#and shoutout to coco!

[nothingunrealistic]

14. not enough, sheila and susannah

14. not enough

On nights like this, when thunder rumbles like a thousand Yamahas revving and shakes the windows in their frames, and lightning flashes bright enough you’d think it was broad daylight, and rain and wind pound the roof and walls searching for the thousand holes and cracks that’ll let them in to curl up by the radiator, Sheila lies awake and hears crying. The wind cried and sobbed like a child in the chimney — that was in a story someone read her once, or maybe it was a radio drama, and for some reason it’s stuck. Every storm brings a baby wailing for Mama, or a toddler with a skinned knee, or a child without a friend in the world.

Tonight, though, as Sheila listens, it sounds more and more like someone really is crying, and close by. It’s a rare sound — blubbering is one of the few things scorned equally by Nation’s warden and its inmates. Which means the only girl who’d dare to do it is one who doesn’t know the rules.

She turns onto her side, waiting until the next flash lights up Susannah’s bed. Empty.

Sheila kicks off her sheets and rolls out of bed. The floorboards squeal — they get louder every year, and there’s a few new bad spots just since she got out of bing — but the storm still drowns them out. Past the crammed-in beds, through the door with its shrieking hinges, three steps down the hall to the john, following the sound of sobbing.

There’s one dim light bulb left in the bathroom, the rest broken by lighters or lipsticks or shoes and never replaced. It’s just enough to see Susannah by. The bandage on her arm is the brightest thing in the room. Her head is bowed, and her hands squeeze the sides of the sink nearer the door, and if there were more light, her eyes would surely be red.

Sheila coughs. Susannah jumps about a foot. “Oh! Sheila!” She wipes her hands on her nightgown, all frantic. Not a bit elegant. “I-I-I was just… washing my face.”

Sheila’s learned a thing or two about Susannah since she got here, without being told. First thing: she lies a lot. Second thing: she’s bad at it. “Gotcha.”

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

It’s the bathroom, whaddya think? would be the easy answer. Wouldn’t be real, though, and Susannah might know it. “Couldn’t sleep. Never can when it storms like this.”

“Me neither,” Susannah says, too quickly. “That’s why I’m awake too.”

Another rumble rolls through the room, closer this time, and Sheila wonders if the roof’s finally going to fall in on them, until she sees Susannah putting a hand to her middle. Huh.

“Hungry?”

“Yes,” Susannah whispers. Christ, she sounds about ready to cry again. “All the time.”

“We’re all hungry here. Except when Rat gets something good and shares. Doesn’t happen much.” They’ve gotten used to it over the years, as the food’s gotten worse and the portions have shrunk. But Susannah, for all her troubles, seems to have eaten well enough before Nation; after three days, she must be feeling the pinch. “Want a cig?”

Susannah looks at Sheila like she’s nuts. “I can’t eat a cigarette.”

“You can smoke it. Smoking stops you being hungry, that’s how it keeps you thin.”

“No thank you,” Susannah says, somehow making it sound like fuck you. She’s got potential.

“Suit yourself. I’m having one.” Sheila pulls her pack and lighter from her nightgown. Susannah gives her the kind of critical eye she’s seen on the faces of a hundred nuns.

“Do you sleep with those in your pocket? Isn’t that a fire hazard?”

“This whole building is a fire hazard.” Sheila lights up. “You know why we don’t have billiards anymore?”

“Because it’s not ladylike?”

“Good guess, but no.”

“Because… you were throwing the balls at each other and Miss Asp confiscated them?”

“No. One day I hit a break shot and half the balls exploded. Set the table on fire.” Sheila waits a beat, watching Susannah’s face as she tries to work out whether Sheila’s pulling her leg. “Then she confiscated the rest.”

Susannah giggles, then shuts herself up like she expects a ruler to the knuckles. Could be that’s what she got at that school she says she burned down. Or from her parents, who don’t much sound like they’re full of jokes, any more than that oh-so-wonderful boyfriend of hers. She’s got every bit of the picture perfect family Asp wants them all to have, and she talks like she’s trying to be Betty Anderson. What’s she really doing here with a bunch of delinquents, clinging to Sheila like her shadow when she’s the most delinquent of them all? (No matter what Judith says.) 

And how is it that Susannah sometimes looks at Sheila like she can see right through her, leather jacket and skin and bone all peeled back to show her beating heart? That keeps her up at night, worse than any thunderstorm.

