#for myself and if i like it i'll kinda turn it into a competition to see who can get the highst score

[bigwishes]

Pretty Boy's Mistake

Kye was you average university athlete, mainly there to get a degree a generic sports degree to get a job as a personal trainer in the high end gyms, he rarely went to his lecture but always got outstanding grades. It wasn't that he wasn't passionate about sports or health, in fact he had taught himself pretty much everything the university had to offer before he had even gotten there. He was only there for a piece of paper. He spent most of his time in the gym, lifting weights whilst also training some guys on the side for some cash in hand work but he always made sure to put his own workouts first. His body was almost perfect and he loved every inch of it.

Although he wished he could be bigger. He saw some of the guys in the gym, how their tank tops looked like they could burst at any moment. One time he even saw a guys tank split because of an insane chest pump. He loved huge guys, wanted to be fucking huge like them. He would picture his gym crush and how his entire car would bounce and wobble when he squeezed his massive frame inside, he wanted a guy like that in his bed, he wanted to be bigger than that but a body like that would probably take him another 15 years to build and he wanted to enjoy and flaunt that size before he left uni.

Kye was in the gym when he saw a huge lumbering giant walk in. The man looked like a superhero right out of a comic and something possessed Kye out of no where. He followed the huge meathead to the locker room.

Kye stood there seeing the giant block almost all the lockers on a wall his back was so wide and Kye got nervous, a lump formed in his throat and he spat out what he had to say.

"so...how do I get as big as you bro"

the massive dude turned around looking around the locker room checking to see if he was talking to someone else, he let out a thunderous chuckle.

"you talkin to me pretty boy?"

Kye grew red in the face "y-yeah man, look I been lifting for a few years and I really wanna get fucking huge like you man"

"aaa just keep at it guy, youll be massive like mean real soon"

"how old are you?"

"Im 22 bro"

"22!" Kye yelled "bro im almost 23 how the fuck you get so big man, you gotta tell me your secret"

"hmmm, look, you're kinda cute bro so, I'll let you in on a little secret, for a trade of course"

"Anything man, anything, Ive tried everything I know with diet and routine and I'm just not swelling up like other guys are"

"I'll give you my secret if you tell me why you wanna be so big, annnnd, for a date" the large man raise his eyebrow and walked closer to Kye.

Kye's heart started pounded as he imagined what it'd be like to have his skull crushed by the giant bodybuilder's monstrous thighs

"o-okay, ummm, phew, is it hot in here?" kye tripped and stumbled over his words like it was his first time ever talking to a guy.

"so, why you wanna be big pretty boy?"

Suddenly the man had is arms leaning on the doorframe behind Kye forming an arch over him looking down at him.

"eer, well, I-I like size and, I like guys with size and I wanna be big y-ya know" Kye tried to avoid eye contact as the massive brute leaned in

"So you like big guys hey? why don't you keep your lil jock bod, let a mountain like myself have fun with you"

"Because I ain't no bodies bottom bitch, believe me man, if I was as big as you, I'd of already throw you against the wall and you'd be beggin for it"

The massive meat head in front of him bit his lip

"so you promise, once you're as big as me you'll be tossing me around?"

Kye smirked trying to keep up the confident façade

"yeah bro, but gotta warn you, I'm already a catch, once guys see me with arms tearing out of my shirt and my huge muscled fat ass squeezed into tight gym shorts you'll probably have some competition"

"oh I like a cocky meathead"

the man turned around walking back to his gym bag pulling out a small vial of orange fluid, he handed it to kye

"I'm Jason by the way"

"What is this?"

"My secret mixture, drink it man, it'll make you real big...and give you that fat juicy ass you want"

Kye instantly downed the drink and gave Jason a wink.

"Alright, Im gonna go workout man"

"See you tomorrow pretty boy" Jason laughed as Kye walked out.

Kye was stepping into his car, having to stop to catch his breath, he worked harder than he ever had. He knew the vitamin shot he was given wasn't going to do anything but it was at least energising. Kye felt a strange tingling, as the veins on his pelvis swelled with blood pumping downwards. Kye gritted his teeth feeling like he was about to get hard and suddenly he watched as his package swelled and doubled in size in his pants.

Kye jumped in his car feeling his thighs and arms swell. Like his pump was subsiding but his muscles weren't shrinking down to normal size.

He drove home, gritting his teeth and occasionally grunting the entire way.

Kye stepping of of his car feeling his shirt tight around his chest and arms. He let out a tired sigh feeling strange and walked inside. Kye saw himself in the mirror, his shirt tightly pulled across body. He pulled off his shirt seeing his abs slightly stretched out, rubbing his stomach watches his package swell again.

UUUUUGGGGhhhhhh He groaned.

"W-what the fuck is going on"

Kye watches as his bulge swelled outwards in his pants straining against the fabric, as his stomach swelled outwards with it.

"W-WHAT THE FUCK MY, MY ABS"

Kye grabbed his stomach feeling it strain

UUUUUUUGGGGHHHH-UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP

Kye let out a painful groan that turned into a belch as tears started to form in his eyes, his perfect 6 pack was gone swelled out like he had been bulking all year round.

Kye couldn't hold back the belches escaping his mouth and with each on his body changed. His arms swelled bigger, his thighs swells bigger.

He watched helplessly in the mirror unable to stop the changes, no matter how hard he pushed his stomach trying to get it to shrink the only thing he managed to do was push out another belch. Kye mercilessly began scratching at his jaw and neck feeling an annoying itch take over. He was too busy watching as his body swelled up to notice the changes in his face. Kye finally looked up from his bloated stomach to see himself, hairy, big and bulky.

"WHAT THE FUCK, I" Kye pinched the side of his waist in disbelief

BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPP

Kye's massive meaty hand felt is muscled gut vibrate as he belched. Feeling a surge of change again, but he didn't see himself get any bigger in the mirror, he heard a slight ripping noise and looked around. Turning to the side he saw the fabric of his gym shorts tight, torn and ripped over his massive muscular ass. His face turned bright red.

"Oh god..I'm...uuggh I'm like a fat bear"

Kye's stomach grumbled and he made his way to the kitchen poking and patting his gut hoping by some mirecal it would shrink and turn back into a six pack.

Kye sat in the gym locker room trying to hide his new burly body under bagging clothing. Embarrassed and hoping Jason would walk in at any moment. After about an hour Jason walked in.

"H-Hey Jason"

"Oh hey Pretty Boy, hows it feel bein big"

"I" Kye couldn't even finish his sentence before letting out a monstrous belch

"I didn't ask for this"

"yeah you did bro, you wanted to be big"

"AND NOW LOOK AT THIS, WHERE ARE MY ABS IM TUBBY" Kye lifted his shirt and poked at the muscled slab

"Man you aint tubby, you bulky, thick muscle"

"But I wanted my abs bro, I wanted to look like some pro bodybuilder not like some kinda burping werewolf"

Kye rubbed his gut cocking his mouth open belching causing Jason to laugh. Kye's face turned bright red

"Dude stop laughing and fucking do something, uuuggghhh"

"alright bro, quit the complaining I might have something for you"

"Anything is better than this man"

Jason handed Kye a vial filled with bright pink liquid

UUUURpp "so, this'll fix me?"

"Oh man, it'll give you the perfect body"

Kye looked at it suspiciously feeling the concrete wall he had for a stomach. He closed his eyes and downed, a few moments passed and Kye didn't feel much different, when suddenly the familiar sensation rose up from his gut to his throat.

UUUUUHHGG-UUUUUURRRRRPPPP

Kye's eyes widen and his face turned white

"WHA-UUUUUURRRPPPP DID-UUUUURRRRRRPP YOU GIV- UUUURRRPP ME?!"

Kye tried to speak more but he struggled to form a full sentence from his constant belching

"Looking good man" Jason laughed

Kye, felt is rock hard bloated gut and heard the sound of tearing fabric as his muscles bulged out of his shit, soon he was left standing there in the gym locker room in nothing but his underwear.

Kye looked at himself in the mirror disappointed by his huge muscle gut, he cocked his mouth open and belched.

Jason let out a booming laugh "bro you look like you take roids and smash 6 protein shakes hourly"

"bro why'd you do this" Kye sheepishly asked

"because you wanted to me big"

"then why not make me like you, why give me this huge gu-UUUUURRP"

"Coz you were cocky, and I find it hot when cocky guys get taken down a peg"

"oh" kye smiled "so now you've gotten you kick I can go back right?"

"nah, you were a pretty boy jock, now you can enjoy being a bulky cunt"

Kye went to walk away from the mirror, hearing his underwear start to rip around is massive muscled ass. That'll teach him to take stuff from strangers in the locker room.

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #gay transformation #tf story #transformation #muscle bear #bear transformation

[homestylehughes]

wanna bet?

quinn hughes x fem!reader

summray: you make a bet with quinn, which of you will win?

wc: 2.9K

warnings: nsfw 18+ smut, unprotected sex, p in v (practice safe sex guys!), oral fem receiving, spitting, cussing, dirty talk. there's some plot but it's mostly smut.

an: OH BOYYYYYY... i'm a little nervous to post this... GULP. it's my first time writing smut, so hopefully you guys all enjoy!! it took me like 4 hours LOL! writing smut is hard guys... thank you to all of my smut writing warriors. ALSO i tried my hand at making a header for my work, i kinda like it?? i cant tell if i ate or not..LMFAO. anyways im done yapping. like and reblog if you like, as always much love as always.

happy reading <3

“We should make a bet.” I say to Quinn as we’re getting ready for a home game between the Canucks and Winnipeg Jets. 

He looks at me confusingly as he finishes tying his tie in the mirror. “What kind of bet are we talking about?” he mutters back. “I don't know, something spicy and fun '' I say, as I make my way over to him to fix his crooked tie. 

“Hm..i like the sound of that” quinn says, as he rests his hands on my waist pulling me closer to his body.  I chuckle at his sudden change in interest, finally fixing his tie, I rake my eyes over his face. 

“I have an idea,” I say as our eyes remain locked, “and what's that baby?” Quinn says, I can feel his gaze now locked on my lips. 

“If you score tonight, i'll let you do whatever you want to me.'' I say, as I slowly trace my hands around his neck to play with his hair, leaning my body further into his. “if you don't score, i get to do whatever i want to you, but you can't touch.” 

I can feel quinns breath hitch in his throat, as I press myself completely against his front, planting soft kisses down his neck and across his jaw. His hands moving from my waist, to my ass, griping is hard and pulling me even tighter against him. 

Quinn tips his head down to try and connect our lips together, I quickly move my head to avoid his kiss. “How do those conditions sound?” I say, looking at quinns now flushed state. 

“They sound really good, baby, they would sound even better if you'd let me kiss you.” he says, slowly moving our faces closer together. 

I slowly shake my head no, as I pull myself apart from him. “ I have to finish getting ready, and so do you.” I say, while looking at a wide eyed, flustered quinn. 

“You actually hate me, don't you?” Quinn says, looking at me, still wide eyed. “no i don't, i just like making you suffer.'' I grin back at him. 

“So are we shaking on this?” Quinn says, finally collecting himself. Without a word I held my hand out to him, waiting for him to grasp it. Our eyes are locked, as Quinn pulls his arm forward, his hand finally finding mine, pulling it into a firm handshake. “you're on Hughes,” I said to him. “No you're on, I'm scoring tonight, just for you baby '' Quinn says grinning at me like a kid in a candy store. 

I step forward and press a sweet kiss on his lips, pulling away before he has the chance to deepen it, “may the best man win” i say before turning away from him, to finish getting ready. 

I'm nervous, not for the game, but for tonight. My nerves are getting the best of me as I sit in the stands waiting for the puck to drop. My eyes follow Quinn as they warm up on the ice.

 I'm starting to think I'm a dumbass for even betting on this. Quinn is super competitive, he's not going to let me win, but damn do I want to win. 

Pushing those thoughts to the back of my head, I settle in my seat, gaze locked on ice as the first whistle signaling the game has begun goes off. 

      This is going to be a long game, a long night, I think to myself. 

The Canucks win in a shutout, 5-0. I couldn't be more proud of them as they skate off the ice. Most importantly I couldn't be more proud of myself for finally winning a bet against quinn. 

They played an incredible game tonight, with 5 amazing goals, not none of those coming from quinn. I couldn't help but secretly be happy that he didn't score. 

I leave the stands and make my way towards the locker room, waiting for Quinn to finish up with getting ready and press interviews. Around 45 minutes later, I see Quinn make his way towards me. I open my arms to him, grasping him in a hug, “good game baby” I say to him as he pulls away, whispering a small “thank you” in my direction. 

We start to make our way to the parking lot, silence surrounds us, it starts to make me nervous. “Any updates on Thatcher?” I ask, who went to the locker room during the second period, with an injury. “We don't know too much right now, hopefully we get some updates tomorrow morning on his status.'' Quinn says as he throws his bags in the back seat of the car, before sliding over to open the passenger door for me.

 “Hopefully he’s okay, I'm sure he is. He's a tough guy, keep me updated when you get any information." I say to Quinn, as he's pulling out of the parking lot. “I will.” he says shortly. I frown at his shortness, in the conversation. 

“Are you okay?” i ask him quietly, “yeah, im okay.” he replies back quickly. Not wanting to push, I decided that's a good enough answer, keeping my gaze locked on my lap the whole way home. 

The car comes to a stop, signaling that we made home. I quickly got out of the car, wanting to escape the tension that was starting to suffocate me. Unlocking the door quickly, speeding my way upstairs to the bathroom, not even looking back to see if Quinn was behind me. 

Closing the bathroom door quickly, I take a deep breath to regain my thoughts. Is Quinn mad at me? Is he upset over Demko? Upset that I won the bet? Upset that he didn't score? I don't want him to be upset with me, especially over this, this was supposed to be hot and cute and now i feel like it's blown up in my face. A bet that I don't even care about at this point. 

5 minutes later, after I've calmed myself down. I see Quinn on the edge of the bed, when I open the bathroom door. Taking another deep breath, I start to make my way across our bedroom to the closet. As I'm beginning to pass the bed where Quinn sits, I feel him grab my leg, pulling me back towards him. 

My nerves are rising again. I'm now in between Quinn's legs, looking down at my feet as I wait for him to say something. I feel his hands run up my thighs, gripping them with a slight pressure. Trailing them higher on my body, over the Hughes jersey that covers my upper half. Quinns hands, finding their home on my waist, for the second time today. 

“Baby, look at me,” Quinn says, gently but with authority. I slowly lift my head up to lock my eyes to his. “I think we have a bet to take care of.” he says to me, my brain doesn't even register what he just said to me, before i start speaking. “are you mad at me? I feel like you're mad at me. We don't have to do this, it's just a bet it doesn't really matter to me Quinn. I thought this was a good idea earlier but now i dont think it's a good idea. I know you're definitely mad at-” 

  I'm quickly cut off by the feeling of quinns lips on mine. Taking me by surprise it takes my body a few seconds to respond. Once I do, my hands are instantly finding his hair, as Quinn pulls me down so I'm now straddling his lap, our kiss getting more intense by the second. 

I began to grind myself on his bulge that I felt growing beneath me. Quinn begins painting beneath me, his mouth opening enough for me to slide my tongue into his mouth, pulling myself into him. Our mouths began to fight for dominance. Our bodies move against each other at a faster rate. Quinns hands pushed my waist hard against his, causing me to moan into his mouth. 

Quinn pulls back suddenly, causing me to wine more. “Does it look like I'm upset with you baby?” he asks me as he starts to suck on my neck leaving kisses in his wake, causing me to arch my back closer into his mouth. Pulling away from my neck, looking at each other as we’re both panting. “I was acting like a sore loser” quinns says while rubbing slow circles on my thigh, eyes still locked with mine. “I don't like losing, and I really don't like not being able to have my way with you, not being able to touch you.” he breathes out at me. I'm struggling to find my words while he's looking at me like that. 

“Quinn. I don't care about this stupid bet anymore, I want you now." I don't even wait for him to respond to me before I'm crushing our lips back together. The kiss is hot, with need and want. Our teeth and tongues clashing together. 

I find the will to pull myself off Quinn, now standing in front of him. Without saying anything, I began to peel off my clothes. Pulling off the jersey, leaving me in a black lacy bra, and my jeans. Quickly moving my hands to my jeans, unbuttoning them quickly, pulling them down with my underwear, kicking them off my feet. Reaching behind me and unclasping my bra. Leaving me completely bare in front of Quinn.

