#they are still causing havoc in space together

[witchofthemidlands]

tales of the tardis is enough for me, it is, it really is, after all those years, jamie & zoe finally got their memories back & if that's the last we see of jamie mccrimmon that was fantastic, it was more than enough, there is & now will always be a conclusion

but

if i had to bring any classic who companion back to new (new?) who it would be jamie, it would always be jamie because the idea of jamie meeting a modern doctor sends me just a tad feral, just a a little bit balls to the wall feral.

[em1i2a3]

All The Small Things

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky Barnes x Serum Enhanced!Fem!Reader!

Warnings: No warnings, just pure fluff, we have an established relationship already going between Bucky and Reader, there’s also an age gap (it’s referenced kind of but it’s not specified)

Author's Note: As I’m finishing up all my big bois (my 20,000+ word posts) I thought I’d continue contributing to the fluffiness of Bucky Barnes. I got to see Thunderbolts last night and I’m literally going again today. Such a freakin banger of a movie, loved it and I’m excited to keep writing with all the ideas I got!! Hope y'all enjoy this one tho :)

The second you stepped into the apartment you knew that Bucky hadn’t left his office all day.

It was easy to connect the dots.

The place was quiet, not just from the absence of sound but from the absence of life. It was as if you were home alone, even though you knew that wasn’t the case at all. There wasn’t any soft music playing from the Bluetooth speaker Bucky always forgot to turn off, no low humming of the kettle, not even the smell of a fresh pot of coffee, it was just pure stillness.

Sam had messaged you an hour and a half ago to tell you he would be out for the night and that he fed Alpine, and that had told you everything you needed as he would never do that unless Bucky was too tied up to do it himself.

You slowly closed the door behind you and dropped your bag to the ground with a soft thump, and like clockwork, you heard the little taps of nails against the wooden floor.

Alpine bolted down the hallway like a snow-dusted rocket, skittering towards you like she had a fire lit under her tail. You smiled, opening up your arms to her so she could jump up into the space with a quick hop. Her heavy purr immediately clouded your senses, as her paws pressed into your chest.

“Hi baby girl…” You laughed, scratching behind her ears, “Sam told me you’ve been wreaking havoc around the place but it sure doesn’t seem like that to me hmm?” She chirped proudly, nudging her face against yours, her little pink nose wetting your skin. You kissed the top of her head proudly.

”Did you miss me, or are you bribing me with love so I will give you a second dinner?” You asked jokingly, running your hand down her spine, until Alpine meowed again.

”That’s what I thought.” You lowered her gently to the floor and gave a final affectionate pat, “No second dinner, but I’m going to need you to make sure your father hasn’t turned into furniture, please, cause I don’t hear that stupid keyboard.” She trotted away from you, with her tail flicking behind her, taking your orders loud and clear.

You let out a small sigh and straightened up, cracking your back in the process before brushing off some of the stark white fur Alpine left clinging to your jacket. You padded quietly toward the kitchen, your fingers already tugging at your sleeves before shrugging the fabric off your shoulders.

The kitchen was your area of solitude after arriving home from work, it was where you found peace, and it eased your mind after stressing all day. Of course, it wasn’t just because one of your hobbies was cooking, it was also the thing that brought you and Bucky together after living your own lives for the day, and it always made you look forward to coming home.

You draped your jacket over the back of one of the island stools, smoothing it down absentmindedly before heading towards the large fridge. The big stainless steel doors still gleamed like they were new, even though they were riddled with fridge magnets, grocery lists, and little nose prints from Alpine. There were word magnets spelling out obscure messages, some of them reading like broken up haiku’s, mostly from Bucky rearranging them mindlessly while waiting for coffee. Your brows furrowed at the latest one.

“I married a traffic cone–our kids are just wet noodles.” You whispered under your breath, before smirking and shaking your head. You reached out and opened the door slowly, a soft chill spilling out onto your face as the ice cold light flickered on, nearly blinding you.

Your eyes scanned the semi-organized shelves, trying to get ideas on what to make for dinner.

Top Shelf: Oat, Almond, and Regular milk because everyone in the house had their own preferences, an aggressively large bottle of sriracha that had somehow survived three moves, and two glass meal prep containers Sam left–each with exactly one bite left inside of them.

Middle Shelf: Three eggs, a quarter block of sharp cheddar, a large block of mozzarella, an open jar of sweet pickles, half a lemon wrapped in wax paper, and a head of lettuce that had seen better days.

You let out a soft sigh, tapping idly against the door, scanning lower.

Bottom Drawer: A sealed pack of tortillas, a loaf of sourdough bread, one lonely stick of butter, and two green apples–crisp, bright, and firm to the touch when you reached in and picked one up.

“Guess we’re gonna do something simple tonight.” You murmured.

Grilled cheese, apple slices, and maybe a bowl of kettle chips that you stashed away in the back of the pantry, if they weren’t gone at least. Bucky rarely admitted to late-night snacking, but with the loud crunch of those chips it was pretty easy to know when he was sneaking around.

You placed the apples gently on the counter, before grabbing the cheese from the middle shelf and collecting the loaf of bread and butter from the bottom drawer, heading back to the counter with full arms, nudging the fridge closed with your hip.

You laid everything out in front of you, and commenced your routine. You sliced, arranged and layered cheese between the sourdough bread, buttering both sides of the sandwich before prepping the frying pan, letting it slowly heat up as you washed both apples in the sink beside the stove–surprised that Sam actually washed his dishes.

You let the apples rest on a clean towel and turned your attention back to the pan, letting your hands move on pure instinct. You threw a piece of butter in, hearing the loud sizzling, as you reached for one of the prepared sandwiches and pressed it into the heat. The familiar scent of butter and crisping bread instantly curled through the kitchen, while you reached for a spatula in one of the drawers to make the toasting even.

You moved with ease, but your thoughts, as always when cooking for Bucky, were heavier, like a thick drip of molasses. The memories always arrived when it came to this ritual, and it always gave you a pang in your heart.

Bucky never talked about his relationship with food much, not directly at least, but over time you were able to piece most things together. He had his tells. The way his fork sometimes hovered over a plate for too long, like he was waiting for permission to eat it even though he didn’t. Or the way he picked apart meals that were unfamiliar to him, dismantling them until they were mush. Or the way he never said no, even when you knew something didn’t sit right with him–because he had a fear of disappointing you.

The first year with him was difficult. He’d spent so long eating only what HYDRA allowed–processed, bland, gloop as you liked to call it–that he completely forgot how real nutrition tasted. To them it was enough to fuel the machine but never the man. He once told you, in the dead of night with your legs tangled and his breath warm against your bare shoulder that everything tasted like glue, or pencil shavings, or just static, and it stayed with you.

Once you got him over the hurdle of simple variety it opened plenty of doors. You made him every version of a sandwich you could think of. Ham and cheese, turkey and greens, BLTs with crisped bacon and soft tomato. Some days he could handle a little mayonnaise, a hint of onion, maybe pickles, others just butter, and some days he’d surprise you and ask for a little hot mustard and then pretend he hadn’t the next day.

You also made sure to change the sides too; apples, strawberries, grapes, sliced cucumber with a little salt. He favored plums when they were in season, or clementines when they weren’t on the sour side. When peaches were ripe and available, you would slice them thin and watch him savor every moment in having them, because you didn’t just cook for him.

You learned him, and that was something nobody really did, or at least the ones that did had left by this point. Maybe that’s why it meant so much–even now– to make him things he’d actually eat.

You flipped the sandwich, and were greeted by the perfect shade of gold–edges crip, center soft, cheese pooling at the corners. The sound of sizzling was almost soothing now, a him of comfort beneath the heavy weight of your thoughts. You pushed on through the routine though, toasting both sandwiches perfectly and placing them onto separate plates after slicing them diagonally, moving on to the apples soon after. Bucky took his plain, you took yours with a light drizzle of honey, and you arranged them accordingly in fanned out half moons.

The tea was the last step out of all this, which was supposed to be the easiest, or so you thought. You did your usual approach, fill the pot, and wait, then you collected the tea bags, and added whatever fix-ins were required. Bucky took a bit of lemon and nothing else. You on the other hand took honey, milk, and sugar, which always perplexed Bucky because he couldn’t imagine how it tasted with the food. It only took a minute and a half for the kettle to start whirring, but right when you reached out to take it off the burner, the steam hit your wrist, scalding and sharp.

”Shit!” You hissed, jerking your hand back, going to clutch the area out of pure instinct, but with how quick the pain came, it was gone even quicker. You tilted your forearm toward you, watching the redness fade before your eyes like it always did. The skin washed itself clean on its own. No burn. No mark. No evidence of an unwanted steam incident. You let out a shaky sigh, closing your eyes for a moment to ground yourself before returning to what you were doing, only this time with more caution in your actions.

You were used to the little miracles your body performed; the healing, the reflexes, the slowing down of aging, and you were appreciative of it, even though you didn’t use it outside of that. Not since you met Bucky, and not since life became close to normal.

You never dwelled on it. Not when your mornings were spent in shared silence with Bucky, curled up in bed whispering to one another and giggling, and certainly not when your nights ended with his arms around your waist and Alpine draped like royalty over the both of you.

You were living the life you wanted, or trying anyway.

But for all the forgetting you did, Bucky thought about it any time he saw the effect of the serum course through you, because he knew the one thing you never said aloud anymore.

You had a choice, and he didn’t, and it gutted you every time the conversation came up, or when someone referenced it in general.

It wasn’t that you regretted taking it, but when you learned what they had done to him–what they had stolen, and warped, and ripped out–it made everything curdle inside you. You remember crying in the quiet of his room, trying not to wake him because your transition to super soldier had come so easy but his came with such pain and anguish.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and began to stir the tea gently, tapping it off the lip before setting everything onto a tray and rushing over to the pantry to throw a snack bag of the kettle chips on there too for good measure, then you began your descent down the hallway.

The door to his office was cracked open already, probably from Alpine’s invasion, and as you got closer you could hear the clicking of his keyboard, it was quick and steady, with no stops in between, like he wasn’t contemplating his next words. You saw the soft steady glow of his desk lamp beckoning you to come closer as you nudged open the door with your foot.

”Congressman Barnes,” You said, your voice light and teasing, “Your legislative aide is here to make sure you don’t starve yourself to death while rewriting Section Four.” His typing stopped in an instant, as he looked up from his computer. The second his eyes found yours the tension in his jaw softened and a crooked smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

His hair was slicked back neatly–though a few strands had started to fall loose near his temple–and his striped tie was draped over the back of his chair like a white flag of surrender. He wore a dark blue button up shirt which had become crinkled from the way he was slouched over his desk, but he still looked godly. He was done for the night, and you could see it in the way his shoulder dropped the second you entered into his line of sight.

“Well,” Bucky started, clearing his throat from the hours of silence, “For a second I thought I was having a stroke when I started to smell toast, but I’m happy to realize that’s not happening.” You shook your head, stepping further inside the book filled office, your feet dragging across the thick rug that lined the floor.

”Lucky you I’m not the harbinger of death,” You replied “Just the bringer of carbohydrates.” You added, placing the tray on his desk, watching as he pushed himself out from under it so he could wrap his soft arms around you, tugging you gently into the narrow space between his legs. You moved without protest, your hands automatically wrapping around his shoulders, while he tilted his head up to find your face.

“Hi,” He murmured, like he was telling you a secret. His eyes crinkled with affection, the kind that reached deep into the corners, where his laughter lines had started to live. You reached for him in those moments, smoothing his hair back, seeing the soft silver threads along his temples, the signs that he was slowly aging. It was beautiful to see it, and you didn’t say a word to him about it.

”Hi,” You whispered back, leaning down to press a kiss to his mouth–just enough to melt into. His hands flexed gently at your waist as he brought you closer to him so he could give you a longer one, like he’d been waiting for it all day and you were quenching his desire for it. You pulled back from the kiss just enough to see his face again, your nose brushing his while your thumb traced the line of his jaw. He opened his eyes, looking up at you with the soft, warm, glassy blue irises, closing them when you kissed his nose.

”Quit trying to distract me from my mission. You need to eat.” Bucky sighed. a gentle sound of surrender.

”Alright, alright,” He said, his mouth curving into a wry smile, glancing toward the tray behind you, “Bring the carbs over here before I vanish into dust. You know I can’t resist your meals.” You huffed a laugh and reached behind you, carefully balancing the platter in your arms as you shifted it from the corner of his desk right to the spot in front of him. He made room quickly, pushing a few documents around, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the food in front of him.

You slipped up onto the desk, crossing one ankle over the other, watching as he reached for the sandwich first, looking at the way the crust on it glistened in the light. He hummed for a moment before taking a large bite, which was almost half the sandwich. You smirked, watching him chew, then pause. His eyes shut slowly, as if the taste short-circuited something inside his nervous system.

”My god,” He groaned softly, leaning back in his chair, “Did I tell you I love you today?” He asked, almost in a pained way, like he doesn’t tell it to you enough, which he does.

“Yes Bucky.” You said, smiling down at him, as he devoured another bite of the sandwich like it was his first meal in days. There was something boyish about the way he ate your food, the satisfaction, the way he voiced how pleased he was, the look of him closing his eyes and sighing. It was the best compliment you could get from someone you loved so much.

”You know,” He muttered around one of the bites of apple that he had picked up, “We should really consider opening a sandwich shop. You’re good at making all kinds of them, and I’m good at managing…We could call it Bread and Bucky,” You rolled your eyes at him, laughing at his proposal.

