#making a thonk face to this

[aamaranthiine]

What type of love interest would you be in a dating sim?

The socially awkward brains of the team. ( From x )

Socilization doesn't come easy to you. You might struggle to be heard or seen by the ones around you so you prefer to avoid it all together, as frustrating as it can be sometimes. For that reason you might be selective with the people you blend with, and at times it might seem that nobody will truly understand you. But when you find those who resonate with you, you're an extremely kind and loyal friend. Most importantly, you're smart, and people always value that about you. They will constantly rely on you, ask for your guidance and advice, and you're happy to provide it. You like being the reliable friend. You don't get crushes easily, but when you do you don't really know how to handle them. They feel overwhelming and like a waste of time. There's no way they like me back, is it? What if I ruin it? What if I'm reading way too much into it? Remember to relax enjoy the feeling once in a while, chances are that your crush sees that intelligent and kindhearted person everyone else seen in you as well

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[darabeatha]

/ I've noticed that at this point I'm not even writing on any blog anymore, I just come and yell about some blorbo and leave. Rinse and repeat my lieges

[quitealotofsodapop]

Macaque doesn't ever come face to face with Wu until after New Years, something MK had sort of intentionally did. Look, in his defense, it hadn't been the first time soemone had mistaken his Uncle Wu for the Monkey King (see the Calabash episode) and he didn't want to risk Macaque attacking his uncle for no good reason because he thought he was someone was wasn't, he wasn't dumb enough to not realize that Macaque would do something rash based on what he did when he thought MK had connections to the real Great Sage!

After New Years, however, Wu is revealed to have been Sun Wukong this entire time. And after being convinced to stay by weaponized puppy dog eyes form MK and a pleading Sandy telling him they love him legend or no legend during Sleep Bug, Wu had been dealing with a lot of fuss and harassment from the demons who'd been in the spider web with him, the Demon Bull Family included (albeit they weren't really HARASSING him moreso not leaving him alone after father and son eavesdropped on why he disappeared and how he felt he being Sun Wukong was akin to being a monster). So Tang comes up with the idea of seeing a shadow play. The room would be dark, nobody would see anyone else in the crowd, and it'd give Wu a chance to just relax and enjoy himself.

Unfortunately, the person doing the play happened to ve the person the most obsessed with the Monkey King, and he recognizes him in the crowd.

I'm just thinking of Macaque brooding after his attempt to draw Wukong out in his debut episode failed - only to overhear a certain pair of horned demons bouncing conspiracy theories off one another. Turns out having your former-mentor's nutty kids around doesn't leave much room for silence.

Macaque finds the twins in the theatre's prop room discussing over a large cork board containing MK's and multiple peoples' photographs. There's drawing attached to each photo, seemingly ripped from books.

Jin: "What about the cook? He seems to be both the Monkie Kid's dad and his boss?" Yin: "Must be like when we work for mum." Jin, nodding: "Ah, true. Why hire staff when you got perfectly good kids right there? But then again, wouldn't that make him the Pig Kid?" Macaque, makes presence known: "What are you two doing?" Jin & Yin: (*jump a little at seeing the shadow monkey emerge from the shadows*) Yin: "'Ello bruv!" Jin: "Ever since we tried capturing the Monkie Kid in the Dream Calabash, we've been thinking lots." Macaque, snarking: "An extreme sport." Jin: "Hardy har." Yin: "Well, we tried recreating the Monkie Kid's uncle in the Calabash, and you know what? He looks an awful lot like The Monkey King!" Macaque, stunned: "...what?" Jin: "Working theory. We actually thought it *was* the Monkey King when we tried making the calabash copy! But the kid didn't see it that way. Kept calling 'im Uncle Wu for some reason." Yin, gesturing to the noodle gang's photos: "So now our theory is that the Monkey King has been in hiding, acting the Uncle to his old bruvs descendants, and choose MK as his successor cus he's the pig's something great-grandson!" Macaque: (*slowly blinks as the sheer weirdness of the theory sinks in. Sees a blurry photograph of someone who is definitely Wukong giving younger MK a piggyback ride*) Jin & Yin: (*look very proud/smug of their detective work*) Macaque: "I need a drink."

Macaque swears he can hear the twins yell "I FECKING KNEW IT!!!" on New Years.

And now the shadow monkey is secretly scaring suitors away from his Wukong like they're cubs all over again.

Macaque tries (key word: tries) to put on a dranatic show to his mate so that he can get it through Wukong's head that no matter how he feels about him in the moment's he's still His.

Then MK stumbles in mid-confession, and panics thonking Macaque is planning an attack!!

Wukong is left more confused, an convinced Macaque hates him more than ever.

Macaque curses MK for having terrible timing.

[poketextures]

Gen 2 is truly the region of rubber kickballs to me. Hoothoot, Cleffa, Igglybuff, the Marill line, Togepi, Corsola… they all look like, if you kicked them, they’d make a satisfying /thonk/ noise and just go flying.

Actually… looking at the full regional Pokédex, they just really loved BIG spherical heads, or plastering the face onto a big spherical body. It’s charming, honestly.

Anyways this is my rubbery propaganda for all of Gen 2. Just don’t think about it too hard for most of them.

If gen 1 was the Smooth gen I can see gen 2 being the Rubbery one!

[bloodykora]

Thonking hard about Buggy and long haired Buggy especially. Like I don’t mind the stylistic choice in the LA but maaaaan, maaaaaaaan. There’s the obvious stuff like playing with his long hair and braiding it but my mind keeps going back to Head!Buggy and you and it’s just a bit of time to kill before you get anywhere and you were honestly just supposed to watch him so he doesn’t get snatched up by a seagull and something and you both agree this doesn’t mean ANYTHING (he’s gonna develop a soft spot for you and ONLY you out of all the straw hats immediatly), but it’s so damn boring out here and you have some hairties you found somewhere and just… You using Buggy’s head like a hairstyling toy and just braiding it for him or putting it into little buns, clipping it out of his face so it doesn’t get into his eyes etc.

Sanji passes you once and is about to say something but Buggy just gives him a glare that’s all „Got something funny to say punk?“ and he just shakes his head and moves on.

(You forget one tie in there before he reuinites with his body. A simple little thing with two skull beads. He initially keeps it because he actually feels it suites his style but he developes a fondness for this little thing in particular that he doesn’t allow himself to think about for to long)

This is so much longer then I thought it would be so I'm putting it under read more but like yes.

- No cause I absolutely agree, love his long gorgeous hair. I like to think his hair isn’t thin either, its a good mix of thickness but not to the point of curly. He’s got the nice ‘wave’ going. Did you know that in his hat, there are small braids in the hair coming out of it in the LA.

- It didn’t take long for Buggy to start complaining about the heat and it didn’t take you long to get fed up with his complaints

- You kept looking at how his blue hair kept draping over the side of the barrel he was on, and how his bandana has not moved a inch since he was taken out of the bag on the ship

- "Let me do your hair." "No." "Let’s continue then to sit in almost complete silence, would you like to play cards? Oh, wait. You have no hands. What about I Spy? I spy something blue."

- Just making fun of the his situation until he caves in to let you, he says to stop your whining but in reality he could really use the scalp massage

- Putting a crate behind the barrel or something so you can sit and do it. It’s softer than you had thought it would be, and you could see small braids near his bottom layers.

- "Did you do these?" "Huh? I can’t really see the back of my head, you gotta be more descriptive." Holding one of them out for him to see. "Oh yeah, adds a nice touch to the hat when I’m performing!"

