#I tried to make the hat but gave up cause I didnt like how it was looking

[thatcoyperson]

I absolutely adore @applestruda's Solarpunk Pearl design and I just had to make it into a skin!

Link - [Pearl]

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Revolutionary Army Punk AU

Ft: Luffy (not punk)

Steampunk is cool but i think just straight up punk would be cooler. I just think what they stand for lines up a lot better

Design notes:

I did some research and talked to a punk friend of mine for these as i am not a punk, myself, and I dont want to look like a poser. I think i did a really good job translating them and i want to explain my thoughts!

Sabo was first, of course.

I not only wanted to make the characters punk, but i also wanted to crank their designs up about 20 notches, so i gave Sabo’s scar one hell of an upgrade. In this version I tried to make it very clear that that cannon ball hit him head-on. I think it works really well with his punk vibes because under-cuts and shaved parts of the head in general are very popular in punk culture.

I largely tried to keep the silhouettes the same with this au, and It was really easy to keep it with Sabo because of the fact that he already has a lot of design elements that translate well to punk. His big pants into tall boots were perfect to translate, crust pants and steel toed boots fits him well. Trench coats arent a staple in Punk, but i couldnt take the coats away from him… him or Belo. They deserve it…

I threw away his cravat for a choker, i replaced his vest with a red tank top and his undershirt for fishnets, Patches up the wazoo, he looks very cool.

Belo Betty was next, she was super easy to translate. She’s already in the punk spirit with her tits out, we love to see it. Her hat was really difficult to translate, along with all the other hats, but a red knitted hat that has those two points cuz it’s essentially a scarf sewed together looks nice on her.

My punk friend suggested i give her a bunch of nets and harnesses and i really agreed that was her style, so i gave her red tie to Morley, slapped some harnesses on her and just overall just turned her sexy up like 50 notches. I think i was clever how i adapted her striped stockings here with how they have runs in them.

Karasu is almost the exact same. I just threw out his dinky little cravat and gave him a bandana and harness. I also gave him piercings. That’s the only difference. In the words of my Punk friend “hes naked and wearing a spiked mask, He can hang”

Speaking of what my punk friend said, he said that Lindbergh would get “demolished” in the pit, and that he looks like he’s scared of bees. The consensus was that he couldn’t hang. But also i still had to make him punk, so then he suggested CBGB punks:

Redneck, bluegrass, southern american punks. I was really in a rut with his design, I didn’t know what to do to keep the silhouette of his backpack. But everything changed when I chance got the idea of a guitar. And then everything flowed from there

Morley was really really fun. Punk friend suggested i make him Pop Punk, inspired by this pic

Mainly Lindsey way with this plaid skirt and tie

He was so so fun to draw, i love his fucked up eyes.

For dragon, i didnt change much at all, even though it’s only his bust that’s shown. Imagine everything is the same, except now he has piercings. Dragon isnt concerned with the punk fashion, but the punk cause.

For Luffy, I wasnt trying to make him punk, but he felt a bit plain looking like base Luffy next to punk Sabo, so i just did the “turn design up 20 notches”, and just gave him a more visibly tattered hat, bangles and waist beads.

That’s about it! Ive been getting a lot of comments and asks lately saying that you guys like when i go on my design explanations, and i realized that i didnt do that for the last few AU’s, so i thought id type this up :)

Thank you for reading!

[sterredem]

The eras tour

Charles leclerc x reader

[SMAU]

Face claim gracie abrams (again)

Summary going to Paris night 1 with Charles is a lot of fun, with a lot of surprises.

Word count -

Warning hate (just a few comments), spelling errors, not proofread

A/N saw a post saying someone should make this… so I did! I saw the tour on a crappie live stream so I know what was going on… I will also go to the tour!

It’s not the longest but also not the shortest. But I like it!

Also I had no motivation to make the things I am currently making so I decided to make a quick smau (that’s why it is only insta and no other apps)

Don’t forget to comment, repost and give feedback! It helps a lot!

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Yourusername me rn cause I NEED Taylor Swift tickets but ticketmaster is the worst😭 also creds to my bf for these pics, he is laughing at me while I am STRESSING @Charles_Leclerc

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Charles_Leclerc I said that I’m sorry! I even helped you!

Yourusername YOU DIDNT DO ENOUGH!! I STILL HAVE NO TICKETS!😢

Charles_Leclerc I promise I will make it up to you

Lilymhe For which show are you trying? I have tickets for New Jersey and there is still a spare one!

Yourusername I AM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU! I tried Paris but I was last in the waiting list so there where no more tickets🙁 and sadly I can’t go to the US one’s liked by lilymhe

User1 you’re so real for crying I’ve the tickets. I did too

Yourusername THATS WHAT I SAID! BUT CHARLES JUST LAUGHED AT ME!

User1 you deserve the tickets babe liked by author

User2 Love the memes

User3 is that Leo?!?! Hes so cute!

Yourusername That is! He was my emotional support!

User4 ticketmaster is the villain fr! I was at the beginning and I could almost buy tickets but then u was kicker out!

Yourusername My villain origin story fr! And that’s the wort!

User5 love the hat

User6 you are still so pretty when you cry! How?!?!

Yourusername THANKS! IDK HOW I JUST HIDE MY SADNESS

User 6 HAHAHA REAL

User7 it really is hell! But I got tickets!

Yourusername Congratulations my love!

User8 charles laughing at you is so funny😂

User9 Ew you’re so cringe

User10 I love you

User11 not the pic creds and shade HAHAHA

User12 not her public account being her posting memes😂

User13 don’t understand why Charles is with you

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Yourusername MY BF GOT ME ERAS TOUR TICKETS!!! I LOVE YOU CHARLIE! Eras tour Paris night 1 here I come!!

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Charles_Leclerc Everything for you mon amour. Even if I need to spend hundreds of dollars for VIP tickets to the eras tour

Yourusername I am beginning to love you more and more

Lilymhe OMG I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!

Yourusername I AM ALSO SO HAPPY!

User1 OMG AMAZING

User2 THE T-SHIRTS? IN LOVE! WHERE DIS YOU GET THEM?

Yourusername They are from the official merch drop from Taylor! I have been a mega fan from the beginning!

User3 OKAY CHARLES UPGRADED TO AN AMAZING BF

User4 even vip?!?! You are spoiled!

User5 I AM ALSO GOING TO PART NIGHT 1!

User6 Will you make friendship brackets? I am also going and want to trade some with you!

Yourusername I will! I would love to trade with y’all!

User7 SO EXITED FOR YOU!

User8 What did Charles say when you got it?

Yourusername he said ‘I have a surprise for you!’ And then he gave me a bag with the box! And then I started crying!

User9 you already have merch? How?!

