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acatpiestuff · 23 days

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hehehe. new ref for my pokemon oc Toddy, with some lore bits sprinkled in here and there. They've grown over the time I've had them...

TRANSCRIPT OF ALL THE WRITING UNDER THE READ MORE:

Name: Toddy Age: [UNKNOWN] Pronouns: ALL Height: 6'2" (188 cm) - selectively mute - baker - immortal - doesn't battle often [Toddy is a taller, slightly chubby person with wavy dark purple hair and round glasses. They have olive skin, and are wearing grey socks, brown baggy pants, and a green sweater with a collar. On the green sweater, there are little white tulips embroidered on the righthand breast of the sweater. Over the sweater, Toddy is wearing a dark grey cardigan.]

Notes on Toddy's Visage and Background:

Hand embroidered clothing. Prefers comfort and utility over style.

From the civilization that created the golurk

is held together by ghosts of his hometown, which prevents him from dying

woke up in a field of white tulips, where his town used to be

travels with the last remaining golurk from his town.

Home Base is in Pinwheel Forest. Small cabin w/ garden + brick oven (self-made)

[Toddy has] homemade socks.

[her] hair is wavy and messy.

[ There are two sketches of Toddy's head, one facing forward, smiling and one in profile view. There are also two tiny doodles of Toddy's eye, one drawn correctly and one drawn incorrectly as a guide.]

OTHER SCRAPS OF LORE:

Had to dig self out of soil, was partially buried. [ Image of Toddy, disheveled and covered in mud, crawling out of a pile of dirt and rubble, grass everywhere.]

Woke up in a flower field. Ancient civilization is no more. The last golurk watched over Toddy as they slept in the soil. [ Image of Toddy and Golurk looking over a valley covered in white tulips, the flowers going even over the silhouettes of the mountains on each side.

Realizes death cannot reach them through neither age nor injury. [ Image of an injured Toddy leaning against a rock, bloody and holding their wounds tightly. the silhouette of Golurk can be seen behind them.]

Has a strange relationship with the earth and the dirt. It feels like home. [ Image of Toddy lying in the flowerfield again, but this time on top of the grass. His hair is splayed out under him, as he reaches his hand over his face. [There is also a sequence of small doodles of toddy's face, one with a headband and a confused expression, and then a smaller doodle of toddy with dog ears matching the location and shape of his bangs. The last doodle is a tinier sketch of a tiny dog with round glasses, supposedly Toddy once more.]

White Tulip: associated with purity and new beginnings. [ Sketch of a white tulip in full bloom.]

Golurk's Eventual Pokeball: [ Image of a typical hisuian pokeball, with a stone top and wooden base. There is a crack running through the top of the pokeball.]

Toddy knows many ways to bake bread + baked goods.

Laments the loss of her cook book, which was lost to the destruction of the city. (READ: I meant recipe book not cook book.) [ Image of a loaf of crusty bread, in the style of a sourdough loaf.]

Toddy's Glasses: doesn't actually need them to see anymore. She used to be near-sighted. [sketch of a pair of round glasses.]

[ there is a set of small sketches, each sketch depicting Toddy in a different outfit. The first is a baker's uniform, complete with a hat and an apron with a rag tucked into the back. The second is Toddy in a oversized t-shirt with a lemon on it, and a pair of boxers. The last is a concept for a younger Toddy, with longer hair tied into a braid, and a loose hanbok-style top. Her pants are loose as well, however they are cinched at the ankles, right above her sandals. She is still wearing her round glasses in all of the sketches.]

[The final sketch is a simplified version of Toddy's face, crinkled into a huge, happy grin. There is a grinning emoji sketched underneath it, and a small notation that says "grins" above it.]

#my art #my ocs #toddy #golurk #pokemon #pokemon oc #LIKE BARELY #but still #ok actually not barely but like #ekekekekekekekekekekkek.

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i2sunric · 8 months

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chaconne — s.ricky

wc: 1.5k

reader: afab! (no pronouns used)

warnings: MINORS DNI (explicit smut); riding, dry humping. f! oral, slightly subby ricky (though he's too prideful), unprotected sex, dom! ricky, sub! reader, ricky × reader, pet names (i am weak)

summary: whatever i suck at writing summaries, you and ricky are working on an assignment together when he gets hard at your mere sight so you decide to help him out... might make a part 2 who knows ;)

part 2 : movie star

you open the door of your apartment, showing ricky in front of you. you two had to do a pair assignment for your class, ricky had suggested to go to his house but you honestly had no intention stepping inside that rich ass maison, so there you were, welcoming him.

“hi.” he kindly greeted, leaving his shoes by the entrance as you gave him a pair of soft slippers that had a cat shape. he looked to you and raised an eyebrow

you noticed “what’s wrong?” you looked at him as if to dare him say anything bad about your dear slipped, he just chuckled “nothing, they’re cute.”

you nodded satisfied, walking to the kitchen table where you had prepared a notebook and a few pens. ricky looked around your house, it wasn’t big, probably his own room was even bigger, but he had to admit it looked pretty comfortable

“your apartment is small.” probably he didn’t mean anything bad with this statement, but you would lie if you said those words went to your pride “easier to clean.” you simply answered, sitting down at the table.

ricky followed your actions shortly after.

“i can do the presentation and you can do the research part, so we’ll finish this stupid assignment faster.” you roll your eyes, opening the book

“what’s so bad about the different types of cells and viruses?” he rhetorically asked, teasing

he earned a side eye from you “i was just kidding, don’t look at me like that.” his attitude had always been annoying and teasing, though his voice was so low and calm that you couldn’t help but feel butterflies every time he spoke to you.

maybe you were delusional, but it seemed as if his voice went lower and softer while talking to you, rather than when he was having a conversation with anyone else.

you two began to work for the assignment in complete silence, the only sound in the whole house was pages flipping.

however, you didn’t notice that ricky had stopped doing anything since a big five minutes, too occupied studying your body, rather than biology.

as soon as he raised his glance, he couldn’t help but notice your breasts which were visibler due to the white t-shirt and black bra combination you were wearing.

he noticed how your head would tilt to the side while you were concentrating, a string of hair behind your head to prevent it from bothering you.

his stomach dropped when he saw you bite into the pen, occasionally pinwheeling it while you were searching for a good template to use. he imagined you twirling his length inside your mouth…

“fuck.” he cursed under his breath, feeling his cock twitch inside his jeans.

you raised your glance to him and asked “you good?” as he seemed to be in pain

he looked at you, blinking a few times “oh, yeah yeah don’t worry.” ricky reassured, taking the pencil in his hand and highlighting a random phrase in the page that probably wasn’t even related to your homework

you nodded, gulping down the suspicious thought.

time passed by again and you were almost finished with your part, you gave a quick glance to ricky who seemed to still be in difficulty, thinking he needed help with the subject you got up from your chair and behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder

“do you need help?” oh yeah, he definitely needed help with his problem down there, but he was too shy to ask you.

surely you were friends, not close, but still friends, despite how much he wanted you to ride him, he still didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

however, he didn’t realise that staying silent at your question, you grew even more suspicious. you were standing beside him, hand on his shoulder and your chest near his face, he tried so hard not to look at it but failed, peaking at it at times.

you scoff, moving away from him “ricky.” as his back stiffed, you had a great view of the big bulge he had inside his pants.

