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snnnailmail · 1 year

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hiiiiiiiii, i was wondering if your requests were open, and if so, could you do a hair braiding fic with Wally Darling x gn!reader? like. wally has No Idea how to braid hair because his hair is always, Like That and the reader teaches him how and then he does their hair and they're both blushing and,

accidentally went off the rails and wrote 2k+ words and i forgot the prompt halfway but here it is :”D i literally have no idea how to braid hair or fix hair. tried to learn before i chopped it off and literally cried sooo there’s no tutorial in here djdvshdvsh super fun to write!! sorry if it wasn’t what you expected aha

cw: touch-centric, maybeee non-consensual kissing?? reader is cool with it but no questions were asked, mild implications of mind-reading, mentions of blood and needles

Desc: Wally X Human Reader,,, julie and wally style your hair before the former needs to leave due to a butterfly-related emergency. it’s just you and him.

No horror this time lol

Everyone in Home was just so fascinated with your hair! Especially Julie. She was pretty handy with her own locks of yarn, so when you strolled in with those thread-thin layers (no, thinner than thread!) she was lightning-fast to sink her hands into it and start suggesting styles! Poor girl nearly exploded when you told her she could go crazy with it, you didn’t mind! You were at ease just letting her run a comically large comb through it, but you were yanked from your serenity when she pulled out the needles.

Turns out, the citizens of Home have a unique way of grooming, involving pins and sharp bits, string, a bit of dexterity…

Her scream was as instantaneous as your yelp. You grabbed the back of your head and felt a hot dewdrop stick to your palm.

Honest mistake, really. You told Julie she was fine! You should have thought of it sooner, haha. There was a teary-eyed apology and a hug. You’re never going to get used to their empathy, you think.

Later, she was recalling the strange story to her friends, noting that their new buddy is slap-full of paint! It hurts for that paint to spill out, apparently! Wally was listening.

Little guy creeped you out, honestly. It wasn’t like you didn’t like spending time with him, you just always felt like there was something brewing behind that permanent smile. No one else seemed to notice or care.

And he was on to you, too. Your mind felt… strange when he was around. You don’t know how to voice these concerns, so you didn’t.

You were fast friends either way. There was a mutual understanding of… something. You knew you two were kindred spirits right when you laid eyes on him.

Anyways.

You loved that big ole’ ball of yarn he had. “Hair” was a strong word, it was all stitched in, but it was even better to bat around or give a little squeeze! And he sure didn’t mind at all! Sometimes he’d even ask you to run your fingers through it or stitch something back into place. He trusted you a lot with his pomp. You think it has to do with your agile fingers, or your nails. (Your nails were a big hit in Home! You gave the best scritches, according to Barnaby.)

You eventually rescheduled that hair-styling date with Julie, more than a few times. The neighbors were never far behind, but Wally tagged along the most. His passion for fashion was no secret so he and Julie collaborated often to dress you up like a doll. You’d get the chance to style them, too. They thought your preferences were unique for a number of reasons and marveled at their transformations.

Today was one of those days. You had your head hanging over the sink, squeezing out shampoo. You had brought your own products because fabric softener didn’t agree with your… anything, really. You were washing out the absolute excess of spray, gel, glue, and whatever the heck Julie had plastered to your skull for your latest look. Your scalp was screaming for emptiness, but sweet Jul still had some fire left in her and was intent to braid your whole head while it was damp, as she was basically dreaming to see you with a head full of curls! You’d do anything for her, so whatever.

Wally was sitting on the counter, gazing at himself in a small hand-held mirror with the larger bathroom mirror blatantly behind him. His lips were moving silently in accordance to a song playing idly from the record player in another room.

Julie was beside you, also bouncing along to the distant melody, doing her makeup. She was in an orange mood today, she said.

“Alright, Jul, I’m ready.” You stood straight up and attempted to straighten out your aching back.

“Oh! But my…! Give me a second, just wring it out; I’m almost there.”

You took a towel and gave your hair a good squeeze, having a brief vision of folding it on the floor like a pillow and going to sleep. You prayed she’d have you sit down.

“Okie-dokie!” She slapped her pallette down on the counter. Wally looked up. “I’m ready.”

You yawned and you felt your eyes unfocus in the mirror. Standing on a stool to reach you, she ran her hands through your wet locks until it reached some sort of satisfactory position, and started from the top. You could feel her precision in your skull.

Wally’s attention drifted away from himself and he leaned in; his lazy gaze looking very similar to your own at the moment. “Now how’re you doing that, Julie?”

“It’s super easy! You just section it out, like so…”

Her explanation was lost on you. You were fantasizing about a nap.

“You try it!”

You floated back into reality when gentle hands sifted into your hair. With Julie, debatably a professional, styling and cutting for you all the time, you could easily sense the inexperience. The process began again, albeit slower, clumsier, and Julie started to tap her foot.

“You take that side, and I’ll take this side! We’ll be done in no time.”

Braid upon braid was piled onto your head. You focused more on the progress on your left, where you actually saw Wally squint in the mirror. Julie worked so fast that you couldn’t even feel it sometimes. Wally had his soft fingers against your scalp, tugging gently at the strands tight to your head for closer coverage. Julie stopped to help him every once in a while. You closed your eyes.

A commotion from the living room. Doors being thrown open.

“Julie, by stars, we NEED you!” Frank had rushed into the bathroom with the frenzy of someone being chased by an ax murderer. “A-27 is emerging and has requested you be there! For her, Julie!”

Julie gasped and dropped the hair she had so delicately braided. “Chryssabellum? She isn’t due for another week! Oh, um Wally!” She ran backwards out the door and flicked her hand. “You finish that!”

The door was swung halfway closed and the two were gone in a flash. You just stared.

“Hi, Frank. Okay, Julie.” Wally said after a long moment of them being gone. He hadn’t even looked up from braiding.

“Wow.” You breathed. Okay. “Can we sit down?”

“Sure. You look very very tired. I would be too, I think.”

You let out the most satisfying sigh ever and sank to the floor. The cold linoleum was heavenly in contrast to the balmy air. With only being twelve apples tall, Wally could still easily reach the top of your head. You planted your hands on the floor and leaned your head back, resting it on your shoulders.

His progress didn’t shift at all. He kept at it, slow, careful, learning, folding your hair over and over again.

Now that you think about it, Wally’s never fooled with your hair before. He was more of a wardrobe guy. “How’s it going back there?”

“It is going much!”

You let out another dramatic sigh. “She worked me today, Wally. She really did.”

“I can tell. You looked nice though. And funny.” He went for that spot between your neck and your skull, making little scratching motions to bring the hair closer to him before starting to braid. You let your eyes slip shut. He got on his knees for a better angle.

Yet another sigh. You got off your hands completely, preferring to lean back into his lap. Unbothered, yet hindered, he took his hands away, gazing down.

“You got sweet little hands, man.” You iterated by taking one in your own. It was damp from your hair. His whole outfit, including him, was now dampened by your hair.

“Thank you. They’re mine.”

“They are.” You repeated, smiling. It was sadly taken away.

“Sorry. Julie told me to finish.”

You huffed lightheartedly. “Can you manage upside-down?”

“I can try.” He straightened his legs, placing each at your side.

So you rolled over, crossing your arms over his thighs (or the equivalent) and laying on them. Your forehead was comfy against his abdomen. Finally satisfied, your eyelids dropped.

He started working on your hair again, adapting to the new position quickly. You were lost in the motions once again before the record player, for the first time that night, caught your attention.

It was playing something slow, emotional. Not quite sultry, you think. Goodness no. Just… passionate. Wally was humming along. You could feel the tiny rumble coming from somewhere inside him as he did so. Every once in a while, he’d whisper a breathy strand of lyrics that had you… thinking.

Everyone in Home was about as shy as a golden retriever. Embraces like this were not uncommon. In the time you’ve existed here, you’ve been hugged, kissed, cuddled, coddled, and just plain handled more than you ever have in your entire life.

So why were you all of a sudden funny about it? It’s not like your position was scandalous. Could be misinterpreted among humans, but it was very very very difficult for puppets to be scandalous. You appreciated that. You’ll forget about these fuzzy feelings later, you reckon. Hopefully.

