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madebycloud · 6 months

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wednesday addams x fem!reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: you went trick or treating with your girlfriend. warnings/themes: fluff, soft!wednesday (ooc eheh), halloween, trick-or-treating, making out words: 1.8k

'Tis the witching season!

The whole neighborhood is in a festive mood, with ghouls and ghosts lurking around, kids dressed up as their favorite or the scariest characters.

Now, there's someone who couldn't care less about all the hoopla.

You know Wednesday doesn't like to be all sunshine and rainbows, but secretly, you've always wished she would let her guard down and have some fun.

“It's overrated,” she scoffs. But if there's one thing that can sway her, it's you.

The nostalgia. You missed those carefree days when your only worry was scoring as much candy as possible in one night. And now you have the perfect opportunity to go back to your child self and relive those memories.

“Pleeeeeeaaaaase Wednesday,” you whine, dropping to your knees and clasping your hands in front of her.

She doesn't bat an eye. She just continues to write, her fingers moving across the typewriter.

“Please baby, please love, please,” you try again, pulling out all the stops—cute silly nicknames, puppy dog eyes that you know she secretly adores. “It'll be super fun.”

Finally, she stops writing. She lifts her head and turns to face you. She pauses for a long moment, considering your plea. “Fine. But only on one condition,” she starts. “I know it's important to you—so I'll indulge your request. This is just a one-time thing. We won't be making this a habit.”

“Just... once?”

“Just once,” she repeats.

You think for a moment. “...okay.” You nod. “But I'll choose the costume.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Fine, no funny business. Let's make this quick and clean, understood?”

“Understood.” You grinned.

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“Hey there, Mario!” you exclaim with an exaggerated Italian accent while waving your hands around, trying to mimic how he does it. “It's-a-me, Luigi, your lovable sidekick!”

“It's-a-me, Luigi? I don't know which I hate more—my ridiculous costume or your ridiculous sense of humor.”

Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at the garish plumber's costume she was forced to wear. She even had to wear a fake mustache. “I can't believe I let you convince me to wear this ridiculous costume.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, ignoring the daggers she was sending your way. “Don't worry, no one will recognize you as Wednesday with this get-up.” You winked, but she was having none of it. “Besides, this is just a 'one-time' thing, right?”

She groaned inwardly. “Just make sure you carry this, you have a stronger arm.” With a huff, she hands you the pumpkin. “After all, you're the one who suggested this fiasco, so the least you could do is carry the stupid thing.”

Her hand snaked around your wrist, her grip was so tight you could feel it even through your gloves.

You both made your way to Jericho, the streets were alive with kids in crazy costumes running around, laughing and shouting as they made their way to different houses. The streets are lined with jack-o'-lanterns and spider webs.

Suddenly, you spot a house that looks amazing. There are a few children waiting outside, excitedly chattering as they anticipate a chance to fill their buckets with candy.

“Let's try that one,” you say, pointing to the house. “They look like they're giving out some good treats.”

Wednesday just nods and crosses her arms, not seeming interested in going with you to get candies. “I'll just stay here,” she insists.

“Are you sure?” you ask, pausing to look at her for a moment.

She simply nods, waiting for you to get your candies. You give her a quick smile and head towards the house.

You ring the doorbell and wait for someone to answer. A woman with a warm smile opens the door.

“Trick or treat!” you say, holding your pumpkin out.

However, the woman looks at you with disdain. “Aren't you a little too old for this?”

The smile slips from your face as you realize what she means. But before you can say anything else, she closes the door in your face. You stand there, stunned, staring at the closed door.

That was rude.

You returned to Wednesday, your shoulders slumping as you held up your empty pumpkin.

She looks at you with an eyebrow raised, as if to ask what happened.

You scratch the back of your neck and frown. She could almost see the smoke coming out of your ears. “She... she said I was too old for this.”

You can tell she's angry at the way you were treated, and you secretly hope she doesn't plan on getting back at the woman for her rudeness. She can't believe the audacity of that woman, as if there's an age limit for having fun.

Still, you don't let the incident put a damper on the rest of your night.

“It's fine, there's still a lot of houses we can try again,” you say, grabbing her arms and looking around for another house to approach.

But people keep telling you that you're too old for Halloween and refuse to give you candy.

Wednesday senses your disappointment and starts coming up with elaborate plans to avenge the people who have denied you treats. She seems determined to make them pay for their deeds, yet you keep trying to convince her to just move on and keep searching for sweets.

Just as you were about to give up, you came across a house with the porch light off, but you could hear giggling coming from inside.

This time, Wednesday joins you in trick-or-treating.

Together, you knock on the door and a person in a ghost costume stands in the doorway, holding a bowl of candy.

“Trick or treat,” you say, holding out your pumpkin for a sweet.

Wednesday's stare serves as a warning to the person not to disappoint you or suffer the consequences.

The man hesitates before finally grabbing a handful of candy from the bowl and thrusting it into your pumpkin, his hands shaking with fear.

You thank them, and Wednesday gives you a smile as you walk away. “See? Things aren't so bad after all.”

Wednesday rolls her eyes. “Let's just keep going,” she says, before pushing you forward towards the next house.

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You were walking back from trick-or-treating, your pumpkin filled to the brim with sweets and goodies.

“Let's go back,” Wednesday mumbled as she walked alongside you, still holding onto your hand. Her hand slipped into your biceps, yet she hardly even noticed.

You nod, prepared to return home. However, before you can leave, you hear a voice from behind you.

“Wednesday Addams?!” the boy says in shock, recognizing her beneath the Mario costume.

“Oh, for Christ's sake,” Wednesday muttered under her breath. She couldn't believe someone had recognized her in her stupid, ridiculous Mario costume. She could swear in her life that she's never felt so stupid.

You turned to see a boy dressed in a brightly colored insect costume, his antennae bobbing as he waved at both of you. “Hey Eugene!”

Wednesday narrows her eyes. “What are you doing here, Eugene?”

“I came to get some candy!” He replied eagerly, his eyes sparkling, but then his eyes widened. “Wait... is that really you... Wednesday?” he asks, taking a step forward.

Wednesday clenches her jaw and you stifle a laugh, amused by her reaction. You offer Eugene some candy from your pumpkin, and he excitedly accepts it, thanking you.

“Eugene, can you take a picture of us?” you request, handing him your phone.

Wednesday snapped her head in your direction, her eyebrows furrowed as she glared at you. She's just about lost it. She swore in her mind that she would never take a picture wearing this ridiculous costume.

You flung your arm around her and gave a peace sign as Eugene held up your phone. You chuckle and give Wednesday's waist a reassuring squeeze.

“Three, two...”