you smirked, coughing a couple of times “poor boy, it must hurt a lot.” you said. he looked at you and then back at his hard length and nodded “it fucking hurts, would you mind helping me y/n?” his voice grew even lower than usual, sending shivers through your spine

you nod “can this help you?” you said, pulling his chair away from the table and sitting on his laps, tapping his length through the fabric of the pants, making him suppress a breathy moan

“can i kiss you?” he asked, securing your waist to make sure you wouldn’t lose balance and fall from his laps.

instead of wording an answer you pull him into a deep kiss, you tried to take the lead but it seemed impossible with ricky, he put his tongue inside your mouth, poking your own.

as you pulled away to catch some breath, a string of saliva fell down from both of your mouths. you stared at each other a few seconds before pulling in for another kiss, this time rougher and more passionate.

ricky slowly pulled away the hair tie that held them bound and tossed it somewhere, letting your hair fall over your shoulders.

his hand wandered under your shirt, finally touching your breasts that he yearned for the whole afternoon. he squeezed them, making circles around your nipples as they got hard and of an angry red.

gripped by passion, you began to pull his hair, which made him moan into your mouth. you smirked through the kiss and he squeezed your breasts a little too hard - probably feeling ashamed of the sound he just made - as revenge, you bit his lower lip

“ouch.” he pulled away, removing a hand from your waist to dry the blood “this kitten can bite.”

you started grinding on him, your core rubbed against his hard cock that seemed to be dripping pre-cum, wetting your already soaking shorts.

you moaned. you threw your head back which gave him free access to your neck skin where he left small bites and kisses, sending again shivers through your spine.

you were no virgin, but the way ricky touched you, held you and kissed you felt so different from any other guy you spent the night with.

“kitten, can you please please ride me i can’t wait anymore.” he pleaded, feeling like he could cum just by your dry humping.

you got up from his laps and removed your shorts and underwear, he looked at you with a bratty smile that was so hot you felt yet again butterflies.

his glance showed lust and pleasure, something that you could bring with so much facility it was weird.

he unzipped his jeans and removed his dick from his underwear which bounced on his stomach by how much hard it was.

“did you get this hard just by my humping? cute.” you commented as you sat on his laps again, he spanked your ass “you’re so good y/n, i swear.” his comment busted your ego.

you positioned his dick in front of your entrance and bounced on it, slowly at first to get used to him being inside you until you increased the speed.

he moaned softly in your ears as you rested your head on his shoulder, hair messily over your face and uneven breath.

he started moving his hips, thrusting inside of you so you didn’t have to do all the work, with a big and deep thrust he hit your right spot, earning an high pitched moan. he smirked, hitting that spot several times.

he tightly gripped on your waist and helped you move on him, you felt yourself be close, a tight knot formed inside your stomach “mh.. ricky! m’close.” you said, words weren’t exactly forming in your brain as he was fucking you so good

“cum for me kitten, show me you good you are.” his dirty talk combined with another deep thrust made you cum on his dick, legs snacking as ricky didn’t stop, he slowed down a little bit not to make you too much overstimulated but continued to thrust “i’m close too y/n, hang in there please.” he said, with all the strength you had left, you moved on his lap, helping him to cum which he shortly did after, right inside of you, with a low moan.

you both had heavy breaths. he was holding you like you were a treasure, he stoked your hair while he pleased you “god y/n, you’re so good, your pussy is so wet and got it feels as if it was made for my dick.” you chuckled, regaining your senses.

you got up from his shoulder and looked at him, all sweaty, he moved a string of hair away from your forehead and smiled “asking for help isn’t that bad after all.”

#zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #ricky smut #ricky x reader #zb1 #ok i have a thing for ricky using kitty as pet name #ricky hard thoughts

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ragingstillness · 1 month

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This whole plot line with Barnes trying to take down the BAU is so ridiculous. Like it’s so transparently executed and her reasoning is faulty at best.

Calling Spencer a loose canon? I mean yeah considering events in season 12, that’s fair, but she also calls Rossi a loose canon for *checks notes* publishing a book and spending time with his family. Damn if that is the standard for a loose canon everyone in the BAU would be pinwheeling around.

What happened in Roswell? Um, you mean when they successfully captured their unsub, outsmarted them, and managed to prevent anyone else being killed? Also, questioning the truthers in a place they felt comfortable? Great decision frankly, they would never go to a police station without being arrested and that would pretty much ensure they would never talk.

Stephen’s death? Hold up bitch are you seriously blaming Emily for getting hit by a semi? For real? And getting kidnapped and tortured after? She could not have been less in control of the events of that situation and ultimately managed to defeat Scratch once and for all while escaping with her life! Not to mention that when you’re an FBI agent I can’t imagine there’s a protocol for drawing a serial killer out of hiding in a safe way.

Deleting the recording? First of all, the Mexican cops can only claim that, they didn’t actually see Emily do it. Second of all, why would they tattle on her to Barnes, they seemed to come to an understanding with Emily. Third, if anyone looked even a little bit closely at Spencer’s case, it’d be extremely obvious he was being railroaded and the recording would only have made things worse. Literally every time they spoke to him he was super out of it, didn’t even remember events properly, and when questioned was still coming off of heroin and cocaine that he didn’t take voluntarily. And you can be pretty damn sure of that considering that he had crossed the border several times now and not brought drugs back, but also that they are not his drug of choice during his addiction that no one technically knows about.

I’m not just saying this because I like her but aside from Spencer breaking the law and Emily technically enabling it, I don’t see anything wrong with any of the decisions she made in the situations Barnes brings up. She’s so malicious for no reason. Isn’t there some sort of internal review process where Emily can directly complain about her to a higher-up and provide copious amounts of evidence that Barnes is clearly just out to get them. She’s practically as bad as that guard who kept threatening Spencer in prison.

Seeing her get curbstomped by the Senator and also the team going behind her back and having the opportunity to be angrier than I’ve seen most of them was funny, but the whole plot line is really annoying and makes me want to strangle her.

#cm #criminal minds

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dailyoverview · 2 years

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Large tracts of rainforest in Santa Cruz, Bolivia have undergone major deforestation since the 1980’s to make way for resettlement and agricultural projects. The pinwheel-patterned fields seen here follow the San Javier resettlement scheme, with each pinwheel containing a central community that includes a church, bar/café, school, and soccer field. The light-colored areas of the formations are primarily fields of soybeans, and the dark lines running through the fields are “windbreaks” that prevent the erosion of the area’s unusually fine soil.

-16.622791°, -62.910703°

Source imagery: Google Timelapse / Planet

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irambletoomuch · 3 months

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MUST READS

These are fanfiction that I feel like are must reads. Separated by Fandom. Enjoy!

MCU

🐐Death Before Inaction is literally one of the best Peter Parker fics I've ever read, if you want skewed dynamics, no slash, an OP Peter, and really good story telling this is for you.

The Anomaly is an amazing Into the Spiderverse fic that really goes into Miles character and how giving up; doing everything in your power to prevent something and then it happens anyways, can destroy you and change your perspective. And on the other side how choices can make you regret them.

Bound by a Promise to the Moon is an Avengers work that is focused on characters and relationships between people who have drifted apart. It is IronStrange but nothing in your face for the most part 💀 you can skip those parts if you don't like it😁. It really is worth the read though.

