#SHES SO -RETTY AND STUFF

[boxwinebaddie]

"but stan has drunkenly texted kyle abt his ass so many times that i literally do not know how they did not enter into some sort of fwb situation" nINNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAA!!!!

LISTEN!!!! LISTEN!!!! I KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW

its so unserious like they are SO FRUITY!!!! like just as super best friends the amount of arm linking and hand holding and touching they do is like...DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT! and kyle is extrmeely touch repulsed so the fact that he lets stan be that close to him and actively enjoys it is....i was gonna call it nice...but lets call it what is is...tru LOVE baby!

i swear to god if i had no idea stan and kyle were just best friends and i saw them walking on the side walk linking pinkies, kyle fussing with stans clothes, stan playing with kyles hair, giglging and whispering shit in eachothers ear, wearing eachothers clothes i would be like...

wow...look at those lil gay boys go...they must really b in love

FRUIT SALAD YUMMY YUMMY!

like okay so i am writing this flashback for peppermint 12...also yes i know ive been retty radio silent on all my socials, my asks are piling up and my comms arent done but im in nanowrimo girl hell trying to put out two updates...also im on vacation and dealing with family stuff so im sorry if im lacking

BUT ANYWAYS...the flashback is cute here is a dialogue snippet

( idk if u guys like when i post unfinished spoiler alert dialogue or excerpts im working on...lmk if i do its my favorite thing )

LIKE???? HELLO???? theyre so dorky its literally painful for me like after i get my updates out ( maybe before idk ) im working on an ask with my favorite style hcs in it...AND LIKE ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS IS THAT THEY HAVE ALL THESE SECRET CODES AND INSIDE JOKES AND LANGUAGES AND SHIT NO ONE ELSE UNDERSTANDS!!! like the bad joke jar, hope you heal, stan calling kyle kp, doing that skin signing thing....gay......GAY!

but what i was getting at by bringing that up was that in the pep flashback, i was worried they were being too touchy bc i was so used to writing them Dating or in rm, but like...they really just...are that touchy and codependent even as best friends....unreal

like doing that hc meme i was eating an oreo and i was like....huh...u know i wonder how style feels abt oreos. which! style is pro-oreo!

oreos are actually VEGAN so thats!!!! very exciting for stan. headstannon is that stan believes food is the best chaser....insane. jail. like he just does a shot of vodka and eats an oreo...kyle is repulsed. also stan totally just pops oreos in his mouth and shit but kyle....everyone say hi to kyles high functioning autism...only likes the middle part of the oreo and does not like the mess of the cookie so...

sigh...guess what they do when they hang out

stan literally twists the cookie part off the top of the oreo and carefully scoops the middle part of the oreo into kyles mouth and...feeds it to him....and then eats the cookie part....

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK LIKE I NEED STANLEY MARSH STUDIED UNDER A MICROSCOPE BC HOW IS IT AT ALL PLATONIC TO LOVE UR FRIEND SO MUCH THAT U GIVE UP THE BEST PART OF THE OREO AND THEN LITERALLY FEED IT TO HIM LIKE HES LITERALLY ROYALTY???? LIKE STOP IT???

i just know kenny and cartman were like pack it UP gay boys!!!!!

ok...i had a point somewhere.

my point was that they were so flirty that im surprised they didnt end up in a fwb situation...

and honestly...chapter two of pep...haunts me everyday.

BECAUSE hooooo my god they were like oh no just a platonic tongue kiss with my friend...AT FIRST!!!! but like stan pUSHED HIM DOWN???? WHAT???? THE FUCK???? kyle was making the MMM sound??? like they just learned how to kiss with tongue but i swear to god if they did not get interrupted they were abt to learn A LOT ABT EACH OTHER WHEEW

like god bless wendy she is my girl but i swear if she fought the stanley marsh comphet a little harder ( i get it hes sensitive and pretty i would have comphet for stan ) and was just like actually stan i dont want to meet up and talk. i think we should stay friends...

AND DIDNT RING THE DOORBELL????

THERE WOULD BE FILFTHY NASTY DIRTY NASTY NASTY BOY THINGS HAPPENING IN STANS ROOM ON THAT DAY I GUARENTEEEEEEE IT OH MY GOD!

that would have probably led to a fwb tbh but i did not want to write the immense pain of them snekaing around and being like What Are We while stan ran back to wendy idk that sounded depressing so i just put them in peppermint hell instead

but also??? they were sixteen in that fb and i think while it would have been awkward if they hooked up and messy and they might have fought...STILL THEY WOULD PROBABLY BE DATING BY NOW SO WE KIND OF LOST!!! WHERE IS THE AU PEP WHERE THEY SMASHED IM TRYNA SEE THAT UNREALITY BABY!!!

okay im done but i seriously need a super cut of all the times stan has stared at kyles ass bc it would be the longest movie in the world...he be looking and like NOT RESPECTFULLY AT ALL...jail...jail

-uncle nina, ceo of style fruit salad

#idk what this is #i wanted to answer an ask #I LOVE WHEN YALL QUOTE THINGS I SAID BACK TO ME LIKE YES I DID SAY THAT I AM EMBARASSED #BUT IM RIGHT #like whether or not stan could figure out his romnatic feelings #that man was definitely attracted to kyle broflovski since middle school and deeply in denial and shame abt it #i cannot blame him

[moreofem]

lissen em! i came across your carmy stuff on accident and now you got me ova here screaming wtf but at the same time reading it again at 9 in the morning 😭. not sure if you’re taking requests but i need something with wholesome yet dom!carmy type shit. i got my little braids in and feeling myself all the way up! i just feel like carmy would have to coerce the reader to take a second to ensure self/care (since she got them braids in homegirl sty slumped not doing a damn thing that weekend 😭) even if he doesn’t do it himself. bwoy would legit do everhthing! drawing the bath and cleaning her, make her a meal + feeding her, and probably even massage/oil her scalp. the moaning she’d ensue aLONE from him providing her scalp some relief with those damn finger tips would legit have this man RETTY to put his hands, lips, abd entire body all on her. she’d have to remind him like “no, carmy my hair!” . no way this doesn’t allude to some seg cause it will in my own dreams 🫠❤️‍🔥. but her ass is so reluctant to move from the bed, making a fuss. he all y/n bring your ass here, or i’m dragging that sexy ass out. and he even is giving her THAT look with THOSE bulging eyes and THAT domineering tone 😫😭. em i can picture his hand on the damn frame of the doorway. send haLP 😭. tysm in advance! — 🥣.

#BRUUUHHHHH

[empresskaze]

For the most recent ask game: 7, 13, and 40, and A and B for any/everyone you feel like answering for?

7 What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Gabriel gets nostalgic when he plays certain songs on the piano that his mother taught him or watching movies she loved. It's bittersweet for him as he misses her a lot.

For Aiden it's going through his old fashion magazines he collected as a kid and still has some of them. Or anytime he and his sister get together and talk, she likes to bring up stuff Aiden did as a child. They enjoy it.

Liam has pictures of his dad but he doesn't like looking at them as it's still too painful for him. Melanie knows not to bring up their dad around him.

13 What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Oh I like this one.

Gabriel has a heather grey suit that Liam adores. Gabriel never really thinks about colors but he likes to collect different color bowties.

Aiden looks good in everything, the brighter the colors the better. His favorite is purple and yes he looks amazing.

Cecil only wears black/grey and he looks fantastic in it.

Barrett thinks he looks best in dark blue/navy and he does but Aiden swears Retty looks best in a standard black suit, simply cut perfect.

Ren wears a particular brown suit when he meets potenial clients and changes the ascot or tie color.

40 How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

I'd say all my OCs are aware of their flaws but a few like Noll don't feel the need to change them.

A) Why are you excited about this character?

I'll answer this for Gabriel since he's my fave. I created him specifically for me. All his traits either regular or fet are things I like. I tailored him for me. I love writing him so much because it makes me happy. But I am also happy that so many others like him as well and get excited when I write him.

B) What inspired you to create them?

Basically what I said above. I wanted someone specifically for my interests. When I started forming MC in my head I knew it would be 3rd person told through Liam so I made myself Liam so he could experience Gabriel how I would want to. I wanted someone sweet, kind, compassionate but also insecure and flawed. And I wanted Liam to fall in love with him very quickly.

Thanks myles!

#gay for the snz #kaze answers #info on my ocs #liam and gabriel

[carbootsoul]

erika+ephriam+lyon for ask game 👀? and a witch hat character of your choosing if you like as well :3v

omg clint you're spoiling me :) also this is mostly unrelated but i was listening to kat flint today and a) her music is so good thank u for introducing it to me years ago and b) VERY witch hat atelier vibes which was fun. im putting my answers under a cut bc i am sooo verbose about characters

eirika: a song that reminds me of them: this is just the first that came to mind but oh what a world by rufus wainwright! oh what a world my parents gave me / always traveling but not in love. the rly interesting mix of idealism and pragmatism that she embodies- both being in awe of and in love with the world and the people in it but also not hesitating to accept that they are in a war and the tragedies that come with it what they smell like: i think for most of the game she smells like sweat and dirt an otp: eirika and l'arachel is actually the best ship in the whole entire world they're sooo funny. they keep meeting and every time eirika is like ???? and l'arachel is just falling head over heels in love a notp: eirika and lyon romance honestly very textually relevant in the game and adds to the story and whatever but they're both so absolutely homosexual that i can't conceptualize it favorite platonic/familial relationships: eirika and ephraim 🥺🥺 but also eirika and seth he's such a good big brother figure!! but also eirika and colm and eirika and tana and eirika and lyon. it's like.. rag tag army as family.. a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: there are like two posts about her on tumblr dot com but her fire emblem heroes characterization makes me insane shut up about your brother shut up about your brother the position they sleep in: on her side one leg curled to her chest

ephraim a song that reminds me of them: omg lies by marina abt his relationship with lyon. you're too proud to say that you made a mistake / you're a coward till the end i really wish we had been able to see more of ephraims reaction to the true story of what happened with lyon, since he obviously forgives him but also seems to be angry about it and that's such a good dynamic. also oc can't let you go / i just want it to be perfect / to believe it's all been worth the fight. they make me... ugh what they smell like: he has also been living in tents for months so he probably also smells like horses and sweat an otp: ephraim and lyon do get to me... 🥺 also he and innes as a like teenage fling is hilarious to me they're so funny to each other i can't believe they don't have supports a notp: if i ever see another incest joke i'm killing someone favorite platonic/familial relationships: he and his sister are so good!! they're so siblings! a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: again i have never rly interacted with the fe fandom but something from canon i disagree with is the assignment of the sun to him and the moon to his sister he is so obviously the lunar twin im furious abt this the position they sleep in: absolutely sprawled out. he takes up as much space as is given to him

lyon a song that reminds me of them: ache with me by against me just happened to be playing rn but it's very him. do you share the same sense of defeat / have you realized all the things you'll never be / ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism / i've got no judgement for you / come on and ache with me. what they smell like: roses but in a fucked up revolutionary girl utena way like the roses symbolize something sinister an otp: lyon and ephraim.. admittedly lyon is kind of carrying why this ship is compelling with his tragic backstory but ephraim is such a boy so he's important too a notp: see eirika :/ favorite platonic/familial relationships: he and eirika and ephraim as a unit are so important to me they are so [unintelligible] a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: i haven't rly seen this much but i guess any tendency to soft-boy him bc of his character design like this guy sucks a lot and he has a lot of flaws that almost ended the world :/ the position they sleep in: hugging a pillow

and for the wha character.. agott bc she's so girl :) a song that reminds me of them: pretty little things by the crane wives! but trust is now something i make people earn / so i'm not inclined to just give it away / to a pair of blue eyes with some nice things to say what they smell like: grass in the best way possible! an otp: she and coco are SO !! im in love with them. sasunaru dynamic but better in every way. all the panels of coco hugging or complimenting agott and agott blushing furiously are the new wonders of the world. shipping kids in media always feels a little weird but i think they're a rly cute like first crush dynamic a notp: i dont think she's been shipped with anyone else lol favorite platonic/familial relationships: agott and olruggio are rly interesting to me! i've probably just drawn lines between them because they're both grumpy but i could definitely see agott becoming for coco what olruggio is for qifrey and i love when children are friends with their adult narrative foil it's about helping the younger generation overcome the things that they couldn't! it's also about olruggio being able to connect with agott because they're both grumpy :) a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: not a headcanon bc again the fandom is tiny but so much of her tag is ppl being mean to her about what she did in the second (?) volume like yeah that was mean but she's like 12! 12 year olds do fucked up stuff all the time they're still learning what interpersonal relationships are the position they sleep in: on her stomach clutching her pillow a crossover au i’d love to see them in: anything that would allow her to say swear words my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: the like single panel where tetia is getting mad at her about not liking wearing costumes and it shows her dressed as a prince! she looks so good

djskflj i feel like i wrote a novel about each of them and tbh i do not know if u will make any sense out of it but thank u for sending this it was super fun to think about them for a while!!!

