#now gib more asks

[phantomss-pain]

OK how about L,M and H?

Right so let’s start with H

H) well for fnaf it has to be the books especially for Charlie’s group.

L) Uhhhhh that’s hard to say but I’ll go with Jeremy Fritzgerald. I’m neutral to him but of course the fans make me roll my eyes with how they treat him and everything. Anyway let’s talk about him. I think him being the bite of 87 victim is actually really cool and it just adds to this tragic cycle of everyone but William suffering that happened before pre springtrap.

Talking about my Jeremy for a bit though he was the Bonnie mask bully and was often the one that was egging Michael on to do worse things. Once the bite happened he did stop being Michael’s friend and the two didn’t speak until the fnaf 2 location. The two started to rebuild their friendship and on the day of the bite Jeremy actually saved Michael by pushing him out of the way of Mangle making him the victim of the bite.

M) Probably a three way tie between Charlie, Jessica and Marla. The three of them I can see myself being friends with as they all have personalities that I gel well with.

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[godnectar]

........pls gib me Yan dilf in skimpy outfit pls🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

・✶ ｡ﾟ☆ YANDERE DILF ☆ ; drabble

★ note: had one of the craziest and nicest nights of this year fr, so of course I had to indulge on this ask 😫😫 ( y'all can send more requests here! )

cw: gn!reader, big man has kids, not in a relationship yet, neighbors au!, slight feminization, subby yan, kinda suggestive, and reader is a bit mean. I'm just showing my pathetic boy some affection <3

I now seriously can't stop thinking about a yandere dilf! who would absolutely wear and do anything for his dearest darling.

it doesn't really matter what you're asking for. whether you want him in the tightest and most transparent shirt ever, or just wanna see him getting riled up while trying on some slutty shorts —maybe even a skirt if you're into that— yandere dilf! will always be up to indulging into your desires.

pictures, videos, calls; you'll receive whatever you want as long as you promise to get your hands on yandere dilf! as soon as you arrive back in the neighborhood. he would purposefully send the kids to daycare or let them have a sleepover at a friend's place, growing extremely excited and completely aware that he will be busy all night long with you at his side.

as embarrassing, humiliating, and probably pathetic as this might be for any other man, yandere dilf! thrieves and lives from your attention.

grope him, degrade him, and strip him to the sweet, matching underwear you've bought him some nights ago— he doesn't care. yandere dilf! certainly doesn't care, as he can only focus on the way your hands roam all over his body, too lost in the feeling of your lips kissing and sucking on every inch of newly uncovered skin.

you might be just using him, feeding bits of your ego, and destroying part of his in the process of satisfying your fantasies... but guess what? he's completely fine with it. he would do anything for you anytime, if at least that means having you show yandere dilf! some love.

"I swear– I swear you can do whatever you want with me... Just keep loving me tonight, yeah?"

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What if Simon didn’t listen when Price told him to apologize to his girl before she does go off and find herself a better man? - part two

a/n: I know John isn’t American but I kept picturing him as Joe from SIX and honety Gibs from NCIS and I couldn’t stop myself. I sincerely apologize that this John is American-grumpy-hot-military-older man coded (not really). Also I know it took a month and I’m so sorry 🙈 I got so busy at work but it’s here! Enjoy!!

Warnings: smutty smut smut, phone sex

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part one

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The situation at hand is tricky to say the least. Waiting around and trying to be careful of everyone’s feelings will push you away. On the other hand, he’s wanted to show you the love that you deserve and now is his chance.

Fuck Simon.

Fuck him for treating you like a safety net and like you’re replaceable. Fuck him for letting you shoulder the burden of your relationship and expecting you to always be at his beck and call. Fuck him for lying to you instead of having the balls to just be honest about why he wanted to break up. Fuck Simon Riley for saying that you could find a better man and expecting you to not listen to him for once.

“I want a lot of things,” he starts and takes a moment to choose his words, “I might be a gentleman but I’m a selfish man. I won’t take what’s not offered but you’d be hell bent to find me sharing my life with others. If you say that it’s over and mean it, well then love, I’ll be the most selfish man you’ve ever met when it comes to you. Im not some young lad anymore; I’m settled in my life and now that things are stable I want someone to share it with. I’ll follow your lead when it comes to how we share it but just know that I don’t want something casual or even friendship.”

You’re still resting your chin on his shoulder, listening to his every word as hope begins to fill your eyes. It’s the last sentence he whispers as he gazes down at you that causes your breath to hitch;

“I’ll love you until my lungs give out.”

And this man Delivers. The capital d is not a typo. John Price understands that you’re an independent person and he respects that. That’s not to say that he doesn’t spoil the absolute shit out of you and ensures that you are happy in every facet of your life imaginable.

The dogs are being wild today and overwhelming you? As soon as he gets home, he’s taking them out on a walk and giving you instructions to go have yourself a nice hot bath. Dinner is already taken care of so no need to worry about that. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the quiet.

He’s been on deployment for a couple weeks and the loneliness is starting to creep in? You will be getting at least two check in texts a day and a call or FaceTime if he can before you go to bed. You should also expect some sort of care package to be on your doorstep weekly. This could be anything from flowers to your whole ass Amazon cart, all you need to do is say you miss him and he’s got you covered.

Things have been a little tense between the two of you? Well get ready because you’re going to be doing a check in that night where the two of you talk about whatever is going on. If it’s something small like you’re both stressed from work and a weekend getaway is needed, he’s already got that planned. If it’s something that needs more work, he’s ready to dive right into it and figure it out.

Still true to his internal word, nothing physical happens between you two at first. He wanted desperately to kiss you when he told you he would love you until his last breath but he didn’t. Disgusted by the enormity of his craving for you, John vowed to wait until you asked for his physical affection. Of course this meant he wouldn’t give into any of your advances until you told what you wanted.

After that night, you began the long and arduous process of breaking down John’s resolve. While it may have been unspoken, you knew what he wanted but you weren’t going to give into him so quickly. It started with closing the distance between you two. Instead of sitting on opposite ends of the couch, you’d lay your feet in his lap or move just close enough to trail your fingers over the back of his hand. Only would you move to sit beside him if he slung his thick arm over the couch’s back and beckoned you closer. Then you would take every opportunity possible to cuddle into his side and slyly skirt your hands across the waistband of his sweats when you wrapped your arms around him. If you were in the kitchen together, you were always just out of his grasp. His fingers could grasp at the back of your shirt but never fully grab you. You’d swiftly slip around him if he moved behind you but not before brushing your hands over him in some way.

Eventually you grew bolder and began to shower with the door propped open. You’d said it was so the dogs could still see you but John isn’t stupid. He knew that you wanted him to catch a glimpse of your body through the foggy glass doors. But here’s the thing; he’s not Simon. Simon would’ve joined you and fucked you on that glass door like your life depended on it but not a captain price.

No no no. John Price is going to make you say those three little words, ‘I want you’, before he touches you even if it means leaving on for a mission without so much as a chaste peck on the lips. No amount of sly looks and sneaky touches is going to convince this man to give into you.

He starts beating you at your own game though. his bedroom door is suddenly always cracked open making it so that you can hear every rumbling moan and gasp of your name when he fists his cock at night. You no longer feel the waistband of his underwear when you wrap your arms around his am waist during your cuddles. Instead your fingers find the thick trail of hair that disappears under his sweatpants. Speaking of which, John knows about grey sweat pants and he exploits that turn on every chance he gets. Soon it goes from just wearing them low on his hips to forgoing boxers (as mentioned above) and sometimes he even ‘forgets’ his shirt. The memory of his thick bare chest on display alone is enough to make you clench your legs together.

When he finally does have to leave for work, he presses a light kiss to your temple and tells you to be careful. It goes without saying but John makes your promise anyways. Eases his old heart as he likes to say. If only he would go easy on yours…

Nearly every photo, FaceTime, what have you, this man is bare chested with lidded eyes and a knowing smirk on his face. He knows that you’re frustrated with the way things have played out; namely his departure with no memorable moments. He’s already become an expert in you, knowing what your body langue means, what your blushes mean, and most importantly, what your words truly mean.

Probably about a month in to this mission is when it comes to a climax. Your hands were doing nothing to ease the ache between your legs and your toys were making it worse. It was as if your body knew that it was you instead John rubbing small circles into your clit late at night. You’d tried nearly everything you could think of aside from finding someone in a pub and telling the older captain about your dilemma. While you two weren’t anything more than roommates with feelings at this point, it still felt wrong to find someone else to help you out. With only one person that your body wanted and nothing you could do about it, you settled for being sexually frustrated and irritable.

