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tangerinesgirl · 1 year

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For my next trick...

Buggy X Fem!Reader

Summary: Buggy invades your village and takes you all hostage as audience members. You decide to stand up for yourself but Buggy has very cruel and unusual punishments.

Word count: 500+

Rating: 18+, explicit, no minors, yandere

Warnings: YANDERE/DEAD DOVE/DARK!FIC, smut, rape, noncon, 18+, cockwarming, public sex, a bit silly at times

"Gooooooood evening out there how is everyone?"

There's a horrified silence. Moments ago this clown pirate ransacked your home, your entire village, and now he's making a song and a dance about it. He's centre stage, spotlight on him, gesturing to everyone, to whoop and cheer.

"That's your cue, look there's even an applause sign, and you still fucked it up", he scrunches his fists against his forehead in irritation.

"Again! This time, if you don't clap your hands, I'll cut them off. Understood?"

There's a quiet sob coming somewhere from the crowd.

"Goooood evening ladies and gentlefolk, how are you doing out there?"

There's a smattering of applause, almost sarcastic.

"Okay a slight improvement I guess".

You don't clap, instead you follow a weird gut feeling, it'll probably cost you your life but you've already lost everything, and it'll be fun to mess with him you decide. So you cup your hands around your mouth and give a loud "BOOOOO!".

The clown snaps up at you and tilts his head, curious, "oooh a brave little girl, I think we've just had our first volunteer of the night. Let's give her a round of applause!".

A few of his lackeys grab you roughly by the shirt collar and drag you down the stairs, throwing you on the floor in front of him. He bends down and grabs your hair, pulling it so you're forced to look at him.

"You're so much prettier on your hands and knees darling", he whispers in your ear. You spit on his face and he lets go of your hair in surprise.

He looks you up and down, "that was actually really hot... do it again".

You try to run for the door but his crew grab you again and slam you down to the floor and tie you to it. Leather cuffs attached to a pulley system are being strapped to your arms and legs. You squirm but there's too many crew members to shake off. He keeps his distance this time and paces around you.

He steps on your head moving it to the side, investigating, "Just how I like my women, feisty and chained up."

He claps his hands in anticipation and talks to the audience, "So who wants to see my first trick up my sleeve?", the audience have no choice but to clap.

"Well actually, not technically up my sleeve. It's actually in here", he starts to unbuckle his belt.

You scream out for help, the chains clinking as you do.

"Crew, shut her up. And open those pretty legs of hers too while you're there".

Someone ties a cloth around your mouth, another turns a wheel that pulls your ankle restrains apart. The wheel stops just as you groan out in pain. Meanwhile the clown is hyping up the audience, you're not quite sure what he's saying as you're wincing in pain. He's unbuttoned his pants and the next think you see is his dick just flying around the audience, with various "oohs" and "aahs". You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion and bewilderment. Oh my god, this guy is an actual psychopath. You start to cry as you scream through the cloth harshly. The clown suddenly has knives coming out of his knuckles and he cuts your panties away. He giddily sits down next to your head. He licks away a tear and pats your face twice, patronisingly.

He turns to the audience, "I don't think she can take me, what do you think? Should I let her go?"

The audience boo and spur him on. His dick in mid air wriggles comedically like it's revving up.

"WELL okay, if you insist! 3, 2, 1..." His dick zooms past the audience and goes straight into your pussy. A crew member honks a horn off stage as it does so. You clench your toes and cry out in pain at the sheer force, and also at the size, as it hits right against your cervix. The dick removes itself and slams into you again and again.

The clown whispers, "you know I was going to cut your tongue out after this, but maybe I'll keep you. Even though my dick is detached right now, I feel everything," he moans, he's getting off on all of this.

His dick starting to slow down the pace, "You take me so well... Maybe I'll keep you... My personal slave".

His dick stops inside you, it twitches and you start to feel his seed seeping into you. He's panting and groaning right next to your ear, this sends you over the edge and your body betrays you and cums too.

He laughs and says, "Mm I felt that. You fucking liked it, you sicko. I'm definitely keeping you".

Your combined cum leaks out of you onto the circus floor, his dick still inside you.

"I think I'll stay here for a bit. You feel so good, I think I'll be up for round two in a moment. Maybe I'll fuck your mouth next. That will shut you up once and for all."

His words make you clench around him and he moans again, his dick already getting hard, "You're such a freak. You're gonna fit in here just fine".

#buggy x reader #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #fanfic #fanfiction #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #yandere #one piece buggy #one piece live action #one piece netflix #fic #buggy the clown fic #fem reader #afab reader #buggy x y/n #buggy/reader #buggy/yn

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bamsara · 2 years

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Halloween's Night (Solar Lunacy! DCA x Reader Drabble)

This was orignally a prompt drabble, but I got carried away so now it's a simple Halloween drabble of it's own without the prompt.

Set in future ARC 2 (lateish) of Solar Lunacy: The DCA's reputation has improved, Moon has been reinstated as the Daycare Attendant and is doing well so far combatting the virus. Fire has not happened yet.

With no prior plans made, you are working the evening to night shift at the Pizzaplex's Daycare on Halloween night, so you practice Trick or Treating Safty with Sun and the kids, and witness a sweeter, softer moment with Moon. Also, everyone is forced to wear costumes. Including you, to which you get teased for.

The reader has a 'themed' costume, but the actaul apperence of the costume is not described, and up to visual interprietation

WordCount: 4,000+ | AO3 Link (preffered for comments!)

Halloween was a favorite holiday, if you couldn't notice from the absolute takeover scary and pumpkin themed decor had over your neighbors lawns and in the front window of every store you pass by on the drive to work. One of the best holidays, something to look forward to all year, and stores know this, jacking up heavy prices of candy for trick or treaters for the special night.

Fazbear Entertaient is no different. The moment the calender struck October 1st, Halloween decor started appearing in every neon hall and nearly everything was spook themed. Even the band members received 'make-overs' or costume changes to help with the Halloween Spirit.

Chica was a vampire, her hunger for pizza now a thirst for blood! (Or so she likes to loudly proclaim) while Roxy was a werewolf hunter, which, you find terribly ironic but she looks great in the typical lumber-jack style with a trench coat, it almost reminds you of pirate themed aesthetic, but you don't bring that part up.

Freddy is a wizard. Really. He's a wizard, complete with wizard hat on top of his original top hat and sparkly cape behind him. He looks goofy, but that was the goal, and the kids really love when he waves his 'magical hands', pulls out candy from his cape (which thankfully hid his chest compartment) and handed them out.

Monty is a zombie, complete with fake painted 'stitches' across his body with new paint that makes some parts slightly discolored from the rest of him. You wouldn't think that he would have liked playing the part, but turns out the Gator actaully likes to jump out and scare people, hands out and threatening to eat little ones as they run, giggling.

All their costumes were cute!

You, on the other hand, were quite surprised when you clocked in for your shift, and a staffbot rolls up to you with a brown paper bag, shoving it into your hands before giving you a quick thumbs up and rolling away.

Inside, to your exact measurements, is a costume that looks like a space themed fairy-type of thing that looks more like it would be suited for a child who couldn't decide what to dress up as rather than for an employee with unreasonable mangment. It even came with shoes.

....actaully, you shouldn't be surprised. Ever since your 'promotions, you should have seen things like this coming. You were hoping you could get away with just the bear-ears.

You change in the employee break room before heading out, and the Daycare, as always, is very busy when you arrive.

You hear them before you see them, children laughing as the Daycare Attendant chases them throughout the jungle gym, dark shapes through the plastic parts until they come rolling out of the tube slides. Even the tykes were in costumes, most of them onsies their parents picked out. Adorable.

Sun's costume change was interesting: a long black cape over his usual clown attire, and two painted devil horns on the appropriate spots on his sunrays. The clown ruffles were missing, and his colorful pants were replaced by puffy black pants, a tight shirt that made his chasis look like a skeleton's ribcage and with long sleeves with bones on the fabric as well.

The ribbons on his wrist remain, and so do the shoes with the bells. There's a hood on the back too and something attatched to his hip, but the hood is down because it would never fit around his rays, and the object is obscured behind the cape.

No where near as colorful as the animatronic usually liked, but he didn't seemed bothered; the kids were having a hell of a time with his new 'scary' apperence.

You take your place at the security desk right as the first parent arrives to come check out their kid, and Sun bounds up right with the toddler in his arms before you even call for him. After formalities, the paperwork (not really nesssasary, since robots can handle all the stuff in their brains anyway, but it makes you feel useful) and waving the two off, he turns to greet you.

Actaully, he gives you a full look-over, hand on cheek and humming. The displeasure on your face is plain, so you know his voice is teasing when he speaks. "Well, don't you look like a doll-!-"

"Shut it." You huff, and amusement flashes across the animatronic's face, and you subconsioudly adjust the straps of the fairy wings you've been tasked to wear with a sour frown. "I didn't choose the costume."

"Really! Because I think it suits you very well-"

You wack him with the clipboard, and Sun fakes hurt. "Boo. What are you supposed to be?"

He grings. "I have no idea! A demon, I think." Sun hunches over, fingers curled to mimick claws and turns from you to yell out towards the gaggle of children who were peering over at you two curiously. "Maybe the kind that eats little boys and girls that don't brush their teeth!"

A small collective gasp, a few giggles, hiding their faces away back into their coloring books as Sun gives them a final lookover and return back to you. "Whatdya think? Scary enough for ya?"

"Terrifying." You smile. "What am I supposed to be doing today? Aside from checkouts." You look towards the children, not many left.Looks like most of them have already been picked up.....That's...earlier, than usual."

Sun claps his hands together. "It's Halloween! Families come to pick up little ones early to start trick or treating! The Daycare will be closing a few hours early tonight!"

Oh, good. Less human interaction for you then. You sit yourself at the Security desk, eyeing the suspisouly full bowl of Fazbear themed candy that's been placed there. "Nice. Are these free for the taking?"

"Not quite yet." A metal hand clasps onto your shoulder, fingers tapping on your clothes. "And you know what? I could really use a little fairy helper right now-"

"Sunny-"

"Trick or Treating saftey! Super important! Some of these kiddos are trick or treating for the first time ever tonight, lets do a test run!" He leans back away from you, giddy and chipper as usual. Pretty sunny guy for being a demon.

You raise a brow, hand inching towards the treat bowl. "So...you want me to play the person at the door?"

"Correct!" Without missing a beat or moving his gaze, he gently slaps your hand away, and you pout as he continues. "I'll help encourage them, you just pretend to be 'answering the door' and give one piece of candy when they're ready-don't give anything with peanuts to Lewis, you see that one? Little one, blue dinorsouar onsie, yes. Good, good-and you can have any remaining candy left over!"

That bit caught your attention. "Can I have some now?"

"It would make the kids sad to see you eating candy when they're only allowed one." Sun's lowers, smile softening. "So no. You cannot."

Your response is a wrinkled nose and a frown. He pats your head in a mock show of empathy and tuts at your impatience.

The kids are giddy when Sun gathers them and tells them the rules as you prepare yourself to be the 'door greeter' in this little scenerio. For this, you crouch underneath the security desk where you can't be seen, await for a child to knock on the 'door' (aka, the wood of the desk) before popping up and going about the scenerio. It's silly, and a few onlookers that are leaving peer through the glass at your shenanigans, but you're smiling anyway.

The first knock comes, two hits on the wood and you pop out from the behind the desk. "Hello! And what are you supposed to be!"

The child, a boy with glasses too big for his face and wearing a skeleton onsie, timidly holds out his hands, eyes big and expectant. He has a slight lisp when he talks, excited. "Trick or Treat!"

You shift your eyes to Sun, and siliently the animatronic returns your knowing gaze. Well, he didn't really answer your question, but it's the enthusiasim that counts. "Oh my, here you go."

You place a piece of candy in his palm, and the boy immediatly turns to run off.

"Now what do we say?" Sun calls out to the boy's retreating form, half sticking out of a sliding tube.

The other children watch intently as the boy freezes, scuttles back out of the tube and running up to you. "T-thank you."

"Veeeery good job!" Sun praises, and you smile at the child to emphsize his praise. "Now what do we do?"

The boy answers, his voice joined by the choir of other children answering with him all out of synch. "Go back to our parents."

"That's right! You're a very smart bunch of fellas, aren't you?" Sun, who stands across the length of the room that would consitute a mock distance of the sidewalk to a front door, nods in approval as the candy holding tyke runs up to him, pinching the little one's cheek and cooing. He played the 'parent' while you were the door greeter, and you watched as he clapped and praised the children for following such a good example before ducking back underneath the desk.

The animatronic gently presses another child in your direction, and the process repeats.

It's cute and silly. They're all very young, more than likely this will be their first Halloween going door to door, and nervous at first when they approuch you, knocking on the desk and looking askew when you come out from hiding. That is, until their good manners and saftey behavior is rewarded with a piece of chocolate or jolly rancher, and their face lights up.

You occasionally have to break character as parents arrive to check out their children, the group dwindling little as the candy in your bowl starts to deplete. Some of them are restraining a laugh or smile at your costume, and possibly Sun's, but appreciate the 'practice' before the actaul trick or treating.

The next child is the quiet one. A little pigtailed girl that never talks, in an alien themed costume with a Moon plushie that's clutched tightly to her chest.

This girl never liked Sun, scared of him, so he doesn't push her too much as he gestures for her to approuch you. "It's okay, it's just practice! You get a piece of candy for trying!"

She doesn't budge from her spot, notably a distance away from the animatronic. Sun's smile doesn't faulter, but you know it probably sucks for him when this happens. "The meeting spot can be where the coloring books are, you don't have to come near me, okay?" His voice is soft, lowered, unlike him like he was borrowing the tone from somewhere else. "Would you like to try?"

She hesitates, looking back and forth between you and the jester, before approuching in small, timid steps. You try to appear as nonthreatening as possible . You don't even hide this time, just smiling as she approuches the desk. "Hello, there."

You see her tense up, and know it's already a failed attempt before her eyes get wet. A knock on the desk isn't even attempted, and the girl takes off, Moon plushie and alien antienna and all, towards the coloring books.

You have half a mind to go after to, comfort her somehow, but Sun is by your side quickly, calling out to the toddler instead. "That's alrighty, starlight! You tried and you were very brave, good job!" His praise feels esasperated, and the animatronic turns to you, head lowered to whisper so the other children. "That one's a touch sensitive. Best not to push it."

He's right, but you still feel a bit guilty. No time to feel it for long, because a gaggle of parents appear at the doorway and your attention is torn away to check out the remaining children to their appopriate gaurdians.

Sun amuses the remainder of the children with cartwheels and handstands that make his cape fly wildly until the children, one by one, are checked out and the Daycare is growing empty.

The hours are shorter because of the holiday, so the automated lighting system is supposed to go off earlier than usual. Parents and families are clearing out from the Pizzaplex, save for a few lingering souls, one of which still sits by the coloring area, scribbling on a page underneath one of the toddler tables in quiet contentment.

You frown, and pull out your phone. "The Daycare closes in five minutes."

"Her father must have forgotten the holiday hour change." Sun interjects, quickly gathering up all the little plastic candy wrappers the children threw onto the floor and tossing them into the garbage bin, muttering about keeping the place clean. "Good fello! Busy quite a lot, I think. He'll show up, no worries."

"The lights will go out." You say, and this time, there's no worry in your voice.

Sun salutes you, saying nothing. But he does tug at your wings as he passes by, and you try to step on his cape to make him trip and fail, causing him to snicker as you stumble.

As time would have it, the lights go out at the exact time Naptime is scheduled, but the Daycare is no longer taking check-ins for the holiday and is officially closed. Funny how the shortened hours would eradicate the Naptime schedule from the end of the work day, but there was no time for sleep on Halloween's Eve.

You don't flinch anymore when the lights go out, but you still look up from your phone and desk towards the girl that has yet to be picked up. She's not coloring anymore, instead curled up against a giant plushie and picking at the threads from her own plush.

Poor thing. You consider getting up and going to try and talk to her-

-but a blur in the corner of your vision comes around to your front, something silver colored and shiny pressing up against your neck. You freeze, instictivly, at the sycth's blade up against your skin.

A low, familier voice whispers next to your ear. "Slow down. You'll get sick."

Immediatly your face deadpans, and your hands drop the series of candy that you oh-so-weren't-totally-stealing from the candy bowl. "I'm an adult, Moon. I can have as much candy as I want."

Moon says nothing, but you can practically hear the grin as the plastic, wobbly blade drags across your neck harmlessly as the animatronic makes a 'scccchhhh' sound to mimick slitting your throat.

"Dying. Dying super hard. Blood gushing everywhere right now.." You jest, and the 'weapon' disappears, allowing you to spin on your heel and take the animatronic in fully. "....The Grim Reaper?"

Moon stands there in costume, the same as what Sun wore, but the hood was up over his hat, and a toy scycnh that's more suited for a child in his grip. That must be what was attatched to their hip you didn't see earlier.

He looks...unbothered, and his behavior was playful. But then again, you've known the Daycare Attendant long enough that it was easy to hide a face when your face's default setting is 'smile.' "Managment really didn't think the whole costume thing through, huh?"

His eyes are white, the one on the darker half of his face darkening to a red hue, only briefly. He holds the scyth up, pulling down one end and releasing it so it wobbled like rubber. "Try not to look too much into it."

