#Zinnia: ''u what''
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PKMN — Consolation
Notes: JN117 made me sad, especially since no one comforted Iris when she started crying. In my sadness I was struck with this idea, and so I decided to write a little tag for the episode to make myself feel better. This was written with the idea in mind that the battles don't actually happen one right after the other, but that instead there is time between the matches to reset the arena / give the next opponents time to prepare / etc.
Summary: After her loss to Cynthia in the Masters 8, Iris receives a gift from one of the last people she would have expected. [Gen, Friendship]
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The grass beneath Iris’ knees was as warm as the sun that filtered through the leaves above her head, but as she scrunched the blades of grass between her fingers to feel the dirt under her fingernails, it still wasn’t enough to stop her choking—from tears or the stench of car exhaust in the air, she wasn’t sure.
Wyndon had many little parks like this throughout the city—little patches of greenery interspersed between the paved streets and aging concrete buildings. When she’d first arrived, Iris had thought it nice that they hadn’t completely walled their city off from nature, that they’d allowed some trees to grow and grass to flourish. But now, fresh from her televised first-round defeat, it didn’t feel like enough. She hated the city. She wanted to run, to sprint into Galar’s wild area and not look back. She wanted to climb into the clustered boughs above her, but her Champion dress made it impossible. She swallowed hard against another sob and pressed herself closer to the tree trunk beside her. Ash’s battle was going to start soon. She needed to go cheer for him, just like he’d cheered for her. But going back to the green room would mean seeing everyone again—would mean seeing Diantha and Cynthia, and for them to see her like this, fresh from a loss and eyes red-rimmed because she couldn’t stop herself crying—
Iris sucked in another shaking breath, and pressed her sleeves into her eyes.
No, she couldn’t face them like this. She couldn’t. But she had to. She was Unova’s Champion, and Champions didn’t fall to pieces just because they lost a match. She was Unova’s Champion, and Ash’s friend, and so she had to go back to watch the next match and cheer for him and put her best foot forward—
“Excuse me—can I sit here?”
Iris jumped, the fabric of her dress catching on the rough bark of the tree and her feet tangling in her skirts as she scrambled around to locate the source of the voice. Standing a foot from her and looking down at her with an inscrutable expression and a cylindrical object cradled in his arms was Leon’s opponent from the first round of the tournament—Alan, from the Kalos region. “How—why—what are you doing here?”
Instead of answering her question (though Iris supposed she hadn’t answered his), Alan took a seat opposite her, sitting criss-cross-applesauce with the cylinder held in his lap. He was quiet for a moment, looking down at whatever it was he was holding, before he lifted his eyes to meet hers. “Your battle was incredible. The bond you have with Haxorus is amazing.”
So that was it. He felt bad for her. He wanted to make her feel better. She didn’t know why—they had barely said two words directly to each other in the green room—but Champions didn’t spurn praise even when it came with a reminder of their dreams being crushed on international television. She pressed her lips together so he wouldn’t see them tremble, blinked to stop her tears from falling, and forced a smile. “Thank you. Your battle with Leon was great, too.”
Something of a smile flickered across his face, and he laughed softly. “It didn’t go the way we wanted it to, but that’s all right. It gives Lizardon and I something to work toward. We’ll make it back here someday.”
It was the same kind of PR-speak that Drayden had taught her when she won her title from Alder. Be gracious, be humble, remember that you carry the pride of the region on your shoulders. But Alan wasn’t Kalos’ regional Champion—Diantha was—and they were sitting alone, besides. He didn’t have a reason to put a front up for her . . . so maybe he was just like that.
“But the reason I came out here,” Alan continued after a beat, “is because I wanted to give this to you.”
“What is . . .” Iris’ voice caught in her throat as Alan set the cylinder between them on the grass, her eyes widened as the sunlight finally hit the glass just right. “Is that a pokémon egg?”
It was, and she didn’t need Alan’s nod to confirm it. She hadn’t paid it enough mind before, given that Alan had just about startled her out of her own skin when he approached her, and so her attention was caught between trying to stop her crying and figuring out just what he was doing out there. But now that the cylinder was sat between them, she saw it for what it really was: an incubator, with a pokémon egg nestled inside. The egg was light blue in color with grey and yellow spots, and sat on a dark blue cushion.
“I had Professor Sycamore send it to me after your match,” Alan said. “A friend of mine gave it to me just before the tournament to help my research. But I think you should be the one to hatch and train it.”
Iris blinked, and tore her eyes away from the egg to look back at Alan. “What? But—why? If your friend gave it to you—and you don’t even know me.”
Once again, Alan’s lips quirked upward in a little smile. “Not personally, no. But I saw your battle, and the bond you have with your pokémon. You have a real connection with them. You battled with them, so I know you would raise and train this one with the care it needs. And I’m also sure that . . .” Alan fished something from the travel bag slung around his waist. “. . . you will be able to use these.”
“What—” Once again, Iris’ jaw fell slack as she beheld the two shining stones in Alan’s open palm, one sparkling with rainbow hues and the other white with a red and blue double helix in the middle. “A Key Stone?”
“And Salamencite.”
“So then—this egg is—”
“A bagon, from the Draconid clan in Hoenn.”
Iris felt as if someone had used Twister on her brain. She shook her head to clear it, and once more looked up to meet Alan’s eyes, scrunching her dress in her fists.
“But why?” she asked again, and as he opened his mouth quickly said, “I—It’s not that I’m not thankful for the offer, but I don’t understand—we don’t even know each other, and this is all so . . . it’s so much.”
Alan lowered his hands back to his lap, and rolled the stones between his fingers. He studied them for a moment, quiet, before he finally gave his answer.
“I’ve been studying mega evolution for years now, both in theory and in practice. There is still so much about it that we don’t understand—so much that has been lost to time, but so much to still discover, too. But one thing I’ve learned, that many still don’t understand, is that mega evolution is not about power. It is powerful, yes—but it’s only as strong as the bond between the trainer and their partner pokémon. The stones facilitate the transformation, but they don’t cause it, not really. The trust and belief in each other that the human and pokémon share—when their hearts and souls are one, that’s when true evolution becomes possible. That’s when they are able to surpass their limits. It’s not about power. It never has been. It’s about trust, and love.” Alan looked up, and met her gaze. “And that’s what I saw between you and your pokémon today.”
Iris was sure that the city of Wyndon was still noisy. She was sure that there were still car engines roaring and horns honking, and music blaring from the speakers to keep the audience in the stadium entertained before the next battle started. But for a brief moment, she couldn’t hear any of it. All she could hear was the wind breathing through the leaves above their heads, and her own heart thrumming in her chest.
“So,” Alan said, and he once again extended his hand toward her, Key Stone and Salamencite glittering in his palm, “will you accept the Key Stone and Salamencite?”
Iris reached out, her fingers brushing against the stones in his open palm, but stopped herself just short of taking them. “You’re sure? You’re really sure?”
Alan nodded. “Positive.”
A smile, unbidden and free for the first time since she had left the arena, broke across Iris’ face, and when she nodded, Alan met her grin with one of his own. She cupped her hands and he tipped the jewels into them; they felt as smooth and cool as stones from a riverbed.
