#oooh this one has colors lmao

[ladyofthecreeddraws]

Hey, did you know Pour One Out by @aevallare makes me insane and you should go read it, if you haven't already?

They kiss in the latest chapter jsyk.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #auri #tav #pour one out #oooh this one has colors lmao #bisexual lighting for the bisexuals <3 #astarion would wear ripped jeans and he'd also wear a red cardigan with no shirt underneath trust me on this #fanart #m'art

[giggly-argent]

Late Lunch

lmao this Technically isn't finished but I gave up at the end so! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (loosely based it off tht one pic of Ori that I'll put below the cut ♡)

Word Count: 3184

The employee lounges in Aster's castle were just as decorated as the rest of the palace, with the spaces for the highest ranking officials being the most lavish. Massive windows overlook the well-manicured courtyard garden, bathing the room in soft, golden light. Rich tapestries line the walls, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant colors. The centerpiece of the room is a massive oak coffee table, surrounded by plush sofas and armchairs, perfect for weary officials after a hard day's work. This particular break room was reserved for the (mostly) admirable young captains of the West Wing, but two far less admirable freeloaders had found themselves lounging there instead.

Orion was sprawled out on one of the plush couches, his ruby eyes half-lidded as he watched his fellow nuisance Homare make his ninth or tenth dizzying lap around the room. The silent demon seemed to be in a daze, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his black jeans and his head tilted up at the ceiling. As nice as it was to not have the younger menace causing a fuss, his atypical dawdling was starting to bother Ori.

“Dude, what're you on? You're looking like a fuckin’ zombie.” Orion snickers aloud, finally pulling Homare from his listless trance. He stops in his tracks and pulls his right hand from his pocket, cupping it to make a simple gesture down his chest: he was hungry.

The ever smug rockstar just waves towards the door, earning a blank stare from his restless friend. "Uh, you know the biggest food court in the kingdom is right out there," he snorts, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "And it's all you can eat, unless you're expecting me to pay for ya'!”

Internally, Homare's thoughts were racing. “This dumbass knows that's not what I mean, right? Or maybe I never told him... no he HAS to know already, it's obvious-” His face scrunches up in frustration as he tries to think of a way to convey his intentions.

"...Well, if money's really that tight, I don't mind covering this time, eheh..." Orion's playful smirk grew more tense as he switched his tone. While Homare was lost in thought, his piercing emerald stare was practically boring through Orion's head. Homare snapped from his trance again, shaking his head and slouching over in exaggerated defeat.

"I-N-C-U-B-U-S," his fingers spelled out, his antsy gaze now aimed at the floor to avoid eye contact. He idly rocks on his heels, almost as if he were embarrassed by his predicament. "I need to feed." He signs feebly, and Ori could hear a quiet, unintelligible grumble from under the man's cloth mask.

"Oooh wait, I get it!" Homare rolls his eyes as the lightbulb goes off above Orion's head.

"Shit, I got a roommate just like you. We help him out all the time- his dumbass always forgets to feed when we're out touring-" The star rambles on, tugging at the collar of his jacket and brushing his hair back to reveal a few telling hickeys around his neck and shoulders.

Homare's pale face goes beet red and he straightens up fast. Why did those marks look so… fresh? Before he could let his mind get carried away for a third time, the exasperated demon tried clear the air as fast as possible. “Not that way!" Now both of hands were out, and more irritable murmurs accompanied his dramatic signing.

Orion tilted his head and stood up from the couch, strolling right over to the blushing man. "Riiiiight... So how do you do it then?" With his hands on his hips, the taller demon's casually flirty look only twisted Homare's thoughts even more.

Homare blinks up at him, appearing starstruck for a moment before his lips curl into a faint smile under his mask. The oddball doesn't give a clear response yet. He quietly snickers to himself, only leaving Orion more curious than before.

"C'mon, spit it out~" Orion lets out a playful whine, nudging the incubus with his elbow. "You're killin' me here, dude!" Much to his annoyance, Homare just crosses his arms and gives a nonchalant shrug, playing more coy than usual.

"Hah, don't lie to me, you bra-HAHT!!" All at once, every last drop of smugness vanished Orion's voice once he felt something soft brush against the shell of his ear. He frantically scans the room, not noticing a faint purple glow from Homare's hands. Two glittering, enchanted purple feathers soon revealed themselves from behind Ori's wild mane before fluttering over his pointed ears.

"B-Broho, the fuck are you doing?!" The startled man sputters, snatching one of the plumes out of the air while clumsily stumbling back to dodge the other. "That... Doesn't work on me!”

"Not ticklish?" Orion didn't expect to shiver just from seeing the word signed out, and that hungry, almost predatory look on Homare's face wasn't doing him any favors either. Nevertheless, he tried to keep cool, hoping he could shake the troublemaker off before he learned too much.

"Neh-Nuh uh, it just, uh... It felt weird!" Foolishly, Orion thought he could laugh it off for the time being, until a gentle push to his chest pressed him back against the wall. That little weirdo really had him cornered… But that aura of yearning in his often unreadable eyes made the rockstar's heart pound in his chest.

"We'll do it your way, then." Homare briefly leaned back just to let Orion see him signing. He then slowly tugged at the other's jacket, but he barely had a chance to feel it before Ori eagerly ripped it off himself. His own hands wrapped around Homare's hips and yanked him closer, erasing the gap between the two.

"Aww! Look at you, tryna be all dominant-" Ori chuckles, his goofy, boyish charm still slipping through his seductive front. Homare only hummed and tilted his head, too close to sign a response. Instead, he did the next best thing.

Slender gloved hands trailed down Ori's arms, only stopping to graze the bare skin of his waist. Even through his hunger, Homare was still one step ahead of his target, distracting him with the unfamiliar, yet extremely welcomed advances all while he worked his other magic more subtly.

Ori's racing heart nearly leapt from his body when his wrists were grasped tight, and it didn't take long for him to spot the familiar purple magic forcing his arms up behind his head. Before he could protest, the taller punk's toned waist was stretched taut, leaving him vulnerable in front of the famished incubus. He knew he was seeing traces of a grin under that dark mask now…

“H-Hold on!" Ori's eyes widened when Homare turned away from him. He ignored the man’s preemptive begging, summoning a small portal to sift through his storage. "I was just jokin', babes! Doesn't matter who tops, I'm not that pick- what the fuck are those-"

When he spun back around, Homare was holding several wooden sticks in one hand, and he waved the portal shut with the other. The tools almost looked like ear picks, but the size and sturdiness of the plumes at the end let him know they weren't meant for an average grooming.

Homare didn't grace him with a spoken or signed answer, deciding to give him a more hands on introduction instead. Holding the other four tools in one hand, he traced the feathery tip of the last one over Orion's bare stomach. If the punk wasn't actually ticklish like he claimed to be, he might've noticed Homare was just signing his own name. Instead, his eyes were squeezed shut, fangs clamping down on his lip to hold his giggles in.

"Shihit-!" Ori pressed against the wall, trying not to squirm too much that would give away his ticklishness after all. The round plumes looked pillowy soft, but held just enough firmness to make him jolt and whimper with every stroke.

Homare, being a jerk as usual, stealthily conjured up a small magic hand by his captive's side: those purple fingers then briefly drilled near Ori's back where it met the wall. The punk nearly screamed in surprise and arched his back, giving Homare the opportunity to press the fluffy tool right into his navel and give it a spin.

"GAHAH-?! Oh fffuhuhck you!" It all happened so fast; Orion couldn't stop the quick bark of laughter that forced its way out. He tried to glare at the bratty incubus, but that stupidly cute, cocky look in his eye made Ori give up instantly- or maybe it was that twirling tool in his navel. "D-Don't look at me like thaHAHAT!!"

As if he hadn't had enough surprises, he felt another plume dancing along his skin. The spare magic hand kept the other three tools nearby, while Homare dragged two of them over Ori's waistline. More strained snickers slipped from the punk's lips, just feeding into Homare's urges even more.

How did these stupid things tickle so bad? Even Homare was surprised by how effective they were. His regular victims usually required a lot more effort to crack, but Orion, as tough as he pretended to be, seemed to crumble at the softest touches. With a longing sigh, Homare slowly started to drag the plumes upwards, drawing more panicked prattling from the bound man.

"Nnonohoho don't you fucking dahahare- Ahaha wahahAIIT!!" The incubus paused surprisigly enough, holding the tools right below Orion's underarms.

He'd noticed Ori reaching a new level of struggling once he got a liiiitle too close to his armpits- definitely a weak spot. As much as he would've loved to keep slowly teasing the punk over and over, gradually breaking him down with those soft, calculated strokes… He'd have to save that for a day when he didn't feel like he was withering away from hunger.

Orion felt a wave of relief wash over him when Homare stepped back, tossing the two sticks in the air, but that feeling was painfully short-lived. The hand holding the remaining tools split into three separate wisps of magic at the dull snap of Homare's fingers, and two similar wisps caught the others that he tossed. Now all five of the fluffy plumes were poised directly over Ori's bare body, just waiting on the cue to strike.

"Ahh..." Homare noticed his captive breaking a sweat, and clasped his hands together. That nervousness was so cute- it always made his meals more flavorful! On the other end, Orion managed to break his focus from the (non)threatening picks hovering around him, putting on a wide, antsy grin. "Homareeee… Are you trying to kill me?"

Homare shook his head at the pretty-boy's whining, which drew the next question from him. "Are... you mad at me?" Yet another nonverbal ‘no’, and the oblivious man took that as a sign to relax. "...So that means you'll let me go now, right?"

The third answer sent a shiver down Orion's spine. Maybe it was his anxiety over getting the living hell tickled out of him, but he could've sworn he heard Homare actually whisper "no" that time. Before he had the chance to throw out another distraction, all five plumes made their move.

The first began at his waist, drawing a large circle around his stomach that grew smaller with each loop, just threatening to dive right back into his navel. Two more flew up to his pointed ears to mimic the annoying feathers from earlier, but this time there was nothing he could do to slap them away.

The last two dove straight into Ori's taut underarms, dragging up and down in an erratic pattern to keep him on his toes. Some strokes were long and slow, dragging up his arms and down to his chest. The others were faster and never strayed too far from his pits.

Poor Orion was beside himself with laughter. He couldn't even try to hold back the shriek that ripped from his lips as soon as the tools touched down.

"NOHOHOHOHOO!! " The sudden ticklish onslaught broke his nerves immediately, and his initial fit of thrashing against his bonds melted into useless tugging and worming around. After just a few more seconds of reckless squirming, the sensitive punk slumped against the wall, tossing his head back and letting his cackling flow free.

"YOHOHOU'RE THE WOHOHOHOOORST!!" he whined at his captor, who was practically drinking up the panicked, helpless laughter. He couldn't hear Homare's amused giggle in response, but he could tell the sadistic brat was too pleased with himself seeing how the tickling just didn't seem to stop.

But Homare's mean streak didn't end there. Orion’s tickle-addled brain didn't process the sound of Homare snapping again, but he definitely felt the plumes moving faster than before.

