#nobody likes that stinky dog

[thatpurpledudetrey]

me when i realized the archeron sisters never had a happy ending

[anastasiabowe]

Ahhhhh! I'm so excited someone still writes for KnB, makes me so happy! Your fics are top notch!

Could you possibly to Aomine and Kagami (separate) reacting to their girl rapping WAP?Can be Nsfw pls? Thank you!

"𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗔𝗬?" — Your boyfriend reacting to you singing a very... Crude song.

note: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!! I'm really shocked not a lot of knb writers write for them anymore! But thank you, and everyone for your support!

Content warnings:

★ — 𝗔𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘

You pressed your playlist, and put it on shuffle. You started to undress as your fav song came on, WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion. Well, it’s not your favorite song, but it brings you back! You restart the song and get into the shower. The warm water instantly relaxing your muscles as you sung along with Cardi.

Aomine had just gotten home from an intense game down on the basketball courts. It was intense for the other players more so, but the game never ended until his team (more him) got to 200 points, that was the bet, which Aomine with no doubt won, 1,000 USD. His sweaty stinky body lurked up the stairs.

He could hear the shower running, and your loud voice, singing: “I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage.” And so on. His eye twitched at the words, he himself very much knowing what those mean, and doesn’t know you talked like that.

He entered the bathroom, wincing at the hit steam, himself already being so hot. You could see him coming in through the glass, but you couldn’t see the look on his face as you continued to rap, “Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me, quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me, I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be I run down on him 'fore I have a guy running me.”

The more you rapped those lyrics, the more shocked he became. Who are you? So after your little show, and you dried off in the shower, Aomine no longer was in the bathroom, no he was not. He was sitting on the bed waiting for you to come out so he can wash out that filthy little mouth of yours.

“Uh huh, wanna talk all that shit, probably don’t even know what it means, huh?” You choked on his dick as it reached the literal back of your throat. You wanted to take him how you wanted, but this wasn’t for you.

“Why you cryin’? Was talking about wanting all of this earlier! Just giving you what you want!” He pushed your head up and down, your throat spawning trying to protect its sensitive walls. Your spit was all over you lower chin and his dick. Tears spilled down your face as you felt his dick twitch.

“Take this shit.” He came into your mouth making you force yourself off of him and you coughed. He smirked, and wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Good girl.”

★ — 𝗞𝗔��𝗔𝗠𝗜

Kagami laid on your shared bed, resting while you talked in the phone with your friend in the bathroom. A song started playing that nobody in their innocent mind should be singing. You started mumbling to the words as you did your post-shower care. Your friend laughed hearing you sing along with the song, voice much louder.

She pointed out how you sang it, “stop singing about what you want and go get it, he’s literally a door away.” She joked, but that wasn’t very funny to you. “Yeah, but he’s not really into that..” you sighed, and she bursted out laughing mocking you.

Once you got off the phone with her and headed out of the bathroom, Kagami’s chest hit your face. You winced and got ready to yell at him, but before you could he picked you up and pushed you against the wall, you practically sitting on his shoulders. He pushed your panties to the side and began to eat you out

“Kagami, chill!” You moaned as he ate you out. He was grunting like a fucking hungry dog, and you couldn’t help but wonder what got him like this.

You didn’t wonder long, you soon were pulling his red locks as you came for the 3rd time. He flicked his tongue in your bud, making you scream in overstimulation.

He brought you over to the bed and laid you down. He removed your panties, and spit on his dick.

“Could have told me you wanted to do more than what we usually do. A song shouldn’t have decided that.” He slowly pushed in, knowing you weren’t all too familiar with his size. He started thrusting, and you smiled, thinking to yourself,

“Thank you Cardi and Megan.”

[felixcosm]

If you need further convincing to listen to WOE.BEGONE, here is a list of names that actual real human beings in the show have. Not all of them are happy about their names but its their names now.

Stinky

Eagle

Skinner

Chance & Shadow (yes, like the dogs from Homeward Bound)

Old Man

Flash

Nobody

TXDawg

Thank You Careful Betteridge

Mustardseed

Skuzz

Sax

Britches

Outlaw

[archangeldyke-all]

Hey Angel :D I'm not dead 😋!!

For my ask; what about modern sev with a little shit that couldn't give a damn about consequences Like imagine after like idk they play soccer or some shit and before they get in the car they yell at a kid like "YOUR AIM WAS ASS AND YOUR MOM'S A BITCH!" and immediately just scurry over to sev like "hi ma :)"

micron!!! welcome back!! this idea is SOOOO perfect i love it

men and minors dni

little fucker wasn't always called little fucker.

when she was a baby, still too tiny to talk or walk, you and sevika referred to her with much more traditional nicknames.

'peanut' when she was still a newborn, tiny enough to fit in one of your arms.

'sweet girl' when she was being cute, cuddling against sevika's chest or wrapping her entire hand around your pointer finger.

'baby' most commonly-- usually with an adjective in front. 'stinky baby' when she's got a full diaper, 'sleepy baby' when she's yawning and cranky, 'beautiful baby' when you're rocking her to sleep, humming lullabies to her.

but as she grew and her personality developed, 'little fucker' quickly became the most frequently used nickname for your baby.

she's a mischievous, impulsive, goofball.

at two years old, she watches sevika flip someone off in heavy traffic, and despite that her tiny hands can't figure out a simple peace sign, she manages to figure out the middle finger.

she shoots it at anyone and everyone. the mailman, the old man standing behind the three of you in line at the grocery store, the neighbor's dog-- nobody's safe from little fucker's middle finger. luckily, she's cute enough for people to just laugh when she does it.

when she figures out what money is, and that money can buy candy, your little girl starts stealing.

she'll harass anyone who enters your home. 'gimmie a dollar,' or 'show me your wallet,' only to steal the cash and run to her room, hiding it in a shoebox under her bed.

again-- people think it's cute, and they never bother telling you or sevika that your daughter's just robbed them (especially since she only robs them a dollar at a time.) you find out what's been happening when you're cleaning her room and find around a hundred crumbled up one dollar bills under her bed. sevika thinks it's the funniest thing she's ever seen.

when she's old enough to start going to pre-school, you and sevika get texts from her teachers on a daily basis. she never goes far enough to get in any real trouble-- but she's just so fucking funny all her teachers need to tell another adult about how goofy your baby is. you, sevika, and the three women who run the day-care are all in a groupchat titled 'little fucker chronicles.'

a lot of it's just pictures of her covered in mud or dirt or paint.

some of it's stories about her handing out her own form of justice to kids who don't share toys-- putting worms in their hair or ignoring them in a round of hide and seek, making them stay cramped and hidden for an hour.

and of course, all the crazy shit she says to other kids sent back to you and sevika: 'my mommy could beat your dad up. he looks wimpy.' or, 'do you know what b-i-t-c-h spells? no? well, it's something that you are.' and, your personal favorite, 'no i don't have any brothers or sisters, i'm already a handful.'

taglist!

