#code x puffball

[crescent-the-lazy-wolfbones]

Flowers for you, My dear.

another CODE x Everest post, except Everest actually has a disguise now of a skeleton so he blends in more :3 meet Puffball!

Puffball/Everest Belongs to @aspeedydemon

CODE belongs to me.

oh yeah CODE now has a valentines fit lol hes rocking them valentines heart shorts.

Event belongs to @yourloveaton

Explanation of the weird colored hearts under cut!

PS: psps if you're wondering why some of the hearts in the background are green-- dont ask me- I used all the colors in the pallete and when I used pink and the magenta on a heart brush Ihad it altered the colors. otherwise, its still very much from the pallete :)

[code-behind-the-scenes]

Impatience.

[tangramkey]

i love my Basketbot Portal AU

[still-not-over-transformers]

Hi frieeeend! Glad to be one of ur first requests ^^

I was wondering if you could do some TFP Ratchet x female reader 🫣 some smut OR some angsty fluff where Ratchet feels insecure about his age and vitality and y/n (suggestively his s/o) comforts him :)) whatever u choose

Take ur time! ❤️

Whew, never have I ever written so much so quickly (in a good way). I guess I got carried away a bit. Hope you like it :3

*Anything in italics is either a sound effect or a character’s inner thoughts*

Young At Spark

TFP Ratchet x Reader

Warnings: Suggestive

Word Count: 2000+ (Holy Sh*t)

It had been a relatively quiet day in the Autobot base for you. Jack, Miko, and Raph were at school taking their final exams, and the autobots were out on an extensive energon scouting mission somewhere in the rural wilderness of Serbia. You would’ve found a trip to Europe to be a fun outing, but couldn’t bear the thought of leaving your favorite medic alone. As you returned from a brief walk around the halls of the base, a loud *clang* followed by a frustrated and exasperated shout could be heard from the main room. He sounds actually pissed off, you thought to yourself before briskly making your way to the main room. You turned to see Ratchet picking up various shattered metal pieces from the floor, all the while muttering incoherent profanities and curses. 

“Ratchet? Is everything okay?” you asked softly, although the concern was easy to glean from your tone. The medic was clearly surprised by your sudden appearance and seemed a bit startled as his blue optics locked onto you. “Oh, (Y/N)... E-everything is fine. I just… was clumsy and dropped the device I was trying to adjust. I um, I’m sorry if I may have startled you.” In fact, everything was indeed not fine with Ratchet, as that morning his thoughts had gotten away from him and locked onto you, and not in the way he usually enjoys.

I can’t upset (Y/N) with my frivolous doubts. Albeit it will be difficult as her mental prowess is always… rather intuitive, the aging medic tried to silence his thoughts and re-focused on (Y/N). Ratchet cleared his throat as he noticed you had already conjured up a broom, “No need for that, I shall clean up my own mess.” You paused at the increasingly odd behavior of the normally composed medic, and you began to grow suspicious of why he seemed to be hiding something from you. 

You two had been close for some time, albeit when you first met the resident Autobot medic it wasn’t a great first meeting. With Ratchet insisting the base was getting far too crowded. You quickly won him over though. Unlike the kids, you were far more mature and patient, and you didn’t actively break his tools or go off placing yourself in unnecessary danger, like a certain someone with pink puffball hair… Another admirable quality you possessed was your sharp mind, and your ability to quickly grasp new concepts and actually be interested in things like science.

The first time Ratchet really noticed you was when he was struggling to decipher an unfamiliar set of code which had come into their possession regarding imperative intel. Despite applying the standard techniques to decipher the code, there was some sort of new trick that had been embedded in the code. As (Y/N) had watched the medic continuously failed to succeed, you had been watching closely, and had noticed the answer didn’t lie in breaking the code through conventional means, rather through a visual pattern. Your sharp eye and wit had spotted a pattern of certain colors and symbols, and after explaining this to Ratchet, the two of you were able to team up and crack the code. 

“Ratchet… What’s actually going on? You seem upset at more than accidentally breaking something. You know you can tell me anything, right?” You looked up at him, hoping the medic would let you help him. Primus, she’s onto me, Ratchet quickly finished picking up the broken mess on the floor, before turning towards (Y/N). “I appreciate your concern for me, I do, but I insist it was just a fleeting moment of frustration. Nothing more.” Before you could open your mouth to say anything else, the comms system flashed and Optimus Prime’s voice sounded over the audio “Ratchet, we require your presence immediately. We are taking Decepticon-fire and Arcee is down!”

His azure optics widened in surprise before turning to you. “I’ll man the groundbridge. …Be careful, otherwise I may throw a wrench at you” you had an ever-so-slight smile on your face, but your heart was still heavy as no one could ever foresee when things would go wrong. “I promise to return unharmed” Ratchet said softly, hoping that you wouldn’t fret too much over him, before powering up the groundbridge and speeding through in his alt-mode. 

