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alltaternotot · 3 months

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The Big Chop | A. Georgiev

Alexandar georgiev x fem reader

A/N: time for some promised goalie love!! Georgie occupies about 99% of my hockey brain right now, and I really like his haircut. I might make a part two to this if I’m feelin it.

CW: nothing really, Georgie getting his haircut, tooth rotting fluff. Very lightly proofread, sorry for any mistakes!

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Alex’s hair was getting very, very long.

Not that you didn’t love his hair long, you really did. He had been growing it out since before Colorado scooped him up, something superstitious causing him to put the clippers away. Not only that, he wanted to try out a different style than he was used to in New York.

It turned into bonding time for you two, something for you to do when he was home so you could enjoy some nice quality time with him. You washed it for him in the shower, your hands in his hair with his lips on your neck becoming your own personal heaven. You gave him some nice leave in conditioner to keep it soft, and he hung on every word while you explained. You would even trim the dead ends off every so often to keep it looking healthy. You were getting very good at trimming straight and feathering in some texture at the bottom.

His hair was past his shoulders now. Lately, you had been helping him style it into a sleek bun for his walk ins, which you had become oddly fond of. It would flow out from under his helmet during games and he would come home with a damp mop on his head. As much as you loved it, you noticed him repeatedly tucking it behind his ear or brushing it back, a look of annoyance coming over his features. He even took a late night trip to Walmart for one of those headbands with teeth to keep it out of his eyes.

Then, the Avs started losing. Alex was exhausted by playing so many games, the Defence was suffering a little bit, and silly mistakes were leading to losses. You could tell it was affecting him, he came home quieter and just wanted to go to sleep after a hard game. He could see people talking about him. You just wanted to hug him and kiss him and take all the tough feelings away. But you couldn’t, which was the hardest thing to wrestle with as his girlfriend. He was starting in net again tonight, Jared keeping his faith in Alex after a couple games of rest.

He had been in the bathroom a little longer than usual. He had already been to morning skate, and taken his shower, so now he had free time till he had to leave for the game. You were sitting in the living room, relaxing with a cup of tea in hand while Alex got ready.

“Baby? Would you come here?” His voice floated from the bathroom out into the hallway.

“Everything okay in here?” You asked, walking into the bathroom to your shirtless boyfriend leaning over the sink, his hair damp.

“I think it’s time.” He said, which felt cryptic to you, but he gave a look like you would know exactly what he was talking about.

“Time for what Alex?” You inquired.

“Time for a chop.” He said, bending down to open the cabinet that held the hair shears and his clippers. “I need a boost out there and I’m tired of brushing it back.”

“Oh! How much are you thinking?” You asked, scooting up onto the counter so you could sit in front of him.

“I want it off my neck I think, not too short but not super long anymore.” He handed the shears up to you, his head still buried in the cabinet below you both. “Are you ok with doing it? I don’t really have time to book an appointment with the barber before the game.”

“Sure I can! Just don’t be mad if it doesn’t turn out perfect!” You joked, and he laughed, standing back up with his little bag of clippers and heads of varying length.

“I’m sure you’ll do great baby.” He said, leaning in for a sweet kiss. “I’ll get a trash bag for the floor, don’t move.”

You let out a little giggle at his excitement, hopping off the counter to plug in his clippers and clean off the shears as best as you can. He rounded the corner again, a trash bag and a stool in hand. He put the bag down, then the stool, and sat down right in front of you, ready for you to start.

“You’re super sure about this right?” You asked one more time, a little worried he might regret it and be in his head before the game.

“I’m ready. It’s time.” He said, big brown eyes meeting yours in the mirror in front of you both.

“Okay… look down…” you murmured, brushing his hair back while he relaxed into your gentle touch.

You started by clipping up his hair in layers, making sure they were straight across the back of his head. You eyeballed a length a little longer than what he asked for, bringing the shears up right underneath your fingers. The sharp noise of the shears rang around the bathroom walls as you made your first snip, watching his chocolate locks fall to the ground. Slowly, you made your way through the layers of his hair, gently brushing off his bare shoulders when a stray lock got stuck on his skin. It was quiet other than the snipping.

“Baby?” Alex’s soft voice broke the quiet.

“Mhm?”

“Will you still wash my hair for me in the shower now that it’s short?” He asked, and you looked up from the snip you just made to watch his face in the mirror.

“Of course I will love,” you murmured, letting your hand fall to his shoulder, “why do you ask?”

“I just really like it, it’s one of my favorite parts of the day. You’re like, the best at it.” He gushed, the edge of his lips curling up in a sweet smile, “I swear you’re what makes my hair so soft.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so, but it’s a nice thought love,” you giggled out, “you’re gonna be shocked at how light it feels.”

He smiled at you, now looking straight ahead, “It already feels better. Like a fresh start. What about the leave in conditioner?”

“You can still use it, just use a little less and run it through your hair like you would with a gel. A little goes a long way.” You explained and he nodded shortly, not wanting to mess up your handiwork.

“Sounds good baby.”

“Almost done, look down again…” you continued, delicately moving his head down with your fingers.

You feathered in some more snips, bringing the line of his hair right above his neck. It was still longer than it used to be in his early days in New York, just more manageable. You, of course, thought he looked handsome with any length of hair, but you liked this length on him a lot. It just felt right to let the hair, and therefore the losses and all the other baggage that comes with it, go completely. It felt like a mini victory in and of itself.

“Ok, I think we’re done. Check it out hon.” You murmured.

He looked up, turning left, right, then center, his pearly teeth showing through a sweet smile. He ran a big hand through his hair, putting it exactly how he liked it.

“It’s perfect baby. Thank you.” He admired, pulling you in front of him for a hug and a sickly sweet kiss, your hands falling on his bare shoulders with the shears forgotten.

“You’re welcome. You might need another shower though, you’re covered in hair.” You said with a punctuating giggle.

“Only if you join me and wash my hair for me.”