Yourusername Lily went and got me the shirt!

Uset10 My favourite WAG going to a concert of my favourite artist? Amazing!

User11 with who are you going?

Yourusername Charles is going with me!

User12 so exited to see all the eras content!

User13 Such an attention seeker!

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Yourusername Congrats on P4 my love! AND TTPD IS SO GOOD! A DOUBLE ALBUM WTF?!?! And here are some of my paddock fits😁 ALSO WHAT ABOUT THE TOUR?!

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Charle_Leclerc Mon chéri… how sweet(?)

Yourusername It is! I am just so exited about Taylor!

Lilymhe YOURE SO RIGHT! I am so jealous that you get to see the first show after the new album!

Yourusername There are always live streams! And she will go to the US again!

User1 HAHAHAH

User2 so real

User3 I love that she can’t post without mentioning Taylor Swift or her Boyfriend! It shows dedication!

User4 Not the Alchemy😂

User5 you’re so pretty!

User6 the two sides? So funny!🤣

User7 I AM FREEKING OUT!

Yourusername SAME

User8 love the fits!

Yourusername Thanks!

User9 the TTPD aesthetic! Loving it!

User10 awwww Leo is so cute!

User11 Could you tell us where you get your clothes from? I love your style!

Yourusername Of course! My most recent posts have the links with them! (Reels from insta and TikTok)

User12 Thank you! You are amazing!

User13 I love how obsessed she is with TS!

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Yourusername I had a lovely time at the eras tour! Thank you for the very kind people behind me that send me the pics of me and Charles! ALSO THE NEW SETLIST?!?! More pics coming soon!

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Charles_Leclerc for the information; Y/n was crying… a lot

Yourusername YOU VANT BLAME ME! SHE CHANGED A LOT!

Lilymhe I AM SO JELOUS! Liked by author

User1 AHHH I AM SO GSBRNEBDU

User2 OMD THE COUPLE PICS?!?! SO CUTE!

User3 love the taytay pics!

User4 YOURE OUTFIT JS SO CUTE!

User5 Love the hat!

User6 MORE PICS?!

User7 THE NEW SETLIST IS SO COOL!

User8 I WAS THE ONE THAT TOOK THE PIC!

Yourusername THANK YOU SO MUCH!

User9 I tradet with her! She was so nice! And Charles study stood there looking a big lost!

User10 WHAT DID YOU GET?!

Yourusername A fan of Charlie gave me the gift!

User11 Se exited to go myself!

User12 you’re so cute!

User13 You’re not even pretty

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Yourusername Everyone meet my new friend; Taylor Swift! It was absolutely lovely meeting you! And thank you for the invites😉

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Taylorswift It really was amazing to meet you! I’m glad you enjoyed everything! Liked by author

Charles_Leclerc Finnaly I don’t have to keep this a secret anymore!

Yourusername yeah you’re not the best secret keeper

Charles_Leclerc EXUSE ME?!

Lilymhe WHAT? AND YIU DIDNT TELL ME?!

Yourusername IM SORRY I WANTED IT TO BE A SUPRISE!

User1 OMG SO HAPPPY FOR YOU

User2 THE MIST GORGOYS GIRLS TOGETHER!

User3 YOU MET HER?

User4 WHAT INVITES?!?!

Yourusername 🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫

User5 THIS IS SO ICONIC!

User6 LILY AND CHARLES HAHAHHA

User7 So this are the other pics?!?!!!

User8 What happens in the 5th pic??

Yourusername I had a mental breakdown…

User9 not the y/n mansplaining to Taylor’s how max for it with Charles🤣🤣

User10 You are living the dream!

User11 THE NEW SETLIST AND MEETING TATLOR?!?! IM JELOUS!

User12 NEW TAYTAY CONTENT YAY!

User13 You don’t deserve it!

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[miczoid]

maria and louise sketch #2

maria(marie?mari?) and louise outfit sketches! + paper sketch i thought was pretty. i tried a new way of coloring for their faces, cause they would stay the same. i didnt like the way it turned out, looks weird and plastic-y but tell me what you think?. you can tell where i gave up coloring right loll? pls accept this sloppyness as this is simply concept sketches, i was unsure which one i liked the best so i just wanted to get the idea across with simple lines. i also did luises hair wrong i just couldnt get the hat right sorry

i faced even more difficulties than i mentioned in the last post, especially concerning “keeping things canon looking”. another thing about the mario universe girlies is i’ve never seen them wear pants either, but mario and luigi do wear pants. do you keep the original design for recognition? or do you try and match what nintendo would do?, ok they’ll just wear denim overall dresses then with white stockings, but they’re plumbers? that would just be impractical why would they wear skirts?. what about denim overall shorts?, that seems like a compromise. still pretty impractical though.. and i havent even started with turtlenecks or collar cuffs or discussed the length of their sleeves. their clothes technically shouldn’t change at all, but im also thinking about how nintendo designs girl characters and try to match that to make it as canon looking as possible

now onto explaining the results!

first sketch - is just their original outfits, the either thick and wooly or thin hugging-the-neck type of turtleneck people draw them in. gloves, boots(i got tired ok) all the good stuff. there is no actual reason to even change their outfits so this makes sense.

second sketch - is when i took the whole “never seen a mario girl in pants” very literally, the difference in dress length i felt would differentiate them and i think it fits. white stockings because it jst makes sense. (again the whole difference in turtleneck thickness and the sleeve length difference is not like for real its more like presenting different options cus i couldnt settle on one, thats why in the next drawing the sleeve length is switched) they might look like this if nintendo designed them, but again it seems unpractical?, not something they would actually wear. 

third sketch - might be a compromise?, just realised they’re called dungarees woops,. balloon like/wide end, makes it sort of look dress-like at the same time. something nintendo might settle on if they realised their boys are a special case but still wanted some girlypop. (basically if they got over themselves)

- and then the uncolored layer and the little maria sketch. i like all the outfits i dont think i can decide on something permanent :((. 

im thinking about doing this with bowser too!,would be an interesting thing trying to capture his likeness. build, plastron, hair - whatever. (bowsette i pretend i do not see)

[melissa-titanium]

i was writing something and then it ufcking deleted it self. ANYWAY. helllooooo 8 and 12 anon here ad oh my god i fcukignagree with you holy hell Pm my babygirl ill get you jutsice i promise also oh myg od there are so many things wrongiwth at stnence davekat? wv pet dog where the ufck am i dude

also o n the pepsicola You have no idea you actally have no idea AHHHHHH,. AH. Dave is not cool tewould not be a fuckign popular dude if anthing egbert would be mlike he leader of the piano club but thats the most """"popular"""" hed ever get maybe im biased bueace of a fanfic but lIke you Know dave woudl eb getting beat up every lunch break you acnt fuckign convince me that thing wuouuld be a cool kid heh.... guessyoucould say...im like pepsicolas number one fan.. *i put on my hat and cape and i walk away never to be seen underer this alias*

