#them in lav <3

[mapl3-e]

eating the ship

#my art #lilypad #rw #rain world #rainworld #iterator #nsh #moon #lttm #no significant harassment #looks to the moon #bsm #big sister moon #them in lav <3

[slapslaprevolution]

color palettes

#total drama #td #roti #td svetlana #td vito #vito td #svetlana td #svetlana total drama #vito total drama #i lav them smmmm<3<3

[princescar]

New AU (inspired by my furina/focalors autism spew earlier)

In which Junko wants to feel Ultimate Despair and wipes her memories, becoming Ryoko(permanently). She programs AI Junko to control the entire school, including the monokumas. And she has AI Junko force Ryoko to be the mastermind.

Ai Junko, who has control over everything, convinces Ryoko to play the part as mastermind or she'll kill her and her classmates. Ryoko tries to refuse but she can't, she's literally stuck there, and Ai Junko will kill her if she doesn't do this.

Ryoko, who is the worse mastermind EVER, who is trying to find a way to save everyone, freaks out after the first murder. She tries to back out, tries to refuse to continue, but Ai Junko takes control, and kills Mukuro as a warning.

So Ryoko turns to the only person left to help her, Kyoko. And because she's helping "Monokuma", she gets labeled as the traitor.

Also Byakuya dies because I dont like him...

Idk, I like this, might do something with it....

#danganronpa #scarposts #Also no I haven't abandoned code lav #I got 3 chapters at the ready #Just need to edit them #Sorry to the Byakuya lovers #Love him in the “I hate you” way #Also karl stop thinking about merging ge.nshin with other fandoms #And go to bed

[satoumafuyuss]

Tell me if the years are all gone..

teehee silly oc art :3c I had an idea so i wanted to try drawing it even though I felt incapable oof but it turned out way better than i expected!!! I'm having fun slowly rewriting these characters story. I guess its ending up being sadder than I initially made it back in 2015..

#nillyart #oc art #original character #i fucked that ice up right like it looks so good #something feels off about the composition i feel but i dont wanna look at it anymore #if it bothers me that much ill just redraw it in like a 3 years or smth #anyway yeaaaa!!!! :D #onto drawing a bunch of sketches of hinasora i need that #i deserve that #oh right also the quote there is from “From me the moon” by lav! #the song doesnt fit them fully but some aspects do and im deranged enough to make it about them #nillyocs

[mayonakano-archive]

your essay inspired me to read the rest of checkmate bc ive only ever read a couple chapters here and there so. if i go through an emotional breakdown tonight im blaming you /j

sorry lav. pls do tho it's so good. who killed the cock robin?

#oguh ilove them so much #godspeed lav. have fun <3 <3 OMG READ LIONHEART RIGHT AFTER TOO. 1-2 GUTPUNCH #lav ☔ #leo.asks! #if u need a lionheart link lmk i gotone

[mayoiayasep]

nonbinary izumi....... my eyes have been opened

forever grateful for next door and that interaction between sora and izumi<3

#knights is so full of gender. despite the fact that two of them (ritsu and izumi) have none of it<3 #lav 💐 #inbox mail

[b4ll4d33r-06]

NO MARIELLA OR TSP ART BUT I HAVE MY SILLY LITTLE GAY PPL OCS

hugo (firsf panel) is a loser in love w her gf btw. absolute failure.

tfw ur wife is insane over u showing a lil emotion while u two hav a sparring match.

this is so funny theyre the most functional and sane (both as individuals and as a relationship) but hugo jus likes being dramatic. also hes the average philosophy major. wackass fuckin hag.

cw under the cut, slight undefined nvdity. nothing much jus tibbies nd like some top surgery scars.

