#As seen in the Plush (tm)

[revenantghost]

I’ve seen a lot of people on both sides of the fence of how people want Vash’s hair to fall (or not fall lmao) in Tristamp season two, but I think we already have a hint?

This is his corrected bounty poster from the end of episode twelve, from the official Twitter account. And while in ‘98, Vash had clearly outlined sentimental reasons for having his hair the way he does, it’s never stated that he keeps his hair Vash-style in Trimax (which Tristamp is most heavily based off of) for the same reasons. Though you could reasonably draw that line, for sure!

But Vash is and never has been the kind of person to run from his reputation. He could have, at the very least, decided to change the color or style of his coat more than he did, but he didn’t. He could have kept his hair down, but he didn’t. Even down to his boots and his gun--he is who he is, and he’s not running from that anymore, he won’t hide as Eriks. He went back to the very easily recognizable Vash the Stampede we see in the wanted posters.

So while I think that when things are tense and he’s using plant powers, his hair will be full og Vash, I wouldn’t be surprised if we’re gonna see this Vash often as well. Could be wrong though! I don’t have a horse in this race because I love them both so much I legitimately can’t decide which I’d rather have lmao

#Trigun #Tristamp #Trigun Stampede #Also from a marketing perspective like #Babygirl Vash has a cult fan following #And Trimax Vash IS EXTREMELY BABYGIRL #Tristamp Vash is known for This Brand of babygirl though #As seen in the Plush (tm) #This is pure speculation though #I'll link the tweet with this image in the comments #In case anyone wants to stare are 'FINAL STAGE' in full dread with me #Trigun Meta #My Trigun Meta

[toruro]

Hear me out. Wonwoo with a fetish for you in thigh highs, knee highs, stockings etc. Anything that places a focus on your legs but, your thighs specifically because he's a gamer (tm).

[18:55]

pairing: wonwoo x f reader

tags. smut (18+), thigh fucking, pet names (baby)

“won, i don’t really see the point in this,” you said with a sigh, tugging on the thigh highs you had to dig out of your closet just moments earlier. “seriously, these are so old and frankly, i’m surprised they even fit—i’ve had these since high school! can you believe?”

you catch your reflection in the mirror: black skirt hugging your waist while the rest of the your legs remain bare, save for the fish-net cloth that adorns your calves all the way up til to your mid thigh. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate how flattering the look is on you, but a huff of annoyance can’t help but slip from your lips when you walk out the bedroom and to the living room where your boyfriend suts on the couch.

“this is uncomfortable,” you tell him flatly, propping your hands up on your hips as you narrow your eyes at him. “can’t believe you made me do this,” you murmur, snapping in his face so that he looks away from his game and has the chance to take in your figure.

he glances at you once and then back at his game. you're about to huff loudly again—seriosuly, he's the one who asked you if you could find some old thigh-highs you wore for a role in your high school play and now he can't even spare a few seconds of his game to—

you're midway through your own angry internal monologue when wonwoo whips his head back at you, eyes wide as if he's just taken in what he's seen.

your eyebrows are narrowed, hands crossed over your chest so they push up your tits in your cute little crop top, thighs pressed close together under your short skirt. you're not sure what you expect, but it is most definitely not wonwoo throwing his headset off, standing up, and dragging you by the wrist into the bedroom.

which is how you end up with your top shove over your bouncy tits, soft mounds splaying all over your chest as wonwoo places his hands on the back of your knees and pushes your thighs all the way up to your chest.

"this was an amazing decision," wonwoo grunts, shoving his sweatpants and boxers down in one go so that his cock springs out, slapping against the base of his abdomen.

his large hands grapple with the plush of your thighs, running over the seams where the thigh highs stop. “fuck, these are so hot,” he mutters, scooping none finger under the elastic hem, pulling it back and letting them go so they snap against you.

“wonwoo!” you cry out when the sting reverberates through your lower half.

“sorry baby,” he murmurs, pressing your thighs together and pressing them further into your chest, nearly folding you in half. slowly, he presses his hips forward, cock pressing against the underside of your thighs and smearing precum all over your soft skin.

“won—wait, you gotta prep me a little,” you try to protest when you feel him slip his tip dangerous close to your core. “wo—oh,” you gasp when you realize what he’s about to do.

in one motion, his cock is pressing between your thighs and finding homage between the soft flesh. “oh baby,” he moans, cock sliding between them in shallow thrusts. he angles himself a little higher so that the next snap of his hips has his tip bumping over your clit.

“prettiest thighs in the fuckin’ world …” he groans, beginning to pick up the pace in fucking your thighs, his hands running all up and down your lower half, squeezing and needing the softness. “never take these off, you hear me baby?”

“y-yeah,” you gasp out when he presses against your core a bit firmer. “fuck, won—fuck me please.”

“gotta wait baby—gotta let me—holy fuck,” he moans when you tighten your thighs around his fat cock. “gotta let me love you like this,” he nearly demands, jamming his hips forward with even more force.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when pushes one hand between your thighs, rubbing the sensitive nub of your clit as he speeds up, and it vaguely crosses your mind, in its hazy state, that maybe fishing out these old thigh highs was well worth the effort.

#answered #✰ hwanghyunjinenthusiast #<rj3 #svt smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt scenarios #wonwoo seventeen #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo smut #💌 drabbles

[prince-liest]

If you've seen the old Instagram posts then I'm obligated to ask what your opinion on Vark is. Love that Vox's two major special interests are canonically Sharks and Alastor

I fucking love Vark, he is an absolutely adorable concept and while I don't know how I feel about him not being in the show, I do love to see him in art, hahaha. That said, I do keep aquariums myself so I enjoy riffing on Vox having Actual Giant Fish Tanks (TM) rather than necessarily a land-dwelling sharkdog. Leaves more room for him to babysit Valentino instead of a pet.

I think he should get a giant Vark plush in canon, actually.

#ask #personal #Anonymous #hazbin hotel #also his name is so silly #VARK #literally just “bark” with a V

[mostinterestingmattinthewyrd]

Oops, there I go sewing again... A follow up to last year's MetalGreymon plush, what would be more appropriate to follow up with than WereGarurumon?

This came out to be a bit taller than I wanted, measuring about a foot tall if you don't include the ears, but I am incredibly happy with how it turned out! Its a MUCH smaller project than the last one, so it took just over four weeks to complete, and could have been done faster if life hadn't got in the way. But I love how detail dense it is, especially the pants! I also experimented with a new technique of using the string itself to make some of the details, like the scars and mouth, and I'm pretty pleased with the results. Once again, this model is made entirely out of felt and was entirely hand stitched (I don't know how to use a sewing machine...). This was a lot of fun to work on and I love how both figures look standing next to each other. Guess I'm going to HAVE to make four or six more...

Fun Fact: Apparently there are two designs of WereGarurumon. One with a tail and one without. I always assumed that art Ive seen of it with a tail was just an artistic choice or mistake, because the anime never gave it one, nor does the figure I used for reference. BUT the original artwork for it does have a tail, even if 99% of it is covered up. Anyway, I didn't realize this until the 11th hour, made one, and decided it looked better without one. I'm just obsessed with the fact that it took me about twenty years to figure that out...

Fun Fact 2: A lot of the comments on the MetalGreymon plush were asking how I'm able to make this sorts of things when I don't use any sorts of patterns, and I never really had an answer. I just understand how to material works, and that comes with experience. HOWEVER, I learned from my aunt, my Mom's sister, that she is able to do something similar and can recreate a pocketbook from just seeing it. And she told me that her grandmother, my great-grandmother, who immigrated from Cuba close to a century ago, and who died long before I was born, was also able to do this with dresses. So combine that talent with an ADHD fueled ability to sit and do a simple task for hours and hours, and you get an ability to make things (tm). Anyway, just a cool story about where my talents might come from that makes me feel connected to parts of my family that I never got to know.

#digimon #crafts #plush #sewing #hand sewing #weregarurumon #digimon adventure

[tinytinybumblebee]

ive seen a lot of cg kim w/ regressor harry, but what about regressor kim with cg harry? if that doesnt sound good, maybe some general stuff with those two as cgs?

!!!! GALAXY MIND NONNY AAAA

Regressor Kim, my BELOVED😭

He definitely regresses more to a kiddo age (anywhere between 4-10) and is fairly quiet compared to more rambunctious tiny ones buut the moment he warms up to you and one of his interests are mentioned that kiddo is telling you every detail of a very specific era model of a carriage car

Kim doesn't mind toys, not really a huge thing for plush toys, but he LOVES toy carriages and plane (he's one to take the utmost care of his toys, no scratches to the paint and hardly any balding on the toys tires) and carries them everywhere with him (definitely a kiddo who has a weekly favourite that goes with him for that week then switches the next week)

Carer Harry is the ultimate fun(tm) carer! He was a gym teacher and has known there are only two types; the grouchy one and the fun one, and Harry was the fun one! So Harry likes to bring tiny Kim out on explorations of the village/town, pointing out certain things he thinks might peak Kim's interest- of course Harry sometimes ouver estimates how much energy a kiddo has and has had to carry the sleepy Kim back on a couple occasions (but, worth it to Harry because they got to see some very nice seagulls and Kim always looks so cute when sleepy)

Harry also tries very hard to learn about Kim's interest! Sometimes, this results in Kim giggling as he has to correct Harry's silllllly questions (it's a sweet bonding time♡)💖💖💖💖💖

Also, tiny Kim in Harry's jacket because they thought it'd be warmer out and now Kim is drowning in the large jacket that he's got sleeve hands(Harry's fine, that man has the wildest body heat control xD) ;u;

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #mailbox #disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois

[understandableparadox]

The Grand homestuck oc tournament poll! Round 2 winners!

the votes are in, time to see who our winners are! attached to this will be our post round interviews, thus if your charecter has something to say about what went down, please send it in to my dms!