Crossovers

Gaming Spider is a MCU fic that is Peter-centric but be warned because they dropped 8 chapters on the same day in 2022 and haven't updated since. It's so entertaining because Peter just has the Gamer Power (basically Litrpg elements) and grows increasingly stronger after every encounter, and the plot makes sense and isn't only based on the system.

All of the heroes and all of the men, couldn’t save Tommy from getting kidnapped again is such a bias rec on my part, I like crossovers that are done correctly and I was a mcyt and dsmp follower (not really watcher, I can't commit to anything) and this is a story changed by the characters, where the original plot is nothing but a memory to help character development. God I love character development.

BNHA

🐐Parallax is a BNHA fic that is SI and I KNOW BUT HERE ME OUT is basically like if Todoroki was haunted by a physics loving astronomer that made him feel more like someone else, but still kept a lot of what makes him, him. It's so good, like touched me so deeply that I have a hard time explaining it.

A Study In Deceit is a BNHA fic (I know) that is SO FUNNY, basically Bakugou is BBC's Sherlock, but has hid it for all his life, he does cases on the side and turns them in anonymously to the police. It's really good if you're looking for Todoroki and Bakugou friendship.

Foresight now this, this is crack. Want a BNHA fic that speeds through the story in ways that are so funny? Want someone doing something without a clue why? READ THIS. If you know the plot of BNHA it's sometimes easy to guess why he's doing what he's doing but the reactions of other characters is sooo good.

RONIN, ronin, ronin, ronin. This thing is the best ever, BNHA, op Midoriya but now you might be scrolling past, but... It's SO GOOD, BOHB_STEVENS IS A GENIUS this fic was made to practice fighting and ohhhhh did they get plently of practice. If you like fighting scenes that are descriptive, easy to understand, and EXHILARATING read this.

Magneto is an amazingly different BNHA SI fic, where really the story stays the same but I'm a simple person and slice of life interactions can be just as fun as fighting and complicated story telling (the storytelling is good btw) . I think I you want a little angst mixed with mostly good times and crack you should read this.

Pinwheel Eyes is a BNHA if Midoriya had a quirk. But once again the story is original they aren't afraid to make unpopular decisions to keep realism, and he has to win to keep people alive, not just have plot armor. I think if you want amazing fights and to be surprised over and over with how good this is you should read it

Crossovers

🐐A Massacre of One is a BNHA/Worm crossover that is something out of a dream for me. Super long, well written, fight scenes, character development, and well done implementation of other stories elements. With quirks it makes it easy, but still the reactions of others when they figured out what happened is AHHH and the way they make them go through the story is amazing too. Big props to the writer.

Si Vis Pacem is a BNHA/John Wick fic where John Wick (would it be SI?) is reincarnated into Midoriya, and it's pretty good, ngl it updates like 3 times a year so it's been a minute since I've read it, but I remember really liking it.

Be Careful What You Ask Your God is a BNHA and Chainsaw Man crossover where once again (I know I said it wasn't the norm) the characters are the story, here they took a different approach and didn't even focus on the main characters of BNHA and just how the mc's of chainsaw man would live in that world, but the LORE (matpat😭) is interesting.

Misc.

Harry Potter

Porcupine Quills & Potion Spills A Harry Potter (Snape-centric) work. This fic is pretty good, but it's not TOP top tier. The reason it's here is because I've been looking for another fic that has this same idea but none have done it this certain way and I really like the idea. Now it is on Hiatus but its only been a few months, so they'll probably be back (man I hope so).

Crossovers

A Wand for Skitter is a Harry Potter and Worm crossover (if you haven't read worm and appreciate modern sci-fi/eldritch original works you should read it) but the characters are amazing, nothing seems cheap and the ending, THE ENDING it was so good.

Stranger Things

I really didn't mean to hurt anyone is a Stranger Things story that had Steve as Seven. The choices with the way the story is going makes sense and again the characters are so well written. His powers are original and make the story even better and even gets him into some unsavory situations.

Worm

Crossovers

Kuroko's Basketball

Ball Is Life, But You Still Need To Pay Rent before anything, this work is on hiatus (it hasn't updated since 2022) it's a Kuroko's Basketball fic that is a SI but omg this si is not a John Doe he is so out of pocket I'm not gonna spoil it a lot but if you like the anime you should read this you'll have fun.

The Saga of Tanya the Evil

The Chronicles of Tanya the Fuehrer is another Tanya fic where it's after the war ends, the beginning is amazing, she does get a bit ooc in some parts but other than that the story itself is so entertaining and how they describe things and paint a picture is so beautiful.

Crossovers

A Young Girl's Guerrilla War is a Code Geass and The Saga of Tanya the Evil crossover. It's if Tanya died and was reincarnated again into code geass (another war so on brand) it's something special because it feels like an AU, which so many crossovers can't accomplish, they just follow the plot of the story with new characters without changing the world based on their characters actions. This story is Amazing and something that should become a norm within the trope.

Code Geass

Crossovers

MCYT/DSMP

Weapon Reforged is something everyone should experience even if they don't know the fandom (I'm not even gonna say it but don't be pushed off once you see it because the story is original and uses characters simple traits to build new ones off of) it's an amazing work of art that is near and dear to me in a big way, it hasnt updated since 2021 but you have to, HAVE TO read this.

Crossovers

Blue Lock

A Child's Dream is a Blue Lock fic that is the only reasonabley lengthed fic that isn't slash that I have found. Theres a lot of simping for Isagi but that's normal enough. The development is interesting and keeps you engaged and the interactions are funny and so out of left pocket most of the time.

Déjà Vu is a Blue Lock fic that is probably abandoned, but the idea and execution make up for it, it's also short so don't worry about slogging through 100,000 words then figuring out it's abandoned. It's kind of crack-like but more serious than you would expect.

Miraculous Ladybug

(pockets full of) Stones is a Miraculous Ladybug one shot that is somewhat tear inducing and very realistic. Want a AroAce Adrien Agreste? READ THIS

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #chainsaw man #blue lock #mcyt #technoblade #bnha #mcu #peter parker #harry potter #miraculous ladybug #fic rec #stranger things #parahumans #saga of tanya the evil #code geass

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found-family-tournament · 1 year

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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 28 Group 140

Propaganda and further images under the cut

Rusties: Rodney Copperbottom, Lugnut/Lug, Fender Pinwheeler, Piper Pinwheeler, Diesel Springer, Crank Casey (& Wonderbot, Aunt Fanny, Cappy)

Protectors of Spiral City: Abraham Slamkowski/Abraham Slam, Mark Markz/Barbalien, Gail Gibbons/Golden Gail, Madame Dragonfly, TLK-E WLK-E/Talky Walky, Colonel Randall Weird (& Joseph Weber/Black Hammer)

Submissions are still open!

Rusties:

Within the societal structure of Robot City, there exists a social class referred to as Outmodes. Outmodes are robots whose parts are no longer being manufactured and, due to their economic status, cannot afford to purchase the newer, upgraded ones on the market. The fate of all outmodes is to be sweeped up, smelted down, and repurposed, when their old, broken bodies eventually fall apart. The Rusties are a ragtag group of outmodes living out of a boarding house. With the assistance of Rodney’s inventive prowess, they begin repairing other outmodes themselves. The film culminates in them fighting/defeating the evil robots responsible for the despicable treatment of outmodes.

