#it has a little pom pom

[andy-clutterbuck]

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐲 | 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟐𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

[lurking-loaf]

Happy Halloween!!!

Hey coreycore420! The Mystery Treat Box has decided you need a black cat made out of pom poms! This feline friend even has glow-in-the-dark eyes for a touch of spookiness.

Happy Halloween and thanks for stopping by!

[discontentramblings]

my friend let me try out her new samsung tablet so of course i drew The Boy

[caramelteaa]

thinking how they would look like

rambling in tags

[anidealistatbestburntoutatworst]

if kunikida’s ability is rooted in his notebook imagine atsushi gets him one of those pom pom pens to write in it

*mid fight with inconvenient dudebro*

kunikida *whips out the bright pink pom pom pen atsushi gave him*: “doppo poe-“

inconvenient dudebro: “Is tHaT a pOm PoM pEn?!?!”

kunikida: *pulls out a gun*

[giraffeonstilts]

[mossyflowers]

A little sad it's over, but this has been fun!! One last doodle for the road :] @waybacks-swag-awards

(Hope For Bountiful Harvests belongs to @saturncoyote !!)

[pomellon]

I realized I never actually talked about the tweaked omegaverse setting I’ve been thinking about! It’s something I might use for a spinoff of a modern Euplerian au cuz I think it could be neat uvu

In this setting the secondary genders are more fluid, able to change depending on the eupie’s pack hierarchy. Everyone is born beta but can become alpha or omega, and even revert back to beta to later become something else based on their life circumstances.

Two individual can become alphas if they decide to start a family together, making them an alpha pair able to have offspring. A beta can slowly shift to alpha should their pack view and treat them as their leader, instinctually becoming the new alpha. A beta can also force control over a group of other betas to create a forceful shift to become an alpha.

However, should the alpha lose their pack or family there’s a high chance their secondary gender will revert back to beta since they’re no longer the leader of a group.

Omegas work similarly but on the opposite spectrum. Instead of being the leader at the top of the hierarchy, they’re the jester at the bottom. Low betas are often corned into becoming omegas, often due to stressed-out packs taking out most of their frustrations, verbally and/or physically, on one single packmate. An omega's role is to destress their pack, usually by being playful and submissive towards the pack betas to help them have fun and relax. It is however very common for them to turn into the betas’ punching bag and many omegas will have scars from past aggressions. 

In more well-adjusted packs omegas aren’t always needed, but a beta can still slowly shift to an omega if many of their packmates come to them to talk, play, or to relax. While it’s an alpha’s role to lead, it’s an omega's role to entertain and many betas from peaceful packs look forward to spending time with their omega.

Similar to alphas omegas will often revert back to betas should they lose their pack. But in the case of betas who wear scars that signify their past pack role as an omega, they’re very often thrown back into the same position and become omegas again if a new pack takes them. Marked omegas are also often undesirable as mates, as even if they were to start a family and become an alpha people would still view them as an omega due to their scars.

[keygen]

Friendship with me means that I will send you facts about crabs at like 2:30 am and you will have to read my Crab Facts.

[hqmillioncorn]

FFXIVWrite Day twenty-two: Fulsome

“Great job today Babycorn!”  Babycorn turned around and smiled at Royse , “T-Thanks…!” She grabbed her hat by the brim and lowered it down to hide her eyes. The stage fright was just hitting her now. She had really gone out there again and performed her heart out again.  Despite everything.  But it was all worth it in the end. Because at the end of all her shows she was finally given her payment.  A big bag of candy!!!!!!!!!!!!

“How’s it looking out there Cherry?” 

Cherry looked left, then he looked right. Making sure that no one was paying attention to him and to an extent, his sister. “All good!” He echoed. Cherrypit had probably heard someone say that phrase before along with giving a thumbs up. 

Though his back was still turned to his sister in order to keep watch for any surprise intruders. 

The siblings were currently in a dark, far off corner of Ul’dah. Babycorn knew that nobody hardly ever came around here. Of all people, she would know, it was one of the places that she and Cherrypit used to hide in whenever they got tired of running and their makeshift home was too far away to walk to. 

Any signs that they had once hid here were long gone but the memories still remained. 

“Great! Just have to figure out how this stupid WoAH-!” There was a crashing sound just behind Cherrypit. 

“Bebe?!” Cherrypit remained facing away. The safety of his sister was top priority, which meant he still had to keep an eye out for anyone that dared sneak up on them. “You kay’?” Of course he could have always turned around and looked to see if Babycorn was okay but Cherrypit was still a little baby, so he didn’t really think about that. 

