#kickin by pool

[astralnymphh]

Domestic!Ellie would 100% cry if she felt the baby kick for the first time while snuggling the reader

ohh definitely. ♡ ellie feels that little daisy soft flutter thrum through her fingertips and delights in a gasp, "holy shit, babe—" bona fide surprise impulsing her hand to swipe the scope of your underbelly all excitedly. a cottony susurrus light on the ears as she shuffles down the bed to press her ear to it, thicket of her pretty chestnut locks laying messy and just beckoning your fingers to tangle in the strands amidst her close–and–personal visit with her soon to be baby. her cheek is rosy warm when it smushes kindly upon it, flattening as she murmurs, "he's kicking, holy fuck he's kickin'." and next thing you know a wet droplet pools between the wedge of her face n' your belly, making you snort and curl curious, "els', baby— are you crying again?" sweeping the crest of her bangs over to her ear, tucking.

"no m'not." she claims in contrast to the sharp sniffle you caught just now, the toasty contact of her big head rising from the flesh globe she so dearly wanted to compress her face nose–first against and interview like a talkshow host, "just.. got something in my eyelid." literally flicking a finger under her eye to wipe the tears. a thousand questions, she could utter to that baby. that mere belly. utterly, it would render her bearings gone and her eyelids genuinely welled with something pure that she could not gauze a dam over. ♡

little did she know, bearings would abide the weakest of her worries— and therefore hours later, when shut lids and a still running movie lulled you to pivotal rest, unaware of her very much awake and enlightened brain, ellie would slip down that unkempt mattress and stoop an ear upon your swollen waist again and, "hear that? 'ts a dinosaur, my favorite. gonna' be yours too when you get a little bigger and don't have the attention span of a chimpanzee, and.. maybe when you don't scream like one. haha."

this is definitely going in the official headcanons ♡

(instagram image from ellies.broken.heart)

#ellie williams #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras asks #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams fluff #lesbian #sapphic #ellie x reader #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble #domestic!ellie #farm!ellie #ellie williams headcanons

[viviennevermillion]

Joining them in the hot springs

notes: this event is feeding my creative brain so much.

contains: character x gn!reader

characters included: leona kingscholar, kalim al-asim, vil schoenheit, lilia vanrouge

warnings: none

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Leona is happy to get out of the car and into the relaxing hot spring; praying to the stars above that Lilia and Kalim would not make that an experience too. He had turned the radio off immediately and considered punching it for a second after his two guests and classmates had decided to sing along to the music and clap to the rhythm of the song. 

“If you’re not quiet on the way back, I’m leavin’ ya here and you can walk back to the hotel”, he shot the two of them an angry glare, “annoy someone else with your singing.” You poked his side and linked your arms. “If you keep looking all grumpy like this, you’re gonna get wrinkles all over your forehead”, you teased him and he gave you a smirk back. “And you’d still love me”, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and led you to the secluded area only the royal family had access to. “Okay, the changing rooms for guests are over there, please don’t break anything or slip on the floor and die, we need you for the tournament tomorrow”, he sent the others off, “see ya in a couple of minutes.” The last sentence was directed specifically at you and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before parting from you. 

When everyone else came out of the changing rooms, Leona was already relaxing in the hot spring. His eyes were closed and he had his hair tied up into a bun. Once you were submerged in the warm water, you marveled at your boyfriend for a while. He looked so peaceful like this. You could see ripples on the surface of the water where his tail was moving.

You smirked and decided to flick your finger on the surface of the water, sending a couple of droplets flying straight into Leona’s face. His eyes opened instantly as he reached for his magical pen at the side of the hot spring. Oh god. The last thing you saw was Leona’s mischievous grin before he sent a whole wave of water at you. “Which one of us is looking like a wet cat now, huh?”, he laughed but you weren’t giving up yet. You took both of your hands, pushing the water into his face. Leona grabbed your waist, pulling you onto his lap before he flicked his wet tail into your face gently. You shoved his tail aside.

“Argh- stop it, herbivore”, Leona growled at the sensation of you blowing cold air into his ear. 

With both of you deciding that this was fun while it lasted but also that your time was better spent using the hot spring for its intended purpose, Leona pulled you very close to his chest and held you tightly against him, nuzzling your cheek affectionately. Both of you closed your eyes and Leona wrapped his tail around you. You took a deep breath, melting into Leona’s embrace as he gently ran his fingers up and down the skin of your back. 

“Never thought I’d see you so affectionate and gentle with anyone”, Vil commented with a teasing smirk and Leona opened one eye to glare at him. “I can drown you in the pool and the guards will make it look like an accident”, Leona replied dryly but it was evident he wasn’t serious.

Leona indulged you as you pulled him into a loving kiss; his lips still tasting like the baobab candy he had eaten before. 

He eventually fell asleep resting his chin on your shoulder or your head, mumbling a quiet “love ya, herbivore” in his sleep.

Kalim is the polar opposite of Leona when it comes to spending time in the hot springs.

He brought a floatie and pool noodles and a small radio that cost more than what you had in your bank account. “If ya play happy music here, I’m kickin' ya out”, Leona warned and Kalim put away the radio with a sad expression.

Kalim was so used to Jamil taking care of everything for him that he had a lot of trouble filling the floatie and the beach ball he had with air. “Here, let me help you with that”, you sighed and grabbed the pump, showing him how to do it. “Thank you so much, you’re the best!”, Kalim hugged you and looked at you with a bright smile before climbing back into the hot spring.

The two of you eventually ended up in a pool noodle fight together, hitting each other on the head with the foam sticks, much to everyone else’s annoyance. Kalim was laughing and eventually decided to surrender. “You’re so precious to me, I just have to let you win!”, he explained and pressed a kiss to your cheek, “I love you so much!” Kalim pulled you into another hug. “I love you more”, you insisted and gave his lips a sweet kiss. “No, I definitely love you the most-” “Would you two shut the fuck up?”, Leona groaned and held his head.

Things got even worse when Kalim decided to bring the beach ball. You had a blast for a while as you were throwing it back and forth in between you but the fun was over when Kalim aimed wrong and hit Vil in the head, knocking the cucumber slices off his eyes and smudging the beauty mask he had put on in the process.

Vil scolded Kalim and you for 2 minutes straight.

“We’re so sorry, Vil”, Kalim looked sad and you hugged him from behind, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

His mood seemed to lighten up as you pulled him close to cuddle; deciding that relaxing was also nice if you two could snuggle in the meantime.

Kalim sat down on your lap in the hot springs and just snuggled you for the rest of the stay. He talked about how this was very different from the bathhouse they had at home and everyone stared at him in bewilderment as he described the place; unaware of how he once again shocked everyone with the Asim family's amount of wealth.

"If peasantry is an emotion, I'm feeling it right now", Grim sat outside of the hot springs, "and to spend that amount of madol on a bathhouse of all things. Just imagine how many cans of tuna I could buy from this."

"I'm pretty sure for most people the intergenerational supply of tuna would be the weirder purchase...", you mused and gently massaged the back of Kalim's head with your fingertips.

"Wow, you guys were right, I'm feeling totally refreshed right now!", Kalim commented with a smile as you exited the hot springs and he picked up his stuff. He attempted to play the radio in Leona's car on the way back. This did not work out.

For Vil, this was obviously the highlight of the entire trip. The whole reason Leona had even been able to bribe him to join the 'Catch the Tail' team. He was even more delighted to spend this day with you.

