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ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS

MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME

[Crocodile x F!OC]

Explicit - 5.5k words / 13 pages

(A/N) One large dick refusing to be contained, two bananawani for a picture perfectly framed. Three excellent sets of nightwear, and four shots that caught genuine care.

Actually, a teenager's absolute worst nightmare.

Nico Robin is a teen in the cruel throes of puberty, peer pressure and that never-ending sense of social shame. For I realised a few days ago that she has a massive gap in her canon from about age 12-ish onward until Crocodile runs into her at 24. So, as her teens match up beautifully with the nuclear disaster that is Crocodile and Shiv's marriage, I decided that what this insane ship really needed was a teenager and zero tools to deal with it. Also, the notion of him having been stuck fake single-parenting Robin after everything went royaly south with Shivs just tickles me, personally.

This story is set around the same time period as ‘Hooked On You’ and ‘The House Always Win’, in Alabaste at Rainbase, mostly in and around Rain Dinners. Because apparently, I am not over these two.

It may be a tad less polished than my usual stuff, because I wrote it at the break of my Christmas morning to deliver it to you all on your Christmas day. Enjoy!

Tag(s): Teenage rage quit. Reprehensible parenting. Several amazing sexy lingerie modelling moments, courtesy of yours truly being horny on main on Christmas morning. We've also got dry humping, hand jobs, some good fingering and dicks breaking containment simply by being that darn large. Graphic sex. Excellent banther. Solid comedy, if I may say so myself. Absolutely filthy language. Shivs too. Girl made him lose his shit. Size difference is still relevant, stretching and edging too. I'd say orgasm denial, though neither was down for that one. At least they got to wreck eachother real good in the end. I'll be over there, helping Robin putting herself back into the system. I'd wanna disappear off the face of the earth, too.

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“You can't do this to me!” Robin all but stamped her feet.

Crocodile glanced away from Shivs to the fuming teenager, smoke escaping him as he caught her angry gaze. “I didn't realise we needed your permission.”

“This is humiliating!” she continued, beside herself with frustration. “I won't be able to show my face in public ever again!”

“You already can't, sweetie,” Shivs said in a tone not even on the same continent as comforting. “What with the World Government looking for you.”

“That’s not the point! You are murdering my social life!” Robin fumed as she glared at her adoptive parents. She'd sooner be an orphan again, she thought angrily. “Like, why are you even doing this? It's not like you need the money!”

Shivs tilted her head, taking the cigarillo from her mouth even. “It's fun?”

Robin switched her angry stare from her to Crocodile, but he was no help. Had the gall to chew that cigar as if he were actually thinking about it.

“What she said,” he said through a cloud of smoke.

“Hrgh!” Robin balled her fists at them. “I hate you both!”

When neither particularly responded to her outburst aside from blowing out more smoke and perhaps raising an eyebrow, she turned and stormed out, slamming his office door.

The Sphinxxx nightwear designer smoothed his tailored jacket with a nervous glance. “Will this be a problem, sir?”

“No.”

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When the photographer's assistant dimmed the ambient light of Crocodile's office to a softly flickering orange, Shivs felt the shift in mood. Of the office space, yes. But also her own, and Crocodile’s. The fact that there were nearly a dozen strangers fussing about them didn’t kill it as much as you'd think.

They'd just changed into the lingerie they were meant to model and were undergoing the fussy attention of the two resident make up artists. It was a nice set, though privately Shivs thought, not quite their style.

Shivs wore a just below hip length tube dress of sheer dark fabric that reminded her of stockings. It had a strip of opaque black silk that went around her pubes and breast only. The effect was interesting, she supposed. Crocodile wore matching boxer briefs made of the same sheer material, with thin opaque strips circling around his hips. However, the patch of cloth meant to obscure his business did not quite do its job as intended. And the fact that it had a subtle black zipper down the middle that appeared to go all the way around seemed like a hazard to her. But, Stefano - the Sphinxx designer who had envisioned these - was not one to argue fashion with, they’d already discovered.

Fortunately, she’d managed to keep Crocodile from blowing the whole thing off at the first confrontation. He sat smoking at his desk now, blowing out smoke and creating personal thunderclouds around his head as one of the make up artists fussed with him. Could be have been far worse. She’d count this a win.

Cussing, Shivs fumbled with the small clap of her necklace behind her neck.

“Turn around, doll,” Crocodile said.

She glanced up to find him beside her, and wondered if he’d used his abilities because the poor make up artist was staring in their direction like a particularly dimwitted calf. Or perhaps he’d simply been rude.

“Thanks,” she said as she turned, bending her neck as she felt his touch against it. It should be illegal that he could unclip those with one hand while she barely managed half the time with two.

“No, no! Absolutely not!” Stefano exclaimed as he came towards them, all hand gestures.

Shivs could tell from the way Crocodile’s touch abruptly stilled that the fashion designer better follow up with a good reason fast.

“Keep the jewellery, it is classy, distinguished,” Stefano said. “This is art.”

Shivs relaxed when she felt the weight of his hand shift against her neck, idly palming the tension from the muslces there. Good save, she thought.

“Ready when you are, Stef,” the photographer said as she tossed her cigarette bud into the nearest ash tray.

Stefano clapped his hands. “Let’s do this.”

An assistant hurried towards them with the ashtray for Crocodile to discard his smoke, but Stefano waved them away. “It adds character, atmosphere.”

And just as well, for it was only half way gone, and it was never a good time to make him stop.

Stefano motioned them towards the desk, though with far more grace this time. “Poses, if you please.”

“C’mon big guy,” Shivs said as she took the curve of his hook and tugged him up from his seat. He rose with due reluctance through a cloud of smoke.

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“They are magnificent!”

Stefano’s breathless exclamation at seeing the dozing bananawani on the rear deck of the casino was especially satisfying. The rest of his crew hung back, exchanging uncertain glances.

“They won’t do anything,” Crocodile rumbled around his cigar. He caught the designer’s gaze. “Unless I tell them to.”

“Haha, noted,” Stefano said with a small laugh soaked in anxiety.

Shivs slid her hand into Crocodile’s as they watched him harry his terrified crew into setting up. “You’re so mean.”

He glanced down at her, then at the busybodies. “Think they'll miss us for six minutes?” he rumbled as he blew out smoke.

“Only six?” she muttered into the skin of his bicep, pressing a kiss against it.

“Hrm.”

There was a note of amusment under the grumpy noise though, and she was glad his mood had shifted for the better again.

“Oh, that is small,” Shivs chortled when they were shown what they’d be wearing this time. Both were unnecessarily complicated looking contraptions of thin black cord holding in place the most minimal bits of cloth necessary to pretend at decency. She cast a cheeky look up at Crocodile. "Can that even contain you?"

Turned out, it couldn’t.

The elastic had been too weak to keep his junk from doing exactly as it pleased, and she was fairly certain she’d cherish the visual of all of it ignoring the thong’s confines for a good long while. In the end, the poor tailor had to thread iron wire through the main cords. Once that was done, they tried again.

“Over here,” Stefano said as he directed them towards the corner of the deck with an unobstructed view of the oasis around Rain Dinners. From this angle, the rest of Rainbase city wasn’t visible and you could fancy yourself in the middle of the Alabaste desert.

“Would it be possible for one of them to be, well, closer?” he asked, his tone carefully polite.

