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[laconicaddict]

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[magpiepills]

Honor and Obey

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia x Santi’s wife! Reader

Word count: 3.9

Summary:you are Santi’s wife and when Frankie moves in, you have an idea that Santi helps you make a reality.

Warnings: SMUT! Threesome, sort of fucking, oral m and f receiving, m/m dynamics, sort of dom reader, sort of sub Frankie and Santi, Frankie is the Pussy Eating King, big dicks, teasing, flirting, mentions of alcohol, mentions of curls, fuck licking, cum shots, creampies, a little overstimulation, one spank, pwp, just porn. Possibly more, idk.

A word from the author: This is a repost! this has been rotting away in my WIPs for months. I am in a little slump working on Made Me Love You, so I decided to finish this to hopefully get things going again. It’s not my best work, and I may fix it up and post another version some other time. Maybe not. Who knows. Anyway, here it is.

Frankie knew exactly what he was getting into when he came to stay with his best friend and his new wife after his lady finally kicked him out. The lies and the coke and the abandonment for misguided jungle romps were finally too much for her.

When Santi offered the spare bedroom in the house they’d just bought, Frankie gladly accepted. How could he say no to a roof over his head, his best friend down the hall, and you?

It was so innocent at first that he felt like it was his fault. You’d left the door open when you showered. He didn’t mean to see you, naked and wet, patting your hair with a towel when he walked down the hall. He reluctantly looked away.

When the three of you lounged by the pool, he dove into the water when Santi untied your top and reapplied your sunscreen, then left you shiny, slick, and bare under the warm July sun. Frankie didn’t bother pretending not to look. You smiled at him and raised one knee, planting your foot on the lounge chair and letting it drop just enough to give Frankie something to think about later in his room alone, heavy cock in his fist.

Frankie couldn’t deny his attraction to you. Anyone who looked at you would fall for you. You were beautiful in an effortless way, warm and always interested in what others had to say, making everyone feel special and important. Your hair, your face, your body, your voice, Frankie knew exactly what had attracted his lovesick friend to you.

Once he understood what you wanted, he even let himself flirt with you a bit. He winked at you when your eyes met. He went commando under his gray sweatpants, settling them low on his waist, jutting his hips out just so while he stood at the foot of the couch while you read. He let his touch linger on your waist when he scooted between you and the counter in the kitchen, fingertip grazing the soft skin under your shirt, light enough that you might believe it was an accident.

•••••••••••••••••

Weeks went by, glances became stares, and brushes of bare skin became teasing touches. Frankie was in a constant state of sexual frustration. His mouth watered, his cock was half hard, he spilled his seed over his stomach every night as he thought of you. You bent over the couch, you on your knees, you sitting on his face and coming on his tongue. He imagined what you might sound like when you begged him to fuck you harder. It drove him mad.

•••••••••••••••

Your own patience was wearing thin. You weren’t sure how much longer you could restrain yourself, to play innocent, keep your hands to yourself. How many more ways could you temp him? You’d done your best to goad him into coming on to you, but he had never crossed the line from longful looks and lingering touches. Every day you wanted to push Frankie against a wall and drop to your knees taking his cock as far down your throat as you could. He just didn’t seem to be getting the message. Santi laughed at your failed seduction, he had tried to help, but couldn’t be mad at the restraint Frankie had shown with another man’s wife.

When you couldn’t wait any longer, Santiago had taken Frankie out for a drink and clapped him on the shoulder as he explained that he needed Frankie to stop being so respectful. It took several more drinks before Frankie was convinced it wasn’t a joke or a trick and that you actually wanted to fuck him and that Santi was not just ok with it, that you’d be fucking them both. His head spun, not just from the Stella.

••••••••••

Two nights later, it was time for your date as you’d taken to calling it. You had told Santi exactly what was to happen. “He’s going to be good, isn’t he Santi?” You asked him, nuzzling into his chest while you sat waiting with your husband for his best friend to get out of the shower. Santi never got tired of telling you how much he and his friend were going to enjoy sharing you. He hummed into your hair, thick arms around your waist. You let your mind drift to images of Frankie in the steamy stall, soaping his body, suds rolling down his broad chest to his soft belly. Images of his big hands sliding over his arms and to his cock. You knew it must be something special. You’d seen him in those sweatpants, knees spread wide on the couch. His bulge may as well have had a neon arrow pointing at it.

When Frankie emerged, warm and slightly damp, smelling like citrus and mint, hair damp and curling wildly, you pressed a drink into his hand and guided him to the couch next to Santiago while you took your seat in a chair across from them. Santi raises his own glass in silent, subtle greeting as you spoke, soft and sweet. There was no sense in wasting time.

“Touch him.”

Your command was gentle.

“Touch him?” Frankie asked, eyes wide and voice wavering.

You nod and smile patiently, your eyes never breaking his gaze as you sip from your glass before continuing. “Why don’t you help him out of his shirt?”

Frankie shifted up onto his knees and scooted closer to his friend, he had heard what you said too, and made room for Frankie between his legs. There was no hesitancy about him at all, just a buzz of desire and the smell of sweet cologne.

“Gotta do what she wants, Fish. Happy wife, happy life, right?” Santi’s gaze was steady and sure, leaving no room for second thoughts.

Kneeling between Santiago’s knees on the couch, he reached hesitantly for the hem, tongue slowly licking across his bottom lip as he pulled the t-shirt over his friend's head, making his thick, dark curls bounce.

Frankie tossed the shirt at your feet.

“Now yours. Let him take it off.” Your directions were cool and calm, but heat was building inside you, Santi had delivered on his promise to bring you your third and now it was time to see how he would behave for you.

Frankie kept his eyes on you as Santi leaned forward to drag the shirt up Frankie’s torso, finally revealing his strong, wide shoulders and a soft belly with a trail of dark hair leading down under his jeans.

He was perfect.

“I’d like Santi to kiss you, Frankie. Is that alright?”

Frankie nodded, but didn’t look back at his friend until Santi wrapped his warm hand around the back of his neck. Frankie let his eyes fall, glassy and half lidded, to Santi’s plush lips, then lifted them to meet the other man’s intense gaze. Frankie lifted his own hand and mirrored Santi’s grip on his neck before tilting his head slightly, just enough for Santi to catch his lips in a deep kiss.

Santi, of course, had left this part out. He had explained that his wife wanted to have sex with him, and that she wanted Santi to be there. Frankie assumed that this was some cuck kink they had and he was more than ok with that. It stroked his ego to give a woman what another man couldn’t. The prospect of Santi joining them changed the dynamic a little, but Frankie was game. Santi was handsome and flirtatious, the two men had toed the line of flirtation themselves for years. It shouldn’t have been a surprise.

••••••••••••••••

You looked on, feeling warmer by the minute, a dampness growing between your thighs as you watched two such masculine men, so powerful and strong making out for your enjoyment.

Santi’s hand drifted down Frankie’s back, and his other hand came to cup his cheek posessively. Again, Frankie mirrored his action and cradled Pope’s cheek in his hand, deepening the kiss.

“Take his pants off, Santiago.” You directed from your perch. You wanted to see who got hard first.

Santi broke the kiss, and guided Frankie to stand while he unbuttoned his jeans, drew the zipper downward, and pushed the soft denim off his narrow hips, leaving him in snug gray boxers, ones that you had picked out.

Frankie stepped out of his jeans and looked to you for approval or direction or anything, but it wasn’t necessary. The look on your face urged him on. He looped his index fingers through his friend's belt loops and pulled him closer to strip him of his pants as well, leaving him in a pair of matching underwear, just how you wanted them.

Nearly bare, the energy in the room thrummed. It felt warmer, more humid, felt as if the walls had closed in.

You didn't need to tell them what to do next, the two men, older, graying, battle scarred, no strangers to violence, held each other close and kissed with a passion that you hadn’t expected, Frankie leaned down to close the difference in their height, Santi kept a guiding hand on Frankie’s cheek.

