Chapter 1: DAY 0 || PREP
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https://x.com/swirlpie/status/1839642307953672342
phightobers here.
1 character for each day, each phighter/npc/other will be placed in a ship draw in my spinny wheel thingy everyday, the ship it lands on WITH that phighter, ill write. my goal is to write everyday until november.
chapters will be posted here.
oh and during this time period, requests from my req fic are CLOSED until november!!
happy phightober!!
Chapter 2: DAY 1 || quality time : SCYTHE
Summary:
cuddles...
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Chapter 3: DAY 2 || sick
Summary:
coilpunk for day 2!!
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Chapter 4: DAY 3 || cutie!! : COILPUNK
Summary:
ily tebyalyu
COILPUNK FOR DAY 3
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coil and steampunk stood in front of the mirror, both sporting their new matching orange and blue outfits. they had ordered the same size, and the outfits clung to their muscles in all the right places. coil was already flexing, grinning wildly as the fabric stretched around his biceps, while steampunk fidgeted with his sleeves, feeling the snug fit.
“awh! rad, man!” coil giggled, eyeing steampunk with a mischievous smirk. “ye look so cute!!”
steampunk, trying to act nonchalant, raised an eyebrow. “cute? i’m supposed to look cool.”
coil snickered, nudging him with an elbow. “nah, cute’s where it’s at, buddy! though...” he squinted, tilting his head as he looked steampunk up and down. “ye look like ye should’ve got a size down! ye look so tiny!”
steampunk’s face flushed, and he tugged at the fabric that seemed to flex perfectly around his muscles, but still, coil had a point—the outfit was a tad big on him. “tiny? c’mon, man. it’s the same size as yours!”
coil’s grin widened as he puffed out his chest. “yeah, but i fill mine out perfectly! guess that extra inch does wonders, huh?”
steampunk rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but laugh. “extra inch, huh? i’ll show you who’s tiny!” he flexed his arms dramatically, the fabric stretching tight around his muscles.
coil cackled, playfully elbowing him again. “sure, tough guy. but ye’ll always be my tiny steampunk.”
"haaaayyyaaa!!!" the boxer hit him
coil laughed as steampunk smacked him, watching him dart away with that same mischievous grin on his face. "oh, ye’re askin’ for it now!" he shouted, launching himself after steampunk, who was already halfway across the room, ducking and weaving between scattered chairs and piles of gear.
“cmmre!!!” coil yelled, eyes twinkling with playful menace, his feet thudding heavily as he closed the distance. steampunk’s giggling only made it worse, fueling coil’s determination. within seconds, coil caught him by the waist, spinning him around effortlessly and pinning him against the wall, both wrists caught firmly in one of coil’s large hands.
“gotcha now, tough guy!” coil teased, leaning in with a triumphant grin as steampunk squirmed, still giggling uncontrollably.
“ha! alright, alright, i surrender!” steampunk laughed, his cheeks flushed from the chase.
coil’s grin widened, loosening his grip but still keeping steampunk pressed gently against the wall. "you could never beat me!"
"wanna bet?"
coil smirked, leaning in a little closer with that playful gleam in his eyes. "bet? awh, you’re on, tough guy!" his voice oozed confidence as he finally released steampunk, though he kept one hand casually resting on his shoulder.
coil laughed, throwing his head back as he recalled the memory. “nah, last time we fought, ye turned into a blood clot, man!” he teased, tapping steampunk’s shoulder playfully. “could barely get back up after!”
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yippie
Chapter 5: DAY 4 || ignored : STEAMPUNK!!
Summary:
coilpunk for day 4
steam ignores his booboo bear and ends up getting fucked over
not really sex tho :3
Notes:
how do i write coilpunk smut...
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steampunk sat on the edge of the sofa, arms crossed tightly over his chest as if holding himself together. the soft glow of fairy lights flickered above, casting warm, playful shadows against the walls, but none of it mattered to him. his mind was far away, tangled in the familiar weight of disappointment. it coiled around his heart, making it hard to breathe. coil had been teasing him more than usual lately, throwing out playful jabs and laughing at his expense. normally, steampunk could handle it, but tonight it stung more than usual.
what hurt the most wasn’t the teasing itself—it was the lack of the affectionate cuddles that usually followed. the warmth of coil’s arms around him, the comfort of being pulled close, reassured—it was a small thing, but it was everything to steampunk. and tonight, it was missing. instead, he felt cold, left alone with the growing ache in his chest.
coil eventually strolled into the room, as if nothing had changed. his energy was as bright and lively as ever, practically bouncing off the walls. he flopped down onto the couch beside steampunk without a care, his usual teasing grin plastered across his face.
“hey, tough boy!” coil exclaimed, his voice too cheerful for steampunk’s mood. “why are you ignoring me? did i break you or something?”
steampunk didn’t move. he kept his head turned away, refusing to meet coil’s gaze. maybe if he stayed quiet, coil would take the hint and leave him alone. but coil was never one to back off easily.
with a playful nudge of his shoulder, coil leaned in closer. “come on, don’t be like that! you know you’re my favorite cutie. what’s going on with you?”
steampunk’s frown deepened, his grip around his chest tightening. he hated that coil always knew how to get under his skin. the truth was sitting there, heavy and bitter in his throat, but he wasn’t going to give coil the satisfaction of knowing just how much his teasing had affected him. he huffed softly, trying to bury the mix of frustration and longing that bubbled beneath the surface.
coil, undeterred, scooted even closer, his playful grin never faltering. “are you really gonna sit there and pretend like you’re not bothered?” he asked, his voice softening slightly, though the teasing glint in his eyes remained. “you’re acting all broody, and i can’t let that slide. not when you’re this cute.”
steampunk bit the inside of his cheek, still refusing to look at him. he felt coil’s eyes on him, but he stayed stubborn, staring at the wall as if it held all the answers he needed.
“what if i told you i’d cuddle you if you stopped ignoring me?” coil said, voice light but with a hint of sincerity sneaking through. he leaned in even closer, so close that steampunk could feel the warmth of his breath against his neck. “would that fix it?”
the offer made steampunk’s heart skip a beat, and he shifted, scooting just a little closer without meaning to. his resolve was cracking, the yearning for that familiar warmth, that sense of belonging, pulling at him harder than he wanted to admit. but still, he didn’t speak. he didn’t want to make it easy for coil.
Chapter 6: DAY 5 || brainfryyyerr!! : PWNAFFIC
Summary:
pwnatious's dayy!!
they kiss btw
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Lord Pwnatious sat in their plush chair, the delicate porcelain teacup clinking softly as they placed it on the saucer with practiced precision. The air was thick with the scent of spiced tea, perfectly brewed, just as they liked it. They adjusted their coat, a fine, tailored garment that hugged their sharp frame. The metallic gleam of Carnage, their ever-loyal Zeta Graft bodyguard, loomed silently in the corner, ready to attend to any unwelcome visitors.
A knock echoed through the room, cutting through the peaceful ambiance. Pwnatious rolled their eyes, letting out an exaggerated scoff. “Of course. Always when I’m about to relax,” they muttered under their breath. With a dismissive flick of their wrist, they were tempted to let Carnage handle it. After all, that was what the hulking figure was there for. But something about this interruption piqued their curiosity.
Setting the teacup down with a light click, they rose from their seat, their polished heels tapping sharply against the marble floor with each step. They approached the door with an air of annoyance, ready to give whoever it was a piece of their mind. When they opened it, their perfectly arched eyebrow twitched.
Standing there, barely upright, was Traffic, slouching against the doorway with a lazy grin on his face. A cloud of smoke hung around him like a thick fog, and the unmistakable stench of weed filled the air. His bloodshot eyes were half-lidded as he took another drag of his cigarette, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"Suh' dude"
Pwnatious recoiled, waving a hand dramatically in front of their face as if to ward off the offensive odor. "What in the Queen’s name do you think you’re doing outside my shop!?" their voice rang out, crisp and biting, their British accent more pronounced with their rising irritation. "You're polluting my precious air with that… vile substance!"
Traffic blinked slowly, seemingly taking a moment to process the words. He leaned back against the doorframe, exhaling another thick plume of smoke. "Pwn... Pwnatious," he slurred lazily, a grin spreading across his face. "Did ya... forget? This place... is as much mine as it is yours, man. Ya don’t... own the whole damn street."
Pwnatious narrowed their eyes, their lips curling into a sneer. “Oh, please. I practically keep this establishment afloat while you—” they gestured dramatically at the crumpled mess that was Traffic, “—do nothing but stink up the place and contribute to absolutely nothing of value.”
Traffic shrugged, completely unfazed by the insult, and casually flicked the end of his cigarette into the street. “S’all about… chillin’, man. Y’don’t gotta take everything so seriously,” he said, scratching his head and slumping further down the doorframe.
Pwn's jaw clenched. “Chilling?! I swear, you’re a walking health violation. The only thing worse than your work ethic is your disgusting habit of poisoning my air.” They stepped back, crossing their arms as they gave Traffic a disdainful once-over.
Carnage, sensing their master’s displeasure, took a menacing step forward, its towering frame casting a long shadow over the slacker. But Traffic, as always, remained entirely oblivious.
“Man… you worry too much,” Traffic drawled, taking another hit and blowing the smoke lazily into the air. "We gotta share this space. Just... deal with it."
Pwnatious’s lips tightened into a thin line as they turned on their heel, heels clicking loudly, heading back into the shop. “Unbelievable. This is what I have to put up with! You, brainfryer...” he mumbled the last part
"Love ya too, Pwn," Traffic called after them, grinning lazily, making his way inside.
Lord Pwnatious couldn't help but grit their teeth as they heard Traffic shuffle in after them. The soft click of their heels echoed off the pristine floor, each step deliberate, composed—a sharp contrast to Traffic’s lazy, stumbling gait. They could practically feel the cloud of smoke creeping in behind them, corrupting the carefully curated ambiance of their shop.
“Do not track that... filth into my sanctuary,” Pwnatious snapped, not bothering to turn around. Their hands rested on the back of their chair, knuckles tightening in frustration.
Traffic let out a lazy chuckle. “C’mon, Pwn... it’s just a little smoke, man. Don’t gotta act all fancy all the time.”
Pwnatious spun around, eyes narrowed, their polished demeanor cracking just enough to let through the frustration boiling underneath. “Fancy is what keeps this place from turning into an utter dump! Unlike you,” they huffed, straightening their coat with a sharp tug. “Some of us take pride in our work, Traffic.”
“Pride, shmide,” Traffic slurred, slumping into a nearby chair like it was a beanbag. He lazily tapped ash from his cigarette into an empty teacup. “It’s just a shop. Chill out, yeah?”
“Just a shop?” Pwnatious hissed, their voice rising as they took a step forward. “This establishment is a masterpiece of order, taste, and class. You wouldn’t understand if it hit you in the face, which, frankly, I’m tempted to do.”
Traffic raised his hands, palms out in a half-hearted surrender, a dopey grin on his face. “Whoa, whoa, alright, Pwn, no need to get violent, y’know? I get it, this place is... special to ya. Just like this lil' guy,” he gestured to his half-burnt cigarette.
Pwnatious recoiled again, their lip curling in disgust. “How you’ve managed to run any part of this shop with your brain so thoroughly pickled is beyond me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re actively trying to drag me down with you.”
Traffic chuckled, leaning back. “Nah, man. I’m just here to keep things... relaxed, y’know? Balance out your whole... uptight vibe.”
Pwnatious threw their hands up in exasperation. “Balance?! This is what you call balance?” They gestured wildly at the smoldering cigarette and the trail of smoke wafting lazily through the air. “I can barely breathe in here!”
Carnage, towering behind them, stepped forward, its glowing eyes fixed on Traffic, as if awaiting a command to remove the intruder. Pwnatious held up a hand, stopping their bodyguard. “No, Carnage. Unfortunately, this... creature is technically my business partner.”
Traffic let out a wheezy laugh, clearly unfazed by the looming threat of Carnage. “See? We’re partners, man! You can’t get rid of me that easy.”
Pwnatious shot him a glare, their arms crossing. “Believe me, I’ve considered it.” They picked up their tea, of course it was Blackrockian.
Chapter 7: DAY 6 || sparkle!! : DOLLMAKER
Summary:
sparkledoll
https://x.com/sillykittycore/status/1842509582372913269
Notes:
IM SORRY FOR POSTING THIS LATE. MY INTERNET WENT OUT THE WINDOW
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Chapter 8: DAY 7 || nap... : GRAV
Summary:
grav x moonwalk. i love my oc so much shes so cutie patootie
grav x warp coming soon yall
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Grav walked through the familiar halls of the Blackrock facility, her mind still buzzing from the ideas she had been working on in her lab. With a slight bounce in her step, she headed towards Moonwalk's office, eager to share her progress and perhaps receive some guidance from her mentor.
As she reached the door, Grav knocked softly, peering inside. The sight that greeted her was unexpected—Moonwalk was snuggled up on her desk, her dark blue coat draped elegantly over her, partially covering her head. Her normally stern and very strict boss looked almost serene, her long gloves tucked beneath her cheek, and a few stray papers fluttering gently around her as the air conditioning kicked in. Long white hair now let down, quite unusual.
Grav couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It was rare to see Moonwalk so vulnerable, especially in her own office. She stepped in quietly, careful not to disturb the peaceful scene. Moonwalk’s blue bow was slightly askew, and her breath came in soft, even intervals.
Gently, Grav approached the desk, her heart warmed by the moment. She placed a hand on a stack of papers, half-heartedly trying to organize them while admiring the powerful woman who had inspired her to push the boundaries of invention.
After a moment of hesitation, Grav leaned closer and softly whispered, “Moonwalk… I didn’t mean to interrupt your beauty sleep, but I have some updates on the project
Moonwalk let out a soft, drawn-out yawn, her expression shifting from confusion to a sleepy bliss that made Grav's heart flutter. As she blinked a few times, adjusting to the warm light of the office, her glasses found their way onto her face, the frame accentuating her striking features. But instead of the usual sharp gaze that could command a room, her eyes were now soft and dreamy, filled with an almost innocent vulnerability.
“Uh… yes…?” Moonwalk mumbled, still caught in the haze of sleep. Her voice was slightly slurred, as if she were still drifting between dreams and reality. The moment felt almost surreal, a stark contrast to her normally poised demeanor.
“Nevermind!! Go back to sleep!! Shhhh!!” Grav insisted playfully, her tone light and teasing. She gently placed Moonwalk’s head back down on the cool surface of the desk, cradling it with a delicate touch. The weight of Moonwalk's head rested against her palm, and Grav felt a rush of affection at how peaceful her boss looked, draped in her dark blue coat.
With a soft, almost instinctual motion, Grav began to run her fingers through Moonwalk’s long white hair. The strands felt like silk between her fingers, cascading over her hand as she carefully brushed them away from Moonwalk’s face. She couldn’t help but notice how the hair shimmered under the overhead lights, catching hues of silver and blue. It made Moonwalk look ethereal, as if she were part of the very fabric of the facility itself.
