#and he’s always helping out the team finding bugs and stuff

[disfrutalaisla]

On the note of the new signs can we get some recognition for badboyhalo’s contributions to the qsmp fr

#qsmp #he was responsible for the chat box changes too #and he’s always helping out the team finding bugs and stuff #he’s kinda girlbossing #and obviously the signs aren’t 100% his idea #but still #I think he’s killing it

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Headcanon: Just because they are dating it doesn't mean they are less awkward

I was answering a comment I got, when I started thinking about what would happen if Miles and Gwen started dating?

My first thought: "Oh the adaptation period is going to be fun."

Both in fiction and in real life, you can have a period of time when friends who had been crushing for too long may be trying to not come too strong to the other person in case their new partner hasn't fallen as deeply in love as themselves.

Do I think this would happen with Miles and Gwen? Oh for sure.

Gwen in general tries to hide her emotions and while I think being with Miles will loosen her up a bit, I think she may get shy about how much she likes him (specially considering some things she did while crushing.) Miles I think would do so as well, since it has been his normal to try to tone down his crush, and seeing how "collected" Gwen can be, would try to act "cool."

All of this rambling is now for a list of headcanons of the stupid things they did because of this and that they try to hide from each other before they realize how silly they are.

Let's go!

They both do a victory lap, or the spidey equivalent, swinging across their respective New York after Miles asked Gwen out.

Miles is the loudest, swinging across the streets while screaming in excitement a few times, including one time when he screams "SHE LIKES MEEEEEE."

This ends up with a bunch of people online not only reposting clips of the video where he screams that, but people speculating who could be the mystery girl who seems to like him. Miles panics thinking Gwen may think he is cheating on her and Ganke needs to be there to calm him down and devise a plan to get gossip people into something else.

Gwen isn't much better, she doesn't really scream anything, however she ends up doing a bunch of daredevil tricks and jumps because her excitement manifests in see-how-many-gymnastics-record-I-can-break.

She ends up scaring the living shit out of her dad, who was trying to react very normally when a coworker show him a clip of just a part of it (she literally did this by a good part of the city, so there are different videos.) The gymnastic Olympic team of the United States is once again trying to recruit Spider-Woman. There are now people making recompilations of videos to see if there is a way to catch the whole thing, and some people had noticed that in some clips it almost looks like she is squealing.

Gwen recruited Peni's help to take down the most incriminating videos, mostly because it was impossible to take all of them down. She also begged Peni to have a way for her dad to not find some videos on his phone. I imagine her dad may be a bit protective of her and while Gwen told him she is dating Miles, she doesn't want her dad to realize how madly she is in love with him.

(He knows, he remembers the Polaroid.)

Because of this, the first few days together they try end up planning dates in other universes, because both of them are waiting for those videos to not be trending. Gwen ends up dancing with Miles in Hobie's universe, while Miles shows Gwen a crazy arcade in Margo's universe.

Miles is ALWAYS smiling, depending on how much he has been in his mind he may look more lovesick or casual. Everyone has been teasing him, Ganke, his parents and Peter B the most.

I already headcanon that Gwen is actually a cuddle bug, she just has trouble leaning into others because of her vulnerability issues. So Gwen is constantly trying to measure how much she tries to hug him, to not look too eager to take his hand or lean on his shoulder. Is a tougher battle than she ever wants to admit.

Miles ends up drawing Gwen even more often, especially since he has pictures of her and stuff; so before he knows it, he ends up with this beautiful mural of her. He isn't sure when to reveal it to her because he has added so many little detail and drawings he is afraid to come out as creepy.

Like many people, I headcanon Gwen has tried writing songs about Miles. Well the new relationship status made her finish one of those songs, which her bandmates liking, and Hobie also insisted she should play it next time in his universe.

"Next Time" ends up having the spideygang (Miles, Pavitr, Margo and Peni,) at the concert. Hobie remarks that the next song is written by his drummer, and it doesn't take long for Miles to be smiling once more like a lovesick puppy once the lyrics appear.

Gwen is a bit embarrassed, but he says he loved the song, and he would love to hear more if she ever does. He shares some of his art, and she is, of course, melting.

He doesn't take too long before showing Gwen the mural, and Gwen loves it. Is hidden below a bridge, in a place you can only see while being upside down; and she adores how Miles shown her drumming, her dance, he captures her from her eyes to the little tooth gap she has, and yet Gwen cannot stop being amazed at how despite showing all those things she considers flaws, she looks beautiful in all of them.

Miles shrugs saying "I just draw you like I see you."

And THEN, they become a couple of dorks in love who everyone else is getting kind of sick of how corny they are. But they are kind of stupid for each other and had been holding it for a while, so why not scream it from the rooftops?

#ghostflower #gwiles #atsv #miles morales #gwen stacy #across the spiderverse #headcanon #ghostflower hcs

[rookiesbookies]

Monster AU

Thank you to @shotmrmiller for helping me idea generate for this

Hc under the cut for 141+ Konig, Krueger, Alex Keller, and Keegan

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

General background for the AU:

When the blood of monsters was first found at ancient sites, the first thought the humans was: Can we bring them back. And when they couldnt, the second thought was: can we make ‘hybrid’ humans with the blood and will it give them special shit?

Long story short? It did. And so the race for the best and most monster/human soldiers was born

Some side effects were wanted. The speed, strength, the aggression, the dexterity.

Some side effects weren’t. Like the voices in the soldiers heads, the loss of life from incapability between a monster and a human, and the ruts, heat cycles, & craving to breed.

So the government hires what they call Operation: Darlings - a group dedicated to their monster infected lovers to keep them docile and content no matter what when they’re on base. Each given a year's supply of: military grade birth control, spermicidal lube, and condoms and one goal - be a monster's mate.

When wind of this got to other military companies, they did basically the exact same thing.

Price

Griffin. His beard now looks like furr now and less like hair. His muscles which were once covered in thin layers of fat, are now bare. The fat melted away. His wrinkles are now much lighter. His has more energy and is much less motion sick.

His eyes now have a predatory gaze. His nails are sharper like claws, and he’s much faster and more agile. His reflexes were much sharper.

With his darling he has the urge to scent her all the time. He loves nothing more than her warming his cock, his tight balls sitting on some chair as he rubs her hips while filling out paperwork. Cooing at how well she takes his fat cock.

His room is now full of pillows and blankets and baby proofy, he cant have his lionese accidentally getting hurt? Even if its just small bumps.

Soap

Phoenix. He now runs hot as an oven, everyone swears his skin glows, and he has this bad habit of insisting he needs random sticks. Every time he dies his injuries and infection turn to dust and fade off into the wind minutes to hours after and he walks away.

His nails are now just a bit more tough like talons and if he drinks alcohol or gas he can breathe fire.

He has this craving to sit in high place too, always has to have almost a perch to sit on above everyone.

When he gets his darling he has this urge to preen all the clothes she’s wearing off her like they’re dirt in her feathers. He makes little clicking noises at her and will fluff out his mohawk to get her attention, almost dying it red and orange and other bright colors because the phoenix voice demanded they had to be flamboyant and bright to truly keep a mate. Loves to rub his nose against her like a bird rubs its beak on things it loves, nuzzling into her especially if she’s nude.

He also craves nuts and seeds as a snack.

Ghost

Barghest. A bug black bad omen of death. Also has a skull face in some depictions. A big fuzzy stain in Yorkshire mythos. Simon immediately noticed how his hair on his head stayed its blond color but the rest of it (pubes, chest hair, happy trail) turned thicker and black as the night. In the dark he can see much better. He’s less sensitive to cold. And he craves raw meat.

For other physical differences he notices how his cock swells differently. His whole body leaned and slimmer. He runs faster, and endurance is significantly better.

He growls deep in his chest and uncontrollably when people try to touch his stuff. When he’s around his team he lets out a purr similar to that of a rottweiler.

He also notices he finds it harder to stay away during the day, as he prefers now to exist at night.

Gaz

Aswang. His teeth are now much sharper. His eyes now randomly bleed but not in a medical issue. His skin mow ashier than it normally would have been but that's fine. He’s more worried about the blood. His tongue is now long and snake-like, too long for his mouth and flat.

His body is leaner than before. Shoulders becoming broader. And his ears are slightly pointed. He’s also off put but his fingers got longer and his hands got stronger.

He hates how it’s voice hisses and whispers so loudly in the back of his mind. Never quiet.

Konig

Cthulhu. Of all his comrades who were chosen, he had some of the most physical change. Tendrils sprouted from his spine, his skin turned cold and the texture closer to a shark. His teeth all got a bit sharper, and his eyes became slightly better suited for seeing in the night. The worse his anxiety got the more tendrils littered his face and wings threatened to sprout from his back. The voice made the madness grow in his head, loud and ringing. His body was an impermeable surface. His fingers had grown a bit longer, more claw like. His voice got even more booming and he was always cold.

When he got his mate, his skin warmed. The voice of the monster that infected him calmed for the first few days. She didn't mind the odd texture of his skin or the tendrils that littered his body. She let her warmth seep through his body.

Krueger

Amarok. As seen in his tattoo on his back. He notices small things like thicker and darker hair on his body and the need to spend more time alone.

He notices his body get meatier, the muscles taking up more space. His hair is growing longer than he’d like, and much faster. He’s much stronger and much more durable, the usual overwhelming stain of the butt of a gun to the face now just a mild sting.

He growls from his throat when he is annoyed now, and is very off put by it because he never realizes when its happening. He has also grown a bit, not taller than Konig still but he is a least an inch and a half taller than he was. His arms now much wider and beefier, with a soft yet flattering layer on top.

He can now hear much better and he doesnt know if he likes it. If someone is fucking on base he can hear it all so now he has to constantly wear his shooting range headphones to hear how he did before the change.

Keegan

Minotaur. His body now gets too hot when under armor. He craves to suckle a tit like a calf and hide in darkness. His eyes are not adjusted well to the lights at all, he now has to constantly wear sunglasses. His nose is now a bit wet and leathery. His body now more easily builds muscle and the skin of his feet and hands thicker. His nails are stronger, like the human equivalent of hooves he guesses.

His breathing is now heavier, his body much heavier. He now stalks around instead of a natural walk. He craves meat, the monster wants him to consume human flesh but Keegan is satisfied with a steak.

Alex Keller

Hydra. He can grow back any lost limps and heal quickly. Only limp he cant grow back is the leg he already lost because he lost it pre-infection. Physically it changed very little, his eyes turn to slits in bright lights instead of small dots, he occasionally gets scales if his skin is extra dry, and he now had crazy sharp fangs for canines but not much changes.

He also hisses at threats and keeps building nests in dark places (his room with the lights off) with stolen blankets and pillows, pulling women into his room to show them hoping they compliment it as a sign of agreeing to mate.

When he gets his darling the little hydra voice in his head goes wild. She compliments the nest, doesn’t mind his painful love bites to stake claim, and most importantly doesn’t mind staying in the nest until the nest smells like her and she smells like him.

Also he has two dicks (human ones, not snakes), one on top of the other, upper one is slightly smaller.

#cod x reader #call of duty #captain price #captain john price x reader #konig call of duty #konig x reader #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish x reader #soap call of duty #alex keller #alex keller x reader #kyle gaz x reader #simon ghost x reader #keegan russ x reader #cod keegan #sebastian krueger x reader #cod krueger #cod monster au

[buckyalpine]

Personal Pillow 4

18+ minors dni

Needy Bucky x pregnant reader 

It’s 4 am. Might go back and edit this. Okay so again. When I say this is my weakness, I’m not joking. This AU helps some of the writers block I’ve been feeling so I’m happy you love this as much as I do. I always intend to start off with a drabble then look at where we end up :) I will forever love this AU, if pregnancy and all that isn’t your thing, I will still be writing more with these two that doesn’t always involve that. If you do want more of this stuff, just send an ask!! 

Warnings: Boobs. All the boobs (lactation kink), smuuuttt, FLUFF, Bucky is a warning 

Word count: 2.5k oops 

Lets start with how this even begins: Bucky knows your boobs, so he’s already pieced it together before you even knew you were pregnant.

You’re a bit tender:  you’ve never denied him but recently when he wrapped his lips around your peaked bug, you’ve let out a hiss from discomfort. It’s probably just PMS but you feel more sore than usual. He tries to think nothing of it but the back of his mind is wandering.

Your nipples are more swollen: Your boobs are in his mouth almost every day, so he definitely notices when they feel a little plumper on his tongue. Your perky bud is a bit more prominent in his mouth and he’s not complaining at all but now he’s really curious.

You feel more tired: You usually stay awake while he lays on you; you love to play with his hair and rub his back while he snuggles up to you. But you’ve fallen asleep the last few times and your energy has been low. He softly kisses your chest before going to sleep, careful not to make the soreness worse. Google is suddenly his best friend, he’s searching up your symptoms and sure there’s a chance it could just be PMS but just maybe…

When you find out your pregnant, Bucky somehow falls deeper in love with you. He’s crying but he’s never been happier. He’s kissing your tummy, nuzzling his face in. You’re carrying his baby, he’s getting the family he’s always dreamed of and it’s with you.

