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satoruly · 11 months

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𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝙃𝙄𝙈 𝙐𝙋 .ᐟ.ᐟ

costumes that the jjk men would wear for halloween

includes. toji fushiguro, satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami

tags/warnings. fluff, no curse!au, i like to think gojo's is a college au too, suggestive, mentions of oral in toji's, gojo is called a slut (jokingly), fake blood.

a/n. i love satoru i swear and suguru's is so cheesy idk if i cringe or not idc i think he's lovely. mdni banner by @/cafekitsune

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𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻 '𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁' 𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘆 ₊˚⊹ 𝘁. 𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼

“I look ridiculous.”

“I bet you don’t,” you spoke from where you sat on the bed, legs crisscrossed as you waited for your boyfriend to come out from the bathroom “Just show me”

He had taken longer than you thought to get ready, longer than you had, but in retrospect, you guess you should’ve seen it coming with the amount of belts you had handed to him and no instructions to work with, you guess it was really on you.

“This was a mistake.” He mumbled through pursed lips once he came out, looking off to the side, his slightly overgrown hair obscuring his eyes. Without the vest and belt, it was practically an everyday outfit for him, a navy blue hoodie with a pair of blue cargo pants. The latter did differ from his day-to-day wear but it was okay, he was gonna wear his New Balance sneakers once you were ready to leave so it cancelled out.

“I want to suck your dick so bad right now.”

“I look like a glorified back-pack”

“Where did you learn the word glorified?” You joked, though only half-heartily because you were too busy staring at your boyfriend’s thighs concealed by not only way too tight pants but by very tight garters. You wished he would keep them on the daily. Luckily though, your primitive brain had no completely taken over and so you were able to process his lack of response to your off-handed blow job proposition.

“Im wearing kneepads like a fucking loser.” He raised his knee to emphasize his point, letting his foot rest on the ottoman at the end of the bed and practically throwing the skeleton mask you hadn’t noticed he had been holding on top of the covers.

You stood up, gave him a once look over and walked towards him cupping his face with your palms. One of your thumbs rubbed the skin of his cheek now coated by a very subtle pink, one you’d only be able to notice if you squinted.

“You don’t look like a loser, personally I think you look very very hot,” you assured him, “but if you really don’t like it you don’t have to wear it, we can find something else for Satoru’s party.”

He huffed, unconsciously leaning against the warmth of your palms, eyebrows still twisted into a frown. “It’s not that, just— you’d really suck me off dressed like this?”

You hummed, giving him a light peck on the lips before trailing your hands down his chest, ignoring the plate carrier that bulked him up more than he already was.

“Like now?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, the usual sultriness it carried back where it was meant to be.

“Depends,” you pondered, biting back a smile at the suggestiveness. “How long ‘till we have to leave?”

He cursed at the number of pockets he had to go through before finding his phone stashed on the back of his pants, eagerly examining the time and then showing the lit-up screen to you. “Like 30 minutes.”

“Then sure,” you looked up at him, not breaking eye contact as you undid his utility belt, letting it fall to the floor before slowly working to unzip his pants. “I’ll be quick."

𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 ₊˚⊹ 𝘀. 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼

“I was gonna buy the tights but the imprint of my d—”

“Okay! We are changing the subject…” You almost slapped your palm over your boyfriend’s mouth before he could continue. Successfully [stopping] Shoko and Utahime from hearing the not-so-safe-for-work details of your costume shopping trip.

Looking back, it was kind of funny. Satoru wasn’t all that fond of superheroes but one singular video of a hot guy on his fyp was more than enough to convince him he was willing to commit to the transformation. In reality, you’re sure he just wanted to wear the tights. That's why he almost cried when all the ones at the costume shop turned out too small to cover his ankles.

He had tried his best to make it work but to no avail and had settled instead for a black pair of cargo pants, and though they weren’t the classic Nightwing tights he had envisioned, you swore they were so much better.

“It’s nice,” Shoko pointed out, taking a drag of her cigarette, directly juxtaposing her surgeon costume. The scrubs and lab coat she wore were likely taken from the faculty of medicine last minute. “Thought you’d use Halloween as an excuse to dress up sluttier though.”

His offended gasp almost made you burst out laughing, the hand you had used to shut him up still muffling his dramatics.

“Oh, he’s a slut alright.” You joked, now resting your hand on his chest and taking a sip of your drink to hide your smile as your boyfriend decided to run with your joke.

“Yeah exactly,” he chuckled, leaning against your head and smushing his cheek in the process and circling one of his arms around your waist. He couldn’t spend a single moment not touching you, and though you played tough, you couldn’t help but lean against his touch every single time. “It’s the energy.”

And it sure was. Even if his current costume was way more tame than the bunny boy one he had chosen last year, he was still giving ‘slut’.

Although you were quick to shut down his previous comment, you’d be lying if you said the mildly accurate costume didn’t do things to you. For one, props to him for making progress at the gym. The loose material stretched out over his thighs every time he made the slightest flexing motion. Sitting, standing, going up the stairs, no matter what he did was a sight for sore eyes. Then, you had the compression long-sleeved he wore. Though it technically was a “costume” and not a compression shirt, it still hugged his arms and chest so deliciously you swore you could moan.

And of course, how could you forget about his ass.

“And what are you supposed to be?” Utahime asked, looking at your pleated pants, loose light blue shirt with most of the top buttons undone, and a pair of sunglasses.

“A slut.” You shrugged, enjoying their confusion until it finally clicked.

“You’re dressed as him!”

𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 ₊˚⊹ 𝘀. 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗼

“Nope, we need another one.”

Suguru groaned in dismay, so close to banging his head against the door frame as you rejected yet another costume you had suggested, or more so, insisted he should wear. At this point of the day, he was sure his skin was sore from the constant friction of multiple garments’ fabrics.

“Why? I think this one’s good.”

You tilted your head, looking him up and down before pursing your lips. You won't deny he looked good. He always looked good. But, “We’re going to a costume party.”

“So? This is a costume.”

“Yeah but…” You trailed off, wondering if he’d take personal offense for the comment you were about to make regarding his fashion sense. “It kinda just looks like you.”

Now it was time for him to tilt his head in confusion, squinting at you as if to prompt you to elaborate and you sighed before continuing, “Besides the boots, actually, no, you do use those, it's pretty much a normal outfit for you.”

He looked down at himself, eyes meticulously scanning every inch of his body to then look up at you. “I’ve never worn a poet shirt before.”

“But the vibe,” you pointed at him up and down with your hand, “is there.”

“What vibe? Suguru Geto from the 19th century?”

“Ish? Yeah.” You agreed, standing in front of him to fix the collar of his shirt. “You look like you belong in a romanticism painting minus the high-waisted pants, which fyi make your ass look great.”

He chuckled, turning around to stand in front of the full-body mirror next to your vanity to check himself out, subtly taking a peak at his ass. It did look really good in those pants.

“Let me try the necklace and you can decide.” He grabbed the thin chain and gave it to you for help. Holding his hair up, he couldn’t yet again chuckle at the reflection as you tried to stand up on your tip toes to hook the clasp around his neck.

It added some depth, he thought. The white shirt and black pants combo was something he would wear. The added jewellery made it look a little less like him, but the matching earrings were still missing.

“—and I know what you’re thinking, so I got these.”

You stretched your palm in front of him, a pair of new gauges resting on it. Unlike his, they weren’t black, more so a pale golden color.

“They match the color of the necklace and if you want to wear the earrings you can loop them through there.” You pointed out, and upon closer inspection, once he held them in his hands, he could see there was a little hole at the bottom of them. “But you can also not wear them if you don’t wanna, thought it'd be a nice detail.”

“I thought you weren’t sure about the costume,” he kissed the top of your head, mumbling ‘thank you’, and carefully slipped off the ones he was wearing. The way you beamed as he started doing so didn’t you escape him, and it made him all the more eager to try them on even if they felt cold against his skin and were out of his comfort zone. He had never really been a fan of gold on himself.

“Eh, I might’ve been more committed than I let on.” You hugged his waist, looking at him through the mirror as he grabbed Howl’s dangly earrings. He looked pretty. “What do you think? Looks good?”

He hummed, shaking his head slightly and chuckling at the earrings swishing against his skin. He wasn’t used to wearing those, it felt funny. “It’s still missing something though.”

“What’s missing?” You asked as he moved fully in front of you. He pressed his thumb in the middle of your furrowed brows before kissing your forehead and then giving you a quick pick on the lips.

“The matching promise rings.”

𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻 ₊˚⊹ 𝗸. 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶

“You’ve always wanted to murder your coworkers, now you can pretend you have!”

“I’m never wearing this outfit again.”

“See! You can even make the references, it’s perfect.”

But you had to give it to him, it would be much more of a costume if he wasn’t wearing a suit that closely resembled what he used to wear for work. A fitted black suit, a crisp, freshly ironed shirt and a red tie, everything covered up by a transparent raincoat. And to be fair, the plastic did make a funny noise whenever he walked.

The only missing piece of the costume was the blood, which led you to where you were, standing over old newspapers in case you stained the kitchen floor.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” He shook his head as you walked around him with a bottle of fake blood, excitedly pouring the runny liquid into strategic places for it to look organic like he had actually killed someone. He wasn’t a Halloween nor a dress-up fanatic per se, but the promise of a good costume party had set you off into a never-ending search for the perfect costume until you had finally settled on one. The perfect one.

You nodded at his words, carefully creating a couple of splotches with a paintbrush before you could finally admire your masterpiece. “Now the only thing we are missing is your face?”

“Pardon?”

“We gotta put some blood on your face.” You said sitting up on the counter, careful not to knock down the FX makeup kit you had gotten. Making space between your legs, you pulled him from his belt loops towards you, and automatically, his hands positioned themselves right on top of your hips. Without you needing to tell him, he leaned closer to you, lowering his height just enough for you to reach his face properly.

“That was not part of our deal.” Yet, he stayed as still as possible as you used a smaller dropper to carefully apply the liquid to his temple close to his hairline.

“Close your eyes.” He did as you said, and you proceeded to imitate the splotches without staining his whole face, just his forehead and cheeks. Some of it dripped down his eyebrow and towards his eye, but you caught it fast enough for it to not stain his lashes. Hopefully, that’d be the only ‘liability’ you’d experience for the night, you really didn’t want his shirt to stain. “And we are done!”

You grabbed your phone and turned on your front camera for him to look at himself.

“What do you think?”

He stared at his reflection for a couple of seconds trying to figure out if he liked it or not. While he did so, he couldn’t help but subtly flicker from you back to him a couple of times, looking at your eyes creasing in excitement. The warm smile on your lips was contagious, the way you scrunched your nose when he kissed your forehead as if scared he’d get ‘blood’ on you too cute, and so he couldn’t help the gentler one that appeared on his.

“I like it a lot.”

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rookiesbookies · 8 months

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Oh my God, if you wrote more sex doll!141 I would be thrilled. It's such a good concept and you've executed it wonderfully!! (Personally I'm partial to simon but if you wrote any of the other characters I would still eat it up).

-🦝

So I’m going to be honest, Simon is a very difficult character for me to right in intimate situations because of how his character is structured. It’s one of the reasons I have trouble flushing out how I write him and why he may be much more varying than my other boys when I write them fic to fic. He’s truthfully the hardest character for me to right and he’s the one I know the most about so I hope this is good.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, check out my AU list for more like this. Don’t forget to leave me a comment (i always try to respond) or a request in my inbox (i also try to respond to these when I can), a reblog, or even just a like to let me know what yall want to see!

I gift you, Sex Doll!Simon and his loser!reader as a gift. As always, under the cut.

A doll and his loser 2, electric boogaloo.

When Simon’s lady had ordered him, she had also been drunk. She was ovulating, feeling sorry for herself, and incredibly horny when the ad on whatever porn site she was on popped up for the sex dolls. So she scrolled through the options, noticing the ‘Johnny’ Doll was sold out, but it didn’t matter, one had caught her eye immediately. The doll style they had named ‘Simon’. His mask made her run wild. She noticed how the pants clung to his thighs and wide shoulders and it made her mouth water. She couldn’t even remember what she ordered the next morning between headaches and vomiting but she just assumed it was something she forgot and paid off that credit card charge.

It was days later when the box arrived.

“Big ole box you got there,” her neighbor teased, “need help getting it in, little lady?”

She huffed, she had been trying to push it in for about 20 minutes. “Please,” she whined.

Her neighbor helped get the probably 200 pound package into her room. The box was all scratched, fragile stickers torn. She thanked her neighbor and ushered him out as she began to open the weird box.

The language seemed made up, but she didn’t expect to get the box open and a giant Ken doll to fall on her with a loud thud as the two hit her floor.

“You’re a big bitch,” she groaned as she shoved the doll off her. His eyes fluttered open and she watched him curiously. “Hi.”

She was met with silence. He seemed mute, like his mouth was stuck shut.

Confused and slightly disappointed, she stared down at the doll lying on her floor.

She had expected an interactive experience, a companion that would fulfill her desires, but all she had in front of her was a lifeless figure. Frustration began to well up within her, fueled by the lingering effects of her hangover.She had gotten wasted the night before again.

Frustrated, she decided to give the doll a chance. After all, she had spent a considerable amount of money on it, and maybe there was a way to activate its features. She carefully inspected the doll, running her hands over its smooth, artificial skin and marveling at the intricate details. But no matter how hard she looked, there didn't seem to be any buttons or switches that would bring it to life.

Determined to find a solution, she grabbed her laptop and searched for the website where she had made the purchase. But it was as if the site never existed. It wasn’t in her search history, it wasn’t in her purchase history, she couldn’t even find a number on the box.

Frustration turned to confusion as she scrolled through her browsing history, desperately trying to find any trace of the website that had led her to this mysterious doll. It was as if the entire transaction had been erased from existence.

Feeling a mixture of unease and curiosity, she decided to take matters into her own hands. With the doll still lying motionless on the floor, she sat down next to it and began examining every inch of its body. Perhaps there was some hidden mechanism, some secret activation method that she had missed.

Then she saw the icon on the box between the gibberish writing, something about the lips.

She crouched down and tenderly pressed her lips against the cool, skin textured rubber of the cheek of the robot. In response, his previously stiff body began to move and his facial features softened into a look of happiness.

A surge of excitement coursed through her veins as she realized that there was more to this doll than met the eye. She had stumbled upon something extraordinary, something beyond her wildest dreams. Her hangover instantly forgotten, she eagerly awaited what would happen next.

Slowly but surely, the doll began to move. Its previously inanimate limbs twitched and flexed as if awakening from a deep slumber.

