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[juceynightmare]

lost and found (18+) part 1 - mjf x reader

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lost and found (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): mjf x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, age gap (reader is 21, max is 27), max is an asshole

genre(s): soulmate!au, slow burn, angst

summary:  in which the items that you lose end up in the possession of your soulmate. max misplaces his aew world heavyweight championship title belt and it magically appears in y/n’s room. when her soulmate finally calls her to get his title back before the next show, y/n learns the hard way why her soulmate never responded whenever she’d lose an item that had her number written on it.

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the sound of her phone blaring beside her head made y/n shoot up to a sitting position in her bed with a jolt. she groaned, falling back against the mattress and reaching for her phone, declining the call and shutting her eyes so she could fall back asleep. almost immediately, her phone started ringing again, and with a groan she picked it up and held it against her ear after answering. “hello?” she asked, her voice raspy with sleep.

“where do you live?” came an unfamiliar voice. with her eyes still squeezed shut, y/n‘s eyebrows furrowed.

“sorry, who is this?” she asked, going through the list of men she knew to try and put a face to the voice.

“i need the belt. where do you live?” he asked again, ignoring her question. it was evident in his voice that the man’s patience was wearing thin.

“what fucking belt? dude, you must have the wrong number or something.” she groaned, finally pulling the phone away from her ear and opening her eyes to glance at the number on the screen. she just needed to check the contact, but when she saw it was an unsaved number, y/n knew that the person calling was no one notable.

just as she was about to end the call, the man’s angry voice came from over the speaker, “i don’t have the wrong number, y/n.”

her eyes widened and she sat up in bed, suddenly wide awake. she pressed her phone back to her ear and asked, “how do you know my name?”

“i know your name because just yesterday lost another meaningless item with your number and name written on it. it’s shocking how many lone socks appear in my possession.” he scoffed, and y/n can practically hear the man roll his eyes. “now, tell me where you live. i’ll either send someone to get the belt or you’re going to have to mail it to an address i give you.”

she felt her heart jump in her chest at the realization that the voice of the man that was currently calling her was her soulmate.

soulmates were people who the universe decided belonged together - they were made to be each other's life partners. any item your soulmate lost would appear in your possession and with modern technology, it was easier than ever to find your soulmate. y/n had spent her entire life romanticizing the day she'd finally be contacted by her soulmate and meet who the universe had hand-made just to love her.

ever since she got her own phone, y/n had made it a point to write her name, her phone number, and her social media handles on everything she owned. this was supposed to make it easier to find out who her soulmate was because it’d give them a way to contact her.

of course, his items would appear in her possession. however, there wasn’t anything like his number or social media for her to contact.

clothing, pencils, and even a 3ds, had all appeared in her possession. the most information she got was from the 3ds that had a pokemon game in it.

max.

that was the name of the playable character and ever since then she assumed that her soulmate’s name is max. even after losing his 3ds with his unfinished pokemon game, y/n still never got in contact with him. that didn’t mean that she had stopped trying though.

she just didn’t think it’d be until she was 21 that he’d finally contact her. especially in the modern era where kids were 11 years old and already in contact with their soulmates because of the inventions of phones.

“max?” she asked, hoping that it was the man’s name.

there was a pause on the other end of the line, before max finally spoke up. “how the fuck do you know my name? i’ve never written anything on my shit.”

“your 3ds. it had pokemon in it.” she answered, and feeling her heart drop when she heard the man groan on the other side.

“god, i guess it’s inevitable. the belt does have my name on it. now, are you going to answer the question? i need it by wednesday.” max sighed, his patience wearing impossibly thin as the conversation went on.

“uh, let me look for it first. i just woke up.” she admitted softly, getting out of bed and walking over to her lightswitch.

“isn’t your area code on the east coast too? it’s fucking 2 in the afternoon.” the man’s judgmental tone was hard to miss.

he was right. the sun was peeking through the blinds of her room and that was the only light that had seeped into her dark room.

“i just finished up midterms and it’s the weekend. let a woman rest, max.” she groaned, walking over to her light switch and flicking on her lights. with her room illuminated, she was able to make out the very big, very shiny title belt that was on her desk.

“midterms?” max asked, and y/n could make out the shock that was in his voice. “how old are you?”

“21, you?” she asked, walking over to her desk and admiring the belt.

“just use google. not like i’m here to get to know you better, after all i wasn’t expecting my supposed soulmate to be on the younger side. i just need my fucking belt back and then we can go back to living our separate lives.” he grunted.

she frowned at the man’s answer, clearly not wanting to go back to not knowing who her soulmate is. she certainly hadn’t expected this to be their first conversation, and she absentmindedly ran her fingers over the nameplate on the belt.

maxwell jacob friedman.

she made a mental note to do as the man said and google his name later on.

“well, you already know i’m on east coast.” she hummed, trying to keep the conversation going so that she could keep her soulmate on the phone. she had been dreaming of this day for years, and y/n wasn’t about to let it end so hastily.

“hurry up and just tell me where you live so we can get this over with.” he huffed.

she sighed, finally giving in and telling the man her address. his sour mood had seemed to have finally seeped through the phone speakers and into y/n’s bones to the point where she was also beginning to feel irritated. although, y/n knew she was irritated at the fact that it sounded as though her soulmate wished he never had to call her.

“of course you‘d be from around here.” she heard him mumble. his voice was so low that y/n wondered if she was meant to hear it. “guess it makes it easy though since i can just have caster come over. look, toots, after i get what i need, don’t bother contacting me, alright?”

y/n was taken aback by how certain her soulmate had sounded. “i’m sorry? i’m your fucking soulmate, you know. i’ve been waiting my whole life to finally talk to you and you took so fucking long to reach out to me. i at least want to get to know you better since the universe thinks we should be together.” she huffed, finally reaching her breaking point with her soulmate.

“and it hasn’t come across your mind once that maybe i don’t want to ever meet you?” he asked.

the words had made y/n feel as though the man had taken a sword and stabbed her right through her heart. her hand had clenched at her chest right above where her heart was and it was then that y/n realized that she was physically hurting from his words.

“my... coworker... is coming over to pick up the belt. he’ll be there in 10. his name’s max caster, and he looks like a geek. don’t even bother denying giving him the belt because that belt is very important and worth a lot of money and i’m certain you don’t want a lawsuit on your record for stealing a title belt.” max huffed over the phone.

she stayed silent, blinking away the tears that had welled in her eyes without her even knowing.

“alright, how about we settle then. we only call whenever we lose something that we desperately need back. i’m not answering if you’re calling about losing a sock.” max huffed, ignoring the way he felt as though he had to come to some sort of trade off with her.

“okay.” she responded in a whisper.

“he’s heading over now. don’t lose something important immediately after i end this call because i won’t be as nice as i am now.” he responded before the sound of the call being dropped rang in her ear.

maxwell jacob friedman.

how could the universe be so cruel to give her such a soulmate like him?

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[noria-sweetie]

Wally x Reader - An Unforeseen Friendship Pt.4

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Part 1 - Part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - You

After lunch, you helped Wally fix up his table and his chair. You even found another fabric bin to put his toys in. You made a mental note to buy him his own dresser and toy bin, and even a little art station. You were sitting on the couch, working on your art piece that needed to be turned in on your Ipad. You were a work-at-home artist. You took commissions for your art style, and you drew whatever it was that people paid for.

You sent them their artwork through digital mail or P.O. Box, but it was usually through digital. Wally was playing with his new toys, while Sesame Street played on the TV. It felt strange to be a caretaker now, but this was life now. As you were working, you realized that you forgot to get Wally his own little toilet and some casual clothes. You sighed as you rubbed your forehead, but you promised to buy him some next week with the next paycheck.

You looked over at him, he was lost in the TV, his hands busy with a toy, and you smiled. He was so cute. You placed your Ipad down on the couch, as you just remembered that Wally wanted to read the Newspaper. You walked to the front door to check on your mailbox, but you thought better as you looked over where Wally was. He had Separation Anxiety, and you didn't want to accidentally trigger anything. You looked over at him, and you nearly jumped out of your sink when you saw his black eyes peering at you.

"Where are you going?" He asked, his fingers playing with the toy nervously. You calmed yourself down, and you nodded at him. "I'm going to check the mailbox. Do you wanna come with me?" You asked him. He nodded eagerly as he jumped up from his chair, and he ran toward you. "Ab, ab, ab, ab! No running Wally. I don't want you to hurt yourself." You lightly lectured him. He slowed down to a fast-paced walk, and you smiled at him.

"Get your shoes on, and we'll check the mail." You said. He smiled up at you as he sat down on the floor, and he slipped on his new slip-on shoes. You slid into your crocks, and you wiggled your toes. 'I should get Wally some too.' You thought, adding another item to your mental list. Wally wiggled his feet in his new shoes, seemingly admiring them. "I like them." He said. "They're easier to put on." He added. You smiled at him. "I'm glad you liked them, Wally." You said. You then took a few steps to a small storage closet that was next to your front door.

You opened the door, pulled out your new trailer, and you unfolded it. You discovered that it could fold after you had made lunch. You held open the flap. "Come on, Wally, let's go check the mail." You said with a smile. He looked up at you for a moment before he looked back behind him. You stared at him for a moment, trying to understand what he was looking at, you followed where he was looking, and you saw his toys. You smiled. "Do you want to bring some of your toys with you, Wally?" You asked him.