#avs fic #colorado avalanche #t’s imagines #alexandar georgiev #Alexandar georgiev fic #alexandar georgiev imagine #colorado avalanche fic #colorado avalance #hockey rpf #i am a georgie defender till i die

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puppetsoftomorrow · 3 months

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something that could be fun to write is sara getting stuck in the past and meeting ava and falling in love with her there. and then having to choose between rejoining the legends and staying with ava

#phoebe returns #avalance #the 1950s?? that cld be fun #i think in the end sara would take ava to the future #she deserves that at least #imagine a 1950s ava trying to figure out the 2020s #it wld be fun!

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n3xii · 1 year

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This reading focused on what's coming towards you in all areas of life as well as what you're attracting. Close your eyes and pick a picture below. I'm also avalible for personal readings, check my pinned for prices and how to book

Pile one

What's coming towards you 》

Alignment. What's coming towards you is a sense of being in flow, connection to your higherself and seeing how everything fits together. You're gonna be collaborating with your higherself to let things flow naturally how they're supposed to. This alignment also creates a passageway for all your manifestions to just flow into your life as well. You've walked away from things that no longer resonate with the vision you're trying to achieve, you've detached yourself from old stories and concepts. You've been following your instincts more and this is leading you straight into alignment. Spirot wants you to know that you're being rewarded and gifted based on all the work you've out in to do this. You may not even be conscious of how you've been following your instincts, but spirit is rewarding you anyways.

What you're manifesting / attracting towards you》

Your manifesting a sense of escape into imagination. People who picked this pile may have been trying to align their imagination to what they're trying to manifest, and I see here you're gonna become very talented at this your manifesting and attracting your vision. You seem to be manifesting perfect flow and receptivity to flow. I think this pile is attending to their feminine energy and using that to attract their manifestions. Additionally I see you manifesting psychic ability. People who picked this pile are also manifesting a dramatic, passionate love affair with someone. Sex, gifts, dramatic displays of affection, etc all of that is stuff you're attracting towards you.

Pile two

What's coming towards you 》

People who picked this pile will be withdrawing and going inside to reexamine something in the past. This is likely about a person you have unfinished buisness with, perhaps unresolved conflict or a lack of closure. You're questioning your priorities and whether or not you just invest in thinking about them so much, others may be considering reaching out. You're going back and forth, analyzing the past and it could be making you more confused and curious. You guys are trying to find the answers within but I feel like it's making you more precarious and develop even more questions. So I do see some of you stimulating a conversation or reunion with someone who you want answers from

What you're attracting 》 organization and...conflict??? I feel like you guys are attracting the motivation to improve because people around you challenge you to do so. They don't challenge you directly, but I feel like you guys see how they've their life's, how disciplined and ambitious they are and this makes you want to refine your life. So yes your manifesting orgnaization. I also see some of your manifesting the resources that are gonna help you remove yourself from a place of financial constraint or anxiety. So overall your manifesting the motivation to get your shit together as well as the financial and emotional support that will help you.

Pile three

Achievement, something you've put in your hard work and effort into will be rewarding you with luxury. Whats coming towards you is the ultimate fullfillment and schievment of something you have independently invest time, money and work into. I'm also seeing communication coming towards you, this communication could be coming from a bold, authority like figure, or an Aries, Scorpio, cancer, etc. This person is coming in hot, their energy disrupts and destablizes. This may be someone you don't expect to hear from, or their passion towards you takes you off guard completely.

What your manifesting / attracting 》

Your manifesting a recall and awakening of all your skills and talents. I see many of you manifesting collaboration, support, sponsorships or otherwise financial support to the work you're doing. People who chose this pile will feel called to recruit others to help them achieve something, you're also attracting yang energy that allows you to initiate projects. A new era of being is coming towards you. Some of you are picking up on projects you started in the past. many of you are also attracting loyalty and commitment with someone.

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emberfrostlovesloki · 6 months

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Aaron and Criminal Minds December Prompt List [a ramble]

Photo credits after the tag list

Good evening loves! We made it to November! It’s hard to believe. I know it felt like crawling over some metaphorical finish line to get here, but I made it and you did too, and I’m proud of you for that! As we start ramping up to the holiday season, I’ve been having Hotch thoughts, as per usual. This month I thought I’d make a prompt list and share it with anyone who would like to write along, a la @imagining-in-the-margins. I won’t write for all of these, but I will for at least a few. The rules for using these prompts are that there are no rules! You could use any Criminal Minds characters, OC’s, reader inserts, etc. You could draw, write, make mood boards, or anything else you can imagine. I have included 31 prompts for each day of the month. I also get inspiration from plain old words, so I’ve included 10 December-y words that might inspire something. I've tried to keep the prompts non-holiday center as everyone has their own traditions/faiths. Lastly, I’ve included a few dialog and art prompts too. You can find that all below the cut. If any of these prompts inspire you to create, I’d love to be tagged to see what you have made. This is all just for fun. I wish everyone a great start to the month. Please know I’m proud of you wherever you are right now. Love - Levi ❄️❄️❄️

General Prompts

Character A gets Character B and an advent calendar.

Character A’s child is in the school pageant with Character B’s child.

The team gets snowed in on a case.

Character A goes caroling and sees Character B get into a dangerous situation; Character A intervenes.

Character A buys some holiday-themed underwear to surprise Character B with.

Character A buys a gift that can’t be wrapped for Character B.

The sidewalk is icy and Character A unceremoniously falls into Character B.

Character A is too sad to celebrate the holidays and Character B provides some comfort.

Characters A and B get stranded in the airport trying to get home for the holidays after their flight gets grounded.

Characters A and B read A Christmas Carol aloud to a group of children.

Christmas dinner at Rossi’s.

An unsub strikes while the team is off, so they have to come together.

Characters A and B bump into each other at a Christmas tree lot.

Character A knits/crochets a scarf for Character B which is way too long.

Characters A and B find a stray kitten in the cold and decide to adopt it.

Santa Clauss is a woman this year.

Character A buys gender-affirming clothing for Character B as a gift and to let them know they accept them as they are.

The team watches the most cringy Hallmark holiday movie they can find.

Character A shares their spice wine recipe with Character B.

Characters A and B serve at a shelter for those less fortunate.

Character A and B are forced into the office alone - work does not get done.

Characters A and B meet at an ice skating rink.

