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captainsweet · 5 months

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My friend just sent me the trailer of Madame Spider and I looked into her and I LOVER HER SM I WANT HER SO BADLY YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND SHE'S MY WOMAN

#She's so... 💞💗💓💞💗💓💞💗💓💞💗💓💞💗💞💓💗💓💞💓💗💗💗💓💗💓💗💓💗💓💗💓💗💓💓💗💗💓💓💗💗💓💗💓💗💓💗💓💗💓💞💓💓💞💓💞💓💞💓#I love her..#sm #LIKE BARK BARK BARK BARK LEVELS Y'KNOW #LIKE “GRRR GRR RUFF RUFF RUFF RUFF BARK BARK BARK RAAAAAAWRR BARK BARK” LEVELS #Yes I'm acting like this on main #SHES A POWERFUL BLIND AND (WHEEL?)CHAIR BOUND PSYCHIC WHO'S IMMORTAL AND HOT WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT #SHE'S PERFECT. A GODDESS. ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. I WANT HER SOOO BAD I CAN'T PUT IT INTO WORDS #THAT'S MY WOMAN RIGHT THERE‼️‼️MY WOMAN‼️‼️MY GIRL‼️‼️#She may be a lil' older but it's not like her husband's around to stop me. he's a little too busy being dead iyk what I mean 😏#Sorry not sorry but I can't help myself when it comes to pretty woman I go wild/j #This should be a one time occurrence ☺️#(It won't be)

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jackals-ships · 1 year

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also I've just realized talking about dissociation with lotor would be SO funny area man is out here concerned and im like babygirl i am literally never aware <3 i am jus Vibing my guy. mostly-

#jackals barks #ship: villainous things #no but rlly i do struggle with the 'how often do you dissociate' question bc its like haha. yes-#i feel like i have a constant low level existing to the left tbh? but sometimes it's y'know. worse hfk

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starry-eyedblog · 2 months

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ahh i’m so sorry @angelofacidx!! i accidentally posted this ask before it was ready and had to delete it so your ask is gone :(( i hope i did a good job and y'know i had to make simon a tad pathetic, just for you <3

warnings/tags: simon x fem goth reader, awkward simon, flirting, teasing, kissing

when simon caught a glimpse of you one night at the pub he frequented with his mates, he was instantly captured by your beauty. usually, his type wasn't goth girls but there was something just so intriguing about you and your style that he found himself unable to look away.

when his friend johnny saw he was staring off, uninterested in the conversation, he followed his friends eyes and saw what had his full attention. "got a wee crush have you, si?" he chuckles, playfully nudging at his arm.

"oh fuck off," simon grumbled back, thankful for his black face mask covering his flushed cheeks. then, another friend was peeping up. "not your usual type mate. gonna go talk to her? or just oogle all night like a dickhead?" gaz had laughed with a raised eyebrow, taking a sip of his pint.

simon shrugged off his friends and left his booth, walking over to the bar where you were sat on a stool, talking away to a friend. he slipped in behind you, akwardly coughing to catch your attention which worked.

you spun around in your stool, tilting your head back to take in the absolute mammoth of a man stood in front of you. "can i help you?" you had asked, tilting your head slightly with an almost annoyed expression and simon felt his face flush warm.

"i uh- i was wonderin' if i could buy you a drink?" he asked, trying to avoid staring at you too much incase it come off as rude. in reality he was soaking up your outfit and makeup, enjoying all the details his eyes could find.

you laugh softly and with a smile, you accept the offer. "course you can, i'll have whatever you're having." you say, leaning in a bit closer to him so he can hear you over the general chit chat filling the busy bar.

simon nods, watching the way you lean towards him. his hands grow sweaty and his eyes frantically try to avoid yours. he quickly orders two rum and cokes, paying for them with a tenner. he takes his change, watching the bartender pour the drinks and place the glasses down in front of him.

he says a quick thanks before handing you a glass, "thanks." you say simply, bringing the glass up to your lips to take a long sip. as you place the drink down onto the bar, you look up at him with a questioning look.

"gonna ask me any questions or?" you tease with a smile and simon feels his heart hammering against his ribcage. "oh yeah, sorry uhm. so what's your name? that's a good place to start yeah?" he chuckles, hooking his mask under his chin and taking a big sip of his drink to try settle his nerves.

simon was someone who was confident in his looks, knew how intimidating he was with his height and old scars. you'd think he was a womanizer, but in all honestly he got shy around pretty girls and always managed to make an arse out of himself.

you laugh and nod, "yeah that's a good place to start. maybe next you can ask what my job is?" you tease with a cheeky smile before taking pity on him and telling him your name before asking for his.

simon answers back with his name, complimenting how pretty yours is before trying to move on and ask more questions that aren't very surface level.

more drinks are bought throughout the night and you seem to stay by his side, enjoying how flustered he gets around you. the more tipsy simon gets, the more he's unable to hide his fascination about your style.

"so, goth huh? i may have uh been a bit of an emo when i was younger in all honestly," he admits and you bark out a laugh, body tipping back and simon hopes to engrave that sound into his mind to remember for the rest of his life.

you raise a brow, "that so? just trying to imagine you with piercings and eyeliner. paints a pretty image honestly." you say before leaning forward, taking one hand and slowly dragging it up his arm while staring into his eyes.

once simon realises what you are doing, his face flushes pink and he feels his heart race. "had to take those out for military." he murmurs, unable to hold eye contact for long.

"military? makes sense now with all that muscles." you hum, giving a gentle squeeze to his bicep. "i've been like 'this' since i was a teenager, first got into the music through my parents and then discovered how much i enjoyed the style and makeup. haven't looked back since, brings in a lot of unwanted attention though. guys asking me to be their goth mommy on nights out or even dates, like what the fuck?" you shake your head, laughing with him with your hand still resting on his bicep.

"guys actually ask you that? fuckin' hell and i thought i was bad at flirting." simon bites, throwing back the rest of his drink before placing the empty glass onto the bar.

you laugh loudly at his words, shaking your head before finishing your own drink. "trust me, you're one of the best so far. little shy though eh?" you tease, giving another squeeze to his arm before standing up.

once you are standing up straight, you turn to your friend and explain your plan to her. she laughs and smiles, gently smacking you in a playful way before agreeing.

you turn back around and go up onto your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his ear, "i'm going out for a smoke, if you'd like to join me." you whisper, pulling back to stare up at him.

silently simon nods and follows you outside, glaring at any men who even glance in your direction while you make it out the bar. he is under the impression it will just be a friendly smoke together but oh boy was he wrong.

as soon as the both of you are outside, you are dragging him down a dark alleyway around the corner. your arms wrap around his neck and pull him down until your lips are just brushing. "can i kiss you?" you ask while looking into his eyes, hoping he’ll say yes.

simon is caught off guard, his eyes widening as you easily pull him down closer to you. “su-sure.” he mutters before he feels your lips pressing to his in a slow kiss. his arms gently wrap around your waist, bringing his body flush to yours as he deepens the kiss.

after a minute or so, the two of you pull away panting quietly. you giggle softly as you look at him and simon pulls a confused expression. “what you laughing at?” he grumbles, pink flushing his cheeks.