Babycorn stuck her leg in the air and wiggled it around. “Got it!” She had managed to get one of her boots on! Now she just had to get the other one on too and she had to do it fast because her show would be starting any second now. 

Normally stage fright would be tearing her apart even just thinking about performing in front of so many people looking just at her but there was something about performing specifically in Ul’dah that made her excited. Whatever it was, Babycorn was glad she wasn’t throwing up in a bucket in nervousness right now.

“Okay!” She picked up her hat and placed it on her pom. The mask on her face was just a little too tight. At some point she would have to ask Martyn if there was a bigger mask he could give her or something. 

Babycorn tapped the top of Cherrypit’s head to let him know that he didn’t need to stand guard anymore. 

“Bebe!” Cherrypit raised his arms up and cheered. “Did good?” He asked, pointing at himself.

“Yeah! You did great, Cherry! Thanks!” 

Cherrypit clapped his hands together and laughed. “Great! Great!” 

Babycorn took a few practice steps in her new boots and did a twirl. “How does it look? Does it look okay?” Though she didn’t have any stage fright at the moment she was still nervous that the outfit she had chosen herself wouldn’t look good on her. 

“Okay!” Cherrypit cheered. He was wearing a fancy little suit with matching colors to her. The hats they were both wearing were the same too. They were so much the same that sometimes Babycorn wore his by mistake and only realized the mix-up when the hat started squeezing her head too much. 

“Awesome! We look great!” 

“Great! Great!” 

Babycorn picked up her wand she had left leaning on the wall and pointed it up. “Let’s get going then!” She was bursting with an overconfidence that was more befitting to how she used to act when she was younger and had no idea what horrors awaited her outside the tasks of beating up primals. 

The truth was that nowadays Babycorn was much the opposite. She did not believe in herself one bit, when it should have been the other way around. Surely saving the entire world more than once, twice, should have given her enough confidence to laugh in the face of any threat. 

Not really.

Cherrypit picked up his mask and oversized lollipop from the ground, “Mah!Mah!” He shook his mask over to Babycorn. She grabbed it from him as Cherrypit stuck the lollipop back into his mouth and somewhere a million miles away Lunya yelled in despair. “Okie dokie Cherry, hold still for me okay?” Babycorn asked, gently placing the mask on her brother’s face.

As always, Cherrypit never stayed still for long.“Tickles!” Cherrypit laughed. He wiggled around and the mask ended up a little lopsided on his face. “It’s dark!” He noted. Then he adjusted the mask himself until he could see out of two of his eyes. 

“Ta-da!” Cherrypit struck a pose! He was truly incredible. The most talented totally normal two-year old out there.

Babycorn clapped her hands together. “Wow! Cherry the show hasn’t even started and you’re already killin’ it out there!” She paused, and while she thought to herself Cherrypit took it as his cue to climb on top of his sister’s hat. “...I think. I hope it hasn’t started yet.”

Royse would have her head if she was late to another show again. 

Which she understood now was something called a metaphor and not something to panic about and hide under the bed for. 

At least, she hoped so.

Back then when Babycorn had agreed to perform as a blue mage for a relatively small audience she had not known what the hell a contract was, let alone what signing meant. As such she had no idea what she was signing at the time, but she sure did sign something. 

Terms and services meant nothing for her and neither did being known as her stage name “Azuro the Second.” Was it confusing when they told her that was going to be her stage name from now on? A little. Babycorn assumed that it was her new name for a few hours and eventually asked if it was still okay to go by Babycorn still. 

In hindsight Babycorn was fine not being known by her name in front of strangers watching her. 

As Babycorn walked into the arena with Cherry the audience roared with applause. 

“Hiiiii!” Babycorn waved at the people all around her. While Cherrypit bounced up and down in excitement next to her. 

Sitting in the audience were a few familiar faces to Babycorn. Which didn’t really matter to her since she couldn’t tell who they were from the stage anyway. Most were already Babycorn admirers who had heard that she was now performing in shows in Ul’dah from a magazine or something. 

Had either Martyn or Royse known ahead of time of Babycorn’s weirdly prominent popularity they would have charged more for tickets sooner. 

A short vierafell sat next to his best friend, waving a pair of flags adorned with Babycorn’s face in the air. 

“Dude I think you’re going to break them if you keep waving them that hard.”

“YEAH WOO GO AZURO THE SECOND!!”

A row above the pair was an equally excitable miqo'te wearing a snazzy hat. He had bought the last of the Azuro the Second fans that had been on sale. He was so excited to talk about this show in the special Azuro the Second themed episode on his very popular podcast later. 

