#rode blimp

[nineteenninety-six]

HI EJDBJEBJ pls pls can u do a banda sunato imagine?

where he meets reader at the jack of hearts game and he fell in love at first sight and he was not expecting it because he's a serial killer and there he sees reader (doesnt need to be fem) and like gad damn hi why did i just meet u today. and he swears to like,, protect the reader.

bonus ig is that reader is close to chishiya

I change a few things from the episode but hopefully, it still makes sense lol and Banda is ooc. Also, it's funny seeing the likes go up for my Arisu fic since the second season was released.

I made this gn but if you see any gendered language please tell me so I can correct it!

YN trailed behind Chishiya as they entered the prison where the Jack of Hearts game was being held. After being separated from the rest of the group, the two of them were trying to get back to them whilst entering the face card games.

Well, YN was focused on getting back to the group whilst Chishiya took his sweet time, eagerly seeking out the blimps that flew over Tokyo. 

His eyes lit up when he realised that they were near the Jack of Hearts game, and though he says he was not suited for them, YN believed that Chishiya was intelligent to the point he could adapt to all of the card types, except maybe Spades but he would figure a way out for that too as he did with the Tag game.

If it wasn’t for the fact that their visa was going to expire soon, YN would be sitting outside of the prison waiting for Chishiya to return but unfortunately, the borderlands were cruel so here they were putting their life on the line yet again.

They slipped the collars on as instructed and made their way into the guard room where about ten people were waiting and judging from the table of collars by the entrance, it was going to be a high-number player game.

Chishiya found a shadowed alcove where he could see the entrance and everyone else who was already there. YN took their place next to him and together they waited for the rest of the players to join.

Eventually, the last player joined and the tension and fear in the room amplified as the screen in the room lit up and the automated voice rattled through the speakers and everyone’s attention was directed to it.

“Difficulty, Jack of Hearts.”

“Game, Prison Cell”

┆彡

Banda stepped into the guardroom and set his gaze upon the other players in the guardroom. Some nervously avoided eye contact, others squared their shoulders and made themselves bigger as others hid in the shadows.

Nothing unusual, he noted. After all, they were all forced to participate in these death games but some adapted better than others. Some people thrived and dominated the games whilst others simply rode on their coattails, surviving off the backs of others.

Banda turned his attention back to the screen, listening to the instructions as they were explained. 

“Rules. Guess the suit that appears on the back of your collar. However, you cannot see your own suit. The time limit per round is one hour. Five minutes before the time is up enter one of the prison cells and guess what your own suit is. If you do not guess your suit correctly, the game is over for you. When time runs out, your collar will explode and you will die. In addition, your suit will change at every round.”

People fiddled with their collars, twisting and turning but their design made it impossible.

“But we just need to have someone tell us what it is, right? That'll be easy” A young man excitedly exclaims on the other side of the room, bringing Banda’s attention to him and consequently to YN as they move out of the shadows when the man next to them responds.

“I wouldn't be so sure. They haven't told us how to clear the game.”

Banda pays no attention to the voice as it finishes explaining the rules as he was hooked on the mysterious person on the opposite side of the room. 

He was down bad and they hadn’t even shared a word.

┆彡

YN watched as everyone started to team up but distrust was thick in the air. Reality has settled in, it would be hard to clear this game and most will die as distrust and backstabbing fester.

The young man in what YN thought was quite an adorable set-up of a yellow t-shirt and dungarees, turns to them “Hey, let’s tell each other”

“If you want to survive, you need to observe everyone here very closely. You need to remember everyone who doesn’t lie. Besides, I could be the Jack of Hearts myself…”

YN tunes out Chishiya, their gaze focused on the man who is steadily approaching them from the other side of the room. He was cute, with a sweet smile and broad shoulders.

His eyes are only on YN and as he stops in front of them, it pulls Chishiya from his conversation but he remains silent as he watches on.

“Do you want to partner up?” The man asked eagerly, “We’re stronger in pairs.”

Chishiya makes a noise of amusement which causes the man's eyes to flicker over to him.

“...Unless you’ve already partnered up” The man glared slightly at Chishiya

“No, no… we can all group up.” YN quickly spoke up, trying to diffuse the tension between the two men. Chishiya had the ability to piss anyone and everyone off, including YN several times.

When the man looked back over at YN, they introduced themselves, holding out a hand that the man eagerly shook and introduced himself.

“Banda.” He smiles, “Banda Sunato”

YN returns his smile and twists around, showing him the back of their collar, “Do you mind telling me mine?”

Banda steps closer to look at the collar before gently tugging YN back around to face him. The physical contact was unneeded but YN didn’t mind. In fact, they kind of liked it.

“Club.”

YN tells him and Chishiya’s theirs before they have to go into the cells to call out their suit.

There are no deaths this round and everyone breathes a sigh of relief as they step out of their cells. 

Immediately Banda makes their way over to YN with a smile, not wanting to be separated from them for longer than he has to.

Chishiya watches as they head to the food room, racking his brain, trying to remember where he remembers the name Banda Sunato from. 

┆彡

“You know, I wonder how long this will last”

The words of the man next to Banda catch YN’s attention, so they listen in on their conversation.

“Either the Jack will start killing people, or someone who’s afraid they’ll be killed will start killing others. Until one of those things happens, this will never end.” Banda explains.

“That’s exactly right.” Chishiya jumps in.

“As long as we’re all telling each other, we’ll be fine.” The man in the yellow shirt, Ippei, tries to look on the brighter side of things.

YN gives him a sympathetic smile, “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

Their conversation is interrupted by shouting and a young man being shoved to the floor. Everybody turns to watch as a bald man shouts at the frightened younger man to tell him his suit.

YN tries to move forward to help him but is stopped by Chishiya who shakes his head at them, motioning to what Banda was currently doing. 

When YN hears the muffled explosion and thump that echoes through the prison at the end of the round, they realise what Banda had done.

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Banda watches as YN snacks on a packet of cookies, finding everything they do utterly endearing and adorable.

“You know…” He begins to speak, catching YN’s attention, “I would never betray you. I’ll protect you.”

He takes YN’s hand in his, holding it tightly but their moment is interrupted by the arrival of Chishiya.

“Eyy, for all we know you can be the jack of hearts.”

Banda glares at Chishiya. So does YN. Trust him to stir up shit.

“So could you.”

Chishiya points at YN, “They can vouch for me”

Banda looks over to YN who rolls their eyes and nods, “I’ve had the misfortune of knowing Chishiya since I came to the borderlands. He’s not the Jack. Neither am I, by the way.”

Banda quickly shook his head, “I would have never thought that.”

YN saw Chishiya make a face from the corner of their eye but ignored him.

YN didn’t tell Banda that they knew he kickstarted the series of deaths in this game either.

┆彡

Players were dropping like flies. Backing stabbing and fear had crumbled groups until there were only seven of them left. 

Ippei couldn’t take it, the game had broken him and as YN watched him sob on the floor as Chishiya tried to comfort him, they felt bad for him. They understood how these death games took everything from you and if you manage to survive one, you barely have enough time to recuperate before you’re forced to join another lest you want your visa to run out.

When YN heard the muffled explosion at the end of the hour, they knew Ippei chose death. 

Banda approached YN, seeing how upset they were about Ippei, bringing them into a hug and comforting them.

“He’s at peace now.”

YN nodded and snuggled further into his hold, melting into his warmth. YN had needed that hug desperately, the last one they had was with Kuina at The Beach which felt like a lifetime ago. 

YN took a backseat role for the next round, Chishiya told them their suit and vice versa. Watching as he planned something with Banda and Yaba but did not get involved as they laid a trap for Matsushita, the Jack of Hearts.

After the trap fell in place, YN watched as Yaba dragged Matsushita into an empty cell as Banda made his way over to where they were standing and Chishiya made himself scarce, giving them a moment of privacy.

Banda cups YN’s cheek in his hand, “I think this is where we part but we will meet again. I promise you that.”

YN nodded, placing their hand over the one that rested on their cheek, “We will. I know it.”

Banda gave them a rare smile before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on YN’s cheek before he let them go and walked back to the cell Yaba was holding Matsushita in.

As YN and Chishiya left the prison, the blimp above it exploded, signalling the Jack of Hearts had been defeated.

YN cast a worried look back at the prison as they walked further away which Chishiya rolled his eyes at when he noticed.

“You know he is a serial killer right?” Chishiya told them still walking away, “ He’ll be fine”

YN did a double take at his words, “A what?”

“Serial killer. Killed four women”

YN gaped at the back of Chishiya’s head before chasing after him, “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

Chishiya looked behind him and picked up his pace at the sight of YN’s mad face gaining ground on him, “I thought you knew! I thought he told you!”

┆彡

One week later, YN sat outside the supreme court waiting for Chishiya as he played the King of Diamonds game when they heard a voice call out to them.

“Waiting for someone?”

YN looked up and couldn’t help the smile that spread on their face, 

“Banda!”

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party: Halloween Hijinks

Mabel’s Sour to Sweet Halloween

Mabel Pines was not having a good night to say the very least and to think it had started off so well even. She had been invited to a halloween party and she decided to dress up for the occasion in a Playboy bunny outfit which did wonders showing off her stunning form. Her date loved her costume, especially considering how he he eyed her chest which was something she was plenty used to as she loved turning heads and making jaws drop, man and woman alike after puberty had really been a jackpot for her. Unfortunately, her mood soured quickly as it became obvious her boy of the week, not at a stage where his face and name were worth remembering,had only one thing on his mind because of course it was this sort of bullshit she was used to.

Now Mabel may act like she was ditzy, if not a total airheaded bimbo but past failed romances had made her more observant especially since that fateful summer when she was 12 going on 13. So when she noticed the guy slip something into her drink, she immediately asks the bartender for an angel shot while motioning to her soon to be expecting a night of misery pending being dumped date. the bartender nodded in understanding of course and even swapped the drinks for good measure, before motioning to the back office where Mabel went, sat there and waited. While the bartender made a call to the local department, She was annoyed and frustrated that another date went downhill.

Honestly, she blamed the reputation she had and it was easy to see what she meant. Ever since puberty hit and her breasts grew into blimps, she had had a reputation spread by bitter, jealous girls who were clearly just upset that their boys couldn't keep their eyes on them and of of her. Her first plan was to go home, pop open a beer, and finger one out to her favorite Zigzag short vid or film for the night. Unfortunately, that went downhill as she found a text telling her that her brother/roomate, who was the only ride she had as he had a licence, was going back to their pace with a baddie on his arm.

While a part of her was upset, another was glad her brother was finding someone to have fun with, when it was at this point, the officer who was sent to handle her situation, none other than Krillin, finally arrived and loaded the guy into the back seat of his cruiser, while Mabel rode in front figuring the compact cop wouldn’t mind helping her out. As the raiser drove on down along the nighttime streets, She couldn’t be help but eye Krillin and recognized his face, having thought he seemed kind of familiar. Though she highly doubted this is the same guy who was none other Don Juan Sanchez, the famous a human porn star of many of Double Z’s growing library of human dude on furry female works, but she could see too many similarities. And given her current level of pent up frustration, it was giving her some naughty ideas….

Deciding to play it cool and steady, She asked if he was upset, having noticed the slight deadpan look on the cop’a face with Krillin answering that he originally had plans to go trick or treating with his wife and daughter. But of course because apparently a co worker decided to be a total jackass and get drunk instead of showing up for work, he was now stuck covering the moron’s shift. Feeling sympathetic and rather bold in wanting to play out one of her Juan Sanchez fantasies, Mabel offered up a consolation prize, cupping and bouncing her large leotard clad melons in his face. Krillin looked at her with concern and said given what she nearly went through, he would be taking advantage, which only flattered the Pines girl.

Mabel assured him that she was plenty fine more, just disappointed at her bad luck with love. According to her as she shared her track record, She had only ever gotten this far 3 other times so yes she was fsr from any sort of slutwhore in spite of the body she was packing. The first guy jizzed his pants when he got her top off and ran out crying, like a little bitch while the second couldn't get it up, even with a shot from a defibrillator (family guy joke there, one of their good ones), and the third...well let's just say he was a freak and not in the real fun way, don’t ask. Seriously just don’t…..

Long story short, She just wanted to have some fun and it was Halloween for Pete’s sake. Krillin is quiet a moment before he picked up speaks some lingo into the radio before turning into a quiet, isolate dead end alley. In but a mere few minutes, her anticipation growing along with her arousal, Mabel wasted no time in seizing the opportunity presented before her as she pulls her costume open and got right down to business. Soon she was bouncing on Krillin's lap riding him hard and fast and loving every second of it, hearts glowing in her eyes as inches of glorious pussy pleasing womb hammering meat sank into her snatch.

In the midst of this rutting, she looksee at still drugged up dirtbag, still in the confines of the backseat, who may have been forgotten about, by Krillin at least but not by her, and the playboy bunny pines girl smiled lewdly and spitefully as flips him off. Making it clear to him that whether or not this is a dream, sh had found a better man who was doing it for her in ways he could never even imagine ad ooh did he blow his chance. The inside of the car was cramped but Krillin's small size proved a boon as they got ready to keep at it, much to Mabel’s sexy delight. She wasn’t sure if Krillin was in fact Don Juan Sanchez just yet but she felt he was passing off well enough t make it feel like she was living out a wet dream come to life.

