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sidecharactersdomatter · 2 months

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Thoughts I had during TGCF Season 1 the Recap!

Basically, I recap the First Season of TGCF with my reactions, before my Season 2 binge watch!

Ep 1

-Don’t go out there… don’t go out there… don’t go out there… don’t go out there… *Bride gets snatched* Okay, maybe you should’ve gone out there.

-Right after XL ascends, Lan Hai and Qing Tao then go, “Huh, Who is that?” Then everybody yells at them, “PRINCE XIE LIAN!”

-So much Property Damage…

-Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!

-Fu Yao, *Is sarcastic and rolls his eyes* Basically me: He’s just like me fr!!!

-Hehehehehehe Dick joke XD

-Sees Bride!XL: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’m Sorry XD!

-Yeah right a few alterations, she totally fixed his make up calling it.

-*Sees Bridesmaids NF and FY like* W H E E E Z E XD XD XD XD

-So that’s how he was able to last longer than the previous bride

-Pass me the Aux cord! You better not be playing mainstream garbage! *Turns on One Flower and One Sword and vibes like there’s no tomorrow*!

-I now pronounce you both husband and husband! You may now kiss the gro- I mean, bride!

Ep 2

-Honey, He looks a little too good looking to be the Ghost groom

-That temple looks abandoned, and the animation camera for walking inside

-There’s the ugly mob

-Hehe Xie Lian’s aggressive kindness

-When the mob scooched away from Bride!Lian I freaking lost it XDXDXDXD

-And Nan Feng and Fu Yao inch away instead of defending him!

W H E E Z E!

-The fact they both agreed to not explain anything XD!

-Xiao Ying is a real friend

-And hurting the injured is a real low for the mob

-They have enraged the ghost groom

-KO! Flawless victory!

-Zombie brides!

Ep 3

-Didn’t know it a zombie apocalypse happened in Ancient Feudal China (I need to brush up on my history)

-Welp, now they’re grateful

-Wait a minute, he was an acrobat??? Xie Lian Pre 3 ascension life spinoff when??? (That’ll prolly never happen)

-Man here comes the Bride Pun count: 3

-Now that is an Azula level breakdown

-They are not merciful with the body count in this whole series

-Woah saved by literal divine intervention

-Geez, Pei Ming this is why we don’t Ghost our Exes, Pun Count: 4

-Man, Xuan Ji, maybe you should’ve heard of the phrase, “Plenty of Fish in the sea”

-The way Xie Lian blinked when he realized he was still in the wedding dress XD!

-Restoring faith in Ming Guang

-Oh no Trauma

Ep 4

-He’s so distraught he couldn’t follow

-The telepathic matrix, is basically the world’s first discord server

-Thank you Ling Wen

-Aw he likes Hua Cheng’s name!

-That explains the fall of Xianle and the Moldy Face Plague

-Let’s be honest, Bai Wuxiang is totally responsible for Covid-19

-Woah Hua Cheng has made his mark on Heaven

-Aww he thinks the Butterflies are beautiful!

-Honestly, smart move Mu Qing and Feng Xin

-Oh she is so burnt out

-Yeah, who was the Prince of Xianle anyway?

-WHY IS EVERYBODY’S EYELINER GAME SO ON POINT?!?!?!?!

Ep 5

-The way he blew off that maple leaf

-Oooh that subtle hinting later on and symbolism with Xie Lian

-The way he moved in closer *fangirls like no tomorrow*

-I freaking love the instrumental version of Hong Jue

-Is he touched starved? He is touch starved

-I love that when San Lang scared the Ghosts shitless they ended up running like no tomorrow, Ghost 1: Book it guys our lives depend on it! Ghost 2: But we’re already dead! Ghost 1: Well it’s just an expression!

-And there was only one bed. Oh my gods there was only one bed!!!

-Aw he caught him staring

-I believe you Ox cart man

-Heck with how popular TGCF is right now, Xie Lian would be worshipped today by fans like us

-His luck did rub off on you and you should take it all Xie Lian

-Welp time to go start the next arc

Ep 6

-Woah, that old man is traumatized

-Of course being a martial god, he has experience in combat. Have you seen him in a sword dual at Yinian bridge? (Subtle Phineas and Ferb quote)

-Yep called it, and the gong noise when the door opened!

-“How did we get out here in the middle of the ocean???”

-Awww look at San Lang’s emo hoodie!

-You know what’s better than one evil Daoist? Two evil Daoists!

-And he drank the whole thing like a boss

-Now Nan Feng’s acting like an NPC from a fantasy video game

-The woman in the teal cloak saw him

-He’s touched starved again!

-Best chemistry ever!

-And after Rouye grabs San Lang and Xie Lian says, “I didn’t mean San Lang”. Rouye goes: “Really? Ok!” And then lets him go, that’s just the hypothetical dialogue I’ve got for the silk band

Ep 7

-It’s official! Xie Lian is shorter than San Lang people!

-I’ve heard of a close knit unit but this is just insane!

-There’s so many people

-Ooooohhh That poor poor general

-SO MANY COBRAS!

-Oh no and 4’s an unlucky number in China

-He is sucking the venom out like a G! Get yourself a man like San Lang people!

-You know we’re all thinking what Xie Lian’s thinking about how he’s going to clean San Lang’s bloodied lips (I’ll let you share your answers in the comment section)

-And Fu Yao’s stuck with merchant sitting

-Really lovely desert travel music!

-Yeah he does know an awful lot

-Uh oh the woman in the black cloak spotted them

Ep 8

-Thank you San Lang for protecting your man like a champ!

-Ooooh cool more Ban Yue lore!

-Ooooh his poor, poor head

-And San Lang’s expression, is worried if he hurt him, but it worked!

-Yeah but our faces don’t stick out of the ground like a fresh tater!

-Aw no they’re gonna need sacrifices

-Zhao’s fight response kicked in

-Eeenie meanie meinie that kid (probably Kemo)

-“Sully not thine honor on innocent blood” That almost sounded like a bible quote…?

-Dude Xie Lian was royalty

-Trust fall! (You’ll see next ep peeps!)

-Oh and Xie Lian’s scream! Kind of needed more raw emotion though

Ep 9

-He’s gonna jump into the pit, he’s jumping into the pit, he jumped into the

-Xie Lian’s like: Well I am going down there, but I won’t go down alone!

-The pit’s entrance is sealed!

-Trust fall! TRUST FALL!

-He touched his throat!

-There’s your answer Xie Lian

-Dance fight! Dance fight!

-You’re just gonna excuse the mass murder San Lang committed in the pit?????

-Let me just find somewhere that isn’t covered in blood

-Oh yeah you’re grateful for San Lang carrying you

-The faces they made when he called them out for jumping into the pit XD Xie Lian’s eyes are wide and blank while San Lan has a cat face! XDXDXDXDXD

-She came down!

Ep 10

-She saw Xie Lian and San Lang

-So many fallen Ban Yue soldiers

-Hi Fu Yao

-I wasn’t kidding when I said Fu Yao isn’t great at crowd control

-Thank you Fu Yao

-She’s holding his hand and he’s patting her head my freaking heart!!!!

-Oh No! Vomit trigger warning for this episode people

-Xie Lian raised her more than her Yong’An father did (and to some extent her late mother)

-It was still a good choice after all Xie Lian

-Take it easy with the ‘Bad Cop’ routine Fu Yao

-Oh no a scorpion snake

-Well that’s bad

Ep 11

-Aiaigasa! It’s Aiaigasa again folks AAAAAHHH!!!!

-Scorpion tailed cobras why’d they have to be Scorpion tailed Cobras?!?!?!?!?

-That explains the sandstorm

-Ooooh Pei Xiu army backstory

-Ugh Classist general

-No Ban Yue!!!! She was so young!!! T - T

-Yeah where will Xie Lian go from here?

-Oooh Yizhen got name dropped too!

-Uncle Jiang is cured!

-And the way he’s running away from the duo XDXDXD!

-Here’s why Fu Yao left early, as they healed Uncle Jiang he contacted Nan Feng through the telepathic array and Fu Yao’s reason is: Come on, you know how horrifying his highness’ cooking can be. This is just my theory, and I’d love to hear your possible ones in the comments!

-And the way Hua Cheng moved in closer and just preferred to be called ‘San Lang’ my freaking heart!!!

Ep 12

-We are back in Puqi village folks

-I freaking love how Xie Lian says ‘The Crimson Rain Sought Flower’ Howard Wang’s voice could act as my new sleeping aid

-Oh yeah San Lang does treasure you dude

-Ban Yue deserves all the head pats!!!!

-Ban Yue, I think you should keep living despite all the mistakes you’ve made… other than that I also don’t know the answer like Xie Lian

-Aww Xie Lian will love him no matter if he’s hideous or a monster he really does have the best standards!

-Awwww He’s hot when he’s mad!

-Another Reason why Hualian works so well is that San Lang also Respects! Xie Lian’s! Boundaries (Yep still not getting involved with the Helluva Boss drama folks)

-It’s official! That looks like an engagement ring people!

-Dude pass me the Aux cord! Ya better not be playing mainstream garbage *Puts on Hong Jue at full blast and vibes like no tomorrow!*

-It’s like they’re running towards each other AAAAAHHH!!!

-Welp, see you guys later for Season 2!

Season 2! Here I come!!!!

#my post #My reaction #episode reaction #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #tgcf #season recap #Tgcf season 1 #xie lian #hua cheng #san lang #hualian #nan feng #fu yao #pei xiu #ban yue #ling wen

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star-going-supernova · 8 months

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a human au where Gregory is very very possessive of his adoptive dad Freddy, who reached out while the boy was homeless. Featuring Afton as Freddy's really mean boss who Gregory has to… persuade to be more reasonable. This idea was inspired by your one-shot, hell is empty. You can do with this what you will.

This is tumblr generated prompt number 52, from Kayden_the_Vagabond on ao3! Inspired, hehe, by one of my favorite movies: Matilda! I put Gregory at about twelve here. As a minor warning, Gregory goes way over the top with tormenting Afton and some of it may be a bit disturbing. (title comes from the saying “it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you”)

It’s Not Paranoia if Gregory’s Really Out to Get You

Gregory watched, day after day, as his dad came home from work exhausted and weary, sometimes even glum. He tried to put on a cheerful smile for Gregory, but Gregory wasn’t stupid. His dad was being worn down by his dumb boss who had called and interrupted more than one movie night to yell down the line. They barely went to the park anymore because his dad was forced to work late and on weekends. Their silly breakfast and dinner traditions had come to a halt because his dad was too tired all the time.

And Gregory wasn’t having it.

He knew from some reconnaissance and eavesdropping that the main boss at his dad’s workplace, William Afton, was high-strung, cruel, and liked by exactly no one. He had also discovered that he was technically shared the position with his business partner, who was probably the only human being on the planet who could tolerate Afton for more than a minute.

Henry Emily wasn’t a bad boss. William Afton was. As far as Gregory was concerned, the math was simple.

All it took was digging up Afton’s home address.

On the night he intended to enact the final stage of his plan, Gregory made sure to pick a movie with lots of songs he could sing along to at the top of his voice. He felt bad for keeping his dad awake like that—he kept feeling him jerk out of his doze, squished into his side as Gregory was—but it was necessary.

Because once they’d headed to bed, his dad, who hadn’t gotten even a nap in since getting home, was out the second his head hit the pillow. He started to snore almost immediately, a sure sign that he was in a deep sleep, the type he wasn’t easily woken from.

Gregory waited just a little longer before climbing out his window and pulling his bike out of some bushes. With his route memorized and his destination already familiar, he set off.

• • •

As a long-time troublemaker, Gregory had mastered the art of silently moving around. And as this wasn’t the first time he’d broken into Afton’s house, he knew all the creaky floorboards and squeaky hinges.

He slipped inside like a ghost.

He’d long ago stolen some paperwork to learn how to mimic Afton’s handwriting, and he’d come prepared. In the home office, he replaced entire stacks of reports and contracts and invoices with nonsense ones, all perfectly signed by William Afton. He left sticky notes throughout the entire house, all in Afton’s cramped handwriting with reminders and random thoughts, many of which reeked of paranoia, referencing “the voices” and the way “I keep losing time” and “the children in the basement.”