“a bit of my black lipstick is smudged on your lips big guy.” you smile cheekily, bringing your thumb to your mouth to lick before gently swiping at simon’s face to get rid of the evidence. he smiles down at you as he feel you wiping at the lipstick left behind.

he then works up the courage to ask the big question. “so, will i be able to get your number?” he utters, holding your waist a little tighter as he stares down at you. the question makes you chuckle, your head nodding. “yes you definitely can have my number.” you answer, smiling happily up at him.

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arecaceae175 · 1 month

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One of the Links tied up. He’s not in any particular pain or danger, but he is stuck. Light angst.

Legend breathed in a deep breath and counted down in his head. Three, two, one!

He tensed all his muscles, pushing as hard as he could against the ropes. He held it for as long as he could before he let out his breath. He let his head fall back against the tree, huffing to catch his breath.

"Are you done yet?"

Legend could've growled. Ironic, considering his companion. "No, I'm not. Unless you have another way out of here, this is all we got."

He heard Twilight sigh, but there was no other response.

"Why aren't you trying, huh? You're stronger than me," Legend said.

"I already tried. I'm savin' my strength 'n case they come back."

Legend sighed and turned his head. The bark scratched his cheek; he let the feeling ground him. He couldn't see Twilight since he was tied on the opposite side of the big tree, but it was comforting to look nonetheless.

"Whatever," Legend murmured, but there was no heat behind his words.

It had been hours. The mercenaries had jumped them, tied them up, then gone after their friends. Legend's heartbeat had returned to a relatively normal level, but his mind was no less frantic. They didn't even know what or who the mercenaries were after. His friends were possibly fighting for their lives, and here he was, stuck.

Twilight's smooth baritone cut through his thoughts. "They're gonna be fine, y'know."

Legend turned his head forward again and lightly thumped it on the tree. "We should be helping."

"I trust 'em. We're all capable heroes in our own right."

"You're right," Legend conceded with a sigh. "You're right. I just..."

"Don't like feelin' useless?" Twilight guessed.

"...Yeah."

"Me neither."

Legend glanced up at the darkening sky and tried to let himself believe Twilight's words.

There was a small, soft rumble from Twilight's direction. Legend let out a rough laugh and jerked his head toward Twilight.

"Was that-"

"We missed dinner, okay?" Twilight interrupted. Legend could imagine his mortified expression- ears pinned back and blush creeping across his cheeks.

"Hey, you get us out of here and I'll get you all the meat you can eat."

"You've got yourself a deal, vet."

Send me a prompt!

#linked universe #three sentence prompt #lu twilight #lu legend #teehee :3 #ace writes

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arvensimp · 1 year

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Arven and the reader trying to take care of a baby pokemon, and arven starts imagining him, and the reader is like a family taking care of a baby.

I've said this a thousand times and I'll say it a thousand times more, I'm WEAK for baby fics.

I hope this kinda works for you? It's not exactly the request but I hope it's sufficiently fluffy.

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Baby Mine

Arven x reader (no gendered pronouns are used to describe the reader), discovering a pokemon egg!!

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"Hey, uh... Arven?"

"Yeah?" Arven calls back to you without looking up from where he's currently doting upon Mabosstiff.

"Uhm...." You heft up the pokemon egg that you just plucked from your picnic basket.

With no further context from you, Arven looks up from his pokemon, and his eyes go wide.

"Oh, what the hell." He says, sounding more exasperated than anything. "Where'd that come from?"

You sigh. "Some of our pokemon must've, uh..." You blush a bit. "Y'know..."

Arven stands and puts his hands on his hips. "Shit, uh..." He clears his throat softly. "Is there any way to tell, er... Who the parents are? This has never happened with just my team on its own."

You gently prop the egg on your waist and take a seat on a stump. "Same with me. Give me a minute. I'm not overly familiar with breeding tactics. Lemme see which of our pokemon might be..." You wince a bit. "Compatible?"

One Bulbapedia search later, and Arven is staring down Mabosstiff.

"C'mon, bud! Really?!" He says. "That's hardly polite behavior. We owe a lot to those two, ya know? Is that any way to thank either of them?"

Mabosstiff only gives him a cheeky sneer and a loud boof.

Meanwhile, you're down on your Dachsbun's level. "Girl! This is trainerless behavior and not becoming of a Paldean champion! C'mon! At least make him buy you dinner first!" Your tone is entirely lighthearted, and Dachsbun doesn't even look sorry. There isn't a thought behind her eyes.

Arven tries to stifle a snort. "For what it's worth, /I've/ given her plenty of dinners. Does that count?"

"Nope. Mabosstiff needs to step up. He's a father now."

"I can't believe you're not taking this more seriously." Arven says, attempting to grow more sincere.

You pick the egg back up from where you'd gently placed it down on the ground, and stroke the shell tenderly.

"I'm taking it seriously enough," You defend. "It's just...not worth being too upset over, I think..." A soft smile graces your features. "Accidents happen, and goodness knows we both know how to look after a pokemon, right? This should be fine? It's just a sweet little baby..."

You press your cheek to the egg and smile into it. "You'll be a great little friend!" You tell it.

Arven's heart lurches at the sight. He imagined how you'd look holding a little human baby instead, and it's nearly too much.

"C-Can I...?" He asks, holding out both of his hands tentatively.

"Sure!" You pass the egg off to him.

At the exchange, Mabosstiff and Dachsbun both approach just to keep an eye out.

Arven holds the thing like it's...well, like it's exactly as precious as it is. His eyes go a little glassy as he looks it over.

"H-Hi..." He says softly to the egg, rubbing little circles into the shell with his thumbs. "Uh... I'm Arven..."

You snicker softly.

"You're gonna be a grandpa!"

Arven rolls his eyes. "Yeah, well what does that make you, genius?"

"A loving and doting trainer and grandtrainer."

"Mhmm." Arven humors you, then goes to sit, delicately holding the egg in his lap.

"I guess we need to figure out...uh...custody?"

You laugh lightly and scooch closer, so you can keep a hand on the egg while it's still within his grasp. Arven blushes, but you miss it.

"I mean...we can just stick close by?" Dachsbun crawls up beneath your hand and barks. "I imagine these two will want to be around no matter what." You nod to both pokemon. "I don't really have anything major going on. You?"

Arven shrugs. "Not really..."

So you stay close by. Rather than continue traveling terribly far though, the two of you decide to make your way back to the Poco Path Lighthouse. You and Arven swap holding the egg the whole way there.

It gives Arven butterflies watching you carry the thing, so gentle and sweet. You talk to it like it's already a fully hatched pokemon and can talk back, and it's just so endearing it makes his stomach tie in knots.

At one point on the walk back, you gasp loudly.

"Arven!" You cry.

"What?!" He jolts, quickly turning back to you, fully expecting the worst.

"Look, look, look! Come feel!" You hold the egg out to him with a grin, and Arven gingerly takes it.

He's silent for one...two...three long moments before the egg jostles in his hands.

"O-oh my god," He chokes out, smiling wide. "You're getting strong in there, huh, buddy?"

You laugh. "It's gonna be a strong little one, that's for sure!"

Arven holds the egg tightly from there for the rest of the trip back.

You let Mabosstiff and Dachsbun out of their balls once you're inside the lighthouse. Mabosstiff immediately runs over to an old pokemon bed and starts boofing.