“Thank you,” Iris said, and she slipped the stones into a hidden pocket on her dress. “I’ll treasure them, I promise.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Alan said. “But, if it’s not too much to ask . . .”
Iris raised her eyebrows. “What is it?”
Alan nodded toward the bagon egg. “When this little one is all grown up, and you’ve mastered mega evolution . . . would you have a battle with me?”
Iris beamed, and pulled the egg’s incubator onto her lap. “Of course! Definitely! I can’t wait!”
Alan grinned. “Neither can I.”
#pokemon#pokeani#champion iris#champion alan#trainer alain#fic fix#if the pokeani won't let my favorite M8 trainers interact despite them being in the same room then I will do it my own self#even tho I have not written anything in actual ages#and have not written anime!Iris ever in my life aside from one little chat meme thing#and even writing for Alan felt hard? agh#please be gentle this took over 2 hours despite being so short#i did my best tho & that's what matters most#anyway#Zinnia: ''hey has that bagon egg hatched yet? how's it doing?''#Alan: ''oh I gave that to Champion Iris of Unova''#Zinnia: ''u what''#also that's my hc for why Alan is using keigo w/ Steven now . . . the Delta Ep AU i came up with happened btwn#XYZ & JN . . . & so Alan is using keigo w/ Steven bc he's still upset abt the infinity energy & is like#being formal w/ him bc from his end They Are Not Friends Right Now#not in like a ''omg i hate u'' way but in a ''i can't deal w/ this right now so I'm going to treat u like i would a stranger'' way#meanwhile Steven doesn't want that to be the case so he's like . . . Extra Pretending Nothing Has Changed & like . . . making a Point#to talk to Alan / bring up things he KNOWS Alan will respond to . . . but inside he hates this situation#anyway none of that's canon but that's how I'm headcanoning the situation rn lol#(Zinnia wouldn't be mad btw just bewildered. like ''I thought you wanted to raise a Salamence for your research'')#(''I'm not giving you another one")#(that's a lie she would if he asked lol)#anyway here's this#anipoke spoilers#pokeani spoilers
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i love love love looking at steven's sherlock skin and thinking how should jaide match his outfit... should she be wattson or moriarty... she can play both if im being honest.....
#i either snatch shauna or zinnia's sherlock inspired skin but i still cant decide. i even had to ask someone to pick one#what do u think suits her most...#CANT DECIDE DSFBFBDSDA#as i said#thats on my draawing list#also im aggresively staring at steven's anniversary outfit (the black suit one)
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@heamvir
It wouldn't be a party in Gluttony if there weren't an absolutely lavish buffet, and Alastor is wholly taking advantage of the spread.
He's currently hanging out at one of the many tables, picking up one thing after another. From a distance, it probably looks like he's feeling up the selection of hors d'oeuvres with his bare hands, like a shopper picking up every tomato in the grocery store to feel it for ripeness; in truth, he's using the mouths on his palms to eat them directly. With his primary mouth covered by a mask and all his other mouths positioned so oddly, it's actually easier and tidier to eat with his hands than it would be to load up a plate and try to stick a fork under his cape.
He's been here a while. He's going to be here a while. There are a lot of things to try.
#((left it open ended rather than launching the interaction))#((if zinnia doesn't immediately have an excuse to talk to him then u can just describe what it's doing—))#((—and I'll make an excuse for alastor to greet it in the next reply))#heamvir#live and in person (face to face)#event: masquerade ball
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more zinnia hcs with c dont @ me pls just honking hours,giving myself some serotin
Nothing much just thinking about new years, small cutescence where they restle/bonk i mean CONVINCE zinnia to finally just buy the damn kimono she's been dying to wear ever since her first new years with them
For a lil context, c n zinnia have bonded over time due to zinnia stubbornness in understanding what's fun about performing? And while she can just stay and watch she always prefer a more direct approach like trying it herself so after being an annoyance UH i mean gently asking
Mokuren to teach her dancing she sorta just started being honorably c member, after what became "hey once in a while I'll just see you guys practice while since I'm waiting on Moku" to-> "idk man it became a habit i go to most to every of their practices(since can't attend shows-
Due to work)" and by like their last day of practice i HC they do a mock up perfomance just for fun of everything goes well (bcuz latest main story chapter with c, zinnia def didn't want to join/no time everyone was all over the place)
ANYWAYS BACK TO MAIN TOPIC I SIDETRACKED GIVING CONTEXT
Anyways as the honorable c member(n bcuz I'm a simp) they sorta bring her anywhere especially on summer n winter so they notice how no matter how many years passes she comes in a t-shirt and Jean's and that's fine till you aggressively see her EYEING that one kimono-
That been on display for year's, here comes my peak yume ass: they bought it Mokuren just immediately call her out when she's staring at it again Qu agrees She tries to go no no i couldn't anyways on a budget to just buy food n maybe some few mini games Hari: i gotchu
Her: no, no, i don't need it where would I even properly store it( isn't familiar with keeping kimonos) Kasumi: oh DW about that ill explain...after you get it Zakuro coming out of the store: oh they have it on large Zinnia: YOU WENT IN N CHECK? Zakuro: yes is the red one right~
Zinnia<- by peer pressure ended up with the kimono ( could not stop smiling) Plus is their new years event you don't get that each year go fucking dress for the special occasion Zinnia: i have celebrated each new years show's on casual outfit Mokuren: okay but are we them? No.
#zinnia#forever afraid i have them way to ooc#theres always the chance ill have them slighly ooc but its fine so long u can go yeah i can see where ur coming from#LMAO#anyways just hc writing what i have in my head never been my fortee#especially since i feel like text is harder to tell if im being lighthearted /joking/serious or all three#easier ofr me to capture thoughts into drawing feels casual?#idk is easier for me to feel at ease with art bcuz one can easily dismiss inconsistensies as fun drawings or smt#idk#**messes my own hair** please ignore the tags LMAO
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emmet or bearded cillian who is dads best friend but is also a mechanic or something and he fixes your car and u thought it would be free but he wants a specific form of payment IF U CATCH MY DRIFT and everything is dirty and grimmy and maybe against the side of the car or inside whatever you like
i love your writing so so much im yelling any time you post something new, have a good day <3
THIS IS SO EMMETT CODED OMFG IT'S PERFECT
length: 1.7k
warnings: SMUT (18+ only!!), unspecified age gap (but everybody is an adult), semi-public sex, oral f receiving, creampie
"Well, I think she'll live," he announced with a laugh as he stood up, wiping oil-covered hands on a rag. "Just needs a new spark plug and probably a patch on the fluid exchange."
You chewed your lip as you pretended not to be a total idiot about cars. "How much is that gonna put me out for?"
He waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about that too much, honey. Your dad's a good friend, we'll just call it even."
"No, Em," you sighed, stepping closer to him-- having to walk carefully so you wouldn't trip on any toolboxes left out on the garage floor. "Come on, let me at least pay for the parts or something."
He shook his head, giving you one of those smiles that melted your heart just a bit. "You've been too good to me already, sweetheart. Don't worry about me."