The one at his stomach stopped circling around, dipping into his navel again and prodding around incessantly. At his underarms, the tools became more focused on drawing the loudest squeals from their pretty ticklish ‘toy’, twirling right over the smooth skin with a bit more pressure than before.

While he wasn't near the point of silent laughter (damned musical breath training), the pitifully sensitive rockstar couldn't get a single word out once the harsher tickling took over. His already uncontrollable giggling went up almost a full octave, and his body went rigid for a split second before slumping back down. He weakly shook his head, trying anything his instincts could work up to keep the fluffy tools away from his ears.

Homare gave it another minute or two, then slowed down the tickling with another soft sigh of delight. Now that he had the chance, Orion took this opportunity to finally spit out his defeat.

"AHA-ALRIGHT!! It tihihickles!!" Homare's ears perked up, and he couldn't help but giggle in awe. He had only sped up the tickling just to satiate his hunger faster, but Ori's whiny concession was an added bonus.

"Huh?" Just to be a dick, the incubus stepped closer and cupped his ear, snapping at Orion to get his attention. Ori's eyes were blurry with tears, but he could still see the eccentric demon taunting him.

"Oh fuck yohohou- WAITWAHAHIT!!" He only had a moment to regret his poor choice of words: it almost looked like Ori would break free with how hard he jerked under Homare’s fingertips. The incubus listlessly poked around his ribs, getting dangerously close to under joining those plumes at his underarms. "IT TICKLES, IT TIIHIHICKLES!!!”

After what felt like hours to the ticklish drama king, Homare pulled both his hands and all of the fluffy tools away, though they still hovered nearby in just case Ori was dumb enough to to spare any more sass.

Though it felt like he'd just started, Homare's energy had flooded back faster than he was used to. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but this quick, strong rejuvenation wasn't entirely foreign to him. He'd once had an encounter with a nymph queen whose mirthful squeals of laughter replenished his power almost too fast- Maybe Ori's own magic was on par with hers?

…No, not a chance. Now that it was on his mind, he could recall similar experiences nearly every time he (begrudgingly) had his precious, eager to please Inori help him feed as well, and he knew her magic was always on the weaker side. He tried to think of anything his best friend had in common with the punk in front of him or a powerful queen, but he just couldn't draw any parallels...

Ori was still pressed against the wall, breathlessly giggling long after the tickling had stopped. Once he blinked away his tears, he could see Homare having a stretch and getting lost in his own mind as usual. The sight of the tools lingering nearby kept him on edge, but he couldn't help but notice a stark change: the magic holding them seemed more vivid in color. "Huh..." Ori huffed softly, his teary eyes shifting from the tools to the seemingly energized troublemaker in front of him.

"What's up? You full already?" He piped up, startling Homare mid-stretch. The incubus furrowed his brows, noticing the familiar shit-eating grin that Orion had the nerve to bear. "Heheh, and here I was thinking you were starving! Can't believe you'd use me as a quick snack."

While Ori was just teasing the other man, he didn't know he was poking a sleeping… No, a freshly energized, very alert bear. Homare stared the punk down, his visible eye now just as vibrant as his magic. He didn't bother to snap this time, cutting out the theatrics in favor of dishing out his favorite punishment.

The bondage around Orion's arms suddenly shifted, and the taller demon dropped to his knees with a startled gasp. He thought his bonds were completely loosened, but the incubus had the rope catch his wrists on the way down, fully stretching his arms above his head. Taking full advantage of his captive's stunned state, Homare dropped down as well, seating himself straight onto Ori's lap.

“Hghn-!? What-???” Orion was already convinced he fit the bill of an ‘inexperienced, flustered idiot’ by now, but the moment he tried to save face one last time, he was immediately countered by Homare slowly tugging down his own mask. It felt like he could never get used to seeing the lower half of the younger demon's pretty face, but what really shook him was the impish, telltale smirk on his lips. Ori shivered, feeling Homare's gloved hands gingerly rubbing up and down his sides. It might've been relaxing if he didn't know what it was leading up to. "D-Damnit! Wait, can't you take a joke?? Ya’ don't really HAVE to keep going-"

"Yes, I do." A lovely, melodic, and oh-so unfamiliar whisper seemed to shatter any of Orion's objections- that, and the feeling of soft lips grazing his cheek afterward. Ori's mind went blank, save for one thought: the incubus known for being an unpredictable, dangerous threat was currently planting the most tender kisses along his jawline.

When it seemed like Homare's lips would finally meet Orion's, that teasing brat only gave him a quick peck instead of what he truly wanted. Homare leaned back and let out an airy laugh, one that Orion would've folded over without a drop of shame if he wasn't so riled up.

Homare didn't give him the chance to whine over it too much. Soon, the hands at Ori's waist dug in, squeezing at his hips without warning. Orion bucked and yelped, almost jerking himself up off the floor, but Homare kept him in his place, kneading that sweet spot with light, hellish precision.

"OH MY GOHOHOD I HATE YOU!!"

“I know…♡ " Homare kept his voice low, leaning in to carry on with the soft kisses, this time right along Ori's ear. The combined merciless squeezing and loving, tickly kissing was maddening. He so desperately wanted to break out of the ropes and give Homare a taste of his own medicine, but a part of him didn't seem to mind the position he was in…

#tickling #tickle fic #my ocs #//orion #//homare #wuughhhjgh i write like english is my 9th language but itll be alright ♡

[laughing-with-god]

What type of fashion do you think victor bts would wear including victor jungkook

oooh loves this q, if your gonna shift into my universe you prob need some visual help lmao! (i fully expect a report when you do!)

but this is roughly how I picture them;

Jin

I think Jin had a good fashion sense even before the games. his dad was the mayor of District One so I think he's always had to dress "presentable". I don't see him as a fashionista, but he does care about brands. if he was in our modern universe, he'd be the type to find Gucci very tacky and obnoxious but love Hermes and Ralph Lauren. classy and understated. honestly very "old money, country club" vibes. jin is a nepo baby lol

Jimin

there are two jimins - the one at the capitol and the one at district four. when he's in the capitol, he wears whatever his designer team arranges for him. he has lots of sponsors, and many are fashion brands so he's obligated to wear clothes or accessories from those brands. his team likes to market him as very chic and clean, lots of suits with the undershirt open to show his chest. however, when he's at home or just being himself, i think he's very in touch with his ocean roots. i see him in a "surfer boy" aesthetic, pearls, seashells, and free-flowing tops. in my universe, District Four is like a Florida or tropical place- so it's always sunny and hot.

namjoon

sweater vests. turtle necks. slacks. this is it. mainly in black, sometimes blue. very dark academia. does not really understand fashion and just wants to look as smart as he is. feel like he'd also be one of the victors who fired his designer team right away because he didn't get the point and hated being treated like a doll. sometimes he wants to try out diff styles but ultimately I see him being a creature of habit and being like "nah"

Hoseok

poor boy just wants to be cozy and warm. I think I had his games take place in the Arctic? so I think he'd be like really hypersensitive to the cold now. he feels one chill and he'll want to die. he would love oversized sweaters and cardigans. I can see him wearing lots of neutral colors too, browns and creams with hints of green here and there. Very 'coffee shop boyfriend' vibes. also think he's such older bro that he'd carry a lil fanny pack or bag all the time, he carries little snacks and stuff just in case his siblings ever need anything

Taehyung

tough one. I don't think he'd give a shit tbh. but he's from 11 and it's all about agriculture, so i feel like farmer vibes? like boyish cottage core. feel like he likes loose shirts as well, tae doesn't like feeling constricted so no tight clothes. also feel like he loves rolling his pants up and walking around barefoot. country boy to the core.

Yoongi

hoodies, loose fitting and oversized. likes beanies too. I think he has bad blood circulation and as a kid didn't get great access to food, so he's prob anemic and smaller than his Victor counterparts. a lil insecure about it so he covers it up with baggy clothes. another one that prefers darker colors like grey and black. capitol ppl are known for their colorful clothes since they can afford them, and yoongi isn't tryna associate with that.

Jungkook

i never made a victors revenge jk since i didn't know if i was just going to make it qq jk when he won the games lol. either way, i'm sticking with district two for him. so def a career and def a lil cray. i think he'd enjoy looking as intimidating as possible, fully leaning into the 'bloody thirsty career' reputation he has. I see him getting tats and piercings and wearing things like leather jackets and steel-toed boots. probably like "grunge" or "cyberpunk" aesthetic??

[roseofcards90]

please tell me your mappi headcanons <3 and hmhmm... have u thought much about amane or 0608 interactions? :3c

Oooh!!! I HAVE ACTUALLY OMG I feel like people should focus more on their relationship, it’s so sweet!!! 🥺 here are some of them!!!

Mappi headcanons:

- This one isn’t originally mine but yeah I believe in Filipino Mahiru supremacy HONORARY PINOY FR

- To me she seems like the kind of person who would have little habits/ticks she likes to do like twirling her pencil around, bouncing her leg while she’s sitting, skipping around in place those sort of things!!!

- She also likes to gesticulate with her hands a lot so she can get her point across, and it helps her keep track of her thoughts too when she’s speaking to someone

- Her, Kazui, and Mikoto like to hang out occasionally! I feel like they would volunteer together at an animal shelter to help out! :D

- She would show up to Haruka, Yuno, and Mu’s high school graduation and make a whole banner for them! She would make the biggest deal out of it because she’s just so proud of them you know 🥺

- Loves to bake, is really good at it actually (she would definitely do those pie competitions some people have you know whoever makes the best pie gets a ribbon yeah that, she has so many ribbons :3) , but struggles sometimes with cooking, Shidou helps teach her some skills and come up with easier recipes for her to make!

- I also think she would totally stress bake just so she could vent out all her emotions djfjfkfk which results in a lot of cookies and cakes being made. She gives all the extra ones to Amane!

- This is the dumbest one but I headcanon that she’s just extremely good at DDR, SO MUCH SO that one time she was at the arcade with Kotoko, she attracted so much of a crowd with how high her score was while everyone else cheered her on. It was at that moment that Futa Kajiyama, who was also at the arcade at the time, swears to beat her at this game one day LMAO

- Is the sole focus of the majority of the pictures on Kotoko’s camera, has a polaroid picture of them together in her phone case, also they have matching charms on both of their school bags—

Amane headcanons:

- She would definitely do color guard in school! It’s one of her main passions, along with band! I want Amane Momose to play a trumpet I think it would be amazing

- Kazui, Shidou, Futa, Mahiru, and Kotoko are at her games often, they all cheer her on ofc <3

- Shidou always loves to celebrate after her games with giving her pancakes! Ofc she denies them and lets the others eat them, but she’ll save one pancake for herself just to show her appreciation (cue Shidou crying in the corner while Kazui tries to comfort him LMAO)

- I feel like she would be an avid collector of pokemon cards, or just like any trading card game for that matter. Futa always takes her to card game stores so she can pick out the newest packs and they can build decks together. Sometimes Mikoto joins in but he has no idea what he’s doing jhdfbhjd

THIS IS HOW I IMAGINE AMANE AND MIKOTO PLAYING CARD GAMES TOGETHER LMAO

- In the beginning, she wasn’t that good and Futa would always beat her, but now they're evenly matched, and she always revels in the victory whenever she wins in a game against Futa >:3

- Yuno would help with picking out new outfits for her! I feel like they would frequent the mall often lol. Haruka also joins them on occasion, and him and Amane love to look at all the stuffed animal and book stores together!

