#but at least the colors look so much better and i can fix the settings if i need

[rjshope]

i luv his smile so much🤍

#btsgif #btsedit #cyphernet #userbangtan #dailybts #usersky #annietrack #usermaggie #userkelli #useremmeline #tuserandi #heyryen #heyginkgo #namjoonedit #bts #kim namjoon #* #okay i bought a new monitor and connected it with this laptop #i need some time to get used to it #but at least the colors look so much better and i can fix the settings if i need #so i made this gif just to see how it works #hope it's not very different from my previous gifs🤔

[deadpool15]

The best

"Hello, we are the feisty, sexy JAM REPUBLIC!!" The yelling always gets me, I sit there smiling while fixing my dress or simply trying to pull it down. When the girls agreed on wearing black, I showed up in pink, trying to represent all both of the national colors. I was then given a blanket as I thanked the staff and placed it on my lap. "We are here to work hard, though I can say I'm excited to see what everyone brings to the table. It's fun because we are the serious judges now." I stated while smiling at my team and holding Audrey's hand. We are then brought the cards, "I have a feeling about some of the other teams. What do you think about it, babes?" She turned around, showing off her little dimples before saying, "I feel like it's gonna be some teams we have seen before and a few mysterious ones, you know."

I agree before adjusting the blanket on my lap and watching our wonderful leader reveal the crew. Of course, when I saw BEBE, I wasn't shocked. Bada and I had been dating for a while, technically before the show started, well, at least in her opinion. She had been trying to get with me way before we got to street women fighter, but I genuinely believed those feelings weren't real. No matter how much she tried to tell me of send me gifts and pick me up from work. I know what you're thinking, "like fuck can you be any more dense." Well in my opinion I've had people work extremely hard for a fuck, I'm talking overtime with no breaks. Though she showed me the real her and we opened up to each other about some tough situations and at that moment I knew I was in love with her. Shit I had been the entire time, and I was simply trying to protect my heart.

Other crews weren't exactly a surprise either, though when 1MILLION added another dancer I was a but surprised, I've seen her dancing style for a while and she was good as fuck. "New scenery, me like it, girls." Latrice laughed at me while hitting my shoulder, with Kirsten giving us the motherly like pointed eye stare, meaning she meant business. Though in this situation I think it just meant to shut the fuck up politely. We saw some other times with Hook coming back and making an appearance, Aiki was a judge last time I saw her, and even though I didn't watch her season, I've heard great things about her. Like Bada, she had her students on her crew, and they showed out. "Still can't believe she is older than us or has a kid." We joked a lot about how the hottest people on set were taken.

Seeing LA CHICA was new as well. As soon as the cameras turned off, Latrice looked at me. "Is it bad I don't know the last crew?" I laughed at that. I mean shit not that funny but funny. "Stop laughing and tell me what they have done." I tried to stop my laughs but ended up laughing harder. "To be honest, the leader is just known for a lot of cultural appropriation in my book." The rest of the girls turned around with Kirsten stated we are in korea, so that's accurate.' We all start to get up and move towards set. We were really the only ones to film the outro since we arrived late. Seeing all the crews stand sit there on their podiums was kinda amazing, mainly knowing we would go up there as well. "Funny how we aren't the ones dancing."

After a while of sitting and the occasional introductions of different crews. We also had the smoke challenge performed by BEBE that awed the crowd. We were finally sitting down, and a few selective girls had already shown their dancing skills. Everything was going well so far. Until some girl thought she could pull a sexy choreography. It was actually sad to watch. "It simply wasn't for me, I felt like it could've had more of a wow factor or just better moves. Everything seemed sloppy, and it didn't fit your persona at all." Everyone looked at me after the harsh criticism, I guess no one expected me to be real. I turned to the side to notice Redlic has been winking at me. Weird. You see, me and her didn't exactly have a friendship. She and Bada were friends due to working together previously on dances as well as classes. In my opinion she was too friendly.

Though, not to Bada but to me. She was always winking and trying to hug me or asking me on dates. Now everyone pretty much knew that me and Bada were a thing except the public per my decision. Bada thought it would be a good idea to show the world our love, and while I was glad she wasn't ashamed of it, I knew the outcomes of it. Now I'm not scared by any means of what the world has to say, shit I came out while working as a dancer for beyonce during a tour to thousands of people. But, those opinions mattered to Bada, and as much as she liked to tell me this and that I knew the truth. Redlic saw this as an opportunity even going as far as stated. If you aren't public, then it doesn't really count. After a while, I realized I spaced out and was brought back to reality when I heard Redlic open her mouth. "I'm sure my sqeet angel Ellie could show you how it's done. She is known for being sexy without trying. I mean, come on, people just look at her."

I sat there shocked while plastering on a fake smile shyly shaking my head to disagree with her statement. But it was too late. She had already convinced half of the crowd, and before I knew it, everyone expected me to dance. I took a look over in my girlfriends direction and saw her face. She was smiling, but I knew that smile. She was anything hut happy. She also looked like she wanted to kick Redlics ass. I guess I was taking too long before I felt a hand reaching over to grab me and pull me to the stage. I looked over and saw Redlic smiling at me, telling the crowd to watch and learn. "So much for not dancing today." I whispered. I heard the music, Beyonce, of course it was. Realizing they had decided to play partition out of all the songs seemed like the world was against me today. Redlic had grabbed my hip, squeezing it while smiling at me. At that moment I knew I was fucked.

We danced together with me, somehow ending up between her legs while smirking st thr camera seductively. Might as well put on a show. If anyone would see us, they would think we were involved or fucking. After we finished, she pulled me closer. It almost looked like we were kissing, so I pushed her away softly and laughed nervously. Seeing the look on Bada's face, let me know I wasn't gonna walk tomorrow. I heard the crowd giving us applauds with Redlic, not trying to let go of my waist, like girl you trying to get me killed in this bitch. After a while, we were called on break. I was scared as shit obviously. I managed to avoid Bada for some time before I was waking down the hall going back to meet uo with the girls after getting a snack, and I saw Lusher. I tried to slowly back away, and she noticed to me. "Bada said she would like to talk to you, unnie, and she said she wouldn't bet on you running because you know. I don't really know what the second part means, but apparently, she said you do so, yea. She is in our crew room, and she seemed pissed so I wouldn't keep her waiting. Plus, you two live together, so don't prolong the war." At times like this, I wish she wasn't so clueless. She was literally leading me to my death.

I sighed and started walking to the direction of the crew room, fuck I can already feel the pain in my legs. As I was trying to give myself a little pep talk I realized I was standing in front of the door. Thinking about it, maybe this was a bad idea. Fuck I'm scared. "Get you ass in here, and don't make me repeat myself, little girl." Yearing her voice like that kinda turned me on until I realized she was gonna murder me. I walked into the room, seeing her sit there on the couch man spreading while staring at me with a glare. "You put on quite the show, didn't you? I would say I loved it, but I mean, did I baby? Was a bit confused on why you randomly decided to throw you ass. Wait, let me rephrase that. Throw my ass back against that girl." She motioned me to walk over na di stood between her legs until she pulled me down. "You hear that, my ass. Because you mine, belong to me. All of you are mine. Seems like you forgot, let me remind you then, what do you say, baby?" I nodded mindless to her commands. "Who's the best baby, say it?" I could barely heat her when she started to grind me against her lap. "Say it pretty." I managed to mutter it out finally. "You're the best, baby. Only you. Always you."

(Request by @pinksults)

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #street woman fighter x reader #bada lee x reader #bada lee #redlic #Spotify

[dduane]

Meanwhile, at the digital art end of things...

Here's another shot of that Magic Room set that I'm about to kitbash/rebuild into a bedchamber.

I'll be stripping all the contents out before I get started. But let me add a couple of human figures first for scale...

...as they're going to be the ones using this bedroom most. —Yes, other members of their marriage will be there often enough. But this is a working family, and the other spouses frequently have other places they need to be.

The initial problem becomes immediately apparent: this space is way too big for a bedroom, even for a king. And with ceilings that high, it'd be hell to heat with just one fireplace. Sure, there'll routinely be at least one magic-worker in the bed at any given time, but why should they have to constantly be spending useful lifeforce on room heating? (Or wasting power on anything besides the things one goes to bed to do.*)

So: time to throw everything out and deal with the scale issues of the main structure.

From the outside, here's what the room structure looks like.

If there's a problem with this, it's that the maker has built it all in one piece. You can't pull annoying chunks off it and get rid of them, or substitute others in their place. But (the flip side of this coin) it is possible to rescale the structure as a whole.

So what I propose to do is squash the room flatter, thereby shifting the shape of those arches somewhat, but also lowering the ceiling. I can also decrease the length of the room somewhat. The combined reductions along the X and Y axes should render the room's proportions a bit more snug and liveable: roomy enough for a Middle Kingdoms family bedchamber, but not a great hollow echoing space that can't be comfortably filled except by sending out to USC or someplace similar for a marching band.

So let's throw all the extraneous furniture out. And (after this shot) the chandeliers. No need for them: this isn't a public space, and the intended resizing would screw up their proportions anyway.

Now we start squeezing the structure into better dimensions. Reducing the room on the X axis (to about 80% of its original length)...

... then on the Y axis, making the ceiling about 30% lower...

... and then widening the Z axis out to 20% or so wider than previously.

So that's a start.

Now about twenty different things have to happen to this space, including fixing the lighting (which got knocked out of kilter by the various resizings, as you can see), hiding unwanted objects like that staircase, changing various materials—such as the floor, which before has always been European-medieval style encaustic tile, so that's what it'll be again—reshaping the head of the bed into something more neo-Gothic (probably in Blender) to reflect the arches, installation of the necessary fireplace, and loading in much old furniture from other renders. (As it happens, this detail's canonical. The other main characters have started teasing Freelorn about Kynall castle's endlessly recycled furniture—especially those beds still equipped with mattresses so old that Héalhra Whitemane himself might have slept on them.)

Anyway, not going to bore anyone still reading this with any further process, except to say that the reworked room features the pale-colored marbles quarried all over that part of Arlen, as well as whitestave wood, used extensively in the Castle and nearby official buildings for its durability and its ancient associations with the Lion and Arlene royalty.

So this is what's in place at the moment, at least down at the bed end. Yet to come: more hangings, more furniture, better bed linens, clothes-presses and bookshelves, clothes thrown over chairs, etc etc...

And at the fireplace end:

More texture and detail work to do down at this end as well; as well as tuning the firelight (always a nuisance). ...A job for another day.

Meanwhile, turned around the bed-facing camera just in front of the fireplace, and found myself regarding a not-too-bad reverse angle.

(eyeroll) These two idiots. :)

*Like sleep. ...Or, yeah, okay, other things. (shrug/grin)

#digital art #Daz Studio #Middle Kingdoms meta #set building #kitbashing #Herewiss #Freelorn

[tenshinokorin]

TnK's Trigun Fic Listing

Ok now that I've got 15 fics out for Trigun (so far) and at least a couple of those are upwards of 20K and some of them are sequels and followups and ongoing, I thought maybe I should do a proper list of things, to make it easier for people who want to read in some kind of order. I'm terrible about talking up my own work but this is also for my own reference so that's fine, right? ^^; All fics are Vashwood-centric (I will get to Nai in a minute I have a backlog) and ratings vary from Gen to Explicit, though all are intended for an adult audience. This list is complete as of September '23, I will update it periodically as needed! 

NB: I'm lucky enough to have gotten fanart for some of these and sometime when my head is not full of mud I'll go in and add links to those where I can. (Or please drop a link in the replies if you are one of the wonderful artists in question!) 

THE BIG THREE STORYLINES: 

Someday Out of the Blue & I Believe in the Kingdom Come

Trigun '98 canon. Reincarnation fic. The first one is a story I started writing over 20 years ago and quit after a chapter because I was just too heartbroken (and did not know it, but was also too young). Picked it up and finished it this April (2023) after Stampede clobbered me and I fell off the "we don't talk about wolfwood" wagon. The second story is a direct sequel to tie up some loose ends from the first one, and also to indulge my need for a proper happy ending. (I think a lot of folks don't realize Someday has a sequel but it does!!) 

Black is the Color and Mysterious Ways

Trimax Canon. Resurrection/Fix-it/Angstmance with a much shorter, sillier, smuttier epilogue. Three years after the end of Trigun Maximum, Vash is having some trouble laying his ghosts to rest. (You may have seen this incredible artwork which has gotten around a bit and boosts the story better than any summary of mine possibly could.) Weird things happened when I was writing this, I don't mind telling you. Mysterious Ways was mostly an excuse to explore some of the more interesting concepts brought up by the first one, but saying anything more would be spoilery. 