“You really need to take better care of yourself,” Grav murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not a machine, you know.”
Grav’s heart swelled at the sound of Moonwalk’s small snores, a comforting reminder that even the strongest leaders needed moments of vulnerability. As Moonwalk leaned further into Grav's touch, she felt an overwhelming urge to protect this serene moment, to cherish the quiet intimacy that surrounded them.
“See?” Grav whispered, a smile dancing on her lips. “This is what you get for working yourself to the bone. A well-deserved nap!” Her fingers continued to weave through the soft strands of Moonwalk’s hair, each gentle stroke a silent promise of support and understanding. The white locks seemed to shimmer with each motion, reflecting the overhead lights in a way that felt almost magical.
Moonwalk's coat, dark blue and elegant, was slightly rumpled from her resting position. Grav couldn't help but admire the way it draped over her figure, the fabric accentuating the graceful lines of her silhouette. It was a stark contrast to the meticulous, commanding presence Moonwalk typically held. Here, she was just a woman who needed rest.
Grav paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to soak in the tranquility of the scene. The normally busy office felt like a sanctuary, a small pocket of peace amidst the chaos of their responsibilities. She shifted her weight slightly to lean against the desk, keeping her hand gently moving through Moonwalk’s hair.
Grav settled into the tranquil atmosphere of Moonwalk's office, the gentle hum of the air conditioning serving as a soft backdrop to the intimate moment. She adjusted her position slightly, careful not to jostle the desk and disturb Moonwalk’s peaceful slumber. With her palm resting against the soft fabric of Moonwalk’s coat, Grav continued to weave her fingers through the long white hair, creating a soothing rhythm that seemed to echo the serene environment.
Each stroke of her fingers felt like a quiet promise, a vow to stay with Moonwalk until she had found her rest. The strands slipped through her fingers like water, delicate and weightless, shimmering under the overhead lights. Grav found herself captivated by the way the hair glimmered, hues of silver and blue dancing in the light, creating a subtle halo around Moonwalk's head. It reminded her of the way the moonlight cascaded over the dark waves of the ocean, both beautiful and calming.
As she continued to pet Moonwalk’s hair, Grav began to notice the tiny details that made her mentor so uniquely captivating. The way her long gloves clung gracefully to her arms, the slight crinkle at the corner of her eyes when she relaxed, and the delicate curve of her lips, now slightly parted in peaceful slumber. Each detail painted a picture of a woman who was often strong and formidable but was now simply vulnerable and human.
“Sleep well, Moonwalk,” Grav whispered softly, as if her voice could carry a wave of warmth into Moonwalk’s dreams. She leaned a bit closer, feeling the warmth radiate from Moonwalk’s body, a gentle reminder of her presence. The quiet intimacy between them felt almost sacred, a moment that was just for them, away from the bustling demands of the facility.
Grav couldn’t help but smile as she watched Moonwalk’s chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm, each breath more profound than the last. “You work so hard,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “You deserve to rest, even if it’s just for a little while.”
As she spoke, Grav felt a twinge of protectiveness wash over her. She had seen Moonwalk pour her heart and soul into the work at Blackrock, the way she inspired her team to push the boundaries of invention and innovation. But in the quiet cocoon of the office, it was clear that even the most powerful leaders needed moments to recharge, to let the weight of responsibility slip away, if only for a brief period.
Grav adjusted her position slightly, settling more comfortably against the desk. She took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of Moonwalk's office—an alluring blend of polished wood, faint traces of perfume, and the unmistakable aroma of fresh paper and ink. The scent was soothing, grounding her as she focused solely on the task at hand: ensuring Moonwalk had the chance to sleep undisturbed.
With a gentle sigh, Grav allowed her fingers to trail down from Moonwalk’s hair to the side of her face, brushing against the smooth skin of her cheek. Moonwalk stirred slightly but remained nestled in her makeshift pillow, her lips curling into a faint smile at the unexpected touch. It was a small gesture, but it sent a rush of warmth through Grav, reminding her of the bond they shared.
“Just a little longer,” she encouraged softly, feeling the connection between them grow stronger in the stillness of the room. Grav had always admired Moonwalk, not only for her intelligence and leadership but also for the unwavering support she provided her team. This was a chance for Grav to return that support, to remind her mentor that she was valued and cared for, not just as a leader but as a person.
As the minutes drifted by, Grav lost herself in the soothing act of caring for Moonwalk. The rhythmic movement of her fingers became almost meditative, each stroke calming her own racing thoughts. She felt the burdens of her day slip away, the stress of deadlines and expectations fading into the background. Here, in this moment, it was just them—no deadlines, no pressure, just a mentor and her eager student sharing a moment of peace.
“Moonwalk, you’re doing amazing things,” Grav murmured, her voice a soft balm in the quiet office. “But even the best leaders need to recharge.” She could almost imagine Moonwalk smiling in her sleep, a serene expression resting on her face, and it filled Grav with a warmth she couldn’t quite articulate.
Gradually, Moonwalk began to settle deeper into her sleep, her breaths evening out as Grav continued to comfort her. The moments of silence felt sacred, a reminder of the trust they shared. Grav was acutely aware that she was the only one in this moment, a guardian of the peace that enveloped them.
As time passed, the outside world continued to bustle with the day’s activities—footsteps echoed down the hall, the faint sound of voices floated in and out—but in Moonwalk’s office, all of that faded into a distant murmur. Grav remained vigilant, ensuring that no one would intrude upon this serene moment, keeping a watchful eye on the door while her fingers continued to glide through Moonwalk’s hair.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Grav felt Moonwalk shift slightly beneath her touch, her eyelids fluttering open slowly as she blinked away the remnants of sleep. Her gaze met Grav’s, and for a fleeting moment, there was a quiet understanding between them—an acknowledgment of the bond they had forged through the simple act of care.
“Mm… did I fall asleep?” Moonwalk mumbled, her voice still thick with the remnants of slumber. She blinked a few times, trying to clear the sleep from her mind, her glasses slightly askew on her nose.
“Go back to sleep!!” Grav insisted, placing Moonwalks head back down "Do it!!"
"Ah, very well..."
Notes:
guess who joined a pro server for the first time and got so scared they had to delete roblox and scream "ONE OF US"
thats me, i hate mobile lag :3
Chapter 9: DAY 8 || dream on. : GRAFFITI
Summary:
graffiti vs emo spraypaint
Notes:
i actually hate this i cant write them and i wont ever AGAIN.
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Chapter 10: DAY 9 || medKITTEN : SUBSPACE (because i dont wanna spray paint.)
Summary:
KITTY KIUYTSTGSVBGDHJE
Notes:
subspace has a cat it WILL be canon. his names shadow, (as in shadow from sonic)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Notes:
EGGO
Chapter 11: DAY 10 || food...? : OFFICE BLOXXER
Summary:
banbloxxer for the win baby
ban buys his future boyfriend some burger king. bloxxer TWEAKS OUT.
Notes:
day 10 fujckkk yeahh
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Officer Bloxxer slumped back in his chair, the weight of another long, monotonous shift dragging down his every movement. His finger hovered over the alarm button before he pressed it with a sharp exhale, the soft beeping echoing in the dimly lit room. The whole precinct felt lifeless, the flickering overhead lights doing little to alleviate the stale atmosphere.
“Same shitty job, different day,” he muttered to himself, rubbing his temples as he stared at the clutter of reports and paperwork spread across his desk. The incessant buzzing of the job always left him with little time to think about anything else. He adjusted his uniform out of habit. His blue dress shirt was neatly tucked into his grey dress pants, which fit snugly against his curves, a reminder of the professional image he needed to uphold. The fabric of his black tie felt familiar as he straightened it, ensuring that his uniform was crisp, neat, and presentable. The small gleaming pin on his chest, a symbol of his rank, caught the light, while the lanyards around his neck jingled softly as he moved. His police hat sat comfortably on his head, completing the look.
Just as he was about to zone out completely, the ground beneath him began to tremble. The heavy, deliberate thuds of someone—no, something—approaching shook the walls, growing louder with each step. Bloxxer glanced up from his desk just in time to see a familiar figure round the corner, the very sight of which made his breath catch in his throat.
Banhammer.
His boss—a demi-god in every sense of the word—towered over him like a walking mountain. Clad in shining purple and silver armor that glistened even in the dim light, Banhammer's presence filled the room with an aura of sheer power. The intricate details of his armor, from the runes etched into the silver plating to the amethyst glow that pulsed through the seams, made Bloxxer feel small by comparison. Each step Banhammer took caused the armor to click and hum softly, the sound an almost musical contrast to the warden's imposing form. Resting on his broad shoulder was his massive namesake hammer, gleaming menacingly as if it weighed nothing.
Without a word, Banhammer reached into a large, grease-stained paper bag and pulled out a familiar sight—a warm, fragrant Burger King meal. The aroma of fried food hit Bloxxer like a wave, his stomach growling audibly in response.
“Got ye sum' food,” Banhammer rumbled, his deep voice reverberating in the small office. He extended the fast food bag toward Bloxxer with a casualness that belied his towering figure.
Bloxxer's eyes widened, sparkling with surprise and pure joy. His heart raced as he stared at the offering, hardly believing what he was seeing. “Boss!? Reallyyy??” he gasped, barely able to contain the excitement in his voice.
“Ye,” Banhammer replied with a simple nod, his expression as stoic as ever. He smirked slightly, the hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched Bloxxer’s face light up. The warden’s imposing nature didn’t soften, but there was an unmistakable, unspoken camaraderie between the two.
Officer Bloxxer’s reaction was immediate. The moment Banhammer handed him the bag of fast food, a flood of emotion washed over him, and he couldn’t help but let out an excited squeal. His eyes sparkled even more, and before Banhammer could say anything else, Bloxxer dropped to the floor with a dramatic flair, hugging the bag of Burger King to his chest as if it were a sacred relic. He muttered rapid thanks under his breath, practically worshipping the greasy meal like it was a gift from the heavens themselves.
The smell of the fries and burger wafted up from the bag, intensifying the almost religious devotion he showed. “I... I can't believe it! Real food! This is... this is it!” he whispered, his voice reverent. He glanced up at Banhammer, his wide, sparkling eyes full of gratitude as he continued to sit cross-legged on the floor, almost in a state of prayer.
Banhammer, towering above him, merely raised an eyebrow at the display, the faintest hint of a chuckle escaping him as he watched his subordinate. Despite the warden's imposing presence, he couldn’t help but be slightly amused by Bloxxer's over-the-top reaction.
Bloxxer clutched the food to his chest, his face lighting up with pure joy as if he’d just received a divine gift. “Thank you, boss! Thank you! This... this is everything!” He rocked back and forth, still sitting on the floor, all focus now on the precious meal in his hands.
Bloxxer carefully reached into the bag, his fingers trembling with anticipation as he pulled out a single golden fry. It was warm and perfectly crisp, glistening with just the right amount of salt. He held it up for a moment, eyes wide, as if savoring the sight before slowly bringing it to his lips.
The second he bit into it, his whole body seemed to melt. His eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned back, letting out a long, satisfied hum. “Ohhh... my... that’s so goooood...” he whispered, the sound barely escaping his lips, as though he were in some sort of blissful trance.
The fry tasted like a slice of heaven itself, the salty warmth melting on his tongue. Bloxxer sat there, almost limp, overcome with joy as he savored every chew. For a moment, the stress of the job, the dull flicker of the overhead lights, the monotony—all of it disappeared, and there was only the fry. His head tilted back, his lips curled into a serene smile as he let out a soft, contented sigh.
As soon as Bloxxer took another bite, his excitement surged to a whole new level. He practically launched himself off the floor, the fast food bag clutched tightly in one hand as he bolted toward Banhammer, unable to contain himself any longer.
“IITTSSS SOOO GOOODDD!” Bloxxer squealed, flinging his arms around Banhammer in a sudden, exuberant hug. The sheer force of his enthusiasm caught Banhammer off guard, though the towering demi-god didn’t even budge, his massive frame steady and unshakable. Bloxxer clung to him like a child who’d just discovered the wonders of a sugary snack, pressing his cheek against Banhammer’s chest plate.
Banhammer blinked, staring down at the small figure now wrapped around him, a mixture of amusement and mild exasperation flashing across his face. “Man...” he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of fondness. “Yer actin' like ye’ve never had a meal before.”
But Banhammer couldn’t help but let out a hearty chuckle, his large, armored hand resting gently on Bloxxer’s back as if to acknowledge the hug without fully committing to the sentimentality of it. The metallic sound of his armor clicking against Bloxxer’s head was surprisingly comforting.
“I knew ye liked yer food,” Banhammer continued, shaking his head with a grin. “But ye’re actin’ like this here burger’s somethin’ magical.”
After a few more moments of clinging to Banhammer like a happy child, Bloxxer finally released his grip and practically skipped back to his chair. He plopped down with a satisfied grin, his heart still racing with excitement from the food and the shared moment with his boss. The Burger King bag sat proudly on his desk, like a trophy.
Bloxxer wiped his mouth, straightened his uniform once more, and leaned back in his chair, feeling more energized than he had in days. The dull hum of the office, the flickering lights, and the monotony of his job didn’t seem so bad anymore. It was as if the meal had sparked a newfound motivation inside him, reigniting his focus.
With a determined glint in his eyes, he glanced at the various reports scattered across his desk and cracked his knuckles. “Alright,” he muttered to himself, a grin still playing at his lips. “Let’s get this done.”
Banhammer watched from the doorway, his hammer resting lazily on his shoulder, still smirking at Bloxxer’s newfound enthusiasm. “Look at ye now, all fired up over a meal.”
Bloxxer glanced back, a playful glint in his eyes. “I haven’t tasted... the outside since I started this job... oh dear heavens...” He shook his head, his laughter bubbling up as he stared at the fast food bag. “This is more than just a meal. It’s a reminder of what I’ve been missing out on!”
Chapter 12: DAY 11 || work-routine : WARP
Summary:
THEY DEFIED GRAVITY
Chapter Text
The lab was quiet for once, the usual hum of chaos replaced by focused concentration. Warp and Grav were deep in their experiment, surrounded by meticulously arranged equipment. The two had been working on this for weeks—honing, recalculating, and perfecting their concept to bend the laws of gravity. Every piece of machinery, every wire, was precisely where it needed to be. They’d learned from their previous mistakes, the small disasters, and near-explosions. Now, it was time for the final test.
Grav adjusted a control panel, her eyes darting between the screens, tracking energy levels, mass distortions, and gravity fluctuations. “Alright, Warp, we’re almost ready. Everything looks stable so far.”
Warp, for once, was silent, her usually chaotic energy channeled into laser-sharp focus. She was adjusting a pair of gravity amplifiers, her brow furrowed. “Grav, the stabilizers are set. You think we’re actually gonna pull this off?”