As Ratchet sped through the swirling vortex of green and blue energy, his thoughts from earlier resurfaced. He had been replaying the moment you had first met, the first time you had touched servos/hands, the moments where he would place you on his shoulder as you both reviewed data and worked on projects.

The memory that was the source of his inner turmoil was the first time you kissed. You had shifted your weight on his shoulder and just planted one right on his lips. He could remember the rush of heat to his entire frame, something he had not experienced since his youth back on Cybertron, and that was a very long time ago. It wasn’t long after that you two had been intimate with one another, albeit it took a lot of learning on his part since you were both an organic and far smaller than him. The size difference didn’t bother him much, as he was very VERY creative. You were so vigorous, energetic, passionate, and youthful…. And youth had long since surpassed Ratchet.

 He should be above silly things such as anxiety or doubt, but now he felt all of his confidence melt away as the thought of such a stunning and lively being as yourself, being held back by an old rust bucket with one pede in the well of Allsparks. The very idea of him disappointing you felt equivalent to losing a patient. Spark-crushing. Perhaps it was wrong of him to think some old bot like him could ever give you what you truly deserved from a partner. …*PEW PEW* The resounding ringing of blaster fire pulled the medic out of his anxious self-pitying stupor, and into a battlefield before him.

Ratchet had only just exited the groundbridge, but he could already make out his fellow Autobots as they duked it out with various Decepticons and Vehicons. He had to focus, as he was here as a medic not a sniveling idiot. As his optics scanned the field for the injured Arcee, he saw the femme leaning against a large boulder, pinned down as she took cover from Vehicon blaster-fire. 

His white and scarlet armor glinted in the light of the sun, as he quickly made his way through the battlefield, being trailed by Optimus and Bumblebee as they provided coverfire. Ratchet was able to make it to Arcee, quickly scanning her to assess her injuries. “I’m fine, Doc. Just a few scratches that’s all,” the two-wheeler calmly stated. “Ep-ep! I’m the medic and I will be the one to diagnose y–” Ratchet was interrupted by the sound of crackling electricity from behind. “Nice of you to join the party, Ratchet!” Ugh, not Knockout of all bots… Ratchet thought, as he saw the ever-polished and buffed Decepticon standing a short distance from him. “Knockout, I am in no mood to deal with your incessant posturing…” Ratchet drew his blasters as he glared at Knockout. “Well they do say bots get crankier as they age, huh? Perhaps you’re better suited as a doorstop at your age?” the Decepticon medic cackled. 

Ratchet felt his energon boil and before anyone could realize, he charged at Knockout, optics wide with fury, “You’ll look like a doorstop once I’m through with you!!!” Knockout was taken aback by the sudden vigor and frenzied rage from the Autobot medic, genuinely shocked as to what had gotten into him. “PRIMUS I didn’t know you could move that fast!” Knockout ordered the surrounding Vehicons to begin firing at Ratchet, but was interrupted by opposing fire from Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee. Before Ratchet could reach him, Knockout quickly transformed and retreated along with the remaining Vehicons. 

Ratchet had no choice but to stop his charge, but his rage was not so easily quelled. He was boiling over with anger, HOW DARE HE INSULT ME LIKE THAT? HOW DARE HE ASSUME– Ratchet’s angry thoughts were cut short by the sensation of a large servo on his shoulder, and Optimus’s voice. “Old friend, what has gotten into you? Why would you abandon your patient and charge after Knockout?” Prime’s face was full of concern for his long-time friend and confidant as this was out of character. The medic’s rage began to subside, as he realized what a fool he had made of himself. “M-my apologies Optimus, I don’t know what came over me.” Ratchet immediately went back over to Arcee and helped her onto her pedes, ashamed at his actions. 

Back at base, (Y/N) powered up the groundbridge after receiving the call from Optimus. You were still worried about Ratchet, as you had been struggling to think of what on earth he was so upset about. As the portal opened, the Autobots began to make their way through, including Ratchet who was assisting an annoyed Arcee into the base.

As you began to acknowledge everyone’s return, Bulkhead suddenly approached Ratchet, “What the scrap was that about?!” Ratchet’s optics briefly darted towards the wrecker, but as in usual fashion, the medic turned away and scoffed at the question, “Think nothing of it. Just stress from being engaged in combat.” Despite being assisted by Ratchet, Arcee piped in with her concerns “Bulkhead has a point, Ratchet. You lost it at whatever Knockout said to you. What gives?”

Growing increasingly frustrated with the sudden interrogation, Ratchet snaps his helm around “I’ve already told you that it was inconsequential. Now let me proceed with scanning you for injuries and move on!” The tension in the room could’ve been cut with a knife as the rest of the group falls silent, and no one presses the matter further. Standing at the controls, you were taken aback by Ratchet’s behavior, as this was severely out of character for your normally patient, if a bit sassy-medic. But you remained silent as you watched Arcee begrudgingly allow Ratchet to assess her. 