”Absolutely not.”

“Come on!” He exclaimed, moving his chair towards you, “It’s catchy! Bread and Bucky–bread being you, obviously, because you're soft and warm and comforting, and me…Because…Well I’d be your best customer and the manager.” You shook your head, taking a bite of a slice of your own apple.

”You flatter me, but you know pharmacy is my life.” He let out a small laugh, leaning back in his chair again, keeping himself close to where you were perched.

”Yeah…I know…I know…How was work anyways?” You shrugged, taking another bite of the apple.

”Busy, and burning. Same as always. That teenager came in again, the one with a new prescription every other day. He told me the government is watching him this time around.” Bucky raised his brow.

”Is this the same one who thought he was poisoned by that fast food mascot?” You nodded.

”Yep, same kid.” Bucky shook his head.

”I’m really admiring the creativity of that kid, it’s a new thing every week.” You smirked.

”Well, when the doctor will write any prescription for you, I guess that’s what he needs to do to spice things up.” Bucky snorted and picked up another slice of apple, chewing slowly as he watched you. The corners of his mouth were still twitching with the remains of a grin, but his eyes were softened again, less amused now–just full of the admiration he had for you.

You reached for the mug of tea you made for yourself and blew on it gently, taking a small sip, letting the sweet, nectar-like flavour swim down your throat, keeping your eyes on Bucky’s, catching him leaning back in his chair again, glancing at your knees, like he was thinking for a moment, contemplating his next moves, calculating if it was the right time or not.

“What’re you thinking about?” You asked, squinting at him with a devious look in your eye. Bucky set his apple slice down on the edge of his plate and brushed the crumbs off his button up shirt, coming closer to you.

”I’m thinking…I want to spend every day of my life with you.” You blinked down at him, not because the words surprised you, but because of how he consistently said these things with such softness in his voice that it never failed to make your heart seize. He reached for a slice of your apple, twirling it once between his fingers before glancing back at you, holding it up in front of your face.

”Marry me,” He said, the words low and steady. No grin this time. Just pure sincerity, “For real.” You let out a quiet, breathy laugh, shaking your head.

”Bucky, that’s the fourth time this week you’ve asked me…”

”I know.”

”And you’ve been asking me every other day for the past three months.”

“I know.” He responded again, his pupils dilating, almost like he was being serious this time around.

“You already know what my answer is.” You said gently, setting your tea down on the desk.

”Still,” He said, his voice a touch raspier now, “I need to keep hearing it. I like hearing you say it.” You sighed, leaning toward him, reaching out to brush your fingers along his jaw, watching as he smiled and closed his eyes.

”I’ve said yes a billion times over.” You whispered, “And it’s always going to be a yes no matter how many times you ask.” He wet his lips, before looking up at you, like he was memorizing every inch of you, and then with a slow inhale, he shifted his hand to the top drawer of his desk. Your brow furrowed the second he slid it open.

”What’re you doing?” You asked, voice soft. He didn’t answer right away, which made you lean forward slightly, unsure of what he was grabbing, until you saw what was resting inside.

A small, black velvet box.

Your breath caught in your throat and your jaw went slack, your lips parting as your eyes flicked from the box to his face, and then back again. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, and the blood rushing to your cheeks and chest. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

He picked up the box with such tenderness that it made your throat tighten, like he was handling something precious, something out of this world. He held it in his palm, while his vibranium hand opened it slowly, revealing a delicate ring perched right in the center of it.

It was a hazy greyish blue sapphire stone, something that you had always wanted, something that Sam had asked you about exactly three months ago. You had rifled it off to him, a sapphire stone with a little halo of tiny tiny diamonds around it with a silver band, and that was what was in the box.

You were stunned into silence, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe, as tears began to cloud your vision. Bucky glanced up at you, smiling gently.

”I was going to actually propose on our trip last week,” He said, thumbing the corner of the box with his nail scratching against the velvet, “Had it all planned; hike in the morning, breakfast by the lake…But then…” He chuckled softly before continuing, “You got the flu,” He glanced back down at the ring, then back up to you, “Then I realized, I didn’t even need to plan this, I didn’t need to find a moment…I already had one and I had it every time I was with you.” You stared at him, your fingers curling slightly against the edge of the desk to steady yourself.

“This is our life and I want it every single day, until we go grey…If you’ll let me-“ You were already reaching, as you practically crawled off his desk and into his lap, his arm instinctively opening to catch you. The box was still in one hand between the both of you while you cupped his face with and kissed him breathless. He smiled into it, a little stunned himself now by how quick you moved.

“I take it that’s another yes?” He mumbled against your lips, as you tried to continue to mesh your mouth on his.

”Yes,” You whispered, pecking his lips again, “Yes, that’s another yes.” He laughed at your excitement, pulling back a little so he could adjust and grab the ring from the box.

”Then give me your hand,” He said, his voice drawing low. You held your left hand out, seeing it tremble a little as he slid the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly, like he had taken a sizer and measured your hands during your sleep or something. Bucky looked at you with glassy eyes.

”Jesus Christ you’re my fiancée.” He let out a small laugh as you leaned back into him to kiss him again. It was short, and calming to him.

”I love you so much Bucky.” He smiled.

”I love you too…Jesus I love you too.”

[nochepsicodelica]

Mornings with the clingy bear (Toji my beloved <3) when he wakes up before you, but there's no agenda for the day so he just gets to watch you sleep until you wake up on your own. Despite how much he dislikes when you sleep in without him, being able to admire your peaceful, sleeping features makes up for it. Who would ever assume that this sleeping princess could be capable of wreaking so much havoc, but also be the one screaming mayday? He swears you'll give him a heart attack one day. He's too old for your insanity, but god, he wouldn't ask you to change a thing and he's not dying to get away from you. Quite the opposite, actually. The closer you are, the better.

He was careful not to move too fast, to not wake you up as he traced your dormant features. Green eyes roamed over your lips, your cheeks, your nose and your eyes. He had to fight the urge to not roughly drag you closer towards him and squeeze the life out of you.

Your eyebrows pinch and your nose scrunches, your eyes still shut. "Ugh, it's like you're pointing a laser at my forehead," you croak, pulling the blanket up to cover your face. You're stirring under the blanket, on the brink of waking up. If Toji were a dog, which he's not because he's a bear, his tail would be thumping against the bed <3

You throw the blanket off your head, a lazy smile on your face that heavily contrasted your tone from a couple minutes ago. His attention causes you to giggle. He's so focused on you, it's hard not to laugh.

Finally, you're awake so he can pull you closer. You're already touching, but you're not wedged together and that's exactly what he needs in this moment.

"What's that giggle about? Huh?" He asks, pulling your body right up against his. His nose pokes your cheek, his lips resting on the space just below it, luring another laugh from you.

"You woke me up, like you always do, Toji. I can't ever sleep in with you," you say, no bite to your words at all.

"That's too bad, isn't it? It's why I tell you to go to sleep at a reasonable time yet you still go to sleep past midnight, hm?"

"Whatever."

"Mhm, whatever," he says, copying you. "Whatever, until tomorrow morning when I do it again, but with less mercy."

You groan and turn to face him. You can't even be annoyed with him when he looks so good.

"There are so many things you can do without me in the morning," you say, cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing his skin, affectionately. "You can... go on a walk or watch TV. Ooo, you can get breakfast going so that when I wake up, it's ready."

He mimics the gentleness of your touch on his cheek, his palm rubbing your lower back. "Don't wanna. That's boring."

"Tojii," you whine, removing your hand from his face, attempting to turn away from him.

"Without you," he corrects, using the hand he has on your back to prevent you from getting too far. "Why make breakfast alone when we can do it together?"

"You mean I cook and you either just watch or you get in my way?"

"You know it, mama," he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

"It's literally eight in the morning, Toji. You should be thrown in jail for disturbing my slumber," you say, attempting to distract him from the color that spreads onto your cheeks.

"Nah, you'd miss me." A smug grin creeps its way onto his lips.

"Mm..." you hum, acting like you're unsure if that's a certain fact. This is you wreaking havoc. You say and do a lot of things that drive him crazy, and now—with proof—even just humming out a response will do that to him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing at all," you say, the hint of a smile on your face.

"No?" If Toji were a dog, which he's not because he's a bear, his ears would be down and his tail would no longer be wagging </3

You sigh. "I'm messing with you. You know I would miss you like hell."

"Oh, really?" He scoffs, in disbelief. "You're ice cold for that, mama. Need me to warm you up, huh?" He says, gliding the hand he has on your lower back across the expanse to grip your waist.

You put your hand over his. "Nope. This blanket is keeping me warm. It does the job just fine."

"I'm better than the blanket," he argues, rolling onto you, unexpectedly.

You groan before you laugh at the feeling of the spontaneous weight laid on top of you, your chest barely able to move with the gesture because of the iron-like hold he had on you. An unbreakable bear hug, if you will :(

"Toji," you say, voice strained yet still managing to muster out your giggling. "Toji, you're crushing me."

"Mm..." he hums, dismissively. He buries his face into your neck, sparing some kisses for it while he listens up close to the sound of your groans of being compressed, mixed with laughter, as you try to push him off. This is you shouting mayday after the chaos you made for yourself and Toji has no intention of swooping in to save you from himself.

You eventually surrender, because all your pushing is futile against Toji, who wasn't moved an inch by you. Lying on you and holding you so tight was beginning to backfire on him. He was starting to feel more like a heated, weighted blanket on you, now. It was reeling in your tiredness, again.

"Mmm... I could fall back asleep like this. Please, can I, baby?" you mumble, shutting your eyes.

"Yeah? Now you're comfortable?" He asks, teasingly, while watching you relax under him.

"You're warmer," you admit. "And clearly more suitable for cuddling."

"You're trynna butter me up, aren't you?" He says, sighing into your neck, tiredness returning to him as well.

"Maybe... One more hour, baby. Please? All I need is one more hour," you say, bringing your arms up onto his back. "I won't complain later when you make me take a nap with you," you add, to further bribe him. "We can do anything you want, too. Nothing is off limits." You turn your head and press a kiss to his temple.

He sighs, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "It's hard to say no to all of that. You gonna be real sweet to me later today?"

"Of course. I'm gonna smother you and be so disgustingly affectionate that you'll want to sleep on the couch tonight for some separation."

He bites. Being loved on by you anytime sounds like a dream. Space will never be his response to your affection, when he thrives off of it.

"Fine," he grumbles, like it was hard for him to come to his decision. "Only one more hour. Gonna stay here, though, since i'm already comfortable."

[grandline-fics]

Not My Job Description

DESCRIPTION: "Dear Diary, my brother is an idiot" - journal passages written by Rosinante, documenting his observations between Doffy and Reader

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Rosinante , Doflamingo(technically)

WORDS: 1,685

A/N: The winner of the poll was Rosinante's diary entries giving a brief glimpse into his thoughts and observations between Doffy and Reader. This was a bit different from my usual way of things but I hope you all enjoy ☺️

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI

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Rosinante had remained steadfastly by his brother’s side for his entire life. Through the worst and best of times, the two were each other’s support. They were both acutely aware of how differently their lives could have gone had certain choices been made but fate directed them to this life; saved at the right moment and brought under the wing and tutelage of the Marines. The whole situation benefited both brothers extremely well. For one thing they got to stay together. For Rosinante he got to help people and do good while also being happy to be with his only remaining family member. For Doflamingo, his need for power, to be stronger than others and wipe out those that got in his way were all hungers sated by being in the Marines, his targets were the pirates that sailed through his waters like they owned them. It was very clear had things gone the other way, Doflamingo would have been a very difficult enemy to handle. 

From childhood Rosinante always felt that writing his feelings out, to make the emotions and thoughts that circled his mind tangible through paper and ink it made them easier to deal with and voice. This habit continued through his years and soon it became more of a document of his life with his brother; their struggle, their training and ascension through the ranks in the Marines. Rosinante’s entries tended to be general day-to-day goings on and idle thoughts, hardly anything exciting, mostly written out of what was now a life-long habit. Those standard entries soon became a thing of the past though when you joined the base as Doflamingo’s second-in-command.

DATE: XX-XXXX   

Dear diary, word on the base is the new Captain that will be serving under Doffy will be arriving today. This will be his eighth Captain in the space of three months. I know he’s reluctant to have a subordinate he isn’t familiar with after me being his second all these years but I still feel guilty. He’s acting out now and I feel partly responsible because I’m now a Vice-Admiral too but he needs to give them a chance. It’s a relief the base is so large that the two of us are able to run it because if I had to transfer to another location? I fear he would have destroyed Marine Headquarters until only a crater remained. 

There’s so much tension in the base today. Everyone is doing their best to give the new Captain a positive experience, at least enough to balance out the negative treatment and havoc Doffy will throw at them. I’ve tried my best to convince Doffy to give the new Captain a chance but he simply grins the way he does and says this is merely his way of ensuring he won’t have a weakling  in his base. If anyone else said it I wouldn’t question things but because it’s Doffy I know his actions are being fuelled by slight cruelty and a lot of pettiness. 

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Well the Captain arrived…I don’t want to speak too soon but I think they’ll actually stay. I think Doffy doesn’t want to admit he’s impressed and that’s annoying him more. It’s a promising sign.