John is finally able to get some alone time to call you and actually talk to you. Settled into some poor excuse for a cot, he makes himself comfortable as he waits for you to pick up. It makes maybe a few rings before your tight voice comes through with a short ‘hello?’

He wants to chuckle and fails to suppress it, “Well hello to you too, love.”

Immediately you sigh when you recognize his voice, “oh John it’s you. How are you?”

“Been better. What’s been going on with you?”

You let out another deep sigh, pausing to answer as you contemplate what to tell him.

“What is it, love? Something bothering you?”

“I…I’m just….im just irritable,” you attempt to pass off as the full truth but John knows you better than that.

“Irritable you say?”

You can hear him shuffle around on his end and it causes your legs to cross to even think about him. God it’s beyond annoying to be this turned on over just hearing him move around, let alone hear his voice right now.

“I’d say a relaxing day is in order,” he teases with a low pitched sultry tone, “find some relief in a massage maybe.”

Relief.

The word feels hot as it washes over your brain and invokes images that would make a nun curse under her breath.

You snort at his suggestion. In that small noise, he finds all the answers he needed; you’re about to break and murmur those three sweet words.

“No appeal to that, love?” He asks and you can just hear the smirk he’s wearing. “A massage isn’t the relief you’re looking for though is it? You need a different type of relief, isn’t that right love?”

That bastard.

You hear him shuffle again and you swear to god you hear the sound of a belt coming undone.

“Talk to me. Tell me how I can help.”

If you weren’t needy before, you must certainly are now. You feel pathetic, a bitch in heat with the way your body starts to react to his simple words. Practically mumbling you attempt to tell him to fuck off but it doesn’t sting as much as you’d hoped. John laughs off your feeble attempt at hiding the true reason you’re in a mood.

Instead of adding flame to fire, he stays quiet.

It takes 40 agonizing seconds of silence for you to groan his name out of frustration. The captain only hums his acknowledgment that you spoke.

Phone sex isn’t new to you by any means however there’s something about this time that causes you to falter. There’s something about the way he initiated it but is allowing you to lead where it goes. There’s something about the way he knew what you needed within seconds. There’s something about the way your body seems to know that it craves his without ever touching.

“Yes,” you mumble while your cheeks burn and your body sings at the thought of getting what it truly desires.

John chuckles under his breath and the sardonic sounds causes your eyes to squeeze shut.

“Be a good girl for me and slip your hand into your panties.”

Your hearing dulls to a muffled tone as your hand follows his instructions. Barely does your ears register the sound of skin on skin, a slick hand taunting an impossibly hard cock. Your name comes out as a groan when you tell him to continue.

“Fuuckkk, love. Tell me are ya wet?”

“S…soaked.” You sigh as you roll your clit with your fingertips.

He lets out a string of curses as his hips buck up into his hand and his cock throbs from his slow pace.

“I want you to keep rubbing your clit and fuck yourself with your fingers,” the captain orders you, “and dont try to hide any of those pretty sounds.”

You mumble a weak ‘okay’ as you work your clit in small circles, feeling yourself become even more wet.

Strings of curses fall from his lips as he listens to your desperate cries of pleasure. The sounds of his thrusts get louder and louder in time when you bury two fingers in and become to fuck yourself like he told you to. It feels better than all of your other attempts but it’s not enough.

Nothing will be enough until you can feel John’s cock deep inside of you. Until you can feel his hips rut against yours and his hoarse moans in your ear. Until you feel the burn that his facial hair will give you when he eats you out like a starved and neglected dog. Until you feel his warm speed leak from you after he’s worked you through several of your own orgasms.

The thoughts of what is to come push you over the edge and you moan out his name in an absolutely pornographic manner. It stirs something disgustingly powerful and sinful deep in his gut when he hears it. He can only imagine the beautiful display of pleasure and bliss that you’ve come as you lay panting post orgasm.

You can only imagine how stunning he looks with his sweats pulled down to his mid thigh, his bare chest rapidly rising and falling while his stomach is painted with his own cum.

“John?” You whisper after your breathing has returned to normal(ish). “When are you coming home?”

His lips turn up in a smirk at your word choice, “missing me more than you let on, now are ya love?”

“Yeah it’s lonely without you here. you can’t leave on another deployment like this without fucking me before.”

“I promise it won’t happen again, my love.”

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*crawls onto desk and looks up upon you* oh dear and glorious author god who graciously feeds us by humble request,I have arrived once more to give asking for blessings of feed for my brethen and I. Please gib the jealous scenario. It is finally time to gib us. The jealous monke. Please and thank you.

((my beloved, i take as this request as a joyfull presents. I NEED MORE! PEOPLE I NEED MORE!))

"Well, it looks like you're getting quite good at it, huh?"

Turning around, you noticed Shen coming closer from his spot. You took the chance of a small chat with the forefather to get a small break from your training with your new-found powers. Being able to use some of the same skills that Yuán Fèn had was handy, but he was such a natural with them while you needed to focus a little more. Of course, your friend decided to help you out with them. That's why you both decided to head to the Zodiac Village to not gain attention. Of course the two of you were under the wathfull eyes of Bajie, sitting on a giant case near the furnace.

And of Shen, of course, but he had a strange glim in his eyes that day.

" Yes! Is exciting! I never imagined that even I could do such things as these!"

"You're a Natural One, y/n! We still need to fix a few mistakes, but you're on the right path!"

Yuán Fèn has nothing but pure pleasure; seeing you so excited makes his heart slip a bit a few times. And of course, many had noticed, and someone wanted to use another approach with you two.

"Is that so? Well, good to know, good to know... Since she's a natural with these staff, do you mind if I take your little friend here for a few tests? I should really need a palate like hers now."

Shen put his arm around your shoulder, poking your nose, glancing a few. Look to the other one. His tone, usually so relaxed and aloof, was strangely sweet to the younger monkey ears that time. To be honest, it felt less genuine and a little more suave. 

"I...ehm...yes, why not? If y/n is fine by that."

"Well...okay! I needed a break!

"Good! Now follow me, dearest."

After that nickname, that gesture, and another side glance from the forefather, Yuán Fèn felt itchy, his foot tapping the ground light, and his tail wiggling in a strange behavior.

///

From there on, you cannot shake away the feeling that Shen was onto something. 

He was closer, very closer than usual, to you while he let you taste a few of the wines that he was able to produce, and he kept letting you use the sober stone to avoid any kind of surprise. He wanted you vigilant, that's what he said.

He was funny; he had always had this easygoing behavior, but this time he had never let a chance slide for making you laugh or making some compliments that led you to a blushfull state.

And while he was acting in this behavior, as trying to show you around, someone seemed to be in an agitated state. From time to time, when you heard movements or something being touched by a foot, you were able to see a certain destiny around, looking at the two of you. You tried to call for him, trying to ask him if he was okay or if he needed something, but Shen was always ready to take away the words from your mouth and question the other male.

Yuán Fèn, with some scoff, just avoid the questions.

You were trying another wine when you felt Shen's hand on your shoulder.

"But enough of it; tell me, Y/n, do you have a special one?" You almost choke on the wine.

"M-me?"

"Of course you! Someone that caught your eye? Someone that let your heart skip a beat?"

You tapped the cap a few times, your eyes avoiding to meet Yuán Fèn and confirm something.

"Wel... I don't think. No..."

"Oh! So you basically free now, uh?" Why was he so close? You get so small between his hands. "In this case...why don't we-"

And in one swift second, two other hands grabbed you, taking you away from Shen's attention. A tail was wrapping around you like a cobra, and a shadow loomed over you, covering you from everything.

Yuán Fèn, with his teeth grinding, was looking at Shen with a pair of eyes that could set fire to a forest.

"HANDS OF OR-" as he had taken that stance, he suddenly stopped, one hand leaving you to cover in teeth in shame.

"Or...what?" Shen had that smirk again, unmoved by that show.

Yuán Fèn lowered his eyes on you; his shameful eyes met your incredulous ones. As he had come, he darted off, mumbling something for himself. You stood up, looking at him with a worried expression.

"Yuán Fèn! Wait! I'm so sorry, Shen! I'll go talk with him!"

You followed the Destined One, while Shen waved his hand with a sneaky eye.

///////

You were able to reach it only when the same monkey stopped in his tracks. You had called him a few times. but it seemed that he didn't quite register you at all.

"Yuán Fèn! Wjat happened! Why did you act like that?!" You looked at him with concern.

He had never reacted with someone like that, especially with you as an audience! When he turned around, his face was covered in a pure red shade, making him look more like a fire bell than anything.