Dachsbun follows over and steps into the bed, circling it several times before making a little donut shape and barking.

Arven places the egg with her, and she curls up around it, then Mabosstiff curls up around her.

"Aww..." You kinda wanna cry at the sight of it. "Do you have any blankets for them?" You ask, leaning against Arven. Without thinking, he leans back into you just a bit.

"I'll see what I can find."

Arven leaves for just a moment, and you squat down to pat the dogs' heads. "You guys are gonna do such a good job, huh? You're gonna be a mommy and daddy!"

You continue spouting sweet nothings at them, and Arven just watches from the doorway, smiling at the scene for a minute before he kneels next to you, offering some little blankets and towels to the pair.

"You guys wanna build a nest?"

Mabosstiff boofs and takes the blankets in his mouth then slowly moves to start nuzzling blankets around Dachsbun and the egg.

You and Arven stand.

"Guess we'll just...leave them to it..?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess so. I can make us some food in the mean time?" Arven tells you.

"Sounds good! Hehe, you'll be a great grandtrainer, ya know?" You tell him with a cheeky grin and a friendly pat on his upper arm.

Arven blushes. "Uh...yeah. Y-you too..."

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #trainer arven #arven pokemon #rival arven #arven

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finniestoncrane · 11 months

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Hihihi I adore your writing - can I request the riddlers reacting to a fem reader that likes to sit/lay on the floor? Like avoids chairs at all cost and will move anything to the floor at the first given opportunity. If asked why she just says something like “I dunno, I like it more down here.”

Thank you :)

Floor Loving Reader

Riddler Headcanons oh you mean write some head canons about me lmao? like write about me and my floor loving ass? floor supremacy for real (also guess who has feelings about sitting on the floor near arkham!eddie) 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff and some suggestive stuff, at one point it took a sharp turn into petplay... sorry lmao i don't know what came over me (horny)

dano

he agrees. this is the way to sit. floors were made to be sat on

he's been in various living situations that didn't have anything for him but a cushion and a blanket and a microwave

so he's used to making do, but you make it somehow... fun?

when you say "let's sit criss cross applesauce" or suggest a boardgame and spread yourself and the pieces all around

you make yourself comfortable wherever, and you make him feel comfortable just by being around

young justice

it's a little bit of an ego boost to have you beneath him, and not one that he's comfortable with

he's already hyper aware of the fact that he's tall and gangly

so he's forever bringing himself down to your level

and if that means he's on his lil tummy with his head in his hands, kicking his feet as he stares at you

then that's perfectly fine by him

gotham

he'd definitely join you! and then it's stim time baby

because now he's learned the joys of sitting on the floor and fiddling with various toys or tools

well he's just never going back to sitting at a desk again

look how much space there is for sorting and organising!

truly you are the real genius, since this was your idea!

btas

his only request is that you sit close enough to him that he can reach you still

he likes stroking your hair, or holding you close to lean against his legs

it's soothing, a nice reminder that you're right there beside him

and also acts as a nice stim, or like a stress release, when he's working on something intricate or that requires a lot of concentration

you're like his little good luck charm down there

telltale

you're gonna sit on the floor like a pet then you'll get treated like one

here's a little bowl with some water

and if you're very good he'll toss a snack your way

provided you behave very well and only bark when he commands you to

and if you sit by his leg, he'll scratch your head all nice too

zero year

if you're laying on your stomach then he gets to look at your butt

if you're laying on your back then he gets to take in your front

if you're sitting on the floor then you're the perfect height for...

y'know... *wink wink nudge nudge pointing at his dick*

"aw no don't get up, i was kidding! or i wasn't... if you're into it!"

arkham

every hour or so he shits himself because he's forgotten you're down there ("AH!! SWEET CH- wait i thought you were a rat.")

exactly the kind of person to step on you, yell at you for being in the way, and then kiss your lil owie better

he wouldn't admit it, but he finds it incredibly pleasant to have you just there near him

like paralell play or something, listening to you talking or singing or just watching you read/doodle

but he will kick you to get your attention, and so you don't get too comfortable around him

#finnie writes #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #batman unburied riddler #bu riddler #telltale riddler #twojar riddler #riddler #the riddler #btaa riddler #btas riddler

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simp999 · 2 months

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A New Home Ch. 30

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.3k

Back to the Start! Previous Next

"And Y'know what they've got? TWO BROTHERS THAT CAN EAT SH-"

Tasha quickly covers Leo's mouth with a shake of her head.

"He is right."

Tasha. Well- she wasn't one to joke around, but she was saying what was also on Milo's mind. And now yours. Yeah, it's still worth a shot, isn't it?

Along with Leo's muffled shouts came a reassuring smile from Milo, carefully offering his hand to you to get you out of your dark room. You needed to start preparing, right? One thing that was reassuring was knowing you wouldn't have to face any salty comebacks, and you already knew your opponents would be good sports whether it be a win or a loss. Milo reluctantly let go of your hand after guiding you to the washroom thanks to Tasha's instruction to give your face a quick wash. You gently slapped your face and stretched it while you looked in the mirror, still being slightly unused to the face staring back at you. You swear you notice new things every time, mostly tiny scars. You run a hand over your tentacles and to the nape of your neck, gently rubbing it to soothe yourself.

You lean on the counter as you get a little closer, messing with your facial expression. That face is about to be on TV. And that face? Is about to beat Goggles.

...You hoped.

You slowly make your way over to the living room, face less red and puffy. Your family are all resting in the living room waiting for instructions. Leo's on the couch, playing on his phone. His phone screen is a bit too close to his face, and Milo is berating him for it. Tasha's sitting on the single chair, cleaning her weapon. Hm, she does that a lot. Milo almost seems like an exasperated mother or older sister, and it makes you stifle a giggle.

"What now, Boss?"

Well, as much as you'd love to be nice and treat them to the mall or something- that can wait till after the battle. You wouldn't want your team's legs going tired before the battles and come on, treats come after. Here, let's see... What should be done? Stretching, something to improve your moods, double check your timings, clean your weapons, maybe train for a short while. Well- stretching wasn't as important as a squid- no bones and all - but it was still useful to warm up your muscles right before your match.

"How is everybody for food?"

You all ate a few hours ago, but everyone was different. Milo of course always kept snacks on his person for anyone who needed them, but mainly for Leo. Tasha eats pretty light in general and isn't a fan of eating in public, Milo often eats three big meals per day, and Leo has smaller meals but much, much more frequently. It seems you didn't have to worry about food just yet, so you figured training first with frequent breaks whenever needed, food, taking care of your weapons, calming down for the night with some entertainment, maybe a game or if everyone wanted to do their own thing, you could catch up on your latest manga.

And so, the four of you made your way over to Sheldon's practice area by train. You honestly didn't have much of a plan, expecting it to be just the usual target practice- which sounded kinda lame now that you thought of it.

It took a bit to get there, Milo being too kind and letting people on the train before him.

Once you had finally arrived, you groaned as you noticed some purple ink all around the far room. That's alright you suppose, you'll just have even less space to practice is all. You began barking out training ideas when you noticed somebody coming up from behind you. They didn't seem like a threat- judging by your family's expressions, it was somebody familiar. So you teasingly aimed/swung your weapon right before hitting them. You were aiming for head height,but it matched at their chest level, them gazing down curiously, and you slowly tilting your head up; forgetting how stupidly tall he was.

