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[staravya]

Relative Happiness

When they leave, they take her with them.

—

“Adora,” she says, “this is very important.”

Adora giggles. “Yeah?”

—

“So, good news: she wiped out a pretty big chunk of the Rebel forces. Which is great, because it means your plan’s working,” Scorpia says.

“Yay!” Adora cheers, throwing her arms into the air with so much force she nearly tips over the chair she’s in.

Catra eyes her with mild satisfaction. “Let me guess, the bad side is that we also lost a good chunk of our forces trying to retrieve her.”

“Yup.”

“I did it!” Adora cheers again, and this time she really does tip her chair over, tumbling to the ground with a crash. “Ow.”

Catra props her elbows up on the table and grins as Scorpia leans over and make sure Adora didn’t crack her head open on the floor.

—

“Subject appears to be just as floppy as before,” Entrapta notes, eyeing a very limp Adora giggling to herself. “There was no noticeable resurgence in... level of floppiness, so it definitely didn’t abate over time, so it stands to conclude that so long as her sword’s infected, she’s infected! No need for renewal! Which really calls into question just how closely she and the sword are linked...”

Catra groans, already beyond bored. “We already knew all that—“

“We didn’t know, we hypothesized!“

“—but more importantly, I need you to make something to make it easier for us to stop her.”

“The brakes are broke,” Adora chimes in, delightedly sing-song.

“Well, we can’t put anything on her. Her clothes all change when she transforms. Maybe put something on the sword? But it can’t be too complex, or it’ll get infected and lash out too… no First Ones tech for sure.”

Scorpia prods Adora with a claw, watching the incapacitated princess clumsily poke her back. "Well," she says, "we just need to get the sword away from her, right? So, something like... a big magnet."

“A magnet... yes, that would work. It’d have to have quite a bit of power to pull the sword out of her hands, but it could work!”

—

They unleash her in villages, towns, areas susceptible to surprise attack and too far for Bright Moon to quickly transport forces to.

Entrapta said that Glitter and the other guy would know how to snap She-Ra out of it, and Catra isn’t about to let them take her away again. Yes, she wants She-Ra to kill them with her own hands, but she wants to do it right.

—

“I feel kinda funny,” Adora mumbles into her pillow. “Lil’... just a lil’ loopy. Lilloopy.”

You’ve been loopy for the two weeks, Catra doesn’t say. “Let me see your forehead,” she says instead, and reaches out a hand.

In this state, it’s a coin toss as to whether or not Adora successfully processes any instructions—never mind if she remembers or decides to follow them—but the infected princess seems to crave physical contact. It’s endearing and very easy to exploit, as proven by how quickly Adora scoots closer and leans her head on Catra’s shoulder with a happy sigh.

Rolling her eyes, Catra presses her palm to Adora’s head.

It’s hot, to her surprise. Much hotter than it should be. Catra tends to run hotter between the two of them, but right now...

“You’re sick,” Catra observes, mostly to herself. She tries not to think of angry red roots locked around She-Ra’s sword, of wires smoking under the strain, of Adora’s increasing lethargy.

“Silly,” Adora nearly slurs into her shoulder. Catra feels her press a smile there, like a benediction, before she closes her eyes. “Course I’m sick. S’what vi... v... being sick does. You're floofy.”

—

“She-ra is, essentially, programming. Seems like it’s only compatible with Adora, but I can’t figure out why that is. What makes her so special?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It has everything to do with everything! The sword’s a piece of First Ones tech, a runestone linked directly to her. It could be that parts of her bodily functions are connected to it—like her immune system, in this case.”

“Then... her body is trying to fight off the virus. That’s why she has a fever. But you said the sword was infected, not her.”

“She’s not! That’s why she’s not all rage murdery when she doesn’t have the sword. But she’s still connected to it somehow. Maybe the comparability allowed a few aspects of the virus to affect her, but not all of it. Just enough to make her body think it’s sick. In a short span of time, this would be meaningless, but she’s been infected for nearly a month now, and her body is exhausted from constantly fighting something it can’t beat. It... might actually kill her, at this rate.”

Catra feels her ears pin back before she can stop them, betraying her discomfort.

—

Adora looks up at Catra. Her blue eyes are streaked with thin threads of angry red—not all-consuming crimson like She-Ra, but something a little too close to it. They’re hazed over and directed only vaguely in Catra’s direction, like she’s having trouble focusing on her.

“Come on,” Catra says, again.

Adora laughs, but it’s a strained, hollow sound. “I’m going away,” she says. She does not move.

“Don’t be dramatic.”

A smile. “Going away,” she says, again.

Patience has never been one of Catra’s strong suits. She sighs, reaches over to pull back the thick blanket Adora’s bundled herself in, and—

Adora puts a hand on Catra’s wrist, stilling her. For the first time, she sees the subtly-glowing network of veins stretching from Adora’s fingers to her elbow. Most of them glow a faint red, but her fingertips have turned an ashy gray.

It’s like the red roots in the sword that lock around She-Ra’s arms have wormed their way under Adora’s skin. Unease prickles at the back of Catra’s neck, knowing that this… can’t be good.

After a moment, Adora lets her hand drop, like she’s too tired to keep holding on.