He looked back at you, and he nodded bashfully. "You can get some toys." You told him, he smiled up at you happily and he walked over to his play area. He immediately picked up the fake apple, along with a banana and broccoli, and came and dropped the off in the trailer before he walked back and gathered up more of his favorite ones. He did that three times, choosing carefully the toys he wanted, and once he did, he claimed inside. You shook your head as you smiled at him. His cuteness was too much for you sometimes.

You walked around it, bending down to buckle him into his seat so he could stay safe. Once he was buckled in, you pulled the flap over, and you began zipping it up. "Ready to go, Wally?" You asked him before you fully closed it. He was holding his toy apple, and he nodded. "Yes, let's go check the mail!" He said excitedly. You smiled at him before you zipped it up, and you grabbed your keys. The backpack that you had him riding in became your new permanent bag.

You dropped all your needed things in it before you grabbed your keys, and you left the house. The mailbox was literally in front of your home, but you couldn't risk leaving Wally behind. The walk was short but it was nice. It was down the pathway that lead to the sidewalk and, the mailbox was a few steps away, it was a nice day and you were almost tempted to walk around the Neighborhood, give Wally a sightseeing tour. You thought about it as you opened your mailbox.

Checking the mailbox, you immediately noticed next month's bills, and you rolled your eyes, shifting the mail to the back of the small stack. You looked through the mail, seeing mostly junk mail. You shook your head, placing the mail in a pocket on the trailer. You walked a little further down, seeing the newspaper. The little plastic bag never looked so inviting. You didn't care for the news, but you did listen to it in the morning.

You picked up the bag, placing it in the pocket with the other mail. You made a little U-turn to walk back home. As you did, you noticed Mrs. Pottery. She was the elderly woman who lived two houses down from you. You smiled as you saw her, and she smiled back. You both meet up in front of your home, and you spoked first. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Pottery. How are you?" You politely asked her. "I'm well, dear, just making my usual walk around the neighborhood. Are you babysitting, by the way?" She asked you as she looked down at the trailer. You were glad that the afternoon sun was so bright, the reflective glare of the sun made it hard to see inside.

You smiled at her, your blood running cold from nervousness, but you played it off with a chuckle. "Yes, I'm watching over my friend's son." You said you were glad that your friends wouldn't come by anytime soon. They were only online. She chuckled, a nostalgic look crossing her face. "Ah, I remember those days." She said as he looked down at the trailer with a soft smile. You smiled sweetly at her, seeing her life flash in her eyes before she blinked the look away.

"Well, I don't want to keep you any longer, you take care dear. Have a good day." She said as she walked by you. You nodded your head. "Thank you, Mrs. Pottery, and you have a good day, too." You said she waved as she walked on, getting her exercise in. You breathed a sigh of relief before you walked on home. Once inside, you closed the door and leaned up against it, breathing a sigh of relief. "That was too close." You whispered. You then kicked off your shoes, hanging up your bag on a hook. You unzipped the trailer, and you smiled at Wally.

"We're home Wally, you can get out now." You said. He looked up at you with a questioning look, and you tilted your head. "What's wrong?" You asked him. He looked back down at his toy apple. "You told a fib." He said. "Why did you lie?" He asked you. You sighed as you looked at him. You crouched down in front of the trailer, your hands on the edge of it where his feet were. "Well, it was a lie, yes, but it was to keep you safe, Wally." You explained to him. He stared at his apple a little longer before he looked up at you.

"But, lying is bad." He said, you nodded your head, agreeing with him. "Yes, lying is bad. But when you lie for people you love, it's not so bad anymore." You explained. He looked up at you. "People, you love?" He questioned. "You love me?" He asked. You gapped at him like a fish, and you thought over his words, but you smiled down at him. "Yes, Wally, I love you very much." You told him you were unsure of your words, but your heart pulsed for him and his safety, you'd agree that you did love him.

He smiled up at you, his eyes seeming to gleam. "I love you too!!" He said happily. You smiled at him, his words warmed your heart. "I'm so glad that you do, Wally." You said before you reached into the trailer to unbuckle him. "Now let's get you out of here." You said as you unbuckled him. He smiled up at you happily. "I can get my paper too?" He asked. You nodded. "You can get your paper." You said as you moved back, giving him space to get out. You got up and walked around the trailer, getting the mail out. "Make sure you get your toys, Wally." You reminded him.

He was sitting on the ground, pulling off his shoes. "Okay." He said in a strained voice as he pulled his shoe off. Once they were both off, he walked over to the trailer, and he pulled out his things. You took all the mail to the kitchen counter. Placing it down as you looked over the envelope that contained a bill. "Ah, the light bill. Great." You rolled your eyes as you saw the electric company symbol. You opened it up, finding the due date, and you nodded. "Good, they lowered the prices." You said as you shook your head.

You placed that one down, and you picked up another bill, seeing that it was the gas bill. "This shouldn't be too high." You said as you got ready to open the envelope, but a tug on your shirt stopped you, and you looked around before looking down. Wally was staring up at you innocently. "Can I have my Newspaper?" He asked you. You nodded as you looked back over to get his newspaper. You grabbed the bag, and you gave it to him. "There you go, Wally." You said.

He happily took the bag before he looked at it confusingly. "Why is it in a bag?" He asked. You looked away from your bill, and you looked down at him, thinking about his question. "Hmm, I don't know, honestly. I think it's to keep it clean." You answered, never actually thinking about why it was in the bag. He seemed to take that answer, and he walked off with the bag. His next words made you freeze in pulling out the bill.

"Thank you, Eddie." He said as he walked back to his little chair. You looked over at him, questing his choice of words. 'Eddie?' You wondered, as you watched him slip the newspaper out of the bag and watch it plop on the table. He then placed the bag down gently in front of him as he opened up his newspaper, seemingly like a pro as he crossed his legs. 'Something isn't adding up.' You thought as you watched him read the papers. 'Something is off, and I need answers, but how do I get answers?' You thought.

You looked down at the opened bill, looking at the due date, but not really reading it, your eyes scanned over the paper mindlessly before you came across the words. "Contact us at www...." Your brains started racing, and a light bulb went off in your mind. 'The internet.' You thought.

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[shelbgrey]

hiii ! i’ve just recently gotten back on tumblr after rewatching bones again and ive been dying for some lance sweet posts ( so thankful you write for him you’re amazing <3 ) anyways i was wondering if you could write something up for sweets with maybe this prompt ? 0.4) “Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you?” especially if the reader could be plus sized if not, i appreciate you reading this have a great day,night <3

Let me take your pain away(Lance Sweets)

Paring: Lance Sweets x Plus Sized!Reader

Summary: Lance comes home all scraped up and his girlfriend patches him up, trying to take his pain away.

Prompt: 0.4) “Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you?”

MasterList

“hey, this is Lance Sweets, leave a message”

I started to get worried when Lance wasn't answering his phone. I knew he was out with Seeley, dealing with a suspect, but that was a few hours ago. Even then Lance was good about answering his phone even if it was a quick text. Every time I got Lance's voice mail the more I worried and the harder it became to concentrate on the file I was studying for the case.

An hour later there was a knock at the door, I immediately sprang from the couch and ran towards the door. It's funny, I could just recognize it was Lance just by his gentle and yet firm knock.

I sighed with relief when I saw it was Lance, but he looked rough. He had a few bruises and cuts on his face, his side looked like it was nicked from the way he was holding it, and his shirt was covered in blood. “Oh Baby, what happened?” I asked softly as I pulled him into our home gently then closed and locked the door.

It hurt to see him like this, his bright smile was gone and he winced in pain after every move he made. I followed him close behind, afraid he would lose his balance. He let out a groan and leaned against the door frame of our bedroom, his breathing quickening. He sighed and looked towards the floor. He was completely exhausted and you could just see how much of a beating he had taken. “I'm okay…I'm okay…”

I gave him a soft expression and gently helped him sit down at the foot of my bed. I took the holster that held his gun and put it on the nightstand so he could sit comfortably. “Just let me take care of you… You don't look fine” I said softly. Lance closed his eyes and tilted his head back, taking a few deep breaths as I gently moved a few strands of hair off his forehead. I saw a cut on his forehead.

I knew that he would be fine and did his very best to put up a brave face but, yet the cuts and bruises on his face spoke for themselves. They revealed the pain he was in and everything that he had been through to night. All the fighting, stress, pain, you could see it in his eyes.

“It's okay…” I said softly and gently ran my fingers through his hair. “I'll get you cleaned up so you can rest…”

Lance let out a shallow breath and nodded his head. He would never admit it, but the fight had taken a lot out of him and he needed a break. He had always tried to put up a tough front for people, always telling people he was fine, even to me, yet I saw right through him every single time. We had an incredible bond, one that could never be explained unless you experienced it yourself. I kissed his forehead gently then left to get the first-aid kit and some clean clothes for him.