“Hi,” she said softly, running her hand over the mask.

He flipped his mask up over his lips and quickly kissed her passionately.

She let out a squeak as he climbed on top of her.

“So pent up,” he mumbled, kissing down her neck as she giggled. His hands roaming free. “So stiff, I could use a good stretch, love. And it seems based on your purchase of me, you could too.” He said with a teasing tone before pulling off her pants she wore to work.

He began to eat her through her panties, but it was more lip locking with her lower set. He moved her panties to the side and continued his make out session with her labia. His teeth occasionally gently pulling on them. He took his sweet time getting her wet before he did any more. He spit on her then dug in.

Messy, his face covered in her natural lube, mask rubbing against her clit.

She sat there like this for a while but she got too loud so he stretched his long arm so his palm stretched over her mouth, thumb rubbing her cheek as he continued. Her eyes rolling back as he edged her slowly. One, then two, then three times. Her body convulsing as he finally lifted himself, she let out a whine and he shushed her before freeing himself from his jeans.

He got real close to his ear. “How badly.” He commanded.

She whined out pitifully as a plea.

“Good.” He said, throwing a leg over his shoulder before sliding in and thrusting. A fast pace in, a roll of the hips, and slow pull out. He held this pace for so long she began to feel like the sex doll. It was brutal in the most wonderful way.

Toe curling.

Ball smacking.

Pussy dripping.

Best sex of her life.

Her cervix thoroughly bullied.

Her moans muffled and covered by his rough palm.

Her rug covered in sweat, her flooring under it glistening with heat.

When he finally let her come it was like reaching the peak of Everest. She gasped and whined and moaned, almost screamed into his palm. He fucked her through it and came not long after from her body milking his cock.

He removed his hand and cock making her whine, returning his mouth to her cunt to make out with it again.

He cleaned her of his cum before picking her up and running a bath.

“Worth every penny.” Was all her mushed brain could muster.

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wonysugar · 7 months

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it’s so over for me…. ch. 22

i’m going first! (fully written)

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okay.

okay!

don’t panic aeri, she thought, yeah, you’re in y/n’s bathroom, whatever, right? like, who genuinely cares, not you, that’s for sure. you’re like super nonchalant and wanted by literally everyone, remember? you know people would die to have you over at their house.

so why the fuck are you freaking out???

no seriously, why was she feeling like this? she’s had sex plenty of times before, and she’s probably gonna be having plenty of sex in the near future, too. so why the hell was she acting like a virgin loser that’s never seen a naked body before??

once you made her understand what “staying the night” entailed by kissing her lips and having your hands roam her body, passionate and hungry for more, she, very quickly, started panicking and thinking about how to escape this situation. i mean, it’s not like she wanted to leave, but when your cheeks resemble literal tomatoes, you kinda need to take a little break from the situation to not make yourself look ridiculous.

she splashed an absurd amount of water onto her bare face as an attempt to calm the fuck down, also mentally slapping herself as she stared at herself in the mirror. fuck, she just realized that she totally forgot to put on makeup? it was embarrassing, but, upon seeing that she had a date with you, she kinda just dressed up and left her dorm at full speed. look, she had priorities.

wait, she remembered, were the lights of her room even turned off???

oh who cares at this point. what mattered right now is that she was in your bathroom, stalling and panicking over this entire thing, for no reason, and she didn’t quite know what to do. she thought some more, then remembered an important detail; her friends specifically told her not to make it a sex thing, and that’s exactly what made it so complicated in the first place. she actually liked you, way too much for her own good, and she didn’t just want to be fuckbuddies.

she wanted to try to be so much more than that.

yeah love scared her, it terrified her, even, especially after… that whole situation. but.. whatever it was that she felt around you, she so desperately wanted it to work out, at least a little bit. it was pathetic, and deep down, she hated herself for feeling this way towards you. she was always so desperate for your attention that.. the truth is, since she was always being a huge insufferable bitch to you, she didn’t expect to get this attached to you in the process, especially not in such a short amount of time, either. she had no clue what she felt towards you. but if one thing was for sure, though,

sex was always easier when there were no strings attached, she knew that better than anyone.

god, what the fuck was she doing.

aeri sighed, then placed her hand on the doorknob, not knowing what to expect once she opened the door. were you gonna be like… butt naked? god, she hoped not. well— okay let’s not lie to ourselves, she did, she was just.. y’know, scared of how she would potentially react.

she bit her lip in defeat upon realizing that she’d probably faint at the mere sight of a naked y/n, visualizing your body and feeling her palms get sweatier by the second.

okay! enough thinking, you were probably impatiently waiting for her behind that damn door.

she took a moment to compose herself, closing her eyes and taking a deep and long breath, before eventually turning the doorknob, getting mentally prepared for anything.

she quickly opened the bathroom door and–

oh.

you were laying there,

asleep.

aeri unconsciously sighed in relief, thankful for not having to act nonchalant to save her own dignity like she usually does.

she slowly walked up to your bed, not even realizing that she was smiling warmly as she watched you, your chest gently heaving up and down as you peacefully rested. it’s like she was hypnotized by you, you occupied all of her thoughts almost immediately just with a single look. god, you were so beautiful without even trying, she thought.

that is, before she snapped herself out of it and went back to tucking you in, shoving her feelings back into the mental box they were usually in as she took off your glasses, the ones she personally found adorable, and gently placed them on the nightlight next to you.

once she was done, she quietly headed for the exit, as she didn’t wanna disturb you in your sleep.

unless she kinda did?

looking back at you and the empty space next to you, she contemplated some more.

you drove here aeri, she thought to herself, it’s not like you’re in the perfect state to drive back, you’re pretty fucking tired.

and your bed looked comfy as hell, too.

ugh, but then again, was she seriously gonna cuddle up to you like this? what if you woke up the next morning and got the ick from it.. hm?? then what, aeri, hm???

she sighed and shrugged off the ‘stupid’ idea, trying to recall why she even thought of it in the first place as she reached for the door, but before she could even place her hand on the doorknob,

“stop staring at me like a weirdo and just get over here, dumbass.”

she jumped, ignoring the fact that hearing your sleepy voice definitely made her heart skip a beat, then looked back at you, uncertainty coating her entire face.

“are— are you sure?” she hesitantly asked, before mumbling something else under her breath, “also i wasn’t staring at you i was simply pondering on things not too much—“ which you didn’t catch, thankfully.

you definitely would’ve teased her for it.

instead, you simply nodded in response as you yawned, rubbing your eyes in a sleepy manner.

well shit!

why were you so cute all the fucking time?? it truly annoyed her on a psychological level how you could just be breathing and she’d be on the floor sobbing about it to her friends.

the only option she had left now was prayer; praying that she wasn’t gonna cling onto you for the entire night.

“aeri, wake up.” you whispered, nudging her gently in the process. you also lifted up the blanket a tiny bit, in hopes of getting her to be cold enough to finally leave dreamland and wake up. i mean, to be honest? you couldn’t really blame her, you guys slept at like, what? 5 am? no wonder she was knocked out and snoring loudly.

you watched her as she quietly mumbled in her sleep, her hair messy, her eyes closed peacefully, her makeup running everywhere, her cheek squished onto the pillow from being a side-sleeper. you caught yourself smiling.

she was really pretty.

you could’ve stared at her for hours, but you unfortunately didn’t; you really needed to get to class, and you absolutely could not leave your apartment in this much of a mess. so, naturally, you tried waking her up some more.

which.. magically worked!

drowsy, she rubbed her eyes. “y/n?”

you smiled tenderly as you stood back up, putting your hands on your waist. “good morning!”

in response to your enthusiasm, she looked around in a confused manner, eyes set on the empty spot next to her in your bed. her eyes widen suddenly, and she looks up at you.

“did…” she paused nervously, swallowing her saliva, then continuing with, “nothing happened… right?”

you giggled, “you did spoon me throughout the whole night, if that’s what you wanna know.” you heard her immediately exhale, probably from relief. so preoccupied by the fact that she might’ve made it a sex thing that she didn’t even realize how embarrassing that whole spooning thing actually was.

she sat up and mumbled, checking her phone for a few minutes and looking at the time. you particularly noticed her wallpaper when walking to the side of the bed to retrieve your laundry basket, it was a black wallpaper with a medium sized white heart.

it wasn’t a surprise, every single one of her socials mentioned hearts.

you quietly scoffed, keeping that information stored in your head, for later on.

“fuck??” she turned to look at you, met with your startled gaze, “we have class today, don’t we???” she asked.

“yeah? in like an hour—“

she stood up suddenly, throwing her phone on the bed, “y/n, i look a mess. oh my god i haven’t even showered, my schedule’s at home, i didn’t even bring any of my clothes—“

“hey,” you exclaimed in order to get her attention back on you, which worked instantly, “chill out, you can borrow some of my clothes for today.” still holding the basket, you added, “as for the shower, just go in after me.”

she nodded her head, up until that last part.

“how long are you gonna take in the shower??” she asked, turning to look at you.

“…like, 40 minutes?”

“uhm??” eyes widened, she scoffed, “you’re not going first then.”

you could only laugh at her, “last time i checked, this was my house, aeri.”

“and i’m your guest, so now what?”

you stared, pretending to reflect long and hard about it, then spoke up,

“i’m still going first.”

“you’re delusional if you think you’re the one showering first.”

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aryesdanger24 · 2 months

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Who would everyone be at a convention....?

Laois: the overly obsessed fan over at the merch center, critically thinking whether the anatomy is off on characters solely for the fact that he is bored of waiting for his friends to get their pictures taken by people. Then he gets really into anything he actually knows and tells you EVERY DETAIL of why a print is so good at this particular stand.

You end up having to wait on Laois after everything because he keeps thinking and talking about that particular merch stand.

Reliable for holding stuff, not reliable for his constant change in location, and need to touch cosplays despite everyone telling him no. The cosplayers don't mind since Laois is not sexualizing them but often admiring their big props and asks questions that delight others to answer.

Marcielle: A person who loved the idea of cosplaying her favorite character and actually being them (horribly trying to act before giving up) only to realize she is the only cosplayer in the group and now she has to deal with people wanting her photo (she is proud yet shy and exhausted by the idea but has put too much effort into it already).

She constantly stares at any companion cosplayer, wishing to take a picture with them but being unable to do so, then she stares, then she stops staring because she realizes that she was. Ensue embarrassment for the rest of the day.

Senshi: the backpack man with everything from snacks to sewing needles to absolutely ridiculous amounts of water bottles. He basically lives at conventions and enjoys helping people out.

He is knowledgeable enough to do a panel about nearly anything that is basic knowledge but he feels better helping people physically rather than just teaching....he likes people passionate about things so he doesn't know much about any hot topics in media at the moment, he just enjoys atmosphere and likes to cook even in hotels. He is happiest when everyone is eating and retelling the highlights of the day.

Chilchuk: the veteran who manages to corral the group solely on his ability to multitask. He is someone who scopes out the area for food places and ends up getting hotel tickets since the others are unreliable in his eyes. Along with being a retail manager who pinches pennies and scoffs at every absurdly strange purchase his friends make, he has the most fun watching people and still enjoys the scarier and complex cosplays he sees.

He has a soft spot for idols because sometimes his daughters used to go to conventions and he would always take a picture to show his girls when he got home....he also gets a souvenir if it's in his budget.

Izutsumi: Cat girl by trade but not by heart (behaves like one but never buys any cat items, instead is gifted them frequently) she is the type of person to stare at something she wants for a while, then walking around before going back to buy it later.

She records any bullshit that happens on her phone for fun and is the type of girl that often wants to do anything that has competition (fake sword fights, martial arts, Parkour training, stunt man behind the scenes, racing, etc...) Anything that has a chance to be violent, she wants to watch or participate.

She is also the sore loser of the group and the one who voices her opinions directly. Not afraid of venturing on her own and catching up with the group later when she wants to.

Falin: Every group members dumb nerd who is interested in a little of everything. Money is tight, so she tries to trade items and often ends up actually succeeding.

She sometimes sells art but often forgets to do a lot of things for the booth, so she decided to enjoy being a vendor of weird things she makes.

Out of the group, she is the most directionally challenged yet somehow ends up where she needs to be at the right time (right answer, wrong equation person but with directions). She can be a mom at times and the child at others. She is also the one who often asks to take pictures of people, but all of them are terrible, so someone else takes a picture for her in the group.

Who is always hungry in the group?

Izutsumi because she wanders off the most and often comes back solely to get food from Senshi, but Marcielle is a quick second with how much she gets into things and forgets to feed herself.

Who drives everyone there?

Falin weirdly enough despite her directional horrors, but she is okay since Laios helps her....(they both get turned around however if they are in a deep discussion and miss a turn if no one else is in the car yet) and on occasion Chilchuck when he is farthest from the convention or wants to control when they leave. Also, Marcielle is no longer allowed to drive them after she almost got them killed because she thought there was a squirrel on the road.

Who buys the most stuff?

1. Marcielle (no contest, has many Fandom and has a weak self control if left alone)

2. Laois (often buys strange things that cost more than they should, has a high standard for items despite their strangeness)

3. Izutsumi (anything that is of interest to her she buys and often doesn't have a money limit)

4. Falin (Doesn't buy anything much, she likes looking the most, but she likes to buy smaller things and collects fun car stickers)

5. Chilchuck (Learned from the past and limits his spending. He doesn't spend much on food but occasionally finds an item that piques his interest).

6. Senshi (Only buys food, the items are just nice to look at but he doesn't need things to know what he likes, he only likes practical things)

What are their favorite items they've bought from a convention:

Laois: A fake Minotaur ring that you can put on your nose that is proportionally sized with Celtics markings

Falin: A collection of stickers involving a florally looking dragon dropping flowers from a small basket, it is on her bumper across the whole thing.

Marcielle: A beautiful hand crafted wooden staff of her favorite character. It is the only prop she owns that was not made by her or a friend.

Senshi: A blank cookbook that is covered with tree animals and plants from front to back with its own holder to help keep the book open.

Izutsumi: A real black metaled ninja sword she got that has red markings and and has an engraving of her family name.

Chilchuck: An idol print that his little girls love that he had signed and framed for his kids' 13th and 11th respective birthdays.

If lost, where would you find them at?

Laois: Artist Alley, gabbing up to anyone about their art

Marcielle: At any panel involving her interest that is informational

Izutsumi: Gaming Room or a room with a contest. Occasionally is just sitting on the floor in a hallway.

Falin: Merch/Vendor room, constantly looking and talking to other artists

Senshi: How-to or 101 sessions about crafting, if none available then he is in the viewing room.