It wasn’t long before Arcee returned to the main area of the base, being cleared of any injuries by Ratchet, but you noticied that he had yet to reappear. Normally the only other area on base you could find Ratchet would be in one of the back storerooms which usually housed various supplies. You quietly made your way through the halls, the faint sound of something falling making you hone in on one particular room. The motion-sensors on the door allowed you entry into the storeroom, and you quickly spotted Ratchet with his back turned against one of the shelves. It felt as if you were walking on glass as you approached him, “...Ratchet? You’re really starting to worry me. Can you please, please… tell me what is wrong?” 

“...I’m sorry, (Y/N) for worrying you. That is the last thing I would want to do to you” Ratchet replied, but his back remained turned away from you. You approached him and closed the door behind you. Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around his heel in a hug, hoping your touch would comfort him “I know. But Ratchet…. You are hurting yourself by holding in.. whatever it is that’s making you act this way. We’ve been through too much for you to shut yourself off from me.” A heavy sigh escaped from the medic’s vents and he shifted his frame to look at you.

As you briefly stepped back, he knelt down to move his faceplate closer to your level, “You deserve to know of course… You deserve better. …Perhaps if I was in a different field of medical training, I would be better suited to explain myself, so I shall try my best.” He took a deep breath, clearly struggling “I’ve been concerned that I may not be the mech best suited for you.” 

You stood before him frozen as you struggle to process his words, “...Come again?” Ratchet felt as if someone were twisting a blade in his gut, but continued, “I meant that you deserve the best. You are so kind and full of life and vigor, and I am perhaps too old to provide you with what a younger mech could.” He can’t bear to meet your gaze any longer, and turns his face away from you in shame. He is shocked to feel a brief sting on his helm, looking back to see you holding a small wrench in your hands. “Hopefully that will knock some sense back into you” your eyes were welling-up with tears as you dropped the wrench.

“You really think your age would change how I feel for you? You think I would care what anyone, bot or con or human has to say about it?” You approach Ratchet and gently place your hands on his cheeks, staring deeply into his optics, “Ratchet, you are the only man for me. So what if you’re mature and full of experience? You’re my one and only and don’t ever think otherwise.” You lean in and plant a deep and sweet kiss against his cool lips. 

It felt like time stood still as he looked at your beautiful face. Your warm lips were like fireworks as you pressed them to his, How can she be this perfect? How do I deserve her? Ratchet’s mind swirled as you pulled away from him, feeling a gentle brush as he swiped a tear from your eye with a servo, “(Y/N), please forgive me for putting you through such torment. I… I was insecure about many things. I still wonder if I am truly capable of fulfilling all of your needs.”

You stepped forward and kissed him again, albeit with a little more heat. You raised an eyebrow as you pulled away, a devilish grin playing on your lips, “You have always fulfilled my every need. You could always test how well you’re able to please me…?” The look in your eyes and tone in your voice was easy for the medic to decipher. He felt his frame heat up and his engine rev, “...I suppose I can run a few… tests to see the results.” He gave you a half-cocked smirk before gently scooping you into his servo and setting you on one of the upper shelves, before showering your neck and collarbone in sensual kisses. 

Primus, hopefully no unlucky soul needed any supplies from that room…

[sigg-vbj]

Don't call me 'princess'

Vanessa didn’t like being called princess. Puffball? Fine. Vanessa? Obviously. Thickums? She tolerated it because it came with an appreciative ass grab that was hard to stay mad about. But princess? Absolutely not.

Bakugo, naturally, loved this. The explosive gremlin that he was, he lived for moments like this—her brow twitching, that sharp little glare, her whole vibe silently daring him to try her.

"B, pass me the reports," Vanessa muttered, her hand waving vaguely toward the stack of papers on his side of the table. She was glued to her laptop, her fingers flying over the keys like she was coding a way to win World War III.

Bakugo, nursing his mug of tar-level black coffee, glanced up from his own pile of paperwork. His gaze lingered. Damn, she was sexy when she was in grind mode, all focused and no-nonsense. Too bad he was about to ruin that.

"Sure thing, princess," he drawled, sliding the stack over with one hand, the corners of his mouth quirking up in that trademark shit-eating grin.

Vanessa froze. Just a split-second, but he caught it. The brow twitch, her jaw tightening like she was clenching her teeth so hard it’d leave a dental impression in her skull.

"...Thanks," she said evenly, not sparing him a glance as she snatched the reports.

He leaned back, arms stretched out, thoroughly enjoying himself. Oh, he wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.

"No problem, princess," he threw in again, his tone way too casual, watching her like a cat watching a bird teetering on the edge of a branch.

That got her. She looked up, her expression calm but her glare sharp enough to slice through vibranium.

"Don't start," she warned, her voice quiet but laced with enough menace to make a lesser man rethink his life choices.

"Start what?" he asked innocently, the picture of someone who absolutely knew exactly what he was doing.

Vanessa’s glare deepened, her attention snapping back to her screen, clearly unwilling to give him the satisfaction. Still, he could feel the simmering irritation radiating off her. Perfect.