Crocodile audibly patted his naked thigh and made the clack-clack sound from around his cigar that was usually the only warning some unfortunate soul got. Instantly, one of the massive creatures uncoiled from its nap and lumbered towards them, the deck shaking under its heavy steps.

Shivs rubbed the bananawani’s giant snout. “Hello handsome, you’re gonna be a supermodel too?” she cooed at it as the enormous beast settled down around them.

“P-perfect!” Stefano said, seeming equal measures excited and terrified. “Jace, framing?”

The photographer took aim, motioning them this way and that way before she raised a thumbs up. “Good shot. Got both the desert and the animal framing them.”

Shivs leaned against Crocodile’s thigh, a hand on his broad chest as she looked up at him. He reached around her, resting the curve of his hook against the small of her back.

“Turn a little to the camera, darling, just a little,” Jace said. “Yes, perfect. Hold that position.”

Ever so subtly, Shivs pressed up against his hip, a wave of languid pleasure rolling up her spine as if a quiet beach. The small huff that escaped her drew his attention immediately, his hooded gaze snapping unto hers.

“Let’s have a different one. Glass!" Stefano said as he gestured at one of his assistants, who immediately came over to them with a crystal tumbler. "Something sweet, I think. Hold it up as if you're sharing it."

"What was that, doll?" Crocodile rumbled under his breath as he held the tumbler between them, leaning in as if about to drink from it. His gaze snared hers. Every stealthy push of her pussy against his muscular thigh lit a spark of pleasure that threatened to catch fire in her core. The curve of his hook pressed against her lower back as her quiet pants clouded the glass. "You going to cum on my thigh with all of them watching?"

“Oh, perfect!” Stefano exclaimed, oblivious. “Please hold those expressions!”

“Don’t think he’ll be happy if I climb on your cock instead,” she whispered above the glass. "Though I am dying to."

She heard it as much as she felt it - the twack of snapping fabric and the sudden shift of his balls spilling against her thigh as his cock broke containment, erect for all to see.

“Oh-hoh!” Shivs chortled, leaning back as Crocodile cussed, sloshing the drink. He removed his arm from around her but his hook snagged on one of the uncountable bands of the delicate contraption she wore. It snapped and the whole thing came undone around her with a sigh of fabric that would have been satisfying if it had been intentional.

“Oh, dear!” Stefano, his voice pitching up two octaves as the tailor and his assistants rushed in to fix things. The photographer put away her camera and went for a smoke break.

Shivs struggled not to laugh at the tailor’s awkwardly cautious manner while Crocodile glared down at him. “That is never going to fit back in there.”

Stefano gave her a look more panicked than when Crocodile had threatened shutting all of this down. “What are we going to do?!”

Shivs shifted as the tailor’s assistant helped her into a bathrobe. “Well, Stefano,” she said with a waggle of her eyebrows. “I know what to do about that.”

He stared at her for a long moment.

Then clapped his hands.

“You heard the lady, everyone out! Out!”

“Soooo,” Shivs said when everyone was gone, running her hand up his hard shaft. “What are we going to do about this?”

Crocodile reached for the back of her head and drew her to him for a kiss. She responded greedily and he drank her eagerness in as the gluttonous creature within him stirred from sleep.

“If you put your pretty pussy around it, you're not coming off any time soon,” he rumbled against her lips when they parted.

"Tempting as that sounds, I suppose we can't."

He was rock hard as she fitted her palms around him, just below the head, and pulled down with short, firm tugs that drew rapidly louder grunts from him. Holding on to his hip, she straddled his thigh again and rode against him with a languid roll of her hips that send sparks of pleasure up her spine as she jerked him off.

When he reached down to rub her clit, she almost immediately lost it, so wound up the whole affair had left her.

"Cum. For me. Doll," he grunted near her ear, his breath hot bursts against the side of her neck.

She whined pitifully as a short, intense orgasm cut through her so sharp and clear that it brought tears to her eyes. Trembling against him as she clenched around his thigh, savouring the sweet after pleasure. When she recovered, his large cock throbbed in her grip, precum leaking down his shaft and running between her fingers.

“I need those pretty thighs of yours, sweetheart.”

“I need you inside me,” she complained as he dislodged her from his thigh. She reached for his neck, tried to drag him on top of her as she spread her legs. The reverberating groan that drew from him did things to her.

“No -ngh- honey.” He struggled to turn her around as she squirmed underneath him. He was this close to shoving his cock into her soaking pussy and fuck them both into a stupor.

Instead, he pulled her up unto her knees and then feet. He leaned unto his hand, dragging her up against him. The angle was awkward, but no matter. He hooked her thighs together, his cock straining between their soft, hot skin. He groaned as he pressed along her slick pussy.

She complained, fingers curling into fists on the wooden boards as she bucked back into his thrusts, his breath hot along her back.

“You wanted the damn photoshoot,” he grunted, picking up his pace.

“I want y-you,” she whined, and he had to force his hook around her waist to keep her from tilting her hips trying to get his cock inside her.

If that happened, he wouldn't be able to stop.

He threw his weight around and leaned on his hook instead, so he could reach his hadn between her thighs.

“I know, doll,” he grunted as he rubbed two fingers roughly against her clit, drinking in the way her whines pitched into moans.

“I will - hrng- fuck you. So good. Later.”

“Oh-ah!” She cried out as a second orgasm rushed through her like an oncoming wave and he pounded himself through it with quick, hard thrusts between her trembling thighs. They squeezed around his shaft as he came with a low, drawn out groan that made the bananawani look up. She felt its timbre against her back as he dumped his load on the boards beneath them with a noise that made her bite her lip as she caught his gaze across her shoulder.

By the time the Sphinxxx crew dared approach, they’d settled beside the snoozing bananawani enjoying that glass of brandy and a smoke. It had hardly been enough, but his dick had gone soft and it took the edge off. That’d have to be enough.

“Shit,” Shivs said when she noticed the incriminatingly bar-shaped bruises streaking her left hip.

“Not to worry,” Stefano said quickly. “We can retouch that away.”

“I like it,” Crocodile rumbled against her ear as his fingertips traced her hip.

Shivs stretched against him, nestling into his hold as she sipped the brandy.

“Bet you do,” she said against the glass.

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“Ohhh, it has a little tail! I love that!” Shivs exclaimed when Crocodile had turned around to go where Stefano pointed them.

The last set of nightwear the Sphinxxx designer had brought for them to model was distinctly seasonal. And though not usually one for these kinds of things, Shivs had to admit she didn’t hate it. Predictably, she was wearing a Mrs Santa ensemble that comprised a very short red velvet skirt edged in genuine white fur that felt sinful soft against her skin. It came paired with an impressively v-necked hooded crop top in the same style. She’d opted for stockings and red heels to go with it, because it felt half-finished without them. Stefano had been thrilled.

However, instead of matching Crocodile with a Santa-inspired outfit, they’d actually gone for a reindeer. A very big, very hunky reindeer.

The outfit comprised a short sleeved top that barely reached to his midrif and struggled to contain his pects, and boxer briefs with cut outs at the thighs that only just managed to contain him. The whole affair was a seasonal chocolate brown, except for the smudge of white on the chest, thighs and butt. It had taken some convincing to get him to wear it. Nevermind, the antlered headband. But that, and the boxer brief’s little reindeer tail delivered the whole thing to grace.

No, she definitely didn’t hate it.