"I don't know what happened to me! He-he was just...and you were...and I started to... I'm so sorry! I shouldn't act like that to the forefather!"

"Wait, wait, wait..." you take his hands in your "breath, then speak."

He did what you asked; he needed more minutes to completely calm himself.

"I'm so sorry that you have to witness that shameful display. I felt something bad from the moment he took you to testing those wines. I know he was planning something, but I didn't know what. And these things, this emotion—I felt this itching sensation that I needed to take you away from him!"

He seemed genuinely hurt, so you guessed that he acted as an idiot. After all,. he may be the destined one, but he was a monkey too. And, by the way, he was explaining it...

"Were you jealous?"

By hearing these three words, his expression of shame became one of pain. Like the idea of having such feelings made him sick of some sort.

"It's horrible; I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it!"

"Calm down," you giggled. " Is...fine! ...Flattering even."

"Flattering? How?" He looked at you, now confused by that statement.

"Well," you continued, "no one ever had jealousy as me as the motive. It's a new thing and a tiny tipsy cute."

"How can that be cute?!"

"Well, just a little! It's showing that you care, but just a bit! I'm not someone; I want to see you fight over people!"

At least you took it in the most rational way. He massaged his eyes, sighing deeply.

"I'm still sorry...in front of the forefather, a deity even!"

"Let's go and apologize. Besides, he was acting off, and I felt a little...hoverwelmed by him. As long as we make our piece, I think we're even." Your warm smile gave him a little more of a relax; at least you weren't angry. If it was necessary, he would have talked to the other zodiacs too; for now, he let you take his hand and guided him towards the village.

/////////

"You old monkey, have you no shame?!" Bajie could give a damn to the fact that the monkey was come kind of deity; he was ready to hit him with his rake. Shen just kept drinking with a very satisfied face.

"Brother,"Chen stepped in. "He's right! Poor girl, you must have scared her for life! And that poor boy, have you no shame to embarrass your youngling like that?!"

"Easy, my friends, easy! Look!" His finger pointed to the figure of you two, talking to each other and...holding hands. You were smiling, reassuring him. He was calming down, cinfessing something. " See? They just needed a small push."

"That's not even a real confession if you ask me," retorted Bajie.

"You may be right, brother pig, but if we don't set the base, we'll never have a house!"

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Tired?

König x fem!reader - König has finally come back home from his deployment and you're there to comfort him. 18+

It was really late, almost four in the morning. You laid on the couch looking at the door waiting for König to come home, you had a nap earlier to prepare for this every time he came back it was always very late and you'd miss him when he first came in because you had fallen asleep but not this time, you were prepared and had been prepared for the past few days. You made sure everything was clean, and that he had clean clothes and a nice warm meal when he came.

You heard keys go into the locks of the doors and jumped up in excitement, this particular time König was gone for a few more weeks than usual so you were eager to see him and you were sure he was eager to see you as well. As the door slowly opened you walked up to it and there he was, your big tall teddy bear and he looked very tired. "Maus...you waited that whole time for me to get here?" He asked as he stepped inside closing the door behind him, he set his bag down on the floor and you practically ran into him wrapping your arms around his neck, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you in the air giving you a big hug.

"I missed you so much." You muffled in his neck, he practically reeked of sweat but you didn't care in fact you were too distracted by the fact that he was finally here to even notice the smell. "I missed you more." He said softly as he let you back down to the floor keeping his hands on your waist, your hands moved to cup his face to get a better look at him. "You look tired." You kept your voice low but sweet trying your best to comfort him. You couldn't even imagine the things he's seen or done but it doesn't change how you view him, not even in the slightest.

You gave him a small kiss enjoying every second you had with him before he had to leave again. "I'm fine, Maus." He said pulling you in closer your body's now pressed together again, you always thought it was so cute when he got like this. "You should get some sleep, you'll feel a lot better in the morning." You said rubbing your thumb in circles on his cheek.

He rested his head in your hands almost melting in your arms. “I’d feel a lot better if I spent some time with you.” He mumbled looking at you through his lashes giving you those half-lidded eyes you loved so much, you loved them because it was a clear sign that he was horny.

“Ich wette, du würdest.” You whispered in his ear earning a low groan from your partner. “You’ve been practicing, huh?” He asked giving you a kiss on the forehead, you hummed at the question giving him another kiss, that kiss led to a few more and then it eventually led to you two in your bedroom fucking like it was the last time you would.

The sounds of skin slapping skin, groans, growling, moaning, and probably a lot more filled the room. You were very overstimulated by all of this but you liked it, all the noises, König’s praises about how beautiful you were and how well you were taking him, him practically pounding you into the bed, it almost drove you crazy being without it for so long and you knew that he has definitely gone crazy over it a few times.

“Scheiße, gib es mir, Maus.” He muttered almost unable to form full sentences as you rode on top of him.

You two had been fucking for a good while now, your skin glistening from the thin layer of sweat all over your bodies, the both of you almost exhausted at this point but neither of you wanted to stop. You were enjoying having each other’s company after being so long away from each other how could you want to stop?

“Fuuuck, I’m so close…” you said softly as you grind your hips into his, he had his hands placed on your hips staring off into your eyes he looked at if he was in awe not able to look away. “What’s with that look on your face?” You asked staring back at him as you continued to grind on him. “Nothing, you just look really pretty like this.” He said between a few breaths as his hands started to wander around your body, caressing your waist and grabbing at your breast. He truly looked like he was in love.

His words alone were enough to snap that knot in your stomach once again. You came all over him adding to the mess you’d have to clean up later but you didn’t care about that right now, not even a little bit. All you cared about was the fact that after so many months away from each other your boyfriend didn’t love you any less than before in fact maybe even more.

Sorry for how short this is- I haven’t written anything in months and i don’t wanna leave you hanging any longer id love if you sent in some requests I’m starting to become interested in more fandoms so please send a request for whatever to help me get back on track to posting regularly, here’s some fandoms I’m interested in for some ideas.

- my hero academia

- attack on titan

- ace attorney

- jujitsu kaisen

- danganronpa

- resident evil

- call of duty ( obviously lol )

And plenty more that I can’t think of right now so please don’t hesitate to request something because I most likely know about it, if you read this to the end then I loveeee you and thanks for reading! <333

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~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 2 ~

Somewhere Between the Pipes:

I know I asked if readers wanted Muir or Gibbo next, but Gibbo's seemed the best option in terms of timeline. This chapter is longer than Trots' and Muir's will possibly be even longer because of more characters being featured. I wanted to include Finlay here, but somehow I couldn't work her into this piece, so hopefully for Addair's chapter.

Part 3:

'DON'T LOOK AT ME!'

Douglas froze as the voice rattled through The Water Tanks. He hadn't heard anything like that. Gibbo, who was usually quiet with a kind soul, was screaming like a banshee.

Fear quickly rose. Douglas' eyes scanned every corner. He couldn't see his friend, yet his voice bounced off every metal pipe. He looked towards the ceiling for any shadows. Glanced between the pipes to make out a shape. Looked at the water for any ripples.

Nothing.

A sudden shiver ran up his spine. He couldn't tell if it was from the unexpected fear towards Gibbo or the North Sea waters he was standing in at waist height. He moved towards the barely breached stairs and onto the catwalk, and was relieved. Until he heard a bang.

'GO AWAY!'

He jolted with a yelp and fell back before quickly regaining his footing. He still couldn't see Gibbo as he began the process of looking in all directions for something. Where the hell was he?

'Gibbo? Gibbo, it's me. It's Douglas.'

A cry carried itself through the water tanks. Then Douglas saw it. A shadow. But it wasn't human. From what he could quickly gather, it looked like a ball. He couldn't hear footsteps. Another bang, followed by more cries confirmed it to be the drill-worker. But that left more questions than answers. Fear turned to worry. Douglas pressed forward, now ignoring the constant pleas from his friend to either leave, stay away, or going on a rant about his time on ships.

Torn pieces of an orange Cadal uniform and leather workboots stopped Douglas in his tracks before he reached the ladder. As he approached, the torch on his helmet reflected something sticking out from the fabric. A broken chain made from imitation gold with a heart-shaped pendant. Somehow, it didn't fall through the bars and into the water. Douglas quickly wrapped the chain around his fingers and took a moment to look it over. He knew who it belonged to.

A sinking feeling washed over him. He knew it was Gibbo's. Of course he knew, but he had to be sure. Removing his glove, he opened the pendant. Inside was a black and white photograph of a young woman dressed in her Sunday Best and her hair tied into a neat bun. Her skin was covered in freckles, and she had a meek smile.

'Please...Don't come in here...'