“I want you naked, now.” I say to Quinn, who moves in supersonic speed pulling off his clothes and throwing them somewhere behind me. 

“Fuck baby.'' Quinn says as he's pulling me into him again. “You look so hot right now, all for me too.” tracing his hands down my bare sides, causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps in his wake. 

Leaning forward he begins to press kisses against my stomach making his way down to my pussy, my breath begins to hitch, I'm afraid my legs are going to buckle beneath me. “Can I taste you baby? I want to taste your sweet pussy,  haven't in so long.” he says, as he slowly pulls my thighs apart. I can't find it within me to stop him, I don't care about the bet anymore. I need him to do something. “Yes please” I told him. He doesn't need to be told twice. 

Quinn quickly throws me down on the bed, my body making a small thud as it hits the bed. Quinn immediately pulled my thighs apart so he could rest between them.

 I'm knocked out of my daze, as I feel Quinn start to press kisses on the inside of my thighs, my breath is beginning to quicken again. “Look at me baby” he says, as he lifts his head to reach my eyes.

 I crane my neck to meet his gaze. Getting a good look at him, pupils blown with lust, his lips swollen and red, hair a mess, seeing him in this state turns me on even more. 

“Please Quinn,” I yelled out to him, shifting my body closer to his face. I need something, anything. ‘So impatient” Quinn chuckles, as he leans in closer to my pussy, so close I can feel his breath fan on my folds, causing me to slowly moan. “Keep your eyes on mine or I will stop. Got it?” he roughly says to me, nodding my head yes quickly. “Words baby” he says, “yes, yes quinn” i say urgently. 

Before I know it his face is diving into my cunt, his tongue instantly finding my clit, making arch my back into him. “Fuck” i say in a strangled moan, as my hands find their way to quinns hair, pushing his face deeper in my cunt. 

His tongue is lapping me up like a grown man starving, his hands are pushing my legs so hard and so far apart it almost hurts, but I can't find it inside me to care. His pace began to quicken, pushing his tongue in and out of my cunt. “Who got you this wet baby?” he mumbles into my heart. “You! Fuck right there baby” i moan out, as quinn slowly pushes 2 fingers in. 

The pressure is beginning to build in my stomach, between quinn fingering me and lapping and sucking on my clit is enough to push me over the edge. “Harder, faster, fuck quinn.'' I managed to push out, his actions now becoming faster and more aggressive than before. 

Before I realize, my peak is coming. My hips grinding themselves on quinns face,  desperate to cum. “That's it baby, there you go.” he says, as i begin to push myself on his fingers deep inside of me. Moving his thumb to now, rub my clit at a fast rate. “fuck quinn im coming” i push my head flat against the pillow as my body archs into him. “Fuck, don't stop. Quinn please don't stop, please please” i began to blubber out as i began to cum all over his fingers. Continuing to grind myself against him, taking anything that he’ll give me.

Quinns hands keep my thighs from closing shut and he removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue. Riding me through the last of my orgasm. My moans and pants are filling the room, my breath leaving my lungs as I finally come down from my orgasm. 

Quinn slowly pulled his face away from my heat. “That was the hottest thing, ive never seen, fuck” he says before making his way on top of me, his lips finding mine. 

Wrapping my arms around his neck pulling his chest to mine. Our bodies rocking together, “quinn” i say breathless, as his tongue is attacking my neck, moving his mouth lower down my body. Grasping my left nipple in his mouth, gently biting it, then releasing it into his mouth, wrapping his hot tongue around it. The action causes me to moan loudly, pushing my already close body even closer, if that's even possible.

As good as his assault on my boobs feels, I need him inside of me now. “Quinn” I say firmer this time. Pulling his face to mine, “ i need you to fuck me now, please now” i say panting in his face. 

That seems to flip a switch inside of quinn, he's quickly lining up his cock, with my entrance, slowly pushing himself into me. Quinn goes as he fully enters me, our eyes locking for a quick moment before I lift my head to bring myself to his lips. This kiss is different from the others, love and passion filled, a kiss that isn't rushed. “Can I move baby?” quinn asks from above me, “yes please fuck me” i pant back into his mouth, bringing our lips back together again.

Quinns hips quickly snapping against mine, pulling out fullying before pushing himself back into me. The quick motion caused the both of us to moan loudly, “harder” I moan out to him. “You want me to fuck you harder baby?” Quinn says back to me. To answer his question I push my hips up to meet his thrusts, quinn moves one of his hands from my waist to my right leg, and pushes it above his shoulder. the new angle, hitting a depth i didn't know was even possible. Fucking me at a pace so good, that i didnt want him to stop. 

The sound of groans, moans and our skin meeting and slapping together fills our room, our bodies slick with sweat. My eyes flutter open meeting quinns eyes, as he fucks me so deep and so good, my mouth is hung open but no words are coming out. 

Grabbing my jaws he leans down and spits into my mouth “swallow” he orders, his eyes still locked with mine. I do as he says, swallowing every last bit.

“Fuck you’re so hot” quinn moans at me, as he continues to fuck me. “More more '' I moan loudly at him, Quinn then pushes both of my legs on his shoulders. Fucking me so deep i can feel him in my stomach.

“Im gonna cum, baby” Quinn breathes in my ear, his face dropping to my neck as he picks up his pace. I feel the familiar burn build up in my stomach again. “Don't stop, im almost there please dont stop” i wine at him urging him to go even faster. 

Grabbing our headboard, using more strength to push himself harder into me. One singular snap of his hips causes me to cum. “Quinn quinn, im coming fuck fuck fuck” i moan loudly. “come for me baby fuck” quinn says as he continues to fuck me though my orgasm. 

“Im cumming” he sputters out, his lips finding mine. Our bodies move together as we’re coming down from our highs. 

My legs slowly come down from his shoulders, Quinn slowly pulling out of me, wincing as he does. Collapsing beside me, our chests falling and rising together, pants fill the room still. I turn my body to his hand tracing his chest and neck. Pushing his hair that's fallen in his face back. Quinns arms circled around my waist pulling me closer to him. 

“So much for the bet huh?” he says while laughing, pulling me in for another kiss.

#nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #nhl fic #quinn hughes smut #vancover canucks #hockey smut

[angelkhi]

kiss it better - j.m

pairing: dilf!joel miller x babysitter!reader

summary: turns out joel is trained in first aid, among other things.

warnings: SMUT (18+ Minors DNI) oral (f), fingering, masturbation (m), age gap, creampie but not technically p in v, cumplay i guess, squirting? cum eating/swapping(???), praise, an inkling of overstimulation, hair pulling, needy joel, some dirty talk / bad language, nicknames: dove, pretty girl, sweet girl, idk just some down right dirty shit with some feeling, mentions of injury (a scraped knee and elbow), age gap, slight hurt comfort, grumpy bucky, kinda sweet ending. very sorry if i missed anything!

word count: 2.4 k

a little note: hi! this shit is nasty soz xx i wrote this for bucky but changed it to pre-outbreak joel cause yeah, also not proofread cause i don’t like reading my own shit, and sarah is like 5 in this, also if u know me no you don’t, okay love ya x likes and reblogs appreciated 🫶🏾

"You, kitchen. I'll be down in 10."

You'd listened of course, planting yourself on the kitchen counter and awaiting his return, but those 7 simple words left you fidgeting for the entire 10 minutes he was gone.

Joel walks into the room without a word, puts the bright red first aid box on the counter next to you and pulls up a stool. You can't help but watch his fluid movements, admiring his grace and precision even in the smallest of movements. All of them are deliberate, calculated.

"This is gonna sting a bit." He rips open an alcohol wipe, sliding a hand behind your knee to keep you in place. "Deep breath for me."

"Joel, I can sort it myself- mother fucker!" You start to protest but he presses the wipe against your broken skin, the sting unexpected despite his prior warning.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Joel smirks, wiping over your knee once more, his fingers digging into your flesh when you try to pull away from him. "Keep still."

"I told you I'd sort it." You mumble.

"Stop being so proud for 10 minutes. Let me help you."

"But..."

He sighs, finally looking up at you. You're not sure if it's the intensity of his stare, or the fact that he's hunched over you, touching you so gently, as though a scraped knee just might break you, but that sigh defeats you.

"Okay."

Silence falls over you again and you continue to watch him work, smiling when he fiddles with small bandage and adds a princess sticker for good measure.

"I'm sorry about earlier. Didn't mean for such a dramatic entrance but you know Sarah, she's..."

"Stubborn and bossy."

"I was going to say strong minded and competitive. Like her father." His brow quirks subtly, but you pretend not to notice it.

"So... stubborn and bossy." Joel smiles, still completely focused on bandaging your knee, "There you go, all patched up."

You nod, unsure of what to say all of a sudden. Joel fills the silence.

"I've missed you." Three simple words, that probably would've had little effect on you if they hadn't come from him.

"You saw me yesterday Joel."

"You know that's not what I mean dove." He glances up at you, just for a second, but a second is all he needs to know you understand. Of course you understand. You've spent the better part of a year trying not to miss him.

"Always so proud. It's okay to let people help you."

"My pride took quite the hit today thank you very much, your kid is way too good at tag." Joel chuckles, and your bruised pride heals a little, knowing that you had made him laugh. The way that his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches, the almost giggle. You want to commit it to memory. To keep them it your pocket safe and tight for when you needed it. Even as his soft eyes bore into your own, silently demanding an answer to his statement.

"Thank you, Doctor Miller. I'd better be going." It's cowardly, barely even a whisper, almost drowned out by the low hum of the fridge.

But you don't move though and nether does he. Joel smooths the bandage over your knee, his lingering thumb quickly replaced by his soft lips. Joel gazes up at you as he rose from his knees, his hands sliding up your legs with each fluid movement. His hands move on their own accord, across your thighs, skimming your hips and waist, moving up and up until he's cradling your jaw.

"I wanna keep you in just a little while longer for observations, doctors orders" You lean into his touch, hyper aware of how close the pair of you suddenly are.

"Hmm. Okay Doctor Miller, any other remedies... since you insist." You're breathless, the air in the room seeming none existent as you bend to his will.

"I can think of one."

He bunches your skirt up around your waist in one swift motion, urging you to lay back against the cool marble countertop. His lips are full and warm against your skin, lingering on the inside of your knee, his fingers holed in the side of your panties, dragging them ever so slowly down your thighs. Joel's every movement is slow and deliberate, as though he's trying to savour each and every part of the moment.

"Such a pretty cunt." A small burst of cool air against your exposed pussy pushes you closer to the edge of desperation. Joel's hair tickles your inner thighs, his soft shirt brushing the back of your knee

"Tell me you missed me." He's so close to where you need him, practically dangling himself on a string. "Tell me how much you missed me touching you like this."

Joel finally touches you, his thumb circling your hole, watching you clench around nothing desperately spread out on his kitchen counter willing to take anything he'll give you.

"Missed you, Joel. So much." He hums, pride seeping out of his pores, dark eyes flickering when you say his name.

"Fuckin my hand to the thought of you was torture dove. Nothin compares to this perfect little thing." His lips purse and a small burst of cool air brushes over your clit. You grow more and more desperate the closer he gets, you're practically offering yourself up on a silver platter and he chooses now to take his sweet time?

Your fingers thread through his shaggy locks, prompting him to do something or you'll do it yourself. Joel' laugh is quick and breathless, his eyes slipping shut when you lightly scratch at his scalp.

He leans forward, tongue dragging from your entrance to your throbbing clit. Your fingers tighten in his hair and he groans pulling back to speak.

"Just as sweet as I remember." He takes another moment, then his head is between your thighs.

You're not sure if it's been hours or minutes but Joel's head is still buried between your thighs, lapping at your clit and weeping hole like a starved man. Every time you think he'll give you some sort of a reprise, he just gives you more. Fucking an extra finger into you each time he comes up for breath, or simply just toying with your clit, enjoying the way you respond so diligently to his every touch.

Your hands find the edge of the counter out of sheer desperation, too scared you'll pull at his hair too harshly in this marathon of touching, that is at least until Joel's movements stop abruptly, his head lifting from between your.

"Joel, are you okay?" His large hands wrap around your wrists, prying your hands off of the marble and back into his soft hair.

"Don't stop-" he presses a sweet kiss to your thigh "-feels so fuckin' good."

He wastes no time getting back between your thighs, bringing you back to that ledge he'd left you on. The soft point of his nose brushes against your clit, your hands grasping his hair with fervour. Joel's moan is low and deep, vibrating from his lips right to your open cunt. The knowledge that you're giving him just a fraction of what he's giving you makes your chest swell, and you bet that if you had to energy to lift your head and look down on him, his trousers would be uncomfortably tight and his hips Joeling up at nothing.

He curls his fingers, hooking them perfectly against where you need him, his hand moving at an unnatural pace. You try to stay quiet so not to wake the little girl asleep upstairs, but you're being torn apart from the inside out and Joel's muffled sounds do nothing but spur you on. Once his lips pucker against your clit and his fingers rest on that perfect spot, you're finished. Torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer, you simply just let it happen, let him coax your body through a perfect orgasm until you have no choice but to push the gluttonous man away.

"So fuckin' pretty. Look at ya, all mine." He's breathless, supporting your now upright frame between his muscular arm and chest. He presses his soft lips to yours, and it's a mess of nipping and sucking. His tongue brushes up against yours slowly and deeply, the taste of your own orgasm lingering on your lips.

"Just one more. Gimme one more yeah? So fucking good for me dove." You nod, something between a hoarse sigh and a whimper when he asks for verbal confirmation. He slides two long fingers back into you with ease, right back with that bruising pace, watching with dark eyes as you grind your clit on the ball of his palm.

"That's it, I've got you sweet girl. Give it to me." Joel's efficient when he works your body. He enjoys how you clench around his fingers when your orgasm builds, or how your swollen clit respond so well to his touch. He likes it when you push your fingers into his broad shoulders, anchoring yourself to him. He fucking loves it when you muffle the high pitched scream in his shoulder, teeth digging into his skin slightly as you release over his hand.

Dark grey spots linger on the cotton of his joggers from where you'd gushed all over him, but he doesn't care. Joel cradles your face, taking you in, his own little slice of heaven on earth. His.

Your nimble fingers tug the waistband of his joggers until they're just low enough to release him from their confines. His fingers brush over yours, moulding them against him, guiding you to palm his cock in a tight fist. Joel's concentrated gaze flickers between your glistening thighs, your pretty eyes, your half parted lips, your wet pussy spread out just for him. He's frantic, chasing pleasure from your white knuckled fists.

You slip your hand free, tracing over the stubble on his chin, fingers trailing around the back of his neck, until they're locked in his hair again. Your grip is rough when you tip his head back slightly, and he shudders against you, hips chasing his fist.

You relinquish in the small amount of power, the new feeling sending a rush down your spine. His lips rest against yours, his soft noises brushing against your skin.

"You gonna let me make a mess of this cunt, huh? Gonna let me come all on your pretty pussy."

"Joel please."

"Fuck. You're too good to me." He's whining for you. Fucking whining, and it's all because of you. Joel's hips stutter and thrust into his hand, the thick head of his cock bumping against your sensitive nub, extracting every last ounce of pleasure from your already spent body.

"Joel, come inside of me. Please Joel, you're always so good to me, let me be good for you." His hips slow as he takes in your words, your hands on him. He works himself over with his fist once more before he grips himself at his thick base pressing himself against your sensitive clit once again. He slides himself down, down, until the head of his dick is pressed against your waiting hole.

The familiar stretch of him pushing into you has you whimpering, still so sensitive. Joel's breath stutters and his hands grip your hips as he fucks his tip into you. His thrusts are quick and shallow as he gets himself off and you're muttering against his lips how good he feels, how pretty he looks, how much you love it when he takes what he needs. You scratch at his scalp, and grip his hair that little bit tighter and he's keening over, pressing his lips to yours. His eyes squeeze shut and he whines into your mouth as he pumps himself empty inside of you.

He works swiftly, removing himself from your warmth, sliding you to the edge of the counter and falling to his knees.

"Fuckin perfect." He mutters to himself, watching as his spend leaks out of you, fingers toying with the mess he made. He drags his soft wet tongue against you, once, twice, slipping into your used cunt until you're clawing him away beyond over-sensitive.

But then he's up, and in front of you and you're reading and waiting knowing what he's about to give you and you're willing to accept it. He kisses you, the mixture of your slick and his come on his tongue. You take it, the debauchery act pushing you so far past the point of desire. His fingers still move against you, still playing with your clenching cunt until you're seeing stars.