You felt a little awkward, realizing he was referring to how you'd helped him after his ex-wife moved out. There wasn't much you could do, of course, but you'd tried to show your support-- first by bringing some food over, first a casserole and then allegedly 'extra' cookies, even though you were a little worried he'd be offended by the possible suggestion that he couldn't cook for himself. Then, you'd given him advice on how to keep the zinnias out front alive, since their normal caretaker was too busy running away to California with her hairdresser to water them. He seemed to appreciate that, and your heart might have skipped a beat when your hands brushed against his while you were gardening together.
(Um, it was a male hairdresser, by the way. Not that it matters a whole lot...)
Maybe you would let him give you free work on your car, if you didn't happen to know that the auto shop was struggling at the moment. Sure, you figured he'd give you a deal, because that was just who he was, but you never expected to take his time and spare parts for nothing in return. "Em, please," you frowned, leaning against the hood of your car just after he'd shut it. "Let me make it up to you-- you're working so hard for me."
As his eyes fell on you, you suddenly noticed a new darkness in them; he was looking you up and down, making you shudder slightly as he leaned closer. "Jus' tryin' to take care of you, honey," he said, a little softer, and you fought the urge to bite your lip. "Can't let you drive around town in somethin' that might break down any minute."
"Well, I can't let you eat TV dinners every night," you smiled in reply. "How about I pay you back in meals, hm? You liked the chicken casserole, right?"
"Yeah, you're a good cook," he relented, "I guess I can't turn down an offer like that, can I?"
"Good," you grinned, "then I'll bring something over tonight."
"But what if I'm hungry for somethin' else?"
You got a little shaky all of a sudden, and tried not to get your hopes up-- you were probably imagining the sultry tone to his voice...
"Somethin' a little sweeter than casserole," he added, closing the space between you and lifting your chin so you would look up at him.
"...cookies?" you wondered with a weak voice, and he laughed softly.
"Don't get me wrong," he replied, "your cookies are great. But I think you know that's not what I'm talkin' about."
You didn't know how to respond to that... you weren't even sure if you supposed to respond. Apparently, he got whatever he needed just from looking into your eyes.
"Sit on the hood, honey."
He knelt in front of you as you did what you were told; he kept his eyes locked with yours as long as he could, until he started to spread your legs slowly and his gaze had to dart down under your dress.
"Oh, sweetheart," he sighed heavily, making you struggle not to press your thighs together to satisfy your sudden desire for friction. "Look at those cute little panties-- can I take 'em off for you?"
"Y-yes, please," you nodded, and he gave you a little smile as he reached up under your dress to slowly-- so painfully slowly-- pull them down your thighs.
You opened your legs perhaps a bit too eagerly once he'd slipped the panties off around your shoes and stuffed them into his pocket-- yes, you'd noticed that-- and he bit his lip at the sight, pushing your dress up just enough to get a good view. "Baby," he growled, "you're just too perfect."
You thought maybe he'd ask again, like he had before he took off your panties-- maybe just because he knew you'd say yes. But he didn't: he just dove right in all of a sudden, making you gasp and moan as his tongue and lips explored all over you.
He devoured you with every lap, humming and moaning between those beautifully filthy, wet noises the whole ordeal created.
"P-please," you gasped, running your fingers through his long, wavy hair.
"Oh, honey," he groaned proudly, pulling back slightly to look up at you before delivering a gentle peck to your swollen clit. "You sound too cute when you're beggin'."
Going back in again, he sucked harder on your clit until your thighs instinctively clamped down on his head-- which didn't deter him at all, anyway. "E-Emmett, fuck, just like that--" you choked out, holding tighter to his hair, "oh fuck!"
Groaning encouragingly, he slid his tongue inside you and shut his eyes tight as you started to rock your hips on his face.
He found a pattern pretty quickly, holding you steady by your thighs so he could force every sensation on you; he teased your opening with his tongue, but focused mostly on your clit until you were shaking all over. You kept trying to tell him you were going to come, but it was obvious by how hard you struggled to put a sentence together. When you did come on his tongue, it was quieter than you expected-- a silent scream, which broke into a long, low moan when you were actually able to breathe again.
His tongue on your clit became too much all of a sudden, and your hand in his hair started to push him away. Thankfully, he did stop, and you started to slowly come back to reality.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood up to face you again, starting to open his jeans quickly.
"Fuck, Em," you panted as you tried to catch your breath, blinking the blur out of your eyes to get a better view of his proud, tilted grin. "What'd you do that for?"
"Just needed to hear you scream, princess," he winked, reaching into his boxers. "And I figured I won't last long when I'm inside ya, anyway-- s'been a while..."
He pulled his cock out of his pants, instantly pressing the tip up to you and lining himself with your opening.
"And I like the idea of still being able to smell your pussy in my beard tomorrow," he added, just before he slid inside your waiting channel.
He grunted as he filled you, head falling back with a heavy sigh through his nose. "O-oh," you choked out, grabbing one of his shoulders to stay stable as he started to move.
"God, baby," he purred, "I was right-- fuck, I won't last. Sorry, but I've been waitin' too damn long..."
You wanted to tell him that you didn't care-- that you actually thought it was insanely sexy how affected he was by all this-- but when you opened your mouth, you could only moan desperately. Your previous orgasm had left your insides all sticky and sensitive, every thrust overwhelming you with tension and friction. And thank god for how wet it had made you, too, or you might have had more trouble fitting his generous girth inside you...
"Knew you'd be so good for me," he grunted, "such a good girl-- wanted you for so long, honey."
You whimpered behind a bitten lip, blinking up at him expectantly. "How long?"
He smirked a little, before leaning in to kiss your neck playfully-- teasing your pulse with the very tip of his tongue. "I shouldn't say," he mumbled.
"Please," you gasped, "god, Em-- I gotta know..."
"Before the divorce," was all he'd say, but that was enough to make you quiver inside-- you'd always wondered, hoped, that he shared your interest, but you had spent most of your time pretending you didn't have a crush on him since he was closer to your dad's age and, you know, married. At the time. "She used to get mad at me when she caught me lookin' at you," he admitted with a low chuckle that made chills run up your spine in delight. "She was jealous of how fuckin' pretty you are... how sweet you are... how good you are..."
"Emmett," you whimpered, clinging to him tighter, "Em, please, I'm so close--"
"Fuck, baby, g'na come again?" he taunted with a grin, one of his hands tightening its grip on your waist. "Go ahead, honey, give my cock a nice li'l squeeze, huh?"
"Yes, fuck, yes," you gasped. "Fuck!"
"Not too loud, sweetheart," he warned, "got another mechanic in the other garage-- don't want him hearin' you... don't want anyone hearin' those pretty sounds but me, okay, princess?"
But he found a much more reliable way to shut you up: he kissed you, hard and desperate, and you moaned against his lips as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Your whimpers of his name were almost unintelligible as he kissed you, but he clearly understood them: he fucked you harder, faster, deeper, grunting promises to come inside you and leave you dripping with his come for the rest of the night. You encouraged him as best you could while being totally speechless-- and with a whine, you came around him just before he filled you with a gruff purr of his own.
Sighing, he dropped his head onto your shoulder, running his fingers down your back through your dress to make you shiver in his arms one more time. "Beautiful," he praised under his breath, kissing softly beside your ear. "So beautiful, honey..."
You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around him in a lazy embrace. "You're the one that's too good to me, Em," you whispered. "When did you figure out I had a crush on you?"