In the basement, Gregory unloaded an entire duffle bag’s worth of dolls. Plastic dolls, rag dolls, porcelain dolls, dolls with their mouths and eyes sewn shut, dolls with no heads, dolls stained red, dolls missing limbs. He hung decapitated heads from the ceiling on fishing line and littered the floor with a dozen blank ball-jointed dolls, all crawling and reaching for the stairs.

The fridge he mostly emptied of normal food. Gregory filled it back up with rotting meat, worm-strewn fruits and vegetables, and moldy leftovers. The milk he left Afton with was more solid than liquid, and the orange juice was half vinegar.

In the pantry, he unleashed a vial or three of ants. To help them along, he opened the cereal and crackers, spilled the bags of nuts and chips, and tipped over the jar of honey.

On silent feet, Gregory entered Afton’s bedroom. By the light of the moon, he slowly, carefully, meticulously sprinkled itching powder into each dresser drawer. He superglued tiny bits of pebbles into the fancy shoes lined up in the closet.

For his final act, he snatched the small collection of watches on the vanity, changed the time on all of them, then put them in a lockbox covered in more of Afton’s handwriting, warning himself not to touch the cursed items within, for each bore the time of death of someone Afton had touched.

(Oh, if only Gregory knew.)

He left the lockbox on the living room coffee table and cheerfully went out the back door, making sure to lock it behind him with the copy of Afton’s key he’d pickpocketed two weeks ago.

Back through the streets he went, gliding silently on his bike, all the way home. Gregory settled into bed with a smile on his face, sure that if nothing else, Afton would have a pretty awful day tomorrow.

• • •

The next morning, William Afton turned up to work late, disheveled, and with something like madness in his eyes. At the end of the day, he had something of a mental breakdown, turned violent, and got arrested for assault. This turned into a deeper investigation, which unearthed evidence that he’d killed five children over the course of eight months.

(It took all the self-control Gregory had not to burst into hysterical laughter when he heard the news. There’d been five watches that he’d put in that lockbox. No wonder the man lost it.)

For obvious reasons, Henry Emily took over the company. Gregory’s dad started coming home with a bounce in his step again.

They resumed their old habits of frequently going to the park, making breakfast together, and eating dinner as a living room picnic. His dad wasn’t too tired to sing him to sleep anymore, and no dumb boss ever interrupted movie night again.

#fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

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thomase1 · 2 years

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Surpriiiiise

So, hello there.

I saw @mischief2sarawr 's post and felt the need to write a little something.

As somebody whose birthdays always end up a catastrophe, I felt this personally. So I whipped up this little drabble. My first ever story published here hehe. English is not my native language so I apologize for any grammatical errors or weird phrasing.

Oh and @lokisgoodgirl I stole your sas tag list I hope you dont mind. 😁

Reader × Loki

Warnings: everything that can go wrong goes wrong, Loki thirst, smut, restraints (not on you), maybe size kink, a grain of angst if you squint.

You will have to take it as surprise so I dont spoil everything, but I think the sas wont mind.

I hope.

Ok, I did get carried away a little it seems, word count ~3,500

[AN: If you got notified again, sorry, I edited it since the errors really bothered me and also changed a few things. :)) ♡]

So here goes nothing:

It was your birthday.

And it is terrible.

Nobody from the team even wished you a happy birthday.

They all forgot it seems like.

And to top it off, everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

It started with small but annoying things, like the coffee machine needing new water, fair enough.

Then new beans, alright.

Then a cleaning, fucking hell.

And then you noticed that you are out of milk.

Just your whole breakfast was already ruined, moldy bread, rock solid butter,... it just kept going.

After that, you went back to your room, opening the package with clothes and other small things you ordered for yourself.

The shirt was a different color, the hoodie was itchy instead of soft, the leggings were far too small and the jeans ripped open, a cool breeze confirming. Your ass open for anybody to see.

You just clumped it all up and threw it in the last corner of your room, trying to forget about it.

And it just kept going after that, small accidents like spilling your juice, burning your food and stubbing your little toe.

It was the worst day you have ever had and the worst of it all?

Its not even a small birthday, its your 30th.

So for the others to not remember that, after year and years of beeing a part of the team, to say it stung would be a giant understatement.

So you decided to just go back to your room and sleep, maybe the universe had a little mercy on you and would let you sleep peacefully.

On your way back, your nerves and frustration finally took over, tears brimming in your eyes. You felt them spill, running down your cheek as you reached your door.

Opening it, you felt you are not alone, its just part of your instincts to sense other presences around.

Then you smell it, a familiar smell, a smell you loved.

Frest like snow.

Smoky like a campfire and...

Leather.

Oh how you love this smell.

It makes you weak in the knees, the fact that you had been crushing over him for a long time only adding to it.

Loki.

You two always flirted, you are good friends but never more. Much to your dissapointment.

But what the hell is he doing here?

You were facing your living area, a soft cough ripping you from your thoughts. You turn around and find...

Loki, sitting cross legged on your coffee table, his arms tied to his torso by some beautiful golden chains. (An: lets forget about the ones at his feet since they dont look like they do much anyway.)

"Darling, why are you crying?", Loki speaks, takeing you from your thoughts once again.

You hear the chains creak against his leather, leaning forward as if trying to reach you. You forgot about the wet streaks coating your cheeks, how embarrassing.

"What is this? Did somebody do this to you?", you ask him, dodging his question.

"I meant to surprise you.", his eyes sparkle with mischief.

"Well you're the first to even talk to me today. But why the chains? You could have just visited.", you ask, oblivious.

"Are you trying to tell me nobody wished you a happy birthday?", he asks with furrowed brows.

"Yes. Now whats with the chains Lokes?"

He huffs, not sure if its frustration or amusement.

His mouth agape looking at you, "So thats why...", he trails off, shifting his gaze to the side,

"Y/N, I am your surprise."

You knit your brows, the little wheels in your head turning at overdrive.

"What do you mean? What am I surpossed to-", and then it hits you.

HE is your surprise, all wrapped up for you.

"Have you figured it out now? I am at your mercy, do with me as you please.", he looks down at his feet, but you can hear his smirk.

This day suddenly got a whole lot better. You finally wipe your face and walk towards him.

"At my mercy, huh?", you smirk, delicious ideas flooding your mind.

You have wanted him for so long. Never would you have thought of him as a sub to you, but you certenly are not complaining.

But what to do out of all the things on your mind?

Slowly, you dragged your finger along the chains, following the edges of them. You slid your finger to his leather armour, feeling his chiselled chest underneath.

Loki kept his head down, but his breath became almost shaky, he is enjoying this as much as you.

You took your fingers and ghosted them up his neck, his breath cathiching in his throat. Then you trailed them along his jaw, oh how you love his jaw. You fantasize about it a lot, how it you feel buried between your thighs.

With a smirk you take his chin between your thumb and pointer finger. His tiny stubbles prickling your fingers, pushing it up so his eyes meet yours.

His gorgeous eyes capturing you once again. Those shades of green and aquamarin... so unique, never have you seen anything like them. No crystal or diamond could compare.

"So, what should I do with you, prince Loki?", you asked, hearing him take a deeper breath.

The use of his title aways thrills him, it isnt usual for anybody here to use it.

He whines as you take away your fingers, his gaze glued to you. Makeing a circle around him, you notice the pointy chain digging into his back at one spot, so you twist it a little feeling him relax slightly.

"Thank you.", he breathes.

You smile behind him and run your fingers though his hair. So soft, it feels so good to run his wavy locks through your fingers. You lightly scratch at his scalp, his head leaning to your touch.

If he were a cat, he'd be purring.

With your other hand, you go down his spine, all the way from his neck to his ass. His gorgeous, royal ass you just want to bite into like a juicy apple. The thought makes you squeeze his cheek, a sharp intake of air coming from your gift.

Your fingers keep wandering, around his waist to his stomach. You can feel his abs through the thick fabric, straining against it. You take your hand away from his luscious mane, another whine of his makeing you smirk deviously.

Sinking to your knees, you press your front to his back, laying a hand each on his knees.

His breathing quickens rapidly.

Ever so slowly you go up his thighs.

Oh how you wanna ride his thighs, use him like a toy.

You stop to squeeze the inside of his thigh, a tiny sound that can only be described as a moan sounding in your ears. Its so addictive, you instantly crave more.

Torturously slow, you make your way up his flesh. You can feel him shiver against your back as you stay only inches from where he wants you. Where you want to touch but enjoying to tantalize him far too much.

So you make your way back to his knees.

You keep them there for a while, takeing in a whiff of his hair since its right in front of you.

Who wouldnt? It smells divine, you cant even describe it.

It somehow masculine, yet feminine. A little fruity and yet spicy, but overall just natural.

As you keep smelling his hair you, more or less consciously, your hand travels up again, this time even closer to his jewels.

Again, its stays there.

"Please-", Loki whines, trying to shift towards your hands.

Devilishly, you take them away and stand up, takeing all touch from him. Never would you have dreamed about it, but Loki wiggels in his restraints and lets out a keeing, a begging sound.

You circle him, your core throbbing from neglect.

Standing im front of him, "What do you want? Miss my touch?".

He whines, "Yes, please... touch me.".

You snicker, "I will be honest, I really enjoy you like this. Whining for my touch.".

Lowering yourself, you straddle his spread legs, Loki getting cought by surprise as you hurriedly grab his ckeeks and kiss him.

He tastes sweet, his lips are soft and warm. I bet they would feel good against my ear, moaning as he fucks me from behind.

He needs a second to kiss you back, but when he does, its with the same level of enthusiasm. It doesnt take long for it to get heated, your tongues fighting for dominance in a desperate dance.

One of your hands makes contact with his clothed cock, his jaw going slack when you run your hand up and down. You break the kiss to look at him. Jaw hanging open, pupils blown wide in ecstasy and breath coming in ragged.

"Do you like that my prince?", you ask, kissing the shell of his ear.

"Y-yes- gods please-", he groans, bucking his hips toward you.

"Get rid of your pants.", you whisper in his ear and in a flash of seiðr, their gone.

Your palm makes instant contact with his length, the god hissing out in arousal. You may be strong willed, but you cant help look down.

The sight makeing your, already wet, pussy flood your panties.

His cock certenly is of godly standard, your hand looks tiny around him. His head is an angry red and precum is leaking from his slit. The sight spurs you on to hardern your grip and gradually stroke him up and down.

A moan leaves his lips, his head sinking to your shoulder, inviting you to run your free hand through his hair again.

"Somebody is excited huh? How long have you been like this?", you whisper against his hair, movement steady on him.

"I-its been a w- aaah while.", he moans.

You let your hand go over his cock, his words makeing you even hornier. He lets out a groan which he muffles on your shoulder.

"Was it before I was even here?"

He shivers, "Y-yes.. oh gods- Ive been wai- uuuh waiting for y-you.", you hardened your grip, you thumb pressing down on the vein on the underside of his girth.

"Poor thing.", you mock, feeling him tremble.

Slowly, you stood up, hearing Loki cry out, "No! Pl-please dont stop- dont leave me like this, please!".

That honestly made your heart ache for a second, you know he has a massive fear of abandonment, so it probably wasnt entirely sexual.

"That wasnt my plan, this was.", you say softly, takeing off your shirt.

He looks at you stunned, groaning as he lets his eyes wander over your cleavage.

You drop it on the floor, moving to take off your pants, "I would never leave you. Especially not like that.".

You lets them pool on the floor, looking at him to watch his reaction. He adjusts his posture, cock standing painfully tall.

You hook two fingers under the waistband of your slip, "I want to savour my delicious gift. I would be insane to walk away from you.", you slide them down, letting them drop between your feet.

You see his jaw clench, eyes savouring every inch of you.

Gracefully, you walk towards him, wasteing no time to straddle him again, letting his cock rest against your dripping heat. He throws his head back with a groan from the contact.