Wednesday knows she will be miserable. But she looked at your smile and realized that, despite her aversion to the costume, she didn't want to ruin your fun. So she reluctantly struck a peace sign, hoping that no one would recognize her under that ridiculous mustache.

“One!” the flash flickers, and the photo is captured.

She couldn't deny the warmth in her chest as she watched the picture saved to your phone.

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You realized that your feet were starting to feel tired after walking so much. Eager to rest your tired legs, the two of you made your way over to a nearby bench, tucked away amidst the shadows of the trees.

Wednesday is now holding the pumpkin-shaped basket full of sweets while you gaze up at the stars in the sky. She eventually pulled out one of the candies and popped it into her mouth.

“Taste good?” You turn to look at her.

“Tastes like poison,” she teases before popping it into her mouth.

You can't help but stare at her lips. Why did her lips look like they were begging to be kissed?

“Do you want one?” Wednesday asks, seemingly reading your thoughts.

You were almost too stunned to speak, but a soft “yes” managed to escape your lips.

Small smile formed on her lips, as though she knew exactly what she was doing. She offered the candy before you swallowed it whole, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.

A glance at her lips and then back at her eyes told her everything she needed to know.

Before you knew it, Wednesday had leaned in to share the sweet with you, her lips soft and supple on yours, the taste of candy still lingering on your tongue.

When you finally pulled away, you were left weak in the knees and breathless.

Wednesday's lips part slightly, her breath brushing against your cheek. You lean in again, but she stops you with a gentle hand on your chest.

“One condition,” she whispers.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“I get to choose the costume next year.”

“We're going to trick or treat again next year?” you ask, grinning. “Fine,” you concede, “your choice of costume next year then.”

With Wednesday's permission granted, you lean in for another kiss, this time lingering even longer than before. Your lips lock together in a sensual dance.

But you pull away, teasing her. “Wait.”

“What now?”

“Well, I was thinking we could dress up as Remy and his human companion, Alfredo from Ratatouille.”

Wednesday's eyes narrow, clearly annoyed at your choice.

“Okay, I admit, that was a terrible idea, but what about SpongeBob and Patrick? or I can go as Squidward, and we can be rivals instead,” you suggest, desperate to find a costume she'll actually like.

She rolls her eyes, but you could already see the corner of her lips twitching up into a small smile. “You did not just suggest that.”

“Oh yes I did.”

“I'm not dressing up as a rat with a chef's hat next year, that's for sure. And you're not going to make me dress up as a sponge either.”

You smirk. “Maybe not, but I'll still find a way to make you dress up as something ridi—”

Before you finish your sentence, Wednesday's lips are on yours once more, drowning out your words. Her fingers glide down your jaw as she draws you in closer.

“That's it,” she whispers between kisses. “You're stuck with me now.”

And you wouldn't want it any other way.

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bisexualiteaa · 5 days

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Mornings Like These

Cooper Howard x Fem Reader

CW: slightly NSFW, established relationship, mentions of sex, sexual daydream, OOC Cooper, Cooper in a frilly apron cooking, cursing, slight deviance from the canon, more domestic Cooper because 🥹❤️

AN: Had the most wonderful request to do something a little different than what I’m used to! I know it’s out of character for our cowboy ghoul but I just loved the concept. This is a continuation of my last work, so it is set in the same Fallout TV series and Fallout 4 tense. Breakfast is served my lovely Cooper simps, hope I did your ask justice @morrrrow !! Hope y’all enjoy!

“God damn this fuckin’ thing” spoke the ever recognizable southern twang of Cooper from the kitchen. You woke up to hearing a few pots and pans clank together as he removed them from the cabinet, and his not so quiet curses in frustration that he was a man who failed at being quiet. Outside of bounty hunting of course. You were still in bed, having just barely woken up as the sun poured in through the windows, making you rub the sleep from your eyes. You padded into the kitchen to see what all the noise was about, seeing him trying to work the stove that you both bought off of someone that was supposed to be repaired and in working order. “What a fuckin’ rip off” he said angrily as he threw the towel down on the floor that was resting on his shoulder, then leaned over the sink to breathe, doing his best to try to control his anger before he started breaking things. “Stove givin’ ya trouble, hun?” You asked, your voice carrying a sleepy rasp to it as a small playful smile stretched to your lips, making him look over at you. In that moment, it was as if all the anger inside of him had just melted away upon seeing you, clad in just a tank top and underwear, hair slightly messy from sleep. You were truly a sight to behold at all hours of the day in his eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry darlin’. I wanted t’ surprise you with breakfast but this damn thing won’t work. Shoulda known it was a fat load a shit when he said it was workin’” he replied, defeat and agitation still evident in his tone, making you walk closer to him and grab his hand. “Hey, it’s okay, Coop. I think it’s mighty sweet you wanted t’ do that. Can I take a look? Maybe a fresh set’a eyes can help?” You asked, watching as his shoulders dropped a little bit as the tension left him at your touch, a small smile reaching his thin, marred lips as he looked down at his girl. “Go ‘head” he replied, starting to follow you and what you were trying to do but you stopped him before he could do anything. “*You* have a seat and relax, I’ll take a look, ‘kay?” you said, your hands resting on his shoulders to make sure he listened to you, knowing well and good his stubbornness was his biggest attribute. He gave a grunt before giving in, recognizing that you just wanted him to relax after being all worked up. “I’ll take care of it, promise. I’m a big girl, but if I need anythin’ I’ll holler for ya” you said, smiling up at him sweetly once more as you rubbed his shoulders a little before kissing him softly. His hands rested on your hips for a moment as you kissed, and in that moment, everything felt at peace in the world. As you parted from the kiss, you turned and moved out of his way before coming to take a look at the new appliance. Well, maybe not *new* but new for post war standards. You took a look at the wiring, noticing that it looked pretty good for a shit box that survived a nuclear bomb or two. No rust, no corrosion, hell even the paint didn’t look half bad. Cooper knew he had to get it for you the moment your pretty eyes lit up with excitement upon seeing it, going on about how much you missed making homemade pies, casseroles, and bread. He knew you were one hell of a cook with the passion you put into making some iguana, or even your famous stew he’d grown to love that was made from just about anything you could get your hands on. He swore you put some kind of drugs in your food with the way he craved it all the time, he’d joke that you could put cyanide in it and still manage to make it taste delicious. And that was just over a fire, he could only imagine the creations you’d put out if given the right materials. Seeing you working a stove, in a house that was starting to get pretty settled into, would be one step closer to the dream of having a domestic life with you when the rest of the world had gone to shit. He wanted to see you happy, because when you were happy, everything was alright in the world in his book.

