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[daisynik7]

Nanami is super into fucking you with his watch on. 

He’ll strip himself completely nude except for his wrist, his fingers massaging your puffy clit until you’re whining against him, already on the brink of an orgasm just from that. He checks the minute hand on his watch, taking a mental note on when you first climax. It’s a fun little challenge he sets for himself: how many times can he make you come within fifteen minutes? Half an hour? A full hour? Sometimes, he takes guesses, and most of the time, he’s right. And when he's wrong, it’s because he makes you come more than he expects you to. Tonight is one of those times. 

He's relentless with his fingers, stroking your pussy up and down, in and out, coated in your arousal. He loves playing with your swollen bud, flicking it until you’re squirming from overstimulation. The slick that gushes out of you is so pretty, all shiny and glossy for him. So inviting for a taste. But no; he’ll resist until he can make you come once more from his fingers. Get you completely soaked so it’s juicy for his mouth. He knows just how much you love coming with his soft lips puckered around your clit, his tongue lapping at your greedy cunt, gaping and desperate to be filled with his cock. By the time thirty minutes pass, you’ve come twice from his fingers, and thrice from his mouth, eating you out sloppily until your limbs feel shaky, body spent but still so needy for him. 

When he finally puts his dick inside you, he uses his watch for another purpose: to edge you so that you can fucking squirt all over him. He pounds into your tight pussy from behind, slamming his hips against your ass, marveling at the way it jiggles with each thrust. You’re moaning from the pleasure, completely fucked out. You want to come again so badly, but he won’t let you. “Not yet,” he growls, turning his wrist to inspect the time. “Be a good girl for ten more minutes, okay? Hold it for me sweetheart. I know you can do it.”

And of course you will, because he’s so encouraging, so sweet, so fucking big inside you, filling you to the brim. When the ten minutes is almost up, he reaches around you, toying with your sensitive clit. You whine, twitching from the sensation, head buried into the pillow, damp with sweat and drool. He leans over you, breath hot on your ear, whispering, “That’s it, honey. Let it all out for me. Make a fucking mess.” 

So you do, spraying him in your juices, spilling onto the sheets below you. He absolutely loves it, seeing you so filthy like this. It’s just what he needs to reach his own orgasm, the one he’s been building up since an hour ago, continuously on the brink ever since your first climax. He comes inside you, stuffing you full of his creamy load only to watch it dribble out slowly as soon as he pulls out. 

His watch is soaked in your essence, but that’s alright. In fact, it’s exactly what he wanted. 

[peteytheparrot]

ALL ABOUT FIREFLY FOUNDATIONS ☆

Toyhouse World - Timeline - Mini Comics

↓ Main Plot ↓

Set in 1918, Ginger - a ex-war veteran - in a desperate attempt for cash to keep his mothers old bookshop open, starts working under Firefly Foundations, a mafia-like organization that deals around money laundering, gambling, and bounty hunting. Although this all goes south when he gets a bounty for someone by the name of Obsidian, who is wanted for murdering the once boss of FF Murphy, with the new boss being Milo, Murphys son. Although, he accidentally gets himself trapped in a scenario that involves him and Obsidian teaming up. And in doing so he gets himself wanted by FF, and now all of FF plus his now ex-friends Hazel and Oswald are sent to go hunting after the two.

↓ Main Characters ↓

🌼 Ginger Brown 🌼

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Male  Age - 26 Height - 5’4” (162 cm) Species - British Shorthair cat  Cat Coat - Tortoiseshell Sexuality - Bisexual  Birthday - Oct 29, 1892  Job - Librarian  Other - Military Veteran Although he acts calm and collected / prim and proper, deep down he has anger and anxiety issues some of which is due to him being in the war. He tries his best to be kind to others but he will break if someone pushes his buttons long enough, which could result in violence if it’s bad enough.  After an event resulting in his childhood friends wanting nothing to do with him, with shortly after his mother’s death occurring, he was all alone. With himself in such a bad headspace and having no other ideas on what to do with his life, he decided to join the war. Although what he thought would make him feel a sense of purpose turned out to be a living nightmare, giving him massive amounts of traumatic experiences and resulting in him being permanently disabled, with the only plus side being him making a friend by the name of Oswald. Now back home from the war, Ginger decided to try and open up his mothers old bookshop, but it wasn’t going very well, with him not making enough money to keep himself in a stable position. Desperate for cash, his friend Oswald tells him of an organized crime group by the name Firefly Foundations, which could help him get the money he needs. But that doesn’t all too well with the Foundation only causing his anger and anxiety issues worsen with time, and Oswald and Hazel weren’t helping it all that much, as Oswald would rather take him to parties to gamble then to talk about their feelings, and Hazel just wasn’t very nice and or talkative if it wasn’t related to a job in FF. Although the money was nice as it kept him in a more stable position in life, he was starting to regret ever joining FF in the first place. After getting a bounty for someone by the name of Obsidian he ends up finding him, but instead of killing him he becomes quite interested in him, and they end up hanging out quite often with Ginger keeping this a secret from FF, and also never telling Obsidian he’s apart of the Foundation. Although, Oswald ends up finding out about this, which leads into Ginger and Oswald getting into a fight, and Ginger having to finally leave FF, but this doesn’t come with no consequences, as now FF is after him and Obsidian, which leads into a lot of problems for Ginger, one of which includes the fact that Obsidian finally figures out that he was working for FF, which doesn’t go well for them for awhile.

🌸 Oliver ‘Obsidian’ Carmine 🌸

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Male Age - 25 Height - 6’1” (185 cm) Species - Oriental longhair cat Cat Coat - Solid black Sexuality - Gay Birthday - May 22, 1893 Sibling - Hazel he’s very optimistic, silly, a little irrational, and pretty high energy, always wanting to go and do something, but before really figuring out what he’s doing he can lead himself into scenarios he doesn’t want to be in at times. He’s very charismatic and loves complimenting people on their looks. Raised by his brother Hazel after their father abandons them (although he was too young to truly remember him) he lived in a very poor environment throughout his life due to him and has brother having practically nothing, and his brother being pretty mean to him because of his rowdy nature didn’t help him all that much. Due to Hazel barely having any money to keep themselves both in a stable living condition, he manages to join Firefly Foundations. Hazel told Obsidian to stay out of it all due to the bad nature of the job, but Obsidian didn’t listen, and got himself wrapped up in all of it, if he wasn’t getting any love and support at home maybe he could get some there. Obsidian manages to become close friends with Milo, (the son of the boss of FF) but later down the line Obsidian gains feelings for him, and they end up getting into a secret relationship. Although, this isn’t as great as he thought it would, as Milo would slowly start getting more and more abusive towards him. Obsidian, in a state of guilt due to this all and hoping for some form of comfort, tells his brother he’s been apart of the Foundation, and that he’s also been dating Milo, Hazel is pissed by all of this, even after Obsidian tries to bring up that Milo’s been horrible to him, with Hazel practically saying he deserves what he’s getting as he was the one to get himself into that mess. Obsidian, now utterly distraught by this, later leaves Hazel, completely cutting contact from him. Milo manages to convince Obsidian to stay with him instead, but the abuse doesn’t go away. At this point Obsidian doesn’t know what to do with his life, he tries to convince himself that Milo is the right person for him but he knows deep down he’s devastated being with him. Suddenly, one night he accidentally witnesses the murder of Murphy, the boss of FF, by Milo. Milo, in a sense of panic over Obsidian seeing this, blames him for the murder, and Obsidian has to run off with this now all resulting in him being on the run from the people in FF trying to hunt him down. Although, he uses this as an excuse to get revenge on how much FF - and his brother - ruined his life, having to kill practically everyone that tries hunting him down. He even starts thinking this just gives him new opportunities to have fun. One fateful day he meets someone by the name of Ginger, and they hit it off immediately and end up becoming decently close, with them hanging out quite often. Obsidian finally thinks he has his life going back on track, for the most part that is.

↓ Side Characters ↓

💞 Robyn Astor 💞

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Female Age - 28  Height - 5’1” (154 cm)  Species - Shorthair cat  Cat Coat - Grey Tabby  Sexuality - Heteroflexible  Birthday - Oct 3rd, 1890  Husband - Oak Very snarky, sarcastic, and never serious. Kinda wild and will willingly go off and do things she shouldn’t supposed to be doing. She would die for her friends but would never admit it, being very bratty in the way she shows appreciation towards others, but she’s never actually trying to be truly mean towards anyone. She grew up with her best friends Oak and Ginger, with her later falling in love and much later marrying Oak. Her and Oak later moved out to a small farm house next to the city, they have a couple of farm animals. Although, one night she got into a horrible argument with her friend Ginger, mangling up her ear in the process, with this all resulting in never wanting to see Ginger again. Already pretty sad and messed up from this all, Oak then decided to leave for the war, so she was truly all alone for a long while, worried sick for his safety. She also had to practically take care of their small farm all alone, which was struggling for her, she became pretty sad, anxiety-ridden, and snappy in this time. Luckily, Oak came back from the war at last, and she finally had some peace again knowing he was okay, besides having to help him get through the struggles of what the war did to him, but she’d gladly help him. Some time after that, in the middle of a rainy night, her once friend Ginger came along with his friend Obsidian knocking at their door begging for help, Oak obliged in concern for them both but Robyn wasn’t as enthusiastic about it, still disliking what happened all those years ago.

