#but this au...........;;.;... ive been thinking about it again

[technically-human]

Man robotnik is such a paradox in the hanhaki au 💀

I have so many thoughts bht they're all jumbled

It's kinda sad he assumes their marriage will for sure fail...

But also it makes me think: is rob an optimistic person?

I feel like hes usually fairly confident in himself and his work. He's definitely very determined considering he keeps fighting sonic over and over again and assume he'll win every time

Which is interesting that rob doesn't seem too confident about this marriage thing

Perhaps its the nerves thats getting to him, hey, ive been there too pal *pats rob on back*

Against his wishes, Robotnik is a human and therefore made of contradictions and irrationality.

He is very confident! Of course he is. He has consistently been the best, the smartest, the superior one. It sets him apart from everyone else. He's never wrong. Sure, other people don't like him, but that's because they're inferior, they're the ones who are wrong.

And if he fails? Then he can only try again. Because if he can't do something, chances are no one else can. And he needs to prove it's possible. He knows he can, he just needs to prove it, and then everyone else will know too! Being a genius is like that, always having to show others things you see clearly.

But the thing is, Robotnik is actually very, very resentful of his loneliness. Everyone else, despite being inferior, gets a family. Parents and siblings and friends and a normal childhood where maybe kids at school don't like them but at least they can go home to people who do. Robotnik doesn't get that. The people who were meant to love him are out of the picture, and so he goes on, unloved.

The problem with marriage, then, is that it's the one thing in which other people are above him. Other people got to see parents who were married, or who loved each other, or siblings who found the one, or something.

How could Robotnik do well on something he has absolutely no experience at all? He's far less prepared than everyone else! And he can't, he can't go into something and become the worst at it, because being the best is all he has.

[potatomountain]

C:IU CH 4

Chapter Four

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Pairing: Poly 0t8 Ateez x fem reader AU: Mafia/detective Genre: 18+ poly romance, action Word Count: 2.9k Summary: Win Warnings: 18+, mentions of trauma, sex/suggestive talk, mentions of captivity, illegal ring fighting, mxm, woosan smut.

AN: So maaaybe i finished this off kinda half asleep but ive been working on this chapter since before ch 3. heavily inspired by bouncy era woosan in the mv and i did reference the video a lot for the fight and yes those are the fits they're wearing. anyways, hope you enjoy! this chapter is before MC is in the picture.

Dividers and banner made by me @potatographics. Usual beta readers tagged in masterlist! No editing done!

“Do I have to stay in this stupid van?” Out of all the things that San could complain about, this seemed to be what irked him the most. It was small and cramped, and creaked with each shift of his weight inside. If it wasn’t for the windows- which Wooyoung had still blacked out the ones in the back- he would refuse to step into it at all.

It reminded San too much of the small room he had spent three gruelling years in.

Wooyoung seemed unphased, holding the keys up that had a naked lady charm attached and an optimistic grin. Real charming, San thought. “I’ll be with you the whole time Sannie, don’t worry! And I think it has some… spark to it.”

“It’s a hippy van at best and smells of sex and urine.” San snapped back, narrowing his eyes on the man. 

Wooyoung just shrugged, glancing at the company they had and ignoring San’s protests. “Is this enough of a cover, Captain?”

While San wished for anything else, it was not his decision, even if he was unhappy about it. He turned to stare down the slightly smaller man with a hard gaze, maybe a bit of intimidation would work, not that San thought he was any good at it. He still lacked the backbone when dealt with a threat, not unless he was ordered. And he was more afraid of the Captain than most men that would try and intimidate him.

Hongjoong was eyeing the white van critically, taking in the space in the back with the built in bed. He had asked Wooyoung to arrange a cover for San, but this was not what he expected. “So he… lives in the van? You’re making him… homeless?”

“Not entirely. This is his home.” Nonchalantly the smallest of them motioned to the van once more, keys jiggling from the movement. “He needs to appear desperate if he’s going to be hired to fight for the Vipers. Unless you’re already in the Vipers and want to prove your metal, you sign up for the brawls for the reward of drugs or money. Since we need him sober, homeless would be his best bet. I do find work for the desperate, it’s one of my many talents.”

