#aaaaa these were fun thank you!! ^_^

[shanicetjn]

Enygos & Gabriel

Commission for palita on BlueSky of their OCs - Enyo and Gabriel.

Check out my progress below.

Completed - 19 June 2024

[return-of-the-queen-au]

I find your version of the prince so tragic, maybe even a bit more so than other versions ive seen

Because while he was flawed when he was alive, he wasnt evil. He wasnt even bad. He hated his flaws and what made him so strange, and he wanted to be "normal," wanted to be good

And after death, the fact he convinces himself he was always rotten, always evil is especially sad, because its not true. Its really just another lie hes being told, with no one to correct him

You get ittttt!!!!

me when I get told I'm a freak my entire life so I get convinced that I am, and now nobody can say otherwise because I did, in fact, become a freak

[z3vie]

( @nyankomusume ) — to find the flower that best suits the other seems to be taking longer than expected. one flower has already begun to wilt, while another has a petal that looks to be just a bit lopsided. the pile of ‘almost perfect’ flowers grows, ophelia and elysia coming just a bit closer to finding the most beautiful one to gift the other. though, with the way the sun has begun to set — casting a gentle glow on each of their faces…. perhaps the two could call it a day and settle for flower crowns instead.

[sonata-in-ink]

Hello, hello! Pistol, spear, and bow and arrow, please! 😁

Why, hello and thank you!

Pistol: which character has your favorite introduction?

Hands down, Theo from a currently untitled WIP. At the time of his introduction (which is also the introduction of the story), he's cold, he's mightily confused by what's happening, and golly, he just realized he hasn't even ate breakfast today. Definitely not a good time to find yourself mixed up in some odd business with fae creatures! It's been incredibly fun to write.

spear: what is at the heart of the story? Hmm, in general or mine? I would say for in general, the answer varies depending on the one who writes it. For the one I'm working on mentioned above, it's extremely undeveloped so I've got an inkling of the underlying message(s) my brain is trying to go with it, but i'm not sure it's entirely coherent yet.

bow and arrow: which of your settings would you most like to visit?

Oh, the little town I created in Thistledown for sure! And if someone offered me the chance for a short visit to Bree's Hollow in Torches They Carry, I'd take it.

[vonlipvig]

8 & 31 for the movie ask

thank youu!

8) what movie are you looking forward to coming out the most?

LATE NIGHT WITH THE DEVIL aaaaa i've been looking forward to this one ever since amanda the jedi mentioned seeing it in one of the film festivals last year, i'm so glad it's coming out soon! (well, no idea for my country, but SOON).

it's found footage horror about a late night talk show in the 70s, i KNOW it's gonna bang!

31) a movie your parents showed you?

ooh, there are plenty of movies they showed me, but some i don't really remember. a lot of old italian comedies, also the party (1968) with peter sellers, def one they sat me down for (even though i don't remember it oops). i'd also say the bourne movies, because dad is physically incapable of switching the channel is he catches one of them (i still have to like, fully watch them myself).

one i could say is the sting, with paul newman and robert redford! it's not that they showed it to me, i already knew it, but they mentioned it to me when i said i thought robert redford was really hot, and they wanted me to watch it with them, so we did! and of course, absolute CINEMA.

movie ask here.

[airborneice]

can we talk about how @the-hilda-librarians-wife is just out here writing poetry in the tags like it’s no big deal

@sketchbookweek Day 3 - Sun & Moon / Family

you know I had to bring up my sketchbook kid Mattie for this one. in my mind this is like…impromptu midnight storytime bc someone woke up the entire household and now she’s almost settled no one wants to get up or go back to bed

(Kaisa has become a little more comfortable with openly doing magic by this point, partly because of reconnecting with Tildy in season 2 and partly because no matter how shoddy her spells come out, they never fail to entertain her kids, especially her youngest. Kaisa does the best stories in this house. no child can resist magic floating pictures)

[azialways]

Wrong Hit

in which the Butcher chose the wrong animal to slaughter.

cw: mentions of future sex, sexual ideas, attempted murder, suggestive dialogue, cigarettes

It was another dull day for Ronin, not much drama on the server, nor in life. Work was mid, he did get to fix this cool looking motorcycle though. Besides that, a whole lot of nothing happened. Good news, it was slash season…meaning he could go kill as much as he pleased. He got on the server, asking the people what their thoughts were.

<goreboy>

yo Guys

feeling bored. should I go Kill someone?

find some unsuspecting passerby?

<hitmeuppp>

for SURE!

i mean find someone who seems boring or something

don’t go killing a baddie or somethin

or do, if they look snobby, i fucking hate snobby people

they’re always so annoying and uptight, that’s why people pay me to kill em

aaaaa i’m ranting again

<V>

I think it is inappropriate.

Do not go killing random strangers unless they have done wrong.

<hitmeuppp>

V SIGHTING! I REPEAT! V SIGHTING

<goreboy>

i think ill Agree with Misaki on this One.

i’ll send Pics

He then shuts off his PC and finds his killing clothes, which were to nobody’s surprise, on his dresser. He used them way too frequently this time of year, but luckily he had actually cleaned them. He threw them on, his favorite killing hoodie as well, then his gloves. Obviously couldn’t forget those, what type of serial killer would he be if he left evidence? Well, a fried one. He didn’t like the idea of the electric chair, because that meant getting caught and having no fun killing around, and instead spending time in a metal and stone cage. He then grabbed his crowbar, putting it in his instrument case He then grabbed his smaller knife, sheathing it then shoving it in his pocket. He double checked his beanie, then put the hood up. Last thing he needed was to leave any hair behind. But damn, he looked good to go. And hot. Maybe he’d go pick some girl up who thought he was hot, or maybe just drag someone into Purgatory, he’d figure it out. But first, he had to get out of the house, so he fed his pets, then walked out. At first, he strolled about, finding his way to the side entrance that led to Purgatory, maybe he’d light a cigarette and see if anyone joined him. That sounds good, dragging an innocent smoker trying to ease themselves in the alley.

He eventually stood there, putting his crowbar case down and took a pack out of his pocket, and then his lighter. He lit the cigarette, taking a long drag before tapping some of the ash onto the floor. He stood there alone for a while, leaving him to ponder his murder. He was thinking: wait til someone comes into the alley, chat them up a bit, then hold 'em at knifepoint, play with them for a little, then kill. He was feeling mean tonight, he was too bored to play quick and easy, no, he wanted to draw it out. He wanted to cut their voice box and hear their feeble attempts at screaming, slowly ripping them open and apart, falling into his signature. And as if the universe heard him, a person stepped into the alleyway. They looked at him for a second, acknowledging his presence before taking a cigarette out and lighting it; well, trying. Their lighter didn’t seem to work, and he heard a gentle “fuck.” It was the perfect opportunity.

“Wanna use mine?” He offered, holding it out to them.

“Could I? Sorry, mine died.” They muttered, lighting their cigarette with his lighter, and it lit. They inhaled, then exhaled. They then handed his lighter back, muttering a “thanks.”

