#love this little boiiiii

[hhhhleb]

Olive branch

Was thinking, what if Marc&Steven figured out that there is a third one, but had no way to communicate with him and they just? left a slight hint? by buying a fish? like 'we know 'bout u and we accept u' ya know? And Jake from all-gloomy&serious goes to just (✿◡‿◡)

Comics inspired by: Friendship bracelets but make it goldfish - Thousandsmiles - Moon Knight (Comics), Moon Knight (TV 2022) [Archive of Our Own] ; Finny Winny, my love..

IF u haven't read this ff yet, I highly reccomend it to u! It's hilarious:D

#moon knight #jake lockley #comics #fan art #love this little boiiiii #he's so soft and precious to me #fish that hiding in the pyramid is steven's #the little explorer #and marc's just chillin' #jake's fish seeks for trouble #just for the record #little!jake #didn’t intend to do this in au but this just fits well so I added this tag

[storge]

ZHANG LINGHE as Xie Wei Story of Kunning Palace (2023)

#story of kunning palace #宁安如梦 #cdramaedit #userdramas #cdrama #asiandramanet #cdramasource #dailyasiandramas #asiancentral #asiandramasource #zhang linghe #mymymy #ep 9 #dreamy sighhhhhh #thats my mannnnnn my guyyyyyyyyy my quick to bloooodlust anger someone specialllll #he was soooooo dramatic here and i LOVED it like yeahhh his rage is intenseeeeeee and he didnt need to do all that lol #his little red tint eyeliner is just a goodiee bonus toooo #sooo gladd this is the 2nd time around cause boiiiii i know the 1st was just atrocitiesss when he lost his cool lol #i need to make a whole set for boii along with our girlieeeeee

[derpygirl-draws]

it’s so funny what I’ve done to this fandom.

yall see Norman and just go 🫵 GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY

made my day I have ruined this blonde android’s whole reputation it is so amazing.

#welcome to dreamworld #wtdw normal man #wtdw norman #hes my stupid little goober #I love him and my bat boiiiii #Hehehe

[makenna-made-this]

Another lovely commission I got to do of a gnoll paladin and his sister. These two were a blast to design and I will think of them often~

☆Commission info in pinned post☆

#kenna commissions #dnd #gnoll #paladin #dungeons and dragons #makenna made a thing #other people's ocs #character design #hyena #monster boiiiii #they have my whole heart #if you're ever wondering if i remember your character #and wonder what they are up to now #even if it's been eons since I drew them #the answer is yes with my whole heart #i love all you guys' little blorbos so much #hope they're getting up to some Hijinks and Shenanigans #artists on tumblr #support small artists #commissions open #fantasy #ttrpg

[simpjaes]

Have you done a size ranking for Enha’s dick sizes yet ?•_•

not on my blog but boiiiii have i discussed this at length with oomf. let's go ahead and change that tho.

note: i was gonna include pics but tbh i don't rly wanna do that now lmfao sorry. im gatekeeping!!!! you don't have to agree with the sizes im giving them btw, some dude's just have monster cock energy sorry.

★ heeseung:

long and thick. almost too big, sometimes actually too big. takes both hands to jerk him off, and the entire expanse of your throat to swallow him up. honestly, it's so big that you have no choice but to feel each pulse and twitch of it when he's inside of you. the stretch is painful regardless of the position he takes with you, and you're not sure if you could ever get wet enough to ease the sear of it. you don't understand, really, heeseung literally makes you feel like you're being split in half but goddamn does he make it feel amazing at the same time. there are some men out there who have huge cocks and assume that's all they need to pleasure a woman. but oh, oh no no no, heeseung is well aware that you gotta know how to use it too. and boy does he.

☆ jay:

maybe not the longest cock of the bunch but definitely the thickest. for every deep part of you he can't reach, he makes up for it with the way he slams his hips into you, forcing you to feel every thick inch of him. unlike heeseung, you may be able to jerk him off with one hand but it doesn't change the fact that you can't fully wrap your fingers around him, and fitting it into your mouth can be a bit difficult as well. thankfully, jay isn't too worried about teeth when he gets to see you attempt to swallow him up. in fact, the little drag of them scraping the top-side of his cock is something that makes him shiver. he thinks it's cute to see you try and take all of it, actually. never feeling insecure over the fact that while he's definitely not packing anything over 5 to 6 inches, the girth alone is enough to leave a pretty girl calling out his name, begging him to go harder, telling him how good it feels in them.

★sunghoon:

long long long, but not as thick. the reach he can manage is insane, to the point that he'd probably have an obsession with snapping pics of his cock laying between your legs and measuring how far inside of you he's about to put it. visual stimulation, n all that. you can feel him deeper than any one else could probably reach, slamming into your cervix to the point it actually hurts, to the point he could probably have you pregnant in one fuck if you guys wanted to go that route. like that cum wouldn't have to go far at all to reach its goal lmfao jerking him off is easier than anything else, but giving him head can be a bit of a conundrum for you. you can lick and suck all you want with your hand jerking the bottom half of his cock but he's always gonna prefer the feeling of your throat gagging around him instead. he's gonna fuck the whole thing down your throat and adore the way you sound struggling with it.

☆ jake:

a perfect, average, nice cock, for a perfect, not so average, nice man. fits like a puzzle piece and fills you up the perfect amount. enough for it to hurt if he wants it to, enough for him to offer nothing but pure pleasure otherwise. the good thing about jake and his cock is the fact that just about anything can and will get him off, not only because the ease of which it'll fit into you, but because you love every inch of it when he does it. and sure, he can make it feel longer, he can make it feel thicker, all with just a shift of his hips. fr, and he's always shifting them too, trying to reach parts of you he knows he can't. every blowjob is met with gags, of course, because he definitely can't control his hips. every hand job met with the perfect weight in your hand, and every fuck met with a feeling of fullness that renders you capable enough to feel every second of his love rather than having to wince through it and lose your train of thought during certain positions.