"Joel, too much."

"M'sorry dove." He says, pulling his fingers away from you and sucking them into his mouth.

He moves quickly, reaching for a cloth and some of his pyjama pants from the washing pile on the dining table. He's careful when he runs it over your thighs and in between your legs, holds you carefully when he helps you down from the counter and slips you into the sleep trousers that are far too big. He's soft and warm and careful and everything in between when he holds you against his chest.

"Joel..." He hums. "I don't want to miss you anymore."

You pull away to look up at him, terrified that you'd misread the situation, that your cloudy brain and lingering crush on the father next door has made you overstep the mark.

"Don't wanna miss you either dove." His lips brush yours.

He seems nervous, it's beyond sweet, but you'd never felt so light, so relieved. "Stay?"

"What about Sarah?"

"Please, she's been begging me to date you for months." Oh.

"And what do you want?" His soft thumbs stroke your lips whilst he holds your gaze, soft yet demanding.

"I wanna take you out to dinner. Want you next to me when I wake up in the mornings. I want you to sit on my face til your crying. Wanna give you everything you want, no matter how ridiculous, I just want you, if you'll let me." Oh. Big oh. You pull him close, resting a hand over his quick beating heart, worried it just might give out.

"You already have me."

He flashes a toothy grin, his blue eyes sparkling even in a dimly lit room. He kisses you slow and sweet, pouring every ounce of care an affection into your lips making it certain. You absolutely already have him too.

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[id0what1want]

Wisteria Lake

I have thoughts. So, I am finally throwing my whole hat into the Dipplinshipping ring.

(This occurs during the Teal Mask)

Kieran awoke to a knocking on his window. He groggily sat up, rubbing his eyes as he stifled a yawn. He blearily caught sight of Cereza's face through the glass. The slight shock managed to drag him out of sleep as he drew closer to the window, opening it. "What are you doin', it's like- I dunno, late. Plus-" Kieran started, picking at his bangs a bit to get them to lay right. "I know I know, just-" Cereza was out of breath and it looked like stars sparkled deep in the burgundy pools of her irises, her eyes wide and practically rippling with excitement. It seemed wherever she was, she ran to get Kieran as fast as she could. She grasped onto his windowpane but didn't enter save for her face leaning close to his. "You've gotta see this." "What is it?" A touch of pink dusted Kieran's face as Cereza's excitement was infectious and spurred on his curiosity, making him completely forget the hour. Cereza only grinned, one corner of her lip quirking up more than the other to make her smile endearingly lopsided. "It's a surprise. I'll meet you out front, get shoes on." And with that she hopped down from his window, disappearing into the night. Kieran took a second to process the situation before rushing to get socks and shoes on, grabbing his bag and trying his best to keep the rustling to a minimum. His steps were nimble as they dodged the floorboards he knew were loud. He muffled the sound of the sliding door as much as he could as not to alert anyone.

Cereza was waiting out front as promised. She held out an arm and her Corvisquire, Charon, descended seemingly from the night itself to perch on her arm. "Are they still there?" She asked the ruby eyed corvid. It let out a chirp and a nod, earning a smile and a scratching on the neck from Cereza. Kieran stepped forward and Cereza turned to him. It might have just been a trick of the low light, but Kieran swore her eyes must have brightened. Charon left Cereza's arm as she rushed to meet Kieran. "Kieran! I found something in the Wistful Fields, you HAVE to come see!" She took hold of his wrist, tugging him in the direction. "How are you even up at this hour?" His eyes widened slightly as her hand gripped his wrist. They were surprisingly weathered for a girl their age, likely from adventures like the one Kieran was being dragged into currently. Not that he minded. "Me and sleep have a strained relationship, you could say. It's not my fault that the world wakes up at night." Cereza shrugs as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Kieran's brows raise. "'The world wakes up at night'?" He echoes. Cereza turns, walking backwards so she can face him and talk at the same time. She cups her hands behind her ears. "Mhm, hear all the Pokemon? Lots of species are strictly nocturnal or just more active at night. I guess I've always been more of a night owl myself, nighttime is just... better." Cereza smiled. Kieran considered her words. "Wowzers... I've always been kinda curious about the Pokemon I can hear at night but..." Kieran's words trailed off as he listened closer. "It's a lot easier to hear 'em now that the Yanma have stopped flyin' around." Cereza guided him through the apple fields, cutting through them and trailing off the path. "C'mon, this way is faster!" She started to run without warning, startling Kieran. "Come on Kiki, keep up!" Cereza's laugh joined the chords of the night, mixing with the various Pokemon cries as Kieran rushed to catch her, a smile etched onto his own face. "I wouldn't have to keep up if you slowed down!" He called after her as she disappeared into the trees. He could still hear her laugh slipping through the branches, giving away her location. "I bet you can't catch me!" She challenged, igniting a fire of competition in Kieran's chest. The chase had begun, and Cereza burst from the thicket of trees first, now faced by hills of path, grass, and small cliffs of gravel. Kieran was hot on her heels. Cereza heard him exit the trees behind her and took the chance to slide down the steep incline, her shoes scraping against rock as she expertly used a hand to steady her descent. Kieran screeched to a halt at the edge of the incline, hesitant. Cereza turned around to check on him after realizing he hadn't followed her yet. Before she could open her mouth, Kieran slid down the hill in pursuit of her, albeit with less practiced experience than Cereza.

When he approached the bottom, his balance got a little squirreling and his landing was more of a stumble than stable. Cereza ran towards him in an attempt to catch him but was surprised to find Kieran pushing ahead of her and stealing the lead while she was distracted. She scoffed, amusement thick in her tone. "You jerk! You don't even know where we're headed!" She called after him, running across the grass as fast as her legs could carry her. The two felt the wind across their faces, a midnight breeze as they passed various Pokemon minding their own business, alarmed by the sudden disturbance of two kid trainers sprinting through the tall grass. Cereza vaulted over stumps, stones, and hills, though she wasn't raised in Kitakami, she adapted to the land well. But Kieran knew these fields, he had a hometown advantage, he knew every rough patch to guide her through, every pitfall to dodge to trip her up. The thrill of the chase caused an adrenaline rush almost like a Pokemon battle. A smile of elation tugged at Kieran's lips as he felt like he was almost flying through the fields. He didn't expect another stab of adrenaline to his heart however when a Hoothoot took flight right in front of Kieran's path of choice, bringing him to a startled, screeching stop. Cereza unfortunately didn't register Kieran stopping in time and couldn't slow her momentum down enough to avoid crashing into him. She reflexively threw her arms around his waist, holding on tight as they both collapsed into the grass. Her arms loosened as he wriggled from her grip, turning into a slight playful tussling match as the 'chase' continued. Cereza pounced with the likeness to a Skitty, Kieran returning the same mannerisms as the rolled in the grass, fits of giggles and yelps escaping the two. Cereza managed to pin him down for a moment, panting. "Caught you-!" She yelped as Kieran lunged forward, knocking her off him and him onto her, a triumphant smile on his face. His face was flushed from all the running. "No... I caught you." He panted. Cereza wriggled out of his grip as they both took a breather. Charon, with perfect timing, flew down and perched on Cereza's head. He voiced his annoyance with an irritated squawk.

"We're coming, you impatient bird!" She teasingly shooed him off of her head, returning him to his ball. At the sound of Charon's squawk, something rustled in Cereza's bag. Alerted to the movement, she started to unzip it. Before she even finished unzipping the bag, a little lizard-like Pokemon wriggled free from her bag from the smallest possible crevice Cereza had opened. A Dreepy chirped with delight at being free, nuzzling into Cereza's hair as a greeting. Cereza laughed at its antics. "Hello, Deadeye." Cereza greeted. Kieran watched the little Pokemon curiously, he hadn't met this one yet. Deadeye noticed Kieran and approached, getting close to his face and sniffing him as if judging his character. Kieran leaned away reflexively at first before staying still and letting Deadeye assess him. Deadeye let out a trill of approval before gently bonking his head against Kieran's and returning to Cereza's side. "This is Deadeye, I caught him back in Paldea." She introduced. Kieran looked at Cereza as she ran her fingers down Deadeye's spine. She makes a similar clicking trill, almost like a cooing noise as Deadeye does a satisfied full body shimmy. "He's a Dreepy, right? We don't have any of 'em in Kitakami, I've never met one before." Kieran thinks out loud. Cereza gets up and stretches. She helps Kieran up, the grass rustling around them. Though the two trainers halted their chase, it seemed that the wind was still in pursuit of its own target. The breeze blew around them, tousling their hair. "Well, this surprise is partially for him too. Come on, I can see Wisteria Lake from here."

As they approached the lake, Cereza grabbed onto Kieran's hand. Before he could register what was happening, Cereza tugged him down into a crouch with her. He opened his mouth to speak but Cereza placed her free hand over it to muffle him. She made sure the wisteria trees concealed their position next to the lake. "Look." She whispered, pointing to the section of the lake bathed in moonlight. There, a pod of Dragonair and Dratini swam in the water, no doubt roosting. Their scales glistened, bathed by the rays of the moon and sparkling with the freshwater of the lake. Their movements were graceful and mesmerizing, unlike anything the two had ever seen in real life. It was captivating. Kieran's eyes widened and Cereza dropped her hand from his mouth. His eyes practically sparkled as his jaw dropped, his mouth forming an ovoid 'o'. He could see why Cereza was so excited. Cereza pulled herself up into the branches of the wisteria tree next to them, helping Kieran up into the spot next to her. This wisteria tree was old and sturdy, barely creaking under their combined weight. "I've never... I thought... Dratini don't live in this lake." Kieran managed to finally find the words to reply quietly. He hoisted himself up to be fully next to Cereza. She watched the dragons intently, unable to tear her eyes away. "They're migrating and roosting in this lake before the next rain, which is due tomorrow." Cereza explained in a hushed tone. "Because Dragonair control the weather." Kieran finished her thought for her. "Bingo." Cereza grinned. She gazed at the creatures, taking in every minute flick of their tails, every sound to escape their voice boxes. "Aren't they beautiful?" Kieran turned to look at Cereza. He had never heard her voice sound like that, enchanted by awe. Enamored, even. Her expression was captivated by a similar awe, her burgundy eyes focused on the dragons with a glimmer of wonder. While Cereza took in the sight of the Dratini and Dragonair, Kieran similarly gazed at her. The wisteria blooms framed her, bathing her in an almost lavender glow from the moonlight filtering through the petals. The light illuminated the upturned corners of her lips, highlighting every feature of her face. "Yeah. They are." He smiled; his eyes locked on her in the same way she couldn't tear her eyes away from the Dragonair. The moment was interrupted by Deadeye emerging from under Cereza's bag once again, his ghostlike tail wagging as he watched the Dratini play in the water. He nipped Cereza's cheek playfully to get her attention. She winced and held her cheek, narrowing her eyes at Deadeye with a lighthearted smile. "Little squirt." She teased. Deadeye made the Dreepy equivalent of a giggle before starting to float towards the Dratini. Cereza tugged on his tail gently, concern flitting in her chest for a moment. "Slow, don't spook them." She advised gently. She tentatively let go of his tail. She held her breath as she watched Deadeye approach the nearest Dratini. Her grip on the branches tightened. Kieran noticed Cereza tense and shakily put a hand over hers. She meets his eyes, and they share a look. Cereza turns her attention back to Deadeye, exhaling slowly.

Deadeye chirps at the Dratini, catching its attention. The Dratini tilts its head and Deadeye tilts his in turn. They circle one another, assessing each other carefully. The Dratini sniffs Deadeye and Deadeye wiggles as if it tickles him, trilling in amusement. The Dratini seems satisfied, diving into the water. Deadeye tilts his head in confusion. The Dratini surfaces with similar confusion, making a noise that seems like the equivalent to 'are you coming?'. Deadeye realizes what it meant and makes a happy cry, diving into the water after the Dratini and letting it give way to underwater chase. Cereza sighs in relief, chuckling at Deadeye's mannerisms. Kieran laughs with her. The Dratini gets caught by Deadeye and Deadeye does a little victory lap. The Dratini chitters and gestures for Deadeye to come meet the Dragonair presumably watching over the flock. Deadeye approaches the Dragonair and catches its attention, but Deadeye gets an idea and rushes off before they can properly meet each other. Deadeye darts over to Cereza who picks up on this and descends from the tree, her feet landing on the grass with a thump. She makes sure to crouch as a sign of respect and submission in case the Dragonair is watching. "What are you doing?" Kieran hisses, alarm filling his senses as he looks between the group of (undoubtedly powerful) dragon pokemon and his friend that just entered its line of sight. "Just watch." She replies quietly. Deadeye bites her sleeve and tries to tug her along but struggles because of his small size. Cereza stands a little taller, gazing up at the Dragonair that was now swimming over. The Dragonair lowers itself to Cereza's level, narrowing its eyes at her. The Dratini that were playing moments ago have gathered behind the Dragonair, curious about the newcomer. A sound forms in the back of its throat, sounding melodious like birdsong yet clicks like the call of a Lapras. Deadeye makes a similar clicking trill in response, shimmying with its little body. He smiled as if introducing Cereza. The Dragonair stared down Cereza, as if it dared for her to break eye contact. Kieran's worry compounded and he dropped down from the tree soundlessly, frozen as he witnessed Cereza interact with the dragon. Cereza stood her ground, approaching closer to the Dragonair and leaning down more. She made a similar noise to the trill she soothed Deadeye with, again like a mix between the purr of a Purrloin and the coo of a Pidove making something that sounded like the reptilian clicks of the dragon types she was familiar with. She held out a flat hand with her palm facing up, so the Dragonair knew it was okay to approach and assess her. She kept herself loose and relaxed as not to spook it. Cereza remained still as the Dragonair sniffed her hand, only turning her hand over so the creature could smell both sides thoroughly. The Dragonair snorted and turned away, diving in the water without haste or concern.

The Dratini came closer and took their turn to sniff and assess her, though the little ones were much more invasive than their elder. Little mouths nipped at skin and clothing, eliciting giggles from Cereza. She turns back to Kieran, eyes brightened and rushes over to him. A few Dratini trail behind her as she takes his hands, a wide grin on her face. "Come on, come meet them!" Kieran's eyes widened. "Woah, wait-" He started as Cereza dragged him toward the edge of the water where Deadeye and the rest of the Dratini were playing, even some of the Dragonair were humoring the little ones. She let go of his hand and took off her socks and shoes, setting them safely by the water before stepping in. She smiled, turning to Kieran. "It's not cold!" She took something out of her pocket, they were what looked to be Leppa berries she had picked with Kieran the day before in the orchard. She knelt into the water, holding her cupped hands out for the Dratini to eat from. The Dratini were delighted and flocked to Cereza, making her laugh even more with delight. Kieran took his shoes off, rushing after her without really thinking. He tapped on her shoulder to get her attention. "Uh, Cereza?" Before she could turn around and address his question, a curious Dratini noticed Kieran and got close to his face, looking him over. "Oh! Hello!" His eyebrows rose as the Dratini chirped at him, the other Dratini starting to become curious about him as well. Cereza took notice and stood up to be next to him. She took his hands and handed him a few Leppa berries to feed them. "What just happened between you an' that Dragonair?" Kieran asked while Cereza filled his hands with berries. "That Dragonair is the head of the pack, it was just checking to make sure I was safe to interact with." Cereza hummed. She stepped back so the Dratini had room to approach him. The curious little serpents were delighted to find berries in his hands too and pecked and nibbled at the berries. Kieran giggled, the giggles bubbling up into laughter. "Haha, stop! That tickles!" A few Dratini nipped at his clothes like they did to Cereza and Cereza laughed with Kieran as they feed the dragonlings.

Cereza tossed a berry to Deadeye and he caught it without trouble, swallowing it whole. The Dratini witnessed this and immediately darted over to Cereza, wanting in on the game. "Woah, woah, one at a time!" She laughed. She faked throwing a berry to the far side of the lake and all the Dratini fell for it, diving under the water to reach the other side faster. Kieran and Cereza chuckled as they watched Deadeye catch up to his new friends, racing after them and starting another, larger game of chase. One of the younger Dragonair approached Kieran and Cereza and Kieran stiffened at the presence of the serpent. Cereza made the dragon call she did before as a greeting, waving with a smile. "Hello, feeling left out on the berry train?" Cereza giggled as the Dragonair sniffed all of her clothes in search of the berries, nudging at her pocket in pursuit of them. The Dragonair sung a short, high note as if in affirmation. Cereza made her dragon call back, adding a whistle arpeggio at the end (one that sounds like she learned it from Charon). Kieran actually approached this time, walking through the water to stand close to Cereza, amazed as she holds up the berry for the Dragonair to eat from her hands. The Dragonair gently picked up the berry with its jaws, taking care not to make contact with Cereza. The Dragonair sung another note of thanks and Cereza cooed a note of her own back.

