#and then I made sunny. with his colors but also with the touch of red and the blood in black mixed a little with the white/gray!

[mel-loly]

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[rafayelsmuse]

Just floating around // Rafayel x f!reader

Summary: Since the beach would be too crowded, Rafayel has to find a creative solution to it.

Warnings: Probs some ooc Rafayel bc I'm not used to writing for him. Some lore so slightly spoilers? (like what he is etc and some aspects from "ebb and flow"). Some silly fic bc somehow I can see Rafayel do something like that? Let me know if I missed any more warnings.

Genre: fluff, sfw.

Word count: 705.

Rafayel was lying on a floatie, floating around in the pool that was set up in the middle of his living room. A pair of black sunglasses rested on his nose as he was holding a glass in his hand with a colorful cocktail. A yellow straw and a red parasol in it as well.

Since it was a hot and sunny day in Linkon, Rafayel didn't feel like going to the beach, knowing it would be crowded with people who wanted to take a dive in the cold seawater. And so, Rafayel preferred to float around in his own pool in the safety of his own studio.

He rested his free hand behind his head, his tail slightly moving up and down as the edges dipped in the cold water. Blue scales adore his face and body. He felt beyond relaxed, forgetting about the unfinished painting that was hanging on the wall, waiting for him to finish it, but the Lemurian hadn't touched his pencils today and wasn't planning to do so. There was no rush in finishing it, not that he was able to do so since his inspiration wasn't really there and the hot weather wasn't helping either.

He peered up from under his sunglasses when he heard the door open and being closed again, watching your figure appear in his eyesight. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched your face, trying to read your emotions.

"Rafayel, what the-" You muttered as you placed your bag down and slowly started to approach the pool. "Couldn't go to the beach." He shrugged in response as you rolled your eyes at his words. "So you brought the beach here." You huffed as he simply shrugged. "It helps me spark my inspiration." He spoke, nodding his head towards the unfinished painting.

"That's what you said yesterday when we went out for food, and also the day before yesterday when we went to the beach to collect some stuff." You reminded him of how he had been procrastinating the past few things. "It's hot outside, a heat wave! Not my fault they didn't predict the weather right." He huffed, another excuse for his procrastinating. You stopped in front of the pool, staring at the artist all relaxed on his floatie.

He patted the floatie, on the tiny spot still free for you to take. "No, we both know you'll end up pushing me off." You refused as you crossed your arms. Rafayel furrowed his brows and a small pout formed on his lips. "How ridiculous of you to even say that!" He huffed, slightly dramatically raising his voice. "Denying my invitation for cuddles. So rude to deny a Lemurian" He grumbled, pushing the sunglasses back on his nose before taking an aggressive sip from his drink.

"And what if I drown? Would you rescue me or would you just walk away?" Rafayel went on. "You are a fish, Raf. You can't drown." You waved him off. "Fish can drown if they don't have enough oxygen in the water." Rafayel pointed out. "Please join me, it's getting all cold and lonely out here, alone in the ocean." He sighed, making dramatic movements with his arms.

You sighed and kicked your shoes out and took off your socks, dropping them near your feet before you stepped into the water. The temperature was nice, not too cold but cold enough to be refreshing. And not too hot, but hot enough to enjoy it. The water temperature was pretty much perfect.

A smug smile formed on Rafayel's lips as he watched you approach him, arms wide open as he made a bit more room for you on the floatie. The moment you reached him, he was fast enough to lean forward and pull you straight into his arms, only to make the floatie sway back and forth.

You yelped, afraid the two of you would fall over but nothing happened. You let out a relieved breath as you positioned yourself in a comfortable position on the floaties, his arms safely wrapped around you as he rested his head on your shoulder. "Happy?" You asked him as you playfully rolled your eyes. "Very." He nodded with a playful smile.

[cookiegirlsstuff]

Tickles for Tae pt. 2 (aka Jin gets the tickles)

Lee: Seokjin

Ler: Taehyung

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Jin was in a difficult situation. It had been about two weeks since his bandmate Taehyung told him that he liked being tickled.

Of course, Jin was happy to give the younger one the tickles he deserved, but something had changed in the last few days.

As he tickled Taehyung, he secretly wished to be on the receiving end for once. But he was the oldest of the group and asking for tickles would definitely be weird for the others.

Besides…. what if he wasn't cute enough? What if he didn't react the right way? what if he isn't as ticklish as he thought he was?What if he didn't like it?

Unfortunately, today was another one of those days. He had just had another tickle session with Tae tae and as always it was just adorable how ticklish the younger one was but….Jin still wished to be tickled once in a while.

Should I just ask him? But it would definitely be weird for both of us! But I really want it! These were the thoughts that the older boy was so engrossed in that he didn't even notice Taehyung's worried look.

It was only when he heard his friend's worried voice that he was startled.

"Jin hyung are you all right? You seem very worried and sad lately?" asked V, looking at his hyung with worried eyes.

"Taehyung, it's nothing to worry about…just…lately I've been feeling the need…well…I'd like to be tickled once in a while," he confessed and lowered his head.

"Jin hyung?" Taehyung spoke cautiously when, after a minute, Jin still didn't dare to look at the younger one's face.

"Hmm?" was the only answer.

"Right or left?" asked Taehyung with a mischievous grin.

"What?" Jin replied, visibly confused.

"Right or left?", Tae kept repeating his question.

"Ehmm… right?" Jin said uncertainly.

"Good choice," laughed Taehyung, pulling out a fluffy feather from behind his back

Now Jin realized what was about to happen and took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for what was about to happen.

But as soon as the feather touched his sides, he couldn't help but burst into fits of giggles. He squirmed and writhed, trying to escape the ticklish sensation, but Taehyung's grip were too strong.

“You have such a cute laugh!” Taehyung teased his hyung. As much as he loved being tickled, he also liked being the superior one and having the upper hand.

“No! no! not there!”Jin shrieked as the younger male moved the feather near his belly button.

But of course, Taehyung didn't listen to what his hyung said.

"A-ah, Taehyung-ah noo-" Taehyung didn't let Jin finish his protest. His index finger made his way to his navel and dipped in there, swirling around. Jin's hazelnut colored eyes went wide before he stumbled into big belly laughter. His legs tried to kick.

“Wow. you are super ticklish.”Tae began the teasing again.

Jin didn't know what it was, but he had the feeling that the teasing made the tickling 100 times worse.

After a few more minutes, the younger one finally put the feather down, but of course he wasn't done yet. Next, he began to tickle Jin's armpits.

It wasn't as ticklish a spot as his tummy, but it was still effective. Jin literally squealed as he rolled around on the bed, unable to escape from his sunny bandmates evil hands. He was giggling and cackling, trying his damn best to escape but the lers hands were stuck in his armpits!

After what seemed like endless minutes (which were actually only 15), his laughter died down and he lay on the bed, exhausted and red-faced.

“That was so adorable.~” Taehyung cooed, hugging him close.

“Psshhh!!! Shush! It’s not! It’s embarrassing! And besides, now you're no longer the only one who likes to be tickled. Doesn't that bother you?" the oldest whined a little.

“Embarrassing? Bothering me? Not something that’s embarrassing at all. Plus I’m sure you know we both had fun!” Taehyung's words were carefully picked and his voice was calm.

Jin smiled happily and they both spent the rest of the evening cuddling and a lot of small tickles.

[fandomchill]

Changeling Au - Tangotek

Tango is a elemental Changeling, specifically of the Will-o-Wisp and Bright one variety. He appears to be a type of Troll, long pointed ears, sharp teeth and glowing red eyes with bronze skin. He has a whip like tail that is mildly prehensile and has a single flame at the end of it. His hair is made of the same fire. Both glow a soft yellow, though they will shift colors and intensity when his emotions take control. He wears smoked goggles to protect his eyes.

Originally chosen for his affinity with fire Tango was put to work as a Forge Flame for the Grand forge. He was placed on the night shift due to his brightness, but since many slept late at night he found himself quiet lonely. He would wander during the night, and often find himself assisting a Certain Goat with his work, allowing him to forge metals in exchange for conversation. This allowed him to form a friendship with Doc, who taught him the work of Runestone Magi-tek. He started tinkering on his own when the others slept, and soon he worked up the courage to ask for his position to be switched to Lab assistant. From there under the tutelage of Doc he worked his way to the Second in command.

Tango is a firebrand, bright and sunny unless you get his temper riled up. He loves to make weapons and armor for his friends, along with devious dungeons to test them in. He's fairly intelligent, though a bit scatterbrained. He rarely uses technical terms, preferring to use his own language for his tools and supplies, which annoys his boss.

Always ready for a good fight, despite hIs more back room role, he occasionally will join the guard on patrols.