@fyeahnix @lavendersgirl @half-of-a-gay @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner

@shimtarofstupidity @chuucanchuucan @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther

@ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai

@glass-apothecary @macaroni676 @artinvain @realgreeniebeanie @k3n-dyll

@sevsdollette @ellieslob

[goosedoes-fics]

Madness Headcanons

Madcom x Reader

Content Warnings: I talk about tits a lot sorry. Also mentions of organ failure and transfem Tricky

Notes: Trying to get back into the writing groove. Sorry if this is shit

HANK J WIMBLETON

If you didn't know ASL before meeting them, they would communicate primarily with hand and head movements. He's too cool to use a notepad

Not a big fan of PDA, but in private he's quite affectionate and cuddly. theyre just a big ass guard dog cmon

Hank Motherfucker Wimbleton what are you doing here????? waiting for them to play gangnam styl.

DEIMOS

Transgenda

I like to imagine Dedmos's rock face works similarly to Hank's metal jaw. It's just a rock jaw. Rock lobster.

He is an ASSHOLE (affectionate)

The kind of person to like. Punch your shoulder when they laugh

Their ideal first date is stealing the declaration of independence

If you don't make him, he will go days without showering he is SO smelly anfd SO stinky. He has GREASY ASS HAIR i just know it

SANFORD

If Hank is a guard dog he's one of those goofy dogs that look like bear cubs

VERY big fan of PDA he will smooch you anywhere. everywhere. any time any place any day

He takes missions more seriously than Deimos but outside of missions he is just a big fat goofball

I'm going to place my hands directly on his man tits. anyways where was I

He lost his nipples in The War

I'm kidding. He lost them during top surgery.

At this point i'm aiming the transgenderification beam at all of them. nobody is safe. BE TRANSGENDER

DOC

Sometimes he wears his hair down and it's like a mullet w/ shaved sides

Out of all of them he's the most adverse to PDA but! In private he is very sweet. very silly

Hey are you okay with being tested on? Yeah? Cool will you drink this organ failure potion I brewed

Plays the piano sometimes! He might serenade you if you ask nicely

TRICKY

BE TRANSGENDER. (shoots her with my transfem beam)

Yeah so he/she bigender Tricky is real. Krinkels told me himself

He is like a big weird dog as well. He might lick your face (don't let him zed spit is slightly acidic)

Probably likes PDA the most. She will make out with you very grossly and sloppily in the middle of McDonalds

Very soft very fluffy. Which is surprising considering how many times he's died

His tail is somewhat prehensile, he could dangle from a tree branch if he tried hard enough

CHURCH AND JORGE

They are very good at sharing!

Sorry not sorry yandere enjoyers but they would NOT kill someone for looking at you they would be like haha yeah everyone should look at our awesome fucking partner theyre so cool and hot

Sometimes they forget how big they are compared to you so they might try to like flop over on you. Pigpile on the small one

Very prone to roughhousing and play fighting but they'll be gentle if you ask

BEEFY BOYS 😍

[nervouspiratedragon]

Hot damn shadow had he rough:

He was literally created to cure a terminally ill girl, putting immense burden on his shoulders("What if she doesn't get cured? What if she dies from her illness? Would my existence have been in vain?")

His only genuine friend, said terminally ill girl was slain before his eyes like a damn dog by a jackbooted thug

Almost everyone he knew is dead thanks to GUN

He gets brainwashed by his own creator and is forced to sleep for 50 years in a pod in GUN's basement .

Wakes up in a strange new time period where he literally has nobody. No home, friends, family or kin (unless you count that evil alien deadbeat dad) , no nothing except the desire to carry out his dead friend's wish by destroying the world., only to later find out her actual wish was for him to protect the earth

Gets gaslit by a stinky egg into believing he's just an android slave

Gets gaslit by said evil Deadbeat alien dad.

May outlive everyone around him due to his immortality

Somebody please pass the tissues and get this guy some therapy.

[lagncx]

stink bomb kisses

Astarion x zombie reader

• In the heat of battle astarion brings out a zombie to help his comrades

• you were the zombie brought back ready to defend your new purpose, Astarion!

•After the battle and you surviving Astarion can’t help but adore you. Like a lil puppy that follows him around. It could be because he has someone to control but also just cause why not show off a zombie freind

• you don’t mind, in fact your super smart. Minded you stumble over words or drop your tongue through the rotting holes of your jaw sometimes so you get a bit tongue tied but astarion has been re-educating you on pronunciation with your tongue twister situation.

•Some of you is still there like your brain and your drop dead good looks. Just a bit green and stinky

• sometimes When following Astarion to a camp gathering Gale or well…most of the time it will always be gale who asks “Astarion why are you keeping the damn zombie around?” And Astarion will scoff “Their name is <❤️> and you will respect them. Ain’t that right darling you tell mean ol gale you are a person too. And after looking between the two you let out a little grunt nodding your head to which Astarion crosses his arms and lifts his chin smirking in victory at Gale

• the others were nice though they wanted you to stay far away. The smell was getting pretty~ badddd…but you thought it was fine cause Halsin would make you necklaces. He said “here’s a necklace with mint and eucalyptus. It’ll uh-…give you luck” and you felt so good you gave him a hug. Squeezed so hard the indent of his clothes had been on your soft…decomposing skin for a while

• Astarion though he loves you does not kiss you. He loves his knight so much but not that much. Honestly the relationship between you is seen as a queen and attack dog. But after learning to speak Astarion and you will always have conversations especially when he’s feeling paranoid about Cazador sending people to capture him.