"As long as you're having fun." You offer a smile in comfort, and Moon's response is 'stabbing' you through the gut with the fake sycnh, to which you snatch from him and bonk him with it as he snickers. "You dolt! There's a kid still here!"

"I know." Moon is unaffected by the plastic bonking, unmoving and plain faced as it hits him right between the eyes.

"Well?" You pull your 'weapon' back and glare at him.

Moon has no pupils at the moment, but you feel his gaze drift up and down your body before meeting your own again.

"Moon." You stress.

"Nice costume." He chuckles, fingers coming up to pinch at your wings. The straps press against your skin as he pulls them, humming like one was inspecting a caught butterfly. "Can't have you flying away though-"

You bonk him again. "Stop that."

"Hurtful" He's snickering. He's mocking you, damn him. "I let you get away with too much."

"Okay, now you're just being mean-"

He catches your next hit, your hand in his palm, curled fingers enclosing your own. A frown on your face, you open your mouth to question it before you pause. He's not looking at you, rather, peering off towards the other end of the Daycare, and you follow his vision.

Right as you look over, you spy pigtails dart back behind one of the cylinder towels. Moon drops your hand, and you keep your voice low when you talk to him so she can't hear. "You're supposed to be her favorite. I don't know why she hasn't come over to say hi to you, yet."

Moon hums. "Because the adults are flirting."

You whip your head back around to him, face hot. "We are not 'flirting'!"

Casually, he adjusts the wings back into proper position. "Sure."

"We're not!"

"Okay." He taps the corner of his faceplate, near his smile that's been teasing the entire time.

You pause, hand coming up to wipe your mouth. He leaves you there while you scrub at the space around your lips furiosuly until you're convinced he only tricked you into thinking you have chocolate around your mouth just so he'd get the last laugh, but he's approuching the girl before you can retort.

You huff at him, but settle back into your spot against the security desk, where the light switch remains nearby and you have a full view of the scenerio. You won't need to use it. You only remember it's there for your own memory.

Pulling out your phone, you check the time again and a few messages and emails wishing you a safe and happy halloween from a few stores that want to capatilize on the holiday. More than likley, the father of the child will arrive at his usual time to pick up the girl, which is typically an hour before closing, but due to the shortened hours of the holiday, would be another thirty minutes from now.

So you eat candy and pass the time. You don't mind it, helps you organize your notes. Occasioanlly you'll look up from the desk out of habit and see the animatronic sitting criss cross on the floor, hands in his lap with the little girl who's too afraid to interact with anyone else.

It's funny, you think, as you pop a smartie in your mouth, that the little girl afraid of everything else's favorite is a robot with a old reputation for blantant murder.

She's showing him a drawing you can't see from this distance, and Moon takes it in his hands and says something softley that you can't hear. You smile, and return to your phone and candy. He's come a long way.

It's a few minutes later as you close out of all of your tabs do you feel a presence around you. You look up, Moon standing a few feet away, cloak fully closed and hood pulled over so only the bottom half of his face is visible, with the glow of two white eyes staring at you from the dark.

The moment you notice him, he shuffles forward, except it's weird. Like penguin walking, in fashion that reminds you that underneath the 'grim reaper' costume, he's still a freaking clown.

You raise a brow. "Wha-"

He cuts you off. "Trick or Treat." You furrow your brows, squinting in confusion, and so he repeats himself again. "Trick. Or. Treat."

You're about to jest that robots don't eat candy so you'll have to take trick instead, but a small shape catches your sight. Hands, small and shaky, push out from the bottom of the cloak. The body attactched to them are still hidden by the fabric, but they are cupped and outstretched towards you.

You understand instantly. There's not a lot of candy left in the bowl since you've been eating them all, but there's three or four pieces left, which you scoop up and gently plop into the child's palms. "Bravery gets a reward, doesn't it?"

The child only makes a positive sniffle, but the hands pull back into the cloak and you immediatly hear the sound of a wrapper being torn open.

"Thank you." Moon grins.

Then, much to your amusement, you watch as the animatronic quite literally turns on his heel, and waddles all the way back to the designated 'safe zone'. It is, by all accounts, the funniest thing you've seen all night and takes a considerable amount of effort not to laugh at the retreating figure penguining away.

The father arrives a few minutes after that, and the girl is very easily presuaded from that point to come out from her hiding. Your suspisions were correct; the father simply didn't realize the Daycare's hours were working on a holiday schedule, and apologized greatly for the trouble. You're the one to reassure him that it's fine, you're going in the daycare all night anyways, and that his daughter caused no trouble.

Moon does not stand with you at the door. He still has....trouble with older adults sometimes. So he stands as a cloaked silohellte at the far top end of the jungle gym, cloaked in shadow save for his eyes, and his hand when he pulls it out to wave back as the girl waves at him once, and they're gone.

There. The Daycare is offically closed and empty. The Pizzaplex in full will be following suit soon, and you can relax.

The sound of bells jingle behind you as your lock the exit. "You're going to stay."

It's less of a question, more like a statement, but you give him a response as you turn anyways. "Yeah. I didn't have any Halloween plans, so I agreed to a full evening and night shift. I get bonus pay for it being a holiday."

"We could do scary things." He starts, mischief in his grin. He walks around you in a circle, oddly and dramatic in the fashion that a jester knows best, whipping the other side of your head as you turn to and fro. "I can show you scary things. Tell stories."

"I can show you scary things and stories." You refute. Pulling out your phone, Youtube and a few streaming services are pinned to your homescreen. "Never had a horror movie marathon, have you, Starboy?"

Moon pauses, and thinks for a long time.

You narrow your eyes at the silence. "If you joke that your life is a horror movie, I'll be disappointed."

"Not anymore." The animatronic spins his head, once, twice, as the wire comes down to attatch. It hooks onto his back, which is hilarious to see because you realize the cloak must have a small hole cut out the back for that to even work.

"Our room. Comfortable there." His hand extends towards you. "Feel like flying, fairy?"

Your nose wrinkles, taking his hand and scoffing at his amusement. "Okay, that's it, I'm taking the costume off as soon as we're up there."

#Solar Lunacy #Bytes of Lunacy #fnaf sb #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #drabbles #moon x reader #sun x reader #self insert #moondrop #sundrop

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vergak · 1 year

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sladkjflk one of the guys in my econ class has the Exact maleslut haircut you've got going on in that picture and i simply must tell you more about him:

-he only ever wears fancy designer gucci shit but hes broke as hell so he's just. wearing the same 4 designer shirts on repeat. same order usually too it's the stripey one the red one the v neck the black one repeat. one pair of pants

-he doesn't officially live on campus but he's hooking up with enough girls in every residence building that they've pooled their sign in days to get him in basically every night anyway. there's a shared gcal.

-dude's comically jacked one time i was in his way and he was in a hurry and he opted to PICK ME UP AND MOVE ME OVER instead of waiting for me to step aside

-one time he asked me to explain in-depth a lot of the finer points of having sex as a trans person (he asked if i was cool w talking abt it first this wasnt just like, walking up and asking how i bone) and he was mostly just like mhm yeah mhm until i mentioned how phallo pumps work and then he went and i quote: "HOLY SHIT! That's so beautiful. I wish more happened when you squeezed MY balls." and suggested they should make a procedure for putting a clown horn in there

-he's apparently 100% straight but strongly advocates for hooking up with men every couple of years because "your tastebuds change when you get older, maybe your sexbuds do too"

-one time we were both at a party and i got him some water bc he was puking in the toilet, and he tried to offer me his socks as payment, then his boxers when i didn't want the socks, then settled on telling me i could have one mcnugget and five fries from every meal he buys for the rest of time, then spilled the water on the floor.

-you'd think all this would make us friends but i'm pretty sure he's like this with every single guy in the school, he got a matching tattoo with a dude in our class DURING ORIENTATION WEEK

Okay he deserves the haircut more than I do actually

#i dont even know where to start #love this

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tgmsunmontue · 10 months

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Another Time (Chapter 13/14)

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE

Summary: Jake wakes up in Rooster's body ~30 hours post-Mission and they have to deal with it. They're adults. Apparently.

(Posting on Tumblr, chapter a day until it's complete, after it's complete I will post it on AO3 once a day until it's completed there as well).

Odd chapter = Jake POV, Even chapter = Bradley POV

THIRTEEN

Jake has a fiberglass cast and strict instructions to rest with it up as much as possible. The soft-tissue damage isn’t as bad as they first feared, but they need to fix the bone first. Pheonix had taken far too much joy in slapping a pair of boardshorts on his chest, covered in a horribly bright and garish print for him to change into so they could set his leg. They’re clearly Bradley’s and he looks ridiculous with his khaki uniform top and board shorts on the bottom. He’s allowing the wheelchair only because he can use a hospital blanket to cover them up. He really hopes he doesn’t have to go through all the physical therapy that it’s going to take, although he guesses if this… thing with Rooster pans out he’s going to be there anyway. Wants to be there.

He used to think he had taste, but Rooster is… he groans. As a person he’s actually good. Decent, for all the baggage he’s apparently dragging around with him. The whole clothing choices are just dressing, and he knows he’d rather have a good person with bad taste in clothes than a bad person with good taste in clothes. He’s been fooled by window dressing before. Fuck. He hopes he doesn’t have to talk about that. He lets the nurse wheel him out the waiting room and spies a wide-eyed Maverick (clearly now in the know with the hunted looks he’s swinging between himself and Rooster).

“Uh, Roo- Bra-“

“Say it a little faster and you’ll sound like a clown horn,” Jake supplies and then Rooster is swatting him on the shoulder and he supposes he should probably be nicer to his… Rooster’s… dad? Oof. That’s a whole carrier load of shit to unpack there and he’s going to avoid it for as long as possible.

“Hey, you ready to go? Wait… why are you in a chair?” Rooster asks, peering down at him and he resists the urge to give him the finger.

“I’m not wearing pants.”

He watches his own face, eyes going wide in disbelief. He looks good but he still thinks Rooster looks better. He’s hit then with a desperate stab of longing; he wants to be looking at Rooster properly, through his own eyes, in his own body.

“No, it’s worse. He’s wearing a pair of yours. The lime green and pink ones,” Phoenix says, looking gleeful. He should have fucking known.

“Did you deliberately choose the worse pair?”

“Hey! I bought you those ones! But yes, of course I dd. You didn’t make me pancakes.”

“Jesus Nat…”

He watches them bicker and he’s reminded that their relationship is a lot longer and stronger than this burgeoning thing he has with Rooster, the hopeful beginning of something more. Part of him though is immensely glad that Rooster didn’t pay good money for the atrocity he is currently wearing and he lets the longing ebb away, nothing he can do about it right now.

“Okay, so lunch and then we’ve got the debrief… did that, uh, get sorted?” He asks, looking at Maverick. Maverick looks torn, clearly wanting to move to be nearer the physical body of his pseudo-kid but also talk with him, looks between the two of them like he’s not sure where to start.

“Yeah. Yeah it did. It’s going to be a review of the one you gave on the carrier, and there are some follow up questions they want addressed. Around Bradley’s especially.” He looks between them again and Jake nods, because out of all of them, Bradley is the one who out-right disobeyed direct orders. Jake himself preempted some of his orders, Hondo telling him to get back in his jet and running through the pre-flight checks as soon as he found out that Bradley’s tracker was supersonic. He would have disobeyed direct orders if he’d needed to though, but Hondo was already there, wire in his ear and telling him to get in the air.

“I’m going to have mine first. I’ll see you all there. Enjoy your lunch.”

He gets an awkward hug from Mav given that he’s in a wheelchair with a leg up, and then he watches as Mav gives Rooster one as well, and Mav looks uncomfortable, says something so quiet he can’t catch it.

“Mav, we’ll talk when we get this figured out okay?”

“Yeah, of course kid.”

There’s a back slap and little finger salute and then Mav is striding out and Jake cannot believe that out of all of them it’s the dude that’s nearly sixty walking around like he hasn’t just lived through hell.

“He has his first so Ice can yell at him in private.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Yep. Mav’s done a lot of stupid shit, and he just told me that they’re still together, so that’s hopefully going to make things… smoother.”

“Not above using your connections?” Jake asks, and winces a little internally, reminds himself he’s trying to be less of an asshole, fully expects Rooster to give him the finger but instead he just looks serious and resigned.

“I’ll take whatever they dish out. I don’t regret it. I’d do it again.”

“Fuck. I don’t know if that’s what you should be saying.”

Rooster shrugs and Jake reaches for his hand, grips it tight before letting it go. They make their way out to the parking lot and Phoenix waves, telling them she’ll meet them at the diner and Jake looks sharply at Bradley.

“Take me home. Back to you place. I am not being seen in public like this.”

“No one knows it’s you, you’re fine.”

“Come on, please…”

“Ugh. Fine. I think I have a pair of black shorts that should fit over the cast.”

Jake feels a little thrill at getting his way, lets Bradley help him into the car and return the wheelchair. The leg is achy, but it is duller now, low and constant. Easily manageable and almost ignorable. As long as he doesn’t try walking on it. He changes out of the horrendous shorts and jokingly asks if he can burn them, which makes Rooster laugh. Then they’re enroute to the diner, and when he gets there, he really wishes that he’d thought to invite Javy. Bob is there along with Fanboy and Payback, Phoenix already sipping at a smoothie and they all politely shuffle so he can sit while Bradley gets him a chair to rest his leg on, giving him a look when he grumbles.

“So, do you have any idea as to why we’re now having our debrief with Admiral Kazansky?” Fanboy asks, and Jake grimaces. If this lasts longer, they’ll tell them as well, can’t keep it from them,

“Yeah… there’s a situation which needs some, uh, closed door conversations,” Jake provides, pulling a face, because that sounds fucking awful. And Rooster didn’t follow orders, which, okay, it saved the life of the Admiral’s boyfriend (his brain goes !?!?!) so Bradley’s got that going for him in the pro column, even if he does say he’d fucking disobey orders again. Jake’s pretty sure that only he and Phoenix know about Kazansky’s relationship with Mav and Rooster, he wouldn’t discount Bob though. He’ll never discount Bob for anything ever again.

It’s mostly quiet while they eat, a little conversation about plans for leave once it’s confirmed. He realizes that they’re all still decompressing, just like he was doing before waking up in the sick bay and not in his own body and had a whole new problem to focus on. He lets them tidy the table, notices that they’re all even more comfortable in each other’s space than usual, like they want to be there, or reassuring themselves that they’re there. He reaches for Bradley’s hand then, suddenly gets it, because he’s already had one dream of not making it in time and watching the F14 explode into pieces in front of him and needs the reassurance of warm flesh under his fingertips. They’re both alive.

They have a convoy of three cars heading to base, and Bradley makes him sit in the back so he can have his leg up, which Jake rolls his eyes at but still does it. He gets dropped off as close to the entrance as possible so he doesn’t need to walk with the crutches, waits for them to join him before they straighten their service khakis and he feels all sorts of wrong not fully fitted out, but figure he’s in Rooster’s body and if he’s going to be court martialed then not being in proper uniform isn’t going to matter.

They’re made to wait outside, and Jake receives a funny look from the secretary and he wonders if he’s meant to know who they are or if it’s the shorts. They wait in silence and exactly at fourteen hundred the door opens and Maverick waves them in. At a conference table sits Admiral Bates and someone who looks like a civilian. Admiral Kazansky is standing though, his expression stony and Jake swallows, suddenly nervous for no reason. Worryingly Rooster also looks a little taken aback by the cold reception and he wonders about their history. Rooster had clearly not anticipated it and seems wrong-footed but Jake wasn’t expecting anything other than the formal reception he’s received. Even knowing how the pieces fit together he can’t see the picture clearly.

“Now that Captain Mitchell has completed his debrief he can be your interpreter… Sir.”

Admiral Kazansky nods, signs thank you and goodbye before turning back to the five of them and Jake moves to allow the light to show his face, before realizing that Admiral Kazansky can hear everyone perfectly, so he doesn’t have to think about shadows hiding facial features.

“Why do you need an interpreter?” Rooster asks, looking at the closed door where the ASL interpreter had departed from and Jake realizes then that Bradley doesn’t know thatAdmiral Kazansky can’t or doesn’t talk. “Ice? Why do you need an interpreter?”

“He had cancer. Throat –” Maverick starts, but Ice has made a short sharp STOP and Maverick immediately stops, jaw shutting with an audible click.

Why is Lieutenant Serensin calling me Ice? Admiral Kazansky signs to Maverick.

“That’s a damn good question,” Jake says, and signs please don’t hold it against me sir to Admiral Kazansky, whose eyes narrow on him before shifting to Rooster.

“What is going on?” Payback and Fanboy ask, and Jake looks to Javy, Phoenix and Bob.

“Ah. Admiral Bates sir, we’re just going to wait outside. Would you like to maybe join us?” Bob asks, and then he’s shepherding the others out with a mere glance and Admiral Bates is looking between them, stands slowly before following them and Jakes wishes he could follow; the atmosphere in the room is thick with tension.

Have you talked to him yet? Maverick shakes his head in response and Jake wants to interject. Tell him Pete. You tell him now or I do. And then he has to apologize to you. I’m furious with him.