Eyes of the Storm

(Mostly) Trimax canon. Cryptid Vash AU, slowburn romance, ongoing. When Nicholas D. Wolfwood gets roped into being the new caretaker for the now-abandoned orphanage where he spent his childhood, he soon finds out that his own hidden memories are not the only thing haunting him. (What the fuck is a Typhoon?) Wolfwood, Vash, Livio, Elendira, et al. This is the one currently in progress at six chapters out of ??. Pretty SFW so far BUT NOT FOR MUCH LONGER CAVEAT LECTOR. 

List continues with standalone and shorter fics below the cut!

Honeymoon

Generic Trimax/98 setting. Plant Heat, Wingfic, Tentacle Fic, What the fuck is Hay Fever. Wolfwood offers to help Vash out with a personal problem and gets a little more than he bargained for. 

Strange Powers

Generic Trimax/98 setting, comedy/smut/potato jokes/fisting with a loaded prosthetic. What if Vash and Wolfwood (accidentally) got really, really hella high? 

Hurricane

Trigun '98 Canon. 

Vash: Make money? As a priest?

WW: Well. *mysteriously* Not only that. 

Vash: (oh my gosh he's a prostitute)

Shortfic. Wolfwood tries to figure out how to offer his services to someone he doesn't really want to be a paying customer. Short and smutty while also demolishing Wolfwood's professional boundaries.

Skin Tight

Generic Trimax/98 setting. The Infamous Red Dress. PWP, Wolfwood needs to be in the Vash Sensory Deprivation Tank, Vash in high heels, the dress gave its life for this fic you should read it and honor its sacrifice. Look. This is just porn, guys. You want the porny fic? This is the porny fic. (just kidding most of them are porny fics but this one is especially so.) 

Secondhand Secrets

Generic Trimax/98 setting. Introspective/Vignette/Wolfwood POV. Vash's artificial arm always moves in his sleep, and Wolfwood wonders what he's looking for.

Personal Jesus

Badlands Rumble canon (post-film), Wolfwood has poor emotional coping strategies, hurt/comfort (Wolfwood provides both), first-time. That red hotel minifridge never stood a chance. 

A Fool From Any Direction

Trigun '98 Vash's weird horny schtick is a front, and self-respect doesn't save lives. Which is too bad because when Wolfwood finds out what Vash is planning next he's gonna kill him. 

Benediction

Trimax but could also be '98; Sometimes being a hero is not all it's cracked up to be. Or maybe Vash is the one cracking up. Hurt/Comfort, Wound Care & Bible Quotes, Noman's Land is a bitch of a planet. Shortfic, feels, non-explicit/no sex. 

A Bit of a Tight Spot

Generic Trimax/98 setting. Costume Porn, PWP, No corsets were harmed in the making of this fic. I feel like this one gets missed a lot which is MADDENING because you guys. WOLFWOOD'S DOUBLE Ds IN A CORSET. And like, in a gender euphoria way, not in a comedy drag kind of way (though comedy drag does make a small appearance). I don't know how the good minister tightlaced in cuban stockings while giving Vash a blowjob in front of a mirror in the attic of a whorehouse can get so often overlooked, maybe my title or summary is lacking, but it's one of the hottest things I've ever written and its engagement is just in the basement? When (emphatic baffled hand motions to Nicholas D. Wolfwood wearing a garter like a thigh-holster). Anyway. 

The Quick and the Bed

Trigun '98 Comedy, Romance, First Time. The single bed trope. Drunk Idiocy. Wolfwood's vows are in serious danger. (Wolfwood does not have vows.) Readers have let me know that they find this one amusing. Roommates of readers have sent me threats of bodily harm due to badly-stifled hysterical laughter at 3am. 

THAT'S ALL FOR NOW MORE STORIES WILL BE ADDED AS THEY OCCUR!

SMALL DISCLAIMER: I'm a full-time working writer and my fanfic is something I give away for free out of love. Please don't copy, alter, plagiarize, feed to AI in any form, fold, spindle, or mutilate. I'm not in the market for concrit, but if you like my stories please feel free to leave me a comment/kudo, download/print/fanbind for personal use, or let other readers know!

#trigun #vashwood #trigun fanfic #tnk fic #trigun '98 #trigun maximum #trigun stampede

[ryxiez]

Lazy Day

Leviathan x gn!Reader

Super Fluffy, comfort, and almost tooth rotting

This is just a short fic I made while feeling touched starved

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You were not feeling your best today. The combination of school work and the chaotic brothers fighting all the time had your energy running low but your stress running high. Homework and tests were thrown at you left and right, almost like nobody could understand that a human couldn't comprehend this amount of work.

However, you knew just what you needed to fix burdening crisis.

*knock knock*

"What's the password." His voice called from behind the wooden door.

"The second lord... blah, blah, blah." You respond with a sigh, not wanting to play these kinds of games at the moment, no matter how many times you found it to be the cutest thing in the past.

"Fine, come on in." He said as you already had the door open, knowing that he wouldn't deny you access anyway. You were his one "true friend" after all.

You shut the door softly behind you as you entered the dark blue room. Your eyes remind half lidded while adjusting to the change in brightness and your over sized comfy clothes absorbed your whole figure. Levi didn't bother to turn around to look at you however, he stayed fixated on his gaming device in hand, playing something about fire and emblems.

"Hey Levi?" You said in a hushed voice, almost ready to fall asleep on the floor as you approached him in his classic gaming chair.

"Hmm?" He said while turning his head slightly your way, but his eyes were still glued to the action packed screen. Pressing buttons non-stop, he seemed unbothered by your presence, but on the inside he was panicking. Did he do something wrong? Did you never want to see him again?

"Can I please just cuddle with you, I need a little attention to help me rest at the moment..." You stated, getting straight to the point of your sudden visit. You didn't have the energy to beat around the bush anyways. Moving towards him, your hands spun around his gaming chair once he paused his game and finally looked at you.

Your hair was a little messy while you had the most comfortable looking outfit on. You could say he was jealous of your coziness, but he was too consumed in how cute you looked right now to even care. His heart melted and skipped multiple beats as his face became red in color.

"W- why would you come to a g- gross otaku like me? I bet I'm the least comforting person out there." He asks while he lowers his gaze, no longer looking you in the eyes.

"Levi, please don't say those things. You are the only person who can make me feel better right now... so please?" You said as you fiddled with your sleeves before reaching your arms out, inviting or asking the purpled haired demon for a hug

"O- ok." He stuttered as he finally set the gaming device aside and opened his arms up for you as well. Smiling, you crawled into his lap. Your arms snaking around his waist, bringing him into a tight hug.

You may have squeezed him a bit to hard at first and broke him for a minute, but soon he wrapped his arms around you in return. Resting his chin onto the top of your head, simultaneously rubbing small circles into your back. Taking a deep breath, he finally started to relax along with you.

His face still burned red from the close contact, but the biggest smile also rested on his face. It wasn't like he was going to admit it anytime soon, but Levi enjoyed your touch very much.

He loved the way he could listen to your heart beat if he tried hard enough. He loved the way his breathing would automatically start to match yours after a while of being in each others embrace. He loved how you came to him, out of all of his other brothers, for comfort and relaxation.

But most importantly he loved you and nothing could change that.

His hand continued to trace little shapes into the small of your back as you were already off in dream land. His touch finally putting you to sleep after the long day you had.

However, he soon felt him self do the same. Sinking into the cushion of his chair, he nuzzled his check onto the top of your head, his hold on you getting tighter as he breathed in your blissful sent.

Before he knew it, he was off dreaming with you by his side. You were the royalty and he was your knight in shining armor.

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#obey me #levi x you #leviathan x mc #x reader #obey me fluff #tooth rotting fluff #fanfic #/reader #levi x y/n #x y/n #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #i’m so lonely #comfort #x reader comfort #obey me comfort #levi comfort #gn!reader #gn reader #fluffy #anime #otome romance

[fabled-fiction]

Cute but Deadly

(Hobie Brown x Venom!Emo!Reader)

Summary: When Miles, Gwen, Pavitr and Hobie get stranded on a random Earth, they gain help from an unexpected source...who just so happens to be Hobie’s partner.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Use of (Y/N)

A/N: This is like, half an exposition on you as venom and half the group getting a GLIMPSE into you and Hobie’s relationship. TBH Ill probably write another venom!reader ;)

It was like a slingshot.

One moment they’re gracefully gliding through the interdimensional tube, a cascade of colors filling their senses.

And the next they’re spit out into whatever tear had happened, ripped from the smooth joyride into an awfully painful exit.

A ringing filled all their ears as they slid down the wet concrete wall they had crashed into, all of them leaving a sizable dent and growing cracks in the foundation that would surely become a much bigger problem in the morning.

Slowly standing up, Miles stretched and reached to rub the back of his neck. His next priority was to hold his hand out for Gwen to take as he helped her up. A loud groaning noise came from Pavitr as he stood and stretched his back, a few cracks popping as is arched.

“Oh god, what happened?”

Collecting their senses, they were finally able to assess their situation.

The first real big problem that caught their attention was that they were NOT on the Earth they had set onto their watches,

The second (and more pressing) being that all their watches were glitching out.

“Uhh…I think we hit one of those tears that Lyla was talking about.” Gwen groaned as she smacked her watch.

Oh yea, they had definitely hit a tear. An unfortunate circumstance that had happened due to one of the villains they were bringing back having been a little too rowdy, causing the tubes they used to travel to be all torn up and out of shape. Luckily Lyla had fixed most of them, but there were a few she had yet to patch up (code and physical wise). They must have taken one of those broken routes from Hobie’s Earth to get to HQ.

Miles had listened to all about ten seconds of that speech…and had unfortunately missed out on the protocol they all had to follow in order to get back safely.

By the looks on everyone else’s faces, they hadn’t bothered to pay attention either.

So here they were, abandoned in a random dimension’s alley way, with no where to go.

“Well, we must be on SOME Spider’s Earth, let’s just figure out whos! Theres a fifty fifty chance they have a watch that can easily zip us back to HQ!”

Fortunately they had Pav’s optimism on their side at least.

Walking next to Gwen on the sidewalk, looking for any type of newspaper or phone booth to narrow down their search Miles took in the state of this Earth.

Even though it was night time, it was much darker than any other Earth they had been on so far. The rain almost looked black, and the puddles on the ground had a eerie viscosity to them. They stuck to his shoe with every lift, and he could feel them run down his spine and into his suit.

Watching Gwen pull up her hood made his suspicions confirmed that this was one of the more creepy Earth’s they had been on. The color palette alone made him almost think it was Noir’s…but offset colors that rimmed the street lights told him otherwise.

He thought the scream that came from the alley way was his for a moment.

His senses were shooting off a lighting speed.

Both him and Gwen shot their heads to look down, and the sight they saw almost made him want to give up the search.

What looked to be a civilian was grabbed by back tendrils that had shot out from the wall, dragging them around the corner. Their fingers gripped the corner of the brick wall with all their might, and had they not been caught off guard they might have been able to get a better grip.

Damn Gwen for being so brave, leaping into action.

Tripping over his own feet, Miles barely had time to catch up with her as she swung around the corner. Flinging his own web forward, he ran across the wall and quickly skidded around the corner.

It felt like all light in the alleyway was getting sucked in by this…being. It stood above the man, being practically almost twice his height. It’s jaw was unhinged, showing off its multiple rows of teeth but that's not what made all their hairs stand on the back of Mile’s neck.

A bright pink tongue was reaching down and unwrapping around from around his throat, taking a long lick from across his face.

“It’s always the most cowardly that have the most delectable fear.”

That voice, with a bass so low Mile’s swore it made the loose gravel on the ground vibrate, sent a pang into his stomach.

“Oh crap…not a Venom.” Gwen whispered, running a hand down her face.

“A venom?! What..what's a Venom? How do you know that's a Venom?”

“It's a villain of Spiderman…theres a possibility that the Spider we’re looking for is currently possessed…or that it’s taken it’s other host on this Earth. Either way, we have to take it down.”

“WE? Whos We? Why dont WE just wait for Hobie and Pav…we fix our watched AWAY from that and…and then come back! Preferably with someone bigger…like Miguel..or Peni!”

The deadpanned look on Gwen’s face…he could feel it from behind her mask as she watched him fumble over his words. Pulling his own mask down, he watched as Gwen shot a web at the Venom’s side. It barely wrapped their bicep as she pulled, trying to grab their attention away from the civilian. It works, making them BARELY side step. They were caught of guard though, dropping the civilian as they looked in their direction. The squint of its white pupil’s that were shaped similar to the ones on their mask made Mile audibly gulp as he went invisible.

Flipping around them, he helped the civilian up and pushed them out quickly before returning to the scene of the fight.