With a sharp breath, Douglas began to climb.

'Gibbo? We both know I have to get through there.' Silence. 'Come with me, mate. Please? Don't you want to see your ma and little Jackie for New Year?' Silence. 'Okay. I'm coming up. Just stay where you are.'

The silence was deafening. Was this a trap? Was Gibbo going to attack him?

Douglas reached the top with a small groan. The cold bite from wading through the sea was taking its toll. He gave himself a moment to focus by double-checking if the chain was still wrapped around his hand, but that's when he made out the round shadow next to his own.

It was behind him.

'Gib-' Douglas turned, and his face with a smile turned into pure shock.

Sitting in the corner of the darkened section of the floor was a large mass of flesh. At the centre was Gibbo's head. He didn't have arms or legs. They had been engulfed by The Shape. His back hunched, making him look twice the size with the round growths akin to boils sitting on top and trailing down what should be his spine. Instead of legs, there were things Douglas could only compare to crab legs. Only they were small stubs no bigger than his index finger. He counted nine from the angle he had. That explains how he couldn't hear him move and possibly how fast he was.

Gibbo continued to cry. It was a cry of pain and embarrassment. 'I told you-' Tendrils began to drip from the body where his shoulders should have been. Douglas held up his hands in submission. 'TO STAY AWAY!'

Douglas closed his eyes and waited for it to be over. Seconds passed, and then he realised he was still breathing. There was no pain. Slowly opening his eyes, Gibbo had stopped his attack. A single tendril lingered an inch from Douglas' eye. It moved towards his hand, where it gently removed the chain. Douglas watched in silence as his crewmate opened the pendant and stared at the picture with his mouth hanging open. Tears kept flowing, and Gibbo formed a single word.

'Elanor...'

The fog had been lifted. Gibbo's mind filled with memories of his late wife. How it began in hospital and how it ended in hospital. She was gone, but she parted with the greatest gift to him. Jackie. Something that always gave him joy. His son.

A sense of calm washed over the pair. A weight had been lifted from their chests, and it gave Douglas the push to move closer.

'Gibbo?' He twitched at the sound of his name and turned. 'It's alright, Gibbo. It's alright. But we need to get out of here, yeah?'

'...Douglas?'

'I'm here, mate. I'm here.'

'I'm sorry-'

'Don't be. Don't you dare be sorry.'

'...It hurts...'

'I'm sure it does.' Douglas took the risk and held Gibbo's head in his hands. 'Just stay close to me, and we'll go to Accommodation, alright?'

Gibbo nodded with a small groan. His tendril kept a tight grip on the chain, and Douglas wiped the tears from his face. With a nod, the pair got ready to leave.

'Hello?!' Caz's voice echoed. Gibbo scurried back into the shadows, hoping he would merge with the wall because not even his head could fit behind a pipe.

'Fuck sake, Caz...'

'Don't...' Gibbo's eyes widened in fear. 'Please. Don't let him see me.' He wasn't losing himself to The Shape. He just wasn't ready for anyone to look at him. And you couldn't blame the poor sod.

Douglas nodded and moved towards the ladder. 'Caz. Over here.'

The leccy picked up the pace and breathed a sigh of relief to finally finding someone and being out of the water. 'Douglas. Are you alright?'

'Aye. Sorry I didn't wait earlier, but I had to see what was wrong.'

'Nae bother mate. Is anyone else with you?'

A pause. 'Gibbo.'

Caz picked up on Douglas' hesitation to answer, and his tone when he did. 'Is he alright?'

'No. Well- I mean.' That was a good question. Gibbo was here, but what he had become was something no one would wish upon their worst enemy. Even Rennick. 'Look. Just get up here, but don't look at Gibbo.'

'Why?'

'Just do it, Caz. Keep your eyes shut or look the other way.'

'Okay. Okay. Fuck me...' When he reached the top, Caz turned his head to the left and tried his best not to comment on how weird this was. It didn't help that Douglas lingered over him, giving him no room to breathe. Not that his body would shield Gibbo's. 'Are you both going to Accommodation?'

'Eventually. Are you going to find Roy?'

'Aye. Need to make sure the big man is alright.' Keeping his head down, Caz opened the door and moved down the ladder. 'Seya there, lads.'

The pair waited until they heard the exit door open, then close. Then another 10 minutes. Gibbo shuffled out of hiding. 'Thank you,' he said weakly.

'Let's just get out of here, mate.'

Following in the same direction as Caz, Douglas didn't comment on how Gibbo used the tendrils to climb in and around spaces he couldn't fit through anymore. It was heart-breaking to see, especially when he would catch a glimpse of his chain.

The more they climbed, the more natural light hit them. A bittersweet feeling. Finally out of the cold and dark space of the tanks, but Gibbo had nowhere to hide. It scared him to think what the others would do or say when they see him. Douglas could sense the unease, but they both knew their co-workers. Nothing bad was going to happen to him. And if Rennick or Addair kicked up a fuss, then they'd quickly be put in their place. He turned the door and opened it back into Accommodation.

'So, the lifeboats are useless?' Roy sighed. He awkwardly looked between Caz and Trots, as the trio sat in the canteen, all sharing a smoke. 'Now what?'

'We can only rely on Archie,' Trots said.

'What to get us all out of here?'

'No, but he can go and get help whilst Roper reaches out from Marine Control.'

'Roper's smart,' Caz commented in a somewhat relaxed tone and body language. He leaned back in his seat, happy to just be sitting down. 'He'd have done that already-'

Douglas suddenly rushed into the canteen, having heard the men talking. He let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. 'I am so happy to see you three muppets.' He waited for Gibbo, who shuffled his way into the room, his back rubbing against the low ceilings, and unable to look the men in the face.

'Oh Jesus, Gibbo.' Roy shot up from his chair. Caz was glued to his seat, not surprised in the slightest, and Trots, who could sense something strange, looked stunned. 'Are you okay?'

That wasn't the reaction Gibbo expected. The concern from Roy gave him that small moment of bravery to look at him. '...I think so...' He noticed Trots in the corner of his eye and they shared a look. Just like Trots, Gibbo could sense something odd, but neither of them could describe it.

'Good,' Caz' voice echoed with a small chuckle. He used his leg to kick out a chair for Douglas. 'You can help us find a way out of here.'

[mintmatcha]

I loved part two so much😭😭

Gib more Obi pls

Draconic works more like a melody than it does a language. It's tonal, drifting high and low as the two dragonborns speak, each word rolling into the next. It lingers in the air, unrushed and growled, pushed from the back of the throat in ways you're not sure your body could ever recreate. Sometimes, the conversation seems to have an edge of anger and it sets your body on guard, but then Obsidian dissolves into laughter and you relax.

You shouldn't be on edge anyway; the dark scaled stranger isn't //actually// a stranger. Jasper Vyke towers over his brother even when seated, but the strong angled spikes and ridges to his face are almost identical. His eyes keep flickering to yours as he talks, no hint of humor present on his stony features.

"You stare." Jasper jerks a chin to you.

"I'm sorry," you say, turning your attention to the campfire. "I didn't expect you two to look so similar."

"Well-" Obi covers his mouth with the back of his hand, but it doesn't hide his smile, "We are twins, my lady."

Meeting Jasper was completely a coincidence. Crossed paths led to a surprise family reunion and now the man sits at your fire, gnawing on the leg of some poor animal he hunted earlier. From stories and your brief interactions, you knew the two would be vastly different people--

You didn't expect that to almost share a face.

"We are, uh-- How do you say in Common?" He can speak Common fairly well, Obi told you once, he just prefers his Mothertongue. It's a point of pride.

"Identical."

"Indentical," Jasper repeats, "Obsidian is the smart one. I am the pretty one."

He flexes a bicep and the muscle coils under the skin. You hate to admit that you do find it attractive-- not as attractive as you find your partner, of course, but it does make you sit a little straighter. If Obi notices, he doesn't seem it mind; he's too busy watching his brother with narrowed eyes.

"I don't think you are identical at all," you say, "Obi's so much--"

"Smaller!" Jasper laughs, leaning in close to nudge you with his elbow. "So much smaller. He is the runt."

"I guess so," You agree with him, but you sense that may hurt your partner's ego, so you keep quiet, "But you are also different colors."

You touch Jasper's arm, running a thumb across a patch of scales. It's no wear near as soft as Obsidian's; there's a dry grit to the texture, closer to shark skin than anything else.

"Obsidian is iridescent-- your scales are matte," you say, "They don't shine in the light at all."

"You like my scales?" Jasper asks, chest puffed and a purr on his voice. He scooches in closer to you, leg pressed against yours, "I will give you one to keep."