Jake watches the rapid pace of signing, if the Admiral was talking, he’d be shouting. He looks at Rooster and notes he’s gone pale, is trembling and he stops watching Admiral Kazansky because he’s pretty sure Rooster is about to pass out. Maverick’s signing isn’t anywhere near as fluent, clearly simply used to just talking and he can see Admiral Kazansky becoming more frustrated with the aborted attempts of communication. Maverick might be able to understand ASL but he sure as fuck can’t communicate in it.

“Now is really not the best time –” Maverick starts, clearly giving up on trying to sign.

Sir. Rooster and I have switched bodies. Jake signs, and he meets the Admiral’s eyes with grim determination, tries to convince him with just the sheer force of his gaze. He pushes Rooster down into a chair, can hear the rapid shallow breathing and he drags another chair close and sits beside him, gets his face in his line of sight, glances up to see that the Admiral has moved so Jake can still see him.

“Rooster, hey, shh, Bradley… it’s okay.”

“He had. Throat cancer. He. Can’t talk. He didn’t. Tell me…”

“Shh… Breath with me… in for four…”

“This is the situation we, uh, wanted to talk to you about,” Maverick says and Jake glances up while he counts slowly to see Admiral Kazansky make the sign for idiot, before seeing Maverick sign back your idiot. Another fond eyeroll.

“And out for four… nice and slow…” He gets a tap on his shoulder and he looks up.

Tell him that he was on deployment when I was diagnosed. He couldn’t have done anything. I’m fine now.

“Bradley…” he says softly, waiting for him to meet his eyes. “Admiral Kazansky says you were on deployment, that there was nothing you could have done. He’s fine. Okay?”

Rooster gives a sharp nod but is still concentrating on his breathing and Jake wonders if it was a panic attack or shock. And he wonders what kind of fucked up family dynamics they have to not share that type of critical information. He knows he has issues, but he hadn’t quite realized the sheer scope of fuckery going on here.

“So, do you believe us sir?”

To the best of my knowledge my godson does not know ASL. However I’m familiar with your file and know that you do.

Jake is left reeling, seeing Rooster get called godson by the fucking COMPACFLT. And that the COMPACFLT is familiar enough with his file to know ASL is his first language.

“Okay, he believes that we’ve switched –”

Rooster is standing then and Jake leans back out of his way, watches as Rooster lurches toward Admiral Kazansky and hugs him, tight, crying and muttering apologies into his neck and Jake seriously considers taking out his phone to snap a shot because this is so weird. But it would be a major dick move and also it’s his body so it’s not quite the incriminating evidence he’d want to hang over someone as potential blackmail material.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you…”

Admiral Kazansky hugs him back and pats him on the back, but Jake catches the look in his eyes as he looks at Maverick. Whatever Rooster did to make the Admiral angry is still there, but obviously not so big a thing that he won’t comfort Bradley right now.

“So yeah, we haven’t really had a proper chance to talk yet,” Maverick states, the expression on his face bemused, like he’s enjoying the sheer chaos of the situation.

Bullshit. Admiral Kazansky signs behind Bradley’s back, letting Bradley continue to hug him and Jake wonders what the hell the others would think if they came back into the room right now. Maverick is laughing, and Jake catches the gaze of Admiral Kazansky, who is looking at him, eyes serious and shrewd.

He told Maverick that no one would grieve him if he died. No wife. No kids.

“Jesus Bradley, you really use your words like a weapon when you’re angry huh?”

“Uh…” Bradley turns to look at him and fucking hell, Jake takes in his own face looking absolutely wrecked, eyes red and puffy, cheeks wet with tears and his heart breaks for him a little.

“Or when you don’t want people getting close…” he realizes then, remembering all of the little antagonistic and cruel comments, one of which they’d talked about just last night and he wants to gather Bradley in his arms and just hold him and make things right in his world. He doesn’t know if he’s quite up for the job though.

FOURTEEN

#Hangster #Sereshaw #rooster x hangman #hangman x rooster #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfic #Another Time

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Seven Sin Tribe AU: The Start of Fizzmodeus (Part I)

(Two little Greed Imps stumbled themselves into the Lust Rainforest for the first time)

(In this world, Fizz does have his limbs, but he doesn’t have his horns still. So instead, his limbs are painted to look like his robotic limbs)

In the farthest distance of the Greed Outback, the ruler, King Mammon, has chosen his newest figure for his brand mark. An imp named Fizzarolli. He had shown him great use of his prowess and abilities when he went through Mammon’s annual Clown Trail. He was able to make the other Outback citizens happy, and make Mammon proud. Fizz was so honored that he gets to be working for his king, a dream of his since he was a child, and he wants to be perfect for him. What could happen?

Many years later…

Fizzarolli: *looking at the distance of the Greed Outback at their tent’s entrance* Can you believe it, Blitz. This is gonna be my seventh year in a row to be Mammon’s brand mark! I am so pumped

Blitz, Fizzarolli’s best friend, was sitting at the center of their tent, cooking some food for them on an open fire

Blitz: Yup. Still couldn’t believe it. Buuut…Isn’t this Clown Trail thing getting a little old for you? I mean, how many times was it again? Six or seven years in a row and not once have you lost? Don’t you think you might get tired of this?

Fizzarolli: *steps away from the entrance* How could I be tired of this? I love this job. I have everything I could ever wanted. This life, protection, fame throughout all of Hell! How could I not be tired of winning the annual Clown Trials?

Blitz: I’m just saying, Fizz. I’ve seen other demons drooling all over you like panting dogs *pours some food into a wooden bowl and hands it Fizz* And I know how much you hated those creepy fans that tried to sniff anything you touched

Fizzarolli: Well…Yeah, but…*sighs* I dunno…I just wanna be perfect

Blitz: *gets himself a bowl of food* Fizz, who said you have to be perfect? There’s no such thing as a perfect being. There could be a perfect object, like the perfect spear or a watering hole, but never a perfect demon. Remember that, ok

Fizzarolli: *smiles at him* Yeah. I guess you’re right

Blitz: *smiles* Come on. Let’s eat before the food gets cold, and I put a lot of shit into cooking this

Fizz chuckled as they started to eat their meals. Later on, they both took a wonder around the Outback. Blitz brought along any weapons in case they got into trouble with the Greed Outback predators or any other animal that could attack them. Fizz may not be a fighter, but he is flexible enough to either get away or make the predator lose interest in him. They’d make a perfect duo

Blitz: *takes out a telescope and looked through the horizon* Hmm…Looking good *puts it away* Lets go

The two imps then ran throughout the Outback

Fizzarolli: Um, hey, Blitz? Remind me what we’re doing again?

Blitz: Exploring. Wondering if we ended up in the Gluttony Jungle or near the shores of the Envy Oceans. Ooh! Or the Wrath Desert

Fizzarolli: But why though? We always stick around in the Outback

Blitz: Yeah, but it’s becoming so boring. Figured I want to be in a place where you and I can get our adrenaline pumping in something new. Plus, you seem to be needed a break from this clown bullshit

Fizzarolli: Wha-? I-! Well- Yeah, actually. I do need a break

Blitz: See? I gotcha dude. Now, if we kept going towards the south east, we’d might be able to get to a perfect place to start our adventure

Fizzarolli: Hmm…Yeah. You know what? Yeah! Let’s fucking do it!

Blitz: There he is! There’s that confidence and thirst for adrenaline!

They both high five and continued going through the Greed Outback. They both worked together to get through the rough terrains of the Outback as they went to find something, or anything, new. Blitz once almost fell through a chasm, but luckily they brought rope and a hook for them to climb up with. After that, they took a quickly water break. They took out their canteen filled with fresh water and they both take a small sip of it, so that they can still have enough to go through the journey

Fizzarolli: …Ugh…Blitz…We’ve been walking for hours…Should we take a break? It’s so fucking hot out…

Blitz: *wipes some sweat off his face* You know what? A break sounds like a good idea. Let’s find some shade to rest in

Fizzarolli: *looks around* Uhh…Oh! I spot some trees. Maybe we can lie around over there

They both ran out to the trees and they both collapsed at the cool shade

Both: *relaxed sigh*

Blitz: *stretched his arms and lay on his back* This is so much better

Fizzarolli: *laying on his stomach* Agree. Glad we found some just in time before we heat up

Blitz: *looked at the trees and noticed something* Yeah…*sat up and squints his eyes to noticed something with the trees’ leaves* Hey, Fizz?

Fizzarolli: Yeah, B?

Blitz: Don’t these leaves look a bit……blue-ish to you?

Fizzarolli sat up and looked up at the trees and other plants around it, noticing that they’re all also blue

Fizzarolli: Uhh…*touched a shrub leaf and looked up in front of him with his eyes widen*…Blitz…? *points to what’s in front of them*

Blitz looked and sees a more blue plants in front of them. He looked to the left and to the right and he sees more of these plants that looked like it goes on forever

Blitz: Fizz…I think we’re at the entrance of…of the Lust Rainforest

Fizz’s jaw dropped. They both had stumbled at the entrance of a new environment of Hell; The Lust Rainforest. This is a place where most animals and demons live, in a cool and somewhat secluded, but peaceful place. For these two, this is brand new. They’ve never left the Greed Outback, and the Lust Rainforest just happens to be the perfect start to their new adventure. But…they’re both also very nervous. Mostly Fizzarolli, who never left home, and is always on Mammon’s watch

Blitz: *takes a deep breath* Ok. Ok, ok, ok. We can handle this, Fizz. Just go inside, look around, maybe bring back some food, and see where the rest of the day takes us. Simple, right?

They both looked at the distance of the Lust Rainforest entrance with thoughts racing in their minds, telling them to either head back or head into the new environment

#helluva boss #seven sin tribe AU #seven sins #seven deadly sins #hb fizzarolli #hb blitzo #hb asmodeus #hb mammon #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss mammon #Beelzebub mentioned #LONGEST story post ever

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last-c2usade · 1 year

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PROFILE (viewable only ooc)

Name: M█████ A█████

Alias(es)/Title: S. Adamantine.

Species: Openseadweller Alien.

Age: old!!! 327? (not that old for a seadweller honestly since they live around 1K years but yeah)

Sign: Aquarius (tho his human star sign would probably be... maybe Sagittarius?)

Blood Color and Caste: Bright Red (near pink), royal member of the Underwater Court.

Gender: Male (he/him)

Sexuality: Bi, aromantic.

Occupation(s): ex-conqueror, author, numbers cruncher, ship captain

>Physical

cw self-harm ment

Big round blubbery guy! Like a beluga or an orca. Round flattish face, big nose, chubby cheeks, big square chin. Thick horns that flow back over his head and end in harpoon-like hooks. Webbed hands, big thick tail with dorsal fins. Thin colorful purple fins over his long, sharp ears, near his horns, down his tail. Thicker, stouter fins down his back, on the back of his arms, down his tail, at the end of the tail. Has a big scar over his nose. Darker forehead, white around the eyes. Dark tips (hands, end of tail, horn tips, nose). Thick paint around his eyes like this (thick around the eyes like eyeliner, with wings at the tips). Claws that are usually painted black. Self-harm scars on the insides of his wrists and on his thighs. Thick heavy tattoos on both of his arms depicting various important events in his life. Think biker tattoo sleeves. Big tattoo on his back of half-folded bat wings. Big tummy! Fat! Blubbery. Stretch marks as well. No stripes! Just darker back and lighter tummy. Spattering of beauty marks / freckles all over.

Most of these won't come up except for the stuff that you see on the outside. His wrists and self-harm scars are always covered and he tries to cover his tattoos when he's in professional court settings.

When in uniform, Adamantine wears a full-body wetsuit under sleek-black armor (not full body, just a chest-plate, kneepads and gauntlets) made by Armourer, marked with Ada's caste symbol and the symbol of the empire, as well as his name. Wears a bright purple sash that crosses horizontally across his front, tied at his waist. He wears heavy, military boots that match his armor.

When out of uniform, he wears black tight leather or denim pants, a black or brown button up shirt open at the top or, when at much more casual, a band t-shirt under a brown leather vest or just a band tank top. He wears brown leather cowboy boots and brown leather arm bracelets that are thick enough to cover his wrists, or a watch. He dresses like a biker, and he LOVES brown leather.

Pets: None!

Religion: Part of a clown church cult i don't have a name for yet which worships pain and suffering as a source of power (thus the self-harm scars).

MBTI: idk yet!

Likes: reading, writing prose and poetry, fixing/doing mechanics on his bike and various other machines, swimming (he swims really fast!), old man things like pool and billiards, drinking various exotic alcohols (he might have himself an addiction), coffee and tea, tobacco and smoking, horse riding when he can, MATHS and NUMBER CRUNCHING, killing, pain, conquering by force, spa day, Armourer, Bentiv

Dislikes: court drama (and most of the royal court with it), being left out of the group, not being respected, being hot all the damn time my god is he sweaty sometimes, having to use his legs for an extended period of time (he'd rather swim. or drive), being rushed, soda and cheap or fast food, having to micromanage people, people who question him, and people who dig into his past

Positive traits: smart, talkative, willing to talk to you about things if they interest him, patient as hell, creative, kinky, and he's learning to be relatively friendly and approachable!

Negative traits: judgey, automatically thinks he's better than you (he's working on it), bitey, will question authority if he thinks it's stupid, pushy, his way or the highway stubborn sometimes, clingy, automatically assumes the worst, shy

Misc brain stuff: hyperempathy, has a hard time saying no, bpd girlies be like, ptsd, suicidal. trying. really. hard. to be nice. to you. : }. can get panic and anxiety attacks if pushed too much. uncontrollable anger that'll make him say shit he regrets if you press the wrong buttons.

Disabilities: none! other than the brain shit. which there is. a lot of.

Random stuff i find fun: he's a cusp-blood, half clown half violet. has weak psionics for making you feel what hes feeling. activates whenever he feels a super strong emotion. is part of a clown church cult as a result. does this to say fuck the court. hates the court passionately. your character Would Know (if they remember) that he's been kicked out of the royal court for some big disaster. they would not necessarily know unless they were there that day that he was kicked out for trying to colonize a planet, being told he can't because it was A. unnecessary B. took too much resources C. doubted he could do it, did it anyways and not only conquered the unconquerable but got more than 3/4s of the army he took to wipe it out killed. (and that he managed to do it because he yelled so hard at the empress and demanded his place with such amount of force she had to reward him for it.) Also! his blog name is a reference to "Foundations of Decay" by MCR lyrics, and his title is a reference to a quote from Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. Which I haven't read so I'm a poser and I can't vouch for it, but some vibes tell me Ada would LOVE the big sweeping suffering of the Russian classics.

Relationship Status: Somewhat Dating Armourer. They're close friends (not as close as Armourer is to Bentiv tho). Has a best friend I know nothing about. Good friends with Bentiv! OPEN to advances, but he's very very picky. You can try. He will be Super Judgey and/or get super attached instantly (which. if he does. he'll then proceed to entirely rely on you for his wellbeing. he's. working on it. maybe.).

#profile.#((ooc

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UTIL Plays Phoenix Wright: Justice For All (Case: Turnabout Bigtop... *sighs*)

(We had a drinking game going on while playing this case, if you would like to play your own version of the Turnabout Big Top drinking game, you can find it HERE )

- “Time for the worst case”

- “Breaking news: spirit channeling is a STEM FIELD! NOT magic.”

- Phoenix VA: “Alright pearl you’re gonna learn about gay people” Pearl VA: “I hope you have a good night and learn about gay people like me” Franziska VA: “Oh I think he already knows sweetie”

- Pearl “I wanna be gay when I grow up” Fey

- Max :“you’ve got to be pulling my magic wand” Everyone in call collectively: NOPE,NO NO NON O

- “Are those homestuck horns on his desk?” “It’s a moustache!” *unanimous chanting* “Model magic moustache!”

- Miles VA: “I like knitting” Franziska VA: “And I like coins” Together: “We did not come out of the same loins”

-"cotton eyed m--" "HOW BOUT COTTON EYE NO?????"

-Gumshoe VA: "Maybe I did wanna be a magician, maybe I didn't. what are you, a cop?"

-”Why does Moe have a set of suspenders that have such a defined butt?” “THOSE PANTS IMPLY MOE HAS A DUMPTRUCK ASS”

- Moe: Appears for the first time and tells his first joke Entire VC: silent as everyone takes a drink

- Maya: “Phoenix Laugh!” Phoenix VA:“Har, Har, Har, Har, Har *opens flask* har har **takes sip*”

- “We all have a metaphorical carrot in front of our faces…or something”

- “Guys, does Moe Fuck??? “OBJECTION: no one wants to hear the answer to that” “Well he’s got that Dumptruck Ass” “Moe the clown more like Hoe the clown”

- “What if we kissed under the carrot mistletoe and we were both clowns”

-We uncovered the collective truth that Manfred von Karma, like every single other person in the ace attorney series, is transgender, and therefore did not need to sleep with anyone to create Franziska

- “The straightest character in this series is Trilo ‘cause he’s made of wood”

- Everyone refusing to read any lines of dialogue relating to the marriage / relationship between a child and a grown adult & Casually just skipping entire sections of dialogue because none of us have the emotional willpower to voice act them.

- Trilo Voice: nipples!

- “WE CANT SAY # GIRL IN THIS COURTROOM!”