🍂 Oakley ‘Oak’ Astor 🍂

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Male  Age - 28  Height - 5’6” (167 cm)  Species - Laperm cat  Cat Coat - Solid cream-tan Sexuality - Straight Job - Veterinarian Other - Ex-Army doctor Wife - Robyn Birthday - May 20, 1890 Kind, caring, and soft spoken, he’s always trying his best to lighten other peoples days. Although, he can get pretty anxious at times, which was heightened after his time in the war, especially around large groups of people. Deeply loves animals! He grew up with his two best friends Robyn and Ginger, with him later falling in love and much later marrying Robyn. Him and Robyn later moved out to a small farm house next to the city, they have a couple of farm animals. Due to his love for animals he ended up becoming a veterinarian for specifically farm animals, which he enjoyed doing as he always liked an opportunity to help. Although, after the war had kicked off and getting into a horrible argument with his friend Ginger, resulting in never wanting to see Ginger again, he was quite lost. So he decided to join the war, using his skills he learned as a veterinarian to become a doctor in the army. It messed him up pretty badly as he witnessed a lot of death and mutilation, but in a strange way he then gained a fascination on how death all worked, and liked trying to figure out how people died. Finally out of the war, he got to be with Robyn again, and all was great for a long while, albeit with the trauma he had to deal with. Some time after that, in the middle of a rainy night, her once friend Ginger came along with his friend Obsidian knocking at their door begging for help, Oak obliged in concern for them both but he could tell Robyn wasn’t as enthusiastic about it.

↓ Antagonists ↓

💎 Milo Maddison 💎

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Male  Age - 32  Height - 5’9” (175.26 cm)  Species - Highlander cat  Cat Coat - Albino Sexuality - Unlabeled  Job - Boss of FF  Birthday - Oct 27, 1886 Although he acts sweet, charming, presentable, and posh in public eye, he’s quite the angry and abusive guy behind doors, and will do anything to keep his business running, including murder. Lies about practically everything if it has to keep his kind appearance believable. At this point, he doesn’t even know his own true self, but he tries to not think about that. Raised by his cruel abusive father Murphy with his mother nowhere in sight, he was already dealing with the dark nature of criminal organizations at a young age, which messed him up quite deeply, including giving him bad anger issues. Due to him having to go through the foundation and his fathers antics regularly, he would go out and party, gamble, and get wasted a lot, just to forget about everything for a moment. One night, at a party set up by the foundation, he met Obsidian, and they hit it off immediately. Although Milo tended to have a lot of one-off flings with people, Obsidian was different in a strange way, he wasn’t fully attracted to him but he saw something interesting within him, and they ended up getting into a secret relationship after a while. Milo recognized Obsidian as Hazels brother pretty quickly, as he would hang out with Hazel every once and awhile due to him also being in the foundation. Although, things ended up not going so smoothly for Obsidian and Milo’s relationship, as Murphy had found out about it, and he tells Milo that he’ll spill the relationship to the public if he doesn’t do his bidding for him, Milo agrees to this, but is not happy about it. Due to the nature of the jobs he had to do, this slowly made him more and more angry, and he would start taking out his anger on Obsidian, who would just deal with the abuse as to not upset him more. After a long time of dealing with his father, he finally had enough of it all, and after walking with him into an alleyway, he shot him dead. Although, this didn’t go as he had planned, as Obsidian happened to follow them, and witnessed everything. Milo, terrified at the fact that Obsidian saw him do this, had no other choice, and blamed the murder on him. He managed to get everyone to believe him due to his high status and sweet nature due to him being Murphy’s son, and Obsidian had to run off in order to not get caught and killed by FF. Milo managed to get Hazel to believe this as well quite easily, as Hazel already hated Obsidian quite deeply at this point, Milo later made Hazel his higher-up and even a bodyguard of sorts due to how good Hazel was at his job. Milo went on with working in the foundation, as he was now the boss of it all.

🩸 Hazel Carmine 🩸

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Male  Age - 35  Height - 5’11” (180 cm)  Species - Oriental longhair cat  Cat Coat - Solid black Sexuality - Aroace Sibling - Obsidian  Job - Higher-up of FF / Milo’s bodyguard  Birthday - Jan 1, 1883 Deadpan, easily annoyed, and rude. Heavily dislikes hanging around people for anything not related to work. Has major abandonment issues and tries to avoid making friends, and will push away anyone getting close to him in fear of them leaving him. Devoted Christian, goes to church a lot. He grew up in a small apartment with his mother and father, but after his mothers death due to the birth of his brother Obsidian, things became a lot harder for him, as his father wasn’t a nice guy and would constantly berate him. Suddenly he guessed his father had enough with him and his brother, and he ended up abandoning them with nothing. Hazel had to raise Obsidian all alone, and they grew up in a very poor environment because of it. Hazel didn’t really like Obsidian due to his rowdy nature and constant need for attention, so Hazel ended up being quite mean to him, even if he didn’t necessarily mean to at times. Due to Hazel barely having any money to keep themselves both in a stable living condition, he manages to join Firefly Foundations after stumbling upon Murphy, the boss of FF. He was in FF for years after that, even becoming a more well respected member throughout his time there. Hazel made sure to tell his brother to not join, as it was dangerous. But after telling him, unknown to him, Obsidian actually joined the Foundation. Hazel would notice he would be hurt every so often, but assumed it was due to his wild nature and didn’t question him on it much. After a long time of Obsidian in FF, he finally spilt the truth of him being apart of the Foundation, and that he’s also been dating Milo, Hazel is pissed that he would lie to him for so long, and the fact that Obsidian was dating a man didn’t help due to Hazel being heavily religious, Obsidian tries to bring up that Milo’s been horrible to him, but Hazel practically says he deserves what he’s getting as he was the one to get himself into that mess. Obsidian is devastated and runs off to his room. Hazel now upset, tries to sleep this all off but slowly starts feeling guilty for being so cruel to him, he gets up and goes to his room as to apologize for some of what he said, but Obsidian is already gone, leaving him all alone, and this only makes Hazel angry. Later on Milo tells him about Murphy’s death, and that Obsidian had murdered him. Hazel doesn’t necessarily believe him fully but ends up rolling with it, so blinded with rage at everything Obsidian has done he’d be willing to hunt him down. He then meets Oswald, who joined the foundation in order to pay off his gambling debts, they start working together and become quite the close duo, but Hazel could never admit that to himself or Oswald.

🌿 Oswald Green 🌿

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Male  Age - 30  Height - 5’7” (170.18 cm)  Species - Abyssinian cat  Cat Coat - Tan Sexuality - Pansexual Job - Half private detective half FF worker  Birthday - feb 5, 1888 Smug, stubborn, and tired detective that’s not the greatest at his job. Will never admit that he’s doing bad and always tries to put on a ‘better than you’ attitude. Although, he does have problems regulating his emotions, tends to cry out of nowhere, and or freak out for no particular reason, but he tries to tell people that never happened after episodes like that occur. Gets very attached to people very quickly, this can also result in jealousy if his friends are talking to others. Oswald was a major gambling addict and tended to go out practically every day to gamble his money he would get as a private detective - albeit, a bad one, so it wasn’t much - as he loved the thrill of it all. Although when he started to run out of money, he just kept going, resulting in him ranking up a massive amount of gambling debt from the casinos he went to. Which was making him have to deal with the organized crime groups running some of these casinos to be watching him at all times, even trying to confront him if he ranked up debts really high. At one of these casinos, he meets Milo, and when telling him about his debt Milo tells him about the foundation as it could help him get the money he could use to pay off his debts, and Oswald is instantly intrigued and agrees to join it. He meets Hazel in FF, and they end up working together quite a lot, becoming a close duo. Although, Oswald in a state of wanting to help others and to possibly stop his gambling addiction, decided to join the war. But this all turned out horribly for him, as a bad incident later happened leaving him heavily injured, including making him lose his right eye, which he later put in a glass eye for. The only good thing that came out of it all was him becoming close friends with Ginger, another person he met in the war. Later on, now out of the war, he stayed at Gingers place quite often due to him never really having a place to stay. Although, he could tell Ginger was having a hard time running his bookshop, so he mentioned the foundation to him, which resulted in him joining it. Now him, Ginger, and Hazel all worked together in the foundation doing jobs together. But, after noticing Ginger tended to go off on his own to places, he followed him, and witnessed Ginger and Obsidian - a person wanted by FF for murdering the once boss of FF - hanging out and chatting like they were good friends. This pisses off Oswald immediately and later confronts Ginger alone, with them getting into an argument, and Ginger leaves the foundation. Oswald is upset by this but Milo convinces him that Ginger is in the wrong and is a bad person for hanging out with Obsidian. Oswald then starts gambling again, and has to stay over at Hazels place due to not having a home to go to.

