#plush cyrus

[larvabyte]

i need five more of these little blue bitches

[catboy-cyrus]

Shamelessly hopping on this trend lmao

[starbow-dreams]

He has Honchkrow now!!

[galacticlucid]

Buy them together, never separately. They always have to be together ♡

[often-obsessed]

Merry Chrysler

[jadeazora]

As most of us were probably figuring we'd get more info sometime soon, Iono will do another stream on the 14th. It's likely the reveal of her partner Pokémon, and her stream will be 4min and 25sec long.

A proper reveal of that Raichu from yesterday, and a Worker Trainer card.

The Galactuc Awakening event is back today! Having some more support options makes the Battle Challenge easier, tho I did beat it last time. (I only had Dawn/Tortera as usable support.)

In other mobile game news, Clefable is live in UNITE!

And lastly, an upcoming plush and some figure sets from Jazwares:

[noxtivagus]

ffxv ost is still one of my favs mwah mwah 🤍

[leggerefiore]

Hi! I would i like ask how would evil leaders act if your pokemon dislikes them? Partly cuz of. Knowing they are an evil team leader, but Mostly just cuz of the competition for their trainers attention. (If one of the pokemon could be pawnuard that would be great!)

cw: jealous pokemon

characters: Lysandre, Maxie, Archie, Cyrus, Guzma

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ He hissed as your Pawniard tries to drive one of its blades into his leg. His Pyroar awkwardly holds it back as he debates the situation once more. This was one of many times that your pokemon had clearly expressed a certain distaste towards him, but he had not expected that it would try to stab him for merely attempting to greet you with a kiss. He stared at the pokemon that stood under a meter. Why did it dislike him? Lysandre desperately set out to appease it with both gifts and space. Whetstones were given to the pokemon alongside some of the finest poffins and pokepuffs he could find. The Pawniard had hardly been moved by the acts.

☕️ It had begun subtly. A harsh glare when he pulled you into his side on the couch. While he had not felt too comforted by the harsh expression, it could be easily ignored. Jealousy was the likely culprit then. Your attention was elsewhere, much to the annoyance of the pokemon. This had been somewhat early on into your relationship, so he expected some adjustment. His Pyroar had been quite jealous at first, too. It was expected to pass, surely.

☕️ It, however, did not. Rather, it progressed. Glaring became letting out annoyed cries which turned into wedging itself in between you and him and finally ended up with the Sharp Blade pokemon stabbing him. There was usually not any blood drawn, but he could only wonder why it had clearly come to shown disdain towards him. Dates were interrupted by clothing being slashed or your Pawniard clinging to your leg and nearly begging you not to leave. Affection was difficult due to it placing itself between you both.

☕️ Eventually, he stared down at the pokemon with a sigh. It had been discussed between you both. You had no idea what to do, though. Discouraging the behaviour did not work, nor did allowing for some consequences. Pawniard just seemed determined to be a wedge between you and him, both physically and mentally. In his beautiful world, he supposed this would matter little, but currently it was something Lysandre needed to face. Jealousy was such an ugly thing.

☕️ Somehow, hopefully, he manages to win over Pawniard or better control situations in which its jealousy is expressed. It seems to be going well enough, as he finally can be intimate with you once more without worrying about a possible injury. Of course, a new situation arises when he finds the steel-type offering you a document related to Team Flare. What a mess.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 How could such a tiny pokemon be so harsh? Your Banette glared at Maxie as it blocked his entry into your home. His visit was interrupted by the ghost-type. Its eerie eyes pierced his soul as he swallowed. He felt fairly certain he had not tossed away any plush toys that were currently seeking vengeance towards him, but it certainly had felt like it with your Banette. The pokemon had made no attempts to disguise its dislike of him and took every chance to try to scare him off from your relationship. Maxie did not succumb to its whims, but that had not been an easy task. He had tried to make nice with the pokemon plenty yet had failed to meet whatever it wanted.