Especially when Krillin would feast on Mabel's massive melons as she rode herself to completion, taking her in any and every which way possible in the confines of the cruiser’s front seat. Feeling every bit the horny, slutty bunny she was dressed like as she could see the bumping bulge in her stomach from how deep Krillin’s cock was reacting her womb, unable to help herself from sensually praising him and calling him Juan or Daddy. Orgasm rocking her, one after the other as she got herself quite a treat for putting out a trick for the compact stud cop. The police cruiser rocking and shaking, back and forth as the windows steamed up, her palms occasionally pressing and smearing the glass (eat your heart out Titanic).

After several rounds of passionate, orgasmic sexual ectasy, they finally stopped, fixing up their uniform or costume to seem presentable, and resumed the drive, heading back to Mabel’s place. Dropping her off and kissing her goodbye, much to her delight as she added a little tongue for good measure before waving him off and away. She entered her apartment and dropped to the bed, her body finally limp as the energy drain from her erotic quickie caught up to her, vaguely hearing the sound of her brother finishing up for the night. A big goofy smile on her face at the swel of victory thst bith Pines twins had gotten themselves some action his Halloween night, a classic tradition for them.

Meanwhile back at SCPD headquarters, his commanding officer and the ladies of his team were all watching in awe as they saw Krillin in action with Mabel. Never had they been more thankful for that secret set of mics and cameras they had installed in his cruiser, they’d been expecting a show when he made that dispatch call but goddamn!! They only wish he could’ve taken the Pines girl up in the alley but still he really made the most of the minutes he had. It definitely helped make up for having him work another shift on Halloween and reminded him why he was their favourite guy…..

18 meanwhile was watching via a secret feed of her own into the patrol car and looking over Mabel, wonders if she would be interested in working for Zigzag. She’d see about looking her up and getting into contact so they could disguise and make some arrangements, that is after she finished a little bean flicking. Ooh she was going to show Krillin a lot of love for this treat soon as he finished that beat but just seeing him in action like that? Really got her in the mood and made her fall in love with him all over again.

For those wondering, yes Krillin got real wild with his voyeuristic wife soon as he got home and the blonde had made her appointment with Mabel once she got in touch with her on social media. And made the busty Pines babe feel like she hit the jackpot when she confirmed for her that yes indeed, Krillin was in fact Don Juan Sanchez and she’d just done it with her favourite porn star. And should she be willing, she could see to it that she could get the chance again and again, as it just so happened Zigzag was looking to slight expand he human star roster. Mabel could only ask how soon could she start, much ti the kinky cyborg’s amusement as she made a new friend once more in the Krillin Lovers’ club…that Halloween night had been a real treat.

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A Howling Good Time

Loona just glowered as she was want to do like the moody, broody Hellhound she as she hung around at a local watering hole in Satan City, having come on over up the living world with the rest of IMP for Halloween, one of the very few times of the year Demons like them could walk about in the open without disguises. So being the pissed, surly possible teenager she was, she opted to spend time by herself just walking around in her au naturale hellhound form going from bar to bar, taking a few drinks to stave off her boredom. Honestly, she would rather be partying in Hell than up here with these boring knuckle heads, christ how she hated Earth, everyone around here was so fucking stupid. And she couldn’t get drunk fast and hard enough, they had some weak shit around here which of course made her plenty moody and surly

Her drinking in public eventually lead some trouble her way, her attention turning to find herself getting grabbed by nine other than Satan City’s own Samaritan cop, Krillin, who was in a foul enough mood himself at being stuck on duty on another Halloween night, just his damn luck. Thinking of him as a bald version of Moxxie, she paid him no mind and even attempted to swing her currently empty bottle at him in anger, only to freeze when he catches her hand like it was nothing. Realizing she's in genuine trouble, the lush Hellhound tried to run only to be tackled down and subdued, much to her growing frustration. Blitz was never going to let her head the end of this if he ever heard about it and she wasn’t too fucking drunk to know she had to think fast or she was screwed.

Loona, desperate enough snd maybe just a teeny bit fuelled by booze, started to put the moves on Krillin, attempting to get him to back off, after all there was no way a runt like him would be so bold right? However, to her surprise yet again, he returns the flirting attempts in kind and even spanks her. She actually enjoys it a bit being dominated and even asks, "Can I have another?" as she shuddered at the delicious sting of pain in her furry booty. Something about such assertive dominance combined with the taint of booze was stirring something within her…..and she liked it, a lot.

Krillin, having gotten the all clear from 18 to have fun tonight, started to pull her into an empty alley, a nice little isolate spot for some cosy privacy from prying eyes and ears which only mad her arousal increase in anticipation. Once they were in deep enough, he handcuffs her to a pipe for extra affect which the hellhound girl found to be really making her wet. Sensually panting as he lifted up her shirt to expose her furry titties and pried her shirt shirts off of her toned, luscious legs. Finding a sticky web like trail of nectar clinging between them and her slit which radiated with sexual heat, the compact cop threw them aside he then proceeded to kiss her, locking lips with her muzzle.

It was ths kiss alone that truly put her into Bitch in heat mode as she pushed her tongue back against his, feeling orgasmic and thenguy hadn’t even taken his dick out yet. But once he had, the sight of that length and girth far bigger than a guy his size and all should be allowed to was nothing compared when he started using it on her. Taking her from behind or flipping her over and pinning her to the wall, making her moan and howl in wanton ecstasy and abandon as inches of that big human cock railed and rammed into her hot wet snatch like a jackhammer. Loona's screams for more and her lust howls of pleasure started getting too loud to a degree that he had to muzzle her with his belt, wrapping the strap around her muzzle which she found really turned her on bad..

After a few rounds, Krillin is called on his radio to react to an apparent murder, Loona’s orgasm hazed brain likely figuring that had to be Blitzo and the M&M duo having done their job. He responds that he’ll be here to check out the scene as soon as possible, a quick apology to Loona for this fuck and run, a least made the time and effort to leave the keys to the cuffs, but in a bit of oversight the keys were out of her reach. Much to her annoyance as she slumped against the wall, limbs numb from pleasure and pussy gushing with hot, creamy manjuice oozing down her furry thighs. Biting her lip as she shuddered in the afterglow of post orgasmic stupor, annoying as she spat realising she forgot to even ask his damn name.

A few thugs who were cutting a shortcut through his way of course happened to find Loona in her current tied state and step up to approach her. The normally in control and aggressive, temperamental especially at most times, finds herself feeling particularly annoyed with the obvious intentions of this pack of assholes who assumed she was a horny slutty furry or just some bitch in a sexy costume to take shameless advantage of. Like she was about to be out through some cliche hentai gangfuck scenario like in those trashy porn comics they’d sell in lust and thanks to the cuffs and muzzle, her options for self defence were limited second to none. Just what she needed, she has maybe the best fuck from a guy who’d just met her and now these pricks were going to up and taint it all for their cheap ass thrills because they couldn’t even afford a woman to look their way.

Thankfully, the thugs were quickly and swiftly dealt by the timely arrival of nine other Moxxie and Millie, who proceeded to cap the motherfuckers in a way they never even saw it coming. Loona in relief and gratitude soon as they uncuffed her and got the belt off of her muzzle, suddenly kisses Moxxie, but she tries to shrug it off like it was no big deal. The sweet possum of course decided turnabout is fair play and kisses Loona himself even grinding on her a bit, letting the hellhound feel his size. realizing he is far bigger than she ever thought or realised. Even mentally him comparing to the stud who rocked her a short time ago but was annoyingly too sore to pursue, he’d just been that good.

Sensually biting and licking her lips at the sudden make out between the Hellhound girl and her husband, Millie helped Loona get dressed soon as they finally broke their kiss apart before they all go back to hell. Giving her furry booty a quick slap as the lair decided not to ask Loona what exactly happened to her that got her in that state to begin with. They’d all had a long night, the job was done and Halloween would be finishing up soon so they had to haul ass back home. Loona reminding her she’d be making damn sure to get back at Moxxie for that kiss, shuddering at the distinct orgasmic tingle it had sent up along her spine and to her brain, wondering what a threesome between him and Krillin would be like….

Krillin in the meantime wasn’t sure what to make of the crime scene before him, on the one hand the victim wasn’t exactly someone anybody would actually miss. But supposedly the death was made or tried to be made to look like a suicide except no suicide by gunshot would see you riddled with more holes than Swiss cheese, to say nothing of the tail of wounded security and body guards who could only mumble about red possums and goats. It didn’t help that the security cameras and everything they ruled do the night got trashed so if this was the work of professionals? They were thorough if somewhat sloppy and reckless but Helluva piece of work for sure…

Krillin since that night hasn’t seen or heard from Loona since that Halloween night though on his OnlyZzFans page saw him get a few dms from someone called HellBitchMoon. Checking to find some messages from the Hellhound herself who’d no doubt found his work a Don Juan Sanchez and wasted no time in wanting to get intimately reacquainted with him. Her texts making it clear she felt she owed him payback for that hat little fuck and run, the sexy nude pictures she included captioned to remind him what to look forward to. The short king wondering just what he got himself into only for Zigzag to pop behind him, reading over his shoulder as she enquired who his new lady friend was.

Back in Hell on Loona’s side of things, she had since hooked up with Moxxie and Millie as a close, intimate friend with benefits and had found that the only fat the thespian imp had on him was the one he had been packing between his legs. Showing he was plenty on par with her rando cop stud and learning first hand one of the many reasons Millie had married the guy. Which certainly motivated and inspired a new standard in her tastes in men, more so once she came across Double Z studios and seen some of the handiwork of one Don Juan Sanchez. It didn’t matter if that wasn’t his real name or not, all she knew she for sure was, she was going to have that dick again, one way or another.

Oh right if you’re wondering what had happened with Blitzo that Halloween night, it hadn’t been too rough for him. Except for the fact some of their target’s protection platoon had shot him right in his asscheeks with a few rounds of hot lead. So he had to spend some time in one of the Sloth ring’s hospitals with his ass bandaged and plastered to heal up and repair much to his annoyance. He didn’t mind it uo the ass once a while but this was just ri-goddamn-diculous!!

(Not connected to A Little Moxxie Love, my 3 main fics are all based within their own respective universes with my particular spin on them. So any versions of chars from those respective series appearing in any crossovers are that particular universe's version)

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Filling an Empty Heart

Many have been the stories told in Satan City of strange and weird ti be found in some of its oldest parts, back when it’d been known as Orange Star City but chief among them was the tale of Annabelle the lust demon, who’d been been locked away in a cemetery trapped by a monster hunter for centuries. Most would’ve chalked it up as a cheesy urban legend, the sort of thing teenagers told at campfires or sleepovers and slumber parties snd parents to their kids as a sort of bogeyman but in this Halloween Night a lovely young couple woild prove thst to not be the case. Leave it to a pair of hormone addled horny teens to commit the classic horror movie sim by hiding in that very cemetery to make out and unknowingly break the seal and release the demonic woman from her long, solitary slumber.

Our naive foolish love birds of course, failing to notice the obvious red flags here, instead saw a strange woman who was looking awfully sick and tired, thinking she had been locked in as part of a cruel prank and went to help her. This proved to be a bad idea for you see folks, Annabelle here was a succubus had a rather dark hunting method which they found out via first hand experience as she reached into their chests and pulls out glowing red heart-shaped balls of energy before eating them, relishing a flavour only she could taste as her treats contained her victims’ memories of people and especially, particularly love and happiness. Feeding on those she regained her strength, the sensation of finally feeding once more after who knows how long a thrilling sensation but not yet enough to fill the void deep within her, at least not yet as she spread her tired wings and took flight to go into the city. It was but a mere handful of hours before she started to amass a sizeable body count, too busy binging to care of any attention this might send her way.

As more were falling victim in the city, we come to check on Krillin who was off trick or treating with his wife and daughter, the Chestnut family trio rocking a classic medieval fairy tale theme (him dressed as a paladin, 18 as a queen, and Marron as a pretty little princess), only for them to find Annabelle herself by accident in the midst of enjoying her latest conquest. Right then and there as they were in one another’s line of sight, the compact cop got a called from his commanding officer informing him that some woman was seen assaulting people throughout numerous locations Satan City, given her descriptions which the strange predatory creature before them fit to T. Krillin wasted no time in stepping up into defensive position, warning 18 and telling her to get Marron to safety to which she obliged and wished him the best of luck, of which he had a feeling he going to need plenty. And not the kind on par with the risk of death that had come from facing the likes of Frieza and Majin Buu, oh no…more the sort thst implied he was going to need an ice cold bath.

Annabelle:*Her current target forgotten as she had her eyes on Krillin licking her lips ravenously before declaring.* "A paladin my favorite!" *Driven by her gnawing hunger, she charged at him as he wasted no time in leading her on a chase through the nearby woods, getting somewhere isolated. Once there, they proceeded to clash before she got a lucky shot in, reaching into Krillin's chest pulling out a massive heart energy. She drooled as the sight the memories of all his friends, his wife, daughter, and various other women, beholding such love and happiness in absolute awe.*

Thankfully before she can take a bite, Krillin blasted her away which caused the glowing heart orb to make its way back to him, much to his relief. Before she could recover and lash out in retaliation for her sweet meal being interrupted, she was suddenly finding herself bound by wrappings. Which Krillin recognized as the bandages of Mr. Mummy, who revealed his presence stepping out from the shadows accompanied by none other than the little sister of Master Roshi, Fortuneteller Baba. The elderly seer explained she hadn’t just shown up out of coincidence, stating that she sensed something wrong and happened to have been nearby when Klown and explained how she came upon this situation.

