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#TEAM NIGHTLIGHT
bellatheinkdemon · 11 months
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Made a PMD team based on my Darkrai and (Hisuian) Zoroark in PLA
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Basically, Knightmare is voice of reason for Starlight. (Which is good considering that Starlight hates orders and only listens to what Knightmare says.)
I feel like their team name would be Team Nightlight. Basic, but fits well.
Also no I will not stop drawing Darkrai. They're my comfort Pokemon damnit
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Fenrir: !?!?!?!
Malara: Oh...my...goodnesS...
Taluco: HoLY FUcKING SHIt!!! tREYFA!?!?!
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Soyuka: Y-Yohoho...U-Um...am I still high?
Troval: )OH MY LORD...LOOK AT MY BABY!!( )Oh, I thought I never see the day, Tay-Tay ya look so stunning!!( )Imma take so many pictures and show them to Montie and the others, let me get my camera!!(
Zippel: Nice titz...
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Treyfa: ☄I hate...my life...)
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ssstars-in-blue · 3 months
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Woe!! Art dump be upon ye!!
I've been trying a whole bunch of new things and playing around with an AU. (Also once again brainrotting about Promare). Now you get to witness the fruits of that 🤭🫡
I reaaaaly need to find a better way to take photos man...
(Click for quality, as usual rip)
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rechiigu · 9 months
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nighlights smol
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mothcandii · 1 year
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my 2022 art summary!
Template by endrae btw!!
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chocolateteapotsvis · 2 years
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Missing You in the Soul Bond (Halbarry, T, 3 of 11)
Chapter 3: Invested and Affected
Barry spent his life avoiding his soulmate. Now, as the Flash, he needs them more than ever. And he should find them, in person, so that he can be there for them like they are for him.
Things don’t go that smoothly.
Not a new chapter, but a new doodle
Watercolor and pen, with color correction and minor edits in Clip Studio Paint
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I'm gonna talk about this once and then never mention it again lol because I'm a loser like that. So I'm writing this post httyd 3 fic that takes place when Zephyr and Nuffink are teens (I think maybe 15 and 13) and it's such a self indulgent fic that I'm literally too embarrassed to ever post it. Most of the characters are ocs. I've ignored the canon kids' canon personalities. I bring the dragons back. I do want I want.
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I imagine your... Ceruledge? the one with the little puff things on them. I imagine they're not too fond of rain? Those puff things seem like they'd get soggy and weigh them down when it gets rainy, not to mention the flames that make up their body!
Ah yes, Serenity. She's not exactly the most normal Ceruledge but I still love her, since she helped me through some... dark times. As you suspect, she really does not like rain. Thankfully Nightlight my Desparlon is capable of floating overhead as an umbrella.
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kafus · 1 year
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please let me introduce you to NeverHappy, my most beloved pokemon ever.
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i found her as a budew on someone else’s save file after buying a used copy of pokemon platinum. the name “NeverHappy” was a pretty obvious joke about how budew evolves from happiness, and since the previous owner was going to keep her in a box forever, never use her, and never evolve her, she would never be happy. this activated some feral response in my brain and i decided no. she WOULD be happy. i was still replaying through all my old gen 4 games at the time but i traded her off to my other gen 4 files for safekeeping until i could do stuff with her.
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oh trust me game. i would.
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so you might have thought my plans were to simply evolve her and beat the game with her, get her to level 100, maybe even EV train her - but i had much bigger plans. i was going to ribbon master her. the ribbon master challenge, or the process of “ribbon mastering” a pokemon, is getting every single ribbon possible on a pokemon from the game it was caught in to the most recent game it can be transferred to. if you weren’t aware, that’s a LOT of ribbons. there are 40 in gen 4 alone. i had a lot to do.