DATE: XX-XXXX 

Dear Diary, the unthinkable has happened. Today was the first time I was able to walk into Doffy’s office and not get blocked by paperwork blocking my path. The last time I was able to do so was when Doffy first took the role of Vice-Admiral. It was so strange to be able to walk those few steps with no visible obstacles, I almost thought I was imagining things. From the look on Doffy’s face I know his new Captain is the cause for the sudden care for the administration side of working for the Marines. It was clear he was hating every boring second of the work he’d literally let pile up for months and months but most of his complaints that I heard were more for the tedium and pointlessness of the task.

If I’m being honest I’m slightly annoyed at my brother. Today’s shown he’s capable of doing the paperwork-I’ve always known he can- but for years and years I’ve begged him to just sit down and do it to avoid HQ pestering him, he’s ignored my pleas. Yet this Captain, who’s only been here a month manages to get him to do it? Now I’m curious about what the Captain did or said to convince Doffy to do his work. Perhaps Doffy will let it slip later on?

DATE: XX-XXXX   

Dear Diary, as you know I’ve been off base with Law and my own unit for the last two months and in that time I’ve been feeling uneasy. Every day I’ve been using the mission to distract me from letting my thoughts go back to the base and fear what chaos Doffy’s been getting up to. Since the Captain joined our ranks six months ago, I’ve still been around on base to assist with Doffy’s unpredictable mood and whims. While the Captain has found their feet at the base with relative ease, this was the first time they’d have to attend to their duties and deal with Doffy completely on their own. 

I don’t entirely know what I was expecting on our return but the atmosphere I walked into after leaving the ship? It wasn’t that. The subordinates seemed in good form, not tense or nervous as if they were expecting something bad to happen. They welcomed us back as they normally would but I didn’t sense any overwhelming relief at our return either. It was strange but not entirely unwelcome one. There was still no clear sign of the Captain or Doffy and worrying no sign of raised voices or panicked calls. Eventually I found the Captain in the training yard with the subordinates. 

The sparring showed them why they were deserving of the rank of Captain and that the others had a lot of training ahead of them should they wish to get to their rank someday. They moved effortlessly and beat every other Marine that stepped into the sparring ring. I know Law is my second-in-command and is a difficult enemy on the battlefield but if these two Captains were to face off against the other it would be too close to tell who the winner would be. Something else came to me in the training yard, something just as unexpected as the calm atmosphere that had greeted me; Doffy’s reaction to the sparring. 

Through it all he merely observed from the sidelines, arms folded and usual grin- nothing out of the ordinary right? Wrong. I know my brother and even with that practiced smile, and lazy stance I know when he’s looking, really looking. Whether he was just sizing up the Captain, analysing their technique and spotting areas to refine, or simply enjoying the show one thing is for sure. He liked what he saw.

DATE: XX-XXXX 

Dear Diary, something is going on. I don’t know what this something is but I KNOW there is something happening. Have I seen anything suspicious? No. Have I heard anything to prompt this thought? No… Has Law told me I’m just a paranoid younger brother? Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. The Captain has been on the base for over a year now. It’s crazy because it feels like they’ve always been here but at the same time it feels like just yesterday they arrived on base. Slowly things have been stirring in the air and it’s little things, individually insignificant things but I just know there’s more to it all. I mean what other reason is there for Doffy’s attitude around them?

He seems calmer when they are around. Yes, he’s same old Doffy, looking for any excuse to mess with others and toy with them but with the Captain around there isn’t as much as an edge to his words and actions. I’ve tried to subtly inquire with both of them on the status between them and have only been given confused looks in response. The Captain also asked if I’d hit my head when I fell down the stairs earlier in the day because ‘I wasn’t making sense.’ I’m not making sense? They’re not making sense and I don’t care what Law says, I’m not paranoid. It might take a while but I will be proven right about this…whatever it is.

DATE: XX-XXXX   

Dear Diary, he left! He just up and left! Admiral Akainu is visiting the base tomorrow and he left! For the last couple days he’s been scatterbrained and letting his paperwork build up again. His mood hasn’t been terrible but it’s been better and I know the reason is because he let the Captain return home for a few days. Doffy had me fooled, I thought he was going to stay on base and deal with Akainu as best he could-which for Doffy would be to ignore anything he said and wave him goodbye-but no, our subordinates spotted him fly off this morning. Had he been waiting for our guards to drop and wait until the last second before disappearing? 

I know Akainu is going to blow up over this ‘clear lack of respect’ and insubordination but what are we to do? Doffy will only come back when it suits him and if my guess is right it’ll either be when there’s no Admiral invading his personal space or when the Captain is on their way back. Either way it’s going to be a very long week.

——Also I need to remember and buy Doffy a new pair of gloves…and submit a request for extra uniforms.

DATE: XX-XXXX

[This passage is filled with hastily written scrawls, scored out and written over beyond comprehension, attempt after attempt made to voice frustrated but coherent thought only to fail and repeat over and over. The entry is only made of a single sentence, exhaustion permeating the bottom of the ink filled page.]

Dear Diary, my brother is an idiot and his Captain isn’t any better.

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[n1ght0f-nyx]

The fact that your writing stuff for Frankensteins creature after i just finished the book? A coincidence, i think not! Could i perhaps get some smut? There is none. I have scouted Tumblr and there is nothing. Adam needs love and gentle sex.

two smut fics in one day i am a beast. frankensteins monster x reader smut

warnings/tags- gentle sex, monster is referred to as adam, never proofread, p in v sex, love and virginity loss, set in old times obvi

word count-2488

You should have been afraid, but something in his demeanor—his hesitance, his loneliness—made you stay. As the days turned to weeks, your meetings became frequent. He was a soul abandoned by the world, yet you saw the flicker of something else within him. Intelligence. Longing. A desperate need to be understood.

And perhaps, something more.

He was careful around you, never drawing too close, his enormous hands always trembling slightly as if afraid to touch, to break, to be rejected. You found yourself drawn to him, to his words, to his quiet yearning for acceptance. No one had ever looked at him without fear before. No one had ever spoken to him without disdain.

One evening, as the fire crackled in your modest home, he sat at the edge of the hearth, his large frame barely fitting in the space. He had taken to staying longer, lingering at your door, as if dreading the moment he must return to the darkness outside.

"I do not deserve this," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"And yet, here you are."

He lifted his gaze to yours, uncertainty and awe warring in his expression. Slowly, tentatively, you reached for his hand. His breath hitched as your fingers curled around his own, rough and scarred as they were. He had never been touched with gentleness before. You guided him closer, inviting him to stay as long as he wished.

And so he did.

You're a little too aware of your hand now, rubbing over his hip as you coax him closer. You're studying his face, eyes half-lidded looking into his eyes when his gaze trails from your eyes, to your lips, and back up. You can feel goosebumps rise on your skin when he breathes in, breathing you in, and you move in.

It's a little touch adam's lips are slightly chapped but ungodly soft and sweet on yours. It's a chaste kiss, to start, a few seconds of your lips on his. It's a tester, a taste for what's to come. adam says your name like something akin to a prayer when your foreheads touch, and his fingers are at the back of your neck. You smile on his skin, your lips meeting his cheek.

adam tilts his head to meet your lips. This time you move yours on his, slightly open mouthed and your hand moves from his hair to cup his cheeks. His head tilts up at the touch, and while your noses nudge, it spurs you on all the more. The monster moans softly when your teeth nip his lip and his mouth opens up so, so sweetly.

You're tentative with the tip of your tongue nudging his lips, and adam jerks back slightly. He eases again when he copies your movement, one of his arms winding around your back to pull you closer. Your tongues meet, a slow stroke, and with a small angle change it causes butterflies to wreak havoc within your abdomen. “adam.” You whisper, shuddering. adam nods, eyes fluttering open and shut again as he chases your lips with a broken groan.

You push weakly at his shoulders, you don't really want to stop but Jesus you still need to talk, or maybe just go to bed with him. “My answer is yes, to last night. To everything, and I swear to god – I'm going to make it right this time. I won't be her, adam, you deserve the world.”

You find yourself in your room again, feeling a little sick but adam is completely unfazed at the unexpected travel when he catches your stumble. You pull yourself together, blinking over at him. “Bed, adam. On my bed, please.”

adam lets go of you, albeit hesitantly, and backs up until the backs of his knees hit the bed, and he is seated on the edge of it. He's looking up to you, waiting for what you want to happen, blinking away glassy and unfocused eyes. His lips are pink, a little puffier from the kisses and you want to ruin him. You stand with your knees touching his, and adam is holding the back of your thighs and pulling you onto his lap.

“Whoa, slow down,” You giggle, shuffling you knees on either side of adam’ hips so you don't fall flat off the bed, and in response adam is just digging his hands into your waist where he can hold you – where he can reach, and grip, and feel.

He smiles at you,crooked fangs poking from his lips and he pushes his face into your collar. He inhales deeply, fingers pushing into your flesh and he might just leave bruises if he holds on any tighter. “Kiss…again.” And you do. By god you do.

It's all slow, with tongue and teeth. You feel the rise and fall of his chest as he heaves below you, and you can feel just what you do to him under the fat of your ass. He's rocking up now and again, as you explore the back of his teeth and the underside of his tongue with the tip of yours - with laps and kisses. The noise he makes is pathetic, a loud staggering keen and you eat it up like it's fucking breakfast.

You push your hand through his hair and grip a clump of it in your hand and he shivers, straining against his slacks with fervour. He bucks up with a throw back of his head and adam gasps. “Oh..p-please.”

“You don't need to beg, adam.” You coo, and your head spins with everything because you're about to do this with him. You can feel what he does to you the same way you know exactly what you do to him, with heat pooling between your thighs and you feel sticky.

You move off of his lap to unbutton his trousers, and his hands fly down to help. Once they're at his ankles, they get flicked off and into a heap on the floor. You both move further up the bed, and he's laying back with his head on the pillow to strip the rest of his clothes off. He lays bare, his cock twitching against his lower belly, and clothes strewn around his pants.

He's thick, girthy and average length - if not just slightly longer. It curves to adam' left and it's near red at the tip. You can see the sheen of it, and he looks over at you. He can't decide if he should comment on your clothes or ‘Please touch me.’

“Can I please take your clothes off?” adam asks instead, blinking up at you and when you nod yes, he pulls your shorts and panties down to your knees that you're sitting on and sits up to help you wrestle your t-shirt off your body. You manoeuvre awkwardly to get the shorts and sticky underwear off your legs and you end up falling into adam’ shoulder.

You laugh, and he holds you up, smiling. He kisses you, and you kiss back. It doesn't last long, because he throws his head back into the pillows when you wrap a hand around the base of his cock. It twitches and drools, already sensitive. “Have you… have you not done anything since April?”

“No. Should I have? It did not feel right alone.” adam manages to spit out shakily, hips straining to stay still on the bed.

He's fought worse than this, and a few touches makes him lose it? God above, he feels pathetic.

“You don't need to do anything, adam. You're just pretty, uh...” You raise your hand up and gather precum from his tip, and when your hand is adequately wet you twist your hand under adam's tip and he whimpers, hips chasing your hand. “Pent up.”

adam just makes a pleading noise, trying to desperately chase the friction while he gasps, and you just watch as his cock drips and twitches, the way it jerks at every upstroke. You speed up your hand, and when his moans get higher pitched you slow right down.

adam glares at you, trying to catch his breath. “I felt it. I was close to climaxing. Why did you stop?” He complains, his thighs trembling as your index finger draws circles on it. You lean down and kiss his leg, and move so you're in between them.

“I'm redoing your first time, I thought I'd do it right. Give you something you can't forget.” You muse, voice lilted into a happy little hum. You start at his calves, kissing up to his thighs. You gaze up at him, eyes half-lidded and all you can feel is the utmost want for him, “Gorgeous, adam.” You praise, voice dazed.

You suck on the skin at the side of his knee and graze your teeth over the sensitive spot, marking along his thighs when your head trails up his physique. You run a hand through the coarse hair on his abdomen, and press your face into his stomach.

“Please, I need to be–” adam sighs heavily, his jaw tensing as he tilts his head back again, your thumb playing half-heartedly with his nipple. “Inside. Please.” He groans, trying to pull you up. You go willingly, scooting your body up the bed and swinging your thigh over the side of him again, settling bare in his lap.

adam sits up, holds your hips steady as he leans in for another kiss, and each one is intoxicating. If you could taste sunlight, he would be it. The sweetest dose of serotonin. “You taste so good.” He grumbles against your lips, this time being the one to lick into your mouth and thoroughly take his time learning each crevice. You grind your own hips down, and his dick spears through your soaked folds.

adam shivers at the wetness, and you both make needy noises into each other when his head nudges your clit. It catches right at the bottom of the hood, and adam helps you move your hips. He pulls you forward and guides your hips back, both of you pressing your heads together and breathing into eachothers mouths.

“Yes, shit–” You moan, gripping adam's hair in a fist and he buries his face into the crook of your shoulder. He mouths at it, before you feel the suction of his puffy lips marking up your neck. “You're doing so good, adam.”

adam humps up hard at your words, jabbing his hips up against your body messily and you reach down. “C'mon, you wanted inside. You can.” And he's already down, slipping his hand between you both to prod clumsily at your cunt. You hiss when he's a little too rough, but you take his hand and guide him.

“Gentle, yes, just like that.” And adam groans when two of his fingers curl up safe within your twitchy walls. He makes a choked noise, head spinning as he feels you pulse around his fingers.

“You're so tight. It's warm, so warm.” adam mumbles helpfully, almost transfixed but he rubs circles directly onto your clit with his thumb. They're slow, with slightly harder pressure and with your wetness his fingers pass right through. “I need you, you're so perfect” He praises, but you push his hand away, and replace it with your own to reach for his cock.

