#but i encourage all of you to try out some variation of this team it's fun i swear LMAO

[hydrodragons]

in honour of my beloved albedo's birthday im showcasing my personal favourite team of his which is double geo spread (i swear it works its fun pls try)

[undeadcannibal]

141 team +könig with reader that scratches at their arms and neck till they bleed please:]

Summary: How Task Force 141 and  would react to a Reader that scratches at their arms or neck.

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and König

Warnings: mentions of scratching, etc.

A/N:  I got you, Anon. Spent my adolescent years struggling with that T-T Hopefully you enjoy! And as always, thank you for the request! <3 I tried giving everyone a bit of a different reason as to why just for a bit of variation. I hope that is alright. c:  ( Gif credit: xxx )

Gaz―

He catches you in the middle of relieving the itchiness of your forearms, taking a moment to realize what's going on before he tries to encourage you to stop in a calm and soft manner. 

He won't freak out, he'll just ask what's up, really just wants to ensure you're okay overall. 

Much like John, he won't pry for an answer if you truly don't want to give one, buuuut that doesn't mean he'd stop worrying about you. 

You mention that it's nothing too serious, it's unfortunately something you resort to in times of major stress. 

He doesn't pretend to understand what you deal with, but he's there to help regardless. 

Personally, he likes helping you take care of yourself. He won't hold it against you if you can't help but give in to scratching. 

Let him patch you up so he can tell you jokes or stories to distract you from thinking about everything, even if only for a little while. 

Soft but calloused hands drifting up your forearms carefully, making sure not to hurt you too much as he helps clean and patch you up. 

Do well and he says he'll give you a kiss as a reward for good behavior~ 

Ghost―

He notices something's up quickly. Whether you prefer to hide the marks of not, he wastes little time in asking you about it. 

He'll bring it up when the two of you are alone, or are at least out of earshot of anyone else. He won't want to embarrass you, but he'll be curious. 

I think Simon would ask a lot of questions at first: "What happened?" "Why do you have the impulse?" and "…Does it hurt?" or "Does it bother you much?" because he'd want to know why before helping. 

You mention that you struggle with allergies a lot, and in turn, sometimes don't realize just how bad it's gotten until it's too late. 

Unfortunately, the entire insides of your forearms suffer the most and as a result, are covered in large patches of scabs from previous bouts of itchiness. 

He wouldn't have noticed it had you not needed to pull up the sleeves of your shirt, revealing them to him. 

After you give him your answer, he won't say much, but I can see him silently telling you to stay put. He disappears only to return with a first-aid kit. 

While he might not fully understand what you're dealing with, he does help care for your wounds and patches you up. Even reminding you to change the bandages daily just in case you need a reminder. 

He might not be the best at helping heal others, but he does try to be there for you in his own ways. 

Price―

The first time he notices the marks on your neck, his eyes are widening and his jaw is clenching, numerous conflicting emotions rushing through him all at once. 

At first, he's unsure of the best approach for you, but eventually decides to just calmly ask you the next time the two of you are alone. 

Price doesn't want to pry -- he won't force an answer out of you if you haven't told him on your own time. So, he simply asks if he can help. 

If you choose to let him, he'll sweetly - and silently - tend to your neck and recommend some personal remedies since he's had many types of wounds over the years. He likes to joke that at his age, he's got an answer for everything. 

If you do decide to let him in, he's all ears: listening to you without adding in any unnecessary comments. Waiting until you explain that you struggle with a skin condition - have since you were born - and when the weather changes, that can be the worst for it at times. Sending you into a fit of resisting and giving in when you can no longer bear it. 

Like Soap, after he hears this, he does his best to try and help you. Whether that's gently reminding you to resist scratching as much as possible, or helping you care for it afterward. It doesn't matter. 

John just wants to help. 

Ooh, also asks if you'd like to borrow one of his scarves, just in case you'd like to cover up. If not, he doesn't take it personally. 

Soap―

At first, I can see him thinking the marks are possibly hickeys from afar. Once he realizes that its actually marks from you scratching at your neck, he's quick to apologize for his assumption. 

Afterwards, he'll soften his approach. Speaking quietly to you, bringing you somewhere where the two of you can have a private conversation over things. 

Like Simon, he's a curious man. He just wants to understand why. Though, he'll also understand if it's something you're not comfortable discussing. 

You mention it's a horrible habit you've struggled to break throughout the years, but even so, you're working on it. 

Either way, he just wants to make sure you're okay.

He helps patch you up if you allow him to. 

After he makes sure you're taken care of and tended to, I can see him wanting to help distract you if he can as well. 

He'll make sure the two of you do something that will help you keep your hands occupied with tasks. 

When he can, he helps keep you too busy to scratch, if he can help it, and if you're willing to put up with him. 

Please do, he just wants to be a sweet and helpful man~ 

König―

His eyes widen when he catches sight of the marks on your neck. At first, he's worried someone else hurt you and frankly, is out. For. Blood. Until you explain otherwise. 

If you choose to let him in as to why you scratch, he'll nod silently, letting you know he understands. 

If you let him know that the marks on your neck are from you scratching - for numerous reasons you don't delve into - König is silent for a while. Taking in everything you mentioned before nodding quietly. 

He doesn't get upset or hold it against you. 

Similar to Ghost, I personally see him as the strong and silent type during moments like this. 

His anxiety makes him worry and overthink any response that comes to mind, so he ends up not saying anything. Afraid that he'll say the wrong thing and accidentally offend you. 

Still, despite the silence, you can tell he means well. 

His large hands are a bit rough from years of warfare but even so, he touches you so gently that you barely even notice. Or care for that matter. 

Allowing him to tend to your wounds helps the both of you; it reassures you that he cares about you in his own ways. And, he likes being able to care for you, even if he can't really help stop you from scratching at your own skin. 

Really, he just likes to be as helpful as he can possibly be.

[mashounen1945]

A poll for Rouge the Bat fans (and Sonic fans in general)

I just wanna do a little... "thought experiment", if you will.

Feel free to vote and reblog this poll so it reaches more people, as well as going into more detail in case you chose Option 3.

[After the Read More, I've added some summarized arguments in favour of each of the first two options.]

I've seen people making some variation of the following arguments for both options (I apologize in advance if they feel rushed, I tried not to make this a massive wall of text):

Some who assign more blame to SEGA/ST pointed out Rouge's 3D model in Sonic Adventure 2 having The Physics™ and generally looking even more provocative than the official art made by Yūji Uekawa, which would prove that SEGA/ST were fully aware of what they were doing with/to the character and shouldn't be neither surprised nor offended by all the... interesting Rouge fanart because "they had it coming". Her treatment by SEGA/ST story-wise in other appearances of the character after SA2 is sometimes compared to Samus Aran's treatment by Yoshio Sakamoto around the time Metroid: Other M was released (and the way Nintendo at large treated her when she debuted in Super Smash Bros. Brawl and re-appeared in Smash 4).

Meanwhile, others are more inclined to hold fans responsible for this. They point out that people who would be "sexy" according to society's beauty standards/conventions should just be seen as normal instead of being so blatantly objectified, in the same way that people who don't conform to those same beauty standards and are therefore labelled "ugly" (or merely "average" or "uninteresting" or "not really noteworthy") should be treated as actual human beings; as for when other fans respond to this trend by trying to convince everyone else of de-sexualizing Rouge, that would actually be a knee-jerk reaction from people with rather puritanical morals. They also posit that SEGA/ST designing Rouge like that might actually be genius and something they did on purpose, because it "challenges" the audience's preconceived ideas, makes them think whether or not their reaction to Rouge's figure is actually okay, and encourages them to unlearn some toxic behaviour when interacting with women in real life. As for the comparisons with Samus Aran, they draw a different comparison between some Sonic fans' attempts at de-sexualizing Rouge and some extreme reactions to Metroid: Other M where fans would try to make Samus less feminine in an attempt to fix the damage done by Other M; they point out that Rouge is still badass, smart and competent at her job while being sexy, in the same way that Samus was always meant to be simultaneously sexy and badass ever since the Metroid series started back in 1986, and people (both those being horny for Rouge and those trying to stop others from being horny for Rouge) should learn that –as someone else has succinctly put it– "Being attractive does not devalue as a person".

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Lisa Selin Davis

Published: Jul 5, 2023

“Have you seen the latest study?” the psychologist asked me. 

I had called Dr. Ken Zucker, a man who had spent decades working with children and young people with gender dysphoria, to talk to him about the history of that diagnosis. I wanted to know who got to decide when something was a variation versus a deviation; who got to decide when a way of being gendered in the world was abnormal, and required treatment. 

By this time, I’d been writing about gender issues full time for about four years, since I published an op-ed in The New York Times about people assuming my masculine daughter was transgender and required social transition. Why, I asked, would we create so much meaning from a child rejecting the gender role associated with her sex? Isn’t that what GenX kids like me, reared with the soundtrack of Free to Be, You and Me, were raised to do?

The op-ed was supported by many, but vociferously objected to by some who accused me of transphobia. I was shocked and stung by that reaction. In the piece I said that I supported trans kids, but wanted to encourage children to explore both sides of the pink/blue divide without it reflecting on their identities—how could that be hateful? I reached out to some of my detractors to ask them to explain their views to me, and perhaps because I put in the subject line “What I got wrong,” some of them—including very prominent trans activists—agreed to do so.