#leo.ask #hope you're having a good day btw!!

[squishyteri]

Hemmy: Why the hell are moms always so condescending when teaching you how to cook? Like excuse me, I'm not 3 years old, I know the basic stuff, just tell me the order to do stuff and the ingredients, none of this: "so YoU nEeD tO bOiL tHe WaTeR bEfOrE yOu PuT tHe PaStA iN"

Maya: Is this about Retty?

Hemmy: ABSOLUTELY!

Karasu: Retty's a freaking hypocrite, I've seen what she does to eggs!

[wwwafflewrites]

Never Fear (The Winchesters Are Here)

Chemical Attraction

Dean flashed you a cheesy grin. "You did good out there tonight. Proud of you." His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, but he still seemed mostly sober.

He was checking out the group of women up at the front of the bar, who wore more revealing clothing than you dared.

You envied their confidence. Sometimes you wished you had the grit to do that stuff.

Dean didn't fake reluctance to leave you or Sam. He knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it. When he finished his drink, he made his move, leaving the table, and you and Sam with it.

The younger Winchester smiled at you awkwardly. You could tell he wanted to leave as well—he and some girl at the bar had been making googly eyes at each other since he walked in—but was conflicted on leaving you.

"Sam," you said impatiently. "That girl has been giving you the eyes since we walked in. And don't think I don't see you sending them back. If you don't get up now, I'll push you over there."

You were glad that women weren't assuming you and Sam—or Dean—were together; it made everything much less complicated. Both of the Winchesters were way out of your league. You were more likely the sister they never had.

He was a little surprised, and a little amused by your attitude. "Oh, really?"

"Don't test me," you joked.

He laughed, collecting his jacket and walking away.

Your deluding smile fell from your face once you were alone. Bars were usually their choice of festivity, but they mostly just made you uncomfortable.

You were now alone, as both of the boys hit on some chicks and snuck off to get laid. You were used to it. It wasn’t your ideal celebration, but if it made them happy, you'd bear it. You supposed they just assumed your interests matched theirs. Even if all you wanted to do was go home and sleep.

Anyway, the faster the Winchesters both left with broads, the faster you could leave. It was just that simple.

You sipped your whiskey that Dean had paid for. It was strong, and hard to swallow, but in small portions it was tolerable. You appreciated the gift, even if it wasn't your preferred drink. Dean had a big heart, and you wouldn’t ruin your sweet moments with him because you were feeling picky.

You let your mind wander to a darker place.

You were still coming to terms with hunter life. And from what you've gathered, it was cruel, unfair, and thankless.

The Winchesters didn’t sugarcoat it, either. Everything that society looked down upon—the suspiciously cult-ish tattoos, borderline or over-the-line alcoholism (a line you were uncertain where Dean fell), and cheap clothing with leather jackets—was a signature of a hunter’s life. Not to mention the trigger-happy hands, suspicious glares, and their off-putting, dark looks.

It opened your eyes.

That "gothic" girl you saw in your neighborhood? That might have looked like a satanic tattoo, but it was actually an anti-possession tattoo that she got because she was terrified of the demons that wanted to kill her. And those knives in her pocket and backpack? That was for her safety, and probably yours, too.

Or that shady alcoholic up the street? Werewolves brutally murdered his friends, and he has to live with the survivor's guilt. He drinks while obsessively researching how to hunt them down. Though he'll likely die of a failing liver before ever taking on the pack.

The point was…

Looks weren’t always transparent.

And, well, you were everything hunters weren't.

Your pain tolerance was pathetic, for one. Tattoos? Big nope. You hated all things needles, and despite tattoos looking cool, you liked to avoid pain, thanks.

Second, your wardrobe. As if that wasn't blatantly obvious.

And, last, you were a hopeless lightweight. A few shots and you were tipsy. Dean thought it was hilarious.

Still, you drank your whiskey, feeling guilty that you hated it.

You were tired. It was dark out, and you could already feel the whiskey in your system. You just wanted to go home.

So the last thing you expected that night was for a guy to hit on you. You, feeling unlike yourself—and very drunk—warily flirted back.

He was charming. Thing was, with your buzzing vision, all you noticed were his eyes and handsome smile. You didn’t notice the more important things, like, say… the roofies dissolving in your drink.

Too bad you hadn’t—because you wouldn't have let him breathe down your neck like he had been… or breathe at all, for that matter.

Your words slurred, and you leaned into him when he stood. "Hey, hey, h-hey, mister. Wheeere ya' goin' off to?"

You were smashed.

You didn’t feel too hot, either. You were practically dangling off his shoulders as he helped you from your chair, and your stomach churned. "I don' feel so guud…" you slurred, keeling over to vomit on the pavement. Huh. You were outside?

You made out two shapes that looked dubiously like him. Albeit one may have very well been a trash can. "Yeeuur kindouf prr...retty."

He snickered, though you weren't sure what was so funny. "Just let it sink in," he said. "It's okay, babe."

What was he talking about? You frowned, troubled. "Doe… don'ttt… calmeh that."

There was only a muddy sense of direction. You fizzled in and out of consciousness, and your memory escaped you.

You were completely at this man's mercy.

///

You woke up feeling like hell. The lights… the sounds…it was all too loud.

Your head felt like a crushed soda can. You turned—inch by inch—trying to get a view of the entire room, tied up—which, yeah, was a big red flag—and leaned awkwardly against the wall. When you finally saw behind you, you met the eyes of multiple other women in your same predicament.

The previous evening was a haze. Your mind was still catching up with the present, much less the past.

Something in the shadows of the room moved, and you watched as two figures loomed over an unconscious woman covered in dark, bloody bites around her neck and chest.

"Vamps," you spat. But it came more like "vamffptss" through your gag with a few lisp-y expletives.

They spun around, smiling to themselves. A vampire crouched down to your level, taunting you, "Ah, so there is more to her than a pretty face! Who would have known? Are you a hunter, babe?"

A memory clicked as he said that. You might say it rang a bell—an alarm bell, anyway—but you couldn't place it. His voice was bouncing around in your head and it was hard to focus.

"Sssgrew you."

He stood, gave you a smirk, and drove his foot into your abdomen. Hard.

"Wow. I mean, you were a little feisty at the bar, but I never would have envisioned you'd have so much kick." He winked at you, then turned back to his goonies. "Alright. Ship 'em. Mark the pretty ones. They'll be worth more."

You puffed, still recovering from the harsh blow, as a skinny redhead yanked you up by the ropes. He was watching you like one looks in a microwave at their meal.

You thrashed. It was a weak move, hardly knocking him back on his heels, but it was also a minor triumph.

Then said vampire punched your throat, and all smugness disappeared.

The lead vamp turned to see the commotion and erupted, "Are you kidding me? Christ—get the gag off her, will you?!" When the others looked at him in alarm and skepticism, he barked, "She’s no use to us dead! Do you want her suffocating?"

Carrot Top worked the gag from your aching jaw, and you just laid there, winded, like a dead dog.

The Lead Vamp grabbed the shirt collar of your redhead attacker. "Hey, maybe don't punch 'em in the throat next time. They're gonna squirm a little—it's what they do. So ignore it."

"Yessir'."

"Good. And, hey, guys—bag the ugly ones. I got a client for them."

You coughed, propping yourself up by the elbow. You were concerned. Am I ugly?

The redhead vamp kicked you down by your arm, hissing, "Not you. We got a special guy for you. Likes the fighters."

You were so tired and weak and helpless. Couldn't do anything but lay there. You could only watch as the other vamps manhandled poor, terrified women.

"Leeches," you said, earning you a foot to the face.

"Do yourself a favor and shut up."

It was hard to not comply. As your head lolled, you spat blood at his feet. You would not go down easy.

He hauled you up, and his punch cracked like a whip.

You stared at his bloody knuckles, feeling your own arms twitch. The ropes were loose. You wondered briefly if you could even run—

Another strike had your vision swimming with stars.

"Hey. I got a question—huff—" You said, taking the punches like a champ and distracting him. "Has anyone ever told you—uff—that you look like—guh—Strawberry Shortcake?"

The ropes worked off your wrists and when he swung, you ducked—or fell, more like—away from his swing. Breathless, you pulled yourself to your feet to run.

The adrenaline was really the only thing keeping you going. Thing was, adrenaline didn't give you accuracy, it just gave you strength. And little that strength was.

And, woah, was the ground spinning. You gagged as you watched the hallway sway. You were not in any shape to run, but you sure as hell tried to. You stumbled down the hallway, your knees giving out multiple times before you couldn’t pick yourself up again.

The vamp's yell echoed down the hallway. "You're not a hunter anymore, little lamb! You're the hunted!" It probably wouldn't take much for him to follow the sound of your hummingbird heart.

That was enough encouragement to get anyone on their toes. Even someone who was shaking like a leaf.

Whatever roofie they'd given you, it was enhanced. Everything was so hot and bright and loud. You wished the world could just be quiet. Your heart was beating so loud you could feel it in your teeth.

You clambered to the exit, reaching for the doors to push them open.

Just then, a hand pitched you backward, pulling down on your shoulder. You yelled out, petrified.

"It's me, it's just me," Dean whispered quickly, easing you through the door, around the corner, and to where Baby was parked.

Your heart was still jack hammering in your chest as he pulled you in for a hug. You were high as a kite on adrenaline.

"Been looking all over for you." The pitch in his voice was more stressed than usual. You were like a little sister to him.

You leaned into his embrace. It was warm and solid and safe. And it was exactly what you needed to ground yourself.

"He drugged me," you blurted. "He drugged me. I couldn’t—he just—"

He paled. "Did he touch you?" When you paused, his expression darkened. "I'll rip his lungs out. I'll kill every single one of them. I'll—"

"He didn't touch me," you interrupted. "Not like that." You rested your forehead against his chest.

"Thank god."

"But I think they would've." You practically melted as he smoothed your hair down. "They're human trafficking. Selling women as blood bags."

Dean turned to Sam, who was leaned up against the Impala, and nodded at him. Sam took that as his cue to go ahead without Dean. "I got Sammy on it right now. You sure you're alright?"

His arms around you were the only thing keeping you standing. "Just tired. And my head really hurts." Gunshots went off behind you, and you flinched. Your ears were still sensitive.

"Sounds like nothing a little sleep can't fix." Dean patted your back and opened the back of the Impala.

You crawled in and fell asleep before Dean could even pull out of the parking lot.

"Let's get you home," he breathed.

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[danganronpa-21]

Happy birthday to Makoto and koichi!!!

Happy Birthday to the boys!! Sorry that this is so darn late, Wednesdays are my long days at school. Plus, one of my poor pups had ear surgery today! He’s doing okay, but he’s very drugged up and sleepy. Therefore, he needs a lot of attention. Got the cone of shame and everything.

But yeah, BIRTHDAY! Seiko made them t-shirts and everything. Let’s do some birthday headcanons, shall we?

Makoto’s Birthday — 2020:

February 5th, 2020 brings a seemingly typical day for Makoto at first. As it’s a Wednesday, he’s still expected to drag his butt into work. He doesn’t even get to sleep in! Kyoko claims that they can pretend to be late because of “morning sickness”, but he doesn’t think anyone will believe it. She’s in her seventh month of pregnancy with their first, and fully intends to go to work with him. She’s much too stubborn to take maternity leave until she has to. At the very least she talks him into skipping a breakfast at home, as he’d have to be the one to cook it anyway. He later discovers that by the time he gets there, Aoi’s already baked some muffins for him and dropped off a cup of coffee — just the way he likes it! If that weren’t enough, some of his students left him gifts. One of his favourites is a small succulent in a hand-painted pot, which he cheerfully places by his window.