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[gh0stcav3]

ep 6 wonderlust quotes 🎊

[normallosers]

Today, as almost every day, I bring some nonsense to your life by yapping about something plave related

Today is something bout my 2nd favorite unit/line in plave, maknaez, this is one of my favorite dynamics in plave cause they're really really really something else

Seeing them together is so satisfying. Not just cause they're a blessing to my eyes lol, but I love when they do anything and the other is like dying of cuteness haha

Listen, for some weird reason, that kinda makes me mad and sad tbh, Eunho has shown that he thinks he's dumb for real, but I think it's just the fact that he's distracted most of the time and gets bored easily so he's lost on he's own, and Hamin is always there to help, I mean sometimes even he gets like 🙄 cause he feels ignored, but he will defend and support him no matter what, like that time on the Christmas special or the Liar game (the drawing one). In the last one, Eunho helped so much and gave a lot of hints for Hamin to guess Red Eyes lol.

As an example, we have the dance competition for the 4th place, Hamin could just help Yejun, because of Yeline, but he said in a stream that he saw Eunho's improvement and he belived in his capacity to succeed, even when ppeunline was convinced that was impossible and kinda laugh it off, but he was determined to be his coach and he indeed made him successful

I enjoy seeing the unfructiferous exchanges using english, the cringe Hamin feels when Eunho puts too much effort in the steps that translates in energetic movements, ending looking kinda weird lol, the way Hamin panics, but never bullies Eunho

I love when one of them do some weird stuff, the other follows, they laugh at each other's mistakes or quirks but theres always that feeling of friendship and endearment.

When they laugh together and get clingy, the times Hamin stop Bamby or Noah cause he thinks they're being too much while mocking Eunho. And the way he looks up to him when its about music or singing, and the other way around about dancing to Eunho

Hamin was the one who tried the famous Eunho's pasta first. They're always super cute, Hamin understands Eunho and the way he gets misunderstood sometimes, maybe not in the same way Bamby can, cause they know each other since a loooooong time; but they have a good friendship that is really nice to see 😭😭

[flutterflora]

Whenever I see people say things like "Pinkie Pie should've been a pegasus" or "Fluttershy fits earth pony more" I get a little frustrated because TO ME the mane six have always been a really good example of "societal expectations" VS "societal deviance" of the three pony species within equestria.

Earth ponies are almost always expected to be providers. Like the Apple family for example or the Cake family OR even the "flower trio". They provide necessities, often food or they often provide hard labour (note how "background" jobs like construction and taxi pulling are most often done by earth ponies too). Applejack is obviously a perfect example of this! She's the head of her family, she's extremely hard working, shes incredibly physically strong, she's known and relied on by most of Ponyvill. Applejack very much lives up to the expectations that pony society has of earth ponies.

Pinkie Pie on the other hand is not one bit concerned with hard work. Her whole thing is having fun and throwing parties. In a way she is also providing something very important and necessary, socialisation and relaxation, however these are generally not deemed as valuable as strenuous labour and food production. Pinkie Pie is always written off as "childish" or not taking things seriously enough. She isn't deemed as very reliable a lot of the time and has to work very hard to prove herself, more so than someone like Applejack.

Ponyvill was founded by earth pony farmers, and is densely populated by earth ponies. Earth ponies are expected to work hard and grow food and provide for everyone, their roles are incredibly necessary and their work is highly appreciated. However, without someone like Pinkie Pie who deviates from those expectations, Ponyvill would be a miserable place (as seen in the episode Magical Mystery Cure). She may not be a farmer or a construction worker but her divergence from earth pony "standards" is what keeps everything in balance.

The same can be said for Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy too. Rainbow Dash is an exceptional athlete, she flies like no other pony and she almost always has her wits about her. At the end of the day, Rainbow Dash is truly a performer at heart, she wants to be in the Wonderbolts and show off her skills to all of Equestria. Pegasi are expected to be fast, agile, eager, always cool, proud and quick witted just like the Wonderbolts, and just like Rainbow Dash. She is a peak performance pegasus.

Fluttershy is Rainbows exact opposite. She doesn't care for speed, adventure or displays of athleticism, she truly doesn't even care for flying. She is, in both a literal and metaphorical way, very "down to earth", however her role is still very important and her being a pegasus is still very integral to who she is. If it weren't for her experiences of being ostracised for being different she would never have the empathy and dedication to her animals the way she does (and on more practical note, being able to fly does aid her in her work a lot the time). Fluttershy slows down, she's quiet and she gentle which something that other pegasi (and earth ponies honestly) struggle with. It was alway right for Fluttershy to be a pegasus who could soar the skies, because if she never fell down to earth she would have never found her true calling. Without ponies like her, many important things, creatures and events would go unnoticed and unchecked.

Rarity and Twilight Sparkle is kind of a funny one because I think a lot of people may expect Twilight to be the prime example of unicorns, but that's not really true at all. Twilight, despite being our mane character, is actually the deviant one here.

This is illustrated for us almost immediately in the first episode, where she's invited to a party by three other unicorns but ditches it to go study instead. Magic is merely a tool for most unicorns, but for ponies like Twilight or Starlight, it is their whole existence, it's what they were quite literally born to do. Twilight does not value social status at all, she doesn't have time to and growing up so stuck in her studies I'm not even sure she aware that it's such a big deal to others, especially within Canterlot. It's also worth noting that to Twilight, Princess Celestia was always her teacher and Princess Cadence was her babysitter so their status as royals never really mattered to her and she's able to see them more are regular ponies for that reason also.

Most Unicorns are socialites, they value "social currency" and monetary gain more than they value magic. They don't care that the Princesses are very powerful magically, they care more about their political powers and their social status as royals. We see this clearly in the season 2 episode "Sweet and Elite" where Rarity gets swept up on the high society life of Canterlot, when she mentions being from Ponyvill to two random snobby unicorns they look down on her, yet once it's revealed that she's staying at the castle for her visit, things change, mostly notably: her status. Rarity is a prime example of a unicorn, she's stylish, she's ambitious, she's concerned with image, she's social, she has very fine tastes and she's a businesswoman.

As the series progresses we she both Twilight and Rarity gain some fame. Twilight is mostly inconvenienced and troubled by this whereas Rarity, like most unicorns would, relishes in any sort of limelight. Unicorns are expected to be professional, they're most often more modern or "ahead of the curve" than other ponies and tend they to be the primary business owners of Equestria. However without ponies like Twilight, magic would become just an afterthought. Without powerful wizards like Starswirl, dedicated students like Subburt or magic obsessed freaks (affectionate) like Twilight Sparkle, pony society would crumble.

Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Rarity are prime examples of what is expected of earth ponies, pegasi and unicorns, respectively, in Equestrian society. However without ponies like Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle there would be no balance and no progression. In fact in the episode "Hearts Warming Eve" we literally get canon lore telling us that if it wasn't for three ponies who deviated from the rules and expectations of their respective tribes, that Equestria wouldn't even exist today.

I think the mane six are a great small scale example of how pony society functions and I really appreciate this aspect of the writing <3

[daz4i]

bsd is one of the most shows ever. test your knowledge or try your hand at guessing its plot points in this fun and educational uquiz i have made bc i'm tired of tumblr polls' option+time limit and inability to edit later, but i really like those "guess what didn't happen in x" stuff

[the-last-quest]

While Nine isn’t the same as Tails something they have in common is their love for mint.

But like most things their experiences with it were very different.

[2152 words]

Tucked away in an alley a small kit winced as he tried to hide himself away from the glaring eyes and harsh fists that the city was filled with. He had already had an unpleasant encounter earlier in the day, and while not being the worst he’d experienced he was still left with a throbbing ankle and the taste of blood in his mouth.

His ears perked up as he heard faint footsteps heading towards the alley. He pressed himself against the wall as much as he could, eyes squeezed shut. He tried to quiet his breathing but as the footsteps drew nearer it picked up as his thoughts began to race. ‘What if the same cat from earlier came back for more? What if he doesn't stop after a few hits this time? What if he brought others to help him? What if-’

“Are you alright dear?” A female voice cut through his spiraling thoughts.

He waited for a moment before opening his eyes to look at the owner of the voice, an older red cat lady who seemed to be concerned for him. He didn’t answer her, knowing she hadn't noticed why he was in this state. He knew he needed to be ready for when she did, for when her kindness would turn to attacks that he was far too used to. He watched as her eyes scanned over his small frame, the exact moment she noticed obvious to the fox as her face changed from a look of concern to one of disgust.