"Sometime after you brought me the casserole, but before you came on my face."
#emmett a quiet place x reader#emmett a quiet place smut#cillian murphy x reader#cillian murphy smut
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Dress: you and Abby are good friends but you have secret crush on her. You go to a party together and you get buzzed but not drunk and start spilling your guts about your secret crush on her. Little do you know she's secretly been pining over you as well.
Zinnia
a/n: 🤓☝️ Zinnias symbolize endurance, lasting affection, and friendship.
Also, I changed things but the og idea is there I promise 🫠
Warnings: none I think, let me know if there’s any cause this is pure fluff and a bit of angst ig?
Abby had broken up with his boyfriend some weeks ago. It’s not a secret how much you hated Owen since you meet him, so both of you were struggling right now.
Abby felt like shit and you didn’t know how to comfort her, you were happy she left him, but it broke your heart to se her like this, you’ve never seen her cry before, not even this mad.
You didn’t understand why Abby would be crying over such a dumb men like Owen. They met when they were younger, probably high school. When you met her she was already dating him and the more you knew about him, the more annoying you find him.
Abby knew, and would do anything so you wouldn’t be near him, however she never understood what was so wrong about him that made you hate him so much. And no, it wasn’t the fact that you’d meet Abby hoping she was into girls, or the fact that you loved her as more than a friend, not even that he was annoying itself.
You hated him because he would treat abby in the most disrespectful way a man could treat her girlfriend, because every time abby was with him she’d transform. Because you knew how much Abby liked him and how much he would take advantage of it.
And now your feelings were so confusing. You were glad they were over, but you hated the reason. You felt your heart sink when Abby got to your shared apartment crying as you’ve never seen before because she found out Owen was cheating on her.
You also hated how happy you were about this, because you knew how you had no chance with her so feeling positive about this was disgusting and shameful. But you couldn’t help it.
So when you two got invited to a friend’s party none of you hesitated, you needed to get drunk because you couldn’t take seeing her like this and you were definitely more overwhelmed than you should, and she needed to forget about her ex, at least for one day.
Once you were ready and you got out of your room you noticed Abby waiting for you in the living room, laying on a large couch. You glanced at her muscles on full display thanks to the blank tank top she had chosen tu wear, and her long toned legs resting on top of a small coffee table that was settled in the middle of the room.
“You’re ready?” she asked, moving her head slightly to look at you “Mhm” you nodded, signing a small yes.
You walked towards the door, grabbing a small purse that u usually took everywhere as you hear her standing from the couch. The sound of a leader jacket adjusting over her body and the tap of her shoes behind you.
Once you arrived to the party you were greeted by your friend, who went almost immediately towards Abby and tried to comfort her. She seemed uncomfortable, but that look on her face disappeared once she was offered a drink.
You decided to go straight to the kitchen of the house, you were determined to get as drunk as possible. Maybe that’ll make you forget about everything, at least for a long while.
The music was loud, making you feel the beat on your body and not letting you hear anything else than your own self. You kept on drinking, hoping the alcohol could make its effect on you, and it was.
That until you saw Abby, apparently alcohol doesn’t have any effect on the heart. You felt so desperate, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the situation itself, but you couldn’t hold yourself from feeling the need of tasting every bit of her body, to press your lips on top of hers and her body, to make her scream your name and beg for more. And it was so cruel that you couldn’t.
She signed at you to come closer, she had got rid of her jacket and her muscles were basically shining at your sight. You walked towards her, feeling dizzy as the best of the music could be felt on your body.
“What?” You screamed at her so she could hear you properly. She put the beer she was holding on top of a counter near the two of you and just stared at you “Stop drinking, I’m the one that’s supposed to be taken care of don’t you think?” a cocky smile formed on her face, and so did on yours “sorry” your reply came out more like a small mumble than a word but she understood, she just chuckled.
You felt her hands grabbing yours and taking the red cup with alcohol in it away from your hands, yet before you could say anything she lead you to what seemed like the living room, helping you get on a couch. You noticed your friends sitting there as well.
You felt some weight besides you, there was no need to turn around to know who it was. Just by the strands of blonde hair and the feeling of a muscular arm touching yours you knew more than well that Abby was besides you.
“It’s not fair” you say out of nowhere, turning your body towards Abby “what’s not fair?” she asks in confusion “He never deserved you Abby, he’s such a dick. How dares he to treat you like that for years and then cheat on you after all you’ve done for him? fucking asshole” she just chuckles “fucking hate him so much” you let your body lay on the couch, placing both of your hands on top of your stomach and moving your head towards Abby’s.
“You’re way prettier than her” she furrows her eyebrows in response “why do I feel like your more mad than I am?” the sarcasm on her voice made you smile unconsciously “why did you even date him on a first place? He’s hideous” you feel how her arm hits yours softly “why do you hate him so much? he never treated you bad, did he?” You nodded your head as a no.
“I’m jealous of him, he’s been so fucking lucky having someone like you on his life” you felt the tears forming in your throat, it was painful “he also treated you like shit, he never took the chance to understand you, he never cared about you and it was painful to see you with him” just shut up, you thought to yourself.
She didn’t reply, and it made you feel nervous. You saw how she took a sip from her beer and placed it again in between her legs, you gulped silently and stood up, not being able to stand the awkward silence between both. She grabbed your wrist “I’m going for the last one, I promise” your eyes went immediately to her lips, it was painful how much you needed a taste of them. She let you go.
As you were in the kitchen drinking what you expected to be your last drink the same friend that had greeted you when you first entered the house spoke to you. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, the pain of your last talk with Abby or the music, but you just couldn’t understand a single thing she was saying, you were getting overwhelmed.
“Are you good?” your brain finally connected the words that seemed like murmurs “Why?” you replied in pure confusion. “You’ve been drinking nonstop” your eyes rolled impulsively as a chuckle came out of your mouth “I feel like shit, hopefully alcohol helps”.
She moved her hands to your shoulders, making you look at her “It’s Abby isn’t?” you felt like throwing up “What’re you talking about?” the beer in your hand was now being tasted, desperately “You like her, am I wrong?” Fuck.
“I won’t say anything, just…. you can talk to me if you want to” and so you did. The beer vibrating on your hand as you placed it top of the counter. “I first talked to her because I liked her. When she told me she had a boyfriend I was dumb enough to think I’ll do good if we stayed at friends” your friend just nodded.
“And then I was even more stupid to agree and move with her to the fucking apartment. I couldn’t take Owen, he wasn’t just annoying, he definitely knew I liked Abby and would do anything to make me suffer. He’d insist abby to take me with them, the fucking excuse being he was trying to be more close with me…. and abby believed every word of it” you felt the tears growing on your eyes “And now I’m so confused because I’m happy they broke up you know? but it’s fucking overwhelming to see her sad like this, it’s gross that I even feel happy, I should be supportive but I just don’t know what to do. I’m so pathetic, I don’t even have a chance with her, I feel like this whole situation has never been fair for us”
Before the tears could run all over your face you took another sip of your beer. You felt the knot of tears on your throat slowly disappearing. “I can’t stand looking at her and feeling so desperate, and I feel like I’m just…. cheating her too” your friend hugged you, and as she did you noticed Abby, just staring at you as she rested her body on the door frame.