🪨 At first, Maxie had been a little on edge of the glaring Banette that seemed to dislike whenever he decided to display any kind of affection towards you, but had written it off. Ghost-types were just usually possessive over their trainers. This was nothing odd. Mildly annoying, sure, but no worse than his Camerupt attempting to press its way between you both to get his attention back on it. It was just a bit more scary, what with its curse energy. How had you ended up with such a pokemon? He decided to focus on gaining the Banette's trust.

🪨 That proved impossible. No matter how desperately he tried to wager the pokemon's favour towards him, he failed. Banette's behaviour had only become more noticeable, too. Dates were seemingly ruined because you were too exhausted to go or your Banette showing up to scare anyone else involved and therefore end the date early. Any kind of affection left a cold presence heavy in the air or was met by your Banette demanding to sit in your lap or get carried by you. It was endlessly annoying how jealous the pokemon was. He almost tried to carry on through its attempts at ruining dates to spite it.

🪨 You, however, seemingly caught on to the tension rising between him and your pokemon. This led to a discussion in which he finally felt able to voice his concerns about the impact it was having on your relationship. You began to work on Banette's behaviour following this, much to his relief. Finally, he felt able to just enter your home without worrying about leaving with a curse. Being able to sit on your couch and cuddle with you without a certain pokemon interrupting was lovely. Maxie truly felt contented again.

🪨 And, naturally, he tried to the ghost type in the middle. The Magma Leader understood jealousy was innate to the pokemon, but did not like the effects it had. He tried to prove that Banette could still have its time with you, while Maxie claimed his own. Banette seemed to slowly come to understand that and move away from its more possessive actions. Well, until it floated him out of your bed to claim its time. The ghost type understood schedules, as it turned out.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Frustration swelled in his chest as he stared at your Electrike. It growled at him as he just tried to give you a hug. Archie was not overly fond of electric-types, but he at least set out to befriend the lightning pokemon quite a few times. Treats and time alone to play with his Mightyena were obviously enjoyed, yet the Electrike refused to budge on its obvious dislike of him. He had done just about everything to get on its good side, and all had failed. The Aqua Leader felt at the end of his rope with everything. He could not even cuddle his Luvdisc after a long day before their pet pokemon had decided that it was not allowed. Even his Mightyena had got over its initial hesitance towards you! Hell, even his Sharpedo let you pet it.

💧 At first, he thought nothing of it. Your Eelctrike barking and glaring at him? Perfectly understable! He was not well known to it yet, so an adjustment period was more than expected. Archie went out of his way to make a good impression on it, even if he was not a big fan of electric types. After all, he was happy that you were happy. It then tried to bite him after he pressed a kiss to your cheek. A chuckle was his only reply. Well, jealousy was also understandable. He was not going to blame a pokemon for its reaction.

💧 Until it got worse and worse. Suddenly, before any kind of outing he wanted to do with you, Electrike would develop a limp or suddenly be too needy and try to herd you away from him. Any kind of affection was met with growing and barking, if not a few daring bites. He mostly grumbled at it. Jealous pokemon? Well, whatever. He had dealt with Maxie's weird girl admin before, and she was honestly comparable to your Electrike. It was annoying, but Archie would power through. He was not going to let the canine think it had won. It was just an unfortunate addition to dating you.

💧 A talk was definitely had about Electrike's behaviour, though. You had noticed it, too, and became concerned. After all, you did not want your boyfriend getting attacked every time you were both cuddled up on the couch. Archie felt grateful and there was some slight improvement. Obviously, Electrike did not want to upset you, and it was just jealous of your attention being on Archie instead of it. He understood that, he supposed. He definitely had probably snarled a bit at Maxie when he tried to hog your attention.

💧 Ultimately, he tries really hard to befriend your Electrike. He wants to believe that he can manage to get on good terms with the pokemon. Treats are common gifts, and he attempts to play with it, too. Everything does seem to get to a more reasonable point with Electrike choosing to ignore the time you both are affectionate or just making one of those sighs canines do. He feels glad that the madness is over. Then, Electrike is seen running off with his anchor one morning after he stayed over at your place, and he feels it has begun anew.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ There was some form of deep hurt that came from the rejection of your Rotom. A Cleanse Tag sat on his laptop, having just forced out the electrical ghost. He was fully aware it was inside due to his… history with the pokemon. He was hesitant to become close to your pokemon for many reasons, but the Rotom itself had already seemed to have grown some form of dislike for him. It was not some grandiose mystery to him. After all, he was fully aware that spirit was the main problem of this world, and your Rotom most certainly possessed one. The two were quite awkward. Cyrus was caught between desperately wanting to befriend the pokemon and wanting it gone from his sight.