“Is there anything you don’t have your hands in?” San snapped, again, at the man. The more he learned about Wooyoung, the more he believed him an enigma. He had connections with most, if not all the gangs in the city and in different fields of work. He had recently learned how Wooyoung had met Yeosang and convinced him to work for Hongjoong, which paired with how San originally met him, was quite a shock. 

But he also knew Wooyoung had the charisma to convince a stranger the sky is green. Something about him just draws you in and makes you want to trust his word or find a reason to keep him around.

The smile Wooyoung flashed San was just proof of that. “I’ve been a busy bee Sannie, connecting with all types of people is what I do best. Especially in the underworld. I’ve lived in it my whole life.” He patted San on the back and nudged him towards the van. “So trust me on this. Not like you have to live here still, we have our apartment."

While he encouraged San to give the van a chance, he explained once more the cover to both San and Hongjoong. A man new to the city, looking for work. They already trudged up a fake identity with some petty crime and enough of a record that finding�� decent work wasn’t exactly a viable situation. But also nothing too crazy to earn him a rep with the Vipers. They wouldn’t put anyone in the ring they thought would be too hard to control, either from bloodlust or a bad temper. They’d find another use for them. But they wanted San in the ring specifically.

Hongjoong was convinced of the identity that Wooyoung had created for San, now turning to the muscle man with a question in his gaze. “Can you handle this?”

San had just managed to get on the unit after a couple years of cheating his way through the police academy, where he only needed to complete the last few semesters, and then police work as a uniform. He had earned the title guard dog both as part of the pirates and as a uniform, but as for jobs that required more than guarding something or getting physical, this was the first out of that margin. He had to act the part. Pretend to be someone else. Willingly let himself get beat even if he could fight back this time. It was that last bit he was sure his Captain was worried about. San still didn’t handle getting hit very well.

He was still easy to push around, could still slip into that headspace of obey or suffer. He required some… care after getting hurt.

But no one knew that better than Wooyoung, as he was the one to supply that care every time. Perhaps that was why San looked to Wooyoung for the answer, as if he would know better if San could do it or not.

Wooyoung was once more unphased though, his grin widening as he took San’s hand in his. “You can.” There wasn’t an ounce of doubt in his tone or expression, and San believed him.

He didn’t protest after that, standing a bit straighter. Determination surged through him to prove Wooyoung right, to show his faith was not misplaced. If Wooyoung was sure he could do it, then he would grab onto that confidence with his whole being.

Hongjoong observed them both with a neutral expression, observing them closely. He offered a smile when he came to a conclusion of his thoughts. “Alright, then Yeosang will add in the security and equipment and you both can start. Remember to make your way up the ranks, get noticed. Vipers aren’t that thorough about background checks nor that cautious about who they let into their ring. But if you make them money…”

The Vipers liked to keep their money makers close, usually they reported to one of the three heads. While they weren’t willing to let one of their dealers infiltrate, and Hongjoong didn’t feel right getting one of the women to work for the other, their best bet was the fight ring. That’s what San was in for.

True to his word, Wooyoung got San in the ring not even a few days later. He stayed in the van with him, calming him down when it got too dark in the small van. Or too quiet. Would distract him the way Wooyoung knew best. The way the man enjoyed.

Maybe San enjoyed it too.

His nerves were shot before the first fight, the noise inside the warehouse barely making it out of the giant brick and metal building to the surrounding night air. Or maybe that was because of the crowd outside comparing cars they’ve decked out in ways San would normally find interesting if not for his nerves. He could spot Mingi in a crowd, showing off his own car to a bunch of women in barely any clothing and men who looked green with envy. Though San only glanced briefly, knowing damn well he wasn’t supposed to know Mingi; better yet, Malik the playboy street racer.

He was just a novice fighter, looking to make quick cash in the ring. And potentially glory. That's what he was to those around him.

Plenty of people seemed to know Wooyoung–well, Mito. He nodded, waved and smiled at a lot of them. Quite a few women came up, even a few men, just to shamelessly flirt.