"Keep messin’ with me if you want," she said, her tone sharp like the edge of her X-barrier constructs. "See what happens."

A warning? Oh, now he had to.

"Admit it," he said, leaning forward on the table, his grin practically glowing with evil intent. "You love it when I call you princess."

"I don’t," she said flatly, her eyes never leaving the screen.

"Yeah? You didn’t say that last night."

Her typing stuttered for a fraction of a second before her gaze snapped up to meet his, her expression unreadable but he knew when she was flustered.

"That was different."

"How?"

"...It just was. Leave it alone."

Bakugo leaned in, his grin somehow getting wider, cockier. His crimson eyes gleamed with the kind of energy that could blow up a city block.

"C'mon," he said, his voice dropping into that low, smug drawl that made her want to throw something at him. "Who’s my fuckin’ princess?"

Vanessa pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like “this man is testing me.” But then her hand dropped, and she looked at him with an expression that screamed trouble.

"Shit, definitely not yours," she shot back coolly.

Bakugo froze, his grin wiped clean off his face in an instant.

"The hell you just say?!"

"Not. Yours."

"Like fuck you’re not!" he barked, his chair scraping back as he sat up, suddenly way too invested in this.

Vanessa couldn’t help it—she smirked, leaning back in her chair with a calm satisfaction that rivaled his usual cocky energy. She clicked a key on her laptop and casually went back to work, leaving him stewing in his own indignation.

He jabbed a finger at her. "You—nah, you’re mine! Say it! Say you’re my damn princess!"

"Better luck next time, Spikes," she said without even looking at him, her smirk growing as she heard him mutter curses under his breath.

Yeah, she was going to pay for that one later, but right now? Totally worth it. End

[miryum]

you do Star Wars requests, right? could you do a princess leia x female reader? where the reader is part of the empire and she finds leia and feels bad so she helps her escape? :) thank you so much

Of course my puffball! (I'm actually really excited about this request!)

You quickly punched in the key code to the cell block, making sure anyone who came by saw your uniform and badges. Once the door opened, you slipped through and let it shut behind you.

"Hello." A voice said, a questioning lilt at the end of the word.

"Princess Leia Organa," You hastily dropped into a bow, fist over heart,"I'm Commander Y/n L/n of the Galactic Empire."

"You're with the Empire." Leia hummed, sitting up and shooting you a disdainful look.

You sighed, "Princess, I'm sorry, alright? Yes, I'm with the Empire, but my hope was to help you escape."

"What?"

You glanced towards the door, anxious to hurry this along, "Princess, I really don’t have time to repeat myself. Would you like help escaping or not?” 

“Y-Yes.” Leia stood, looking confused, but ready. 

“Wonderful.” You tossed her a blaster, “I’m sure you know how to use one as a beautiful and strong princess as yourself has been in dangerous situations before.”

Leia cocked an eyebrow, “I’ve never been complimented by a woman before, however great the claim.” 

“Expect more.” You smirked. 

You opened the door to her cell, and jerked your head in an indication that she should follow.

“Why are you doing this?” Leia asked as you two raced down the hallways, trying not to get caught.

You shrugged, “You seemed so resilient when you came in, however powerless you were at that moment. You seemed like a strong woman, something that is few and far in between. I didn’t work my way up these ranks just to see another woman get shot down.” 

Leia hummed, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t pinpoint. 

Stormtroopers stomped down the hall and you twisted Leia’s arms behind her back to hide her blaster, marching her forward so it seemed as she was a prisoner. 

“And why wasn’t I your prisoner the entire way?” She grunted, twisting out of your hold after the stormtroopers had gone. 

“You seemed handy with a blaster and I didn’t want you in restrains if we had to fight back.” 

“How am I going to get out of here?” She asked as you two turned another corner, “Ship?” 

“Escape pod.” You said, “Sorry that I couldn’t gather a pilot for you, but people would be pretty suspicious if I asked for them to let you go.” 

“And will you be safe?” Leia asked, looking at you, “Will they hurt you in any way?” 

“Not if they don’t find out I was the one to help you.” You shrugged defeatedly, “But I’m sure they’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Then come with me, Y/n.” Leia looked hopeful, “I can find a place for you in the Rebellion. You would be a powerful ally- knowing the ins and outs of the place.” 

“We’re at the escape pods, Your Highness.” Your face hardened, nodding ahead. 

“Please.” Leia said. 

“I can’t.” You shook your head, “It would only alert them that something was wrong. I can’t do that to you or the Rebellion. And I’m still on the side of the Empire.” 

Just then, loud sirens started to go off, wailing in your ears, “They’ve found out.” You whispered frantically, shoving Leia towards an escape pod, “I’m confident that you’ll be able to contact the Rebellion once you’ve landed.” 

“And you too.” Leia said, stepping inside the escape pod, “I won’t forget your bravery today, Y/n L/n.” Before you pressed close the door behind her, she reached up and pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Thank you.” 