Character A has been overworking themself and Character B does the holiday prep for them.

The team makes sure everyone’s dietary needs are met before the office potluck.

Characters A and B take the next step in their relationship.

Characters A and B find themselves under the mistletoe.

Character A makes a revelation about Character B.

Character A hears Character B sing for the first time. - forthcoming for my love, Rome (@criminalskies)

Character A looks for a sexy outfit for New Year's Eve.

Characters A and B plan for the future.

Classic New Year’s kiss shenanigans.

Word Prompts

Yuletide

Twinkle

Snowball

Sweater

Bitter

Gingerbread

Fireplace

Avalance

Stocking

Flannel

Dialog Prompts

“Wait, you LIKE eggnog?”

“If anyone says anything about mistletoe I’m going to scream!”

“I’d tell you what I want for Christmas, but it will make you blush.”

“Ohhhh… I didn’t mean it to be an ugly sweater…”

“Hey, just a heads up. My friends will think we’re fucking.”

“Let’s skip the office party and go out on the town instead.”

Art Prompts

Any CM kid asleep under the tree.

Any BAU member in an ugly sweater.

Any BAU member wearing reindeer antlers.

Characters holding hands.

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Top row: Left (@sadgirlzluvdilfs) Center (@holly-days) Right (@peacefulandcozy)

Middle row: (@fallingforchristmasworld) Center (@sadgirlzluvdilfs) Right (@happyheidi)

Bottom row: (@happyheidi) Center (@rhiannonwrites) Right (@themoontaxi)

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sc-intothedarknightofthesoul · 14 days

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Gonna go ahead and tag you guys real quick since y'all asked for the same character, but I'd feel bad answering to only one of you: @soulofamy @mommahoodie @ank3kur0

Also, I got a bingo! Yay!

I'll be honest, what if I told you I didn't like Grøh at first?

Shocking, considering I gush over this guy time and time again, but let me explain.

I'll admit I played the Main Chronicle first before Libra of Soul and one of the first things he does is come out of nowhere to ambush Kilik, and putting myself in Kilik's shoes, I'm just as confused as to what the fuck just happened and why he straight up attacked him.

But the thing I learned about Grøh from that scene and the one where he meets the Conduit in Libra of Soul is that he doesn't exactly give off the best of first impressions: he's stand-offish, cold, and blunt (some will call him pessimistic, like I did at one point, others will say he's telling the cold hard truth no one at the time wanted to hear), didn't stop to think about the feelings of others and would rather push them away.

So what made me go a complete 180° on my mind about Grøh?

One simple answer is that, unlike Taki in that story, Grøh does come back to help Kilik and Xianghua get to Nightmare hiding out in Ostrheinsburg Castle, which ultimately made me curious about him that his Soul Chronicle became the first one I watched after completing the Main Chronicle.

The complicated answer is that I actually sort of relate to Grøh in the sense of, "I act aloof and cold at times without meaning to, I've made people cry because I get blunt as a sledgehammer when I thought it was me being honest with them, and I tend to push people away in favour of protecting myself and others from harm."

Point is, it took time, patience, and a bit of looking in the mirror to get me completely on board with Grøh's character.

Then I watched his Soul Chronicle and we got hints as to why he acts the way he does, something I have sort of expected all along: The Malfested took his friends, family and home from him, Nightmare took away his squad and a part of his humanity away and made it ten times harder to be himself without the fear of his Malfested side taking control over him, Azwel basically gave Grøh the worst kind of emotional whiplash imaginable by saving his life and then forcing him to fight and kill his best friend Curtis when he revealed his secret to him, meanwhile also having Orzal, his teacher and probably the closest thing to a father figure in the Aval Organization, killed during Azwel's defection.

Then I finally get to Libra of Soul and I see him slowly open up to the Conduit and soften his heart for them and it's just...

...If Project Soul's definition of slow burn is not only having him and another character bond over time, but also having you, as the player, bond with him over time, then that deserves a chef's kiss from me!

Also, Grøh ends up standing between the Conduit and danger coming for them TWICE, if not THRICE. First being Valtro when we see his Malfested self for the first time, second being an attempt to protect them while they were sick but he messed up his footing in his attack before Taki came out of nowhere to finish the Berserker off, and then finally standing between them and Azwel in that cutscene in the Shrine of Eurydice before reckless succumbing to his Malfestation and throwing Azwel and himself off a goddamn cliff.

Like guys, one time is an instance, two times is a coincidence, and three or more times ends up becoming a pattern.

Also to add to what I said in the previous post about the final fight with Azwel being cathartic because you're making him pay for what he's done, I also fought Azwel in the name of Grøh knowing how much he suffered because of that fucker and that I felt was fulfilling a promise.

So it's no surprise that at the end of the Soul Calibur/Good Route, I cried when Grøh looked back to the camera, to the Conduit, and gave a smile, something that is a first in this game mode. It felt to me that not only is he thanking the Conduit for basically saving his life and bringing back his humanity, it's like a very emotional thank you to the player for playing Libra of Soul.

I also finished the Soul Edge/Evil Route a while back and yeah, it felt gut-wrenching having to fight him with Soul Edge, and just like that, a piece of me died when Grøh died.

So yeah, I can fully say without a shadow of a doubt that I fell in love with this character in a fashion I didn't expect to.

Regarding his design, I'm not too deep into the lore of King Arthur and the Knights of Avalon, but I do enjoy people's take on the lore (Quest for Camelot was one of my favourite movies growing up). Plus, I am also a sucker for Norse mythology and I liked how he kinda looked like Odin with the eye patch and the fur on his coat and the fact that he's from Norway. And the way they basically combined the two is very interesting to me. I also fuck with the punk aesthetic he's got going on.

One headcanon that I see a lot of people use and one I agree with a lot is that since we don't know how old he is or when his home got attacked or how long he's been part of the Aval Organization, I figured he probably was rescued and raised by the Aval Organization when he was really young, which would sort of explain why the Oath he took about taking on the Malfested, or Outsiders, is deeply ingrained into his mindset and why he follows his orders to the letter.