Your breath quickens too, it feels heavenly to finally feel him. You rocket your hips against him, your clit gliding up and down. His veins in contact with your sensitive bud makes you moan, head falling forwards to rest on his chest.

The chains poke against your forehead, so you tell him, "Remove them, all of it. I want to feel you.".

He obligates and vanishes his top and the chains, feeling his bare torso against you.

"Please-", he pants, feeling him buck his hips.

You have no objection to that, so you lift your hips and line him up. Slowly you sink down, feeling him stretch you like you have never been bofore. Both of you let out a deep moan, his cock twitching inside you.

Its almost hurts a little, which only adds to your excitement. You stay like that and look up into his eyes, dark of lust.

For a second you both you look into each others eyes when he asks, "Can I touch you?".

You nod, laying your arms around his neck. He greedily feels up and down your body, hips moving a little from excitement.

Then his exploring comes to a halt at the band of your bra, "Is it ok if I..?".

"Yes, do it.", you encourage and feel the clasp getting undone. He helps you take it off and flings is across the room, his hands cupping your breast.

He squeezes them and plays with your nipples, you buck your hips, moving in circular motions. Both of you moan at the feeling, his head sinking to your cleavage peppering small kisses all over it.

You cant take it anymore, you need to move, so you push yourself to have him in only by the tip, sinking down in a hard thrust. Its feels so good, you do it again and again, Lokis hands gripping your hips firmly, helping you with leverage.

You kiss, moaning into each others mouth. He starts meeting your thrusts as he gets desperate.

He begins to groan and thrust harder and harder, his veins and ridges gliding against your sweet spots, clit meeting his pelvis with every thrust.

"I- I'm close- is it ok if-", he groans out of gritted teeth so you interrupte him.

"Yes, its ok- let go-", you tell him, cupping his cheek to kiss him.

He tightens his hold on your grip, surely leaving little bruises behind, but you love the feel of it.

His thrusts get more desperate, erratic.

He stills, pushing you down on him as he spills inside of you.

You didnt come, but its ok, this was a true pleasure. He rides himself through his high and wraps his arms agroud you.

"This was so nice, thank you Loki.", you tell him, stroking his hot cheek.

"Was? Darling you did not finish, we are far from done here.", he tells you, cupping your cheek to look at you with a wicked smirk.

"You wanna keep going? But you just-", you question but he heckles.

"Oh we are miles from my limits. I am a god my dear.", he pecks your neck, trailing lower to your ear. He leaves bruising kisses there, your sex clenches at the feeling.

"Mmm, you like that hm?", he mumbles against your skin.

You stretch your neck for him to grand him better access.

"What do you want me to do with you? I am your gift.", he asks you.

"Just take me. Fuck me how you want to.", you groan, feeling the excitement reignite.

"Your wish is my command.", he grabs your waist and stands up with you.

Instinctively your arms and legs wrap around him. He walks over to the next free wall, pushing you against it carefully.

He takes your knees and pushes them up, holing you up and spreading you. His mouth starts to trail your throat, gently nipping at it.

You try to move your hips but fail, "Patience kitten.", he tells you firmly.

You whine at him but he ignores you, kissing your cleavage and speading hickeys all over it. Is he marking you?

Just as you think about it, he thrusts his hips, even his semi hards cock feels like heaven.

His seed spills out and you moan from the sudden pleasure as he keeps on thrusting, feeling him harden inside of you. His thrust stay in a slow rhythm, each thrust bottoming out iside of you.

"Lokii...", you moan.

He groans from your sounds, engulfing your lips with his as he changes his angle. He now hits your g spot perfectly, you cry out from the pleasure, moaning his name over and over.

You grip his shoulder and claw at his back with the other hand, needing to hold on to something. The coil in your stomach tightens, fast, and he can feel that.

"Thats right... say my name- youre squeezing me so well, gods-", he throws his head back and you admire his muscular neck, a vampires dream.

You are a moaning mess, wanting release but also not wanting this to end.

"Close- I'm... ahhh... please dont stop-", you keen feeling your limbst tingle. You sink your nails even deeper into his back pulling a gutteral moan from him.

"Come with me- for me Y/n.", he lets one of his hands leave the hollow of your knee and meets your clit, pressing down on it.

"Ah fuuuuck Lokiiii-", you climax as he starts stroking your clit.

Your channels clench around him, spurring on his orgasm, "Oh gods- fuck- s-so good-".

You feel him come inside of you, thusting into you deeply, holding himself there. He keeps moving his finger on your clit, prolonging your high.

"Your still milking me- your such a good girl-", he starts riding you both though your highs, only stopping when you cry out in overstimulation.

You sink your head to his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. He rests his chin on your head, calming down hilself.

After both of you have calmed down a little, he grabs your other knee again, walking you both to the shower. He sets you down, pulling out, and steadies you.

Your legs are jello but you can stand.

"That was amazing, best fuck ever. We should do that again some time.", you tell him honestly, makeing him chuckle.

"Oh trust me, we will. You are mine now.", he pecks your lips.

"You wanna date me?", you ask surpised.

"Well yes, except if you dont-", you shush him by kissing him, that should answer it.

You both take a shower and help each other clean up. Which may or may not have lead to him fingering you while cleaning you up.

He held you steady the whole time. Not beeing able to keep from kissing one another, the shower took a long time.

After you finally got out, both of you dried yourselfs. You already wanted to blow dry your hair when Loki dried his and your hair with him seiðr.

"Wait, couldnt you have just cleaned us up with your magic then?", you ask him suspiciously.

"Sure. But takeing a shower together was more fun.", he says, makeing a fingering motion with his fingers.

You giggle and slap his arm but your pussy got wet once again. He is holding your mind hostage and you started dating about an hour ago.

"Wait, did you put the chains on yourself? Why did you make them so tight and uncomftable?", you ask him.

"Yes I did. I wanted it to be realistic and I placed that one piece of it deliberatly to dig into me.", he smirks.

"Why would you do that?", you are a little dumbstruck.

"I was curious if you would notice and wanted to see what you would do.", he explains to you.

Your mouth forms a silent 'o' and you nod in understanding.

"Now, lets get ready, I want to take you somewhere.", he snaps his wist and both of you are clothed.

He is dressed in his black Gucci suit, the one you always longed to tear off his body. Sometimes dreams do come true, well, you have yet to take it off of him, but youre sure that can be arranged.

He dressed you in a black cocktail dress with no straps, leaving your collar bones free. It gives you a nice cleavage and the skirt is covered by a layer of tulle, small forest green accents stitched on it.

"Wow, its gorgeous Loki. And you look so handsome, I love that suit.", you tell him with a beaming smile.

"Well thank you darling. I really did a good job, that dress is fit for a queen like you.", he admires, spinning you around.

You giggle and wrap your arms around him, kissing him passionatly, loving, "Thank you Loki, honestly. You turned the worst birthday Ive ever had into the best.".

You see his eyes sprakle, "Now, lets go before I cant hold back from tearing that dress off.".

With a bit of protest you let him lead you to the rooftop, the elevator doors open and reaveal fairy lights, dance music and a bartender mixing drinks.

But also the whole team, shouting "Happy bithday!".

You are taken by surprise, your mouth dropping open as Tony hands you your favourite drink.

"You didnt forget?", you ask them getting teary eyed.

"No! Of course not! We thought it was a cruel plan, but my brother insisted on it.", Thor defends.

"He told us he had a plan and well- I think its clear what it was.", Tony says, gesturing to your neck.

Embarrassmemt floods you as you realize Lokis hickeys are at display for all the team to see.

"Yes. While that may be partly true-" Loki says and looks at you, whispering, "are you alright with me makeing it official?".

You answer him with a nod, getting more anxious to how they will react.

"We are now courting.", he announces, not beeing able to contain his excitement he smiles from cheek to cheek.

"Finally!", say Wanda and Nat in unision.

"Took you long enough brother. Congratulations.", booms Thor, strideing to him, clapping him on the back proudly.

You hear Loki groan very subtly at the harsh treatment.

Oh Thor, always miscalculating your strengh.

"While I cant understand it, congrats guys. Now, lets get this party started!", Tony says, turning to the bar.

And that is how Loki and you started dating.

And also the best birthday you ever had.

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Can we hold hands while you explain to me the name of each animatronic and what's their role with each other?

Omg it's been so long (hehe) since i last got into fnaf i need to get back to my roots ngl we can we can hold hands and I'll tell you that and i'll tell you about that green moldy fuck in the pic he smells bad but he has a nice voice but he is also a very bad guy™️

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sparklingbluerose · 2 years

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Allied Forces x Reader

"Surrounded by all those whom she had loved the most,

They felt the same and took care of her with no cost."

A/N: STAN HETALIA IT CURES ILLNESSES.

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TW: Slight Smut At The End, Cursing, Badass Reader

Fem! (Y/N) 《Other Genders Will Also Be Made》

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"YOU MOLDY FROG! WHAT DID YOU?!"

...

Hehe..moldy– ahem.

Anyways, it was a normal day at the house of our (Y/N), 'normal' meaning chaos and complete destruction. But you had been rich enough to pay for damages at least. I hope you are...

"Guys, c-calm down." You sigh, with another attempt to stop them from running around and ruining the house.

The attempt as you can see...was in vain.

Rolling your eyes, you gave a big sigh. Since when and why were you born as a goddamn human feline...ah yes– i haven't told you about you yet. Well, you see..you are what they call a neko. Somewhat human with animal features like cat ears and a tail.

The same applies for the six extra mouths you feed as well which you are well annoyed with. This was sooo bullshit man...your eyebrow twitches, ready to kill them.

"One." You count out loud, making sure to give them the counting as a warning sign to stop running. It was a getting out of hand, and you were ready to beat their asses for it.

Arthur and Matthew clearly heared your voice, and immediately turns to you with wide eyes. "Guys! Stop it!" Matthew hisses.

"..Two." Your voice calls out. Holy shit, since when were you even this intimidating? In a calm manner, Ivan just smiles and forcibly makes Alfred stop moving around.

Lips twitching into a big smile, you look like a psychopathic chesire cat ready for blood. Oh...oh no.

Matthew clasps his hands in a praying position, just muttering some sort of prayer. So this is when it gets serious, huh.

"THREE." In a swift notion you immediately pulled Alfred and Francis by their ears, earning a cry from both as you pin them to the floor with the scariest face you could ever make...

"D-Dudette! We could l-like! Talk about this..righ-right!?" With a sweatdrop, the American attempts to wiggle out of your grasp.

Oh, but it wasn't working..."I suggest that you..maybe apologize like the good kitties you guys are and i'll let you off the hook..?" You make an eerie smile, suggesting ever so calmly.

You were being scary again! Nobody liked that. Of course well, there was no escape to the wrath of neko (Y/N) once you hit her final nerve...apparently. It was all fun and games..

..Though that all ended when your breath hitched, smelling an all too familiar scent, eyes widened as well as everyone else.

"..The fuck–" You stood up, looking down at the two with very furrowed eyebrows and a confused reaction. You were keepjng track of the schedule...you knew it wasn't today, right?

Nope, you were sure. You double checked the calender on the wall and confirmed. Their heat was somehow starting today..

"Wow, so much for my apology." You huff in annoyance, ears flattening before you look around for the cabinet.

"H-Here, love." Arthur obediently gives you the heat control kit and you take it from him with a thankful smile. Now, it wasn't a big problem, now you just...

Ah, nevermind. This'll be hell. "(Y-Y/N)!" Alfred stutters, eyes cascading over your body and you almost choke from how..submissive he was being. You haven't lived with them more than 7 months yet, so they haven't had their heat much but–

Holy shit were you seeing this right? Did you really just feel this victorious over some stuttering and pleads? Oh, my...you wouldn't forget this day for as long as you lived!

"Hmph.." A bit of pink tints your cheeks, and you take out the heat control pills needed for their problems.

This'll last for a week, but you've had your experience. Yours was a lot later than them, so basically you'd have yours next month.

'Calm down. Give the pills, just shove it down their throat and run away like an ugly bitch seeing their boyfriend with another girl she hated– wait what?' You stop in your tracks, holding in your hysterical laughter.