He flinched at the change of expression and curled into himself, eyes screwed shut again, he didn’t think that she would hurt him, but one can never be too trusting in this city. Anticipating an incoming impact he didn’t see what the lady was doing. He was about to look up again when something came flying towards him, just barely missing. He braced himself for more, but none came. The only thing he heard was the sounds of footsteps fading away,

Only after the sound had long faded into the distance did the kit open his eyes again. He peeked out of the alley looking both ways down the road. It was empty now as it was getting later, less people venturing out of their homes. As he returned to the safety of the alley something on the floor caught his eye.

It looked to be a candy of some sort. He picked up the candy and held onto it as he dragged himself to the end of the alley, ignoring the shooting pain that came from his ankle. Despite it being late he didn’t want to have an interaction like that again. In the safety of the back of the alley he sat against the wall ready to settle in for the night.

He opened his paw to examine the candy the lady had thrown at him. He had never seen anything like it before. It was a remnant of before the chaos council took over, the small treat lacking any of the council’s usual obnoxious packaging, instead wrapped in a thin clear plastic, the green and white swirl intrigued him. He wondered if he could trust the candy. The cat didn’t seem to have malicious intent, leaving the fox to his own devices for the most part, but she obviously didn’t care for him. As he stared at the candy in his paw, pondering whether or not he should eat it his stomach let out a low rumble. He bit his lip, the candy wouldn’t help his hunger much, but at the moment he would take anything he could get.

With shaking fingers he cautiously unwrapped the plastic wrapper. Taking the candy up to his nose he took a small sniff of it.

He coughed, not expecting how strong it was. The scent made its way through his nostrils down to his mouth, the flavor ghosting in his mouth. It gave his mind something else to focus on. It distracted him from the taste of copper in his mouth, even with just the faint flavor from the scent.

‘This could be useful in the future.’ He thought while he lowered the candy to look over it again. The attack from today wasn’t that bad compared to others he had in the past, and he’s certain he’d have worse ones in the future. It would be a good idea to hold on to the candy for later, to have a distraction. He grabbed the plastic to wrap the candy up when his stomach growled again.

His eyes glanced from his stomach to the candy. ‘It won’t do anything, save it for later.’ The rational part of his mind told him. ‘Save it for later, it'll be more useful then.’ But that didn’t take away the situation he was in right now. He was hurt, hungry and tired and tucked away in a cold alley in the city and right now that small candy, while not being able to fix any of that, could take his mind off of it.

He popped the candy into his mouth.

Just like when he smelled it the taste overwhelmed his senses. He never had something that strong before and in this moment that was all he needed. As he got used to the flavor he leaned his head back onto the metal walls of the city. Right now he didn’t care about the state he was in, he just focused on the flavor hanging in his mouth. He focused on it instead of the throbbing pain coming from his ankle. He focused on it instead of the difficulty he had breathing. He focused on it instead of the ever growing emptiness of his stomach.

On the streets of New Yoke the fox focused on the flavor of the candy for as long as he could.

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Many things had happened after that night in the alley.

The young fox grew older and more tired of the attacks he endured in the city. He built himself mechanical tails to protect him, along with giving himself a name.

He distanced himself from others in the city, none of them cared for him so why should he care for them. He grew cold as he focused on surviving.

Then a blue hedgehog had broken into his bunker and turned his life upside down.

He learned many things from the hedgehog. He learned of friendship and care. Of hope and heartbreak.

After everything he was left in a state worse than before. In a castle that represented his rage as he lashed out against the shatterverse, with no long term hope to survive, and with a corner that he couldn’t bear to look at.

As he stood and looked at the green portal in the distance he decided this wasn’t going to be the end of the story.

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It was nighttime in Green Hill. A large moon casted its light onto two figures walking along the grass.

Sonic and Nine moved in silence. The hedgehog had just found the fox in the cave where the prism had lied. It was a rough reunion with neither of them expecting it, but each of them having something they needed to say to the other. With emotions running high and both of them becoming exhausted it had been cut short when Sonic had offered Nine to stay for the night, for both of them to get rest and clear their mind so they wouldn’t run themselves dry. Nine was hesitant until the hedgehog had mentioned that Tails wasn’t going to be in their shared home for the day so they could deal with one thing at a time.

The two reached the house that Sonic and Tails shared. Sonic opened the door and held it open for Nine with a weak smile. Nine didn’t return the smile, but the small nod he gave as he walked through the door made the hedgehog’s smile grow just a little.

As Nine walked in and waited for Sonic to lock the door behind them his eyes were drawn to a small bowl of candies on a table next to the door. They were the same candies that the lady had given to him years and years ago, a candy that he never thought he would have again.

Sonic must have noticed him looking at the bowl as he let out a quiet amused chuckle. “Those are Tails’ mints. He has them out in case he’s had a bad day and needs one as soon as he gets home.” A fond smile formed on his face as he thought of the fox so different yet so similar to the one in front of him. “You can take one if you want.” He offered. Nine thought it was some sort of olive branch to release the tension the two had between them. He glanced at the hedgehog and back to the bowl of candies and decided to take one, as long as it made Sonic happy.

There was another silence between the two, much lighter and much shorter than before as Sonic spoke up again.

“Come on, room’s this way.” He said with a gesture to follow him.

Nine followed Sonic as he brought him further into the house. When they reached a hallway Sonic stopped at the first door and pushed it open for Nine silently.

As Nine stepped into the room he looked over the interior. It was simple, being an obviously very underused guest room, the only furniture being a bed and a side table and a lamp. It had very minimal decoration and looked like it had been untouched since the bed was brought in.

Sonic sheepishly scratched the back of his head, “It’s nothing much but-“

“Thank you” Nine interrupted with a small murmur, looking up at Sonic, a light ghosting on his face. While the room wasn’t much to look at it was still better than any of the ones he had back in the city. Even with all his decorations it couldn’t hide the cold metal that made up the space. This room, even while being barren, gave Nine a sense of comfort that he had never had in his one space.

Sonic returned the smile and placed his hand on Nine’s shoulder giving it a small squeeze. “Get some sleep okay kid? I’ll be right out here if you need me.”

Sonic exited the room, closing the door with a soft click behind him.

Nine rubbed his hand down his face wearily as he made his way to the bed and plopped himself onto it. He opened up his other hand which contained the ‘mint’ as Sonic had called it. The green and white swirl taunted him as his mind raced with thoughts

In the back of his mind he cursed at having another similarity to Tails. Another part cursed about his counterpart having easier access to the candy if the bowl full of them was anything to go by while he had only had the treat once in his life.

And yet another quieter part of him reminded him of why he liked the candy so much, of how he got his first taste. If the two were really that similar could Tails have been introduced to it in the same situation? Could it be a comfort for the other fox as well?

Letting his thoughts fade away, Nine unwrapped the mint. Holding it in between his fingers he brought it up to his nose and took a sniff of it.

The scent had a similar effect as the first time, traveling up his nose and into his mouth, the flavor bringing him comfort as it had so long ago. Along with the comfort the scent brought back memories of a time he longed to forget. Being hurt and alone, with the only comfort being an act of pity that didn’t even last.

But right now he wasn’t alone. Past the door he could still hear soft footfalls that belonged to a certain blue hedgehog. A hedgehog who had cared for him since they first met. Even when he realized that Nine was different than he initially thought it didn’t waver. Even after showing him the ugliest sides of himself and nearly destroying everything the hedgehog had ever loved, he opened his door for the fox to stay in.

The rational part of his brain told him he didn’t need the mint. He was safe right now and should save it for when he really needed it. Just as he did before he didn’t listen to it. Sure he was safe right now he didn't need the mint, but he wanted it. Plus they weren’t in short supply either so he didn’t have to hold onto it forever.

Nine popped the mint in his mouth.

It tasted exactly like he remembered it.

[fangaminghell]

Ava Alone

Summary: Ava finds herself alone after the fall. She has a lot to think about.

Notes: Several things! 1) POKEMON DESOLATION SPOILERS AHEAD DON'T READ IF YOUR UNFAMILIAR WITH THE GAME!!! 2) This fic takes place within my own version of events of desolation, where things are extended more. The player takes like. A week to climb down that Silver Rise, bc it's a fucking mountain. Of course that's subject to change, but for the sake of this fic, that's the case. 3) I dunno if this would be ooc for Ava or not lol. I'm kinda using my own hcs here and 4) Asra is my protag oc! i think that's everything so I hope you enjoy!

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Her landing wasn’t exactly painless, but thankfully, it was painful either. How she survived the fall, she doesn’t know, and honestly, she doesn’t want to know. The first thing she clocked in was that Asra wasn’t there. Asra wasn’t there. A panic starts to settle in her stomach as she forces herself up from the ground, wincing as she does, and her head turns left and right in hopes that she can find her best friend….but nothing. 

Ava frowns, just now realizing exactly where she is. Well….it certainly isn’t the sky. Trees and grass are all she can see...shit did she fall in the middle of some woods? 

“Great,” she mumbles to herself, fully picking herself off the ground and trying to once again, take in her surroundings. She can’t exactly complain about her landing spot - it’s a goddamn forest, her element really - and she could be lying if she said it wasn’t just a bit cozy. She didn;t sense an immediate danger, and the serenity of it all was peaceful. 