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut #jake smut #jay smut #jongseong smut #jaeyun smut #hardthots

[professional-termite]

my dashboard nowadays is like

mutual 1: did a little art today :) *insert masterpiece that takes a few seconds before i realise its gay ship art*

mutual 2: chapter 4 of a reboot of my fic from 2018 *literal novel tier writing*

mutual 3: *reblog of bloody scene tagged #childrens hospital #color theory*

mutual 4: @professional-termite *reblog of mutual 3's rb*

mutual 5: i am going to kill god today

mutual 6: i am going to kill god today

mutual 7: *insightful information about mental disorders that are highly misrepresented in media*

mutual 5: god was already dead when i got there :(

mutual 7: i love john watson i love john watson i love john watson

mutual 8: i.m doing weed agane tday boiiiiis 🤟

mutual 6: should i wear a cloak to school today

mutual 3: i hate working in customer service

mutual 3: my fiance is beautiful and perfect i love them sm ❤️❤️❤️

mutual 9: guys what do you do when your fiance calls you perfect and uhh is nice to you

mutual 10: 9 and 3 are simps lmaoooo #good for them

mutual 11: if i think about the time blorbo rescued skrunkly in the 2nd movie and its parallels to their 1st movie interactions one more time i will scream

mutual 12: she deserves the world *woman i have never heard of until today*

#moots #mutuals #random #this is maybe an apology for tagging everyone lmao

[mamawasatesttube]

PLEASE say more about your lil guy from the Tim Gets Cloned and Everyone Has a Bad Time au

anon: "👀 tim gets cloned and no one has a good time au, you say? 👀"

YEAAAAAAH BOIIIII. this is one of the incredible aus that lives in my and @adjit's dms. <3

the premise: there's some aliens who really want a weapon that's stored in the fortress of solitude. of course, that door requires a kryptonian to open; the easiest way to get in would be to get a kryptonian to open the door for them. however, kryptonians are notoriously hard to clone. superman doesn't have any noted close human connections that he might bring up there, but supernova and red robin (or rook!) are a known couple. so they stalk, kidnap, clone, and replace tim.

the clone is given two things: an implant of all of tim's memories, so that he can act exactly like him, and a kill switch, so that the aliens can easily dispose of him once he's served his purpose to clean up loose ends. he just needs to keep up the charade and get kon to take him up to the fortress of solitude, the sooner the better.

now the thing is... a clone of tim, told to act just like tim, who knows that he's a pawn and will be killed soon whether he fulfills his purpose or not, will in fact act like a tim who is really, really depressed and just pretending he isn't. and he's conflicted. because he was made with the knowledge that his sacrifice is inevitable, that his life is nothing, that he needs to simply fulfill his purpose as a tool, all implanted in his head... but in the memories he was given from tim, he also has all these memories and all this knowledge of how kon was made, and how much tim loves kon, and how strongly tim feels about anyone who would treat kon this way, and how strongly kon feels about clones and their humanity and their rights, and he is... he gets real conflicted, real fast. he hides it, because tim would hide it, and he's going to imitate tim to the letter, but here's the problem:

kon knows tim really, really well.

he sees the signs of depression. he sees the conflict that tim-clone is pretending not to feel. he sees the uncertainty around affection. he sees the way "tim" just eats his ice cream, without separating out and carefully rationing the chocolate chunks in it to maintain a specific "chunks to cream" ratio. he sees the way "tim" slowly withdraws from him, as if every simple brush of their hands makes him guilty.

and over a scant few days, he puts it together. that's not tim.

he's immediately worried out of his mind (where is tim? what happened to him? who did this to him?), but he already knows that isn't this clone's fault. so when he goes to confront him... he's kind.

he corners him in the kitchen one day and says hey. you're not tim. who are you? and who did this to you?

and tim-clone freezes. the jig is up. he half-expects to be killed on the spot, except that he knows from tim's memories that kon doesn't kill. that kon is so, so kind to clones. and he realizes, concretely, for the first time in his short life that he doesn't want to die.

and he breaks down.

they're just sitting there on the kitchen floor and tim-clone is bawling his eyes out. (for the first time in his life!) he doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to keep deceiving and lying to the only person who's ever been kind to him, he doesn't want to die, he doesn't know what to do. and kon is like okay. well. first of all im going to give you the biggest hug. and then when you're feeling a little better, you can give me all the details of what Exactly is going on, who has tim, what they did to him and to you, and what they put in your head. and then i promise you i will fix this.

(it's one of those moments where you can really, really see that kon is a clone of superman. you can't help but believe that everything will be okay, because he believes everything will be okay, and you can't not believe him.)

anyway this post is getting so fucking long jesus christ okay let me try and wrap it up quick. they go on some wacky adventures to find and rescue tim. tim-clone is continually surprised that kon is so endlessly kind to him, even after he has tim back; he sees the way kon cradles tim so tenderly in his arms as tim sleeps off the stasis he's been in, the way kon strokes tim's hair back from his forehead and kisses his brow, and he yearns a bit. he doesn't know where he fits in with this whole situation. but kon turns to him and smiles and says hey, you should get some rest too. it's been a long day. there's some pasta in the fridge if you're hungry, too. and it's just a small moment of consideration, but it still takes him aback.

(there's a moment where he looks over to kon and admits, i don't know who i am. i'm not him, but if i'm not him who am i supposed to be? and kon smiles at him and says anybody you wanna be, buddy. that's the beauty of it. and timclone looks at him for a moment and then just quietly says ...you know, i can really see why he's so in love with you.)

when all is said and done, he and tim and kon all sit down to try and decide what he's gonna do now. they help him brainstorm names for himself; he decides he wants to name himself for the first person who ever made him feel hope: supernova. his name will be nova. and, sure, tim, robin as a middle name would be funny. nova robin. as for surname... should he be a drake? he doesn't really feel like a drake, but...

oh, that's easy! kon says. nova robin kent has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

and... yeah, nova says. yeah, it does.

#they're fambly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #this is so fucking long aouahghgh #long post #timkon #rimi writes #rambles #tim #kon #nova #nova OUR SWEET DARLING BABY BOY #we still have tomake him a playlist...

[mlm-writer]

Hot Air (Ratchet x FtM!Reader)

Pairing: Ratchet (TFP ver.) x Human!Chubby!FtM!Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 847 POV: Second Summary: Ratchet helps you dry off after a shower and then makes you need another one. Note: Look who is back from South Korea! It is ya boiiiii. Anyway reader has no bottom surgery and everything else about reader’s body is completely unspecified except for reader admitting they got and I quote “a little more padding”. Tags: alienfucker and robofucker time, size difference, established relationship, no penetration (do you want to die?), frotting/humping, and fluff and smut

You felt like a bun in the oven. The warm air Ratchet was venting out from the grid on his belly was getting hotter. You grinned and rolled over, now lying on your back. "Why so hot, doctor?" You chuckled. From here you couldn't see Ratchet's face, since his chassis was in the way, but you had a pretty good guess of his expression right now. 

"Just get off there, before you burn," your boyfriend grumbled, before extending his servo to you. You sighed and reluctantly climbed onto it. 