You nodded, letting a small smile shine through the mask the Empire worked up, “You’re welcome.” 

The door closed behind her and the escape pod ejected. You quickly ejected all the other escape pods, hopefully getting the Empire off of the trail of Princess Leia. 

However short your interaction, you knew that you would never forget the princess, and her you. 

[gallivantingheart]

Me, a Princess? Shut Up!

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⏮️ chapter 6: mulan ⏭️

who?: jihoon/woozi x (f)reader

word count: 1717

genre/s: fluff, humour, social media!au

warnings: mild coarse language

synopsis: Life’s pretty good for y/n. Easy, even. Until someone claiming to be her grandmother says she is the queen of a small island country - and y/n, a princess.

a/n: i have no reason as to the TWO WEEK wait, but i still hope it’s okay. Also, I know nothing of international politics or table etiquette, don’t @ me

**please ignore the timestamps - they are not accurate**

TAGLIST: @strykiss, @karrotkarrotkarrot, @3sriracha​, @minkwans​, @annakemi​, @chaseyui​, 

don’t hesitate to send an ask or dm to be added!

Soonhee follows you with eagle eyes as you circle the dining room, elaborate table setting laid out along with decorative lemon themed table centrepieces.

“And who sits next to France?”

You rush to answer, not facing her. “Belgium. Like on the map, because France and Germany don’t get along politically.”

“And across from Germany?” She calls, idly adjusting forks and spoons.

“Thai - uh, Spain, sorry. Thailand is next to Spain, before myself. Then Soonyoung and yourself at the head of the table, north.”

You pause to turn and wait for Soonhee to assess your answer. She’s dressed in a silky champagne two piece blazer and skirt, her blouse designed with a high neckline and thin necktie. The click of her heels are a constant, reminding you of a metronome - just to torment you a little more. She nods, finally.

“I didn’t quite ask for all of that, but yes. You are correct. Have you had your final fitting? You must be presentable before the attendees. Reputation and first impressions are vital.”

You bite the bottom of your lip, nodding. “I had it the day before last. Everything is as ready as can be.”

“Hmmm. You are dismissed. I suggest you study on the conversation topics from last week and compose yourself before tomorrow. Please be here at 1pm, sharp. Antoni insists on natural light and I wish to be ready as early as possible.” Soonhee still doesn’t look at you when she speaks.

As much as it makes your blood boil from the aloof and disparaging manner in which she speaks to you - and only you, it seems - you push down any unpleasant urges against her. She’s a queen; a ruler of a country. No doubt not used to her opinion being challenged, much less by someone your age. There are better things to utilise your energy on rather than fighting the brick wall that is your grandmother.

“Yes, grandma.” You’ll still push the envelope and call ther that though, something a little less formal for the times. “See you tomorrow.”

You instantly turn out the room, pulling your phone out of your back pocket. Those dreadful heels click hastily after you.

“And no socialising tonight! We can’t afford any bad press or late nights for anyone.”

Her voice has never been loud but it carries remarkably well. You huff and jam your phone away, a chicken and drinks session with the boys off the cards. Mingyu is out of town on another holiday with family, so it would have been Minghao and Jun, your fellow foodies.

Despite the early bedtime, you can’t seem to sleep, tossing and turning, tangling yourself in your sheets. You hope Antoni is as good at hiding sleepless nights as he is at shaping eyebrows.

The dress is beautiful, of course. (You had the wine gang help you choose over text. Secretly, of course.)

And while you’re still sceptical of Antoni after the debacle he caused concerning your identity, he blathers on and on in apologies as he pins and fiddles with your hair so you don’t mind too much by the end of it all. Soonhee seems to think he’s redeemed himself - the queen’s word is law. Soonyoung looks super chic in his blazer and turtleneck. You pout at him in his fashionable attire no one else in their stuffy suits appears to bat an eye at.

“Soonie you look great.” You say from the bottom step of the main staircase - grand entrance and all.

He can’t help but preen. “Thanks, as do you, Boss.”

“Gross. But I look like a glitzed up puffball. If I had known that it could have been more casual I-”

The queen cuts off your whining as she glides over in a gauzy ivory gown, crown glittering with every light fixture. “Y/N. Very appropriate. Soonyoung, handsome as always. Are you sure you don’t have my genes?”

What? A - A joke? Where? You have to forcibly shut your mouth from the conversation in front of you. Soonyoung has a steady dancers’ posture - or maybe just a royal one. Straight spine, relaxed held back shoulders and a level gaze. You twist your fist in the many layers of your skirt, to both hide and release the frustrating tension radiating through you. The ambassador laughs, fluffing shyly at his bleach blonde fringe.

“Oh, ahaha. Your Majesty, no. No, I do not.” He mumbles.

You dip yourself in a short bow before dodging the pair in order to attempt to mingle. Droning conversation topics flick through your mind, like forcing the pages of a book. Finally, you set your sights on the Swedish ambassador, if only to talk about Eurovision - the one fun subject allowed to be discussed with you.

