#wowza look who finally back(???)

[koralcove]

okay, but like... the thought of sylus and xavier of how they generally are in bed... like, i think some ppl get them swapped up, coz like...

everyone's saying that sylus is such a beast in bed and would absolutely demolish you until your legs feel like you'd need to go through physical therapy to walk again... and they're absolutely right.

BUT

i also hear those who say that sylus is an absolutely soft and sensual lover in bed, and honestly, that version speaks TRUTH. because, HAVE YOU SEEN THAT MAN WITH US?! the way his character progresses with becoming absolutely, indescribably, adoringly soft with us. the big bad, dark and mysterious, cold-blooded, ruthless leader of onychinus is willing to do things out of his element just because we think it's fun. you want matching cute onesies? he's already purchased a pair for us. you want to go take silly photos together and hang out in an amusement park where he could be publicly seen doing mundane and questionably harmless activities that personally don't look like it suits his style? if that's what you want, then he's not opposed to it.

that man is absolutely soft with us, and you can't tell me that he wouldn't prefer to make sweet, deep, lovin' with his darling. the way he'd want to be pressed impossibly close to you, your body so soft against him, taking every bit of effort to not rush into this intimate moment with you because he wants to feel every inch of your skin tracing on his fingertips. he wants to prolong the sensation of your warmth radiating to him, shushing your whines with his deep baritones of, "there there, sweetie. no need to rush, i'm not going anywhere," always with that teasing lilt in his voice, but it can't cover up the adoration spilling out of him.

and god, he'd be gentle with you. he knows you can take what he gives you, knows what you're capable of. but damn, he couldn't resist giving you all that gentle devotion because you're just so precious to him. and through all the rough edges of his living, he wants to give you something tender. wants to bare how putty you make him just from your presence alone. he doesn't think of it as a weakness. in fact, it fuels his fire of making sure to stake his claim on you properly by giving you all you deserve. and he always sets the pace. wants you to feel how absolutely weak-kneed you make him in an imitation of his light touches that set small sparks of desire on your skin, pressing searing kisses on you as an invisible brand until he finally gives in to the lust gnawing at him, but making sure to always, always, be careful with you.

and then, there's xavier...

xavier with his cherub-like features that you think can do no harm if you didn't know him well enough. with how he looks like a constantly clueless puppy that you can easily please with the temptation of a nap time, you'd think he'd be the type to go with some lazy, intimate love making with you while you're both half-awake... which is not wrong, really, but that's just the tip of the iceberg.

as someone who goes with the flow, xavier is not opposed to anything you would suggest, even if the idea itself seems outlandish, then that boy is down (just like how down bad he is for you). you wanna be on top? cool, no problem with him being the pillow princess. you want him to take you from behind? he'll give you an absolutely mind-blowing back shot. but the kicker with xavier is that he's an absolute FREAK (we talkin' abt neck-breaking freaky deaky shit), and i love how everyone collectively agrees on that. because there's just smth abt a man who appears so unbothered by a lot of things, always cool in faces of plight (and girl, his heartbeat is literally slow, does nothing ever faze him???) that the thought of him going wild is just a big ol' WOWZA. AND PAIRED WITH THAT INNOCENT LI'L PUPPY FACE OF HIS?! oh honey, i'm already unzipping your pants for you-

and honey, his strength... his stamina?! girl, he be the kind to go at it alllll night. "once isn't enough" ALREADY SAYS A LOT. and that man is not shy at all, because you can't tell me that he whispers absolute filth in your ear, catching you off guard at how uncharacteristic it seems of him, but it flows so smoothly through his tongue that you just have to wonder what kind of thoughts run through his head when he's with you, because rn, as he's pounding you silly against the mattress, hips pistoning into you at lightning speed, yet still hitting oh so deep into you, he's absolutely insatiable for you. and he would not hesitate to go all out on you as long as he knows you can handle it. because he knows it can be too much. but when he sees those tears streaming down your cheeks from how good his dick is at making you see stars, shaking under him as you grip onto his arm, he couldn't resist with bullying your poor overstimulated body and getting an orgasm out of you just one more time out of... maybe three? seven? he's lost count.

but don't get me wrong, xavier is still the type to be skin-achingly intimate with you. loves how you're pressed against him as you both lazily rock your hips against one another. but it just so happens that he's a absolutely ravenous with you as well, rutting into you like a bunny in heat.

with sylus, love making with him is tender, reverent, but never losing that intensity, while xavier is absolutely uninhibited and would even lose track of the amount of times you've already cummed for him.

[sweetimpurity]

c.w.: very smutty, ice cream and sex

The hot sun beats down on your hometown. It’s finally summer and you’re ready for the beach, freedom and romance. You and Miguel have been together since you were both 15. Growing up together, going to school, falling in love and staying in it until now. 18 years old, the two of you. You can’t wait to spend every day with him this summer, and you really can’t wait for those hot summer nights. 

The only thing that gets in the way is summer jobs. If only you two were 10 again and you could spend every minute wasting the day away in the kiddie pool. But now at 18, there are other, better things you two can get up to. 

This summer you’re working at your Dad’s store in town and Miguel is logging in his 3rd consecutive year at Sunny Scoops ice cream. A cute little place by the boardwalk with really good waffle cones and the cutest boy in town behind the register! 

There, Miguel works all day, sweating and smiling, handing out ice cream to little kids, the elderly, families, anyone who’s having a beach day. And any girls who ask for his number, he just tells them to text you and ask for it. That usually prevents them from ever asking again. 

He’s grown muscle over the past three years and ultimately you just had to help him cut the sleeves off his work t-shirt. Complaining about the ‘fit not being right’ on the bigger sizes. 

The uniform he used to wear when he was 15 was pretty horrendous. Pink and blue striped and that goofy ice cream cone hat. Then he turned 16… 17… now 18 and wowza. You’ve watched him grow into a man. Now his arms are showing, his muscles from scooping rock solid ice cream all day long. Toned and extra tan from the summer sun. A bandana wrapped messily in his dark curls to keep the sweat off his forehead. Sometimes you’ll sit there with ice cream melting down your hand and between your fingers because you’re just staring at him moving around behind the little counter and through the little shop. Smiling handsomely to customers, his muscles flexing when he’s scooping the frozen treat, catching his eye and his smile when he sees you watching him. Flustered and flushed pink when he comes back over to talk to you, licking the drips off your knuckles. 

“Your ice cream is melting, baby…” He would coo. Licking his lips of the sweet chocolate melt. “You’re really hot.” You’d sigh, completely in a daze. 

You’re finally done with work now, letting your Dad know you’re leaving for the night. A plan in mind. A need for something sweet. Not just ice cream tonight.  Leaving your Dad’s store at 9:30pm and Sunny Scoops closes at 10. You get in your car, letting the summer night breeze blow in through the windows. The cool down finally here as the sun is set. The night is still warm and sticky but not as blazingly hot as before.

…

“Here you go… have a good night.” You hear his voice as you’re walking up to the window. Watching a little boy and his mother walking away happily with huge ice cream cones in hand. And would you look at that… you’re next in line.

“Hey, gorgeous…” He smiles seeing you, leaning his elbows on the counter and watching you approach the window. “Hey!” You chirp, smiling up at him. “Busy day?” You ask, admiring his tip jar full to the brim. “Yeah, busy but good.” He nods, grabbing a waffle cone and moving around behind the counter. You peer over the edge to look inside. Watching him at the soft serve machine. He knows you so well of course. “Chocolate vanilla twist for the pretty lady…” He announces and hands you a tall swirl of ice cream.

“Come around back, I’m just closing up.” He nods and you take your ice cream, moving to the back of the teeny building to the back door. Walking inside. Like you do most days you come to see him. Miguel slides the window closed, locking it and pulling the wooden panel over to block the window. Locking the place up. 

You hop up to sit on top of the big box freezer, licking the swirl of ice cream in your hand and watching him move some stuff around and close up.

“You wanna go to the beach tomorrow?” You ask, looking over at him with those eyes that make him weak. His eyes watching your pink tongue lick up your ice cream. “Sure.” He answers just softly. Focusing on doing his job before he loses all control. Not just yet. You smile and kick your legs softly. He walks past with a box, grabbing your ankle as you kick your foot up, giving you a look and letting his fingers run up your calf, bringing a smile to your lips, walking away as he finishes clearing the place up, taking the box to the shelves in the back. Coming back after a minute or two. 

“Hey.” He hums, stopping in front of you, a sly sort of smirk on his face. “Hey.” You respond, just as softly, your ice cream only beginning to melt. “You’re so pretty…” He hums as if he hasn’t told you a million times before, making you smile and he steps closer, between your knees. His fingers teasing the sides of your thighs. “Preciosa chica…” He whispers, looking in your eyes and licking the drips off the back of your ice cream cone. Like he always does. Licking all the way to the top of the swirl and then his lips are on yours. His lips moving against yours, his tongue parting your lips. His tongue tasting of chocolate swirl and his lips sugary slippery sweet. His tongue delves into your mouth, his hand going to cup the back of your head, ice cream smashed and mixed between your two tongues. So sweet. Until he’s pulling back, both of you with a slurp. 

You giggle softly, feeling sticky sugar all over your lips. “You want more?” You laugh, raising a brow at him and he grins. You tilt the cone towards his lips. “It’s yours, baby… I wanna see you eat it.” He replies. 

His hands move up under your shirt, tickling your sides as he pulls you closer, sliding you across the freezer top. You smile, bringing the swirl to your lips and licking the melting ice cream, sucking gently and enjoying it, all while staring in his eyes. His hands move under the fabric, fingers moving up your ribcage, your diaphragm, to your breasts. 

“No bra, mami?” He laughs, fingers exploring and kneading the plush of your tits. Staring in your eyes as he does it. “Took it off in the car…” You smile so innocently. He grows harder at the thought. That you took off your bra on the way over here. Like you wanted this to happen, you wanted him. Watching you gasp among the ice cream in your mouth, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and index fingers. Massaging gently under your shirt. He leans forward, placing three deep kisses to your throat before pulling back again, his fingers grasping the hem of your t-shirt. 

“Can I take this off?” He asks and you nod, mouth full of ice cream. He pushes your shirt up and off, the neon lights of the shop reflecting off your skin, off your breasts, making his mouth water. His arm anchors around your lower back, lips latching onto your breast, licking and sucking and squeezing the other in his hand. “Mmm- miguel…” You sigh, sensitized from his caress. He slurps and smooches your soft skin, the naughty noises filling the small space. The hum of the many fridges and freezers a soothing harmony with your soft moans and the sticky sucking of his lips.  