Grav glanced up, offering a small, confident smile. “Yeah. I think we’ve got it this time.”
Warp nodded, excitement bubbling beneath her calm exterior. This was it. The culmination of weeks of work. “Alright... let’s bend some gravity.”
With a flick of a switch and a low hum that steadily grew louder, the experiment began. The energy in the room shifted, the gravitational field warping and bending in ways that would have seemed impossible before. The air felt lighter, and objects in the lab began to hover off the ground, their weight no longer tethered to the Earth. Tools, papers, even a heavy metal crate floated effortlessly in midair, defying everything they knew about the laws of physics.
Grav carefully monitored the readings, her heart racing as the numbers confirmed their success. “It’s working, Warp... we did it.”
Warp’s face broke into a wide grin. “We actually bent gravity! This is insane!”
The room was like a dreamscape, objects floating freely around them, weightless. The two watched in awe as their experiment unfolded perfectly before their eyes. They had done it—not an explosion, not a malfunction—just pure, scientific brilliance.
Suddenly, the door slid open, and in stepped Moonwalk, head of Blackrock, and unnervingly scary. Her presence immediately shifted the atmosphere. The two girls exchanged quick, nervous glances, bracing themselves. They knew Moonwalk wasn’t one to hand out compliments easily, and while their experiment was going flawlessly, they had been in this position before.
Moonwalk’s brow was furrowed, as if she were already expecting a disaster. She took a few steps in, prepared to start scolding them, but as she lifted her gaze and saw the floating tools, papers, and equipment suspended gently in the air, her expression froze. Her stern look softened into something like awe.
For a moment, Moonwalk said nothing, her eyes widening at the surreal sight. The gravitational field had been manipulated so perfectly, it defied belief. The objects floated weightlessly, defying every known law of physics, all controlled within the room’s confines. There were no explosions, no uncontrolled chaos, just a controlled masterpiece of scientific precision.
“... What is this?” she asked, her voice low, but carrying that familiar edge of authority.
Grav straightened up immediately, feeling her heart race. This wasn’t like their usual messes—this was something to be proud of. “Uh... we bent gravity, Moon,” Grav said, unable to hide her nervousness but also her excitement. “It actually worked this time.”
Warp, ever the bold one, jumped in with a grin. “Pretty sweet, right? We didn’t blow anything up!”
Moonwalk walked further into the room, her eyes still scanning the scene with meticulous detail. Slowly, she reached out, touching a screwdriver that was gently floating in the air. She gave it the slightest push, watching it drift effortlessly. Her gaze hardened, but it wasn’t with anger or disapproval—this time, it was sheer focus.
After a long pause, Moonwalk spoke, her tone sharp but quieter than usual. “I’ve never seen anything like this. Not from either of you, and not from anyone else. You’ve... you’ve actually bent the laws of gravity.”
Grav blinked, holding her breath. Moonwalk never sounded this impressed.
“And you didn’t destroy the lab?” She added, a slight edge creeping into her voice.
Warp couldn’t help herself, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Nope! Not a single thing broken! We’re turning over a new leaf.”
Moonwalk’s eyes flicked to Warp, and she gave her a stern look. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Just because you pulled this off once doesn’t mean you won’t revert to your usual chaos next time.”
Grav tensed, though she couldn’t hide her pride. They had worked so hard for this, and Moonwalk wasn’t one to shower them with praise, but hearing this was already more than they usually got.
Moonwalk took a deep breath, her tone staying firm. “I’ve told you both before that messing around in the lab without a clear plan leads to disaster. But today…” she paused, clearly gathering her thoughts, “you’ve shown that you’re capable of more than reckless experiments.”
Grav’s heart fluttered. Moonwalk was always tough, never the type to dole out compliments lightly. But these words, even delivered with that stern, commanding tone, meant everything to her. It was like receiving gold from a miser who rarely opened their vault.
“You actually did something right this time,” Moonwalk continued, her gaze locking onto Grav in particular. “I’ve seen your potential for a long time, Grav. You just needed to focus. If this is what happens when you finally apply yourself, then I expect more of it in the future.”
Grav blushed, nodding quickly. “I will, Moon! I swear!”
Moonwalk gave her a sharp look but softened just a little. “You’d better. I don’t want to have to clean up after another one of your messes.”
Warp couldn’t hold back her excitement. “So... that means you’re impressed, right? We’re geniuses?”
Moonwalk sighed, her sternness barely concealing a smirk. “Let’s not start inflating your ego, Warp. This was good, but if you two keep this up, then maybe—just maybe—you’ll actually live up to your potential.”
Warp beamed. “I’ll take that as a yes!”
Moonwalk shook her head, but there was a hint of pride in her eyes as she looked around the lab again. “Just... don’t expect praise every time. You still have a lot to prove.”
Grav felt like she was floating, more so than the objects in the room. Moonwalk’s praise—however stern and calculated—was something she never thought she’d hear. And though it came with a warning, the words still meant the world. Moonwalk believed in them.
Warp puffed out her chest. “Don’t worry, Moon Boom!! We’ll blow your mind every time.”
"Uhuh..."
Chapter 13: DAY 12 || "see if ya can beat these bad boys!" : JETPACK [PHIGHTING SONA]
Summary:
ssooo phighting sona!!
her names jetpack, gears jetpack :3
Chapter Text
PROFILE
- NAME : JETPACK
- NICKNAMES : JET (by boombox, skateboard & slingshot), DEADMAN (by hyperlaser)
- PRONOUNS : SHE/HER
- HEIGHT : 5'6"
- AGE : 23
- BIRTHDAY : DEC 26
- GEAR : JETPACK 1987, NEON PINK, BLUE, YELLOW & GREEN.
LORE
PERSONALITY
- VERY EXTROVERTED
- SILLY N' ENERGETIC
- EXTREMELY FUN (according to boombox)
RELATIONSHIPS
- BOOMBOX (BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE) "heyya boom! hows tha' party goin!?" - JETPACK
- HYPERLASER (ONE SIDED RIVALRY but she doesnt know cause shes having 'too much fun' to notice) "whats up buttercup! hah! lighten up oldie."
- SHURIKEN (FRIENDS) "shuri!!!!!" - JETPACK
- SKATEBOARD (BEST FRIEND) "skate! how are those 'awesome and rad' kickflips goin?" - JETPACK
- SLINGSHOT (FRIEND) "ya may be fast! but not faster than me sling!!" - JETPACK
- ROCKET (RIVAL ) --- "you may be able to stay in the air for a split second and throw yer baby missiles but can ya' do this!?" - JETPACK
APPEARANCE
JETPACK'S APPEARANCE IS AS VIBRANT AS HER PERSONALITY. SHE WEARS A HOT PINK JETSUIT THAT SHINES WITH NEON YELLOW AND GREEN VIRTUAL EMBEDS, CREATING A GLOWING, FUTURISTIC LOOK. ON HER HEAD, SHE ROCKS A NEON YELLOW HELMET WITH PINK GOGGLES OR VISORS THAT ADD A FUN, FLASHY TOUCH. HER JETPACK, THE KEY TO HER FLIGHT, HAS A PINK STAR IN THE CENTER, AND ITS OTHER SECTIONS BURST WITH BRIGHT YELLOW, GREEN, AND BLUE COLORS. SHE COMPLETES THE LOOK WITH PINK SHOES AND BLACK GLOVES, MAKING SURE SHE’S AS STYLISH AS SHE IS FUNCTIONAL. HER LONG, FLUFFY WHITE HAIR IS ALWAYS TIED INTO A PONYTAIL TO KEEP IT IN CHECK WHILE SHE FUCKING LEVITATES AND FLYS.
LORE
jetpack and rocket were at it again, their voices echoing through the air as they argued, both refusing to back down. the latest race had ended in another dispute, with neither willing to admit defeat. rocket, leaning casually against a wall, flashed a smug grin that only made jetpack’s blood boil more.
“you know i won, fair and square,” rocket said with a cocky shrug, his words dripping with arrogance.
“you call that winning? you cut me off right before the finish line!” jetpack snapped, her eyes blazing with fury, her fists clenching at her sides. the tension crackled between them, thick as a summer storm, and without warning, she lunged at him, her muscles coiling like a spring, ready to strike.
but before she could get even a step closer, boombox darted in and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her back with all his strength. “whoa, whoa, calm down, jetpack!” he said, his voice strained as he struggled to hold her. she thrashed in his grip, her feet kicking at the ground in frustration, trying to break free.
“let me at him!” she yelled, her eyes locked onto rocket like a predator eyeing its prey, wild and fierce. “he totally cheated, and he knows it!”
rocket just stood there, arms crossed and grinning wider. “if you can’t handle losing, maybe you shouldn’t race,” he taunted, clearly enjoying every second of it, his confidence like a beacon in the face of jetpack's fury.
boombox tightened his hold, gritting his teeth as jetpack fought against him. “seriously, jetpack, let it go! he’s not worth it!” he urged, his voice pleading now, the strain of holding her back evident in his expression. despite his own strength, jetpack’s fury felt like an unstoppable force, an electric current surging through her.
“he’s going down!” jetpack growled, her long white ponytail swishing wildly as she twisted and turned, the determination in her eyes burning brighter. “i’m not letting him get away with this!”
with a sudden burst of strength, jetpack broke free from boombox's grip, her adrenaline surging. she charged at rocket with fierce determination. before he could react, she threw a punch that landed squarely on his shoulder. the impact was enough to send him stumbling back, his confident grin faltering for a moment, surprise flashing across his face.
“what the—?” rocket exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder and staring at jetpack in disbelief. “you actually hit me!”
“that’s what you get for being a sore loser!” jetpack shot back, a triumphant spark igniting in her chest as adrenaline coursed through her veins. she felt a rush of satisfaction, knowing she’d finally made her point.
but instead of backing down, rocket's eyes narrowed, the smirk returning to his lips. “oh, it’s on now,” he said, rolling his shoulders as he squared up to her, ready for a fight.
jetpack, fueled by her anger and the thrill of battle, tore off her jetpack and dropped her gear onto the ground with a decisive thud. “fine! let’s do this without the tech,” she declared, her voice steady, determination radiating from her.
boombox’s visor glowed an assortment of colors, a desperate attempt to diffuse the situation. “jetpack, wait! are you sure about this?” he called out, concern etched across his features. he had seen rocket in action before, and the unpredictable nature of their brawls made him uneasy.
rocket laughed, his confidence unwavering as he cracked his knuckles. “you really want to take me on like this? this is gonna be fun!” he sneered, the challenge fueling his ego even more.
jetpack didn’t hesitate. she lunged forward, throwing a fierce combination of punches that rocket barely dodged. his reflexes kicked in, and he countered with a swift jab to her side. she twisted away, her agility allowing her to escape the blow, and they began to dance around each other, trading strikes and dodges with fierce intensity.
“not bad, but you’ll have to do better than that!” rocket taunted, his voice dripping with mockery as he landed a quick punch to her cheek that sent her stumbling back. the sting resonated through her, but she shook it off, her focus unwavering.
jetpack clenched her jaw, determination etched on her face. “you think you can take me down so easily?” she replied, charging back at him with renewed vigor. with a swift movement, she landed a hard kick to his midsection, causing him to grunt as he doubled over, the wind knocked out of him.
rocket retaliated quickly, recovering from her kick. he caught her by surprise with a swift uppercut that knocked her head back, sending a jolt of pain through her skull. she felt the sting but pushed through the pain, adrenaline blurring the edges of her focus as she leaned into the fight.
they exchanged blows fiercely, neither willing to give an inch. punches and kicks flew like sparks in a storm, their bodies moving in a chaotic dance of energy and fury. boombox watched from the sidelines, torn between excitement and concern. “you guys need to cool it! this isn’t how you settle things!” he shouted, but his words were drowned out by the sounds of their fight—the thuds of fists connecting, the grunts of effort, and the rhythmic sounds of their heavy breathing.
jetpack ducked under a wild swing from rocket, retaliating with a quick jab to his ribs. she could feel the heat rising in her chest, the thrill of battle invigorating her, but she knew she had to stay focused. rocket was fast, but so was she. every movement counted, and she wasn’t about to back down now.
“come on, jetphuck! show me what you’ve got!” rocket taunted, a fierce glimmer in his eyes as he circled her like a predator. she took a deep breath, channeling all her energy into her next move, ready to prove once and for all that she could take him down.
she feinted to the left, causing rocket to overextend himself, and in that split second, she seized the opportunity. with a swift, powerful swing, she connected her fist with rocket’s jaw. the impact reverberated through her arm, and he staggered back, surprise written all over his face.
“that’s for cutting me off!” jetpack declared triumphantly, watching as rocket lost his balance and finally hit the ground, landing with a thud. he groaned, trying to shake off the disorientation, but the fight had clearly left him.
jetpack stood over him, chest heaving, her adrenaline still racing. she couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of him on the ground, her victory palpable in the air. “ya can’t hit a woman,” she barked, her voice dripping with playful sass, a grin breaking through her earlier intensity.
rocket glanced up at her, a mix of disbelief and respect in his eyes. “okay, okay, I get it. you’re tough,” he admitted, still catching his breath, the playful arrogance in his tone replaced by a begrudging admiration.
“next time, remember who you're dealing with,” jetpack shot back, a triumphant gleam in her eye. she couldn’t help but feel proud, knowing that she had stood her ground and emerged victorious.
“ok! boom! let’s go get some milkshakes!” she giggled, linking arms with her best friend, her earlier rage dissipating into laughter. her energy was contagious, and boombox couldn’t help but grin back at her enthusiasm.
“you really took him down, didn’t you?” he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief as they turned away from rocket, who was still lying on the ground, groaning and nursing his bruised pride.
“of course! ya know me; I’m not one to back down from a challenge,” jetpack replied, her voice bubbling with excitement as they walked together, their footsteps echoing against the pavement.
boombox laughed, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “just don’t go too hard on the milkshakes, okay? we don’t need a rematch in the diner!”
jetpack winked at him, her energy infectious. “tehe!! all cause of street fighter man!"
Notes:
:3
Chapter 14: DAY 13 || feral creature!!!: VOID STAR
Summary:
banhammer tries feeding her. he gets bitten
Chapter Text
Ban Hammer cautiously approached Void Star's cell, the heavy plate of food in his hands feeling almost useless in light of the feral creature behind the bars. Her eyes gleamed with a primal hunger, not for the food he offered, but for him. As soon as the plate passed through the bars, she lunged forward. Her teeth clamped onto his armored arm, and Ban Hammer barely had time to pull away. The sickening crunch of metal and skin gave way to sharp pain as blood began to flow.
“Damn it!” he roared, stumbling back and gripping his arm where her bite had punctured through. Blood trickled down, staining his once-pristine gauntlet. The deep bite marks throbbed, a grim reminder of Void Star's untamed nature. He scowled at her, his patience wearing thin.
