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britany1997 · 29 days

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Man of Your Midsummer Night’s Dreams

Dwayne x GN Fae Reader

Hope y’all enjoy this sweet little meet cute fic for Dwayne and Fae reader! Was really going for a ‘intimidating tough guy x sunshine reader’ trope hehe.

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Dwayne awoke with a start, fumbling around in the dark. He patted around his necklace, only to find another piece missing.

He growled lowly to himself and jumped down from the ceiling, waking the boys.

Paul yawned, rubbing his eyes. “What’s wrong man, why ya up so early?”

Dwayne frowned. “It happened again.”

Marko leapt down to the floor beside Dwayne. “Dude that’s crazy,” he scratched his head in confusion. “How could someone…I mean how did they…” he sighed.

“I don’t know,” Dwayne’s hands balled into fists. “But I’m gonna find out.”

You zipped around the boardwalk, snagging pins from jackets, buttons from bags, and dangly earring from ears, leaving a glamor in their place so as not to alert the owner to your thieving. You filled your arms with any shiny object you could get your hands on.

Humans were simple, you thought to yourself as you weaved in and out of the massive crowd of people, so easily charmed and tricked.

You paused to watch the sight of them bumbling around the boardwalk, unaware of your presence and the mischief you were causing. You laughed to yourself.

While you were largely indifferent to humans, there were a few you liked more than others.

Like this one. You cloaked yourself with invisibility, allowing your catlike smile to disappear into the sea air.

You tailed the dark haired man, his beauty beckoning like a candle in the dark.

You toyed with his hair, taking a strand between your fingers and pulling lightly. You stilled when his head turned just slightly. Could he see you?

He shrugged and returned to joking around with his friends, probably blaming your ministrations on the wind.

You smirked. He was just some silly human…some silly, pretty human man.

You picked at the charms on his necklace. You’d been visiting him every now and again, taking piece after piece and building a necklace of your own.

You wanted to remember this human when you eventually flitted out of town. They didn’t usually come this cute.

You reached out to pull at the necklace, but before you could, his hand sealed around your wrist.

You gasped, your invisibility fading, causing you to materialize in front of the four men.

You were so shocked, you couldn’t contain the glamor keeping you in human form. Translucent wings, soft and thin as silk, sprouted from your shoulder blades.

The blonde men’s eyes filled with awe as they took in the sight of you, but the dark haired man only scowled.

Your first impulse was to compress to your true form and fly away, but the man growled under his breath, his fangs poking out of his mouth. “Don’t even try it,” he warned.

Your jaw dropped, “you’re- you’re not human,” you stuttered.

The bleach blond man chuckled, “not quite sprite.”

Your nose scrunched in annoyance, “I’m a fairy,” you corrected.

He smirked at you and the dark haired man, “you’re all the same to me.”

You scowled.

The bleach blond man grabbed the two other men by their collars. “We’ll see you back at the cave Dwayne,” his eyes narrowed on you, “seems you’ve got some business to deal with before you head home.”

Your eyes widened in fear. You turned towards Dwayne. “You wouldn’t want my blood, it’s poisonous for vampires,” you lied.

He yanked you into an alleyway nearby and pushed you up against a cold stone wall. “You’re a liar little thief,” he purred.

You squeaked.

“Why did you steal from me?” He demanded.

You gaped like a fish, your eyes taking in his beautiful face. You could lose yourself in those big brown eyes.

You longed to touch his chiseled jaw and feel his stubble beneath your fingers.

You blushed.

He pushed you harder into the stone. “Tell me.”

“Stop! My wings,” you whimpered, the pressure threatening to crack them.

Dwayne’s firm expression never wavered, but he did loosen his grip. “Spit it out,” he demanded.

“I- I liked you,” you confessed. “I just wanted something of yours to keep with me.”

His brow furrowed and he let you down. “What?” he asked.

Your face turned bright red. “Fae we um…we like small little trinket things,” you gestured to his necklace.

“But we like pretty things too,” you shifted on your feet nervously, you felt caught in two different ways.

Dwayne cocked his head. You waited nervously for his reaction.

His lip pulled up into a smirk. “You think I’m pretty?” he teased.

You huffed, your already red face going full tomato. “You don’t have to make a big deal about it,” you pouted.

“Don’t be shy,” he purred, “I think you’re pretty too.”

He ran the back of his hand along your wings gently. “You’re such a delicate little thing, arentcha baby?”

You giggled, your wings twitching with excitement. “Vampires are so interesting,” you leaned in to stroke his chest lightly, “I’ve heard all about your sharp teeth, but no one’s ever told me about your silver tongues.”

His smile was all fang.

You flashed him a pouty look with big puppy dog eyes, “do you forgive me?” you asked, “for taking your things.”

He raised an eyebrow, holding out his hand to you, “why don’t you give them back first.”

You pouted, but reluctantly handed over the charms from his necklace.

“How bout I make you your own baby?” he offered. “Come back to the cave with me, I’ll make you anything you want.”

You beamed, nodding and shrinking down to your true fairy form. You landed, sitting down in the palm of his outstretched hand.

His other hand came around to stroke your cheek with one finger. “You’re adorable like this,” he whispered, “so precious.” He held you reverently.

You blushed, smiling up at him with admiration. You wouldn’t be leaving Santa Carla anytime soon.

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elkian · 1 year

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Oh yeah since it’s Homestuck Day here’s a post I’ve been sitting on for a bit.

Davesprite’s tragedy is even deeper than is immediately obvious.

The scale, time-wise, of the base game - the Alpha Timeline - is something of a joke. It pokes fun, I think, at the concept of Webcomic Time - that an event taking place over dozens of pages over the course of months is, in-canon, only taking place across a day or two.

But Davesprite. Oh, Davesprite.

Dave-the-sprite came from a timeline 4 months (chrono) past Day 1. He’d been hopping enough for it to come out to maybe 1 year for him. He’s very lanky in the animation, and when Rose’s dreamself merges with her Alpha self, the sprites are very slightly different sizes. Future Mutie is visibly older.

But then The Alpha Timeline? The Course Of The Game?

One. Day.

What an absolute whiplash, you guys. He’s been grinding and prepping and mentally readying himself and fucking grieving for his pretty much only friends for nearly a year. Remember how Dragon Ball Z had the Hyper time chamber and it was mentioned that it’s hard to use alone? Because being in there on your lonesome, that’s tough. That’s Dave. He had Rose, who was also grieving and having her own crises that he may or may not have been equipped to help her through at all, and he’s doing all this.

And in like, maybe 12 hours, it’s suddenly all over.

And then he finds out it’s gonna be another three years, but hey, this time he has Jade and John, the people he missed so desperately that he was willing to give up being The Real Dave, a real human, for.

And to them? He’s an extra.

He’s Bonus Dave. He’s Davesprite. He’s Basically Dave, (almost) As Good As The Real Thing!

Like, it’s very hard for me to articulate, but the way that both of them refer to him during the course of their cruise is... dehumanizing, in differing ways.

John calls him Dave, because He’s Basically Dave. (This is after John asked him to let The Real Dave in on their convo, recall). He doesn’t need to be treated any different, because he’s indistinguishable from The Real Dave, Pretty Much!

Jade isn’t as bad - possibly her stint as+fusion with Jadesprite helped - but the way Grimbark Jade loses her temper with Dave post-jump is... telling. She blames a boy she hasn’t spoken with in 3 years for something that a person who is not actually him did.

And he just! Fucking gets forgotten! I know Davepeta feels like an asspull to many readers, but honestly, it’s probably the best thing to happen to Davesprite since his John bit it. Like, was he the one from John’s timeline, or did he not die when the rebooted planet blew up or what? I’ve never understood that.

At least as Davepeta they have multiple people who are genuinely glad to be around them. At least Equius cares about one half and AR doesn’t not-care about the other and they’ve basically got a bestie in Arquiusprite! Getting fused with a reanimated alien catgirl in an alternate timeline(????) was probably the best thing to happen to Dave for a long, long time.

And I’m not even done!

Let’s talk Terezi.