He assumes that maybe this is going to be the extent of his special day, but he’s wrong. When he goes to do his paperwork, he discovers that almost all of it has been done already. His meetings have been cut in half, and all because his friends took over some of his work! He’s overwhelmed with love, and makes sure to shoot them some thank you messages. He then does the rest of the work that’s left over, which holds him for just enough until Kyoko comes bursting into his office. She’s planned a picnic for his lunch. They eat together in the school’s gardens, chatting and cuddling. Kyoko can’t help but tell her husband how grateful she is for him, and how excited she is to be carrying his child. Makoto can’t help but laugh and tell her how lucky he feels to be the subject of her love.

The rest of his school day is spent in meetings and popping in and out of classrooms to chat with the students. When work ends, his friends drag him out for dinner, and then to the karaoke bar. They spend the night drinking, singing, and laughing until the late hours of the morning. Makoto, Yasuhiro, and Byakuya are mid-way through a trio song of “Hakujitsu” when they realize they should probably head out... as Kyoko and Toko had started to nap in the corner. To settle things down a bit, they pop into Aoi’s café — where they have a sweet birthday cake waiting for Makoto. He gets a cheerful singing of happy birthday, and all kinds of love and hugs from the people around him. They even prepared in advance and brought their gifts for him to the café!

Byakuya just straight up gifts him cash. He insists that he doesn’t know what to buy someone so painfully average, but everyone knows it’s because Makoto nearly had a heart attack at last year’s birthday gift. He really wasn’t expecting to get a car for his twenty-fifth, so for his twenty-sixth... Byakuya plays it safe. Toko and Komaru choose to collaborate on an adventure manga for him, in which he is depicted as a valiant hero saving people from despair (and inevitably winning the heart of his pretty detective boss in the process). Aoi puts together a collection of CDs for him, with every song he’s ever sung along to on it. It’s really hard not to cry when they put it on and hear Sayaka’s voice playing through the speakers. Yasuhiro opts to gift him a couple of free fortune tellings, before also passing along a brand new hoodie. Hiro says that he figures if he knew one thing, it was that Makoto loves comfortable clothing. So he thought it would be fun to pass along something he knew Makoto would use. As for Kyoko, well, she goes super romantic on her gift. It’s a huge notebook, filled to the brim with photographs and journal entries of all of the adventures they ever had together. She’s even notably added passages from her personal journals, in which she first begins to cite her feelings for him. At the end of the book, he finds the words “... and I can’t wait to have even more adventures with you”. 

Below this, is the ultrasound photo of their daughter.

Koichi’s Birthday - 2037:

Koichi has never really been someone who likes too much birthday attention. Most of the time he’s content to spend it with his family. Growing up, he’d usually take the day off school. Kyoko would take the day off work, and they’d go around doing whatever he wanted to do until the rest of the family got back from work and school. 

This year, he chooses to go to school. Not because he really wants to, but because he has friends who are desperate to see him for his birthday! So his dad wakes up that morning for school as always, with the two of them wishing each other a mutual happy birthday. He gets to eat a happy breakfast with his family, who is sure to shower him with love and affection. It seems like none of them can stop talking about how old he’s getting! Even Seiko’s going on about it, as if she’s not getting older herself. 

When Koichi comes to school, his friends are sure to greet him with as much as they can manage. Tamiko, Natsumi, and Phoenix have decked out his desk in balloons and confetti. They’ve each placed a little wrapped gift for him on his desk, and Tamiko even went ahead and made him a birthday cupcake. The three of them (embarrassingly) sing a rendition of happy birthday in front of everyone, and the whole time, Phoenix is happily snapping pictures. 

Unfortunately, he does have to spend much of his day in class because it’s still a school day, but at least his friends make it fun. For lunch, they decide to sneak out and go to a local restaurant. Being a technical yakuza heiress, Natsumi covers all of lunch and tells everyone to order whatever they want. Naturally, the group stuffs themselves full of tasty food before returning back to school. They slip back in mostly undetected... well, if being noticed by Aoi but not chided is considered “mostly undetected”. 

After school ends, Koichi goes to meet his parents as always. He’s surprised to discover that his father has gone out to pick up their birthday cakes, and that he intends to meet them at a surprise location... Which his mother is taking them to. After picking up Seiko from school, Kyoko takes all of her kids to the local arcade. They’re told that they can play as many games as they want for [retty much as long as they want. The kids all decide to team up in an attempt to win a huge purple teddy bear, just for the fun of it. Seiko kicks everyone’s butts at whack-a-mole (including Makoto’s, when he shows up), Hope absolutely destroys at Dance Dance Revolution, Kyoko shoots a decent amount of hoops, Makoto is able to stop on just the right spot at the prize wheel multiple times, and Koichi has nothing but victory at the ski ball machine. They manage more tickets than they ever thought possible, and of course managed to nab the teddy bear. They decide it should be kept in Seiko’s room, given that she’s the kind of person who could probably find space for something like that.

When they return home, Hope and Seiko challenge their brother to play a quick game of basketball outside while Makoto prepares dinner. Being the most athletic of the three, naturally, Koichi beats his sisters into the ground. But they get a lot of good laughs out of it, and they end off the match with Hope having slung Koichi over her shoulder and walking him back into the house for dinner. Dinner is Oyakodon, paired alongside some homemade gyoza. Despite having had a big lunch, Koichi eats something like three helpings, which his family teases him about. “The older he gets, the more he eats! He’s gearing up for that big growth spurt!”

For dessert, they of course, have two birthday cakes. One of them is Makoto’s, and the other Koichi’s, and each of the boys gets their own rendition of happy birthday. Makoto’s birthday cake is a vanilla-flavoured cake, whereas Koichi’s is a strawberry ice cream cake. They take turns pretending to blow at each other’s candles, just to mess around. It makes for some great pictures. Everyone tries to have small slices of each cake, so they can enjoy it. The only people who get big pieces are of course, the birthday boys. And when cake is done, they follow it with presents. Being the younger one of the two, Koichi gets to go first.

From his parents, he gets a new video game. One that he’d been saving his allowance for for a long time, I might add. He’s ecstatic! He’s sure to thank his parents several times, especially considering that they’d complained about how pricey it was. Seiko’s birthday gift to him comes with a card she made herself, decorated with as many happy penguins as she could fit onto the page. They’re his absolute favourite animal, after all! The gift she ends up giving him is a set of different tea flavours for him to try -- most of them being far off from the kinds you can find in stores. She also throws in a little plushie penguin that Kyoko and Hope helped her sew. Truthfully, it’s not really pretty, but Koichi loves it. He promises to treasure it, before tearing into Hope’s gift. She’s managed to get him a brand new stack of novels, ones from authors she knows he admires. She confesses that she sort of raided his room to figure out which authors were his favourite. 

They watch Makoto open his gifts next. He receives about what you’d expect for a man his age. Hope gifts him a whole bunch of new yarn to knit with, as well as some of his favourite candy. Seiko gives him a clay sunflower she made at school in her art class, as sunflowers are his favourite flower. Koichi gifts him a set of headphones that have become popular in the past year or so, figuring he will make use of them while he’s working or trying to sleep. Kyoko gives her husband her gift in the form of kisses... as well as multiple picture frames that contain photos of their family. Notably, even the older pictures of his parents that she found are added. 

All in all, the boys have a great day.

#danganronpa #makoto naegi #koichi naegi-kirigiri #naegiri #Naegi Makoto

[dragonastra]

1-100 on the DnD questions, for Deah >:3

Wow you're sure as hell fishing to kill me huh xD

I'll answer these under a read more cuz FUCK. I'll also try to keep it spoiler free -- I may mention stuff that hasn't come up in game but it would be stuff that might not ever come up explicitly anyway. Everything else has either been said or can be gleaned.

If your character wasn’t an adventurer, what livelihood would they lead Probably what she had been doing -- being a pirate

Who in the party would your character trust the most with their life Probably Maddie and/or Gael. Maddie is a divine soul sorcerer and probably the one Deah is closest to. Gael is our barbarian/paladin who is probably the emotional backbone of the group? He is very earnest and genuine, and also hits like a brick house.

What are your character’s core moral beliefs? [Brushes off notes I made like a year ago] Promises must be kept, and debts one day fulfilled. Clean up the messes you made. Family is more important than self. Survival means not letting the past define you. (Not all morals but those are her ideals)

What relationship does your character have with their parents and siblings? She has a twin brother, whom she would die for. Their relationship used to be solid, but theyve currently broken apart somewhat due to lies and building tension, and the brother needing to go his own way. She is still very broken up about it. Her parents are both dead, and she has not spoken of much closeness there, but describes them as "they tried their best." Her pirate captain was basically a surrogate father for her teenage years and onward until their separation, and she... misses him.

Does your character have any biases for or against certain races? Not really. She probably doesnt trust ratfolk based on where she grew up, but beyond that? If you're good, you're good.

What is your character’s opinion on nobility? On authority? (: fuck em. She is... shall we say... less inclined to help rich people.

Describe your character’s current appearance: clothes, armor, scars they’ve picked up along the journey, etc. She's grown out her undercut so she has an asymmetrical style, one side of her head buzzed. She is still wearing her bright red pirate coat, but now wears a dark brown vest with purple accents underneath, as well as a long black sleeve to cover magical scars she received when she accepted a warlock pact with the hunter god. Also covering her scars is a gauntlet made by Maddie, so that they can't be detected by Detect Good and Evil and such.

What location encountered in the campaign has your character felt the most “at home” in, or just generally liked the most? Sometimes she still thinks about that nap she had on the beach at a random island they had stopped at to restock on food.

What deity, if any, does your character worship? What’s their opinion on other people’s worship? As i mentioned, she has a pact with the hunter god, Erastil. She does not worship him. In fact, she rather doesnt like gods much. She doesnt really understand other worshippers, but if they're not hurting anyone with it she doesn't really care. Their worship doesnt affect her.

If your character had time to pick up any artisan’s tools, game set, instrument, etc., what would it be? Let's get this binch some navigator's tools finally!

Describe your character’s current relationship with the player character sitting to your right. We are entirely online so we don't really have table seating. Based on the order of our nicknames in discord though, that would be... Haru, our new kitsune Oracle who joined us to fill a gap while some other players went on hiatus. Deah is uncertain about him, and she is generally pretty wary about strangers in her party, but he is useful. Their relationship is not deep by any means tbh.

What is your character’s current goal, summed up in one sentence? Stop the lord of the sea, and stop Aleksander.

Does your character ever want to “settle down” with a spouse, children, house, etc.? ;) you'll have to ask her

Has your character ever been in love? Before the campaign, certainly not. She's hella ace, and doesn't open up easily, so she's got some confusing feelings right now for Maddie ;)

What battle in the campaign has been most memorable to your character The battle against Tokt, since this was the battle that she was able to help save a person from being possessed by a demon -- something she figured out beforehand and convinced her team about.

If your character wasn’t whatever class they are, what would they be instead? I mean... probably a fighter???? Or maybe a full warlock, if she was desperate enough.

What is your character’s favorite season? Probably the fall? Sailing is usually good during that time, plus the harvest is coming in on land, so there's a lot of fresh food.

What would your character’s Zodiac sign be, following stereotypical astrology? She would be an Aries based on her birthday! Our homebrew world just uses "Season Day" as time markers, with 90 days each season. She was born on Spring 12, which would translate to the first week of April.

Where in the world does your character most want to visit? She's been all over as an adventurer and a sailor. The place she'd like to visit the most is one she doesn't know about -- somewhere important to her old captain.

What is the biggest mistake your character has ever made? Deah would maybe even say joining the pirates. It was the happiest she'd ever been, but it led her brother to a path he regrets and feels pain over, and she feels a... bit guilty about that.

Does your character have any noticeable scars? If so, what are their stories? The only scars she has are from her pact to Erastil. She hides them, though. She's not ashamed of them, but she likes to keep them to herself... she's private like that.

What animal best represents your character? I always liken her to a hawk, especially a sea hawk. In some ways she’s like a cobra or a porcupine too -- kind of hard to get close to!

If your character could go back in time and change one thing about their life, what would it be? 😬

Which other player character does your character find themselves having the most in common with? I don't know about most in common, really, but she gets along easiest with Ro, our halfling. Their banter is 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻. Honestly though? She probably has the most in common with Mercy, our tiefling fighter/paladin.