• “awe stink. You have it easy, you’re already dead and well…your you.” He said taking the needle with the black thread and stitching the deep tear in your jaw that was hanging on by a thread your drool dripping out onto the dirt ground under you with soft plops. “I have all these strong freinds but it’s like I’m a huge risk. What if they lose their lives trying to protect me. Maybe I’m putting a burden on everyone.” He chuckled “Weird of me to feel guilty for using people as protection.” He said but looked up at you the way your glossy eyes focused on the night sky above you both. He sighed “Guess I should say I’m sorry for turning you into some zombie lap dog.” He frowned cutting the thread and letting his hands rest in his lap. You looked at him “I’ll always…protect astarion. Alive…or not.” You groaned “Your a good luck star…nobody gets to hurt you.” Astarion just sighs and blows a kiss your way and you do it back the whiff of your rot throwing him off only for a second.

•When astarion falls in love with someone you’re there watching. Seeing the way they kiss and hug….though you only focused on how he was so happy. Finding someone to make him happy and feel safe. More than you ever could. Plus who were you kidding you’re a zombie. It could never work out. You felt your cold still heart break.

• Astarion searched every where for you. He was planning on saying goodbye and getting rid of you. Seeing how slow and unfocused you were during fights recently. He felt you were old and tired to throw in the towel

•Astarion found you just the same when he brought you back. A pile of viscera. Astarion cried for hours he wasn’t able to say goodbye.

•u died of a broken heart.

hiii this is acc brain dump thought of it from something I forgot but yeaaa. Enjoy it I hope you guys mess with my first headcanons post

[a-bit-too-silly]

Would you maybe do a drabble about regressed Logan being fussy about having to take a bath, maybe with CG Wade?

of course! I decided to have a bit of an inconsistent narrator cus Wade talks right to the reader sometimes. Hope this is alright! :]

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If there's one thing Logan *isn't* known for, it's his cleanliness. He takes care of himself most of the time. He's half good at that don't get this twisted, dear reader. But.. well, he's not particularly neat. We'll put it that way.

When he's big he's always getting covered in sweat, grime, blood, ash, he's really the type to roll around in mud like a dog if he thinks it'll make him feel better. 'Feral' is a good word to describe him, even when he's not gone into one of his berserker rages. But when he's little, it's.. yeah, it's the same story. Maybe a bit less blood and no ash since I wouldn't- ehh... *nobody* would let that little guy smoke anything. Not even his beloved cigars. Thankfully he's found some other ways to satiate that oral fixation of his, even if it does mean the occasional bite on the arm every now and then.

Regardless of what he decides to sink those little chompers into, he still manages to get himself coated in just about everything he comes across.

Mud? Oh-ho, definitely. No use in putting him in his raincoat and boots since he'd prefer to stomp around in every puddle barefoot anyway.

Food? You know it. You could be feeding him as neatly as possible only to turn your back for a moment and find some mashed avocado in his eyebrow.

Dust from the floor? Yep. Paint? Sure. Crayons? Somehow, yeah. Blue fur from Kurt? Mhm. Don't get me started on the jam incident. That sweet honey badger found his way into the cabinets.. the evidence of that massacre still stains those poor porous countertops.

I'll hand it to him, he's talented.

Unfortunately... bath time is his worst enemy. Maybe it has something to do with the experimentation, that'd make the most sense. Maybe it's his tendency to sink. Maybe he just prefers to be a stinky little gremlin. It's not exactly my place to ask. He's often too little or too tired to stay standing long enough for a shower, and sponge baths aren't really an option.

With background info out of the way, let's get back to the problem at hand.

-

"Cmon peanut, I made sure to put in the bubbles you like! They're yellow!" Wade says with a small gesture towards the tub. "Al! Tell him they're yellow!"

"You really think I'd be more convincing than you?" She calls from the other room almost incredulously. - oh, right. *Blind* Al.. yeah.. maybe not the best at identifying colors. - Wade looks out the door of the bathroom in the general direction of where Al is seated, minding her business.

"See? Al likes how yellow they are." He says in spite of everything, "Do you want to get in the tub now, munchkin?"

"no. No bat-time." Logan, as little as he is right now, scowls. It doesn't have the intended effect, but Wade lets out a dramatic groan anyway. Toddlers.. can't be reasoned with.

"Unfortunately not how this works, kiddo." Wade says, crouching down next to the tub where Logan has firmly planted himself against the tile. He's no longer wearing his top, seeing as it was an unfortunate bystander to some sticky pancakes and cubed meats. All chopped up nice and small so Logan wouldn't choke but big enough that he could chew on em a decent bit.

"Don' need ta." The adamantium boned toddler huffs in response, "'m not dirty."

"no, but you are sticky, kiddo. And you were playing outside with Storm earlier so I bet you got a bit icky there too." This only makes Logan's scowl firmer. The once little pout growing in such a way that makes Wade's heart ache. If it weren't for the fact that Al would definitely nag him about Logan's sticky fingers, face, chest, shoulders... Logan's general *stickiness*, he doubts he'd ever manage to get the rascal to ever bathe.

"Papa get in first." He said firmly, pointing to the tub like he's the one calling the shots. Which he is. Wade is a weak weak man for his grumpy little guy. "'n no dunking."

'Dunking' in this case stands for dipping the little guy's head under water. Wade would never, but it gets mentioned at least once per bath time. Upon hearing the statement, Wade throws up his hand in a solemn oath.

"Scouts honor." Now, Wade has never been a boy scout, but he's also never been one for hurting kids so the promise still stands. With that, he slips out of his slippers and rolls his sweatpants up to his knees so he hopefully won't get too soaked, and he sits down on the edge of the tub. The water in the tub isn't too deep, only reaching up to around the middle of Wade's calf, with another few inches on top of thick yellowy foam from the bath bomb Logan relished in watching dissolve.

Still reluctant, Logan watches as Wade sits on the edge of the tub for a while. And Wade lets him. It's a slow process, always is, but after a few minutes of pouty glaring Logan tugs off the last of his clothes then clambers up into the tub with a bit of help from Wade. Just to ensure he doesn't slip. The water is still nicely warm despite the slow process, maintained by frequent touchups of hot water and lifting up the plug to let out the cold.

"Good job, peanut." Wade says softly as he grabs an old cup, bright red in color and decorated with a variety of stickers, and starts to ladle water over Logan's shoulders. He's learned the hard way that Logan has the 'if my head gets wet in a dry room I will shake until it's dry' reflex, so hair washing stays until the end.