He pulls back, kissing you a few times, tasting that sweetness on your lips. Keeping one arm around your back and your eyes widened in surprise watching him dip his fingers into the mountain of ice cream in your hand. Picking up dollaps of cold chocolate swirl on his fingers and smearing it over your nipples. Eliciting a sharp gasp from your throat as he does it. Looking down at your chest. He does the same with both sides. “You like that?” Grinning the whole time, holding you tight as you squirm. Freezing coldness hardening the buds until his warm lips come back down to suck the ice cream off. A shuddering and trembling moan leaving you at the feeling. Your free hand going to his hair, tangling in the dark curls. Pulling the bandana off of his head and watching his summer curls bounce free. “Ohhh- Miguel- '' You moan sweetly and he groans against your chest, your sticky sugary nipples sucked and kissed over and over until it's all gone. 

“So sweet baby…” He pants, pulling his shirt off, coming back up to kiss your lips and holding your flushed cheeks in his hands. “Mmm..” You whine, kissing him back hungrily, deeper, your free hand running up his toned abdomen to his chest, a map of his body already ingrained in your brain after all these years, then wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, the ice cream dripping down your knuckles and onto his bare back, making goosebumps on his skin, his big hands running down your back and to your waist. “I don’t have a condom, baby…” He pants against your lips, his fingers in your hair; the words making your tummy flip in butterflies, knowing he wants you; he’s going to be inside. He pulls back for air, desperate to have you as he’s had you many times before.

“I do.” You pant for air, reaching blindly in your back pocket for the one condom you brought. “You really came here just to get fucked, didn’t you?” He laughs and smiles, taking the small foil packet into his sticky fingers. “I came here to see my love…” You hum, tilting your head at him. Not very convincing. His brow cocks in suspicion. “Fine. I came here to get fucked by my love.” You finally admit and the two of you can’t help the giggles. 

Outside the small ice cream shop, cars drive by, peepers peep and crickets chirp. The temperatures go down as the night goes on, but inside the little parlor, things are heating up. 

“Tell me where baby… tell me…” He whispers in your ear, knuckles deep in your heat and you’re barely able to hang onto him. One hand still occupied by the dripping melting ice cream cone. “Right there! Oh right th-there!” You squeal, his thumb moving expertly on your clit and his fingers flicking and curling deep inside. “Oh my god…” You whine, back arching and leaning back so far you almost fall back off the freezer. “Hey… hey… there you go…” He coos, holding you and helping you lay on your back. Limited on space but you make do. His fingers pumping generously into your needy pussy. 

His bottoms are long gone but he takes the condom foil between his teeth, ripping it open carefully. “C’mon baby…” He pants. Taking your free hand and pulling it down to his dick. Guiding you to roll the condom onto his length. Shuddering and groaning feeling the lubed rubber and your soft warm hand pushing it down on him. All while his fingers still curl up against your g spot and you’re on the cusp of coming already. For a few moments, he thrusts into your hand around him. Relishing that pleasure until it’s not enough. 

“Ready, sweet girl?” He steps forward, pulling your hips down to meet him at the edge of the freezer. “Mi corazón…” He whispers, a hand running flat over your tummy. “Mmm… yes please…” You whisper. And when he gets that confirmation, there’s no stopping his gummy tip from kissing your clit, pushing through your slick before slipping down and inside. Like the two of you were made for this. He was made to be with you in this way. You were created to be in love. 

“Haahh…. Baby…” He sighs and shudders, easing himself in with small pulsing thrusts to stretch you out nicely for him. He doesn’t want to hurt his precious girl. Soon he’s pressed to the hilt and your back is arching from that alone. Your trembling legs latching around his waist as he starts his rhythm. Skin slapping skin in the sickly slip of sticky slick. 

Moaning loud and free, the both of you, at the feeling. The feeling of being so full, so filled to the brim. Of love. Of him. The ice cream cone nearly falls out of your hand, your brain unable to think of anything but the pleasure between your legs. One leg wrapped around his hip and the other held in his arm, your knee draped over and his big hand wrapped around your thigh. Keeping you open for him; spread. Pumping into you steady and deep. His heavy eyes watching your face to see how much you love it. His hand on your thigh finds your free hand, lacing his fingers with yours. Panting and focusing. On getting you there. On making you feel the best he possibly can. 

You’re delirious, hazy, a mess of moans and a buzzing burning ache for him. 

“Baby baby-” He grabs your wrist when the ice cream almost slips entirely, holding your wrist and making it stay upright so he doesn’t have to mop the floors. Smiling when he sees your fucked out face. Easing the cone out of your hand so he can hold it. So that it doesn’t splatter on the floor. Letting your hand fall, fingers gripping and clenching around nothing. His thrusts are so deep, so giving, and he’s hitting every little spot that has you melting. 

“That’s it, baby…” He encourages you, trying to bring you that sweet release. “So good Mig…so so sooo…” You whine, on the very edge of bliss. Miguel watches, breathing so fast and heavy. His eyes trail down your face to your soft, marked neck, to your shoulders, your tits, sternum, stomach. Until it’s almost involuntary, he dumps the cold, melting, dripping ice cream cone on your soft tummy. Pulling a high pitched squeal and gasp from your lips, the cold like the spark in a chain reaction, back arching as he drags the freezing smushed chocolate swirl up to your sternum. Your orgasm hits you before another second can think to pass. Your skin shining in melty vanilla and chocolate swirl. The cold making you clench around him. 

Screaming in ecstasy and squeezing him so tight he's doubling over and groaning at the pressure. Thrusts become impossible and all he can do is spurt deep and hot. Filling the condom with a groan and feeling you fluttering around him. He licks a stripe up your sternum, slurping ice cream from your skin. Pressing messy kisses to your chest and his face just drips with the melted sugary substance. Drops and dribbles rolling down your sides as you gush on his dick. Trembling, shaking, coming down from what might be the strongest climax you’ve ever experienced. 

“Oh baby… hah… that was amazing…” He pants, his voice wavering, leaning over you, kissing your cheeks, your neck, your lips. “I love, love you… hah…” He huffs, looking over your face to make sure you’re okay. “Mmm… I love you” You sigh, a blissed out smile on your face. He smiles seeing you’re happy and you’re feeling good; because that’s all he’s ever wanted. And all he’ll ever want.

[eitaababe]

EVEN IF IT'S A LIE !

chapter nineteen. tables turned.

[ a/n ; wowza i literally died anyways last part and then epilogue!]

[ warnings ; lil bit of cursing and a mention of virginity lol ]

series masterlist. | previous / epilogue

— written portion below.

you miss the way spiders face falls at your truth, but his tone hides it all too well.

"no," he breathes out honestly. "even- even if the whole thing went down the way it did, your truth is still your truth."

you laugh humorously, wiping away a few tears. "i probably sound crazy, huh?"

"you're not crazy for being in love, y/n," spider laughs with you, a hint of longing in his voice. "and you can't control who you love. and if you believe that someone can feel the same way about you, i can't blame you."

"you ever been in love, spider-boy?"

he peers down to look at you, really look at you, and he's grateful that you're too busy hiding your puffy eyes to notice the soft look in his eyes.

"yeah. i have."

"lucky girl." you smile at him, and spider can't help the way his heart squeezes when he looks at you. because he knows how you feel— it isn't the same.

because spider looks at you as if you're the world, and you look at him like just another friend.

and he hates that ao'nung wasn't smart enough to take the opportunity right in front of him.

— written portion.

"hi."

the one voice you've been dreading to hear, the one that used to whisper sweet nothings into your ear at night, is one you now wince at. you're met with ao'nung's tired eyes, and id you had any energy left, you'd be mad that he looks just as miserable as you.

"hey." is all you can bring yourself to say back, silently inviting him inside. he wastes no time, stepping in and letting the door fall closed behind him, sighing as he stands there— awkward and out of place.

and it doesn't feel right, seeing ao'nung without his confidence.

but as you watch him quietly, you realize, *maybe this is truest side of him you've ever gotten to see.*

"i-" he starts, breaking the silence before closing his mouth. you let the quiet brew even more, letting him collect his thoughts.

"when i said i love you, i really did mean it-"

"i don't care if you meant it or not," you snap suddenly, and he realizes that your silence is a lot scarier than what he originally thought. "you could tell me it over and over again and i honestly don't think it would make a difference right now."

"y/n, please-"

"for once would you shut up and just listen?" you say exasperated, needing an outlet for everything you've been feeling. "imagine getting asked out, falling in love, getting your fucking virginity taken, just to find out it was all a lie! and then you think coming over here and saying 'i love you' is gonna fix it?"

"i know it doesn't," ao'nung shakes his head, distraught as tears start to well. "and i know none of it was right. i'm not expecting to fix any of this but if i could do it again," he pauses, reaching for your hands. "then there's not a doubt i would."

you immediately retract your hands, scoffing. "stop," you say, voice quiet. "stop trying to justify yourself. you made a mistake. and not the type you can fix."

"so that's it? this is all- we're just- done?"

"there is no this, ao'nung. don't you get it? none of this was real. you made sure of it."

"please." he begs hopelessly, eyes shut.

any other day, any other time before this, you would've begged to have ao'nung like this. to have him pleading for your love and a chance to be with you.

but you know better now.

"you need to go." there’s a sense of finality in your voice, and ao'nung knows there's nothing he can say or do to fix this.

"i really am sorry, just know that," he says as he walks towards the door. "and whether you believe it or not," he breathes out shakily, at the doorframe.

"i love you."

you watch him slip out the room, and effectively out of your life.

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[witheringwidgetwrites]

Benny weir wanting to ask reader out?

Hi hi!! I hope this is OK, I'm a little nervous about it and I ended on a cliffhanger because I wasn't sure which direction I wanted to take it in, I struggle a little bit with more general prompts, but I hope I did Benny justice enough!!!

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The bell had just rung for the 4th hour class of the day, the halls were quickly clearing out as Ethan emptied his previous class's books into his locker.

"Benny, just go for it." Ethan ducks his head, turning to Benny while he gesture's towards Y/N. He is tired of watching his best friend stare longingly at the back of their head.

"Absolutely not E! Maybe if I had some sort of love potion or maybe something to make them forget it ever happened. Just in case I get rejected," He turned his head back to Ethan, "I need a plan. In all due time buddy."

The bell rung once again before the halls cleared out entirely, a majority of the student body filing into the cafeteria.

Benny and Ethan sat at the lunch table, awaiting the rest of their usual group. "So, what's your plan Benny?"

Benny looked around quickly, a swift bloom of flowers erupting from his hand. He sat them down on the other side of the table, checking again to make sure that no one has seen him. "I will obviously woo them secretly until they fall in love with me, then I'll reveal myself, and they'll have no choice but to be my partner."

Ethan scoffed, and shaking his head he was about to speak up until Y/N sat their tray down across from them, plopping into the seat, Rory following along. Before they could speak, Rory chimed in, "wowza, where did these come from?" grabbing them, and shoving them into his nose.