“Alright Santiago, Francisco. I want to see you now. Both of you. All of you. Is he hard, Santi? Why don’t we find out” Santi grinned up at Frankie, and chuckled as he brought his hand to grip at the taller man’s half hard cock before hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pushing them down to the middle of his thighs.

“Tsk. I think you can do better than that, sweetheart. I need him hard. Help him out. Get on your knees for him.” Frankie’s head snapped to you, his eyes wide, unable to believe this is what you wanted. He only had to look at the way your chest heaved as you watched the men act out your fantasies to know you were serious. Santi, on the other hand, needed no confirmation. You were the boss. He had already dropped to his knees, cock in his hand, ready to show you exactly what you wanted to see.

With you in the chair soaking your panties and directing your own personal porno and Santi on the floor, tugging at his throbbing length, all of Frankie’s inhibitions evaporated. With no hesitation left, he threaded his thick fingers into Santi’s curls and pulled him close until his cheek was against his hip and his lips just inches from his quickly hardening length. “Do as she says, Pope. Suck.”

No sooner than the words left Frankie’s mouth, a shadow seemed to cross his best friend’s face and he huffed through his teeth, greedily taking Frankie’s cock into his mouth. His eyes were dark and dangerous as he stared up, groans rumbling deep in his chest as he worked the length into his throat, all for your pleasure. “That’s it. Take my cock down your throat. Suck it like you mean it.” As Frankie spoke he began to thrust his hips shallowly. He loved the power of having a strong man on his knees. Santi was a year or so younger, shorter but thick with muscle where Frankie was tall and lean. Santi’s beard grew in thicker but grayed sooner, making him look older where Frankie had maintained a bit of boyishness into his forties. Neither had ever wanted for the company of women.

“Don’t let him come.” Your words were sharp and cut through Frankie’s panting and murmuring and the squelching of his cock against the back of Santi’s throat. The men immediately stilled, and Frankie’s cock was left wet with saliva and his hands tight fists at his sides. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathed deeply, and willed himself back from the edge.

“It’s your turn now, Frankie. Help Santiago. Get him close. Frankie’s heart pounded in his chest, suddenly unsure of his own abilities. Frankie knew exactly what to do for women, knew what to do for himself, knew how he liked to be touched, but he wasn’t sure how to touch his best friend to make him feel good and he really wasn’t sure what you wanted to see. He took a deep breath, and decided he would stick with what he knew.

Frankie pushed Santi backwards by his hips, smirking down at him before looking back to you. “He likes taking directions, doesn’t he? He likes being good.” Then turned back to Santi. “You’re going to be good aren’t you?” Not waiting for a response, he shoved him gently onto the couch, anchoring his hips with both hands and kissing down Santi’s woolly jaw, down his neck, across his scarred shoulder, then slowly back to suck dark marks across his throat. He could feel the vibration of the other man’s soft moans, it ignited something familiar in him, a need to take him apart, explore every piece, study and commit it all to memory, tuck it away for reference, become the expert on his needs. Not now, though. Now he just settled between Santi’s knees.

You crossed the room to sit on your knees next to your boyfriend, up close you could see the shine of saliva on his chest, hear his heavy breaths as Frankie took his twitching cock in hand and began to stroke him in long, firm movements. “You’re hard as a fuckin’ rock, Pope. You like this? Like letting your girl watch you suck my cock? Yeah. You like getting on your knees,too. Did good, Pope. Almost had me coming down your throat.” Santi whimpered at Frankie’s words, closing his eyes, furrowing his thick brows.

Licking his lips, Frankie moved slowly, lowering his head, licking a wide, slow stripe up the underside of Santi’s cock, mimicking the way he ate pussy, something he knew he excelled at.

Your eyes met Frankie’s as he continued licking and swirling his tongue over your boyfriend’s shaft. The sight sent a fresh wave of arousal to your already dripping core. You imagined him between your own legs, his expert tongue and wide hands working you to your release.

Santi’s whimpering and squirming brought you back to the moment, reminding you that this was for your pleasure, not theirs. You are in control, and they’ll do what you say. Breathlessly, you command Frankie to stop,and he sits back, panting and needy, but obedient. His hand splayed over your thigh, silently begging for you to give him his next command. You placed your hand over his, admiring the difference in size and texture, his much larger and rougher than your own, callused and rough with thick veins across the back, but his nails were blunt and clean. You squeezed his hand before turning your focus to Santi, who was watching how you looked at his friend. He recognized the lust in your eyes, recognized the same in himself. When he shifted closer to you, you reached for him, pulling him into a kiss.

You didn’t need to open your eyes to know Frankie was watching intently, canting his hips, searching for relief he wasn’t due. You simply held out your hand for him and he rose, planting his knees between yours and Santi’s so that he could straddle your legs at the same time before inviting himself into your kiss, licking at where your lips met, mouthing at you and his former squad mate, noses bumping.

Santi broke the kiss, pulling Frankie by his thick curls into a deep kiss of their own before guiding his face to the apex of your thighs.

“Show me what you can do, Frank. Santi’s been telling me you’ve got quite a reputation. I really want to see for myself what kind of skills you have. See if you really are “the pussy-eating king.”

How devious he looked, lips curling into a smirk at your challenge.

“Alright, cariño. I’ll show you, but don’t be disappointed when nobody ever does it good enough after this.”

He didn’t waste any more time. He pulled you down the couch so you were on the edge of the cushion, and lifted your knees. “Hold her knee, Santi.” The men worked as a team, it should have been no surprise. Santi’s familiar hand held your left knee up and out, giving Frankie unfettered access while he kissed you, licking into your mouth, grunting into you as you lazily stroked your husband’s cock.

Frankie rubbed over the soft skin of your thighs with his warm, rough hands. He squeezed and kneaded and worked his way down to your mound, covering it with one hand and gently sliding the heel of his hand to your clit, circling it, rolling it, making you groan into Santi’s mouth, your hand stilling on his cock.

Frankie’s left hand joined his right at your glistening pussy and he let his fingertips slip over your folds, smearing your slick from where it pooled up over your clit, rubbing with intention there before fluttering over your delicate inner folds. You gasped when he thumbed a wet stripe of your own slick over your pebbled nipple, and whined when Santi was quick to cover it with his mouth, tasting you there, cock twitching with need.

You were wetter than you could ever remember being. Almost embarrassingly so. Your pussy, Frankie’s fingers, down onto the couch you dripped, and when he pushed two thick fingers into you, the wet sounds were obscene. He twisted his wrist, licked and sucked your throbbing clit, groaning and humming against you as he worked you diligently toward your orgasm.

Santi’s eyes were locked to where Frankie devoured you, even as he kissed you and kneaded your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples, helping push you closer to the edge.

“Fuck. Doin so good do us, baby. Look at you. This what you wanted? Want him to make you come?”

You whimpered into Santi’s cheek, nodding, delirious with pleasure so many sensations overwhelmed you. “Close!” You managed finally. Frankie had taken his sweet time about your cunt, applying his tongue, his lips, his fingers with precision, easing you up to the apex of pleasure. With one last focused effort, he tongues your clit while he crooked his fingers against the spot inside you that he knew would finish you off.

You writhed, squeezing his head between your thighs while Santi kissed you messily, letting your climax wash over you until you were dazed and panting, too sensitive to move.

One of them handed you your drink and you sipped it as you came back to yourself, only then seeing the hungry way they looked at you. Santi ran his land through your hair and Frankie kissed your thigh and rubbed your knee.

“Frankie that was amazing. Santi, thank you.” You kissed Santi again, grateful that he was so willing and happy to let another man, his best friend eat you out to the best orgasm you’d ever gotten from oral, and possibly ever. But you knew that wasn’t where this would end. You placed your empty glass on the table and reached for Frankie, kissing him, unsure if that was crossing a boundary, but too deep into this dynamic to care. You pulled him onto the couch, sandwiching yourself between the men. Frankie leaned in to kiss you again, the force pushed you back into Santi’s warm chest and you felt his scratchy chin on your shoulder, voice soft, urging you onto Frankie’s lap.