Something unhappy claws at the back of Catra’s throat. This isn’t what she wants.

Catra says, “Fine, lazy bones, you can sleep in,” and leaves.

She doesn't look back, but feels Adora's gaze prickle against her neck anyway.

—

“Can you turn it off?”

“Not without destroying it, and it’ll take me months to get it working again.”

—

Catra watches the little princess grab the archer and Adora, the sword tucked under one arm and the data crystal tucked under the other, and vanish.

She hopes against hope that they aren’t too late.

—

The first thing Glimmer does when they get to Bright Moon is throw the data crystal onto the ground and stomp, furiously, a sob caught in her throat.

“Glimmer,” Bow begins, but he’s got his arms full of a feverish Adora, and he doesn’t really want to stop her, anyway. He watches as the crystal splinters under her feet, a thousand glittering pieces of red fading to innocuous green as its self-sustaining power dies down. Glimmer’s heels chase after every shard, slamming into them over and over and over until there’s little more than dust remaining.

Adora whimpers, pulling them away from the destruction.

“Here, I’ll hold her,” Glimmer says, reaching for Adora. “Mom’s waiting. You get this… thing cleaned up and incinerated, I don’t want to see it ever again.”

“Okay,” Bow says. He carefully shifts Adora into Glimmer’s waiting arms, increasingly worried by the lack of response from their friend.

—

“The worst of it passed with the crystal. She should be recovering just fine on her own.”

“Can we see her?”

“Of course. I think having people near might help, actually. Her illness isn’t infectious, so give her a hug for me, won’t you?”

—

There’s an attack the next day—not on Bright Moon, but on one of the villages in the woods.

Glimmer and Bow unwillingly pull themselves away from Adora’s bedside to help, urged by the knowledge that they’re needed (and by the reassurance that Adora was well on the mend). They arrive quickly enough to minimize damage and save most of the residents, thankfully, though everyone’s eager to get it over with.

From the corner of her eye, Glimmer spots a familiar feline form. Heterochromatic eyes meet hers for a split second, and then Catra ducks into the shadows and by the time Glimmer teleports there, she’s gone.

“I hope you’re fucking proud of yourself!” Glimmer shouts, recklessly drawing attention her way, but she doesn’t care. Every part of her bellows in righteous fury and she can’t stop thinking of Adora’s weakly whispered, Catra, did you leave? I’m sorry, I miss you, I miss you, I love you. “I hate you!”

The whine of a charging cannon gives Glimmer enough time to teleport out of the way of the blast.

[good-pokemon-center-reviews]

OKAY so a few announcements!!!!

first off, thank you for all the support during and after the semester! it was tough but i’m so glad it’s finally over :���)

second, i’m looking to start posting again sometime next week! i’ll stick to my tuesday, thursday, sunday schedule. no promises i'll post every week but that's the goal!

and lastly, i’ve started a bird pokemon tournament! i’ve been thinking about it for months now and i’ve finally gotten around to it!! painstakingly hand-seeded by me, no randomized brackets! check it out @bird-pokemon-showdown

it’s my first time doing something like this so i really hope it’ll be a fun experience!!!

[lady-morrigen]

xo - s.h.

kinktober/freaky fall prompt: teasing

pairing: steve harrington x oc charlie myers

rating: e; 18+ only

warnings: teasing, smut (p in v sex, handjob), cuddling

His whine was almost pathetic, a small, desperate thing as his thick fingers dug painfully into Charlie’s hips, begging her to keep moving. She chuckled then, deep and throaty, as she lifted off of him, hovering just out of reach of his thrusting hips. She hadn’t let him remove his boxers yet, insisting on working him up slowly until he lost all sense of self-control. 

“Please.” His voice was raspy, a tinge of anguish wavering at the edge. Strands of her long, chestnut hair tickled his hands as they hovered by the small of her back. 

“I didn’t tell you that you could touch me yet, Steve.”

She moved to get off of his lap, a smirk playing at her lips as she shifted to his side. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Please, I promise I’ll be good.” His eyes, nearly black with need, stared up at her, wet and pleading.

With a laugh, she shuffled down the bed, bracing her hands on his freckled thighs, and peering up at him from under her long lashes. 

“I’ll take it easy on you,” she said, breath fanning over the length of his bulge, “if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.”

He swallowed thickly, his eyes locked on the distance between her lips and the straining fabric, and nodded. Charlie hummed her approval and his hips bucked toward her mouth of their own accord. Not wanting to keep him waiting for too long, she began to gently walk her fingers along the length of him, stopping before she reached the tip, and walking them back down, excruciatingly slow. Gripping his hips, she followed the path her fingers had taken, tracing her nose over the underside of his cock.

When she noticed the dark blue spot staining the fabric, she placed a delicate, lingering kiss there. Sparing a look up for his reaction, she saw Steve’s gaze glued to the ceiling, his bottom lip clenched tightly between his teeth. 

“Oh, Stevie,” she tutted. “What do you want me to do for you, baby?”

“Touch me” His voice was shaky, barely more than a whisper. "Please.”