Naturally it seemed only fair to Krillin to share what information he had as he caught Baba up to speed on the current set of circumstances. As this was happening, the bound up Annabelle suddenly began to break down into tears sobbing heavily, almost ugly crying, much to their befuddlement. Baba realised then what the reason was for this as she revealed that the unfortunate creature before them was a succubus, a demonic being of lust and desire who can in fact fall in love. When their heart is broken, however, it creates a void that is difficult to fill, leaving them with a gnawing hunger that drives them to binge and feed aimlessly and needlessly.

This woman no doubt went through such a thing and thus had to feed to cease her pain, futile as it seemed. Krillin, feeling sympathetic, had an idea that she wanted love, well then he’d give her some love. At least he hopes it will work but hey it wasn’t an easier gamble than a lot of the wild stunts Goku and Vegeta had pulled in their whole lifetime. Okay yeah sure she was a violent sex demon but she had circumstances, it wasn’t like she was some genocidal planet killer, right?!

Pulling out some dyno-caps as he found a particular one he was looking for, he clicked the button and threw it as the smoke popped to unveil a small trailer, something for traveling vacations or if 18 got in the mood. Which of course happened more times he could count or be willing to admit as he went and picked Annabelle up, carrying the still crying, confused succubus in there before laying her of the soft bed and kisses her. She reluctantly kisses back, and soon finds herself getting into it, wrapping her arms and around Krillin as her bindings became undone. Baba having had the Mumy undo them as the pair put a good bit of distance between them and the trailer, something told them they’d need to give Krillin some privacy as it was best to trust this unorthodox plan he had in mind.

Annebelle;”Well then, go ahead boy, see if you can heal my heart." *The heartbroken succubus taunted which made a contrast to the hazy love struck look in her eyes from making out with the compact stud as they’d stripped one another naked. What soon follows was a stream of loud swears and screams of pleasure, as the succubus is taken for the wildest ride of her life. The sound of the bed springs squeaking and the trailer's suspensions straining fills the night air as Annabelle howled out for more. Riding him cowgirl style in forward and reverse, and even trying to dominate him with the amazon position, but failing much to her rapturous delight.*

Annabelle:*The predatory lust fiend soon then found herself pinned and taken in a mating press as Krillin even takes It a step further using a ki technique to lock he arms to the wall, and pound her even deeper and harder as he had her face pressing against it.*"Come on baby, show me what you got! I know you got the stamina. Keep those creampies coming!" *It was pretty clear that Krillin’s plan was proving effective and then some, pink hearts glowing in her eyes as she found herself feeling so..utterly loved and in love for the first time since forever. After over a dozen rounds in different positions the bed breaks, and Krillin has her in missionary position on the floor as she is close to her limit.*"Do it baby! One more! Just one more! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT DADDY! I LOVE YOU!!"*With that sexy declarative cry, she lets out a final orgasmic scream before she collapses into a heap of satisfaction as the warm afterglow took her, feeling truly fed and her void gone.*

The hazy light of dawn starting to shine in the windows as Krillin sat by the succubus catching his breath. With the job done, Baba finally entered the trailer, wincing at the smell, before grabbing the succubus with her telekinesis, saying she would look after her. It was at this point 18 arrived and inconspicuously dropped a card with their contact information onto Annabelle's person. She then pushed Krillin back into the trailer as Baba leaves and looks at him with a clear sensual hunger in her cool blue eyes, looking over him as she relished the scent and obvious sexy demolished state of their little love nest.

18:”Starting to feeling a little left out babe, you finished before i coild get here but hey….still want your halloween treat?”*Krillin certainly can't deny her when she was in the mood like this as the trailer starts shaking again. Hey there is a reason among many she married the guy and right now was among the top 5 to 3 in that list. The short king snd his cyborg lady love rocking the casbah as they made uo for some lost time and 18 relished the juicy details of her man’ latest sexual conquest. When that trailer was a rocking, don’t come knocking…..*

It was sometime since that peculiar Halloween that Word would reach them that someone heard a witch screaming out in the woods that night. While Baba’s home now had a new trial for potential customers between either paying her fee or fighting her monstrous champions. If they could outlast ad make her new employee Annabelle cum, then they could get a reading for free and suffice to say, no one had succeeded. Easy to see why when Annabelle had a new standard to measure by…..and her newly restored heart had dedicated itself to one man alone, the man who made love to her in mind,body and soul….

[quillpokebiology]

Drifblim facts?

-@safrina-shards

Drifblim Facts

-The scientific name for Drifblim is "Membra vesica" which translates to "balloon membrane"

-Not much is known about these Pokemon. I'm sure we've all heard about them disappearing in thin air, but any signal from tracking devices immediately goes away when these Pokemon dissappear

-Many legends state that when someone rides a Drifblim, they dissappear with that Pokemon. A famous case is when a researcher rode a Drifblim to see their flight patterns, but he never ended up returning

-Somw myths state that when Driffloon and Drifblim dissappear, they go into the underworld to feed

-Drifblim and Drifloon were especially loved in ancient Hisui, and there have been many poems written about them from that time

-Drifblim is crepuscular, meaning they're mostly active at the evening

-Blimps were inspired by Drifblim

(Art by HoundAndPrincess on Reddit)

-Every year, groups of Drifloon and Drifblim will migrate to who knows where. Some of them end up going to different regions, and some of them end up disappearing all together

-Drifblim are almost always completely silent, with the only sound they make being the sound of air coming out of their head. Some state that the X on their face is the reason they can't speak

-Drifblims arms actually count as tentacles

-While Drifblim can carry someone away, wild Drifblim don't usually go near humans and they tend to just mind their own business. Tamed Drifblim rarely migrate with their trainers, but they might take short flights with them

-They're very popular in children's ghost stories

[pokeglitchden]

Well I'm here at the traveling Casino. I guess they're calling it the Heart of Diamonds. Is that the name of the Casino itself, or the blimp they rode in on?

It's all kind of confusing.

Anyway, I think every single one of these games is rigged. And I just got turned away from the blackjack table. I didn't even sit down!! They said they don't want anyone counting cards.

I think I'm being profiled a little here.

Anyway, I'm sure there's got to be some game here to actually play, right?

-Simon

[strangled-mangoes]

this reminded me that when i was in preschool, we'd see blimps A LOT.

because there was a tour company nearby & their flight path went over our school :)

and we'd be playing in the yard, doing whatever. climbing on the play-structure, crawling in the sand pit. and then a kid would shout,

"BLIMP!"

and all our little toddler heads would turn to the great, big, blue sky, and see that one, little, white blimp make its way across. and we'd all shout,

"BLIMP!"

and point at it, and scream, and laugh..

blimps don't fly over that preschool anymore. the tour company shut down. blimps and zeppelins are just vessels of the past. and though i never rode one, i remember the unbridled joy i got, seeing one in the sky.

thanks for reminding me of this. i love blimps. theyre like fat airplanes. seals of the sky, if you will

autism is so funny because it's like. here's a thousand little inconveniences for you to suffer and a thousand little things you dont know about yourself that will nonetheless make people hate you. in exchange: you get to be one of the few people in the 21st century who still thinks zeppelins were a pretty cool way to get around actually :)

[pittsburghlimoblackcarservice]

Since You Booked Pittsburgh Charter Bus After Contacting the Pittsburgh Limo Service Company

Spotting A Wedding Crasher: It’s not as hard as One Thinks 

Unless your fifth cousin had the most amazing puberty transformation, chances are there are going to be some new faces in your wedding. The quickest ways to know who they are is ask your friend and family members. But if they too don’t recognize him or remember seeing them at the ceremony or in the Pittsburgh Charter Bus, he might be a wedding crasher.

A bunch of them may look good in a movie, but when they come uninvited to a wedding, they can add up to the costs. Think about it, you will run short of food, a place on the table, a seat in the Pittsburgh Party Bus and even on the dance floor when they start doing some crazy moves.  

Need some tips spotting one? Here are 3.

1.    He Won’t Attend the Ceremony

Not to sound rude but ceremonies are boring for most of the guests. But unlike them, a wedding crasher doesn’t have to sit thought them when he can join the reception party and enjoy free booze. If you spot one, ask them how the ceremony went and if they liked the blimp. If a guest, he/she might act confused but a wedding crasher will always play along.

2.    He Arrived Late or Pushed Through

Since you booked Pittsburgh charter bus after contacting the Pittsburgh Limo Service company, you should know if they rode with you or not. Mostly, a wedding crasher arrives late or pushes himself through the receiving line.

3.    The Wedding Crasher Won’t Sit

One of the easiest ways to spot one is asked them to show their escort card or their seating table. Since they weren’t allotted one, it is easy to spot them. If you find someone who disappears at the time of the dinner and is at the bar or in the bathroom, he is a wedding crasher.  Call us: (724) 737-8057

Source: https://pittsburghlimoblackcarservice.blogspot.com/2023/02/Since-You-Booked-Pittsburgh-Charter-Bus-After-Contacting-the-Pittsburgh-Limo-Service-Company.html

[alemnov]

Quiet place in the Carpathian mountains. Light rain and bird. Mountain river on background. Binaural sound use headphones for listening.

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 30 pt 1: Bakura Also Knows how to Ride a Horse

Pharaoh is still throwing his coronation party from hell. Which leveled up from the last time we saw it.

Bear in mind that for a large majority of this episode Pharaoh is just sitting pretty on his throne while a fire roars outside of his palace, and it is a nice unintentional “this is fine” meme.

The fire was started by Bakura shooting fire arrows with his mysterious crew of robed lads. It didn’t show any deaths for our death count--so I’m unsure of how to log it, because maaaaybe no one died? Should I add this? Apparently half of the people in this city are possessed by evil spirits that probably are made of fire so maybe this is just their vibe anyway.

And as Bakura’s making a big, big entrance, and it really makes you wonder about that time we had a flash back to the past and it was Seto who was trying to kill the Pharaoh and not this freakin guy. Like Seto seems surprisingly chill right now. Like sure, Seto is very bossy and really likes to turn people into tablets, but so far...surprisingly chill compared to Bakura. Going to be just hell trying to one up Bakura now. Like, good freakin luck, Seto.

The TRAJECTORY on Yami’s Dad right now. Just a straight vertical.

(read more under the cut)

Meanwhile, the ring is getting confused by having multiple masters, which, we’ve had it split into two masters this entire time when Alexander the Great was in that pyramid. But, maybe it has some sort of contradiction if the two wearers are in exactly the same place, like that time that Seto and Marik were dueling on the same blimp and Seto kept hallucinating while Marik couldn’t stop the flashlight setting on the rod from turning on.

Like is Mahad having weird hallucinations of the future? Or not actually...since these are all Pharaoh’s memories anyway and not really real people. I think. Kind of. Real enough for a death count, at least.

Overall, past Marik (who’s name was Mahad, thankfully they reminded me this episode) is being completely useless. He also looks a lot less like Marik in this episode. Like I couldn’t tell before that his eyeliner actually extends from his forehead and not the corner of his eye. Will this matter? Will Mahad last longer than the 2 seconds it takes for Bakura to surely take the necklace back? No idea.

Bakura did kill these two random guys on screen though. I can count that.

I didn’t realize until Bakura said it but like...have we ever invited Bakura?

Like I’m realizing now they never have, they’ve only ran into Bakura on the way. Or when he burnt down the village and rode into the throne room on a horse.

...

So Bakura gave the items to Yugi to open the door to a simulation of the past, then did a fight with Seto in the present in order to steal a Blue Dragon power for a cardfight with Pharaoh in the past during this episode (which I will skip) to steal back the items.

Because he needs to put them in a place which I guess doesn’t exist in the future anymore?

I guess?

And Bro reminds me that Pegasus and Shadi have already visited the tablet that Bakura says is under Bakura’s hometown--so...it does exist in the present. That’s where Pegasus got his eyeball in the first place.

Don’t think about it, Bakura really likes to take the long route, if we’ve learned anything about Bakura. The rules of this particular Shadow Game are kind of nebulous, what matters most is that we’re in Egypt now and get to have a new aesthetic with a bunch of new outfits to make merch out of.

(last font is Shadi’s font, PS. I was using the Joey font as the Shadi font for a  while, but now they’re in the same scenes...Shadi’s is slightly browner with a different outline. Probably still hell for people that are colorblind...but I think this is better than them both being completely identical? Hopefully?)

In every anime there’s always that one overpowered wizard character who is 500+ years old but also like a teen, and in this anime, that’s Shadi. Which is wild that it’s taken me that long to realize this.

Yugi insists everyone stay out of danger (and his head) and remain in this spooky ass crypt with a passed out Bakura on the stairwell and what I’m assuming is the entire Ishtar family also passed out/dead on the lawn outside. TBH if they had taken his advice, they would have noticed Bakura and the Ishtars and probably would have become way more helpful. But nah, we’re all gonna go in the bean.

So here’s the math, in Yugioh, timelines don’t matter and are wildly inconsistent and that’s OK--but 4 YEARS?

So I’ve said it’s been 4 years ago in previous caps pretty sure, but in the way that Yugi has had the necklace for 4 years--that makes sense. I can buy that he assembled it at 11-12, Season Zero happened, and then there was a huge time skip between zero and this show. But if we follow only this show--4 years never happened. Like I wrote a long ass summary that I have since erased because....you know this plot better than I do, but since every season of Yugioh is on the heels of the last one, and some seasons only span a few days...