You opened the door to the stove, bent over and examining the inside for any reason as to why it wasn’t working. The broiler seemed good, all the coils were there, nothing was rusted or corroded so you weren’t quite sure what the issue was. Cooper however, was in a whole other world looking at you. Had he been the man he was before meeting you, he’d have had half the mind to fuck you right then and there while your body was half way in the oven. He gave a groan at his own daydream, watching you with your ass in the air, clad in just the panties you were wearing, making him shift in the small, dining room chair he was sitting on as his pants began to grown uncomfortably tight. You always had a way of getting to him, whether you meant to or not, that man stayed feral for you all hours of the day. He wondered if your moans would be muffled or amplified with your head stuck in the oven, how you’d squeeze him tight with the slight sensory depravation. What he really wanted was the memory to play in your mind each time you’d use it, for you to bend down and remember the way he used you in that same position as you’d slide a casserole in the oven. He was broken from his daydream when you called his name, finding that you were no longer in the kitchen but outside checking the power source. He stood up and walked towards the front door, leaning in the open doorway as you stood outside, looking to him with a relieved smile as you found the solution. “Was wonderin’ why it was so hot in there” you thought out loud, explaining that it was a problem with the power source, not the stove itself before flipping a few switches and connecting a few wires then hearing your electricity hum back to life. “‘s ‘cause you’re here” he joked flirtatiously, sending a wink and a smirk your way, making you giggle. “Wasn’t the stove, was the power. Radstorm must’ve knocked it out last night” you said as you both came back inside, plugging the stove back in and sure as shit, it turned on. You dusted your hands off, standing there proudly in front of your new, working oven. He was thoroughly impressed. “Well I’ll be damned, when’d you get so handy?” Cooper asked with a teasing grin, making you smile as he looped an arm around your waist proud that his little lady was able to fix the problem. “Since I had to start fixin’ things ‘fore you break ‘em” you teased, coming up to kiss his cheek as he swatted your ass affectionately in retaliation.

“Ya know, before you start cookin’ I have the perfect thing for you to wear” you said, slipping from his grasp for only a moment, making him raise a brow at you as you giggled and treaded into the closet of what you called your bedroom. You opened it, finding a frilly white apron you used to own back in the day when you would bake and cook everything by hand at home. You smiled as you grabbed it, knowing full and well you’d have hell to pay for this little stunt, but when has that ever stopped you before? So you snatched it up, leaving it folded before coming back into the kitchen and handing it to him. “A good cook needs a good apron, and I just know this one would look damn good on you” you said, handing it to him with the most mischievous glint in your eyes and grin stretched to your lips, leaving him to unfold it and look it over. Now this was where you were expecting to get in some serious shit. To hear a chide comment or a “never in a million years, sugar” but no, this man looked at you like you’d handed him a challenge, and he was going to take it in stride. So with a smirk, he set it aside and started to shake his duster off from his frame. “I’ll do ya one better there, little lady” he said, that look in his eyes told you he was up to no good and it had you curious. He started working his shirt off and you’d be damned if you weren’t enjoying the sight of him shirtless and just in his pants, the decorative buckle on his belt helping him maintain that rugged cowboy look. He noticed your stares, giving a dry chuckle. “Like whatchya see, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice dipping a little lower but he didn’t need you to say anything, he already knew the answer. “Always” you replied, a half lidded expression on your face as your tone dripped with something a little less pure. What you really hadn’t been expecting was when you saw him take his pants and briefs off before you, a slack jawed grin coming to your mouth as he tied the apron around his frame. Completely naked underneath. You gave a laugh as you watched him wear it with pride. “You sir, never fail to surprise me” you said, making him chuckle but you spotted the tent that started to poke at the apron where he was getting hard underneath. “Think you’re right, it’s a pretty good look” he said, turning to face away from you and you gave that same crude whistle he’d always give you when he liked something you wore or did, because you had an eye full of ass standing right in front of you. You walked up and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and laying kisses to his shoulder and back. “On second thought, who needs breakfast when you look this good? Hell, I think you pull it off better than I ever did” you said through a giggle, feeling him swat at your grabby hands the way you do when he gets handsy with you. “Can’t disturb a chef when he’s cookin’, sugar” he said coyly, making you chuckle as he started frying a few slices of Cram in the skillet. “Oh but you can disturb me when I’m doin’ laundry? I see how it is” You said playfully as you took a seat down at the dinner table you two found, it wasn’t much, but it was nice all things considered. Gave that homey touch that was missing from the house when you two first put together the settlement. You watched as he romped around the kitchen, going out of his way to put on a show for you and get you as worked up as you make him. “You are such a tease” you said, making him grin as he had his back turned to you, fully focused on making a good breakfast for the two of you to enjoy. “Welcome to my world, sweetheart” he said, making you laugh. You could certainly get used to this.

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mirage-aera · 4 months

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I have a birthday related request since it's my birthday tomorrow: basically Copia has been crushing on the reader (fem) for a while now and he decides to surprise her with flowers and a confession on her birthday. Maybe it follows with some fluff/cuddles :)?

Heyyy happy late birthday lovely!! I’m sorry that I'm late, I’ve been busy but hope you had a great day nonetheless. Here’s my (late) present for you!

•°. *࿐ Birthday girl

Copia x fem!reader

Synopsis: Copia decides instead of a practical gift. A confession longer overdue and some flowers would be the perfect birthday gift for you.

Word count: 1.400

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Warning: might be a bit ooc!

Today is your special day, it’s the day you were brought into the world. What better way than to celebrate it with Copia and the ghouls? The ghouls have been bouncing off of the walls the night before. They’re excited to make your special day the best you’ve ever experienced. They’ve decided to cover the walls and ceiling with garlands, flags, confetti, and balloons. You name it, they have it. The ghoulettes have been working on baking sweets for the small party they’re throwing for you.

“Damn it, Swiss! Stop throwing those garlands at me! I can’t hang them up.” Sodo grumbles, annoyed with Swiss’ antics. Swiss snickers as he stops throwing stuff at the fire ghoul. Rain is busy scattering confetti around while the two quintessence ghouls are bickering about the placement of the flags and letting balloons fly around the room. The ghoulettes are baking the goods, very slowly. They’re throwing flour and eggs at each other and across the kitchen. They are super enthusiastic, that’s for sure.

Copia could only look on with both horror and amusement at the antics of his ghouls and ghoulettes. He would do the decorating himself, but the ghouls were very adamant about doing it themselves. While he insisted that the sisters of sin do the baking, but the ghoulettes were very confident that they could get the job done. As he watches the chaos unfold, he comes to realize he is sorely mistaken. Sure, he loves his ghouls and ghoulettes, but they can be a pain in the ass sometimes.