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(the above clean screenshot was taken by backing up my cartridge save and screenshotting a battle video in emulator. however, i did all of this on my actual DS! i don’t like playing on emulator. not as fun)
i had to beat every contest (normal-master rank in all 5 categories) and do a bunch of other random stuff but my favorite part of the process was defeating the battle tower... 6 times. the battle frontier contains the most challenging battles in gen 4 by far, as opponents have good stats and competitive movesets. there’s 6 battle tower ribbons in gen 4 - two for singles at different points in the win streak, one for doubles, one for multis /w NPCs, one for multis /w another player (i just played with myself on two dses), and one for ranking up in the wi-fi room, which is now accessible again due to fan servers restoring internet functionality for gens 4 and 5.
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NeverHappy was randomly caught in the wild and did not have a competitive nature or stats, so i figured that she would just be tagging along in the back while i took out all the win streaks with 2 good pokemon, but she ended up clutching out wins in times of dire need... multiple times. she even ended up being necessary in the wi-fi room to stall out prevalent hacked pokemon like no guard sheer cold machamp, which hits 1 hit KO moves every time, with a gimmicky and convoluted leech seed + substitute strategy.
i could go into all of my team members and the excessive lengths i went to get them all (don’t even get me started on my shiny competitive latias from pokemon emerald) but that’s a story for another day.
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by the end of gen 4 i was extremely emotionally attached and she was already becoming one of my favorite pokemon, now with 40 whole ribbons after days and weeks of effort.
i have ribbon mastered pokemon before, so all of my save files in gens 6, 7, and 8 were already set up to transfer neverhappy into and grab all of the ribbons. i had a lot more battling and little tasks ahead of me. it’s really cool how ribbon mastering forces you to interact with pretty much every feature of every pokemon game.
and so i transferred her! gen 5 doesn’t have any ribbons, so it was just an intermediary to transfer into gen 6. at this point, i had also acquired a shiny luxray from pokeradar chaining in platinum named Nightlight, and i was ribbon mastering them together, but once again, a story for another day.
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first into gen 6... getting the super training ribbon was really annoying but the battle maison was pretty easy. i had a team in multis with terrakion and a whimsicott with beat up that could 1 hit KO all of the boss battle’s legendaries in one hit LOL
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then gen 7... this one went by pretty quickly but i opted to get the best friends ribbon here instead of in XY or ORAS because it was really simple to get with rainbow pokebeans, since all you have to do is max out affection and it only takes a couple rainbow beans to do that in USUM.
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and gen 8! you can see nightlight to the left in this picture. by far the hardest part of gen 8 was getting the ribbon awarded for winning a battle in master rank in online VGC against other players. i definitely had to grind that one for a while.
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then, she even got an award in BDSP for being a pokemon originating from the original diamond/pearl/platinum games, which was really cool.
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oh, and since i had cloned neverhappy back in gen 4 with a glitch so that i would always have a copy of her in her origin games, i was able to take this neat picture! how the times have changed LMAO
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luckily she was even a part of PLA’s roster and i was able to take a picture with her there, too... which actually might end up being important since there’s an invisible flag somewhere in the game’s code that gets turned on when you take a picture with your pokemon in the photo studio, which could potentially become a ribbon in the future in another game.
so, trainer Platina from 2016, you were wrong! NeverHappy is in fact happy now and has done more than most people’s pokemon have seen in their entire lifetime. she is my most cherished pokemon and i love her more than i love myself. i think i would die for her
i abbreviated this story a lot because i didn’t want to make this post longer than it already was but i was randomly inspired to talk about this today since SV is coming out soon and there will be more ribbons to collect for any of my ribbon masters that can be transferred into SV, which got me thinking about her. my journey with ribbon mastering has taught me more about pokemon games than any normal person should ever know and if you were interested in any details i left out or how i accomplished certain ribbons (including battle frontier strategies) feel free to shoot me an ask! :D i love talking about pokemon at any time any day of the week.
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woso-dreamzzz · 2 months
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Struggle
Hardersson x Child!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: You try to get dressed by yourself
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There's a lot of change now that you live in England. There's no more Wolfsburg, no more German and no more Morsa through the phone. Now it's Not-Wolfsburg and English and Morsa in person.
It's a big change but you're being very brave about it all and trying to be a big girl.
Momma has been a little stressed about settling in at Not-Wolfsburg and with getting everything moved into the house. Some of the things that were meant to be shipped over have been delayed so she's a little antsy about it.