- The shed though, his hair would shed so much. You’d be pulling blue hair strands out of your clothes for the rest of time. And they’d get everywhere on the ship too.

- You could hear him sigh in relief when you first start brushing through it, and you felt relieved knowing those knots have been eradicated.

- First thing you do is just a little bun so his neck could get some fresh air for once and then it evolves into the craziness.

- Buns, pigtails, high and low ponys, 1 braid, 2 braids, fishtails, french, dutch, braiding 2 pieces and then wrapping it around his forehead like a crown. Favourite would be doing 2 french braids at the top of his head til it's the bottom and then putting the hair tie there so it becomes a fancy low pigtail.

- "I can't believe how pretty you are with your hair, not very fair to the rest of us good sir." You joke out, meaning it though. "I've always been pretty!" You snort at his reply not knowing how warm his face had started feeling.

- Every pirate has a niche collection, yours? Your hair pin collection. To die for. You have been collecting hair clips and such for this exact occasion. Butterflies, wooden, yellow, purple, bobby pins, bows, ribbons, flowers. The whole works.

- Buggy even thinks about asking you to join his crew just for your hair decoration skills.

- One time you even trim his dead ends for him, and some of his front pieces to frame his face more.

- He got so used to it that if you didn’t approach him with a brush in hand first thing in the morning that he would start asking for you saying how he needed his royal brushing. (He’s totally not worried at all sometimes when you take too long, ha that would be. Ahem.)

- Sometimes he’d even doze off, but would swear he was just resting his eyes.

- A few times someone would stop to glance at you two but never intervene, except Luffy. He was always in awe. Sanji had voiced his concerns for you but never says anything in front of Buggy, you could never see but the two men were death staring each other every time they passed.

- Word spreads through the crew and even though none of them had long enough hair to do or in Usopp’s case, has been doing it himself this whole time. They do come to ask for little clips here and there, Luffy wanting one for the string on his hat so he has something to fidget with, (Nami wanting some to wear with her different outfits later on), Usopp wondering where you got heart ones so he could get one for Kaya, even Zoro wondering if you had one he could wear for Kuina’s memory on special occasions.

-You knew you were nearing Coco village, you had overheard Buggy talking to Usopp about it. How they should be there within the day. You settle for a low bun that curls up right beneath his cap.

- "No beads today?" "Well there is some on the tie but you can’t see it, I was thinking that it would be a more relaxed day. I got some stuff to do around the ship."

- Everyone is so caught up in Nami that by the time things have cooled down you realize he’s gone, no more blue hair to twirl around your fingers.

- The clown realizes too, fiddling with the tie in his hands. Burying the longing deep down, hoping he never sees you again but praying he might get a glance of you once more. He takes it out if he knows he’s about to raid somewhere to avoid breaking it.

- Tears apart his quarters if he misplaces it, someone has almost lost a hand because it fell off a table. 

[gummydummy19]

Kinktober day 2: mask kink (Ghost x F reader)

Two-faced

Summary: Ghost has to leave for a mission, but he can't seem to find something very important...you wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?

Content Warning: smut, fluff, playfulness, bad writing

A/N: This is my first ever ghost fic AAAAAHHHH! I really got into ghost over the last year and my oh my, what better way to start off kinktober than with this spooky ass cutiepatootie :))

Word Count: 1350+

"Where the fuck..." his deep voice grumbled through your apartment as he rummaged through every drawer he could find.

He was wearing a black shirt one would debate was a couple sizes too small and a thick, black jacket with lots of pockets, buckles, and straps.

His dark cargo pants were being held up by a heavily packed tactical belt, hanging low on his hips. His bag and tactical vest were resting neatly by the front door, accompanied by his heavy boots.

He had on his balaclava, signaling he was ready to leave since he didn't usually wear it around the house.

"for fucks sake, I could'a sworn..." he continued, clearly annoyed.

"Looking for this?" your voice sounded sultry and playful.

Simon Riley wasn't a man who was easily startled, but while he was deep in his focus, you managed to take him by surprise.

He snapped his head back to see you leaning against the doorframe. You were wearing a black, lacy lingerie set complete with a garter belt. The black straps and buckles kinda matched his, only were they delicate where his were robust.

The set hugged your body in all the right places, forcing his eyes to scan you a couple times over. It took him a second before his gaze finally made it to your head, only to notice there were familiar black-and-white features where your face used to be.

You were wearing his mask.

A chill ran through his body and he couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

He had done terrible things wearing that mask. He had seen horrifying sights through those eyes.

And there it was. Covering his favorite sight in the world. Part of him immediately hated it, but he couldn't deny that a part of him was intrigued.

"I'm afraid I can't just let you leave without a proper goodbye, Mister Riley."

Simon remained silent and unmoving.

You took a few slow steps closer to him before you pulled him towards you by one of the straps on his jacket and his rough hands finally found your hips. You could see his eyes darting around through the mask, desperately looking for yours.

He allowed you to push him down on the couch. His hands immediately reached for you again as you straddled him. Your soft exposed skin rubbed against the thick material of his work clothes.

"What's your angle here, sweetheart?" he finally muttered, trying to ignore the way his heartbeat was picking up as you started to slowly grind into the quickly forming bulge hiding in his pants.

"'Sweetheart?' I'm afraid that's no way to address your superior Mister Riley"

"My superior? S'that so?" he raised his brow, earning a nod from you as you nibbled on your bottom lip, trying (and failing) to suppress your grin. "How should I address you then?" he drawled in that low voice of his, rough hands softly tracing up and down your sides.

"Hmmm...It's Mrs. Ghost to you."

"Missus, huh? That what you are? My missus?" he couldn't help but smirk through his balaclava.

"I could be..." you drawled, leaning in closer as your hands ran over his broad shoulders. You lowered your head, planning to press a few teasing kisses against the soft fabric that covered his neck, when a soft thonk stopped you...

"Ouch...fuck" you groaned as the hard mask hit Simon's shoulder, in return also hitting your forehead.

A snort followed by a chuckle came from your bulky boyfriend and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Shut up..." you groaned, only making him laugh harder.

Fueled by a desire to knock your boyfriend's socks off, you decided to try again. You pulled his balaclava off and leaned down to his neck again, carefully moving your mask a little to press kisses to his now-exposed skin without it getting in the way.

You ground your hips into him once more, hands exploring his chest while your lips greedily suckled on whatever skin you found. When he groaned again, you could feel the vibrations through his throat, as they spilled straight into your mouth, making you smile against his neck.

"Not laughing now, are we? you teased, feeling yourself gain back some control.

"Hmmm...No Mrs. Ghost..."

"Gonna miss you..." you mumbled as you lowered your hands to his belt, slowly starting to unbuckle it

"Yeah? How much?" he groaned as your hand reached for his throbbing cock, taking it out of his pants

"This much..." you whispered, guiding his hand to your pussy.

His long fingers teased along the crotch of your panties, feeling how soaked they were already.

Your hands moved up and down his hard cock, earning another groan from him. Simon moved our panties to the side, inviting you to press his cock into your core.

You lifted your hips a little, teasing his tip through your soaked folds before sinking down on him.

"Fuck...Simon..." you moaned at the stretch, tipping your head back. He took the opportunity to suckle on your exposed flesh, leaving marks all over your neck.

"Always such a perfect fit..." he mumbled against your throat as he gave you a moment to adjust.

You couldn't help but whine as you started riding him. Gently bouncing up and down on his dick, you occasionally ground your clit against his pubic bone.

You peered at him through the mask, slowly picking up your pace. leaning back, you put your hands on his knees as you wound your hips a bit rougher, in sensual circles, riding him like he was a wild bull.