"But I'm still wet," you whined just to annoy him. You didn't know how this habit formed itself, but after every shower, you found yourself air-drying on Ratchet’s vents. However, some days your beloved had his head too far in the gutter to keep a good temperature. You liked it though. Just like now, Ratchet was extremely gentle with sitting up and bringing his servo to the space between his chin and chassis. You crawled in, enjoying the warmth of energon that flowed through the fuel lines in his neck. The mesh there was thinner than his normal plating, a little soft too, to allow for proper movement of his helm. 

You relaxed in that space as Ratchet relaxed in a sitting position against the wall. He was a bot of few words, but between the two of you, not many were needed. You could feel the increasing workload of his vents. The vibrations travelled through your body, giving you some spicy ideas of your own. 

“Let me watch you,” you hummed, before snuggling into his neck. You kissed the mesh and looked over your shoulder to see Ratchet retracting his pelvic plates. His spike was hard right away, dripping lubricant. His servo clasped around the hard rod. The oily substance made the glide of metal along metal possible. A shuddered breath escaped Ratchet. Your hands glided down your own body. You leaned against the side of your boyfriend's neck and watched his servo move as you started to rub your own sensitive bits. You were purposefully vocal, knowing how it could rile up your bot. 

"This is unfair," Ratchet huffed after a few minutes. You giggled and hopped on his free servo, which he had lifted for you to get on. You hopped off at his crotch. Ratchet held the tip of his spike and pressed it against his mid-section plates. You flopped down on it, pressing your body belly down against it. "Frag, you're so soft," Ratchet sighed. 

You ran your hands over him, finding the leverage you needed to grind down on him. You moaned at the friction. Humans were extremely soft compared to Cybertronians, but you were not afraid to admit you had some extra padding on you. Ratchet seemed to love it, always commenting on how soft you were, how he loved your skin on him, how he liked the weight on him. 

Ratchet was muttering those exact same things as you rutted against him. It was almost funny how well you knew him and how well he knew you. The latter was evident in how he could tell you were close. Suddenly, his engine revved to life. The sudden vibrations went straight through you. It was a nasty move. He knew exactly when to pull out that move too. You let out a loud, short sound, your orgasm ripping through you. 

Ratchet kept at it until he knew you were spent, then gently peeled you off before his own overload hit. You laid down beside him on your side, watching as Ratchet gripped his spike, optics trained on you as he stroked himself to a climax. You could see the electricity snap in sparks around his frame as he reached his limit. A low grunt escaped him as he trembled through his overload. The optics piercing your eyes flickered. When those bright blues returned to normal, you saw his frame sag, every cable relaxed. You gave him a dopey smile. 

Ratchet let out that deep chuckle that you loved hearing from him after every time you did this. You started giggling too. You started scooting closer, but he held up his servo. “Not yet, aftershocks,” he stated. You hummed and relaxed on the floor, not caring how cold it was. In fact, the coolness was even pleasant against your hot, flushed flesh. 

“Now I need to shower again,” you complained like you always did. Ratchet rolled his optics at you. You could not see it, but you knew he always did this. “But I bet I am not the only one who needs…” 

“Yes, yes, I will join you,” your boyfriend cut you off. You laughed at his reaction, happy that you knew him so well that you could get the exact reaction out of him that you aimed for. Ratchet extended his servo, the electricity finally faded off his frame, so it could not hurt you anymore. You climbed on it and let him place you on his chassis, relaxing for a moment longer, before you both had to clean off. 

#ratchet #tfp #tfp ratchet #transformers #ratchet x reader #ftm reader #male reader #trans reader #ratchet x ftm reader #Transformers Prime #ratchet x male reader #tfp ratchet x reader #tfp ratchet x male reader #tfp ratchet x ftm reader

[ur-dad-satan]

I’m certain that MC would purposely not introduce some vines to the brothers and use their reactions as entertainment. Like, I can imagine MC wanting to see all of the brothers' reactions to a certain vine like:

MC: *walking into Mammon's room* HEY!

Mam: AAH! What?!

MC: Demon boiiiii I love youuuuuuuu *wink*

Mam: *blushing* O-of course you love the Great Mammon! Why wouldn't ya?! And ya already know how I feel about ya so...

*.*.*.*.*.

MC: *walking into Lucifer's office* Hi, Luci.

Luci: Hello, MC. I'm very busy so if it's not important, please come back later.

MC: Demon boiiiii I love youuuuuuuu *wink*

Luci: *sighing* Yes, my Love. I love you too. *kisses their forehead*

*.*.*.*.*.

MC: *doing nails with Asmodeus* Hey Asmo

Asmo: Yes, Darling?

MC: Demon boiiiii I love youuuuuuuu *wink*

Asmo: aaawww MC!!!! I love you toooo!!!!! *kisses all over their face*

*.*.*.*.*.

MC: *getting snacks with Beelzebub* Beel guess what?

Beel: What's up, MC?

MC: Demon boiiiii I love youuuuuuuu *wink*

Beel: *grinning ear to ear* Really? I love you too, MC!

*.*.*.*.*.

MC: *cuddling with Belphegor* Belphie?

Belphie: Hmm?

MC: Demon boiiiii I love youuuuuuuu *wink*

Belphie: I love you too, *cuddles them tighter and smiles*

*.*.*.*.*.

MC: *at a bookstore with Satan* Tantan?

Sat: Yes, MC?

MC: Demon boiiiii I love youuuuuuuu *wink*

Sat: *blushing a little* That's very sweet, MC. I love you too.

*.*.*.*.*.

MC: *reading manga with Leviathan* Levia-chan?

Levi: *already blushing* y-yeah?

MC: Demon boiiiii I love youuuuuuuu *wink*

Levi: *blushing so bad and hides his face* Uuuuummmmm... I- you- erm- YOU DO?! W-well, I uhh, l-love... you too

*.*.*.*.*.

10 likes and I'll do the undatables

#shitpost #obey me crack #obey me shitpost #obey me memes #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #source: vine

[moonspirit]

Spill all the tea on Armin's commander kink pleeaasse 👀👀

I spent an unbelievably long time on this ask xD I love it!!!

I do hope you're an AruAni shipper tho, cuz that's how I went about this:

To keep it as true to character as possible, I believe being called Commander isn't something that gives him happiness at first, because y'know, how he earned the title was horrible...

But as he becomes used to it - being called Commander by the other Alliance members, by world leaders, during political meetings, on official documents - it turns into something that reminds him of who he is now. Reminds him that he can do what he wants to do, can achieve his goals, can get things to happen the way he wants. It boosts his confidence and self-esteem.

And when it comes to the bedroom, hoooooo BOIIIII-

Being a Commander is a position of power. It's HOT. Dominant. And it helps a whole lot that Annie loves it to death.