Your presence made him look past even the most bothersome inconveniences, namely Kalim and Lilia improvising a punk rock version of "Absolutely Beautiful" in the car. "Let's just hope they'll be more quiet in the hot springs", the Pomefiore dorm leader sighed and you passed the water bottle you had in your backpack to him, which made Vil smile, "how is it you always seem to know exactly what I need? It even is my favorite brand of water."

"You have a favorite brand of water?", Leona raised an eyebrow and then shook his head, "...talk about unnecessary things to think about..."

Vil ignored the grumpy lion beastman.

He was by far the one who took the longest in the changing rooms. He brought a bunch of products he had bought before at Elephant Legacy and was looking forward to trying them out.

He would let you use them as well if you wanted to.

He put on a beauty mask. Vil let you massage his shoulders with some new massage oil he bought and took care of the tension in your muscles as well. "Are you enjoying yourself, my love?", he asked and you could hear the affection in his voice as his fingers massaged the skin between your shoulder blades. "Hmm", you hummed and he gave you a sweet kiss to your cheek, leaving a slight lipstick mark on your face. He'd make sure to notify you of that before leaving the hot spring.

Vil would eventually end up resting against your chest. You had your arms wrapped around him from behind and he leaned the back of his head on your shoulder. Relaxing with you was worth compromising his posture for an hour.

Lilia is thrilled and also quite curious about going to Elephant Legacy and spending time at the hot springs just to relax.

He comes out of the changing rooms wearing the vacation shirt Malleus got him from Scalding Sands, a beach hat and a pair of star-shaped sunglasses. Vil has to really bite his tongue to not comment on how Lilia's choice of outfit has hurt him in his soul. His swimming trunks are in a shade of pink that does not work at all with the orange shirt and there's a bat pattern on it.

You don't know how he did it but he enters the secluded hot spring that only members of the royal family have access to with a tray of mocktails on it. He insists that he prepared them himself and that he's "quite good at making them". Knowing his cooking skills, you're not taking any chances. The others how ever? You'll never forget the face Kalim made when he took a sip from Lilia's homemade fruity drink. "Lilia...haha...what exactly did you put in this?", Kalim asks with a forced smile. "I made them to match your personalities", Lilia claps his hands with a joyful expression, "yours, Kalim, has orange, mango, chocolate and mashed chicken nuggets in it." Kalim sighs. "Hmm, I think the chicken nuggets were a bit much..."

"The fuck's in mine?", Leona asks, not having drank even a sip from his, "it looks awfully see-through." Lilia smirked. "Water, chili powder, a lot of salt and four shots of whiskey", he explains. Leona pushes the "drink" far far away from him.

Lilia joins you in the hot springs not soon after and wraps an arm around your shoulder, letting you rest against his chest.

He starts recalling times of war when he went to the hot springs to try and rest his bones as well as clean his wounds. He gives a very detailed description of the incident and Kalim starts crying.

Lilia would give you a massage and also let you massage his shoulders. He'd spend his time with you talking about everything you've seen on your trip so far now that you have some quiet time without a new experience waiting just around the corner. It's the perfect time for him to aquire how you liked your trip so far, what were the best parts for you and tell you some stories about his travels in the past. Lilia enjoys the peaceful atmosphere the hot springs create. "It's one of the best places to talk about one's worries or simply relax", he says with a smile on his face.

Lets you wash his hair while he leans back against you with a satisfied expression. Loves the feeling of your fingers against his scalp.

"This was a truly relaxing experience", he rejoices after exiting the hot spring, holding your hand in his, "I'll remember this for a long time, my love." He gives you a kiss to the cheek.

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar x reader #vil schoenheit x you #vil schoenheit x reader #kalim al asim x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #leona x reader #kalim x reader #vil x reader #lilia x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar headcanons #leona kingscholar x you #kalim al asim #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #lilia vanrouge

[onyxonline]

Hey Angel, what's your opinion on Dogday?😏

“The poor guy has gone through so much shit, you know? The fact he can still hold on to hope after ten years of bullshit, and still have the willpower to continue and be the leader he was clearly build to be…there is something to admire about that”

“Anyways he’s also goofy as fuck dude yesterday I saw him side eyeing Kickin because the dude was trying to do a backflip from the rooftop to the pool”

#poppy playtime oc #poppy playtime #Saved AU #onyx’s whimsy art

[awakentrashpanda]

Smiling Critters incorrect quotes

Dogday: What is the code etomologists use for "I stepped on it, I'm so sorry, it was dark out and the specimen was very small?"

Bubba Bubbaphant: "Impromptu dissection was performed under less-than-optimal lighting conditions."

Catnap: "Impromptu dissection" is an alarming phrase in any context and I thank you for it.

KickinChickin: What’s biologist for "the little f⭐️cker BIT me and I yote it into the undergrowth on reflex?"

Bubba Bubbaphant: "The specimen was removed from the study pool due to abnormal interaction responses."

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Hoppy Hopscotch: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river. 
KickinChickin: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

Hoppy Hopscotch: Nothing in life is free. 
Bobby Bearhug: Love is free. 
Bubba Bubbaphant: Knowledge is free. 
Craftycorn: Friendship is free. 
Dogday: Self-respect is free. 
KickinChickin: Everything's free if you don't pay for it. 
The Squad: ... 
PickyPiggy: Kickin, that's illegal- 
Hoppy Hopscotch: No, let him finish!

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Bubba Bubbaphant: Are you tall enough to play basketball though? 
Hoppy Hopscotch: Are you calling me short? 
Bubba Bubbaphant: I'm calling you vertically challenged.

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

KickinChickin: You have Crayons? 
Craftycorn: Yes, I have— 
KickinChickin: You're— how old are you? 
Craftycorn (in tears): YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨

PickyPiggy: *standing at the top of the stairs* What are y'all doing at the bottom of the staircase? 
Catnap: I accidentally fell down. 
Bubba Bubbaphant: CATNAP PUSHED ME down the stairs because I refuse to pay HIS part of our rent! 
Dogday: Catnap bet me fifty bucks that I couldn't reach the bottom of the stairs faster than they did falling down it, so I slide down the banister to get my money. 
KickinChickin: I don't know how I got here. One moment, I was sleeping in my bed, three floors up, and then suddenly I was waking up here, just in time to get crushed by Dogday.

💡💡💡💡💡💡💡💡💡💡💡💡💡💡💡

Dogday: I love you. 
Catnap: How many people have you said that to? 
Dogday: Everyone. 
Catnap: What? 
Dogday: I told everyone that I love you.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

Craftycorn: Why does Picky always do the laundry so loudly? 
Bobby Bearhug: So everyone knows that no one helps her out in the house. 
PickyPiggy, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎

PickyPiggy: So Hunny-bunny, how did your first time cooking dinner go? 
Hoppy Hopscotch: Pretty good if I do say so myself. 
PickyPiggy: Oo! Okay, what are we having? 
Hoppy Hopscotch: Alright, so for appetizers, we have a potato. 
PickyPiggy: A whole potato? 
Hoppy Hopscotch: Yes. And then for the main course, we have grilled cheese sandwiches! 
PickyPiggy: These just look like big slabs of black. 
Hoppy Hopscotch: Because that's what they are! 
Hoppy Hopscotch: And then for desert, we have chocolate. 
PickyPiggy: These are just chocolate chips? 
Hoppy Hopscotch: They sure are! 
Hoppy Hopscotch: And then for drinks, we have toast! 
Hoppy Hopscotch: *lifts up a glass of blended toast* Bon appetite!