What is time, really?

Not 4 years, that’s for sure. Not like it truly matters at all, but like, I’m not sure why they decided that these kids were done and this was their last arc. Feels like they still needed to make like 3 more in-show years of content, but youknow, they really wanted to end this series and make a billion spinoffs with different characters, so they decided to say it’s been 4 years of this series and call it over.

Not sure of the logic there since this show was very popular. Maybe there were some copyright issues or contracts they didn’t want to renew with actors or wanted to license new card games and video games? But I guess we’ll get there when it happens and maybe it’ll make more sense?

Last episode Joey went straight through this guy. Now they’re holding hands. I would normally be like wow that’s inconsistent if it wasn’t so consistently Shadi to do things like this.

Back in Egypt, Everyone is trying to talk logically to Bakura, which seems like the last thing you’d do to the guy who invades the palace on horseback towing a human casket.

After Bakura claims he’s a legally a water vehicle and cannot pay taxes, and therefore does not have to pay for his water bill because he was never given the option to be a member of Egyptian governance when he was born (as a legal water vehicle), Bakura decides to ditch all of his loot on the floor so the animators wouldn’t have to draw it anymore.

Reminder that this is a simulation of Pharaoh’s memories and only Bakura seems to fully know that.

Also Egypt Dad is here, and he gets kicked around this room as if they installed little wheelies to his casket.

It was good of Bakura to announce who this was, otherwise I’m pretty sure Pharaoh would have had zero reaction to this casket and that would have been really awkward for his inaugural party.

Like it’s not so much that Bakura is stepping on Yami’s Dad, it’s that Bakura is rubbing it in that Yami is such a blank that he has no idea who his own Dad is, and therefore should not be the one to inherit the birthright to rule literally anything.

Bakura’s just up here telling everyone that Pharaoh’s a fraud and like...I mean he’s not completely wrong, Pharaoh’s memories are a 2003 era Japanese High School student who is absolutely flunking out.

(we’re still not updated on what Gramps must have done with Rex and Weevil’s body or if they just left them in the alleyway, PS)

So each of them try to do a trial, and are shocked that this bizarre method of justice doesn’t actually work on people that choose to suck by choice.

Straight up....Look at past Odion here.

What type of imposter syndrome would this even be categorized as, when he’s covered in muscles like a corn on the cob and yet cannot figure out how to remove Bakura.

Look at this man.

Look at the muscle infrastructure that is so large that he cannot fit it into a loose robe. Like if Odion moved a single muscle, Bakura would pop like gusher candy and this season would be over.

It’s the same problem as the Alexander the Great Arc, where it’s like...

...sir, you have a sword. You don’t need magic.

Luckily, no one has ever told Seto “no, it’s too dangerous” in his current life or his past life without him immediately wanting to do it anyway.

First off, I want you to take a look at the size of the bricks on this scene: wow. That’s some serious brick. In fact I went to look at the bricks on all the other parts of this episode and they’re just really freakin massive. Like I dunno if this is a specifically Egyptian thing but damn. Brick respect.

Secondly, It’s is an interesting thing to bring up in a kids show, that some people are just irredeemably a mess and cannot be “fixed” by their legal system. That even a magical, mystical, and hypothetically infallible legal system works more to defend the aristocracy and the legal system itself than the people who have become victims of said aristocracy.

But that’s more in the next part of this episode when we talk about how Yami’s Dad most likely murdered Bakura’s entire village.

Until then, have a good one, I’m almost free from Jury Duty, but no idea when the next update will come along? Schedule’s been...not really a schedule...and I may need to just organize an actual time of day to do this blog? We’ll see. I try not to take it too seriously, as it is.

[imthepunchlord]

The concept art of Hawkmoth with the mirror mask feels like he could be the big bad that was supposed to take over Gabriel as big bad of the show in later seasons or to be HM of the PV universe.

Technically, that big bad was supposed to be Mayura. She had been built up to "make HM look like a baby" and was "HM's boss", and maybe that was the plan but then someone decided they wanted to drag this story out. Technically when you get a more dangerous villain and bigger threat, things pick up the pace, plot wise. And clearly, villain wise, they don't really want to change anything. Only thing that's changed is Marinette's stress life.

If that concept art of HM arises, I would think it'd be saved for the finale, for him to be at his "scariest".

I will say that, PV wise, Gabriel was meant to be a scary antagonist. One that had so much power he rode a blimp with his insignia and would drift right over Paris. Everyone would know where he is and wouldn't approach him. But that was considered "too dark" so HM got turned to be more comedic, and I do think Mayura was planned to come in and be the scarier villain they had wanted, which also would've given Fu a more natural reason to allow activity in other miraculous when there's a bigger threat than what LB and Cat alone can handle.

Which just got chucked out the window.

The worst villain is now the universe itself. It's not Gabriel who's going to stop Marinette and bring her down to her lowest, it'll be the universe just being against her as that's what the writers desire, having nothing go her way.

[thecajungator]

Nico listened, wondering how such a shrimp rode around on a blimp finding treasure. Wouldn't he be famous?

"I guess you can call me by my full name. Nicodeme. Or uh...Savoy. Tha's my last name." He explained.

"So uh....blimp, huh? What's the biggest treasure you eva' found?" He asked.

"But I'm Nico...." He muttered in reply. Well, this was new. He wasn't used to anyone having a name remotely similar to his, past maybe something like Nicolas.

"Treasure hunta' huh? You get much success wit' that?" He was genuinely curious.

"As fo' the wata', there's a riva' couple blocks thatta' way." He pointed over his shoulder.

[thatsgay-writes]

Can I request a Azula x female reader? Say Azula wins the agni maid and reader is there by her side watching her burn nations down

“Perfect.” You say as you do the finish touches to Azula’s hair. She had gotten angry earlier and snapped at the maids, kicking them out. You had known Azula since you were babies, growing up together with the rest of her friends. You had liked her for a while but never acted on your feelings until the vacation you and your friends took on emerald island. This boy had flirted with her at the party you all attended and you set his pants on fire with a candle. You were what kept Azula calm when she was about to go crazy, you were her anchor. You were there to hold her close and reassure her after Mai and Ty Lee betrayed her. You were the calm to her rage, the water to her fire... Literally, you were a water bender. You had been dropped on your parents doorstep one day, no note or anything. No one, including yourself, had known you could water bend until you bended away the water under a turtle duck before Azula could throw bread at it.

After finding out, Fire Lord Ozai accused you of being a spy... Yes, 9 year old y/n, a spy. He was ready to put you down before Azula intervened. She pled your case and convinced her father that you could be useful once you mastered your bending. So you were sent out of the fire nation to find someone to teach you water bending, Ozai having the full expectation that you wouldn’t return, who would want to train a fire nation water bender? Well, you did find someone to teach you water bending and a sub style called blood bending. You spent almost 5 years with Hama mastering your abilities before returning to the fire nation. Now at 14, you looked way more mature and fit from the years of training. When you saw Azula again for the first time she just gave you a simple nod, barely paying attention to you. Until later the same day she pulled you into her room and hugged you like her life depended on it.

You never told anyone of your blood bending and planned to keep it that way until today. “Zuko...” Azula sneered as he and Katara rode in, interrupting her coronation. “Sorry, but your not going to become Fire Lord today... I am.” Zuko says as he jumps off the bison. Azula lets out a laugh mockingly, you had to stifle your own. “You’re hilarious.” Azula says, not taking Zuko seriously. “And your going down.” Katara says, voice full of conviction. You growl under your breath at Katara. “Control your attack dog Zuko.” You sneer causing Katara to glare at you. “You want to do this... Let’s Agni Kai!” Azula announces with a wide grin and you smirked next to her as Zuko agreed causing Katara to give him a worried look. You knew Azula was more powerful than him and you had full confidence that she would win.

You watch as blue and red flames dance across the sky and cut through the air as Azula and Zuko battle. It was already taking longer than you had hoped but you knew Azula would win and you knew that if need be, you could take Katara. The only people that knew of your water bending was Azula, Fire Lord Ozai, and Hama. “No lightening today? Afraid I’ll redirect it!?” Zuko yells, getting a little to confident as he knocks Azula down once. Azula shoots you a look and you smirk a little, knowing she had something up her sleeve. You watched as she created lightening and sent it straight at Katara, who froze in shock. You watched as Zuko caught the lightening before sending it into the air and you cringed as you watched him twitch after he hit the ground. “Zuko!” Katara yelled about to run to him before having to dodge fire sent at her.

As the two girls fought, you walked up slowly to Zuko and poked the new scar on his chest to make sure he was still alive. He let out a loud gasp before twitching again. You nodded your head and moved forward again to watch Azula and Katara fight. You were ready to step in when you noticed Katara hovering over an open water source and as soon as Katara froze water around herself and Azula, you stepped in. You focused all your energy and started blood bending Katara away from the water source. Katara looked at you with wide eyes displaying shock and fear. “Someone get the container!” Azula barked out to the guards that you had managed to get back after Azula went on a firing rampage. The guards brought out a full body cage made of pure platinum. Once she was locked in, you released her from your hold and smiled as she glared at you. “How do you know how to blood bend!?” Katara yells out enraged, “It isn’t even a full moon!” “You don’t spend 5 years learning for nothing.”

---

Azula had been officially crowned Fire Lord and now the two of you were waiting for the Avatar to arrive. Katara was locked in the deepest dungeon that the fire nation had that you had changed to have dessert like qualities. Zuko was being healed by a healer but was still incapacitated. “Shouldn’t be much longer now...” You mumbled as you stood next to Azula’s throne. “A fire nation balloon has been spotted!” A guard yelled as he ran into the room. “Show time.” You stated as you hid behind the throne as Dai Li agents hid on the ceiling. The door to the throne room busted down as Aang sent a wave of air towards it. “Where is Katara! And Zuko!?” Aang asked as he, Sokka, and Toph stood in fighting positions. “Who’s behind the chair?” Toph asked and you moved next to Azula with a smirk. “Oh it’s just a non bender.” Toph says tauntingly trying to get a reaction from you but gets one from Sokka instead. “Hey!” Sokka says and crosses his arms.

You shake your head and let out a small laugh. “Tsk tsk tsk, a non bender?” You ask with fake disappointment. “Wrong.” You say as you blood bend Toph, causing her to be lifted under the ground as Dai Li agents use the ground to move another full body case around Toph, sealing her in. You release your hold and watch as Top starts to panic as she kicks the cage. “I can’t see anything outside of this thing!” She yells out causing Aang and Sokka to worry. You watch as Azula raises a finger, signaling the Dai Li agents who send out the rock gloves at Sokka immediately holding him down and capturing him. Now all that stood in Azula’s way was Aang. Aang almost immediately goes into the avatar state and glares at the two of you as Azula stand up, slowly removing her robe and getting into a fighting stance. “I’ve never blood bended a avatar before.” You state as you crack your neck and knuckles, getting into a fighting stance.

Azula stood from the throne and nodded her head as the Dai Li agents started attacking the avatar. “Find a way to get him open.” You nod your head in response. “Remember if he dies in the avatar state, the cycle ends.” You say to Azula as you kiss her cheek and join the fight. The fight was a lot harder than you thought it would be. Aang had beaten almost all the Dai Li agents and you haven’t been able to blood bend him long enough for Azula to hit him with lightening. You watched from the sidelines as Aang took out the last Dai Li agent and let his defense down for a second. A second long enough for you to attack. “Azula!” You yell as you blood bend the avatar, barely being able to keep focus on Aang. You let out a breath of relief as Aang falls to ground and you let your body finally slump down. “Y/n?” Azula asks worriedly. “I’m okay... I just haven’t had to blood bend so much before.” You responds as Azula helps you stand and rest your body against hers.

---

The last week had been a whirlwind. You and Azula announced to the world that the Avatar was dead and that the cycle was over before sending out fire nation blimps to all the major cities in the other 3 nations. After healing from his injuries, Zuko, Sokka was sent to join Ty Lee and Mai in Boiling Rock. The prison had been updated and made practically impenetrable from the outside and inside. Katara and Toph were kept in special cells, Katara’s was deep below the fire nation castle while Toph’s was as far away from the ground as possible. 

You watched with a smirk from the inside of blimp as waves of fire nation soldiers stormed the walls of the Northern Water Tribe while you sat on the arm of Azula’s chair. You both got up and stood on a platform as the blimp stopped above the front of the castle. The platform lowered slowly towards the ground where your soldiers held back water nation soldiers. The platform lowered all the way to the ground and you and Azula walked towards the leader of the northern tribe. “Surrender now and we wont burn your town to the ground.” Azula demanded as the chief glared at her. “How do I know you won’t hurt the moon spirits?” Azula let out a humorless laugh. “As much as that would make things easier... Someone I know needs the moon spirit alive.” Azula says as she rubs her hand against your cheek. “Now do you accept the terms or not?” Azula asks getting annoyed at how long it was taking. You watched the Chief’s eyes as he looked behind you and you turned around just in time to stop a ice spear heading straight for Azula. You catch the spear and turn it into hundred of mini icicles before sending it back at the man who threw it in the first place. “Pakku!” The chief yelled as he watched his friend fall.

You sent a hard glare at the chief before yelling out, “Burn it to the ground!” Causing your soldiers to let out a cheer before melting houses and setting whatever they could on fire. You and Azula returned to the platform and let it start rising up. “Long live the Fire Lord!” You yelled out causing the soldiers to yell the same thing in agreement. “Are you okay?” You ask as you looked down at Azula who had been silent since the attack on her life but had an arm wrapped around your waist. “That was... hot.”

