#yeaaaaah. nodding

[d1s1ntegrated]

I liked your “first time making out with Shigaraki” it was really cute would it be alright if I may request one with Spinner instead?

If you don’t do spinner stories or headcannons than that’s fine i understand. If not him than Dabi would be fine too😁

um. what the freak...JK! YEAAAAAH spinner needs sm love ill do u one better, ill do both AND remake shigaraki's here too since this ask is old (im so sorry it takes me lightyears to answer my inbox)😏

first time (+ song!)

-> first time making out hcs for the league boys: s.iguchi, t.todoroki, t.shigaraki (with an added song suggestion for ~immersion~)

cw: language, light smut, tension, smoking, heavy petting, etc

this isnt proofread lmk if there are typos IM SORRRYYYY

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t.todoroki- as you sow. by Reaper (heady)

dabi's first time kissing you was actually soft, almost nervous

(he has since then gained the confidence to manhandle you.)

he didn't think you actually wanted to- you both sat in his room, on his small shitty bed, smoking out the window late at night. at that point, you'd made this a habit with him, it was the one moment of peace you both got each day.

it was always calm here. just the sounds of cars passing by, music droning softly from one of your phones usually- just to keep the "vibe". even in the small room, on a shitty mattress, you enjoyed your time together in easy silence.

sometimes though, you'd feel his eyes rake over your form- you'd play it off as a casual glance, but the way your body warmed at his jeweled gaze...it made you question things later at night. but you never brought it up.

the haze of smoke blankets the room heavily, catching flickers of the neon city lights from a distance. it always did look pretty out here, even from the run-down hideout.

one night, he opened the pack of cigarettes with a frown. you sat on his bed, looking into the box- just one left. maybe staring a bit would make another appear.

it didn't.

it was far too late to run out for more now, and you were both tired. you looked at him and pulled the dart from the box, nodding to him to light it. reluctantly, he presses his thumb to the end, a small flickering blue light singeing the tightly-rolled tobacco.

you bring it to your lips, taking a long drag with closed eyes. you bring yourself closer to him, cupping his cheek gently. "open your mouth," a small fluttering of smoke follows your words, and his eyes widen only slightly. hesitantly, his lips part.

as you're exhaling the smoke, he's breathing it in. you repeat this, his sapphire eyes falling half-closed as his heart races.

you're not even an inch away, your noses keep grazing each other as you swap smoke. each drag brings you closer, until he gets tired of it.

he brings you into his lap, muttering something about "wasting precious smoke", and you snake your legs around him.

the cigarette burns down to it's last hit, and you press the tip of it to his lips. he takes the final drag, his chest rising against your hand.

you mimic him now, parting your lips slightly, and he blows the smoke slowly into your mouth.

as you inhale the tail-end of the smoke, he grabs your face and leans in, pressing his lips into yours softly.

there's a taste beyond the smoke to his lips, something akin to citrus and mint.

you slip your tongue into his mouth, the smoke now billowing around the both of you as your breathing quickens, his hands gently tangling in your hair. you wrap your arms around him, emitting a soft moan from the man as he tastes you.

his hands are warm, but they're also much softer as they hold you. gentler. as if he's cautious- or holding himself back.

the heat rises between the both of you, and you graze your nails into his back gently.

he cant stop himself now. he pushes you down against the mattress, and you watch as the city lights catch his eyes before he peppers kisses down your jaw and neck, his hands dug into he bed on either side of you.

his kisses are purposeful, but not aggressive as he envelops you, and from there... the rest is history.

it becomes an unspoken rule between you two that you share one cigarette from now on.

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s.iguchi- words drowned by fireworks. by Nobuo Uematsu (ffVII OST)

you and spinner had bonded unusually well. you spent all your free time together.

you'd always sit next to each other during meetings, played games together (sometimes with shiggy- that cockblock lol), would even read manga or novels quietly together late at night on the old couch, huddled up to each other for warmth.

but...he genuinely didn't know why.

one night, he asks you bluntly, "why do you like me so much?"

he wasn't trying to be like that. hell, he just wanted to know why here, of all places, he had more friends than he ever did outside. especially with someone like you.

because to him, you were farrrr out of his league. you're ambitious, proud, strong...pretty. and he explained this to you, under the glow of the game start menu, big ruby eyes shining with apprehension.

and when you grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, his heart jumps. and slowly, he clasps his fingers against yours, little claws brushing against your skin.

and you tell him everything you like about him. his courage, his loving nature, his jokes... all the fun you two had gaming and hanging out...how he became a warmth in cold places. god, you could go on.

but his head still hangs low, nervously chewing at his lip, messy orchid hair falling around his face a bit.

you shake your head, knowing you can't explain it any better than that. well, you can, but...no, fuck it.

you grab at his jaw, pressing your lips firmly onto his.

he's surprisingly soft. his skin, well- his scales- is a pleasant texture. smooth and supple. there wasn't a good way to describe it, but you liked it.

a lot.

god, and he smells so nice. its kind of tropical, like coconut and sandalwood, a warm bonfire on the beach almost.

meanwhile, he's overcome with feelings of shock, excitement, bewilderment. his nails dig further into your hand as he leans in, not missing the opportunity to finally fucking kiss you. after months of pining, trying so hard to just be friends.

everything is so soft, so gentle, and yet you cant help the pounding in your heart as you realize what's happening.

his tongue darts into your mouth without thinking- he just wants to taste you more. wants to be closer. you fall back into the couch as he brings himself above you. its a bit rushed, a bit shaky, but you can tell he's trying so hard to be "chill".

much like shigaraki, spinner is pent up. he's never done this before, he's so nervous, he's so turned on, oh my god... and so he presses himself firmly against you, against better judgement, unable to control his racing thoughts.

as you both pull away for a breath, you trail your fingers down his spine, his tail swinging slowly as he smiles down at you, blushing heavily.

"is that enough of an answer for you?"

"no, no, i think i need a little clarification" he smiles as he leans back in, not at all giving up this moment.

from now on, every time you hear that opening theme for that game, you get turned on.

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t.shigaraki - sex & super smash bros. by KYLE (beautiful loser)

(remake- check out the og post here!)

if there was one thing tomura was good at, my god, it was pissing you off.

he'd deliberately tease you all the time by hiding your things on tall shelves, stealing your snacks and clothes, basically laying claim on all of your items.

the worst of it was when you watched him as he entered your room, grabbed a hoodie from the hanger, put it on in front of you, and left without a word.

"shiggy, what the fuck, give it back!" you shout at him down the hall as he slumps back towards his room.

"nope, i'm cold and all mine are dirty."

"so go do laundry, you weirdo!" you grab him by the hood before he has a chance to close his door, and he chokes a bit with a laugh as he stumbles backwards.

he finds amusement in your frustration, and mocks you further as he turns around, wrapping his arms around himself to prevent you from stealing the hoodie off his back.

"what are you gonna do, noob?" he makes a stupid face as he laughs, and you huff and try and grab at the hoodie.

"come on, dude, you're gonna get all your gamer stink on my clothes" you fake whine as you chase him, his lanky figure handing him an advantage.

you've got him now- he's cornered in the hall. you lunge and begin to wrestle, eventually tumbling onto the floor in the hallway. you shriek as he tugs your hair, and you pinch his side tightly. the sound he manages to make is barely human, and you laugh a little too hard, letting go and falling into him.

he laughs, his raspy voice lightening as he squints up at you. "you're such a sweat. you own like, eighty hoodies anyways."

you scoff and roll your eyes. "stop fucking around and just give it back"

he shakes his head and challenges you further, his crimson eyes batting up at you with a smug look. he wiggles his fingers as if casting a spell, "you want me soooo bad, oooh." he does his best to keep a straight face as he continues, "you want me, so now you're begging me to take my clothes off oooh".

"they're MY clothes, shig!" you argue as you start pulling the hoodie strings.

he doesn't give a fuck about what you're saying, cause he just keeps going. "you wanna kiss me sooo bad. you're in loveee with me"

yeah, no, he's right. but he doesn't know that-he's just trying you to give him your usual "ew, fuck off" response, and leave him be. too bad now, because you decide to fight fire with fire.

"yeah, you're right." you retaliate, pressing your lips into his before he has a chance to respond. he hiccups in panic, his breath hitching in his chest. his breath is heavy with the taste of energy drinks- its sweet, its actually kind of...nice?

but he was clearly panicking, because his lips are pressed so tightly into a pout, it's kind of pathetic. so you pull away, gauging his reaction-he didn't like that you stopped. he pulls you back in, this kiss hungrier, his lips parting to push his tongue into your mouth desperately.

when you pull away to catch your breaths, you both stand and he drags you into his bedroom, pressing you against his door. he grinds against you with a soft moan, the sounds of his discord chat still going off on his headphones. oops!

when you finish making out (and he's definitely ruined his sweatpants) he asks you if you were serious.

"no, of course not. yes, you fucking idiot."

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thank u for the ask <3 sorry its taking me so long to respond to these, im trying my best lol! but this was fun, hopefully spinner isn't too OOC,, tbh they prob all are oh well

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

How To Plant Snapdragons | Extra

Task Force 141, Keegan & Konig x Female Criminal!Reader

Previous Chapter / Masterlist / Discord

You have never found the crowd pleasing, no matter how much you've forced yourself to get used to it. Your father was the type of a person who knew how to stir and handle people like they were dolls, he wanted you to be the same. But you preferred to pull the strings in the shadows, despite how much he complimented you for becoming as good as him.

Eating in front of a bunch of soldiers whom you had no use of, was also not within your likings. Their judgemental gazes, their yapping mouths, and their sharp ears to rumors and gossip was not helping you out as well. You couldn't also control them into making them think you were harmless and trustworthy when you already kicked their brother’s balls.

But you couldn't bother Task Force 141  to always be with you, you weren't their only concern in the base, and you did not want to be babysat by a bunch of grown men. What would be the point of a goddamn ankle monitor if you were always within their sight?

You swallowed the last bit of your meal and picked up your tray, getting up from the seat. You kept your head high as you carefully placed the tray over the tower of dirty ones and slipped out of the dining hall.

Where was Price’s office again?

You stood before a hallway, parting to left and right with narrowed eyes. Pointing a finger to your right and then to your left, you sighed and proceeded to the left with a nod.

You hoped he would be in his office and you could have a small talk with him, at least. Or even better, you could continue your talk with him, which got interrupted by Laswell calling.

You had got so much to tell him—so much to offer him more than what you could say to Shepherd. Maybe, it was because you knew him better than you knew the General, or maybe, you were hoping he was a man of his words and your last resort.

You stopped on your tracks as several soldiers blocked your path and as you took a step back, one of them quickly grabbed you. He slammed you against the wall and the rest of them rounded, hiding you from plain sight.

“Uh,” you scanned the soldiers, “hello?”

Ey, come on, you had said you liked it when men choke you with their arms and thighs, manhandling you like a rag doll (preferably on bed, but honestly, you'd take them on the couch, table, stairs, against the wall, the floor the door, no lube, no protection) BUT NOT THESE GUYS!

THEY WEREN'T EVEN HALF AS GOOD LOOKING AS THE 141 NOR KEEGAN!

YOU BET THEIR DICKS WEREN'T EVEN GOOD!

HECK, YOU BET YOU WOULDN'T EVEN BE ABLE TO CUM ON THEIR FINGERS UNLIKE HOW KEEGAN COULD MAKE YOU!

FUCK, YOU BET YOU WOULDN'T EVEN BE WET WITH THEM UNLIKE HOW JUST SEEING KEEGAN'S ASS WOULD MAKE YOU FOLD AND BEAT YOUR DINGLE DOODLE MAGICAL WAND CUM SHOOTER OUT IF YOU HAD ONE!

DAMN IT! If you punch or beat up one of them, the results wouldn't even be in your favor. It would just lead up to more people—the Task Force specifically—to not put their trust on you.

You sighed, letting all your thoughts simmer down as they began to threaten you, and glanced up the ceiling, reminding yourself to stay frosty.

Would the Task Force agree if you asked them to spar with you? Although, that would mean they'd see your skills. Scratch that.

Oh, you didn't need to actually fight them. You could just let them throw you around.

Yeaaaaah, good shi—

You grunted as a hand wrapped around your throat and you found your fist landing on the man’s face. “Fucking bitch, don't touch me, you small dicked pussy eater, cock sucking whore—” And only then, when their gazes locked onto you that said ‘oh no, we're fucking offended! We’re men who hadn't heard such dirty words coming from a woman cuz we are the ones only allowed to degrade other people!’ that you realized what you had done.