The first trimester

He’s so gentle with you; he just wants naked cuddles at any given moment. Your body is still adjusting so he’s happy to just lay on you and relish in the warmth of your bare skin against his. He always starts off with caressing your tummy but his hands will always end up on your boobs. All he does is cup them in his palms, his thumbs tracing soft circles around your nipples. He uses his metal hand a bit more because the coolness soothes some of the soreness. He lays he head down softly, wrapping his arms around you so he can snuggle to your boobs as close as possible. He’s hugging you like a teddy bear with one leg hitched over you to keep you in place. You want to roll your eyes at what a big baby he’s being but he’s so adorable and sweet, you can’t help but giggle as he softly snores into your chest.

With each week, it’s more difficult for him to resist you. He’s a super solider, he notices the tiniest changes. You’re not showing yet but you’re a little curvier and he fucking loves it. He loves the softness of your body; he doesn’t even realize how needy he’s become.  

The team notices that Bucky has recently started slipping his hands under your shirt to touch your tummy. He now has one hand cupping you while the other is rubbing soft circles on your stomach. He’ll find you and hug you from behind, happily holding you with his eyes closed.

(Steve, Sam and Nat may or may not have secretly cried because if his hand is on your tummy, that could only mean one thing. Tony is already planning your baby shower)

He wants to have sex with you so badly, he wants to make love to you for hours, tell you how beautiful you are, how happy he is but he’s scared he might hurt you. You noticed him rutting against the mattress every so often, trying to find some relief but he whines against your chest, huffing in frustration, he’s so pent up. When you finally convince him he won’t break you, he gives in. He pushes his cock in slowly and you both gasp at the feeling. He’s holding you close to him; your arms and legs are wrapped around his body.

“I love you baby” Your hands caress his scruffy cheek, looking in his eyes, feeling each stroke of his cock gently thrusting into you. He kisses you deeply, trailing little kisses down your neck, moving down to your boobs. He takes your nipple gently in his mouth, suckling softly, moaning when your back arches, letting him take more in his mouth.

“I can’t wait for these to swell babydoll, you’re gonna look so beautiful with your boobs full and my baby in your tummy”

“More Bucky, please baby, more” You’re already clenching around him, moaning when he starts to hit deeper, your walls fluttering around his cock. He’s grinding into you, the trimmed hair at the base of his cock rubbing into your sensitive skin.

“Fuck baby, if you weren’t pregnant already, I’d be filling you with my babies over and over again, can’t get enough of these perfect tits baby, you’re so beautiful, my pretty little mama”

He’s so in love with you, he feels pleasure throughout his whole body when he’s with you like this. He can’t hold off any more, you’re clinging onto him, your walls clenching and fluttering, desperate to milk his cock empty.

“C-cum with me babygirl, want you to cum with me” He panting on top of you, rocking his hips, pressed flush against you. Your chest is heaving, back arching as your orgasm washes over you crying out for him and he can’t help himself when you’re tempting him like this. He’s desperately sucking your nipples, whining as he stills, his cock throbbing ropes of cum into you.

He cradles you while you both fall asleep, he still can’t believe you’re all his.

Second Trimester

He’s so in love with your little baby bump. He loves the way your little tummy gently protrudes out under his Henley. Your nipples have started to swell more and that’s all he can stare at when you’re in just one of his shirts and nothing else. Tony and Sam have had to flick his ear on more than one occasion because he drooled a little while completely zoning out of a conversation. Steve’s too excited to be an uncle to notice his friend’s antics.

You’re rarely out of his sight unless he has to go away on missions (he has forbidden to let you go on any, there’s no way he’ll let anything happen to his angel and the little baby in her belly). As soon as he’s home, he’s sprinting out of the jet, off to find you. The rest of the team can’t help but giggle at how adorably in love he is with you; he wants to spend every single minute wrapped around you.

He finds you reading a book in bed, wearing nothing but a comfy t-shirt of his. He drops his bags at the door; his head is immediately under your shirt, kissing your tummy.

“Hello my little angel” You giggle, feeling the scruff of his face tickles your skin, peppering kisses all over growing bump, “Time to say hi to your beautiful mama” He momentarily comes out of your shirt to kiss you deeply, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“Hey my pretty baby” He’s kissing every inch of your face, loving the way you’re glowing. He takes a few minutes to kiss you, but you both know how much he’s holding back from devouring you right now. Your perky buds are firm and sensitive, responding to his touch when he brushes his fingers on top of them. He slips your shirt off, kissing you from your forehead, all the way down to where he’s missed you the most.

“Fuck….” He’s gently tugging and swirling his tongue around your nipples, they’re not even full yet and they feel so good in his mouth. “Can’t wait for these to fill with milk baby, will you still let me suck them?” He’s peeking up at you through his dark lashes, his perfect pink pouty lips sealed around you, his mouth full and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes your lips.

He’s been away for a while and he feels so needy for you. He knows you won’t say no but he’s practically begging anyway.

“Please will you let me suck them baby, won’t be able to control myself when they’re full, your skin is so soft, -fuck” His eyes roll back when he moves onto the other nipple, his mind running through wild fantasies. He pulls off with a pop, licking his lips before crashing his lips onto yours

“Need it baby, want you to fill my mouth when these pretty tits are swollen, don’t give a fuck if anyone’s around, just feel what you do to me when you look like this mama” He guiding your hand to his rock hard length, straining against his tactical pants.

He isn’t sure where the need to have his cock between your tits came from but all his clothes are on the floor within seconds and he’s hovering above you. You’re smirking up at him, you love when he gets this desperate for you, the slightest touch setting him off. He’s careful not to let his full weight on you, his thick heavy cock resting perfectly between your boobs. You squeeze them together, letting him rut his cock, his head thrown back, moaning at the silky smooth feeling of your skin.

“Oh God baby, so good, so fucking good” He’s mesmerized at the way the head of his cock disappears between your perky buds, slipping in and out between them, his precum making it easy for him to thrust. He’s cumming within minutes, high pitched whines leaving his lips as he watches ropes of cum decorate your perfect boobs, (he definitely took a picture of that).

The mess as been cleaned up and exhaustion is taking over, your needy boyfriend falls asleep with his lips right against your nipple and if you think he’s insatiable now…

Third trimester

He swallows thickly.

You’re standing in the kitchen, one hand supporting your back, the other under your baby bump. You’re in a little sundress, the summer heat making you grumpy and pouty. You’re exhausted, your feet hurt, your face feels puffy your boobs are so swollen and heavy. They’re so fucking full and you just need some relief.

Seeing you barefoot and pregnant, filled with his baby, Bucky is FERAL. Thor’s hammer wouldn’t be able to hold him down. He has his eyes trained on you as he stalks towards you, holding you from behind. His large hands lift your baby bump, easing some of the weight you’re carrying and the sound that leaves your lips is sinful.

“Thank you baby, s’good” You moan at the feeling of relief, your head thrown back on his shoulder, eyes closed. Bucky’s eyes are trained on the way your boobs are nearly spilling out of your dress. You’ve worn it before, its adorable. But now? In Bucky’s eyes? With the way you’re nearly pouring out of this dress with your full tummy and swollen breasts, you’d think he’d seen you in lacy lingerie.

He turns you around and easily lifts you onto the counter. Your tired pouty face is just egging him on even more, you look so sweet, innocent and unbelievably sexy, he just wants to ruin you. He cards his hand through your hair, grazing your scalp while his metal hand rubs your belly.

“Aww, is my doll tired carrying my baby, did I fill you up too much angel?” He coos, watching your face relax from the coolness of his hand. You can already tell where his mind is wandering, his hand dropping the strap of your dress.

“Bucky….we’re in the kitchen, someone might walk in…”

“Baby, I can’t, you know what you do to me, just a taste baby, just a little, fuck baby, look at how swollen they are…” He frees one of your breasts, his metal arm snaking around to hold you close to him. The coolness makes you shiver and your nipples perk up even more and Bucky is in absolute heaven.

Close to due date

“Oh god….” He rasps out, it almost comes out as a whimper. Bucky rubs his eyes a bit, bilking while staring at you, his jaw slack, You’re pouting, grumbling, waddling around the closet, with two very prominent dark wet patches on Bucky’s Henley.

“I can’t stop leaking” You huff, throwing your shirt to the ground, trying to find a new one to change into. Bucky’s staring at you, not a damn thing you said has registered since he’s seen the wetness on your shirt. And now you’re not wearing anything, just standing there with milk practically dripping off your swollen nipples.

You’ve done it. You’ve broken your boyfriend. Hydra went through all the struggles to get him under control, but the way you look right now. The man is ready to comply.

“Let me help you baby”

You look at him quizzically as he takes you and lays you gently on the bed. His nose nudges your nipple, his eyes pleading, he can’t even think straight to ask you what he wants. A smirk plays on your lips while his lips brush your leaking chest.

“Please? Just let me…” His tongue flicks your nipple and he groans at the droplet of sweet liquid. You nod and he wastes no time taking your boobs into his mouth, gently suckling and lapping, loving the drops of warmth that coat his tongue. He’s gently rubbing your sore tummy; he can’t believe your little one is going to be here soon.

“Gonna feed our baby so well angel, fuck…”

The feeling of his tongue toying and tugging your sensitive nipples is overwhelming; you need to feel him all over. You start off on top, his feet planted so he can gently fuck you while admiring you absolutely angelic you look. You’re so full of his baby, your perfect tits bouncing in his face. He’s supporting you, holding your hips and the sides of your belly telling you how gorgeous you look. He doesn’t want to tire you so he shifts you to lie on your side.

He’s so careful with you, thrusting into you from behind. He’s kissing your shoulder, his hand pawing at your swollen chest, panting into your neck. Your body is so soft and warm, the baby is going to be here soon and you should be the emotional and hormonal one but he can’t help his eyes getting steamy. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to wash over you, your moans muffled into your pillow while Bucky bites down onto your shoulder.

You mumble an “I love you” before letting sleep quickly take over and Bucky is more than happy to tuck you under the covers. You’ve fallen asleep, but his head is resting on your belly, he has to say good night to his sweet little one first.

“Come soon angel, I can’t wait to meet you”

-

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[harlowcomehome]

Hazel & Jade studio days:

Requested by anon! ☺️

Jack was having his home studio renovated and it was becoming more and more frustrating for him.

He slammed his cell phone down on the table, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“What happened baby?” You walked over to him and massaged his shoulders.

“I thought the target date for the studio was this weekend, and now they are saying it’s another damn week to put everything in. I asked why nobody was here right now and he didn’t have a fucking answer for me.”

“Did they explain the delay?”

“He just said that it was a scheduling conflict and that the team would return the advance but you know it’s not about money, it’s my time being wasted and the fact that I need to get this feature turned in soon” he sighed. “Someone will be here tomorrow though.”

Hazel and Jade came into the living room both holding their dolls.

“Can we have a princess tea party?” Hazel asked excitedly and Jade jumped up and down.

Jack always felt guilty having to work, and you knew he wasn’t in the mood to explain why he couldn’t, so you jumped in while he was on the phone booking studio time.

“Daddy has to work but I’ll have a tea party with you two!” you nodded and they both looked slightly disappointed as they trailed off to their rooms.

“I feel so bad” he massaged his temples, he hated disappointing you or the girls.

“Don’t!” You kissed his lips, “finish that feature.” You slapped his butt as he walked off to get his keys.

Before he could turn around to find them and say goodbye both Hazel and Jade walked into the living room with their backpacks on.

“We’re going with you, daddy!” Jade looked up at him and he gave you a look that screamed “Help me.”

“Girls, Daddy has to go to work but when he gets home maybe we can have another tea party then” You looked at Jack who nodded in agreement.

“What if we go with Daddy to the studio and we are super quiet and don’t disturb him at all?” Hazel begged with her hands clasped together.

“Please?” They both looked at you with pleading eyes and pouty lips.

Jack thought for a moment, his hand scratching his beard. “If you girls promise to let me get work done, we can come home and have a princess tea party.”

“Are you sure?” You mouthed which he shrugged to with a smile.

“Mommy? Can we all go? Please” Hazel pouted and you gave in.

“Firstly, what do the two of you have in your backpacks?”

“Coloring books, colored pencils and cookies” Hazel shrugged.

“Oh my gosh,” Jade rolled her eyes and unzipped her backpack. “Just toys and fruit snacks! Can we go?” She was extremely impatient just like you.

The four of you got into the car and drove to a studio that was about 15 minutes from your house, you made sure to explain to the girls that they needed to let Jack focus and play with their toys as quietly as possible.

“Mommy, we’ve been to a studio before” Hazel reminded you.

“I know bug, just a reminder.”

When you got inside you gave Jack a kiss knowing he was about to fully get into work mode while you sat on the couch and watched the girls as they played with their dolls.

After about an hour the girls started to get bored and Jack could see that, he was essentially done anyway and knew he could just come back tomorrow to finish it all.

“Hey girls, come here” he took his headphones off and motioned for them to walk over to him.

“Wanna record some stuff?” He smiled and you did too, watching as your two daughters ran over to him.

Hazel loved being able to record with Jack, she had done it many times over the last few years, she wanted to be a singer and the two of you encouraged that.

For Jade, she was just happy to be included. She mumbled a few words but mainly giggled into the mic.