- “Bitter love tria” *cuts off mid-sentence due to psychic damage*

- “ I cant believe I dodged a fucking bullet by voicing the clown”

- “How do you respond to this?” *Someone’s bottle making a swish noise as everyone takes a drink* “The Foley of it all”

- Franziska Voice: he’s my poor little meow meow

- “I’m never forgiving this game for west clownadelphia”

-“Have you met my proctologist? Dr. Seymour Butts!!’ “OH MY GOD LARRY’S DAD?!” “Everything is circling back to Moe’s ass...”

- Miles VA: This is why I left the country Franziska VA: IM SORRY FOR EVERYTHING WE DID IN OUR CHILDHOOD PLEASE PICK ME UP IM SCARED

- Mii Sports ‘Nice Shot’ plays every time Franziska whips someone

- Moe: Trauma dumps in a court of law 2 seperate people: Sir this is a wendys

- “I’ll talk as long as you want!” UTIL greek chorus: ~Please Don’t~\

- “my poor little honk honk”

- “Something is toying with this court and it’s not me” “IT’S THE GODDAMN PUPPET”

- “I don’t know why (im so tired)- actually i do. it’s because we’re playing bigtop”

- Actively replacing the word ‘sweetie’ with any word starting with the letter S

-*long pause of silence* “I think his nipples are the roses”

- “Max has a big... bust?” “We get it Phoenix, you’re a tits man!”

-”(Max’s Bust) Went missing 5 days ago” “HE HAD TOP SURGERY 5 DAYS AGO?!” “Teetus Deleteus”

- *Call dead silent except for the voice actors during the ‘Prosecutor Edgeworth chooses Death’ discussion* *The moment the scene ends* “WHY THE FUCK WAS THIS IN TURNABOUT BIGTOP?!

- “Miles Edgeworth chooses Bed”

-“Ooh ooh ah ah come here my little pogchamp” Money: Instantly starts attacking Phoenix “ I guess he didn't like being called pogchamp”

- “I want to get to the end so i can get a shirt or pin saying ‘I survived the big top’” (Note: Everyone who made it to the end got a server role called ‘I survived Turnabout Big Top)

-“Moe is Regina’s uncle because he was dating the ringmaster” “The ringmaster is his rebound from his breakup with Manfred” “Terrible work everyone”

- “~Because it’s turnabout big top and life is a Fucking Nightmare~!”

- Entire VC, entering HOUR 6 of this case: “This is the case that never ends! It goes on and on my friends”

-‘Nothing can interrupt me expect death itself” *very quietly in the distance* ‘nice shot’

-Leon: *Bites Bat* “WAS THAT THE BITE OF’ 87?!”

-Phoenix: Deep, deep down I know you want to do good Franziska and Edgeworth: *hissing*

-Acro: *Starts Crying* *in the distance* nice shot\

-Edgeworth: *Appears at the ending scene* Franziska VA: THATS MY BROTHER

“Turnabout Bigtop, The End” Entire VC: *ERUPTS IN CELEBRATORY SCREAMS*

BONUS ROUND: Alternative Names for Turnabout Big Top: Turnabout Please Stop Turnabout Big Top: It Only Gets Worse Turnabout Nice Shot

VIDEO VERSION: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhpeReADAoM

#UTIL meets AA #ace attorney #GOD THIS WAS A HELL OF THE NIGHT #It was fun but god is bigtop still fucking bigtop #it took us 7 hours to get through this case #and thats with skipping dialogue and having a guide up #THANKFULLY next week is Farewell my Turnabout #and yes! Fully recorded and will be uploaded within the next coming days

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tadpole-san · 3 years

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Hi again! I’m the user that recently asked abt Klarion lol. Could I request a Klarion x Reader (one shot or head canon is cool I’m not picky) where they have an established relationship and live together? Klarion, despite being a Lord of Chaos, wouldn’t dare hurt his s/o, but does enjoy pranking them. I was thinking he could do a small prank for this one, like moving one of his s/o’s things inch by inch until it ends up in a different room or something? :)

pairing: klarion x reader, pre-established relationship

a/n: I’m so sorry this took like,,, a longass time anon! I deadass had this drafts sitting as an open tab on my Docs for a longass time between school and everything else because i am, unfortunately, a second semester highschool junior :(

This is my first time doing headcanons on this blog, i hope you like it! I also took this ask as an excuse to rebinge all three seasons of yj for klarion content. ANYWAYS, enjoy this combination of general living with Klarion hcs and what happens when he pranks you

Have you seen the guy’s hair? He both looks and acts like a devil - the mischievous fun kind, not the kind that’ll try to eat your soul (but when you poke fun at him for his “horns” he does throw a bit of a tantrum and threaten to do that. Since he’s the Lord of Chaos and all) and living with him is guaranteed to be like living with the kind of imp trickster you’d read about in a story book

And with his magic? Definitely uses them like he’s an imp - one of his favorite pastimes has been to use them to play little tricks on you. They’re still harmless, and the worst they’ve done is inconvenience you, like whenever you’d have an outfit planned out for whatever you have going on during the day and he uses his magic to change all the colors into something wildly inappropriate for whatever it is you have planned

You don’t ever get really mad at him, but you will roll your eyes and sometimes be a little annoyed depending on how far he goes, and to get back at him you’ll usually hog Teekl and take him to your room while you lock Klarion out (even though he can technically use his magic to get into the room anyways) and pretend to ignore Klarion while he whines about being totally neglected outside

This doesn’t usually last that long because you tend to cave in and let him in with you and Teekl

He’ll then proceed to drape himself all over you - not unlike a cat - and get into some sort of one-sided argument with Teekl about stealing your attention from him. You always end up having to pull Teekl away from him when he lunges at the cat (“Babe, you need Teekl if you wanna stay in this dimension” “He’s pure evil!” “And we can unpack your feeling about this some other day when you’re less inclined to throttle the cat-”)

He talks in his sleep- a lot. His chaos-addled mind already has him saying stuff like “holy carp” and “see ya later, armadillos” and things get even weirder when he’s asleep. The result? You’ve subsequently picked up these sayings for yourself and you mutter them around… a lot. Your coworkers have given you weird looks, but they’ve taken it for the equivalent of Robin’s “holy ____ Batman”, and at this point, it’s better than explaining that no, you’re not from Gotham, and your boyfriend is actually technically the supervillain Lord of Chaos from a different dimension

“I guess I’m from Gotham” is also a pretty good explanation as to why you’d show up to work in a hot pink shirt and neon green pants. At this point, this particular prank of Klarion’s with his magic and your clothes is one of the regular almost-daily ones

The more you had to show up to work looking like - well, a literal clown - a lot of the days, the more irked you got about it; but the more often it happened was the more you saw Klarion actually brighten up and laugh when you had to go to work instead of generally sulk the way he would when you had to leave for hours on end. So that made it pretty worth it to start getting an extra pair of normal clothes ready in your car

Another one of his favorite pranks to play is to mass-duplicate random things in your apartment - like you’ll open your closet, expect to see a neon rainbow from your old clothes greeting you, and instead dozens of clothes racks will just tumble out

The first time it happened, you think your brain literally short-circuited, and Klarion found you staring at the pile at your feet

“Babe - I don’t really know what to do with this - thank you?”

That definitely wasn’t the reaction he was expecting, but he gets smug about it anyways - “you should be grateful that a Lord of Chaos such as myself would do this for you!” - and then he takes it as a sign to do it at random intervals

He’ll do it with literally anything, but he does know to definitely avoid the kitchen after you open the cupboard and a dozen identical bowls nearly fell on your head

Hearing your subsequent shriek and onslaught of swearing is what alerts Klarion to your impending dilemma, and right at the last second he’s able to freeze them in midair and save you from an inevitable concussion (and probably worse)

Lesson learned the hard way: kitchen is off limits, along with anything above eye-level

He won’t admit it, but the incident freaks him out enough that he literally hovers around you for the next few days, in midair, and when you’re at work, Teekl will “magically” show up in your office

The pranks even stop completely for the next few days - he’s definitely spooked, even if he’ll never admit it out loud, and he plays it off as throwing a tantrum that the prank didn’t work the way he wanted it to

But it’s easy for you to see past his somewhat “childish” front. You also know well enough that if you confront him on it it’ll lead to a cycle of denial, more tantrums, and finally, denial

And you love him, and you don’t like seeing him worry in his own way (hell, it’s even affecting the things he says at night) so it’s more than easy for you to cave in after a few days

“Damn, I could really use dozens of the same exact clothes hanger to completely overrun my closet. It’s a real shame I don’t know any magic to do it, huh?”

Is it the easiest trick in the book? Yes. Does it work? Absolutely. And it brings a smile back to his face, even if it’s at the expense of your poor sanity at times - but that’s still part of what comes from living with him, and you honestly wouldn’t trade it for anything else

DC Taglist:

@cipheress-to-k-pop

#🌙#✨#📰.dc #klarion x re #klarion x you #klarion imagines #klarion #young justice klarion #young justice imagines #fluff #here marks my return from my #hiatus??? sort of #klarion remains to be criminally underrated (HAHA! a pun) and i hope ive contributed to what little content there is of him #in a way worth of the lord of chaos #gender neutral reader #reader imagines #headcanons

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1kook · 4 years

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skirt chasers - drabble i

a skirt chasers drabble bc they are my fave fictional couple to date <333

tags: coupley and domestic, jk’s terrible attempts at seducing via text, making out, dry humping, spitting (ik idk what came over me), too much talking for this to be sexual pero hey here we are wc: like 3k

entirely based off jungkook from bv3 that man had NO right to look that good and the holy jirkenstocks (jungkook birkenstocks). wont lie this has been completely written in my drafts since November (yes 2019) and i hoarded it under the belief i would make this a whole part 2 which i did not

que dios los bendiga <3

Much to everyone’s dismay, Jungkook’s spring break in Vegas with the boys is cut three days short when Jimin’s dog sitter suddenly cancels, citing a case of homesickness as enough cause to abruptly go home. When you first hear news of this, you’re preparing yourself for the return of a mopey, useless Jungkook, too drained from four glorious days in Las Vegas to carry on. What you’re not expecting is the mysterious text he sends you before boarding a five hour flight with no service (he was cheap).

kook still on vegas lockdown. Have that pussy ready when i get home

“The fuck does that mean?” Chaeyoung is the first to see the message, your screen lighting up on the kitchen counter beside you as you scrub through a mountainous pile of dishes. You try to play it off, after all, Chaeyoung had seen parts of you you hadn��t even seen, but there was no worse embarrassment than having your homegirls see your clown of a boyfriend’s ridiculousness. “He’s so romantic,” she swoons, and you shoo her away from the offending device as you wipe your hands down on your t-shirt.

you for what?? One 20 second round 🤥

Chaeyoung suddenly cackles from over your shoulder, and you swear your soul leaves your body.

You don’t get a response until exactly five hours and thirteen minutes later, your phone vibrating like crazy on the edge of your bathtub, and if you hadn’t given it a hearty kick and sent it flying across the room, front screen shattering into the most intricate spider web of glass shards, it would have fallen into the water. The terror.

kook pls pick me up

kook also haha. U r soooo funny 😑

You’re halfway to the airport, idly sitting in traffic and giving the public a free, Beyonce-like experience of The Script’s Breakeven, when you realize you’re not wearing any pants. You’re not exactly sure which part of Jungkook’s long t-shirt had tricked you into believing you were decently dressed, but you’re not too mad. After all, Jungkook’s trip with the boys had been a last minute decision that did not take into consideration your never-ending thirst for your boyfriend, so a little payback never hurt anybody.

He’s sitting on top of his suitcase outside the airport when you get there, cute Birkenstock-clad feet swinging back and forth as he waits for you like the good boy he is. He crouches down by the passenger window, “Uh, yeah, is this the Uber?”

You can’t even bother hiding the smile that consumes your face, and it only grows tenfold when he finally gets in and immediately leans over the center console to kiss you. “Look who’s finally back from their little bachelor party,” you murmur, eyes lidded dangerously low when he breaks away.

“Oh, the party where I accidentally sleep away my life-savings to a stripper named Aries and then have to go home and beg for my wife’s forgiveness?” He responds immediately, devious pink tongue swiping out to lick at your bottom lip.

You snort. “Joke’s on you, because our hot pool boy kept me company and treated me better in four days than my husband had in six years,” you mumble, finger looping into the silver chain around his neck to pull him close again.

“Not our hot pool boy,” he whines, smile pressed adorably to your lips.

You almost retort, but a ten-second horn blast from the car behind you has the two of you jumping three feet from each other, like teenagers caught making out in the school parking lot.

Just as you’d predicted via text, Jungkook barely has the energy to walk up the steps to your apartment, much less fuck you like he’d promised. “Fuck, stop being healthy and let us take the elevator,” he grunts, pushing his suitcase onto the final platform leading to your floor.

“Nope,” you concede. “The stairs give me a good view of your ass going up.”

He shoots you a scandalized look, like you’re an old man who’d just catcalled him on the street. “Pretty sure that’s my line.”

It’s when you’re unlocking the front door, sending out a little prayer to the heavens (Chaeyoung) for the blessing of an empty apartment, that he notices your lack of proper clothing. “Oh, hell no,” he groans, immediately crowding you against the armchair nearest the door.

You laugh, struggling to turn to face him as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “What seems to be the problem?”

He sighs against the shell of your ear, and you’d be a liar to say it didn’t send a gush of wetness to your core. Jesus, just a single puff of air from Jungkook was enough to turn your coochie into a Fruit Gusher. “Not your sexy legs again,” he whines, and you giggle when he presses those pouty lips to yours.

“Thought I was supposed to have this pussy ready for you,” you tease, tilting your head up until your noses brush against each other. Jungkook lets a soft huff of a sigh go, eyes fluttering shut at your close proximity.

There’s a hand that creeps along the back of your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft skin until he finally guides it upwards, hitched over his hip. The new position has your body curving backwards, tilted over the edge of the couch as he continues crowding closer and closer to you. “Baby,” he whines, and the tone and sudden usage of your favorite nickname wipes the teasing smile off your face. “I missed you so much,” he purrs, in that tone that says he knows he has you under his complete control, all he has to do is take care of you.

Still, you try to put up some sort of a fight. “I’m sure your eyes were kept entertained in Vegas,” you retort weakly, not even bothering to hide the jealousy in your tone.

Jungkook laughs, before puckering his lips and smothering you. Instantly, you throw your arms around his broad shoulders to pull him closer. His hair tickles your face from how long it’s gotten, and when you brush it back, collecting it into a makeshift baby ponytail, you can’t even enjoy the sight because Jungkook is pressing his rock hard member against your inner thigh.

“You think I’m a cheater?” He muses when he finally pulls away, a little entranced by the saliva that coats your lips in a thin sheen. “Couldn’t be even if I wanted to.” Before you can ask what that even means, he’s hauling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his tiny waist, his cock now cradled between your thighs, right where you want him most. You moan immediately, head lolling backwards at the touch you’d craved for days. “Feel that? No one gets my dick hard like you do, baby.”

Even though his adrenaline is on one hundred, and he’s clearly blinded by his lust, Jungkook still sets you down on the bed like you’re made of glass. Any comments you may have made are smothered by his lips on yours, fingers gripping your waist like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark and his breath is a little heavy where it fans against the lower half of your face.

“So pretty,” he huffs, rolling his hips against yours. You groan, eyes rolling back as the familiar feeling of your boyfriend between your legs consumes you. Jungkook presses his mouth against the skin of your neck, where the faintest sheen of sweat had begun to form the moment you unlocked the front door.

If you thought you were loud, the sounds leaving Jungkook’s throat are teetering on the edge between a pornstar and a yodelling-enthusiast. You can’t help the smirk crossing your features. “Are you really gonna come?”

Jungkook was many things, and drama queen was definitely very high on that list. He gives you the most scandalized expression, stopping the movement of his hips to scoff. “As if,” he snorts, but you know that little eyebrow furrow a little too well.

You snort, reaching down to his sides as you try to discreetly urge him to start up again. “Baby, your jaw is twitching,” you point out, a soft whine leaving your lips when he shifts your leg up. It’s this same sound that has him finally moving again.

“Yeah, well,” he groans, one hand deathly gripping into your hip now, pressing you down onto the bed so hard you feel the comforter will swallow you up any minute now. “I just got my wisdom teeth removed, ‘member?”

Your retort is briefly cut off by the cry you let out when he ducks down to suck a mark beneath your jaw. “M-Months ago,” you weakly respond,

Jungkook ignores you in favor of using his Hulk strength to fold you in half, groans borderline animalistic as he grinds his cock into your soaked panties. His jaw is tight like you’d said, but you can tell he’s holding himself back. He hated coming before you, seldom doing it unless it was one of those rare days where he wanted you to pamper him.

“Fuck,” he grunts, swallowing your pitiful whines before pushing his tongue down your throat. There was something sexy about your boyfriend being so turned on that his saliva production was off the charts. “You’re gonna ask me to do that thing again, aren’t you?” He predicts.

All you can do is nod, and Jungkook smirks. “Ah,” he says, much like a doctor would, and you comply, mouth wide. You see the muscles beneath his jaw twitch, and a moment later he’s leaning over you with puckered lips, a glob of saliva begging to drip down.

The moan that catches in your throat has him smiling, tongue peeking out to cut the bridge of saliva that connected the two of you, and you want to tell him you love him, but then he’s raising his eyebrows at you, motioning for you to swallow, so you do. “Absolutely filthy,” he grins, and then returns to thrusting against you.