Protectors of Spiral City:

A group of superheroes that once defended the sprawling metropolis of Spiral City. By killing the Anti-God, a malevolent cosmic being that threatened to destroy all of existence, they unwittingly upset the cosmic balance between good and evil. In order to prevent the universe from correcting itself and resurrecting the Anti-God, Spiral City’s heroes were forced to permanently exile themselves to another dimension. They now reside on a farm within the town of Rockwood, a timeless pocket dimension of sorts, where they attempt to pass themselves off as a (rather dysfunctional) family.

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freerangeranger · 1 year

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Personal Profile: Honoria Sorrel

Age: 20

Ranger ID: 3624001232037

Rank: 4

Gender: Female (she/her)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Honoria is a graduate of the Almia Ranger School. She hails from Blackthorn City, Johto and currently works out of Castelia City, Unova.

Despite being relatively new to the force, Honoria has proven to be an outspoken member of her Base, for better or worse. She specializes in espionage although recently she has been diversifying with new additions to her team

Current Mission:

Previous Missions:

Case 4617 : Assisted the Nacrene City Museum in identifying the source of their broken Pottery; a unconventional Claydol which grew bored during the night when the museum was closed.

- Granted Rank Up to Rank 2

Case 5674: Honoria was assigned the task of investigating the increased presence of Team Plasma in the Unova region alongside the concerning claim that they had acquired Shadow Pokemon. This evolved into an investigation of Team Snagem; culminating in the Shadow Sky Incident and a raid on the Kanto Pokemon League.

- Granted Rank Up to Rank 4

Legal Case - Resolved: Honoria was not held liable for various misdemeanours, including endangering civilians, property damage, accepting stolen funds and sharing sensitive information with citizens. The Court found her involvement in the Shadow Sky case to be critical to positive outcome - although she is required to work with a higher ranking partner for the majority of her missions for a probationary period. The private cases were also dismissed, as evidence that Honoria's involvement could have prevented the events of Shadow Sky was inconclusive.

Events in that time: (#average man arc #lamp Q and A #ranger training arc)

Volunteer Work - Foster Island Lecture: Honoria attended the Foster Island Summer camp and gave lectures on various topics linked to the Ranger Union - both about alternative jobs offered as well as attending a panel of Rangers to answer questions from the crowd. (#foster island summer camp)

Case 9802: Honoria was tasked with investigating the sudden drop in Donphan populations within Paldea. She is partnered with @paldean-ranger-brandy for the investigation, both as backup and due to her probation requirements. Honey and Brandy faced off against the culprit, who was ejected from Paldea via Great Tusk Express (#a donphan never forgets)

Personal Time - Battle Subway: Honoria attempted to complete the Double Battle Line of the infamous Nimbasa Battle Subway. The challenge proved difficult for her - especially with her lack of battling experience. Despite multiple defeats at the hands of Emmet she is content with her growth. Maybe one day she will return and defeat him... but not today. (#train(ing) arc #train(ing) arc finale)

Case 6744: Honoria assisted Gym Leader Burgh in capturing and relocating wild Sandile from the interior of Castelia City after they were released out of the back of a pickup truck. The Sandile were released safely - although Honoria's gloves were not. Further investigation found that the culprit was selling Sandile as 'Dark types' for Halloween. Honoria battled and defeated Krookodile in Castelia city watehouses and assisted in arresting the perptrators. The Sandiles and Krookodile are to be released. (#sandile smugglin #sandile smugglin fini)

Current Team:

Lamp: Male Sizzlepede (Lv. 60)

Item - Shuca Berry (Charcoal)

Moveset:

Coil

Flame Wheel

Fire Lash

Lunge

Honoria's original longtime partner, Lamp is reliable partner for stealth and pacifist encounters, relying on Protect and Heat Wave to incapacitate opponents. He is rarely kept in his Pokeball. Trained in stealth and espionage, which served him well during Shadow Sky

Sully: Female Whirlipede (Lv. 47)

Item - Sitrus Berry (Everstone)

Moveset:

Poison Tail

Rollout

Screech

Venoshock

A addition after an encounter in Pinwheel Forest - Sully the Stupid Brave is an independent and proud Pokemon. She evolved in a battle during Shadow Sky and has grown fonder of her trainer and partners. However she maintains her stubborn streak - on a waitlist for Battle Training with the Rangers.

Soleil: Male Ariados (Lv. 45)

Item - Binding Band (Assault Vest w Custom Harness)

Moveset:

Sword Dance

Infestation

Shadow Sneak

Cross Poison

Soleil was adopted by Honey after he and his brother were liberated from a pokemon poucher. Soleil is a very sweet Pokemon with no ill will in his body. He is slowly being acclimatized to Ranger Training with hopes that he will be an excellent search and rescue 'mon. Situation with his harness is pending.

Biggie Smalls: Female Nidorina (Lv. 43)

Item - Yache Berry (Power Band)

Moveset:

Smack Down

Dig

Growl

Double Kick

The child of a local cryptid in Johto - Biggie Smalls is massive for her breed standard, and even in comparison to her sister. She is very easy going and friendly - which has lead to a few poisonings. Trained in the basics of crowd control and debris clearing, and her evolved form lets her begin to act on her training.

Prissy: Female Nidorina (Lv. 46)

Item - Payapa Berry (Quick Claw)

Moveset:

Double Kick

Bite

Fury Swipes

Toxic Spikes

The child of a local cryptid in Johto - Prissy lives up to her name in that despite her tough apperance she manages to be an absolute drama queen. Her hissy fits are often over minor things, such as stepping in water or her food being served after her sister's. Trained in the basics of crowd control and debris clearing, and her evolved form lets her begin to act on her training.

Princess Zelda: Female Fidough (Lv. 35)

Item - Kebia Berry (Exp. Share)

Moveset:

Bite

Baby-Doll Eyes

Baton Pass

Dazzling Gleam

The last and newest addition of Honey's team; Zelda is a hybrid pokemon from an accidental litter at Belamew's shelter. She helped Honey track down a poaching camp and is the cutest little Honey Cruller puppy on this side of the region. Stay tuned to see what she evolves into!

OOC: Hello all!

I'm 'Honey' for all intensive purposes. I am running an 18+ Pokemon blog for Funsies. (Minors Beware). There is a general unreality cw for this entire blog, as well as swearing and mention of death, depression, violence and other heavy topics.

I enjoy reading pokemon-run and AU blogs, but I prefer to interact with and 'human' run blogs and adhere to pokemon canon as a general rule. If you do not have a pokemon blog it is all good, but I won't be following you back or liking too many of your posts :)

- I love fakemon, personal regions and fake regional variants/paradox! I tend to assume tht anyone flaunting legendaries, hisuian pokemon or very rare pokemon are 'lying on the internet'

- Pokemon are born from both eggs and as live creatures, and this fluxuates wildly. I don't really have a prefererance one way or another.

I usually respond to posts in-character, but will add tags with OOC: specifying when I am speaking. Not too concerned with remaining in character.

Hope you all enjoy!