I won’t name him, but one person who’d written a response to my piece, which had also gone viral, was a lawyer for an influential non-profit law group. He spent an hour-and-a-half at a coffee shop in the Financial District explaining to me that nuanced arguments like mine were dangerous. Deviating from the script, he said, always provided fodder for the right wing that wanted to oppress trans people and take away their rights and healthcare. Indeed, to my shock, Breitbart had written about my piece as an example of “slamming transgender ideology.” And Laura Ingraham’s people had reached out to me to appear on her show, even though I was clearly a full-throttle liberal. This confused and frightened me. I didn’t want to play for the other team. 

Others reached out to me, too, including a healthcare lawyer, and lesbian, who lived in my neighborhood. We met for coffee, and she explained the issue from her point of view: pharmaceutical companies were conducting experiments on gay kids. Though it sounded too wild to be true, ringing of conspiracy theory, her idea dislodged some doubt inside me. Two years before, a friend of mine had made a documentary about trans kids. I’d said to her at the time, “Why do they all seem gay?”

I powered through my doubts, writing a book about gender nonconforming girls, trying to represent diverse points of view in the project. Well, some diverse points of view. My friend who’d written a book about trans teens five years before told me that I should never mention detransitioners; I’m sad to say I took this advice to heart. It was too dangerous for trans people, she said, and I didn’t want to make life any worse for people struggling to be understood and accepted. 

Still, I questioned why so many of the people identifying as trans seemed to be rooting their identities in stereotypes. I was nuanced, but not in a way that could excite Tucker Carlson. I knew, like so many people, that something was wrong with the increasingly pervasive narrative about trans kids. I just didn’t have the knowledge and the language to articulate it. (This is something many people identifying as trans also say: they had a feeling. They didn’t have information, or a name.)

Then, almost a year after my book was published, I called Dr. Zucker. He showed me the study, and it was then I knew I’d allowed myself to be captured. The study followed young boys with gender dysphoria over a 15-year period. Almost 90 percent of boys desisted during or after puberty—that is, their gender dysphoria subsided. And almost 70 percent of them were bisexual or gay. Left alone, and not socially transitioned, almost all young kids now labeled as trans would not grow up to identify that way, and most would be same-sex attracted. The only time the media mentions this and the other studies with similar results is to discount them. Kids are routinely taught that gender and sexuality are not connected, but in fact, they are deeply intertwined.

From that moment of awakening, I allowed myself to look at the mountains of disruptive evidence that I had blinded myself to in years before. Once I saw it, I couldn’t look away. The mainstream media narrative about conversion therapy, detransitioners, puberty blockers, trans kids—it’s all deeply distorted and leaves out information that every person—especially every gender dysphoric kid and parent of one—deserves to know. 

One reason so many gay and lesbian adults are concerned about the medical treatment of gender dysphoric youth is that they experienced that condition as children. Like so many, they grew out of it, and later identified as gay. There is overlap between childhood GD, and childhood gender nonconformity, and later homosexuality; thus they see these medical interventions as a kind of conversion therapy. The media and medical community’s refusal to acknowledge that has left a generation misinformed. The left wing, and especially the left and center press, have gotten this story very, very wrong.

Perhaps the most shocking thing I learned is that the medical protocol used to “liberate” trans kids is the same protocol once used to treat or cure homosexuality, and still used to chemically castrate sex offenders. What if every brochure, every children’s hospital gender clinic website, every activist organization, led with that fact? Would more of us wake up, and faster? Would more of us covert to be on the side of evidence, truth, and nuance, rather than thought-terminating clichés? 

Let’s find out, shall we? Let’s inform people on the left properly, and see if we can push past the culture war to do what’s best for kids.

==

More successful at "fixing" gay kids than the Xian Right ever was.

[canary0]

July 20th - Dracula 2023

Dr. Seward’s Diary

After extensive therapy and interviews, encouraged by increased time outdoors, I have confirmed my thought and the root of Renfield’s delusion. His care team and I have made an effort to express no judgment on this belief, so he’s opened up more about it. Unfortunately, it proves to be a tough one.

Essentially, he believes a variation in a belief that every culture I can think of has subscribed to at one time or another – that by consuming something, one can take on aspects of its nature. The idea was the basis of much of medieval English “medicine”, to give one example.

In Renfield’s case, he believes that animals contain “life” – some ephemeral sort of vitality in a semi-mystical sense, not a practical measure of energy. He’s educated enough to know that energy is lost as one goes up the food chain. While it’s not a belief that makes factual sense, it makes intuitive sense on a deep level to most people. After all, don’t we still use the phrase, “You are what you eat” as an urging to choose healthy food?

Hence the difficulty in dislodging the belief – it’s very intuitively logical, and Renfield himself is extremely serious about it, the way one might be serious about a religious belief. This explains his distress at finding himself losing sight of it when on medication – it would be like someone discovering they’ve lapsed in their faith and resuming it afterward with more fervor.

After a meeting this afternoon, we decided that we should try to integrate the medicine into this delusion at first, and then draw him away from it and encourage other interests as they emerge. Wean him, essentially, from the belief. It’s a bit of a magic feather solution, I admit, but we agreed that the chance of helping him recover is worth the attempt. Speaking frankly in this diary, I don’t think it will put him in a worse position. As it is, the eventual escalation up the food chain has a logical end point I don’t want to think about. His family has been vague to say the least, but I suspect it may have something to do with what landed him here in the first place.

–

He took the medicine this time, thank goodness. The nurse made sure he swallowed properly. We used a red capsule for the formulation and explained that it was “infused” with life from a lab rat. Never mind that we don’t have rats or do any sort of experimentation here, on animals or not. The belief is what matters at the moment.

He was suspicious, but the gift of a spider, which he wanted to keep, but decided to consume when he found out he wouldn’t be getting food for it, he took the meds.

Thank God.

He responded well to medication quite quickly before, so I have high hopes that we won’t have to continue taking this approach for long.

(A/N: Dr. Seward is also totally off the rails, but he went there REAL early on, since there's no way anyone would tolerate his Victorian Medicine-ass antics today. Even this is kinda questionable, which I did want to clarify that I recognize before we go too far. Seward's still a bit of a questionable dude.)

[aflyingbrickington]

With Bloodhunt's development ending, I have thoughts and feedback.

First off I really enjoy playing it. Played since Beta, only stopped because I was sick. Only BR game that could keep my attention. But saying that, I can see why it wasn't going to last. There were some pretty seriously bad decisions made that I believe is why it didn't last 2 years.

They signed an exculsivity deal to only be on Playsation and PC. That has got to be the most braindead decision for any free to play game, let alone a Battle Royale. Sure it's mostly branding these days, but Xbox players LOVE battle royale games and shooters in general while Playstation is more known for RPGs. Whatever they were paid for that deal, it was nowhere near enough.

Dispite claiming to be tough on cheaters, they pretty much ignored reports if the cheater was a streamer. It got to the point where most of the "Inner Circle" (their creator program) were blantantly aimbotting, wall hacking or just shooting through walls. They eventually cleared them out but it was too little too late.

Speaking of the Inner Circle, the requirements were frankly ridiculous. They set it up as a ranked system with the highest requiring 1000+ viewers and streaming Bloodhunt 8 hours per week or making 3 "high quality" videos. I'm sorry but that is a huge ask for any creator. The top 1% of Twitch get on average of 50 viewers on a good day. Also there was rarely any new content for the game so good luck making relevant "high quality" videos every week.

Twitch drops were tied to this system too. Making it frankly annoying trying to find what creators had drops. Many Free-to-Play games have open drops to attract new players and encourage people to stream it.

As for monetization, they went all in on Battle Passes. With very few "good" items and mostly Xp boosters. There is a Item Store but it only had 4 items at a time. So good luck if you wanted any good eye or hair colours. The passes were also very long for the amount of time given, requiring players to play 4-5 rounds per day. While not seeming like much, it becomes very easy to fall behind if you didn't play every day.

Finding a game was my biggest nightmare. Outside of North America or EU West, servers are pretty dead most of the time. There is no option to pick a server and many players just use a VPN to play on an active one, compounding the problem. It was an issue in Beta and only got fixed after they added bots to fill lobbies dispite them saying multiple times that it was fixed and you'll be able to get games.

In Beta you could earn the Premium currency (in very small amounts) from daily missions. A great system. However it was removed for realease. In game items are very expensive compaired to many Free-to-play games. Many games do this to make it feel like your earning something and insentivise people for playing.

They added Team Deathmatch since the only modes were Solo/Trios and Solo ranked. But without private games and modes like King of the Hill and Point Control, I can see why players get bored quickly. There's some variation but not a lot between rounds, which is why most players will do their dailies and just call it there.

The game is good, it's just plagued by poor management. Hopefully Paradox scoops it up or enough people continue playing to justify Sharkmob picking up development again. I'm probably going to play a little when I can.

[askthepokemutants]

Mewtwo: [Care to explain what I might experience?]

Reid: [Well... his attacks hit extremely hard... not sure how else to describe it...]

Vris: [He also healed completely from Reid’s unique variations of Shadow Moves...]

Speara: [That’s... new...]

Entei: [And with the ability to “Clease” Shadow Pokemon with the same aggressive force as Celebi, could be pretty deadly if used with far too much force... in theory at least, hrm...]

Hikari: [This “Strident King” sounds more like the big villain of some Human’s fanatical stories, the ones they make into books... feels like Dark was underselling them somehow...]

Cecil: [Right? I’m glad I’m not alone here...]

Entei: [And if this is the kind of force we’re dealing with and they’re on some bizarre warpath... it’s best to answer this “question” being asked of you two.]