"Touch me," you commanded, pushing his hand to your pussy, "make me cum,"

He pulled back his hand for a second to spit on it before returning it back between your legs.

Because you were leaning back, his thick cock pushed straight against your G-spot. His left hand had a firm grip on your hip, certainly bruising it as he guided your movements while his right hand pushed down on your lower belly, his thumb just long enough to rub firm circles against your clit.

"Nghn....fuucckk..." you whined, feeling yourself drip down his cock in small gushes each time he pressed his cock upwards in your belly.

"feel you in my tummy, Si..." you mumbled "Fuck, feel it right here..." your hand covered the one he had on your belly, pushing it even harder.

"Yeah that's it....please... let me feel that pussy squeeze me one more time...need to feel it, love..."

You came with a loud moan, clamping down on his cock as your body shuddered, "M'cumming....fuck fuck cum with me Si....cum in my pussy, please" you babbled, making him lose his shit.

"Let me see your face, baby, please...need to see you" he moaned as his hands roughly grabbed your hips, holding you steady as he pounded into your gushing hole.

You tore off the mask, finally revealing your fucked out face to him.

He didn't waste any time before pulling you close and smashing his lips to yours.

Simon came with a loud groan, which you happily swallowed as he shot his hot seed deep inside your freshly rearranged guts.

He was a shuttering, whimpering mess beneath you. His rough hands rubbed your heated cheeks while his lips stayed connected to yours as you kissed each other through your highs.

Finally, your inevitable need for oxygen obligated you to pull back.

"Fuck..." he breathed

"Hmm..." was all you could get out as you sagged against him, allowing yourself to rest against his shoulder.

He pressed a few kisses on your head as he gently rubbed up and down your back.

"Y'okay?" he asked

"Hhmm..." You sat up again, "Are you?"

"Peachy," he grinned, "Just surprised, is all," he added, making you hide your face in your hands.

"I just wanted to...be sexy, I guess" you mumbled out, a little embarrassed now.

Simons's hands found yours, pulling them away from your face.

"My sweet girl....nothing turns me on as much as your pretty face."

A/N: I'M SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER AND ITS NOT GREAT BUT I COULDN'T GET THE IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD DHBCIZEBICBZICBIZEB

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[fyodior]

It's like 6am now but brain is Thonking Things and I gotta get them out before I forget them

The thought of the day is: getting pregnant with twins

I just know oda would be the happiest out of them all to find that out, like we were supposed to have only one child but now we're getting a bonus one too?? We get to take care of two more kids?? Best day of his life. As soon as you tell him you're gonna have twins I can see him looking at you with his usual neutral face like this 😐 while you can hear the cogs spinning in his brain for a moment as he processes what you said fdjsjdj then a moment later he comes to terms with the fact that the two of you have really been blessed and he hugs you close to himself and tells you how happy he is and how much he loves you with a bit of a wobbly voice bc he's just that happy🥺 the next day he's going to his usual restaurant to tell the owner and the orphans how they're going to have two new friends soon

Dazai would be kinda shocked bc we're gonna have two mini demons running around the house instead of just one??? Am I gonna have to share my belladonna's affections with both of them??? On the outside he's going to act like a clown as usual, telling everyone in the ada about the news and having kunikida nag him for hours everyday bc DON'T YOU DARE MAKE YOUR CHILDREN BECOME SUICIDE MANIACS LIKE YOU!! cjsjsjs But on the inside, having a child with you was already a big choice that required lots of trust for him, but after he hears the news and accepts them he goes to oda's grave and tells him as well, he tells him that he's finally settled down with you and is going to have a family and how happy he is to get to do this this you. "I hope you're proud of me, Odasaku."

Chuuya was already reluctant having just one child with you bc he's a mafia executive and he knows his profession/position could endanger you (not that he'd ever let someone hurt you ofc) but then the two of you agreed to try and have one child to see how the situation would change. He didn't expect that at all when you told him you were having twins, he just stared at you with a mix of joy and shock and he didn't even know what to say. He didn't want to upset you so first he might go to kouyou to talk about his concerns, and after she reassures him that everything will be alright he comes back home and swears to himself to do everything he can to help you throughout the pregnancy and after the children are born. Once he's holding both of them for the first time in his arms he might try to act all tough but then he slowly breaks down into tears and cries with you

Now for fyodor, everything he does is calculated, so having you get pregnant might also have been a calculated act on his part. He decided that this time would be the best for the two of you to have a child bc his plans wouldn't interfere with the pregnancy and viceversa so he bred you extra hard yk djsksks what wasn't calculated tho was you having twins. He knew it was a possibility ofc but he didn't expect that to actually happen. He is obviously happy and gives you lots of praise and patience throughout the pregnancy, making sure your health is at its peak at all times and spoiling you with whatever you might want on your bad days. He might find it endearing when you're so close to crying bc your belly is too big and you can't koala-hug him on his lap anymore jdjsjsdjs you know that some people put headphones on their belly to make the child listen to music? He does that too with you but in the extra fancy way that is playing the cello next to your bed. I'm trying so hard to keep this sfw but my brain keeps chanting pregnancy sex pregnancy sex djdjsjdj

- 💍

my brain is also chanting pregnancy sex at all times always and forever. also everything utc because this got long as per usual

and you're so fucking right abt all of them kfljslf;ksjkd oda would be ECSTATIC because. idk if he necessarily wants a big family but he wants more than one, though the thought of you suffering multiple times for multiple babies is so painful for him. so the fact that you're getting TWO babies for the pain of only one pregnancy makes him soooo happy like it's probably everything he could've asked for. and when you're freaking out bc you were already worried about keeping up with care for one baby and now there's gonna be two, he easily calms you down and assures you he's gonna be there every single step of the way bc you're a team. and even tho any mention of the orphans fills me with debilitating pain it melts my fucking heart thinking abt how over the moon they'd be esp because they rarely see oda that happy. he would ADORE your body too

like you said with dazai it definitely would take a LOT of trust and chewing on the idea for him to even be willing to try for a baby, and that's with expecting only one at a time lskfjskd and i can see him only wanting one in general. he'd so paint on a dazai-typical happy silly face for his coworkers but yeah it'd be a pretty major internal struggle for him at first. and all of the agency is a little bit scared bc they could barely picture dazai with one kid but now he's gonna have 2 LMAO but they know you well and trust that you'll raise them well. and you know that dazai's heart is so big and he's such a good guy that'd genuinely want the best for his babies and would work so hard to be a good father, probably thinking of odasaku and what he would do a lot. and the thought of him sitting at his grave to tell him is fr tearing me apart that fucking hurts lfdsjsdkl i can see him bringing a bottle of liquor and pouring two glasses, just talking like. "two! crazy, isn't it? i think you'd be a great uncle." and he'd definitely tell his kids allll about their uncle oda </3

ur right because chuuya would act so brave but would fucking flip out - but he knows you're anxious as hell about it so you wouldn't hear a second of it. i agree i think that kouyou would be the first person he went to, like the only realistically responsible adult he knows flkadsfljdks when mori finds out he'll be so excited and want to dote all over them and have them play with elise but chuuya would be like only under my supervision you fucking weirdo LMAO he's a very smart guy who's amazing at troubleshooting and dealing with any situation but i think he struggles with it more in his personal life, though he'd find his footing eventually. he'd realize that the most important thing by far is supporting and helping you the whole way, doing anything and everything he can because whatever stress he's feeling you're definitely feeling tenfold. when chuuya loves he loves hard, and that applies to both you and his kids

i think fyodor would definitely be mostly prepared for the scenario of twins, but still be taken aback because he didn't quite expect it to actually happen aldfja;kdfj he would def spoil you to death even to the point where ur like i love you but chill. i think he'd be excited though. im guessing he's never had a loving, supportive family who genuinely cares for each other (and shows it) so i think (with time, i wouldn't say he's necessarily like this now) he'd be very happy to not only show love to a whole family but to receive it too. to be looked up to and revered with unconditional love by 2 babies is something unfathomable to him. he's similar to chuuya in that when he loves, he loves HARD. and every single waking second would be spent protecting you, which would obviously increase to protecting his 2 babies. it would be hard for him, but the now 3 of you are his entire world and he's very protective/possessive - no one is allowed to step anywhere near those kids for a while alkfjlskdjfds "can we please homeschool them?" "no. they're going to real school fedya." similar to oda but probably more so, he would absolutely adore and revere your changing body, would be absolutely obsessed with your growing baby bump that is obvi bigger with two babies. he wants to touch it and be near it and play music for it all the time, sometimes he talks to your stomach more than he talks to you aldsfjadslkj i love him so much :(