shes so tired of her :333

#should i make a tag for this... #sillies but by me #thats rhe besf ull get im sorry #anw ion hav much context for these ocs except for their personalities and some backstory imnsrill rewriting #anw the series name is cadaver hospital so make do w rhat what u will #candygore silliness is the main aspect of the series btw :33 #this is so funny im so insane iver them they literally appear maybe like 3 times in the first book of the series #i also made these ocs when i was like. 11. so im reworking sm #next up in line r probably the puppy nurse the traumatised pharmacist nd uhhh normal teacher whos a normal home economics teacher. #hugo and lav r jus a philosophy liker writer nd a fucken receptionist. #thats all they r. #k may have drawn rhem w them being hyped up #theyre not its just two girlfails uhh failing. #she/he any for hugo and she/they for lav btw #lav drc but like in a idk shes jus what ive been feelin like but if u wanna use other do whtvr but she they ig #hugos is more of idk dare to guess bender of all social rules regarding gender #the fuck gender wives

[bloopygooo]

I’m learning to draw some chubby bellies

Here’s some refs that I found! Special thanks to @banished-away for finding these people who made these refs! Go check them out! Give them, and these amazing artists, a like and a follow if you can! :D

Credits:

src 1: Alexandervici on dA (seems to have deleted?)

src 2: Guardian Daca on dA (also deleted)

src 3: Mackenzie Lee on Artstation (part of bigger tutorial)

src 4: CourtnerysConcepts on dA

src 5: not found

src 6: not found

src 7: Mackenzie Lee on Artstation (same page as before)

Art Tips:

I don’t see where it is so I might have not put it in here but another tip is to start the fat below the the rib cage to make it more realistic.

Lav Recs:

I recommend studying the chubby poses from behind more often I feel as though people struggle more with drawing characters from behind because why would you be looking at their back? But it's incredibly useful to have refs with people with chubbier body types from the back also does anyone else see ref number three person two from the right checking out person 1 from the right? Lmao.

Extra Note:

P.s I've been told im good at finding refs if you ever need any you can just send me an ask. And I'll do my best to credit the original artist and provide refs.

Affirmation:

All bodies are beautiful and unique to each person that's how genetics work. <3 Even identical twins will grow up with slight differences with their bodies and that's okay! Because either way you're perfect the way you are as long as you're healthy and happy. A lot of times those two things correspond.

Lav Tips for Refs:

Usually Google is where I look. A good way to find chubby refs is to search plus size swim suit models for men or even wemon. Let me know if you guys need more tips on finding refs.

Side note: this post has nothing but good intentions. You all have a lovely day and keep the demons away except mine >:3

#art #Art tips #art help #Refrences #Fat reference #Chubby ref #Chubby belly ref #Chubby types reference #Lav Refs

[greenieflor]

Kraken rings my partner got me for my birthday!!

#lav rambles #them <3

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . GEPARD LANDAU ; — secret makeout sessions with the silvermane captain are a good way to pass the time when you miss him.

warnings: f!reader, rly just makeout sessions. note: don’t mind the characterisation rn i just wanted to write something short to give it a try ! i wanna write more for star rail tho snifle <3 maybe some dan heng / blade / jing yuan next :<

“i’m..” gepard begins before its cut off again as he swallows your next dreamy exhale, his brows furrow and he can feel the sting of his own deep blush — the impact you have on him far too severe for him to even consider trying to swallow it down. “..i’m on duty.”

his words are fumbled when he finally manages to push them out but they’re barely audible with the way his mouth still moves messily with yours, pushed into some darkened alley after he’d coincidentally came across you shopping in the city.

“but you said you’d walk me home, captain~” the title is a slow drawl that makes gepard almost whimper when it’s accompanied with the saccharine press of your chest against his broad one. as much as he can’t feel the press of your skin against his own, he remembers it — and that makes him yearn for it even more as his hands wrap around your waist with the next languid lav of his tongue along your own.