Babycorn noticed that her opponent wasn’t in the arena yet which usually meant that they wanted her to hype up the audience a little before the real show started. Babycorn bent down to whisper in Cherrypit’s ears, “You wanna do that trick with the ice this time?” She asked. 

They had a lot of variations of openers like these. Though the fire one was banned until further notice until they got more practice with it. On account of almost burning down the entire colosseum last week.

“Mhhmmm!!” Cherrypit nodded and let Babycorn run ahead and take the stage. 

Babycorn ran to the center of the arena and took the stage. She began to rise in the air, as a pair of wings appeared behind her back. They resemble those of the Fairy King, Titania. The crowd oooh’ed and aaah’ed as Babycorn rose to the highest point she was comfortable with.

From the ground Cherrypit took careful aim and began to cast his ice magic. “Frewee!” He yelled out, making a fairly large piece of ice appear in the air close to his sister. Then another, and another, and even another. 

Once Cherrypit had materialized enough ice, Babycorn made her move.

She began to descend but instead of making her way all the way to the ground, she bounced off one ice crystal, pushing it slightly in a different direction. Then she was off to another, doing the same thing. For one she landed right on top of it and spun in place before jumping to another, making sure to stomp the ice she had been on down. 

Eventually the ice crystals fell down to the ground and from where the audience could see they had all landed in the shapes of flowers. Then as Babycorn finally descended down, she landed on one of them. All at once the ice flowers burst, finally shaping themselves into an even larger flower. 

“Crest Roses!!” 

Thenl with the clap of Cherrypit’s hands-they all disappeared with only a few bright sparkles left behind. 

“Ta-da!” Cherrypit struck a pose alongside his sister. 

The audience erupted in applause. Flowers were already being thrown at Babycorn and the actual show hadn’t even started yet. At this rate Royse was seriously considering if she had to find opponents for Babycorn to fight at all. It would sure save money if she didn’t. 

Babycorn waved and winked at the audience, “Thank you! Thank you! Remember-! I love you all!!” 

Meanwhile, in the coliseums VIP section, Centella and Monita had been put in charge of sorting through Babycorn’s letters of admiration and gifts she had received just today. After seeing the sort of tricks that Babycorn pulled off it didn’t surprise Centella that she and Monita had been hired specifically to do this. 

“Dang.” Was this the same girl she had seen trip over a welcome mat just a few hours ago?

As Babycorn’s retainers it had fallen onto them to perform this most important of duties. That and, nobody else really wanted to do it. Centella didn’t really want to do it either but Babycorn had asked so nicely that she found it hard to say no. And Monita had nothing better to do. 

“Someone’s really gotta tell this girl that she needs to learn to say no to giving her address away. “ Centella mumbled to herself. In Babycorn’s defense most of these letters had been addressed to Azuro the Second’s address, which was the coliseum. 

But there were plenty that had Babycorn’s actual home address. 

All like, four of them.

Centella waved an envelope in front of her to fan herself. “At least we don’t have to read any of these.” All they were being paid to do was gather them and take them to the mansion where Babycorn lived. “I think I would go crazy if we had to do that!” While she did think it would be nice to receive so much attention she did feel sorry for Babycorn for having to deal with so many admirers. 

Centella noticed the lack of a response from Monita. 

“Monita.”

She stood up and noticed the lalafell chewing on a large wheel of cheese that was no doubt a gift for Babycorn. 

Without even a second to lose, Centella leapt at Monita and attempted to wrestle the entire cheese wheel out of Monita’s mouth.

“Spit it out!!! Quit it!!” 

“RAARgh!!”

[dogcollarpunk]

Hot water bottles are the best btw. Hot water bottle my friend, my dearest companion.

[tropical-lazor-beams]

okay but honest to god the reason the king of town has taken the most notable dip in appearances outside of mocking his own character is because he was always a character with no decent relationships with others. i mean coach z had basically nothing to him outside of the accent & some sports things that didn’t last very long, but he’s got some relationships with marzipan & bubs that have given him room to stay. strong mad is & has been very similarly one-note to the kot but he’s got not only his relationship with sb & the cheat as a trio but his straightforward bond with the cheat on its own. they can appear together doing lots of things. meanwhile what has the kot got, the other members of the castle? if they had stuck with him being marzipan’s father that’d give him an excuse to have some kind of dynamic with her but as it stands he has got no relationship with a member of the main cast that isn’t just that other character’s default manner of interacting with someone else.