He must have finished, or was close to it, because the lovely little motions stopped and he had one braid between his fingers.

“It’s like a paintbrush.” He positioned the end to mimic the act of painting his hand. “You’re full of them.”

You smiled against his legs. Now that he didn’t have an objective, you lazily looped your arms around him, further crushing yourself into his middle. He folded his hands in your hair.

Wally didn’t feel the need to make conversation or small talk, or anything like that. You were fine, there was no pressure on you to do so either. He was content to stare holes in the back of your head. You imagined that he was painting you in his mind, picking out a shade for each thread of your hair, envisioning just the right stroke at just the right speed so he could fully capture the wonders of you. Maybe he’d even paint with your hair. That’d be a fun exercise.

You got bored of imagining and flipped over. He never let go of you, which translated to his hands lightly traveling to your cheeks. You were met with deep black vaults, barely outlined by white, connecting with your own. Startling to a stranger, slightly less startling to you.

With his hands on either side of your face, you couldn’t help but feel something other than fear. You reached up and poked where his nose would be. He returned the gesture by brushing his thumbs down the slopes of your nose. The record player continued softly.

“Sorry for getting you all wet.” His damp hands felt nice though. Like getting a facial. You wouldn’t be surprised if your skin was a tad shinier after this.

“It’s fine. You’re still warm.”

Your face sure felt warm.

It slowly dawned on you that this interaction was getting less and less friendly. In the best of ways. Would he even know what you were talking about if you brought it up? Probably not. You’d sound like an idiot if you were too direct.

“What’re we doing here, Walls?”

His smile barely widened, in a half-laugh kind of way. His thumbs moved to smooth your cheekbones. They ached from your smile.

“The funny things you’re thinking about… that’s what we’re doing.”

You were just about to ask what he meant.

“Muah.” He said, against your teeth, catching your open mouth just in time. You felt fuzz on your tongue. His departure somehow caught your bottom lip. It tapped back to your teeth unceremoniously. Over before you knew it.

Very not friendly, you realized.

“Wally!” You flicked him on the shoulder, playfully offended. “Some gentlemen you are.”

He giggled, mirth wrinkling his eyes and your own.

“Did I do good?”

You licked your lips unconsciously. “Yeah, yeah. That was fine.”

His hand found your chin, barely tugging at your lip. It didn’t even expose your teeth, just serving to drive you absolutely insane.

“Are you sure I did it right…?” He asked.

“You usually open your mouth.” You finally said, quietly. Your hands and fingers and nails found the back of his head, burrowing under the yarn of that stitched in hair-do.

“Oh. That’s it, then.” His volume matched your own. You were lowering him towards you. Of course he’d have his eyes open, wide and starry. You got ready to close yours. You had just the faintest idea of what you were about to do.

A commotion from the front door.

You meant to yank your hand out of his hair and act as natural as possible when your finger snagged and you ended up snatching his head to the side.

“Oh! N— Wally I am so sorry.” Poor guy looked completely bewildered.

You automatically glanced at the door to see Julie’s befuddled gaze that clearly asked ‘Am I interrupting something?’ She said nothing, but cracked a grin as you hastily untangled from his pomp and addressed her from his lap way too casually.

“So, how did it go!”

“Um, good! Good. A little rough at first. Chrysabellum has a pattern on her wings that we haven’t seen before…”

She was definitely asking you about this later. And you definitely weren’t going to know what to say.

#wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #wally darling x you #wally darling x y/n

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vanfleeter · 11 months

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Doesn't Stay In Vegas (1) // JTK

Characters: Jake x (oc) Cate Warning: 18+ minors DNI, smut, so much sex, language.

Summary: You know the old, idiotic saying "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas"? Well, this isn't the case for Cate. Waking up in her hotel room, she finds herself hungover, in bed with someone, and wearing a wedding ring. What's worse than that? Finding out she married her best friend's brother and the whole world knows about it.

Her head pounds as her body naturally wakes up. Running a hand over her forehead, she feels the cool metal of something wrapped around her finger. Pulling her hand away, she sees a diamond ring on her left ring finger. Furrowing her eyebrows she sits up in bed.

Why is she wearing a diamond ring?

Oh god…

Last night…

She was so drunk, she barely remembered what happened last night.

Who the hell did she marry?

Who else was there?

What if the boys found out?

Oh fuck, Cate, you’re screwed.

Looking beside her, she sees a lump of a body under the covers. The slight movement of their body rising and falling as they breathe. Carefully and slowly she pulls the covers down from the person’s eyes, her regret building and building with every inch.

Her regret explodes when she sees the familiar mop head of wavy brown locks. His face is buried in the pillow and light snores filter out of his mouth.

Oh fuck.. Fuck..

She married Jake.

Jake.

How drunk was she?

Without being gentle anymore she grabs her pillow and slaps it across his head. His body flinches and he groans.

“Josh…” He groans. “Just five more minutes.”

“It’s not Josh!” She snaps as she hits him with the pillow once more.

His head snaps up. “Who–” His eyes landed on her. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Regretting every life decision I have ever made.”

Jake turns over in the bed and sits up. “How did we end up here?”

“One too many drinks.” She says as she climbs out of bed. Luckily she was in a tank top and bed shorts. She freezes beside the bed and turns to look at him. “Are you wearing pants?”

Jake’s hands slide underneath covers. “No..”

“Shit..”

“What happened last night?” He asks.

She lifts up her hand for him to see. “You got married?”

“Look at your hand dumbass…”

He looks down at his left hand and his eyes grow wide. “Nooooo…” He jumps out of bed completely naked and she quickly turns away. “We got married?! This can’t be happening.. This seriously cannot be happening.” Jake quickly pulls on his pants and his shirt and grabs his phone. “Ohhh no.” He mutters.

“What?” Cate says, turning back to face him.

“I’m so screwed..” He smacks his hands to his face. He turns his phone to face you.

The groupchat with the boys going absolutely insane. Several angry texts from Josh. Some worried ones from Danny. Of course Sam would be the one confused–asking where the two of them disappeared to after leaving the chapel.

Josh: YOU GOT MARRIED? Josh: ARE YOU INSANE? Josh: I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU Josh: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? Danny: Please call us. Danny: Where are you? Sammy: Congrats!! Sammy: Mr. & Mrs. Jacob Kiszka. Has a nice ring to it. Sammy: No but seriously, where are you? We have to celebrate! Josh: SAMUEL! No celebrating! This is serious! Sammy: Uh duh, they just got married! Josh: Jacob, I swear to god, I’m gonna kill you! Josh: I’m calling our attorney…

Cate cringes and Jake pulls his phone away. Jake stuffs his phone in his pocket and leaves the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” She asks as she follows after him.

“Aha!” He exclaims holding up a piece of paper.

“What is that?”

“Our marriage license.”

She snatches it from his hand to look at it. “Is this even legal?”

Jake shrugs his shoulders. “Only one way to find out.” He says. “Josh really is going to kill me.”

“I can’t believe we got married.” She says falling down onto the couch and setting the marriage license on the coffee table. “Us.. You.. Me.. How did this even happen? We don’t even like each other like that.”

Jake falls onto the couch beside her. “You’re like a sister to me..” He shutters. “Oh god, I slept with you. Josh is most definitely going to kill me.”

“I need to get dressed.” She says standing back up from the couch.

Jake nods his head and leans back into the couch as she walks back into the bedroom. His eyes travel down to his hand and to the gold wedding band that’s wrapped around his finger.

How could he have gotten married?

He was always warned to never get drunk in Vegas.

Things never ended well for anyone in Vegas.

But yet he got drunk, seemingly with his brother’s best friend, and somehow they both got married.

He twists the ring around his finger. He definitely wants to get married. But not like this. And not with her. She’s not a bad person but he never had any feelings towards her. Sure he found her attractive and sometimes he had dreams of her but he still never had feelings of love or anything like with her.

As he told her, she was like a sister to him.

Groaning, he throws his head back against the top of the couch and closes his eyes.