Now imagine: Annie, who can be a saucy little minx herself, tugging Armin into the bedroom by his tie and whispering in his ear "You shouldn't neglect important tasks... Commander."

That RILES him up. What's better than hearing the woman you love say she wants you to show her what you can do with her? It's a signal for him to show Annie that he can and will do what he wants, how he wants, and achieve every single goal he has when getting her flat on that bed, panting, wet, desperate and antsy. It helps that he's got that silver tongue and smooth voice she loves to have right by her ear, telling her what to do, or rather, ordering her.

But he won't give her everything she wants just like that. Oh no. There's a very special word for that sweet, sweet, painful and beautiful release.

"Commander, please."

Also picture a sexy photo(shoot?) where he's dressed in his suit, looking absolutely dashing and ridiculously good looking - sitting on a sofa. And Annie in her suit, looking drop dead gorgeous because she's a goddess, facing the camera, but sitting on one of his thighs. He's got an arm around her waist.

The Commander and his dangerously lethal other half. It's SEXY.

#anon ask #aruani #i nosebled continuously while writing this #Armin

[anxiouspineapple99]

Of Healing and Breaking Again

Chapter 3 Or The One Where We Are Discovered

Summary: On a mission for Cid The Batch encounters an unexpected ally. Together they uncover a sinister plan being concocted by the Empire that could prove catastrophic for the galaxy. Together they try to save their lost brother, stop the Empire, and come to terms with feelings they never thought would be possible.

Pairing: Tech x FemJedi!OC

Word Count: 4.1k (long boiiiii)

Warnings: violence, mentions of vomit, death, some swoony eyes from our Jedi girly —this is an intense one

A/N: this one was a hard one to write but I thoroughly enjoyed it. It may be my favorite chapter/piece of ff I have written thus far! Hope you all enjoy it too! And shout out to my beautiful lovelies of the tag list! You’re amazing! Thank you for reading and for the support!

Catch up on what’s happened so far: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Avery trudged up to the Marauder first thing in the morning, her stomach in knots. The boys were running the normal pre-flight checks. She inhaled and marched up to them, trying to feign confidence balanced with the overwhelming remorse she was feeling.

“Hey boys, I just want to ahhh…apologize to you for the other day.” Avery rubbed the back of her neck and stared at her feet feeling the rush of shame for how she’d acted. “I’ve been…having a rough time. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

Hunter stepped toward her, “Don’t worry about it. Go ahead and get comfortable. We’ll be heading out soon.” She released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She proceeded to make herself as unobtrusive as possible when Omega bounded up.

“I’m so glad you agreed to come! You can help us with,” she paused, peeking mischievously over her shoulder at Hunter, and dropped her voice to a whisper, “the mission!”  

“I heard that, Omega” Hunter interjected, not looking up from the task he was engrossed in.

Omega giggled and grabbed Avery by the hand insisting she wanted to give her “the official tour” of the ship. She proudly showed off the room her brothers had constructed for her, named who slept on which uncomfortable looking rack, pointed out the refresher, introduced Gonky, and presented Lula with a squeeze.

“And this is the cockpit! Tech says he will only teach me to fly when I can recite all of the Marauder’s specs from memory,” Omega grumbled.

Avery giggled at her visible disdain, “Sounds like he’s just looking out for you.”

“More so my ship, but yes. Some of that is concern for Omega’s safety,” Tech quipped over his shoulder.

“We are set, Tech. You ready?” Hunter asked, leaning on the frame of the cockpit door.

 “Affirmative. Everything is ready on my end.” 

“Great, let’s get this over with. When we reach the mainland we will split up. Tech, you and Avery will get the medical supplies. Wrecker will stock up on munitions. Echo will stay back to ensure we have no trouble with Imps snooping around the ship. Omega and I will look for Cid’s contact and hopefully secure what we came for. Any questions?”

Avery settled into one of the empty seats in the cockpit, attempting to draw as little attention to herself as she could. She woke up with a feeling of dread she couldn’t shake and it was gnawing at her. She tucked her knees up to her chest and shoved her nose to the screen of her datapad.

“You’re much less conversational than the other night,” Tech had turned to face her. His eyes crinkled as a slight smile crossed his lips.

“Yeah, wine does tend to make me chatty. This,” she motioned absently with her hands, “is your space. I tend to be reserved when I’m not in my element, so to speak. And I prefer listening to talking anyway.”

Tech narrowed his eyes, curiously studying every aspect of her before speaking again, “Yes, well that should not be a problem. Do you know where we are going to acquire our supplies?”

Avery nodded, “Yes. I frequent the same seller every visit. He’s reliable, trustworthy, and reasonably priced.”

“Excellent. You will lead the way when we arrive.” Avery nodded in agreement. 

She was about to turn her attention back to the pad when Tech launched into an in-depth explanation of the migratory and mating practices of one of the native bird populations. A little unexpected and she wasn’t quite sure yet where the train of thought had originated but it was interesting. She put her datapad back in her satchel and rested her chin on her knees, listening intently.

He’s pretty cute pointing his finger like that while explaining things. She smiled at the thought. 

“Ah, apologies, I am probably boring you.” Tech began to turn so his attention was back on the controls when Avery stuck her foot into the arm of his seat stopping him short.

“Wait, Tech. I’m not bored, I’m enjoying listening to you. I enjoy learning about wildlife.”

“Fascinating.” He adjusted his goggles, looked at her foot, and then leaned into Avery as if inspecting her eyebrows scrunched together quizzically. “That has never happened before. However, we are approaching our destination so we will have to continue this conversation at a later time.”

As everyone scattered to perform their respective duties, Avery noted the Empire's presence had exponentially increased since the last time she was here and something deep within was telling her they were there to find her. Avery pulled the hood of her poncho up, concealing her face as best she could hoping no security holocams captured her face yet. She walked so close to Tech she bumped him periodically. He took a mental note of her proximity to him and observed her body language to get an idea of what was going on. He finally broke the silence when he was certain of the cause of her unusual behavior.

“The troopers make you nervous,” Tech uttered, leaning in to Avery.

“A little bit, yes. Could you talk to me? Ask me questions? Anything to distract me until we reach our destination,” her voice quivered.

“Of course. What should I ask?” He countered with unflappable confidence.

“Anything. Literally anything. You could tell me more about the birds from earlier, or ask me personal questions, I really don’t care,” desperation was creeping into her voice.

“Why Nuna?”

“What?”

“Why did you name your loth-cat Nuna? Those are the impossibly stupid swamp turkeys on Naboo. A strange choice in name.”