[sakurarisen]

Jumping on replies and playing catch up in a few now that I finally feel better, but some notes and updates! <3

On talking it out with @honorisen, we’ve decided on a fair few things - This includes finally ironing out a more solid, detailed, and updated timeline, for both Sera and Zack’s canons that’ll find its way onto my carrd after Kasa gets a chance to play CCR and we have time between her busy schedule to get that written out in full. This timeline will also extend to my other blogs as well, and apply to Cody and Lia ( @bountyrisen ), Kunsel ( @shinrarisen​ ), Shayan ( @legacydriven​ ) and Cissnei and Shiva ( @wingrisen ), making it something cross-referenced between blogs - Both mine and hers. These changes will be canonical for both our blogs.

This also means no further waffling; if a thread is set in Remake verse, Sera and Zack are married unless otherwise plotted out, and if set in CC, they’re already dating by the time of the Ft. Tamblin attack. OG7 is the only verse in which their relationship is in the air due to Zack’s disappearance.

Sera’s family has been expanded! Thoma ( @yoroiis​ ) is Sera’s eldest brother, and will be referred to as such in any verse where Sera is married, or in Spellbound and Genshin Impact verses. Prior to this point, she’ll regard him as her cousin, which is what she was raised to believe he is - More info is available in Sera’s Carrd!

On this same note, I do have a Genshin verse also available for Sera! There’s a bit of a timeline that will also be available for this verse, and a specific ‘GI Misc’ section is available on the carrd. I’ll be a little more picky with this verse due to only being about halfway through current content at the time of writing this; I refuse to make anyone stop to explain basic canon to me if I can read up on, play through, or study it on my own!

The YGO Misc section has been updated to reflect change made with the rewritten verse.

I’ve also added a misc section for another AU in Sera’s (And Zack’s!) Experiment AU, to hopefully help explain what’s going on in there better. All misc sections are considered forever under construction and can and will be added to as things develop and change.

Timelines will be available hopefully before New Year’s, but I’ll update this post when they are! <3

Relationships pages have gotten a mini boost/update with GI getting one for itself, with bonds made in off-dash threads in place.

Things are still a bit under construction given the holidays putting a bit of a wrench in time and schedules being overly busy as all get out, so there’ll be an update to this update on anther day - But for now, this covers what’s already been completed (and in the works, for both Kasa and myself) and means I can go jump into replies and sorting things out on that front! <3

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas, everyone! <3333

~Pom

[express-archives]

oh nooo my hand slipped...... augh...... nooooo...... *fatui oc upon ye!!!!*

[iceunhie]

— KISSES OR KISSES? : honkai star rail

premise. testing out your new lipstick is no fun (normally), so what better way to make use of it by kissing your lover senseless? not to mention, leaving a little something behind.... (aka, lipstick kisses with them.)

ft. blade, dan heng, boothill, dr. ratio, aventurine !

warnings: feminine reader! reader is ultimately genderless but you may interpret this as fem!reader if you want, reader wears lipstick. nicknames hehe, boothill is his own warning, mid writing tbh, unedited

a/n. the lipstick trend does not escape me at all 😞😞 but this consumed me so now i write about it ijbol

MAIN MASTERLIST || PART 2 (sunday, jing yuan, gallagher, sampo, gepard.)

“what are you doing?”

BLADE ceases all functions. like, immediately.

you'd think he'd even stopped breathing once he'd felt the soft sensation of your lips on his, and the pretty sight of the normally aloof stellaron hunter covered in multiple lipstick kisses all over his face to his neck nearly makes the rest of his other comrades keel over from laughter. his silence is indicative of his rather unusual state of shock, the only indication a menacing furrow of his brows (to an outsider, they'd think he's plotting a murder spree, but you know him too well for that) that twitch and simultaneously react the more you kiss him everywhere on the face.

silverwolf will then relay to you that blade walked around for nearly 5 system hours covered in your... marks of ownership, kafka helpfully supplies, and was only made aware when firefly accidentally bumped into him, face exploding in red when she saw the audacious sight of blade covered in your lipstick. “er, blade.... your face is...”

—

blade has never known mortification quite like today, but the intense feeling of something akin to shame is vivid as he stares at himself in the mirror, glaring.

his face is a mess, to put it simply. trailing a hand on the red stains your lips left on to him leaves him with a smudged countenance, furthering the utter chaos that is his kiss-ridden face.