PM OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FOUCKIN E,LLLLLLLLLL her and wv..... *eyes grow Humongously* they ..Dont.DO ...THEM .. ..RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AMD LTIERALYL I COULD TOTALLY BE MIS REMEMBERING CAUSE MY BRAIN MAKES UP SHIT THAT DIDNT HAPPEN FOR SOME DAMN REASON BUT . SYTILL. iewouldnt be sur prised if it was;;REAL;5YOIJRDTTTTT9DJ9TR

AND. PEPSI. COLA. THNAKYO US OMUCH. THIS REMIDNSME ISAW THIS ONE CHARACTER ANALYSIS THAT WAS LIKE. i honestly could not put it into words imscared id get it wrong but the gist of it was. Dave has tha tendancy to attempt to Be like otehrs. Sort of like how he tries 2 live up to bro and icant quite remeber but it waslike.The glasses almost symbolize It. . Like how when he wasa wee Thang he wore the the ANIME SHADES but then .egbert. gave. the. stiller shades and a dnandadnndadannadandANDANDDANAN95HY8JRDHST8FTJH89FDJ TISJSUT. DAVE LOOKS UP TO EGBERT IN A SENSE. EVEN THO ITS HIDDEN BEHIND SILLLYS AND SUCH . LIKE DAVE D O E S CARE ABOUT EGBERTS OPINIO AND EVEN THOUGH ON THE SURFACE IT LOOKS LIKE DWEEB and COOL KID ! so OBBVIOUSLY egbert must look up 2 dave and I duno. maybe. maybe he does. BUT. confirmed?Real? Dave looks up 2 egbert and its a Sort of almots total reversal of tha nerd Jock dynamic **TAKE LITERALLY EVERY THING I SAY WITH A GRAIN OF SALT I DON'T KNOW A SINGLE GOD DAMNED MOTHER FUCKING THING I COULD BE 100% WRONG**

[soft-boi-eli]

OMG CAN I REQUEST CC!PHILZA INTRODUCING HIS ADOPTED EMO CHILD TO THE REST OF THE SBI/DSMP

Gender neutral pls they/them

Of course! I've been having a bit of shortages on ideas. So this is so fucking welcomed.

Anyways

Father CC!Philza x Emo! Reader

Pronouns:they/them

Summary:your old parents gave you up as a teen, overflowing you with emotions, causing depression, mood swings, and quite a bit of anxiety. When you got adopted by a man and a lady,both seemingly very kind and understanding. You felt happy. They didnt expect the sleepy bois to come and visit so soon.

Tw:anxiety attacks, mention of depression, loving clothes (not a tw but damn I sometimes miss my old fashion sense.), mention of trauma, swearing!

A huge new family

They dont blame their biological family. They knew that they were being overwhelming. Slowly shifting into a state of mind where fluffy black and colored hair was their favorite. Their outfits became more extravagant and their makeup took a turn for the darker. But they didnt have to put them up for adoption.

About a year in and out of foster families, a few months in an orphanage, then one more foster family. It was official. They were the new child of philza.

Your life got better. Both of them accepted your choice of clothes and makeup, even supported it!

They helped with everything in the first few weeks. Giving you space, letting you know that they were there. But you nor phil knew that three boys were heading down to visit.

So when you answered the door to see three faces demanding philza minecraft and one just looking awkward. They were also changing about him coming and join them you felt panic flood through you. Slamming the door on their face you held near your chest.

Your uneven breathing was heard by your father and he was quick to scoop you away from the door and have kristin answer the door.

He was sitting next to you hand lightly rubbing your shoulder and he guided you through the panic attack. "That's it. In through the nose. Hold it for a few second. Breathe out." His voice was calm.

It took less time to calm you down then you've ever had. "There ya go mate. Just keep breathing." He kept coaching you through you panic attack.

Kristen let the four in with their promise of keeping calm. Your shaking form brought major concern to the two older ones and confusion to the two younger ones. "(Y/n) I want to introduce you to the four behind us. Technoblade, wilbur, tommy, and tubbo. They are really good friends of mine." Nodding lightly you sat there, not wanting to turn because if you did the panic would strike harder. Remembering what happened before you parents left you.

A huge group of people basically shunned your for your choices and didnt want to take you in because 'trash like you' wasnt accepted in the family. But these two were different. Supporting you with your choices. How different were their friends? "Hey I think you shirt is cool! Who's on it?" A slightly hyper voice broke through the silence. " black veil brides." It was quite but a start. "Cool! So their a band right? What kind of songs?" The brown haired teen was trying to communicate with you. "Uhm. Rock." It had started small but you opened up to the teens. They were about you age and they didnt bash what you decided to like. The two older ones hung out with phil and Kristen. You three hung out in your room which was kind of softer then your appearance. It was to reflect a bit deeper into you. Bookshelves, a desk, reading corner, and a bed. Not fully knowing what to put in there.

But you, tommy, and tubbo were almost the best of friends when they had to leave. Techno and Wilbur it took a bit. After the two teens left you had came out of your room, no makeup, hair had all products removed, and your clothes changed from Jean's and a black veiled brides shirt to a black tee shirt, grey sweat pants, with a book in hand.

Before sleeping you just chilled in the living room, reading while basking in the presence of your adoptive parents. You did not expect wilbur and techno to still be there.

Plopping down on the couch next to phil you opened your book and tried to zone out, to get engulfed into the book. Nope. Two sets of eyes just watching you.

"So you like poems?" The book you were reading was a massive collection of poems. Looking up to the two on the couch you nodded lightly.

Looking back down you felt nervous. "Small talk is awkward." Looking up to the brown haired guy with an American accent you nodded. "Same." Once more you looked down at your book. You already had issues focusing but you tried to work though it. "What kind of poems are you favorite?" You sat there for a second. Trying to think of something that catches your attention.

"Mainly ones about trauma. It reminds me I'm not the only one in the word that went through something I have. It just makes it more interesting when I can relate." It was true. Sometimes the poems you liked ring a little to close to home.

"Good choice. It does really intrigue the audience when they can relate." Nodding you closed your book. "Especially when you relate. It's a must for me. Other wise I get turned away from it and just cant focus. But if I like it then I am just dead set on that poem."

You and techno bonded over poems and wilbur brought up some songs. "So what is you song preference?" "Hollywood undead, black veil brides, other then that its random. If I like the song it's in my playlist." With no other preferences with music other then it had to sound good to you there was honestly no judgement for other people's taste in music. There were little treasures from almost all genres.