Gwen was mostly playing a game of cat and mouse, shooting her webs and bringing the Venom closer to her but flipping away before they could grab her.

The Venom looked confused, physically tilting their head as Gwen quickly flipped back.

It happened in slow mo, but also too quick for Miles to react in time.

Venom had reached out and grabbed Gwen by her ankle. Flipping her around, they held her against the wall. Miles watched as small black vine-like tendrils leaked off their hand to hold Gwen in place on the wall.

“Hmm, you smell and look like a Spider but you don’t smell like mine…who are you?”

Feeling a hand keep Miles from springing into action, he watched as Hobie held a finger to his lips as he walked forward…with his hands in his pocket. How was he so chill about this?!

Looking over at Pav, he was baffled that all he had on was a giddy smile.

Hobie slowly walked up to the Venom, not even making himself known. All he did was lean against the nearby wall and cross his legs before calling out.

“Babes, would you put my friend down?”

The Venom takes half a beat to itself before turning their head to look over their shoulder.

A large, spine chilling smile spread across the inky face before their hand dropped Gwen. As they began to take large strides towards Hobie, their frame started to shrink into itself. Like if spilled ink could put itself back into it’s bottle, Miles watches as the once towering creature transformed into…a completely normal looking person.

Well, a completely “normal” person in all black clothing and painted black eyes with eyeliner extending onto their cheekbones. The eyeshadow surrounding their eyes glittering and making said eyes light up like their smile as they dropped into Hobie’s arms.

So much was happening right now it was making Mile’s head spin.

They wrapped their arms around Hobie’s neck, leaning back as they stared into his eyes. He placed his hands on their hips, rubbing circles into them as they leaned forward to take Hobie’s breath from him. It was like they were in their own little world as Hobie leaned forward into the touch of the walking void. Their hands found a way to hold his face, thumbs running over his cheeks before pulling away. Like they had remembered they were regrettably not in their own world together as they wiped their makeup off his lips. His face chased theirs for a moment, before they turned their head to look over at Miles and Pav.

Eyes that had looked at Hobie with such warmth were cold as they looked at them, chilling the ground they stood on and making it feel as if their limbs were freezing in place.

“They’re friends babe…go on introduce yourself.”

Not leaving his side, Miles watched as they held a hand up.

“I’m (Y/N)...”

Your voice wasn’t as deep or menacing as it was before which calmed Miles, but the lingering gravel still put him on edge. Gwen and Miles both awkwardly waved while Pavitr shot forward and grabbed their hand, shaking it rather quickly.

“Im Pavitr! I've heard all about you from Hobie, it's a pleasure to finally meet you!”

That made another, more condescending smile break out on their black painted lips as they veered a look over to Hobie (all whilst Pav was still shaking their hand).

“Oh really? And what has he said?”

Pushing Pav away from you, he turned you to face him. His hands resting on your shoulders, one hand coming to prop your chin up to look at him. Just like that he had gained your full attention. The softened look that graced your face made Miles almost forget that you had a man halfway in between your teeth when he had turned the alley.

“Let's get back to the problem at hand yea? We need to stay at your place tonight…fix up our watches.”

Hobie held up his wrist that held the watch, and watched as you took his wrist and stared at it. Your touch ginger with him…

“I suppose I can help you with that. C’mon, my place is this way.”

Lifting his arm off their shoulder, Miles watched as you launched yourself up into the air and landed on the rooftop. All four of them craned their necks upward, but Pavitr was the first to follow after.

“Dude, you’re dating a Venom?!” Gwen yelled out as she followed behind him in a swing.

“What of it?”

“Uhhh they’re a Venom? Thats whats of it?? When were you gonna tell us?”

“I like to let things happen naturally.”

That earned a scoff from Gwen as she swung in front of him and crossed her arms.

“No you don’t.”

Hobie smirked, “You’re right, I don’t.”

(Y/N) was right in their place being close by. As they landed on the side of a building, Miles watched as their hand turned an inky black and grew as they forced their lock open.

He wasn’t entirely sure what he expected your apartment to look like. From the way Gwen talked about Venom’s he expected an ooey gooey evil lair with skeletons strunge up in cacoons.

It was a perfectly normally, lived in looking apartment with some posters hung up on the walls and fairy lights helping to fill the apartment with light alongside some retro looking skull lamps. The overhead fixture looked like it hadnt been turned on in months based on the amount of dust that had collected on it.

Wait…was that Hobie’s missing vest hanging off the side of the couch?

“I have a spare room you guys can sleep in, and the couch pulls out.”

You quickly walked over and picked up the entire pile of clothes, walking over to what he could only assume was your bedroom door and kick it open. Quickly throwing them in, you slammed the door shut and turned to everyone.

“Watches please.”

Holding out a small basket, each one of them dropped their watch into the basket. You quickly look over each one, and nodded before pulling our laptop out of the couch cushion and flipping it up.

“Whos hungry?” Hobie clapped his hands together before turning and welcoming himself into your kitchen. With a roll of your eyes, you began typing on your laptop.

Miles slowly made his way over to the now laundryless spot next to you and watched as miles of code scanned over your screen. You had only pressed a few buttons, but now you were just watching as it ran. He also noticed how Hobie’s once broken watch as now rebooting itself.

“Is that…Society code?”

You moved quietly like a cat, he hadn’t even noticed that you had turned your head. The chipped black nail that had found itself wedged between your teeth reached to turn the screen towards him.

“Does it look like Society code?”

“...Yea.”

“Then it looks like Spider Society code.”

Miles nodded, patting both his hands on his knees before looking at you again. Your stone cold stare having not left him.

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Shoot.”

“Do you like…actually eat people?”

That made you blink at him, before looking away with a smirk which did not comfort Miles any more about the fact that he was staying here the night.

Standing up, you walked into the kitchen to see Hobie, Pavitr and Gwen standing around the counter eating what was left of whatever chinese leftovers were in your fridge.

Wedging yourself to lean against the counter that just so happened to be between Hobie’s legs you looked at the three of them.

“Your watches code should all be fixed in the morning.”

Reaching behind you, your hand grabbed the carton that Hobie was holding and you started to shovel it into your mouth as his hands found your hips again. His hand occasionally reached to take the chopsticks from you to steal a bite.

After finishing the carton, you placed it on your counter and stretched your arms up. Since they had interrupted your…lets call it patrol you’d actually be able to get a good nights rest.

Well mostly because Hobie had interrupted.

Pushing yourself off the counter, you walked back into the living room to see Miles plugging the second watch in gingerly. It made you smile a little, and let a huff of air out of your nostrils. He was nice and fun to mess with, you’d have to ask Hobie to bring him over some time again.

Opening your coat slash storage slash shoe closet, you pulled out multiple blankets and tossed them at him. Hearing him yelp out and tumble over the side of the couch, you watched as Gwen ran over to help him out.

“See you in the morning losers.”

Opening you bedroom door, you hand absentmindedly reached back to grab Hobie by the collar of his shirt and pull him into your room.

Stumbling in behind you, you watched as Hobie quickly recovered and turned around to look at you as you slammed the door shut and leaned against it.

“I think your friends are scared of me.”

Feeling his warm hand grasp your chin you smiled up at him as his thumb ran across your bottom lip, smudging your makeup in the process.

His face got incredibly close to yours, so close in fact you could hear how fast his heart was beating as he caged you in. Lips hovering over yours, you felt a ghost of a kiss as he placed a hand next to your head.

“Good.”

—

Miles swears he had never slept as good as he did last night ever in his life. Despite the fact that he crashed on a suspected man-eater’s couch.

All four watches on the table were blinking green, signaling that they were good to go.

“Sleep aight?”

Looking over, he saw Hobie leaning against the wall with a cuppa in his hand sipping it slowly. He had a smug smirk on his face as he looked at Miles, taking an obnoxious sip from his cup, like he was waiting for him to realize something. With a squint, and a rub of his eyes Miles felt his eyes pop open just a little wider than before.

“Is that (Y/N)’s shirt?”

[genshindreamer]

Comforting their crying Child

Summery: How your father comforts you when you're crying. I like to think the reader is 1.5 or 2, just enough to be able to express your emotions.

Warnings: Dottore being soft and his own warning yet again. Implied bullying in Kaeya's, reader has horns for Itto's, mentions of ears for Gorou's, Amputee!Gorou

Key: (y/n) your name, (m/n) Mothers name, (e/c) eye color

Translations: Baba=Father, рыбка моя =My little Fish (thanks anon!)

Kaeya

You ran to your father after he picked you up from preschool. He arched a brow but picked you up and held you on his hip. "(Y/n), whats wrong?" He asked in his usual concerned tone.

You sniffled and buried your face in his shoulder.

Kaeya assumed maybe you just had some separation anxiety today, as you had been one of the last kids to stop throwing a fit when they dropped you off at school.

"I can't fix the problem if you don't tell me what's wrong." He said to you, but stayed rubbing your back.

He gave you all the time you needed to finally compose your thoughts, as you were still figuring out this whole talking thing.

"Kids mean..." You pouted and nuzzled into his neck again.

He frowned. Already? He knew kids could be cruel, but damn, mean to kids still more or less in diapers or just barely getting out of them?

He kissed your cheek. "Would you like ice cream?"

You nodded and looked at him. "Shoulders." You said.

Kaeya chuckled and put you on his shoulders and held onto your legs as he got you ice cream.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Diluc

Diluc was in his office when you let yourself in. He looked up hearing his doors open and followed the sound of your footsteps until you came right to him, face wet with tears.

You weren't yet talking, at least, not talking in a way that made sense to anyone but him and (m/n), and of course Adelaide.

He picked you up and stood, carrying you in his arms as he let you bury your face in his shirt.

He lead you to the kitchen and got out some fresh grape juice and himself one too as he set you on the sofa and sat beside you.

He helped you drink your juice and watched as whatever made you sad seem to leave your mind. He didn't mind these quiet moments.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Zhongli

There were times he was greatful for his amazing hearing, and this was one such time.

Being that you were just over a year old, he had you playing with some blocks he created from his geo abilities when he noticed you were having a hard time getting them in whatever formation you were trying for.

He turned and watched you for a second before walking over as you had begun the early stages of what seemed to be a tantrum.

He walked over to you and knelt beside you. "(y/n), whats the matter, little one?" He asked in a soft voice.

You kept making annoyed noises and kicking your legs and continuing your tantrum.

Taking a breath, Zhongli grabbed you and firmly squished you up like a little ball and held your body still. "(y/n), Baba can't help you when you scream." He said. He found the best way to deal with your tantrums was just to see what caused it in the first place.

You continued your tantrum for a few more minutes before pointing to the blocks. "No stay."

He nodded a bit and kissed your cheek. "Can you show me?"

You stacked the blocks, but given your short stature, the last block wasn't quite stable on top and brought your entire tower crashing down.

Zhongli gave a small smile and helped you rebuild your tower before picking you up slightly so you could get the block where you wanted.

"See? Isn't that better?"

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Xiao

Poor Yaksha was confused when you clung onto hid leg and refused to let him leave that night before bedtime. Normally, it wasn't much of an issue?

He looked up and saw (m/n) looking at him with that same sad look.

It took a moment for him to rub his two braincells together, but it occurred to him that he hadn't exactly been around lately.

Maybe tonight, the demons could wait.

He let out a fake sigh and picked you up and took you to your bed and sat in your bed. It was the only way to get you to sleep, cuddling you. But he found, he normally didn't mind this ritual.

He sat with you and tucked you in to bed and stroked his thumb on your shoulder as he watched you drift off. He wiped the remaining tears from your face.

At some point, he must have accidentally fallen asleep becusee he woke up to the sound of Kamera and his beautiful (m/n) taking a photo from the doorframe.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Kazuha

Kazuha jumped as you began to cry. You had been playing outside with some neighborhood kids.

He stepped outside and saw what the issue was. The other kids had left you alone to play by themselves.

Rude.

He walked over and sat next to you, pulling you in his lap and rocking with you. "Do you want to play with papa instead?"

You nodded and and he smiled, wiping your tears before using a bit of his anemo to blow through your hair, making you giggle.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Venti

It had been a hot minute since Venti had been around, he admitted. But he promised your mother he'd spend at least one week a month around, and it was the start of that week.

Of course, when he came to pick you up from your daycare, he couldn't help but frown seeing you cry. He couldn't stand the sound of kids crying.

He opened his arms and grinned as you ran to him and buried your face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and picked you up.

He then looked at you. "What's wrong, Kiddo?" He asked, looking down at you.

"Miss Daddy..." You said softly and snuggled up to him.

He hummed a bit. "Well, I'm here now! How about I teach you a new song?"