She couldn’t have heard you right? Music was louder than your words, or that’s what it felt like in the moment.
Just as you pulled off from the caring embrace of your friend you left the beer on the counter, passing by your friend, almost as if you were running towards Abby. There was no need to explain anything.
Before you could say anything she apologized, a small sorry came out of her mouth. She moved her arm to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to her chest. You mover your arms around her waist, this is all you needed right now.
“You heard me didn’t you?” finally the alcohol was making its part because you didn’t felt ashamed, or maybe it was the mix of the drunkenness and her body holding you, whatever it was it didn’t matter “Why you never mentioned anything Mhm?” her voice was so smooth, so tender.
“It wouldn’t have changed anything” you murmured, loud enough for her to hear you “I’m sorry” you pulled away from her, staring at her eyes in search of any sign that let you know how Abby was feeling.
“Don’t be” his lips moved upwards slightly, and you were about to do the most dumb thing ever. If she had already heard anything why not kiss her before she actually freaks out.
So your lips press on hers before you even realize what you’re doing, and she doesn’t move. You try to pull away but her hands pull you closer, moving to the back of your neck and cupping your face softly.
The taste of your alcoholic saliva mixed with hers made you feel clouded, it tasted way better that you could ever imagine.
“It would’ve changed everything” she replied once she breaks the kiss. The look on her eyes was so different from what you’ve seen before and that definitely had some sort of effect on your body because whatever you were feeling now wasn’t because of the alcohol.
You were so close to her, to her face that you desired to look for so long, to her body that you dreamed of touching so many times before. It felt surreal. Her hands moved from your face to your waist, pressing it gently and making small circles on each side.
“Let’s go home mhm?” suddenly her voice sounded so husky, so genuine and desperate. You we’re gonna taste every inch of her body tonight, any explanation you needed about whatever was going on could wait.
“Fuck you” you did had to let her know you were fucking exploding in confusion though. She just rolled her eyes at you and pulled you for another kiss. Fucking dream you were living today.
#abby anderson#abby x you#abby smut#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby fluff#abby x reader#abby anderson fluff#abby x fem!reader#abby anderson smut#abby headcanons#lesbian#tlou2#ren masterlist ᵎᵎ ִ ۫ ּ ⊹
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IM: In her final communique, during what a friend of mine called revolutionary suicide, she told the world “I want to be identified as Aaron Bushnell” but from the LillyAnarKitty Twitch account.
I think it’s still ambiguous what those motives were. A few of us thought, you know, maybe this is strategic. She wanted to leave making Aaron the martyr and the icon, while also leaving breadcrumbs to Lilly for those of us in the know.
A friend of mine said maybe she just couldn’t bear to erase herself completely.
[...]Probably the biggest reference for who Bushnell was was her reddit account. She was a pretty consistent reddit poster for a month in 2014, then again consistently from 2020 onwards.
And, for one thing, Bushnell was furtively hanging out in some trans reddit communities, just sticking her toe in. Like r/transclones [a reddit devoted to trans Star Wars memes] and r/unixsocks [a programming reddit where the overwhelming majority of users are trans women].
You see someone wander into the trans girl playhouse and you do… you make some assumptions. It was nothing definitive, but this would be the eggiest cis person alive, if nothing else.
The other thing I noticed was just that she was incredibly passionate about trans rights. When Bushnell described the situation on the ground for trans people in the U. S. I could feel in it my own desperation. If you’ve read Zinnia Jones’ coverage of it, if you’ve read Erin Reed’s coverage of it, or if you’ve read, well, your own coverage at Assigned Media, there was a sense of that fear, that anger, reflected back at me.
If Bushnell was a cis man, this was a cis man that got it in a way cis people rarely do.
Assigned: And this is part of why you’re not quite as worried about being wrong, right?
IM: If somehow I fucked this up completely and this person was not what they appear to me to be, if Aaron Bushnell, he/him was the only version that ever existed, I can only conclude that he would understand how the misunderstanding came about. And I think, I hope, this is someone who would understand that what is happening is in good faith and from a sense of love and obligation.
#im losing my mind that the twitch name changed the 25th#....my logic at that point would be I Might As Well Live My Truth Somewhere First#god#and i bet on some level they Knew their death would only matter if they were identified as Aaron Bushnell
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before and after
(ramble bc ive got some thoughts n words on the meanings behind these four images under the cut, and if u have no idea what la vie en jaune is and want some background then read this first!)
OK SO BIG MOTIF IS YELLOW (which, ofc, considering the au is la vie en jaune) BUT I WANNA NOTE HOW YELLOW MAINLY SYMBOLIZES THE GLASSES AND THE PARABLE.
In the before images, yellow is super scarce.
virgil/narry has yellow in his eyes, which symbolize how the glasses and the pARable is already affecting his mind. the little tech lines on his neck say the same, indicating that he cant stop using them, the glasses gaining more control as it saps his life away from him (as seen by his hair slowly starting to grey)
meanwhile, stanley barely has any, save for a yellow flower in his breast pocket. this originally was supposed to be a yellow zinnia, a flower that i heard represented forgetfullness (which is indicative of virgil slowly losing himself with the glasses) but i just started uni and my bus ride to campus is an hr so i couldnt look up any refferences. he does have a yellow tear in his eye that was meant to show his worry over virgil and how he starts to progressively look more and more drained as he uses the glasses.
THEN WE GET TO THE AFTER AND OHOHOH I LOVE THESE SM
Narry has a bit more yellow, though its controlled now. he has the glasses for one, but his tie is now yellow as well! which was to show how the glasses not only control him, but give him power. narry starts to control the pARable. (ill get to the scribbles in a bit)
Stanley, however, is encased in yellow. drowning in it. lost in it. the yellow tear in his eye now running down his face. though the yellow flower remaining in his pocket, perhaps indicating how despite becoming lost in the pARable, he still cares for virgil/narry.
then we get to the scribbles. they are meant to show how the pARable affects them both.
for narry, it is yellow and behind his head, showing how the pARables influence is clouding his judgement and perception.
for stanley, it is black and is hiding his eyes. which could both be interpreted as his mind not being affected by the pARable, as compared to narry, whos glasses encompass his eyes with more yellow. or as narry being unable to fully control stanley, just trapping him but never affecting his judgement. (and in my seperate post with just stanley, i put "stranger, thats all i see." from the song soulmate who wasnt meant to be. and it was because since stanley's character in the pARable's map is just a model for the player to inhabit, narry cant really see into his eyes (which are also "the windows to the soul") so in a sense, the stanley narry interacts with isnt the stanley virgil fell in love with.)
#artswin#la vie en jaune au#lvej au#tsp narrator#tsp stanley#tsp#tspud#the stanley parable#the stanley parable ultra deluxe#tspud narrator#tspud stanley#stanley parable#the narrator#stanley tsp#narrator tsp#stanley tspud#narrator tspud#stanarrator#stanley x narrator#stannarrator
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HI Liv. I hope u are having a great day.
