@midniteowlet is writing another SDL post related to current times and I'm SO EXCITED to read it. And for you guys to read it as well. Because I think she makes such great points that will help us further digest these stressful times and traverse them with an easier heart.
Set in the 1960’s, an era where humans and robots coexist (albeit a little tensely), the rich reign supreme and status is everything.
Cue Y/N, engaged to one William Afton— famous, wealthy, head of a robotics company and very, very, very ambitious. Gets what he wants, when he wants it. Even if what he wants is another body to warm their bed a week before the wedding.
The day of the wedding, Y/N, all dressed up, decided they’ve had enough. And, in the heat of it all, risks everything— they run.
They run and run and run, knowing when word gets out— when William finds out— Y/N is ruined. Their reputation, public image, their dignity— all of it shattered. Still, they run, even when they know his goons are already at their heels.
In a desperate attempt at fleeing, they barge into the local bakery, startling the two robots working there, one at the ovens; the other at the display glass. They blink, stunned.
Y/N, desperate, asks them to help them hide.
And they do.
Cue hurried running through the establishment, hiding when William’s people show up asking for them, and breathing a sigh of relief when the bakers deny ever seeing them.
Cue meeting them properly (their names are Sun and Moon, from the culinary product line) and tearfully explaining your whole situation. Explaining you’re no longer good in the eyes of society, you’d be a wretch, a liar, a player, someone who no one will want to wed if William has anything to say about it—
Cue an idea. Cue a dangerous idea. Cue the desperation and the running against the clock.
The next day, they make preparations. The next day, the three of them get married.
The day after, word gets out. The day after, everyone’s eyes are set on them:
Y/N, married, terrified and with their dignity in tact.
William, furious, vindictive and with a vicious plan brewing;
Sun and Moon, robots, married, shell-shocked and with no idea what they’ve just gotten themselves into.
Togekiss, by nature, was a Pokémon that thrived off people’s happiness.
It was truly a glorious Pokémon. Feathered in a body of pure white and glittered with colours of red and blue on them, one almost found them festive if they decided to appear on joyous festivals. A Togekiss’ smile was always blooming, always bringing smiles and laughter to Pokémon and people alike. While some humans still feared Pokémon for the beast that they were, Togekiss was one of the very few creatures that people sought peace and harmony.
Not many knew about the beautiful Pokémon. Not a scant saw this rare Pokémon, but when they did, many explained that they felt inexplicable joy bloom in their hearts.
To be able to see a Togekiss would be blessing from Arceus above.
“I can’t believe you!”
That was…until one menacing merchant decided to live and make peace with the world he was in.
One woman stomped into the village entrance, stunning the gatekeepers in a mixture of bafflement and confusion. Another man followed her suit, steps not as haughty but expression cold with a glare that could pierce through very metal.
“You were being careless.”
She stopped.
One heel turned, jet black eyes drawn daggers at the tall man before her. “I was being careless?” One hand slapped her chest. “I wasn’t the one who riled up a pack of wild Paras and Parasect!” A huff was given. Harsher. Rougher as the man rolled his eyes.
The audacity.
“Don’t you feel a little bit guilty that you almost had those poor Galaxy members almost killed?” The question was toned down—just a bit—so that it wouldn’t rise suspicion from the other villagers. Arceus forbid that he already had a target on his back the second he came back into Jubilife Village.
However, Akari almost had half a mind to raise the question again in a higher pitch when she saw his guiltless grunt.
“They’re alive.” was all Volo said.
Arceus, he pissed her off.
“They can’t see for a month!” Words seethed through gritted teeth. “Volo, if it weren’t for my quick thinking, those poor members would be blind forever.” Oh, how she wished she could smack some senses into that pretty face. “The mission also almost failed because you decided to show up out of the blue.”
Arms crossed; Volo held back a twitch from his fingers. “The mission, my dear—” He leaned forward, dull gray eyes widened right at her, “—would have taken forever to complete if weren’t for me being there at the right place and the right time.” He saw her anger fume. He found it utterly adorable.
