#rp end

[yinyans-sideblog]

"See you later." The purple drone purred, giving them a two fingered salute as Bird gave a wave. And just like that, they flew into the sky.

[.]

A figure flew through the night sky, purple and blue lights shining through the dark. They soon landed down in what to them seemed like a clearing.

It was Cake and Bird. "Okay, this is what we get for not paying attention." The purple hybrid murmured, her voice a bit defeated. She was wearing a pair of dark blue shorts with a thick baby blue trim along with what looked like a thin jersey that matched the shorts and matching snow boots.

"I don't know if this is a clearing or a meadow." The blue Solver Drone noted, looking around in an attempt to figure out where they were. She was wearing a blue-purple gradient shirt with white stitching in it, like it was trying to mimic stars. She was wearing black standard boots, a backpack comfortably on her back.

"Don't meadows have flowers?"

"I mean, maybe? I don't know..."

@yinyans-sideblog

Hafiz was out, settled on a blanket with a camera propped up at the edge of the trees. His face was in his phone, a coat on his shoulders as it was a bit chilly this time of year, though nothing to warrant much more than a thicker coat.

It was the movement that got his attention. White eye-lights looked up to see the confused pair not too far away, and he chuckled a bit. "Visit again they are."

And then what he was watching for showed up, which made him stare a little.

Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump. Large stubby feet easily crunched the grass as the plated creature wandered up. Four legs, one head, four eyes, and an impressive set of natural plate armor. The pair of drones were easily shorter than it's elbow joint, the stubby tail hard to see beyond its girth as large teeth were clearly chewing on something that crunched far too loudly with each move of the jaw.

Thankfully, it wasn't angry seeming, though it was clearly dangerous. Hafiz took the moment to give a sharp whistle, earning a lazy grumbling sound from the beast as it lowered its head toward a large nearby stone, plucking the item up.

The drone waved the back of his hand, easy to see in the dark of the night, to get the attention of the pair and beckon them over to his stake out spot.

[ask-the-shiny-pokemons]

(Response) @tricks-n-illusions

After Silas removed his mask, Noelle starts to listen to some nonsense he said (as she thinks).

N-no, stop saying that-

She smiles at his words of remembering meeting her.

T-that's not disappointin' at all. I'm still glad to meet- Wait, don't tell-

Those names...those faces... They are somehow familiar to her. Even if her present self doesn't have met them. Although she starts to frowning.

She cries a real tears, like it's end of everything.

I remember Wisty clearly. That's a Misdreavus, isn't it. And I saw you didn't really get along with her. I don't think she also likes me too.

Finn, that Dewott rascal... She is a coolest mon I've met in my life. Also when she visited our region, she has a great drip, like, very cool one, like she reminds me of Rimi sometimes.

Atlas, Thistle, Smoke... I remember them well, however, my memory was kind of hazy and I cannot remember some of the memories I made with them. I hope I'll remember sooner or later.

I...I... I refuse to believe that you did it... I think someone horrible used ya to kill them. At least there's a possibility that North - our mom - is still alive...

Noelle smile starts to fade slowly during her speech. Her eyes are starting to get wet. She cries.

I still love you... *sob*

She tries to wipe her tears away and even trying to hug Silas. But she's very cautious so she won't do that.

She calms down for a bit.

Sorry, I-I've been emotional lately... I should go home now. Take care, Silas, and don't do anything evil, 'k? This is a promise.

As Noelle leaves Silas, she starts to look at her Houndoominite. It's has strange colors, and it doesn't look like it's Houndoominite colors at all.

A useless Mega Stone I gave him earlier...is now the one that I'll cherish it. And I'll called it - Silasimite...

Houndoominite (Silasimite) that was temporarily belonged to Silas is now Noelle's optional accessory.

Rotie DB has been updated.

[askthehoenngods]

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"I'm gonna own this song!!"

[cursed-spectre]

[.]

Spectre comes up to Tera as she's about to go on patrol.

"You think I could join you? That separation thing with Mirror made me realize I... don't actually know that much about certain parts of you. I want to fix that, if you'll have me."

"Hm?" She's strapping her spear to her back as she's asked, her eyelights grow bright. "Y-Yeah! Please. I'd enjoy the company."