For a while you talked about poems and songs. It honestly helped you feel safer with them. They didnt care about what you found intriguing. Or why. You even went on a rant and there was no care. They just listened.

But sadly they had to leave. Bit they promised that they would visit more. They were like the brothers you never had.

"So I see that you were able to talk to all of them." Nodding to your father figure you smiled "they were nice. Honestly. I cant wait to see them again."

He found joy in you wanting to hang out with his friends/technically children too.

Now meet the rest of the dream smp. It was very fast. Meeting almost all of them at the same time.

Phil was streaming and no one except for the sleepy bois knew about you. So you walked into his stream, book in hand and sat on the couch behind his set up. You liked having another person on the room. You just hated being alone. It gave you really bad thoughts. "Who's that behind you phil?" A random donation read out. Phil looking behind himself saw you in the corner reading and you normally did. "Ah that's my child. They like to have company. So sometimes they come in here to read." "Wait you have a child?! Since when?" The voice made you jump. Your book fell out of your hands and you looked at your father's screen. A green man with a weird white blob for a skin on minecraft. "Yeah. I took a break to pick them up from the orphanage." All hell broke loose. You ran while phil answered questions. You were not dealing with that. No way. Nuh uh. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not today satan. It took phil bribing you with a trip to hot topic to get you to come back in. I mean hey you get to score a few shirts and hats. Might as well.

Meeting the server wasbt too bad. But the questions were weird. You didnt answer the ones you were uncomfortable about and they didnt care. Your boundries were up. And when tommy, tubbo, willbur, and techno revealed they knew of you they were yelled at. It was funny. Watching people say they should of said something. But it resulted in alot of compliments and Phil's chat loving you.

You were now the older sibling of the chat. Why? Cause chat said so.

When you come in from now on the chat is chanting for you. Just "(y/n)!" Over and over.

Your life? Crazy. But it became a bit better after you were living with your new parents. It was heaven.

I'm sorry if its awkward I'm not good at introductions. And I am tis but a sleep deprived human. I need sleep and so do you have a nice day and once more I'm sorry if this isnt up to what you wanted.

[belltrigger]

bejesus christ I can only fat finger my phone rip I didnt add the prompt :')

but a comfort for Ingo making a basic mistake because his time in hisui makes his head go mush. Maybe he done goofed and forgot that current day type match ups are different for some mons or just like he has a break down over not being able to do something as simple as paperwork 👀

mmm fucken can I get uhhhh hush drabs 👀 I may or may not be also going mmmm drawing inspiration :0

-Send me a “Hush” and I’ll write a drabble about one character comforting the other (from fear or grief)

I gotchu Dingo! (´▽`ʃ🖤🤍ƪ)

Also I know the prompt list is technically for only 100 words, as a test or something, but I will just write until I'm done for these heheheh~

Prompt for you, here we go!

Title: Direct from the Source Word count: 1,067

He had cost them a victory today.

During a decisive choice, he'd recalled the Pokémon he was using and swapped it with one he was certain would be a perfect match. But Emmet's confused and small 'huh?' had snapped his awareness onto the Pokémon they actually were fighting, and he regretted the move instantly.

It was another overlap from his time in Hisui. A double image that blocked out what he was actually seeing with memories and instincts from his time in a foreign land. A time where he was deeply alone and fought single battles only.

Of course he had tried to pull the win with his choice anyway, but Emmet had not expected the change or even the Pokémon choice, and they'd lost even with his twin's valiant effort. Emmet had glanced at him after their loss, but he couldn't bear to look his twin in the eyes, so he didn't truly know what expression sat on his face.

A most embarrassing and unforgivable action, wasting Emmet's time and skill.

After an awkward moment of silence, he lifted his head, hand to his brim and gave their challenger the praise that they deserved! No matter what mistakes he made in the battle, they had still managed to win their way to them. They looked rallied at the louder-than-he-wanted praise, nodded and promised they were gonna make it to the end of the line. Stepping apart to let the trainer through, he otherwise kept his eyes away from Emmet's face.

The door slid shut behind the trainer, and he closed his eyes as the frustration overcame him in waves. "Emmet, I am so sor-"

"Ahhh~hhhh, that fight was hard!" Emmet interrupted him with a loud sigh and his hands stretched above his head. Surprised, he turned to face his twin, finally looking at him. As he did so, Emmet heavily dropped one arm over his shoulders, grabbing the far one and tugging Ingo to him.

"It was my fault."

"Stoppit." Emmet tipped his white hat back on his head and bonked his forehead against Ingo's temple. "Look at me."

Forehead against his temple and arm around his shoulders, it was a slightly awkward demand. But at his movement to turn and face Emmet fully, his younger twin let go. He didn't pull away, kept the same close distance, head tilted, giving him a closed-eye smile.

When few memories came to him about his brother at their reunion, he'd spoken to a few of the long-time employees of the Station where they apparently were bosses. In his heart, he knew Emmet was the most important person in the entire world to him. But the memories deeper than that refused to reveal themselves to him. He knew nothing about the man that he would give his life for.

If his own response to the lack of memories about someone so key in his life was utter despair, how would Emmet respond? So he'd done some questioning and one of the major things he kept returning to was "Emmet loves winning more than anything else."

To cause this loss, it was another disappointment he would burden on Emmet. Another mark on him that showed he wasn't the man Emmet had cried for, the man Emmet had wanted to embrace so tightly when they'd come back together.

"A smile for me costs zero dollars, Nii-san." Emmet said as he brought his hands up to take hold of his arms. His hat was still tipped back, showing the difference in their hairline. Emmet was still so young. They were twins, but....

When he hesitated, Emmet swept him up in a tight hug, hard enough to knock both of their hats off. In his surprise, he didn't pause, returning the embrace naturally. At his returned grip, Emmet laughed, the short exhalation tickling his ear.

"You're being silly, Nii-san."

He turned his head slightly, but Emmet kept his face tucked into the crook of his neck. They stood that way for a few minutes, Emmet's grip shifting to wrap around his hips. It allowed him to shift his own grip slightly, the hug becoming softer, less about keeping him grounded. "Silly?"

"Mm." Emmet nodded, nuzzling his ear now. "Why are you getting so upset over a loss?"

"You love winning more tha--" That finally caused Emmet to lift his head, giving him an incredulous look. He frowned, as best he could with cute upturned mouth, and then bonked his forehead against him once more. "Ow."

"If you think winning is more important than you, you need more bonks." Emmet's attempt at a serious face while saying that proved too much for him. He began to laugh, would have doubled over if Emmet hadn't been holding him. "I mean it!" He couldn't answer for a full minute; every time he looked at Emmet's attempt at a frown, he was just overwhelmed with fondness and love for his twin. He couldn't help the bubbling laughter, his worry dissipating from his chest like fog.