Logan is quiet and stiff, letting out the occasional whine despite himself. Seems he's on the silent treatment side of the spectrum rather than the 'giving a cat a bath' side. It's almost worse, but Wade knows he'll perk back up once things are done.

So he starts to gently scrub the sticky syrup and dirt from Logan's hands, meeting his eye as best he can. His little one is sulking, lip still pouted out, eyes downcast and sad.

"Bath time is no fun, I know, my sour faced friend." Wade sighs, "anything that could make it better, bubbie?"

Logan stays quiet for a while, only moving when Wade needs to reach somewhere to clean. "No."

"mmm." Wade mumbles, taking the removable showerhead off of its holder so he can quickly rinse off Logan, getting his hair and rinsing off the soap. "Just a moment.."

"done?"

"Yep. All done, honeybun." He says as he stands up to grab a towel from the shelf, that earns him some grabby hands and a desperate search for 'uppies'. Which he gladly satisfies after bundling him up in a towel. Yeah, I can pick him up. Adamantium skeletoned 300+ pound toddler? No biggie. "Let's get you in some jammies and maybe you can convince Nana Al to let you put on a movie. That sound good, bubsicle?"

Logan nestles his head into the crook of Wade's neck and nods a little, his limbs clinging to Wade like a koala clings to a tree. He's really not used to being picked up, regardless of how much he asks for it.

"And then Papa pool is gonna make some chicken nuggets and fries and we're gonna forget all about that icky horrible bath." Wade continues as he carries Logan to the bedroom, patting his back occasionally.

"Dino shapes?" Logan asks quietly.

"Oh, definitely. That makes em more nutritious." Wade scoffs, pulling out a pair of comfortable flannel pants and a T-shirt that still manages to be baggy even on Logan's broad frame. The faded pattern still clearly reads 'Bambi' with the titular character looking up at a butterfly while sitting in a bed of flowers. It's a favorite of his, and maybe Wade has been messing with continuity to make sure it never wears out. Maybe. Come on, every one needs their recognizable outfits!

Logan dresses himself with only a touch of help with the socks. Then he does that silly toddler walk, the one where its more stomps than normal footfalls, off towards Al with Wade following close behind.

[exoticalmonde]

The Evealia Guide Through Babel (event) - Part III

Last time we left off, things are going absolutely terrible. There's a Sarkaz that is gone insane with sorrow for his comrades and his son, so he's taken it with himself to go destroy the Leithanien he's noticed lurking around Kazdel.

Leithanien. From Babel.

I'll just let you read this part on your own for cinematic value.

GOOD GOD ALRIGHT

Damn it... Ugh.

He is sent to Theresa, but he's so out of it that he doesn't even realize what is going on. He very happily tells her that he killed the traitorous Leithanien and has avenged his son, along with all the others who died in battle.

He's taken away since Theresis doesn't want Theresa to be the one meting out punishment like that.

It's strange though, because he doesn't use Arts, but the guards were hypnotised. Somebody on the outside is at fault for this. Yet, the Military Commission refuse to investigate, because the victim is just an outsider to the Sarkaz.

Babel is to remove itself from all political activity too and finally make some clear boundaries between what it can and cannot do on Kazdel.

In a different light, we get to see Theresa and Theresis as caretakers for Ascalon.

Theresis gives her knife back and teaches her, briefly, about how she should sharpen it since warriors should treasure their weapons, while also being considering on who it gets to cut.

Theresa is much softer on the approach. Asks her about what she likes in the city.

Despite that, Ascalon feels like she can't really hate the gentle Sarkaz. I SCREAMED when Theresa offered Ascalon to touch her horn. Is it a way to show affection? Vulnerability? Whatever it is, WHY did I not think of this sooner. That's so heckin adorable.

Theresa cleans Ascalon's wound and teaches her that weapons can't heal these - only time and medicine. So one day she can wake up and learn that it doesn't hurt anymore.

That much, Ascalon agrees with.

Babel Classroom, Kazdel

…

Well, nobody showed up to class.

Except Theresis, who is there to confirm that the casualty report from the Military Commission states a lot of children have gone. Those who survived - their parents refuse to let the outsiders of Babel teach them. Plus, many of the Babel teachers left - out of fear.

Even if Theresis thinks Theresa is wasting her time, he waits with her upon her request.

IT WASN'T FOR NOTHING!!

Down, Dog.

ARRRGHBFEUSUGIH MY HEART.

I hated him, okay? I hated Manfred in the way you'd hate a handsome scrimblo, in the way where I'd be ashamed to say that I like him; like how people who love stinky cheese don't want others to know, they just sit in the corner eating it and hope that nobody is going to notice the smell.

I liked him for his perseverance before and because he was so very 'aware' unlike other leaders we've seen in the past. Meanwhile, I'm being set up with this charming little creature that just wants change for the better, wants peace, and wants to help.

HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME ADMIT I LIKE HIM?!

Now I suddenly wish he does not die. Now I get upset when I remember I derogatively called him Milfred out of rage. I never managed to pass CC 9 or 10, I forgot which one was Ashring, but now??? I'm mean to NOT be upset???

I hate it here.

Within Kazdel, Goodluck and his son are… either waiting for the worst to happen or they're morning the loss of their third family member. Goodluck can't really stand sitting around, doing nothing, so he is planning to become a mercenary and make the people who hurt his wife pay.

Before departing he gives her name to his son - Odda. And promises to teach him how to fight with her weapon once he returns.

---

BB-3 Before

Silent Crack

[Today, though, we face the tragic reality of disunity and betrayal.]

Eight Years Ago...

Summer, 1086

Classes are being held in Kazdel, secretly. Kids have to keep their voices down and they're not allowed to tell anybody about what is happening inside their secret little base of operation.

The war between Kazdel and Leithanien never stopped, so for 18 years they've been pursued. A lof of people feel into despair, either from the ghost of war or the infection.

Within the Scar Market, Goodluck picks up a commission - some teacher in Kazdel has been saying too good a thing about Babel. Somebody is willing to pay to shut them up.

We learn that it's been a while since Goodluck was in this part of Kazdel. Although Goodluck doesn't remember a lot of things, he remembers the look of his front door - the address where that supposed 'teacher' might be hiding.

Inside, said Teacher is really doing good. He's teaching the children that the Sarkaz blame Babel for their misfortune since they have nobody else. Babel brought the enemies, Babel's medicine makes Oripathy worse, Babel this and that-- and children nod along, because they probably hear that from their parents a lot.