“Don’t you want to show him how grateful you are? Why don’t you help him now, cariño?”

You turned to kiss Santi, but the moment was interrupted by Frankie’s hand landing a sharp smack on your ass. My turn.

You crawled onto his lap, whining when his cock brushed against your over-sensitive cunt. You settled happily with your arms around his neck, kissing him while he squeezed the plush round of your ass, letting him pull you up to bury his face between your tits, kissing and nipping at your soft skin, breathing deep to smell your sweat and perfume.

“Lift up. Want you to sit on this big cock.” You obeyed, raising enough for him to run the thick head of his cock through your slick folds and tease at your entrance, making you whine until Santi stopped you. “Uh uh. Not like that.” He pulled you to your feet and spun you around. “Like this.” He pushed your hips back and together he and Frankie guided you to sink down the thick length of Frankie’s cock. You squeezed your eyes shut and moved slowly, breathing deeply and adjusting to the full, throbbing, wanting ache of your pussy around him. When you felt ready to move, you opened them to find your husband between your wide open legs, staring darkly at the place where Frankie entered you. The delicate skin stretched so prettily over a big cock. He didn’t think he would ever get the image out of his mind. Neither the sight nor the sound of slapping skin, the harmony of your cries and Frankie’s grunts as he fucked up slowly into you. Not the smell of your arousal, covering all three of you now.

Frankie’s arms were around you, one across your stomach and one across your chest, giving him leverage to fuck your as he saw fit. Soft and crazy or hard and fast. He tried it all and you took it. You took his cock while Santi shifted on his knees, face mere inches from where you were speared on Frankie’s fat cock. He watched you rub your clit in small circles before he knocked your hand away. “Yeah. Look at that. Look at that pretty pussy. Look at how greedy. Think we could both fit?” Santi teased, before spitting onto your pussy. He watched it drip down past your clit before leaning in to lick it back up. He repeated the vulgar action, then sucked your swollen clit between his full lips.

You couldn’t help the pornographic moaning. Frankie cursed in Spanish under you as your clenched around him. When Santi relented, releasing your clit, they spoke strained, clipped sentences to each other in their native tongue. Frankie thrust deeper and Santi resumed his licking, fisting his own turgid member while thumbing at your puffy lips, licking up your slick, then tipping his head lower to press his tongue right over the place where Frankie entered you. He was wild, licking and mouthing as your cunt and Frankie’s cock, laving wet licks over his friend’s heavy balls until Frankie slammed into you one last time, filling you with his hot cum, fucking it deep. As Frankie covered you on the inside, Santi jerked himself to completion, shooting his load onto your cunt in thick white ribbons, lacing it over Frankie’s balls, the bottom of his cock. He admired his work for several moments, heart racing. He watched as Frankie’s cum began to leak out of you and dripped down fo mix with his own on Frankie’s cock.

When the three of you peeled yourselves apart, you relaxed a while on the desecrated sofa, Santi held you and you held Frankie. You ran your hands through his sweat damp curls, kissed his neck tenderly, told him how good he did. You gave Santi the same treatment, showering him with adoration and gratitude for agreeing to this and for helping you bring Frankie into the fold.

“Next time,” Santi suggested, “we should film it.”

[starfall-dream]

So here is how I interpret the villains in my au. This will be kinda short, since for Gortash and Orin I'm basing it off of stuff I've read on their wikis.

Ketheric will be platonic, while I'll keep Gortash and Orin in between (subject to change). If anyone has any ideas, platonic or romantic, for them, please feel free to send them in.

This is a repost from my main blog.

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Ketheric 

I think Ketheric is drawn to reader because of their association with Isobel. Ketheric cares about his daughter so much, so to see reader try so hard to protect her definitely stirs something in him. It's not much, but it's enough to make an impact. 

Ketheric definitely sees reader as another version of his daughter, a distant memory that he tries so hard to hold onto. When he hears about readers involvement with the Harpers, he starts to worry about them, a strange and distant feeling overwhelming him. He doesn't like it, but he also doesn't do anything to prevent it. 

I mentioned in this post, but Ketheric eventually becomes consumed by his delusions. He views reader as his surrogate child, and until his death, fights to get them on his side. He doesn't want to lose anyone he cares about again, even if that means tearing down everyone and anything in his way. 

Gortash 

Gortash is a little tricky to place. He seems like a mixture of Orin and Ketheric in the sense that he's protective and sadistic. He takes pleasure watching you struggle, but at the same time he's fascinated by your claims that you're from another world. Part of him doesn't believe you, he thinks you're crazy. But he sees the way that your companions treat you and thinks that you're something valuable. 

Gortash is like Orin in the sense that you're something shiny and new to own. He's like Ketheric in the sense that eventually, he does want to get to know who you are. He's fascinated by you and your ability to capture people, especially since you don't even seem to be aware of it. 

In game, if I'm correct, Gortash gets you to form an alliance with him, and you eventually betray him (again I could be wrong, I haven't played the game in a while). I think this holds true to how reader is treated when he grows close to them, he manipulates reader into believing that he can find a way for them to get home, only never to deliver on that promise. Of course, it doesn't go that way in reality, but that's his plan. 

Orin 

Orin is the definition of sadistic. That isn't going to change just because she's obsessed with you. I think Orin is the type of person who ends up hating herself for the feelings she has for you. She ends up blaming you for making her feel too much, and that reflects the way she treats you. 

Most of the thoughts she has about you revolve around wanting to kidnap you and open you up, in the most literal sense. She wants to learn more about you, but to her that involves cutting you open and gazing at your insides. But she's also conflicted, because she doesn't want to lose you, she likes how combative you are and how you make things a challenge for her. She wouldn't want to lose that. 

I don't know much about the Dark Urge, so I can't really comment on how that plays a role in her relationship with you, so if any of you have any thoughts please feel free to send them in.

[an1-d0lly-h3lly]

~Sailor Chibi Non and Shiny Helios~

Greetings gals and pals!!!! For today here I have a Sailor Moon tribute artwork to show y'all since I've been pretty stoked for Sailor Moon: Cosmos to come out and return to our hearts as an ex-fan of the franchise!!! I have been planning to watch Cosmos with my older brother as he has also grown up with the Sailor Moon anime as well. Now I honestly don't know what came to my lil' mind while creating this image, but I believed h-hey, it actually pretty much worked out!!! When I was getting into Pripara early, Non pretty much always reminded of Sailor Chibi Moon in some way or the other, they're both rabbit oriented characters, their voices sound pretty similar, they're both smaller versions of the MCs (main characters) of their series and have mascots (Usacha and Diana) that are also supposed to be smaller mimics of their respective originals (Usagi and Luna), they both try so hard to copy their respective role models by forming their own little teams, (Nonsugar, Janis, and Shinya and the Amazoness Quartet as Sailor Chibi Moon's respective guardians, Sailor Saturn, and Helios) and their curious competitive, bratty, upstart, youthful, brave, kawaii, and complex personalities are pretty similar. Also for Shinya, even though not shown in Pripara yet, fans of Pripara have been shown to excessively ship Shinya and Non together (known as "ShiNon") since their birthdays are extremely close, their birthdays are EXTREMELY close, it is said that their seiyuus are close friends, and because they're basically pretty much Japan's Duncney at this point just sillily saying as a lil' Total Drama fan lol... but geez fans can get carried away sometimes smh!!! Anyhow, I thought the classic phrase "if you can't beat them, join them." that's what I did, plus did I mention, Shinya is one of my FAVORITE Pripara characters!!! I looove him, as for Helios as well, he's literally a living breathing bishounen HELPPP and both bois are sooo cool!!! But overall in retrospect, DAMN THIS WAS FUN AS HELL TO MAKE!