"How do you do that?" Kieran looked at Cereza in amazement. Cereza shrugged. "Lots of trial and error with Deadeye. I can try and teach you if you want. Can you roll your Rs and whistle?" Cereza started. Kieran nodded. "It's just a combo of those two, like a happy medium between them." Cereza demonstrated how to do it and Kieran listened and watched intently. After a moment, he nods. "I think I've got it." Kieran took a deep breath and gave it his best shot... and the sound that came out is somewhat strangled and definitely incorrect. Cereza snorted and there's a moment of suspense before the two burst into fits of laughter. It's the kind of laughter that they try to stifle but starts up again the moment they make eye contact. Kieran attempted the noise again, worse this time because of how hard he was laughing. The Dragonair gave the two weird looks as Cereza clutched her stomach doubled over in a fit of giggles. She mimicked the sound Kieran made and Kieran splashed some water on her in playful mock offense. "Shut up!" He managed to get out between laughs. Cereza stuck her tongue out at him. "Come over here and make me, Kiki." She challenged. She's immediately met with another splash to the face, soaking her clothes. There was a moment of pause while Kieran waited for a reaction, Cereza pushing her wet bangs from her face. She grins deviously before splashing him back, revenge-soaking his clothes and forcing him to push his own bangs back from his face. It didn't take long for it to turn into a full-scale water fight, Deadeye and one of the initial Dratini even join in, the two dragonlings giggling at the silliness. Kieran waded into deeper water to escape, the point where he couldn't touch the bottom. He treaded water as he looked back at Cereza, only to find her gone. His head whipped around, looking for her. Out of nowhere, he suddenly felt arms wrap around his waist, dragging him down underwater. His yelp was cut off by the mouthful of water he soon ingested, dragged under by his assailant. Kieran struggled free with a push to where he assumed the mischievous attacker's face was. The two surfaced with a gasp and Cereza barely caught her breath before laughing as Kieran coughed out the water he swallowed. "Point, Cereza!" She announced triumphantly, shivering slightly from being soaked to the bone. "Nuh uh, that's gotta be cheating!" Kieran protested, but he couldn't fight the smile on his face as he snorted at the whole situation. "You're just a sore loser, Kieran!" Cereza splashed water at him. She started to tread back to the shallower end but didn't expect Kieran to chase after her and drag her back. She yelped in alarm as held her in a vice grip. "Hey, what gives?" "Well since the move is fair..." He dropped Cereza then dunked her under, already laughing when she came up for air with a gasp, coughing up the water she swallowed. "Are you okay?" He asked with a smile as his laughter died down. Cereza huffed in mock offense. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She mocked Carmine's sharp tone with a partial falsetto, earning another snort from Kieran. "Seriously, we should go dry off though." "Aw man, you're right, how are we gonna dry off?" Kieran realized, going back to the shallow end with Cereza. Cereza grinned. "I've got an idea." When the two got back to shore, they wrung out their clothes to the best of their ability before trying out Cereza's 'idea'.

Cereza brought out Charon from his pokeball and Kieran immediately caught on. "This is a terrible idea." He stated. Cereza lightly punches his shoulder. "It'll be fine. Charon, kick up a gust for us, would ya?" She calls out to her avian friend. Charon caws in affirmation before blowing a strong wind at Kieran and Cereza, each powerful wingbeat aimed to dry away the water that clung to their clothes. After a minute, Cereza called over the rushing whistle of the wind. "Alright Charon, that's good!" The wind died down and Charon rested on a wisteria branch as Cereza and Kieran checked their clothes. Cereza looked at Kieran and snorted, holding back a snicker. He looked at her, eyes wide. "W-what's so funny?" His hair was thoroughly tousled and messy, Cereza's was no doubt the same. Wisteria petals were caught and tangled in his half-dried hair, matching the purple underlayer. "Hold on, you've got-" Cereza laughed lightly, leaning closer. "You've got something in your hair." She picked the petals out of the black and mauve locks, scattering them on the ground where they belonged when she was done. Kieran froze, not moving a muscle as Cereza meticulously raked her hands through his hair for a final check. "Yep, all good now." She leaned back then picked a petal from her own hair, going to where she set down her bag and shoes and bringing them to a spot under the wisteria tree to rest. Kieran followed close behind her after putting his own socks and shoes back on. She whistled for Deadeye's attention, and it was immediately caught. Deadeye chirped his goodbyes to his friends to which a chorus of little Dratini voices and richer Dragonair tones rang out in farewell. He darted back to shore where Cereza sat, trying to wrestle its way into her bag again. "Oh no you don't, you're sopping!" She grabbed the wriggling little Dreepy with one hand, holding him away from the bag as she pulled out a towel from her bag. Kieran's jaw dropped. "You had a towel this whole time?!" He asked in shock, his mouth forming another 'o' shape. Cereza realized her mistake. "Whoops." She shrugged, laughing as Kieran sighs, his shoulders slumped as he shook his head. She dried off Deadeye, wrapping the little dragon into a toweled burrito and setting him down. He was thoroughly bound so he couldn't move while he dried. She then pulled out two towels, one for her and one for Kieran. She tossed the towel at Kieran's head, laughing when it landed on his face in such a way that it covered it entirely, making him look like a ghost. "How many towels can you fit in that tiny bag?" He asked, baffled by the infinite inventory of the backpack. "Don't worry about it." Cereza waved it off. She leaned against the tree, relaxing as she watched the Dragonair once again. She took out a brush and untied her low twin tail braids, brushing out her hair with her fingers first before going in with the brush. Her hair was even paler blonde than the color of a Mimikyu's rag, the muted, pale color light enough to be mistaken for white in certain lighting and brown/gray in others. Her hair was normally twisted and a touch wild, probably the reason why she tied them back in low twin tails all the time. Now that it was down, Kieran could see that her hair was thick and wavy, like a hex maniac's. Deadeye managed to break free of his towel prison and he settled himself in Cereza's lap. Cereza focused on brushing her hair while it was still slightly wet, not wasting the chance.

Kieran heard a shift in the grass and his head snapped in the direction of the sound. He caught a glimpse of a blue tail fleeing behind a tree. Kieran tilted his head, trying to get a better look. A Dratini cowered by the tree, likely curious about Cereza and Kieran but too shy to get close. Kieran knelt down, thinking of how Cereza would approach the small dragonling. The small serpent hid its face behind its tail, trembling. He cleared his throat, taking another stab at the cooing dragon call. He was surprised to hear it half decent. Definitely not as polished as Cereza's, but recognizable. "I won't hurt you, we're friendly, I promise." He offered his hand gently to the Dratini, his voice gentle. The Dratini lifted its tail slightly to peek up at Kieran with one eye. Its stomach rumbled and it cowered again. Kieran took note of this and stood up, startling the Dratini. "Hold on, I'll be right back!" He rushed over to Cereza. "Cereza, do you have any more berries?" His voice was determined, earnest. Cereza raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, a few oran berries. Need some?" Kieran nodded and Cereza got out the berries, handing them to him. "What are they for-" "Thanks, bye!" He quickly went back to the Dratini and Cereza sat there slightly confused before going back to what she was doing. Kieran slowly held out an oran berry with a cupped hand. "C'mon little guy, I know you're hungry..." The Dratini tentatively approached, picking up the berry from his hand carefully and setting it down on the ground. As soon as the oran berry hit the grass, the Dratini started scarfing it down. Kieran raised his eyebrows then smiled. He got up to go sit by Cereza again, leaving the Dratini to eat its food in peace. The Dratini gulped down the last of its food then looked at Kieran walking away. It stayed where it was for a moment, as if considering. The Dratini cautiously slithered behind Kieran, trying its best to be sneaky. Kieran sat back down beside Cereza who at this point had moved on from brushing her hair to braiding it back to the twin tails they were used to. "What was that about?" She turned to greet him, scooting over a little so they sat a little closer together. Before Kieran could open his mouth, Cereza noticed a little white snout peeking out from behind the trunk of the wisteria tree they were sitting under. "I see you made a friend." "Huh?" Kieran blinked, confused. He turned to where Cereza was looking and spotted the Dratini that shied away at his gaze. "Oh! Come back for more berries?" He offered an empty hand like how Cereza did to the Dragonair. After a few seconds of suspense, the Dratini sniffed Kieran's hand flinching away a bit when Kieran turned it over so the Dratini could examine it fully. The Dratini licked his hand Kieran smiling at the gentle gesture. "Wow, he either really likes you or is licking the oran berry residue off your hand." Cereza stated. "Oh." Kieran replied awkwardly. He stifled a yawn, not wanting Cereza to think he was getting sleepy, or worse, bored. Cereza caught the way he started to yawn then conspicuously cleared his throat, however. "Alright then, I'll start packing up. We have a busy day tomorrow and I can imagine that Carmine is hell to deal with in the morning." Cereza had already folded all the towels, placing them in her weirdly infinite bag and zipping it up. Deadeye was nodding off, his head drooping then perking up, drooping then perking up. "I'm not tired-" Kieran started to protest only to be met with a hand over his mouth. "S h u t." Cereza said simply. She turned to her dozing dragonling, taking out his ball. "Alright Deadeye. Home time." Deadeye made a half-awake sound of protest. He attempted to nudge away the ball but in his sleepy daze he accidentally nudged the button in the process, returning him to his ball regardless. Cereza chuckled and shook her head.

"Are you gonna say goodbye to your little friend there?" Cereza put Deadeye's ball in the pokeball section of her bag. Kieran turned to the little Dratini. It had now become comfortable, resting its head on his wrist. He gently removed the small serpent from his arm, patting its head. "Travel safe 'lil guy." The Dratini chirped and bumped its head against Kieran's hand like a skitty. Kieran chuckled before standing and waving goodbye. Cereza turned, having already started on the way home. "You coming?" She called back. Kieran nodded, glancing one last time at the lake before running after Cereza.

Epilogue: (after the Ogerpon fight) Kieran finished tying up his hair. He looked in the mirror. It was strange to see his face in so much detail. Well, he was going to have to get used to it from now on. "Kiki? Our bus is leaving soon. I'm gonna head over, don't be a Slowpoke like last time, alright?" Carmine knocked on the door before calling through it. Pretty courteous by her standards. Her footsteps and the creaking of the floorboards suggested her exit. Kieran slung his bag over his shoulder. He had already packed. He had a lot of time since he was holed up in his room since the evening of the night before. He kept the goodbyes with his grandparents brief. His grandfather noticed Kieran's change in demeanor but decided to let him be. There was no use trying to convince a Rhyhorn to budge after all.

Kieran opened the door and took one step out the door before being interrupted by a Pokemon's call at his feet. The door slid shut behind him as he looked around for the source, eventually looked down. A blue tail, a rounded white snout, and a pair of fin-like ears that were perked up and alert. It was a Dratini- no, the Dratini from that night at Wisteria Lake. "If you came lookin' for more berries, you're barking up a Sudowoodo." Kieran dismissed, trying to step around the serpent. The Dratini became annoyed and blocked his path, making a noise of protest. "I don't have food for you, shoo!" Kieran stepped over the Pokemon, continuing on his way to the bus stop and trying to ignore the Dratini. The Dratini and the tightness in his chest. He shoved down the memories of wisteria petals and moonlit lakes. His train of thought was interrupted by a bump he felt on his ankle. He looked down to find the Dratini pushing a pokeball against his ankle with its snout. He had to give the creature points for its tenacity. Kieran's eyebrows raised. He leaned down on one knee, picking up the Pokeball. "How did you...?" His thoughts escaped his lips. The Dratini puffed up its chest, though a slight tremble gave away its nervousness. Kieran considered it. Dragonite are strong, he needed strength if he was going to surpass her. "Hm. Well, only cuz you're stubborn. I better see this enthusiasm in training, got it?" He held the pokeball down to the Dratini's level, allowing it to press the button with its snout. The ball shook once then made a nodding motion, a satisfying click signifying Kieran's successful catch. Kieran stood, pocketing the ball. "We're flying to the top, Dratini." He mused under his breath as he continued on to the bus stop, the sky gray and tense with the threat of a storm. ... THIS TOOK ME THREE DAYS TO WRITE HOLY BINGLE Me, clueless: I'll just write this cute little thing lol, it should take me like 20 minutes 5,663 words and three whole days later: Anyway, first formal blurb, I'm totally not nervous what are you talking about. Special thanks to my beta reader, I love you forever pookie :} I always want to hear your thoughts and questions, my askbox is but a humble Munchlax starved of berries!! (I'm in a Pokemon metaphor mood rn lmao)

✨Do whatever you want forever✨

~ Cytoplasm

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[thescribeoflostmemories]

The Hunter becomes the hunted

Yandere! Capitano x huntress(?) Reader 

Uh… I don't know what I was going for with this (not accurate, so I have to kinda go and just make it since this thing's rotting in my brain since my economics exam along with a few other fanfic/fic blogs to write, this'll be the last one and I'll make a bit more original ones in-between (probably..?) took heavy liberties so uh, might delete this when Natlan comes out or something.

Tw: graphic stuff, trying to murder, implied sexual themes at the end. And uh yeah if I miss anything just comment so I'll fix it., IDK if I should put 18+ warning here so better be safe than sorry folks!

Also, y'all are crazy. 100+ notes, wish I could hug you guys. 😘

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Arte, that's what they call you. Sure, you're not as strong as the title given to you but there's no denying your prowess of such skill with the bow and arrow. Being the youngest in the family, it's easier to overlook your talents and place you on the sidelines.

You've enjoyed a quiet hunt by yourself. Your family knows of this and tries to encourage you to be stronger like your siblings… your parents, grandparents, well you get it. 

Rumors started around when you saved your sister from being wed to someone she didn't love, and she lacked the courage to brandish her blade to defend herself. So of course you've donned your garb, mask and weapons to 'eliminate' the suitor in a duel for her hand. Her lover too is at the side ready to swap places with you so pretend they’re 'Arte', then it was your brother's turn…  followed by distant relatives, countless people tried to ask for your help in avoiding their inevitable marriage to mess up their courting competition to every eligible adult available and swap out with the person the client intends to marry at the last second. Everyone's happy with it, afterall who would question the winner?

Well, that would be the case, except. Everyone's having their own competition for your hand in marriage, not knowing that you were the one foiling other's initial plans. So imagine the shock on their faces when you tell them you'll fight for your own freedom and expect Arte to show up and sweep you off your feet. There were multiple rounds, and each battle you came out victorious. Half of the suitors had fled once they realized how much of a beast a spouse you'd be.

You had fallen in love with a hydro vision holder, a law enforcer from Fountaine. Not a person of war but a master of the quill. Their words could bend mountains and find the undeniable speck of truth. 

With the finals closing in, your opponent turned out to be a gnarly man, his body riddled in battle scars. Toothless and bald even! It disgusts you to think of what he'll do to you if he wins.

The man favors raw strength, while you on the other hand are in need of swift and more tactical skills. And all it takes is to tire him out and strike where it hurts after numerous twists and turns and occasional cuts at his leg. Unknowing to the dark and cold eyes that are trained on your nimble body. 

You have to thank Murata that she had given you strength and wisdom to overcome the brainless suitor. "If this is the kind of suitors that people expect me to marry, I might as well wed to myself!" Grinning as you came out nearly unscathed, victory is in your grasp! 

"It would be rude to not include me, young miss." A person in armor announced his arrival. You are well aware of this person, if you are given a chance to give a description of the word abyss. It would surely be him by definition.

"Your timing is rather poor, sir knight. Unfortunately for you, I have won my own hand in marriage." You faced him, face determined to not be conquered by anyone.

" As long as there's still a suitor left, the competition for your hand is still available. Isn't that right?" It irked you that he's right, now that he's here your own victory is nulled.

"I am honored that one such as myself is considered someone of your status, however." Pointed your fletching at him. " It is unethical to participate in this time. Tomorrow dawn, sir knight." 