Block 1 winner:

Nahlee Rovian

He is just silly.

He is just a guy who would eat a slice of cheese off of the floor, cheese of unknown origin. 

He is a sweet and funny guy and is way too easily trusting. 

If this guy was a playlist it would be "weird al" and "ninja sex party".

He smells funny.

No rizz.

Tamidn K'sazze

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Block 2 winner:

Persep “Perse” Rhiali

She streams, she draws, she always has a knife on her, with a small size and big personality Perse WILL either be your friend or A Problem (TM)

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Block 3 winner:

Anomal Conspi

One of the most brilliant, anxiety ridden queens on her whole planet. She’s so paranoid that she has a backup plan for just about anything. She predicted the world was going to end via meteors and had a ship fully ready to go for several years, and had a mental breakdown when she ended up being right. Overthinking is her strongest skill, making plans for her plans just in case something she didn’t think of happened. Her ship, despite being made of old and ruined tech, is so heavily equipped with safety features that she should probably be in charge of OSHA because ain’t no one getting hurt on that thing. Would go outside in a hamster bubble.

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Block 4 winner:

Viiveh Telore

Viiveh is a fuchsia blood in an abusive relationship trying to forge his own destiny. He tries to stay positive and is unlearning some classist traits. He goes to the surface and hides his blood color by dressing like a robot. He really loves tech and the mechanics of it, since the seadwellers can mainly only use bug-based tech underwater. He takes the name Vexxin during his hiding. Don't get him started on troll Daft Punk.

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Block 5 winner:

Atroxx

Atroxx lives in a swamp full of boiling tar, lurking in the dark and serving as something of a dark legend to the locals. They fear her and often leave her sacrifices, believing her to be a monster or some sort of demon. She just likes getting free things out of it and sometimes toys with the minds those who wander a little too far out of the torchlight, taunting them from within the darkness. If you survive an encounter with her, she's not very eloquent, and is quite stubborn and impatient, unpredictable and almost wild in behavior. She is also, however, incredibly resourceful and clever.

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Block 6 winner:

Trenas Maladi

trenas is a rustblood author who has the worst case of writers block ever seen. she's very tired all of the time and comes off a bit harsh, but she means well!! she's very nosy and knowing other people's business. she's very good at giving out advice to people too. she enjoys monsters and romance stories ABOUT monsters.

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Block 7 winner:

Lollie Gravez

Your name is LOLLIE GRAVEZ and you use ne/nem/nir, sh3/h3r/h3rz and h3/h1m/h1z. You are a SCENE KID first and foremost, and a troll second.

You love COMICS, CARTOONS, and SHIPPING, and listen to way too much ALTERNATIVE MUSIC. You send a lot of your spare time SEWING CLOTHES, both for yourself and your PLETHORA OF PLUSH FRIENDS. You spend way too much money on VIDEO GAMES, that you never get around to playing. When you aren’t hiding in your room away from the world, you love watching shows with your friends, then making self inserts for all your friends. Your squad loves the troll anime SUGIO QUEST FOR KOKORO, despite it being outlawed for rebel imagery.

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Block 8 winner:

Orfeus Etimio

Orfeus is soft spoken, docile and as weak as a troll gets, but people tend to fear them because of the horde of ghosts following them everywhere, even for those that can't see spirits the presence is overwhelming.

They constantly give more than they can for the ghosts and have ended up emotionally drained, not properly reacting to most situations and appearing emotionless. İf you grabbed them and took them home they'd only say "ok" and let it happen.

They like playing minecraft with their moirail also

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Block 9 winner:

Zapika Zapity

Zapika is a self-proclaimed inventor and infamous local mad scientist. Her voice quirk is that she speaks like early season BlackButler Mei Rin. She is a Prospit dreamer, Mind-bound, iceskateKind, and psiioniic! Her design started as a joke when I randomized troll doll maker in 2020. Been my fave HS OC since! 

"Best darn inventor on this side of the space-rock, aint no-one gonna tell ya otherwise, they aint!"

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Block 10 winner:

zalium azoran

Zalium is a rogue fuchsiablood who was raised by an axolotl lusus away from the prying eyes of the alternian empire. eventually he was able to find community in the lower bloodcastes of alternia and here he learned about alternian history from a true perspective.

he gathered an aliance, heavily inspired by the sufferer's rebellion, and rises up against the empire. being a highblood he held a greater chance against the empress and gl'bgolyb, and after a strenuous battle he manages to take down the horrorterror and the empress in turn

i don't even care if he's bad i love him so dearly

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Block 11 winner:

Alemap Occurd

Alemap is 6.5 sweeps old and just your average purple blood! She loves bright colors, silly jokes, and taxidermy! She's an exlaughassassin, murder for hire, but left that life behind when she met the love of her life: Punkin Pyrper, a nerdy lime with a heart of gold. Sure, she was *supposed* to kill him, but he's so sweet and cute and interesting!!! She's autistic and love learning about biology and poisons specifically and she's bisexual, though technically she's not interested in anyone but Punkin. He's her world! Her lusus, Sweetbaby, is a semi-aquatic possum with three tails that she uses to propel herself through water.

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Block 12 winner:

Contra Aurela

Sweetheart Violet, and Alternia’s Beloved Final Girl (an actress!)

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Block 13 winner:

Baxtin Nyswud

Baxtin used to be part of a semi-popular lowblood boyband called Sequence, though they fell out of popularity and while they aren't officially broken up... It's been a couple sweeps since they toured or even met up. Instead Baxtin spends his nights farming melons and gourds from seeds he kinda just found and decided to cultivate. Luckily his lusus, Timber, loves them. Timber is a huge south alternian longhorn bull and has cartoon physics for no known reason. He is actively a problem for the resident of Baxtin's town. This is upsetting for Baxtin cause he's incredibly socially anxious and scared of... well everything. He tends to be very spacey and doesn't listen to retain things very well outside of his music, but he's got major artistic blockage atm. His neighbor and best friend Vivsy keeps him grounded, though they don't see eye to eye very often (mostly on Vivisy's side- and not cause he's shorter!!)

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Block 14 winner:

Auiwyn Trasyl

The silliest, most self deprecating emo you’ll ever have the displeasure of meeting. His favorite movies would be the troll twilight saga, and they would make fanfiction of his rainbow drinker oc and Troll Edward. They have such a large obsession with rainbow drinkers that it’s consumed almost everything in his life. They would geek out if they ever met Kanaya, it would be so bad they’d probably faint. Would bite people to taste the blood and then gag when it tastes bad.

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Block 15 winner:

Emegon Gehana

Emo goth *and* catholic! Saying Emegon is weird is an understatement. Her interests goes against what her cloister believes in and she's seen as somewhat of an outcast because of that. She likes anything creepy and horror-related, and is very interested in early creepypasta stories and videos.

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Block 16 winner:

?????? Achlys

19 yo Mage of Void hemoanon, Achlys is a air-headed party girl who likes to take it easy, life is definitely too short to be worried about every little thing. She's quite friendly for a troll and always knows what to say to please people. She changes quadrants pretty often.

However when SGRUB begins she seems to know just where to look to learn all the rules and easily makes herself the leader before anyone notices. Not to mention her fake lusus and dreamself that seems to be puppeted by horrorterrors…

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congratulations to our contestants moving on, and to the contestants that have lost this round, once again i thank you for your participation, your characters are fantastic and amazing!

#homestuck #polls #tumblr polls #homestuck oc #fan troll #fan human #poll results

[ashley-slashley]

Johnny Gage hcs

Johnny Gage, my beloved. This is just stuff from off the top of my head. This man's been living in my head rent free since January 2024. Long post lol

☆ loves animals

☆ slightly has road rage

☆ will throw a bit of his food to birds in a parking lot

☆ will wake his s/o up in the middle of the night to tell you about some random shit he came up with

☆ only person who knows the most about him are his s/o and Roy

☆ has tripped over himself more times than he cares to admit

☆ believes in cryptids

☆ claims to not be bothered by horror movies - will cling to you if you watch anything that's not alfred hitchcock, the universal monsters, or creature features

☆ temperament issues

☆ lonely, isolated, and depressing upbringing, hence his starvation for affection and attention

☆ Walking Meme^TM

☆ believes in aliens and the paranormal

☆ knows everything and anything about firefighters and the history of the profession

☆ would probably go back in time to fight a handful of historical figures

☆ says "cow" when passing by a farm/ranch and sees a cow (this goes for all kinds of livestock, but cows are the most notable)

☆ probably has Roy's SSN memorized for some reason

☆ has insomnia :(

☆ has seen every episode of Adam-12 multiple times (ngl, he could write an essay on the social and cultural significance of Adam-12)

☆ has a Smokey Bear plush under his pillows

☆ appetite of Tarrare (minus small animals and children)

☆ likes watching documentaries

☆ tries to fix everything himself before calling an expert (or Roy)

☆ rolls around in his sleep

☆ warm natured, meaning he's definitely kicking the sheets and blanket off when sleeping

☆ lowkey stoner

☆ doesn't have a cohesive interior design choice in his apartment - minimalists DNI

☆ kinda has a sailor mouth, mainly comes up in certain situations

☆ very absurd sense of humor

☆ thinks the FDA's classifications for fruits and vegetables are stupid

☆ pets stray animals

☆ doesn't like metal (e.g. Black Sabbath, Judas Priest)

☆ loves thrifting and getting stuff from the curb

☆ shows Roy what absurd stuff he finds while thrifting

☆ loves flowers and plants

☆ has random and obnoxious decor in his apartment

☆ has definitely tripped over himself and face planted into the ground when rushing out of a car

☆ contemperary!Johnny would watch Jerry Springer, Steve Wilkos, Maury, Judge Judy, and other shows of that genre

☆ contemperary!Johnny quotes memes on a daily basis, and has a few in his vernacular vocabulary

☆ contemperary!Johnny has possibly been permanently banned from at least one convenience store for reenacting Who Wants Coffee

#the shitposter writes #johnny gage #emergency! #emergency! headcanons

[michinnyun]

Tied Up Tight

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (Minors dni)

Summary: Chubby reader with some light light bondage and dirty talk. Lawyer dick go crazy!!!!