Chilchuck: Often watches performances. If bored with them, he goes into the viewing rooms with Senshi. Both just commenting on how anime has changed or having nostalgia on how things used to be in their day.

Whose feet start hurting first?

Marcielle by far, she isn't used to standing but she walks all around the merch tables in cosplay so it's a bit heavier on her too so sitting isn't an option much.

If they held a panel, what would they all do?

Laois - The Best and Worst of Fantasy Creatures (Anatomy edition)

Marcielle - How to Make Elf Ears 101

Senshi - Fantasy Meal Guide (the Do's and Dont's of Cooking Unknown Recipes)

Izutsumi - Ninja Training (A Crash Course)

Falin - Drawing Dragons (and Other Fantasy Creatures)

Chilchuk - Rating Your Cosplays (Not for the faint of heart!)

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi group #laois dungeon meshi #laois touden #senshi #izutsumi #laois #chilchuck #chilchuk tims #marcielle #falin touden #falin dungeon meshi #chimera falin #dunmeshi falin #dunmeshi

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bambiesfics · 11 months

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do u have any headcanons for loser ellie? <3

Sorry if these arent as yummy, I just woke up and I’m so eepy. But these are what I could think up <3 This is such a random collection of thoughts but!

- I think Ellie has a red Coca-Cola themed mini fridge in her room where she stores monster energy drinks and her elf bars so they pull cool when she smokes them.

- She has a vision of -2.00 in one eye and -2.50 in the other eye, but hates putting on her glasses because she’s afraid it makes her look nerdier than she already is.

- She doesn’t use conditioner, only shampoo. And when girls at school flirt with her and ask how her hair is so soft she just tugs on a tiny lock of it and awkwardly tries to avoid eye contact. “Uh-I uh…I dunno. Do you think it’s soft?”

- She falls in love fast, and hard. An absolute master at obsessing over someone so much so that thinking about her crush at night time has been her favorite mechanism to fall asleep at since she was in middle school.

- She owns like 4 pairs of converses and only one pair of doc martens. She still winces thinking about the amount she spent on those. She’s had the same shoe size since she was in middle school so all her converses are beat up.

- Her preferred method of masturbating is angrily fingering herself and she usually does it with a pillow over her head. She’s always pissed after, she doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s because of the sudden dopamine drop from her nut. Or maybe it’s because she’s tired of imagining fucking the same girls she can’t have & who will never want her back. There’s only so many times she can imagine eating a pretty girl’s butt until they squirt on her glasses before she starts getting pissed that it isn’t actually happening, mid-masturbation sesh. She grinds her g-spot until she cums, lazily rinses her hands, and just lies face down on her pillow in a stiff plank position.

- She listens to 40 year old dad rock the most. Think Aerosmith, Depeche mode, Papa roach, Deftones (she has a complex about that) and Alice in Chains. She’d slowly built up a collection of her most loved songs since she was 12 years old. So all her favourite bands and artists are a collection of music she holds near and dear to her heart. Don’t don’t even try it though, it doesn’t matter if you listen to those bands too, you cannot suggest one North American song to Ellie that she hasn’t already heard of. She’ll always know more music than you, even though her Spotify music obscurity rating is like top 6%

- She oddly knows more pop songs than you too. Even though she doesn’t listen to them nearly as much.

- She has slight ringing in her left ear from how loud she usually blasts her headphones at night. Sometimes when the noise really pisses her off, she leaps off her bed and loads up her playstation instead. Which then lead to 10am’s the very next day where her eye bags are a deep purple and she walks through the halls like a freckled ghoul.

- she uses the broken skateboard she used to skate when she was 17, as decoration in the corner for her room.

- she has 17 Etsy bookmarks saved from different tarot love spell practitioners. One time she dm’d one and just went into very scary explicit detail about how she wanted you to notice her, where the scene would be, what she’d be wearing, the first time you’d let her give you head, the fact that you’d be ovulating (that one was really important), and what type of pregnancy cravings you’d have when the inevitable happened and she married you (you weirdly had cravings for her current fav snacks: snickers and carton almond milk).

- she also knows she’s a loser. Scarily self aware girl.

- One time her and her counsellor just stared at each other, and blinked back and forth the entire sesh.

#💒 bambie x reader!#heeeeheee. Ellie <3 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #Ellie Williams #ellie williams smut

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cocogum · 7 months

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Let’s talk about episodes 7 and 8….

(‼️SEASON 4 SPOILERS‼️)

Oh boy.

We got a lot to unpack.

We start with when we last finished off in episode 6.

Eva properly gets to speak with her father Madagaskan while the others are right behind her, listening intently to them.

AND MY GOD THE EXPOSITION WAS SO GOOD.

(Good for us, not for Eva tho lol)

The fact that she and Cleophee come from the most infamous assassin’s guild is WILD. You’re telling me that its members are so good at what they do that the rulers of the world buy their offers as fast as possible cuz they’re scared that the guild could ruin them if they go to the opposite team?? That just SCREAMS how important and secretive they are!! (plus we also saw a glimpse of what one of them, freaking Madagaskan, was able to do with just rocks). But it does explain why Eva has such a good eye for combat. I can also see where Cleophee takes her hair from too. From what Madagaskan has said about Eva personally, she looks identical to her mother. (I already headcanon that Cleophee took her looks from her dad instead 🥰).

But what surprised me even more was Flopin’s decision to follow Madagaskan. Not only did he want to get taught by him, but he willingly SNEAKED OUT OF THE DAMN HOUSE to go to him!

Also, can I just say how nice it is to see what Elely and Flopin’s bedrooms looked like? I love how we got a good shot of each of their rooms, it completely encapsulates their personalities and how opposite they are to each other!

Just look at how Flopin’s room looks very organized, his books are properly in their places on the bookshelves, and the amount of papers he has. Even his bed was made and you can see how he has a map of the World of Twelve plastered on the wall just on top of his desk.

Whereas with Elely, her room is completely messy, pillows and clothes are lying around the floor on the left side of the room, her bed is not made, she has a giant tapestry on her wall, some boxing equipment like her gloves and a punching bag (which she drew Poo on it lol that’s a nice detail).

But Flopin did have a point when he talked to his grandpa. We all knew he was a loser cuz Elely and Pin were doing their own thing. I mean do you remember how exhausting it was to keep seeing Elely having so much spotlight back in season 3? My girl is awesome and all but let her breathe for a second damn.

I’m glad Flopin chose that route for himself even though it was a bit of a surprise to see him want to follow Madagaskan now.

Ngl he lists out very valid points that even we were thinking about. It just shows that Flopin is very much self-aware of his position in the family and how this makes him look. I had a feeling Flopin would have his own arc but I didn’t think he’d separate himself from his family to have one! Good for him tho but still…

This means he won’t see Elely for a long time and Pin wouldn’t get to know him as much as the rest of the Percedal family….

But at least he’ll have his grandpa 😭😭

*Meanwhile with Ruel*

“HELPING FOSTER CHILDREN IN NEED?!?? 😱😱😱 HELL NAH NOT ON MY WATCH 😡😡😡”

I can’t with this old ass man sometimes I swear 😭😭😭

I just really loved the exposition on Nora’s part where she revealed to Yugo, Adamaï, and Qilby why and how she came to rescue their mother. The colors and the style of it all were so gorgeous and mesmerizing to stare at and it made so much sense. I also noticed how in her explanation, Nora mentioned that it was Efrim who had a special connection to the Eliatrope goddess instead of her like how it was revealed to be the case in the Wakfu volume 4 manga and the Islands of wakfu game. I assumed that Ankama retconned that tiny detail too.

LESBIAN QUEENS ‼️LESBIAN QUEENS‼️LESBIAN QUEENS‼️ LESBIAN QUEENS‼️LESBIAN QUEENS ‼️

I just love how realistic all the rulers’ answers have been so far. They’re all skeptical of Yugo and his family and I don’t blame them for thinking like that. It doesn’t matter how kind and helpful Yugo can be to them. As Aurora said, everything about this is too coincidental which is how Armand concluded that there could be a traitor in Yugo’s group. Again, I don’t blame him for saying that since he just got told by Yugo that the portals from the Sadida kingdom and Albuera have a portal, leading to the necrome world, that looks a lot like an eliatrope one.

And of course, Yugo doesn’t hesitate to blame Qilby and already jumps to conclusions way too fast, immediately thinking he’s the traitor since he knows he’s the type to hop from planet to planet, not caring what happens to the places he went to just as long as he got to study them.

I love this man so much 💕💕✨

But if Yugo actually took a second to process the information, he would know that there was clearly something wrong with his accusation. Because how and where would Qilby have the energy and especially the time for all that? Yugo is completely aware that Qilby got freed by their mother and Nora not a very long time ago. If I had to assume when he was freed, I’d have to say just a bit earlier when Yugo and the others were still in Oropo’s dimension.

Not only that, but since he got freed not too long ago AND was being carefully monitored by Nora, then there was no chance he could have been the traitor. He just got out of the White Dimension (again) so he’d be drained of energy and didn’t have the eliatrope dofus and the Eliacube.

But a very important thing to note here is that Qilby was also joining Nora and the small eliatropes on the missions his mother would send them in which clearly implies that he’s not done with this world yet (he could have been participating only because he was looking for the eliatrope dofus at the time when Adamaï didn’t find them first but if that was the case, then he wouldn’t have stayed and help to fend off against the necromes since he doesn’t like it when other beings pursue him and his people without, ironically, knowing where they are).

With all these in mind, it's safe to say that Yugo’s anger towards Qilby is based on personal issues.

Their fight in the sky was so well choreographed that I just loved every single second of it and how none of their poses were recycled 💖

If I see this shit in the streets you bet ur ass I’m shitting myself.

Also,

Ankama left us with a cute little gift so unexpectedly that it made me bash my keyboard at the wall. 🥰🥰

This shot was pulled out of nowhere that it made my heart drop to my feet.

This is the living embodiment of what Yugo’s sleep paralysis demon looks like 💀

One thing’s for sure though.

I’m not ready for the next episode my stomach keeps giving me constipation symptoms just thinking about it.

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22 + chalex for the prompt thing! 🫶🏻

22. hug

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 1: So. I am fucked. Surprise though! So you can stop all the tears — talking about you, Commander, the softy that you are - I am alive.]

—

Two weeks after NASA has declared Alex Albon dead and left on Mars, Charles writes to George. He sends it to Sebastian and makes him swear to get it to Lewis in the crew’s next info dump, who will give it to George.

He tells him about how Alex’s plants are doing, and about his shifts at the hospital, how he’s on night work now, with the shifts rotating over. He tells him about going to the beach and just standing there for hours, staring out at the water, until he could no longer feel his face from the cold. He tells that he’s more or less sleeping, that he’s going to work, that he’s eating. He tells him that he hopes they’re keeping safe and that he loves him.

He doesn’t talk about Alex. He doesn’t tell George he doesn’t blame him. He knows he’ll know. That he won’t need Charles to write the words.

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 2: I think I've got this actually. Ignore yesterday. Getting stranded on Mars kinda messes with your head. I've got a plan and I'm feeling good about it! ]

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 2: Update. I do not got this. If I die, Charles, I demand a mourning period of at least eighty-three years. Please bury me under some nice flowers. Blue if you can.]

—

“Come back to me,” Charles says, arms tight around Alex’s neck, mouth pressed under his ear. He smells of shampoo and asphalt. His bony elbows are digging into Charles’s back.

“I’m going to make Mars my bitch,” Alex says, grinning, and Charles shoves him away with a laugh.

Alex catches his wrist with a warm hand. His palm is dry and calloused. “Charlie,” he starts, low and careful. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“Yeah.” Charles’s voice cracks. He tries again. “Yes, I know, of course, of course. Me too.”

Alex smiles, and it’s wonderful. Charles memorises the shape of it.

Down the line, with his back to the hoard of cameras, Commander Lewis Hamilton is pressing his mouth against his husband’s knuckles. Both of their eyes are closed.

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 54]: Did you know that if you grow something somewhere that you've then colonised it? So, like, now that I've got my potatoes going does that mean I now own Mars? A win for the gays and the losers, motherfuckers!]

—

Toto swivels in his chair and looks out of the window to the sky beyond. Night is slipping in.

"What is it like?" he wonders. “Stuck up there. Alone. He does not know we know. What does that do?"

He looks at Niki. "I wonder what he is thinking right now."

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 61: How come Aquaman can control whales. They're mammals! Makes no sense.]

—

Some days, when he hasn’t had much sleep and the air warps and curls over on itself with heat, he sees Charles.

He’ll only ever be far off in the distance — too far for Alex to even see the details of his face, let alone touch him. He’d know the shape of those shoulders anywhere.

Alex waves to him sometimes. This dark blur on the horizon that just stands there and watches. He never waves back. The sun on Mars is unforgiving.

Alex wonders if he’s moisturising his hands. The latex exam gloves he has to wear for work always dry out his skin.

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 76: I'm going to have to science the shit out of this. George, please don't use this as porn. I know how hot and bothered you get about me being all smart and sexy.]

—

George has, like, every sitcom ever downloaded in his personal storage. Alex works his way through them all. If he never hears another laugh track in his life he’d die happy.

Lewis’s music list is jam packed full of different genres. There is a surprising amount of The Beatles in there. Alex wouldn’t have guessed he was a fan of them.

Alex decides the music Lewis had made himself, all chords and notes and little words, is some of his favourites. It can be hard hearing other people speak at you and not being able to talk back.

Every book Valtteri had downloaded is in Finnish. Alex thinks he probably should’ve guessed that would be the case.

It turns out Finnish is very hard to learn, especially when the only words you’ve picked up are swears that you’ve heard Valtteri muttering under his breath before media duties.

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 206: Finally got into contact with NASA because I am that bitch and I will be damned if I die here, and that is a promise. They won’t stop telling me what to do now though, so, like, it’s a give and take, I guess.]

—

The first thing Charles notices about Alex is that he has freckles all over his face but especially across his nose and cheeks. This feels very important.

The second thing he notices is that he is tall and his wrists are bony. Charles eyes the strip of skin where his MATHS IS SEXY top rides up. There is an equally tall man sitting in the booth beside him with a shirt that reads: NO ITS NOT.

The third thing he notices is that he is extremely drunk. His cheeks are flushed and he’s half falling over the table as he tries to explain something while laughing.

Charles probably falls in love right there if he’s being honest, even if he never gets the courage to go up and talk to him. Alex is the one who says hi, weeks later, asking him if he wants to play pool.

Charles doesn’t know how to play pool. He says yes anyway because he thinks it might make Alex smile. It does.