It's not quite so, though; they can't take things at face value. That's why they have to see, learn and think for themselves.

Odda notices somebody at the door. Everybody scrambles to hide before he opens it and sees...

Surprisingly, it's Ascalon.

She scans the sparsely furnished room and understands.

...

She says 'Thank you for sheltering him. But you must leave'.

It's clearly a warning for oncoming danger. The teacher has to go. Odda stays by the door - a habit of his since he was little. As if he was waiting for someone familiar to come back home.

From the shadows, Goodluck recognises him immediately. He's unfortunately already bound with his own mission and knows there's only one way to ensure his child gets a better life.

Ascalon makes the decision for him. Her mist shrouds the corpse, erasing all traces of its existence.

[The passing of a life in Kazdel is akin to a speck of dust falling to the ground, unheard, unceremonious, and unnoticed.]

[His luck ran out.]

Manfred seems to also have been in the area at the time of this occurrence. They fight a little, both at friendly terms, though they serve different sides of Kazdel.

It drives up a memory of another time they were sparring.

THEY EVEN LAUGH TOGEHTER, because Theresa helps Manfred down by levitating him to safety.

Though adorable, we're back in the present with Ascalon and Manfred fighting. There's a misunderstanding between their approaches I think. Manfred has remained by Theresis' side because he thinks there can be a different approach to the future they're looking for. Since the start Theresis has been hesitant with Theresa's plan, so now they have parted ways.

On the other side, Ascalon has turned her back on Theresis out of anger that he'd allow the others in Kazdel to badmouth Her Highness and her choice to stick with Babel.

Manfred is more understanding than ever though. It's not really the twin sovereigns who had to make the decision of parting. It's just circumstance. Perhaps the prophecy.

They're so caring for each other though... These four care about each other so much I want to put them in a box and keep them together forever.

Sadness isn't over by the way~

Because Manfred appears on Odda's door with his dad's... remnants. Odda doesn't really remember him, but Manfred doesn't make much of it as he presents the items and explains:

[There have been some disturbances in the city, and I'm afraid your father... I'm so sorry.]

[Wh-Where did you find them? Was there...?]

[There was nothing else left at the scene. I'm sorry.]

[...]

[What's your name?]

[...Odda.]

[If you need any help...]

[No... no, I'm very grateful that you brought these back. It's been a long time since I last saw him... this is enough. I don't have to wait anymore... He's not coming back...]

[Do you have family? Or friends you can count on?]

[I can take care of myself. Besides, we see things like this every day in this city, no?]

[...]

[I-I'm sorry I gushed, sir. I just feel like I know you, somehow... I'm sure you're busy. I won't keep you any longer.]

[My condolences.]

THIS IS NOT FUNNY

WHAT THE HECK ITS NOT FUNNY, YOU'RE NOT ORIGINAL?!?!?!?!?

I've never cried so hard in my life, oh no I'm broken.

---

BB-3 After

There's been an accident - feelings are mixed.

A father beat his child for trying to defend the Teacher, and the Teacher fought back with the father to defend the kid. In the end, both of them were going to die from their injuries. He was set upon by the angry crowd and it escalated from there. The turmoil dragged in everybody - Civilians, Babel, mercenaries, even the Military Commission.

Somebody blew up the Babel office building, so then Royal Court troops were involved.

Theresa has made the decision to remove Babel from Kazdel. It's become way too dangerous for any of the personnel to stay any longer, since they're now completely unwanted. Odda immediately signs up to leave with them.

Out on the streets, the dying teacher is mocked by the Sarkaz soldiers, but he's actually seeing an invisible to others little banshee - Logos. He was there in the classroom and learned a lot from the Teacher.

Even if others did not believe it so, the Sarkaz Teacher is welcomed by the myriad of souls and he's guided to them with the little banshee's song.

[It is an elegy that commemorates the passing of an ordinary Sakraz.]

['You were talking about the future of Babel in the lesson, but you didn't get to the end. What were you going to say?']

['I believe... that Babel will die someday. I hope I'm wrong.']

In the court, Laqeramaline is saying goodbye to Theresa. It's a sweet conversation they have, with the Banshee Queen being as truthful to her beliefs as she is supportive to Theresa. She also knows there is no other way, so all she can do from the position of a mother is hope for the best.

[amusingmusie]

On the note of Nel burning soup (Girl how 😭) are there any skills that Nel has/absolutely does not have that haven't come up yet? Hobbies, too. She can read, shoot, and banter like nobody's business -- but does she have any weird or secret skills lol? Ones that make people think "How and why do you know how to do that?"

Or are there any critical role failures? Such an abysmal lack of skill at something that she could get banned from a place for even making an attempt (cooking in the kitchen, singing karaoke, shopping at Walmart, etc.).

And finally, Al might not be a pet person, but what about Nel and Grace? Do they like animals? Any in particular (cats, dogs, a secret third option)?

Sorry for all the questions. I absolutely love Yours Truly! Your writing is amazing, and the character dynamics are immaculate! Nel has so much personality to her, and I love both Grace and Marie with all my heart. Shout out to the stinky deer loser, too, of course.

Oooooo this is FUN!

Secret or unusual talents? Let’s see…I’d say writing. It’s not unusual but it is a little secret since she doesn’t dabble in it much. Nel reads a fair amount and grew up with her nose in a book when she wasn’t battling swamp creatures (now she battles a different kind of swamp creature as an adult lmao), so she’s had years to absorb literature. Specifically, she’d be baller at writing overly flowery and romantic poetry. Will she do it? Only in private and she’d never willingly show anyone.

Critical failures? Intentional comedy 100%. Nel is hilarious when she doesn’t mean to be. She is the reluctant straight man of her and Alastor’s weird little comedic duo. The second she attempts to be funny it falls abysmally flat, like Dee’s standup comedy routine in IASIP levels of bad. Don’t ask her to tell you a joke. Please don’t do it.

Animals! Both of the girls like animals. Grace especially LOVES cats and her dream is to get a Persian kitty. Nel enjoys most animals casually but I think she’d be a really cool bird mom. Her curly ass hair is perfect for a parakeet or dove to sit in while she works. The reason they don’t have any pets is because their father was very anti-pet. He was a hardass that didn’t want to worry about animals in such a shitty economy. Even though he’s been gone for several years, his memory still weighs pretty heavily on both of the Sheridan girls so they haven’t gotten around to getting a pet. Maybe one day.