And that was the first vow made, the last hurdle to challenge your fate. It was night, you were praying feverishly for every archon to help guide you in your journey as a last ditch in assurance. That man is not to be trifled with, who has the strength of probably more than ten. And you know this, you may only have a sliver of a chance to get out of this. But you swore to yourself that you will be unconquered and unrelenting as the howls of the fearsome storms that haunt the calm and still-ly days of yore.

At the same location, early dawn. The skies merely darken, fitting for a time of battle. In this location, you have prepared all obstacles to merely disable him and strike to end all of this charade. Legs furtively ran through nature in hopes to catch the black knight off guard. Arrows flew in all directions, in an effort to slow him down. 

One mighty swing of his claymore to cut the futile attempt at harming him. You only cursed yourself at your lack of preparations. The rain's pitter patter turned heavy and made your clothes clung to your body. 

The gallant man slowly closed in on you, seemingly to take a moment to savor what view he could. For a man with few words, it sickens you for feeling his eyes undressing you, yet it was hard to read his thoughts with his helmet on. 

His claymore clashed against your steel bow, it doesn't feel like he's taking you seriously. More like toying with you that's for sure! The skirmish lasted for who knows how long. Heavy breaths from you and the sound of metal on metal can be heard for miles. He's enjoying it, every second of it.

A flash of light had taken you in a daze with how bright it was and he managed to scratch your eye. The searing pain caused you to scream, writhing in pain, thunder howls along with you. It was the first time you had been injured during the 'hunt'. Blood seeps out of its fleshy prison and down to your cheek, staining the ground.

You snarled at him as you disregard the weapons on hand, a flash of light signaled for the clap of thunder. Feeling the electricity coursing through you, and threw your fist at his helm as vengeance. Causing him to collapse to the ground from the shocking experience. 

Time felt like it stood still. No movement was made, you won. You finally won, laughing freely at your new found freedom. Facing away from the stunned man and at the skies thanking them, the archons. Especially Murata, your beloved pyro archon and the Electro archon for their assistance in your road to freedom. Head got lighter from the blood loss, but you didn't care for that anymore. Standing a few feet away from him, relishing this greatest victory for you. At your feet is the electro vision, a prize that would forever change you. 

Indeed, it is. The long, black haired man grabs your leg, forcing you to the ground clawing the earth as it leaves trails of resistance. He forced you to look at him, back against the cold ground, your hands pinned above your head.  "You.. lost!" Anger seethed through your teeth.

He's so titanous compared to you. " That's what you wanted, but only a child could win so prematurely." He taunted with his baritone voice, laughing at your silly notion of winning.

" You sly bastard, unhand me!" You yelled, trying to wiggle your way out under him, his leg preventing you from moving. It only excites him, gaining a soft chuckle from the one topping you. 

"You're quite adorable like this." With his free hand, ignoring the blood he smeared, caressing your cheek so lovingly, as if he had been dreaming of this moment long ago. "I finally have you within my reach…" he was saying something but with the amount of blood having spilled from your eye similarly to a tear continuously falling. A weak, pitiful cry left your lips as you kept thrashing under him. The pulsating pain filled your head, lulling you to sleep, loud ringing in your ear and as the world blurs into one all you saw is him, your soon to be husband. 

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Capitano had been obsessing on you since his first witness to a 'contest' from one of your recent clients. He had an agent gather information about you to at first recruit you for your finesse. Next thing he knew, he's falling for you. You don't know how delighted he is when he finds out a contest is being held for your hand. He nearly had everything planned out. Well almost perfectly… 

Once pristine face, now scarred by him. A mark that no doubt you’ll wear proudly on of these days. No one had the guts to help you, even when you aided them when they needed it. So here you are after the ceremony in your cold, dreary, shared chamber with your monstrous husband. Not many people attended the wedding, or perhaps they were warned to stay away from you. 

Your older brother tried to take you back. But was given seven scars, one scar for each time he tried to get you back by your menacing fiancé for going against the rules. None would want to summon the ire of the harbinger of the cryo archon so they left you be, knowing how strong you are. 

"My dear dove." He called out, slowly getting closer. When he's leaning in, merely a shy away. Holding tightly on to the ceremonial dagger tucked between the folds of the garb. Obliging him in a kiss, his tongue forcefully went past your lips abusing and possibly bruising your small mouth. His hand caught yours that was about to strike him at the back. Deepening his kiss until your back touches the king size mattress. 

Capitano pulls away, after leaving you breathless, "It should be the other way around, are you that eager?" He teased, taking in the moment before enjoying you on your first night together. 

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Part 1 complete!

Part 2:

#reader insert #capitano x you #fatui x reader #capitano x reader #capitano x y/n

[hyenahunt]

Rouge & Ruby: Prologue

Writer: Umeda Chitose

Season: Winter

Characters: Jun, Ibara

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: Mirei (Adam) & hyenahunt (Eve)

Jun: Hey, it's thanks to me doing said running that I got to catch a certain someone flouting the law just to work his ass off, though?

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Time: New Year's Day, after the end of SS

Location: Outside ES

Jun: Pant, pant...

(I thought I could at least take a break for New Year's... but in the end I really just can't skip my daily training~ )

(That said, I'm still kinda worn out from SS, so I guess I'll keep it light.)

(I'll go one more loop around ES before heading back to Starmony Dorm and... hm?)

Jun: Why are there lights on in the ES building on New Year's break? And on top of that, the lights seem to be coming from —

The 18th floor? Isn't that CosPro's floor?

Hmm…

Now that I've seen it, I can't just ignore it, huh. I'll check out just why they're still on at this time~

Location: Cosmic Production Office

Ibara: …

Jun: Oh, so it's just you, Ibara.

Ibara: ? That voice… is that you, Jun?

Why are you here this late? If anything, I'm sure you don't have anything to do in the agency on a day like this. Then why did you come here?

Jun: That's what I should be asking you. From the looks of it, you seem to be busy working as usual, but...

Isn't there a labour law about how no one's allowed to work over New Year's break or something?

Ibara: Ahahaha! You would think, wouldn't you? Such laws do not apply to one in my position..

Jun: That's kinda not something to brag about... Besides, you know we only just finished up with SS, right?

It's the start of the new year — most folks usually take this time to rest up.

Ibara: I’d rather not hear a sermon about resting my body from a certain someone who’s already out to do his running routine so early in this new year, though.

Jun: Hey, it's thanks to me doing said running that I got to catch a certain someone flouting the law just to work his ass off, though?

Ibara & Jun: …

Ibara: … [sigh] You see, it’s exactly because SS is over that I’m focusing on work now. So would you kindly leave me alone?

Jun: Exactly because of that, you say... The concept of the first and last work days of the year doesn't exist to you, huh?

You were going ham on that keyboard, too. Is there really that much work to do this early in the year?

Ibara: If you're looking forward, the "work to do" is, in fact, limitless. Besides —

You heard what I said back then, did you not? I wanted a fair, head-on competition in SS.

If I let myself drown in the aftermath of it, the feeling of regret will take me over. I would even think like: Argh, I could even have an outburst in frustration.

But you see, if I focus on my work, I won't have to waste my time drowning in such sentiment. If anything, I can even turn that into my motivation.

Jun: Sounds more to me like you're taking out your frustrations on your work but … well, fair enough.

I mean, I'm all too aware that you're a workaholic, Ibara. You're the only one who understands the frustrations you're dealing with, so I'll leave you to it.

Ibara: … You said you’d leave me alone, but I see you've planted yourself firmly on a chair…

Jun: Haha. Well, I didn't say I'll go home, did I~?

I'm curious 'bout what you're working on, anyway. I bet it's got something to do with us, right?

Ibara: You're right. There are things we need to prepare for going forward. But there are also things that require urgent attention…

This year too, Eden members will make the best use of their abilities as idols at work.

Jun: Ooh… The more you say, the more curious I get. So, when you say "going forward", you mean…

Ibara: When it comes to the large-scale events that involve the whole ES, next month's Valentine's event — Chocolat Fes — is one that can't be missed.

Jun: Chocolat Fes, huh… Um, lessee... Is it that one event usually held simultaneously in idol schools all over the country?

Ibara: Yes. It's an event that has been held simultaneously nationwide in idol schools, and from this year onwards, it has been decided that ES will also take part in it.

Jun: It's supposed to be nationwide, but we don't have it in Reimei or even Shuuetsu, so I don't really know much 'bout it~...

On that note, why aren't the idol schools affiliated with CosPro taking part in it?

Ibara: To be frank, it was simply not much of a big deal.

Despite that, it's not like we didn't participate at all. There was indeed a time where I made a very small number of Special students do a similar event.

Jun: Huh, first I've heard about that…. So you oversee stuff to that extent, Ibara?

Ibara: Well, I'm on the management team for CosPro affiliated schools after all.

Jun: Rather than just being management, it's more like you're calling all the shots…

But anyway, ES's participation in it means that we'll also be taking part in it as Eden from this year onwards, right?

Ibara: Of course. Since it’ll be the first time that ES participates, it will be an event that attracts a great deal of interest and attention from the public eye.

Moreover, most units belonging to ES will likely join the event. There is no reason that we, Eden, should not also make our presence known.

Carefully, and meticulously, I’m formulating a plan of attack.

I'll share the detailed plan later. So please patiently wait for now.

Jun: Alrighty. Beats me what you might have in mind, but I'm looking forward to hearing all about it ~♪

… So anyway, when are you going home?

Ibara: Pardon?

Jun: Just look at the clock, dude.

I get that you're all fired up, but on top of working all through New Year's break, you should at least hold off from doing overtime, alright~?

Ibara: … I’ll leave in a reasonable amount of time, so there is no need for concern.

Jun: I said that 'cause I'm pretty sure you didn't have any plan of doing that in the slightest. Well then, how 'bout we run back together?

Ibara: There’s no way we can do that. You are ready with an outfit suitable for exercise, but I'm only in plain clothes

Jun: Ahaha. Well, you're right about that.

Either way, just wrap it up somewhere so you can head back soon, okay~? If you're late, I'll come all the way back to check on you, got it?

Ibara: Why are you mothering me? I'll leave once I'm at a good stopping point. So please, don't worry.

Jun: Alright, alright… Just make sure to actually do that, 'kay?

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #hyenahunttl #s: rouge and ruby #jun sazanami #ibara saegusa

[torihakaraublog]

Obey Me! Nightbringer "Happy ⭐️ Holidays!" Pop Quiz pt.1

!SPOILER WARNING FOR THE EVENT!

My thoughts on part one of the 2023 Christmas holiday event.

Okay so first off I have to talk about the sprite outfits. They are split into 2 types; Santa's (??) (The brothers) and reindeer (everyone else). Personally I think all the 'Santa' ones are kinda meh, prob cause some of the brothers colours are not holiday colours. The reindeer ones are adorable and fit the holiday spirit great, except Luke's. Luke's is just kinda lacking, they could have taken him out of his beret just this once. Solomon's is my favorite! It looks so comfy.

It felt like there was alot going on with this event so I probably missed some things.

Event starts off with the announcement of a holiday decorating competition to win the Krampus Star which grants a single wish. Probably my least favorite Christmas activity to do in a group lol but it's a good premise.

This turned into a hallmark movie real quick 🤣

Levi you good here?? Lmao

I'm just casually forced to help every one, then who ever wins I have to approve their wish. Please everyone is gonna wish for the same thing (spend Christmas with me) and I'll end up spending it with everyone anyways...

Now things start getting weird. Everyone is fighting and Barbatos figures out its a rare moon cycle that released an Dark Demon Santa (I started laughing here).

Collecting things with everyone was kinda cute. An adorable momment between Lucifer and Beel that solidified my HC that Lucifer can't say no to picking up Beel tho hes too heavy xD Also liked that Mammon got to show a bit of his responsible older brother side! <3

The spell takes over everyone and Raphael is told to break up the fights for some reason tho he has a short fuse himself.

Then somehow everyone decides not to fight and it works?? Christmas spirit??

I was basically shaking in my boots at learning Diavolo absorbing the DDS's power was the only plan and if it goes bad the Devildom would be left without a ruler for some time. Like this is SERIOUS serious! (And also makes the plot super intresting :0)

So glad they included a conversation between Diavolo and Lucifer (tho it would have been better if I wasen't there). Diavolo gave Lucifer the new start he and his brothers needed and I know if something happened to Diavolo, Lucifer would blame himself. This conversation was needed so he could know where he stood in relation to the problem/solution if I'm making any sense.

I think I'm gonna piss myself (sorry for the crude language lol)! THANK YOU BUT GIVE IT TO BARBATOS NOT ME.

The context for this image is Solomon beginning to understand Christmas spirit :3

Foods Mentioned

Mushy Shroom (in cave??)

Quetzalcoatl Brain Sandwich (cafeteria, apparently Bel's fave)

Quetzalcoatl Brain Pudding (cafeteria)

pudding and sandwich are mixed later on.

I'm assuming in the next part of the event we are gonna have to find the DDS 🤔

#obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me spoilers #Obey me pop quiz

[saphig-iawn]

Day 14 & 15 of Turning me into Me

I skipped a day, and I needed it. Not that this journaling process is hard or expends a lot of energy, it just kinda giving myself a bit of space yesterday kinda allowed me to reflect on something.

In my plan to turn me into Me, I'm walking every single day. I aim to walk for an hour, and to make sure I don't make it overly toxic and competitive I try not to focus on the distance or steps taken. I'm doing this with some friends too and we write about our walks to keep us motivated in a way that doesn't feel like we're creating an obligation. But yesterday I didn't walk.

I didn't want to but if I did I would've caused myself damage to my leg. And even though it was the right thing to do, I felt guilt. I felt guilt because I could've walked, and taken my time and made adjustments, but then I realised that my guilt was actually fear. I was scared that if I stopped then I wouldn't start again. While the moment that drove me to undertake this transformation before I start HRT was powerful, it felt far enough away that the power was waning a bit. I think I'm in that space between where a chosen action becomes a habit or ritual. It feels good to do it, but it is still a chosen thing. And then my mum began to creep into my mind... that because I didn't walk I would be actively reversing progress, that I would be betraying myself. That I would begin sliding down a slippery slope of cop outs until I was worse off than when I started.

But today I walked. I felt those feelings of wanting to not walk like I did on Day 1. You know that feeling after the joy of deciding to something for yourself, like a New Year's Resolution, but putting it off to the next day. Or promising to eat better, but after you have this night of takeaway food. I felt those whispers roil and bubble, but I still went and walked. My leg still hurts a little bit, but I walked. I stopped when I needed to and when I did I needed to just banish my mum from my head and be present on the journey I'm taking.

God I want to tell her what she's done to me. I want her to know how she has affected my thoughts and my perception of myself. But I know how much that would hurt. I know how she would feel. And despite of all the shit she has put me through, I couldn't bring myself to willingly hurt someone like that. If only she could do the same for me.

She actually visited a few days ago, with my sister and niece. It was my sister's first time seeing me without a beard. All they could focus on was my weight... the looks, the changes, where I'm thinning out. Not how I am, or what I've been up to, or why I'm losing body fat in the first place. No. Its good to know that's all I am for them right now, their own personal weight loss show. But then my mum was quite clear in how she wanted to get back to "normal".

Tomorrow is another day. I'll be better than I was today, even if I don't see it or feel it, and I'll be even better the next day.

#saphi's journey #transition timeline #trans pride #trans joy #transgender #transfem #trans #mtf trans #girlslikeus #transisbeautiful #mtf #coming out #lgbt #transfemme #gender journey #gender thoughts #gender euphoria

[itzcherrybonbon]

Obey Me OC: Makoto Gushiken ~ ✰

[The design is innacurate in Gacha but- just take it-]

-"Age?"

-"I'm 20!"

-"Birthday?"

-"July 3rd"

-"Nationality?"

-"Japanese!"

-"Sexuality?"

-"I'm straight, but I do support LGBTQ fellows!"

-"What about your pronouns?"

-"She/Her..?"

-"Things you're fond of?"

-"Wellll, I really like chocolate, photography, diving into mysteries and solving them, haunted places, nice and kind of airheads type of people..like Mammon, otome games..And I'm a huge fan of roses, dresses and cute aesthetics. Let's see, what else..Oh, I also really love mythology, especially Greek mythology. I hope I didn't forget to mention anything else..-"

-"How about things you dislike?"

-"I dislike messes, a lot. I always make sure to keep my room clean and everything to stay organized. I also really want to stay away from rude, disrespectful assholes. The nerve some people have..Lucky for them, I'm patient with others. And very much a pacifist. I don't want to get myself in too much trouble. Another thing I hate are..well, guns. The sound of them also..Loud noises in general trigger me. Oh, and I can't really handle alcohol or spice well-"

-"Favorite song?"