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#pokeblogging #introductory post #blog intro #irl pokemon #rl pokemon #cw violence #cw depression #cw death #ooc: all these content warnings makes me seem super violent >:[#Spotify #commission info

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syncopein3d · 22 days

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The Warm One 6: Spring Campaign

Part 5: Would You Say No

CW/tropes: living weapon, nonhuman caretaker, female whumpee, discussion of past noncon, intimate/nonsexual touch, servant caretaker, traumatic restraints, dry heaving

The snow melts sooner than it feels like it should. The army can march while it’s still on its way out, decaying in gray and listless drifts. So now they are on their way to Althaen. It would suit the Master’s consequence better for Aldo the Orc to ride, as he will ride himself, but the Orc he has given the Wrath of the King for her plaything and servant obviously can’t ride. What Orc can? And besides, only the war horses trained to wear armor are big enough, and definitely no one is sacrificing one of those.

Fortunately, while the scarring of an old arrow wound in his thigh prevents Aldo from running as fast as he could when he was a soldier, he can walk fast enough to keep up with the wagons. He doesn’t even seem to mind, trundling along with a knobbly walking stick that the Master insisted at least be polished and varnished.

The weapon can see him through the open curtains at the back of the ornate wagon where she rides. She is shaded from sun and wind, but the great sword and sickle on the crimson banner outside is there to let everyone know what is in this specific wagon. The whole thing is painted black. Gilt trim glitters in the late afternoon sun. The bars of the back door are gilt-plated, too. They’re thin enough that she thinks Aldo could probably bend them. They’re not really there to keep her in. They are there to remind everyone how valuable and dangerous is the work of the Sorcerers of the Kingdom of Man. The back curtains are velvet. There’s a solid panel that can slide across against the possibility of snow or arrows, but unless that happens, she is there to be seen as they travel, trying not to be sick as every movement jostles her. Her red traveling robes are a little less ornate than her daily clothes, plain velvet instead of beaded brocade. The backing of the fabric scratches her arms. The tulle of her shift scratches almost everywhere else. The pins in her pile of braids poke and prod with every jolt. The pile of cushions she’s sitting in don’t really help. They’re stiff and shiny with embroidery.

After hours of this, only the sturdy reinforcement of her corsetry keeps her upright. Her entire world is the branched scar that covers the front of her trunk. It throbs and almost seems to writhe. She has no clear idea of when the day will end. This is their fourth day of travel. Soon they will reach the border with the kingdom of Althaen.

The army stretches out all around them, ranks of Humans and Orcs and the occasional taller Gnome. There are a few officers that are Elf or Ifrit, all on horseback, resplendant in their acid-etched gold and black armor. The Orcs all have one mail shirt each, and a helmet that doesn’t cover their faces. Aldo doesn’t get any armor. He gets to walk, like a soldier, but go without protection, like a servant. The weapon knows the Master likes that, reminding her every moment how easily his gift can be taken away from her.

At last, after what seems like years, the wagon starts to turn, the army pinwheeling around it into a form more conducive to digging lavatories and setting up tents. The weapon crawls to the back of the wagon to hold onto the golden bars. Her golden bracers feel heavier than ever, sapping even that bit of her strength. Aldo comes closer, leaning on his staff.

“You’ll be out soon, Milady,” he said. “I’m going to help them set up.”

She nods, still struggling not to throw up. She watches the Orc lean his stick on the wheel of the maids’ wagon as he goes to help the other manservants. He is allowed to wear embroidered wool instead of velvet while they travel, and he is obviously more comfortable in it.

It takes a while to set up, but at last the red silk tent is finished, and the Master of Sorceries comes to ostentatiously unlock the cage bars and hand her out. She doesn’t know what art keeps him younger than her thirty-four years when he was a grown man at the time of her birth, but it must be something terrible. All magic is.

“We come to the Field of Thearn in two days,” he tells her. “The Althaenir await us there. They know we have never been defeated, but not how. Won’t you be excited to surprise them, little one?” She leans on his arm, but he is thinking of future glory, half-dragging her toward the tent.

“Yes, Master.” She struggles to keep sarcasm from her tone. He still has the ability to ruin her night. “I still hunger.” That tone doesn’t have to be faked. She knows what is coming, and hates it, and wants it so, so badly. Aldo, holding the tent flap for them, looks at her curiously. He’s never heard that note of trembling desperation in her voice.

“There’s my good girl.” He stops to look down at her, finger under her chin. She knows what he wants. He has wanted it since she was grown. He has never been stupid enough to do it. She looks back up at him with exhaustion and indifference, fighting to keep down disgust. If he kisses her she really will throw up, she thinks. But at last he drops her arm abruptly, leaving her swaying, and turns and strides from the tent.

“I pity whatever woman he’s keeping,” she tells Aldo, as the maids rise from the traveling trunks to come and get her out of her robes and take her jewels and hair comb. She hisses in agony as the shift peels away from the scar. Dried blood was holding one to the other, as it turns out. It forms a horrid branching shape like a tree tossed by the wind.

The maids grumble to each other about the laundry, but they’ve dealt with this before. They’ve brought more than one shift. They sponge her off as quickly as possible, ignoring her stifled noises. Aldo helps them get her into her thin woolen robe, leaving it loose, and then they hurry over to pack and wash and leave her with her Orc. It’s a big tent. There’s no cot. There’s an oilskin under a duvet, and there are the same type of stiff cushions piled on top of that. At the center of the tent below the smoke-hole there’s a brazier.

Aldo carries her over to the duvet and sets her in the vee of his legs, facing the fire. He already has the comb and brush and a little tin cup of water to dampen her thin hair.

“He’s never?” he asks. A heavy, warm hand cups the side of her head as he begins sorting the knots with the comb.

“No. I think he took one of the others, and she hurt him before she died,” the weapon says. “He limps a little when the weather changes. Even his art couldn’t fix him all the way.” Her voice is weak, listless. “So he wants to, but he won’t. Aldo, I – hk. Hkk.”

“Easy, Milady. I’ve got you.”

He holds a towel to her lips as she dry-heaves, but nothing comes up but spit tinged with blood. Afterward she leans against his chest and his big belly, head whirling. He strokes her back very carefully.

“Milady,” he says after a couple of minutes.

“Yes, Aldo.”

“I’ve made an ointment I used to use for scars, if you would like me to try it. I think it will help,” he says.

“It can’t do any harm,” she says.

Aldo’s fingers slather something that burns coldly across her shrunken breast and down her bony ribs. Somewhat to her surprise, it does help, soothing the deeper ache. It’s an intimate touch from any outside perspective. But where she knows what the Master wants, and is revolted by it, the weapon knows Aldo has no desire of that kind toward her. She thinks, as the tent starts to blur and fade, that it’s how she imagines a farrier would treat a horse. That’s a funny thought. She must have said something garbled about it, because Aldo chuckles, a bassy rumble against her ear.

She doesn’t have to ask him to hold her. He pulls her back to his belly and covers them with the velvet blanket, trapping heat inside. The duvet isn’t thick enough to keep the hard ground away, but she is warm. She used to be so cold on campaign. The weapon sighs.

“There we are,” Aldo says. Warm breath touches the back of her head. “That’s better.” She doesn’t hear the end of the second statement, already sinking into a heavy sleep. Tomorrow they’ll do it all again.

#living weapon #living weapon whump #lady whump #whumpblr #whump #syncopein3d future reference #nonhuman caretaker

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gearstationsubwaybossingo · 4 months

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Merry Christmas, Ingo!