“Oh, uh, sorry—” you coughed as a soldier’s knuckles landed on your stomach, and you bent over, breathing out heavily from the sudden pain, and another one hit, again and again.

You were used to such treatment. You had gone through worse, and such experience was what could make your actions more realistic.

You dropped on your knees, holding your arms over your stomach as you tried to make it seem like you were having a hard time breathing, and frowned, to make it seemed you were in so much pain.

But even with such acting, and the chances of being able to get away from them, and get to Price, you wished someone would help you out.

Perhaps, the Ghosts had spoiled you too much. Perhaps, the Walkers had treated you like a princess to save when in distress. Because even when you could do it, their excuses would be they wanted to do it for you.

God, you missed them—missed the safety you felt with them. The warmth, the feeling of home, and the feeling of being valued as a human. And you'd kill burn everything to feel that again.

You swallowed as they grabbed your hair, pulling harshly. But in a blink, the fingers on your tresses vanished and your eyes landed on the soldier on the ground, then up to the man with a cigar balancing between his fingers, gaze hidden by a hat.

He blew smoke and you grimaced, covering your nose with your hand. “What the fuck are you bloody muppets doing?”

One after another, the soldiers answered his questions, putting all the blame on you. They weren't wrong, though, you had kicked someone's balls and punched a guy. But come on, you kicked someone's balls during training, and you punched someone because they strangled you and that would be called self-defense.

You weren't the one in the wrong here as well.

“You call yourself soldiers when you act like this?” John questioned, his voice dropping low. He let go of his cigar, letting it drop to the floor and stepped on it. When the soldiers tried to retort, he yelled, “I will hear no excuses!”

They flinched, all standing up straight and brought their eyes to the ground, while a hand grabbed your arm, pulling you up.

“You broken?” Price questioned, letting you hold onto his arm as you steadied yourself.

You shook your head. “I'm good, sir.” You stepped away from him.

He made no comment and once again faced the soldier, pointing at them. “I will deal with the lots of you later.” Then, he tapped your shoulder, nodding at you to follow him.

You walked behind him and glanced over your shoulder, shooting your middle fingers at the soldiers, but something blocked your sight.

“Enough of that, you damn muppet.”

“Hey, I'm just expressing my anger!” You exclaimed, yet let him drag you with his hand still over your eyes.

“Can you, in this position you're in now?” He questioned, guiding you to a corner and removed his hand from your face.

You looked up at him. “Literally or . . . ?” You watched him glance at you, and you huffed. “If I weren't trying to prove myself to you, I would have killed them.”

“The way you phrased that isn't exactly making me approve of you.”

You clicked your tongue, and for some moments of silence, he stopped before a door. He pushed it open, he gestured at you to get in first, which you raised a brow and smiled at. “Aren't you a gentleman, Jonathan Price?”

“Don't mistake it as approval,” he scoffed and locked the door behind him.

The space was neat and orderly—not exactly what you expect from such a man, with just enough personal touches to make it feel lived-in—maps pinned to the walls, a coffee mug perched precariously on the edge of the desk. Price motioned for you to sit on the couch.

You flopped down on the couch, then laid down, grunting at the pain you felt on your abdomen. “Thanks for earlier, by the way. I appreciate it.”

“I'm saving the soldiers from you,” he remarked and walked around his desk, opening a drawer, but frowned and closed it. Then, he rummaged through a cabinet.

You chuckled and heaved a small sigh. “You know about me even before we meet, don't you?”

“You are not exactly discreet, princess.” He fished out some sort of container that fit in his hand and a bandage and walked over to you.

You blinked rapidly at the nickname, not expecting it to come from his mouth, and shifted as you gazed at what seemed to be an ointment and bandage on his grasp. “I can handle myself, Price, I'm not—”

“You're in no position to argue,” he said, as though barking an order, and dropped to one knee before you. “Lift your shirt.”

You swallowed at his sharp gaze and frowned, jaws tightening as you hesitantly dropped your hands to your belt. You sighed and started unbuckling, a bit shaky yet quick. Your heart hammered against your ribs as he watched you lift your shirt from being tucked in.

Scars welcomed his sight along with the darkened patches on your skin from getting beat, and he took in a sharp breath. “Who did this?”

“Jesus, that's straight out of fiction,” you mumbled under your breath.

He looked up at you. “What?”

“Ah, I mean, well, Shepherd.” You averted your gaze as your face began to warm up out of shame.

“I thought it was from your father,” Price said in a low voice and reached to your hand, guiding it up even more, before he shook off his gloves. He turned the jar of ointment open.

“The Tsar wouldn't hurt me like this.” You ran your tongue over your lips as his calloused fingers began to run over your skin, warm over the cold. You rested your head against the couch and relished on the feeling.

“Why did you betray him, then?”

You closed your eyes. “He thought everything he did was right, and it took me a while to remove the blindfold he had made me wear and listen only to him.” You paused for a moment, and opened your eyes, before asking, “Would you rather have me as your enemy, Price?” You looked down on him, finding him unrolling the bandage.

“Why would I accept an enemy in my Task Force?” he questioned, snaking a hand around your waist, and repeated the action.

“Good question,” you remarked, and straightened up, making him glance up at you. “Why would you want an enemy in your Task Force?”

“Why would you join hands with an enemy?”

You leaned down on him, tilting your head slightly. “Why do you want me, Jonathan Price?”

He lifted his chin and the edge of his hat almost hit your nose as he did, and found your eyes staring at his. He made no movement—no, he froze—something only a few could do to him, caught between the questions in his head and the ticking of the clock that kept the silence from reigning.

His eyes flicked between your eyes, as though trying to find answers or hints for the question you asked, some things he wasn't sure he wanted to find. Then, he lowered his head, bringing his focus back on wrapping you in bandages. “You have all the Intel that I want, your skills are a delight to the eyes. If there's someone who can and will help me, it will be you.”

You hummed, pondering over his words, and tapped his hat. “I’ve seen you with Captain McMillan, when you still have that cute little bonnet of yours.”

His movements came to a half and he looked up to you. “When?”

“I’ve seen you around, well, through the screen, but I first saw you in person at your failed assassination of Imran Zakhaev.” You swore at the back of your head you sounded like a stalker.

“Failed?” He echoed, annoyance and shock clear in his voice. “He's dead—”

“He died, that's true. But not from your hands, Price.” You shook your head.

Once again, he grew quiet, your words spiraling in his lthoughts, before he snapped out of it, and questioned, “Why were you there? I don't think you're already in the military at that time.”

“I was a visitor.” You scooted closer to him, making it easier for him to wrap you in bandages. “My father wanted me to meet Zakhaev and his middle son, Victor, to join hands with him, and thank fuck, you appeared!” You clapped your hands, making him look at you in confusion. 

You grabbed his shoulders. “You don't know how grateful I am to you for beating the shit out of Zakhaev, you goddamn blessing from heaven.” You shook him, hard, but he barely moved. “I would have asked for your hand in marriage had I gotten the chance to talk to you back then! God, I swear you looked so good I wanted to get to you since then, but of course, Father hates you because of what you did, and meeting you before means that we would have met as enemies. I don't want that because that will complicate things and I didn't want my father to be suspicious of me that time yet but Jesus, you and Macmillan made me want to go to your side immediately and . . .” You trailed off, turning your head away in shame, as it dawned on you that you had begun to yap. You cleared your throat. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, continue,” he demanded, tying up the ends of the bandage in a tight knot. “I want to hear more from your side.” He picked up the jar of ointment and stood up, leaving you to fix your clothes as he put the ointment back in the cabinet.

“More like you want intel from me,” you huffed and stuffed the hem of your shirt back under your pants, before unbuckling the belt. You caught him shoot you a look as he heard your words but said nothing, and so, you lied down the couch. “Well, anyways, so, right, where was I again?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but you snapped your fingers, stopping him. “Right, joining you and Macmillan, sooo—”

Price dragged a chair close to you as you began to tell your tales like you were in your own world. Without hesitation, you unfolded your story to someone who could use your words against yours. Price, somehow, at the back of his head wanted to make you shut up and make you realize that you could stop, have some privacy or at least a bit of secrecy, because it felt illegal that you were rambling everything you knew and what he wanted to know like it was merely gossip.

It made him question himself again as he watched you gestured your hand in the air, slapping his thigh as you thought he wasn't listening or when you found something funny in your story, was this really the woman who had imprisoned a monster? Were you the one they called their princess whom he once couldn't reach?

It seemed somewhat surreal that you were more human than he thought, and whatever had you done to him, that made him want to keep the life in your eyes in contrast to the void he had seen in your pictures.

Gazing at you, it felt like you shouldn't belong by his side. That you were the type of a person that shouldn't be tamed, shouldn't be kept at one place, shouldn't be locked down.

At the same time, you should be kept an eye on, and creepin’ jesus, where was your goddamn filter? A face of an angel, a demon in disguise, a mouth of a sailor, and a humor as dark as coffee. And yet, he found himself relaxing as you became relaxed yourself, tensions getting off his shoulder as though you had begun to lift the burdens with him.

“You good?” You asked, seeing as he appeared to nod off. You propped yourself up.

“Always,” he groaned, his deep voice sounding like a low rumble, and straightened himself from a slump.

“You look tired, Price,” you called out.

“Normal for a Captain.”

“Shall I leave and let you rest?”

He tilted his head, making the shadow of his hat angle to a view that made his looks even better. “You're telling me you won't let me rest unless I tell you to get out?”

“Well, I don't really want to get out there.” You scratched an itch that suddenly appeared on your arm. “I will shut up, just give me a book or a pen and papers.”

He hummed and got up on his feet. “Move over,” he motioned at you, and you scooted to one side of the couch, but frowned when he padded over to his desk, fetching a pen and sheets of paper. He sluggishly walked back to you and flopped down on the furniture, letting his body be hugged by the soft material. He handed you the materials. “What are you going to do with them?”

“Draw,” you simply said, putting down the paper and pen on your lap as you yanked your legs up on the couch.

“Right, I have . . . some of your drawings that you left here,” his voice went low, almost like he didn't want to say it.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, remembering you drew naked men beating the shit out of one another's dicks, saying it was a renaissance drawing to the rest of the 141. “You can throw them away.”

“Don't you want it back?”

You snapped your head in his way, a bit surprised by his question. “Well, I mean, you might have been disturbed by my sketches, and I have no particular use of them, so, uh . . .”

“You can use one of my drawers as your stash,” he offered and swung his leg onto the chair before him. “My sergeants and Ghost have their designated stashes in this room. You can have one as well.”

“I . . .” You pondered over your words, your brows slowly knitting. “I'm not a member of the 141.”

He scoffed and leaned onto the arm of the couch, tapping on his hat to make it tilt and cover his face. “You are one now.”

You stared at his figure, slowly falling to a slumber much needed in his line of work, before bringing your attention back to the blank sheet of paper before you.

With swift hands, you began to sketch a circle as guidelines, trying to visualize and remember Simon Riley's features. The signature skull musk, the dark paint or maybe, just naturally dark circles, and distant eyes as though he sees something no else can. Noting some things about him down, his pale lashes, height, the lower portion of his body, his arms, and perhaps, how he would look on gears during deployment.

As you were finishing up, you could hear light snores coming the the Captain, and scoffed, “Sleeping beside an enemy,” you said underneath your breath, a smile appearing on your lips as you changed sheets.

You ran your hand over the paper and smoothed the wrinkles down. “Perhaps, I made the right choice in going to you.” You began drawing a messy outline of his body. “But I hope it doesn't come with a price.”

I'm very sorry for the late update, everyone! I have been caught up with school (quizzes come in every other day) and, uh, have been trying to take care of this lovely biker guy I have in my basement who I wouldn't let take off his helmet while I rant to him about fucking the 141. Though, I hope you take this extra which I seriously thought wouldn't be this long, as an apology, and hopefully upload the next chapter in a couple of weeks.

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me and my internet friends who make beautiful gifs and say things that make me aggresively nod my head and go yeaaaaah

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Ooooooh let’s go!

