#ike voice: FIGHT ME SHRIMP

[soren-apologist]

as a continuation of that last “shit kiran does” list i made, i found some more:

•they get bored of owain ranting about heroism to the point they just walk away mid-speech

•python actually recommends that you do this if forsyth is getting annoyingly long with his speaking, so maybe it’s a technique they’ve learned to save time

•even though as a character they can fight with breidablik, when they’re repeatedly kidnapped they don’t do jack shit. maybe they’re just trying to piss off alfonse because he’s the one who always has to save them

•i already mentioned that the other tactician characters seem to find them dumb, but soren especially seems to really dislike them. i mean it’s in character, but his dialogue is either about ike, or speaking directly to kiran and implying they’re stupid and annoying. i love him.

•they have a habit of sneaking up on heroes, and have apparently nearly had the shit beat out of them by titania, ike, ephraim, f!lyon, shannan, lyn, f!takumi, and several others, yet still continue to do this

•several lines of dialogue towards the summoner imply that they apparently don’t get a lot of rest, being too busy with their work

•another owain one, when he’s trying to come up with a hero name for kiran, it goes on for so long that his voice gradually trails off, which probably means kiran just stopped paying attention halfway through

•arthur nearly slips on a banana peel when talking to kiran, and i’m fully convinced they were the one to leave it there considering their history of doing dumb shit

•when confronted by f!julia, she actually asks “are you not scared of me?” confirming that even in canon no one can actually find her anything but cute, including the summoner

•actually, the dialogue implying that the summoner just walks up to and surprises fallen heroes either means they’re incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. it’s especially apparent when you look at the case with fallen ike, seeing as he’s visibly hunched over and still having to tilt his head down to look at you meaning you’re a shrimp compared to him, is two seconds away from snapping and killing everyone around him, and is someone powerful enough to literally kill god. and then kiran’s just like “hehe boop”

•kiran attempts to cheer up baby azura by giving her head pats. it does not go over well.

•a number of lines by dancer alts imply that kiran isn’t very good at dancing

miraculously, alfonse has not become sick of their shit

[wenwenbittercake]

✨Hanma x reader✨

(Hii sorry for not posting for a long time. Here's a Hanma x reader fan fiction. All of the characters are all from the time past where hina UK lost her legs. Yea that time past part. So all the characters are all grown up. I got the idea from the let me love u by Ariana Grande our queen. 👑👑👑

Warning-a little bit of spice, cheating, swearing enjoy💕💕✨✨

⚡thunder sounds 💥

The sound of ur heels can be heard through the sound of heavy rain. Black Mascara run downs your cheek not due to the rain but due to the fighting and crying you had with Kisaki.

You both had been dating for a few years now and things didn’t get better. He’s always busy with work and when you both finally have time together. He would fuck you and go back to work. It’s been a circle.

But what he did just this evening really pissed you off bad. You’re fine with him fucking with his assistant, coworkers, even whores he find in clubs, but calling you Hina while in a middle of a make out section really hurts you like a bitch. You had enough with him.

You finally made it in front a familiar building. You ring the bell on the door. “Click” the door knob turned and open to see and tall man with yellow highlights.

“*sigh*What happened now?”

The man asked. You look up with teary eyes to see Hanma looking at you with annoyance mixed with a dash of sadness. To be honest, it ach his heart to see his beloved Y/N crying due to that jerk. He doesn’t know how lucky to have a cute bitch like you.

When Hanma first saw you, you were bratty. He thought you’re the type of girl who only want money and gifts from Kisaki but noo. He was wrong. You’re the type of girl who’s bratty and teasing outside but inside, you’re a soft, carrying person. The more he knows about you, the more he fell for you.

The first time he seen you cry was when you found out Kisaki was cheating on you with his assistant. You were crying outside of his office door. He can fainting hear that bitch moaning. That day he took you outside to a carnival. He bought you a lot of snacks and play many carnival games with you but in the end, all of it turned to waste when you run into Kisaki arms when he come pick you up from the carnival. You look so happy running up to his arms. He doesn’t deserve someone like you.

Now you’re crying on his sofa, explaining what happened. He listens to you as you wipe your mascara stained tears away as you bash your shitty boyfriend.

As for him, he’s drying your hair from the rain. You had changed into his T-shirt that’s too big for you and his shorts that cover your knee.

“There, there stop crying over that jerk. You’re getting snort all over my shirt.” Hanma said as he ruffles your hair.

“You Jerk.”

“Hey I’m not the Jerk here. Your little boyfriend is.” He said as he sits beside you.

“EX- boyfriend.” You correct him.

Hanma just laugh but deep down he knows you still claim that jerk as your boyfriend after you feel better.

“Right right , now come eat dinner before it gets cold.” You nod as you follow him to the kitchen.

There you feast on the food on the plate hungrily. Hanma talks about his day as you eat. If a stranger walk in, they would think you both are lovers due to the warmness you both share. Hanma wish you both were but no. Your still Kisaki’s in the end of the day. He sighs at the thought of it.

“What’s wrong?” you asks with puffy eyes.

“Nothing just thinking about work.”

“Aww, you shouldn’t stress to much about it. Ik it’s tough but u should relax in your free times.”

“Thx princess, I’ll keep that in mind.” You look up in surprise by the nickname. He only gives you a wink in return.

“Cocky bastard.”

“And what was that?”

“Nothing. Oh can we watch a movie?”

“Yea sure, go turn on the TV. I’ll join you in a min.” He said as he washes the dishes.

“Ok!” You said excitingly and hopped to the living room.

“Cute” Hanma whisper under his breath.

Your favorite show is now casting live on television. It’s called friends. A classic. A few minutes later, Hanma sits beside you comfortably.

“This is new.”

“Wdym new? This is Friends. You don’t know Friends?”

“umm Nope.”

“haa you suck.”

Hanma just scoff at the insult. But not long you start to explain the plot and all the character. Your explaining about your favorite character but he can’t focus.