It also saddens me that he doesn't get a lot of love in the fandom or isn't as remembered as much as the other characters, to the point where there was a time a friend thought he was an OC of mine, granted she didn't know he wasn't cos she doesn't participate in the Soul Calibur fandom, but still.

But yeah, just gonna wrap up these asks and say that I love Grøh a lot as a character and I think is an underrated gem.

And maybe an analogy that Grøh is like a shy, distrustful yet lovable guard dog that I adopted at a shelter, while (to add to the previous post) Azwel's the chaotic cat causing mayhem in everybody's wake that I found in a dumpster in an alleyway one Monday morning.

#soul calibur #ask game #character bingo #grøh #three asks in one post #soulofamy #mommahoodie #ank3kur0

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harinishivaa · 11 months

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Ennavale

Prologue

“Appa,” Rajendra Chozha leaned over his father’s bedside, gently touching Raja Raja Chola, born Arulmozhi Varman.

“Kanna, are you okay?” the weary, tired voice of Arulmozhi echoed in his son’s ears, his once luminous eyes now matching the dryness of his voice.

“Appa, do you want water?” asked the now King of the Chozhas, recently coronated by his father, who had gotten a light in his eyes that spoke of leaving the Earth for the heavenly abode.

“I want my Vanathi, Madhurantaka.”

Rajendra jerked at the name of his mother, feeling nostalgic for her once more, since her passing five years ago. His father had closed off from everyone at the loss of Vanathi, as had Kundavai Athai, and it had been exceedingly difficult to bring them out of their shells. Siriya Annai Lokamadevi had told him that due to the nature of his father’s relationship with his mother, his father grieved by shutting himself away from the world.

He had seen the luminosity on his Amma’s face, and the gentleness that alighted in his father’s eyes when they saw each other. It was as if his father’s very life had returned to him every time his mother came to him.

His Athai had said that his father had once referred to his mother as uyirin uyir, the life of his life since he was but a young man of twenty. And now, in this moment, the same life seemed to return to his father’s face.

“En uyiraagiya un ammavai patri naan pesuvadillai, aval illamal eppadi vazhndhen endru theriyavillai, (you mother, who is my very life, is someone I didn’t speak to you about, I do not know how I even lived so far without her). I have troubled her a lot, but she bore my mischief with equanimity, only caring about me, despite my behaviour, despite all that I did. She gave me more than I still think I deserved… maybe, in another life, I will give her all that she deserves, completely,” Arulmozhi said, coherent and calmed, his eyes once more holding the fire of puli magan as he spoke of Vanathi.

“Appa, you did love all my mothers,” Madhurantaka said, sounding like a child.

“I did, and I still do. I didn’t love them any less, my child. But Vanathi means different to the whole of Chozha Nadu, because of everything starting from her teens. She even means different to all your mothers, because she accepted everyone calmly as my wives, as her sisters. She often told me, I have become one with them. She is within them; and they are within her. But she is the very start of it, my son. You have always known Vanathi in so many ways, but even you did not know that doe eyed damsel that Kundavai Akka and I knew.”

His tone was heavy but emotional, talking about the love that he had lived with for the larger portion of his life.

Rajendra listened to his father talk, weeping in many places, joyous in equally as many, and stunned as his other mothers joined in the storytelling.

The next day, the Sun of the Cholas had given in and heaved his last breath, the thought of his beloveds and children, of his motherland the very last thing, eternally reunited with his Vanathi, his other wives following him immediately.

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This is my version of VanMozhi (Version 1), a mixture of the book, movies and some history too, along with my insane imagination :p

Thank you to @thelekhikawrites for the Prologue idea.

@vibishalakshman @thelekhikawrites @chiyaanvikram @yehsahihai @nspwriteups @rang-lo @thegleamingmoon @dumdaradumdaradum @kovaipaavai @willkatfanfromasia @whippersnappersbookworm @dr-scribbler @hollogramhallucination @arachneofthoughts @thirst4light Please tag your friends, guys!

#ponniyin selvan #ponniyin selvan 2 #arulmozhi #arulmozhi varman #vanathi #rajendra chola #raja raja chola #kundavai #aditha karikalan #nandini #amarar kalki

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frosty-the-killer-doll · 3 months

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i cannot imagine meet the legends being the last time avalance argue about oliver and what he means to sara and how his death affects her. ava's jealousy is a big flaw of hers that she's clearly worked at considering how friendly she later manages to be with constantine, but. it really shone through again there and considering he just fucking died sara would be extra sensitive towards the topic of him and one wrong bitter comment from ava would make sara snap again

#this isnt anti ava or anti avalance i love both im just saying stay away from me anti avas #ava sharpe #sara lance #dc's legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow #avalance #lot #arrowverse #oliver queen

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thehimbofactory · 1 year

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Himbo Types

Himbo types and flavors, let us talk about them.

Yes, himbo is an umbrella term used to describe 3 types of boys, and we can assist all manner of boys becoming all 3 of these, you will get to decide this type for yourself, or rather, that is what it will feel like.

Digital Himbo - This himbo is a social media guru, and the easiest to spot online, requirments include an instagram, onlyfans, and a twitter. Alam Wernik, Arad Winwin, Duke Foxx, Reno Gold, and many others fit into this category. Their goal is to create a fantasy through photo and video, and meet with men who reach out to them.

They can travel a lot, and have a near perfect tan year round. Age can range from anywhere between 18-50+, its not about looking young, its about online success with your body. This is arguably the most diverse type of Himbo.

If you want to be this type of himbo, learn to edit your pictures, its a visual artform, and you would be wrong to think any of those boys “really” look like their photographs. Several boys from the factory have gone on to be a digital himbo and have met large success.

Kept Himbo - otherwise known as the Trophy Boy, this boy has put himself into a life of service for one spesific man, and has altered himself to that mans taste. Most men are vanilla, so you can imagine this boy typically ends up as a muscular, but not too muscular, boy, light brown or blonde hair, vacant look, perfect tan. Seen and not heard.

Many digital himbos may become a kept himbo, there’s even a merge between the two where a digital himbo may be a “distance” kept himbo, avalible for when their patron comes to town. The age range for this himbo is 18-45.