Does your character regret any particular choice the party has made? She probably regrets the party not staying behind in a certain town after a powerful enemy escaped. They thought the immediate threat had been dealt with and that another team from their guild could keep watch over the town, but then that team got surprised by an undead and two of them died. She feels at least partially responsible for that.

What would your character say their best trait would be? Her ability to perceive and track things. She has the observant feat plus the invocation that lets her see through even magical darkness!

What is your character’s greatest fear? Deep, irrational? Being abandoned.

What is currently motivating your character to stay with the party? No where else to go, really. Like, sure, she likes at least most of them and they've been through a lot!!! And she DOES you know, feel like this is a stable job, and she does feel good helping people. But... she really does have no where else to go. :(

What are your character’s hobbies and interests outside of their class? She does enjoy reading, though she's a little slow. Her favorite books are detective/mystery novels! She also sometimes likes to practice magic tricks (like... sleight of hand stuff). And technically this isnt outside of her class, but she really does enjoy training. Let's her burn off steam.

What would most people think when they first see your character? Pretty little waif, but that resting bitch face looks like she will cut me of I even say hello (this is by design).

What stereotypical group role does your character play in the party? (The Mom, the Mess, the Comic Relief, etc. Optionally: What role would your character play in the “Five Man Band” structure?) [Googles five man band] probably Lancer. Initially she wanted to be the Leader type but with the group dynamics and her own insecurities and issues, that isnt really truly possible for her. But she still tries to lead...

What is your character the most insecure about? :)

What person does your character admire most? Her old ship captain. Her DEAD ship captain :(

What does your character admire and dislike the most about the player character sitting to your left? She admires maddie's strength and kindness (and to a degree, innocence). Maddie's cooking skills. Maddie's family. She dislikes how nervous/anxious and possibly depressed Maddie can get :c

Why is your character’s lowest stat their lowest (the in-character reason, not “because there’s no reason for a wizard to have 16 strength, duh”)? Her lowest stat is strength, and her second lowest is constitution. This is because she grew up poor, and was at times starving and definitely malnourished. Once she was om the pirate ship, she was regularly fed though.

What would be your character’s theme song/favorite band/favorite genre of music? I've been saying if she was in modern time, her favorite band would be Florence and the Machine. There's just something about the Florence sound that speaks to her. She'd definitely be into that kind of music, plus some heavier stuff leaning more towards metal or symphonic metal...

What stereotypical role would your character play in a high school AU/if they attended a normal high school? (Nerd, jock, bully, goth, etc.) She's got the soul of a goth but the hobbies of a jock (in our team's college AU she's totally on the fencing and sailing teams). When I've drawn her in modern day she is usually wearing athleisure (capris leggings, loose tank top, sports bra, e.g.) but also it's mostly dark colors. She's Joth.

What treasure/item/artifact that your character has collected during the adventure is the most important to them? Toby :) just kidding, the pseudodragon isn't an item!!! Specifically collected during the adventure, probably her force blade. Her brother had found it, but had given it to her, near the beginning of the adventure.

Is there any particular weapon, item, etc. that your character longs to find? She's not really looking out for items, no.

Where does your character feel the most at home? On the beach, on the ship. Specific locations to call home, she does finally feel like she has a stable place to call home in the patty's estate.

Does your character care about how they’re perceived by others? How do they change themselves to fit in with other people? She's worn disguises and fake names before, but that's mostly to protect herself during her pirate years. She doesn't care a whole lot, but she does want to appear somewhat intimidating so that unsavoury people won't approach her LMAO. But she also wants to be seen as nice by children and poor folk, so she does soften a bit when they're around.

What does your character think is the true meaning of life? Happiness. Safety. Survival. Family/community.

What is your character’s scent? (Bonus points for a description that sounds like it could be from a bad [or awesome] fanfic.) She's always got a slight scent of salt on her, reminding you just a bit of the sea. For herself, she prefers to just smell... clean, so there's a fresher floral scent lingering...

Does your character think more with their heart or their brain? She tries to think more with her brain but sometimes the bottled up emotions get to be a bit much.

What is your character’s most recent or frequent nightmare? BEING. ABANDONED.

What opinion does your character have on [CERTAIN ESTABLISHED GROUPS/AUTHORITIES IN THE GAME WORLD]? (Dragonmarked Houses, royal crown, etc.) She hates (most) rich people and used to be a pirate, so you can kind of figure it out.

How did your character spend their childhood? Where did they grow up/who were their childhood friends? :(

What aspect of your character’s future are they most curious about? (If they could know one thing about the future, what would it be?) I dunno man she is just taking things one step at a time.

What colors are associated with your character? Red is her primary color. She also uses blacks/dark grays and a light purple as an accent. She's using more brown now tho to represent her connection to the hunter god.

Who in the party would your character prioritize rescuing, in dire circumstances? Maddie always. Then Ro. Then Gael. Haru would probably be up there because he is squishy and also mostly blind.

Is your character the most swayed by ethos, pathos, or logos? A mix of pathos and logos is most effective on Deah. Logos probably most of all, but there are pathos buttons that hold away above all that... if you know which buttons to press.

If your character was granted a single use of Wish, what would they use it for? Currently? To bring back her pirate captain. She knows its selfish but...

What is your character’s favorite spell? If they don’t use spells: what is their favorite personal weapon/combat maneuver/skill/etc.? Her favorite spell is stab with rapier.

How does your character feel about keeping secrets from the rest of the party? She keeps secrets pretty regularly! Basically if the party needs to know, then the secret should be shared. But if it doesnt really affect the group or something important, and the person doesnt want to share, then go ahead and keep the secret.

What type of creature in the world is your character the most intrigued by? Dragons probably, at this point. Definitely an influence by me the player, haha, but it's buoyed by an early meeting with a particular dragon that sparked her interest.

When they were a child, what did your character want to be, or think they were going to be, when they grew up?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ she didnt have life plans as a kid. She just wanted her and her brother to live.

The player character to your left admits that they’re passionately in love with your character. How would your character respond? That's already happened LMAO. Deah didnt know how to react so her brain blur screened and she ran away from the situation for a bit.

If somebody (an NPC, someone from their backstory, etc.) your character trusts/loves asked your character to do something against the party’s best interest, who would they side with? If it only involved herself, Deah would probably go do it. But if it was a huge net loss for the group, she wouldn't, if that makes sense? It's hard to make sweeping statements like that.

Does your character value their own best interest more than the party’s? She values her own interest for sure, but she would prioritize the party's if one meant dunking on the other. She knows what it's like to sail with a tight knit crew; sometimes you sacrifice to make the group as a whole better/happier.

What decision would the party have to make in order for your character to consider splitting off from the group? Oh gosh, uh.... I mean, if they decide to help her enemies (not likely to happen, there are a couple shared ones). If they don't let her do something she REALLY wants... I can't really think of anything specific.

How does your character imagine the way they will die? Tragically. 

What is your character’s greatest achievement? Taming her pseudodragon ;w;

Is your character willing to risk the well-being of others in order to achieve their goal? Hmm... not to a certain degree. Eh, probably not. She only really wants to risk herself, not others. Risking others doesn't give them the choice.

What is your character’s opinion on killing others? She does it all the time!! But if they're defenseless or not fighting back, she won't.

What is your character’s favorite food? Beverage? She really loves fresh baked bread!! As for beverage, uh.... I guess she'd like water with like, something fruity mixed in???

How generous is your character? Especially to those they don’t know? To the poor and to kids? Very. Also, recently, she gave all of the money she got from a quest to a townsperson to help them rebuild their city a bit (secretly of course. Not even her team knows she did that, though maybe some of them suspect hahaha)

What is your character the most envious about, regarding anyone in the party? Once again... probably most envious of Maddie!! She comes up a lot doesn't she ;P

The player character to your left and the player character to your right are both telling your character two different versions of the truth. Who does your character believe? Maddie vs Haru? Shed probably lean towards Maddie :p

What is your character’s sexuality/relationship with sex? I've described Deah as Panromantic Asexual. She is rather sex averse and has difficulty pinpointing romantic feelings as well, being rather prickly at times.

What is your character’s biggest pet peeve? When people try to dig into something she doesn't want to share at the moment.

Describe how your character feels about the party’s current situation/objective/etc. The current objective/situation involves her backstory, so you'll see soon ;)

Who in the party would your character trust the most to keep an important secret? Maddie of course! She trusts Gael, but not with secrets. Similarly, she trusts Mercy to hold an oath to the best of her ability, but not if a secret comes up -- same with Rudi. Ro does what she wants LMAO and she isnt telling Haru anything personal atm.

If your character knew that they were going to die in a month, how would they spend the rest of their life? I dont want to think about that question and neither does Deah

What makes your character feel safe? Having her weapons. Having her pact/her pact scars.

If your character had the chance to rename the party/give the party a name, no questions asked, what would it be? Nah, she likes Fortune's Blades

What memory does your character want to forget the most? Cal leaving. It's probably her most painful memory.

If your character had to multiclass into a class they currently aren’t the next time they level up, what would it be and what reason would they have for doing so? She's already multi classed and her reasons for becoming a warlock are kind of muddied. She explained them initially but maaaaybe wasn't 100% truthful. If she had to pick a third, probably uh.... fighter?????

What television/book/video game/etc. character would your character be best friends with? (Or: what media character is your character the most influenced by/similar to?) I would HOPE she would be friends with Elizabeth Swan (: but idk lol

What unusual talents does your character possess? Sharp senses and magic tricks.

How does your character feel about receiving/giving orders? Are they more of a leader, or a follower? It's rather situational. She tries to be a leader type, but she also realizes she's not at the top of the leader chain (and, with her party, at times different people take the head, so it's almost more consult-y like).

What does your character’s name represent to them? (Or: why as a player did you choose your character’s name?) The player of Cal, her brother, chose his name first from a generator. I like to construct my names sometimes from different name elements, so I made hers to match the sound of her twin's (that is, make it sound like it came from the same language). Her name is constructed of "Feld-" (field) and "-Deah" (dye) so her first name translates roughly to "field of dye." Her original last name is Shearwater, which is a real life sea bird but also follows the traditional elven naming convention (their dad was an elf). She never felt much of an attachment to her last name. She recently changed her last name to Blackheart, which was the moniker of her captain.

Is your character more of an introvert, or an extrovert? Introvert for sure

How far is your character willing to go to pursue the “greater good”? Do they believe in a greater good at all? She would go as far as she needs to, but would never force others to make that same decision.

What does your character want to be remembered by? At one point she thought she would eventually be a famous pirate captain. But mostly I think she just wants to be remembered by those who love her and by those she helped...

What would be your character’s major in college? Fuck, uh... I had discussed this before.... I think I made her pre-law??? Math major???

Does your character consider themselves a hero, villain, or something else? Something else. She doesn't really care about that, she's just Being.

What major arcana tarot card best represents your character? I believe last it was discussed I had picked the Chariot for her.

Where does your character see themselves in 20 years? If not dead from adventuring, then settled somewhere nice, hopefully...

What is your character’s relationship with magic? Are they scared of it, wish to know more about it, indifferent to it? For a long time she was the Sokka of the group, the only non-magic user. Then she got her pact. She's still kind of awkward about it, and at times really doesn't like magic, but she sees it as a tool. A means to an end.

Who is your character’s biggest rival? Rival?????? I guess Morrigan tbh??? Cuz a rival isn't an enemy, and she had a thing going with Morrigan (her player is on hiatus tho). In some ways she rivals Mercy too. A dance of similarities and differences.

What is your character’s guiltiest pleasure? Fine, beautiful dresses. She doesn't own any, because it's a waste of money, but.... she wants them. Secretly.

What does your character hope for the afterlife? Peace and rest.

Who in the party does your character trust the least? Haru, currently, simply by virtue of being new.

What is your character’s biggest flaw? BIGGEST flaw???? Uhhhmmm..... Her secrecy probably. Her tendency to run away from really big, painful problems, to bottle up her emotions around that until everything just gets worse.

How did your character learn the languages that they speak? Common, prucrician and Elvish she learned just growing up. Deep, she just... mysteriously knows. Doesn't know why she can speak it. Draconic she learned at first from Rudi, and then from a dragonborn NPC to finish her lessons during a timeskip.