Tango's wish is one he is willing to talk about. He knows that he wanted to stick with his friends and help those who were also going after wishes. Problem is he doesn't remember who. He realizes that not knowing is part of his payment, and is willing to endure the uncertainty because he knows the Gentry have to fulfill the wish.

Rank- Second in command for Research and development for the Grand Forge

Power:- Tango can at will create a blinding flash that can cause damage and stun those around him. Further he can "steal" light by forcing people to have minor poor luck around him. He must be able to see them and concentrate for a moment to use the power, but does not need to touch them.

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[songofnoheart]

@waxgentleman said : ; Valentine's Day Special Ask ₊˚⊹♡ “ —It’s been a while since I enjoyed a day of glamor like this one, ga ne. I swear! I almost teared up when the singers hit those high notes; it’s just a feeling that shakes your heart, isn’t it? ” This year, Mr 3 escaped the terrible fate of having to deal with the chaos that Karai Barai suffered on Valentine's Day. His attire reflected his wishes to not be recognized as he dressed fancier that night, however the three on his head stayed. Missing the whole point. He raised a glass of wine, clinking with Brook’s glass. “ A wonderful night, indeed. Just me, you…” He took a deep sigh, looking to his left. “ .......Mugiwara. ” Where Luffy ate a huge piece of meat, then looked over his shoulder to the rest of the tables. “ .....The rest of your crew. ” Head moving to the other side of the restaurant. “.....The marines that are tailing your crew. ” Eyes darting to the windows. “.... Your fans, and of course. ” He squinted at his right side of the table to the clown who was drinking beer. “ Buggy. That one was my fault, I admit. He heard the den den mushi call. What I can do. Hey, next year we can try again, ga ne.” He gives the skeleton a little wink as he takes a sip from the wine. ”  

Hooo boy, Brook hasn't felt that awkward and horribly nervous since... He couldn't even remember when! The musical went great, that was not at all a problem, the skeleton himself shed a slight tear at the beautiful voices and the touching story. "Oh, I definitely share your thoughts! Even though I don't have a heart! Yohoho... Ho..."

His laugh turned hesitant as the musician took a sip out of his glass. What did he do wrong? He was wearing an elegant velvet suit in a deep red color. Darker than what he would usually wear, but it was something Brook did specifially to be less recognizable. He even snuck off of Sunny to go for this date! So how come that when exiting with theater the two of them gathered a whole crowd of stalkers?!

Luffy probably sniffed him out with his misterious sixth sense, the rest of the folks following to look after him. Then marines and the fans meant that the restaurant was about to become the field for a big battle. "Sigh... I am so ashamed... My apologies. Sincerely, I did my best to lose them when I left." Honestly though the whole situation made the skeleton feel somewhat bitter. Even if everyone there had the best intentions, what right do they have to deprive them of their private time? Brook didn't intend to give his date with Galdino such a deep meaning, of course, but this was a matter of principal at this point!

The skeleton finally made a decision. He tilted his head at that wink with a face of determination. "Why wait for next year? We still have a chance for a peaceful evening, my friend. I would like to apologize for what I am about to do and I do hope you will understand my actions." The musician was polite, but also surprisingly firm.

His hands reached for his trusty sword. "Soul... Solid!" In just a moment the floor of the entire restaurant was turned into an ice rink. Pushing the table over and sending it flying towards the crowd, the old pirate shoved the unopened bottle of wine into Mr 3's hands and very gently picked him up into a princess carry. "I am very sorry, Ladies and gentleman, but this one is a private viewing! Yohohoho!"

And with that the two of them flew out of the window feet first, the musician continuing his laugh as he landed onto his legs and sped off into the night, leaving behind the screams and noises of battle.

[crying-fantasies]

Rodimus wasn't ready to be a creator P3

Masterlist

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3: it's never simple | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10

When the news of a techno-organic in Cybertron was everything that could be heard around it was little to nothing in what the council could do to try and prevent the talks about the "thing", as how they called it because no one was even sure that a new spark touched by an organic could react in such way.

If Rodimus wasn't there to help the organic in time, the flesh in it's body would have burned down.

But now they had a very drained human with the littlest sparkling they've ever seen between it's tiny arms and protected by a whole soft body that was kneeling down in front of them.

"Please, don't take him away"

Humans are creatures that bond deeply even when they lack a spark, a heart is what they have and it is kind of similar, they have this groups called "families" that share the same genetic code to some degree or the same ideas.

The human is there, kneeling in front of the council while the new spark is doing little chirping noises, it doesn't take much before Rodimus takes place next to his conjunx, the sparkling is moving little servos in his direction while cooing, it was already bizarre enough to see this kind of couple, they weren't the first ones to announce their conjunx endura status as a bot and human pair, but they were the very first ones to do such a thing as to give life to a creature like that.

Who could have thought that this was a result of letting a human near a hot spot, a sacred place, only to have it drag a spark out with it's bare hands.

It was supposed to be something totally diplomatic, to show that the previous incidents between the two races were gone and forgotten.

"You were quite the surprise you know?" Energon snacks were always good, especially the digit sized ones, but Rodimus always preferred the energex above it, "your carrier saw your spark that day, floating around and had the urge to go and touch it" he was smiling remembering the day almost as it happened a few solar circles ago.

Rodimus had the right to feel like that, his son finally was next to him, willingly, both consuming energon along and hearing human music, the very same playlist that his conjux made for him many years ago.

"You were like a deal of peace, especially after Optimus and Ratchet finally said a word about that other techno-organic kid, but apparently you are the first one to have some genetic bond with a human and a bot" Rodimus landed his optics at his son, his sparkling, red optics looking at nothing in front of them, the natural darkness of space, even if everyone always said that they both looked exactly the same, more in the fact that, yes, Sunset looked a lot like him when he was a youngling, when he was Hot Rod, he always thought different, his son looked like you, when Sunny was younger his optics had a color similar to yours, pretty much different from his upgraded red optics.

He misses it, sometimes, because when Sunny smiles, which is rare this years, Rodimus can swear that your son inherited your smile, when your eyes also showed your emotions and feelings, like when you talked with the other humans in the ship and explained without problems the marks in your hands that showed how you reached out for your son and brought him to you, the scars that showed that you gave life, he is just so sure that your human genes got first in the most important things about your sparkling.

"We are going to raise him well"

"I know, you tell me about that a lot, every year actually" Rodimus still isn't thrilled for Sunset's paint job, yeah, he totally rocked the black and silver colors, don't get him wrong, he just can't forget his red and brown colors once his derma and armors hardened while being all smiles, even better, you and Sunset flashing him with big smiles that made him put both servos over his spark chamber to show, in a very exaggerated manner, how moved he felt then, his son, so little at the time, asking to be lifted as high as he could be, and of course Rodimus would do just as his son wanted.

No, correct that, he just can't forget how this big bot once fitted in only one of his servos, being comfortable enough to use it as his favorite recharge point with that little blanket you got from a stop on earth.

He can't forget that first recharge time together, while you were sleeping in the crook of his neck guard, little sparkling wrapped in blankets between your arms, his servo holding you both, hearing your soft whisper before finally sleeping in the dark room, holding one of his burned digits with your burned hand.

"Time sure flies"

"It's going to be hard, but it's going to be alright"

"Happy birthday Sunny"

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Yeah, for those who asked, Sunset/Blacksun wasn't planned.

[veedrawsstuff]

So I know the smiling critters aren't canonically Inky Mystery characters, but hear me out.

I was thinking about Talents and which ones might suit each critter, so here we go! (I made up the names haha)

Sunny Day (Dogday's Talent) : Able to uplift anyone with his energy, causing a person to feel energetic in turn. (Not to be confused with Mickey's Talent, he uplifts people with kindness and not energy.)

High Jump (Hoppy's Talent): Can jump to really high spots and move quickly, useful in combat.

Healing Touch: (Bobby's Talent): Able to soothe whoever she touches (I.E hand holding, a pat on the shoulder, a hug, a kiss, etc.).

Super Smart (Bubba's Talent): Basically just enhanced intelligence and sense of logic.

Flying Colors (Crafty's Talent): Anything she draws comes to life. (Literally! She can draw a butterfly and it'll fly right off the page!)

Deep Sleep (Catnap's Talent): Is able to exhale a red smoke that causes anyone within 5 ft. to fall asleep almost immediately. The smoke also causes insanity in extreme cases. (He whispers or uses ASL / a chalkboard to talk in order to communicate with people safely.)

I'm not too sure what Picky and Kickin's Talents would be in the IM universe, so feel free to add on!

[sunhatllama]

what are you willing to sacrifice for peace? (Part 7)

a Resident Evil fanfiction

For @aussiepineapple1st

Rating: M (18+)

Contains: blood, strong language, description of injuries, gore (?), sex

Tags: pre-relationship chreon, post-vendetta, major character injury

Word Count: 1970

Part 7/7 Part 1 <- Previous

Mrs. Canta stepped up to their table, still shorter than them when they were sitting, and placed two menus as well as some napkin-wrapped silverware. She asked what they wanted to drink and Chris ordered an orange juice. Leon ordered the same but also got a coffee. 