[rukia-writes]

I know you don’t write for zeke so this is up to you, but do you think you could do a Levi x reader where she’s a regular civilian and she’s concerned and/or treating Levi and eren’s (everyone else’s too) wounds after Marley, zeke clearly doesn’t realize she’s with Levi and is totally eren’s mama figure, attempts to flirt with her only for both Levi and eren to be like get away from her 😂😭 if not it’s cool ! Continue the good work 💓💓

This is actually quite sweet lol I’ll do it.

✨Spoilers✨ ✨Spoilers✨

The blimp landed with the survey corps, Zeke and Eren who just came back from Marley.

Zeke’s eyes watched with interest as this woman named (Name) rushed over to the survey corps members checking to see if they were okay.

A kind and good looking woman.

Zeke found out this woman was named (Name). Seeing her check on everyone made him want in on the action too.

“Excuse me. I could use some help over here.”

Zeke feigned being hurt as (Name) came over to check and see what was wrong with Zeke.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

(Name) asked sweetly as Zeke could feel his heart beating fast and his face turning red.

“I have a pounding headache. You wouldn’t happen to have something for the pain would you?”

“Yeah, hold one second.”

Zeke watched as (Name) opened her bag, giving Zeke a good look at her face as she looked inside her bag.

That’s when Zeke got a cold shiver down his spine, looking to see Eren give him that cold stare of his.

Zeke was taken back.

What did he do to upset his brother so much?

“Here you go. These should help.”

“Oh, thanks.”

Zeke took the pills that (Name) offered to him with a smile, a smile Zeke thought was so cute.

That’s when Zeke had another cold chill run down his spine. Sure enough, Eren was giving his brother that cold stare again.

Making Zeke stop his flirting for the time being.

Later, Zeke was being escorted to a carriage by Levi with (Name) checking up on Zeke.

Only adding to Zeke’s infatuation.

“Thank you for checking on me (Name). It means a lot to me.”

“It’s no problem. I’m glad you’re doing better now.”

Levi rolled his eyes watching Zeke blush even more and even attempting awful pick up lines.

“Perhaps, when this is all over you can come see and we can have some fun-“

Zeke had a deathly cold shiver this time.

Looking he saw Levi give him a cold glare, more so than Eren’s.

Zeke didn’t pick up on why he was getting the glare from Levi, mainly because he had been getting them since the two met.

“(Name).”

Was all Levi said as (Name) walked over to where Levi was at, Zeke thought to himself that Levi must have had feelings for (Name) as well.

When Zeke sees Levi give (Name) a kiss on the lips In front of him Zeke let out a “Oh” and when Levi stopped kissing (Name) he kissed her a quick kiss on the forehead.

“You can go to our home now.”

Zeke watched the two exchange a few words then (Name) waved good bye to Levi who blew to his beloved (Name).

“Is she um, your girlfriend?”

“Don’t worry about that. Get in the damn carriage already.”

Levi pushed Zeke in the carriage and when the two rode Zeke asked again.

“So, you and (Name) are ..”

“Shut up. I sent her home. I know she’s tired. “

Zeke sighed as he knew that (Name) was taken by Levi and that Eren must have liked (Name) as a mother figure, which would explain the cold glares.

Levi didn’t tell Zeke that (Name) was pregnant with his child, that was one reason Levi sent (Name) home.

Not to mention, Levi didn’t like Zeke talking to (Name), it was a mixture of both reasons.

“Oh yeah, (Name)’s also pregnant. That was another reason I sent her home.”

Levi spoke as though he remembered only putting salt into Zeke’s wounds.

“Damn it.”

A small smirk was on Levi’s face as it seemed like he got his point across:

(Name) was his woman.

✨Rukia-Writes✨

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “Crew of the Omen.”

A little bit from the other new alien species aboard the ship, as requested. I hope you like it :) 

Tesraki

The Tesraki had all worked with humans before, but when they mean they had worked with humans, it was more like they had been around in the area where humans were working and mostly tried to stay out of their way. Between the two younger Tesraki Captio and Subit, they talked a lot about how the soldier Tesraki,  Etium had been involved in the Drev war..

They weren’t entirely sure if that was true or not seeing as there were very few Tesraki who had actually survived an encounter with the Drev, but the chunk missing from his ear, and the way he seemed to show so much deference to the humans when they first stepped aboard the ship.

Than and he didn’t seem as afraid of them as the two younger Tesraki were.

And there was a lot to be afraid of

Stepping aboard the human ship, it became very clear that they were entering a different world.

They huddled together behind Etium, their ears drawn back to their heads, their tails tucked together as they stood before the massive room watching as large machines and hovering trucks rolled by. The human voices were raised, yelling up over each other in their guttural chattering call. They had been on the ship before of course, but this would be the first time the doors would be shut behind them.

A group of humans stepped past them, their large armored feet clattering against the ground, their bodies moving like lithe snakes.

There was a lot of money being moved here, and a lot of money being moved very poorly, though none of them were quite sure how to bring that up.

“New meat!”

They turned on the spot to see a human sitting cross legged atop a cargo crate. It showed them his teeth. The two younger Tesraki squealed and backed away hiding behind the older as they looked up at the grinning predator above them.

Etium seemed to be the only one who wasn’t concerned.

“M-meat.” One of them whispered 

He wasn’t aware the word accountant meant something different in their culture… that being that they were going to get eaten.

The human slipped down from where he was sitting to land on the floor.

The Tesraki squealed again and backed away.

“Fresh meat is a figure of speech. Just means you are new on the ship. We don’t eat sentient lifeforms.”

They couldn’t help but notice that he left out the non-sentient lifeforms. When the humans looked at them, they looked at them hungrily, like maybe fresh meat had not been some sort of figure of speech like it was claiming. Still, they kept relatively quiet unsure of what to believe.

“Don’t listen to them, they just like to mess with people.”

The Tesraki turned in a sharp circle watching as another human came marching up through the ship long fur billowing about their head.

“They don’t mean any harm. It's just a social hazing ritual they like.”

“I am familiar.”

The two younger tesraki glanced at Etium ears pulled back.

That would have been nice to know earlier.

They looked back, watching as the doors receded into the distance, and knew they were walking into a den of predators.

Celzex 

Everything here was big, very big, and it sort of managed to make them very angry. They marched onto the ship, though their marching didn’t get them more than a few feet onto the human ship before they almost got stepped on by a marching column of humans. They froze in place led by their leader who stood tall before them, the very real son of lord Celex, Lord Avex.

He waited, and they waited, for his great stature to attract the attention of the humans. 

Of course, it did not take long until his presence stopped another column of humans bringing cargo in from the other side of the hanger. They drew to a halt just before the Celzex, their eyes widening in fear. A few of them made vocalizations of confusion and intimidation, that manifested as very high pitched squeals for a human. They lifted their hands before their faces and chest as if to guard themselves from the danger that the Celzex possessed.

“Lord Avex, we were told of your imminent arrival.” One of the humans announced bowing his head, “There was an…. Extensive briefing about how to treat your eminence.” They bowed their heads in that way humans tend to have to show difference towards their betters.

“Please, allow me and my comrades to escort you to your quarters.” The humans lowered themselves slightly towards the ground, dropping onto one knee, “As a sign of difference to your great status please use these men as your mounts, for the ship is large and we have a long way to go. 

There was a silence as Lord Avex waited eyeing the humans with some concern.

They were a proud race.

From the corners of their eyes, the Celzex could see the humans shifting nervously, probably out of fear and awe to how great and terrible the Celzex truly were in such numbers. 

“We will accept your offer, human.”

The humans prostrated themselves even further, lowering towards the ground so the Celzex could blimp aboard, first onto their knees and then onto their backs, and then onto their shoulders as they took back to their feet. 

From the back of a human they were very high up, and very impressive.

Lord Avex was sure that their group cut a very imposing parade across the ship. The Celzex atop their human mounds, two of the most dangerous species in the galaxy.

And they did turn more than a few heads as they went, with wide eyes and open mouths the other humans stared and made similar sounds of awe and fear as had the others.

The humans on which they rode appeared more than smug, their head lifted pridefully clearly pleased at those they were able to carry.

It was a great honor after all, and who could blame them for thinking so.

The other humans must have been jealous to ferry along such important figures as the Celzex.

And of course they were eventually brought to their quarters on one of the middle decks. It had all the things that they requested, and promised access to a human 24/7 if required.

One of the humans bowed their head to lored Avex, “My lord, Admiral Vir was sorry he could not be here to witness your glorious arrival. He sends his deepest apologies and an invitation to a meal tonight as a human show of good faith. Also, due to his laxness and improper greeting he would be more than willing to act as your steed whenever you wish for his insolence and penance.

Lord Avex found this to be an agreeable apology.

Somewhere Adam Vir was quite pleased with himself for coming up with such a smooth reason to hold a Celzex, while continuing to maintain interspecies relations with one of the most powerful species on the planet.

Burg

Maverick was surprised to find people in the chapel when she walked aboard, less of people and more of an alien and a few people when she stepped in. She was even more surprised to find that this particular alien was not a Tesraki, or a Celex, but a bug-like creature with sharp mandibles, and an array of colorful wings.

“Burg!”

She said the phrase out loud, surprising herself and the burg, who nearly leaped out of it’s own carapace as it turned to look at her. Its wings were a pleasant blue color shot through with little streaks of brilliant green. 

It rested a few of its front hands together and bowed to her as she pulled to a stop, “Greetings, I am Miran, religious scholar of the burg and a social envoy of the new king and queen of the burg homeworld. I am here to foster a mending of relations between our two species and contribute some of our knowledge and culture to your endeavors.”

Maverick lowered her hands.

“I see, I wasn’t aware that the Burg were part of the GA.”

The creature sat on one of the pews, “We are not, formally, but we have since updated our status as a protectorate of the GA while we attempt to mend things between ourselves. Forgive me for startling you so, but I had hoped that you might accept my help in your religious gathering room. During our time of war, the old queen tasked me with learning about your species, and in so doing I fell upon your thriving religious culture that reminded me of the stories of our own before the queen abolished much of our tradition.”

“A burg who is a religious scholar…. I would not have assumed that.”

“And what denomination do you frequent?” He wondered looking at her with expectant eyes and a surprisingly open face for a creature she had once thought to be hideous and gut churning. The butterfly wings helped she supposed, “A random flavor of Christian, though it’s not really important.” She walked over to sit next to the burg who was looking around their little chapel with great interest.

“Do you have a religion?”

The burg’s antenna twitched, and it clicked it’s mandibles, though the way it performs the action was less worrisome than the way that she had seen it in the past, “I do, I do. I follow the old religion, in a time where the burg believed in many gods. I Believe mostly in the gods of the east, the ones that frequent the tops of mountains and are connected with the ideals of honor, adventure, and scholarly pursuits.”

“Honor?” She asked in surprise 

He sighed, “I understand it will take a while for your species to see us for what we really are rather than what our queen has led you to assume about us. But once upon a time we had a rich culture that was perpetuated on the ideals of honor and loyalty, though that loyalty was soon corrupted into the ability to hold grudges for a very long time and that bravery crossed a line into stupidity that nearly had our nation destroyed, but…. I had honestly hoped to talk about more enlightening subjects. Please, tell me more about your great culture and religious traditions.

Maverick smiled, “Where to begin…”

Finnari 

The humans were so nice to them. At first they had assumed that the humans would be scary, and they had been right. The fins on the sides of their heads had flared in agitation as they saw the humans, and they had backed away in concern and worry as soon as someone had approached.

But as the humans stopped and bowed, they were surprised and the gentle way in which they moved, and even reached ou  to touch the finnari in a kind way.

They were welcomed aboard the ship with open arms, and it was quickly accepted that here is where they would be safe.

Here they would be accepted.

The finnari are very trusting like that, and so had no problem when their quarters were proven to be situated right in the middle of the human quarters away from the other aliens at the center of everything. This had something to do with their role on the ship, working specifically with the psychological team (They were expected to be needed quickly) Two of them were healers, nurses by trade, and the other two worked with psychological issues, one of them was certified in a cuddle clinic as it was shown the Finnari ahd a similar impact on other creatures as the humans did.

They would be comfortable here, surrounded by all the humans where they would be safe. WHen you are friends with the wolves, there is nowhere safer to be than in the midst of their den.

And so they got to meet and to know their human comrades very quickly, invited to play games and to sit and chat, A few of the humans, less affable than the others might have attempted to be snappish or aggressive towards them, but they were quickly cut off by other humans who would not allow that sort of behavior.

They were going to get along very well aboard the ship.

Conn

There were more voices here than there ever had been before, and threw as a lot of work for him to get done. Conn had been pleased to learn that he was one of the reasons others were forced to sign a waver when boarding the ship. THey had to acknowledge his presence and tell the GA and the UNSC that they were not liable if Conn decided to share any of their personal secrets. They had to make sure that the UNSC or the GA could not be sued if Conn decided to do something stupid.

He was even more pleased to learn that many potential candidates had dropped out when hearing that he would be on the ship.

He was not, however, particularly pleased about their new mascot, a white Leviathan emblazoned on the side of the ship. The Admiral had argued that the thing had saved his life and Conn had argued that that thing had tried to eat his people in the past.

However when the Admiral pointed out that conn didn’t really care about them he hadn’t really been able to argue, and shut up despite his grouchiness.

