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pezgenial · 4 months
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pokespefangirl · 5 months
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Hi! Fanfic request: corruptedshipping? It can be anything you want but must. Be. Fluff. >:]
"You like that book, Mr. Perfect?"
Whitley traces her hand around the ebony chair, drawing circles on the back of the man who simply ignores her, turning a page.
"I see that your attention is only reserved for the French girls on paper," Whitley teased, sitting down with her legs gently placing atop the wooden chair, as her hand reaches for the grim and busy figure next to her, obviously so preoccupied with that not so little book of his.
"You and your penchant of haunting me with that terrible nickname from my past needs to be studied, Detective," Blake retorts, his blaise response nevertheless accompanied by the slight smile that quirks ever so handsomely on the corners of his lips.
"What," Whitley answers forcing out her fake affront, clutching tightly the pendant that hung around her neck, "I can't even call you the nickname all those girls were calling you back then?"
"I can't do much if you're determined to irritate me," Blake answers finally closing his book looking at her, "but I wonder what would happen to you if I mentioned your dreaded past with the green-haired genocidal maniac you couldn't have prayed more to if he was God himself... I wonder if our past is really something you want to bring up."
Whitley shut up immediately, chest heaving as the thoughts of embarrassment flooded her cheeks.
"That was a different time," she answered gently and innocently, "you know I am nothing like that anymore, Inspector. I'm quite surprised you brought that up."
"You've improved, Mrs. Whitley," The police agent answered, eyes reflecting their light-hearted humor, "at least you're clever enough now to make it somewhat believable that you're the oh so innocent one, lamb fresh out of the oven."
"Lamb is not usually cooked in the oven," the ex-Team Plasma member answered playfully.
"But of course, you know that for a reason." Blake answered, turning fully to the brunette bun-haired female who was the latent cause of all his annoyance and some of his pain, "You've convinced yourself you're the lamb, when you're the one cooking it," he joked, the sarcasm successfully landing in Whitley's hand instead of flying by like it usually did.
At that, her heart softened.
"Does that mean you want to divorce me now?" Whitley asked with a caring and worried expression all too visible on her face.
For a second, there was a pause, as Blake looked at the book he had seemed to be reading so interestedly before Whitley had bothered him.
Only to realize, the book was in fact placed upside down.
"Some people like living with their ailments," he admitted begrudgingly.
Slipping the book under the table smoothly enough that it went perfectly undetected by his wife.
Or so he thought.
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lukarion-ven · 10 months
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hi, this is lukarion! i used to post pokespe, black butler, and bnha here, though i feel like nobody can recall now since it's been years haha. from now on, i will be posting my genshin and ocs, maybe pokespe rakufai, and other artworks from the last two years! it's nice to be back here on tumblr ʚ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎₊
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atvbs · 1 year
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ahve you done lacktwo for the ask game yet
sexuality: bi king
gender: any pronounds genderfluid
ship: rakueku, sunraku, souraku, rakufai
brotp: all the jrs, black and white sibling moments
notp: if i see anyone shipping him with colress i will annihilate them.
random headcanon: hes indonesian! also has heterochromia!
general opinion: ((from jisung)) ONE OF MY FAVES he is EVERYTHING and deserves more love than he gets!!
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belchyra · 3 years
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Going through corruptedshipping brainrot rn
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"Undercover in love", fanfiction written by @pokedex-holder-pink
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crystaleyesd · 4 years
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last bw2 chapter made me officially get on this ship
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artastiq · 6 years
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Art trade with @euiley! ;D
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sasspan · 7 years
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she's onto him...
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pksplacktwo · 7 years
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things i gotta redraw:
plasma!faitsu
pksp doodles in general
the thing with rakufai in the prince/ss clothes
me in general
aND RUBY !
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pokedex-holder-pink · 7 years
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Merry Christmas~
Specially dedicated to @pokespefangirl for her sweet reviews <3 Her fanfics and ideas are also a treasure. Please do check her work out ^_^
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nyenuma · 7 years
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axlorg89 said:
I think he gave her something astronomy related
yeah i went back and read their intro chapter and that’s what i think too!! i just wish we knew what it was....a telescope? binoculars?? a guidebook???