As he sees that no real progress is being made he decides that stepping in might be the better decision. “Alright! Let’s get serious now, everything needs to be done and perfected tonight. Step it up a notch, let’s go!” The ghouls stare at him and cock their heads before actually hanging up the decorations. The ghoulettes clean up the mess they have made and continue baking. After a couple of hours, everything is perfect to Copia’s standards. He smiles at the surprise he set up for you. He really hopes that you’ll like it, but considering what his ghouls have told him it seems like the feelings are mutual. Everything is set up, he prepared a little confession speech for you. All that is left is to wait for your birthday and snip some flowers from the garden.

He sends all of his ghouls to bed, to make sure they don’t mess with the decorations. After he gives everything one more look, adjusting a few things. He heads to bed himself after he checks on his rats, nerves wracking for what’s coming tomorrow.

Morning comes and the ghouls and ghoulettes are already up, excited to party. Copia heads to the garden to snip a few of your favorite flowers to make a giant bouquet for you. After all, you only deserve the best. He arrays all of the different flowers until he’s satisfied with all of the different colors meshing with each other. He sees Mountain walking into the garden. Copia shows the bouquet to him, “hey Mountain!” Mountain turns to him and waves. Copia continues, “do you think she’ll like this bouquet?” He asks. Mountain looks at it, inspecting it, and nods, “it looks fine. I’m sure she’ll like it.” He says smiling. This boosts Copia’s confidence. “Great! Is she up yet?” He asks him. Mountain shrugs, “I haven’t seen her yet. She’s usually up around this time. You can come by her room.” Copia nods before heading back inside. He places the flowers in the kitchen as he heads to the hallways he sees you standing in the middle of the common room, staring at the decorations. He smiles at the awestruck expression you are donning. “Happy birthday!” He says with enthusiasm. You turn to him startled, not expecting him to be there. He walks up to you, “do you like it?” He asks, motioning to the decorations. You smile brightly at him, “like it? I love it!” You chuckle lightly, “I did not expect to wake up to this, I assume you and the ghouls did this?” He nods chuckling, “yeah. They were very excited to do this for you.”

He remembers the flowers waiting on the kitchen counter waiting for you. He holds a finger up, “ah! Before I forget I have another surprise for you. Give me one moment.” He quickly makes his way to the kitchen and grabs the bouquet. He touches it up, holds it behind his back, and walks back to you. You stare at him curiously, noticing he has his hands behind his back. He stops in front of you and holds the flowers in front of you. He flushes lightly, feeling nervous for your reaction. “I hope you like them. You only deserve the best.” You take the bouquet from him and look at the various flowers he picked. You smile at him, “it’s beautiful Copia. I’ll cherish these for how long they last.” He smiles at your words.”You’re welcome.” He was about to tell you of his feelings for you, but of course, the other ghouls and ghoulettes come stumbling in. “Happy birthday sister (Y/n)!!” They shout in unison. Copia mentally facepalms. His goddamn ghouls. You give him an apologetic look. He shakes his before letting out a small chuckle, “go spend some time with them. My piece can wait.” He says, while he’s actually thinking ‘no it can’t’ but the ghouls have been very excited to party with you.

As the morning changes into the evening with a few drinks are passed around. The sweets have been devoured. Gifts are exchanged and a few ghouls are already drunk, some are a bit tipsy. You, on the other hand, are still sober. You aren’t as big on drinking as the other ghouls. Copia also hasn’t gotten drunk. He prefers to watch over his ghouls and make sure they don’t get into trouble. As the moon rises higher in the sky, one by one the ghouls retreat to their respective rooms. A couple of minutes later, it’s only you and Copia left. He speaks up, “I have one last surprise for you, before your birthday ends.” He says nervously. You let out a small giggle, “another one? You’re spoiling me at this point.” Copia laughs and waves it off, “it’s your birthday. You deserve to be spoiled.” He says. Suddenly he can’t remember what he was supposed to tell you. ‘Ah fuck it. Let’s wing it.’ He thinks to himself. He looks you in the eyes and takes a deep breath, “for a while now, I’ve liked you more than a friend. You would make me the happiest man if I’m allowed to call you mine. If the feelings are mutual of course. Would you like to follow my journey as Papa together?” He looks at you with a hopeful look. You stare at him with wide eyes before regathering your bearings. “I would love to Copia.” You say softly. He breaks out into a wide grin pulling you into a tight hug. He’s so happy he could let out tears of joy. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.” You chuckle before yawning. It’s getting late after all. He notices as well, “let’s get you to bed.” He carries you to your room and sets you down on your bed. He tucks you and makes his way to leave the room before you wrap your hand around his wrist. “Copia. Stay, please.” You look at him with tired eyes. He smiles softly, “anything for you.”

He climbs into bed next to you and wraps his arms around you. You curl into his chest as he holds you tighter. He makes patterns on your back with his hands as you slowly doze off with a content smile on your face. He looks down to look at you, smiling when he sees your expression. “Good night. Sleep well my little birdie. I’ll see you in the morning.” He says softly to not wake you up. He drifts off to sleep as his hands cease to make patterns. What he doesn’t realize is that you were still awake when he said that. A wider smile creeps up onto your face. Soon you follow his example, exhaustion taking over your form. A new couple sleeps under the moon as the new day rises.

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copiasblair · 6 months

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call out in the middle of the night (for when else would i hear you?)

summary: blair has a nightmare and wakes to copia still working early in the morning, and seeks him out for comfort.

relationships: blair (self-insert) x copia

warnings: none, this is complete self-indulgent tooth-rotting fluff that's probably a liiiiittle ooc but hey. i haven't finished a writing project in so long let me have this

A/N: blair is half-ghoul so that's why they have horns/a tail/etc. also they're feminine but use they/it and they're not a girl, do not misgender them. cross-posted on ao3.

[okay to reblog!! don't interact if you ship romantically with papa emeritus iv]

Blair woke with a start, their heart racing as their eyes darted around, their tail furiously whipping behind them, ruffling up the sheets even more. They couldn't remember the details of the nightmare they had been having, all they were aware of was a deep seated anxiety making them feel as if the room was caving in.

They don't even remember dozing off, the DVD player logo bouncing around the TV screen at the end of the bed signalling that they must have fallen asleep after putting on the movie they had picked out. Thinking back to the stress of their nightmare, they put two and two together. 'Perhaps putting on a horror movie right when I was starting to get sleepy wasn't the best idea,' they thought to themselves.

Although admittedly, they had not planned on spending the evening alone. They had put on the film in the first place to pass the time, waiting for their husband Copia to come back to their shared quarters, as preparations for the upcoming tour had left him working long hours. They knew the work was important, but they still found themself wishing he wouldn't push himself as much as he did, even if for the selfish reason of getting to see more of him.