I’ve done some snooping and heard you’d like to train an Orthworm and just luckily this girlie came to the Sanctuary…the person who found her in Pinwheel Forest mistook her for a bug type, so they dropped her off with us. She’s very young, only level one, we think someone must’ve been trying to hatch a shiny and just released her. I thought she’d be in good hands with you. ❤️ We’ve been calling her Bullet during her check ups, like a Bullet Train? But of course you’re free to change that.

Love,

Pecha ❤️ @bugsandberries

Here’s her paperwork with her information on it:

Nickname: Bullet

Species: Orthworm

OT: Unknown, wild (found in Pinwheel as invasive species, brought in to sanctuary mistaken for bug type)

Pokéball: tbd by adopter

Level: 1

Sex: female

Nature: Jolly

Ability: Earth Eater

Release notes

Medical condition: Healthy, no illnesses

Medications: N/A

Species specific requirements:

- Orthworms are used to dry, warm environments, so it is recommended to keep them out of cold temperatures and humidity. Their main source of food is iron from soil, but steel-type pokefood may be used instead.

- Orthworms may make holes and tunnels in couches and furniture because of their instinct to dig. A small tub or kiddie pool of dirt for enrichment can be a preventative to this.

BRAVO!!! Oh Pecha, she's perfect! I love her! Bullet is the perfect name!

I shall train her to be my one of my top battlers. She is in good hands with me!

@alllll-aboard EMMET! Look! A new addition to our family!

#general correspondence | ingo chat #Pecha #((I'm going to make a copy of this Orthworm on Violet and legit train them up to be my steel ace))

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rottendollface · 2 years

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Can you write something about childe giving an extreme tickle torture to it's reader (gender neutral if possible :3)

Happy violence.

Character: Childe Tartaglia | Ajax.

Warnings: NSFW, gender neutral reader, tickle torture, breath play, Childe in Delusional form, unethical usage of insects and medical pinwheel, bondage, electrical stimulation, humiliation, 18+.

A/N: It was a very interesting experience for me, I hope you will enjoy it!

You trembled when you heard voices behind the closed door of the interrogation room. You moved your hands and legs again, but they were tied tightly, chaining you to the table and severing all the ways to free yourself and run away. Your body was sore and cold from spending hours in one position; every time you tried to move, your numb limbs made a disgusting cracking sound. You were stripped down to underwear and couldn't even think what Fatui would do with you.

'There you are,' you almost jumped when you heard Childe Tartaglia's voice and saw his figure entering the room.

Your eyes rounded in panic as he went to the second table and placed on it things he brought with him. Childe turned back and looked at you carefully. Your bottom lip was trembling, big tears were stored in the corners of your eyes.

'Oh dear, why are you giving me such a poor look? I can only imagine what these bastards did to make that pretty face of yours so gloomy.' Childe chuckled to himself, 'But don't worry, I will teach you to smile.'

'I'll tell you everything! Please let me go!' You shrinked when he came to you and lightly touched your knee with his fingertips.

'We know everything already,' Childe spider-fingered all the areas up to your thigh. 'No reaction?' he noticed with disappointment, moving fingers higher to your torso. 'I'm here to have some fun, not to listen to a boring apologies and denunciations. Behave good, and maybe I will let you go without broken bones.'

Childe was tired of your scared face, so he tickled your neck, and you burst into laughter finally, squirming on the table. Tapping his fingers on your skin, he was following and repeating the route from your neck to your armpits and ribs, enjoying your loud, innocent laughter and your cheeks red and wet from hilarity and tears. Childe could see your tummy muscles tightening and relaxing uncontrollably; your rapid breath made you inhale more and more oxygen, but it wasn't enough, so your chest was rising often and at a quick pace. You tried to mumble for mercy, then shook your head, gasping for breath.

Suddenly, you felt the jolt of electricity hit you, stunning you and making you freeze. You opened your mouth to inhale, but your overstrained muscles didn't want to behave at your command, answering with pain and spasm. Panic rose inside your chest as a thick, sticky feeling of fear and filled your lungs, preventing you from taking a breath.

Childe was watching your attempts to calm down with a sadistic smile on his face, let himself intervene only when you were close to faint. He caressed your sole with his finger, jolting you with electricity again, but at this time, the charge was low and helped you to make a deep breath, then another one and another. Childe put a pinwheel on the sensitive skin of your right sole, rolling it gently, but adding pressure when he wanted to hear your laughter being interrupted by a painful shriek; your left sole was tickled by his fingers and such a striking difference made you laugh and writhe even more. You were twitching like you were sitting on the electricity chair, and when Childe had enough fun with pinwheel toy, he rolled it harshly over your sole, leaving a vivid red mark on it.

He didn't give you time for a break; his agile fingers quickly found the right spots on the back side of your knees, and you felt Electro storing on the fingertips of his before it discharged, piercing you like a thousands of quills. Childe's sadistic nature worshiped tears on your face, shortness of your rapid breath and uncontrollable convulsions; your wrists and ankles were red because of tight leather straps, all your muscles felt sore and tired; range of emotions on your face made Childe's smile wider, combination of resentment, confusion and anxiety in your eyes, and lighthearted hilarity in your tears – such a wonderful duality made Childe feel hard in his pants.

'We are moving to my favorite part,' Childe grinned, his deranged gaze was wondering on your body, searching for a part that didn't suffer from his actions. 'You have rather nice palms, so soft,' he ran his fingers on the inner part of your palms, enjoying the sensation of gentle skin against his – tough and calloused from battles and hard work. 'So smooth...'

His pupils were dilated abnormally, watchful gaze was savoring every emotion that showed on your face, every single drop of tear from your clumpy eyelashes.

'Does it hurt when you cry?' Childe moved his face closer to yours. His hot breathing on your irritated skin was replaced by his tongue as he was licking away salty trails of tears, causing a burning pain.

You ignored his questions, afraid that your words would make him angry. You tried to get over it, telling yourself that everything would end soon. It wasn't a good idea to believe in Fatui's promises, but you treasured the hope that Childe would keep his word.

You shut your eyes, banishing depressive thoughts, but your face slightly lengthened when you opened them and noticed Childe carrying a wooden box with holes for hands. He shook it before placing the box behind your head and putting your palms in it gently. Immediately, you felt dozens of hairy, tiny legs and bodies running on your palms, getting in between your fingers and climbing on them. You screamed, pleading for Childe to stop it, but he pressed his fingers on your ribs, interrupting your scream with hysterical laughter. Once more, you were breathless; you couldn't even use your voice anymore, showing only physical evidence of laughing. Childe shocked you a few times, calculating the safe moment of your cardiac cycle — he didn't want to explain to his superiors the reason of your sudden death. With the final shock, Childe took his hands off of you and released your palms out of the box. He didn't care to unbuckle the belts and turned off the lights in the room.

'I had a lot of fun today. See you tomorrow, plaything.'

#genshin x reader #genshin fic #childe x you #childe x gender neutral reader #genshin x you #genshin smut

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carlos-in-glasses · 1 year

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First Line Game Tag

Thank you so much for the tag @good-ways and @paperstorm You're such beautiful writers 🥰

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Afterglow of a Supernova

Carlos speeds into the cul-de-sac and pulls up in his unit before the ambulance arrives at the scene.