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pezgenial · 4 months
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Noooo Whi sal de ahí
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pokespefangirl · 5 months
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corruptedshipping
Whitley felt a bead of sweat crawling down her neck, at the metallic figures standing before her.
"What," Blake answered, folding his arms, "when I said we weren't training against simulations, did you expect it would be real people?"
"Yes... Sir."
"These robots are just as real as any humans out there," was Blake's apt reply, as he walked to the training field, "they will kill you just like any regular human being, if you get caught."
Whitley looked at him, somewhat nervous.
"I'd have preferred humans," she mumbled. "And risked dying on the actual battlefield?" Blake asked, looking at the robots, "Don't worry, I'm here if anything goes wrong."
Whitley nodded quickly.
And in only a few moments, the lights turned on.
And turned red. Whitley looked sternly at the robot, watching and waiting for every moment as they lit up, one by one.
The sirens followed.
"S class robots. Activated."
The robots started walking, their heavy feet landing on the ground, one by one, with immense thuds.
"Training level: Critical."
Whitley looked back at Blake for assurance, but was shocked to see him flinching a little bit.
Don't tell her...
"Is your leg injury still acting up? Inspector!"
"Remain calm, Whitley."
The metal hand swerving towards her was immediately met by her rifle head, as she shot a bullet straight through the head of the first robot, it landing a few feet away from her, smoking at the ends.
Whitley panted, looking at her gun as she thought critically about what to do next.
Her life was about to end.
What was the Inspector thinking?
She couldn't do this!
More and more robots started walking toward her, each seemingly more menacing than the other, pointing their metallic arms with holes for bullets, straight at her.
Oh no.
They raised their hands, aiming to fire-
She shot them one by one, but quite a few missed, while the rest were barely thrown off by the hitting bullets, only coming closer.
"We're going to die here."
A bullet whizzed past the officer, making her eyes widen-
Going blank in shock.
"I told you to remain calm, Detective."
Blake yelled at her, but Whitley was unable to hear anything except the ringing in her ears, hands fiddling with the gun in panic.
Why wasn't her gun working? What was she doing wrong?
Why were the robots not going down? No one would be able to help her. She wouldn't be able to do anything, at all, after she realised Blake was injured and couldn't help her.
Was she worth anything at all?
As it turned out, her expression went blank even when she met a robot face to face, stared at the glass bead eyes as it raised its hand, wrapping around her neck.
"Detective!"
The robot's head flew off, a bit of oil falling on her face that the dying robot had squeezed out, before falling flat on the ground.
Even with his injured leg, Blake had managed to run and take down the targets before it hit her.
But Whitley had just fallen still in shock.
Was it even worth it to work here?
She was just going to die anyway.
But the dying robot wasn't done.
Raising it's metallic hand that still had the hole for bullets to go through, it pointed at Whitley, quivering as the wires around it glistened.
"Whitley, get out of the way!"
But the officer sat still.
And if not for Blake getting her away from the shooting field-
The bullet hit flesh and blood, but it was only her hand they had hurt.
Whitley had almost died.
If not for the Inspector.
Now she knew what could the differences in their skill mean for her.
It meant life and death.
The time limit of the training session finally went off, and the lights came down, becoming yellow again.
"You're overthinking this," Blake whispered, tearing apart a piece cloth from the handkerchief and wrapping it around her bleeding hand, "all you had to was shoot them, or remain calm."
"I couldn't," Whitley answered frankly, "I couldn't remain calm when I learned you might not be able to help me."
"I'll always be able to help you," Blake answered, tightening the piece of cloth that stopped the blood flow.
"What if you die?"
"Then you go and find someone else to help you," Blake answered aptly, making the final knot. Whitley nodded, looking carefully at her hand.
It felt quite numb, but the compression of the wound was done almost expertly, as if by a nurse.
Where had the Inspector learned this?
"Well, that's it, then."
Her Superior stood up, holding his arm out for the younger Detective to support, "We need to go back."
Whitley nodded, pulling herself up from the ground with the help of her supervisor. Both literally and figuratively, she supposed.
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lukarion-ven · 6 years
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quick doodle of my bab ;<; (btw that’s rakutsu’s hand hihi)
I need inspiratiooon gruuuuu
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crystaleyesd · 6 years
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i dont know what goes through my mind most of the time tbh
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pezgenial · 4 months
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a familiar extra
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