- Her, Haruka, and Mu would probably take an art class over the summer together and all of them would be so invested in it that it becomes a hobby!

- Once Amane gets to high school, I think it would be cute if Mu gave her a hand me down uniform with custom stitching and everything. The uniform has embroidery all around it where everyone contributed to something on the uniform

- Kotoko takes her to martial arts training classes, which she enjoys a lot. She tries out the new kicks she's learned on Futa and Shidou <3

- Kazui always gives her piggy back rides 🥺

- Amane has a pet cat named Sango, whom she loves very much 🥺 she is very sweet and spoiled, and loves cuddling with her. It helps Amane when she has trouble sleeping, or if she has a nightmare

0608 interactions!!!

- I said before how Mappi would give Amane all the extra sweets she's made, but I also think that Amane herself would try to learn how to bake, so Mappi offers to be her taste tester! Sometimes she creates inedible things and Mappi suffers but it's with a smile as Amane smiles back at her and continues on baking! :D (she'll tell her what she did wrong later dfkjnfd)

- Amane always loves to help out with cooking dinners! She would help Mahiru peel and cut all the vegetables! They would also frequent the food market together I feel like, and Mahiru allows Amane to pick out a few sweet treats like candy that she can take home

- Mahiru buys a little cat charm for Amane's bookbag! She also helps cat sit Sango whenever Amane is busy

- Around the holidays, her and Amane would go to all the festivities around town! Looking at the Christmas lights, drinking hot chocolate, all of that! Amane would start snowball fights with Mappi, and they both get competitive really quick lol (spoiler: Amane always wins <3)

#also sorry if these are boring I’m not the most creative person rip 😭 but thank you for asking!!! #I should really put these in my university au thingy I have floating around in my head #eh I’ll main tag this why not rjfjfjfj #0610 #<- only so moot of mine can filter it #asks #Creature

[good-beanswrites]

Hello 🎬👋!! Haha, I’m glad you enjoyed the thoughts, I loved these so much! Thank you!

LMAO I think a few of them would have real good taste in song titles, but others… not so much 😅 I actually think Yuno would have some pretty solid ideas. Though Haruka has some nice thoughts too, I heard both his titles are specific plays on words that I don’t think he’d come up with himself…

Omg yes! The prisoners would have such a good time planning mv outfits! I can definitely see it being bittersweet for Fuuta – exasperated by, but also homesick because, they all remind him so much of his sister ;-; Mahiru is devastated she's not getting a new outfit for I Love You and so she enjoys styling vicariously through helping the others. Shidou’s outfit was even more painfully Dad before the group helped tone it down. Before the mv color scheme was decided, they cycle through a few different colored marching band uniforms for Amane. Muu doesn’t quite understand the flower dress, but the team promises her it will all come together to look great.

>:O The birthday art can be au canon!! The previously mentioned fashion crew makes everyone dress up like their cake, and designer Mikoto photoshops them into a pic of it aww. Even after watching the t1 videos, it would be the nicest they've seen everyone get dressed up. They're shocked seeing the boys clean up so nicely in their suits, and the girls are just shining in their fancy dresses and heels. And maybe Es’ “birthday” pic was a pre-experiment candid shot of them chillin with the bunny off set :’)

On a slightly darker note, I wonder if those pv shots of the restraints are canon too. Milgram had a few ideas for worst-case restraints and took a few shots for reference during an early fitting…

ADFGGH rip Haruka 😂😂😂 I love the idea of a whole group of them sneaking around looking for tasty goo and fun props, and instead stumbling upon The Mannequin Room. And waait I'm so emotional over Kazui loosening up and having a bit of fun with his tricks :’D With all the themes about certain characters growing up faster than they should, it would be so lovely to see them giggling and messing around in a blooper reel! I’m imagining someone trying to twirl Amane’s baton as well as her and epically failing at it.

Yeah, I have a lot of different predictions for Amane’s t3 changes – but no matter what happens, she starts accepting help just a little bit more behind the scenes >:) It’ll still take her a really long time to break away from the cult’s beliefs (no one in the cast/team really knows proper cult deprogramming strategies at this point, but they start looking into it as soon as the experiments ends.) Still, she finds a balance of keeping most of her religion and also realizing that the others genuinely care for her. 

And oooh I really like that 👀 I always pictured the prisoner Es hints to be leading toward them being a prisoner in the future (accused of executing prisoners), but that would add so much more drama if it relates to a past imprisonment. The ten would make a perfect heist team, hacking the system, snooping around, and charming facility members in order to find paperwork detailing past experiments featuring Es. And Kotoko would certainly be leading the investigation – I love how closely she’s monitoring everything, it would fit so well if she were the one to see the truth first. Between the realization that Milgram hasn’t been fully honest, and the threat that Es may be there for even longer, the jailbreak would erupt much quicker than the current timeline. Although the au is nicer overall, I really like keeping Milgram a pretty shady organization hehe 

#milgram #omg these are all awesome! #now im imagining a stereotypical blooper reel and crying :') #i love that official art of es -- its so sweet ough #i have so many amane thoughts.... itll be really interesting to see what happens #(and then immediately sitting down to try and fix it without stepping on canons toes LOL) #thank you for sending!! this had my brain buzzing with possible endings 🤔 #i wrote the last chapter of the fic knowing it may need little adjustments once the final things air #but it was fun to think about things turning out drastically different #im glad people were entertained by the song titles -- i had a ton of fun with them asdfasd #lights camera sing your sins #ask

[olivescales3]

Incorrect quotes tag game

This was very fun to do! Tagging these writes! (No pressure) @stanrendipity @frostedlemonwriter @rbbess110 @neapaulatan

This was actually so much fun, that I made an extremely long post about this.

*out grocery shopping*

Eris: *takes a free sample twice*

Eris: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

Cragger: *Takes a sip of milk and gags*

Cragger: Oh my god, is this expired?

Cragger: *Takes another sip of milk*

Laval: I'm yet to properly begin my history notes BUT!!!! I got 100% on a quiz about european countries so who's the REAL winner here.

Dom de La Woosh: Are you laughing at that video of Razar and Cragger fighting?

Furty: No.

Furty: I'm laughing at the comments.

Fluminox: You're alive.

Sir Fangar: There's no need to sound so disappointed.

Crominus: It’s just you.

Worriz: Is it just me or is instant ramen even better uncooked?

Razar: Cragger... How do I begin to explain Cragger?

Crominus: Cragger is flawless.

Lavertus: I hear his hair's insured for $10,000.

Furty: I hear he does car commercials... in Japan.

Laval: One time he punched me in the face... it was awesome.

Fluminox: So we're gonna read what we wrote down so we can tell everyone in the class something about ourselves.

Sir Fangar: Okay, my name is Sir Fangar but you can refer to me as Lord Farquad.

Fluminox: Okay that's not happening- how about you!

Lavertus: I'm Lavertus and I like the movie White Chicks!

Fluminox: ...Okay... whatever, I respect that.

Crominus: My name is Crominus and I hate this place, it actually sucks here...

Fluminox: Okay... and you...

Laval: *nervous* Uhhh my name is Laval and my favorite color is... math.

Lagravis: I bet you’re wondering why I gathered you here today. It’s because we need to have a discussion about how some people in this room aren’t getting along with other people in this room.

Cragger: Why did you say that so vaguely? Crominus and I are literally the only people you called in here.

Razar: Eris, you risked your life to save me!

Eris: And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.

Dom de La Woosh: Don't go to the kitchen.

Laval: Why?

Dom de La Woosh: I saw a spider.

Laval: Well, did you kill it?

Dom de La Woosh: It has 8 arms and I only have 2, it's not fair...

Sir Fangar: Oooh, a train!

Laval: We’re in a train station, Sir Fangar.

The Squad: *walking at the mall*

Worriz: Hey, have any of you guys seen Furty? They’ve been gone for a while..

Eris: Eh, nope.

Laval: No, I haven’t...

Cragger: Probably ran off to McDonald’s or something.

Furty: Hey.

Worriz: Ooh, there you are-

Eris: What the fu-

Cragger: I- where were you?!

Furty: Walking right behind you guys.

Fluminox: What’s the dumbest thing you believed as a child?

Tormak: That naptime was a punishment.

Razar: Watcha doin?

Crominus: Stealing my neighbour’s cat.

Razar: Scandalous.

Razar: Can I help?

Laval: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Cragger meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

Cragger: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?

Crunket: Strong.

Worriz: Weak.

Eris: An idiot, is what your are.

Cragger: Go ahead, Scorm. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry.

Worriz: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

Somebody PLEASE STOP ME. I would spend an entire day on this lmao

#writeblr #tfloc #the forgotten legends of chima #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotations #tag games #writers of tumblr #legends of chima #lego legends of chima #lego chima

[cookinguptales]

oooh I love your little playlist fic idea! Thanks for doing something like this! If it hasn't been chosen yet, 6 tends to be a nice number for me. As for a word... how about "esoteric"? Feel free to include whatever niche references to obscure folklore you desire; if I don't know something, it'll just be an internet research goldmine for future me!

Well, the song in question is Ghost Riders In The Sky, in particular the version by The Ventures. That said, I took inspiration from Stan Jones’s original version when I thought about how I wanted to go about this. And — I have to be honest, I’ve always associated this song with The Wild Hunt, a bit.

The Wild Hunt is one of those phrases that we give to an awful lot of disparate folkloric traditions that have a supernatural hunt in common, so I suppose when I was thinking about the direction to go… I used ideas about the old Germanic version of the ghostly hunts as well as a relatively modern addition of Hecate as the queen of the hunt (with a little whiff of Sleep No More, I’ll admit) and folded those in with Stan’s ghostly riders forever doomed to chase cattle they’ll never catch as atonement for earthly crimes.

Also, I made it gay. :|

(Hope none of that got too esoteric, lmao. THOUGH now that my beta has looked over this, apparently the actual esoteric reference in this fic was what a Black Mariah hearse is.)

The clouds were thick overhead, and the moisture in the air felt unfamiliar out here in the desert. A storm was coming, Danny could feel it. Electric potential trickled down her spine, and she could feel it nestled there in the small of her back.

She looked sidelong over at Ruby sitting on the horse next to her. Ruby’s eyes were fixed on the horizon, past the brewing storm and into the future.

Their future. Whichever one they chose.

“You don’t have to do this, Ruby,” Danny said, low.

“Don’t I?” Ruby asked, and her eyes flicked over to Danny’s. “Don’t we?”

Ruby’s voice was soft and husky in her throat, and it made something in Danny’s stomach tighten, like it always did. But this time it wasn’t just a wondering hunger, the simple joy of finding one lone soul out in these arid lands who understood the heart that beat beneath your breast; this time there was just a little bit of fear. “I—“

“Danny,” Ruby said. “Do you really wanna be a ranch hand all your life? Don’t you wanna get out there and see the whole wide world?”