“Oh,” a chuckle left her lips and her shoulders relaxed some, “Because when I got her I thought she was as stupid as a nuna, however I’m beginning to wonder if I was wrong about that. She had no real awareness of her surroundings and ran into everything; walls, furniture, you name it. She also puffs up like a nuna when she’s mad.” Tech smiled, amused by her reasoning.

“What made you choose medicine as a profession?”

She looked at him, calculating how she would answer without giving too much away not knowing what he had already discovered from his lengthy research on her.

“I like helping people. Fixing people,” she finally answered. “One of my greatest attributes and biggest flaws probably. I saw all of the suffering the war was bringing. To civilians. To the troopers. I wanted to be useful…a source of comfort and kindness in a war that had little of either. Most of my training happened in the field. However, I think I’ve become a pretty good physician as a result.”

He looked down as she glanced up at him, each holding their gaze a little longer than normal. Her eyes were so blue and her lashes were so long. They brushed her cheeks as she blinked. He hadn’t noticed before and now he wasn’t sure he wanted to look away so quickly. This had also never happened before.

“That is very altruistic of you.”

She had let her guard down, but that also meant she’d stopped scanning her surroundings. Unbeknownst to both of them was the small squad of tk-troopers approaching from behind. Impatiently they shoved through the crowd, with one in particular shoulder-checking Avery with the full force of his body weight plus armor.

“What the stang!” She yelled as she was thrown off balance.

The unceremonious shove from the tk-trooper sent her careening into Tech. In a single smooth motion he staved off her fall, his hands grasping her waist and hers clinging to his forearms. He shot a glare at the trooper before turning back to her. A flush had crept across her cheeks as neither had let go of the other quite as quickly as they should.

“Are you unharmed?” Tech furrowed his brow as he squeezed her slightly.

“Yes, thank you Tech. I am fine,” her stomach still turning though she wasn’t sure if it was because of the anxiety of the presence of the troopers or her proximity to Tech.

In that moment, that intimate moment of them holding each other she felt him. Everyone had a force signature, unique to the individual. Even the clones, especially the clones, were distinct individuals in the force. She could get a general idea of someone's signature from being near them. But this, the touch and closeness. She felt so much of him. He was confident in not just his intelligence but his physical capabilities. He needed no one’s approval. He loved his squad, no, his family deeply and would not hesitate to sacrifice himself for their safety. He missed their brother, Crosshair? Yes, that’s the name she was getting. He was warm, compassionate, and had a strong sense of honor. There was a tenderness there that was reserved for only those he chose to allow in and a selfish part of her suddenly yearned to be one that he allowed in.

“You are safe with me,” his voice was gentle and soothing.

“I know,” she said barely above a whisper. She cleared her throat and continued, “We are here.”

They entered the shop and began quickly checking off their lists. She instructed the man at the counter to add anything Tech was purchasing to her bill. He tried to dissuade her but she insisted it was the least she could do for letting her tag along. She paid and they prepped to leave when it hit her. That feeling, the Force was warning her. Danger. They were here. And they wanted her. Tech was uneasy too. She sensed that as well.

He looked at her, “Let’s get back, now.” She nodded firmly. She glanced at a group of troopers talking to some civvies.

“Have you seen this woman?” They asked, projecting a picture of her. Her breath hitched and she looked away pulling her hood further over her head.

Tech had also seen the exchange and immediately opened his comlink, “Hunter we have a problem.” Her stomach dropped, and she hoped that she wasn’t the problem he was referring to.

Hunter’s voice answered back almost immediately, “I know, Tech. We’ve seen them too. Just get back to the ship and we will lay low on the island until some of the Imps clear out.” 

“Copy that,” and with that he closed the link. “Remain calm and keep walking. We will be fine,” he soothed again, eyes fixed ahead of them. She was in awe of his unflappable restraint in what was, frankly, a dangerous situation for all of them.

They arrived back at the ship with no other complications, sans not completing CID’s mission much to Omega’s dismay. They quickly loaded the supplies and once on board, Tech wasted no time getting them airborne and back to the island. Avery leaned against the cold durasteel of the Marauder contemplating her next move. She couldn’t stay. They would find her sooner rather than later. She’d have to try to charter a ship off planet.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Omega, “Why is the Empire looking for you?”

She gave a half smile, “Let’s just say ideological differences.”

Omega tilted her head, “Oh. Us too!”

Avery was taken aback, “Wait, what?” Before any further explanation could be given, they were interrupted by a cacophony of swears coming from the cockpit.

Avery joined them but before she could ask what was wrong, she saw it. Smoke billowing from the island. She pushed through to stand next to Tech in the pilot’s seat.

Her eyes wide and her knuckles turning white from the vice she held on the headrest, all she could manage was a weak, “No, no, no.”

“Tech, I need you to land where we have some cover,” Hunter ordered. 

“Obviously” Tech said through gritted teeth. Echo leaped into the co-pilot seat ready to jump in at any moment as Tech brought the ship down. 

Hunter began formulating his next plan of action, “We need to get to the village and look for survivors. Echo you —“

“No Hunter. I’m going alone. You all stay here,” Avery cut him off, her mouth set in a hard line.

Tech whipped his head around, “That would not be advisable.”

Avery shrugged, “No, probably not. But your safety is my primary concern. This is my fight. I know that you know they’re here for me. There is no reason to put you all in more danger than necessary. Worst case scenario I hold them off long enough for you lot to bail. I don’t want you waiting for me if things go south.”

Omega’s eyes brimmed with tears, “We can’t just leave you!”

Avery knelt to her level, “You can and you will if you need to. My trouble with the Empire should not fall on any of you.” 

“We will hold out as long as possible for you,” said Hunter, placing a reassuring hand on Avery’s shoulder.

“Thank you. May the Force be with you. All of you.”

Avery rummaged through her satchel and pulled out her lightsaber. Clipping it to her belt she breathed in and closed her eyes before walking down the boarding ramp.

Quietly she made her way to the village. She reached out with the Force before it came into view. Nothing. It was the same sickening silence as in the Temple and her stomach lurched violently.

She fought back tears and vomit, “Now is not the time to mourn. There will be time for that later.”

Her home had been ransacked. She walked in and softly called for Nuna as she dug into her hiding places to gather her few necessary belongings: her medic bag, her healing crystals, the box with the second lightsaber she was building, her remaining credits, and her few remaining clothes. As she was about to leave, hoping Nuna had made it into the forest, she heard a mew coming from under some rubble.