PORTRAIT

-wait come back

-I’m full of surprises

🖤🎪🖤

Yeaaaaah, thank you for requesting!! 🖤🖤🖤

Prompts: Portrait, "Come back." "I'm full of surprises." Teaser: “You tried, it’s cute,” he muttered at the paper. The confession came out slowly with trailing thoughts since half of his mind was dedicated to the moving pen. Warnings: SFW. Established relationship, Buggy x GN!reader, slight profanity Word count: ~900

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The shelves in the captain’s quarters were packed. Books, scrolls, and folded parchments were scattered throughout the nooks. Contraptions in various states of dismantling or creation were crammed into crannies. There were busted compasses, rusted knives, and broken telescopes. Half-eaten snacks, grimey forgotten glasses, and greasy fingerprints were added to a list in your mind. 

Amongst the chaos there was calm. You dragged your hand along the sections with organized piles of your personal books and belongings until you reached a special space. A space that was more decorative than functional. Nudging aside a few gems and seastones, you grabbed an empty blue bottle. The dried flowers in your hand whispered amongst themselves as you nestled the bouquet into the bottle and placed it back on the shelf.

A bundle of papers in the shadowy corner of the shelf caught your eye. You carefully retrieved one from the top of the pile and unfolded the paper to expose familiar handwriting and drawings. Crabs and seagulls from your memories explored the edges of the paper, moving between seashells and small sketches of grassy hills and sandy dunes. The remnants of time passed kindled a longing in your chest, with heat that radiated out and burned in your fingertips.

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Buggy returned to the shared room and found you sitting at his desk, head bowed with focus that kept you from noticing the door opening. The sentry lounging on the corner of the desk was too lost in her afternoon cat-nap to notice his appearance either. Buggy paused for a moment, remaining a quiet observer. He watched how you carried the pen across the paper. Your movements were both airy and fluid - you were drawing something.

Curiosity and restraint grappled in the pirate’s body. He wanted to see what you were creating and could easily send over the necessary pieces to satisfy that desire without detection. But spying on you felt wrong. But you hadn’t noticed him and it would be easy. But still wrong. But he wanted to know.

Splitting the difference, Buggy took a few long strides to reach the desk. The bootsteps from his approach broke your concentration, but he walked quickly enough to get a peek at the paper. Doodles and…something else.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t know you were back.” Your words and movements were flustered as you stood up and flipped the paper over, hiding your work.

“It was time for a break. What are you up to?”

“I was putting some flowers away.” You gestured towards the dried bouquet on the shelf while trying to slip the paper off the desk. The movement was halted by the strategic placement of Buggy’s hand while he leaned on the furniture.

“Are those my flowers?” The captain asked the rhetoric question with a grin. The kind of grin that made your stomach flip.

Buggy changed position so that you were between him and the desk. He leaned into your space, filling your vision and your thoughts. You nodded.

“And what’s this?” He shuffled the paper behind you.

“Nothing. I was just passing time, it’s nothing,” you said, feeling a heat creep on your face. It was a mix of warmth from Buggy and nervous embarrassment.

The paper sighed as it was flipped, revealing all of the nothing you did. A little pirate ship sailed a wavy sea. A large lion and a small cat sat side-by-side. A silhouetted acrobat walked across the high wire, with a bucket of popcorn waiting to catch them below.

Buggy tracked the paper, following the multiple versions of his Jolly Roger that you drew, each one slightly different and absolutely perfect. The rasp of his touch stopped at a particular sketch towards the bottom of the page.

“Is that supposed to be me?”

You turned and looked, despite knowing the answer. Fuck. It looked worse than it did a few minutes ago. The long hair looked like a mess of worms on their deathbed. Two piercing eyes stared into the darkest depths of your soul. A round circle that was so simple it looked out of place. And a smile that looked okay until you shaded around it, extending the expression into something that looked like it could eat a whale in one bite. There was no denying that this was a drawing of Buggy, but it looked nothing like the man standing in front of you.

“It’s nothing. Just ignore it.” 

His gaze was locked on the paper. You tried to pull it away or flip it over, but his hold prevented you from removing the nightmarish art from his view. Giving up on retrieving your shame, you chose to leave it behind and walked away.

“No, no, no, wait! Come back,” Buggy said. His hand tugged at the sleeve of your shirt. “I like it.”

You stopped. “Don’t lie. It’s awful, I can’t draw people.” You turned around to see Buggy hunched over the desk with a pen in hand.

“You tried, it’s cute,” he muttered at the paper. The confession came out slowly with trailing thoughts since half of his mind was dedicated to the moving pen.

“There, finished! Come look,” Buggy said excitedly, slamming the pen onto the desktop.

He drew you. Well, it was more of a sketch, and it somehow matched your choppy attempt. There was a noticeable difference in skill, but his was used to adjust his style to compliment your clowny portrait. Seeing your faces side-by-side was…well, he was right. It was cute.

“I didn’t know you could draw,” you said, admiring his attention to detail.

“You could say that I’m full of surprises.” 

You could hear the smirk on his face. A smirk you leaned in to feel on your lips.

[helleboretks]

HAH! Got 'Em!!!

Hello hello hello! First fic in a couple months for my newest fandom Lego Monkie Kid! This is a Lee!Nezha, Lers!Wukong, Mei and MK ticklefic, so if it isn't your forte, no need to read!

(This is Nezha, if anyone wants to gaze upon this absolutely beautiful specimen uwu)

Summary: Wukong wanted to test out if their resident Third Lotus Prince was ticklish. Only Buddha knows what kind of chaos arose from it.

“This is purely experimentative, kid.”

“No it isn’t, Monkey King.”

“Yeaaaaah-no, no it isn’t.”

Mk snorted with a roll of his eyes as Wukong took a few strands of fur from his head, gently blowing on them to produce a few feathers.

“C’mon! You can’t say you’re not curious. I know that look in your eye.” He was right, of course, Mk was pretty curious about this idea too. Would Nezha actually be ticklish? Given that he was reincarnated from a plant-a lotus no less-there had to be something his body did and didn’t replicate from the original, right?

“Has he ever even been tickled before?” Mk wonders aloud, sitting down in the seat next to Wukong. The Noodle Shop was pretty empty today save for his friends and, well obviously, the Lotus Prince himself. Mk’s both surprised and relieved that the man actually found time to take a break, and even felt honored that he’d want to spend it here, with them.

Now he’s wondering how long it’ll be until he regrets it.

“Hmm, not from what I can recall? No???” Monkey King squeaked, looking as if he was seriously racking his brain for some kind of memory. “Yeah no, not from what I can remember.”

“If he’s actually ticklish you’re going to kill him.”

“Oh Pfft, nah he won’t die. You can’t die like that! I think.”

Mk was not about to tell Monkey King that you can, in fact, meet death by tickling. Not right now at least.

No one seemed to notice the little cluster of feathers floating closer and closer to the prince, who found himself in a rather engaging conversation with Tang about some history or other that Mk couldn’t parse out. They both waited with bated breath as he shifted his arms to rest comfortably on the counter.

“Welp, I’ve got nothing to lose.” Famous last words, but alright.

And then the feathers shot into Nezha’s armor.

And look-

LOOK-

The sheer volume of the scream Nezha let out as he flew right off the chair-Mk couldn’t help but crack up laughing as Wukong ducked under the table in surprise, trying to stifle his own laughter.

“HAH!! GOT ‘EEEEEEEEEEEM!!!” Mk screamed as Nezha grabbed and tussled at his clothing, shrieks erupting from his throat.

“Lotus boy!? Mk what did you do!?” Mei exclaimed, clearly less intent on helping and more intent on actually knowing what the fuck they had done.

“THERE’S SOMETHING IN MY ARMOR! THEHEHERE’S-OH MY GOHOHOD WHAT THE FU-” You could just hear Wukong’s dry wheeze from under the table as Nezha’s franticness caused him to bump into one of the chairs, practically crumbling onto one of the tables as Tang choked on his noodles with a chortle.

“Are you-Oh my god, Lotus boy’s ticklish!” Mk nodded to Mei’s statement, and honestly, he was pretty surprised by just how much those feathers affected the man. He was laughing up a storm from wherever those feathers were tickling him, Mk couldn’t really see where they were, but he knew they were doing something.

Or he’d probably just never been tickled in his life and the sensation shocked his soul right out of his body.

That’s also a possibility.

“What the hell? Oi, Monkey King, is this your doing?!” Apparently Pigsy had been the first one to catch onto the real culprit, and Mk banged a fist against the table with a snort as Wukong let out an offended gasp from his hiding spot, popping out into the open.

“I will have you know, mister man of the pigs! I didn’t do nothing!” Wukong sassed, shaking his head from side to side, wagging his finger disapprovingly. That, however, masked the fact that he was probably making those feathers move even faster, because Nezha’s laughter went up an octave right after.

“WUKOHOHOHONG!!! I-I’M GOHONNA KIHIHIHILL YOU-” Monkey King gave an especially skeptical look, turning to Mk, who too was laughing hysterically, just not from the result of being tickled himself. “Yakow, I’m not so sure he’s actually going to do it. I mean, look at the guy! Look at him, take a good look!” Monkey King jested, grabbing Mk by the cheeks and directing his attention back to Nezha.

He could see Nezha, half his body on the table, the other half on the floor as he gripped the edges of the wood, laughing up a storm as he practically vibrated like mad. His face was alight in an adorable blush of pink, eyes squeezed shut with a wobbly, wide grin to boot. He really didn’t look anywhere close to being capable of killing Monkey King in the state he was in.

But then he saw Mei hopped off her seat, a damn near devilish look on her face.

He knew Nezha was in for some shit.

“Here! Lemme help you out, buddy!” Mei spoke too cheerfully to be anything but a trap, but with the way the Lotus Prince was too preoccupied trying to get a grip of himself, he realized that fact a little too late, practically squealing as Mei snatched him by the sides, skittering her nails all over.

Wukong laughed as Nezha flew back unintentionally, right into the person who was making it worse. He kicked his legs as Mei struggled to hold him up with a huffing laugh, scrambling to grab her biceps and shake them.

And not for the first time, Mk doesn’t see the stoic Lotus Prince persona that Nezha tries so hard to keep up. He just sees Nezha; a man who seriously needs a break, and a little too ticklish for his own good.

So you can’t entirely blame Mk for wanting to be a prick.

He jumps over the table, letting out a weird as hell war cry before snatching Nezha by the legs. “YOU’RE COMIN’ WITH ME, MY DUDE-”

Nezha shrieked as Mk began to drag him around the floor, Tang really choking on his noodles as Mei howled with laughter, whipping out her phone to record the absolute madness. Nezha was gripping his ribs-which is probably where Wukong’s feathers are- shaking his head manically as he tried to wrench himself from Mk’s grasp.

“MK, NAHAHAHA-” “HEY!! I just cleaned those floors, kid!!!” Wukong slapped his hand on the table repeatedly as Pigsy called out, and Mk defiantly continued to drag this man everywhere he could, still carefully avoiding chairs and table legs as he went.

“WELL I’M USIN’ IT, DADSY, I’M BUSY!!” Mk shouted back as Mei followed behind him, catching it all on video.

“The poor man! Mk no!” Tang laughed, clearly not as against it as Pigsy is, who stared in dumbfounded disbelief as the two kids messed with the Lotus Prince himself. Nezha, meanwhile, was trying to cling onto anything with a solid structure but was doing nothing other than dragging chairs and tables out of place in his hysteria.

“Look at this BOI-” Mei cheered, causing Mk to wheeze as he shook Nezha’s legs from side to side, the man letting out a squeak as Wukong hopped over.

“WAIT, I GOT THIS!!” That was the only warning that any of them had gotten before a whole barrage of feathers descended on the prince, who screamed in shock before that shock quickly dissolved into the most batshit manic laughter Mk had ever bore witness to.

Mei wheezed, the grip on her phone trembling as the man on the ground thrashed damn near violently, and Mk had to hold tighter onto his legs so he wouldn’t get himself a boot to the face.

“I. AM. FEATHER-BUDDHA!!!” Wukong cried, throwing his hands dramatically into the air as Mei got the bright idea to place her phone down, grab Nezha’s arms, and hoist him the rest of the way up.

“FEATHER JESUS-” She cried just as dramatically as the two swung the prince back and forth, laughing themselves silly as Nezha laughed himself into a tizzy.

For a split second, Mk swore he saw macaque walk in, stare, and then slide right back out in one smooth motion and just-wow, what a great cameo.

“MACAHAHAHAQUE, YOU TRAHAITOR-” Oh he saw him, oh shit-

“I do not exist. Good luck.” Wukong wheezed and almost fell off the damn table as Macaque took his seat at the counter, turning away as if he weren’t just called out to.