San didn't want to address the fact it made his blood boil. That he wanted to pull Wooyoung close and kiss him. Stake a claim. This was the man's life, his connections and reputation. This was Wooyoung's world… San wasn't a part of it.

Not yet. Not fully. 

And if some of those people checked out San when Wooyoung introduced him as Chan “the mountain”, San wasn't aware. More like, he didn't care. He didn't want to be seen in a sexual light, not by the men at least. The women? Well he may have returned a flirty smile or several.

Soon enough San was inside a makeshift locker room, fighting off cold sweats while Wooyoung was out in the audience collecting bets. It didn't matter if San won tonight, just that he made a big impression. To San, it did matter that he wins. 

Tonight wasn't just an important night for the cover. It wasn't just a fight for an in. It was personal.

Soon enough, he was in the ring, staring down a man bigger than him, with scars and a smug smirk. He glanced over his shoulder at Wooyoung, just to notice he looked tense. He leaned over the ropes when Wooyoung beckoned him closer, feeling his breath on his neck. “They switched out your opponent, I’m sorry.”

That just made this fight even more personal. The original fighter was supposed to be a newer one- this guy was clearly experienced in the ring.

Yes, he didn’t need to win, not for the mission.

Just for himself.

Easier said than done when, it took everything San had just to block and dodge the man’s attacks at first. He took a few hits, his head ringing, panic gripping his spine in a tight hold that made his movements rigid.

He circled the ring, hands up as he wiped his bloody lip, eyes on the brute that was enjoying this. His vision momentarily blurred, picturing another man who had enjoyed hurting San.

Then he saw Wooyoung over the man’s shoulder. Wooyoung who had shown unwavering faith in him. Wooyoung who, for the first time in awhile, showed genuine concern for him. No, not concern: fear.

Wooyoung, the man of many faces, hiding behind many layers of himself, was afraid for San.

As a hit connected to San’s stomach, he didn’t take his eyes off the man who feared for him. He saw the twist of his brow, the white of his knuckles as he gripped the rope as if ready to jump in should San need it. 

He would look back at this moment and say it was this moment where he realized he was in love with Wooyoung. Not only in love, but he knew without a doubt the other cared for him more deeply than he let on. Enough that he was debating blowing their cover just to protect him.

It was no longer about winning it for himself, but Wooyoung. It was no longer about standing up for himself after a monster beat him down; nor was it about proving his worth in many ways.

It was about him. Jung Wooyoung. And protecting him in the one way San could.

Another swing came for his face but like a switch, San dodged it, honing into his taekwondo days. No matter how many times he got beat by a girl, he had gotten up to fight again. He bet she could handle this brute. How would she?

San was on the defensive now, connecting his first blow and not stopping there. Even when he was hit, he swung back with two of his own. Quick, precise hits, and with the strength to really push it home.

Still, San did find himself flat on his bag, wincing as his head had hit the floor of the ring with some force. Disorientated enough that he didn’t see the fist flying down at him until it was already in swing. He acted quickly, rolling away and kicking his opponent away even if it had him stumbling back and over to the chair in the corner where Wooyoung was. He collapsed against it, his opponent taking a moment to regain himself as well.

Wooyoung brought a bottle of water to his lips, whispering just for him to hear. “Do you need to pull out?”

San scoffed and turned to look at him. “Don’t be going soft on me yet, brat, I’m going to win this.” He leaned in a bit closer, emotion thick in his tone as he continued. “I won’t settle for less when I have you in my corner cheering me on.”

He knew it flustered him, the way Wooyoung scoffed and then patted his chest. “Fine then, go kick some fucking ass.”  He motioned for him to go do just that, and as battered and bruised as San was he rose up with confidence.

Confidence and surety as he stared the other man down, ready to fight and win. It was a shift in his aura, in his stance, and it resulted in him pulling a stunt he never would have before.

A showy kick that knocked the bigger man down with a thud. Wooyoung was shocked, rushing in to start the count when it looked like the man was out. The crowd counted with him, and yet the man stayed down.