What is your character’s favorite school of magic/type of weaponry? Rapier

What is most important to your character: health, wealth, or happiness? Why must she choose? Wealth, because that brings health and happiness in her eyes. (Because money buys food and when you have food.....)

What advice would your character give to a younger version of themselves? I know it's hard, but open up more. You don't have to keep it to yourself to protect others. Your brother can be your friend as well... you don't have to just keep holding yourself back for your friends and family.

Are there any social or political issues your character feels strongly about? She doesn't feel super strongly about politics, having been a pirate. She feels strongly about protecting children and poor though, as I've mentioned.

What, currently, is your character the most curious about? The afterlife. Erastil, but specifically just that one god. Her ship captain.

#dnd #dicefunctional #deah shearwater

[demonsofhunting]

"All My Sins"- Chapter 1

Pairing: priest!Cas x demon!Dean

Summary: Father Castiel Novak has been fallen for Dean Winchester the moment he first laid eyes on him. This is how their story began...and how it came to their first meeting.

Warnings: fluff, flirting, Dean being...pretty sure about what he wants, they're making out in a church...? XD

Words: about 1800

A/N: There you go. I'm so excited for this series to start aahhhh. The idea had been haunting me for months now, and it feels like I already sold my soul to this story! XD I hope I'm not going to hell for writing this...

Well, I hope you'll like it! Enjoy! <3

"Damn it, Dean," Castiel chuckles, his hand buried in the other's hair. Dean's hands are curled around the priest's waist, their faces are only a few inches apart from each other. Castiel feels Dean's breath on his skin, loses himself in those big, deep green eyes.

These damn freckles on the cheeks, the soft lips and - God! - those long eyelashes. Castiel knews that he has already fallen for the other man.

Deeply.

Endlessly.

But he also know that this can't be.

It just can't.

Dean smirks, looking like he just knows what he does to the other. He tilts his head, his tongue is running over his lips.

Cas tries to fight against the excited feeling that rumors inside him. He breathes, heavily.

And then Dean kisses him, roughly and passionately. Cas can't help but kiss back, he can feel Dean's body pressing him against the wall, full of desire.

He's kinda surprised as Dean hesitates after a few heartbeats. His gaze is meeting Castiel's, his lips forming a smile.

"Doesn't look to me like you don't want it, Cas," he mutters, quietly. The other blinks.

"You know what I mean, Dean. We can't do this," he says, shaking his head.

Dean frowns. "What do you mean?" he asks, "Well, if you're referring to us making out in the church - Yeah, obviously, we can."

Castiel cocks his head, looking around like he notices their environment for the first time. Yes, obviously.

They're in an empty church, his back pressed to one of the stone walls next to the altar.

He sighs.

This wasn't supposed to happen. None of it.

But here they are. Dear lord, at least the building is empty at the moment.

Okay, but that's nothing special around midnight.

"Cas. Talk to me," Dean says, a worried expression on his face. Cas looks at him, his heart already filling with warmth again. He strokes over Dean's cheek, gently.

"Oh Dean," he sighs, "I wish I could stop falling in love with you, over and over again."

Dean looks up to him, still holding him like he's the most precious thing on the planet. His eyes are soft and full of love as he answers: "I know. But you can't. And I feel just the same for you." He smiles. It's a sad, hopeless smile.

"We're gonna be damned," he determines.

Castiel nods, his head resting on the other's shoulder. "Yeah. We are," he confirms, closing his eyes.

.................................................................................

[ A few months before ]

The first time Castiel saw him, he just couldn't believe it. That's it, he thought, That's what angels must look like.

To that time, he was new in town, the old priest - who happened to be his father - was passed away recently, and he, a young man who seems to have stepped right in his father's footsteps without knowing, was asked to take the job in the local chruch.

It wasn't a big deal to move into town.

It definitely wasn't.

At home, Castiel had nothing he would miss - he lived in a small village, lonely and without any other relatives.

His mother died at his birth, his father - a total asshole - left him alone right after that. In fact, Cas didn't even knew that he had one. Well...until he got a letter with his name on it, in which he read that his father had passed away a couple of days ago, who strangely happened to be a priest too.

Great. Cas was sure that things were going to be awesome.

And they did.

It was a rainy day. The sky was full of clouds and fog was crawling through the streets. Castiel got up early like he does every day, getting ready and finally making his way over to the church.

He was freezing, a cold wind was tugging on his clothes and sweeping through his hair.

He shivered as he finally opened the old, wooden door with a creak, stepping in, carefully.

It was beautiful to be at church early in the morning, Castiel found. It had something magical to watch the first rays of the sun crawling through the big, colourful windows.

It was always pretty quiet too. The only thing you could hear were the sounds of Castiel's boots on the blank floor as he made his way to the altar.

He breathed in, deeply.

It was only one hour until the bells would begin to ring and the people would come to mass.

C'mon, Castiel. You can do this.

He nodded, preparing himself for what was going to come. Then he walked away, ready to get himself dressed for the mass.

A couple of minutes later, he should encounter his fate. A fate, looking as retty and delicious as an angel.

Castiel saw him right the moment he took his place behind the altar. His gaze was flowing over the people who were sitting on the benches, eyes on him. He noticed a couple of familiar faces, new neighbours and stuff. And then Cas' heart skipped a beat as his gaze lay on him.

He was sitting in the fifth row, looking almost incredibly bored. It was a young man, problably just in his early twenties. He was wearing an old leather jacket, one arm lying over the backrest of the bench, relaxed. His hair had the colour of toasted almond mixed with honey, his lineaments were soft and absolutely pretty. His jaw clenched as he raised his head a little bit, green eyes were searching for something interesting to look at.

Castiel forgot how to breathe. It seemed like the universe suddenly stopped moving. And suddenly, those green eyes met his. It was just a brief moment, but it changed everything as the young man's lips curled into a cocky smirk while he raised an eyebrow.

Cas swallowed, his heart was beating like it wants to jump out of his chest.

Somebody cleared his throat, firmly.

Castiel blinked, suddenly aware of all the other people being present.

What the heaven just happened?!

He shook his head, looking down. He could feel his cheeks going read as he cleared his throat. Castiel balled his fists as he began the mass.

After church, he did his best to pretend that his little black out didn't happen. He shook hands, smiled politely, and listened to some people who had the need to talk. But deep in the back of his mind he still had the strange feeling of those intense green eyes looking right into his soul. So it came that he almost jumped out of his skin as a hand tugged him on his shoulder, carefully.

"Father Novak?" an old, female voice asks.

He winced and turned around, looking right at an old woman with thoughtful eyes. She Smiley it. Castiel did his best to return that. They shook hands, the woman even laid her other hand on top of his.

"That was such a beautiful mass!" she said with a sigh, "Even more beautiful than Chuck's ever was. Thank you so much for that, father!"

Cas swallowed, he felt like he was close to puking right now. He forced a smile, and answered: "I'm glad you liked it, ma'am." Her eyes were full of pure joy as she grinned at his kind words. With a small farewell she followed the other people who were making their way out of the church, walking right in the upcoming rain.

Cas sighed in relief, his hand running through his hair, nervously.

He turned around and -

Oh God.

He was right in front of him, standing just as comfortable as if this church was built just for him. Eyes in a dark forest green looked up and down at Castiel, judging the other. The priest shifted, uncomfortably.

What is this strange feeling?

Lust? I hope not.

"Nice mass," the man said, stepping closer. His voice was deep and soft. He reached out his hand, and Cas grabbed it, still stunned. In this moment he lost himself completely on the other's presence. Finally he could take a closer look. There were freckles, oh so many freckles on the young man's cheeks. He wore jewellery as well, rings on his long, beautiful fingers, and a necklace with an armulet that laid lose on his chest. And he had the most kissable lips Cas had ever seen.

Dear Lord, have mercy.

"Thank you," he stuttered, His voice only a small rasp. The man smirked.

"Usually, I'm not the guy that goes to church, ya know? I'm a little..." He thought about it for a heartbeat, tilting his head.

"Twisted, yes. That's it," he continued eventually, a wide smile on his lips, "But damn it! If anybody said me that our priest is that hot, I would be praying every night. On my knees, if you know what I mean." He whistled, winking.

Castiel could feel his cheeks turn red.

These are not exactly the words you're used to hear at church. Who is this guy?

He wanted to tell the other that this move has been everything but polite, and that he should wipe that cocky look from his face and step out of this building -

But he couldn't.

All he could manage to say was a broken: "I'm sorry? I - "

"Don't worry about it, buddy," the guy said, patting his shoulder, softly, "In fact, I'm here 'cause I want to give you something. I'm cheesy, I know." Castiel watched with big eyes as the other pulled a small note out of one of his jacket's bags. He handed Cas the note, curling his fingers around it, gently. He licked over his lips, looking more than just a little pleased.

"Call me," he muttered with a stupid wink, then he stepped out of the doors which were falling shut behind him with a loud noise.

Silence. All the people are already gone.

Cas just stands there, the little piece of paper in his hand, absolutely confused and turned on at the same time.

His hands were shaking as he unfolded it, slowly. It had a name one it: Dean Winchester, written in a messy, but definitely sexy handwriting.

And, of course, his telephone number.

Cas sighed, his hand clutching around the paper, until he could feel his fingernails digging into his skin.

There was a storm inside him, a storm he just couldn't control. A storm that was about to knock everything over he ever believed in. And Cas was afraid of it.

So damn afraid.

{ A/N: CHAPTER TWO }

That was chapter one! Thank you so much for reading and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit, I will love you forever! <3

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[ripplesinmist]

So when I write my Marleu/Louis fics I’ve pretty much characterized Marleu as being demisexual heteromantic, but she thinks she’s asexual because she’s never really been in love and didn’t think she could be and doesn’t really know that being demi is a thing, at last not at this moment.

Which is probably about as opposite of my HC for Louis can get, which basically amounts too ‘Pan, pretty horny, not good at hiding it, reads a lot of smutty romance novels’

I don’t come up with this stuff ahead of time. I kinda just roll with it and be like ‘well... that went a way I didn’t expect but you know what, let’s go with it.’

#code vein #louis (code vein) #Marleu (code vein OC) #it's 1:30AM and I'm tired and rambling

[askspsupers]

Oooo, so youse "collab" with the other group at times? often? with like villain attacks, i mean. oh and tecton fan/anon here, you're puh-retty swell yourself guardian, though i do have to admit, my bias still lies with tecton heehoo

Guardian: Well, thank you, anon~! Glad ya like what ya see.

[He blows a kiss.]

Galaxy Girl: We work together sometimes, but I don't know if I'd say "often".

Realist: Lady Noument and I have been trying to make our groups more coordinated and organized. Determining who's best suited to deal with a certain mission and the like.

Lady Noument: But our groups can be a little...hard to mesh, as you just saw.

Tecton: Well, maybe this is a good chance for you guys to figure it out. We're all together and all. I'll stay out of it, though- I'm not...m-much good at smart-people stuff.

[Scarlet Sentinel looks at Tecton and gives him a thumbs-up.]

Scarlet Sentinel: Hey, I'm the same way, man! Nothin' to be ashamed of. They put their heads together, and we crack heads.

[Galaxy Girl nods with a big smile on her face.]

Galaxy Girl: Exactly! You're just good at different things, that's all! And I think that's the beauty of it- everybody's got something unique and beautiful about them.

Guardian: That's what I've been saying!

[Galaxy Girl and Guardian almost instinctively move together and start speaking rapidly about their beliefs. It's filled with lots of flowery language and happy stuff. Rosethorn giggles at them a little.]

Flagitio [under his breath]: I'm gonna be sick.

[A mysterious black-and-red glow appears around Flagitio and slowly ripples out to the rest of the room.]

Flagitio: You know, that Agent Equanimity guy seems pretty smart. Maybe recruiting him would be a good idea- he could help us organize more.

Lady Noument: That's not a bad idea, uh-

[She looks around, confused.]

Lady Noument: Hang on, which one of you said that?

Tecton: Not me.

Scarlet Sentinel: Hell if I know.

[Realist's eyes flash with pinkish-purple energy, and he stares directly at Flagitio.]

Realist: What is it that you think you're doing...?

Galaxy Girl: Hey, Realist, chill. Flagitio's just sitting there.

Realist: ...O-of course. My apologies.

Guardian: So this Agent Equ- Equis-

Lady Noument: Equanimity.