☄️ The Rotom seemed to have developed its distaste quite early on. It let out a cry as you clung to him and possessed your phone to play a loud sound and scare you away from him. Cyrus had not assumed the behaviour odd, aware that Rotoms were quite fond of pranks. It likely was just some playful manner by the electric-type to brighten both you and him. The upper expression on its face, however, told another story. Had he ever seen a Rotom make that face? He did not think so. It was honestly a bit terrifying.

☄️ The reason for its mannerisms became quite obvious as time progressed. Whenever a date was scheduled with you, it decided that was the perfect time to sabotage something by possessing an appliance and breaking it. How many times had the washing machine been tortured by your Rotom was unknown. A strange behaviour also developed when any intimacy was shown between you both. It let out a cry and randomly started buzzing around you both, trying to draw your attention onto it. That or it possessed the television and neatly give you both tinnitus. Its jealousy was confusing and apparent, ultimately.

☄️ Discussions on how to better manage the Rotom were had but often led to nothing. It was not an easy pokemon to control, and its nature lended itself to mischief much too often. Cyrus did not blame you, as your attempts were plain to see. He did, however, not appreciate the Rotom possessing his laptop and tablet and trying to delete anything Galactic related while also sending it to you. It suddenly began to feel as if the plasma pokemon was attempting to spite him. How had he upset it? Questions ran through his mind, as the possibility that a Rotom truly disliked him made his stomach churn uncomfortably.

☄️ He sighed as he offered the end of a charger to the pokemon. The Rotom quietly took the offer and eagerly began to drain electricity. Cyrus had racked his brain for a solution to how to befriend the Rotom. A toy robot was nervously sat on the table. He had a sneaking suspicion about something with this particular Rotom. It stared over at the toy with big eyes before floating over and possessing it. He pet the toy's head as the Rotom let out a happy cry. For now, at least, he felt he managed a truce.

🕶Guzma💀

□ The Team Skull Boss felt like he was going insane. How could this happen to him? He should be getting intimated by something so small. Yet, here he was trapped in the bathroom with your Meowth puffed up like a Mareep and hissing at him. It was somehow more terrifying than how Nanu's Meowths might have reacted. He was standing on the side of the tub and debating why the damn feline disliked him so much. Guzma played nice with the Meowth and offered treats and pets. It still clearly hated him. Why? He could only debate.

□ It had not been this bad at the beginning. Yeah, it hissed at him and swiped at him, but that was just the nature of Meowths. Guzma was used to them. It did not even occur to him that there had been anything more to its behaviour, as it hissed at the sight of him kissing you. He just assumed it was annoyed that he was in its space and taking up your attention. Your Meowth clearly lavished in everything you gave it, so it probably just was not used to sharing you. His Golisopod was a bit hesitant towards you at first, too, but it got over it eventually. Your Meowth would as well.

□ … Or not. The feline only got worse. Hissing whenever he sat with you on the couch and swiping at his legs when it felt appropriate. Dates were interrupted by it suddenly escaping and needing to be found. He seriously began debating swapping it out with one of Nanu's own and wondering if either of you would notice. He did not, and instead was met with any cuddling being ruined by a Meowth wedging its way between you both and hissing and growling at him. It felt like he was on an episode of that pokemon from hell show. Its jealousy was intense.

□ Of course, Guzma spoke with you about it. You noticed, too. It was kind of impossible not to. Efforts were made in getting Meowth more acclimated to him and it accepting him into what it deemed its space. He hoped the madness would all spiral into its end. These attempts lessened its obvious distaste to more of a relaxed ignorance. He would rather it just ignore him than attack his legs every time he wanted to take a nap with you, however. Everything was better, he thought.