"Those are for Y/N actually, the little card thing says so, not sure where they came from."

They chuckled, "are you joking?" They picked up the bouquet, checking the tiny card with the inscription of their name. "From secret admirer, ha. This has to be a joke." A soft blush lit up their cheeks as they rolled their eyes, assuming it was some sort of prank.

"I don't think it is," Ethan took a bite of his sloppy lunch potatoes, watching Benny push his around intensely.

"Anyway, did you guys see that new movie that everyone was hyping up?"

The rest of the night was uneventful, until a few days later, when Y/N opened their locked to a stuffed bear. They were used to smaller tiny surprises, but they seemed to really step up within the next few week. The next time it was chocolates, then answers to a math quiz, and then a letter. A long letter. They were eager to share it with their friends, especially Sarah, who might have an idea on who it is.

Y/N waited by their locker for Sarah, who came by a few minutes before the first bell. "Oh my gods, Sarah, read this. I've been getting these presents from a "secret admirer" for a few weeks now, but this is the best one yet."

"I noticed, those flowers you had the other day were gorgeous. I was kinda jealous," she chuckled and started reading, mumbling to herself as she scanned the page. "Wow."

"I can't tell if it's an elaborate prank or not, it's kind of sweet." Y/N shrugged, avoiding Sarah's eyes as she looked up.

"This seems really heartfelt. I bet it's from Benny. 'I want to play Knights Of Ninjitsu IV with you for hours, I want to kick your butt, then let you win.' Who else would write that?"

They chuckled, "god no way it's Benny!"

The bell rung. "Just think about it," Sarah assured as she turned to walk to class. Had these really been from Benny? It would make a little sense, but Benny seemed like he had a type, and that type was not Y/N.

Hours later, they had finally caught Ethan alone. "Is it him, Ethan?" They seemed a little panicked, and he couldn't help but feel bad.

"I can't say who it is. I am forbade." He turned quickly and walked away, almost tumbling over his own footing. The more and more they thought about it, the more sense it made that it would be Benny. But that would be too good to be true.

The small clique had a movie night scheduled for that Sunday evening, and slowly, but surely everyone had arrived. Everyone meaning Ethan, Benny, and Y/N. They had all agreed upon a new movie, normally watching reruns, but tonight's movie seemed a little awkward, Benny had just seen slightly off all night, and for the past few weeks. Ethan ran off to the kitchen, quickly making a few bags of popcorn, the majority of which would be eaten by Benny.

"Oh, I'll go help Ethan!" Benny sprung up, turning on his heel before Y/N grabbed his hand. "I need to ask you something." Benny's breath hitched momentarily, a small blush flooding his face, "of course, what's up?"

"Has it been you?"

[crimswnred]

I've just gotten back home from work so I'm a little late to the party, however...

LITG SEASON 8: TEMPTING FATE — VOLUME 2: thoughts, concerns and prayers

first of all yesss more hair booooo paywall, fusebox get it together??? (at least they are pretty but again that's the bare minimum)

anyway, here's my girl with her new hair

why do all of the girls' nightwear look like I'm on a strip club and they're asking me if I want something to drink

it's so over for you Theo

honestly she's too good for him anyway

okay kiss challenge!!!! let me snog everyone

I don't want any more of that "peck" crap we want FULL ON SNOGS, TONGUE AND CHAOS

Jin: "Nap, then results?" Hamish would be so proud of him

okay, so you rate me EIGHT just so I feel like I have to pay to have one extra kiss, your game is a dirty as ever Fusebox

date time!!!! going with Jin ❤️

LMAO Jack is kinda funny

so sad to see a baddie doing too much to keep a man in love island 💔 Luna I'm so sorry you didn't deserve it your only crime was being coupled up with the one guy I want

oh. so about the terrace scene...

first of all, super sweet gem scene. it seemed like a super important one for it to be a gem scene though. so idk I'm a bit lost.

Jin is a walking red flag 😭 this boy is soooo gonna flip on me when the next hot girl shows up!! but let's enjoy the ride

and Luna... girl... was it ever that serious?

the award for worst outfit design goes to 👇

and the one for BEST outfit design goes to 👇

like wow wowza mmmhmm yeah! this man is hot hot HOT 🔥🔥🔥

I had to kiss him HE IS SO FINEEEEEEEEEEE

oh, Jack is kinda sweet... if he looked more like Lewie/Alex he would be favourite boy of the season for sureeee

keep the compliments coming, darling

I had to kiss him too. you know, to be polite.

but it was just a peck, tho

okay, NOW JIN!!!

having a spicy conversation with the guy I want to fuck and his currently girl isn't how I planned to spend my afternoon but here we go

"You're adventurous. You're fun to be around. And you'd make every sight even more beautiful", "Okay. Where's the punch line?", "There isn't one :)" OKAY GAG ME WITH THE WRITING

FUNNY BOY WHO'S A HISYORY NERD? OH OKAY!!!! BIG T??? NO IT'S BIG J!!!!!! JIMOTHY!!!

lmao Sophie mixing the boys up she's so me

Claudia is a real one let me tell you that

she's nice, she doesn't force herself upon us, she's polite, she give us all the tea, and she even help us to graft on the boys behind their girls' backs. like, THAT'S MY GIRL

and if Theo doesn't step up she will DEFINITELY be mine

TIME TO PICK MY BOY LET'S GOOOOOOOO

so sad to see Luna go, I really like her :/

lmao???????????

I TAKE BACK EVERY GOOD THING I SAID ABOUT JACK WTFFFF 😭😭😭😭

he was so out of pocket ?? what's your deal man, are you jealous I picked Jin instead of you? we kissed ONCE. be sooooooooo for real rn

okay Sophie you can join your boy in this bullshit he still cheated on you with me when you weren't looking (and he probably would do it again)

no. I won't forgive you?? you were basically calling me a whore back then and now you are SORRY? don't say something you'll regret later that's not cute.

and he's supposed to be serious?

anyway, stressful night over. time to go to bed with my babygirl Jin

BITS BITS BITS BITS

29 gems to go all the way? what is this?

they could've make the scene a little longer but they have gotten way better ever since the writers dropped the word crescendo

MR TYLER WHO ARE YOU?

still not 100% sure if I'm going with Jin or Oakley but I'm leaning towards Jin, I'm not gonna lie 😁 I did some stuff that will fuck me over on movie night if fusebox finally learnt how to code (which they prolly didn't so I guess I'm safe)

I really enjoyed this episode except for the part when Jack and Sophie went full on villain mode but if the narrative made sense all of the time it wouldn't be LITG, right?

anyway, let's see what this Tyler guy is about... see you all next week 🫶

[purble-sunclown]

THOUGHT IT'D BE BEST TO POST THESE CONCEPT DESIGNS AND DOODLES IN HERE CUZ THIS AU HAS BEEN ON MY MIND LATELY. There's a LOT of explanation here so buckle up.

The Amazing Digital Carnival AU by @sm-baby!!!(their work is absolutely phenomenal..)

I'm starting this off by saying a couple of things (and number 1 is something copy-pasted from a discord server BUT THE IDEA STILL STAYS)

1. Probably a try-hard move, but I really wanna try and get creative with Shapely's story and think, "But what if she WASN'T AI OoOOooo" SO I had the funny thought that Shapely would just be like Caine and Able; another human that happened to find herself entering the game. And her name would HAVE to be renamed to Shapely because she unfortunately didn't know how to code the game to remember anything about her (Unlike Caine, who according to the official comic, copypasted his Facebook URL on Bubble and you know how it went from there.) However, she still knows that she entered the game for a reason. Not to worry, though. She finds out! ....Eventually.

BUT! How could this make ANY sense? How did Shapely have access to this abandoned software?.....I honestly don't know. Part of me is thinking that Shapely would be related to Caine in this AU (niece who aimed to look for her two uncles Caine and Able and the only clue that showed that they're still alive is the abandoned game developer company building that Caine was supposedly last known to be in I DONT KNOW.) But for now, we're just gonna say that she is, and she was formally known as Matilda Sawyer Eden. Good? Good!

2. Carnival!Shapes has a different personality here. She COULD be acting similarly to Canon!Pomni, but that dash of optimism (I'm thinking Unikitty) sets her back from being as anxious as that silly little jester. I COULD also say she got that spunk from her uncle! Uncle Caine, that is. Funny to think this, but her favorite uncle out of the two was Caine. If only she had that computer knowledge from both uncles, however; otherwise, she wouldn't have the kind of EXISTENTIAL DREAD she's having. (Side note: she's also a bad flirt. Zero charisma. Bad. L rizz)

3. I LOVE AI X HUMAN. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT PLZ YES IM CRAVING IT FEED ME. I want a slow burn to happen between her and Jax cuz why tf not her and I are down bad for him. BUT. It'll be slow burn. Very. Very. Slow burn. It's his sentience that kinda scares her but at the same time it's "Wowza! What a guy! I like yur funny words, rabbit man!" Yknow? ANOTHER THING: Shapely would personally find Jax's level the worst. The doodle in here DOES say she meets Jax first, but I remembered about the functionality of the game where Pomni is the first level, so uhuuhhhhhhh I'm still thinking about it-

But anyway yeah!! that's pretty much all I've got to ramble about. I would cook up a finalized design, but that would take a while, so I wanted to share at LEAST some ideas I have. I swear I'll try to use Tumblr more cuz people here don't know Shapely as much as Twitter does......

[3lkin]

Hey y'all. 2024's almost done, ain't that somethin. what a wild year.

(sappy stuff under the cut)

So. Here we are. December 24th, wowza.

Honestly, Imma just start out by saying thank you. Thank you to all the people who followed, or liked my work or reblogged, or even just saw it in passing and kept on scrolling. Thank you to anyone who saw any of my friend's work, or even just existed in the mcyt community. Y’all are my inspirations, and I don’t think I would be where I’m at right now without the incredible support I’ve gotten this past year, especially from my friends over on the Desert Life SMP <3

I wasn’t really sure if I actually wanted to post this over here originally. The art I tend to post are the pieces I’m the most proud of. I don’t like posting sketches or unfinished pieces because they feel messy, or like I didn’t try hard enough. But I also think it’s a valuable thing to show progress, and show where you came from as an artist, as short a timeline as 1 year might be.

Funnily enough, when 2024 first hit, I was the least involved in the mcyt community that I’d been since 2020. I hadn’t really watched Secret Life, I was sort of scooting away from the QSMP, and I was barely paying attention to Hermitcraft (dark times, I know). So what was I up to early 2024 in my art journey? Well, I was finishing up my first Outerwilds animatic (which, as of yesterday, just crossed 4k views WHAT THE FU-). It’s strange, because I remember when working on it, I made the choice not to show the main, player, characters face til the very end, which one may classify as stylistic, but nonono, I just really hated drawing humanoids lmao.