Guardian: Yeah, that. Is our next step?

Rosethorn: Seems so.

Lady Noument: I'll do a bit of research into him. Guardian and Rosethorn, you seem like you'd be good at diplomacy- if he's a good fit for our team, I think you should go talk to him.

Rosethorn: No problem!

Guardian: Aye-aye, cap'n.

Tecton: Great idea, guys!

[Flagitio winks one eye- his brown one- at Realist, while his pale blue one remains staring intensely.]

Galaxy Girl: In the meantime...let's keep answering questions!

Realist [thinking]: Stay calm. Focus on the questions. Try to figure out what he's up to based on how he responds. Simple...

#ask response #anon ask #long post #superhero #south park #alternate universe #superhero au #guardian kenny #kenny mccormick #realist kyle #kyle broflovski #tecton stan #stan marsh #flagitio cartman #eric cartman #lady noument wendy #wendy testaburger #galaxy girl bebe #bebe stevens #rosethorn nichole #nichole daniels #scarlet sentinel red #red tucker

[lurkingg-around]

I acidentally deleted the anon who asked me for a headcanon where peter doesn’t know to dance and mj offers to teach but she also doesn’t know how to dance, and she only offered just to be near him because she’s crushing.

Anon, sorry, but thank you so much for sending in that prompt, I had a lot of fun.

2k of fluff that looks like a dirty darcing au.

- mj asks peter to prom, as friends. no big deal, she even wrote a big poster with hearts all around, saying wanna go to prom, as a friend?

- peter accepted it, as a friend, clearly. and every time someone commented about they going to prom together, both of them always unnecessary added, as friends

- everyone around giggled at them, and they were actually being declared the unofficial prom king and queen. ned had the idea

- the reason why she asked peter to prom was simple: she really liked him. and she couldn’t confess yet, so she made a poster with hearts, and even gave him a bouquet of fake flowers in colors blue and red, asking him to be her date to prom, as friends, because she at least wanted to be able to spend that day with the boy she liked. pretty lowkey, right?

- prom day was approaching, and mj thought things were going pretty smooth, but then she noticed how nervous peter was acting around her

- he always been a blabbering mess, but these days, he just looked like he wanted to run away whenever he saw her, and her presence only stressed him out

- she grew insecure, and finally told him “we can cancel if you want”

- his eyes widened, and he practically yelled “NO, i don’t want to cancel!”

“then what is it?” she asked him

- “i’m just nervous” peter told her, she questioned “what’s new?” and that of course made him groan, a bit annoyed and a bit embarrassed, “i just don’t know how to dance” he finally confessed

- “that’s okay, really” mj comforted him

- but he didn’t seem satisfied, so he explained himself “i…” he trailed off a bit “i just wanted it to be special, you know” a pause “special, as friends, of course”

- mj always thought carefully before acting, there were few times when she acted on instinct, reflex or some other reckless way, and she hated whenever she did that, so mj clearly hated herself when she blurted the words without thinking “i can teach you”

- “really?” peter asked, surprised, his face brightening up, and that made her hate herself a little less because that view of his perfect, cute smile was everything

- “of course” she insisted on her lie, even flipping her hair back arrogantly, “i don’t mean to brag, but i used to do ballet as a kid” except she sucked at it, and gave up after a week

- “that’s awesome” he cheered “where can we do it?”

- the words do it, took her mind to another place, she wanted to do it, with him

- “mj?” he tried to get her attention, since she was frozen in front of him

- she really needed to get her mind out of the gutter, “do what?”

- “practice” peter clarified “when can you teach me how to dance?”

- mj calculated with herself really quickly, since prom was already next week, “tomorrow, after school, at my place”

- “cool” he replied enthusiastically, and then mj spent all her free time till she had to meet with peter, looking for videos on the internet, and practicing stupid dance moves in front of her computer

- why did she even said she could dance? and worse, fucking teach him? oh right, because the possibility of spending time, with her body close to his body, came to her mind, and she just couldn’t help herself

- mj imagined themselves as if they were on dirty dancing, except in this scenario, she was patrick swayze seducing the ever so sweet and innocent peter parker

- “come here, loverboy!” she seductively shouted to her wall, as she danced alone in her bedroom,  mj felt powerful, but she then tripped on her own feet, and remembered that she didn’t know how to dance to save her life

- so dancing to seduce peter? ha, as if

- the next day, peter walked with her to her apartment, and the whole time mj just wanted to bury herself alive, because she had truly, masterfully, fucked up, she really did dig her own grave

- they got to her place, and she stalled

- first, she offered snacks, then, even if her bedroom was spacious enough, mj told him they needed to move the furniture to open more space

- peter suggested they practiced in the living room because it was bigger, since her parents weren’t home anyway

- mj made up an excuse about not wanting to knock over something and break it, so they moved the furniture of her bedroom, where she was free to break stuff if something happened

- of course mj did it very slowly, stalling, but her date was freaking spider-man, and he did it very easily and fast

- she hated him

- mj pretended not to know where her laptop was, and took her time trying to find it, and he innocently waited for her to find it, as the good boy he was, not showing an ounce of annoyance

- it came to a point where she couldn’t stall anymore, mj opened her laptop, playing a random song, and she approached peter, placing both of her hands on his shoulders

- “so what now?” he asked, eager to learn, puppy eyes shining bright in her direction, and she wanted to die

- “now…” she tried “we…uh”

- he waited

- “i don’t know” mj finally confessed

- “what?”

- “i have no idea how to dance” she explained “i just said it because i wanted to sound cool, i guess”

- at least she was still hiding the fact that she was only looking for an opportunity to enjoy her hands on him

- “really?” peter chuckled “that sounds like something i would do”

- “i know, right?” mj groaned “i really hate myself right now” she got her hands off his shoulders, surrendering “we’re both losers who can’t dance”

- peter pouted, making a pondering expression, and he looked so fucking adorable, and she tried to get a grip to focus on what he had to say “i think…” he tried “i think i can do one dance”

- mj raised her eyebrows in surprise “well, i sure anything you got it’s better than what i got”

- peter smiled bashfully, “ben and may loved to dance to this, and they kind of taught me, you know?” he seemed nostalgic, and a bit embarrassed talking about it “i don’t really remember all of it” he reached for her laptop, and typed something “i have to find a video”

- mj couldn’t see what peter was looking for on the screen of her computer, but when she heard in a deep voice singing now i… had the time of my life

- oh my god, that’s the dirty dancing song, she realized. “oh my god, that’s the dirty dancing song!” she exclaimed

- peter flushed “yeah” and then laughed awkwardly, one hand on the back of his neck “we had a lot of fun dancing to it”

- she couldn’t hold her mouth “you son of bitch, and you said you couldn’t dance!” mj accused

- “you lied, too!” peter accused “but that’s all i know, and i don’t even know it well”

- “well, then let’s practice” now that she had a good and possible excuse to be near him, of course she wouldn’t throw it away

- they watched the classic dance scene a couple of times, before trying to do it, and then his breath close to her, his hands purposefully touching her was about to set her on fire

- they made a lot of mistakes, most of them coming from mj’s part, and she could notice how peter really was familiar with the choreography as he began to get it

- they soon grew excited when they made a couple of moves right, and they finally came to the point where they were touching each other naturally, with no awkward cloud hovering over them

- peter caught on with the dance rather quickly, seeing he had familiarity with it, and boy he had some patrick swayze in him, that white boy sure could move his hips right if he tried

- mj couldn’t get her mind out of the gutter, not when he had a bit of sweat dripping down his face, his hands catching and holding her with confidence, a charming smile on his face, and as he hips swayed to the song and with her body, and jesus what more his hips could do? she really couldn’t help but wonder, leaving her thoughts in the trashcan she calls her mind, not wanting to sound like a creep

- the time to do the classic lift to the time of my life finally came, and of course mj said no

- “i can do it!” peter insisted

- “well, i can’t!” she argued

- he huffed “i’m literally spider-man” he slightly flexed, showing off his biceps, oh god, she could just bite them, “whatever happens, i can catch you. you’ll be safe, i promise”

- mj sighed “fine” agreeing, as if she wasn’t waiting for an opportunity to throw herself in his arms, as if she wasn’t totally and completely enjoying the idea of being held by him

- and then she did it, except he didn’t lift her up like in the movie, peter just caught her in his arms, his feet hit the foot of the bed that was behind him, and he fell to the bed with her on him

- mj found herself on top of one peter parker, his face flushed by all the exercise, and maybe by something else, and she was finally feeling the rock solid of his superhero body against hers, and it felt even better than all those nights she had only imagined

- eventually, she found the brain to say “you were supposed to lift me up”

- peter looked into her eyes, then to her lips, and then to her eyes again “i guess i got distracted” he whispered

- the song ended, and the lack of the sound, broke the spell between them, and both moved to get off each other’s body

- “uh, i, i guess i should go” peter suggested, not really facing her

- she didn’t like the idea, but she agreed “yeah, it’s getting a bit late, my parents are almost home” mj really had to get him out of her bedroom before she jumped this boy

- before peter walked out the door of her apartment, before he could leave, she asked “you’re coming tomorrow, right? to practice”

- “yeah, sure!” he answered all too quickly and enthusiastically, and that left her satisfied

- after all, now she could dance to seduce peter. mj was determined to dirty dance her ass off

- and then all the days that followed before prom, they danced, they were grinding against each other, and peter always left every time something felt a little too much, crossing the just friends line

- mj didn’t want to give him a boner, actually she really did want, but she really didn’t want them to felt the awkwardness that would come with it

- prom day finally arrived, mj wore a beautiful baby blue dress, one that was comfortable to dance on, and peter wore a retro looking baby pink suit, it was from ben’s, and fitted him perfectly

- they spent the night having fun with their friends, mainly ned and betty, but then at the end of the night, in an unspoken agreement, they walked arm in arm, to outside of the gym, at the back

- peter played the time of my life on his phone, and they danced, now following the choreography perfectly, just as they had practiced

- mj didn’t have an audience, but she felt glamorous when peter lifted her up

- they ended the dance with a sweet kiss on the lips, it felt natural and right, and it turned to a more passionate kiss in a matter of seconds, which only made sense with all the pent up sexual tension from their practicing days

- and that’s how they spent their high school prom, dancing, as friends.

Thank you so much for reading!!! Send me more prompts for headcanos, I’ll try by best.

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#spideychelle fic #spideychelle #michelle jones #peter x mj #petermj

[rosameiwhitley]

Post-Christmas Pokemon Thoughts

Well, everyone, as of the time I am writing this, it is officially no longer Christmas day. Pity, but eh. Well, no time to dillydally, let's keep talking about Pokemon Adventures! I had to take a few days off to deal with mental health but I'm back to reading.

ok so like

bad news first but vol 1 of the bw2 manga I ordered online still hasn't arrived yet. I wanted it to come back christmas but it somehow is still in preorder phase.

blessing in disguise tho, cuz i get more time to speedread thru the rest of this manga! yay..........................................

this is literally just team plasma, except they're both evil and unironically believe in what theyre preaching

wait so was team rocket actually good?!

gotta say its freakikng crazy how they made the elitefour into the greater scopoe villainsbecayuse otherwise those characters are boring as tar

AN ICE VOODOO DOLL JESUS THIS MANDA IS SOMETHING ELSE

well, anyways i kinda like how bruno is depicted as being the one "good guy" of sorts for the e4 like with brock misty and erika

Reds puns are painful

i do think its fascinating how the e4 are disconnected from the championship in this game

i cant believe bill is so prominent since his literal only purpose in the game is to give you a boat ticket

anyways the stuff they do with arbok's patterns is really creative and its a pity we will never see it implemented into the games

i wouldve expected voodoo dolls to be agatha's speciality but having lorelei use them is interesting

oh, the irony of sabrina getting turned into a doll

i love the way they integrate game elements into the story

wonder how long they can keep this level of creativity up. i mean the honeymoon period for this manga has to end eventually right?

i imagine theres a reason nobody talks about anything past the first gen of this manga

machamp...

hahaha, wow! imagine being forced to pretend to be a boy because life makes it too dangerous for you to be a girl and everyone around you wants to be a boy hahaha how crazy is that being a girl but forced to pretend you're a boy for years on end i could never manage that kind of life hahaha isn't that crazy being forced to pretend you're a boy just because the world wants you to be one even though deep down inside you're actually a girl all along hahaha

mewtwo is so cool

its def a fresh take on them compared to the other one

dang, thats pretty metal.