“GUHUHUYS, QUIT IHIHIHIT!! PLEHEHEHEAAHAHASE-” Nezha pleaded, trying so desperately to wiggle his way out of the situation. Mk took the liberty of being the local gremlin.

“Ohohoho! But my little nezzy-wezzy-” So many wheezes wrung out at once as Nezha shrieked in embarrassment. Mk hoisted him up so that he had a grip of his knees, Mei slowing down the swinging to a stop as Mk jostled him further.

Wukong, sensing that some more shit was going to go down, slowed the feathers to somewhat of a more breathable speed, and Nezha choked on the breath he sucked in. The smile that forced itself onto his face was both down-right adorable, and freakishly foreign to him. That is something that’s going to have to change, then.

“You know, to be the best gremlin out there, all bets are off the table.” Mk dramatically announced. “AND SO!!” Nezha jumped at the loud tone, anticipatory giggles already spilling from his lips.

“What the heck he’s already laughing, awe-AND SO,” Mk repeated with a dramatic pause. “Mei, get his shirt.”

His bestie didn’t need to be told twice, Nezha letting out a shriek as she pulled his shirt up and away from his belly. “LOCAL GREMLINS!! ASSEMBLE!!!” She cried-

Right as Mk blew a raspberry into the center of Nezha’s belly.

There was a loud pop as Nezha exploded into laughter, and a few gasps and awes went around as a pink glow tinged Mk’s peripheral.

He continued to blow raspberry after raspberry with hardly any pause, and he probably would have winced given just how loud and downright evil Nezha’s laughter was, giggles and cackles as he thrashed and squirmed. It was absolutely hilarious.

“HE’S EXPLODING PETALS, MK!!” Mk paused in his raspberry blowing to pinch at the back of his knees, causing a knee-jerk reaction as he grinned at the petals that had shot out into existence, floating to the ground as Nezha snorted.

“God damn, the guy’s got a set of lungs.” Macaque chuckled, placing his hands over his ears with a grin. Mk laughed with a shake of his head, before diving straight back in, this time nibbling with an added sound effect of ‘nom nom nom’.

The petals exploded from him again.

“MK STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP OHMYGOD PLEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHASE!!!!” Nezha cried as if his life depended on it, repeated pops that were just too cute to be real filled the room as the distinct smell of lotuses overwhelmed Mk’s nose as he just kept going and going, blow after blow after blow after-

“JESUS CHRIST KID, GIVE THE MAN A BREAK!!” His record broke with a laugh with the way Pigsy had to shout so loud just to be heard over Nezha’s screaming.

It was when Nezha was so weak that all he could do was tremble and laugh, that Wukong removed the feathers and poofed them into hair, when Mei and he finally-gently-placed him on the floor, and Mk had ceased his merciless tickling, that the man gulped down proper breath since the whole ordeal began.

“Ohohoho, that was golden!” Wukong laughed as he answered to Mk’s high five, Macaque snorting at the way Nezha curled up into a tight little ball, lotus petals surrounding and covering him as he lightly tried to fan his face in hopes of ridding the embarrassed and exhausted blush on his cheeks.

“You damn near killed him, you idiots.” Pigsy sighed in exasperation, looking over the mess that had become his shop within a matter of minutes in very heavy disappointment.

“What-” Nezha panted as he sat up, burning with the rest of his gradually dying embarrassment. “What was that!? Wha-what did you do??” Mk tilted his head in amused confusion, as did Mei and Wukong. “C’mon dude, it’s just tickling! It’s not like it can hurt ya!” Mei dismissed.

A silence was Nezha’s response.

Silence soon enveloped the shop.

“You…you do know what that is, right? Nezha?” Wukong asked with a tilt of his head, this one verging on the dangerous territory of ‘this better be a fucking joke or I swear to the Celestials-’

Nezha just stared at them like they’d grown three heads.

“Oh my God he doesn’t know what tickling is-”

“THE POOR BOIO-”

Nezha yelped as Mei latched onto him in a tight embrace, which caused Mk to automatically snort. Oh this was just sad, both the hilarious kind and also the not-hilarious kind.

Staying in one room to protect a map for thousands of years really must do something to ya, huh?

“I’m actually fucking remorseful. I send my regards.” Macaque hummed, before giving a half-assed salute. “See you on the other side, Lotus Prince.” And then he disappeared into the counter’s shadow. Just like the shifty monkey, doing something like that.

“This is gonna go terribly.” Tang interjected, polishing off his third bowl.

“I’m actually thinking of closing the shop for today, I can’t believe this.” Pigsy grumbled, retreating back into the safety of his kitchen.

Nezha, during all of this, seemed to grow even more confused as the multiple comments were shot fired, and he looked at Mk who only gave him a solemn grin, because even he wasn’t about to mess up what would be-

“This will be the greatest day of your life, Lotus Boy!”

The most disastrous day of his life, courtesy of the local menace, Mei.

“Now! First on my list would be some hands on experience-”

Nezha let out a shrill shriek as Mei’s hands immediately dive for his sides.

A shriek that will be just one of way, way, way too many to come.

[kathbunny]

Magical Boy Love Corner AU

VR-LA and MR-SN unfortunately have to explain they're magical boys to Maxim

"...you two clearly have something to say." Maxim said, his arms crossed in a way that made him look perhaps more stern than intended. Both of his partners had been acting odd the whole evening, and Maxim would like to know what it is rather than being left with just his thoughts on the behavior.

VR-LA and MR-SN both looked guilty as soon as they were called out. "...there was something we wanted to tell you, yes." VR-LA said, fidgeting with his scarf slightly, which he hadn't taken off despite Maxim's house being quite warm.

MR-SN smiled sheepishly, a somewhat rare expression for him. "You read us far too well." MR-SN looked at VR-LA, like he was waiting to see if VR-LA would do anything. VR-LA gave a similar, although significantly more desperate look, which got MR-SN to continue instead. "...we both have a secret we wanted to share, but had to be careful about?" He said, sounding awkward.

Maxim raised an eyebrow.

"It might be easier to show you?" MR-SN suggested, which earned a look from VR-LA. "...I doubt you'd believe us if we just said it straight."

"I'm sure I wou-" Maxim cut himself off as there was a flash a light, MR-SN suddenly very recognizably one of the magical boys that worked in the town. "...you're correct, I wouldn't have." Maxim corrected himself, looking over to VR-LA, who hadn't transformed in the same way yet. "I assume you have the same secret?"

VR-LA nodded, snapping his fingers to transform like Maxim had, simply so Maxim knew which one he was. "Emi is also technically how I became a magical boy?" He added.

"Wait." MR-SN said, looking straight at VR-LA instead suddenly. "You hadn't told me that before."

VR-LA looked just as surprised as MR-SN did.

Maxim pinched his nose bridge. He wasn't sure how to react. He was surprised, but the situation was quickly starting to feel mostly stupid. "...would you mind explaining that, if you can?"

"So you know how some magical fighters have a mascot?" VR-LA said. "She's the drone."

"Oh, I really hope our mascot can't become a child." MR-SN mumbled, seemingly just to himself. "I can't imagine a few of them being good parents..."

"I think she's special?" VR-LA shrugged.

Maxim was even less sure now. "Is this why you're always hurt VR-LA?" He asked.

"Yeaaaaah..?" VR-LA answered hesitantly. "I'm still learning. You don't have to worry about anything though, I promise."

Maxim didn't believe that.

[unstopable8000]

Reunion Cape - A Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Utopia prequel one-shot!

Just something quick I wrote for the season, plus it serves a a little intoduction to this story. While these two aren't the main characters of my fanfic (the main characters won't even be my OCs as it's a crossover with a certain other thing, just trust me on this), these two still play a major role, and are just as hopeless here as they are there! With that said, enjoy!

"Hell yeah!" Cheers a very happy looking pawmot, busting open the front doors of a dilapidated old building. He holds a purple coloured crystal up in the air gleefully. "The Ghost Shard is finally ours!"

From behind him comes a gallade, who promptly shuts the doors behind them politely before turning back to their partner. "We did well. All things considered." They fold their arms and give an amused smile. "Although, Ion, I do seem to remember you almost fainting from fear."

The pawmot's joys evaporate immediately. "H-Hey!" he sputters out. "That cofagrigus wasn't even using its regular coffin! How was I supposed to know it'd just leap out like that?! Why would a cofagrigus even be there in the first place…?"

"I assume at the behest of some particularly impish ghosts," the galade remarks, glancing up at one of said ghosts, heading back towards their home. The phantump waves happily at them. They give a curt nod back. "It did not help that a type infused crystal just happened to be found here, only increasing their antics."

Ion looks at the gem in his paws in contemplation. "Yeah… At least there's only one more of these things left for us to find. Right, Hero?"

Hero hums. "Yes, the Dragon Shard. Indeed…"

They gaze off, lost in thought, as they walk down the dirt trail. The branches of the dead trees of the surrounding forest crackling with the breeze. Ion continues staring at the crystal in his hands, it glimmering a faint purple with the silhouette of a specter fading in and out like the crystal's namesake. He sees his reflection in it with each time it fades out.

"The power of these things is incredible…" He thinks, grip on the shard tightening. "Everytime I see it, I think the same thing… The power to boost one's Energy, the power to change one's Energy. That kind of power is unthinkable. But just a fragment of it is right in front of me… Once they're all gathered, once the Crown is completed… What's going to–"

Before he can finish the thought a horrifying face appears below him, in his own shadow. Its face twisted and its smile wicked. Ion leaps back with a scream, barely keeping his grip on the shard. 

Hero is at his side in an instant. "Ion, are you alright?!"

Ion swallows, gasping for air. "Wh-what the hell was that?!"

A manic cackle breaks through the air as the pawmot's shadow suddenly starts moving, surfacing and forming in the space ahead of them. Eventually it takes the form of a misdreavus, who continued cackling as they took shape.

"Kya ha ha! Oh the look on your face!" They disappear briefly, reappearing as they morph to form a, frankly hilarious, mockery of the pawmot's expression, "Bleh!" They reform again. "Kya ha ha!"

Ion just groans. "You get your jollies in yet?"

The misdreavus giggles before letting out a pleased sigh. "Yeaaaaah! I think I did! Sorry, I just need one more for the road!" They start laughing again. "Just kidding, I'm not sorry at all! Kya ha ha ha!"

"Ugh…" Ion grunts, hugging the shard to his chest. He glances up at his partner and is almost shocked to see the gallade as stoic as ever.

He's 'almost' because, really, barely anything ever fazes them. If one didn't know any better, they would say that the gallade was nearly emotionless. Their face usually stayed in the same expression, and their tone seemed to always be deadpan.

Thankfully, Ion knew better. Like right now, while the gallade's face barely moved, the way their glare intensified on the misdreavus meant they were extremely irritated with them.

"What do you want, Shiki?" They say, their voice harsh.

"Ooooh don't be like that!" Shiki trills, floating causally upside down in the air. "I genuinely wanted to thank you for our little 'mummy' problem, y'know?"

"Well, you're welcome. But, did you have to scare the crap out of me?" Ion asks, glaring at the misdreavus as well.

"Well, no. But you know how we ghosts usually are!" She remarks, floating over to Hero, getting right up in their face.  "Besides, I can't exactly get a good scare from Mx. Large and In Charge here. I already tried when you first came here… several times!"

Hero remains as unflinching as ever, staring level at the mistrevias.

Shiki backs away. "Ah well, at least I got one last one from the scaredy mouse…" Ion sputters in protest but Shiki continues before he can say anything. "It's been a good night."

Her expression softens, giving Hero and Ion the first truly sincere look they've seen from her all night. "Seriously, thanks." She says with a smile.

She then fades away, leaving nothing but the sound of the crackling branches and a cold, bitter breeze. The two look at each other, smiling, before continuing along the path.

After a bit of walking along the trail Ion turns to his friend and tilts his head. "Seriously, did none of her tricks actually scare you tonight?"

Hero gives him a confused glance. "Is that what has been on your mind?"

"I just can't stop thinking about it!" He blurts. "Like, am I really that much of a scaredy mouse?"

"...I do not think you are. Otherwise, you would have run out on me several times while on this job."

Ion looks down at the crystal again. "I guess that's true."

"Some pokemon are afraid of different things," Hero continues. "Much like a fire type may be afraid of water, a grass type might be afraid of getting shriveled up from too much sunlight."

"Are… you afraid of anything, Hero?"

The gallade pauses to think for a moment, processing the question. Quite a while passes, so much so that Ion is about to tell them to forget about it, but Hero actually responds. "I believe I am."