Vris: [I still have no idea what that’s all about...]

Reid: [Yeah... my memories of the past aren’t really... focused at the moment...]

Entei: [Then allow me to focus them, since we’d like to avoid a Mew with the power of creation going wild: It, presumably, has something to do with one of your many fights with Team Machine...]

Reid: [Do YOU know what he wants?]

Entei: [Unfortunately, this is a... guess... If Celebi were here, I’d imagine they’d tell you to figure it out on your own... so I will do the same.]

Vris: [... Uh-huh...]

Entei: [I will say no more... unless you wish to challenge me-]

Lugia: [Stop that you old fool!]

Entei: [Humph.]

Gareth: [... Despite everything I’ve heard about Rteddy... for some reason I’d rather deal with that over King right now...]

Mewtwo: [Thanks for your encouragement.]

Raikou: [Sorry to interrupt this train of thought, but, what happened to Koko?]

Reid: [And what or who is that..?]

Vris: [That weird-looking thing that tried to fight with Rteddy?]

Raikou: [It’s wise to say that in terms of raw power, the Tapu have us beat to some degree.]

Reid: [Rteddy was able to push them back...]

Entei: [There are four Tapu, and their power comes from their homeland, when at full strength, from my understanding, they can become massive, humanoid, beings the size of titans.]

Vris: [And why didn’t they do that...?]

Mewtwo: [I assume we’d like the lingering bit of green in Orre to survive the wrath of a regional “deity”...]

Faril: [So... these Tapu things could lay waste to everything?]

Lugia: [Apparently?]

Mewtwo: [Make them angry enough, sure. An entire town in Alola was left in ruins because their faith faltered in one of the Tapu... or so I was told. They also fight with beings from another dimension entirely that... probably would make Rteddy look... tame... or so I’m told...]

Vris: [Then... let’s leave them to deal with Rteddy...]

Reid: [A-agreed...]

Mewtwo: [Hmm... anyway, I don’t think I can ignore the Mew in the sky here any longer... plus I doubt your ‘kid’ is able to understand why every single adult just stopped talking all of a sudden. Good luck.]

Lugia: [I’ll be in touch~]

Faril: [Like hell you wil-] Damn it!

Vris: ... Ugh.

Royo: ???

Reid: Okay-

Hikari: I have an egg to worry about... not even going to try and process this in detail right now.

Speara: Would anything we learned even be of use? No one’s willing to directly deal with Rteddy, the Strident King seems to have grown stronger and I feel like we’re still missing something.

Faril: Hmm... [Care to fill them in on the “end of the world” bit?]

Reid: Riight... [No.]

Cecil: Sounds like the Strident King is just... bad? Hah... I’ll focus on treasure hunting and rescuing eggs...? Yeah... I don’t think Ian and Qui’ll even believe this...! Plus... yeah, not touching the weird magic doll monster... no way.

Vris: That “hint” Entei gave is.. useless... if we can’t figure it out and he shows up again... then what?? If we shouldn’t fight him-then what???

Raikou: Talk? There’s something important that Mew wants from you, you know this.

Hikari: Since when has talking ever worked for any of us?

Speara: ... Hmm...

Vris: Feh...

Faril: Suddenly my face hurts...

Reid: H-Hahah...

Cecil: Hmmhmmm~

Raikou: No comment?

Cecil: No, just happy to be here. Besides, these problems seem... insurmountable right now, but I’m sure there’s a solution to everything, hmm~?

Hikari: ... If there is, I’m too tired to figure it out.

Vris: I can agree there...

Reid: ... Yeah...

Raikou: You should check on your injuries anyway, and take the chance to understand the “Mew’s question” situation... do either of you know where to start?

Reid & Vris: No...

Hikari: Damn it all...

Speara: Ah...

Cecil: They’ve had a lot of run-ins with Team Machine... just from the stories I’ve heard... h-hahah...

Speara: Remembering which specific event King’s possibly asking about isn’t going to be... easy...

Vris: Oh no... really? Thanks queen obvious...

Speara: Humph...

Vris: Humph....

Reid: Let’s... not fight here... please?

Faril: That’s rich, coming from you, Reid...

Reid: If this is about your eye again, I said I’m sorry-

Faril: Sorry doesn’t grow a new eye!!

Cecil: ... D-do I want to-

Hikari: Reid and Vris have a history of maiming people...

Cecil: Aaah... fair enough~

Hikari: You think that’s “cool”... don’t you...?

Cecil: ... ... ... No-

Hikari: Uuugh...

Raikou: I believe I will take my leave... being here is making me very uncomfortable... a past life isn’t too... pleased to be here...

Hikari: They’re all distracted... so, take care wherever you’re going... safe to assume you Legends won’t interfere much more, right?

Raikou: Considering we’ve likely turned humanity against most of us... we may become closer than you think... however... I’m not too eager to deal with this... “Rteddy” creature...

Hikari: ... ... Fair enough.

@ask-the-shadow-pokemon​​

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Days 37 and 38 - Charcot and Sims Islands - and more

Charcot Island

Day 37, Saturday, 21 January 2023

I took a sleeping pill and slept like a baby until 5.30 – wonderful not to be up half a dozen times during the night coughing my lungs out.  We woke up properly with a cuppa at a bit after 7 am and threw back the curtains to see a seemingly never-ending low dome of snow glinting in the sunshine half a league ahead. Stunningly beautiful and reaching as far as we could see ahead of us.  It was the northern end of Charcot Island but it took a while to figure out what it was. We were sailing into a huge bay and it took us a couple of hours, following the western coast to the ‘end’ of the bay, before turning around and following the north and west coast out of the bay and thence due south for the rest of the day.

I saw four species of bird during breakfast – the stunning black and white Cape Petrel (unmistakeable), the snowy white Snow Petrel (so beautiful and surprisingly common down here - easily the most common bird we see on board), the dramatic and obliging Antarctic Petrel (our third sighting ever, but much better because it glided gently past our window twice as we sat there) and the lovely Soft-plumaged Petrel (a lifer for us and another very obliging bird that flew parallel with us outside the window three times, once very close to ensure we could see every detail and make the identification absolute!).  A pretty exciting breakfast!

We spent a couple of hours in the Observation Lounge and the Bridge, sailing through clear water, then through many square kilometres or brash with one or two seals on every growler big enough to hold them.  There were Snow Petrels everywhere and quite a few dainty Wilson’s Storm-petrels – probably both outnumbered by the dozens of seals.  The scenery was spectacular, with ice and mountains on every side as we sailed slowly along the coast of the bay until we reached the end and turned to follow the other side of the bay back into open water.  There is not a lot of value in trying to explain it – you simply have to be there to enjoy the majesty, the grandeur, the beauty, the isolation, the mammoth proportions……..  I will desist but…….!

There was a call late in the morning that a pod of whales had been seen so we rushed out to see them.  Nada!  Absolutely nothing.  Maybe someone saw a blow, but equally, someone may just have been encouraging us to get out for some exercise instead of lazing around in our cabins.  An hour later, there was another call and we did see a couple of distant blows from the Observation Lounge, but we then had a wall of Ponant jackets in front of us as people crowded along the deck in front of the Lounge and we couldn’t see anything between their legs.  But then, we have seen plenty of whales before so decided that lunch was a better option.

We ate lunch in the Snackery – on the aft deck, just outside the restaurant where we usually dine.  It is a bit more casual and has a different range of food, mainly fast food, some of which they will cook for you on the spot – hamburgers, etc. We had crumbed prawns, home-made spring rolls and arancini balls on the outer deck – then went right back for another delicious dose with a few variations this time.  It was a bit cold out there – it certainly chilled our white wine (as much booze as you want all day and night, all included on this ship) – but most of the seats are heated (even all the deck seating it heated - perhaps too much so) and there are perspex wind shields around most of them, so we enjoyed the solitude and the food in comfort, while the ship zigzagged around chasing the whales that I assume everyone else enjoyed instead.

I worked on my blog and photos for a couple of hours and then went down for a one-on-one session with one of the two professional photographers on the expedition team.  I picked up a few tips, probably enough to encourage me to explore a few more of the trillion features of my great new camera.

Our Expedition Leader gave a great lecture about Charcot (a little about the father, a lot about the son, for whom our ship is named).  She is a passionate Charcot aficionado and had lots of interesting snippets about him and his achievements as well as some anecdotes about her own contact with the family. The lecture was delayed because everyone was outside photographing a massive iceberg a couple of hundred metres away. The Captain said it was ninety metres high and it looked every inch of it.  Due to the lateness, the recap was deferred and we just had a short briefing about the plans for tomorrow.  It sounds exciting.

I went down to a concert in the mid-evening. There is a Colombian pianist as part of the team who tinkles away a lot on the electric piano in the Observation Lounge and it is quite delightful, but she is also a concert pianist and she performed a great classical concert.  Heather was tired and didn’t come with me, but I was keen and enjoyed it immensely. It was a mixture of a few very well-known pieces, a few lesser-known ones, and one that was her own composition – all really wonderful music.

 There are also at least two more musicians on the team (I think more) - one that plays guitar and sax and another who is a whiz on his electric harp.