They had returned inside, to Rain Dinners' primary casino floor, which had already been decorated the previous weekend for the upcoming season. Stefano had been conflicted about where they’d do the shoot - by the oiled wood and polished brass of the Grand Café bar, or at the colonnade with the nightlights of Rainbase through the window wall? Shivs had casually suggested they could do the shoot at her table, and he’d loved that.

“No, no, lay down flat. Pretend it's grass and this is summer - yes,” Stefano said as Shivs laid down on her stomach on the poker table, leaning on her elbows with her hands under her chin and idly kicking up her feet.

“Good, perfect!” His tone was as cheerful as the decor as he handed her the poker cards. “Hold ‘em like you mean it, darling.”

“Devil’s in the details.” Shivs winked as she tossed the third card back to him, then put down the right amount of community cards as well. “That’s a little too much.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” Crocodile rumbled not even pretending to lower his voice as he leaned over her as instructed.

That drew awkward looks from everyone, and a chortle from her that settled pleasantly in the pit of his stomach as he leaned unto his hand and pretended to be interested in the cards instead of the feel of her damp cunt against his cock. The moist spot discolouring her panties under the short skirt hadn’t lied.

“No, not quite,” Stefano rubbed his chin, then snapped his fingers. “Indicate one of the cards.”

“Well, that’s a solid tell,” Shivs said with a snort.

“Art, art! This is art, not an actual game,” Stefano protested. “Go on, please.”

Crocodile shifted his weight unto his hand, indicating one of the two cards Shivs held with the tip of his hook.

“A little nearer - perfect!”

He leaned in closer as the camera clicked, pressing his cock against her firm butt. “You look like a seasonal treat good enough to eat, doll,” he grunted under his breath.

Shivs arched her back with a little noise, spreading her thighs more to accommodate him. She glanced away from the cards to catch his gaze from the corner of her eye. “Don’t tempt me to take you up on that, Blitzen.”

The rumble at the back of his throat as she felt his cock stiffen against her made her smile at the cards.

When they rounded up the last shot, Stefano came towards them positively aglow. “This was wonderful,” he said in a near reverent tone. “Stunning. Perfect.”

Crocodile lit a cigar, letting the praise shower him. Shivs suspected it smoothed his rankled humours from earlier today.

“Let me gift you any one of these,” the Sphinxxx designer added. “It would be my honour.”

“These ones,” Shivs said immediately. It was the little tail, truly.

Crocodile glanced down at her through a cloud of smoke. Amusement tugged his lips around his cigar.

“What she said.”

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“That what you want, doll?” Crocodile said as he ran his hand up her side and under the top’s red velvet to palm her breast.

“Yes. It will turn out to be the best picture,” Shivs said as she laid down on her stomach and leaned on her elbows, hands under her chin. They were in their bedroom, facing the floor length mirrors opposite the curving window wall, wearing the seasonal set that she’d claimed for them. A cheeky glance at him from across her shoulder. “And I want to see it already.”

“You do look good, doll.” He pushed the short skirt up, fingers running through the soft fur edge and against her warm skin. He palmed her firm butt, pulling the cheeks apart. Her crimson panties were soaked, just as they’d been during the photo shoot.

“My own seasonal treat,” he said as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder, sliding fingers under her panties and between her wet folds. Her little huff when he pushed two into her slick cunt made his cock throb for its tight embrace. “I wanted to rail you every time your pretty pussy pressed against me.”

“Wish you had,” Shivs said as she arched into his touch, pressed her hips into his palm as his fingers drew sparks of pleasure from her core with their every move. She spread her legs further, wanting him against her the way he’d been during the photo shoot. “Wani, please. Need to feel you against me, on top of me. Like that. Again.”

She whined when he withdrew his fingers, and moaned when she felt his hips and weight settle against her instead. Their gazes crossed in the mirror.

“That what you’d do, doll?” he asked as he leaned over her, all but cheek to cheek as he dry humped against her butt, making her feel his erection. “Come to the stable at night and let all the good reindeer stuff your tight, needy hole like a little slut?”

“I only know a bad one,” she replied with half a moan. “But his cock is the best one.”

“Is that so?” he grunted as he pulled the boxer brief’s crotch out of the way and pushed his hard shaft along her clothed cunt and groaned at how wet the thin fabric of her panties felt.

“He always fucks me good and proper,” she said between huffs of need, pressing back against him to feel more. “I love how his thick dick spreads me open, fills me so fucking good.”

“Like this?” He pulled the soaked fabric aside and shoved his hard cock into her in one smooth thrust, the slick noise of her soaking cunt drawing him in incriminatingly loud in the quiet bedroom.

Her moan broke and set fire to the desire that had been smoldering in his loins.

“Oh, yess!” she whined when she felt him bottom out, stretching her so deliciously around him. The tip boldly pushed against her back walls, wanting to go further still. She cramped around him when he stayed put, pushed back against his hips. “F-fuck me.”

He watched her squirm and claw at their bedsheets. Felt her squeeze so tightly around his shaft it made him clench his teeth. He leaned close against her, his breath hot against the back of her neck. “What’s that, doll?”

“F-fuck - ngh- me, damnit,” she cursed as she pushed back against him, desperate for friction, any friction. “Make me f-feel your thick cock. You filthy beast.”

“Beast?” he rumbled with a firm thrust that wrested a groan from him as he blunted against the back wall of her tight hole.

“A-ah! Yes!” she whined half muffled into a fistfull of sheets. “More. Damnit.”

“More?” he grunted into her ear as he locked his hand around her shoulder and his hook behind the far edge of their bed. He wanted, no, needed, to hear her scream for him.

“Ye-ah! Yes!” She’d all but buried her face in their bedsheets, fingers clenching around the pale silk.

“Didn’t my little honey want to see?” he said as he struggled to control himself, hold back from recklessly thrusting into her wet, cramping pussy a moment longer. He pushed her chin up with his index finger as he started pounding his cock into her with thrusts that shook her whole frame. Thrusts whose wet slaps filled their bedroom as the slick noises of her soaking pussy eagerly taking him made him hungry for more. Much more.

“Look up, doll.”

The horny greed in her gaze when they met in the mirror made him groan as his cock throbbed. She was perfect, and his. She fed the ravenous beast within him the way no one else did. No one else could. Not any more. Not ever.

“Scream -ngh - for me, honey,” he grunted as he strained into his pushes, groaning as he forcefully pulled himself up by his hook with long, deep thrusts that damn near made him see stars. She screamed for him then as she watched him wreck her, shattering her cries with his thrusts. And when she started cramping around him, his low cries joined hers as he spilled his load deep in her tight cunt.

Feeling his arm give way under him, he turned to fall on his side into the rumped sheets beside her, drawing her with him as he rode out his orgasm with languid thrusts. She turned her head up and they kissed as he reached under her top again. She made a delightfully hazy noise against his lips when he stroke her hard nipple.

The timid knock at the doorpost drew an irritated grunt from him that made her want to fuck him again.

It was Anthony, his gaze fixed firmly on the ceiling. He was holding something, a magazine by the look of it.

“What.” Crocodile grunted.

“The draft print came in, sir,” Anthony said as he held out the magazine, gaze never straying. “They will hit the shelves tomorrow, I was told. Unless, of course, you object.”