When I finally put that animatic to bed, I wanted to pick up a new project, and for some weird reason, even though I wasn’t really even paying attention to the mcyt community at that time, I drafted up a Life Series Winners animatic. And that’s basically the only thing I worked on, February, March, and April. Looking back on all that now, I’m still really proud of what I set out to make. At the time, I know how happy I was with that style, and how excited I’d been when I first figured out how to tween and started attempting a bit of animation. That animatic got me a place on my first MAP, where I met so many wonderful people, many of which are such large parts of my life now. And after that, the year just took off.

throughout June and July, I participated in Art Fight for the first time, and was exposed to so many incredible artists. I went back to using line art, relearned how to shade and utilize color. August hit, and I was convinced to jump on Tumblr. Was that a good decision? Um. Well it certainly fueled the Desert Duo brainrot I’ll tell ya that. In all truth tho, having the ability to show my work to the wider community was something I didn’t really have up until that point, and seeing how excited people were about Wild Life or other mcyt goings-ons was such a cool experience.

If someone walked up to January 2024 Elkin, and showed her the last three months of work I’ve done, I don’t think in her wildest dreams they would ever think it was them who was going to make it. I’m honestly so proud of where I’m at with my art right now, and how far I’ve come over just this past year. Whether it’s through colors, anatomy, composition, effects, I’ve learned so much from so many wonderful people, and I can’t thank them enough for being such large inspirations.

Damn this got long fast lmao, was meant to be only a couple paragraphs :/ If for some reason you’ve made it all the way down this post, thank you to you as well, for taking the time to be here and read this absolutely blabber. Hope all y’all have a wonderful holiday season, and a happy New Year. Here’s to 2025 :)

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Ok I'm thinking child reader maybe about like 8-10 years old helps them and thinks they are nice and the rouge is nice to them aswell. Untill on day when the reader stops by for there daily little talk and they end up getting arrested by the Batman and the reader is just heartbroken

( maybe them finding the reader like a couple years later. But that's if you wanna right that)

( maybe Mr freeze , the riddler , scarecrow , two face , and Jervis tech )

-anon💜🕷️

Did I just put out CONTENT? WOWZA. It's been 84 years. Some will have the time jump and others won't but I hope you like it! 🥰

The Riddler: "Mr Riddler! Mr Riddler!" You rushed up to him and his friend you had never seen before. "Oh, its you." Edward acknowledged. You clung to Edward's wrist to try and keep up. "What are you doing here today?" You looked up at him. "Watching imminent failure." He replied with a chuckle. "Whats a immi-" You were cut off by the Riddler's friend who turned on his heel making you jump. You had seen a lot of scarred individuals but never one so severe as that man. "You know what, Nygma? How about you go and fu-" Was the last thing you heard before two hands clamped over your ears. You looked up to see Edward with a rather bored expression, covering your ears and making the man's voice muffled into coherent angry mumbles. Edward's eyes shifted towards you and he cracked a smile. Finally, he released your head. "Honestly Harvey and in front of the children too." Edward tutted with a taunting smirk.

"Get off me you simple airhead! Mindless drones! Release me!" The Riddler yelled as he was cuffed. He struggled against the Batman until he caught sight of you. You hugged your father's side, eyes wide as you watched him. The Riddler's jaw clenched before he turned away. He often preached how the truth was under an oblivious Gotham's nose but this time he took no pleasure in you discovering the truth.

Fifteen years later and Edward couldn't help but smile at the nurse who stood before him. He sat with Two-Face and Scarecrow. "What?" The nurse smiled, slightly amused. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Edward hummed and leaned his head against his hand, propped up by the table. "You think I wouldn't recognise my little friend? You're all grown up now." Edward smirked. "Well it has been a while, puzzle man." You reply warmly.

Mister Freeze: Today had to be one of the hottest days in Gotham and Victor was more than eager to get back into the cold. You however caught sight of him and as always insisted on saying hello to him. Victor always humoured you and had asked what you were doing. "Drawing!" You replied. "I made this for you!" You thrust a piece of paper towards him as he gingerly took the paper in his gloved hand. "Thank you." Victor replied quietly. Nora would have loved you. He noticed your pout at the stairs "What is wrong?" He asked. You held out your cup with a frown. "I left it on the step to finish my drawing but it's warm now." You complained. "Give it...here." Victor requested and you passed the cup to him. He pulled out a tube in his arm, shuddering as he did so. With an immediate WHOOSH, the contents in the cup began to freeze. After a couple of seconds, Victor reattached the tube in his arm. "Let it sit for a little in the sun...don't bite it. You'll break your teeth." He passed the cup back to you, your drink now a frozen treat. "Thank you, Mister Freeze!" You smiled cheerfully.

As a child, you told the story of the heartbroken iceman. The world didn't appreciate him and they tucked him away into the cold and the dark, lights blaring red and blue. His fate to he lost like his wife before.

Victor noticed the painting in the art Gallery. It was different to the others, dark yet had the brightest shades of blues. Although it was the note left. The painting was called 'A Timeless Love' painted with shades of blues and greys. A fire red rose in the middle. In the corner of the painting was a message. 'For Nora when her happy ending thaws.' Victor had only mentioned Nora by name a couple of times and to know you still remembered it after all these years. As for his story, Victor assumed you had done some research since. He never knew you by name but remembered the child he told the story of his wife to. The only person he did and that child would be all grown up now.

Scarecrow: Bullying was unfortunately common, and with every year, it seemed those affected get younger and younger. Jonathan knew children could be cruel but wasn't going to stand by and watch as you were pushed to the ground. A boy standing over you and getting ready to throw a nasty punch. Jonathan was quicker, and the other children clambered back. Jonathan grabbed the boy and threw him off of you, much too hard for any child. The boy yelped the heels of his hands and knees skinned. "Do that to them again, and I'll..." Jonathan grabbed the boy by the shirt and whispered in his ear. After a few seconds, the boy cried and pulled away from Jonathan sharply, tears spilling. "Now scram!" Jonathan bellowed at the children who all shrieked and scattered. Jonathan turned back to you and smiled slightly. "Hello, (Y/N)." He reached for your hand and pulled you up as you mumbled your own greeting. "Those mean boys hassling you again?" Jonathan asked as he dusted you off, and you nodded. He bent to your level. "Boys are mean, little (Y/N). You want them to leave you alone." He began and moved your hand into a fist. Pull back and punch them hard in the throat. Understand?" Slowly, you nod, and he grinned. "Hit them in the throat!"

The next you time you saw the Scarecrow was a news report about his arrest. Your parents looked nauseous when you mentioned that was the man who helped you and your friend.

Scarecrow had no idea why this armed guard was grinning at him. They didn't even seem to fear him. They greeted him like an old friend no matter how coldly he spoke to them. Until the guard said something very familiar. "You know an old friend once told me that boys can get really mean and when they do you just gotta punch them in the throat. Best advice I've ever gotten and it still helps me to this day." The guard smiled and Jonathan paused. That was familiar. He looked at the guard in disbelief. That little kid was all grown up now. Even if still very young in his eyes. "You..." Scarecrow said with disbelief. "I'll take you back to your cell, Crane." You smiled warmly. "Some of us still see the human in you."

Two-Face: "Mr Two-Face!" You ran up to him, taking his unscathed hand. "Hey, kid." He replied gruffly. You moved to stand in his way but he quickly tugged you back to his side where his scars couldn't be seen. "You know the rules- you stay on that side." Harvey mumbled. "What are you doing here Mr Two-Face?" You asked eagerly. "Just passing through, kid." Harv'replied. "We had some business to deal with." You caught a glimpse of something in his hand. "What's that?" You tried to peek around him at his other hand which he quickly hid from your view. "Never mind that!" He replied gruffly. "You being good?" You nod frantically. "Yeah!" "Good." He nodded.

You were there when Two-Face was arrested for his latest bank heist. He turned his head catching sight of you, revealing his scarred side. You try to hold in a gasp. It was gruesome for any kid to see. Seeing you had him silent for a moment before he turned away coldly.

Mad Hatter: The temperature began to drop as the season changed. You came from a poor family and so the only solution to the cold was a limited time outside and a hot meal when you were home. In the summer you were allowed out all day long but in the oncoming winter days, you were only allowed out for two hours at most. Just as you were considering going home, the cold getting intolerable, a familiar face headed down the street. "Mr Tetch!" You rushed up to meet him. Jervis jumped before blinking at you in surprise. "Why good evening my young friend!" He grinned. You shivered as the wind blew and Jervis' smile faltered. "You must be cold with such a whimsy jacket!" "I'm okay. I'm going to head home soon." You replied. "Regardless! The time now calls for hats, scarves and gloves, my young friend! It shall not be forgiving if you forget!" Jervis persisted. You shook your head. "I don't have those, sir." You crossed your arms, hugging yourself. Jervis was silent for a moment before he pulled at his scarf. He bent to your level and wrapped it around you. "That won't do! No, not one bit! Here, take mine!" "That's very nice of you, sir." You relaxed, feeling the warmth Jervis had emitted to the scarf. It was enough to slow the effects of the cold. "I have plenty more! Now run along home, my friend!"

Jervis' arrest was very confusing for a child to see but as you got older, you understood better. He wasn't well. He had held a woman hostage, believing she was Alice from Alice in Wonderland. The same woman you saw wrapped in a blanket, sobbing as the police took her out of a nearby basement just a few houses down. The abandoned house specifically. He didn't notice as he rambled incoherently that you were there. A tear rolling down your face.

[chesters-ocs]

this post was brought to you by: butcher being nasty. uh. mildly suggestive content ahead? no beta we die like men. sorry. uh. yeah. idk whay this is. kissing scene from someone who doesnt usually like them. wowza.

wc: 492

"Doll..." the man murmured, gently grasping your waist, as he pulled you into his lap, "Come on, I'll behave..."

The subtle lack of a certain magic word caused you to scoff. He was needy, sure, but the fact that he interrupted your alone time was reason enough to at least make him suffer a smidge before giving in.

His eyes locked to yours, love swirling ever-so-clearly within the red irises, the pupils blown wide.

Butcher almost looked... cute, below you. So eager and so well behaved, despite the clear want in his body language.

Strangely enough, he simply wanted to see his doll after a long day, and love on them. Hence the book that was gently pulled aside by him, as his other arm snaked around your waist. At least he had the decency to mark the page, before throwing it on the coffee table.

"Kiss me?" he begged so sweetly, his face flushed slightly from the embarrassment of needing to beg. He still left out that little word. He wasn't asking nicely enough, and you had a feeling he actually liked this back-and-forth.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling and enjoying the scent of the laundry detergent used. The stubble lickly nicked at your skin, but not enough to draw a reaction.