Once we get through Act 5 and the trolls connect with the humans, we get a whole Fairy Godtroll situation that’s kinda cute. John gets Karkat and Vriska in his ear, Jade gets Tavros and Feferi and Kanaya and Karkat (Jade gets a lot of new people, doesn’t she?), Rose still has her Kanaya convos.

And Dave.

Gets.

Terezi.

They’re a great duo, very fun to watch - even with Vriska and Terezi’s weird rivalry shenanigans getting tangled up in it from time to time. As far as he knows, she’s just a bit of an internet weirdo who’s fun enough to hang out with.

As far as Alpha Dave knows, that is.

Davesprite came back, remember, to fix the timeline after Terezi got his John killed. Dave comes back, and argues with his John - that’s the first thing he gets to say to his best friend, one of his only friends, after a year of grieving in a dead, lonely session with only Rose for company. If he loses the fight, John dies.

After some effort, he gets his dumbass (beloved) pal to stop doing the stupid thing, then gives up his humanity (his existence as a core player, his role, his autonomy) and jumps into the sprite. Calsprite was a void of dead-eyed laughter and horror, so he wants to give the kids the best shot they can get, and having a non-cagey sprite on their side is a huge boost.

And Dave, Alpha Dave?

He ignores this.

He takes Terezi’s advice, over and over. Davesprite gives him the medallion, and we never see it used (we never see any sprite medallion used, as far as I can recall). Davesprite has to actively contact his player (his luckier, prime, Alpha self) and make him accept help, like guarding his body in his sleep. Meanwhile, Alpha Dave is getting codec support from the person who killed John, precipitating Davesprite’s entire existence in the narrative.

With the way the comic is structured, it’s really easy to blip over this, but this is what’s happening. Davesprite’s POV must be a goddamn horror movie, complete with futile shouting at the protagonists to stop going into the scary tunnels and following the advice of people who are blatantly out to hurt them. No fucking wonder he eventually fucked off the find Bro, who despite being an abusive piece of shit (did Davesprite ever get the chance to work that one out for himself?), is at least a constant. He’s the sole tie to the life this Dave left behind. Damn. And Dave doesn’t even come looking for him after he “dies”! If Davesprite didn’t vandalize that poster, would Alpha Dave have even known he was alive?

....fuck, is that why he keeps pasting orange text onto things? And provoking John into anger? Is he just doing his damnedest to keep from being trivialized and forgotten?

In the story, in the grand scheme of things, Davesprite is key to keep John from getting killed, and past that?

He has no purpose.

There’s no point to his existence.

His player seeks neither his advice nor his protection. His friends consider him part of the game they’re playing, rather than (an iteration of) their friend. The trolls mock him by doing nothing he can stop or really argue against. His rage has nowhere to go, so he has no rage.

No wonder he chases after Bro. No wonder he chills with Jadesprite. No wonder, no wonder. What a mess. What a disaster. He spends three years on the damn ship and as soon as the groups meet up, Jade begins projecting the time he spent with her on a guy she hasn’t seen since she was 13! And Alpha Dave just says “well, he’s bird me” and accepts this, except when he might get blamed for something he didn’t actually do!

God.

#April 13th 2023 #elk text #davesprite #meta #homestuck #13th #April #2023

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equinox-86 · 8 months

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Dark Fate Prologue Sakamaki ver.

♬ BGM: Lethal Dose Chronoclasm ♬

Noctis: *gulp*

Ayato: Fufu… What's wrong Chichinashi? Already pissing yourself because of a few wolves? You're such a coward.

Noctis: Sigh...

Ayato: !!!

*Noctis spits fire*

Noctis: Watch it, nerd.

Ayato: Oi, watch where you aim that thing, you Pyromaniac!

Noctis: Shut up, I just saved your ass!! Be grateful

*HOOOWWWLLLL*

Noctis: Look, they're afraid of the fire and are backing off.

Ayato: Tch. You've got balls playing with that thing. If you grill me you'll pay with your blood, got that?! Aa?!

Noctis: Bet.

Noctis: (As if I'm that careless! Hm... but chasing him around with it doesn't sound too bad either fufufu!)

Noctis turns to Ayato.

Ayato: Oi! Did you not hear what I just said?!

Noctis: Fufu! Relax. I'm just kidding.

Ayato: You...

Subaru: Heh, you got bested by that alcoholic. How lame.

Reiji: Sigh... Quiet. All of you.

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Disclaimer: Noctis did not burn the wolves. She used the fire to intimidate them to create a safety distance between them without causing harm. The same scenario plays out in the Mukami version, but the small Sakamaki script I wrote was funnier ｡:+((*´艸`))+:｡

This is just a piece of what happened in her prologue. I loved the idea of Noctis spitting fire via alcohol as a means of self-defense and wanted to show it off as a cg! Now you know why the meme categorized her as "cause of mansion fire".

Poll answer: This time, her anger is directed at Shin and Carla. While Ayato and Noctis seem like they don't get along, they're actually friends (although they're too stubborn to admit it.) They always poke fun at each other.

THIS WAS SO HARD TO PULL OFF IN SATOI'S STYLE AAAAAAAAAA

Now I'm confident to do the sprites.

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woolshark · 9 days

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Hi! My name is Janis, and I just launched my shop!

I'm currently selling perler art pieces of the various Poke Ball designs and of the generation 1 & 2 Menu sprites from Pokemon!

I want to expand and make & offer more to people, but for now I just wanna make it off the ground~

And hey, if you want a custom design, I do offer those as commissions if you check my carrd!

(Note that currently I only ship to the contiguous 48 states of the USA. Sorry!)

#janis posts #perler art #perler #perler beads #pokemon #self promo

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fandom-junk-drawer · 2 years

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found.

Yennefer has no clue how Geralt always ends up getting into odd situations when he's around Jaskier

The Witcher is usually so serious and disciplined, always on guard and watching so he's ready for any threat.

He is usually the responsible one, especially with Ciri.

But for some reason, when he's around Jaskier, Yennefer notices Geralt just kind of ...loses all his braincells.

Losing his braincells is normal for Jaskier, because sometimes Yen is convinced he never had any to begin with.

She wonders what is going on in their heads.

They are just living examples of Why Women Live Longer Than Men

Geralt and Jaskier haved jumped off the roof onto a trampoline. Geralt had been more concerned with the dent he'd put in the side of Roach than with his broken wrist.

They tried to see how many of various food items they could stuff in their mouths.

Run around the house wearing dinosaur masks, and if any mail or food delivery service knocks, they are greeted by two grown men in dinosaur masks, making hissing and roaring sounds.

Drank a big glass of water on an empty stomach so they could wiggle around to hear it slosh.

Tried to slide down the stairs in laundry baskets

Jaskier came home soaking wet because he took his motorcycle through the automated car wash while Geralt recorded it.

All the 'I bet you can't...' games that always ended with minor injuries.

Dared each other to eat random things they found while on hunts or outside, like slime, goo, viscous fluids, pasty goops, bugs, etc.

Made a swimming pool in the livingroom with the two couches and a tarp, filled it with orbeez, and stayed in there all afternoon watching tv and eating pizza rolls. Yennefer had made them find every last orbee after the 'pool' burst and flooded the livingroom thousands of little balls.

Giant Sticky Hand fights

Almost got arrested because Geralt and Lambert had seen Jaskier walking, pulled over, and shoved him into the van. People thought they were witnessing a kidnapping.

Naked Nerf Gun War. It hadn't ended well.

Hover board races in spite of the fact that neither of them had ever been on a hover board.

Have spent an entire day doing the Sprite Challenge. It ended only because Geralt made a sound like a dying humpback whale and they laughed so hard they both vomited.

Made horrifying concotions of various foods and liquids, then had a competition to see was brave enough to drink it.

Tried to epilate their leg hair because "how hard could it be?" The screams... The neighbors had called the police thinking someone was being murdered.

Invited Eskel, Lambert, and Coen over, then sat in a circle, took a mouthful of water and slapped each other in the face with a tortilla. The first one to spit their water out lost.

Made flamethrowers with cans of Yennefer's hairspray and lighters and chased eachother through the house. Yennefer had not been happy.