As much as you liked to tease him, he’s good at fulfilling the sexual aspects of his boyfriend role, and he guides you to your orgasm moments later. Of course, he does so by toying with your tits just the way you like, lips pressed firmly to yours as you become a boneless heap beneath him. “That’s it, pretty baby,” he murmurs, pressing one final kiss to your lips before he’s shifting back onto his haunches, tugging you closer until the backs of your knees are cradled carefully in his elbows.

Despite your transcended state, you love watching Jungkook get himself off, and your eyes flutter as you watch him thrust sloppily against your soiled panties. They’re soaked by your own arousal, and had Jungkook’s sweats not been as dark as they were, you’re almost certain you’d see how they stained.

He comes a moment later, body twitching and fingers tightening against your skin. His chest heaves, head lolling back as he tries to regain his senses. Silence envelopes the room.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You blurt, no longer able to pretend like something isn’t completely wrong.

Jungkook rolls his neck out, a satisfying crack resounding, as he angles to look at you again. His tongue is poking against his cheek in that cocky way it does sometimes, and he furrows his brows at you. “What?”

You shuffle up onto your elbows, motioning towards him with the vaguest wave possible. He blinks. You groan.

“What did you do?” You question, and immediately his eyes go wide and shiny in that way they do when you’re reprimanding him and he doesn’t see the wrong in his ways.

Cute little lips forming a pout he remains as confused. “Nothing? We really just went to fuck around and get drunk—“

“Kook.”

“You don’t actually think I cheated, I thought we were just joking? Unless…” he trails off, doe eyes suddenly filled with fear. “You weren’t?”

“Jungkook—“

He intercepts you, “did you do something while I was gone? Who was he? Or she? Wow,” he huffs to himself in disbelief. “I don’t even know you well enough to know if you’re into more than just men.” The frown on his face is getting deeper with each word he utters and you almost can’t believe how dumb he could be. “No wonder… am I a terrible boyfriend?” He asks, voice louder and more concerned than it’s been all night.

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You say, and Jungkook looks just as lost by your response as you are with his. “Because I’m talking about whatever this is,” you explain, reaching up to drag a hand through his dual-colored locks.

They’d been carefully tucked under his bucket hat when you’d picked him up, a tuft of blonde peeking out from in front of his ear. It wasn’t until he’d tipped you over the side of the couch that it had tumbled off. Of course, at the time, there had been other pressing matters at hand than wondering why your Hannah Montana blonde boyfriend had returned as Todoroki, which is why you’d waited until now to revisit the topic.

Jungkook doesn’t move for a solid ten seconds. Then, as if processing the emotional episode he’d just given you, he gives you a sheepish smile. It’s one of those smiles where his lips press together thinly and cutely and the apples of his cheeks seem like the squishiest things in the world. “Oh…” he says, voice soft and nothing like the man that spit in your mouth five minutes ago. “You like it?”

#jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #kpopwonderlandtag #ksmutclub #bts smut #jjk smut #mine #what did i even use to tag with lolol #sc universe #skirtverse #skirtfic

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pixelwisp-archive · 3 years

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i want more orimakki 😩 !!! pls answer these q's i rly wanna know 🥺

Flora I love you so MUCH oh my god thank you for feeding me TT-TT (also I'm ABSOLUTELY SENDING THIS BACK FOR YOU AND OSAMU I WANNA KNOWWWW)

I’m gonna answer these Interview style because it sounds fun to do and because I can😌

This ended up taking me SO long because, per usual, I got way too carried away lmao I'm so sorry

Makki is blue and I'm orange! (Interviewer is red lmao)

1. Who loves flower crowns more?

“Ori, for sure”

“I’m bad at making them though, so I make Hiro make them for me”

Makki looks at her like😒 and she laughs - he bites back a smile.

2. Who is the one who likes to cuddle?

"Hiro, for sure - I get a little weird about physical affection"

"She hates me"

"That's not true bub, you're just so hot"

"Thanks babe, I think you're pretty cute too"

Ori rolls her eyes and elbows him. "Next question"

3. Who has awful taste in music?

*simultaneously* "Hiro" "Me"

4. Who is the meme lover?

"I run a relatively popular account on instagram"

"I wake up every day to at least 30 new memes that he's spammed my phone with"

5. How did their second date go?

Ori starts laughing as Makki groans.

"He tried to take me to a park for a picnic-"

"Listen it would have been romantic but there was this fucking-"

"raccoon coming to grab our food-"

"and of course Ori is a dumbass ("HEY") and was ready to pet the literal wild animal ("he was so cute :(") so I tried to like shoo it away but-"

"It bit him and we ended up just sharing a cheese stick in the hospital"

"It was a disaster, to say the least"

"It's still one of my favorite dates, though"

"You just like seeing me in pain"

Ori laughs. "Not True!"

6. How many children do they want/have?

"17"

"absolutely not"

"we've talked about having two, maybe three"

"with a couple years in between. Gotta make sure they bully each other. It's important for character growth"

"We'll be sure to bully the oldest so they're not a weirdo like their mom"

Ori nods in agreement.

7. Who hides the weapons?

"I have a knife collection, does that count? I keep them in a display case on the wall"

8. Who is the better dancer?

Makki laughs. "Oh, me for sure"

"YOU?"

"Have you seen your dancing babe?"

"Have you seen YOUR dancing? What the hell is this?" *imitates this god awful windmill move*

"...okay, valid. We're both bad."

9. Do/Did they have a theme wedding?

"We're not married, marriage is for chumps."

Makki sighs. "We're not married *yet*."

"Gross, tryna tie me down stinky?"

"Been trying for years, bub"

Ori blushes, and looks away to hide her smile.

"...maybe"

Makki grins and leans in. "What?"

"I said maybe. I just-"

"I know, baby. Maybe is all I need."

10. What do their parents think of them dating?

"My parents are in love with Ori."

"My parents love him too!"

"Even your dads?"

"Yeah, my dads love you"

"Your step dad doesn't seem to like me much"

Ori furrows her brows. "which one?"

"I'm sorry, did you say 'which one?'"

"Oh, sorry. I have three dads. My mom, my dad, and then their husbands"

"I don't know, your mom's husband doesn't seem like he's warmed up to me"

"It took him years to even warm up to me. He shared his pot roast recipe with you, remember? that was his seal of approval"

Ori giggles while Makki looks at her suspiciously but eventually mumbles "if you say so"

11. Are they a super sappy couple?

"She clowns the shit out of me whenever I try"

Ori laughs. "I'm sorry I just don't know how to act when I'm embarrassed"

"I'm trying to woo you, not embarrass you, you jackass"

"*woo* me?!" Ori cackles

"I don't know why I even try"

(She goes up to him later, and takes his face in her hands, her demeanor more serious than before

"Hey, bub. You know I don't mean *you* embarrass me right? I just get awkward about affection"

He sighs and nuzzles into her palm

"I know you didn't, it's ok. I just love you too much sometimes, and its hard to reel it in"

"I love you too. So so much"

"I am gonna ask you to marry me someday. You know that?"

"I know, and my simp ass is gonna say yes. How gross is that"

Makki rolls his eyes, a smile on his face

"So gross")

12. How did they get together?

"We danced around each other for like 2 years"

"it was painful"

"Iwaizumi finally beat the confidence into me enough to kiss her"

"I don't know that you ever actually asked me out"

"Really? Oh, well then, wanna date?"

"Nah, you're a little weird"

"Damn ok, guess I'll call Mattsun" Ori laughs

13. Who asked the other to get married?

*more gagging noises while Makki sighs*

"It'll be me, clearly"

14. Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?

"Hiro. 100%"

"Hey, you stay up late too!"

"I know, but my jokes are always funny"

"rude"

15. Who is the nerd?

"Oh my god it's Ori"

"Hey, I converted you, fellow nerd. plus, you have a knife collection - if that's not nerd shit idk what is"

"touché"

16. Who knows the most obscure facts?

"Hiro"

"Did you know that penguins have knees?"

"I do now"

17. Who makes the other a flower crown?

"Hiro! His fingers are better suited for the weaving, I have weirdly small hands"

"Hey, I like your hands"

"Awh, babe<3"

18. Who likes to read?

"I do! If I'm not reading a physical book I'm always reading something on my phone!"

19. Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

Makki grins, pointing to himself while Ori shoots him a playful glare

20. Who tutors the other?

"Hiro is actually wicked smart. He an invaluable study buddy"

"Ori is the definition of a bimbo"

"Nah I'm the shebo, I'm not hot enough to make bimbo status"

"Excuse me? Consensus says you are both very hot AND definitely belonging in the bimbo category"

"Consensus? What consensus"

Makki smiles, a little too innocently. "Group Chat"

"Oh my god"

21. Do they have similar taste in movies?

"Ori enjoys literally everything so it's really easy to find common ground"

"We change it up a lot, but we're usually end up with either a horror movie or we binge an anime"

22. How do their personalities compliment each other?

"We're both fucking weirdos"

"Yeah, and Hiro's calm complements my loud - he grounds me when I need it"

"goes both ways - I get loud too. Feelings are loud sometimes and that's ok"

Ori snorts. "Ok, dr.phil"

23. How do they tell everyone that they are going to be having a kid/adopting a child soon?

"Is like, texting them an option?"

"We'll take em' out for breadsticks or something"

"Oh lets have them open up like a lil onesie, our moms would die"

Ori laughs "What's it gonna say on it"

"'You're both grandmas now. Congrats, you old bitches'"

Ori wheezes, folding in on herself in her seat

"That's so fucking stupid, we are absolutely doing that"

24. Who has better fashion sense?

"Look at us. Look at how we're dressed"

"There are holes in my shirt"

"and that's his nice shirt"

"In my defense, it had holes when I bought it"

"So holes are fashionable now?"

"Apparently"

"Hobo chic"

25. Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

"Ori is a doormat-"

"RUDE"

"-Lemme finish babe - until it comes to her people. If someone's rude to me she is ready to throw hands in seconds flat"

"damn straight...would you fight for me?"

"Of course. you think I wouldn't?"

"Just making sure<3"

26. What songs do they sing together in the vehicle?

"EVERYTHING"

27. What other couple would your otp get along with?

Ori perks up "Flora and Osamu!!! I love the both of them so much, they're so cute together too"

"They're great people, plus Osamu gives us free food and honestly, what else do you need in a friend"

Ori slaps Makki's shoulder "Stop acting like you only like Osamu for his cooking"

"I'm only kidding!"

28. Who likes to prank the other?

"Ori does this thing where she'll do something nice for me and then go "get pranked!" when I notice"

"I do indeed do that"

"I am not kind. Sometimes I'll just, buy an air horn. And press it. while she's asleep."

Ori glares at Makki

"he does indeed do that"

29. Who is the one who loves to take pictures?

"I do"

"He's alwaysss taking pictures, but I hate getting my picture taken and he's super respectful of that"

"...yeah"

(Later, when Ori's stepped out for a minute

"I do take pics of her. She doesn't know it but I do"

Makki starts to show off an album full of candids of Ori

Makki sighs, a soft smile on his face "She's so pretty"

"Don't tell her about this please, she'll murder me")

30. How would they react if they found out they were soul mates?

"Oof"

"That's what you'd say? Oof?"

"It's an oof for you. stuck? with me? forever?"

"you doofus, there's no one else I'd rather have"

"you little fucker, you're gonna make me cry"

makki laughs and squeezes her hand "love you stinky"

Ori sniffles "Yeah I love you too I guess"

31. Where would they live?

"right now we live in an apartment in Osaka-"

"but eventually we wanna by a house. We're thinking of going back home to Miyagi"

"We miss the small town atmosphere"

32. What type of dragon would they own, if they could have one?

"oh my god, a little shoulder dragon would be so cute"

"ok but imagine how much money we'd save with something we could ride to work"

"shit, you're so right"

33. If they were both vampires, what type of vampires would they be?

"There are types of vampires?" looks to Makki, Makki shrugs

"Is dying an option?"

34. What would they dress up as, for Halloween?

"we do themed couple ones but like, not sexy ones"

"yeah, like for instance our friends went as a fireman and his girl was a dalmation, and we were-"

"bob ross and his panting!"

"...she was bob ross"

"this year I'm trying to get him to dress as mothman so I can dress up as a lamp"

35. Can they name each other’s favourite food?

"Ori loves chicken to the point where it's almost concerning"

"Hiro likes cream puffs"

"No no, they're Profiteroles"

"they're the same thing babe"

"but profiteroles sound so much fancier"

36. Do they have pet names for one another?

"The usual"

"Babe, baby-"

"stinky, fuckass-"

"bubs-"

"doofus, dumbass, nerd"

"nothing crazy"

37. How do they cheer each other up?

"I swear to god he's a psychic - he always knows exactly what I need. Sometimes I need space, sometimes I just need a hug, other times he'll have a whole self care night in prepared for me when I get home"

"Ori always knows what to do. She's not a snuggler but she will let me hold her for hours if it meant making me feel better. Honestly most of the time she holds me because - well, boobs"

"Takahiro!"

Makki laughs and jerks away as she pinches his side

38. Do they show a lot of PDA?

"I think we're not too bad. We hold hands, I'll give her the occasional kiss. She lets me wrap my arm around her sometimes"

"These questions are making me feel like a bad girlfriend. Let? :("

"hush, you're the best. You think I'd stick around if you were a bad girlfriend? Do you know how obsessed with you I am? The boys clown me for never shutting up about you even after all this time"

*Ori buries her face in her hands to hide the blush* "Oh my god you're so lame"

"That's her way of saying she loves me too :)"

39. How old were they when they got together?

"I was 22, Ori was 20"

"holy shit, almost four years?"

"Yep"

"wow"

40. Who is the one that would bring the puppy home?

"Me!"

"She's done it before. She named her Ripley"

41. Can they do yoga couple’s poses?

both start cackling "Absolutely not. We can try but it would be a disaster"

42. What is their song?

"Oh its-"

Castaways from the Backyardigans starts playing from Makki's phone as he grins.

"-our song is not Castaways, Hiro"

"It could be. We could decide it is right now"

"We are not making our song Castaways"

"oh c'moooonnnnn, it's a bop!"

Ori laughs "Its-"

"Your song by Elton John. It was playing when we kissed for the first time"

Ori covers her smile with her hand, her eyes soft as she looks at Makki

43. What does their room look like?

"A mess right now, Ori had to find an outfit for today so there are clothes everywhere"

Ori grins sheepishly

44. Who would be the one to kill zombies while the other keeps them grounded?

"Hiro would probably do the killing, I would be moral support"

"I dunno babe, I think if you snapped you could totally become a badass"

"You think so?"

"Hell yeah, I've seen you get mad at Mattsun enough times to know you can get scary as hell when you wanna"

45. Who makes the other breakfast in bed?

"we've done it for each other, it depends on the day to be honest"

46. Who loves kids more?

"Ori"

"But the kids LOVE Hiro so much its crazy, and he's so good with them"

"I like kids well enough but they're so rude and for what"

"I find their lack of filter funny!"

"If you ever feel your ego is too big, just talk to a seven year old. They'll drag to hell and back with no hesitation"

47. Do either of them have a crazy ex?

"I dunno. Do you?"

"No. Do you?"

"Nope"

"Cool"

48. What are their favourite colours?

"Hiro's is this very specific red color"

"Ori doesn't have one, it changes all the time"

"this is true"

49. Who likes to cook?

"Oh I love cooking!"

"She does majority of the cooking but we sometimes cook together"

"he is utter chaos in the kitchen but we always have a good time, even if he make my blood pressure go through the roof"

50. Who is the forgetful one?

"Hey Ori, what'd you have for breakfast this morning."

"I- um. An Iced Coffee?"

"Final answer?"

"....yes"

"Bzzzt. Wrong. You had cereal :)"

51. Does either of them know how to fight?

"I don't mean to brag, but I've taken Tai chi lessons"

"Babe, you signed up for those lessons after we binged Avatar, and you only went to four of those classes before quitting because it was too hard"

"Those four lessons taught me enough to kick someone's ass for you though"

Ori laughs "I'm sure they did"

52. What do they do for Valentines Day?

"We have this tradition of going to the store and each of us take turns blindly picking out snacks, pajamas, and either a movie/video game/or craft project and we stay in and have a little pamper day"

"we also absolutely RAID the store next day when the candy is half off"

53. Who swears more?

"We both swear a lot to be honest"

"Oh my god we're so bad"

54. Who has the better comebacks?

"Hiro, 100%"

"Ori is quick too though"

"But you go right for the jugular"

"I'm not mean to you though"

"Oh no! I just mean with others, like Oikawa - you drag that man within an inch of his life"

Makki laughs "Oh ok yeah that's fair"

55. Who would start a fight with another parent at a bake sale?

"Me. Like I said, Ori is a doormat. She is so afraid of confrontation someone could literally spit on her and she'd apologize to them"

"It sounds so bad when you put it like that"

56. Who reads buzzfeed?

"Hiro says he does them ironically, but I'll be reading something on my phone and he'll start asking me obscure questions, and then I realize he's trying to get me to build a smoothie so he can find out with 'Desperate Houswife' I am"

"She got Gabrielle"

"Which isn't even accurate, I'm totally more of a Susan"

"You have some of Gabrielle's spice, though"

"What did you get?"