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT

THEY REALLY DIONT PULL THE PUNCHES HERE

OH MY LORD WOW

LEAF LOSING HER DITTOARM LEGIT SHOCKED ME I LEGIT THOUGHT SHE LOST IT HOLY SHIT

this plot is better than i expected

so... this is the first translation gaffe i've seen, they used flareon's jp name

one questionable element of the otherwise amazing chibi artstlye is how comedically large/small characters and pokemon end up being

god damn so giovanni can talk to animals too?!

THEY MADE METAPOD BADASS HOW

Oh and it serves nice foil to giovanni beedrill

THEY GOT THE IDEA FOR Z MOVES FROM THE MANGA TOO?!

AND TRI FINISH FROM SMASH

on the one hand this is incredibly cheesy on the other hand i mean it is a nice wrapup for this arc, showing how the elite four could've used their powers to help both people and pokemon by makeup retty flowers but instead decided to kill any human besides themselves

again.... reaaaaal team plasma vibes here

NGL I really think I prefer Yellow over Red. Though that might be because she ended up getting more pages and also she's a smol cute bean and moreover her arc was less episodic.

i ship it tbh

concludes the first part of the reading!

Overall I'd say that the gen 1 stuff is really good. The episode admiteddly suffers from the episode chapters making the pacing feel staggered, as well as the fact that characters besides the central protagonist (Red or Yellow) don't get as much development.  All of the changes and interpretations definitely help to keep the plot interesting though. It's definitely something they could more easily get away with in the gameboy days, when the limits of technology prevented plots from being as fleshed out in the games, so supplementary materials were free to make things up as they went along. It's enjoyable, though obviously despite what people online may say it's definitely still all-ages.

The artstyle is amazing though, it's cutesy beyond belief.

Definitely a good first arc, looking forward to the rest of it!

Alright then, moving on to gen 2!

#pokemon #pokespe #pokemon adventures

[davidcarner]

Sarah vs The Life Unexpected Ch 9, In Sickness and in Health

A/N: Sorry for the lateness, my daughter had an accident today and I spent ALL day in the doctor's office. She's okay, but I'm exhausted (something about sitting at the doctor all day WEARS you out) Thank you for the continued love. On with our story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, but I do own the Bartowski/Grimes 2016 presidential poster…

Sarah wet a washcloth, walked over to the couch, and laid it on her patient's forehead. She heard a mumbled thanks and smiled. She had changed out of her clothes from the night before and was watching the sun come up.

"Did you know?" her patient asked.

"Know what?"

"That someone that small could regurgitate that much?" Chuck asked. "I mean it was like something out of the Exorcist. It just kept coming and coming and coming."

"Clara never thrown up like that before?"

"No. I mean she's spit up some, but that…that was truly something I have never seen…nor want to again." Chuck laughed. "When I was a kid and I got sick, Ellie used to have to fight me. I would cry and moan, but Molly, she was great. Ellie always said I deserve to have a child act like me. I guess I'm lucky my girl isn't," he said. Sarah grinned at him. He took the washcloth off of his face, sat up, a worried look on his face. "Sorry, she's your daughter, not mine."

"Really?" she asked. "If I'm not mistaken, you sat up with her last night, you manned the explosion that happened in the bathroom. You kept her calm and held her hair and told her you were there."

"I overstepped my bounds, didn't I?" Sarah swatted his arm.

"Chuck Bartowski, quit being an idiot. You were exactly the father that girl needs and deserves." The look Sarah gave him gave him no room for argument. He grinned at her.

"You approve?" she leaned over and kissed him.

"One thousand percent," she said. "Now, get some sleep. I have some paperwork I need to take care of…where are you going?" she asked Emma as she came down with Clara.

"Mama!" Clara yelled holding her arms out. Sarah stood up, walked over, and took her. Clara hugged her neck and giggled.

"How's my girl?"

"Hu," she said. Sarah walked over, and grabbed a bad of dry cereal, and Clara began to go to town on it.

"I steal your kid, you steal mine?" Chuck asked, smiling.

"Sharing," Sarah said winking.

"Hey, Clara, is Sarah pretty?"

"Retty," Clara said, hugging Sarah. Sarah looked like she would cry. "Mama retty."

"Yeah, she is isn't she," Chuck said.

"You two getting married next week, or Monday?" Emma asked dryly.

"We haven't decided," Sarah replied, in a playful mood. Both women turned to Chuck, who's head seemed to be short-circuiting again.

"I think you broke him," Emma said.

"He'll reboot in a minute," Sarah replied. "You know you're pretty?" she said to Clara who clapped and giggled. "Yes, you are." Sarah turned to her mom. "Where are you off to?"

"If Chuck doesn't mind, I'm going to take Clara over to our apartment. I figured the two of us should spend the day over there, if not the night, so as not to spread this thing."

"You okay with that Chuck?" Sarah asked.

"Hey, Pumpkin?" Clara turned towards Chuck. "You okay staying with just Granny for a while."

"Gran!" Clara yelled, holding her arms out. Chuck looked at Sarah.

"How did she pick up on that so fast?"

"How does she pick up on calling me Mama so fast?" Chuck looked up at the ceiling where his room approximately was. In the bed in that room lay Molly, asleep. After her throwing up, which Chuck swore was things she ate when she was three and possibly her toenails came out of her, Sarah gave her a bath, put her to bed in Chuck's bed, and washed the sheets on her bed.

"You know, I think when she's better, we might have a little talk with one Miss Molly," Chuck said.

"Sis!" Clara yelled. Both Chuck and Sarah looked at Clara. Chuck's eyes were about to close.

"Mom, I'll call you when the coast is clear," Sarah said. "You sure you don't mind?"

"I'm fine, in fact, I was going to take Molly and give you two some alone time," Emma said. "I figured you two needed to have a conversation." A soft snore made both turn as they saw Chuck laying there, his head awkwardly on the couch, mouth slightly open, snoring. "Hard to find a guy who will stay up all night with your child."

"Hard to find a guy you love, who will stay up all night with your child," Sarah countered.

"Sarah, don't overthink it," Emma said, pulling her in for a hug. Clara gave Sarah a one arm hug and patted her back. Sarah pulled away and tickled Clara.

"I'm not," she said smiling. "But it's not just my decision."

"Let the little one loose on him if you have to," Emma said, heading out the door. "All's fair in love and war," she said, and she left. Sarah looked over at Chuck, still snoring.

"I feel for you Chuck," Sarah said softly, running her fingers through his hair. "I've got Emma, Clara, and Molly on my side. It just doesn't seem fair.

}o{

About 9, Sarah looked up from her computer. She was working on putting together the consolidation of the three companies, which was impressive since Carmichael Industries really didn't exist yet. She heard thumps coming down the stairs and looked up to see Molly making her way down.

"Mommy, I love our new house," Molly said. Sarah saw Chuck open one eye, and quickly close it again. "When can we move the rest of our stuff in?"

"Honey, it's not our house," Sarah replied. "We haven't been invited, but I take it your good if we were invited to move in?"

"Why hasn't Daddy asked us to move in yet?" Molly asked.

"You'd have to ask Chuck, Sweetie," Sarah began, but never got to finish. Molly walked over and got right in Chuck's face.

"Daddy? Daddy?" Chuck opened one eye and shut it. Sarah knew she should stop this, but she was enjoying it way too much. "DADDY!" Chuck jumped. "When can I move the rest of my stuff in? Can I do it today?"

"You should probably ask your mother that," Chuck replied, trying to figure out why this little person was screaming at him.

"So you don't mind if I move my stuff in?" Molly asked. Chuck's head was in a fog, and he knew he should be careful, but he just wanted some sleep.

"No, I don't care," Chuck replied. Sarah hid her laugh with her hand. Chuck had no idea what he had just stepped into. Sarah started to say something when her phone went off.

"Hello," she said, grinning. The grin fell from her face in seconds. "I mean…I really can't…are you sure? I could do that. Are you sure it's her? She was the mole!? She's going by herself? Well, no I don't blame her, and all this time I thought it was Zondra. Well, Molly was sick all night." Sarah looked at Chuck, her eyes pleading. Chuck had managed to pick himself up off the couch.

"We got this, Mommy," Molly said, holding her fist out to Chuck. Chuck just looked at it. Molly turned and gave him the evil eye. He bumped her fist and she exploded it. Chuck didn't. That got another evil eye. Chuck did it again, and exploded it. Molly nodded, turned to Sarah and smile. "We got this," she said, and leaned back on the couch both hands behind her head.

"I understand what I'm about to say is going to complicate my life to no end, but when she starts dating, I'd feel better if you talk to the boys beforehand," Chuck said. Sarah nearly dropped her phone.

"If that's what you want," she said shakily.

"You'll show them the knives?"

"Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "When I get done with this, we talk?" Chuck gave a single nod.

"Yes," Molly said, doing a fist pump. "I'm getting a baby brother!" Chuck and Sarah shared a look. Chuck just grinned and shrugged. Part of Sarah did a flip that she didn't know she had.

"I'm here, Carina," Sarah said, never taking her eyes off of Chuck. "I'll be in as quick as I can." She hung up, got up, walked over, and stood right in front of him. "I promised no secrets, but can we wait until I get back to talk to you about this."

"Sure, a couple of days?" Sarah gave him a look. "Got a pressing knife fight in Jakarta?"

"No, it should take a couple of hours, and I'm staying here with Carina and covering Ops. I'd explain more, but I really need to go," she replied. "I love you both, and I will talk to you soon.

"Love you," Chuck said, grinning. She bent down to kiss him and he pulled back. "I wouldn't, sleep, bad breath, drool."

"You owe me one," she said winking. She kissed Molly, got to the door, stopped and turned back. "Molly, if your serious about this, what he says goes, you got it."

"Got it, Daddy and I, we've got an understanding," she said. Sarah grinned.

"Chuck, we are so talking when I get back," Sarah said, and with that she was gone.

"You're ordering my baby brother tonight, aren't you?" Molly asked. Chuck looked at her, and decided to be honest.

"You know that's not how that works, right?"

"I figured, Jerry isn't that smart, but I'm five, how about you give me this talk when I'm older?"

"Don't you want your Mom to?

"Nope, she'll be all technical, and you'll blush, and sputter, but you'll be honest. That's what I love about you, Daddy," Molly said. "TV?" Chuck reached over and ruffled her hair, causing a quick little tickle/slap fight to break out.

"You watch TV, I nap, and if you need something, you wake me?" Chuck offered.

"Deal," she said. "Daddy, thanks for letting me live here. Don't worry, I'll make sure Mommy comes with me."

"Love you, Molly," Chuck said halfway asleep. Molly lay with her hands behind her head, sure she was on her way to completing Project OMAHA.

}o{

Sarah watched the computer monitor, not believing the footage she was seeing.

"I always thought it was Zondra," she said softly. "Carina, I feel so bad." Carina had just been starting at her the whole morning. For two hours they watched as Amy was tracked on the cameras and Zondra was leading a strike force to bring her down.

"Walker, are you seriously not going to tell me what happened last night." Sarah was looking at the monitor. She sat up, grinned, and turned toward her friend.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Oh, for the love of Pete! You can cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife! What went wrong?"

"How do you know anything went wrong?" Sarah asked innocently. Carina smirked.

"Because you're not mad like it was terrible, and you're not glowing like you would be if it was half of what you were hoping." Sarah knew she shouldn't say anything, but she couldn't help herself. She and Carina had shared so much the last five years.

"Okay, I wore the purple thing I showed you a few weeks ago," Sarah began. Carina's eyes lit up. "But, someone lied to me yesterday," she continued.

"No. You didn't!"

"I did."

"But, didn't that punish you more than him?" Sarah blushed.

"At first, I thought he had learned his lesson, and first thing in the morning, we'd have our fun, but then," Sarah paused.

"What did he do? Massage? Kiss you? Rub you?"

"He opened the door, so he could hear Molly in case she was scared or got up since it was her first night in the house." Carina sat down.

"Your ovaries exploded didn't they?" Sarah didn't answer, but the blush returned. "That's not it, is it?" Sarah shook her head. "Walker…tell me!"