Obi snaps his jaws together so forcefully that you jump at the sound. Both of you swivel to face the man. His muzzle is furrowed wildly, so much so that his fangs show to the gums. The air shifts and you can almost see the way magic crackles about him, wild, powerful, and raw. "She has plenty of scales, brother."

An anxiety builds in your chest. You aren't sure where this conflict came from, but you sense you did something wrong.

"Obi, it's fine, I like--"

Obi's attention snaps to you. "If you wish to have a scale to carry I will give you as many as you desire. You do not need anyone else's."

They switch to Draconic again, sharing a low toned conversation. Obsidian may be the smaller brother, but he carries himself with a force that has Jasper quickly backing off.

"Forgive me," The larger brother says to you suddenly.

The apology doesn't make you feel better. The seasick feeling in your chest grows more unsteady and you choose to remain quiet for the rest of the night. It's not until later than night, when Jasper is deep in sleep and snoring like thunder, that Obi approaches you again. He moves his sleeping mat closer to yours, testing your reaction, then moves again.

"Are you cross with me?" he whispers.

"You frightened me a bit," you admit just as softly, "I get unsettled easy after Adam."

Elaboration isn't needed. There's a twitch of a sneer on Obi's face when you mention him, but he mellows out again after.

"I'm truly sorry, my fawn. My anger was not focused at you," he says, "I will take care not to react like that again."

He extends a hand and you take it with a squeeze. The unsteadiness inside you quells just a bit.

"Jasper was trying to court you," Obsidian says after a bit, "And it scared me."

You forget Obi - silver tongued, charismatic Obi- is self conscious about so many things. Did he really think his brother would swoop in so easily and win your heart?

"I didn't realize. I thought he was just being nice."

"Exchanging scales is a dragonborn custom. It's my fault for not explaining it to you," he sighs, "I just..."

He doesn't finish his sentence. You don't need him too. You just squeeze his hand again, stronger this time.

"Why have you never given me a scale?"

"I did not think you would like one, my fawn."

"I want two," you say, quickly, "I shall turn them into earrings so they are always with me."

"They are not jewels," he chuckles, "They will not make very pretty jewelry."

"I disagree."

Obi doesn't respond, but you can hear the soft clicks of his purr, building in his throat.

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Hello! It's me again! I have seen your Chikao post and I am grateful for your opinion about him! I actually am going to take some consideration in changing somethings about him.

But today's rant will be Tongbei >:] (I promise you, it wont be that long like last time) ---------------------------------------------------------- Tongbei is a former celestial guard and the former peach grove guard (after the Wukong incident, they never met) now in the LMK era, he is a famous gamer called ThatOne_LongArmDude. His fur is actually similar to the female's fur but much more darker. People often mistake him for trans because of that (he isn't but he is bisexual). He is much more chaotic than Wukong, he loves causing trouble in the celestial realm and underworld. He is a big flirt and would not hesitate to flirt with Reader to get under Wukong and Macaque's skin cause he knows that whether they like it or not, they can't really beat him if it's based on raw power alone. In my headcanons, he is the weakest when it comes to raw strength but raw power is a different story. He also prefers to be called Gib because if a person knows about a certain demon name, they can control them (headcanon). He is the second youngest and was born when a meteor crashed down on Earth. In this AU, he is the mate of Chikao. He can't really meet Reader in the past because he was turned to stone and was sealed much longer before Wukong & Macaque's imprisonment. But he can still be close friends with Reader. (As much as I would like to add more. I don't want to fill up your ask box too much with these two). Scenario: "You know brothers...we have heard that sharing is caring term right...And we all enjoy Reader's presences..." Gib smiled as the four of them drank some sake together. "ANDDD!!! It's really rare for us to find a mate, come on, who would like to mate the strongest primates in the world...So what if we-" "Oh geez, Gib do not recommend that please-" Chikao was about to stop him but the damage was done. "So what if we start a harem with her?" "..." ".."

"PPPHHHHTTTWWOOOPPFFFTTT" "WHHHHAAATTT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Wukong and Macaque glared at him. Chikao was already taking out the scroll of memory to hold them back. (That's why Chikao is the judge of the underworld)

I see I see. He dead, or well beaten the shit out of. Neither Wukong nor Macaque would hesitate to pummel him. They do NOT approve of ANYONE flirting with their wife. They are protective, possessive and well Yandere.

Of course if Tongbei was strong enough to defend himself then he would survive, BUT he not gonna last long unless he can get away from the duo. At least with MY version of them. However with the info you have given me about Tongbei and Chikao it makes me curious about how you see Wukong and Macaque.

Very curious.

And don’t worry about the length of the ask you send! As long as the ask is all the same topic we are good!

Now on another topic how did he become a celestial guard? Especially AFTER Wukong’s havoc? My Au the celestial grow extremely distrustful of monkey demons whether a normal one or a celestial primate. How did Tongbei prove he was trustworthy? After all The Havoc on Heaven was so catastrophic it was able to be witnessed from the celestial, mortal and even the realm of the dead. There is a reason that Wukong is sealed with more than just a mountain in this Au.

Chains, seals, barriers, wards, several guards as well as walls as high as the mountain itself, designed so he can’t even see the light of day.

[sunflowerrosewood]

Ill with Your Love ~ Jethro Gibbs

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: sick reader (almost dies), PTSD from Paraguay, but mostly fluff. Soulmate AU where the longer one is away from soulmate, the sicker they get

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Since Jethro and Tim have been in Paraguay and captured, you and Delilah have been incredibly ill. Delilah of course from not being around her soulmate but you did not want to admit your boss Gibbs was your soulmate. So you tried to push it. You went to work. Headaches, stomach pain, vomiting, bloody coughs, and more occurred the longer they were gone. 

Ellie knew what was going on. You have never been this sick since working but whenever Gibbs went on missions, you strangely got sick. Nick didn't really know till Ellie explained and when he saw you getting sick after Paraguay. 

It got bad enough that you were hospitalized for your sickness. It was eating you from the inside out. Delilah was getting thinner but was able to stay at her apartment to wait for McGee. 

Probably the torture at Paraguay made it seem like the two of them were not getting sick. McGee especially because he always thought of Delilah and it made him better. Gibbs was going through his own torment with his mind and body. The only thing strangely enough is that the thought of you made him feel somewhat better. 

Now Gibbs was no idiot. He noticed since you joined the team and when you took days off, he would get sick. Oddly enough Ducky was the one who explained the phenomenon of soulmates. Specifically by not being around them causes the two of them to be sick. Especially during long periods of time, the soulmate's body would turn inside out because of it. 

But when Gibbs and McGee were rescued from Paraguay, the first thought Gibbs had was you. Were you okay? Were you sick since he's been gone? Are you still living? Ducky mentioned that some soulmates could die after periods of alone time. 

When Jethro got back and was checked over at the hospital, Ellie was there. She wanted to check on them and tell Gibbs you were in the same hospital but he beat her to the punch. 

"Where is Y/n?" Gibbs demanded.

"Gibbs, she's down the hall." Ellie said softly. 

"What do you mean?" Gibbs snapped. 

"Since you had been gone, Y/n has gotten extremely ill and near dying multiple times. She needs you." Ellie said as she ushered him down the hall.

It did not take Gibbs long to get down the hall to your room. His heart felt like it stopped seeing your pale, thin body. Your eyes were shut and hollow. Your heart rate was faint. The only thing that made him happy is that seeing gift baskets from Nick, Ducky, Leon, Ellie, Delilah, and Abby. He moved to the side of your bed to get close. 

Your hand was outstretched and Gibbs reached for it. Your hand was still soft like he remembered and slightly warm. He did not notice your eyes were slowly adjusting to the light or that your heart rate began to become normal. 

"Y/n I have been away too long. The only reason that got me through was you. I think you're my soulmate. I hope that you are." Gibbs sighed. 

Your hand twitched slightly causing Gibbs to immediately look up. He sees your e/c eyes barely open but looking at him. Your face showed a soft smile. 

"Hey G-Gibbs." You croaked. 

"Hey Y/n, how are you feeling?" He asked. 

"Like I've been hit by a truck." You sighed.

"Let me get the nurse and then we can talk." Gibbs said as he squeezed your hand. 

The nurse called the doctor in to look you over and check vitals. The doctor said you did need water and food but your vitals were turning normal. Gibbs was patiently waiting for the doctor to finish and watching you. He had to admit but seeing you awake and alive made him feel tons better. 

As the doctor left and the nurse brought in some food, Gibbs sat beside your bed to help you eat. The nurse left with a smile on her face and did not say a word. 