Danny swallowed. Of course she did, and Ruby knew it. They’d lain there together amongst the prairie-fire and the desert lilies, a riot of color that painted the landscape for too damn short a time, and they’d talked about lands far away. Flowers that bloomed all year round.

Ruby knew exactly what Danny wanted. That’s why, back then, she’d curled in close and trailed her fingers down her knee. It’s why she’d whispered soft promises and halcyon dreams into her ear as she’d made her gasp there in the afternoon sun.

It’s why the two of them were sitting here, right here, and staring down at old Wilkes Pass.

“There will be people in that coach,” Danny said softly. And that was a gun there at Ruby’s hip.

“There will be money, too. A lot of money.”

Danny swallowed. Then, almost without thinking, she reached out and linked her fingers with Ruby’s there between their horses. “Let’s go back, Ruby. I know he’s not the best boss in the world, but—“

“I’m tired of bosses, Danny. I’m tired of all this. The only thing I’m not tired of is…”

Ruby didn’t say it, but her fingertips tightened in Danny’s all the same. Their clasped hands looked dark there together against the baked earth until the first few drops began to fall.

“Rain’s here,” Ruby said softly, and it was. It was like the sky itself was weeping at what the two of them were about to do, and the ground beneath their feet went dark. Black.

Danny could hear a faint rumble in the distance, and Ruby’s eyes snapped up toward the road, her hand dropping Danny’s as she took her horse’s reins in hand.

It wasn’t time yet, was it? The stagecoach wasn’t due round these parts for another hour at least. It came early sometimes, sure, when it was coming to drop off the miners’ paychecks, but…

No. There was nothing there on the road, nothing but the patter of rain and the faraway caw of crows who were none too happy about getting wet.

Danny looked up, then, wondering which way they’d fly, and what she saw… No. That couldn’t be right. That couldn’t be real.

Her lips parted around a silent gasp, and it was one beat of her heart, two, before she managed to hiss, “Ruby,” and point up at the sky.

Obediently, without question, Ruby looked up. And her eyes widened. “What on earth…”

So she could see it, too.

The clouds were spilling out across the sky above them like floodwaters in a canyon, and amidst them, between and betwixt, Danny could make out shadows. They flickered in the storm clouds, a flame painting stories on the rocks at night, and slowly, slowly those shadows coalesced into shapes. Into figures.

Danny could see them now, riding across the sky. They shimmered there on their beasts, ghostly riders made of sun showers and lightning, and she could see the way the eyes of their pale horses gleamed red.

Ahead of them, too, hooves pounded, the sound of it lost to distant thunder coming closer all the time, and Danny could see the quarry they chased. Cattle, from the looks of it, young, strong ones that made their charges back home look downright pitiful.

They were beautiful creatures, captivating in a way, and it was only the way their eyes, too, glowed red, that kept Danny very firmly in her seat. Below her, she could feel the fine tremble of Sally’s shoulders as her horse muttered her discomfort.

Ruby, though… Danny glanced over at her again and saw it. The rapture there in her eyes. The way that the cattle’s devil-gleam was reflected in her dark eyes.

Danny had looked into those eyes for hours before this. Had whispered devotion to them. But the look in them now was one that she didn’t recognize, and that she didn’t like.

“Ruby?” she whispered, fearful somehow of being heard above the thunder.

“They’re beautiful,” Ruby said softly. “Danny, they’re—“

There was a longing there in Ruby’s voice that Danny didn’t like, not one bit. There was something faraway about it. Something fey. Something so desperate that Danny didn’t even know how to describe it.

It was like that longing called to the clouds, though, and their ghostly inhabitants, because there was a peculiar curl to them now, like they were beckoning the two of them up. And one shadow, darker than all the rest, seemed to still there amongst all that flickering carnage.

A long, low whistle sounded out across the plains, echoing against their little ridge, and Danny shuddered. There was lightning and thunder in that whistle, cowbell and the shriek of a train shedding its tracks.

And Ruby, oh Ruby. Ruby threw her head back, fingers to her lips, and she whistled back.

The ghostly riders rode ever on and on, but their leader, or perhaps their driver, peeled away from the pack. The clouds parted for her, and her pale steed left no tracks as it galloped down through the sky.

The woman, if words like that could be used for such things, stared down at them with a tangle of red hair about her shoulders and eyes that gleamed.

That, Danny thought faintly, is a witch.

The witch’s mouth moved, lips red as blood curling around words that Danny couldn’t hear but could feel all the same.

She could feel the witch’s words stream through her like a knife to the gut, like a spider’s web drawn tight between the dawn and the horizon and herself suspended upon it. Those blood-red lips whispered about love and freedom, joy and madness. They whispered about all those things that seemed just barely out of reach, those dreams that run from the best of us on hooves tinged with thunder.

They whispered about the hunt.

Danny recoiled from the sensation, but she knew without even looking over that Ruby did not. Hell. She knew without looking over that Ruby could do more than feel those words; she could hear them.

“Ruby,” Danny whispered again, and she reached out to take her lover’s hand in hers once more. But Ruby’s hand was so cold now, and she could feel the way it shook.

Danny chanced a glance over at Ruby, and her heart sank at what she saw there. Ruby’s eyes were wide and sightless, the sweet, pretty darkness that she’d fallen in love with taking on a scarlet tinge that scared her. She was mouthing words and Danny couldn’t hear, either, and she wished she knew what fey conversation the two of them shared.

Maybe then she’d know what to argue back.

“Ruby, please,” Danny said, her voice stronger in her throat this time. “Don’t listen to her.”

But Ruby couldn’t, or wouldn’t, hear her. Danny could see it in those strange, deep eyes now. The lust and the greed and the desire for — for a quarry that could never, never be caught.

It wouldn’t be enough, would it? It would never be enough. If they knocked over that coach today, the money would only whet Ruby’s terrible thirst. It would be opening a gate that neither of them would be able to close again, a flood that could not be dammed, and Danny knew right then and there that it would drown them both.

“Ruby.”

But Ruby wasn’t listening at all anymore. Maybe all she could hear was the poison dripping from the lips of that woman who was smiling now, wild red hair barely restrained by the dark hat she wore, and maybe all she could see was the way that witch was raising a hand in invitation.

Ruby’s fingers felt numb, cold, dead in Danny’s hand, and they slipped unfeelingly from hers as Ruby dismounted her horse.

Danny just watched her go for a moment, frozen in a rictus of terror, and then—

She heard it.

It was a laugh, wild and awful, echoing around the mountains and the canyons and the plains all around them, and though she could see the witch’s mouth open, the sound didn’t seem to be coming from her. It came from everywhere and nowhere, all around them, thunder in a torrential downpour and lightning in the hills ahead, and every bone in Danny’s body went cold.

She was out of her own saddle before she had another moment to think of it, and if Ruby was desperate to gain some nebulous treasure that would never, ever be enough, Danny was desperate to protect the only one she already had.

And Ruby, now, was walking towards a cliff edge. That sounded like the sort of pretty thing you might hear in a song, but women like them, they weren’t pretty and they weren’t songbirds. Danny meant it entirely literally when she said that Ruby was sauntering directly toward a cliff.

It was the cliff that they’d chosen as a lookout point, the cliff that would let them see when a stagecoach rounded the bend, bound for the little town that had served as their cage all their lives.

To Ruby, that stagecoach had seemed like freedom. This cliff seemed like escape. But Danny was sure now that this was just another cage, a snare set out by a hunter much, much scarier than they’d ever known before, and the only thing waiting beyond that cliff was a tombstone that neither one of them could afford.

The witch on her pale steed beckoned and Ruby stepped forward and maybe it was just as foolish a decision, but Danny didn’t know what this situation called for if not foolishness.

If not a little bit of bravery for the first time in her miserable life.

“No,” she said, and her voice wobbled in her throat. She swallowed hard. Tried again. “No. You can’t have her.”

That old witch, her eyes narrowed beneath the brim of her hat, and that smile of hers faltered. Twisted into a scowl.

Our choices are our own, little girl, and we must pay for them.

The witch’s voice was like spiderwebs and shivers in the back of her head. Like the faraway scream of a cougar in the night. It made Danny’s stomach go hot and cold and terrified, but instead of loosening her resolve, it only firmed it.

How dare this woman speak to her this way? How dare this woman make her feel like this? How dare she try and take what was hers?

“She hasn’t done anything yet,” Danny said, and she could feel a stubborn, angry, wild sort of desperation filling her, too. “She’s not yours.”

Yet.

“She’s still alive, ain’t she? She’s still got dreams. Not—“ Danny swallowed hard as she realized just how true her words were about to be. “Not night mares like you.”

She dreams of riches. Of power. She dreams of the hunt.

“She dreams of me, you old bitch. And she wants to be free.”

The woman sat back in her saddle, and for the first time Danny saw that it was all pale leather embroidered with scarlet thread. And all those designs, meticulous in their sewing, were made up of little blood-red names.

And Ruby’s would not be one of them.

We are free here in the skies, the woman said, gesturing to the riders, gaunt and skeletal, that rode behind her. We are not bound by human laws or desires.

“You’re nothin’ but desire, are you?” Danny scowled. “I know what you are.”

She was hunger and she was thirst. Jealousy and lust and covetous greed. She was the pit at the bottom of their stomachs when they hadn’t made quite enough to earn dinner and she was the dark underbelly of every dream they’d ever had.

This woman, this witch, was human want. But the booze this one served would only make you thirstier, until that thirst ate you up inside. Until it ate you alive.

She was a hole in the human heart where all the happiness leaked out, and she wouldn’t be happy until she’d clawed that hole in Ruby.

But if there was one thing Danny had learned about loneliness and hurt, it was that it could be patched if you just found the right thing to nurse you. Or the right person, as the case might be. And she’d been patching up the holes in Ruby’s heart for so many years that she knew it better than anybody in this world or the next.

She knew all about Ruby’s hunger. She knew all about her need.

And she knew how to sate it. No goddamn witch required.

You know nothing, small one.

Well. Maybe not much. But “nothing” was pushing it. “I know what’s mine.”

The woman scoffed, and the sound was like rolling thunder in the distance.

Danny ignored her, turning to Ruby instead and ignoring the way her back shuddered to be turned toward such perilous danger. She stood in front of her now and placed her hands on unfeeling cheeks. Leaned up so she could press a kiss to cold, cold lips.

“I know you’re in there, baby,” she whispered, fierce. “And I know you don’t want this. Because if you go down this hill, I go right down with you.”

She thought about all the time they’d spent together. All the times that Ruby had looked at her like she wanted to give her every good thing. All the good things in the world. She thought about every time that Ruby had held her, protected her, had guarded her against danger.

She felt Hell itself at her back, and she almost laughed at the way things had turned.

“I want to make a life with you,” she murmured against still lips. “But down there? That’s just death.”

She could hear the rolling of an old stagecoach’s wheels, and she did not turn. She’d heard those wheels before, and whether full of money or trouble, opportunity or danger, she knew the sound of a goddamn Black Mariah.

“Let’s go, Ruby,” she said. “We don’t have to go home, but we sure can’t stay here.”