Lance sighed, his eyelids falling slightly, yet he fought it as much as he could, waiting to be taken care of like I did so many times before. I left him in our room and rummed around for first-aid supplies. That was one of our favorite things - our abilities to take care of each other with no judgment. It showed how much we loved each other. He was still setting at the foot of our bed when I came back with the first-aid kit, a towel, and the clothes, I set all the items down on the bed next to him

I reached for the buttons of his stained t-shirt and started to up softly, so I could get the ruined shirt off and clean his injuries. After I unbuttoned his shirt I slowly pushed it off his shoulders then threw the ruined shirt on the floor. I cringed slightly when I saw the nasty cut along his side and various bruises on his body. When you work at the jeffersonian you become desensitized to gore, but seeing him all bruised up made my heart pound.

my eyes softened and worry flooded my mind when he winced in pain after a single touch. I saw the nasty cut on his side, it looked like he was cut with a blade or something. “honey... If this was any deeper we would be taking a hospital trip right now” I said softly with a hint of worry as I gently cleaned the cut with warm, wet washcloth.

Lance chuckled softly, the pain becoming slightly more tolerable after being cleaned by the warm washcloth. The cut was actually pretty bad, yet Lance did his best to hide it the entire time. I worried to much. I'm always afraid he was gonna die. After I cleaned up the blood, I pulled out the bottle of peroxide. I gently brushed the cut with a cotton ball soaked in peroxide, I was slow and careful with my movements. Lance bit his bottom lip, wincing as he gripped my hips.

“I know Honey... I'm almost done” I said softly and started to apply clean bandages on the cut after I got done cleaning and treating it.

Lance's eyes slowly closed as I began to apply the bandages to the wound. He breathed a sigh of relief once it was all done. His body relaxed a bit, letting himself take some time to unwind after being so stressed from the case. He opened his eyes and looked at the floor, seeing just how bad his shirt actually was.

after I got done with the worst injury, I got a fresh cotton ball soaked in peroxide so I could start treating the cuts on his face. I moved and stood between his legs so could reach him better. I placed my hand on his jaw, gently tilting his head back so I could clean the cut on his forehead. The cuts on his face all stung a bit, he ran his hands up and down my curves slowly, trying to distract himself from the pain. At least they weren't near as bad as the one on his side. Some were just small cuts that would heal up quite nicely while others were a bit more severe, the largest one being on his forehead. He kept his eyes completely closed because it made the process easier on him.

“God, Lance” I whispered sympathetically as I put the last of the bandages on his face. “What happened out there?” I whispered.

Lance winced, holding his side as he shifted on the bed. “M-me and Booth went to bring the guy in”

“the guy me and Temperance interrogated today?” I asked softly as I wrapped up his busted knuckles. I noticed the broken skin and the bruises, the guy definitely put up a fight.

“yeah… N-next thing we know he shot up the place and ran for it. Me and Booth got separated… I went after him on my own”

I looked down at his busted body, feeling terrible about his outcome,he noticed and signed. “I'm sorry I worried you tonight… He somehow found out about our connections and threatened your life… I snapped”

I placed my hand under his chin and gently lifted his head up so our eyes could meet. The brow eye that usually held so much love and happiness now looked tired and broken. “you have nothing to be sorry about, but there's no reason to risk your life over me,” I said softly.

“Then Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you? Why do I wake up every morning thankful you're lying there next to me, why are you spending your night patching me up instead of getting a good night's sleep? I know why, because you're worth fighting for and worth protecting” he spoke softly. “i'd go through this pain all over again if it meant keeping you safe”

I gently kissed his forehead. “I love you… Don't come home to me like this again” I said softly.

He smiled softly. “I love you too”

“I'll help you get changed then you need to lay down and rest” I said softly, running my fingers through his messy hair.

I picked up his bloody shirt and towel, throwing it in the hamper. I quickly grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and a flannel to wear to bed. I came back to him and helped him pull the flannel over his shoulders, but didn't button it up in fear of irritating any of his injuries. He pulled his boxers, I smiled softly and ran my fingers through his messy hair, fixing it slightly “There... All patched up” I whispered.

Lance smiled softly then he slowly crawled into bed, laying down into the comforter. He closed his eyes once again and breathed in a deep breath, letting out a long sigh as he did so. His body was so tired and worn out after the lengthy fight. It felt so good to just relax and know he was safe.

I smiled softly and carefully climbed into bed, getting comfortable on my side of the bed, usually we'd cuddle in bed but since he was so sore I was just gonna sleep on my side of the bed.

“Thank you for taking care of me… I love you” Lance said softly, drifting off to sleep.

“I love you too”

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[amazinglyegg]

hi! Following seeing some of your posts and the art by typosandtea, I was wondering what your lore/ hcs for Cutler are! I LOVE your design for him

also just came to say I think you’re awesome :) have a great day

Thank you so much!! Your headcanons on Cutler have been amazing as well, I'm so glad this character that gets like, two lines of dialogue about him is getting recognized by the fandom (as he DESERVES!)

Headcanons about Cutler

Cutler had his eyes on the cute scrap seller in Rivet City for a while, and their first real interaction was him trying to flirt.

Danse, being on the aroace spectrum (maybe demisexual?) and extremely oblivious, never realized this fact. He assumed Cutler was just trying to haggle for a lower price.

Cutler never bought anything though. Instead he would ask about the original uses of all the pre-war items Danse had in stock and watched as Danse's face lit up. He loved to listen to him ramble about things he was passionate about.

He asked Danse out for a meal one evening and Danse, hungry and poor, was happy with the free food. Danse never quite picked up on Cutler's crush, but Cutler took it in stride anyway - he was a very carefree guy who was perfectly fine with making a new friend.

Danse and Cutler were basically opposites. Cutler was always impulsive and chaotic, big golden retriever energy, and Danse was much more reserved and anxious when he was younger.

They balanced each other out well, Danse could reel Cutler's chaos in and Cutler taught Danse to loosen up a little. They got into trouble sometimes, but never anything too serious.

I also imagine Cutler to be a bit of a nomad. He had a sister at home he'd send mail to regularly, but other than that he was always moving and exploring the wasteland without a specific goal in mind, only staying at places for a few months at a time before moving on.

So of course he was hyped about the Brotherhood recruiting. Free food, clothing, shelter, and education! And once he got bored he'd just dip and find a new place to call home like he always has.

He probably would have left the Brotherhood long before his scouting op if it wasn't for Danse, honestly.

His opinion of Danse was a complicated one. Depsite not usually becoming attached to friends or lovers, he had this urge to keep Danse safe and watch him succeed in life. Danse was such a strange guy with such a complicated mind it was like watching a bug under a microscope... and his crush on him really didn't help.

By the time he realized just how deep of a hole he dug himself into it was too late to back out and go back to his nomad life. Not that he minded, he was more than happy following Danse to wherever he wanted to go.

At a certain point they both knew they loved each other, but nothing was ever said. It really wasn't important to either of them to label their relationship or have some sort of big admission of love. They just silently knew they'd be there for each other no matter what.

The last time they saw each other was when Cutler was leaving on his mission. He waved through the window of the vertibird and Danse, not wanting to break protocol, kept a steady salute and didn't wave back. They really thought they were going to see each other again.

As for physical features

Danse struggles with a bit of face blindness, so he tends to look for concrete features like hair, markings, or clothing to identify people. Cutler of course mirrored this perfectly by being very noticable in terms of appearance.

Blonde hair, green eyes. A burn scar going down his face and to his shoulder. Cheap jewelery with a fake gold chain necklace. And, despite how cold it probably was in rivet city, he always wore a white tank top. He was a very memorable guy and didn't change his outfits often!

When Cutler died he still had his dogtags and chains around his neck, almost tight enough it was constricting blood flow. This sticks with Danse for a long time and plays a bit into my fic Danse and Uncertainty where he gets all emotional seeing a feral with a sundress on. It reminds him that all these monsters were once human, and potentially once someone's friend.

I don't quite have a story in mind for his burn scar, but given how he spent a big chunk of his life moving around it's not surprising he had some scars. He was never self conscious of them and loved showing them off and telling the stories, even if he had to stretch the truth a bit to make them more interesting.

#fallout 4 #paladin danse #cutler #headcanons #fallout 4 companions

[nighterwriter]

Fur Coat

Bruce Wayne x reader

Word Count: 1218

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Never did you contemplate killing Bruce to this extent. 

Making you hide behind racks of clothes and alarming the high-end mall’s consumers would not look good if the press got their hands on it and posted it on every possible surface of Gotham. You were huddled near the bulkiest rack, winter fur coats (it’s summer for crying out loud), trying to map a way out the store and to Alfred who had parked nearby and resolved to sit in his car and listen to his radio than accompany the two of you inside the mall. 

You had developed a somewhat compelling route, but the rack swayed slightly as someone filed through the coats.

"I didn't take you as someone who liked fur, but if you wanted one, you could have asked instead of hiding behind it. Black or brown?"

Embarrassed and annoyed, you rose from your squatted position and glared at him. "I wouldn't have to hide if you weren't so stubborn."

He smiled boyishly as he strolled towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Being stubborn's what got me this far."

"Your lucky streak's about to end if you don't cut it out and let me go home."

"Home? We haven't even gone to the west wing."

"Bruce."

You had forgiven him for missing your anniversary. Blackgate had a jailbreak so bad, that the city was in lockdown for two weeks and citizens relied on government funding instead of going to work. You made it to the manor at the last second and stayed there for the entire two weeks practically alone. The inhabitants of the house were too busy trying to round up the escapees to tend to whatever less important need you had and you understood this, but it stung a little. It wasn't ideal sitting in your room with the blinds drawn every night, munching on a half ass dinner trying not to worry about your husband and kids. You'd barely talked to Bruce in those two weeks. You wanted to send a 'happy anniversary' text as compensation, but you didn't want to be the reason he lost focus. So you sat in your bathtub and blew out a candle you'd stuck into some leftover roast, wishing that your family could finally catch the break they deserved.