“it is my responsibility when you’re looking so..” breathtaking, is what he means to say but the clouded, starry-eyed look you send him as you pull away to breathe only has him pulling you back in for more. so he lets his hands, his movements — say what he needs and he knows you understand when he feels your arms wrap around his armoured shoulders, caging him against the brick wall behind you both as he grabs steadily at your hips.

you’re intoxicating, embarrassingly so that the silvermane captain can’t focus on anything else except the way you kiss him. your fingers smooth just under the hem of gepard’s jacket, enough to graze teasingly along the skin of his abdomen and he wants nothing more than to chase more of your touch as he exhales against your lips.

he did have a small break before his next assignment, one that he knows he’d love to spend wrapped in you when he feels you lick into his mouth needily — pushing your name between his lips even though it’s always on his mind and suddenly he feels too warm underneath his armour, even in the eternal freeze he’s sure you’d have him overheating.

gepard’s hand squeezes at your waist, making you pull away to blink up at him and your gaze is hypnotising despite the way it makes him want to look away — flushed to his chest with his usual pristine uniform mused by your hands. but he can’t help the way his lips part to growl immediately when he feels you lean back into press cute kisses along his jawline, trailing down the sensitive spots you’ve mapped out on his neck as he tries so hard to retain his self control that seems to drain away with every press of your lips.

the city is just to his left but you’re in his arms and he can’t find it in himself to care despite the position he’s in right now, the captain of the silvermane guards turning to putty for his sweet little girlfriend in some random ally. but it’s too tempting when your kisses trail back to his lips and it’s almost instinct the way he so easily switches your positions, his need making his ears ring as he presses you into the hard surface he occupied a few moments ago — kissing you so deeply you have to rely on his to keep you upright, because you know he always will.

“it—uggh, it shouldn’t be too much trouble for me to pick up my duties later.. i have something else to see through first.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed #gepard x reader #gepard x you #gepard fluff #gepard landau x reader #gepard landau x you #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr fluff #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail fluff #star rail x reader

[lilliankoo]

“wanna play you like a game”series Information.

pairing: villian? antagonist! tribe leader jk x princess! y/n.

trope: “he’s mean to everyone but worships the ground you walk on” will absolutely do anything for you, strangers to lovers.

synopsis: he looks like an angel but is a devil- well that’s what your kingdom thinks. he is also the blessed leader of “lav”; even a leaf cannot move without his permission but here he was in-front of you on his knees. while the whole village bow to him- he only bows to you. there are two paths presented to you- marry him & return his love or refuse his condition & watch him conquer your father’s kingdom. power is an evil yet tempting apple-and now its in your hands- are you going to take a bite; taste the sweet poison or will you use it to tempt others? its an evil world with evil options.. do you think you can handle him?

rating: 18+

EPISODES LIST

episode 0: the satin ribbon.

episode 1: kiss the ground.

episode 2: the silver sword.

episode 3: no man can defeat him.

word count: tbd

warnings: tbd, different for every chapter but overall; smut, age gap (jk is 27 and y/n is 23), blood, rituals!!! (not too bad but still) threats, power dynamics, use of power, tribes, tribe rituals (i made them up :p), lions, horses, weapons, lovesick puppy heart eyed insanely in love jk, possessive jk, slightly controlling jk (not too bad), him spoiling his princess aka you, SMUT SMUT LOTS OF IT, will add more as series progress.

series playlist: serial killer- lana del rey, house of balloons- the weeknd, we’ve only just began- carpenters, do not touch- misamo, help me- hako yamazaki, psycho-jun, and i love her- kurt cobain, blue banisters- lana del rey, get free- lana del rey.

author’s note: HELP MEEEE LMAOO not me releasing a new series while my baby titanic! is barely done (2/7chapters- no i haven’t forgotten abt it i just need some motivation to finish it) okay yes i will try to upload the next chapter of titanic DONT WORRY AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR UNDERSTANDING. also thank you to AI for the pictures- u are scary but i love u. Anyways, so many ideas in my head rn and im slowly slowly executing them 😘 i need time. lmao ok lets goooo.

disclaimer: in no way, shape or form i intend to copy or plagiarize, this is just for fun, i do not own the pics, this does not describe jungkook hes just a "cast/actor" and so does everyone else in the fic.

taglist: let me know if u would like to be tagged.