“I'm ready, adam, are you? You can back out now.” You promise, kissing his cheeks invitingly, peppering his face in affection. He nods, and lets you guide his tip to your pussy. It stretches slightly, but you press your hips down inch by inch. adam bites down on his lip, eyes near rolling back as he feels the way your body accommodates him. His hands twitch on your hips.

“Oh my. Oh lord.” adam sobs out your name, his hips jerking up as you sink down, and his hands just push. You inhale sharply when your hips meet his directly, skin on skin, and adam shakes harshly. “Ah, ah–” Your monster whimpers, and you grind your hips from where you're sitting. adam rubs his hands up and down your sides, comforting you while you're grinding down on him.

“Thank you.” He moans, blinking up at you with absolutely destroyed eyes – and he curls up towards you, rocking your body along his.

“adam,” You sob as he cups one of your tits, hot and heavy in his hand, and he buries his face against the other one. He mouths at your nipple, swirling his tongue around it wetly and sucking it into his mouth.

“You're so fucking good for me, so so good.” You choke as your hips move. He moves his own up with you, planting his feet down and moving to meet you right in the middle. He holds your tit in one hand and toys with your clit with his others. By no means is it perfect, but the friction is enough to punch little noises out of you each thrust. adam has reverted to animalistic noises, whines and whimpers and borderline growls as he chases his own pleasure and tries to bring you with him.

You're clenching around him, getting tighter and he can feel his own stomach tightening. He chants your name, a mix between devolved curses and ‘oh, oh, oh's while his balls tighten. He pulls you almost completely off of him, and brings you straight back down. adam repeats that motion, over and over. You can feel your body go hazy, something white hot building in your tummy while he abuses your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, ohmygod,” You wail, “M'gonna, m'so—” adam bites down on your shoulder, nodding, and it only takes another second until you're squeezing so tight around him - milking the creature dry for all he's worth and adam hits your top wall as he shoves himself in as far as he possibly can to spill inside. Hot, white and sticky flooding every crevice of your cunt.

You fall forward on adam, breathing heavily in and out while he pants, wrapping his arms around the base of your back and pushing his face into your hair. He kisses the top of your head, rocking up into you a last few times to just make sure you're satisfied

“God, adam.” You gasp for air, yawning. Your thighs are shaking back and forth, tired with strain. He just smiles at you, tilting his head so he can kiss you again.

“That was okay?” He asks. “Did I do good?” He follows up with his soft cock slipping from you and he doesn't even complain when his cum spills out onto him.

“So good, adam.” You return his smile, close mouthed and satisfied. You check in, rubbing his chest. You circle your palm over the top of it, sighing happily. And in the quiet of that winter night, the creature abandoned by his creator finally felt, if only for a moment, like he belonged.

[sl-ut]

even more streamer!ellie hcs

part one | part two

ellie is not at all embarrassed to admit that a large portion of her own fame was largely due to her connection to y/n

like ofc she was already fairly popular on twitch but its not like the average person who didn't watch streams would recognize her

she ends up making a new priv instagram bc she gains like 50k new followers in a month

she only has like maybe 100 followers on the new one and basically just posts random photo dumps, family photos, and especially the literal cutest and/or horrendous photos of her gf

posts a LOT on her ig stories on both accounts

her main pfp is deffffff some screenshot that she took of their happy little sim family or like their little minecraft guys standing side by side lol

ik i said before that she loves playing like the sims w her gf on stream, but she also LOVES playing roblox together

starting drama in dress to impress, causing havoc in bloxburg, making friends and enemies galore in tdi

her avatar is definitely so dumb like its probably the hamster or squirrel or like the most basic ass starter avatar with a shirt that has her gfs face on it

and her username is def like "y/nstan420" or something

when she's streaming alone she's more focused and serious (but still her silly little self) but when she's with others, esppppp if her gf is on with her, she defffff gives weston koury vibes like im actually giggling at this so hard

they both make tiktoks of each other

y/n once did the "watch my gf for me" trend and she came back to find ellie holding the phone and ranting about something so random like she was probably explaining her favourite theory about how the dinosaurs went extinct or something about planets and space idek

ellie doesn't really follow trends as often, instead just posting videos of her scaring her gf or pranking her or maybe even like mukbangs or something

loves to post fit checks before they go out to do literally anything

also likes to lipsync to dirty audios

the video always ends as she's about to get smacked upside the head

idk if i ever actually gave much backstory???? but here we go anyways lol

i think we've established that y/n is an up-and-coming actress

they met through a friend of dina's, who was a costume designer on the set of y/n's first big film

dina visited her friend on set on the last day of filming and she ended up getting an invite to the cast/crew party that night

jesse was tooooo busy to hang out with his bombshell gf ig???? so ellie got to go with her

she already knew who y/n was since she was starting to gain popularity and was immediately adopted by lesbian twitter

she was so nervous when she clocked her on the other side of the room

spent the whole night shuffling around the room to gain the courage to go talk to her

also spent all of that time trying to come off like the coolest chillest most confident masc ever like she wasn't constantly wiping the sweat from her palms lmaoooo

she finally was forced to lay on the moves when y/n came over to join in on the convo with her castmates

ellie made her laugh and vice versa

she shocked herself when she offered to grab another drink from the kitchen "for the pretty lady"

she immediately considered throwing herself off of the impossibly high deck

was even more shocked when the girl only laughed and hopped up to join her, fingers curling into her bicep

she totally wasn't flexing the whole time

dina was wandering around looking for her, way too drunk to be there much later considering that it was almost 2 am and had to work a ten hour shift tmr :(((

she didn't have much luck bc she never thought to check the upstairs guest bathroom

ellie constantly be fighting them uhaul lesbian rumours

but she actually was ready to upheave her entire life to follow y/n around the world

reposts any and all posts of her gf on her story

adds little hearts and stars and little taglines that earn her a scolding

like that one time she wore a tight-fitting corset on the red carpet that had the girls lifted to the heavens

she captioned it "i <3 my gf('s boobs)"

fights with haters in her gf's comment section

wears her gf's merch

omg the way she SCRUMPT when she saw the paparazzi pic of her girl wearing ellie's merch out on a random thursday

they hadn't even made it official yet

flirts with her gf in random comment sections lol

like y/n comments on dina's selfie and ellie is instantly replying to her

"u come here often?"

they have def been caught in compromising positions soooo many times

like by their friends, cast and crew members on set, y/n's manager, even the paps

ellie felt so boss when tmz posted a pic of her pressing her gf against the wall outside of the club they'd gone to on ellie's bday

els had her tongue down her gfs throat and both of her hands jammed up the front of her top, very clearly grasping and squeezing her breasts

they got a stern talking to from y/n's pr team but ellie actually didn't care

she def has phantom dick disorder in literally all aspects of her life

lets not forget that this version of ellie does not have experience in fighting and has not lived through an apocalypse so she's contextually less tough than normal ellie

but that doesn't stop her from mouthing off to assholes three times her size

don't get me wrong, she can hold her own and still works out on occasion, but she fr looks like a chihuahua barking at pitbulls when she gets yapping

speaking of, stoned!ellie absolutely loves when her gf be yapping

i love the dynamic of ellie doing a chat stream w her gf where ellie's got her in her lap, leaning back with droopy eyes and a dopey smile, still giving her gf all of her attention while her gf ends up being more of a "alert and yappy" stoned and is rambling about strangely philosophical topics and answering questions in chat

ellie is just sitting there just giggling and when her gf turns to her she just goes "ur so smart baby" and "u look so pretty rn"

omg omg omg i luv this pairing im never gonna stop writing them like

bonus: this is the vibe of the ck campaign i mentioned in the last part

[quitealotofsodapop]

We spoke about it in dms, but an old enemy had decided to return to his old tricks after s3, using the fact that the celestials are pretty infamous for not really paying attention to rolecall and it could potentially takes literal years to notice someone missing, much less get a search party together for them, as well as the chaos of LBD's takeover distracting them. However, they hadn't accounted for the fact Wukong figured it out.

So when the parents finally noticed their kid wasn't coming home for dinner, they let out a massive commotion a certain monkey had noticed, because celestials arent the only one's losing their kids. And Wukong, being Wukong, heard about the missing kid and put himself right into the middle of the investigation... by kicking down the Emperor's door.

JE: What on the name of the Buddha!?

Wukong: I KNOW WHO STOLE THE KIDS!!!

JE: Where!?

Wukong: That's what I need your help with. I know who, not where!

Ref for the Havoc King backstory!

We consider this a "middle-season" au - since it takes place between S3 & S4. Wukong had followed Nezha to Heaven so they could deal with all the bureaucratic nightmare the Lady Bone Demon's takeover caused.

Then he hears the cries of a worried parent - a celestial child has gone missing, and the higher-ups are dragging their feet on the matter. Thousands of years on, and the Celestials are still bad at noticing when one of their own is absent.

Wukong is concerned, but at first figures that the matter will be solved quickly once Nezha back on duty.

Except it isn't.

The Jade Emperor should have known something was truly wrong when Sun Wukong burst through the palace doors; frenzied and crying.

MK was missing.

Not like Wukong had been during his "vacation" but geniunely Misssing.

Pigsy wasn't worried the first day since he assumed his son was tuckered out from the big fight with LBD. Later than evening, when he knocked on his son's door and didn't recieve a response, Pigsy started to panic.

He had always kept an emergency key to the space above the shop, and when he opened the door; his worst fears were confirmed.

MK wasn't in his room. It was still a little fire-damaged from when Red Son was looking for the Skeleton Key, but MK had made progress cleaning it up. So why was MK missing, but his phone and art supplies were still in his room?

Within minutes, the whole gang are up in a panic - it's ultimately Mei who tells Wukong the bad news.

Wukong was silent for a while. Scanned what seemed to be the entire city and all of Flower Fruit Mountain before shooting up into the Celestial Realm. Macaque notices Wukong's worry, and feeling a hunch, follows him.

In the throne room, Wukong nearly gets tackled by a squadron of celestial guards believing he's there on the offensive. The monkey's babbling shouts not doing him any favours. Ultimately, it is the Queen Mother that stops them from attacking.

Xiwangmu: "Stay your hand, captain." Captain of the Guard: "But your Majesty! He's clearly mad!" Xiwangmu: "He is not mad. He is worried out of his mind. His child is missing and possibly in danger. I have felt the exact same worry before."

After Wukong calms down; he manages to explain that the pattern of disappearances mirrors one from his own past.

The Demon King of Havoc.

Although a mere footnote in the "official" story - the Havoc King had been a far more formidable foe than history remembered. Wukong's defeat against him had not been easy in the slightest - nearly taking the monkey's life before he was even crowned King.

The Havoc King managed to attain nearly total control of the Realms not by defeating his enemies, but by keeping their children in his grasp. Even dear Nezha, then newly immortal and newly recognised grandson of the Jade Emperor, had fallen victim to the fiend's clutches.

Those who were kidnapped by the Havoc King's forces had since grown up or moved on, not caring to think of that dark chapter of their long lives for even a moment. And since no one "major" had been permanently lost during the fiend's reign, the Heavens, Seas, and Underworld were quick to sweep it under the rug. Mainly out of embarrassment. Only the Monkeys of Alolai and the Dragon Kings dared fear the Havoc King's return.

So when Wukong caught the scent of the Havoc King once more, he nearly went feral with fear. The Stalwart Generals are summoned to the Jade Palace to confirm the King's suspicions. Having survived under the fiend's cruel rule for the ten years Wukong was away studying, they confirmed with 199% certainty that the scent and chi present at many of the crime scenes was in fact the thought-to-be-dead Demon King of Havoc.

Macaque recognises the smell also, having been uncomfortably close to it at one point. He also brings up that the Dragon Kings had lied in their report on Wukong "stealing" the Staff and his armour to protect their then-hostage Egg from retribution in case the monkey demon failed to defeat the Havoc.

As part of the shadow monkey's "community service" (he did wreck the heck out of Ao Guang's palace), Macaque is ordered to act as the lead scout for the missing children. His powers giving him an advantage in collecting information.

Meanwhile, as a certain Red-haired demon prince seeks out information on his extended family, he stumbles into the clutches of an unknown foe.

The son of the Demon Bull King and the estranged daughter of the Jade Emperor will make a fine hostage for the Havoc King...

Gods forbid if Wukong and/or Macaque have cubs of their own that have gone missing...

[raayllum]

I expect I'll delve more into this when I eventually write my Soren&Claudia meta / more specific arc 3 speculation but something I think a lot about is how Soren & Claudia's issues as siblings and abandonment / dark magic is a Perfect Analogue for humanity's relationship with the elves, dragons, and Cosmic Council.

Like you have Soren, who is angry at his mother for leaving, and angry at his father for making him leave, and possibly angry at himself for likewise leaving Claudia. Because yes he was right to leave her, in many ways he had to go, but it also meant leaving her with Viren as her best (only) real option if she also wasn't willing to go. We see this repeat again Terry in S7, where yes he has to go, she's betrayed and used him, but it also means leaving her with only Aaravos as an influence/pillar of loyalty to pour herself into. Yes, she has choices — we know that — but on a certain level, how and why is she supposed to feel like it when all the better options are tainted, intangible, or don't feel real?

How Lissa had to go, but still left her children in the care of and under the influence of Viren.

In a similar way that Soren will have to hold space for how he abandoned Claudia while working through his feelings about how their mother abandoned them, arc 3 demands the same of the Cosmic Council.