“...ridiculous girl.” avoiding the uncharacteristic way his fingertips feel hot, blade reckons this is probably why firefly stopped dead in her tracks and gaped, stared, and flustered.

clever as you were, and with your equal penchant for mischief, blade, the ever unsuspecting lover he is (he doesn't normally allow anyone to touch him, but you're not just anyone) had easily become the target of your new tricks.

“pfft, nice get-up, old man. got yourself a good day?”

....so that's what silverwolf meant.

DANHENG immediately scolds you, but not in the serious way he normally does whenever stelle wants to eat an origami bird or dives into trashcans or when march accidentally destroys one of the archive books, but in a way that only dan heng ever shows you. he's red, painfully red, and is struggling to face you because he knows that the smug grin you're holding has to do with the sight he'd glimpsed himself to be in moments prior.

unfortunately for him, for all his ways of trying fervently to remove the lipstick stains plastered all over his face, it only took march one look and a melodramatic gasp before the entire express knew, the conductor included.

—

“dan heng and [name], sitting on a tree-”

“k-i-s-s-i-n-g~”

my friends are all senile, dan heng thinks, rolling his eyes while avoiding himeko's friendly (read: eerie) smile. and he's already given up on trying to meet welt's eyes. (read: concerned but not surprised)

the reason? the rouge tinted matte lipstick generously spread all over dan heng's face, slightly smudged and spanning from his cheeks to his lips, nearing his neck.

he'd never tell, but a part of him—one that was reptilian in nature, a primal need of possessiveness—adored the show of affection you showered upon him. it was only right—he was yours, and you were his.

welt is sheepish, coughing lightly that all five heads of the express members turn to him (pom-pom included) “dan heng, is that your tail wagging?”

“....”

“....”

“....”

(a resounding click! can be heard afrerwards. oh, dan heng is so going to steal march's camera.)

the loud whir of BOOTHILL’s cooling system can't even keep up with how fast he's overheating, because one thing led to another and one look you gave made him weak in the knees and now his body is covered in your kisses, scarlet against the metal gray of his limbs. he no longer has a heart, but the rapid feeling of heat emitted by his body speaks more about his current mental state in more ways than one—he can't even form words because his brain chip is practically glitching itself up into overdrive, because your lips were so warm, soft and gentle and—

“...oothill? boothill? your circuits are—”

a startling sound that sounds just like a mini explosion reverberates somewhere in the tangle of wires near boothill's power source.

oh dear.

( p.s: no warp trotters were harmed, rest assured )

“[name]...” AVENTURINE’s voice falters when you press a soft kiss near his forehead, your lover closing his eyes as he lets out a soft sigh of joy — a bit like a peacock preening... but in any case! he certainly sees no argument being swayed by you, his dignity in shambles, yes, but when you were showering him with affection like this (which, in all honesty, aventurine did not think he deserved) leaves in in a flushed and tattered mess of a man, whose strings are wholly puppeteered by you and you alone.

you are everything; and aventurine certainly can't get enough. (he doubts if enough will even be enough someday) he's the lover who'd proudly want to flaunt such salacious marks everywhere, though his craftily built reputation as a stoneheart—blood sweat and commodity code and all—leaves him to hide your marks on him, as much as he'd like them to stay. (you are a weakness that aventurine keeps like an oath, and an existence that he'd do anything to keep.)

that doesn't, however, stop him from getting you to leave a kiss near his collar, discreet enough to signal his status as irrevocably, undeniably yours.

DR. VERITAS RATIO is actually the most calm and most normal (read: boring) of all the men above when barraged by your kiss attack. letting out a tsk that's more chiding and speeachless than actually annoyed, he casually pulls you away from his face, nevermind his rapidly heating cheeks, which is only made more humorous given his lipstick stained face.

“stop that. you're making too much of a mess of me, fool.” <- is visibly leaning to your face to allow said actions. you're not fooling anyone here, doctor. smh.

however, he does get pretty flustered when a certain blond gambler notes the new addition of a ‘tattoo’ right near his lower lip. “wow, doctor. seems you woke up on the good side of the bed today.”

he spends a whole day scolding you hoarse afterwards, whatever that may entail ;).

(as a way of petty revenge, he will make sure to kiss you senseless right after, until he's sure his own lips are swollen and covered in the warm red of your chosen shade.)

a/n: blog is running on queue as of today, so this post will probably come wayyy overdue lol but hope u enjoy nonetheless!

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.

[googleitlol]

…

ahem

May I humbly offer my services

give the Destined One a travel companion that knows archery because GODDAMN I am tired of those long range enemies but not being able to shoot them down on the spot without having to go aaaaall the way up