[siren-serenity]

cuteness overload

characters: euntae lee/vasco, gn!reader warnings: fluff a/n: - vasco is so cute asjldfljadslkjflkjasdf - feedback is appreciated!

You felt as if your heart would explode with the odd, unrhythmic beats of thump!, thonk!, thump! thump!, thonk!, thump! patterns that it spits out. Your teeth bite down on your lower lip, turning it bloody and cracked making your tongue dart out and taste the metallic blood taste. But dear gods and high heavens- Vasco was just too cute!

He sat, criss-cross applesauce, on the dirty pet shelter floors. His big, muscular frame took up the majority of the cramped space but it didn't stop the multitude of puppies and excitable dogs from clambering up him and yipping to get his attention. The noise was like a hazardous choir to the ears, filled with yips! and baritone woof! of all volumes but Vasco seemed unaffected. In fact, his smile just grew until his cheeks were blushing with glee. The corners of his eyes crinkled into tiny slits and his mouth was wide open as he giggled.

"Look, look!" He held up a tiny puppy (it was actually quite big but everything looks small to Vasco) and it's snout twitched before it yawned and nuzzled itself on Vasco's arm. You think to yourself: 'My life is over. Goodbye, cruel world!' because in that moment, Vasco's dark brown eyes glowed with absolute joy and happiness.

"The doggy," He breathed out, holding it to his eyes. They stared into each other's eyes; Vasco's eyes were practically hearts. "It kissed me!"

You only chuckled to yourself as you tried to steady your heart holding your recording phone. This moment was just too precious to not immortalize!

"You know we can take them on a walk, right?" You hummed and Vasco's head snapped to stare at you expectantly. The action made a resounding crack! and you winced but Vasco remained unaffected.

"C-Can we take these doggies on a walk?"

You shrugged, a gentle smile on your face. "I don't see why not. I'll just grab their leashes and take no more than five dogs!"

The corners of his eyes welled up. "But the dogs will be sad if I don't take them on their walk! Please?"

You shook your head. "Sorry, jagiya, but more than five will be overwhelming! They'll run wild and something might happen to them!"

Vasco sat in deep thought, rubbing his chin and brushing over the stubble growing on it. "Fine..."

You kissed the top of his forehead, watching with a pleased smile as Vasco's blush turned into a deeper shade of red. "I'll go grab the leashes. Wait for me!"

As you walked away, you couldn't help the giggle escape you as Vasco murmured to himself which dog to take, as if he was trying to decide the fate of the world.

Really! He was just too cute for your heart to handle~

[ecogirl2759]

Mako2; Electric Boogaloo

-Note-

All of these photos are from the Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS series. I do not own any of the drawings, but these photos are mine. All credit goes to Spike Chunsoft for the characters and the books themselves.

Check out part 1 here! Now away to part 2!!

(Lon g)

HE- JUST-- HIM--

He's just a smol boi lookin for love <3

*squish*

NO THAT'S WRONG!

Thonk

He's constantly worried about the status that is the goings on in his life

BANG :D

More fever dream Makoto. I still have no idea what's going on lol

LOOKIT HIM KICKIN HIS LITTLE FEET

He eepy, but he mad lol

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HIS FACE MAKES ME WANT TO CRY

BE HAPPY PLEASE :(

LMAO he looks like he's choking on something

NOOOO SOMEONE HELP HE'S TURNING 8-BIT!!!

"Haha, I'm in danger!"

Makoto is just so done with life.

He bumped his head :(

What even is this

And he's off! Say bye to Makoto :D

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(Okay it's technically tomorrow but it's only midnight so it's fine)

There are so many pictures of him that by the time I was taking pics of the fourth book I realized I only had two spaces left until I reached my limit :(

But here he is! Makoto 2! Isn't he adorable :D

That's not a question, that's a threat :)

I wasn't planning on making this post so soon, but it was requested, so you shall receive!

Hope y'all enjoy another trip down Makoto lane lol

Next up: Celestia Ludenburg!

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[scarletsaphire]

33 writer's choice thonk frog

You get heroic amusement or maybe just Regular Pitch Pearl because apparently neither of you sent 33 Pitch Pearl and that's rude tbh.

Send me a ship and a number and I'll write a scene!

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Fenton kept his eyes closed even after he had woken up. He knew it was the middle of the night since his alarm hadn't gone off, and he knew that whatever it was that woke him up could wait until morning. Probably.

The soft green light he could see through his eyelids proved him wrong.

"You know, the whole point of this was so that one of us could sleep in," he said before blinking the sleep out of his eyes and taking in the room.

Phantom floated at the foot of his bed, face twisted into a grimace. His arm hung limply from his side at an off angle that Fenton knew from experience hurt like hell. "I am sorry," Phantom said, softer than he ever spoke in public. "But I-"

"You needed me," Fenton finished. He kicked the blanket off and stood, making his way over to where Phantom was. Fenton hissed when he saw just how bad the injury was. It wasn't the worst one they'd ever had, but it definitely wasn't pretty. "Who did this one?" he asked.

"Skulker. The clever conniving creep got a lucky hit in."

"That is so uncool," Fenton said. "Anywhere else you need to run off to tonight?"

Phantom shook his head. "Skulker's mess is cleaned up. Amity Park should be safe. For now."

Fenton grabbed Phantom's elbow, tracing down gently to his hand and threading it through his fingers. "Then we're in no rush to get you back out there." He brought their entwined hands to his lips, kissing his knuckles gently.

"There is certainly a faster way to do this," Phantom protested, but the chill of their fingers becoming one took away from any real argument he might've made.

"Not as fun though," Fenton said. He continued to kiss up Phantom's arm, as carefully and delicately as he could. Every place he kissed quickly stopped being Phantom's arm, becoming their arm instead.

It was an odd feeling. Before the split, there hadn't ever been a distinction between the two. The joining now was different. Fenton could feel the faint pain from where the ectoplasmic construct that resembled a bone had broken, could feel the even fainter sensation of the jumpsuit against his skin beneath that, but it wasn't like he was the one feeling it.

Phantom was more complicated than most ghosts were. Most ghosts didn't bother with bones or veins or muscles or nerves. Some couldn't even be bothered with skin. After all, they didn't need those things to function, and the effort it took to maintain those things was more trouble than it was worth. Phantom did it naturally, a perfect copy of a human body, the body of the Danny that had entered the portal for the first time.