Ruby’s lips moved beneath hers, and though she couldn’t hear the words, Danny could recognize her own name. She could hear a hiss of anger behind her, the wind kicking up fierce all around them, but she didn’t back down, not now.

“Come on now,” she crooned. “Don’t tell me you think that old witch is prettier than I am.”

Ruby blinked once, stared into the distance behind Danny’s back, and Danny could feel a shudder roll through the body beneath her hands. “No. She sure ain’t.”

Danny didn’t know what that witch looked like now, all fury and hunger, but the wind was furious, the rain needles against her skin, so she had a feeling the old bitch wasn’t happy. Her laugh came out more like a sob, and she felt Ruby’s hands come up automatically to steady her, just like they always did. “Always knew you had good taste.”

Ruby’s eyes flicked down to the road below them, and Danny could see her swallow hard. “The coach is here,” she said softly.

“I know, Ruby,” Danny said. “Let it go.”

“But we—“

“Let it go.”

For a moment, all seemed still. The wind, the rain, the wretched thunder of hooves on sky plains. It all seemed to wait for just one breath as Ruby looked down at the road. As she looked up and locked eyes with a witch, a devil, a goddess that Danny could no longer see.

And then Ruby closed her eyes and all the tension seemed to leak right out of her. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s — let’s go, Danny. Let’s go home.”

Wherever the hell that is, Danny thought to herself. Still, though, she thought as she dragged Ruby in close and kissed her soundly, she had a pretty good idea that they could make one anywhere as long as they stayed together.

There was a scream of pure fury, pure lightning and thunder and awful, awful power, and Danny could feel the ground shake beneath them. But Ruby was no longer looking at the witch, was no longer captivated by promises that she had no intention of keeping. And the bridle that the witch had been slipping around her neck had faded away into nothing but the wind whipping at their faces.

When Danny pulled away a minute later, the stagecoach was gone, and so was the witch. The rain had eased all around them, the torrent easing into a gentle patter, and Ruby’s skin was warm beneath her fingers.

Danny turned finally, squinting into the clouds on the horizon and was relieved to find them empty. And down there, not too far away from where they’d intended to lie in wait for the coach once it’d come into view, Danny could see the wrecked remains of a tree smoldering in the rain.

“Lightning,” Ruby said softly, and Danny could see that she knew it, too. That the two of them would’ve been goners down there if they’d chosen that path.

They would’ve been riding in that witch queen’s wild hunt a lot sooner than even Danny had thought.

Ruby’s throat was working, and Danny could see the beginning of tears in those pretty brown eyes. “Back home again,” she said. “To an asshole boss and sleep for dinner.”

“Or,” Danny said, “we could go.”

“Go?” Ruby’s eyes slid to hers. “Go where? We don’t have money, Danny.”

“I don’t know,” Danny said, and once again, she slid her hand into Ruby’s. “But I know we’re alive. And that means we can go anywhere we want.”

They weren’t tethered down yet, not to this land and not to the ghost riders in the sky.

Ruby’s smile was rueful, like she still didn’t quite believe Danny’s words but she liked the sound of them nevertheless. “Yeah. Maybe.”

They kissed there in the rain, just the two of them and no one else, and Danny didn’t know where their choices would take them in the future. She didn’t know what their tombstones would eventually say when they were laid to rest.

But she knew that they’d be laid to rest together, and their spirits would not be chained to the sky.

#this came out a little over 3k which feels a little unwieldy for tumblr...? #unsure where to post it though #AO3's rules are a bit weird for non-exchange origific #but maybe I'll do it anyway if there's any demand #origific #fic stuff #idk how to tag this bye

[dipplinduo]

38, 45, 48, 50 (What's your favorite Pokemon from each Gen?)

(Context: this ask game)

38. Do you have any phobias?

I have acrophobia (fear of heights), but specifically when I'm up really high and not in motion. I love stuff like rollercoasters and am unaffected by that (except for the slow ride up, I get visceral & snappy & swear like a sailor. My friends always mess with me to make it worse without fail since I normally don't have that kind of attitude otherwise xDDD

45. Is there anyone you would die for?

Oof. Deep question. I feel like my automatic response is whoever my soulmate is in theory (I don't believe I've met them yet).

If it was more like a "gun to your head, or someone else's" kind of situation? I'm honestly the kind of person who would probably wanna bite the bullet in the heat of the moment because I do get that protective side/sense of justice for the innocent when faced with danger. I don't think I'd necessarily think about the consequences as much as "I'm keeping this person safe."

48. Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

My best friend. She's like an older sister to me, and has had nothing but pure & loving intentions for what's best for me for many years. She is also probably the person who has seen my most authentic expression in general (i.e. all sorts of sides of me, and especially sides that took me some time to feel comfortable with expressing to others unapologetically). Her compassion has given me a lot of self-compassion and confidence. Our friendship has been so healing, supportive, safe, and healthy on both ends and I always feel so lucky to know and experience life with her.

50. Wild Card. Any question, ask away -> What's your favorite Pokemon from each Gen?

OOOH I had to think about this one!!

Gen 1:

Gen 1 is hard because I have a loooot of pokemon I favoritize, but I don't necessarily have an "OMGFAVORITEFAVORITE!!!". Closest thing is Pikachu even if it's a bit of a basic answer; I loved anything yellow as a toddler so Pikachu was my immediate favorite. xD Even if it wasn't the mascot, I'd probably favoritize it.

Gen 2:

Okay I'm cheating (already lmao) but don't you dare make me pick I'll die. xD I loooove Ampharos, so dorky, so yellow and fun and strong and adorable! And Togetic is a bundle of joy and was my favorite pokemon in general for many years. It just makes me so happy.

Gen 3:

Okay I AM NOT GONNA BREAK RULES AGAIN AFTER THIS (HOPEFULLY), LOL, but!!! Flygon is just a super cool lil dude!!! Its typing satisfies me so much and it has such a cool design. Great team balancer.

Plusle is more of a sentimental thing for me - my childhood best friend and I who have known each other almost all our lives decided (quite randomly) to symbolize our friendship with Plusle & Minum since they're a cute pair. She picked Minum because her favorite color was blue, and I was happy with that because I gravitated more toward Plusle. We reminisce about it from time to time and I always think of her when I see one or the other. Imagine my reaction to Lacey using both of 'em :')

Gen 4:

Bro I love this happy lil creepy balloon. Saturdays used to be SO SPECIAL because I wanted him!!! LOOK AT HIM!!! Everything about this pokemon makes me happy down to the name, the appearance, and the cry. I'd have so much fun with a real one (take me awayyyy~ LOL)

Gen 5:

Okay this was the first gen I didn't have to look at a pokedex for to determine. I just always loved Audino. It's so adorable and helpful. It gets its own cute special encounter music and gives a lot of XP??? Can learn a whole lot of moves?? I liked having it just to have it. I wanna hug its fluffy lil body and fall asleep.

Gen 6:

SORRY. LOL. Slyveon is a BEAST and was the perfect intro to fairy pokemon (my favorite type). God I love cute things that can fuck shit up!!! Relatable!! Floette is just super adorable too and is such a good middle evo. I've never had one because I'd choose Slyveon and/or a dual fairy type like Gardevour, but ooohh this would be another fun one to have irl too. It matches my vibes a lot (yellow flower variation please!! <3)

Gen 7:

Okay. I have a few favorites for this gen. But everything changed because of you guys. Ribombee is permanently changed for me and I will always adore it. It may be my favorite in general simply because of how its affected and changed my life by happenstance/became part of my branding as a content creator lol. Its adorable, yellow, fairy type, and seems pretty good when used intentionally!!! All pluses B) but to me, Ribombee also goes beyond pokemon and symbolizes how people (you guys!!) connect with my creativity and work, and how inspiring and encouraging it is to pursue it. I got my hands on an official Japan plushie of it because of what it represents to me; both in the sense of "you were lucky enough to experience a community in the way you are during your lifetime" and "keep going, write your own legit book/book series one day, this is evidence you can do it". <3

Gen 8:

Another back-to-back example of "I thought this pokemon was cute/interesting beforehand, but didn't really appreciate it as much as I do now". LOLLLL this is all because Kieran used one as his ace. It was an interesting choice, but my god the way the Applin trade happens with the player was such a cherry on top. I associate this pokemon a lot with dipplinshipping, and I also have utterly loved how much my silly little idea of giving Kieran & Juliana Applins with distinct personalities has been a hit. I see Sweet & Sour Applins as their own characters and sometimes I forget I literally made them up xD So yeah, another pokemon permanently changed for me in such a positive way.

Gen 9:

LOOOOL so. I love Tinkaton. No like really, I fucking love Tinkaton. She actually overtook Togetic as my favorite pokemon before Ribombee happened/I started writing fanfiction. LISTEN. SHE'S ALWAYS HER. FAIRY AND STEEL TYPE??? SUPER MARIO HAMMER SHE WHACKS AT THINGS!!! SHE IS CUTE AND DEVASTINGLY POWERFUL AND MIGHTY. SHE STRIKES THE FEAR OF GOD IN THE MOST FEROCIOUS OF MONS EFFORTLESSLY. And my god the UNHINGED memes of her are just IMMACULATE. I had a running joke with my brother and irl friends that she's my spirit pokemon LOOOL.

#asks #ask games #pokemon

[readyandnot]

this made my night.

ELEMENTALS EARLY ACCESS LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

here’s my readyrambles :))

(spoilers under the cut)

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

I FORGOT ABOUT EA TONIGHT BUT OMG IT WAS A NEEDED SURPRISE

i’ve had two shitty days so this was definitely needed. thank you redacted. NOW- THOUGHT TIME

FIRST OF ALL- NEW ADDITION WITH THE LIGHTS AND WHOSE SPEAKING??? FUCKING BRILLIANT. IT’LL DEF HELP PEOPLE WHO ARE FIRST LISTENING TO THIS SERIES. LOVE IT.

NEXT- THUMBNAIL/TITLE/DESCRIPTION ALL AMAZING. HOIST THE COLORS WOOOO

okay okay- so, DAMS???? AS A NICKNAME??? SO FUCKING CUTE I LOVE IT- HUXLEY YOURE ADORABLE AND THANK YOU FOR THAT PET NAME

oh god he’s nervous- i would be too, it’s totally understandable.

“damien.” “i’m freaking out.” “can i hold your hand?” “yeah.” “talk me through it.” THAT JUST SPEAKS FOR ITSELF. THAT DIALOGUE ALONE.

“they are our friends, i know that. i know that they would just, just want us to be happy. i know they won’t care, i know they won’t judge us i know that. i know, i know all of those things.” DAMN RIGHT

“i don’t know why this is so scary for me, but it is.” that hits different.

DAMIEN HE KNOWS YOUR NOT ASHAMED OF THE RELATIONSHIP. YOURE NOT BROKEN DAMI.

“and anyone who has a problem with it can go fuck themselves for all i care” POP OFF

“i don’t know why it’s making me so nervous to do this.” damien you and i are the exact fucking same. BUT ITS UNDERSTANDABLE TO BE NERVOUS.