(Put a number and two characters in my ask box and get a hurt/comfort drabble)

[pathetic-gamer]

wip of hapi lol

[toriko-manga-and-memes]

Every heavenly king is a bloodlust battlefield maniac no matter how much they pretend not to be look at this boy’s face when he nearly got smashed by a giant boulder

Adrenaline junkies, all of them

[captainpriceslilwife]

So now for the real reason I'm here. So sorry in advance this is long. Your Gaz x Insecure!Reader miniseries has bewitched me body and soul omg. I'm not even a Gaz girl really. But I love this premise and often imagine it and try to make it happen with my guys (Simon or John) but it just doesn't work as well and it works SO well for Gaz and you just did it perfectly, I adore you for it. You make her and Gaz and us ruminate on her sad situation and it's so angsty and good thank youuu. And how you were so clear and detailed about why Gaz liked her??? Killing meee??? I'm so weak for mmc POV and you incorporated it so flawlessly, it was scrumptious, thank you. I was also beyond thrilled to see that you went the route you did with Part 3 - I was thinking the exact same as the other ask, where due to his job he basically no showed and ghosted, forced to call her after and try to explain himself etc. You managed to accomplish that but also soothe us by going the late route and it was phenomenal. I see that you're considering doing some blurbs and head canons, or continuing it if a specific scenario feels true to them. I just wanted to throw some your way - not a request or anything! Just offering some inspo as I adore this couple and think you write this trope flawlessly and I'm greedily hoping I'll get to read more Insecure!Reader. Please take or leave whatever you like from my ramblings!! I'm especially a slut for like the transitionary period between the first date or first few dates and like, when they really become a couple. You know the period when they're getting to know one another and getting into a groove, figuring out how things feel, what to expect? Experiencing firsts as a couple? I think this period is really ripe for great scenarios for this couple, especially as I'm headcanoning Insecure!Reader to be relatively inexperienced. Examples include

Little (or big) sweet things Gaz does to see her smile, make her blush, or wow her with his affection. Like sweet gestures, lavish compliments, or extravagant, thoughtful dates. Once she is aware he really likes her, he can really start to kill her little heart and pussy with his immaculate game, she is no match, really lmao. She's not received the rizz vaccine. Scenario option - I'm imagining on their second or third date Gaz really pulls out all the stops, plans a fantastic date that makes her feel like a million bucks. I'm also thinking she'd be so overwhelmed at the prospect of him wanting to take her out on the town, show her off. Headcanon or blurb option: all the little ways he finds to compliment her, and how the compliments develop as he starts to make his sexual attraction/interest clear and that starts to develop (The part where Gaz turns from so earnestly sweet to so hot and overt in his attraction will always be the best part of him to me).

Her discomfort at how she assumes they are perceived together in public, feeling inadequate in her general appearance or how she's dressed or groomed etc. Bc I know pretty boy can't help that he's hot but why can't he at least dress worse or have a bad hair day???

Thinking about her being insecure about particular kinds of inexperience, like has she even been kissed before? Is she worried she's bad at it? Same for sex?? I live for the sweet reassurance Gaz provides and his repeated heartbreak that his perfect girl is worried she's not good enough. Also when she realizes pretty boy is perfect ALL OVER??? Scenario: Like maybe she sees him shirtless one of the first times she comes over? She's like oh no, my body is NOT that hot, and maybe it makes her more nervous about his touches, or it slows the progress they were making toward fucking the first time. Him figuring out this is why would send meeeeee. He was worried he was making her uncomfortable, being pushy, or she was losing interest. When he finds out his little virgin is terrified her body isn't enough? And that she won't be good for him? Maybe even some heartbreaking moments where she lets him know about specific body insecurities she has, specific comments people have made. Gaz would die, and Gaz would fix it, orally and vaginally.

Ruminating on her inexperience and how it leads to really sweet and hot stuff during their first touches, first kiss, first time, etc. Bc she's so blushy and also so pretty and teary and anxious and Gaz is torn between making it better and making it worse bc she's soooo pretty like that? I'm thinking he really gets off on complimenting her and praising her because she's so blushy and shy and overwhelmed when he does that.

Scenario: Classic situation where they run into a classically pretty, beautifully dressed and groomed, confident and charismatic girl who is Gaz' friend, coworker, or ex at a party or event. Or even just a girl who flirts with him. She's upset by how well they get on, feels insecure at how gorgeous and likable the girl is, but is also threatened by the fact that her and Gaz look good together, is nearly sent spiraling by the girl's flirting. I'm thinking maybe pretty hurt/comfort with this idea. Like maybe Gaz isn't quite perfect here, maybe it does feel good to chat with his ex and she does look gorgeous and he slips and clearly checks her out. Maybe he's a bit oblivious to how it seems when he gets on so well with his friend, how affectionate they are. Maybe he's not as vigilant or proactive as he should be about rebuffing flirting (maybe he's trying not to be a dick because it's a friend of a friend?). And in each of these scenarios he's not as attentive as he should be that his girl is turning in on herself, becoming antisocial, is being left out. It's 4-6 months in so he's assuming the insecurity isn't as much of a thing anymore, forgetting it will always rear its ugly head. OMG maybe she literally starts tearing up and just has to leave, to flee. She wouldn't even be blowing up at him, is just like "well I don't want to be in the way/clearly I'm not what he's looking for, let me get out of his hair/not embarrass him or myself further." If you wanted to go nuclear you could even have the girl or her friends say something to Reader as she's leaving or in private, maybe in the bathroom. Classic mean girl shit. Ugh yes. He feels horrible. Cue fantastic apology and affectionate and passionate reassurance fuck.