San won.

Cheers erupted for “the Mountain” as San pulled Wooyoung to him, forehead to forehead while they held the back of each other's neck. The crowd around them faded for a moment as they shared a grin only the other knew what it meant. They won in more ways than just the fight and some cash. More than accomplishing the mission. San knew Wooyoung knew his own personal fight.

It was the first of many many fights to come but it was the most important to San. 

What happened after was part of it.

Back in the van, San was still sweaty and bloody as Wooyoung was debriefing Yeosang over the phone at the same time he was tending to San’s wounds, ignoring the way the broader man watched him. 

When Wooyoung finally hung up and met San’s gaze, the latter gripped Wooyoung’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Swollen lips moving messingly against Wooyoung’s own hesitant ones; at least until San’s other hand gripped Wooyoung’s ass. Then Wooyoung was straddling his lap and rolling his hips down onto San.

“What’s gotten into you?” Wooyoung chuckled against his lips as he held onto his shoulders, groaning at the friction to his cock. “I didn’t think you would want to fuck after being in a fight.”

“Mm, me either. But right now-” San’s hand slipped into Wooyoung’s pants to grab his buttocks, squeezing and kneading his cheeks the way he knew Wooyoung liked. “Right now I need you. I need you on my cock whining my name and praising me for the good job I did.”

Wooyoung let out a giddy laugh at that, lifting his hips so his pants could be pulled down. “Let me at least grab the lube first.”

“And if I’m too patient for that?”

“I’m not taking your thick cock dry. We both don’t need to be in pain tonight.”

“Shame- I know you like it.” San chuckled as Wooyoung pulled away just enough to reach into the box next to the makeshift bed in the van. He presented his fingers for the smaller man to glob lube onto them, and then San was pushing one of the slicked appendages past the tight rim of Wooyoung’s behind.

“Damn- really impatient.” Wooyoung let out a sigh of pleasure, leaning against San’s chest and practically fondling his pecs. “Everything about you is so thick. Your shoulders, your cock, your fingers- sometimes your brain.”

“I thought I asked you to praise me?” A second finger was quickly pushed in.

Wooyoung was working on pushing San’s pants down since the man was impatient. “That is praise. I like thick. I like you.”

San felt his cheeks flush as he rubbed his cheek softly against the top of Wooyoung’s temple. “Yeah? Well, I love you Wooyoung.”

The man in his arms stiffened at that, not even the push of a third finger into his tight rim getting much of a reaction out of him. “What?”

“You heard me.” He wasn’t afraid to say it again, nor was he ashamed of how he feels. “I love you.” He pulled his head back to look down at him, offering a dimpled smile. “You don’t have to say it back, I just want you to know. I got through tonight because of you. I found my will to fight, because of you. Because I want to protect you in the ways I can. I want to be useful to you.” He pulled his fingers out and lined himself up. “I want to be the man I think you deserve. That’s what got me to fight back. And to win. You.”

Surprisingly it was Wooyoung who pushed down and took San’s full length, the latter gasping out at the sudden tightness he had to grab Wooyoung’s hips to ground himself. “I love you too, Choi San.” He whispered out, cupping his face in his hands while he fucked himself on San’s cock. “I love you and I am always going to be in your corner. You got that?”

“Mmmhmm.” San moaned out, face flushed from the pleasure Wooyoung was giving him but also elated to hear the words back. “Fuck, Woo-”

He was cut off by Wooyoung’s mouth clashing with his again. They were desperate for each other in their vulnerable state, but neither felt more safe than when they were so close. Wooyoung was San’s rock and he was going to take that role very seriously if it meant the man would keep smiling and winning.

Though maybe he shouldn’t have rocked the van that hard that night.