You find though, that most of the conversations you attend cycle through the same process. The notice of your presence and an introduction between you all - ministers, ambassadors and their companions. Then a resuming of the current conversation, you being too afraid of looking stupid to add any effective input. You have to bite back a sigh of relief when dinner is announced.

Soonyoung is right. You need a spoon for the cool soup served. He flicks the edge of the one you are supposed to use and you kick his ankle in thanks. The conversations from the foyer are carried into the dining space and you lose India to Thailand. Soonyoung is chatting avidly with Scotland across from him, his hands gesturing from their place on the table cloth. Despite this, main course goes swimmingly, a chicken lemon dish on rice with a hint of garlic and herbs. You hesitate on your chopsticks before picking up a knife and fork like most of the other dignitaries. You feel eyes on you and glance over to see Soonhee evaluating you from the head of the table. She still manages to look severe to you, even with the amicable situation - but maybe you’re just imagining things.

It’s when dessert is around the corner that it falls apart. Spain’s representative, a lovely man named Eduardo is discussing the lemon market of Amaide with you, something you are luckily very proficient with. As you speak, you demonstrate the incline of the market, you tip your water glass over. The elder man, easily in his fifties, smiles warmly and lets you fix it up with an apology to him and the waiter on hand to clean it up. Thailand’s eyes squint at you dubiously and you bow back to them. You describe the style of orchard the royal lemon ceremony is held in, gesturing over your shoulder at the Queen Mother, and the critical breeding of the trees that grow all over the country. A stray hand wave collides with the melting ice bucket with a clang, tipping it sideways… all over Eduardo. Now the pleasant man is drenched from head to toe, Portugal catching the spray and flying bottle of champagne. Thailand is awash as well, nowhere near as bad, but he seems to seize up in panic, dabbing and pressing at his shoulders and sleeves. The dining room is in a commotion now as you bite your lips and frown, grabbing your own napkin to dry down the man next to you. Your hair is damp, slowly going fluffy and frizzy from the water. People are standing up, including yourself and Soonhee.

“I-I-I’m so sorry. I’m not usually this clumsy! Are-are you okay, Eduardo?” You protest.

He shoots you a severe look, only tempered by the reputation of every single person in the room. Obviously not. You chew harshly at your lip as the waiters fuss and someone talks quietly about offering a change of clothes.

You look around the dying chaos - even Soonhee is amongst it, joining in on the many dabbing gingerly at the spanish ambassador’s suit with a napkin. Soonyoung catches your eye as you slink backwards towards the ajar french doors, leaning over to the waiter.

“If anyone asks, I’ve gone to the power room, okay? I-I, uh, shouldn't be too long.” You murmur out the corner of your mouth.

He glances at you, nodding. Soonyoung frowns, gesturing with a discreet finger back to his side. You shake your head, signalling a time-out. You hike up your skirts the moment you turn the corner, clacking down the dim hallway as fast as you can to pick up your purse from the cloak room. Making a detour, you go for the east bathroom, in favour of the north one closer to the dining room.

Slamming the door behind you and locking it, you turn the toilet lid down to sit on it for a moment. A time which gets longer and longer the more you worry your lips to oblivion, thinking on your next move. There is no salvaging what you just did. Humiliating yourself, your victims and the Queen Mother - and by extension, your entire country. No. Surely you couldn’t stay. But how to get out of the embassy without causing more of a fuss? You check the time. Only forty minutes left of the dinner anyway. They couldn’t miss you while still cleaning up. Your stomach turns and lurches heavily, so you turn to press your face into the cool tiled wall.

So, leave. But to where?

No one was in the city, having gone away for the break. Certainly not just home. You wanted just a moment away from everything. You peek your head out into the empty hallway. There is an employee exit next to the kitchens - only the cctv would see you then. But where to? Jihoon? Would he still be around? Would he be okay with seeing you?

You set up a ride for the university before making a break for it, gasping as you lose a bracelet, snagged on the curled handle of the door. Punching in the default entry code, you power walk over the concrete and gravel out to the side street as a little green bug of a car pulls up.

The window winds down to show a man in his early 30’s. “Ride for Y/n?”

“That’s me. Thanks.”

You glance back over your shoulder, through the wrought iron gates to the deadly still building. Jumping in, you tug your long, fluffy skirt in after you.

Bonus

[purplepollywog]

A thing that annoys me about the whole 'feathers vs. scales' dinosaur debate is when people bring up 'WELL X IS TOTALLY SCARIER'

SHuuuuuuut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up BOTH of you, because dinosaurs aren't scary movie monsters, they're ANIMALS, they just do what they do. Some are big predators, some are big sauropods, some are /tiny/ predators that are like a foot tall and look like giant puffballs, some had weird crests and horns for display and defence.

I love me some Jurassic Park just as much as I love a scientifically accurate representation of the Terrible Lizards.