You try to be helpful like keeping your toys tidy and not complaining too much when Morsa wants to take pictures of you in her Not-Wolfsburg jersey but things are very different.
Your English is not quite as good as your other languages so Momma and Morsa exclusively speak it to you at home unless you're very tired and tearful. You're trying very hard with your English though and are learning new things every day.
You think that if you try very hard it might make Momma more relaxed so you're desperately trying to find other ways to make her relaxed too. One of the girls from training told you that big girls get dressed by themselves.
You've never done it before but Morsa calls you her big girl all the time so you must be one. Morsa always lays your clothes out the night before you wear them and tonight you stand at her side as she chooses.
"Um..." You say because you still have to speak English and you're trying to think of your words. "That!" You point at one of your plain t-shirts nestled between a Wolfsburg shirt and a Not-Wolfsburg shirt.
Momma tells you all the time now that you can't wear a Wolfsburg jersey to Not-Wolfsburg training because it's a little bit rude but you don't want to wear a Not-Wolfsburg jersey either. You kind of wish you had a red jersey because teams with red on their jerseys are always really good.
Regardless, you point at the plain t-shirt because it's the happy middle before also choosing the pair of shorts that have stars on them.
"Good choice," Morsa says before she lays them out on the little rocking chair you have in the corner for bedtime cuddles," Alright, into bed."
You hurry to get under the covers, making sure to give girl-swan and girl-moose kisses. Momma comes in as you do so. She tucks your blankets up to your chin before placing feather-light kisses to your face.
"I love you."
"Love you," You echo and Morsa takes her place.
She gives you kisses too. "I love you."
"Love you."
Momma turns on your nightlight and Momma leaves your door open a crack.
You make sure to go to sleep very quickly so the morning can come sooner and you can impress Momma and Morsa by getting dressed all by yourself.
It's still quite dark when you wake up but your nightlight is still on so you can still see and you make your way over to where your clothes are waiting.
You manage to slip your shorts on fairly easily because you only need to put your feet in the holes and pull them up like you do with your pull-ups. It's a little weird though because usually your pockets are at the back rather than the front but you've managed to do your shorts all by yourself so you don't really think a lot about how the pockets have changed positions.
It's the t-shirt that gives you trouble. First, you can't find the neckhole, trying to force your head through the arm holes twice. Next, you somehow manage to get your elbow through one of the holes but, when you realise that your actual hand hasn't gone through, you find out that you can't get your elbow back out.
You don't like this feeling and whine loudly as you try to fight it but it's just no use. You struggle uselessly against it until you're quite firmly stuck and that makes you fall onto your butt and cry.
"Okay, okay," Momma's comforting voice shushes you softly as her hands gently pushes at your elbow from the other side until it pops out and falls limp at your side.
The t-shirt is pulled off of your head and you surge into Momma's arms. She cradles you instantly, holding you close into her warm safety as you wet her pyjama top with your tears.
You blubber half-words into her neck as her gentle hand rubs your back.
"What was that about, huh, Princesse?" Momma asks, not forcing you out of your hiding spot.
"What was what about?" Morsa pops her head into the room, taking in the way that your pyjamas lie on the floor with your t-shirt and the way that you're being held against Momma. Her eyes drift down to your shorts where she bursts out laughter. "Your shorts are on backwards."
Immediately, you burst into tears.
"Magda!" Momma hisses and you know she's serious because she's using Morsa's adult name.
Morsa looks a little apologetic when she sees your state and moves to touch you but you shy away. She frowns and extends her hand for you but you still refuse to take it.
"What happened? Huh?" Momma asks you softly.
"Bein' big girl," You cry.
"Oh, yeah?
You nod pathetically.
"And that's why you tried to get dressed all by yourself?"
You nod even more pathetically than before. You tried really hard to be a big girl but, just like your English, you're not very good at it yet. You're just a little girl and little girls don't get to get dressed by themselves.
You're a bit sullen as Momma and Morsa work together to get you dressed, head hung low as Momma swaps your shorts around the right way and Morsa gets your head through the right hole of your t-shirt.