"Okay, okay.." You give a long inhale, and kneel down to the boys in need but...

...

You were pinned.

...

Shit.

"Uh?– Alfred...guys?" Now you felt so inferior, under the warm arms of the animallistic male. His ocean blue eyes were beautiful to stare at, you agreed. But was now the fucking time?

You shake your head, and gasped when you felt...ah, no..there wss definitely something poking you in the thigh!

"S-Sorry aru, it seems like it's starting again." Yao breathes out, the six unable contain themselves to just feel the certain warmth of another person. Anything— that would be fine.

Your eyebrows furrow. "If it's starting, get off me and ask each other to fix it!" You exclaim, not taking this very well yourself.

Though, the attempt didn't last so long, as you felt it growing and the whimpering sounds of the males that you once lived your life with– all being so damn clingy because of this heat...

Gah! You slapped yourself straight in the face, eyes looking at the pitiful sight. Well, you'll be damned..

"I'll help okay– just stop squeezing me before i pass out!" You bonk Alfred on the head, and he reluctantly lets you go. Well, there was really no other choice in the matter. If this was the way out for you then so be it!

"Now.." You mutter, with a hesitant sigh and frown upon them. You could only remember the last time you were being so hazy and out of breath..maybe the sound of pleasurable mewling?~

(HOLY CRAP I'M SORRY I CAN'T DO LEMONS I AM TOO MUCH EMBARRASSED FOR THAT ToT)

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sinisterlutist · 1 year

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Hehe late night Demands [gun emote here] 3, 15, 16, 23, 25, 29, 31, 33, 35, 37, 39, 41, 43, 45, 47, 49, 51, 53, 57, 59, 61, 63, 69. Also u can't say Joltik is ur fave electric AND bug type u gotta pick it for only oNE

(✨w✨ ) ouhohohouuu,,, (also >:0 rude!!! Mah poor spood! … wait hold on that works out well for one of my other faves…)

…. You (accidentally-ish) picked these numbers like a teacher giving math homework.

3. Favorite dual type

Is this like, favorite type combination? Or favorite pokemon that IS a dual-type? What does this question mean? Most of my faves are dual-types. For a little whimsy I’ll answer… like this.

I think, conceptually, we need a water/ghost type that’s a terrifying deep sea legendary. For that matter, Gamefreak, give me Dive back! I want more underwater stuff!

That said, I think the most OP combination on a pokemon I’ve ever had is either Marshadow’s Ghost/Fighting or Hisuian Zoroark’s Ghost/Normal. Type immunities that are also ghost-types my beloved.

15. Favorite shiny

Favorite shiny legendary HAS to be shiny Dawn Wings Necrozma. The deep blue and soft pink go so well together, and I am fortunate to have one made out of a shiny Necrozma I got from a trade and a shiny Lunala I caught myself (named Merlot!)

Favorite regular shiny… well, I have a lot, honestly, but I’m going to go with shiny Lampent. It’s one of my most favorite shinies of one of my most favorite pokemon. I LOVE its palette, and I wish those colors had stayed into Chandelure. There’s sooo many I want to put here but I told myself this was getting restricted before it turned into the song list question. (I did these out of order.)

Special mention to Wo-Chien, for doing with its palette that Leafeon did not: FALL COLORS! I… I really need that cryptid grass snail.

16. Least favorite shiny

Alright this is one I had to check the dex for, because it’s something I tend to forget until I see it. There’s also a lot of these I’ve never really seen.

Shiny Kantonian Moltres is a really good contender, that thing looks like a plucked chicken on fire. Those are really unfortunate colors.

Mismagius is also unfortunate. Great pokemon, great normal colors, but that yellow is pretty hideous.

Swoobat, why? Scrafty… I don’t like Scrafty anyway but the shiny is worse.

OOH ALOLAN GRAVELER! That’s a moldy orange. It even has hair. And poor Pyukumuku, why green and yellow??

23. Favorite music track from a pokemon game

This is an awful, terrible question. I have SO MANY and this is likely going to be longer than it should bc I can’t discount any of them. There WILL be some I forget and it’s going to kill me later but here we go. These are in no particular order.

• Midnight Theme (Hisui)— it’s a shame the midnight theme is so short, because it genuinely makes me happy to be running around in the night, looking at the stars, watching the moon move through the sky… I know a lot of people rag on the graphics of PLA, but, I think it was really beautiful.

• Ancient Retreat— something about the ancient retreat music sounding like it’s made of clocks, as a little nook lost to time. And it’s truly so relaxing. Not just as a track, but as an experience, the first time we’re brought there, led by Volo after everything that’s happened that day… I associate this track with just… some peace. It’s relaxing to think about sitting next to the river, crafting pokeballs or carving clefairy dolls while Volo’s sleeping against his backpack and Cogita making tea… it’s the theme of a safe place. I miss that time.

• Malie City (night)— This was such a relaxing theme, and I was glad I played Moon and Ultra Moon because of the time swap, so that I got to hear this theme more often :)

• Po Town— more of an ambient track, really, with the constant rain in the background. I liked this one so much I made it the little online area’s theme in Ultra Moon.

• Unwavering Emotions— I don’t know exactly WHY, because I don’t think it ever plays when he’s onscreen, but my mind ALWAYS associated this song with N and it makes me want to scream. (Though they did use a beautiful acoustic guitar remix of it for him in PokeMas, and it just felt right.)

• Farewell— this one IS played with N, right at the very end of BW, and, similarly, makes me want to scream. I can’t go into full detail bc I’m so bad at explaining it but. hhhhhh. (I have this statement that I make of yes, we play the role of “protagonist” in BW, but I maintain that the main character of the story is really N, and we’re just seeing it from a different point of view. The credits roll when he leaves.)

• Rt 10 (Unova)— I don’t even know how to describe this one. In general the Unova soundtrack is SO GOOD, but you can really feel something here. It’s got a mellowness to it that just hits so well for being right before victory road. There is. So much here, and I don’t understand many songs with lyrics as much as I understand the route 10 music.

• Driftveil City— you know this one. you know it’s a jam.

• Team Plasma battle theme— a lot of times, the team battle themes get kinda repetitive to me, but Plasma was an utter exception. What an ABSOLUTE MONSTER of a track. I always looked forward to battling the Plasma Grunts.

• Seafolk Village (night)— another town in Alola that I liked to kind of just park the game at for a while to just enjoy the night and the music. Very relaxing.

• Undella Town (spring, autumn, winter)— this one is just so peaceful. The waves crashing worked in and everything… it feels like sunset.

• N’s Room— I love N’s theme in general, it’s so fitting for him (& despite being one of my favorites it’s close enough to this that I am TRYING to pare it down), a little mysterious and odd and wonderful— so entering his room in the Plasma castle to hear a sort of eerie broken music box version of his theme, in this room meant for a much younger person, the room where he’s been stuck, and lied to basically all his life… it gets the point across.

• Burgh’s Gym (BW2)— Burgh’s remodeled gym was SO cool and SO bug. The music that played fit the atmosphere perfectly, in an eerily calming way. I parked BW2 here a lot.

• Obsidian Fieldlands theme 1— first of all, one of the reasons I loved this one so much was I was IMMEDIATELY reminded of Burgh’s Gym theme in the first part. I think I remember the first time this particular theme played was when I was wandering the Fieldlands after the night theme had ended, and I got to a new area on the map. Then the cello (or bass?) kicked in, and everything aligned for this brilliant sense of wonder that really got me into the world. It’s really pretty, and really relaxing.

• Volo’s battle theme— where do I even begin? I know a lot of people chalk this up as a mere Cynthia piano redux, but… I think there’s so much of Volo in this song. It’s a serious fight, but one that was so much fun— and that’s reflected in the song. After the imposing start, you hear the playful woodwinds poking in, dueling with violins, and by the time the bells hit, I was just completely enraptured by it— and the whimsy continues into an ending-theme-sounding part that… well, it doesn’t sound like a hardcore antagonist theme to me. Nor does Volo feel like a hardcore, truly evil antagonist. Most importantly, those whimsical, light-hearted, fun parts of the song are entirely his. There’s no such lightness that plays in the piano track before Cynthia’s champion battle. This is Volo’s theme, there’s much more to him, and I think this reflects that SO very well.

• Rt 15 (Kalos)— ah yes, the theme of eternal fall. This isn’t just a nice track, but it really serves well to remind me of how the route looked. It’s also very fitting for the later Mamoswine trail, as several different parts in the song sound like you’re pushing forward through the snow, or making your way through the ruins in rt 15. It’s a song that sounds like it ought to be in a high fantasy series. With adventure, there is tribulation.

• Slumbering Weald— a fitting track for the spooky woods Right Next To Your House. It’s like a light-hearted mystery- until the voices of the legendary wolves can be heard. There is something IN the woods, and it is not just a myth.

• Crown Shrine— I think, in my opinion, the best song in SwSh. It’s ancient and majestic, but supremely relaxing. You respect it, and it will take care of you.

• Coronet Highlands (Summit)— this one is leaking atmosphere EVERYWHERE. You can hear the iciness, you can tell something is different. The air has changed, and you are getting closer to something. There’s a bit of danger to it, like the song itself is a warning. The vocal parts are a nice addition too.

• Relic Castle— another one I can’t quite explain outside of the sense of wanting to keep going, looking deeper, and finding out what’s in here. Well-crafted for a castle buried in the sands.

• Mt Lanakila (League)— another beautiful mountain theme. You can hear the snow crystals falling. It’s different from the victory road theme- you’ve made it all the way here. But you’re not done yet. It’s a little beautiful, and a little imposing.

Special mention to Verdanturf Town (RSE) for being one of my original favorites back when Emerald was the only one I’d played, and Glimwood Tangle for its wonderful use of pizzicato and woodwinds to make a spooky little atmosphere :) Also to the music that plays in the cutscene right before you battle the frenzied Lord Arcanine in PLA for genuinely running a shiver down my spine. That was straight out music from a horror scene and it was AWESOME. And also to the Battle Giratina theme (Hisui) for the section of it that sounds like a heartbeat monitor slowing and flatlining. AMAZING.

25. Favorite design of a pokemon

*tap tap taptaptaps table in front of me* I actually can answer this with purely no actual in-game connection bc it’s JUST THE LOOK!

Wo-Chien! It’s a cryptid-looking grass snail! It’s got VINES and LEAVES all over it and it has been one of the things I’ve been looking for in a pokemon design for a while now! Get a little cryptid with it! Get a little spooky with it! I can’t think of any fault with the look of this funky leaf pile snail guy. And its shiny is fall colors?? Perfect.

29. Favorite normal type

Hisuian Zoroark. I was thrilled to see that one of my favorites was given a variant, and it ended up being such a strong typing combo as well! I got very attached to my boy Pollix, and he did an excellent job. Before PLA, I think Hoennian Linoone.

31. Favorite fire type

Hisuian Typhlosion. My favorite fire type starter gets a ghost-type upgrade and beautiful flames and colors? There was no question what starter I was picking in PLA. I made the right choice, as Kastor was both good company and an invaluable team member.

33. Favorite fighting type

Marshadow!! I didn’t really like any fighting types enough to have a favorite before the marshmallow lad. Nice shape, cool effects.

35. Favorite water type

Pyukumuku, founding member of the Bean Committee (Pyukumuku, Snom, & Pincurchin). That’s just a little creature. Why is he made to fight? He’s just a guy. What a shape.

(Once again though, special mention to Tatsugiri bc I haven’t played SV and thus don’t know if I can properly count them here, but I gotta get me one of those curly lads)

37. Favorite flying type

Some years ago, this would’ve been Rayquaza. And while I do still have a soft spot for the big ol snake, in recent times I’ve acquired quite an appreciation for Togekiss, the peace and love owl. Volo and his Togekiss influenced me similarly to how N and Zoroark did, and aside from what raising a Togekiss from a Togepi says about Volo, I love Togekiss’ cry and pillowy marshmallow shape. Where it appears in the Ranger game Shadows of Almia speaks a lot to it too. I would like to hug a fluffball of a bird :) (Noivern was a close contender though, I love its design and movement)

39. Favorite grass type

Had I played SV, this would almost certainly be Wo-Chien. I’m not kidding, I love that grass snail’s look. As I’m answering this differently though, this title is instead shared by Lurantis and Alolan Decidueye. Before I even played Moon, I’d drawn a little Lurantis with a necktie and called him Peppermantis. Decidueye was such a nice design, with its little archer cloak and hoodie strings, feather arrows… and the ghost typing was a lovely surprise! Twos, my boy, you are excellent.