"Me? oh, I got Lynette"

"kinda accurate, actually"

57. Who is the hopeless romantic?

"I am, she makes fun of me but I know she loves it"

"I do, honestly"

58. Do either of them know how to do a handstand?

"I do!"

59. Who can rap better?

"oh god, neither of us"

"speak for yourself"

"go on babe, rap for them"

"...well I can't right now"

"exactly"

60. Do either of them want to go sky diving?

"I'd be down"

"I love the idea of it but oof, I'm too chicken shit"

61. What do they usually text about?

Makki pulls out his phone

"'hey babe, we're out of eggs' - that was Ori"

"'dog' - with a pic attached of said dog, that was from me"

"11/10, 'I hope he knows what a good boy he is', that was Ori's response"

"Then Ori ranted to me about Uraraka's character development"

"the wasted potential is appalling"

"absolutely it is. 3 hours later, from me - 'I forgot eggs'"

62. Who is the dramatic one?

"me, for sure"

"She's self aware though so its not so bad"

63. Is either one confrontational?

"Not really? We both avoid confrontation whenever possible. If something needs to be said though, I don't really have any reservations about it"

64. What is their favourite cuddle position?

"Me as the big spoon, I much prefer holding him I think, its less hot that way"

"Plus, boobs :3"

Ori groans as Makki laughs "I hate you"

65. Who are their favourite musical artist(s)?”

"Ooooh thats a toughie, we listen to so much"

66. What are their parenting styles?

"I tend to be the bad guy"

"That's not true!"

"Why do you think kids like you better? I'm the one who makes them eat veggies for a snack and you bribe them with ice cream"

"I promise we'll share the bad guy role when we have our own"

Ori narrows her eyes at Makki, sticking her tongue out at him "we better"

67. Who would be the more laid back one?

"Hiro, I get wound like a fucking top sometimes"

"You stress easily, but its ok, when you're stressed you get mean and its kinda hot"

"I'm glad my breakdowns are sexy to you"

Makki laughs "You know that's not what I meant"

68. Who listens to more vulgar music?

"Ehh, neither of us really"

"not our jam"

69. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?

"...do you?"

"....no"

"That was suspish"

"I'm sorry did you just say 'suspish'?"

"don't change the subject! what are you hiding?"

"Nothing!! I swear"

"Pinky?"

"Pinky"

(later, while Ori's out of the studio, he shows a picture of the ring to the camera.

"So, yeah. There is one secret. I'm really bad at lying though so let's not put me on the spot like that anymore please" The man looks d a m p with sweat lmao)

70. Who is their go to couple for a double date?

"FLOSAMU, 100%. We're overdue too, I miss them!"

71. Do they tip the waiter/waitress on their date?

"Generously"

"If you don't tip you're a jackass"

72. How do they work out a fight?

"Communication is key. We often give each other the silent treatment but it usually is just to clear our heads so we can come back to talk it out"

"He's so mature when it comes to our relationship. The way he takes charge when I'm flailing and don't know what to do or how to proceed is so sexy" Ori starts fanning herself as if to emphasis her point, a teasing grin plastered on her face

73. Who brings home an illegal pet?

"Hiro will bring anything home if it's injured. It could be a snake and if he's worried its hurt I will come home to it in the bath"

"you gotta save the animals, babe"

"Most people would call a wildlife facility though, not take them to their tiny city apartment"

74. What side of the bed do each of them sleep on?

"I sleep on the left! I don't think either of us are particularly picky about it though"

"We usually wake up sprawled anyway with no clear sign of where we were before"

75. What is their favorite photo of them two together?

"There's a picture someone took of us dancing at a wedding. Ori is mid laugh in that photo and she's just - shit, she's so pretty."

"Hiro what the fuck why are you so sappy today"

"I dunno - I just think you're neat"

Ori's lips tremble a tiny bit. She sniffles. "It's my favorite photo too."

76. Who takes longer in the bathroom?

"Oh my god-"

"Okay-"

"SHE TAKES FOREVER"

"OKAY, LISTEN-"

"SHE ONLY GOES ON TIKTOK WHEN SHE GOES TO THE BATHROOM"

"I JUST GO THROUGH MY NOTIFICATIONS"

"SHE IS NEVER - STOP HITTING ME - SHE IS NEVER QUICKER THAN 30 MINUTES"

"YOU ARE SO DRAMATIC"

"DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON SHOWERS"

77. Who has more songs on their ipod?

"Hiro, I kinda keep to the stuff I know, while he's constantly adding new music"

78. What movie did they first see together?

"Uhhh I think it was-"

"It was Princess Mononoke, you were appalled when I said I hadn't seen it yet"

"Honestly I still am. How do you go through 20 years of your life without having seen Princess Mononoke?" Ori shrugs

79. What do they like to see each other in?

"nothing"

"not sure what I expected, really"

"I mean was there really any other answer?"

80. Who makes jokes during inappropriate times?

"Oh god. Both of us. We are so terrible"

"Sometimes Ori will nudge me if I'm being especially bad but she is usually the one egging me on because there is nothing cuter than her trying to hold in a laugh"

81. At what age do they discuss the possibility of children?

"We started talking about it a few months ago"

"It wouldn't be any time soon either, its just discussing the topic so we know where each of us stand"

"Yeah, there's still a lot for us to figure out"

"Like, you know, finances and getting married and stuff"

Ori bites her lip "...yeah, and stuff."

82. What do they love about each other the most?

"It's probably a cop out to say everything"

"please, you don't love everything, I'm a mess"

"but you're MY mess" Ori smiles and kicks him playfully

"This is going to sound super cheesy, but I just love his heart? He's loves so loudly and so wholly. With everyone and everything around him. He's just such a good person and it's insane to think he somehow chose to be with me, a human dumpster"

"You were so romantic until you called yourself a dumpster"

"It was getting too soft, I gotta keep my bruh girl reputation"

"You're such a dork"

83. Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focus’s on the small details?

"I think we're both kind of big picture people"

"No, babe, you are obsessive over minute details"

"No I'm not!"

"Everything takes you twice as long because you are constantly quadruple checking if its ok"

"..."

"and you get so stressed when you're given a project or a problem that's even the tiniest bit vague"

"well, I-"

"And don't even get me started on when you're cleaning, you always take forever because you go through every single item you've ever owned even if you know you're gonna toss or keep it"

"Okay, I feel really attacked right now" Makki laughs

84. What would they write on their partner’s social media’s for their anniversary?

"I usually go with a tried and true mixture of sappy and funny. I post a couple photo of us that I like or just a standalone of him and I give a cute little snippet talking about how lucky I am"

"Every year I just go on a rant about how much I love her. I'm always overwhelmed on anniversaries so I keyboard smash my way through the post."

85. Who is bad at math?

"Me, I don't understand any of it. Hiro is actually pretty good at it though"

86. Who googles everything?

"I've caught her trying to google where her glasses are"

"OKAY to be FAIR I was googling to see what the most likely places would be, it was just to give me ideas"

"And where were they?"

"*sigh* in the fridge"

"why?"

"because I was on autopilot and I assumed it was the butter"

87. Who does stuff on impulse?

"Oh, me. Ori does sometimes but she always regrets whatever she impulse did"

"its normally shopping and then I'm sad because I'm broke again"

88. How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation?

"honestly? We learned this the hard way, but...just being there, letting them know they can lean on you when they need to. Being a pillar and giving them the space and comfort to let them tell you what they need and how you can help. Communication is so important in a relationship"

"You said you learned that the hard way? What do you mean by that?"

Ori and Makki share a look

"It's a long story. Another time, maybe"

89. What is an inside joke they have?

They both immediately start laughing

"Are you also thinking-"

"Yes! What about-"

"*incoherent wheezing*"

"well there's the-"

"or the-"

"oh my god remember-"

all the sentences go unfinished, laughter dissolving any chance of you ever figuring any of them out.

90. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

"I think its mutual, sometimes we will literally just look at each other and we'll smile without even realizing it."

"We're so gross"

"Ugh, I know." But they smile at each other

91. What is their favourite holiday?

"New years! Christmas is always nice but its stressful with gift giving. New years is always stress free and a good time, plus Ori loves visiting the shrines the next day"

"It's so peaceful, and seeing everyone pay their respects fills me with an overwhelming appreciation for humanity."

92. Who is the one that is calm and collected while the other is angry and destructive?

Ori pouts.

"I'm the angry one. I know I am. I'm a menace"

"You're not a menace babe, you just feel a little more than others"

"Are you like high right now or something? What has got you so wise and therapist-y"

"Love." Makki wiggles his eyebrows as she scoffs, her soft giggles betraying the eye roll

93. What is their favourite board game to play?

"Clue!"

94. Who accidentally sets something on fire?

"Okay, it's me, it's happened more than once too"

"She doesn't know the first thing about safety in the kitchen"

"I want to argue so bad but I just know I can't" she sighs

95. Who has the car ready while the other is robbing the store?

"I'm robbing. Ori would get distracted"

"valid"

96. What artist/group did they go to for their first concert?

"Mother Mother"

"It was INSANE"

97. Who sleep talks?

"Hiro does" Ori starts giggling, pulls up the sleep app on her phone

"Wanna listen?"

98. Who is the more social one?

"Oh, me, definitely. She is more talkative but Ori rarely initiated conversation with new people or if she's in a new environment at all"

99. What are their karaoke songs?

"I have to be absolutely trashed before we even attempts Karaoke but we do a duet and its either Bohemian Rhapsody or one of our cheesy love songs"

100. Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh?

"Hiro!! He does it all the time and I love him for it"

"Awh, love you too babe"

"And that's a wrap!"

Makki looks at Ori, grabbing her hand and instinctively intertwining their hands together. "Ready to go, stinky?"

Ori smiles, bringing their entangled hands up to lips as she presses a soft kiss to his skin.

"Ready."

#orimakki #whispers #familiars #flora #this was so fun and it took me SO LONG because i decided to make it stupid complicated lmao #but I'm so happy with it its cheesy as hell and I don't even care lmao #thank you for sending this in flora!! sweet angel you are too good to me :D<3

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Y’all know what time it is. I know it’s past April fools day but I’ll be damned if I don’t write some for it. And knowing my sleep deprived Marichat obsessed ass, you know it’s gonna be Marichat.

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It was April fools day, and everyone knew it was Chat Noir’s favourite. Well they didn’t know for sure but he seemed to be out and about more than usual every year on April first. And nobody was complaining. His practical jokes were always light hearted and fun, purrhaps if he did this everyday, no one would be akumatized. The streets where each prank took place was filled with laughter and excitement at seeing the hero in person. He was happier too, seeing everyone smile and hearing them laugh was his favourite part of the day.

Unfurrtuately Adrien was scheduled to have a photo shoot that same day, and in an act of rebellion, decided to prank his father by hiding from him all day and occasionally he detransformed and took pictures of himself in different locations before retransforming and taking off again. He would scroll through the comments on each post and he his school friends cheering him on. He just hoped that Gabriel didn’t punish him too harshly for this, then again he wouldn’t let that stop him from living normally. What was he gonna do anyway, take his miraculous? If a super villain whose been hunting it down for 4 years can’t take it, there’s no way his father could.

For his final act of the day he had something special planned. It had been set up, waiting for them all day. He just had to go pick her up in the most Foolish way possible. And what’s more foolish than a clown costume? Nothing, the answer is nothing. So dawning the oversized shoes, the baggy polka dot pants, the large white collar, and the red wig. He set off to François DuPont Highschool.

She was at the front entrance, talking to Alya. Neither of them were wearing their usual outfits though and their hair was soaked. Kim had mentioned something about water balloon so he’d just assumed that was the cause. Instead Marinette wore a cute dark brown button up sundress with a pastel green dress shirt underneath. Accompanied by some simple platform boots. Her wet hair fell into light curls that brushed her shoulders when she laughed. He guessed that she’d caught word of Kim’s endeavours and brought a change of clothes, or maybe she brought them just in case.

Puffing up his chest and holding his head high, he waddled over in his giant red shoes that squeaked with each step. Did he almost trip and fall, yes a few times. Did he adopt a wider stance as a result, yes, yes he did. By the time he’d gotten to Marinette he was the same height as her while he scuttled like a crab behind her. Alya had taken notice a long time ago and struggled to stifle her laugh, she knew he wanted it to be a surprise and oh boy was it. He pulled a little horn out of his pocket, the ones with the rubber ball end that you have to squeeze to get the sound out. He pinched it and she flew into the air and nearly tripped on his shoes but he caught her before she could hit the ground. Alya burst out laughing, nearly falling to the ground. “Oh my god,” she said between cackles. “That was amazing.” Marinette started laughing too, “Chat you scared me.” She giggled. Step one complete, onto step two.

He took a few steps back, each squeak of his shoes making the girls laugh louder. It took Marinette a minute to compose herself when she turned to face him. He took a pink rose out of his belt and held it out to Marinette in a bow. A few gasps were heard from the top of the staircase as more students came out only to witness a cat clown giving a pretty girl a rose. She took it carefully and inspected it from a distance before deciding that there was nothing tricky about it. He pointed to it and she spun it around in her hands a few times before finding what he wanted her to find. Written on the outside petals was a message for her, only two words. “Brace yourself?” She read aloud before he slung her over his shoulder (ensuring that she skirt was covering her of course) and ran off with her. The red wig flying off his head. In their journey he spotted a very angry Lila Rossi, what a lovely bonus.

“Chat! Hey put me down!” Marinette laughed over his shoulder. Before they really got moving she’d propped herself up and wrapped her arms around his neck so that she wasn’t completely slung over his shoulder. Which he was glad for, he didn’t want her to get dizzy, just wanted to take her on a fun run across the roof tops of Paris. Of course there was a destination though, and it was waiting just across the street. In one final leap, they’d arrived at Le Pont des Art with its many lockets reflecting the sunlight. Reached up and grabbed her waist with both hands before lowering her to the ground.

“And what are we doing here?” She asked crossing her arms. “I thought we could go for a little, catwalk. See that we can find in the lockets.” He pointed. ‘Please take the hint’ he thought, and thankfully she did. “What did you hide here kitty?” She teased before turning towards the fence. “You’ll see, but if you want to find it, I’d suggest looking in the section.” He gestured to a square section of locks while she turned to look through them. Occasionally she would hold one that had familiar names on them. Exclaiming, “Hey I know them! They live across the street.” or something along those lines. Until her eyes fell on the lock he was waiting for. It was the only one that was unlocked on the bridge. “Maman et Papa’s lock.” She said. She tentatively cradled the lock in her hands before running her thumb across the initials engrave into it. “Hey wait, why isn’t it locked?” In her realization she turned around and glared at Chat, he was in the middle of taking off the baggy pants and he froze, holding his hands up in surrender. “They said it was ok, you know since they’re taking all the locks off anyways.” She didn’t seem convinced. “They asked if we could take it back home to them and besides, I only broken the lock mechanism.” Her gaze softened and she unhooked to lock from the fence. Keeping her eyes fixed on it, she walked over to Chat and sat beside him on the bench. “How did you find it? There’s hundreds of locks on the bridge.” “Simple, they showed me.” He explained. “They still knew where it was?” She asked, he wasn’t sure how they remembered either honestly, but “I have a feeling that, they put it on the fence on a special day. Maybe they even came back to see it a few times.” She let out a small gasp beside him as she rubbed her finger along the back of the metal. She turned it over only to find a small “MDC” craved on the back. “I guess we know when the put it on the fence then.” He couldn’t see her face, but he felt her smiling, and when she turned her head towards him, the purest light danced in her eyes. He smiled at her and he smiled back.

“Now then, I do have a lock if you want to use it.” He stated as he rummaged in his pocket. “Wait really?” She perked up, looking around to the hand in his pocket, watching as her pulled out a silver locket with an engraved design of vines swirling around the edge. “Oh wow Chat it’s beautiful.” She said reaching out for it, but before she could grab it he pulled his hand back out of her reach. “Ah ah purrincess, you can’t look at anymore than this until Hawkmoth is defeated.” He told her. “Oh? And why is that?” He put the lock back into his pocket before crossing his arms. “Because it has my real first initial on it.” He stated simply. “Chat! Your superhero name would have been fine.” She lightly smacked his arm with the back of her hand. “Yeah but I wanted it to be more official, you know?” Her face turned pink, very reminiscent of her bedroom walls. “Official as in, what I think it is?” He laughed, was she really embarrassed about that? “Well not all the people that come here put locks on are a couple Marinette,” Chat turned to look out at the sun. “I’ve seen a mother a son come to put a lock on here once. They were laughing to themselves. The mom put the lock on while her kid twisted the key to lock it, then she picked him up and he threw it in the seine.” He smiled. “Do, do you know which one it was?” He looked down at Marinette, she looked so cute when she was curious. He took her hand and walked with her a little ways across before stopping and grabbing a locket in his hand. “G, E, and A Agreste. Chat I know them! That’s Adrien and his parents! Oh do you think Adrien would want his locket too?” He blinked, he hadn’t thought about it. Did he want to keep the locket? What would his father do if he found out he had it. He clearly wasn’t over Emilie, despite it being year 4 of her disappearance. “I don’t know Marinette, he might? Why don’t you try giving it to him at school tomorrow.” ‘That way I can decide if I want it or not’ he thought. “Oh but what if he thinks I’m weird, or a stalker?” He looked at her and half smirked half laughed “Why would that make him think you were a stalker?” She crossed her arms and pouted “Well me just happening to find his locket on a bridge that no one else knows about might seem a little stalkerish.” He laughed “Ok first of all, I don’t think ‘stalkerish’ is a word. Second, I don’t think he would think that of you. I mean, you’ve found a bunch of locks today. Plus, I do have fans and they happen to be amazing photographers.” She perked up, “What? Who? Where?” “Uh behind you?” He used his finger to turn her head towards a little boy with a Polaroid camera. He blushed as a picture came out the top. Marinette approached him. “Did you want a photo with Chat? I can take the picture.” He nodded and Marinette held out her hand. After giving her the camera, he walked over to Chat and he was lifted onto the hero’s shoulders. There was a little click before the picture came up. The boy hopped down and shook the picture until the image of him and Chat smiling brightly came through the plastic.