He also found it absolutely dangerous as the sight made his lips loose.
“If it wasn’t for me…you might take a whole year to finally fucking come home…”
The second Volo saw her eyes widen, he knew he fucked up.
“Are you for real?!” She shouldn’t be surprised. Akari didn’t even know why she’s still surprised. “I was on a mission! I told you I wouldn’t be home for 12 days!” Mouth dropped agape. One foot slid backwards—both out of shock and out of the power to stop herself from really smacking him in the face.
“I didn’t say I agreed.”
Oh, for fuck’s— “Yes you did!”
“I can’t remember.”
“VOLO!”
While the two humans bickered and fought and practically made a scene for themselves, two Pokémon only stood and looked from a few steps away. One was clearly hovering in distress while the other yawned in absolute boredom.
‘They don’t look happy,’ Togekiss chirped woefully, wings flapping up and down in wild rhythms.
‘No.’ Belial bit back a grin to see his Akari finally raising her right hand.
‘We need to do something!’ The Jubilee Pokémon squeaked louder when she saw Volo quickly held Akari’s right wrist. Togekiss was stuck between hovering back and forth, wanting to end their strife but lost on the ideas to end it—
‘That’s it!’ Suddenly, an idea popped in her mind. Her voice finally broke Belial’s attention from their wielders—who were now pulling off an odd dance of Akari trying to stomp Volo’s feet and the man nimbly dodging every step.
Momentarily lost in her plan, Togekiss looked at the Hisuian Tyhplosion. ‘Berries! Berries always make me happy!’ A wide smile shined on her face. ‘When Volo was upset in the past, I used to cheer him up with some berries!’
Blood red eyes blinked at the cheerful Pokémon. ‘I don’t—’
“Fuck you!”
Akari’s voice not only cut Belial off, but it also became the last straw on Togekiss’ resolution. ‘I’ll be right back!’ Black eyes briefly looked at her friends, though the sight of Volo now gripping both of Akari’s wrists and lightly lifting the violently—and hilariously—shaking woman did almost break her smile.
Almost.
‘Keep an eye on them for me!’ Giving a quick peck on Belial’s muzzle, she quickly flew off to the nearest berry tree.
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‘I’m back!’
Curled comfortably on the front porch, he looked upwards. ‘Welcome back, darling.’ A smile, honest and true, was given at her presence.
With a fairly thick branch full of berries gripped on her talons, Togekiss carefully landed in front of him. ‘I hope I wasn’t too long! I brought a lot!’ She then hovered before him, proudly showing him the literal fruits of her labour.
Belial only flashed a lazy smile.
‘Now,’ Remembering why she took the trouble to find the berries in the first place, Togekiss looked around, ‘where are those two? This will surely cheer them up!’
His lazy smile was then pursed.
‘Ah,’ He lifted his head, red eyes darted to the closed front door behind him, ‘about them…’
“Fuck!”
Volo’s voice from inside the house was heard, and it was enough to fuel the Jubilee Pokémon with panic once again. ‘I’m coming, Volo!’ Without haste, she spread her wings and took flight.
…Or was about to if it wasn’t for Belial holding the branch.
The action made her stop. Confusion now mixed anew as she looked at him. ‘Belial, let go. Volo and Akari need these berries to calm down and feel happy again!’
Thinking that he would listen and let go, Togekiss instead huffed questioningly as the male shook his head.
‘They don’t need them, my dear.’ Gently, the Typhlosion tugged the branch down, which made Togekiss hover downwards to his eye level. Belial now stood on his hind legs, paw releasing the branch. ‘I mean, they might need it for later.’
Confusion now slowly shadowed over her worries.
‘Meaning?’ she chirped, head tilted to the left and eyes switched between her mate and the noises from inside the house.
Sometimes, Belial found her oblivious nature to be quite adorable.