Now he was fulfilling a role that the Admiral had given over to him rather silently.

The man hadn’t exactly asked him to do it, in fact he had specifically tried to avoid thinking about it when conn was around because he didn’t think the idea was particularly ethical.

Honestly, it was the whole reason why conn had decided to do it in the first place. If the Admiral didn’t want him to do it for ethical reasons, he was totally going to do it. In a way, Conn was sort of the defacto police force on the ship, monitoring thoughts and the minds of others as he went through trying to determine who was going to be a a problem and who was not though he didn’t mention these to the admiral just yet.

He sort of wanted to see what they were going to do, besides, the Admiral still needed to be punished.

He flated up the hall, reaching the familiar mind of the animal waffles, who he had come to familiarize hismelf with. She was very nervous when it came to leaving the commander now, worried that he was going to vanish for no good reason only to leave her alone like had done not so many months ago.

The Admiral did not plan on it, so he tried to sooth her animal mind just a little.

He floated onto the bridge and behind the man’s seat.

He knew when Adam sensed him.

And they both acknowledged each other

“Conn.”

“Admiral.”

‘Everything goes well?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

The Admiral seemed pleased conflating the fact that Conn would do something if anything was ACTUALLY WRONG.

Conn was annoyed to realize he was right. 

[lefemmerougewriter]

The Intoxicating Allure of Steam Power and the Future of Avalor

This is part one of my “The Steamland Chronicles” series. It is a teen-and-up story which uses characters from Disenchantment and Elena of Avalor. Enjoy!

Romantic pairings: Elena Castillo Flores/Naomi Turner; Francisco Flores/Luisa

Friendships: Elena Castillo Flores & Isabel Flores, Isabel Flores & Naomi Turner

Words: 3.8k

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29142207

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1254698867-the-steamland-chronicles-the-intoxicating-allure

Characters: Elena Castillo Flores, Naomi Turner, Isabel Flores, Mateo de Alva, Lady Bowmore, Mx. Lawlor, Mr. Dickens, Francisco Flores, Luisa Flores

Summary: Isabel, in her 30s and part of the Avalor Science Academy, has invented many devices that either run on steam or use it an efficient manner, instead of using coal or oil. In the process, she works with assistants like Lucia, her daughter, and others from across Avalor. She even was working on a horseless carriage and knew that steam power could revolutionize the lives of those in Everrealm's 140 kingdoms, including those in Avalor. One day, Isabel stumbles upon a rip in the fabric of space-time, and she visits a country completely powered by steam, which is technologically advanced beyond her wildest dreams. She soon returns to Avalor, informing her sister, Queen Elena, and her partner, Naomi, who she had been married to for the past 18 years, of the discovery. Elena immediately convenes an emergency Grand Council meeting, hoping to reach a consensus of what to do next, since she knows that the mysterious kingdom could hold the key to moving Avalor into the industrial age, despite the fact that anyone who travels through the dimensional drift could be trapped in strange country forever, with no way of returning to Avalor. What happens next is up to Elena, Naomi, Isa, and the decision of the council...

No one on the Grand Council could believe their ears. Crown Princess Isabel Castillo Flores regaled them with tales about a land she had visited, by accident. This far away kingdom was technologically advanced beyond anything she thought possible and all powered by steam! Elena remained attentive, as did Francisco and Luisa, and even Mateo, who had long since replaced Dona Paloma on the council. Naomi, Elena's wife, and Chancellor, remained inquisitive, asking Isa questions about her journey.

"You mentioned that steam powered everything in this...place you visited. Can you describe more about that? I mean, what technologies could they have which you found...so amazing that you had to tell us all about it?"

Isa scratched her chin and thought about Naomi's question. She wanted to explain what she saw in a way that those on the council could understand. She sighed and formulated an answer. She didn't always like the formality of the council, as she would rather refer to Naomi by her first name, but she got around these pesky rules by not calling Naomi "Ms. Turner," as it seemed awkward to her."It was...ALL so...amazing! There were these flying blimps with something that called 'propellers,' horses with wheels which people rode on, sounds that moved through the air with something called 'speakers,' and pictures which projected on some sort of surface. At one point, went into some storefront and asked a person in there the knobs on a wall were, telling me they were 'buzzbrighters,' automatic electric-powered lights...I never thought something like that was possible, at least not on a large scale."

The other council members sat attentively, wondering what Isa would reveal next about this mysterious country. Mateo, of all people, posed a question, surprising Elena, Luisa, Francisco, and Naomi, as they did not expect him to ask a question about this, since they thought he was interested in magic, rather than technology, since he was the royal magician of Avalor after all.

"You've talked about the technology in this place...whatever it is called...were there any magicians or use of magic? Do you think it is worth mounting an expedition to explore it?"

Isa, again, did not want to disappoint the council, and Mateo's question had put a lot of pressure on her. She breathed deeply and decided to give him the most honest answer she could.

"Well...I never saw anyone use magic, at least not openly. In this place apparently named 'Steamland,' they used science as the basis for everything. I mean, there were machines that flew through the sky, moving motorized walkways, bicycles which hummed, and these machines with expandable metal arms, with their heads in-cased in a glass surface and light coming out of them, chasing this one white-haired girl all the way to the docks. I followed her there and..."

Elena immediately interrupted Isa as she was surprised her sister would do such a thing. It wasn't the way they operated, at least not anymore. "You followed her? Why? You shouldn't be doing..."

Isa cackled and continued. "Elena, I had to...she appeared to be so out of place, with a round nose and freckles, buck teeth like a rabbit, a cyan-colored tunic which had white sleeves, brown boots and leggings, and a belt with a silver buckle. She was like someone from Avalor...who had...bad fashion sense...I wish I had my presto-changer with me to give her a better outfit."

Intrigued, Elena pressed her for further explanation. "Did this...girl...as you call her, have a name? And...why was she there?"

"I overheard someone calling her 'Bean' when she went into some building, I think to save her friend...I later saw her with this greenish elf who she called 'Elfo'...I was about to say hello to her, but an electric charge came out of her fingers and caused the whole city to go pitch black. I thought she would come for me next, so I ran back to where I had come through this portal or dimensional drift, whatever you want to call it, grabbing some stuff along the way, stuffing it into my bag...and now I'm here, before you all...and yes, I think we should explore it further, but cautiously."

The council members were fascinated and interested, especially when she showed them the light bulbs in her bag which she had collected on her journey there. All of them saw the potential benefit in Avalor making an alliance with this new country, even if accessing it proved to be problematic.

Elena's voice boomed across the room. "All who are in favor of this expedition to Steamland, raise your hands." Elena, Naomi, and Mateo raised their hands in favor. Elena spoke once more. "All those opposed, please raise your hands."

The two other council members, Francisco and Luisa, did not raise their hands. Puzzled, and before announcing the council's decision, she asked them what was wrong. Luisa hugged Elena. "Me and Francisco are worried about, you, mija. When you talked about an expedition, we knew it would mean you would be going along...and we don't want to lose you, again." She embraced Luisa. "Don't worry, Abuela, I'll be fine. I promise you that I'll come back...it's my duty as the Queen of Avalor. I won't fail this kingdom...no matter what obstacles are in my way." Luisa smiled. "That's all I wanted to hear. Me and Abuelo will support this, as long as you and anyone else going promises to be careful."

Elena nodded and announced the decision. "It is the order of this council that an expedition to Steamland will be authorized as soon as possible," banging the gavel on the table. She then posed the question to everyone else in the room. "Who wishes to travel with Steamland?" Francisco and Luisa nodded their heads no, as did Mateo. Naomi and Isa enthusiastically shouted "yes!" Elena grinned and hit the gavel against the table once more. "It is so ordered."

Elena and Naomi began packing their small leather purses, full of weapons, like daggers, and other accessories, Isa barged into their room, wagging her finger at Elena, pointing at her beautiful red dress which shone in the sunlight pouring in the window.

"Elena, you can't wear something as flashy as that to steamland...you'll be too out of place!" Grumbling, Elena stamped her feet and moved closer to Isa. "Fine! What should I wear then! I wanted to look nice for...Nomes. I don't care what anyone else thinks! What's wrong with that?" Isa shook her head. "I didn't want to make you angry, Elena...I...wanted to suggest you wore an outfit like the one you wore to the invention fair that time...you know, when you switched places with Naomi."

Elena calmed down and laughed. "Oh yeah, that one...I still remember how Naomi was so embarrassed when Abuela found out."

Naomi began blushing a little bit and then Elena pulled her cheek. "You remember that...Nomes?...it was a while ago." She smiled. "Of course, I remember! My mind is a memory bank of all the times we had together...you silly goose." She went ahead, kissed her on the neck, and tickled her a little. "Stoopppp...Nooomes," she said as she giggled over Naomi caressing her neck, while Isa watched.

Rolling her eyes, Isa tried to remind them of what they had to do. "You know, we have an expedition, right?" Naomi and Elena stared at her sternly, wanting to stay together no matter what, and giving her the leave-us-alone look. Isa decided to give in. "Fine...you two can go on a date to Steamland and I'll be your wing-woman." Naomi and Elena cheered. "Yay!" they said in unison. Isa grumbled and directed Naomi to stand on the platform, while wheeling the bicycle to make the wardrobe machine run. Her outfit was the same as the one Naomi had on, but she had a deep reddish-green bodice, with strong reddish lining and flowers on the bottom, on top of a white top, along with a red skirt and a reddish-green strip across the bottom, black boots, and a dark reddish-green belt.

They were ready for their adventure. Isa led them to the Avalor Science Academy, and metal structure with a square opening. "Ta-da!" she announced. "This is the long-awaited portal to Steamland! I constructed something for it, to make it better...and more official." Elena tussled Isa's hair and commented "Isa, thanks for doing this." "Not a problem," she quipped.

Elena and Naomi held each other's hands while Isa walked beside them. All three stepped into the unknown and entered the so-called "kingdom" of Steamland. They were greeted by face fulls of steam and observed zeppelins, hot air balloons, and other flying contraptions in the skies above. In the distance there were escalators and subways. They scanned the streets. On the roadways were bustling with the horses on wheels, as some called them, motorcycles, and steam-powered bikes. Advertisements for "hot steam," airships, tea stores, bookstores, coffee houses, watch factories, amusements, and other businesses in the city plastered some of the walls. Many of the people wore drab clothing, in dark browns, greens, and strange retro-futuristic hats. Others wore capes and dresses with a little frill, but not too fancy. However, due to the egalitarian nature of the society, no one paid any mind to anything those around them wore and dressed how they pleased.

Taking in all of the sights around them, Elena commented "Isa, you were so right! This place is awesome...although it's a bit drab. It doesn't have all the beautiful colors of somewhere like Avalor." Naomi jested her. "We don't need all of that...because you ARE Avalor, Elena! You are as dazzling as waterfalls in Avalor City, the peak of Mooncliff Mountain, the tiles of Avalor Palace, and the Jaquins flying through the skies. I have all of Avalor with me...all the time." The skin complexion on Elena changed a bit as her cheeks became warm and she began twirling her hair with her finger. "Nomes, that's sweet of you to say...I..." Naomi cut her off and whispered to her. "You don't have to say anything else, you adorable goof...let's have a fun time." Isa again rolled her eyes as Elena and Naomi kissed each other. She didn't mind Naomi and Elena being together but felt left out as their wing woman.

Isa pointed at a nearby stand of a craft brewery shop named Bitsy's Bitterbeer. "Let's go there!" Naomi laughed. "We are here to explore, not to drink until we pass out." Isa pleaded with her and Elena. "Come on...a little sip...please?" Elena grumbled. As soon as she was about to agree, Isa saw something much more interesting: a train powered by...steam! She immediately lost interest in the brewery shop and stared at wonder at the technological marvel before her. "Let's go that way...and ride in one of those metal steam-powered machines!" Before Elena could open her mouth, Naomi, as excited about the machine as Isa, pulled Elena toward her. She pointed to the railcar and proceeded to talk to a stranger. "Uh...Miss, do you know where we can get on that...thing?" The woman laughed. "You must be new here...you can catch the steamrail...at a station a few blocks from here, at the corner of Gunderson Drive and Punky Avenue." Naomi nodded and thanked the woman for her help.

Isa, Naomi, and Elena made their way to the steamrail station, huffing and puffing after running all the way there. The doors of the train opened, and they walked inside, sitting down on some of the available seats. "All customers, please keep your hands inside the car at all times, and be mindful of other passengers," a loudspeaker blared. The message continued. "Enjoy your free ride on the steamrail courtesy of the Gunderson Steamwork Company. Gunderson, it's steam, it's clean, and it's green." The train sped forward. The buttons on one side of the car lit up, allowing passengers to request a stop, whether an attraction in the city, their workplace, or some public institution. Scanning the buttons, Isa saw one labeled "ARCHIVES" and pressed it. She remembered the archives back in Avalor and how she had cleaned it up with her technological prowess, making it accessible to the citizenry, even hiring some of the ordinary citizens as archivists. She was curious to find out how the materials were organized and categorized in this city, considering the focus on science and technology in this steam-powered fantasia.

Elena and Naomi glimpsed out the windows with awe as they passed through the city, clustered with buildings towering into the sky, while Isa remained fascinated by the design of the inside of this machine and all the buttons, listening closely to each of the stops being announced, but the train kept going. Sound boomed out of the speakers. "Next stop is the Steamland Archives and Museum." The conductor pulled a cord, and the steam whistle rang out as the train came to a stop. The doors opened and the conductor announced: "This stop is Steamland Archives and Museum. Please mind the gap between the train and the station platform."