Sims Island - and more

Day 38, Sunday, 22 January 2023

What a day it was!  I slept like a baby again – without any chemical assistance – and could have slept even longer.  But we were up reasonably early because we were making a landing a bit after 9.30. We were in the Carroll Inlet surrounded by ice of every description, including mile after mile of stunning ice-cliffs twenty or thirty metres high.  In the middle of all the snowy white, we made for the black monolith of Sims Island, the massive plug of an ancient volcano and now the home of 15,000 breeding pairs of Adelie Penguins.  It was a beautiful sunny day although the wind was pretty biting.  

We were ferried to the shore by zodiac and made a slightly challenging wet landing with seals and Adelies everywhere.  The seals were mainly Crabeaters that didn’t even raise an eyebrow when we walked past and there were penguins everywhere, as fascinated by the strange human creatures as we were of them.  There were lots of skuas around, including some sitting on their own eggs.  They appeared to be all South Polar Skuas although I thought I saw a couple of Brown Skuas first up in the morning.

We walked quite a long way up the hill through the colony with the skuas wheeling around and the penguins waddling around through the humans, gawking at us as we gawked right back at them.  We are supposed to stay at least 5 metres from all wildlife, but that is quite impossible, particularly when they walk right up to us.  We were constantly aware of the monumental black-brown mountain looming over us and we chatted for a while with the geologist on the team.  She is great and has an enormous amount of knowledge about geology, but also the Antarctic in particular, including the wildlife.  We eventually had to return to the ship for lunch and for it to move to a new location for our afternoon adventure.

They sent out the on-board helicopter to scout for a suitable landing place on the ice and in due course, the ship moved close to the ice-shelf quite deep into an ice lead, and we were off again in the zodiacs to walk on the crunchy snow. Both the morning and afternoon landings were interesting because they sped up the zodiacs for the last few metres and put the front half of the craft right up on the beach and snow.  It probably made getting off the zodiac safer, but the steep angle of the craft made it a big step for some people to alight and reboard.  For a fit youngster like me, I had no trouble and spurned the assistance of the two crew members always at hand to almost carry us to shore if necessary.

Our walk on the snow was spectacular.  We could have gone on quite a long walk but we just enjoyed being around the nearby scattering of seals – Crabeaters and a few Weddells. There were a few Adelies and one lone Emperor Penguin – a bit far away, but still easy to see with my camera or binoculars.  The snow was very crunchy and we were often ankle-deep or more as we sank through the top layer, but everything was absolutely pristine, snowy white (obviously) and quite marvellous.  There was a romance about it that I simply couldn’t deny.  Quite a few people fell over when their feet went through the top layer and I had to help a couple of them up again.  Interesting that so many people don’t have the strength to stand up again when they even just have a minor topple, usually with just one knee on the snow, and it takes two strong people to lift them back onto their feet. It was sunny and still and the sky was incredible streaked with all the colours you can imagine.  Of course, we had sunlight 24 hours a day where we were – about 78 degrees south – and the stillness and silence were awe-inspiring. We have walked on snow before, but there was something very special about being there, so far south and with such a small number of people.

During quite a bit of the day, particularly the afternoon and evening, the sea was absolutely flat, not the tiniest ripple to ruffle the mirror – until a zodiac roars through it and sends waves a hundred metres away – and suddenly, it is a mirror again.

We had a short zodiac cruise on the way back to the ship and came across three Crabeater seals cavorting around a bergybit close to the ship.  We got up to less than five metres from them and they kept popping up to look at us before submerging and immediately coming up for another look.  We sat there interacting with them for a very intimate ten minutes or more before we were summonsed back to the ship for showers and a late dinner at about 9 pm or after.  I finally got my Police report during the evening – only took them 39 days (they say ALL checks will be completed within a maximum of 30 days and Heather’s that was lodged at the same time as mine took less than 48 hours). Now we wait on our Chilean visas!

I spent a bit of time during the day watching the ship plough through some loose ice, mainly brash, but with lots of growlers and a few bergybits and bergs that they avoided.  The ship is a Class PS (don’t ask me) rated to crunch through 2.8 metres of ice (very slowly) but we just powered our way through the loose stuff, shoving it aside, rolling it over and over – but when we hit a bigger one head on, there was a big thump and often a few ‘rifle shots’ as the growlers were shattered into several pieces.  Quite impressive to watch and I am itching to see when we start crunching through fast ice (solid ice that is not fragmented).

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Some Thoughts on How Pokemon Legends’ Gameplay Could Be Expanded Upon

PLA has the basics down, so I was thinking about what they could add in the future to improve and expand upon the concept. Keep in mind that I’m not a game dev, but I did try to focus on things that seemed plausible to add. I’m also focusing on new stuff, not QOL improvements/graphical improvements/ect.

Variations and Customization

Pokemon having size variations is great way to encourage people to catch more than one of the same Pokemon, as there’s now a way to differentiate two individuals of the same species (outside of shinies, which are rare, and gender differences, which not all Pokemon have). However, I think we could take it further:

Add pattern differences: Basically, all Pokemon could come in three different pattern variations, which are just textures that don’t affect the models. So for Ponyta, you could have the original (plain) pattern, but also have Ponyta that are dappled or pinto patterned.

Add additional shiny colors: Considering IRL animals have multiple color mutations (albinism, melanism, ect.), each Pokemon could get an extra shiny (so for example, you could catch a green shiny Espeon and a black one). Same rates as usual, but with a second “dice roll” that determines which shiny you get.

My reason for this is that a lot of shinies suck or look near-identical to the original. By adding another shiny, the originals would be preserved, but they’d have a chance to redo all the bad ones. This would encourage shiny hunting and more exploration within the game.

Because there’s not as much battling in this game, you don’t have as many opportunities to form a strong bond with your team. Therefore, there should be more options to interact with your party when you send them out.

In particular, you should be able to feed and pet them. Feeding is already in the game anyway, and petting would just be a matter of adding an animation.

Playing would also be a good option; maybe you could collect toy items from the overworld and throw them out to the Pokemon to interact (so for example, you can play fetch with your Growlithe).

Following would also be great, albeit slightly harder to implement.

I feel like there should be some Pokemon customization options in addition to character customization.

Include a grooming option that allows you to add hats, bandanas, bows, and other small clothing items to your Pokemon.

An option to recolor your Pokeballs with different “paints” you can buy. So you could have a regular Pokeball with regular Pokeball mechanics that’s yellow, blue, has a pattern on top, ect.

More ride options: I feel like there should be a much larger pool of ride Pokemon to choose from, with the only requirement being size. Thus you could run out and then fly on that Gyarados you just caught if you want, rather than being restricted to only a handful of ‘mons.

Research Tasks

There is little to no reason to perfect the ‘dex (as in get every species to rank 10), because the only reward is improved shiny odds. Some ways to fix it:

Each task you complete should give you another ‘dex entry. This would be motivation for the lore motivated, and it would make sense that the player learns more about the Pokemon as they research them.

For example, when you catch two sexually dimorphic Pokemon, you would get a description noting the differences and speculating what caused the dimorphism to develop.

After getting a species up to rank 10, you could receive an item exclusive to that species that has a useful effect. Because there’s only one in the game, you’d have more reason to reach rank 10 in order to get the item.

Each Pokemon could be given some natural habits out in the wild, and you could complete a ‘dex entry just for observing them. So for example, see X Pokemon collect pecha berries, see X Pokemon meditate, see X Pokemon groom themselves, ect. This would encourage exploration but make entries less annoying to complete, because not every task would require an action to complete.

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You should be able to send out multiple Pokemon at a time relative to how many opponents you’re facing. So if four wild Pokemon attack, you can send out that many from your party at once.

This might be tricky due to terrain, but it would be neat if the Pokemon were actually animated to dodge an attack rather than just getting a message saying it missed, considering the attacks have hitboxes now.

Eggs/Breeding

I hear a lot of people say they want breeding mechanics, but this overlooks that breeding is almost exclusively menu-based and would have nothing to do with the gameplay loop. So instead, consider:

The professor explains that Pokemon with eggs will hide far away from humans. However, sometimes they will reject eggs, and will abandon them out in the wild to die.

Because of this, you can occasionally stumble upon a wild Pokemon egg, much like you would an item.

I’d do what the anime does and give each egg a unique pattern, and scale relative to the (average) size of the parent, thus allowing the player to potentially ID the kind of Pokemon that will hatch.

Upon picking up the egg, it can be given to a Pokemon in your party that’s part of its egg group. This counts as incubating it. Like usual, it will hatch based on steps, but also in-universe time (so resting speeds up the hatch speed).

There could also be a Chansey or something to incubate any extra eggs that you don’t have compatible foster parents with back at camp.

Any eggs you find that you don’t have a foster parent for while out in the field would be stored in the inventory as an item.

These eggs allow you to find first-stage baby Pokemon that you can’t normally find out in the wild, along with some forms that might be egg-exclusive. Eggs also have egg moves and different IVs and stats than regular Pokemon.

A player can influence what eggs appear by luring two Pokemon of opposite genders in the same egg group over to each other with food without catching them. If the player leaves and returns later, there’s a small chance of finding an abandoned egg in the same spot.

Random Events

There could be a possibility of encountering random events in the wild.

Basically, these would involve Pokemon interacting. Two Pokemon could be battling, one Pokemon could be hunting the other, two Pokemon could be showing mating behaviors, a Pokemon could evolve in front of its peers, a Pokemon could be caring for another sick Pokemon, ect ect.

Because the events are pre-scripted, they would be easy to code. Rather than having X species interact every time they spawn together, you instead just have a pre-scripted event load in alongside the Pokemon on rare occasions. Kind of like mass outbreaks, but more specific scripted interactions and on a smaller scale.