Her fingers worked deftly, undoing the buttons on the fly of his boxers, taking him in hand and gently pulling him through the opening. The whispered curses tumbling from his lips spurred her on as she slowly stroked him, rolling her palm over his leaking tip with each pass. His breathing became more erratic, his fingers flexing as he fought the urge to touch her. His head pressed deeper into the pillow, the tendons of his neck straining as she added another hand, moving them in opposite directions, pumping him faster.

“Fuck, baby… I need more.”

She let go, ignoring his petulant whine as she crawled up the length of his body, placing a finger to his lips. She kissed him once, twice, three times, her lips lingering against his just long enough to leave him chasing her for more. She pulled his plump lower lip between her teeth, tugging gently, and lowered herself onto his lap once more. 

She slowly slid her slick folds along the now bare skin of his throbbing length. The growl that ripped through his chest let her know that his control was slipping. Charlie sped up the movement of her hips, getting lost in the sensation of the head of his cock brushing against her clit at just the right angle. 

Deciding she’d teased him long enough, she leaned forward, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss, grinding on him at a desperate pace and whimpering against his mouth. 

“Steve… oh God, Steve. Touch me. Please.”

Before she knew what was happening, Charlie had been flipped onto her back, Steve hovering over her, the blunt tip of him notched at her entrance. He pushed in slightly, pulling back to run himself through her folds, slapping himself against her clit before pushing further inside. She kicked at the sheets that tangled at her ankles, allowing herself to fully open up for him, and situating her head against the plush pillows.

Shudders racked through both of them at the feeling of him fully seating himself inside of her. His forehead dropped to hers, sweaty strands of his messy hair falling into her eyes, as his hand gently cupped her cheek. They lay there like that for a moment, completely still, reveling in the feeling of their connected bodies, their breath mingling through a half dozen almost-kisses.

When he began to move inside her, she hooked her ankles behind his thighs, angling her hips to take him deeper and deeper still, nails raking over the plump flesh of his backside as she moved against him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, biting and sucking tiny purple bruises into her skin, savoring the salty taste of her on his tongue. 

They began to move in tandem, their bodies seeming to be so in tune with each other that it was hard to decipher where one began and the other ended. 

Steve canted his hips slightly, bringing one hand up to cup her breast, twisting and pinching her pebbled nipple between his thick fingertips. The other firmly gripped the back of her thigh, shifting it higher on his hip, sure to leave bruises for her to find in the morning. From this new angle he brushed against that spongy spot inside of her, far beyond her own reach, making her feel like she had been struck by lightning. 

Her toes curled, legs tightening their grip on his thighs, and she buried a hand in his hair, keeping his face pressed into her neck. She felt him smile against her, wicked and mischievous, before he raked his teeth over her sensitive skin, nibbling softly at her collarbone. She arched her back, pushing him impossibly deeper inside of her, a choked sob escaping her as she dug her nails painfully into the meat of his ass, using the grip to guide him back and forth, over and over the spot that made her see stars until she was sure she would crumble to dust beneath him. 

Charlie felt her release building low in her gut, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment. Mouthing over her jaw, he placed a sloppy kiss to her mouth, whining against her lips when he felt her tighten around him. His hips snapped against hers, setting an erratic pace that let her know he was just as close to coming undone as she was. 

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. He tugged her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking lightly, kissing her again. “Let go for me.”

Every muscle in her body felt like it was wound tight enough to snap. Unable to form words, her moans crescendoed into a high pitched whine as she shattered around him. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded her body and she felt the tension in her limbs begin to melt away into something warm and utterly divine. She kissed him again, slow and lazy, relinquishing her grip on his ass to tangle both hands in the damp hair at the nape of his neck. His hips stilled, pressing deeper, his own broken moans filling the room as he spilled inside her. 

Reluctantly, Charlie extracted herself from Steve, tiptoeing to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When she returned, she found him sprawled on his stomach, face smushed into the pillow, an arm stretched over the empty space of the bed, waiting on her to fill it.

She had to stifle a giggle at the sight of Steve’s bare ass on display, his boxers having been shed sometime in the midst of their fun. She gave his cheek a little slap and he jumped, sitting up to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her down onto the bed in a fit of giggles. He threw a muscular leg over her thigh, using the arm wrapped around her waist to pull her against him, and buried his face in her neck.

They stayed like that for a while, too content to bask in the feeling of being in each others’ arms to shift into a more comfortable position. Charlie petted the silky strands of Steve’s hair from his forehead, listening contentedly to his breathing as it slowed, syncing with hers, until they both fell into a peaceful sleep.

(dividers by @saradika)

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[space-mist]

posting this on my blog where i'm moderately safer. i feel like people online just do Not know how to give good praise/compliments anymore, its always just people goin "*eats ur art*, omg op im gonna kill myself," or some string of emoji combos. which is nice and all...but i feel like the trend of jokey meme responses to people's hard work has seriously damaged the way you interact with artists. not everyone's gonna take that as something nice, it more often than not comes out as an empty remark that doesn't really tell the artist anything. the energy you spent into telling an artist how you're going to shoot them for making an emotionally evocative piece would've been better used telling them how it resonated with you and what you liked about it,

[ahdkshax]

jack im eepy can you tell me a pkmn bedtime story of your choosing

alright anon. you asked for a bedtime story. you never said if you want it serious or not

once upon a time, there was a young cleffa.

she was a sweet little thing, with her big ears and small eyes, but there's one thing she had that no other cleffa had ever: she really, really wanted to go to the moon. every night it went outside and wandered to the plains and watched the moon rise and fall in the sky, all until the sun came to take its place.

now, one day, the cleffa finally got an idea of how to get to the moon. "ill ask my friend chimchar to throw me as hard as he can!" she thought, "then ill make it to the moon!"

so she went out to see her friend chimchar.