“Oh!” Shivs was up and rising so fast that he groaned when his cock slid from her tight pussy. He rolled unto his back and watched his cum leak down her thighs as she grabbed his dress shirt and shrugged it on while trotting to his secretary. He reached for the night stand without bothering to get up, flipping a cigar from the box laying atop of it.

“Thank you, Tony,” Shivs said as she accepted the magazine from him.

“No problem, ma’am,” Anthony said without meeting her gaze, keeping it diligently up. “If there is nothing else?”

“Absolutely nill,” Crocodile said as he sat up and lit the cigar, and his secretary quickly made himself scarce.

“Look what they put on the cover,” Shivs said, clearly delighted, as she came towards him, proudly showing that seasonal shot she’d loved so well she’d made him wreck her like that not five minutes ago.

“Seems you got your wish,” he huffed through a puff of smoke as he reached out to her with hook and hand.

She chortled as she took hold of his hook and let him draw her into his lap. “This sensationalist line they added about seasonal fun at the casino makes it sound like we got a whole something here for select guests, haha.”

“No, no other reindeer,” he grumbled, making her laugh.

“Don’t you worry,” she said as she sat up to press a kiss against his lips, hand stroking across his lower stomach. “None could hope to compare.”

The molified noise he made in response made her smile as she curled up against him with the magazine. “It looks so pretty,” she said as she ran her fingers across the full colour pages.

“That’s because you’re in it,” he said as he looked at them from above her shoulder. The article was a little ways into the middle of the fashion magazine. Eleven pages of quality photographs and there wasn’t a single one they didn’t like. It was only when she paged back to the front that they noticed the envelope taped into the inner cover.

There was a note in it emblazoned with the Sphinxx calligraphy, and a stack of photographs.

‘It was a delight and honour to work with the both of you. These did not make the cut, but I dare say I’d be in trouble if I did away with them, wouldn’t I?

Con affetto, Masotti Stefano.'

The delight with which she went through the additional pictures made the creature coil inside him with a purr.

“Oh, but these came out nice too?” Shivs said as she held one up.

It looked like a candid shot as they walked to their intended spot during the shoot in his office. He’d just taken a draw from his cigar, a fond glance shrouded in smoke as she tugged him along by his hook, glancing over her shoulder with a smile as radiant as the desert sun.

Crocodile plucked it from her fingers. “This one will sit in my office.”

“I want a bigger print of this one,” she said as she shielded another one from view. He tugged at her shoulder with his hook to see. It was one from the second location, outside, with the bananawani. On it, he sat in one of the cast iron deck chairs, the large animal and the sprawling Rainbase oasis behind him. She stood against his inner thigh, leaning into him as she held up a lighter so he could light his cigar. It was a good shot, except for the part where all of his everything was breaching containment from the frightfully complicated thong.

“I am going to hang it at my table,” she declared as she held it against her chest.

“Absolutely not!” he objected, smoke escaping him as he tried to snatch it from her.

She dodged and laughed, rolling off his lap amid a flock of scattering photographs. Then jumped up, the incriminating picture held high in hand. “Maybe that'll keep 'em piped down!”

He tangled himself out of the blasted sheets, biting down on his cigar as he gave chase.

“Get back here!”

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Robin basked in the bright, sunny morning as she sauntered down Rainbase’s boulevard with her bestie, Miguella. They’d gotten the largest, fanciest lattes they could find and she had put them on Crocodile’s tab. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t taste better for it.

“We could go to All Stars or Seven Palms tonight?” Miguella said as she stirred her straw through the whipcream of her latte.

“All Stars.” Robin let the latte’s creamy texture take over her thoughts for a moment. “They’ll know to find us in Seven Palms, we go there too often.”

“They’re mad at you?”

“I am mad at them.”

Robin scowled. It was always excessively embarrassing when they did something like this, even when it was just lame old suit brands. She didn’t need to hear from everyone and their dog how good they looked, how amazing they were, and how lucky she was. She hated it here. She’d run away if she actually had anywhere else she could go without being turned in on sight.

It was strange, though, for they hadn’t even tried to curfew her the past weekend. Perhaps they felt bad and hadn’t gone through with it? That’d be a first.

As they sauntered down the boulevard, not all its souvenir and food stands had opened yet. And the lady at the corner kiosk was just dragging the ‘newly arrived’ stand outside.

And that’s where she saw it.

Rendered in glossy full-colour, proud as could be on the front of Fashion First. Them. How dare? Her on her stomach on one of the casino’s poker tables, wearing the skimpiest sexy-Santa skirt and top you could still put on a front cover without being delegated to the randy back corner of a 24/7 shop. And him, dressed up as a goddamn reindeer, leaning over her back in what couldn’t possibly be an accidental posing. They pretended to be engrossed by the cards she was holding, but Robin knew better. She could fucking tell from their stupid horny glances.

Standing there, in the sunny, quiet boulevard. She thought she might actually scream.

“Hey! Aren’t that your parents?” Miguella said, and had the gall to chortle about it.

“They are NOT my parents, and they are dead to me!” Robin screamed, and stormed off.

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Horny hell seat reservations - @tiredemomama @smut-goblin @ruledbyproblematique @momodwriter @littlemountainwolf @fanaticsnail @feral-artistry - have a very merry Christmas with a shot of crocaine on the house.

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hiii :3 hope it is okay that im doing an ask 😰😰

I hope that you’ve been doing well this year! I love your writing so much! I have never sent you an ask before so I dont know how to write it….

This new chapter is so amazing as usual! I love your descriptions and just…everything that you write is so unique to my brain I’m unsure on how to praise it correctly.

These are my favourite bits as of now:

Rodimus grabbed his waist with unexpected speed and tried to pull him sideways. "My... hrgh, you're heavier than you look! My turn on top.”

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The disk data pads joke coming full circle, brilliant.

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his side, his flame-shaped chest. Soundwave touched Rodimus's face with his fingers. A very slow, soft touch.

Rodimus kissed his fingertips as they passed his lips. They were thin and light. Hidden in the single joint of each was a ring of blue biolights.

"Tell me someday," said Rodimus quietly.

"Affirmative." Soundwave held his fingers against Rodimus's face. Rodimus nuzzled them.

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Its absence pressed cold on Soundwave's plating. He leaned forward and said softly, "Preferred: true cheerfulness.

Preferred: Rodimus, happy."

Rodimus looked up at him. His eyes flashed. His field seeped out with surprise and a little pain.

Soundwave wanted nothing more than to wrap his tentacles around Rodimus, feel his sparkpulse, pulse something in return that would bring that smile back. He wondered if Rodimus had agreed to ignite the crystal for the portal only, or if he had another reason, a deeper reason-

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But another thing I’ve found interesting throughout the whole fic is obviously drift and rodimus’s ex-situationship i guess you could say. And this bit:

"Rodimus! Did you get-" Drift stopped short before their table. "Oh my god." He looked back and forth between Rodimus and Soundwave. "That aura." Rodimus's face fell.

He yanked his field in. Soundwave held perfectly still, uncertain what was happening. Drift gave Rodimus a faint look of horror. "Don't tell me it was with him.

"Okay. It wasn't with him," said Rodimus, a warning tone in his voice. "And since it wasn't, there's no reason to say anything about it to anyone."

—broke me omg. I was also wondering, since a few of my friends also read this, if there was a previous fic written of the grey/greying years with ratchet, rodimus and drift? I have seen you talk about it and it seems very:

😰🫣🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️😳😭❤️💔🖤❤️‍🩹.