When the woman stepped away, Leon smirked at Chris. "So the renowned BSAA captain likes orange juice?"

"It's the superior juice, Leon, also you ordered it too." He gestured to him.

"I never said it wasn't good." Leon would have ordered alcohol if he could but he wouldn’t be allowed to drink it for a while. Plus they didn’t seem to serve anything besides red wine. Orange juice would have to do. Resisting the urge to sigh, he leaned back, glad he had put the sling back on. It helped with the pain. 

A silence spread between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Leon enjoyed the soft buzz of soft conversation from the rest of the room and the hum of the lights above them. He found himself thinking about Claire. He wished that their friendship wouldn’t have gone the way it had. He cared deeply for her, but after their disagreement in 2007, he hardly ever saw her, and they never really talked unless it was about Chris. Her absence left a guilty weight on his chest. It was his fault, after all, he didn’t put in the effort to stay in touch after their jobs got so busy.

“How’s Claire been?” he asked suddenly. He was too nervous to ask her himself before.

Chris looked up at him, surprised, then gave him a small smile. “She’s been good. I’m glad she was able to visit us in the hospital. I don’t know what I would have done without her.” He was silent for a moment, pondering. “You know…you could always give her a call if you wanted. She was really worried about you.”

Part of Leon doubted Claire was actually that worried, but she probably did care about him a little if she came to see him, even if she was there mostly for Chris. “Yeah…sure. I’ll give her a call later, maybe.” 

If he could work up the courage that is. Leon turned his attention to the menu, avoiding Chris's gaze. They had a modestly-sized selection, but everything they had sounded pretty good. They even had waffles.

Chris also looked over his menu, not seeming to pay that close attention. Maybe he already knew what he was getting since he had been there before. "That sounds great, I'm sure she would appreciate that."

Leon wasn't so sure, but he would do it regardless.

Mrs. Canta came by again, their drinks in tow. The glasses clinked against the aged wooden table, orange juice bright orange and pulpy. The color reminded him of the sunrise from earlier when Chris was still asleep, although the sun was well above the horizon at this point, the light streaming through the windows slightly less bright than before. He could see a few people walking down the sidewalk, but otherwise, it was peacefully empty.

"What can I get you boys this morning?"

Chris spoke up first. "I would like the triple stack chocolate chip pancakes with a side of bacon, please."

The woman nodded, smiling, then turned to Leon expectantly.

"I would like the toast and eggs, sunny side up with bacon and sausages." It sounded heavenly . He hadn’t had a good bite to eat in what felt like years. Luckily, his appetite wasn’t like it was the night before. The spaghetti was good, he wished he could have eaten more, especially since Chris made it.

She nodded again. "Alrighty, anything else for you two?"

"No, I think we're good, thanks," Chris smiled.

They then slipped into casual conversation, talking about Rebecca, embarrassing shit that Claire had done, and their jobs. It was really nice. He hadn't had the opportunity to have an actual conversation with Chris outside of whatever mission they were on and he was greatly enjoying it. He didn’t get the chance to hang out with friends often, and he had an even harder time making friends to begin with. A lot of people thought he was mean and unlikable, some called him annoying. Sometimes it was just easier to act cold.

But with Chris, it felt like the chill that always followed him was gone, melted away. He looked at Chris and it felt like a soft summer heat hugging him, a slight breeze holding him up and keeping him afloat. He finally felt like he had something to keep him going, the knowledge that someone cared.

Their food came and Leon practically devoured his, Chris following suit. The older man’s pancakes were plate-sized and fluffy, covered in whipped cream, strawberries, and maple syrup. His bacon was crispy, almost too crispy for Leon’s taste, the pieces crumbling in the man’s hand. Leon’s breakfast spread came, one barely-cooked egg laying on top of two crispy pieces of toast, the yolk, seasoned with salt and pepper sliding across the whites. His bacon was cooked to perfection, slightly chewy but not overcooked enough to melt in your mouth immediately like Chris’s and the sausage was fried deliciously as well. They both focused on their food, not speaking much until they were both finished.

He had to give it to Chris, this breakfast was some of the best food he had ever had.

The sunlight began to fade away as they ate, the sky clouding and casting a shadow over the earth. Leon didn’t mind it too much. The cafe was just as warm and comfortable regardless of the weather outside. A pitter-patter of rain began to fall, splattering on the window, the water streaming down the glass until it pooled at the bottom. Leon sucked in a relaxing breath, his ribs twinging at the movement, and watched Chris over the lip of his coffee mug. The man was finishing up the last bit of pancake, scooping up as much of the leftover toppings as possible, shoving the fork into his mouth. Leon would have normally thought it disgusting, but instead, he found it adorable.

Once Chris leaned back with a sigh, Leon put his mug down, the glass clinking against the table. “You ready to go?” He figured Chris wanted to go do something else now that they were finished. He was sure there were other people he wanted to talk to. After all, he hardly ever got breaks and he had spent the majority of the last month with Leon in the hospital.

The man looked at him, a flicker of an emotion he couldn’t discern on his face for a moment before being replaced by a soft smile. “I’m ready if you are.”

Leon nodded, pushing himself out of the booth and to his feet, watching Chris struggle to get out due to his larger-than-average body. He nearly laughed but caught himself. He waited off to the side while Chris paid, giving Mrs. Canta a hug and sharing a few words he couldn’t hear before coming back to Leon. They looked at each other before heading out the door.

The rain was closer to a sprinkle than a pour, but they would get soaked if they stayed out for too long. Gritting his teeth, he walked out from underneath the small awnings. Water fell on Leon’s long locks—he needed a fucking haircut—and streamed into his eyes. He shook his head before pushing his bangs back away from his face. He wasn’t a huge fan of the rain. Between Raccoon City, Spain, and his general tendency to be cold, he had more than one reason to hate it, but he found it wasn’t too bad if he got to spend the time with Chris, surprisingly. 

Chris followed, having less of a reaction, but his face did twinge slightly when the rain finally hit him. Leon gave the man his best wet cat impression and Chris shrugged, laughing, “At least we drove. If we walked, we would've needed to catch a cab.”

They walked to the car, Chris grabbing his keys and unlocking it, but Leon stopped, not opening the door. He…didn’t want to take up all of Chris’ time. He could, like Chris said, grab a cab so that the man could go do something he wanted to do, or see someone. He could be alone for a few hours at least, the doctor said he just needed someone to keep an eye on him.

“Not that I don’t want to spend time with you…but is there anywhere else you want to be?” he asked, water dripping off his face, and Chris stopped, turning towards him, confused. “I don’t want to force you to spend all your days with me during this break—I can catch a cab back to your place if you want, I don’t mind.” The rain started picking up, the water hitting harder against Leon’s back. 

“What? No—Leon. I want to spend this time with you. And if there’s something I want to do, you can come with me, unless it’s something you really don't like.” He stopped, his head turning slightly. “Did you think I was just going to send you home for the rest of the day?”

Leon stayed silent, eyebrows furrowed slightly, the chill from the rain uncomfortable. 

Chris’ eyes softened. “Leon.” The man stepped closer to Leon until they were inches apart and Leon nearly gasped. “I’m not going to leave you.”

Leon was about to say something, but all coherent thought left his brain in one fell swoop, the words Chris said making something tighten in his chest. All of a sudden it felt like they were the only two people on the planet, the rain slowing around them, and he began to lose himself in the deep browns and oranges of Chris’ eyes. “I know,” he finally said, meaning it. 

The distant sound of thunder rolled over them and Leon shivered, unrelated to the cold. Their faces came closer and Leon could feel the man’s breath on his skin, warm in the chilled air. Leon breathed through his mouth, lips parted slightly. In an instant, they came together, Chris’s mouth on his, pressed together, and Leon groaned as the man’s hands found their way into his wet hair, gripping enough to cause pressure but not pain. This kiss only lasted a moment, but it left them both panting, holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it.

Chris pulled away only slightly, hands still holding Leon’s face. “Now let’s go home, together. ”

Leon looked up at him with affection he couldn’t bring himself to mask, the tangled mess inside him losing its hold. “You’d have a hard time keeping me away now.”

Chris smiled. “C’mon, let’s get out of the rain,” he said, pulling away further. 

Leon nodded, extending his hand in invitation this time, and Chris took it without hesitation, smiling wider. “Only if you promise we will get breakfast tomorrow.”

“Are you admitting it was the best breakfast you ever had?”

“I never rate a place on first impressions.”

Chris laughed. “Then I guess we will have to pay Mrs. and Mr. Canta another visit.”