"hi chimchar, can you throw me to the moon?"

chimchar looked at cleffa and smiled.

"of course!" he said, "anything for a friend!"

and so that night, cleffa brought chimchar out to her moon-watching spot. he picked her up and wound up, up, up,

then WOOSH!

cleffa was flying to the moon! she reaaaached out to grab it--

but she fell all the way back down to the ground.

"sorry," chimchar said. "im not strong enough to throw you all the way to the moon."

"but that's okay!" said cleffa, "ill find another way!"

and so cleffa and chimchar spent the night watching the moon and planning until the sun came to take its place.

finally, cleffa got an idea! "maybe," she thought, "maybe i can ask my friend starly to fly me to the moon!

and so she went out and found her friend starly and asked her to fly to the moon.

"well i'd love to!" starly said with a chirp. "it can't be that far!"

cleffa smiled. "as long as you can fly higher than chimchar can throw me, then we can make it!"

and so that night, cleffa brought starly to her moon-watching spot and held onto starly's legs.

and one

two

three!

they were off!

cleffa looked up to the moon with starly. surely they were higher than before!

so she reached out to grab the moon, but accidentally slipped and started to fall back down to the ground!

starly caught cleffa and brought her safely, breathing heavy from all that flying.

"im sorry," she said, "i couldnt fly high enough to reach the moon."

"that's ok," said cleffa, "we really got close that time! ill think of another idea!"

and so cleffa and starly sat and watched the moon, thinking of plans until the sun came to take its place.

finally, cleffa had a great idea!

"what if me and my friends went up the mountain, then chimchar threw both starly and me, and then we flew the rest of the way to the moon?"

so she went and asked her friends, who thought it would be a great adventure and definitely work this time!

so the three went to mount coronet and climbed up, up, up to the very top where all the marble pillars were. chimchar held starly and cleffa in his hands and was just about to throw them, when the three heard something behind them.

"excuse me," said the voice, "what are you doing?"

the three turned around to see a big white and gold pokemon theyd never seen before! chimchar and starly were scared, but cleffa walked over to the stranger triumphantly, with its big ears and small eyes, and spoke.

"im going to the moon!" she said, "and my friends are helping me get there!"

the white and gold pokemon turned its head.

"how so?"

"well, chimchar is gonna throw me," said cleffa, "and starly will fly me the rest of the way!"

the white and good pokemon stopped, then bowed its giant head to meet cleffa.

"here," it said, "let me help you. get on my head and i can raise you up to meet the moon."

but cleffa stopped for a moment.

"what about my friends?" she asked. "can they come with?"

the white and gold pokemon smiled.

"of course they can! you don't want to be alone up there, do you?"

and so all three of them climbed onto the white and gold pokemon's head, and it stood waaaay up, up, up, until cleffa reached out to touch the moon, and it was there!

cleffa and her friends all cheered, finally meeting the moon and thanking their new friend for helping.

"but now," cleffa frowned, "how do we all get home?"

"you don't want to stay on the moon?" the white and gold friend asked, a bit confused.

"no," said cleffa, "i want to stay with my friends and their friends! i like looking at the moon with them."

the white and gold pokemon laughed quietly, then lowered back down, down, down back to earth, so low it could return the trio to the moon-watching plains.

and the four of them sat and watched the moon until the sun came to take its place, and cleffa was happy.

[starlypenguins]

From the last question 👋 if it’s not too much to ask, what happened during your first semester to make it so bad? If it’s too much that’s totally valid and you don’t have to answer 😇✨

I’m just gonna put this in dotjot form and go off of what i remember (this probably won’t be in chronological order)

Tried to kill myself 3 times

Was sexually harassed

Had the cops come to my house 2 times

Had to help a friend run away from his house for a week, spent over $500 on him, then found out he was a massive piece of shit

Had to put up with him breaking up with his boyfriend, who was also a good friend of mine at the time

Had my first kiss with his now ex-boyfriend and got into a queerplatonic relationship with him

got abandoned by him after i tried to kill myself

Got into a massive fight with someone else that we were friends with at the time and was called a fat ugly cunt who fakes being trans all the time

Was accused of editing that message and having everyone take her side despite me having evidence and her having nothing

Was stalked by her and still gets sent creepy ass messages from her

got rejected by 10 different therapists

Helped yet another friend run away from her abusive parents

Saw my friends dick. that one wasn’t too bad, it was just weird

Got yelled at by my older sister a bunch before she eventually ran away, we still no fucking clue where she went but she’s turning 23 next month so we really can’t do shit

Ended up with a new older brother figure

Discovered that there’s a lot of shit wrong with my body

Had my entire reality shaken when i realized that the shit my parents do isn’t normal at all

And i think that’s it??? Sorry if i didn’t really elaborate that much, it’s just a lot to type out

[shiny-kaibernyte]

I immediately gave you a follow since you wrote Drayton content. Toothpaste man!!!