I'm thinking there's tremendous potential for the classic 'taking nudes for her soldier to use when he's away' whether that's in Gaz photographing her or her taking them, and like him asking for them. I'm thinking she'd kind of be over the moon, albeit nervous, at how into her he is.

As a neurodivergent girl who is also plus sized and has only had like 4 people ever show any interest in me, I have no idea when anyone is flirting with me. I'm loving the idea of like a 6-8 months in date or something where Gaz gets jealous because someone's flirting with her and maybe he perceives that she's at least allowing it or even flirting back, and her just being shook when he tells her. Despite how her confidence has grown, he realizes she's still never assuming anyone is flirting with her. Cute lil misunderstanding scenario. I'm also a sucker for jealous guys and I think her realizing he got jealous would give her a lil confidence boost like wow he REALLY likes me.

I'm also thinking of how certain scenarios look given that you've also kind of headcanoned her to be such a sweetheart. Gaz being in awe of how understanding and forgiving she is, even when she's upset. etc.

Okay I'll stop now. I reblog to my sideblog btw. Love your writing and I'm happy to be here. Sorry again it's so long, no pressure to write anything. Thank you for blessing us with your writing! Much love <3

coco.....coco....everything you've written is so perfect.... I genuinely couldn't write it better myself. This is absolutely perfect do you understand me?????? You've put all of my thoughts about the two of them into words. Seriously, I've pictured all of these situations at least once and was like "damn...somebody should write that..." (like shawty, it's your writing....you need to be the one to write that) But your brain is so wonderful and beautiful that you appeared like a magical angel in my ask box with a divine message from my own subconscious mind.

I had such little motivation to write anything, and I have a couple of Gaz x insecure!reader asks sitting in my inbox that I've been chipping away at forever now since I had no motivation. But you've saved me. I am but a humble hummingbird and you have replenished my sugar water tank. I am forever in your debt coco. I love you.

[muirneach]

yayy 🎾🧱🧢

[shays-shack]

Hi it's been 15 billion years so here's a bunch of shit I drew on stickynotes

I've drawn barely anything traditionally that isn't on a stickynote or a small doodle and it's driving me insane tbh

[slavhew]

17/01/2024

coming back to sonic after 10 years away . honey im home

[paperstarry]

star star star i uh i know we don't talk much? but um yeah so hello my lovely mutual i wanted to ask, since i knew you are also a fire emblem three houses enjoyer so i wanted to ask about your ships for that game? just because i am curious 🥺

also i hope you are having a good day <3

Hi Rock!!!

Omg you're opening Pandora's Box with this ask, I ship so much in 3H, do you have an hour-

My favourite ship is Netteflix (Felix/Annette), I've been obsessing over their support for 5 years now <3 (everyone who knows me knows I will Not shut up about these two dorks lmao. The amount of AUs I created for them is unreasonable).

A close second is Ashe/Caspar, I love both characters individually and together they are so cute and fun!!! Cat dads!! Wandering Adventurers!! Big eaters!!! I need them to hold hands.

I also like Sylvain/Ingrid (him being a big charmer and her being the only one who can resist his charm!!!! Also whatever is wrong with Sylvain), Yuri/Bernadetta (childhood friends separated and reunited??? The DRAMA that was Yuri being hired to assassinate her!!!), Dedue/Mercedes (the end of their C Support left me in shambles), Hilda/Marianne (their ending card is so sweet and I swear Hilda gave Marianne the most gorgeous engagement ring), Dorothea/Edelgard (she wrote her a song/opera!! Also they have hot vampire vibes together) and many more....

What about you???

(hope you have a good day too <3)

[kaweeella]

Triforce heroes roavio design

Purple/blue version under cut since it hasn’t stopped rattling around my brain

[lipsticked-bookworm]

look i know pitchfork is controversial or whatever but the girlies who wrote the reviews for coco and clair clair’s albums GET IT

[iliveunderarock]

my friend and i both cosplayed len today and we recreated my drawing lmao (i’m stylish energy len)

i have collected a lot of backhanded comments on tiktok about my len headcanons so i drew evil len (white, straight, and cis) out of spite

[vutopia]

more veria picrew adventures... links one and two

[love-hold]

20 moments to recap AO25

(all singles moments i’m sorry)

1. carlos alcaraz (or rather buzzcutcaraz) debuted his new victorbarber haircut and was tomatoed for lack of a better word, causing his fans to crash out two weeks into the new season.