□ Somehow, though, he felt mortified when the Meowth led you to him meeting with an Aether Foundation employee. The contents of the conversation he could only hope were not heard by you. Somehow, Gumza felt a knowing glare in the eyes of the feline. It knew fully well what it was doing, and it was to spite him. Whatever peace had been achieved was gone. Your Meowth wanted war.

[spinchip]

NEVER THE DARK

Chapter 16

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Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15

warnings: head injury

HOW DOES IT END THIS WAY? ONE BITE INVITES ANOTHER.

Cyrus only black outs for a moment, maybe a few heartbeats- but when consciousness returns he wishes he’d stayed blissfully unaware of the pain lancing through his brain. The world loses its finer details and all he can focus on is the blood dripping down his temple and the way his brain feels too big for his head. He’s grateful for the blindfold, actually. He imagines the brightness of even the gentlest of lights would feed into the agony he’s feeling. He wills himself not to throw up.

His chair is straightened and the world spins and turns on its axis which makes the aforementioned not throwing up a whole lot harder. A warm hand probes at the wound on his head and finally, gratefully, he forces himself to pass out. For real this time.

The next time he wakes up, he’s not blindfolded anymore.

The first thing he registers is the floor to ceiling windows looking out on Ninjago city. It’s a great view, in the heart of the city and tall enough to look over almost every building surrounding it. Except Borg tower, which rises above the skyline in beautiful silhouette against the afternoon sun.

The next thing he notices is the man sitting in the lavish leather chair overlooking the cityscape before them. His captor. His head still hurts, will probably ache for days after this (if he survives,) and that does nothing to facilitate using his brain to figure out who exactly this man is. There’s a fancy silk handkerchief crumpled and covered in blood sitting on the dark oak desk he’s sitting at, and Cyrus can see ugly yellow bruising forming around his nose and eyes. It fills him with a viscous satisfaction even as his head throbs in memory of that headbutt. Worth it.

Cyrus wracked his brain- this office screams old money. He peeks around the room, trying to find something that might tip him off to who exactly had kidnapped him from his home and why. The room is luxury in overload, expensive not for quality but for status with overpriced furniture and art filling the room. The desk is specially carved solid wood, the plush rugs covering the floor thick and hand woven, modern lavish brown leather couches paired with a glass coffee table sitting in the middle of the room. The coffee table is stacked with Forbes magazines and history books in a flashy, ingenuine way. The bookshelves are decorated in a similar performative style. He’s trying to appear more worldly and elite and maybe it worked on others, but to Cyrus it screamed of insecurity- the room was so overtly ostentatious it became nothing but a superficial impersonation of sophistication.

All of that in conjunction with the designer pinstripe suit, the expensive drinks, the luxury watch purposefully shown off with a raised sleeve- all of it painting a picture of a man in the same tax bracket as Cyrus himself. His most distinctive trait is his long, curly red hair... which led Cyrus nowhere. Surely he’d have met this man before- as a charity banquet, a fancy gala, a high society party? He certainly knew Cyrus, and had a grudge against him at that.

Cyrus knew he wasn’t the kindest man in his youth… he could admit he was a bit of a self centered prick, but not so much that anyone would want him dead.

The few things that seem genuine in this soulless, shallow space is the bar cart filled with fancy liquors and two portraits along the back wall.

“My father and I.” That low, smooth voice makes Cyrus jump. The man at the front of the room has spun the chair around to face him, observing Cyrus’s gaze on the paintings behind him. He’s referencing the first of the pair, an older man with salt and peppered rusty red hair and a severe looking face, with a heavyset brow and dark eyes. There’s a boy in the picture with him, with slicked red hair and an equally sour expression. Even his father doesn’t ping anything on Cyrus’s radar. He tries to focus his head and pull up any possible memory he might have of this man- he can almost see him in his mind's eye, perfectly manicured nails and sleek hair and opulent jewelry introducing himself at a charity event-

Blue eyes that swam with obsession Cyrus mistook for intrigue.

“Who are you?” He asks, the man's perfectly white teeth reminding him of a shark's maw tasting the water for blood.