“Nuna!” She grabbed her and tucked her on her shoulder inside her poncho. She crept through the village center making her way to Cira’s. She was hoping, begging, praying to the Force that her friend was okay. That she could apologize for their last interaction. That the last time she spoke to her dear friend when she was so harsh and bitter wasn’t the last time. She stood in the doorway, eyes welling and looked on silently. She carefully walked inside and covered the body of her fallen friend. Avery’s heart felt like it was in a vice looking into those eyes, still open with the fear she’d felt in her final moments painted like a death mask on her face. She reached out and closed her eyes.

She whispered as she laid her hands on her, one final time, “There is no death. Only the Force. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for speaking to you so unkindly. For keeping so many secrets from you. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, too. You deserved better.” She paused, sensing a presence. She walked back out to the village center, her senses tingling.

“We’ve located the Jedi, sir,” came a disembodied voice. She spun around just in time to ignite her lightsaber and start deflecting the blaster bolts.

Hunter was seated in the cockpit when his senses alerted him to someone approaching. He stood and walked to the boarding ramp where he saw a familiar face.

“Where is the Jedi, Hunter?”

“Hello to you too, Cross.”

“This isn’t a social call. Where is the Jedi?” Crosshair rolled the toothpick in his mouth irritably.

“Dunno what you mean, Crosshair. There is no Jedi here.”

“Don’t lie to me again Hunter. Don’t think I forgot what happened on Kaller.”

Hunter stared at his brother with a mix of sadness and frustration. Echo, Tech, and Wrecker all crowded behind him all wearing similar expressions. They missed him. They wanted him home.

“You don’ have to do this, Cross.” Wrecker said sadly.

“Don’t I, Wrecker? You so sure about that?” There was venom and pain in Crosshair’s inflection.

Hunter was about to say something when a voice came in over Crosshair’s open comlink, “Sir! We had the Jedi in our sights but she evaded us! She is making her way back toward your position.”

“Copy that, I am ready for her. Looks like you don’t have to tell me where she is after all. She’ll be walking right into my arms.”

Tech’s eyes widened in panic and his mouth twitched as he instinctively moved his hand to hover over his deece.

“What’s that look for, Tech? You fond of the traitor?” Crosshair sneered chewing on his toothpick.

Tech stood silent. He wouldn’t kill his brother. He couldn’t. He loved him and wanted him back with the squad. But he would stun him. He wasn’t sure why he was so compelled to protect Avery. He barely knew her. These new feelings would have to be investigated later.  For now, he  just wanted her back safe on his ship. 

Avery crouched at the tree line beyond the Marauder listening to the exchange happening between the brothers.

“Nuna, go to Omega! Now!” She placed the little loth-cat on the ground and she stealthily crept from the hiding spot onto the ship.

Once Avery saw she was safely on board, she tucked her poncho in the medic bag along with the rest of her belongings and emerged. As she passed the boys she dropped the medic bag at Echo’s feet. She made eye contact, nodding toward the bag to indicate he was to take it in case of an expedient escape and he nodded in silent agreement.

She returned her attention to Crosshair, “Hello there, Crosshair. I believe I am the Jedi you are looking for.”

Crosshair sniggered, “You have the arrogant bravado all the other Jedi had, I see. However, she’s the prettiest one I’ve seen so far. I see why you like her, Tech. I’m almost sorry this is how it has to play out.”

“Crosshair, I can help you if you let me. I know you don’t want to do this. I can sense it,” Avery said gently. She slowly approached Crosshair, hands extended. “I will not kill you, or any clone for that matter.”

“Touching,” he hissed through clenched teeth. His rifle was still slung over his shoulder and she wasn’t sure if that was because maybe, just maybe,  she was getting through to him or if there was a trap laying in wait for her. Just in case it was the latter, she drew her saber and assumed the opening Soresu stance.

Tilting his head and chewing his toothpick Crosshair leaned forward slightly, “Going back on your word already? Somehow I’m not surprised.”

“No, I meant every word I said. I am just not fully convinced you don’t have a firing squad waiting beyond those trees. I said I wouldn’t kill you. I never said conscripted tk-troopers would get the same compassion.”

Crosshair leaned against a tree, arms still crossed, “Listen sweet cheeks, this is all very moving. But I was sent to detain you, not kill you. I’m following my orders, though given the choice I’d shoot you on sight.”

Avery narrowed her eyes inquisitively, “No. That’s not entirely true, is it though. Like I said, I can feel you. You’re practically screaming in there, I can hear you through the Force.”

Crosshair clenched his fists and scowled, “You are a traitor and I wouldn’t think twice about ending you.”

Before she could argue the semantics of what government entity she was actually a traitor of, she froze her Force sense of danger screaming at her nearly as loud as Crosshair’s desperate pleas for help from inside his own head.

“Crosshair who is coming,” it was sharp as it left her lips. Panic was building quickly. She was skilled in dueling. She had to be. But she wasn’t sure she could hold her ground if she was going head to head against a Sith Lord.

A smile curled at the corner of Crosshair’s mouth as he shrugged nonchalantly, “That’s above my pay grade.”

She spun on her heel and faced Hunter, “Whoever is looking for me is here already, you need to go. You boys aren’t trained for what’s coming.” Hunter opened his mouth to argue but Avery barked, “That’s an order, sergeant! So help me, I will pull rank and Force push every single one of you into that ship. Do you understand me?”

“Hello little Jedi,” a sardonic voice cooed.

Avery looked back, slightly relieved to see that it was only an Inquisitor. It wasn’t a Sith Lord, but the Inquisitors were still sadistic, ruthless, and not her first choice in opponents. She immediately transitioned from Form III to Form V. Soresu would be fine against Crosshair and some tk’s since she wouldn’t have needed any offense. Just deflect, disarm, and run. Against an Inquisitor though? He didn’t have a blaster, his weapon of choice was a lightsaber, bled and corrupted crystal still screaming inside the hilt. 

“Good work CT-nine-nine-zero-four. You’ve served well. I can handle things from here.” 

“Crosshair,” she couldn’t help herself. She was staring death and darkness in the eye and she still had to say something about those kriffing numeric designations that made her blood boil.

“What was that little Jedi?”

“His name is Crosshair. He’s not just a number,” she hissed, as she idly swung her lightsaber around to warm up. “And you will refer to him as such when you’re in my presence.” 

A dark laugh escaped the Inquisitor, “Your reputation precedes you. Bleeding heart for the clones through and through.”

And before anyone could blink the Inquisitor closed the space between them, but Avery met that speed with her own, blocking the blow of the red saber coming down on her head with her own teal light humming and buzzing as they collided in contact. She called on the Force and for the first time in a long time she felt it strongly pulsing through her veins. Parry, parry, block. She let the Force guide her as she went on the offensive. Side step, block, parry, block. She realized The Batch were all still cemented to the ground staring in shock.