2. danielle collins made herself an enemy of australia (or at least of the crowd at her R2 match against hometown hero destanee aiava)

3. AO’s YouTube channel premiered AO Animated, a free livestream that cartoon animated RLA matches and captured moments like this.

4. laura siegemund knocked out AO24 finalist zheng qinwen R2, which doesn’t help how much people dislike her already after her match against coco gauff at USO23

5. 18 year old, ATP next gen champion joao fonseca battled through qualifying and knocked out 9th seed andrey rublev R1. for 24H he was praised as the next hot thing, claimed as part of the next big 3 along with alcaraz/sinner (rip holger rune). unfortunately, he was knocked out R2 by lorenzo sonego, teaching an important lesson on how we shouldn’t make these comparisons so hastily because that kind of expectation is anything but beneficial. leave the guy alone! (btw no hate to joao, i’m excited to see his career flourish!)

6. sunflowered naomi osaka—after being handed quite a draw—took revenge on the last two players that kicked her out of 2024’s hard court slams: the c/k-aros, caroline garcia and karolina muchova

7. lucky loser eva lys reached R4 and achieved her career best performance at a grand slam. the craziest part? she was notified 10 mins before her R1 match that she would be playing. i love a fairytale run!

8. 19 year old, next gen ATP finals runner up learner tien beat the 5 set, 2 AM chaos match specialist himself, daniil medvedev. one of the best matches of the tournament, learner kicked out AO24’s finalist in R2 with a dramatic fifth set tiebreak. he continued to rally himself to R4, the youngest player since 2005 nadal to do so.

shoutout to alex michelsen who defeated AO23 finalist stefanos tsitsipas and karen khachanov, and jakub mensik who defeated casper ruud. next gen!

9. jacob fearnley shut nick kyrgios up

10. novak djokovic refused to do the typical on-court post-match interview with jim courier in an act of protect against the comments of channel 9 host tony jones who heckled his fans and called him overrated.

11. oh AO kits. you were pretty underwhelming. nike hit another low—i can’t believe that tank top dress made it to the women’s final. in both colors. but there were positives. once again, coco and naomi: gorgeous. esp naomi’s sunflowers! ON finally changed their gradient colors. purple BOSS shirt! (unfortunately, didn’t see much of it) and i really loved destanee aiava’s story behind her kits. but jannik’s denim custom fox...this is what you give to the world number 1?

12. iga’s bakery opened again, dishing out a scary number of bagels and breadsticks. in fact, while the ATP had its ugly five setters like usual (jack draper playing 3 in a row), countless players from the WTA gave out 6-0’s and 6-1’s this tournament

13. kei nishikori lived up to his reputation as the five set king, defeating thiago monteiro R1 from two-love down

14. janholger delivered the chaos we expected. alpine-boy, sickly victorian child, jannik sinner practically melted on RLA, taking an 11 min MTO. holger then decided to take his own MTO, 5-3 on jannik’s serve. if that wasn’t enough, jannik decided to break the net, delaying the match another 20 mins. also, there was this point.

15. more “surprise players” (draw wise) reached the second week: nastia pavlyuchenkova (QF) belinda bencic (R4), olga danilovic (R4), paula badosa (SF), lorenzo sonego (QF), gael monfils (R4), elina svitolina (QF), ben shelton (SF), and madison keys (more on her later).

ALSO ben became the first active american man to reach the semis of different 2 grand slams.

16. elina and gael were true tennis power couple goals, knocking out #4 seeds jasmine paolini and taylor fritz R3, hours after the other and reaching the second week (shoutout to gael at 38 years old, still delivering entertaining five setters)

17. the projected novak djokovic and carlos alcaraz QF did happen to the joy of most tennis fanatics and to the horror of carlos’ fan base. the end result? carlos’ dream of the career GS slam was crushed once again, and novak’s thigh became equally injured, leading him to retire in his SEMIFINAL MATCH against zverev. he was boo-ed off the court. jfc.

18. world #1 jannik Winner defended his AO title in straights without giving up any break points, extending his match streak to 37-1 from oct. he only dropped two sets: the king of hardcourt, completely untouchable.