And if there is a previous fic about it i would love to read it, but obviously i am very content with everything you have written!!!

i dont know how to end asks but i am finished! hope you are doing well :DD

Alright it's been about 5 days since Ch 46 was uploaded so hopefully anyone who was trying to avoid spoilers has gotten to read it. I've been saving this ask til now for that reason.

Thanks so much for the kind message :D It's always fun to see which parts people liked.

>The disk data pads joke coming full circle, brilliant. heheHEHE. there are quite a few circles in this fic. glad you enjoyed :D

>if there was a previous fic written of the grey/greying years with ratchet, rodimus and drift? no, no previous fic. the characters are referencing the event, just as they've referenced the Scavengers or TCs, etc etc. Dratchet isn't a pairing I'm into, so I'm unlikely to explore the gray years in a fic. But I'll never say never. Obviously there's interest in this, and I think it could be a very powerful story (although devastating for Rodimus).

Thank you again for the kind ask! Hope you are doing well, too :)

#ask #thebassist0106 #the gray years #I will think about it #I really don't like dratchet BUT #I think the lines I gave them are among the most powerful in the whole fic #Drift saying he won't let any harm come to Ratchet. that line #I think it's important to be able to write the things you don't like #respectfully and realistically #they're in canon and they're in TEG #they're in love and they're thriving #I just don't like Ratchet paired up lol #but I can give him happiness #I AM A BENEVOLENT WRITING GOD.

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edosianorchids901 · 1 year

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Adaptability

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "what comes next"

“Ow. Ow. Hrgh. Ouch. Nnng. Shit.”

Aziraphale looked up from his book. He’d been simply sitting and reading for the past few hours while Crowley reorganized the cluttered bookshop to his heart’s content. That was a bit of an alarming string of sounds, though, even from Crowley. “Dear boy?”

“Don’t worry, m’… Ow!”

“Don’t worry, you’re ow?” Setting aside his book, Aziraphale leaned to try to see him. “Those two statements don’t go together particularly well.”

“M’ fine!” A muffled string of profanity followed.

Whatever the trouble, he was not fine. Aziraphale rose and went in search of him among the rows of shelves.

He didn’t have to search long. Crowley was sitting on the floor now, leaning back against a bookcase with his eyes closed and a stack of leather bound books clutched in his slender hands. “My dear. Whatever are you doing down there?”

Crowley’s eyes cracked open, a gleam of gold in the shadows. “Ow.”

Aziraphale sighed and went over to pluck the books from his hands. He put them on the nearest shelf, then crouched back down and cupped Crowley’s slightly clammy cheek. “You overdid it, didn’t you? What is it this time?”

“Hrng.” For a moment, Crowley just glared at him. Then he yielded, sighing. “Shoulders, I think. Mostly.”

That old silly. He was dreadful at pacing himself, even though he knew perfectly well that pushing himself too hard made his pain much worse. Aziraphale resisted the urge to chide him, though. “Perhaps enough organizing for today, then?”

“Yeah, probably. Help me up?” Crowley offered a winning smile, as well as his arm.

“Always.” Carefully, Aziraphale took hold of his demon. He didn’t try to pull Crowley up—that had a much higher risk of hurting him worse. Instead, he just held on, providing stability and support while Crowley struggled to his feet.

Although wincing, Crowley managed it. He let out a soft hiss, blinked a few times, and looked up at the shelves. “Got a lot done, though. It’s rather good organization.”

“I’m sure.” Aziraphale kept hold of his arm for the first few limping steps, then loosened his grip in case Crowley wanted to pull free. He didn’t. “So, what next? Would you like to do something together, instead?”

“I always like doing things together. You’re the one who was reading alone.” The twinkle in Crowley’s eye said he was teasing. “To start, though, think we should probably sit down, and then we’ll figure out what comes next. Sofa?”

“Always a wise location, quite ideal for many lovely activities.” And then, they could indeed figure out what came next.

Crowley dropped onto the sofa with a groan and rubbed his left shoulder. Then he grabbed a sketchbook, flipped it open, and began to scribble in it with his pen that could write underwater.

Amused, Aziraphale miracled up tea. That was always a good start, although they’d likely progress to stronger drinks in time. Wine, perhaps, or some truly excellent single malt scotch he’d picked up a while back. One of Crowley’s favorites.

“Okay,” Crowley announced after a few minutes. “I have a plan.”

“Tea first.” Unable to stop smiling at his husband’s dramatic declaration, Aziraphale held out a cup. “And then you may present your plan.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I will.” Crowley accepted the tea and gulped it down, then grabbed a pillow and set it in his lap. He rested the sketchbook on it, likely so he didn’t have to hold it up and tax his sore shoulders. “Okay, so. Step was one was the sofa. Next up…”

He opened the sketchbook to reveal a haphazard sketch. A bottle of alcohol, two glasses, and Talisker printed in big uneven block letters.

Aziraphale laughed. “I suspected as much.”

“You know me well. So, we start with scotch, and then.” Although moving slowly, Crowley turned to the next page. Another sketch, this time of… something. Rectangular, black… “We watch a film.”

“Oh!” Understanding now, Aziraphale tapped the sketchbook. “I see. That’s a television.”

Crowley gave him a withering but entertained look. “Yes, angel. It’s a television. That television.”

He pointed to the telly across from the sofa, the one they’d installed after Crowley moved in. Aziraphale brought out the scotch with a miracle and poured. “So, what are we watching?”

“Hn, dunno. I’ve got a list of ideas, though.” Crowley flipped to that page, showed him, and then turned to the next one. “This is the ultimate end game of the plan.”

There, hastily and somewhat badly drawn, was a sketch that was clearly meant to represent the two of them curled up together on the sofa. Snuggling close, Aziraphale’s arm around Crowley’s shoulders. Wide smiles on their faces.

Chuckling again, Aziraphale offered a glass of scotch. “While I presume that the snuggling is intended to take place later, may I make a suggestion? A slight alteration to the plan?”

“Yeah, absolutely.” Crowley held his hand out for the scotch, although he didn’t reach up to take it. Likely couldn’t, with the strain to his poor shoulders. Aziraphale handed the glass to him. “Always up for refinements to the plan, especially if they’re good ones. Adaptable, me.”

“Well, in that case.” Aziraphale took a sip of his Talisker, then slid closer. He gently wrapped an arm around Crowley, careful not to put too much pressure on his shoulders. “I suggest that we start snuggling earlier. Perhaps while selecting our film.”

“Oooh.” Grinning, Crowley cuddled up closer to him. “Brilliant addition to the plan, angel. I like how you think.”

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley

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desultory-novice · 2 years

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I've been reading your various theories/analysis on the Nightmare Wizard and I was impressed what you came up with, given how HAL has given us virtually nothing on Mr. chin man.

It's a somewhat popular headcanon that Meta Knight was created by or at the very least connected to Nightmare, but this came from evidence in the anime canon. I was wondering what are your thoughts on this theory based on game lore?

Hrgh! I LOVE Nightmare! I have so much fun writing him and speculating on him! I mean, whether he's an actual physical, incarnation of the concept of bad dreams or just a once-upon-a-time power hungry Wizard who decided to name himself after the concept... that's so cool?!? It doesn't even bother me that he gets jobbed all the time. It's the POTENTIAL!!

I love his VA, Banjo Ginga, too. This wizard might have a chin the length of a galaxy but he's got a VOICE to back it up!