When he could finally control himself enough to speak, he wiped a tear from his eye. "I am sorry, Emmet. I didn't mean to laugh at you. I was being silly, wasn't I?" Emmet nodded at him, still serious. "But I made a silly mistake, so I do still want to apologize for that. I will ensure we have no more unnecessary losses."

"If you understand, then I guess it's okay!" Emmet said before placing a kiss against his lips. Unsatisfied with that, he kept Emmet close, giving him a deeper kiss. Whether it was as compensation for losing, or to reacquaint himself with more of his twin, even he wasn't sure. But Emmet melted into it with a pleased sound, and that was all he needed.

After they broke the kiss, they placed their foreheads against each other and just stared for a moment. They wouldn't be needed in the final car for some time, if at all, so they were afforded this time together. He still didn't feel comfortable telling Emmet the extent of his memory loss, but hopefully he would learn straight from the source instead of outsiders from now on.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒/𝐎

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❄𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong smiled proudly at his work of art. He carefully picked up the gingerbread house and held it up.

"Look look baby!" He exclaimed, bouncing lightly on his feet as he showed you it.

"Oh my God! It looks amazing!"

The smile on your face that was happy for Hongjoong soon turned to a pout though as you stared down at your own creation. Hongjoong peeked over and noticed why you were sad. Your gingerbread house was falling apart, barely standing up, and the frosting was smeared all over the place, including your face and hair.

"Awww sweetheart come on." Hongjoong cooed as he began to wipe some of the frosting off your face.

"I suck and I hate Christmas." You huffed softly, your arms crossing over your chest.

"Stop you don't mean that." He said cupping your cheeks.

"Tell you what? How about we go back to the store and I buy you that spongebob gingerbread house you wanted and build it for you?"

Your eyes lit up at his comment.

"Really?!" You squealed.

Hongjoong kissed your frosted nose, licking some of it off and then winked at your blushing figure.

"Come on baby. We want to get there before it closes."

❄𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

"Baby baby look!"

You rolled your eyes as your boyfriend once again got sidetracked from your task and began pulling you to see some of the items on display.

"Seonghwa! We're supposed to be shopping for gifts for the boys." You reminded him.

"I know, I know...but look how cute these are!"

Seonghwa couldn't help himself as he picked up some of the baby mittens and hats. He giggled as he held them out to you.

"Seonghwa? Who are those supposed to fit? Yunho?" You rolled your eyes.

"No silly! But I was thinking....you know.."

Seonghwa wiggled his eyes suggestively at you. When you caught onto his meaning, you smacked his arm and started walking away.

"You're....ugh!

Seonghwa quickly put the stuff down and walked behind you.

"Why are you against this?! I thought you wanted to give me what I wanted for Christmas and I want a positive pregnancy test!".

He cried out then quickly turned cause something caught his eye.

"Look this is perfect for Mingi!"

You sighed as you realized it was gonna be a long day.

❄𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You and Yunho were currently putting the finishing touches on the Christmas tree. You felt so proud at the color combination you picked out. You tilted your head when you heard a cluttering sound.

"Oops?" Yunho smiled shyly as he began to pick up some of the glass balls that he had accidentally dropped on the floor.

"Yuyu careful. I don't want you cutting yourself." You said as you helped him pick them up.

"I'll be fine love. They didn't even shatter." He assured you.

After you guys picked up the ornaments and finished putting them up, you both began clapping and jumping up and down.

"It's almost finished."

You picked up the last item, a shiny gold star to put on the top of the tree. You happily walked over to the tree.

"Baby? Need me to do it?" Yunho offered.

"I can do it!"

You reached up but unfortunately couldn't reach all the way to the top. You stood on your tippy toes, but still couldn't place the star on the top. Defeated, you turned with a pout to Yunho. He merely chuckled as he took the star away from you.

"Don't worry love. It's what I'm here for."

He kissed your cheek before proceeding to lift you up on his arm.

"Come on. Let's finish decorating the tree together."

❄𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"Yeosang. Can you please take out the cookies from the oven?" You asked as you assembled the frosting and the piping bags.

Making sure to put on oven mittens, Yeosang carefully took out the sugar cookies from the oven and placed the tray on the counter, fanning them out gently.

"Perfect! Now we can start decorating them!" You handed a bag to Yeosang.

Yeosang and you quietly began decorating the cookies, adding different figures and cute designs on them. You felt Yeosang tapping eagerly on your shoulder so you stopped what you were doing to see what he had done.

"Hehet." He chuckled as he showered you a blue cookie decorated with a white Hehetmon.

That wasn't the end, he then held up a cookie that resembled an angry bird.

"It's Seonghwa Hyung!"

You bursted out laughing at how cute your boyfriend was. You were so caught up in your task of decorating the cookies, you almost..... almost didnt notice the hands that swindled one of the cookies.

"Yeosang did you just ate one of the cookies?" You placed your hands on your hips.

Yeosang turned to you with a shocked look on his face.

"Nnno..." He muffled a lie, mouth full of the pastry he stole.

You shook your head and tried to hit him with the nearby whisk, but he quickly evaded you.

"You know I have a sweet tooth!"

❄𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San made sure not to hurt himself as he hammered the nails onto the wall. It wasn't easy considering a certain furry feline decided it was a good time to start rubbing her body on his leg.

"Byeol, babygirl. As soon as I'm finished I'll give you cuddles ok?" He smiled down at the cat.

The cat however glared at him. Hissing softly, she left to join you on the couch, where you were busy trying to finish filling the stockings with goodies and candies. Byeol began meowing at you, sprawling her body across your lap.

"Byeol, sweetheart. Soon ok?" You said as you gently put her down, which she did not appreciate.

Soon both you and San were finished.

"Ok. Let's hang them up now."

You two slowly placed two stockings first, testing the waters to make sure they wouldn't fall off or rip. You both stepped back and let it stay for a few seconds before deciding it was ok.

"We did it!" San clapped as he turned back to you and gave you a high five and then pulled you in for a hug.

"All right. Let's finish putting the others-"

You couldn't finish your sentence when you two turned around and saw that the rest of the stockings had been ransacked through, some of them even with a couple of tears. You guys then witnessed a very angry cat perch itself on the top of the couch, daring you to say something.

"Ah come on Byeol! We worked really hard on them!" San complained but was met by a low hiss.

You giggled. "Come on. Let's just drink some hot chocolate and give snuggles to our child before she decides to tear up the Christmas tree."

❄𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi hopped from one side of the stove to another, peering down at your task of slowly stirring the boiling pot in front of you. He turned his face, bringing it really close to yours.