Spent almost and hour trying to see who could make the loudest, grossest sounding fart noise with their hands or insides of their elbows.

Tried to jump on the bed hard enough to make the other bounce off

Tried to see how many times Geralt could get kicked in the balls before he couldn't get back up.

Streaked down the street in broad daylight, and then couldn't get in the house because Lambert had locked them out.

Have to poke/throw firecrackers/try to burn every wasp, hornet, and ant nest they find. Jaskier's left hand had looked like a Mickey Mouse hand and he couldn't play his guitar for several days after he got stung by a "big a** motherf***ing hornet."

Then there was the time Jaskier somehow convinced Geralt to try on a pair of Yennefer's yoga pants.

How Geralt had even managed to get into them was a mystery. Yennefer had to admit that she was impressed with how well the yoga pants had held up. She couldn't even be mad.

And of course she had taken a picture.

Now every time Geralt calls her, that picture of him pops up on the screen.

And it's not even the full picture of Geralt. It's been cropped down to where it's just Geralt's a** in those gray yoga pants.

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jaysworlds · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day One

Stealing from wizards is kinda really fucking stupid, but also wizards’ stuff is always cool as hell, so as long as you can get in and then get out again without getting turned into a rat, or a slime, or something equally as unpleasant then it kind of balances out.

Sprite isn’t exactly in the business of stealing from wizards, except when he is. And right now he’s in the is, because he’s looking for something specific and what else is he gonna do, just buy it?

That would be ridiculous. Sprite never buys things he can steal.

And anyway, there’s not really any danger in this particular situation. He has it on very good authority that the wizard who lives in the tower he’s currently midway through breaking into is a very, very long way away right now, and so as long as he doesn’t walk into any magical traps like some sort of amateur then he’ll be fine.

Which he doesn’t. Because he’s not some sort of amateur, and this is not the first wizard’s tower he’s broken into.

And, okay. Sure he’s here for a reason, but breaking into wizard’s towers is fun. They’re all set up kind of the same way, with the important bits at the top (or the bottom, sometimes, if the wizard in question is particularly fond of caves), and the staircase is always full of traps, and if you poke your head into any rooms off the staircase you’re liable to get it bitten off. Or to inhale some sort of funny gas. Or to see the kind of thing that will scar you for the rest of your life.

So, maybe Sprite has a bit of a warped idea of fun. He thinks it’s fun, at least.

He makes it all the way to the top without getting exploded or set on fire or turned into something nasty, and pushes the heavy wooden door open, looking around.

This room is a little smaller than the ones he’s used to, but set up mostly the same. Desk in the centre, shelves on the walls. Ugly, patterned rug on the floor

Sometimes he wonders if wizards are all part of some weird subspecies which happen to be partial to ugly rugs. The way dragons all hoard gold, or something.

Anyway. That’s not what he’s here for. He’s pretty sure the wizard would be more angry if he stole the rug than the magical object he’s actually here for.

He’s not entirely sure where the object would be, though. That’s the one major difference between all the wizard towers he’s broken into, none of them have the same organization system. Most of them don’t seem to have any organization at all.

Still. He’s determined.

He flicks over the shelves, and then through a cabinet full of spell papers, and then moves onto the desk.

It’s mostly covered in papers, which is pretty typical but also pretty annoying. There’s every chance what he’s looking for is under the papers somewhere.

There are a few other things on the desk, too. A scrying ball (typical), and a funny looking iron cage that distracts him for a moment.

It’s a dust collector, he realises, after a moment. Fairy dust, specifically, because everything in a wizard’s tower collects the regular sort, he’s pretty sure. This one specifically is one of the old, archaic sorts which he isn’t even sure are legal anymore.

It’s just an iron cage with a mesh floor and a collector beneath it. The idea, or what Sprite is pretty sure the idea is, is that whatever unfortunate pixie you put in there has to stay airborne as much as possible or else burn their feet. And in theory flying pixies produce more fairy dust. Works great until the pixie runs out of energy and dies a slow, painful death against the iron of the cage.

Lovely.

Sprite leans down a little to see into the cage and finds that the pixie in this particular one already seems to have succumbed to that fate. He’s laying on the floor of the cage, and doesn’t seem to be moving.

Unfortunate.

It’s kinda soured the whole experience of breaking into this place, actually. Sure, Sprite isn’t exactly a good person, but he’s not cruel for the sake of it. And he doesn’t like people who are.

He unscrews the lid of the cage anyway, reaching in to carefully pick the pixie up. Dead or not, it seems unfair to leave him in there.

Sprite nearly drops him again when he moves, startled. Maybe not as dead as he’d thought.

He does drop him when he bites him, and then nearly slams his hand into the desk catching him again. He can hear him cursing faintly, wings fluttering, though they’re too tattered to actually get him airborne.

It’s a close thing, but Sprite does manage to catch him, lifting him up so he can look at him properly. “That was a dick move.”

To be fair, he feels for the guy. He looks like shit, burns covering the whole side of his body where he was laying against the floor of the cage.

“Yeah, well,” he says, struggling to sit up in Sprite’s hand. His voice is very faint, and somewhat scratchy. “Thought you were someone else.” He eyes Sprite for a moment, suspicious. “The fuck are you?”

“Sprite.” Sprite gives him a mock salute with his free hand. “I’m robbing the place.”

“Ah,” the pixie tells him. “In that case, carry on.”

“Thanks.”

The pixie nods. “I’m Mercy. By the way.”

“Good to meet you.”

The pixie – Mercy – gives him a crooked smile. “Yeah. You too.”

Sprite pauses for a moment, looking around. He really needs to find what he was looking for and get out of here, but he’s not sure what he’s going to do with Mercy in that time. He’s pretty sure hey, can I put you in my pocket for a few minutes is kind of rude, but given as he doesn’t really have any other ideas that’s what he says.

Mercy blinks at him for a moment and then shrugs. “Sure. As long as there’s nothing sticky in there.”

Sprite’s pretty sure he’s got at least one empty pocket, but he checks anyway. There’s a handkerchief in one of them, but it’s clean (and stolen), and he figures Mercy won’t mind.

“Nothing sticky, I promise.”

Mercy nods, and Sprite shifts his hand down to his waist so Mercy can climb into his pocket. He can feel him wriggling around in there for a moment (which feels weird as hell), but then he settles and goes still.

Sprite’s just gonna have to remember he’s in there, and not walk into anything.

It doesn’t take him long to find what he’s here for. It’s just shoved haphazard into one of the desk drawers. Sprite takes it and shoves it with equal care into his pocket.

Getting out is a lot easier than getting in, as always. He goes out a window, bypassing all of the traps in the process.

Technically he could get in through a window too, but it’s a lot more complicated to get a rope to the top of the tower if he’s on the ground. And not nearly so much fun.

Mercy’s quiet the whole time he’s getting down, and for a good while after that. Sprite keeps having to resist the urge to shove his hands in his pockets.

It’s not until he’s back at camp that Mercy starts wriggling around again, eventually poking his head out of Sprite’s pocket. His hair seems to be in more of a state than it had been before, and he’s running his fingers through it, clearly somewhat annoyed.

“Is this where you’re living?” he asks, when he notices Sprite looking at him.

“For the time being,” Sprite tells him, sitting down (carefully) by the embers of the fire.

Mercy wriggles out of his pocket, wings fluttering weakly, and climbs down to sit beside him. He’s still entirely naked, but he doesn’t seem to care and so Sprite just kind of pretends he hasn’t noticed.

“I appreciate you bringing me with you,” Mercy tells him, laying back on the grass and resting his head on one arm. He’s keeping the other (the burnt one) close to his side.

“I thought you were dead,” Sprite says, and Mercy tips his head a little, raising a tiny eyebrow at him.

“What were you planning to do with my body? Nothing salacious, I hope.”

Sprite rolls his eyes. “Oh, yeah. Many strange and unethical things.”

Mercy laughs, quiet and tinkly. If there’s one thing to be said about pixies, it’s that they’re exactly as pretty and musical as everyone says. “Is that why you dropped me?”