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Summary: You find out the guys (Bucky, Steve, and Sam) have a bet as to who can kiss you first, so you confront them at Tony's team building karaoke night.

Warnings: some swearing and drinking

Word Count: 3187

a/n: This was inspired by my love of the classic using karaoke to express your feelings trope and the song My Name Isn't by LOVA. I did change the lyric "yours" into "doll" though because it made sense in the story.

"Not a chance, Wilson." Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve walked into the room, unbothered by the familiar sounds of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes arguing.

"C'mon tin man, you afraid you're gonna lose?' Sam couldn't help but tease the super soldier.

"It's a stupid bet! Steve tell him it's a stupid bet." Bucky stared at his best friend, silently begging for him to agree.

Steve's tone could only be described as exasperated when he responded, "what is it this time?"

"I bet Barnes and Noble over here," Sam stopped talking to dodge the book Bucky threw at him, "that I could get Y/N to kiss me before he could, and he's too chicken shit to take the bet."

"It's a stupid bet!" Bucky was gearing up to throw another book when Steve chimed in. "I don't know Buck, it could get you to finally act on your feelings for her."

Bucky rolled his eyes, responding with his typical denial "I don't have any feelings, punk."

Sam and Steve shared an obvious "this man is lying" look before turning back to Bucky.

"Fine, Cap since Bucky won't take the bet, will you?" The mischievous gleam in Sam's eye shown through as Steve weighed his options.

"It is a pretty stupid bet, but I'm doing this for you Buck." Clapping Bucky on the shoulder, he turned to Sam. "I'm in." As Steve went to shake Sam's hand, Bucky gave in.

"Fine! Fine. All three of us. The first one to kiss her wins." Bucky reluctantly agreed.

"Now, what does the winner get?" Sam posed the question, mischief clear in his eyes.

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The first time you had an inkling that something was afoot was your training with Steve and Bucky later that same day. Steve wasn't overly touchy or anything that would make you uncomfortable, this is America's Golden Boy after all, but he kept calling you "honey" or some variation of it. You'd throw a punch and rather than correcting your form in his usual commanding Captain voice, he would feed you a random compliment followed by a "try it like this hun."

You left the gym confused and with more energy than one would typically have after training with Steve Rogers. Luckily for you, Nat and Wanda noticed it too.

"What was that about?" Wanda asked as soon as the three of you were out of earshot.

"I don't have a clue." Your expression of complete confusion was enough to convince the two women you were telling the truth.

"I always thought Barnes had a thing for you. I wouldn't expect Steve of all people to try to mess that up. Especially with how obvious you are!" Nat chimed in. You've never regretted anything more than getting drunk and admitting your feelings for the brunette super soldier to the two women.

"Ugh, are the two of you ever gonna forget about that?" Your question was rhetorical as you nearly slammed the door to your room, but it didn't stop the two women from shouting "not a chance" and "only if you tell him" through the door.

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The second time you noticed the weird behavior was the next day. You were running through some basic defense moves with some new Shield agents when Sam walked in with Bucky.

Now, normally Sam avoids you in the gym because he knows you'll kick his ass. All your time spent training with Nat mixed with your advanced perception skills meant you are a force to be reckoned with in the gym. This time though, he asked to spar before running through his typical warm up routine.

"You sure, Wilson? I wouldn't want to bruise your ego any further." You joked with him, unsure of his motives.

"Oh I'm sure, baby. Do your worst."

So you did. You had him on the mat in 4 minutes even, not letting the "baby" comment phase you until later in the night when you were with Wanda and Nat.

"First, Steve keeps calling me honey. Now Wilson is in on it with baby! What the hell is going on?'

The three of you shared identical shrugs, choosing to ignore it for now in favor of girls night.

-

Your days continued with the random comments from Sam and Steve. Of course, after the first 24 hours you noticed a pattern emerging. The two men would only use the pet names if Bucky was in the room. If Bucky couldn't overhear what was being said, everything was normal, but all bets were off if he so much as stepped in the room. It was constant affection and compliments from the two men.

You were thinking about the pattern you'd discovered, along with what it could mean, when Tony barged into the common room like a man on fire.

He surveyed the room, noting the presence of nearly every team member. The only three missing? Sam, Steve, and Bucky. You had a feeling they were most definitely up to something. "Oh perfect, most of you are here already! I have decided we don't do enough team building. Saving the world is stressful and we deserve to relax, so... drumroll please!" He waited for an extended period of time, until you, Wanda, and Vision gave him a lackluster drumroll. "That could use some work, but I'm not going to let it bring me down. We're doing karaoke! I rented out a bar for tonight, so clear your schedules ladies and gentlemen! We start at 8."

To say he was met with mixed results would be underselling the range of reactions. Nat looked ready to kill him. Thor was so excited, he reminded you of a golden retriever playing fetch. Most everybody else fell somewhere in the middle.

"Y/N, be a dear and let the three stooges know would ya? I don't know where they are and I don't feel like finding them." Tony didn't wait for a response before leaving the room just as rapidly as he entered it.

"I guess that's my cue. I'll be back and we can at least get ready together?" You looked to Nat and Wanda for confirmation before leaving to find Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

-

You checked Sam's room first because it's the closest to the common area, but there was no sign of life. Steve and Bucky's rooms sat similarly untouched. You went to the gym, the pool, the game room, and circled back to the kitchen but they were nowhere to be seen. Finally, you gave up the impromptu game of hide and seek asking FRIDAY where they were.

"FRIDAY, do you know where Steve, Bucky, and Sam are?"

"Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, and Lieutenant General Wilson are on the roof." The AI responded so fast, it had you wondering why didn't just ask her 40 minutes ago when their rooms were all empty.

"What the hell are they doing on the roof?" You huffed as you made your way back to the elevator.

"They are the discussing the terms of their bet." FRIDAY's response surprised you. You hadn't meant to actually receive an answer, but now that you did you were curious.

"What bet?" You continued the line of questioning as the elevator rose to the roof access point.

"The three made a bet to see who could get you to kiss them first."

Suddenly, all the pet names and compliments made sense.

"Son of a bi-" You cut yourself off as the elevator door opened, leading you directly to the three men in question. They turned abruptly, clearly caught off guard by anyone coming to the roof.

"Finally. I've been looking for you three everywhere!" You kept the new found information to yourself for the time being. "Tony decided we're doing karaoke tonight. We're supposed to be at the bar he rented out by 8pm." You smiled, taking in the slightly guilty expressions on each of their faces. Even if FRIDAY hadn't told you, it would be painstakingly obvious you caught them talking about you.

"Thanks doll, we'll make sure we're there." You felt the butterflies in your stomach at the pet name, but quickly shut it down. You wouldn't be giving in to their bet that easily.

"No problem, see you boys soon." You winked, pressing the button to bring you back to the main floor. You had a plan to make after all.

-

"Well, it's karaoke why don't you just sing a song to call them out on it?" Wanda suggested another idea as you all got ready to head to the bar.

"That could work. You just need the perfect song." Nat chimed in, quickly applying some mascara.

"Wanda, you're a genius, and I think I have just the one." You grinned, pulling the song up to play while you finished getting ready.

-

Upon entering the bar, you immediately started second guessing your plan. That is, until the pet names came out to play. Sam was back at it with calling you baby, and Steve right there beside him with honey.

When you put your name down to sing, Wanda and Nat were right there with you, hyping you up and providing some liquid courage. Four drinks in and you finally felt just tipsy enough to actually follow through with your plan.

With the encouraging words from Nat and Wanda playing through your mind, you walked up to the stage, pulling up your chosen song on the karaoke machine.

You decided to play the beginning of the song off as a coincidence, not wanting to clue the guys in too early.

"One, two, three have been staring at me. It's been going all night."

You made eye contact with Nat and Wanda, fully relying on the feminist in you to knock these guys down a few pegs. By the time the chorus rolled around, you were ready.

Making direct eye contact with Sam, you put as much sass as possible into the next line.

"My name isn't 'baby,' you cannot say whatever you feel like. I am not the things you call me."

Switching your target from Sam to Steve, you kept going with the performance.

"My name isn't 'honey,' I will always do whatever I feel like. Honestly, you don't know me."

Clearly the three of them realized you knew about their bet, but you were on a roll. Switching focus to Bucky, you switched up the words a little bit to put him on blast as well.

"My name isn't... doll. My name isn't... doll."

The girls must have filled in the rest of the group, because you now had Bruce, Thor, Vision, Tony, Pepper, Clint, Wanda, and Nat cheering you on. They were whopping and hollering in agreement with the lyrics.

"We ain't got the time for you messing around so cut the deal."

"Cut the deal!!" You heard Tony yelling out as an echo, shaking your head with a slight chuckle.

"So don't come here and say, 'boys will be boys.' Behind every act there's always a choice."

The three men in question at least had the decency to look ashamed of their actions. Of course, that wasn't enough for you to not put them on blast through another round of the chorus.

The high from calling them out wore off right around the line:

"Do you really think that you can get your way by playing the same game."

Singing those words made you realize exactly what just happened. You held it together, put up a front long enough to get through the last chorus. Singing the last line to Bucky, you felt like your emotions were all over your face. The annoyance that the bet existed. The pain at him being part of it. The love you'd been trying to hide. All of it felt like it was right out in the open.

"My name isn't... Doll. My name isn't, my name isn't... Doll."