Anyways, I love drama. I like the idea of Drayton pining after the reader while also making Kieran jealous 😭😭 could you write something like that??

Please take care of yourself btw! You write wonderful content!

We love our toothpaste man! And I'm so glad you like my stuff. This is so sweet of you and such an amazing request as well I would love to do this for you! I really do hope you like this 💜💜

Side note: I got a shiny Popplio when I read your request so I named it Cloudy as a little nod to you whenever I play.

Pokémon Scarlett and Violet Indigo Disk DLC Spoilers ahead!

A rivalry between the Dragon Elite four members and the Champion of the BB League turns into much more than just a race for Pokémon battles. When Drayton just wants to take you out on a date, Kieran's jealousy comes out to play, only pushing Drayton's goal to win your heart more.

SPOILER WARNING AHEAD (Indigo Disk Main Story and a little bit of The Teal Mask)

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A Dragon’s Heart | Drayton x Reader

“Awe, come on~ just one date!” Drayton innocently pleaded, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes staring down at you whilst you scribbled down notes from your previous shiny hunt. 

You shook your head with a cheeky smile on your face, as you continued to scribble, “And my response will remain the same Drayton, a cafeteria chat is not a date! Maybe I'll say yes when you think of something creative, hm?”

“I’m creative! The cafeteria is just easy, it's not too noisy since everyone eats out in the terrarium! Plus free food!” He joked, attempting to make it sound appealing, even though he knows it's not good. Unfortunately, his brain can’t think of anything good enough, at least for him. Everything he’s thought of, he doesn’t think is good enough for you. And he’s thought of a lot. “I can help you out with your shiny notes, you know~ maybe even join you on a hunt!”

“Drayton, you don’t know the first thing about shiny hunting, let alone actually joining me on one.” You sighed jokingly, looking up at him as you closed your notebook, “If I remember correctly, didn’t you fail a shiny Pokémon?”

His face turned slightly red, embarrassment washing over him for a moment as he grumbled to himself, “Hey I thought the Axew was sick… It’s not my fault I didn't know the Axew was going to run from me!”

“You threw a berry at its head!” You exclaimed, lightly chuckling when you saw his embarrassed face. “And you call yourself the Dragon expert” 

His embarrassment turned into laughter as he thought about how stupid that was, the pair of you laughing together with bright smiles on your faces.

Your laughter didn’t go unnoticed however, from across the room, Kieran's eyes glared into Drayton. The sound of you laughing along with him only fuels Kieran's desire to be the best. But the jealousy was too strong for him to focus with the two of you laughing. “If you two are finished chirping like Starly’s over there, Drayton, you have a battle in five minutes. I suggest you get going.”

“Relax Kieran, I got plenty of time bud! Besides, it's unlikely they will be on time, it takes a while to prepare for a battle against one of us. So my opponent can take as long as he needs to!” Drayton argued with a hint of playfulness in his voice as Kieran gritted his teeth. A small smile crept on your face when you heard Drayton’s response, that was something you always admired about him. His patients was contagious, never rushing anyone into anything, always trying to make someone smile. Sure he has his moments of cockiness but that just adds to his character, every Dragon has a bite after all.

“Spoken like a true Elite, Drayton!” You chimed, standing up from the sofa. Drayton’s face turned a light pink, his heart lightly thumping. Surprised at himself that something so simple made him blush. His dragon heart only making more room for you.

Kieran's heart pounded in rage at your words, annoyed over the fact you were saying those words to Colgate and not him. Eventually, he puts on his no fudges given face and turns towards you both fully. “If you want to remain as the top Elite four members, Drayton, I'd get to your battle. I still have the power to remove you from this club.”

“Alright Alright! I’m going!” Drayton sighs, raising his hands in defeat. Kieran shook his head displeased as Drayton stretched his arms up, a sigh leaving his mouth before turning back to you. “So about that date… How about instead, as a warm-up, you come watch my battle as my special guest? That way, it’s not our official first date and I still get to spend time with you.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, trying to see where he’s going with this and what extra little plan he has going on inside that head of his. Until he raises a hand up for you to take, a genuine smile on his face as he patiently waits for your decision. With a bright smile, you take his hand, “I think that is a fair deal.”

“Have fun moping, Kieran!” Drayton yells as he gently pulls you along with him towards the door. Kieran had steam coming off his body as he watched the pair of you leave, and not just from Drayton’s response. A smirk appeared on Drayton’s face when he saw the jealousy in Kieran’s eyes. 

Soon his focus returned to the matter at hand, and he smiled at you, pushing and holding the door open for you as he guided you through it, “After you sweetheart~”

[haikirii]

My favorite prints of Cellbit responding on Discord about Paranormal Order

TRANSLATION: Redite: Is this a lore drop encoded in a monkey analogy? Cellbit: This is a monkey writing Shakespeare.