“Hunter! Go! Get out of here!” Her yell jarred them back to reality. She could see the hesitation in their faces before they ran back up the boarding ramp. Wrecker hauled Omega over his shoulder as she screamed for them not to leave.

The Inquisitor took advantage of the momentary distraction and Force shoved Avery into a tree, knocking the wind from her lungs and the lightsaber from her hands. She rolled as he surged forward, only just missing her with the blade. Catching her breath she dodged attack after attack still unarmed. She managed to call her saber back to her with the Force just in time to activate it and block what would have been a devastating blow. They were nose to nose, only their crossed lightsabers keeping them from touching. She could feel his hot rancid breath on her face.

The Inquisitor jeered, “You’re stronger than you look, little Jedi, but not strong enough.” She felt her knees buckling, the strength in her arms wavering. His eyes mocked her and for a moment she thought that she was finished. She closed her eyes, breathed in, and pushed back with everything she had. She managed to knock him off balance, nearly throwing him to the ground.

She squared up again, face steeled, “I am one with the Force. The Force is with me! I am Doctor Avery Leto, Jedi Consular of The Jedi Order. I am not a little Jedi. I am a healer, a peacekeeper, and wielder of the light side of the Force. And I will be a force to be reckoned with.”

The Inquisitor laughed bitterly, “Your emotions betray you! I see your anger and sadness, your shame! Oh that shame is delightful. And now I end you little Jedi, but alas will it be by my blade? Or should I delight in ripping out your trachea?” And in the next moment Avery felt her throat clamp shut. 

He’s made his choice it seems. Too cowardly to fight fair in a proper duel. Can’t say that surprises me. 

She only hoped she could think of a plan quickly as she already felt her consciousness slipping.

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Chapter 21: Part 2

If you've read Part 1, welcome and please proceed! If you haven't, what're you doing here? Click here to start from the beginning!

And who else should we run into but our friendly duo? Here at the *checks notes* ...Bad Jungle?! Are you kidding me?

This is one of those things that's a little too on the nose to be believable. But I swear this is legit!

We actually did manage to get through the dungeon first try. Now if it had been the Nonsensical Castle on the other hand-

No I'm not letting that go, it was literally Hell.

Teresa: "...Hey, don't you think it's weird they both skirted around the center of the path just now?"

Andrea: "No? Why would that be weir-"

AH!! WE'VE BEEN BAMBOOZLED!!

*cue Wilhelm Scream and owie-ow-ow sounds*

...Deepest of apologies for the deep-fried text on this one. I'm afraid it wasn't exactly salvageable. And as if things couldn't get any worse...

THAT'S RIGHT, IT'S YA BOIIIII!!

*rumbling noise*

...Someone just dun goofed.

Southern Beedrill, I love you so much. Welcome back, pal :')

To his credit, though... Totodile takes it and runs with it, demonstrating his commitment to The Bit.

This would be absolutely terrifying if we were unevolved Pokémon without an AoE move. But... you know :D

Although something truly baffling happens when we transition to the battle:

UHHH, TOTODILE?! IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WANNA TELL US??

He was genuinely a rock type and everything! I'm honestly at a loss. I've never seen this happen before, and I have no explanation for it.

Also, here's proof this place is called the Bad Jungle. If you even care.

This fight wasn't too bad, actually! One Rare Fossil was all we needed to knock out Tropius, and Blizzard took down almost everyone else. Mewtwo needed an extra hit, but that was no problem. Really, the worst part was facing down the Suddenly-Aron Guildmaster... It went something like this:

Andrea: *repeatedly using Octazooka* Teresa: *repeatedly using Mud Slap and dropping accuracy* Aron: *keeps hitting us anyway and brings both HP bars down to red* Team Heavenly: *has no healing items and begins to nervously sweat*

Thankfully, he finally began missing when it mattered and we triumphed!

"Let's skedaddle, boys!"

"Well, they're certainly good at... skedaddling."

Sureee Linoone, go ahead and play the innocence card! I'm looking right through you 👁👁

And that's putting it mildly.

FYI: I'm skipping over the whole "Teresa using the Dimensional Scream because this treasure box seems sketch and could be a trap" thing because it's... not really necessary to the story.

...Annnnd here's the cincher. *shakes ten-year-old me for being too dumb to have all doubt expelled at this reveal* Gosh, we've managed to hit 30 images already, so I suppose let's move on to Part 3. I liked it better when I just crammed in as many photos as I could...

#pmd explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #randomizer #post game #the guild's graduation exam #chapter 21

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[aego-philautia]

💜❤️!!AegoAegoAego!!💜❤️

Philautia; (φιλαυτία, philautía) means "self-love". To love oneself or "regard for one's own happiness or advantage"... Hello Hello! I'm Aego🫶🏾 Silly goat artist who draws ppl in love(and occasionally other things on my main, @aegos-eros)

BYF:

No pro/comship interaction pls! Thank you!

Minors may interact, but pls don't follow me as I have little to no filter abt what I say. Especially when it's Aego Simping Hours™️. If I check and you have no age/are under 18 I will softblock.

I am a black sapphic bi cis woman. If you have a problem with any of that then please leave💜

I am also some flavor of asexual. Aegosexual describes me best(Okay with fantasizing/interacting with nsfw things, not actually doing them. Link to a vid that explains more if ur interested ^.^)

OC x Canon/selfship truther, argue with the wall

I typically refrain from discourse/stressful topics for my own mental health, if I do speak/reblog anything it will be tagged with: #🕸️ bc spiders scare me

I also get high/drink, pls block the tag: #🍃🍹 This is not a suggestion block it now/hj

💜About Aego💜

ADHD + social anxiety(along w The Others™️), but I still love talking to ppl!! Ask/talk to me about whatever, If I can, I'll answer🫶🏾

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POC, Bi(woman leaning), Aegosexual 🖤💜🤍

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Aspriring Drawerw(Artist)

Genshin, Honkai Star Rail, Stardew Valley, Rimworld, Starbound, Other games i can't remember rn...

Ill put more stuff here eventually✨💫

Ships!!

Ten x Kazuha (TenKazu) (My loves💜❤️)(Iffy on Sharing🫠)

[Unnamed Moth OC] x Carmilla Carmine (a pic of Carmilla bc i don't have ship art of them yet💔💔)

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more to be added as necessary 😊

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[undeadheir-if]

thank you so much @ya-boiiiii for asking this!