To him, the McMansion appears more characterful than the staid identikit houses that flank it, beautified with hanging baskets and a climbing rose. Borders of vibrant summer blooms surround a tranquil water feature in the center of the lawn. Ceramic flowerpots either side of the porch step are lively with rotating pastel pinwheels and miniature Lone Star flags that flutter in the warm breeze. A basketball hoop fixed above the garage door sparks a memory that Carlos tries to ignore, shrugging off the past like an invisible hand on his shoulder.

Man to Man

Carlos doesn’t know where he’s going. When he reaches the end of the long drive, he has three options: turn left towards the city of Austin, turn right onto a potholed dirt track and enter the deeper darkness, or turn around and go back home. He turns right.

On an overcast night like tonight, the dark is a serious, sucking thing, like a black hole on earth. He looks up at a fractal of moonlight – a small dusty shimmer far above. Meaningless. It’s no company. But he doesn’t want company. That’s the whole point. He wants to be alone in a way that he can control, and to achieve this he had to get out, run, self-create the distance that caused his parents’ calling voices to fade to nothing behind him. Does it feel good? No. But it doesn’t feel bad, either. And that’s new. Most days he feels bad about something – and this is the worst thing he’s done for a long time.

Chasers

“Hey.” TK reaches out, brushes his fingers against the earthy red cotton of Carlos’ jacket as he turns towards the door. Carlos stops, meeting TK’s look of adoration with his warm brown eyes. They stand as if suspended in each other’s gravity, glowing for each other like stars.

“Thank you.” TK whispers, meaning his gratitude soul-deep, slightly frustrated that the words don’t convey it enough. So, he follows with, “I love you,” – really wanting to press how he feels into Carlos, so Carlos may never forget and never doubt it – although these words seem insufficient also.

The Ruins of Wonderland

The storm lands north-east of Travis County, sparing Austin the predicted chaos that for several days the emergency services have been primed to contain, with the increasing adrenaline that rises from high alerts. Instead, the city experiences the mere edge of the blizzard – a soft snowfall that settles prettily on roofs and verges. There’s a few instances of vehicles sliding out of control on icy roads, but largely the salt spreading trucks have prevented disaster. That aside, people in inappropriate footwear, totally unused to freezing conditions, slip up and bang knees and wrists, which means an uptick in X-rays at St. David’s – but TK’s Paragon EMS crew hasn’t seen much action.

In Your Adorable Glasses

Before sunrise on Christmas Eve morning, Carlos jolts awake. His eyes adjust to the dark as he stretches beneath the warm white quilt and pats around for TK, finding him low down in the bed and curled up against him like a cat. He strokes through TK's hair delicately, and when TK doesn't move Carlos slips out from under the sheets.

Folded on the chair there’s a pair of green tartan pajama pants his mom bought him last Christmas. He pulls them on quickly for warmth, and from his dresser he chooses the fleecy brown sweater that TK loves because it makes him look like a grizzly bear.

Wrestling Angels

It happens less often these days, which is some mercy, but there are times – out of nowhere – when Gwyn's death floors TK. Invisible arms lift him high off the ground, turn him upside down and slam him onto his back. He is shocked, winded, his nerves crackle with pain. Still, the abruptness of this grief playing out in front of people is rare. It usually topples him at night, at home, when he can’t occupy his mind with work. He'll slink away like a wounded cat, re-emerging only when Carlos reminds him to have dinner.

Because of the intensity of the wedding build-up, Gwyn’s loss feels greater, more recent, and lately it spikes without warning.

A Naked House

“You know we can’t roll up naked to this thing,” Carlos says, pulling on a snug pair of smoky purple boxers and turning to the bedroom mirror to smooth his hair.

TK basks stark nude on the end of the bed and grins ruefully, like he’s been presented with a challenge he knows he’ll breeze.

Carlos stays expressionless, pretending to ignore him as he heads for the closet, but TK pounces and wraps his arms around him from behind. Carlos hums, settling into TK’s warm breath against his neck.

TK sticks his tongue out and licks his ear.

Carlos chuckles from the tickle but jerks his head. “Babe, stop – we have to focus.”

Teardrop on the Fire

Thursday February 24, 2022

The 5:30 a.m. alarm doesn’t stir TK. He remains deeply asleep and curled up in the fetal position when Carlos is ready to leave for his shift.

Another twenty seconds, Carlos grants himself, to look at TK in the cool blue dawn. He leans down and softly kisses TK’s cheek, his neck, his exposed shoulder. He leaves a handwritten note next to TK on his own pillow, and reluctantly backs away.

Bathtime and Black Magic

TK had been lying awake for an hour – maybe more at this point – wondering what was wrong and why the silent-treatment. It must have been a particularly traumatic shift. All he knew for certain was that this had never happened before, and tonight broke the stable pattern of all his nights with Carlos prior.

A Rainy Day in Austin

Carlos finished his coffee and cleared up their breakfast things while TK said his wistful goodbyes to Lou, the wild alligator lizard he’d bonded with (in the way only TK could) during a medical call where he helped extract him from a gaping leg wound.

Although setting Lou free had been TK's suggestion, Carlos was tight-chested with guilt, tense in his shoulders. Not to the extent of deciding Lou could stay, but still.

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#First line game tag #Tagged

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lvebug · 8 months

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andie's powers are helpful for a very many situations, but even they are not entirely snow-proof. one miscalculated step and andie's foot slides out from under her on the ice. she yelps and pinwheels, her perfect equilibrium just enough to prevent her from going ass over tea kettle, until

@heartsbreaking: link, sender links arms with receiver while walking. (from clary)

andie wraps her extra hand around clary's arm as well, clutching with both hands while she stabilizes herself.

"whew! thanks for the catch." with both feet she doesn't once again firstly under her andie still doesn't straighten out right away, instead pressing her head briefly against clary's shoulder in a silent thank you. her laugh, when it bubbles out, is slightly hysterical. "you're my hero! that was nearly a whole lot worse..." she adds bashfully. thank god for clary.

#heartsbreaking #AIN'T NOBODY IN THIS ROOM ALONE — threads

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bleachanimefan1 · 5 months

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Bleach Shadow Redux Part 3

The Gotei 13,

"So, tell me about the Squads. What are they about?" Akari asked as she walked with Ikkaku and Yumichika into the Seireitei as they took her to the meeting room. A few feet away, they walked past a woman with pale skin, short black hair with several strands sticking to her face and deep purplish-blueish eyes and a man with red hair shaped like a pineapple with tattoos on the side of his neck, who was busy talking to her not noticing the three of them as they left. The woman noticed Akari from a far, eyeing her curiously.

"Each 13 squad has something they specialize in and is led by a captain. One, command. They oversee the entire Seireitei and Soul Society. Two, Stealth. They control a special task force. Third, Intelligence and Information. Four, Medical. Five, Kido Corps. Six, Internal Affairs. Seven, maintain peace between the Seireitei and the Rukongai. Eight, Reinforcement. Nine, Counter Intelligence. They prevent information from being leaked out. Ten, plan operations and rescue. Eleven, where Ikkaku and I are in, we specialize in fighting. Twelve, Research and Development through technology. And last Thirteen specialize in Defense and protect the Seireitei. And with each division a soul reaper has a seat they are assigned to. The higher the seat the stronger they are." Yumichika explained to Akari.