Void Star, wild-eyed and unfazed, leaned closer to the bars, licking her lips with a satisfied snarl. She made a series of gurgling noises that sounded like a mix of growls and gibberish—“Grrrgluh! Hargh! Grrgll!”
Clenching his jaw, he pressed his hand to the wound, trying to stifle the bleeding. “I said, yer never goin' te change," he growled, more to himself than to her.
Void Star's gaze sharpened, and she emitted a series of frantic, incomprehensible gurgles. “Hrrrggg! Grrruuhh! Gahh!” Her head tilted, the wildness in her eyes suggesting an insatiable desire.
Ban Hammer scoffed, stepping further out of her reach. “Yeah, tha’s right," he muttered, frustration bubbling over. “Yer a damn lost cause."
But Void Star grinned, a twisted smile that sent chills down his spine. She gurgled again, the noise rising in pitch. “Grrgghh… more! Grrguh! mrooe!! bberrttee!”
“What, ye want more of me?” Ban Hammer shot back incredulously, disbelief mingling with anger. “Yer outta yer mind!”
“Grrgluh! More! Stay!” she urged, pressing closer to the bars, her eyes glinting with a predatory excitement. “Gahhh! Grrglah!”
He shook his head, backing away. “I’m not a damn snack, Void Star!”
“Snack? No! More! Grrgll! You comeeneneje, I bitrreehehe, you stadsuwudjy!” she gurgled, her tone thick with insatiable hunger.
Ban Hammer felt a shiver run down his spine, knowing full well he had to tread carefully. “Yeah, well, keep dreamin’. I’m not sticking around for a second helping,” he said, trying to mask his unease with bravado.
Suddenly, without warning, she lunged again, her movements swift and predatory. Her jaws clamped down harder than ever before, and Ban Hammer gasped as the sharp edge of her teeth pierced through the armor and into his flesh. The pain was intense, a burning sensation that shot through his arm, mingled with the cold realization that she was stronger than he had anticipated.
“Grrrghh! More!” she growled, her gurgling voice thick with desire as she sank her teeth deeper, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. Ban Hammer struggled to pull away, but her grip was unyielding, her wild eyes fixated on him as if he were the only thing that mattered in the world.
Chapter 15: DAY 14 || painting!! <3 : DUCKY
Summary:
icedagger, lightblox and ducky paint!!
Chapter Text
the day started with lightblox, icedagger, and ducky gathering together for a calm, creative activity—painting. it was lightblox’s idea, though she was a little nervous suggesting it. her neon blocks flickered a soft yellow as she quietly set up the easels. “i-it could be fun, right?” she asked, her voice a little unsure but hopeful. she always had this gentle, shy energy about her, like she was glowing softly, but always on the edge of dimming if she felt too anxious.
ducky, on the other hand, bounced over to the painting station with her usual enthusiasm. her feathers fluffed up, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. “this is going to be awesome!” she chirped, her voice as bright and lively as ever. ducky was always like that—so nice, so full of energy and positivity that it made everyone around her feel good. “we can paint whatever we want, right? i’m gonna paint something super cool!”
icedagger followed behind them, giving lightblox a reassuring smile. “don’t worry, this’ll be fun,” he said warmly. though he was known for his cool exterior, icedagger was incredibly friendly, always making an effort to keep his friends comfortable. lightblox seemed to relax a little, her glowing blocks flickering in a softer, more peaceful rhythm. “o-okay,” she nodded shyly, feeling a bit more at ease.
they all grabbed their brushes, each ready to bring their own personality to their canvas. ducky, as always, dove in first. “look at this!” she said proudly, already splashing vibrant colors across her canvas. she painted big, bold shapes—a mix of bright feathers, wide eyes, and goofy expressions. “it’s me, but cooler!” she quacked, and the others couldn’t help but laugh. her energy was contagious, and her painting, though wild, was full of life, just like her.
lightblox, still a bit nervous, quietly dipped her brush into soft pastels. she began painting small, delicate shapes—tiny glowing stars, soft waves of light that seemed to shimmer on the canvas. “i like it,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else, though icedagger overheard and smiled.
“you should. it’s beautiful,” he said gently, his own brush moving in smooth, confident strokes. his painting started with cool, icy blues and whites, capturing the calm beauty of a snowy landscape. even though his art had an edge of coldness to it, there was something undeniably warm about it too—just like his personality. he worked steadily, but his friendly nature showed in every soft curve and line he added.
“icedagger, that’s so cool!” ducky chirped, hopping off her stool to get a closer look. “it’s like winter, but cozy!” she added, her wings flapping happily.
lightblox smiled softly at their exchange. she admired icedagger’s ability to be so open and friendly, something she always struggled with. but being around friends like him and ducky made it a little easier. they never pushed her too hard, always making her feel safe. she glanced over at ducky’s chaotic but charming painting and couldn’t help but giggle. “it’s very... you,” she said softly, her voice full of affection.
“i know, right?” ducky beamed, her feathers puffed up proudly. “we’re all so different, but our paintings look great together!”
icedagger nodded. “exactly. it’s like they complement each other, kind of like we do,” he said warmly, glancing between his two friends. his icy demeanor seemed to soften even more in moments like this, when he could feel the bond between them.
as the afternoon passed, they continued to paint and laugh, the room filled with warmth and color. lightblox slowly grew more confident, her painting becoming brighter and more detailed as she got lost in the peacefulness of the moment. ducky, of course, kept everyone laughing with her antics, splattering paint here and there, but in a way that made everything feel more fun, not messy.
when they finally stepped back to look at their finished pieces, they all smiled. ducky’s painting was a wild burst of color and personality, icedagger’s was calm and cool but with an unexpected warmth, and lightblox’s glowed softly, delicate and lovely, just like her.
“this was really nice,” lightblox said quietly, a shy smile spreading across her face. “i’m glad we did this.”
“me too,” icedagger agreed, his friendly grin making her feel even more at ease. “we should do it again sometime!!”
“definitely! next time, let’s paint something even crazier!” ducky quacked excitedly, already thinking about their next adventure.
they left their paintings to dry, their hearts feeling light and full, knowing that even though they were all so different, together they made something beautiful.
Notes:
<3
Chapter 16: DAY 15 || woah! balloons!! : SPARKLEDOLL
Summary:
i am not writing carnage and pwnatious pity party so have THIS instead.
Chapter Text
Sparkles snuggled closer to Dollmaker, settling into the cozy nook created by her girlfriend's smaller frame. The jester’s vibrant hair spilled over Dollmaker’s bandaged shoulder, and she nestled her head against the soft fabric of Dollmaker's dress.
“Isn’t this perfect?” Sparkles sighed contentedly, a wide smile gracing her lips. She could feel the gentle rise and fall of Dollmaker’s chest, a soothing rhythm that wrapped around her like a warm blanket.
Dollmaker, ever still and silent, shifted slightly, pulling Sparkles in tighter as if to say, "Yes, it is." The warmth of their bodies mingled, creating a little bubble of comfort that seemed to ward off the chill of the world outside.
Sparkles sighed happily, intertwining her fingers with Dollmaker's, the soft bandages brushing against her skin. “I could stay like this forever,” she murmured, her voice dreamy. “Just you, me, and all your cute little creations.”
In response, Dollmaker tightened her hold, pressing Sparkles closer, her way of showing affection without words. Sparkles giggled, feeling the gentle pressure, and playfully nuzzled into Dollmaker’s shoulder. “Aww, look at you being all sweet! You’re such a good cuddle buddy, Dolly.”
As they settled into a comfortable silence, the jester could feel her heart swelling with affection. “I love you, you know that?” she whispered, closing her eyes and basking in the tranquility of the moment.
Dollmaker’s fingers gently traced patterns on Sparkles’ back, a silent acknowledgment of the love that flowed between them. In that quiet cocoon, they felt utterly connected, the world outside fading away as they lost themselves in each other’s warmth.
Sparkles felt an irresistible wave of affection wash over her as she cuddled closer to Dollmaker, her heart racing with excitement. Unable to contain herself any longer, she tilted her head up and gazed into Dollmaker’s bandaged face, her eyes sparkling with mischief and love.
“Dolly, you’re just so perfect,” Sparkles breathed, her voice bubbling with joy. Without waiting for a response, she leaned in and pressed her lips against Dollmaker’s, the kiss soft and sweet.
“Mwah!” she squeaked, pulling back just enough to look into Dollmaker’s eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. “You’re too cute! I can’t help it!”
With that, Sparkles dove in for another kiss, this one longer and filled with all the warmth she felt inside. “Mwah, mwah, mwah!” she exclaimed between kisses, her lips landing on Dollmaker’s cheeks, forehead, and anywhere she could reach. Each kiss was a gentle declaration of her affection, playful and loving, as she showered Dollmaker with a flurry of adoration.
Dollmaker remained still, her expression calm and serene, yet the way she leaned into each kiss showed just how much she cherished these moments. Sparkles giggled, pulling back slightly to gaze at her beloved. “Look at you! I’m turning you into a doll of love!”
She leaned in once more, this time capturing Dollmaker’s lips again, her kisses growing more fervent, almost uncontrollable in their enthusiasm. “You’re my everything, you know that?” she said between kisses, her voice laced with delight. “I just can’t get enough of you!”
Each kiss was filled with genuine affection, a celebration of their bond that seemed to transcend words. Sparkles felt alive in these moments, her heart soaring as she expressed her love through the simple act of kissing Dollmaker, her sweet and silent companion.
“Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!” she continued, giggling uncontrollably as she peppered Dollmaker with kisses, her laughter ringing like bells in the quiet room, creating a melody of love and joy that enveloped them both.
"love uuuu!!!"
Chapter 17: DAY 16 || between the porcelain and kisses??... : LEAST FAV PHIGHTER - KATANA
Summary:
i hate playing katana HE IS A PAIN though im quite good at him and melees HE'S SO FUCKING PHAT AND SLOW.
Notes:
i cant write them...
Chapter Text
Chapter 18: DAY 17 || volley it!!! : SUBKIT BECAUSE I CANT WRITE PAINT BUCKET!!
Summary:
no paingt buicket for u shes toom hard
subkit volleyball play yayayy
Chapter Text
medkit wandered through the hallway of their shared home, the soft creaking of the wooden floor beneath his feet mingling with the faint sound of something bouncing nearby. the rhythmic thump created a curious stir in his chest, guiding him toward the living room. as he walked, the afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting long, golden rays across the space. it felt like a warm embrace, filling the room with a cozy glow that made everything feel more inviting.
as medkit approached the doorway, he paused, his eye widening slightly at the sight before him. in the middle of the living room, surrounded by an array of brightly colored yoga balls, was subspace—completely unaware of medkit's presence. a soft smile tugged at medkit's lips, his heart swelling as he watched his lover. subspace was engaging in something unexpected, something so delightfully endearing. he was trying, rather unsuccessfully, to play a makeshift game of volleyball with the yoga balls, tossing one into the air and leaping to hit it with both hands.
medkit stayed frozen in the doorway, captivated by the scene unfolding before him. there was a rare, playful glint in subspace’s eyes, his usually sharp, calculating gaze softened by the simplicity of the moment. every furrow of his brow and squint of his eye communicated a serious determination, as if this silly game were a matter of life and death. “there—so close...hm...bam!” subspace exclaimed with childlike enthusiasm, managing to volley the ball up and down, darting around to where it was about to fall, his movements fluid and energetic.
he tossed the ball up again, arms outstretched as he jumped, aiming to spike it like some kind of professional athlete. but the timing was slightly off, and the ball barely grazed his fingertips before plummeting back down, bouncing lazily on the floor before rolling away with a soft thud.
medkit bit back a soft laugh, his heart melting at the sight. subspace, ever determined, let out a small, frustrated huff but didn’t give up. instead, he chased after the runaway ball, his movements light and quick, almost like a child lost in a game. his hair bounced with each step, tousled from the effort, and a flush of pink colored his cheeks, whether from exertion or embarrassment, the doctor couldn’t quite tell.
leaning against the doorframe, medkit watched quietly, his gaze soft and full of affection. moments like this were rare, where subspace allowed himself to be vulnerable, playful even, without the usual seriousness or weight of the world on his shoulders. medkit loved seeing this side of him—carefree, happy, and utterly adorable. unlike him going on killing sprees with hyper, but we dont speak of which.
subspace, still oblivious to medkit's presence, launched the ball into the air once more, but this time with a little too much force. it sailed across the room, smacking into the side of the couch with a soft thud.
medkit couldn’t hold back the quiet giggle that escaped his lips, the sound light and warm. he quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, hoping not to disturb the moment, but subspace didn’t seem to notice, too engrossed in his little game.
with a determined look, subspace jogged over to the ball that had rolled beneath the coffee table, crouching down to retrieve it. as he stood back up, brushing his hair out of his eyes, medkit could see the small frown of concentration on his face, a slight pout forming on his lips. it was such an endearing sight, and medkit felt his heart swell with love.
“you’re ridiculous,” medkit whispered to himself, though his voice held nothing but fondness.
he continued to watch, arms crossed and leaning comfortably against the doorway, content to observe for as long as possible. subspace, for all his usual bravado and intelligence, looked so innocent in this moment, like a toddler lost in a simple game of tag. medkit couldn't help but marvel at how much he loved this side of him.
with renewed determination, subspace tossed the ball into the air again, but this time, instead of jumping to hit it, he tried to volley it back with a quick slap of his hands. the ball sailed upward, and for a moment, it looked like he might actually succeed. but then it promptly veered off course, bouncing wildly off a nearby shelf and tumbling to the ground with a loud thud.
medkit let out another quiet laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly as he tried to keep from bursting out loud. subspace, still oblivious, muttered something under his breath, clearly frustrated but not ready to give up yet.
medkit's heart swelled with affection as he watched his lover’s little struggle, finding it utterly endearing. every jump, every toss, every little muttered word of frustration—it was all so subspace, and yet so different from how he usually was. this glimpse into subspace's playful spirit was like a precious treasure to medkit, something to hold onto forever.
it was then that medkit realized just how long he’d been standing there, just watching. he felt a warmth spread through his chest, a mix of love and adoration, but also the tiniest bit of guilt for sneaking around. with a soft sigh, he decided it was time to finally make his presence known—though he wasn’t quite sure how subspace would react.
just as medkit was about to step forward and say something, subspace turned, moving to chase after another ball that had rolled away. his eyes still focused on the yoga ball, he hadn’t even noticed medkit in his path until it was too late.
subspace, mid-step, bumped directly into medkit, his chest colliding softly with him. the impact startled him, and he stumbled back, eyes wide as he looked up in surprise. his face flushed with both exertion and sudden embarrassment, the color deepening in his cheeks.