You're a little girl today.
You wish you were a big girl.
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apute11as · 4 months
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Terrible twos - Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen (+child)
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Summary: Mapi and Ingrid are navigating the terrible twos.
Warnings⚠️: none I don’t think?
Author note: I’m not sure if two year olds can speak this well? Let’s say she’s almost 3😂?
Based on this request :))
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“MAMMAAAA! MAMI!” your sudden cries ring though the apartment.
The noise startled Mapi awake, her shifting on the bed waking Ingrid up from next to her. Ingrid began to sit up to go and check on you but was quickly stopped by her girlfriend beside her.
“I got her amor, you need rest” Mapi said, gesturing to the Norwegians growing bump.
“Ok thank you please come get me if she’s still fussy” insisted Ingrid
“Will do” Mapi replied, kissing her temple and making her way to your room next door.
When she got there she found you sat on the edge of your bed with your knees tucked into you chest, nightlight on, tears tracks staining your cheeks.
“Oh bebita what’s wrong Mami is here” Mapi comforted, cradling you into her chest.
“Scared” you replied meekly
“Of what Bebé?”
“I don’t like the big girl bed!” you snapped “I want my cot back!” you spat
“Oh querida but you’re a big girl now, you have a training bed. Plus we are going to need the cot for when your baby sister arrives” she offered hoping to calm you down
“No! That’s my bed baby sister can get her own!” you urged, thrashing your fists onto the mattress beside you.
“Hey hey calm down, I thought you were a big girl?” Mapi questioned knowing that this phrase usually worked with you
“I am a big girl!” You insisted
“Big girls don’t need baby beds do they?” Mapi asked you
“No guess not but I’m still sad” you pouted
“Why are you said bebita?”
“You and Mamma will love the new baby and forget about me!” you sobbed
“No no mi amor we could never forget about you! We will love the new baby and you just the same!” Mapi urged you
“¿Promesa?” you held out your pinky finger as it was yours and Mami’s so called ‘super secret swear’
“Promesa” Mapi replied, interlocking your pinkies and shaking them.
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That was the first of many tantrums that came with the ‘terrible twos’, which were not helped by the problematic jealously of your unborn sibling.
When your Mamma and Mami found out it was another baby girl, the possessiveness only increased. That much was evident when you and Mamma went to watch Mami and the team training one day.
“Do you have your bag princesa? asked Mami as she grabbed her keys off the side ready to drive the two of you to the training facility.
“Oops no” you announced before toddling back to your room to grab it
When you returned Mamma shoved some snacks into the pockets and grabbed your hand, before turning to the lock the apartment door. The car journey was surprisingly pleasant (you often had a habit of asking if you were nearly there hundreds of times). Mamma strapped you into your car seat and put on some of your favourite Spanish songs which you happily attempted to sing to (getting most of the words wrong).
When you got there Mamma helped you out of the car seat and insisted you hold her hand whilst she walked because you also had an annoying habit of running off when no one was looking.
Mamma greeted the security guards at the entrance as they had a long conversation that you thought was boring. They kept asking Mamma about the baby and you just wanted to hurry up and go play with the team.
Finally they stopped talking and Mamma guided you through the building and into the changing rooms that led onto the pitch.
“Now elskling you need to be good ok. I don’t want you distracting the girls whilst they’re training. I can’t run off after you now ok because of the baby so stay on your toy mat or playing with the ball on the side ok?”
Said Ingrid sternly
“Ok Mamma I’ll be good” you beamed up at her with a toothy grin
“Of course you will mi solskinn” she said returning the smile.
The two of you walked out hand in hand as you spotted the girls training on the pitch at the end of the field. You watched as Mamma took your bag and got out a small blanket to put on the floor. She then took out the colouring book and plastic fairies that you’d put in there and laid them out for you to play with.
You’d been playing peacefully for around 10 minutes, completely in your own world before Mamma’s voice snapped you out of it.