"Is it ready yet?"

You sighed as he asked for the 6th time in less than 2 minutes.

"Mingi, I told you the hot chocolate will be ready soon." You repeated to him.

He whined and shook his shoulders slightly. Rolling your eyes, you handed him the spoon.

"Stir this for a bit. I'm gonna run down to the bathroom for a while."

Taking off your apron, you made a quick stop at the restroom. As soon as you came out, you head Mingi yelp from the kitchen. Quickly pulling out the first aid kit, you ran back to see what happened. Mingi's bottom lip quivered as he held out his hand.

"I accidentally burnt myself." He whimpered softly.

You tried to be as careful as possible while you rubbed ointment on the red patch on his skin and finished bandaging it up.

"There. All better?" You asked.

Mingi smiled shyly. "Can you kiss it to make the boo boo feel better?"

You giggled and tenderly kissed his hand. "You know you're such a dork..."

Leaning up, you pecked his lips.

"But you're my dork."

❄𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Wooyoung. Press start now." You urged him.

"No! I'm not starting the movie until the popcorn is ready." He wouldn't budge.

"You won't miss much of it." You shook his arm.

"I am not starting a movie until all the required snacks are in place."

Right at that moment, the microwave beeped and Wooyoung quickly sped over to retrieve the popcorn. As soon as he set it down, he jumped back inside the pillow and blanket fort you two created, effectively tackling you down, making you groan and complain when he began adjusting around.

"Cuddle me! I wanna be the little spoon." He grabbed your arms and wrapped them around him.

You rolled your eyes but nonetheless cuddled up to Wooyoung as you started your Christmas movie marathon. Wooyoung would occasionally make you feed him popcorn or chocolate, or he'd end up throwing some at your face when you thought he'd feed you as well. He'd laugh every time you smacked his hand.

"Look baby! You're on tv!" He pointed to the screen when the Grinch came up.

"You're so annoying!" You exclaimed as you got up and let go of him.

Wooyoung wasn't having it though. He quickly pulled you back down and wrapped his legs around you, making you the little spoon this time.

"Come on baby. You know I'm kidding. I love you so much." He confessed as he attacked your cheek with kisses.

❄𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho carefully patted some more snow onto the snowman you were currently building. You had gone inside to get a hat and scarf to wrap around it. When you came back out and notices how focused he was, you decided it'd be fun to mess with him. Picking up some snow, you made it into a tiny ball before throwing it at the back of his head.

"Hey!"

Jongho screeched as he turned around, but was met with another snowball to the face that you threw at him. You giggled at him as he stared at you unamused. He bent down and picked up a large handful of snow and began walking towards you. You let out a squeal and began running as fast as you could, trying to escape your boyfriend's revenge.

"Get back here Y/N!" He shouted from behind, a smile plastered on his face.

Jongho ended up discarding the snowball and instead tackled you down onto the snow before proceeding to roll you guys around on it. He ended up pining you down and both of you were giggling like crazy.

"Oh..." You stopped laughing and looked at the tree above you.

Jongho followed your gaze to see a mistletoe hanging by one of the branches right above you guys. He looked back at you and smiled softly.

"I mean.....it is tradition." He mused as he bent down to tenderly kiss your lips.

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[tendous-socks]

HERES AN OLD DRAFT FROM A WHILE AGO-

ALSO I DIDNT READ OVER IT AND ITS VERY UNEDITED

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HHHHH JUST IMAGINE BEING ROBIN’S GIRLFRIEND 😩😩🙏🙏

so you were both working for daddy crocodile right? that’s how you both met actually.

he assigned you both for an assignment since he was busy with some paperwork and you both hit it of surpassingly well much to mutual delight

she learned about how the only reason you decided to work for crocodile was because it gave you a chance to collect data on animal❗️

also found it hard to believe how you wanted to document every. single. animal you could get your hands on, may it be with photos, dna samples, teeth samples or more, you didn’t care that there were already book about them when she mentioned it, you said they were too ‘ outdated ‘ and ‘unreliable’ so you were gonna do it yourself.

lowkey giving me nami vibes

it was a double edged sword really

having your girlfriend be your boss, you’ve been together for the 3 years would been here-

( she ended up asking you out by giving you a rare exotic bird since she thought you were just as rare and beautiful as the bird )

but crocodile did keep an eye on you because he noticed how his assistant happened to wonder around with you when she wasn’t busy

when y’all weren’t busy you would go on little trips❗️sometimes she would search for something specific, while you just went to explore and document some wildlife.

you remember one trip to whiskey peak that robin said she wanted to make a side trip somewhere while you documented a new scorpion that you stumbled across. her interest grew the slightest bit as she say how hard you worked on your hobby, reminding her much like herself.

she returned content as she held your hand as you made you way back to alabasta. though mr.6 was ( once again ) not happy with your constant disappearances went to yell at you until robin appeared with you. your hero

though the day of alabasta’s downfall robin knows that you can take care of yourself so she asked you to (and mr.6) to take care of mr.3. the weakest of the agents in both your opinions, but also wanted you to be there for the final fights between straw hat and crocodile cause it’ll be ‘ an interesting battle ‘

though the last thing you imagine happening is the both of you being split up for months as you stay with crocodile and she disappears somewhere. you’ve tried looking for her, but everytime you (try) to mention her crocodile gets pissed and grouchy.

but robin won’t give up on looking for you. she hates to admit it, but everytime sanji tries to flirt with her she can’t help but think of you and how you would love it here and everyone. she tried to document as many animals as she can so she can give them to you once you reunite

though the last thing she expected was to overhear about a small female prisoner they had recently moved from alabasta.

could it be?

so of course she wasn’t too surprised to see you captured in sea prison handcuffs? as you were being escorted being loud as ususal as you were escorted to the prisons. she fell in love all over again as you were struggling and screaming threats. wow. is she lucky or what.

so of course she quickly met with usopp and told him to reduce you and bring you along or else. :)

boy was it fun for him to carry you as you were passed out. how you had energy with struggling from the chains, shell never know. but now it was much easier for him since you were napping 😌

being a pain in the ass is hard work ya know 🌝

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Ships and Shells (Pt.1)

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There were a great many things that Virgil didnt know, how to solve complex math equations, how to balance a book on his head, how the ocean could be so close to him yet so obscenely far. Really that was what confused him, a title of 'Prince of the Seas' and yet he hadnt set foot near one once in his life.

For a kingdom based so heavily around aquaculture, it was rather odd that his parents seemed to fear water more than they feared the idea of poison in their goblets.

Of course, that didnt mean they'd halted the economy all together, oh no, it was perfectly alright for other people to do the dirty work of the oceans, so long as the nobility stayed away from it.

