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To Riski, it always felt like wearing next to nothing at the Gold Saucer was not just allowed, but outright encouraged. Even his current getup hardly warranted a second glance - tiny black briefs that were barely concealed by silver-accented lavender skirts, paired with a pitiful excuse for a jacket that really only covered his arms and shoulders.

Silver coins sewn onto the skirt’s bottom hem jingled and swirled around Riski’s ankles as he walked. He stood aside to let a Senor Sabotender actor pass before making his way to the Card Square, a small skip in his step. The cards often played to his favor, a little lucky fact that Riski liked to use to his advantage whenever possible.

It was with a deliberate saunter that Riski weaved through those gathered around the tables. He paused to let a group of children run past, glancing up at the tall man he waited beside. And then looked again, more seriously.

Nobody had any right to be that outrageously attractive. The colorful lights played off his otherwise blue-hued skin and added a rainbow of accents to his darker blue hair.  Riski swallowed, his tongue feeling thick and stupid as his mind spun itself in a circle. Tongue-tied. He’d heard the phrase, certainly, but experiencing it for himself was a whole new layer of understanding what it truly meant.

The man reached out to pick up his cards, and without conscious thought Riski found himself stopping him with a light touch to his forearm. “I could blow… on them, if you like,” Riski offered with a coy smile and a well-placed pause. “For luck.”

Golden eyes flicked down to look at him, and for a moment Riski felt like a fly in amber, his heart hammering against his ribs. A handful of thunderous seconds passed before the man picked up his cards and held them out facedown. Riski obliged, violet eyes not straying from gold as he leaned down and pursed his lips.

The man gave him a smile that sent warmth curling in the pit of Riski’s belly. Riski straightened and canted his head to the side slightly, offering a smile in return. The last thing he expected was what happened: the handsome card player hooked his index finger under Riski’s chin to raise his face, in the same moment leaning down to meet his mouth.

It was a kiss that left Riski breathless. When they parted, he found his hands curled tightly around the lapels of the other elezen’s fancy coat. “Good luck,” Riski whispered, not trusting his voice to not crack.


(not exactly ‘rough’… but I hope this meets with approval regardless! :D)

What “Kim Possible” taught me about people...

This popular cheerleader…

is not only a straight A student, she’s outgoing, friendly, helpful, and best friends with the most unpopular kid in school. She has skills that most Olympians can only dream of and saves the world on a regular basis. All she asks for is a ride in the future.

She also suffers with social anxiety, gets nervous around her crush, worries about popularity, obsesses over clothing labels, tends to be over competitive and bossy, and overextends herself with activities.


This Jersey Rat Mullet Man…

calls everybody by annoying nicknames, left his job because they wanted him to cut his hair, and breaks into random air guitar solos.

He’s also a genius mechanical engineer. Seriously.


This dowdy looking woman…

Collects stuffed animals, bakes cookies, and is “all about cute and cuddly.”

She’s also a bio-geneticist able to genetically engineer monsters.


This distinguished looking gentleman…

pretty much became a Bond villain because he was bored and had too much money. He views villainy as a hobby and is soft spoken, affable, and polite.

He’s also an X-Games level athlete.


This freckle faced dork…

has been rejected by almost every girl in school. He loses his pants daily, struggles with grades, is an accident prone klutz, is terrified of monkeys, frequently has juvenile interests, and may smell like overripe fruit.


He’s also…


a sidekick…


a culinary whiz…


a performer…


an athlete…


someone who bucks trends…


a superhero…


a super villain… 


the answer to a prophecy…


twice…


a best friend…


a big brother…


a warrior…


the savior of the planet…


and the guy who gets the girl.

Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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