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KickinChickin: I have a plan.

PickyPiggy: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it.

KickinChickin: …

PickyPiggy: …

KickinChickin: I no longer have a plan.

🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶

PickyPiggy: why can’t any of y’all ever come up with a plan that doesn’t involve breaking the law?

Bubba Bubbaphant (awkwardly looking over at KickinChickin and Hoppy Hopscotch): Picky…You do realize that three of us have been to prison before, right?

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KickinChickin: Have I ever told you that I love you like the mom I never had? 
PickyPiggy: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am! 
KickinChickin: Mean.

🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰

Hoppy Hopscotch: I'm sorry. Please talk to me. 
PickyPiggy: 
Hoppy Hopscotch: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure? 
PickyPiggy: Hmf! 'Sorry' ain’t never gonna bring back my f🍎cking M&Ms.

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Bubba Bubbaphant: What do we think of Dogday? 
*pause* 
Hoppy Hopscotch: *shrugs* Nice pal. 
Bobby Bearhug: I think he’s gay.

🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘

KickinChickin: That was so hot, Bubba. 
Bubba Bubbaphant: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. 
KickinChickin: I'm so in love with you.

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

KickinChickin: Now, if I may speak for good-looking people everywhere... 
Catnap: Only as their rodeo clown.

🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷

#smiling critters #incorrect quotes #some of these are from tumblr #some of these are from a generator #some of these I made up or edited #pickypiggy x hoppy hopscotch #PickyPiggy #dogday x catnap #Dogday #hoppy hopscotch #craftycorn x bobby bearhug #craftycorn #catnap x dogday #catnap #bobby bearhug x crafty corn #bobby bearhug #bubba bubbaphant x kickinchickin #bubba bubbaphant #kickinchickin #gay #lesbian #silly #lgbtq+

[landofadonises]

Adonis Sports Cup & Olympics Festival - Watersports

Everyone, tune in! September's here! The Adonis Sports Cup & Olympics Festival is everything male masculinity put to movement and action, dressed in the skimpiest uniforms allowed for the sport, for the sake of movement, of course! This is where we figure out just which set of adonises are the best of the best!

Today, we'll be covering the watersports category of this year's festival--classic swimming, water polo, and a more recent emergence, water wrestling, finally being played at the festival this time around! The council's quick!

The swimmers this year are looking lithe and ready to thrive--flaunting their massive stompers as they prepare in the steam room, laxing up before they get to swingin' and kickin'! Remember, folks, you're a few years too late if you think anyone with less than a size 74 shoe is getting into this tier of league--for our friends over the pond, that's a minimum of a 32-inch-long foot! The bigger the better, though, and this year, it looks like we're graced with our first size 97 swimmer, a flipper in its own category that's just shy of 40 inches long!

Water polo's up to bat next, folks, and these men with the boulder shoulders have the pool looking more like a quarry than anything else! Look no further for some Dorito™-shaped hunks, built to span the width of the pool just from three of them, and they've had to increase the width of the goal yet again this year, as these men just seem to keep getting wider! The council has also announced that, if trends continue, they'll have to reduce the player count on each team from the recently-changed 6 to 5 already, because they're running out of space in the pools! No good shoulder-checking your teammates every time you twist and turn! We've got shoulder spans checking in ranging from 3 ft 7 inches to 4 ft 9 inches, and forget about wingspans--we got tired of measuring and were getting a little too close to running out of tape measure!

And finally, welcome to the festival debut of water wrestling! A fan favorite for the longest in varsity and collegiate play, we have three weight categories established this year, and the council's got a sense of humour--hunk, beefcake, and titan! The rules are a bit changed from what you're all used to, though! Due to the size of some of these men, the objective has changed from just getting the other competitor fully-submerged... you've now got to get them to the outer fifth of their side of the pool! It should be an interesting watch, but from our point of view, not all-too-thought-out, since these titans are waist-level standing up in the pool! Seems like the council just wanted a splash zone that'd make SeaWorld weep! Stay tuned to witness these mass monsters grapple with each other relentlessly, muscles writhing, teeth gritting... and there's word that Alpha Dom has snuck its way into some of these competitor's bloodstreams, so let's all keep an eye out for the signature sign of drip-tap nips and bursting briefs!

#supertall #hugemuscle #hypermuscle #hugefeet #macro #plausiblesizedifference #adonisfestival

[strawurberries]

Blueberry 🫐 10 & 11 for Vash, please

Vash: "I'll do it. I'll do it. Just don't hurt them."

Authors note: One of my favorite things about Vash is that you can see the rage he has, the anger he harbors against the cruel and the evil, yet he chooses not to give into his murderous urges and pushes on---activly working towards his ideal of peace. He isn't a character who was born peaceful, he made himself that way. That's why I love him so much. And, for this, I tried to dig into that little bit. I hope it did him justice :)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, kidnapping, blood.

“What did you do with them. . . ?” he stared at the bloody hands of the man before him, small red droplets sliding off the scarred flesh—plop. . . plop. . . plop. . . the blood pool beneath the heels of the bounty hunters started to grow. The edges of the red stretched out, like a hand begging to be held, saved. As he watched the flow of the liquid, all he could think was that it better be someone else’s and not theirs. . . not his lover’s. 

A vague, soul-eating feeling started to gnaw at his belly and he knew then that his thoughts would not aid him, nor would it aid his lover, the blood, or the desperately cruel people before him. 

“What do you think?” the bounty-hunter, the leader of the small group, grinned. “They didn’t tell us where you were so, we jus’ had a little fun. Right boys?” The group giggled and howled, recounting the screams and taste of the blood. “Who would’a thought you’d come ‘ere all by yerself? Hmm? What a treat fer us!” He crossed his arms, his fingertips smearing blood across his bicep. 

“Where are they?” Vash gripped the cool metal of his gun—rage boils and pops, bursting out of the pot it was forced to live in, shoved in some dark corner of his mind where he, and no one else, could access such dirty emotions; a twitch of his finger sent him tumbling over his morals, ideals. Anger rose and fell like the chest of some great beast, slowly climbing the edge of his spine; come on, the fear whispered, let go, won’t you? It’ll be easier. He bit down on his lip, canine digging into the dusty flesh. To continue as he is, or to punish how he so dangerously wanted too.

“Come with us and you’ll meet ‘em. . . if they’re still alive,” he let out a barking laugh, “they were pretty tough!” He tilted his head, “nothin’ a good beating couldn’t fix though.”

Bubble, rise, POP. How long until the boiling point is reached?

The crowd laughed, 

POP, bubble, POP, POP. Water can only burn for so long until it leaves nothing but a steam filled memory. 

The bounty-hunter turned to a smaller boy next to him, “is that brat still breathin’?” The boy nodded and said he had given the hostage one last kick before he left, just to make sure they were still alive. “Well, guess yer lover is still kickin’. How sweet.”

POP. 

POP.

POP.

A decision must be made.

“I’ll do it,” he threw his gun down and raised his arms, “I’ll do it. I’ll go with you. Just don’t hurt them.” He couldn’t hold his malice back—the pain and anger in his eyes so fresh and bright that one might’ve thought his stare could kill. He clenched his hands into fists, arms slightly shaking as he stared at his gun on the ground. 