"Come on... Am i not bein' good, dolly?" he asked, voice muffled, his breath tickling the skin.

'Not yet,' you thought. The man underneath was nearing the end of his rope raising his head again, this time smushing his cheek against your own, lips by your ear, as he gave up the little endurance game he had been playing against himself.

"... Please? Jus' a little kiss... Jus' one. Please, dollface?"

Who were you to deny the begging of a powerful man? Especially when he drew back once more, his pretty lips parted ever so slightly, enough to hear the soft panting coming from him, as well as to catch the small glimmer of the tooth of gold.

With a smirk, you finally leaned in and closed the gap with a chaste kiss. The way he tensed up did not go unnoticed, the grip on your body tightening ever so slightly.

Your hand came up to his chin, to tilt his head back, away from your lips, as he tried to chase after them with a small whimper, but obeyed the touch.

His eyes slipped shut as he felt rapid kisses all over his face now, a soft smile gracing him, as he relaxed, having gotten what he was craving all day. Still, he had to voice his graditude out loud, in between the small flurry of love being given to him.

"Ha-hah... thank you, doll... So much..."

A final peck to his forehead made him open his eyes, staring at yours dreamily, and he just gently, carefully pulled you close to him, content at last to have your head buried in his chest.

[the-white-soul]

Backup, huh? Don't you know humans are stronger than monsters? This should be easy for you.

*A rampage of vines suddenly burst out if the ground surrounding the flower, stealing weapons and stabbing and slicing and ripping apart anything that comes close. Blood stains the sand. He smiles in amusement. If anyone stays back, paralyzed by fear at this point, the vines reach out towards them and drag them in before he crushes their skulls. Except for Jack. Throughout this, all he did to Jack was tie him up and steal his gun/ whatever other weapon he might have and add it to his pile underground. He gives a tinkly laugh as he reapproaches the last man alive.*

Wowza~ What happened to all your men~? All you had to do was kill me. A weak, pitiful monster. *The vines are nearly crushing him with the strength. Flowey's smile fades into a blank yet intense stare as he growls harshly to Jack.*

Now what do I do with you?

*Yet another vine snakes up to his face this time and makes a slow and deep cut in his face right below his eye.* What I will do to you will be a fraction of the pain you've inflicted onto monsters, let alone your own kind.

Don't worry, I'm not giving you the satisfaction of killing you yet. Now stay still. I'm going to make a little note to remind me of something for later. *The vines holding Jack extend to hold his head still as Flowey soaks his vine in the blood leaking from the cut. He drags the along his skin, painting a line over his throat.*

If you live through this and I see you anywhere near Chara, I won't hesitate to fill in that mark and listen to the sound of you choking on your own blood.

*He threads the end of a vine around the fingers of Jack’s dominant hand and stretches one back further and further until it cracks with a burning pain. One by one he goes along. He makes sure to speak slowly and viciously, so that his words would get through to the head of anyone despite how distracted by pain they are.*

You won't be touching them ever again, even if it's not in the same way. You're not Chara's father. You're not a policeman. You're a waste of life, and I want nothing more for you to bleed out and rot away at a funeral that no one would care to even put together. They despise you.

*Flowey looks down and points to the space between Jack’s legs.* There's the male reproductive organ in humans, right? *He stares him in the eye coldly, waiting for an answer as he draws a dagger. Confirmed or not, he suddenly jabs the blade through flesh and muscle, sinking the knife into his body to destroy sin itself his before pulling it out and stabbing him again, and again, and again. A deep red spreads on the cloth covering him and the knife.*

*He finally stops, watching with a twisted satisfaction as Jack writhes against his constraints. He just ties the ends of the vines into knots so it'd hold tightly even without Flowey trying. Flowey wipes the blade clean on his shirt and then cuts off his own vines without flinching. Dragging the raft closer, he quickly ties the other ends to the wood and hauls Jack closer to the water.*

I am going to push you into the water in one minute, or less if I so decide. You will be floating out into the ocean to either flip over from a wave and drown, starve to death, or be eaten by some animal. If I find someone cared enough to to save you before any of that happens, you had better be a changed man or I’ll kill you and the person who took you back to shore right then and there.

Do you want to say anything before I push you out? Or are you too shocked? I better hear you scream apologies to Chara as your last words. *Flowey steadily brings the knife to Jack’s throat, the cold metal pressing lightly against that red line of blood, but doesn't cut it.*

(Jack) "You are a freak, aren't you? Oh I know I'm going to die if I will go swimming. I won't survive and I won't try to! Congrats you've won. I hope that'll send hundreds of monsters to their death bead happy. Of course, I knew someone like you would show up at one point so I told my friend if I died to block off the exits to the courtroom and shoot any and all people and monsters and take anyone who survives be tortured by dissolving each part of their body parts into acid, one by one. I've actually calculated the amount of monsters in there. Over 40000. I made the courtroom big for that reason alone. But who cares right? Kill me! *He smiles a psychotic smile* After all I enjoyed that feeling with Chara! You never realize how terribly attractive kids are until you try it. Chara, their lips smelled like cherries. Oh, I'm not done yet! How did it feel to have her in the ocean just like here in fact I remember a few feet from here when I actually put it in my mouth. They cried until I stopped and then I said, 'I don't know what saltier, the sea, your tears, or some other liquid.' Okay now kill me!!! Come on do it! Let those monsters die! Chara was a good daughter and an even better lover!"

[cryptidofthekeys]

welp

my brain gave me what i wanted last night

had a dream with Feppino!

...now I know what y’all are gonna be thinking, oh god its going to be fucking horrifying isn’t it?

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((Uh-Oh a keep reading bc its a long explanation))

...well ok yeah it was at FIRST bc i was in uh the bruno pizza place, with only a lil bit of lighting and Feppino was stalkin and lurking- I remember not being able to move but I was standing, like, some sort of weird fucking paralysis idk

but I couldn’t move but I heard something skittering, something b i g- I couldn’t even turn around to face who I kinda knew it’d be-

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I just listened to the skittering and then I heard something right above me and the stereotypical horror fashion, I was granted movement this time but only my head, so I look up and wowza,, there he is, hovering right over me, w i d e grin

...okay I won’t deny, when you see him that close to you, he is... Unsettling but,, literally,, as horrifying as the first half was, he just kinda... dripped onto the floor, like just fuckin melted from the ceiling onto the floor and then reformed

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a tall way too long man him is ...here’s where it gets unbelievably less horrifying, I feel like he could see I was getting a lil bit anxious and scared bc I remember his face lighting up and he frowned for a moment before suddenly advancing toward me

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and then he kinda just,, he just helped me sit down and then he wrapped himself around me, noodly long arms and even his body in general, he just curled around me and snuggled me (it sounds longer than it should be anytime I describe a dream, y’all this lasted for maybe like 2 minutes tops)

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but it was honestly kinda cute and wholesome, I couldn’t understand him when he spoke, bc it was just,, it was either gibberish or backwards speak- but either way, he very much had no intentions to harm me, I was also finally granted full movement and I just cuddled him back

....also for a funny bit, I remember seeing like,, one of the enemies waltz in- I can’t remember which one it was but needless to say Feppino was NOT having it, he first covered my ears and then I could hear him muffled-ly screeching and that lil bitch r a n

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so the moral of this dream is NEVER EVER fucking interrupt Feppino’s sleepy cuddle times, it was scary at first but honestly great throughout the second half, we just cuddled and fell asleep together

....although i do find it kinda funny how my first dream with Peppino was scarier than this, literally- its just that meme of nice cat of the week

Nice lad of the week: Feppino (Cuddled Nicely :D)

Bad lad of the week: Peppino (fucking bit my ass >:/)

[rivka-kopelman]

Delivery Lemur Logbook : 14-B

January 1st, 3432

New Year's Day

Mocha?

Mocha?

Hot blue death sparkled in the night above. My jaw slackened. Lopcorn let Welker slide onto the ground.

“Miss Menosky,” I breathed. She can't be gone. My scalp tingles. Tears are blurry in my eyes; I rub them and watch the faraway lights blinking out. I stare hard at them. Every little pop is a massacre.

I really only care about my friend. Somewhere in that

Lopcorn was squinting, shocked and impatient. “What the hell is going on?”

“Oh wowza,” gasped Plum, gazing up in awe, as though at a fireworks show.

“Safe... Oh, finally...” the murderer was saying.

“What did you do? What did you do?” I'm screaming. I land on Welker and grab his head and scream right in his face. “What did you do? Why did you do that?”

He's serene, he's in bliss, he looks so relieved.

His demons will never get anyone else.

Lopcorn pulls me off him and holds me.

“What is going on? Text me. Type it out for me.”

I wipe my eyes and my nose. I take my phone out but I can't hold it steadily enough to type anything. The baby starts bawling and Plum tries to soothe it.

It could just be that, couldn't it?

I run away.

“Where are--?”

Lopcorn follows me.

It doesn't take a minute.

~Lemur~

Oh!

~Leeemur?~

I'm here, are you okay? Where are you, Miss? There's... a genocide happening, you have to get far away from the sanctuary

Lemur ~ What did the normies do?

Her voice is so tiny! She's so shrunken! It breaks my heart! It's so wrong! It's very wrong! Mocha is broken!

Why did they do this?

She feels my fear, and she opens her eyes to mine. She's at the conservatory; A tiny structure orbiting Febris. it wasn't hit.

It's a miracle, Miss Menosky

It's ~ murder. We were ~ only living ~ we didn't do anything

Like looking through a telescope, the feelings zoom in on me, and I perceive the grief, the sheer cold

Intellectually I know there are pockets of the psy population living outside the sanctuary or on ships and ZUD stations who must have survived, but 95% or more of her people were just culled.

She knows what I know

I was ~ listening to music ~ now, I don't know how it goes ~ the song is over

We can come get you. We'll be safe together. We can find the survivors. The perpetrator's been caught, and

Let's see ~ how the normies like it. Just ~ stop breathing ~ you monsters

Lopcorn coughed. He swayed and fell over, rubbing his neck around his throat. It was Mocha.

I knew it was the whole city, and beyond, and beyond, and beyond. She's in my mind and I feel her reaching out, inconsolable, insensible.

Stop breathing. Stop breathing.

It's everybody in the world

She's strangling everyone. The birds in the trees, snakes and fish and hens and old dogs and every horse, every lion, the humans, bats, cats, everybody. At home, asleep, and in the streets, and in the floating cities. All around me and tucked into aloof corners, everywhere in the distance, floating on rocks, every member of the out-of-sight far-flung universe-spanning society. She's suffocating them with pure pain, she's in their heads, cutting off the will to live. She's killing everybody she possibly can.

Not you

Stop that! Don't hurt my mom and dad! What are you thinking? Stop!

Everywhere in the 8 Galaxies they're dropping dead. Ships with strangled pilots crash into asteroids and into each other. Families slump over at the dinner table.