You took a quick bow in thanks for all the applause, before running off the stage. You didn't stop at the table with Nat and Wanda, nor did you stop for the three men trying to apologize. You made it outside, running about five blocks before even taking in your surroundings. Noticing a McDonald's, you sent a quick prayer that the ice cream machine was actually functioning before ducking inside.

-

The team stood with mouths hanging open at your sudden departure.

"What the hell just happened?" Tony posed the question to the group, knocking them out of their stupor.

Bucky was the first to follow you outside, his panic growing when he didn't see you leaning against any of the brick walls.

"Where is she?" Steve asked, spinning in circles right alongside Bucky while the rest of the group filed out the door.

"I don't know!" Bucky turned on Steve and Sam. "I never should have agreed to that stupid bet. Dammit!" Running his hands through his hair, he took off down the street calling a quick, "I'll look this way" over his shoulder.

He moved quickly down the street, keeping his eyes peeled for your sparkly, dark red dress. He looked through the windows of the many store fronts as he passed them. About five blocks later, he was about to turn around, assuming you went a different direction when he saw the familiar golden "m". A memory from about three weeks ago was quick to flash through his mind.

The team just came back from a two and a half week mission yesterday, meaning Tony was bound to throw a party today. It went about the same as most Tony Stark parties go; a lot of schmoozing until most guests left and the team could actually let loose.

You let a little looser than normal at the after party. After the mission required you to pretend to be married to Bucky, you felt like you deserved it. It was getting harder and harder to hide your feelings from him, especially when he insisted on walking you to your room after the party.

In a last ditch effort to avoid any drunk escapades, you asked him to take you to McDonald's instead of your room.

"Please Bucky?" You asked, drawing out the words and adding a small pout for good measure. "I just want a McFlurry and some fries! Please!"

"Sure, doll. We can go to McDonald's." You jumped up and down clapping, hugging him as you praised him for being so kind.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the nicest, most perfect man to ever live. Let's gooooo!!" He smiled at your antics, leading you to one of the many cars Tony kept stocked, not quite trusting you to ride a motorcycle at the moment.

After getting the food, the two of you ate together in the car. You, of course, insisting he try dipping the fries in the ice cream.

Reluctantly, he admitted it wasn't that bad before driving the two of you home. He dropped you off at your door, receiving a whispered "thank you" and a quick kiss to the cheek from you.

He smiled at the memory before walking inside. He found you in a booth toward the back, unsurprisingly dipping fries into your ice cream

"Y/N, I'm so sorry." You didn't even look up when he started speaking, choosing instead to study the m&ms in your dessert. "Really. It was a stupid bet. Hell, I didn't even want to do it, but then that punk and birdman teamed up against me and I couldn't let them do it without me! It would've killed me to know one of them kissed you. It was so stupid and I should've just shut it down. I'm so sorry. You deserve so much more than that." He trailed off, waiting for you to say something.

You gestured to the seat across from you, pushing some fries toward him. "It was a stupid bet."

You waited until his mouth was full before asking "Why would it have killed you?" Watching him nearly choke on his fries was oddly satisfying.

"What?" He tried to deflect the question. You shook your head, passing him a napkin.

"You said it would have killed you to know one of them kissed me. Why?" You looked him in the eye as you ate another fry.

"Well, you see, I... um, maybe have um... feelings." It was his turn to stare intently at the m&ms. He mumbled a quick "get yourself together" under his breath before continuing. "I like you. Hell, I think I love you. I don't know when it started, but suddenly you are all I can think about. I worry about you constantly when your on a mission without me, even though I know you can take care of yourself. I see little things that remind me of you everywhere. Like yesterday, I saw a buttercup on the side of the road and I couldn't stop thinking about the time you spent a good twenty minutes ranting about how spring is the worst season."

Suddenly, you were on a tangent. "Because it is! It's always raining, it's muggy, it's always freezing in the morning and way too hot in the afternoon so you have to carry all these extra layers-"

"I love you. That's why it would've killed me. I don't even want to think about you with another-"

It was your turn to cut him off, doing so by leaning across the small table to kiss him. It was quick, but you still felt fireworks.

"I love you too." Your words were sweet, but shifted when you said the rest of your sentence. "I just have one more question." The smirk on your face made him nervous, but he was more than willing to answer anything.

"What do you get for winning?"

-

After talking with Bucky, you texted Nat and Wanda to let them know you were okay and the two of you were headed back to the compound. You beat everyone else back, but decided to wait for them in the common area.

Steve and Sam came in with their heads low, struggling to make eye contact.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. We never should have made that bet." Steve started, aware of all the eyes on him.

"Me too. It was stupid and thoughtless." Sam added on.

"It was, but you are forgiven." You reached for Bucky's hand, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Bucky told me the winner of your little bet gets to pick the music for all forms of travel on the next three missions." You grinned at their confused expressions. "Bucky, being the winner, has so graciously bestowed that gift to me now. Get ready boys. I'm talking High School Musical. Hamilton. I'll have the two of you singing Taylor Swift in the shower." You, along with the rest of the team, laughed at their expense. Their grim expressions had you smiling, "oh please, I know you secretly love it!"

"Now, I have to go to bed. I have a date tomorrow." You winked at Bucky before sauntering off down the hall, the cheers of your teammates following you.

[prof-peach]

What is the origin of Team Brawl? I've tried to check the tags but the furthest back I can find mention of it is the costume designed. It seemed to imply there was more lore before that.

Originally I’ll admit, I only designed them because someone asked what I’d do if I had to design a villain team, it was just a bit of fun at first.

I soon realised they had a lot of potential, their ethos is based on people and Pokemon fighting together, being brave, and strong as a team, 50-50. These folks are totally mad for contact sports, fighting, hitting the gym, and running wild with their Pokemon pals. They are rash, you may see them chasing down trainers and moving vehicles to initiate a fist fight, if they find someone who’s a good match for them that is. They will never challenge someone smaller than themselves, and will not throw hands if their opponents heart isn’t in it. A fair fight means their victory is real, and that’s very important to them!

They can come off as a little dim, one track minded, but they only every have fairness and equality on the brain, and will fight anyone, good or bad, if they’re being awful to someone else, or a Pokemon.

When the police cannot do something within the community without a warrant, and team brawl finds out, they’ll try to beat the police to the villains, who usually have been unfair with their tactics. They go above and beyond to point out the flaws with the slow pragmatic systems in place, catching true villains, dropping them off to police, painted with the team brawl colours, and disappearing without being caught. Authorities find them infuriating, but some secretly are rooting for their success too. It’s a really mixed bag of feelings about team brawl.

They’re actually quite like vigilantes, just big meat head ones who love to physically get involved, and do things in the most chaotic good way possible.

Type wise, they’re drawn to fighting types, but will often have variation to their teams based on their fighting styles.

They have leaders and admin as with any group, and often allow for customisation on the uniform.

They have an unusually fun part to play on the island. They are a pseudo-villain group for young trainers to practice defeating under safe conditions. Their presence on the island is felt, visitors like to dress up and join in, during special events, the staff all dress up too, and everyone’s encouraged to partake in battles. They hold many classes for Pokemon and people to take that train the body and mind. During Halloween the walkways are lit with lanterns, and these spooky staff members will go around dishing out candy to kids who win against them in shows of strength.

What started as a bit of a gimmick has become a fun part of the island.

[maximumcatfeels]

I’ll try to eventually make this into a cohesive thing, but I have a few headcanons about Cyllene and how she reacts immediately after Kamado banishes the player.

Cyllene already suspected that Kamado was going to overreact as soon as she saw the weird sky, so during Kamado’s little speech she was quickly running through all the ways she could help the player in her head.

She knew that most of the villagers were not close enough to the player to really understand what was going on, but most of the security corps liked the player and had interacted with them enough times to not immediately assume that the player was at fault. Still, it would be difficult and Unwise to try to get the security corps to openly rebel against Kamado. He was a good leader in many ways, even if he was being an idiot at the moment.

So she immediately decided that if the player was banished, she could probably find ways to… encourage… the security corps into helping keep them safe.

After making sure that she is the one to walk the player out of town and giving a pep talk to the player, she immediately dashes back to her office and starts writing letters in a frenzy. She gives them to her Abra and tells it to teleport to each Galaxy Expedition Team base camp and deliver a letter to the security corps member there.

(The letter is effectively a “You will continue to help the player in whatever way you can and not tell Kamado about it or I will show you why I was the best swordsman in Hoenn. -Cyllene”)

While Abra is off delivering the letters, Cyllene calls in the lady in charge of the pastures (who had been wanting to know what to do with all the player’s Pokémon anyway) and manages to convince her to 1.) not release any of the player’s Pokémon and 2.) turn a blind eye if she happens to notice some of them being teleported in/out by an Abra sometimes.

Pasture lady agrees and goes on her way. Abra returns with letters from the base camps (All of them are variations of “Of course we will help!”).

Satisfied with the responses, Cyllene writes another set of letters, this time to the Clan leaders. These letters are more just letting them know 1.) what happened and 2.) what Cyllene is trying to do behind the scenes and 3.) letting them know that with tensions so high, they will need to be very careful with what they do next. (Cyllene also probably mentions in the letter to Irida that Warden Ingo should make himself scarce from Jubilife for a while until this calms down, since he is also someone potentially from the rift.)

She feeds Abra (and gives it several pats on the head) and sends it to deliver those letters.

Next, she starts writing the letter to the player. And it takes a few tries. She has to restart several times, but eventually she finds the words (even if they seem to be lacking warmth, she hopes that the player will understand what she means in between the lines.)