#jungkook fic #jungkook recs #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook #bts jungkook #jeon jungguk #jk fic

[najia-cooks]

[ID: A plate of light brown bumpy flatbread with blackened spots, surrounded by za'tar and green olives. End ID]

خبز طابون / Khobz taboon (Palestinian flatbread)

Khobz taboon ("taboon bread") is a soft, chewy Palestinian flatbread. It may be eaten with olive oil and za'tar, but it is best known as the base of مسخن (musakhkhan), where it is topped with spiced aromatics and perhaps chicken.

Khobz taboon gets its name from the vessel it is traditionally cooked in—an outdoor, shallow conical oven with an opening at the top and a clay or metal cover to trap heat. Taboons may also have an opening at the side through which the fire can be stoked, especially in the east of Palestine. These ovens were historically made from a mixture of local clay and hay, but have more recently also been constructed from clay treated to be sturdier, or from metal.

A taboon is used by packing flammable material, such as hay, fabric, animal dung, wood, and charcoal, around the outside of the oven and letting it burn overnight; the fire transfers thermal energy to the clay, and to the river stones, sand, glass, or flint stones (صوان, "ṣawwān") that form the base of the oven. The ash is then brushed away, and the flattened dough is placed on the stones or stuck to the walls of the oven to cook. The clay and stones will continue to release thermal energy and cook things throughout the day. The clay and ash give a distinctive flavor to anything cooked inside the taboon, making this method a source of nostalgia for many people who have transitioned to cooking in indoor ovens.

Khobz taboon was traditionally made with whole wheat flour. Most people today use a blend of around two parts white flour to one part whole wheat, or else all white flour; they may even add milk or milk powder to ensure a very soft dough. This recipe uses a blend of flours to combine the nutty flavor of whole wheat dough with the pliancy of white dough. It also begins with an optional pre-ferment to mimic the traditional Palestinian method of including a piece of dough from the previous day's bread into each new batch (like a pâte fermentée) giving a rich and slightly sour flavor to the final bread. It calls for the use of rocks to imitate the bottom of a taboon; the rocks give the khobz its distinctive dimpled texture, and ensure that no interior pocket forms in the bread.

In the years following 2007, the siege Israel had imposed on Gaza caused a shortage of cooking gas that led to a resurgence in the use of taboons. The ovens were used to bake bread and to grill sweet potatoes during the time of their winter harvest. Meanwhile, in the West Bank, Israeli military forces repeatedly destroyed taboon ovens and assaulted villagers who tried to defend them, as Israeli settlers from nearby villages complained about the smoke that the ovens produced. Some of these ovens had been used to bake bread for entire families of 40 or more people. Palestinians continue to build, use, and defend these ovens, despite the fact that Israeli law de facto forbids Palestinians in the West Bank to build anything.

Today, Israel is deliberately targeting and destroying bakeries in refugee camps that had been supplying bread to tens of thousands of people in Gaza, continuing a long campaign of starvation of the Palestinian people.

Support Palestinian resistance by calling Elbit System's (Israel's primary weapons manufacturer) landlord; and donating to Palestine Action's bail fund.

Equipment:

A large, shallow mixing bowl, like a Moroccan qus'a

A large (12"), shallow clay cooking vessel, such as the bottom of a Moroccan tajine (one that is rated for very high temperatures), or a large baking tray

Assorted smooth river rocks of varying sizes, from 1 to 3" in diameter.

Make sure that your rocks have been thoroughly cleaned, and that they do not contain any fissures, cracks, or veins that could contain water (this water, once heated in the oven, could cause the rocks to crack open). Instead of river rocks, I used lava rocks designed for use in a clay tanoor. You just need something to provide thermal mass and give a bumpy texture.

Ingredients:

Makes 3 large breads.