And when that break came, Bruce didn't leave your side. From the minute you woke up to when you went to bed, he was there. He went everywhere with you and when he couldn't, it was a constant shower of text messages. You knew he felt guilty, but you'd made it a point to say that it wasn't his fault you understood that things like this would happen and there was always next year. But that just made it worse. The entire manor tried to make it up to you, not letting you complete any menial tasks: no opening doors, getting the mail, going to run errands. It was nice at first, but now it was just overbearing. And the stunt Bruce was pulling now was teetering you towards the edge of pulling your hair out.

The man practically hijacked the car you holed yourself into for some errands and drove you to a high-end shopping mall, filled to the brim with designer clothes and snooty associates. Then, he had given you an ultimatum, buy at least one item from each store (keychains or pens weren't allowed), or he'd buy one of each thing in your size. You didn't believe him, but when he'd handed his card to the cashier and moved to write down your measurements, you caved and bought a ring. You'd done this for about seven stores, taking an extremely long time viewing each item before settling on the most inexpensive one, hoping your husband would crack, but it seemed like the fucker was made out of stone.

"I don't need any of these, Bruce, and you know it. I mean, fur coats, really? You're all lovely, this isn't about you." You assured the two workers who Bruce told to follow you and take whatever you laid your eyes on for more than a second to the register. "Could my husband and I be alone for a minute?"

The two nodded and turned towards the register, hefting the items onto the counter.

You placed your hands on each side of Bruce's face, tugging his head down to look at you. "Listen Daddy Warbucks, I know you feel bad about missing our anniversary, but I knew what I signed up for when I married you. I knew it would happen and it's sad that we didn't get to spend our anniversary together, but hopefully, if you cut this crap out, we'll have next year to celebrate."

Bruce sighed and leaned into your touch. "I don't want you to get used to the idea of never spending time together. I don't want you to think I don't care that I leave you alone every night, scared that the next time you'll see me is in the morgue."

"Bruce, stop being paranoid." You shook your head, running your thumbs on his cheekbones. "Don't you remember what I told you in my vows?"

How could he forget? He read them so often, that the words were burned into the back of his eyelids, flashing every time he blinked. He knew them, you made sure to sear it into his memory during your honeymoon, kissing different parts of his body at the end of each sentence. He nodded, eyes shutting when he pushes his forehead to yours.

"Then you know I don't give a shit about any of this. I just want you, Bruce Wayne. That's enough for me."

He pressed his lips to yours, cradling the back of your head in his hands as the workers cooed. You pulled away, pecking his lips one more time before straightening his collar.

"Now can we go home?"

"Of course, baby, but I should mention that the kids planned a surprise anniversary dinner."

"Why're you ruining their surprise?"

"'Cause they banned Alfred from the kitchen. Dick's leading the pack."

"Jason lost the rock paper scissors game again after I taught him all my tips and tricks?"

Bruce chuckled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you out of the store after waving to the workers. "He fought to bake the cake though."

"Please tell me it's what I think it is."

"Yellow cake with buttercream frosting, fresh fruit on the side."

"He's been forgiven."

The two of you took your time returning to your car, embracing the few minutes of alone time you had left before returning to a full manor. You made a mental note to return what you were forced to buy (except the ring, it was cute) when Bruce was stuck in back-to-back meetings. As you sat in the car as Alfred pulled out of the parking spot, you thought of something.

"Why'd you think I'd want a fur coat?"

Bruce shrugged. "You always keep me on my toes and I'm happy to get you anything you want."

"Yeah, buy me a fur coat when I have a death wish. I don't think Damian would let me step into the house, much less allow me to live if I even thought of buying one."

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne drabble

[legendofzoodles]

Magical Drifter

Ravio would be a great addition to the group. He wouldn’t be a link in the chin, but more like one of those attachable charms. I feel like he’d be a refreshing presence. 

He’s confident in a subtle way, knows his strengths and weaknesses and has nothing to prove. He’s done his adventure, even if he wasn’t the main layer, and has settled into a life he’s happy with. In that sense he’d kind of be the ‘straight man’ to the chain’s weirdness, not really sharing their extraordinary experiences, while also being an oddball. 

He doesn’t have any sort of major trauma. Sure he’s got his acute inferiority complex and doesn’t see himself as anything special, but they’re relatively average feelings we’ve all felt at some point. Not quite as extreme as what some of the others go through. So it’d be fun to pair him up with the others for some lighthearted or angsty bonding. 

Imagine him trying to haggle with Wild like Beedle for some of his rare items.

Or taking about Majora’s mask with Time- Ravio might remind him of the Happy Mask Salesman. All clothed in purple, business oriented and knowing a lot more than you’d initially think. 

He’d be able to break Legend out of his shell in a way I don’t think the others can, since he already knows him really well. 

He doesn’t have to be there all the time (he might get annoying if he did), but if he’s able to slip between Lorule and Hyrule, he can slip in and out of the chain’s adventure. 

Heck, maybe he hitches a ride with the postman, or straight up mails himself:

Postman: Got a parcel for a...Mr Hero?

Legend: ?

Legend: ...wait...

Ravio: [springing up from the box] Surprise!! 

Legend: TF AGAIN-?!

Ravio: Good to see ya buddy! (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)ﾉ