“Perfect! Beautiful!” Jack laughed as you sneakily took a few photos.

“Hazel sings good!” Jade jumped up and down.

“Thanks sissy! Maybe you can be backup vocals next time?”

Jade just nodded having zero idea what that meant.

“Ready to go? It’s tea party time” He asked them both as all of you got ready to leave the studio.

You couldn’t stop smiling as the four of you walked to the car.

“Daddy! I love studio days!” Jade giggled and you knew she didn’t necessarily like the studio, she just liked spending time with her dad.

“Oh yeah?” Jack smiled as you finished buckling Jade into her car seat.

“I think I’ll love tea parties too though” she mumbled and Hazel just laughed at her little sister's antics.

“Can we paint your nails daddy?” Jade continued to ramble.

“Sure” Jack shrugged, smiling at her through the rear view mirror.

“Mommy, do you love studio days?” Hazel asked excitedly.

“I do! I really do” you smiled at Jack, placing your hand on his thigh and giving it a soft squeeze.

Jack wanted to make a joke about Hazel being conceived in a recording studio but he thought it was better if he didn’t ruin the moment, he’d just tell you later between the two of you.

#Jack Harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #Jack Harlow fanfiction #dad! jack harlow

[keiwook]

HOW ZB1 WOULD COURT YOU IN HIGHSCHOOL

pairing zb1 x gn!reader

genre fluff

warnings mentions of snacks in hanbin and gyuvin’s

masterlist<3

— zhang hao

him serenading you in a school show

in the midst of playing, his eyes meet yours and he grins, continuing to play the most beautiful violin solo known to man

you don’t ask for it but he gives his autograph 🤷

psst, he’ll let you sign his 10mil won violin (but just a tiny signature)

— sung hanbin

he gets so smiley when he bumps into you at the hallway

laughs a little too loud at your jokes

like, i think his laugh echoes

brings you lunch that he prepared (can he cook 🤔?)

insists on feeding you

“say ‘aaah..’ here comes the airplane!”

— seok matthew

will accompany you EVERYWHERE

even if it’s just a short walk to the toilets

and he just waits outside looking all ‘🤨’ with his arms crossed and stuff

then you come back and he becomes ‘🤗’

you think he’s all smiley to everyone but in reality its only for you

a ‘you’ smile iykwim

— shen ricky

we all know he’s young and rich

but instead of expensive items, he brings you a bunch of love letters that have cute stickers

cursive writing cause that’s his favourite type of font now

refers to himself as ‘lovelicky’ in the letters 🥹

and you find random notes everywhere; your locker, books, etc.

and they usually contain compliments like ‘u look cute :)’

— park gunwook

class president wookie makes sure you get all the notes from days that you’re absent

he also insists to be your project partner every time

he’d learn origami just to make you origami cranes and flowers 🤭

helps you with studies aswell

claims that studying with you helps him absorb information better

— kim taerae

he always ends up being partnered up with you for everything

legit spawns out of nowhere 😀

follows your lead and follows you literally everywhere that he looks like a lost puppy

if he messes something up, he redoes it cuz he doesn’t wanna disappoint you

“i guess we’re teamed up again..” “you don’t even take this class..??”

— kim gyuvin

he has many snacks that he only gives to people he likes

so he gives you a bag of his favourite kinds

steals some from you even though he has a whole suitcase of them 🤫

“omg, look there! ricky’s doing something funny!” “where??”

you turn back around to see him almost finishing your snacks

“you already have loads of them!” “okay, and? you were looking at ricky and not me 🤨”

— kim jiwoong

jokingly (kinda) flirts with you every chance he gets

like slides in and leans against the wall with a 😏

“are you wifi? cause i’m totally feeling a connection”

this goes on alot throughout the day

also gifts you pink roses every week 🌹

— han yujin

he bugs you almost everyday for notes and homework help

loves to poke your cheek just for fun while you’re trying to revise

sometimes it gets annoying but he always gets you smth in return (e.g. strawberry milk 🫣)

turns out he already knows how to do all these questions

he just wants an excuse to spend more time with you 🥲

© keiwook

#💫—keiwook workz #zb1 fluff #zb1 imagines #zb1 reactions #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 scenarios #zerobaseone #zb1 drabbles #zb1 zhanghao #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #zb1 sung hanbin #zb1 hanbin #zb1 matthew #zb1 seok matthew #zb1 ricky #zb1 park gunwook #zb1 gunwook #zb1 kim taerae #zb1 kim gyuvin #zb1 kim jiwoong #zb1 han yujin #zb1 zhang hao #zb1 shen ricky #zb1 yujin #zb1 gyuvin #zb1 taerae #zb1 jiwoong #zhanghao

[zedleaked]

Please share your Goshi headcanons I wanna know so badly now that you mentioned it.

Oh boy you just unleashed the demons I hope you know what you've done... /j

anyways like a whole google docs page worth of headcanons incoming...

Enjoy I guess :3 ...

A really slow developing relationship especially since Ryoma is afraid of getting close to people and Gonta is inexperienced with relationships

They collect bugs together!! Ryoma likes to help Gonta out by using shukuchi method to catch fast bugs…

They tend to spend a lot of time in nature, mostly because Gonta likes to look at bugs and plants… Ryoma doesn’t mind, he likes the breath of fresh air.

They go on walks often and Gonta likes to point out and explain stuff he sees… Ryoma likes to listen to him ramble…

Ryoma is the type of guy to put a bug outside if he sees one, sometimes he brings it to Gonta if he sees one in his room.

Ryoma sometimes plays tennis with Gonta, he’s not surprised at how hard his serves are, but he could work on his aim more… He likes how Gonta doesn’t mind when he wins

With Gonta, Ryoma is at his most vulnerable… he feels so safe with him,,, sobs…

They really like to hold hands… Ryoma’s hands are always cold and Gonta’s are always warm… Ryoma loves the feeling of just having his hand completely warmed and covered by the other’s… [though Gonta flinches at how cold af his hands are SOBS]

Gonta respects Ryoma’s boundaries and tries his best not to impulsively touch him [sometimes he does it by accident but he quickly apologises],,, eventually he gets comfortable enough to display affection more physically.

Ryoma likes to pat Gonta whether it's on the shoulder, back [and sometimes head!!] Gonta tends to make a little ‘mph!’ sound when this happens and it makes Ryoma all flustered…

Ryoma’s a little adverse to PDA, at least when it comes to kissing and such, that stuff is more intimate to him,,, only he and Gonta deserve to see that…

Cuddling… yes… Ryoma is so small in Gonta’s hold,, it's so comforting

Ryoma has quite a few scars from getting involved with the mafia and such… Gonta notices them but remembers once that kissing a wound would make it feel better! So sometimes when they’re alone he presses little kisses on Ryoma’s scars…

[this one is actually referenced in salmon team] Ryoma likes to hear the breathing of someone sleeping next to him [not in a weird way] he sees it as a sign that the other is alive and well… one day, Ryoma tells this to Gonta so now sometimes when they’re cuddling, Gonta whispers nice things to him while the other thinks he’s asleep…

Gonta also sometimes giggles and mumbles in his sleep which makes Ryoma happy to hear…

Gonta gets lost in fantasies a lot, when he’s with Ryoma he might ask him to act them out with him… Ryoma doesn’t mind a bit, he finds it pretty endearing actually…

When he gets closer to Ryoma he tends to be more intimate when it comes to his fantasies [not like that…] like asking to roleplay being a married couple or having a kid… this makes Ryoma flustered as hell but he tries to play along as genuinely as he can [this is probably how Altas happened LMAO]

Asexual solidarity!!! [though… they have experimented a little,,, they are not completely adverse to being a little silly at times :3]

will you get more self indulgent goshi shit in the future? Yeah... sobs...

#ask #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #v3 #goshi #ryoma hoshi #gonta gokuhara #danganronpa headcanons #Zed's art

[blacktobackmesa]

I've always found the parts like Tommy's wonderment at "you built this? This, this whole world?" And darnolds "Might as well, Darnold supposed, he’d built the damn house, Darnold just chose all the furniture and lived in it." - I think its a really interesting concept of these guys living in a world that was built completely by one of their friends. Maybe its too broad or vague but do u have any more thoughts on this? Sorry I just rly like streamman and have been rereading (*´`)

Yes! I have lots of thoughts on this, and if you come up with a more specific question I'd be happy to answer that too. But as it is, I do have things to say about this!

One thing I think about is this little moment in Start Again, where Coomer comes home to their new place with groceries for the first time. it passes very quickly.

A struggle between Bubby’s grouchiness and his curiosity always tended to end in the latter’s favor. He rustled through two bags before finding his prize. “They had Bug Juice?” Coomer gave an eager nod. “That stuff isn’t always easy to find, you know. I was lucky to find it in such a small store!” Bubby pursed his lips. “Lucky is one word for it, I guess.”

And then they just go on with putting the groceries away. Bubby's not excited that the store happened to carry his favorite drink, and he's not moved that Gordon put that much thought into the world. Gordon has lost his trust at this point, so instead of this being a thoughtful touch, it's unsettling. If your friend remembers your favorite food, it's sweet. If someone who isn't your friend does-- or someone who you thought was your friend, but turns out to be a stranger who had you in a web of lies and was filming you without your knowledge or consent-- it can charitably be called creepy. What does he have to gain from combing through his footage, finding the things that would keep Bubby complacent?

Of course, it's really not all that nefarious. Gordon just knows that his friends have nowhere else to go, so he wants to be a good host. He didn't build this place to be a Coraline Otherworld that's too tempting to leave, he built it so they could continue to exist. If they want to go somewhere else and it's possible, that's their choice. He just wants his door to be open for them.

All that being said, later on the extended Science Team totally likes to use the fact that Gordon was the project lead on their world whenever they want to prove a point. Which is frequently.

"He's still not dressed for the ceremony?! God, how can the man pull a functional plane of reality out of his ass and not know how to tie a windsor knot?"

"Hey, I-- first of all, I didn't build the program all by myself, I had help."

"Do you need to set up a Kickstarter or something to teach you how to dress like a god damn professional?"

"BUBBY."

#gordon streamman #go grandbub go [bubby] #3…2…1…gordon! [gordon] #this post really became the bubby and gordon show here but its not all about them #ask

[nekoannie-chan]

Love or curse?

Title: Love or curse?

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 579 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: You and Steve hate each other, or not?

Major Tags: Love bug, curse.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @sweetspicybingo, Sweetheart Bingo Card & square 4:

"Love bug.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3.

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You ran as fast as you could to escape; although you had failed to obtain the Darkhold, you had obtained another important element. You mentally cursed Steve, telling him that you were not the right one for the mission, but he insisted, and of course, everyone listened to him.

But you couldn't stand it, simply because you owed Fury a favor by agreeing to be on the team, not to mention the fact that it seemed Tony had deliberately put you on the missions as a pair.

"Did you bring it?" Steve asked as soon as he saw you.

"Obviously no; I told you we needed a telepath or someone who could open portals; Morgan almost got me; I'm lucky I got out unharmed, but I brought the rest of the stuff," you said, completely annoyed. The only thing he had done all this time was to stay outside on "guard duty."

"We need..."

"Then go and get it," you spat, already tired of Steve's attitude towards you.

"Natasha would have brought it no matter what."

"Then go get her and make her bring it."

"You have powers..."

"And you're a super soldier; I'm only helping them because Fury asked me to; you're unbearable." You started to walk.

None of you realized that Morgan had seen everything; she knew what you had come for; she had even allowed you to take some things; she smiled when she saw you arguing and then recited some words. You never realized that she had bewitched you.

You couldn't stop thinking about Steve that night in the shower, but this time it was different.

On the other hand, Steve couldn't stop thinking about you either. The next morning, he got up very early to go for a run, but as soon as he saw the bakery with some cupcakes decorated with hearts, he didn't hesitate and went in to buy them, remembering that he had seen you eating those kinds of cupcakes several times.

"I brought you this," Steve said, offering you the box of muffins, which you took.

"Do you have any plans for Friday night?" You asked.

"Only if you have plans."

"Then I'll see you at eight."

"I'll be on time."

You closed the door. Lorna was looking at you confusedly from the other side of the screen. Steve had interrupted the video call they were having.

"Have you asked someone out? That doesn't sound like you," Lorna commented in surprise. "Who was it?"

"Steve," you replied without paying much attention.

"Steve Rogers?" Lorna was beginning to suspect that something strange was going on, probably as a result of the mission you had told her about, but before she did anything, she wanted to talk to someone who knew a lot about it.

"What do you know about this mission?" Nico asked.

"Not much; they were going for a book, and that it was a place where I think there was a sorceress or something like that," Lorna replied.

"Maybe it's Morgan... I think they have a curse; I'll have to find out how."

"Wait, no, maybe we should just leave it at that."

"But... " 

"Y/N deserves to be happy; there's a chance that deep down they actually liked each other."

All week long, you and Steve had been flirting; even the rest of the team was starting to get suspicious.

"Well, they say there is only one step from hate to love," Natasha commented to Clint.

#sweetheart bingo #valentine's day #valentine's special #steve rogers x reader

[goldfishontheceiling]

TEAM E-SCOPE (+ Owen) BEACH HEADCANONS!!