Elarion, unworthy whelp, Wept as the stars turned black the sky, They donned their masks They turned their backs, And left Elarion to die.

Left with just Aaravos and dark magic's influence, without real aid from the elves, dragons, or Cosmic Council, humanity wrecked havoc and violence on themselves and others. Without collective sharing, responsibility, without real alternatives to dark magic, as even Soren has had to confront...

Nothing is going to and nothing can change. The Cosmic Council had their reasons for not giving human magic and for leaving, and I'm sure they were good understandable reasons... but still not the Right Thing to do. Just like Soren and co. left Claudia, causing her to fall deeper into dark magic and Aaravos (which are somewhat synonymous with each other), the Cosmic Council left humanity, leaving them to do the same.

Ending the isolationism, creating reintegration, reaffirming the sharing of resources, and real tangible alternatives is the only way through. So it's kinda perfect that arc 3 is set up to have the siblings come back together as the Cosmic Council etc. come back to the world they left behind that's become Proof that in so many ways they were Wrong, as well.

[localcanadiancreature62]

More of these mfs. More Perfect Plan/Perfect World au stuff.

Plot - So basically,Ford willingly gave out the equation to Bill by word of mouth while the triangle abided by his word regarding him promising that Stan and the twins remain unharmed if he got what he wanted. Ford then added that he agreed on joining Bill and his Henchmaniacs in wreaking havoc on the world with Global Weirdmaggedon,which overjoyed the isosceles as his genius finally agrees with him for once throughout their aggressive push and pull dynamic despite him not knowing the real reason why Ford joined him (he plans on getting closer to Bill and gaining his favor as he used the triangle's favoritism of him to be spared from the various atrocities that his former muse is going to commit while he tries to come up with a way to kill Bill with a sneak attack without him knowing). Stan and the twins got to escape the town with their lives intact while bringing everyone else with them as Dipper and Stan don't trust Ford anymore ever since he decided to choose Bill over them,not knowing the truth about his decision,they left along with the rest of the zodiac wheel members as they knew that Bill would shatter the town without a single inch of concern. Ford then spends five months as Bill's plus one in the end of the world,watching the triangle escape the town with the lack of a barrier keeping him inside as he conquered every country in the world as every world leader began to worship him and change their nations to be in his image in order to appease the isosceles.

Bill razed said nations daily while putting them back together just to rinse and repeat the next day,he also erased all consequences via his newfound time abilities after destroying Time Baby. Six months later,Bill has totally taken control of the entire world as he not only got the world's leaders to agree with his demands but he also literally has eyes everywhere while having clones of himself manage every corner of the world so that he knows EXACTLY what's going on. The triangle has started a worldwide tyranny and Ford just has to sit back and watch lest his plan of destroying Bill in secret gets ruined.

Bill and the Henchmaniacs enjoy their newfound iron grip on Dimension 46'/ as they finally get to have a home that isn't actively rotting or empty meanwhile Bill is just glad to have a giant human playground all to himself. Although being on top and having everything you want can get a bit boring,so Bill decides to "liberate" Dimension 46'/ like he planned as he burnt it to the ground similarly to what he did with Euclydia. Ford didn't like that. He was fucking traumatized as he watched the isosceles destroy his entire dimension,thus making him lose his family his friends and his home,he watched from the Nightmare Realm using a crystal ball that Bill gave him so he could see the whole thing. Ford basically had a mental breakdown as he attempted to kill Bill for causing him such a devastating loss,fruitlessly blasting his laser gun at the near godly triangle whom he knew could destroy him in an instant with his ability to control space matter and time itself but he didn't care as he needed to get rid of the pest that ruined his life.

Bill instantly regretted his decision to raze the man's dimension,as he thought that Ford would be fine with it since he went along with everything else and this made him realize that his genius won't join him in ruling the universe anymore after he destroyed the guy's dimension (plus he doesn't want Ford to be unhappy) like he planned (as his plan was basically "Conquer the world,destroy the world,and then rule the multiverse with Fordsy by my side"). So Bill stopped time before Ford could kill him and then he ended up fixing his horrible mistake by creating a whole dream world for his genius with Fidds Stan the twins and everyone still alive but as non sentient copies that agree with the researcher's every word.

"You fucking MONSTER. HOW DARE YOU DESTROY EVERYTHING I EVER HAD?!. WHEN I STAYED BY YOUR SIDE AND AGREED TO ALL OF YOUR DEMANDS THROUGHOUT THESE FEW MONTHS?!. I WILL DESTROY YOU UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF YOUR DAMNED GEOMETRIC BODY!." Ford exclaims as he then tries to lunge at the triangle,with sheer anger and hatred in his eyes as Bill then telekinetically stops him from tackling him. "I thought that you chose me over your dumb family,Fordsy. Turns out i was wrong. I kept them alive for as long as i could,but they had to go along with EVERYTHING ELSE." Bill remarks as he laughs maniacally,appearing to not regret his horrible mistake as he watched the man growl at him with pure rage in his expression.

"Once you release me,i will tear you limb from limb. Molecule from molecule. I will build a machine that'll give you the most EXCRUCIATING PAIN POSSIBLE. And i will NEVER choose you,i never did. I only did because i was planning on destroying you from the start,i should've killed you earlier before playing along with your game though before you could do THIS to me." Ford replied as he glared at the triangle while explaining the truth about his plan regarding why he joined his so called muse despite being hesitant at first. Bill then realizes that Ford will never consciously choose him,unless he did something about that. He then came up with an idea,to fix everything both for him and his genius.

"*sigh*. No one will ever choose me. Unless i make them." Bill says as he then telekinetically pulls Ford closer to him and then he touches the man's forehead,making the man flinch and squirm but he then stops struggling once Bill gets ahold of his memories which he starts to nitpick until he replaced all of them with more positive less traumatizing ones while erasing his memory of their prior argument a few seconds ago. Ford becomes more peaceful and less pissy as he then asks his husband about what they're doing in an empty void (what Dimension 46'/ became after Bill destroyed everything),becoming a bit disoriented from the mind fuckery. Bill then tells him to wait in the Nightmare Realm as he nudges him toward a portal that leads to the decaying dimension while he creates a surprise for his genius.

This is the beginning of Bill's Perfect World for Ford. Then a week later,Bill and Ford enjoy their new lives in Ford's new condo/company building that consists of his new anomaly research facility called the Oregon Institute of Oddology as Bill continues on destroying and conquering worlds while he enjoys his spot as the multiverse's eternal ruler which he acquired in only a short time due to his current power level with him being able to control space matter and time. This brings us to now,to Ford's perfect life with his isosceles partner.

[astro-vision-au]

Find Mario! [An interactive Astro-vision game!]

Thats right! I have a little game for you to play!

As stated above the responses can be in almost any art form! Drawing comics stories etc. These can be collaborative works as well!

Examples below are only there to give you an idea of what to do, you are welcome to come up with your own idea for the promt so long as it follows the basic rules. If you don't have your AU you could always write about Mario visiting your charecters home, or perhaps he's stumbled into the cannon smg4 show. So long as there's one other character that's not from Astro vision and is not Mario and Luigi it counts!

Prompt 1: the search is on

Option A: your perspective

Why are you looking for Mario? Did you run into Luigi and offer to help him look? Have you noticed your space seems to have been ransacked by a certain Italian? Is he causing havoc in your au? This option requires the perspective of one of your characters or could be from the perspective of your au version of a smg4 character! Perhaps your au Mario finds signs of another Mario, or perhaps the crew sees two Mario's, who knows!

Option B: Mario's perspective

Perhaps you can write about AV! Mario making his way into your au! How did he get there? Is he causing trouble or is he trying to get home? Who does he encounter? Does he get into trouble? Again, possibilities are endless! This option requires you to write in the perspective of AV! Mario.

Prompt 2: Found and returned [Must complete prompt 1 and get confirmation before doing prompt 2]

Option A: your perspective

You've finally managed to catch up to that red Italian! Do you capture him with force or do you managed to convince him to come with you through kind words? Did he try to run from you or did he go willingly? Was he looking for a way home or was he just trying to avoid doing something? Do you take him to Luigi or do you take Luigi to him? The main goal of this prompt is to reunite the two brothers back together. Again you must use the pov of either the same character as prompt one or another one of your characters.

Option B: Mario's perspective

You've found Mario! Or did he find you? Was he trying to find you or was he trying to run from you? Was he also looking for his brother? Was he happy to meet up with his brother or annoyed? Goal is the same as option A, exept from the perspective of Mario. You must include one character that is not Mario or Luigi or from Astro-vision.

The possibilities with both of these prompts are endless! You could break the 4th wall and have Mario actually getting lost in Tumblr and rummaging through your blog, he could have somehow ended up in your Smg4 au or other story, who knows? You decided! And again, entries can be presented in infinite ways! Also, before you try and make both prompts as the same time, you may be given a slightly altered version of prompt two depending on the direction you take prompt one in! Overall the goal will still be the same as listed above but each story will get a slightly altered version.

Prizes

Yep! While the game is mostly ment as a way to connect with others, I'm still handing out prizes to those who enter! I'll be choosing 1-5 winners depending on how many entries there are, and each winner will get one free fan art from me! This could be of your characters or any smg4 characters, you can request up to 2 characters.

There will also be secret bonus prizes!

There will be an unlimited amount of these bonus prizes! This will be in the form of a optional bonus prompt. Random people will be chosen after they have completed prompt 2, Mario may appear in your ask box requesting something! If you give it to him in the form of a prompt [Ie: you make a drawn or written response of you giving him said thing he's asked for] you will win the bonus prize! This is completely optional, so if you don't want to do the bonus prompt you can ignore him and delete him from your inbox. It is also possible to win the grand prize and a bonus prize, so don't think if you won the bonus prize you won't get the main prize. This bonus prize may very but will consist of either a sketch request or fan art of your character with Mario!

Mario and Luigi

For those wanting to make a drawing or comic involving Av! Mario or Av! Luigi, here are their refs along with mini bios! If you have any questions about them please submit them to my ask box so that way if others have similar questions everyone can see!

This version of Mario is slightly more intelligent then his cannon counterpart, so finding him might be a bit more tricky then if you were hunting cannon smg4 Mario. He wears a patchwork scarf his friends helped him make, it's his prized possession, and he cares about it more then anything else! The only thing he loves more then his scarf is his brother and his friends.

This Luigi is more confident then his cannon counterpart, and a bit more stronger too, though he's still pretty awkward at times. He loves his brother more then anything else, even his precious flower garden. He also has a bit of a crush on Av! Rosalina.

Overall

The point of this game to have fun as well as getting a chance to potentially interact with other creators as well as myself! If you want to include others in your prompt please ask them before including them! The point of this game is to have fun with the silly Italians, so if you don't win don't be upset! There will be more games and contests in the future! If you have any questions about the game itself and not about the bros please ask via dm or comments!

[one-idea]

Shanks raises ASL part 8

First - Previous - Next

The next morning was chaotic. But that’s normal for the Red force. What isn’t normal is the three little boys already causing havoc.

Apparently they had awakened before Shanks or Mihawk. The two falling asleep cuddled up in their chair. Ace awoke to find Sabo already up. His blond brother pointed to the two sleeping men and put a finger over his lips, telling Ace to be quiet. Ace nodded along, he wanted some time with his brothers before having to face both adults.

Together they woke Luffy. As soon as he made eye contact with Ace he started to cry. Ace quickly placed a hand over his little brother’s mouth. “Listen I’m sorry about what I said yesterday. I didn’t mean it. I don’t hate you.” He whispered quickly before jerking his head up towards the two adults. Luffy following his motion with his eyes to see Shanks and Mihawk still asleep. “Let’s talk about it outside.”

Ace corralled a blubbering Luffy out of the room as quietly as possible. He felt a lot better about the situation after his talk with Shanks, but he was still raw from it, and he had a lot to process through. So he went back to what he knew. Taking care of his brothers.

First things first. Food. Luffy was already excited about it and moving towards were he knew the kitchen was but Ace stopped him. “That’s not our food idiot.”

“But Shanks said we were part of the crew. That mean it’s our ship to.” Luffy whined back. Ace flinched at it. While he knew Shanks wanted all of them he was still getting used to the idea of this being home.

Sabo seeing his brother’s flinch stepped in. “Why don’t we go hunting? We can bring it back for the crew. Pull our weight you know?” Sabo could see Ace’s shoulder easy at the idea of getting some space. While Luffy lit up at the idea of pulling his weight in the crew. The little boy literally bouncing around, and that was still so weird. But Sabo ignored it for now, because he had a different mission in mind. He had been worried about Ace since last night, but had fallen asleep before his brother’s return. He had yet to check in with Ace and question what had happened the prior night.

Besides Luffy excitedly hugging Ace this morning and crying over the fact Ace was back, they hadn’t talked about what had happened or been said the prior night. Sabo wanted answers. As badly as he might want to go with Shanks, to leave this island and his noble life behind forever, he wouldn’t go without Ace.

So the three boys set off leaving the boat and the village. As the went Sabo tried to start up a conversation a few times but kept getting shushed by Ace, claiming he heard something. Sabo knew he was full of crap but let it slide for now. After successfully hunting a tiger, Sabo had had enough.

“Hey Luffy I forgot to bring a knife with us. Can you go ask Makino if we can barrow one so we can skin this?” Sabo requested of their youngest brother. Luffy was always excited to help, and Sabo would feel bad for tricking him later but for now he had a mission.