“So. What’s a gorgeous individual like yourself doing in an alleyway smoking at 10pm on a Tuesday night?” He asked casually

“Got off my shift, needed a break. Was kinda a shitshow tonight.” They laughed softly, putting the cigarette to their lips.

“Where do you work?” Ronin asked nonchalantly, keeping the friendly appearance up.

“Vauhn’s on Orchard.” They responded, it was a club and restaurant nearby, and from the looks of the uniform, he’d guess the bartender.

“You look like a bartender.”

“You are correct. I legally poison people for a living.” They joked

He chuckled at that, the way they put it was unique. Ironic for the situation they were about to be in. He walked closer to them, bringing his cigarette to theirs before relighting. “They were going out, stupid rain.” He explained, but the pink on their cheeks showed he did exactly what he intended. He was ready to hit, he chatted, he charmed, now it was time to attack. They were charming, he’d admit. Maybe too much so, they had to die. Once they had their back turned, he snuck behind and wrapped his arm around their neck, holding the knife firm.

“Scream and you’re dead.” He warned, his tone much colder than before.

“Alright alright, chill bud. I don’t plan on screaming.” They raised their hands in surrender, a half laugh escaping from their lips.

“How many inches is that?”

Ronin choked on air as he heard the words escaping their lips, sure the friction got him a little hard, but not nearly enough to warrant the question.

“Excuse me?”

“The knife genius, not your dick.”

“Oh, shit uh.”

“7?” They guessed, and right they were.

“Yeah, how’d you know.” He asked, a little confused on how they guessed it so easily.

“I got one myself…right here.” They spun, shoving him against the wall with the knife to his throat. They pressed hard, not gentle at all, he winced slightly.

“Try anything funny and i’ll slice your goddamn head off.”

“Damn, alright, you got me, sweetheart.” He teased, putting the knife away.

“Who are you?” They asked.

“The devil, baby.” He responded, chuckling slightly. Then, he shut up as they pressed harder.

“You don’t know who I am, or what i’ve done. You made the wrong pick to hit out on, bud.”

“Yeah, who are you then?”

“Y'know that killer whose been on the rise?”

“Nah, no way.”

“And you’re The Butcher, huh? Crowbar case, lurking in Purgatory?”

“Only I call it that. How do you know that?”

“Misaki. I'm sure you know ‘em.” They responded.

“Fuck. Damnit Misaki.”

“Don’t worry baby, i’m not gonna kill you…you’re too pretty and important to die.” They cooed, and he hated it.

“Don’t baby me. And if you aren’t gonna kill me, get off.” He growled angrily, this brat was starting to get on his nerves.

“Or what, Ronin?” They sneered.

“Misaki told you my name too, huh? Who are you?”

“Y/N. And i’ll get off, but from the way your body is reacting, it seems you don’t want me to. I can see your hand reaching out to touch me.” Fuck, they were observant, maybe too observant.

“Fuck off, just because you give me a bit of a boner doesn’t mean shit.” He grumbled embarrassedly.

“Mhm, sure. I see they way you looked at me back there…you wanted to eat me alive.” They ran their finger up his chest.

“Flirting with the devil…it’s like you wanna end up in hell.” He scowled.

“I’m ending up there either way, why not have fun before I do?”

“just shut up before I do something stupid.” He responded, grabbing their shirt and pulling them closer. His eyes dropped to their lips…fuck they looked so pretty and plump…he could ruin them with his teeth. Their neck too, another thing he could ruin. He could ruin them and their entire being then build it up from fucking scratch. He wanted to, they were hot, feisty, not afraid…he liked that.

“Like what? You gonna kill me? or are you going to kiss me?” They sneered, their hand on his jaw.

“Little bit of A, little bit of B…I could fucking ruin you.” He caved.

“Why don’t you, hm? You're scared?”

“Oh you little…” He pulled them in for a kiss, pushing them against the wall. It was messy and needy, deep and full of desire. He bit their lip, licking up the blood and swallowing their moans. He didn’t know how much he needed this til he had it, and now he never wanted to be without it. Without this annoying, but so attractive individual. His mind raced with the filthiest thoughts that just made him as hard as his back alley dick could be, it made him moan softly into the kiss, and when they realized, they grinded into him until he wanted to just cum in his pants like a teenager. The things this person did to him were wrong, so so wrong and so stupid, he wasn’t one for love or sex, no he was just a mechanic and a killing machine by night, not some sexy loverboy. But for them, he might just be. Or maybe just a one time stand, or a frequent hookup, he’d never know unless he let himself indulge in this fantasy just once. Truth is, they were as crazy as he was, who knew how they were in bed? Only one way to find out.

[writhyv]

⋆｡°✩ jake pulls you into a kissing booth

would you kiss me? | sim jaehyun x male!reader

pairing: jake x male!reader genre: fluff words: 1.8k notes: my first jake fic! honestly wanted to write about him for a long time because he's one of the first guys i saw from enha ... he just has that hot popular kid vibe ... i HAD to make this ... AAAAA ALSO SHOUOUT TO @kaiyunsim! THIS ONE'S FOR YA BRUH

Your days at school began like any other student's. Each day was a repetitive cycle of subjects you had to endure until the semester ended. You had memorized these lessons long ago, yet still found yourself sitting in class, trying to absorb the material. It was exhausting, but deep down, you loved the thrill of academics. School was a place of peace for you, a welcome escape from home, which felt far away. It was a place you cherished, filled with the laughter of friends and the buzz of youthful dreams.

However, if you could choose to be anywhere else, it certainly wouldn't be your school, especially not during the school's founding celebration fair. To make matters worse, your friend had signed you up to help out at your class's assigned booth — the kissing booth.

You rested your head against your hand, manning the busy booth with an aloof gaze. It wasn't that you disliked helping; it was just that you hadn’t volunteered for this. You watched the chaos unfold around you, the energy of the fair buzzing like a live wire. Everywhere you looked, students were laughing, playing games, and enjoying the festivities. But here you were, stationed at the kissing booth, a reluctant participant in this social spectacle.

"Thanks again for helping out!" a classmate chimed in, trying to lift your spirits. His bright smile was infectious, but you only managed a half-hearted nod.

"Ugh... it’s not like I had a choice. Joey signed me up before I could protest," you replied, rolling your eyes.

"Joey did? She's a riot!" your classmate laughed nervously, glancing at you. Your glare silenced him. "Oh! I mean... she's just so... um, enthusiastic, right?"

"It’s for fun!" Joey interjected, crashing into the conversation, her energy palpable. The other student bolted away as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Aren't you allowed to have fun, Mr. President?" Joey turned her gaze to you as she held her hands onto your shoulders.

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. Making friends in high school was challenging enough, but when people clung to you like they were your lifeline, things got complicated. Joey had always stuck to you like glue. As you grew to tolerate her presence, she introduced you to 'normal high school things'—experiences you had only read about in books or seen in movies. You felt like you could only refuse her so many times before she'd throw a tantrum.

"Again, it's ACTING president. I've only been called that since the new semester started, okay?" you corrected her, a hint of frustration creeping into your voice.

"Yeah, right. You'll definitely win again if you ever run. It’s your calling!" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"That’s why I can't be here," you said, standing up, feeling the weight of tiredness settling on your shoulders.