“I’m just going to the toilet bebita okay? Your baby sister has decided to sit on my bladder” she laughed. “So stay here and play nicely ok I’ll be 5 minutes” she said with a serious expression
“Okay Mamma” you said without a second thought.
All you were thinking about was what a bladder actually was. You hadn’t heard that word before and you’d wondered why, whatever it was, your baby sister was sat in it. It took about 30 seconds of you repeating the word for you to realise Mamma had actually gone. You contemplated starting to cry, hoping that would bring her back but after thinking it over in your head you’d decided that was too boring.
Instead, you decided to wander. You got up and made your way to the side door that you knew led out of the training area. You stumbled a little on the uneven gravel as your little legs struggled to keep up with the pace you were trying to run at.
You ended up at a building with a big sign you couldn’t read. All you knew was that it had a red and white cross on it and it reminded you of Switzerland (but the other way around) like where Ana was from. You missed Ana she had moved teams now. Maybe that’s where they were secretly hiding Ana you thought t yourself as you decided to investigate further, pushing the big door open.
When you made it through the door, it did not look like Ana’s Switzerland at all. It looked scary, there were a bunch of weird machines you didn’t understand and you didn’t recognise this place at all. You decided to wander on, in hopes that you’d find something or someone you knew.
Your wish was granted when you came face to face with your Tia Alexia.
“Ay dios mio pequeña what on earth are you doing here?” She questioned frantically, with a concerned look in her eyes.
“Went on a walk” you shrugged
“Where’s your Mamma? Mapi said she was bringing you today”
“She went to the toilet because the baby is in her bladder”
Alexia couldn’t help but laugh at your likely misinterpretation of what Ingrid had presumably told you.
“Ok bebita and did she tell you to go off on a walk on your own whilst she went to the toilet?”
“No” you said staring at your little shoes as to not meet her disappointed look. “Thought it was Switzerland” you sulked
“Switzerland why did you thing that?” She asked, confused.
“Had flag on the door” you replied simply
“What? Ohh no bebé that’s a medical flag like a hospital, it does look like the Switzerland flag though” she chuckled
“This is a hospital?” you said with a look of worry
“No no it’s similar though it’s like a doctor just for the team”
“Mamma goes to a doctor to check the baby! Why are you in the doctor for the team Tia Ale? Do you have baby in your belly too like Mamma?” You questioned eyes wide with surprise.
“No no bebita hahaha I don’t have a baby in my belly. I’m just having a little monthly check on my knee to make sure it’s all good” she smiled at your innocence.
“Oh if you have a baby Tia Ale you can name it after me? You said Olga loved me when I stayed at your house!” You insisted
“Hmm Olga did love you but if we have a baby I think it needs a different name but maybe you can help me pick if that time comes” she bargained
“Okay” you shrugged, that seemed to be enough for your little brain.
“Right enough talking about me having babies” she laughed “let’s get you back to your Mamma I’m sure she’s worried sick” said Alexia, scooping you up into her arms so you couldn’t run off again.
Meanwhile…
Ingrid had just returned from what might have been her 15th bathroom trip of the day because of the baby. She strolled though the changing rooms and was ready to reward your patient behaviour with a snack from your backpack. However, when she reached the field you weren’t sat on your blanket, she glanced around and you weren’t nearby.
Panic started to settle in her as she couldn’t see you anywhere. Watching as the girls started to walk back from training in her direction, she scanned her eyes over them, hoping to find that you’d just wandered off to see Mapi but her prayers weren’t answered as she couldn’t see your small form amongst them. The anxiety had really started to settle in now as she had no idea where you’d gone.
Seconds later the girls were in front of her, Mapi reached for her waist and planted a firm kiss on her lips.
“Hola mi amor and mi bebita” she said rubbing Ingrid’s swollen stomach. “Where’s pequeña?” Questioned the defender, confusion present on her features.
“I’m sorry Mapi I don’t know” Ingrid said as she broke down into tears. “I went to the toilet for a couple minutes because the baby made me need to pee and I didn’t take her with me because she was playing so nicely and now she’s wandered off and I don’t know where too” she explained, tears rolling down her face as she sobbed into Mapi’s shoulder.