He keeps saying yes and Alex keeps smiling. They move together after college graduation.

Charles is coming off a double shift and he can’t feel his feet when Sebastian shows up to give him a ride home. He makes him tea when they get in. It’s a blend of something herbal and sweet like honey.

Sebastian tells him Alex is still alive as Charles breathes in the steam. He tells him that they left him behind on Mars. That it was an accident. That they’re figuring out how to get him home.

Alex is alive, Charles thinks. I’ll get to see Alex smile again, Charles thinks, and promptly bursts into tears.

—

[08:47] BUTTON: Good, keep us posted on any mechanical or electrical problems. By the way, the name of the probe we're sending you is Iris. You know, the one who rode the waves of heaven using the wind. I think she's also the chick with the rainbows.

[08:49] ALBON: Gay probe coming to save me. Got it.

—

I’m so glad it’s not me stuck up there, the navigational assistant tells him. He was the one who discovered Alex was still alive in the first place. He tells him he noticed the MAV moving. His name is Yuki.

Alex thinks he’s going to say he’d miss people or fresh fruit or Netflix or sex or something. Alex hasn’t had a mango in so long. He hasn’t had a blowjob in even longer. Some days he isn’t sure which is worse.

Yuki is very very funny.

Can you imagine only eating potatoes, he tells Alex. I would rather die dead and alone. And then: though I guess you would not have to imagine.

And then: the eating potatoes bit. sorry. you haven’t done the other one yet.

Alex laughs so much he rebreaks a only barely healed rib and NASA yells at them both. His calcium levels are very low.

—

[21:27] BUTTON: How are the crops affecting that number? As to your question: We haven't told the crew you're alive yet. We wanted them to concentrate on their own mission.

[21:30] ALBON: The crops are potatoes. I got them from the ones we were supposed to eat for Christmas. They're doing great but the available farmland isn't sustainable. I'll run out of food around SOL 900. Also. Fucking tell the crew I'm alive???? What the fuck is wrong with you????

[21:31] BUTTON: SOL 900 is great news. That'll give us time to get a supply mission to you. And I’ve been told to tell you to watch your language. Everything you type is being broadcasted around the world.

[21:32] ALBON: Look! A pair of boobs - > ( . Y . )

—

Dear Alex: Apparently, NASA is letting us talk to you now. And I drew the short straw. Sorry we left you behind on Mars.

But we just don't like you. You're sort of annoying. And you shed hair everywhere.

Also, it's a lot roomier on the Hermes without you. We have to take turns doing your tasks. But, I mean, it's only botany. It's not a real science.

How's Mars?

— George.

—

Alex stares up at the plain white ceiling of the HAB. The wind roars and rages outside and the Level Threw sandstorm shakes the walls. It holds. It always holds.

When he makes the journey to find the HAB of the HERMES TWO, he’ll be technically crossing international waters without any explicit permission from a governmental body. That makes him a pirate.

I’m going home, Alex thinks. And then: I can’t wait to tell Charlie that he’s married to a bad boy.

Alex runs a hand over his face. He’s even gotten the beard to go with it.

—

Dear George: Mars is fine. When I get lonely I think of that steamy night I spent with your mum.

How are things on Hermes? Cramped and claustrophobic? Yesterday I went outside and looked at the horizons. They really do go on forever.

— Alex.

—

"Thing is," Alex scrambles to say, mouth dry and sore. "I'm selfish. I want all the memorials back home to be just about me. I don't want the rest of you losers in any of them. I can't let you guys blow the VAL. Also, I'm the only one who is allowed to make Charlie cry. Them's the rules."

"Oh," Lewis says. "Well, I mean, if you won't let us — wait. Wait a minute, I think I see something on my shoulder patch here. Oh, right, yeah, it says I'm the Commander. So, you know, what I say goes. Shut the fuck up and sit tight. We're coming to get you."

Alex swallows — or tries to at least. His whole body aches. He thinks he broke a rib, or two. Or three. He wants to cry.

"Copy that, sir."

"We've got you, man." Lewis's voice is warm. Alex doesn't have to imagine his smile anymore. He's going to get to see it very soon.

—

Alex is all bone and mouth when Charles gets to see him again. He has lost so many of his freckles. He hugs him close, pressing his thumbs into the hinge of Alex's jaw. Alex bows and curls over him and Charles doesn't let either of them fall.

He tastes vaguely of salt and snot when Charles kisses him. Charles is crying.

Alex is smiling when he pulls away, arms tight around Charles' back. "Look at your face," he says softly. He's talking to himself.

"I'm here," Charles replies, louder than necessary. Alex blinks at him and his smile, impossibly, gets even bigger. Charles's stomach squirms.

"You're a mess," Alex teases him, running a hand through Charles' hair. Charles doesn't say anything about how his hands shake.

“You should stay here and take care of me then,” Charles says, and Alex closes his eyes, smushing his nose hard into the skull of Charles’s forehead. Charles digs his nails in.

Fuck you, Mars, Charles. Fuck you.

#i hope u like ! sorry it took so long ahajsjsksk writing is like pulling teeth recently #chalex #alex/charles #little fics #lourdes tag #the martian au #f1 rpf

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pinkxlicious · 1 year

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Yule Ball

Part 2

Draco Malfloy

*Doesn't follow timeline*

Words: 2,017

'''

The first day of Draco's 6th year had just started. New classmates, new students, same teachers. But new students meant new blood, and new blood meant new victims. As Draco scanned the Great Hall for any unfamiliar faces, new faces to pick on... His thoughts were quickly interrupted by Dumbledore's voice from his wooden podium.

"Welcome, new and old students! This year, we have an abnormal amount of new students, of course this is not a bad thing. I am very excited to learn about every new student, I expect all students who have been here before to help guide our new scholars. I wish you all an exciting year... Now let the feast begin!" Dumbledore said with a chuckle, the old man waddled back to his seat with a satisfied smile.

"Disgusting..." Blaise mumbled under his breath, "Have you heard? We're probably all going to be separated due to the amount of transfer students and new coming students. Our classes are all gonna be filled with newbies."

Theo and Draco scowled at the thought.

"Imagine having to be some insufferable freak's personal guide because they can't find the toilets," Draco scoffed as Blaise chuckled.

"This is even worse, new students AND confused first years. The amount of questions we will be asked..." Blaise groaned in annoyance, "I hope my potions partner won't be some incompetent newbie."

Draco scoffed,

"At this point I'm just hoping for a random that's been going to Hogwarts. I'm not in the mood to be someone's tutor," Draco held his head up high with disgust at the thought of having to walk through every single step of a potion with a confused newcomer.

"Personally, Potter sounds like a good potions partner right now," Theo joked,

"You've gone mad,"

'''

Draco was overwhelmed by the amount of students in the hall. Yes, it was usually crowded, but this was different. New students flooded the halls, millions of voices asking for directions. Draco prayed for a tablemate that wasn't a new stupid student.

When Draco reached the potions classroom, he was nearly five minutes late. But he wasn't even the last one to make it into the class. At least half of the class was missing due to the hall traffic. Professor Snape looked annoyed, but he understood why half of his students were missing.

"We should've sent the rest of the student body to the bottom of the Black Lake," Snape grumbled under his breath as five new students rushed into the room. Stress painted on their face as they ambushed Snape with gushing apologies, hoping to make a good impression. Snape felt a migraine coming as he yelled at them to get to their seats.

Draco snickered and checked the seating chart. He suddenly felt his body freeze, an unfamiliar name was written in ink right next to his name. His head rose and turned to his table, and he suddenly released a breath of relief. He hadn't recognized the name, but he knew the face... a little too well.

He had seen this face in the hall, he had only gotten quick glimpses of her. But he had a slight hallway crush on her. He knew nothing about the details about her, the only part of her that he knew was her face. He knew nothing about what house she was in, her name, her friends, nothing. He glanced down, hoping to see a Slytherin uniform, but his hopes were quickly crushed by a black and yellow tie and Hufflepuff crest.

She was speaking quietly to Harry Potter, which instantly made his blood boil. His mind searched for possibilities for why she would be speaking to such a lame loser. He walked to the table confidently and placed his items down on the table with a loud slap. She barely flinched and ignored him, but Harry didn't.

"Quit your staring, Potter, or I'll knock your teeth out," Draco snapped in annoyance, as Harry began to retort Snape slammed his hands on his table and the classroom went silent.

"You will be doing textbook reading and you will fill out this 50 question paper about the polyjuice potion. If you do not finish it by the end of class, its homework," Snape said lazily, already exhausted from the start of the day.

"Who even are you," Draco said, masking his curiosity with annoyance and disgust.

"I'm Y/n L/n. And you are?..."

Draco scoffed,

"Draco Malfloy, do you not know?"

"No I don't" She replied simply, and just as she began to open her textbook, Draco slammed it down.

"Well I've never seen you before," Draco taunted, "you're just another Hufflepuff nobody, is that right?"

"Yes, I suppose I am," She said, attempting to take back her textbook, but Draco kept his hand firm on the back of the book, keeping it in place. "What's your issue?"

"My issue is that I'm paired with a filthy mudblood Hufflepuff nobody. I deserve a better potion's partner, I need someone who can actually read." Draco sneered, silently regretting his harsh words. But there was no going back with his 'bad boy' facade. It would be so pathetic of him to suddenly apologize for his behavior. He was Draco Malfloy! He never apologized to anyone, and she is no different, so she didn't deserve any special treatment.

"Okay, then take that up with Professor Snape. I didn't choose the seats, therefore it is NOT my fault," She grew irritated by his insults, although she tried to calm herself down. Not wanting to let him have the satisfaction of her reaction.

"Well yo-"

"SILENCE," Snape boomed, "If either one of you two utter a SINGLE word again its detention for the whole week. I have enough of this bickering and it is ONLY the first day."

She glared angrily at Draco and shoved his hand away from her textbook and began working. The presence of her hand lingered on Draco's hand as he attempted to hide the butterflies dancing in his stomach. He decided that he would try to get her attention, he liked seeing her mad, and he just wanted to look at her.

He kicked her leg and her breath hitched slightly,

"Hey" Draco whispered, "Hey!"

"What?!"

"Give me a pencil,"

"No,"

"Wh-"

"DETENTION," Snape roared, she side eyed him with anger.

"Now look at what you've done," She tugged on her tie, "I literally hate you."

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Draco? Draco!" Blaise waved his hand in front of his face as Draco flinched,

"What?" He snapped, his train of thought was suddenly lost.

"You've been staring at that girl for like five minutes. Kind of creepy, eh?" Blaise snickered as Draco swatted his hand from his face.

"I have not, I don't even know who you're talking about,"

"Y/n L/n? Literally the finest girl in Hogwarts? How have you NOT heard of her, half the student body asked her to the Yule ball already. I heard shes considering going with that one Durmstrang dude," Theo butted in,

"Victor Krum?" Blaise asked, Draco's face nearly dropped as his veins exploded with jealousy.

"No not him, some other kid, he goes to Durmstrang but hes not Krum," Theo explained, "I heard Harry Potter was asking her in potions today."

Draco let out a breath, proud of himself that he interrupted their conversation earlier before class started.

"Are you gonna ask her out, Draco?" Blaise asked smugly as he watched his friend's face.

"I- no, why would I?" Draco said scoffing, "I already argued with her in potions, why would I switch up so suddenly."

"Sure, acting like you weren't just drooling over her five seconds ago,"

"Shut up you prick,"

'''

Later that night in detention, the two were furiously scrubbing the already dirty cauldrons.

"This is all your fault," Draco scoffed angrily, as her eyes widened with disbelief.

"How are you blaming this on me? You kept on bothering me, of course we got detention. You can't keep a hold of yourself," She snapped back,

"If you had just given me a pencil instead of arguing with me, none of this would've happened," Draco said flatly, secretly enjoying talking (arguing) with her.

"Why would I give you a pencil if you started your first impression by being rude to me,"

"Oh please, I was doing you a favor by waving away that Potter fellow for you," Draco said smugly as she shook her head.

"You're ridiculous, and have you not forgotten about how you insulted me like five times," She looked at him, "What did I even do to you? I know you're a bitch but I've literally never spoken to you in my entire life."

Draco was slightly caught off guard, he didn't have an answer. What was he supposed to say? 'I'm only mean to you because I'm too afraid to be nice to you and let my guard down.' Absolutely not.

"Your presence annoys me,"

"That's real sweet, Malfloy,"

"Thank you, love,"

She stared at him for a second before brushing off the nickname, ignoring the fact that made her heart increase it's speed.

'''

As the sky darkened so did the classroom, the two were nearing the last few cauldrons as they were nearing their last straws with each other.

"I can't stand you! You're so stuck up and I don't understand how you have a whole dog pack following you everywhere!?" Y/n shouted as he yelled back.

"Oh I'm insufferable? Look at you! You're so obsessed with being nice and good to people, do you know how lame that is? You're such an insufferable love bug Hufflepuff," Draco sneered,

"Is that supposed to offend me? You spend your free time bullying people! Who's the pathetic one now?" She shot back as she threw down the dirty sponge, she finally finished her last cauldron as did Draco. She began to stand up but Draco snatched her wrist and stood up with her. He got close to her.

"This isn't over mudblood," he hissed as she kept the eye contact,

"You think I'm scared of you? I'm not even muggleborn, you have no idea what you're talking about," She whispered, the tension in the room was thick as the two stayed in the close contact position before she backed away.

"Aw, you couldn't handle a simple staring contest?" Draco taunted, pouting his lips in mockery.

"Ugh, you're so immature. I truly despise you," She said irritatingly as she slammed the door on her way out.

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For the next few evenings, the two spent hours cleaning dirty cauldrons and potion bottles. Y/n had gotten used to his stupid comments and insults. She just tuned him out as he grew annoyed at the fact that he wasn't getting a reaction from her anymore.

"Hello?? Can you even hear me?" Draco asked annoyed,

"Yes I can hear you," She mumbled,

"I asked you a question," Draco said as he rolled his eyes,

"And what was that?"

"I asked if you were going to the Yule ball,"

Her head perked up,

"Yes, I am. Are you?" She asked curiously,

"Uh, yeah," he coughed, "Are you going with anyone?"

"Yeah, why are you asking?" she said cocking her head to the side, unsure where the conversation was going.

"Just making conversation," He grumbled, disappointed by his response. "I haven't really talked to anyone other than you for the past few days, so I figured I would make conversation before I went insane from boredom."

"Hm, are you going with anyone?"