They got into the car, the rain letting up a little, sunshine and bright blue sky peeking through the dark clouds. And this time, Leon and Chris held hands the whole way back to Chris’ apartment. Sure, maybe things were a mess right now. With the jobs they had, it was hard to be anything but a mess, but Leon was finally beginning to believe that they would be okay. Was it perfect? No. But he was willing to put in the effort to make it work.

And that was all that really mattered.

[aninklingof]

To Calm a Starshine

This is a fic with my OCs Zero and Inkling (intro post here) in FNAF security breach. For slight explanation, Inky is basically in a kind of simulation where he’s playing the game and Zero is a hologram in the world. He can’t interact with anything or anyone. Now, onto the fic 😅

Lee! Inkling, Ler! Sundrop

Warnings: slight panic attack ✨platonic✨

Enjoy!

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“Zerooooo!! I don’t wanna!!” Inkling whined as he stared down the colorful tube slide anxiously.

“You have to, darling!” The hologram of Zero encouraged from beside him. “You have to get down there and wait for Freddy like he told you to!”

“But— like this is obviously some kind of trap! There’s no way that there’s not some sort of animatronic down there,” the ravenette exclaimed while gesturing wildly to the daycare area down below.

Zero held back a giggle at his partner’s hysterical reaction, because yes— there was something down there. He’d both seen Dream play the game (much to the masked man’s dismay) and Zero himself had also played it.

“You’re being ridiculous Inky. Freddy wouldn’t send you somewhere dangerous. Just go down the slide!”

Inkling huffed exasperatedly before approaching the slide and going down it. After zooming through the colorful tube he slipped feet-first into a large ball pit. Hologram Zero was standing on the side looking down at the elf boy as he waded through the pit.

Suddenly a loud laugh echoed from above, causing Inkling to whip his head to face the noise. Up on a balcony stood a tall animatronic that looked like a jester with a sun for a head, who’s name was fittingly Sundrop. The daycare attendant then took a graceful swan dive into the ball pit.

“Holy shit!!! I need to get out—“ Inky began panicking and started to scramble towards the stairs that led out of the ball pit.

“HELLO!!” Sundrop popped up and scooped Inky up, holding him by the underarms. “New friend!! What’re you doing up so late? Are we having a slumber party?”

“ZERO!!!” The ravenhead cried in fear, kicking his legs frantically as the animatronic lifted him out of the ball pit and carried him to the center of the daycare.

“Inky calm down!!” Zero called, holding back his laughter.

When Sunnydrop set down the smaller man he immediately curled up in a ball on his side, shaking with quiet fearful sobs. This took both Sun and Zero by surprise.

“New friend, are you okay?” The tall animatronic asked, his voice significantly softer as he sat criss-cross next to the ravenhead.

Zero too knelt beside the boy. He wished he could hold him to comfort him, but the way the VR hologram system worked didn’t allow him to touch him.

“You okay Inky?” Zero repeated.

Inkling didn’t respond besides giving a feeble shake of his head. Sun turned to look at the eyeball-headed man worriedly for some sort of direction as to how to calm the elf boy.

Zero made a hugging and a head patting gesture, to which the daycare attendant nodded. “Hello Inky, may I touch you?”

He sniffed and nodded, and Sunny moved to gently pet Inkling’s back. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Hey,” Zero whispered to get the animatronic’s attention. Sun looked at the eyeball man and the ladder held up his fingerless-gloved hands, wiggling his fingers slightly. The daycare attendant understood immediately and a smile grew on his face.

“May I hug you?” Sun asked Inky, who nodded slowly. He lifted the crying man into his arms and hugged him, the ravenhead’s tiny arms wrapping around Sun’s small waist.

They sat like that for a moment, Inkling’s hiccupy breathing quieting down to the occasional sniffle, until suddenly he flinched with a squeak. Nimble metal fingers wiggled gently against his side, and when he looked up at the animatronic he flushed red with a nervous smile at the large mischievous smirk that shone down at him.

“Did that tickle starshine?”

“N-nooo….”

Quickly Inky was flipped so his back was pressed to Sun’s torso and Sunny began to spider his fingers all over Inky’s tummy, causing the man to burst into hysterical giggles. Zero melted at the sight and watched on fondly.

“Ehehehe!! S-Suhuhuhunny!!!” Inky squealed as he felt the metal fingers travel up his jumper to tickle directly on his skin.

“Yes friend? What’s so funny?” He teased seamlessly.

“Ihihihit tihihihickles—!”

The daycare attendant gasped dramatically. “It does?! I had no idea!!” His evil fingers scribbled at the sides of Inky’s belly, which made the ravenette squeal and stamp his feet in ticklish glee.

“N-nahahahat thehehehere!!” Inkling cried, his face scrunched with a wide grin. “Suhuhuhunnyyyy!!”

“Not here? Not riiiiight here?” The animatronic’s spindly fingers slid just above the giggly man’s hips and gently pressed there, sending the poor elf boy into a round of silent laughter.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Sun, be gentle. That’s Inky’s sweet spot,” Zero spoke up for the first time in the past five minutes, having noticed his partner’s stamina dwindling.

Sunny slowed to a stop and Inkling melted into a puddle of gasping breaths and residual giggles. The animatronic saw the boy’s face and noticed how the edges of his cheeks that weren’t covered by his thick black bangs were red and slightly wet.

The daycare attendant gently brushed back his bangs to see big beautiful icy blue eyes that were glossy and happy with almost-tears. He stared up at the Sun animatronic with a blissful smile and the robot almost melted himself.

“Feel better Starshine?”

“Yes, thanks Sunny.”

The two shared a hug for a few moments before the large doors to the daycare creaked open. Poking through the door was Freddy. His eyes landed on the two and he waved his signature jolly wave.

“I have to go Sunny. Thanks for the tickles,” Inkling said, standing and starting over to the bear animatronic.

“Bye new friend! Come back soon!”

Zero joined Inkling’s side in a blink and leaned down to the short man. “See? Told you it wouldn’t be that bad.”

“Oh shut up.”

[killmebythebeach]

@fireflys-corner this is making me go insane

...

Quite a Find

...

Scott was bored.

Yeah sure, all his trinkets were fine. He was slowly making alliances to steal from later, he was finding some interesting news items to maybe trade with said allies, but it wasn't interesting anymore!

So what's something Scott HADN'T collected? Something valuable. Something fun to find.

Knowledge!

There was a guy... Pix? He knew lots of things, he had even given Scott some of the stuff he dug up. SURELY he could teach Scott something cool.

So there Scott was at the door, knocking rhythmically.

"Uh..." the archeologist swung the door open, a little confused. "Can I help you?"

"Do me a favor..." Scott thought for a moment. He always like to be precise with his words. "And show me something cool I can do. You dig right?"

"Excovate, but yeah..." Pix rubbed his eyes. It was early in the morning, but Scott like waking up as soon as the sun rose. "And you want me to teach you to do it or...?"

Scott wrinkled his nose, that sounded like work. "Just give me a pick and shovel and I'll figure it out from there."

Pix gave him what he asked for and brought out a map to look at. There were a few places with x's on it, a couple notes here and there. Pix pointed towards a few mountains.

"The elves weren't great at hiding things," Pix brought out a different map not written on and drew a circle around the mountain range. "I'm sure you'll find something there with ease."

Scott frowned at the map, rolling it up after memorizing the general direction. The two gave their goodbyes and Scott went on his hunt for something to do.

-

If he was Pix, Scott would have mentioned how freezing the mountains were. Just a thought. His colorful cardigan was not a good wind breaker. Also: why on earth would a guy living in a sunny flower field be prepared for the cold.

But inside the old caverns and buried buildings was warmer. If Scott recognized anything, it was elves had GREAT insulation.

But there was one cave. It was obviously intentionally mined out, and it was absolutely frigid. Even more so than the outside.

Crystal clear ice lined the walls, but shards and chunks littered the ground. The cavern was literally frozen in time.

Okay. Scott admitted it. Maybe archeology WAS cool.

The only thing that wasn't blue and icy in the room was a glowing red in the middle of the room, all the ice around it was slippery, like it was melting.

Shards of an opaque gem. Glowing. It was sort of like the gross slimey stuff that was left in the open with the two skeletons.

It was... alluring.

Scott picked it up.

Maybe if Scott had stuck around for a lesson, Pix would have taught him the number one rule of archeology. Don't pick something up if it's still glowing.

Hello there, collector.

Oh wow. Uhm... Scott knealed down and went to gently place it on the ground like it had never been touched.

WAIT WAIT WAIT! Please don't leave me with that idiot elf or his smelly FISH boyfriend! ... please.

That made Scott hesitate. The voice, whatever it was, just sounded so very lonely. Yeah it was raspy and demonic, but he had met a lot of strange things thoughout his ventures. Scott could deal with a demon.