19. adding even more humiliation to the loss, zverev’s history of domestic violence (given the fact that said history has been blatantly ignored by the ATP) was publicly called out during his losers speech

20. and last but certainly not least MADISON KEYS DETHRONED 2X DEFENDING CHAMPION ARYNA SABALENKA, FINALLY EARNING HER WELL-DESERVED GRAND SLAM AT 29 (AT THE TOURNAMENT WHERE SHE MADE HER FIRST SLAM SEMI AS A TEEN), BATTLING THROUGH SABALENKA (1) SWIATEK (2) SVITOLINA (28) RYBAKINA (6) COLLINS (11). absolutely insane.

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I 100% missed many other moments, tag below for your top picks ;)

honorable mentions (that I can think of)

-adm reaching the QFs!

-taylor donating his R1 match earnings to help the LA fires

-keys v swiatek SEMI (including the shadow hitting/serve clock drama)

-novandy

[toriko-manga-and-memes]

Aww they know each other so well

I just love how all the kings squabble and fight and act very much like they hate each other but they understand each other so well without having to explain

[captainpriceslilwife]

little thing with John Price that goes from angst to smut to angst again and then fluff and back to smut....pretty much checked all the boxes here i think. okay yay <3 also ill be honest...idk if i like how this turned out, but.....here it is *serves up half-eaten charcuterie board made from lunchables*

Basically Price is using your daddy kink as a trojan horse to rewrite your neural pathways <3 but like...with love Shoutout @coco-killed-the-angels for implanting these worms (insecure girl x price) into my brain <333 CW: deep insecurities (bc i'm the one writing it, so...it's a given), daddy kink, crying, praise kink (?) - does it count if he's just praising you in a sexual setting and its not necessarily a kink idk, if you're allergic to true, deep love and you just want smut this is not the work for you, not DDLG but like...the cousin of it. Or sibling. DDLG adjacent.

Your day had started off rough.

Well, the whole week, really. With deadlines and headaches looming over your head, it's no wonder that you ended up in such a state this morning.

You were just barely fighting the childish urge to just whack the brush over your head, so you tried to move on to putting your makeup. Which only ended in you crying in frustration when it started to cake up, and then you began crying even harder when your tears started making the rest of it slide off of your face.

"So fucking stupid." You had whispered under your breath as your shaky hands wiped at your face in a sorry attempt to fix everything - only to make it worse.

That's how John found you in the bathroom, furiously scrubbing at your face with a towel to wipe everything off as you sobbed quietly to yourself.

"Woah, woah, woah...sweetheart." His hands are quick to wrap around yours to halt your movements, and you try to bow your head to avoid his gaze, but he tilts his head right alongside you. "What's all this, huh? What's wrong, sweet girl?"

And he tries his hardest to comfort you, he really does, but you're just so lost in your anguish that you blow up in his face the moment he suggests you be gentle with yourself.

"No! I have to wear makeup today because my face is breaking out and I look ugly, b-but I keep ruining it because I'm crying! God, I can't do anything without ruining it!"

Maybe you were just hormonal or about to get your period, but it didn't matter. Your insecurities sound the same no matter what chemical is bouncing around in your brain to cause it.

Which is how you ended up here - on your hands and knees on the bed, facing the mirror on the dresser with John's cock nestled deep inside of you.

He had already been working you up for hours, teasing and licking and fingering you until you could barely hold yourself up - which explains why he's got one hand curled at the base of your skull to hold your head up by your hair to force you to watch as he fucks you.

But he's not even fucking you. He's just...sitting inside of you. Not moving. Making you whine and whimper as he stares at you through the smudged reflection of the mirror. You plead with him quietly, fresh tears blooming to wash away the dried tracks from your earlier malaise, but he just shakes his head and pulls your hair back a bit more.

"I already told you what to do, sweetheart. Go on." But you just blink at him dumbly with those teary eyes, too far gone to remember how you got here, let alone what he just said five seconds ago. But that's alright - if war taught him anything, it was how to be patient. Especially with a soft thing like you.

"Daddy's not moving until you say something you like about yourself."

Oh, right. That.

You had kind of been hoping he would just fuck your brains out so you could ignore your little meltdown earlier and forget it ever happened - but clearly John had different plans.

"I don't want to."

Brat.

Even when you were trembling beneath him and begging him to fuck you, you still had the nerve to talk back to him. But John knows you well enough to know that you aren't acting out just for the fun of it. So, he isn't going to punish you now. You're upset, and insecure, and you just want him to take it all away so you don't have to think about it.

Which is exactly what he's doing - even if you can't see it from where you are mentally. He's just playing the long game.

"One thing, baby." He murmurs in your ear, locking eyes with you in the mirror as he curls himself over your back to press his hairy chest into you, making you mewl softly. "Just say one little thing you like about yourself, and Daddy will fuck you, just like you want. I promise."

And you poor thing - you're just so desperate. You're cunt is leaking around his cock and no matter how much you try to rock your hips back to get some kind of friction, he's holding you too tight to make any real progress.