"Typically, I don't but I'm going with Pansy Parkinson. She wouldn't lay off unless I said yes," He said annoyed, "She's so insufferable, even worse than you."

"You're so snarky," She responded, "Pansy's pretty, do you know what you're gonna wear?"

"Just a tux, who are you going with?" He asked disinterested, waiting for a name of some lame nobody.

"Well, it was a hard decision-"

"Why, you have so many suitors?" Draco scoffed,

"Yes, I actually do, jealous?" she teased, smiling a bit.

"Never, just tell me who it is,"

"You were the one who interrupted! Whatever, I'm going with Blaise Zabini, he's real charming. I don't know why I haven't noticed him before," she said as Draco's eyes widened.

"Blaise?" He said, taken aback, "He's one of my friends, I didn't know he was into you."

"I didn't either, I didn't even know he knew I existed,"

"Should've stayed that way," Draco huffed, growing jealous and a bit angry. He was going to have a talk with Blaise later.

#draco x you #draco malfoy #draco imagine #draco lucius malfoy #slytherpuff #slytherin #hogwarts #harry potter #oneshots #xreader #hufflepuff #harrypotter #blaise zabini #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #draco x y/n #draco x reader #victor krum #yule ball

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moonferry · 2 months

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FSIOY CHAPTER 4!!!

omg hey i'm literally frothing at the mouth. two chapter updates back to back? what's going on with me. anyway. this one was so fun to write. i love making kent a loser loverboy. this one is a bit short but ITS OKAY. also i highly recommend listening to stargazing by myles smith while u read bc that song has been stuck in my head all week and it may have inspired me.

word count: 1193

chapter summary: kent and jodi spend the last week of kent's "freedom" together. kent realizes he REALLY enjoys spending time with jodi and eventually decides to confess.

warnings: none!

ao3 link: here

other chapters: chapter masterlist

April 19XX, Midtown Zuzu City – Middle of the War | Two Days Until Deployment.

The past few days had been great – the two spent entire evenings running around the city and doing tasks on Kent’s “bucket list” (he wasn’t sure he had a bucket list until they started this adventure, to be honest). It helped ease his mind, even if it was just a small amount. He was extremely grateful to Jodi and her willingness to help him. She was such a great friend and that was the problem.

Spending time with Jodi and getting to know her - to really know her - made Kent realize something else: he was definitely feeling something for her. He also knew that his time was running out: he had to say something or he may never get the chance again.

The two were currently sprawled out on a blanket on the only piece of grass in the entire city, looking up at the stars and pointing out what shapes they saw. Half the constellations Kent named were most definitely fake, but Jodi didn’t seem to notice the difference.

Kent glanced over at her – she was just as beautiful as always, her hair neatly braided and draped over her shoulder. For some reason he couldn’t quite place, Kent found himself staring at her more than the sky and noticing the smallest of details: how the moonlight bounced off of her cheeks and made her blue eyes appear luminous, how the stray ends of her hair (the ones too small to be braided) curled in small wisps around her face, how she watched the sky with such an intensity - as if she thought that if she hoped hard enough, she might be able to join the stars - it all made his head spin.

When he spent time with Jodi, it was as if the universe quieted and the outside world no longer existed. It was just him and her, alone in the peacefulness of this moment. But he knew it wouldn’t last. Nothing ever did. Kent tried his best to close his eyes and truly soak in every second. Even if nothing lasts forever, physically, he would carry a small part of it inside of him for the rest of his life. He just hoped “the rest of his life” didn’t mean a year or two tops.

Jodi pointed towards another constellation and mentioned how it looked like a sheep. She turned her head to see if Kent noticed it and was surprised to see him staring at her instead of the sky. It caused a light dusting of pink to spread across her cheeks. For once, she was thankful for the darkness of night and hoped that Kent couldn’t see the change in her complexion.

“Why are you staring at me? You’re missing all the beautiful stars,” Jodi teased with a laugh, reaching over the playfully shove Kent’s face towards the sky.

“Sorry,” Kent mumbled, a small smile forming on his lips as he glanced upward. This week had made him more impulsive than usual. He thought for a moment, biting his lower lip as he debated how to say his next words. Eventually, he just shrugged his shoulders slightly and murmured beneath his breath, “You’re beautiful, too.”

“Did you say something?” Jodi asked, glancing over as her face contorted itself into an expression of confusion. She raised an eyebrow before shaking her head. Kent had yet to respond, so maybe it was just the wind. It was an unusually windy night, so it's possible.

Kent took a deep breath before nodding. “I said ‘you’re beautiful’,” He replied sheepishly, feeling the familiar heat return to his cheeks. It always seemed to show up eventually, especially when he was around Jodi. He gave an awkward chuckle before adding, “You know, like the stars…”

“That’s sweet,” Jodi replied with a small smile. For some reason, Kent’s comment made her blush deeper and she had to turn away from him out of embarrassment. She couldn’t place why she was getting so flustered or why she cared what he thought in the first place. Besides, they’ve been friends for months and nothing seemed off, so why was this moment different? Maybe it was the tenderness of it or the sincerity in Kent’s voice or the soft expression on his face. Maybe Jodi wasn’t used to being friends with someone like Kent. She wasn’t sure.

Kent noticed Jodi had turned away and let out a small sigh of disappointment. He glanced back at the sky and silently scolded himself for making things awkward. Stupid, he thought to himself, that was stupid. Despite this, though, Kent couldn’t seem to quiet his mind - which was currently screaming “Jodi” over and over, as if she was all he could think about.

“Hey, Jodi?” Kent asked, once again turning to face the girl next to him.

“Mhm?” She replied, glancing over at Kent. She had a soft smile on her face and seemed to have forgotten the awkward encounter already. That was good, except Kent was about to make it awkward once again.

Kent gulped. Was he seriously about to tell her this? He thought about the state of his life right now - the pressure of deployment getting closer to tightening around his neck. He decided, like many things in his life now, he didn’t seem to have a choice. Besides, if he didn’t do this, a part of him would always be wondering what would’ve happened. He didn’t want to die with a bunch of “what ifs,” that’s what this week was about, anyway. He sighed to himself before nodding. It was time. Before he could talk himself out of it, Kent took a deep breath and began speaking, “Jodi, I like being around you.”

“I like being around you too, Kent. You’re the closest friend I have,” Jodi replied, tilting her head in confusion.

“No, you don’t understand,” Kent started, fidgeting with his hands as he readied himself for what he was planning to say next, “I like being around you. I like you.. LIke really like you. You’re so amazing and funny and I love everything you do when you think no one’s watching or that no one notices. Like how you run your hands across the fabric of your skirt when you’re nervous or how you hide your mouth behind your hand when you laugh. Or how you’re so effortlessly beautiful it makes it hard to focus when I’m around you.”

“What are you saying?” Jodi asked, pushing herself into a sitting position. She looked at Kent skeptically, a small amount of concern seeping into her features.

Kent’s eyes darted across her face and he felt his breath hitch in his throat. There she goes again - causing his head to spin with a simple glance. His heart felt like it was doing jumping jacks in his chest. He placed a hand on his chest, hoping that Jodi couldn’t hear the roar of his pulse. He pushed himself into a sitting position and scooted slightly closer to Jodi, their faces only a few inches away from each other.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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jayessar · 1 year

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Instead of fully being an annoying boomer loser who isn't happy about the new things, I'll make some sort of a masterpost about cool JSR and JSRF information sources and other neat thingies. Probably will be updated if i find anything else worth including.

So, first of all:

•Official websites for JSR and JSRF. JSRF website has an English version, but it's barely archived and doesn't have much information on it anyway. JSR one is really awesome though, a lot of cool tidbits, character bios(they include one new trivia for some characters ) and game tips!!

•A whole bunch of guidebooks, meaning JSR Perfect Guide, JSRF Perfect Guidebook and the JGR Sybex's Official Strategies & Secrets . Only one of them is in English, but they're still useful for maps and Graffiti Soul collecting. If you can read these then even better lol. Keep in mind, that the JSR Perfect Guide only covers the original Japanese release, which is different from the later one's.

• Sexy as hell manuals for JGR, De La JSR, JSR for GBA and JSRF. Always good to know about these.

•The JSR and JSRF articles on Sega Retro. You probably noticed me linking them for the manuals and whatnot. If you want to find out stuff about these games, this is second best source for it (first one is playing the games lol). But it has some weird statements like saying that Beat is the leader of the GGs, even though it doesn't make any logical sense, and claiming that JSRF is a sequel game, but then also saying that it's not in the actual JSRF article.

It's probably the obvious thing that could've been noted, so now to less obvious one's.

• Jet Set Radio Wiki. Okay, this website had a bad reputation and all and was filled with creepy comments and lies, now it's all good. I swear. New admin didn't just remove all the misinformation, but also regularly writes new articles! Like how we have Ollie King related pages there now(while it's a different game, making a separate wiki for it would be kind of an overkill so it's there). Anyways yeah, it's good now. But still always check the sources! It's good to do no matter where you are.

While these little things suck, they're completely overshadowed by the sheer amount of fucking information included. Scans, art, documentation of which magazine had articles regarding the games and on which page AND EVERYTHING IS WITH SOURCES AND IMAGES. This is really strong and you'll be there for hours just staring in wonder at all this compiled info.

• JSR Archives. This is a community dedicated for archiving and categorising all the stuff JSR related. One of their members was the one who posted the Sybex guide on the internet.(whoahaaa they got a tumblr FOLLOW THEM!!)

• TCRF article on JGR. While this article wasn't updated in quite some time and is missing a whole bunch of stuff (like the leaked prototypes), it's still a very nice read.

• A whole bunch of prototypes. I included only those i consider noteworthy, if you wanna get the other's, they're there as well.

• JSRF Inside. A certified hood classic if we're talking about JSRF modding.

• Best source for JSRF speedrunning information.

• An extremely really detailed playthrough/guide of JSR. Includes cool trivia like regional differences and instructions for character unlocking.

• Less detailed, but still very useful video guide for unlocking all of the secret JSRF characters.

• Playlist of JSR/JSRF music, and anything related to them, like different remixes and stuff. Read the description for more details. It also has a link to a text document containing a lot of cool trivia about the artist featured in the games and other JSR related media.

• Video with all the dialogue and special interactions in JSRF.

• Kind of a joke entry, but also Hideki Naganuma's twitter account is worth checking out. Not his new tweets, but really old one's. In the past he was more involved with the fanbase and shared some neat trivia. Not related to him but one of the Castle Logical ppl confirmed that the lyrics in Mischievous Boy say "chameleon machine" and it fucks me up so much.

• This goofy ass official IGN guide for JSR. Why i didn't put it with the rest of the official guides? Well, the reason is that the writer for this thing, Aki, is a real silly goose and they decided to spice up some of the character descriptions. While these are probably based on some legitimate information, like Beat being from Fukuoka(which was confirmed by a Beat TUBBZ figurine of all things), you can't trust these due to its silliness. Like they gave DJ K a backstory, which just ruins his whole deal AND contradicts the game manual. They also consistently get the names for locations wrong. As a game guide it's pretty good?? You can use it. Just don't go around calling Gum a "brownface girl" after reading it.

That's everything i can remember so far, hope this helps.

#jet set radio #jet set radio future #game trivia #info

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nevada-wrytes · 1 year

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Chapter 5 - A Black Heart Laced with Neon Green Ribbons

Content Warnings: mentions of violence, cemeteries, and death

Link to the previous chapter and link to the next chapter

Part Two: Curses

There was only so long one could ignore a growing pile of “jobs” and “responsibilities” and “duties” before someone came in and pushed the stack over.

Raven was met with such a situation as he powered on the obsidian tablet that most citizens of the Underneath used to communicate (because cell phones, as they say, were for losers). Immediately, message upon message began popping up, most from annoyed clients who demanded a discount for late services. He ignored them all, even some warbled garbage sent by an unknown sender, but stopped when he got to one name in bold.

Boss (derogatory): Come see me.

A time and place were not specified, yet Raven knew exactly what it meant. He had no desire to go back to the Underworld, much less the City of the Dead, and he definitely did not want to meet with him.

With an weary sigh, Raven took a sip of his drink, finding comfort in the puffs of steam that curled out of the teacup.

Usually, cafés were uncomfortable places filled with too much noise and movement, but this one was nice. It was owned by an old friend, although she wouldn’t like to be called that, who took pride in preserving the ancient space as it had been a hundred years ago in the midst of the Roaring Twenties.

Raven liked the effect that the dark furniture and dim lighting cast, it felt both mysterious, edgy, and easy to disappear in. Among the swamping leather sofas and bursting bookshelves, he was just an ordinary guy enjoying a cup of tea. Maybe he’d pick up a book or put on a record. Life was simple, it didn't matter that Dahlia was dead. It didn’t matter that she was the fourth girl (along with two other guys) who’d met an untimely demise all because they decided to fall in love with the wrong person. Him.

Maybe it is a curse. Maybe he accidentally pissed off some deity and is unknowingly passing the misfortune on to some poor mortals. The fortune teller from before did seem especially ire with him...

Whatever. Now was not the time to genuflect. The glowing red text on the obsidian tablet in his lap provided an excellent distraction.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he muttered to the air as he stood up and dusted himself off. He stuck a wad of cash under his used saucer and turned to leave.

And was met with a very dirty, very prickly, broom to the face.

"Heyyyyyyyyy Margie," he casually said, emphasizing the nine Y’s at the end of ‘hey’ to prove his casualness.

The woman behind the broom, an older lady that looked like she was straight out of a boxing match, stared him down. She was taller than him, larger than him, and had biceps that looked like they bench pressed willowy teenage boys just like him.

If it wasn’t for the affectionate tilt of her mouth and the crow’s feet around her eyes she would have given even him a scare.

“Get the hell out of my café you rat." Although there was no real anger behind her words, Raven put his hands up, and backed away slowly.

“I mean no harm, Margi— I’m just stopping by— love what you’ve done with the place by the way.”

“Hmp.” Margi folded her huge biceps over her chest. “Am I s’posed to assume all of that’s true?”

“Ughhhhhh..”

Raven needed a way out of this conversation that contained the least amount of fists to his face. Luckily, Margi saved him the trouble of formulating some brain dead reply.

“What do you want.” A statement, not a question. “You know I don’t serve any criminals no more.”

Raven tried a laugh fit for a guilty man. “Criminal? Who— me? Pfftt..”

Margi gave him a Look.

“WELL ANYWAYS,” he began, as if being louder would erase the awkwardness of the subject, “ignore the details— do you, by any chance, still exchange demonic currency?”