That got dark at the end. Oopsie!

[misscherrys-world]

Welcome back to:

Random things I think about.

Starring: The fourth prince of Kakin empire, Tserriednich Hui Guo Rou.

Warnings : Tserriednich.

Yes that’s it he’s the warning.

Okay just kidding… but he’s a warning himself.

Warnings: nsfw, spoilers from the manga obviously, abusing behavior, spitting, rape mentioning. If there’s something I missed inform me about it plz.

This one took longer than I thought to have the courage to say my random thoughts about that man. Turned out he’s complicated.

First let’s talk about his amazing muscular body. He’d crash me with just one hand effortlessly.

Sometimes I hope Togashi would let Hisoka and Tserried meet and fight. I’d die from excitement.

Poor Theta, I’m genuinely worried about her fate. I think she’ll help Kurapika get closer to the Prince so they can kill him.

Also poor Pika, I’m worried what will happen to him when he sees Pairo’s head..

That man is worse than the five threats. I hope he’ll stay alive until they reach the dark continent so they let him die alone and painfully there.

By surprise he has friends? Like how did they tolerate his ass talk about male philosophers? Boring hypocrites.

So I ended my trash talk about him. Let’s start my random things I think about.

I think he does have skin care and hair care routine like Patrick Bateman from American Psycho.

They look too much alike. The hair, the face, the body, the bloodlust.

I think he takes interest in music too. Not any genre of music. Classical music to be precise, his favorite musician is Mozart. Typical

He doesn’t like dogs. He thinks they are too clingy, useless and stinky. I bet a dog bit him when he was a kid.

Doesn’t like kids. Annoying, useless and stupid. Yeah Unma dropped you on your head for sure.

He gets grossed out when someone talks about women’s menstrual cycle.

He gets the ick when he smells certain feminine perfumes like “La vie est belle and Scandal” so typical every damn woman smells like these two.

His favorite perfume is Versace Eros eau de parfum.

His favorite feminine perfume is YSL Libre eau de parfum Intense.

He owns a big collection of hand watches.

Despite his “hobby” he wouldn’t practice it on someone related to him. Friend, family, mistress..

Speaking of his mistress. It would be very difficult to satisfy him. His lover should have certain qualifications that go along with the image he painted himself to deceive people, and of course his lover herself.

He’s homophobic. But he secretly takes liking in men more than women. I don’t make the rules.

Doesn’t mean he’s not into women.

His s/o must be a woman. Royal reasons obv.

When it comes to sex he is selfish.

Fucks you like an animal in heat, and insults your entire family line while fucking you.

He’s abusive. If you did or say something that isn’t acceptable to his taste expect a slap on your face when you’re alone with him. He would spit on you too.

You can’t get away from him, you’re trapped.

He will remind you how lucky you are, nobody gets the privileges you have or the insane amount of spending you spend everyday, all thanks to him.

He’s generous enough to let you do shopping and get all these clothes and makeup without asking what do you spend all these money on.

But he will not tolerate ignorance and misbehaved brats like you.

Of course you finally knew exactly who you are in a relationship with.

He doesn’t mind raping you, he sees you as one of his belongings he has the right to do anything he wants with you. Your opinion doesn’t matter.

Sometimes he gets a soft spot for you, after a “silly argument” and another abusive episode he will catch you crying where no one can see you, he will hug you and pat your head while saying he’s sorry.

After you’re finished crying he’ll give you a soft kiss on your lips, and says he won’t hit you again.

Of course he’ll do it again. Sometimes he’ll threaten you with a gun or a knife. It gets worse by time.

Tell me what do you think and send me your headcanons too. 🤍🎀

[khepiari]

New LuLaw Fic for #IMPREGNATELAW2024: Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye!

Summary: AU| 40s DILF Entomologist Luffy x 40s Trans DILF Dr. Trafalgar Law| Old Men Yaoi| Accidental Pregnancy at middle age| SFW

Word count: 10637

TRIGGER WARNING: MISCARRIAGE.

Please read the tags, warnings, and notes before you proceed.

“Good morning, my Crusty Cream Puff and little brat.” Luffy greeted me with his beautiful smile adorned by his stubble. With a plate of oddly shaped and colourful rice balls waving at me rather ominously, my husband was ready to make me face the new day. My eyes looked at the rice balls again. Were they supposed to resemble something? I dared not to ask about it, as I also wanted to puke at the new nickname he had come up with for me.

“Sanji taught me a few recipes yesterday, while you were over-timing. I tested them first on Usopp and Nami! I got their approval.” The rice balls were really oddly shaped. “By the time you have a baby bump, I will have perfected them. You and the little tennis ball inside you can enjoy Sora The Warrior of The Sky movies together” With a happy grin, he made the plate dance in front of my eyes. So these balls were in honour of the Villains of the movies, The Germa66! Points for effort, my love , I said in my head and offered him a sweet smile. He picked one of the rice balls and offered me, “Say ahhhhhh!” How could someone be so happy and energetic in the morning? I always wondered.

“Let me brush and wash my face first! And take a dump!” Living with him had made me foul-mouthed, too. Shamelessly, I declared to him when I pissed and farted these days like it was nobody's business. I pushed him away by blowing my stinky breath right on his face. “My mouth smells like a dead rat!” Instead of making a face, he just inhaled it all, little freak. Sometimes I question why I married him. Yes, the sex was great, he was devoted to me to the point of scary, and he was adorable, but dear lord Monkey D Luffy was insufferable too.

Mornings were always tough for me, his bright face was the only solace in my hectic life. At that moment, he was too bright as a neon sign board and I didn’t like it, so I looked away. Ignoring him would be the best decision. Sadly, he was not having any of it, he held my wrist and sniffed it like a dog and my heart stopped for a brief moment, clouding my mind with: Did he find out? Instead, he looked at me with concern, “You smell sweaty, did you have a terrible dream?” I pulled my hand away, what was he talking about now? “You have this bitter after-scent in the mornings when you have a nightmare. Today it is strong. What was it? Was it that stupid ex-boyfriend who ran away with your money?” As an old married couple, we had shared too many life details with each other for my liking. Why did you have to remind me of that rascal? I glared at Luffy. “You really smell scared for some reason, you better wash those armpits well shishishishishi!”