"Oh, Skull,"

Whoops, that was dry. He didn't seem to notice as he began to ask you only extremely direct questions, starting with if you were about to start training.

Soon enough, the other S4 members came and found their leader, slightly irritated that he managed to wander off, but gaining a bit of excitement - or, well, seeming less down(?) depending on the squid. Aloha was quick to make his way over to Leo and start chatting. Army thought for a moment as he watched the interaction, shaking his head lightly. He repeated Skull's earlier question in his own manner, slightly tilting his head in thought.

"Well, if it's training you'd like- then I have a proposal. I heard that-"

"-OH YEAH!, The stage you're battling on tomorrow is open right now! We checked it earlier for ya!"

Aloha swiftly cut him off, accidentally tugging Leo with him.

Mask shakes his head, you're honestly surprised to see that he was actually paying attention, gasmask in his phone.

Army rolled his eyes and continued;

"Yes, it is free tonight."

You caught the way he glanced at Aloha, and how Skull tilted his head, appearing confused but not saying anything of it. Analyzing people came natural as an S+ Ranker, and you could tell they were hiding something. Surely it couldn't be bad as they were willing to help you- and you'd hoped it was due to the fact that you've helped them before. Or maybe this is payback for those gruesome hours of trailing? Who knows.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Before you knew it, you were at the super jump area in Deca tower. A worker there offered your group a raised eyebrow before shrugging.

"Was wonderin' why ya booked a timin' so late on this stage, S4's Army. Either way, have fun, gang!"

His face flushed with orange as he stepped on the super jumper and swiftly went before you could object.

He paid for this training time?? How did he know? You swiftly turned to the S4 members with your mouth agape, but before you could even try to offer anything, Mask quickly shut you down.

"We're the S-fooour,-"

He dragged out his words, hesitating on the next,

"We woooon't take your cash."

And so began a short night of fun battles. You made sure to clarify you wouldn't be long- and Army had already assumed so, not wanting to tire out your team. 'Smart move', he called it.

You couldn't help but continue to wonder how different they were in battle compared to the blue team.

You sent ink flying as you thought,

'Aloha's probably the most like their team in general with their shenanigans- but I remember Rider saying that they were underestimated, especially due to improving so quickly by facing so many S+ rankers and winning. But are we stronger than the purple team? Likely. Maybe we do stand a chance?'

Battles went on until Leo complained, to which you took your first break 10 minutes in. You only battled for 40 minutes including breaks- you really hadn't intended on battling long. For the remaining 20 mins of time the S4 decided to do some 2v2s, which was mostly just to make you feel less guilty. You thanked them, already trying to come up with ways to repay them. But Mask caught you once again.

"Repay us by winiiiing, we don't want or need anything in retuuurn besides thaaat."

You sarcastically rolled your eyes, and bid your goodbyes.

The family decided on playing a few card games after dinner to wind down after cleaning your weapons, followed by being up to your own devices afterward.

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Wc: 1.3k

Feb.18.24

#x reader #fanfic #splatoon manga #splatoon #splatoon manga x reader #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #coroika #splatoon manga mask #splatoon manga skull #splatoon manga army #splatoon manga aloha #s4 army #s4 mask #s4 skull #s4 aloha #coroika s4 #splatoon x reader

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lasquadrasfuckhouse · 11 months

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i LOOOVE the concept of la squadra hanging out with trish, whether they got to her before bucci gang or not, i think they help protect her from the boss and plot to take him down together so everyone wins and she gets lots of dads/uncles/big brothers like she deserves

so here's how trish spends time with la squadra!!!

risotto honestly feels awkward cause he doesn't know the first thing about teenage girls, but he's pretty good at maintaining his demeanor so trish can't tell at first. she's figures it out tho and she thinks it's kind of funny. he's always honest with her about shit which she appreciates. he acknowledges the loss of her mother and offers his understanding; he doesn't tell her all about his cousin, at least not right away, but he gets across that he's dealt with grief at her age too and it honestly helps her a lot that there's someone who gets what she's going through. she comes to trust him a lot and it tickles his heart!!!!! he may not know what he's doing but he knows thats HIS daughter now thank u

prosciutto is always barking at everyone to behave because he will not tolerate their usual rowdiness and dumbassery with trish around. he's stern but doesn't act like he can boss her around, polite and gives her space. his nurturing instincts kick in so she finds that he's often the one checking in on her and encouraging her to eat. have u brushed ur teeth? u hydrated? he might fuss more if he thought it might help her but her distant attitude gives him the sense that a hands-off approach might be better. she appreciates the care while acknowledging her independence.

pesci is just nervous cause he's a nervous guy but trish is also intimidating in her own way. he has no idea what to do cause not only does he also not know shit about teenage girls, but he's always been the youngest so he's fumbling with not being in that position anymore. is always offering things like '.... you want my snack?' he's trying. she thinks he's kind of a dork. he has his own daddy issues tho so trish is surprised when pesci becomes very defensive and protective in his own right cause he understands the feeling of being unwanted and it sucks. he doesn't want her to feel that way. she warms up to him a lot more then.

formaggio often just makes her scoff or roll her eyes or look in that way that u kno she's judging u cause he's a rowdy man. he takes it in stride tho and laughs it off which improves her opinion. because she's pretty closed off at first he might try to find ways to make her laugh, especially cause she's going through some shit y'know. he considers it a victory when she cracks a smile. she warms up to his dumbassery and laughs more often. she's pleasantly surprised when he takes her seriously cause he knows what it's like to be underestimated. he picks up on her speech patterns and will often also tell everyone 'get it girl'

illuso and trish are honestly like two peas in a pod. they immediately click because they have the same attitude, and similar tastes to boot (her, illuso, and melone end up bonding over music). she likes that illuso won't be overbearing and he's a bitch on her level. they bond over vogue and he promises to do her nails when they're out of this mess. if one of the other squadmates teases them about it he'll immediately be like ARE YOU INVALIDATING OUR GIRL'S INTERESTS. DO U THINK U CAN DISRESPECT HER HUH. he fondly calls her girlie, she calls him lulu. the squad starts referring to them as long lost siblings cause they have the same expressions.

melone is polite, patient, and shows his concern in subtle ways so as not to overwhelm her. trish likes being around him cause he levels with her and he's pretty chill, which is a conscious effort on his part to offer her normalcy and security; he knows shit abt developmental psychology and a chaotic environment in the wake of losing a parent is just awful for a kid. he checks in on her feelings and allows her to talk about whatever she wants at her own pace, and she needs time, but she might eventually open up about stuff like her grief, and the feelings of helplessness and guilt that others are getting hurt protecting her. when spice girl manifests, melone is the first to catch on that she represents trish's adaptability and confidence in taking charge of her fate, and he tells her he's very proud of her, which makes her smile!!!!

ghiaccio is, you guessed it! awkward cause he doesn't know a thing about teenage girls. but the difference with him is he's brash and gets frustrated by his awkwardness; trish just kind of tunes him out as another clown in the circus she got stuck with. they kind of just avoid each other at first. the first attempt at an icebreaker (lol) is ghiaccio offering her like a pastry or smth and being like 'sorry your dad is trying to kill you.' '...... thanks?' this man does not know how to be normal. eventually they bond over their shared love of cats and purim. she thinks it's funny when he yells at people on her behalf.

sorbet and gelato being middle aged gay men already act sort of dadly to the younger gays of the squad so they are THRILLED to dote on this little lesbian, they LOVE this girl and she is insta-adopted, and trish actually does not mind at all because she simultaneously thinks they're cool, fun, affectionate, hilarious to see in action, and occasionally endearingly cringe. they constantly applaud trish's sass and audacity. sorbet is really fucking funny in a deadpan way and it gets her smiling even at first when she's more closed off, and she finds gelato's antics entertaining. they're both extremely impressed with how confidently she pulls a switchblade and will offer to help her hone her knife skills; she becomes absolutely lethal under their care. but their outpouring of love also encourages her softer and more caring side, which neither want her to lose. they're very proud of her for still being sweet even when she has every right to be jaded.