Still reeling from the nightmare, although struggling to recall any details, Blair was further saddened by glancing over to their husband's side of the bed to find it still empty. They glanced at the clock against the far wall. 1:38. He was still working? Their heart aches at the thought of their husband still slumped over his desk, worrying that he might have dozed off still in his paint, likely going to wake to an earful from Sister Imperator, rather than gentle kisses from his spouse.

And, as clingy as it made them sound, they just missed him. These days he almost always wasn't home until after they went to bed, and was awake and gone before they woke up. It had been like this for weeks now, and while they knew it was temporary, they still craved his embrace, his words, his presence.

Almost without them noticing, they stumbled out of bed. They adjusted their nightgown and négligée, stepping into the black slippers at the bedroom door, nearly tripping over Copia's tricycle by the door in their sleepy state. Before they knew it they drifted across the abbey like a forlorn spirit, possibly being mistaken for one by the few others who might be awake at this hour. Guided by the twinkling moonlight through the stained glass windows and the dim flickering candles ensconced in the wrought stone walls, they found themself at the door to his office. He had left it cracked, probably unintentionally while rushing from place to place, but nonetheless Blair simply pushed open the door which was swung open with a grating creak.

Stepping into his office, they are bathed in the light provided by the crackling fireplace, bookshelves and files carefully organized along the walls. The entire room was outfitted in his signature blue and amber tones, and smelled of firewood, leather, and his cologne.

At the opposite end of the room, they heard the quiet scritching of pen against paper stop as Copia looked up at them. He looked exhausted, the skull paint at his temples smudged from rubbing against it in frustration, concentration, or both. Some stray pieces of his graying hair hung over his forehead, and as his head snapped up from his hunched over position at the sound of the door, bobbed in front of his face, the shadows cast by the fire light dancing across his handsome visage, only enhanced by the stark lines of his skull paint. His neck kerchief was tugged loose around his neck, and his buttery soft leather gloves tugged off and forgotten. The weariness on his features seemed to fade just a little when he recognized that it was his spouse at the door, a welcome sight after all day away on business.

"Blair? What are you doing up this late? I thought you would have been asleep by now," He seemed surprised to see them up at this hour, his voice a little gravelly from overexertion over the past few weeks in rehearsals.

"I was asleep, but I had a nightmare, and I couldn't seem to fall back asleep. I just...." Blair swallowed a little, just seeing their beloved husband clearly overworked was making tears prick at the corners of their wide doe eyes, "I just missed you. I couldn't fall back asleep knowing you were still up working at this hour."

"You don't need to worry about me, my love. I will come rest when I am finished here. You see, I need to get this all filled out before tomorrow morning-"

"It IS tomorrow morning, Copia," Blair cut him off. He glanced at the clock on his desk, an almost imperceptible look of shock flashing across his features. Admittedly, he had not realized quite how late he had been working. “Are you sure you’re doing alright? I don’t want to interrupt you, I know it’s important, you're on a tight schedule and everything…” Blair trailed off, a little unsure of why they even bothered to get up and interrupt him.

"You're never interrupting me, you know that love," He sighed a little as he leaned back in his high-backed chair, gesturing for Blair to come to him. They carefully closed the ajar door behind them, wincing at the grating noise as the worn hinges shut, before finding themself standing on Copia's side of the desk. He tugs them into his lap, pulling them in for a deep kiss. He wraps his arms around them tightly as if trying to pull them impossibly closer. Blair's fingers find their way into his soft hair, no doubt tousling it further.

Copia pulls away from the kiss, paint around his lips slightly smeared, staring at Blair, their soft pale features illuminated by the amber fire light, dark wavy hair cascading down their shoulders. They look at him with nothing but pure love, a soft smile on their lips as they trace his jawline with feather light touches, as if anything more would overwhelm them. He feels their long thin tail curl around his leg, squeezing just a little. He finds himself hit all at once with how much he has missed this these past few weeks.

Blair looks at Copia, the utmost adoration in his eyes as he studies their features, as if he's memorizing them in case they might disappear right before his eyes. He buries his face in their neck, drinking in their sweet scent.

"I miss you," He murmurs against their skin, peppering kisses down their neck. Blair lets out a soft whine, almost crying from how touch-starved they had been.

"Please, come to bed, won't you darling?" They ask again, feeling the neediness in his kisses as they trailed lower, down to the pale expanse of their chest left exposed by their nightgown. Copia pulls away at their question, seemingly snapping out of his trance, the realization that he might be getting carried away brought into focus as his eyes darted to the stack of paperwork on his desk.

"You know I would love to more than anything, my doll," His hand drifts across their cheek, they subconsciously lean their face further into his touch, pressing a soft kiss to his thumb as it ghosts over their lips, slightly smudged with his paint. "But, there is still work to be done. I do wish I could wait until later this morning, but it's not easy being Papa. It's important work, even if it is pretty demanding of my time and energy lately," He sighed and looked away from Blair's pleading eyes, knowing that if he spent much more time looking at them he would be bewitched, body and soul. They seemed to have that effect on him without even trying.

"It's okay, I understand," Blair sniffled a little, and slid off of Copia's lap as he turned his chair back to his desk. "I'll wait here for you."

"You don't need to do that, doll. Just go back to our bed, ok? I'm sure I'll be finished soon."

"No, no, I want to. I just...want to be near you," Blair sank to the floor next to his chair, wrapping their arms around his leg and laying their head on his thigh. It took everything in Copia to bring his attention back to his work, feeling intently the sensation of Blair languidly nuzzling on his thigh.

Blair knew that they probably looked incredibly pathetic like this, but they didn't care. Just being near to their beloved was intoxicating. They felt all of their stress dissipating, their tense shoulders relaxing and letting out a soft sigh as they curled further around his leg, letting the soft sounds of the crackling fire and their husband working drift them off to sleep once again.

They were awoken with their head being coaxed softly with familiar hands out of the position they had been lying in. No bad dreams this time, no dreams at all really, just a feeling of all of the sensations around them being a soft humming background noise, occasionally aware of Copia absentmindedly petting their hair, his hands faintly ghosting over their horns, making them settle further into the cozy sensation. Their eyes flutter open, instinctively looking up at the face of the man now softly caressing their hair once again.

"Hi."

"Hello."

They both laugh a little at the awkward greetings.

"I'm all finished. Let's head to bed now, my dove," Copia brushed a stray piece of Blair's bangs out of their eyes.

Blair winces a little as they start to pull themself out of the position they were in, feeling the stiffness of their muscles from being contorted in that position for what must've been at least another hour. Copia groans as he eases out of the chair had been sitting in for too long, then offers a hand to Blair, helping them off the floor.