POP.

POP.

The sound of bubbles breaking reminds him of the sound of gunshots.

POP.

POP.

“Don’t hurt them,” he bit his lip, drawing a taste of delicious copper, “please.”

The leader stepped forward and kicked Vash’s gun away. “You have a deal, Mr. Vash the Stampede.”

The crowd hooted and hollered, dreaming of riches and fame, while one man dreamed of red geraniums and bullet wounds.

#Vash #vash x reader #vash x you #vash x y/n #vash the stampede x y/n #vash the stampede #trigun vash #trigun stampede #vash stampede #trigun #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede x you #trigun x you #trigun x reader #trigun x y/n #trigun fanfiction #trimax vash coded #100 follower special #Strawberry writes #I actually really love this one a lot #Thank you for requesting!!

[blythebewitched]

Has Bubba ever tried surfing/Has Kickin ever tried teaching Bubba how to surf?

"I may not know how to surf, but I do love to relax at the beach. As far as swimming goes, I prefer to do that at the pool with Kickin."

#my art #do not steal #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime #headcanon #smiling critters #the smiling critters #kickinchicken #bubba bubbaphant

[fleshhhteeth]

Habit bites you say? 👀👀

Could I get

some headcanons going more into detail about that?

I don’t think it’s any hot tea to say that the community thinks Habit would be big into biting, leaving scratches, knifeplay, etc he be that kinda demon <3 and the kinda sub masochist that might be down to try that? I be that kinda person

Also you’re a really good writer! c:

Yes, yes you can :} (also thank u!!! got me kickin my feet in the air n shit heehee)

Suggestive / nsfw under the cut! Minors dni

HABIT biting / knifeplay headcanons (tw for mentions of slight gore)

He'll bite you for a whole slew of reasons, not just horny shit. Piss him off and he's getting in your face? Gnashing teeth. He wants to piss *you* off? Biting you while you're in the middle of something. Just minding your own damn business? You're never safe bitch.

It only gets worse if he's turned on tbh, but I DO have a bit of a hot take. Of course he loves digging his teeth in, leaving frighteningly severe marks all over you, and the rush he gets in licking up the pooling blood- But its not a one way street.

I think, under the (rather unlikely) circumstances that he's genuinely into you? He'd want you to reciprocate in the whole "literally ripping each other apart in every way imaginable" thing.

You're clearly weaker than him, and couldn't make a dent in him if you tried? He'd get off on just watching you try. Its cute, to him. Bonus points if you REALLY get into it. He appreciates the effort and gusto.

You actually stand a chance in getting him to hurt? Go fucking nuts, he'll let you. Yank his hair, step on his throat, choke him out, rip chunks out of him with your teeth, its all on the table. Being practically invincible, and having everyone else cower in fear around you gets really boring when you've lived that way for your entire existence. If you can physically manage to overpower him? He'll let you. (good fucking luck though asdfhksdfg)

On the same note, knives. Hoo boy.

I don't think he'd have the patience to like, trace up your body with the tip of his knife, or carve words into your skin or anything, but he would definitely get creative with it nontheless. Y'know how some people will do the whole "count while I spank you" thing? That, but with knife wounds. Sitting on his lap and everything.

And of course, he'd love holding that shit up to your neck as he pounds into you- genuinely coming close to cutting into the skin, pressing dangerously harder with every breath you take in. Who needs choking when he can have you desperately holding your breath all on your own?

On the flip side, he would definitely be into you teasing him with one of his own knives. Run it feather light up his abdomen, his chest, up to his throat, all he wants is for you to drive it down into him, and give him that weirdly euphoric release of agony. The anticipation is nice, but he'll never admit that out loud.

He wants that shit to hurt- like blinding pain. It sort of registers in his head like an orgasm would, since he doesn't exactly experience that level of pain very often.

HUGE bonus points if you actually have him vulnerable during it. (tied up, overpowered, ect.)

Tldr: this man is obsessed with pain. In any way, any method, any form, all of it. Doesn't even matter who's on what end.

#If anyone is wondering #Yes I did think WAY too hard about the way habit acted around the god killer knife #so audacious and intimate wtf #sadomasochist habit stans rise up #I may not be a masochist myself but I respect y'all for being so brave. 🫡 #emh #everymanhybrid #Habit emh #emh habit #Habit x reader #I kinda went to0 hard with this but an opportunity to preach my sadomasochist habit beliefs was too good to pass up. #Nsft #suggestive

[smiling-psychopaths]

How did you do it? Luring your friends them in, trapping them. How'd you do it?

And what tortures did you use for them? Did you have different ones for each Critter or the same one?

I'm honestly kinda curious.

-@picky-piggy

"I didn't expect you to come here, well, be alerted, it's gruesome. I lured them here by simply inviting them one by one to my house, sneaking on them and injecting a sedative into them, by then I was still considered a very close friend to them. And torture methods, DogDay, I simply use a simple but effective method called 'searching for treasure', where I cut open his abdomen, and stick my hooves inside, rummaging around in there like I'm searching for something, it's really effective. CatNap, I often forcefully make him drink or eat stuff filled with caffeine, and inject adrenaline into him, he hasn't slept in... about an entire month, he constantly sees things and has a constant splitting headache. Hoppy.... I use electricity, simple but effective. Kickin, I got creative here, I cut small wounds onto his body, before I throw him into a pool of salt, it's very effective. CraftyCorn, I like breaking her bones, for some reason when they break, they crack the loudest, really satisfying for me. Bobby, often skin sections off her and just leave it at that, it's really effective. And this is just the torture methods I do when I want the most suffering, I usually do basic torture to all of them, I also often use medieval torture methods as well."

#smiling critters #bubba bubbaphant #rp #roleplay #ask #in character #a lot of words

[bellybiologist]

TLDR: Verzi Need Money. Here Link for Helping Fill Money Bar with Money Juice. -Ko-fi -Commission form (Open again! Note the price increase!) -Patreon -Paypal.me

Okay! Verzi need money. So! Here's this.

This shitty meter here is just for a bit of transparency (Graphic design is NOT my passion), cuz people like to know where there money is going. This will fill up as with funds from my patreon (money I got this month is already there!), from commissions, and from any tips/extras given by kind souls in passing, and I need to hit these marks EVERY month for like… a year. (This is after fees and such of course, cuz god forbid we don't pay the middle-men their dues.)

I will update this thing as time passes so ya'll will know where I'm at. Reblogging/Sharing is welcome, encouraged, and greatly appreciated!

A bit of info for each section under the Readmore:

-Rent and Bills: The Most Important thing to Keep Verzi Kickin'! I pay half my apartment's now $1368 rent PLUS the utilities, which range from 100~200 bucks, splitting with my aunt who works 2 jobs to make sure she pays her half. Since my mom passed away from Pancreatic cancer in 2021, this has been rough since it used to be split 3 ways.