#HELLO!!!!!#parental death -/#grief -/#long post -/#trish una #la squadra #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #illuso #melone #ghiaccio #gelato #sorbet #vento aureo

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doodle17 · 4 months

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PAYING RENT SOOOOO

What does T.J's mental world look like? Also her clairvoyance of Raz? RAMBLE AWAY BROSKIII

Sorry for taking so long AAAAAAAA

I was just busy thinking about this for a bit! I'm just going to get right into it,

So, the basic idea I have so far is that the layout and level will be based on a cabin. The cabin is inhabitated by a two headed dog thing, called the hound. The hound patrols around the cabin, kind of similar to an El Odio type of deal, only he's slower. Just don't get caught- also Raz gets shrinked down to the size of a penny (okay exaggeration, but still he's tiny)

HOWEVER she does fall asleep after a certain amount of tasks are completed. She'll curl up on big a pile of emotional baggage, and you can sneak by and enter new areas, get some T.J lore drops, and then the final level which is the outdoors. A lot of it is kind of a stealth level, because even though they tend to be widely hated, I actually really like stealth missions in games!

Anyways, the outdoor area is where the final boss occurs! The Hound wakes up and has been hunting Raz the whole time he's been in the outdoor level, and before he can enter the cabin, she blocks the entrance and the fight begins!

After she's almost defeated, she manages to pin Raz down with her massive paw, monologs on how she's her full size, and there's no way she can ever go back, how she's the lead emotions and she's in charge of all feeling. Then, a new entity called the Hunter pushes Hound off of Raz, and lifts up her Axe, slicing them down the middle. The hound, is now split up into to little puppies. Hunter grabs them by the scruffs of their necks and sighs, shaking her head. The aggressive one is barking and nipping, while the sad on cries and howls.

Hunter is basically T.J in lumberjack attire LMAO. Anyways, Raz is his normal size again, and the two of them are back in the cabin. The puppies are both sleeping soundly by Hunters feet. Raz asks what she plans to do with them, to which she says: "I'll probably try my best to take better care of them, I suppose. I can't just get rid of em, y'know? They're still part of me, always have been. I'll just have to start over, that's all... That way I can control them better to avoid another mess like this."

SO the metaphor I'm trying to use here is, y'know how if people neglect and don't take care of their dogs, they get aggressive and harder to control? Well, that can be similar to emotions, so yeah :)

Its pretty basic, BUT it's similar to what I've got going on so mmmmyeah

As for her clairvoyance of Raz, I'm still thinking about it. I think she'll probably see herself as a kid, since they were both similar when she was that age.

#doodles rants #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts oc #moots and babble

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honeydewcorporation · 8 months

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Hey Boss, I finished writing up that incident report you wanted.

I've included a list of procedures you should follow in the future to avoid mass employee casualties in the future. You don't need to follow all of them, but following at least one of the procedures will greatly improve employee safety.

Give all employees at least a two hour notice of when you'll be spending quality time with your polycule so they can evacuate the building.

Deactivate voice recognition in the Control Room when spending quality time with your polycule.

Use safety words that cannot be mistaken for voice commands recognized by the building's Master Control System when spending quality time with your polycule.

Do not spend quality time with your polycule in the Control Room.

Also, please be aware this list was approved by the Henchman Union and they will take legal action if you do not comply going forward.

WHO LET THE HENCHMEN UNIONIZE??

Anyway, the Honeydew Corporation Corporate Headquarters of Corruption is LOADED with defense systems that should finish any henchman hurt in a workplace accident off so that they can't sue. Don't you worry there. (Plus, nothing boosts efficiency like working in a building with grenade launchers attached to the security cameras.)

As for your list, I can't fulfill that first request on account of the profit loss we'd face with nobody in the building. The second request is a little iffy, because quality time with the polycule often involves me being tied up. And at times like that it's only logical to keep the voice recognition on in case I need to bark any orders or demands.

That third one... well ok, listen, I get it, but that was one time. I made the threat level thing scale based off of color and when members of my polycule call my face red, the defense system thinks we're in a class 7 emergency and... y'know it just kills anything that moves, it's a whole ordeal. I'll switch it to something a little harder to accidentally set off.

And the last one? Wellll I mean... It's kinda like, y'know it's a nice safe space. The monsters can't get through the hardlight reinforced door in case they ever breach. I just feel safer in there than out on the factory floor. So I'll pass on that one.

Seriously can't believe they unionized, that sucks. Hope they don't think this means they're getting paid!

The Honeydew Corporation solemnly bids farewell to the six camera operators who tragically passed away during the production of this post.

#sapphic #lesbian #yuri #evil #corporate evil #corporate greed #monsters #defense system #polycule #poly #polyamory #list of demands #union #ask answered #relationship #quality time is just what it sounds like #honeydew corporation #the honeydew corporation #henchmen's rights

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upwards-descent · 5 months

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I started writing a self-insert OC Venture Bros fic but idk if I'll finish it, however what I've got is too good not to share (spoilers for season 6 & 7)

"This... Is our new target. Or, I guess more like this is Venture's newest Guild mandated arch."

Henchman 21 leaned over the dining room table, shuffling the stack of papers around so he could read them better.

"Doctor Bedlam?" 21 hissed through his teeth, a sympathetic twist in his furrowed brows. "He's like. Y'know."

"What? Like what?" The Monarch demanded. He had one fist propped up on his cocked hip, the other spread flat across the table. It was still a bit funny to see him in both his cowl and a silk robe. "You chickening out on me now, huh?"

"No, no, no, no," 21 shook his head emphatically. "I just think we should exercise some uh... Extra level of caution."

"Is there something I'm missing here?" The Monarch held up their target's picture. "Are you really that afraid of this fucking... Tony Stark/Slumdog Millionaire lookin' motherfucker?"

"The only reason why Doctor Bedlam isn't a 10 is he doesn't actively kill," 21 crossed his arms, one brow quirked. "Imagine a beast like Red Death but sub the bloodlust for, like, literal clinical psychopathy. You wanna act casual about that?"

"Really?" The Monarch looked at the picture again, pursing his lips in thought. "This guy? He looks like one of those cringey pick-up artists but he only goes after yacht club college girls."

Henchman 21 simply shrugged.

"I'm only speakin' the facts, boss. Don't underestimate this guy."