Now, you said game lore, but I'm going to go ahead and talk HC because, like you said, we know almost nothing canonical about Mr Chin Man, but the chance of a Halcandra connection seems GOOD at least. (Actually, even better now with a parallel version of him showing up in the same game with the Gem Apple Tree?)

So, I strongly HC him as being responsible for Marx (in several ways) but anime-originating or no, I think making him Meta's creator/corruptor is a fun little theory.

It's common to assume Kirby's species just gains wings as a matter of fact (I'm undecided, despite the fact that we have three winged... err, four if you count Zero Two - then again, those are apparently veins?? // why did this never click for me despite the fact that they show it in the END CREDITS?! // so maybe three - members of the "species") but if you start the whole line at Galacta, as a progenitor being or even god, with their unsullied angel wings, there is something "monstrous" about Meta Knight's devil/bat wings. He LOOKS like the "evil clone" despite being more the hero on every level.

(...Once we forget the military coup. Silly tangent, but I saw someone on Twitter make a joke about Elfilis and the Beast Pack forcing the captured Waddle Dees to work the generators and how cruel that's portrayed, when Meta Knight's own ship uses Wheelies for the same purpose! ...Of course, maybe that's just exercise for Wheelies? We don't know if it was mean... necessarily...)

Speaking of Meta Knight and a questionable past, I was thinking the other day about DMK and Marx and since they're the last two of the "You jerks don't deserve to be Dream Friends!" trio - Magolor having proven himself a true friend and worthy ally after an extended trip through hell - and trying to think just what Dark Meta Knight and Marx could possibly have in common. (Outside of Salty French Bread canon (?) where they get along surprisingly well. Then again, everyone in that group is a secret maniac, except Adeleine) This is especially when I step back and remember that DMK is still BASED ON Meta Knight. Meta Knight's thoughts and feelings exist somewhere within Dark Meta Knight, they're just twisted. (And under what grounds would META KNIGHT ever have to get along with/sympathize with/feel camaraderie with Marx??)

.That's a long way to get around to saying I'm actually REALLY fond of Nightmare Knight (...is that a badass name or what?! Also love that his independent play modes are called "Meta Knightmare" Too bad that's a localization only thing, as it would be GREAT fort this theory...) as a splinter HC! I actually have a lot of room for this to fit in my personal/main HC too!

(:cough: since I liked to imagine Nightmare as a former Halcandran Geneticist, this would not even be hard for him, especially if he managed to get ahold of Galacta Knight's DNA. And my Nightmare, who absolutely has a twisted sense of "humor"...

"You COULD have given the Noddies arms, you know." "Ha! They're literally engineered to sleep all day! What possible use would they have for arms? Grabbing a pillow??" :later, Marx, trying and failing to grab a pillow: "...Grrrr...!!!"

...would absolutely see Meta Knight as a consummate warrior and thus, as the "cherry on top" program him with an insatiable lust for battle, "...just like his stabbity-happy genetic predecessor!" Something Meta Knight is constantly trying to combat w/ copious amounts of book reading and fancy sweets... :cough:)

You know, it would be kind of fun, too, if that played into the reason Meta acted so unusual in Adventure. He's on-board with Dedede's plan to stop Nightmare, but he also knows well enough that the stall won't STOP Nightmare and thus, he supports Kirby throughout the puff's adventure.

Or maybe Meta Knight was even fighting his genetic programming/monster nature during that campaign? (Does that happen in the anime, too? Generally decent critters who are monster-fied try to fight the evil inside??) The potential story ideas are endless!

I was told at one point that Marx pulling his MWW stunt out of hunger from the "Spring Breeze" famine was the only way to explain how his game fit in the "plot" of Super Star. But when I think about Nightmare reaching out his long claws to manipulate both Marx and Meta Knight (one last tangent: but Noddies are pink just like Kirby. Both Marx and Meta Night look like them but with a distinct blue(ish, in Marx's case) palette. And who else is those colors??) the fact that you unlock Milky Way Wishes after Revenge of Meta Knight (I lied/another tangent: What IS Meta Knight "revenging" anyway? His defeat? The one he basically engineered in Kirby's Adventure? Weird thing to get upset about...) could also give you a slightly different take on that "storyline." Maybe?

The only thing I DON'T like about this theory is it would potentially make Meta Knight realllllllly old. Centuries, even. And that doesn't matter so much if you throw out the concept of realistic human-esque aging in Kirby altogether (which I sometimes do, because I'd easily take "Kirby is hundreds of years old but STILL maintains a young, optimistic, innocent point of view" over "Kirby is an almighty battle toddler" - We don't know Kirby's actual age, but I've seen some numbers thrown out by fans, and the idea of non-chalantly sending a literal 6-10 year old to do the stuff Kirby puts up with in game makes me uneasy) but in a lot of cases, I think i prefer Meta Knight to be closer to a contemporary with the main gang?

Chalk me up as one of those people that thinks Meta Knight tries his hardest to act mature, to always be seen as the "smartest and the eldest" but is actually a big, huge dork on the inside. Like he decided he would have the role of "group adult" only because he wanted it, not because he did anything to earn it.

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jakowskis · 5 months

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Day 23 - Discuss Tosh. Opinions? Favorite moment? Least favorite moment? Any unpopular opinions? Any fun headcanons?

tosh my babygirl my princess light of my life angel darling… shes so good. shes so good 🥺 i love her dearly. she’s so damn underutilized i hate how the show regulates her to a supporting role + only uses her for romantic plots. WACK shes so much more than that. i want a plotline about her cyberterrorism like hello??? i want a plotline about her warped little mind.. i want a plotline about her finally learning spanish ;-; that show did not do her justice and it did not deserve her. i often say torchwood’s characters are too good for the show; tosh is probs the best example of that. no other character gets screwed over as badly as she does by the narrative (not even ianto!) she’s so tragic and lonely i just wanna give her the biggest hug ever.

fav moment… every time she smiles. (or smirks. hrgh. tosh call me.) also every time she geeks out about smth. im tryna think of a specific moment but idk if i have one?? i just love her overall i smile every time she’s on screen she’s my girlie. when i rewatch i might rmr one though

least favorite moment, the absolute only thing i can think of (hell, my only complaint with her as a character other than i wish she’d get over owen cuz bad taste queen pls u deserve sm better) - it’s always bothered me how she goes over to owen’s flat in aditd and just starts babbling about her own problems. she even says something like “you think everything’s about you”, and in that ep it’s like ??? why are they all acting like he’s unjustified being miserable and angry when he's fucking dead?? like they're all so unsympathetic and mean, even tosh, and out of her it's especially weird?? tbh it just strikes me as ooc (+ kind of misogynistic highkey) writing. i mean, by all means, let tosh bitch, she deserves to blow off some steam + esp deserves to be rude to owen tbh fhsdkjfsd, but the way it’s done in that particular moment feels ooc and, like, how men write women as talking too much and never listening lmao u kno what i mean (owen’s tuned out in the actual episode but you can see her full ramble in the original script, on page 23). tosh has never troubled anyone with her issues before, why would she choose now to, and when she knows owen’s struggling? yeah, on second thought, i don’t hold that against her actually, that’s ooc to me fhdkf. thts just the writer being a wiener.