-Dental Costs: The face bone doctors want my money after drilling holes and pulling out the insides!! My face actually feels BETTER so i'm not as mad as I COULD be about this, but this needs to be paid for the next 12 months. (And they want MORE money to do a cleaning and I almost laughed. Like, no buddy you ain't getting 750 out of me when I don't even have a refrigerator.(See Below))

-Big Purchase+Credit Card bills: It wont pay off ALL my credit card debt, but it keeps me from falling behind. Since the passing of Michael and Fred (my microwave and refrigerator respectively) I need to make some big purchases so my kitchen functions. Michael has been successfully replaced by Mikaela, and we are still looking for Fred's replacement. Ms. Frida, the chest freezer who is literally older than I am (I am 33!!) and STILL functions is holding down the fort while we look for a refrigerator. We can live without a fridge thanks to her constant service, allowing us to keep frozens. Also, like, literally on the 30th of July, Monty the Monitor must've succumbed to heatstroke so i had to buy one of THOSE too for my computer setup. I will name all my appliances to cope.

-Extra+Taxes: Once we get here, I'm in the clear for the month's expenses! However!! Taxes are due in October. I DO NOT know how much that will be, and since the whole Covid relief thing that lessened business taxes ended last year, I MAY be paying for quite a bit!! Anything past this point will be prepping for Taxes AND forming a buffer for More Happenings (God forbid).

===== Rewards??? Rewards!! =====

I considered a Drive like other kink artists in these circles, but I don't like drives for several reasons and those reasons are why I've never done one in the past. Despite that, I STILL want to do something that at least feels like a reward or incentive for people keeping me Alive™, so I'm going to do some simple doodles/sketches, and possibly try to stream those doodles in my discord!

Every 100 bucks past the "Rent and Bills Paid" section (meaning at 900 dollars and onward), I will do a RANDOM drawing from any requests/suggestions from the pool made by people who threw some cash monies my way!

Suggestions can be sent in through Ko-fi messages, Paypal notes accompanying payments/donations/tips, and a Patreon-only post (they are always giving me money, so patrons have access by default!). Commissioners who send in the form can ALSO suggest something for the pool if they like! (there's a question on the form for it) Now, like all requests, it's ultimately up to my discretion on whether or not I will draw something, but I will still try to keep it random and let it be a roll of the dice (or a RNG app).

There is no minimum requirement either! So people throwing only $1 at me, buying only one Ko-fi, or dropping anything bigger are free to offer a suggestion. But please limit requests/suggestions to one entry per person.

Now, as to what these will and can be:

-It will be a simple lined sketch with one color or flat colors. Depends on how many need doing, how I'm feeling when I draw it and how complicated it is.

-It can be up to 2 characters, but they may be less refined compared to a single character one. They can be the same character in 2 different states, or 2 different characters interacting with each other.

-No private requests please! It will have to be something that can be publicly posted and that you're fine with being perceived by others.

-In terms of kinks/sizes/etc, it will be something that you'd normally see on this blog or for my work! Mileage may vary, but more extreme stuff that I'd normally avoid may be glossed over when I'm constructing the pools.

-Unlike commissions, these will not go through a WIP stage/be modified after the fact! They end up how they end up. If you wanna be nitpicky, please use this opportunity to order a full commission!

-You're allowed to suggest OCs as long as it's yours or its owner has given permission to draw them in the context I am known to put boys in!

#Help a sista out #verzi's art

[oatlybrandoatmilk]

okay so

first off, how come every time nona goes to sleep WE as the reader switch over to the jod backstory dream, but nona does not recount this dream to cam? all her dreams are griddleharky. i have a theory, itll come together in a sec.

second off, when nona is describing the last dream on the fifth day, she has to ~get physical~ with cam to explain it and then theres the fucking fantastic convos on what everyone finds sexy. i dont need a leap in logic this is a hop in place in logic bc its so sound—it was a goddamn sex dream.

third off, the text evidence that a piece of gideons soul is still in harrowbod? the ‘you fool youre killing her’ sounding like harrow, talking about gideon? they were BOTH still kickin around in harrowbod—even tho harrow fucked off to alectobod and gideon is kiriona or whatever

fourth off, returning to the first off—whos having the dream really? full theory time, hold your butts

1. Most of Harrow was in alectobod, having dreams about jods backstory

2. most of gideon was in her own corpse, doing sad bitch nonsense off screen

3. little pieces of both of them remained in harrowbod, with alecto, coming through in nonas dreams

4. returning to the second off—nona couldnt separate who was doing what action in the dream, bc lyctor soul mushing shit made that difficult, but hands were touching bods, shit was getting physical to the point of a need for demonstration on cam, and you gotta read between the lines and nonas childish outlook but—conclusion time:

The little pieces of harrow and gideons souls that got left behind were totes fuckin having some bonding time in some liminal space somewhere. and before anyone says ‘its just memories of the saltwater pool’ mkay okay when in any book previous has either harrow or gideon touched the other on the hips with both hands???? this is a new thing.

so like now that the year and a half long body swap stravaganza has ended and they MIGHT get all their puzzle pieces back—are they gonna remember their time as lost souls? and side note: if gideon had some consciousness in harrowbod in htn, im willing to bet she and harrow had some in ntn, and the pieces of their souls know what happened in those 6 months which has Implications

#nona spoilers #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #gideon the 9th #harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth #tlt #griddlehark #nona theories #nona the ninth spoilers #ntn spoilers

[scbingham]

A commission for @1wretched-thing1! Sky kickin' back in the pool.

(My commissions are still open!)

#I drew this #artists on tumblr #art commission #commissions open #fantasy #illustration #digital art

[jesus-in-the-womb]

Fat reader x Eddie helping her w insecurity

hmm... I myself struggle with weight, so..... this one will def be hitting home when it comes to the insecurity being voiced #sendhelp... (also, ik billy is dead by the end of season 3, but j pretend he's still alive n kickin it for this one time.. fanks:)(also no hate to billy or Dacre, I just see this being a realistic convo from billy)

"Listen, Tubbs," the words sounded from behind you, a hand firmly pressing to your shoulder blade to grab your attention as if the words hadn't sent you into a panic enough, "I don't know who the hell let you in here, but you need to cover that mess up." Your arm subconsciously wrapped around your stomach, turning your head to the side to stare up at a very menacingly Billy Hargrove. He stood next to you, one hand on your shoulder, the other on his hip. His lips smacked disgustingly against each other as he chomped on a piece of pink bubblegum.

You were overweight, and you knew it. The one-piece swimsuit your mother had bought you from the 'GAP' ages ago barely fit your slightly larger body, tugging against your skin and allowing bits of you to spill out of the edges. It was boiling hot in Hawkins, the public pool your last resort to cool off after raiding your freezer at home for ice and popsicles. You'd hoped Billy wouldn't be working today, silently praying that he'd still be recovering from immense wounds he received from the mall 'fire'. You'd think after almost dying, you'd act a little nicer, but noooo. Billy Hargrove was still a massive dick.

"W-What?" he scoffed at your words, pausing his chew to tug his sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose, making it obvious that he was eyeing your body up and down.

"Petting zoo is that way, Piggy." he pointed in the direction of the exit with a nod of his head, waiting for you to spin around and leave. You didn't. You stood there with a red face, staring at the wall behind his head, tripping over your feet as he shoved you in the direction of the exit. You walked as quickly as you could, not wishing to give the boy more reasons to tease if you ran, envisioning your body if you had with a tearful expression.

Your feet carried you to the door of your car, entering with a huff before quickly starting it and leaving with a screech of your tires. You'd been on the premises maybe 30 seconds before the Hargrove boy came to humiliate you, although you silently thanked god no one heard. This was a constant occurrence, finally caving and dressing slightly out of your comfort zone; which consisted of baggy sweatshirts, sweatpants, and leggings, only to be ridiculed by the community of Hawkins. It didn't matter if you were friends with the 'King Steve', hell they teased him for even being your friend, you'd always be an outcast, simply because your size was double the cheer captain's.