Loud banging on the hotel room door sounds shortly after and he walks over and peers through the peephole. Josh stands in the hall fuming while Danny and Sam both stand behind him and prepare for the profanities and anger ready to explode from Josh.

“Fuck..”

“Jacob! Open the damn door!” Josh shouts.

Jake unlocks the door and pulls it open. Josh storms into the room followed by Danny and Sam slowly entering and standing off to the side of the room.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Josh shouts.

“We were drunk.”

Josh groans and runs his hands through his hair poof. “Jake, you know the rules when it comes to Vegas.”

“I know, I know.. I guess we got a little carried away.”

“A little?” Josh questions. “You got married for fuck’s sake!”

“I think it’s great!” Sam beams.

Danny elbows him in his side and shoots him a look. “Shut up…” He mutters.

Josh heaves a sigh and hangs his head. Cate steps out of the bedroom and sits on the arm of the couch. He lifts his head to look at her but she keeps her eyes trained on the floor beneath her feet. She couldn’t look at him. She could feel his anger radiating from his body. He’s equally disappointed in her as much as he is with his brother.

“I called the lawyer.. He said he can meet with the two of you when we get back to Nashville.”

“Great.” Jake says. “When is that?”

“Two weeks..”

Cate snaps her head up. “Two weeks?”

Josh nods his head. “We still have to finish the tour.”

“Can’t he come out here?” Jake says.

Josh shakes his head. “We’re not his only clients, Jake. He’s busy.”

“So you mean, we have to be married for two weeks?” Cate questions.

“Unfortunately…” He says.

“And well.. It gets worse.” Danny says. “Who knows how long it will take to process a divorce, get a judge to approve it. Could be longer than two weeks.”

Josh’s phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out. “Uh… Look at your phones…”

The other three grab their phones. Jake groans and falls against the kitchen counter. “What is it?” Cate asks.

Danny shows you his phone.

Jake Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet, Married?

“Oh no..” She grumbles.

“You’ve got to be kidding…” Sam says. “Shit.. Now the whole world knows..”

Cate hears her phone ringing in the bedroom and she goes to retrieve it. Her mother’s contact glowing on the screen. “Hey mom..”

“You got married?!”

“Mom, I-”

“And you married Jake?! Are you crazy?! Are you both crazy?!”

“Mom-”

“Since when did you two ever start liking each other? I mean, he’s a great guy but try doing this a little traditionally?”

“Mom, please!” Cate begs. “Stop.. We’re figuring things out right now. Josh called their lawyer and we’re gonna figure out to legally get a divorce.”

“A lawyer?! What do they think you’re gonna do? Ask for something from him?”

“No! No, Mom. It’s nothing like that.” She sighs. A knock comes on the door and Jake pokes his head inside. “Mom, I have to go.”

“We’ll talk later.”

“Yeah, okay.” She hangs up and sets her phone on the nightstand.

Jake steps inside the room and shuts the door behind him. He stays there leaning against the door with his hands tucked behind his back. “So uh..” He clears his throat. “Now that it’s out there..”

She vigorously shakes her head. “No.. No, no, no, no..” She stands up from the bed. “We are not staying married..” He goes to open his mouth to speak again but she points her finger at him. “Don’t even think about it, Kiszka. We are not staying married. This isn’t us.. It was a drunken mistake.” She says before making her way to the bathroom.

He scoffs and shakes his head. “It’s like that one Friends episode–where Ross and Rachel get drunk and get married.”

She peers around the threshold of the bathroom. “Jacob, I swear to god–if you pull a Ross move and don’t get this marriage annulled or whatever–I will kill you.”

“Would it be that bad to be married to me?”

“It’s just weird, Jake.” She comes back out of the bathroom brushing her hair. “You and me? We always were friends–just friends. There was never anything more..”

“You seriously make it sound like being married to me would be so awful,” He says as he lays on his back on the bed. “Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position right now?”

She smacks him with the pillow and he laughs. “Then go find one of them.”

He tosses the pillow off of himself and sits up. He grabs hold of her and pulls her to stand in between his legs. He looks up at her and smiles that goofy smile of his.

“What?” She says looking down at him.

“Nothing, just looking at my beautiful wife.”

She rolls her eyes and pulls away from him. “I am not your wife.”

“Well according to the great state of Nevada, you are.”

She groans falling onto the bed and covering her face with her arms. She feels the bed move as Jake’s body shifts and soon she feels the pressure of his weight and the heat of body as he hovers above her. She moves her arms to see his face just a few centimeters from hers.

“What are you doing?” She says.

“We’ll be married for two weeks, maybe a little longer–so I propose that we make the most of it.”

“Are you serious right now?”

He nods his head. “Yes.”

“You had your fun last night.”

“I remember none of it.” He says. “Do you?” She shakes her head. “So come on, let’s have a little fun.”

“You’re insane.”

“No, I’m horny.”

“Jacob!” She shouts, slapping his shoulder. He laughs, his head dropping. From his laughter, his body shakes against hers and she can feel a bulge inside of his pants. “Geez, Jake.. You are horny.”

“I told you.”

The two of them fall into silence.

Only staring at each other.

Giving in, she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls his face down to her and she kisses him. He kisses her back and adds more passion to it. His hands slip up underneath her shirt and as he softly grinds his hips into hers. He removes his mouth from hers and brings them down to her neck where he leaves soft kisses before sucking on her skin and nipping at it.

He moves away from her and pulls her with him as he stands up. He grabs the ends of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head before tossing it to the floor. She reaches for his shirt and pulls it off. He pushes her back down on the bed and attaches his lips to her neck once more and begins to leave a trail down to her chest. He nips at the skin of her left breast eliciting a moan from her lips. He cups your other breast in his hand.

“Thank you for not wearing a bra..” He murmurs against her breast. “I love seeing your nipples peek through your shirt, almost always on display.” He sucks on her nipple as he massages her other breast.

Pulling away once more, he grabs hold of the waistband of her shorts and undoes the button and zipper before pulling them down her legs and discarding them to the floor. His eyes grow wide as he stares down at her pelvis.

“And no underwear?”

“I ran out of clean underwear.”

A loud laugh escapes from his throat as he throws his head back. “Thank goodness for that.”

He goes to reach for her but she holds him back by placing the flat of her foot to his bare chest. “Not. So. Fast.”

“What?”

“Pants. Off. Now.”

“Three syllables.” He nods his head. “Got it.” He reaches for his pants and unzips them before pushing them down his hips and legs and kicking them off.

“Boxers too.”

He sighs and pulls down his boxers and gets rids of them too. “Happy?”

“Mmhmm!” She hums, nodding her head. She moves her foot away from his chest and wraps her leg around his waist and pulls him to her. He chuckles and grabs her hips. He takes his hand and drags his fingers through her folds.

“Baby, you’re so wet.”

“Jake..” She whines.

“Aw you want me in you?” She nods her head. “My fingers?” She nods her head again. He teases her entrance with the tips of his index and middle fingers before slowly inserting them. He swirls his fingers before dragging them down her walls. Her back arches as she claws at his arms. “Oh you like that..” He notes.

Slowly he begins to pump his fingers in and out of her as he leans over to kiss her. His thumb presses against her clit causing a moan to escape out of her mouth.

“Jake..” She whispers.

“Mmhmm?” He hums as he keeps pumping his fingers.

“I need you… In me…”

“Need what in you?” She cups his cock quickly and harshly making him flinch and groan. “Fuck.. Question answered…”

Shifting himself in between her legs, he lines himself up with her entrance and slowly slides inside. She lowly moans, her fingers digging into his back.

“You feel so good,” He says as he pounds himself harder into her. “So warm..” He attaches his lips to her neck and gently nips at it before sucking on it.

“Please, Jake.. Don’t stop..” She pleads as she claws at his body.

“Wasn’t planning on it..” He says as he plants his forearms on the bed beside her head to give himself more leverage.

She feels him hitting all of the right spots eliciting moans from deep inside of her. “Jake, right there.”

“Yeah?”

She nods her head. “Mmmm, yeah–fuck..”

Feeling the tightness in her core and the tingling feeling vibrating through her veins, she clutches tighter to Jake as she feels the orgasm rip through her body. He doesn’t stop, he keeps thrusting into her as he coaches her through it.