Fenton placed a kiss on Phantom's shoulder, lips coming back sticky with ectoplasm. The imitation was still more trouble than it was worth, most of the time. The bones still worked, and could still break, and could still hurt. It did give Phantom a unique advantage though.

Most ghosts, when they were hurt, needed time to stitch themselves back together. Phantom could do that too, in the same amount of time a ghost needed. But when he was given something to take from, a perfect copy of what his body should be? It could take barely any time at all.

Fenton kissed Phantom's neck, slowly making his way up towards his jaw, then across his cheek. He didn't think they'd be rushing this one.

When he finally reached Phantom's lips, the kiss was beyond awkward. They shared an arm, and part of their torso, but that didn't stop them from kissing until Fenton had nothing left to kiss. He opened his eyes to his once again dark bedroom, where he stood alone. He could feel Phantom's mind at the edges of his own, a mixture of annoyance and joy and contentment, the remnants of pain disappearing already.

Fenton stretched, reacquainting himself with his limbs, before sitting himself down at his desk and turning on his computer. It may have been the middle of the night, but he was already awake. No point in wasting their time together.

[starry-blue-echoes]

Thonking about StarSwap again -

The scene where Jonathan attacks Dio full force after he assaults Erina is probably going to end up going pretty differently - Jolyne is going to fight dirty, and be absolutely vicious in a way Jonathan could never manage.

Dio burned Danny alive in retaliation for Jonathan managing to successfully beat the shit out of him and scare him - what might he do in response to Jolyne's cunning and aggression?

holy fuck wait a minute yeah-

While the nature of the relationship likely wouldn't be the same as it would be in canon (after all, Erina would be like. 12/13 years old and Jolyne is 19), she still would've seen Erina as a very close friend. I don't doubt that Jolyne would still step in when those two other kids were bullying her, albeit unlike Jonathan her reasoning wouldn't be anything chivialry related. Hell, with the help of Stone Free, Jolyne might even be able to win that fight

Erina would still seek her out afterward, and while Jolyne wouldn't reciprocate the romantic feelings the other girl had...... well, Jolyne's pretty lonely. Sure there's Danny, but he is a dog, and Erina's kind and sweet and nice to hang around, and open minded enough that I think she'd be okay with Jolyne asking if they could be just friends

but of course, this is the 1880s in England, and naturally most people assume the pair to be romantically involved, especially given how close they are

Dio being one of them

you're absolutely right in how Jolyne is going to be brutal. Words can not properly express how overwhelmingly pissed she is going to be about all this, and what makes things worse for Dio is how no matter what he does, Jolyne just won't go down. Despite how much he punches and kicks, all his attacks seem either magically miss or just bounce right off (ofc, this is thanks to Stone Free), so Jolyne gets hardly a scratch on her. Hell, she's probably not even going to stop when George arrives, no matter what he says or what punishments he threatens to inflict.

now, do the both of these things make it easier for Dio to spin the story in his favor? Admittedly yes. I'd imagine she tries to tell George about what happened, about what Dio did, only to get brushed off because in his eyes Jolyne was the instigator here who beat poor, poor Dio near to death over some girl

I'd imagine after this incident, the shakey bond Jolyne might've had with George snapped completely

as for Danny........

Dio would probably still kill him. Sort of as a last ditch effort, a final attempt at getting some kind of control over the situation to remind Jojo of his place and what happens if he were to cross Dio

it backfires horribly

because before, Jolyne might've forgiven him. It would have taken YEARS and a lot of growth, but Jolyne is not blind to the environment and time they live in, where women are barely more than pretty objects and Dio has been given almost free reign as a noble's new adopted son. Before, she might've been able to forgive him because Dio was barely 12 and still a child and had likely learned a lot of things that weren't good. It could have been a mistake, one that someday he could look back at and be ashamed of

but then he kills Danny. He kills Danny by locking him in the incinerator and burning him alive

and Jolyne realizes he's doing this on purpose. That this wasn't just plain jealously, this was Dio actively doing everything in his power to make sure Jolyne would hurt

He's still 12. He's still a child.

But Jolyne will not take this lying down and she vows to herself she will never be his friend

(one night when she's alone, Jolyne feels the briefest bit of relief that she's here in this body. Just for a moment, just for a second, if only so the kindhearted 12 year old Jonathan who's messy journals sit on the bookcase didn't have to face Dio by himself)

[phlurrii]

in asking of more.. lore. may i offer my dog, Peppermint as an offering for knowledge?

this is peppermint, shes a 8yr old Maltese and King cavalier spaniel mix, and shes got shrimp for brains. now, feel free to ramble away. i can read a full essay of lore if youd like >:D

Been saving this absolute goober of a puppy till I had a thought to ramble about that wasn’t pure and utter spoiler territory X3

Anywho shout out to the 10 people who will read this ;D

Oki so, I’ve had this thonk in my head for a while about memory capacity and erosion. Given how bloody old Meau is and how much life she gets to experience living amongst other creatures unlike her brothers? I somehow doubt, even something like her, could possibly store THAT much. Even as humans our super computer brains forget stuff, so for Meau? It’s no different!

The gist is because she’s been alive for 4.5 billion years, she only had the capability to remember a couple hundred million years worth of memories, which- is still a lot- I know- but Arcues and her Brothers can remember basically all of it via having very little stimulation. So for Meau who has A LOT of stimulation, her capacity has shrank, but her value of memories is far greater!

It also doesn’t work in the sense of she can only remember the past few hundred million years, it’s in bits and pieces over her entire life span. Remembering the overall bulk of it the closer it is to her in present times. So she can remmeber things like her first time being released into the universe to make life, her first adopted children, meeting Missingno., creating legendaries, encounters and shenanigans over the course of time! But only the most important ones or ones that stuck with her.

Over time, all the mundane or less important things fade or erode form her memory. This includes friends she’s had that inevitably died, pokemon she adopted that she subsequently out lived, and even lessons/personal growth she’s… unable to recall. Likely relearning the same lesson/character growth again and again down the line as she ends up forgetting key pieces of herself and her behavior due to the growing lack of connections, companions, and relationships.

As everyone she befriends or loves dies before her, or if they match her immortality… she likely created them and there’s immediate that awkward power imbalance. Further, she can’t just make a herself a friend that’s “perfect” because then the connection isn’t genuine… it’s artificially crafted for her and her needs. Which ruins the point. So by proxy, she pulls away from making these connections and descends further and further into a spiraling pit of madness and loneliness.

Her memories continuously eroding as she forgets names, faces, voices, and silhouettes. Left with haunting shadows of no discernible shape, acting out memories that actively decay in front of her. Which bring us to modern day when she has a companion, where’s she a bit more stable and overall happier than she was at those dark moments… but the shadows still haunt her, the reality of forgetting still resides in her. At least having Noe besides her helps balance out end reminds her of things she used to be fully reliant on herself for ;3

[shadowphoenixrider]

The Rescue Gambit (3/5) Rescue the Cajun

(Previous: Break In)

After a quick check of the hallway, Shadow and Drifting quickly scurried to the door Ebak had indicated, pulling it open and quickly slipping inside. The stairway looked fairly normal for an administration building, until they took the stairs down, and it soon gave way to bare concrete and large industrial lights strung from wires.

"I don't like this." Drifting whispered.

Shadow didn't reply, raising her hand for her friend to stop. Straining her ears, she finally heard it; a quiet, high-pitched whine coming from below.

"He's here." She spoke lowly. "And hurt."

Drifting nodded, and the two women continued their descent, carefully placing their feet down so not to make a noise. They paused by a heavy steel door, peering through the window.