"Are you stuck?" Scott had found a few cursed amulets and dolls in his time, designed to contain people. This wouldn't be that odd.

The voice didn't respond for a moment.

I was already released. There's no helping me now. This is just the last remanends of my conciousness..consciousness... put into an eternal limbo of my own BROTHER'S design.

Scott felt his heart twist a little. That didn't seem like a very good brother.

Maybe if Scott had stuck around for a lesson, he would have learned the second rule of archeology. Don't make assumptions based off only one source.

"Well..." he couldn't just leave the voice there. And he DID come to the mountains to collect things. "Is there anything I can do to help."

Without needing to see the voice, he knew its interest was piqued.

You can't free me... but you could at least transfer my consciousness into another being. At least allowing me my own will once again, not at the whims of what my brother's idea of happiness.

Scott cradled the crystals in his hands. "And what can I get from this?"

A collector? I assure you, I am an expert at collecting. Me and my... friends would go around and spread our wares. Once I'm free, you'll never be bored again.

Oh?

Scott pocketed the crystals. He had found another trinket.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Hi, would you do number 7. Smultronställe form beautiful words with DR?

Beautiful words.

Smultronställe: literally “place of wild strawberries” a special place discovered, treasured, returned to for solace and relaxation; A personal idyll free from stress or sadness.

Notes: mixed with "Ehi, would you like to write something inspired by this (x) with Daniel ? Thank you"

It had been really bad. Already hours had gone by and he hadn't returned. You had stayed at home, your heart in a fist and the feeling of being at the end of everything floating in your head.

It was getting dark, the sun was getting close to the horizon over Monaco and even though you wanted to give him space, you were worried.

You took a couple of things you thought you may need. Then you ran to the garage, finding one of the cars and driving outside. You perfectly knew where he would be.

It took you more hand 20 minutes to get there. On the limits of the country, outside Monte Carlo, you parked the car. Then walked down wood stairs to a little beach. It was hidden by huge rocks and trees and not much people came here. Obviously, Daniel was there, sitting on the pebbles and looking at the sea.

You sighed, both in relief for having found him there and to get yourself ready for what was to come.

Walking down the beach with one of his jackets in hand, you made sure to make enough noise for hear to hear you arrive.

He turned his face and you saw his wet cheeks. Without saying anything, you sat next to him and covered his shoulder with his jacket. The breeze was getting fresh, nothing compared to the warm and sunny weather earlier that day.

"How did you know?"

"It's your place. You always come here to think"

"Our place, it's our place" He said leaning and resting his forehead on his. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply.

"I brought you here after our first date" He whispering. He put some distance between you and looked into your eyes. "I kissed you here for the first time and we had some fun in the water"

A laugh scraped both of you.

"We did"

You touched his cheeks, red and marked by tears. You didn't want to see him like this.

"I don't want to loose you, Dan. Don't push me away"

"I don't want you to suffer all of this"

"If I'm with you, I will be through everything, not only the good parts. I want to be there, to be the shoulder you cry on when the team is awful, to be who you ran to celebrate when things go well. I want to be in ups and downs. Don't push me away"

His mouth looked for mine and trapped your lips in a desperate kiss. You kissed back, running your hands over his hair and pulling him closer.

"I love you" He breathed in your mouth. "I love you so much, I'm sorry"

"I love you, Dan. I know. Talk to me first."

"Yes. I will"

You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulders. The sun was setting and you felt so much better. You remember something waiting on your pocket.

"Hey Dan. Want to do something?"

He nodded and looked at you.

"Let's look for pebbles."

"There are millions here"

"I know. Just look for one that matches my eyes and I will do the same with yours"

He smiled and kissed your lips.

"Okay"

You took different ways. After long minutes and laughs, you finally reunited in the middle of the beach.

"Look at mine" The color of chocolate, brown but not to dark. Like that was your pebble. You lift it and situated next to his eye. He smiled. "It's perfect"

Daniel kissed you and then showed you his. His pebble also had the color of your eyes.

"Wow, Danny"

"Let me" With a finger he cupped your chin and compared the pebble and your eyes.

"Perfect"

You cupped his chin and kissed him.

"What do we do now?"

You made him sit and pulled some cord out of your pocket.

Daniel patiently observed as you wrapped the pebbles in cord, doing some intrincate knots and then braithing more cord.

"See?"

"Two necklaces?"

You nodded and put his over his head, kissing his nose right after.

"It has your pebble" He noted.

"Yes. You have a pebble with the color of my eyes and I have a pebble with the color of your eyes. A pebble from our place. For you to remember home and how much I love you whenever you are away, and for me to do the same when the apartment becomes too lonely"

"Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Once or twice"

"I love you. I will always come back here when things go wrong"

"And when things go right" You caressed his cheek and then let him put the necklace on you. It hung on your chest, warm and heavy, just like his hand on the side of your neck.

"We will always come back here"

[tigers-eyes-26]

Confidence

It was a sunny day in Murda kingdom the ocean breeze made the temperature perfect. It was the grand opening of Daisy’s new palace. She had invited everyone. Everyone who could come from her 4 kingdoms. Dignitaries from other kingdoms outside of Sarasaland. Everyone.

There were booths set up to sell the wears of Sarasaland. Street performances showing off the cultural activities and dances of the 4 kingdoms. Later on, there would be tours of palace but now was the time to welcome the people.

On the balcony of palace was Princess Daisy. She watched the multitude of people mill around below her as she waited for the microphones to be set up. She straightened her red and white off the shoulder sleaves. The red and white matched the bottom strip of the A-line yellow dress. It was comfortable dress she just adjusted it out of anticipation. She looked down at the giant red cloth that obscured a statue that was in one of the openings in the figure eight road in front of her palace. The statue was going to be revealed today. It was her final touch to her palace.

“You ready M’lady?” Daisy turned to a Noki in a purple dress and shell headdress to the right of her. A sash indicating the Noki was the leader of Murda crossed her chest. Daisy nodded affirmatively. Behind her was the leader of Easton a yellow Pinata in a white shirt and his traditional leave skirt. To her left was the koopa leader of Birduo and the blue toad leader of Chi.  Behind the Sarasaland leaders was Daisy’s best friends. Princess Peach in her summer dress almost the same as her regular dress but no sleeves. Mario and Luigi both had short sleeve white polos black pants and their colored bow ties. She looked back at her friends they all gave her a thumbs up.

Daisy nodded and stepped up to the mic. She welcomed all the people and thanked all the workers that worked on her palace and the people who helped organized the festivities. She informed the people about the activities and entertainment that were available. Finally, it was time to unveil her surprise. She invited those sitting behind her to go to the railings of the balcony. She gave the signal. The red cloth was pulled off the statue.

It was a golden statue of Daisy dancing with Luigi. There was a roar of gasps and claps and cheers. Though the noise Daisy heard a Thunk! She turned to the sound. Luigi was on his back his head in his older brother’s hands. Peach had whipped out her fan and was fanning off Luigi’s head.

Oh no!

Daisy grabbed Luigi’s ankles and directed them to lay Luigi in a bedroom and the Murda leader to take over the mic. She also directed a ninji, who was standing guard, to grab some cold water and a cloth.

Peach and Mario were silent. Mario started to massage Luigi’s head and Peach continued to fan him off. Daisy took Luigi’s hand and massaged it. Feeling like she needed to do something. Eventually, the ninji came back with the cold water and cloth. She dipped the cloth in the cold water and started to place it on his forehead.

Luigi’s eyes fluttered open.

Both Mario and Daisy crowded into his face. “Are you ok!?!” They asked simultaneously. He squished his head back as far as he could into the pillow.

Peach cleared her throat. Reminding the concerned parties to give some space.

Luigi took a couple of deep breaths and closed his eyes again for a moment.

He looked at Daisy clutching his hand. He gave her a worried look. “Daisy….your people….”

“Nottie has it. I’m staying here.”

He closed his eyes again. He then gave his brother a look. Mario understood immediately. He stood up off the bed and went to offer his hand to Peach to escort her out of the room.

Daisy looked at the two leave, confused. She faced Luigi who had closed his eyes again. He could feel her eyes on his face. He scrunched his eyebrows his face looked like he was in pain.

“Luigi sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“I-I….i don’t know if i-I c-can do this.”

“Do what sweetie?”

Luigi sat up; “This” He gestured around.

She looked at him concerned.

“This is a L-lot of A-attention……”

She realized that she revealed their relationship to the whole world without consulting him about it first. She bit her lower lip.

Luigi took his hat and pulled it down over his face.

“Oh sweetie….I should have….” She paused. “I’m so sorry Luigi!”

“There will be so many questions! I don’t feel like I can handle them.” He mumbled into his hat.

“I’ll handle the questions.”