You nodded and he grinned, taking you into thr hands of his statue as he got out his lyre and began to play a happy tune.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Albedo

It wasn't very often Albedo had to travel for work, given that he was just the chief alchemist, but he had been called into Sumeru, and he'd be gone for about 2 and a half weeks.

He was packing up when he heard little footsteps and he turned to see you, crying in the doorway. He supposed he couldn't blame you. He simply knelt down and opened his arms and you ran into them.

He held you close and rubbed your little back. "I'll be fine, I'll be back before you even miss me." He said, chuckling a bit as you buried your face in his shoulder. He smiled softly and held you close.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Itto

Itto was sitting in his chair at the house, reading a book. A very unusual activity for him, but he did make a goal to read at least one book a year, mostly so you didn't think he was a complete moron when you got older. Plus, he didn't want to let (m/n) and her lessons go to waste.

He did get distracted however by the sound of crying. He got up, not bothering to bookmark his page before making his way to your room. He cracked open the door and sighed sadly seeing you wake up yet again from your horns.

Since you weren't a full blooded Oni, you hadn't been born with horns or crimson skin like Itto had been, and a part of him hoped you would skip the Oni gene, but around the time you started to grow teeth, you began to grow horns.

Itto smiled a bit at you and picked you in, holding you in one arm and bouncing you gently. "Hey little monster, it's okay." He said to you.

You looked at him through teary (e/c) eyes and snuggled into his soft chest.

He hummed softly. "Those horns will grow in, and one day, they'll be just as large and sharp as mine!"

You giggled as your dad began to make silly faces at you as well and you enjoyed your gentle giant of a father.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Ayato

Ayato enjoyed the relative peace at night. It's not that he didn't enjoy the excitement a child brought into his life, but he was a solitary, quiet man, and he enjoyed his alone time. Usually, when you were asleep, that is when he'd get the majority of his work done.

He did perk up however, his quill coming to a still as he heard you cry. He got up and walked in to your room.

Given you were now getting a little bigger, they had started to transition you into a proper bed and not a crib (who knows, maybe they'd need the crib again? ;) ), and when Ayato surveyed the scene, he already knew what had happened.

You managed to roll out of bed. You were a squirmy child, rolling all around in your bed. You were a horrid sleeper, having just barely started to sleep through the night.

He walked to you and carefully picked up, setting you in his lap as he held you close against him.

He hummed a quiet lullaby he vaguely remembered his own mother would sing to him, in the very brief memories he had of her.

He watched you slowly calm down and he stood up, holding you on his hip as he looked at you, and then to the bed.

"Would you like me to scold the bed or the floor first?"

You just giggled in response and Ayato gave a smile.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Childe

Childe just returned from his annual meeting with thr harbringers, and, honestly, he'd prefer to be stabbed then go to one of those meetings, and he was sure the others agreed. Probably the only thing they all agreed on.

He honestly envied their leader, and was pissed at him, because he never really showed up to the meetings all that often. Maybe one day he'd be the number 1!

He shrugged off his heavy fur cape and other winter gear before he heard a noise he didn't like hearing.

A child crying. Specifically his.

He blinked away Tartaglia and Childe, and allowed himself to be Ajax, or his much preferred title, Daddy (make of that statement what you will, both probably applied).

He walked to your playpen where you were playing with a toy he had had made for you. He had claimed to you he was having a meeting with Santa (and it wasn't a complete lie, given one of the harbringers did fund "Santa Claus").

You showed him the toy, with an arm that had fallen off. Luckily, sewing was a skill he had. It was needed to repair his clothes after battle, after all.

"(Y/n), рыбка моя, whats wrong?" He asked, kneeling down.

He smiled. "Nothing that can't be fixed, let me go preform surgery!"

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Thoma

Thoma smiled as he watched you play outside with Ayato's child while Thoma did housework. Yes, he was still the housekeeper.

He did keep an eye on you two, but was mostly letting you two have fun and discover on your own.

It wasn't until later when he heard crying did he turn his attention back to you and your friend, who seemed to crying with you.

He walked over to you two and looked to see what had you two, more specifically you, however, so upset. He glanced and saw you had a nice scrape on your knee.

"Aww, (y/n), did you fall?" He cooed in a baby voice. He couldn't help it, leave him alone!

He pulled you close and got out a bandaid (something he always had on him once everyone started having kids, never know when you'd need one!). He put the bandaid over your scrape and kissed the bandaid. "There, all better."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Gorou

Gorou was sat on the couch, his prosthetics off as he uses his remaining hand to rub the creams he needed on his stumps.

Right as he finished with his lotion he saw you approach him, crying. Your ears were bent back. "(Y/n), what's wrong?" He asked, looking at you.

You sadly pat the end of his stumpy leg and Gorou gave a small smile and picked you up with his arm.

He kissed your cheek and held you close. "Don't worry, pup, it doesn't hurt anymore." He said softly as you snuggled up to him and he nuzzled you and gave your an affectionate kiss to your forehead.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Scaramouche

Given when Scaramocuhe returned, he came just in time for your "terrible two's". Unfortunately for him, your mother was out, leaving him in charge of you for the first time ever, at least, completely by himself.

He hummed as he was patching up parts of his fatui uniform. You were playing with some dolls in front of him and he half paid attention to whatever you babbled as you played.

He then jumped when you began to whimper.

"Why are you crying?" He snapped. He hadn't meant to, but he wasn't really used to well, children.

You began to cry more and back away.

Scaramouche sighed and calmed down. He got up and walked over. "Okay, I'm sorry." He said softly and sat beside you, awkwardly opening his arms.

You scooted over to them and into his lap and Scaramouche just held you. He smiled softly. It seemed like...you Just wanted attention from him, and who was he to say no?

Dotorre

Dottore was cleaning up his lab equipment having finished his latest batch of...experiments. Thankfully, he removed any evidence of what happened in these labs when he saw the door open. He thought he told his clones that no one was allowed in the lab at this time, but then, he saw you.

You seemed upset, but not quite crying, and Dottore tilted his head and sighed through his nose. He reached up and took off his mask.

You were just a little over a year old, and already, you could tell the difference between him and his clones. He was....almost flattered you came to him, but he'd sooner die than admit maybe he enjoyed your presence in his life.

He sat on the floor and held his arms open and you toddler into them and collapsed into his his arms.

Did you have a nightmare? Just wake up sad? Were you lonely?

He then decided it didn't matter as he wrapped his arms firmly around you and held you close, rocking gently. "It's okay....it's okay..." He said softly, rubbing your back. He closed his eyes and tucked your head under his chin.

He looked up as (m/n) came in and he opened his eyes to look at her. She smiled at him and Dottore gave...a soft look to her and opened his arm that wasn't holding you to his chest.

She smiled and slid into his arms as well and held you close along side of him.

And Dottore....he didn't mind this.

#genshin impact #child! reader #childe #kaeya #thoma #diluc #xiao #Dottore #arataki itto #kamisato ayato #Zhongli #Venti #Scaramouche #genshin x reader #genshin dads #childe x reader #diluc x reader #Kaeya x reader #Itto x reader #xiao x reader #Dottore x reader

[sleepytoycollection]

Funko FNAF 13.5in Freddy Figure Review

Saw this bad boy at target's and made an impulse decision. 😎 The retail price is $32.99, but thanks to a target circle coupon I got him for $25, which ain't half bad.

So for the hell of it, here's my review of the 13.5in Freddy Fazbear doll.

Currently there are only two characters available, Freddy and Bonnie. I hope they make make a Chica and Foxy in this size as well, as it'd be cool to have the main four as a set.

Box art is pretty simple, and kinda bland, mostly recycling game images.

The inside box art is just the office from Fnaf 2, which is not the game this version of Freddy appears in. The Freddy on the front of the box is the wrong version too; I'm not sure why Funko always wants to use Fnaf 2 images on the merch. This isn't the only time they've done this.

Here's the big guy out of the box. He's pretty solid, and has a good weight to him.

His mike is his only accessory, and the hat isn't removable. It had a tough time getting him to hold the mike, as he doesn't have enough space in his paw for it. The mike itself is hollow, and I had to squish it in. You can tell it's squished too, and it bothers me.

He's technically got 14 pts of articulation, a ball joint at his neck, joints at shoulders, elbows, wrists, hips, knees, ankles, and even his jaw moves! But good luck getting him posed because those joints were SUPER stiff. It felt like, well, wrestling a bear heh.

I wasn't sure they were supposed to move at first, but I looked at another review and yes, they are.

Also, many of them don't go super far anyway. I don't mind too much as I don't expect an anamatronic to have a full range of movements, and it's enough to give him some personality when taking photos.

But they are wayyyyy too stiff. If they were a struggle for me, I imagine a kid would really be having a hard time getting him to move.

Here's a Midge for scale.

Freddy's the perfect size to fit in with the dollies, which is the main reason I wanted him. It's just so fun to combine my interests.

Speaking of combinations, here's big Fred with lil' Fred.

As you can see, it's pretty much the same sculpt, just enlarged. Looking at them together, I wish they had altered the fur texture a little for big Fred. It looks kinda off at this scale, like he has the texture of an orange instead of fleece.

Also, little Freddy has much more accurate coloring and better detailed paint. Might give big Fred a good black wash and dry brushing to match.

...But at least big Fred doesn't fall apart.

My lil' Fred is from the first wave of figures, and he is constantly falling to pieces whenever I handle him. I don't know if Funko ever fixed this issue with later figures, but I don't often handle them because of this.

So what's the verdict?

I like him a lot actually. There are a few annoyances, but this is exactly the kind of figure I really wanted at the height of my 2015-17 Fnaf phase. Plus he's super sturdy, mostly game accurate, and I bet a lot of kids will want him and Bonnie for Christmas.

Hopefully we'll get Chica and Foxy in this size too, maybe even Springtrap.

#fnaf #funko fnaf #fnaf figures #toy review

[silentglassbreak]

The plot with Jolly at the fest sound like very interesting story. I'd love to read it

I didn't get too much detail on this one, so I'm just going to run with it? First time writing for Jolly, so let's give it a shot.

**After writing notes: WOW this one went in an entirely different direction than I expected...

It just happened. I hope someone enjoys it. LOL.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Soft smut, mentions of death

Sweater Weather

Why does no one ever have the balls to tell Noah he’s being a diva?

Listen, the man is my brother. We’re family. För alltid mitt blod. I would take a bullet for him, and I have no doubt he would do the same for me.

But, sometimes, he’s so fucking irritating.

How hard it must be to have such talent and be so attractive, everyone loves you, and you work hard to maintain an image. However, taking out the stress and pressures on the only guys who also know how being in this band feels?

Noah was arguing with one of the stage techs, telling him that the image they had prepared to be behind us doing our set was wrong. He’s right, they had prepared the image of the mannequins, when it was supposed to be the album cover, but that wasn’t this poor little man’s fault.

“God, it’s not a hard fucking thing to do!”

“I’m sorry, dude. I’m putting in the request to have it switched.” The man wasn’t exactly cowering, but he was intimidated for sure.

I stepped up behind Noah, letting a gentle hand fall on his shoulder. I could feel his muscles relax slightly under my fingers.

“C’mon man. It’ll be fine. We have an hour until our set. They’ll get it fixed.”

I felt him take a deep breath, and saw how he closed his eyes to center himself. This was something I taught him.

The tech scurried away, leaving us alone in our tent.

It was so fucking hot, which was interesting, given we were in Michigan. Upheaval festival was one of my favorites. It was a smaller event, which meant a more regular experience with the fans. Usually, it also meant better food and beer vendors.

“Hey, guess what I found?” Nick came bounding into the tent, a large mug in his hand.

“Beer, I assume?” Noah pointed his attitude at Nick, who rolled his eyes in return.

“They have a beer garden! Jolly, they’ve got a Swedish ale you might dig!”

I snorted. “Guarantee it isn’t actually Swedish.” Grabbing my hat from the couch, I placed it over my long hair that was pulled back in a low ponytail, and headed for the exit.

“I will go check it out though. Folio out there?”

Nick nodded. “He was spotted, so he’s chatting with some fans.”

I smirked. “Let’s hope he can get out before the set.”

Noah turned and looked at me. “Don’t be late getting back, please! We go on in under an hour.”

Shooting him a thumbs up, I headed for the mayhem of the festival.

As suspected, there was nothing Swedish about the beer, but it did have good flavor. I stood to the right of the beer garden, sipping my mug, and people watched.

It was always so fascinating to see the mix of people who came to these shows. European festivals were one thing but American festivals? You saw everything from multi-colored hair to breasts only barely covered by mesh tops or pasties. It was a sight to behold.

After a moment of zoning out, I looked down at my watch to see I still had twenty minutes before we had to head to the stage. Noah was likely bursting because I wasn’t back yet, and I smiled to myself at the thought. He could sweat for a few minutes, would do him good.