Ion gasps, breaking out into a teasing grin. "So you are afraid of something!"  He grabs their hand excitedly, tugging at it incessantly. "You gotta tell me!"

The gallade looks at them for a moment, turning away to cough. "I, ah, do not think I will."

"Aw!" The pawmot whines, letting go of Hero's hand. "Why not? You already saw the stuff I'm afraid of today. Why can't you share yours?"

"I believe this is something I should keep to myself, that is all." 

Ion pouts, something that makes Hero's expression soften a bit. They pat their friend on the head and ruffle his fur a bit. "I may tell you someday, my friend. But, today is not that day."

"Fiiiiine," Ion relents, grabbing the hand ruffling his fur and moving it off. "Actually, let's have some fun with this."

Hero narrows their eyes. "Go on…"

"So, we got a bit before HAPPI locates the Dragon Shard, right?" Hero nods. "So, until then, lemme try to find out what your biggest fear is!"

"I… Really do not think you should–"

"Wimpod."

Hero blinks. "What."

"You heard me!" Ion teases, winking at them. "You're just scared, aren't you! That I'll find it."

"I highly doubt you will…"

"Then what's the worry? C'mon let's do this!" Ion shifts the Ghost Shard under one arm and sticks out a paw.

Hero stares at the outstretched paw contemplatively. Finally after a bit, they shrug and take his paw in hand.

They both needed some levity, given what was probably coming up soon anyways.

"Yess!" Ion cheers, pumping his paw in the air. "I'll figure out your greatest fear yet, Hero! Just you wait!"

The pawmot marches joyfully ahead, a pep in his step. 

Hero grimaces behind him. A part of them hopes he doesn't, but another part of them – the part that makes their heart soar whenever they see him first thing in the morning, happily munching on a platter of berries – sort of hopes he does…

Hero chuckles to themself. "Bring it on, Ion."

About a week later, Ion's on the second floor of their little shared house in Post Town, just above his friend's beloved reading chair. Hero had to step out for a moment, apparently Cinccino had gotten some new books in, so that gave Ion ample time to enact the plan the thought of a week prior. He snickers. This was going to be great!

He hears the front door opening and Ion swiftly ducks behind the railing, still keeping his paw over it just enough and clutching his weapon of choice. He hears the footsteps approaching closer and he can feel his smile widen in anticipation. The footsteps stop and Ion can tell by how loud they are that his target is in position, so he drops it.

He can hear the object hit its target with a thump, followed by some confused shuffling. He can't help it now, he starts giggling. The shuffling stops suddenly and Ion hears someone sighing.

Wait, that didn't sound like–

"Ion, what on Earth are you doing?"

Ion pops back up, and instead of Hero, he sees a very exasperated looking flareon.

"S-Sol!" Ion squeaks out. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

The bespectacled flareon narrows his eyes. "I came because I heard Hero was picking up some new novels. I was going to ask if I could borrow them once they were done." Sol flicks his ears, pushing his glasses up. "Now, may I inquire as to what you are doing?"

"Uh–!"

"Because it looks like you are just dropping toy spinarak on whoever decides to visit. Last I checked Day of the Dead was a couple months ago, Ion."

"Ahehehe…" Ion chuckles awkwardly. "I can explain, but do you mind coming up here real quick? And, uh, bring the toy?"

The flareon sighs, picking up the spinarak toy and climbing up the stairs. Approaching Ion, they plop the toy down at his feet and wait expectantly.

Ion rubs the back of his neck. "...Would you believe this is part of a game?"

"Elaborate."

And so he does. He explains the events of last week's mission at Crooked Castle and how they acquired the Ghost Shard. By the time he's done the flareon is looking at him with a mix of confusion and befuddlement. 

"So, you're trying to… scare him?"

Ion nods. "Yeah!"

"For… fun?"

Another nod.

Sol raises a brow. "And you think Hero, neigh fearless leader of your Gold Ranked Team Valiant… is afraid of spiders?"

"W-well it sounds a bit silly when you put it like that…" the pawmot stammers.

"Because it is. Ion, do you think if Hero does have a fear, like they claim, that it'd be something as common and simple as spiders?"

"It-It's one of the most common fears…?" 

Sol slaps a palm to their face. "Ion… I swear you two are going to be the death of m-!"

Ion slaps a paw to the flareon's muzzle before he can continue. "Wait, I hear something!" The pawmot ducks behind the railing again, giving a pleading look to Sol. Sol deflates in defeat, sinking behind the railing with Ion. He mouths a "thank you" at him. Sol just rolls his eyes.

They both hear the door creak open, and Ion picks up the spinarak toy. As Ion hears the footsteps grow close like before, he drops it. It lands with a thump again but unfortunately for Ion, he doesn't hear Hero scream in terror, but instead gives a tired sigh much like Sol had.

"Told you," Sol says bluntly. Ion glares at him, before he pops back up from his hiding spot. 

"It was worth a try!"

Hero gives him an amused look from below. "Spiders… Really?"

"Not you too!"

On cue, the flareon stands up as well. "Good afternoon, Hero."

The gallade's eyes light up in surprise. "Oh, hello, Sol. I assume you are here about the books?" 

Sol nods, then proceeds to walk back downstairs. "Indeed. I was wondering if…."

Ion folds his arms and scowls. It seems this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought.

It was time to ask around. Maybe someone in town or Paradise had some ideas…

"Mr. Swanna?" Ion starts as he plops down on the bar seat. "Are you afraid of anything?"

Swanna stops polishing the glass in his wing, giving Ion a confused look. "Odd question. But, regardless, hmmm…" He puts his free wing to his beak in thought. "I can't think of one for myself, but my mother is afraid of storms."

"Really?" Ion doesn't have many memories of the former cafe owner, but he couldn't imagine her being scared of that sort of thing.

"Quite so!" Swanna affirms. "She told me that, back when she was a wee ducklett just learning to fly, she and her flock got caught in a particularly nasty one. According to her, they very nearly didn't make it back home."

"Huh…" 

"She didn't let such a thing stop her though! If she even felt like a storm was coming while in flight, she would land and take shelter somewhere, instead of risking the rest of the journey. Of course when she took ownership of the cafe, she didn't have to do so as much."

If Hero was afraid of storms, Ion would have figured that out long before now. His face scrunches in thought.

"May I ask why you need to know this?" Swanna inquires.

"It's just for some research I'm doing, don't worry about it."

A smile forms on the bird's beak. "Then I won't. May I offer you a drink?"

"Yes, please," the pawmot replies. He's going to need it at this rate…

Over the course of the next week, Ion asks several of the locals. But, sadly, most of them give similar answers. Spiders, water, darkness, heights… Nothing that Ion wouldn't have noticed about Hero at this point.

However, that's not to say he didn't get a few interesting ones to try out…

Ion once again ducks behind the railing, smirking. Hearing the door open, he waits for a bit before raising the sharp object in his paw and…

POP

A long silence follows, before Ion hears, "Good try."

Ion tosses the leftover remains of the balloon aside. "Dammit!"

"Also, I think it is hard to hide from someone with aura sensing like myself."

"...Dammit!"

The next day, Hero walks up to the front door of their house, opening the door only to see a cartoonized, life sized, Mr. Mime doll in the entrance way. Its cheeks were painted white and sported a big red nose in the middle of its face. Hero pokes said nose and it makes a high pitched squeaking noise. The gallade stares at it for a moment longer before turning to the nearby bush.

"You are getting more creative with these, I can say that."

Ion pops out with a shout. "Oh, c'mon!"

Hero looks at the doll again. "How… exactly did you get this anyways?"

Ion laughs nervously, and Hero narrows their eyes. 

"You did not spend our team funds on it."

"It's a rental!"

"Hey, Hero! Come here for a sec! I'm having trouble deciding what scarf to wear for today's missions."

Hero notices the setup right away, but decides to humor their partner. They approach with some caution, however. "What about a Pecha Scarf?"

"Well, you see…" Ion trails off, before launching a Quick Attack to get behind the gallade, shoves his friend into the closet and locks it from the outside. The pawmot feels a bit guilty for it, but the millisecond he senses Hero is actually scared, he'll unlock it immediately. 

He ends up not needing to, as a Psycho Cut tears through the door like a hot knife through butter, revealing a slightly annoyed gallade. They hold out their hand, revealing a Pecha Scarf.

"Were you looking for this?"

Ion huffs. He should have seen that coming. Seems like the funds from today's missions are going towards a new closet.

The beginning of next week has Ion bursting through the front doors of Paradise Headquarters, making the current sole occupant of the building jump in fright.

"What the fu-!"

"Linebeck, I need to know what you're afraid of!" Ion blurts, then pauses. "Wait, never mind, that was a stupid question."

The dark-type samurott leers at him, ignoring the jab. "What do you want, pipsqueak?"

"I wanna find out what Hero's afraid of, so I've been going around asking around the city!" The pawmot's ears sag. "But I haven't had any luck so far… This is the last place I can think to ask."

Linebeck gives him a quizzical look. "Why do you…? Know what, never mind. I don't want to know."

Ion sighs. "I know you tend to be scared of, well, mostly everything. But, if you could choose at least one thing that terrifies you the most, what would it be?"

"Look, I may be afraid of danger, pipsqueak, but my days of running from it are long over by now." Linebeck raises a flipper to his chin in thought. "That said, if I have to choose one thing that'd make me lose it…" After a bit, Ion notices the samurott give a full body shiver. "...tentacles."

Ion's face scrunches in bafflement. "Tentacles…?"

Linebeck grimaces. "It's a long story, from back in my world. And one I don't care to share either."

"Huh…" Ion didn't think the leader of Paradise would have a weakness as odd as that, but he really can't judge. Despite all odds, and the samurott's tendency to avoid danger at any turn, this is still the same human-turned pokemon that stopped the Bittercold. 

The door opens just then, revealing a very cheerful looking snivy, travel bag in tow. "Dad, I bought– Oh!" The snivy sets the bag down. "Hi, Ion! What brings you here?"

"Hey, Ciela," he greets the snivy with a wave. "I was just asking ol 'Beck here what he's scared of."

Ciela snickers. "Was the answer 'anything?'"

Linebeck glares at her, but Ion can tell it's not genuine. "I can hear you over here, runt."

The snivy just continues to giggle, shutting the door behind her.

"Ciela, are you scared of anything?" In hindsight, Ion thinks it's a stupid thing to ask the girl. This is the same snivy that climbed all the way up to the Bittercold, oxygen deprived and heart being eaten away at by its negative energy, but was still able to stare at it dead in its non-existent eyes in sheer defiance, with all the hope in the world in her heart. Even after being told that she lost the ability to evolve due to her prolonged exposure to its influence, she barely batted an eye at it, saying she was fine as long as she was by Linebeck's – by her adopted father's – side.

Still, Ciela answers the question right away, with no hesitation. "Being alone."

Ion didn't expect that answer, and so quickly at that. "What?"

"I hatched on my own," she explains. "I grew up on my own, had to learn on my own…. Make money on my own, all so I could accomplish my dream. That no one else would be alone. I managed fine, but after meeting Dad, I realized just how lonely I was back then. I was just too focused on my dream to realize how sad I actually was." She looks down. "I don't want to go through that again."

Linebeck's expression softens. "Kid…" the old samurott gets up from his seat to trudge over and pick the snivy up in a hug. "You won't end up like that again. Not as long as I'm around to help it."

Ciela's smile widens as she tightens her grip on Linebeck. "Thank you," she whispers into his flipper.

Ion can't help but smile at the heartwarming moment. He might not have gotten any answer he could really use to scare Hero with, but it was fine. He had plenty of time…

Well, until he didn't…

Ion stares at the notice on the bulletin board in dismay. "That's it, huh?"

"Dragon Shard's Location Revealed: The Peak of Wyvern Hill! HAPPI Calling All Teams to Aid in Search! Reward: 1,000,000 Poké"

Hero closes their eyes. "It seems to be, yes…" 

"Haha, I never managed to find your fear, did I?" Ion laughs weakly. 

The gallade stares at him with an unreadable expression. "You did not."

A heavy silence follows. The final type shard… The final piece to create the Crown HAPPI was so desperate to make. This was a long time coming, they both knew, but still… They both had a really bad feeling about this. Shit was going to hit the fan, and they had to start preparing immediately. 

"One last guess."

Ion head snaps up to Hero, eyes wide. "What?"

"One last chance to find out what I am afraid of."

Ion hums, deep in thought before saying, "Water."

