#shadowking

[gods-of-kanto]

First, nice work King, you're doing great! Second, was that Alpha's blood that they coughed up?

Congratulations! King is now Level 13!

Event End: World's Collide

@observersolverchangesall | @qpjat076 | @ask-dream-fighter-s | @wabuup | @endurusprime

[pokemon-ash-aus]

For those that don’t wanna see the original! Here is a censored version that still falls in line with that technically happens :D

[poldobs]

For those who know: the pinnacle isn't always glittering. It's where shadows crown the Champion. The Nissan Skyline GT-R R34 understands this.

[primulcalator]

Legion is still one of the best shows ever - and Switch is an underrated character.

[quinn-of-aebradore]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s all Kingsley can do to keep him out of his lap once they’re sitting because he knows he won’t be able to keep his hands to himself if he does and Caleb gets mopey when they get started without him on date nights. The last thing he wants tonight is a mopey Caleb Widogast. “Save some of yourself for Caleb, darling,” he mutters, a laugh lilting his voice, as he firmly keeps Essek planted on the lounge beside him. “You can enjoy me from here.” Or; Caleb is stuck in a meeting, Essek goes to Darktow early to wait with Kingsley, and Kingsley decides the two of them should get dressed up for Caleb. Also, they're both incredibly horny but neither want to get started without Caleb there. What could go wrong?

Originally intended as a a Wildflowers treat for @luddlestons, I fully lost control of the word count to Purple Horiness(TM) so now it's just a behemoth of a gift fic XD Luddles! I hope you enjoy the nonsense! Thank you for the SWK prompt, it was really fun to write Kingsley for once and I will definitely endeavor to write more of him from here on out 💜💜💜💜

[why-i-love-comics]

Resurrection of Magneto #3 - "Falls the Shadow" (2024)

written by Al Ewing art by Luciano Vecchio, David Curiel, & Jesus Aburtov

[gorilezart]

Ａｌｌ ｇｏｏｄ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｈｅａｄ ｎｏｗ ｋｉｄ ？

[rainbowcaleb]

FICLET FRIDAY : A Gentle Current

Prompt: on the water | Characters: Kingsley and Essek | Rating: G | Words: 454 | CW: none

The water here is nothing like the ocean. The taste of it doesn’t burn his lips, and it rocks like a mother not a monster. He could fall asleep like this, belly up and water tangling his hair. There’s just enough clouds to make things interesting, but the sky is an unfurled sail of bluest blue as long and tall as the eye can see. It’s an utterly idyllic day—

Kingsley sits up, which involves a lot of squeaking and almost capsizing. The small raft he is laying on is only as safe as he stays calm. He squints around looking for the nearest friend.

“Essek! Yes you, on shore like a coward, what does idyllic mean?”

He can see Essek close his book and look out towards the water. He’s huddled underneath an umbrella on a massive towel over the sand. He’s barely participating in the Nein’s lake vacation in Kingsley’s opinion.

“What are you shouting?” Essek shouts back.

“Idyllic!” Kingsley almost bellyflops into the water with the force of his voice.

“Yes, it is a rather perfect day!” Essek cups hands around his mouth to carry at this distance.

“Well.” Kingsley says to himself, not bothering to raise his voice again. “That’s a roundabout way to figure it out, but thanks I guess.”

It’s a funny thing, two years approaching the horizon. Two years of alive, two years of rebirth. He’s got it pretty figured out now, but once in a while his mind gives him a thing he knows he knows, but the word doesn’t quite fit the shape of the idea at first. He has to try it on, ask a friend how it looks. Usually he’s alright; it’s the doubt that makes him ask half the time. And the times when he’s wrong, well it just makes for a good story. Never again will he try to hit on a gnome in a place like Hupperdook.

His feet dangle off the raft the same way his hair does; loose and untensed, letting the water direct as it will. He’s on water most his life, these two years of life, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get sick of it. Water never stays still, it’s the one thing you can count on. Even so—

Kingsley leans his weight to one side, sliding fully into the water with a quiet splash. The crisp wet hits the heat of his sun-baked stomach and it’s a joy of contrasts. He lets go of the hand still on the raft, sinking just below the surface. He can look directly at the sun like this, the water distorting it into ripples of glow, any danger to his eyes gently broken up by the constant current.