Pronouns for these HCs:

Izzy: She/They/Xe (Izzy uses neoprounouns it's canon I'm Fresh TV /j)

Eva: She/He

Owen: He/Him

Noah: He/They

Izzy:

- insists on driving (do NOT let her drive!!)

- loves sitting in the front

- stares out the window or sings along to the radio most of the car ride

- begs Eva to stop at the gas station

- xe always gets sour gummy worms

- no sour gummy worms? sour patch kids

- no sour patch kids? sweedish fish

- no sweedish fish? RIOT

- absolutely LOVES the water

- they go out super deep and scare the shit out of everyone

- chases the icecream truck until xe gets the whole group icecream

- *borrows bridgette's surboard* *tries to surf* *fails miserably*

- 100% brings googles

- likes catching fish with their bare hands (or teeth)

-she splashed Eva once (and got thrown headfirst into Owen's sandcastle as a result)

- collects seashells

- tries to take home crabs as pets

- a little more chill on the ride home but this is Izzy we're talking about xe's never chill

Eva:

- designated driver (has road rage)

- *aggressively honks horn* "DRIVE FASTER BITCH"

- always gets some chocolate and a coffee at the gas station

- hates the radio but plays it for Izzy (she keeps the mp3 player on standby incase it gets too bad)

- mostly swims with Izzy or plays volleyball

- *plays volleyball with some strangers* *gets mad and chucks the ball at one of their faces*

- tries to relax (emphasis on the tries)

- she knows cpr!!

- he gets salt water and/or sand in her eyes everytime

- will yell at you (lovingly) if you forget to put on sunscreen

- he makes sure everyone drinks water (no Izzy ocean water doesn't count) and stays hydrated!!

- wears sunglasses pretty much the entire time

- will make sure nobody tracks sand into the car

Owen:

- sits in the back with Noah

- he gets everyone to play "I spy" with him (Izzy can't focus, Noah's half asleep, and Eva's more focused on trying not to scream then things that are the color yellow)

- if the others are busy/don't want to play he usually whips out the DVD player

- did I mention that he collects DVDs? his favorite movies are cloudy with a chance of meatballs, toy story, and ratatouille

- always gets gummy sharks or jolly ranchers

- Owen packs the best snacks and brings things they all like (strawberries, veggie straws, goldfish, cheez its, etc)

- he even made sandwiches and fruit salads!!

- the water's nice and all, but the SAND!!

- he makes the best sand castles

- since Owen canonically has 3 brothers, he knows a lot of games (sand castle building contest, marco polo, "who can dig the deepest hole in 5 minutes," etc)

- gives the seashells he finds to Izzy

- speaking of Izzy, xe burries Owen in the sand atleast once everytine they go

Noah:

- he ususally drives for shorter trips, but long car rides make him tired

- you can not convince me that this man doesn't latch on to Owen like a koala when he naps

- Owen angles the DVD player somewhere they could both see incase Noah wakes up

- at first, Noah just reads a book (or stares out the window when he gets carsick) but he always ends up falling asleep at some point

- whenever they stop at the gas station, Owen always makes sure to get something for Noah

- they always bring their book with them to the beach

- he protects that book like a lifeline

- once he either finishes the book or the others bug him enough, THEN he does stuff

- Izzy always tries to convince them to get in the water

- 9 times out of 10 he says no

- but on the occasional times they say yes, they almost drown

- Owen carries Noah pretty much everywhere lmao

- he doesn't really like water (and no I won't be making an IOTS refrence no matter how tempting it is)

- they help Owen with his sand castle!!

- Noah isn't much of a beach person but that doesn't mean he can't have fun

- and ofc he falls back asleep on the ride back

#noah total drama #total drama noah #noah td #td noah #td owen #owen td #owen total drama #total drama owen #eva td #td eva #total drama eva #eva total drama #izzy total drama #total drama izzy #izzy td #td izzy #team escope #td team escope #team escope td #total drama headcanons #td headcanons #gotta love me some headcanons

[natsglorifiedsimp]

Hiii! I'd like to make a request for a mama!Nat x daughter!reader story.

Reader's been diagnosed with a heart problem and she needs to have a surgery and while r's in the surgery Natasha almost loses it from worry and has a panick attack because she's scared for the reader and the team or whoever you want has to reassure her that everything will be okay and tell her sweet things about how reader's a fighter just like her mama and things like that.

Then Natasha fully relaxes after the doctor tells her that reader's okay and she runs at full speed to her daughter's side.

I hope it's okay with you and if you don't like the idea you can just ignore it. It's okay if you don't want to write it :)

Omgg HIIIII!! Not me getting a request to someone i follow😭 i hope you like this :> and thank you for your request ehhehehehe hii again lmaooo

IM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK LONGGG 😭

Heart went oops

A/n: Hiiii everyoneee if you guys have request feel free to share <3 IM LAUGHING MY ASS OFF WITH THE TITLE😭 IM SO SORRY I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING LMAOOOO

And reminder the medical stuff here is not true. I don't know if this is right or wrong but most definitely the wrong lmaoooo

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She's so pretty I'm gonna die

~~~

"No, Uncle Sam. Stop" you whined, running away from your Uncle who was currently chasing you down with a bug in hand. Well, that's what you taught he had. But he didn't have any on her hands.

The other members know your hate of bugs but they also knew you find it funny when they tease you with it.

However, you came to a halt when you suddenly felt like you were running out of breath. You tried to normalize your breathing but every breath you take was not enough to fill your lungs. And then your heart started to feel like someone is squeezing it. Your breathing became ragged, your sweaty even from a minute of run you did with Uncle Sam.

"You okay, y/n?" Sam asked, concerned at your state. All the team looked at what stopped the commotion you and Sam had.

"My— my chest— hu- hurts" you stutteringly said. "I can't— I can't breathe"

"Guys! I need help here!" Sam panicked. Everyone came in a minute, especially your Mom.

"What's wrong?" Nat asked, assessing your state. You felt dizzy everything was not how it was supposed to look. Everything was spinning.

"She said she can't—" Before Sam could say anything you went limp in your mother's arms.

~~~

Everyone rushed you to the med bay. All of them with worry on their faces, especially your Mom.

She looked like she was gonna burst. Her jaws were locked and her eyes were with fear.

All of them knew that look, it means she's gonna yell at somebody. Who is somebody?

Sam.

"What did you do?!" Natasha boomed after they were told to stay outside. Each one of them flinched in fear.

"We were just messing—"

"YOU ARE ALWAYS MESSING AROUND AND NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!" She cut him off, pointing her finger at Sam. "Now what's gonna happen huh? She's there and we don't know what's —"

She was cut off by a doctor of the med bay. "Ms. Natasha. Y/n's Mom right?"

"Yes, How is she?" she said, voice quivering.

"She had a heart attack and needed surgery. She has a heart condition that only appeared as she got older that is why you guys might not have known. She is still in the OR. We'll know more after the surgery"

Nat didn't have the time to thank the doctor before he could go back and assist the other doctors. Her head whipped in Sam's direction with furrowed eyebrows.

"LOOK—" Before she could shout and take all her anger to Sam, her breaths suddenly didn't reach her lungs. "She—"

"Nat, calm down" Wanda knew where this was happening.

"I didn't—" Her breaths were uneven. She's looking everywhere but nowhere. Her mind was in a haze. Why didn't I know?

"Natasha, we all didn't know. Just like the doctor said. It's not your fault." Wanda comforted her.

Despite all the words that have been said, it was all muffled by Natasha. Wanda sat the crying and panicking redhead down. Matras of "it's okay" comes out of her mouth to try and soothe the distressed assassin.

After a few hours, Natasha fell asleep on Wanda's shoulders. A doctor suddenly went out of the operating room and all gazes were on the doctor's way, waiting for his updates.

Nat was quick to sense that something was happening in her haze of sleep. Opening her eyes, she immediately stood up seeing the doctor.

"How is she?" she frantically asked.

"Your daughter is okay now Ms. Romanoff. Her surgery went well and she is now awake. You can enter the room now." The doctor calmly stated.

Natasha ran to the door and you flinched at the sudden noise. Your mom ran to your side and gave you a tight hug, apologizing after hearing yoy hiss in pain.

"Are you okay?" your mom quivered. You knew she was crying her eyes were bloodshot and tear-stained cheeks were evident on her face.

"Yeah, mom. I'm okay, just peachy" you chuckled. "I'm sorry I worried you"

"You're fine that's all that matters" she sighed in relief.

Or do you want a soup?"

All the team wished and kiss you on the head for a fast recovery and also say they love you. Everyone knew its a sign to leave and gave you and your mother some space after all that panicking earlier.

"Do you want anything?" she asked. "Maybe some ice chips? Ice cream?"

"Mom-"

"Snacks?"

"Mo-"

"or do you want some soup?"

"Mom!" you heaved.

"What?"

"I want cuddles"

Natasha relaxed and smiled.

"Alright, cuddles it is"

[roxannarambles]

Rough Legends Arceus/Volo Headcanon Notes

While playing through Legends Arceus, while I was bored grinding out research tasks I amused myself with developing headcanons for the game.

These are for an OC in the player role/player is not Akari, though. (It's for my character June, who was a Bug Catcher while she was growing up, never did the gym circuit in her region, just liked bugs and casual pokemon battles and hanging out with her pokemon. She was attending her local junior college when she got snatched by the Void)

Headcanons focused on June & her "friendship" with Volo.

They chat about her work with Galaxy. She doesn't actually enjoy it much. She loves pokemon, sure, and the nature's pretty, but the survey work is tedious, lonely, boring, dirty, hazardous, etc. Pokemon research sounds fun in theory but not in practice-- not in ancient Hisui, anyway. The research tasks the Professor assigns her seem so arbitrary and weird, there are very few people in the Survey Corps who are brave or skilled enough to help her out so she usually works alone, she lacks all the conveniences of modern civilization, etc. Camping out for a week in the bogs and going to bed each night caked in mud and slime, not able to bathe 'til you get back to the village, so forth.

Volo comments, 'Well they must pay you handsomely at least?' No, the pay isn't that great, most money she makes is from stuff she picks up off the ground. But, well, at least they're housing and feeding her. It's something.

He calls her sky child.

She remembers her life from before she fell here. She doesn't know why she came to be here, and why that weird phone appeared along with her. She half-remembers a weird pokemon that she dreamed about while in the rift, but she can't remember what it said to her. It was probably just a dream, anyway.

The phone is weird. It has a map of the area, and icons light up sometimes, and she also gets texted mysterious messages. She thinks maybe she accidentally fell through a portal to another realm, but the presense of this phone makes her suspect it's more than that. Did a person intentionally create a portal and push her through it? And now they're ordering her around with this phone? They seem to want her to study the pokemon here.

She doesn't like being used.

The phone has a Notes app. She thought about using it to record her thoughts, but she's paranoid that whoever sent this phone could be spying, reading her notes. She doesn't know if writing on a paper journal is good idea either though, anyone here could find it. She's not sure who to trust here, they already seem so mistrustful of her, they'd likely rifle through her stuff. She wouldn't put it past them, anyway.

Eventually she asks Volo if he can get her a journal with a lock on it. If such a thing exists here. He seems very curious about her request, but doesn't push questions on her about it. A few days later, he appears, having procured her a leatherbound journal with a sturdy locked latch.

He keeps a copy of the key in secret.

Sometimes she camps out for many days in a row during her field work. It's often gruelling and lonesome. People from the Security Corps bring her meals sometimes and supplies to the campsite, but they are not always there-- they come and go. The pokemon professor drops by on occasion too but he's often busy with work back at the village. At night June sits in her tent and writes in her journal by the light of her phone. She can't even get attached to her pokemon, since her rearch forces her to constantly change her team. Supplies are precious, too, so she often can't afford to use tons of potions, and her pokemon faint a lot. They work as hard as she does, to the point of exhaustion, and she imagines they resent her for it.

"So how are things going with your Galaxy friends?"

She tells Volo about how most people in the village seem to act nice enough around her, or polite in the very least. But even after all of these weeks here, she can tell none of them trust her. She can see the looks they cast her, from the corner of her vision, the way they still whisper about her when they think she can't hear. Some are still openly mistrustful or hostile, like the Commander of the Security Corps, although most are a little more subtle. Either way, it's exhausting to deal with. She's worked herself to the bone for them, and they tell her, "you're a part of our family now, we have your back," but it's not true, she know it isn't true. And she's realized by now that no matter how hard she works, how many favors she grants, how many missions she fulfills, it's never going to be enough, is it? She'll always be a stranger here, always out of place.

Even the Pokemon Professor and Rei, the people who are friendliest to her in the village, she doesn't feel close to. They seem nice enough, but in the end they're just using her too, aren't they? To get their research done. So who's to say whether their kindness isn't conditional? It always seems conditional here, in this place. Maybe she's just paranoid, but it's hard to tell. It's hard not to resent them all. She feels scared and alone. She has no one here.

She tells all this to Volo. She's not sure why. Maybe because he seems like an impartial party. Maybe because he's the only one who doesn't look at her with the eyes of someone who's mistrustful. Maybe because he's just there and she has to tell somebody, she can't bear not truly talking to somebody anymore. He listens compassionately. Seems to understand. And tentatively, he tells her that if it pleases her to think it, he'd be happy to call her friend.