You put your legs on Hanma’s lap and he’s massaging your foot but he wonders what would it take for him to slowly move his hands up from your feet to your thighs. Would you scream? Push him away and run out of his door. Would you cry? The possibilities are countless, but this excites him even more.

With that he slowly starts to move his hand upward massaging your calf to groping your thigh. You seem to realize his advances. You stop talking and look at Hanma’s eyes when his hand moves to your thighs. His right hand moves slowly, groping the fat of your thigh. You look into his eyes with excitement and lust. He has the same look in his eyes too but more like a child trying to steal a treat from his mom.

Your heart starts to beat fast but not out of fear but lust. You want him to touch more. Not just thighs but everywhere. Every inch of you. The air starts to feel hot and your face feel like burning.

Fuck it

You pull Hanma’s collar and kiss him in a deep and rough kiss. Like the desperate one. Hanma kiss you back too. Both of you feeling desperate and wanting to feel more of each other. You shifted on his lap. Not breaking the kiss. Tongue exploring each other’s and roaming on each other’s. You start to tug his shirt he’s wearing. He took that as a sign and picks you up in a swoop. Like you’re a pillow. He carries you to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.

He drops you on his bed making you go oof. He didn’t take much time to undress as his hands quickly goes back to your body. Undressing you and groping you in the same time.

His wildest fantasies have finally come true. Fucking you, making you scream his name after every orgasm you have. Marking you with hickeys and having your nails scratch his back. Making you cry not out of sadness but out of overstimulation. Hanma make you feel like it’s your first time. Making you feel all his love and craving you. Making you feel so special.

Next morning, Hanma expect to wake up with an empty but much to his surprise. He sees his princess still sleep soundly beside him. So peaceful, so adorable. He was going to take a pic but he was interrupted by loud ringing. He got up and put on a jacket and walks to the door to see Kisaki on his door.

“What a surprise seeing you here.”

“Is Y/N here?’’

“Um yes, After what u did last night of cause she’s here.”

“Can you please call her. Tell her I’m here to take her back home.”

“I’m already home.” You shout at Kisaki.

Wearing Hanma’s shirt. The shirt is loose enough to show all the hickeys that he left last night. You hug Hanma’s side and he smiles back with satisfaction.

“Wdym you’re home? Stop playing with me Y/N. I got things to do.” He said as he pulls you hand towards him but you yank him off.

“I said NO!”

“Y/N!”

“GO BACK TO YOUR BITCH HINA IF YOU MISS HER THAT MUCH!’’ you raise your voice to him. Kisaki’s jaw dropped. His once obedient bitch is now yelling back at him.

“Oh right, I forgot, she chose a rat over your ass.”

“I-“

“Now piss off, I got Hanma beside me. I don’t need your shrimp of a dick.” You said as you turn and leave.

“Y/N wait..” Hanma stop Kisaki from entering making him more pissed.

“I think she’s done with you bro.” Kisaki face is now as red as a tomato.

“I’ll talk about this with you in my office.” He said as he left.

Hanma rolls his eye and close the door. He turns around to smell the smell of fresh toast. He walks into the kitchen to see his lovely Y/N making breakfast for him. How sweet. He hugs her from behind and kiss your neck.

“Want some Breakfast?”

“Yes please.”

(Thank you everyone for reading my fanfic. I hope u all enjoy it. I definitely enjoy roasting kisaki and I expect u to enjoy it too. Love u all and have a nice day 💕🤭🤭✨✨✨)

(Me simping for this magnificent boi💕💕❤✨)

[yamithediaperdork]

Don’t be a bully!

The first thing 12 year old Lance Kennedy noted as he opened his eyes was that instead of waking up in his bedroom, he was looking up at the ceiling of the school bathroom. the tall for his age blond sat up and winced, his head hurt and he tried to figure out what had just happened, and looked around the smelly boys room and locked eyes with the new transfer student. a full head shorter then Lance and with mushroom cut red hair and freckles, Timmy chuckled and waved to Lance. "Hey crew cut! welcome back to the land of the living." the little shit said. Now it all came flooding back to Lance, He had been laying down the law to the little shit, having caught him all by himself in the boys room, and telling him how he expected the twerp to pay a bathroom tax if he wanted to use the schools shitter's. The dumb ginger had actually been dumb enough to mouth back, telling Lance that the bathrooms was for everyone, unless the abused the privilege, whatever the fuck that meant. Lance had had enough by that point and had gone to smash his fist into the little shit's face but somehow the little fucker was faster then he looked and had dropped down, then replied with a shot to lance's gut that had knocked the wind out of him. as he'd fall to his knee's gasping, the little shit had brought up his knee and- "..where the fuck did you learn to fight like that?" Lance asked, going to get up on his feet and pausing, as for the first time he noticed a weird noise when he moved, and a funny feeling around his hips. Looking down the bully's eyes went wide as he saw that instead of his power ranger briefs and black jeans, he was currently only wearing a bulky white diaper with a nursery print. "WHAT THE FUCK!?!" "I was wondering how long it would take you to notice that. honestly, i was hoping you'd storm out of here not noticing butttt I guess that was a long shot." Timmy franc laughed, leaning on a sink. "How did you even.. Why do you..what the fuck!?!" Lance yelped, hand going down, trying to cover the bulky diaper up and squirmed back and forth as he noticed for the first time his undies and pants were at Timmy's feet. "I knocked your butt out, and every school I go to there's a jerk like you I end up having to put in his place, so I always carry some spare diapers around. Speaking of, your gonna wanna follow me to my locker and snag some more, you';re not allowed in the boys room anymore." Timmy said. "..I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Lance growled, taking a fighting stance and Timmy, just snapped a picture. "Youuuu sure you wanna try something right now? I took a lot of pictures while you were out 'tiny' and got one with your thumb in your mouth and you in all your padded glory. would be a shame if they ended up on the school website." Timmy said, Looking totally relaxed. "besides, if you come at me again, You'll wake up in just your diapies tied to the flag poll. I'm a black belt and your just a thug." "...Give me back my fucking pants and underwear and I'll think about not pounding you face into mush." Lance said, gritting his teeth. "Counter offer, I'll give you back your pants, your undies are going on my trophy wall, and you be a good boy and mind your P's and Q's or I'll make you famous." Lance was taking slow steady breaths, but a small part of him realized that the longer he stood here arguing, the more likely it was someone else would come into the boys room. "Fine whatever. give me my pants!" "See? was that SO hard?" Timmy asked and tossed the jeans over. "By the way, I'll be doing diaper checks and if your not in your huggie..well there's gonna be trouble." He said and winked, then turned and walked away as Lance glared a hole at the back of his head, the hoped up and down trying to get his jeans to fit over the bulky diaper. "Gonna..freaking..Kill..Him!" He huffed, hoping and tugging, then tripped and went sprawling into one of the stalls, his head dunking in the thankfully clean toilet and as he reached to stop it, he pulled on the handle giving himself a swirly. '...God, what did I do to piss you off today?'