"Feh," The Monarch flapped his hand and let the sheet of paper flutter back down onto the table, already distracted by an exploration of the fridge. "Nothing the mighty Blue Morpho and his trusty Kano can't handle. We'll suit up after breakfast."

🦋🦋🦋

The Monarch-- or rather, Blue Morpho whistled in appreciation once he and 'Kano' were dropped off by taxi at their location.

"Damn, nice digs," The Monarch mumbled. "What floor is this guy on again?"

"Penthouse suite," Henchman 21 double-checked his notes before folding up the paper into a tiny square and tucking it in his pocket. "Top floor, baby. This guy's an arms dealer, he's like rich rich."

"Like Batman rich or like...?"

"I've heard rumors he's like Oprah rich."

"Daaamn."

Shockingly, the duo got into the building with no issue. Strange. The security seemed non-existent, the only visible employee being some older guy snoring at the front desk. They slipped into the elevator but when The Monarch reached for the penthouse button, 21 superceded him, obscuring it with a cupped palm.

"We'll take the floor below then climb the stairs to the roof," He encouraged, thumbing the 29th floor instead. "Who knows what kinda shit he's got waiting for us at the door."

"I still think you're overreacting," The Monarch rolled his eyes but didn't fight back, leaning against the wall as the elevator ascended. "Why the hell would the Guild assign such a supposed level 11 badass to a shmuck like Venture?"

"No clue," 21 frowned for a moment. "It's not like Dr. Venture goes out and does superhero work, he's kind of a shut-in."

"Yeah," The Monarch snickered. "He doesn't save cats in trees or kiss babies or whatever. Sometimes he's almost as much a villain as I am. Did you know he powered one of his inventions with a fucking dead orphan kid once?"

"Fucked up but also hardcore."

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Just across the hall was the emergency exit and, once again, the pair slipped out and up with no issues whatsoever. After a brief climb, they were on the roof and overlooking the rest of New York City from a bird's eye view.

"Alright, here's a vent we can enter through," 21 grunted with effort as one of his knives popped open the grate. "This should hopefully take us to the living room but we'll take it nice and slow."

"Move over," The Monarch barked, easily tucking both long legs into the vent, using a swift rush of momentum to zoom in like a slide. "And have more confidence in your leader!"

Crawling on hands and knees, they managed to move rather quietly, pausing over every subsequent grate to peek down and do some reconnaissance. There were exits into a master bathroom, the living room, the kitchen, and what looked like a study. It was too dark to tell but that seemed advantageous so 21 silently lifted the grate and the pair soundlessly hit the floor on two feet.

#venture bros #vbros #the venture brothers #the monarch #henchman 21 #vikram joshi #doctor bedlam #fanfic #writings #teehee #self-insert #my oc

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goldenlaquer · 1 year

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From the lovely @kuromitos who correctly answered Cringer: "＼(^-^)／ Hijikata and Teito falling for the same person headcanons please 🙏"

Gintama Headcanons:

Love. Well, damn, shit, fuck, Hijikata recognizes it like an old enemy that he thought he finished off several seasons ago, back again like hell hath no fury; Teito is, more or less, in an even more difficult position— he has no idea what he's even up against, staring at this new, unfamiliar budding feeling straight in the eye, and on the most instinctual level, he knows he doesn't deserve any part of it.

Neither of them wants it. Well, that not true is it? Every fucking lie is just a mirror hiding the plain truth. They can't want it. Hijikata can't go through it again, no fucking way, he knows how his stories end. Teito thinks he's something like damaged goods. How can you give someone a mistake and ask them to love it back? He can't.

It doesn't matter how you tilt your lovely upturned face at them, or how your smile warms their soul, or how your voice cradles their ears, or how endearing your quirks are, or how they think about you every last distracting minute of the day. They've already got it in their heads that they know how badly it'll end, that they know what's best for you.

But as much as they're fighting themselves over this, they recognize it the other like comrades. They see how the other looks at you, the longing so bald and miserably concealed.

And y'know what the most stupid thing about all of this? What they see in each other, what they know and discovered through the years of working together and having each other's back through thick and thin like blood brothers— what they can't see in themselves is precisely what the other knows would be right for you.

The loyalty and strength and kindness in Hijikata... the respect and responsibility and honesty in Teito... you deserve someone like him.

And so, Hijikata practically throws Teito on you. Patrols that coincide with your daily schedule. Missions that involve him escorting you to dangerous places like the grocery store or great heavens, your front door. Doesn't matter that barking those orders feels like gravel on open wound. Doesn't matter that seeing you together makes him smoke enough to kill a small country.

And Teito practically sings praises about Hijikata to you (praises that might or might not be a tad bit exaggerated). Encouraging you to take gifts to the surly vice-commander, rebuffing any doubts that the man would hate it, ah but how could he ever hate anything that comes from you? No, he would surely treasure it. Never mind that Teito feels more twisted than his beaming mouth suggests. Never mind that each time he's reminded of your presence of Hijikata's person, that it feels like he's slipping off.

Both men, these two stupid, overcomplicated men. Someone needs to shake some sense into their damn heads.

And poor you, who has to endure this strange and confusing episode of being passed back and forth like a ping pong ball, by these two men who won't, can't make their intentions clear.

It's the most frustrating thing, when the answer is so obvious.

#emotionally constipated every last one of em #sougo has popcorn and movie glasses on #gintama #gintama headcanons #hijikata toushirou headcanons #harada teito headcanons #gintama oc #my oc

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spicygambles · 4 months

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can't stop thinking abt ur doc and beef comparison... they really are like opposites. Also ik u said the herding dog x lamb x wolf was more for grumdoc dynamic but i think it could apply to the beef, doc, mumby one as well. Especially cause one would assume beef is the herding dog and doc the wolf - only to be quite caught of guard that theyre wrong when beef gets his hands on mumby ehehe.. :3

Okay... I'm ready

Anon, you know me, I like my cheerful bubbly men to have that certain pinch of danger, that touch of obsessive, I mean- how many is it now? With Scar and Impulse, Grian, to a certain degree and they're just the specifically cheerful ones (Xisuma doesn't count, not yet). But Beef? VintageBeef himself?

I do write him as someone with a lil something slithering beneath his handsome, beaming smile, but when you categorized it as hunger, anon I have to say, it all started to make sense.

It's easy, I think, to look at Beef at a distance, see his charming smile, the excitable way he talks, his bouncy bubbly personality and take that as face value. Just as easy to disregard the sharpness of his canines and that look in his eyes, everything he's buried under the heavy layers of restraint and self control.

He knows himself, knows what he's capable of and only a handful of people have scratched the surface of it. But he loves his friends y'know, from the past and all through the present and he knows himself, what he's capable of and he's spent so much time reigning himself in, moulding himself until the danger is all but gone and love's the only thing he's capable of offering.

That doesn't mean his teeth aren't sharp though.

So! The herding dog and the wolf are friends and they spent a good chunk of the past together and they know- eh I'd say most of each others capabilities. Where does our lovely lamb fit in?

Well, Mumbo has a certain... magnetism around him, even with how aloof he was in the beginning, how rare his interactions were (we've talked about this before and will do in the future), but its in both Beef and Doc's nature to be drawn to him.