Hero smirks. "No–"

"Blood."

"That is two guess–"

"Snakes!" 

"Three gue–"

"Tentacles!"

"Four–" Hero pauses. "Wait, what?"

"Long story," Ion handwaves. "Crowds?"

Hero sighs, "Ion–"

"Floods?"

"Ion, I–"

"Open spaces? Needles? Being forgotten? Stairs? Death? Pain?"

The rest of Hero's patience finally wears thin, and finally they snap. "My greatest fear is losing you!"

Ion pumps his fist in the air. "Yes, I knew–!" Hero's words sink into the pawmot and he completely freezes, looking up at his friend, eyes blown wide. "...Wh-what…?"

Hero lets out a breath, letting all the tension out of their system. "I… am afraid of losing you, Ion."

Ion can feel himself grow warm under his fur. "I-I don't understand. What do you mean?"

Hero swallows and, to Ion, they almost look… nervous? "Ever since I woke up in that dungeon, with no memory to speak of, no place to go… You have been a constant in my life." They grab his paw and Ion suddenly forgets how to breathe. "You led me out of that cave, and into the light. That light has remained at my side ever since."

"H-Hero. I…" Ion tries to choke out but the words get caught in his throat.

"This mission, whatever is coming next…" they continue. "It scares me to no end, only because the possibility that I could lose you is real and I do not know how I would deal with that."

The pawmot feels eyes getting watery now. "Hero, I…" Ion swallows the lump that formed in his throat. "I feel the same way. I-I don't want to lose you either, Hero!"

Hero lets out a relieved breath. "I am glad, Ion." They tighten the grip on his paw ever so slightly and Ion feels as hot as a magcargo's magma. "But, what I know more than anything is that, no matter what happens today, tomorrow, or ten years from now… With you by my side, no matter my fears, I can accomplish anything."

Hero lets go of his paw to rummage through the bag at their side, and Ion has to resist the urge to grab it back and hold it tight and never let it go– "I got you something. I knew this day was coming, and I wanted to show my appreciation for you. Before it might become too late to do so."

They pull out a red cloak with a hood attached to it, the fabric attaching it adorned with gold stitching, sewn together neatly with precision and care.

Ion gawks at it. "Th-that's…!"

"A Reunion Cape," they answer for him. "I had Cinccino start making it last week."

Ion tilts his head. "L-Last week? When did you…" It hits him right then. "Wait, then…! Those books were–!"

"Borrowed from Sol," they finish with a smirk. "He was there that day to ask for them back, not to borrow them from myself."

"Y-you…!"

"I know it might not be a normal thing you'd wear, but I want you to have it nonetheless…" Hero holds it out to him. "That way, if you ever lose me, or if I lose you… you'll come right back."

Ion grabs it, clutching it close to his chest. "Are you kidding, Hero? I-I love it!" He chokes out, through gleeful tears. "Here, I'll put it on right now!"

Ion throws the cloak over himself, arms sliding through the sleeves with ease. He lifts the hood over his head and his ears slide perfectly through carefully placed holes on it. He stares up at Hero with a wide grin. "Welllll?" He trills. "How do I look?"

The gallade's eyes go wide and Ion swears he sees Hero go a bit red for a moment. Then, Hero leans down and cups the pawmot's chin with one of their hands.

"Wonderful."

Ion gaps at him, heat immediately surging to his face. "U-uhhh," He stutters in a stupor, eyes blown wide.

The two remain like that for what seems to be like the whole day… But eventually they both become aware of various pokemon entering the plaza, some of them casting curious glances in their direction. Hero quickly draws back, much to Ion's disappointment. "We should… start getting ready," They manage to say, avoiding eye contact with Ion.

Ion looks away in a similar manner, gazing up at the bulletin board notice with feigned interest. "Y-yeah, uh, totally. Sure."

Hero nods, then turns to walk to the main square. Ion reluctantly follows behind them.

"I should have said something more…" He thinks regretfully. "I should have told them then. How much they mean to me as well. How I…"

Ion's thoughts trail off, recalling the moment where the gallade cupped his chin. How close they were in that moment, so close he could feel Hero's breath tickling his fur. He remembers wanting to grab the hand and pull them in closer, wanting to make his true feelings known to the gallade without room for doubt.

Ion shakes his head. No point in thinking about that now. He would make sure to let him know in the future. Because they would have a future. After all… He tugs on his Reunion Cape with a soft smile.

Ion isn't going anywhere without Hero.

[emicat1159]

Next part of my lil fanfic! I didn't do any art for it yet cos it's already taken me way too long to even write it out 😭

Anyway yeaaaaah Aggie gets to meet the angels, fun :P

Suppressing a gasp Agata ducked behind the doorframe to her right, her foot grazing the shattered glass of the window in her hurry to hide. She made little noise. From the short distance she watched as the figures- illuminated by their halos against the dreary background of rubble- observed the surrounding ruins, unable to see their expressions but, judging from their body language alone, they were unfamiliar with this location.

'And damn,, they're stood right where I wanted to go..'

How inconvenient.

Two of them looked to the tallest as he seems to start talking. He wears a perfectly straight blue suit, blonde hair reaching nearly to his shoulders. And three pairs of brown wings sat on his back. His posture was straight; and her sixth sense tells her he is dangerous.

The other two, one wearing a white suit, at his back were also three pairs of wings, the feathers coloured with beautiful greens and blues. The other, the shortest of the the three wore a long brownish-green coat, much similar to the one she was wearing,

'Well my sense of style mustn't be that bad if an angel wears something similar..'

She looks at her surroundings for anything she could use to distract them, a streetlight, car to set off the alarm of, anything that could still be manipulated with her powers. Nothing.

Lost in thought, and all at once, Agata feels a wave of energy pass through her. The tips of her fingers tingling in reaction to some unknown power. It spreads throughout her body, her muscles tensing almost painfully before growing weak, causing her to fall to the ground with a loud thud.

And fuck.. she catches herself from her fall with her hands, straight onto the shattered glass.

A pained hiss escapes her lips as blood starts trickling down her palms, adding to the erratic firing of her nerves. She sits up on her knees, whatever that just was, it left her struggling to find the strength to move. Looking down at her hands, the glass cut deep, luckily none of it was left embedded in her skin. And for a moment she forgets the three pairs of eyes that turned to look at her as she fell.

That is, until she heard one of them speak to her,

"Miss? Are you alright-?" Agata looks up towards the direction of the voice, walking towards her is the shortest of those angels, his worried expression turning to surprise when he noticed her cut hands,

"Oh! Oh no, I'm so sorry, if we knew you were there we wouldn't have- wait let me- I'll help you" he kneels in front of her. Agata's eyes shoot up to his face, his gentle round features adorned with deep green eyes and curly blonde hair, and his hand reaching towards her.

Oh how she feels like a cornered animal in that very moment. When was the last time someone had touched her?

She made a feeble attempt at leaning away from him, grimacing slightly, her strength returning to her slowly, not enough to get away just yet.

"Hey, it's okay, I can heal this. We don't usually do this for humans.. but.. Well there's no point in trying to hide what we are from you now is there?" He smiled softly at her. He took her hands gently, palm side up, careful not to irritate her wounds any further. Her skin burned at the familiar contact, craving for a comfort she had not felt in what feels like a lifetime.

The angel's halo glowed brightly as she feels the heat from her hands fading gently, her eyes widening as she watches her skin reconstruct and heal. It feels nothing like her own power's effect, while hers leaves her body tingling excitedly, this is a cool and soothing sensation, energising.

Agata once again looks up, sensing the presence of the other two angels coming closer to them, then angel helps her to her feet.

"I'm Raphael, these are my brothers; Gabriel and Michael" Raphael gestures to the other two, the one named Michael nodded towards her, his stoic expression showing no emotion, yet Agata can't deny him to be strikingly handsome- despite the resting bitch face

'Must come with being an angel' she mused.

Oh, right,

Her voice came out unintentionally timid

"I'm Agata.. you're.. actually angels-"

"Ah yes! The brunette, Gabriel, exclaims as he holds out his hand for her to shake, he looks tired, she noted.

"When we arrived here maybe ten minutes ago we saw not a single living being around us, so hiding our wings didn't seem necessary, apologies, it must've been quite a shock!"

"Y-yeah... what.. was that..?" Agata replied sheepishly

"Hm?"

"I couldn't move.. what was that about?"

"That" Michael finally spoke up "was a sort of spell we use that can temporarily neutralise and sense any entities or potential threats in the immediate area, a safety precaution if you may."

Agata contemplated this, up until this point she had resigned herself to living a life of isolation, scavenging, and hurt. The appearance of the three celestial beings at this very moment has her mind reeling with questions

'Why are they here? Why now? ...can they help me..?'

She just has to get close to them somehow.

The skies have begun to get darker now, she feels her body shiver from a cold gust of wind, it whistles through the cracks in the wall on the building behind her, she wraps her arms around herself protectively.

Raphael looks to the side, thinks, and starts to talk,

"Do you live far away? It may be best if you go back"

"A day and a half's walk away... I stopped by an old hotel on the way here, it isn't too broken.."

"Hmm.. perhaps we could accompany you?"

Gabriel spoke up next. Agata looks at him sceptically.

"I mean! We can compromise, we need a place to stay and figure out what we're doing- and perhaps you'd like the company? What'cha say?"

Agata's eyes lit up, this is exactly what she'd hoped for!

"Are you sure? This is kind of a crazy situation."

"It is strange for us too.. but we're here on a mission and we have to make it work somehow.." Michael sighs.

Agata looks down at her hands

"Hm, well, I have everything I need from this old store, so follow along if you want" she said with a small smile.

And so they start walking.

[windy-trickster]

A Mouse in The Snake's Coil

Another night of work as Roddie Lamare moved about the dining area, taking orders and sending them back to the kitchen, grabbing prepared food and bringing them to their respective tables. Night in and night out, this was his routine. This was his work. And honestly? He loved it. He loved finally having SOME semblance of balance and routine to his life, which was one a jumbled mess of job hunting and trying to pay his bills. He had been so nervous applying for the job at this high-class establishment, assuming the worst before even putting his application in. But he needed a job, he needed the money. So, he took the risk and went for it. And it turned out great! Wonderful, even. Now he had a job that paid him good, a boss who was on his side [for most things] and he could finally pay his bills! And have a little cash left over for other things. Tonight had been no different: Customer orders, he pens it down, sends it back and brings the food to them. Rinse and repeat for several hours. The dinner rush passed, and it seemed to slow down, Roddie was cleaning up a couple nearby tables when the little overhead doorbell went off, signaling the arrival of a customer. Roddie looked up and greeted the man like he did with every other customer, a bright smile and cheery tone. This guy was... Definitely different from the regular clientele. He wasn't dressed fancy nor did he give off that typical air of self-importance that all Highbloods did. Dressed casually in a jacket and jeans, heavy boots covered in... Some kind of gunk, the Indigoblood flashed Roddie a friendly smile and greeted him back. The two had a chat as Roddie wrote down his name, taking him to a table and watched the Indigoblood get all situated. Roddie held his pen and pad, smiling as he awaited the order. But was a little surprised when the other didn't order, flashing him another friendly smile before speaking. "🗡So. You're Vic's new server boy, yeah?" Roddie blinked and nodded, being caught off guard by the question. "🗡AH! Knew it. He seems to like hirin' cuties from what I've heard. And I've known him for quite a bit, y'know?" "Oh! You have? Boss never tolD me he haD any frienDs! Well... He Doesn't tell me a lot of things. But I'm very happy he's got someone in his corner!" -> The Indigo let out a booming laugh, leaning back slightly in his chair. "🗡Yeaaaaah. Me and ol' Vic go waaaaay back. Known each other since wrigglerhood. We've grown a little distant, but we're still pretty tight. And y'know... I kinda want to get to know YOU a little more too. Any friend of Vic's is a friend of mine." Roddie felt his cheeks flush a little at the blunt invitation to hang out with someone who looked... So cool! And made Roddie feel so comfortable despite having met this guy for the first time. He rolled the idea around in his head for a moment, feeling the flutterbugs kick up in his stomach. This was excited! How could he say no?! "Uh- Sure! I'D love to! I like makin' frienDs y'know!" -> The Indigo, who introduced himself as Jailyn, grabbed Roddie's hand and shook it. "🗡Great. I'll come by again at some point. We can make plans then, yeah? Now uhhhh. Hit me up with the best you've got here, mkay?" Roddie nodded and hurried off to the kitchen area to get his protentional new friend the best in the house. He was so excited! Too excited to realize the trap he just put himself in.