the bell had rung but lance was still late getting back into class, wearing his gym t-shirt and his crotch and butt area puffed out under his jeans, with his hair looking damp. Timmy just grinned in his seat, wondering what exactly had happened but never spoke up, though many of the others boys began to whisper and talk among themselves. "Why's he back in his gym shirt?" whispered the brunette Taylor, the shrimp of the class with confusion in his voice. "wait, do you think he got a swirly?" giggled the brown haired Frankie, the pudgiest kid in the class and frequent target of Lance's wrath. "who would have the balls?" Taylor asked, though the idea made him grin like a Cheshire cat. "Forgot that, look at his butt! it's huge! did he sit on a bee or something?" the long haired blond Justin asked, sounding slightly concerned. "Looked like my little brother when he puts on pants.. but he's only 2." blue haired Ike (dyed naturally) giggled. "wait, are you saying that's a diaper butt?" Frankie asked, laughing louder and getting Lances attention drawn over even as he was getting a lecture from the teacher. "ask him and find out!" Ike urged. "No thanks, I like life." Frankie said, shaking his head. Lance waddled, there was really no other way to put it, towards his seat and the class went silent, so that the faint sound of crinkles could be picked up as the bully sat down. it didn't help that due to his poor grades Lance had to sit at the front of the class, and ergo kept reaching back to tug his shirt down. "Now that Mr.Kennedy has graced us with his appearance, we'll go over the results of your last math test." Mr. Davis said, drawing the attention of the rest of the boys. Class went on as normal for the next 5 or so minutes, but as Timmy watched, knowing what was about to happy, he couldn't help but grin as Lance started to shift about in his seat more and more. 'I was wondering how long that fleet enema would take to kick in.' Timmy thought, and for the briefest of moments considered trying to give a heads up to the other boys. It was after all, about to get VERY stinky in the classroom.

Lances bowel felt all weird, and he played it up to his nerves since it was clear the rest of the class had figured out he was wearing a diaper. But now as Mr. Davis droned on and on about the test, and how many of the boys had failed certain parts of it (and Lance of course had funked it ALL) he could feel a urgent need building up and raised his hand. " Yes Mr. Kennedy, do you have something to ask?" Me. Davis asked, the tone in his voice making it clear he didn't expect much. "C-Can I go to the bathroom?" Lance asked, face wincing as a powerful cramp racked his body. "You were JUST on lunch break. I think you can wait a few minutes." Mr. Davis said dryly and started to turn back to the chalk board. "N-No sir I can't! Please!" Lance whined, all bravo forgotten as he gripped the sides of desk. a powerful fart was brewing and lance had a sneaking suspicion that if he let it out, he was going to fudge the stupid diaper taped snugly around his hips. "I'm sure you can-" was as far as the teacher got, before he was cut off by a massive wet sounding fart that filled the classroom. Lance himself found his body reacting on it's own as he leaned forward and raised his butt up from the chair, Helpless to do anything but let out a even wetter fart that was followed but a flow of sludge pouring out his back side and filling the diaper. His toxic smell also filled the classroom quickly, making eyes water and bring up complaints. "Is he.." Justin asked, a smirk turning into a grimace and he started to gag. "OH GROSS!" Taylor said, laughing and holding his nose. "Ugh! what a stinker!" Frankie complained, grabbing his hoodie of the back of his chair and burying his face in it as a semi shield. "Man my little brother brother doesn't smell that bad!" Ike laughed, holding his nose and waving a hand "Somebody change the BABY'S diaper!" Timmy called out, getting laughs from all the boys. "in the future Mr. Kennedy, if you have to go that bad, just leave the classroom." Mr.Davis said and walked over to the side of the classroom, opening windows. "Your excused to go and change your diaper." he added, getting even more laughs from the rest of classroom. "S-Stop laughing at me you JERKS!" Lance shouted, getting up and taking all of three steps before anther cramp hit and he was forced into a diaper pooper's squat, trying to cover his crimson face as more muck joined the back of his full diaper. Thankfully the diaper seemed to be a (pun aside) heavy duty one and hadn't leaked yet, though the wear and tear on his black jeans was becoming clear as the seams were starting to buckle under the pressure from the rapidly expending diapers. "Maybe I should help him to the nurses office." Timmy volunteered, making Lance turn and glare. "If it gets him out of my classroom faster.. your a braver soul then I." Mr. Davis said and nodded. wagging his eyebrows for the classroom and getting chuckles,Timmy made a show of it, acting like the smell coming off of Lance was a physical force and if he hadn't of been overwhelmed by the cramps making him take the biggest dump of his life, Lance would of slugged Timmy right then and there and dealt with the fall out after. Instead as he finished up with a series of stuttering farts, Lance felt too weak to do anything but numbly accept Timmy's help and as much as he hated the little shit, he leaned on him when it became clear the added bulk to the diaper had left him too unbalanced to walk on his own. 'As soon as i get this diaper off, then I'm gonna clobber him.' Lance promised himself as he waddled like a baby learning to walk out of the classroom.