៴

Like every other heartbroken teen, Raven had spent the past few days wallowing into tubs of lemon sorbet and Tinkerbell reruns. He didn’t actually cry, but just the thought of it was enough to make even the most waterproof mascara run.

However, just like any coming of age film, there has to be a point where enough is enough, where maybe the best friend comes in to pull the protagonist out of their moping by the hair and gets them to snap out of it. Unfortunately, Raven has to be his own best friend in this case, and pulling yourself together was much more difficult alone.

Regardless of if he enjoyed it or not, there was work that needed to be done, so he slapped on some kick-ass eyeliner and put on some kick-ass boots to go thlunking through the cemetery— because that was a normal thing to do.

Raven had a complicated relationship with cemeteries. He appreciated the lengths people would go to honor their loved ones, maintaining graves even generations later when there was no one left alive to remember the kind of person the body in the ground used to be, but grave sites also brought about a sort of stillness within him that he absolutely hated.

Even the air was calm, despite it being night and definitely much creepier when the corroded angel statues looked at you with weeping eyes. He felt like he could breathe again, for the first time since— Mother knows how long.

And if he could stay and recharge for hours, Raven felt, with no doubt, he would have enough will to charge into Hell itself and bring back Dahlia, and Rose, and Martin, and River…

Maybe he hated cemeteries because they reminded him of the people he lost. If he looked around, how many of the graves were there because of him?

His chunky boots slammed into the hard packed earth as he walked, a comforting thump in the silence. It had stopped raining ages ago, but the grass was still wet and now that the coolness of the night set in, condensation seemed to hang in the air like wet laundry strung out to dry.

The place was silent, not a rustle of wind or chirp from a cricket to break it up. That was why the voice boomed across the mossy gravestones like an uppercut.

"Oh my my! Don't we have a special guest here tonight!"

A young girl appeared out of the fog as if xe was a hallucination. She sat on top of a giant mausoleum in the center of the cemetery, swinging xer stockinged legs freely. They made hollow thumps when they hit the stone, giving the impression she was moreso a wooden doll come to life rather than a person.

And she did look like a doll, with a tiny figure and ruffled dress consisting of only the colors black and neon green. However, what xe lacked in intimidation factor, xe made up for by carrying a huge metal club that was also swinging at her feet.

Raven stepped closer, near enough to see her delicately painted face.

"Hello, Arcane. Still on gate duty I see."

The girl opened her mouth in what could have been a grin, if someone learned how to smile by listening to instructions of how to move your face muscles rather than seeing the real thing happen in person. Xer teeth were black as coal, and so was her tongue.

"Oh you would like that, wouldn’t you~” She started in a sing-songy voice, but then, after Raven raised a brow, xe cleared her throat, cheeks flushing.

“Nah, I'm just filling in for this Jack kid. Heard you were coming back and just couldn't wait to see ya."

She pushed off the building and dropped down next to him. Or.. not quite right next to him, because she was floating in the air a short, safe distance off, something that requires way too much energy just to remain on eye level with him.

Raven snorted, spirits and their vanities, and tossed her a sack of newly acquired gold.

Arcane snatched the gold out of the air before he had so much of a chance to blink, and began counting the coins. The next few moments were silent, other than the sharp click of metal being dropped back into the bag.

Although Raven really hated his job, one of the few benefits was learning how to read people— and finding a way to use that to his advantage.

Arcane was a wrathful entity— a spirit given flesh with the promises of cold revenge— or something else along those lines. What that meant was she had a passion, but unfortunately xe also had a big, big contract with some Guardian of Death in the way of that passion. So, the sooner she paid off xer debt, the faster she would be freed into the world to wreck as much havoc or despair as she so pleased.

And that, friends, is a very good bargaining chip.

“How many do you have patrolling the perimeter?” In less than a moment Raven had reclaimed her spot on top of a mausoleum as if it were his throne, forcing Arcane to turn quickly if xe didn’t want xer back to him. She looked stricken.

“What? How did you- how did you know that?” The wobble in her voice betrayed her as she clutched the sack of money to her chest like a shield.

Raven tilted his head. “You think I wouldn’t know? Come out, come out, wherever you are, demons.”

A shadow condensed in the corner, spitting out a humanoid beanpole who began frantically signing to Raven, some stuff about begging for mercy which was complete overkill since it’s not like he would actually kill any of them.

“Ah, just Neroli? I was expecting a bigger army for my visit.” He began signing too, now that he needed them both present in the conversation.

Raven didn’t know much about Neroli other than the fact he was some sort of low-tier entity like Arcane, but he did know that the two of them together had a special affinity that he so desperately needed.

"I want a quiet entrance into the Underneath, one that doesn’t appear on any radars, and I know you two can do it. I’m willing to pay handsomely, by the way.”

Arcane sniffed at the ‘handsomely’ part. Xe’d already counted the money and knew it was jack shit compared to what others would pay. That's why Raven was very much counting on his fear factor to get him what he wanted.

"Can't you already portal directly into the City-" Arcane began the accusation with an irritating huff, but was cut off by a warning nudge from Neroli.

The boy looked ready to lay his life on the line for Raven, probably as a thank you for not ending it so soon. (Again, Raven wasn’t going to, he needed them both alive, or, in whatever in-between state they were in currently.)

"Will you open the gate or not?" He forced his voice to sound terribly bored with this conversation, regardless if his entire body was screaming for them to say yes. If he wanted things to go smoothly in the City of the Dead he needed to get in (and hopefully out) quick.

Luckily, neither of them sensed the urgency, and after a private conversation, Arcane begrudgingly agreed.

"Fine, we will. But don’t spread the word that we can be bought for cheap, ya hear?"

Raven agreed with a polite smile, and once the deal was brokered, they all eased back into comfortable familiarity. Arcane switched back to her haughty personality and Neroli poked fun at xer whenever he got the chance. Raven, too, joined them as if they were old friends, enough to keep everyone laughing and chipper until he was through the gateway and in the bleak gray lands of the Underneath.

Tag list: @thebonecarver @victorfrankingstein @confused-as-all-hell @iambecomeyourvillain @brekkercookie @fallen-from-olympus @purpl-cryptid @reyyya @thecurlychameleon @naz-yalensky @thesexypanda-boo @kazoo-the-demjin @twelve-kinds-of-trouble @crime-mastergogo

#nevada writes #raven nv #writing #oc writing #my writing #this chapter feels like it's taken forever because I decided to try a different writing method and wrote a first draft over like a month-#-then edited it all doen today. idk if it helped.#next chapter might also take a while bc I have to move all of my writing to a new platform (not google docs ripping off my data to train ai #anyways for those that read the old version you'll recognize arcane and neroli hehe. this is the last chapter that has content from the old #-version though!! now it's all uncharted terrain baby!#as always if you're enjoying this story please comment and let me know your thoughts #and if you absolutely hate this story or think i should write something differently also let me know!!#constructive criticism is good im still learning and growing as a writer #well that's enough rambles peace and love on planet earth ❤️

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my wife my life, i have ojv brainrot -- will you please go into crazy amount of detail about what the style boys look like to you in the ojv? what kind of outfits they like to wear? comfort sweaters/shirts? <3 also i love you i am waving $50s and shouting louder than everyone else to be noticed i'm the ride or die bi disaster ojc kenny of the irl

ASHFVGKKVHLJK MY DARLING WIFE HI AND FUCK YEAH!!!!! Helllll yes!!! Ok ok I’m bouta go *rm Jersey voice* AWF!! (This is gonna be so long im sorry)

So OrangeJuiceVerse style my BELOVEDS!!! Ohhhhh my god these two own my entire goddamn soul! And smh they’re so pretty in their own right!!!

OJV Stan… he is a fucking stereotypical DREAM MAN! Kyle is down astronomically bad. Like I’m talkin tall dark and handsome, total sweetheart, inherently boyish charm that just makes everyone adore him! His heart of gold and that deep melancholy he sometimes gets behind those sapphire eyes make him all the more alluring! So this is what our affable Everyman looks like to me:

He is TALL (hit his last growth spurt between sophomore and junior year), like tops off at a lil over 6’2 and is the second tallest of the ojverse Star Seven also he’s BUILT AS HELL?!? In high school his physique could be attributed to the myriad of physically demanding hobbies he cycled through (football in particular when he started dreaming of going pro rip to that) and work on Randy’s Fuckass Farm (fuck u randy). But when he’s older he gets softer, sure (best pillow ever) but keeps working out JUST so he can hold every animal ever like a BABY!!! If you want an approximate art reference of young adult OJV Stan, @bunytime ’s drawings on here for SURE! Like he is tall and strong and BUILT FOR HUGS!!!

Blue blue BLUE eyes like not scary stare into your soul but this soft deep shade that reminds you of calm waters and gemstones peeking from the depths of the shadows of his brows. Just gentle waves and clear dusk light.

Ojv Stan didn’t go through the ever popular bleached hair headcanon, most of my Stans didn’t, but this one bc on the brink of a SadSack episode he mentioned getting Kenny to pierce his ears and dye his hair and (this was before they were dating) Kyle was like NO!!! Bc he always loved Stan’s classic all american look and knows him well enough to know that he would’ve hated it a few days later.

DIMPLES!! TWO OF EM!! And his smile is SO sweet his whole face splits omg my sweet boy!!! And he has tiny, almost imperceptible random scars in various places from childhood tomfoolery, especially on his hands bc he sometimes rivals Kenny in recklessness, and those hands are so rough but so TENDER when they touch you and he’s so aware of his own size and inherent ruggedness that completely juxtaposes his personality and it’s so!!! (God forgive me I’m thinking about nsfw ojv style hcs now)

Aight so OJV Stan IS greasy to some extent, c’mon he’s very Boy, but (this is important) only when he’s having a rough time mentally. Like he’s one of those people where while his horrendous lack of style doesn’t change much, you can tell by the stubble and the gross hair when he’s not doing well. Uhhh later down the timeline he has a beard tho. The bear jokes definitely emerge.

And for his style choices ohhhhh my god this man CANNOT fuckin dress!!! I’m constantly putting ojverse Stan in my clothes bc WHAT is this guy doing wearing the “Bigfoot is real I made s’mores with him” shirt and he is GENUINELY confused when he can’t wear jeans to something formal. His socks are STUPID and GIMMICKY and never match, and his wallet has a million keychains HIS BACKPACK omg like every stereotypical veggie boy he has alll the vegan loser pins and patches. Animal activist Stan forever.

A very casual dresser tbh, t shirts and jeans, sweatpants, hoodies (that have mostly been confiscated by Kyle) like he truly sucks at clothes unless he’s going stupid abt a Halloween costume. He kinda relies on Ky to know what looks good on him irl, bc Kyle is VERY reactive when he’s dressed a certain way and Kyle climbing him= ah yes I look Not Disheveled right to jail for both of them.

Oh KYLE!!! From Stan’s pov??? OJV Stan is a huge fucking fantasy loser and he only knows the word “ethereal” bc he’s a nerd and it describes Kyle. On GOD OJV Kyle is so pretty!!! Like Stanley Down Bad Marsh is ENTHRALLED!!! Always, like since he knew what beauty was, beauty was Kyle.

Ojverse Kyle keeps his hair a little past his shoulders since like freshman year of high school, his HAIRRRRR lord those gorgeous red curls, Stan simply cannot get enough of them, that ponytail, the half bun, the little braids Marj used to do when she and Ky would hang solo… dear god Stan will not shut up about his beautiful elf kings hair. Like hair wise if u want a reference picture the homie @grimsbane ‘s long hair Kyle EXEPT

My guy, OJV Kyle is TINY. Not as short as Kenny and Tweek, but close and definitely skinny to the point where if he misses a meal EVERYONE is on his bony ass bc 1) diabetes and 2) they all know his past with eds and no one’s gonna let that shit get its claws on him again! Unfortunately, OJV Kyle has a really hard time gaining weight, but as an adult he’s fully recovered, just kinda slim and at risk of health problems from the damage he did, but he’s mostly ok.

Ky topped off at 5’7 and was the tallest of the m5 in 7th grade and then EVERYONE but Kenny surpassed him WHICH he was pissed abt for a while. But he kinda stopped caring once he and Stan got together bc Stan wasn’t thattt much taller at first (and then this mf got huge) but Kyle was… VERY INTO THAT! It’s so unserious bc when they’re older Kyle’s like dude just fuckin toss me around and Stan WILL NOT because he’s NERVOUS and also traumatized from the ONE time he reinjured Kyle’s bad knee during Super Best Spicy Time (yes that’s what his loser ass named the sex playlist) but when Ky gets in the mood he wants to be manhandled frfr (I will do a nsfw headcanon post prolly) like the SIZE DIFFERENCE kyle is so spicy 100% calls the shots out here climbin Staniel like a tree.

He’s pale as fuck, cannot tan at allll this dude will not go outside without sunscreen bc he IS Sheila’s son and had it drilled into him that they are pale redheads and uv rays are not their friend, BUT his freckles are faint and so prettttttyyyyy he doesn’t even hate them bc Stan loves them and Kyle loves Stan (losers) he’s got a little group of them on his left cheekbone that Stan INSISTS looks like a heart aaaaaaaaaa

Good lord those eyes. Like you look into them and you are LOST in the most beautiful woods you have ever SEEN!!! I’m serious his eyes look like a forest, green and threaded with occasional brown like tree trunks and they are MAGNETIC!!! He is POINTY too like his features are sharp but his eyes are comfortable and it’s just a beautiful balance.

I’m fully of the belief that this lil redhead is a CHRONIC CLOTHES STEALER!!! Sneaky lil fox like if he’s comfy at home he’s 100% wearing Stan’s lame ass “earth day 2013” hoodie or some shit BUT!!!

His actual clothing is VERY much hot professional dark academia vibes the sweaters, the reading glasses, that hair, like he’s so cute in his button ups and when he stops wearing cargo pants so much in college (man likes pockets change my mind) Stan is SALIVATING bc he can see the sbf’s lithe legs better and he wants to SNAG him smh down horrendous. Kyle wears a lotta green, bc we ginger losers know that’s our COLOR and he looks GORGEOUS in jewel tones what a PRETTY BOY!!! Favorite item of clothing is DEFINITELY Stan’s Peace Love Pine Trees hoodie!!!