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“Do you know how fucking—” Pap! “—lonely I was to wake up every morning to see you not by my side?!” In and out and in and out he fucked her hard. Callous hands gripped her waist, fingers pressing into her skin as he pushed and pulled her to his very desire.
Words were void from the woman under him. An aching back arched to feel the tip of cock deep inside of her. Hands numbly gripped the futon below them, nails digging deep into the soft material.
“V-Vo—ahh—!” A pitchy moan was expelled as he hit a favourite spot. Eyes hazed and tears glistened in each corner, Akari released her grip and reached towards him with one hand. “V-Volo—close—clo—f-fuck—!” She felt her walls tightened. She felt his movements roughened. Slim, strong legs were raised as he leaned towards her. Toes curled deliciously as Akari felt him moving roughly and harshly.
To see such a feverish gaze. To see such a jutted tongue.
Pap!
Volo could only see himself in her beautiful black eyes.
Pap, pap, pap!
He loved it. “You’re mine.” To know that she loved him and only him. “No one else’s.” To know that she chose him after all they went through. “Akari…Aka—aa—ri…!” To know that she had opened his once dead heart. “Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari—!”
He loved her very much.
One hand released his grip on her waist, palm nimbly tracing down her stomach. “You’re mine…” His movements staggered. “Take me—” His hips slammed harder. “Take all of me!” Excellent fingers toyed and flicked her soaked clit. Wet, dirty sounds only drove him delirious, making him pinch and flick her clit harder until she exhaled a long moan of his name. “Akari—!”
The same hand moved upwards, sought solace with her own.
Leaning his face against her neck, Volo stilled. Strings of cum spurted inside of her, filling her womb with promise that she would never, ever leave his side.
Eyes rolled to the back, Akari saw white as she came after him. Legs voluntarily locked around his hips, locking him in place with promise that they would always, always be together. A silent moan followed suit, body trembling from head to toe and her pussy pulsated around his throbbing cock.
The scent of sex and sweat filled the room. In perspective, it should disgust the fuck out of her.
“Akari…”
Instead, it only made her heart race at the many reminders of her passionate lovemaking.
After a few shaky breaths, Volo slowly pulled himself up. Elbows rested on either side of her head. Gray eyes met a pair of dazzling blacks. Pale, parted lips huffed out heavy air that caressed her own wet mouth.
She found it silly to have Butterfrees in her stomach while also having his cock deep inside of her.
Bursting a giddy giggle, Akari gently cupped his left cheek. “I love you.” Her smile curled at the corners. “Clingy man.”
That tickled a chuckle from said man above her.
Ah, it’s sometimes frustrating to know her body trembled at the sight and sound.
“I love you too…” Carefully, Volo leaned forward. A kiss, soft and sweet, was bestowed upon smiling lips. “Stubborn woman.”
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While Togekiss didn’t need to see to know what was going on, the sounds and noises alone were more than enough to put two and two together.
A serene sigh was released. ‘At least they’re happy again.’ Truly, those two could be the most volatile humans she had ever met.
Togekiss then felt a gentle bump on her right wing.
‘I’m sure they’ll appreciate the berries for dinner later.’ Tucked on all fours, Belial nuzzled into the soft white feathers. The action brought out a giggle from the female, and this only made his smile bigger.
‘Yeah…’ Reassured that those two weren’t fighting anymore, Togekiss hopped closer and nuzzled Belial’s cheek with her own.
Togekiss, by nature, was a Pokémon that truly thrived off people’s happiness.
Even if that happiness came from the most intense couple in Hisui.
Azrael: You impede yourself, may I be kind to use such words. You are strong, powerful even, yet you misuse what you are given against foes unworthy to do battle against you.
Simbako: The fuck-it's not about worth, or any kind of dumbass, stupid, honor shit that you keep inflating your own fuckin' ego with-!