“Hey big guy,” Chat turned to him, “Mind if me and this lovely lady get a photo together while your here?” He kid nodded before holding up the camera. Getting a request from a superhero seemed to have made him so excited that he was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. Marinette and Chat stepped back to get in frame and without giving her a warning, he scooped her up bridal style causing her to laugh. “Big smiles for the camera princess.” And click, the picture was taken. The boy shook the picture proudly, jumping up and down. So a quiet boy, he sure did have a lot of energy. Out of nowhere a woman came running towards the three and bent down to him. She spoke to him using sign language. ‘Oh shit was this kid deaf, had he understood a word I had said?’ The boy seemed to sense Chat’s confusion. “D-d-ont worry-y. I-I-I un-n-nderstood-d.” He said through a stammer. ‘Oh I see, some people just have an easier time speaking in ASL.’ “Oh sweet, and don’t worry,” he cut himself off, he then signed “I know sign language too.” The boy did a cute little wiggle of excitement before he hoped onto his mother’s shoulders. She stood and signed “Thank you for taking care of my son, he’s a big fan of yours.” He signed back “It was no problem, we had a little photoshoot together. Look.” He held out the pictures to her. She smiled before taking the ones of him and her son, and walking away with the big guys waving at them.

“So kitty,” Marinette piped up, “there was a rolled up paper in the lock.” He turned to her and crossed his arms. “And what does the lock say?” “I think it wants us to go to the Louvre.” She stated. “Well then purrincess,” He said, holding out his hand. “Close your eyes and hold on tight, ok?” He instructed before she was scooped up in his arms and carried towards their next destination.

This is not the end of the story! I still have more I want to write on it. But for one, It’s 3:37 am and I need my beauty sleep and two, this is already longer than what I normally write so I will be writing a second “chapter” soon. I’ll try to have it out by like, Wednesday. I’ll even figure out how to add a link to it. So stay tuned!

#marichat #miraculous ladybug tales of ladybug and chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous marinette #miraculous ladybug #cat noir #ladybug and chat noir

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aremewkiddingme · 4 years

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Survivor, last night: Realize you are not powerless

ssazimech IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?

aremewkiddingme EFURRYTHING IS FRAGILE PSIONIC S33MS TO BE... OFFLINE WHICH... WELL, HOW OFTEN ARE /MEW/ OFFLINE

ssazimech IM NOT BARRING ESSENTIAL MAINTENANCE WHICH IS VERY RARE THESE NIGHTS

aremewkiddingme YES AND... FUROM WHAT I UNDERSTAND THAT SHOULD NYOT BE A FACTOR I THINK HE MAY BE DEAD

HE WELL YES HE IS

ssazimech IM SO SORRY IS YOUR KISMESIS THERE WITH YOU?

aremewkiddingme HE HASN'T REALLY LET ME BE ALONE SINCE I NOTICED PSIONIC WAS OFFLINE I AM GRATEFUL FUR KIT

ssazimech THATS GOOD, HES DOING THE RIGHT THING IF THERES ANYTHING I CAN DO TO HELP YOU IM RIGHT HERE, OR IF YOU N33D SPACE I CAN DO THAT TOO

aremewkiddingme UPDATE, BECLAWS SO MUCH HAPPAWNS SO MUCH HE IS ALIVE, AND HELD BY THE MAKARA OF OUR TIMELINE WHO S33MS TO WANT TO JUST... GIVE HIM TO US

ssazimech THAT S33MS SUSPICIOUS

aremewkiddingme YES YES, FURRY SUSPICIOUS

ssazimech SO WHAT IS THE PLAN?

aremewkiddingme ... I DON'T KNOW WAIT FUR PSIIONIC TO WAKE UP, ASK HIM WHAT HE WANTS TO DO HOPE MAKARA DOES NYOT GET BORED DON'T LET MAKARA ANYAWHERE NEAR OUR FURICKING HIVE

ssazimech OH I DO NOT LIKE THE IMPLICATIONS OF N33DING TO MAKE SURE HE ISNT BORED

aremewkiddingme ME NEIFUR BUT APPURRANTLY HE THINKS PSIIONIC IS FUNNY... WHICH IS A GOOD THING ACCORDING TO DARKL33R CAT LEAST, FUR HIS LIFESPAN AND GENERAL WELLBEING

ssazimech HM ITS SO FRUSTRATING NOT KNOWING THE ANSWERS

aremewkiddingme CAT IS FURRY TRUE ... HOW GOOD ARE MEW AT BREAKING AND ENTERING, ON A TECHNYALOGICAL LEVEL?

ssazimech AH. MIDDLING? I HAVENT HAD TO DO A LOT OF IT IN MY TIME BUT I HAVE MANAGED TO FUCK AROUND ENOUGH TO K33P OUR DISCUSSIONS SAFE

aremewkiddingme I S33

ssazimech BUT I HAVE A GREAT DEAL OF PROCESSING POWER AT YOUR DISPOSAL

aremewkiddingme I KNOW THIS MIGHT JUST BE MEWVIE NONSENSE BUT... WHAT IS THE CHANCE MEW COULD LOOK THROUGH JAPIFORM'S CAMURRAS TO S33 WHAT HE IS DOING?

ssazimech ITS POSSIBLE. I CANT SAY HOW LONG IT WOULD TAKE FOR SURE BECAUSE IM NOT FAMILIAR WITH HIS SECURITY SYSTEMS BUT ITS DOABLE IN THEORY THERE IS ALWAYS POTENTIAL FOR FAILURE BUT YOU KNOW, I WILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER FOR YOU

aremewkiddingme THANK MEW

ssazimech SO WITH YOUR PERMISSION ILL START THAT PROCESS NOW

aremewkiddingme PAWLEASE

ssazimech OF COURSE I CAN STILL TALK DURING, DONT WORRY

aremewkiddingme MEW ARE FURRY SKILLED

ssazimech JUST POWERFUL AND WITH A LOT AT MY DISPOSAL

aremewkiddingme PAWLL NYATHING TO SN33ZE AT

ssazimech REGRETTABLY NOT AS MUCH AS ID LIKE TO PUT INTO IT BUT I CANNOT RISK BEING CAUGHT AND RUINING THIS FOR YOU

aremewkiddingme I TRUST MEW

ssazimech A BLESSING

ssazimech sent a post "1062. Hacker"

IM IN :33

aremewkiddingme MEW'RE IN!

ssazimech WHAT SPECIFICALLY AM I LOOKING FOR? THE PLACE IS HUGE LIKE I KNOW ITS HIM OBVIOUSLY BUT IDK WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE OR WHERE HED BE AND IM SCRUBBING THROUGH CAMERAS MANUALLY. GROSS

aremewkiddingme FURICK I AM SORRY JAPIFORM IS PAWBABLY IN THE MEOWST IMPURRTANT PAWLACES ON THE SHIP AND HE IS TALL, WITH WINDING HORNS, AND SHARP SKULL PAINT

ssazimech IMPORTANT PLACES. OK ILL CHECK THE BRIDGE FIRST

aremewkiddingme PAWLRIGHT

ssazimech OK NO HOLD ON I THINK I HAVE HIM MEDBAY? MOSTLY EMPTY

aremewkiddingme IS HE INJURED? I HOPE HE IS INJURED

ssazimech NOT FROM WHAT I CAN S33

aremewkiddingme FURICK

ssazimech THERE ARE TWO WHO *ARE* INJURED

aremewkiddingme OH

ssazimech ONE LOOKS LIKE MY PAPA...

aremewkiddingme IS HE JUST L33RING AT PSIIONIC??? YES CAT IS PSIIONIC

ssazimech THE CLOWN IS WORKING BY HIM

aremewkiddingme WORKING ON WHAT???

ssazimech ON A HUSKTOP AND SIGNING PAPERS? WHO STILL USES PAPER

aremewkiddingme OH MAYBE HE THINKS KIT IS FUNNY OR SOMEWTHING

ssazimech HE DID JUST LAUGH AT SOMETHING

aremewkiddingme PAWBABLY SOMEWTHING STUPID :// ARE MEW SURE KIT IS HIM?

ssazimech BASED ON YOUR DESCRIPTION, FAIRLY SURE

aremewkiddingme WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE?

ssazimech AS YOU SAID. TALL, TWISTING HORNS GOING UP, FACE LIKE A SKULL AWFUL FASHION SENSE AND THATS COMING FROM SOMEONE WHO HASNT DRESSED HERSELF IN TWO CENTURIES

aremewkiddingme MOG

ssazimech WHAT IS MOG

aremewkiddingme OH FURICK KIT IS SOMEWTHING MY YOUNGER PAWLTERNYATES SAY WHEN STARTLED OR EXCITED OR AMEWSED AN EXCLAWMATION, M O G I THINK IT IS AN ABBREVIATION I AM NYOT SURE WHAT OF

ssazimech I S33 WELL CONTINUE TO BE STARTLED, HE HAS A BOW TIE I KIND OF HATE IT

aremewkiddingme HE I HAVE NO WORDS

ssazimech WOULD YOU LIKE TO S33?

aremewkiddingme ... A KITTLE

ssazimech > You send along a very carefully cropped screenshot so that him and his nasty little outfit are all that's visible. He is wearing a slightly more casual version of his armor, in a tough linen vest, and the expected juggalo pants with his sign on the crotch. Also, a clip on polkadot bow tie. He is sitting behind a hospital cot and using it as a desk. There are no injured people in the picture, you're trying to be gentle.

aremewkiddingme OH FURICK CAT IS HIM CAT IS HIM AND HE IS DOING PAPERWORK BEHIND A KITTLE DESK WEARING A BOW TIE HE SLAUGHTERED HUNDREDS, THOUSANDS AND HE IS JUST I THINK MY PAN IS BROKEN

ssazimech TAKE YOUR TIME HES REALLY QUITE UNPLEASANT

aremewkiddingme WHAT DID HE DO OFUR THAN FASHION CRIMES

ssazimech YES

aremewkiddingme ... SINCE HE IS THERE... HOW IS PSIIONIC DOING?

ssazimech HE STIRS A LITTLE BUT I DONT THINK HES AWAKE

aremewkiddingme ... I SUPPAWS MEW PAWBABLY CAN'T TELL IF HE WILL WAKE SOON...

ssazimech SADLY NO, I AM NOT A DOCTOR

aremewkiddingme OKAY

ssazimech THE CLOWN TRIED TO COMFORT HIM, POSSIBLY?

aremewkiddingme ... COMFURT? HOW SO?

ssazimech HE PET AT HIS HAIR OR HEAD, ITS KIND OF SHAVED. IM NOT SURE HOW TO SAY THAT ONE

aremewkiddingme ... HE SHOULD NYOT TOUCH HIM SO INTIMATELY DID HE ... WAS HE

ssazimech I KNOW, IM SORRY

aremewkiddingme BEING CR33PY APAWT KIT? L33RING OR CLAWD I DON'T KNOW, IS HE BEING EVIL

ssazimech NO HE BARELY EVEN LOOKED

aremewkiddingme I DON'T LIKE THIS KIT F33LS LIKE HE IS PLAYING US

ssazimech PERHAPS, BUT ALSO HE ISNT AWARE THAT IM IN HIS SYSTEMS

aremewkiddingme YES ... CAN MEW K33P AN EYE ON HIM? OR IS KIT UNWISE

ssazimech AS LONG AS YOU N33D ME TO

aremewkiddingme THANK MEW

ssazimech ANY TIME SERIOUSLY

aremewkiddingme MEW ARE TOO GOOD TO ME

ssazimech OH NOT GOOD ENOUGH, LOVELY

aremewkiddingme MEW ARE DOING SOMEWTHING CAT COULD GET MEW IN TROUBLE

ssazimech IM VERY AWARE BUT FOR YOU, ITS FINE

aremewkiddingme MEW ARE A BLESSING, THANK MEW AH, MAY I ASK, DOES KIT LOOK LIKE PSIIONIC IS BEING SEDATED?

ssazimech THATS YOU I WILL MONITOR FOR AS LONG AS YOU N33D, AND AS LONG AS I CAN GET AWAY WITH IN THAT ORDER

aremewkiddingme PAWLEASE BE SAFE

ssazimech THERE IS NOTHING HE CAN DO THAT I AM AFRAID OF

ssazimech AND BESIDES YOU DESERVE HAVING SOMETHING EASY AND IF I CAN PROVIDE THAT THEN IM GOING TO DO IT

aremewkiddingme THANK MEW AGAIN I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY

ssazimech IM SORRY TO MAKE YOU REPEAT YOURSELF, YOU DONT HAVE TO THANK ME AS FOR SEDATION MY APOLOGIES FOR THE DELAY ON THE ANSWER, I WAS TAKING SOME TIME TO MONITOR HIM ITS HARD TO SAY FOR SURE. HE HAS A MASK OVER HIS FACE AND A COUPLE OF IV DRIPS BUT I CANT SAY WHATS IN THEM HE *IS* LUCID ENOUGH TO STIR WHEN THE CLOWN LAUGHS TOO HARD SO I WOULD LEAN TOWARD NO, BUT THERES ALWAYS THE POSSIBILITY THAT THEYVE ONLY PARTIALLY SEDATED HIM

aremewkiddingme PAWLRIGHT, THANK MEW

ssazimech IF THERE ARE ANY CHANGES OVERLIGHT ILL LET YOU KNOW RIGHT AWAY BUT MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE SOME REST? IS DARKL33R STILL THERE?

aremewkiddingme HE IS

ssazimech HE HAS SO MUCH OF MY RESPECT AND GRATITUDE FOR TAKING SUCH GOOD CARE OF YOU

#death mention #[[don't worry he's fine #also azimech has a personality!!!#also! azimech is very girls

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askkrenko · 4 years

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Krenko’s Guide to Pokemon: Mr. Line

“If a tree falls in the woods, and nobody is around to hear it, and it hits a mime, does anyone care?” ~ Gary Larson

DESIGN

Mime Jr.’s actually pretty cute, looking like a tiny little silly clown. The design is a bit generic but also very effective, making it a creature with just enough clown parts so that you know it’s a clown without so many clown parts to look terrifying. It also manages to look a lot like one of those clown-faced ice creams you can get at some places, where the cone is upside down as a hat. The point is, Mime Jr. is a small, cute pokemon that works perfectly fine.

Next is “Kantonian” Mr. Mime, and I put that in quotes because this Pokemon isn’t actually Kantonian. As with Farfetch’d, Mr. Mime is called Kantonian because that’s the first region we as players could get it, but the only ones available in Kanto outside of Let’s Go are either from trades or from the game counter, plus a very tiny amount that appear in the grass patch south of Pallet Town in Gold and Silver but not Red and Blue, implying that someone in Pallet Town has been breeding and releasing Mr. Mimes, and I’m not going to say who, but we all know these Mimes are a certain protagonist’s half-siblings, don’t we?

So where is Mr. Mime from? Well, we’ve established that the first Mr. Mime we met, Marcel, didn’t come from Kanto, and there’s no Mr. Mime in Johto, Hoenn, or Unova. Alola’s a weird one, as they don’t appear in Sun and Moon but they do appear in both Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon. Still, they’re only in one location and Alola is known for having many imported Pokemon. Sinnoh’s a possibility- while the Trophy Garden is clearly cultivated, Mr. Mime and Mime Jr. both appear in the wild in Diamond (but not Pearl). Still, I think the actual natural habitat of this Mr. Mime is the Reflection Cave in Kalos. Not only would a mime Pokemon make the most sense in the Kalos region, but it’d make far more sense for it to be living in a hall of mirrors than simply wandering grasslands as it does in Diamond. Further, this is in much closer proximity to the Galar Region, where Mime Jr.s and Galarian Mr. Mimes wander freely. Thus, for the rest of this article I’m going to refer to this creature as Kalosian Mr. Mime.

And Kalosian Mr. Mime is terrifying. This thing is so Uncanny Valley that it goes down to becoming some sort of Uncanny Trench where light vanishes and there’s no hope for escape. It has all the most terrifying aspects of a clown, with a vaguely human form that isn’t quite right, hair that resembles horns, and an uncomfortably close relationship with your mother. Its bright coloration and curly feet are just sort of haunting, giving the illusion that it’s wearing clothes while in actuality that’s all just part of it’s horrible, horrible body.