41. Favorite poison type

I thiiiink Dragalge? I love the leafy sea dragon look to it. I do also like Nihilego, best jellyfish pokemon, and the story with it and Lusamine

Special mention to Clodsire. I would like one. Friend shaped.

43. Favorite electric type

JOLTIK!! I love a little spider. He’s so cute, and I knew the first time I saw one in Chargestone Cave in Unova I needed to have one. I loved how jittery they were in the gen 5 sprites, which will always be my favorite representation of them. If I was in-universe, I’d have one just as a little buddy that didn’t battle. My first ever Joltik (now a Galvantula) is named Jirii and remains in my copy of Ultra Moon for the time being.

45. Favorite ground type

SANDSLASH. A cute little friend, very good for digging. I had one named Rune on my first team, back in Emerald, and she went on to be in the Hall of Fame there. Excellent shape. Cute spines.

47. Favorite rock type

For a while this probably would’ve been one of the fossil pokemon, maybe archeops or omanyte, but I never really had a proper favorite rock-type until Lycanroc (specifically midday or dusk), and then PLA came out and dropped Hisuian Arcanine in my lap, so they get to share this title. (Special mention to Naclstack, because once again, while I haven’t played SV I love that little guy? The name is so fun to say and it’s a clever name, and the dude looks like a Minecraft creature and I Want One.)

49. Favorite ice type

My beloved angry snowflake Cryogonal. The first one I got in BW, Gel, caught my attention with his immaculate geometry, crystalline cry, and fancy little face chains. Gel may be grouchy, but we are friends, and Cryogonal remains my favorite icy lad despite the introduction of Snom, who is the runner-up. (Killian the Snow Frolicker, I love you.)

51. Favorite bug type

Volcarona! It’s one of my favorites, but unfortunately, as it kept being only available later on, I’ve never really had one incorporated into a team. BUT ITS A BIG FLUFFY CECROPIA-LOOKIN MOTH AND I LOVE IT

53. Favorite dragon type

Gonna go with my old standby, the original cute little snek, Dratini! It’s just so cute and Shaped and I love it. Best quality: his wiggles.

57. Favorite dark type

Zoroark. I like it in its own right as well, of course, cause it’s ability is really neat and the design is one of the BEST and it’s so FLUFFY, but my first real encounter with Zoroark was as N’s “last friend.” Receiving his Zorua in BW2… I took it on my team, and I still have it. That was my first Zoroark, and I’ve loved the species ever since.

59. Favorite psychic type

In the interest of trying to not repeat species, I’m going to put Sigilyph here instead of Dawn Wings Necrozma. What is a Sigilyph, you ask? I don’t rightly know. But it sure is a Creature and it has a very nice ability, and to the lovely Garia in my BW game I gave a Rocky Helmet, and she did me many favors in battle. As a rule, if you give me a Funky Little Thing, I will almost certainly love them, Sigilyph being no exception. Reuniclus is the runner-up, nice cell friend.

61. Favorite steel type

Alolan Sandslash and Corviknight! You’ve seen my thing about Sandslash, a lovely shimmery spiky friend. Corviknight, though- I love me a corvid and this great big bird was lovely to have in SwSh. I named mine Somnus, and with his ribbon he is Somnus the Great Friend. :)

63. Favorite fairy type

Mimikyu!! As previously mentioned, what’s better than a funky little guy that you might die from viewing directly that wants love? Also I have a plushie Mimikyu in a scarecrow costume I got a few years ago and I love my terrible son. His name is Kyuvi.

69. Favorite pokemon card

I’ve never really been into the TCG? I’ve played a little bit of the virtual one, but that was because the pokemon newsletters kept handing out codes for it and I went “well why not” and gathered a few of them from those packs. I also have never seen most of the cards. The thing is, though, that I’d be lying if I said I didn’t try to get packs a little harder after they revealed this Volo card. (Image from tumblr user jadeazora)

I love the way it looks like there’s sunbeams falling onto him. Very pretty card, lovely art, and perhaps one day I will have one of my own that’s not virtual.

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*sigh* WHOOF. okay that one took a long time, but it is done!! I have a great many feelings about game osts,,, but thanks for that question, honestly.

Sorry I answered so many of these with multiples but I mean there’s over 1000 pokemon, I can’t just pick one.

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#answer #ohooo despite being Many these were easier to write up‚ haha #aside from the music one which. well

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jarjarbinksies · 1 year

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The Siren and the Winter Soldier: Ch. 1

Hi stinkies here's the full chapter hehe

No number of books on grief and even my degrees in the study of the human mind could have ever prepared me for the reality of it-- the sensation of a hollow chest with a crisp, cold wind passing through endlessly, or the moldy, dark well in my stomach spreading disease all over my body. Every day it seemed the hole in my chest or the well in my stomach changed in condition. Some days, I wouldn't feel the cold breeze, with a little bit of sunlight reaching the bottom of the well. Other days, I wasn't so lucky. Still, I managed to force myself to get up most days. I tried to stick to a simple routine; Sundays were for deep cleaning, Tuesdays I must go to the gym even if I could only muster up enough energy for a 10-minute workout, Wednesdays were reserved for support group meetings in the evening and I'd let myself be a mess for the rest of the night, and therapy was on Fridays. The rest of the time I would attempt to fill with cognitively engaging activities like reading or playing chess. I even got into the habit of doing yoga whenever I felt tired and trapped. I knew if I didn't stick to this routine and force myself to have hobbies, if I let myself go, I wouldn't be a person anymore, just like in the first month after everything happened. However, all of this doesn't mean I didn't have days where all I could do is stay in bed, feeling as numb as ever, and endlessly scroll on my phone.

Temporarily settled at a modest apartment not too far outside of New York City, I had a plan to move out and get a job, but that's a problem for another day when my head is no longer consumed with the losses I've experienced. It's always been hard to comprehend how different my life looks now. What didn't I lose?

That day, a Sunday, what I didn't lose was my ability to be disgusted by the "dirty" floors of my apartment and the "pile" of dishes by the sink. At least I still had my germaphobia.

I worked my way through the apartment, taking my time to make a mental note in my head of what needed to be done in each room. Music blasted through my speakers as I cleaned and tidied up, the volume loud enough to ensure my singing was drowned out, not that my voice was above a whisper anyway. When I felt satisfied that my apartment was clean enough, I paused the music and in the silence, my heart sank a little at the sudden silence and the thought of my neighbors possibly hearing me. I had to rationalize my thoughts and convince myself that there was no way they could hear me over the music and everything was alright. I stood absent-mindedly in the middle of my living room with the mop handle in my hands for a few minutes before I took a shower and rewarded myself with TV time. I felt my mind wandering as I tried to focus on the movie in front of me. As the strongest urge to pick up my phone came over me, I finally gave in after about 10 minutes although I knew where this would lead.

I opened the dating app, mindlessly swiping more left than right-- I don't even think I spent more than a minute looking at the profiles. Glassy-eyed, with my attention divided between the TV and my phone, I felt myself getting a headache but I kept on swiping nonetheless. My thumb was getting used to swiping left but I had to stop myself from almost automatically doing so when I saw a profile that caught my eye, or more accurately, completely shocked me.

I jumped in my seat a little as I giggled, "No way," glaring at the familiar face on my screen, my smile couldn't seem to disappear.

Bucky's blue eyes stood out in the picture. Standing in front of a pale yellow wall, Bucky was wearing a black shirt underneath his black leather jacket. He was giving a half-smile which contributed to the gloomy, mysterious look. It didn't seem like he could be bothered to create a genuine profile as this was the only picture uploaded and he didn't write anything to describe himself. He only put in his name and age, claiming to be 28 which made me chuckle. Knowing what he had gone through, I assumed his presence on this app doesn't actually indicate any readiness to actively start dating, but rather a curiosity about current technology, and probably boredom.

I found myself wondering whether he was there for the same reason I was-- meaningless flings with people we hoped we'd never see again. Still, it didn't matter much what he was there for, I swiped right anyway as the opportunity to reconnect with Bucky excited me.

I leaned back on the couch, putting my phone down. Was that a bad idea? I began to ponder whether Bucky would still be anywhere as flirty as when we first met in Wakanda five years ago, although to me it felt as fresh as yesterday. The memory took over my thoughts.

I had stepped off of the Quinjet with half of the Avengers, met by the humid, yet fresh air of Wakanda. I remembered it being particularly warm, which I imagined would've been nice if half my body hadn't been covered in armor. T'Challa, Okoye, and about a dozen other Dora Milaje soldiers greeted us as we walked towards the tall, dark building not so far in front of us, its appearance very distinguished from the surrounding buildings. I trailed along at the very back. T'Challa started talking to the rest of the team, but I don't think I heard a single word. The only thing I recalled being on my mind at that moment was Miles.

A/N: Idk who would think this but just in case: it's not Miles Morales! lol. This is referring to my OC Miles.

Everyone suddenly stopped their walk and it took me a minute to realize it was because a man I hadn't met before had joined us. He and Steve shared a hug, helping me identify who it must have been. He had greeted some of the others in a familiar manner and as he saw me in the back, everybody started walking again. I made no effort to catch up with the rest, keeping my slow, tired pace.

The man jogged towards me, "Hi," he said in a coy tone, "I'm Bucky," the smirk on his face felt contagious to me, with his blue eyes showing an almost mischievous look.

"I know," I smiled back at him, trying to suppress my laughter as I had sensed he was definitely not going to give me the same quick greeting he gave the others. I introduced myself, "Alena Aiden,"

"Alena," His voice lingered on my name, "I don't think Steve ever mentioned you," he sounded surprised, as if it should have been Steve's main priority to have informed Bucky of my existence.

"Yeah, probably didn't have much time for that when you were all busy fighting each other in some German airport,"

Bucky chuckled, "Well, he should've taken a minute to mention he has a friend as beautiful as you,"

I stopped right outside the tall building, throwing my head back in laughter, "Oh god, that's pretty good," I stepped into the entrance with a couple of Dora Milaje soldiers standing on either side of the door, and Bucky followed behind me.

He didn't miss a beat nor did he seem to be remotely embarrassed by me laughing at his face, "It's been a while but I gotta admit, that's probably one of my best ones," Bucky had joked along.

"You know, Steve told me some things about you," I shook my head, "I don't know why I expected anything less,"

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I was proud of myself as I ticked off the only thing I had on my Tuesday to-do list: go to the gym. I felt like I passed with flying colors as I had participated in a Pilates class the gym offered. Sitting down on my couch, I tried to stop my mind from wandering too much and instead focused on thinking about things I could do to pass the time tonight. As if it was a reflex, I picked up my phone and saw a couple of notifications that stood out among some others. Bucky had matched with me and sent me a message. Eager to see his response, I immediately tapped on the notifications.

Bucky had written, "And here I was thinking this day would never come..."

I smiled, looking down at my phone. I began to type, "Yeah I'm just here looking for my perfect, 28-year-old match"

As I waited for his reply, I decided to take a quick shower and change into something comfortable. The first thing I did as I finished drying my hair was to check if I got any texts from Bucky. Again, I smiled as I saw his name on my screen.

"Unfortunately they don't make dating apps for people 100 and above, so I had to make do. Hope this isn't a deal breaker."

I felt my smile turn into a huge grin, hesitating as I typed out my message, "Nope. Do you wanna come over tonight?" I forced myself to press send and threw my phone on my bed, in disbelief at myself for saying something like that to Bucky. I felt immediate regret as my chest tightened. I thought to myself I really, really shouldn't have done that.