Tags: Chubby Reader × Fluff × Fluff and Smut × catholic guilt etc × but in a fun and sexy way × taking the lords name in vain tm × Light Bondage × Smut × Porn with Feelings × Matt Murdock Needs a Hug × Dirty Talk × Praise Kink × No use of y/n

Words: 1.5k

AO3 link

When Matt started introducing you to people as his girlfriend, you'd been embarrassed.

You'd seen the women he'd been with before you. Elektra was practically a supermodel, Karen the waifish girl next door. They didn’t look anything like you.

Throughout the first few months of your relationship, you kept waiting for him to mention workout videos or the gym like all of your past boyfriends.

He never did. He knew how self conscious you got about him touching your chub, but he just couldn't help himself. There was something he loved about your curves, the warm softness of your skin. “Come on Matt,” you’d gripe when he’d grab a handful.

But when he held you like that, your insecurities melted away. He made you feel so cherished.

Especially when he made you sit on his face, turning so red you worried he'd suffocate. His moans were always muffled by your plush thighs. He’d leave love marks on the tender inner skin that you’d blush over in front of the mirror for weeks.

You never entirely stopped seeing your curves as a negative thing. Matt was a great boyfriend, but he couldn't just erase 20+ years of societal conditioning with his touch. But when he ran his big hands all over you, he’d linger at your stomach spilling out of your underwear. You realized he really did like it, that he wasn't just saying things for your benefit. He just liked… you.

When he bent you over the kitchen table one day and pinned you down, you really got the hint.

“Love this ass,” he murmured, ripping your panties down and grabbing a big handful.

You gasped. Matt was a very tactile person, it shouldn't surprise you how much he enjoyed touch.

He inhaled deeply. “Good girl. Already so wet. I can smell you,” he teased, calloused hand caressing your wetness.

You chewed your bottom lip, wiggling your hips back against him. His fingers were pressing into you in an instant, curling in a way that had you drooling.

“Matt,” you sighed, cheek pressed to the cool surface of the counter.

“Yes?” he answered, sounding cheeky and totally unaffected. You’d believe that too, if you didn’t feel his erection pressing hard and insistent on your side, breaths panting in your ear while he kept you in place and stuffed you full.

“Don’t make me say it,” you groaned as he added another finger, sliding easily into your needy cunt.

“Aw, sweetheart, you don’t have to say anything. I can hear how much you want it,” he said, and whether he was referring to your erratic heartbeat or the lewd sounds you were producing together, you didn’t know.

“Matt, just- fucking,” you ground out, pressing back against his hand until he chuckled, finally showing you some mercy. You waited while he pulled out of you, cheeks burning as you heard the tell-tale clink of his belt coming undone.

The teasing wasn’t over apparently, as he still refused to put his stupidly big dick in you, just rubbing it against your backside.

“Murdock,” you growled. “If you don’t-” You tried to reach behind you, in vain. In a flash, Matt had your hands pinned together in front of you, loosening his tie and securing you to the sink.

You’d be dumbfounded at his speed if you weren’t so cock hungry.

“Be nice,” he chastised.

You groaned again, traitorous tears of frustration close to spilling as he ran his hands over you for what must’ve been the hundredth time.

“Love your tummy,” he murmured into the skin of your back. You snorted. You weren’t having an especially body positive day, and the comment wasn’t doing much for you at the moment.

“What, I'm not allowed?” he asked, still rubbing himself against you in a way that was driving you crazy.

“Not right now,” you whined, gripping the tie keeping you in place.

He hummed, cold kisses on your skin making you shiver.

“What is it with you and my body fat?” you sputtered when he nuzzled the soft rolls of your back. It was completely unsexy, the worst part of your body in your opinion. It made backless dresses an impossibility.

His tongue ran up the dip of your spine, and you shivered violently. Your clit was still throbbing, no matter how gross you felt.

“Stop overthinking,” he murmured. “Stop overthinking it. Just relax.” He said, bringing his hand down and finally lining himself up, pressing into your cunt.

You mewled as he filled you up, fingers white-knuckled as he entered slowly.

“Christ,” he muttered, teeth grazing the skin of your back. You would’ve crossed yourself in mock scandalization if your hands were free.

“Lords name,” you muttered instead, clenching around him.

He laughed, a short thing as he bottomed out.

“I think he’ll forgive me this once.”

The noise you let out was high pitched and involuntary as he kept pressing into you, the pressure building up deliciously while he smooshed you against the table-top.

“Matt, MattMattMattMattMatt-” you said, breathless as he split you open. “God, just fuck me.”

“I am,” he gritted out, and you swore you heard the sink's faucet creak with the force of your pulling at his inescapable knots.

“Murdock I swear to God, if you don’t stop fucking around- if I weren’t tied up right now I’d be smacking you six ways out of Hell’s Kitchen-” you started, cutting off when he dug his fingers into your sides and finally, FINALLY fucked you like you wanted, a solid and fast bambambambam against the table that made your jaw drop.

“Can never get you to shut that mouth,” he said, finally sounding breathless. “Can never get you to understand- I don’t care about your weight. I just care that it’s you, letting me fuck you and hold you and love you. Sweet girl with your sweet mouth and your tight, tight fucking cunt. Yeah, come on, show me how much you like it.”

You were moaning now, face burning as you pressed yourself against him as hard as you could, legs spread open and feeling so close somehow already, throbbing between your legs.

“Matt,” you whimpered. “Please, touch me, I need-” His hand dropped, rubbing hard and fast against your clit and you pitched against him, so desperate to get the right angle and then there, there it was as you zeroed in on that point of pleasure, zeroed in on Matt’s hands on you and his cock in you and his stubble grinding against your cheek and his sweet breath everywhere, everywhere.

“Matt,” you started as your orgasm rushed over you, debilitating and warm and and so sudden that your eyes squeezed shut while he kept fucking you, perfect and steady. You whined, blissful and loud, and Matt cupped a hand over your mouth, but it wasn’t enough to keep the sound completely muffled as you milked him.

“Oh God,” you murmured when it was over, and Matt was thrusting slower, pulling out. He must’ve come too without you realizing.

“Lord's name,” he said, untying you and picking you up like a bride before you collapsed. You tried not to feel self-conscious about him carrying you, but he must have sensed a falter in your heartbeat or something. You still didn’t really get how his powers worked.

He settled you on the couch.

“I don’t think I have to tell you that I like you the way you are,” he said, rubbing a hand over your torso and holding you close. “You know me too well. I’d never want you to change unless it was what you truly wanted.”

You sighed, sated and calm in your post-orgasm haze. “I know,” you murmured, trying to keep your eyes open. It’d been a long day.

He kissed your forehead. “I like how soft you are,” he said, nuzzling against your chest.

You sighed, a heavy exhale. “I know Matt,” you tried to sound upbeat, but it fell a little flat. You felt bad. It wasn't his fault you felt this way. “I like how much you like my body. I love it when you touch me and manhandle me. And I really don’t want to change. It's just…” you trailed off, frowning. He kissed you on the mouth.

“You don’t have to explain,” he said, and warmth spread across your chest. You enjoyed the moment as you rested against each other, sticky and sore and so in love.

“Let’s get cleaned up.” He smiled at you in his blank way and helped you to the shower.

As you stood under the warm spray, you couldn’t help but thank God that you’d found Matt, however dangerous his line of work might be. As he held you and grabbed handfuls of your stomach, you smiled, feeling loved above anything else.