Vicnet Carbon - @alternias-madness

[tsuki-sennin]

Brave In! Kyoryu Change!

Fire!

Dinosaurs... Plus humans! Only 10 years ago did the Brave Team from the Cretaceous Era come to the Heisei Era to protect the world! Now, in the Reiwa Era, six kings from the planet of Tikyuu arrive for... reasons yet to be made apparent!

In honor of the Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger's most momentous anniversary... I'm gonna have to... keep... catching up with... another show. One that they're in though, I can promise you! It's going to get wild! Just try to stop us!

Listen and be amazed!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Yeah, I'm real sad I missed out on this one.

-Where the fuck are we?

-I don't think the PM's gonna listen to you guys.

-Man, Dugded was right, this place sucks

-Soujiiiiiiiiiii! How you doin', bud?

-"Ohgai Busou!"

-Good thing God Kuwagata's

-Wait

-Ohhhhhhhhhh, that might be a problem.

-CHESTOOOOOOO!

-Junior Prince.

-Ah, there's Candelilla and Luckyuro!

-How's Nobuharu doing, eh? Do we still need shielding from his puns?

-"Be nicer to your sword, you little demon."

-"Er... please pardon me, but if you're a Prince..."

-Oh

-Oh, you're serious

-There they be

-The Zyudenryu...

-Oh hey Kaguragi!

-Omg Gentle hiiiiiiiiii!!!!

-At least you're having a nice day.

-"Umai~!"

-DEBOSS SPOTTED

-Oh, he's

-He's a Megazord of the Deboss generals, I see.

-See, there's Aigaron!

-Dogold there.

-Hot damn, Gentle!

-Hatch It!

-...H-Hatch It?

-"Mom?"

-NOBUUUUUU

-Kyoryuger?

-Ok, byeeeeeee!

-Oooooh~! Shade~!

-The pictures are in the same style as the Kingohger's prophecy... Hmm...

-Hi, Ian. I see you're still making friends.

-Two thousand years ago, even back then did the Kyoryugers run wild.

-"So, you're like... actually a king?"

-I see we don't

-DUGDED????

-Holy shit, he overrode a good ending.

-Welcome to Japan, bitches.

-I see, a voice only cameo from Daigo and Utsusemimaru.

-"So like... wanna tell us where we are~?"

-Oh I forgot

-Time travel.

-At least Yanma's having fun :)

-Ol' Prince is off to have fun training too~!

-Deboss, you're looking

-Quite silvery

-And beetle-y too...

-Laid the fuck out

-They stole our fucking dinosaurs

-Our Gods are far beyond us

-"Time to make the prince awaken!"

-Jeramie's also having a lovely day.

-Hot damn! Yanma figured it out right quick

-"I claim Japan in the name of Shugoddam!"

-Hoooo!

-Yeah, this guy's Daigo's successor alright.

-"Of course I cheat! I'm doing it right..."

-Give your sword a kiss and start over.

-"Hmph."

-YEAHHHHH

-Well done!

-Kuwagon~!

-That's our Gira for you.

-Souji :)

-"C'mon Kingy. Make my day."

-Brave In!

-Kyoryu Change!

-Bust it down, boy!

-Kiiiiing~!

-Hooooo!

-Hot damn!

-Gonna get wild!

-This is so sick

-God, Himeno's absolutely serving

-King Vomola Mucho!

-Head hurty

-Oh, nope, couldn't be that simple.

-NOOOO SOUJIIII

-Ah, he's fine

-Amyyyyyyy!

-Whaddup, girl, we missed you.

-"Hey so uh..."

-Earth...

-Tikyu... Chikyuu...

-What's the difference?

-JERAMIE'S PART SPACE ALIEN????

-Hot damn... His dad pulled!

-Unearned bravery'll do that to you, Deboss.

-Oh, skipping the title sequence, okay!

-Despair's our big enemy here.

-...Rita......

-Rally up our kingdom!

-"Oh???"

-Earth drip!

-Yuko-chan... Rika-chan!

-Suzume-san....

-"This is peak."

-Moffun...?

-AAAAAAH

-This feels good

-Music

-That's our key, here, huh?

-Welcome to Earth, bitch!

-We just had a whole other Earth out there, huh?

-DAD????

-"I learned from my Dad, after all."

-A Space Ship.

-Okay.

-Cool.

-Thank you for that, ancestors.

-"I-I take regal responsibility for Prince!"

-Gabutyraaaaaa!

-Amyyyyyy!

-Mom~!

-Have I mentioned how cool it is, applying similar principles to crossover power sets?

-Thanks, Dad!

-From across the universe, Castle Caucasus Kabuto answers the King's call!

-Nobuharu!!!

-Candy and Nobby, 2gether4ever!

-Awwwwww :)

-"Oh! I see~! That's wonderful!"

-Jeramie :D

-God, I love Himeno's Kikaider jean jacket.

-Well, you tried Ian.

-nods

-Good taste, all around.

-Where is our earthly melody?

-OHhhhhhhh, of course!

-That's a good reason to skip the intro.

-Yeaaaaah!!!!

-Bravery Restored.

-Ohgai Busou!

-Brave In!

-Fire!

-hehehehehehehehehe

-Muteki no Sentai~!

-Pincering Brave! King Kyoryu Red!

-Bullet Brave! Kyoryu Black!

-Armored Brave! Kyoryu Blue!

-Slashing Brave! Kyoryu Green!

-Horned Brave! Kyoryu Pink!

-Strongest and bravest! Zyuden Sentai! Kyoryuger!

-Time and space are relative concepts anyway.

-Absolutely wildin'.

-YEAAAAAAAH

-This is worth everything.

-Brave In!

-Chomp those batteries!

-Oh that's cute, even King-Ohger's sambaing down.

-Goodbye, Deboss!

-One day...

-Consider yourself on the right path, Prince!

-Daigoro...

-Amy and Daigo fuck.

-Farewell... I'm gonna miss those bug guys.

-...wait a second...

-OHHHHH THAT'S SO CUTE THEY'RE DOIN THE DANCE

-YEAAAAAAAAAH

-Oh we're back

-OH WE'RE STILL ON THE DINOSAURS

-SHUGO MASK????

-OH WELL FUCK ME, I'M NOT GONNA JUST LEAVE IT OFF THERE AM I?

-Deboss...

-Our stupid kings are now headed home.

-"Wi-fi's back on."

-A loud screech is the last thing you'd ever wanna hear on a spaceship.

-Oh, Yanma, you

-You brought a little souvenir, eh?

-Dugded is just Discord if he actually was a supervillain.

-Hello, Shugo Mask.

-"That's it, I'm going to bed."

-The kings are back, baby!

-...oh God, I hope relativity isn't coming back to bite us.

-"Booooooooooooo!"

-I swear, Hat Guy's talking like Josh Peck.

-...Hat Guy, Jesus, it has been way too long.

-His names Goroge, I know that!

-"Free jewelry for life, baby~! That's the rule of Dugded for you!"

-"Oh, oops."

-I guess most of our modern science survived out in Space.

-"Kill a king... and you get to be one too!"

-Damn, Yanma was gonna throw down.

-THEY JUST WENT OFF SCREEN, HOW'D YOU LOSE THEM

-Takes greed to know greed.

-New King?????

-Suzume-sama????

-Where is she?

-"Oh come now..."

-Alright, kinglings, let's dish out some church and state!

-DINOSAUR POWER

-Rulin' like it's 70 Million BC!

-Oh Kohgane, thank god

-Et tu, Boone?

-Shugo Kamen...

-He reversed Man in the Iron Masked us.

-"Oh well, peace is good :)"

-Left spinning their wheels in despair.

-C'mon, King Weiner!

-They shot him...

-Oh hi~!

-He's so small!

-He speaks fluent spirit!

-"Now... with the Power of the Dinosaurs! It's time for me to lead a charge! It's Morphin' Time! Energize! Unleash the power!"

-It was a much different effect, Gira had noticed, compared to King-Ohger. But if Minityra was willing to provide his aid, how could he refuse~? Breaking it down would be no small feat, but by the Gods, he'd simply have to!

-Sorry, Fly Boy! No amount of money's gonna let you step up to the King~!

-Good job~!

-Suzume's totally taken over.

-"Shut up, weiner! You're not the boss here!"

-"Oh noooooooooo~! Save me, my beloved Shugo Mask~!"

-Racules.

-Who else?

-How do you have a voice filter, your mouth isn't even covered.

-Ho man...

-Those blasted space bugs.

-There he is.

-Big Brother Racules.

-Hooo...

-You are one captivating son of a bitch.

-Racules Husty. Tremble at his name.

-Hooo....

-That's gonna be all from me tonight! I am...

-Quite tired, I'm just gonna lie down~! See you~!

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1135: Hot Fangz Strike Again (Sonic)

4:34 p.m. at Smash Direct Mall Shoe Store......

Amy: (Eyes Begins to Sparkle at the Shiny Red Boots Sitting on the Podium Front of Her, Rouge and Vanilla) Oh my gosssssh!~

Rouge: My thoughts exactly. Those are some stunning looking autumn boots.

Vanilla: (Turns to Amy) They would look wonderful on you, dear~

Amy: Right!?~ I-It's like they're specifically made for me to wear them!~ ('Sigh') But I spent a lot of stuff here today already. There's no way I have enough to pay for these boots.....

Vanilla: We can pay them for you. (Turns to Rouge) Right, Rouge?

Rouge: (Happily Nodded in Agreement).Yeah, definitely.

Amy: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Genuine Surprise as She Turns to Vanilla and Rouge Back and Forth) Really? You sure? I-I don't wanna ask too much from you guys or have you pay something for my sake.

Rouge: Oh will you relax, hon? It's your birthday today!~ (Walks Closer to the Podium) Just think of it as a nice, collaborative gift from us to y-

A woman walrus suddenly barges herself in out of nowhere and purposely swings her hips hard enough to knock Rouge over towards the pile of shoe boxes nearby.

'THWAP'

Amy/Vanilla: ('GASPS') ROUGE! (Quickly Comes Over to Rouge's Side)

Vanilla: Are you okay, dear?

Rouge: (Groans a Bit in Pain While Letting Amy and Vanilla Help Get her Back Up on her Feet and Out of the Fallen Shoe Boxes) A headache is starting to arise, but I'll live.

????: My goodness~

The trio turns to the woman in question, smugly smirking at them along with four other ladies beside her.

????: Forgive me, dear. I didn't quite see you getting close to MY red boots there.

Rouge: (Glares at the Warlus Woman While Sweeping the Dust Off of Her) Lady Walrus. I see you're as pushy as always......

Amy: (Starts Glarong at the Woman as Well) And what do you mean YOUR red boots? The three of us found those boots first!

Lady Walrus: And now you're far away from them like the slow pokes you are.

Rouge: We WERE here first until you came in and SHOVED ME!

Lady Walrus: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, you're more than welcome to play the blame game all you want. All I know is that the saying: Finders keepers, unimportant, mid class losers weapers.

Ladies: Yeaaaaah.

Amy: (Starts Getting Enraged) THAT'S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO HOW THE SAYING GOES!!

Rouge: (Starts Cracking her Knuckles in Anger) And we are FAR more important than you think, you overweight, PIECE OF-

Vanilla: (Quickly Stands in Front of Amy and Rouge While Calming Them Down) Girls, girls, please! We can find ourselves another shoe store to shop at. There's no need for either of you to get so worked up. (Turns to Lady Walrus with a Darken Glare on her Face) Especially from an entitled, nuisance like her......

Lady Walrus: As I live amd breathe! I knew that face of yours were familiar! (Forms an Somewhat Evil Like Grin on her Face) Hot Fangz.......

Rouge: (Turns to Vanilla) Vanilla, you know this woman?

Amy: And you used to be known "Hot Fangz"?

Vanilla: (Simply Nodded) That's right. Back in my college years, I used to be part of a Biker Gang. Mimsy here was a part of our rival gang.

Lady Walrus: (Comically Glares at Vanilla) Quiet, you! I do NOT go by that name anymore!! (Places her Hand on her Chest) I am a proud co founder of the Mobius Homeowners Association and should be treated as such.

Vanilla: (Raises an Eyebrow) Really? I don't think I've ever recall seeing a Homeowner Associate act this immature and petty in her 30s.