Then I realized, why not? It's not like I would ever work with him again. On top of that, we didn't have a friendship to ruin or a group dynamic to damage. Maybe if Steve was around and we all kept in touch it would've been a different case, but he wasn't. Maybe this is safe to do.

It didn't take more than a minute for my phone to vibrate. I sat on the bed, reaching for it. I opened Bucky's text which said, "Sure, what time?"

Fuck.

We texted back and forth a few more times, I told him to come over at nine and gave him my address. Bucky confirmed that the plan worked for him and the chat ended there. I had almost two hours before he was supposed to arrive, so I took my time putting on light make-up and a more spruced-up, but still casual, outfit. I quickly tidied up my apartment and dimmed the lights, feeling promiscuous as I tidied my bedroom as well. Not that I thought there was anything wrong with me being promiscuous, but I just never felt this way with strangers I invited over before. The thought of Bucky being in my bedroom felt a little wrong. Then I started to think, does he know what I meant by asking him to come over? Surely, someone as flirty as Bucky would know. However, I wasn't sure if growing up in the early 1900s would mean Bucky would never assume coming over to someone's place means a one-night stand. Was that even a thing back then? I swatted these thoughts away. Bucky is not dumb, he would know. If he doesn't, I'd just have to prepare myself for the most awkward conversation you could ever have with your ex-colleague.

As it got close to nine, I waited in the living room, the TV playing one of my favorite comedy shows to calm my nerves. I took a long sip from the glass of wine in my hand and fixed my focus on the show. I kept checking my phone every few minutes, and right at nine o'clock on the dot, I heard the door knock. I took a deep breath, paused the show, and chugged the rest of the wine before I got up and walked to the front door.

I opened the door to see Bucky standing behind it, holding a bottle of red and a bouquet of brightly colored flowers. He was, of course, dressed in all black, including black gloves, despite the weather being a tad too warm for that. In the past few months since I'd last seen him at Tony's funeral, he didn't change his appearance much except for his hair which had been cut short. He also seemed more jaded and tired, understandably. That, however, did not detract from how good he looked.

Bucky looked at me with that same, coy smile he had on when we first met, and yet again, I found myself smiling along with him. "Wow, it's been a while, you look even better than I imagined," He said.

I chuckled, "And you imagine it often?"

"Trust me, Alena, I imagine it all the time,"

I would be lying if I said I didn't get a funny feeling in my stomach. I stepped away from the entrance to let him in. The entrance immediately leads to my kitchen, and Bucky put the wine and bouquet down on the counter.

"Bucky," I hesitantly started and paused for a moment as I tried to find my footing again, "I think the wine and flowers is a really sweet gesture but I just wanna make sure you know what I meant by asking you to come here,"

Bucky let out a small laugh, "Relax, Aiden, it's just wine and flowers, I just didn't want to show up to your door empty-handed," he continued, "I'm not trying to propose to you or anything. Not unless you want me to, of course," Bucky leaned on my kitchen counter, looking satisfied with his quick-witted response.

I rolled my eyes but I couldn't help but laugh too, "Really funny," I said sarcastically, "You're a very confident person to joke about a proposal two minutes into walking to a hookup,"

He retorted back, "And you're a very confident person to assume this will be nothing but a hookup,"

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starstruck-critter · 2 years

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i did a little fake statement for my tma oc (not the statement giver, the roachy guy hehe). i think it turned out pretty cool so im posting it here hehe. i fucking love writing about the Corruption, i love me some buggies

Statement of Karine Petros regarding a pest infestation in her current place of residence.

STATEMENT BEGINS

I guess i’ll start by telling you a little bit of my life, just for y´know, a little bit of context. Maybe it’ll help you find a reason why this all happened, why it happened to me in particular. I used to be an undergrad student, a-uh-psychology major. Had to quit after a few years in though, it all just got too much. I felt like I couldn't study for even the things I really liked, organization was a nightmare, and on top of all that, I didn't manage to make a lot of friendships with the people there. So i just.. quit, there was really not a lot left to do other than that. I tried to get a job, maybe get enough money for a cheap flat somewhere or a shared house, but it turned out to be almost virtually impossible.

I had to move back in with my parents. They had sold the house I used to live in when I was younger for a smaller one. I guess they thought i would never return, heh, that i was going to stay in those musty dorms until i finished my studies and then move out into a grand old mansion. I don’t blame them, I had big dreams for me too, but they just all had to crumble down to pieces. They welcomed me in regardless, although I did notice a small flicker of disappointment in their faces when I waltzed in through the door. The only room available for me was a small basement room that they had used as a storage room until now. It was humid and warm, on top of being just a few square feet long, but it was better than nothing.

I got comfortable in there, I've got to admit it. Too comfortable perhaps. I kept looking for a job or anything to make money with for a few days after settling in, but after a week or so I just gave up on it completely. It was really hard to find anything that would take me in and also not be the absolute pinnacle of boredom and my parents seemed to be doing just fine in their own finances even with me again under their belt. So I just stopped trying altogether, trying to do anything at all. I just stayed in that moldy basement room the whole day, doing nothing at all, and watching time fly by, watching my life fly by. That mediocre and undistinguished thing that called itself my life at least.

That was when I saw him, when I was coming back from one of the super rare occasions where I actually decided to go take a walk outside. He looked like a homeless man, just your local hobo, covered in ragged clothes and with the dirtiest hair u can imagine, and he was just sitting there, almost at our doorstep, looking sadly at the ground. If I focused hard enough on his skin and clothes, I swear I could see things twitching beneath, like little lumps moving around every single part of his body. Once or twice I could even see the slightest hint of brown things coming out from behind him, though I can't really place what the hell they actually were, because the second I turned my gaze onto them, they scurried back into the shadows of his back. I think he noticed me staring, because he raised his head to look at me, and smiled. There were thin hair looking things coming out from the gaps between his teeth.

Now, I'm not one to be scared easily, especially not by little freaks on the street like him, but there was something so very wrong with him, that I just felt the need to run away and call the police. Still, I fought that urge for a little bit, there was probably a better way to deal with him and get him out of our porch than just calling the police on him. So i slowly approached, telling him, hell almost yelling at him, to find another place to waste his life in. I think he could hear the slight shaking on my voice. He waited until I was almost right beside him to finally decide to get up and go. Just before he did though, he clenched my wrist tightly, not letting go. That is when I noticed a thing crawling, quickly, all the way from behind his neck to his hand and onto mine; it was a cockroach, one slim brown little bastard. I screamed and pulled back the second it touched my arm and it fell straight to the floor. I swear I saw at least a dozen more of them coming for me from every single part of his body before I finally managed to get out of his grasp and run as fast I could.

I went back home and to my basement room a couple hours later, when I finally managed to calm down and make sure he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. After a couple days, I managed to almost forget what had happened and just kept living my unremarkable life as normal as possible, except maybe for a couple more cockroach sightings than normal. Living in such prime living conditions for those hellspawns, you managed to see them every once in a while, usually hiding behind furniture or in the creaks of a wall. But now they were starting to appear more and more often, usually standing in the middle of the room , for all the world to see. And they always showed up when they knew i couldn’t do anything to stop them being there, either because i was in bed or just distracted doing some meaningless task. Every single time I finally decided to stop what I was doing and try to kill them myself, it was always too late and they always managed to escape back into the shadows. I tried to ask my parents to buy any kind of pesticide or even call in an exterminator, but they didn’t really see the need for that, and I didn't have any money to actually do that myself. I don’t think it would have really worked either though.

It was a couple nights ago that it happened, the thing that actually made me want to come here and give a statement. I’m a very light sleeper, so any noise, as quiet as it can be, wakes me up. This was not a very pleasant noise to wake up too though. It sounded like a million of light steps on ground, too small and quiet to listen to if it was just one, but audible now just by sheer quantity. Like a hundred dozen things crawling slowly or quickly sometimes, bolting out until they were not able to be heard or meticulously walking on every surface that made their noises as loud as possible. And on top of all that cacophony there was twitching, the slow movement in place of wings opening, or antennas moving from side to side. I didn’t want to open my eyes, I knew what was on my ceiling, on the ground and all around me. I tried to stay still like that for as long as i could, maybe if i didn’t move, they were going to go away on their own, or someone was going to come in, and clean up all this mess. Maybe the world was going to solve itself without me moving a single finger. I could hear my breath, they could hear it too. And then I felt it, small and thin as a strand of hair, one leg coming up from the blankets into the exposed skin on my arm, and then another, and another. Six of them I counted, and then besides, a dozen. All moving slowly and feeling every single inch of my flesh.

I got up and bolted out of the door, into the house above, eyes still closed. I felt them in the handle when I opened the door. And all over me too, when I ran screaming to my parents bedroom. They didn’t believe me when I told them about the infestation. Maybe it was because when they actually came to check over me and my room, there was not a single roach in sight. Even though I can still feel them, crawling all over my body.

#tma oc #tma

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tophthedaydreamer · 2 years

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hehe just thinking about gibson

he's so vanilla and Normal but also slightly unhinged. obsessed with washing his hair and using 50+ conditioners. eats moldy bread. gets into facebook comment section arguments, but insists to others that he doesn't. crawls on the walls. has cat-like behavior. what a quietly weird little man.

#toph musings #don't mind me just rambling about one of my ocs #oc #ocs #he's just. a guy but also a creature.

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yaku-soba · 3 years

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i’ve seen this film before (this is an old story)

༶•┈┈ oikawa tooru x gn!reader | angst

༶•┈┈ general m.list

tags/warnings: angst (with an okay ending), swear words, oikawa doesn’t become a pro, kinda college au, author was listening to the folklore album and also mother mother while writing this, i think that’s warning enough

word count: 1.48k

a/n: this was originally supposed to be some sort of prose poetry for my poetry sideblog but it didn’t work out so </3 also, trying out a somewhat new writing style hehe :3

“someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.”

― richard siken, war of the foxes

»»————- ————- ————- ¤ ————- ————- ————-««

it goes like this: you fight over something small (it's never just something small), and after a while with whom the fault lies doesn't matter anymore (a double-edged sword: the fighting and the screaming and the shouting and the mocking).

it goes like this: radio silence, no missed calls, no unopened texts. oikawa, a character study: lover becomes roommate becomes a shadow you see slipping out the door if you wake up early enough. take-out ordered for one, a bed too large and cold. blankets that swamp you.

it ends like this: you cave first (you always cave first). oikawa is too proud to apologize and you are too tired and it is easier to brush all the broken pieces of each other under the rug (it's old, you don't remember where it came from, only that it's the colour of mold and smells like mothballs, despite your best efforts) and pretend the we are fucked up, we are fucking this up away. you hate the way this story ends, there is no other ending to this story.

»»————- ————- ————- ¤ ————- ————- ————-««

"tooru," you say, and the click of the door as he shuts it behind him rings like a gunshot. "do you know what day it is?"

oikawa is breathtaking, as always. "no," he says, casting his eyes to the moldy rug at your feet and then away, off to the side, "what day is it?" oikawa is breathtaking, and as always, he's a bad liar.

you smile, make no effort to pull it to your eyes. "it's pasta day," you answer, and it's as hollow as the ring-pop he gave you as a promise when you were younger (when you had thought you were in love; when you were in love).

he nods. "thanks for cooking dinner." he chucks off his shoes and socks in an act of practiced nonchalance.

there is no pasta day.

"welcome home," you tell him belatedly. he hums, says nothing in return.

(stilted conversation: the second stage of a terminal relationship.)

»»————- ————- ————- ¤ ————- ————- ————-««

once, you were young and in love.

it's been proven: youth and love makes one foolish.

the story, or the prologue - it goes like this: you meet oikawa at an impressionable age (the boy next door, the golden boy, the boy the coaches eye in a game, the boy all the girls talk about, the boy). he proceeds to make quite an impression on you (a burn from sparklers on a beach at a festival, a failed ollie that left a scar on your knee, bruised wrists from volleyball, the - invisible, but you know it’s there, just as oikawa knows - stitch over the exit wound in your chest). you grow up beside him and along the way, convince yourself that sticking with him is a natural progression (cherry blossoms bloom for only two weeks).

you and oikawa, him and you. it has always been the two of you. this story is very old, this story always ends the same way.