So you give up. Or give in. Either way, you decide to just let go and think of something - if only just to get him to pound you into the mattress the way you wanted.

But when you looked at yourself in the mirror - all puffy eyes, splotchy cheeks, and tangled hair - all you could see is what you didn't like.

Every bump, every scar, every part that's too much, and every part that's not enough. Suddenly every mean voice in your head has a stage - telling you about all the times you failed and how you aren't worthy of anything good in this world. Ugly, stupid, worthless, annoying-

There's nothing you can think of, even to just throw out meaninglessly to get him to hop off your case. Nothing.

And all you can do is choke out a pathetic sob - lower lip trembling violently as you squeeze your eyes shut to block out the mean voices circling around in your head. "Daddy, I can't...I c-can't think of anything."

He had expected a bit of resistance from you, but the way your face crumpled so sadly at the prospect of complimenting yourself made his heart ache in his chest. Clearly your insecurities were running deeper than surface-level, and he'd have his fair share of work cut out for him if he wanted to make you feel better.

"Shh, hey, hey, hey. It's okay." He coos softly, removing his hand from your hair to curl it around you to rest it against your sternum. He sits back against the bed and takes you right along with him, planting you on his lap with your back pressed against his chest - with his cock still inside of you. You're grateful for it, since you know you'd just spiral even more if he took it out and left you feeling empty and cold while you were already on the verge of a complete breakdown. "Daddy can help. I'll help you out, sweetheart."

"We can think of things together, my love. It's okay." He murmurs quietly as he wraps his arms around you, rocking you back and forth slightly as he gently hushes your tears. His thumb comes up to wipe away the fresh tears that slip down your cheeks, and he can feel his heart cracking in two at every little heartbroken whimper and sob that manages to escape your lips.

"What about your pretty eyes, hm? The ones that help you read all of those books, even when it's a little dark? The same eyes Daddy loves to wake up to every morning?"

You blink owlishly through your tears, your hiccups coming to a halt for just a second as you begin to process his words. He's not talking about the color of your eyes or what shape they are, but what they can do. You've been so caught up on how every part of you looked...not what they were actually meant for.

Your eyes aren't supposed to be the prettiest color or the 'perfect' shape. They're job is to help you see. And you can read, and admire the sunset, and cry, and watch TV - and none of it has to do with how your eyes look. They're the same eyes that lock onto John's from across the room and tell him 'it's too much. can we go home?' without ever having to say a word. And he always knows how you're feeling, just from taking one look at your eyes.

"And what about your hair? Don't you like braiding it and putting it up in all those pretty hairstyles? Don't you like how Daddy can play with it when you get all sleepy?" You turn your head around to look at him through your tears, and you take in a shaky breath as you nod your head silently in agreement. "Yeah...I know I like it, sweet girl."

You let out a restrained whimper as his words settle over you, your heart cracking in a way that it never has before - like its rearranging itself to fit the beautiful image of his perception of you. You can feel his hand gently squeeze your arm to silently urge you to continue on your own, and it takes you a minute to think of something before you let out a trembling whisper.

"M-My nose..." You sound uncertain, blinking up at him for validation only to be met with a loving smile and an encouraging nod. "I like my nose."

Your nose was never meant to look like everyone else's. It's just there to help you breathe. To bring oxygen to your blood to keep you alive and healthy. And it helps you smell everything - the bread at the farmers market, John's cologne bottle whenever you missed him too much in his missions, even the gross candles at the store that you force John to smell too just so you can both suffer together. It even crinkles up whenever John presses a kiss to it when you aren't expecting it, which always makes him laugh and makes him press just one more to it to get you to giggle and swat him away.

"Yes...good girl." He praises softly as he presses a line of kisses along your shoulder, reverent in both his touch and stare as he tilts your chin back towards the mirror. "Keep looking at yourself, darling."

"And Daddy loves your beautiful smile...you know, that's the first thing I miss when I go away. I keep a little picture of you in my vest just so I can see it even when I'm on my missions. I love seeing my gorgeous girl look so happy." His words coax another watery sob from you, which he quickly soothes by running his hands gently up and down your arms. Eventually he trails them down and circles his hands around yours, using his thumbs to massage gentle circles into your palms as you cast your gaze down to watch. "And your hands...didn't you bake me those cookies last week with these hands?"

"Yes, Daddy." You nod once again, and he brings both of your hands up to wipe at the tears that are dripping off of your cheeks and down to your torso.

Your body let you express your love for him in all the ways you wanted - hugging, kissing, cuddling, crying, laughing, talking, listening, touching - you could go on forever now that you're really thinking about it.