Joey grabbed your arm, pulling you back down. You knew this would happen, but it never hurt to try and escape, right?

"Hey! Not again!" she sighed, exasperated. "You've only been here for two hours! I promised you food, right? Just help out at the booth."

You shot her a glare but couldn't keep the corners of your mouth from twitching upward. "Fine, but I can’t promise I won’t try to escape again. It’s exhausting watching people come in and out of this booth."

Joey looked where you pointed, a smirk growing on her face. "Why? Curious about what happens there?"

You shot her an incredulous look, but she only saw the red flush creeping across your cheeks.

"What?" she defended, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ding ding ding?"

"No one’s interested!" you exclaimed, covering your face in embarrassment. Joey just laughed, the sound ringing like music in the chaos around you.

"Sure! It isn’t a big deal. Not at all~" she sang, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit of warmth at her playful attitude.

As you chatted with Joey, a commotion erupted nearby, followed by a wave of cheers.

"Aahh! It's the soccer team!"

"The boys! The boys!"

The crowd erupted as the campus soccer team made their entrance, radiating an undeniable charm. With their impressive recent state champion title win for the nth time, and their unrealistic and striking looks, they were the stars of the event. You could see the excitement in the air, students gushing over their favorite players, the thrill of being close to someone so admired.

One of them, clearly the leader, locked eyes with you and bit his lip. "Hey~" he called out, confidence radiating like a warm sun on a cold day, having brushed his hair back, a gesture that seemed to send the crowd into a frenzy.

You blinked, looking to your side. "Uh... who are you talking to?" You felt your heart race, unsure if he was really addressing you. "Me?"

The guy grinned, stepping closer, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. "Oh definitely. You're really adorable up close, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, convinced this must be one of those pranks online. But he didn’t back down; instead, he moved closer to your ticket table, his presence both thrilling and intimidating.

"Ahem ... To purchase a ticket for the booth, please ensure you have your partner with you. All pairs come first," you stated, reading the fine print from the paper in your hands, trying to maintain your composure.

"Good then." He flashed you his ID. "Jake Sim."

"Jake Sim," you repeated, scribbling his name down. "Who would you be taking to the kissing booth?"

You looked behind him as his members stood still. "One of them?" You snickered.

"Kissing booth?" Jake's eyes widened in surprise, who seemingly haven't heard you talk for that second. "This isn't just a regular dating booth?"

You sighed, feeling an exasperated laugh bubble up. Of course, it isn't. The dating booth idea was scrapped due to budget constraints, leaving this more intimate alternative. There wasn't anything you can do at that point, even though you were the council's ACTING president.

"Yes."

"Shoot..." Jake checked his breath, a sudden look of concern washing over his face. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his sudden panic.

You laughed lightly. "Mint?"

He shot you a look, as if to say don’t look at me right now.

"Huh? I'm good!" he declared, spraying some fresh mist into his mouth. "See? Nothing happened." he smirked, spreading his arms wide, clearly trying to charm you.

"I still can't give you a ticket," you replied firmly, crossing your arms.

"Why?" he pressed, a playful challenge in his eyes.

"You have no partner—"

"I can take you with me, can't I?" he cut in, blunt and straightforward, his eagerness palpable.

It felt as if time had frozen. He looked at you with eager anticipation, and you could only respond with confusion, your heart fluttering unexpectedly.

"Me?" you stammered, flustered. "You can't possibly think of me as—"

Suddenly, you heard a whirlwind of chaos behind you, like a storm brewing in your booth.

"Two dollars, and he's yours!" Joey shouted, tossing you toward Jake with a mischievous grin.

"That's more like it!" Jake said, handing over the bills to Joey and waving goodbye as he led you toward the booth.

"Thank you for the donation!" Joey called after you, her voice fading as you felt your heart racing faster than ever.

"Two dollars?!" you exclaimed, shooting a death glare at Joey, who simply smiled and waved goodbye, leaving you feeling wronged yet slightly amused.

"Trust me! You’re worth more than that!" she whispered dramatically, retreating into the crowd.

You felt your blood boil at the suddenness of it all, yet something else stopped you in your tracks. It was as if time had paused again, leaving only the two of you in this moment filled with tension and unspoken words.

"This is ridiculous," you mumbled, avoiding Jake's gaze. Beads of sweat trickled down your forehead, and you wiped them away with your hands, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up.

Jake laughed, drawing closer, his presence overwhelming and oddly comforting.

"What?" You looked at him.

"I'm just trying to understand why you don’t want me kissing you," he said with that playful grin that made your heart skip a beat. "I mean, everybody wants a piece of me."

So bold?! You rolled your eyes at his audacity. "What an airhead you are..."

Airhead? I thought people liked confident guys. Jake pondered, trying to maintain his charming facade.

"Heh. Am I an airhead?" he scoffed, a playful smirk on his face. "Isn’t it just because I know what I like?"

"Ugh." You mimicked your friend's signature sassy move. "Do NOT tell me that."

Am I already screwing this up? Jake’s mind raced, unable to keep up with his facade crumbling under the pressure.

"Can’t we just enjoy this moment between us, babe?" Jake said, leaning in and pressing his hands beside your head. Your eyes widened in shock, and you felt your heart hammering in your chest.

That's it, look flustered… please? Jake thought desperately, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his bravado.

You stared at him, disbelief washing over you. He was already making a move with something as cringeworthy as this? And calling you by such a boring pet name? You couldn't even imagine the other ridiculous things he might do. Maybe he would—

KISS YOU?! In a blink, his lips met yours, soft as a cloud brushing against your skin.

In that instant, something snapped within you. You tried to push him away, but he only deepened the kiss, and you felt something strange sliding between your mouths.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, trying to pull away.

"What—"

"A tongue?!" you gasped, staring at him, bewildered. Jake chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"What? I’m not doing anything," he smirked, knowing full well what he was doing.

"You snuck that devilish tip of your tongue into my mouth!" you accused, covering your face as heat rushed to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding your senses.

"Oh come on, you liked it," Jake teased, his confidence unwavering.

Did you? He wondered, feeling a mix of hope and doubt.

"That’s it! You had your time!" you declared, storming away, embarrassed and flustered. "Enjoy, then get lost!"

As you walked away, you shot one last glance over your shoulder, throwing out something Jake never thought he’d hear directed at him.

"Weirdo..." you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief, a mixture of confusion and exhilaration swirling inside you.

Jake stood there, feeling like a lost puppy searching for its owner. The thrill of the kiss lingered on his lips, but the sting of embarrassment washed over him.

Somewhere on campus, you could almost hear his loud screams of agony.

His friends rushed over, concern etched on their faces. "Hey, Jake!" a couple of teammates called, finding their captain lying on the ground, kicking his feet in shame.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Jake screamed again, all his efforts feeling wasted, his face buried in his hands as if he could hide from the world.

"Oh my god, he’s breaking down..." Joey remarked, stepping into the booth. She quickly closed the curtains, glancing at the curious onlookers, knowing too well the rumors that would fly around.