Deciding I should at least start making my way back there, my eyes scanned for the direction I needed to go, somehow getting turned around. Eyes searching over heads and bodies, I didn’t even see the person coming toward me, knocking my shoulder directly into them as I began walking forward.

My beer sloshed over the edge of the cup, pouring foam down the girl’s arm.

“Fuck! I am so sorry!” I turned, and my eyes locked onto the face in front of me.

Wisps of natural, dirty blonde hair floated in the slight breeze, framing a tan, small face. The rest of her hair was pulled up on top of her head in a bun, tightly secured. Her eyes were lightly lined with black, mascara clinging to her lashes. Pink, full lips covered by only a thin gloss were hanging open, startled by the cold liquid on her shoulder.

“Shit! I didn’t even see you, I’m so sorry!” She apologized, wiping her arm with the sweater tied around her waist. Her white tank top was now an amber color on one side.

I couldn’t speak. She was gorgeous.

“Jesus, I’m such a fucking klutz.” She groaned, hastily grabbing napkins off of the cart behind us and wiping at her arm, and then at my hand.

When her ice blue eyes looked up at me, I felt the air rush back into my lungs.

“No, no that was my fault. I’m very sorry.”

When the realization crossed her face, I saw it like a firework exploding behind her vision.

“You’re Jolly fucking Karlsson!”

This made me chuckle. “Something like that, yeah.”

I reached a hand out, which she took graciously, smiling at me with a wide, toothy grin.

“It’s such an honor. I’m a huge fan. I was actually rushing so I could get back to see your set!”

Her words snapped me back.

Fuck.

“Oh, good! I’ve got to get over there! But, uh,” My brain was working overtime. “maybe I can find you after? You can buy me another beer?”

I let any suave I had take over, which seemed to work decently, given she blinked multiple times.

“Sure, of course!”

“Jolly!” My head snapped over to see Matt barreling toward me. “Dude we go on in ten minutes!”

Looking back, I watched as her face fell slightly, my arm now being physically pulled in the opposite direction. Being led away, I hollered.

“I’ll meet you back here!”

I was only given a nod, and a wave in response.

-

The set was electric, Noah's earlier nerves rolling off of him comfortably as he put on a show. Nick was absolutely flawless on his bass, flipping his hair over and over. Folio, as usual, lost himself in the drum beats, freestyling here and there.

I, however, was way off my game. Something about my encounter with the mesmerizing blonde earlier kept me thoroughly distracted. Over and over, my eyes swam through the sea of people in the crowd, trying my hardest to find a blonde messy bun and steel blue eyes, but it was in vain. I couldn't see anything.

I thought about her again and again, unable to shake the feeling of wonder from my bones. For whatever reason, I needed to see this girl again. Her aura, her energy, it radiated beauty, rarity, like a gemstone.

Pärla. A magnificent treasure.

The thoughts racing in my brain made me lose my focus more than once. During Nowhere to Go, I missed several notes, my guitar making an awful screeching sound. I forgot to sing backup vocals during Limits entirely, earning me a glare from Noah, and a look of concern from Nick.

I had ignored it, and continued on, my eyes still searching. It was hopeless. I would find her after. I had to.

Once Dethrone concluded, and I ran off stage, setting my guitar down, I felt a hand pull my arm, flinging my backward.

"Dude, are you okay?" Nick looked straight at me. "You drunk?"

I furrowed my brow. "Of course not."

"Well, you don't really fuck up on stage, Jolly, so what the fuck?" Noah was standing directly behind Nick, eyes shooting me down with fury.

I shrugged. "I'm sorry. I was looking for someone."

This made them both leer backward a moment. "Who?" Noah asked.

"This girl. I met her at the beer garden."

They reacted equally differently. Nick let up a sly smirk, his eyebrows raising. Noah, however, narrowed his eyes.

"You almost blew the set for some broad?"

Rolling my eyes, I turned toward them. "I didn't blow the fucking set, Noah. Quit being so dramatic."

I could see the fire burning behind his irises, which I would definitely pay for later in the form of his attitude.

"Are you fucking kidding, dude?" Noah began scolding me, but Nick held up a hand.

"Chill. Jolly never fucks up, ever." He turned to Noah, giving him stern eyes. "And the set was fine."

Huffing, Noah stomped away, throwing a tantrum like a child.

I smiled at Nick, grateful. "You know how he gets at festivals."

Nodding, I began to walk away. "Got to go."

Waving him off, I weaved through all of the people behind the stage area, making my way back out to our tent, where Davis and Matt were already packing up equipment. I grabbed a clean shirt out of my backpack, and slipped it over my head. I pulled half of my hair up in a tight bun on top of my head, and slipped on my sunglasses.

Headed back out, I noticed the sun was nearly set, and the beer garden area was almost vacant, most people over by the stages. Sleep Token had just started, so the vendors were long abandoned by almost everyone.

I found the napkin cart, and stood, arms crossed, scanning around. After about ten minutes, I had to remove my sunglasses to be able to see clearly as night was falling. A chill ran up my spine as the temperature began to drop. No sign of her, but I didn't mind waiting.

Thirty minutes.

Forty-five.

One hour.

I stood, eyes glancing around, head bobbing to Sleep Token's heavy bass and Vessel's incredible vocals. However, my mind was elsewhere. Maybe she didn't want to miss their set? Maybe she forgot where to meet? I didn't know how to find her.

I didn't even know her name.

It was a mystery, and I couldn't get it out of my head. I was going to have to give up soon. The festival would be ending, and I would have to get back with the guys, head back to the hotel. The thought made my stomach sink. Why was I so entranced with the idea of this girl? All she did was spill beer on me. Why did I insist on finding her?

"Jolly?"

I spun, much faster than I should've, on my heel, and was met with cold, freezing blue eyes, staring up at me. Her gloss was worn off, and her eyeliner was smudging ever so slightly under her eyes. Her bun was long gone, blonde hair now free-flowing down across her shoulders.

"Pärla."

Her smile was confused. "Uh,"

"It means gem. I didn't know your name, so I decided to go with that."

The blush on her cheeks was a sweet addition to that gorgeous sun kissed skin.

"I like that." She rubbed her palms on the front of her jeans. I noticed her sweater was now around her shoulders, covering the beer stain on her tank top. "I'm sorry, I know we said we'd meet after your set. I had to get one of my friends back to our hotel."

Shaking my head, I waved her off. "No worries."

"Did you wait long?"

An hour wasn't a long time, I don't think.

"Nope."

With a finger pointed at the beer garden, she asked, "So, you want that beer?"

I perused this. I wasn't much for a drink right now, comfortable with just talking to her. "You going to have one?"

Shrugging, she looked over toward the crowd. "I don't think so. I've got to get back to the hotel with my friends soon. One of them is really drunk, and is a sick mess."

My face soured. "That doesn't sound fun."

Scrunching her face, she stuck her hands in the pocket of her sweater. "It isn't. I'm pretty annoyed about it, actually."

Nodding, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I had been ignoring it for a while.

Matt: Dude, if you're coming with us, we gotta go now.

I typed a quick response.

Me: Meet you back at the hotel.

We walked around the festival grounds for a while, just chatting about different things, somehow managing to distract her from the fact that she should go back to her hotel, and I, mine.

"You're from Florida?"

She nodded. "Daytona. I hate it."

"Why? Isn't it sunny and beautiful all year-round?" I chuckled.

She joined me. "Sure, if you like a lot of drugs and alligators everywhere."

We found some benches, having a seat. I pulled a pack of smokes from my pocket, lighting one.

She stared at me, smirking. I lifted the pack toward her. "Want one?"

She shook her head. "I'm okay. Thanks, though."

Blowing out the smoke, I turned my attention back to her face.

"So why come to Michigan for a festival?"

Her eyes were lost on the crowd, amused. "Why not?" She leaned back on her seat. "I love the adventure of traveling. Seeing different cities. If I get to enjoy good music while I'm at it, why not?"

"You get to meet a lot of cool people doing it, huh?"

Looking over to me, I saw her lips turn up slightly. "Yeah, I do."

A cool silence fell over us for a moment while I finished my cigarette.

Out of my peripheral vision, I saw her head turn toward me. "It's closing."

We noticed the bodies moving past us toward the exit. I nodded. "We should get going soon."

I swore I saw a flash of disappointment cross her features, but only for a second before a look of excitement crept across her face.

"Hey, you want to go somewhere?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Where?"

Smirking, she stood, pulling at my arm. "I know a place, c'mon."

With no time to protest, she pulled me, and I had to nearly jog to keep up. I watched her hair, looking nearly silver against the bright lights at the parking area, fly behind her as she ran toward the Uber line.

We waited, and I slipped my sunglasses back on, and tried not to be obvious.

Once our turn came, she leaned forward to give the driver the address, quiet enough so I wouldn't hear. The driver raised a brow.

"I'm pretty sure it's closed for the night."

She waved at him. "Just go. It'll be fine."

With a nod, he began driving. I stared at her. "Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?"

Her teeth flashed. "You'll have to wait and find out." And she turned to look out at the darkness beyond her window.

Something inside me wasn't worried.

We walked along the boardwalk, out onto the sand. We could hear the soft waves crashing, but it was difficult to see beyond she shoreline.

"Welcome to Lake Michigan!"

The stars, bright and vast, seemed to bounce off of the stillness of the water. It was breathtaking. She bound ahead of me, slipping her shoes off and holding them. Her eyes were fixed on the water, before she dropped down in the sand, looking up at the sky.

I followed suit, taking a heavy seat next to her. It was so quiet, so calm. We weren't supposed to be here at midnight, but something in the chilled air felt so serene.

"What did you call me before?" Her voice was even, still looking at the sky.

"Hm?" I had to shake out of my thoughts.

"At the festival. You called me a name. In another language."

I smiled. "Pärla." She looked back at me. "It means gem."

A warm grin spread across her lips. "I like that." She echoed her earlier sentiment.

It occurred to me at that point, that she still had not told me her first name.

"What else do I call you?"

Her eyes narrowed, thinking. What was there to think about?

"I think that'll do."

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Her gaze turned back up to the sky. "Pärla. That's good."

"You're not going to tell me your name?" Confusion laced my voice.

Hugging her knees to her chest, her eyes transfixed on the stars, she bit her lip. "Not yet."

It was strange, but what could I do?

Silence fell over us again, but she eventually spoke up.

"Do you ever miss Sweden?"

Clearing my throat, I mimicked her body language, pulling my knees up.

"Sometimes. It's my home."

Her lips were pulled in a tight line, and I saw what looked to be a tear brimming at her eyes. "I never miss mine. I'm never going back."

"Why not?"

Turning to look at me, a slow tear rolled down her cheek, but she held a sad smile. "I'm happy right where I am."

Trying to process what she said, I struggled, because all I could feel was the urge to grab the tear with my finger, and wipe it from her face. I kept my hands to myself, however.

"So," I tried to lighten the conversation. "how long have you been a fan?"

This made a genuine grin crack across her face. "About a year. I heard you guys for the first time on TikTok. When I looked into the music, I was hooked."

I nodded, listening to the smooth sounds of the waves. "Yeah, that's how a lot of people found us."

"It's good music. I really enjoyed the new album."

"Yeah, it was fun to make."

She looked directly at me. "Do you like being in a band? What's it like?"

That made me huff out a laugh. "It's something else, that's for sure. Chaotic, at times. Rewarding, most others."

Amused, she crossed her legs under her and turned her body to face me. "What are the other guys like?" I raised a brow and she smiled sheepishly. "I'm not trying to fangirl, just curious."

Shaking my head, I turned to face her as well. "Nick is awesome. Mediator when things get tense. He tends to keep a cool head easier than the rest of us." I sighed. "Folio is...young. He's so lighthearted, and full of life. I envy that sometimes." She smiled at that.

"And Noah is..." I trailed off, choosing my words carefully. "Brilliant, but can be a lot sometimes."

"Like how?"

"Like," I intertwined my fingers. "he gets anxious. He's a perfectionist, so there's never room for error. It can be a pain in the ass, but we owe a lot of our success to it."

She nodded. "He's talented."

"Very. So, we put up with it, mostly."

Peering up at me from under her lashes, she spoke low. "And what about you, Jolly? What are you like?"

This gave me pause. How do I answer that?

"I'm..." I really had to think about that answer. "I don't know, really. I'm just, me? The guys call me the 'Dad' of the group, but I'm really only a few years older than Nick."

A hand slid over my knee, and I glanced down at it. "Well, I don't know you very well. Only from what time we've spent the last few hours, but I think you're very interesting."

Resting my chin on a fist, I considered her words. "Do you?"