Once Abra makes it back from the Clan leaders, Cyllene feeds it it’s favorite foods and treats and explains what it needs to do in a whisper. It needs to find the player and deliver the letter. in addition, if the player needs to switch out Pokémon, Abra needs to quietly teleport the Pokémon in question in and out of the pastures.

Finally, she gives it a hug and sends it on its way.

She misses her little Abra within the first hour of it being gone, but she knows it’s for a good cause.

When Kamado stomps by later, he asks where the Abra went. Cyllene just replies that it wandered off, and probably is hiding out of fear of the weird sky. Kamado doesn’t fully buy it, but he doesn’t know enough to refute that, so he leaves it be.

[multiplefandomsblog]

Kokichi x Reader x Shuichi sfw and nsfw headcannons

desc; NSFW and SFW head-canons of a polyamorous relationship with Shuichi and Kokichi.

warnings; unedited, polyamory, angst, fluff, cussing, SFW and NSFW, F!Reader, they are all living together, praise kink, crying, begging, kokichi has a master kink, brats, brat taming, shuichi has an aural kink exhibitionism kinda? minor dumbification, overstimulation, rough sex, mentions of spanking, pegging, oral(m & f receiving)

Request; (Danganronpa) I don’t use Tumblr that much so I apologize if this is a bad ask but could you write Kokichi x Reader x Shuichi SFW and NSFW head-canons (or imagines whatever’s easier)? I don’t know if you do personality types but if you do could you just make them a tall Fuyuhiko? If that makes sense, fem! Or GN! Pronouns preferably but I don’t mind either. Thank you and it’s fine if you cannot do this

≈SFW≈

◊ Shuichi would mostly be the one to take care of the two of you.

◊ He’s like the housewife or mom of the three of you, you two being his babies.

◊ These are just my head-canons but- I think Shuichi’s love language would be words of affirmation, while Kokichi’s would be quality time.

◊ By quality time I mean, well, pranks.

◊ I think Shuichi would need to hear actual words come out your mouths to be 100% sure of something. So when you two say something simple like, an “I love you.” before a call ends or before going to bed, he would feel lovesick. 

◊ He thinks about it for the rest of the day with a small pink tint on his cheeks(aw).

◊ Kokichi loves pranks almost as much as he loves the two of you. As silly as it sounds, it makes him feel cared for when the two of his loves aid him in pranking. It’s as if you three were a team, a triple threat.

◊ It makes him feel as if you two truly loved him enough to do evil shit like this with him.

◊ I think Kokichi would be a pretty clingy boyfriend, any time he sees one of you, he would immediately pounce on you.

◊ Kokichi is one for PDA, Shuichi is not. I feel like since he already has anxiety, he wouldn’t want to attract any attention to himself. Kokichi doesn’t care, he encourages people to look at the 3 of you. As if trying to communicate with everyone, “They are mine, touch them and get your fucking fingers bitten off.” 

◊ Kokichi would call you ‘Thing #1’ and Shuichi ‘Thing #2’ just to fuck with you two.

◊ Kokichi loves fucking with you especially, he enjoys your reactions to his pranks and teases. You’re his favourite victim for him; Your tsundere personality, just a cherry on top.

◊ You and Shuichi both enjoy picking Kokichi up at random times, just to annoy him and fluster him. He’d be talking shit to someone, and you would just swoop in and throw his small body over your shoulder. 

◊ Shuichi would pick Kokichi up when he saw that he was bothering someone, muttering a small apology before walking off with an angry gremlin in his arms.

◊ I think something Shuichi is afraid of, is every time he leaves you two to go somewhere, he’s afraid that might be the last time he sees you two. So before leaving, he always makes sure he kisses both of you goodbye, no matter what. 

◊ During arguments he would stay calm and collected, trying to understand your guys’ perspectives whilst explaining his. But if one of you decided to storm out, he would instantly panic and act fast. He would always stop you and pull you into a hug. No matter how much the other struggled, he wouldn’t let go. He’s so scared of losing one of you ever since the killing game, he doesn’t want to leave you two with something you, Kokichi or he himself didn’t mean to say.

◊ Though if one of you did need some healthy space, he would let you two go but not without a hug or any type of sign that you two still loved him no matter what.

◊ He hates holding grudges. If you and Kokichi decide to be stubborn and hold a grudge against him, he’ll apologize even if he knows it wasn’t his fault. He’d throw away his pride if it meant you two weren’t mad at him anymore.

◊ you and kokichi would sit on the couch together, playing multiplayer games(fortnite-) while cuddling each other. Sometimes Kokichi would be resting on your chest and vice versa.

◊ Shuichi would catch the two of you cuddling on the couch, sound asleep after playing games and his heart would do an oopsie.

◊ No, scratch that. Several oopsies.

◊ seeing you two like that makes him realize that there is no limit to how much he loves the two of you.

◊ I head-canon Kokichi to be the big spoon cuddling Shuichi while Shuichi cuddled you. 

◊ slight nsfw here! unless shuichi had topped kokichi prior to cuddling, then he would be the little spoon, Kichi being too tired to wrap his arms around Shuichi.

◊ being sandwiched between the two of his loves, nowhere else he’d rather be.

≈NSFW≈

◊ I head-canon Kokichi to be the whiniest, most disobedient brat.

◊ He claims he’s a top, but we all know he’s lying(as always).

◊ I head-canon Kokichi, a switch with a bottom lean(the times he tops are exhilarating but unfortunately, rare).

◊ He’d constantly rile you or Shuichi up, all because he wanted you to make him sob, beg, and break. 

◊ If Shuichi told him too, he would pound you into the mattress as he knew Shuichi was watching, only encouraging him more.

◊ Kokichi loves when your usual cold demeanour fades away as you moan out from how good he’s doing you. 

◊ The way you three would have sex would be, either Shuichi fucks Kokichi from behind while Kokichi struggles not to cream inside your pussy, or Shuichi pounds you while you suck Kokichi off. 

◊ There are many many variations you three try.

◊ Sometimes you would top the both of them if you somehow gained dominance over the two.

◊ You would get yourself off in front of them as they drooled to get the smallest taste of your dripping cunt. Dominating the both of them by using your pussy as bait.

◊ Sometimes, you would take out the strap and pound into Shuichi as he sucked Kokichi’s dick, resulting in him screaming into Kokichi’s cock.

◊ Shuichi would truly be the cutest sub.

◊ On rare occasions, if Kokichi finds out you two fucked without him, he would top the hell out of both of you. 

◊ He would get Shuichi to eat you out as he dicked Shuichi until he was begging for him to stop. 

◊ You’d be pleasantly surprised from how long Kokichi can hold out for. 

◊ He would torture Shuichi by riding his soft overstimulated dick, as you rid Shuichi’s face, 5 orgasms in. Shuichi would be crying and wincing from the violent bouncing on his oversensitive dick.

◊ If they are both in the topping mood, they’d fuck you from both holes until you were trembling. Those times being your favourite. 

◊ Yes, you had a limp for the next few days, but it was worth it.

◊ During the rare times Kokichi tops, he enjoys being called master.

◊ If you or Shuichi refuse to call him that, oh ho ho, you’ll learn to regret it.

◊ Sooner or later, you’re both screaming master desperately; You two looked like blubbering idiots with tears running down your faces.

◊ Sometimes, if Shuichi decides you two have been bad enough, he wouldn’t let you two cum for a week. He’d just fuck you until your orgasm came up and pull away to finish himself.

◊ But if you beg hard enough, Shuichi might take mercy on the both of you. 

◊ After some spankings, of course.

◊ I think Shuichi would’ve been a soft dom if not for Kokichi’s consistent teasing. Causing him no choice but to put that brat back in his place.

◊ At first, you would think he’d be a hard bottom because of his timid personality. However, when it comes to Kokichi, he just goes feral.

◊ If you decide to be a brat too and act cold as if you didn’t want him to fuck you stupid yeah right, he would insert some sense into you, making you think again.

◊ You would be easier to break than Kokichi, for Kokichi he would have to pound him until he was a blubbering, whimpering mess.

◊ Though Shuichi is a brat tamer and enjoys punishing both of you, he is a bit of a softy. 

◊ He constantly tells the both of you how good you two are doing when fucking your brains out. He has a praise kink, receiving and giving. It gets him going when he hears you tell him how good he’s drilling into you, like I said, his love language is ‘words of affirmation.’

◊ He calls you a good girl while he calls Kokichi a good boy during sex. He enjoys being called good boy as well.

◊ At first, he is a bit nervous during sex. But when he hears the moans coming out of the both of you, his demeanour changes. He feels more confident when he knows you’re both enjoying it. 

◊ I head-canon him to have an aural kink, the sweet noises he pushes out the two of you being his favourite song.

◊ Once you were all satisfied, Shuichi would switch to concerned mom mode after riding the both of you through several highs(if he topped). 

◊ He would clean up the both of you before himself, making sure to be gentle, as to not cause any discomfort. 

◊ If Kokichi topped, he would just pass out on the bed with you two, too tired to move. He decided to shower with you all once you all woke up.

◊ if you topped, you would cradle the both of them and praise your boys for doing good, kissing their puffy faces(from crying), letting them use your breasts as pillows.

note; i added some new things, did you notice it? ›:) again, i apologize for the wait, i have tons of request to do(which i’m actually pretty happy about)! i worked hard on this, so i hope you enjoy it!

edit: fuck did I make this too long?

[intheticklecloset]

Lift Your Spirits (Haikyuu!!)