"Man, you must of been backed up for awhile to unload like THAT huh?" Timmy asked as he lead the way. while Lance leaned on him for support Timmy didn't doubt for a second the only reason Lance wasn't at his throat right now was that he was literately too pooped to do so. And even if he had tried to attack him, one little shove and Lance would of gone butt first onto the floor and as good as the diaper was, it WOULD leak if that happened. Lance's jeans were making sounds of distress and Timmy had a feeling if they were pushed too much more the soon to be ex-bully would find himself waddling in the halls with his poopie diapers on display. It really was just too easy to make these so called big shots into helpless diaper filler, and Timmy enjoyed doing it at every school he went to. Though despite this being the 6th bully he had reduced into a pamper packer, there was one part of this that even Timmy had never fully adjusted to. The smell. Taking in shallow breaths he led the way to his his locker, to stop and get a new diaper for the new diaper filler, noting how Lance hadn't said a thing the whole time. "heh, you gone all baby brain on me? you even know where you are?" Timmy asked. That had actually happened at his last school, a pint sized bully named Malcore had been drunk on his own kool-aid after becoming student council president, and then ended up filling his diapers in front of the school while he was suppose to be giving a speech and had ended up giggling and singing 'I'm a little teapot'. Timmy didn't peg Lance as the type to break that bad but then again, you never really knew. "Hello? anyone home?" Timmy tried again and lance gave him a look that almost made Timmy need a diaper. "Shut up, and help me out of this shitty diaper." Lance growled. "I can see being a little stinker hasn't improved your attuide." Timmy said dryly, but handing Lance the clean diaper to hold, he got them into the boys room.

Lance wasn't even sure why he was hanging onto the diaper, save that the last time he'd gone commando in jean he'd chaffed pretty badly. the smell coming off of him wasn't as bad to him as it seemed to be to everyone else, but then again he was prone to having fart wars with his older brother Leon, who made Lance smell like a rosebush. In fact it was only the fact that lance could see HOW bad his smell was getting to Timmy, who had to keep stopping to wipe at his eyes, That Lance let the dead nerd walking help him get a change.   well that and he didn't know jack shit about changing a diaper. with his jeans tugged off off Boy boys got as look at just how totally Lance had destroyed his diaper, the designs were all gone and it was swollen and discolored, and sagged on his hips. "Uh..I mighta over stepped my reach here.. maybe we should take you to the nurses office." Timmy said, looking worried for the first time and lance smirked. "No way it'll survive the trip and if I go though the halls naked from the waist down in a shit coated ass, I'm making sure the headmaster knows who to blame." Lance said. "Fuck."

The clean up effort took by Timmy's estimate at least 10 minutes though it felt like hours, and he gagged badly several times during it. frustratingly enough lance just leaned back with his hands behind his head, smirking as poor Timmy did all the work. Finally the bully was ready for his new diaper and not eager to repeat the performance this time Timmy didn't even think of giving him anything to make him crap himself. Tapping up the new diaper, and having tossed the old one in the trash, Timmy scrubbed his hands over and over again in the sink as lance got up and grabbed his pants. "Now, while I'm grateful for the diaper change..I think you see I kinda owe you and well, logic dictates that I gotta pound you now." Lance said, tossing his jeans over his should and striking a fighting pose again. "...didn't we already go though this? or did you think just because your funk gagged me somehow I'll be a easier target now?" Timmy asked, turning the water off and well, just mostly ignoring Lance as he started to dry his hands. "I think you were bullshiting me before, and sides, I ain't got nothing to lose after the whole class just saw me..uh.." and lance lose his fighting pose for a second as his cheeks flared red again. "They all just watched you shit your huggies. Look, if it's a whooping you want, I'll give you anther one, but I really wouldn't recommend it." Timmy said, honestly trying to be helpful. "I know I can kick your ass!" Lance growled and started to charge in. 'Some people just insist on trying to skate uphill.' Timmy thought as he rolled his eyes. Snatching the top off of the trash can and then sweeping low with a kick, Timmy sent Lance flying head first into the trash can where he was then pinned, his diaper and legs sticking out and kicking in the air and Timmy just smirked. "I think you should take a little time out, and think about if trying to fight me is really working out for you." Timmy said, and after giving Lance's pamper butt a few pats, he left the bathroom, pausing only to grab the boys jeans and rip open all the stressed seams.