But that's the thing about keeping an eighteen year old boy trapped in an expansive palace with windows pointing out to a place he wasnt allowed to go. It never worked.

In the case of this particular rebellion, Virgil had strayed off nearly every day at night to watch the tides, to feel the water on his feet, to call out to the distant shore that seemed oh so welcoming when he wasnt allowed to accept its invitations.

And if he couldnt sneak out, he watched ships dock and leave from the harbor as often as he could, his mind swimming with ideas of what it might be like.

"But mother I dont want to go to my classes! The instructor is all boring and- creepy-" Virgil complained, dragging his nails along the table and pouting slightly.

"Well if you didnt want extra classes than maybe you shouldve paid more attention the first time," the queen responded coldly.

"Well how can I! You've placed the classroom right next to the ocean! If you wanted me to pay attention so badly why would you give me a view like that!" Virgil responded, throwing his arms up.

"Well I'd expect you to have a little more self control than that!" And that settled it, if Virgil's mother was mad, there would be no further questions. Virgil mumbled a bit before he stormed off to his classes, fidgeting with his hoodie strings as he walked.

Of course, he still didnt pay a single lick of attention, simply stared out of the window and cringed at his professor's comments until it was over.

And then it happened, he'd walked out of the study, and heard a loud crash from outside. He raced to a farther window, pressing his face against the glass.

A large black ship was docked in the harbor, and the harbor itself, was on fire.

Virgil had to duck as something hit the window, a quick look allowed him to recognize it as a grappling hook. So Virgil began to run as fast as he could, watching pirates was one thing, getting taken by them was another.

Unfortunately for Virgil, he was fast, but pirates with ropes were much faster. Virgil froze as he heard boots land on the floor in front of him, and attempted to turn back in the other direction, only to run into another pirate.

"Aaawwweee, poor thing, he thinks we're gonna hurt him doesnt he!" Said one of the pirates, cackling. Virgil looked up and spat in his face. The man blinked, pouting slightly.

"Well fine, since you want to be so rude about it, Janus? Roman?" The man looked over Virgil's shoulder, Virgil attempted to break into a run again, only for his arm to get caught by someone else. He swilling around and attempted to bite his captor, only to feel someone else press against his neck, his vision went spotty, and then faded entirely.

He woke up in a cell, the smell of salt water filled his nostrils, he had cloth wrapped around his mouth, wrists, and ankles.

"Terribly sorry for the lackluster greeting, we're not used to skittering mice," Virgil glared at the man standing outside of his cell.

"Gee, you could kill a man with those eyes," the man cackled. Virgil let out a low snarl.

"Oooohhh, I'm shaking in my boots!" The man leaned against the cell, lifting on leg up and propping it on a barrel behind him.

"Tell me, what exactly do you think you'll be able to do to me when you're stuck in there, and even if you were out, pompous prince like you couldnt even throw a proper punch," the pirate said with a grin, Virgil noticed silver fangs glinting at the front of his mouth. Virgil lunged at him slightly, only to end up falling on his face. The silver-fanged man let out another sickening cackle.

"And dont get any ideas about escaping, you're on Captain Remus Duke-Prince Kingsley's ship now, and you'll abide by my rules, or you'll find yourself hanging from a fish hook off the hull," the Captain's voice took on a sudden threatening tone that sent chills down Virgil's spine. Virgil watched as Remus turned on his heel and strode out of the room, wishing ever so intensely that he couldve broken his bonds and strangled the man before he even set foot outside the door.

It felt as though Virgil had been alone in that cell for hours before someone showed up, he was short, with messy auburn hair and bright green eyes. He looked guilty, sad even.

"Here's your food, I'll uh- get that cloth off now-" he stammered, slipping the tray through a slot in the cell, Virgil turned his back to the man, waiting patiently as he felt the man's fingers working through the cloth bindings. Almost as soon as he felt the last piece of cloth fall from his body he bolted upright and tried to push his way through the cage bars. The man who'd delivered his food gave him a pitying look, but didnt stop him. It wasnt until Virgil had managed to tire himself put and collapse onto the floor that he spoke.

"Well, I suppose if you're quite finished, youd like to ask questions, then?" He said, raising an eyebrow. His face was soft, even the mildly annoyed look spread across it now didnt take away from the rosy flush of his cheeks, nor the faint glimmer of his irises.

"Yeah, question one, what the hell do you think you're playing at," Virgil said, slamming his arm against the cage bars again, ignoring the vibration it sent through his body.

"Ok, dont get mad, which is probably a redundant statement since you already look like you're going to explode, but, I cant answer that particular question yet," he said, the guilty expression quickly resurfacing.

"Ok, sure, fine, can you at least tell me what you need me for? Because it clearly isnt a ransom or I'd already be dead," Virgil grumbled, smirking slightly at the worry this seemed to cause the man.

"Well uh, I dont have all of the details, but uh- well- Remus says- I think- we need your help with something? Like- finding something, he says we cant do it unless you're with us," the man stuttered, shifting his feet on the ground.

"Oh really? So if I were to- say, remove myself from the equation, you'd be at a loss hm?" Virgil said, the man let out a terrified squeak. Virgil gave a merciless laugh, for a pirate, whoever this man was, he was nowhere near as threatening as his captain.

"Well uh- yes- that's, how I assume it would work- but uh- I dont think it would be very beneficial to you either-" the man continued, his boots now tapping more frequently on the ground.

"You and I have very different ideas of beneficial," Virgil replied.

"Roman? Is everything alright my darling?" Virgil paused as he heard another voice, this one deeper, almost silky in tone.

"I'm alright Janus-" Roman replied, Virgil heard shuffling.

"Are you going to eat? I dont think it wise to starve yourself, after all, a prince of the seas die in the middle of the ocean? There are far less ironic alternatives, and with much more bravado than that," Janus said, Virgil muttered a bit before he turned to the tray, which was, by some odd miracle, still hot. He glanced in the direction of his co-captors to get a better look at the second figure. Janus was tall, with wavy brown hair that was parted to the right, the left side was shaved, there was a very prominent yellow snake skull drawn on the right side of his face as well, and he, to, had metallic fangs, though his were gold, and were visible even with his mouth closed, Roman, it seemed, had no such additions. Virgil eyed them both carefully before he started eating, and he hadnt realized how hungry he was till that exact second.

"And dont worry about excercise, you'll only be trapped here until we're in the next town, of course you wont be getting off the ship, so dont get any ideas," Janus said calmly.

"And what makes you think you can stop me?" Virgil said, glaring up at him.

"Who exactly do you think incapacitated you upon our arrival at the castle?" Janus said plainly, flexing his hands, upon which were gold accents that seemed to trace it like a skeleton.