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[mintypsii]

sanuso runaway AU - where Usopp leaves syrup village after his mom dies to look for his dad and ends up at the germa kingdom, growing up with Sanji as the doctor's lab assistant

That's basically the gist of it, there's a LOTT more but I just wanted to share some of the art I made for it (came up with it with a friend of mine)

In short -> sogeking is usopp's clone (the kids aren't aware of this) and was created to help germafied sanji on missions (sanji's scores began to improve after he met usopp so judge decided to keep him for more infiltration or espionage based tasks, hence "stealth black" since he's considered weaker than his siblings)

reiju's here too :) she and sanji have a bit of a rocky relationship (it gets better!!) but she's besties with usopp and hangs out with him at the lab to make ,, various concoctions

I'll make another post with more art and info later (I HAVE A LOTTT) so i'll tag em with (#op runaway au) hehe ,, feel free to send asks about it too!!

EDIT: HE FINALLY GOT A TUMBLR @arttlars !!!!!!! blame him for all of this

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[zorangezest]

(part 4) fun for the whole family continues!!

did you spot rumble? :)

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[itz-pandora]

[black-and-yellow]

Do Hizashi and Nemuri ever show Shouta their cave? What does the cave look like, I'm so curious now

After weeks of peer pressure, he finally gives in and invests in a wetsuit and diving gear.

The mouth of their cave is fully underwater and is the only entrance. It has an area inside just about big enough to swim a few laps in, but if you go through a gap at the back and go upwards, you come to this air pocket that has some rocky ground. This is where Nem and Hizashi store their treasures, and where Nemuri sleeps a lot of the time (underwater, she has to keep moving to be able to pushing water over her gills, but on land she can use her secondary, human-type lungs to breathe, so she can relax).

Hizashi is like a kid showing his friend his room when Aizawa visits. He's very houseproud. It was his place initially, and Nemuri moved in when they got together. They've put a lot of work into making it homely. There's lots of decorations and stalactites and stalagmites inside and little shiny things that glint in the light that comes in through the tiny opening at the top that lets the air through.

There's another little shallow pool of water at the back of the cave where they can curl up and sleep without drying out.

[blackkatdraws2]

There are more things in the Parable than Stanley knows about. [Blank Scripts AU]

[sometimes-rendog]

day 80, pi-rats this, pi-rats that...what about prates (pirates without an i)

read blinsided by @liloinkoink here

a closeup of the Bugs for your viewing pleasue

[bloodybigwardrobe]

it isn't easy to ignore the flash of fangs in her periphery, or the feeling of claws occasionally pricking her palm. it's even harder to ignore the way voices rumble rather than slide like human voices ought to.

her siblings lie. it isn't easy for susan. but what else is she supposed to do? england is not the other place. england does not breathe magic. england does not let their bodies shift this way and that. so what else is there to do but ignore the echoes of what they used to have?

what else is there to do but to pretend she never knew the strength of a tiger, or the speed, or the freedom it all brought? it only hurts her, only makes every breath feel like a chore. she isn't as eager as lucy to tear herself open on the blade of memory every morning and night, nor as desperate for the sting of punishment as peter. at least edmund has the decency to be more subtle, but she knew he would be. it doesn't stop his eyes from wandering, nor her from knowing exactly why his hands clench over and over again.

it isn't easy at all. but what else is there but to put on a red smile in a grey world and continue living despite it all? it's what saved them from going mad the first time world and responsibility shifted around them in a fairytale swirl of colours. it will save them this time too.

she hopes at least edmund will agree eventually.

[magnolia-sunrise]

i was finally compelled by mermay to sketch a little somethin🦈

[littleplantfreak]

Inmate Togame? Inmate Togame

So inmate Togame Jo who's well mannered to a point. He doesn't do much harm, and is always polite to you as a nurse to the prisoners. Sure he has a bad habit of calling you pet names, but that's the least offensive thing you've been called while working.

When he does get into fights, he waits patiently as you tend to the other people first, saying he's good with being the last one out. He likes to watch you work, thinking even if it's one sided that it's time well spent with you, and it's hard to mind those pretty green eyes being on you the whole time.

And when he has to take his shirt off to let you look at some bruised ribs, he can tell you're staring at more than just the bruises. He won't say anything, but when he leaves later he brushes his knuckles across your lower back to watch your reaction, pleased to see you arching from it.