For the pre-ferment:

140g whole wheat flour

1/2 tsp active dry yeast

140g water

You may also use a pâte fermentée that you already have (just adjust the ratio of white to whole wheat flour added later accordingly), or a sourdough starter. The hydration of the starter doesn't matter, since you will be adding water by eye later.

For the bread:

330g bread flour or all-purpose flour

30g whole wheat flour

5g salt

Water

If you skipped the pâte fermentée step, add 170g (rather than 30g) of wheat flour at this stage, as well as 1/2 Tbsp of active dry yeast. I have not tested the recipe this way.

Instructions:

For the pâte fermentée:

1. Mix flour and yeast in a small mixing bowl. Add water and stir to combine. Cover and leave out at room temperature for a day, or in the refrigerator for up to three days. At the end of the rising time, it should be about one and a half times its original size.

For the bread:

This recipe makes a high hydration dough that will need techniques such as slapping and folding to knead effectively.

1. Mix flours and salt in a very large, shallow mixing bowl. Add your pâte fermentée and mix to combine.

2. Add water until the flour comes together into a soft, sticky dough and continue keading. Have a bowl of water on your workstation. Every time the dough starts to stick to your hands or the sides of the bowl, wet your hands and rinse down the side of the bowl with some water. This will gradually add water to the dough.

3. You will notice the dough growing smoother and laxer. At this point, start kneading by repeatedly folding the edges of the dough in towards the center. Do this by occasionally wetting your hands, then running a hand along the side of the bowl and under the edge of the dough to unstick it from the bowl; then fold. You will get stuck less often if you try to touch the dough as lightly and briefly as possible. Every few folds, dimple the surface of the dough all over with your fingertips. You will have been kneading for about 10 minutes at this point.

The dough should become more smooth and less bumpy—you will notice it holding its shape and becoming more stretchy as gluten forms. It should form into a ball when you fold the corners in and hold its shape for a minute, but then gradually expand to take the shape of the bowl. I added about 2 1/2 cups of water total (in dry conditions) during steps 2 and 3.

4. At this point, the dough is wet enough that the slap and fold method is the best way to knead. Wet your hands and again unstick the dough from the sides of the bowl. Hook your hands under the dough and quickly pull it all up into the air; fold the hanging bottom part of the dough under, and plop the dough back down, folding it on top of the part you plopped down earlier. Give the bowl a quarter turn and repeat. Do this continually for another few minutes.

5. When the dough is very smooth and lax, smear some olive oil on the sides of the bowl and under the dough, and pat some oil on top.

6. Cover the bowl and bulk ferment the dough at room temperature for 8 hours, or for 16-24 hours in the fridge. At the end of the rising time, you should see bubbles beginning to form on the surface of the dough.

To shape and bake:

1. Place a layer of rocks at the bottom of a clay cooking vessel or baking sheet. Put the sheet in the top third of the oven and preheat your oven to 550 °F (290 °C), or as hot as it will go.

2. Meanwhile, fold the edges of the risen dough over into the middle a few more times with damp hands. Pinch off a large piece of dough (about the size of two fists), and fold the sides over into the middle to make a neat packet.

3. Drop the packet of dough onto a heavily floured surface, and flip to flour both sides. Pat the dough flat, then throw it back and forth between your hands, catching the edge each time as you spin it through the air, like a pizza crust, to stretch it into a circle about 1/4" (1/2cm) thick with a diameter of about 10" (25cm).

You may also stretch and pat the dough out on a flat surface.

4. Remove the tray from the oven. Flip the dough circle over the back of your hand to transfer it and lay it down over the hot rocks. Re-stretch it into a circle, if necessary.

5. Place the tray back in the oven and cook for 5-7 minutes, until the top of the bread has golden brown spots. Repeat with each piece of dough, leaving the rocks in the oven for a few minutes between each one to allow them to come back up to temperature.