“I dropped you because you bit me.”

“I did do that,” Mercy agrees. “I thought you were the piece of shit who put me in that cage.”

“Nope,” Sprite tells him. “I’m just the piece of shit who got you out.”

“As long as I’m not going back in another cage I have no objections,” Mercy says. “You could be a murderer, for all I care.”

Sprite laughs. “Well, that’s good to know.”

He sticks his hands into his pockets, just for something to do with them, and finds the pocket Mercy had been travelling in is full of fairy dust. Which on the one hand, makes this the most expensive jacket in the world. But right now it mostly just means that pocket is uncomfortable to put his hand in.

He pulls his hand out again, pulling a face and doing his best to shake it off. Mercy looks over and laughs, tipping his head back.

“You’re welcome,” he says, once he’s finished laughing himself sick at Sprite trying to get rid of the dust. It’s not working, leaving a thin glittery layer all over his fingers.

“I’d be more appreciative if I thought it was ever coming out of this jacket.”

“It won’t,” Mercy says, rather gleeful.

Sprite pulls a face. “Great.”

“You should be grateful. That shit’s expensive.”

“Great. Guess I have the world’s most valuable jacket. Shame I’m not planning on selling it.”

He’s not actually mad. He can definitely make money off the lining of dust in his pocket, and the glittery sheen is actually pretty cool. But Mercy seems to find it hilarious, so he’s a little salty about it, maybe.

He manages to get most of the dust off his hand, wiping it on the grass, and in the process remembers that he’s supposed to be lighting the fire. He gets up, somewhat reluctantly, and goes over to his small pile of firewood. He’s so glad he remembered to collect some before he went, because half the time he forgets.

The fire doesn’t take long to crackle back into life. It was still pretty hot, so it only takes a little encouragement.

Mercy stays mostly quiet while he’s lighting it, except to laugh at Sprite when he nearly burns himself.

He does crawl closer once it’s lit, though, stretching his tiny hands out towards it. He is still naked, and it’s not exactly warm out here.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, while Mercy gets warmed up. He keeps shifting closer to the fire.

Wizards are usually total shitbags, but it takes a special kind of shitbag to just abandon someone to die like that. If he hadn’t been killed by the iron of the cage he would likely have starved to death, and either would have been pretty horrible.

“You want a snack?” Sprite asks, rather than expressing any sort of sympathy.

Mercy snorts, looking over at him. “Pretty sure any snack you have would be a whole meal for me.”

Sprite rolls his eyes. “Do you want something to eat or not?”

“I could eat,” Mercy agrees. Sprite pulls himself to his feet and goes over to his bag.

He’s not really sure what pixies actually eat, but he finds an apple and brings it back over to the fire.

“Can you eat this?”

Mercy gives him a deeply unimpressed look. “Can I eat an apple?”

“You’re such a dick,” Sprite tells him, and gives it to him.

He probably should have cut it before giving it to him, actually, but it’s a bit late for that now. Mercy doesn’t ask him to and so he doesn’t offer either. Watching him do his best to eat it is also kinda funny, and Sprite never claimed not to be a dick.

He doesn’t eat all of it, but Sprite didn’t really expect him to. It’s like half the size that he is.

“Thanks,” Mercy tells him, after a long moment of silence.

Sprite shrugs. “Yeah, no problem.”

“Can I pay you back somehow?”

“For the apple?”

Mercy rolls his eyes. “For saving me.”

Sprite shrugs again. He’s kind of tempted by the offer, actually, except he doesn’t really know what he’d ask for. He’s already got a pocket full of fairy dust. “How?”

He’s more than aware the noble thing to do would be to tell him no, of course not, I just did it out of the goodness of my heart. But he’s never claimed to be noble.

Mercy regards him for a moment. “Could suck your dick.”

Sprite stares at him. “What?”

Mercy shrugs, giving him a lopsided smile. “You heard me.”

“I’m pretty sure my dick is bigger than you are.”

Mercy snorts. “I’m dedicated.”

Sprite really, really wants to take him up on that. If only to find out if he actually can. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

This is, objectively, kind of a shitty thing to do. The guy’s still hurt, and also fucking tiny, and agreeing to fuck him (even in the loosest sense of the word) is kind of a dick move.

Sprite’s never claimed to be a good person. And even if he had, he’s pretty sure all the blood in his body has gone south, thinking about Mercy’s pretty mouth on his dick, so. Not a lot left for thinking.

“Okay,” he says, probably way too enthusiastic. “I want proof.”

Mercy grins. “Take your pants off.”

Sprite complies, making himself take his time with the laces. He refuses to look too eager, even a lot of it is just sheer curiosity.

And he wants to get his dick sucked. It’s been a while, sue him.

He manages to get out of his trousers, tossing them vaguely in the direction of his bedroll.

“C’mere, then,” he says, and spreads his legs.

Mercy’s still a little unsteady on his legs as he picks his way over, though he seems to be able to stand well enough. Sprite doesn’t comment.

He pauses for a moment when he actually reaches Sprite, leaning against his thigh.

“You’re so fucking tiny,” Sprite tells him, because he’s an asshole.

Mercy rolls his eyes. “You’re just fucking huge.”

He flicks Sprite’s dick, and Sprite yelps. “Fuck off.”

Mercy rolls his eyes again. “Don’t think you actually want that.”

“You’re such a dick,” Sprite grumbles. “Get on with it.”

He kind of expects Mercy to be a dick about that too, but apparently he’s also kind of impatient, because he doesn’t. Just reaches out to run his hands over Sprite’s dick.

It feels. Well, it feels kind of weird, actually, having tiny hands on him, but also really fucking good. He bites back a low moan, but from the smug look Mercy shoots him he heard anyway.

Mercy seems to know what he’s doing, and Sprite wonders vaguely if he’s done this before.

He has to stand on tiptoes to lap at the head of his cock, and that shouldn’t be nearly as hot as it is.

Sprite isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do with his hands. His brain wants him to grab at Mercy’s hair, but there’s no way he can do that without hurting him, so he just fists his hands in the grass and tips his head back a little.

He can’t resist looking back down after a moment. Mercy is still on tiptoes, pressing his body against Sprite’s cock as he mouths at the head, and Sprite wants to make a mess of him so bad.

He’s way too goddamn pretty.

He notices Sprite looking, grinning up at him and leaning down to take the whole head of his cock into his mouth.

Sprite moans, low. His cock kicks, leaking into Mercy’s mouth. Mercy hums, eyes fluttering closed.

He seems to be enjoying this almost as much as Sprite is. And something about that feels really fucking good.

Mercy moans softly as he pulls off, going back to licking at him and running his hands up the length of his cock. Sprite’s pretty sure Mercy’s grinding on him, which is hot as hell. He wants to know what he looks like when he cums.

He’s close, quick enough that’s it’s kind of embarrassing, but whatever. It’s been a while, okay? And this is a very novel experience. He has plenty of excuses.

He’s tempted not to warn Mercy, wanting to know what he looks like when he’s taken by surprise, but he doesn’t want to risk accidentally choking him. That would make this situation a lot less sexy very quickly.

“Close,” he warns, and Mercy looks up at him again, licking the tip of his cock and then pulling away a little.

“Cum on me,” Mercy tells him. He was kind of planning on doing that anyway, but getting permission is hot too.

Sprite wraps a hand around himself, and it doesn’t take him long to cum, spilling over Mercy and the grass between his legs.

Mercy just laughs softy, sticking his tongue out to catch some of it in his mouth. It’s so gross, and Sprite finds it so hot.

He’s got it in his hair, and all over his body, and he’s definitely gonna need a bath after this, but right now Sprite is mostly just interested in making him cum as well.

“I wanna touch you,” he says, holding a hand out for Mercy to climb onto.

Mercy stands on wobbly legs, shaking cum out of his hair (and that shouldn’t be quite so sexy), and climbs onto his hand, collapsing in his palm. “Be my guest.”

There are actually a lot of things Sprite would like to try, like seeing if he could actually fuck Mercy on at least one finger, but he doesn’t want to actually hurt him, and he doesn’t want to push his luck either.