#my fic #mcu #daredevil #daredevil x you #reader insert #smut #daredevil x female reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #charlie cox

[m1d-45]

some more teddy news(tm): i unlocked fishing in genshin bc i finally bothered to do the world quest and i got so excited when i saw that you can catch bettas (i fucking love bettas so much it's unreal) but the bettas don't look like bettas!!!! the medukas look more like bettas than the fish they call bettas!!! whaddahell!!!!!!!!!

also i have been testing out jean to get used to her and oh my god. i have never seen a woman so boyfriend-coded. not only would i let her kill me, i would ask her how i can make it as easy and hassle-free as possible and apologize for not being able to dispose of my own body afterwards.

let's see what else.... i put bennet, fischl, and razor in my teapot together and cooed over them hanging out for approximately 5 minutes. fun to think abt it in sagau bc imagine the disembodied voice of your god being like "AWWWWW look at you you're all friends!!! you're doing so good omg"

um i think that's all! i had a little idea in mind of reverse isekai imposter au where your killer finds a plush of themself that you kept even after the whole imposter hunt thing based on me sewing clothes for my diluc and kaeya plushes and fixing up my dragon zhongli plush's leg but when i tried to write it just ougfhsdougdngs. you know how it is - teddy anon

congratulations on fishing!! there’s furnishings in your teapot you can use to keep fish, btw! it’s very cool :)

also, the idea of you still keeping a plush of your attacker…… goddamn….. all that pain and bitterness you endured and you still love them? still hold them close, still trust them to guard you even if in the form of a toy? goddamn….

#m1d : [chats] #teddy anon #‘i have never seen a woman so boyfriend-coded’ a valid take ngl #i’m not the biggest fan of jean—she took the 50/50 when i was wishing for kazuha not cool kanye—but i’m very happy you’re having fun! /gen

[jojo-hut-jrs]

May I ask for a continuation to that Devo one-shot please? Or if you're not feeling it, prompt 69 "How can I make it better" with a similar style? I'm just *clenches fist* such a SUCKER for those types of stories, never considered myself a Devo Simp(tm) but you turned me into one like you did with Zucchini

Not as happy with this one but I tried to do both

Devo x reader part 2

The rain in this town falls as a swampy, mossy green, but it's soothing enough for a troubled soul to fall asleep too.  

It’s the first time in a long time you felt something akin to peace, though with the unsettling thoughts that still linger in your waking mind, this moment of relaxation lays over you like a languid, drunken haze. It’s a feeling of indulgence, as if you're giving in to the explicit, lustful temptation to rest and believe that, just for now, you’re safe and everything is fine. He can’t find you here. 

He hasn’t found you. Yet.  

Even the mere thought of him sends you spiraling back into reality, and the rain pattering against your window sounds an awful lot like the scornful tapping of fingertips, the brush of the leaves against the window like eager hands searching for a way to open it. The signing winds of the storm are too reminiscent of human breath, the warmth of your blanket carrying the depth of your heat and swallowing you in it.  

It took everything to finally escape here, and yet you still feel as though you’ll never truly be rid of him.  

The last time you saw him, just before you packed and fled, he told you he would be with you every step of the way. And indeed, you felt his presence clinging to you as if he were hiding within your own shadow. But so far, you haven’t seen him once, and you like to believe that it’s only paranoia that keeps you awake at night. Every time you feel that sharpen gaze caressing you from afar, you find that you're totally alone. Every night you think you hear something moving within your house, you find that everything is still in its place, and your doors are still locked.  

And every time that feeling of dread creeps up inside you, threatens to fill you up and spill over until you finally lose yourself entirely, you gather your doll up in your arms and hold her close.  

You don’t know why the doll makes you feel a little better when you hold it, but it does, so you keep doing it. Maybe it’s because its human resemblance makes you feel less alone in the horrible life, as if you finally found someone that was willing to understand and protect you. Maybe it was its delicate face and tiny body that made you feel protective over it, as if you were strong enough to support it, and you cherished the feeling of being someone else’s rock. It was something you could pour your love into, hold close at night when you felt lonely and empty, cling onto in public within your purse when you felt scared and exposed. Your attachment wasn’t healthy, but it was all you had left, and the feeling of its little plastic face against your cheek makes the rain sound not so frightening at that moment.  

You found her just before you fled, soon after that last interaction you had with him, and the cold, delicate texture of her plastic face felt soothing against your stinging palm. You like the gentle look of her eyes and soft, plush material of her body, and you wanted at least one nice thing to call your own. The pawn shop owner wanted more for her, because she was a one-of-a-kind specialty, he said and could even speak when you pressed the little button on her back. But for such a callous and greedy old man that gleefully took all of your possessions for little money and no sympathy, he still gave you the doll at a cheap price, and afterwards told you to never come back.  

And so, you moved on, with only a suitcase of clothes and the little doll to ground you amidst this horrible period in your life, and that was probably why you valued her above all else. You spoke to no one, but when you were alone, you pressed the little on her back and listened to her transcript audio with rapt attention. Her five sayings became a mantra, her voice a lullaby to calm you in the night, and she was always there for comfort whenever misfortune befell you.  

Your head and knees still ache from the fall, but narrowly avoiding a falling shop sign was a preferrable outcome, and the little scraps would disappear in time.  

You jolt at a sudden clap of thunder, your heart racing despite your attempts to keep calm, and you delicately press your lips to the little carved face in front of you. Outside the limb of the nearby tree thumps hard against the glass, leaves fanned out in a glossy gleam. Your fingers find the button on her back with practiced ease, and you hold it and wait for the response.  

“I love you!” it finally says in a soft, almost whispering voice. It’s an older doll from appearances, so you can forgive that sometimes the button doesn’t work or that its voice is a little light and strained, but when it does speak, you feel as if you have a little piece of somebody real nestled within your arms.  

Another crashing roar of thunder pierces the air, but the echoing boom sounds far closer than the last, and the air is twinged with a lively feeling that sets your nerves on edge. As the winds howl and stir, the outside world becomes a blur of deep, slick gray, though you could only catch a glimpse through the dense foliage that slams into the window with a growing intensity that captures your attention. A thin pane of glass is the only thing that keeps you dry and safe from the storm outside, but much to your surprise, it's not the window that you suddenly heard break.  

It’s a dull, shaking sound as the lock is popped out of the wall by its hinges, and then the scraping of the door as it drags across the threshold. Muffled over the storm it's almost quiet, but your heart races at the heavy, dull footsteps that make their way towards your bedroom.  

Quickly throwing yourself out of bed, you have little choice of hiding places, and little time to choose between them. You know you impulsively locked the door to your bedroom, but you also know it won’t do much to stop him, and before you can throw yourself into your closet, you come face to face with him for the first time in almost two months.  

He stands before you as a dark figure looming in the doorway, all pieces and shadow that give the illusion of a human being, but even without being able to see his face you know that its him. His body is a large and imposing mass that blocks your exit, tense and alert as it blurs and morphs with excited movements you can’t decern.  

For just a brief moment, you’re locked together in dreadful anticipation, still as stone as the storm continues to rage and pulse outside. Then you draw in a deep breath, and he leaps forward to stifle your scream.  

“Hello to you too, doll!” he jeers above you, and in the darkness the only features of his face you can make out clearly are the off-white gleam of his teeth. 

His hand, large and coarse, practically slaps you across the mouth as he grabs hold of your face, his fingers digging deeply into the tender flesh of your cheeks. Your nose is squished underneath his grip, but you can still detect the scent of sweat and mold that creeps off of him. His matted hair is thoroughly soaked and clumped together in greasy knots, the few loose strands that escaped the tangled mess sticking wetly to his forehead. His skin is bone-chillingly cold and dripping wet, but it’s only the excitement that causes his body to twitch. 

And then he stops. The slight tremble in his hands, the manic shine of his teeth in the sparse moonlight, it all goes away in an instant, and he hovers over you as an endless black shadow that singlehandedly keeps you upright by the tight grip it has on your jaw. There's malice in him, you can feel it in the groove of scars that run along his palms, in the broad expanse of his shoulders as they block your view of the door. For a second, his fingers lift a little off your face, your skin irritably raw and itchy, and you only have that single second to take a breath before he barrels into you, and pushes you out of the way of the tree branch that suddenly breaks through your window.  

Shattering glass falls with the rain, the dry heat of the room flush with the chill of freshwater and snapping wind. The mineral scent of water mixes with the faint dull metallic twinge of blood, but the man before you still stands unshaken, almost jovial.  

“Man! You really are unlucky, you know that?” He laughs at you. “Makes you appreciate the people looking out for you, huh?” 

You say nothing, letting yourself shake and shiver on the ground before him. You never understood why he started following you, what he ever planned to do with you, and the anticipation keeps you vigilant in his presence, even though there's nothing you could do but wait for the inevitable. Your precious doll has never fallen from your hands, and at the first step he takes forwards, you clutch it tightly to your chest, and for some reason he stops. Though obscured in darkness, his body language is faintly visible, and you catch the way he hunches over and lets his shoulders slump. 

“Why do you act like such a little bitch all the time?” He asks you, his voice a low murmur almost inaudible over the wind.  

“Why aren’t you ever appreciative of the things I do for you? Huh? Do you have any idea of what you would be without me?” 

He takes another step forward as he speaks, the wind fanning his hair about his head, the shadowy locks curling and twisting like a coil snakes.  

“You’d be fucking nothing without me, and you know it! You need me!” His voice rises above the storm as he loses himself within it, his screams just as raging as the thunder, his arms just as sturdy and thick as the tree branches.  

“Why do you keep driving me away?! What else do you want from me? How can I make it better?!” 

Your breath is a hoarse whimper, barely a wheezing sigh, and it’s the most you can do to keep it steady. Everything within your sight is a blur, his body a shielding force that keeps some of the rainwater off you, but you’re still drowning the faint heat that radiates from him. You keep the doll nestled firm just under your neck, gazing up blindly towards the faint silhouette of his head as he tilts it to the side. Your clothes are wet, but your mouth is dry, and every part of you is cold and still.  