But I also know when to separate fact from fiction, and I also know that Jurassic Park, in-verse, used genetic engineering to bring their dinosaurs to life, meaning they were a horrible mismatch of everything (Lysine deficiency, the fact the scientists were in such a rush to clone the first dinosaur THEY SOMEHOW FORGOT THE FROG DNA THEY WERE USING CAUSED SPONTANEOUS SEX CHANGE) and explicitly using them to turn a profit. Also the fact that DNA doesn't keep millions of years. So your giant raptors may actually be heavily modified cassowaries or something (barring the fact birds are dinosaurs). False advertising. They were made to be impressive monsters for public consumption, not animals. Also BioSyn, InGen's rival, wanted to steal the genetic code for the dinosaurs to use them as lab rats and avoid issues of ethics. I don't remember exactly how it was put, but the dinosaurs were commodities first. Theme park attractions. If Dr. Grant had brought them back, you're damn right he would've pressed for accuracy! But Hammond was a businessman, not a scientist. He was more concerned about investors and a bottom line.

But I digress. Dinosaurs are animals, they don't exist to be scary, feathered or not. Roaring or chirping. They just are.

[davidmartinezus]

Funny Cat Toy Glove

Vendor: skeenly Type: Pet Products Price: 19.95

The gloves feature abnormally long fingers with puffballs at the end of the four fingers (sorry thumb, no puffball for you). The puffballs have little bells on the inside so you can really drive your kitty (and housemates) crazy with every flick of your finger.

The 32 cm x 12.6 cm glove is made of canvas to help protect your delicate hand. The cuff has elastic bands to ensure it stays on while your cat is pawing and pulling at this fun, jingling glove. It should be noted that these cat scratch gloves only come with one glove per package…they are not a set like your warm winter mittens are.

The red glove is solid red on the top of the hand and features red polka dots with a white background on the palm of the glove. The poms on the fingers are red as is the elastic cuff.

The blue glove is solid light blue on the top of the hand and features red polka dots with a white background on the palm of the glove. The poms on the fingers are blue as is the elastic cuff.

The green glove is solid light green on the top of the hand and features red polka dots with a white background on the palm of the glove. The poms on the fingers are green and the elastic cuff is blue.

Cat toy glove that looks like a clown glove

One size fits all

One glove per purchase

Pom-poms on fingertips

Pom-poms have bells inside

Color Options:  Blue, Red, and Green

Solid color on top of the glove

Red polka dots on the palm of the glove

Cotton elastic helps keep the glove on

Made of canvas

32 cm long and 12.6 cm wide

Shipping takes 10 to 25 days

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[shadow-lag]

Promised add-on bc I have too much on her lol

(Commission from my friend JC, @//socorro-x. Featuring my other silly, Sunsprite.)

Alright some random notes I've have jotted down in my discord, a rapid fire. (These contain a lot of mk headcanons too bc I've really leaned into them being gsa partners and later great friends)

-Metaknight flying Nismo around bc she doesn't have wings of her own. Metaknight definitely has some scrap papers filled with early engineering drawings of "wings" for nismo. He had kept hold of them, stashed in a long forgotten folder of some dusty drawer after the war. After his battle with Galactaknight, he's probably left later wondering why he doesn't have horns, or why she never had wings. He quickly chalked it up to it being an aging thing (assuming gala is older), but deep down he believes it's the unnatural tampering from Nightmare, and loaths it.

-Nismo is *barely* taller than MetaKnight without boots (he is deeply wounded by this fact /hj) [also I had this headcanon written down that meta knight is below average height for a puffball due to his growth being tampered with and stunted during his time with nightmare. which I'm not sure about anymore but is kinda interesting!]

-OMG. NISMO. HER HORNS ARE MADE OF A SIMILAR CRYSTAL AS THE STAR ROD. BOTH CREATED BY MAGIC AND DO NOT EXIST NATURALLY. Since I'm thinking some failed experiment being the cause for her crystal horns (dont naturally occur for puffballs) Okay so maybe a bit op but like ?? Ayo?? Maybe Magolor and figure this out through his studying of the ancient times and long talks about adventures with Kirby.

-What's you're favorite color? *answers with a hex code of their very specific favorite color(s)*

-She loves glowberries and idc that those are minecraft

-She adores the waddle dees. Mostly bc of how cute they are in current times but also vastly respects their loyalty and dedication. As well as greatly appreciates their help and hard work in the GSA times.

-MK has gone on record to say that Nismos color reminds him of the orange ocean. Even when they are apart, flying the Halbert over the ocean brings back fond memories.

-Nismo loves all of the meta-knights like family and most certainly does not have any favorites (it's Sailor)

-Nismos horns grow continuously so she has to shave them down or use even stronger material to cut them. She can use this extra material to make things, she usually carves arrow heads out of it. This means those arrows are extremely powerful (and usually quite sharp) This crystal material isn't natural and she wasn't meant to grow horns. (Perhaps some ancient magic? Or void matter?)