“wha—meddy!?!” subspace stammered, his voice coming out higher than usual, clearly flustered. he blinked rapidly, his expression a mix of shock and confusion, as if he couldn’t quite believe medkit had been standing there the whole time.
medkit couldn’t help but laugh softly, reaching out to steady subspace with a gentle hand on his arm. “you okay?” he asked, his voice full of amusement, the fondness in his tone unmistakable.
subspace’s cheeks flushed even deeper, his gaze darting away as he tried to regain his composure. it was clear he was embarrassed, but medkit thought he looked adorable in that moment. “i—i thought you were in th-the shower...,” he mumbled, his voice quiet, almost shy, like a child caught doing something mischievous.
medkit chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “nope, just watching you be adorable,” he replied playfully, his smile broadening. “you were having quite the match with those yoga balls.”
subspace fidgeted, still blushing. “it’s not... it’s not what it looks like!” he protested, though there was a playful lilt to his voice, lacking any real conviction.
medkit stepped closer, his heart warming at the sight of his flustered lover. “oh really? because it looks like you were having the time of your life,” he teased gently, wrapping his arms around subspace's waist, pulling him in close.
“shut up,” subspace murmured, a playful glare in his eyes, though it didn’t hold any real annoyance.
“never,” medkit replied with a grin, resting his chin on subspace's head, holding him there in a comfortable embrace. “you’re too cute when you’re being ridiculous.”
subspace let out a soft sigh, the tension easing from his shoulders as he leaned into medkit's warmth. “you’re just saying that,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against medkit's chest, but there was a hint of a smile hidden in his tone.
“no, seriously,” medkit reassured him, brushing his fingers through subspace's hair. “you were seriously cute. i could watch you play like that all day.”
as the laughter faded, subspace pulled back slightly, looking up at medkit with a spark of mischief in his eyes. “mmm... how ‘bout you 1v1 me, meddy?” he suggested, a playful grin spreading across his face.
medkit chuckled, tilting his head in mock contemplation. “fine,” he replied, the challenge igniting a competitive fire within him. he had been watching subspace play with the yoga balls, and now he was ready to step up to the real deal. “but don’t say I didn’t warn you when I crush you.”
subspace's eye lit up with excitement, his energy palpable as he jumped back, preparing for the impromptu match. “bring it on!” he shouted, pumping his fists in the air with glee.
medkit, still grinning, made a quick scan of the room, his gaze landing on a volleyball nestled between the couch cushions. he picked it up, holding it triumphantly in the air like a trophy. “let’s see what you’ve got!” he declared, tossing the ball from hand to hand, the rubbery texture feeling familiar beneath his fingers.
subspace bounced on his heels, eye glued to the ball. “i’m going to destroy you,” he said confidently, his tone playful yet serious. “you have no idea what you’re getting into!”
“i’m ready,” medkit shot back, his competitive spirit igniting. he took his position on one side of the living room, while subspace mirrored him on the other, both of them brimming with enthusiasm.
with a quick nod to signal the start, medkit served the ball, sending it soaring over the makeshift net formed by their couch. it arced beautifully, and for a moment, he thought he had a chance. but subspace was already moving, darting to the side with surprising agility. he leapt up, meeting the ball with a perfectly timed hit that sent it flying back to medkit with incredible speed.
medkit barely had time to react. he lunged forward, attempting to bump the ball back, but subspace was relentless. he was a whirlwind of energy, rushing in to intercept every shot. the ball zoomed back and forth between them, and each time subspace sent it back, it came with more force, more determination.
“is that all you’ve got?” subspace taunted, a wide grin on his face as he spiked the ball back with a powerful hit that sent it hurtling past medkit. he dove for it but missed, watching helplessly as the ball bounced off the floor.
“not bad,” medkit admitted, catching his breath as he picked up the ball. he tried to shake off the embarrassment and regain his composure. “but i can do better.”
subspace only laughed, his confidence radiating as he prepared for the next serve. “just you wait!”
this time, medkit served the ball with more intent, aiming for the far corner of the room, hoping to catch subspace off guard. but subspace was ready; he dashed toward it, almost flying across the room, and with a skillful leap, he sent the ball flying back, his eye sparkling with mischief. “too slow!”
medkit barely had time to react again, scrambling to block the ball as it whizzed past him, crashing into the wall with a loud thud. he groaned, a mix of frustration and laughter escaping his lips. “how are you so good at this?”
“it’s called practice, my dear medkit!” subspace exclaimed, a triumphant glint in his eye. he was thoroughly enjoying himself, the playful challenge igniting a spark of competitiveness that medkit had rarely seen.
with renewed determination, medkit picked up the ball once more, setting himself for another serve. he tried to focus, remembering the techniques he had learned back in school. this time, he launched the ball with all his strength, watching as it soared over the couch.
but subspace was already moving. he sprinted forward, timing his jump perfectly to meet the ball mid-air. it felt like time slowed as he connected, sending it rocketing back towards medkit with such ferocity that he barely had a chance to react.
"i quit...!! you're cheating..."
"m'not tehe!! practice more meddy!!"
Chapter 19: DAY 18 || circus act!! : SPARKLES
Summary:
oooouughh how i love sparkledoll but theres no sparkledoll fan...
:3
Chapter Text
Sparkles sat cross-legged on the floor, her jester-like energy overflowing as she held Folly, Dollmaker’s precious doll, in her hands. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of string lights casting a warm and cozy atmosphere around them. Dollmaker, as always, was nearby, perched quietly on the couch, her bandaged hands resting in her lap. Though her face was expressionless, her eyes, as ever, were alive with interest, fixed on Sparkles and her animated antics with Folly.
“Watch this, Dolly!” Sparkles exclaimed with glee, her voice bubbly and bright as she gently tossed Folly into the air. With a deft flick of her wrist, she made the little doll somersault midair, performing a series of graceful backflips before landing perfectly in Sparkles’ outstretched palm.
Dollmaker’s eyes widened slightly, her head tilting just a fraction, captivated by the display. Sparkles could feel the silent awe coming from her, and it only made her want to keep impressing her beloved even more.
“Pretty neat, huh? But I’m not done yet!” Sparkles grinned mischievously, her vibrant energy filling the room. She tossed Folly again, this time with a playful spin, making the doll twirl through the air like an acrobat before landing on the back of Sparkles’ hand, perfectly balanced. “Tadaaa!”
Dollmaker’s fingers twitched in response, her silent applause encouraging Sparkles to take things up a notch. Sparkles, her smile now absolutely beaming, held Folly close for a moment. “You like that? Well, wait till you see this!”
Sparkles leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She waved her hands theatrically over Folly, her fingers dancing through the air as though weaving an invisible spell. “Alakazam! Abracadabra! Prepare for the greatest magic trick you’ve ever seen!”
With a dramatic flourish, Sparkles snapped her fingers. For a moment, nothing happened, and then—poof! A tiny puff of pink glittery smoke appeared from nowhere, enveloping Folly. When the glitter cleared, the doll had transformed! Folly was now wearing a tiny jester hat, just like Sparkles’, complete with sparkling trim and a little bell that jingled softly.
Dollmaker’s eyes went wide again, and her whole posture seemed to brighten, the sight of Folly’s new outfit mesmerizing her. Though she couldn’t speak, the joy in her expressionless face was clear as day to Sparkles. Her body shifted slightly, leaning a bit closer to get a better look at the magical transformation.
Sparkles giggled, her heart swelling at Dollmaker’s reaction. “See? A little jester doll, just for you! Now we match!” She twirled Folly around, making her do another series of flips, her little hat jingling with each turn. “And she’s ready for the greatest show on earth!”
Dollmaker watched, utterly entranced, her eyes following every movement of Folly as Sparkles made her dance and tumble, the little doll’s jester hat jingling all the while. Sparkles felt Dollmaker’s unspoken love and appreciation, the silent wonder in her presence filling the room with a soft warmth.
“And now,” Sparkles said in a whisper, as though sharing a secret with Dollmaker, “for the grand finale!” She held Folly high, then waved her hand over the doll once more. “Alakazoom!”
In a flash of more glittering smoke, Sparkles made Folly disappear entirely, her hands now empty. Dollmaker blinked, her head tilting in confusion, but before she could react, Sparkles pulled Folly out from behind her back, presenting the doll once again with a dramatic flourish.
Dollmaker’s eyes softened, and though her face was wrapped in bandages, Sparkles could feel the warmth radiating from her, a silent expression of pure love. She leaned forward, resting her head against Dollmaker’s lap, hugging the little jester doll close.
“I did it all for you, Dolly,” Sparkles whispered, gazing up at her beloved. “Just to see that sparkle in your eyes.”
Dollmaker’s hand moved gently, resting on Sparkles’ head, a silent gesture of affection. They stayed like that for a moment, a sweet and peaceful silence settling over them, their love expressed through the simple magic of play.
<3
Notes:
short cause, i needa study...
Chapter 20: DAY 19 || elevator drama!!! : CROSSOVER SKIN
Summary:
imagine subspace in poobs halloween costume.
https://x.com/TheAxolotlSun/status/1843410464967143680
its like jesterspace but better.
Chapter Text
In the tight confines of the lab elevator, the usual sterile environment seemed smaller, almost suffocating with tension. The walls were decorated with a peaceful beach scene—completely out of place for the brewing storm between Subspace and Medkit. A single fluorescent light flickered overhead, casting a harsh glow over the two rivals.
Subspace, in his ridiculous party costume, looked more like a rainbow-wrapped piñata than a dangerous scientist. His party hat bobbed as he fidgeted with excitement, his single eye gleaming with mischief. A box wrapped in rainbow colors, stars, and sparkles surrounded his torso, making him appear as if he’d jumped straight out of a birthday celebration rather than preparing for a battle of wits. His grin was wide, gleeful, and annoyingly infectious—except Medkit wasn’t catching it.
Medkit, on the other hand, was seething. His usually sharp demeanor was crumbling under the weight of pure frustration. His lab coat was stained from whatever mess he had just been working on, his missing eye hidden beneath a patch. The tension between them was tangible, as it always was when the two enemies found themselves in close quarters. The memory of their mutual eye-gouging event was still raw.
“Are you going trick or treating!!?” Subspace chirped, his voice crackling with unrestrained glee. His words echoed through the small space, almost mocking, as his one eye twinkled with manic amusement. He giggled, an unnerving, high-pitched laugh that grated on Medkit’s nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
Medkit snapped his head toward him, his good eye narrowing into a searing glare. His teeth clenched tightly, jaw taut with barely suppressed rage. “Suck my fucking ass!!” he spat, his voice a dangerous growl. “You goddamn stuttering fucking parrot!” He could barely get the words out before his anger flared again. “Fuck off,” he added, venom dripping from every syllable.
But Subspace was undeterred. He stood there, still grinning like a fool in his garish costume. He took a breath, then, with deliberate slowness, repeated his question. “Are you going trick or treating!?”
Medkit’s eye twitched. He could feel his blood boiling under his skin. "Are you going cocksucking!?" he shot back, his voice rising in an attempt to drown out Subspace's constant refrain. The insult was sharp, crude, and vicious—everything Medkit had left to weaponize against Subspace's endless, irritating taunts.
But Subspace didn’t even flinch. With a childlike persistence that only served to infuriate Medkit further, he asked again, “Are you going trick or treating!?” The bright tones of his voice were like sandpaper to Medkit's fraying patience.
“ARE YOU GOING COCKSUCKING!?” Medkit yelled again, his voice shaking now, barely able to hold it together under Subspace's relentless cheerfulness.
“Are you going trick or treating!?” Subspace sang once more, like a broken record, ignoring every bit of Medkit’s rage, his giggles punctuating the ridiculousness of the situation.
Medkit’s breaths came in heavy, sharp bursts, fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. “ARE YOU GOING COCKSUCKING!?” he roared, his voice echoing around the small elevator. But Subspace still had that grin, and his one eye sparkled as if this was all some grand game to him.
In the fluorescent light, Subspace’s vibrant costume seemed almost mocking—the bright, celebratory colors clashing violently with the dark, furious storm that was Medkit. And even though Medkit’s words cut like knives, Subspace continued, unfazed, his joyful madness only driving Medkit deeper into rage.
The elevator ride felt like an eternity, each repetition from Subspace like a slap to Medkit's face, each crude response a futile attempt to gain ground. It was a never-ending loop, a battle neither would back down from.
Enemies, locked in a childish argument with the weight of their bitter rivalry behind every word. And as Subspace giggled and Medkit seethed, it was clear this elevator ride would not end in peace.
"So! Are you going trick or treating Meddy!?" Subspace giggled.
"NO!?!?"
"Hehe!"
Chapter 21: DAY 20 || rainbows & cookies!! : RAINBEAU
Summary:
slingbeau, rainbeaushot :3
Notes:
fav rare pair of all times. omg.
Chapter Text
rainbeau shifted nervously on the couch, pulling his rainbow-striped scarf closer to his chest. he glanced over at slingshot, who was comfortably leaning back, his arm already stretched out along the back of the couch. rainbeau's golden horns glinted slightly in the dim light of the living room, and though he tried to keep his distance, his body seemed to naturally drift closer to slingshot's warmth.
“come on, beau,” slingshot chuckled, holding up a perfectly baked white chocolate oatmeal cookie. “i made these just for you.”
rainbeau's dark grey skin flushed slightly, his eyes darting to the cookie and then back to slingshot’s face. “y-you didn’t have to, really... but thanks,” he mumbled, his voice soft, almost as if he didn’t believe he deserved such kindness. his fingers toyed with the edge of his scarf as he hesitated to reach out.
“you’re too nice for your own good, you know that?” slingshot teased, pushing the cookie a little closer. his cat-like horns twitched playfully as he smiled, leaning in. “come on, i know white chocolate’s your favorite. vanilla too. you’re not getting out of this one.”
rainbeau's lips curled into a shy smile, his stubbornness battling against his desire. “well, i do like them,” he admitted quietly, finally surrendering as he leaned in closer, resting his head against slingshot's shoulder. the warmth of slingshot’s body was comforting, and despite his initial reluctance, rainbeau found himself melting into the embrace.
slingshot's arm settled around rainbeau, pulling him in just a little tighter. he held the cookie near rainbeau's lips. “say 'ahh',” slingshot grinned, his voice soft and coaxing.
rainbeau huffed lightly, trying to keep some of his stubborn pride intact. “i can feed myself, you know,” he muttered, but his resolve quickly faded when slingshot gave him that look—the playful one, the one that always made rainbeau’s heart skip. he finally gave in, opening his mouth just a little as slingshot fed him the cookie.
the moment the soft, sweet taste of white chocolate hit his tongue, rainbeau let out a quiet, contented hum. “mm... okay, you win,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he cuddled deeper into slingshot’s side. the scarf he clung to slid down slightly as he relaxed, allowing slingshot’s warmth to completely envelop him.
“i always win,” slingshot teased gently, rubbing small circles on rainbeau’s back with his thumb. he picked up another cookie from the plate on the coffee table, holding it out just like before. “you want more?”
rainbeau peered up through his long lashes, cheeks still slightly pink. “y-yeah... maybe just one more.” his voice was shy, but there was a playful glint in his eyes now. he leaned forward, taking another small bite from the cookie slingshot offered him.