"Can I ask you something?" Gibbs asked as he handed you some crackers to munch on. 

"You just did." You said as Gibbs rolled his eyes. 

"Do you think we're soulmates?"

Gibbs noticed your shocked expression on your face and you knew your face was hot to touch. You really did not want Gibbs to figure it out like this. 

"I d-do." You stuttered out before Gibbs handed you a spoon of soup. 

"That's good. I would have thought I was going crazy from Paraguay if not. I was being serious that the thought of you helped me through it." Gibbs said softly. "But apparently me being gone so long made you so sick you could have died."

"But we found you. Or at least the team did. You're safe and I'm feeling better. I'm not coughing up blood or vomiting." You explained. "I'm just glad we finally admitted it."

"So am I. Do you mind if I give you a kiss? I've been wanting to for the past few months." Gibbs asked as you immediately nodded your head. 

Even though you were still recovering, the kiss was sweet and calm. Sure you kissing back was rather weak but Gibbs guided the kiss. After you two broke for air, you didnt notice the nurse peak in just to check your heart rate but she did tell the others what happened. 

Your stay in the hospital lasted for a week but Gibbs stayed by your side unless he had to meet a psychiatrist or go back to the office. Even when you returned from the hospital, you two decided to move into Gibbs's place so you two could stay by each other's side. 

[phantomss-pain]

How about B

Ohhh boi. I’ll just say that I like go back and forth with this ship and say Jessica x Charlie. I go back and forth if I like this ship or not just due to fans of it. What put me off of Jessica and Charlie as a paring is people on twitter saying how the silver eyes would have been so much better if Charlie and Jessica were together and John was so bad and it’s like no.

The problem with those books wasn’t that John and Charlie had a relationship. The main problem was that the book that should have focused on the relationship the most that being Forth Closet didn’t focus on it. I think it’s fine that Charlie wasn’t connected with John during twisted ones because that girl was riddled with problems at the time that came at a cost to her social life. That’s why Jessica was the only person who had a good relationship with Charlie and it’s because she had dealt with Charlie’s messed up state for a year at that point.

Anyway enough ranting at how Jessica and Charlie being lesbians would automatically make the silver eyes better.

What made me turn my opinion around on them was simply because I wrote a fic for them and I started to enjoy them as a couple. This was pretty evident during August where all I could think about was Charlie and Jessica together with a fem Michael as a big poly group. It’s why I said that Charlie and Jessica were my second favourite ship during a post where I put my top five favourite fnaf ships.

Now due to seeing the comments my love of the ship has gone down again but hey I try not to let the shippers bother me at this point. After all if Charlie has to be gay I would way prefer her girlfriend being Jessica than any other girl.

Now gib more asks lol

[bonefall]

which cats would you say are good references for bb clan gender roles? from what i parse bb goldenflower and mousefur seem to be ‘stereotypical’ mollies, and you’ve talked about dustpelt being gender non comforming as a molly-like tom.

For the ideal molly by Clan Culture standards, look no further than Speckletail. Her aggression, boldness, and dedication to her legacy at all costs are above and beyond the basic expectations of yaow-assigned warriors. Even her LEGENDARY death in defense of the camp in BB!TNP is part of that. It's hard to get more femme than Speckletail in the eyes of Clan cats!

She was a VERY traditional person. It's why her kittens are also all good examples of their genders. You clocked Golfy, but her sister Mistleclaw was also a good one (died young of plague). Lionheart is also a great example of a tom.

In fact most of the toms of that era are good examples. Lionheart, Whitestorm... and Tigerclaw most of all. Tigerclaw was perfect as far as toms are concerned.

Until it was known what he'd done to Redtail, his grace and passivity to his Clan was admired. His contributions to Clan arguments were level-headed and measured, unlike the ferocity with which he leveraged against outsiders. He was a wonderful mate to Golfy and a beloved father to Swiftpaw and Lynxkit.

Some folks ask me about Thistleclaw specifically because he's so aggressive, but he's also a decent example of a ssuf-gender cat! Defending BORDERS violently is expected, being xenophobic in the way he is was what was expected. The constant arguing with authority (Bluestar, Redtail) was not-- but his friends would say that's just THEIR problem. After all, whaddaboutsnowfur.

(Whitestorm also has opinions. But he's too mild and passive to enter this discussion.)

I feel like Oakheart is also a REALLY good example, especially after the Forget-me-nots sadly drift apart. Incredible dad, surrounded by friends, fantastic fighter. I imagine it makes it ESPECIALLY hard whenever he has to fight Bluestar because this is incredibly attractive.

(I kinda want Oakheart to accidentally take one of her lives, because they're in the middle of a battle over Sunningrocks and they're suddenly drawn into a battle SO intense and SO passionate that the entire world around them becomes a blur. And then he launches her into orbit and she falls into the swollen river. OOPS. SORRY!!!! Goddamn himbo)

Gib, or meewa-gender, is definitely the most broad. It's about wisdom, foresight, and blessedness by StarClan. There are cats who are assigned meewa at birth, but most discover it in their kithoods.

Duckfur for example has always been sharp as a tack, and when xeir eye started to drift, that was taken as a bit of a sign. They sort of "grew into it" in adulthood, after Mistystar assumed power over RiverClan and suddenly xey were being rewarded for foresight.

Blackstar is actually a FANTASTIC example, with how his lives were given one at a time and he started thinking about the future of his Clan with his bog project. Assigned meewa at birth because of his extra toe, it kinda "went away" as his kithood wasn't consistent with the gender, and now it's back.

Wisdom, intelligence, and foresight are kind of "loose" so the matching third gender is loose as well, if that makes sense.

[paviastrashyrings]

*slams my hands on the table*

Finally, there's more Pavia liker here in tumblr and I been waiting for someone making Pavia contents/fanfics, yet you gib meh a delicious pavia content.

Speaking of Pavia, Can I have a request for him? I'm not sure if you heard his backstory but feel free to decline this request!

What if Pavia finally met his childhood best friend (crush) in his past? Who always been there for him in dark and gloomy times in his childhood? But finally met again as they grow up, would Pavia still have the love for reader when he met them again? And would they spend more time together than before in the past? What would that be?

*Grabs le a mic on you*

What an interesting ask; to answer your question dear reader, I know some of his lore. The basement in piedmont, the reason he was there. If there is anything I have not learned, I would be happy to learn more.

With such out of the way, dear readers, join me now in yet another sweet dream of the wolf and his pack.

A childhood crush is hard to come by when you're stuck in a basement for majority of what most would call childhood.

but little tiny you, leaving gifts you found at the only window that the basement had or dropping flowers and whatever trinkets you found out in the wilds.

slowly, he took notice and decided to try and speak to you.

You were so kind, and it felt so wonderful to finally have some kind of attention after all of this time without human interactions.

The day he disappeared, you thought he had died with not so much as a goodbye. You mourned, not knowing how to handle the loss of a friend.

as you grew older, you continued to carry a small bundle of dried and pressed petals from the flowers you used to show him. They sit neatly in a little pendant around your neck.

You were walking along, out on a small grocery run when you heard a voice that sounded oddly familiar.

You look around, clutching your pendant until your eyes land on him.

who..no that couldn't be who you thought it was. "Excuse me, sir" you'd try to at least get a better look at him. He couldn't possibly be who you thought it was, could it? "You're excused, can't you see im in the middle of-" and he stops, eyes filled with a strange familiarity as they land on you. He held a sweet in his hand, wrapped nicely in a box, it seems he was about to indulge. "I just had to ask," you start timidly, seeing the man sit in shocked silence. You open your pendant, the petals of flowers you used to show the little boy in the basement still pristine. "Do you know what flowers these petals belong to?"

To say he was shocked was an understatement, staring at the petals with wide eyes through his tinted glasses.

"Is it really you Pavia? After all these years?" youd ask, the realization dawning on him almost as soon as you said his name.

"Goodness, look at how much you've grown. I thought the day that my gifts weren't met with happy chatter, you had died." You'd continue, being unable to read the emotions he felt through his expression.

"I missed you; i missed you dearly in fact. I carried these everyday because I wanted to keep you with me" without saying a word in response to any of your rambling, he took your face in his hands.

He stared you down, as if trying to see if it really was you, he even leaned in and sniffed you as if he were a dog.

He was wary, but the more you spoke of the gifts you would show him and the nights you would talk to him through the one window he had in the basement, he started to believe you more.

The fact that you said you missed him? That you carried something that reminded you of him? He could cry, he didn't think that anyone doing that simply because they thought of him dearly was even possible.