It had started to rain in the early morning, not a torrential downpour, but enough to deter the couple from taking the shortcut through the courtyard. Getting back to their quarters, Blair would've normally just slipped back into bed to wait while Copia undressed, but their sleepy state seemed to amplify their clinginess, so they sat on the edge of the bathtub while he cleaned off his paint in the bathroom mirror. Copia paused as he finished cleaning off his left cheek.

"Do you need to watch me?"

Blair jumped a little, as if they had not been aware of what they had been doing.

"Um, well, I guess not. I'm sorry, was I like, weirding you out?" They moved to get up.

"No, no, of course not. I just thought you were pretty tired is all. You don't need to sit here with me if you don't want to, why don't you go get comfortable in bed, hm?"

Blair got up, but instead of leaving, instead came to wrap their arms around Copia's waist, leaning their head on his shoulder.

"Well, yeah, I am pretty tired, but I'm okay being sleepy if I'm with you," They reached around to his chest, undoing his neckerchief and getting at the buttons of his flowy black shirt while he returned again to wiping off his skull paint.

When his paint was finally all wiped away, Blair turned Copia away from the mirror, their soft hands cupping his cheeks before leaning up to give him a sleepy kiss on his nose.

"There he is," Blair beamed at Copia, making him blush. There was something so special, so intimate about seeing him without his skull paint, not even the black around his eyes and upper lip he wore on more casual days. In this moment, he was no longer Papa Emeritus The Fourth, just Copia.

After what felt like weeks on end spending every waking moment worrying about prepping for the tour, working through mountains of paperwork, rehearsing until his voice was hoarse and his muscles ached, getting to be just Copia, even just for a moment, away from everyone else in the Ministry just in the eyes of his lover, it was something he didn't know he was craving until now.

He couldn't help leaning down and kissing them back, but going for their lips instead. Blair felt him smile into the kiss, and their hands reached up to push his now unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, and he finally pulled away to finish getting undressed the rest of the way.

The two shared a multitude of "I love you"s and "I missed you"s in between kisses as they made their way to the bedroom, Copia now only in his boxers and fresh socks, unhooked from his sock garters.

Once they fell into bed, Blair grabbing at a throw blanket to pull over the two of them, it didn't take long for sleep to overtake the couple, Blair was cozily tucked against Copia's chest, their arms wrapped around each other as if they were scared the other might disappear. Copia murmured out a "Sweet dreams, my dear" as sleep overtook the two of them finally.

Blair awoke the next morning slowly, surprised to hear no chime of an alarm, and even more surprised to still be curled up in their husband's arms. Cool light filtered through the curtains, bathing the two lovers in soft light. The rain from earlier that morning had not let up, the sound of it pattering against the windows a comforting one.

As Blair began to stir, Copia did as well, his arms wrapped around their soft frame pulling them impossibly closer into his bare chest. He let out a pleased sigh, his eyes just barely fluttering open.

"Good morning, doll," Copia's voice was still a little hoarse, both from all the rehearsals and the sleep. He reached a hand up to sleepily card his fingers through their hair, his hands drifting up to their horns to run his hands over them. Blair sighed at the pleasurable sensation.

"Morning honey..." As Blair's thoughts caught up with them, they looked up at Copia quizzically. "Shouldn't you be working by now?"

"Before we left my office last night, I cleared my schedule for this weekend." This admission clears the sleepy fog out of Blair's mind, now startled and a little confused.

"But don't you have to-"

"I'm Papa now, I make the rules. And I say, I have much more important matters to attend to than some rehearsals and meetings. I have spent nowhere near enough time with my little sunshine these days," Blair blushed at the nickname, as it reminded them of the song he had written for them. They snuggled back into his chest.

"You know you're never gonna hear the end of this from Imperator..." Blair traced patterns absentmindedly on Copia's back, squishing their cheek against his chest hair, careful to angle their head as to not scratch him with their horns.

"I can endure another lecture from her if it means I get to see more of you, my love. She is the least of my worries," He reassured Blair, and he meant it. He would risk a thousand long-winded lectures about image and responsibility if it meant that he got to make just a little more time for his spouse.

"Hey, hey, look at me," Copia puts his hand under Blair's chin, tilting their head to look right at him, their slit pupils dilating. "My work is important to me, but nothing in my life is more important to me than you. I know right now it feels like a lot, but it won't be like this forever. Know that I'm not pushing you away. I would never push you away. I love you, Blair."

"I love you too Copia," Blair closed the gap between them, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "What do you say we sleep in a little bit more, hm? Gotta get caught up on the hours missed last night, right?" Copia slotted his leg in between Blair's as they tangled in the throw blanket.

"I like the sound of that," Copia answered, and it wasn't long before the couple dozed off once again. For Copia, finally getting the rest he so desperately needed to catch up on, sleeping heavier, truly letting go of all of his worries. And Blair, they had no nightmares to speak of.

#i haven't finished a writing thing in so long. please be nice to me #i know this is so nothing but let me have this #returning after like 3 weeks with some self-indulgent silliness #and probably fucking back off right after 🖤#what do you have to say doll?#my honey bun 🖤#can you feel me longing for you forever?#self ship #self shipping #self ship fic #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia

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Hello! I Just discovered your blog and you did a lot of interesting work on jjk(I want to fully read your Fanfictions soon!) Since you did a lot of work on jjk side characters I wanted to ask how did you come to the characterization of the secondary/background characters especially the members of Zen'in family and If you had any tips about writing them. I'm plotting a Fanfiction with them as the main villains(except Maki and Mai that are "positive" characters) but I'm a bit scared to make them ooc.

Thank you! If you do end up reading my fics soon let me know what you think and leave a comment. As for the Zen'in, Gege killed them a little too fast before we could ever really learn what the Zen'in family was like in story, so I can describe my process for writing them if that helps!

There are inspiration I took from other media when expanding upon the Zen'in Family dynamic, the first is the Washuu Family from Tokyo Ghoul. In the manga Tokyo Ghoul the Washuu are an extremely rich and traditional patriarchal family who are also the heads of the CCG or Commission of Counter Ghoul the government sponsored organization that hunts down ghouls. Basically, they fight ghouls like the Zen'in Fight curses, but ghouls are sentient with human emotions so they're an even more brutal and unsavory family.

Over the course of the story we learn the Washu isn't just the main house, there are several branch families who are all considered a part of the "Washuu." The house in order to maintain their power commits the ultimate taboo of arranging marriages, some of them even consanguineous marriages in order to breed for stronger child soldiers to fight ghouls. These children were then raised in a place called the "Sunlit Garden" solely for the purpose of becoming ghoul investigators when they were over. However, only the really good ones got to join the CCG, the rest of them had to be secret agents only working in the shadows. They also, as a curse only got to live short lives.