P L E A S E R E A D:

Both characters, Manaka Non and Oedo Shinya all belong to the Pretty All Friends series, which RIGHTFULLY belong to Syn Sophia, Takara Tomy Arts, and ALL of the other companies + owners of the Pretty All Friends franchise, and Sailor Chibi Moon and Helios RIGHTFULLY belongs to Kodansha, Naoko Takeuchi, Tokyopop, and all of the other companies + owners of the whole entire Pretty Guardian: Sailor Moon franchise, therefore Manaka Non and Oedo Shinya are NOT my original characters, and the outfits that I have made the characters wear are NOT my original outfit either, however this IS my original fanart.

Do NOT steal

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Do NOT claim as your own(If you do any of 1-3, I will find ways to REPORT you)

This is just fanart so please do not take personally, however if I have done something that is discriminatory, please let me know IMMEDIATELY, and I promise that I will issue as soon as possible.

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[wimbearn]

To start off 2024 strong, I've made free profile pictures of each and every Eeveelution! Feel free to use as long as you don't profit off of them or repost without my credit (please do credit me if using as profile pic; it helps me out a lot). I put some love and effort into drawing them; Vaporeon is my favorite I've drawn. I recommend using them for Instagram as it's the size I've picked but you can adjust the size for other social media (Tumblr, Twitter, etc.) in Photoshop.

I'm going back to college Wednesday so I'm gonna be busy but I hope to push out new art and maybe make future free profile pictures for ya'll if you like these Eeveelution drawings!

Donations are optional (you can also commission me) at: ko-fi.com/wimbearn

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[ttaffanartsfandom]

Repost:

(October 30th, 2022)

Title: "Talking Tom as Vampire"

Mini Tom

I literally started from the beginning of this new style to use actual brush to make it easier for him to transform perfectly into look detailed. I've done so much improving in this process, including the lighting quality of literary shiny ! I also made a mini of him cuz i wanna make a mini version based on original design characters that have nothing to do with it or anything it makes cuter :3

In the back early, the Halloween edition was absolutely bizarre to make through years look absolutely different than u think I'm getting improvement in this job. Alongside as much effort as myself, I did a good spot of lines, but it's really unfair when it takes you so much time to finish progress, neither did i. It's almost gives me complex reasons for hidden complications with certain has. Was..like....confidence type of situation, for example. I'd enjoy myself to make them look canon colors to make an official concept illustration piece of art, ikykykk..

Do NOT steal/trace/save without permission (only if you ask me permission, first in my dm, unlike any of you all, didn't see my watermarks). Thanks :)

Characters: Talking Tom from ttaf

Program I used for very usable software: IbisPaint X (professionally !)

Hope you enjoy my artwork🫶🏽

[ariparri]

Jokers' Beast Tamer

The Hogwarts Mystery Cardverse is an AU that takes place in a fantasy land called Cinderhaven. There are five regions, four of them representing a suit of cards; Spades, Clubs, Hearts, Diamonds. The final region representing the Jokers.

HPHM Cardverse Masterlist

Warnings: None

Tag List: @catohphm @lifeofkaze @eternalchaoschocolaterain @oneirataxia-girl

If you want to be updated on content for the AU, let me know and I'll put you on the tag list!

A/N: It's done, Charlie’s drawing is finally done! (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) I pushed this one aside for a while because I was too ambitious with it. I saw the dragon after I finished the sketch and realized, “oh crap what have I done to myself” but it turned out okay _(┐「ε:)_

Now that Charlie is done, who do you think I should work on next for the Jokers? I also need to update the character region list.

I wanted to write more but I was struggling to put this down into a good backstory, so I’ll just give you all a shortened version of it here (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Charlie was traveling with Bill looking for jobs. While they were ready to leave Diamonds, Charlie misses his train after watching a couple nifflers run off into the woods with a bunch of shiny objects. Curiosity got to him and he ended up chasing after them. After chasing the nifflers for a while, he stumbles upon the area where all the creatures are held within the Jokers' Domain. He was instantly drawn to the dragons, because of course, it’s Charlie Weasley xD The creatures around him were quite easy to calm down and interact with.

❌ NO REPOSTING ❌

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Charlie Weasley, originally from the Kingdom of Hearts, followed his older brother Bill traveling through the other regions of Cinderhaven for more opportunities. Although he loved his home, there wasn’t really much that had caught Charlie’s interests to work within his region with Hearts’ emphasis on beauty and elegance. In truth Charlie liked the idea of adventure, experiencing new things the other regions can offer.

Charlie has a very strong bond with the animals and creatures, and will even have a friendly wrestling match with the larger creatures. If it was your first time visiting the Jokers, you would think this man to be crazy for taking on a creature much larger than him. But rest assured, Charlie Weasley is more than capable of taming any of the creatures within the Jokers’ petting zoo. He’s also very protective of them and does not take anyone’s teasing and taunts lightly. While he’s both brave and friendly, Charlie can also be slightly clumsy at times. Once as he was feeding the puffskeins, he tripped over a few of them as they scurried around his feet, causing the entire feed to spill all over him.

[tunglo]

repost of an old blog post for my new Ken era...

Today [March 13th] is Ken Day! Kenneth Sean "Ken" Carson first hit store shelves in 1961 and, in a move that preceded reality TV by a decade or three, we all got to watch as Barbie met the man of her dreams.

Since then Ken has gone through almost as many incarnations as Barbie herself and had over 40 different careers. In celebration of all that fantastic plastic, here are just ten of the top Ken dolls produced over the years...

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The 'fun' of shaving Ken has been a staple of his repertoire over the years; there are versions from 1996, 1999, 2010, and 2019.

But, as ever, it's the original that's best. Here is 1979's Sport & Shave Ken. Not only did he come with this spiffing tennis outfit, he also had a shaving mug, two 'razors', and a marker pen of your very own to draw on Ken's facial hair...

According to the brochure: "It's Ken with a whole new look for the 1980s. He's athletic. He's all man."

Indeed.

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Cool Times Ken.

Never has a name been quite so misleading.

There's a reason Pixar went with this Ken era for the Toy Story movies, and it certainly wasn't because of Ken's close relationship with the concept of cool.

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Sometimes your problem is not that Ken has too much facial hair. It's that he just doesn't have enough. Luckily 1972's Mod Hair Ken had you covered. The same idea was utilised again in 1975 for The Now Look Ken, except this time around his hair was longer to capture the true essence of mid 70s cool.

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Ken has been a doctor many times - 1963, 1992, 1995, 1996, 1997, 2011, 2018 - but 1987's offering beats the rest hands down. Not only is Ken a doctor, but you can fold the lapels of his shiny nylon medical coat down and he's ready for a night of wining and dining!

What a doll.

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What more can I say?

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According to Keeping Ken, this shot with Wedding Day Alan was an official Mattel postcard

In 1993 Mattel redesigned Ken to fulfil little girls' requests that Barbie's beau be cooler. Ken was now so cool he was attracting interest from all quarters, including the US gay community who were sure Ken's cock ring necklace came straight - heh - from the club scene. As a result Earring Magic Ken sold out for Christmas '93, and remains the best selling Ken doll of all time in spite of Mattel discontinuing and recalling the doll once they realised Ken's secret was out of the closet...

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In 2010 Mattel released Sugar Daddy Ken, so named - they say - because he owns a little dog called Sugar.

Hmmm.

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Back in 2004, just in time for Valentine's Day, Barbie ditched Ken in favour of Australian surfer dude, Blaine. Blaine O'Hare - or at least his face sculpt - began life in 1998 when Totally Yo-Yo Skipper was initially set to gain a new friend called Zach. Though he never actually made it into production, his features were used for 1999's Generation Girl Dance Party Blaine.

The Generation Girl line followed Barbie's time at high school in NYC, introducing a variety of new friend dolls and spawning another Blaine in 2000. When he returned in 2004 Blaine had wisely dropped the 'curtains' hairstyle and traded in New York for California. In this continuity the pair met through Blaine's younger sister, Summer, who was good friends with Barbie.

In fact, voting was held through the Barbie.com website to determine who Cali Girl Barbie ought to go for - Ken, Blaine, long time pal Steven, another newcomer named Diego, or stay single. We all know how that went. Ken went away to lick his wounds for a couple of years, but in 2006 he was back with a new look. It wasn't enough for Barbie to take him back though and the pair remained 'just good friends' until another PR campaign saw them get back together in 2011.