If you want to be this type of himbo, know it is a large upfront investment, but with quick turn around. You do not even need to be lucky, you just need to be ready and confident in person. No less than 15 boys from the factory currently have a patron in some capacity, one dating back to the original Himbo Factory on MySpace.

Gym himbo - These boys live to make themselves bigger, and wear tighter or more revealing clothing in the process. While they may be online, or have a patron, their main goal is their own body, and supporting its growth, whatever it takes. Of all himbos, these are the ones who are most frequently “naturally” dumb. They frequently become fitness models and boydbuilders.

Age is simply 23+

If you wish to become a himbo, send the factory a recent face picture, and an intro about yourself (including location), and we can get started.

#himbo #himbo factory #thehimbofactory #trophy #trophy boy #tf #himbo tf #kept boy #kept #kept man #perfect body #teamstupid

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disneytva · 7 months

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#Playdate with Winnie The Pooh #Winnie The Pooh #A.A Milne #Jojo Ramos Patrick #Greg Chalekian #Chris Hamilton #Elise Fachon #Disney Junior #Disney Jr #Youtube

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hollyhomburg · 1 year

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Love, OMG did u see that!!! I'M VIBRATING give me thoghts on Bridgerton!Yoon pretty please

i have too many thoughts about him, imagine the m/c is kinda like a mixture between eloise and daphne- curious about love but by no means ready to fall into it. She's too shy, she finds herself stuttering and too nervous to be cleaver or charming, face bright red whenever a man comes close (oh how painfully heterosexual of her 😅). she always ends up tripping over her skirts during dances or stepping on their feed.

but regardless of the fact that she's named one of the most eligible young women in the season she's just...a little shy, far from innocent but unused to having love right up and close- she's much more comfortable having it on the other side of a novel or viewing it in a painting. happy to keep love (and any and all avalible crushes) at arms lenght.

Maybe one day while she's running from her sutors trying to avoid any and all men at a ball- she runs straight into yoongi. he's got a bit of a reputation for being harsh and dismissive to young ladies, but nor does he have the reputation for hanging about the unscrupulous parts of town. he's simply antisocial- despite the fact that his family inherited a dukedom and a sizable fortune.

every law of society dictates that min yoongi should be the king of all bachelors but...he's just not. he doesn't like killing things or drinking, going to whore houses or throwing lavish gambling parties. his only weekness seems to be weekly fights (similar to our dear simon 😭)

he's as much of a mystery as he is handsome, but the way he grabs her arm to keep her from falling into a nearby rosebush is the hight of impropriety. but it's also so so gentle- much more gentle than anyone would expect from a man of his nature. much more than the m/c expects from any man- the kind of kindness and softness that she only knows from stories.

he's nothing if not polite, maybe he notices the drawn ashyness to her face "forgive me my lady, but do you require an escort this evening?" and she ends up spilling how afraid she is of falling in love with the wrong person. Of finding out that courtship is all flowers and love but once marriage happens she'll be stuck in a loveless place.

Maybe they start hanging around each other- because all of the men are too nervous/scared of yoongi to hassel her if he's around, and although he might be quiet- speaking in low tones that the m/c might hear in her dreams later as they promenade, giving her roses occasionally just to keep up appearances. because they're not courting, not really- but the more yoongi hangs around her the less other men seem to view her as an option and the more peace she has.

Yoongi is such a gentle man- and she soon realizes, that hes nothing like his reputation- he's a little standoffish (why do i get the idea of him walking in on a man giving her attention when she clearly doesn't want it- she's told yoongi she has no desire for a courtship explicitly) shoving the man back and threatening him that he's to leave /his lady/ alone...which of course would cause problems for both of them. yoongi's getting posessive, even though she isn't his, even though he knows she doesn't want to be loved yet, he decides to keep his feelings to himself, even though he realizes right then and there that he wants her.

maybe their courtship gets a little more intense, walks in the garden turn heavy when he holds her hand (the scandal of it all apearing in lady wistledown! but if anything it only makes her more at ease- because at least the attention is finally off of her for good).

and yoongi gets a little bit...over zealous with his gifts because he has so much wealth and nothing to do with it. he gives her books and shakespear and asks to have tea with her where she does nothing but read her favorites to him, maybe they even take a picnic to the royal gardens where he ends up with his head in her lap and her voice above him.

his gifts get bold, jewels fashioned in the sort from her favorite drama made special- and tickets to plays and comedy shows just to hear her giggle. the most lavish gift is a quiet little mountainside estate- deeded in her name with a special royal seal that Yoongi had gotten just for her- completely against the law. because he knows that the thing she loves more than anything is finding a quiet spot to read and this spot- this is her own lands that can never be taken from her 🥺 he gifts her the kind of security so that she'll never have to depend on a man for a home or money. She'll never have to fall in love unless she wants too.

Why am i imagining a love triangle too? because maybe namjoon is a similar character to her- too busy wandering in his expansive glaries, or murmuring along to his plants. and it would mean nothing if he wasn't literally the prince. his fondness for her would be entirely dismissable if he wasn't quite literally next in line to be king. it's more of a marriage of connivence for him because he just wants to get the king and queen off of his back but he's a good man, a kind man. even if he has no idea that he's persuing someone that doesn't want to be persued.

maybe yoongi and him are friends, and it's namjoon whom he had gone to seeing about the official transfer of property. maybe yoongi didn't want to confess to his friend that he'd finally finally found someone he thought he might love- maybe he peddled some shit to him like "she's an outcast like us namjoon, and i just want to give her some of the kindness you've shown me" which lead namjoon to watching her more closely, with more intent.

namjoon is a kind man, he's going to make a good king. and yoongi has certainly never been known as a kind man until her. Until she showed him the value in being soft and open.

but if she where to be queen one day, then that would mean parties and attention and organizing balls and weddings and high society- none of witch she wants even if her parents and siblings are all pushing her. yoongi hates it, hates that in the future she might be forced to endure all of this in perpetuity.

why do i picture the two of them getting into a fight- maybe it comes to blows. maybe namjoon says he has no idea that yoongi loved her before he bought the ring and proposed. maybe the m/c said yes but they haven't announced it to the whole ton because a royal engagment means nearly the end to the season. but namjoon told yoongi because he thought his bestfriend would be happy for him.