I just love idea of the chain being bone weary after weeks of fighting and travelling, only for this magical drifter to pop into their lives and then leave as abruptly as he came. Offering wisdom and a fun change of pace, while swindling them of their supplies. 

~~~

Thanks for reading!

Separated by Shadows (LU, Ravio and Twi bonding)

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #lu ravi #lu fic ideas #lu fic #can i say that he's like #the loki to legend's thor? #even tho neither are like those characters #lu legend #lu wild #lu time

[smallestapplin]

Now hear me out... ingo and emmet (separately) as your sugar daddies

No no, I hear you LOUD and clear, tho I’ve always liked the idea of them being unintentionally sugar daddies. They live humbly so with you by their side they can spoil you to their hearts content!

(I think I like these so much is cause my love language is gift giving and I want to spoil a partner-)

Asks are open!

(Note : I realized I made this really fluffy when you were probably hinting at smut and I’m only now realizing it when I’m about to post, or I got it right, i don’t know I’m not very bright.)

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🔲Ingo is the worse of the two about spoiling you, he just loves you so much, and though he can verbalize it very beautifully, he feels you shouldn’t have to worry or stress about anything!

-Being a popular subway boss for so long earned him a lot, through his own paycheck, magazine covers about him and his twin, and being asked to be a speaker at tournaments or being asked and paid to be in said tournament.

-All that offered a lot.

-And who better to spend it on than you?

-Rent? Covered, utilities? Covered, food? Covered, anything you can think of he’s got it covered.

-Like hell he will let you spend a dime.

-Never holds it against or anything.

-Ingo just wants your love and time.

-Trips to the mall and you can’t decide between two large plushies? Get them both dear, no their price doesn’t matter, get them.

-Need new clothes? He has you covered, and he gives very sweet feed back, his words are as sweet as sugar.

-Ingo hates calling it an allowance but he has no other words for it, you get a hefty one too just to make sure you have enough for going out with friends.

-note if you are one of those people who hates it when someone spends money on you. Tragic, if you argue with him about it like “no I’ll just pick one, they are expensive enough already.” He will pick up a third item you were eyeing.

He will make it more expensive the more or longer you try to argue with him on this, just let him spoil you!-

🔳Emmet however is not very good with words, he does know he has love to give and whatever you love he is down for showering with it.

-Always pays attention to what you like so he can surprise you with gifts! So! Many! Gifts!

-Shopping trips happen at LEAST once a week.

-Dates however are every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, but all his work lunches are spent with you.

-He will not accept any form of payment from you, he pays for everything and he doesn’t mind.

-Honestly the only payment he wants is a hug and that you love him, that’s it.

-You know how online stores have like a ‘recently viewed’ section?

-You don’t :)

-Why? Cause Emmet takes one look at it and buys everything you looked at.

-Blankets, pillows, beds, bed frames, clothes, food, drinks, housing, furniture, electronics, anything and everything is covered so hush up and cuddle him.

-You want an Alaskan king size bed complete with a company bed frame, 3 inch memory foam mattress topper for it, and a comforter to match? WELL LOOK AT WHAT JUST CAME IN THE MAIL-

-Yeah he just loves you, like a lot, accept his love.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon fanfic #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #pokémon #pokemon fluff #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader

[alicealcremiedelight]

Hello, Rotomblr!

My name is Alice, and I used to work as a Repair Technician for an agency I can't really name for contractual reasons, but I'm certified for the repair of Pokémon Center healing bays, general hospital equipment, A/C units, and other boring stuff. I also developed my own alternative to the Pokédex. It's still a prototype, but I'm looking for trainers to test them.

If you're here for the Pokédex user manual, it's here.

I've made the impulsive purchase of land in the middle of the Glimwood Tangle in Galar, so, if you spot a log cabin while passing through, swing by and say hi! But, while I'm here, I'm trying my hand a being a real trainer. I have 6 Pokémon that I'm raising! (Technically 5, but we'll get into that)

More about them and me below!

Their names are María the Gardevoir and Bruja the Mismagius. How they came into my care is bit of a long story that I'll tell some other time.

I have a Dragonair named Tesoro that I bought as a Dratini on impulse, but have since come to love!

I also have Tsareena named Marisol. She joined one of my workouts out in the Dappled Grove as a Steenee and followed me around before catching herself on one of my Premier balls. I'm trying to teach her every type of kick move, no matter what the Galar Leauge tells me.

These next two are a little complicated. Recently, I caught a Honedge and an Espurr in the same ball. Their names are Colada and Tizona, respectively, and they share a Pokeball together. They're inseparable, like physically so. Tizona wears the Colada's blue cloth like a scarf and hovers their scabbard behind her back with her telekinesis. They're a package deal, but I've been told by the Registry to list them as separate Pokémon for now to avoid trouble.

There's also my Mawile named Romeo. I found him flirting with Tizona. Originally, I though he was another trainer's but he was a wild Pokémon. Since he stuck around, I decided to catch him. The League haven't listened to my petition to let me list Tizona and Colada as a single Pokémon, so Romeo is off the Battle team for now.

María has started to type on this blog, too. Say Hi, María!

hello

She's shy, so please be nice to her!

Also, My Trainer Card!

Anyway, thanks a ton for reading my whole spiel!

//(<---- I'll use this to mark out of character stuff)

//This is my first sideblog for this kinda stuff, so I'm not really sure what I'm really doing. But, I stumbled upon people doing role-playing blogs like this and thought it looked fun so I made this. I follow from my main @mobageshiki, so I hope I never mix up blogs. I'm also not a minor out of character, too, but that doesn't mean this blog will be crass or anything. Feel free to interact with posts or send asks or even DM, if you ever feel like it! 👍

Pelipper Mail is: On.

Magic items/Anon: On.

Sentient Pokémon, Hybrids, and I think there's another name I'm missing. You're all free to interact, as well.

#rotomblr #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #pokemon irl

[i-cast-teatus-deletus]

Clothing - Pajamas (Part 1)

I did a phenomenal amount of legwork when it came to pajamas. There are tons and tons of websites out there that sell "plus size pajamas" and it turns out they go up to a 2X, also a 2X on their size chart is a US 16/18. Most of the search results for the first WEEK OR TWO didn't result in anything appropriate that was ALSO made of a tolerable fabric. I know exactly how long a recycled polyester pajama bottom is going to last, unfortunately. If this is a pair of pajamas that you likely won't use again after you've recovered, it's less of an issue, but I am trying to buy stuff that's a little more durable than that.

So you can imagine my shock and delight when I came across Land's End. I recognized the name, but I had never purchased anything from them, and this seemed as good a time as any to try.

Firstly, if you buy anything on the LE website and you're getting anything less than 50% off of the list price, you're getting scammed. They routinely have 60-75% off coupon codes, and usually there's a code already in effect on the website, a separate code for coupon sites (possibly multiples?), and a code for the mailing list at any given time. None of these three is always the best price, it will typically depend on what you're buying, and I highly recommend you try all of the codes at checkout to see if you can lower your total.

I ended up, if you can believe it, putting in THREE orders in a relatively short span of time (7 or 8 weeks, as I recall), mostly buying various clearance items to try them out. Not everything I bought was pajamas, obviously, but I'll highlight the pajamas that fit the theme here

I really loved the flannel pajamas, which are 100% cotton, sold separately as tops and bottoms, come up to a 3X and, inexplicably, fit me PERFECTLY. I'm used to clothes being wrong in at least one dimension, but their 3X is the correct length and everything. I love it so much I went and bought more pairs of flannel pajamas, and I got compliments on the pattern that I chose. It's a really warm and durable flannel, too, not like a lot of the cheap stuff most places use for pajamas.

They also have a flannel sleepshirt, which I also am quite fond of (especially as a light robe), that buttons up the front. I also bought, as mentioned before, a shirt/shorts set of their Tencel pajamas. They also have robes in a wide variety of fabrics, though I haven't bought any of those yet.

If you need to go larger, or find the patterns too feminine, they sell men's pajamas as well, up to a 4X, though I was less impressed with the men's pajamas pants that I bought. The flannel pants I bought in a 4X have been pilling already.

Unrelated to pajamas, though, I did buy some of their men's underwear (boxer briefs) and have been SUPER impressed with how comfortable and durable they are. If you're in the market for boxer briefs above a 2X (like I had been for years), they are definitely a place to look. I also bought a pack of cotton boxers from them, which were also really nice (though I wear them a little less often than the boxer briefs), but especially for surgery recovery (and especially wearing them as shorts) they are really great.

#ICTD Part 2 Clothing #Part 2 pajamas

[maffoosblog]

So who am I?, This seems quite a hard question , because, after many years, I am only now really finding out who I am. It was my wife that started dressing me as a woman shortly after we met, we sat in the living room and she asked me if she could put make up on me. I of course like all strong males tried to fight this by saying that it was not for me, but deep down inside, I couldn’t wait for her to do it., I’m not saying that as a teenager growing up and having three sisters, I didn’t sneak some of their clothes into my bedroom and try them on, but this was different my wife, (my girlfriend, then )slowly over a matter of weeks made me up in makeup most nights, and then slowly, but Shirley started dressing me in dresses I’d always had a bit of a fetish for latex and shiny PVCs, so this was her way of getting me into wearing ladies clothes, but slowly, and surely she moved me over to traditional ladies clothes, and she would buy the shiny stuff for herself years past marriage, came, along with children, so for awhile dressing me, only happened when the children were away, part of the reason for the divorce,was because she couldn’t dress me up and I couldn’t walk around the house freely dressed as a woman with the children around , this put a lot of pressure on our relationship and so she left leaving me with the children until they left for university thoughts of dressing went from my mind .

so I found myself on my own living in a house and working going out visiting friends, my life seem complete until one day I sat and looked through the Internet looking for something to buy. I’ve always been into cosplay making costumes mainly science-fiction, but for some reason while looking for items to make a new costume. I just looked at the wigs and before I knew it I had purchased one it arrived quickly as it does with Amazon and that night I put it on. I prepared my dinner while wearing the wig. Did a bit of work on the costume that I was working on and then went to bed I found I had the best sleep I’ve ever had in my life work went quickly the next day and so on getting home. I put the wig back on and I ordered a dress from amazon that night . While I was sitting watching TV I went through my bag of tools for modelmaking and found some mail files . I found myself watching TV cleaning and shaping my nails weeks have gone past now, I sleep wonderfully, and this is the first weekend of wearing a full outfit I’ve never felt so contented. I’m not brave enough to go outside just yet but there’s plenty of housework to do for a middle-aged woman.xxxxxxxx