Azrael: I've witnessed you fall armies, not even I could pull off such spectacle and for feats as that, I would commend you, if your enemies met you on even ground. Poor reaction times and when they are able, they choose the same way of attacking you, and it fails every time.
Simbako: Cause they're fuckin' moronic pieces of shit dealing with a consequence-!
Azrael: You lessen yourself meeting them on lower terms.
Simbako: You don't fucking KNOW me, or anything that I go through.
Azrael: Hmm...I ask for more credit in accusation, yes? I knew you, and Friend Rayne the moment I saw you both together.
Simbako: ...what does that-
Azrael: Easy. I knew how to end you both if needed from our first greeting. To be honest, and if you're intent on insulting my ways, then I meet you in middle yes? Yours would be a menial task compared to Rayne's. I, am nowhere near such low intelligence your daily battles are riddled with.
Simbako: How did...that's not fuckin' possible, you didn't even fuckin' know how to goddamn say hi when we first saw your big blue ass, how do you-
Azrael: Friend Rayne has connections, allies in arms willing to lay themselves upon the battlefield in her name, that is only obstacle for her though. You, on the other hand, have no one, and pride yourself in being this, what you call, "lone wolf." You are much easier, a challenge I have conquered numerous times over now, from childhood, to where I am now...I take your head.
Simbako: ...!
Azrael: And crush it under my boot as far away from your remains as possible. For there, I will have my trophy from your hunt.
Simbako: ...I-I thought...I thought you kept the skulls, what the fuck-what would mine even be then, what benefit-?!
Azrael: ...your destruction. The pride in doing what no one else could do.
hello there, could you write “here is the deepest secret that nobody knows.” with tim?
A/N: here is about 1k of fluffy Tim x reader ft almost unrequited love?
here is the deepest secret that nobody knows
“Well, this is nice.”
“Um. Yes. Very…cozy.”
Tim laughs quietly, hot breath brushing against the already heated skin of your face.
Cozy was a generous word in describing the coat closet considering the fact that you and Tim Drake were currently locked in this tiny exclave of the manor amongst many jackets, several pairs of shoes, and the thudding of your heartbeat.
This choice had not been a voluntary one for either of you. It was the result of a lost bet and a mildly inebriated Dick Grayson. And, if you were being honest with yourself, it wasn’t all that bad. To everyone but Tim Drake, it was no secret that you’d fallen awfully hard for the third incarnation of the boy wonder, a comfortable friendship that had blossomed into much more. But apparently, you’re bad at conveying emotion because your adoration often manifests in the form of avoidance.
Tim smells like mint and sleepy Sunday mornings and you have to catch yourself, pinching your arm to keep from leaning further into his bubble.
“Tim?” You say meekly.
“Yes?”
“I was…wondering…”
The lighting is dim, but his eyes are still blue and bright and enigmatic, piercing your soul and sense of coherency. He arches an eyebrow. “You were wondering?”
“Can’t you just…work some of that boy wonder magic and unlock the door so we can get out of here?” You practically squeak. You want to look away from the blue, more vivid than the summer sky, but the intensity of Tim’s gaze has you rooted to the spot.
He shifts a little on his feet and the corner of his mouth curls up into a dangerous grin, practically triggering your fight-or-flight response (heavy emphasis on flight) and your posture stiffens.
“I can.”
You blink up at him expectantly, trying not to shrivel up and die beneath the weight of swirling emotions in those pretty blue eyes. You can’t read his expression clearly, but you certainly don’t have any trouble hearing him.
“But I don’t want to.”
“WHAT?”
Tim leans in closer, so close that you’re almost brushing noses. “I don’t want to work some of my boy wonder magic and unlock the door so we can get out of here.” His tone is level and he has no idea that your heartbeat is erratic.
“W-why?” Your half-whimper sounds pathetic, but you can’t help the way your nerves sing with distress, wringing your hands nervously.
His dark brows knit into a slight frown and his gaze flits to the ceiling. He inhales deeply and a little shakily.