"Yeah, I do. I think you're very sweet. And complex."

"Complex?"

She let out a giggle, which broke the quiet air with a sweet sound.

"Well, you got in an Uber with a complete stranger, without knowing where you're going, and now you're sitting on a beach in the middle of the night."

This made me smirk. "Point taken."

"That's shows adventure. I like it."

I focused on the ring piercing her left nostril, and the small batch of freckles on her nose. Her hair was hanging long, the moonlight illuminating it.

I felt the pull, the same one that brings the planets together. The pull that gravity is made of. Her eyes flashed back and forth between mine, and her lips parted so slightly. Instinctively, I leaned close to her until I could feel her breath against my face. It was cool, almost cold.

When the soft skin of her lips touched mine, she took a breath in, gasping.

My hand lifted to press against her cheek, pulling her closer, and pressing our lips together.

Like a lightning bolt struck the sand between us, we were lit up with energy. Her body lunged toward me, knees climbing up into my lap as she kissed me, tongue pressing into my mouth. My hands wrapped around to her back, pulling her into me, as she writhed against me.

Her hips pressed down, jeans grinding against mine, the lack of friction making it nearly unbearable. My lips kissed down to her neck, sucking and biting at the soft skin. Her hair had fallen over her face, eyes fluttered closed. Her fingers were grazing down my chest, pulling at the fabric of my t-shirt, and eventually landing to the button of my jeans.

My own hands located the access point of her pants, popping them open. Disconnecting for a moment, she pulled back to shimmy out of her jeans, leaving her in a pair of black panties, kneeling in the sand in front of me.

Staring directly into my eyes, she reached to my jeans and opened them effortlessly, unzipping them, my aching cock bulging against the fabric of my boxers. Her hand slipped to the waistband, freeing my erection. I stared at her with intent. Something in her eyes was dark, something I couldn't place.

"Do you want to?" Her voice was so small. So desperate.

I couldn't respond, so I only reached for her, pulling her face back to me. I laid her down on her back, leaning over her and letting my mouth mold over hers, one hand slipping down her stomach, to her core.

My fingers easily grazed past the elastic of the underwear, running through the soft patch of curls just underneath, until I felt the moisture of her lips between my fingers.

She moaned into my mouth as I slipped my middle finger inside of her, curling it to press against that soft, sweet spot that had her breathing erratic.

"Fuck." She breathed against my mouth. My hand was pumping her hard, a delicious wet sound nearly drowned out by the waves behind us.

"I don't have a condom on me, Pärla."

Her eyes snapped open, and she smiled. "I'm okay, if you are."

Morals? Rational thought? Responsibility? What is that?

I was okay. More than okay. This could be bad. Dangerous, even. Something in my gut - no - my soul told me that this needed to happen, and it needed to happen now.

Steady fingers pulled her panties down, slipping them off, before I hovered over her, lining the head up with her entrance.

As slow and precise as possible, I pressed in, my eyes falling closed with the vibrant sensation that engulfed me. She let out a long, deep groan with me.

"Oh God, Jolly."

I let my lips fall back down to the flesh on her neck, thrusting in and out comfortably, savoring the feel of her on my skin.

We went on like this for longer than I would've expected. Our voices echoed off of the water, the darkness swallowing us as our bodies synchronized. Her pussy tightened around me each time I pulled out, begging for more.

Eventually, I sped up the snapping of my hips, leaning up to get a better angle, pulling her knee up to her chest.

Her hands dug into the sand around us, head careened backward.

"Oh Jolly, fuck, so fucking good." She was biting down on her lip so hard, it was sure to bleed.

I was so close. I needed her release. "Come for me, Pärla." My breathing began stuttering. "Let go, for me."

A long, visceral moan left her lips, and I felt her walls spasm around me as I began emptying into her, my orgasm smacking me hard in the chest.

I pumped us through it, one hand holding her face, watching the waves of pleasure rush over it.

Once we slowed to a stop, I collapsed next to her, a lazy smile on my face.

"That was..." I started, too tired to finish my sentence.

"Unreal." Her words were stark. Matter of fact. Her eyes were looking back up at the stars.

I followed suit, zipping my jeans back up.

"I'm glad I met you today, Jolly."

I let my eyes fall on her again, and smiled. "Me too, Pärla."

My eyes opened to a flashlight shining directly on them.

"Hey, asshole!" I squinted, my hands coming up to shield my vision from the abrasive light. "You can't fucking sleep here. Go find a fucking shelter!"

"What?" I sat up, looking up at the person in front of me. A police officer.

"You've got to get out of here, man. I don't want to take you in."

I held my hands up in defense, standing to my feet. My eyes glanced around, realizing I was very much alone.

"Where's the girl I was with?"

The cop raised an eyebrow. "No one but you here, bud. Let's go."

His hand grabbed my arm, leading me off the beach. I turned back toward the water, hollering out into the darkness.

"Pärla?!"

No response. Just silence.

-

A week had gone by, and I was back home.

I had done everything I could think of to find her, but still came up with nothing. No name. No number. Just a physical description and vague location. Have you any idea how many blonde-haired, blue-eyed, tan-skinned girls are in Daytona, FL? It was comical.

After about four days, I had pretty much given up. Part of me felt hurt. Why had she left? Was she okay? She knew me, why hadn't she reached out?

Was she just in it for the sex? Or to say she screwed a member of the band? Did she regret it?

Something felt wrong. Her presence, her energy. It felt so genuine. I struggled to believe she really just ran off, leaving me to fall asleep alone on that beach.

I had Ubered back to the hotel, heading straight to Noah's room to tell him what happened. It was 4AM by the time I made it back, and he looked at me like I was insane.

Still, he showed his human side for a moment, and empathized with me, offering to help try and find her.

Back in Los Angeles, I was sitting in the studio, trying to perfect a guitar rift, when Noah bounded in with Folio. We had everyone together for the next two weeks before we left for the next festival.

"I don't get why people are so scummy."

I raised an eyebrow at Folio's words. "What's that?"

He turned to look at me, falling into a chair. "This article, man. About Upheaval?"

I stopped my strumming, looking up to give him my full attention.

I took note that Noah was scrolling on his phone fervently.

"What about it?"

Noah looked up at me, pursing his lips. "I guess someone got really hurt?"

"Not hurt. Someone fucking died, dude."

This made me furrow my brows. "What?"

"Yeah. Some girl got trampled in the fucking crowd."

Noah rolled his eyes. "The article I read said she had a seizure, and fell into the crowd. They didn't get her out in time."

"During which set?"

"Sleep Token." Noah responded.

"Wow, really? I saw damn near the entire thing. I didn't see anything happen."

"Well, that's the point, man. No one did, until the end. By that time, she had choked or something." Noah handed his phone to me, and I noticed it was scrolled to the bottom of the article.

"It's bullshit they waited so long to say something." Folio chimed in.

Noah shrugged. "Trying to protect the festival's reputation, I guess. Too bad. She was fucking cute, too."

My thumb scrolled to the top of the article, taking a moment as it was long.

When the picture at the top came into view, my hand that held my rig went slack, dropping the instrument on the floor.

It didn't make sense. It was a mistake of some kind.

25 Year Old Female Dies At Music Festival - Safety Protocols Being Investigated

The photograph that stared back at me, mocking my dropped jaw and widened eyes.

"Jolly, you good, dude?" Folio asked as he reached down to grab my guitar, now on the floor.

I couldn't respond. My blood had coagulated in my veins. My skin hardened to stone as my eyes stared at the picture, mind blanking.

The girl in the picture stared into my very soul.

Dirty blonde hair. Ice blue eyes. Small patch of freckles. Plush pink lips.

Pärla.

#jolly karlsson #jolly karlsson fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens #fanfic #bad omens cult

[melodiousmonsters]

I'm going to be honest I didn't do as much research on this as I probably should have and I may make my Reebros a bit more mechanically accurate in future illustrations. But it's done now and I made an oath to myself to not redo any monstiary pages until all the ones I can do are done. Also going to rewrite the two paragraphs in the image in the post because it looks good to me.

"Reebro (J. Mentacorpus) average around 4ft/1.2m tall with a roughly 2.5/.7m circumference, not including the mech suit of course as that’d vary the measurements too much.

The body of the Reebro is composed of an oversized brain, brain stem, and an approximately foot long jumble of nerves. They come in an array of different colors and patterns, each Reebro is unique. Though all of them have only two eyes, one mouth, blunt teeth, and of course their overall body plan.

They are in the Jellatinous family as they have no bones besides their teeth, and they are composed of a fatty jelly not dissimilar to the tissue of the brain.

To be able to do anything, Reebros fashion mechanical suits that are biomechanically integrated to their bodies by their nerves, allowing them to control the suit as if it was a part of them. Their mech suits consist of three main parts, the engine, base, and a form of locomotion. The base is what holds the body of the Reebro and connects their nerves to the mechanics of the suit. This is always right below the body as it's the most convenient for nerve connection.

The engine is what processes the Reebro's lifeforce into energy the suit runs off of. It's done by the largest nerve being connected to a small egg-sized chamber. As the shape of an egg is made to draw lifeforce from the things around it, the chamber will fill itself from the Reebro's energy. This pure energy can then be conducted through wires to do whatever the Reebro needs it to do.

The locomotive parts are the most diverse parts of a Reebro, they can be wheels, treads, or standard mechanical legs. Most often the mechanical legs are hydraulic as it’s the easiest to set up and get the resources for as they just need pistons, water, and tubes. Wheels are a bit more complicated as they require a motor so they are less common. Most often older, more technologically advanced Reebros have them.

Reebros are usually blunt with very little personality in their speech. They are very logically intelligent but not often emotionally or socially, making them come off as very annoying and cocky when they say how smart they are in their early age. Most of the time they learn not to be like that the hard way.

Their logical problem solving skills are very sought after and often a Reebro will be bombarded with questions and requests to assist in fixing or building all sorts of stuff.

Reebros like dry mineral rich environments as it allows for their machinery to function better and for them to get resources to make their machinery. They tend to at least frequent the weird “scrap deserts” in the pocket dimension, which are environments caused by the mech elements being highly present in an area. 

Reebro eggs need to be around a lot of minerals to hatch, most often done with a fancy metal casing that covers about half the egg. As hatchlings they have strong telepathic abilities that allow them to assemble a mech suit to be able to navigate the world. They lose these abilities after about a year. Sometimes the parents will assist in making their mech suits as well. A baby Reebro acts like a computer with very mild human traits. They run near solely off of logic and have a very hard time understanding things like emotions, other monsters, art & creativity, etc. Once they’re around ten or so they’ll start developing those skills if they are exposed to them enough.

The larger a Reebro gets the more machinery they can power, so their mech suit size is limited by their body size. They will eventually always be forced to change out their suits as their body will get too big to fit in their old one."

This is the first monster to not have any variants! If I feel like it I will make it so a monster doesn't have variants if I want to, also it's more fun that way as any Reebro imaginable rather than only three types existing.

#my singing monsters #beezleart #art #melodious monster chronicles #reebro #monstiary

[star-centric]

Thank you! I'd be happy to request! I'd love a story with Mina Ashido x gn!reader (platonic if that's alright). Reader hasn't got a good sense of fashion, though they've always admired Mina for her expressiveness. Reader asks Mina for fashion advice, and Mina is delighted to help out. Is something like that okay?

PAIRING: Mina Ashido x Gender!Neutral Reader

NOTE: Yes this is so cute!! Sorry this took so long 💔 I had writers block for a good minute lol but hopefully that’s over with!

CW: fluff, platonic, SFW, gender neutral reader, reader’s a little insecure but is trying

Sometimes you found yourself envious of Mina.

She was always confident, had no hard times making friends, and had a fashion sense- something that you severely lacked. Living in the dorms and being around your classmates made that very obvious.

You wanted to be like Mina in a sense. You didn’t want to keep being holed in your room, avoiding going out with them. You didn’t want to keep missing game nights because you were worried what they would say about your outfit. You wanted to have fun too.

You wanted to express yourself freely and be comfortable in your own skin like the others were.

And you knew the one person that could help.

“Fashion advice?”

“Yeah.” You sheepishly answered, looking everywhere but at Mina. “My wardrobe is a little…outdated, to say the least. But I don’t know how to exactly fix it. And I know that you have a really great fashion sense so I was wondering if you could…help me?”

You would have continued rambling but you felt hands pace up with your own before you could.

“Of course I would love to help!” You swear that you saw literal sparkles in her eyes. “I have so many ideas on what we could do. I saw something the cutest outfit the other day that I think would look perfect on you-”

Mina’s excitement outshone your own right now, as she was already thinking of new things for you to try. When she let out a gasp, you were starting to get a little worried.