The facade of serenity melted off his face, irritation bleeding to fury at the question. Appalled and annoyed and so, so angry that Cyrus even had to ask. As if he should have known of the animosity between them despite cordial greetings and passing smiles in those nebulous memories when they did run into each other, “Do you know how old this company is?” He asks Cyrus sharply, who barely refrains from saying I don't even know what the hell we're talking about, “It’s existed for far longer than you were even a thought in your father's head. The Voss brand was a powerhouse before time had a name. It was respected- revered. We were above you all.”

Voss. Cyrus grabs that with both hands, desperate for any tidbit of information. He searches his mind-

Voss Enterprises. Cyrus remembers that name, back when he’d first brought Borg Tech to Ninjago City. His own company had ballooned out so quickly that any possible competitor was choked out before Cyrus really had to worry about them- Voss Enterprises being one of them. He’d surpassed them and stayed ahead. Their CEO was… Simon Voss- no, that was their old CEO. His son had taken it over. What was his name?

He nods to the other painting. It’s older, framed behind glass to protect it. It's on yellowed parchment and it’s not a full painting, mostly sketch lines with the occasional pop of color to contour or define certain areas. It shows an older woman with deep red hair pulled back with fancy pins and braids, “That is my grandmother, several times great. She built this company with her bare hands- after she lost her whole family. Akane Voss. Each generation after her grew our enterprise larger and larger. We were number one, always ahead of the competition.”

Those acidic blue eyes pin Cyrus with a jealous gaze, “Until you.” He grins, and it’s all teeth, “Borg. your family had money, sure, but you weren’t even a blip on our radar. You were nothing. I was everything- and then you came and took it all.” his voice trembled with rage and he shoots to his feet.

He waves his hand and a rudimentary android unfolds from a box near the door with an inquisitive beep, “Help our guest keep up.” He says shortly, striding towards the door. The bot trundles over on skinny legs and begins to push Cyrus’s wheelchair behind Voss.

“Is that what this is about? Jealousy?” Cyrus asks, disbelieving as he’s bundled onto an elevator.

“And then,” Voss ignores Cyrus with a chuckle and drags a hand down his face- he’s wearing a blue gauntlet. He’s wearing the blue gauntlet. Cyrus feels himself go pale. “Then you burned it all down. You and your ego led the Overlord home to roost and the city crumbled and I thought- surely, this is the end of Cyrus Borg. Your reputation would be tattered, your company would go belly up, and Voss Enterprise would swoop in where we rightfully belong to fill the gap.” He hisses as they ascend only one floor up to the roof.

He steps out onto the tarmac and whips around. His hair blows in the wind and when the sunlight catches his eyes, the blue seems to glow, “But you didn’t die. You stuck around like a parasite and Ninjago City welcomed you right back in. This isn’t about jealousy, Cyrus Borg. This is about what I deserve! This is about how you came along in all your arrogance and hubris and stole what was mine!” He storms up to Cyrus and tangles his hand in Cyrus's hair, wrenching his head back so he can lean in close. He pulls back punishingly hard, still sore about his bloody nose, “I have been in your shadow for far too long, Cyrus Borg." He mutters, the words cloying in the small space between them, "This city has fallen into sickness, infested with your technology and pushing everyone else out.”

Cyrus blinks wide eyed at Voss and tries to shake his head, incredulous, “What are you talking about? Borg Industries is not a monopoly! I pulled back- I understood my mistake after the destruction of the city, I learned my lesson. This is madness!”

Voss releases Cyrus’s hair and stands back to his full height, “We weren’t thorough enough the first time around, in the aftermath of the digital overlord. We didn’t cut you out at the root. There was too much Borg tech influence- so you grew back like a tumor and kept me from my place above it all.”

He turns around to face the city, the wind carrying his voice back to Cyrus crystal clear, “If I can’t have Ninjago City, no one can.” And Cyrus almost wants to laugh at the sheer banality of it all if it weren't so terrifying. He raises the the gauntlet he’s wearing and holds it out, pointed towards Ninjago city, “I’m going to raze it all to the ground- and in the ashes, after every ounce of Borg Tech is destroyed and the wound is finally clean, Voss Enterprise will swoop in and rebuild until you are nothing but a bad memory.”