The guard glimpsed on the footage was standing further in, his back to them, staring into the makeshift prison. He cradled a big gun that was the most dangerous they'd seen by far, keeping an eye on the lone prisoner.

"I don't see a key." Murmured Drifting uncertainly.

"It'll be on a chain somewhere on his belt." Shadow chewed her lip. "How you feeling about pickpocketing?"

"I've never stolen anything in my life!" Was the indignant response. "I know being able to vanish might suggest I do that, but I prefer to use it to leave social situations, not commit crimes!"

"Okay, then we're going to have to commit violence instead." Shadow glanced down at the floating pipe wrench her brother had gifted her friend. "Ready?"

Drifting took a steeling breath.

"As much as I'll ever be."

They moved to either side of the door, Shadow taking hold of it and pulling as hard as she could. It was heavy, and she just about resisted the urge to grunt with the effort.

A good thing too, as the guard whirled around as the door swung open, raising his weapon.

"Ey! Who's there!" He demanded, Shadow crouching down behind the door and Drifting flattening herself against the wall. "Paul! That better not be you starting shit again!"

A pause, before a very nasally, tired, yet familiar voice sounded out.

"Jumpin' at shadows, Kenny? Told ya to take a nap."

Shadow's eyes widened, her heart briefly stopping her chest. She briefly rose up to catch what she hoped was Drifting's eyes, nodding vigorously. That's him!

"Shut up!" 'Kenny' retorted, spinning back around to the cells. "It's Kenneth, mutie! Knew we should've gagged you."

"Still could." Was the reply, a ribbon of danger flowing underneath the fatigue. "Why don'tcha come on in?"

"They want you alive, but I could still put a bullet in your head, pansy."

Drifting darted through the doorway at that, and Shadow peeked round the door to watch. Kenneth was pointing his gun in the prisoner's direction, full absorbed in the argument. He was completely oblivious to the pipe wrench floating up near his head with deadly intent.

"Really? Ya gonna start dat? Might as well just call me a f-"

THONK!

The wrench came down hard on the back of the guard's head and he crumpled like a tower of cards, gun clattering to the ground beside him.

"Mais. Dat's a way to solve it." The semi-familiar voice spoke.

Shadow moved around the door, pulling it closed behind her and stepping into the prison.

It had been hastily constructed, nothing more than concrete and steel bars that denoted each prison cell. And in the closest was a very familiar man, the sight of which caused Shadow's heart to skip.

Gambit sat in the middle of the cell, bloodied and bruised, with his white shirt and blue trousers dirtied and torn. One black and red eye was purple and swollen shut, whilst his nose was deviated in a way that was definitely not normal, dried blood trickling out of his nostrils, smeared over his shoulders and face with his attempts to wipe it away.

His hands were completely encased in steel manacles in front of his body, preventing him using or even touching anything with them. And, worst of all, a suppression collar had been fastened around his neck, its active blinking almost mocking. Her heart cringed to see him in such a state, a burning fury kindling deep inside her belly. How dare they...!

Gambit brightened immediately as he caught sight of her, a broad grin splitting his face from ear to ear.

"Shadow!" The Cajun almost fell over himself as he clambered to his feet, staggering over to the bars. "Oh chère, you such a welcome sight! You came to rescue Gambit?"

"Of course." Shadow jumped over Kenneth's body, moving over to the cell. She pushed her hand through the bars, gently cupping Gambit's cheek. "I couldn't leave you behind."

He leant into her touch, his single open eye filled with such adoration it almost hurt. A sad smile replaced his grin.

"Sorry I couldn't get back to ya, petite." He murmured. "Was almost away, but got jumped at de last moment."

"I figured something like that had happened." Replied Shadow, retracting her hand and turning to the collection of clothes that was currently rummaging through Kenneth's pockets. "So I went to get some friends to help rescue you. This here is Drifting. Drifting, this is Gambit."

The mutant's invisibility flickered off for a moment out of politeness, and she uttered a soft 'hi'. Gambit's reaction was to make a short whistling sound through his teeth.

"Mais, chère, if Gambit knew ya kept company as beautiful as yaself, he'd've asked to be introduced a lot sooner!" He commented, grinning.

Drifting gave the Cajun a flat, bored look, her power immediately flicking back on.

"Hey now, no need to be like dat!" He cried.

"Whilst I'm glad you seem to be no less dour from the experience, can you please not rizz my friends up." Shadow sighed, folding her arms. "Especially the one holding the keys to your freedom."

"Don't mean anythin' by it, mon amie." Gambit smiled weakly, looking over to where Drifting was, his manacles jingling as he tried to gesture with his sealed hands.

"Well, I got the keys, but slight problem." Drifting held the chain up, to which was clipped about six very similar silver keys, only distinguished by their different teeth patterns.

"It's de second from de left." Gambit spoke. "De one dat looks like it has a step tower in de middle."

Although she remained invisible, Shadow could tell Drifting was staring at him.

"How'd you know that?"

Gambit shrugged.

"Previous guard kept touchin' it when I were talkin' to him. Almost got him in here when dey got wise an' changed up to dat couyon." He nodded to Kenneth. "Not as nice."

"Yeah, considering the slurs he was throwing at you." Shadow frowned, watching Drifting unlock the cell door.

"Ah, Gambit been called much worse." He shrugged again. "Can't believe he went for 'pansy' after 'mutie', who he think he foolin'?" He bowed his head graciously as the door unlocked, Drifting pulling it open. "Merci, belle."

Shadow swept in, ducking under Gambit's arms to hug him tightly, pressing her face into his chest to feel his warmth, his scent. It came very suddenly, an overwhelming feeling that crushed the breath from her lungs; Remy was here, and he was alive. He couldn't hug her back, but the way he pressed her close, he felt exactly the same notion occur to him.

So caught up in their embrace, Shadow had completely forgotten their predicament until someone cleared their throat, startling them. They tried to pull away, forgetting that Gambit's hands still were sealed together in front of him - slamming Shadow right back into Gambit's chest. This caused the taller mutant to tumble backwards with a shout, only stopped from hitting the ground by a strong pair of hands.

"So I'm guessing this is Gambit?" Ebak said dryly, arching an eyebrow.

"Dat be de name, oui." Gambit replied, looking up at him with a wide grin. "An' who be dis handsome fella Gambit have de pleasure of talkin' to?"

"That's my brother." Shadow replied, wriggling out of Gambit's arms. Ebak gave Gambit a flat, disapproving stare, and dropped him onto the floor with an 'oof'!

"Tough crowd." Gambit grunted, pulling himself upright. He frowned slightly, his good eye glancing between the two.

"Adopted." Shadow and Ebak said in unison, the former coming to crouch at Gambit's side whilst the latter stood over him, watching.

"Let's get this off you." Said Shadow, leaning over and deactivating the collar. It sprang open with a beep, and Gambit breathed a sigh of relief, a ripple of pink energy flowing over his iris.

"Merci, chère. Startin' to get a headache." He smiled ruefully. "Bad enough dey leave me like dis without dat thing makin' everything worse." The manacles around his hands began to glow pink, humming loudly. Gambit turned his body as they flared a bright white, sheltering them from the shrapnel of metal as they ruptured with a loud screech. "Ah, much better."

He flexed his now free if bruised and bloody hands, stretching and rolling his shoulders.

"You didn't tell me he makes explosions!" Drifting exclaimed from her watch on the doorway.

"It's technically a bit more than that, but yes." Shadow replied, grinning weakly. "Didn't know if it'd come up, sooo..."

"Alright, so we found him, what's next? Getting out?" Ebak asked, returning to business.