Primary Universe

So much cuuuuute! Oikawa is really growing on me, I have to say. I didn’t care much for him at first but I’m beginning to really like him as time goes on! Also ticklish Oikawa is just as adorable as ler Oikawa is flustering, so that’s a bonus. Enjoy this cute fluff fest! ^^

27. “You haven’t said stop this whole time. Do you like this?”

31. “This is so embarrassing!”

33. “Don’t wiggle your fingers at me like that.”

You’ll notice for some of the numbered prompts I didn’t use the exact quote, but a variation thereof. This was to help prevent repetitiveness as well as maintain believable story flow. They’re still in the fic, just perhaps not word for word.

~

Iwaizumi: Where are you? (read)

Iwaizumi: Home sick? (read)

Iwaizumi: Dude I know you’re reading these (read)

Iwaizumi: Answer me (read)

Iwaizumi: I’m assuming you’re dead (read)

Iwaizumi: K, I’m coming to get your body for burial after school (read)

*

Iwaizumi growled in frustration as he knocked on Oikawa’s front door for the second time after having received no answer the first time. It was one thing for his friend to leave him on read, but to be physically at his residence and be ignored? When Iwa knew the jerk knew he was coming? That was a step too far. He pulled out his phone to call the setter, then thought better of it. If he wasn’t answering his texts, why would he answer a phone call?

“Toru!” he yelled finally. “I know you’re in there, you piece of crap! Don’t make me bust down the door. I’ll do it!”

There was a long silence. Resigned, Iwa stepped back, reared up his leg, and was just beginning to kick when the front door finally opened, and rather than bust in like a movie detective to save the day, he unceremoniously sprawled into Oikawa’s living room, barely catching a glimpse of his friend before he disappeared into his bedroom.

Oh, that was rude.

“Oikawa!” he snapped, getting to his feet, closing the door, and bounding after him just in time to see the setter flop down on his bed, facing away from him. “You’d better have a good reason for being an extra special jerk today. I hope for your sake you’re delusional with a fever.”

“I’m not,” Oikawa mumbled. “Just didn’t want to buy a new door.”

“The heck is going on with you?” Iwa demanded, unable to keep the anger out of his voice. “If you’re not feeling well I’m sorry, but you could have at least sent a puking emoji or something instead of leaving me on read all day. What is your deal?”

“Sorry.” The setter’s normally snarky, arrogant voice was gone, replaced instead by a quiet, submissive one. “I just want to be alone.”

“That’s it? Seriously?”

“There’s leftover pizza in the fridge. You can have it. Since you went to so much trouble.”

Iwa frowned. This was not like Oikawa. At all. He hesitated, then sat on the end of the bed, trying to catch a glimpse of his friend’s face. He saw the blotchy red splotches and tear-streaked cheeks for only a moment before Oikawa buried his face in his pillow, but that moment was enough, and Iwa immediately felt horrible for yelling at him.

“Hey,” he said, gentler this time. “I’m sorry. I should find out what’s wrong before snapping at you like that. What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

It wasn’t nothing, but Iwa could take a hint. “Okay. Well, if you want to talk about it, I’m here for you.”

Another long silence. For a few minutes Iwa sat quietly, content to just be there while his friend went through whatever it was that was bothering him. He was about to offer to split the pizza with him when Oikawa spoke again.

“We lost.”

Iwa glanced down at him, and all of a sudden everything made sense. They’d played and lost against Karasuno in the prefecture championships, then sat and watched as the wingless crows then went on to defeat the reigning champions to go on to nationals. It had been unexpected and aggravating, and though the team was upset, Oikawa had done his job by remaining as positive as he could, picking everyone up and encouraging them to practice even harder for next year.

But since he was a third-year…

“Oh.” Iwa gently placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. The team captain had probably not had a moment to himself since the defeat to mourn, and that’s what was happening now. Iwa berated himself. He should have known. “I understand now. I’m sorry, Toru.”

“I expected to lose to Shiratorizawa,” Oikawa muttered into his pillow. “But not them.” Meaning Karasuno.

“I know. Me, too. But…it is what it is.” Iwa squeezed him gently. “Not that it makes it any easier.”

Oikawa groaned, lifting his pillow over his head to hide his face, curling up even further. Iwa knew he was likely crying again, but he didn’t say anything. He knew his friend hated being emotional in front of anyone, even him. So he continued to silently rub his shoulder, letting him have his moment.

Another few minutes went by before Oikawa shifted again, this time blindly reaching for Iwa’s hand and removing it from him. Iwa thought the setter was tired of physical contact and started to pull away, but to his surprise, Oikawa gripped his wrist harder and moved it downward, placing Iwa’s hand on his side and then resuming his earlier position.

Iwa had no idea what that meant, or what to do, so he just sat there. Awkwardly. Waiting for Oikawa to say something.

He didn’t.

Finally, after an excruciating minute, Iwaizumi wrinkled his brow in confusion and gave Oikawa’s side a gentle squeeze. But when the captain tensed up and gripped his pillow even harder, he removed his hand and frowned. “Toru, I want to help you. But I need you to communicate.”

His first instinct when his hand was moved to a new location was obvious, but memories of their younger years together prevented him from following through. He had vivid recollections of a screaming, thrashing, cursing, angry Oikawa and didn’t want to push his friend to that state of mind from the one he was in right now. For that matter, he didn’t want to push him to that state of mind. Period. He’d stopped tickling Oikawa years ago for that very reason.

So he was surprised when his friend let out another groan and said in a muffled voice, “I can’t. It’s too embarrassing.”

“What is?” Iwa asked, confused.

Oikawa gripped the cushion over his head. “Just do it. I don’t mind.” When the silence stretched on again and nothing happened, he lowered his voice so Iwa could only just hear him. “Please, Hajime.”

Entirely lost but not wanting to ignore the obvious plea, Iwa squeezed his side again gently, then switched to poking up and down its length. Oikawa tensed, but didn’t move. “Tell me when to stop,” Iwa said, then turned his fingers into a claw and started digging softly.

This time Oikawa jerked and let out a choked sound, but giggles started to slip through now and then, too. Iwa was astonished that the setter wasn’t fighting him. This was definitely different from the reactions he used to get.

Curious and encouraged, Iwaizumi shifted so he was kneeling on the bed rather than just sitting on it, gently rolling Oikawa onto his back and grabbing both sides, squeezing softly. Oikawa kept the pillow over his face, but louder, clearer snickers could now be heard, and he still wasn’t fighting.

Iwa grinned, unable to help himself. He’d never gotten to tickle his friend before; not really, since Oikawa had always hated it, and Iwa had never wanted to make him angry. Now, though, he’d asked for it. Iwa straddled one of his legs and reached for the pillow.

“Let’s see that smile,” he teased, pulling at the cushion. Oikawa fought for only a moment, then let it slip from his hands, only to then cover his face with his palms. “There we go. Much better.”

The setter was still hiding, but it was harder to cover up his wide smile completely, let alone the blush that had spread to his ears. “Nooo,” he whined in a playful kind of way that reassured Iwa he was feeling more like himself now. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Why?” Iwa wanted to mess with him a little more, but decided that could wait for now. He skittered up and down his friend’s ribs, smiling at the soft chuckles he got in response. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to laugh when you’re feeling sad.”

Oikawa’s groan sounded more like a whine this time.

“I’m surprised you’re not telling me to stop.” Iwa didn’t want to accidentally jinx it and ruin this whole adorable situation, but he couldn’t help but be honest. “Five years ago you punched me in the face for doing this to you.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You are?”

“Yes.”

Iwa couldn’t help but grin. “Have a change of heart about it, Toru? Do you like it now?”

The dark red blush coloring his friend’s cheeks was answer enough, even before Oikawa whined even louder and pleaded, “Shut up.”

“Aww.” Iwaizumi couldn’t help but giggle, too, as he moved to straddle his team captain completely. “That’s so cute.”

“I said shut up, Iwa.”

“Why should I?” The ace teased. “Since you like it now I think I’ll tickle you a little more. I have a lot of time to make up for, don’t you think?”

“Shut up—” Oikawa was so flustered that for a moment he removed his hands from his face to glare at his friend, but the effect was lost for how huge his smile was, and he immediately covered up again. “Don’t tease me.”

“Hey, now, I want to see that smile.” Iwa pouted, reaching forward to pry Oikawa’s hands from his face, pinning them to either side of his head. He smirked at how red the setter’s face got in response. “When did this happen?”

“What?”

“When did you start liking it?”

Oikawa bit his lip and glanced away. “I’ve always liked it. I was just…afraid you’d find out by tickling me when we were younger, so I…got violent. I didn’t mean it. I was just panicked.”

“Did you think I’d tease you about it?”

“You are teasing me about it.”

“No,” Iwa insisted, gentle but firm. “I think it’s cute that you like it. There’s nothing wrong with it. You’re always so good at lifting other people’s spirits. Let me lift yours now, okay?”

Oikawa nodded, and Iwa smirked, sitting back and raising his hands in front of the captain’s face, making them claws again, opening and closing them while lowering them slowly.

“Don’t wiggle your fingers at me like that,” Oikawa muttered, blushing so hard he was practically purple. “If you’re going to tickle me, then do it, you jerk.”

“You’re the jerk,” Iwa shot back before digging his clawed hands into Oikawa’s ribcage, vibrating violently, making the setter sputter and finally start laughing. The sound was music to the ace’s ears. He grinned. “But I’ll let it go for today.”