“you know, you don’t always have to be so shy with me,” slingshot said softly, his fingers brushing against rainbeau’s hair as he played with the ends of the scarf. “i like seeing you happy.”
rainbeau’s heart fluttered at that, and he shifted even closer, now practically curled up in slingshot’s lap. “i just... you’re too nice to me,” he murmured, his voice almost lost in the soft fabric of slingshot's jacket. “i don’t want to be a bother.”
slingshot chuckled softly, shaking his head. “you? a bother? never. besides, i think you’re the one who’s too nice.” he kissed the top of rainbeau’s head, feeling the warmth of his friend’s affection seep through his words. “now stop worrying and just enjoy the cookies, okay?”
rainbeau smiled to himself, feeling safe and at ease in slingshot’s arms. “okay,” he whispered, nuzzling his face into slingshot’s shoulder as he took another bite. “just... keep feeding me, i guess.”
slingshot laughed softly, picking up another cookie. “i’ve got you, beau. always.”
Chapter 22: DAY 21 || oh the thrill of the gamble!! take a risk? : FLIPSIDE
Summary:
kakegurui REAL I LOVE GAMBLINGNNGGG
flipside gambling against church of the true eye
Notes:
scythe is insane IM INSANE OJHHHH GAMBLE GAMBLE
Chapter Text
The atmosphere in the dimly lit poker room crackled with tension, the air thick with anticipation. Scythe leaned forward, her intense gaze locked onto the cards as Broker shuffled them with a flourish. “Alright, y’all! It’s time to see who’s got the guts to play with the best!” Her Southern drawl dripped with excitement, setting the stage for the chaos about to unfold. "Tcha! Gamble on bitches!!!"
Medkit perched beside the table, his posture relaxed yet alert, watching the proceedings with a blend of amusement and caution. “Honestly, Scythe, I would advise against overconfidence. This is a strategic game,” he remarked, his posh accent slicing through the air like a knife.
“Strategic? Pssh, where’s the fun in strategy? It’s all about the thrill!” Scythe shot back, her eye sparkling with a manic energy. She tossed a stack of chips onto the table—1000 chips, a fortune worth 1 billion bucks, glittering under the overhead lights. "Watch' an' learn baby!!" She cackled, teal and gold decorated poker chips thrown around as if they were worth nothing.
Dom and Valk sat opposite her, glancing nervously at each other. Dom, with his single piercing eye, tried to maintain composure. “How bad could it really be?” he muttered, unsure of what he had just signed up for.
Valk, however, wore a look of bewilderment. “Uh, can we even beat her?” He fiddled with his two precious chips, sweat beading on his brow. “We’re at a disadvantage here!”
Broker clapped his hands, excitement bubbling over. “Let’s get to it, folks! First hand, and remember, no crying!” With that, he dealt the cards, the sound of paper sliding against paper filling the air.
Scythe's fingers twitched with anticipation as she peered at her hand, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Oh, y’all better brace yourselves! This is gonna be a wild ride!” She tossed a few chips into the pot, her laughter echoing through the room. “I can practically taste the victory!”
Dom hesitated, eyeing Scythe's gleeful expression. “Um, I’ll match that,” he said cautiously, tossing in one of his chips. He shot Valk a quick look, trying to gauge if they could actually keep up with her.
Valk, wide-eyed and jittery, stammered, “I guess I’ll, um, go all in too?” He reluctantly pushed his last chip into the center, his confidence wavering under Scythe’s intimidating presence.
“Oh, y’all are so cute!” Scythe declared, her laughter rising in pitch as she leaned back in her chair, twirling a lock of her hair. “Just a couple of little bunnies hop-hoppin’ into the big ol’ lion’s den!” Her voice turned sing-songy, filled with a sinister joy, she giggled, fiddling with her card, an upperhand, oh how lovely is that...Watching such beloved idols downfall, become broke? All because of her.
As the next cards were dealt, her excitement reached a fever pitch. “Oh, it’s about to get real interesting now, y’all!” she cackled, her white eye flashing ominously as the thrill of the game consumed her. The glow intensified, a beacon of her escalating mania. “I can feel the tension, and it’s makin’ me all giddy inside!”
Medkit raised an eyebrow, a slight frown on his lips. “Perhaps you should dial it back a notch, Scythe. You’re scaring the competition,” he said, his voice even, yet tinged with concern.
“Scared? Me? Ain’t nothin’ gonna scare me!” Scythe snapped, her laughter echoing with manic delight. “I’m in my element, baby! It’s just me and these idols!” Her eyes danced with the thrill of the game, her heart racing as adrenaline coursed through her veins.
Broker continued dealing, a smile plastered across his face as he watched the chaos unfold. “And what a game it is! Let’s see those cards, folks!”
With each hand, Scythe's energy grew more chaotic, her laughter echoing around the dimly lit poker room like a maniacal symphony. She bounced in her seat, her body trembling with excitement. “Y’all are gonna regret sittin’ down with me!” she shouted, her Southern accent thickening with every word. “Bring it on!” She yelled, completely aroused, she threw her head back with a loud giggle.
“I call! 500, Lost Temples’ chips!” She raised her hand, a wild grin plastered across her face, eye gleaming with unrestrained enthusiasm, as if going insane if she wasnt before. She totally was now.
“Are you insane!? That’s five hundred million bucks on the line, Scythe!” Medkit exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and concern. He leaned forward, his posh accent cutting through the frenzy. “This is reckless!”
“HAH! Call me insane or not, `Kit, life’s about the risk! HAHAHAHHAHH!!!” Scythe cackled, pushing her mountain of chips into the center of the table like a tornado sweeping through a town, leaving chaos in its wake. Her laughter was a wild, echoing sound, as if she thrived on the thrill of the stakes climbing higher and higher.
“Fine, we raise one, Flipside chip,” Dom declared, his voice wavering as he glanced at Valk, who was fidgeting nervously beside him.
“Oho! I’m impressed, darlin’! That’s a billion we’re at! KEEP TAKIN’ THE RISKS!!” Scythe giggled, her enthusiasm climbing to euphoric heights. The thought of pushing her luck sent a rush of pleasure through her, and she couldn’t help but fiddle with her fingers, feeling the adrenaline build as her heart raced. “Y’all don’t even know what you’re in for!” The thrill was intoxicating, plush legs shivering at the thought of being on the edge.
The glow in her white eye intensified, casting an eerie light that flickered like a candle in a storm. “Y’all are makin’ this so much fun!” she screamed, bouncing in her chair with manic glee. “I can practically taste the sweet, sweet victory, and it’s makin’ me feel all tingly inside!”
Dom exchanged worried glances with Valk, who looked utterly bewildered. “We can’t keep up with her! She’s going to wipe us out!” he whispered, but Scythe's laughter drowned out his concerns.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re just makin’ this too easy!” Scythe mocked, her voice dripping with glee. She leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with excitement as she drummed her fingers against the table. “I live for this kind of chaos! Risk is what makes the game exciting!”
“Scythe, think for a moment!” Medkit interjected, his voice laced with urgency. “You’re letting your emotions cloud your judgment. This is a serious game!”
“Serious? Where’s the fun in serious?!” Scythe shrieked, her laughter bubbling over like a cauldron about to overflow as she reveled in the madness. The thrill of the game electrified her, sending shivers of anticipation racing down her spine. “I want it all! The riskier, the better! I NEED—MORE!!! RISK YOUR LIFE, FLIPSIDE!! HAH!!” She cackled, her voice a wild crescendo that filled the room with manic energy.
The tension at the table was palpable, thick like fog, wrapping around them as they played. Dom’s hands trembled slightly as he exchanged worried glances with Valk, whose wide eyes darted from Scythe to the ever-growing pile of chips in the center. “Are we really gonna keep doing this?” Dom whispered, his voice barely audible. “She’s insane!”
“Bring it on, idols!” Scythe taunted, her fingers dancing across the table as if conducting an orchestra of chaos. The vibrant array of chips—her chips—seemed to glow with an allure that made her pulse race. Every click of her nails against the wood echoed her excitement, amplifying the tension and the stakes. “Y’all can’t even fathom what’s comin’ next!”
“Scythe, just think—” Medkit attempted again, but the warning was lost in the whirlwind of her enthusiasm.
“No thinkin’ needed! Just playin’!” she retorted, her white eye glowing brightly as she reveled in the chaos. With every round, she pushed the boundaries, her mind swirling with strategy and raw emotion. “Y’all are makin’ this too easy! I’m ready to make ya owe me!”
“Fine, we’ll raise again,” Dom finally said, his voice steadier as he placed a hefty stack of Flipside chips into the pot, the clinking sound echoing like a death knell. “We’re in for another billion.”
“Billion?” Scythe echoed, her laughter ringing out like bells. “Y’all sure know how to make my heart race! Let’s keep this party goin’!” She shoved her remaining chips forward, a grin stretching across her face. “I’ll call that!”
The dealer, Broker, adjusted his glasses, trying to maintain some semblance of decorum amidst the chaos. “Alright, everyone’s in. Let’s see those cards!” He dealt the next round, the tension at the table mounting as everyone awaited their fate.
As the cards turned over one by one, Scythe’s heart raced in sync with the rising stakes. The realization that she held the winning hand sent a jolt of exhilaration through her. “Oh, y’all are in for a real treat!” she shrieked, her laughter echoing off the walls. The thrill of victory tinged with madness was intoxicating, and she could feel the power surging through her.
“Scythe, please,” Medkit urged, desperation creeping into his voice. “This isn’t—”
“Not another word, Kit!” she interrupted, eyes gleaming with wild delight. “Ya can’t take this away from me! I can taste victory! A-AND I DESERVE IT!! AHHAHAHAH!!!” Her fingers twitched in anticipation, as if she were on the verge of bursting with joy. The game felt like an extension of her very soul, and the thought of winning consumed her entirely.
With a dramatic flair, she revealed her hand—an unbeatable combination that sent shockwaves through the table. “Ha! Y’all just lost! I’m collectin’ my dues!” Her laughter erupted, a mad, triumphant sound that filled the room with chaos.
“No way...!” Dom exclaimed, disbelief etched on his face as he stared at the cards. “We can’t be this unlucky!”
“Lucky? Honey, Hah! M' just better than y’all!” Scythe replied, grinning ear to ear, her manic energy palpable as she reveled in her victory. “That’s fifteen billion bucks y’all owe me now! Better get ready to pay up!”
Valk stared blankly, his clueless demeanor finally cracking under the pressure. “But we can’t just—”
“Oh, but you can, idols!” Scythe interrupted, her eye glinting with mischief. “I know you’re rich enough to handle it. This is just a friendly game, after all! And I live for friendly games!”
The atmosphere in the room shifted, the thrill of danger and excitement leaving an electric buzz in the air. Medkit sighed, a mix of admiration and exasperation on his face as he shook his head, conceding to the chaos. “You’re impossible, Scythe.”
“O-oh the thrill of the gamble!!!!” she retorted, her laughter echoing as she gathered her chips, the ultimate prize in her grasp. In that moment, Scythe was not just a player; she was a force of nature, reveling in the unpredictable thrill of the gamble. The world outside faded away as she basked in her moment of chaotic triumph, eagerly anticipating the next game, the next thrill, the next risk to conquer.
Broker giggled "Nice one Scythey!! Lets head back to father."
"Tell em brats te send the money in tommorow."
"Got it!!"
Chapter 23: DAY 22 || sunset rider : UNI
Chapter by coilfromphighting
Summary:
pretty short, soz, HAPPU BIRTHDYA TMMRWQ SOUBNBSAPACE
Chapter Text
Uni was a sight to behold as she rode through the vibrant streets of Town Square atop her loyal unicorn, Cupcake. The sun sparkled overhead, casting playful rays onto her glimmering outfit. Her pink chaps, adorned with heart designs and a splash of white that resembled cake frosting, swayed gently with each stride of Cupcake. The vibrant hues of her attire were mirrored in the cotton candy clouds drifting lazily above.
As they trotted through the bustling square, Uni’s teal eyes sparkled with mischief and delight. Yellow, blue, and pink sprinkles danced across her cheeks, giving her an enchanting, whimsical appearance that perfectly matched her surroundings. She tipped her cowboy hat slightly, allowing a few errant strands of her fluffy hair to spill out, framing her face with a playful touch.
"Let’s show them how it’s done, Cupcake!" she exclaimed, a wide grin stretching across her face. The unicorn responded with a cheerful neigh, her segmented teal horn glimmering in the sunlight. Cupcake’s mane, spiked and sprinkled with colorful dots, flowed like a banner behind them, fluttering in the breeze as they picked up speed.
Uni urged Cupcake forward, and they broke into a canter, weaving in and out of the delighted crowd. The townspeople paused in their daily activities, their eyes lighting up at the sight of the duo. Children waved enthusiastically, while adults couldn’t help but smile at the spectacle. The sound of Cupcake’s hooves echoed delightfully against the cobblestones, creating a rhythm that matched Uni’s excitement.
"Look at us go!" she laughed, feeling the exhilaration of the ride wash over her. As they approached the fountain at the center of the square, Uni expertly guided Cupcake to perform a playful pirouette, showcasing her flair and the unicorn’s grace. The fountain glistened, water cascading in sparkling arcs, mirroring the joy radiating from them.
With a gleeful shout, Uni leaned low in the saddle, calling out, "Catch me if you can!" before urging Cupcake into a gallop. The unicorn responded with enthusiasm, her powerful legs propelling them forward in a blur of pink and white. They dashed through the square, the world around them blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors.
As they rounded a corner, Uni spotted a group of children playing near a small park, their laughter ringing out like music. Cupcake slowed to a trot as they approached, and Uni leaned down, her voice warm and inviting. "Hey, everyone! Want to see something cool?" The children nodded eagerly, their eyes wide with anticipation.
With a flick of her wrist, Uni tossed her teal lasso into the air, the rope glinting in the sunlight as it spun gracefully. The children squealed in delight, clapping their hands in excitement. She expertly caught the lasso with one hand, demonstrating her skills, and the kids erupted into cheers. “Cupcake and I have plenty more tricks up our sleeves!”
Encouraged by their enthusiasm, Uni decided to put on an impromptu show. She rode Cupcake in a circle, the unicorn’s hooves dancing lightly on the grass as Uni twirled her lasso. "Now, let’s see how many of you can help!" she called out, inviting the kids to join her in creating a playful obstacle course.
With laughter and shouts, the children set up cones and marked the course with colorful chalk. Uni guided Cupcake expertly, weaving through the obstacles as the children cheered her on. Each time they completed a round, Uni would reward them with sprinkles from her own cheeks, showering them in a confetti of colors.
As the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over Town Square, Uni and Cupcake took a moment to rest. Uni stroked Cupcake’s soft mane, her heart swelling with joy at the day they had shared. The laughter of the children echoed in her ears, mingling with the gentle breeze that danced around them.