“You’re so good.. You take me so well.. That’s it baby..” He groans, his fists clenched tightly to the bedsheets. “Fuck you feel so warm, feels so good feeling you spill over my cock..” His release comes just seconds later but he doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting into her even though both of their orgasms came and gone. She doesn’t care. She loves the feeling of him inside of her.

Eventually he pulls out of her and falls down on the bed beside her. His chest rapidly rises and falls as he relaxes his body and calms his breathing. He turns his head to look at her and finds her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Are you okay?” He asks her.

She nods her head and turns to face him. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She says. “Just..processing..”

He scoffs and smiles. “Processing?”

“Yeah..”

“What are you processing?”

“All of this..” She says waving her hands around in the air above her face. “Maybe being married to you for a few weeks wouldn’t hurt..”

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tigers-eyes-26 · 1 year

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Fire-Flower Field

“There’s a huge universe out there, with a lot of galaxies.” Peach turned to look out at the stars and fire flower field. Mario turned with her. He didn’t know what to add to that. So, he rocked on his heels and admired the scenery. Toad had been playing the flute and it added to the moment. In the back of Mario’s mind, he wondered if the song was a love song from the toad people.

He hoped his silence didn’t weird the princess out. He blushed and cleared his throat. “Sooo… uh how do you use these flowers.” He bent over to touch the flower like the princess had.

“WAIT!” Mario jumped back at her outburst. He looked at her wide eyed. Her face was wide eyed as well. “You’ll burn!”

“But, but, but.” He bumbled.

“I know but I have eaten the stem before.” Mario looked at her confused. She bent down and blew out a fire flower then picked it. “Once you eat the stem your body will be able to handle the power that comes from the flower.” She pulled the head off of the flower and handed Mario the stem. He looked up at her unsure. Then back at the stem. Then he looked at Toad who gave him a quick nod. He looked back at the stem.

He gave a sigh and grumbled. Peach looked at him expectantly. He opened his mouth and lightly put the stem in and bit down.

His mouth exploded with stinging. His eyes started to water. “AH!” He spit the greenery out. Peach and Toad burst into laughter. Peach doubled over and toad slapped his knee. “Ahhhh!” His mouth was burning! He stuck out his tongue and tried to fan it off.

Peach gave Toad a high-five. “Aha! She got chu man!”

Mario could hardly pay attention to their ribbing; he danced around trying to cool off his mouth.

Peach pushed Toad to go ahead and help the poor man. Toad dug around in his pack and got out a jar of white liquid and offered it to Mario. Mario in turn backed away from the little mushroom man shaking his head and hands.

“It’s just milk man! It will help the spice.” The toad held up the jar again.

Mario reached for the jar only to stop halfway. “MILK FROM WHAT ANIMAL!” He jerked his hand away.

Toad and Peach exchanged looks. “A moomoo.” They said at the same time.

Mario looked even more distressed. “What’s a moomoo? You mean a cow?!?”

The two Mushroom Kingdom residents looked at each other confused. “What’s a cow?” Toad asked.

Peach came in to explain. “A moomoo is a big round black and white animal that eats grass and produces milk for its young. A moomoo.” She flipped her hands around as if it was obvious.

Mario swiped the jar out of Toads hands. “Ya well, we call those cows were I’m from!” He got the lid off and chugged the milk. He immediately felt better. His mouth would sting every once in awhile, but it was bearable.

Toad hopped up to Mario. “She got you good! Fire flower stems are the spiciest thing in the world! It’s a delicacy in some places!”

Mario looked at him incredulously. “People eat that willingly?!”

“Yeah! Yeah! You know that desert place we got some supplies at? The one with the upside-down pyramid? The first time I was there they showed me how to make fire flower stems into a sauce!”

That made sense to Mario, it was like hot peppers. And that place reminded him of old pictures of Mexico from his history textbooks. Except for the pyramids. This place was just a mash up of everything.

“It’s a really interesting process actually….” Toad continued to ramble on.

Peach slid up to Mario. She chuckled and nudged him. “Sorry, I just had to.”

Mario wiped the sweat off his face. “You better watch your back princess! If you ever come to Brooklyn, I might have to get you back!” He chuckled goodheartedly.

Peach gently grabbed his wrist. “I’ll be sure to never eat anything you hand me.” She softly pulled him toward the nearest fire flower.

Mario let himself be guided by the princess. “Aww… no, you gotta to eat the food there! It’s some of the best in the world!”

Peach held his hand close to the head of the fire flower. The magic caught hold of his hand and quickly dispersed though his body. He looked down at his now red overalls and white shirt. he twisted in front of the princess. “Not bad, eh?” He held his hand out flat and a fire ball appeared. He stared at it in wonder and made it dance around his hand. “We may have good food in Brooklyn, but it is nothing compared to the magic youse got here!” Mario threw the ball of fire but didn’t pay attention to where he was throwing it.

Toad jumped up and out of the way just in time. “HEY! WATCH IT!” Mario gave an apologetic smile and Peach laughed.

After their meal that was cooked up by Toad, they all laid down on the grass to sleep for the night. The fire flower power kept him warm even though there was a slight chill in the air. Mario laid on his back looking up at the tree leaves against the sky. He could feel a pair of eyes on him. He twisted and saw Toad staring at him laying on his belly, face in his hand, and feet lackadaisically swinging in the air.

“Soooooo……” the enthusiastic mushroom started. “Do you like her?” He shifted his eyes between the princess and the plumber.

Mario panicked and looked at the princess’ back that was turned to him. “She’s asleep dude.” Mario gave him a look and hand gesture that said, ‘how can you tell?’

Toad ignored the look. “Do you like her?” he asked again.

Mario squinted his eyes at the little man for a minute then answered. “She’s nice…. A little crazy but this whole place has been crazy!”

Toad waved his hands “Yeah Yeah Yeah everyone says she is nice…” he adopted a suave tone “But do you like like her?”

“What do you mean? Like a crush?”

Toad could hardly contain himself. “YEAh Man!!!”

Mario shushed the exuberant toad for fear the subject of their conversation would wake up. Toad quickly put a hand over his own mouth. But raised his eyebrows at Mario asking him to answer.

“I just met her.”

“So!?!”

“So, I would need to get to know her more. There are steps to these things. Haven’t you ever had a crush on someone?”

Toads face got serious. “I have dedicated my whole life to the journey of discovering new and exciting foods.”

“Right right you were a chef at a…uh family-owned café” he rotated his hands as he recalled what Toad had told them earlier in the trip. “And now a ‘world traveling food adventurer.’” Mario put in air quotes. “Whatever that is…” he added quietly. “So, you’ve never had a crush?”

“Nope. never. That’s why I gotta know from my best friend what is it like?”

Mario vaguely gestured his hands around as if that would explain it. Toad gave him a disappointed look. “Look I don’t know how to explain it!” He crossed his arms and turned back to the leaves.

“Have you ever had a girlfriend?” Toad blurted out accusatorially.

Mario flipped over and pointed a finger at Toad. “Yes! I’ve had a girlfriend! She was the student body president in high school and 3 years older than me.” He said defensively.

Toad loved where this was going. “Oh oh oh! What was her name?”

“Pauline.” Mario grumbled.

“What happened?”

“She went off to collage and eventually became the mayor.”

“WHAT no way!?” Toad exclaimed.

Mario shushed Toad again but then continued. “Yep.”

“Have you had a girlfriend ever since?”

Mario frowned and waved the question off. “Nah, got too busy.”

“Oh? with plumbing?”

“No. Me and Luigi had many different jobs before we were plumbers. Delivery boys, we were even dog walker there for a moment, waiters for a small local Italian restaurant, we were janitors at a boxing ring, we worked at a cement factory once, we tried to be mail men but that didn’t work out, we worked at a bottling plant once but broke too many glass bottles, we built cabinetry, our last job was construction workers and then we said ‘You know what? We are sick of working for others, let’s work for ourselves!’ that is when we became plumbers.” Mario heard a soft sound. He looked up and saw that Toad had fallen asleep and was now curled up in a ball.