As Luffy bounded away, and again that was still super weird, Sabo found on Ace. “Alright spill, what happened last night.”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” Ace immediately grew defensive. Sabo was going to call him an idiot once he finds out what Ace told Shanks. Sure it ended well but it was still a major risk.

“Listen normally I wouldn’t push, but Luffy’s not going to be gone forever, so if something bad happened you need to tell me now.” Sabo hoped nothing bad happened. That last night was just Ace lashing out at the idea of them being separated, but Ace was acting weird all morning. If something bad happened between him and Shanks, Sabo needed to know. He had to come up with a plan to tell Luffy that his hero/dad hurt Ace. Ace mumbled something that Sabo didn’t catch, “come again?”

“I told him okay!” Ace snapped at him.

And Sabo’s world stopped. There is only one thing Ace could be talking about. “Why?!” Ace couldn’t be that stupid.

“I don’t know okay.” Ace yelled back, apparently he was that stupid. “He was talking about how he wanted all three of us to join his crew. That he wanted me. And I just- told him? I don’t know why?” Ace was still freaking out.

Sabo seeing his brother having a breakdown didn’t know if he wanted the answer to his next question but he asked any way. “And what did he say?” If Shanks said anything bad about Ace it was over. Sabo wouldn’t sail with someone who hated his brother just because he was born. Ace deserved better than that.

Ace paused. He took in a big breath before squaring his shoulders to face his blond brother. Sabo tensed waiting for the worst. “He told me he was on Roger’s crew.”

“He what?!!” Sabo’s yell was loud enough to startled the birds for miles

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Meanwhile back on the Red force Shanks was finally awake. Sleeping in a chair wasn’t his smartest decision but it was never a bad thing to wake up in Mihawk’s arms. He looked over to the bed to check on the boys, only to panic.

The boys were gone.

Shanks scrambled out of Mihawk’s lap, jostling his lover awake. “Shanks out of all the ways you could have disturbed my rest-”

“The boys are gone” Shanks interrupted his. He knew Mihawk hated being abruptly awoken, almost as much as he hated to be interrupted, but right now Shabks didn’t care. The boys were gone.

He was out the door of the cabin in just a few moments hoping the boys were on the deck, but they weren’t. This couldn’t be. He thought his talk with Ace went well last night. Was he wrong? Did Ace grab his brothers and run. Shanks wouldn’t force them to be a part of his crew, but it hurt to think they would leave without a goodbye. Surly Luffy, his little anchor would say goodbye.

Mihawk came up behind him and rested a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure they’re fine.” He tried to reassure Shanks but this was never his strong suit. He was always and action over words person, but he wasn’t sure what action to take right now.

“Morning captain.” Lucky Roux called out to them. He was about to say something about breakfast when he caught the worried look on his captains face. Luckily he had a good idea about why his captain was upset. “If you’re looking for the boys they went hunting this morning.”

“What?” Shanks turned to look at his cook, giving him his full attention.

“Ya, I over heard them this morning discussing breakfast. I was about to offer them some but Sabo wanted to hunting for the crew. They were all so excited about it, I didn’t want to stop them. It’s cute how they already want to help out in what ever way they can.” He explained the discussion he had heard the boys have this morning.

Shanks relaxed a little bit now that he knew why they boys weren’t on the ship. Though he did wished that they told him they were leaving, he couldn’t be mad at their intentions. He quickly stretched out his observation Haki to search the island for the boys. He found the quickly, but they were pretty far in land. Though it seemed Luffy was on his way back.

“I’ll go check on them.” Mihawk told him with a firm squeeze to his shoulder. “If they’re hunting I would like to see their skill.” Mihawk turned and gave Shanks a pointed look. While it was true he had wanted to see the boys skill level with their pipes (a ridiculous weapon to be sure) after all he would like to see if their was any skill there at all that he might be able to train up. He also knew Shanks was still bone dead weary after last night. Roger’s memory always left him so, and knowing who Ace was would just make his lover more protective over the boys. He wanted to give his lover the opportunity to rest, something he wouldn’t do without knowing the boys were safe.

Shanks was going to argue but knew it was pointless to fight with Mihawk on something like this. After all he knew Mihawk well enough to know this was his was of showing that he cared for Shanks and the kids. So he nodded his head and watched as his lover silently left their ship. It would be fine. He could keep an eye on all of them with his observation haki. Luffy seemed to be coming back on his own any way. Everything would be fine.

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As Mihawk made his way out of the village he had run into Luffy. The little one had excitedly told him all about the tiger they caught and how he was going to see Makino for a knife.

“No need. I’ll help your brothers with that task. Why don’t you head back to the ship.” Mihawk quickly directed the little ball of energy back toward Shanks. His lover would relax far more with one of the children being back in his sight. Normally Shanks wasn’t a worrier, but Roger’s memory always put him on edge. Worried for his loved ones, and feeling helpless to protect them. He knew Shanks wouldn’t fully relax until he had the whole crew in his sight, but sending one of the boys back would help.

“Alright! I’ll go say hi to Makino and then go see Shanks!” Luffy cheered as he made his way back down to the village. Mihawk didn’t mind him going to see the bar owner. She obviously cared for the boy and the village was peaceful. There shouldn’t be any problems.

Mihawk stood from his crouched position, as he had lowered himself to speak to the young boy, and started heading towards the remaining brothers. As he walked up the path he passed by a group of men, roughians for sure. Bandits by name probably. But obviously weaklings, not worth his time. The took one look at him, Yoru on his back, and gave him a wide berth, as he said weakling and cowards. Nothing for him to worry about.

(Later he will regret not taking Luffy along with him to gather Ace and Sabo. Later he will wish he cut these men down as soon as he saw them. But now he has no clue of the devastation these weak men are going to bring to his life)

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Leather Weather

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Time written-4:10 p.m

Jason Todd/fem!reader fluff (featuring off brand Starbucks, something stupid inspired from my lack of caffeine)

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The rain was nice, not enough to weigh down clothes, scarcely enough to wreak havoc on your hair.

A solemn, constant drizzle emitted from dark, pillowy clouds, growing darker throughout the day.

It was cold, though. A solid 61 degrees.

You weren’t too sure if it was rain or tiny shards of ice that pommeled your cheeks, the chill leaving you too concerned about it to care.

Can we go get coffee? You texted Jason from your couch slouch, a blanket comfortably shielding your toes from the chill.

A solid six seconds pass before an echo of a yell erupts from your bedroom.

“You could’ve walked about twenty steps to come ask me!”

You stifle a giggle before opening your phone again, typing your response on screen before hitting send.

Too lazy. Can we take Batmobile?

Pure silence invades the space of your home before you finally get a response. Patience, as it’s known, brings great rewards.

Ok.

Some amusing demon on your shoulder insisted Jason would be incredibly casual about bringing a limousine to take you to get coffee. Or worse.

Only someone like Dick would be crazy to bring a party bus with stripper poles. No one would be silly enough to deny it much.

“Here.” A heavy, thick weight plasters over both your shoulders. A fairly strong scent of cologne you had bought for his birthday wafted through your nose, making your heart flutter.

His leather jacket protects your body from a majority of the rain, whilst the grey cotton hoodie shields your hair. The cherry to this was the pleasantly long sleeves hanging past your fingertips.

You would think you’d have to beg to borrow his jacket, but it would be on your body before the thought even comes to mind. He enjoys seeing you in his clothes, especially one of his old leather jackets, with sweater lining inside to make it just the right amount of cozy.

“Bruce still makes you work in this weather?” You question the vigilante as he runs his hand through his damp hair, tilting his head back on the headrest with a sigh.

“Yep.”

He peers out the window, watching the rain ripple down along the surface. “Don’t get me started on how it all works. I know it’s cold, but the suit helps me deal with it.”

Gotham weather such as this, paired with the early afternoon before the work rush buzz kicks in lead to semi empty streets, making it quite a smooth ride towards the favorable coffee shop.

“I know what you’re gonna say,” Jason chides shortly before you could sit up in your set and breeze the drive thru menu,

“Got it memorized up in here,” he taps along his temple. “But don’t kill me if they misplace one sprinkle, alright?”

“We’ll see,” you dramatically tease, slouching back in your seat once more. After a three car wait, Jason comes to order your drink first, leaving you focus on various raindrops grouping together before rippling down along the windshield.

“That’s it?” You chime after hearing Jason confirm the order the attendee repeated back to him.

“What?” Jason glances over whilst pulling out his wallet.

“A chai tea?” You say with furrowed brows. “That’s it?”

Jason blinks, slowly pulling out some cash.

“Yeah?” He nearly hesitates, responding with utter confusion. “Technically babe, it’s just chai. That means tea.”

“Yeah, I know, but that’s all you’re gonna get??”

He keeps quiet, unsure how else to respond.

“Yeah. It tastes good.” He shrugged, keeping his attention focused on the car in front him.

He extends his hand to grasp two paper cups with beige sleeves and signature, rich green logo. You sip your drink nearly on the spot, humming in delight.

“Perfect.”

“Dessert in a cup, more like.” Jason mutters under his breath as he pulls back onto the road.

“It’s delicious,” you insist as you take your cup, seeing him roll his eyes. “Don’t judge me cause you order boring drinks.”

“Chai is good, okay? It’s not complicated, an’ I like it.”

You stare ahead, biting the inner corner of your cheek in thought before taking another sip of your hot drink.

“You raise your pinkie sometimes,” you broadly state, your gaze just as fixated on the road as his.

“You slurp obnoxiously loud for your no reason.” Jason chides in retaliation to your statement.

“Says the guy who drinks solid black coffee seven times a week.”

“You order vanilla bean frappes thinking they have coffee in it, an’ they don’t!”

“So??”

“You’re literally drinking blended milk, babe!”

“Sometimes that’s all I need!” An involuntary giggle at such an ear sore of an amusing conversation takes place. “Come on, Jay. The stigma of guys ordering something other than coffee—“

“It’s not that,” He quickly insists, huffing a little. “Believe me, it ain’t. It just looks like an overcomplicated menu, hurts my eyes tryin’ to understand it all.”

“When Christmas comes around, you’re gonna try the Christmas Cookie. Or the candycane. It’s delicious, you’ll love it—“

“You namin’ desserts, or..?”

“Drinks. C’mon, you like peppermint.”

Jason dramatically exhales at a stoplight, bringing his drink to his lips. “I do like peppermint.”

He glanced at you, a short smile brushing along his lip as you sip your drink with scrunched leather sleeves pushed up to your wrists. “Is it good?”

“Perfectly,” you smile at him. A picture of beauty.

“Thank you, Jason.”

“I gotcha sweetheart,” Jason smiles, watching your content expression unfold as the warmth of your overtly sweetened drink fills you with such joy.

His hand settles along your thigh on the drive home.

A warm drink, a warm seat and the warm coat of a loving man. A car ride home couldn’t get better than this.

“You wanna check out Barnes and Noble?” Jason proposes.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

[clare-875]

Until The End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 36

[The Peace We Dreamt Of]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary: "You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Thirty-Five] <--> [Chapter Thirty-Seven] _____

(Warnings: Descriptions of Blood, Injury, Death, Canonical Violence)

You ready your gear as Falco approaches the site of war once again, trying to dodge the hundreds of projectiles that fill the air by innumerable War Hammer Titans crowding the Founding Titan's back. You ready yourself to dive down alongside Reiner and Jean with the role to rid of as many Titans as possible so Jean can pull the detonator on the nape of the massive Titan. Just before Flaco levels down, however, Levi uses the opportunity to gently grasp your hand in his making your turn to his gaze. He hesitates and you do too, looking at each other for the last time before what you knew to be the final fight. He squeezes your hand gently eyes wavering on yours before you reach out and tuck a strand of raven hair away from his face, trying to ease your worry and his. 

"Just... don't die," he mutters and your heart constricts at the words he had spoken to you countless times. "Don't do anything stupid," you say with a shaky smile, before pulling him in for a quick hug, "I love you." Levi freezes at the proclamation but as you go to leave, he pulls you back to him quickly, "I love you too." His voice is barely audible but you hear him nonetheless. You have no time to react however as Jean calls to you and so you turn away from him and his sharp grey eyes, the safety that encompasses them, to the danger that awaits you below.  Your heart rate picks up and you squeeze your eyes shut before unsheathing your swords, then, you dive. You feel the air push against you harshly as you fall. A gold glow envelops you as Reiner transforms into the Armoured Titan, and Jean falls from behind you as you attach and detach once more to the Founding Titan. 

Reiner moves first yelling at us to go on as he takes on the hundreds of War Hammer Titans that conjure. You watch as they summon innumerable weapons surrounding his Armoured form but yell out to Jean's hesitance to keep going. The both of you leave Reiner to struggle against the countless Titans, but you weave against countless more that obstruct your path. You slash and turn across the vicinity, cutting through the napes of those that reach out to you whilst trying to ignore the fact that if all else fails, death is what awaits you. You move at astonishing speeds causing havoc along the way. Each Titan that rises falls, and yet you can keep up with the pace of Jean who barely needs to slice through any amid your destructions. 

Even your squad members that still sit aboard Falco look in astonishment at your barely visible form flashing across space, Titans around you falling relentlessly. Levi takes one last look at your fighting form, heavy worry in his heart before Falco flies off towards the tail-end of the Founding Titan so the rest of your squad members can try and find Armin: the second phase of your plan. All is going well and Jean remains unscathed, however, apprehension fills the air, as once again a Jaw Titan, known for its agility goes to attack Jean once more. You grit your teeth before flying across space, quickly killing the Titan, and a sharp pounding reached the air as it fell. Jean turns wide-eyed, not having noticed his almost-death, but you look at him sharp-eyed, urging him onwards.