He looked up at her unsure. “What if your people don’t want me to be your….partner…”

“Then we show them how good you are for me.”

He still looked unsure.

Daisy grabbed his cheeks. “You are thoughtful, you encourage me, you are a listening ear for my ideas. You are someone I know that won’t judge. You are someone that will give advice but with me in mind! You are good for me!” To emphasis her point she shook his head is hat slipped off his head. “I don’t care what others will think. I’m sticking with YOU!”

He gave a weak smile at her as she let go of his face. Another concerning question dashed behind his eyes; he looked down at his hands in his lap. “W-what if the people don’t stick with you?” He realized how that sounded, He popped his head up and shook his hands wildly. “N-not that they W-would! Its just what if!”

“I’m not worried about a few naysayers, if they don’t want to live in an empire ruled by ME then they can leave. If the majority of my people wants me to choose between you or Sarasaland, I would step down.”

Luigi looked at her in panic. “B-but your family’s royal line!”

Daisy waived her hands dismissively. “Royal dynasties come and go all the time. It would actually be a lot off my plate if I wasn’t a princess anymore. I could be a personal gardener, sell flowers and veggies and fruits. I could get some extra money on the side by winning competitions that have prize money. We could have a little house far away from any kingdom. I would be happy with that.” Her cheeks got a dusting of pink.

Luigi looked at her with shining eyes. He was about to cry. That vision sounded perfect to him.

She slid her hands into Luigi’s. She squeezed his hand reassuringly. “Do you think you’ll be able to face the crowd?”

He breathed out letting his lips vibrate. Bfffff

“I’ll answer all the questions you don’t even need to talk. I’ll be with you the whole time. What do you say?”

He took deep breath, put his hat firmly on his head and smiled. “Okie Dokie.”

Through the rest of the day Daisy held Luigi’s hand and answered all the questions. Most comments people made were about how cute of couple they made. Nothing too intrusive. Except when Birdo went up to them.  “Hey Girl! When is the big marriage shindig!? GASP! How many kids are you going to have! Girl, your kids will be soooooo cute!” Birdo was jumping up and down with excitement.

Luigi went pale and wobbled. Daisy held him up. “We are taking it slow.”

“Slow!?!”  Birdo cocked an eyebrow at them. “Girl, that GOLDEN STATUE doesn’t tell me SLOW!” She pointed her painted clawed thumb to the sparkly new statue that loomed over everyone.

Daisy cursed herself inwardly. “This is just to show everyone…” She looked at Luigi, who was still very pale. “How confident I am with this relationship.” Daisy smiled happy with her own answer.

“Mmm… slow but confident?” Birdo contemplated. “I wonder what that is like.”

Daisy gave her best not to smirk. “It’s nice. You should try it sometime.”

“Nah Girl, I’m still having fun. Speaking of which, look at that piece of man over there!” Birdo slipped away into the crowd stalking her prey.

Daisy was still holding Luigi up. She found a quiet spot and sat them down. “You ok?”

Luigi took his hat off and mopped up some sweat from his brow. “I just got the nerve to kiss you! It might take forever for me to ask you to m-marry me!” He sheepishly grinned up at her, looking a lot better.

Daisy chuckled. “Hey, it will be worth the wait.”

Luigi blushed, “T-thanks for facing Birdo for me.”

“Anytime,” she nudged his shoulder with hers. “Everyone ~nose~ that Birdo is the nosiest person ever.”

They both burst out into laughter until tears fell down their cheeks.

They faced the rest of the event with cheery attitudes that shined like the golden statue that commemorated their relationship.

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[nrrrdgrrrl2002]

Ranking the 2012 main 6 designs from favorite to least favorite

1. Raph

I love this design. From the neon green eyes to the dark red mask to the jade green skin to the chipped shell to his more lean, blocky body type and the fact he’s smol. 10/10. Wouldn’t change a thing.

2. Donnie

Another 10/10. I love his reddish brown eyes that contrast his lilac mask. The gap tooth is a must for Donnie’s to me now. I love how his light forest green skin makes him look pale to signify how he doesn’t go out of his lab that much. They really found the perfect mix of skinny and round with him and his egg head.

3. Mikey

10/10. He was made to be adorable and it worked amazingly. I love that his colors have a calm sunny tone with his light orange mask and yellow green skin. The baby blue eyes are such a nice contrast with this but also fit perfectly with their calm tone. I love his mask tails so much and the freckles are so cute and a must for Mikey designs to me now. I love the detail in the artbook that his shell is more loose because he still needs to grow into it.

4. Leo

Imma go with 8/10 for 2 reasons. One. His eye color. I know Leo’s kind of supposed to have a basic design and it fits his character but it bugs me to no end that his eyes are the same shade of blue as his mask. This could’ve easily been fixed by giving him dark brown eyes. Brown eyes are super common, it’s a nice contrast to his mask and it’s a subtle parallel to saki. Second. His lack of scars after the season 2 finale. I get they’d probably have to make a new model but it would’ve been such amazing visual storytelling if we could see scars on his knee and throat and actually see his cracked shell that Mikey mentioned. It would’ve shown how, despite “healing” from those injuries, that day will always affect him.

5. Casey

This is probably a shocker to anyone who knows how much I love Casey, but I would rate his design at a 6/10. I was originally gonna put him higher than Leo but I put him here for one big reason: his design creeps me out. I love this boy. His clothes, his color scheme, his freckles, his face shape and nose are all really great and creative design choices. So what bugs me about him? His teeth, his hair and his stature. Casey is amazing, but he is a victim of the uncanny valley. I think the missing teeth was a great touch, but the teeth we DO see are way too realistic and not at the same time. To the point I have to look away if I see a picture of him where his teeth are visible. Why didn’t they give him the Barbie teeth the others have? Why? Second. His hair. I know. He’s the type of guy who would think axe body spray can substitute a shower, so it’s realistic that his hair is flat with grease, but, and this is a personal opinion, it doesn’t vibe with his character. Casey is a very wild person. To me, it makes more sense if his hair was more floofy and all over the place. That’s probably just me, though. Last but not least; his stature. Yeah. Him being super super skinny is funny, but it feels like he’s from a different show. Other than certain girl characters, I don’t remember any humans in 2012 having such and exaggerated body type. Please. Keep him skinny. It works for the character, but add a little lean so he doesn’t look like pearl from Steven universe. Again. This is probably just me cause the people I’ve talked to about it seem to like how skinny he is.

6. April

Aprillll. My gurl. I’m so sorry 😭. You’re such an interesting character, you don’t deserve this 4/10 design. Where do I start? Let’s go with her outfit cause everyone roasts it. It’s bad. It’s baaaaaaddddd.

They had so many cute outfits for her in the concept art why was THIS the final choice??

I know everyone complains about the outfit so imma summarize. Real clothes like hers don’t wrap around your body like a skinsuit. I know layers were popular at the time but there’s a trick to it. Casey knows how to do it well. April does not. Also I hate the uggs.

Moving on to….

Her hair and eye color

Hoo boy

I’m not gonna complain too much about how her hair is animated cause, I get it. 2012 tv cgi animation. Not that great for hair.

I AM gonna complain about her hair color though. It is WAY too orange to be natural, and yet it is. April being a redhead is iconic but that vibrant of an orange doesn’t fit her character. If anything, they should’ve given it a pinker tone to tie to her kraang origins.

Next Is her eye color. I know some people say her eyes are too big, but I like it along with her round face and freckles. One problem. Combine those with her insanely orange hair and baby blue eyes and she looks too much like Mikey. Again. They should’ve made her eyes mutagen green blue or kraang to subtly tie to her kraang origins which leads me to my last complaint;

If she is half kraang, her design should tie to that. You don’t have to give her kraang tentacles and full fangs from the get go, but something as simple as a color scheme change would’ve done her so much good.

Just like Irma saying she’s allergic to gluten doesn’t seem like it means anything until after the twist is revealed, april having pinkish red hair and green eyes wouldn’t be thought about until after the twist. Then, because the show stopped caring about april having a double life between being a normal girl and a kunoichi, you could have the crystal arc give her pinkish skin and kraang tentacles.

Aprils not a bad character, but dear lord does she need a redesign.

Alrighty! Now. How would y’all rank the main 6s designs from your fav to least fav and why?

[ravendruid]

SEND ME A WORD OR A SENTENCE AND A VOX MACHINA CHARACTER OR PAIRING AND I WILL WRITE SOMETHING. Go ahead and mingle. Dealer's choice.

Hi! Thank you so much for the prompt, and I'm so sorry for the wait. I hope it's worth it. Also available on AO3. This drabble is set way before the beginning of Campaign 1.