Mercy’s hard, Sprite’s pretty sure, and he carefully works a finger between his legs, running it over his cock. Mercy whines, tipping his head back and spreading his legs wider.

Sprite’s careful with him, gentler than he wants to be, and his reward is coaxing pretty, musical noises out of his throat.

His whole body tenses up as he cums, whining and tossing his head to the side. Sprite keeps stroking him until he starts squirming, kicking at his hand, and then he (reluctantly) stops to let him rest.

He does stick his finger in his mouth to see how he tastes, though.

Mercy laughs, breathless, and sits up, leaning against Sprites fingers. “You’d better have a bottle of water or a river available. You’ve made a real mess of me.”

Sprite grins at him, making no move to get up just yet. “Wasn’t that my reward? Getting to make a mess of you.”

Mercy rolls his eyes. “Well, congratulations.”

He squeaks as Sprite stands up, grabbing at his fingers for stability. “Warn me, why don’t you!”

“Thought you wanted a bath,” Sprite tells him, carrying him towards the river. Mercy huffs at him.

“I do.”

“Then stop whining.”

He puts Mercy down by the riverbank when they arrive in order to strip out of his remaining clothes. Mercy wastes no time disappearing into the water, and Sprite pretends he’s not a little disappointed about it. He liked Mercy being covered in his cum.

Still, it would be a bit unfair to expect him to stay like that, and Sprite is feeling kind of sticky too, so.

He climbs into the river as well, screwing up his face at the cold and doing his best to wash most of the stickiness off.

Mercy resurfaces every so often, and after a few minutes he drags himself out of the river, laying back on the bank.

Sprite watches him, rather shameless. Mercy seems to be aware, though he doesn’t look over.

Sprite has no idea how long he’s planning on staying. He kind of hopes it’s at least a few days (because he wants to try and fuck him again at least once), but he won’t be too torn up about it if he wakes up in the morning and Mercy’s already gone.

He doesn’t ask, and he doubts Mercy will volunteer an answer. Still, he’s not too bothered. Either Mercy stays or he doesn’t.

#kinktober2023 #no.1 #macro/micro #fic #word count: 3500 #nsft #oc:mercy #im kinda borrowing the whumptober tagging conventions for this #just bcos theyre nice and easy #anyway yeah this is dumb and self indulgent and i kinda love it #i havent written anything in SO long it feels good to have made something this long #especially something i dont hate!#also sprite isnt tagged bcos hes not an oc he Literally just exists to fuck mercy in various different situations. he might be back

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boom-fanfic-a-latta · 1 year

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Blur (Part 2) (Yes there's more)

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Tails admittedly wasn’t sure why he felt so anxious right now as to curl up into a ball and hide. After all, it hadn’t been his fault that his fall had broken that window!

…Though the owner of the room he’d landed in and was now curled up on the floor of probably wouldn’t know that, would they. That was as good a reason as any to hide, he figured—especially if the owner was a teenage girl, as the fox guessed from the room’s appearance and especially the collage of photos of a boy on the wall. In his experience, teenage girls could be…emotional. (Looking at you, Amy.)

The trapdoor in the floor suddenly creaked as someone started to open it from below, causing Tails to instinctively curl up tighter, tucking away his two tails so that they wouldn’t give him away. With any luck, whoever was coming in would mistake him for a pillow or something similar and let him be.

With a slam, the trapdoor swung the rest of the way open, and he couldn’t help but peak as a raven-haired human girl (his guess had been right, she seemed to be in her young teens) poked up into the room, taking in the sight of the broken window with wide eyes. Cautiously, she finished ascending the ladder, being careful not to step on any of the broken glass now littering the floor.

“What a mess,” she groaned, shaking her head at the state of her room. “I’m going to need to tell Maman and Papa when they get back, for sure…what do you think even did this, Tikki?”

To Tails’ surprise, a tiny red and black form suddenly darted out from the purse at the girl’s waist, hovering in the air and likewise seeming to be taking in the room. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have guessed it was a Chao, or maybe even a Wisp, but it was too small to be either of those things. The tiny being—should he call it a sprite for now?—was silent for a minute, before its large blue eyes landed on the fox’s curled-up form.

“Hey, Marinette, was that orange thing here before?” it—no, she, it sounded distinctly feminine—asked, pointing.

Tails gulped. So much for going unnoticed…He quickly closed his eyes tight, trying his best not to twitch and give himself away as he heard approaching footsteps.

“I don’t think so, no…” The girl—Marinette—sounded confused. “Let’s see…”

Suddenly, the fox felt a pair of hands lifting him off of the ground, and he tensed up. This wasn’t good, if she looked at him too closely she might realize—

Before he even realized what he was doing, he’d wrenched himself free from her hands and uncurled, landing back on the floor with a thud.

“I’m so sorry!” he yelled, holding his hands up defensively. “I swear I didn’t mean to break your window, please don’t be mad, okay? I can try to—”

He was cut off as the girl screamed.

“…Okay, in all honesty, I should have seen that coming,” the fox muttered to himself, feeling suddenly embarrassed. Revealing himself so quickly was probably pretty startling, wasn’t it?

“WHAT ARE YOU?!” she cried out, panickedly pointing at him as she fell backward to the floor. “A FOX?! A TALKING FOX?! WHY ARE—HOW ARE YOU—WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!”

(She didn’t recognize him as a mobian? That must mean that wherever this was, there must not be any…Tails silently filed away this revelation in his mind for later.)

The girl looked like she had a whole slew of questions at the ready—but before she could ask any of them, she abruptly froze, her eyes landing on something behind the fox and widening in horror. Confused, Tails turned to see the small red sprite-like thing—Tikki, right?—was still floating there in the air, a similar look of horror on her face as well.

“...Hi?” he nervously ventured, timidly raising his hand, looking between the human and the sprite.

The room fell deafeningly silent.

And then, Marinette gave a breathless, horrified whisper, so quiet that Tails almost couldn’t hear it.

“No…”

She got to her feet, the panic on her face intensifying as she continued. “No, no, no, this—this can’t be happening, please tell me you didn’t—how much did you see?!” The girl started backing away, shaking her head. “I—this is—no, please, this can’t—”

Tails watched in horror as the girl abruptly collapsed to her knees, holding her head in her hands as her breathing became shallow. What was…oh, dear Chaos, she was having a panic attack, wasn’t she?!

Quickly, he scrambled to his feet, rushing over to the human’s side. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Tikki had followed him, her expression a mirror of his own concern.

“What’s wrong?!” The fox tried his best to sound calm, not wanting to worry the anxiety-ridden girl any further.

“You—” she stammered, “You saw—I didn’t know you were here, and now—now you’ve seen Tikki—and now Hawk Moth will find out, and—and he’ll—”

Tails grabbed her by the shoulders, and she started, looking up at him with wet, bloodshot eyes.

“Look,” he said, making sure he had her attention. “Marinette, right? Can you maybe…try to explain exactly what’s wrong, please? I have to admit, I’m not really sure what’s the matter, and I can’t help you if I don’t know. And I really do want to help.”

“No, you—you don’t understand, you know, and—and—now he’ll come after me, and—” She was so worked up that she was having trouble breathing, barely able to speak.

“Listen to me!”

The girl stopped, whatever she was trying to say dying on her lips.

Tails took a deep breath, then continued. “Whatever you’re scared about, I’ll do everything I can to keep it from happening. No one’s gonna come after you. I promise.”

(He tried his best to sound the way Sonic always did when calming him down from something. It had always worked for the fox, so hopefully it’d also work here.)

She stared at him in terrified silence for a minute, as if trying to determine if his concern was genuine, before eventually, she slowly nodded. “…Okay. I…I’ll try to explain.”

The fox let go, sitting down on the floor in front of her, motioning for her to begin.

“So…” Marinette began, still looking a little shaken up, but having managed to calm down a decent amount at this point. “You probably heard me mention the name Hawk Moth just now, right?”

Tails nodded. “Judging by how scared you were, I’m guessing he’s bad news?”