"Well first, lemme patch him up. If things go sour, it'll be good to have someone who can actually fight beyond Ber." She sat next to the Cajun. "Then we'll collect up him and Myst and get outta Dodge."

"If you don' mind chère, dey stripped Gambit of everythin' he had - jacket, cards, staff an' a sample of dat formula. Like to 'least get de staff back 'fore Beast starts thinkin' to bill me for losin' 'em."

Ebak rubbed his chin.

"I did see a lockbox back in the security office. Let me go check." He vanished in a blink, Gambit craning his head around.

"How does he do dat?"

"Quantum teleportation." Shadow explained. "Ebak can teleport almost anywhere he desires. The only caveat is that he cannot be observed doing it. So he's 'held' in place if you look at him, and he can't appear in any place being looked at, by eye or by security camera."

"Huh." Gambit's eye flicked back and forth, searching his memories. "So he have de power of jumpscares, then?"

"That's one way to put it." Ebak said, now right behind him again.

"Merde!" Gambit cursed. "You gonna do dat every time?!"

"Yes." Ebak smirked. "Also, a thank you might be nice," he dropped a bundle of items into Gambit's lap - the telescoping bo staff, two decks of playing cards (one significantly slimmer than the other) and a beige scarf. "I guessed that was yours too?"

"Yeah, it is," Gambit nodded, glancing back to give Ebak a genuine smile. "Thanks."

"Alright gents, enough stalling." Shadow spoke, her tone all business. "Ebak, I need to borrow you. Sit." She pointed to the space next to her.

"Oh? How so?" He asked, doing as he was told and ignoring the way Gambit's eye followed him warily.

"Well, as you can see, Gambit's nose is broken." Shadow gestured to the acute deviation in main trunk (the dorsum nasi, her mind supplied). "I can fix it, but it does mean I need someone to reduce it first." She looked between the two men. "As in I need to pull it back into position before I can heal it in place."

The two men glanced at each other. Ebak took a breath, rubbing his hands on his thighs.

"O-Oh, okay. I...think I can do that." Said Ebak haltingly.

"It's okay - if you let me briefly connect with your hands, I will do the reduction. All you'll need to do is hold them in place whilst I seal the cartilage back together." Shadow explained, looking to Gambit. "It is going to hurt. A lot. I can suppress the pain as soon as I move from Ebak's hands into your body, but until then it's going suck, and I need you to hold your head as still as possible and preferably not explode anything. Can you do that for me?"

The Cajun smiled.

"Can certainly try, mon amie."

"Why doesn't he stuff that scarf in his mouth?" Came Drifting's comment from outside the cell. "As something to bite down on."

"That's not a bad idea." Shadow nodded. "Gambit?"

"Oui," he said, balling a section of the fabric up. "Shall Gambit...?"

"Yes. We've dawdled enough and this'll take time." Gambit nodded, stuffing the scarf between his teeth. A smirk pulled at Ebak's lips, but he said nothing, holding his hands out for Shadow to take. She took his right hand, splaying hers across the back of his, whilst she shifted closer to Gambit, resting her other hand on his cheek. He leant slightly into the touch.

"Okay El, relax for me." Shadow murmured, light rippling into her hands as she reached out to the cells beneath, gently delving under them into the muscle fibres beneath. Ebak's fingers twitched as she tested them. "That's good. Okay. Try to relax for me, Gambit. I'm going to be as quick as I can, but it's going to suck regardless."

He offered a reassuring hum in response, before closing his eye. Shadow couldn't blame him - she wouldn't have wanted to see the incoming pain either.

She and Ebak reached as a pair to Gambit's nose, pausing for a nerve-steeling second before grasping it tightly. Gambit winced immediately, biting down, and Shadow felt Ebak's muscles spasm against her control as his instincts tried to pull away. Her power flared to silence them, stretching just a little further into the cells beneath Ebak's large fingers. The 'voices' were muffled, coming through two layers, but a faint visualisation of the original cartilage structure came to mind. Following this 'blueprint' and gritting her teeth, Shadow wrenched the broken spur back into position, wincing as Gambit bit down harder, trying to muffle his cry of pain.

"Okay, hold still until I give you a signal to release." She commanded, pulling her awareness back into herself. "Do not move."

"I'm staying here." Ebak replied.

With nary a moment to spare, Shadow dove into Gambit's body; a process she was so used to it was almost like passing through a door. She immediately silenced the cacophony of pain that greeted her, moving straight to his nose and commanding the tissue to regenerate as fast as it could, pouring her power into it to speed what was a very slow process into something that took seconds.

She felt Gambit relax almost as soon as she finished, the rush of air from his mouth below. It took her a couple of seconds to collect herself after that display - her powers gently siphoning off Gambit's eternal kinetic hum to restore themselves. As soon as she felt ready, she flowed down to Gambit's hand, pulling gently at the fibres to announce her presence before she lifted his hand, curling his thumb and index finger into a circle and raising his other fingers.

Shadow held it for a couple of seconds, until Ebak released the pressure on Gambit's nose, the Cajun rumbling something she couldn't hear.

Content, she moved up to the second place that definitely needed her attention - Gambit's swollen eye. A small hairline fracture had cracked his orbital rim, the resulting damage filling his eyelids with enough fluid to essentially seal them shut. Thankfully the eye beneath was fine, moving freely - she squashed her natural curiosity at finding out how his might differ to hers; that was for another, more peaceful time.

Shadow pushed her power forward, calling to the osteoblasts in the bone and watching them knit it back together as neatly as it had once been. Moving to the softer tissues, she urged the lymph ducts to swell, draining the fluid out and away into the broader circulation. Almost immediately Gambit's eye opened as soon as it could move, blinking hard to readjust.

His nerves called her from his other, more minor injuries, but someone grabbed her wrist, digging in just enough to start tugging her awareness back into her body. Shadow acquiesced, letting herself be yanked back in. She blinked hard, greeted by Gambit gently pulling her back into the darkness of the cell.

"Sorry to disturb ya, chère, but we gotta problem."

(Previous: Break In)/(Next: Escape)

[captainshyguy]

for ellor: 2, 14, and 19

ehehe ty sam!!

2. How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

man good question i cant remember a lot of the process of making ellor, i think it was in some fugue of like 'I Need to give rex a boyfriend Now' and hehe purble. i feel i must have made him pretty quickly and thought up steps to get him to be in the right place. i suppose over the course of the years i've been imagining him less twink and with more chub, so im excited to try to implement more of that if possible!

14. Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

HMMMMM [THONKS] not off the top of my head, i'd probably need to actually get writing his story to get there i think, i tend to associate characters more with things over words (unless those words are in musics >:3)

19. What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

he' just a lot of fun i think, in that sort of like...subdued, impish way, like i love writing jaden, but that boy is experiencing the horrors, whilst ellor is generally (emphasis on generally, his story is about repressed emotion after all) having a better time and its just fun to write someone who's bright and curious and observant and confident. he's like a little dandy to me. plus idk i admire that even with him struggling to naturally feel empathetic towards people outside fo the individuals he cares deeply about, he still does put in the effot to do the right thing

least favourite....well his markings are a pain in the ass to get consistent lol, the ones on his face are fine, but everywhere else? help. personality wise nothign he's my special boy he could kill someone and i'd clap

[burgersnacksformax]

5 Moments with Scout (scout x reader)

Collection of moments between you and our beloved scooter <3

Can flip

You and him were alone, trying to pass time together.

You sat at a table with him standing beside you, repeatedly flipping a can of Bonk onto the table.

Or, trying.

He tried, and it landed on its side.

He tried again, almost got it, but it tipped over.