6. (Optional): Hold each flatbread directly over a gas flame for a minute or two to blacken a few spots and mimic the flavor that a wood-fired oven would give to your khobz.

You may also use a method similar to the dhungar technique to smoke your bread. Place each piece of bread one at a time into a large vessel with a closely fitting lid, alongside a small bowl. Light a piece of wood on fire and drop it into the bowl; then cover the vessel with the lid as you allow the wood to smoke for a minute or two.

#note that I do not recommend this recipe to anyone who is not experienced with making bread #I'll have another Palestinian flatbread recipe up soon which will be more beginner-friendly #Palestinian #bread #khobz #flatbread

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Wrong One 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Raymond Smith

Summary: You get caught up in the double lives of your employers.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You’re left alone. Again. That’s worse than anything. The waiting.

When the door opens again, it’s one of the henchman. You’ve sorted them in your head. The leader with the broad shoulders and blue eyes is boss man; Henchman #1 is the tallest of the trio, and Henchman #2 is irritable and seemingly oldest of them.

He has a cup in his hand and a water bottle. In the cup is a toothbrush and the butt end of a tube of toothpaste. He puts it on the only table not covered in a sheet.

“Boss says,” he goes back to the door to lock it, “you can clean out your mouth.” He turns and nears you, “also says I can take the tape off. For twenty minutes. Let you stretch your legs.”

“Nice man,” you remarks grimly.

He snorts but does his best to hide it, “miss, you needa… relieve yourself? He says that’s permitted too.”

You drop your shoulders, “yeah, I should… hate to die with a full bladder.”

The man goes around to the back of the chair and cuts the tape without confirming or denying your suggestion. As your hands are released, he comes around to undo your ankles. He stands straight and folds away his knife.

“You’re not gonna try nothin’, are ya?” He slides the knife onto his belt.

“Shouldn’t you ask that before?”

This time, he lets himself laugh.

“Right,” he agrees, “well, you go on, get those teeth brushed. Boss wasn’t impressed by the whole puke show.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” you stand up on wobbly legs and the weight in your bladder shifts. Oh, you definitely need to go.

“He don’t got the strongest stomach himself,” the man scratches through his mask.

“Well, tell him I’m sorry, I guess,” you go to the table and swig a small mouthful of water, trying to cleanse a bit of dryness. You focus on getting the toothbrush lined with paste, the minty smell almost mouth watering.

“Sure,” the man crosses his arms as he stands in front of the door. “When you’re done, I’ll take ya to the lav.”

“Mm,” you grumble as you shove the brush in your mouth.

You brush diligently, happy to have the sour flavour out of your mouth. You swish and spit into the cup and leave the toothbrush next to it with the tube. You turn to the man, nearing him tentatively. You have no intent to try anything. You have a better chance if you just go along.

“Stop there,” he orders as you two feet away.

He turns, only slightly, to unlock the door, looking back and forth between the exit and you. He opens it up and waves you forward. His other hand goes to the holster on his belt. You raises your hands and walk forward.

“Promise, I’ll be good.”

He grabs your shoulder as he lets you pass and walks with a vice grip on you down a hallway. He stops you at the first door to your right. It’s open.

“In there.”

“Got it.”

You enter and he flips the light on behind you. Before you can say anything else, he pulls the door shut. You sigh and look around. The bathroom has been stripped down. A single hand towel on the bar and a small sample-sized bottle of soap next to the sink. The curtain’s been removed from above the tub as all that remains are the tile and paint.

You undo your jeans and sit on the toilet. Your body aches stiffly from your time bound to the rigid chair. That’s crueler than anything. Keeping you bound like that. You can’t even scratch your nose. You take the chance to get a good itch in.

You finish up and wash your hands, pausing as you notice the small guide taped to the mirror. Step-by-step with diagrams on proper hand-washing. You take your time and follow them, just to extend your brief taste of freedom. You leave the tap running to dry your hands and use the towel to shut it off as directed. Strange…

You go to the door but it opens before you can grab for the handle. On the other side, Henchman #1 has been replaced by the boss man. You look up and down the hall curiously.