“...leave...” is the only thing you manage to say, so soft it was almost as if you didn’t say it at all.  

But he heard you just the same, and his bellowing scream carried him on a destructive rampage through your room, and soon enough, out of your new home, where he disappeared back into the storm. Without his form to guard you the rain lashes cruelly across your face, and you crawl your way across damp carpeting and the waxy sludge of crumbled leaves for the safety of your closet.  

The storm had nullified all power in your home, and you silently cry for the approach of the morning as you tremble in the tiny, dark space. Your new sanctuary, your place of safety, had been infiltrated and ruined, and your palms and knees are filled with broken glass.  

But at least you still have your doll, the one you never stopped holding.  

Gingerly, with bleeding, shaking hands, you find the button on her back and press it repeatedly, begging for some semblance of comfort, connection, familiarity, anything the poor thing could possibly give you when you had absolutely nothing left.  

But for some reason, she didn’t say anything.  

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventures #jojos bizarre adventure stardust crusaders #jjba devo the cursed #devo the cursed x reader #shittys jojo writing

[curseofbreadbear]

i'm back on my f.naf 4 bs, so it's time for me to ramble about more sammy hcs - namely, his masklophobia.

Masklophobia is described as an irrational fear of masks, people in costumes, and mascots. Symptoms of it are most often seen in children, who cry, scream, hide, run away, etc., when faced with a costumed character.

During the events of FNAF 4, Sammy's brother (and friends) torments him by wearing masks of the characters from Fredbear's. Sammy seems particularly frightened by the mascots when they are worn by a PERSON, with Fredbear reminding him of "what he saw." Each and every time Sammy encounters a masked character, he gets "unreasonably" freaked out -- whenever his brother scares him, he has a full-on meltdown, lying in place and crying. When he's in Fredbear's, and is "chased down" by someone wearing a Fredbear costume, he gets so overwhelmed that he breaks down before he can even reach the front doors to escape.

All in all, I think I'd lean towards the idea that he has masklophobia rather than a fear of the animatronics themselves. A few moments in the book even highlight that Sammy doesn't fear the animatronics at all -- most notably, he prefers when they dance "mechanically" (aka, without a performer inside). It could be that he only develops a fear of them after what happened to Charlie, but I have my own Hot Take(TM).

Fredbear's became heavily associated with Charlie's death after the events of Halloween, 1982; for Sammy, the diner went from a "home away from home" to a complete nightmare. He started to fear the animatronic characters, but not because they themselves were a danger -- he was scared of the people inside of them.

Remember, Charlie's disappearance was ON Halloween. Sammy was surrounded by people in masks, both Fazbear-related and not; as a result, costumes, mascots, and masks were all intrinsically tied to the worst night of his life. As he panicked about Charlie's death, and watched the partygoers search for her, all he saw were strangers in costume. The experience unfortunately served as a perfect phobia-creating storm.

After Halloween, Sammy still loves the animatronics, but seeing anyone wear the springlock costumes or the masks of the characters sends him into a panic. It's why the plush (lifeless) versions of Fredbear & friends (Foxy aside...) are still treasured by him, considered his own friends, but he can't handle being scared by his brother wearing a Foxy mask or being approached by a man in a Fredbear costume.

#{ i think a LOT abt how sammy like. canonically loved the animatronics AS animatronics in the books } #{ so i like to mold canon into my own silly lil thing and say like. he Loves animatronics. his real fear stems from people wearing them } #🎬 || it's make believe inside your head. (headcanons.) || 🎬 #🕰️ || the nightmare repeats itself every time. (sammy.) || 🕰️

[vibecenter13]

Agreed. Did you complete the quest fully? (To me, i'd argue it feels like a sort of, family mixed-situation. Vi wants to become independent and an explorer. Everyone else kinda knows how horribly dangerous this is, and is concerned for her safety. Vi's basically the youngest/most immature one. There could be more/done better. But I also like that hers is a little more ligthhearted/down to earth, compared to the angst that is Kabu's and Leifs. Basically a 'i'd love to see her with more angsty scenarios but I can also see the writers not wanting to go TOO far')

JUST REALIZED ASKS ON THE SIDEBLOG WEREN'T ON IM SO SORRY

I completed the quest a few days ago I think? I agree it's more family issues with them wanting her to be safe, but I just Wish they went more in Depth with her and Jaune's relationship. Vi basically said 'fuck you' then ran off, and I'm not surprised as to why everybody was both Surprised and Pissed when she came back.

We never(at least I haven't) seen what Vi and Jaune's relationship was pre-game/post Vi breaking the relationship off, and I wish Vi could have opened the doors to let us know just What her relationship was like with her sister. Obviously even before she left the hive, it felt as if there could have been some small divots (especially with Vi and Jaune's differences.)

They could have gone a LOT more in depth with how Vi and Jaune are different, but family is family, despite the trauma you've gone through. Jaune had a right to not forgive Vi at first, and Vi wanting to get Jaune's forgiveness kinda added a nice layer to the whole request. The fact that she was willing to go all in, spend all that money, etc etc. (what could have been a nice addition was if you were working on that quest, and didn't have metal island unlocked, Vi could have bought the ticket And the plush to start the trading. Idk, just an idea)

Her thing is a lot more lighthearted yeah, but it also just feels... pushed to the side? Both Kabbu and Leif have Heavy shit yes, and in my eyes I feel they could have given Vi some worries like. Oh, my stuff isn't as bad as compared to what they've both been through, etc etc. She's still a kid, when you really think about it. She's Bound to have insecurities about stupid shit like that.

I think Vi should have some Sibling Angst(tm)

#vee rambles #this is going to be reblogged onto the sideblog as well #im so sorry the asks werent on i. never realized LMAOOO #bug fables #bug fables spoilers #vi's request #i apologize if this is incomprehensible! just kinda wordbarfed and said okay this is good

[heros-of-kalos]

Gives you a full collection of tms. And a darkrai and a zeraora plush.

Sighs

<a photo is attached, it's of corentin holding the darkri plush in his mouth he seems to be very gentle with it from what can be seen in the photo.>

I'll have the Zeraora plush shipped to our home in Kalos, thank you anon.

offscreen: Corentin has been acting more feral lately, he's probably getting antsy and wants to battle.

#pkmn irl #pkmn rp #pokemon irl #pokemon rp #pokeblogging #fulgoraspeaks

[worksinprogress1]

As the sun was setting over Veilstone, the three newly-promoted commanders stepped out of the Team Galactic HQ. According to Cyrus, they were now officially Team Galactic’s most trusted and essential members. To Saturn, neither his promotion nor that of Mars and Jupiter had been a surprise. He’d seen how Mars had shaped Team Galactic’s image. He knew of Jupiter’s technological skill and competence in battle. As Cyrus’ right-hand man, he’d had chances to work with both of them, and there was no one he’d rather be promoted alongside. Saturn supposed that meant it fell to him to establish some loyalty between them now that they were united by rank.

“Wow. Our first night as commanders,” Saturn said, looking to the two women. “We should hang out. Do some team bonding or something.”

“That’s probably a good idea. Got anything in mind?” Jupiter asked.

“Wanna play truth or dare?” Mars suggested.

Jupiter wasn’t too impressed. “Oh, adults don’t really-”

“Oh, come on, Jupiter, let’s do it. Now that we’re professional law-breakers, we can do basically anything, so we might as well see what ‘anything’ looks like. You go first.”

“Hmm… Well, you used to be like a small-time thief, right Saturn?”

“Yep.”

“I dare you to show me what you’ve got.”

Saturn smiled. “You got it.”

Jupiter had made it sound impressive, but really all Saturn had done before was shoplift and hack people’s devices to pull pranks. Nothing but thrill-seeking to soothe his adolescent mind. He’d have to come up with something better than that to impress these guys. After a little discussion and plenty of input from Jupiter, though, they came with just the thing.

Saturn led the trio to the Veilstone City department store. As they’d planned, they scouted out what they wanted and made sure there were no security cameras, as well as locating a window facing the wooded area at the edge of the city. They each took two newspapers from the stand at the front, and Saturn swiped a TM for hydro pump before the trio met up in the bathroom.

“Alright, everyone knows where they’re going?” Saturn said, locking the door.

The female commanders nodded.

“Good.”

As planned, they set to work on the distraction. Back in the day, Saturn would just slip something into his pocket and go, or at worst pull the fire alarm. But with Jupiter’s skuntank knowing flamethrower, why miss an opportunity? He and Mars created a giant pile of unfolded newspapers as Jupiter taught the creature hydro pump as a safety mechanism- no need to let this get out of control.

Jupiter’s skuntank set the paper ablaze, and the fire alarm went off within a second. The fire wouldn’t last long, but it was big enough to force them to the side of the room and tall enough to reach the cieling. Fifteen seconds and an uncomfortable amount of smoke later, Jupiter commanded her Pokémon to put out the fire. Thirty more and the bustle from behind the door quieted down as people hurried out of the building.

“Alright. Now, be quick,” Saturn whispered to them, “fire department could be here any second.”

With that, they were off. Saturn shoved his pockets TMs and rare candies and headed for the window. Mars took to the dolls section and loaded her arms with feline Pokémon plushies. They were far too big- anyone who saw them escaping would know what was going on.