It’s a beautiful sunny Spring day for a stroll, a rarity for the past few weeks as the rain didn’t let go until yesterday. Although Keyleth loves the rain, she also enjoys sitting outside on sunny days and absorbing the warm golden rays. Unfortunately, a stroll is not something that Keyleth can partake in today. She is already dressed in a flowy green skirt and matching bodice, with blue and gold lace accents and embroidery, and on her hair sits a flower crown she made by druidcrafting and weaving the flowers together.

Keyleth looks at her reflection in the mirror and grimaces at how prominent her freckles look against her porcelain skin, at how red her hair is, like a beacon in the night sky. She has been aware of her difference from the other people in the village for a while, and she can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be normal, to go to school like the other kids her age, to have friends, and maybe even a boyfriend – not that she wants one right now. Boys are annoying, and Keyleth’s 15th birthday was barely a few days ago.

A knock on her bedroom door brings her back from her thoughts, and Keyleth smiles softly as her father opens the door to check in on her. He looks older and tired today. She knows he has a lot of responsibilities nowadays – placed upon him not necessarily with his consent – and that today, in specific, is an exhausting day. Yet, Korrin still smiles, the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes a representation of how sincere his smile is. After making sure everything is in place and that she looks presentable, Keyleth takes her father’s arm, and together they head out of their little abode and into the inviting day outside.

Zephrah is decorated with colorful flowers, banners, and lanterns ready to be lit when the sun sets. The stalls are almost ready as the vendors add their finishing touches with signage and decorations, and the food area smells fantastic. When the people of Zephrah set on a mission, they do not spare efforts to complete it, and Keyleth couldn’t be more proud of her neighbors. 

But not all is joy and glee. Keyleth’s role in the village is one that cannot be forgotten: she is to be their leader one day once she completes her Aramenté. The thought of it makes her stomach queasy. She has been learning for years, jumping from tutor to tutor to learn all about nature, about Exandria and its people, about her powers, and the best way to utilize them. Yet she doesn’t feel ready, and if she’s being honest, she doesn’t think she will ever feel ready. Just like her father, this is a mantle placed on her shoulders against her will. 

Vilya was the one supposed to carry that mantle. She, who had been trained all her life for it, had set on her own journey ten years ago, but as time went on, her lack of communication became more worrisome, and, eventually, five years ago, she was presumed dead. The rules of the Ashari dictate that, in this circumstance, a member of the family is to take on the responsibility. For this reason, and because Korrin was too old to endure such intensive training, the weight fell on poor Keyleth’s shoulders, who was still too young when their headmaster died shortly after Vilya left. Since the Ashari could not be without a leader, Korrin took responsibility until Keyleth finished her Aramenté. She was thankful for that – even though that meant she spent less time with her father – because she couldn’t fathom being a leader. Not yet. Not ever.

People start to approach Keyleth and her father, wanting to greet and thank them for their service to the village – except I didn’t do anything useful – and Keyleth finds herself having to shake hands, smile and nod, and listen to their words of encouragement for her training, condolences for Vilya’s death, and gratitude for Korrin’s efforts in leading them successfully.

“Go ahead and mingle,” Korrin encourages Keyleth, eying a group of teens not too far from them, sitting around a table chatting and drinking tea. 

Keyleth would love for nothing more than to have friends, someone she could hang out with and do normal teen stuff with – like skip lessons and hide in the orchard to drink ale and wine – but she is not a normal teenager. Keyleth tried the “go ahead and mingle” approach before, but she was met with courtesy, for even kids her age know how important she is to the village. They were kind and generous with her, but Keyleth never felt like she belonged with them, not with how overly careful they were with her well-being, always making sure she wouldn’t get injured or avoiding inviting her for normal teenage shenanigans, thinking she was better than them and would not be interested in that. 

Of course, not everything is good. In one of Keyleth’s attempts to make friends a few months before, she tried to join a group of half-elven girls, hoping to “mingle” – as her father puts it – but she was met with scorn and disdain once the girls realized Keyleth wasn’t as experienced as them. Keyleth cried herself to sleep that night. Korrin was worried, but there was nothing he could do for her. He was already so overprotective of his daughter, too afraid to lose the only person left in his life, that Keyleth didn’t want to burden him with her silly teenage girl problems, so she swallowed her pain and pretended nothing had happened.

“No, I’m alright, Dad. I want to stay with you today if that’s okay. I think it would further help me in my training.”

If Korrin sees through her lie, he doesn’t mention it, and Keyleth is glad for it. Although he is overprotective of her, Keyleth knows he is also supportive and will never force her to do something against her will. She might not believe in herself and her capabilities as a leader, but her father sees something in her and believes her to be worthy of the responsibility. So, as Keyleth greets yet another neighbor, she takes solace in knowing that she still has at least five years to learn to believe in herself and to see her worth before she has to go on her own journey. 

[primewritessmut]

The Piggyback Thing

On a little lunch break between patrols, Spidey finds himself unaccountably jealous of... himself. Deadpool is Deadpool, as usual.

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Peter tries to slap Wade’s hand away before he snakes one of Peter’s egg rolls out of his styrofoam takeout box but is a little too late. He watches as Wade tips his head back and demolishes the roll in two massive bites, a smirk tightening his lips.

“I guess your spidey sense doesn’t extend to food.”

Peter scowls, knowing Wade can see it with his mask rolled up over his nose.

“God, it’s like eating with an animal.”

Wade smirks.

“You have your own food, leave mine alone.”

“Yeah,” Wade agrees as he digs into his noodles with some chopsticks, “but I felt like having something long and hard in my mouth and my food didn’t come with egg rolls.”

Wade’s smirk spreads wider as he catches Peter’s eye. The Deadpool mask is pulled all the way off giving Peter a clear few of the bald head, cracked, blistered, and scarred skin, and those milky white eyes that he thought were part of the mask for so long.

“Anyone ever tell you that you have the sense of humor of a middle-schooler?”

“So many people, Webs.”

They eat in silence for awhile, a state that is elusive at best when Peter is spending time with Wade but he can hear the other man chewing next to him and humming happily as he eats. Peter has to hide a smile behind his own bites of food. It really is like eating with a toddler. Or a poorly trained pet.

Wade kicks his legs and they swing away from the edge of the building drawing Peter’s attention back to the holes in the red leather. The color is darker around the flashes of Wade’s skin. Bullet wounds. Blood. Even though Peter can see that the injuries have already closed up, something twists inside him at the idea of Wade being hurt.

“Can you feel it?” Peter stuffs a bit of spicy fried chicken into his mouth as he nods his head toward Wade’s leg.

“Yeah,” Wade’s voice is uncharacteristically serious. “They made it so I could heal and they also made it so that I could feel it. Feel everything.”

Peter tries to imagine what it would feel like to live through some of the injuries he knows that Deadpool has had. Or to feel the wound healing itself, knitting back together faster than humans were meant to experience.

One glance at Wade tells Peter that he needs to change the subject. Wade is usually like solar radiation, sunny and a bit dangerous, and Peter doesn’t like seeing that light dimmed even when it threatens to burn him. He fishes into his suit and pulls out his phone, logging in before Wade can see the picture on his lock screen.

“Seen any good cat videos, lately?”

Peter waggles the phone in Wade’s direction happy to see the cloud over Wade’s head dissipate. He scoots closer on the ledge until their bodies touch from hip to knee and starts tapping at Peter’s phone.

“No, but I heard your boss had an embarrassing press conference and I’ve been dying to watch.”

Peter can feel heat sear up his neck and into his cheeks. Sometimes he’s not great at the PR stuff and the talking to reporters stuff and he chokes. Yesterday was one of those days. It definitely rivaled the ‘amasscot’ incident and the news has been shredding him up about it for the last 24 hours.

“I don’t think it was that embarrassing,” Peter mumbles.

“I heard he took a nose dive off the stage. Missed the stairs completely. The whole absent-minded professor thing.”

Wade must find what he’s looking for because a video expands over the entire phone screen and Peter can see himself standing behind a podium heavy with media mics answering questions about a rumored partnership with Stark Industries. He tries not to be critical of his baby face or the less than confident sound of his voice. It had been a surprise press conference and he didn’t have time to get briefed. He hates being put on the spot.

The Peter on the screen tugs at his tie, then his collar before giving a fake smile to the assembled reporters and thanking them for coming. On-screen Peter turns and strides confidently toward the edge of the stage before walking directly off of it. Wade was right; he missed the stairs.

Sometimes, when you’re in such a hurry to get away, you miss that the exit isn’t ideal.

Peter can’t keep the groan from escaping as he watches himself pitch off the edge of the impromptu stage. He couldn’t even catch himself because no human with a normal reaction time would have been able to. So embarrassing.

“Jesus,” Wade laughs. “Don’t tell anyone I said this, Spides, but your boss is kind of hot. I’m into this whole bumbling nerd vibe he’s got going on.”