Things go back and forth a weird push and pull of you both trying not to get too close but also soaking up the other's presence until he gets in a nasty fight. One that somehow lands him in solitary, though they've thrown him in there without bringing him to get checked up first, leaving you demanding the guards let you in. Against their concerns, you insist he'll be nothing but civil with you.

He's bloody and still heaving from the fight as he sits on the floor slumped over, but most of the blood actually isn't his, which is a relief you guess. When he kisses you as you get a closer look at his face, suddenly all bets are off and you're both starved for one another. Needless to say once the guards knock to check in, you request more time with the patient due to extent of injuries.

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmm musical cultivator shen yuan again. Feng Xuanlu, the Wind Song. He has this well-loved wooden pipe he inherited from is adoptive father that he uses on occasion. When the traveling day gets slow and he doesn't feel like singing, when he's stressed, when night falls and he's sitting around a fire with his troupe and they've all had a little bit to drink.

His hair is long and black, always tied up into a ponytail or a braid of some sort. When he's in camp he loosens it up until its splayed messily over his shoulder. He has crows feet around his eyes that scrunch up when he smiles. His eyes are bamboo green and his hands are rough and callused from years of plucking strings and work. He has scars on his back that he won't explain the origins of.

His voice is low and warm like a fire, it gets raspy in the mornings or when he's been humming or singing for too long. He speaks like there's sunshine dripping off his tongue. He speaks soft, he speaks and his voice takes up the entire room. He's spent over a decade hearing his praises getting sung and he still gets shy over it sometimes.

Whenever he goes into town he has to have at least three other musicians with him at all times -- not his decision of course, but the unanimous choice of his companions. Shen Yuan gathers admirers everywhere he goes, and his companions have long since learned that their dear friend and leader is completely unaware of it. So they have to beat off these suitors with sticks.

[rsenak]

burn out

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Omg I loved your herald viktor epic line idea I’ve been thinking about it nonstop. If u have time and energy id love to read it sooo much ❤️❤️

Since the Ithica Saga dropped last night my brain has not known a single moment of peace. "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again" is just so insanely perfect for a Machine Herald Viktor x Reader AU it makes me physically ill. Like, seriously:

I am not the man you fell in love with

I am not the man you once adored

//

Would you fall in love with me again

If you knew all I've done?

The things I cannot change

Would you love me all the same?

//

Would you fall in love with me again

If you knew all I've done?

The things I can't undo

I'm not the man you knew

Viktor is so Odysseus coded it is PAINFUL. The pain of sacrificing so much of himself to survive. The regret of everyone he's had to leave behind, to betray. The ghosts of his legacy haunting his mind. All for his goal, the one thing he knows he's meant to do with every fiber of his being. Nothing, neither magic nor gods, will stop him from fulfilling that dream. He will not be the same once all has passed, and he will never regain all that he's lost. Can the person who loved him the most as he was before still love this version of him?

And the reader's answer...

I will fall in love with you

Over and over again

I don't care how, where, or when

No matter how long it's been

You're mine

Because what you loved about him is deeper than any of the ways he's changed. It's something at his core, in his soul, in the light of his eyes, no matter how tired they may seem now. It's your first kiss, it's the sound of his voice in your ear, it's the curve of his lips when he smirks, it's the way he looks at you like he falls in love all over again every day you're with him. Time may pass, and the world may change, but not this. Never this.

He is yours just as you are his, and that is the one thing that will never change.

[euporie-art]

HI!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUGO!!

Just wanted to say thank you! You were one of the first people I met when I came into the bnbr community and I always appreciate your support and the small interactions we’ve had :] always been a pleasure

I know VERY little or nothing at all about goth, so I tried my best with the drawing you had plus a google images search.

This was very fun and I hoe you enjoy it along with your b-day ^^

OHHH MY GOD TRAD GOTH BAROK,,,,,,, THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! I LOVE HIM AUGHGHHGHGHHGHG AWAWAAWA

and thank you in return for being supportive of my art too!! i know i am not the best when it comes to social interaction, so i'm very glad that what i'm capable of has made you happy too :]