Mario smiled, now he could sleep without being pestered. He laid back on his back getting ready to sleep when he heard. “What is high school?” Mario sat up quickly to see Peach had turned toward him.

His cheeks burned red and not from the fire flower power. “Eheheh….. how much of that conversation did you hear?”

“All of it, I wasn’t asleep.” She stated simply. Mario wanted to crawl in a hole. “I know what school is but is high school a special thing or what?” Peach was either unfazed by the crush talk or was blatantly ignoring it in order to get her question answered.

Mario took a deep breath. He decided he would also ignore the fact that Toad thought he had a crush on the princess. “So high school is just school that you go to when you turn 14…” he begun to explain.

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Author's notes: I just wanted this scene a little bit longer.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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hello! I hope you're doing great there 💓 what about a Sevika who's really interested in reader, but reader doesn't seem to be affected by her flirting and all but-- definitely is very into Sevika and internally screaming at every attempt?

Aha, a tsundere, got it.

Pairing: Sevika x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, flirting, hand kisses, dating, protectiveness

A/N: I would not be able to keep my cool. I would explode.

Sevika is used to people openly making heart eyes for her and staring at her because they want her to look their way

You don't, even when she comes up to you and compliments you

It's odd to her, but also a fun challenge, if you're playing hard to get she can play that game with you and she plans to win

She always comes up to you first and offers to buy you a drink

When you give a nod and tell her it's fine that she's close to you she will lean in and give you a kiss on the cheek

You have to close your eyes for a little while longer than normal to calm down and not show how much you like it

You like her chasing you for a change and trying so hard for you

Whenever she has to leave she will kiss your hand and wink at you promising to be back, so don't get too lonely without her

As soon as she's out of sight you hide your face in your hands and swoon from her flirting and complements

She sees you're visibly uncomfortable with others being as close to you as she is so she wards them away

You're the one to ask her out not the other way around

It's only when you're on your date that you let her see how flustered she makes you, much to her delight

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane headcanons #arcane imagines #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #sevika headcanon #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #league of legends imagine #league of legends headcanons

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kirchefuchs · 11 months

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I really went from "overanalyzing the endings" to "overanalyzing your AU" to "overanalyzing songs" Imfao

anyway so "despair" by leo.

(to those of you who enjoy the song because it feels aro, I'm not saying that Despair is solely a romantic song :'] this is just me overanalyzing it by putting good ol' Pollux into the thought process. sorry if this offends anybody :( )

I decided to, quite literally, overanalyze it

aha anyways

so the chorus, right? the first time the chorus ("it's not romantic, I swear; I'm not gasping for air" up until "it might be closer to despair") is sung, it sounds calmer — more certain that whatever The Narrator's feeling is the farthest thing from romantic. It might be a coding bug, possibly a soon-to-be fixed programming error — just anything that doesn't even try to hint at possible romance. The Narrator is but an AI and that's that.

but as the song progresses, it's like The Narrator is slowly starting to realize that crap, he likes this. Crap, he's actually enjoying this new and odd feeling of sincerity.

This can literally be shown in these lines, which happen a few moments after the first chorus:

"Get your heart away from me, you'll put me into a trance

"And even though I think about you day and night

"I'm not sure if this whole love thing sounds quite right"

The Narrator is in love and he doesn't even know how to accept it, not to mention that he's never actually felt anything up until the time when he finally decided to make a physical form for himself. Accepting this strange feeling of comfort and these odd butterflies in his stomach as love just might feel a bit weird to him. What if he's wrong? What then? Who would he turn to for help with understanding these feelings? Certainly not Stanley — that would mean confessing to him, and The Narrator hated that thought.

So what does he do? He tries not to think about it. Maybe if he ignored these feelings that definitely do not exist, they'll go away somehow. Yes. That's the perfect plan.

And then, all of a sudden, it's the second time that the chorus is sung. The music feels light-hearted, but it's definitely less calmer than before. Like there's a touch of something — a touch of a feeling that The Narrator just might be forcing himself to avoid.

And thus, the chorus has a more different meaning in comparison to the first time it was sung.

"'Cause it's not romantic, I swear. I'm not gasping for air

"I want you to be here but please don't come near

"'cause even though I'm pretty sure my head's exploding, I'm not ready for hand-holding

"It's not love, I swear — it might be closer to despair."

The reality sets in as the lyrics is sung. Even if The Narrator truly loves Stanley, he still can't be with him, can he? The worry in him settles, as dreadfully slow as it was. The Narrator is just an AI, even with the name Stanley gave him (Pollux), he will still remain that way — artificially intelligent.

sentience: hey there

anywho this is all for me, I have another idea I wanna send lol

— 🅰️non || 06/11/2023

I'm gonna level with you man. I've never heard this song. I live under a metaphorical rock. Sounds cool though. This makes me wonder what songs you might put in a playlist if your made one for my Stanley and Narrator....... *wink wink, nudge nudge*

This sounds super interesting though and I might have to listen to this song later (I love your ideas so so much). As for now, this ask made me really wanna draw Pollux in a dramatic pose so here that is

I love this lil guy so much ♡

Side note: I have reliable information that as of me answering this, it is your birthday? If this is true, then happy birthday 🅰️non!!! Congratulations at surviving another year, let's see if you can make it though another!!!!

#fanart #tspud #the stanley parable #tsp #ask #tsp narrator #tspud narrator #digital art #traditional art #🅰️non #kirche rambles

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sampo · 6 months

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SLAMS TABLE. I LOVE ELATION BUT NOT AHA

okay prefacing this I haven't finished swarm disaster yet BUT I am finishing it. on swarm 4's communing trail levels right now so rest assured I'm getting there.

anyways.

I'm clearing swarm 4, as you do, and get the elation 2 aeon meeting. which! is cool! I only need one more aeon meeting (preservation 2) to finish those off! but aha then gives me three cosmic big lottos, which, when you destroy objects, have a chance of giving curios (buffs, essentially) as well as breaking and reducing your character's health and energy to one.

and then aha drops me in a fucking adventure domain, specifically the one I have to destroy objects to clear.

how fun!

so I clear it. full marks of course, I have IL and he makes clearing those a breeze. and all of my characters are at 1 health and no energy.

and I have to clear a swarm domain (a domain you have to fight to clear) with my characters like that in order to get a communing trail level (rubert 3 cometh).

I weigh the risks. Do I do it, or not? Should I risk the run?

I risk the run, of course!

I enter the battle, wary. Three bugs.

I wait out the mitosis warning, another spawns, and hit elation path resonance. All of them die.

Yes, I think, saved!

Wave 2/2.

Fuck!

march dies, because she's at one health of course she does.

bailu revives her. a shield auto-applies because she's below 35% hp if I recall the blessing (buff) correctly.

then they start focusing march. which is very good, because she's the only party member with a shield and health. her counters trigger, dealing a bit of damage.

now it's my turn.

topaz skill on the one with the least health. it dies and explodes. march shield on clara. bailu heal of course because all of my characters are low health. clara skill, aoe damage, killing another. it explodes as well, taking the rest with it.

battle ended.

how the hell did any of that work.

I exit the domain, enter respite, grab the healing objects, heal up my team, and take a quick break from star rail before I go on to the swarm boss and kick its ass.

lessons learned: elation path awesome, aha's a tricksy devil.

I love this game [/genuine].