After several attempts and even more exclamations along the lines of "come on" and "so close!", the can finally landed upright.

You and Jeremy turned to each other excitedly, and he practically lifted you off your seat in a hug.

He tried to act cool after that, insisting it wasn't hard, and decided to top off his act by leaning his hip against the table and popping the can open.

And then it exploded in his face.

You immediately burst into laughter. Jeremy coudln't even protest, because your laughter was too contageous that he started laughing too.

The drink made a mess on the table and the floor and y'all are laughing. Good for you.

Batting

You saw him swinging his baseball bat in the air outside.

He wasn't playing with anyone and there wasn't a baseball in sight. You assumed he was just trying to get out the zoomies.

He seemed so focused.

You realised you'd never been able to scare him before.

You decided to sneak up on him, maybe surprise him with a hug from behind. Maybe just tackle him and see how he'd react.

You got closer. Good, he hadn't noticed.

But as he swung back too fast, it hit your head with a THONK

You stumbled backward, reaching for your head.

Jeremy turned around, eyes widening in shock, partly because he didn't expect you there, and partly because "holy shit are you okay?"

You started laughing at yourself. In hindsight, sneaking up behind someone with a metal baseball bat wasn't a good idea.

But as much as your boyfriend was worried, every damn time he saw you laugh he just can't help but start laughing too.

But the laughter came with proclamations of concern.

He was so worried.

He insisted to drag you to medic.

You were fine, but followed along anyways. It never failed to warm your heart how much he cared.

Hat Fling

You and Jeremy were standing on opposite sides of the room, repeatedly flinging his hat back and forth.

The goal was to try and get it to land on his head.

Whenever you missed, he'd throw it right back.

This went on for quite a while. You were both so determined but were slowly going crazy.

And thats when it happened.

HUZZAH ! Hat on Jeremy's head.

You both jumped for fuckin joy, with him yelling way too loud.

"HELL YEAH I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!"

He then insisted to throw his hat onto your head.

Cue more chaos.

Shooting practice

The time he taught you how to shoot his scattergun.

It made him so happy to see you take an interest in his favourite gun.

He insisted to try and teach you through doing, partly because he wasn't entirely sure how to explain it purely with words, but also since he was just too eager to show you.

His instruction wasn't so clear, but he was more than happy to fix your errors.

Sometimes when you pulled the lever to eject the empty shell, Jeremy would have to stop you and pull it again.

He explained you had to pull it all the way or it could get jammed. You felt a little silly, but he kept praising you whenver you did something right, so the feeling didn't stay for long.

He stood behind you and kept his hands on yours to make sure they were in the right position.

Sometimes he'd move a hand to your shoulder or hip to fix your posture

He kept his chest firm against your back.

He said he was worried you might lose your balance and fall backwards when you shot.

Which was unlikely considering your stance.

Maybe he just wanted to be close to you.

Train ride

You both needed to take a train together, but it was too crowded for either of you to get a seat.

You were looking for one of the hand grip things to hold, when the train started to move, making you tumble right into Jeremy's shoulders.

He caught you and grinned like a doofus.

"I guess you fell for me."

All you could do was laugh and roll your eyes.

He did make sure to stand close to you to catch you if you ever fell again.

But he didnt wanna admit that he wished you DID fall again so he could catch you again.

[originemesis]

@danger-tits-lute xxx

She heard the painful "thonk" of his head hitting something and a hiss as she startles him with her curious closeness, her eyes widen a little as the series of events unfold in quickness, before she has any time to realize what is happening. Simultaneously he pulls his wing into his side defensively, practically scooping her up and against him further as he reaches somewhere behind him the arm that opens up a new, closer, nook for her to settle in. Her arms move to wrap around his chest and shoulder to stabilize the force in which she was launched forward, the inch her face had kept in distance now reduced to nothing as it was squished into his. "You can't just hover like that- the fuck, actually??" She had never seen the look that had crossed his features, partly because she'd never seen his features, but mostly because she'd never experienced anything but arrogant confidence in his demeanor. For the next minute he looked perturbed and off guard under her gaze. She was unsure why though, everything about his appearance was magnificent. His words knocked her out of her own stunned disposition and she realized what had happened. She tried to immediately remove herself from his vicinity with a quick mumbled "Sorry!" but she was quite trapped, his heavy wing closed in on her, pinning her to him in a very inappropriate manner, their noses touching now, lips grazing as he spoke again. Words? What were those again? The speckles or the words? She was unsure which things she couldn't describe. She was rendered utterly immobile being literally face to face with her commander, feeling his warm sturdy body underneath her, his wing holding her to him. The things that started this all were nearly invisible next to the glow spreading over her cheeks, the golden shine lighting up pearlescent strands of her hair. The wispy fibril halo around her face lit aglow as they reflected the light. She swallowed thickly, his amber irises staring into her liquid pools of honey as she gazed back into his. "Th- th-" She paused, trying to process thoughts that the speech center of her brain were still slowly sending out to her lips that still grazed his as she moved them. Unfortunately her hands worked faster than her mouth and she pulled one up to touch them, feather light fingertips grazing across his cheekbone, whispering in nervous awe. "The speckles. They glow."

Under normal circumstances- the ones that involved pestering and egging her on behind a mask of malignant yellow tinged mania, he may have taken her hovering in seamless stride. Probably even make a point that her proximity was awfully telling, in lieu of a stress toy to combat her quivers to the storm sounds, that she wanted to cup his balls for comfort or some shit- all while smirking at her expense and lounging at his leisure. Of course, circumstances being what they are- unmasked with her in his face so suddenly and all, her curiosity in trying to map out his face in the flickering and fast fading light of the trash is met with a weary if not irate twitch.

Though he'd convince himself it's an involuntary reaction from the ends of her hair itching his skin with how close she's been clamped in place at the disclosure of his wings, primed as they were to offer up a layer of weighted blanket security that she just happened to find herself trapped under. Annnnnd now she's digging into the ribs. If she was anyone other than his lieutenant, he might have flung her out and onto the floor in a puddle of oversized robes already. Those were sensitive- and arguably the more vulnerable section of his otherwise impenetrable archangel frame, but all that padding she's swaddled in makes her feel little more than a pillow tucked under a sore wing.

The squeak of an apology and the subsequent wiggling to free herself is amusing enough to not lift a feather to help her though. Having been thumbing at the forming knot at the base of his skull, his grazing talons pause in their administrations once she loses the battle against the security force of his feathers and surrenders like a window splattered pigeon against his bulk. Though it's more so her lips ghosting his as she speaks that swivels the gold of his gaze inwards- practically cross eyed to study the light puddling across the bridge of her face.

"Yeah~?" A slow swivel of his gaze from hers down to the lips and back again precedes a chuckle and a doting poke between the eyes, talon tip tapping like it might rattle her brain back to a functioning state. He licks his lips for the measure too, the feeling of them sliding barely against hers for extra motivation. "So's yours ~ what's the big deal?" He's not wrong. Her face is particularly awash with far more light than the collection of sparkly specks on his. After that sinks in, he offers her a smug curl of lips she probably recognizes. Mostly because he'd adjusted the weight of his wing earlier without her seeming to have taken notice what with all of her curiosity pinned on him. With the subtlest of shifts, he drapes an arm back across the couch while a pair of talons snake through silver strands and tuck them behind one of her ears so it stops itching his skin.

"Anyway, we swapping spit or what? 'Cause-" Clicking his teeth as a low, strained hiss filters through. "Your knee's kinda like... fusing into my rib end here." The broken off one. It's exactly pleasant.