my only unpopular opinions (slash hot takes) are that 1) towen fucking SUCKS get her away from him, and 2) most people like tosh but she’s highkey underappreciated, esp in fanfic, because of fandom racism + misogyny. she’s not bashed like gwen is but she’s ignored completely which is nearly as bad, and a lot of it’s cuz she happens to be in a show with two white men in a gay relationship who are overwhelmingly prioritized 💀 i will never not be petty about the way that ship dwarfs everything else in comparison. also throwing towen into the background of janto is so gross n cheap. if ppl cared abt her they'd do smth more interesting. and it's never well-done either. ugh.

i have a few hcs that are gonna end up in my owento verse (gwen and tosh are prominent characters in it bc i love them, and their relationships w owen and ianto and each other also have value lawl). tbh a lot of em are just things i think they should introduce into their lives to be happier. i want them happy ;-;

she starts coding video games recreationally!! nothing fancy but she rlly enjoys it + also gets into the swing of making little storylines n getting to express herself that way which is good for her. owen playtests shit for her

her and gwen go on spa dates sometimes. they put it on the torchwood credit card

she gets into fish tanks and fish tank care!!! esp like aquarium plants. shrimp and moss balls, that sort of thing. maybe plecos or loaches. she loves it + it’s grounding, which is good for her bc shes otherwise always got her head in her computers yanno. she’ll sit by her tank while she codes her games and the water sounds are calming.

she also sits by it while she studies her spanish books which she does finally do. she doesn’t get around to the piano, though; doesn’t prioritize buying a keyboard. maybe one day (this is a nobody dies au btw so she will in fact eventually get around to it ;-;)

oh she’s autistic have i said that. the fish tanks absolutely become a spin. she has a few we know of from canon - math and computers, obviously, but also history (gbg) and the uk’s rivers (from gooseberry; i think it was just the uk maybe it was europe’s rivers. or the world’s! i don’t remember). she also loves trivia like she knows a fair amount about quite a lot of things + loves accumulating random info

lowkey also. giving her a kitty. i think tosh should have a lil fuzzy kitty to keep her company

well this is smth from my owandy verse but i think it should happen anyway. so it kind of kicks off bc gwen mixes up a blind date (it was gonna be tosh & andy and then owen & a friend of hers, but shes an adhd icon n bungles the invites <3)... tosh ends up with gwen’s friend, who’s straight, but they hit it off and she invites tosh to have drinks or maybe come to a bookclub meet or something with some friends of hers?? point is, tosh makes some casual friends. maybe meets a pretty girl there or smth 👁️ but mainly i want tosh to have girl friends like i think she grew up very lonely i want her to have some normalcy

also sometimes i like tosh x andy maybe they have a little meet cute at a torchwood crime scene or smth fshdkfd. i think they’d be cute and he’d treat her well. she'd babble abt tech stuff and he wouldnt understand a damn word but he'd listen very intently

i also like tosh x ianto for similar reasons. i think it’d be a kind of friends to lovers sitch... they should just be close in general tbh, platonically or not yanno, and in my owandy verse i like the idea of smth kicking off between them i just think theyd be so sweet

she’s a very sleepy drunk and also a lightweight. if the team goes out to drink she’ll get two glasses of smth moderately fruity and then fall asleep against someone’s shoulder it’s very cute (this is just cuz i like the idea of a sleepy tosh 🥺 my baby my baby shes so precious to meee)

#tdot #txt

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datastate · 4 months

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nno chapter 4.5! less things to say i fear. i'm just along for the ride. the second half of ch4 made my heart drop though so that gets its own post because What the fuck

so creepy <3 that is all. i really like it

raimei you're hurting him... (honestly i really like how he's drawn in the second panel though... <3)

& BEHOLD: WORLD'S RICHEST YOUNG ADULT!

i need miharu and mob to meet post-haste and share their terrible fashion senses with each other. who needs overwhelming powers when you can inflict psychic damage in other, "cooler" ways. of course kiryu's along for the ride to help them buy whatever they need (<- ALSO LACKS FASHION SENSE)

i love this entire cast they're all so weird <3 i actually meant to mention in the prev post, but idk if it's just for jokes or what, but i think. raimei has prosopagnosia too? or maybe i'm reading too much into it. NO MATTER! i like them :3

GIGGLING <3 god if i read nno when i was in middle school i would've loved miharu like 100x more (& i already really like him <3). little menace that he is...

aromantic beam...

"but we must endure; that is why we are ninjas" ohhh miharu you are. taking this as best you can in stride... hrgh. i can't say more than i already have in the prev post but. ohhh i see you, mister 'normal'

#jestersvaguely #nnolb #PAGE 21/22 OF CH4??? HELLO? HELLO? I THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST GOING TO BE NORMAL TRAIN RIDE & INTRODUCTION #TOBARI. I. OHHH. HMMM.#i need another little snack. as a treat to balance the upcoming horrors. what is happening...

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chikn-n-haaaam · 1 year

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Random rehab AU scene where Tommy (tweek) comes out as an age regressor to his very supportive mom in law

Tommy is sixteen in this passage

Ok to read when regressed

No content warnings except brief mentions of trauma and implied noncon drug abuse

Also Tommy stimming

So, in June, Tommy was with Laura at their own living room, and Laura has something to say. She noticed many times how her son would act childish from time to time, so she chose to ask him a question about his behavior.

“…Honey?”

Tommy slowly looked at his mother and blinked with his heavily baggy eyes “Mgh…w-what?”

“Honey, I have a question.” Tommy cocked his head like a dog hearing an interesting noise.

“I don’t mean to be rude, and I love you very much, but I wanted to know…why do you act so..young? Mamas curious, she’s seen you do this for a while, she’s babies you, which you said you like, and I’m trying to understand you as much as I can because I care for you.”

“Mmn…mgh…” Tommy got his phone, went to his notes and clicked on a link. He continued moaning as a sort of stim to soothe him as he gave his phone to Laura.

“‘What is age regression’? Oh, honey, is that what is called?”

Tommy nodded, still moaning and slightly rocking back and forth.

…

“OH, so you act younger because how stressed and traumatized you are?”

“Hrgh…y-yeah…”

“So, honey, you’ve always had big problems with mental illness, but when you found out what your parents did to you, you started regressing?”

Tommy nodded.

“And you’re doing this to try to live a normal childhood? Like, before you got sick?”

“Ngh! N-no!”

“It because I so sad I feel young! It not because I wan’ resume normal childhood! Notice how I act younger than when I got sick?? When I was toddler, I very happy. That just a coincidence. Tommy just feel like toddler when big emotions are too much.”

“OHHH, ok sweetie, thank you for talking to me about it. I know you don’t feel like talking with your mouth when you feel little, so I’m glad about that!”

Tommy giggled and hugged Laura from the ground. “I love you mama.”

“I love you too sweetie. I’m so glad you’re healing.”

#lyn rambles #south park #tweek tweak #rehab au #Laura tucker #agere #age regression #fanfic #agere fanfic

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 1 year

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To Make a Difference: Part 2

Hrgh...

*A few weeks pass and Uchui doesn’t leave his lab. After having born witness to the Killing Game through his spyglass, the situation looks bleaker by the minute.

Come on Uchui...Just now...Do SOMETHING with your pathetic life...FOR ONCE!

*He peeks over.

Since Keebo kept defying the audience, they took a vote and decided...That troublesome personality of his should be erased!

His personality was erased!?

...