"Shh! People will get the wrong idea about our booth! This is NOT a screamo booth; the main stage is down by the garden pavilion."

Jake grabbed one of his larger teammates, his eyes wide with despair. "He looked at me like I was DIRTY!!!" he cried, trying to wipe away his tears, but failing miserably.

"Are you ... crying?!" Joey exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Yes, I’m crying!" Jake declared, wiping his face in a panic, his emotions spilling over.

"Captain, your image—"

"Who cares!" Jake slumped back down, defeated. "He probably thinks I’m a loser at this point... What gives?"

A heavy silence blanketed the booth, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

"It’s not like it’s the last chance you’ll ever get, you know cap?" one teammate said, trying to console him, though the words felt hollow in the air.

"But..." Jake murmured, his confidence wavering.

Another teammate stood up, raising his fist in determination. "You’re Jake Sim, our all-powerful soccer team captain! You can do anything!"

Jake slowly lifted his gaze, intrigued by their words, the fire within him beginning to reignite.

"And you can make up for it!" his teammates urged. "Then you’ll get that chance!"

He considered his situation. If he could somehow make up for what he did with you, it would earn him some serious brownie points, right? Maybe then he'd finally get the chance to ask you out.

"Okay!" Jake declared, standing tall and raising his fist triumphantly. "I’ll try better this time!"

"That’s the spirit, Captain Jake!" his teammates cheered, ending with a loud burst of laughter, their camaraderie lifting his spirits.

"Ugh... you guys are hopeless." Joey facepalmed, shaking her head in disbelief as she tried to suppress a smile. "Whatever... that’s not my business..."

As the fair continued around them, Jake felt a newfound determination swell within him. He couldn't let this moment define him; he had to make things right. With a deep breath, he plotted his next move, ready to win you over, one awkward attempt at a time.

I really wanted to make Jake someone who tries too hard to get someone's attention, only making himself a pitiful sack of potatoes by the end of the ordeal. DONT WORRY he should be able to get the guy right ...right?!

hope you guys enjoyed it! please like, comment, or reblog~

my masterlist!

made by writhyv.

[lelengerine]

woonhak(bnd)+ your eyes only(enha)

͙͘͡★ dear, my muse

song prompt. “you’re in charge of the photography exhibit, and i thought i was just another random student in the crowd—until i saw that i’m in more than half the photos.”

pairing. bff!woonhak x photography student!reader

tags. best friends to (sort of implied) lovers, hints of mutual pining and slow burn mixed with fluff, photography as a love language bc <3, gender neutral reader, think that’s it!

wc. 1.0k words

notes. aaaaa i’m really proud of this one >0< unagi is like a little baby to me so writing this was sm fun 🥺🩷 thank u sm for requesting anonie and i hope u like it mwah <3 likes, reblogs, and feedback are very much welcome!

꒰ m.list | event m.list ꒱

the gallery lights were dimmed just right—soft but intentional, casting golden glows against white walls where every photo sat neatly framed. you stood near the far end, fussing over a crooked label, when you heard it.

“hey… is that my good side or what?”

you froze in place because no one else would say something so unserious in the middle of an art exhibit, and definitely not in front of a photo they weren’t supposed to recognize.

you turned, and sure enough, kim woonhak, was standing in front of your favorite shot—head tilted, one hand on his chin like he was trying to interpret the meaning of some abstract piece of art when, in reality, the photo was a portrait of his face.

you still remember the day you took it. it was a candid you took during a club bonding trip to the beach. he was laughing in it, eyes half-closed, hands mid-gesture, teasing jaehyun over the way he stumbled into the waves that crashed along the shoreline. you had barely realized you’d taken it until weeks later, going through the gallery of your camera and finding him right in the center of everything—sun-kissed, loud, alive.

“woonhak,” you hissed with slight embarrassment in your tone, walking over quickly, clipboard tucked against your side. “what are you doing here?”

he turned to you with a smile that was too wide for comfort. “enjoying the art, obviously,” which was followed by a fake gasp, “wait—you’re the curator?”

you narrowed your eyes. “you knew that.”

“did i?” he gave a dramatic shrug. “i just followed the posters. they said there’d be free food and artistic enlightenment.”

“so, you just wanted the free macarons.”

“okay, but i stayed for the unauthorized woonhak retrospective,” he said, gesturing behind him. “seriously—this one? that one? that one, too? oh, and what do you know—me again?”

he moved down the line of prints, pausing at each photo you’d taken over the semester. some at school events. others in quieter moments—him walking ahead during the club outing, him sleeping on a bus with his cheek smushed into the window, him in the background of a class picture, his figure blurry from movement but he was unmistakably grinning.

you didn’t follow. 

you simply watched in place as he looked and observed each picture of himself. he eventually turned to you slowly, an eyebrow raised. “why didn’t you invite me personally? i thought we were best friends?”

you clutched your clipboard like it was your last line of defense. “you’re not supposed to be here. i- i wasn’t really expecting you.”

“kind of hard not to when i’m in, like, half the gallery,” he said, clearly amused. “is this some kind of soft-launch for your not-so-secret crush on me?”

you nearly choked on thin air. “what?”

“because i’m honored,” he continued, completely ignoring your mortification. “but also a bit concerned ‘cause that’s, like, a lot of me.”

“you just show up in everything!” you said, flustered as you try coming up with a lame excuse. “you’re always around so...”

he shrugged, like that was obvious. “yeah, because we hang out all the time.”

“exactly,” you added, trying to sound normal. “of course you’d be in the background.”

he grinned. “or the spotlight, apparently.” you groaned, turning to walk away, but he caught up easily—hands behind his back like he wasn’t casually dismantling your sense of composure.

“you know,” he said, glancing sideways at you, “you could’ve told me. i would’ve posed more. y’know, given you my whole emotional range.”

you scoffed. “i didn’t need all that. you’re dramatic enough without trying.”

he laughed, bumping your shoulder with his. “so you're saying your work is… capturing the truth of me? sounds like someone’s a little obsessed—”

you stopped and gave him a look. “do you want me to crop you out of all of them?”

he held up both hands in surrender. “okay, okay. i’ll behave. kinda flattering, though. having a whole wall that says someone sees you like that.”

you looked at him—really looked at him. teasing as always, but it's softer now. there was something about the way his voice dipped when he said that, like he truly meant it, like he saw you too.

there was a beat of silence as you reached the end of the gallery wall. someone across the room pointed at one of the group photos and smiled. woonhak’s eyes followed.

“you really like this, huh?”

you glanced at him, giving a questioning look that urged him to continue.

“this,” he repeated, nodding toward the gallery. “catching people when they don’t know they’re being seen.”

your grip on the clipboard eased a little. “yeah. it’s like… everyone forgets the small moments, but cameras don’t.”

he nodded, eyes drifting to another photo of himself—laughing, mid-motion, alive in a way that didn’t always show up when he was trying too hard.

“i forget i looked like that,” he murmured. “that happy.”

you nudged his arm. “you still look like that.”

he turned to you. “yeah, but only when you’re around.”

you blinked, mouth parting—caught between a smile and confusion.