“We need to talk,” he says curtly.

You look at him and nod. You don’t really have a choice. He points you back the way you came. You dutifully turn and walk ahead of him. Paranoia nips at you as you imagine him pointing a barrel at you from behind. Is this some trick?

You go back into the room; your cell. The door closes as his weight creaks in the floorboards. You look at the chair but you’re not ready to sit down. You pace before you face him. He stands plaintively by the door.

“We have Mrs. Malfort.”

“What? Er, oh–” you blink, “should you tell me that?”

“So that means,” he continues as if you hadn’t spoken, “you can’t leave.”

You frown, “right.”

“Which means I need to decide what to do with–”

“Can I just… Can I leave a message? For my sister? That’s all. Please–”

“Would you let me finish?” He shows his hand, still gloved.

You nod and swallow tightly.

“This is a one time offer. You get a choice. But you have to know before you make it, it sticks. This is a one way street, regardless which you choose.”

You fold your arms and shrug.

“So, we can end this, just as you’ve been expecting, simple, fast, one bullet,” he explains, “or…” he lets the word hang before he carries on, “you can continue your work as a maid.” He clutches his hand to a fist, “here.”

You tilt your head and bring one hand to the side of your neck.

“I have to decide now?” You ask.

He dips his head and lifts his hand. He tugs on the mask until it comes off. You see long blond hair, smoothed back beneath his glove as he raises his chin. Tufts of his beard jut out from the friction of the mask, his blue eyes twinkle and he squints. He reaches into his pocket and unfolds a pair of glasses.

“Now or never,” he declares.

#raymond smith #dark raymond smith #dark!raymond smith #au #series #drabble #the wrong one #the gentlemen #maid au #I realise both the readers I've written for Raymond are maids...

[loupy-mongoose]