It only really started during season 5, just... surface-level stuff, a budding curiosity. It felt like both of them were at the cusp of something significant. But there were many other distractions, a lot more games, and they both left early so it didn't really go anywhere in the end.

Season 6 came and Grian did his thing, now Mumbo was a little less avoidant and a little more present. Doc was there, his eyes now looking at Mumbo, rapidly growing fonder, but Beef wasn't and Doc had let his guard down.

Season 7 and Beef was back! Doc, caught in the joy of the reunion didn't even think to put his guard back up and honestly? He didn't really need to at this point. Beef had spent the season away further dulling his claws after all.

But again, that damn curiosity, not to mention the fact that Doc had already sated his.

During the welcome back party Doc had taken it upon himself to catch him up to things he missed, talking his ear off as he eagerly listened. But as the night wore on and their supply of alcohol dwindled, Doc's tongue got looser and looser and the man is talkative when he's drunk.

Who knows how their conversation steered towards Mumbo as they huddled closer and closer, Etho and Bdubs already conked out for the night, maybe Doc just recognized his past hunger brimming on the edges of Beef's cordial smile, but he spared no detail and that made that age old curiosity burn.

Beef would then find himself subconsciously stalking Mumbo, keeping his eyes pinned on him like he was prey. Time passed, the honeymoon happens and maybe this is why Beef was like that, so sure of himself, so... in the know. Maybe the honeymoon wasn't as spontaneous as it could've been even... who knows.

I just think it's funny that the wolf only got to the lamb because the herding dog barked when he wasn't supposed to.

#sgimgabs #sgimswrity #so like #this might be ''canon'' in our polyhermits au #it might just be for the mumdocbeef herdinglambwolf dynamic #i'm still thinking about it #also this is late as fuuuuuuck #me: damn why do i have so many drafts... AN UNANSWERED ASK????#is literally how it went #i love you anoooooon #you compliment my thoughts like butter on toast #<3

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blues-sues · 11 months

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First friend

(Ft. Rue and Banny)

The walls were stark white. Always were. Never changed, never shifted.

She would watch these walls for hours, waiting for something, anything to happen.

Sometimes things would. A grunt would come and get her for her routine check up but after she'd be quickly put back in her room. Rarely let out.

She was much too young to wander out alone. Not trusted enough.

Her eye was still recovering, the bandages bloody and itchy. So horribly itchy. She wanted to claw at it but she'd been yelled at too many times. She'd face punishment if she tried again.

She needed something to distract her. She didn't care if it was another fight. If she saw that Mightyena again, she'd-

Whirring. She stiffened as the door slid open behind her, clicking along its journey. She waited. She was told never to turn around until instructed. Last time she did, she saw a needle and had sent the man flying.

However, part of her knew this one wasn't a human. Something about the tiny steps it took told her such.

"S'alright. Ya c'n turn." Its voice sent a shiver down her spine. It was deeper than any she'd heard and had a faint echo to it- like it had a constant copycat attached.

However, she listened and looked over her shoulder to see it. However, nothing was there.

"Down 'ere."

Her head lowered until finally she spotted it. A small pokemon with black pigmentation and red eyes that look into hers curiously.

"N'mes Banny. Nice ta meetcha." It held out its hand, the middle of its arm sagging in the middle where its elbow would be.

"Uhm." She stared down at him. "Mewtwo." She replies, putting out her own and giving a shake.

"Ah. Righ'. Mewtwo." Banny's eyes narrow. "Ya gots quite th' reputation."

"Do I?" She questioned. Sincerely she's not quite sure why people would speak of her. She's not that interesting- besides being the last of her kind. At least that's what her guards told her.

"Duh. Ya th' newest memb'r. Everyone's dyin' to meet ya." The Pokemon shuffled and scrambles its way to sit beside her. "Looks like somebody 'ready did, tho."

She doesn't miss the way its eyes seem to look over her cuts and bruises from her battle. She couldn't. She's wired by now to notice every single movement near her.

"Was it th' brat? Big ol' stinky dog?"

She snorted. She couldn't believe she just snorted in front of a guest. However, Banny seemed unbothered. In fact, it grinned wider.

"I- well, I wouldn't say that." She covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. "But, yeah, he was… interesting."

"Ya c'n say 'e was a bitch, I won' tell." Banny offers, its tail beginning to wag. "'re both thinkin' it."

"Where did you even come from???" She stuttered out between her laughs, clutching her stomach.

"Oh, y'know."

"No, I don't!"

"Bit of 'ere, bit of there. 've come from everywhere." The Banette begins to sway its legs, eyes curving upwards into crescents as it eyes her. "Y're bett'r than anyone else 've met. All got sticks up 'eir asses."

"That's rude!" Still, she has to resist giggling. Something about this 'mon has her feel like she's being told marvelous jokes.

"N't wrong~" Banny sang out, before breaking into a fit of laughter of their own.

And it was pleasant to sit there, laughing with it, but she also knew it couldn't stay.

Nobody could.

Finally, once she's regained her breath, she opens her mouth to address it but suddenly the doors swing open again and in marches-

A Zoroark.

Oh, but she's seen this one before. It's hard to forget a Pokemon that's half-shiny.

"Captain!" She squeaks out, back straightening as they draw near. But, their attention isn't on her.

Whipping around, they grab the Banette by the tail. "Banny, you are not authorized to be here!" They barked, lifting it so its eyes were level with theirs.

Banny didn't look fazed. "H'h? Y'sure? Swore I w's."

"You are the bane of my existence, you rat! Leave Mewtwo alone, they have training in an hour!" Captain snaps, dropping Banny abruptly only to start dragging it out by the arm.

She watches, eyes wide in awe as Banny still has the confidence to raise its other arm and wave. "G'dbye! S'ya next Chr'stmas!"

She rose her own and bid her own farewell with a sway of her arm. However, it took her a moment to process that...

It wasn't Christmas.

She tried to keep it at bay but once the door slid shut, she burst into another round of giggles. What a silly Pokemon!

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Banny, on his way out, of course heard. Their smile stretches wide upon hearing the laughter.

"What's got her so jolly?" Captain grunts, narrowing their eyes to glare suspiciously at Banny. "Did you infect her with something?"

"Yeah. 's called joy. Not tha' ya guys would know 'bout it."

Captain merely rolls her eyes in response. "Banny, you know this is for her own good. If she were out there, she'd-"

"-be happy? Wit' 'er real fam'ly?" Banny interrupted swiftly. "Ya act like 're savin' h'r but y'know we ain't."

"It'd do you good to keep your mouth shut." Was the Zoroark's snarled response. "That zipper ain't working."

"S'rry, it only lets me talk if 's th' truth."

The Banette was then promptly tossed into their own room and they shrug as they watch the door slowly start to slide shut, Captain's fierce glare locked on him.

Well, guess not leaving the room this week either.

#pokemon #mewtwo #mewtwo oc #banette #banette oc #zoroark #zoroark oc #writing

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getallemeralds · 10 months

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The tonal shift that happens after Vision 3-2 is very good. Like, right in the ending cutscene of the level, Joka—who had shown himself to be more bark than bite up to that point—does something unexpected and listens in on an important conversation before threatening Klonoa's grandpa. And then, in Vision 4-1 we have to rush through a ruined castle that doubles as an abandoned warzone and a graveyard. And furthermore after that, in Vision 4-2... oh, you know. :)

It's soooo gooooooooood!