“…are you serious?”

his grin came back—softer this time, but still him. “i mean… you’re kind of my favorite person. that’s a thing best friends can say, right?”

you looked away before your brain could spiral. “only if they say it less dramatically.”

he leaned in. “i’ll work on it. but for now…” he tapped the camera still hanging around your neck. “can i request an updated portrait? you know. to commemorate this historic moment of accidental fame.”

you rolled your eyes but lifted the camera anyway. “fine. one photo.”

“make it iconic,” he said, throwing a peace sign and angling his face like a mock model. “i need something to autograph later.”

you snorted. “you’re the worst.”

“and yet,” he said, eyes twinkling, “you still point that thing at me every time.”

click.

the shutter snapped, and for once, he was actually looking at the lens.

just like he always looked at you—loud, alive, and like you were the only thing in focus because maybe you weren’t the only one with a muse.

[filthygalli]

Graduation Party

One shot: Fem Robicheaux! Reader x DBF! Billy Rocks

LBH Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Warnings: Usage of Y/n but reader also get call “Little one”, “Sweetheart”, “Darling”, Mention of death (Readers dead mom), Other characters from TM7, Fingering, Dom! Billy, Teasing, Cum denial, Age gap but not mentioned, kissing, kind of brat reader, alcohol consumption, not proofread.

Word Count: 930

Author’s Note: Aaa this is my first Billy Rocks smut fiction!!! He’s so fun to write aaaa my little pookie wookie cowboy! Thank you anon for requesting this one aaaaa love you sm!!!

After 4 years of studying, you finally graduated. Your dad, Goodnight Robicheaux—decided to throw a little party for you, a celebration for your graduation. He invited your friends from school, your childhood friends, and some of his friends from work; Josh Faraday, Sam Chisholm, Jack Horne, and your Dad’s Best Friend—Billy Rocks.

Honestly to you they’re not just your dad’s colleagues or friends from work, you each call them your ‘Uncle’ after your mom died, They all helped your dad to raise you, each one of them helped you to go through anything, do you need help on your assignment? Your Uncle Faraday would help you without a doubt, Someone bullied you from school? Who bullied you? Your Uncle Chisholm will come to your school and scold whoever made you cry, Need help for your crafting project? Uncle Horne would stay up all night to help you, Oh, and your dad can’t pick you up from school? You Dad’s Best friend and your Uncle Billy will be one call away to come and pick you up, he will even buy you ice cream on the way home.

And now that you’re here, on the porch, standing on your childhood home, you’ll get to see them again.

You knocked on the door as you heard a familiar laugh from the inside, it was deep and soothing—it made you feel a familiar sensation on your stomach, the door swung open, and you see Billy, Billy Rocks, the man that made you crazy for so many years, he still looks handsome as always—it feels like he didn’t even aged!

You looked into each other’s eyes, lost in each other’s eyes, his hair—it's still the same; a messy man bun tied around a little hair pin that can be turn into a knife, his mustache still the same—it made him look so sexy and even more attractive.

He trails his eyes on you, how you changed a lot—how your hair grew a little longer, your skin that looks so soft, your dark brown eyes that never fails to give him a boner every time you look into him.

“Sweetheart, Y/n.” He muttered under his breath, “Uncle Billy!” You said happily as you hugged him tightly, “I missed you!” You cried out as you hugged him tightly, smelling his neck without notice—he smelled like fine leather and whiskey. “I miss you too, Little one.” He said hugging you tightly by the waist.

“Y/n?” You heard a familiar voice, “Oh, Baby, Y/n–!” It was your dad, who seemed a little drunk, you chuckled as Billy stepped aside—eyes never leaving yours. You run towards your father as he hugged you tightly, spinning your around like what he used to do when you were a kid. “I missed you so much dad!” Goodnight kissed you on the top of your head as some of your uncles came out to greet and congratulate you for your graduation.

By night time, your uncles were drunk, laughing and playing game downstairs as some of your friends said goodbyes and hugged each other out before leaving your house, you watched your dad and some of your uncles from the kitchen, seeing them all together again after years of being apart due to having their own lives, you missed each of them a lot, but the one you miss the most, Your Dad’s best friend, Billy Rocks.

Now, here you are, Billy’s on your mouth to muffle all your moans,

"I miss you as much as I miss this tight pussy wrapping around my fingers.” He muttered, As he shoved his fingers inside you, “You think you can all act cute and innocent around your dad? When you’ve been giving me those ‘fuck me’ eyes?” He asked, driving your hips against the countertop in the bathroom with his fingers 2 knuckles deep in your soaking pussy.

You wish to respond but, his hands were pressed to your mouth—muffling each moans and whimper that you make while he fucks you deep with his fingers, tears started ti prickle in the corner of your eyes as billy kissed your neck, sucking the exposed skin—making sure to leave marks. You can feel his growing erection through his pants as he grinds himself to you.

That’s why every touch and brush of your body against him earlier makes him turned on, every linger of his eyes on you were hot as burning fire, every chuckle and smile of yours makes him uncomfortable because of how hard he is inside his pants, he shifted his sit many times as you chuckled on his jokes a while ago.

As if you didn't know that laughing on some of his jokes and acting cute around him while you were downstairs at the celebration of your graduation wouldn't make him hard as a fucking rock. You knew exactly what you were doing, and now he's making sure you felt that embarrassment through every pump of his fingers deep inside your core.

"You gonna come on my fingers sweetheart? Come on, make me proud," he growls in your ear as you feel his thumb grazing on your aching clit.

"Mmph–!” you whine an affirmative through his hand, so close to gushing on his hand.

“Y/n? Darling?” Your dad called out for you.

"It's adorable that you think you can just cum like that, little one," he says teasingly, pulling his fingers from you just as you're about to come. "As much as i want to make a mess out of this pussy, i’m afraid your father is calling you.”

With that he let go of you as he opens the door and went out like nothing happened, while you sat there panting, soaked, and left without getting your orgasm.

Its going to be a long and painful night for you.

[cwwv9]

hey can u do bllk with the following prompt.

I think I read it somewhere, but basically kaiser and reader ordering pizza or take out and kaiser opening the door and the pizzap girl is like"damm can u give me ur number" reader hearing the commotion appears and the girl is like" wow, nevermind can u give me ur number gorgeous" then reader teasing kaiser later. U can do kaiser or any of the other boys

«Everything but your number»

— without gender!reader x michael kaiser

warning: slight hint of jealousy, hot water and a hot Kaiser, possible sudden portions of flirting and jokes, everyday fluff (many everyday details), does not contain explicit scenes, but Michael Kaiser, as always, does not know how to be modest

note: AAAAA MY FIRST REQUEST, I SCREAM!!! thank you very much for the request!!!!! I added a little booty from myself, but I hope you still like the result!

mailbox open for queries!!!!

It rained in the streets, as if it wanted to wash you off all day. The clothes clung to the body, the fingers trembled and the hair was heavy from the water when you knocked on the door. Michael opened, leaning lazily on a joint, and seeing you, his eyebrow bent with a contemptuous grin:

– Did you have a bath in the fountain? Or did you decide to play the dramatic character on the soundtrack?

– Can I just warm up and then you can make fun of me?