-I think during her time in the GSA she would make spear heads for her favorite waddle dees (they were servants(?) in the GSA. Skilled with spears for backup, but they did mostly cooking and cleaning and such at the camps)

-Once she moved to dreamland, she would make a new bow from the fabled yggy woods, he had kindly offered her a fallen branch. She quickly befriended the greatly talked about bandana waddle dee (he's the talk of the town, spoken about highly amongst his fellow dees for his bravery and how he's such great representation for the dees as a whole) she thought highly of the waddle dees working in the GSA. After hearing all the adventures this one had been on, she had to check him out for herself. They become quick friends and she made him a spear in whole. Using some leftover wood from yggy and a crystal spear head.

-Even after the GSA disbanded, she kept her star symbol on her pauldron. Even though the war only really ended with kirby summoning the star rod, she wore it pridefully. They may have "lost" the war, but they put up the good fight. It was in honor of the fallen she would tell you.

-Crystal horns glow. Ever so slightly

-Nismo loved baking before joining the GSA, and therefore usually cooked for whoever she was stationed with. Due to being spoiled on this and only really learning war ration ass meals (mandatory training) is why metaknights cooking sucks lol

Alright!! That's all of them (I think-) mostly in order from my most recent notes to the older ones. I'm sure there's other scattered elsewhere. I have so much to say about her lol

Some more doodles lol

And! A whole clay figure of her!! Which unfortunately got knocked off my desk not once, but twice- and is no longer with us lmao

I think that's all!! Good luck everyone:D

@kirbyoctournament

Introducing...NISMO*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Prior GSA member, she is an archer powerhouse. Using arrowheads made from her unusual and ever-growing crystal horns, she can scope out hundreds of enemies from Nightmare Enterprises. Frequently sent to work with one of the GSA's top solider, Sir Metaknight. 🦇⚔️🫐

Though despite the sad appearance her masks downturned shape may portray, she is heeps more cheery then the blue knight. Often going as far to tease him, but always brightening his mood (even through his denial)

After the GSA decided to disband, she continued wearing her star badge. Through this, she managed to navigate her way through off-handed conversations and small mentions straight back to MK, and to the beautiful Dreamland. Where she meets the King's hoard of waddle dees. The GSA had plenty of trained waddle dees working to maintain and protect large bases, all in which she held high respects, but none were quite like the largely spoken about and highly regarded Bandana Dee. Whom she made very quick friends with, even going as far to use scrap Iggy Woods wood and her crystals to make him a custom spear. (A cherished gift)

Avid pop flower enjoyer<3

[skeenly]

Funny Cat Toy Glove

Vendor: skeenly Type: Pet Products Price: 19.95

The gloves feature abnormally long fingers with puffballs at the end of the four fingers (sorry thumb, no puffball for you). The puffballs have little bells on the inside so you can really drive your kitty (and housemates) crazy with every flick of your finger.

The 32 cm x 12.6 cm glove is made of canvas to help protect your delicate hand. The cuff has elastic bands to ensure it stays on while your cat is pawing and pulling at this fun, jingling glove. It should be noted that these cat scratch gloves only come with one glove per package...they are not a set like your warm winter mittens are.

The red glove is solid red on the top of the hand and features red polka dots with a white background on the palm of the glove. The poms on the fingers are red as is the elastic cuff.

The blue glove is solid light blue on the top of the hand and features red polka dots with a white background on the palm of the glove. The poms on the fingers are blue as is the elastic cuff.

The green glove is solid light green on the top of the hand and features red polka dots with a white background on the palm of the glove. The poms on the fingers are green and the elastic cuff is blue.

Cat toy glove that looks like a clown glove

One size fits all

One glove per purchase

Pom-poms on fingertips

Pom-poms have bells inside

Color Options:  Blue, Red, and Green

Solid color on top of the glove

Red polka dots on the palm of the glove

Cotton elastic helps keep the glove on

Made of canvas

32 cm long and 12.6 cm wide

Shipping takes 10 to 25 days

Special Promotion! 

Use code: START10 when you spend over $25 to get 10% off!

Use code: WIN5 when you spend over $20 to get 5% off!

OUR GUARANTEE

We truly believe we make some of the most creative inventions and we back that up with an Iron-Clad 100% Customer Satisfaction Guarantee. If you don’t have a positive shopping experience for any reason, we will do whatever it takes to make sure you are 100% satisfied with your purchase.

Shopping online can sometimes be a daunting task, so we want you to know there are absolutely zero risks in purchasing something and trying it out. If you don’t like it, no hard feelings, we’ll make it right.

Limited Time Only This item is NOT available in stores. We ship worldwide!

Orders usually ship from our store between 5-15 business days (sometimes this can take longer depending on how busy we are).

Once your order is shipped, we will not be able to refund you.

Please allow 2-4 weeks for delivery due to high demand.

Once you received the product and if found any problem about it please take a photo and send us via email at info@skeenly.com

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[crescent-the-lazy-wolfbones]

gonna be reblogging some of the art I post on me and my s/o's blog here until it gets abit more active so the art doesnt go unseen lol.

Impatience.