“My name is Broden Voss.” He says calmly, turning to face Cyrus with his hand still outstretched towards the city. He smiles and there's a wild, triumphant edge to it, “Remember that Name, Cyrus Borg. It will go down in the history books as your successor... though I suppose that won't matter to you, since you won't survive to see it. Say goodbye to your empire. it's time for you to finally fall.”

Behind him, all across Ninjago city, hundreds of portals open.

[nyxiesimss]

Animal Crossing CC Masterlist

this list will be constantly updated as I find more cc. If a creators cc is no longer publicly available anywhere at ALL, dm me, but try to find it elsewhere first | Some creators have more than whats listed, so I just listed my favorites. Some posts are only available as reblogs, for some reason or another. FROM ACNH, ACNL, ACWW, ETC

List starting below!

@simdertalia A WHOLE ASSORTMENT, NINE WHOLE PAGES CONVERSION GALORE @katrinanicole23 Infant Onesies!

@superflare toddler pjs (Dreamy) @tbunnz Wedding Wallpaper Butterfly Wallpaper @w1ldhoney New Horizon sweaters @simbin99 Framed Photos @madraynesims (ts4, ts3 AND ts2?! WOW!) Floors! Cute furniture set @zwhsims FROGGY CHAIR @wishelsims Celeste Plush Tom and Isabelle Plush

@ccordial Graphic Tees @voodoolingsims Mabel/Sabel Aprons! Signs+Doors Terrain Paint Reese/Cyrus outfits!

@meyokisims Classical Wallpaper

@bellassims Stitches CC! Walls+Floors DarkDatatrc Apple items Citrus Items Ice Items Walls+Floors

@okruee AC Inspired Clutter lillka Kids tees Reitanna Photo Calendar Bookshelf Bookshelf without books Books Hisnameissamuel Villager Photos

[midnightsun-if]

We can have a snippet of a pregnant f!mc resting while out of nowhere Cyrus enters the room and starts making a nest of pillows around Mc🥺

"What are you doing?"

Propped on a mountain of plush pillows, comfortably nestled amongst the softest silks and velvets, you don't feel like opening your eyes to check up on the figure currently scurrying about the room; the familiar timbre of his voice, as he muttered to himself, more than enough to soothe your worries. That and the fact that the guardsmen outside the door let him pass...

When he finally comes closer -- bringing the scent of cinnamon and apples along with him -- you're only given the smallest bit of warning before a small pillow is wedged near your side, the feeling causing your eyes to fly open to look at the concentrated face of your husband; giving you the perfect opportunity to see what he had been doing this entire time. Gathering every single pillow, big and small, within the royal bedchamber that he could find, some of them clutched to his chest, and other's laying neatly on the ground near the bed.

"Cyrus," you sigh, forcing yourself to not facepalm. "I guess I'll have to ask this again. What are you doing?"

An aureate gaze briefly glances up, only to fall to where he's currently meticulously placing more and more pillows around you, ensuring that they weren't crowding you by any means, but not too far away that you didn't feel unsheltered, and, for a moment, you think he's not going to answer, but his gentle voice breaks through the silence a moment later. "Making sure you and our hatchling are comfortable." Cyrus stands straighter, hands on his hips as he surveys his handywork. "I don't want you to stress yourself out."

Stress... What?

"Cy--" You begin only for your husband to place one last pillow, the largest of the lot, near your feet. Wanting answers, and tired of not getting any, you snap your fingers, hardening the tone of your voice. "Cyrus Lucian Aurelia."

Widened eyes look at you, confusion furrowing his brow. "Yes, my flame?"

"What are you doing? Why would I be stressed out?" Plucking at a nearby pillow, your own brow soon mirrors his own. "And why did you surround me with pillows?"

"It's a nest." Cyrus gently smooths out the wrinkles of the pillow you had messed with, ensuring it was exactly where he had originally placed it. "I know we're going to be traveling soon to Fyrecrest Sanctuary but, until we start, I wanted you to feel safe and comfortable in a nest. Did I do okay? I've only ever seen other phoenix mates make them in passing. It's not too uncomfortable, right?"