I was wondering if u have well written fics with not a lot of smut? I don't want T rated fics. I want M and E rated, but I'm not in the mood for reading A LOT of smut recently (I don't know why tbh). I really really need good fics in my life rn
and thank you so much
Hi anon! Sure thing, here are some M/E plot-oriented fics with less focus on the smut. I tried to include different lengths, hope these work for you:
Still Life (M, 3k)
Between the Power Lines by @tackytigerfic (M, 3k)
For Harry Potter, all roads eventually lead to Draco Malfoy. Or: this is not an AU! It's just Harry and Draco meeting by chance in an imported food shop in Connecticut and going on a road trip together. Featuring motels, cacti, Americana, and a hefty dose of pining.
Harmony (Left-Handed Melody Remix) by mindabbles (M, 6k)
He is the last person Draco was expecting, but then again, this is not a place Draco ever expected to be.
Clear As Mud by scoradh (M, 10k)
Set post-war and post-Harry's-conscience...
Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by @the-starryknight (M, 16k)
The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.
Nice Things by aideomai (M, 22k)
The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.
Open For Repairs by @drarrytrash (M, 35k)
After the war, Draco works at a tv repair shop and Harry breaks things. feat. sad boys in jumpers and more ABBA than is probably necessary
Turn From Stone by @harryromper (M, 45k)
Harry knows there’s nothing he can do to stop Hermione (war hero, historian, author of the reissued “Hogwarts: A History”) once she sets her mind to something. Even an extremely risky last-ditch effort to restore the ancient castle and lay its newest ghosts to rest. What he wasn’t counting on was her insistence that Draco Malfoy be part of the plan.
Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)
Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"
Take the Air by dysonrules (M, 51k)
Someone or something is attacking Muggles and leaving them for dead. Auror Harry Potter is assigned to the case, but with his usual partner unavailable, he is stuck with the most annoying Auror ever to walk the halls of the Ministry.
Timecode by Rasborealis (M, 73k)
Harry Potter has been dead for two years, and Draco would laugh in the face of anyone claiming differently. Well, anyone but Hermione Granger.
Among Ancient Pines by @graymatters (M, 74k)
A fic about challenging assumptions, discovering self-worth, the silver lining in failing to meet expectations, and finding friendship, love, and purpose in a small Alaskan town that’s steeped in magic.
What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)
Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.
The Ordeal of Being Known by @lou-isfake (M, 146k)
When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter.
The Secret Keeper by @the-fools-errand (M, 225k)
On Halloween 1981, Albus Dumbledore made a decision that would change the course of history, concealing Harry Potter’s survival at the hands of Lord Voldemort underneath a Fidelius Charm. But when Harry comes of age in the Muggle world, Dumbledore realises too late that the fate of the world may depend on a boy who has never held a wand.
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Just wanna say, I love your tags sm on my post!!! I find it so fun to pull comparisons with both zinnia and volo because they have like. A similar character skeleton. Or whatever that means. They're so different yet their relation to their respective deity definitely feels, as u said, 2 sides of the same coin.
And 100% agree with the last comment- I only started thinking about their similarities when I realized how much of the fandom dislikes zinnia and how much of the fandom likes volo qq
Ahh thank you so much!! I'm so sorry I'm responding to this so late, I am just awful about actually sitting down at a computer lately unless it's for work . . . and my work network doesn't allow me to access tumblr because I'm employed by haters 😔 but I'm glad you appreciated the tags! I remember I was actually a bit hesitant about leaving them because I didn't know if they would be Too Much or not, so I'm glad that wasn't the case, haha.
And yeah, Zinnia and Volo definitely foil each other in many ways. What's really interesting about it as well is that, unlike Volo, Zinnia was actually rebuffed by her deity to her face, when it came to a destiny she was literally raised for, which we know since her flashbacks in her Evolutions episode show that she was training to catch Rayquaza as part of her Lorekeeper destiny since she was a young child:
She could arguably be a little older in that second flashback, but not by much. So Zinnia was raised to be the Lorekeeper since her childhood. Her life's purpose was not only know and be able to pass on the history of her people, but also to be able to mega evolve Rayquaza and, together with it, destroy the meteor that would threaten the planet. She knew that doing this would likely result in her death (indicated at multiple points in her dialogue), but she was so devoted to doing it that she went through it anyway. And she managed part of it; she did manage to summon Rayquaza.
And then . . . Rayquaza rejected her. To her face. In favor of some random (by comparison) kid.
By all accounts, Zinnia had every right to be furious. Her deity has rejected her in favor of some rando when Zinnia devoted her entire life (and was willing to sacrifice her life) to it. But is she furious? Does she take it out on May? No. We know that she's lowkey suicidal (some of her dialogue suggests she's almost hoping she'll die in the effort to stop the meteor so that she can be reunited with the original Aster in the afterlife), but she still takes it in stride because the most important thing is that the meteor is stopped. So she helps the rando as much as she can, and then leaves to figure out what she can do with this life she didn't expect to have.
Then, on the opposite end, there's Volo. Volo, as far as we know, was never raised with any special destiny in mind. To be fair, we really don't know anything about Volo's backstory except that it's heavily implied he's a descendant of the Celestica people. But that's it. We're never told that he had a destiny to fulfill alongside Arceus. Instead, Volo himself decided that he was going to summon and meet Arceus, and Volo himself decided he was going to summon and meet Arceus wholly for his own reasons, and Volo himself never actually came face to face with Arceus, and took that as a rejection, and then tried to murder the random kid Arceus chose over it, as if it's that random kid's fault.
It really is the complete opposite in every way. Zinnia had every reason to believe that Rayquaza would agree to work with her, yet when it refused, she took it in stride and did what she could to help. Volo had no reason to believe that Arceus would want to work with him, and when it refused, he absolutely lost his shit and tried to murder a child. There's a reason why Zinnia got closure by forming a sync pair with Rayquaza in Pokemon Masters and why I'm pretty damn sure Volo is not going to get the same treatment with Arceus, lmao.
And don't get me wrong, I love both characters. Personally, I hope Volo never gets better. Don't get me wrong, if his motivation is supposed to be that he wants to make a world where his people and culture were never lost and where Hisui was never colonized, then I do think that's a sympathetic motivation, and certainly I came away from PLA thinking that Kamado was more despicable than Volo, mostly because the game treated Kamado like a sympathetic, misunderstood man despite his blatant bigotry toward the DP clans. But Volo is at his best when he is absolutely off his shits and I want him to stay that way. Like the fact that he actually tried to murder the player is iconic. Love that energy for him. Keep it coming.