Numb fury is burning out the light of civilization, but I am untouched. Mocha wants to end the world

Lopcorn is fading. His face shows pure confusion. It's the most pitiful thing. I can only hold him.

Mocha stop right now! Look through my eyes and see! Look at what you're doing to him!

If only they left us alone ~ but they're too cruel ~ If only it was just us ~ I'll make us safe

You're cruel! You're worse! You have to stop!

No one stopped Welker

So kill him!

I can't find him ~ but you can

My head turns (against my will). A hundred meters back over the rubble, I saw Plum first and the others with her.

My arms let go of Lopcorn and my legs carry me back. I pick up a heavy chunk of concrete.

Kill them

Kill~

Her presence is scrubbed away. Sindla Syndrome. I'm near enough to the infant to be protected. I drop the concrete slab. What the hell?

Franz is there, leaning on Plum who's cradling the baby.

The Zag IX census; did Welker know there was a psy that could do this? Was he right all along?

Shit, I've got to get Lopcorn over here. Then he'll be able to breathe.

I turn back. A step later and she has me again. Oh this is too much.

I'll need a good sharp stone, of course. With a good sharp stone I'll be safe / by killing them

I'm bedbugs. I'm that knife you're always thinking about (the end). I'm battery acid. I'm sunstroke, I'm your subdural hematoma. I'm dark gelatin caking the folds of your grey matter, caking it fatally, shiny slime congealing into opaque greasy dead blood in your living skull. You know I'm going to get you.

Kill

Yes, I'm the life-ending thing. That's it for you!

There's a little oxygen left in the red freeway tied around your vital organs. (drooling)(disgusting mouth)(shut up) There's a dwindling little bit of self that blows away like dust / she sees you and shes sweeping it up. You better avert your tiny bug eyes, hang your head, suffocate, stop your life, go to bed for today, so, even though I never realized it before, I'm the grim reaper, even though I like kindness and tried to fill my life with light, I'm really the killer.

(The scars won't matter if you actually do it)(stupid coward)(ugly coward)(you know you're actually worthless)(you know)

dont think about anything, just die, and go to bed, and burn in hell. This is just what you do, so get it over with already. Eat your own lips, I'm telling you

I turned back into myself. I dropped a long shard of glass. Plum and even Welker were gaping at me in terror. She's yelling something.

“Listen,” I pant. “There's a disaster going on. It's revenge. You killed the psys. Let me take that kid, just so I can go get Lopcorn, he can't breathe.”

“Never,” Welker vowed, quaking. “Plum, Don't let go of Nikolai.”

Plum held the baby close.

“Oh you bastards. Okay, I'll just carry him.”

I hurry back to where Lopcorn is motionless on the ground.

But now

I'm death.

I can't dance back and forth like this, get out of my head! Get out of my head!

I need to drag Welker away from his protectors. I'll fling him from the rooftop.

Lop's not moving. It's too late anyway.

Get out of my head. Give me back. You're disgusting. I wish I never met you, I wish I never heard your voice. I wish I could be someone that never knew you. You're the worst person I ever met. Leave me alone. You're a freak. Freak!

I bolt. My legs are mine again and I'm gone. Don't care where. The city's dead and so is the world.

The sky is dirty and oppressive. There's nothing but dead bodies up there now. The glittering sky is only a revolving graveyard now.

ghost towns rot away,

brick buildings full of skeletons, row upon row, town upon town, world upon world, star after star, forever dead.

There's no one to light it up again.

Roving over the debris of the battle, I see a tilted tower that half-collapsed into the pediment of Lugdunum's senate dome. I climb up and up through slanting stairwells. The highest storeys were mushed under the mostly-caved-in roof. From here I can see just how much of the city's superstructure had fractured off and been lost to the fog and gravity.

The tower shifted. I kept my balance. The last bit of standing wall supporting a section of the roof gave way. As the hunk of concrete dropped and rumbled down the gap between buildings, a bundle of braided steel cable connecting it to the crossbeam under me was snapping a strand at a time under the weight. When the last wire split, it sounded like a whip-crack.

I fell over for some reason.

I stand back up. actually I don't. I try to get up and I cant do it right. I laugh at how clumsy I am.

How hopeless!

ah I'm bleeding. it's my tail. my tail is gone.

cut off.

my beautiful tail?

Nahh

it's so cute. its fluffy, and, and, and my mom used to count the stripes with me when I was growing up, and even though I'm grown up now, i hope she'll count them again when I come home

so you can't take it away I have to find it

I go somewhere, I go real quick. I'm bumping into stuff. Ahah! This is too much today

I run for what feels like 40 miles. But it's not that far.

I think there's nowhere to actually go

Don't know where I am or what I'm doing.

Well, I can't run any more

I'm so tired

I just can't keep doing this

I want to eat something and have a hot drink.

I sit. And that's it.

The dome up above is bowing in on itself. The crushed foundation can't hold it up.

It's cracking. It's gonna flatten me.

I can't walk another step. My life depends on it, but I really can't.

If I had another chance I'd be better. I don't know why I could never muster the little bit of focus it would take to tackle my responsibilities. I don't know why I act so dumb. Maybe I could have been better.

I wish I tried. I should have tried while I still could.

I want to do stuff. I still want to fly. If I could just fly away from here, I'd start doing everything right.

I'm not getting out, though. The ceiling is going to land on me in a minute and turn me into a pancake.

If I could just pause and gather my thoughts, I think I'd feel better. Or if I could eat something.

I check my pockets. Got nothing.

I wish the ceiling would just fall and give me a quick end.

Oh. I don't mean that at all. I don't want to die.

I try to stand but I can't even wiggle. I must have lost tons of blood. I think about my poor tail, lost somewhere, probably getting full of dirt. I'll never see it again. Or my ship or my beanbag chair, my toothbrush

Lemur ~ may I whisper with you now

It doesn't matter. Uh, I mean, I don't mind.

She thinks of holding my hand and I feel hers there.

I'm so sorry ~ for everything

I know. Miss Menosky? Miss? I'm about to die.

Lemur ~ You are the only one who ever made me feel safe. My dearest ~ is there any dream you want to see now? I can show you something if you want ~ anything

The obvious first impulse is for Lopcorn and my parents, and the world given back. Renewal. And your sweet face. But that makes my heart ache.

Show me something nice please. I don't know.

The dome came down. I had a vision. Before the ceiling touched me, it turned into the viewport. My control board lit up. Reactor's hot and ready to go.

There's my starry open road. I press the

[milkywaygg]

Confidential Affairs Chapter 11

Cosma Interpretations belong to @eripops Enjoy!

For the next two weeks, Jules decided to grin and bear it as he continued his final days of work. Despite getting a bit overly emotional while handing Lesley his resignation, Jules also felt a warm feeling in the bottom of his stomach that he was making the right choice. Between the two of them, Euphemia made at least 4 times as much as he did hourly and did a much better job paying the bills on time and making sure everything was taken cared of, and he didn’t like the idea of his baby in a stranger’s arms rather than his own. He or she was supposed to be his and Euphemia’s baby, not theirs. They weren’t the ones giving birth.

As he buttoned his polo and finished getting ready for his last day of work, Jules’ phone vibrated off his nightstand, the caller ID showing a bunch of numbers that Jules has not recognized but started with his local area code. Curiosity killing the cat, he took a seat on the bed, picking up the phone.

“Hey hey!”

“Good morning! Am I speaking to a Mr Cosmo Primrose?”

“Oh I-I go by Jules, thanks. Who is this?”

“This is Dr. Winchester’s receptionist on duty. I see you have an appointment scheduled a month from now. However, we had tried to process your payment and it looks like your health insurance is no longer valid.”

“No longer valid? What do you mean? I should be under my fiance’s insurance plan? Can you look under Euphemia Cosma.”

“We did sir. According to your insurance company, it had expired last month due to non payment. Did you guys move to a different plan by any chance? I know some clients do that and forget to update their information. It happens all the time.”

“Not that I’m aware of...How much is my next appointment since I’m not covered?”

“Looks like it’ll be about $415 without insurance.”

“Wow haha…wow that’s crazy. Um..”, Jules stammered, unsure how to handle the unwelcome news, “Would it be possible to hold off on the payment until we figure something out. I-I mean I can pay out of pocket..but $415 just to see my baby is healthy? That’s insane.”

“I’m sorry sir. I don’t set the prices.”

“I-I know you don’t. I’m sorry. It’s just…wowza…I had no idea my insurance expired…um…you know what? I got to get to work, but I’ll talk to my girlfriend about it and figure out what to do from there. Thanks for letting me know.”

As soon as he hung up, Jules switched to Euphemia’s contact information, unsure of what was going on. Pressing call, he held his phone back up to his ear once more, only to get no response. Checking the time and knowing he had to go soon, Jules sighed in frustration as he shot Euphemia a text, annoyed at her cryptic attitude.

We need to talk sometime tonight. 

The final hour of his final shift; Jules would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t going to miss working at the flower shop. He had worked there ever since he had gotten out of college, hoping that one day, he would become the manager after Lesley had retired or moved on. Yet, as he swept up the fallen petals off the ground, he looked down and smiled at the belly bump forming inside him. He’d give up anything for his little one, even his entire life. 

Although there was a sense of peace in knowing that he was making the right choice, there was also a nagging feeling of dread as night time approached, getting closer to the talk he wanted to have with Euphemia. He really, truly wanted to believe her when she said everything was alright, but the piled up bills and now canceled insurance said otherwise. He didn’t understand why she kept letting it all pile up, regardless of how many times he talked to her.

All of the sudden, the doorbell rang as a customer stepped in; Jules feeling a cold aura flow through the store as he heard the clicks of her jet black heels approach the counter.

“I have a pick-up for Athena-oh. Cosmo. I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Jules please, thanks.”, Jules said nervously, squirming as Athena glared at him, crossing her arms.

“I don’t recall that being your name. Now, pick up for Athena. I don’t have all day. Severus and I have a reservation we can’t be late for. Chop chop.”

“Oh-of course.”, Jules stammered, handing her the bouquet of roses, without so much as a thank you, “It’s just, that’s the name I prefer.”

“But it’s not your legal name. What kind of child still uses nicknames? Quite frankly, I don’t see the point.”, Athena said, sneering at Jules’ frown, “Ugh, and the attitude, my lord! It’s no wonder why you left Euphemia. You’re so obsessed with your poor lifestyle, you couldn’t understand what a catch she was.”

“Wait wait wait-woah! Hang on!”, Jules squeaked, loud enough for Athena to stop in her tracks, “W-what do you mean I left her?”

“Well, she told us the news over dinner the other Monday  night.”, Athena said, “I know it must be hard to deal with and I bet you’re just heartbroken, but you leaving her was the best thing you could have done for her.”