In contrast, Galarian Mr. Mime is much friendlier looking. The pants help a lot, but so do the big gloves and the nose. It looks less like a monster and more like a cartoony man, and while it’s still weird to see a Pokemon that’s so humanlike, this version doesn’t feel inherently wrong and unsettling. Much better design here, unless the goal is to freak people out. That said, I just don’t buy this as an evolved form of Mime Jr. Galar really needed a Galarian Mime Jr. to finish the set, because as is Mime Jr. turning into Galarian form in Galar and Kalosian form anywhere else just feels off. The other weird thing is that Galarian Mr. Mime, with its new focus on tapdance, doesn’t still feel like it should be called Mr. Mime. It’s something I complain about a lot with alternate forms, but if a creature’s called Mr. Mime it should be miming, not dancing, and if a creature’s called Sandshrew it should be sand based.

Visually, I love Mr. Rime. He’s got all the charm of Galarian Mr. Mime but now has a silly hat and an ice cane. He also gets the red bubble on his stomach back from being a Mime Jr. which makes me question why Galarian Mr. Mime doesn’t have it. Mime Jr. links fine to Mr. Rime, but through features lost along the way, like its hat and its big red poofs. Mr. Rime is also clearly Charlie Chaplin, and I love the pun of its name in that it’s both Rime and Rhyme.

EVOLUTIONS:

Oh god this line is a mess.

First we get Mime Jr, which has first form starter stats, but evolves when knowing the move Mimic. With no TM or TR, Mime Jr. learns Mimic at 32, finally evolving into a Pokemon whose stat total is still a bit small for a final form. If it’s not in Galar, it stays a Psychic/Fairy type. If it is in Galar, it becomes a Psychic/Ice type, which then evolves again at 42 into something that’s not actually that big a boost over its previous for, making Galarian Mr. Mime a good user of the Eviolite.

And then Mime Jr. is an incense baby, so if you breed two Mr. Mimes (and you can because despite the name half are female) you get a Mr. Mime if you’re not using incense. This is a stupid mechanic that they need to get rid of.

As with Farfetch’d, the fact that the original doesn’t get a new evolution while the regional form does bothers me, because it doesn’t do anything to bring the original back into playability, it just gives us a new different Pokemon that makes the original less relevant.

I will say Mime Jr. was a good addition. While some baby Pokemon are a waste of time, Mime Jr.’s actually a really solid early-game Pokemon, and Mr. Mime’s strong enough that it shouldn’t be appearing until mid to late game anyway. Adding Mime Jr. adds a lot of playability to this line in PVE.

Art by Zerochan923600

TYPING:

Kalosian Mr. Mime spent a lot of time as a Psychic type until we actually went to Kalos and found out it was a Psychic/Fairy type this whole time. Defensively, this is decent. It only has three weaknesses, and while it only has three ‘resistances,’ one of them’s a double and one of them’s an immunity. Offensively, it’s super-effective against four types and neither type works well against Steel… but that’s Steel, and most things don’t work well against Steel.

Galarian Mr. Mime and Mr. Rime are Ice/Psychic types, with their only competition in that type combination being Jynx and the legendary Ice Rider Calyrex. Defensively, this is a really bad combination, with six weaknesses and only two resistances- Ice and Psychic themselves. Offensively, this gives super-effective options against six types with only Steel as a shared resistance.

Art by DarkraiLady

STATS

Kalosian Mr. Mime has a whopping 120 Special Defense, but a mere 40 HP, seriously inhibiting its ability to actually tank, and only 65 physical defense. It’s 100 Special Attack is respectable, but Speed 90 isn’t really enough to make a sweeper out of it, even with Nasty Plot.

Galarian Mr. Mime balances its stats a bit, trading Special Attack and Special Defense for a bit more HP and Speed, but the only thing here that really works out in its favor is that it can equip an Eviolite, turning it into an actual defensive Pokemon, albeit one that still has poorer HP than most.

Mr. Rime brings up most of its stats as evolutions do, but weirdly drops its speed from 100 to 70. It manages to be more defensive than average post-evolution, but its key stat becomes its 110 Special Attack. Overall, its stats are fine, able to dish out hits and take them, and its worst stats are only a bit below average.

Singin’ in the Snow by Pizapioart

ABILITIES

Kalosian Mr. Mime and Galarian Mr. Mime have entirely different abilities, with Mr. Rime having another.

Like Electrode, Kalosian Mr. Mime can get Soundproof, and there’s plenty of Sound based attacks out there, making this a decent defensive option. This improves in 2v2 where you can pair it with Boomburst.

Filter, a near-Signature ability of Mr. Mime, is another powerful defensive option, reducing the damage of supereffective moves from 2x to 1.5x. As you can reasonably expect most opponents to have Poison, Steel, or Ghost moves somewhere in their lineup, you really can’t go wrong with this.

Technician increases the power of any of Mr. Mime’s moves of 60 power or less by 50%, and in theory this is a good ability, but Mr. Mime just learns all the good moves anyway. There’s no reason to use a Technician’d Confusion when you can learn Psychic, or a Technician’d Magical Leaf when you can learn Energy Ball. Skipping this should be easy, because it’s Mr. Mime’s Hidden Ability.

Galarian Mr. Mime (but not Mr. Rime) gets Vital Spirit, which grants immunity to sleep. This is fine and usable and plenty of enemies will try and put you to sleep, but this isn’t the reason you’d be using this Pokemon.

Mr. Rime gets Tangled Feet, which is a garbage ability for garbage Pokemon. Nobody needs raised evasion when confused, what they need is to not be confused.

Ice Body, hidden ability of Galarian Mr. Mime and Mr. Rime, causes a Pokemon to heal in Hail. Of course, every Pokemon that can get this, other than the not-fully-evolved Seel, takes no damage in Hail anyway, and it really takes a fully defensive playstyle to worry about using your ability on sometimes healing 1/16th max HP a turn. There are ways to build Mr. Rime for this, but it’ll involve other Poekmon on your team setting up the Hail and wanting it, too.

Besides, Galarian Mr. Mime and Mr. Rime have the signature ability “Screen Cleaner” which negates Reflect, Light Screen, and Aurora Veil upon switching in. This ability is honestly the best reason to use these Pokemon, more than anything they’ll actually do once on the field. Any ability that has an effect on switch in tends to be good, because as long as it’s something you wanted done, you basically just got a free action.

Art by PeregrineJazmin, formerly Retkikosmos

MOVES:

Psychic and Psyshock are both great options for your primary attack form. Psychic is a bit bigger, but as you’ll have a special move of your other element to fall back on, Psyshock adds a bit more versatility.

Kalosian Mr. Mime’s only Fairy attack is Dazzling Gleam so you take Dazzling Gleam. Galarian Mr. Mime/Mr. Rime gets your choice of Ice Beam, Blizzard, or Freeze-Dry. Freeze Dry has the drawback of being weaker most of the time, but extra strong against Water Types, which are rather common. Blizzard is more likely to outright end something, but without Hail its accuracy is rather poor.

Coverage options are pretty wide for the mimes. Thunderbolt, Energy Ball, Shadow Ball, and Focus Blast are available to both, with that last one being super effective against the Steel types that resist Psychic, Fairy, and Ice.

If you think you’ll get a moment to build up, Nasty Plot is always a great move, as is the more defensive Calm Mind.

Mr. Rime gets two particularly interesting options: it can Rapid Spin, which combines well with Screen Cleaner to reset the field, and it can learn Slack Off, the normal type equivalent of Recover.

The Mime family’s move pools are actually rather deep, and there’s plenty more options in there, like Hypnosis, Reflect and Light Screen, Baton Pass, Iron Defense, Stored Power, and, via older gens, Healing Wish.

Art by albrt-wlson, which I have to assume is short for Albert Wilson, but might actually be Alberta Walesong.

OVERALL:

I love to hate Mr. Mime, though overall the whole family winds up in the range of ‘fine.’ Mr. Rime’s speed loss is its biggest hit, but other than that there’s a lot of good stuff it can do, especially with both Screen Cleaner and Rapid Spin. Having below average speed on a Pokemon with so many weaknesses is a problem, but with such a strong variety of moves there’s a lot that can make up for it.

Kalosian Mr. Mime, unfortunately, really needs that stat boost that Mr. Rime got or the ability to use Eviolite like Galarian Mr. Mime, and it just doesn’t have either.

The other thing that really bugs me about Kalosian Mr. Mime is its abilities or lack thereof. In flavor, Mr. Mime is THE Barrier Pokemon. Reflect and Light Screen are supposed to be what it does better than anyone else… but it just isn’t. Sure, Soundproof, Filter, and Technician are interesting, but I’d have loved to see Mr. Mime have something like Prankster or an ability that mimicked Light Clay, anything to say ‘this is the Pokemon that is best at Reflect.’ Honestly it’s a problem I see in the game a lot, a Pokemon having a specifically mentioned ability or a clear signature move that the Pokemon just has no reason to use. At least Mr. Rime clearly wants to use Teeter Dance with Tangled Feet, even if that strategy isn’t a strong one.

It just really bugs me when a Pokemon isn’t good at what it’s supposed to do, even if it’s good in other ways.

#Krenko's Pokemon Guide #Mr. Mime #Mime Jr.#Mr. Rime #Delia Ketchum has secret mime babies

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clowndaydreams · 5 years

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Yan!Marvus x Reader

I hope you all like it!

“Can you pass me the potato chips?” You looked over to your companion. Marvus nodded and reached over to get said bag from his side of the couch.

“here ya go.” You grunted a quick thank you to the clown and started to dig in. You had been hanging out with Marvus all day. You still couldn’t believe how friendly you’ve gotten with the superstar since you met him at that concert you went to. It had been a few perigrees since then, but the clown had since made a habit of inviting you over randomly when he was free. You were just happy that he remembered you at all.

Currently though, you were both relaxing on the couch and watching some Slam or Get Culled episodes that he was in. Right now, a season finale was playing. He was the final challenge for that season’s top 2. They had to rap battle him and whoever fared better was the winner. You glanced over at him. He was in his usual facepaint, but was casually wearing a neon yellow ripped tank top and matching pajama pants with some designer troll logo and ‘JUICY’ all over them. How he managed to look so hot in that would forever elude you. You snapped out of it when he started speaking again.

“u kno, i thought ricard was the better 1 outta those 2.” You pretended to glare at him.

“SPOILERS!” You jokingly huffed, lightly shoving his arm. It didn’t move, as you’d expect.

“LOL! XoD sorry fam, seen dis crap 1000 times alreddy.” Wait, then why did he let you pick this episode? Or even agree to watch this with you? If this was boring you could do something else. And as if he could read your mind, he held up a hand.

“dun worry bout dis. is chill or w/e. butt srsly, u kno who gunna win.”

“Still! I wanna watch it!” You giggled. You both watched on in silence as Marvus was brought on to surprise the contestants.

“How were they behind the scenes?” You asked as you watched the confessionals for both of the contestants.

“ricards moirail b a clown, so me n him knew each other alreddy. he wuz p chill i guess lol.”

“What about Krayaa?”

“turns out she wuz a fangirl. foamin at the mouth n erythng.”

“Really?!” You turned to him to try and see if he was lying. He looked almost bored about it all. Like you were both talking about the weather or something. You wished you could be so relaxed about meeting a rabid fangirl and somehow living to tell the tale. Seadwellers were supposed to be stronger and more durable than landdwellers. At least, that was according Polypa anyway. Huh, you had to remember to check on her later after you got home too.

“ye. she wanted 2 pail after the shoot.” Your jaw dropped. Krayaa was a seadweller! Did he have to listen to her? She could have killed him for not listening!

“Nahhh, no worries,, the contract she signed for the ep woulda had her disqualified and mah bodyguards woulda whooped her b4 she had a chance. ;op” He chuckled. “If she managed 2 get thru them, I aint no wimp.” He added, flexing his arms a little to prove his point. You almost couldn’t stop staring. He had to know what he was doing to you…right? Granted, this was a crush you had no intention of pursuing. If you were speaking honestly, Marvus was a guy who probably didn’t want commitment due to his lifestyle. Even then, he had people throwing themselves at him constantly. People his own species. People who were a lot better fitting with his general aesthetic and not some poor wandering alien that he would DM when he was high when they both should have been sleeping. Your own concepts of relationships and types of love were different. But you could dream, right? You were content with just having him as your designated hot friend anyway. …That did mean you were allowed to drool over him in your mind. As long as it doesn’t get creepy to him. Yeah. You were fine.

“u gud (Y/N)? u tryna lure snacks into ur mouth or smth?” You snapped out of your stupor.

“Ew! Gross! I don’t eat bugs like you weirdos!”

“it aint gross. literally free snacks u can catch. :o)” He laughed.

“Where I’m from they’re gross!” Granted, there were places that did eat crickets and the like on Earth, but you would never tell him that.

“dun knock it till ya try it.” He got up and left the room, returning after a moment with a small box.

“…What is that.” You had a sinking feeling you knew what it was.

“chirp grubs.” He opened it and there they were. Disgusting caramelized crickets.

“I can’t.” You shook your head.

“more 4 me lol.” You looked away as he ate a few of the crickets. You looked back at him when his palmhusk rang. It sounded like a clown horn version of one of his songs. Fitting, honestly.

He glanced at it and rolled his eyes before silencing the phone.

“Who was that?”

“thottie.”

“Oh…” He looked bored again. Not good. What could you talk to him about to keep him interested?

“Uh…You ever get tired of the fans trying to aggressively pail you?” Ok, that wasn’t the best choice for conversation. Your bad.

“i meannn….in the beginning yeah. now its kinda the norm 4 me ufeelme?”

“Yeah, I guess. Does it ever make you feel like you can’t have a relation-er, quadrant?” You assumed it would, but that would also come with fame in general, wouldn’t it? You weren’t sure. Then again, if he didn’t want-

“kinda. i think its kinda funny how i can attract psychos, fans and thots, but not my crushes.” You sat up straight. Marvus had a crush?

“Wait. You…uh…are pale or um….red? for somebody?” You didn’t have the best grasp on quadrant terms.

“lol sumtimes i forget your an alien.” He leaned back onto the couch.

“butt yeah, i have a few crushes at the mo.” He smiled, staring at the ceiling. Few. He has more than one crush right now. That soft smile said it all. He had it bad.

“…Can you tell me who they are?” He looked over at you and looked sheepish.

“i…dun think is a gud idea.”

“Please? I have to know who the great Marvus Xoloto has a crush on.”

“u kno 1. itll be awk af :o(“ Now you had to know. Now you were thinking about whether or not Marvus had a type. What if they were all mega hot models? Wait! Did he have a crush on Chahut? They would totally have to know each other. Who else did you both know??? He heard of Cirava, but you didn’t think they talked. Who???

“…kk fine. only if u slam a faygo tho.” You gave him a look.

“Isn’t Faygo…not for non-clowns?”

“is just us. whos gunna kno?”

“You promise nobody’s gonna know?”

“on my life. u slam a faygo, n ill tell u who my flush be.” You thought it over. You remembered tasting the stuff at clown church when you went you went with Chahut that one time. Just a sip left you a bit tipsy. A whole bottle may have rendered you unable to be coherent enough to even process who his flush crush was. Would it be worth it? You felt a choice coming on. Either way you had to drink a certain amount in order to maybe try and learn this random troll’s identity. The question was, do you try and counter his offer or just slam the entire bottle and hope for the best?

…

It would be better to respect your own limits. A bunch of your friends had lectured you a few times over putting yourself out just to potentially make a friend. This would piss them off and would probably not end in your favor even if you did decide to just go with it anyway.

“How much faygo do I have to drink?”

“hm…” He got up, went to the kitchen and got a small can of Grape Faygo, a normal bottle for one and a whole 2 liter bottle. “imma b nice. u get a choice. u gotta try 2 finish the can. u get 1 q with the name if u finish the can. Smol bottle gets u 2 qs and the name n the 2L gets u as many qs as u liek. fair enough 2 u?”

…Now you wanted to chug the 2 liter. You haven’t even seen anyone try to down that other than the Grand High Blood once when you took Karako to clown church for the first time. But that guy was a clown and he is HUGE. You, not so much. But, you chose to respect yourself for once. You’d see how you felt after the small can and go from there. You picked it up, opened the can and took a deep breathe. Powers that be, let this not wreck you and let this answer be worth it. If he cops out with his answers, you would try to hurt him. You started chugging. You did your best to try and treat it like a shot like Cirava taught you so you wouldn’t taste the overly sweet flavor too much. After a moment of light agony and attempting to not drown in the soda, you reached the end of the can. You slammed it onto the coffee table and started panting. Ok, you weren’t feeling woozy like before. Maybe those tiny sips when you went to clown church helped your body get used to it.

“u gunna try the otha bottles?” You managed to shake your head. You weren’t gonna do that again. Your head started hurting. You looked over at him. Were his eyes always so vibrantly purple? Woah, now they’re flashing purple. What the heck? Was this Faygo high? You now understood why all the other clowns were so goofy after drinking a cup of this stuff. Crap, now your head was starting to hurt.

“Wh-Who….who is it..?” You started feeling like you were gonna pass out. You laid down on the couch. You needed to close your eyes. That was way too much for you. You felt Marvus pick you up into his arms.

“ye…after u wake up bb.” Wake up? Wait, did he just call you a pet name?! You were about to question him when he tilted his head.

“dangg,, u managed 2 stay awake with chuckles and faygo? ur stronger than i thought. Soz bout this babes.” His eyes became blindingly vibrant again and you blacked out.

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