#ceilingtalks #honkai star rail #hsr #maintagging this I deserve it.#hsrliveblog

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hideyseek · 5 months

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3, 29, and 30 for ao3 wrapped please!

craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaab hiiii hi hi hiiii hi hiiii hi hi hi hiii !! :3 hehe of course i love to fucking TALK about writing myself.

putting this under a cut bc it is the longest fucking thing in existence ahahaha. and also um, its moderately pretentious sorry! i sure am a guy who can talk about writing for like, seven bajillion years

ao3 wrapped

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

oooough hmm, kind of a tough one for me since i feel like there's a couple. but i'll go with this arthur/cobb drabble i wrote for wicked inception week 4. i hadn't known prior to this that i could write smut without writing it specifically to like ... be hot in some way. but in the end this was so much more like, emotions / character stuff happening and the sex was just a way to get to that information. that was cool. and secondarily, the process of writing this was one draft of like, technically a fic but genuinely incoherent, and a second draft of, oh, okay, this is different but its way more clear. which is also just like, a really nice reassurance that all the craft book reading and trudging through rough drafts of other projects really has strengthened my ability (for short fics at least) to get to the understanding of what i'm really trying to do in a fic. (it's here on the gdoc w/ everyone else's submissions if ur curious! warnings: semi-explicit sexual content, unequal power dynamics)

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

hmm aha, well. this year i wrote a LOT of not-quite-there rough draft material for a bunch of different projects which mm, if i comb through it all i will explode out of poorly timed insecurity. so, maybe a bit of a cop-out but here's a bit i wrote yesterday night that made me go: ohh okay, this is going to be fujioka's relationship with violence in this fic. so, favorite recent thing, i suppose:

Fujioka reaches over to take the last section of Haiji’s tangerine. Clean hands, trimmed nails. “We got one,” he says, chewing. “One— what?” There’s a bandage on Fujioka’s cheek, bloody at the edge. Haiji looks at it, and something chokes its way up his throat. “One of their guys, of course.” Fujioka’s face shifts into a grin, boyishly pleased with himself. A stitch breaks under the bandage and the gauze bloodies. “He tried to make a run for it, and you know we couldn’t have that.” Kakeru, Haiji thinks, and he can’t say a word.

favorite line in ^ is probably "A stitch breaks under the bandage and the gauze bloodies." i just. love VERBS!!!

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

ok truly SO MANY FUCKING SURPRISES while writing this year!!! but here i'll talk about all the smut writing, hehe. like!! the fact that i sat down and went "ok i guess i'll learn to write smut" is still SO surprising to me (crab this is like. 88% your influence i must tell you!!! like i guess the spark was in me all along or whatever but if u didn't run bcsdp this would never have happened to me, or would have taken much longer, etc). which then led to like ... some really wonderful conversations with irl and fandom friends, and then led to me doing wicked inception (smut drabble fest) and developing OPINIONS on how i like my smut written which i had NEVER HAD BEFORE IN MY LIFE (which. idk maybe i will go into later haha, probably i'll end up blogging about it as i write this arthurcobb fic). SPEAKING OF! wicked then got me to unlock a crucial emotional component to this arthurcobb fic that i've been trying to write since like, 2021!!! (this is long to me) and now -- that whole fic is ... WRITABLE. like i still know next to nothing about it except the premise and that there needs to be fucked up sex in there haha, but like. I HAVE ENOUGH SKILLS TO START IT NOW. like bwaaaaa truly it was just this INCREDIBLE domino effect from like, august (???) through to now that i would never have expected in my life whatsoever!!! ah so i guess really, thank you very much, i'm really glad you did that!!!! (<- bit of an understatement)

#hidey speaks #hidey talks fic #ask game

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ilovebeingaturtle · 1 year

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Oooh au! If you've got any, what are some random little facts about your au that you want to talk about but don't have a specific place for?

!! Oo fun thank you for asking :D!!! I’m just going to list facts off the top of my head and also take this as an opportunity to post more art for this AHA, hope that’s okay!!

First fact is Mona Lisa! She’s the fun fact I just love her, in this she was a human turned mutant, however she’s been living out in space because she doesn’t want to face the life she left behind on earth and at least here among all the aliens she fits in, that’s angsty though who cares she’s scrungly

Donnie in this AU has a robotic tail! For lab assistance and balance reasons (and definitely not because he thinks it makes him look like a dinosaur and dinosaurs are cool)

Somehow, over the course of plotting out my Purple Dragons storyline-I ended up with Kendra/Angel?? As a potential ship??? So that’s fun?!

The boys have mystic powers like in Rise! Or an equivalent to that, so far I’ve only drawn up a reference sheet for Raph’s though

Also yeah on the topic of that loser, like that last picture says Raph also gets Krang-ified at one point and he looks like this. Bro goes full feral

Other lil fun? Facts? Just off the top of my head?

Rise!Casey has a counterpart in this, but this time she’s the one from an apocalyptic future, she’s regular Casey’s little sister and in the “bad timeline” has a chainsaw that explodes as a weapon! Cause she’s worth it

1987 TMNT was obviously a big? Source of ideas? And I also yoinked a lot of the cast from that specific version, like Kala, Mikey’s love interest from 87, also exists in this! Cause I love her, she becomes a cyborg later on because fuck it

Leo and Raph both get to go on the adventure of each other’s dreams. Raph gets to go to space solo, which makes Leo salty, but then thanks to Hueso and the plotline I have for him Leo gets to go a pirate arc, which makes Raph salty

Mikey is a sea turtle in this! Hence why he’s bigger than the others, and to keep with the theme he has a mutant pet cat made out of water! Named Maxwell, after 87!Mikey’s pet goldfish of course

#thank you so much for asking!!!! aaa!#!#Maeverse AU #the Mona Lisa art is old when I was first sketching her I need to redo it JSJ

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ayotamacorner · 1 year

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I would love to hear all your thoughts on Hop. All of them. Use the full word allowance(/lh)

ohhhhh my god you have no idea what you're asking of me.

thoughts under the cut cuz this post got long ehe. thank you for the opportunity my brain was going to explode <3

ok hop is DEFINITELY one of my favorite rivals in the franchise (at least out of what ive played aha) and has some of the best character development to me. i know sometimes the writing in swsh is a bit clunky but idc, the context is more than strong enough ok. heads up some of my own hcs might creep in here but i can't help it i have so many thoughts abt him all day

FIRST OF ALL the idea of our rival being the champion's younger brother is really great. i love love love it. hop starts off as borderline worshipping leon and fully believing himself to be destined to follow in his footsteps as champion. and why wouldn't he!! he grew up watching his awesome big brother on the tv, seeing how powerful and happy he looks, and his mom probably echoed a lot of those praises back at him as he grew up. lots of "oh, you're going to be just like your brother when you're older, aren't you?" especially when he's had his own first pokemon (wooloo<3) for a while by the game's start!!! like dude!!! this guy has big dreams and he's probably never had anyone tell him otherwise, he's barely had any exposure to anything else, of /course/ he's gonna think he's meant for this!

and we know from some of sonia's dialogue in the games that leon "practically raised" hop, and there's really no other father figure to be seen, so. just saying his only real guy role model is his bro like. of course he's gonna idolize the hell out of him

and i think that starting him off as this cocky and honestly kind of full-of-himself personality while still being a good kid at heart is a really cool thing, /especially/ when we get to see how his character develops through the story!!!!! his loss to bede paired with his repeated losses to the player /and/ his first gym loss at circhester is such a major hit to him, and we /see/ that!

seeing take wooloo off of his team is SO IMPACTFUL because it's shows how desperate and conflicted he feels! we see the cracks in his confidence forming and it culminated in this harsh move of removing his #1 pokemon, the one he's had since childhood, just to try and he stronger! he's grappling with having the idea of this dream he's been wanting his entire life shaken /and/ repeated losses /and/ the stress of trying to follow in his brother's footsteps?? the feeling that he's letting leon down, that he's not good enough?? that he's somehow a stain on leon's reputation just by being himself??