– Welcome to the five-star hotel of the Kaiser, he snorted, backing away, his shower to the right. Don’t forget to thank your savior.

You just popped something under your nose and hurried into the bathroom. Hot water was a real paradise after the ice storm outside. Meanwhile, while you were washing away your fatigue, Kaiser, wrapped up in his favorite robe with a thin waistband, opening the upper part of his body and always in search of the gastronomic ideal, ordered pizza.

Twenty minutes passed when the doorbell rang. Michael, as he was in the habit of taking his time, came up, opened the door with a single movement and stood before the messenger, who clearly did not expect that her shift would suddenly turn into a fanfic.

– Pizza in the name of... Kaiser? – she whispered, not taking her eye from his face.

– There was a light as always in everything. – He grinned, taking the box. But before closing the door, the girl lingered:

– Damn... can you give me your number?

Second. Another one. Michael squinted, obviously going to say something spiteful - and then you came out of the shower. In a huge towel around the body, hair still moist, curls stuck to the face, skin warm from the water, the body all relaxed - and just at that moment heard her voice:

– Wow... forget it. Can you give me YOUR number, pretty?

You blinked and then turned to Michael with a grin:

– Wow. Was that you ordering pizza or casting for the third in a relationship?

Kaiser rolled his eyes, taking the box and slamming the door in front of her.

– What a world, such and such standards, he rattled. – People lose their minds just looking at me. A little more - and she would have offered to stay the night.

You laughed, coming closer:

– Are you jealous?

– Me? PF. I’m above that. – He put the box on the table, but he still looked at you with his eyes gliding down your neck, his hair, as if only now to see what you looked like.

Pause.

– Although if someone else dares to stare at you like that... – he got closer, leaning towards your ear – they’d better book their ticket to hell right away. No return.

You laughed again, patting him on the shoulder:

– Okay, Kaiser. Relax. Pizza’s gonna get cold faster than you can make a drama.

– Never underestimate my ability for drama. – Michael sat down on the couch, undressing his robe and reaching for the remote. – But yes. You are more important now.

You joined, covering yourself in a warm blanket.

[r0-boat]

PLEASE UR MAID MC X THE KINGS FANFIC WERE SO GOOD☹️💜 like honestly, u are so good at writing when it comes to Whb like.. IT FUCKING HITS THE SPOT ARHAHSJBSS I LOVE HOW U WRITE THE MC, I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE THE KINGS ITS JUST SO AHHHHHH, UR FANFICS ABOUT THEM MAKES ME FEEL ALIVE (Even though the game is making me miserable because the lack of sources to get new cards.. I'm glad they doing an update to give us some improvement and love them for that.) still were talking about you, honestly ur whb fanfics makes me feel so giddy and happy it's so funny and have so much emotions, like girl.. u could work for them😛😉 so yes, I love u, let's get married and have children together👅🙈💜‼️

OH MY GOD THANK YOU LET'S MAKE OUT RIGHT NOW!!!

I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU SO MANY BACK THAT YOU'RE GOING TO BE THE ONE CARRYING THE KIDS.

I SWEAR TO GOD Y'ALL ARE LIKE SO FUN TO INTERACT WITH. THAT'S WHY I PUSH THE DISCORD AND TWITCH SO MUCH >:(

BECAUSE I MAINLY USE THIS TUMBLR FOR WRITING.

No for real though Joan! The real MVPs of what in hell is bad as the fandom. Keeping us alive and hydrated during droughts.

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AND EVERYONE WHO REBLOGS OR ANYONE I FORGOT I AM SO SORRY!

May your days be warm and sunny and your pillows be nice and cool Thank you for providing me with sustenance.

[sturniolohohoho]

I. LOVE. MY. MOOTS

this is a long overdue appreciation post for all my favourite people!! I'm genuinely so blessed that I'm on this platform with you guys, and It might seem like I'm making it way more deep than it is, but honestly everything here has made me so much happier!

I never thought this was a part of my life that I was missing so much before, but having an online community and friends is so amazing. Even though we're all here together to simp over these mid white boys and read/write fanfics to feed out delusions, it's way more than just that!

ANYWAYS HERE WE GO!!!

@mattsglassezx you were my first moot here, and I'm so glad you literally just came back to tumblr <33. Ur SO sweet and SO gorgeous and you have great fic ideas!

@vanteguccir LELE!! AAGHHHH UR THE BEST EVER!! You give so much good life advice and you're so put together as a person. You're genuinely the best and i love whenever you come online in the gc and always think my stupid ahh jokes are funny <33 You're also such a name sayer like you always address me by viv and it's so sweet

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Honourable mentions to my FAVOURITE and talented writers on this platform: @y3sterdaysproblem @evie-sturns @oopsiedaisydeer @strnilolover @chriscantwhisper

WOOF WOOF THAT'S IT!!! thank you everyone and i love you guys smm. i never thought writing fanfics would end me up with so many friends but YAYYY!

...so sleep over when?

also kinda sidenote but TYY for 350 followers!!

dividersss: @enchanthings

btw i'm sure i missed some close moots and i'm SO SO sorry if i did, just lmk and i'll add you (after killing myself of sadness bc i forgot u!)

[merakiui]

AAAAA ok so. You're one of my favorite authors here on Tumblr and slkssnlssksn I'm so nervous waaaa thanks for taking your time to brainrot with us <3 I'm in love with your writing and your delicious concepts and how you execute them oh god and when you write about stinky greasy incel Idia OK I'm gonna stop and actually order aaa

Can I please get assorted macaroons with a lacy lingerie along with a hint of sea salt caramels and a finishing touch of a pineapple parfait with Floyd and Jade, together? Something sweet and cute but with a lingering feeling of uneasiness <3 Hope it's well-ordered! Please and thank you very much!! 🥹

yandere!jade leech x (gender neutral) reader x yandere!floyd leech cw: yandere, unhealthy relationship/behaviors, drugging, implied captivity, brief mentions of implied nsfw, obsession note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴊᴀᴅᴇ ʟᴇᴇᴄʜ & ꜰʟᴏʏᴅ ʟᴇᴇᴄʜ

☆ Your “wedding” was unofficial, a quiet ceremony without an audience. Jade dressed you for the occasion, prettying you up as if you were a doll. You certainly felt so as you watched your reflection in the mirror, drifting in and out of a daze. Floyd poked at your shoulder to rouse you, giggling about his “sweet, sleepy Shrimpy.” When the wedding bands were slid on your ring fingers—the left for Floyd and the right for Jade—it became official. They kissed you on both cheeks and promised you a future filled with love and happiness. You couldn’t protest; there was no room for such a thing, not when Floyd’s mouth was already closing over yours.

☆ The first five days are for Floyd, and the next five will be Jade’s. They planned it together, all with your and their shared interests in mind. The first five days of your honeymoon are spent at a tropical resort. You delight in local cuisine and beautiful sights, allowing the twins to hold your hands while you walk between them. They spoil you rotten, buying all sorts of clothes and jewelry to add to your wardrobe, trinkets that catch your eye, sweets you seem to fancy. Money has never been an issue, which is why everything feels so grand and lavish. You’re taken to the beach, to a quiet, desolate strip that few tourists know of. Towels are laid out; an umbrella is propped. Floyd drags you towards the sea, eager to shed his human form and swim with you. Jade reads in the shade, occasionally glancing up from his book to watch you.