»»————- ————- ————- ¤ ————- ————- ————-««

you’re fucked up. you and oikawa, him and you - somewhere, along the way, you’d gotten fucked up. you don’t know who fucked it up first, it doesn’t matter anymore. (nothing matters but the brush of oikawa’s lips on your lips and the delicate flutter of his lashes and the rent that you cannot afford without a roommate).

oikawa is waiting on the couch when you come home (you came home later than usual - you’d seen him talking to a girl who had batted her lashes at him prettily the way he used to do to you). you shut the door behind you like a judge’s hammer, you slip out of your shoes and socks like water through earnest, cupped palms.

“late night?” he asks (no welcome home).

“yeah,” you reply (no i’m home). “i wanted to finish more of my project.”

oikawa hums, looks at you from beneath those damned lashes. “that essay?” he shifts, lifts his feet from the moldy-looking rug to sit cross-legged.

“yeah,” you say again. (you’d submitted the essay a month ago. you’re working on a presentation due in a week now).

“i ordered pizza,” oikawa says after a pause, “it should be arriving soon.”

you nod, step over the genkan and into the one-bedroom apartment. “thanks,” you tell him, “i’ll be right out.”

the bell rings while you’re changing into loungewear. you step out of the room just in time to see oikawa take the pizza out of the delivery girl’s hands - the same girl you’d seen touch his arm and smile (there is no home).

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oikawa’s working part-time at a local diner that keeps long hours. you’re working on a degree.

here’s the thing: he could probably afford a one-bedroom apartment of his own if he’s smart about his money.

here’s the thing: you can’t.

»»————- ————- ————- ¤ ————- ————- ————-««

“someone has to leave first,” wakatoshi tells you over lunch, “richard siken said so.”

“who?” there’s a tear right down the middle of your carrot-heart.

“someone who left first, or someone who was left. does it really matter?”

»»————- ————- ————- ¤ ————- ————- ————-««

here’s the point: oikawa with his long lashes and bedhead. oikawa’s sleepy smile in the mornings (you remember more than you know), the exact dip of his smile, the map you have of the lines of his palms.

the point is: oikawa staying out and not coming home (you stopped counting after the first month, but your heart still knows), waking up to a cold bed because oikawa started leaving earlier (to go the gym, he says). hesitancy in hands where there once was security, the subtle fall of a satellite out of orbit, the gradual fall out of the childhood familiarity of being young and in love. the point is -

the point is always oikawa.

»»————- ————- ————- ¤ ————- ————- ————-««

oikawa gets a new, better, actual job. he’s a volleyball coach at a high school, now.

you find out almost a month later, through takahiro and issei.

“oikawa’s confident they’ll make it to nationals this year,” issei says conversationally, sawing into his steak, “says his kids are promising.”

“what?” (you’ve seen this film before.)

“you know,” takahiro says, “the volleyball kids he’s coaching.” you did not know.

“ah,” you say anyway, fingers slipping around the fork in your hands and grasping onto the far edge of a cliff, “how could i forget.”

»»————- ————- ————- ¤ ————- ————- ————-««

you finish your degree. you get a (relatively) stable job at a nearby design office.

here’s the thing: they pay you well for a fresh graduate. here’s the thing: you can probably afford a one-bedroom apartment of your own if you’re smart about your money.

»»————- ————- ————- ¤ ————- ————- ————-««

“i’m moving out,” you say the moment oikawa opens the door, “thank you for everything.” (despite everything, you mean it. he’s taught you so many things.)

he smiles (it looks the same as what you imagine you’d smiled like the day of your first anniversary). “okay,” he says, and you think that that’s that.

“i’m sorry,” he says after a moment.

“yeah,” you say, “i am too.”

“thank you,” he continues, eyes almost the same shade as the day he’d brought you on a picnic, “i’ll always love you, you know that, right?”

you do (you feel the same, it is not the same love as when you had been fourteen and sixteen and seventeen and eighteen and nineteen, but it is still love).

“me too,” you say because there is nothing else to say, “you’re important to me. you’ll always be important to me.” it’s true: he was your first kiss and your first love and your first best friend and the first person you’re leaving first.

oikawa smiles, and disappears into the bathroom.

you stare at the ugly rug at your feet.

“is this okay?” you ask the broken pieces of you and him (curled around the jagged edges of each other, thorn to petal, bruise to open wound), “this is an okay ending, right?”

»»————- ————- ————- ¤ ————- ————- ————-««

here’s the point: oikawa as the boy you loved, oikawa as your youth, oikawa as a part of the past you will always hold close but not be held behind by.

a study in relationships: someone will always leave first, it is a very old story.

introspection and a universal truth: youth and love makes one foolish, being foolish is not always a bad thing.

the point is: someone will always leave first, sometimes people fall out of love, sometimes familiarity is not enough to hold them together.

an old story, another universal truth: someone will always leave first, it is not always a bad ending.

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p.s if you liked this, it would Be Cool if you leave me an ask / scream in the reblog tags because it would satisfy my need for validation 💔💔

#oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuucreations #oikawa tooru #haikyuu!!#kyouka writes

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madammobius · 3 years

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Chao Update: #3!

Heyo! Madam Mobius here again, and welcome back to the Mobius Garden! I’ve been really busy, and tonight I’ve got some special stuff for you, but first I just wanted to have a bit of transparency and go over a few things.

Since last time, I’ve started using Chao World Extended, a mod meant to enhance and improve the overall Chao World experience! However I’ve always been a *bit* of a purist when it comes to modding games, so I went through the customization options and only checked things that met one or more of these requirements

1: Aesthetic only: Things that only effect looks like the day/night cycle option

2: Was in the Dreamcast/GC port, but was somehow made unobtainable on PC. A good example of this is the jewel chao. The dreamcast had a little gadget called the VMU packaged in, and if you had enough of the in-game emblems you could unlock jewel chao, a special chao variant, with it. However, since the gamecube and PC have no VMU they have become completely unobtainable. Chao World Extended adds a different way to earn them through the Jewel Races! I thought this was fair because it’s still a challenge, and there would be no other way to do it anyway.

Here are some screenshots of the only options I have checked for the mod (as well as my SA2 application as a whole):

I’ve talked to some of the chao island admins and one has confirmed that beyond one thing (which we’ll get to when the time comes) there are no other vanilla changes, just additions

Okay cool, that’s probably the most infodumpy I’m ever gonna get here lol, like I said just trying to be transparent

Now who’s ready to see some cute chao?

They’re conversing :00

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Full video with sound here! (You can hear them talk !!)

He loves when I shake him hehe :))

Onto some of the more substantial changes though! I’m still trying to decide what type to evolve these little babies into, so throughout this post you may notice that I change course a little bit in the types of animals I give and which stats are highest. Rest assured though! By the end of this post I will definitively have the answer for my evolution plans!

Took a look at UwU’s stats, and it looks like her personality has cycled from the last time I checked! It was cry-baby before but now it’s energetic

Veeeeerrryyy interesting combination !

You absolute troll ( ⚆ ◡ ⚆ )

Work hard

...nap harder

Time to learn some wonderful singing! I wanted to focus on UwU for a bit so I left OwO in class

I’ve decided that UwU is going to be a power-type! Her highest stat grade is an A in Power so I decided I want to raise it to an S when she evolves

Soon she will be strong enough to demolish the competition in karate (｀\/´)

More stat grinding...

OwO has returned! He is now a wonderful singer :))

Accidentally gave UwU a vulture but the new wings and hair kinda look cool with the arms lol

Laaaaaaaaa!!!

I threw a bear at him lol (￣\/￣ )

Checked the black market and they had a very interesting item for sale! It seems my emblem collecting has paid off and there is a shiny blue egg for sale

( I actually saw a rarer orange one much earlier but didn’t get it so (ゝз･) )

I mean I really SHOULDN’T buy this one... I have enough emblems for much rarer eggs to appear... plus I’m already swamped raising the other two chao and... hmmm

I bought it.

They have all gathered around for the hatching!

Well..... at least she was there at first...

Guess she was curious and decided she doesn’t care ¯\_༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽_/¯

She’s aliiiiiiiive!!!!

Welcome to the world, small child

DRAMATIC POSE

𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙏𝙀

...this is literally the most adorable creature on the planet I would die for you （；へ：）

Stat check!

Not terrible! I don’t think I’ll evolve her based on stats though, she’s way too adorable NOT to be evolved for looks

Checks out

Taking her to the fortune teller to get her named next...

hmmm... blue... shiny..... water name? uhhhh hydro? no no.... ocean? nah nah...

wait.

Heheheheheh....

Heheheheheheh...

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH...!

Everyone say hi to Soleanna! (Second N was removed in-game because of character limit, but her name is Soleanna)

For those unaware, Soleanna was the name of the City of Water in Sonic 06! I thought it was fitting because it’s water themed but also silly and a sonic reference lol

You know truth be told... UwU and OwO’s names were just kinda pulled out of a jokey joke hat because I needed to call them SOMETHING. I was gonna wait a little longer, but now that we have a naming theme...

Elise and Mephiles it is! (again, Mephiles had to be cut short because of character limit but...)

I thought it made sense because they’re both hero and dark chao, plus it fits with the Sonic 06 reference theme

Mephiles would be proud to have an evil chao named after him :))

I guess Elise has taken a liking to Soleanna’s eggshell.... I can’t tell if that’s endearing or SUPER weird...

bird :))

looks like Mephiles is going to the races!

LITERALLY ANNIHILATED THOSE OTHER CHAO

ONCE AGAIN

He won a shovel!

Elise is gonna do some Karate! Use the strength of all those bears I gave you!

OHHHHHH!!

TWO HIT K-O!!

She preceded to absolutely annihilate the entire tournament!

Owned

whatcha got there, Soleanna?

SHE’S RIDIN’ THE DUCK!! (ⅈ▱ⅈ)

Awwww, Elise and Mephiles are singing and playing music for her while she rides!! They’re all so cute !!

So uh.... I kinda did some stat grinding with a dark character on Elise and well...

...she looks a bit like moldy cheese now

I’ll get her fixed up with Tails, don’t worry ε-(´ D｀) ﾌ

no thoughts, head empty

wait a minute... i hadnt even noticed! Elise’s evolution stat traits are starting to come in! that means she’s getting closer to evolving into a power chao! (power chao have these sort of stripey patterns on them)

We did some more karate to celebrate

It went about how you would expect after her last performance ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In other news though, I’ve decided Mephiles’ final type! I’m gonna go with run! Mephiles’ namesake is a Shadow impersonator, and since a Dark-Run chao looks like Shadow I thought it would be funny :))

So I went to City Escape to collect some rabbits! And uh...

They are looking....

...and I do not know if it is respectfully ●﹏●

Mephiles understands that even dark lords of evil can have cute pink bunny rabbit ears

I’m sure you’ve noticed, but Mephiles’ evolution stat traits are coming in too! He’s growing spines and getting a little bluer!

You’re so adorable I’m gonna lose it...

Alrighty! Before we go, here’s a final stat-check for the road!

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That’s all for now folks! Thank you for reading it all if you made it here :))

Remember to check out https://chao-island.com/ if you want to learn more about chao and the raising experience! It’s a great resource

My chao posts will always be tagged with #MobiusGarden in case you wish to block them

Love u!

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The Ulzzang Project - Part 2 | Jeon Wonwoo

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Genre:

Fluff, crack (maybe explicit content in the next chapters)

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x female reader

Warnings: none, just a smirk here and there ;)

Words: 2.7k

A/N: Hello there! Here’s part 2 and I just wanted to thank everyone who had liked my work so far :3 I’d be more than happy to know your thoughts about this part too hehe. Oh and it’s not over yet so watch out for a part 3 somewhen in the next days/weeks. As always, excuse my grammar - also because I didn’t re-read this part ugh.... ♡

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After uni, you went back home to get rid of your notebook and papers. Finally your backpack wasn't heavy anymore and you could fill it with stuff you would need later. A soft knock on your door interrupted you, it was your mother. "Do you want to try some of the avocado salad that i made? It's really good you know?" Smiling, your eyes wandered around your room. "I'll join you after I'm done here, mom. Maybe in 10 minutes." She left your door with a happy 'okay', leaving you alone again.