“We can go shopping!” She squealed. You didn’t have a chance to even respond before you were pulled out of her room and rushed down the hallway.

“We can’t waste any time- I know the first place we can go to!”

—

You looked different.

The outfit Mina had you try was…nice. Really nice. Like hard to take your eyes off of yourself nice. All of the outfits she had you try on was stunning- and it was hard to believe that the person in the mirror was you.

“Sooooo- what do you think?”

“I love it!” Mina’s excitement was contagious, and it was hard to wipe the smile off of your face. It was a breath of fresh air to see yourself like this. It felt refreshing- you finally felt comfortable.

“Good- me too! I love the way the colors pop against your skin, and the way they bring your eyes out too. This one we have to leave with.”

“You said that for the last 3 outfits.”

“Because they all look so good on you duh- and they’re on sale! No way we’re we gonna pass on this.” Mina grabbed the bundle of clothes hanging on the dressing room door. “Meet me at the register when you’re ready!”

You don’t know how much time passed at the mall, but by the time you both were leaving the sun was beginning to set. The total surprisingly wasn’t that bad, and you both walked out with plenty of bags in each hand. But you felt light- it felt empowering. You can’t remember how long it’s been since you felt like this.

“Thanks again for tagging along, Mina. I really do appreciate it.”

“Of course! Shopping is my forte so it was never an issue. Besides, you seemed kinda down lately so I’m glad this was able to help you feel better.”

That made you stop in your tracks. She noticed? You wanted to lie and try to play it off, but all you could do was stumble over your words.

“It’s not hard to notice when you’re cooped in your room 24/7.”

Which was…true. She wasn’t wrong. You still felt a bit embarrassed though. Mina didn’t let you linger on your thoughts, skirting in front of you. She gently called your name.

“You don’t have to be alone all the time. We’re all here for you- I’m here for you. There’s nothing wrong with you either.”

“I…I know Mina.” You knew she was telling the truth, but your mind made it hard to believe them. But, today was the first step in making that change. You took a deep breath, willing yourself to be more confident. “I know.”

“You had fun today right?”

You nodded, it’s been a while since you smiled so much.

“So let’s keep hanging out then- today doesn’t have to be the only day we do this either. I’m always open to shopping, and we could always do more stuff in the common room with everyone. I just don’t want you to think you’re alone because you’re not.”

“I really want that too.”

Your words were sincere, and while it would take baby steps, you were ready for the new changes that would start to make yourself look- and feel better too.

#writings.txts #mha.txts #messages.txts #queued.txts #mha x y/n #mha x gender neutral reader #mha mina x reader #mha mina ashido x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha mina x reader #bnha mina ashido x reader #mina ashido x reader #platonic reader #platonic mina ashido x reader #platonic mina x reader #platonic x reader #platonic reader insert #platonic relationship

[fool16k]

Between skin and felt - part 1

It was a very boring day in the studio today, you did your job as the prop manager well enough that Mr. Darling never had to yell or scream at you to do your job correctly unlike most of the other seasoned employees that worked on Welcome Home. At least.. that’s what you thought. You happened to be having an off day, thinking about those weird dreams you were having about Mr. Darling and his literal bodyguard had you on edge, it didn’t help that they were also RIGHT there a few feet away from you.

As you go to lower the giant, exaggerated, cartoonish sun prop, your grip on the old rope they still used from refusing to extend the prop and maintenance budget slipped and the heavy plywood painted prop crashed to the ground.. narrowly hitting Janet.

“WHAT THE FUCK ASSHOLE!? YOU COULD’VE KILLED ME!!” The resounding crash the prop had made as it hit the ground caught the attention of almost everybody in the room and suddenly all eyes were on you.. Including Mr. Darling and Max. Your palms sweat as you nervously look everywhere except at all the eyes staring at you in the moment,

“It was an accident! The rope slipped out of my hands- it’s old and ratty.. and quit being so dramatic Janet. It wouldn’t have killed you.. just… seriously maimed you a bit..” The blond haired jerk of the studio had her mouth agape, and your comment got a few snickers out of the more dark humored interns that were currently working. She mumbles a few things underneath her breath as she angrily ushers past you to go somewhere else, and it’s quiet before a voice cuts through the air.

“My set.. is ruined.” Your eyes turn over to Wally, who is angrily staring at the main set for the show.. which is in pieces.

His rage is intense, white hot rage if you will. But he sounds so calm that it scares you way more than hearing him yell and scream ever would.

“You’re staying late and fixing this.” He turns to look at you, his eyes are in slits and you can see hints of teeth poking through the grimace he’s wearing on his yellow felted face. You can only seem to muster the courage to swallow thickly and nod lightly before staring at the floor as everybody goes back to discussing their plans, albeit much quieter, and you can still feel Wally and Max’s eyes on you.

But this point, everybody has long since gone home - but you were still stuck cleaning up the mess you made. Hopefully, this experience will show how much better equipment is needed for the set pieces and props. You were VERY late to a party you had gotten invited to. The fraggles were hosting it, and you had no idea how you managed to get put on their radar or invited to a party thrown by some of the most iconic puppet actors of all time but you weren't complaining. It took forever to break down the giant sun prop that crashed into the stage, and it was almost 9:00 at night and you were still here.

"Maybe I can just get here early tomorrow.." you look around and go to the employee locker room where you kept all your stuff, changing out of your work clothes and into the extra set you had brought with you, but as you’re changing you hear Wally Darling himself talking to Max.

“Oh Max.. you’re the only human who I trust enough to bring to this party.. I’m so glad you decided to come with me!”

“Hmph. Only because you would cry and bitch at me if I didn’t agree.”

“Language Maxxy.”

A party?? Maybe they were also going to the fraggles party.. you’ll just have to avoid them then. You didn’t want to imagine the look on Mr. Darlings face if he caught slacking off at a celebrity’s party and not fixing his set. You soon have your casual clothes on, and you’re driving up to a remote modestly sized mansion in the heart of Hollywood. The house is big and modern looking, the flashing colored lights and loud bass boosted music tells you you’re in the right place and you park down the road and walk up the winding gated driveway to the building..

The winding line of people trying to get in reveals that this is in fact the house of a celebrity, but as you’re about to get in line someone stops you.

“Oi’!! Get over here! You’re part of VIP.” You look over and see.. Boober. THE Boober is talking to you- and you listen- I mean, who wouldn’t?? You follow him to a side gate, that leads to the backyard. It’s the most lavish outdoor space you’ve ever experienced, there was a minibar. the gigantic pool had lights in the sides seemingly making the normally crystal clear water change colors magically and the gazebo had fairy lights hanging from it, along with a few tiki torches.

Boober leads you to the gazebo, having you sit down he has the bartender a few feet away make you both some cocktails before speaking.

"So... we've heard good things about you. I'm coming forward on behalf of all the Muppets and asking a huge favor..." You take a sip of your cocktail before speaking meekly.

"Well... I don't know what you've heard about me, but I hope I can help you." Boober seems to perk up a bit, his mouth twitching upwards into a small smile.

"I thought you'd say that. The directors for welcome home that move around say that you help out with a little bit of everything, and not just props..." That was true... you did tend to overwork yourself a bit. But you liked being helpful, and that is how you were raised.

"The writers' strike going on right now, has really dropped the amount of people on our writing team, and we're falling behind on production... since we heard you're a decent writer and storyteller from what we hear, we would like to ask you to-" Boober is interrupted, his head turning towards the person who spoke.

"Hey Boob'! Max wanted me to ask you if he could..-" It was your boss. Wally, and he was staring right at you, having not finished his sentence out of surprise and anger.

what would you do now??

So.. this is my first time ever actually posting a fanfiction I've written. I do plan on continueing this but i feel like it has sat in my drafts for too long already, so enjoy part one!

Actor AU is by @frillsand.

#welcome home actor au #welcome home au #wally actor au #actor au #diva wally #actor wally au #my writing #should I post this on Ao3?

[dreamcatcher92]

Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 1

*WARNINGS*

Use of alcohol, smut, sex, violence.

This is my first time posting anything like this haha, please be nice.

At first when you moved into your small one-bedroom apartment, you were a bit uncomfortable because until now, you had always had a roommate living with you so you wouldn't be alone. Now here you are living completely on your own in New York City.

It was a Friday like any other. You were finally going to step out of your comfort zone and had agreed to meet your new friend Taren at a bar a couple blocks from your apartment building. After trying on at least six or seven outfits, you finally choose your favorite dark green dress that comes just above your knees. Paired with your dress, you chose a dark denim jacket, small golden stud earrings, and your favorite low-top all black converse shoes.

“Welp here goes nothing.” you say as you look yourself up and down in the full-length mirror hanging on your bedroom wall.

The bar that Taren chose is one of the more popular ones in the city, so there are always a lot of people there. As you walk closer to the bar, you hear your name being called out by a familiar voice. It was Taren. She was standing under a streetlamp waving at you and smiling from ear to ear. You walk up to her, and she embraces you in a hug.

“AH! I am so glad you decided to come out with me finally! We are going to have so much fun!” Taren yells in excitement as she pulls away from your hug. “Come on!” She grabs your hand and pulls you behind her toward the front door of the bar.

On the outside, it looks like your typical bar. Tons of people inside and out. Everyone is laughing, drinking, and having a good time. Music is blaring and different colored lights are shining. This really is bringing you out of your comfort zone, but you take a deep breath and relax thinking to yourself that you need this.

There were so many people inside that between the music and everyone having a conversation of some sort, you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts. It had been about half an hour into the night, and you already needed to take a breather. You scan the place looking for the restroom and finally spot it clear in the back.

“Of course,” you say to yourself as you turn to Taren to let her know where you were going and that you would be back in a few minutes.

“Okay!” Taren yells already clearly feeling her alcohol.

You set your drink on the table and start your way through the crowd of people toward the bathroom. Out of the corner of your eye, you lock eyes with a stranger as you push your way past each person you encounter. He smiles at you, and you feel like your face is suddenly set on fire. You turn quickly and continue until finally; you have made it to the lady’s room.

You open the door and can barely even step inside. There are so many girls in there. Some are fixing their makeup and reapplying lip gloss, while others are puking their guts up into the disgusting toilets. You let out a deep sigh of annoyance as you turn to head outside instead.

As you make your way to the front door, you can see that Taren is perfectly content at the table you were both sitting at, only now, there were three other people joining her in shots and laughs. She’ll be fine, you thought to yourself. Finally, you reach the door and let out a sigh of relief.

You step outside, close your eyes, and take in a deep breath of fresh air.

“Better?” says a deep voice behind you.

Your eyes open quickly, and you turn to face the source of the voice. It was him. The same dark brown-haired hottie that smiled at you just minutes ago. You gulp.

“Yeah. A bit.” you say, breaking eye contact with him because you’re extremely shy.

As you look back up to try and meet eyes again, he’s already looking at you with a small smirk on his face. He can sense your shyness and it makes this all the more exciting for him.

“I’m Billy.” he says to you as he reaches out his large hand toward you.

You bite your lower lip and place your hand in his as you say, “I’m Anna.”

“Nice to meet you, Anna.” Billy says as he gently shakes your hand.

“Y-Yeah. You too.” you say, breaking eye contact once again to look at the ground and taking your hand from his. “I should get back inside. My friend is probably wondering where I am by now.”

You quickly walk away before giving him a chance to say another word and make your way back inside where your friend was. You walk back and sit down on your bar stool at the high top. Taren is excited to see you and you both start talking about random things. About an hour or so has passed and you are interrupted mid-sentence when a waitress brings you a refill of your fruity drink. You look at it for a moment with confusion because you’ve already had more to drink than you said you would, and you definitely didn’t ask for another.

So, you say to the waitress, “Oh, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t order this ma’am.”

She just smiles at you and points in a direction. You look where she is pointing and see Billy. He smiles and raises his beer to you as if to say cheers. With the alcohol in your system, you’ve gained some confidence and decided to drink your new cocktail. You hold up your glass toward Billy and mouth the words “thank you.” Then you return to the story that you were telling Taren.

“Last call!” yells a bartender. You jump.

“I should get home, Taren. I didn’t realize how late it was getting to be.” you say to your friend who is at this point pretty drunk.

Luckily, another friend of yours and Taren’s drives for Uber and agrees to come pick Taren up and take her home safely.

“You sure you don’t need a ride, Anna? I really don’t mind!” Sammy says to you as you buckle Taren into the backseat.

“No, really, I’m fine! It’s literally a couple blocks from here. Plus, the night air will help me sober up a little.” you say laughing and climbing back out of the car. “Thank you though! Oh, and please make sure she gets home safe!”

“Always girly!” Sammy says before you close the door, and he drives off.