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The Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse webseries is awesome.

Launched in May 2012, it pokes fun at the entire Barbie mythos and did more to give Ken a personality than any other Mattel project. We learn that Ken loves inventing, is addicted to sherbet, and suffers from Hyper Cuteness Sensitivity Disorder...

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This year Ken is finally taking control of his own destiny. Well. His own laundry, at any rate...

[harakanvarpu]

Yooo new art!

This is my oc Riki's fiancée Lilia that I finally designed. I always knew she's shiny, but otherwise she never had a v specific design in my mind. This is at least a similar rp au version of her as the young Riki pic I have somewhere on this blog as well. They're both the same age in these pieces.

✿ No reposting please~! Reblogs are cool! ✿

[runningracingdancingchasing]

YOUR MUSE'S INVENTORY. [original meme from @treasurechestrpmemes​.]

rules: list the things your muse carries in their pockets or bags in their every day life. (optional: explain their significance.) repost, don’t reblog.

For the sake of the meme, I’m going with modern AU version. She doesn’t have pockets in canon, even though I know she’d love them.

POCKETS.

Phone - Rapunzel’s phone case is one she designed herself. She has several, all with her own art on them. Despite it not being the style anymore, she always alters her phone cases to allow for charms, and tends to keep a golden sun charm and a feather on each case. The variety of feather is different, depending upon the case its on. It never matches, but contrasts, to add more color.

Something she found on the ground - She’s a magpie, and anything that’s shiny, interesting, colorful, or artistically useful will go straight into her pocket (unless it’s in her hair). Every day, she empties her pockets and sorts through her new treasures. Some of them get permanently moved to her bag

Keys - Be they car keys, door keys, or old fashioned antique-looking keys that she claims opens a magic treasure box, Rapunzel always carries at least one key in her pockets.

Lip balm - She prefers bees wax lip balm, and that tends to work better if it’s a little warmed up. Keeping it in her pocket keeps it at an ideal temperature for application.

Something to tie her hair back with - Whether it’s a ribbon, rubber band, scrunchy, leather strip, string of beads or whatever, she’s always got something in her pocket to pull her hair back with, including a few bobby pins for when she finds something she wants to put in her hair that just won’t stay put.

Card wallet - rather than carrying her money in her obvious purse, she keeps a small card wallet in her pocket. There’s cash in the back of it, too, for tips and charity.

Worry stone - She has a chunk of perfectly clear tumbled quartz that’s the perfect shape for holding between her first two fingers and thumb. One plane of it has the slightest of indents in it, and she uses it as a fidget, rubbing her thumb against the indented plane.

BAG. — She calls it her Adventure Bag. It’s teal, and can easily be worn either on one shoulder or cross-body. She’s painted all over it, and hangs decorations from the O rings.

Sungalsses - Though she likes to see the world with her own eyes, and although she loves the sun, sometimes it’s just too bright and she needs her shades. 

Pocket transfers - after sorting through her pockets at the end of the day, some things get moved to her bag, either temporarily or long-term. These are usually things like small rocks she wants to keep with her, buttons, charms, or feathers she wants to add to her bag decoration.

Sketch pad and pencil - An artist on the go  still needs to draw, and when she’s out and about, she prefers the mechanical method, rather than digital.

Small lined notebook and pen - To make quick lists or jot down ideas she has while out and about.

Brush - Even when her hair is short, she never got out of the habit of carrying a brush with her.

Small flashlight - You never know when adventure will lead you to a dark place!

Sunblock - For those days when the UV index is just too high to feel good.

First aid kit - From bandages to antiseptic spray to a tourniquet, Rapunzel is prepared to come across injuries.

Snacks - Usually nuts, granola bars, fruit snacks, or other non-perishables.

[wiingedxwolf]

I'm too weird to live, but much too rare to die.

Hai! My name is Shiny! I haven't had a Tumblr in ages, but decided I'd swing back here after finding myself fall into Hakuouki again recently (I was active here about seven years ago as gheleonsdemise, and more recently, resshiiram. I've been reposting some old stuff of mine from there.) I wanted somewhere to gush about a new original character I created for Okita Souji, who can pry from my cold, dead hands. I missed him so much more than I realized, apparently. I cleared all the routes on the 3DS version, about half of the Kyoto Winds one on Vita, and really want to get the Switch version

I also play games like Final Fantasy XIV (My BlueSky is primarily dedicated toward that, and yes, I have ships there, too), Destiny (for ten years, baby) and whatever other game is currently striking my fancy. My ask box is open, so feel free to drop by and say hi. I've done some growing (at least, I like to think I have) in the past seven years, so if we knew each other then, let's maybe start a blank page? Que sera, sera.

[onsunnyside]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 — Do not plagiarize, copy, repost/republish, adapt or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr, AO3, and Wattpad. My blog is 18+, so minors DNI. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel, etc.). All my works are fiction and may be dark or have triggering content: read all warnings before proceeding.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — DARK THEMES, ELEMENTS & CONTENT. Such as; manipulation, blackmail, non-con, dub-con, violence, kidnapping, etc.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: All my main characters are of legal age and their descriptions are vague to be inclusive to all! (unless specified). All dividers, visuals and moodboards are made by me unless stated otherwise—I make all my visuals, moodboards, and dividers specifically for my stories, masterlists and blog, please don’t steal them. No pictures and gifs belong to me.

【 fluff, smut, angst, dark, (c)ompleted, request 】

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | @onsunnysidelibrary | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

·༓☾ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐀 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐭; series ⤜ d, f, s, a, r

✧࿐ Being an omega made you a victim to cruel destinies, trapped in roles designed to keep you submissive and quiet. Alphas have been on their shiny, golden pedestals for far too long and the world needed to change, and if it had to start with you at a college notorious for being ruled by alphas, then so be it. [dark A/B/O college au, dark alpha!fratboy!Ari Levinson x omega activist!reader, HC Verse]

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲; series ⤜ d, f, s, a, r

✧࿐ Steve Rogers is the prideful golden-haired captain of the football team, the vice president of Arcadia Phi, and a gleaming star amongst the dull, forgettable faces of school. He shines with domineering entitlement and an unbreakable resolve, and you were doomed from the moment you stepped onto campus. Based on this ask. [dark A/B/O college AU, dark alpha!fratboy!Steve Rogers x omega sorority!reader, HC Verse]

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨; mini series ⤜ soft!d, f, s, a

✧࿐ When the innocent lamb is lost and alone, beasts are bound to come—only in your case, they’re disguised as virtuous, charming shepherds. [soft!dark Steve Rogers x naive!reader, soft!dark Ransom Drysdale x naive!reader, pining, possessive behaviour]

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬; series ⤜ d, f, s,

✧࿐ Ari has spent too long protecting you from the big bad world and all the monsters who inhabit it—including himself—for you to belong to someone else. [soft dark!stepbrother!Ari Levinson, innocent!reader, university au, stepcest, grey character undertones, fratboy!Ari, innocent/virgin!reader]

𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚; (HCV Alternative Version) collection ⤜ d, f, s, a 

✧࿐ Draped in power, gold and glory—the alphas of Arcadia Phi set their sights on you, the new omega freshman. [dark A/B/O college AU, dark alpha!fratboy!cevans characters x omega!reader, HC Verse Alternative Version]

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲; one shot ⤜ s, d, r (c)

✧࿐ Sometimes the kindest souls suffer the most. Based on this ask. [dark!dilf!Ari Levinson x innocent!babysitter!reader, virgin!reader, fake relationship-esque]

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰; one shot ⤜ d, s (c)

✧࿐ Beware the quiet ones. [dark stalker!Ari Levinson, college au, IT guy!Ari, camboy!Ari, outcast!Ari, somnophilia]

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭; mini series ⤜ soft!d, s (c)

✧࿐ Your friends said Ari was playing with your little heart and pushed for you to end things, but it takes a lot more than a breakup text to get rid of him. And your stupid friends should’ve known better. [Ghostface!Ex-Boyfriend!Ari Levinson x airhead!reader. Murderer!Ari, possessive/obsessive behaviour, aphrodisiac, dumb!reader, manipulation, stealthing]

𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐈…; one shot

𝐖𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐲?; one shot

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝; alternative dark version ⤜ s, d

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞; alternative dark version ⤜ s, d

[tommeraas-cc]

Annasophia Transparent Dress (#17) - TØMMERAAS

Saw a version of a sheer butterfly top and couldn't get it out of my head, so I made it into a dress!