“Welp,” she mutters, “ Where do I go from here?”

She starts to walk, wincing a bit as she realizes- for what seems to be the millionth realization today - that her body was more roughed up than she initially thought. But it’s whatever. She can deal with it. So she keeps trudging on…

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Addenfall is a nice place, Ava decided. A small community with nice people in a nice area - what more do you want? The minute she showed up in the town, she was immediately taken to the pokemon center to heal up - both her and her pokemon. She insisted that she was fine, but they pretty much forced her to rest, which. Sure. Whatever. Not like Asra is still out there somewhere and she’s not looking for them. It’s not like Asra, for all she knows, could be dead-

Her breath hitches, and she rubs two fingers against the bridge of her nose. Okay. Maybe…maybe rest sounds like a good idea. She needs to get her thoughts in order. She needs to think of a plan.

“ Alright Ava, recount the steps. How did you get here?” 

She closes her eyes, and thinks back to the events leading up to now. They just got a way to get to Cellia….they took the Jinx teleporter and….

Ava’s eyes shot wide open, and a wave of anger crashes into her. Scarlett was there. Scarlett sided with those…fucking lunatics! And for what? A stupid dream? Those people almost killed her! And she had the fucking gall to-

“ You know what? I’m done thinking,”Ava huffs, turning aside in the bed Nurse Joy gave her. She forces her eyes shut, not letting herself even think of that girl she once called her friend. She doesn’t deserve that title. Not anymore.

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It’s been a few days. Still no Asra. Once she was given the okay by Nurse Joy, she immediately started searching. With the help of her pokemon, she pretty much looked through the entirety of Addenfall Woods - nothing. The scary thought that Asra might be dead was growing louder by the day and she just desperately wanted to be proven wrong. Or….or maybe Asra joined Team Cresent, too. Ava shakes her head- no that’s ridiculous. Asra isn’t like Scarlett. They at least have a good head on their shoulders. 

She sighs, taking a rest near a tree within the woods. She once again tries not to think of a familiar pinkette. Tries not to think of her face right before Ava fell.  Because it’s not worth it. She made her choice, so it isn’t worth it…….right?

Ava looks down at the back of her hands, resting on her knees. There’s a few more scraps there, from all the looking that she’s done for the past few days. Going from her fingers to her nails, a vibrant shade of green pops out. Oh right. Her nails. The nail polish chipped now, given everything that had happened to her for the past….week? God she doesn’t even know. She frowns at her nails- she doesn’t even like nail polish that much honestly. Why was she wearing it again?

“ Ava, stop squirming, you're going to smudge your nails!” Scarlett huffs, pointing the tiny nail brush at her. Ava rolls her eyes, looking at the hand in Scarlett’s. 

“ I can’t believe you two convinced me to wear this….” she says, looking down at her nails, most of which are now coated in green nail polish. She can hear Asra laugh lightly. 

“ Scarlett wanted us to match, somehow,” they say, and while they are behind her, Ava can feel their small smile on their face, “ Besides, you could have said no. We all know, you could have said no. But you didn’t~” 

Ava groans, resting her head on her non nail polished hand, “ Yeah yeah, you two are sooooo lucky I like the both of you,” she can’t exactly hide her smile, looking at Scarlett who’s smiling back.

“ It’ll be worth it, trust me!” she beams, then focusing back on Ava’s nails, “ Besides, it’s been foreeeeever since we had a makeover together! Even if it’s just nail polish!”

Scarlett finishes a nail, and examines it with her critical eye. After a few seconds, she nods, smiling. 

“ I just think it would be nice to bring something old to our new beginning. Don’t you think?”

“ Venusaur?” Ava jumps slightly at her pokemon’s cry. She looks to her side to see her Venusaur looking at her with worry. She straightens herself up, wiping whatever it was in her eye. 

“A-ah! I must have zoned out huh? Let’s head back to town, hm?” she tries to prevent her voice from shaking, and tries her best to give her partner a reassuring smile. Venusaur Ava’s smile wavers a bit, feeling some more tears threatening to fall. She gets up immediately, turning away from her partner.

“I’m fine! Really! It’s getting late, so we should really get back,” 

She hates that she’s hiding from her Venusaur, she hates that she feels like she has to, but she does anyway. She can hear Venusaur sigh, and starts trudging along with her back to Addenfall Town. She makes a mental note to smother Venusaur with treats as an apology.

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Was I a good friend to her?

The question plagued her ever since she woke up the next morning. It left an empty feeling in her gut, and for once, she can’t push that thought out of her mind. 

“Of course I was,” she’d try to reason with herself, “ We’ve been friends since high school, why wouldn’t we be?” But it was never enough. The question repeated itself over and over in her mind, a wave a guilt would wash over her as she thinks back to every interaction the two had.

“ I should have paid more attention,” she would chastise herself later that day, “ I should have talked to her, should have been nicer to her- fuck and I was so quick to throw her away! What was I thinking-”

“Saur?” Once again, her Venusaur snaps her out of her thoughts, looking at her with such concern. The shame of hiding before crept up on her once more, and she leaned towards her partner, hugging it as she whispers,

“ I think I’m a bad friend.” Her voice was quiet, broken, and it took all her strength not to cry. Venusaur coos, gently tapping Ava’s back, as if to say “ That’s not true”. Now it’s Ava turn for disbelief. But she holds her Venasuar anyway. It gives her comfort, at least. That’s the best thing she needs right now.

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It would have been officially and week since Ava found herself in Addenfall. Still no Asra. Still no Scarlett. She refuses to believe Asra is dead. And she prays that Scarlett isn’t fully gone. She tried traveling through Silver Rise Forest, but it’s fucking cold, cold and cold. Literally one of the worst places for her and her grass types. And she tried getting through that joint, she really did. Didn’t help that it was so big. She had to cut her loses and hope for a miracle.

Addenall is still as nice as it ever was. She tries to help around where she can, but she finds herself going out for walks more than anything. It’s nice. Helps with her stress. But that isn’t always enough now is it? So imagine her surprise when she she walks out of town to see a Black Fox grunt harassing one of the townspeople. And righteous anger rages within her and she finds herself storming towards the damn grunt, ready for him to feel her wrath.

Good, she thinks. She needed an outlet.

[dapperrokyuu]

While I do wish we can see more about the Anakt quartet's relationships, it was incredibly funny for me to be, like, "*Round 2 just got released* Oh, Till doesnt even KNOW or has ever talked to Mizi, hes just projecting and obsessed and heteronormative-" to "*experienced all the official art and Round 3 and 6* Oh, they were, like, actually friends to an extent and the meaning Mizi has to Till is very sweet even if its born of and is a reflection of just how desolate his lived experience just Is Constantly, ultimately a guy with a cute crush made buckwild due to- *gestures vaguely* -and hes heteronormative."

[honimello]

My Ghost OCS: Lilith Domina and Oliver Mundt

AU’s: Demon AU, Stalker/Dark AU, Catholic AU (Seperate post for Stalker/Dark AU and Catholic AU)

MAIN STORY:

Lilith and Oliver grew up as orphans in the Ministry. They were not close growing up, often being separated by cliques and friend groups. Lilith was very popular for her strange eye and resemblance to a specific Papa, and Oliver was outcast for being considered “weird/strange.”

They are both genderfluid and have mastered glamour/illusion magic so they have both masculine and feminine forms. Lilith had only had a few relationships before Oliver and they did not end well, with one relationship ending because her partner said her fathers name, Terzo, during sex. Oliver had never been in a relationship before Lilith, as he had always been very shy and never had any romantic attraction towards anyone before her.

After some time, Oliver has made his way up the ladder and been promoted to Cardinal. Lilith has just recently become a Priest for the Ministry, though she had never expressed any interest in a clerical job before. They both are assigned to the filing section of the basement office, this leads them to grow closer through their work and close working quarters. After lots of awkward encounters, and horrible flirting attempts, they begin dating and eventually get married.

MORE INFO!

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Lilith Domina

- 4’11, 115lbs, Demiromantic/Demisexual, Genderfluid and Omnisexual. Around 25 years old.

- At 15, Sister Imperator approached Lilith and asked her to take a blood test to see if she really was an Emeritus. It was revealed that she is the daughter of Papa Emeritus III. Terzo didn’t come around to fatherhood til Lilith was around 20, she was mostly raised by Sister Imperator. After a lot of arguing and figuring things out, Terzo and Lilith have a fairly healthy father/daughter relationship, though she is much closer with her uncles than her father.

- Lilith is a very bubbly person, she makes friends fairly easily even though she tends to be quite shy she is very good at putting on a sort of facade. As a teenager she often got caught up with people who only wanted to be friends with her for her familial status, but now as an adult she is better at weeding these people out. As an adult, she only really considers Oliver a friend, but she is also considered to be a very popular figure as a priest and the Siblings lovingly refer to her as “Mama.”