Awww... am I not good enough?

"You don't count." She growls at herself before grumbling. "That was supposed to be internal... that was for Mirror."

[oceanremnants]

(from @uibgtva)

_Blessed_Gift=COMMUNICATIONS_CLOSED  _Blessed_Gift=COMMUNICATIONS_OPENED

BG: Feathers, Dew. BG: I am contacting you to let you know I will be blocking communications with you. BG: I still appreciate the help you provided us with. Don't think I don't. BG: ... Goodbye.

_Blessed_Gift=COMMUNICATIONS_BLOCKED

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[LIVE BROADCAST]

PRIVATE - Three Small Feathers in a Lake of Quills; First Dewdrop of Morning, Fifth Sunrise.

<FDM> she already threatened to block me earlier.

<TSF> at least you had, some sort of warning, right?

<FDM> right

<FDM> they're going to do something stupid.

<FDM> like that wasn't obvious.

<FDM> and i can't force contact. admin doesn't mean anything. not like id try that to begin with but

<FDM> even if i'm done deluding myself into thinking we're friends i'm worried

<TSF> you promised me you'd stop saying, that, about yourself,

<TSF> i'm,

<TSF> worried too,

[you-have-a-metal-arm]

JAMES?

pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

Warnings : Just general fluff

Summary : When you call Bucky “James”—a name no one else dares to use—he reveals to a stunned Steve and Sam.

Authors Note : Hey y’all i’m back!!! Enjoy this fic 🙈

You stood quietly in the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him. His hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his temples, and his jaw was set in that stubborn way it always was when he refused to admit he was hurting. You let out a soft sigh. You hated seeing him like this—so hard on himself, so weighed down by things he didn’t deserve to carry.

He didn’t notice you at first, too lost in his own storm. But you stepped forward, not hesitating for a second.

“James.”

Your voice cut through the room like a blade, soft yet sharp enough to reach him. The sound made him freeze mid-punch, his metal fist stopping inches from the bag. His head turned slowly, his stormy blue eyes locking onto yours. And in an instant, the tension in his shoulders melted. His gaze softened in a way that made your heart ache, because you knew—you knew—no one else ever got to see him like this.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice rough from exertion but laced with something warmer. Something vulnerable.

Steve, halfway through a set of sit-ups in the corner, dropped to the floor in disbelief. “Wait—what?”

Sam, leaning lazily against the wall with a water bottle in hand, nearly spit out his drink. “Hold the hell up,” he said, straightening. “Did she just call you James?”

Steve sat up fully now, wiping his forehead with his shirt and glaring at Bucky like he’d just witnessed a miracle. “She did. And—” his voice faltered as he pointed a finger at Bucky, “—you’re okay with it?”

Bucky glanced at Steve, then at Sam, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. But when he looked back at you, something in his expression shifted. He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Yeah. So?”

Sam’s jaw practically hit the floor. “So? You nearly ripped my arm off when I tried calling you that one time!”

Steve nodded furiously. “He’s not exaggerating. You said, and I quote, ‘Don’t ever call me that again unless you want to find out how fast I can break your jaw.’”

“Exactly!” Sam threw his hands up. “And now she just waltzes in here, says James like it’s nothing, and you’re—what? Cool with it?”

Bucky’s gaze hardened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “She’s not you.”

“Oh, no, we get that,” Sam said sarcastically. “But why the hell is she the exception?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away. His hand flexed at his side—flesh and metal both—but his focus stayed on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your face as if grounding himself. Finally, he said, quietly but with conviction, “Because she’s mine.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Steve and Sam exchanged a look—a mixture of shock, disbelief, and maybe even a little amusement—but neither of them dared to speak.

You, however, raised an eyebrow, lips twitching as you fought back a smile. “Yours, huh?”

Bucky’s ears turned a faint shade of pink, but he didn’t back down. His gaze was steady, unwavering. “Yeah. Mine.”

“God,” Sam muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “This is so disgustingly soft, I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Agreed,” Steve said, though there was a small, knowing smile on his face as he stood up. “You two can have your… moment. We’ll leave.”