“you don’t owe anybody anything. and you don’t need some easy answers for why it makes you nervous to make that nervous feeling be valid, it is. even without an explanation. it’s okay to be scared, even though you don’t know why.” fucking hell i won’t cry i won’t cry i won’t cry-

“i want a reason. i want an explanation that i can give you because i, i don’t want you to think that i’m ashamed of us because i’m not-“ “i know damien. i know that, you don’t need a reason i know.” THERE IT IS- THERE IT FUCKING IS.

“it’s scary to open yourself up, even when you know it’s people you can trust.” TRUTH RIGHT THERE. HUXLEY ILY

IT IS ON YOUR TERMS HUXLEY YES.

“i’m here, no matter what damien. always, i’m right here.” fuck now i’m tearing up-

“i love you.” “i love you too.” AHHHHHHHHHHH GOD DAMMIT I LOVE THEIR RELATIONSHIP SO MUCH

DAMIENS SIGH OF RELIEF AFTER OMFG

“i’m gonna be scared if we wait an hour or a year, it’s just how i am” ME FUCKING TOO.

“i want to do this today. now. i already know the only thing that really matters, how we feel. and everything else is just background noise. so let’s do this.” YES DAMIENNNNN ILY

“you’re sure?” “kiss me?” GOD DAMMIT THIS IS TOO DAMN GOOD-

CUTE KISSES ENSUE- “i’m sure.” YES YES YES.

“i’ve got you.” “i know.” AND THEIR LAUGHS AFTER MY FUCKING GOD- this has already broken me in the best way possible.

THEIR BANTER ABOUT THE DRIVING LMAO I LOVE THEM-THEY FIT EACH OTHER SO WELL AND SO PERFECTLY. THEY COMPLETE EACH OTHER.

LASKOOOOOOO

GAVINNNNNNN

oh so gav didn’t do spring semester ( as he shouldn’t i wouldn’t either shit-)

freelancers just chilling and smiling alongside their boys, i know i am :))

THE MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUNDDDD BOLD MOVE REDACTED I LOVE IT. SUCH BANGERS TOO GOOD TASTE

“handle you???” lasko you make this so easy- LMAOOO

“oh i do love to be handled” THERE IT IS.

gavin on his best behavior for lasko- i love him.

“a little birdie” YUP THATS US.

OOOH HES STILL TEACHING- GAVS GONNA TAKE HIS CLASS AGAIN OMFG YES!!!!

lasko’s so fucking cute. enough said.

“oh? hands on?” “oh, fuck, i walked right into that one didn’t it?” “yeah.” YUP AND ITS HILARIOUS.

“favorite incubus?” “…” “that would be me freelancer yes” “unless of course you’ve been visiting other 7/11’s without telling me lasko” “NO! i havent, you’re definitely my favorite incubus, gavin.” GOD THEIR BANTER UGHHHH

if this isn’t fucking flirting i don’t know what is. AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE ANOTHER LISTENER FOR LASKO OR ANOTHER CHARACTER TO GET PAIRED WITH HIM- THIS TRIO MAKES SENSE. THEY FLIRT, THEY HAVE HISTORY AND THEY FIT SO WELL TOGETHER. CMON-

“i’m glad you’re in my life.” “i’m glad you’re in mine too lasko.” GET TOGETHER ALREADY FUCK.

“if you’d rather i’d take a different session, i will. of course.” SO. FUCKING. SWEET.

“while i can’t say i don’t mean to tease you, because, we all know that would be a lie.” THE FUCKING WHISPERING. GAVIN. PLEASE.

GOD SEE LOOK AT THIS- LOOK AT THEM, PERFECTION.

“i-i-i-i don’t mind it. i li-i like it when when you tear me and and you never crossed a line with me, i-i’d tell you if you did, it’s fun, i like it and, uh- and i would like you to be in my class, if if if you want to be” do i need to say anything more.

NO SPECIAL TREATMENT YOU GO LASKO.

“i wouldn’t have it any other way.” CMON MAN-

THE HAPPY COUPLE IS HEREEEEEE

THE GANGS ALL HERE LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

i’ve never smiled so hard in a while holy fuck.

“be right back my love.” GAVINNNNNNN

LAKSO YOU FORGOT??? it’s okay- huxley coming in clutch. “how many backpacks do you have dude?” probably fucking too many LMAO

“well, well, well, fancy meeting you here my fiery friend!” “i know, that you know.” HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT.

“know what wildfire?” “ don’t play with me gavin. not about this.” … WELL GOD DAMN-

“i’m sorry.” “you must have sensed me and huxley’s feelings for each other by now.” “yes, and i can also feel how nervous you are now. but, you don’t need to be.”

“does the freelancer know already? did you tell them?” THE HURT AND WORRY IN HIS VOICE

“they weren’t my feelings to tell, i haven’t said anything.” “thank you.” “do you plan to bring it up?” “yes.” “good, it’ll be nice to see you give him those doe eyes publicly, instead of trying to hide it for once.” THEIR LAUGHS

“i don’t do that!” damien. i can’t even see you and I KNOW THAT YOU DO IT.

“it’s sweet damien. and you’re allowed to be sweet.” DAMN RIGHT HE IS.

“i am not sweet.” YES YOU ARE GRUMPY BOY.

“hydrations important” so huxley has been influencing you- IM KIDDING LMAO

“i bet you’d love that damien” FUCK HUXLEY YOURE SO CUTE.

oh shit gavs coming back.

DAMIS STILL GONNA WIN PROBABLY LETS BE HONEST

“i’ve been busy.” “ohhhh interesting.” gentle gavin-

“it is?” “no it’s not.” “it’s not?” “its. not.” “sorry.” “for what?” “i-i need to go to the bathroom.” NO DAMIEN ITS OKAYYYY

HES UPSET FUCK.

“hux, is is he okay?” HE ASKS HUXLEY FIRST. THAT SHOULD BE A BIG INDICATION ON THEIR RELATIONSHIP ALREADY. TOGETHER OR NOT.

“he’s nervous.” “i shouldn’t have teased him.” yeahhhh that wasn’t the best of timing-

“you don’t know gav.” “yes i did. and i should’ve known better.” there you go, take ownership gav, we love that. <3

“i thought it might lighten the mood but this want the time,” “t-t-tease him about what? being busy?” lasko you sweet boy-

“no” “yes” well fuck that’s awkward…

“fffreelancer do you know what they’re talking about?” NO TF I DONT (but sky does tho…)

“is everything okay?” “everything’s fine, i just needed a minute to bring my temp back down.” “you’re sure” “yes freelancer, i’m sure.” “i’m sorry damien.” “don’t worry about it i know you didn’t mean anything by it.” FUCK CMON PLEASE ITS OKAY.

“mean anything by what? what what does it matter if he was busy? i-i-i don’t understand!” lasko baby it’s okay-

“maybe we should just start the race.” “i’ll sit out so you four can all try.” “no, wait. now?” OH MY FUCKING GOD-

“whenever you’re ready damien, i am.” “can you-?” THEIR GONNA HOLD HANDS AND HUXLEY KNOWS WHAT HE NEEDS GOD- THEYRE SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER.

“i got you.” YES YOU FUCKING DO

“damien and i wanted to tell you guys, that, we’re dating!” WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THATS WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FORRRR

“wait what?” roll credits-

“he and i have been together since back in june! we’ve been figuring out the right time to tell you guys.”YESSSSSSSS

“oh!” lasko you’re too precious-

DAMIEN NO YOU HAVENT. STOP.

“damien you have not.” SEE??? THANK YOU HUXLEY.

“the only one who’s been an ass is me, but i’m very happy for you two.” GAVINNNNN

“i know it was just teasing gav, it’s okay” YAY THE BOYS ARE GOOD

“congratulations!” lasko i love you.

his rambleeeee he’s so adorable and sweet. he’s genuinely happy for them and there’s no sense of anger or upset feelings in his voice. he’s genuinely happy. his ramble going on about it proves it.

“you’re a really cute couple!” UNDERSTATEMENT.

“i had some suspicions-“ OMG LASKO. “but i wasn’t going to say anything” we know <3

“should i cut him off?” “let him go for a bit” THEIR CHUCKLES AFTER FUCK THEYRE SO CUTE

“lasko, it’s okay buddy.” “there was a lot of sweet stuff in there, thank you. we are happy, really happy. and it feels really good to finally tell you guys, so uh, thank you.” I CAN HEAR THEM BOTH SMILING.

“thank you for trusting us with it, and lasko’s right, you do make a cute couple.” YES THEY DO.

“shut up gavin!” “aw thanks gav!” soulmates. SOULMATES YOUR HONOR

“two kinds of people” “i-i mean i did kinda call it with the odd couple thing!” “do not side with him lasko!” “but we are cute damien! specially you.” “awwww”

“you knew i was sappy when you picked me!” “awww!” “STOP saying awwww!” “at this rate, there’s gonna be a damien shaped burn in our couch freelancer!” “well, if you four would stop teasing me, i could stop doing my best impression of a furnace!” “but i love your heat.” OMFG

“lasko, do not open your mouth!” “sorry!” “ah, shit”

“if i didn’t know any better i’d say our favorite furnace hates being the center of attention!” “and i’d say you’d be right! lasko, start the race!” “i told ya nothing would change”

YAYYYYY THEY KISSSSS I CAN HEAR ALL OF THEIR SMILES AGAIN.

“thank you. NOW START THE DAMN RACE” damien i fucking love you omg-

their laughs- ugh my fav boys i love them!!!!

okay okay- so. i have not laughed and smiled that hard in an audio for a while, it’s been really fucking nice.

i’ve had a frustrating couple of days, and this was super nice to just let go and laugh and smile with my fav boys :)) thank you redacted, seriously.

now- damien and huxley’s relationship has only gotten better and better. there’s always been some sort of connection between them, and they’ve always gotten along together. the way they’ve come to care and love each other is extraordinary and beautiful to see. after inversion, fuck it made them both realize not to waste any time, and they truly love each other. i love their relationship so much. they’re perfect together and i can’t wait to see more!

lasko- precious boy, he’s so sweet still to this day and so supportive. redacted could’ve gone about this in a different way and he’ll maybe in the future give lasko some angst- EVEN IF HE DOESNT DESERVE IT. but i’d like to think he’s either just happy with himself, or another character.

orrrr HE’LL GET WITH THE GODDAMN FREELANCER AND GAVIN. THEY ALL FIT SO WELL IT MAKES SENSE. if it doesn’t happen, no harm done! i’m just saying- IT WOULD WORK OKAY? AND BEAUTIFULLY SO.

gavin- it’s nice to hear more of his teasing self, even if he does have to get back to making sure he isn’t crossing any lines again. and that’s okay. he got into some hot water, but damien understands, and gavin will get back to that happy medium soon. love the best and only incubus :))

this audio was fucking great, and it’s probably in my top five now, it’s that good. it made my day, it was happy it was story driven and it was full of laughter. i love it.