She's quiet for a while. So far, her rapport with the Gingko merchant over the weeks had been friendly, but she hadn't been sure whether it had qualified as friendship. He had been straightforward in the past that his motives were professional ones; being congenial with customers was just good business sense. Still, she had always liked to think perhaps it might become more than just being chummy with customers. He'd seemed like a genuinely nice person, and she'd always enjoyed their conversations.

She smiles and shyly thanks him, realizing she's maybe not entirely alone in this place. She's quiet a while, but soon says she wants to give him something. She digs through her satchel. She doesn't have much right now, but she pulls out a curious little fragment of stone, pretty and angular and red. She says she found it while exploring one of the space-time distortions that everyone else is too afraid to approach. He asks if she's sure she wants to give it to him. She says yes. He thanks her and promises he shall treasure it.

Later, he has a jewler turn it into a necklace. He makes sure to wear it all the time, usually beneath the folds of his clothing, so that one day June can 'accidentally' see it.

They run across each other at random times. He's always traveling, and so is she, but their paths always seem to cross eventually. They stop for a spell to chat whenever it happens.

He helps to teach her survival skills, sometimes, like cooking food out in the wild. She cannot always rely on the Survey Corps to bring her food, after all, especially when she's in a more far-flung area all alone. He tells her what fish are good for eating; Basculin are best, Magikarp are worst. He teaches her how to scale and gut and clean fish, how to cook them. He tells her that Sitrus berries are toxic when unrripe, how to find Razz berries, where to look for mushrooms. In turn, she brings him things she finds sometimes that are curious, old verses that Ursaluna dug up, shards of pottery, photos of ruins, strange pieces of colored glass.

One day, they see each other while out in the mirelands, and walk together for a time. He's on his way to gather caster ferns. She warns him not to head in that direction, an alpha has been patrolling there lately. He's never seen an alpha there before and has been to that spot dozens of times, hundreds by now, so he sort of just ignores her, insisting it will be fine, until they hear the cry echoing across the marsh and he stops.

"Er . . . perhaps . . . I will gather some other day."

She decides to catch the alpha so he doesn't have to do that. She's happy she can do something to help him out for once, since it always seems like he's the one helping her. She knows he only has Togepi, after all.

"So what have you been doing to pass the time here, June? When you finally have the chance to rest for a spell from all that survey work of yours, that is."

"Not much. Overthinking, mostly."

"I see . . ."

"What do you do to pass the time, when you're out traveling?"

"Probably much the same."

She looks to him, surprised. The comment had been dropped quietly, carelessly, and he seemed to quickly rebound.

"With all these mysteries to ponder, after all, I'd hardly have much chance to be bored!"

She isn't sure that's really what he'd meant, but she doesn't push it. He tells her he also reads quite a bit. They chat about books and he says he can loan her one of the ones he'd finished reading. He gives her a well-worn book, and when she opens it for a peek, a piece of paper slips out that he'd been using as a bookmark. When she picks it up, she sees there's a charcoal drawing of Togepi on it. It looks beautiful. She holds it up and asks Volo if he drew it.

He seems briefly distressed, but stifles the expression, admitting he did. She tells him he shouldn't be shy, it looks really good! He awkwardly thanks her, saying it was just idle scribbling, really.

When she reads the book later in her tent, she finds he's also left some notes scrawled in the margins. She suspects he's forgotten about them. She enjoys the book but finds his scribbled notes the most interesting part of the book.

When they meet again, they chat about the book she borrowed, discussing the story and characters. One day she asks him if he can teach her to draw. He seems in a rather laid-back mood and indulges her.

She tells him about the Arc phone, eventually. She usually doesn't whip it out in front of people, feeling reluctant to do that; she knows it's a strange piece of technology and it tends to make others uneasy of her, not to mention some might see it and think to steal it. But eventually she trusts Volo enough to show the device to him. It comes up in conversation when he finds her with her pokemon team, taking a group photo of them. (All Alpha Bug pokemon)

He's very curious about it. She shows him the map app, and how to use it. He picks up the basics quickly. He asks her how the technology works. She's not sure how to explain a tiny, pocket-sized computer to the people of this era. It doesn't help she has a poor understanding of how computers work, herself, even coming from an era with them. She gives a very stilted explanation of computer chips and computer code and how a ton of data can be crammed into a very small space. It's not a good explanation but he appreciates her trying. He asks what else her device can do. She shows him the camera app, they take a few photos and a selfie together. He's fascinated with it. What else can it do? There aren't a ton of apps on it, there's a clock, a notes app, a flashlight function . . . she switches the light on. Volo says that must be very handy. Does this device require fuel? She isn't sure. Normally phones do need an energy source, you need to plug them in to charge them, but there doesn't seem to be any charger for this phone. Not that she'd have a way to plug it in, if there were. She's been using this phone for weeks and it's yet to lose power, so she doesn't know if it's solar powered somehow or if it's some other energy source . . . she honestly doesn't know.

"So if you use this device for too long, it's possible that . . ."

"Yeah. It might die eventually, and then never work again. That's why I try not to use it too often."

She doesn't mention the weird text messages she gets on the phone, or the way icons light up on her map sometimes as objectives.

One time she comments Volo seems like a man with a lot of secrets.

"Who, me?" He holds his chin and acts as though he's thinking.

"Mmm, well. In my line of work, you get to know a lot of people. You must be good at small talk, getting to know your customers, and people do like to talk, so I end up hearing a lot of gossip . . . so I suppose I do know some secrets."

He asks June if she'd like to know any gossip and she says sure. He tells her that her Galaxy Commander, he sleeps with a Teddiursa plushie. She laughs. He asks now that she knows it, will she try and blackmail him? So that she could continue getting paid but no longer need to do this tedious survey work?

She says no. She'll have an easier time dealing with the jerk, just knowing the information now. She's not the sort to blackmail, anyway. Volo tells her that she's a good person. June isn't so sure.

He procures for her a bigger bag, like the ones the Gingko Guild use. It's much roomier than the tiny satchel. It's well worth the purchase.

During conversation with him June mentions one time that she gets cold easily and has been freezing her butt off lately during work. A few days later, Volo appears with a nice warm jacket and gloves for her, that fit her perfectly. She is very excited and grateful. He's always charged her for the things he gets her (although he sometimes offers a friendly discount) so she expects the same here. But when she asks how much she owes him, this time he says not to worry about it. She is flustered at first, saying they must have cost him a lot, is he sure . . . but he insists. It would not do him any good if his favorite customer died of hypothermia out in the wilds.

At the Coronet Highlands, there is a place called the Fabled Spring, a secret little alcove by a calm lake, with trees and soft grass and wildflowers. This is where Volo finds June laying there, staring out at the water, idly picking grass, looking very lost in thought.

"Fancy seeing you here."

She looks up in surprise. She asks what he's doing here and he responds he comes here for razz berries. He asks if he might join her, and she nods. He sits with her.

Conversation turns to the next Noble she's meant to face. She's nervous. He tells her he's sure she'll be fine, she handled the last one so well, after all.

She says it's getting harder each time. The last time, with the Arcanine, she got burned very, very badly, and she had to withdraw her first attempt. They had to carry her home. Back in Jubilife, they had a special medicine they used to help heal her, although it still took several days for her to recover.

"So you recovered fully?"

She did. It was a powerful medicine, made from an herb that was a pokemon. But she still remembers the pain of those burns. She returned and soothed the Noble on her second attempt. She's worried this next Noble will be even harder, though.

"Well . . . if it goes rough, all you need is more of Galaxy team's medicine and you'll be as right as rain again, right?"

Maybe. What if they run out of medicine though? She could tell it was precious to team Galaxy and rare, difficult for them to harvest and make. Or what if . . . something worse happens to her than just burns or a little paralysis. They are both quiet a while.

Volo eventually tells her he's sure everything will work out. He changes the subject so she won't dwell on her worries. Shares some leftover fish with her. She loves how it tastes. He has spices that Galaxy doesn't use. It's so much better than that potato mochi she's so tired of.

After she defeats the Electrode Noble, he asks her how it went. Surprisingly well. Easier than Arcanine. He acts pleased, told you it would be all right.

She's been thinking though, about the rift. Since the Commander keeps bringing it up. See, for now, Galaxy and June's goals are aligned. But they might not always be. And she knows this, and it troubles her. Galaxy wants to close the rift, eventually. But what if, in order for June to get home, she finds out she needs to leave the rift open? Or even . . . to widen it?

Could she do that? To leave everyone to that chaos and just bounce? Especially when she's the only one around here strong enough and brave enough to face frenzied Nobles?

Volo says it is an interesting conundrum she brings up. (She says she wouldn't use the word 'interesting' to describe it...) What would she do? he asks.

She doesn't know. It is a horrible thought, she doesn't think she can do it, just leave and screw everyone. Do that to a whole region, a whole group of people?? That'd be awful. But on the other hand. To not only never see her family ever again, but her entire world and timeline....to be stuck in what's to her, a backwater era that's super technologically primitive, among people she doesn't even like (well, except for you, you're pretty cool), to be forever displaced in time....it's....god, she doesn't know if she could face that either. She'd be out of place, out of time and a stranger her whole life, here.

After a span of silence she asks quietly,

"Would you blame me if I left?"

He murmurs a response so gently she almost doesn't hear.

"I wouldn't."

She gives him a bunch of colored fragments and stardust that she's collected.

"Take these, Volo, just . . . just in case."

He asks, what do you mean, June? She says, if things get bad, if worse comes to worst, you can sell these, maybe get out of the area altogether. You're a merchant, you must know how to get out of here in a hurry. So at least . . . you'd be safe . . .

"June--"

She explains she has a ton of money now, nobody ever wants to approach the rifts, and she collects the stuff there in droves. People are too afraid of the powerful pokemon there and of being sucked into the distortions. But she goes towards them, hoping the distortions will bring her home again. Picks up valuables while there. She still works for Galaxy but now not for the money. But because she needs them as allies for now. They are powerful. And she needs their help learning more about all these mysteries, so she can hopefully get home.

"It's just in case. Hopefully it never comes to that. And I may not even decide-- you know--"

"All right, June. I'll take them."

One hot day, June overworks herself to the point of nearly fainting. Volo finds her on the ground, dizzy and weak. He carries her to a safer place where pokemon are less likely to harass them, under the shade of a tree, gets her some food and water. Asks things such as when's the last time she's eaten, or bathed, or slept. She mumbles her answers. It's been days since she's slept any longer than ten minute stints, she was lost in areas with way too much pokemon activity to let her guard down.

"Days?!"

He starts to wash the grime from her face with a wet washcloth, chewing her out for letting the Galaxy people overwork her, and treating her for any less than she's worth (if those idiots realized how valuable an asset she really was, they should never do that, and she's worth her weight in gold), she has to take care of herself--

June starts to cry while being chewed out. Mostly from being overwhelmed from it all. He apologizes awkwardly, tries to comfort her, touching her face and telling her it will be okay. Dries her tears and washes her face, then wants to pull her hair back to help with her cooling down, has to brush her hair first but it's all snagged and caked with dried mud, he gets a comb from his bag and brushes it all out, carefully, so that it doesn't hurt her. Gets her to nap, eventually, convinces her he shall watch over while she sleeps. She is concerned he will be bored, he laughs, he's very much used to passing time. She tells him to look in her bag, she got a book she wanted to give to him next time she saw him.

He reads her diary while she sleeps.

She records her struggles. Her fears and confusion. How much she misses home, how estranged she is here. Her desperate attempts to figure things out, speculations. She hates the public bathhouse the town has, she hates the food, she hates the way everyone looks at her, she hates the cold, the mosquitoes, so many things. The weeks spent filthy in the bog before finally returning to town for a pathetic amount of research points. It's recorded here, so raw.

She talks about the townspeople she meets. Including the Gingko Guild trader named Volo. She analyzes him shrewdly, cautious about trusting anyone, including him. But he's caught her interest, enough to make note of it.

Her entries continie to talk about the professor and Rei a lot, the Commander, the 'stupid potato mochi resturuant jerk' (she hates the mochi too, just because it's all they ever eat), but she also writes about Volo. Mentions each time she comes across him.

He begins to show up in the diary more and more. She eventually says, 'He's the only one who's any fun to talk to, really,' saying that she finds his pure curiosity in investigating things to be refreshing, (as opposed to the Galaxy people, whose research is motivated by protection/safety but claims to be scientific; or the Pearl/Diamond clan's petty squabbles and nonsensical arguments) and his directness about his motivations refreshing too (he's a merchant, he's being friendly because it's good business). It stands in contrast to everyone else. The other Gingko guild folks are fine enough but not particularly engaged in talking with her, the way Volo is. And just not . . . hmm. The sort of person who's interesting, she supposes. He's engaging, intriguing. Still, June knows she musn't be too open with things when talking to him. She knows nothing about the charismatic merchant, nothing about anyone really, and she must be careful in this world.