Translation: Tonyto: Do you want to leave characters with 0 strength with only 2 slots? I think it's not enough Cellbit: Go to the gym, chicken

Translation: Nab: What is the result of 1+1? Cellbit: Several

Translation: Gosk: Cellbit, reveals what the distortion of egoic perception is Cellbit: It's exactly this

Translation: Portill: Kian knows what Cringe and Omegalul is? Cellbit: Yes Starlis: Can I put this on Wiki? Cellbit: No

Translation: Ian: What happens when we fail the Diplomacy check to calm ourselves down on the Secret Agent path Cellbit: You can't calm down yourself

Context: Only the first chapter had been released as a preview of the supplement for those who pre-ordered it.

Translation: Anonymous: I don't understand, my expectation was something surviving the HORROR and there are things very… Not so horror Cellbit: Chapter 2 - The Horror

[scarred0and-starry]

First kiss - The Marauders

AN: a couple of quick updates, i've been writing like crazy today, saw into the woods again tonight and it was amazing, as per usual. anyhow it hit me with some inspiration for the theatre kid au so i've put a few hours of work into that, don't really know whose interested in it but i'm having fun so i think I'll see it through, first chapter tonight maybe? i think im gonna stack up some of these hc posts and schedule them to post so i can focus on the au. either way im having the time of my life writing. anyway i've rambled enough though, enjoy!

-starly ☆

Remus J. Lupin

The moon was still a week away, but Remus felt its tug all the same. The two of you sat beneath a tree on the edge of the lake, the castle glowing softly behind you, and the air heavy with the scent of rain that had passed earlier in the evening.

“Do you ever feel like everything’s too much?” he asked suddenly, his voice low, almost swallowed by the gentle lapping of the water.

You looked at him, your heart aching at the way his shoulders seemed to carry the weight of the world. “Sometimes,” you admitted. “But it’s easier when you’re not alone.”

He turned to you, his golden-brown eyes soft and searching. “Is it?”

“Yes,” you said firmly. “It is.”

The words hung between you, delicate and fragile, until he reached out, his hand brushing yours. You turned your palm to his, threading your fingers together, and he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“I don’t know how to…” he started, his voice trailing off.

“You don’t have to know,” you whispered, leaning in just enough to let him decide.

And he did. Slowly, cautiously, he closed the space between you, his lips pressing against yours in a kiss so gentle it was almost shy. His hand found your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin as though he couldn’t quite believe this was real.

When you finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours, a soft, breathless chuckle escaping him. “That wasn’t too much,” he murmured.

“Not at all,” you replied, smiling.

Peter J. Pettigrew

The Gryffindor common room was nearly empty, the fire crackling softly as rain pattered against the windows. Peter sat beside you on the couch, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his sweater.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you said, nudging him gently.

“Am I?” he asked, his voice higher than usual. He cleared his throat, glancing at you before looking away again. “Just… thinking.”

“About?”

“You.” The word slipped out before he could stop it, and his eyes widened as though he wanted to pull it back.

You tilted your head, a smile playing on your lips. “Me?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “You’re—you’re really important to me, you know.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you reached out, covering his hand with yours. “You’re important to me too, Peter.”

His gaze flicked to your hand, then to your face, and for a moment, he seemed to gather all his courage. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss so tentative it felt like a question.

When you didn’t pull away, he pressed closer, his hand trembling slightly as it cupped your cheek. The kiss was sweet and a little clumsy, but it was undeniably Peter—honest and full of warmth.

When he finally pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, but he was smiling. “I can’t believe I just did that,” he said, his voice tinged with awe.

“I’m glad you did,” you replied, squeezing his hand.

Sirius O. Black

The Astronomy Tower was quiet, the sky above a canvas of stars blurred slightly by the lingering haze of a recent rain. Sirius leaned against the stone railing, the cool breeze ruffling his dark hair as he looked at you with a lopsided grin.

“You spend too much time thinking,” he said, his voice light but tinged with something deeper.

“And you don’t think enough,” you shot back, though your tone held no real bite.

He laughed, low and warm, before stepping closer. “You’re probably right.” He tilted his head, his gray eyes scanning your face. “So, what are you thinking about now?”

“Maybe I’m thinking about you,” you said, your heart pounding at your own boldness.

His grin faltered for a moment, replaced by something softer, almost vulnerable. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Sirius’s hand brushed against yours, his fingers hesitant at first but growing bolder when you didn’t pull away. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” he murmured, his voice dropping.

“Why?”

“Because you make me want things I’m not sure I deserve.”

Before you could respond, he closed the gap between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was anything but hesitant. It was warm and urgent, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck as though he needed to keep you close.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, and he let out a breathless chuckle. “Bloody hell,” he said, his grin returning. “You’re even better than I imagined.”

James F. Potter

The Quidditch pitch was deserted, the stands empty and the grass damp from the evening’s rain. James had dragged you out here under the pretense of showing you a “cool trick,” but now he was just holding his broom and looking at you like you were the most fascinating thing in the world.

“So,” you said, crossing your arms, “what’s this trick, Potter?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “Okay, maybe that was an excuse.”

“An excuse for what?”

“To get you out here. Alone.”