-"Hmm, Jenny by Studio Killers!"

-"Thoughts on everybody?"

-"This will be long..Well, I'm gonna start with:"

Diavolo

"Well, I'm really fond of him! I love spending time with him whenever I can. He's such a gentleman, I respect him and look up to him a lot. His friendly attitude reminds me of how protective my dad is..Ahh, I miss home.."

Lucifer

"I don't know how to feel about him. I don't even know if I should trust him..First he protected me from Levi and..just when it seemed we were somewhat on the right foot, he nearly killed me. I probably shouldn't have stepped in, but I had to protect Beelzebub and Luke! Had it not been for Diavolo that day, I wouldn't be here right now. Ever since then, I've been even more uncomfortable and wary of Lucifer."

Mammon

"Assigned to keep an eye on me? More like the complete opposite, I've become this airhead's babysitter ever since I've stepped foot here. For some reason he spends more time in my room than in his, he's even beginning to sleep here now. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he likes me. A lot. That's cute..

To be honest, it's true that he may be kind of stupid, but that still doesn't give the others the right to treat him this badly. I hate it when the others call him names, jokingly or not. So I've been giving Mammon validation ever since. He gave me a nickname too, the guy has been calling me "Maki" a lot recently. Well, isn't that sweet..♡ "

Leviathan

"I'm still trying to get closer to Levi, I think the pact we made is a good start to a nice friendship? He's kind of hard to get along with, but I'm sure he'll open up eventually! I'll keep trying to get into more anime and be extra nice to him! Looking forward to playing videogames together one day. The day of the competition though..When he turned into his demon form and tried to kill me..That was really scary, but I was kinda asking for it, right..? I'm grateful Lucifer saved me. At this point, I've had near death experiences twice in a row. I'm scared for the future, I might not be so lucky next time. But, I'm determined to go back when this all ends and see my parents, so no way I'm going to die here!"

Satan

"We're not that close yet, I'm trying to decide whether or not it's a good idea to trust him. The guy is as mysterious as a snake, I can't tell what he's plotting in his mind. But I know I need to be close to him somehow, how else am I going to make a pact with him? Anywho..he seems like the second most mature and smartest beside Lucifer. In that case, this will be harder than I thought."

Asmodeus

"For the Avatar of Lust..Asmo is really sweet, actually. I really like his company! And he's really good at doing his make-up, maybe he can give me some tips? I'm positive we can get along really well, as far as I've seen he's really such a sweetheart!"

Beelzebub

"Honestly, I think he's another one of my favorite people here. He just..reminds me so much of Kuro..

...

Beel is really sweet..For some reason it breaks my heart when he says "I'm hungry" everytime. I don't want him to starve, even though he's just like that because he's the Avatar of Gluttony. I make sure to share every snack I get with him, I know he'll appreciate that a lot. Being in his presence makes me feel like Kuro is still here with me..heh.."

Belphegor

"Hmph..I'm genuinely not surprised to hear about how he got locked up there, knowing how Lucifer is. I am determined to help him, he deserves better than this. And Beel deserves to see his twin again, it's unfair for them to be separated like this. Sometimes I wonder if Lucifer ever thinks about the happiness of his younger siblings. Because this isn't what older brothers are supposed to do. I hope he learns his mistake once Belphegor talks to him..I'd really love to see all the brothers get along like true siblings, and actually show respect to eachother. I trust Belphegor, I think he knows what he's doing.."

Barbatos

"I don't really have much of an opinion on him, unfortunately..- We haven't interacted much. I hope it's okay to trust him."

Simeon

"He's really friendly, and our interactions have gone pretty well! He seems to be fond of me, a lot. But despite that, he's also got this mysterious aura..I'm not sure if I'm just being paranoid or my instincts are right. Guess I'll stick around and find out."

Luke

"He's really adorable, and very much talkative..A little too talkative..But hey, that's okay. I know he's a reliable kid, and trustworthy for all the matter! I'm just a human, but I'm going to protect him and try to be there as much as I can. To me, he's already like a little brother! I adore him a lot"

Solomon

"Something about Solomon feels rather off, if you ask me..I'm glad I'm not the only human here but..I wonder if it's okay for me to trust him? Though, our friendship so far is going pretty well. Then..maybe I'm just being paranoid. Come on, Makoto, keep up the positivity! Me and Solomon make a good duo, I'm glad about that! When we go back to earth, will we still be friends I wonder..?"

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Fun facts:

-Makoto's mother is a paranormal investigator, and her father is a private detective. She learned a few things from the both of them, and this is the reason she shows interest in mysteries and haunted places.

TW TW TW TW TW!! TW FOR MENTION OF SCHOOL SHOOTING AND DEATH

You have been warned!

-Makoto had a little brother, 4 years younger than her. His name was Kuro. Sadly, the school Makoto and Kuro attended was suddenly shot one day. While they were trying to escape, a masked man found them and pointed his gun at the children. Kuro stepped in to protect his older sister and got shot in the head, and another time in the stomach. Makoto got shot in the stomach. Before the man could shoot Makoto a second time, three policeman had surrounded the man and arrested him.

The injured kids were taken to the hospital immediately. Makoto survived, but Kuro didn't make it. The Gushiken family was devastated, but Makoto struggled the most. Her parents took her to therapy, also taking the opportunity to get some therapy themselves. The homelife wasn't going well ever since Kuro's death. Makoto's mother started to drink, and her father tried to make his wife snap out of it by reminding her the tension in the house wasn't good for Makoto.

Makoto's mom soon found healthier ways to cope with the grief.

-Yes. Yes, Makoto does *like* like Mammon.

-Makoto is a fan of manga and small figurines, as well as telenovelas.

-She cares a lot about her looks, taking her time to style her hair and do her make-up. She likes staying pretty ♡

-Kuro used to ask his sister for food when their parents were too busy, so Makoto would make him snacks. She gets reminded of that bittersweet memory when she makes snacks or buys candy and shares them with Beel.

-Makoto always wanted to learn to play the piano. The piano is her favorite instrument.

-She's really, really touch starved. She wants to be hugged constantly and cuddle with someone, but is a little too shy to ask.

-Mako has stomach rolls, the baby is really insecure about them :(

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@amberheavendremurr Ding Dinggg! My MC's info is hereee! :33

Enjoy!

#cherry rambles #obey me #obey me mc #makoto gushiken (obey me mc) #yes y'all i'm into obey me thanks to amber <3 #will she survive? who knows! #tw!school shooting #tw!mentions of death

[manygalaxiesinone]

Disgaea 7: Fan made DLC Base Dialogue

((Might be updated as time goes on))

Yoh Asakura:

"With Anna and Higan around, it's getting harder for me to take my naps. It's only been a week and I lost count of all the punishment push ups I had to do."

*Yawn* "Hmm? What's up? Is it time to eat yet? Or did you just need my help? Either way, I'm all ready."

"There's a little girl named Sicily I saw the other day. She ran away as soon as Amidamaru got close to her. Kinda reminds me of when I first met Morty."

"I was pretty surprised to find out that Benimaru wasn't from around here. I'd bet he'd make a powerful Shaman."

Tao Ren:

"I just saw Laharl deliver some snacks his sister made. All of a sudden, I can't help but think of Jun back at home."

"I heard these netherworlds had places like the carnage dimension that are much more suitable for a challenge. Take me there at once."

"Just because we're on the same side, does not mean I won't settle the score with Yoh later. I prefer not to leave any unfinished business."

"I thought I'd escape the stupidity once we left Ryu and Horohoro behind, only for it to resurface under the shape of two demons named Axel and Yeyasu."

Anna Kyoyama:

"Pirilika may be good in the kitchen, but I must refrain Yoh from indulging on her fluff cakes too much. He must remain in shape if he wants to win."

"I regret informing Melodia that Yoh and I were engaged. Ever since, she's been pestering us about future wedding plans."

"I'm about to leave to do some shopping. If you see Yoh skipping out on his training, do me a favor and give him a good bonk on the head."

"When I first saw Rozalin, I couldn't help but notice something within her. A dark, cold, lonely presence. All too frightening... too familiar..."

Rimuru Tempest:

"It's crazy how there aren't any slimes here. They're one of the most basic monsters you could find on any adventure."

"When I introduced myself to everyone, I shouted that "I'm not a bad slime". To my surprise, some girl named "Fuka" was the only one that caught the reference."

"I hope Shion's not too upset that I took Shuna with me instead of her. I might have to eat her cooking when I get back to make it up."

"I should have known Pirilika and Shuna would use me as a dress up doll for their clothes. At least they're having a lot of fun together."

Shuna:

"Thanks to Miss Pirilika, I have lots of new ideas for clothes. I can't wait to show everyone in the Tempest Federation!"

"I can't wait to take a bath in the Haunt Springs with Great Rimuru. Hmm? Why would we be in separate baths? We take them together in the springs back home."

"Mao had plans to experiment on Great Rimuru. Needless to say, he's fortunate to make it out alive after we uncovered them."

"Miss Pirilika, Sicily, Killia, there are quite a few chefs on this ship. I think I have competition."

Benimaru:

"When I saw Fenrich looking at Great Rimuru, I glared back at him. The intense atmosphere continued until our lords told us to cease an hour later."

"I must admit, I'm quite curious on how a fight between Higan and Hakurou would go. Then again, I can see them enjoying a drink while punishing us right after..."

"Hmm? Sorry, I'm busy assisting Great Rimuru in some paperwork. I'll help you out later."

"The item world is quite valuable for improving weapons and armor, but I have confidence in our forgery's improvement."

Liu Kang:

"These Netherworlds hold many capable fighters. Convincing at least one to aid us would turn the tides of Kombat."

"Kitana and I couldn't help look at Adell and Rozalin with Joy and envy. Hopefully one day, we will enjoy life's simple pleasures ourselves."

"I'm curious on who's responsible for the Nikke's timeline. Why would they provide them with such an unfortunate reality?"

"Kitana was quite surprised when I told her she's dating Raiden in my timeline. You should have seen my reaction when she told me who I ended up with in hers."

Kitana:

"I don't know who's more insufferable, Johnny Cage or that Axel fellow. They must not be allowed to interact with each other."

"Ms. Beryl informed me about a human princess named Sapphire. Someone like her would have Shao Kahn quaking in his boots."

"Sorry, but I can not let you use my fans to cool off. One wrong move and you would be without a head."

"There is a difference between my kiss of death and when I actually kiss someone. You wish to know? *giggles* That is a close Edenian secret."

Kung Lao:

"Just so we're clear, Fuji only won because I went easy on him. We were only testing him, after all."

"With the amount of overlords dominating other worlds, you'd think the gods would create some type of system to prevent such a fate by now."

"If only we had Killia in our timeline before all this happened. He'd have no problems getting Scorpion to let go of his vengeance."

"How come the shops only have glasses? They need to start selling more hats to keep everyone in style."

Dante:

"With that 10 mil coming my way, I'll finally be debt free. I should throw a huge pizza party once I get back."

"Saw Axel jamming on his electric guitar the other day and I took that as a challenge. Sadly, we had to stop after we caused a power outage."

"Still can't believe Vergil had a kid before me. Wonder if he'll be able to take down Mundus once he comes back."

"Gotta say, that Yoh kid really knows how to chill. I need to get on his level whenever Morrison or Lady gets upset."

Vergil:

"Nero... just what path are you taking now? Why can't I put my finger on it?"

"You wish to spar with me? Very well. I have some time to kill."

"Overlord Krichevskoy... such a man pales in comparison to my father's legacy."

"I heard rumors that the tyrannical overlord Baal has resurfaced somewhere in Hinomoto. Knowing I have a chance to face him soon keeps me motivated."

Nero:

"It hasn't been a week and I already had to stop Dante and Vergil's fighting 10 times. Can't those two find something better to do?"

"Pirilika's been showing me how to make her pancakes. What's that look for? Kyrie's not the only one who cooks at home."

"Had to leave my metal arms back in the van. Without Nico around, I can't risk breaking them."

"Make sure you're keeping up with your training. We don't want any deadweight dragging us down while we're looking for those weapons."

Rapi:

"Surviving only on oil, making accurate predictions, not worrying about having a mind switch... a lot of Nikkes would be envious to someone like Suisen."

"Higan threatened me when she caught me staring at her. I didn't mean to do so, but... she reminded me of an old friend back home."

"As much as I'm worried about the Outpost's condition while we're gone, I'd be a lot more worried if the commander wasn't here with us."

"Pirilika didn't ask me to do so, but I have been patrolling around the area since we got here. Helping her out with the ship's security is the least I can do right now."

Neon:

"As a fire power enthused thief, Ceefore is certainly a worthy rival to me. I won't allow myself to be caught off guard!"

"I almost mistook Desco for a rapture the other day. Surprisingly, she thought I was a hero challenging her and got excited. I never met someone so scary and so adorable at the same time."

"Even I have standards on what to use as firepower. Hardworking prinnies shouldn't be used as such."

"My original purpose was to spy on Master's squad, but now I can't see myself without them. Is this the "camaraderie" Valvatorez was talking about earlier?"

Anis:

"I wish humans turning into prinnies was a thing in my world. I would pay every credit in my savings to see someone like Syuen end up like that."

"I find it amazing how Artina never lost her faith despite everything she's been through. I really don't know if I should call her strong or..."

"Some of the demons I met here are better than the humans back at the Ark. Part of me wants to convince the Commander and Rapi to let us stay here."

"Etna taught me how to get some limited edition sodas from her home world delivered here. Once I share some with the Commander, I might give you a can."

Commander (Idle):

"I really want to introduce Usalia to Alice. I bet it would be adorable seeing those two play together."

"Rimuru once told me that the best way to honor someone is to live the best way you can. Every day, I plan to honor "her" by doing just that."

"If something's bothering you, please let me know. I might not be able to fight like everyone else, but I'll do whatever I can to ease your mind."

"It's going to be a pain getting reused to eating nothing but splendamin once I return to the Outpost. Especially with so many great chefs on this ship."

Filia:

"Shantae, Pirilika, Beryl, Flonne... I'm already making so many new friends here. I never expected this to happen while in the Netherworld."

"That Commander fellow... when I told him I'm suffering from amnesia, he looked like he was about to cry. Is my condition common where he's from?"

"I'm thinking about getting a new hat while I'm here. Of course, I have to make sure Samson doesn't suffocate while I'm wearing it."

"Would you like to go training together? Don't worry about Samson. His bark is worse than his bite."

Squigly:

"A zombie girl named Bieko made me a beautiful flower crown the other day. She looks so full of life despite being undead..."

"So long as the skullgirl roams free, I cannot return to my resting place. As such, I shall use the time I have left accordingly."

"I proposed the idea of Super Reincarnation to Leviathan to go back to the past. Seeing the mental toll Zed was put through, he decided against it..."

"Would you do me this kindness and share a dance with me? It just wouldn't feel quite right without a partner."

Peacock:

"The moment I saw Artina, I shouted "Hellooooooo nurse!"! You should have seen her. She was beet red ear to ear!"

"I heard Killia gave up on his revenge, saying "it's a cycle of hatred and despair". Maybe he could convince Marie..."

"*munch* *munch* *munch* What's up, Doc? Got some baddies you need blasted? Let me eat, then I'll help out."

"Hopefully the writer is paying attention to these lines before he posts. Folks back home are gonna riot if any of us are written out of character."

Shantae:

"Ugh! Can you believe what Zed just said to me?! He told me I sound like some old hag he knows. I'm the youngest half genie in my world, thank you!"

"Kitana looks so beautiful, especially with her fans. Maybe I should learn how to fight with those later. Think she'll teach me how if I asked?"

"Flonne told me that there are some angels powerful enough to grant wishes. Makes me wonder how different things would be if I was a half angel instead of a half genie."

"I'm about to throw a huge slumber party later. You're invited to come of course. Just bring plenty of snacks to share with everyone."

Sky:

"Valvatorez is trying to convince me to feed Wrench sardines, saying it'll help him grow bigger and more powerful. Problem is, I already have the salted caramels for that."

"Heard Beryl gave Shantae access to her school's library if she ever visits. Hope she'll also give her something to nibble on while she's there."

"That Killia guy is pretty handsome. Sadly, every time I try to flirt with him, I can feel an intense cold chill run down my spine, like whenever Wrench is looking at his next meal."