“You could say that, yeah…to make a long story short, he’s a villain that’s been attacking the city for a while now—specifically by turning innocent people into supervillains to do his dirty work for him.”

“…Wait…did you think I was one of those at first?”

The girl blushed slightly. “It…might have crossed my mind at one point. Sorry.”

He shook his head understandingly. “That’s okay, it was probably a valid assumption…but back on topic, why were you afraid Hawk Moth might now target you specifically?”

Marinette didn’t answer, glancing down at her purse. This confused him—until he followed her gaze, and noticed Tikki peeking out of the top slightly. She must have returned to it at some point.

“Should I really tell him, Tikki?” the girl asked, looking unsure.

“Well, he’ll probably figure it out anyways, so…might as well,” the sprite replied, nodding.

The fox quietly waited for Marinette to continue.

“Well…Hawk Moth is after two things in particular,” she said slowly, nervously fingering her earlobe. “Two pieces of magical jewelry known as Miraculous—the Black Cat ring, and the Ladybug…earrings.”

He was immediately able to connect the dots.

“…You have the Ladybug.”

Marinette visibly winced as he said this, but nodded. “…Yes, I…I do. That’s why I freaked out so much when I saw Tikki—she’s the Ladybug Kwami.”

The fox blinked. “Kwami?”

“A spirit that embodies a concept,” Tikki explained, suddenly piping up. “Each Miraculous has one—I’m the Kwami of Creation, for example.”

“…And if I ever were to let anyone know that I saw Tikki, and Hawk Moth found out, he’d be able to make the connection and know who you are, wouldn’t he?” His eyes widened in realization. “Yeah, I can see why you were panicking now.”

Marinette sighed. “Either way, what’s done is done…you know, and we can’t change that.”

“…Well, then, I promise not to tell anyone about this,” Tails decided, giving the girl a serious look.

“…You promise?” the girl repeated, looking surprised at his immediate level of conviction.

“Yes, I promise. Honest.”

She looked visibly relieved by this. “Thank you…” But then, she frowned. “Wait…who are you, exactly?”

“Oh, right!” he realized. “I already heard your names, but you don’t know mine…” The fox let out a nervous chuckle. “Sorry about that. My name is Miles Prower, though most people just call me Tails.”

Marinette stared at him for a second, and he could guess what she was probably looking at.

“…Because of the two tails?” she guessed, proving him right.

“Yeah, it’s…pretty obvious, isn’t it.” He held out a gloved hand. “Anyways, your name is Marinette, right? It’s nice to meet you!”

With a smile, the girl took the fox’s outstretched hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you too, Tai—”

But before she could finish, she was cut off by the sound of shattering glass.

Whirling around to face the source, Tails immediately froze and let out a gasp at the sight of the figure who’d just burst in through the now-even-more-broken window.

The very familiar figure.

Although…something was off.

The normally vibrant blue quills looked a shade or so darker with golden tips, the navy and yellow asymmetrical jumpsuit was definitely new, and the emerald eyes seemed distorted and almost glowing.

But even so…Tails would recognize his older brother anywhere.

“…Sonic?”

#blur #mobians in paris au #mint writes stuff #miraculous #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupen chang #marinette dupain cheng #tails the fox #miles prower #miles tails prower #ladybug miraculous #tikki #ml tikki #ml marinette

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darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght · 7 months

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Chapter 2- Part 3

Hey, at least there’s a tiny bit of normal-looking water here. But man, even the plants look sad and washed-out…what happened to this place? Is it related to the incident Ame mentioned back on the train, or something else?

And not only that, but- who’s that goth-looking person up there? They don’t look like a generic NPC- is that the Trainer Ame told us to find? Is this her? New friend? Hello??

New friend!!

EhhheehhEEHhh…physically, I guess you could say Xera’s “all right.” Mentally or emotionally, though? Oh honey-

Still, Victoria’s a decent change of pace from the NPCs- she’s actually nice! And from the tiny sprite, her design looks neat- oh yeah, I am liking this lady already.

Oh, this is a nice building. And is that a Nurse Joy I see over there? Doubles as a Pokemon Center? I’m liking it, I’m liking it-

You’ve got officers searching? I figure being a manager of a Pokémon League is a pretty big and important job, but I didn’t know it gave someone that much authority. Maybe Reborn’s just built different.

…

No, no, resist the sarcasm, Victoria’s been very kind so far, be kind in turn.

Ame please, telling us not to worry is not as calming as you think-

Forget everything else actually, this is what I’ve been waiting for! Obtaining a starter at long last!

Victoria I could hug you right now-

So we follow Ame upstairs to where I presume the starters are all kept. I’m feeling all jittery and giddy from excitement, GIVE ME A CREATURE!

Oh I most certainly will…after I look around this room first.

This is the overall look of the table- as you can see, seven Poke Balls on each, for the seven generations featured in this game. That’s all fine and dandy, but I’m curious about that computer there- a PC or something?

what-

NO?? Okay do not touch the random computer thing, good thing to remember-

Let’s just…get our starter. As I mentioned last time, I already know which one I’m picking…and if any of my close friends are reading, they’ve probably already figured it out as well.

#pokemon reborn #pokemon reborn spoilers #pokemon fan game #pokemon reborn screenshot let's play

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my-various-aus · 1 year

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The idea of floating through space without need of bulky equipment, in order to observe the stars was honestly kind of appealing to Donnie.

It was one of his favorite parts of the Jupiter Jim movies; just shots of space, with countless stars and planets dotting the darkness.

Well, that and the aliens...and all the action scenes, too, of course.

But neither of those were relevant to Donnie’s current predicament, wherein he was floating through space!

Which would be cool on its own (and it was!) but it was also...wrong?

Yeah, it felt wrong.

For one thing, no matter how he wished it, he wouldn’t be able to float through space without proper equipment.

He was probably also too young to be in space by himself, no matter his maturity.

Stupid laws.

And he didn’t have any memory of how he even got here, in the first place.

The last place he remembered being was the junkyard, with Mikey and Dad; he had an idea to improve the lair and, in doing so, work on something to cheer Mikey up.

His poor little brother had been feeling down lately; maybe because it was getting closer to when Leo-

Nope! Not thinking of that! He had something else to worry about right now.

Where was he?

Oh, right, last memory was at the junkyard, as a pile of scrap...fell on top of him...

It all happened so fast, that Donnie could only really conjure brief flashes of fear, the sound of crash, a huge amount of weight bearing down on him, and...

He raised a hand hesitantly, reaching behind himself to feel over the back of his hoodie and soft shell.

No rips, no blood, no pain.

"Oh, no, nonononono...” Donnie clutched the sides of his head, curling into a little ball and trying to not panic about the fact that he was dead!

Who would improve the lair?

Who would help April with her homework and projects?

Who would keep Mikey company?!

“Donnie?”

Donnie jolted, his panic rising, because no...no, please, it couldn’t be...not his baby brother.

A warm weight settled on Donnie’s arm, shocking him out of his panic enough to notice the orange glow emanating from...an entirely orange version of his little brother.

“M-Mikey?” he stuttered, looking from the other’s face to the hand resting on his arm.

Huh, why did Mikey appear to be made of orange light, while Donnie appeared to be normal?

This observation helped bring down Donnie’s panic some, while what he presumed was an apparition of his little brother tugged at his sleeve.

“C’mon, Donnie!” Mikey cried, tugging more insistently “Let’s go play! Raphie and Leo are waiting!”

And that just confirms that Donnie is, in fact, dead.

Does not explain how his little brother is also here (not dead? He knows Mikey wasn’t near him when the junk pile fell) and composed of orange light.

Still, Donnie allowed the little sprite to pull him up and through an orange portal, straight into an entirely orange lair.

Save for the red and blue rooms he could see.

“That one’s Raphie’s room,” Mikey pointed to the red room, then the blue “and that one’s Leo’s. Yours is over here!”

Donnie saw Raph and Leo’s faces poke out of their respective rooms (and, wow, that was jarring, why did his chest hurt) as he was pulled to where he knew his room in the...living world was.

That was going to take some getting used to.

“Ta da!” Mikey presented the barren room to him, smiling brightly.