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Oliver Mundt

- 5’5, 335lbs, Demiromantic/Demisexual, Genderfluid and Bisexual. Around 25 years old.

- Oliver has always admired Lilith from afar, and he had operated under the assumption that she didn’t even know who he was while they were growing up. He was often bullied by certain Siblings of Sin, ones who don’t fully grasp the intentions of the church. Lilith always did her best to stand up for him, but he was never aware of this til later in their life.

- Oliver is a very reserved person, often holding resentment for many Siblings in the Ministry regardless of if they hurt him personally. Though, even if Lilith has always been more popular than him he can’t seem to hate her for it. As they grow closer during their work, he learns more about her as a person and learns to let go of certain biases he had towards her and some others. He has a very hard time expressing his interest in her and often ends up doing things that could be considered creepy or strange when he is trying to flirt with her, but luckily for him Lilith finds it attractive.

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DEMON AU:

Basic Demon AU info: Demons mate for life (platonic and romantic), are able to have soulmates, soul bonds, and form very tight-knit packs, and are also able to have more than one mate but they are all committed for life. (Basically demons are very seriously demiromantic and demisexual).

Can have knots, and secrete more sexual lubricant than is needed. They bite/mark a mate to claim them. If a demons mate passes away, the demon who remains may become so depressed that they wither away and pass as well. Some demons can be more feral/animalistic than others, can be very territorial and aggressive.

Women/fem presenting are the dominant partner in relationships as well as demonic society. There is a Demonic Council as the main group who “govern” Hell. Deals and demonic encounters have specific rules when including humans. Demons also have very specific courting rituals, often including voyeurism/exhibitionism and dramatic displays of affection.

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Lilith Domina: Demon AU

-Lilith, Demon Succubus of BDSM, sex, and torture.

Titles: Princess of Hell, rightful heir to Lucifer’s throne.

Powers: shape shifting, telepathy, telekinesis, vampirism (also called the Affliction).

Sins: Lust, Pride, Gluttony, Greed.

Ghouls (Gifted by Alastor): Illustrane, Aslan, Damien, Calypso, Celeste, Asteria

Backstory: 400,000 years old. Was found by Lucifer as a cub, around 100 years old. Lilith was raised by Lucifer and revered Eve as her mother, though Eve was killed by Adam long ago. Lilith is considered half-sister to Cain. She was raised to be the heir to Lucifer’s throne, and when she turned 300,000 she was crowned Princess of Hell, effectively taking over Lucifer’s position. She is now head consultant to the Demonic Council. Before she was crowned, she took many of Alastors lectures and classes on torture (as she is also a demon of torture) and had developed a small crush on him since she was around 100,000. This crush only grew after he gifted her half of his ghouls when she was crowned Princess. Now, instead of residing in Hell, she is living topside in the Ministry to keep a close eye on the Ghost/Church project which is part of her job as Princess of Hell. Alastor is rumored to be joining the Ministry as a Professor of Demonic Studies in light of his recent forced-retirement. Things become slightly tense within the upper clergy as they are caught between Demonic courting rituals.

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Oliver Mundt: Demon AU

-Alastor, Demon of torture and sadomasochism.

Titles: King of Torture, Ex-Chief Torturer of the Ninth Circle

Sins: Envy, Greed, Gluttony, Wrath.

Powers: ability to read minds, sense people’s worst fears and the best ways to torture them

Ghouls: Numbered 1-6

Backstory: 13.5 Billion years old. Part of a small group of demons and fallen angels who followed Lucifer to Hell (Demons who are old enough to be involved in this or to remember it happening are called Luciferian Demons. Meaning they are between 10-14 billion years old.) Invented torture when humans began being sent to Hell for punishment, was considered a pioneer in his time but is now regarded in a bad light by modern demons, who have taken on more human morals. He was refused ghouls by the Demonic Council so he created his own, using spare ghoul and human parts from his work (Frankenstein style). This in turn made the Council upset, and he was soon forced to retire from his position as Chief Torturer of the Ninth Circle. He was also forbidden from teaching torture classes to new torturers, as the Council considered his methods too medieval/barbaric. He is in a pack with his 12 ghouls, though he has a platonic relationship with them. He has been waiting for a romantic partner for a very long time, and when Lilith was crowned Princess of Hell he gifted her half of his ghouls as a courting gift in the hopes that she might be interested in him.

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[daisywords]

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[theflyingfeeling]

I wanna see jealous Aleksi punish Olli with that vibrator wand 😏

me too, anon, but all I have to offer is this little something:

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"Oof," Olli huffed when he crawled next to Aleksi in his bunk. Aleksi barely had time to scoot closer to the back wall in time as to not get squished under Olli's body. On any other night, he may not have minded Olli crashing on top of him – he might have even enjoyed feeling Olli's bodyweight on him – but tonight he wasn't in the mood for whatever Olli had in mind when his face had first appeared from behind Aleksi's bunk curtain, some moments after their bandmates had stopped tossing and turning in their respective tour beds.

"Ah, fuck," Olli winced when he tried to make himself more comfortable in the tight space next to Aleksi.

"What's wrong? Heartbroken that the girls from the bar didn't warm up to your dad jokes?"

Sourly Aleksi thought back to a few hours ago, grabbing beers at the local club before they'd have to get back on the road. He knew it was just part of Olli's natural charm, the one he himself had fallen for in the first place, but it didn't mean he'd still find it easy to watch Olli make a whole party of young ladies giggle when he had stopped to entertain them, laughing off how they had mistaken him for a waiter.

It seemed Aleksi's unreasonable snark flew right past Olli as he rubbed his thigh with discomfort written on his face.

"I think I sprain my thigh on stage."

The genuine uneasiness in Olli's voice made Aleksi's face soften in a heartbeat; he himself had experienced a stage injury or two himself while on tour, and with the limited treatment that was available when they were on the road, he knew Olli may have a long night ahead.

"D'you want me to massage it?"

"Yes please." Olli's big eyes glistened in the dark. Aleksi couldn't quite see it, but he could hear the pout in Olli's voice.

"I'll get the wand," Aleksi sighed and climbed over his boyfriend on his way out of the bunk. The miserable pout and the wet puppy eyes quickly changed to an eager smile and a hopeful twinkle, and judging by how rough Aleksi was with his efforts, Olli didn't seem to be in such a great distress after all; Aleksi's knee bumped against the exact spot Olli had just been kneading with his face twisted in pain, but the delight on Olli's face barely faltered at the touch.

Sprained thigh, huh? I see how it is.

Aleksi's mood grew even more bitter as he tiptoed towards the living area of the moving tour bus. Olli's audacity to trick Aleksi into taking care of him when he clearly wasn't hurting as much as he led on was infuriating, not least because of what Aleksi had had to witness at the bar. Fair enough, Aleksi had skillfully masked his annoyance as tiredness, so he couldn't blame Olli for not having picked up on his bad mood and the reason behind it; even so, Olli might as well treat his own injuries for all Aleksi cared.

That was until Aleksi's eyes finally spotted the turquoise vibrator – the origin of which no one seemed to be sure of – and a wicked thought popped into his head.

Olli would get his treatment– one that would taste of his own medicine.

"Right, where is it hurting the most?" Aleksi whispered his question, climbing back to the bunk. While Aleksi had been in the search for the wand, Olli had apparently decided to rest his eyes and blinked them sleepily when Aleksi squeezed back next to him.

"Here," Olli showed the spot on his thigh, putting on his best pout. Aleksi couldn't wait to wash it off his face.

"Let's see what we can do for you then."

The rumble of the tour bus engine was enough to hide the quiet buzz of the vibrator, as well as Olli's blissful sigh as Aleksi began rubbing Olli's thigh in circles. He started gently, as to not raise any suspicion in Olli about his true intention; little would he know this false sense of calmness would be temporary.

"Mmmmmh, oh yeah, feels good," Olli sighed. Aleksi almost frowned at the reaction Olli's whispered moans caused in his traitorous cock.

Determined to still have the upper hand, Aleksi started to slowly shift the movements of the vibrator towards Olli's crotch, subtly enough for Olli not to notice immediately.

"Aah, yeah, right there."

Aleksi swallowed. He had always loved making Olli groan out loud; tonight, however, his mission was something else entirely.

He moved the wand another half an inch up Olli's inner thigh, glancing at Olli's face, ready to catch his reaction once he'd realise what Aleksi was doing.

One more inch and the vibrator would definitely be touching Olli's cock.

One more inch, and Aleksi could feel Olli hold his breath.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Who's smiling now?

"Giving you the massage you so kindly asked for," Aleksi whispered innocently, all the while working the vibrating sex toy briefly against the side of Olli's cock.

"That– that's not where–"

"Oh, sorry, maybe a bit more to the left?"

Olli's mouth opened in a sudden gasp when Aleksi pressed the wand against his dick with more force. In the bunk above, Aleksi could hear Joonas make a small noise in his sleep.

"Shhhhh," Aleksi hushed in Olli's ear.