H-How cruel can you guys be!? How long are you gonna play with our lives!?

But that’s the decision of the outside world.

“Don’t just end Danganronpa! We supported you! You OWE us!”

That’s what they said! So it doesn’t matter how much you fight! You can’t change the outside world!

‘Cause the outside world still wants Danganronpa! That won’t change!

So, do you still want to throw your lives away? Even if it changes nothing?

...!

*Uchui scrambles around his machines, plugging various wires into various ports, then starts typing something on his computer.

...It’s hopeless...They can’t...they can’t fight this...They can’t fight the whole world!

*WHAM!*

COME ON! I’M SO CLOSE! JUST PULL THEM THROUGH!

*Uchui’s new device starts to power up. As he waits for it, he looks back through the spyglass.

Gh...Nrgh...!

Keebo!

Keebo!?

I...can barely...control it...Looks like...this is the end...

D-Don’t say that! You survived this far!

I’m...sorry...I could not fight with you...until the end...But...your choice is not wrong...The real enemy is...the outside world, who is enjoying this Killing Game...S-So please...use me...t-to change...

To change...the...world...!

...

Keebo...

Keebo! Stay with us!

DAMMMIIIIIIT!

*WHAM!* *WHAM!* *WHAM!*

I can’t...save them...Why did I ever think I could do anything...!?

Pathetic as always...Uchui...

Hngh...

Did you honestly think you could ever amount to anything...?

I don’t know...I just...

He’s completely erased...

That makes me sad too, y’know? He was a character I created!

But this is the end. The outside world rejects your decision!

So no matter how you use your lives, it won’t change anything!

This world is diseased...rotten to the core...there’s no saving it...

There’s no...saving...anyone...

That’s more like it...You should have been acting like this from the-

???: Then...I’ll change it...

Huh?

Keebo gave us this one chance!

If Keebo is doing what the outside world is telling him, we just have to convince him...

I know we can change the world! We owe it to Keebo to try!

Change...the world...?

Th-That’s impossible...So many years of this torment, it won’t just...

I said it’s impossible! For Fiction to change the real world is-!

The impossible IS possible! All you’ve gotta do, is MAKE IT SO!

Kh!?

You can even...change the world!

No...we WILL change the world! For ourselves, and everyone who has died!

You’re going to throw your lives away...for those who have died?

You fought to SURVIVE this Killing Game! If you die now, it’s all over!

Even if we die, it’s not the end!

Our friends who died...gave us their love. And we changed because of that. If we can inspire change in others, then that love will live on.

That love will tear down the wall between fiction and reality, and it will live on...forever! That’s why I’m going to change the world! As long as I have their love, I will change it!

Even if this whole story is a lie...

I will USE that lie to CHANGE THE WORLD!

Th-That’s right! We’re not gonna just be fiction!

Shuichi. You can change this world. Because...you’re Kaito’s sidekick.

There’s no way you can persuade them like that! They all love the Killing Games! They can’t get enough of Danganronpa!

I’m giving the world what it wants! I won’t let hypocrites interfere!

Keebo! Let me hear the voices of the outside world! And let them hear me!

*ZHHHICK!*

!!?

*Uchui hears a noise and looks over to see his new device powered up. He scrambles over to it and starts pressing a few buttons.

Right...! YES! I just need to set the parameters to the Killing Game grounds...I-If I do this right, it’ll pull who remains through!

...!

*He hesitates for a moment, then looks back at the spyglass. Though he can’t see, he can hear the noises of Shuichi and Keebo’s fierce debate.

...

“To change the world...huh?”

...

*He steps away.

Then again...I suppose it would be a good idea to let it charge up a little more...

I’ve waited weeks for this...I suppose I can wait a little longer...

[A few minutes later...]

Alright, looks like voting is over! Let’s hurry and announce the results.

...

I-I didn’t vote. That was the right thing to do, right?

The three of us might be penalized for abstaining to vote...but what’s going to happen to Keebo and Tsumugi?

If Keebo is controlled by the outside world, he must have voted for Tsumugi.

Then what about Tsumugi? If she had cast one vote for Keebo, then it would be a tie, but-

Oh, there’s no need to worry about that. I didn’t vote either.

...What?

I knew it...She doesn’t want to win, she wants Hope to win...

So, since the four of us abstained from voting, only Keebo’s vote counts. No matter who he voted for, the only one who survives is Keebo...

So in other words, the winner is Hope!

...

Ngh...

*Uchui’s hand instinctively drifts towards the device, but he holds his wrist and keeps himself back.

But Keebo said earlier that he’d sacrifice himself and take the punishment, right?

So we’re going to punish him! He’ll be participating in the next Killing Game!

Hold it! Why are you punishing Keebo!? If Keebo survives, there’s no need for him to be sacrif-

It doesn’t work like that. He needs to follow through on his words.

Th-That’s not fair! Are you twisting the rules again!?

It’s fine, cuz this is all fiction! Maybe it’s a bit forced, but that’s fiction for you, right?

God dammit...I believe in them, but at this rate, their deaths will be meaningless...

Maybe she was right...that their lives really didn’t matter to anyone...so why...?

Why does HE keep smiling like that...?

...

Well, we already know the outcome, but we should follow protocol...Monokuma! Please tell us the results!

Okay! Then let’s begin! Who will be chosen as the blackened!? Who will win - Hope or Despair!?

...

*Uchui watches in stressful anticipation as the voting board appears. A few seconds that feel like hours pass, and finally, the results are shown.

...!?

[NO VOTES]

...No way...!

What...?

All five people...abstained from voting?

Wh-What’s going on!? Didn’t Keebo vote!?

Phew...I’m relieved.

H-Huh...!? Why!? What IS this!?

...The world has changed. If Keebo refused to vote, that means the world has changed. It means the audience chose not to vote as well.

...They rejected this Killing Game.

Wh-What!?

Serves you right! That’s what you get for breaking the rules like that!

H-Hold on! I-Is that...really ok!? Danganronpa is going to end!? The Killing Game full of tense standoffs and backstabbings amonst friends...

It’s just going to end abruptly with season 53!? Is that really ok!?

I don’t believe it...!

*Uchui watches in shock and awe as the audience members tune out one by one, a feeling of pride in Shuichi and the others.

You never appreciated us...And it looks like you never appreciated the power of fiction! No one wants you anymore! No one wants to hear your sick, twisted stories anymore! It’s over...!

It’s finished...It really...is the end, isn’t it?

So what are we going to do now? Now that it’s over, there’s no need for any punishments.

Yeah!

What a half-assed ending. This is no way to end Danganronpa.

No, it needs to end with a punishment...at the very least.

NO!

*Uchui darts over to the device and powers it on!

Alright...this is your moment Chewie...Get their signals and...

Huh?

*He looks at the devices monitor, and notices something odd. Multiple other signals pop up besides Shuichi and the others.

Hang on...but there’s only...wait a minute...!?

1...2...5...12...!? 16...!? 16!?

*His eyes dart back and forth between the spyglass and the device. His body starts to jitter with excitement.

YES! YES YES YEEESS! All my work...IT’S NOT LOST! I CAN SAVE THEM ALL!

It’s the will of the outside world. Destroy this entire fictional world, and end this Killing Game...That is what the outside world wants.

...

*Uchui smiles back at the spyglass.

And kids like you...are what THIS world NEEDS.

BOOP!

*He presses the button.

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