BRO!!!!!!! break my heart in half why don't you!!!

that moment honestly cemented him as one of my favs. just seeing him that desperate to win </3 and then the satisfaction of seeing dubwool leading his team afterwards, when he's realized that even if he does want to win, it won't matter if he's not doing it his own way. seeing dubwool again was like getting to see his arc starting to come full circle, not nearly as unshakably confident as before, but /genuine/ for probably one of the first parts of his story!

facing him in your battle is so great </3 seeing him emulate leon's movements like the little cheek slaps and when in the way he's animated directing his pokemon is so sweet. you really see that all he wants is to live up to this unreachable shadow he's lived under his whole life, and it's so heartbreaking to beat him!! seeing him get frustrated and pull himself together!! knowing that he still cheered you on in the champion battle, knowing you took that dream from him, because really, it's not even what he wanted. we see that at the end of the game when he takes on the research position under sonia, when he's finally able to act genuinely and start exploring interests that are his own rather than those he's grown up idolizing.

who knows if being a professor is really his passion?? who knows if he won't switch career tracks 4 more times in his life?? that's the power of it!! he had nothing else to look up to his whole childhood, so he never really let himself think about those things. at the end of the game he's finally doing it just for himself, to explore himself as a person, not just as a carbon copy of his brother! he gets to tell his own story instead of following the path of leon's and it's so good!!! thinking abt how he can flourish as a person, how scary it might be to finally be without a set path in front of him but simultaneously how freeing it might feel!!

i could talk abt him for DAYS

AUGH. he is so underrated </3 i hate how much hate he gets, it's unwarranted. yes some of the writing is weird yes some dialogue could be better written, but hop's character is just so interesting!!

i have so many headcanons abt him and leon and sonia and like. everyone but <3 here are some hop thoughts thank u for indulging me <333

#deerdeardarling #thank youu <33 #i have so many thoughts abt him every day <33 #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #pkmn swsh #swsh #hop swsh #tama talks

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nayialovecat · 3 months

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Nimona :/

Ok, we finally watched Nimona and I admit that I'm a bit disappointed - mainly with the plot and the world that has no right to function.

After everyone was raving about this movie, I really expected something much better. I will only point out a few of the biggest logical, plot and world building errors (warning: spoilers):

The queen is dead - where is the mourning? Where's the new queen or king? She died and people were like "aha, so we have a villain in the city now" and continued their lives? What the hell?

For a thousand-year-old being, Nimona acts like they're been in some kind of hibernation for 99% of those thousand years. They have no experience, no knowledge, and basically… nothing. Personally, I bet that they are a descendant of a monster and are younger than their "main" form. That would make more sense.

Where are the older knights? The new ones were only choosed when the old ones died or what? And if only the descendants of the original team became knights - how come there were still so many of them? Within a thousand years, at least half of these families should be extinct!

So the city really had no contact with the outside world? How on earth was it self-sustaining? Okay, with the technology they could do it - but not in medieval times, damn it! Read how many hectares of land are needed to feed the appropriate number of cows to feed 700,000 people. Man! Seriously!

Since apparently there was ONLY this one kingdom in the whole world, why was it called a kingdom - yes A KINGDOM, even not THE KINGDOM (by the way, it had no other name, lol), but also - who did they trade with at the end? And if there were other countries - why didn't they try to contact this one?

Nimona and Ballister gain evidence of the principal's guilt IN THE DIGITAL VERSION. Ballister doesn't want to share the recording online - but WHY can't he send it to his lover VIA EMAIL? Fucking hell… The technology in this world is advanced but only works when there is a plot need. It hurts so much.

Horses that magically appear when the epicness of the scene requires it and disappear when something could happen to them (then we have exploding flying scooters).

Please, did they only post this short fragment of the principal's statement online, or were the animators simply lazy? Why didn't they include the scene of Nimona changing from lover back to themself - then it would be clear that they couldn't have been the principal when she confessed. Am I the only one who sees the idiocy here?

The principal's motivation doesn't make any sense. I'm not saying anything more here. Her whole plan simply exists to create a plot problem, giving an excuse for fights, betrayals, dramatic scenes and the deaths of other characters. Bleh.

Ballister attack on Nimona have no sens also. Bleh.

People. Don't. Act. That. Way. They don't forgive because the monster saved their lives when he previously almost destroyed the city.

And finally, two more comments about the Polish translation: flattering and unflattering. Unflattering: why "dyrektora". What's wrong with the word "dyrektorka"? I mean, I know what it's about, the fucking linguistic political hypercorrectness, but… When I first heard the phrase "dyrektora", I thought it was just slang. At school we called the principal "dyro" - I thought that was what it was about. Political hypercorrectness disgusts me in this case. And flattering one: Nimona's pronouns. In the Polish version, they talk about themself in the neuter gender - and that's cool. But others call them "she". And here's a big plus in that: a) there's no saying "that's not my pronoun, use proper one!!!", which actually gets tiring, b) there's no exaggeration in the other direction, i.e. Nimona calls themself "ono" once and then everyone magically knows to address them with this form (this is also what irritates me in TV series, that no one is ever wrong - unless they use the plot to justify it or is needed conflic about that). So here I consider translations to be a plus, I don't know if it was the same in English, but it's a tiny plus for Polish translators. Good job.

Let it not be so harsh. The movie has good moments. I think the animation is wonderful. The dialogues are even funny. There are nice character designs. I like the romance between Ballister and Ambrosius. There are some really cute scenes that I liked (e.g. a possessed child, a scene with an otter - although at first I thought it was a hydra - similar words in Polish "wydra" and "hydra") and a few texts that made me laugh (somewhere at the end there was "leave the kid and run away" from some random characters - I laughed at this). But overall… the movie disappointed me. This was not what I expected after so many praises in its honor. And the main (I assume it was supposed to be the main) thread about tolerance and respecting others, no matter who they are, completely disappeared.

#Nimona #Nayia not recommends #sadly :c #spoilers

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You hear loud noises coming from the kitchen. Drawers being opened and shoved close, metallic clattering, glass shattering, a cacophony of other things happening and suddenly... Complete silence. As you stand behind your door, your ear pressed to it, you listen... There's a "fwiiip" sound... Another "fwiiip". Someone grumbles "C'm'on... You little..." Fwiii- VRRRRRRRRRR- That's a chainsaw. You run out of your room. You do not usually keep a chainsaw in your kitchen, that much you were certain of, but the question was more: who the hell was using a chainsaw in your kitchen?!! As you run, your footsteps alert the intruders, and you hear one of them shout the order to flee the scene. When you arrive, everything is weirdly neat and tidy. There is something amiss. You start looking everywhere and you eventually find a lone piece of paper on the counter. It's one of those Mutual Bingo sheets. This one's still empty, though. You stare at it, squinting. You turn the scrap- Aha! The culprits have signed their crime! It's... You squint harder. Yeah, that's definitely a cowboy hat... And a bomb. And... an exploding lollipop. Oh wait, there's a message at the bottom: "To pass the time while we sharpen some IPC teeth in the name of anti-capitalism <3" The message is specifically signed with a rose. You knew you should have seen this coming. Feeling what might be the start of a headache, you:

.... heave a sigh, relieved that I didn't find the kitchen furniture in pieces at least. Well, I'm always up for anti-capitalism, and a good bingo sheet too. I sit down at the intact table with a pink marker specially selected for the Rose Mutual and consider my answers carefully.

I raise the marker, lost in thought. Without warning, the chair and table split apart into hundreds of near-identical cubes, as if it has been made out of small dice from the start and was only made to look like a table and chairs. The cabinets and fixtures soon follow suit, as well as the floor.

I clutch the marker and paper tightly as the deluge of dice whisks me away into the abyss. I wonder how I'll get this posted once I arrive at my destination, I think, reading the squares over again and marking them with little hearts. Oh well. I'm sure that'll be the least of my worries. I try not to make eye contact with a few others nearby, all of us awash on the currents of chance.

I'll mark an address on it, at least. Maybe the universe will see fit to pass it along. I write "littlekiara96.tumblr.com" at the top and fold it into a paper airplane. The wind whisks it away into a miniature wormhole. I lean over and let my hand drift through the current of dice. They are cool to the touch but the corners and edges soon batter my knuckles, and I shake my stinging hands. I sigh. These trips always take so long, too. I'm not looking forward to the walk back...

You awake in the morning peacefully, but there's an odd sensation on your face. You swat at it, certain it's your cat, but your hand hits a folded piece of paper instead. You blink. It's far too early for this type of silliness. Who put a paper airplane on your face? You unfold the plane, yawning, and read what's inside.

It's the mutual bingo sheet you left behind! You're surprised it made it back safely, but perhaps you shouldn't be, all things considered.