"I'm going to relax at the Haunt Springs for a while, so please don't ask me for anything for the next hour or so."

Rottytops:

"I don't get why Rimuru complains so much about Pirilika and Shuna. Being able to try out so many new costumes is like a dream come true for me. I'll gladly trade places with him any day."

"Apparently zombies can't turn people into other zombies by biting them in the Netherworlds. I wonder what would happen if I bit the zombies."

"I've been trying to prank Etna with my spicy sweets for the past few days now, but she always sees right through them. Either someone's ratting me out or she's a master prankster herself."

"Valvatorez is lucky to have someone as loyal as Fenrich with him. Everyday, I wonder if I'm really as good of a friend to Snack cakes as she is to me."

Kirby:

"Zzzzzzz... Poyo?"

"Poyo! Po poyo!"

"Poyo..."

*munch* *much* "Poyo?"

Meta Knight:

"This ship could use some improvements on its defenses. Were we attacked, we would be sitting ducks."

"With a mentor such as Higan, it's no surprised how Fuji became so talented. I shall challenge her myself once the time is right."

"Anna has warned me about Yoh's lack of discipline. I will not hesitate to help keep him in line should she request it."

"I do not necessarily serve under His Majesty, King Dedede. We simply have a more... mutual understanding of each other."

King Dedede:

"I thought the only glutton I had to worry about was that there, Kirby! Now with Laharl, Higan, Killia, and Beryl around, I can't keep my eyes off my food for a second!"

"I left Escargot in charge of the castle while I'm out here. I better not come home to a huge mess."

"Liu Kang had the nerve to say that my hammer looks lighter than some bum named Shao Kahn's. He'll change his tune once he sees my best hammer."

"What do you mean penguins can't fly? You clearly haven't been training hard enough if you think that. Ahehehehehe!"

Naoya Toudou:

"Laharl and Mao got really mad when I got the top score in the game they were playing. They almost broke the system trying to beat it."

"This earring? It's a gift from my twin brother. It's... all I have of him now..."

"I wasn't expecting to meet a member of the Kirijo Group out here, much less the daughter of the executive. I'll try not to bring up Kei if possible."

"I still wonder what Elly was really trying to tell me back there. She's not serious often so it must have been important, right?"

Maki Sonomura:

"I like Naoya, but I'll take a step back if Elly can confess her feelings. That said, I can't exactly wait forever."

"The Nikke commander has the makings of a good therapist. Maybe we should study together while we're here."

"Yukari said it's a little weird that I can use a bow and a gun. Honestly I think both have their drawbacks, so it's better to switch up every now and then."

"There's a clear difference between physical therapy and mental therapy. Artina's a wonderful nurse, but you can't go to her for everything."

Eriko Kirishima:

"Those Nikkes were amazed when they saw my persona. I would be too if I saw the goddess I was named after with my own eyes."

"There are so many different worlds out there. I want to explore them all and see how each and every one of them is like!"

"Ann told me she was a rising model. I wish she brought magazines that featured her so I can look at some poses."

"Fuka and Desco immediately discovered my crush and are determined to help me out. When did global dominators become match makers?"

#disgaea #disgaea 2 #disgaea 3 #disgaea 4 #disgaea 5 #disgaea 6 #disgaea 7 #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #devil may cry #shantae #mortal kombat #skullgirls #goddess of victory: nikke #shaman king #kirby #shin megami tensai persona #persona 1

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Second part for today....

It's morning and the sun is shining into Evan's room. My eyes flutter open and I see him asleep next to me. My head hurts slightly and I can't remember what I did with my phone. I sit up in bed and I look to the nightstand beside me. At some point during the night, Evan plugged in my phone and also brought me water and painkillers. I take the pills and drink down the water. My head already feels better. I remember bits and pieces about our conversations last night. The part about waiting til we were both sober to be intimate is in the forefront of my mind.

Evan stirs and makes a quiet sound. This is the first time I'm noticing he is shirtless. His head is facing me. His perfect lips are smashed against the pillow. God, he's beautiful. I can't help myself. I have zero willpower. I scoot down and get under the covers. I get down close to his cheek and I gently kiss it. Then I softly blow in his ear and run my lips over his earlobe. A soft moan leaves his throat. A sleepy moan. I whisper his name in his ear. And that gets a bigger reaction. His eyes flutter open. And he smiles.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

"Well some really cute guy left me water and Advil, so I'm feeling pretty good right now."

"Where is he? I'll fight him...." This makes me chuckle. He pops his head up and pretends to look around for his handsome competition.

Our eyes meet and the smiles turn serious, but only for a minute. He makes a face at me and then leans in and kisses me.

He pulls his face away and I say "don't stop." So he kisses me again. This time deeper and harder. He gently pushes me down to the bed. Then his arms are placing mine above my head. He hovers over me. The sunlight is hitting his eyes in a way I've never had the privilege of seeing before. My expression prompts his question.

"What's that look for?"

"You truly have beautiful eyes. The way the sun hits them. It kinda took my breath away..."

That gains a reaction from him that I wasn't expecting.

"I don't think anybody has ever said anything like that to me before."

"That's a shame. Because you are a very beautiful man. And very sexy. Everything about you is."

He looks behind him.

"What are you doing?" I laugh

"Looking for the cute guy with the Advil. You must be talking about him..."

"Hey Evan..."

"Yea, babe..."

"Shut up and kiss me"

So he does. Also, his hand finds my inner thigh and creeps up to my mound. Through the fabric, his hand cups it and starts massaging it. I've never felt anything like it. My head tilts back and I squeak.

"Is this ok? Tell me to stop anytime, baby"

"Please keep going..."

His fingers trace my labia and he makes a V and starts gently rubbing. Then he palms me again but this time he starts making a vibration motion. I start losing my mind.

"oh God..."

Evan chuckles and removes my panties. He continues to massage me and then he places his face so very close to my clit. I feel hot breath and then his tongue grazes it. Barely touching it. I gasp and I twitch.

"Oh, please Evan. Please..."

"Please, what sweetie"

"Please lick it."

He flattens his tongue against me and licks it like an ice cream. Several times. My legs start to feel like jelly. I beg him to keep going. I'm about to explode and I tell him so. He blows my mind when two long fingers enter my and immediately find the sweet spot.

"Fuck, you're wet and you taste good" Evan moans into my core.

His fingers in a come hither motion and his tongue softly grazing me sends me over the edge. Like a gentleman, Evan carries me through.

"You ready for me baby? I need you..." I hear urgency in his voice.

"Come on, baby..."

His face meets mine and he kisses me as he slowly enters me. It feels so good we both moan into each other's mouths. His thrusts start out soft and gentle. But, with some encouragement from me, they soon become fast and hard. He interlaces our fingers with one hand and scoots the other under my head. When the thrusts start to get a little sloppy and he starts breathing hard, I reach down with my free hand and grab his cute, tight ass.

"Come for me baby. Come on, Evan. Does it feel good?"

"You feel so fucking good. So soft...wet....fuck..tight!....fuck!

His cries are so sexy, I almost come again. He yells out my name just like he did when he was touching himself yesterday. He buries his face in my neck. He tells me I smell intoxicating. He's breathing hard and he collapses gently on top of me.

"Just couldn't help yourself, huh?" He says to me playfully.

"Oh, there's more where that came from." I say

"What should we do today?" He asks me.

"I don't know, you're the boss" I tease

"Oh, shit. What are we going to do about that?"

and more

#fics

[zingaplanet]

I'm curious if anyone else feels sad at the rise of Carlos Alcaraz...part of me wants to root for him. More than his brilliance, he seems like a really nice guy. BUT...I don't want Rafa's supreme legacy challenged in any way, shape, or form. I selfishly want Rafa to always be Spain's biggest icon and for his tennis records to be untouched. So I find myself rooting against Alcaraz. I just miss Rafa...

Anon that's completely normal! I completely get it. I think the feeling of idolation we have of someone is very unique, it's love, it's respect, but most of all it's wanting someone to do well (without any discernible reason or direct benefit to us!) I think tbh being a fan is one of the most positive acts (except when you over-imposed on their privacy of course!) one can do, you shower someone with love, support and admiration without expecting anything back. So you are definitely not being selfish, in fact, you are being selfless for the sake of another (although unfortunately since this is competitive sport and not the music industry where the winner takes all principle doesn't really apply, this might clash with other people's interests).

I think for me at least in sports, a good practice is to try and support/love with no expectations or demands. Our heroes don't really owe us anything nor us to them. There will always be another person, another winner, another number one, and there's nothing really we can do about it! History is always rewritten because nothing is ever eternal. But that also doesn't mean that it's not emotionally difficult. A bit like you always want your childhood memories to stay the same, your best friends to remain close to you as you grow old, and your favourite tv show to always plays on Friday night for the rest of your life. But time always moves on, especially in sports when career expectancy is very short! This past 5 years we're already seeing generations change not just in tennis but in all sports (And what a generation it has been!), no more Phelps, Serena Williams, Vettel, Federer, Kobe, etc. I personally think it's painful because these athletes are not just who we support but they've also become parts of our lives to a little bit (and maybe our youth), ways we remember good memories with! It's completely alright not to support the new generations, maybe that's something our children will have the privilege to discover (Someone their generation that they'll grow up watching!). But the danger maybe is when that fear of change turns into negative thoughts and actions, and for me I guess maybe that's why I kinda stopped watching tennis since awhile now. Players I used to watch growing up are no longer actively on tour, and that's ok, they grew up too! I just don't want to find reasons to irrationally hate anybody because I think I hate it the most when sports become a divisive force instead of a uniting one.

I think the key is knowing that records can be broken but legacies are forever. Because legacies are so much more than physical achievements (tournaments won, grand slams gained, etc), but how somebody is remembered in the memories of many! For me I'll never forget how watching the Wimbledon Final 2008 made me feel, the adrenaline, the rush, being surrounded by family during a nice, warm summer, or the inspiration I felt when watching Rafa get back up and up again from his injuries! That's what matters, I think, and that's what he said he wants to be remembered most by, not the guy who wins the most grand slam title, spain number one or anything, but just a good guy who competes fiercely and fairly, who are kind to his friends and fans, and who leaves the sport better than when he entered it! In a way, I think that's how they themselves as athletes make their peace with this, and why Federer was able to have such a happy retirement.

I don't know if this helps at all, sorry for accidentally being your tumblr psychologist, this is prob a weird answer to an ask! hahaha just giving you lots of mental support and hug <3 (Also sorry for the late reply! just had the time to go through tumblr properly now)

#rafael nadal #rafa #nadal #ask #tennis #carlos alcaraz #sports

[azikarue]

MayBlade 2023 : Day 12 : Fall

Max/Mariam | FFN Rating: K | FFN Link ❖ Max would never admit that seeing a familiar flash of blue out of the corner of his eye made him do a double-take and stumble up the stairs. He would have fallen right into the seats trying to catch himself, if someone hadn't steadied him at the last second.

"Thank you! That was close!" he laughed, righting himself. When he turned to address the person who'd saved him, his mouth went dry at the sight of her.

He'd been hoping to run into Mariam from the time the tournament was announced, listening carefully for any news of the Saint Shields making a comeback. And now, here she was.

"Don't mention it," Mariam said, sliding back down into her seat. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail like he remembered – his flash of blue – and she still had the most striking eyes he'd ever seen. He'd bet money that they were greener than the rest of her teammates'. And they were so singularly focused on him that it made him blush. "I kinda owed you one."

Max furrowed his brows in confusion. "For what?"

"You save so many girls from collapsing stairs in abandoned buildings that you forget?" Mariam asked skeptically.

"Oh!" Max exclaimed as it all, instantly, came flooding back. The not-so-abandoned forest warehouse, Team Psykick's power injections, Mariam busting their machinery, and the two of them finding a way to make it out in one piece together when the building caved in on itself. "You don't owe me for that, Mariam. I'm just glad you weren't hurt."

"I guess I'll remember that next time you're about to fall flat on your face."

Max felt his cheeks getting hot again.

"I, uh, got distracted," he said, suddenly remembering that they were in a stadium full of people and he was standing in the middle of the stairs, forcing the crowd to walk around him. He slipped into Mariam's row to get out of the way. "I was looking for the guys – they're saving me a seat."

"The battle's about to start," Mariam pointed out as the lights began to dim.

Max nodded. They'd be wondering where he was at. The tournament hadn't properly started yet and today's was an exhibition match, but they'd promised to watch it together to see how their competition had improved in the past couple years. Mariam's presence proved they weren't the only ones with that idea but, as he scanned the audience, he realized something else.

"Where's the rest of your team?"

Mariam sat back in her chair and crossed her arms, her bracelets shining gold in the lights that were left. "Dunga was getting on my nerves earlier, so I came by myself. I'm sure they're here somewhere."

Max shuffled his feet, very aware that he was standing in front of the empty aisle seat to Mariam's right. And that people in the row behind her were craning their necks to see around him. And that he wasn't going to find the rest of his team before the lights went out and it would be a shame for either of them to watch the match alone. So, he sat down.

"Ditching your friends for me?" Mariam asked, a teasing lilt to her voice. "You'd better be careful or they'll think you have a crush."

The next moment the lights went out, saving Max from answering and hiding the fact that his face was probably redder than a tomato. The spotlights flicked on, swirling around the stadium before fixing in the center where DJ Jazzman stood next to a standard dish.

"Hello beyblading fans and welcome to the very first exhibition match of the BBA's Beyblading World Championships!"

The stadium erupted into thunderous applause and Max felt a nostalgic excitement swelling in his chest. It had been a long time since he'd sat in a stadium, waiting for the World Championships to begin. Not only was he eager to compete with the Bladebreakers again and test his mettle against the fiercest competition around, but he got to watch them all compete against one another, too. New friends and old friends.

In some ways, it felt like the first time he'd ever watched a match live. He felt the same fire he'd felt then. The same desire to pick up his blade and find a tough opponent. He glanced over at Mariam; she was leaning forward in her seat, looking just as eager as he felt. He hoped their chance to battle came sooner, rather than later.

"Tonight's match will have you seeing double! We're starting off strong with a pairs battle!" Jazzman cried, sending a buzz of anticipation rippling through the crowd.

The bladers competing in the exhibitions were supposedly a varied group, with some selected from BBA teams and others making special appearances even though they weren't competing this time around. Kenny had spent hours the night before trying to dig up information on who was going to be participating, but it was such a well-kept secret that he hadn't been able to figure it out. A pairs battle would've made him even more curious.

"Our first duo turned the competition on its head with their tag-team finesse in their tournament debut. And after spending the BBA's hiatus with their circus family, they've decided to run away with the World Championships once again! Give it up for Julia and Raul!"

Max applauded along with the crowd as the stadium floor opened up and Raul and Julia appeared. They were beaming and waving to the audience and it was several minutes before the cheers died down enough for Jazzman to introduce the next team.

"Our next pair may be less colorful, but they're no less skilled!"

A flash of light to his left caught Max's eye and he turned to see Sharkrash's bit gleaming in Mariam's hand. She had a white-knuckled grip on her blade and was staring out at the dish with her jaw set. And just like that, something clicked in Max's memory and he knew exactly who was going to be announced.

"Put your hands together for King and Queen!"

The audience was quieter for King and Queen's entrance, but there was still plenty of applause from those who weren't familiar with their dubious history. It was proof of how much the sport had grown in recent years.

Beside Max, Mariam was sitting stiffly. Her fingertips were white where her attack ring was biting into them. Max reached over and laid a gentle hand on her arm. Her head whipped around and he was once again on the receiving end of her piercing gaze.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Now remember: this match is a friendly exhibition! The outcome won't affect the tournament standings, but might leave our competitors with some grudges to battle it out over later." Jazzman raised his hand over his head and King, Queen, Julia, and Raul readied their launchers.

The stadium counted down as one: "3… 2… 1… Let it rip!"

All four beyblades landed in the dish and the battle began.

Right away Max noticed that both teams were using attack patterns he recognized from previous battles. Kenny and Dizzi would note if there was a difference in power output, but it looked like they were taking special care not to reveal any new tricks too early in the competition. It made sense.

Max had every intention of keeping his eyes on the battle regardless. It turned out to be harder than he anticipated with Mariam beside him and he spent as much time watching her reaction to the battle as he did watching the battle itself. And just looking at her in general (she had four new piercings in the ear he could see and a crease appeared between her eyebrows every time Queen went on the offensive).