"Aleksi, what the fu– aaahh!" Olli threw his head back, exposing his neck for Aleksi to graze with his lips. He couldn't help but smile at the way Olli squirmed next to him when he switched on a stronger vibration level.

"We, aahh, we can't fucking do this right now!"

"Little Olli seems to disagree," Aleksi smiled. The bunk aisle nightlight illuminating through the curtain was just enough to reveal the tent that had already formed in the front of Olli's boxers.

"The others will, oh fuck, they'll wake up."

"They won't," Aleksi brought his lips close to Olli's ear again, "because you'll stay quiet enough to not wake them."

Olli's eyes opened slightly to give Aleksi the most incredulous side-eye Aleksi had ever seen from the man. He had to bite his lips to not laugh.

"You're fucking crazy."

"And you fucking love it."

A hint of a smile visited Olli's parted lips, and Aleksi could feel his body relax.

No no, not yet.

Another surprised gasp filled the air when Aleksi clicked the vibration toggle again and began moving the vibrator up and down Olli's erect cock. He stopped to tease the tip in rapid, circular motions that had Olli wiggling beside him, his right hand reaching towards his erection.

"Ow!" Olli winced when Aleksi snapped the hand away with a quick flick of his middle finger.

"Keep your hands off," he murmured in Olli's ear and grinned at the low, furstrated groan sounding from Olli's throat. When Olli's breating picked up at an alarming pace, Aleksi eased the pressure of the wand and moved back down Olli's hard shaft, right down to the base to massage Olli's balls.

"Aah, fucking hell, Aleksi."

"You like that?" Aleksi's mouth was dry and he felt his own cock twitch inside his pants; he may have been annoyed at Olli's antics, but he wasn't immune to Olli's sighing in pleasure next to him.

"Fuck yeah," Olli's reply was breathless and caused another helpless twitch inside Aleksi's boxers.

"Too bad," Aleksi swallowed and lifted the vibrator off Olli's cock.

Olli's eyes opened again, squinting at Aleksi in the dark.

"You're kidding me, right?"

Aleksi didn't even try to hide his victorious smile.

"Naww, I'm not quite the jokester you are."

Olli stared at him in silence, his chest falling and rising as he panted.

"You're... you're not jealous, are you? Because of the... girls at the bar?" Olli asked, brows knitting into a definite frown.

Aleksi merely shrugged before pressing the wand back on Olli's cock without a warning. The small whine that Olli couldn't keep inside was the sweet sound of revenge Aleksi had longed to hear all evening.

"Would you judge me if I was?" Aleksi wasn't sure what lured the question out of his mouth: was he just teasing Olli, or did it come from a more genuine place, the dark corner of Aleksi's mind that still quite couldn't believe someone as hot and sweet and funny and perfect as Olli Matela had chosen him? Was it just some heat-of-the-moment banter that slipped out of his mouth for a lack of a better comeback, or was he actually looking for confirmation that Aleksi had nothing to worry about, nothing heartbreaking to dwell on when his doubts got the best of him and hurled him in the bottomless pit of overthinking and fear?

Olli must have sensed something, for his eyes studied Aleksi attentively, in the way they sometimes did, in the way that made Aleksi want to look away or else he'd get lost in Olli's eyes for good, never to be seen in the terrestial world again.

He never stood a chance, though; if losing himself in Olli's loving gaze was his destined way to go, so be it.

"I fucking love you, Aleksi. You know I do."

Aleksi did.

He kissed Olli to let him know. Olli responded, slowly but with passion, want, need tasting off his tongue, to assure Aleksi he understood the fact of the matter.

"Mmmmh," Olli broke the kiss, "a little further down, please."

It was then Aleksi noticed that the kiss had thrown his massaging hand off course to buzz against Olli's stomach instead.

"So bossy," Aleksi muttered and speeded up the vibrations again, just to put Olli back in his place.

"Aaaahh!"

To make matters worse from Olli's point of view, Aleksi turned his attention back to Olli's neck and left a trail of light kisses there, enjoying the silent sighs coming from Olli's mouth. While Olli was grasping the edge of the bunk bed, possibly just to have something to hold on to since Aleksi didn't allow him to touch himself, Aleksi sneaked his own free hand inside his own boxers to adjust his half-erection, biting his lip to keep back a moan.

The hand controlling the vibrator began working up and down Olli's cock, now pointing towards the ceiling of the bunk, throbbing erratically inside Olli's shorts. Aleksi felt his own respond similarly when he noticed a smudge of precum glistening through the fabric that had tigthened against Olli's erection.

"Fuck, you're leaking," Aleksi sighed in Olli's ear as he began rubbing himself. "You're leaking so nicely for me."

Olli's heavy panting filled the air, to an extent that if one was awake and stopped to listen, one would've definitely heard the sounds of restrained pleasure, and he had begun thrusting his hips up to match the movements of the vibrator.

"Ah, easy now." Aleksi withdrew the wand once again, eyes on Olli's face, ready to catch his reaction.

"Why do you keep doing that?!" Olli whispered with despair in his tone.

Aleksi laughed silently, leaning in again to tough Olli's temple with the tip of his nose.

"For fun," he said and put the wand back on Olli.

"Aaahhh, god, alright, you've had your fun, not let me cum."

Aleksi did a few more rubs at the tip of Olli's shaft before removing the wand.

"Not yet. Not when you're still so needy and loud," Aleksi kissed Olli's neck, perhaps to apologize for showing him no mercy.

Aleksi could feel Olli make an effort at calming himself down and evening his breathing. Then he nodded.

"Okay. Okay. I won't. Put it back." Aleksi had barely opened his mouth again in order to tell Olli off again, but then Olli must have realised his own error as he added, dark, hooded eyes looking at Aleksi: "Please."

Aleksi no longer had the heart to deny Olli his relief.

Fascinated, he watched as Olli's cock twitched once the vibrator touched it again, and Aleksi couldn't help but let out a sigh when he saw a new flow of precum wet the fabric of the boxers. He kept mouthing OIli's neck, listening to the man's heavy breathing, touching himself as he worked the wand on Olli's leaking erection, making sure to pay additional attention to the sensitive spot he knew to be on the underside, right by the head of the dick. He knew that if he kept massaging there, Olli would reach his climax in a matter of seconds in his current state.

The thought of it had Aleksi gripping his own cock tighter and stroke himself to the mere sight of Olli being on the edge of his orgasm, panting against Olli's freshly-shaved neck, inhaling the musky scent which alone was enough to drive Aleksi crazy with lust.

"Aahh, aahh, fuck," Olli panted, almost whined, a little too loud for Aleksi's liking.

"Sshhhhh. You were doing so well," Aleksi whispered against Olli's neck, planting a kiss there as he removed the wand.

"Fuck, Aleksi, I need to–"

"I know. But you need to stay quiet. Can you do that?" Aleksi spoke softly, to let Olli know he was on his side, in the end.

Olli nodded again. "Yes. Yes yes yes yes. Please. Fucking plea–"

The plead was cut short by a soundless gasp when Aleksi resumed massaging OIli's erection in short movents near the leaking tip.

"That's more like it. You're doing good. You got this," Aleksi spoke in between kisses along Olli's neck and jawline.

"Aleksi..." Olli's voice was barely even a whisper. "Aleksi, please..."

Although their space was limited to say the least, Olli managed to shift his hand in between them to lend Aleksi a helping hand in his efforts to get himself off. Aleksi trembled with pleasure and need when Olli cupped his balls and began to firmly massage them, while Aleksi's own hand hand was determined to pick up its pace and stroke himself more frantically as he felt his climax approach.

The low, quiet sound of Olli's humble request did not help his case in the slightest.

"Please, Aleksi. I need to cum. Please, let me– oh fuck, aahh!"

In the nick of time, Aleksi switched on the toy's highest setting and in the next blind of an eye witnessed how spurts of white cum soaked through the tent of Olli's boxers as the man jerked his hips in rhythm with his twiching cock. Aleksi listened to Olli's gasps for breath, to his heartbeat pounding inside his chest, to the tiny whimpers when his cock became too sensitive to touch, and it didn't take long for him to spill inside his own underwear, with Olli's hand still working on his balls, gently rubbing Aleksi through his orgasm despite having barely come down from his own high by the looks of it.

Once Aleksi had emptied himself in a sticky mess inside his pants, he turned off the vibrator and set on the mattress in between Olli's legs, too spent to think of a more convenient place for it. Just to be a tease one last time, his allowed his hand to brush Olli's sensitive cock before resting it on Olli's stomach and smiled at the tiny gasp Olli let out upon the touch.

Their breathing calmed down, and despite the mess they had made together, Aleksi found it was far too easy to let his eyes close and let sleep take over. With his last spark of energy, he lifted his head from the pillow he had made himself of Olli's shoulder and nuzzled his nose against his boyfriend's cheek.

"Are you mine?"

He allowed himself this moment of weakness, this one last request for reassurement, knowing it might make him seem a little crazy.