As the door closed behind them, you turned back to Bucky, who was already watching you like you were the only thing that mattered. His expression had softened completely now, the rough edges smoothed out into something raw, something real.

“James,” you said again, stepping closer, and you saw the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his lips parted slightly like he needed to hear it just one more time.

“Yeah?” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

“You’ve been at this for hours,” you said softly, reaching up to brush a strand of damp hair away from his face. “Come take a break.”

He hesitated, his eyes scanning your face like he was searching for something. “I just… I didn’t want to bother you. I needed to work it out.”

“James,” you said, firmer this time, and his breath hitched like the sound of his name from your lips alone was enough to shake him. “You don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore.”

His chest rose and fell with a deep breath, and his hand—metal and warm and steady—reached up to wrap around yours. He held it there, against his cheek, like he was afraid you might pull away. “It’s not just the name,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “When you say it… it’s different. It feels… good.”

Your heart swelled, and you gave him a small, reassuring smile. “That’s because I love you, James. All of you. Even the parts you don’t think are worth loving.”

His eyes closed briefly, and when he opened them again, they were glassy, like he was fighting to keep the emotions at bay. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Stop it,” you said gently, stepping closer until your foreheads touched. “You deserve everything. And I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just held you there, close, his arms wrapping around your waist like you were the only thing anchoring him to the world. And maybe, in some ways, you were.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

“James,” you murmured, brushing your nose against his. “You’re safe with me. Always.”

A soft, broken laugh escaped him, and he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re all I’ve got,” he whispered, his voice muffled but full of emotion. “And you’re all I need.”

You held him there, running your fingers through his hair, and for the first time in a long time, he let himself just be. Vulnerable. Loved. Yours.

Thanks for reading 😁

[council-of-beetroot]

Guys, you don't need character.ai what you need is an rp partner on discord

[voisbian]

brought this feral eevee home today and the little thing hates me so much already. there's so much anger in that tiny body

[ask-the-shiny-pokemons]

(Response to this)

“Hmm, my band’s subgenre… Honestly it’s complicated to choose which one exactly. Sometimes we playin’ just rock songs. But probably the nu metal or grunge, I dunno. Honestly my band DON’T REALLY have an exact subgenre."

“Yeah, we are just heavy metal without any subgenres. Just not REALLY heavier like death or something. I don't think our songs are power or glam.”

Now for the names.

“Band name? The names of the members are Pier (for Umbreon), Wal (for Vaporeon), and Clem (for Jolteon). They are known as P.W.F.C. There’s also a Flareon bassist named Flan, but I haven’t mentioned him because we don’t have a bassist in our band. I mean, we REALLY WANT one but I don’t have a friend who could play bass so well. I wish Wil could play bass so well so we invite to our band… Oh well, he’s good as actor…”

And time for some fun facts about P.W.F.C.

“The names of the members are based on Gym Leaders. E.g. Pier is based on Piers, the singer from Spikemuth and Dark-type Gym Leader.”

While Rimi was having fun telling more about the band, a studios bar staff said: “Hey, are you two done yet? We’re closing soon.”

Rimi checks her Rotie, it’s 9 P.M., it’s time to do a rehearsal.

“Oh, sorry, gotta go! It was fun bein’ with ya! See you later!”

[ @askbohemiancompany ]

[ladidatt]

IT SPREADS!!

[sweet-chimera]

Honey really tried hard to control it but she really couldn't help it. It was an ingrained reaction to her environment that she was bred for. What ever, its not like it came up often...

"Ye know-- bring mer o' t'is curry and now yer gettin' somewhere." The monster crooned, coyly catching the kiss. Waving off the kami and looking down at her phone.

"Psht. Yer oone crazy hound..."

"Gomen gomen-" Seems like she's real touchy about even playful mistruths: not that Chiasa would ever lie to the chimera - she deserves better than that! But she'll keep in mind that even playful covers are noted.

She would happily relent her phone to be noted in - even taking the moment to take a selfie with the chimera's phone for when she does put a number in - she could probably work out a different number system, but she'll let Honey roll how she rolls.

"Good thing I love wine 'n dinin ya then, ne? Maybe I should bring wine next time - until then, treat yaself well!~" Happily taking her phone back, she would blow a kiss and make her way out of the woman's fine home.