The second you'd gotten home, you'd changed into something a bit more comfortable, but still revealing, opting for a cute tank top and shorts to stay cool in. You didn't stay long, leaving your house once again without an explanation as you hopped into your still running car to get away. The only place you could think of was this stupid spot in the middle of the woods behind the high school football field. You'd found the area in your freshman year, the wooden picnic table quickly becoming your lunch table; up until you'd met Steve and the gang, the table long forgotten.

But, here you were, climbing onto the rickety boards and sitting down with an emotionally exhausted huff. Your feet swung in the open space, kicking at the air and gaining you slight relief as the cool burst of air hit your exposed legs.

The snapping of twigs and crunching of leaves beneath someone's foot caused you to tense up, eyes flickering to your left to catch a glimpse of a young man stumbling through the forest. His feet got caught on a root, sending him flying through the air and towards the forest floor, he caught himself in a push-up position, awkwardly glancing at your tightlipped smile. He threw a few haphazard pushes into the mix, pretending as if his entire plan was to do a workout in the middle of the woods on the ground, with you as his witness.

"Wooh!" he called out as he bounced back up to his feet, fist pumping in the air with an elated grin, "feelin' the burn." he walked over to the picnic table, standing in front of you with a bright smile. Your skin crawled, staring up at the handsome man. His eyes were making you uncomfortable, assuming that his trailing gaze was judgmental, even though he was clearly checking you out.

"Can I help you?" you didn't mean to sound so rude, quickly apologizing and opting for a nicer version of the question. He sent a nod your way, kicking at the pebbles beneath his feet as he gestured to the table, hoping you'd let him sit. You agreed with a curt shake of your head, carefully edging off the top of the wood to sit on the seating portion, hoping as to not break it, breaking something from sitting on it in front of someone being a huge but realistic fear of yours. When you made it to your spot without a creak or crack, you awkwardly smiled at him, waiting for him to start the conversation.

He stared at you for a moment, taking in the shape of your shoulders, bleeding into your neck, and trailing his eyes up to gawk at your facial features. He thought you were gorgeous, spending his (long and never-ending at this point) high school years crushing over you and your voluptuous body.

"What'cha doing out here all on your own?" he asked tilting his head as if he were a curious puppy. His curiosity was soon masked by immediate fear, after noticing the look of surprise and slight disgust on your face, "No, I didn't mean it like- shit. That came off creepy as fuck didn't it?" he asked with his lips pulled tight to his teeth making the most robotic face of oh my god I'm an idiot you've ever seen.

"Yea, just a bit." you tried to bury a smile of amusement deep inside of you, its metaphorical fingers scratching and clawing it's way to the surface to flaunt itself in front of the metalhead.

"Sorry, Y/N, right?" he asked, knowing damn well that he knew your name. He's known it since it was his sophomore year and your freshman year.

"Yeah, and you're Eddie Munson." you couldn't help but laugh a little as his jaw dropped, warmth spreading across his cheeks and down his neck at the fact that you even knew his name.

"I'm going to ignore the fact that you know who a freak like me is, and instead ask you a question," you nodded along, waiting patiently for him to speak, glancing down as his fingers picked around each other in a nervous manner, "why are you out here, you okay?" your body language shifted immediately, your person shutting down almost as fast you glanced at the tips of your shoes.

"Had to get away from someone is all, kept saying some mean things." to the normal eye and ear, your words could be heard as you reiterated your encounter with the Hargrove boy, but you knew better. You were attempting to run from yourself, the doubt and self-deprecating thoughts beating your brain to a pulp without remorse. Eddie wasn't one to pick up on the 'someone' being yourself, face pulling in confusion and concern.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but, do you wanna talk about it?" he asked, placing his head into his fists as they squished his cheeks upward. This pulled a giggle from your lips before a defeated sigh left your lips. It's no secret that your body was hideously large, might as well talk about it. No shame in your game right? Wrong. Major amounts of shame.

"Billy Hargrove was saying some shit, just being an asshat. That's all," you spoke dejectedly, deciding not to openly speak about your body, hoping that it would somehow magically shrink the fat from your body so you could look more like your good friend Nancy. He asked you to explain, respectfully of course, not willing to push your limits and test your boundaries for fear of you closing up again. You grew nervous, fearful of him teasing you about your weight as well, clearly not knowing the Munson boy well.

"He.... He was making fun of my body, kicked me out of the pool, and basically called me a pig." your eyes looked anywhere but at Eddie, cheeks on fire with embarrassment and shame. If you had looked at Eddie, you would've seen the way his features twisted in disgust and anger, his once inquisitive and concerned mood turned furious. He was incredulously asking himself how someone could be so cruel to someone as beautiful inside and out as you.

"You're fucking kidding me right?" he snapped, pushing from the table to stand in front of you, his hair flung about wildly as he shook his head from side to side in disbelief, "he can't be serious, can he? That's not right, man. Not cool." he began to pace, arm crossed and face twisted in thought.

"It's okay, not like it's a secret or anything." he stopped abruptly, turning slowly towards you as if you'd just admitted to something criminal. He stalked towards your seated form, almost like a predator would when advancing towards their prey.

"Okay? It's okay?" he stops once his shins smack against the thining wood, palms slapping down onto the pricily top with a slight crack, "Bill Hargrove is an idiotic bully, who can't see how truly beautiful you are. Your body is perfect, flawless even, in its own way."

You began to blush like an imbecile. Throat running dry at his admission. You'd never been called beautiful by a man, let alone one you didn't know. For him to unknowingly sweep you off your feet with a singular compliment, was the definition of criminal. Eddie Munson should be sentenced to prison for the way he was eyeing you hungrily. Your legs crossing subconsciously under his piercing gaze. This only made it worse, his fierce stare fixing on the plush of your thighs, watching the skin push against the tight material of your jean shorts. He licked his lips, walking around the table to sit at your side, straddling the bench, legs moving to cage you in between them.

"Every little thing about your body drives me insane. I don't think you fully comprehend how breathtakingly gorgeous you are." he placed a hand on your knee, eyes not daring to leave your face in case they showed a sign of nonconsent. You were overly consensual, following his lead and twisting to meet his legs with your own, placing your thighs atop his with your cores inches apart. His large hands gripped the undersides of your knees now, massaging them softly with a hint of comfort laced in between his sensual movements.

"You. Are. Beautiful." between each word was a pause, the gap filled with Eddie tucking your hair behind your ears and placing his forehead against yours. One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, loving the way you leaned into his touch, moving his remaining hand further up your leg to rest right below your hip, fingers spreading in a feeble attempt to grasp the entirety of the flesh.

He looked into your eyes one last time, nothing but adoration swimming in them, he used his thumb to trace your bottom lip, watching the flesh fold around his digit as he applied a small amount of pressure against it, "Can I kiss you?" he asked, sending sparks throughout your body. It was as if it was new years eve inside of you, the clock striking 12 and the cells inside you began to happily scream. You nodded quickly, praying that he wasn't messing with you, your heart wouldn't be able to recover.

Eddie wasn't a stranger, he was a handsome face and beautiful soul your eyes followed around the school like a lost puppy. His gorgeous smile is always the highlight of your day. The hilarious insults he'd toss at tables (somehow always avoiding your table, now you knew why) would constantly bring giggles to you. Unbeknownst to you, that was Eddie's favorite part of his day. Watching your head tip back with a giggle pulled solely from a joke of his, reveling in the pride he felt from making you laugh.