So, you can see the parallels with the Zen'in Family right away.

"If you're not a Zen'in then you're not a sorcerer, if you're not a sorcerer then you're not even human."

If you're a member of the Zen'in Clan you basically have no choice to be a sorcerer, according to Mai the other option is being treated like a household servant, which also implies women are seen as second class citizens who are only there to support the home if they don't become sorcerers.

Which means just like the Washuu, if you're born into the Zen'in you are going to be a child soldier, you'll be sent to Jujutsu High with little choice for the direction in your life. The Zen'in are also the most militarized of the three families. It's one of the few things Gege emphasizes about them in extra-canon materials.

"The Zen'in Family: Sorcerers who place an emphasis on ability above all else. They will even oppress their own family and relatives. They hold a self-righteous and old-fashioned ideology but their battle strength is high: they construct their unique battle organization in order to support the Jujutsu World."

Here we have more parallels to the Washuu, they are basically producing sorcerers / child soldiers to support the Jujutsu World the same way the Washuu creates ghoul investigators. There's also a very regimented caste system, only the best of the best get to be actual sorcerers, those without cursed techniques get shoved down to the bottom while the elite serve in the Hei with Naoya. The Zen'in also value inherited technique above all else, which is why they cast out people like Maki and Mai and yet elevate Megumi who's a complete stranger to clan head. This is an extrapolation but considering that Naoya makes offhand combats about marrying his cousins, then arranged marriages to produce children with better cursed techniques is probably a thing too.

The only reason I draw long comparison between the Washuu and the Zen'in though is because they are both families that basically exist to produce sorcerers / ghoul investigators and raise them up. All of their power and privilege in their society is given to them because of their ability to do this. All prestige in the clan comes from sorcerer technique and ability, which is why if you're not a sorcerer you're not even human. You weren't born as a child to be loved, you're born to be useful to the family.

The Zen'in is a place for raising sorcerers not children, which is why it's such an extremely loveless environment. Men marry women to take care of the household and raise up children, men only pay attention to their children who are sorcerers, children are all raised with the expectation of being a sorcerer or they're failing their parents. The Washuu and the Sunlit Garden particular have a theme that it's such a toxic environment that every single person who's raised there is poisoned. Everyone. There are no exceptions. No matter how kind or soft a person you are, if you are raised from birth to be a child soldier and shown no real empathy or love you're not going to be able to function as a person. There are characters who actually rebel against the Washuu, but they're still very much showing signs of the environment they were raised in, they're still toxic, violent and use power to get what they want.

Which is why whenever writing the Zen'in I used the maxim "There are no good Zen'in" which means no matter how good-intentioned they are, even if they have more sympathetic traits, no one can come out of the Zen'in unscathed. Y

Yes, even Maki. Remember, she murdered a whole bunch of people. She recreates the violence of her clan the same way everyone else in the clan does, even when she's trying to break that cycle she repeats it.

The exception would be Mai who never wanted to be a Zen'in in the first place and only wanted to a normal life, but Mai can be toxic in her own way. She's codependent, she blames others, she's incredibly self-loathing and dysfunctional and in canon in the end she chooses to kill herself. So the one example we have of an "innocent" Zen'in literally dies and is consumed by the whole clan.

Now, this is the part of the post where I'm going to blow your mind, a character doesn't have to be good or even redeemable to be a good character. They just need to be complex. The biggest problem of Gege's characterization of the Zen'in is not that they're all irredeemable people, but that they're irredeemable and one-note.

Ogi wants to kill his daughters to become clan-head. Jinichi was apparently Toji's brother, has a face scar, and wanted to go along with that plan. In extra-canon materials it's mentioned that most of Jinichi's direct subordinates think he's a nicer guy than Naoya.

Naoya's the most complex character out of the bunch, and he works as a good example to outline how you can make a character complex while having them be completely unsavory. Naoya, despite being spoiled is as tragically a product of his environment as much as any other Zen'in is. As I outlined above no one comes out of the Zen'in untouched, if you're raised in an incredibly insular clan with no access to the outside world, and every male figure around you is a misogynist then you're going to turn into a misogynist too. You are educated and taught to behave by the adults around you in your life.

Naoya is really the ultimate foil to Maki in that they are both the ultimate products of the Zen'in Clan toxicity, it's just Naoya was the golden child of the entire clan and Maki was the scapegoat. It's obvious Naoya's upbringing has ruined his entire personality and made him the embodiment of entitlement. One thing I like to say is that Naoya acts like Gojo, but he doesn't have the swag or charisma to back it up so while Gojo gets away with it Naoya continually gets his ass kicked. But in that sense Gojo is also the person who he is because he was spoiled and the golden boy of the Gojo clan.

Let's look at who Gojo is. Emotionally stunted. Incredibly lonely. Thinks no one can connect to him because no one is strong / good enough. Despises the sorcery world and the clan system. Full of barely restrained anger that comes out in fights. Isn't particularly liked by the people around him but they all still need him. Has no life outside of being a sorcerer.

Naoya has all these qualities too he's just an asshole so the audience is less inclined to sympathize with him. Think about Naoya this way, he despises everyone around him, his own family, his fellow sorcerers, he has no friends and no connections to other people. He openly mocks everything and laughs and constantly makes quips like "my brothers should just hang themselves and die" but a person so full of hatred isn't really enjoying their life. He wants to become clan-head beause he thinks he's entitled to that position and he's been told since birth that it's his... but why does he even want it? He hates the Zen'in, he knows their full of shit for looking down on Toji, he hates the other sorcerers around him. He follows and repeats the toxic Zen'in Ideology despite knowing that it's bad for him, but why?

Naoya becomes a very nihilistic character in that light, there's no love or happiness in his life, there's nothing he likes, he just believes in his elitism because that's all he has. He's the perfect Zen'in set to inherit the clan but he's nothing else, he's nihil as a person, he has no identity outside of being a sorcerer and he doesn't even seem to really like anything.

He longs to be as powerful as Toji and Gojo, but once again why? Does he think being able to look down on everyone from above would at least liberate him from the toxic cesspool he was raised in? Would that validate him somehow because he derives no real enjoyment from life?

While not sympathetic a person like that is pitiable. It's impossible not to feel bad for someone miserable, even if that person is the architect of their own misery. Anyway, you can draw a lot out of a character even Naoya who's basic role in the story is just "Naoya always talks shit and then immediately gets his ass kicked."

As for the rest of the clan, like I said they have no canon material so it's basically impossible to write them as out of character. They have no characters in canon.