Lance whimpered and squirmed, trying to break free but the trash can itself was bolted to the floor after someone had been using the trans cans to break windows. And of course by someone, it had been him. He was a victim of his petty acts of vandalism and the only saving grace was that Timmy had put a few layers of paper towels over the dirty diaper to try and keep the boys room from becoming too toxic. If not for those layers Lance would of landed with his face against his own smelly diaper. the narrow design of the trash can meant his arms were pinned at his sides and useless and he just didn't have the leverage to force himself out by his legs no matter how much he kicked and squirmed. 'son of a bitch! I'm gonna kill him!' Lance sworn in his head over and over, truing it into a war chant of sorts as he tried to get free. 'Kill Timmy. Kill Timmy. Kill Timmy.' though even as he plotted out what he was going to do to the little shit, a nagging voice in the back of his head tried to remind him that he was 2 and 0 when trying to pound the bastard. never one to listen to common sense however, Lance figured third time was the charm and he'd figure out a way. He froze as he heard the bathroom door open, and then the voices that followed. "Man, who took a shit and didn't..flush.." came a voice that Lance knew VERY well and he groaned. If he was the top terror of the school, then Dustin Clearly was terror number two. the 13 year old was actually the same size as lance and had been the resident bully till Lance had put him in his place, but Dustin had made it clear he was only waiting for the right chance to strike to take back his tittle. "well well well.. what DO we have here." Dustin's voice rang out and then Lance felt a smack on the back of his pampered ass. he bit his bottom lip to keep quite on the hope that Dustin wouldn't be able to reorganize him from just a diapered butt and his legs. "awww, did the silly baby fall and go boom?" Dustin asked and laughed, smacking Lance's butt again. "or were you trying to be a good widdle boy and toss out your diaper and fell in?" again Lance kept silent, and prayed that Dustin would just get bored and leave. "You might as well speak up..Lance. Your the only one in the school with those tacky light up sneakers." Dustin added. Fuck! why had he begged and whined for his parents to get him those! he should of realized how much they made him stand out! "O-Ok Dustin. it's me. Can you PLEASE help me out of here?" Lance whined, with the jig up he had nothing to lose asking for help. "Hmmm i dunno..I think face down ass up in a trash can is a good look for you." Dustin laughed, and then Lance felt something poking the back of his diaper and moving around. "H-Hey! knock it off! what are you doing!?!" Lance yelped, kicking his legs only to get them grabbed by the stronger boy and held in place. "well you always made fun of me for liking to draw, but now I have this biggg white crinkly canvas to work with and a new black sharpie to boot." Dustin said. "Come on dude! this isn't funny! I'm getting light headed in here!" Lance whined and cringed as he felt himself starting to get close to crying. "alright alright calm your tits, I'm just about done and then I'll help you out. You know your pants are wreaked right?" Dustin asked. "Damn it! D-Dustin listen to me, there's this new kid.. he doesn't look like much but he did this to me and you're likely next. but if we team up-" Lance started to say and got a smack on his thigh. "OW! WHY!?" "oh quit your bitching, and no offense, but I think if I run into this kid I'm just gonna mind my manners." the sharpie stopped moving across the back of the diaper and then Lance felt himself tugged free, though some of the paper towel came up as it had plastered itself to his forehead. Dustin went to say something, then held his nose, his blench blond dreadlocks moving as did so and took a step back. "Ugh, dude! maybe you should go outside for a bit and air out, you reek like a shitty diaper." he said. Lance growled and thought about picking a fight with Dustin right then and there, but a small part of him nagged about the chance of ending back up in the trash can, and he stormed out of the boys room instead, trying to look as tough and as bad ass as he could, considering he was only in a diaper and t-shirt. Not to mention said diaper now had a warning written on the butt. 'Caution: full load!'  

Despite what his test scores might suggest, Lance wasn't stupid and knew better then to try and go back to class in just a diaper and t-shirt, and also knew better then to try and sneak out of the school in the same attire. Looking around the hallways of the school he tried to make his way to his locker, to get his gym shorts and cover up the diaper at least. if anything, his gym shorts would work better then his jeans had since his mom made it a point to get a size or two bigger (his jeans had been from last last) and he'd had to draw the string on it super tight to keep them from falling down. 'Huh, should of thought of that before..eh..I thought of it now, still means I'm a genius.' Lance thought, smirking and puffing up his chest in pride. He actually had a little swagger in his step as he got close to his locker, thinking about how he had outsmarted Timmy and while it might take awhile, he was sure he could get enough boys together that they'd make that ginger asshole into a even bigger baby then he'd been forced to be today. Lance was so caught up in his own head, picturing his victory that he failed to look at the clocks and see that it was just about the end of the period. he was just at the door to his locker, when the loud bells that singled the end of a period rang and made him yelp and jump. It also made him freeze as his bladder suddenly decided apparently that his bowels shouldn't be hogging all the fun and he started to flood the front of his diaper. As students poured out into the hallway he could only hunch over and try and will the flow to stop, even as more and more people started to notice him, pointing him out. there was a hush over the students in the hall as they looked, like the quiet before the storm, and then a roar of laughter washed over him as tears started to flow  from his eyes. "Stop it! stop laughing at me!" He whined and forgetting operation get some shorts, turned and ran away, sadly giving them all a good look at the message on his butt.

After that, Lance was never a problem for the most part. he kept to himself, he did his school work and his grades actually improved. He also never got back out of diapers as his parents didn't believe him when he said anther student had diapered him, and now he was in diapers 24/7, and even bulkier ones then the ones Timmy had put him in. These days the only time he's a bother to others is when he stinks up the classroom. Timmy sadly didn't get to stick around long to enjoy his handy work, His dad had anther transfer come though after only 3 weeks in town. Still he kept in touch with the boys from the last school, and saw how Lance even ended up having to drink from a sippy cup at lunch time and it gave him ideas for the bully at his new school, A know it all named Dan.

The end?

[icecreamkink]

so im watching ice princess bc. brain empty. it has been like legit 15 years since i watched it! this was the very first ice skating thing i have ever watched and i was OBSESSED with it when we rented it in vhs. i wouldnt get Actually Into figure skating until sochi but this movie was the reason i was gliding around in socks on the floor and started watching winter olympics as child

it starts w this song that sounds like a ripoff of this OTHER early 00's girl movie song that i cannot remember (or prob never learned lol) the lyrics to and its driving me crazyyy

the ptbr version is called 'sonhos no gelo' aka dreams on ice and i personally think its a better name than ice princess

then again dreams on ice is such a ice show name so maybe thats why they chose not to lol

the music that is playing when hayden panettiere (??) first talks to georgina from gg is. . . weirdly soft porn-y. harold-

OMG WHO IS THE GENERIC "HOT" JOCK. WHERE DO I KNOW HIM FROM

i feel like sasha cohen being who makes georgina go 'omg. moving on ice requires physics!!!and thus Plot' would generate Some Type of dumb discourse today. i cant explain it i just feel it

that tv is very very old .

im so happy that joan cusak is playing an annoying judgy feminist she looks like shes loving it as she should

color coded skaters!

kim cattrall as a scary retired Did She Break A Competitors Leg Did She Not Guess! coach mom named tina is also what she Should be doing

i remember she and joan cusak fight ?by the end? so we are looking forward to That

is this another 'give the girl that the mc has chemistry with a brother for no homo reasons' example; never rewatch your heroes

juniors faking landing quads in 2005? sounds kinda precocious but what do i know

movies abt artistic sports usually Highly overestimate how nice the training outifts are but caseys a woman of the people

georgina wearing kim cattralls old outfit and the yoiness of it all. idk how to feel abt that. blueprint

honestly if my mom hated fs costumes and made me wear That i would definetely rebel

ok listen. i dont Really Know, and i guess the point is that as a Physics Person with Talent she like breaks the barriers or something but . . 'tucking ur arms in' 'pushing with your toepick' are pretty standard things people are conscious of and i dont think theyd make a girl whos been training for a couple months land a double ? would she even have the muscles for that . i mean OK ITS A DISNEY MOVIE IK i Know IM JUST. ok ok

whys georginas token best friend so likeable. get it ann

teddy, the no homo zamboni driver

joan cusack and kim cattralls passive agressive interactions!!!!!!!! ty for my life