IMPORTANT NOTICE: This dress utilizes the simglass and transparency shader, which may not appear properly on lower quality graphics settings. Issues like shiny spots and malfunctioning transparency will most likely occur if you do not play with the highest graphics options. therefore I do not recommend this download for anyone with lower specs computer or anyone who plays on lower settings.

*another note: this outfit includes transparent panels and therefore conflicts with leggings/tights as they use the same texture space. this is not a malfunction of the cc and is a result of the way the game layers textures.

- f toddler - outfit category - custom thumbnails for each swatch - 15 swatches - new mesh (base game compatible) - all LODs - all maps - HQ compatible (previews taken with HQ enabled)

please do not repost anywhere, thanks! if you recolor, do not include the mesh.

download (SDOM)

[roguish-flair]

*drags this sideblog from the dead after over two years* Look who’s reposting her Everybody Goes to Harry’s series from FFnet! I gave it a little polish and now it’s a shiny new penny :o)

For context, LJ-style for nostalgia (and also bc useful info):

Series: Everybody Comes To Harry’s Series summary: There’s a little bar off the beaten track in Central City that caters to the more unsavoury sort of clientele – like the Rogues. Sooner or later, everybody goes to Harry’s.

Title: A Meeting of Rogues Characters: DCAU Rogues, Captain Cold, Heatwave(*), no pairings Summary: They say your first heist is something you always remember. It certainly was the case for Mick Rory the first time he tried a bank job as Heatwave.

(*) yes, Heatwave, not Heat Wave, because that’s always how I’ve seen the DCAU version spell it.

[miracle-sham]

Instead of Dead, Become Two Dragons in Red.

| {MaribatMarch2020 — Week 1, Day 5: Transformation} |

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] |

| {Repost due to original post disappearing from the tags.} |

| Triggers/Warnings: Violence/Implied Violence, Animal Transformation, Explicit Language/Some Swearing, Implied/Referenced Character Death (but not really), Polyamory (not really a trigger/warning but if you don't like Polyamory then this isn't for you). |

| For Gotham vigilantes, rampaging magic-users always make for an interesting fight, that is of course, provided one doesn't get hit by any stray bolts of magic. However for Parisian heroes, it's just your typical Tuesday Akuma situation. |

| Word Count: 3232 |

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| A/N: Hi! I'm not dead, sorry for how long I took to respond to comments, I got hit by a nasty cold then sinusitis so I lost basically all my Maribat March prep time thanks to that, so I just barely managed to finish this ficlet/oneshot for today, anyway I hope you guys enjoy, and if enough people enjoy it, I'll make a second part to this oneshot because I had to cut so much material and it'd be nice to be able to use it still. |

| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics, or a specific Au, then comment or send me a DM/ask! |

| Also side note, Don't Like? Don't Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

==‹›==

Zzzzt-crackle-woosh, a purplish-black bolt of unstable magic flies through the air, just barely grazing passed Dragonbug's side as she flips across the gap between two buildings. Cheerfully, she calls out “Missed again!”

The villain, an amorphous black shadow with dripping molten gold eyes and donning a ruddy patchwork hooded robe (which suffice to say, looks suspiciously like a rip-off wizzrobe from the Legend of Zelda, that or a faceless Gregorian based cultist extra from a film or TV show), scowls furiously, “Oh fuck you! I'm trying my best here!” and blasts another bolt of purplish-black magic towards her.

Conveniently located on the roof she just landed on, is an air vent. She cartwheels behind it and manages to dodge the bolt by a good metre or so. “Well, your best sucks and so does your aim!”

The wizard-villain screeches in fury, “Well my aim wouldn't suck if you didn't keep moving like a goddamn Duracell bunny!”

Dragonbug snorts. “Yeah but firstly, I'm dragon and ladybird themed, not bunny-themed; the bunny theme's already taken anyway. And secondly, where's the fun in that?”

As soon as she says that, her earpiece crackles as Red Robin pipes up on the comms channel. “Ready to see some fireworks?”

“Oh, you bet!” She responds, all too gleefully.

There's a faint clink-woosh-woosh-woosh and out of the corner of her eye, Dragonbug sees a blur of a small round silver ball arcing through the air towards the wizard-villain who's quite stupidly standing in the same place. As the silver ball disappears from her view, she hears a clatter of clink-clink-clink followed by a bwoosh and a bright flash of white light. At this moment, Dragonbug is so glad the Miraculous suits protect against flashbangs of all things.

The wizard-villain screams and once the flash of light fades, Dragonbug can see that they've fallen to their knees, in the middle of the street.

Dragonbug frowns and eyes their form, then double-taps her comms. “Hey, is it me or does our rip-off wizzrobe-magic-cultist look somewhat unresponsive?”

Her earpiece crackles again as Red Robin answers, and really someone should give these things a maintenance check, the crackling can be so distracting. “Our wizzrobe-magic-cultist is looking pretty unresponsive to me too. It could be a trap though because I swear I didn't use one of my knockout flashbangs.”

She nods, despite the fact he can't see her; which upon realising this, she flushes red in embarrassment. After clearing her throat to compose herself, she tilts her head to the side. “That's concerning, unless our rip-off wizzrobe-magic-cultist is susceptible to flashes of light.” She pauses, frown deepening, “You don't think they've got epilepsy do you?”

There's a slight rustle before Red Robin responds, “No, that's not what an epileptic seizure looks like. Again this could be a trap, or they could just be stunned. Either way, we should hurry but be careful.”

“Right.” Dragonbug scurries over to the edge of the roof then flips her way down to the ground. As she lands, she just spots Red Robin vaulting across an overturned car. As he catches sight of her, she gives him a thumbs up, which he returns.

Dragonbug then nods to him and he nods back, silently communicating their plan. They both start to slowly approach the wizard-villain in a pincer movement, her to the left and him to the right.

Red Robin reaches to his bandoliers and whips out a pair of manacles. He skulks behind the wizard-villain and goes to handcuff when the wizard-villain starts cackling maniacally. The laughter is quickly followed by a forming orb of purplish-black light—the same light as the magic bolts.

Oh, fuck! Is Dragonbug's only thought as she immediately dives at Red Robin, who's started backing away; she uses herself to try and block him from the still-forming orb. Please let the Miraculous magic protect us both! She silently begs as the orb expands exponentially, unfortunately enveloping them both completely in a fraction of a second

The maniacal laughter is the last thing they both hear as they're violently launched backwards into an alleyway, and everything fades to black.

==‹›==

Kagami's lounging on the sofa at Tim's Nest and binging Netflix, when the red alert rings across all the comms units.

“Shit,” Oracle falters, “Red Robin and Dragonbug are down. Dragonbug's signature has disappeared from our systems and her comms aren't responding. All Red Robin's vitals are down, his suit isn't registering any more signs of life. But I'm still getting warnings that the villain they were fighting is still active, so everyone available needs to converge on Red Robin and Dragonbug's last known location.”

Fear immediately seizes Kagami's heart, no please, please don't be dead my loves. She double-taps her comms. “I'm suiting up as Kuro Neko, I'll be at the location in three.”

With that said, Kagami flings herself off the sofa. She glances around the room for Plagg who's halted in his eating of cheese and giving her a sad but cryptic look. Her eyes flicker to the window and he nods almost imperceptibly.