On your way back home, you thought about what to prepare for later. On your list were cute clothes and nail polish. First you wanted to bring some makeup as well but when you remembered that you wouldn't reveal much of your face anyways so there was no use. Nail polish could deliver a more sophisticated vibe? Elegant? .... sexy? You had different possibilities for photos in your head. Like wrapping your arms around your best friend or covering his eyes with your hands. Your dark red nail polish could be a great addition to it. There were a lot of cute clothes in your wardrobe. You didn't want to bring everything with you since you would need different pieces for the next days and photos but there was also a chance to take more photos in advance so you could relax in between - or plan more if it fails.

On your way out of the room, you saw a bunch of pastel hair clips and ties that you quickly threw inside your bag.

Walking over to your mother, you sat down across her and looked at your plate in awe. "Wow mom! You should definitely open a youtube channel or write a book with your recipes.. or make an instagram account with your food! It looks amazing!" Your mother giggled at your comment. But you meant it. The way your mother placed the salad on the plate and decorated it with little tomatoes to make it more colorful, you didn't want to destroy it with your fork. And the way the avocado was cut and twisted like a rose on top of the mixed salad. "Is it as good at it seems?" Your question caused your mother to pout slightly. "Of course! If not, even better! You will see!"

And it really was. Not that it was a big surprise to you. Your mother was a great cook, a great baker, a great improviser. Just an all rounder and you often asked yourself what you had inherited because besides making simple dishes, you failed at all the other things your mother could do without breaking a sweat.

„Do you have plans today?"

"Yup!" You answered while chewing.

"Are you going to sleep at Wonwoo's place again?"

"Yup!"

"Ah, you guys seem very close. I love it!"

"We have some kind of project going on so we have to spend more time together."

"If that's even possible. When are you going to move in with him?"

You choked on a slice of avocado. "What?!"

"I mean you can be honest with me, dear. You know I would be overly happy if you guys end up together. Oh my god that would be perfect!"

"Mom, stop dreaming. He's my bestie. I'm his bestie. I laughed at him when in kindergarten a girl punched out his canine and he laughed at me when I puked all over our high school teacher. I could never ever date someone who knows that much embarrassing stories about me. Never!"

Your mother looked at you with more determination in her eyes. "But don't those memories make it even better? Being old and grumpy and laughing about stories like that? Or looking at photos and remembering the good old times?" She clapped her hands excitedly but you just rolled your eyes. Your parents would try to get you two together until the very end it seemed.

Awaiting a response from you, you felt the familiar tension rising up and this was the perfect time to leave before the discussion about you dating her best friend's son would continue forever, resulting in you being too late at Wonwoo's place.

Ignoring your mother's complains and whines, you quickly finished your dish and ran to the door, sliding into your converse before leaving the apartment with a 'see you tomorrow, mom. I love you'.

Wonwoo's apartment wasn't too far away. Just 3 stops away that you two often walked the short distance whenever the weather was good or you weren't in a hurry. Right in the middle of the way was a little park where you sometimes meet up in the middle of the night to talk about things that bothered you or just to get ice cream. But if the weather was too bad, a phone call would do instead.

Sometimes you were wondering what would be different if Wonwoo and you had feelings for each other. If you two would be attracted to each other. Would your friendship change that much or would it stay the same? Just with the additional couple stuff?

After picking up some burritos from your favorite restaurant, you entered Wonwoo's apartment complex and not long after, you were ringing his doorbell. As if he had been waiting for you, the door opened almost immediately.

"Yo! I got us food! You hungry?"

"You know me too well."

He waved you inside and half an hour later, you two were laying on the couch, your head resting on his lap while his long fingers played with your hair, music playing in the background.

"So, I guess the food wasn't what you meant with urgent, right?"

You looked up at him with a sour face, causing him to chuckle. "Okay okay miss, please don't bury my body in a moldy backyard with your gaze. So.. you want more photos?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what kind of photos you want?"

"Yes."

"Do we need a lot?"

"Yes."

"Will this take a long time so you are going to sleep here?"

"Yes."

"Everything's telling me that you missed me."

"Ye- what? Oh wait..." You propped yourself up, facing him. "Where were you when I sent the text?"

"Mh? I was with Dokyeom and Chan. Chan had troubles with the kids from that other school again so Dokyeom wanted to help. Actually a good plan if you ask me but they ended up being bullied together... so your man had to help."

"My man? Tsk, you wish."

"Is hero better?"

"Worse."

Wonwoo pushed his bottom lip out, giving you a puppy look. "Oh Wonwoo, please stop."

"Tell me I did good and I will."

"Disgusting!"

Turning around so he was now facing your back, he moved closer to you, grabbing and shaking your shoulders in an attempt to convince you. “Pretty please?? Come on, y/n."

You sighted loudly. "Man... alright. You helped our friends so of course you did good."

He cocked his head a bit and stopped the shaking, thinking about your words before nodding satisfied. He knew you well enough to get what he wanted.

Readjusting himself, he leaned back, arms extended over the backrest in both directions. "So is the little lady now up for the sexy photos?" His cocky way to look and talk to you made you gag. You hit his chest and pointed at him. "I told you, I won't do that with you. I wanted to take cute photos so I brought a bunch of clothes and stuff!"

Wonwoo gave your backpack a curious look. "A bunch of clothes... you're staying the night.. where is your stuff for uni then?"

His question was followed by silence. You really forgot that you had to go to uni again. All the thoughts about your new Instagram page made you forget the important stuff you need for a living. How could you forget?! Now you have to get up earlier tomorrow so you can get your stuff from home. You are so stupid!

"You are so stupid!" Wonwoo spoke your thoughts out loud and facepalmed you softly with a chuckle. You just sighted with a defeated expression. „You know, you are really smart y/n but only when you want to. And that doesn’t happen often. Bestie speaking.“ Your nose scrunched with a scoff. You were more than thankful to have such a good friend like Wonwoo but you often felt the urge to hit him with an iron bat for his honesty.

But before you would dwell in self-pity or would smash something real hard against his head - because he knew that expression on your face - Wonwoo stood up and got your bag, changing the topic. "Let's start with the photos then before you get sleepy."

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4 hours later, you two had enough. What started off with easy-going selfies with laughter and bickering, quickly turned into a competition between the two of you. Of course you took the much needed photos for your Instagram page but in between you halfway forgot about it and having a better selfie than Wonwoo was suddenly all that counted. The goal was to get the other to surrender, which wasn’t easy. Neither of you wanted to lose and because you had known each other for over a decade, you knew almost all sides of the other. There was nothing that could shock you or surprise you. That’s what you thought.

Because somewhere after 10 pm, Wonwoo suddenly announced his plan to take a shower and you thought nothing was wrong with that. Little did you know, that he was going to take photos there. So while you were comfortable on the couch with a bowl of snacks in your lap, you scrolled through the new bunch of photos. You even created several folders. ’IG me’, ‘IG Wonu’, ‘IG cute’ and ‘IG others’. Today was all about being cute although there were quite a few times when neither Wonwoo or you liked the others ideas. For example, you wanted to take a photo of Wonwoo fixing your shoe laces because you had seen a lot of other people doing that but he thought it was a stupid idea to do it at home. It would look fake, he said. And you had agreed. You made a mental note to take this photo the next time you were outside. Or Wonwoo suggested that he could place his hand on your bare thigh and take a photo just because he wanted to ‘spice it up a little’. You made him stop with an extra hard punch on his arm though. You weren’t able to count how often you had to remind him that you only wanted cute and innocent photos.

Trying to choose one for today’s evening post, you smiled at the photos of him struggling to make you a fishtail braid. He had studied several videos of tutorials and even worked on your hair while a video was playing but he failed so hard that you took nearly 100 photos of it. Thanks to the nearby mirror, you were able to take them without revealing too much of your identity.

You heard how the bathroom door unlocked and saw Wonwoo leave it seconds after, dressed in dark pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt, with one hand rubbing a towel through his hair, with the other typing on his phone. ‘What an all-rounder’, you snorted under your breath, thinking to yourself that he must be the only man who could multi-talk even though this ability ended with a third task but for a man it was still impressive. When he joined you on the couch, you quickly made some space so he won’t sit down on your face, also offering him a snack which you put in his mouth as he opened up.

“Refresh the app, y/n.”

With curious eyes, you did what you were told and the moment you saw what he meant, you stopped yourself gasping halfway.

“W-what the??” Your arms covered your eyes almost instinctively.

"I mean, cute photos always get good feedback. But if you want to have a boost in likes and followers, this is the way to go."

“B-but you should have discussed it with me beforehand!” You whined while peeking through your fingers to glare at him from the side.

“Oh really?” His voice was teasingly innocent which made the situation less stressful for you.

What was open on your phone screen was a photo of your best friend, his bare chest wet with water and a suggestive smirk on his lips. You couldn’t see above his mouth nor much below his navel but it was enough to cause your cheeks to heat up furiously. You knew he was handsome, you have always known, but right now was a little different. To see him taking advantage of it like this made you speechless. You didn’t dare to stare for too long, you felt the eyes of the person beside you on yourself.

“So what do you say?”

“…….. let’s go to bed!”

Wonwoo’s eyes got slightly bigger in surprise but then there was a smirk on his lips. “So that’s the way you roll, baby? Okay, let’s have some fun then.”

You almost spit out the cheese ball that was in your mouth. “What the hell?? Jeon Wonwoo, I’m sleepy! I want to sleep!! And stop babying me or you won’t be able to go to uni tomorrow!!”

“Is that so? What are you planning on doing to me huh?”

Getting up, you stomped off to the bathroom. “You’re extremely annoying, you know that?”

He just chuckled at your reaction and followed you to get ready for bed. “I love you too, y/n.”

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The next day at uni was like any other day, except you were than sleepy and annoyed because smart y/n had to get her stuff from home. When you sat outside from uni with your friends, Wonwoo was across the bench you were sitting beside Hoshi, currently listening to him ramble about visiting the zoo and greeting his tiger family when a group of girls squealed all of a sudden.

You all looked in the direction of the source and Seungkwan sighed. “Yoon Jeonghan, who else.”

“Yoon who?”

“The most handsome guy on campus according to the uni magazine,” Hoshi added and you cocked your head, seeing him from afar. He had silky hair and a sharp jawline. He was attractive but you wouldn’t call him the most handsome guy.

"I don't think he's sooo handsome though. Wonwoo is way better.” You said after a while, finishing the teriyaki wrap you were holding in your hand.

A piece of grilled sausage fell from Wonwoo's chopsticks but he quickly took it in between again and continued eating so no one knew. Getting compliments from you wasn't something new to him but lately it felt a little different but he couldn't wrap a finger around it what it really was.

"Oh just open his Instagram. You can thank me later."

You shook your head no and took a sip of your water. “No thanks. Not interested.”

“But it’s funny. Once he kind of fought off a group of admires when a girl fell and twisted her ankle. She had to wear a cast for half a year but she was happy because it was Yoon Jeonghan. Crazy, isn't it?"

"You're ridiculous.” Once again, you turned around to look at the allegedly most wanted man from campus who disappeared in the building including his fans.

"Everyone on campus knows that story and a lot more. How you missed out on important facts like this is a mystery, really. Where do you live? Behind the moon?”

Shrugging your shoulders at the comment, you unlocked your phone, trying to show your friends how uninteresting that Yoon Jeonghan was to you but secretly you looked up his Instagram. Well, not bad. He knew how to pose. And was his skin really that pale and clear? Must be a filter. You were 100 % sure. Absentmindedly you scrolled through it but when you had enough, you went to your shared account with Wonwoo. ‘Oh a new post!’ Quickly making sure that Hoshi wasn’t looking, you opened the post and nearly dropped the phone when you saw the text Wonwoo had added. The photo was uploaded 2 minutes ago. A photo from yesterday when he was playing with your hair after you two had dinner. You didn’t know he took a photo. Your eyes were glued on the short text.

I’m in love with her.

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