Seeing the excited, and hopeful, gleam within your husband's eyes causes something to loosen in your chest -- even if you didn't need a nest, it's clear that he wasn't fully aware of that fact. Nor were you going to make him so; not when he clearly put his heart into trying to make you, and your unborn child, feel safe and protected.

"You did very well, Cy. I feel less stressed already." He puffs out his chest at that, pride gleaming within the vibrancy of his gaze. Shifting to the side, to make room for him, you gesture for him to come closer. "If you're going to do all this work, you might as well climb in and hold me. We can reap the benefits of your work together."

It's only when you're comfortably nuzzled against his neck, head resting underneath his chin, that you truly begin to feel your muscles begin to slacken; the pillows, while not super high, acting as a safeguard against the surround air and light. "I've missed you today."

Cyrus' arms tighten imperceptibly around your body. "I've missed you too, but I think I always will when you're not by my side."

[larvabyte]

[adobe-outdesign]

if you press A on one of the beds in the Team Galactic HQ rest area, you can find a hidden Pokedoll (the clefairy plush that helps you run away from wild pokemon) and that's why some fanartists draw Cyrus with a Clefairy plush sometimes

That's just what the grunts use to distract Cyrus with when they fucked up

[starbow-dreams]

My Cyrus fumo is here!!

Just as advertised!!

Thanks to VuduKawaii for this plushie!!!! @VuduKawaii | Twitter, Instagram | Linktree

[elleluvsjurin]

When you say you love me, know I love you more

Asaya Jurin x chubby fem!reader

Synopsis: You and Jurin had a wedding about 4 months ago but you guys both decided that you wanted to have the honeymoon later on down the line. So, you guys booked a flight to Turks and Caicos for your honeymoon. Jurin planned everything you guys needed to make this the best honeymoon ever. Turks and Caicos is known to be pricey but you're her wife after all, she would spend her life savings on you if she could. Obviously, you did pay for things as well, but she wanted to spoil you on this trip.

Warnings: fluff, making out, lovey dovey shit, suggestive, implied smut, usage of pet names, reader calls Jurin “honeybun”, reader gets insecure but she ends up comforted

Disclaimer: this does not depict the idol irl‼️

MEN AND MINORS DNI

The only thing you see when you wake up is your wife sleeping next to you. She looks so gorgeous in this state, you think to yourself. The way her hair covers her perfect face, the way her chest moves up and down as she breathes, and the way her plump lips slightly open as she's asleep. You slowly kiss her cheek, but she ends up waking up, since she's a light sleeper.

"Y/N? Good morning, my love." she says, groggily. You giggle at her tired state, but you answer her, nonetheless.

"Good morning, how'd you sleep?" you ask

"I slept ok but I'm better now that you're here. You?" She flirts and she finally gets out of bed, wiping the sleep out of her face.

"I slept good, last night was…amazing." You think back to the night before and you blush. Jurin comes over to kiss your cheek, shamelessly laughing at your flustered state.

"Yeah? We can go again if you want. Today’s a free day for us.” She slowly grabs onto one of your plush thighs.

“I’m ok, honestly.” You mention and she grabs your hand, taking you into the restroom. You guys shower and do your morning routines together. You wash her face and she washes your face.

“You think we should do our makeup, honeybun?” She stares at you in the mirror while you brush your teeth, not listening to a single word that you’re saying.

“Jurin!”

“What? You look great in that gown. I can’t focus.” She eyes you up and down

“I asked if we should do our makeup or not.”

“We can do whatever you want, angel.” She replies. You nod your head and you sit at the vanity in your room. Jurin straddles your lap and grabs the makeup bag. She starts by doing your eyebrows, then going down to put mascara on your eyelashes, lastly applying lip liner along with a lip tint on your lips. Since it’s hot, you wanted to do something natural rather than putting on concealer and foundation, knowing it could very well sweat off. It’s not like you couldn’t do your own makeup, you just loved when your wife would do it for you.