Lady Walrus: I'M ONLY 29, YOU, INSOLENT BOOB! (Casually Pushes Up her Hat) And I have far since made a proper name for myself years ago. Unlike you and that loser crocodile detective you've married-

Vanilla: HIS NAME is Vector Crocodile! (Dangerous Walks Closer to Lady Walrus) And unless you wanna know it feels to have your head repeatly fractured by the heel of a shoe, I suggest you watch your tongue and keep my husband's name and his profession out of your privileged, yuck filled mouth, right now. Mimsy.

Lady Walrus tries her hardest to maintain her posture and stand her ground. It didn't take too long for the fiery, piercing glare of her old biker gang rival, to intimate her bad enough to have her shaking in her knees before finally giving in.

Lady Walrus: F-Fine! Keep the boots! (Quickly Walks Away With her Lady Friends Following Behind With Her) It's not they were going to fit to begin it.

Vanilla: (Let's Out a Somewhat Relived Sigh) It seems some things never change, has it? (Turns By to her Two Lady Friends) I'm sorry you had to see me like this, girls....

Amy: (Smiles Brightly) Are you kidding!? That's was the most amazing display of toughness I've ever seen in my entire life!~

Rouge: (Forms an Impressed Smirk on her Face While Crossing her Arms Together) Tell me about. You are one badass lady, Mrs. C~

Amy: The way you scared that lady out if gere without lifting a single finger! (Clinch Both her Fists Together in Front of her While her Eyes Begins to Sparkle) Ooh!~ You gotta teach me how to do that one of these days, you just gotta!~

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) Easy there, dear~ I'll be more than happy to teach I know about being more assertive some other time. (Turns Back to the Podium) Right now, we need to get your those boots before-

Random Lady jumps out of nowhere and screams out "MIIIINE" as she grabs the shiny red boots from the podium before few more other ladies starts jumping in and fighting one another for them.

Vanilla: ('Sigh') A fight breaks out.....

Rouge: I was wondering when that was gonna happen.

Amy: ('Sigh') So much for having new boots for my birthday this year......

Vanilla: (Gives Amy a Reassuring Smile on her Face) We'll get you a brand new pair tomorrow. In the meantime, we better meet back up with the boys outside. Sonic says he has something very special to give.

Amy: ('GASPS') Really!?~ What is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me!~

Vanilla: Well, I can't reveal ALL the gifts he got for you, but I can safety say that one of them is him showering you with love and affection!~

Amy: Hmmm.....That sounds too basic for a birthday gift. (Smiles Brightly Again) I'll take it! (Quickly Runs Out of the Store) I'M COMING SONICCCCCCCCCCC!~

Rouge: (Turbs to Vanilla) You made that gift up, didn't you?

Vanilla: (Smiles Sheepishly) Sort of? Sonic has already informed me about the beach party being set up amd accounted for minutes ago. But I can tell he miss that girl already.

Rouge: Sonic the Hedgehog miss seeing Amy..... That's something I never thought would come out of my mouth until now.

Vanilla: Well, they haven't seen much of each other since this morning, so it's not too surprising to see one of them start missing the other.

Rouge: True. I miss my Knuckie already.....

Vanilla: I miss my husband......(Turns Back to Rouge) Wanna give them our love and affection as well?

Rouge: (Nodded in Agreement) Let's. (Quickly Runs Out the Store With Vanilla Following Behind Her) KNUCKIEEEEEEE!~

Vanilla: MOMMA'S COMING VECTOR-KIIIIINS!~

Happy Late Birthday Amy Rose!!!

@cyber-wildcat

@caleb13frede

@rechicken-and-waffles

@albion-93

[formula-fun]

(This was timestamped October 12th 😱 when I found bits of my always too long ramble in my notes; I was mostly talking about your answer to my ask on the 12th.)

Good morning! (This was really what I started with!)

Good gawd I totally forgot the other omegas on the grid🤣🤣 when I jumped down the rabbit hole of “ABO universes must be more patriarchal than real life” and “my poor baby being the one suffering the most on the grid for being an omega” and of course the waaaaaaayyyyyyyy too much talking about what I like in ABO fics.

It’s quite refreshing to remember that in your story Japan is less “only boys/alphas are deserving of the throne(literally and figuratively ”. (Still can’t believe I totally forgot about it yesterday, and it was mentioned in Capri too! One of my favorite parts!😱😱) Even though technically (please correct me if i’m wrong) ABO was created so Dean Winchester could logically get pregnant in English fics, I sometimes love the more Asian take on it: as in even in the real world, as soon as men can produce children too, the ones who could do that (like omegas in ABO) would immediately be degraded in the social hierarchy to becoming “women”. It’s a very widely used background in fics from Asian writers thus making me love a lot of fics with very strong omega characters, the whole “I am an omega but I am as strong as you(his future magnificent alpha mate). ”

“male can present as alphas or stay betas ;people born female can present as omegas or stay betas” So there is no female alphas. But if the world consists of male alphas + male betas +female betas+ female omegas, Charles is a male omega?

it’s indeed true we think very differently because half of the time is you amiably disagreeing 🤣 and I’m like nodding and pushing more into the same subject or different subjects and we just continuing on politely disagreeing. 🤣🤣🤣

The mating I do understand, since the actual “registering” happens ON each other and in bed hhahah! Do mating trigger heats and ruts for alpha/omega pairings? Since the whole biology of ABO is practically “let’s make two men having a baby as logical/easy as possible, and they should has they just mated!”.

As for spoilers! I am all for them lol, I have always been the type to want to know whether the end would be happy or sad/bad for movies or stories, and then I would decide whether I would read them (I am still on the life sucks so I shall only read stuff that makes me happy and my best friend is a lover of angst, and we bond alot over angsty stories I was “tricked” into reading that I end up recommending to her, so me reading WIP is totally growth 🤣)

——

I just checked the 2024 calendar so if the baby (yeah!) is conceived in June 2024, it looks like it’s going to happen in Austria? (June races are in Canada, Spain and Austria) At first I thought it was going to be in Monaco(late May) at home? (Why am I sticking to the real calendar when talking about characters in fiction having babies lol). I suppose too much is happening for them in Austria seriously hahahha.

You also mentioned that their baby was born early, the amount of stress for Max??? Did they speed all the way to the hospital in their Ferrari with Max “threatening” Charles their baby girl is most definitely not to be delivered in a Ferrari of all cars? Hahahhahahha

Wonder what kind of reaction the tifosi had finding out their prince/king is having a Ferrari baby?

Thank you so much for entertaining all my way too long explanations of “what I think”.

A very lovely Wednesday to you~~~~

Xoxoxoxoxooxoxo

ahhh hi hi!! Glad you found it! ill answer under the cut in case it gets long!

hahahah yeaaaaah sorry, im definitely breaking the a/b/o form a lot in this fic!! i think it's really only loosely an a/b/o fic in the first place tho--im using that as a way to explore gender, and it's become a pretty good vessel for that! there are a lot of expectations in a/b/o about how different genders are supposed to act and i KNOW thats why people like it.....it's just really fun to flip that on its head and poke at how at the end of the day they're all just people and biology doesnt dictate who they are dfjkdfkjdfjkdfk like am i doing it right? no. am i having fun? yes

and definitely! Im not asian so i can't really speak for that, i just knew from the start that certain countries would have different ideas about gender than others (just like it is in our world) and japan happened to be one of them. i do like the way it flips the script though, and you're definitely right about that meaning omegas can be stronger than alphas. it's kinda emphasizing that there's really no one truth about who anyone is and everything is fluid, especially the dynamics between two people. that's the whole bottom line with that scene with yuki, too--he thought alphas were super different but they're really kinda the same as anyone else. As for the bit about dean winchester, I have no idea if youre right but it doesn't sound wrong ;)

"But if the world consists of male alphas + male betas +female betas+ female omegas, Charles is a male omega?" charles was born female, he identifies as a man tho! same with his brothers, all the other omegas on the grid and a handful of the betas. there are also women who are alphas, who are biologically male. Gender and sex have nothing to do with each other in this universe, gender is just a form of self-expression and identity, so this is pretty common

and iiiiii do not knowwwwww to be honestttttttttt. not sure how mating works yet. We'll see! I think it can kind of be done whenever but there are probably some sort of requirements about hormones or some shit like that, like it probably relies on oxytocin or something so if there's not enough happy calm hormones being released then it wont take?? or something like that?? cause its basically the ultimate oxytocin bond right? its possible im getting too scientific about this but idk. cause in a lot of a/b/o it basically works like magic to the point people can start reading minds after and idk if thats really the direction im going to be going with this, but it's not just a bite either. we'll see we'll see, i need to figure it out still

Same with the calendar--not sure, we'll have to see. i had a plan at one point but i honestly do not remember now. I do think their first baby is conceived in a really dumb place like a sauna or a storage closet in the ferrari hospitality or the passenger seat of Max's valkyrie right after charles smacked his head on the roof and then whined for like six minutes straight while refusing to let Max look at the wound (spoiler: there was no wound. there was not even a bruise). idk why, it just feels like it adds balance to the narrative if the whole thing is dumb and ridiculous and literally not romantic whatsoever. im rejecting the 'uwu conception is beautiful and pure' notion, it's a million times funnier to me if charles gets pregnant because he tried to open a condom with his teeth but bit a hole into it instead and didn't notice or think about it until 6 months later when andrea looked at his most recent blood test results and immediately passed out

that's all i have for you!! no more spoilers, i have to go to sleep!! thanks for the ask and happy wednesday!

[ribbondee]

"SOUNDWAVE! WHAT IS THAT SMELL", Megatron asks. Soundwave responds by opening up and the Hotbox comes flooding out, pink smoke flooding the ship (they were smoking energon), getting everyone else high off their chassis.

*later*

"Optimus! We're receiving a transmission on Teletraaan 1! *answers*"

Megatron: Hiii Oppymus~ remember back on Cybertron when we pranked our superiors? Yeaaaaah that was great. *the chatter and laughter of other high Decepticons can he heard in the background, and the transmission suddenly ends*

Bumblebee: *looks towards Optimus* did that scare you too? *Optimus nods*

chat do you think the cassettes use soundwave's chest to hotbox in bc i think it would be really fucking funny if they did

[the-inky-darkness]

”Yeaaaaah. Crowds aren’t…always my thing.”

*She nods in agreement.*

“That’s fair, I’m a bit more of a wall flower..”

[the-snake-and-the-statue]

“Yeaaaaah, I’ve seen some’a that kid’s weirder artworks. It’s…concerning at times.”

*Achilles nods a little.*

[samirpanchal]

"Nah I'm sure you're plenty cool for any of my dumb jokes," he says with a smile. "Probably even too cool, really." His gaze stays on her as she talks, Samir nodding with clear interest as she explains about her DJ experience. "Definitely didn't mean to offend. Honestly, I just didn't know Aurora Bay was housing so many celebrities, or pseudo celebs, or whatever the proper term is. I mean, I guess it makes sense, though. LA isn't that far away, and this place is basically Paradise." Samir shakes his head quickly. "Oh, I am going to listen to an entire set. Imma youtube it, spotify, google, whatever it takes. And I will totally judge and give you my absolute honest opinion. Unless you're a really terrible DJ." He says the last part with a growing grin. "Then I will be like, 'Oh yeaaaaah it was really... uniiiiique,' in that gentle, nice voice parents use. Because I don't want to be a dick. But, I sure as shit can't mix or DJ or anything else like that. And obviously you aren't just some random house party DJ. So, I mean... I am genuinely expecting it to be good." His head tilts and he can't help but repeat her words. "Cinematic soundscape?" @freyjadahl

⸻ Freyja let out a soft laugh, brow raised at the mention of lobsters. ❛ Okay, that explains the lobsters. I was starting to think it was an inside joke I wasn’t cool enough to get. ❜ His reaction to Coachella made her smile — not out of arrogance, but out of amusement. It wasn’t the first time someone underestimated her.

❛ I did, yeah. One solo set, one collab. They were both wild in their own ways. ❜ She said it casually, like it wasn’t a big deal. ❛ Don’t worry, you’re not the first to assume I just spin at house parties and rooftop bars. Comes with the territory — not everyone connects the face to the name. ❜ She tilted her head slightly, watching him with faint amusement. ❛ But now I’m curious. Are you actually gonna go listen to one of my sets, or is this just the part where you pretend to be impressed? ❜ A smirk. ❛ It’s electronic, mostly. Somewhere between underground club and cinematic soundscape. Depends on the crowd — and how much sleep I’ve had. ❜

@samirpanchal