“Plagg, claws on.” There's a woosh as the poisonous green light washes over her, donning her in the Kuro Neko suit. She flexes her claws for a split second, tail whipping back and forth furiously, before darting over to the window and vaulting out of it.

As soon as she's out the window, Kuro Neko extends her baton down and begins pole-vaulting her way across the rooftops and over towards where her significant others were last.

==‹›==

When Dragonbug returns to consciousness, the first thing she notices is that she can't move, nor see, nor hear. But she can feel, and unfortunately that means she feels a strange painful pulsing throughout her entire body, as well as an excruciating aching sensation. The second thing she notices is that she's curled up on the ground and her head, or the world, is spinning somewhat. Anyway, I can safely say I'm not doing so good right about now, big ouch.

The first of her other senses to return is her hearing. Which immediately makes her hiss in pain from the sudden cacophony seemingly coming from somewhere above her? She pauses, then realises that something's not quite right, hey wait a minute, why'd my hiss sound so weird? Something's not right, although I suppose that's kinda obvious now, but still! Oh god, what if I'm dying, or I've been body switched, or—or—or—

Her thoughts are interrupted by a sudden scream of fury, ringing out from above. Which is good because it means Dragonbug doesn't get time to dwell on that particular string of anxious thoughts, but it's also bad because it's loud and causes her to whimper in pain from how loud it is.

“Where the fuck are they? What the fuck did you do to them?” A voice sounding very similar to Kagami yells out.

Wait a second, that doesn't make sense, Red Robin and I didn't call for backup, so why would Kagami suit up on her night off? Dragonbug muses to herself, brain immediately latching onto the next train of thoughts. As she muses, she slowly realises that she's starting to regain the feeling in her limbs. Which is another positive? However, the feel of said limbs, causes her mind to immediately blank and lose the train of thought. While her brain tries to figuratively perform an error message, she does finally manage to crack open her eyes, yay sight.

It's at that moment, Dragonbug's superhero experience/training kicks in. She quickly takes stock of her surroundings and quietly thinks to herself, oh fuck.

It looks like she's in a giant—no massive—version of Red Robin's suit. Have I been shrunk? She wonders for only a brief second as something moves, just out of the area of her view. She turns and squints at the movement. Not a second later, a roughly cat-sized red lizard shuffled into sight.

She squeaks in surprise, then has a minute of wait what because her squeak sounded weird and very concerningly not-human-like.

The red lizard tilts its head to the side and coos at her.

Dragonbug glares at the lizard and tries to back away. Emphasis on tries, because as she does so, she ends up tripping over herself? Confused and extremely concerned now, she glances down and oh.

What. The. Heckles. She slowly spins around, checking out her new form, because she's clearly no longer human. No, she's got a snout, scales, fur—well mane—, claws, a long snakelike body, and a tail. Spinning around, she catches sight of a gleaming piece of shiny silver metal. So does what anyone would in the same situation as her, and scuttles over to it to use it as a makeshift mirror.

The reflection that greets her is… frankly quite adorable but also she's now a tiny little lung/long dragon. Which to be fair, makes quite a bit of sense as she was using the dragon Miraculous and Longg is a lung dragon. Her scales are a pretty red with shimmery golden accents and her mane is a dark red-almost-black colour. Her eyes still have the golden yellow iris and sclera that the dragon Miraculous gives. And the rest of her is all done variation of the gold, brighter red, and darker red. So at least her colour palette doesn't clash. Okay, so the colour palette isn't the most pressing issue here, but also I don't know how to fix this or change back so y'know, I'd rather potentially be stuck like this permanently with a nice colour palette, than one that clashes. But also oh god please don't let this be permanent, there has to be a way to undo this!

In her panic, Marinette doesn't notice the red lizard slinking closer to her. As it reaches her, it gently prods her with one claw; startling her badly and causing her to squeak again, loudly.

The red lizard flinches back and Marinette realises that maybe, just maybe, that's not a random lizard. And that maybe the not-a-random-lizard is actually a drake. A European dragon that hasn't got wings. And Tim. Tim's surname is Drake. A coincidence? I think not! It's got to be Tim!

She stares at the probably-Tim dragon and makes a chirping noise because dragons don't have the same vocal cords as humans, so she can't exactly ask him if that's him or not. A minor nuisance, to say the least.

The red drake mimics her chirp. Then cautiously slinks up to her again.

This close, Marinette can see that she's probably around the size of a ferret, in comparison to him being roughly the same size as a cat.

He flops down half beside, half against her and makes a series of clicks and chirps. She can't help but to tense as he flops but as the seconds pass, she finds herself relaxing bit by bit until she's also flopped over.

Enjoying the peaceful impromptu not-quite-a-cuddle cuddle session with one of her significant others, Marinette does try to keep an ear out for any goings-on above, just in case. But all seems well.

That is until, not even three seconds later, the peacefulness is abruptly shattered by a cacophony of screams, yells, zaps, and loud bangs echoing shrilly from above, before ceasing just as abruptly as it started.

However, the unexpected cacophony still manages to cause Marinette to panic. She tenses with a low whine, hunching slightly, and holds her breath. Alert and anxiously vigilant, she can't help but survey the immediate vicinity again and again and again—looking for anything she missed initially or if anything's changed.

Tim shuffles and stumbles into a sitting position. He nudges her gently in the side of the neck with his snout. He makes a cooing noise, followed by a soft rumble—as if he were trying to imitate a cat's purr.

It takes a few seconds, but his actions start to help calm her down. She takes in a deep breath and mentally reassesses the situation. We've been turned into tiny dragons. We're inside-slash-underneath the Red Robin suit which is on the ground. Before we woke up like this, we were battling a magic-user villain who tricked us. We didn't get time to call in backup before we got hit but it sounds like backup arrived anyway. As far as we know, no one is aware of what happened to us or that we're in-slash-under the suit. We are currently safe for now.

As Marinette reaches the end of the reassessment, she feels much calmer. She makes a low trill-like-purr noise to signal to Tim that she's calmed down.

He sticks his tongue out in a blep and mimics the low trill.

Their second moment of calm is then also interrupted because apparently fate hates peace and calmness or something like that.

“I will ask you once more, Where. Are. They?” Kuro Neko questions.

There's a loud thump-snap, followed by the wheezing cackle of the Wizard-villain. “They're gone! Dead! Erased! Exterminated!” With its piece said, the wizard-villain continues to wheeze and cackle maniacally.

Marinette can't help but shiver in fear at the sound, barely able to squash the rising nausea.

A harsh snap sound echoes loudly in the street and the wizard-villain starts choking wetly.

Kuro Neko hisses something but the red robin suit muffles the words to the point of being indistinguishable.

The minutes drag by and the only sounds of note from above, are inaudible mutterings and the clattering of handcuffs and car doors. They must've handed the wizard-villain over to the police, Marinette thinks.

She's about to go nudge Tim to try and communicate that they probably need to go find somewhere to stash his suit and a place for them to hide until they can figure out how to turn back when a conversation between the vigilantes who arrived for backup catches her attention. Partly because of the topic, and partly because of how close the voices suddenly sound.

“They can't be dead, Red Robin's suit is still there.” Dick—or well more like Nightwing, since he probably arrived as backup as well—stresses.

“But Dragonbug an' her suit's gone. You'd think maybe that there'd be a little more left if just organic matter was destroyed.” Jas—Red Hood mutters, the vocal distorter in his helmet making his tone of voice sound strange.

Or maybe that's just a side effect of getting tiny-dragon-ified, thinks Marinette, things sounding stranger. Although I've not really noticed anything bar the distorted voice sounding weird.

“The Miraculous suits are made of magic, and anyway, Plagg says he can't feel Tikki or Longg's presence anywhere,” Kuro Neko admits, reluctantly. “If all living things in the vicinity of the orb were destroyed, then the Miraculous would have still been left behind.”

“And how d'you know that?” Red Hood asks, sounding both genuinely curious and mildly concerned.

There's a split second of almost icy silence before Kuro Neko responds with a clipped tone. “Akuma.”