Your eyebrows rose, but before you could reply, he stepped closer, his usual bravado replaced by something softer. “Look, I’m not great at this kind of thing,” he admitted, his hand ruffling his already messy hair. “But I like you. A lot.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you smiled. “I like you too, James.”

His face lit up, and before either of you could second-guess it, he leaned in. His lips met yours in a kiss that was as confident as it was sweet, one hand gently cupping your cheek while the other still clutched his broom.

When he pulled back, he was grinning from ear to ear. “So, does this mean you’ll go out with me?”

“Wasn’t that already obvious?” you teased, and he laughed, spinning his broom triumphantly.

“Well, now it’s official.”

[nierly-amazing]

On the bright side I'm writing more again so I might have more juice left over to squeak out some more nier fics. Eventually.

(I promise I haven't forgotten about memory cage and limbo)

@starly-amazing 🤝 @nierly-amazing

[staravya]

me @ me: do not yuck someone elses yum. do not yuck someone elses yum do not yuck someone elses yum. do n

[franstastic-ideas]

Irida is shown to be an excellent flute player while Adaman is stated to be terrible at it.

Something I enjoy doing when writing the Clan Leaders is have them continue to be complete opposites:

Adaman has expressed an interest in cooking, he has a talent for it, but Irida is an abominable chef.

Irida's penmanship is elegant and pretty, while Adaman's is frequently compared to Starly scratches.

Adaman enjoys spicy flavors and dislikes dry ones, while Irida loves dry flavors and can't tolerate spicy tastes.

Irida really loves mushrooms, but Adaman absolutely despises them. He says they taste like dirt (and he's right-).

[lady-morrigen]

A wee challenge! Make a four pic mood board for one of your oc's/fics and give us a short summary 🖤

ok so i can't choose - they're all my babies! so uh... have them all lol (also i literally threw these together and should not be considered a reflection of my ability to make moodboards lmao)

starting with Allaegon, we have Aegon Targaryen x Allana Tyrell. Allana is sent to KL as Queen Alicent's ward as a favor to her parents. She befriends the Targ kids, as they're close to her in age. she and Aegon unwittingly fall in love, but a freak accident robs her of her memories and they have to navigate a rocky path to rediscovering their connection.

Fenndry are my sweet babies, Gendry Baratheon and Fenna Smallwood. on the run to save his life, Gendry stumbles upon Fenna during the journey to Winterfell. they fall into a whirlwind romance and Fenna must choose if she is to remain the obedient daughter or run off with the King's bastard.

and, probably my favorite, Starlie! I don't even have a complete story for them yet, but i am so so in love with Steve Harrington and Charlie Myers. i cannot wait to see what these crazy kids get into!

tysm, ily 🖤

[fennelwrites]

Part 2 of reader who can talk to Pokémon please!!!!!!!

(a/n: HI HELLO I'M NOT DEAD i say despite having said exactly that last time oops

but um. yeah idk i wanted to write again and i had the bug so i'm here now oopsie! idk if i'll ever have a consistent schedule again but i did finish something for the first time in a while so here you get Content

also. thank you all for your patience with me. i am sorry it has taken me literal years to get to requests but i promise you they are in progress and i have not given up on them, so i hope you haven't either!! i still love this little scrinkle scrunkle and i hope he hasn't faded from your consciousnesses yet

anyway enjoy the fic uwu)

You leaned against the smooth surface of the Mossy Rock, waiting for a familiar head of blond hair to appear. Around you, the Buneary gave you a wide berth, but you heard them gossipping about you from afar. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore them, even as they snarked about Volo’s outfit.

Your visits to the Mossy Rock had almost become weekly occurrences at this point. At first, you thought he might not come back, but lo and behold, he’d arrived with his Pokemon in tow. Now, you spent most of your time here. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was something that drew you to the place. Drew you to Volo. Perhaps it was the fact that you’d felt understood for the first time in years, the first time you’d felt like that weight was lifted off of your shoulders.

You knew it was a little foolish, but you hoped Volo felt that way too. 

Sure enough, a few moments after you’d gotten yourself settled in the grass, the gentle, delicate chirps of a Togekiss heralded Volo’s arrival. He smiled at you as he approached, the angelic Pokemon flying low over his head. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long,” he greeted, sitting down next to you. “I wasn’t,” you replied, smiling softly. “How was the trip?”

As time passed, you talked about all sorts of things, from the weather in the Highlands to the Starly passing overhead. Volo had made a little home for himself just outside the Obsidian Fieldlands, far enough away from Jubilife Village that he wouldn’t be seen but close enough to take advantage of the region’s naturally fair weather. He’d given you the rough location so that you could come see him when you next had time off, an outing you eagerly looked forward to.

Ever so slowly, the sun made its way across the sky, and it painted the Heartwood in soft dusty pinks by the time you came to a natural pause in conversation. All around, you could hear gentle whispers and chirps of the forest Pokemon, going about their lives with their usual hustle and bustle. There were many of them, but you’d gotten used to tuning them out so they weren’t overwhelming.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Volo’s slate gray eyes locked onto you, and you turned. “Something the matter?”

Volo was silent for a moment before looking out to the forest. “You’re hearing them, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “Nothing special. Just…them going about their lives, you know?”