maybe Yoongi shows up at her door in the rain seeking an audience even though it's the height of rudeness to do so in the middle of the night. "Do you love him? is it true? are you going to marry Namjoon?" and the m/c admits, wrapping her dressing gown tighter around her body that she is genuinly considering saying yes.

yoongi's hands shake when he gulps, when he speaks, he's more animated than she's ever seen him, long hair soaked from the rain. his voice is cold, "he'll treat you well- as best as anyone could. namjoon is a good man, i'm sure you'll make him a happy husband and an even happier king" the words are so impartial- so rehearsed, but yoongi can't be soft with his leadened heart in his throat. "i'm sorry for disturbing your sleep my lady, forgive me, i'll take my leave of you"

imagine his surprise when she grabs the tail of his coat to keep him from leaving. "yoongi- stop- why are you being so cold?"

yoongi's laugh is bitter and sad. "i'm only preparing myself. i need to figure out what to do with the softness you've sowed in me now. if i can't give it to you- i should crush it then. or would you rather that i keep loveing you like this? as i always have- from afar?"

"you love me?"

"i do, isn't it terrible? i was so afraid that you'd end up feeling trapped by me that i didn't stop you from wandering into him. but i don't think i'll be able to bear it- if he puts you in some gilded cage."

he cups her cheek, the one breif touch that he'll ever allow himself again. "we both know all you've ever wanted was to be free to make your own choices. i used to think i'd be fine as long as you got the love you need, but now i don't think i'll be able to bear it."

"i thought you wanted me to marry namjoon?"

"i don't want you to marry anyone-" imagine a breath, both of them looking at each other with nothing but a fire to light the room. yoongi's almost too shy to say it.

"i don't want you to marry anyone but me."

#this au would be called too shy for words #cuz i think shy love is a very cute love #and lately i've been feeling cute innocence and first kisses

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puppetsoftomorrow · 2 months

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i swear at the beginning of the avalance fandom there were So many fics where ava and sara had to go undercover at couples resorts,, i would just love a fic abt the villian who sets this up. like imagine a villian is like fuck, these two keep ruining my plans, if i can make them fall in love they'll be too interested in eachother to stop me!!

#phoebe returns #they send them on all kinds of romantic scenarios #oh nooo... this requires u to dress up fancy and hold hands....#uh oh! trouble on valentines day!!#he traps them in a cabin with only one bed #bishop would have done this if he was the s3 villian

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kingsholomon · 2 years

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Imagine Diavolo and Lucifer in diavolos room to complete some work together, and the room is packed with piles of documents on tje floor, desk, and even in the cabinets. Lucifer is reaching into one of the cabinets to get a paper, while lord diavolo is looking for one himself. The space between Lucifer and the furniture behind him is small, but it’s right in front of where Diavolo needs to go. Lord Diavolo puts his big muscular hands on Lucifers hips, and moves his body through the tight space avalable to him. He carries on with what he was doing, but Lucifer is now tomato red, trying to collect himself, as his hips were small enough for Diavolos hands to fit perfectly.

#Obey me #obey me dialuci #dialuci #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #Obey me imagines

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randomwriteronline · 11 months

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In another life, Volo smiles in a way that gives his eyes a strange shape and says: “Don’t worry about tomorrow.”

Ingo looks up at him, piercing him with his blank gaze: “I’m afraid that mentioning something I should not worry about whilst not specifying what exactly that will be is bound to have the opposite effect on my peace of mind.”

Volo laughs softly, face turning genuine: “Something frightening will happen.”

“Ah. It is simply another part of the plan, I assume?”

“Very much so.”

“Thank you for warning me in advance.”

The merchant shakes a hand back and forth as if to say it’s nothing, index and middle finger raised. It looks like he’s giving him a holy blessing of sorts.

“If all goes well, you’ll even be home early!”

When the sky turns green and red, Ingo breathes evenly, and waits.

In another life, Ingo’s breath hitches in the night.

His hands are red and cold and he keeps repeating to himself, like a mantra, the instructions for covering one’s tracks in the snow while hunting or retreating as he follows them to the letter, just like the clan taught him, and thinking of the kind people makes his guilt jut a spike right through his chest, and he bites his lip and tries to ignore it.

The Lord sleeps with a quiet rumble that turns into a howling whistle as he exhales, the ice in his breath freezing Ingo all the way down to the marrow in his trembling bones. At least, it means he won’t wake up anytime soon.

He searches the enormous body feverishly, its every crack and nook. He peers into the dark maws as they open slightly: nothing. Until...

Overcome by such relief that he almost cries, he reaches out, at once careful and deliriously frantic, until his almost frostbitten grasp clenches around the stone. Maybe it’s his diminished sense of touch, but something about it feels completely alien in a manner he can’t understand, at once both above and below nature itself.

The Lord does not stir; Ingo rushes away, plate tight against his chest, masking his passage to pretend nothing happened tonight, absolutely nothing, while shame shrieks in his head unheard in the cold air about the assassination of trust he’s just tainted his hands with.

The Pearl Clan already has a home, whether a piece of the Original One is held in their possession or not.

He just wants to have a home again, too.

Ingo hopes they’ll understand.

In another life, the Survey Corps kid returns to Jubilife confused.

Pompous words echo in their mind: “If you’re talking about that pesky thing, it’s been dealt with. And it didn’t even leave a feather for all the trouble it caused!”

“Excuse me,” a voice that is outside their head snaps them back to reality.

Ingo, who barely talks to them outside of battles, greets them with a polite nod and his usual frown that reminds them in a way of Captain Cyllene’s.

“I hadn’t heard you had planned a detour to Mount Coronet tonight,” he starts off. “I suppose you too had been told of the commotion around Moonview Arena - I left for the Highlands just this morning to deal with it myself. I would have gladly spared you the trip.”

He produces a dark slab from one of his pockets and simply hands it to them.

They stare at it.

Neither makes a move for the next few seconds.

“I imagine this might be something of interest for you,” he says halfway between a question, an affirmation, and an encouragement.