"What are your seats?" She asked them.

"I'm a 3rd seat." Ikkaku smirked.

"And I'm 5th." Yumichika told her.

"You two must be really strong then." Akari said.

"Well, if you ever decided to come to Squad 11 maybe we can spar sometime! I've been itching to fight you." Ikkaku replied.

"Sounds great!" Akari smiled, stopping in front of a large big door. She could hear voices inside.

"Wait! You can't go in there! There's a meeting right now!-" Akari quickly kicked opened the door.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Akari's eyes widen when she heard an old man's voice shouting. She saw that there were other people in the room as well, wearing white haoris with numbers on the back, standing across from each other, numerically. However, there were three missing. 3, 5, and 9. From the end going straight down, Squad 13 was a tall man with very pale skin, dark green eyes, and long white hair. Squad 12 was a man from what she assumed it was, skeletal like in appearance, grinning smile, his entire body was covered in black and white paint ears were covered in yellow cones, golden eyes, wearing a white hat with two ends pointing to the right, a purple scarf. Squad 11, a taller, muscular man, a long face with high pronounced cheek bones, hairless brow ridges, short sleeved haori with ragged ends, and white bandages across his midsection, with spiky hair with bells tied at the ends, wore an eye patch on his right eye, and a scar on the left side of his face running straight down.

Squad 10 was a shorter younger man with short spiky white hair and icy blue eyes, his zanpakuto strapped to his back. Squad 8, a tall man with light skin, high cheek bones, grey eyes and long wavy brown hair in a ponytail with pinwheel hairpins, a long bang covering the left side of his face, wearing a straw hat and pink flowered lady's kimono draped over his shoulders, a thin beard. Squad 7 was a humanoid wolf with light brown fur. Squad 6 was a tall man with grey eyes, long black hair held up by a white hair piece, wearing a white silk scarf. Squad 4, a woman with dark blue eyes, long black hair tied in a braid in front of her body wearing a dark obi around her waist. Squad 2, a young woman with short black hair with two long strands wrapped in cloth and a gold ring at the end, wearing a sleeveless haori, dark arm bands and yellow obi. Akari's eyes fell on Squad 1, a bald old man with scars and deep wrinkles, long eyebrows, white beard reaching down to his waist.

Squad 11's captain green eyes eyed Akari curiously as she strode past him and the other captains, heading straight towards Yamamoto. Akari stopped in front of him and quickly knelt down to the floor, bowing to him.

"I'm sorry for reporting 1000 years late…father." Everyone in the room went dead silent in shock and so did Ikkaku and Yumichika.

"Old man Yamma, who is this?" Squad 8 captain asked him.

"You must be mistaken, child. I have no daughter. She died a long time ago."

"Try being trapped inside of a crystal." She corrected him. "It's thanks to these two that I'm now free. I may have gone through a few changes. It's really me, father. I'm back. And…not just me." Akari told him about the shadow hallows and have they had still survived after all these years.

"That's impossible. Shadow hallows were completely wiped out."

"If you don't mind me speaking, Head Captain Yamamoto. Not all of them. We fought one and had a tough time trying to kill it." Ikkaku spoke.

"Or maybe you two are slacking a bit." Akari head the gruff voice coming from The Squad 11 Captain. She quickly turned to him.

"No. They were right it was hard to kill, and they are. Don't underestimate them. Shadow hallows are extremely dangerous and I believe that they have infiltrated the soul society as we speak." Akari frowned. The man made a wide grin full of animosity.

"If you say they are dangerous as you say they are then maybe I can finally have a challenge. Been kind of boring around here, lately."

"You're a fool!" Akari shouted at him.

"Enough." Everyone heard Yamamoto snapped and everyone went quiet. "We'll deal with it later. Right now, we have other matters to deal with Hueco Mundo."

"Hueco Mundo?" Akari questioned.

"You may have noticed that there are some captains missing. They went rogue." The 13 Squad captain told her. Akari's eyes widen in surprise.

"How in the hell did that happen?" She said. Yamamoto and the captains from Squad 8 and 4 explained to her the situation. Several ryokas sneaked into the Soul Society to save someone called Rukia. And three captains named Sosuke Aizen, Gin Ichimaru, and Kaname Tosen stole something called the Hogyoku and ran off to Hueco Mundo. "Sounds like you have your hands full."

"It's been a long time since you've been gone. The squads have been formed and you need to be in one." Yamamoto spoke.

"Squad 11." Akari said.

"There are other-"

"I've made up my mind." Akari said firmly. Then a loud laugh boomed and Akari knew it was from the Squad 11 captain.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, little girl. But the only way to get into Squad 11 is to have a fight with me. And I don't let women join. Only I can say if your good enough to stay or not. You're better off in the healing squad."

Akari smiled. "So, you're saying I have to fight you and you'll let me in. Okay, sounds fun. It's been a while since I been able to move around. It'll be a nice warm up."

"You are going to regret those words."

"Not in here! Take it outside!" the squad 2 captain shouted at them.

#fanfiction #read more #Bleach #Bleach oc #The Gotei 13 #Kenpachi zaraki #ikkaku madarame #Yumichika

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mega-reaver-pan-90-2-16 · 2 years

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Fun and EVIL Tickle Methods.

Knotted Toe floss is way more evil than simple fuzzy string, because it’s rougher and more punishing on those ticklish toes

Pin wheel tipped finger socks. little wearable fingertips with pin wheels mounted at the tips. you though a single pinwheel was a murderous tickle toy that can be cruel and evil in how stimulates the nerves, well imagine several of them literally at the finger tips. That’s sure to have them screaming >:3

Brush Drill - OOOOOh this is a new fun idea. it’s like a drill but with brittles along the grooves. now stick that between the toes or even in the belly button~

Screw Me Tickle Driver XD So I took the idea for the drill and though what if we nerfed down to a regular screw driver and repurposed that with a head more suitable for tickling? Imagion some one pulling up a tool box saying they are going to fix you and pull out a weird looking screw driver and began to twist on your ticklish skin :3

Don’t move` Ok fun ideal boundage built not simply to hold but should the victim struggle the resisting causes a ticklish situation, like they have straps on their arms with some kind of brace with build in brushes and just moving causes the skin to rub against them?

Ink pens and Quills. hey it’s classic and it still works. that and the bottom end of a feather, they are alot rougher and meaner for tickles

non cutting Claw Blade wheel. made of a firm material that is firm enough to rake against the skin but not cut into .on an autmatic wheel it could turn and rake each raptor talon like claw into to skin to stimulate it~

fully strapping the lee down so they can barely move.

pinning them down while poking their belly button repeatedly 0.0; oh man I remember that one all to well ^^; but still >:3

The tickle chair where their feet are trapped in the arm rests and their heads are trapped at the feet.

Leave them trapped in the shower room, blind fold and gagged for anyone to torture...which could back fire. maybe don’t do that unless you have something to lock down below to prevent the R Word.... then again they may still put other stuff like the towle. May have to reconsider this one ^^;

Several lee’s tied down in a piono looking device with there feet locked stocked in the place of the keys and their toes tied down, and the player comes in with nail gloves to play~

Hooked Talon gloves. even more crule that shape nail gloves a hoktalon shape would serve well to realy dig into that sensitive skin~

suggestion?

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