“Put those back,” Saturn whispered, “and get Jupiter. Quickly.”

Jupiter was lingering a bit too long, selecting jewelry and tucking pieces she liked into her clothes. Mars, after throwing back the plushes, pulled her over to the window by the arm. With everyone at the window, Saturn took out his bronzor and had it lower him to the forested areas of north of route 217. Once he landed, he looked back to see the fire truck pulling up to the building and the two female commanders coming close behind him. Saturn’s heart pounded. His life flashed before his eyes a little. He ran deeper into the forest until he hit the oceanside and stopped, panting. What was he thinking? Committing arson for a thrill was so much worse than he’d ever done, for the team or otherwise. He could be put away for years. He’d never felt so alive.

“You okay?” Jupiter asked. Mars was still trailing behind.

“Heh. Yeah. Man, this is probably going to be good practice for later, isn’t it?”

“Definitely.” Jupiter said. “I mean, you’re the one who would know, but I’d guess that we’re going to be pulling stunts that make this look like nothing.”

What a thought. What a crazy, horrifying, delightful thought.

“Probably,” Saturn said.

Mars caught up with them.

“Sorry to make you leave everything behind,” Saturn said to her. “It’s just, you know, if someone saw us leaving, we’d need it to look like we were panicking and escaping a potential fire. We can’t make it obvious we’re stealing.”

“It’s okay! It was fun! Now it’s your turn to ask.”

“Mars. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Saturn wracked his brain for a question that would be fair to a young teenager but still interesting. “Um, have you ever had a boyfriend?”

Mars laughed. “You’re really bad at this, you know that? ‘Course I have. I was rich, I had status. And good looks and charm, of course.” She turned to Jupiter. “Jupiter, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Hmm... well, since Saturn gave me a bit of practice stealing... I dare you to teach me how to shoot a gun!” Mars exclaimed. “And not at a shooting range, either! Let’s do it somewhere we’re not supposed to be.”

“You got it,” Jupiter replied.

The trio took a short trip back to Jupiter’s house to drop off their stolen goods and retrieve a handgun, some bullets, and some old paint cans, then escaped to the wooded areas of route 214, where they hung up the cans for target practice. With the forest illuminated only by the mostly-full moon and the glow of a few volbeat and illumise, it was a beautiful scene that would give any responsible firearm owner a heart attack.

Jupiter in front of their set-up, gun in hand. “Alright. Now, I’m not the best teacher since I usually just go by muscle memory, but there’s a few things I can tell you. One is that there’s going to recoil, so position yourself accordingly. Use two hands and plant your feet firmly.” Jupiter adjusted her stance. “Second, don’t point a gun at anything you don’t intend to shoot. Now, just watch me for this next part.” Jupiter took off the gun’s safety, cocked it, aimed, and fired, the jolt of recoil travelling through her body but leaving her in place. The bullet went through a paint can, splattering the tree’s trunk in violet.

Jupiter handed the gun over to Mars. “Now you try it.”

Mars took the gun and stood where Jupiter had been. She adjusted her posture awkwardly, cocked the gun and groped for the trigger. Then she started trembling. “I can’t do it,” she whimpered, gritting her teeth.

“Why not?” Saturn asked.

Mars took a deep breath. “When I was ten, my dad took me into work for the first time. Maybe he wanted me to learn how Team Rocket worked, I don’t remember anymore. He had to leave me alone for a while, and I saw this rocket grunt carrying a skitty. I’d always wanted a skitty, so I followed him. He took her to this room that looked like a surgical theatre and put her in a cage. Just as I was about to steal her, I heard someone coming, so I hid one of the cupboards. I remember hearing some workers talk about using her tissues for the Mewtwo project. And then I heard the voice of a girl demanding that they give her back her skitty. She didn’t sound any older than I was. She didn’t have any Pokémon, so they didn’t even have to take her on properly and- and-” Mars was getting higher and more quavering.

“They shot her,” Jupiter finished. That was the thing about guns. They were pretty much useless outside a war zone unless you were aiming to hurt someone with no Pokémon to protect them. That’s why there was a stigma against owning them.

“Yeah,” Mars continued, “I hate everything Team Rocket does. The world shouldn’t be like that! I want to be ready to do anything for Cyrus because he’s going to make it better, and if I can do this, I can do anything!”

“Listen to me, Mars,” Jupiter said, “that little girl is going to be back once the world is remade. And her skitty. Or at least, a lot of little girls and skitties. Everything will be alright. And thanks to that? Anything we do now doesn’t matter. It’s temporary. The only people who matter are Team Galactic. Everyone else are just tools and toys to us, NPCs in a video game, soon to be deleted and here for us to have fun with.”

Mars took a deep breath. “You’re right. It’s temporary. And fun! Did you hear those people freaking out when we started the fire?”

“You bet I did,” Jupiter said.

“And I’m getting pretty good at crushing punks with my Pokémon!” she sounded less like a little girl now and more like a criminal, never mind the fact that half those “punks” were her age. With a sadistic smile on her face, she stepped forward and shot the gun one-handed. The recoil threw her arm back.

“Two hands,” Jupiter chided. “If you let the recoil get you that much, you’ll end up shooting high. But you’ve got the spirit.”

“Right.” Mars got into a proper stance and fired off several more bullets. One hit, drenching a tree in red. She laughed. “Got one!”

The commanders took turns shooting until they ran out of ammo and the trees were well-painted. Then, they went back to Veilstone.

“Mars,” Jupiter said, “truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Figure out a way to get us onto that rooftop,” Jupiter said, pointing to officer Jenny’s house. It was something like two in the morning and any police cars there might have been around the Veilstone department store had cleared, so the chances of being caught were pretty small. Mars found a way to climp up using her fence and the other commanders followed suit.

Mars looked over to Saturn. “Truth or dare.”

 “Truth.”

“What do you think the new world is going to be like? You know, since you’re the one who’d know.”

Saturn hesitated. “Umm… pass. Jupiter, truth or dare?”

Jupiter gave Saturn a concerned glance, turned to Mars, and handed her a few bills. “I’m too hungry for either. Mars, go get us some snacks. Whatever you like is fine.”

“Okay!” Mars said. She slid off of the roof and headed for the corner store.

Jupiter gave Saturn a suspicious glance, turned to Mars, and handed her a few bills. “I’m too hungry for either. Mars, go get us some snacks. Whatever you like is fine.”

“Okay!” Mars said. She slid off of the roof and headed for the corner store.

Jupiter turned to Saturn. “Are you hiding something?”

Saturn chuckled. “Only that I have nothing to hide!”

“…Oh?”

“It seems like people assume that because I was friends with Cyrus, I have the first clue what’s going on in his head. But the truth is, he’s a mystery to me, too. I kind of can’t wait to see what he’s capable of. He’s strong, and smart, and things like the judgement of others and conventional morality might as well not exist to him.”

“He’s a cold, pretentious, miserable asshole.”

“Uh-huh. He is. Are we crazy for putting the fate of the world on someone like that?”

“Eh. Maybe. But you don’t need to be smart, or self-aware, or anything else to get rid of cancer and earthquakes. And we’d be waiting forever if we waited for a well-adjusted person who was willing to start a doomsday cult. If the new world does suck, we’ll handle it the same way we’re handling this one.”

Saturn smiled. “...by plotting to destroy it?”

“If it comes to that!”

Saturn laughed. “Yeah, fair. It does worry me how far he’ll have us go, sometimes, and some of the things we’ve already done, and what the new world will be like. But I should try not to worry. It’s out of our hands. Thanks, Jupiter”

“No problem. Now let’s not bring this up with the young one,” Jupiter said, pointing to Mars as she made her way back.

The other commanders helped her up, and then the trio spent a while just joking around and talking about their lives. The game of truth or dare dissipated, as games of truth or dare often did.

“Hey, I think I thought of one more thing I want to do now that we can do anything,” Saturn announced during a lull in the conversation. “I’m gonna show off my new body to my transphobic parents!”

Jupiter’s eyes narrowed. “You sure you can handle that? I really don’t want to have to comfort someone for the third time tonight.”

“Yeah, it’ll be fine. They’ll be able to accept me in the new world. Might as well get a before-and-after. Let’s go.”

Lacking any Pokémon that could transport them long distances, the trio found a fisherman at one of the ponds on route 214, hassled him for a magikarp, and evolved said magikarp with rare candy for their ride to Jubilife City. The sun was beginning to rise as they arrived at the doorstep of Saturn’s family home.

“Alright, here goes,” Saturn peeled off his hoodie and handed it to Mars. Underneath it, he was wearing a T-shirt, which showed enough of his flat chest, lean arms and broadened shoulders for the shock value he was going for.

Saturn knocked on the door and leaned on the doorframe, a smug smile on his face. The female commanders hid in the bushes. An older woman answered the door. Her face fell immediately when she saw him.

“Venus...? Is that you?”

Something in her voice told Saturn that she wasn’t horrified so much as relieved to see him again. He straightened up and wiped the smirk off his face. “Uh... yeah.”

“Is... this,” she gestured at his body, “why I haven’t seen you in three years?”

“Y-yeah.”

The older woman hesitated, seemingly trying to process the information. “Okay. Okay. I don’t like this, and I don’t get this. But if it means having a relationship with you, I’ll try to get it. Please, come in.”

Saturn glanced back to the bushes. “Sure, mom.”