The kid snaps out of their momentary stupor; they take it from his kind grip without much fanfare, mumbling their thanks as a quiet blush dusts their cheeks. They didn’t mean to just stand around like that - they feel terribly silly. He doesn’t seem to mind, thankfully.

Just as he turns to make his way back to the dojo with a quick tilt of his cap to bid his goodbyes, their voice rises again to catch his attention: “Did Sneasler give you one, too? A plate, I mean? Like this one?”

He follows their finger as it points to the object.

“The other Nobles gave me one,” they clarify sheepishly, ashamed of their forwardness: “Except Electrode and Avalugg. So I thought, maybe...”

The man hums as he considers their reasoning: “I wasn’t aware of such a thing before I was told. Perhaps she does still have it, unless she has shared it with someone else. I can inquire for Electrode as well once I return to the Highlands, though Avalugg is out of my jurisdiction, so - I’m afraid I cannot help with that. Gaeric always striked me as a helpful fellow, though; perhaps he’ll be able to lend you a hand.”

They smile brightly at him: “Thank you.”

They bow slightly before setting off for the next plate, and miss the unspoken lies the warden carefully tiptoes around telling them.

In another life, Volo’s eyes glimmer as they settle on the teen.

“You’ve been called here,” he proceeds, bout of loquaciousness still not extinguished, “You’ve been chosen, that’s plain to see. A grateful, merciful god doesn’t abandon its chosens - is it wrong to assume you’ll be granted a return from whence you came once your duty is done?”

His head tilts slightly to the side.

The kid can almost see his other eye behind golden hair.

“It must be an act of plain cruelty,” he says: “To be left in a time and place you don’t belong to, with no certainty you’ll go back.”

He smiles a little wider.

“Wouldn’t you agree?”

In another life, Volo finds the way that lost fool believes so blindly in his every word so pathetically amusing that he has to hold himself back from laughing in his face each time he crosses that look of wholehearted trust.

In another life, Volo slots a hopeless man’s only hope onto his back, together with the end of Cogita’s heartbroken grieving and his tremendous desire to do good, pure good, and his knees tremble a bit more under the expectations.

In another life, Ingo spends days in a cell torturing the wrist now forcibly freed of the warden bracelet to give himself some peace of mind, pacing back and forth, thinking furiously, to ignore the slight chill seeping into his undershirt from beneath his coat.

For an hour, he despairs about his predicament, about being betrayed, left like that; for another he berates himself for having believed so readily, for having given up community in exchange for myths and fairytales and empty promises; for another, he hates himself as much as the clan despises him, for the same reasons as them; for another, he hates the man in whose hands he so stupidly agreed to put his life.

After some time he stops thinking and only cries, cries, cries.

In another life, the kid gawks dumbly at the five missing plates as Volo carefully hides them back with a slight of hand that makes them disappear in mid-air, not expecting to have been beaten to them, not knowing two were stolen, two were given, and one was caught.

He smiles at them with an indecipherable expression. His free fingers extend, demandingly.

“Hand them over,” he orders, his voice like an airy laugh and his teeth as white as marble, as bleached and polished bone: “There’s a score I have been waiting far too long to settle with Arceus.”

“No!” they manage to blurt out amidst their state of shock, and though they gasp for breath no other words come out of their lips.

Volo smiles a little wider, looking past them.

“Please,” a voice that really does sound like it’s begging them rises from behind their back; Ingo stands, slouched but tense, and looks at them in the eyes. “I would advise complying with Volo’s request.”

The sentence stumbles out of their mouth: “What are you doing here?”

“I must catch a coincidence,” the man replies, unblinking, still as a statue: “My train departs from here, as soon as you kindly provide us with the plates.”

Confusion makes their brain swim as though they’d gotten a concussion.

They look back at the merchant. No explanation: his eyes have gotten narrower, more sinister as the setting sun dies into a halo behind blonde hair and casts a long, terrible shadow on the familiar face, turning it dark, grey, supernatural.

They look back at the warden. No explanation: his throat constricts as he gulps down a dry breath, his frame sways ever so slightly in an antsy worried uncertainty, his teeth catch a portion of his lip to bite and easy his anxiety.

Their gaze divided between the two, vocal chords fail them. Their head shakes, movement growing harsher as their footing turns steadier.

Ingo fetches a Pokéball out of his coat.

He waits for them to get one of their own to defend themselves with after fumbling a little for the surprise and fear, and swallows another breath.

His tone cracks under the terrible burden of plain, candid honesty: “I apologize,” he says, and his chest recoils into his shoulders like it really, really does hurt to force their hand like this, “It’s the only way I can go home.”

The apricorn ball leaves his hand: the Alpha Probopass once blessed to guard the Stone Plate roars above Spear Pillar.

In another life, Ingo listens carefully to the professor as he recounts the fight just a stairwell away from the sky (where he was supposed to be, had Kamado not requested he remain in the Village the whole day) as the kid beloved by Arceus told it.

“Ah,” he says once the other man finishes, pale beyond belief, looking almost sick: “Thank goodness he was stopped.”

He spends half of the night biting into his arm to muffle his cries of despair. He leaves the village during the other half, uncaring of any Pokémon or people who might encounter him, heading to the Cobalt Coastlands: his hands bleed and the soles of his shoes crack as he scales the seaside cliffs until he’s finally reached the top of the tower of rock overgrown with moss, shivering as his muscles scream, and he enters the cave the uncatious scientist revealed to him as the hiding place of the terrible creature who might be his last chance at returning from where he came.

In another life, Volo breathes slowly as the dark coat falls further and further down the side of the mountain, following the itinerary of a smaller body.

His palms sweat. He dries them on the marble.

Casualties weren’t planned.

Grabbing the Sky Flute for himself, mind numbed by the sight of two people careening down the mountain at his hands, some part of him soothes him.

He’ll fix that too, along with everything else, in just a moment.

In another life, the man looks at him like he’s out of his mind.

Volo laughs gently: “I don’t blame your disbelief.”

“It’s not-” the other tries to excuse himself, “I just - you - how can you be so certain that it was-?”