Your body was a vessel for love - a home that could fit all the adoration and affection that John could possibly give you and you could give him - and instead you were using it to house all of the shame everyone else had burdened you with over the years. But John had all the patience in the world, and if he had to pick that shame out piece-by-piece in order to burrow his love inside of you, then that's what he'd do. Happily.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty...such a pretty little girl you are." He punctuates every one of his words with a kiss to your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, your hair...all until he reaches your ear when he finally whispers, "I'm so lucky to have you, baby."

And you poor thing - now your blubbering in his lap as your brain tries to comprehend the sheer amount of love he's pouring into you, and he just continues to hold you patiently as you work through it. It's only when you finally calm down a bit that he speaks up.

"I think you're so beautiful, my love. Inside and out. But if you look in the mirror and you don't like what you're seeing, for whatever silly reason, I want you to remember that your worth comes from a lot more than how you look. Do you understand, baby?" He waits until you nod your head before he plants a kiss right to the crown of your hair. You can feel his hand settle on your thigh, thumbing the sensitive inner skin as he locks eyes with you in the mirror.

"Do you want to keep going?" And then you see it - settled underneath his love and admiration for you is a spark of concern. He doesn't want to push you too hard, especially in a delicate setting like this. His cock is still hard and nestled deep inside of you, but you know if you said the word right now he'd end this all in a heartbeat to make sure you were comfortable and taken care of.

But you don't want him to stop. It feels different this time around - like it's not just sex. It's something more ritualistic than that. So you nod your head once more, making sure to keep your eyes on him in the mirror so he can see how earnest you are.

And slowly, carefully, he readjusts you back into the position you were in before - on your hands and knees facing the mirror. And you can see him watching you closely for any sign of discomfort or regret, but all he's met with is trust in those teary eyes of yours.

"Keep telling me what you like, sweetheart."

And so you do. Clumsy compliments stumbling out of your mouth as he finally starts to rock his hips, granting you the relief you've been craving from him for what feels like forever now. And the more you praise yourself, the more intense his thrusts get - but he never turns rough. Not even for a second. He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he whispers his own devotions into your ears, pushing himself as deep as he can as if he's trying to plant the words directly inside of you.

You're so overwhelmed by the love and the pleasure he's giving you that you barely even realize how fast your orgasm is sneaking up on you, but he notices. He can feel you clenching around him as your thighs begin to shake, and he doesn't waste a second in gently guiding your gaze to look at yourself in the mirror once more.

"Are you a pretty girl, baby?" He grunts softly, barely staving off his own release long enough to drive his message home. You begin to nod your head frantically, too caught up in your impending climax to form any coherent sentences as you begin to flutter around him - but he's not having any of it.

"Yeah? Go on, then. Daddy wants to hear you say it."

"I-I'm a..." Your stuttered words are cut off by a deep moan, and your eyes squeeze shut tightly as you clamp down around him. "I'm a p-pretty girl!"

And then you're sent into the most mind-shattering orgasm you've ever had in your life. You can feel yourself gush around him and you hear his restrained curses as you collapse into the bed, but even your own voice sounds muffled as you call out his name with a quivering cry. He fucks you right through it, leaving you trembling and crying from the intensity as he finally spills inside of you with a few tears of his own.

He just barely catches himself before he collapses on top of you, and it takes him a minute to catch his breath before he readjusts to, very carefully, pull himself out of your squelching cunt. He coos gently as you whine at the loss of contact, and he scoops you up like you're a porcelain doll that'll shatter if he's not careful.

You're still so fuzzy from the intensity of it all, but he places you in his lap to let you bury your face in his neck, and his arms quickly wrap around you the second that your trembling form curls up to him like a kitten in a storm.

"There she is." He whispers softly as he kisses your forehead, one hand trailing up and down your back as the other one circles tightly around your shoulders to ground you with his presence. "There you go, sweet girl. Take a deep breath, my love."

He can feel the little puffs of air hitting his neck as he continues to hold you, and it brings him back down to earth as well as he works you through your comedown. Soft whispers of praise graze your ear as he moves to clean you up, keeping his movements soft and careful when he sees your eyes begin to flutter shut.

And you look up at him with so much love and trust when he finally pulls you down to lay back against the pillows, he can't stop himself from taking a moment to brush at the soft skin of your cheek before he presses his lips against yours. It's not hungry or lustful - just pure love being poured into you as he pulls the covers up to cover your bare form.

He pulls back just enough to murmur quietly against your lips, eyes looking down at you with so much reverance it makes your head spin.

"I love you so much, baby."

And you can't help the little wobble in your lips or the glassiness in your eyes as you rest your head against the pillow, pulling him closer with your shaky hands as you plant a little kiss on his lips.

"I love you, too, Daddy."