The metalhead wasted no time, pressing his lips softly against yours. It wasn't how you'd thought it was going to be. There weren't any fireworks, no butterflies, no nothing. Nothing but the feeling of home. Kissing Eddie Munson felt so right that it felt normal, familiar even.

Ladies and gentlemen..... I've done it again (*insert sick-ass dance move that I fail miserably at performing). Lmk how this was!! also @anon, I hope this is what you had envisioned when asking this. Or, at least I hope it meets your standards and you enjoy it!! It was a lil frisky and super fluffy, but I really enjoyed writing this one!! as always, I hope you enjoyed whores!!! <333333

#slight angst #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #joe quinn #joeseph quinn #nancy wheeler #billy hargrove #steve harrington #steve the hair harrington #king steve #plus sized reader

[princesscolumbia]

Ānzhuōniichuan - Chapter 1: That Butterfly Died a Long Time Ago

Thankfully, this particular idea is not a megawork waiting to happen, just a novel's worth of ideas and arcs that came to me while I was putting the finishing touches on Double Isekai ch. 9.

Summary:

Thousands of years ago, long before anyone keeping records even knew of the place, Jusenkyo created one of the more exotic pools in its repertoire. This pool would go unnoticed and undiscovered...until an idiot hauls his son through China under the guise of a martial arts training trip.

Notes:

As of the time of posting, all Romanized Chinese is provided via Google Translate, which we all know sucks. If you know enough Chinese to spot and make corrections, please do so in the notes and I'll make the adjustments as I get the chance. Note about pronouns: Kickin' it old-school with this one; When Ranma's (and others with gender-related curses) in male form, male pronouns will be used. Similar for female form and pronouns. There's simply going to be too much going on at various points in this to provide the necessary cues via narrative at all the places to show which body they're in without breaking the flow. (Plus, and this is a teeny spoiler for something that comes up later in this fic, Ranma is gender-fluid and bi for this one) (...I know, I'm writing a Ranma that's not a purely Sapphic transwoman? Me?! Who'd have thought?) Oh, one more thing; this has a single change to the established Ranma 1/2 canon timeline. Yup, just one. Good ol' butterfly effect means that this one change means a LOT of little differences crop up over time, and the change happening thousands of years prior means that there's a LOT of these little oddities. If you're reading and say, "Wait, that didn't happen that way..." it's specifically because of the one alteration cascading through time. ...claiming full credit and ownership of the OC, though. 😎

Preview under the cut:

"Pops, get yer furry ass BACK HERE!" shouted the now cute, short, and girly martial artist. Not cute! Rough and tough and manly, damnit! The ground they were running across was shifting, which made sense. The entire valley was littered with spring pools, it wasn't surprising that the soil would be loose. That said, she and her currently panda father were far too skilled as martial artists to let some loose topsoil hinder them.

Surprise human male to the face...not so much.

Ranma's one real thought as she took a human person's mass to her torso and head was, Hey, he looks familiar! just before he impacted with her. She felt them both slam into the weak soil and the entire surface started to shift. Thinking quickly, she grabbed first a handful of grasses, then a handful of the shirt the other boy was wearing and held on as what turned out to be the embankment of a bluff, not quite a cliff but close to it, that overlooked a section of the Pools of Sorrow. She felt her shoulders nearly yank out of their sockets as gravity hauled the boy down into the valley. Remembering the abject terror she experienced not minutes before as she surfaced from the source of her own life-altering change, she was not going to let that happen to anyone else if she could help it. "Grab on!" she shouted, "Hold on to something!"

The boy (Why does he look so familiar?!) shook his head to clear it and looked around before looking up at her, "It's fine, I'm a martial artist. Just drop me, I'll land in that water down there."

"Nononono!!! You do NOT want to land in that water!" she felt more than heard the grass she was gripping in her other hand starting to tear. She may have a fairly sizeable handful and her grip was trained by no fewer than four obscure martial arts her old man had dragged her to over the years that focused on weirdly specific stuff like that, but grass was grass was grass and this wasn't going to hold up under their combined weights. "Trust me," she practically shouted, "Falling in this water is very bad!" She glanced around herself, trying to find anything that would give her purchase to keep them from taking another dunk. Unfortunately, when the ground beneath them gave way, not only did it break off some of the bluff and take them down with it, the remaining earth, an almost wet clay from what she could tell, was angled away from her. She was basically being held aloft by tearing grasses and her wrist as she held the training ground's next apparent victim over what looked like a fairly out-of-the-way pool. Right over it. As in, even if she managed to swing him somehow, she wouldn't be able to get him far enough out to avoid landing in the water.

"I can swim, it's okay, really! Don't hurt yourself on my account, miss!"

"I'm not a 'miss,' you idiot!" At his baffled expression, she started getting a little frantic and it was coming out in her voice, cracking an octave higher than she liked, "I woke up with a dick and no boobs this morning!"

He seemed to get it, at least enough to react the way she intended him to, eyes going wide. Unfortunately, just as he was raising his hands to grab onto her wrist, his shirt tore. In Ranma's defense, it looked like it was an older shirt that had seen one too many days on the road.

Ranma felt like time was going in slow motion as the boy fell to the water. This particular pool didn't have a shoot of bamboo sticking out of it, so that potential fall hazard was, thankfully, not there. On the other hand, if he was a martial artist like he said he coulda grabbed the pole...not like it matters now... As the splash pattered to the ground and surface of the pool, she realized that this particular pool wasn't as deep as the one she had fallen into...not that it made any difference in the end result. Huh...I guess there's two girl springs...? she thought absently. The freshly minted girl made her way slowly to her feet, water coming up to about her thighs. The torn shirt was substantially more filled out in the chest than it had been previously, and the girl's previously black hair was now a shockingly pretty green color that somehow looked right on her and made the black and yellow bandana on her head stand out in a very cute and attractive way. Well, at least the springs make some real lookers, she thought. "Oh, jeeze!" she hollered down, "I'm so sorry!"

The girl looked up and Ranma could swear her eyes kinda flashed at her, but that was probably a trick of the light.

Just then, the guide managed to run down the path between the springs. "Mister customer...! Oh, another customer! Not need run so much! Was going to..." the man clearly wasn't nearly up to Ranma's fitness level as he stopped and huddled down, hands on his knees as he struggled to catch his breath.

As though everything else that happened weren't enough, she heard the sound of the grass tearing further and had just enough time to say, "Oh fu~!!!" before she felt gravity get its revenge and yank her down. She managed, by sheer dint of the training her father had put her through, to reflexively grab onto the one thing between her and the pool, which was the other teen's backpack. She found herself practically wrapping around it like a particularly affectionate vine, not wanting to test what happens when you fall into two pools on the same day.

Which was, apparently, a valid concern. "Aiyah!" gasped the guide, "Mister customer be very careful! If fall into two pools the..."

...which was exactly when the straps on the backpack, sized for the brick of muscle and bone the other girl had been not five minutes before and not the willowy (if well endowed) form the other teen had now, chose that moment to fall off her shoulders and drop Ranma in the fairly shallow water.

As she surfaced (not hard to do, she merely had to sit up...though that task was made a little harder by the surprisingly heavy pack that planted her firmly on the spring's floor), she heard the guide say with a very disheartened voice, "...curses mix..."