With that, Saturn disappeared into the house. Before the door shut, the two female commanders heard his mother ask, “So, what’s your name now?”

For a moment, Mars and Jupiter didn’t say anything. It was a rather awkward situation as they couldn’t just go back to Veilstone without taking Saturn’s ride back with them.

“He’s not gonna leave us, right?” Mars whispered to Jupiter.

“I don’t think so,” Jupiter said. Had it been anyone else, then yes, getting something they’d hate to leave behind was a risk factor for leaving Team Galactic. But she had a feeling that Saturn wouldn’t leave no matter what. “Let’s grab some breakfast. I’ll shoot Saturn a pokétch message so he’ll know where to find us. I have a feeling it’ll be a while.”

[gallusrostromegalus]

TPOFATGIF LORE: What Everyone Looks Like

It Occured to me that

1. I don't actually describe what anyone in the fic looks like because I was sort of assuming everyone had seen/read some of the source material

2. I have a lot of OCs. Who I didn't describe either.

Me Smort.

Anyway, coming out of a verys tressful fortnight (Herschel had pneumonia and had to be on antibiotics/house rest so I pretty much didn't sleep but he is fine now), and like in Drawing, it's important to do warm-up exercises, so:

Yugi Moto:

Near the front of the classroom sat Yugi Moto, who was as close as someone could become to being one of those brightly colored plush animals you win at the carnival while still being human. He was technically five feet tall but at least six inches of that was a red-tinted black and splash of blonde hair whose vertical nature had stumped over a dozen barbers so far. His shoes, untied, dangled a few inches from the floor because the high school desk was sized for someone who had spent their puberty getting tall instead of getting shoved into lockers. Two notebooks open on his desk- one with paltry notes on the Teapot Dome Scandal they were supposed to be studying, the other, much more detailed containing notes about crad draw probablility curves and drawings of wizards. If he was going to study for the test, he'd recall more about the lecture by lookng at the second. The teacher called on him, and he looked up at her with a politely guiless expression that could easily be mistaken for a Customer Service Smile (TM), but something about the sustained eye contact and faint tilt of his head put more observant people in mind of something vaugely... carnivorous.

More Peeps under the Cut:

Joey Wheeler

Imagine if, in the Air Bud movies, the school had insisted that if the dog wanted to be a student athlete, that he be a student as well as an athlete, and attend classes. Imagine a Golden Retriver, seated awkwardly in one of those wretched plastic desk-chair combos, staring at a board of chemical formulas and trying, trying so hard in the desperate and earnest way that all working dogs try, to understand even a bit of what was happening, and you will have something very close to what it was like to sit next to Joey Wheeler. Right down to the blonde hair that got in your jacket and total inability to sit in a chair like a Normal Human. He consistently had one gangly leg thrown over the desk or propped up on his backpack, the other folded in an origami-like position under him. He counteracts his lack of academic comprehension with a soical genius any confidence man would murder to have. His smile is genuine and charming and sweet enough that you'll explain the pH scale slowly and with appropriately small words for him. He has never forgotten a single birthday of anyone he's ever met and is close to exceding the limit of possible contacts in his phone, so should the man ever end up in real trouble he absolutely knows who to call and how to get them to come fix this.

Téa Gardner:

Ballerinas are frequently described as birds in popular culture- graceful swans, delicate hummingbirds, beautiful as doves, and for some reason, docile and submissive, which is weird because all of those birds can and will beat the tar out of things eight and ten times thier size for merely looking at them funny. Téa also, was a ballerina that greatly resemebled a bird, and that bird was a cassowary. She had the magnificent calves and quads of a valkyrie, the eye of the Tiger and the the compettitive instincts of a stallion. All this, dressed in the most pastels-and-pinks-jellyroll-glitterpen-Bows- ribbons-and-ruffles-sixteen-layers-of-Bracelets-and-bangles-unapologetic-teenage-girlhood possible. She'll kick you apart and write about it with a pink glitter pen in her diary.

Tristan Taylor:

If you were to draw a Triange of Modern Former-Boy Adventuers with Fred Jones (earnest hubris and weirdly comprehensive engineering knowledge), Geralt of Rivia (Muscles, love of horses) and Tintin (Inventive hair, willingess to Shoot A Bitch) on each of the points, Tristan Taylor would be at the exact center. In any other show he'd be the protagonist, with his classically handsome good looks and ability to give clear directions in an emergency, but instead he lives in a world dictated by the whims of What's Funny rather than any kind of predictable physics and thus it is his destiny to cling to reality with white knuckles and occasionally hit it with a tire iron until it stops trying to steal people's souls or whatever bullshit is happening this week.

Bakura

Bakura looks like firstly, someone who gets into strange bargains with the fair folk, secondly, that he absolutely did at some point, thirdly, that the rule of the exchange was that he could have whatever it was but he would forever be described by a single adjective, and finally, that he is a little shit bastard and grabbed the word "ambiguity" from the fairy and ran off with it, and whatever the bonus prize was, cackling into the night. Is he a world-weary teenager or a babyfaced young man? Is he a He at all? Showing up to school in the boys uniform was very much a concious choice on his part- nobody would have doubted a thing if he'd shown up in a skirt instead. Is he holding onto that cursed artifact because he can't let anyone else deal with it in good conscience, or has he become friends with the thing inside? Are those fangs? Do you really want to know for sure?

Seto Kaiba

Seto Kaiba is a Theater Kid that was taken from his native habitat and raised in captivity, like how sometimes people think that it's fine to keep a tiger like a housecat. This is terrible for all parties involved- the tiger never gets proper nutirtion or enrichment activities and grows up gangly and full of nerves until it eventually turns on it's keeper and the headlines run on about the totally preventable tragedy, like they had not been featuring the tiger in reality the week before. Seto is all limbs and a glare that belies both contempt and terror, and an ostentatious trenchcoat to provide him cover the cage never did. He's out of the cage now but still all ribs and knobby joints and snarls and stalks where he doesn't knw how to smile or stroll. He'll grow into it, And that's a Threat.

#TPOFATGIF #The Power Of Friendship (And This Gun I Found!) #yugioh #fanfic #Seto Kaiba #yugi moto #joey wheeler #tea gardner #tristan taylor #Bakura

[leporellian]

was gonna type this out earlier but it is a Very Long Story but. here we go lads and girlies @sparrowsgarden @girldutch

before we begin trigger warning for uh. well a lot of things but child abuse, fatphobia, suicide, and other Fucked Up Shit because this is a WILD fucking ride. also know that i heard abt all this like 2 years ago so this might not be entirely accurate, but all the wild shit that happens is true trust me.

also trust me i learned all abt this from my beanie baby special interest i didn't go 'ohhhh shittt time to make myself deeply familiar with the life and times of ty warner, ceo of toy company ty inc' like it just happened like this and i remember it because it's insane.

under a read more because it's long as fuck. tldr: Everything Fucking Happens at Ty Inc and Businessmen Are Insane

so the first thing you need to know about the toy industry is that it is ruthless and fucked up as hell. a whole bunch of toy businessmen and salesmen work in the toy industry because they had a bad childhood or no childhood at all and are chasing that childhood through toys. very freudian, this way. ty warner, ceo of ty inc., is little different. he was abused by his mother all throughout childhood in horrendous conditions, which really threw a monkey wrench into his mental state. this part is not funny but i need you to understand ty warner is Not Alright before we get to the actual Ty Corporate History(TM), because everything goes off the fucking rails fast

RIGHT so ty warner. first off this man fucking lies about every aspect of his past. if you interview him- which is difficult because he's very secretive and hates being seen by the public (THIS IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER)- he'll spew some charlie and the chocolate factory style whimsy bullshit about how he got into the toy business, i forgot what it was but it's dumb so it do not matter. what actually happened was basically a combination of Normal Business Promotions and, if i remember right, a side of nepotism. eventually, ty warner manages to land a job peddling toys at dakin, which was a stuffed toy company that was very popular in the 80s.

ty warner eventually Fucking Hates dakin. why? not particularly because of the company itself (although iirc the company execs grinded his gears quite a bit), but because he hates their product. dakin's number one product seller was garfield plush, and ty warner sees licensed plush as 'selling out'. so, under the cover of being a dakin salesman, he makes his own company: ty inc., which obviously he names after himself because ty warner is only interested in the matters of himself. so this man. this clown. this mf starts SELLING HIS OWN COMPANY PRODUCT... WHILE AT HIS JOB AS A DAKIN SALESMAN. like HE THROWS THE DAKIN TOYS OUT OF HIS SELLER CASE AND STUFFS HIS OWN IN THERE. WILD.

obviously he gets fired for this, which i hope he anticipated because i have no idea how he thought that shit was going to work.

anyway it's the early 90s now and ty inc has established itself at toy fairs. toy fairs are another insane thing the toy industry does. all the top businessmen and companies set up booths at the toy fair, it's like a con for the toy industry. no kids are allowed ever. and then they all just play with each other's toys to test them. it's weird. anyway the ty inc booth becomes quickly notorious, but for the wrong reasons. see, ty warner is also obsessed with perfection and his own image (THIS IS ALSO IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER). he spends hours meticulously grooming the fur of his plush cats so they look just right, he spends hours meticulously arranging them to look as photogenic as possible. and if anyone he deemed ugly walked into his booth, or- god forbid- started touching his stock? HE WOULD CHASE THEM OUT. he especially loathed fat people, particularly fat women, and was known for making degrading comments about them right to their face. please believe me when i say the man would probably commit crimes against fat women if he could. he definitely drew attention though- and at toy fairs, there's no such thing as bad publicity.