But that doesn't change the fact that, yeah, he is off his shits. And any sympathetic motivations we can give him are headcanon because Game Freak didn't feel the need to elaborate. And more importantly (and to the point of your second paragraph), yeah, it really gets me that people are constantly vilifying Zinnia (including downright calling her a villain) for trying to save two worlds and ultimately bowing out gracefully when her destiny was stolen from her, yet fawn all over Volo or Lusamine. I'm sure the fact that Zinnia is a darker skinned woman (as opposed to the the blonde hair and pale skin of the others) has nothing to do with it. [/heavy sarcasm]
Anyway, this is a very long (and late) reply. I'm a very verbose person, haha. But thanks again, especially for giving me the chance to talk more about this; I appreciate it! 💜
#pokeattorney#lorekeeper zinnia#trainer volo#again i love volo. man is absolutely off his shits and that's so entertaining#but this fandom does have a tendency to treat darker skinned characters . . . badly#and Zinnia has the double whammy of having darker skin (esp depending on the art) AND being a woman#and the way the fandom treats her unfortunately REALLY shows it
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Playlist of Pokémon song recommendations
Playlist of Sonic song recommendations
List of songs below
Pokemon - [FRLG] Route 24, Battle! (Champion), Battle! (Deoxys), Four Island, Lavender Town [DPPt] DP Opening, Route 210, Route 216 (Day), Team Galactic HQ, Sunyshore City (Day) [HGSS] Goldenrod Game Corner, Eusine Encounter, Battle Arcade [BW/B2W2] Skyarrow Bridge, Driftveil City, N's Theme, Undella Town (Winter), Iris Champion Battle, Humilau City [ORAS] Opening Theme, Encounter! Magma Leader Maxie/Aqua Leader Archie, Battle! VS Primal Pokémon Groudon/Kyogre, Battle! VS Ancient Pokémon Rayquaza, Battle! VS Zinnia, Battle! VS Deoxys, Soaring the Skies (Day), [SM/USUM] Gladion's Theme, Guzma's Theme, Lusamine battle, Elite Four Theme, Ultra Recon Squad battle, Ultra Necrozma battle, Lysandre battle, Cyrus battle, Giovanni battle, [SwSh] Dynamax Battle Theme, Gym Leader Theme, Marnie's Theme, Bede's Theme [SV] East Province themes, Levincia, Penny’s theme
Sonic - [SA + SA2] Open Your Heart, Theme of E-102 Gamma, Escape From the City, Rhythm and Balance/White Jungle, Live and Learn, [R] Super Sonic Racing, Can You Feel The Sunshine?, [Shadow] I Am (All of Me), All Hail Shadow, Never Turn Back, [06] His World, [Unleashed] Cool Edge (Day), Gaia Gate, Dragon Road (Night), Rooftop Run (Day), Arid Sands (Night), Eggmanland (Night), Super Sonic vs Perfect Dark Gaia, [Mania] Studiopolis Zone, Flying Battery Zone, Press Garden Zone, Hydrocity Zone, Rouges Gallery, Lava Reef Zone, [Forces] Fist Bump, Infinite, Vandalize, [Frontiers] Cyberspace 1-2: Flowing, Guardian: ASURA, Kronos Island (3rd Mvt.), Cyberspace 1-5: Dropaholic, Undefeatable, Break Through It All, Chaos Island (2nd Mvt.), Cyberspace 3-2: Go Slap, Find Your Flame, [Rush] Right There, Ride On (Blazy mix); Ethno Circus (Blazy mix); Jeh Jeh Rocket (Blazy mix); What U Need (Blazy mix)
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So ghost anon got me thinking…
What would happen if Floyd was the only one who couldn’t get to branch in time? I mean he was the only brother to say goodbye and promise to return, but ironically he is also the only one to not meet branch before he passes. I have a feeling that the guilt of never being able to fulfil his promise would tear him apart :3
Hopefully I won’t regret giving u a weapon to rip my heart out (who am I kidding, do as u please with this)
OW? OUCH? I got this ask while I was writing the fight and just oof, it hurt- Thank you for giving me this weapon >:)
Going to turn this into a ficlet, haven't done one of those in a while
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Branch knew it was unlikely that all four of his brothers would get there on time. The world was big and who knew where four small Trolls could have ended up after twenty years. Laying in bed, he blinked in and out of consciousness, his chest heavy and barely any air managed to get to his lungs. Poppy was by his side, holding his paw tightly, not wanting to let go.
To his surprise, John Dory was the first to arrive. The oldest almost looked grey as he looked at his baby brother, who was resting on death's doorstep. With a push from Delta, he walked into the room, sitting down on a chair on his side. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, not until Barb had pulled Poppy out of the room. The two brothers needed a moment.
"I'm so sorry, Bittie, I… I'm sorry. I should have been there for you, but I wasn't, and…"
Branch took his paw, the younger being so weak, but he needed JD to listen.
"Love you."
His voice was broken and small, but to his surprise, JD started tearing up.
"I love you too. So much. You're my baby brother, and I'm sorry…"
This went on for a while, as Branch's lungs cleared just a bit, and he asked if JD could tell him about the Neverglades, which he did, drying his tears. He hadn't felt this vulnerable in a long time, but for Branch? He would probably beg the Muses themselves for his life to be spared.
Then came Clay. He came inside on his own, Synth and Dante pointing him to the right room. He was shocked, to say the least, that JD was there, and for a moment, all he felt was anger and grief. After a small spat, he calmed down as Branch's tail brushed his own. Right, Branch. They were there for Branch. Their little brother, who was dying.
After a few exchanged words filled with love, both the Iris and Dahlia were cleared from his system, and he breathed just a tiny bit easier, enough that if he had just a bit more energy, he would have been able to hold a conversation. But he didn't, so the two older held it for him, despite their awkwardness and grievances, they were there and they were talking.
Finally, Spruce came. Except it was now Bruce, and he had changed a lot, but he was their brother nevertheless, and while Branch could tell the tension swung a bit in the room, happiness, anger, and grief hanging heavy in the air, he was happy to see another of his loved ones. Just a few hours ago he had almost accepted death, not believing they would come on time, but here three of them were.
JD gave up his spot for Bruce, letting him take Branch's paw, the purple-haired Troll speaking so softly with the youngest, who hummed an "I love you too" in reply. The Zinnia lost its grip, and now… they only had the Queen Anne's Lace left.
But would Floyd get there on time?
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Floyd had already left Mount Rageous days before, having heard the news on his small traveling radio, and narrowly avoiding being kidnapped, he set out to find his baby brother.
He had made a promise. It was maybe twenty years too late, but Floyd was not one to break a promise. Not now, not ever.
Then he learned that the promise had been put on a timer. Friends of Branch, bounty hunters, had found him, telling him what was going on.
Branch was dying. Branch could be dead already.
They didn't need to tell him twice that he was needed. He just sat silently in the back of their critter bus, eyes distant as memories played on a loop.
Seeing that little bluebell egg hatching. Holding that little baby boy that had been filled with so much joy, love, and music.
Branch was singing before he was talking, he danced before he could walk. He was the sunshine breaking through the grey clouds of grief and horror in that period of their lives.
And he had left him behind. He had given the toddler his vest. The vest had belonged to all their brothers once, and if there was someone who deserved the comfort that the vest provided, it was Branch.
When he came to Pop Village, the place was… sad. Too sad to be filled with Pop Trolls. He saw a grey Troll with a crown on her head sit amongst a group of other dully colored Trolls, her grief so strong it nearly drowned everyone seeing her.
No one noticed him as he walked through the village, and when he asked someone where Branch was, they just shook their head, a sad look in their eyes. Another Troll pointed him to the outskirts of the village.
Floyd had heard from the youngest friends that he had built a bunker, and with a small spark of hope, he looked in the direction they pointed, hoping to see that large rock, but no… There was a field of flowers there.
A Pop Troll graveyard.
And by the freshest mound, holding onto each other, sat three Trolls who were painfully familiar. His brothers. Just not all four of them. Only the three oldest.