Elena, Naomi, and Isa stepped out of the railcar, through a cloud of steam and saw a grand building before them, which sparkled in the sunlight, which poked through the smog from the nearby buildings. This building had huge columns in the front, a towering dome, and long windows with intricate latticework. While it was officially called the Steamland Archives and Museum, everyone called it the SAM for short, because it was easier to say. Before they entered the building, they came across a woman in armor who had long dirty blond hair, with shades of bronze and light taupe, covered by her helmet. The woman, part of The League of Gallivanting Scrutinators, called out to them. "Hey, can I take picture of you all with my camera...it will be free of charge!" Elena, Naomi, and Isa all shrugged their shoulders, all of them tentatively saying "Yes?" They had no idea what a "picture" or a "camera" was, as nothing like it existed in Avalor. Isa guessed that like everything else in Steamland, it was powered by steam, but she wasn't sure how it worked.

The woman cranked the camera and snapped a photograph, handing it to Elena, telling her to use her hand to wave it back and forth until the colors settled. She snickered and added, "you all aren't from around here, are you?" All three of them nodded. "I thought so," the lady continued. "I didn't introduce myself earlier, but I'm Lady Bowman. What's your names?"

"I'm Elena, the queen of A...," Elena said before Isa covered up her mouth, softly speaking in her ear, reminding her that revelation of their true identities would ruin this mission to observe this country in all its reported glory.

Lady Bowman was intrigued. "A queen? Well, there was that girl a couple days ago who is the princess of that place...called Dreamland I think." She laughed mischievously and went onto say, "...but she wasn't as pretty as you, Ms. Elena." Surprised by such praise from a stranger, Elena remained speechless, but Naomi came to her defense. "Stop trying to hit on my girl...wife!" Bowman waved her hand and cackled. "Fine...fine...but I think you are real fine too, lady."

Naomi, as Elena had done earlier, blushed, and didn't know what to say. Isa took the arms of both of them and pulled them inside the archives, yelling "you can't flirt with any random woman...that ain't right!" Bowman shouted back, "I like girls, that's how it is! See you around, cutiepie!"

Isa grumbled while Elena and Naomi felt relieved. "Whew, at least we got out of that one. Thanks for your help, Isa," Elena said, still catching her breath. Isa smiled. "I didn't  want you or Naomi to get any unwanted attention because someone thinks you are cute. I'm always looking out for you both." Naomi shook her head. She couldn't believe that someone else would flirt with her wife on their "observation" mission. She knew that no one in Avalor would dare do such a thing, even if they liked Elena, because they knew that she would give them a tongue-lashing, although not literally. Isa, shortly thereafter, stuck the photograph in her pack, securing it to make sure that it did not get damaged and that she could show it to the Grand Council.

A woman with mahogany-colored skin, wearing a reddish leather top hat adorned with gears, a burgundy coat with sleeves and some frills, white gloves, and a grayish skirt, welcomed them. She appeared more professional than some of those they had observed in the streets. She certainly acted differently and more openly than any of the archivists in Avalor which Elena and the others had grown accustomed to and read stories about. Noticing they were not from Steamland, she changed her greeting slightly to what she would tell normal Steamlandians. "Hello, fellow travelers. What can I do for you today?" Before Elena or Naomi could say anything, Isa interjected. "We are here to learn the history of Steamland!" The archivist beamed. "I'm so glad to hear that. I'll tell you a little about what we do here. And before I forget, you can call me Mx. Lawlor." Elena shook her hand and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Lawlor."

She began showing them around the archives reading room, lit by a huge and beautiful glass chandelier, explaining that the artifacts there came from far-away lands, courtesy of The League of Gallivanting Scrutinators, and that the archives held inactive records from the corporations in the city and the government institutions determined to have a continuing, and long-term, historical value. A few other people were there, busy examining precious paper documents, and taking notes on lined paper with pencils, as pens could stain records. Elena whispered to Mx. Lawlor, "why don't they have gloves on? Shouldn't people wear gloves on when they handle something that...old? Won't they damage the records?" Mx. Lawlor heartily laughed. "Oh, no, miss, that isn't needed, despite what you've seen or heard. They make documents harder to handle and examine." Elena nodded. Even at her age, she was always open to new knowledge. Isa, standing next her sister, continued to take copious notes about her observations in Steamland in order to prepare a report to the Grand Council. Unexpectedly, Naomi let go of Elena's hand, curiously examining an artifact enclosed in a glass case.

The sudden movement by Naomi caused Elena to spin around, almost losing her balance and falling to the floor. Helped up by Naomi, she told her "that's a pretty gem, isn't it?" Elena stared down at the cyan diamond with horror. It had the same appearance as the one in her royal scepter, also known as the scepter of light, which she had foolishly not brought with her. When she approached it, it began to glow like her scepter, amazing the fellow patrons and archivists.

Somehow the diamond burst out of its glass case, with a piece of glass slicing Elena on the hand. Miraculously, none of the patrons, archivists, Naomi, or Isa were injured by the glass. Wincing with pain, the diamond floated through the air and dropped into her hand with a thud.

Strangely her hand felt warm. She scanned her hand with her eyes for the cut caused by the glass from the destroyed glass case and...it had disappeared! She thought to herself, what kind of weird stone is this?...It can...heal people? and saw the potential of how it could help her subjects, even imagining herself as heading a clinic where she healed people. Without a second thought, she grabbed the diamond tightly and steadfastly refused to give it to Ms. Lawlor or any of the other archives staff who had come to aid them.

Sighing, the archivist carefully approached Elena and attempted to get the diamond back. "Miss, can you, please, let go of the gemstone. We won't press charges. Put it down and we'll forget this whole thing happened." Elena became enraged. With such a stone, she could single-handedly help her people and free them from physical agony. It would be a "revolution," although not the scientific one Isa had been working for.

She stomped her feet on the ground. "I am Elena Castillo Flores, Queen of the Kingdom of Avalor and I will do whatever is necessary to help my subjects...even if it means defying people like...YOU!" Naomi and Isa tried to stop her too. "Elena, please...you don't need this diamond...give it to them," Naomi pleaded. Isa shook her head. "Sis, listen to the archivist and drop that diamond... then, we can go...in peace." For a second she prepared to hand over the stone, but something possessed her to continue holding it. She ran toward Naomi and Isa, aggressively grabbed their arms and loudly screamed, "I'm not going ANYWHERE!...this diamond is MINE!"

As they struggled to escape her grasp, she forced their hands to touch the diamond, causing them to become angry and hostile toward to the archivist and their assistants, who grabbed their pistols nearby and tentatively pointed them at the group. Elena, Isa, and Naomi raised their fists in the air and exclaimed "For Avalor!" In what appeared to be a bluish swirl of smoke, they disappeared into nothingness, like they had never been there in the first place.

Mx. Lawlor confided in her fellow staff. "What the heck just happened? Who was that woman?...what the heck is Avalor?" The other staff members shrugged. No one could completely piece together what had happened. The archives had become, to the staff's lament, a crime scene of sorts.

Across the city, a tan skinned man, the head of the Gunderson Steamwork Company, with curly brown hair, reclined in his chair, sitting behind a desk with a placard reading "Alva Gunderson, CEO." He twirled his mustache, contemplating what could be done about the "incident" at the archives after watching it unfold on his rudimentary telescreen.

He called out to his assistant, Mr. Dickens. "Yes, sir," the young man answered timidly. Alva chuckled. "No reason to be afraid, my fine chap. I'd like you to go down to the SAM. I'd like to have a talk with that...Mx. Lawlor about our...Elena problem." The man bowed. "Yes sir, right away sir. I will do that post-haste." He walked out of the room, opening the door, then closing it behind him.

Alva snickered. "Ms. Flores, you will pay for what you did...you haven't seen the last of Steamland...this is only the beginning!"

******

Tagged: @artpiaz, @everything-elenaomi, @elenaomipeak, @noelle0867, @starry-river-serval, @zoeology31, @jezyan, @zoeves, @avalorspams, @gracetrack-higgins, @themagicwithinpc, @historianofenchancia,

Trying out this Tumblr tagging and its working out real well! I basically tagged all the Elenaomi people (well the active blogs from what I could tell) in hopes of getting more people to read this, although that’s no guarantee it will happen. I know Tumblr isn’t a great place to post fan fics, but I’m reposting it here rather than just posting it on AO3. My plan is to split this story off into its own series, then interweave it with my main series (The Steamland Chronicles). It’s all an experiment, but I think it will work. I will also add that Zoeology31 makes a good point that Naomi could have been a WOC but I’m debating whether I should have her be biracial, Asian, or just keeping her as White. Anyway, the next story will have Catra and Adora crash-landing near Avalor. Then in later stories, those from some of my other favorite series will enter the picture (Zarya Moonwolf and Kitty Boon in Mysticons), there will be some big battle with the people from Steamland, followed by a huge party hosted by Elena and Naomi (because why not), where she will have a bunch of visitors from far-away lands (Marcy, Bonnie, Luz, Amity, Cass with a new girlfriend, Raps, Carmen Sandiego I guess, and a bunch of others), incorporating part of an unfinished fic I once wrote about a galaxy-wide dance competition. While saying all that, this is still all in flux, so I’m really willing to take any suggestions.

Note: While there are a few fics which mention Steamland like RenkonNairu's "Vigilant Queen," cannedgoo's "Mermaid Nights," and orphan_account's " Bean, The Buzzy Stick, and Stience," this is the beginning of a series specifically about Steamland! I'm not sure how many people will read this, ultimately, but I thought it would be worth a shot! Also, please, if you haven't already and wish to do so, subscribe to the Eleanaomi sub: https://old.reddit.com/r/elenaomi/. Thanks! I used the pages on the Elena of Avalor Wiki for the "Grand Council of Avalor," "Scepter of Light," "Avalor," "Naomi Turner," and "Ever Realm," and the Sofia the First wiki for "EverRealm," and on the Disenchantment Wiki for "Queen Bean," "Alva Gunderson," "Lady Bowmore," and "Steamland." I rewatched part of "The Electric Princess" again to make sure I got the look of Steamland right. I also used Reddit posts, "Steampunk Library Concept by Leartes Studios" (an illustration by I_Burn_Cereal) and "The French National Library's Oval Room without books, tables or people" (a photograph by Thibaud Poirier) as inspiration for how to describe the archives. There aren't any illustrations of Steampunk archives I could find, so I sadly had to use one of libraries instead. I also wanted to make the archivist a woman of color, especially since all the images I used as reference were White women. At the same time, I used the helpful "9 Positive Ways to Describe Dark Skin" article (lists ebony, espresso, mahogany, chestnut skin, almond skin, melanin-rich, chocolate, cocoa, and mocha as descriptors to describe dark skin tones) to come with the right color to describe her skin complexion. I know there was a Twitter post I read about it recently which was really good, but I sadly lost it, so I had to use that article instead. I found the name Lawlor in some Victorian name generator and it seemed to make sense to me, while deciding also to make Mx. Lawlor a non-binary and Black character too. I haven't decided on their first name yet, but I'll figure that out in the next fic.

[neuroticphysiologist]

Detection

For Sensory Sunday - Smell @gumnut-logic

There's three things that came to me: Virgil, firefighting, and Pup Pup and Away. And so I made this fic.

One of the hardest for me too. I apologize.

Note about the boys' ages:

Scott - 13

Virgil - 11

**

Apart from being the heavy lifter and pilot of Thunderbird 2, Virgil is also a firefighter. He created and modified advanced gadgets on putting out fires like suppression grenades and low frequency suppression system, of course with the help from Brains. He can easily detect small gas leaks. Some may not find it obvious, but according to him, one small gas leak may lead to danger, unless someone fixes it. He was inspired by his idol and expert firefighter Kip Harris, who found interesting ways to put out fires. May be a bit old-fashioned but still helpful. He's one of the reasons why Virgil got his interest in firefighting.

Another reason is from a small instance he remembered a long time ago.

His Dad took him and Scott to a hot air balloon festival near their state. That is one of those moments that got their interest in taking to the skies. They rode on a hot air balloon and had a great view of the event.

Scott showed Virgil something new about the event. A proud pilot named Maurice was about to ride on a new hot air balloon that he built all by himself. The propane tanks were attached outside the woven wicker basket. Its envelope is shaped like a big round blimp with a fancy design, mixing random colors. Virgil couldn't quite remember what else the pilot added. Now Maurice is busy having a photo op with his solo project.

The two brothers ran to the front part near the platform to witness the launch.

It's interesting to see how the new balloon goes, but Virgil suspects something about the balloon when the pilot hopped in and turned on the heat. He can smell a small leak from the tanks. Maurice didn't even bother check it out. Oh no, this may be bad.

The balloon was about a thousand feet off the ground and climbing.

Why doesn't he notice the leak? It's about to get worse. I can smell it from here!

"Scott?"

"What's up, Virgil?"

"I think his first flight with that balloon is going to be bad."

"Why do you say that?"

"Can you smell it?"

"Smell what?"

"Gas leak. You notice?"

Scott sniffed. "Not so much. That hotdog stand right over there kinda distracted me though. How can you tell?"

"Let's go a little farther."

They moved to the far side of the platform.

"I can smell it from here too."

Scott sniffed again. "You're right."

"This is bad, Scott. He should check it out."

"You wanna know what I think?"