☆ As the sun shifts through the sky, you tire yourself out. Between swimming with Floyd, sunbathing alongside Jade, and indulging in a picnic with both, you’re plenty sluggish by the day’s end. They snap your picture just as you feel yourself falling, giggling to each other about how cute you look. The twins intend to capture many of your best (and possibly worst) moments during the entirety of this honeymoon. When the secret contents of your lunch catch up to you and render you sleepy, you assume it’s just the result of a long day sapping your energy. It makes you pliable, has you dragging them into bed when you’re oscillating between slumber and wakefulness. The camera shutters, capturing you curled up against Floyd in bed—perfectly, peacefully asleep.

☆ The twins take turns cooking for you. Mornings are for Floyd. He prepares all types of breakfasts, all with your favorites. You think he has too much fun in the kitchen because some meals are decorated cutely—pancakes looking like cats and bears and fruit cut into stars and hearts. Jade takes care of lunch and snacks throughout the day. They work together on dinner. It’s a guarantee that you’ll always feast on delicious meals regardless of which twin cooks. Strangely, the meals are so delicious that they leave you sleepy or, in some cases, achingly hot. The twins take good care of you whenever this happens. Maybe something just didn’t agree with your stomach… It’s nothing to worry about. They’re here for you.

☆ As the days wear on, you find yourself swamped in love. Whether you’re enjoying mornings down at the beach, exploring and shopping in town, touring popular destinations, or enjoying drinks on the balcony at sunset, the twins are always by your side. Floyd clings, his arm perpetually wrapped around your waist. Jade likes to slide his hand into yours, holding it with such a gentle fondness. He kisses your knuckles softly, eyeing the rings on your fingers with a pleased smile.

☆ Jade booked quite the quaint cabin for his half of the honeymoon. For the next five days, the three of you will see endless, sprawling pines from your spot in the mountains. He’s got a vague itinerary in mind, but it’s subject to change as you get through these five days. Surprises are more than welcome. The cabin is so cozy, equipped with all the necessities for a trip such as this one. It even has a fireplace. Jade is much too eager to gather and chop firewood even though it’s already supplied.

☆ He takes you out on hikes through the woods, pointing out flora and fauna as you encounter them. His eyes are sparkling the entire time. Floyd’s not as into it as Jade is, but he does enjoy walking alongside you and taking pictures of your most candid moments. You’ve been feeling groggy ever since breakfast, so you’re not nearly as alert as you usually are. Floyd takes this as his opportunity to snap your photo when you least expect it and to steal quick kisses. Jade thinks it’s so cute that you can hardly keep your eyes open. He promises the lot of you will turn around and head back after he gathers just a few more mushrooms for tonight’s dinner. You’re lying down for a nap by the time you make it back, the sun dipping below the horizon. You think you feel the bed depressing under Jade’s weight, his hands ghosting over your clothes to help change you into something comfortable. You let it happen.

☆ This place is oddly isolated. The locals are sweet, though. When Jade tells them you’re here on honeymoon, they all smile and tell you to have fun, to enjoy these special moments, to feel lucky that you have two husbands who adore you so very much. You thank them with a pleasant smile. Jade and Floyd keep their hands on you beneath the table during lunch. Even if you wanted to say something, you couldn’t. They make sure of that. And if you seem paranoid, they wave it off casually. Jade tells anyone who asks that you just love the variety of mushrooms here, especially the fun kinds. You’re not sure what he means until much later when you’ve digested your meal and your vision blurs. Jade’s there to steady you before you can fall over, petting your head in that affectionate way and cooing at you to calm down. It’s your honeymoon. You deserve to relax. His sharp, overly sweet smile is all you see in your dreams.

☆ Honeymoons are especially exciting because they come with amenities fitting for the occasion. A complimentary bottle of wine, luxury chocolates, condoms… Floyd tosses that last one aside. You won’t need them. If you insist on using protection for whatever reason, Jade will ease your worries with a placid smile. He’ll indulge your request. He wears one, yes, but then it’s not a guarantee that this one hasn’t been tampered with in some way. You’ll never know. Floyd’s a bit more difficult to convince. He adores cumming inside and then felching it out of your slick hole. You shiver through it all, clawing at the sheets as you melt beneath them. Your husbands pamper you excessively, so don’t think about anything and just enjoy yourself.

☆ The mountains are peaceful. Unlike the tropical paradise you previously came from, things are slower here. You enjoy watching the sunrise cut through the trees in the mornings, sitting at the window with Jade and Floyd. You sleep late into the afternoon, sandwiched between both of them. Floyd’s an early riser, so breakfast is always waiting for you when you and Jade eventually wake. It’s quiet bliss. You sit and sketch nature alongside Jade in the afternoon, who adores every little line you make with your pencil. He tells you so, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth when you pout and insist his is better. There’s no competition here, and even if there was he will always love yours more. When night falls Floyd prepares a campfire. You roast marshmallows for s’mores. Floyd dances around the firepit, singing gleefully and pulling you up from the log to dance alongside him. Firelight reflects off of your rings. It’s a wonderful honeymoon.

[listlesswhistle]

AAAAA im thinking about Ingo in Legends Arceus again. They really fucking did that. Im so insane about it, like-

Okay. So. You have this preestablished thing in Pokémon called Fallers. Basically its people who fell into the pokemon world from an entirely different universe. Sometimes theyre alternate versions of known characters. The one thing they all have in common is that they remember nothing from before they fell.

With me so far? Good.

Now we move onto Legends Arceus. Here we are, some hundred or so years in the distant past, exploring the wonderful land of Hisui when, hold on, is that Ingo? The train man? You're in the wrong time period, my guy! And what's that? His memory's gone? Damn that sucks, alt-Ingo got a real shitty deal when he Fell. Trains haven't even been invented yet smh.

Anyway, case closed. Just another Faller making the best of what they have. Cool, but nothing new, lets move on right?

Except. Maybe not.

You see, this "Hisui" region has a little bit more going on with it. Its actually the ancient version of the modern day Sinnoh region, and theres all kinds of fun little details tying the two together: location names, area themes, little nods to Sinnoh myths and pokedex entries, the whole nine yards. Huge gen 4 nostalgia trip. Theres even a bunch of characters that are just blatantly ancestors of important DPPt characters. And you betcha the pokemon match as well!

Yeah, thats cool, but what does this have to do with Ingo again? Weelll, turns out, two of those gen 4 pokemon makin a comeback just so happen to be the gods of time and space. And things have gone a bit fucky with them.

There are these things called "space-time distortions" going around, popping up all over the place, sitting there lookin like big, spooky soap bubbles, and spitting out objects and pokemon from all over the timeline. We're talking dinosaurs and data viruses. Because of these things, Porygons technically existed before the computers that birthed them. And while its never explicitly stated that they're how Ingo got there, how else do you suppose the New Yorker ended up in feudal Japan?