They do have friendship (lovers) bracelets that Kenny made them btw

Ok I THINK that’s what I got for now on what they look like but lord knows I’ll probably be more insane later NINA MY BELOVED WIFE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS

#south park #sp headcanons #asks #this made me so happy #style #them #ao3 shit #my shit #OrangeJuiceVerse #stan marsh #lmm voice: look at my son #kyle brovlofski #look at this I learned something today ass bitch #ojv

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banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 16

I've had part of this written up for, like, ages. I'll let you guess which part. :)

Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3] - Part 4 [FFN/AO3] - Part 5 [FFN/AO3] - Part 6 [FFN/AO3] - Part 7 [FFN/AO3] - Part 8 [FFN/AO3] - Part 9 [FFN/AO3] - Part 10 [FFN/AO3] - Part 11 [FFN/AO3] - Part 12 [FFN/AO3] - Part 13 [FFN/AO3] - Part 14 [FFN/AO3] - Part 15 [FFN/AO3]

The siblings are threatened and something happens that puts all of Dressrosa in peril. [2407 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]

It was a good thing that Lami (more or less) remembered everything from when she was Antonia, Law decided, thanks to the insane amount of information she had been privy to over the prior decade. Her position as one of the Suite Executives ensured she knew about the varied alternate paths into the castle and plateau, she was well-acquainted with the functions of the underground port, and she even knew how Sugar’s Devil Fruit powers worked. Between her and Baby 5, they were able to go into detail about everything that Law asked once the mob of other gladiator combatants were released onto the varied soldiers, Donquixote supporters, and wild animals that were roaming about.

“You catch all that, Strawhat-ya?” he asked, looking at their alliance partner. Luffy was merely standing there, picking his nose in boredom while the others who had been with him were drawing off the Donquixote Pirates.

“When comes the part where I can kick Mingo’s ass?” he asked.

“Not so fast,” Lami said. “You’re never going to be able to get that close to him, let alone hit him where it needs to land. I’m going to kick that loser’s ass myself.”

“You’re going to need to get in line, Lami-chan,” Baby 5 frowned. “I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve wanted to castrate him.”

“…and take away the chance I have at finally defending my sisters after all these years?” Law scoffed. “Not a chance.”

“Ah, this is boring—I’m just gonna go.” Luffy tried to walk off, only for Law to grab him by the scruff of his collar.

“Most of the original plan is still in place,” he said. “Don’t think that’s out the window.”

“Then why even ask for our advice?” Lami wondered sourly.

“I need confirmation of some things, ideas for alternate plans; things like that.”

“Yup—Law-nii and his bazillion plans,” Lami frowned, “of course nothing’s changed there.”

“…and what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re bossy,” Baby 5 said. Law stared at his sisters in what felt like disbelief—after all this time, they were still ganging up on him. “You’ve been bossy since I first met you.”

“She’s not wrong,” Lami defended.

“Ah, that’s just how Torao is,” Luffy grinned.

“Okay, now about this ‘Torao’ business,” Lami began. She opened her mouth to question why in the hell he couldn’t just say their family name when something behind Luffy caught her eye and she pushed him to the ground. She could feel something wrap around her forearm as the perpetrator came into view.

“Doflamingo!” she shouted. The man in question came into view, seemingly floating down from the top of a nearby building. Luffy crabwalked away from Lami and stood by where Law and Baby 5 were ready to fight. “Why don’t you go find where your hairline went?”

“Hmm, a sad insult; I taught you better,” he replied. He raised another hand and released strings, wrapping around Lami’s free arm, pulling so that she lifted off the ground and towards him.

“Let her go!” Law snarled. He began to open a Room, only for Doflamingo to shake his head.

“Now, now,” he tutted, “do you really think you can catch me off-guard like that? You know my Haki is powerful enough to counteract your silly tricks.” Doflamingo grinned manically as he held Lami aloft with his strings, moving closer so that his hands were outstretched on either side of her as though about to reach out and grab her arms. She squeaked as the strings tightened, threatening to cut into her skin.

“Put her down!” Baby 5 demanded.

“I don’t take orders from you,” he replied. “No one gives me orders.”

“Then maybe it’s about time someone starts,” Law growled. “Let our sister go.” Going with a different tactic, he used his thumb to slightly ease Kikoku out of its sheath, the sword positively singing in delight.

Quench my thirst, boy, and our goals shall finally align.

“You had to go and betray me, the Family,” Doflamingo tutted. “I gave you three brats everything. Had you stayed loyal, I could have made you a prince and princesses without all this… this… needless pain.”

“To hell with that,” Lami croaked out. Her captor tightened her bonds and she felt string cut into her skin. “As though you would truly let us be free that way.”

“I would have, but I guess now we’ll never know for certain,” Doflamingo replied. He leaned down so as to be cheek-to-cheek with Lami. “Queen Donquixote Lami, Regent of Dressrosa, Empress of the Underground, Joker of the Suits, a Celestial Dragon… just say the word and you shall be my heir again.”

“You really think that I want all that now that I know what it almost cost me?!” she spat. Red dripped down a few strings as blood was drawn from her arm. “Whoever has that Devil Fruit now… they’re never taking my family from me again!”

“All those years I was a loving uncle, and now I’m not family?”

“Not when it was built on a lie.”

“Pity. Here you could have gone where Baby never could… where Law refused to go… and instead you will make me kill my beloved niece… oh how much this will make me suffer…”

“Cut the crap you tacky scarecrow,” she replied, louder this time, only to be met with a tightening of the strings that was truly threatening to make her choke. Luffy chuckled as a grin crossed his face.

“So… you want my help kicking Mingo’s ass?” he asked. “You gotta say it.”

“Please!” Lami gasped. “Please help us defeat Doflamingo! I never want to forget Law-nii and Bee-nee ever again!”

“All right,” Luffy nodded. He cracked his knuckles and began to stretch his legs. “You’re gonna regret that, Mingo.”

“You really think you children can take me?” Doflamingo spat. “You need power to ever think of touching where I am.”

“What’s the point of power if the people around you aren’t free?” Luffy mused. “You hurt Torao and Gun Lady and Lami—siblings should be able to stay together if that’s what they want.”

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” Doflamingo sneered. “That’s why you were there two years ago when Fire-Fist died. If you wanted to join him, all you have to do is ask.”

“Big brothers protect their little siblings until the end,” Luffy said. “Ace knew that, and I know that, and our other brother knows that, and I know that if I were Lami, I’d never want to forget my older siblings as long as I’m alive.”

“A third brother…?” Doflamingo’s brow furrowed in thought before he shook his head. “Doesn’t matter; I’m going to kill all four of you and watch you suffer the entire time.”

“Stick to what we agreed to, Strawhat-ya, and we might be able to get through this,” Law warned. He glanced over at the teen and saw that he was already beginning to fidget in a sign he was already straying from the plan. “Now focus!”

“Tch.” Doflamingo extended his hand and strings came out. While Luffy and Baby 5 were able to block the ones that came towards them, Law tried to open a Room while drawing his sword and was caught up in Doflamingo’s strings, first his Room hand, then the sword hand. His wrists came together and he dropped Kikoku.

“Shit, Law-nii!” Lami gasped. “Let him go!”

“Hmm… no,” Doflamingo replied idly. He watched as Luffy began to panic and pull on the strings holding Law’s hands together, more amused than anything. “I need to punish all the bad children and there’s plenty of them here.”

“Let Torao go!” Luffy insisted. “I’m the one who’s gonna beat your ass, not him!”

“Ow! Strawhat-ya! Stop pulling!”

“I can’t beat him up while he’s got you like this!”

“Fufufu… yes… how are you going to worm your way out of this one?”

Suddenly, Doflamingo stopped. He tilted his head back towards the King’s Plateau and let out a burst of Conqueror’s Haki that made everyone’s hair stand on-end. Turning back to Lami, he held her face with one hand as he forced her to look at him.

“What did you brats do?!” he hissed. “What did you tell them!?”

“They figured it out without me,” Lami marveled. “Someone else figured out that Sugar was your lynchpin! Looks like your plan wasn’t so foolproof after all.”

“Oh, shit,” Baby 5 realized quietly. “This… is going to be a time.”

Doflamingo sneered in contempt. “Stay here like a good girl and maybe I will be merciful.” At that he conjured some strings and swung away, headed back to the plateau.

“Okay, shit, get me down get me down!” Lami panicked. “Haki! Use Haki!” Luffy did, snapping the strings with Armament-infused hands, while Baby 5 turned her hand into a knife to free Law’s hands.

“I know he felt the strings go slack,” she said, “so let’s get as far away from here as possible.”

“Shit, what do you think happened?” Law wondered. Baby 5 furrowed her brow at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Whatever it was, it helped us out, so I’m not worried,” Luffy shrugged. He gave the siblings a bright smile and a giggle. “Shishishishi… I’m glad you finally asked for help—I was hoping you would.”

“I’m glad you agreed to help, but Bee-nee’s right: we’ve got to go,” Lami said. Her gaze was fixed upon the King’s Plateau, not liking how abruptly their encounter with Doflamingo had been. “Shit’s about to go down.”

“Lami, Bee, what are you two not telling me?” Law asked. His sisters both grimaced before the youngest decided to bite the bullet.

“You know all those toys that are wandering around? How some of them are also supposed to be animals just to boost numbers and confuse people?”

“Yeah…?”

“There were more of them than I remember; whatever happened to Sugar just now should have released the last of them.”

“You what…?”

“…and the ones that she remembered doesn’t include the loyal members of Doflamingo’s crew that we all forgot about because they signed up to be made into toys so they could cause chaos if something like this happened,” Baby 5 added. Law stared at his sisters, while Luffy…? Luffy just laughed.

“Sounds like fun,” the teen grinned. “Where do we start first?”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Doflamingo did not like what he saw when he arrived at the King’s Plateau. Sugar was laying unconscious on the ground, surrounded by panicking guards. Trebol and Diamante were both there, with the former having a mental breakdown while the latter was deeply disturbed.

“This is what I get for trusting you all!” Trebol snapped at the guards. “You were supposed to keep her out of danger not bring her towards it!”

“What the fuck happened?” Doflamingo growled. He noticed the grotesque drawing plastered on the wall and knew what had happened. “She was terrified into unconsciousness?! This drawing ruined our ace in the hole?! She could have wiped out those shits and no one would have known the difference!”

“Ten years gone in an instant and now this,” Diamante observed. “It was one thing when that brat reverted the toy soldier, but someone else did this to her and no one even saw it coming.”

“Find out who did this!” Doflamingo ordered. One of the guards jumped in surprise and scurried off. “Fuck… if only that child behaved.”

“You need to make them pay, don’t you Doffy?!” Trebol cried.

“Yes, I am going to make them regret fucking with me,” Doflamingo spat. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he spread his arms wide. Strings materialized around him and went upwards into the sky, eventually spreading outwards until they created a dome shape in the sky, the strings anchoring themselves in the ground. He could feel people try to break through them with no results—as long as there were more attempts on the inside than the out, he was satisfied.

“If I might pick your brain for a moment,” Diamante frowned, “why break out the Birdcage so early?”

“I can’t let them get the upper hand,” Doflamingo replied. He looked down at the citizenry, his Haki allowing him to feel they were more confused than anything. “It’s time to even the playing field and provide some… distractions.”

“You can’t mean��?”

“Oh, yes.” Doflamingo’s grin returned as he went to grab a video transponder snail. “It’s finally time for shit to get interesting.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Transponder snails flickered to attention throughout Dressrosa. Citizens of all life and visitors of all sorts stopped what they were doing and wondered what was going on—surely the tournament wasn’t back on…

“Good afternoon, Citizens of Dressrosa,” Doflamingo said, coming into view ominously. “I’m sure by now most of you have noticed the little addition to our lovely skyline. Don’t try to break it, or dig under it, or squeeze through it—none of that will work. Calling off-island won’t work either.

“Why, do you ask? It’s simple: I’m about to play a little game and every man, woman, child, and person otherwise in this nation is a participant. We have Dressrosans and visitors! Marines and pirates! A struggle between light and dark and everything in between. Our own little Birdcage where we have to fight our way to victory without any help from the outside world…

“Pay close attention! These are the fourteen targets! I shall pay a hundred million beri for each star on their in-game bounty, dead or alive!” His face vanished from the screens and twelve photos and bounties began to display instead.

Four one-star targets: Gladiator Rebecca, Samurai of Wano Foxfire Kin’emon, Devil Child Nico Robin, Cyborg Franky

Three two-star targets: former Dressrosan Army Captain Kyros, former Dressrosan Princess Riku Viola, and Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro.

Five three-star targets: Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army Sabo, Straw Hat Monkey D. Luffy, Arms Master Baby 5, Surgeon of Death Trafalgar Law, and former King of Dressrosa Riku Doldo III.

“Aside from these pests are two who have angered me above all others,” Doflamingo continued, “the reasons behind this little game, if you will.” The screen cleared again to show two faces, both of whom gasped when they saw themselves.

False Princess Trafalgar Lami. God Usopp.

Five stars.

Each.

“Happy hunting.”

The screens went dark and the screaming began.

#One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #Trafalgar Law #Trafalgar Lami #Baby 5 #Donquixote Doflamingo #I have been vibrating about this chapter for ages you have no fucking idea #gotta dumb down the gals for a moment for it but it's for the greater good #Trafalgar D. Water Law #Trafalgar D. Water Lami

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@feardrummed asked: While Ollie's...not exactly the best at planning things, at the very least she can remember to do something for her own twin's birthday. That...doesn't mean she won't be a bit of a menace about it, though. Dropping the gift bag directly onto his lap, she stands there, waiting for him to open it. It's...probably not a shock that it's a band t-shirt, admittedly. "Happy birthday, loser." // BIRTHDAY

THE GIFT LANDS in his lap without a word between either of them, to which he gives Ollie ( who is looming directly over him ), an almost comically bewildered look. He really shouldn’t seem so surprised by it, especially because they usually do something small for each other. Michael just... doesn’t do many proper celebrations, not since… it feels wrong. He doesn't think he could let himself enjoy it even if things were entirely normal, and they aren't.

But he’ll accept a gift from his twin: after all, he always gets her something, and neither of them are very inclined to talk about the details.

The stare only lasts a few moments, Ollie is VERY adamant that he opens it: rolling out the t-shirt gives him the first REAL smile all day, and as a very regular means of saying thanks, he rolls up the small amount of tissue paper that was in the gift bag into a ball and tosses it at Ollie's forehead. "Happy birthday back, asshole."