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry!" came a voice that sounded light and willowy as a hand reached down and hefted the pack from Ranma's body. This freed up her hands so she could rub the water out of her eyes and she looked up and saw the new face of the other teen...and found herself oddly transfixed, even if just for a moment. It wasn't quite like when she saw a pretty girl and her heart skipped a beat, or at least it was different enough from that feeling that she could identify it as different, but it wasn't anything she could remember feeling with anything or anyone else before.

"'S'okay, it aint like I didn't already take a dunk. Guess I'm just now double-girl or something." She took the other new girl's offered hand and together they waded their way to the dry bank.

"Very strange, not sure what spring customers fall in..." the guide's words trailed off as he scratched his head.

Ranma looked back to the pool and then at the guide again, "Aint it just another girl spring or somethin'?"

The guide shook his head, "Customer no understand; only one of any type of spring in all valley." He pointed at the spring right next to the one they had fallen into, "That Spring of Drowned Pig, tragic story of pig who fall into spring and drown over 400 year ago." Both Ranma and the other girl looked at the still water with alarm and very deliberately moved to stand over next to the guide, "No be another Spring of Drowned Pig until this one dry up or get buried and another pig drown in different, fresh spring. Mister Customer," he indicated Ranma, "Already fall in Spring of Drowned Girl, but I not see this spring before," he pointed at the still rippling waters, "Look like bluff fall, uncover spring, I think? Not happen often, but surprised spring not buried when bluff fell."

"Well, whatever," she sighed, "I...need pants. Can you get me back to my pack? And, I dunno, maybe help us find a cure or somethin'? We're both supposed t'be guys."

"Ah, yes! Mister Customer and other customer run away before I could explain; curse only part time. You always be cursed, but get normal body back with hot water." The two girls blinked owlishly at him, so he clarified, "Cold water now turn you into cursed form," he waved up and down at their new bodies, "Hot water turn back into mans. I have kettle at home, will change you back."

They both heaved a sigh of relief, "Well," said the new girl, "It aint a cure, but it's not as bad as it could be."

"Oh, gods!" exclaimed Ranma, "I thought I was stuck like this forever! Lead the way, sir, I need pants!"

(Read the rest at AO3)

#ranma 1/2 #ranma saotome #ranma #ranma ½ #ryoga hibiki #shampoo #bisexuals! #bisexual #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 link #au #alternate universe #butterfly effect #lgbtq+ #lgbt #lgbtq #transgender #transfemme #transfem #jusenkyo #cologne #r.5

[consumed-by-fandom]

Every Postal 1 Voiceline cuz I’m a fucking nerd

I couldn't find any actual written collection of the voicelines from the og game, so I uh. Transcribed them myself. For no reason. So here you go if anyone wants them, and I might do redux after I play it.

Warning the list is really long so like don't click read more unless you're in a new tab or you don't mind scrolling lmao.

Taken from this very helpful video (check it out for optimal reading experience): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6usSBZeMWA

“Bleed.” (Twice)

“Let’s blow something up.”

“Buckwheat!”

“Burn.”

“Burn, baby, burn.”

“Buttsauce!”

“Smells like chicken.”

“Ooh, hole in one!”

“Sorry, I’m out of hot towels. Will this do?”

“This won’t affect my tip, will it?”

“You’re gonna need a massage after this.”

“You should’ve gone to Disneyland.”

“I could really kill for a massage right now.”

“Get ‘em, they’re stealing all the tennis balls!”

“Sorry, he checked out already.”

“Who peed in the pool?”

“Ah, alternative lifestyles.”

“Awh, rip the birthday suit.”

“Nudity is offensive.”

“Some people have no sense of decency.”

“You must be freezing, lemme warm you up.”

“Watch it wriggle, rich bastards.”

“Now do you agree that the customer is always right?”

“Forget the brown bag, you need a body bag.”

“Shut the ten items or less crap, bastard.”

“What do you mean this lane is closed? Now it is!”

“What do you mean this lane is closed? It is now!”

“I can’t stand bastards with coupons.”

“Sorry, no refunds ma’am.”

“Would you like a free sample?”

“Clean up on isle five.”

“Now that’s a blue light special!”

“Here’s your low price guarantee.”

“Proudly made in the USA, baby.”

“What do you mean you don’t take plastic?”

“What? You don’t sell Postal?” (Twice)

“Ugh, smells like sour milk.”

“Ahh, nothing like the smell of burning government cheese in the morning.”

“Listen. Can you hear the property values going up?”

“Gotta love welfare reform.”

“Do it quietly. Wouldn’t wanna wake up the neighborhood, would ya?”

“You maniacs, you blew it up! …Oh wait, that was me.”

“You should remain still when injured. Here, lemme help you.”

“What a mess… we can’t have anything nice.”

“What? You’re pinned down? Lemme help.”

“Shake it up, baby!”

“Wow, this grenade works great!”

“I’ll see you in hell. (Laughter)”

“Aww, do you have a boo-boo?”

“Eat lead, sucker!”

“Today is a good day to die!”

“The exterminator’s back!”

“You’re gonna pay for that.”

“I am the angel of death.”

“Show no mercy.”

“Damn, I’m good.”

“Death is my master.”

“Death is my friend.”

“Do you smell something burning?”

“Feel my wrath, dog.”

“Die like the dog you are.”

“Mmm, I love a good barbecue.”

“Judge, jury and executioner.”

“Is it hot in here, or is it just me?”

“Killing is good for the soul.”

“Die, weakling!”

“Wussy.”

“All must die.”

“Prosecution rests.”

“Case dismissed.”

“Checked out early.”

“Keep the change.”

“Satisfaction guaranteed.”

“Is there a doctor in the house?”

“Beg for this.”

“Die.” (Twice)

“Don’t be a sissy.”

“Only you can stop the evil.”

“Feel the heat.”

“Get ‘em!” (Twice)

“Going, going, gone.” (Twice)

“Good one.” (Twice)

“Going Postal.”

“Hoo-hah!”

“He’s outta there!”

“See you in hell!”

“I like it hot.”

“Kickin’ ass.”

“(Laughter)” (twice)

“They never liked you.”

“I regret nothing!”

“Oh, baby.”

“O.J!”

“Only my weapons understand me.”

“Postal.”

“Sissy.”

“Slam!”

“Ooh, did that hurt?” (Twice)

“Do it for the gibber!”

“The gun knows.”

“You’re the man.”

“Only my weapon understands me.”

“Yes!” (Twice)

#postal #postal 1 #voice lines #I did this last night instead of sleeping #postal dude

[nonogram-hell]

HOW WE LIKING THE AJPW UPDATE SO FAR???

Seems like we might have to wait a bit longer for the actual Lightside/Darkside stuff to kick in... but man, the set for the Phantom is so cute????

Kinda saddened that so far it looks like a remake of 2021's event with us just having random phantom spawns, but maybe once everything starts kickin' in, we'll be eating.....

Also! The prize pool from the phantoms around Jamaa seems to contain items from 2021 AND some new stuff! Not entirely sure how many new items were added, but I'm excited to see how they look!

Super cool how Classic and AJPW seem to be getting an event that links the two...

Auaghah I can't wait!!

#nonogrammed #animal jam #jamblr #animal jam play wild #ajpw #animaljam #aj #aj play wild #night of the phantoms #notp