#long post #as i do these I'm realizing i need everyone to like me all the time so much and also that is embarrassing to reveal that about me...#so consider that checked on all of them but now I'm too shy to mark it for real ><#<33333 this is fun!!!#my brain went into memory bubble mode i think lol #hehe #was it rose and sampo and someone else in my kitchen? u don't have to say I'm just curious #mutual shenanigans #mail call #ask games

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i feel like ghostbur would do that thing where he asks both of them if they're free a certain day and then when they both say yes he goes "great! i'm not free then so you guys can hang out" and then just Leaves and pogbur looks like he just found his 13th reason and lmanbur is just like wut now

yeahhh lmaooooo ghostbur would, he wud ...... Pogbur n Lmanbur meet up somewhere and Ghostbur calls them like "hi i cant make it so u two have fun !!!" and pogbur wants to explode. lmanbur just looks at him like "why does ghostbur keep doing this?" <- he NOTICED pogbur tries to avoid the question like "i . well i dont know, you know how he is. crazy bastard am i right aha ha ha -" <- lmanbur also notices this is a weird reaction lmanbur thinks this is kinda weird but obviously somethins up so he just goes along with it like "well since ghostbur is busy, you're welcome to join me, i still want a drink." <- v nonchalant, so cool so cool.

#ask #sry i started to ramble adjkggkjda #theyre going get drunk at 10am #cw drinking for the tag

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systemfailuretpd · 11 months

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Sketch and Dia: You’re not supposed to be here!!

Sketch: Get out. It’s not even safe for you!

Dia: What about you? I don’t even know who you are?!

Sketch: My throat has already been slashed

Dia: (Holds out soul reader)

Sketch: Don’t point that at me. Don’t do it. No do not-

Dia: (Drops soul reader as it explodes onto many parts)

Sketch: what did I tell you? Looks like you’ll have to go grab a spare… wait- don’t tell me- YOU ONLY HAD ONE?!

Dia: Yeah I didn’t think someone would wreck it on me-

Sketch: Oh no no no I didn’t do shit! I told you not to! Do you not understand your not supposed to point those things at spirits for a reason?! Did they not teach you this because they didn’t realize demons can see us?

Dia: I’m- I’m not a demon!

Sketch: aha well then point the device at yourself and we’ll see what soul you have- oh wait… it’s busted I wonder why?

Dia: I didn’t know!

Sketch: I told you not to!

Dia: I didn’t think it would explode!!

One: Shut the fuck up!

[One crawls out in the top wall hole and looks at Dia, followed by two who stays silent, three comes out as well,]

Three: whatever spooked your fighting with is probably winning by the sounds of it!

Four crawls out of the smallest hole

One: Oh- that’s it you woke up the baby! (Slowly goes towards Dia)

Dia: Two?? You’re not going to stop him?

Two: You are trespassing,

One continues to ‘walk’ towards Dia,

Dia: Listen Eric we can talk about this!

Three: Wasn’t that your old name?

Two: yes,

Three: Heh, cool, mine use to be Bathomist

Two: (thinks about this for a moment then looks absolutely confused about how to respond to that)

Three: What about you four? What was your old name?

Four: Oh uh… Dec

Three: Oh was that a nickname? What was it for? Destin-

Four: Deceased

[Both two and three are in a state of shock]

Two: No wonder you both wanted to start over,

#script for something but refuses to elaborate #failure #system failure #wtts

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shiningdesignersreflections · 1 year

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Chapter 4: Reunion

Narrated by Caprico.

~Content Warning: mild language, murder, mild blood~

Narrator: She seems completely accustomed to her new legs now, and her injuries are healing.

Narrator: So I open the gate of the factory and ask her to leave.

Caprico: You’ve been resting for long enough. It’s time for you to go.

Girl: Huh? But didn’t you say you need to do more experiments? Give me a new robotic arm! It looks so cool!

Narrator: I glare at her, but she simply makes a funny face at me.

Caprico: These legs are yours now. Just leave, Phyllis.

Narrator: She stares at me for a while before lowering her head, kicking some pebbles with her robotic leg and smiling faintly.

Girl: Yeah... I still gotta join the Justiciars. I haven’t given up yet!

Narrator: I don’t care where she’s off to. It doesn’t matter. Now that she’s not hiding the coin, she won’t be an easy target anymore.

Girl: Thank you, kind sir!

Narrator: She keeps turning around to wave at me until her silhouette disappears in the distance.

Narrator: Finally, peace and quiet.

Narrator: I close the factory gate and take out my halfway-done design blueprint. Feels like it’s been a while since I last worked on it.

Narrator: I return to my work, to the life I’m used to.

Narrator: We meet again a mere few days later. She’s not banging on the door this time.

Narrator: I see her face on my electronic comms screen. She’s injured even worse than before. Several bandits have her in their clutches.

??: Hey, robot freak! We have your sweetheart. If you value her life, hand over the Justiciars’ coin this instant!

Caprico: Huh?

Narrator: It takes me a while to figure out who they mean by “sweetheart.” What a tasteless joke.

Narrator: I simply turn off the comms and continue with my work. The coin is useless to me, but I don’t want them to have it.

Choose either “You really aren’t going to save her?” or “You’re heartless!”

If “save her,” ...

You: Are you sure you’re not gonna save her?

Narrator: She no longer lives in my factory and doesn’t matter to me anymore. I don’t meddle in other people’s affairs.

If “heartless,” ...

You: That’s so cold-blooded of you!

Narrator: Machines are the only things I care about. She no longer lives in my factory and doesn’t matter to me anymore.

Narrator: Still... she sure is as loud as always.

Girl: Bastards! Cowards! Midgets! Maggots! I curse you all to rot away in the Red Valley!

Girl: Wusses! Shameless swindlers! How dare you try to dupe the kind robot man!

Narrator: She rants on in streams of garbled dialects. If even I find it loud, the bandits will probably be driven crazy soon.

Hooligan: Have you gone insane? Kind robot man? Kind? Really? Who do you think killed your bird and smashed your legs?

Girl: My bird died and I lost my legs because of YOUR bombs, jerkwads! And now you’re after the kind man, too? I’ll bite your ankles!

Hooligan: HE made the bombs! HE sold them to us! Shut it, pea-brained lass!

Narrator: The bandit speaks the truth. The girl falls silent for a few seconds before shouting again.

Girl: Yes, he made the bombs, but the bombs aren’t guilty! You warthogs are the ones who used them! You’re the ones at fault!

Caprico: ...Irritating.

Narrator: I can’t work like this. I need to make sure she leaves. I open the door and toss the coin out.

Girl: No!

Narrator: The leader of the bandits comes rushing over eagerly, arm extended.

Hooligan: Aha! You fools! Now that I have the coin, you’re both useless to me. I’ll...

Narrator: The second his fingers touch the coin, the miniature bomb I installed on the engraved thorny rose explodes.

Narrator: I calculated the range of the explosion perfectly.

Narrator: The girl is unscathed, while the bandits who lost their leader run off screaming.

Narrator: Some blood splashes into her eyes, but she doesn’t even blink. She simply stares blankly at me.

Caprico: I’m not a good person, nor do I want to be one.

Caprico: From now on, stay away from me.

Narrator: I close the factory gate once more. I can hear her banging on it, crying, like back when we first met.

Narrator: The roomba hears her and moves towards the door, but I kick it aside.

Cleaning Robot: Phyllis... It’s Phyllis.

Caprico: ...

Caprico: Go do your job.

Narrator: I’m not sure how much time has passed, but the banging ceases gradually. Finally, silence falls once more.

Narrator: I never saw her again after that. Sometimes, though, I get letters from all over the world, addressed to the factory.

Postman: Hey... hey! You’ve got mail!

Narrator: My AI camera aims itself at the courier. He seems shocked by the sudden movement and runs off, dropping the letter at the door.

Narrator: My roomba beeps and heads out, while I continue working at my desk, too focused to even blink.

Choose “Who sent this?”

You: Who sent the letter?

Narrator: Who knows. Ask the roomba.

Cleaning Robot: You’ve got mail. You’ve got mail. You’ve got mail, Mr. Caprico.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

#caprico #shining nikki #chapter 4 #reunion #transcript #ruins #ruin island #ssr designer #fleeting time #content warning #trigger warning #blood #death #murder #language #goodbye #guilt

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