#siblings :)#⁂ ･ﾟ: and through it all the rise and fall the bodies in the streets ➛ in character #feardrummed #⁂ ･ﾟ: i feel more free than i have in years‚ six feet in the ground ➛ answered

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good boy — jonathan byers

summary: you confront jonathan after a rumor you heard and this goes way better than he expected

pairing: jonathan byers x fem!cheerleader!reader

word count: 3.2K

warnings/what to expect: SMUT 18+ (MINORS DNI), popular/loser trope, making out, semi-public sex (photography club classroom), lots of dirty talk, teasing, oral (m and f receiving), pussydrunk!jonathan, perv!jonathan, stalker!jonathan, vaginal fingering, slight dom/sub (dom!reader/sub!jonathan), voyeurism, exhibitionism, multiple female orgasms, nudes, pet names (mostly good boy), very slight degradation, kinda brat/brat-taming but not really, gif is not mine!

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That day, you and Jonathan Byers were all the other students could talk about. Two completely different people somehow had a connection. Something that linked the most popular girl in school to one of the biggest weirdos out there.

Apparently, he has a very creepy crush and/or obsession with you. A group of jocks were calling him names and one of them had the idea of smacking his portafolio out of his hands, making it fall to the ground. Tons of pictures of you fell from the portafolio and he very unsuccessfully tried to keep them out of the jocks' view. Of course they were able to see them, managing to grab a few from the ground before Jonathan could do anything about it.

It was you smiling brightly at the crowd right after finishing a cheerleading routine. You laughing next to your car with a group of your friends in the school's parking lot. There were even photos of you outside of school, which evidently was creepy considering you never hung out with Jonathan Byers. He has no reason to have photos of you, especially outside of school.

The rumor spread fairly quickly, meaning every student was aware that this weirdo has photos of you.

You'd heard random people talking about it, saying how weird he was for doing something like that. Your friends reminded you that you needed to do something before it got real dangerous, claiming he was definitely a stalker (some even claimed he's definitely a serial killer).

But you weren't as upset as you should be. Yeah, it's weird. Yeah, he shouldn't be taking photos of you and keeping them to himself without your permission. But...deep down, you were intrigued.

You didn't know he had it in him. You never expected shy-looking Jonathan Byers to be chasing you around town to see what you were doing. To have so many pictures of you to stare at...it was kind of exciting.

Your friends would kill you for thinking like this. That the idea of him wanting you so bad he just has to follow you around and keep pictures of you might turn you on just a little bit. They would think you're insane for actually enjoying the idea of having Jonathan as your stalker.

To your luck, you were running a little late that day, which meant the halls were relatively empty when you spotted him walking outside the photography club. He didn't notice you were there until he turned, his behavior immediately changing the moment he saw you walking towards him.

He was nervous, standing there like a lost little puppy while he tried not to make eye contact with you. He has the audacity to follow you around, yet crumbles to pieces the second he sees you in school? You shouldn't be enjoying that little detail so much.

"Hey," you said like it was nothing. Like you aren't talking to the guy that has a concerning amount of photos with your face on them.

"H–Hey," he mutters, barely able to look at you.

"I'll be honest with you, Jonathan," you started, crossing your arms across your chest. He gulped, expecting you to start insulting him or something for all the rumors. "You're weird. Taking photos of another person without their knowledge is weird– but, oddly enough, I'm not as mad as I should be."

"You...are not?"

"No," you shake your head. "I actually think it's kind of flattering."

"Flattering?" he says in complete disbelief, not able to look away from you when you grab the doorknob of the door right behind him. You open it, gently pushing Jonathan inside.

"You're not busy, are you?"

He shakes his head.

"Is there anyone coming to this room any time soon?"

He shakes his head again, which made you smile because everything was going according to plan. You turn around to lock the door, meeting the curious gaze of Jonathan Byers. "What are you doing?" he dared to ask.

"It's just for privacy...not like you care much about that, anyway," you replied sarcastically, which made him look away from you. "Relax, it's a joke! I said I was flattered. However, I wonder...why take photos of me?"

He realized you were expecting an answer, but he didn't know what to say. It was clear to you that he was very nervous, which only encouraged you to continue.

"Why take so many pictures just of me?"

Jonathan was blushing at this point, avoiding looking at you at all times. He was embarrassed and you loved it. "Don't make me say it..." he mutters.

"Oh, but I'll have to make you if you don't," was your reply, which totally caught him by surprise judging by the look on his face. "I want to hear it from you."

"I–I took them because...because I like you."

"Like me?" you repeated. "But you don't even know me," you added, faking a very innocent-sounding voice.

"I know, but...I mean, you're popular. I feel like I know you at least a little bit..."

"Or maybe you feel like you know me so well because you like to follow me around town?"

Once again, he was silent. You were enjoying this a little too much. To bring the stalker down by reminding him how much of a perv he is. There was a brief pause before you finally blurted out, "Have you touched yourself while looking at them?"

He looked mortified. "What?! I..."

You move closer, which made him take a step back, bumping into a desk that prevented him from creating more distance between the two of you. And he could've moved. He would have escaped you if he really wanted, but he simply stood there as you moved to be right in front of him.

"You like seeing my face when you're jerking off?" you asked further. "To imagine you're about to cum on my mouth rather than a piece of paper?"

"Shit– I...I don't know–"

"Come on, Jon," you interrupted in a sweet voice. "Wouldn't you love to cum in my mouth?"

"I– yes. Yes, I'd like that."

You grinned. He's been broken.

"Do you think about that when you masturbate?" you insisted, trying very hard not to kiss him already.

"Yes," he finally replied.

"Good boy," you quickly said, leaning closer as both of your arms wrapped around his neck.

You could feel his trembling hands resting at your sides the moment you kissed him. It was easy to tell Jonathan was still very nervous, so you move a hand to his hair and tangle your fingers in it, pulling just slightly. That earned you a positive reaction, so it encouraged you to do it again.

He opened his mouth just enough so your tongue could reach his, deepening the kiss. Your bodies are pressed now, and you could feel his bulge growing already.

As you continued to make out, your hands traveled to the first button of his short-sleeved shirt, starting to make your way down until you opened it entirely and removed it from his pants, fingers tracing up and down his newly exposed chest before reaching further down to grab his belt.

You pull away and immediately get on your knees, enjoying the way Jonathan couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from you, almost hypnotized by your every move. To be completely fair with him, he couldn't have known this would be happening- ever.

People like you never turn to look at people like him. You could have any other person that you wanted, someone much more interesting and less awkward than him. He's just the weird kid that walks around with a camera and can't seem to keep a single friend. You are the head cheerleader everyone adores. Why would you ever be interested in him?

But now he's locked in a room with you when both of you should be in class, and you're on your knees right in front of him. It's like a dream come true.

You leave tiny kisses on his lower stomach, earning a few soft moans from him that were just music to your ears. He's so cute, even when he's about to get his dick sucked. Never breaking eye contact, you start to unbuckle his belt before focusing on removing his pants and boxers.

A louder moan escapes his mouth when you grab his cock and start pumping him in a slow rhythm, enjoying seeing his reaction whenever your hand would move up and down. Then, your fingers focused exclusively on his tip, gently brushing against him as you see his frustration growing because you're not touching him properly.

"What's wrong?" you asked, as if you didn't have a clue why he looked so frustrated.

"Please..."

"What is it?" you insisted. "You'll have to use your words, Jon."

"I want to feel your mouth on me."

You grinned, not wanting to waste your chance to tease him even further. "And where do you want my mouth, baby?"

Jonathan sighed, visibly about to lose it, but deep down he was enjoying the things you'd say to him before encouraging him to keep talking too. "On my dick," he eventually says, all flustered as his cheeks turn a darker shade of red.

"That's my good boy."

You're not sure if the sound that left Jonathan's mouth was due to the fact that you said he's your good boy, or because you licked the length of his dick before you put it inside your mouth.

One of his hands moved to the back of your head almost immediately, his hips starting to rock back and forth as you continued to bop your head, making sure to take your time teasing his tip with your tongue before taking as much of him that could fit inside your mouth.

"You look...so pretty," he compliments, watching as you suck him off so eagerly, like your life depended exclusively on pleasing him. "So pretty."

Moans would repeatedly leave his mouth while you continued to work on him. What seemed to almost make him come undone was the fact that you pulled away just so you could spit on his cock, using that as lubrication to pump him with your hand while your mouth worked once again on his tip.

You could tell he was close just by looking at him. All you could do was look at him doe-eyed, silently pleading for him to fill your mouth with his load. You needed it just as badly as him.

Eventually, he spoke again. "I'm– shit, I think I'm close..."

You let out a sound, trying to let him know there was no problem with that. It took just a few seconds before he let his loudest moan out, his cum filling your mouth. It was unthinkable to leave any drop going to waste, so you made sure to swallow it as it kept pouring inside your mouth.

When you take him out of your mouth, he leans to gently grab your face (completely contrasting with what you were just doing) to pull you into a kiss. You were surprised he was willing to kiss you after you sucked his dick, because not many guys like to do that.

Yet, Jonathan hungrily devoured your mouth with no intention of ever letting you go. His hands were resting on your ass, squeezing the flesh there. The gesture made you moan against his lips, feeling how your clothed pussy rubbed against his pants ever so slightly, enough to make you want more.

His lips found your neck as you lean your head back to give him more space. He was practically sitting on top of the desk with you on top of his leg while you craved more friction, wishing to be completely pressed against his pants.

"Can I return the favor?" you heard him ask against your neck. "Please..."

You grinned. "Yeah? You want to make me feel good now?"

"Yes, please. I'll be good, I promise."

"Oh, I don't doubt it. Is this another one of your little fantasies? Have you thought about eating me out in my cute little cheerleader uniform?"

"Fuck...all the time."

You moved back so you could look him in the eye. He was confused when he noticed you pulled away, but you could see the shift in his eyes when you gently sat on top of the desk, legs wide open for him.

He got on his knees almost immediately, and you had to keep yourself under control because you couldn't get enough of the fact that he was so eager and so willing to do absolutely anything for you.

Jonathan began kissing your inner thigh, each contact of his lips with your skin closer and closer to where you needed him the most. He looked up at you, looking so incredibly adorable as he made sure he was doing a good job.

You let out a soft moan the second you feel his lips kissing you on top of your underwear, feeling his tongue licking a single strap upwards just a second later.

He reached up to take off your underwear. "Can I take these off?" he asked before doing any other movements, as if there was a chance you'd ever say no.

You got up from the desk and took your own underwear off, knowing he would probably take his time with it and you really needed to feel his mouth against you.

"Someone's eager," he jokingly commented once you were seated again.

The comment made you grab his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy. "How about you put your mouth to a much better use?" you half-warned, not enjoying his little joke.

Jonathan didn't argue, immediately burying his face in between your legs. He was hungry and desperate, like he's been waiting for this to happen for as long as he can remember. His eagerness made you that much desperate, still pulling at his hair.

He was being loud and messy, not caring to get your juices all over him or making obscene noises as he continued eating you out. It was quite the show to see him so desperate to make you cum.

"You feel so good, Jon," you say as a way to encourage him. "I bet you've been dreaming about this, huh? To have me all to yourself with your tongue buried deep in my cunt?"

You could feel Jonathan's moans against you, the sensation making you want more of it. That's why you decided to keep talking.

"You're gorgeous, baby boy. And you're so good to me...such a good little boy, about to make me cum all over his mouth."

He started sucking on your clit hard, but it didn't feel painful in the slightest. It just encourages you to keep talking. "Look at you. A massive pervert chasing me around town, yet you fold the second I give you just a little bit of attention. It's so hot."

You practically had to hold back the scream that you almost let out when Jonathan started rapidly fingering you, two of his fingers curled and knuckle-deep inside of you, moving at an impossibly faster speed.

Jonathan continued to suck on your clit and finger the life out of you, and all you could do is moan and curse because it feels so good.

You imagined that by the time you reached your orgams he would stop, yet despite the fact that you just cum all over his fingers, he didn't stop. If anything, he was only fingering you harder.

"Jon..." you were able to let out, too stimulated and sensitive to say anything else.

"Who's folding now?" he asked as soon as he pulled away from your clit.

"Asshole," you mutter right before another moan comes out of your mouth.

"Am I your good little boy or am I an asshole? Make up your mind."

"Fucking shut up," you simply replied, feeling your second orgams rapidly approaching.

Once again, you thought he would stop. That when he noticed your pussy clenching around his fingers and your legs closing shut he would leave you alone. But he didn't. He continued to finger you like you haven't already cumed two times in a row. You tried to get him to stop, but his fingers were still inside of you and his tongue was once again playing with your extremely sensitive clit.

"Jonathan, please..." you had to beg in between wimpers, but he wasn't pulling away. "I'm too...oh, fuck fuck fuck!" you blurted out, feeling yet another orgasm spreading across your entire body. You really didn't know how much of this you were able to tolerate. The pleasure was just too much, and you doubted your body could handle a fourth orgasm. You practically had to pull him by his hair and close your legs shut so he could give you a break. If he wanted to get back at you for what you said earlier, he definitely did by now.

He finally decided to let you rest, standing up to give you a kiss instead. Once again you were surprised by his duality. He was holding your hips so delicately, kissing you so gently...he looks nothing like the guy hungrily eating you out just seconds ago.

You accepted his kiss almost immediately, hands tracing up and down his chest as you two continued to make out, this time much more gentle than before.

Suddenly remembering something, you pulled away from him. He was confused, watching you reach out to grab your backpack that was on the table too. "I almost forgot," you said, grinning when you found what you were looking for and handing it to him. "I got you a little gift."

Jonathan waited for you to reveal what was the gift you were talking about, looking at the white envelope with his name written outside with curiosity. He looked at you for a few seconds before opening it, his eyes widening when he realized what was inside.

"I thought you'd like those type of photos a little bit more," you commented, watching him go through each and every single one of them, scanning your naked body and appreciating all the poses you did for him.

"A little?" he asked, amused.

You noticed he was getting hard just looking at the pictures, so you gently grabbed his dick again to slowly stroke him, earning a positive reaction from him. You continued to jerk him off while he looked at more of those pictures.

"I'm glad you like them," you started, finally letting him go as you stood up from your spot on the desk. "They can help you out with your little situation."

"But..." he started, confused as to why you're putting your panties back on when you were just helping him get fully hard again.

"What, you want my help?" you interrupted. "Next time try not to tell so many jokes and maybe I'll stick around to help you."

"That's not...it's not fair."

"I don't care," you replied, grabbing your stuff before you walked closer to him to give him a quick kiss. "Enjoy your photos."

Without giving him time to reply, you walked over to the door and unlocked it before walking outside the photography club. You knew Jonathan would probably have to stay there a few more minutes with your photos to get rid of his erection, and you really hope he figures out what to do before someone finds him in that room, completely naked and holding very inappropriate pictures of you.

You enjoyed playing with Jonathan so much, you cannot wait to have your stalker all to yourself again.

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