Unlikely Complex Computer Program Check

jen! im not dressed for a party! sigh. shake it. ??? eye roll your hair >>>>>

GENERIC HOT JOCK IS SHANE OMEN OMGGGG I KNEW I KNEW HIM

hey! you get paid to be a has been on ice ok. and its Awesome. and its probably more fun than competing all things considered lbr

no but like, its not like georgina couldnt go to college during or after a skating career..... plenty of athletes do that.....

considering she could retire circa 2015, she could even become a youtuber on TOP and capitalize on yuri on ice. joan cusack has no eye for the future smh

but making her mom not simply a controlling academic but instead a working professor regretting probable wasted potential was a smart choice

aw cds !!

'youllbe be worth even more when you win' damn dont hold back tiffanys dad

i feel seen with the way the parents are so obnoxious in this movie

i mean i feel seen bc i had to deal w ballet parents not that i am a obnoxious parent myself, i. i dont have kids

i wish i could say omg thats so dumb as if athletes are always at each others throats like that but uh. on junior level? it happens

hayden panehfd and georgina ending up together would have been so cute sigh

only the girls/women are important in this movie and im into this. rip teddy

zoey bloch sure can rock

i wish i knew how to hidroblade :( or. skate. at all; lmao

nikkis regionals costume was very cute , prize for the jumping bean!! . eh shrimp

so who choreographed georginas programs? tina? did she do it herself? is that why they look kinda meh. why didnt they show it

ok but like. needing to break in brand new shoes is . is it not . common knowledge. :for anything. ?

LIKE im not defending the sabotaging of a teenager but. as a Smart Person who Knows Physics and has been training in a high impact sport and STUDYING IT, did it rly not occur to her that like. competing in brand new, though skates might be a Bad Idea? she figured out how to land a triple in months but not that performing on brand new shoes sounds kinda stupid??

ooo~~ its just like sarajevo~~

JOAN CUSAK AND KIM CATTRALL THROWING IT DOWN YES

the dramatic fight makes it kinda inescapable that they act circles around the kids but oh well

why didnt kim cattrall push teddy to be a figure skater too. like double the odds of a success, seems kinda obvious

its noT MY DREAM MOM. ITS YOURS

*hayden panerimo, voice cracking* anD I WANT *kim cattrall*okay okay thats enough -

drama in the hallwayyy

georgina answering "why are u passionate about harvard" with essentially "im not" kinda iconic ngl

its noT MY DREAM MOM. ITS YOURS²

whys she not wearing the new skates. she already has them now, and for free too

i have never seen an actual frozen lake in my life but are those cracks supposed to be like that

yes it IS a beautiful sport casey tell em !!

kim cattrall was a such a big brain choice. who else would sell 'im not gonna apologize for sabotaging you and taking advantage of ur stupidity" to a 16 year old in a disney movie

"i dont have to like or trust my coach "kjasdkfn casey,,,,, sweetie. i mean eteris girls do win trophies back to back so I Guess In A Way but also.,,,,,, sweetie-

i know that she meant it in a general way, but the Possibility of kim cattrall and joan cusack going to high school together and somethin something Watching and Envying the pretty prom queen/world champion, something being tired of performing feminity something something short skirts something harsh realities of academia and pro sports careers / anywhere for women something. something something.

michelle kwan!! i did not remember her in this

forget georgina and hayden panettone, otp is hayden / ann . hann!! tutor trope!!!!

omg does joan cusack teach at a community college or a encceja type of thing . bitter moms plot thickens

zoey skated to toxic! queen.

i watched this movie so many times in the days i had it rented that i actually still remember a lot of the final programs choreos lmao

skate w the heart uwu

costume prettye

ah!! i used to try to copy the programsss thats why i know the moves LMAO the memories ,,, keep coming back to me

whats this gala lighting all of a sudden???

hann keeps on winning!! look at that hug!they left together! arms linked!!!!!!!

centering the mom daughter relationships is a :'''') for me

we stan nikki

dramedy centering on joan cusack and kim cattrall navigating georginas career

FEEL THE RAIN ON

YOUR

SKIN

NO ONE ELSE CAN FEEL IT FOR YOUU

this was nice :') its confirmed ive had good taste since toddler age 🤷

[itbeajen]

Just be You | Ike (Fire Emblem) | Modern!AU

This is a continuation of this post here. You can probably expect more, because... well.. I’m in an Ike phase. A forbidden door was opened and this was birthed. I have like all these wips for other characters cries. soon my children, soon.

"So neither of you are working today?" "Yup," Mist nodded as she ate her cereal, "[F/N]'s giving the whole office a two day break." "Can you guys afford to do that?" "Well, we're not the only vets around, so yes," Mist grumbled and mumbled, "I wonder what [F/N]'s doing." Ike shrugged, about to comment when there was the sudden noise of barking coming from your house. The siblings make eye contact and Mist laughed, "Maybe you should go check that out."