“Right…” Volo trailed off, finding something transfixing about the dirt.

You furrowed your brow, looking at Volo with concern. “Is everything okay?”

He didn’t respond right away; for a moment, you worried you’d overstepped some unspoken boundary. Then, finally, he spoke. “Did…my Pokemon ever say anything about me?”

This caught your attention as well as Togekiss’s; the avian Pokemon chirped once, looking at her Trainer with a concerned look that matched your own. You hummed, thinking about it. “Well… I always remember them being very grateful when you made them dinner.”

Volo laughed, the sound a little bitter as it left his lips. “That’s it?”

“I can’t remember right now, I’m sorry,” you replied, suddenly feeling quite sheepish. 

“No, no, it’s alright…” Volo sighed, looking back at you. “I was just curious to know…how they felt about me.”

There was something nervous in his eyes, something desperate. You recognized it from his expression at the temple, when he shouted questions into the silent heavens. This expression wasn’t nearly as intense, but it carried the same undercurrent; Volo wanted to be seen. Recognized.

No, more than that. Volo wanted, desperately, to have someone care about him.

You sat up, looking at Togekiss. “Well, let’s ask, then,” you said simply, drawing Volo’s attention. “Togekiss, how do you feel about Volo?”

Almost immediately, Togekiss launched into an animated spiel about her Trainer, almost too quickly for you to keep up. You were able to catch most things, though; she talked at length about how well Volo cared for her and her teammates, how passionate he was about everything he did, how he spoke, how he walked, everything. Volo gazed at her with wide eyes, darting back to you for interpretation every so often. You did your best to translate everything she said, trying to catch sentence fragments and missed words as much as you could.

Finally, Togekiss tired herself out, and you and she both let out an exhausted sigh. Volo simply stared between the two of you, not saying anything for a long while. Then, finally, he looked at Togekiss with wide, watery eyes.

“You…really think all that?”

Togekiss’s firm nod needed no translation; she nuzzled up against her Trainer with a soft coo. Volo held his Pokemon tightly, and you saw a few tears glistening in the early evening light. You watched the scene with a smile on your face, a warm feeling blossoming in your heart. To use your ability for good like that… It felt fulfilling. Inspiring. Like it was more of a blessing than a curse.

Volo turned back to you, his eyes still glistening with a few unshed tears. “Thank you… I’d been doubting how my Pokemon felt about me recently. I wasn’t sure they actually liked me, or if they wanted to be my allies…” He smiled at Togekiss again, who chirped happily. “Now I know, though.”

You nodded. “I’m happy to help. Besides, seeing you smile like that makes it worth it.”

Volo’s face flushed, and he glanced to the side. “Oh, surely you don’t think that…”

You shook your head. “I’m serious.” And you were; you hadn’t thought about it for a bit, but you’d only ever seen a real, genuine smile from Volo once or twice. Almost everything prior to the temple had been behind a mask, a façade designed to keep you guessing. But this…this was real.

You didn’t think you’d ever tire of it.

Volo gazed up at the sky, one of those rare genuine smiles gracing his lips. The sun had just about set, and the sky seemed to glow with soft purples and blues. “It’s getting late,” he mused. “I should be heading back… And they’ll probably be wondering where you are, too.” 

You nodded, going to stand up before offering a hand. He took it, his grasp firm and his smile one of renewed confidence. You smiled right back at him. “Same time tomorrow?”

Volo nodded firmly, and Togekiss chirped happily.

“Same time tomorrow.”

[alex6886]

Once A Week

Twilight is tasked by Celestia with the mission of studying Equestrian history and artifacts. Asking Sunburst for his help, he returns every week to discuss his findings alongside her, shenanigans ensue when he gets a bit distracted by one red stallion.

A Big Mac x Sunburst ship fic.

"Starlie, I promise I want to hear you." "You want to, but I don't think you really are doing so." "What? What would even make you think I'm not listening!" Starlight rolled her eyes at the response, and Sunburst knew very well she could see through his poor lies. He sighed, setting aside his notebook while placing his front hooves on the table. "Eugh, fine, maybe I didn't invite you because of that…" Sunburst let out. "Why was it then?" Sunburst inhaled deeply, before letting out his words, "Ok so I may have just accidentally screwed up my introduction to somepony and I felt bad about it so I went and talked with them to try and fix it but then they asked if I wanted to go out with them and I said yes but I actually have no idea what to do and I'm TERRIFIED."

WELL! Now how to explain this...

This fan fiction dive has been an interesting experience for me. Once A Week started as a joke with a friend regarding the idea of a silly pairing, Big Mac and Sunburst seeming like the perfect amount of silly. Then I thought more of it, and accidentally made a plot, then I thought I'd be fun to make a prologue... then I made a chapter 1.

Oh, I was in for a ride!

This project was my first interaction with writing, taking inspiration from the writing styles some of the fanfics I had read before had, I thought it would be a fun idea, and it was! I'm really proud of where this this has gone and where it's heading next, I have been working in chapter 2 all the way back to October/November 2023. Progress is slow but I'm really happy with what has been done so far.

If you're in any way interested, you can check out the prologue and chapter 1 here. I'd mean a lot to me!