“-The work of Arceus?” he finishes. “I doubt it could be anybody else’s. Few beings could harness a power to cause your situation, and it’s not like Its children of Space and Time to cause such misfortunes in Its stead - no, they’ve had an example of what punishment could be for them far too long ago, with their sibling’s banishment.”

“Their sibling’s?”

Volo’s finger wags in the air as his tone turns paradoxically excited in the span of a second, clashing with the tense atmosphere: “Yes, a third god of reality directly descended from the Original One! Most information about it has been lost to time, but it was a truly sad creature, doomed from its birth. Could you believe it, that it was purposefully made to oppose its Parent, and as soon as it followed the very nature instilled into it the Creator banished it into a world opposite ours? Would you consider such behaviour befitting of a kind God?”

The man shakes his head, dismayed.

“Is it hard to believe it would allow such a terrible thing to happen to you, then?”

“How - how did you know, about... That god?”

Ah. A fair question, all things considered - though it is awfully rude to ignore the one asked first.

The merchant tilts his head in a playfully conspiratorial manner: “I’m a bit of a scholar, though I may not look it,” he reveals: “Old myths, ancient buildings, half-buried artifacts, nearly lost religions - with how much I travel the region I was bound to get curious about its history, no? And snooping around enough, I’ve collected quite a bit of knowledge. That’s why I made my proposal to you.”

He pulls back away from the poor lost fellow: “You didn’t believe me to be a charlatan, I hope!” he exclaims suddenly, visible eye theatrically wide.

The sheepish look he gets back is expected, and tears a chuckle out of him.

“I did not mean to offend,” the man apologizes.

“Be not afraid! You’ve done no harm. I’m used to being considered peculiar among my peers, not sure if you’re familiar.”

“Ah - yes, I would be.”

A slightly more relaxed feeling oozes through the air between them. His pitch continues, flowing smoother out of his lips: “You needn’t worry either way,” he grins kindly, “I wouldn’t make an offer like that without being able to properly back up my claim.”

He explains it all, or at least as much as is necessary to convince him, skirting around finer details that might scare him into thinking Volo utterly insane and send him running back with his tail between his legs to the clan he barely knows but already seems ready to latch onto with the ferocity of a Shinx ambushing a Wurmple and refusing to let its bite go even while the Bug wriggles disgustingly in its mouth. He speaks of his studies, his ambition, of how despite being so unfathomable a God can still be battled and rendered submissive - how that is the only way to get anything out of one; he speaks of how he hates the helplessness of humanity against the terrible things that are simply allowed to befall the world, and how he wants to stop that.

He can see a particular light in the white eyes, a glimmer of interest and hope nudging the lost soul closer to Volo; but the dark clad arms are still held tight to his chest, and there’s uncertainty in the clouds his breaths make.

“Is it truly the only way?” he asks.

Ah - a pacifist. Didn’t strike him as one, used to battling as he is, but he has seen things change enough with the centuries for this to make sense.

“Believe it or not, it’s the least tedious one,” Volo answers. His finger rests in the air, only a few inches away from the pale straight nose, as if chiding his naivety: “Otherwise you’d need his children, the gods of Space and Time; but you’ll be hard pressed to find a member of each clan even simply keen on recognizing the other’s Sinnoh as equal to their own.”

He can see how he understands immediately. It’s common knowledge, after all.

Volo smiles; his grey eye squints a little.

His voice is sweet as honey as he speaks: “Besides, I’ve done most of the work already. All that’s left to do is collecting the plates.”

Before he can be questioned about them he produces a dusty purplish slab seemingly from nowhere. Its mere presence is enough to make the air itself feel different, caught in invisible wisps of ghastly tendrils, tasting on the tongue like dried blood, gaining the unreal scent of an abandoned abode being unsealed for the first time after ages of disuse.

He can feel it though his fingertips, the droning, dormant power held within. He can feel Giratina’s long body wrap around his arm to nibble at the piece of its Parent, seeiking revenge, seeking redemption, seeking affection.

The gaze staring confusedly at it is nonetheless equally mesmerized.

“Pieces of the Original One,” he mutters, “Carved by Its legendary hero, no less. One for each type, scattered across the entirety of Hisui. Once all are gathered, one may reach Its realm and challenge It.”

The man eyes it quietly for a little, before asking: “Where have you found this?”

“In a place of worship long forgotten,” he replies with a smile. “Though I’m certain the old hero hid some in easier places to find, maybe even with his trusted Pokémon, who passed them down through the generations. Those should be much less of a hassle to get, don’t you think?”

The other hums thoughtfully.

He fiddles with his hands, trying to decide. What is there to mull over, Volo wonders? He’s made himself plenty clear: he understands how awful the situation must be for him; he sympathizes with his desire to return where he belongs; he wants to help him achieve just that; he has the knowledge and means to do so.

He’s his best chance.

His only chance.

A breath shivers into dead pale lips.

“Are you certain?” the man insists: “That I would not be a bother to you?”

Volo’s laugh is airy, kind: “You’re a victim of cosmic injustice,” he replies: “I cannot stand to see your suffering. It would be my honor to lend you a hand.”

A bout of silence; then the clear eyes turn bright, the slouched stance straightens slightly, the tone of his words becomes emphatic: “Allow me to repay you by helping, then - since you’ve done so much already. I don’t know how effective I will be, but if I can shorten the time for your plan to come into fruition even by a minute I’ll be gladly to assist you any way I can. As a token of my gratitude, for your kindness.”

Another chuckle breaks the cold air between them into fine shards. Blonde hair sways in the cold: “Who am I to deny such a passionate request?”

They shake hands, their pact sealed.

#pokémon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon volo #submas ingo #random writing #au where ingo is in cahoots with volo :)#feat a bunch of different ways this can go #its a fun au bc depending on how you want to characterize volo and ingo it can go in all sorts of directions #does volo honestly want to help or does he want someone he can use more directly to achieve his goal?#is ingo holding onto some sense of morality or so despearate that he discards it all?#the possibilities are endless! and if u wanna write em go ahead #but also if u do pls tell me bc im curious of how it goes in yalls version #anyways HAVE AT THEE (hurls this at your face)

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