"What?"

"He's a bit of a showoff, I can tell. He's busy having his pictures taken than being concerned about his flight safety."

"I agree with you, bro."

Maurice fired up the burner then suddenly, the balloon wasn't flying right.

Virgil approached to the other pilot on stage named Jimmy, who was entertained by kids who were asking questions about hot air balloons. Then he approached to Virgil. "You have a question, kid?"

"Sir, there's something wrong with the balloon.

And I smell a gas leak before the pilot flew."

"I know, but Maurice is not responding. I'll call him again," Jimmy opened his communicator. "Maurice, check your tanks."

"It's probably just the wind, Jimmy."

"I mean it! You're not flying straight."

That was the only time Maurice checked the tanks, the valves, and the burners. And then he gasped.

"No, no, it can't be! I checked that! Oh no, my balloon's about to blow! A little help? Please?"

Jimmy sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have let him fly that balloon all by himself. Thank you, kid."

"You're welcome," Virgil said.

Then Jimmy called for an emergency plane to rescue his friend.

Jeff found Scott in the new balloon launching event. "There you are, Scott."

"Dad, that new balloon's in trouble!"

"I saw it. Where's Virgil?"

"On the platform."

He found Virgil and told him to come near. Virgil explained about the condition of the balloon. He, Scott, and their father approached to Jimmy to help assess the situation.

The hot air balloon was about to hit a mountain. Just in time, an emergency plane rushed to the rescue. The rescuer caught Maurice and he made it. The new balloon has set its crash course. Well, there goes the brand new hot air balloon.

When the news was shared, the audience cheered for the rescuer who saved the hot air balloon pilot.

Jeff and Scott discovered one fact about Virgil. He was able to detect a gas leak, no matter how small it was.

"Virgil?"

"Yes, Dad?"

"You did a great job today, son."

"Thanks," Virgil smiled.

[welovemonstergirls]

Kyoko, Aoi, Sayaka, Celeste, Junko, Mahiru, Sonia, Kaede and Maki are buried with only their butts sticking out

Huh. Okay, this kiiinda dips into nsfw territory, but there's enough wiggle room here to just go the slapstick route, so what the heck? We'll do it.

Kyoko:

It's one disaster after another for her. For a gumshoe, she proves to be not very surefooted, and winds up tripping and stumbling over branches that may or may not be there. One of them has a beehive attached.

How there's a beehive is beyond her, as it is the middle of freaking winter. When she finally pulls the stupid thing off her head, it's swollen with bumps to the point of looking like a tiny blimp.

This ain't no cup o' noodles, folks. Not nearly as adorable, and much more debilitating. She goes stumbling down a hill because her eyes are swollen shut, and faceplants into a snowdrift at the base of a tree.

Good news, the snow does wonders for the swelling. Bad news, she is embarrassed as hell. She curses herself for wearing a skirt under her winter jacket. Against all odds, and probability, both her upper torso and her legs are submerged in the snowbank. And only her rear end is sticking out from the snow.

So here she is, the Ultimate Detective, floundering for any footing she can get so she is able to dig herself out. It takes a while, but she manages to heave herself out of the snowbank and assume a sense of quiet dignity once again... well, as much dignity as one can have while you're covered in snow and bee stings.

She walks back home without a word, maintaining a neutral expression, and just sits staring at the wall as she tries to process such a weird day.

Aoi:

It's a nice day at the dunes, with a cool breeze coming in from the ocean and a warm sun overhead. The sand isn't as bad as the snow. But it is still coarse, and irritating, and it gets everywhere. Aoi Asahina doesn't really seem to care, though, and is taking a break from her five-mile laps in order to do some sand surfing.

Then she hits a rock and is sent flying like a cork in a bottle, her board spiralling through the air alongside her.

The board plants itself perfectly in one of the dunes. Her... not so much. She lands with all for limbs outstretched to break her fall and just. Sinks in. It's the only way one can explain seeing her bottom sticking out of the dune with the rest of her nowhere to be found.

She groans softly into the sand as she processes what just happened. "Not again..." And then a bunch of crabs emerge, angered at this intrusion on their territory and taking out this anger on the posterior protruding from the sand.

Somehow, the sand doesn't really muffle her yelps of pain. Any onlookers are too busy laughing their asses off to help hers out of this predicament.

Eventually, Sakura comes looking for her, knowing she would probably be in the area, and she ends up stepping on her poor friend's exposed butt.

Sakura has absolutely no qualms about using one hand to pull her friend/maybe-more out of the sand before asking only "What do you think you were doing?"

Hina just pouts, tearing up from frustration. "I was just sand surfing and some jerk put a dumb old rock in the dunes. It's the rock's fault, not mine." She whines.

Sayaka:

It's not easy being an idol. You have to maintain a certain weight, have no romantic relationships because you need to stay "available" for your fans, and (as if that wasn't enough), you then have to deal with those fans hounding you. Sayaka Maizono had to deal with this more often than she would like, but she tends to forget rule number one of horror films: Always try to leave the building. Never go up.

She hurriedly pushed the button on the elevator, rode to the top, and rushed to the top of the building, trying various hiding spots to avoid being caught. But they knew... They always knew... Now she was cornered on the roof, backing away veeeeery slowly... And tripping over a pipe, causing her to pitch over the railing with a shriek. The fans freak out, thinking they caused her to plummet to her death, before a legendary splat is heard and they peek down to see just what happened.

Produce. Rotten produce. She fell smack dab into the middle of a dumpster full of the stuff, some would say that they heard her groaning in disgust in spite of the fact that her head was buried and only the back of her navy-blue skirt was showing amidst all the rotten fruit.

The fans can only stare in shock at just what their idol had gotten into. Then the dump truck arrives. Luckily it is not one with a crusher... But it does lift the dumpstee with the idol inside and dump all the contents, Sayaka included, into the back. Amazingly, she lands in the same predicament, only her rear visible, in the mound of trash and filth, and the truck drives off on its merry way.

When she comes out, she is very miffed, very mortified, and very much wearing a half-empty cup o' noodles on her head. If only Naegi and his internet search history were here to see this.

She sees pictures of her butt sticking out of the trash on the internet. She vehemently denies that it was her.

Celestia:

It's fine to be a good gambler. In fact, it's more than fine. Excellent way to make money, always nice to know when your opponents are lying or bluffing. But gloating? That's another story entirely.

Celestia Ludenberg was very prideful. She was very critical of others, and today, she was just in a horrid mood. And so she took it out on her opponent. She was a tiny, petite, cutesy looking girl with a thick Scottish accent and a temper that put Mondo Oowada to absolute shame. And Celeste insulted her relentlessly and viciously.

All it took was a snap of the fingers. Just that one snap, and two very burly men that the wee lass referred to as her "brothers" (no family resemblance) proceeded to pick Celestia up, tuck her winnings down her bodice, and carry her outside. The last thing Celestia heard before the door slammed shut behind her was "Galoshes may be a tad too kind, lads."

She thrashed about, screaming and ranting. "Put me down, you bastards! You can't do this, I'm a freaking lady!" Screw dignity, she is being manhandled! They don't even react. They just open the door and throw her out. There is a loud splat.

Outside, it appears, is a rather large construction site, and she quickly sank into the concrete as if it were a cartoon version of quicksand. Soon, only her rump and a flag of lace from her skirt marked her presence.

The workers look over in annoyance at whatever ruined the quick hardening cement, but they freeze at the feminine rear end sticking out. One of them tentatively pokes it... And then her rage breaks.

They see the concrete churning like a hot spring, and know that they have disturbed a demon. For her part, Celestia is at least trying to get out and pimpsmack the shiznit out of the person that so impudently prodded her buttocks, but the construction workers don't see it that way.

The cement actually begins to crack and eventually it shatters. The enraged goth slowly rises up, her eyes glowing a demonic red... And then the mixer promptly dumps more cement on her.

She shambles back to her apartment and manages to take a shower where she's able to get most of the concrete off of her... but it clogs the drain. Fortunately for her, at least, she's able to beat the superintendent in a game of cards for it. Sixes full of sevens full house.

Junko:

When it comes to Ya Gal Junko Enoshima, it's a hard time separating what she wants with what one would think she wants.In this case, she managed to get both as she meandered into a factory that harvested manure and manufactured organic fertilizer.

What did she need such a thing for? Why, for an execution of course! She was probably going to use it on that Makoto kid. She never liked him and his stupid hope speeches...

Honestly, the more hope that they had, the harder Despair would hit them in the end. She was giggling to herself about this when she missed her step and fell directly into an incomplete pile of fertilizer.

It was a long way down from the catwalk. Yet she did not scream. In fact, upon realizing what was about to happen, her mouth formed into that twisted 'despair grin'. When she lands in the massive pile, the stuff goes flying everywhere.

And that's *before* she gets the next part of the batch dumped on her, leaving only a plaid-skirted bottom exposed. Hell, does that thing even qualify as a skirt anymore with how much it is currently exposing? Junko is disgusted, humiliated, horrified by her predicament... And she absolutely LOVES it.

Some of the workers come by and start to dig her out, then hear her laughing and decide "You know what? She's clearly having a good time. Let's just leave her there for a little while longer" She ends up staying there for the entire night, and Mukuro has to come collect her.  

Mahiru:

Mahiru Koizumi didn't tend towards nature photography for a very simple reason: You had to be outside *a lot* and far away from any form of amenities that could have made life more comfortable. That meant bug bites, rashes from irritating plants, and having to spend a lot of time chasing her quarry deeper and deeper into the wilderness.

But this bird was just so fascinating, she HAD to get some good pictures of it! It was huge, and it had the most bizarre birdcall... "Meep meep!" Ah. There it was.

It seemed to taunt her, dashing deeper and deeper into the badlands, and she chased after it, suffering one unfortunate turn after another. It all came to a head when she chased after it into a cloud of dust, then tentatively reached down below her feet to feel the ground, only to find nothing.

She blinked in surprise at the unusual sensation. Then she slowly looked down before looking back up with a terrified expression on her face. Then, she fell all the way down the five story cliff and hit the ground with a thud.

Fortunately, there wasn't ground below, but a riverbed, and the water combined with the mud underneath was enough to cushion her fall. However, the fall left her in a very undignified position.

Her rear end was the only thing visible from the muddy ground. Confused, she wiggled a bit before realizing what had happened. At that moment, her camera hit the ground and snapped a photo of her. Fortunately, she was at least able to delete it before it went public.

Sonia:

Preparing for a coronation was always a tedious task, with the arrangements of the amenities, who to invite in order to not offend the country's closest allies, and... well, organizing the banquet. Sonia preferred to oversee everything herself, and her inspection was going swimmingly, so far.

The appetizers were great, the main course was divine, but... she wondered if perhaps she went a little bit overboard on the size of the cake. She needed a ladder to perform the full inspection, and nobody thought about OSHA compliance as she did so. As such, she was standing at the very top of a ladder with nobody bracing it at the bottom.

"Hmm... Perhaps I should have been more clear with what I wanted... A cake this size would be difficult to properly portion and could lead to some inconvenient-" Then the ladder falls and she shrieks as she falls into the baked good.

The results are predictable. The baker is mortified, everyone is scared that they are going to lose their jobs, and only the grey pleats of Sonia's skirt are visible as her tuchus protrudes from the ruined cake.

Sonia is crying in her predicament. "I am ruined! I can never show my face again! A true princess would never suffer such indignity- Goodness, this cake is delicious..."

She then starts raving about the cake and her queenly demeanor is enough to make people forget entirely about the fact that she was just in a potentially compromising position.

Kaede:

Kaede Akamatsu wasn't exactly uncoordinated. It's just that a lot of her coordination was situated in her hands rather than anywhere else. While she was a serviceable ice skater, she wasn't exactly the best in the world, and weird things can happen on the ice.

For example, who put a snowman smack in the middle of the ice? The girl didn't even have a second to process it before collision.

To top it all off, it was a very large snowman, large enough that the whole thing collapsed on her and left her struggling to get out from under a massive mound of snow. The only indication that she was there in the first place was the occasional shifting of the snowman's ruins and a pink skirt covered in a musical staff

She was incredibly embarrassed at this predicament. No doubt everyone was staring at her butt now... And to add insult to injury, the top hat and coal eyes fell down perfectly atop her rump.

It made for something that could almost be called a face, what with the way the staff of music on her skirt formed a curve, but it didn't last long as several people moved to help.

Of course, several more posted pictures online... She was able to laugh it off. She was a good sport. 

Maki:

It was a quiet night, and she'd just finished putting the last kiddo to sleep. A large copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales was tucked under her arm as she crept out of the room. Maki was at least able to stay silent, despite the creaky floorboards, but she wasn't able to anticipate the fire truck.

She managed to keep herself from screaming as she was sent skidding across the room. She had experienced stranger things in her day. She just slid through the orphanage with her improv roller skate until she reached the front door. The doorstop stops the truck. She goes flying out into the garden. All the while, she just looks completely done.

She is not amused, especially when she faceplants into a flowerbed of daffodils. Poor Maki is left in a loser's version of Downward Dog, with the grey miniskirt poking out from the mess of yellow flowers, the rest of her stuck in the dirt.

Her posterior wiggles slightly before she sighs. "I am too tired for this crap..." Then she just decides to go to sleep right there. She wakes up to the kids poking her rear.

She gets up with several flowers sticking out of her hair and a face covered in dirt, but she really doesn't care. It's off to the showers with her, not a word to the kids