Read here:

[gasolinuh]

i have a huge bone to pick on specific types of people who call others “posers”

the other day i saw a goth girl say that if you don’t listen to underground bands/songs of a specific genre of music then you’re a “weird ass poser”

i mean, are we serious here?

“if your top favorite songs are the most popular ones then don’t even consider yourself punk/goth/emo/whatnot” - are you the CEO of rock? otherwise why are you sitting there and establishing roles and policies? you’re doing too fucking much. i kinda get what she means but that’s just an exaggeration imo. like sorry, didn’t know that you’re supposed to only listen to super underground bands that only their dog knows the existence of; otherwise you’re a stinky poser.

songs become popular sometimes, what can we do about it? they’re also most listened to for a reason, it’s cos they’re good. nobody’s at fault if some people prefer them over less known songs/albums, it’s called having individual music taste!

i understand if someone listened to just one rock song in their lifetime, doesn’t have the mindset, doesn’t know anything about it and now calls themselves alternative, then they don’t really deserve to be put in the same sentence as a poser cos they’re not even trying lmao.

but telling others who they are and aren’t just because they don’t listen to underground bands/songs of the subgenre you enjoy or they don’t pick them enough for your liking is NOT it. congrats, you out-gothed all goths for listening to “Bloody Hemorrhoids” with 4 monthly listeners and then hated on everyone who doesn’t… here’s your badge i guess?

digging up all the underground bands isn’t a necessity, listen to what you wanna! don’t let entitled people tell you wtf you should do. that’s my take on it

[real-hot-grl-shi]

bros a distinguished plymouth gentleman 💀💀

bro eats grits no salt

bro asks for coinage instead of dollars

bro holds a butter knife in ur face as he asks you to "empty out your pantyloons"

-✨

THIS IS FOR ANON, YOU BIG FAT, WHITE NASTY, SMELLING FAT BITCH WHY YOU YO ASS MAKE ME START TWEAKIN' WITH YOUR TRIFFLIN' DIRTY, RACIST ASS, BIG FAT BITCH OOMPA LOOMPA BODY ASS BITCH I'M COMIN' UP THERE AND I'M GON' BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU, BITCH AND DON'T EVEN CALL THE POLICE TODAY 'CAUSE I'M GONNA UP THERE UNEXPECTED AND WAIT ON YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN' ASS BITCH, I'M COMING TO BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU, BITCH 'CAUSE YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE WITH YOUR AUNDRY RACIST ASS, THIN HAIRED, BITCH WATCH, I'M COMIN' UP THERE TO FUCK YOU UP, BITCH I'M TELLIN' YOU, WATCH I KNOW WHAT KIND OF CAR YOU DRIVE AND I'M GONNA WAIT ON YOU AND I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS, BITCH 'CAUSE I'MA SHOW YOU NOT TO PLAY WITH BARBIE'S MEN, BITCH THAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU DID AND YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP, 'CAUSE BITCH I TOLD YOU WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOIN' ON YOU MOTHERFUCKERS HATE TO SEE NIGGAS DOING GOOD OR DOING GOOD OR DOING ANYTHIN' FOR THEM MOTHERFUCKIN' SELVES, UGLY FAT, WHITE BITCH WATCH, I'M TELLING YOU, L'M COMING UP THERE TO BEAT YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN' ASS THIN HAIRED, SMELLIN' WHITE DOG, SMELLIN' ASS BITCH WATCH, L'M COMING TO FUCK YOU UP, 'CAUSE YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP GON' SIT UP THERE AND TRY TO DO THAT LITTLE DICK RIDIN ASS SHIT BITCH YOU RIDIN SINCE THE FIRST DAY I CAME UP THERE TALKIN' ABOUT THE BITCH THAT HAD ON PAJAMAS BUT YOU WALKIN' AROUND HERE HAVIN' SOME TEN DOLLAR ASS JEANS ON DIRTY, DUSTY, BITCH SITTIN' UP THERE BEHIND THAT ANON SMELLIN' LIKE CHEESE, BITCH STINKY, FAT, ASS BITCH AND YOU GON' NOT TRY AND ANSWER THIS PHONE I'M COMIN' TO FUCK YOU UP I'M TELLIN' YOU AND YOU BETTER REMEMBER WHO I AM 'CAUSE BITCH, YOU GONNA RUN WHEN YOU SEE ME 'CAUSE I'M COMING TO FUCK YOU UP, BITCH YOU WANNA SIT UP HERE AND PLAY WITH ME ABOUT MY MOTHERFUCKIN' MONEY WANNA PLAY ABOUT MY MOTHERFUCKIN' MONEY, BITCH YOU GON' SIT UP THERE AND TRY TO DO THAT BITCH, LITTLE DO YOU KNOW, LITTLE DO YOU KNOW I KNOW ENOUGH PEOPLE, WATCH I'M COMING TO FUCK YOU UP I PROMISE YOU THAT, I PROMISE YOU, I'M COMING TO FUCK YOU UP, YOU FAT, STINKY, BITCH THINNED-HAIRED, YELLOW-YUCK-MOUTH, NASTY-MOUTH ASS BITCH YOU STINK, YOU SMELL LIKE FUCKIN' CHEESE, AND YOU GOT THAT TRIFTIN' ASS ATTITUDE I'MA BEAT THAT ATTITUDE UP OUT YOU, BITCH WATCH YOU TREAT ALL MY MEN LIKE THAT, ALL THESE MEN THAT YOU DO LIKE THAT YOU IN THE WRONG POSITION, YOU TRIFLIN' ASS, RACIST ASS, BITCH THAT'S WHY DON'T NOBODY FUCK WITH YOU 'CAUSE YOU TRIFLIN', AND YOU RACIST, BITCH SIT UP THERE AND DID ALL THAT SHIT AND I TOLD YOU WHAT THE FUCK GOIN' ON GON' TELL ME I WORKED AT THE MOTHERFUCKIN' JOB WHEN I'M TELLIN' YOU THE FUCK I DIDN'T BITCH, NOW WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LIE ABOUT SOME SHIT LIKE THAT? WATCH, I'M FINNA COME UP THERE AND BEAT YO' MOTHERFUCKIN' ASS YOU BETTER NOT GET OUT THAT CAR, BITCHI'M TELLIN' YOU /JOKE I SWEAR.