“It’s ok she’ll be fine amor, there’s no way for her to leave the compound with out security realising” assured the blonde. “She will be around somewhere and someone will have found her” she insisted
“Yeah yeah you’re right I’m sorry Maps I just feel like such a bad mother I’ve lost our daughter, how am I supposed to look after two of them together” she cried more
The team were gathered around them, with pitiful looks on their faces, no one wanted to interject.
“No Ingrid you are not a bad mother don’t ever say that, you’re just hormonal at the moment ok and she’s going through the terrible twos so she’s being an absolute nightmare at the moment. It’s normal Cariño ok?” She said as she comforted the younger girl by rubbing soothing circles on her back whilst she held her close.
“Ok, te amo Maria”
“Jeg elsker deg princesa. Let’s go find our little monkey” she gestured for the team and jonatan to come with her.
Just as the team were about to split up and attempt to find you, Alexia turned the corner holding a guilty looking you in her arms.
“Oh my God!” yelled Ingrid as she ran in your direction, as fast as she could with the added weight of the baby on her hips.
“gracias a Dios” muttered Maria as she followed after her girlfriend.
“Oh my bebita I’m so glad you’re ok and that Alexia found you!” Exclaimed Ingrid as she cupped your face with her hands.
“Yeah she found me in the medical room which she thought was Switzerland but that’s another story” laughed the blonde midfielder
“Thank you Alexia” said Mapi with a smile.
“jentebaby I told you not to leave your mat and you ran off you could’ve gotten hurt!” scolded Ingrid, which caused you to nuzzle into Tia Alexia’s neck for comfort.
“Amor don’t be so hard on her she’s ok now” insisted Mapi
“No Maria she has to learn that’s not ok!” She said taking you from Alexia’s arms into her own. “Oh bebé I was so worried.”
“Lo siento Mamma I wanted to explore”
“Well don’t explore without me next time please” she insisted
“Ingrid please put her down, you shouldn’t be carrying her with the baby!” Claimed Mapi
“Shush Maria I can carry both of my babies at the same time” she countered, hugging you close to her.
“Fine miss stubborn, God you two are so alike” chuckled Mapi, hugging you both into her.
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bellatheinkdemon · 11 months
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Team Nightlight doodles
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BOOBA
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Fenrir: ∭ooor r3al thooougggh…why yooou dddr3ss up lik3 this…? ∭ooor a s3cooonddd i thooouggght i was tw3akinggg mooor3 than Asa3gggooo…
Treyfa: ☄I TOLD YOU WHY...DUMBASS!!!) ☄The Empress is on the move...and coming to visit me...) ☄She forced me...to wear this...bullshit!)
Fenrir: ...
Treyfa: ☄STOP STARING!!!)
Fenrir: I CANT H3LP IT, IM LIK3 A DDDOOOGGG TOOO A BOOON3, I WANT BIT3!! IM SOOORRY!!
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heartfullofleeches · 2 months
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I was reading through the Titus tag and came across the blurb of him with Nightlight reader and that made a crack nsfw idea come into my head
Nightlight twirling around happily with their new upgraded body gifted to them by none other than Titus himself: “Wow this new body is amazing!! The new decals are gorgeous and I feel like I can shine brighter than ever before!! I cannot wait to share all my new upgraded features with you! …Ah but I suppose.. I do have one questionr..”
Nightlight shyly pointing down to the new.. addition between their legs: “It seems you’ve decided to add some.. genitals onto my new body.. I don’t have the bodily functions that require genitals so.. what exactly are they for if I may ask…?”
Titus: … :)
[18+. Yan Space Emperor + Android Darling. Darling mentioned to have both a cock and a pussy]
"Titus.... I don't mean so sound ungrateful....but I don't see the point of all these...."upgrades" you added to my new body."
"If you ask me I'd say they're quite beneficial for us both. Haven't you ever wondered what it's like to experience things the same way beings of flesh and blood do?"
"I guess...I have another question.. Is it normal for these parts to be this wet all the time?"
"That's just the lubrication, dear. Nothing to fear. Shall I show you its use?"