“Ah, o'course.” Red Hood comments, voice getting closer again. “Hey, d'you think B will want to stick the Red Robin suit in a memorial case like what he did with my Robin suit?”

“Hood!” Nightwing exclaims in a horrified and almost scandalised tone of voice.

Red Hood snorts.

Marinette flinches, and so does Tim beside her, although probably not for the same reasons as her. I don't think I'll ever get used to how flippantly Red Hood jokes about his death. Even if most Parisians who've died in Akuma attacks use the same sort of gallows humour.

There's a few seconds of silence before someone grabs the Red Robin suit and yanks it upwards, causing Tim and Marinette to tumble out of it with a series of startled squeaks and clicks.

Red Hood is the first to respond to the situation, with an eloquent, “what the fuck.”

Marinette glances up and sees Kuro Neko holding the Red Robin suit and looking rather shell shocked, with Red Hood and Nightwing a few steps away.

“Oh, thank fuck they're alive.” Nightwing half mumbles, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation.

“My loves,” Kuro Neko murmurs leaning down and scooping up Marinette and Tim, “I'm so glad you're okay.”

They both squirm for a minute before relaxing into her arms.

Nightwing frowns. “We should bring them back to the cave, maybe call Zatanna and Wonder Woman.”

“To the cave then.” Kuro Neko nods, hugging Marinette and Tim carefully, making sure not to accidentally hurt or squish them.

Marinette looks up at her significant other and bleps. She then trills, content to be held for the journey back to the Batcave.

Tim however, wrinkles his nose and chirrups in protest, he squirms and tries to escape Kuro Neko's hold—probably wanting to return to the Nest and deal with this on his own instead.

Kuro Neko gives Tim a deadpan stare before expertly pinching the correct pressure point to temporarily paralyse him.

Red Hood gives her a quizzical stare.

“Akuma, as well as kwami.” She responds, sagely.

“Right…” He slowly mutters, shaking his head.

Marinette can't help but burst into laughter at that, only because she's currently a ferret-sized lung dragon, the laughter comes out as a stream of trills and chirps.

Red Hood narrows his eyes at Marinette. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, danger noodle.”

Marinette pouts, whilst internally promising herself that revenge will be swift and pasta themed.

==‹›==

When they finally arrive back at the Batcave. They're greeted by the sight of Batman and Robin at the Batcomputer.

Robin turns and sneers at them. “Of course, trust Drake to pull such an attention-grabbing stunt as this.”

Marinette immediately looks up from her snuggled up position in Kuro Nell's arms and hisses at Robin; Tim however, lets out a world-weary sigh.

“Robin.” Barks Batman, but the reprimand does nothing to quell Robin's hostility.

Fixing a glare at Robin, Kuro Neko starts to stroke Marinette's scales like an evil villain would stroke a cat (much to Marinette's delight). “Need I remind you, how you hesitated upon hearing Oracle inform us that Red Robin's suit ceased reading any signs of life.”

“That was not hesitation! I was merely preparing for Grayson or Fatgirl to become hysterical in their distress.” Retorts Robin, who then stalks away, scowling and red-faced.

Nightwing dithers between going after him or staying to check on Tim and Marinette.

Kuro Neko shakes her head. “Go after him, Marinette and Tim will be fine without you hovering like a mother hen.”

Nightwing flashes her a grateful smile and scampers after Robin.

Kuro Neko then heads over to the medical bay and gently plonks the two dragons onto a cot. “Batman, I believe we will need to do as Nightwing suggested earlier, and call Zatanna and Wonder Woman. As this is a magic situation and I am not as skilled or knowledgeable in regards to magic as my love is.”

“Hhrrm,” Batman growls, already calling up the Watchtower.

Kuro Neko smiles softly as she glances down at her significant others, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Let's hope they arrive soon, otherwise who knows what sort of trouble you two could get into.” She winks.

Marinette chirps, tail flicking side to side eagerly. Whilst Tim perks up slightly and tilts his head to the side, mind probably racing with hundreds of pranks and shenanigans they could pull off whilst in dragon form.

==‹›==

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[jaybug-jabbers]

There are a few more notes I wanted to make about the Legendary pokemon Phancero.

Apparently, a number of people have been reporting some problems when they enter Pokemon Prism’s Glitch City in search of the legend. I never had any problems during my trek into the city, and in fact went there multiple times via save states just to explore and try different things out.

I decided to experiment a bit more yesterday. People in the Prism community were aghast when they heard I was using VBA to play my game. Apparently VBA was one of the emulaters (among others) that tended to have issues with the Phancero encounter. Even when I explained I had run into zero problems in my entire playthrough with VBA, folks were awfully wary about it. Curious, I went back and ran more encounters with Phancero to see if I could replicate the bug.

EDIT: The below info about replicating the glitch is now out of date. I have since discovered I did not, in fact, replicate the glitch others have reported. I will soon post an update with more info. But do continue scrolling to see some other info unrelated to the glitch.

I finally did! The above image is what happens to people. The trick was I had to knock out Phancero instead of capture it. After the encounter, you’re supposed to be immediately warped back home (into the basement of the haunted mansion). This works perfectly fine for me if I capture Phancero, but if you just KO, you’ll be warped to the Glitch City pokemon center instead. There is no way to Fly or Teleport out of here, nor Escape Rope or escape by any other means. You’ll be trapped pernamently in Glitch City.

It finally ocurred to me how fucking fantastic it was that an intentionally created Glitch City for a ROM hack was … glitched. It’s so perfect. In a way, I kind of adore that you’ll be stuck in a glitchy purgatory for all time if you fail to capture Phancero. It seems like a fitting punishment. In all seriousness, for anyone playing the game, if they fail to capture Phancero, I’m sure the majority simply reset the game and try again, like you would with ANY legendary pokemon, so I don’t see much problem with this. Why would you ever knock it out and decide fuck it, let’s just leave? However, some folks used the in-game save while in Glitch City before facing Phancero, and I’m told that caused problems being trapped there too. Which, again … I really appreciate the irony there. If you save in the real Glitch City, you can be trapped forever, too. (if you don’t have Fly) Perhaps it’s just my well-trained instincts that kept me from making that rookie mistake– everyone knows you don’t save in Glitch City. XD

Anyway, it’s recommended you play this game with an emulator specifically for Gameboy games, like BGB or Gambatte. Reportedly, those don’t have those issues with Prism. Somebody talking to me believed it was because those emulators simply emulated Gameboy hardware better. I don’t agree– Glitch City Labs has investigated different emulators’ accuracy and the current VBA did pretty darn good in terms of replicating actual Gameboy behavior (older versions fared a lot less well)– but who knows the reason. It’s certainly possible they’re right about those emulators doing better in some regards, and it does sound logical that an emulator just for Gameboy would do Gameboy games better than an emulator for Gameboy Advance. But I adore my VBA. It’s clean and set up so well and has nice features. So I’m sticking with it, but that’s my choice. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter much. As I said, it works fine for me unless I don’t capture Phancero and why the heck would I ever do that? Furthermore, I believe they’re working to patch the game so the glitch doesn’t appear on all these emulators anyway. So it’ll be moot point soon.

I wanted to report on the bugs anyway, though, for posterity. It’s a pretty neat little glitch in my opinion.

Now, I wanted to also report a few more fun things.

This was one of the things I did while screwing around– had to get a look at Shiny Phancero. Just used a cheat code to see what it looked like. Very handome and kind of reminds me of Ho-Oh a little. I do prefer the original colors, which suit a Ghost-type better. But still a nice shiny!

I also never recorded Phancero’s abilities. It has two; Download or Contrary. The one I grabbed for my playthrough has Download, and that’s probably the best choice of the two. It doesn’t look like it learns many, if any moves, to take advantage of Contrary, but Download is always a welcome choice.

I haven’t delved deep into Phancero’s moveset yet, but I will give a full report on that, as well as my suggested moveset for it, when I’ve looked into it!

This is a repost on a new blog. The original post was on Jan 18, 2017.