“You look so pretty, angel.” She mumbles into your neck. Her hands slowly sliding down your cleavage, grabbing onto one your boobs. You don’t mention it because you know it’s one of her normal tactics.

“Thank you honeybun.” You play with her soft hair and you kiss her forehead.

“You think we can just stay in for today, angel?” She looks up at you, waiting for an answer.

“Sure, if that’s what you want.” You reply

“Come on, I wanna lay in bed with you angel.” She pulls her lean body off of your lap and goes to the bed, she opens her arms for you to come lay with her. You lay with your wife and you grab her face to kiss her lips. She sticks her tongue in your mouth and you whimper.

“Fuck you’re so sexy.” You mention and she continues to make out with you. Her hands travel down to your plump ass as your hands travel up to her boobs, giving them a nice squeeze because you’re a boob girl and she’s an ass girl. You guys continue to kiss until you both are out of breath.

“Wow my nasty girl, get on top of me angel.” She looks at you for an answer but you stay quiet.

“Jurin you know how I feel about getting on top.” You say quietly and she chuckles.

“I promise you’re not gonna hurt me angel. I wanna feel you on top of me.” She comforts you and you eventually comply, getting on top of her. She kisses your lips and grabs your ass.

“See? You’re not hurting me angel.” She slowly wraps her arms around your body, holding you close.

“I’m so happy that I got to marry you, Jurin.” You mumble into her chest.

“Me too angel. God I love you, Asaya Y/N.” She looks into your eyes deeply and kisses your hand, specifically the hand with your ring finger.

“I love you more Asaya Jurin.”

She pulls your gown over your head and grabs onto your bare ass. She flips you over roughly and spreads your legs. The rest is history..

Eventually you guys spent the day making love and people watching outside of your resort. You guys ordered room service for food. Both of you wanted a “rest day” because tomorrow would be a day full of adventure. You spent the rest of your honeymoon having photoshoots, shopping, going to restaurants, etc. Your honeymoon was amazing and you’re so glad that Jurin planned it for the both of you.

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Oc ask! I'll try 9, 20 and a wildcard for your choice. For as many oc's as you like. 👀

evening!! thank you for the ask wonda <3

9. Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

Caine- no? i mean, maybe a plant, since thats alive, but what is there to empathize with? there arent any thoughts or feelings there. caine already struggles to empathize with people, non sentient things is Not happening.

Cyrus- no, of course not! who would do something that ridiculous???? (he would. mr "i have so much empathy i regularly fuck up manipulating people" would. of course whether he Cares is a different matter.)

Cecilia- ehhhh. she doesnt empathize with things, but she is protective of them and takes care of her things well. i think she could grow to empathize with things, but its not something on her mind if that makes sense?

Cynthia- oh absolutely. she has a certain soft spot for plushes and books, and shed love gardening if she ever gave it a shot.

20. What do they like that nobody else does?

Man ok uh. this is hard. what do other people not like???? i was honestly tempted to leave this at "villainy" but in the interest of properly answering the questions:

Caine- stretching the definition of like here but id say a lot of the food he cooks. contrary to popular belief, caine is actually a pretty decent cook, its just that most of said food is. um. inventive and efficient, lets say. ortega had to learn a very hard lesson to never let caine inside a kitchen without a recipe.

Cyrus- makeup. i dont thinkk this is something thats really come up before? he uses it to cover up his own freckles and scars but in terms of like. makeup to enhance features(???? is that the word????) he likes it as long as it isnt on himself. depending on what kind he gets dysphoric over it.

Cecilia- straight up? literally just pissing people the fuck off. theres no pleasure that could bring warmth to her heart quite like feeling that little annoyed spike in somebodys brain after something she said or did. she lives with joy knowing that she goes through life going "XD lol!!!!" and everybody wants to kill her with knives about it.

Cynthia- medical work. call it morbid curiosity, but shes really interested in biology and thats only partially because of its usefulness to herself (in terms of stitching herself back together). in the past, she would dump about it to ortega. nowadays, she has eve talk about it a lot with mortum.

questions from here!