IT'S SO GOOD going through the wind ruins is an unexpected atmosphere that goes from a lighthearted adventure to building up the dread of "what's gonna be on the other end of this" only for. Y'know. and that's the huge turning point of leaving behind the carefree romp and instead feeling like you're in a race against time, especially with 5-2's eclipse and the bossfight and !! AAAA KLNOAAAAA

#leo chirps #leos reply #transmorolians #leo.txt #klonoa #klonoa spoilers

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Your latest one with the actor au gave me an idea!

On set there is suddenly a loud and very heated discussion between Gil and the director. Gil refuses to do a very heavy and dangerous stunt because he has done it only once and the result back then was a broken back (you can choose a different heavy injury if you want). He doesn’t want to do this or have it done by any other person because of the risks and danger. He tries to explain it politely but The director is stubborn, he wants this stunt in his movie and loosing his patience just yells at him very loudly that he is fired. Everyone on set is stunned and there is this heavy silence when Gil accepts it and walks away.

Everybody on set except the director knows what’s coming next when they see Thena

Let’s see what you will do because the drama will be real here 😁love your work!!❤️

"I said no!"

Thena's - and plenty of others' - head shot up as the small disagreement escalated into a full shouting match. She knew that they were discussing the upcoming stunts--one in particular that was more risky than the others.

"I don't remember giving you that choice!"

Thena set down her script and stood from her chair, walking slowly and steadily towards the commotion. She looked like a lioness, prowling closer and closer to her unsuspecting prey.

"The stunt is too risky," Gil continued to argue, waving his hand in the direction of the rig needed to even attempt it. "I've seen people completely paralysed by this. I've broken my back from it before myself! It's not worth it!"

"How long ago was that?!--a fuckin' decade?" The director freely scoffed at Gil, script in hand, all but laughing off his concerns. "Nothing will go wrong! And that's what doubles and insurance are for, aren't they?!"

"No," Gil continued, though, not to be swayed from it. "I'm not doing the stunt, and I won't let anyone from union do it for me either. The risk is too big. There are other stunts--other ways we can film it!"

"How 'bout you stop being a fuckin' pussy and do you fuckin' job!"

Gil, usually so soft spoken and sweet natured, didn't back down. He slapped away the director's hand pointing in his face and stood up straighter. His chest was fuller, shoulders wider, arms thicker; he couldn't be physically intimidated. "The answer is no."

"Then you're fired!"

Silence burst up into the ceiling and descended over the studio. Heads turned to look around, seeing what the general consensus was. Not that anyone could argue with the director without fear for their own job security.

Gil looked the director up and down, but seeing that he was facing down enough volatility already, he nodded, stepping back and holding up his hands. "Y'know what?--fine."

"No."

Gil blinked as Thena walked onto the soundstage and past him, her hair flowing behind her from her stride. He tried to reach out to catch her shoulder, "Thena, it's-"

"How dare you," she glared, setting her eyes on the director, who at least had the survival instinct to take a step back at her approach. He was quick to pull on his pride, again, but Thena held her ground. "How fucking dare you."

"Thena, this is between me and the big guy, so why don't you-"

"Don't bark orders at me!" she snapped. "Gilgamesh just told you that the stunt is too dangerous for anyone to be attempting, and your response is to say fuck it?"

"Look, Thena-"

"I am speaking!" she snarled at him, letting her voice reach a level she only really used when filming. But she was way too angry to stop now. "You do not ever speak to him like that! You owe half this film entirely to Gil's guidance and expertise and you know it! And your thanks is to try and deliberately endanger him?!"

The director barely got his mouth open.

"Don't!" Thena barked at him again, taking a few steps even further and backing him away from her. She lowered her voice, but let her anger double, "you let him walk away from this I go with him. And you will never see me again so long as you work in this industry."

"Thena," Gil attempted yet again to pull her back. They were the talent, yes, with a certain amount of leeway--rules bending for them this way and that. But their director wasn't exactly a small name in the industry either, and he could only imagine the impact on her career this kind of dispute could have.

"Never again." She meant it. And she had worked enough--technically speaking, she could probably retire if she wanted. Move her and Sprite out of their massive hollywood house and into a nice little place just the two of them.

The director stared at her, trying to discern how much of it was just big talk and how much of it she meant. He saw no wavering, though. He crossed his arms with a huff. "Fine."

"Louder."

"Thena, it's okay," Gil finally came up behind her, trailing his hand ever so lightly down her arm. She had saved their jobs, but if she endeavoured to further humiliate the guy Gil could see them getting both getting blacklisted as difficult to work with. "Look, we'll talk about it more, okay? But let's just...call it. Just for now."

The director, who certainly was not going to back down with the entire crew now watching the interaction, huffed. Although he at least had the sense to keep quiet.

Thena took one more look at the director she now officially had a record low opinion of before letting Gil pull her away. "Fine."

Gil was gentle about it, but wasted no time in getting Thena out of the director's face before she could say something that would get everyone in the room thrown off the lot. He didn't risk even looking back until he had pulled her into their dark little corner with their chairs set up next to each other.

"The nerve of him," she growled to herself as they finally came to a stop. She was still glaring back at the set, where the director was saying to take down the stunt rigging as if nothing at all had happened.

"I know, I know," Gil placated as he attempted to pull her to sit in her chair. She threw herself into it, scraping the folding legs of it on the concrete floor below them.

"Directors," she rolled her eyes at the very title, "half of them aren't even worth the title. And every time I work with him, he's always acting like directing action is some revolutionary thing. And you've done half of his work for him in this! And-"

"Thena," Gil cut her off, waiting until she was looking at him to smile, taking her hand in his. "Thanks for coming to my rescue."

Thena tightened her hand against his, her smile genuine but her brows still knitted together. "Of course, Gil, I...I couldn't do any of this without you."

"Hey, yes you could," he said gently, nudging her in an attempt to pull her out of her contentious mood.

She sighed, letting at least some of her tension leak out of her. "Perhaps--but I wouldn't want to, is the point."

Gil looked down at their hands, sitting on the armrests of their chairs, pushed together completely. He leaned his head down, "I probably wouldn't have let him fire me. But I wasn't about to argue with him over it right here and now."

Thena puffed through her nose, her head also hovering close to his, "well, I was quite happy to. And I wouldn't have let him fire you even if I hadn't been here when it was happening."

Gil grinned (almost flirtatiously). "Ooh, I have the Goddess of War protecting me."

"Well," she pursed her lips (almost flirting back). "Even big, strong action heroes need protecting sometimes."

Gil chuckled, tapping the tip of his nose against the tip of hers, "I'm a lucky guy, I guess."

#Thenamesh Actors AU #they're canoodling your honour!#they're acting all flirty and close right in front of my salad!#but also like #as if Thena would let them fire him #actors don't always have this kind of pull #but not only are they both the leads in this #but she's decided she can finally throw her weight around #if it's for this--for Gil #she practically doesn't sign on to projects if they're not doing them together anymore #not to be transparent or anything #and yeah the crew could have seen this coming #because no one gets on their bad side without the other coming to their defense #Thena and Gil sitting over her with their little butterfly kisses and hand holding #sooooooooo platonically

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