Donnie couldn’t help but smile, patting Mikey’s head “Thanks, Mikey.”

The smaller turtle giggled, pushing up into Donnie’s hand, before turning to the two approaching turtles “Raphie, Leo! Donnie’s here!”

“Yeah, we...we see that, bud,” Raph stroked Mikey’s head, while Leo bypassed them both to hug Donnie.

“Dummy,” Leo sniffed, squeezing tightly “you weren’t supposed to end up here, too.”

Raphael | Leonardo | Donatello

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise donnie #rise mikey #rise leo #rise raph #tmnt au #mystic possession au #my fics #and here's donnie!#i feel kinda bad that his is longer than both leo and raph's #but this is how it went for him #maybe i'll edit the other two later #we'll see

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askthefourhumanheroes · 10 months

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(blueespeon) Teiji @ (the gang)

Heh, I used to have a human master. Let's not talk about him though...

Did any of you used to be a trainer in your previous life? And another question if you do not mind, since you are former humans, do you view pokemon as your pets or your friends?

Aster: As a matter of fact, I was! As the Lorekeeper, I had a team of dragon-types, though I don't remember them all that well. The ace of my team was a Flygon, and I'm pretty sure I raised her from an egg. I grew up around dragon Pokemon — playing with them, riding on them, eventually training them — and I had a very strong bond with my team. Sometimes it was like they could read my mind, despite not being psychic-types... Or was I somehow sending my thoughts to them? I don't know. What I do know is that they were my friends, and we cared about each other.

Solace: I'm a bit dubious...about this whole "trainer" thing, to be honest. Grovyle and I were...partners. We looked after each other, and we fought side by side, just as Sceptile and I do now; that's what Grovyle told me, at least. Humans may be weaker than Pokemon, but we can use tools and weapons to make up for it. Grovyle told me...that as a human, I used a crossbow with various types of poisoned bolts. It also strikes me as...odd that humans can't understand Pokemon in the human world.

Marcus: I actually knew a human from the human world who could understand the voices of Pokemon, though I haven't seen him in a long time. He's, uh, technically a wanted criminal. Anyway, I'm dubious of trainers as well. How any Pokemon could be okay with being confined in a Poke Ball for so long is beyond me. I know that a lot of trainers, especially the gym leaders and champions, take great care of their Pokemon, but I've seen a lot of Pokemon who were abused or neglected by their trainers. My dad used to be a trainer, but by the time I was born, the only Pokemon he had left was a Garbodor, and he treated it like shit. I'm surprised the Garbodor never fought back. I feel like our society has forced Pokemon into a subservient role, but I don't really know how to explain it. I'm not good with words like Dewott is.

Céline: Me? A trainer? I don't remember much of my life as a human, and I only started remembering things recently, but I definitely remember being a dancer, then a soldier, but never a trainer. There weren't really many trainers at all back then, and they weren't called trainers like they apparently are today. I did fight alongside many Pokemon in the war, though.

(OOC: Credit to the PMD Sprite Repository for the icons, especially mucrush and baronessfaron.)

#pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd #askblog #ask blog #pokeask

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tickle-beans · 1 year

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Eternals Head canons

Ajak

Lee:

- Really ticklish

- Not tickled very much

- Doesn’t mind tickles

- Worst spots are tummy and thighs

Ler:

- MOM ENERGY

- Loves giving soft tummy tickles to those who ask

- Spider fingers

- Aftercare

- Doesn’t have a favorite lee

Ikaris

Lee:

- Way to headstrong to admit he is ticklish

- Ribs and armpits will kill him

- Expect to be tickled back twice as much if you tickle him

- Loud belly laughs

Ler:

- The tickle monster of the group

- The amount of tickle fights between him and Sersi

- Such a tease

Sersi

Lee:

- Very big lee

- Feet thighs and hips are death spots

- Flustered by mention of tickles

- Will not admit she likes it even though she totally does

Ler:

- Big Sister energy

- Teasy

- Loves to tickle tummies

- Sprite is a huge target

- First Eternal to discover Ikaris was ticklish

Sprite

Lee:

- Insanely ticklish and hates every second of it

- Walking death spot

- Victim of most tickle fights

- Brat Energy

-Ribs and armpits are worst spots

Ler:

- THIS LITTLE

- GREMLIN

-Watch your back

- She will sneak around and poke the others

- Fav lee is Kingo

Kingo

Lee:

- Rivals Druig for most ticklish but Druig takes the cake

- Worst spots are ribs and tummy

- Enjoys being tickled

- Victim of Sprite’s tickle pranks

Ler:

- WILL CHASE YOU

- Pin you down

- And wreck you

- His ler moods are rare but scary

- Fav lee is Sprite (despite the numerous injuries from tickling her)

Gilgamesh

Lee:

- Extremely ticklish tummy

- Has to be careful not to hurt who tickles him

- Thena is his ler ofc

- Giant teddy bear though

Ler:

- Only person allowed to tickle Thena (and live)

- Soft tickles

- Is careful not to hurt you

- Cheer up tickle giver

- RASPBERRIESSSSS!!!

- Fav lee is obviously Thena

Thena

Lee:

- If you tickle her and you are still alive consider yourself lucky

- Extremely ticklish tummy

- Only let’s Gilgamesh tickle her

- SNORTS

Ler:

- RUN.

- You do not stand a chance

- Will wreck you to pieces

- And tease you about it for the rest of time

Phastos

Lee:

- Doesn’t like being tickled

- Least ticklish member of the group

- Armpits and tummy are kind of ticklish

- Not that much though

Ler:

- TICKLE EXPERIMENTS THOUGH?

- Conducts research on this for sure

- Like definitely has tickle machines on the ship

- And has used them on several of the others

Merkari

Lee:

- TICKLISH FEET!

- Because she is a speedy girl lol

- ADORES tickles

- Curls up like a ball when tickled

Ler:

- DRUIGS TICKLER

- LOVES TO TICKLE HER BOY

- Speedy little tickle monster

- Zooms around tickling the team

Druig

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Lee:

- DEATHLY ticklish

- EVERYWHERE

- HATES IT (so he says)

- Will scream if poked the slightest bit

- Seriously he is really ticklish

- Most ticklish Eternal definitely

Ler:

- Only likes to tickle Merkari sometimes

- Really thinks tickling as a whole is childish

- But really skilled when he does tickle you

- Teases about how much you like it

- “Why you laughing?”

-“What’s so funny?”

- Fav lee is Merkari

#tickle headcanons

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ennaku-sirri-da · 1 year

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Roseverse Style Old Man Yaoi AKA 50 Ways to Say Goodbye AKA

RICH ~~LONELY WIDOW( GENDER NEUTRAL)! HABIT AND DIVORCEE WHOS PAYING CHILD SUPPORT FOR THE CARLAS WHO LITERALLY DONT NEED ANYTHING TO LIVE! KAMAL!!!!! EVERYONE STANDDDDD UPPPP!!!!!! I WANNA HEAR YOU SAY.....

( Plaintext: Roseverse Style Old Man Yaoi AKA 50 Ways to Say Goodbye AKA

Rich ~~lonely widow( Gender neutral)! Habit and divorcee whos paying child support for the Carlas who literally dont need anything to live! Kamal!!!!! Everyone standdddd upppp!!!!!! I wanna hear you say.....)

Comparison!

[ ID: Sprite edit of Dr. Habit from Smile For Me the game. There are 2 images of sprites. One is canon and the other is my AU version. Both are in the smug sliding pose where he keeps one leg up and hands under his chin, eyes closed while he grins sinisterly cat-like. His hair flows out from underneath his hat.

The Roseverse AU version of Habit is a living puppet. Generally his colors are brighter. A difference is that his brows are positioned one up and one down in a smug expression. Otherwise the details are that he has an apple-green skintone of fur and has on makeup like purple eyeshadow, red lipstick and polish on long claws. He has a more aged appearance with wrinkle lines. One snagglefang pokes out of his lips. His white-freckled cheek stickers are a dull pink and have a burst of prominent fur. A thin pencil stache on either side and some more facial hair on the bottom plus neck is seen. His curling hair is done in various swirling shades of fuschia and rose-pink. A large strand sits sideways, following the other hair's flow, from his dark brown fedora.