“Wait…s-she told you? I-I don’t understand…She’s usually working late.”

“Yes, well the one good thing that came out of her losing her job was that she now has a pretty free social calendar.”, Athena said, looking at Jules with a somewhat interested look as she watched him turn white as a ghost, his head spinning in different directions.

“She lost her job??? W-what wait…I..”, Jules began to shake as he collapsed down, grabbing his head as his entire body went into a straight panic. Upon watching this episode however, Athena noticed the silver and emerald flower ring that rested on Jules’ ring finger. 

“What the fuck???”, Athena screamed all of the sudden, slamming her bouquet of roses on the nearest table. “Why do you still have that ring on? I thought she returned it?”

“I-I-I don’t know. I really don’t know what’s going on…oh my god…”, Jules’ breathing sharpened as tears flowed down his face, all other noise blocked out other than his crying and Athena’s screaming. As she continued to berate him, deep in his thoughts, he was able to connect the dots. Her job provided the health insurance and now that she was unemployed, they didn’t get that benefit anymore, and her losing her job explained the piled up bills. Yet, if she wasn’t working, then where was she going? What was she doing all day and night? Was she..no…she wouldn’t do that to him…

Feeling as if his entire body could explode and molt into lava, Jules threw his olive green apron onto the ground and made his way through the door, accidentally shoving Athena gently on the side.

“Watch it, you clumsy-”

“Fuck off!”, Jules screamed, making Athena freeze as she watched him leave, standing dumbfounded as the man stormed off. Euphemia had absolutely no idea how lucky she was that he was pregnant. Otherwise, he would love nothing more than to zap her into oblivion right now. Cutting two corners, he finally made it back to their town home and unlocked the door, slamming it behind him as he scanned the room, spotting Euphemia’s bee-hive swirl in the middle of the kitchen.

“Oh hey sweetheart.”, she said, putting her briefcase down with a tired look on her face, “Was wok ok? My day was a killer.”

“Oh really? I’m sure it was.”, Jules sneered, “I had a pretty interesting day at work myself, dear. It just so happens that I ran into your mother. You didn’t tell me today was their anniversary.”

“Oh…oh yea, I guess it is. I uh…kinda forgot. Why do you ask?”

“Well she and I just had a splendid little chat. She said you lost your job, which I think is kinda crazy because if you did, you probably would have told me, right?”

“Uhm..”, Euphemia stammered until Jules interrupted her.

“AND I guess she’s losing her mind on top of it all to, because she made up this crazy story about how I left you and you had returned my wedding ring.”

“I…well…listen Jules, I can explain.”, Euphemia said, reaching her arms out, only to be shoved away, “Baby, darling, honey pie, there’s a reason I had to tell my mother those things. See, when I moved out, my parents agreed to help me pay for the rent if I took care of the smaller bills, since um…they figured that I couldn’t make it on my own B-But when I lost my job, my mother had cut me off, so I had only lied to them in order to get back in their good graces.”

“B-But I…I don’t understand…why did you have to lie about it?”, Jules asked, her breathing still frantic but the tone getting slowly more exhausted as his anger consumed him, “W-Why did you fucking lie to me about everything that was happening? I’m about to be your husband! I-you can’t just hide these things from me! I….can we even afford this baby? I don’t give a shit about the wedding right now, but our baby?”

“I…well I do have some money in my savings, but it would be a struggle.”, Euphemia said sadly, “I’m truly sorry Jules. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-I just didn’t want you to worry and hurt while you’re pregnant, or at all. My mother had always taught me that it was my job as the woman of the household to take care of all the finances and make sure we had a roof over our heads.”

“Euphemia, look around you. This isn’t your parents’ time anymore. Things change.”, Jules’ voice softened as small tears dripped off the corners of his eyes, “If you would’ve just…talked to me, we could have figured this out. We could have waited to have this baby, o-or just gone to the courthouse to get married instead of a wedding, but no.”

“I thought you wanted a baby and wedding?”

“Of course I do, but not if you and I are going to struggle!”, Jules yelled, “It’s not even about the fact that you lost your job. It’s the fact that you lied about it, especially towards the person you sleep in the same mother fucking bed in! I..”

“Jules I…you know I only did what I did because I wanted to take care of you.”

“And look where that got us.”, Jules sneered, before turning his back, coldly, “I’m going to bed. Don’t disturb me when you climb in. I-I need some space right now.”

[pinkhairandpokemon]

Elite Four Rika VS. Ex-Champion Blake!

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[LIVE VIDEO FEED STARTING…]

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Blake and Rika are seen standing on opposite sides of the battle court in Levincia, preparing their Pokémon for battle.

Suddenly, the camera whirls around, revealing none other than the Levincia Gym Leader and famous streamer, Iono.

“BOO! Your eyeballs are mine! Caught in my Electroweb!” She suddenly exclaims, making a toothy grin at the camera. “‘Ello, ‘ello, hola! Ciao and bonjour! Surprised to see me? I know this isn’t my usual platform, but my old buddy-ol-pal Blake asked yours truly to record this match and lemme borrow their phone to do so! Gotta say, their phone case is severely lackin’ in stickers… Anywho, I hope you’re all ready for an all-out battle between an ex-champion of Galar and one of Paldea’s very own Elite Four!! ‘Course it won’t be as electrifying as my matches, but hey, it’s hard to leave the audience as starstruck as I do! Oh well, I’ll be commentating, so I bet you’ll all be left on the edge of your seats regardless! Nyhahaha!”

She turns the camera back to the court, and each side has already sent out their Pokémon of choice. On Blake’s side, their Inteleon stands proudly, his tail flicking from side to side. On Rika’s, her Donphan scraps its hoof across the ground, huffing in anticipation.

“Alright then Pinky, I’d give the first move, but…” Rika says with a relaxed smirk as she adjusts her glove. Then, in the blink of an eye, her expression turns serious. “I’m not feeling that nice today! Think fast! Iron Head!”

The Donphan bellows as a metal sheen coats the top of its head, before it charges towards Kappa at breakneck speed. With incredible reflexes, the Inteleon simply leaps high into the air just as the Ground-type barrels past, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Blake just smirks right back as they watch Kappa fall through the air.

“Nice try, but you can’t catch us off guard that easily,” Blake remarks, before flinging their hand out as they call out a move. “Use Night Slash!”

The audience gasps as dark energy begins to gather around Kappa’s hand, materializing into the shape of shadowy claws. He then dives down towards Donphan, slashing across its thick hide. The elephant Pokémon grunts in pain, but manages to stay standing as Kappa lands a few feet away.

“Who-ho-hoa!” Iono is heard behind camera. “Wowza! And here I thought Inteleon couldn’t learn Night Slash! Who woulda thought!”

Rika gives the Inteleon a calculating stare as she rubs her chin, like she has an idea forming. “Use Earthquake!”

With a stomp of Donphan’s foot, the ground begins to shake violently, and Kappa doesn’t have enough time to jump out of the way. The Inteleon grunts as he’s tossed around like a rag doll by the cracking earth, a glow beginning to envelop his body.

There’s another gasp from the crowd as “Kappa’s” form begins to shift as the Earthquake ends- leaving a Zoroark lying on the ground where he once was. The fox Pokémon rises to its feet with a disgruntled noise, brushing dirt off its black and red fur.

“HOLY GUACAMOLE! A Zzzoroark?! Now that’s a plot twist for the century folks!” Iono comments.

Blake sighs, but doesn’t seem too upset about their Pokémon’s true form being exposed. “Looks like the party tricks are over… Okay Nox, use Focus Blast!”

Nox leaps to the opposite side of the field, as far away from his opponent as he can get. Then, he begins charging a ball of light between his paws, concentrating intently on Donphan.

“Iron Head, quick!” Rika shouts out, and just like that, her Pokémon is charging at the Zoroark again with a reverberating battle cry.

Even so, Nox remains still, holding his ground as the Ground-type closes in. The orb of burning light in his paws gradually begins to grow larger, before finally, he unleashes it in a huge burst just as the Donphan’s attack is about to connect. The beam hits it mark, sending the elephant flying backwards and skidding across the field.

Rika visibly winces as her Pokémon is knocked into the side of the battle court, leaving a huge cloud of kicked up dirt. Once the dust settles a little, she jogs over to the Donphan’s collapsed form and crouches down beside it.

Donphan groans, lifting itself up a little as Rika places a firm pat on its head. “Atta girl, you did your best.” The Elite Four member chuckles, feeding Donphan a Sitrus Berry before recalling it to its ball. Clicking the Pokéball back onto her belt, she strolls back over to her side of the battlefield, tucking her hands into her pockets.

“Alright, first round’s yours, Pinky.” she says to Blake, already grabbing a second Pokéball and tossing it up and down a few times. “You won’t be getting me with that little illusion trick of yours again, though.”

Blake just smiles proudly as Nox rushes to their side, and they give him a gentle pat between the ears before looking towards Rika again. “Oh don’t worry, that’s not all I have up my sleeve.”

They toss out a Pokéball, and the actual Kappa bursts out. The Inteleon lands in a spy pose, before rising to his feet and placing a hand on his hip.

Rika’s next to send out her Pokémon- her ace as well, no less. Clodsire comes out in a burst of light, plopping onto the ground with a loud, throaty roar.

The next round kicks off almost immediately, with Kappa firing off a Snipe Shot and Clodsire blocking it with a Protect. This goes on for a while, the Pokémon throwing attacks back and forth, before Rika is seen grabbing something out of her pocket.

“Alright, let’s see if we can shake things up a bit…” she mutters, the Tera Orb in her hand beginning to shine. “Show ‘em how we do things the Paldea way, pal!”

With a flick of her wrist, she tosses the Tera Orb, and the camera shakes a little as a flash of light obscures the view. Soon, Clodsire is shown, a dazzling Ground-type Tera Jewel crowned upon its head.

Blake winces at the blinding light, holding their arm up to shield their eyes.

“Earthquake!”

The ground splits open once more in sparkling orange light with a slam of Clodsire’s flipper, small fissures cracking and moving underneath Kappa. Strengthened by the Tera energy, its power is doubled compared to last time. The Inteleon grimaces as the violent vibrations under his feet throw him off balance, causing him to tumble backwards.

The quakes cause another huge cloud of dust to rise, and it’s hard to see what’s happened to Kappa once the tremors settle. Rika grins, thinking she’s won- only for her jaw to drop when the dust dissipates once more, and finds an empty space where Kappa once was.

Unbeknownst to her, an invisible figure has begun to dart around the arena. Her eyes searching for the now absent Inteleon, she doesn’t see the thin outline of the Water-type’s form until it’s too late.

Kappa’s blue scales materializes in the air above Clodsire, his index finger pointed downwards. He fires another Snipe Shot directly at the base of its Tera Jewel, causing the mud fish to recoil back from the super-effective damage.