"Who do you think will win?" he asked after the battle had gone on for a few minutes.

King and Queen landed a powerful barrage attack that made half the audience cheer and the other half boo. Mariam frowned.

"I know who I want to win."

"Julia and Raul are some of the best tag-team bladers out there," Max said, quickly losing his train of thought when Mariam turned away from the battle, for the first time, to look at him while he spoke. She was even prettier than he remembered.

She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

He blushed and looked stubbornly in the direction of the battle, willing any more unbidden thoughts away. "They've taken on tougher opponents than King and Queen and won. I'm sure they can do it again."

Mariam didn't answer. When F-Dynasty called out their bitbeasts, King and Queen followed suit, and Max watched the reflections of them in her eyes.

He couldn't blame Mariam for harboring a grudge against Queen after the way their last battle had panned out. Max wasn't a vengeful person, but he didn't regret shredding Queen's blade once she'd torn Mariam's to smithereens, either. That might have had something to do with the illegal part she was using that backfired. It might have also had something to do with Mariam.

Now that he was going to see her almost daily for the duration of the tournament, he might be forced to unpack that possibility soon.

Max tuned back into the battle just in time to watch King and Queen set up a move to target F-Dynasty while they were separated in the dish. If he'd been watching, he would have recognized when Queen transferred energy into King's beyblade with her own. Before anyone knew what was happening, Uriel was knocking Torch Pegasus out of the dish.

But Queen had made a mistake in hanging back, watching King make his move and leaving herself wide open – Julia sent Thunder Pegasus straight for Gabriel and soon it was just King and Julia left in the game.

"Looks like it's anyone's battle," Mariam observed as the two blades circled each other.

"It can't go on much longer," Max said, leaning over so Mariam could hear him over the increasing volume of the crowd. "Neither of them have a lot of energy left."

Right after he said it, the beyblades collided for one final, winner-take-all attack. There was an explosion of light and a loud crack that must have been the dish itself splitting. When the dust settled, Torch Pegasus was spinning proudly in the middle of it.

"And F-Dynasty takes it!"

The applause and cheers were deafening this time as the entire stadium leapt to their feet to celebrate, not only Julia's victory, but the official start to their first World Championship Tournament since the BEGA fiasco. Max cheered along, eyes glued to the satisfied smirk on Mariam's face.

His fingers were itching for his ripcord by the time everything died down and the spectators began filing out. He wanted to ask Mariam for a battle, but bit his tongue. The guys were probably already looking for him. It would have to wait.

"C'mon, Max," Mariam said, as the people in their row began trying to squeeze past.

They stood up to make their way out of the stadium. It wasn't long before Max turned to say something to Mariam and found that they'd lost each other in the flow of the crowd climbing the stairs to the exit. Or maybe she'd just disappeared on him. It wouldn't be the first time.

Max sighed and continued up, a weird sense of melancholy settling over him. It was great to see Mariam again, but he wished they'd had more time to talk about things other than the battle. Lost in his thoughts, he was almost the whole way to the top of the stairs when he heard someone calling his name.

"Hey, Max!" A hand holding a familiar baseball cap waved above the crowd and, soon enough, Tyson appeared on the stair above him. People nearby were pointing and talking excitedly, but he didn't seem to notice. "Where were you, buddy? We saved you a seat."

"I'm sorry," Max said sheepishly. He hoped the flush he could feel on his cheeks could be attributed to the tight press of the crowd. "I couldn't find you guys."

"We were right where we said we'd be," Hilary said, appearing at Tyson's side. She had a hold of Kenny's suspenders so he didn't get lost to the masses and he was clutching Dizzi in both arms in case someone bumped into him.

"Maybe he's turning antisocial like Kai," Daichi said, elbowing his way through what looked to be a couple holding hands. "He didn't sit with us either."

"Do you guys think we should get out of the way?" Ray asked, bringing up the rear.

Right at that moment, a large group pushed their way past, forcing them all up against the railing dividing the stairs down the center. Max grabbed a hold of it to steady himself, then immediately spun around to apologize when he realized someone's hand was already there. He nearly lost his footing again when he saw whose it was.

"Mariam!"

"Better watch where you're going this time, Max," she said, grabbing his hand and returning it to the railing as his friends watched in stunned silence. "Wouldn't want you to fall before we get the chance to have our rematch."

Then she walked away before any of them could ask about the rest of the Saint Shields. Tyson was complaining about it and Kenny was explaining to Daichi who she was. Max was watching her go until he could no longer see her electric blue ponytail cutting a path through the crowd.

It was possible, he thought as his team finished their ascent, that he'd already fallen.

#mayblade 2023 #beyblade #after agonizing over this in various states of exhaustion i had redwheeler and too-raph read it and decided just to post it #i spend my life overthinking #and remembering that Queen vs Mariam battle in V Force and how Max annihilates Queen in the round after #maxmar #azrfic #azikarue #azikarue394

[asknarashikari]

Opinions on each of the starter Pokemon, Kari.

I'll preface this post by saying that 1) I'm kinda biased towards water types and 2) I haven't actually played a Pokemon game since HG/SS, so my opinions have more to do with how I like them just from a design/lore perspective and their appearances in other media (like the anime) than their competitive viability

With that out of the way... let's go~

Bulbasaur - Still one of the most underrated starters I think. I loved Ash's Bulbasaur in the anime, he was one sassy bitch lol

Charmander - A touch overexposed, but for good reason. Who doesn't love a fire breathing dragon buddy

Squirtle - I love the concept, but honestly most of my fondness for it comes from Ash's Squirtle. The one with the glasses

Pikachu - I mean, it's the mascot of the series. I don't think I can hate it even if I tried. It's cute and we all know it

Eevee - I'm kinda meh on the whole line tbh... and the Eevee you get as a starter can't evolve anyways...

Chikorita - Honestly probably the most forgettable of the starters. I don't really think much of it

Cyndaquil - It's a cute little shrew thing that evolves into a honey badger. Okay I guess? Hisuian Typholosion was needed badly

Totodile - Look, Ash's Totodile being a happy dancy lil guy was all they needed to make me love it

Treecko - A bunch of Poketubers I watch regularly are fond of it, and although I see the appeal, I'm just okay on it

Torchic - I love the whole line tbh, but I still haven't gotten over my cousin's kid saying Combusken looks like a dick.

Mudkip - My answer to the "Do you like Mudkips?" meme is "No, I absolutely adore Mudkips and will die for them"

Turtwig - Probably the most underrated of the Sinnoh starters and I kinda see why people struggle to use it

Chimchar - I see the appeal, even if I never used it as a starter myself. I also got attached to it because of Ash's Chimchar

Piplup - Piplup was my first starter so I adore it a lot... It's just so full of personality whenever I see it. Project Pochama was lit

Snivy - All I know about it is the infamous episode where Ash's Pikachu lost to one at the start of B/W

Pignite - Kinda went overboard with the Fire/Fighting combi at this point... also it's not really appealing in anyway lol

Oshawott - I think it has the most likeable personality of the starters? The scalchop thing is really cute

Chespin - Chespin's evolutions are... something. Poor guy got the short end of the design stick

Fennekin - I think it has the best concept of the three Kalos starters. Yes, even more than ninja frogman

Froakie - I think they were trying to turn it into Charizard 2.0 and... I guess it worked for a while? I like it well enough I guess

Rowlet - The cutest borb (birb+orb) turning into a badass ghost archer? Yes please! Also, Ash's Rowlet was hilarious in S&M

Litten - I guess I was just thankful they didn't make it Fighting type again lol

Popplio - It's a cute little thing, I don't understand why people didn't like it when it was first revealed

Grookey - I may have compared it to one Banjou Ryuuga when it was revealed lol. Ryuuga's my fave 2nd Rider though...

Scorbunny - It's a cute lil bunny, how could I hate it? It also seemed to have the most personality out of the Galar starters

Sobble - *gathers him into my arms* I will protect this one with my life even if it evolves into lizard James Bond

Sprigatito - Do I want a cat that can knead me and make me kinda high? ...Maybe

Fuecoco - It's a happy lil fire croc! It looks so wholesome! Its head is empty but I don't care!

Quaxly - I would like to shake the hand of the god who thought gaylord samba peacock-duck thing would make for a great starter

#pokemon #ask #lowder-the-koopa

[shadowiie]

sprinting at u full speed shadow hedgehog

Oh this is going to be very fun to compare and contrast from my answer months ago

One aspect I adore about Shadow is his independent and aloof attitude. Sonic has the same traits, but the specific ways in which it manifests within Shadow I find particularly interesting.

Combined with his selfish tendencies, it often leads to him going off on his own without consulting the rest of his teammates. In 06 after Mephiles phase 1, where he takes off right after returning to the past because he now needs to find out who Mephiles is, In Sonic Forces: Episode Shadow, when he refuses Omega's help, stating "I'll handle things my way." In SA2 when he dips after the Finalhazard fight

He's so focused on whatever his goal is that he doesn't even think about how it affects others. It's a very interesting choice

One aspect i wish others understood about him (aside from his overall assholishness) is his bluntness. Chances are, if he says something, he means it. Literally.

It's great analysis-wise because sometimes you don't even have to guess why he's doing the things he's doing, but I think a lot of people (myself included!) underestimate how often something that sounds like it's an exaggeration or contains subtext is actually him being completely, 100% direct.

In SA2, when he says after saving Rouge "I didn't do it for you, I simply needed the chaos emeralds for my goal", he literally means that if he didn't need the chaos emeralds for his goal, he wouldn't have saved Rouge.

It's also a good example of canon evidence the hog is autistic :)

One uncommon(?) headcanon I have for Shadow is the idea that he likes to sleep outside in nature, like up in a tree or something. I got it from Jib Candyypirate and I think its neat :)

I like to think at one point he and Sonic slept in the same tree at one point bc neither saw the tree was occupied.

One person I love seeing him interact with, surprise surprise, is Sonic. Now, I get extremely squicked out when I see the two in a romantic context (which was the primary reason I had to mass unfollow even people I'm friends with), but their canon dynamic is absolutely up my alley.

Their competitive rivalry and contrasting yet fundamentally similar personalities are endlessly entertaining, and their scenes together in SA2 are so memorable I'm able to recite most of them at will.

They're something about their dynamic that's so compelling, and while I don't like seeing it I can understand why they're the most popular slash ship in the series.

One character that I wish they would interact with more in the series is Gerald Robotnik. I recently went on a deep dive into both Gerald and Maria, and discovered the Sonic Battle diary entries and hooooooooly shit.

Those last few diary entries really moved me.

It isn't even my headcanon that Gerald was forced by GUN to turn all of his creations into weapons, it's just fucken canon.

They literally state somewhere (I forget where) that Gerald was initially hesitant to accept GUN's proposal for creating an immortal creature, he eventually agreed in order to develop a cure for Maria's illness.

From Chaos Drives, Space Colony ARK, to the Gizoid, to Project Shadow, literally every single one of Gerald's projects were taken by GUN and turned into weapons.

I don't necessarily want Shadow to interact with Gerald himself, but I'd love to see his reaction to Gerald's diaries. I kinda just used this question to go on a tangent about Gerald himself because I find his descent into revenge (and GUN's massive hand in it that's downplayed in later games) to be immensely cathartic to piece together.

One headcanon I have that involves Sonic and Shadow that I've previously mentioned before but still hold onto is the hc that blue chaos cola tastes like ramune, red chaos cola tastes like cola, and Sonic and Shadow have this massive petty argument about which one is better. You bring this Convo up you will never get them to shut up about it.

#ask game #analysis #shadow the hedgehog #also fun about geralds diaries is that he exclusively refers to Shadow using it/its pronouns #he does sometimes refer to 'Project Shadow' as just 'Shadow' tho

[scrawnytreedemon]

a ghirahim Idea for you:

so yknow how lots of fics compare and contrast ghirahim and link? like, I did it myself in Touch. they everyone goes about it (including me) is to cast link as hylia's sword like ghirahim is demise's. NOW listen to this. what about ghirahim as demise's Hero?? it would go perfectly with your headcanon of ghirahim being the First Hero. go off about this if you want, or just read it and be entertained <3

GODDDD SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE last week was... so fuckign hectic FORREAL-- aNYHOW,

Seriously, that's kinda how I treat him??? Obviously, it's not a perfect 1:1, but there are a ridiculous amount of parallels.

While I don't think Demise needs a Hero™ in the same way Hylia does, Ghirahim does undeniably play the role of gallant knight - And I think that's where his and Link's roles line up almost perfectly.

I'll admit that my First Hero for Ghirahim is... incredibly messy. The idea, even then, is that he's not solely created by Hylia - There always was a bit of Demise, because, well, you can tell that Demise made him. He's very much their child, to put it in sentimental language, in that sense.

I've like... a number of ways of going about this.

Ghirahim was once two separate entities, each serving their master, continually meeting on the field of battle. At some point the First Hero(Rahim) is brutally wounded, physically, psychologically, or both, and that causes a break. One way or another, they end up fusing; the new being's former memories regarding Hylia are heavily surpressed, not wishing to dwell on the betrayal - Whatever that might suggest.

Demise and Hylia were either allied or the same being at one point during Ghirahim's partial creation, only for Demise to make a break for self-actualisation(read: world domination) - Or be inherently inclined to it, because they're Hylia's negative traits thoroughly purged(to the best of her abilities). Hylia takes this entity of their union, intending to thoroughly turn it on Demise... only for it to backfire. Can't fight inner nature. Not when you refuse to acknowledge it, anyway.

I feel like the second method might run the risk of un-alienating Demise, in an ironic sense? A big part of their whole schtick is that they are, in a sense, this culmination of chaos that broke its way outta the ground - This primal, beastial nature that man and its allies are so thoroughly pitted against in ancient mythology. Could see it working better via purge-theory; but again, I've listed out two theories for a reason; I'm of two minds.

...Not unlike Ghirahim!

Regardless of his origin, it's clear that Ghirahim is very much of two natures; pure, gleeful might vs. gracious, if imposing decorum; duty and desire; where both said duty and desire lie.

Returning to the point of Demise not needing a hero... funnily enough, I brought this up to a friend not too long ago, and she said something that was very interesting.

Right, so Demise' ordeal is a sort of brutal, meritocratic Darwinism - As opposed to the vengeful, Satanic sort of brush they get painted with, I propose another reading on this:

Demise values strength. Demise ran over the humans, not out of any particular spite, but because how they see it, if you can't fend for yourself, then tough shit. They're this fucking... culmination of this competitive brutalism; an extreme version of the Will to Power. They respect Link because he actually bothered to stand up, regardless if they believed he was going to succeed or not - And when he defeats them, they congratulate him; calling him a paragon of his kind. They see and treat him as an equal, in a way Ghirahim never did; never could, even.

Because Ghirahim is a serving figure to Demise, so thoroughly caught up in hierarchy... I don't think it's ever occurred to him to stand up. Or if it has - And we're taking the idea that he has some of Hylia's ordered, lawful nature - Then there's this feeling of sin, blasphemy regarding it - He's a sword, he's meant to serve! It's in his nature, it's the way things should be--

And this is where Celine caught me off guard.

She suggested that perhaps Demise would show Ghirahim that same respect if he actually went ahead and did it.

Which is.

Man.

That changed the entire way I viewd their dynamic.

I wonder... would it even have been something Demise desired, in a sense? What better proof that your teachings, your ethos, your whole being is correct than being able to rear a being not only able, but willing, to surpass you?

It's fascinating.

I know this probably ended up being quite a bit more about Demise than Ghirahim, textually, but that's because if you're trying to slot Ghirahim into the Hero role, you need to work out what his god would be; how they are.

And I suppose that's what it comes down to.

Why would Demise need a Hero, if it's almost antithetical to their worldview?

After all, if you want a job well done, do it yourself; and if you can't,

Then tough luck.

#scrawny rambles #scrawny answers #skyward sword #sksw #meta #tloz #ghirahim #demise #thank you for this fuel #i'm hoping maybe this might spark some discussion in the fanbase? #again i can't blame people for brushing off demise #but i feel like they could be *so* much more interesting if we dug into it #they're such a central part of ghirahim's character #would would it be like if they *didn't* actually 'want' that to be the case? #i put want in quotations because i think they're largely apathetic #again if you submit tough shit not my problem #i dunno... now i wanna read/write/play something that has ghirahim facing off demise in a final boss battle #as this form of ultimate closure #the closest thing to love from them in a sense #and then he can let go. #and find something healthier. #(...or *not*) #who knows!