eventually ty warner gets the idea to make small, floppy animals based on beanbag toys. he uses his girlfriend's daughters as test subjects, and eventually reveals them at the next toy fair he attends. they are mostly regarded as an odd folly- the toys are cheap, crude, and don't have the flashy things like batteries or gimmicks that other toys did. they also come in animals not usually seen as cuddly- a lobster, a killer whale, a moose. nine "beanie babies", as they are soon called, make their debut. among them is a platypus named patti- ty thought that platypuses were weird, grotesque creatures, and so named the beanie baby platypus after his ex. (she comes into the story later hold on.)

however, ty warner- while obviously Completely Bonkers- is a genius at salesmanship. i often describe the guy as a combination of bobby fischer and willy wonka- a genius but not one worth knowing. anyway, here's how beanie babies were sold and would continue to sell throughout the 90s. they were only distributed in mom-and-pop shops and other small stores. (hallmark, iirc, was the only Big Chain that was allowed to sell them.) there was little advertising. an allure had to be set up so word of mouth would catch on- and it did. in the suburbs of Chicago, warner's home city, kids started collecting the toys, making a trading system out of the ones that were more or less popular. the kids slowly lost interest, but the parents got involved fast- and that was where the 'craze' of beanie babies began.

(fun fact the craze started like... 15 minutes from my house lol. anyway.)

so now that interest is beginning to garner in this product, the ty company goes ahead and sets up a website. eventually the person who ran the website (and who also wrote most of the little poems that were eventually included in the toys' tags) got jailed for tax evasion or something idk a lot of people who were somehow involved in beanie babies went to jail eventually. news starts to report on beanie babies, and this is where shit picks up steam, because now the beanie babies are becoming a national phenomenon. so ty warner decides to expand ty inc. to another country, he chooses germany.

now GUESS WHO HE CALLS TO RUN TY DEUTSCHLAND because HOLY SHIT. IT'S PATTI, HIS EX GIRLFRIEND WHO HE DUNKED ON EARLIER. and SHE ACCEPTS, because everyone here is fucking insane, even though HE WAS CHEATING ON HER DURING THEIR RELATIONSHIP. anyway that part is nuts thought you would like to know.

anyway, remember ty's obsession with perfection? this extended to his beanie babies. if ty didn't like a design, he would 'retire' it and get rid of it. if he wanted to tweak it to 'achieve perfection' he would. hw would call up the factory that made them, scream at them to burn any remaining product and start from scratch, and that's how retired beanie babies became a thing. this created an incentive: beanie babies were a wanted item, and- at any moment, it seemed, due to warner's eccentricities and hair-trigger temper towards his own creations- they could disappear entirely. they were a rarity, it seemed. people start thinking beanie babies are an economic nest egg that they can 'invest' in. and so they start flipping the beanie babies on eBay for thousands of dollars. and ty warner is PISSED about this, because someone is making more money than him in this game, and that's not allowed. (even though by this point ty inc is making a much larger amount of money than literally anyone else on the toy market.)

eventually- even worse!- people start making meticulous counterfeits of beanie babies that were seen as particularly valuable. so ty warner takes it to court, suing left and right. at first one can kind of see his point, but eventually literally anything involving beanbags gets sued. i think he even sued a company that made beanie hats because they used the same word that his product was named and THATS not allowed apparently. (obviously not every case he sued was successful.)

also at this time i think he got back together with patti behind his current girlfriend's back and that went exactly as bad as you think it did.

meanwhile, ty inc. is really playing the a-game at corporate image. ty warner is terrified of being seen by the public, especially being seen as imperfect, so he can't go around tearing down their PR. they capitalize on the frenzy people had at the time. everything that happened got a beanie baby. there were holiday beanie babies. there were beanie babies modeled after kittens ty warner adopted (ty has an affinity for cats). there was a jerry garcia beanie baby, which was 100% unlicensed, which becomes very funny given how while that was being released ty warner was going apeshit suing everyone. when princess diana died, SHE got a beanie baby, which was supposedly "in her honor" and raised money for charity but really existed to fool the public into thinking that limited edition beanie babies were a thing and that any based on public events were rare. there was a mcdonalds tie in that led to people having brawls in the fast food restaurants.

ty inc. didn't care what happened to their fan base whatsoever. like there was at least one guy who was straight up MURDERED over beanie babies and ty inc.'s reaction was more or less 'lol wow i guess we have some jurisdiction in who lives and who dies'. people were going bankrupt 'investing'. and nobody at ty inc. cared. they worshipped ty warner like he was their God. and at the yearly corporate banquets, he'd pass out "Billionaire" bears- bears that. were just patting everyone on the back for making him rich, complete with his one signature. the real reward here was that the employees could then go flip the beanie babies for cash on eBay- ty warner didn't want anyone to do this but everyone did it anyway.

meanwhile, all of the other stuffed toy companies are IN the SHITTER because of ty inc., which was a small company outdoing them all. many went bankrupt. most notably, dakin- the little stuffed toy company ty got his start at- began to buckle from debt, which was only egged on by how ty inc had singlehandedly seemingly robbed the stuffed toy industry. a series of corporate acquisitions couldn't save them, and eventually, in the early 2000s, they will fall apart entirely when the ceo, being unable to take it any longer, kills himself in his office.

another thing about stuffed toy companies: they can't last long without a ceo. remember this.

eventually, however, ty inc goes sideways as people stop being interested in beanie babies. fads change, and new things, like furbies and pokemon, had grabbed the public's eye. ty inc starts losing profits fast, and ty warner GOES APESHIT. by this point, patti broke up with him again (i think they had a very weird on again off again thing going), so he's completely on his own managing this. and he HONKS it BAD because this bitch is scared of like. not being More Billionaire than he already is. so what he does is he says 'oh shit we're gonna retire all the beanie babies on the last day of the millennium because nobody loves us :( if you want them back please call us or email us and tell us what. a good company we are and how good our beanie babies are' like an abusive ex boyfriend threatening suicide. THEY EVEN RELEASED AN ALL BLACK BEAR CALLED 'THE END' IT WAS SO FUNNY. and NOBODY FELL FOR IT everyone was like 'well lmfao we know you wouldn't do that shut the fuck up'. and they DIDN'T do it because ty inc are COWARDS. i think they should have discontinued all beanie babies right then and there, not that i don't care abt some of the post-90s beanie babies i just think it would be funny as hell if they stopped because people didn't kiss ty warner's ass hard enough.

ANYWAY now ty inc is in free fall because nobody gives a shit about beanie babies anymore. and ty warner becomes desperate. so he partners with eBay and endorses people flipping his product (there's even an eBay bear). there's a MasterCard exclusive bear. there's all sorts of partnerships, there's public ads, he breaks every rule in the book that got beanie babies famous. funniest of all? the very first licensed beanie baby.... was of garfield... just like he had been dakin's top seller... which was THE WHOLE REASON TY INC STARTED IN THE FIRST PLSCE BECAUSE HE THOUGHT DAKIN WAS SELLING OUT BY MAKING GARFIELD SHIT, OH MY GODDDDD. some Shakespeare Tragedy Bullshit.

BUT IT GETS BETTER WE'RE NOT DONE YET. we need to talk about the ty warner goes to jail saga

SO in about like.... 2013? i wanna say? everyone figures out ty warner is evading taxes. which i mean no shit he's rich that's what rich people do. (he's like mega rich now bc he also runs all of the four seasons hotels, but that wasn't nearly as dramatic as the beanie baby shit so i didn't elaborate on that.) so THEY ARREST HIM. AND IT BECOMES A BIG NEWS STORY. BECAUSE EVERYONE IS LIKE 'ohhhhh shit that's the beanie babies guy'

so remember how ty warner is obsessed with his image and is terrified of being seen by the public? well :)

so now, the public knows he's a deeply flawed human being. they see pictures of him in court, and he looks like a washed-out has been who's face is more plastic than it is flesh. and everyone's dunking on him and shit. it's so funny. he is so terrified of everything now. he gets off with a light sentence (i thiiiink community service but i haven't checked lawl) but the real loss he gets- which terrifies him- is that public image and perfection he's always held dear. like you know in pink floyd's the wall where they're like "I SENTENCE YOU TO BE EXPOSED BEFORE YOUR PEERS- TEAR DOWN THE WALL" or whatever... LITCHERALLY THAT. LITCHERALLY

anyway. now ty inc is a washed out has been that keeps trying to chase what it once was. everything it once was was gone- save for ty warner, still the ceo, still the final decision on everything the company does. and he has no next of kin (he's dating some chick who's way younger than him iirc, and she's kind of leading him on which i think is very funny, but there's no kids or anything). he has nobody that he seems he wants to give the company to. his closest relative is his sister, who lives out west in the middle of nowhere courage the cowardly dog style. and he's getting quite old, although his plastic surgeries won't tell you that. and- as said above- stuffed toy companies often go haywire when their ceos are gone.

so what will happen, when ty is gone? only time will tell.

anyway if you read through this entire thing here's your gift: there's a ty stuffed animal based on donald trump

#LONG post #beanie babies #ask to tag