"Go! I'll hold them off!" 

You don't allow him to reply before you are off again, and he leaves reluctantly to find the detonator to the explosives Pieck had planted around the Founder's nape. Speaking of Pieck, she had finally been able to recover enough to remove her form from her Titan that was still impaled under the weight of a War Hammer Titan's weapon. She runs, before transforming once more, and when she sees Jean's pursuit of the detonators, joins you in keeping a now-growing hoard of Jaw Titans at bay. She moves, aligning to your movements and every time a Jaw Titan goes to tear away at her, her human form merely escapes once more before transforming again. She fights, transforming dozens of times when necessary and you choose to ignore the fast pace of your heart and instead use your adrenaline to your advantage as you fight against the Titans who are stubborn in their pursuit of you all. 

Your mind wonders to Levi momentarily among the bloodbath you cause and you think of the goal you know he still sets himself... to kill Zeke. You have all yet to see the man amid the fight but you knew he was present; he had to be for Eren to uphold the use of the Founding Titan completely. You knew the burden of not fulfilling his last pledge to Erwin. He had never failed a task appointed to him by the Commander and you knew that though he was to stay atop Falco with Gabi, the mere sight of the man he despised would force him into the battle by the sheer will of his emotions. Your thoughts are broken when you see Pieck's form suddenly fall from the sky, with no question the cause being exhaustion from constantly transforming. "Pieck!" You yell before flashing over to her and barely dodging the claws of another Jaw Titan who approaches her. Your eyes turn and now you see Jean struggles against Titans that are in the way. When you turn back, Reiner has been impaled several times, struggling under the weight of one that pins him down. 

Suddenly it seems as though victory will be sparse as you see that Pieck has injured her arm hindering her transformation as she winces in your grasp. Jean and Reiner are on the brink of destruction as they fight against Titans that surround them but barely remain moving. Your mind whirls, as no matter how fast you are, being the only one able to attack in your group would do nothing to stop the impending deaths that approach you all. You put Pieck down gently and grab out your swords harshly as two more Jaw Titans bound over to you two, and Pieck lets in a sharp intake of breath as she tries to stand back up and somehow fight. You wait for the blow and the inevitable fight that awaits, however, just as you were desperately going to try and help your comrades somehow survive, two more Titans come from behind the two that try to attack you. 

You hear the hitch of Pieck's voice as she looks up with tears in her eyes. "Porco! Marcel!" When you look back you realise that the Titans that attack are somehow conscious now, no longer their hollow shells, and their past holders are by some means helping you defeat other Titans that remain. You watch as another Titan helps retch away at those who tear at Jean and Reiner, helping to clear a path for you all. ‘Now's the time. Now or never.’  You move through the air, helping the now-conscious Titans pave a stronger path, you yell out, "Go, Jean!!" He reacts, quickly pushing himself to his feet. Several moments pass and the rumbling underneath the Founding Titan has gone quiet; somehow stopping. ‘Levi... could he have killed Zeke?’ Jean lets out a strangled cry as he dodges obstacles and finally, finally makes his way to the detonator. He grabs it now secure in his hold, and moving a small distance away, tears brim in his eyes as he screams out to Eren. 

"You damned... suicidal dumbass!" 

The explosion is huge, able to sever Eren's head from the Founding Titan's body as its nape erupts into massive flames that now spill fumes in the sky. You grit your teeth as you try to steady yourself among the waves and waves of heat that burst upon you looking away at the sudden bright encompassment of the eruption. When you look back you see a large, glowing, worm-like essence spill from the nape of the Founding Titan. Your eyes widen as you wonder if this is the Titan's true form, glowing a sharp white as it somehow looks alive in the air. "That thing's gonna go for Eren's head again!" Jean yells out from where he is below you, and you look up to see that what he's saying is true and that the large skeletal worm now dives for Eren's Titan head crushed within the ground. Reiner, also following your gaze now reacts, damned if we had to go through all of that once again. 

He moves out of nowhere holding on to the worm-like being tightly, letting out a guttural roar as he is dragged across the ground under the weight of its strength. "Jean, Pieck, Captain!" Connie's voice now calls out to you as you see Porco's flying Titan approaching you. "We're getting out of here! Armin's gonna blow all of this up!" Jean pauses in hesitation whilst Pieck comes forward now in her Titan form, before revealing herself. "Wait! Reiner's down there!" Jean calls out in hesitation, but Pieck retorts quickly, knowing time is of the essence. "The Armoured Titan should be able to withstand the Colossal's explosion." You nod your head quickly turning to the two as you speak up quickly. "Regardless, to pass up this chance would be to trample on Reiner's resolve. Quickly, let's go!" 

You all jump onto Falco, Levi instantly reaching for your form and holding you securely, relief brimming in his eyes as well as determination. Armin exchanges position with you all as he now lands on the Founding Titan, a sombre look on his face. You grit your teeth as the wind blows harshly against you and Falco flies further into the distance until Armin finally lifts his hand to his mouth slowly. Mikasa turns to the sight, utter despair on her face as you see him mutter something that looks like goodbye before biting his hand. There is another explosion but this time much larger than the one before. The heat that attacks you is surreal, and the deep orange of the eruption lights up all that surrounds you. The Colossal Titan's massive form is seen from within, but nothing else could survive such an attack. You all fly away leaving him in the wake of his destruction. 

..... 

You watch with sullen emotion as you see Pieck, Falco and Gabi reunite with their families that had actually survived, and sought refuge on the very land you had just fought in, all the way from Libero. Levi's arm is around yours as he leans on you heavily, unable to use the leg that had been torn by the Titan in the battle. Your other squadmates stand by you as you look at the sight of the three Warriors crying and hugging and clutching their families in relief. "I can't say I don't have any regrets," Connie speaks in a muted tone, "Still, what we did was right, wasn't it? We did stop the rumbling..." You sigh outwardly but watch the joy that lingers amongst the destructions bittersweetly. "Armin!" Mikasa's voice breaks you free of your thoughts as you turn to see the Colossal Titan rise from smoke and gravel that still linger in the air. "Reiner!" You watch as the Armoured Titan also rises from the debris somehow alright amid the explosion. 

Your relief is short-lived however when Connie's voice cracks as he looks to your right. "Hey! Look over there!" Your breath hitches as you turn, only to see that the being that you had used all your power on - the strange glowing skeletal worm – had still survived the destructions. You feel your heart drop at the sight of it still moving and rising from the demolition. "It's still alive, even after taking that blast?!" Connie shouts out in disbelief, as Jean voices his utter discomposure at such as being. "What on earth is it?" Levi groans from next to you as he observes the sight as well. "Who knows? But I do know we can't let it live."

Then, it happens: Another explosion. Another glow. Another transformation. 

The Earth shakes as gold light seeps through space and you hear the surprisingly neutral tone of Jean rise from next to you. "Well, that figures... I didn't think that'd be enough to kill you." Connie's voice shakes as he looks on at Eren who once again transforms. "Yeah... But what do we do?" ‘Eren...’  You grit your teeth as Gabi approaches you once more, momentarily leaving her parents’ side. "This is bad! If the glowing thing and Eren come into contact, the rumbling might start again!" You speak up tensely observing the sight. "Yeah. We have to kill it... but it survived a blast by the Colossal... How...?" Levi voices his thoughts as you mutter yours, "The one we should target... is Eren... You've caught on, right? This nightmare won't end until we take him down." Suddenly around you, the air is filled with strange vapour and you look down to see that the glowing worm from below is now releasing strange gas into the air. 

"Did it die?" Mikasa utters from next to you, as you all try to escape the gas that now clouds the air around you. "No... It doesn't smell when Titans die." You say, remembering the countless times you have fought against Titans in the past. Never was there an ounce of stench that touched the sky, not like this. Connie's voice hitches as though he has come to a realisation and he turns to you all, dread in his eyes. "Could it be... What if it's like the stuff that was used in Ragako Village?" Your heart pounds, and then you come to a realisation as well... Ragako Village... Connie's hometown... downtrodden by humans suddenly turned into... Titans. "Mikasa! Pieck! Get on Falco we're getting out of here!" It's Levi who yells out, grip tightening on your form, but it's you who replies to Pieck's bewildered stare. "[l/n]s, Ackermans and Titan wielders are immune, remember?" You utter, eyes grim. "You know better than anyone what we've gotta do!" 

Pieck's face contorts into one of complete loss as her eyes are blank while she stares at you and Levi who now readies his gear despite his injuries. "What... no... It's too much..." But Levi turns in a fit of rage at her hesitation, knowing there is a lack of time. "Hurry! Let's go!" Your eyes fill with tears but you grab onto Pieck harshly, Falco transforming despite the anguish that fills his face. Pieck scrambles against your hold and you feel the frustration in you brim, weighing you down. Jean and Connie look at you, but they stand arm-in-arm next to each other, and you quickly turn away before you can also hesitate. Levi gets onto Porco's back and you quickly follow with Pieck and Mikasa, you grab onto the net on the Titan, as he lifts through the air. You turn around, Pieck screaming for her father, Porco's Titan roaring in grief at the skies. You look down seeing Jean and Connie's faces for the last time... until a bright gold glow takes over, and in place of where they stood... were Titans. 

..... 

Below you terror reins, as though you were actually in the midst of hell. 

Pieck transforms into her Titan as she dives away from Falco's Titan, rage clear in the depths of their eyes. She joins Reiner who struggles against the glowing worm and the army of Titans it had just summoned; the faces of our comrades and their families mutilated upon their forms. There is a pounding impact as Armin and Eren's Titan now attack each other in a raging fistfight, and all you can do is look down at the sight alongside Mikasa and Levi in utter grief and loss. Annie now joins the fray from a distance in her Female Titan form, trying with Reiner and Pieck to stop the glowing being whilst also not attacking the Titans composed of the families that tear away at them. Mikasa suddenly starts wailing out and you turn to the sight of her clutching her head harshly as though being tortured. "Mikasa!" You yell out trying to get her attention as Levi also turns eyes widening at her tormented state. "Pull it together! We're the only ones who can kill Eren now!" 

"It's too much... I can't take it anymore... I wanna go back... I wanna go back to our home..." 

You feel her pain through the way she clutches at her hair, the way her eyes fill with tears and the way she tries desperately to escape the reality of her current world. You grit your face before turning away remorsefully, knowing you can barely begin to imagine the depths of the emotions and turmoil she is currently going through. Armin and Eren still attack each other, fists rising and aiming, dodging and defending. The air is laden heavy with smoke and fire, the result of so much destruction evident upon the bare lands in which they brawl. Reiner takes damage alongside Pieck and Annie, blood spewing from where they are attacked, skin cracking against the weight of the glowing being they try desperately to force still. Mikasa has her eyes closed shut as you wonder if in the end, it would be up to you and Levi to try and put an end to it all... somehow. You know how much Mikasa cares for Eren, it was evident from your first interaction with the woman. You know how much she dreams of her and him, away from the midst of this war. 

You know how much she loves him. 

You know because you know what it's like to love in such a cruel world. Every day is encumbered with uncertainty and fear, not for yourself any longer, but for the other. How every action and word and argument brims from the depths of your care for your partner, for your hope that maybe you could escape hell... that maybe you could find normalcy with them. How every spare moment you try to spend with them. How you treasure every small moment, every small gesture, every small gift, every small ounce of their lives... because death was always a footstep behind. You would do anything for Levi.... kill anyone, destroy anything, stay anywhere, sacrifice yourself... You know the depths of hurt and anguish it takes to love when you are marked as a devil, deprived of basic freedoms, unable to have the life you hoped to have with him. That's why when you look down at the destruction below, you are ready to bear the death of Eren by your own hands and take that burden away from Mikasa. That's why your heart hammers when you prepare yourself to try and put an end to this war. 

That's why you're stunned when Mikasa rises from where she wallowed only moments before. 

She wraps her red scarf around her, one you have seen her hold so many times before. She stands forward atop Falco's Titan and she unsheathes her swords. Her voice trembles slightly but is sure and steady... confident. "Eren is in the mouth! Everyone, help me get there!" Your eyes widen at her sudden resolve heart pounding but you stand as Falco dives towards Eren's Titan. 

"Roger that Mikasa!" 

You and Levi dive, Thunder Spears in your grasps. Sparks fly as you both doge debris at indescribable speed approaching the massive Titan who stares blankly with its emerald green eyes. Your movements sync with the other as it did so many times before, and somehow you know that this might not only be the last chance, but the last time you fight like this. You turn dodging rocks as Levi does the same. You grasp onto your Thunder Spear and Levi grips his. You both grit your teeth before letting out a yell, and you both aim, before firing your weapons towards Eren's mouth. Mikasa flies in from behind as you and Levi use your gear to move out of the way. She goes forward, swords glinting under the weight of the destructive skies. She attaches to the gap made in the Titan's teeth from your impairment, and she slips into the Titan. Using her momentum, she lands within the mouth, before looking up and twisting her swords in a position ready to strike. She looks at the man she loves one last time. She feels herself at peace though devasted in this goodbye. 

She slices through Eren's neck. 

She ends the war. 

..... 