"He never talks about his past. I often wonder why. I can tell he's carrying secrets, though. I try to ask him about his past, but he always deflects. Sometimes I think he's a criminal on the run from the law, and he's traveled to this region to avoid punishment. He could be a serial murderer, for all I know. Of course, he might simply not want to think about his past, perhaps something painful happened to him or his family. It could be many things, really. We all have our reasons for keeping secrets, I suppose . . . I won't try to push it, just see what he feels like sharing."

Volo begins to flip more hastily through the diary to directly hunt for mention of his name. He sees their interactions through her point of view now. He is pleased with the effectiveness of his infiltrations but also impressed with her attention to detail and her sharp observations and analyses and continued caution. Her descriptions of him stroke his ego and as the entries continue they grow more and more flattering, more and more detailed. He gets to the part where she is analyzing the comments he'd left in the margins of that novel.

June stirrs and he quickly puts the diary away.

When she recovers enough, she's embarassed she worked herself hard enough to get to that point, and is very apologetic to Volo. He tells her not to worry about it, it wasn't any trouble for him; she just had to promise him she'd take better care of herself in the future.

She is asked to quell the final Noble. She drags her feet getting around to it. She needs to earn a 5 Star Rank before they let her go there. She's earned plenty of research points for that but delays telling them, pretends she needs to get more research done.

She's trying to learn more. She's afraid once she quells the last one, the rift will close and she will never get home. She tells this to Volo. But she can't delay forever, she knows; sooner or later Team Galaxy will catch wise. The two settle on a plan; June will try to hunt for those plates and those verses with Ursaluna. And Volo will do what he can to find out more for her, too. They decide to meet up again in a week, choose a place and time.

Eventually, even with what info June turns up, it's not enough. And Volo has his own contacts, but they insist that they have nothing more to tell him. They are still no closer to understanding this mystery.

"In truth, June, it seems the best shot we have at learning more is for you to face this final Noble. Perhaps doing so will help us learn more about these strange frenzies. Perhaps the others are right and something may happen once you calm them all."

"Yeah . . . I was afraid you were going to say that."

He tells her that he's sorry he couldn't be of more help to her. She shakes her head, says it isn't his fault.

He tries to comfort her.

"Who knows, June. Perhaps nothing will happen when you calm the final one. Or something will, but the rift may not close, that's just pure speculation, something else could happen. Perhaps the Almighty will be pleased with your work and send you home!"

She chuckles.

"That's always possible. Although I dunno if I believe in Sinnoh."

"Oh? . . . I suppose an outsider has no real reason to. . ."

June apologizes and realizes it was probably a rude thing to say. He says that no, he's glad that she feels comfortable enough around him to be honest. She asks if he believes in Sinnoh. He says he knows it by a different name, but that he does indeed; he's studied it for most his life. 'What more proof do you need than this strange rift in the sky and the fact that you are here?' June explains her perspective. That portals to other realms are not beyond the realm of possibility. That she may not need the explanation of divine intervention for them. They simply may be an aspect of nature, the same way that the sky, the air, the trees, the sun are . . . and that strange lightning. Perhaps that is just a weird sort of weather. Odd that it strikes the Nobles, but uhm, maybe it's like a lightning rod and hits the strong ones, you know? Who knows. Point is. She doesn't know. But. It is possible that Sinnoh exists and brought her here. She really doesn't know. They are quiet and thoughtful a while.

He speaks again.

"Well. The only way for us to learn is to keep asking questions, to keep searching for answers, and to keep moving forward."

She agrees that is true, smiling faintly. He asks if she is ready. She nods.

When nothing seemed to change after quelling the final Noble, June was glad. The forboding hole in the sky frightened everyone but her. Where they saw fear, she saw hope that she might still return home. They returned to Jubilife and dined on bland, tasteless mochi that sat heavy in her stomach, while the Professor nattered on about pokedex work. There was a certain comfort in it.

The next morning, it all went to shit.

Even June was frightened at the sight of the blood-red sky, which made the rift look like an open wound. It seemed like armageddon. When they summoned her to a meeting, she wasn't too surprised what came next. Was she angry? Yes. But she wasn't surprised. Part of her had always hoped she had been wrong about the Commander, about all the people here, and that they wouldn't turn on her, so it still hurt when it happened, but it really didn't surprise her. That asshole had been looking for a scapegoat the day she landed here, and today she was the lamb chosen for the slaughter. They whispered and stared as she was led out of town like some kind of criminal.

For what it was worth, the professor and Rei tried to help her, sort of. They suggested she seek out the Diamond and Pearl clans. However, the clan's respective leaders could only offer sympathy. They explained they could not help June, lest they risk war with Team Galaxy. The professor and Rei likewise were unwilling to directly disobey their superiors and risk banishment themselves. There was a lot of hand-wringing and sad looks, but not much else. After everything she'd done for them, all the times they swore she was family now, that they had her back. Not a single person stepped up to help her in return, now that she really needed it most.

They sent her away into the wilderness, alone. She had her big backpack stuffed with everything she could carry, and her team of six bug alphas, pokemon who still hardly knew her at all, since she rarely had opportunity to even bond with them. She sat on the hill overlooking Gruelling Grove, under the blood-red sky, just staring out at the fields numbly and wondering what to do next, and trying not to give into the fear threatening to overtake her.

Eventually, a voice startled her from her dark thoughts, and she looked up, meeting with a familiar, friendly face. The corners of Volo's eyes crinkled and his face lit up with his usual sunny smile, even under the cast of the grim, terrifying sky.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, June," he said.

She had only cried once since she'd fallen through the rift, when Volo had found her dizzy and exhausted that one time, but not since then. She felt the tears begin to fall now, though. Volo spoke soothing words and helped pull her to her feet.

She pulled him into a hug, squeezing him fiercely, causing him to wheeze, sounding startled and flustered.

It had felt like an angel had come to save her.

He brought her to his humble campsite to shelter her. "It isn't much, but it's home, and you're welcome to it," he tells her cheerfully. They sit around a campfire; he makes what are essentially shish kebabs for dinner, chunks of vegetable and meat skewered and roasted over the fire. While they eat, he tells her excitedly about one of his contacts and how he's going to take her there to meet her tomorrow morning. This mysterious contact was now feeling much more cooperative, once Volo told her that June had quelled the last Noble and apparently met with her approval. He says that she is very wise on the myths passed down from the Celestica peoples of old, and she will surely be able to help them sort out this space-time mystery.

They share his tent that night. It's a snug fit, and June doesn't sleep much, her mind swimming with thoughts.

She never paid attention in school when they discussed ancient mythology. In hindsight she wished she had. Maybe if she did, she would have noticed sooner that something was amiss.

It wasn't until the two of them reached the top of Mount Coronet with all the plates, and he chose to reveal his true colors, that she learned the truth. She trusted him right up to the end.

When he told her how he bid Giratina to tear a hole in the sky, the one that she fell through, it felt like being run through with a knife.

After everything that happens on top of that mountain, when June returns and gives her report, she doesn't mention Volo tried to destroy the world and everyone in it. She just says they finished collecting the plates, and climbed to the top of the mountain to see if anything would happen. Giratina appeared there, and she battled it, but it escaped before she could catch it.

Technically, all of it was true. She just left out some important parts, is all.

Later, when she's alone doing her survey work, he finds her and grabs her roughly by the shoulder, hisses at her,

“You! What game are you trying to play here?!”

She asks what he means.

“Don't play dumb. I know you didn't tell your Galaxy fools about me. Why not? If you're hoping to use it as leverage, you can forget it, I won't be anyone's puppet--”

“That's-- that's not why I did it!”

“Then why?”

She confesses she's not exactly sure why.

“I guess I just . . . look, if I told them, I'm not sure exactly what they'd do, I don't know how you even punish someone for that kind of crime, but in the very least they'd do something, banish you from basically all of Hisui, probably. And that's what you deserve. But I also know if they did it, there'd be zero chance of you . . . getting better.”

He demands to know what that means.

“Becoming a better person? It . . . it sounds stupid when I say it outloud, I guess. I know the past few months you've spent just lying to my face and using me, but part of me still wants to believe that maybe a small piece of all that wasn't a lie. That there was a grain of truth to it, that the goodness I saw in you is still buried down in there and wasn't entirely made-up.”

She looks into his eyes, trying to find even a flicker of evidence for that. She's not sure. She can't trust her own judgment, anymore. He stares back for a time, then silently turns and skulks away without another word.

She does not see him again for a long time. When he reappears again it's to demand a rematch. She wins again, by a narrow margin. He rants and raves about how close he is to defeating her, fumes about Arceus having chosen her. They argue. As he storms away she yells after him, voice choked,

“I'm being used by Arceus like a puppet, I don't think that's something to envy!”

He stops.

His demeanor changes. Like flipping a switch.

Eventually, says,

“If you resent Arceus, why do you still scamper about and do their bidding?”

“. . . because I want to go home.”

He turns. Asks her if her world is as cruel and unforgiving a place as it is here. June argues she doesn't think the world is cruel and unforgiving, then amends, well, it can be sometimes. But it's also filled with good things, too.

“And why should such ugliness and horror exist alongside such beauty? Why should some prosper while others are left to dine on naught but dust?”

She . . . she doesn't know.

“That is why I want to meet them. So that I may ask. And . . . perhaps fix things.”

“Volo, I understand wanting to make things better, but I don't think the solution is to mass murder everyone on the planet and starting over from scratch! There are better ways . . .”

He remains silent for some time. Then he pulls on the cord about his neck, takes his necklace off. The one he made out of the comet shard she gave him. He gives it to her.

“I don't deserve to keep something accepted under false pretenses.”

Then he leaves. June stares after for some time, confused. Why was he even still wearing it? If he'd been wearing it only to manipulate her, why continue the act once she knew the truth? Did part of him actually care? Or was he still trying to manipulate her now?

He didn't seem to be. It seemed to be a good-bye, in fact. She had a feeling he didn't plan to see her again.

She finds Giratina one day, in a small, dark cave she stumbles across while exploring the coastlands. She's shocked that she can capture it in a pokeball. Gods shouldn't be so easy to subjugate, surely. Perhaps the Pearl cand Diamond clans were right to fear the contraptions. They were strangely chill about her capturing their sacred Palkia and Dialga in pokeballs, but she had promised it was a temporary thing, so perhaps it just went to show how much trust was finally placed in her now.

When she told the Professor about Giratina, he revealed something that surprised her. He said Volo had approached him not long ago and spoke to him. Told him that Giratina had been responsible for tearing the rift in space-time, but that once it battled June, it realized that it was no match for her. It chose to instead protect Hisui, and it was no longer a threat to them.

June should catch it. So that you may study it, he told him.

Perhaps that's why it had been so easy to capture. June was still shocked, though. Shocked that Volo had bothered to speak to the Professor at all. Why did he? Did he feel protective over Giratina and wanted to ensure its safety? Did he want to reassure Team Galaxy that they didn't need to worry-- a peace offering, of sorts? Did he do it for June?

She didn't know. The Professor told her the last thing he said was that it was probably the last time he'd see him; and then he wandered off. She's pretty sure he meant it. She hadn't seen him for a month now, not since he'd given her the necklace.

Later, June sent Giratina out of its ball, when she was alone out on the coastlands. She stared at it, calmly, and spoke to it.

“You spoke to him after you fled the mountain, didn't you? What did he plan on doing? Where did he go?”

The dragon stared back at her silently.

“Please. I . . . I'm worried about him.”

In truth, Hisui wasn't the same without him. She hated what he did, what he did to her, and it felt like twisting a knife whenever she thought of him, but she also missed him.

She was reminded of him constantly, and she spent hours upon hours going over the memories. Sometimes she searched her memories for hints of his subterfuge, wishing she'd noticed sooner, wishing it had been different. Sometimes she'd daydream of getting revenge. Sometimes she'd spend the time wondering if any of his friendship had been real, hoping at least something had been. Often she wondered what was going through his head, who he really was, what he was doing now.

She'd been alone with her thoughts for too long and they were driving her mad. She needed closure. She needed to know what became of him. And she needed something more than the daily life she was living now. Once he'd left she'd turned her obsessive focus to finishing the Pokedex, as Arceus seemed to demand of her. She hardly had spent time doing anything but that work. She was withdrawn with everyone else. She'd gotten closer to her main team of pokemon, that was about it. It was horrifically lonely and monotonous.

It took June time to realize Giratina had lowered to the ground, uncoiling its long body, almost in invitation. She blinked at it.

“Do you want me to, um, climb aboard?”

She was nervous, but when she approached, it remained still. She climbed onto its back, half-surprised to find it felt solid, despite it being a ghost. She settled onto one of its golden ribs, as though it were a saddle. Silently, the dragon raised up once more, and began to fly through the starry sky. It felt surreal.

He misses her and their "friendship," now that she's gone. It takes him by surprise. Why should he miss such a thing? It wasn't a real friendship on his side, of course, but it wasn't real on her side, either; since she had merely liked the lie, not the real him. He was certain she wouldn't have liked the real him. Certainly not after what he did. Naturally.

But he missed it, anyway, that beautiful lie he'd created with her. Perhaps because he hoped like she had liked at least a part of him. Perhaps because it was just nice to pretend.

He hated to admit it; he'd spent so very long in denial that he had cared about her at all, and it still churned his stomach to think about the ugly truth, but it was becoming impossible to deny.