For Jinichi I chose to focus on his relationship with Toji, because it would serve as a good parallel to Mai and Maki. My idea was to show Toji and Jinichi actually caring about each other as rothers to show how the Zen'in can ruin relationships even when there is love. The Zen'in Clan is a poisoned earth, everything that grows in that garden is poison so even loving sibling relationships are poisoned.

Jinichi can care about his brother, he can be much nicer to him than their father, but eventually their father's mistreatment of Toji and their father pitting them against each other is going to drive a wedge in their relationship no matter what. As much as they want to be they can't be a proper family, because the Zen'in Clan aren't a family they're a bunch of soldiers.

Which again parallels to Maki and Mai who love each other clearly, but are inevitably driven apart by their family circumstances. All the love in the world doesn't make a difference for the both of them because number one they are pitted against each other by the clan and outside environment and number two they are two different people coping with their trauma in different ways.

For Toji and Jinichi, and then Maki and Mai I chose to basically show that these are two twins who are inevitably unable to have functional sibling relationships with each other despite the love they might have because despite being twins they are not the same person. They are inevitably two different people reacting in different ways and therefore they're driven apart by it.

Ogi is the last one I gave any real characterization in my fic, by not actually giving him characterization at all. That makes sense I promise just let me explain.

Ogi's the kind of man who is willing to murder his own daughters for what he thinks is a shot at getting him clan head. These are children he's spent sixteen years of his life raising, and he has no hesitation whatsoever in doing that. Sure, Jinichi goes along with it but those aren't his kids so he's at least got a reason for being impersonal.

What kind of person can do that?

Well my idea was that Ogi's just not really much of a person to begin with. At least Naoya is grappling with inner turmoil and negative emotions whereas Ogi just seems to only care about his standing in the clan and his desire for clan head.

He probably never formed an attachment to his daughters, so he handed them off to his wife to raise. He probably didn't want daughters and twins on top of that in the first place, but when they turned out to both be worthless as sorcerers he probably stopped regarding them as his children whatsoever.

So everything in Ogi's life is just about playing a role in his clan. His marriage is probably arranged, and one where he has all the power in the house considering how Matsuko is scared into just going along with his plans. He only had children out of obligation to produce more heirs to raise up as sorcerers, and those failed so they're not even his children anymore. He doesn't have anything he wants, besides his desire for clan leadership but only because he believed he was unfairly passed over.

He's someone who perfectly fits the role of a traditional man of the Zen'in, but he's absolutely nothing else. He's got no personality, no motivations beyond ascending the ranks, he's just a cog more or less. Which is why in the end he's not even that important or complex a character, Maki just kills him in an instant because he's a nobody.

Those are the ideas I came up with in fleshing out the Zen'in as a household, I hope that helped you even a little bit, anon!

#nobody dies au #askspookies #zen'in family #zenin family #naoya zenin #naoya zeni'n

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Hey everyone! It’s me, Ball Guy! Your favorite Pokeball themed mascot! I’m excited to meet and cheer you all on!

Feel free to ask me questions about anything! Information on Pokeballs, questions about my Pokémon, or even just my favorite color. I don’t mind

Here’s my trainer card!

My pronouns are They/Them, please use only that for me.

That’s all for now. Have a nice day!

//I think i need to stop giving into the ghoul that keeps possessing me with ideas like this. Anyways. Yeah. Ball Guy blog

//Likes and Follows from @mayonaisalspray

//Ooc posts will be tagged as such, and ooc text will be marked with //

//Magic anons are off for now! I’ll turn em on one day

//In character anon hate is fine! I find it funny. Just don’t send hate to the mod (me) please it’ll make me sad :[ and I’ll publicly shame you for it sooo

#pkmn irl #rotumblr #intro post

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Introduction: What's Up World!

Hey everyone, the name's Darrin, leader of Team Luster (The real one) I'm new to this whole Rotomblr thing, but one of my admins, Laurel, suggested I start this blog to give me something to do on off days. The work we do here at Luster is simple, really. We've got locations all over, but mostly in Hoenn and Kalos. The gems we sell are great for all occasions, and they're ethically sourced from Carbink and other Rock-type Pokemon in the area. Anyone who tells you we "harvest" Pokemon's gems is just plain lying. Our work is absolutely legal and, even if it wasn't, who's really getting hurt? Anyway, that's all from me. I'll post every now and then about how business is going, maybe bring my admins on every now and then. One last thing, though, remember that no matter what you're told, Team Luster is NOT an evil team like those Galactic or Plasma guys. /// OOC information and team members below the break!

Team Luster is an evil team, but closer to Yell or Star in that they want to accomplish a specific goal (in this case, harvesting gems for profit from wild Pokemon.) Their primary motivation is growing their business and expanding as much as possible.

In-universe, the extent of Team Luster's actions is widely not known, at least for the moment. They take measures to cover up their actions and seem legitimate to the greater public.

Mostly a comedic/low-stakes blog, I won't be getting Team Luster involved with any plots about blowing up the world or anything. They stay away from that.

Team Luster's members are frequently wrong about various things, especially Darrin, but they're fairly knowledgeable about business and battling.

Legendary/Mythical Pokemon are real in this world, but at least from Team Luster's point of view, are more like critically endangered species that just happen to have significant power rather than actual deities.

All of Team Luster's members are more than happy to accept battles! They may not win, in fact they likely won't, but it's not a big deal in their eyes. I don't imagine this will come up for a while, if at all, but they're also willing to accept new members.

I may update this every now and then if necessary, so check back once in a while to see if there's anything new! TEAM MEMBERS Darrin - Male - he/him - 48 - Leader and certified old man

Scar - Gabite - Female - Moves are Sand Tomb, Crunch, Dragon Claw, and Scary Face - Ability is Sand Veil

Fang - Golbat - Male - Moves are Hypnosis, Screech, Supersonic, and Poison Fang - Ability is Inner Focus

Ghoul - Gengar - Male - Moves are Night Shade, Sucker Punch, Acid Spray, and Dream Eater - Ability is Cursed Body

Laurel - Nonbinary - She/they - 25 - Admin and certified braniac

Fractal - Sableye - Female - Moves are Astonish, Disable, Knock Off, and Mean Look - Ability is Keen Eye

Alloy - Steelix - Male - Moves are Rock Polish, Dig, Iron Tail, and Stone Edge - Ability is Sturdy

Kira - Female - She/her - 19 - Grunt and certified naive newbie

Fuzz - Combusken - Male - Moves are Quick Attack, Double Kick, Flame Charge, and Aerial Ace - Ability is Blaze

Nippy - Mawile - Female - Moves are Fairy Wind, Iron Defense, Crunch, and Ice Fang - Ability is Hyper Cutter

#pokemon #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #ooc

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