A pained scream filled the air.
Floyd's scream.
He had broken his promise.
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Yeah, ow, this hurt- Hope everyone enjoys the misery as always :,D
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Hey there! Wait, I should probably use a traditional Paldean Greeting. Let's try agian.
'Ello, 'ello, hola! Ciao and bonjour! Yeah, that's right. Man, you Paldeans sure are weird. Can't believe you say that every time you greet eachother, its so long.
Anyways, hey, I'm Zinnia, just a traveling Pokemon trainer dreaming of taking a little trip into space. I'm also, as it happens, a one hund-er-ed precent gen-u-ine Draconid Lorekeeper. Please, save your applause.
I've been hit with the travel bug again and I was thinking of trying someplace new. I've already been to Unova and Sinnoh a bunch so I was thinking why don't I try Paldea. And, since your school's got the largest library in the region, I've just gotta visit and see what you've got. I love a good story, you get me?
I can't just waltz in and take a look, though. I mean, I could, but that'd be real rude. And what kinda Lorekeeper would I be if I read and ran? So I was thinking we could do a little equivalent exchange. I get full access to your library and in exchange maybe I could give a guest lecture or three on Hoenn history. It's a win-win. I get to read books and share knowledge and you get an extra history teacher for a bit.
Course, I know you can't okay this. After all, you're just Clive, totally normal and radical student, but I'd be totally down to schedule an appointment. with the Director And by schedule an appointment i mean I broke into his office five minutes ago and am currently sitting in his chair. I'd advise changing the locks but that really wouldn't help.
-Zinnia, Lorekeeper of the Draconid People (@last-lorekeeper)
Why hello there, Lorekeeper Zinnia! ...That catchphrase is pretty much just Iono around these parts, but hey, can't blame you! It's trendy.
We'd be happy to do a library loan of any sort to you regardless of the state of the situation, buuuuut I do in fact see you are in the director's chair. So I can certainly... expedite that meeting for you. Cultural exchange is pretty sick, anyways! I'm sure there won't be any major challenges. Ms. Raifort would surely indulge some learning directly from the source!
...Clavell will be right over.
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Sexy nurse custom for Twst au: Kanae~
#twts oc#twisted wonderland oc#my art#art box#u know what im very curious if this will get glcoked by tumblr lets go lets test tumblr#zinnia#kane
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Bfb theory: what Type of flower is flower?
so we know how flower in bfdi is never given a canon flower type/breed? Like, we know she’s a flower, but we never find out what species of plant she is.
(All of these images are from google btw! I did not draw these!)
The bfdi community have pretty much agreed that leafy is a lemon leaf based on her design best resembling them,
so I think we can do something similar with flower.
now let’s look at her design. She has 5 pink/magenta square/circular petals with a bright yellow, slightly protruding center.
when we search up flowers with these criteria, we actually get a lot of potential candidates, but a majority of these can be eliminated fairly quickly. The plumeria, frangipani, and mandevilla are out due to their petal shapes, not to mention the plumeria and frangipani’s lack of pronounced center.
we also have a bunch of flowers who don’t meet the five petal requirement, such as the cosmo, zinnia, and camelia and daisy to name a few.
There are a lot of other flowers eliminated with these two criteria in mind or a combination of multiple others, and now we can safely say we have two options left, being the Japanese anemone and wrinkled rose (as well as just wild roses in general).
both flowers meet pretty much all the criteria! But i lean more towards the wild rose due to their stronger coloring.
so Personally? I belive that flower is a wrinkled rose!
This is in no way canon ofc, so if u have a different headcanon for what type of flower flower is, I’d be happy to hear what it is!
tldr: using process of elimination, I try to find out what species of plant flower is and end up settling on the Wrinkled rose :D
#This is just me being a nerd lmao#Bfb#bfdi#bfb flower#bfdi flower#her <333#I i think being a rose fits her tbh#Leafy bfb#battle for dream island#bfb theory#Bfdi theory
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Yo pandora! Bluebells and Zinnias with the theme of by the gardens with Floyd please❤️
Bluebells ~ “be careful with your words. i might mistake your kindness for something more meaningful”
Zinnias ~ “i miss you” “you just saw me, silly” “and? i wanna see you again so come back~”
~floyd leech x gender neutral reader~
first request for this event is officially finished! thank u to sweetbucchi for requesting <3 i hope you enjoy!
♡Blossom Grove Prompt Event♡
♡i miss you dearly♡
Through the gleaming tresses of greenery and the multitudes of colorful blossoms, stood you and Floyd, with you helplessly attempting to free yourself from the latter’s frighteningly tight grasp and Floyd clinging onto you like an adorable koala gripping its most prized tree branch. The two of you had been prancing throughout NRC’s botanical garden without a single care in the world until a penetrating scream demolished your once playful mood into smithereens.
“Shrimpy, do you have to go?”
“Yes, I do, Floyd,” you sighed as you clawed at his unwavering hold on your waist. “That shout sounded oddly similar to Grim’s and I am not planning on getting blamed for leaving roadkill on campus grounds by the headmaster if anything happens to him.”
The eel behind you scowled at your pointless excuses. “Eh? Little sealie can handle himself. It’s my time with you now,” he childishly whined. Twirling you around to face him, Floyd’s heterochromatic eyes peered into your own as he painted his face with a pitiful pout you knew he only used when he wished to get something out of someone. “I miss you, Shrimpy.”
“You just saw me right now,” you said with a passive tone, craning your head up to the taller boy.
“And? I wanna see you again, so come back here~” Floyd giggled as he pulled you closer to his chest, nuzzling his nose into the alluring softness of your (h/c) hair.
“You should be careful with your words,” you hesitantly mumbled into his disheveled uniform, a small rosy tint gracing your cheeks out of embarrassment. “I might mistake them for something more meaningful, and we don’t want that, now, do we?”
“‘Something more meaningful?’” Floyd skeptically repeated your words. What was that supposed to mean?
An unusual moment of silence then struck the both of you as Floyd dwelled on your peculiar words.
“Oh! I know!” the eel clapped his hands together with delight. “Could Shrimpy possibly mean the word that begins with an ‘L’ and ends with an ‘E’?” Floyd paused only to resume with an exceptionally teasing manner in his voice. “Is Shrimpy in love with me too~?”
You, taken aback from his conclusion, drew further away from him in denial. “Hey— I never said that—”
“But you meant it, hehe. C’mon,” he cooed as he began poking at your side, “just say it!”
“Never!”
“‘Never?’ Well then, I hope you’re prepared to regret those words, dear Shrimpy~.” There was no time to think. Without warning, teal-colored locks flooded your now blocked vision as Floyd proceeded to wiggle his slender fingers towards your belly, effectively tickling your squirming body with mischievous intent. Hysterical squeals escaped your form, filling the garden with vibrant choruses of laughter coming from both you and Floyd, alike.
Truly, an endearing sight to see.
a/n: floyd's so cute i wanna squish his face but he'd probably squish me first until i lost circulation in my body lol/hj
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#floyd leech#floyd leech x reader#twst floyd#floyd twisted wonderland#floyd twst#floyd x reader#floyd leech x you#twst imagines#twst scenarios#blossom grove prompt event#octavinelle
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