[spiritgungawd]

@d-e-a-d-e-y-e who couldn't even afford to get a college degree or find a shred of talent to make himself remotely useful, thinks he can score top-notch women. Poet has no job prospects and can barely pay his bills, and yet has the audacity to think he's worthy of a high-class lady. He's a nobody in his workplace, probably bootlicking his way up the ladder by sucking on his boss's dick to get a promotion. And then there is Ashley @/grimmoire, who's basically a human toilet for any man that comes her way. This middle-aged hag, who's as old as Poet's own mother, can't even get a ring from her supposed long-term boyfriend, so she lets any stray dog stick its filthy meat stick and gross balls inside her stretched-out holes. She's out there running around naked in front of homeless American men, shamelessly spreading her legs and begging for attention like the pathetic attention-seeker she is.

Oh, and let's not forget about @grimmoire sickening habit of lying down and stretching her crusty pussy in front of her own dad and any guy she passes by, just to feel desired in her old age. And as if that's not degrading enough, Poet, who's supposed to be a janitor, tries to shove the head of his shitty mop, used to clean public toilets, into Ashley's own public pussy that's probably even dirtier and filled with poop from all the homeless stinky gross men let cum inside her pussy. She's essentially a walking, talking sewage pipe, with a drainage pipe in her mouth to continually consume the shit of all the men she can find around the street and clap like a deranged seal wanting more poop inside her mouth.

[blues-sues]

First friend

(Ft. Rue and Banny)

The walls were stark white. Always were. Never changed, never shifted.

She would watch these walls for hours, waiting for something, anything to happen.

Sometimes things would. A grunt would come and get her for her routine check up but after she'd be quickly put back in her room. Rarely let out.

She was much too young to wander out alone. Not trusted enough.

Her eye was still recovering, the bandages bloody and itchy. So horribly itchy. She wanted to claw at it but she'd been yelled at too many times. She'd face punishment if she tried again.

She needed something to distract her. She didn't care if it was another fight. If she saw that Mightyena again, she'd-

Whirring. She stiffened as the door slid open behind her, clicking along its journey. She waited. She was told never to turn around until instructed. Last time she did, she saw a needle and had sent the man flying.

However, part of her knew this one wasn't a human. Something about the tiny steps it took told her such.

"S'alright. Ya c'n turn." Its voice sent a shiver down her spine. It was deeper than any she'd heard and had a faint echo to it- like it had a constant copycat attached.

However, she listened and looked over her shoulder to see it. However, nothing was there.

"Down 'ere."

Her head lowered until finally she spotted it. A small pokemon with black pigmentation and red eyes that look into hers curiously.

"N'mes Banny. Nice ta meetcha." It held out its hand, the middle of its arm sagging in the middle where its elbow would be.

"Uhm." She stared down at him. "Mewtwo." She replies, putting out her own and giving a shake.

"Ah. Righ'. Mewtwo." Banny's eyes narrow. "Ya gots quite th' reputation."

"Do I?" She questioned. Sincerely she's not quite sure why people would speak of her. She's not that interesting- besides being the last of her kind. At least that's what her guards told her.

"Duh. Ya th' newest memb'r. Everyone's dyin' to meet ya." The Pokemon shuffled and scrambles its way to sit beside her. "Looks like somebody 'ready did, tho."

She doesn't miss the way its eyes seem to look over her cuts and bruises from her battle. She couldn't. She's wired by now to notice every single movement near her.

"Was it th' brat? Big ol' stinky dog?"

She snorted. She couldn't believe she just snorted in front of a guest. However, Banny seemed unbothered. In fact, it grinned wider.

"I- well, I wouldn't say that." She covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. "But, yeah, he was… interesting."

"Ya c'n say 'e was a bitch, I won' tell." Banny offers, its tail beginning to wag. "'re both thinkin' it."

"Where did you even come from???" She stuttered out between her laughs, clutching her stomach.

"Oh, y'know."

"No, I don't!"

"Bit of 'ere, bit of there. 've come from everywhere." The Banette begins to sway its legs, eyes curving upwards into crescents as it eyes her. "Y're bett'r than anyone else 've met. All got sticks up 'eir asses."

"That's rude!" Still, she has to resist giggling. Something about this 'mon has her feel like she's being told marvelous jokes.

"N't wrong~" Banny sang out, before breaking into a fit of laughter of their own.

And it was pleasant to sit there, laughing with it, but she also knew it couldn't stay.

Nobody could.

Finally, once she's regained her breath, she opens her mouth to address it but suddenly the doors swing open again and in marches-

A Zoroark.

Oh, but she's seen this one before. It's hard to forget a Pokemon that's half-shiny.

"Captain!" She squeaks out, back straightening as they draw near. But, their attention isn't on her.

Whipping around, they grab the Banette by the tail. "Banny, you are not authorized to be here!" They barked, lifting it so its eyes were level with theirs.

Banny didn't look fazed. "H'h? Y'sure? Swore I w's."

"You are the bane of my existence, you rat! Leave Mewtwo alone, they have training in an hour!" Captain snaps, dropping Banny abruptly only to start dragging it out by the arm.

She watches, eyes wide in awe as Banny still has the confidence to raise its other arm and wave. "G'dbye! S'ya next Chr'stmas!"

She rose her own and bid her own farewell with a sway of her arm. However, it took her a moment to process that...

It wasn't Christmas.

She tried to keep it at bay but once the door slid shut, she burst into another round of giggles. What a silly Pokemon!

-----

Banny, on his way out, of course heard. Their smile stretches wide upon hearing the laughter.

"What's got her so jolly?" Captain grunts, narrowing their eyes to glare suspiciously at Banny. "Did you infect her with something?"

"Yeah. 's called joy. Not tha' ya guys would know 'bout it."

Captain merely rolls her eyes in response. "Banny, you know this is for her own good. If she were out there, she'd-"

"-be happy? Wit' 'er real fam'ly?" Banny interrupted swiftly. "Ya act like 're savin' h'r but y'know we ain't."

"It'd do you good to keep your mouth shut." Was the Zoroark's snarled response. "That zipper ain't working."

"S'rry, it only lets me talk if 's th' truth."

The Banette was then promptly tossed into their own room and they shrug as they watch the door slowly start to slide shut, Captain's fierce glare locked on him.

Well, guess not leaving the room this week either.