Nightlight has some trouble getting used to there new body. All these new features are overwhelming for the poor bot - not to mention the sensations attached to them. The emperor's team worked tirelessly to accomplish everything on their overlord's list of requirements. Nightlight's new additions meant nothing to him if they couldn't feel what he was doing to them. As selfish as the tyrant can get, he longs to share the pleasures of the bedroom with the sweet little android he plucked from earth that has made his comfort their sole purpose.
Nightlight grows more accustomed to their new form when Titus drops hints that he sleeps best after a long night of passionate sex to drain his energy. He can tell they're a little nervous - it's a lot to take in. He slowly works them up to the idea of sleeping with him while also testing their functions to make sure everything is in order - fingering/jerking the android off while they're cuddled together, wearing clothing that by some miracle is more revealing than what he usually has on, messing with the sensitivity of their parts.
Titus put a lot of thought into what he wanted for Nightlight's updated body. A dial that controlled how sensitive they are to his touch was a must have. So was the option for their parts to be interchangeable. It makes for an easier clean when he stuffs their pussy full of his cum, but there are some days where he'd like to be the one coming undone on Nightlight's cock. Nightlight of course has their own say in which they use - but the bot is honestly just happy to be there. They do enjoy their new upgrades, but their favorite features has to be how flexible Titus' servents have made their new body. They can put their legs behind their head with no problem!
Titus loves that little feature as well. Maybe a little too much.
Couldn't find anywhere else to put it, but Titus totally demanded somewhere that Nightlight's lights get brighter/flicker when they cum.
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yourimagines · 2 months
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Lewis Hamilton x reader
Lewis tells the reader he’s leaving Mercedes
Sad/angst/fluff?
I was in shock when I heard this….
A new adventure
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* English is not my first language I apologise
* Gif is not mine
* Triggers; Sad, Angst, Swearing and Fluff
Y/n POV
Lewis was acting a bit strange, like his mind is not here. He was sitting outside on his balcony watching the busy Monaco streets. “Honey.” I softly said and wrapped my arms around his neck, placing a peck on his cheek. “Hey darling.” He say quietly and touched my arms that hung loosely around his neck. “Are you okay?” He hums softly and kissed my hands. “I love you.” He whispers against my knuckles and placed a few kisses on them as well. “I love you.” I said back and kissed his cheek again. He stayed quiet but softly hold my hands, tracing them as he stared in front of him as his mind wanderers off again.
Lewis was nervous, his left knee was bouncing up and down and he was biting his nails. “You okay?” “Yeah.” He rubbed his face and gave me a forced smile. “If you don’t like the movie we can watch something else.” He shook his head. “No no, it’s a good movie.” I shrugged and looked back at the tv. He sighs and gets up. “I’m going for a run, don’t wait up for me.” He placed a kiss on my head and disappears. ‘What is going on with him?’
I was lying in bed, tossing around as Lewis was away for more than two hours now. ‘Where is he? Is he okay?’ I sighed and checked my phone, no messages from him. ‘He will be fine, he’s probably nervous about the new season that’s coming up.’ As I was thinking about calling him the front door got unlocked and I heard him coming home quietly. I sat right back up in bed and waited for him.
Lewis POV
I tiptoed through the apartment and got to the bathroom to take a cold quick shower as I tried to not wake her up. I stripped down and turned the shower on and hopped under the cold water. “Ohh that’s cold.” I whispered and quickly washed my sweaty body.
I walked with a towel around my waist to our walk-in closet and grabbed some clothes to wear. I ditched the towel in the laundry basket and carefully opened the bedroom door, her nightlight was on and she was sitting straight back up in bed. “Honey I was getting worried…” I slowly walked over, feeling a bit nervous and shrugged. “I’m okay.” I slowly joined her in bed and she rolls over, embracing me. “I’m here for you my love.” ‘I know darling…’ I gently pushed her back and looked at her, she looked confused and a bit worried. “What’s wrong?” She looked worried and I swallowed my nerves away and took a deep breath. ‘It’s time to tell her.’