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Why did they change Fellow’s and Gidel’s name for EN but not Rollo’s? So weird you’d think they’d at least be consistent and change all the names or none at all.

[Referencing this post!]

hchfxbjsbajCgwhq Deep breaths, everyone 😅 Deeeeeeep breaths…

I know a lot of us might be displeased with the name changes (moreso with Fellow’s than with Gidel’s) but let’s remember that, at the end of the day, they’re just names. They’re not erasing the original names, they’re not changing the context of the event story, and no one will force you to use the new names if you don’t want to. Your feelings are valid, but please be mindful about how you express them (because unfortunately I fear it can very easily veer into insulting or talking down to the localization/the localization team or fans who don’t mind/actually like the name changes 💦 It is partly for this reason that I did not include the other asks I received on this topic, as they could be needlessly inflammatory).

That being said, here are my thoughts on the matter: initially, I didn’t like the names. My automatic thought was that they sound like a corny 4Kids dub where they changed the Obviously Japanese Name (ex: Ichigo) to something Very Western (ex: Zoey). However, I’ll also be the first to admit that I also initially found the Japanese names odd because who names their kid FELLOW?? It’s like naming someone Person. I’m used to it now, but it definitely took me weeks and weeks to consider “Fellow Honest” a full name.

I’ve seen some people say that Fellow and Gidel’s names are meant to be silly sounding (and so the localized names are actually fitting), but I don’t agree with that sentiment. To my knowledge, no one in-universe ever laughs at their names or says they’re out of place. If the names were intended to be perceived as silly, there would be remarks indicating this. For example, “Tsunotaro”/“Hornton” IS silly because characters make explicit mention of how strange the nickname is. This is not true of Fellow and Gidel, so I don’t believe their names are supposed to be unserious.

I’ve also seen a lot of people poking fun at “Ernesto Foulworth” because “it sounds like such an obvious name for a scammer”. And yeah, maybe that’s true depending on who’s looking at it. I get where people are coming from. Buuut to play devil’s advocate, “Fellow Honest” invokes similar vibes. Both names have that element of honesty/earnest, but “Fellow” is more of a “John Doe” or generic name whereas “FOULworth” sounds bad since we associate the word foul with negativity. Essentially, both names are shady in their own ways but “Ernesto Foulworth” gets more flack because foul triggers an automatic negative association whereas fellow is more neutral.

So then I sat with the localized names for a little longer and the changes started to make a little more sense. To me, both sound very Italian, which fits given that Pinocchio has Italian origins. Additionally, “Ernesto” looks and sounds like “earnest”, which refers to being truthful. His surname, “Foulworth”, may be a reference to Honest John’s full name? Worthington Foulfellow. (I have no insights for Gino, unfortunately… other than making him “match” Fellow’s name better since they’re a pair?)

In all honesty (heh) though, I still don’t really like the new names even considering that context. I’ll probably keep calling them by their Japanese ones. I’ll never be a fan of any name changes because it means I have to go back and edit the tags on ALL my related posts, lol

Side note: shoutout to all the folks saying the names sound Ace Attorney-esque, how you think of Ernesto de la Cruz from Coco, and/or joking about how the EN names are Fellow and Gidel’s fake identities/aliases while they’re on the run from the cops 😭 I laughed too hard reading those comments cbwhebjzbwiwhwlek

Now, I’m not sure why the names were changed considering that names prior have largely been unchanged (Cheka, Marja, Najma, Rollo, etc.), save for maybe some spelling changes (Meleanor -> Maleanor, Baul -> Baur, Farena -> Falena, Leven -> Raverne, etc.). The only huge exception to this is Kifaji, who became Neji in EN. Here’s some theories and speculation going around in the fandom about Fellow and Gidel’s changes:

Copyright issues???? For example, you can’t really trademark “Fellow” and “Honest”, but you could maybe trademark “Ernesto Foulworth”. (This doesn’t explain Gino’s name or why they couldn’t trademark “Fellow Honest”.)

Another interpretation of copyright issues theory is that there’s weird legal stuff happening between Aniplex and Disney (international), which forced the name changes. (I think this one assumes a lot of tight regulations and hinges on how litigious big corpos and especially Disney are when it comes to “protecting” their brand and properties.)

Some have suggested that “Fellow Honest” is noun-adjective word order, which is uncommon in English. In “Ernesto Foulworth”, the first name looks and sounds like the adjective “earnest”, meaning the adjective(s) come first, which is more common in English. (This theory is a little incomplete though; there is no noun in the localized name to complete the thought. Additionally, Japanese also usually goes with the adjective-noun rule, so “Fellow Honest” would be an unusual name for JP too. And again, no explanation for Gino.)

… ITALIAn REP BABY 🇮🇹