#billy russo #smut #the punisher #billy russo smut #ben barnes #fanfic #billy russo fanfic #smut fanfiction #ben barnes smut #ben barnes fanfiction

[gamebunny-advance]

Kun3h0 Accessories DLC + Patch Notes v.1.0.1

Added:

GAB accessory

Karrot-98 accessory

Changed:

Updated top.

Fixed hair bug. (Hair would easily slip off model.)

Minor improvements.

(More pics and notes under the cut.)

So I finally finished up Kun3h0's accessories and fixed up her top.

So, we've got her GAB and her drill, the Karrot-98.

GAB started out as this little dino thing that I just cut up and sculpted onto.

The original plan was to sculpt onto the original arms after I cut off the wings, but they kept bumping into the head, so I opted to completely resculpt them.

Now they can still turn their head, but that's the only point of articulation. I really should have sanded it more, you can really see the texture still in the clay, but such as it is.

The collar isn't the most elegant thing in the world, but at least it's there~ It's also disappointing that I couldn't get the edges of her screen completely straight and even, but it is what it is.

Overall, I think it's a decent recreation of the original design, even if the purples aren't quite right.

I should take a pic of them next to my other GAB recreations so y'all can really see the difference in scale. I believe this is the smallest GAB I've made so far, and also the only one that has the big heart-shaped tail~

Next is the Karrot-98, Kun3h0's magical drill. I don't have any "before" pictures, but it's made from another accessory that came with the doll, a little clay, and a piping tip that I had lying around + extras.

I don't have a set design for the Karrot yet, so I just kinda painted it with colors I already mixed. When Kun3h0's holding it, it does kinda get lost in the pinks of her outfit, but by itself I think it looks fine. If I come up with a better color scheme for it, then maybe I'll repaint it.

Next, I completely re-did her top. This time, I doused all the fabric in fray-check first to keep it from pulling apart while I was sewing it together, and I completely redid the sleeves. Originally, I had painted the arm guards onto the sleeves because I didn't think of any other way to do it. This time I tried making them with craft foam to better replicate that they're supposed to be two different materials. I'd say it was mostly successful.

Since it's kind of a pain to slip the sleeve into the guards, I don't have any pics of the top without them on, but the sleeves are more form fitting, so the top looks more like a proper tracksuit without the guards on. It's a slightly better look than the original IMO, but it's still not perfect: the guards are basically like a Miku sleeve, so you can still see into them even though the only opening is supposed to be through the cuff (which are barely visible in this pic, but they can stick out for a more accurate look.)

I would show the new top next to the old one, but I kinda destroyed the old one trying to test ideas for this new one XP (in fact, the collar IS from the old one, I just ripped it off and reapplied it to this one).

Lastly, I fixed her wig a little bit.

I don't have pics of it, but I just stuck some velcro to her scalp and the inside of the wig, so now it should stop slipping off while still being removable.

I'm just against completely gluing it down because I still have a lot of yarn left from this project, so I would eventually like to make her some alternate hairstyle wigs just to use up the yarn.

Now I feel pretty confident in saying that she's actually "done." There are a few places that I could touch up with paint, but as for "making" anything else for this doll, I did everything I really wanted to do.

Admittedly, Kun3h0 is one of my most self-indulgent designs (as though everything I make isn't in some way self-indulgent), so to have a physical object which embodies so much of what I like, truly satisfies me. We'll see if I still feel that way about her a week from now, but at the moment, she is the culmination of almost every creative skill I have, and I'm very pleased with the results of that effort, more so than possibly anything else I've ever made~ <3

I may post more pics of her when I can actually dedicate some time to making a proper scene and/or backdrop. There's a lot of little details that I like that I haven't really taken pics of. I dunno if I have the courage to do it, but it'd be cool to take some pics in an actual arcade with her~

#gbunny makes #gbunny draws #OCs #kun3h0 #GAB #custom doll #doll custom #ooak doll #i'll post about the other one soon #he just has one last thing that I'm working on #and i can probably finish it tomorrow #(or later today since i'm queueing this post) #maybe i've already posted about it by the time this post goes up

[averydavery]

Photo Dump from Indy’s Very Own Popcon!

Just to be clear, this was not my only cosplay for this three day event! However, Saturday (yesterday) was the biggest day with the most events, so I did my best cosplay for it! On Friday I was John Marston and my friend was Arthur Morgan from RDR2, and today I just went in a simple gyaru makeup look!

But that’s not what you’re here for!

Here’s my Black Jack cosplay just a few months late of the 50th anniversary year of the series. I knew that since my face is very round and that I have a button nose I wouldn’t be able to do a “one for one” cosplay look that I think would do him justice. So instead of working against my body, I created a look that embraced it… I call it Drag Jack!

Please understand that this was my first ever time doing this cosplay so I ended up putting the skin patch on the wrong side of the face (it’s actually the correct side of the face the wig just is backwards and I forget to flip it), but also I didn’t do the scar on his chin either because I forgot as well, let alone any other scars on my body. Next time I did this cosplay I’ll make sure to fix it!

Full body shot, even though this was in the convention center bathrooms the tile gives that sterile hospital look so I mess with it.

Head shots, as you can tell I’m not good at choosing locations for my photos. I plan on redoing it with better photos and not gluing my brows, so stay tuned!

I really should’ve Got2Be’d those spike before I left house… the strands are everywhere.

Ai No Hoshi Maid Cafe! They were a lotta fun! If you’re in the Indiana, Ohio, or Kentucky area and plan on going to a con make sure to check if they’ll be there too! Highly recommend, one of the butlers was a fellow Doctor!

This shitty redraw of mine of Black Jack as Trixie Matel inspired this entire look!

Price and Advice for Future BJ Cosplayer’s:

Cost (with tax and shipping): about $73.31

Contacts from Uniqso x2: $28.62

Wig from Ezcosplay: $22.69

Fishnets from Five Below: ~$5

Translucent setting powder from Five Below: ~$3

Red Ribbon from Micheal’s: ~$3

Concealer & Brightner two pack makeup from Marshall’s: ~$5

Face Paint from Party City: $5

Lip/Blush pale pink cream stick from [a target resale/wholesale store that I won’t named for my own privacy reasons]: $1

Black Turtleneck Bodysuit from Target: $0 (I had a gift card, if not it was about ~$12 I think?)

Owned or Borrowed Items, many are optional items

Three different colored (black, white, maroon) gel eyeliner pencils: BORROWED

White Foundation from Sunset Makeup: BORROWED

Chrome Eyeliner: BORROWED

Brown Tights: OWNED

Boots: OWNED

Dickey Collar: OWNED, I cut up a white polo

Wig Styling Suppkies: OWNED

Rest of Makeup: OWNED

Advice for Cosplaying BJ

WET-DRY MAKEUP METHOD!!!! The Wet-Dry method of makeup is used in Drag makeup and many other makeup genres to set face paint or heavy makeup. For Black Jack’s face patch you’re going to want to start with a wet facepaint color and then set it with translucent setting powder so it doesn’t only stay all day, but also looks more matte and not porous. Next time I do this look, I plan to use more so my skin looks a bit flatter.

CREAM CONTOURS!!!! Use a cream based contour to contour your nose, cheekbones, and temples. If you use a powdered contour it will come off VERY easily and it will be hard to get a clean line with. I relied on these cream contours mostly for my nose since, again, I have a button nose so I really wanted to contour that to at least make it look a little thinner and longer.

SAFETY PIN YOUR BOW!!! If you want a bow that looks “cartoony” you won’t get that just by tying a red ribbon around your neck. I sewed and glued my bow then safety pinned it my collar to appear like it was standing up on its own. It’s cute!

WEAR TIGHTS (if you’re doing this specific black jack look lmfao)!!! If I did not wear those tights way too much of my hip would be showing. I’m personally not comfort showing that much of my body, so I wore tights underneath my fishnets. But you do you! I like the darker color since it sorta looks like I’m wearing see through dark tights but matching your skin tone as close as possible can make it seem like you aren’t wearing tights at all even if you actually are! Highly recommend!

DON’T FORGET YOUR EAR!!! This isn’t required but I think it looks nice to put a bit of face paint on your ear to look like the skin patch covers that area as well as your face. It’s a bit more cohesive but also doesn’t matter too much.

DON’T BE AFRAID TO BE CAMPY!!! Black Jack’s character is over-the-top and exaggerated, so you shouldn’t be afraid to do the same. If I really wanted this to be Drag Jack, I would’ve done an entire drag makeup look and I think that would be PERFECT if someone better than I at that kind of makeup does it! The bigger the bow the better too! Get some props like a kids toy stethoscope or a mask or gloves! Monopoly money too haha!!!

#art #artist #anime #manga #black jack #dr black jack #hazama kuroo #kuroo hazama #black jack: the movie #black jack tezuka #black jack manga #tezuka star system #osamu tezuka #tezuka osamu #tezuka productions #cosplay #cosplayer #anime cosplay #costume #pinoko #kiriko #dororo #rokuro makube #rock holmes #lieutenant tsurumi #tsurumi tokushirou #golden kamuy #gyaru #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2

[lunartearrose]

Oc kiss 2024 day 3 - Sunrise!

Ocs: (from right to left), Azure, Hayune, and Rust!

World: pokespe

Drabble below! Happy Valentines' Day!

Today, the sun rose on a new day.

In fact, it was the first day of summer - the first summer Hayune experienced in a long time. Of course, Hayune wouldn't dare miss it's rising.

As always, with each passing day, a fear lingered in him - of new problems arising, of having to hit the reset button one more time - and of course, no longer having the ability to do so.

But he promised Celebi - on the summer solstice, he would set them free. This was that time.

So, he pulled the GS ball from his hiding place, and after a deep breath… he hit the release.

Celebi sprung out, stretching arms to the sky, trilling happily with a stretch. It turned around, looking at Hayune with their head tilted.

He dropped the ball on the ground, and after a moment of hesitation, crushed it under his heel. “There. Free forever. I hope you never need me to fix fate. Ever again. But… I'll be happy to have some lunch with you in some years, if you want.” he rambled softly.

The little mythical squealed happily, throwing her arms around Hayune's neck. One last time, the little celebi spoke telepathically to him.

“Thank you! Goodbye!”

Gently, he hugged the little pokemon back. “Goodbye.” He replied.

With that, the little green pokemon flew off. And slowly, as it danced in the sunrise, Celebi's colors gradually changed.

Slowly, the green body faded pink - a symbol that they had finally gotten quite old. Many times before, it was a sign of their wilting. But this time, the change was not brought on by exhaust drying them up. It was brought on naturally.

After all, today was their birthday. This Celebi's, at least.

He watched for a while, and eventually, he heard footsteps.

“There you are.” Rust spoke, “didn't think you'd do it so… quick.”

“Are you going to be okay?” Azure asked.

Hayune shrugged. “I promised them I'd let them go. Better to rip the bandaid off, right? I just… hope we'll see each other again, someday. When we're both all healed up.”

“I'm sure you will!” Azure replied, doing their best to comfort him, “We'll be right by your side as much as you need us.”

“Yep.” Rust agreed, “No gettin’ rid of us.”

Hayune smiled a bit. “Thanks, guys.” He turned away from the bright sun's rays, sighing softly. “I'm happy for them. I just… can't shake the nervousness. You know how it is…”

At that time, Rust and Azure glanced at each other as Hayune moved away slightly. A quiet agreement was met between them, as they had discussed the ways to lift their partner up before meeting here. Rust was very embarrassed about it, but just about as determined as Azure was, reassured by her mischievous smile.

They nod to each other, and then move.

Rust grabbed Hayune, hand landing clumsily on his chest, while Azure tugged at his arm.

“Huh? Guys, whats-” Hayune began, only to be cut off as the two leaned in.

Rust had to lean down, and Azure had to stretch up a bit, but they each planted a kiss on Hayune's cheeks at the same time.

The result? Hayune's brain screeched to a halt, his face flushed red. His worried thoughts drowned in happy static.

After some moments, the two pulled away. Rust was bright red, while Azure was more composed.

“Sorry if you didn't like that.” Rust muttered, flipping his hood up. “It was Azy's idea to surprise attack ya.”

“Says the guy that immediately agreed to it with no hesitation.” Azure smirked. “You're so silly! You have no problem flirting, but you're all hot and bothered over doin’ somethin’ so tame!”

“Well-! I-! It's just-!” Rust stammered, getting redder as his voice cracked, “Different! FUCK-”

At that, Hayune's brain finally rebooted in full. Smiling blissfully, he said, “Can I have another?”

“Oh- sure, sweetheart!”

“I'm gonna croak, but… s-sure, fine.”

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #pokespe fankids #pokespe #hayune (oc) #azure (oc) #rust (oc) #celebi #shiny celebi #pokemon #artists on tumblr