"Alright, that makes sense, but didn't you say he lost his memory? Isn't that kinda a whole thing with fallers?"

Oh yeah, right, thanks for catching that! I guess this was a bust after all. Time travel's not exactly new to the pokemon universe, and it doesn't usually cause memory loss, barring extenuating circumstances. (Ingo didn't turn into a pokemon, so I think we're safe on that front) This isn't even the first time Dialga's gone mad, actually! He must really be a Faller then. I mean, what are the odds that Ingo just tripped into a random space-time distortion, only to run into something entirely unrelated that just so happens to be well known for erasing memories, perfectly replicating the symptoms of a Faller?

Buckle up, this is where things get interesting.

So, when Ingo faceplanted in Hisui, he got picked up by this group called the Pearl Clan. They're this native tribe that worships Palkia, but like, under the wrong name, and they think Dialga's a false version of their god worshipped by these other natives, and they're actually kind of both right, except not, because they thought the were actually worshipping the creator god, Arceus, and it's this WHOLE thing. That's not important. What matters is that they picked up Ingo. Just. Remember that. Pearl grabbed Ingo.

Now, aside from the two big gods and their good ol' poppa Arceus, there's actually another trio of minor gods who took care of smaller business. Relatively. They like to rest at the bottom of three lakes spread around the region, and each one represents a certain gift they were said to have given to the world: Uxie, God of Knowledge; Mesprit, God of Emotion; Azelf, God of Willpower. When Arcues made them, the went out, did their thing, gave their gift, then went straight to bed in their lakes, where they stayed for... pretty much ever. Yeah, these guys are actually pretty chill. Apparently theyre tied for highest base friendship out of all pokemon?

Getting back to the Pearl clan, their camp in the Alabaster Icelands is actually pretty close to Lake Acuity! Way closer than any other settlements are to the lakes, at least.

I know what you're thinking: "What does ANY of this have to do with Ingo's memories??" Well, there's one more thing we need to cover about the lake trio. Y'see, there's this little myth about them, hidden away on a shelf in the back of modern day Canalave library. As calm and relaxed as they usually are, its easy to forget that they're still gods. Powerful gods. Direct decendants of Arcues themself, embodiments of the very gifts which they gave unto the world. The myth goes that, should someone be foolish enough to raise their hand against the lake gaurdians, they would quickly find that those gifts can be taken away.

Harm Azelf, and find yourself as still as stone, drained of even the willpower needed to move. Touch Mesprit, and find yourself in a pointless world, drained of all emotions, joyless and empty.

…Look into Uxie's eyes, and find yourself lost and confused, fallen into a world unknown, without even the knowledge to find your way back to a home you can't remember.

...Yeah

Hisui is plaqued by Distortion, ripping creatures out of their proper Time and Space. Uxie makes their home at the bottom of Lake Acuity, just outside where the Pearl Clan makes camp. The Pearls found Ingo alone, no memory of his past, no evidence of how he came to them.

So you see now. How I might be a little obsessed.

Oh, are you still wondering if he's actually a Faller or not? Well…

I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA!

This was the first game he appeared in since Black and White 2, and he hasn't been mentioned since! His story is never expanded on!!!

He's probably? not??? Unless he fell out of an ultra wormwhole and into a distortion?? And the ultra beasts couldn't find him??? They literally NEVER hint at a possible cause for his arrival in game, I think. We're just. Left. With this.

What the fuck.

[starryylies]

Do you think Simon is the type of guy that say “Dress however you want,I can fight”???I think he is..but still he will punished us for teasing him and getting him into trouble :)

Simon punishing you in the bathroom

Omg Hii!! Thank you so much 4 the request I love it aaaaa

and yes I totally agree that si is the type of man to be self assured and say that butttttt you make it hard sometimes but for that you get your due punishment :3

Anyways I hope you enjoy 🩷🩷🩷🩷

You both had decided to go out this Friday night, you were all glammed up wearing your lil white dress with shimmery star like sparkles on it

You were quite reluctant on wearing the dress though since it showed some skin and you felt insecure regarding your body :(

You looked like a goddess in Simon’s eyes though

You looked like an angel in flesh

He swore he would make himself worthy of you and that he would protect you from the outside world

So there you were,

With a possessive arm draped around your shoulders as you walked by the courtyard

reaching to a magical entrance filled with aromas of many a thousand of dishes which were being cooked inside the kitchen

You were so hungry,

drooling even because of the smell of the food

you were enjoying your date with Simon in the restaurant,

until~

You decided it would be a little fun to get him all flustered and play a little game

You slowly hiked your heel upto Si’s crotch rubbing circles there while maintaining eye contact

“you’re playing a dangerous game princess” he said giving out a warning followed by a dark and somewhat soothing chuckle

You kept quiet continuing the ‘game’,

getting soft grunts and winks from si

But then the waiter arrived,

Maybe you had too many glasses of wine or maybe you were just losing your mind,

You decided to go further and tease Simon by flirting with the waiter

Oh this was gonna get more fun you thought

Locking eyes with the waiter, leaving flirtatious cues, brushing your fingertips against his hand

You felt like You finally had the upper hand

Or, so you thought (you don’t )

Si’s fists were clenching in anger.

The second after the waiter left he had to restrain himself to not bend you over then and there to pound into you everyone (the waiter) knows you’re his

So he abruptly got up taking ahold of your wrist leading you to the restroom

“ fuckin’ brat had to rile me up didn’t ya look at ya, so fuckin hungry for my attention” he grumbled out.

Going inside,

He closed the stall keeping you close to him as he roughly yanked off your panties with his left hand

“flirtin’ with the waiter right infront of me, I wanted to rip his fucking eyes off” The words came out like spitfire from his mouth as he held you close with his right hand

You could feel his hot breath on your face as you reached up to give him a soft kiss as an ‘apology’

It was followed by a rough and desperate kiss from his end as he pulled your body closer to his.

“You look so beautiful today but you gotta remember who ya belong to princess” he said softly In between the haste kiss

He then started leaving trails of sloppy wet kisses on the nape of your neck while slowly rubbing your throbbing clit

“FuckkkFuck siiiii it feels nice go on” you moan

“Ya want me to make ya cum with my fingers dont’ ya love”

“Yesss siii pleaseplease” you moaned out softly as you gripped his shirt,

The pressure on your clit and the wet kisses left made you so close

“Are ya close princess huh? Tell me?”

“Yessss si m so close” you whined out

As you were about to reach your orgasm simon yanked away his hand

“Siii why’d you do that” you cried

“Cuz bad girls don’t get to cum now do they princess?” he said teasingly as he straightened his shirt out and fixed his cuffs

“Sii I beg ya please lemme cummm” you whined

“No, Not a single word till we get home princess” He says sternly while you pout :(

As you fix your dress and yourself you try to take your panties which are next to Simon’s shoes

As you bend over to pick them up

Simon is quick to grab them before you

“But sii i need them :((‘

“Dirty little girls don’t get to wear panties and trust me you won’t be needing them princess” he smirks getting out of the stall undazed

leaving you to be a poor horny lil mess for the rest of the night :)