It's not necessary, but I found this song to be a good fit to this part. :3 (Steve Morgan--Into the Night)

~~~~~~

He snapped the suitcase shut.

Taking a step back from the bed where it lay, he sighed.

The day was upon them.

It was time to begin the flight to Hoenn.

He found himself thinking back to the last time he'd visited his mom. Far too long ago. Soon after he'd discovered he was in M--

No...

Soon after he'd discovered he was a Mew.

It had been a much less lighthearted visit. He'd had to break it to her that... Well...

That her son had died...

He hadn't expected her to accept him as... as a continuation of Randy... Arceus knew he had a heck of time accepting it. And there was no way he would've been able to if she hadn't.

He didn't dare think about what he would've done if she hadn't accepted him.

He smiled, as Lav's words came back to him.

"I'm proud of you, Dad. I know that time is hard for you, but... You've come a long way since it all."

...He had, hadn't he?

You alright, Love?

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the beautiful blue Mew. Yeah, I am. Just reminiscing.

She nuzzled his cheek, purring. For once, he believed he would be to, if in Mew form.

Are you packed yet?

Yeah, I think so. I don't know how much of it I'll need.

That's always the case for travel. Better to have more than you need than less. I wonder how Lav's doing. And Perzi. Have you asked Perzi if he wants anything packed?

Yeah. He's fine. He's the most ready of any of us.

Randy sighed. I have to admit I'm jealous of how easily he adapted to having Rosemary. How easily he adapts to anything, really. I feel like a mess compared to him.

Akoya gave him a peck on the cheek and snuggled up to his neck. You're a recovering mess, Love. It's not easy, but you're doing great.

He felt his eyes grow hot with tears, and he smiled. Lav said something similar a bit ago. He paused, recomposing himself. I'm proud of you, too. You've been an amazing mother.

He felt her tense against his skin for only a brief moment. Her response was quiet and full of emotion. Thank you.

yyyeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Randy turned to the doorway just in time for the pale Mewtwo to barrel into him, knocking all three flat onto the bed. Thankfully they missed the suitcase.

Lavender quickly hopped up and hovered speedily around the room. YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAASS IT'S ALMOST TIMMME! WE'RE GONNA SEE GRAMMA VIVI!!!

Randy clenched his teeth against the peal of her voice. Lav, please, I know you're excited. But my ears are ringing.

Sorry Daddy! Her voice was at a reasonable level now, but she still floated and kicked her legs as she fought against her overwhelming joy.

Are you all packed, Lav?

She nodded vigorously. So much so her body rocked in the air as she bobbed her head. She finished with an accidental summersault and a giggle. Her parents couldn't help letting their own chuckles out as well.

Well...

Randy stood up, keeping a sense on his legs to see if they would decide to ache or not. Once up, he gripped the suit case handle and telekinetically pulled his cane to his hand. Mentally noting that he had everything, he turned into his Mew form. The items in his hands vanished with his human body.

Shall we speak to Perzi and the team?

You're all clear on how to run the place?

The three shiny Pokemon nodded in unison, grunting in affirmation.

Randy smiled at them, then turned to his wife, who was saying her good-byes to Jerry the Pichu. Lavender and Perzi were with the three kits, who were playing around in a nice padded tote bag they'd gotten for this trip, as a means to gather them together if need be.

Good. They seem to like it. Hopefully we won't need to force them in there.

The Mews eventually gathered together, waved good-bye to the remaining Pokemon...

And took off...

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I hope you all don't mind the influx of written parts for this arc. And potentially future arcs as well. It's just a lot quicker to get done, and helps offer looks at emotions and thoughts comics can't achieve on their own.

Anyway...

The trip has begun. :)

#Pokemon #Linden Roots #babbies #mite #trip #writing #full

[mayonakano-archive]

hi my thought for the day is mika and mayoi friendship. it could be so good

good thought. mika and mayoi could be good friends!! they'd be so cute together <3

mika can make mayoi cute outfits... mayo's good with dioramas and details so i bet they'd be able to help meeks with his designs, too <3 and meeks could help them make lil dioramas,,, or sew plushies for them,,, mein gott you are a genius lav.

also i bet mayo is a fan of the creepy-cute aesthetic like mika is. they'd go so well together. you've opened my eyes.

#hi lav!! nice to see you <3 #i love these thoughts i am going to be thinking about them all day now #mika/mayoi friendship agenda is real now #lav☔️ #mika kagehira #mayoi ayase #enstars #leo.asks!

[forestshadow-wolf]

When soap and ghost first entered their relationship it was rocky to say the least

And by the least I mean there was one point where they'd gotten into a fight. Soap ended up on top and was just pummeling ghost's mask. Punch after punch after punch. His knees pinned ghost's arms to his sides, and just went ham.

Ghost got free by swinging a leg up and around soap's torso and cranking him off in an impressive show of strength and flexibility. Soap struggled out from underneath him, and they were back at it again. Both snarling at eachother.

By the time Price and Gaz and a load of other soldiers managed to pry them apart neither of them even remembered what had started the fight, just that if made anger burn hot in their bellies.

Price forced them to medical after that (obviously). Soap came out with a broken nose, 3 broken bones in his hand, bruised ribs, and a shit ton of other bruises.

Ghost came out with a broken nose, minor lacerations around his eyes and on the bridge of his nose (from the mask), a black eye, 2 broken ribs, and bruised knuckles.

Price had half a mind to diacharge the right then and there. Instead he put them on lav duty together for three months, no mussions, and under the condition that if the did that again he'll make them wish he'd discharged them

#this was before the whole 'healthy spar to settle fights' thing #this was just an excuse to write about them fighting tbh #i juzt wanted to break soap's hand #and you can't tell me ghost wouldn't have scars on his face from getting hit in the face #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #john price #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #i cam feel the writer's block creeping back in #I'm smacking it away with a ratty old broom I found in the corner #I'm trying to finish as many drafts as I can while I can #el rambles