He would love to catch up, first asking if you remembered what the names of his imaginary friends were.

If you answered with Tonika, Leon, Maleficent, Andrea, and Peter: well he automatically knew that you really were missing him.

Happy that you remembered, would absolutely pester you to hang out whenever you possibly could.

You got him a matching pendant, but it was empty. You had insisted that he put something in there that reminded him of you, so he could carry it around like you did with the petals.

Internally melting, externally grumbling about it being so much work.

He did it anyways, wears it religiously. Inside was a single piece of opal small enough to fit, it made him think of how bright you were.

He looks at it sometimes, but is more proud to wear it around knowing that yours matches.

crying, your honor please just let me love him gently Goodness, all of you have been so wonderful with your requests in my inbox!! I really wasnt expecting these to be so well received but I love writing them and I will do my best to get them all out to you asap! I digress, come dream with me some other time. From your Beloved, Moon.

[spenglersweetheart]

OK OK OK OK HEAR ME OUT:

What if reader, who loves sweet things and is a bit in the chubby side, adores Ray. Best friends science high school and they are so scared of screwing up and confessing, one night Ray brings them back after a ghost incident in their apartment complex and they are so sleep deprived they confess and Ray has a massive grin on his face and gibs them a lil smooch

THIS IS ACTUALLY SO CUTE OFC I WILL WRITE THIS ONE !!

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Sleep Deprived Confession

Ray Stantz x chubby!Reader

WARNINGS : none!

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YOU AND RAY HAVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS SINCE high school. You two were pretty much tied to the hip since day one. with an equal love for science, you two bonded, even over stuff like the occult, since it was something that he was interested in and something that you already knew way too much about, so that bond technically made itself.

But, your feelings for Ray have grown a significant amount since high school. You were scared to even admit it to yourself. But you definitely weren't going to admit it to Ray. You were scared to ruin that friendship, and something like that would definitely do it. You've seen it happen. Not only that, but the insecurity you've had since high school always kicked in, not to mention that you were picked on for it. And that was being a bit on the chubby side.

Now you didn't mind this, it was just that people who did mind it that always said something. You would say something back, not letting the people win. But sometimes, they did win. But you weren't going to tell them that.

You hadn't slept in about a couple of days, mainly because you had been away from home. Your apartment complex had been haunted. You were staying at the Firehouse because of it. And you couldn't sleep there because you missed the warmth of your own bed. But luckily, Ray and the other ghostbusters had fixed that problem for you.

Ray was the one who took you back to your apartment. You fumble for your keys, but you're even too tired to unlock the door. You even dropped the keys a couple times. It took Ray to grab the keys from you and unlock your door that you could finally enter into your apartment.

You didn't even make it to the bed. You pretty much laid down on your couch because you couldn't make it far enough. You're slightly sitting up, your arms are folded on the end of the couch, your head resting on your arms.

Your eyes are about to close, but they stay open just enough for you to speak to him as he was about to leave.

"Can you just stay? Just for tonight," you say tiredly, "I just wanna make sure that the ghosts are actually gone."

Ray turned around. "I assure you that they're gone, but sure! The guys won't mind if I'm home for one night," he replies back.

"Thanks ... I 'ppreciate it," you tell him, "you're always there for me when no one else is."

"Well of course," Ray says, "You're my friend. I care about you."

"Friend ..." you sleepily trail off, "Friend is such a vague thing ... I wish we could be more than friends."

You had barely even realized what you have said. But Ray definitely heard it. He looks at you, eyes softening. But, a massive grin appears on his face. He tilts your head up to face him before giving you a small kiss on your lips.

Your face is red. Beet red. You weren't expecting that. It even wakes you up a little bit. You look up at him, embarrassed that what you said had even come out of your mouth.

"How come you never asked to be?" Ray asked, "I thought we could tell each other everything."

"I didn't wanna ruin our friendship," you simply answered, a yawn escaping your lips.

"Well, I wouldn't mind. We can totally be more than friends," Ray told you.

"Yeah ... That would be nice," you said back. Another yawn escaping from you.

Before Ray can respond back, you were already asleep. The only thing he could do was gently rub his hand through your hair before giving you a kiss to your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N ..." he whispers.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hi! I wanted to ask something.

Like, most of us knows there are 4 Spiritual Monkeys in the legend(book)... Do the Wukongs and theyr LEM's ever tought about looking for them? Cause mines did and It was chaos

Tongbi: Wait... why there are not other us, Chikao? *Sad precious sunshine noises*

Chikao: We are probably lucky in theyr universes to not having to ature theyr "bullduey"

*Wukong and Liu'er fighting in the most platonic way possible*

(If you are wandering who Tongbi and Chikao are, Chikao = Baboon and Tongi = Gibbon. And both are girls)

Love them and all the different versions people are coming up with! Bonus: the @journeytothewestresearch post about them!

I've been personally calling them "Babs" = Baboon (Chikao mahou, 赤尻馬猴) and "Gibs" = Gibbon (Tongbi yuanhou, 通臂猿猴) as a nickname! XD

My idea is that they are the older of the four *known* celestial primates, with the oldest celestial primate being the since-ascended Shen Monkey who raced for the Jade Emperor.

Tongbi/Gibs has a naturally stretchy body (think like Monkey D Luffy) and is very optimistic. Whilst, Chikao/Babs is more of a realist with the power of reading a person's thoughts/intentions (an interpretation I have for "Understands human affairs,").

My personal hc backstory for them is that;

Tongbi/Gibs was born/hatched along the Heavenly River, her species limbs stretching to allow them to climb, swim and dance between the clouds and astral waterways. She could be considered the "Fresh-Water Monkey" for this reason. Her egg had actually fallen to earth during the Great Flood when the fifth Heavenly Pillar broke, and was found by a tribe of proto-humans (of which Fuxi originated) that raised her as their own. She lived with them for many years before deciding to seek out others of her kind - where upon she met Chikao/Babs

Menawhile, Chikao/Babs was actually born into the Underworld amongst demonkind. Her fellow demons did not understand why she had hatched from a egg-shaped stone that sat undisturbed in the demon-capital city of Youdu for many millennia, but they accepted her as their colleague nonetheless. When Chikao/Babs came of age, she was trained to carry out the duties of a Psychopomp; to gather and bring deceased soul before Yama and the Ten Kings, the same duties as Ox-Head and Horse-Face. She could be considered the "Abyss Monkey" for her gloomy origin.

The two celestial monkeys meet by pure chance when Chikao/Babs herself nearly dies trying to collect the soul of a reluctant water demon. Tongbi/Gibs saved her, and it was love/fascination at first sight like Little Mermaid.

The two female monkeys are soulmates in a yin-yang like dynamic. One stern and aloof, the other silly and expressive. They began seeking out others of their kind almost immediately after meeting - failing until they found a certain little stone monkey being cared for by an old mentor.

I made a joke post a while back about these two finding little Sun Wukong early and raising him as their own, and now I can't stop thinking of it! The Netflix and Smash Legends SWKs are who I most imagine as having the two super-powered moms, but I could def see an AU of Lego SWK having moms. X3

Chikao and Tongbi def be cringing hard at how bad their son is fumbling expressing his feelings for Macaque, and for how bad Macaque is at confronting *his* feelings!

[amelikos]

Going over the first two titles for February (HZ083 and HZ084).

No summaries or staff lists are available as of now, just the titles. I went over the titles for January here.

Starting with HZ083 (link here).

Amethio-centric episode! Noting that this is ep 83, which happens 50 eps after ep 33 (Amethio's solo battle with Rayquaza and Terapagos turning into Terastal form for the first time). Moreover, this is the second title which has Amethio's name in it (the first one being HZ065, which was "Liko and Amethio").

So.. the title talks about a certain "truth" and Amethio's determination.

What truth is the title referring to? Is it related to the Rakurium? This is what Amethio has been looking into lately and he even tried to face his father in HZ078 to get more information about it, but Crave didn't want to talk to him about it.

If we're going by the assumption that the truth is related to the Rakurium, then is Amethio going to try to face his father once more? I personally doubt it, since he probably knows he'll get the same answer again. Will he try to talk to Gibeon? Not sure about it, since Gibeon told him he doesn't want to see him anymore... And Gibeon seems to often be asleep too. We've seen him asleep at the end of HZ075 and there were already implications surrounding it in HZ034 (Hamber talking about Gibeon being awake, etc).

I feel like the title could possibly hint at a confrontation between Amethio and Spinel? The opening has a scene with the two of them specifically and they've been tailing each other for a while now. Spinel is keeping track of Amethio and knows he won't give up so easily. I'm not sure if Amethio is trying to follow Spinel in some capacity in this chapter but we know he's done so in the past. Will Amethio try to get answers out of Spinel? Will we get to know more about Spinel?