His hands have ball joints and some scarring. The fur is thinner here. He wears a deep blue faux fur coat that drops away at the bottom and at the hands to a teal lining made of some scratchy looking yet soft material. Inside he wears a pale blue shirt with a red rose held in stitched-on pocket. An artifical pale pink feather boa with pastel flowers wraps around his shoulders and arms. Finally the look ends in long covering high heels of red leather with laced ribbons.

The canon version has more muted colors, red hair, no facial hair, and shorter sharp fingers. He has on a flatter black hat, more subtle makeup, a coat collar with flower-like designs on it, and a shorter coat and plain black shoes. End ID]

Comparison!

[ ID: Sprite edit of Kamal Bora from Smile For Me the game. There are 2 images of sprites. One is canon and the other is my AU version. Both are in the miffed standing pose where he stands with furrowed brows, looking to the viewer and saying something irritatedly.

The Roseverse AU version is older, old enough to have white streaks in his hair. There is more shading on the sprite. Generally his colors are deeper. His body thickness is more than the canon version. He has warm toned medium-brown skin looking somewhat darker than the game version, his eyes are white and positioned more sloping, paired with thick bushy brows. His nose is a bit crooked. Puffy eyebags are seen for a more aged appearance as well as wrinkles, sagging jowls. He has some acne on his cheeks and forehead. He sports a middle-tooth gap and his chin has spiky stubble. There's a hint of an Adam's apple. Kamal's hair is short, vaguely wavy and tousled. It is of a dark grey color with white streaks. His knuckles have some hair on them.

On his left ear he wears a single golden earring. His buttoned full hand shirt is a deep rose pink and his pants are a richer green. The look ends in sneakers.

The canon version has brighter colors, yellow eyes. His medium length hair ends in waves. He is of a thinner build. He wears a teal shirt and darker pants. End ID]

I wanna hear you say...

Um, I dunno, like,

OLD.

MAN.

YOWEE.

[ Plaintext: I wanna hear you say...

Um, I dunno, like,

Old.

Man.

Yowee. ]

Or alternatively scream " COMMUNICATE damn you!!" Ahahah

PS: I HOPE the lesser description for the canon sprites isn't like. I'm not meaning to insult or anything! Of course I love them. So much. I just don't want the ID to get too long so I cut down on things with the main focus in mind.

#s4m #gay #smile for me game #fanart #my art #kamal bora #dr habit #roseverse #au #sprite edit #HIS HEELS #super gay

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ar-fmp · 1 month

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22/03 - Development

Plan for today:

Finish all sprites (not UI)

Rebuild my game in different level.

fix somethings changed by the new sprites (hitboxes, etc)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------I have transported and rebuilt all the stuff I had in my previous level to this one, and now all the sprites are not radiating light.

However there are some things I need to fix like how the tower spite looks at the enemy when I only want the cannon part to.

At the moment, I've got the tower to stop looking at the enemy, but the cannon is rotated the wrong way:

I used this to single out the cannon sprite and rotate it like that.

I can also choose to get the cannon's transform and use that to shoot from (being ideal).

Something I forgot about the sprites is that their X rotation must be at 90, so using that; I got this far:

After a bit of thinking, I decided that I no longer like the towers; so I am making an alternative (that also works with the blueprint).

After not too long, I made this:

The ball above is the projectile the cannon shoots.

I decided to change cannon to a lighter colour to fit in with the rest of the buildings in my game.

Now that everything is a lot bigger, I need to change the boundaries of where the player can place buildings. I changed it from being 400 apart, to being 700 apart.

Two more problems, the enemies cannot kill the buildings anymore and the upgrade screen won't appear anymore. The enemies unable to kill the buildings problem wasn't too bad to get around (I had to turn off collisions for the sprites and make the collision boxes bigger).

I still don't understand why my upgrade screen won't appear anymore, this also means I can't start any other waves.

The Hud still spawns and does what it's supposed to, so I can't see why the upgrade screen doesn't. And the animation where the screen is brought up is reached by the spawner, but it still won't play. I've tried replacing the blueprint to see if that'll get it to work and I've tried rewriting the castings.

After a bit of poking around, it definitely seems like the spawner is messing up when trying to play the animation; as the widget is being created.

Turns out there are some problems regarding Unreal that is why I can't get that animation to play.

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delinquent235 · 1 year

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Part six Skye:

Around 4:00 pm Marama and i walk down the beach toward the cliff. " Isn't great to be alive i mean jus look at this the sand is just soo soft and the look at the sun winking joyfully at us as if it is laughing heartilly at our girlish behavior?" Marama asks. I feel a familiar feeling creep into my consciousness. Its a warm kind off feeling sickly almost and there is this voice that whispers to me tellig me how i failed. I invulenterily grab at my arm and feel my fingers tightening around my skin. my nails make four small cresent moon shapes in my skin. It wasn't intentional and i didn't want to do it. I quickly withdrew my hand and balled it into a fist so I couldn't do it again. God why am i so stupid i know not to do that. its wrong. holy shit what an idiot. "Marama i've got some shit to do at home im gonna start walking you good?" "yeh skye im fine. i think im gonna sit down here a while longer." "ok have you got your phone?"i ask. she lifts her hand behind her head and puts her thumb up. I wave and walk off toward my island. once i reach the soft sandy beach i dock the tinny and slowly walk barefoot up the sand towards the treed path. I can feel the pain in my head and in my chest. it feels so familular and yet soo undiscribable. The feeling before you cry but also a feeling all of it's own. I feel it increasing and run up the path and dont stop till i struggle to breath. I put my hands on my knees to catch my breath and look out to see that i am half way up the islands small mountain. I walkover to a tree and slump down at its base.

Part seven Marama:

I close my eyes and just listen to the rhythmical crash of the soft blue waves on the carefully crafted golden shores ,the cry of seagulls and take in the scent of salty ocean water. I feel a thin strand of seagrass in between my toes. I slowly open my eyes and stand up. On the walk back home i think of my fairy land hidden in a secret valley where there are tree ferns and the ground is covered in a smooth green carpet of moss. The most darling creek winds its way through the grove and gurgles happily as it glides over the smoothes pebbles and gushes around the fallen twigs and logs in its path. When i visit this valley with my mind i sit on a mossy log just behind the creek bank. In order to see the fairy folk play and work amoung the trees. There are tree nimphs who rush buisily up and down the tall kauri tree. In the Kauri tree there are many little doors and windows for the fairy folk to live in. At the top of the kauri tree live the sky Sylphs. The sky Sylphs are beautiful blue winged sylphs with long silky blond hair and bright blue eyes. Thier skin is the colour of purest ivary and they wear little bluebells for dresses. Below them live the Tree Nimphs who wear thin bark like shoes and leaves for gowns. Their hair is brown and curly falling around their umber coloured shoulders. These Nimphs are cheeky and often play tricks on the earth pixies below. The earth pixies in turn play tricks on the tree Nimphs. The pixies have straight orange hair that bounces above their pale shoulders and pointed little ears that poke out from behind their hair. They have green emerald eyes and wear dresses made of dandelions.The lowest doors and windows belong to the Cristella Gnomes. The Cristella gnomes have smooth brown skin and curly black hair, they wear poppies for clothes and little gemstone shoes. The gnomes are the hardest working of all the tree farers. In the creek live the water Sprites . The Sprites are the most playful of the fairy folk and spend their time splashing and diving in the creek. They have soft chocolate brown skin and long straight ebony hair. The final fairy like creatures are the salamanders who can only be seen dancing and jostling in the flames of their firey homes. These playful mischief makers have long curly red hair and rose coloured skin. They wear gowns of golden fire and shoes of raven coal. Their eyes are violet and they have a sparkle to them. I walk up my stone covered driveway and pat Tangaroa who is patiently waiting at the gate. As i walk into the house i smell the most delightful scent of fresh Rewena bread and from the back door wafts the scent of Hangi.

Written by me

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