When you stumble through the remains of the aftermath smoke clouds your vision, as you ignore the voices of people coming together in relief and joy, as they turn from Titans back to humans. Instead, you search for the man you hoped to see. You walk, the weight of having fought for hours and hours, awake days upon days finally catching up on you. You search the grounds as you find yourself further away from everyone else, but seeing the only person you could ever need by your side... Levi. He leans against a massive land formation risen amid the ground looking at the smoke around him. His eyes are full of emotion and when you approach you feel your tears brim with relief. You sit next to him heavily, and he meets your gaze, before gripping onto your hand tightly. "[y/n]..." His voice softly utters to you as you open your momentarily closed eyes.

"Look who showed up." 

When your eyes turn forward that's when you see it, and you know Levi does too. It's Petra, It's Furlan... It's Miche... It's your subordinates... It's your squad members... It's Sasha... It's Erwin... It's Hange. "Were you watching?" Levi asks the figures who look at us with contented and serene smiles on their faces. "Seems this was the resolution that you gave your hearts for." In response, the ghosts of your comrades that stand before you, give you a salute, a fist to their chest. Your breath hitches, as you feel your tears fall returning the gesture alongside Levi who cries a lone tear too. Finally, they could be at peace. Soon, the figures in front of you fade, and you know it will be the last you see them on the barren Earth. 

Levi puts an arm around yours as you find yourselves alone and yet not so alone next to the other. You had finally made it through the clutches of confinement. You had finally escaped the deathly turmoil that comes with being a Scout, an Eldian, a girl on the run. You had finally found a sense of freedom. You turn as Levi meets your gaze, he brushes the hair from your face and scours it as he always did, with an unmatched gentleness, an unmatched fondness that no one else would ever be let see. Your world had been harsh on you for the first few decades of your life, but as you saw the raven-haired man in front of you alive, with love that reflected the love in your heart, you knew you would go through it all again. Just as long as it came back to this moment. Just as long as he was with you in every lifetime. 

He leant forward, holding your form gently as you did the same. His lips were scarred but still so warm and welcoming. You felt yourself lose yourself in the moment of serenity...

In the moment of utter peace. 

_____

A/N: Only one more chapter to go guys!! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you've liked it <3

[Chapter Thirty-Five] <--> [Chapter Thirty-Seven]

Tags: @batboygirlie @crmnic @levisbrat25

[rabbitcruiser]

World Oceans Day

With oceans making up 66% of our Earth, it’s crucial we raise awareness about and tackle the threats facing these life-giving and life-containing bodies of water.

66% of the world is covered in a blanket of rich, vibrant blue, from its depths once came all life on the Earth, and it continues to house an immense amount of life. This blanket is the world’s oceans, and they serve as one of the most popular vacation spots in the world and play a vital role in the economy of countries worldwide. Across the briny deep massive amounts of cargo cross each year, and it still serves as the primary thoroughfare for trade. World Oceans Day celebrates the ocean and the important role it plays in our lives.

It’s a time for supporters of the oceans to focus on conversation and sustainability so that they can remain clean and usable. The animals deserve a happy and safe place to roam and live without having to worry about any destruction or man-made obstacles. It’s important to safeguard the oceans to help ensure a healthy home for all. One this day, people can come together to create a space for all to enjoy and appreciate, no matter where each person lives.

History of World Oceans Day

In 2008, the UN gathered and uniformly created World Oceans Day. It was first proposed in 1992 in Rio de Janeiro during the Earth Summit. The ocean has been an incredibly important part of human history, and this special was established with the intent of celebrating our connection to the sea and raising awareness about the various dangers it faces. There are nearly 200,000 identified species that live in the ocean, but the number of actual species that reside there is likely in the millions. It’s essential to ensure that they don’t have to worry about freely getting around and enjoying a healthy and safe home to reside.

Even with that being the case, there are still problems with overfishing, and the subsidies that are given for fishing in countries all around the world are causing depletion of the game species. These activities have led to efforts to restore the fishing industry being undermined, and the industry bringing in $50 billion a year less. It’s just one of the many factors that should have us all celebrating World Oceans Day and raising awareness about all the issues our big blue’s face.

There’s a global environmental catastrophe due to decades of overuse and a surge in single-use plastics. Plastic straws and bags are getting into the oceans and causing havoc. World Oceans Day is an opportunity to acknowledge and recognize the efforts that have been and are being made against plastic pollution. It’s enlightening and disheartening to know that today, 13,000,000 tons of plastic leaks into the ocean every year, which among other damage, kill 100,000 marine animals annually.

World Oceans Day Timeline

1987 Brundtland Report

This report, connected to The World Commission on Environment and Development (Brundtland Commission) notes that the ocean sector is lacking representation compared to other sectors.

1992 Earth Summit in Rio de Janeiro

Created as a way to celebrate the world’s shared ocean and raise awareness for the personal connection between humans and the ocean. This is where the concept for World Oceans Day was first proposed by the Canadian representatives.

2008 UN declares to recognize World Oceans Day

This year, after a four-year onsite and online petition drive, the UN General Assembly passes a Declaration that will officially recognize the day, beginning the following year.

2009 First World Oceans Day is celebrated

The inaugural World Oceans Day is observed with the theme “Our Oceans, Our Responsibilities.”

2016 World Oceans Day Youth Advisory Council is launched

Made up of 25 youth from all over the world, the Youth Advisory Council is created to develop and promote World Oceans Day.

Why celebrate World Oceans Day?

It’s a good reminder to bring attention to the fact that oceans play a major role in everyday life all around the globe. The oceans provide a majority of the oxygen we breathe, so many consider them to be the lungs of our planet. The goal is to develop a worldwide movement of citizens to care better for the oceans. It’s an opportunity to inform and educate humans and the public of what our actions are doing to the ocean and what impact they have in the long run. It’s not only a day to celebrate the beauty, wealth, and promise of the ocean, but a chance to realize that they’re a critical part of the biosphere. They’re a significant source of food and medicines and simply can’t be ignored or mistreated any longer.

How to celebrate World Oceans Day

Start it off by a visit to the nearest ocean to restore a personal connection to the sea. Breathe deep and appreciate the beauty and serenity the ocean offers each day of the week. Invite family along, and while there, bring information about the ocean and what people really need to know about it to make visiting it a joy for years to come.

Pick a day to go to the ocean to clean up and help restore it instead of simply sitting by it. Gather friends and family and pitch in and pick up trash that surrounds the local beaches and oceans in the area. It’ll not only look nicer, but the wildlife in the area will benefit from these actions as well. Avoid single-use plastics, and instead pack a picnic lunch with reusable containers to enjoy after the hard work is complete. One may also consider organizing a fundraiser to aid preservation and restoration efforts at the local beach. With all the plastic waste coming off our beaches thanks to careless beach-goers, our ocean is awash with litter.

Use this as a time to increase one’s knowledge and explore the topic further. There are a variety of books and resources out there to help a person achieve this goal. Another idea is to gather a group of people and watch an ocean film on the topic to bring awareness to the concept of helping out the oceans.

There are plenty of activities and events that occur on World Oceans Day. Celebrate by choosing one or two to participate in and enjoy. Engage in the day’s events by piggybacking off of other ideas that people in the area have come up with instead of having to think of activities alone.

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[waywardstation]

I'd rather not have a "present day" cameo in PLZA tbh. Be it Emmet or any other character for that matter. This time I only want actual ancestors/descendants of the characters. I don't want people being lost across time and space anymore. At least they gave Anabel in SuMo somewhat of a resolution. (though it appears her displacement is of a different origin than Ingos [and no one "actually" me because if Ingo was a Faller Hisui would also be crawling with UBs (though it would be interesting to save Hisui not only from Frenzied Pokemon but also some UBs wreaking havoc thanks to the friendly neighbourly amnesiac])

Though I totally understand the craving for some updates or a solution... The way I want it to be done IF they do it is for something on the mainland of Unova (not BB Academy) and have the twins together and happy. Maybe briefly mention Ingo's little adventure across time and space but that's it. Nothing more nothing less... Because personally I wouldn't be able to take another small bite and wait forever for the thing to be resolved IF they EVER resolve it in the first place.

That being said I still think the possibilities fans come up with can be pretty entertaining regardless. Just don't want it to happen in canon... Canon could be disappointing in the games... Like Lusamine went crazy after her husband was lost across time and space but when finally meeting him in the game she just lets him walk off like: "he seems happier now". I don't want to see a similar resolution where Emmet and Ingo finally meet but decide to part ways since the other "feels happier now" NO, they DON'T it's plain as day how miserable Ingo is. He still makes the best out of his situation due to his rather outgoing and friendly personality but he is only 50% of what he used to be!

sorry about that rant needed to get that off my chest

You know I think this is why I tagged my last post about this topic saying I’d still rather not see Emmet at all in the games — it seems like it’s pretty clearly expressing this is a different time period (past or future? Idk, I see people making arguments for both but I’m not really hoping for one over the other either way), so for Emmet to appear in it, there would probably have to be more time-space displacement. And yeah, I wouldn’t want that either :(

I couldn’t place why I had initially felt pretty conflicted in the last post but yeah, this was why, I had forgotten the reason until you mentioned this haha.

I want what you want — to see them back together, but for there to be some indication that it is post-PLA, whether through words or character designs.

And I’d be more than happy to just get that resolution; if how things got to that point isn’t explained, fans can fill it in however they like. I’ve already liked seeing all the theories and fics and headcanons of Ingo making it back to Emmet and I’d be happy to see more. People can get so creative!!!!

But above this I’m hoping for nothing cause I doubt we’d get this in PLZA ^^;

[purplewingedwarrior]

Welcome!

Hello,

If you are here, I feel it is safe to assume either you or someone you are close to have had to fight against a chronic illness. This page is a safe space for you. A place to ask any questions or vent any feelings you might have. I am new to tumblr so I am not entirely sure how all of this works. But, as I approach 1 year of diagnosis with SLE Lupus, I knew it was important to create a space where people can have the outlet I so desperately needed at the beginning. The outlet I still need occasionally. Together we can all heal and grow on this journey together!

So, a little bit about me. About 1 year ago now, I was diagnosed with SLE Lupus at the ripe age of 23 years old. Although I have only been diagnosed for a year, the symptoms of my Lupus have severely impacted my life for the past three years. During undergrad I slowly began pulling out of more commitments in an effort to create more time. I was constantly exhausted. Feeling like I took a sleeping pill every day. I had to quite my part-time job (and luckily, was in a position I could do so between savings and my families help) in order to make it through my courses with a high GPA. I was constantly looking around me and wondering why I couldn't do everything so many other kids my age could. I blamed myself, time management, and an inability to manage stress. When in reality, it was not something in my control at all.

After my diagnosis, I didn't think life could change much from what I was already facing. In college, I had lost numerous friends due to my inability to hang out enough (both for financial and energy reasons). I Sacrificed the typically college experience to work towards my career (a career I now will not be able to pursue with my condition). After graduating I immediately got to work at a full time job. I loved everything about my job. The people I worked with, the job I got to perform, the things I was learning in terms of my future career. And yet, once again I was faced with the reality of having to give up everything in order to preform at a basic level. By the time I got to the weekend I would be tucked in bed. Often crying out of pain, or attempting to get over whatever viral illness wanted to wreck further havoc on my immune system. I never saw friends, and often barely had to energy to stay in touch with them through text. Simple household chores felt like laborious tasks. I spent most of the time sleeping, and the time I was awake feeling absolutely trapped in pain and discomfort. I kept returning to the same thought over and over again, "it shouldn't be this hard."

And I was right. It's not supposed to be that hard for people to simply exist. When I finally received diagnosis I was expecting for somethings to change. But nothing could've prepared me for what was actually waiting for me. Turns out, my lupus was intense. So intense, I was immediately put on cellcept and tests were run to see what the state of my kidneys were. It was terrifying. Suddenly, I was advised to avoid alcohol (I chose to stop drinking completely), recommended to go out on disability (I tried to keep working part-time until my body literally could not take it anymore), and told all of the different ways I could accidentally trigger a flare. It was overwhelming. Nearly 8 months into the process, I received the news that my lupus is so aggressive I might not ever go into complete remission. That my providers goal was to get me as close as possible. With that, it was likely I could not work more than 2-3 days a week without causing a full-on flare. I felt defeated. It was not longer just alcohol or social energy being affected, I now was literally facing the dilemma of giving up the very career and life I had worked so hard towards school. It was rough at first. But following the realization that my body and organs would be negatively impacted I knew the choice I need to make.

A year out, I have learned how to adapt to the circumstances and build new dreams and a new life that was attainable for me. But that doesn't mean my journey is done or that I have learned everything. There is still so much I do not know.

Throughout this process the hardest realization for me was how little people understand what it is to live with chronic illness. I see people commonly joke or make light of what many of us go through. Because of it's invisible Nature. I often had my symptoms or instructions compared to that of those who had friends and family with Lupus, who didn't understand how severe my case was. I was asked "when" I could drink again. Told everything would be fine "when" I get better. Asked what I can do to stop a flare, or know when it's coming. All things I do not have answers to. The misunderstanding of chronic illness is enough to drive you up a wall on it's own. Having to deal with it while also trying to grapple with a diagnosis that effectively changes everything about your life as you know it makes it ten times worse.

This space is for us. To vent. To ask questions. To feel seen. To share our story without fear that we will be shamed or judged. I have given you a brief glimpse into my story today. I cannot wait to share even more with you all. Feel free to message me any questions or topics in relation to lupus or chronic illnesses you would want answered in the future.

Thank you for reading.