“Wade…”

Deadpool’s head tilts slightly to get a better view of the video, where CEO Peter has popped back to his feet and is dusting off his jacket, and Peter can see Wade’s forehead scrunch out of the corner of his eyes.

“He really fills out that suit, too, doesn’t he? How does a lab jockey CEO get an ass like that?”

“Wade.”

“Have you two ever…” Wade does a gesture with chopsticks that Peter doesn’t completely understand but can tell is vulgar. “Because I would love to be a fly on the wall for that. Or, you know, a full participant. Whatever. I’m flexible.”

“Wade. Stop.”

“I don’t mean that literally, Webs. I’m not literally flexible. But mentally…? Morally? I’m like Gumby over here.”

Peter presses the button that makes the phone’s screen go dark and tucks it back into his suit.

“You’re reprehensible. That’s m— my boss.”

“Awwww. Jealous, Webs?”

Peter turns away, looking out over the buildings in front of them, and tries to parse through Wade’s question. Is he jealous? No. Surely not. This is just a reaction to having someone he kind of, almost considers a friend watching him do something wildly embarrassing.

Except he doesn’t know it’s me.

Peter can’t decide if that makes it better or worse.

Wade leans over and nudges Peter with his shoulder while shoving another bite of noodles into his mouth.

“Donf wrry. Ony spibs fur yo.”

“What?”

Wade swallows and Peter studiously ignores the movement of Wade’s throat as it happens.

“I said not to worry, Spidey Cakes. I’ve only got eyes for you.”

“Whatever.”

Peter sets his styrofoam container behind him and pulls his mask down to hide the blush currently trying to take over his face. It’s not like he wants Deadpool to only have eyes for him. It’s not like he cares what (or who) Deadpool does in his spare time.

He doesn’t.

Keep telling yourself that, Parker.

“Whatever,” he repeats, rolling off the ledge and pushing back to his feet. “Are you done? We have patrols to finish.”

“Do we get to do the piggyback thing?”

Peter glances over at Wade who’s staring up at him with an excited look on his face. Maybe it crosses Peter’s mind for a second to scoop Deadpool up like a puppy and cuddle him close. Or let him climb onto Peter’s back so he can feel the length of Wade against him.

No.

Stop it.

Be strong, Peter.

“Nah,” Peter replies. “You’ll have to run and jump.”

He sends out a length of webbing to a building across the way and leaps over the edge of the place they sat for lunch. But he still hears Wade behind him as he goes.

“Rude, Webs. I’m still not sorry for what I said about your boss’s ass, though. It’s fucking fantastic.”

——————————————

Wade watches Spidey swing away from him, a sight he gets more and more used to even as he hates it.

[Speaking of fucking fantastic asses…]

[I hate to see you go, Webs, but I love to watch you swing away.]

He climbs to his feet, testing his leg even though he knows that it’s had plenty of time to heal. He gathers the takeout trash into one of the plastic bags and drops it over the side of the building into the open dumpster along the back.

It takes a few mediocre stretches and some bouncing on his toes before Spidey swings back up to the building, landing gracefully as ever in front of Wade.

[Gotcha, baby boy.]

“Fine. I’ll give you a ride but keep your mouth shut.”

“You and I both know that isn’t going to happen, Websy.”

An irritated growl leaves Spidey and Wade’s dick perks up.

[Bad dick. If we’re going to get a ride you can’t be stabbing The Amazing Spider-man in the spine.]

Spidey turns his back to Wade, giving him another view of that fucking fantastic ass.

“Just get on.”

Wade uses his hands on Spidey’s shoulders as leverage to hop up and wrap his legs around the other man’s trim waist. He drapes his arms over Spider-man’s shoulder and hooks his chin to the side of Spidey’s head.

“Say what you want, Arachnophobia. I think you like my legs around your waist.”

Another irritated sound leaves Spidey and Wade can feel its vibration where his hands are against Spidey’s chest.

[Bad dick. Down boy.]

“There are so many things wrong with that sentence I don’t even know where to start.”

Before Wade can tell Spidey exactly where he should start, he’s jumping over the edge of the building and swinging them above the street.

“Hey, Webs, are you a member of the mile—”

“Shut up, Wade.”

Wade can’t keep the smile off his face.

[Damn. That growl is something.]

[zhaozaipalooza]

“Untitled”

- just like Ozai before he took the line of inheritance into his own hands 😭 also because this is like 38% written

✨ a dash of the ex-mod’s Zhaozai brainrot, for you!

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Wanting a taste of the inlaid carvings that spanned entire halls in his youth - though subtle went by another name for royals, it was since removed - he bound up his hair, solicited a night guard who was about his height and build, and slipped onto the next ship due for… Wulong.

Something about a great weapon the enemy had used to sink a ship. Something about rocks that shuddered to life as if setting foot there in red and black colors roused Kyoshi’s wrath itself. Most such details were trivial when the only knowledge factored into Prince Ozai’s choice and timing was… well.

Someone.

Subtle, love. It made stupid, sunny grins of a face taught to resemble porcelain. How could that be?

For the week’s charted course before landfall, the young royal watched from behind the long shadows of his helmet. He retired quietly to his quarters, and he changed under the covers. There were any of a dozen things Ozai had prepared for, and some not nearly enough: the smells, for one thing. Food whose only redeeming quality was its warmth. His mother had told him, once, that they would win the war because only their men could afford a hot meal. He’d never understood; he still didn’t.

Strangely, the abuse of spit in his face and extra hours scrubbing a surface spotless was familiar. Ozai managed to keep his head out of business that wasn’t his (when, rightfully, every business fell under his) … until the bow was gliding past Crescent Island.

He came closest to upsetting the image of quiet, doe-eyed pushover Qin Duyi - well taken care of back on the mainlaid, rest assured - when the dark spot on the horizon finally vanished. Ozai laughed with triumphant joy. As if the sun rose and set only for him.

And of course, eventually - he was found out.

Dragged by the arm behind the safety of a winding trunk, dazed and smiling, as rocks hammered the harsh carve of the terrain.

He’d followed formation closely, until thrill-seeking took over and he made vain and vicious progress on the front. The survivors’ toast to Qin that night was imminent, and the enemy showed signs of retreat… and… what happened?

The helmet was pried from his head to assess the damage. As if the dent in the metal wasn’t telling enough. A stream bubbled from his temple. Ozai focused in and out of the horrified face above him, and gave a snort.

“This was… on my father’s map. A little flag stood for this battle. H-ow come you’re so tiny to him?”

Somewhere a boulder burst into shards. Fire stretched the caress of its rosy fingers into a black sky. “What were you thinking?”

“You’re not tiny to me.”

Ah. That’s right.

He’d stepped into the warpath on his behalf, thinking he wasn’t aware of the chunk of cliff sailing towards him. But Zhao knew. Always.

He knew a lot, damn him. The line he tread between frighteningly clever and incurably dense made it impossible to know the real soldier. At any time, he flummoxed the court or lost a round of Fire, Water, Earth against a group of children.

“Hold on. Just- stay here!”

The prince reached weakly for the tail end of a shadow. Within moments of it returning, a bruising pressure lugged him from the center of chaos. Ozai thought he might get drunk off the sound of near victory… He thought he should kiss him. The prince fumbled along a chin. It yanked out of his grasp.

“Stupid-” Reckless, hare-brained, the biggest idiot for a thousand leagues…

Well, that made two of them.

Ozai came to. Staring into a cloud.

Gauzy cloth, stuffed under a thick bandage. His hand was swatted from touching an itch - and Zhao was glaring.

“They wanted you to give a speech.”

The royal smiled.

“I told them you got your fucking head taken off.”

… He got the sense that his friend was upset.

Ozai had catalogued the preventable extent of his anger. The pounding in his head kept him from identifying which stage they were in… Certainly a late one. Possibly toeing a line.

“They still think you’re that idiot Qin Duyi. Imagine. Imagine having to tell them the prince’s head rolled onto my foot, like a beach ball.”

They were a ways away from camp. Out of shouting distance, he deduced - which for Zhao’s capacity was quite large. “Such little faith. I’m still here, aren’t I?” Ozai traced the evening shadows cast under the trees. The motion was soothing. “It was one battle. I wanted a taste. A phoenix has two lives, doesn’t it?”

Yes, you’re here. Yes, two. As if prompting an unconscious affirmation, twice in a row, distracted him from the sheer odds that left him here. Intact. Breathing. Wanting to tangle hands and pull him close - so would you let me already?

Yes.

“No.”

…

…

(Whoops!

This is where Ray hit a Block known commonly by writers as the Ole “☹️😫😫😞🤬” and never got to finish! The rest is up to your imagination… and DO be generous with Ozai’s ability to make enough promises for Zhao to calm down before snatching up the kisses he’d been craving~

THANK YOU AGAIN for such a bangin’ event! And happy basking in the afterglow 😎)