WHOS NEXT- CAELUMMMMMMMMMM MY SON. OH GOD IM GONA CRY I MISSED HIM SO FUCKING MUCH. IM DEFINITELY GONNA CRY WITH THIS EVEN IF ITS NOT THE POINT. DEFINITELY FEEL LIKE FL WILL CRY TOO BUT HAPPY TEARS. ugh i’m so excited. and impatient lmao

#redacted asmr #redacted gavin #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted lasko #readyrambles

[normally-o-a-k]

Hey look a fanfiction

Scam/Jodie

Friends to lovers, multi chapter, no beta we die like Glenn, idk what to tag this I’ve never written fic before lmao, spoilers kinda? I’m gonna genuinely miss writing this.

Rating: Teen

Chap 8/8 (this is it folks)

Previous chapter:

After the first month of earnest whispered ‘I love you’s from Scam, it became an obvious game.

Another month full of portals opening at various points in the week. Scam leaning casually over the edge of them to smile and wink and tell him he loves him, all perfectly timed to continually burn up whatever Jodie had been holding at the moment.

Jodie hadn’t been counting everything he’d lost to this game, but he was relieved that the times it had be reports, he’d always been heading to the shredder anyway. In its own way Scam’s game had been working, the intensity of the flames had lessened recently but it was still a fairly large inconvenience.

So when Scam opens a portal next to him while he’s brushing his teeth, leaning on it like it’s a windowsill, he’s no longer surprised.

“Hello again handsome~! Did you miss me? You know I’ve missed you ~<3” Scam rests his hand on his cheek. “We fought some guys yesterday and one of them had a ruby that was the same color as your eyes, and I couldn’t help but think of you~”

Jodie smiles, rinsing his mouth and putting the toothbrush which he was sure Scam was hoping to watch him melt, down on the sink. “Of course I missed you…”

“How much~?” Scam smiles “I need to know~ it’s very much a competition”

He laughs softly “hm, enough to want to pull you through that portal and smother you with kisses”

“What a delicious way to die! I think I’m ready! I’m a willing sacrifice if that’s my method of expiry~!” Scam laughs, rolling over so he can play dead, dramatically hanging half out of the portal. He opens one eye to see if Jodie has picked up his toothbrush again.

Jodie laughs and picks it up. “Go ahead”

“Oooh? You’re giving me permission~?” He turns back over and grins

“Does that take the fun out of it?” He laughs “Sorry, I’m just glad I get to see you so often…and I like hearing you say it…”

“I love you~”

Jodie blushes but notably does not catch on fire, which surprises even him.

“Finally~!” Scam grins and climbs out of the inky black void of the portal to pull him into a kiss. Jodie leans in, tossing his toothbrush back behind him towards the sink so both his his hands are free to try and pull Scam closer, stumbling forward until Scam’s back hits the wall.

Scam breaks the kiss grin stretching ear to ear. He peppers his face with kisses, punctuating each one with an ‘I love you’, thrilled that he could without getting burned.

Jodie smiles and pulls him closer, resting his head against Scams chest, confident in how he’d been feeling he decides it’s time to finally say it… “Scam… I love you too”

Scam freezes, all three eyes widening, his tail flicking back and forth. “Jodie~” his face completely magenta from how hard he was blushing. “How off the table is spending the night?~”

“I’m still not ready for anything like-“

“Just sleeping~ I mean the just sleeping sort of spending the night~” he could wait as long as Jodie needed for anything else.

“That sounds nice…” he nods and pulls back from the embrace to lead him out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.

“You’ve never let me in your bedroom before~” Scam grins “Maybe I’ll ask to stay every night~”

“You’re saying that like I would tell you no…” he climbs into bed already in a tshirt and flannel pj pants. He was starting to feel a little nervous.

“I suppose I need to actually wear Pajamas from now on then~” With a snap of his fingers he was dressed in a silk pajama set. He lifts the blanket and climbs under the covers, His four arms wrap around Jodie’s waist, pulling him close.

Scam was in no way ready for how intensely the bed would smell like Jodie, now completely surrounded by the smell of cinnamon and leather. He hadn’t prepared himself for how warm it would be with Jodie nestled against his neck, His fingers tracing circles on Scam’s back as he starts to relax. It was comforting and he knew he wasn’t going to want to leave in the morning.

“Glenn and Nicky are coming home tomorrow… They’ll be here for breakfast” Jodie yawns.

“Oh.” He’d have to be gone then, fairly early too since Jodie was a morning person…He gently runs his fingers through Jodie’s hair. “Don’t worry~ I’ll leave before they get here~ Nicky won’t-“

“Scam I want you to join us… I think It’s probably time to tell Nicky that we’re seeing eachother”

“You’re sure?~”

“Yes…he’s probably got a pretty good idea something’s up anyway. “ he smiles and leans up to kiss his cheek. “Goodnight Scam… I love you”

“I love you too~”

———

Of all the people to show up for the Close-Foster family meals, Nicky had not expected Scam. He eyes him suspiciously through the doorway but doesn’t yet say anything about it. “Is mom coming?”

“Not today, she’ll be here tomorrow though, she misses you too” Jodie pulls him in for a hug. Morgan wasn’t an uncommon guest in hell, they’d remained friends after the separation and if Jodie was right there was interest growing between her and Glenn so she was going to be in his life for the long haul.

Glenn raises an eyebrow when he sees Scam standing as awkwardly as he feels by the breakfast table in the next room. He walks over and pats him hard on the back “I was wondering where you got off to last night”

“Don’t expect me to sleep at camp ever again~ Jodie is just so deliciously comfortable, I’m intent on breaking him out of his habit of being an early riser~” he smirks.

“…gross. Look, if you two are getting more serious about each other that’s great, but I know you like to say stuff that’s not exactly kid friendly…just remember Jodie is Nicky’s dad so when you say weird shit it’s going to effect him”

“oh no worries Glenn~ I wouldn’t dream of upsetting my future step son~”

“Oh I really really don’t like that. Scam, listen, Nicky’s approval is a big deal, don’t fuck this up.” He pats him on the back again “if you do, you can just toss any future you’ve got in you head out the window. The kid matters more than you, comprende?”

He actually hadn’t considered how important this breakfast could be before right now. “Even if he loves me~?”

“It won’t matter if Nicky wants you gone”

He stands up a bit straighter. “Well I certainly don’t want that~ I suppose I should actually say hello now~” he steps away from where Glenn cornered him, walking as casually as he can up to Jodie and Nicky. “Good morning Nicky~ I hope you slept well? Yesterday sure was fun wasn’t it~?”

Nicky makes a face “we had to kill like three guys yesterday… so I mean … yeah I guess?” He looks to Jodie “Dad… why is he here?”

Jodie pats Nicky’s shoulder “let’s all go eat and we can talk about it?”

Nicky, having not gotten the answer he wanted, looks at Glenn. He finger tuts ‘what’s going on?’

Jodie catches the movement out of the corner of his eye and glares at Glenn mouthing ‘don’t you dare’

Glenn looks between the two “He’ll tell you, just wait…”

Nicky grumbles but heads to the table regardless, sitting in his usual spot.

Jodie relaxes, waiting for everyone to sit down infront of their pancakes. “So, how was your week?”

Glenn just shrugs and starts digging in “still net zero info.”

Nicky doesn’t touch his pancakes yet. “My week was fine.” It was a terse response. He didn’t like that Jodie was hiding something from him.

Scam was nervous now, how do you impress children? Surely if he hadn’t made a positive impression with all his jokes and japes over the last year or so, there wasn’t going to be much more he could do? He absolutely has to get Nicky’s approval…Sweets maybe? He reaches over, hand outstretched, various types of unwrapped candy oozing from his palm and dropping onto Nicky’s pancakes.

Nicky tries not to gag and pushes his plate away, looking at Jodie with urgency. “DAD.”

Glenn cracks up “holy shit”

Scam hesitates and then slides his uneaten plate of pancakes towards Nicky. “Apologies~ I just thought you’d like sweets~ don’t all children wish they could have candy for breakfast?”

Jodie just buries his face in his hands “Scam what are you doing?”

“Was that the wrong move?~” Scam takes the plate covered in candy and unhinges his jaw, pouring the contents of the dish into his mouth. “There, it’s gone~!”

Nicky frowns. “Dad. Why is Scam here?”

Jodie sighs “yeah okay…I was kind of hoping this would go a bit smoother…”

Scam fidgets with a fork, he’d fucked up. It’d been only a few minutes into the breakfast and he’d blown it.

“You know how your Mom and I haven’t been together for a while? Well… Scam and I really like each other and-“

“What?!” Nicky wasn’t sure what exactly he was feeling besides pure unadulterated shock.

“We love each other” Jodie looks as nervous as Scam is. “So he’s going to be around a lot…”

He wanted his dad to be happy but… this was the weirdest possible choice. “Am…I going to have to call him ‘dad’?”

“No, of course not…” Jodie relaxes and reaches out for Scam’s hand, still looking at Nicky “Are you… okay with it?”

“I mean he’s really weird Dad…but yeah…just… how long have you guys… been dating?”

Scam grins “The week after next is our three month anniversary~! I’ve never been so excited about the passing of time~<3”

Jodie blushes “you’ve been keeping track?”

“Of course I have~ Every minute I get to spend as your lover means so much to me~ ” he leans on the table, resting his chin on his hands, his grin widening, absolutely smitten with Jodie.

“Oh god, please don’t call my dad your ‘lover’… just say boyfriend….” The reality of it was starting to hit Nicky. Scam was part of his dads life, potentially forever judging by how sweetly they were staring at each other.

Glenn pats Nicky on the back “they’re kinda grossly sweet together huh? You should be happy for your dad”

“Yeah I am…but…. If Scam hurts him I’ll kill him myself”

Glenn laughs “you’re a good kid.”

Jodie smiles and holds Scams hand across the table. Nicky being on board meant they were free to be open about how they felt for each other now.

Scam was relieved, He’d been accepted, albeit begrudgingly, but still accepted none the less. This meant he was part of the family now didn’t it? How wonderful! His grin widens and with a lilt of curiosity asks “How long until we consider Marriage?~”

Jodie instantly ignites.

#this was fun! im glad I did this! #thanks for reading <3 #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dnd dads #dndads s2 #dndads spoilers #dnddads #scam actually #scam likely #dndads season 2 #dndads fanfic #dungeons and daddies fan fiction #jodie x scam #scam x jodie #scamster #scodie #jodie/scam #scam/jodie

[henriiiii-1001old]

OOOH if youre up to it, i'd love to hear the reasonings for the different halos and wings in the dream au!! (why mark has just the one while cesar has two, why some people's wings are bigger/smaller etc!) it sounds super interesting :D

OOOOOO OKOKOK i can answr a few of these :DDDDD

so i'll start w ruth. she has three halos bc i wanted her to resemble 333 and her guardian angel stuff. as for her wings, i gave her yellow bc thats just the color i gave her (i make yellow characters suffer so much though i am so sorry to ruth DFVGBHNJ), as for her size i am just a pretty ruth advocate and beeg wings just make her look pretty <33333

for mark and cesar: mark has a halo going around his head bc i thought it would be a cool contrast to everyone else's halos! i gave him blue wings bc everyone gives him the blue color so i sacrificed my pride and gave him blue </3. as for cesar, he gets two halos bc one symbolizes his fanon death, which is him somehow either slitting his throat or stabbing it. his wings are red bc he is just so red <3333

for thatcher: he has lil tiny baby wings bc i said so. i genuinely cannot remember why i gave him tiny ass wings but here we are DCFVGBHNJ. for his halo tho i just thought itd be a cool contrast as well!!!!

for lynn and jude: their halos are intertwined to serve as irony that their marriage here is the opposite of how it was in the real world. they are cyan and indigo bc thats just the colors i have them lmao

for adam and jonah: adam's stuff is all for alternate symbolism and stuff. like him having horns, a tail, and having his wings fade to black? yeah thats just him being an alt LMAOOO. as for jonah, he doesnt have wings or a halo bc thatcher hasnt actually met him yet.

for sarah, she is represented as more of a growing angel. her barely formed halo and wings are representative of her still needing to grow up as well as more symbolism for thatcher having not met her yet.

i havent thought abt dave much but he does get a halo and wings of his own. he is very lime green colored and probably has two halos, both going over his eyes to symbolize his death. he is only seen when thatcher goes back into that world through a dream he has before waking up in catalyst.