“I talked this morning with Toto.” I grabbed her hands and hold them for support. “And what was it about?” “I’m leaving the team at 2025.” Her face fell and she looked in shock. “What? why? Are you retiring?” I shook gently my head and smiled. “No I’m not retiring darling, I’m going to race for Ferrari.” She immediately thrown her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. “Thats amazing my love.” I held her close to me and smiled with tears pricking in my eyes. She pulls back, looking at me with such happiness in her eyes. “Are you happy my love?” I nodded and caressed her right cheek. “I am, it’s a real pleasure to race for them and I love my team but it’s time to move on, they can’t give me what I want so it’s for the best.” She smiles and a tear escaped from my eye. “My love.” She whispers and wipes the tear away as she gets emotional too. “I’m sorry.” I cracked a laugh as she rubs her eyes. “No it’s okay…we both are a bit of emotional wrecks.” She laughed a bit. “We are.” I joked back and pulled her close again. “I’m happy for you my love.” “You support me?” She nods and plants a kiss on my lips. “I always support you my champ.”
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Dad!Nico x Reader
A/n: For all my Devs fans that need some soft thoughts tonight 🫶
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Thinking about Jersey Leeds Nico coming home from the game tonight all head hung low and droopy eyes.
Jersey is already asleep, the two of you having left the arena early tonight in order to keep her sleep schedule going smoothly.
Nico finds you in the bedroom, dragging his feet until he’s in the doorway and you look up from where you’re doing laundry on the bed to his sad pleading eyes watching you.
“Oh come here my darling,” you coo, immediately holding out your arms for him. Nico curls into you, lets you hold him as he just sags under the weight of the season. You coax him into the bathroom, peeling him out of his suit and shoes with tender fingers before running him a bath.
Nico pouts as he lays in the warm water, feeling pathetic with you sitting on the tile floor beside the tub. Stroking through his over grown hair, you don’t push him to speak and instead allow him to wallow and sink into that empty feeling in his tummy.
A moment passes, the baby monitor on the counter crackles and Nico glances over at it with wet eyes.
“She’s fine,” you assure him, but he knows that. Jersey’s developing the habit of babbling in her sleep and it always disturbs the monitor.
“I’m sad,” Nico finally mumbles. “Wanted a cup for the team, for her, for you . . . M’just pouting in a bathtub now.”
You don’t say anything, just let him speak. By the way his gaze has unfocused you know he’s just venting his thoughts, the things he couldn’t say to media today.
“Last year was the best year of my life. We were good, I was playing and feeling good. Jersey, god don’t get me started on Jersey. She deserves so much better-“
Frowning, you cup his jaw and make him look at you. “Jersey loves her daddy,” you insist “she’s so proud of you and loves watching you play. There’s always set backs Nico, always mistakes and failures, but you have not failed at being an amazing father to our daughter.”
Blinking softly, Nico sniffles and nods, pressing into your palm. “I want to see her,” he tells you “but I don’t want to wake her.”
Shrugging, you get up and motion for him to get out of the tub. You wrap him up in a towel, draining the water while he dries off and slips on some boxers and shorts.
Then, on careful tiptoes you sneak into the nursery where Jersey’s little snores are filling the air. The ballerina nightlight casts silhouettes of dancers and bows on the roof and walls, bathes the room in a peaceful glow.
Nico sneaks up beside her crib, grips the side of it in his hands and peers down at her. You press into his side, an arm around him to rub up and down his bare back.
Jersey is sleeping peacefully, thick eyelashes brushing her cherub cheeks and her lips quiver as she coos little noises to herself.
“That’s your fault,” you whisper fondly “all those bedtime nonsense stories when she was in my belly and now she can’t sleep without talking.”
That empty part in him shrinks, fills up with the love swelling in his heart. Everyday she gets bigger and bigger, and with that his adoration and devotion to being her father grows with it.
A year later and she’s his proudest accomplishment. And he thinks that no amount of Stanley Cups, goals, medals or playoffs appearances can ever top that.
Nico Hischier didn’t win on the ice this season, but he won at everything else.
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