The older of the two takes a glance out of the window, but the barking has yet to cease, and there was no sign of you either. Of course, Ike's gotten used to the occasional rampant ball of fluff or feathers, and occasionally scales, running about the front lawn of yours or his yard. But he was not expecting to be mowed down by not one, but two dogs. "Wha-" All that's heard is a thud, and Mist gets up from her chair in surprise upon hearing the laughter from her brother. "H-Hey, s-stop that. It tickles. Hey!" Ike struggled as he tried pushing moving the massive and small fluffy dogs, but they all were relentless. They licked, they barked, and they cuddled up against the rather muscular male. But they only stopped when they heard your voice, "C'mere boys!" Their heads perked up, glancing here and there for your voice. Once they spotted you, they immediately dashed over to you, where you were attempting to dangle a bag of treats above you. But curse your shorter stature as the bigger dog began to attempt to stand on their hind legs to reach the treats. But before you're completely toppled over by the dogs, a hand is placed on your shoulder and another takes the bag of treats out of your hands and lifts it higher. "Hey, calm down, you'll all get your treats," Ike's voice was close, much closer than you expected. And of course, the best way to find out was through physical contact, so when the large white Akita dog placed both of its fore paws onto you, the additional weight of the dog caused you to stumble slightly backward right into Ike. "Woah, you okay?" he glances down at you and you give him a slow nod, only to flinch slightly when the dog barks directly into your face. You look forward, a sly grin settles on your lips as gently place your hands around the dog's face. Carefully squishing its cheeks you cooed, "Okay, you troublemaker, calm down, and sit." With that last command, the dog is back on all four, its fluffy tail wagging back and forth as the other circled around you and Ike before settling down patiently staring above your head. You glanced up and you laughed, "Thanks for the save." "Well, not the first time I've seen someone struggle with animals," he chuckled and then softly placed the treats on your head, "Here you go." "You wanna do it?" you asked, you give the dogs a quick glance and you sighed, "I think I might get mobbed again if I try." "Sure," he hands you the bag anyways though. You hold onto it as he opens the bag. He waves the treat with his arm, clearly amused by the way the dogs follow his hand intently. You laughed, "You can probably have them do tricks, they're trained." "Really?" There was child-like amazement in his eyes and you nodded, "It's mostly simple stuff like sit and roll over, I think that Pomeranian knows hand and play dead though." Ike didn't seem to know where to start and you closed the bag of treats with one hand and with the other dragged Ike away from the dogs and you turned back to them, "Stay!" They all twitched slightly before staying and Ike murmured, "That's cool." "Right?" you laughed and then you took one treat out and you laughed, "Okay, let's see what they can do!"

Mist yawned as she glanced up at the clock. You and Ike have been playing with the dogs for hours now. She glanced out the window, and called out, "Hey, you two dog lovers, don't you think you guys should take a break?" Both you and Ike turn around from where you're sitting on the lawn side by side, after exchanging a glance, you laughed, "Why, Mist? You hungry?" She laughed, "Maybe." "I can make you guys dinner," you offered. Ike got up first, offering a hand to help you up, which you gratefully accepted. The two fluffy dogs trotted over to you before nuzzling your leg and you chuckled, "These two goofballs probably need food too." "We can't impose on you anymore then we already have though," Ike responded. You laugh it off and wave away his comment, "Oh come on, you helped me take care of these two dogs the whole day, it's the least I can do." "I'll take you up on your offer of dinner if my brother doesn't!" Mist eagerly responded. There's a bright smile on her face and Ike sighed, "Are you sure?" "Ike, please, I would not have been able to take care of these two, let alone catch them before they ran off, if it weren't for your save." "Well," Ike paused and Mist ran up to you two hooking her arms around both of you, "I say we go!"

"It smells so good," Mist sighed in contentment. Ike nodded in agreement and he asked, "Are you sure you don't need help?" "I'm sure," you laughed as you finished making the simple tomato-based pasta for the sirloin steak dinner. Mist pops another piece of fried shrimp into her mouth and smiled, "You have to teach me." "Please do," Ike agreed. There was a playful smirk on his face, but he's distracted by the bark of the dogs that were circling the dinner table and he reaches down, petting one of them while scratching behind its ears just lightly. "I'm surprised you took the two dogs home though, [F/N]," Mist commented as the pomeranian pawed at her leg to be placed onto her lap. She lifted it onto her lap, where it curled up into a ball and you smiled, "Their owners are coming by later today, so I'm watching over them until they come over." "Ooh," Mist was petting the small pup and she asked, "Would you ever want a pet of your own?" You hum in consideration and said, "Maybe a cat or a bunny." "Not a dog?" "Ah well," you laughed, "I like all animals, I just want all of them. They're so cute, you know?" Ike nods, but doesn't respond as he's amusing himself by teasing the large Akita by dangling a piece of shrimp in the air. You glanced over and said, "Ike, don't." "I won't," he responds as he eats the fried shrimp for himself. The large Akita barks in protest, immediately jumping at Ike, pushing his chair back slightly. The male chuckles and you sighed, "I said don't." But there's a fond smile on your lips as you noticed the two siblings playing with the dogs and you shook your head before announcing, "Dinner's ready!" Immediately, the Akita and the Pomeranian make their way towards you even though the food you made was clearly not for them. You neatly plated the steak with some potato wedges, the pasta, and broccoli, and you smiled, "Here you two go." You clap your hands and called, "Okay you two, come here." You grabbed the bag of dog food that was seated on your counter, shaking it to catch their attention. The two scampered over to you, barking and whining the entire time while waiting for you to pour the food in. "Okay, okay, don't fight. Sit," you waited, and you smiled, "Good boys." Once you finished pouring the food and you took a step back, you laughed, "Go ahead." You washed up before sitting down, only to be surprised that neither of the two have touched their food yet. "We waited," Mist smiled and you chuckled, "Here I was thinking you didn't like my cooking." "No way! Your cooking is the best!" "Well then, go ahead and dig in you two." And dig in they did. You watched as both of them ate with unrestrained contentment sparkling in their eyes. You giggled at just how happy they were before you started eating, and you laughed, "Glad to know you guys like it." Ike looks up from the food, glances over to Mist before to you and he praised, "I can see why Mist always says your cooking is great." "It's amazing," Mist corrects him. And you laughed, "Thanks." Ike notices the way you're not really eating and he asked, "What's wrong?" "Hm?" "You're not eating." "Oh," you laughed, and then leaned back in your chair, "Whenever I see people enjoy the food I make, I just get really happy." Ike pauses and glances around the house. For a single family unit home, living alone must have felt lonely at some point in time. But he doesn't say anything, not when he sees just how content and pleased you are with feeding the two siblings. A small smile is seen on his lips, and Mist barely catches a glimpse of it before he resumed eating his dinner. Her gaze goes back to you, and you're finally eating now. She glances around, and then to you. "Hey [F/N]," the way she called your name softly automatically made you look at her. She gives you a really bright smile, "If you ever want, you can always feed my brother and I." Ike almost chokes, and looks at Mist as though she's gone insane. Your eyes widened at the idea and then laughter tumbles out, causing you to tear up from the implication. "Mist," Ike sighed, but the fond smile on your lips dissuades his worries that you may be offended. You wipe away at the tears that gathered at the corners of your eyes. "The idea's not bad," you admitted, and then looked between the two siblings, "After meeting you two, I have to admit my life isn't so dull anymore." Mist exchanges a glance with Ike, and both of them hesitate. But Ike breaks it and there's a smile on his face when he says it, "Guess we gotta thank Ranulf's cat." "You're right," you laughed and then sighed, "I'm really glad I got to meet you." There was a pause, and Mist pouted, "Hey, meet who? Me? Or Ike?" "Oh, uhm." "[F/N]?!" she whined, and you quickly stuttered, "N-No, I'm really glad I met you too, Mist. It's just, you know!" You looked away, and mumbled, "I was assuming we were talking about, well, the more... recent events." Mist watched with amusement as your normally confident and energetic composure slightly broke into nerves and dare she say, embarrassment. A sly grin grows on Mist's face, one that Ike quickly catches and he sighed, "Mist." She stops, a pout quickly taking over the smile, and you weakly laughed, "I enjoy both of your companies." "But mostly Ike's?" "Mist, I work with you," you deadpanned. Ike snorted in laughter and Mist immediately slaps his arm, "Hey!" "But, you know, I love your energy, Mist. You always bring a smile to my face." "Glad to know she's not causing disasters." "Excuse you, I'm perfectly capable of working hard and doing well!" Mist countered. Giggles spill from your lips and Ike said, "Glad I got to meet you too, neighbor." "Yup, and as you said, with Mist around, I'd definitely see you around more," you laughed. Ike smiled and Mist pouted, "Okay, but it's not a bad thing, now is it?" "No, not at all," you smiled and got up, taking their empty plates, but immediately Ike gets up, taking them from you. He gives you a small smile, "It's okay." "But-" "Yeah! You cooked, we'll wash-" "No, not you, Mist," Ike chuckled, "I don't want you breaking her plates." "Hey!" You laughed, and you gently steer the girl towards the dogs, "You can keep those two occupied, I'll go help clean." Mist pouted, and she sighed, "Fine."