"He heard something in the middle of the night. It was Molly, she had a fever and was having a chill. He picked her up, carried her downstairs, gave her medicine, and slept on the couch holding her. Two hours later, Emma woke him so he could give Molly the other medicine, and that's when I saw it all. I went back to bed when I heard a commotion. Molly got sick, and Chuck took her to the bathroom, held her hair, and nursed her all the way thought it."

"Are you marrying him Monday, or do you think you'll wait 'til next week."

"I told him that we were having a talk tonight," Sarah said. She looked down at the floor. "I know what I want to do, but…"

"Here it comes," Carina said.

"What?"

"It's complicated. The kids, our work situation, our housing situation. Sarah what do you want to do?"

"Spend every minute with him," Sarah said, surprised by her own honesty.

"If there was no romance involved, what would you do about work?"

"Exactly what we're doing."

"If he were an asset what would you do?"

"Move in and provide 24 hour guard."

"What's. The. Problem?"

"I'm scared."

"There it is," Carina said, hugging her. "Sweetie, you love him, of course your scared. You're scared he'll realize he fell for the wrong former federal agent and you'll find him swinging from my chandelier one night." Sarah just gave her a flat look.

"You have a chandelier?"

"No," Carina admitted. "But, you know what I mean."

"What if we break up?"

"Do you think he'll ever not be in Molly's life?"

"Not unless I ask him not to be," Sarah admitted.

"Then it comes down to two people, you and him."

"He's never actually asked me if I would move in," Sarah said softly.

"Have you ever asked?" Sarah just looked at her. "If you want it, go get it!" Sarah smiled.

"Miller, Walker, I got her," the comms exploded. "We've got Amy, we got the mole!"

"Zondra, I owe you an apology," Sarah said.

"You don't owe me anything, Walker," Zondra replied. "I thought it was you."

"Next time you're in the area, why don't you drop by," Sarah offered.

"You got it," Zondra replied. Sarah smiled, signed off, and found her phone.

"I'm going to call Chuck, and we'll wrap up," Sarah told Carina. She dialed the number, and was surprised by what she heard.

"Chuck's phone," came Molly's voice.

"Is he asleep?" Sarah said, and heard an awful retching noise in the background.

"If he is that's impressive," Molly answered.

"Molly, what's going on?"

"According to Chuck he just threw up something he ate in third grade." Sarah ran her hand over her face. "Ohhhh, that sounded painful."

"I'm on my way," Sarah said. She turned to Carina who was fighting a smile.

"Go, nurse your man back to health." Carina said, grinning. Sarah hugged Carina and raced out the door.

}o{

Sarah walked in and saw Molly sitting on the couch, watching TV, coloring, and eating potato chips. She came in and sat down beside her. Molly looked up, sad.

"I'm sorry, Mommy," she said. "I ruined this weekend."

"How did you ruin this weekend?" Sarah asked.

"You and Daddy were supposed to have a big family weekend with all of us and order me a baby brother. I got sick and ruined it, and now Daddy is sick." They paused when they heard a terrible retch. Sarah held up a finger.

"You need anything?"

"All good," he choked out.

"We have different definitions of all good," she muttered. She turned back to Molly. "Being a family isn't just about being a family that goes to a park or Disneyland, or goes and get ice cream. It's about being there at all times."

"In sickness and in health," a weak voice came behind them. Sarah looked back at Chuck. He looked awful, but she couldn't love him more than she did right now. She hopped up and went to help him. He tried to shoo her away, but she was having none of it, and walked him to a chair that he sunk into. "Family is about being there during loss, during the hard times, and during the times no one else is there for you," Chuck said.

"Like when you were there for me when I found out I was adopted?" Molly asked. Chuck nodded.

"But, you had family, Molly, why didn't you say something?" Chuck asked. Molly looked down.

"I didn't understand then," she said.

"Understand what, Sweetie?" Sarah asked.

"I didn't understand that you wouldn't give me back," Molly said. Sarah's mouth dropped.

"Molly, you are my daughter. I may not be your biological mother, but I will never give up on you, and I will fight tooth and nail for you," Sarah said looking her in the eyes. Molly hugged Sarah.

"And Clara?"

"Yes, Molly, and Clara, as long as Chuck lets me," she replied.

"Why would I ever not let you, and, how could I stop you? Seriously, how?" Chuck asked. Sarah looked at him and shrugged.

"You couldn't," she replied grinning.

"And, Daddy?" Sarah never quit looking at him.

"In sickness and in health," she said softly.

"In sickness and in health," he replied.

"As long as we both shall live," she said, parts of her body doing dances she hadn't felt in a while. Chuck grinned.

"As long as we both shall live," he replied doing the eyebrow dance.

"I do," she replied.

"I do too."

"I'm not kissing you right now," Sarah said, smiling.

"I wouldn't kiss me right now," Chuck replied. Sarah grabbed Molly's hand.

"Come on, let's go make your bed, wash my sheets, and talk about where you got those potato chips," Sarah said. Chuck made an ohh face at Molly. Molly made a scared face back at Chuck.

"Wait, your bed?" Chuck asked. Sarah stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked at him.

"My bed," she replied, giving him a look that challenged him to say anything. Chuck situated himself in the chair.

"The big walk-in closet is empty," he replied. "There's plenty of room in the attic for storage, and in the basement for some things as well," he said, his eyes closed. He opened one eye and saw her still looking at her.

"You asking me to live with you?"

"I thought you just told me you were going to," Chuck said as the door opened. Emma walked in holding Clara, rolling a big suitcase behind her.

"There's two more in the trunk," she said. Chuck just watched her come through, and she stopped right in front of him. "If you hurt her," she began.

"If I hurt her?" Chuck asked. "She knows over 100 ways to physically hurt me and she has my heart in her hands." Emma smiled at him.

"What happens next?"

"Well, I thought I'd take a nap," Chuck said. "But, apparently you women-folk aren't going to let me."

"Women-folk?"

"I have a fever, I'm delirious, and I don't know what I'm saying," Chuck said quickly. Emma bent down and kissed his forehead.

"You have a slight fever, did you throw up?" Chuck nodded. "That explains the smell." Chuck looked hurt. "Go shower, now" she said pointing toward the bathroom. Chuck got up, and walk by, turning his head so as not to look at her, he came to Sarah, and did the same thing. She slapped him on the backside as he went by.

"You are going to be the death of me."

"If you don't shower, that smell will be the death of me." Chuck turned and started back up the stairs. The four watched him go.

"You sure about this, Sarah?" Emma asked. Sarah looked at her.

"I'm sure I love him, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him, but I'm scared to death," Sarah admitted. Emma smiled.

"See, not that complicated."

"Does that mean you'll call the stork tonight?" Molly asked. Sarah put her hand over her face.

"Jerry and I need to have a long talk," Sarah said, and started up the stairs of her new home.

A/N: Sorry it's short, today has been a day, but I wanted to get this up. Probably nothing until Friday. A lot going on tomorrow, and Thursday I've got Star Wars tickets for 7 pm, and I'll be hyper all day. See you soon.

DC

#Sarah #Chuck #Charah #MOLLY! #Sarah vs the Life Unexpected #fanfic #fluff

[andromedasstars]

Tagged!

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

tagged by: @prowlingthunder 

a - age: 22 ‘yes i know im an old lady please dont come for me baby tumblr users im too salty for your nonsense.

b - birthplace: Gravesend, Kent, England, yeah the ‘Garden of England’ and I’m born in the chavviest part possible, not to mentio it’s literally called Gravesend which really couldn’t think of anything cheerier huh?

c - current time: at the time of typing this, it’s 21:21 and honestly that number makes me so bloody happy my little brain just purrs because look how damn retty the numbers areeeeee

d - drink you last had: strawberry waer which honestly im so obsessed with its ridiculous

e - easiest person to talk to: uhh how’d you mean like face to face? because no one in that case because ew but online or in places where i can use emojis to offset my deep emotional trauma and reression of all the bad things in my head? probably my bestie @youwerethinkingitsannoying because brain twin chats are the best kind

f - favorite song: i don’t know if i actually have a favourite song? like there’s s may amazing songs out there how can i choose just one? im definitely feeling new rules by dua lipa right now or the season one opener for galavant which probably doesn’t count but god its quotable as fuuuuck

g - grossest memory: hmm toss up between waking up midway through having teeth pulled because i hate needles so much they had to knock me out because i refused to let them shove needles in my gums even though ive got multple piercings and tattoos go figure right? and i could feel them ripping out the two teeth and the noise was vile. or the time i suffered post surgical haemmorage after my tonsils were taken out and i turned my then step-mums newly decorated bathroom into something out of SAW and nearly choked to death on a blood clot only to nearly suffocate an hour later when i suffered another bleed that saw me turn her kitchen into a slasher movie with blood uncontrollably gushing from my nose and mouth for almost thirty minutes. oddly enough that’s round about the time my thing with blood started?

h - horror yes or horror no: all day every day unless its got puppets or clowns and then hell fucking no i am sprinting for the hills like an angry sheep is on my heels i am away screaming onf a fast camel my friends goodbye adios h0pe y’all dont die.

i - in love?: hell if i know anymore im definitely in love with myself though beause narcissim is the only logical way to deal with years of emotional trauma .

j - jealous of people?: i refer you to the above answer 

l - love at first sight or should I walk by again?: hate to see you go but i love to watch you leave

m - middle name: hahahahahhaa nope. it makes me sound so much more middle class than i actually am. so nope sorry tumbles you aint getting that one. 

n - number of siblings: officially speaking im an only child? in reality well, that’s a whole different kettle of bullshit. .

o - one wish: that my mum could have everything she;s ever wanted

p - person you called last: either mum or jamie

q - question you are always asked: 'is that tattoo on your hand real?’ because manic shan desided a blue dinosaur on her hand was an excellent tattoo, he’s named francis if anyone is interested

r - reason to smile: im booking my trip to belgium on wednesday 

s - song you last sang: candyland by blood on the dance floor. please n judgement its on my pals throwback playlist and its annoyingly catchy.. 

t - time you woke up: 9:43am because the dog goes psycho at the postman 

u - underwear colour:  what’s t say im wearing any? 

v - vacation destination: i’d love to go all over the world tbh from new york to sweden to romania just, everywhere really…

w - worst habit: excuse you i am a fucking delight and a wonder i dont have bad habits 

x - x-rays: ive had every part of my body x-rayed at one point or another.  i am an incredibly accident prone person, add that to a short temper and childhood illness and accidents and im a walking talking x-ray at this point.

y - your favorite food: at the moment its candy sticks and shepherds pie

z - zodiac sign: im a virgo and no bullshit oh there’s 13 zodiac signs will change that. you can pry my virgo-ness out of my cold dead hands after my ghost deafens you. 

if you see this and fancy sharing random facts about yourself pleae go ahead! i always like to learn more stuff about you guys who put up with the daily game of ‘whih fandom is going to clog up my dash today’ 

#shan rambles #yes shan and shan only #whats the point of having alters if they make you deal with sickness #answered tags

[imsysimsy-blog]

7-20 mak and colbie

Thank youuuu for asking!

7. Who sweats the small stuff?

I think definitely Colbie, she overthinks everything!

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

Colbie sleeps naked while Mak maybe has a bra and panties on or an oversized shirt.

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?

Colbie, she is always making hot tea!

10. Who likes sweet/ Who likes sour?

Both have sweet spots!

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?

I am not certain what Mak’s favorite is but Colbie loves both romance and horror so she’d get Mak to watch both marathon style! 

12. Who is smol/ Who is tol?

still don’t exactly know what tol means LOL so both are smol..

13. Who is considered the scaredy cat?

I think they are both pretty brave. Except for Colbie when it comes to spiders.

14. Who kills the spiders?

Mak (if she isn’t afraid. Colbie hates them) 

15. Who is scared of the dark?

Perhaps Mak? Colbie loves the dark!

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?

Seems like something they’d both enjoy, curling up and watching stuff while a storm rages outside. 

17. Who works/ Who stays at home?

Colbie works as a model and comes home to a pretty GF. 

18. Who is a cat person/ Who is a dog person?

I think Mak would like cats? Colbie loves cats and dogs! 

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

If they were comfortable I think both would. Colbie gets retty lovey when she feels safe to do so.

20. Who is dominant/ Who is submissive?

I think they’d take turns honestly. Colbie is submissive but also is good at taking on a domineering role.