Because he can't seem to stop thinking about her. And it's driving him a bit mad. He's lost now, no clue what he's going to do. He just keeps thinking of the way she once looked at him with such kindness and affection. And how it all transformed to anger and hurt and mistrust and pain instead. Like a lovely flower plucked and crushed.

It didn't matter.

It didn't matter.

It was too late. It wasn't as though she'd ever forgive him. It wasn't as though he wanted her forgiveness.

. . . perhaps he did. But he certainly didn't deserve it.

What was he? Some poor wretch who'd fallen from Arceus' grace. Even Giratina had turned its back on him, in the end. The one creature in all the realms he thought would understand him. He didn't blame it; he'd failed it, after all. He was not worthy to weild its power.

He hid from the world, tucked away deep in a corner of Hisui that others dared not tred. The days passed in a blur, and he barely thought to eat. He spent much time sleeping, but still found little rest, tormented by his dreams.

At first he assumes the Hoopa portal that abducts him is Arceus finally choosing to smite him from this mortal plane.

Giratina leads her to the cave Volo had been staying at. She picks through the refuse, it's disgusting there, a total mess, and his possessions are strewn all about, but she finds no one home. She grows more and more anxious as she searches. There is a fire still smoldering as if he'd been there recently; what's more, she eventually finds his pokemon team is left there. She asks Giratina what happened but the dragon either doesn't wish to speak or she cannot hear it.

The portal finds her too eventually. She's sucked into it in a much better position though. She has her backpack and her full pokemon team on her. When she's spat out on some grass somewhere, she is . . . unamused, though. It feels far too familiar. Powerful pokemon transporting her across time and space at their whimsy.

She wanders around, and eventually comes across Volo. He's disheveled, disoriented, and devoid of most possessions, save for a single pokeball, which has a Togepi. He won't say why he has it (it's the child of his Togekiss). He's shocked when she appears, and says it musn't be the afterlife after all. He asks why she's here, she explains she went searching for him, found his camp empty, Giratina led her there. Then a portal got her. He wants to know why she went searching for him at all, but their conversation is interrupted when they are discovered by some friendly locals. They're led back into town by them. They learn this place is an island called Pasio.

At first June is very, very excited. She thinks she's landed in her native time-line. However, once she gets a phone and contacts her family, she is shocked to learn a version of her already exists in this place. So close to home and yet so far.

In the meanwhile, Volo is amazed by the future and his changed situation and the gears in his head are quickly turning. He tries to lie to the people here and pretend to be nothing but a simple merchant from the past with an interest in myths and the research into sync stones. But June is having none of his bullshit. Once she figures out what he is up to, she goes right to Professor Bellis and the Prince and warns them what he tried to do in the past, and that he might try to do the same again. She doesn't want them to simply lock him up, though, so she asks if there might be some other solution. They thank June for the warning and decide to restrict Volo's access to certain things, such as learning about sync stone research. They also put June in charge of keeping an eye on him, so that he does not cause trouble.

When she delivers the news to Volo, he's shocked, at first, then tries to act innocent, saying hewasn't lying to anyone, he merely didn't see a reason to bring up the past; he'd hoped he could start fresh, turn over a new leaf. June gets very angry, yelling,

"Are you KIDDING me? You're still trying to lie to me, even now?!"

This seems to get to him, and he stops trying to convince her his intentions were all purely innocent. She finishes explaining the deal to him, including the fact she's responsible for keeping him out of trouble, now. His mouth curves in a smile and he laughs, dry, bitter.

"So you are to be my warden."

Things don't go very well at first with this new arrangement, and he's not cooperative at all, keeps trying to get away with things, manipulate her, and they keep arguing over his obsessive goals. Tensions mount and they keep butting heads until an especially heated argument, June just snaps.

She barks an order to her Alpha Scizor; it immediately reaches out and grabs Volo around the neck with its massive claw. She screams at him,

“If you're so eager to meet Arceus, why don't I help send you to it?!”

Scizor lifts Volo up off the ground until his feet are dangling. Eyes wide, he looks down at her.

He looks terrified.

She hesitates and then sighs. She tells Scizor to put him down. It was only a threat because she was absolutely sick with anger, but seeing the genuine fear in his eyes made her immediately feel bad.

Maybe she was too good of a person for her own good.

Things change after that. Volo seems to realize June isn't going to be manipulated anymore. He grows more cooperative, more contemplative. (Other plot stuff happens that I only have vaguely defined, but one of them is he starts to become sort of friends with Jacq-- for real this time, not like at the start when he was putting on an act. He also is doing work while on this island, so is June, and he's battling trainers, sometimes, and learning more about the world and the future here.)

Their relationship gradually shifts, and they start to have conversations that are not purely antagonistic.

One day he tells June he read her diary.

June is appalled but reigns in her anger and asks why he's telling her this. He explains he asked her to start telling her the truth.

"I did say that, didn't I . . . ugh. Okay, that's fair, I guess. But why did you feel the need to even do that to begin with?"

He explains that he thought perhaps Arceus had sent her to Hisui for some purpose, and he needed to figure out why, because perhaps she could be the key to him meeting it. He hoped to find more information there. She sees the cold logic in his choice, and then asks with some trepidation how much he actually read. He relays what he could recall reading, and then starts to ramble about his judgments of her, which were very harsh judgments at that (he thought she was weak, and soft, and pathetic, and she whined and complained about how everything difficult, and he didn't understand why Arceus would choose her) and she gets understandably ticked off, face flushed in anger.

He cuts her off before she can yell at him, though, when he says reading her diary started to shift his thinking, though.

He says it made him realize just how much she was up against every single day. She had the deck stacked against her from the start. No one and nothing was kind to her in this place, and every gain she made was as hard-fought as possible, and yet . . . she kept going. The weight of the world on her shoulders, pressing down on her, but she didn't buckle. She bent but didn't break.

She awkwardly thanks him for acknowledging it.

One day they are having a relatively minor disagreement and she says,

"I could have just told them to lock you up, you know."

"I know."

"Would a 'thank you' kill you?"

He hesitantly explains no it would not, but he doesnt want to say something to her that he doesnt mean.

She is very unamused.

"So it's not that you can't say thank you, it's that you're incapable of feeling gratitude. Great."

He's quiet for a time.

"...possibly. I'm not sure."

One night he rushes to her room and shakes her awake.

"Hnnngh . . . Volo? What is it? What's wrong??"

He instantly loses nerve and apologizes for waking her, and says that it isn't important

"Wh-what??" She demands to know what it is, it must be important enough to charge into here like that, but he apologizes again and starts to leave and she grabs his wrist. His eyes widen.

She senses his meekness and speaks much more gently.

"No, w-wait, Volo, don't go. Tell me what it is." He looks to her.

"Please."

He hesitates a while, working himself up to it, face blushed a little and licking his dry lips. Finally says,

"Thank you."

She is confused. "What?" With difficulty, he repeats,

"Thank you."

"For what?"

After a bit, he tells her,

"For asking them to allow me to remain."

"Oh."

He explains it does not benefit her in the slightest, on the contrary, it inconveniences her at every turn. Even when he's made it clear he shall never feel indebted to her or help her in any way, she persists . . . she continues to help him. And he doesn't understand why, after everything he's done . . .

He seems to realize he's saying more than he meant to.

"I don't know why I'm here saying all this. I'll let you get back to sleep--"

"It's okay, really, I don't . . . mind you at all. You can come talk to me anytime. Even in the middle of the night. Although, uhm, you-- you are wearing pants, right?'

He is shirtless and looks down at himself, considering the question and sounding alarmed she might think that.

"Yes, of course, I-- I was in bed, but I'm wearing pants--"

She wrinkles her nose and giggles, saying,

"Okay, good, just checking."

He is spellbound for a time by the feeling that goes shooting through his chest when she giggles. It is the first time he's heard her laugh in his presense since he'd pretended to be her friend.

When he returns to his bed, laying there, staring at the ceiling, he decides he'd do anything to be the reason for her to smile and laugh again.

#pokemon #legends arceus #volo #OC #headcanons #I knew the main twist of the ending ahead of time obviously #mystuff

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

Love is all you need

Love is all you need (Caring BAU!Reader pt 1)

Idea: Being the youngest in the bau but the caring concerned one of the team. Getting Reid to drink water throughout the day. Giving Hotch your noise cancelling headphones when you first notice his ears bugging him after the explosion. Staying with Penelope after she gets hurt, etc.

Requested: Nope.  @halloween-is-my-nationality​ This was not the spencer idea I had that I said I would write.  I have three more already in my drafts, but I thought you would appreciate this.  

Author’s Note:  I’m working my first 12 hr night shift tomorrow.  Please give me strength.  I’m not the best at making titles. I really want to make a pt 2 for the rest of the members, but these were the ideas I had initially.  Tell me if you want a pt 2/what scenes I could use.  Requests are still open.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new.

Warning: Spoilers based on episodes (I think through mid season 3.  The spoilers are in Hotch and Penelope’s part).  Mentions of shooting, being shot, and injuries. 

Word Count: 1,605

It may have been your previous job as a psychiatric nurse and your love for sherlock and crime stuff that led you to your current job in the BAU, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.  However, the nurse in you still has learned to always be prepared for any situation. Carry extra bandages, ibuprofen, a jacket, pants, extra anything in case something happens or you can't find what you need when you need it. If you didn't have what you needed, you made it work with what you had. You were no different when you joined the BAU. You most likely had whatever anyone on the team needed at any time. You only did this kind of behavior for those you cared about and the BAU became your extended family very quickly.  Since you all delt with psychotic killers, there needed some support system that could truly help keep your heads above water during the times when you’re not working.   The BAU family was very good at looking out for their own.  Therefore, this was your way of paying them back.  

Of course you had your to-go duffel bag for cases, but you kept anything extra that may be needed in a backpack you kept with you most of the time (well, anything except sensitive documentation that anyone can steal at any time and weapons, but extra knives and other things you still had on you). You always made sure to have your bag either in the SUV, at the police station, or on your back.  It was something you never went anywhere without.  Some could call it possessive, but you liked being prepared to care for those who took care of you.  

How you would help the team was a little challenging.  You were all profilers, you were ment to look for behaviors and interpret them into results. You knew of the unspoken rule profilers is to not profile eachother, however, they can forget that they have their own obvious behaviors that you've picked up, if something is going on. 

For instance, caffeine was a necessity to you all, with the crazy hours and multiple time zone flights that you all worked, how could it not be. However, you saw that Spencer would drown himself in coffee and get frequent headaches when he tried to focus on the case throughout the day. That's when you decided to intervene. When you saw his coffee cup empty at one point you offered to get a refill for the both of you. But instead of coming back with coffee, you came back with two ice waters in those tall cups.  You thought it may make him feel better and less secluded if you followed the habit you were trying to get him into.

"Y/n, this is not coffee." God he is so cute when he not trying to be.

"I know. You don't get anymore coffee until you drink two of those." You could hear Emily snicker from her desk as you sat back at yours across from Spencer. It was the middle of the day, you were both awake enough to not need anymore caffeine for a while.

"You know I can give you facts and statistics of how caffeine helps performance?" He's trying to get out of this one with logic. Not today pretty boy.  You leaned in as not to yell and looked in his caramel chocolate eyes.  Derek may be a hunk of dark chocolate, but I prefer those caramel chocolate eyes that you could swim in for hours endlessly.  Focus. 

"You know I can see the symptoms of your headaches as evidence by your frequent eye squints and head holding related to your dehydration from the diuretic effects of the caffeine." He stares at me mouth open, lost for words for once.  I broke the eye contact with him trying to be nice about the situation.  "I'm just trying to take care of you and make sure your okay." Even if I did whisper that part, I'm pretty sure he could hear me. 

"You're right. I need to drink more water." Spender said as he took a sip of the water I just gave him and then went back to doing his paperwork. Never would I thought I'd live to the day where Dr. Spencer Reid said I was right.

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The next time it happened, you've fully realized you've become the prepared mom of the team. It was the case after the almost terrorist attack where Hotch was really close to that car explosion. I honestly didn't know how he didn't become deaf Hawkeye being that close to it.  You saw that he kept putting his head in his hands like he had a headache, but you knew Hotch drank water and was very on top of his health, so it wasn't that.  The moment where it clicked in your mind that his ears were bothering him, was when a gun was fired next to his head toward the end of that case.  He covered his ears and buried his head into your body in pain as the rest of the team took care of the unsub.  

"Spence. Go to the car and get me my backpack."

Having a trust that you knew what to do in these situations, Spencer didn't question you. He went and got your backpack from the car and brought it back to where you were on the ground with Hotch curled in your arms crying in pain. You looked at the rest of the team handling the sceen so you can stop being in FBI-agent-mode. You unzipped your backpack with one arm and pulled out your construction headphones that you use when you need to focus or block out the world. However, Hotch needs it more than you right now.

You put them on over his ears and you sat there for 10 minutes at least with his head in your shoulder and you stroking his hair to keep his mind off of the pain he must be feeling.

You shooed everyone else off to finish up at the crime scene and so Aaron wouldn't have to lift his head to see his whole team/family staring at him. You knew he wouldn't like the attention. 