Also thinking about how we got truths surrounding Rakua and the original Explorers being revealed in ep 74/75, and now we might get more answers about the Rakurium or Gibeon/anything else..? Liko facing truths earlier in the chapter, and this time Amethio will face truths as well. Something about the AmeLiko of it all and how their journeys mirror each other's and are constantly intertwined makes me emo, tbh. Especially since I feel like this emphasizes that they could benefit from a team up. Liko is gathering pieces of truths here and there, but she doesn't have the full story yet. The story of Rakua was told from Rystal's perspective, but Rystal had no way of knowing certain things. She doesn't know what happened to Gibeon after Rakua, for example. Liko was about to ask Rystal about Gibeon before she disappeared, which established that "Gibeon" was one of the next mysteries to be solved (how is he still alive after all this time? etc).

Amethio is on his way to learn new things, which Liko and the others possibly do not know yet. They could share that information with each other. Liko knowing Gibeon's name thanks to Amethio telling her about his grandfather proved to be helpful, since she could tell the RVT who Gibeon was. But who knows what the future has in store for Liko and Amethio.

I am also curious about Amethio's "determination". He started off the chapter quite lost and crushed after Gibeon rejected him, and he was trying to find out if there was still something he could do. The title seems to indicate that Amethio's determination will be renewed. What path will he take? Maybe whatever truth he is going to learn will help him make up his mind about what he should do? Is he going to find out the truth about the Rakurium? And if he does, will he consider it as something dangerous for his grandfather? Will he find a balance there? I am really looking forward to it, and how Amethio will reconcile his feelings for his family with the truth. Especially thinking about how Gibeon wanted to hear his resolve in HZ054, and now it seems like Amethio might find his own resolve. (As a note, the words used were different. Gibeon and Amethio talked about 覚悟 in HZ054, and the title for ep 83 uses the word 決意. I was curious to know if it was the same word, but it's not.)

Also: will this be an episode completely focused on Amethio? This happens after the Rayquaza ep. Will we pull away from Liko and the RVT for an entire episode to focus strictly on Amethio? Or maybe it'll be a situation similar to HZ054 which had Liko and friends meeting with Ann before going back to Orange Academy, while Friede was investigating the Rakurium at Exceed? Both plots happened in parallel, so maybe this could be the case for this episode.

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And the title for HZ084 (link here).

This is another one of those titles which sound really poetic to me. Up there with the titles for HZ075 and HZ082 (ep 75 is "The future we've been entrusted, the shine of this world" and ep 82 is "At the end of the shining rainbow" which is a reference to a line from the second opening).

This title seems to refer to Rayquaza and Zygarde (Heaven/Sky and Earth, "Ten to Chi", Rayquaza and Zygarde being respectively associated with these elements and described as the "Tenkuu Pokemon" and "Chitsujo Pokemon", etc..). And the horizon being the place where the earth and sky appear to meet, too. Poetic cinema, etc.

Also, every ep ending with "4" has been quite significant for a while. 24: Diana telling Liko and the others about how she found the pendant, Pagogo reacting to Amethio. 34: Liko and Diana paralleling Amethio and Hamber, Gibeon etc. 44: Rayquaza showing up. 54: Learning about the "eternal blessing", seeing Gibeon's face for the first time and learning about his connection to Amethio, meeting Amethio's father for the first time. 64: Liko and Amethio meeting in the mountain, both of them seeing the effects of the Rakurium for the first time and getting stuck in a cave together, etc. 74: Learning that Lucius founded the Explorers and that there were three of them, etc. So what will ep 84 bring?

Very curious about this episode. The opening showed a confrontation between Gibeon's Zygarde and the RVT. So maybe this is when said confrontation will start? Will we see Gibeon? Will I get to hear his hot voice? Please tell me I will.

Given that this ep is implied to be about Rayquaza and Zygarde, I feel like this means Rayquaza will join the group in HZ082? Rayquaza was clearly waiting for Liko and the others to gather the other Heroes before joining them. Will he join the group by returning to his Ancient Pokeball that Roy has, or will he tag along without going back to his Pokeball? I am curious about this, especially for what it'll mean to Roy? Terasaki Yuka (Roy's VA) said at the beginning of the chapter that there will be an episode that brings Roy closer to his goal of getting Rayquaza (link here). (Btw, she also talked about possibly getting answers about the eternal blessing, which is why I feel like we'll learn about it in Amethio's episode.)

Anyway, back to Roy and Rayquaza. While Liko got Rystal's blessing and officially caught Pagogo in this chapter, I think her situation is different (and both situations are meant to be different). Liko's goal is to grant Pagogo's wish of going to Rakua, she just happened to bond with Pagogo and they became true partners. The endgoal here wasn't "getting Terapagos", it just happened during Liko's journey of granting Pagogo's wish (which still isn't granted at the time I am writing these lines). Roy's goal is specifically "getting Rayquaza" and being acknowledged by him. So I feel like they could be getting a moment which could deepen their connection? Rayquaza still hasn't exactly "seen" Roy, imo. So I think that they won't become "partners" for now. I also think Lucius is still alive in Rakua. He didn't appear at the Crystal Pool when Liko and the others prayed, and I think Gibeon is meant to get his closure with Lucius before passing on. I think Rayquaza is still loyal to Lucius's memory too, so Rayquaza should also get his closure (similarly to Pagogo) before becoming Roy's partner. There is a lot of emphasis on respecting Pokemon's feelings, after all. Basically, since Roy's endgoal is getting Rayquaza, I don't think it'll happen in this chapter since the anime isn't over yet, but I think they are meant to connect a bit more to sow the seeds of their future partnership?

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I think I covered what I wanted to write about for now. Also, since these two episodes are clearly meant to be closely related to the overarching plot, I wonder who will be writing them?

We already know the writers for this month's episodes, and Kureha Matsuzawa will be writing HZ082. Ep 84 having a poetic title also makes me think he should be the one writing it, but who knows. The Amethio episode should also written by one of the core writers. It's either Dai Sato, Kureha Matsuzawa or Naruki Nagakawa for these two episodes, I think. Either way, we should be in for very interesting writing three weeks in a row.

I am also curious what Horizons is planning after this chapter since the Six Heroes are probably going to be finally gathered together in this arc.

[teabunnee]

Ingo and Emmet wanting kisses

Ingo

Ingo usually wants affection and kisses after busy work hours, a train delay, a bad Pokémon fight. He can’t help it, just your very presence heals him. And your kisses make him feel all warm inside. He loves you, after all! 

The bigger problem is how he’s going to ask for them. He’s not like his brother, who can just outwardly ask for anything with a big grin on his face. He’s quite the gentleman, which means he’s more…convoluted. 

Acts of service is his go to, he’ll clean up the dishes, do the laundry, take care of the pokemon, cook or clean. If he’s tired though it’ll likely just be bringing things to you. 

If there are no chores to be done, quality time is the second choice! Whatever you’re doing, he’ll accompany you, 

If that doesn’t work, he starts taking a leaf out of his brothers book. 

he’ll starts leaning into you, taking your hand in his. Telling you how wonderful you are. 

If that doesn’t work (somehow) he’ll finally break and ask. 

Please gib him kissies. His face is so sad. 

He melts into you after the kiss, rubbing the place your lips touched. He’s very happy, his life feels full. 

Afterwards if you tell him he could’ve just asked, he’ll feel so embarrassed. 

((His Pokémon also trying to give him kisses and causing chaos.)) 

Emmet 

He gives you so much affection, but sometimes he wants affection too..!

The urge will strike him at any notice. It’s random. Good luck. 

Ingo is slightly incorrect about his brother as it is also difficult for prideful Emmet to ask. He’s the giver of affection, not the other way around! 

First he starts with his usual shenanigans, he wraps his arms around you in a big hug, snuggling into you, pressing kisses on your head and cheeks. Caressing your face. 

If you’re too busy for physical affection, then he’ll tell you how much he loves you, all about his day. Everything and anything, he’ll hang out around you. 

If that doesn’t work he’s gonna go a little bonkers, now he’s helping you out to make it go faster, or even just doing it himself. And his reward? He’ll hold out his cheek and ask for kissies. 

It’s funny giving him kisses, he’s almost like a cartoon character for a second, stiff and giggly and happy. Then he starts giving out kisses and hugs too, possibly tackling you to the sofa for more comfy positions for kisses. 

((Prepare for the joltiks to want kisses too. You get swarmed.))