[ALTERNATE TEXT: ya-boiiiii asked: Tumblr hates me when I'm anon, the asks won't send BUT if it's not an inconvenience, what are your favourite little details (like think sprinkles ona sundae type) about the undead ROs? END TEXT]

LORELAI (F!LUCKY) I love how mean she is. I know that's not a little detail because, when you meet her in game, meanness is like a pretty big trait of hers. As I'm writing and getting to know these characters, I find that I'm having the most fun putting together Lorelai's scenes because of that aspect. It's also really fun thinking about why she acts that way. Also for little stuff, I love her attention to detail. It's something that was instilled in her by her mother, and I love how much she cares about things.

LEO (M!LUCKY) Similarly to Lorelai, Leo is an asshole, but in a much different way than his twin. Also, super fun to write, but I really like his capacity of wanting not to be that way. Lorelai's abrasiveness is more of a defense mechanism, whereas Leo's is more of a learned behavior. I also love his compassion and love for his mom (even though that love is probably unhealthy as hell.)

JASON is a quiet character and I really really love that about him. He's sensitive but he doesn't like to show it. He's also kind of a huge dork. Again, not that he'd show it. He likes comics and sci-fi.

AMARA is fierce, in everything she does, from how she loves to how she protects to how she teaches. With everything she does Amara goes all in. There is no such thing as half-assing something for her, and it's something I really admire about her. Also she loves plants, but despite being a farmer's daughter, she's terrible at keeping them alive.

JESSE if this took place in the modern day, I feel like Jesse would be a style influencer, or at least have like one of those outfit-of-the-day instagrams. I love their fashion sense, and how much they care about their outfits. Fashion for them is their creative outlet, and being in such a (relatively) boring line of work--god knows they need one. That isn't to say Jesse doesn't enjoy what they do, in fact, they take solace in the monotony of their work most often--but bookkeeping isn't a field that really allows for a lot of creativity. Additionally! Jesse is something of a bird-nerd. They have a few bird-houses and humming bird feeders around their porch, and watching the birds hang around their property is just something they enjoy alot of.

LAZARUS there's nothing small about Lazarus, details included. Everything about them from their voice to their personality to their physical presence is big.

#thank you so much for the ask!! #sorry it took a minute i had to Think About These #ya-boiiiii #ask #lucky harding #lorelai harding #leo harding #amara bridgers #jason reyes #jesse marks #uh lazarus

[kayssweetdreams]

Nightmaren Babies Ch 5

Meanwhile, Back on the Isle, a few minutes earlier...

The human visitors continued to play while the maestros caught up with NiGHTS, and showed them around the theater. Mei was currently helping the Tims stack each other upwards, while Leo and Emma were getting playfully "attacked" by the fluffy birdlike creatures. Aria smiled as the kids played, before she heard something...something that sounded like. A slide whistle? "Um...did anyone else hear that?" She asked. Rebecca raised an eyebrow "Um...Hear what?" She asked, looking up from her current drawing.

Aria looked around, hoping to see what could have made the sound, but didn't spot anything out of the ordinary. 'Maybe it was just Balan playing a joke...' she thought, until she felt a gaze boring into the back of her head. She then heard the Tims chipping in terror, as well as one of Kaylo's panicked yelps as a shadow lifted up behind her. Aria's eyes went wide before she saw the intimidating form of Reala hovering behind her. Aria immediately shot towards the kids and stood in front of them protectively.

Reala raised a non existant eyebrow at the gesture, but he didn't forget why he even followed in the first place "Well Well...If it isn't the little visitors that broke the "perfect" dream." He sneered "H-How did you get here Reala?" Leo asked, standing protectively in front of Emma "Oh little visitor. If my traitorous sibling could come here, why can't I?" He asked in a condescending voice. The kids narrowed their eyes at the nightmaren general, but they still were a bit afraid. After all, Wonderworld was just a theater trip away from the real world.

"W-Why are you here?" Emma asked, her voice quivering with fear. Reala's eyes glared into her soul "I need to find those incompetent maestros that DID this to me." He said, planting his feet on the ground, only to have it make a very humorous "BOIIIIIING!" sound. The humans snorted at Reala's not so threatening sound effect, much to his annoyance. "You may laugh at me now. But once your precious maestros undo their magic on me, I will bring my master here, and he will lay waste to this pathetic world...and your own." He threatened.

The snorts and giggles died at Reala's threat, when he then grabbed Kaylo by the front of her dress "NOW WHERE ARE THEY!!" He yelled in her face "I-I-I DON'T KNOW!!" Kaylo shrieked. That wasn't the answer that Reala wanted. In a effort to get her to talk, he began to float higher above the Isle of Tims, so that they were a good distance away from the clouds. "Tell me where your little maestro friends are, Or you are in for a long fall down." He threatened, now holding her by the back of her dress. The pink haired girl squealed in terror as she saw the height of her impending Doom, when Aria did something. She began calling out for the maestros.

"BALAN! LANCE!! YOU HAVE TO HELP US!! WARN NiGHTS! REALA IS HERE!!" She yelled. Reala's eyes widened as he tossed Kaylo onto the Isle above the Isle, and having her precariously hanging off the edge, as floated down towards the young woman. "Now that I think about it, me and my sibling have some unfinished business to resolve." He said, before gazing at her. "And as much as I would love to use you as blackmail, I need to find my sibling. But let it be known. This isn't over yet." He said before soaring off to who knows where to find NiGHTS.

When the maestros DID finally arrive, they could see the paled faces of the humans, as well as seeing Kaylo hanging for dear life above the Isle. "My goodness! What happened here? What had occurred that instilled much fear?" Balan asked, trying to soothe them all "REALA happened." Trisha Jane said. The maestros froze at her words "Don't take this the wrong way. But what did you say?" The positive maestro asked. "Reala! He's here! And he's looking for you, NiGHTS and Lance!" Aria said.

The maestros paled. How did they not see Reala enter Wonderworld? "You have to find NiGHTS and warn them!!" Rebecca yelled. The two maestros nodded before feeling two presences inside the Theater, but it felt like they were...fighting? "I think Reala already found NiGHTS. And now they are in the middle of one of their fights." Lance said, bringing himself, and Kaylo to the ground. "You have to find them!!" Aria pleaded.

Both maestros nodded as they snapped their fingers and transported themselves back to the theater where they felt NiGHTS and Reala were, but strangely enough...there was the sound of very young wailing. The two maestros rushed towards the sound, and stopped in shock.

For there were two baby jester like beings on the ground, bawling their eyes out, in front of a backwards wound watch that read "NiGHTS and Reala"...

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

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