He raised his head and gave you a nod saying 'thank you' and that the pain was starting to subside. 

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“Fuck that dude!”  That basically summarized it all.  Fuck the dude who dared to shoot the ray of sunshine that was Penelope Garcia.  Like I understand that he shot her because she was going to expose the dirty work he was doing, but still fuck him.  You were with Penelope and Spencer watching the cameras of the BAU when that idiot of a guy thought he could hold up the FBI with a pistol.  This is literally the place where everyone is trained in guns, fighting, and reading the mind and body language of a person.  Like, how bad of an idiot could you be.  To be fair, the only thing I admired about him was willing to go down with his ship.  He deserved the bullets JJ put in him.  The fact that he is dead is the only good thing that happened for Penelope.  That way she wouldn’t have to worry about him getting out on parole or anything, even if there was plenty of evidence that would probably get him life behind bars.  

For the next few weeks you refused to be anywhere else besides next to Penelope.  She even suggested you go home or to work, so did Hotch.  You still refused.  You stayed at her house because you know how going back to the scene where something tragic happened could trigger bad memories in someone.  You stayed at the BAU in the Batcave while the rest of the team did the field work on cases and you slept at Penelope’s appartment.  “Y/n I’m fine.  You don’t have to be by my side anymore.  As much as you know I love you, you don’t have to be here.”   

“This is my last case I will be sitting back from.  From here out I will be going with the team for the field work.  I just wanted to stick around and make sure you are doing ok.  There’s only so much work you can bury yourself in, and only so many sparkly inanimate objects you can talk to.”  I looked up at her while her body still faced her screens, and she was crying silently.  Tears streaked down and dragged the purple eyeshadow she had on with it.  She tucked her head into the crook of my shoulder and hugged me with everything she had.  God you never want anything bad to happen to her.  She is too pure for this world.  

“Thank you for staying here with me, for staying at my place.  I don’t think I would be this comfortable existing again so soon after it happened without you being here for all the breakdowns, scared moments, flashbacks, and adjustments.”  You ran your fingers through her hair getting out all the tangles as well as calming her.  

“Don’t let your opinion of men who will be with you stoop to that level.  Your man will treat you like the queen you are.  Keep on believing that.” You both stayed like that the rest of the evening until you packed up for Penelope’s apartment.  

Something no criminal or incident could ever take away from you.  Your love and care you have for your team members as you navigate the craziness that is your lives.  

#criminal minds imagine #criminal minds masterlist #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #agent hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #arron hotchner #aaron hotch imagine #penelope garcia #penelope criminal mind #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds family #bau #bau!reader #bau family #criminal minds fanfiction

[royalty-subway-headcanons]

Sordward,shiebert with o/s who specialize in electricity type and who's afraid of ground type pokemon headcanons?

I always liked the idea of like, a trainer just specializing in one type of Pokemon. Whether they're a gym leader or just a trainer. ;w;

Sordward

Hm. Well, he may not know much about electric Pokemon. But he's still a bit fascinated with the fact that you specialize in that type. It could be for gym leader purposes, or just you knowing them well for fun. Whatever floats your boat.

He'll try his best to treat your Pokemon kindly. I say this because I feel like there's always a high chance that those electric Pokemon of yours are going to like, poof his hair all over the place with their electric static. Which he hates, but he looks funny when it happens.

Oddly enough, he can withstand the hyper ways of an electric Pokemon. Like, he vibes with it pretty well despite having a team of his own that are kinda chill and noble-like.

And don't worry, he understands your fear of ground types. Since being an electric specialist, he can see where you're coming from. Ground types would be your weakness there. Unless it's like, an actual genuine fear of them and not because you'd have difficulty defending yourself.

He'll genuinely try his best to avoid ground types for your sake in any situation. Like, ground types are common in sandstorms or just any sand area. So, he'll try to avoid those places when he's with you. Or help you out if you encounter one of them during a multi battle with him by your side.

Shielbert

… Well, he really isn't one for specializing in one type of Pokemon. But he's genuinely intrigued by your talents in electric types. It probably made him like you in the first place. Or at least find you a rather intriguing person to be around.

Here's the thing, electric types are somewhat known to be sporadic and hyper. Which is something he ISN'T because he has no energy for that, like, physically and emotionally (unlike his brother). Even so, he'll try his best to be nice to your Pokemons. Regardless of any circumstances. He's just... a calm person, is all.

He completely understands your fear of ground types. Whether it's because of battle reasons or some form of... personal matter, he gets it. He can't really judge since he fears bug types, so…

He'll do whatever he can to help you for ground types. Whether it's to shoo them away from battle or like, help you fight them in some form of multi battle. Or just comfort you when the time comes, whatever works.

If you're a gym leader, then he'll do his absolute best to support you. Granted, you might not be one since there's likely going to be trainers that use ground types against you. Nevertheless, in any professional setting you have in electric Pokemon stuff, he'll support you.

#pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon headcanons #headcanons #ask #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #shielbert #shielbert x reader #sordward #sordward x reader

[randomartkid-12]

Poli hcs?

I love Poli sm and I have quite a few, so here you are!

• Poli doesn’t have any close relatives as his father basically hates him and his mom left when he was really young.

• Poli is the closest with Roy. He met him in his later years high school and they have been best friends since!

• He used to get bullied quite a bit when he was younger. He was known as weird for being the ‘quite kid’ who never spoke at all.

• Continuation of the one before this, Poli never really spoke in public until he began to make friends.

• Poli really wants to learn to cook, but has almost burned the house down when trying without Roy’s help. He always asks for Amber or Roy to help him when cooking but sometimes that can’t…so he tries to do it himself-

• He is pansexual

• Poli HATES bugs with all of his soul. They terrify the crap out of him. So, whenever he sees one he starts begging Roy to kill whilst freaking out. And if Roy’s not around? He finds a weapon and beats the living hell out of it.

• Poli sometimes runs programs at the school. (Ex: the d.a.r.e thing. Anyone else do that?)

• Poli is a little shy. He loves to ramble to people he knows but is usually quiet when around people he’s never met.

• He can also be pretty childish at times. He loves that feeling of freedom around his close friends.

• He’s a basic B. He can be pleased by the smallest things. Poli isn’t the type to ask for something over the top. He likes simple things like small trinkets and figurines, pillows, etc etc.

• Poli loves stars and astronomy! He’s very educated when it comes to that stuff and he enjoys talking and/or listening about it.

• He’s a jokester. He loves to tease people and make jokes. He has a long mental list of jokes to pull at specific times. Everyone on the rescue team loves him for it, even if his jokes are rather corny at times.

• Poli is a fan of dogs! He’s always wanted a police dog to help him on big searches. He likes bigger dogs too. (Ex: Australian or German Shepards!)

• Poli likes kids. Although they’re not his favorite at times, he likes teaching them and is basically a father figure. Sometimes when he thinks about if he’ll ever have his own, he wants to give them the best possible childhood to make up for what wasn’t there for himself. Poli doesn’t want anyone to go through the stuff he did.

• Poli always does his best to cheer up his friends when they’re down. He’ll do whatever he can to lift they’re spirits in anyway, even if it includes leaving them alone. He worries about his friends a lot.

• He and Amber will sometimes hang out together and play games. Usually this happens when Jin, Helly and Roy aren’t home and they’re bored. It happens rarely but they get some quality bonding time over it!

• Poli has a MAJOR addiction to coffee. It’s the only thing that pulls his lazy self out of bed. He often bugs Roy for hating it.

• He has a random collection of stuff. It can range from figurines to plushies to just random accessories. He displays them around his room.

• Poli tends to get the most nightmares. He often wakes up in a cold sweat and can’t go back to sleep without comfort from a friend. He also sleep talks the most.

There you go! Hope you like them <3

#robocar poli #rcp #robocarpoli #poli #hc #hcs #my hcs #request #reqs open

[greatwyrmgold]

Comparing Animorphs to Worm

The first comparison is my relation to the series. (Serieses? How do you pluralize that word?) I was obsessed with Animorphs in grade school, starting younger than my parents probably would have allowed if they were familiar with the books. (I knew the name "Scholastic" from these books before my first Scholastic book fair, which should tell you a lot, if kids these days still have Scholastic book fairs.) I was obsessed with Worm immediately before and during college, shaping the way I engage with fiction and fandom to this day.

That's one of the reasons I'm comparing the two series, but there are plenty of other comparisons. Their teenaged protagonists, their heavy subject matter, the stories framed in an almost YA format that slowly peels away like old paint over rusty metal, the planetary threats from outer space...

And of course, the characters.

The Heart

This might sound weird if you're used to the fanon versions of Cassie and Taylor—the former being a weak-willed hypocrite who's constantly whinging about whether they're doing the right thing, the latter being Chuck Norris if he was a war criminal and controlled bugs. But they're very similar characters.

Superficial stuff out of the way: They're both unpopular introverts with unusually strong connections to animals, and end up in a messy interracial relationship with their team leader.

Now onto their shared core. They both have a powerful moral compass, which slowly warps under the pressures of the violent plotlines they're involved in without completely vanishing—even when they commit acts of shocking brutality.

Cassie's character arc is relatively simple. She's reluctant to hurt anyone, even Yeerk soldiers and especially their Controllers. She's so reluctant that she leaves the team in the first third of the series. But she also comes up with a lot of really concerning ideas for the group, including David's fate (I'll come back to this).

As for Taylor? She starts out joining a villain team to help the local superheroes, and becomes the voice of caution and moderation pretty much immediately. She also comes up with some pretty brutal ideas for the Undersiders, albeit mostly ones she implements herself.

As far as this aspect of their characterization goes, the big differences is where their moral compasses go in the end. Cassie becomes more comfortable with the moral compromises required by war, but not completely comfortable. She's always at least a devil's advocate, but she doesn't start arguments every time the animorphs need to premeditate their violence.

On the other hand, Taylor falls face-first into moral decay, whittling away at her moral beliefs until she finds the unbending core that she refuses to compromise. And a big part of that is critiquing inaction as strongly as action. People who could have stopped something but chose not to are as culpable as people who actively choose to cause it. That's part of why Taylor is as ruthless as she is, in the "seeing the bright clear line that goes from motive to means" sense.

Both of them also have strong self-sacrificial tendencies. Taylor's are front and center (our girl is practically jumping at martyrdom from her first night in costume) but Cassie is also willing to sacrifice herself for her beliefs. She traps herself in caterpillar morph to prove her conviction to a Yeerk, which is a pretty serious sacrifice since she didn't know she could demorph after metamorphosis. (...yeah, for all its darkness, Animorphs is still a YA series.)

Oh, and they also have a strong friendship with the team's pretty blonde extrovert and its violent butch bitch. But for Cassie, they're the same person.

The Big Guy

Rachel and Rachel are both the most violent members of their teams, but their arcs go in different directions.

Rachel Berenson started as the pretty popular mall-loving cheerleader gymnast type, but started sliding into blood knight territory as she adapted to the war.

Rachel Lindt, on the other hand, starts out antisocial and violent, and she only starts getting friends and finding a more comfortable, less violent life after meeting Taylor (and, to an extent, the other Undersiders). Rachel climbed out of the pit that swallowed Rachel whole.

This comparison is a pretty obvious one...probably the only obvious one.

The Leader

We're getting to the part where it's hard to compare Animorphs to Undersiders; I don't think I have any substantive comparisons to make between the other halves of their team. (You could make comparisons between Marco and Lisa, or maybe Alec or Aisha or Taylor; Tobias turning into a bird is kinda like Taylor's cape escapism but they go different directions; and Ax is too literally alien to have a clean parallel with the earthly Undersiders, except maybe Alec.)

But I think there's something between Jake and Brian, beyond their shared status. For starters, neither one wants to be a leader. Jake chafes at the title of Prince, and Brian stubbornly refuses to take sole responsibility for the Undersiders. In both cases, this flattens their team's hierarchy. Jake and Brian help set the agenda and direct discussions, but they don't force their will on the group if they can avoid it.

They also care strongly about their family, especially their siblings, Tom and Aisha. They're putting their lives in danger in large part for those siblings—rather more directly for Jake, whose brother has a Yeerk in his brain, but Brian explicitly says he became a supervillain to provide for his kid sister. (Which is a lot funnier from an outside perspective, since both of their parents are alive.)

The big differences are age (Jake is 13-16; Brian is 17-18 pre-timeskip) and the scope of what they care about. Brian is very clear; he cares about his family, he cares about his friends, but the rest of the world can sort itself out. Jake, on the other hand, knows he's on a mission to save the world and acts accordingly.

But if Brian was a few years less jaded, and given the nearly sole mandate to defeat a threat to the entire human race...I think he could end up a lot like Jake. War crimes and all.

The Traitor

David and Cherish were both trapped just offshore by the team they betrayed, and their screams can sometimes be heard by people on the shore.

David's fate is a bit less nightmarish (he's a rat on an island instead of a brain in a box) and his screams are less deadly, but the fact that I'm comparing something the Animorphs did to something the Slaughterhouse Nine did should indicate how dark the books can get when they aren't engaging in instant maple-ginger oatmeal shenanigans.

If I reread the series, I could probably come up with more comparisons. But for one Tumblr post, I think this is enough.

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