But he needed to know, needed to hear Olli say it, even though he knew the answer before Olli even opened his mouth and looked him straight in the eyes.

"I'm yours."

[normallosers]

I've been waiting for this moment haha, talking about this unit/ line that I cherish a lot. My moment has come lol

Berriez is in an undeniable way, one of the cutest dynamics in plave, and maybe I'm biased bc I think both of them are super adorable and lovable, and do a lot of cutesy stuff, and Yejun always pampers Bamby. But I would do the same, even when he's a little bit taller than me, but he's the smallest in my heart.

Now it's my time to send Yejun to prison bc I have a lot to say bout that man, he has created a really strong bond with all the members, it's comfortable to be around him, he is someone funny and reliable, talented and always there to help, he listens to what they have to say and he knows how to accommodate to them.

I know it's a common joke, but he is kinda like the dad there, always talking care of them, the responsible figure, a real professional, and in a weird way even the way he mocks them and jokes around it's like that, just cause it feels not with the intention to be mean... just want to embarrass them a little. He just thinks he's funny, and he is, in a different way.

So, it's really easy to understand why Bongby wants to be near him. Every time he's around, Bamby is happy, smiles a lot, defends him, and looks up to be like him, even imitating his movements, actions, or words. And with Bamby being an introvert and kinda shy (depending the environment), is really interesting seeing him acting like that, cause it shows the level of trust and confidence he feels towards Yejunie, and why not, patience and tolerance.

Bc Bamby is not that turbulent around him. Makes me remember the recent interview with Billboard, and he described Bamby like this:

When they're together, the vibe seems to be calmer, and he's at ease, they laugh together, and the way of interaction is soothing compared to other members (Eunho lol), even when Bamby is... Well, Bamby. And remembering that time when he said he would never talk to Yejun the same way he speaks to Eunho, cause Yejun would think he did something wrong probably hahaha.

And, during the second anniversary q&a, Yejun said he would be the closest to Bamby first if they were the same age, and Bamby, even when he said he would be closer to Eunho first, he thinks that he would make a bond with Yejun first.

And ofc Yejun finds Bamby super cute, so he treats him like a kiddo or some times even babies him, that's why we see a lot of red eyes moments when it's bout berriez, but Bamby is good with that, cause it's Yejun, cause he adores him. Bc they have their own way to relate with each other. Contrary than with Eunho, with Yejun, it is just like little pouts, whining or let himself be, never gets really mad at him.

Bamby never lost an opportunity to say good things bout Yejun, but the thing he seems to love the most is his voice, he's always enjoying hearing him sing but not just like normal, there's admiration, endearment, a genuine appreciation of his talent. Both of us are his number 1 fans, and if that old blue haired grandpa says his singing is not good enough, Bamby is ready to fight him bout it haha. That's how it should be.

Both of them are cowards, even when it's undeniable, they seem to haven't embrace that part of them, so it's a common thing to see Bamby whining 'Hyuuuuung' to blame him for his scared reactions, as he really was fooling anyone.

They have shared really funny moments while scared, singing together, or even dancing.

Even when Bamby was his kinda teacher/ support, like partner at some points, and Yejun ended in 5th place in the dance competition, they keep on enjoying their time together, never a bad attitude, misunderstanding, or something like that, everything is always fun and fine. Cause is not serious. Nothing is more important than friendship, even stealing the Asterum cafe in a monopoly kinda looking game.

They have shared a lot of funny moments and somehow that makes me think that Bamby can be kinda naive haha, and I like to see the difference in the interactions between the members, the new dynamics throughout the years and how the confidence let them build a friendship that is kinda comforting to watch, even tho Bamby almost kills him while driving him home (does he really lives in heaven? Is Yejun really an angel?). Seeing them give me a warm feeling, maybe bc as an introvert myself, I know how nice it is to have a friend you are super comfortable and happy around, idk but I really love berriez lol

[goodvibes24hrs]

As a Static Shock fan, do you have any recommendations on where to start with the comics? Or at least any personal favourites?

If you want to start from the very beginning you’d have to start with the 80’s Milestone comic of Static:

I’ve only manage to read a few issues but never got to complete the series fully for this version.

An easy version of Static you can get that I enjoy is the current run; Static (2022):

You can buy Static Season One’s whole issue run in a hardcover book on Amazon or support your local comic book store (They can order/preorder it for you). Season Two recently finished and is getting a complete hardcover book coming out February 6.

The last one I recommended is actually my favorite!! It’s Static Up All Night (2023):

It’s a graphic novel that came out in November. Its writing is very reminiscent of the show’s humor & tone. There’s a lot of Easter egg too from the tv show that I loved seeing 🩷🩷 You can tell how much love the writer (Lamar Giles) & artist (Paris Alleyne) had both for the comics & the show with the way they captured the characters & humor.

I hope Lamar Giles & Paris Alleyne make more stories for Static!! 💛💙💚

[5eraphim]

I see your tf2 monster mash au and I raise you this: Drider Engineer.

If you don’t know, it’s basically part human, part spider

He’d be there type of guy to be like “I haven’t had a guest for dinner in so long! Thanks for stopping by🥰” meanwhile his guest is trapped in a web and is gonna get eaten.

I LOVE THIS IDEAAAAAA SO SOSOOSOSOOOOO MUCH!!!! YES NOTHING IS HOTTER THAN A MAN WHO CAN EAT!!!! A MAN WITH A HUNGER!!!!

if that means i wind up slaughtered and eaten for supper, so be it.

tbh, engie might be my least favorite in the monster mash, making him a robot (more accurately a cyber-pinocchio, if that makes sense?) it makes sense bc he's obvi the tech guy so i don't think it's ooc, but when i think of engie, the first thing that comes to mind is his "good boy-isms" like how warm-hearted he is, his compassion that sort of thing. and idk, those just aren't traits i associate with robots/cyborgs/android-type monsters.

but i really like the idea of him being a drider! weirdly i think his naturally compact/sturdy body type would look very fitting complemented by spider legs. and like the web building and all that suits him so well too!

(i know i've heard of these guys before, is it a DND race?)

[rivkae-winters]

‘Ello!! Hope you’re having a lovely day!!! ❤️

4 and 9 for asks plz?? <33

Thank you for the ask! My day has been a roller coaster but I have gotten things done.

Refers to this snippet ask set.

4. With dialogue I’m proud of:

This is from the wip stash- it’s a post canon fic for a very awesome person and one of my favorite WIPs of late 💜

The static grew louder around him. It buzzed and rang out in chittering calls incessant and infantile in its desire to bombard him with noise. One voice cleaved through the rest of them and pushed its poison into his ears.

“It’s such a shame,” The older woman directly in front of him crooned as she turned to the person beside her. “We don’t even know what date he died.” The other woman hissed at her to quiet down with a shove.

“He was a young thing,” The muted whisper passed through the second woman's near still lips. “And ShinRa was always so controlling,” The words were said like some sort of heretical secret, Genesis supposed to the general public they might as well have been. His body was only just starting to fall directly under his mind's sway of shock and horror. The pitying sigh that fell from the second woman’s lips was a dagger in his already bloody wounds. “It could have been seven months or more before they announced it.”

Genesis’s heart stood still. His breath did not move in his lungs. His body sat there frozen behind a schooled expression as the world moved on around him.

9. With characters I love:

This is from Interstitial, my Reunion bond mind link fic, which is on Ao3;

This had the unfortunate side effect of alerting the people monitoring Genesis that he, their glass walled oddity, was in fact awake.

Oh joys.

He had little patience for scientists right now.

Turns out he is smiled upon by the Goddess once more since she has deigned he wake. Cloud, who made the all black look work with light hair in an eerily familiar way, strode into the room and stood next to one of the few men not in coats. It takes Genesis a second to recognize the aged man Cloud stood by as Reeve Tuesti . Someone sane in this mess at least and Genesis knows at the very least he's not in ShinRa now. Or not in what's left of ShinRa... His time in the waking world again was very limited but he's nothing if not good at gathering information when he needed to.

Cloud looked down at him and Genesis nudged at his mind far more gently than before in a peace offering. Comfort, safety, you are free to choose all slowly and gently wept down the link. Cloud's eyes widened and Genesis inclined his head to illustrate that this is him and his doing to the not-SOLDIER’s inexperienced mind. Privacy - knowledge - not here all slide across in vague impressions. Cloud’s presence twitched in response, clearly he had expected Genesis to mentally garrotte or gouge at him and had been left unsure when the blow never arrived. Genesis pulls the thread of himself from where it was wound around Cloud’s own and backed off slow and careful.

Is it not Genesis’s lot in life to be left with things broken and bleeding long after the damage is done? Is it not his lot in life to be left with the ugliness of the recovery with no control over the cause? The amount of cases and situations piling up had long been damning in that regard.

No one had decided to approach him yet so Genesis let himself get lost in his thoughts, eyes drifting shut with one ear on the room. Appearances to keep and all of that.