[bizarrelovesquare]

Have you ever collected any American Girl dolls? I never did, but I used to get the catalogue. Their furniture is so cool and well made and it FASCINATES MEEEEEE

ignore that I'm answering this way late and after I already posted one of my dolls

I just started collecting them over the past few months! I'd been interested in them for a long time though. It's kind of a long story. I used to get the catalogs from 2002 to 2014(? somewhere around there? it was definitely a long time and I was legally an adult when they finally stopped coming) and I would look through it cover to cover multiple times, imagining what I would do if I had every doll, outfit, accessory, and furniture piece that I wanted. The names of particular items are still ingrained in my mind to this day (makes ebay searching very easy, lol). In elementary school, I read nearly all of the AG historical books from the library. I finally got a doll in 2007, Julie when she was first released, because I've always loved the 1970s.

However, even though I loved the doll, she initially didn't ignite that "spark" for me that I get with favorite toys, and I still don't know why. I loved her style, loved her story, still loved looking at the catalogs, but I just didn't know how to bond with her. My theory is that I was just at an awkward age (I was almost 12) and was transitioning from playing with dolls in a kiddie way to playing with them in older collector ways, but since I wasn't used to having an AG doll, it wasn't as simple as my never-faltering career as a Barbie collector since age two. I did try making more clothes for her a few times, and they were good for my age at the time, but I made mistakes and that frustrated me. She kinda just sat there and I eventually stored her away.

Fast forward to August 2022!! I go to an annual doll expo near me, and this is the first year they were able to have it since 2019, so I was stoked to be back and explore what was for sale. One table had some AG clothes for sale that I recognized, and seeing them in person instead of on a page was surreal, getting to see the actual size and quality, and I was like "...Okay...I could totally get into this...actually I DEFINITELY want something American Girl before I leave this place today." I walked around a bit more, and on another table stood my lookalike doll, Just Like You #23, one of the first AG dolls I ever wanted (along with Molly and Samantha). I stopped in my tracks and said "I've wanted this doll since I was a kid," and the lady behind the table says, "Well now's your chance!" I'm debating at this point, because the tag says $55 and I wasn't planning on spending that much on a singular item, but this is a piece of Evie history and I'm so drawn towards this doll, how can I not get her, and the lady must have read my mind, because she goes, "How much is she...55, no that's not right, you can have her for $30!" and now I'm about to start crying, and I'm like YES I'LL TAKE HER!

So I got my Just Like You doll, brought her home and curled her hair to match mine (AG why u no curly hair in the 2000s???), and I was instantly OBSESSED. The thing about me is that I can't love a thing without becoming a collector, so I had an urge to find even more. I discovered that they can go for pretty decent prices on the secondhand market, and I made a whole mental list of dolls/outfits/etc that I eventually want to find.

About a month ago was when I got the idea to make my custom Marinette doll; since she's such an adorable character, I thought she'd translate well to an AG doll. I spent weeks searching resell sites for the perfect doll, and I finally came across a Just Like You #30 that had had her eyes swapped to blue ones, and I knew she was the one. A few days before she arrived in the mail, I dug in our storage boxes for my Julie doll, and I brought her back into my room. This time, I felt the connection. Maybe all these years, I just needed some friends for her <3

I have three American Girl dolls sitting in front my bed now, and they're perfect for me. I'm looking forward to many future adventures, making custom clothes for them with my adult sewing skills, and adding even more of them to the family. So, that's been my journey into AG collecting!

#ask #american girl #this was so much fun to talk about thank you <3

[saintmeghanmarkle]

The unbearable avidness of grifting by u/Mickleborough

The unbearable avidness of grifting This is what I don’t get.Looking at extracts from The Tig and Meghan’s various social media posts, it appears that she enjoyed being in a position where she might receive free goods in exchange for promoting them. She seems to have liked wearing trendy outfits; being photographed in them; and playing the role of influencer - basically, a shill, albeit of above-board goods.Then she marries really well and enters a world of designer clothing; bespoke maternity wear by Dior, Givenchy, and Valentino; the odd piece of Cartier diamond jewellery. The only condition: she can’t accept freebies. (There are other conditions, of course: wear stockings at all times; wear hats outdoors; walk behind your seniors and betters (including the then Duchess of Cambridge) - but these are off-topic here.)Was it so difficult to accept this? Thanks to her very elevated position, she was able to throw a ‘Sayonara Zara’ (Daily Mail, unarchived) party, where she gave away her high street clothes. She had the freedom to buy whatever she wanted - and she did. In under 8 months, in the manner of someone on a see food diet at an all-you-can-eat buffet, she spent over £400,000 / $508,000 (Daily Mail, unarchived) on her wardrobe - just over 4.5 times that of the nearest fellow royal (not the then Duchess of Cambridge - nearly 6 times).Being able to buy things is so much more satisfying than being given things - for starters, you get exactly what you want, and when you want it. It’s like gift-with-purchase (thank you, Estée Lauder) - how often do you get what you really want? And yet - Meghan allegedly was ‘hungry for luxury freebies even after joining the Royal Family’ (Sun, unarchived). Why? When she could buy anything she liked - and it’s not as if the money came out of her pocket either. Did she want to pick and choose from stacks of free items? Did she expect things she wanted to be given to her for free? Did she want to wear even more designer labels than her clothing allowance permitted?And now she’s gone back to angling for freebies. Maybe that’s part of the fun - trying to get something for nothing instead of paying. Meghan in her grifting heyday, when she didn’t have to call the paps herself. At least she’s remained consistent. post link: https://ift.tt/5pnAUbL author: Mickleborough submitted: July 05, 2023 at 11:28PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

#SaintMeghanMarkle #harry and meghan #meghan markle #prince harry #sussexes #markled #archewell #megxit #duke and duchess of sussex #duchess of sussex #duchess meghan #duke of sussex #harry and meghan smollett #walmart wallis #harkles #megain #spare by prince harry #fucking grifters #archetypes with meghan #meghan and harry #I Am Invictus #Invictus Games #finding freedom #Princess Pinocchio #WAAAGH #Mickleborough

[ajvocals43]

By Day & Night, Part 2

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Pairing: Warnings: Mentions of death, suicide violence, trauma, and general angst (idk all the things, I’m sorry), slight swearing 

Summary is here: masterlist

When I woke up the next day, the last thing I wanted was an email from Oscorp, the company my dad worked for. I had already suffered through enough with them trying to keep me from pressing charges since it was a fire in their lab that killed him. Their equipment that “malfunctioned”, causing the explosion that somehow only hurt one person. You could say I was bitter but that would be an understatement. I hated Oscorp. They killed my father and barely batted an eye at losing the life on their staff, one of their most valuable assets. 

I hesitated opening the email, dreading what I was about to read but I was unprepared for what I found inside. 

Dear miss Stark, 

Oscorp would like to offer our condolences once again for the loss of your father. We apologize that we could not do more to prevent this, though, as we are sure you are aware, accidents happen. It has come to our attention that we are in possession of a personal item belonging to Tony Stark amidst the wreckage of the accident that seems to have survived. If you are interested, please let us know a time when you would be able to come pick it up or if you would prefer that we mail it to you. 

Regards, 

HR Team at Oscorp Industries

I really, really never wanted to step foot in that place again. I didn't want to be reminded of who I’d lost or that no one really cared but me. But if there was something of my father’s left, I should try and retrieve it, if for nothing more than to make sure that it doesn't get thrown out. 

So, much to my dismay, I packed my things for the day and sent back a return email. 

Oscorp, 

I'll be there later today to pick up my father’s things. Thank you. 

Regards, 

Y/N Stark

I hit the send button as I walked out the door, ready to start my freezing trek to my job a few blocks away at the library. As soon as the door opened I was immediately hit smack in the face with a freezing cold gust of wind that cut through my layers of clothes, chilling me to the bone. But, nonetheless, I continued on the routine path, willing myself to start my week again. 

…

How many times can one reshelf the same book before they lose their mind? Because I think I'm about there. By the end of my shift, I am dead on my feet from pushing the same cart of books around the massive library, running up and down stairs to somehow reshelf the exact same book more times than I could count; not to mention helping people find their books and having to plaster on a smile and wave a bright “Have a great day” to every person who checks something out. And I haven't even gotten to the worst part of my day yet. I still had to catch the subway to head over to Oscorp to get whatever of my father’s had survived the fire. 

On my subway ride over, for some reason I couldn't help but think back to my meeting with Peter. Probably because I was heading into the seventh layer of my personal hell and my meeting him was the one bright light in my life recently. I felt bad that he lost his girlfriend. I knew that pain all too well. Though I hope for his sake, it wasn't exactly the same loss I had. 

Because no one should have to go through that. Watching the person they love kill themselves because you decided to take a break. 

Okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly the reason why but it was a big factor. I hadn't realized everything that was going on under the surface. All I knew was that I was starting to feel suffocated in the relationship and that we weren't seeing eye to eye on things anymore. All I asked for was some space. I just didn't expect that space to be a 70 story drop. 

I was only partially out of my own head when the subway came to a screeching halt, jerking me to the side, despite my apparent death grip on the pole. The automated voice mumbled through the speakers, alerting me that this was my stop. When the doors opened, it took me a second to detach myself from the pole to start walking toward the last place I thought I'd be visiting. The walk seemed to drone on forever, and yet, at the same time, it flew by. Suddenly, I was standing on the sidewalk, staring up at the sprawling tower that bisected the fog looming over the freezing city. 

Oscorp. 

Someone met me as I walked in the building but I quickly brushed them off. I knew this place like the back of my hand. I almost could’ve laughed. I used to love this place. My dad would bring me here to watch him work sometimes. It was where I finally understood my dad’s love for science. I might not have shared it but I could understand it. Watching him work and the lightbulbs that went off while he did; it was amazing. This place became like a giant playground. 

And now it was my own personal hell. Filled with reminders of all the happy times that I’d had here with dad. Except no one but me would remember them. Now all that was left of that was apparently some charred “affects” of my dad’s. And this place was just a cold, office building that I wanted to be done with as soon as possible. 