Kappa backflips away before Clodsire can do anything to retaliate, landing in a crouch as he readies himself for whatever his opponent has planned next.

Once Clodsire shakes off the attack, Rika tugs at her glove as she shouts out another command. “Use Toxic!”

At a surprising speed, Clodsire catches Kappa off guard and fires a blob of purple gunk his way. The Inteleon moves to dodge, but ends up getting splatted regardless. He hisses uncomfortably when the sludge makes contact with his skin, dark bags forming under his eyes as the poison sets in.

Blake curses under their breath, before reaching into their pocket. “Shit- okay, let’s wrap this up fast…”

They pull out their own Tera Orb, tossing it towards Kappa. In another brilliant flash of light, the Inteleon emerges with a fountain-shaped Tera Jewel on his head, his scales illuminated in a crystal sheen. Rika’s eyes light up in surprise for a moment, before an impressed smirk rises to her face.

“Use Hydro Cannon!”

“Throw ‘em off with Earthquake!”

Clodsire raises his fin, planning to knock its opponent off balance before he can take aim and build up his attack- but it underestimates just how quick Kappa is to react. Despite the poison slowing him down, the Inteleon manages to charge up a full-force Hydro Cannon and fires it towards Clodsire in a matter of milliseconds.

Clodsire cries out as the jet of water hits its mark, its Tera Jewel shattering on impact. The mud fish lets out a gurgle as it returns to normal and slumps to the ground, defeated.

“Aaaand that declares Blake-y our winner today!” Iono announces from behind the screen.

Rika appears taken aback by her loss, but eventually, accepts it with a huff as she rolls her eyes and gives a slow clap. While she strolls over to Clodsire’s side to make sure it’s okay, Blake jumps up in glee and runs to Kappa, tackle-hugging the lanky blue lizard as he reverts back from his Terastalization.

“That’s how it’s done, bud!” Blake laughs as they give their Inteleon an affectionate squeeze, before reaching into their bag and grabbing a Pecha Berry. Kappa trills in gratitude as he accepts it and bites into it, the effects of the poison beginning to drain away swiftly.

Rika strolls over to their side of the field, clipping Clodsire’s Pokéball back onto her belt before she extends her hand out to the shorter trainer. “Not bad, Pinky.” She smiles as she nods towards Kappa in acknowledgement, who towers beside his trainer. “I gotta say, that Inteleon of yours is quick on his feet. Guess I shouldn’t have expected any less from an ex-Champion’s ace, though.”

“Yeah, he’s definitely not gotten rusty,” Blake chuckles as they accept the handshake, the slightest hint of pink appearing on their face. “Y-you did great too, though!”

“It was an honor to battle you,” Nox suddenly speaks up, appearing besides Blake. The sound of the Zoroark’s illusion voice causes Rika to jump back a little in surprise.

“Gah-!” she yelps, but relaxes when she sees the black and red fox. “Uh- uh, yeah- good game?”

Chuckling at her reaction, Blake gives Nox a small scratch under the chin while returning Kappa to his ball with their other hand. They then turn to the camera, waving at the holder. “Thanks so much for recording it for us Iono, can I have my phone back?”

“Okie dokie!” Iono giggles, skipping over to the pair. She turns the camera back to her one last time, winking and making a peace sign. “Looks like that’z a wrap, folks! If you found that battle to be- bzzzt! -shocking, go smash that subscribe bu- Oh wait, this isn’t my account. Oh wellsies! Force of habit!”

“Iono…?”

“Yea yea, gimme a sec!” She looks away to make a shooing gesture at Blake. “BAM! Your eyeballs are mine- caught in my Electroweb! Whosawhatsit? Iono the Supercharged Streamer! Catch y’all later!”

With that, she finally hands the phone back to Blake. They and Rika are both seen looking down at the camera as Blake sighs, fumbling to turn off the recording. “Was she streaming? I just told her to take a video- oh well…”

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[END OF LIVE VIDEO FEED]

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[clover-46]

David as a professor (ignoring the complications of this)

David who is a strict teacher, but everyone adores his class. (I could see him being a history professor) David leaning against his desk as he talks through the early periods of South Asian culture. Him knowing a headache is coming every time his best friend and teacher aide interrupts his lecture to slide in a joke.

David who believes that he should dress seriously if he wants people to listen, so he walks in each day with a freshly iron black dress shirt with matching dress pants. The sleeves get rolled up somewhere in the middle of the day and by the end a couple buttons are undone because he's really not a fan of formal attire. But if his students are really lucky, he might pair it with a form hugging vest. 🤤

David who fidgets with a ruler when he talks and he doesn't really notice what it does to his students as he taps it against his palm.

David wearing a simple string bracelet that a long forgotten friend made for him when he was a kid. Sometimes he wonders what happened to Caleb... Cal... Something along those lines.

David who looks sternly at anyone who starts to speak over him and gives a curt nod when they shut the fuck up.

Except this one student. They only grin at him before continuing their conversation.

Angel who doesn't even need to take the class to get their degree this year, they just heard the professor was hot and wanted to see if the rumors were true. And wowza they definitely were! They can already feel their nerves firing on all cylinders as David enters and puts his stuff down on the desk at the front and calls out a "Alright can we get this over with?" to get everyone's attention.

They love his fuck around and find out energy. And they've always been one to push the limits.

At first it's purposefully getting on his nerves, enjoying the way he clenches his jaw and forces himself to calm down. Then they start asking him for help on their essays (which is also because they actually do need help. Who knew history was so complicated. The American public schooling system didn't prepare them for this. This isn't just learning about the revolutionary war every year.)

David who is actually patient when Angel doesn't understand something. But Angel doesn't know how to handle that so they keep trying to flirt.

"No wedding band, huh Mr Shaw?"

"Don't forget to add commas. Punctuation saves lives and all."

"I don't have a wedding band either. Want to fix that?"

"wikipedia isn't a reliable source and you need to cite what reputable source you do have in the proper format."

Yeah... It's not working so well. But at least their grades are improving. It'd be nicer if their grades improved the way that the spicy films always showed though. They were pretty sure his desk was the perfect height to be on top or under. Or ben-

David who is proud of Angel and how far theyve come, although their pickup lines are getting any better.

"Professor Shaw, my phone is broken or something. I think it's missing a critical component..."

"if you say what I think you're about to say...

"it needs your number."

"oh God."

But the cheesy lines are beginning to grow on him. He finds himself looking forward to the conversations at the end of his class, or in the hallways, or his office, or those couple of times they both ended up at the same restaurant, store, and park. He wondering if it's an accident as much as Angel claims it is

And he thinks he would call Angel a friend.

Angel who finally graduated with their degree and immediately runs to find David to show it off. David who is proud of them because he knows how hard they tried. But hes also curious.

"why did you take my class? Was it for the credit?" He asks as Angel shoved a shot into his hand before downing their own.

"nope. I heard you were hot"

- 🙊

hello, 🙊 anon i see we’re back to our regular scheduled ficlets!!

“ignoring the complications with this” HAHAHAHHA

THIS certainly makes for nice imagery 🤤🤤

…. ☹️☹️☹️☹️

ANGEL IS SO SMOOOTH i aspire to be like them someday

i’m certainly not one to like student/professor tropes but it’s david thicc ass shaw and your writing is one of my favorites so i did enjoy this 🥰🥰

@messenger-of-stupidity

[rhiannonsknife]

hi can you do a fic where the reader gets there wisdom teeth taken out and forgets there dating jackie but still keeps complimenting her on how good she looks

also can i claim the 😝 emoji if it isnt already taken?

yes of course!! hi 😝 anon! <3 i wrote this at 2am last night because i couldn’t sleep and then forgot to post it…do with that information what you will!

you’re still coming out of the haze of anesthesia when jackie steps into the room, her bag slung over one shoulder and a small plastic bag of supplies in her hand.

you’re propped up in your bed, cheeks puffed out with gauze, your eyes glassy but wide as they land on jackie.

“hey, you,” she says softly, closing the door behind her as she sets everything down on your desk. “how are you feeling? does anything hurt? do you need me to get you anything?”

for a second, you just blink at her. your words come out slurred past the gauze: “woah,” you mumble dreamily as she makes her way through the room. “you’re so pretty!”

jackie glances over at you, raising an amused eyebrow before her lips twitch upward. “okay, well, at least the anesthesia didn’t mess with your personality,” she smiles, stepping closer and tugging your blanket up to cover you more snugly. “you’re not cold, are you? you have to let me know if anything feels weird!”

“you’re so pretty,” you repeat yet again, squinting at her like you’re trying to make sense of it. “like, movie star pretty. are you a model or something? you should be a model!”

jackie bites her lip, trying and failing to hold back her amused grin. “i’ll think about it,” she says, pulling up a chair beside you. “for now i’m good with just being your girlfriend.”

that stops you in your tracks. “we’re dating?!” your eyes go impossibly wide, and your jaw drops so much that some of the gauze hangs out. “no way! i have you as my girlfriend? how did i do that?”

jackie can’t help but laugh. “yeah, we are. have been for a while, actually.”

you gape at her. “no way. me? dating you? how did that happen?”

“you don’t remember? you’re the one who asked me out, genius!”

your mouth opens and closes a few times. finally, you shake your head slowly. “you must’ve been desperate,” you say solemnly. “but…wow. seriously, you’re so pretty. did i tell you that already?”

jackie reaches out to take your hand, her smile softening. “now you’re just being ridiculous,”

“i’m serious!” you insist, pointing at her with an unsteady hand. she gently takes your index and brings it back down onto the blankets. “you’re really stuck on this, huh?” she teases, brushing her thumb gently across the back of your hand.

“i’m just saying…you’re, like, stupidly gorgeous,” you murmur, your words slowing slightly. then, with newfound determination, you lift your free hand and point your finger toward her face again, as if to prove your point.

she raises an eyebrow, amused. “what are you doing now?”

“trying to poke your nose,” you reply matter of factly. “your perfect nose. do you even know that? it’s probably scientifically perfect!”

she catches your hand mid-air, holding your finger gently between her thumb and index. “okay, no more poking! we’re putting the finger away!”

you blink up at her, your brow furrowing like you’re about to protest, but before you can come up with anything, your eyelids grow heavy again. “you’re so nice to me,” you mumble. “prettiest girl ever…and nice too. wowza!”

jackie’s expression only softens further as she leans closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “and you’re the sweetest person i’ve ever met. even if you’re…a little out of it right now,”

you try to respond, but your mouth moves uselessly and your head sinks deeper into the pillow as sleep overtakes you. she stays by your side, still holding your hand. “rest up, genius,” she whispers, pressing a feather-light kiss to your knuckles. “i’ll be here when you wake up,”