ALSO EVELIN IS GONNA BE IN THIS TOO!!!! shes gonna be w adam and its also gonna be irony in how their relationship turned out. idk what her design is gonna be yet tho so gimme time to think abt her.

alt thatcher also only appears in the pre-catalyst dream, but he has MUCH bigger wings than anyone else to act as symbolism for him being a "better version" of thatcher. a bright glorious halo surrounds his head as well to further the symbolism.

#mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue #dream sweet au #thatcher davis #ruth weaver #mark heathcliff #cesar torres #adam murray #jonah marshall #sarah heathcliff #dave lee #evelin miller #none of the alts except for alt thatcher appear in the other world btw #maaaaybe gabe and intruder will make an appearance for if he goes back post-catalyst but we'll see #ty for the ask tho!!!! #friend tag #evidence reel #alternate thatcher #vol 333 alternate #station interviews #a2t

[avocadosockz]

just saw the 50 questions ask game

questions 8, 16, 36, 45? 🎤

Hi Maddie!! Thank you for the asks!!

8. Do you collect anything? If so, what?

I do! I collect spoons actually lmao, I have like 80?? I get them whenever I go on trips or to museums and stuff you'd be shocked how many gift shops sell collectable spoons

I started when I was little and idk I've just kept it up since then I have like spoon cases in my room and its something most people don't know about me!

16. Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

OOOH I have 2 sorry not sorry. One is a giant creme colored hoodie that has a huge MARVEL logo on the front, I'm not a huge marvel girlie anymore but its so oversized and comfy and whenever I loan it to people they always love it so much

my second one is more recent, its my renee rapp tour hoodie, its black and its also perfectly oversized, super comfy and not gaudy tour wear like some other artists stuff I have. I literally wear those two constantly like all of my friends know about those two hoodies

36. What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

hmmm I'm pretty good at air hockey tbh, I'm a goalie so I have great hand eye coordination and reaction time so I always dominate at air hockey!!

45. Do you have good handwriting?

Sometimes I get compliments on it sometimes it looks like chicken scratch lol

thank you so much for these questions I love this

from this post

#asks #Maddie asks #SEND ME ASKS

[childofaura]

Thanks for the ask you send and now it’s my turn to return it.

What do you honestly think of Mikuro's art in FEH?

Oooh, this is a good pick. Mikuro’s a very balanced artist so I’ll definitely have fun with this one.

Mikuro’s the artist who’s drawn three Camilla alts (so they’ve literally drawn one third of Camilla’s total FEH artwork, lol), Halloween Nils, Itsuki, Plegian Kris, two Elise alts, etc… basically they have a good number of notches in their belt of FEH art.

It’s really goofy, but first things first I want to point out that Mikuro’s very balanced in the fan service department, lmao. I know I had my mini-complaint about Dorothea having sexy alts before even being included as a base unit, but none of that’s directed at the artists themselves. And for what it’s worth, Dorothea looks very pretty:

Mikuro in general actually has really well designed seasonal costumes:

(Yes even Summer Camilla has a nice outfit)

And even looking at the artwork above, the colors are really nice, the expressions are pretty good, and the posework is varied and fun most of the time. Though there’s a few that have posing issues:

I appreciate what they’re trying to do for both Kris and Elise, giving us something both new and dynamic, but it does look funky if you stare at it for too long. Elise’s legs look a little goofy, and Kris’s head in junction with his body looks pasted on.

And then of course we were given good ol’ Dieck:

Didn’t shy away from the scars (which is the most important aspect of Dieck’s attractiveness), bless them.

There’s also a decent amount of variety to the characters they’ve drawn, too. Haven’t seen them tackle older characters, but that’s ok.

Mikuro’s a good solid 9/10. Here’s hoping they get more chances to draw a unit (AND A DIECK ALT PLS!)

#Fire Emblem Heroes #FEH #ask game #Seriously though their Nils art is so cute and Dieck is gorgeous #And their art for Elise is pretty adorable too

[eric-the-bmo]

eep I'm bad at thinking of questions, any fun facts about your characters??? ooh or actually I've just been discussing music, what kinda music do your characters listen to?

[this might be rambe-y im so sorry lmao]

oooh!!! yes i like this one, Music Time

John listens to folk punk and whatever genre Lore Huron and Hozier are. (also a bit of vocaloid, solely because of Shelby)

Theodore listen to like. Cool electronic music. Haven't determined the exact genre but its very Computer

Once again I don't know the genre but I think Leo doesn't quite have a favorite genre? Since his memories got blasted he's not quite sure anymore, but in my brain I associate him with Matt Maeson a lot since I was listening to his songs a bunch when creating him.

Annabelle's setting has a 1920s kind of vibe (at least the kingdom she lives in does), and so she enjoys that kind of old-timey jams!

Ven and John actually have like, really similar music tastes, sans the vocaloid bc it doesnt exist in Ven's universe. Folk Punk is Ven's guilty pleasure

I... I don't think Apollo listens to music. Like I dont think the City has any save for idk, Latin choirs or whatever.

....has Rhidian even heard music since he became a Nothic. bro does he know what that is /hj

Murmur listens to like. So much vocaloid/pop/electronic music. They love it sm they blast it near 24/7 into their earbuds

hmm Fun Facts (a mix of Character and Developmental):

Theodore admitted during the White House Heist (have I even told yall about that) that he's been thrown out of a window before

Theodore's got a roommate named Steve and like. He was only around for the first session and I miss him sm, that guy was great

Theo please stop skipping your fucking classes

Ven likes peppermint tea. Peppermint tea is also known to help with headaches, which he gets a lot!

Shelby was 22 when she met John (aka hit him with her car)

Shelby was also intended to be a self-insert when I first made her; she was the Mundane for MoTW, but then I got to wondering "what if she and John were friends" and the rest was history

She's also a twitch streamer solely bc i realized she needed a job and that was the funniest option to me

John's limbs are very long in proportion to the rest of his body! His arms are like, Super Long

Rhidian dislikes touch; not only because it's been a Very Long Time since anyone's touched him, but also because he wants the first person he touches to be his girlfriend- once she gets a physical body, of course (they are going to hold hands and kiss <3)

Annabelle is So Adamant in the fact she's not part of Warrick's family; she's his secretary, and not his daughter, thank you very much- but she always participates during Family Game Night

She also would like collecting vinyls :-)

Leo's heterochromia happened because I couldn't determine which eye color he should have, and so I gave him Both

His eyes have become my Favorite Thing about them, and there's like. So much symbolism in them dude. I'd ramble more but my fellow VtM players follow me here.

On the subject of Leo, he was originally created in 2020 as an entity that lived in TV static and would try to drag people in, as he was desperate for company- as you can see, he's changed A Lot from his original concept

Leo's original concept has since been recycled for a potential Rapture Heights monster that I've taken to calling Hijack.

Apollo and Leo both have a habit of holding their hands together when they miss their partner/exes- and it's actually a habit I myself have picked up.

John's whole NotDeer thing started because I had told a librarian about him, and admitted I didn't know what kind of monster he was yet- and she asked if he was a deer monster due to his last name. Thank you Ms Librarian u changed his entire trajectory thank u <3

Did you know there's a visual novel about a character also John Doe? He's eerily similar to mine in terms of visual, I think

Valentine was created after/ while I was reading the DIE comic series- the main character's scene in prison was the main inspiration for him.

Due to enchantment magic having the potential to be used for Awful Things, I explicitly made Valentine to be a sex-repulsed asexual, and intended for him to be aromantic as well.

Valetine killed Velma (yeah, from Scooby Doo) during his one-shot

Oh, and fun fact about me: in my dnd server, I'm the reason there's a rule stating that one-shot characters need to be able to breathe <3

#eric finally speaks #ask answered #john doe vibes #ven vibes #annabelle vibes #leo vibes #rhidian vibes #shelby vibes #valentine vibes #apollo vibes #theodore vibes #is this coherent #i think im a bit tipsy as i was writing all tis but whatevr

[elssbethtascioni]

For the random ask:

4, 6, 17, 36 and another one you want to answer

I hope I picked numbers you haven't answered before 😅

4. describe your dream house

oooh honestly the idea of having a house is so overwhelming so i'd prob say it'd be like an apartment somewhere in a city but like somewhere walkable and it would be like earth tones and cozy with lots of natural light

6. do you enjoy driving in general?

lmao no. i learned to drive at 23 and avoid it as much as possible i've gotten better at not feeling as anxious behind the wheel but still not a calm experience. love being a passenger tho

17. if you could wear one color for the rest of your life, what would it be?

ohhh this is so hard probably black bc you can do good all black outfits but it would make me so sad to not have other colors

36. do you prefer hot or cold beverages?

generally cold bc i always burn myself on hot beverages asdhk

45. which hand is your favorite?

i picked this question bc it made me laugh like who has a fave hand? but then i realized my left hand is so useless i've even dropped things i was holding in my left hand without even realizing so i guess i do have a fav and it's not her ahdak

#thankssss <3 #reply

[weird-dere-fics]

Show me the lil creature

I would like to see the baby ⚫w⚫ 💕💕(purring noises)

Also still thinking of what animal i want to make her, since its gonna be animal...thinkong hard

Before i share her, in my last reply I forgor to say congrats on finishing the semester!! I amn so proud of u :3. And I’m glad your break has been relaxing so far uwu ❤️❤️❤️.

Now, here is the baby uwu

She is a little flower bulb! No arms for her lmao. This is why she has magic uwu. She is one of the characters who mostly have her eyes closed. She can fit in the palm of ur hand. I like to imagine she can change her color and what flower she blooms too. But normally she is a light pink with darker pink petals uwu.

Oooh lil animal sounds cute uwu. I feel like u would be a gentle but playful animal? Or maybe not even necessarily gentle but like smol lmao. Smth furry for sure. Floofy even uwu. Maybe like a mouse??? Orrrr hamster? Or perhaps a Wolverine. Maybe monke to be with the monkey doods u like whose names I forgor. Wu Kang??? Or smth like that hekdhsksh

#miracle cherry 🌸🍒 #dere fics convo