"Can you believe how much fun we had?" she asked, her voice filled with warmth. Cupcake nuzzled against her affectionately, her eyes sparkling with the same playful spirit that had driven their adventures.
With a final glance at the delighted children waving goodbye, Uni smiled and leaned back in her saddle, feeling a deep sense of contentment. Riding through town with her beloved unicorn had not just been about the tricks and laughter; it had been a moment of pure joy, a shared experience that brought smiles to everyone around them.
"Let’s ride into the sunset, Cupcake," she whispered, urging her unicorn onward. Together, they set off down the road, the world ahead full of promise, magic, and endless adventures waiting just around the corner.
Chapter 24: DAY 24 || ppuurr... : PHIGHTING AU!! : CATS
Chapter by coilfromphighting
Summary:
they are cats...
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In a cozy nook of the sun-drenched room, two fluffy kittens lay entwined, basking in the warmth of the afternoon light. Medkit, the sleek black kitten, was slightly larger than his companion, with a glossy coat that shimmered in the sunlight. He lay sprawled out comfortably, his green eyes half-closed in contentment. Beside him, Subspace, the tiny ginger ball of fluff, was a whirlwind of energy and playfulness.
As they lay together, Subspace rolled onto his back, stretching his tiny paws high in the air, his soft belly exposed to the sun. With a playful meow that rang out like a bell, he batted at Medkit’s ear, sending a shiver of excitement through the black kitten.
Medkit responded with a soft, amused purr, his whiskers twitching as he turned to his friend. Leaning in, he began to groom Subspace’s fluffy fur, his tiny tongue gentle and precise. Each lick carefully untangled the stray tufts of fur, leaving Subspace to revel in the affection, his purring growing louder and more melodic.
Encouraged by the tender grooming, Subspace nudged Medkit with his nose, a warm invitation for more. “Meow!” he chirped, his bright eyes sparkling with mischief. In a burst of energy, he swiped at Medkit’s tail, which twitched playfully like a feather toy, drawing another purr from the black kitten.
Medkit rolled his eyes but couldn’t help chuckling softly, the sound vibrating in the air between them. With a gentle swat, he playfully tapped Subspace on the nose, a teasing gesture that made the ginger kitten feign surprise.
Subspace let out a dramatic squeak, rolling over and tumbling away with exaggerated flair, his fluffy tail flicking in the air. But it was only a moment before he returned, nuzzling against Medkit’s side, seeking warmth and comfort. He curled up against his friend, his small body fitting perfectly into the curve of Medkit’s larger frame.
Their warmth intertwined as they nestled closer, the world outside fading away. With tiny paws, they began to groom each other again, a delightful flurry of purring and soft mews filling the room. Subspace found a tangle of fur on Medkit’s back and poked at it curiously, his head tilting to the side in a goofy manner that was endearing and infectious.
Medkit let out a soft, rumbling purr, leaning into the playful prods. “Mew,” he responded, his tone affectionate yet slightly bemused, as if he couldn’t quite believe his friend’s silliness.
The golden afternoon light danced around them, casting a warm glow over their playful antics. Time seemed to stand still as the two kittens settled into a comfortable rhythm, exchanging gentle nuzzles and playful swipes. Medkit’s heart swelled with warmth, knowing that despite Subspace’s silly antics and his own more serious nature, they were inseparable companions. Each offered the other comfort and joy in their little world, a perfect balance of playfulness and affection.
Chapter 25: DAY 25 || kitty play! : SUBKIT
Chapter by coilfromphighting
Summary:
i cant write bubblegum...
so have married au subkit instead
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The morning light filtered gently through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in a golden hue, casting soft shadows that danced across the tangled mess of blankets. Medkit and Subspace lay wrapped around each other in a peaceful tangle, their limbs woven together like an inseparable knot. Subspace was curled snugly against Medkit’s chest, his head resting just beneath Medkit's chin, where he could feel the steady, comforting beat of his husband’s heart. It was a sound he’d long grown used to, but on mornings like these, it felt like a lullaby that held the world at bay.
Medkit’s hand moved slowly, fingers threading through Subspace’s messy hair in gentle, almost reverent strokes. His touch was slow and rhythmic, each pass through the strands of hair something practiced, a quiet display of affection that required no words. Subspace’s hair was soft yet wild, tumbling in every direction, and Medkit took his time, smoothing each tuft, only for it to spring back up as if in rebellion. His lips twitched in a fond smile as he admired Subspace’s peaceful expression, softened in sleep, a rare sight compared to his usual mischievous, energetic self. Even his freckles seemed gentler in the morning light, scattered like tiny constellations across his cheeks, and Medkit found himself lost in the tranquility of it all.
Nearby, Miyo, their beloved and slightly spoiled cat, sprawled out on the bed, claiming more space than any cat should. With an elegance only a cat could possess, she stretched, arching her back and extending her limbs with a luxurious yawn, her brown and blonde fur catching the morning light. She eyed the two of them with a look of lazy approval, as if blessing their little moment of intimacy with her presence.
Subspace stirred, a soft hum escaping his lips as he nuzzled deeper into Medkit’s chest, seeking warmth. His fingers subconsciously curled into Medkit’s shirt, holding on as if to keep him from drifting away. He inhaled deeply, taking in the comforting scent that was uniquely Medkit—a mix of fresh linens and something warm and grounding, a scent that spoke of home. His breathing evened out again, lulled by Medkit’s tender hand still moving through his hair, coaxing him into a state of quiet, sleepy contentment.
Then, breaking the serene silence, Miyo decided it was time to assert her presence. “Mrroowrr…” came her insistent meow, a soft but determined demand for attention. Before either of them could react, Miyo scooted her way closer, her furry form edging in between the two, as if she were the third and most important member of their little cuddle fest. With all the poise of a seasoned bed hog, Miyo wove her way over them, rolling herself right into the middle of their nest.
Medkit blinked in surprise, momentarily thrown by the furry interloper now sprawled atop their blanket fortress. He looked down at Miyo, her wide eyes staring back up at him with an unmistakable air of entitlement. “Miyo, really?” he muttered, his voice filled with feigned exasperation that could barely mask the amusement dancing in his eyes. The corners of his mouth quirked up, unable to maintain the act.
Subspace’s sleepy eyes opened just in time to see Miyo’s unapologetic invasion. He let out a sleepy laugh, the sound bubbling up in a soft, contagious giggle that made Medkit’s heart skip a beat. “She’s just protecting her territory!” he teased, glancing down at Miyo with a look of amused indulgence. The cat, smug and content, settled herself right in the center of their cuddle pile, her tail flicking with satisfaction. It was as if she was declaring herself the ruler of their cozy kingdom, the queen who deserved all attention.
With Miyo snuggled securely between them, Medkit and Subspace exchanged an amused glance, both unable to resist the warmth of laughter bubbling between them. Medkit sighed, his initial annoyance melting away under a flood of affection. “Cockblocker,” he muttered under his breath, though his tone was laced with enough fondness to make it clear that he didn’t really mind. Miyo’s tail merely flicked in response, her expression a mix of indifference and pure contentment.
Subspace couldn’t resist the urge to dote on their little furball. Leaning down, he gave Miyo a quick peck on the nose, his eye sparkling with the lighthearted mischief that often defined him. “You’re such a silly kitty,” he cooed, his voice soft and playful as he looked at Miyo with nothing short of adoration. The cat blinked up at him, her round eyes calm and unbothered. She responded by licking his cheek, her rough little tongue leaving a patch of fur-tinged affection that had him giggling even more.
“Silly, silly kiitttyy!!” he exclaimed, nuzzling her furry head. The sheer affection in his voice made Medkit’s heart squeeze. He watched as Subspace lavished attention on Miyo, his husband’s laughter filling the room like sunlight itself.
Medkit, trying to maintain his usual stoic expression, raised a brow as he watched the scene unfold. “Oh? So she’s stealing you from me now?” His voice held a teasing edge, though the warmth in his eyes betrayed him.
Subspace’s laugh grew even brighter, and he shot a playful glance up at Medkit. “Tehe! Jealous?” he teased, his eye glinting with delight as he feigned innocence.
“Maybe,” Medkit replied, his tone a soft murmur but with an intensity that took Subspace by surprise. There was a warmth in Medkit’s gaze that made Subspace’s cheeks warm, and before he knew it, Medkit’s arms had snaked around him, pulling him closer with a firm but gentle grip.
Caught off guard, Subspace squeaked, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he found himself enveloped in Medkit’s embrace. The firmness of Medkit’s hold grounded him, a steady warmth that made his heart race and calm at the same time. Medkit’s hand slid beneath his shirt, the coolness of his touch a stark contrast to the heat spreading across Subspace’s skin, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine.
“M-Meddy… what are you—” Subspace stammered, his voice barely a whisper, each word laden with the fluttering nervousness that Medkit so effortlessly inspired.
But before he could finish, Medkit leaned down, his gaze soft yet intense as he closed the small gap between them. His lips met Subspace’s in a kiss that was both gentle and lingering, a silent declaration of affection that left Subspace breathless. The kiss was unhurried, filled with a depth of tenderness that made Subspace’s world narrow down to just the two of them. In that moment, nothing else mattered—the warmth of Medkit’s lips, the faint hum of the morning, the way his hand rested securely against Subspace’s back—all of it was perfect.
When Medkit finally pulled back, his gaze softened, holding an expression so tender it made Subspace’s heart flutter wildly in his chest. He looked down at Subspace with that rare, gentle smile, the kind that melted away his usual reserve, revealing a warmth reserved only for moments like this.
Subspace blinked, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as he tried to regain his composure, though the residual warmth from the kiss lingered on his lips. He let out a shaky breath, his fingers clutching at Medkit’s shirt as he looked away bashfully. “Y-You’re such a tease…” he muttered, though the fondness in his voice betrayed him.
Medkit chuckled, reaching up to scratch Miyo’s head as she settled herself on his shoulder, her purring a steady rhythm that matched the gentle heartbeat in the room. “And you’re just too cute for your own good,” he replied, his voice a soft murmur as he pressed another feather-light kiss to Subspace’s temple.
Subspace snuggled closer, letting out a happy sigh as he nestled into Medkit’s embrace. Miyo purred contentedly, now nuzzling her nose into Subspace’s cheek, as if giving her final blessing to their morning cuddle.
Medkit chuckled, reaching up to give Miyo a little scratch under her chin. “Time to go play with Princess, Miyo...You wanna go play with her?” he asked, his voice light and amused.
Miyo’s ears perked up at the familiar name of Hyperlaser’s cat, Princess, her wide, amber eyes glinting with sudden interest. She let out a soft chirrup, as if responding with an enthusiastic “yes,” and stretched, her little paws pressing firmly into Medkit’s shoulder as if preparing for a graceful departure.
Subspace watched the interaction with a smile, his face still flush from their earlier kiss, but his gaze warm as he watched Medkit and Miyo. “Looks like someone’s excited,” he laughed, giving Miyo an affectionate boop on the nose. “You really are such a little diva, aren’t you?”
Miyo let out a proud “mrrrow” as if confirming her status, and finally decided it was time to vacate the cozy nest they’d all created. She hopped down from the bed, flicking her tail in that confident, commanding way only cats could manage, making her way toward the door with an air of purpose.
Subspace giggled, getting up at walking down with them.
As Subspace approached the door, he could already see Hyperlaser standing on the other side, his distinctive helmet gleaming in the soft morning light. “Here,” he said, his voice slightly muffled but laced with a playful warning. He carefully placed Princess down at his feet, the royal feline looking slightly bewildered from being transported. “BE CAREFUL,” Hyperlaser added, eyeing Miyo with a watchful gaze.
As Subspace swung the door open wider, Miyo wasted no time. She burst out like a tiny furry missile, her excitement palpable as she dashed toward Princess, who stood at Hyperlaser’s feet, looking slightly bewildered from the unexpected transition. Without a moment’s hesitation, Miyo rushed over and nestled against the precious, stubborn feline, her soft purrs resonating with warmth as she enveloped Princess in a cozy hug.
Princess, ever the regal diva, blinked slowly, her big, expressive eyes taking in Miyo’s enthusiastic affection. For a moment, it seemed as if she was silently deciding whether to accept this display of warmth or to maintain her aloof demeanor. Finally, with a delicate flick of her tail, she relented and allowed Miyo to cuddle her, albeit with an air of indifference.
With their feline forms entwined, the two cats entered the house together, seeking out a soft spot on the floor or perhaps a cozy piece of furniture to settle into. They trotted over to the plush cat bed in the corner, a colorful, inviting spot filled with fluffy cushions.
Once there, Miyo flopped down dramatically, rolling onto her back and wriggling with delight, encouraging Princess to join her. “Meooowwrr...!! mwworrr...” Miyo purred, pawing princess softly with her joyful demeanor. After a brief hesitation, Princess finally lowered herself beside Miyo, settling in with an air of regal poise.
As the two cats cuddled together, their contrasting personalities shone through: Miyo was all exuberance and joy, while Princess maintained her dignified composure, albeit now with a hint of affection creeping into her posture. They began to groom each other in a way only cats can, Miyo playfully nudging Princess to initiate a round of gentle head-butting, while Princess relented, giving Miyo the occasional playful swat with her paw, as if to say, Alright, you silly thing, let’s keep this cute, but don’t get carried away.
But Miyo, undeterred, took her antics up a notch. In a burst of playful energy, she pounced forward, her little paws pinning Princess down gently, as if proclaiming her playful victory. With a triumphant chirp, Miyo began licking Princess's fur with enthusiastic swipes of her tongue, her purring intensifying as she groomed her royal friend.
Princess squirmed under the attention, her composure slipping slightly as she let out a surprised meow. Yet, she didn’t fight back; instead, she settled into the affection, allowing Miyo to continue her grooming spree. Miyo was relentless, her small body bouncing slightly as she made sure every inch of Princess was attended to, from her regal neck to the tips of her paws.
Chapter 26: DAy 26 || smother me with kisses, I don't care. : COILPUNK
Chapter by coilfromphighting
Summary:
coilpunk, cause...
THEYFIGHT
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the night had stretched long and quiet, steampunk’s silence as unwavering as the dim glow of the streetlight outside. he sat stiffly, arms crossed, his head turned away from coil, lips pressed into a thin line. everything about his posture was deliberate—a shield that kept his frustration and hurt locked away, safe from coil’s attempts at apology. steampunk’s mind was still flooded with fragments of the argument, his chest tight with a blend of stubborn hurt and simmering disappointment that refused to be eased. he didn’t want to hear coil’s apologies, and he didn’t want to give in—not yet.
coil had been watching him for what felt like hours, pacing back and forth, trying to figure out the right words to break through the thick wall steampunk had put up. finally, unable to stand it any longer, coil approached him, his footsteps soft but resolute as he came up behind steampunk. he stood there for a moment, steeling himself, then leaned down, his hands resting on either side of steampunk’s shoulders, trapping him against the chair.