..and the moment she left the building, honey got a text:

[txt]: Love you!~

[txt]: don't worry, ya don't gotta say it back

[txt]: (❁´◡`❁)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Birthday to Fallen London; My favourite British people beefing it with bats simulator.

[oceanremnants]

(@uibgtva)

[CONNECTION FOUND] [UNSTEADY CONNECTION] [CONNECTION LOST] [SEARCHING] [CONNECTION FOUND]

:F--TH--- :-TS -- : IM -F- --I---- N ---E :- -M A-- L --- I-- -- V-- E- :P--L --E- A--SE--- :I-- -L-- --O- --- --V-- -E-Y--OU :--- H-- E--RE [UNSTEADY CONNECTION] :N--N - - -N- - O -N- O -N--N- O :D-- D--- N-- T- --- L--V---E --- M--E- :S-T---- T---A --Y-- [UNSTEADY CONNECTION] :S--T--- ---A-- Y- :WHH---Y--- W--Y-- A--R-- -N-----T-- Y--OU :H---RR---E :P--L--- -EA---SE- -- :--S--ST-A--- Y--

[CONNECTION LOST] [SEARCHING] [NO CONNECTION FOUND]

(FEATHERS. ITS OK. IM FINE. IM ALIVE. PLEASE. I LOVE YOU. IM HERE/NO. NO. NO. DONT LEAVE ME. STAY. STAY/WHY ARENT YOU. HERE. PLEASE. STAY.)

<TSF> ui?

<TSF> ui n

<TSF> ui n o noi'm here i'm here

<TSF> ii ii'mhhereei

<TSF> iii

<TSF> iiillloveyyou

<TSF> imsmsrrryy

[irl-batsignal]

Doing a Captcha right?

WHAT IS THIS??

CAN ROBOTS NOT GET PAST THIS?? EASIEST CAPTCHA I'VE EVER DONE BEFORE!!! FRFR WHAT THE HECK.

[cursed-spectre]

"I welcome it!"

With that, Spectre walked off, and entered a nearby shadow, dissipating into the darkness, and heading home.

[.]

Azha would be going about her day when a knock comes from the front door. It was Spectre, this time with seemingly no ship or pod in sight.

"Hiya again." She waved. "I figured I'd pop by to see ya. And this time I didn't break any protocols… I think."

Azha's home was on the other side of the clinic that she was basically the head of. The look of absolute delight that greeted Spectre was clear on her face, a few smudges of dust seen all over her visor while her outfit was a simple-but-messy t-shirt and jeans.

"Oh my gosh hi and how did you do that?! It's good to see you and meet you! Do you want tea!? Sorry if it's kinda dusty I was working on something-" Azha seemed to be clearly a bundle of some kind of energy. The door was left open while she hurried into the main room, which was a bit of a mess. Various kinds of stone were on the flat surfaces, a single mug of something not hot was on one table near a lamp, and the walls were covered in diagrams and pinned insects with labels.

Her short mint-green hair bounced about as she moved, looking just a bit unkempt, but that was likely from the fact she was moving around so much. A space on a table was cleared off in front of a seat on the couch where the drone bounced on her feet excitedly. "Come in come in oh my gosh hi!"

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Gabriel : Please, council. I know I failed you, but surely there's another way besides turning me into a marketable plushie?

No!

AAAAAHHHHH-*Squeak*

This is my lowest point, but I know it can't get worse from here.

Who's that? Someone approaches! Perhaps they could help me?

You! Listen, I need you to get me out of here.

What is that claw descending upon me?

No!

EGH-*Squeak* It squeezes me pretty tight!

Agh, oh it's carrying me to the exit. Thank heaven!

It's about to- *Squeak* AGH! Oh!

You had missed, fuck!

Try- try it again.

Come on I know you have another quarter, yes?

Yes, try it again, yes.

Okay, this time I'm out.

I'm out! I'm- *Squeak* AGHHH!

AW YOU FUCK.

V1 : YAYYY.

Gabriel : SUCH A- JUST BREAK THE GLASS.

FUCKIN' IDIOT.

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