Though as I made my way down the winding staircase leading to the lab, I couldn't help but place myself back into the mind of my younger self. How I would sneak down here to “spy” on my dad while he worked. I might not have understood his love for science and technology but when I saw the way he worked… it was almost like I could. It made me feel closer to him. But of course, he always caught me. Or rather, his A.I. system did. It seemed to be ever evolving, always catching my presence earlier and earlier each time I went down there. And once it did, it was almost like a switch flipped. He went from scientist to dad in less than a second, giving me the biggest hug and tickling me until I couldn't breathe. He would ask me about my day and we would talk about whatever project he was working on. Then it would be time for homework and sometimes, he let me stay in the lab with him while he worked. Those were some of the best days. We didn't even say much, but hearing the sounds of my dad working, while I worked on my own. It was the kind of comfort I hadn't found hardly anywhere else. 

 I found myself smiling in spite of myself at the memory.  But it quickly faded when I reached the bottom of the stairs to find what was once my father’s engineering lab, reduced to rubble and ashes. I could hardly walk through the burnt debris covering the floor. The scent of smoke filled my nostrils, matching the scorch marks on the wall. The feeling that hit me almost brought me to my knees and it took almost everything I had to hold back the tears pricking the backs of my eyelids. 

Anthony Stark was always supposed to be the biggest name in technology; not some measly engineer for Oscorp. There was no way that this was what was left of everything he had worked for. It couldn't be. 

 Fighting through the wall of emotion threatening to take over, I tried to wade around the damage clouding the room. Something seemed…off. Not just that everything my father worked for had been destroyed but… looking around, something was different. I scanned the room around me. I was alone. But my gaze fell on the far wall. The scorch marks were different there. 

Why? 

As I got closer, I started to notice minute details that were different from the rest of the room. Not visible to the average eye but to someone who had been in this room more times than a classroom? Night and day. 

I knew that Oscorp had secrets. It was too big of a place not to. I'd heard stories and for a laboratory, they sure did have a lot of security. But could my dad really have been part of that? I couldn't ever remember him being threatening or looking scared about what he was doing when he came home. He was always just…tired. Like he had worked the whole day. Which he had. Though as I stared at the wall, I felt that childlike excitement rush through me. My dad loved to tell me stories of superheroes. He even came up with this group. The Avengers. A team that took down bad guys and aliens and anything that threatened our world. The only superhero I ever needed was him. But ever since then, I had wanted to go on a superhero mission. 

So I couldn't help the words under my breath as my hands searched the wall. “Please be a secret door. Please be a secret door. Please be a secret door.” My right hand sunk in. “Yay!” 

Suddenly the bricks in front of me started sliding apart and a hissing noise sounded. A blue light shined on my face as the fog cleared around a glass tube. And inside? 

Nothing. 

Well, not quite nothing. I realized upon closer inspection that it was actually a… necklace. On a skinny, waist high pedestal was a small, silver chain upon which hung a silver diamond with a blue stripe across it. It was beautiful. I couldn't resist putting my hand up to the glass, almost as if I could touch it. I gasped as the glass slid open. 

I wasn't planning on taking it, but I started to hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Whatever this was, my dad obviously didn't want anyone to know about it. I had no idea how these things closed so I grabbed the necklace off its pedestal and ran out across the room, praying that the door would close behind me before whoever was coming got here. I closed my eyes in relief when the bricks slid back together right as my dad’s old boss came down the stairs. 

“Y/n? Is that you?” He smiled as he saw me. “They told me you were stopping by but I thought I had missed you. How are you doing?” 

Shane Meyers. I painted on my regular, polite smile and said “I’m okay.” 

I had never liked my dad’s boss. He always thought so high of himself. He always belittled the people around him, especially my dad. In hindsight it was probably because my dad had a natural genius that was hard for other people to understand. But when I was a kid, it was hard to watch my dad be constantly brought down and shorted because of his boss. He’d try to hide it from me, but I always heard. 

“What are you doing down here? I had someone bring his things upstairs. No one should be down here, it is dangerous.” He held his hand out for me to take. 

I started forward but I didn't take his hand. He didn't seem to care and followed me up the stairs. He led me to a conference room on a higher level that I had rarely been in. Most of my time was spent on the ground floor or underneath it in my dad’s area, I had rarely come up to the corporate side of things. It was bright up here. Despite the fog, the entire perimeter of the building was made of glass which allowed the sun to shine in from the higher levels. 

 I felt out of place in my simple jeans and sweatshirt, everyone else here was in some kind of expensive suit, some with lab coats over the top of them. I hurried behind my dad’s old boss, following him into the room, where at the end of a long table was a closed box. 

“Would you like me to stay here with you while you go through it?” he asked. 

“No, thanks.” I moved briskly across the room to pick up the box. “I have something I have to get back to. I'll just take it with me.” When I turned to leave, he stepped in front of me. 

“Are you sure? You could stay here to go through it if you want. You don't need to race out of here.” 

I wasn't sure why he wanted me to stay but I wanted out of here as soon as possible. 

“I’m good. Thanks though.” I moved around him as quickly as I could. I was trying not to look behind me as I walked out of the room but I couldn't help it. And when I found Shane’s eyes still on me, I picked up my pace as I went down to the ground level. I nearly sprinted out the front doors. 

Somehow I forgot that I lived in New York. My panic had me checking over my shoulder, every couple of feet, so I didn't see the person I was headed straight towards. My head was facing the other way when I walked straight into something. I was knocked off balance, the box flew from my hands and I was spun around, falling backwards. I braced myself for the impact of the pavement and…it never came. 

It took a second for my body to register the arms wrapped around my waist and back and the heat pressing against my right side. I opened my eyes to see…

“Peter?” I asked. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

It took a second for those words to compute. “Y-yeah.” I stuttered. 

He slowly brought me upright. "You sure?" He asked. "You looked pretty worried." 

"Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks though." I went to detach myself from him now that I was steady on my own feet. 

He leaned down next to me. "You dropped this." He straightened and handed me the box that had somehow landed perfectly and stayed closed. 

"Thanks." God, why did I keep saying that? Yes, he was cute, but that didn't mean my brain had to completely shut off. 

And…now it was awkward. 

"So," I started, "how are you?" Really? That's the best you can come up with? 

He chucked slightly and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "I'm good, I guess.” He paused before, “Where are you headed?” 

“Home.” I answered simply. 

“I’m sorry.” He seemed to genuinely mean it, though I didn't know what he was apologizing for. 

“For what? Keeping me from a concussion?” 

That I made him laugh pushed aside the embarrassment I felt at that statement. But then he gestured to the box in my hands, seemingly at a loss for words. It took a second for me to put two and two together. 

“Oh! I didn't get fired. I don't-didn't work there.” I looked down at the box. “This was my father’s. He was an engineer for Oscorp.” 

He seemed surprised at that. But then he got a look on his face that made me think that maybe this was not the best subject to bring up the second time you ever talk to a person. I was about to say something else; what I'm not sure, but he got a call. 

“I’m sorry but I gotta take this.” He held the phone up to his ear, but paused to say, “It was nice seeing you again, Y/n.” And then he was off down the street, talking to someone on the phone. 

“You too, Peter.” I said to his back. 

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[marshmallowprotection]

Me: I’m more powerful than these other Simps 😤😤

Also me: *came here to send an entirely different ask but got distracted by the tank top Saeyoung talk*

//ahem. Anyways.

One of the more outlandish fun clothing items I ordered for myself just arrived in the mail and I wanted to share because I’m obsessed 😭

LOOK AT THEEEEESE

… now desperately awaiting the day where the swelling in my legs and feet finally go down so I can actually try these puppies on 😔😩

But for now. I will admire them and dream of the possibilities. c’:

It's giving avant-garde and I like it. I'm not sure what kind of outfit you could style with this, but it's reminding me of a kaleidoscope for some reason and I feel like you could run with that once you've got a good color palette sorted out. A funky jacket with this could work and probably make it shine. Saeyoung would know right away what could make this rock for you, but that's only because his closet is filled with any possibility imaginable. Hopefully, the inflammation settles sooner rather than later so you can go a little crazy.

#clownishpossum #ask #mod kait #it's okay we can all admit we're clowns who gawk at the twins #i'd like to remind everyone that your respected choi twin would gawk at you in awe

[basementstalker]

Oooooh, very good taste. We're similar there, i want to try going a little bit goth and also more elegant, but most of my life i've only ever gone with the plain white t-shirt and sweatpants lmao.

A good amount of assorted and unique items, very interesting. I really like the detail of having the guardian dragon protecting the box.

Thanks for the image, it's good to see it!

I do have an idea of your timezone, yes, and it's fairly easy to understand since, indeed, it was late for me as well.

I'm doing well, what about you?

-🌱

Elegant and goth? Ouji fashion comes to mind, but there's rarely anything that isn't Asian sizes. I remembered, I've also dressed grunge. I'm not really sure what that is, but when I see it as a category on clothing websites it usually has clothes I've worn.

I love the dragon too. They're my favorite mythical creature and I'm sure it'd be fun to be one. The picture doesn't show it well, but the piece of glass- those dark ribbons are actually a very dark purple, not black. Pretty.

Ehhh, good job with the time zone. I've given certain hints about things here and there but I don't remember revealing that. Must have slipped by me, or I'm forgetting.

I'm good! Tired. I'm taking this architecture course online (for free, though there's a paid version where you get a certificate) and it's fun but a bit painful for my back (I sit in a chair for it, and tbh my back just sucks). I had pita bread and hummus for breakfast. Oh! And my first ever lolita dress came in the mail today. I was worried about the sleeves not fitting, but it's perfect. It's a light brown dress with white accents, and a teddy bear with a ribbon able to be pinned to the dress. Other than that I've done some studying of plants and magic.

What have you done today? And your emoji- is there a specific reason for that one in particular? Do you like plants? Or is it just because? I wonder if it appears anywhere in your blog description or title.

#basementstalker asks #🌱 anon

[pupmusebox]

(Ethan's info under the cut.)

Name: Ethan

Eye color: Grey(or Raven like his hair)/Gold(Amber) (Default color would be Grey(Raven) but you’re welcome to think of him having Gold/Amber looking eyes.)

Hair color: Black-blue(Raven like in color)

Age: 18 (Default. Age varies on verse.)