“you’re really going to ignore me?” coil’s voice was a soft murmur, close to his ear, the warmth of his breath brushing against steampunk’s skin. but steampunk didn’t so much as flinch; he kept his eyes fixed stubbornly forward, his silence louder than any words could be.
coil let out a quiet sigh, a mixture of frustration and determination flashing in his eyes. “fine. if you won’t talk to me, i’ll just have to get creative,” he murmured, a hint of mischief creeping into his tone. without another word, he dipped his head down, pressing a light, lingering kiss to the curve of steampunk’s neck, feeling the way steampunk’s body stiffened beneath the unexpected touch.
coil could feel the faintest tremor run through him, and he grinned to himself, letting his lips trail slowly along steampunk’s neck, soft kisses punctuated by gentle, deliberate nips. he knew that steampunk’s neck was sensitive, that a touch there was enough to send a shiver down his spine. but steampunk kept his silence, his grip tightening on his arms as he tried to ignore the warmth of coil’s lips against his skin.
“still being stubborn?” coil murmured against his neck, his voice barely above a whisper, the words more of a breath than a sound. he tightened his hold, his hands sliding down to rest against steampunk’s waist, keeping him close, keeping him pinned. then, with the faintest smirk, he tilted his head and pressed a firmer kiss just below steampunk’s ear, letting his lips linger, applying the slightest pressure.
he felt steampunk’s breath hitch, a tiny involuntary reaction, and coil’s smirk grew as he began to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, each one a little slower, a little more deliberate. he placed each kiss with care, his mouth brushing softly, lingering just long enough to leave faint marks that bloomed beneath his lips. he left hickeys in a scattered path down the side of steampunk’s neck, each one a dark promise of his determination to break through his lover’s silence.
coil’s hands tightened around his waist, pulling him even closer as he leaned down, pressing a particularly deep, lingering kiss to the curve of his shoulder. he felt steampunk’s muscles tense beneath him, felt the way his breathing grew uneven, even as he fought to maintain his stubborn silence. coil could tell he was getting through, that each kiss was chipping away at the wall steampunk had so carefully built.
“you’re being impossible, you know that?” coil murmured, his voice a soft blend of fondness and frustration. “but if this is what it takes…” he let the sentence hang, unfinished, his lips pressing another slow, insistent kiss to the sensitive spot just below steampunk’s jaw, his mouth molding to his skin in a way that was as much an apology as it was a promise.
coil moved lower, tilting steampunk’s chin up to expose more of his neck, his mouth tracing soft, possessive marks along the column of his throat. each kiss was a silent confession, a lingering, unspoken apology that grew more intense, more fervent with each touch. he could feel steampunk’s resistance beginning to falter, a faint shiver running through him as coil’s lips moved down, pressing a series of soft bites along the line of his collarbone.
“still not talking, huh?” coil’s voice was low and teasing as he pulled back just enough to look at steampunk, a faint smirk playing at his lips. “guess i’ll just have to keep going, then.”
he slid his hands up steampunk’s torso, fingers grazing his chest, and with a smooth, gentle motion, he pulled his shirt aside, exposing the warm skin beneath. coil dipped his head down, pressing a soft kiss just above steampunk’s collarbone, letting his lips linger there before moving lower, tracing a slow, heated path down his chest. he left faint, possessive marks in his wake, his mouth pressing into the soft skin just above his heart, then lower, his kisses tracing the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.
coil could feel steampunk’s breathing growing more ragged, the quiet, almost imperceptible sighs escaping his lips betraying the effect coil’s touch was having on him. but steampunk still held his silence, his brows furrowing in an attempt to maintain his composure, even as coil’s mouth continued its slow, deliberate assault. coil grinned, a hint of challenge flashing in his eyes as he tilted his head, pressing a firmer, deeper kiss just above steampunk’s heart.
“you’re not making this easy on me,” coil murmured softly, his voice filled with a warmth that was both tender and teasing. he shifted his position, his arms wrapping around steampunk’s waist as he pulled him even closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin at the center of his chest. “but i’m not giving up that easily.”
coil’s mouth moved lower still, pressing kisses along the line of his ribs, each touch lingering, each kiss a reminder of his determination to make things right. he felt steampunk’s resistance crumbling with every touch, every soft, insistent kiss leaving him more vulnerable, more open, until finally, he let out the faintest, most reluctant sigh, his hands uncrossing, his body relaxing slightly in coil’s embrace.
“coil…” steampunk’s voice was barely a whisper, a hint of exasperation lacing his tone, but it was enough to make coil’s heart race, a small, triumphant grin breaking across his face.
“finally,” coil breathed, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of steampunk’s lips, his voice a mixture of relief and playfulness. “you really don’t make things easy, do you?”
“you’re impossible,” steampunk muttered, though his tone held no real anger, just a faint exasperation softened by the warmth in his eyes.
before he could speak the other's tongue swept into his mouth, a bold and teasing invasion that silenced the remnants of his stubbornness. the warmth of their connection ignited between them, a spark that chased away the chill of the earlier argument. steampunk’s surprise morphed into a soft gasp, and for a brief moment, he was taken aback, his body instinctively leaning into coil’s embrace as he tried to process the sudden rush of heat flooding through him.
coil took full advantage of the moment, deepening the kiss with a fervor that spoke volumes more than words ever could. he poured every ounce of apology, desire, and playfulness into that kiss, his lips moving with a practiced ease against steampunk’s. he explored the contours of his mouth, tasting him, savoring the way steampunk responded despite his earlier stubbornness. coil could feel him melting beneath him, tension draining from his body as he surrendered to the embrace, his hands finally sliding up to coil’s shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
steampunk’s resolve cracked a little more, and he began to kiss back, albeit reluctantly. coil reveled in the shift, his heart racing at the small victory. he gently coaxed steampunk’s lips open wider, his tongue teasing and dancing with his lover's in a playful rhythm. each movement was filled with a sense of urgency, a silent promise that he wouldn’t stop until steampunk finally let go of his anger.
“told you i’d get through to you,” coil murmured breathlessly when they finally broke apart, a mischievous glint in his eyes. his fingers trailed down steampunk’s sides, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. “you just needed a little… persuasion.”
steampunk’s cheeks flushed, a mix of irritation and something softer simmering beneath the surface. “you really think this is enough to make me forget?” he replied, his tone half-hearted, even as he leaned back in closer, seeking the warmth of coil’s body. coil’s heart swelled at the sight, feeling triumphant.
“oh, i’m counting on it,” coil teased, planting another kiss on steampunk’s cheek, trailing down to his jawline. “but if it’s not enough, i’ll just have to keep trying.”
“that might take a while,” steampunk shot back, his stubbornness still lingering, though it was now laced with a hint of playful affection. he was torn between annoyance and the undeniable desire to succumb to coil’s touch, his body betraying him with every brush of coil’s lips against his skin.
coil grinned, undeterred. he pressed another quick peck to steampunk’s lips before trailing more kisses down his neck, continuing the soft assault that had begun earlier. he relished the way steampunk melted against him, the way his defenses crumbled under the weight of each gentle touch. “good thing i have all night,” coil murmured against steampunk’s collarbone, his mouth lingering just long enough to leave another hickey, one that would join the collection already forming on his neck.
“coil!” steampunk protested weakly, but the heat of his voice was drowned out by a quiet gasp, a smile creeping onto his lips despite himself. coil’s kisses were relentless, each one more possessive than the last, and steampunk could feel his resolve slipping further with every press of coil’s warm mouth.
“just a few more,” coil promised, eyes sparkling with mischief. “you can’t honestly tell me you don’t like this.” he shifted slightly, deepening his hold on steampunk, his body warm and solid against him. “i can keep going as long as you want, you know.”
steampunk rolled his eyes, but coil caught the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. coil was relentless, kissing down steampunk’s body with purpose, exploring every inch with soft, deliberate touches. he trailed kisses across his chest, letting his lips linger on sensitive spots, each one coaxing soft sighs from steampunk that made coil’s heart race.
“you’re not mad at me anymore, are you?” coil murmured, looking up at steampunk, whose expression was a delightful mix of annoyance and reluctant affection.
“i… ugh,” steampunk stammered, his voice wavering as coil nibbled playfully at his collarbone. he tried to maintain his stubborn demeanor, but the affection coil was showering him with was starting to chip away at the walls he had built.
“just say it,” coil prompted, leaning back slightly, giving steampunk a moment to breathe, a grin spreading across his face as he held his gaze steady. “you know you want to.”
steampunk let out a defeated sigh, rolling his eyes even as a smile broke free. “fine. maybe i’m not mad,” he muttered, a hint of playful irritation in his tone. but coil could hear the underlying warmth, the affection that seeped through the cracks of steampunk’s defenses.
“that’s what i thought,” coil replied triumphantly, leaning in for another kiss, this one soft and lingering, sealing the promise of their unspoken affection
Chapter 27: DAY 27 : sourdough!! : COILPUNK
Chapter by coilfromphighting
Summary:
im not writing a civillian yearning for his wife.
Chapter Text
Chapter 28: 28 || illumina and his 3 girlfriends SATIRE : SFOTH CHAR
Chapter by coilfromphighting
Summary:
illumina and ice dagger sibling fluff bonding yippie
Chapter Text
Illumina stood in the clearing, his stern gaze fixed on the shimmering night sky, where stars twinkled like distant lanterns. The cool breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the faint scent of melting marshmallows and chocolate. His normally emotionless demeanor softened just a fraction, but it was hard to tell against the backdrop of his stoic presence.
“Are you sure you’re doing it right?” Illumina asked, his voice steady, almost unyielding, as he observed his brother Ice Dagger fumbling with a skewer. Ice Dagger was a hundred years old in the ways of the world, but his mental age seemed stuck at nineteen. He grinned with childlike enthusiasm, the frosty tips of his hair shimmering in the moonlight.
“Of course, I am! Watch!” Ice Dagger exclaimed, his excitement bubbling over as he held up a perfectly golden-brown marshmallow, clearly proud of his accomplishment. “Look at this beauty!”
Illumina raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching in what might have been the ghost of a smile. “It’s... acceptable. Just be careful not to burn it.”
“Pfft! You worry too much!” Ice Dagger shot back, carefully placing the toasted marshmallow between two graham crackers alongside a generous piece of chocolate. He took a big bite, his eyes lighting up. “This is amazing! You should try it!”
Illumina hesitated, glancing at the s’more with a mixture of curiosity and caution. “I’m not sure that’s a suitable meal for a deity.”
“Suitability be damned! Just one bite,” Ice Dagger insisted, shoving the s’more closer to his brother’s face. The warmth from the melted marshmallow wafted up, mixing with the cool night air.
With a sigh, Illumina relented, taking a small, measured bite. To his surprise, the flavors exploded in his mouth—sweet, sticky, and surprisingly delightful. He chewed slowly, maintaining his composed demeanor even as a flicker of enjoyment crossed his features.
“See?” Ice Dagger grinned, looking like a child who had just proven his point. “Told you it was good! You should loosen up more often.”
Illumina, though stern, couldn’t help but feel a warmth spreading through him—one that had little to do with the fire crackling nearby. “Perhaps,” he conceded, glancing at the stars once more. “But one must uphold a certain decorum, even during... s’mores.”
“Bah! Who needs decorum when you have a fire and a perfect marshmallow?” Ice Dagger laughed, his carefree spirit lifting the weight of Illumina's usual seriousness.
Illumina watched his brother with a faint smile, realizing that moments like this were rare and precious. “Just don’t let it go to your head,” he warned, but the words lacked their usual bite.
Ice Dagger winked, grabbing another skewer. “Oh, come on! What’s life without a little fun? Besides, you need to learn to embrace the chaos!”
As the two brothers continued to make s’mores under the vastness of the night sky, Illumina felt a warmth within that he rarely acknowledged. In that moment, he understood that even a stern deity like himself could find joy in the simplest of things, especially when shared with someone as delightfully reckless as Ice Dagger.
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"I hate my life. i hate it." settoijnbg grumbled, huffing
"these stupid payers"
"anothr skateboard abusing zuka, tricking all ove rthat poor mans head"
"i want ghosdeeri to give meh sone koral support"
"I aint ok"
"sup dude'-" traffijhc wgas fucihbg cut off
"shuytb the fuckl up u snobby snooby doo"
"rud-"
"rude mjhy fuckibgf ass bhuiuytch"
Chapter 30: DAY 30 || Treat master : PRINCESS
Chapter by coilfromphighting
Summary:
FINAL DAY!!! princess.
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In the dimly lit apartment, Princess lounged in her throne-like spot on the windowsill, her sleek black fur gleaming in the last light of the afternoon. Her blue-tipped horns were held high, and her golden collar gleamed as if to announce her authority. Her sharp gaze drifted across the room, finally settling on Hyperlaser, who was seated at the table, quietly reading. His helmet, which he wore to help his less-than-perfect vision, cast a soft glow from its display, faintly illuminating the page.
Princess stretched luxuriously, then let out a demanding “meowwrrr.” Hyperlaser didn’t move at first, absorbed in his reading. Annoyed by his apparent disregard, she flicked her tail and let out another, louder “meowwrrr!” The sound cut through the quiet room, sharp and insistent.
Hyperlaser looked up, his gaze obscured beneath the helmet’s tinted visor. His head turned in her direction, and he could faintly make out her dark silhouette against the window. There was no mistaking the tone of her “meowwrrr.” Slowly, he set his book aside, rising from his seat with a soft sigh. He knew this summons well enough—Princess wanted treats, and she wanted them now.
He moved carefully, guided by the soft display inside his helmet. Princess watched him with an expectant gaze, her eyes narrowing with impatience as he made his way toward the counter where her treats were kept. She let out an impatient “meewwoorr!” as if chiding him for his sluggish pace.
Finally reaching the counter, Hyperlaser reached up to the treat jar, nudging it open with cautious fingers. As he grasped a single treat, he felt the weight of her stare behind him—a stare so powerful he could practically feel it through his helmet. He turned, holding the treat in his hand, but Princess let out a low, disapproving “meowwrrr.” One treat? That wasn’t nearly enough.
With a faint huff, Hyperlaser reached back into the jar, fishing out another treat before making his way over to her perch. He held out his hand, placing the two treats at her paws. Princess lowered her head, giving the treats a quick sniff before batting one delicately with her paw, inspecting it as if to ensure it met her high standards.
Satisfied, she finally began to nibble on one of the treats, her tiny bites slow and deliberate. Hyperlaser waited nearby, his hands resting at his sides, watching her enjoy her well-earned tribute. As she finished, Princess lifted her chin, fixing him with a satisfied gaze. She let out a soft, almost purr-like “meowwrrr…” the sound laced with a hint of reluctant approval.
Content with her snacks, Princess returned to her windowsill, stretching out in her regal spot with an air of satisfaction. Hyperlaser finally turned back toward his book, hoping for a moment of peace before her next demand. But Princess, basking in her victory, watched him from her throne, already planning how she might send him back to the counter for yet another serving.
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