“Because you’re always running away from me lately and I don’t know when else we’ll get a moment alone to talk.”
You freeze and the worry in your eyes makes his heart ache. “What do you want to talk about, Tim?” You ask cautiously.
His breath catches a little when you say his name, but he’s not surprised. It’s no secret that you’ve always had an effect on him, a flurry of dove wings and guitar strings and rays of summer sun. He flushes, pretty red creeping up the nape of his neck and blossoming across his cheeks. “Um. Honestly, now that the moment is upon us, I have no idea.”
You can’t help but smile at this, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You smell really nice. Like flowers or cupcakes or sunshine. A-and I can’t really think straight since you smell good and you’re smiling at me and you’re so…close.”
Tim’s eyes widen to the size of the moon and he clamps a hand over his mouth. “Oh no. Oh no. Did I just say that aloud?”
You nod yes slowly, in a daze because you can only really hear the blood rushing around in your ears, vaguely wondering about the implications of his little ramble. Tim Drake thinks you smell nice – what does that even mean? There’s a hopeful voice at the back of your head that knows very well what that means, but you smother it with doubt.
He whines your name miserably, resting his head against the closet wall with a loud thump and squeezing his eyes shut.
“Tim, w-what’s wrong?” You hiccup, frowning at his state of distress. It’s instinctive when you reach up to gently cup his cheek, but it’s also instinctive when you panic and move your hand away.
His eyes shoot open, clear and focused and cornflower blue, and he catches your wrist to keep your palm pressed against his flushed cheek. The oxygen supply is already limited in this closet and his heavy gaze wraps around your chest and squeezes your lungs. When you try to breathe, it’s only a whisper of his name suspended in uncertainty.
Of all things, Tim pouts. “Nothing’s been right lately since you started diving behind dumpsters to avoid interacting with me.” He sulks.
“Hey! That was…one time.”
His smile is sad and reverent. “One time too many, Y/N. What’s going on with you? With us?”
The words are out of your mouth before you can choke them back. “Nothing, except for the fact that I’ve been terribly in love with you for the past few months so hiding from you has been much easier than facing the possibility of rejection.”
From outside of the closet, you hear, “FINALLY!” from a chorus of voices that sounds suspiciously like Dick, Babs, and Jason.
Tim stares at you, mouth parted in surprise, eyes swirling with secrets you can only dream of knowing.
He pops your growing bubble of insecurity and fear easily, tightening his grip on your hand. “Say it again.” He nearly rasps.
“And make a fool of myself? No way, Drake!” You shake your head.
“Please,” He asks softly, melting you.
It’s your turn to sulk. “I’m in love with you, Tim Drake.”
A smile lights up his face, the sun breaking through thick storm clouds, and it reaches his eyes. They’re almost opaque now, glimpses into his sweet soul. He doesn’t even have to tell you these next words because you see them so clearly in his eyes.
“I’m in love with you, too, Y/N.”
(There’s raucous cheering from outside of the closet.)
rhythmelia replied to your photo: Chapter 4 is up! * Alexis wakes up to her phone...
apropos of nothing, but I’ve noticed that you tend to post your fics on tumblr with a screenshot of the AO3 tags that links directly to the AO3 page, and I am wondering how you do this sorcery???
Good question! It’s a feature tumblr gives you if you post a picture, as I shall illustrate.
Just hit “Upload photos” and select whatever photo you want to use; in my case I took a screenshot of the AO3 story listing, since that gives a nice easy-to-read precis of the story with tags and title and summary etc.
When you upload the picture/screencap/whatever, you then get the little icon on the bottom left:
Which is a “link” option; click on it and it give you this:
And voila! You can put a link in to your fic, to a rickroll, to whatever you’d like!
(Please note that this only works (so far as I’ve determined) when you use the post photo option at the top of tumblr, not when you just add a picture into a text post or whatnot.)