Mist went out to walk the dogs in the backyard while you and Ike shared the small kitchen sink to clean all the plates and utensils. You shook your head fondly as you looked out the kitchen window, watching her play with the dogs. "Does she normally play with them at the office?" Ike asked. You glanced up and shook your head, "No, she'll pet them at most, since I always have her running around the office." Ike glances down at you, and then you asked, "Why?" "Oh, uhm," Ike's gaze shifts towards the plates, as though he's making sure he's rinsing them off properly, "Was just curious. Both of us are so busy, haven't really had the opportunity to spend time with her." "Mm, you two live on your own out here huh?" "Ah, well... parents passed away." There was silence, but you gently nudged him with your shoulder. He glances down, his bright blue hues filled with confusion when he meets your gentle gaze, "I'm sorry." He chuckled, "Don't worry about it. You didn't know. I'm glad she's doing well at her workplace though." His voice drifted into a murmur and he mumbled, "It was nice seeing you take care of her." "She's like a younger sister I always wanted," you admitted. Ike shook his head, "She's a handful." The laughter that tumbles out of your lips has him stunned, and you looked up at him, "What?" "No, I-" he paused, and he admitted, "Was never good at talking to people." There was a moment of silence, and Ike internally sighs. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that. But when he looks over to see your reaction, your shoulders are trembling and his eyes widened, "[F/N]? Are you-" "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be laughing at you," you burst into laughter and leaned forward, resting your forehead on your forearm that was supporting your weight over the counter. "I'm so sorry, Ike. It's just-" You paused, taking in a deep breath before standing up straight. With a gentle bump with your smaller figure, you laughed, "You're fine, Ike. "I don't need you to be able to hold a conversation with me the entire time. I'm already comfortable with you the way you are, silly. Mist warned me about it, but I really don't think it's anything bad," you reassured him. After washing the last dish and relieving yourself from the gloves and gently patting his back, "Just be yourself, just like how Mist is herself." You glanced out the window, and laughed, "And speaking of your sister, maybe I should go save her from getting trampled by the dogs." Ike watched as you walked out, and he mumbled, "'Just be yourself,' huh?" A smile grows on his lips and he chuckled. The longer he knew you, the more interesting you became.

[aethus-blog1]

          Blade  encompassed  by  legends  grasped  between  calloused  fingers,  the  weighted  weapon  bares  its  teeth  towards  the  neck  of  the  enemy  commander.  Travel  through  the  Outrealm  gates  spoke  true  to  warnings  of  it,  disorientating  to  say  the  least.  His  skull  throbbing  of  regret  towards  this  ill  decision,  the  smoky,  blood-scented  battlefield  belonging  to  a  land  which  he  has  never  seen  before.  The  garb  of  the  soldiers  foreign,  their  battle  styles  reminiscent  of  the  past  but  all  too  different.  

          While  ignorant  to  the  landscape  and  its  people,  morals  found  themselves  ever  so  heightened,  neither  time  nor  distance  quelling  his  sharpened  sense  of  dignity.  To  see  the  suffering  of  an  enemy,  even  if  struck  down  upon  battle,  was  nary  a  sight  which  could  glimpse  passed  his  fatigued  gaze.  Power  never  changed,  no  matter  where  he  traveled,  and  the  enemy  commander  was  right  in  his  view.

          ❛   Call  off  your  attack  on  these  people.  There  isn’t  any  reason  for  your  army  to  be  acting  so  maliciously.  You’ve  won  ─  that’s  it.   ❜ 

@vilebrand.