Gender: Trans Male

Orientation: Pansexual

Birthday: July 21

Blood type: B

Personality: Known for being on the peppy/cheery side even when trying to lift up the solemn mood or anything of the sort, may not admit it but he spooks a little easy when not paying attention (which is comical due to a high pitched squeaks he makes), a bit stubborn when it comes to sets his mind on things even when it comes to being friends with someone (even ones that are a bit rough around the edges), Ethan does cry get emotional especially while trying to keep things together with a smile only for a few tears to show when doing so, he’s also a tad hyper when perked up about any topic pertaining to Pokemon (Eggs, breeding, battles, etc.) and he does then to be a little bit on the forgetful side even when out on adventures leading to much wandering till remembering to read his map.

Appearance: Athletic and a bit slim side but toned from adventures, medium length hair and fluffy somewhat when he takes his cap off, always seen wearing his trusty hoodie when wandering about, tall but this be later on when his goes along on his adventures and being teased lightly by Lyra when seeing her, has a series of tiny faint scars from scrapes and scuffles he got into as a kid when used to be at school, his eyes tend to look like they shine a dark blue in the sunlight or moonlight as well(he gets flustered when hearing remarks on his color eye too).

[About]

Born to a pair of wonderful parents and earning that signature look of his father who enjoyed the young ravenette of a child, though one thing about Ethan was even back then that love for Pokemon shone bright especially when hugging his Johto starter plushies. Only small secret was Ethan was actually a little girl at first to much to his father’s surprise but still wanted to name the young raven Ethan since it was a name both parents settled on naming their child. Leading to his father in getting things prepared for his dear child who have a choice in whichever Ethan liked to be when the time came.

When Ethan was a young kid he was very much homeschooled for a few years mostly due that habit of disappearing from class via an open window or door when the teacher wasn’t watching or paying attention, he got scolded for that but his mother couldn’t help but shake her head at her son who had that adventurous side like his father whom was always working and away from home for long periods of time. Ethan always looked up to his father very much even looking forward to the various packages/letters/gifts he would get in the mail, most of them be of Pokemon items and clothes pertaining to that as well and most of the stuff Ethan got was saved and cherished dearly especially the cap he gotten as well.

Afterwards of few years of homeschooling and eager to start a journey to meet Pokemon and Ethan was quite excited when the Professor asked him to do something important though in the past he had his mood deflated when it was to move things about the Lab. On receiving the news of to escort an Egg from Mr. Pokemon’s house he was quite happy since he could venture further than what he was used to, in the excitement of this Ethan chosen Cyndaquil to be his partner and loved the bitty starter Pokemon since resembled one of three plushies of the starters.

On the way of New Bark Town he met up with his old childhood friend Lyra who was very excited to see him running about again but time with a Pokemon, after this Ethan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at a mysterious person who stood by a window of the Lab and got shooed away when too close leading Ethan to think the red head was just plain cranky. Shrugging off the red head’s words and racing off to do his chore of a mission as he called it to get the Egg and bring it back to the Lab, Ethan reached the destination safely with the precious cargo and met up with Professor Oak who was visiting at the time on arriving to the home.

Blinking with confusion till that grin shown on his face and jumping up with a loud squeal of joy, happy that the Professor given him a Pokedex along with the advice of to challenge the Gyms of Johto and to complete the new Pokedex. Leaving the home with a hyped up mood and racing back home but bumping into the cranky red head once again only to be challenged to a fight, though it was a close call he managed to win but also got pushed aside quite hard by the other trainer but finding out their name in the process due the ID card that fell out of their pocket. Returning back to the Lab and nearly taken away by a police officer but saved by Lyra who told the news to the officer, when finally done with the slight bump in the road and telling Elm of the news along with presenting the Egg that he was trusted to bring to the Professor and smiling when showing the Pokedex he gotten as well. The young ravenette of a trainer was very tuckered out from the trek then decided to head home to rest up before leaving the next day, on telling his mother of the string of events and getting a big hug from her with happy tears his eyes.

Prepping up for the long adventure and making sure to call his mother whenever he could thus beginning his journey along Cyndaquil, the pair were a funny duo and always brought a sense of safety and happiness wherever they went along with gaining more Pokemon partners to join them on their adventure. Ethan made sure to not reveal too much info on himself due to uneasiness of his appearance if someone were to see him without his hoodie, either way the young boy was happy in starting off his travels and made sure to check up with his mother so he didn’t forget his medicine and shots from a family doctor who stopped by the centers when he needed them.

Ethan being very energetic and like a light to who he enjoyed company of may it be random passerby or well known people too, his personality rubbed off on his partners as well which lead to very much fun while battling along the way leaving both sides satisfied with the battle outcome no matter who won or lost.

Traveling to various towns/cities with much curiosity of the areas beyond his town to say the least along with few misadventures as well, even occasionally bumping to the red head who he briefly met at the Lab in New Bark Town but managing to pull of wins against the other whenever the met. Most of the Gym Battles were tough when giving tries to tackle each challenge that were before him, also dealing the Grunts of Team Rocket who were thought to be gone but now were running about in the shadows.

Ethan slowly starts making a name of himself when tackling challenges and gaining few friends as well from people he met, from that goofy trainer of a beginner now turning to a fine trainer of great potential on somewhat keeping his chill through it all. Leading to the Kimono Girls to take interest of him from the sidelines whenever he come across them, Ethan couldn’t understand when they spoke to him and played it off at times he was just himself and no one of great specialty really.

With his trusty Pokemon along with everyone’s support he finally makes gets to where he always dreamed of being, battling with the Elite Four with much tough battles where he thought it be a close shave here and there but keeping his head up with a smile when managing a pull behind win when least expected of doing so. The last battle to put an end on his adventure chapter in Johto was quite an explosive one that being to the hard hitting action of both sides, Ethan practically was quite drained after all the fights and to tackle such a high hurdle with Lance was a good one to say the least.

His trusty Typholsion in the end was the one to win the fight but barely due to the way both trainers went all out in their battle, giving a good act of sportsmanship with Lance and smiling at the peak he managed to reach before flopping over quite tired but happy. Ethan was considered a wonderful trainer by all that kept track of his process leading to much bashfulness from him at the attention, he now took the opportunity to rest after all the adventures which was a good few days really when he got back home and conked out after hitting his bed.

[Main Team]

Typhlosion-Male Pidgeot-Male Espeon-Male Togekiss-Male Golduck-Male Bellossom-Male

[Around/PC]

(Egg Gift)Feralgatr-Male (Egg Gift)Meganium-Male Sunflora-Male Ambipom-Male Arcanine-Male Furret-Male Fearow-Male Gyarados-Male Ditto-Genderless Sudowoodo-Male Politoed-Male Talonflame-Male Florges-Female Gogoat-Male Aromatisse-Male Slurpuff-Male Sylveon-Male Cinderace-Male Dubwool-Male Boltund-Male Corviknight-Male Flappin-Male Appletun-Male Sandaconda-Male

[Non-battlers/Pets]

Eevees-Male and Female Slowpoke-Female Pichu-Male Yamper-Male Applin-Male [ Verses ]

-A Gentle Child with an Adventurous Heart (Age 12-17): Ethan begins his journey across Johto after accepting a job from Professor Elm which kicks off his own adventure along with earning a Pokedex from the renowned Professor Oak of Pallet Town from the neighboring region of Kanto. Tackling Gym challenges and also being wrapped into much troubles from a group named Team Rocket, Ethan makes his own way and grows stronger during his journey along with helping much people and Pokemon along the way too.

Teaching Silver also to treat his partners with kindness and not to be so harsh to them as well whenever they met up on their separate travels about the region, winning his battles as well when challenged by the red head of a rival and softening the other’s heart after many fights. After all his traveling about and finally reaching the League after gathering his badges then tackling the Elite Four with his trusty partners, the Four was on a different level compared to the Gym Leaders that he faced but with much trust and hard work Ethan managed to work his way up to the Champion’s room.

In the end on winning by a mere bit and tucked out Ethan took his place as a new Champion but nervous when tackled and haggled by tv reporters, thankfully with Lance’s help the young trainer was able to avoid the nosy reporters and slip away to enjoy well earned rest back in New Bark Town. Shortly after becoming Champion Ethan decides to venture over to Kanto and to tackle the challenges there as well, much to his surprise the place wasn’t all that easy and he stumbled a bit but gets through the tough fights despite the knock downs at times. Happy with his progress he still tackles the Gyms while taking in the sights of Kanto with a smile.

-Taking Adventuring to the Next Level (Default verse, age varying 18-24): After spending time adventuring all over both Johto and Kanto along with earning all the badges he could from both regions, Ethan decides to let his adventurous spirit to take him own more unknown adventures to other regions also quite eager to do so as well. Upon leaving the region Ethan decides to relinquishing his Champion title even though it been a short time in his eyes he wishes to see the world and what it could offer to his restless spirit of adventure.

He occasionally makes his way back to Johto when he can and when a bit feeling homesick, Ethan does meet up with his father when doing so as well especially bringing a smile to both his parent’s faces on returning with interesting stories and more.

-New Worlds to Explore and More - Crossover Verse/AU :Letting his adventurous spirit get the better of him ends up leading Ethan to brand places and worlds, mostly due to small gates/portals that periodically open up when slight disturbances occur in the world he lives in. On discovering one of these that fire of adventure kicked up into a blaze which pretty much gets Ethan into a spot at times depends on where he ends up being really. -Lights of the Rainbow from Shining Feathers - Deity in Training AU: (More can be found here.) During his travels Ethan stumbles across an hidden glen in the forest that is away from human eyes, resulting in the curiosity from himself and the young Ho-Oh that warmed up to him due to them following Ethan about the woods much to the trainer’s flustered expression on having a Legendary that is considered a Deity of sorts in the Johto region.

Leading to the young Ho-Oh decide in tagging along but also bonding their essence Ethan’s which leads to a bit of mishaps here and there, only thing being now is that he has to figure out how to control those new powers along with other things such as shifting. Pretty much adds more excitement to his life that much is said especially with a curious Ho-Oh who is wondering about the Humans and other Pokemon too.

#musebox abouts