"Well, enjoy your meal, and dont sit still for to long, it gets dreadfully uncomfortable for your joints to get that stiff," and with that, the pair were gone, Janus fixing his hat, and Roman clinging to Janus' arm like a lovestruck puppy.

And there was Virgil, alone, and very much unhappy.

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THE MR. RUDE APOLOGISM MASTERPOST

you may be asking "Oh dear god what has Finn gotten up to this time?" well, that my friend, is a very valid question! The answer to which is as follows: He's rewatched every single TMMS segment with Mr. Rude in it to prove that he's done nothing wrong!

After many many hours of rewatching, I've come to some conclusions on the depressed tomato man. I'll give a quick rundown here, then throw my episode by episode analysis under the cut.

Season 1

Mr. Rude is in 30 episodes in Season 1.

In only 3 of these episodes does he do anything wrong.

In 4 of the episodes where he's innocent, Mr. Fussy yells at him for no reason.

Season 2

Mr. Rude is in 30 episodes in Season 2.

In only 6 of these episodes does he do anything wrong.

In 1 of the episodes where he's innocent, as well as one where he did do something wrong, Mr. Fussy yells at him for no reason.

Conclusions

In total, Mr. Rude only actually did anything wrong in 9 out of the 60 segments he's in, which is 15%. That's less than a quarter of the time. Even counting the three episodes I was unsure about, that's only 12/60. 20%. Still less than a quarter.

Why have I been bringing up Mr. Fussy? Because this experience genuinely made me not like him anymore. In only one out of Mr. Fussy's 7 appearances with Mr. Rude does he not yell at him, and in five of the times he does - it was completely unjustified.

Now, onto the episode by episode section!

Ah, you wanna see my episode by episode analysis? Well, I'll give you a quick color legend first.

Yellow - Mr. Rude does nothing wrong

Red - Mr. Rude does something wrong

Blue - Mr. Fussy yells at Mr. Rude for no reason

Pink - I have no idea what to put for this one lmao

Also, there's a ton of cursing in here because I wrote these notes as I went along and I don't feel like editing them to be more professional. You get what you get when it comes to Mr. Rude apologism.

SEASON 1

Flying - He does nothing wrong, he just asked Mr. Grumpy to do his fucking job. Though, I will admit, he was a dick about it.

Music - He does nothing wrong, Miss Naughty is a fucking bitch and Mr. Fussy targeted him for no got damn reason even though he has fucking ears and should have heard Miss Naughty going off on her fucking cymbals. Miss Naughty also tried to poison him so

Farm - He does nothing wrong, those bitch ass crows broke his fucking robot I cant believe this.

Booboos - He does nothing wrong, he literally just wants some decent service while he is in the fucking hospital and Mr. Scatterbrain is a fucking moron about it

Mall - He's barely in it and I will admit he is a bit of an asshole in this one but he doesn't do anything explicitly wrong

Birthday - He does nothing wrong, he just wants to buy a birthday present for his homie Mr. Grumpy. In fact, he shows that he cares about his friend because he knows what he would want (and gets something he wouldnt like, presumably as a joke). Hes a caring friend but also a troll.

Superstore - He does nothing wrong, he just wants to return his shitty toaster. It ends up well for everyone involved :)

Books - He does nothing wrong, he is literally just neurodivergent and cannot read social situations

Camping - He does nothing wrong, he tried to warn everyone that they were going the wrong way, and then called out Miss Whoops on her fucking bullshit and putting everyone in danger. He then proceeded to fucking die. Miss Daredevil doesnt even give a shit about two of the raft riders fucking dying what the fuck.

Paint - He does nothing wrong, he just wants to finish his painting commission.

Jobs - This is the one I time I'll admit he does something really wrong. He commits multiple driving related crimes, as well as throwing his sandwich at Mr. Quiet, splashing Mr. Nosey and Mr. Small, and taking advantage of Mr. Scatterbrain's stupidity. He also crumpled up Mr. Scatterbrain's drawing of a hamster.

Trains - He does nothing wrong, Mr. Fussy's a bitch ass motherfucker, and he did more good than bad because he rescued Mr. Messy at the end.

Fair - He does nothing wrong, he got a fucking pie yeeted at him of course he wouldn't like it. He does put the pie in Mr. Scatterbrain's face though but he already got it in his face so it's just even now. He then proceeds to be pelted with pies. But thankfully it seems like they're both having fun by the end.

Movies - Yeah he's a bit of an asshole in this one. He puts too much cheese on Mr. Happy's nachos (and then throws them at him). He does get his karma though cause he gets fucking trapped in the popcorn machine someone please save him oh my god.

Dance - He does nothing wrong, he just has taste.

Inventions - He does nothing wrong, Miss Chatterbox just doesnt like him for the way he is which is super fucked up of her. What the fuck, man. He accepts Miss Chatterbox's invention regardless. He then proceeds to be abused by everyone around him. Hes totally justified in being mean at the end.

Amusement Park - Okay yeah he was an asshole in this one, cause he was rude to Miss Calamity about her supposed grooming habits. However, he was also abused a lot during multiple of the bumpers, which I guess counts as karma.

Adventure - He literally doesnt even do anything in this one

Rainy Day - Dude, his entire fucking family died. Give him a break.

Games - He did nothing wrong, he won the fucking game but Mr. Scatterbrain took the credit what the fuck he only had 3 POINTS MR RUDE HAD 4 MR. HAPPY YOU DUMB YELLOW FUCK LEARN HOW TO COUNT

Restaurants - He does nothing wrong, Mr. Fussy is so fucking mean to him I will never get over this he deserves so much better what the fuck

Cars - he's just vibin man

Canned Goods - He does nothing wrong, he just ate some beans man

Collecting - he's barely in it and just kinda vibes

Full Moon - He does nothing wrong, he legit just got kidnapped by some fucking aliens with his alien husband

Heatwave - He does nothing wrong, 6 gay men just casually committed acts of Home Invasion and are going to be arrested for their crimes against him.

Sleep - He does nothing wrong, and I doubt anyone would have even noticed he was asleep if Miss Chatterbox kept her fucking mouth shut. He cant control what hes doing if hes fucking asleep. Even after all that he still clapped for Mr. Fussy, who hates him, at the end. What a champ.

Carwash - He does nothing wrong, Miss Calamity technically fucking kidnapped him what the fuck.

Lawns - He does nothing wrong, he didn't want to take his lawn to begin with and then got his lawn ruined for literally no reason, even after warning Me. Nosey and Mr. Small that their invention was gonna explode. He even gave Miss Chatterbox the joy in knowing she "won".

Parade - He does nothing wrong, he legit just made a float and Mr. Fussy fucking bullied him for it. What the fuck.

SEASON 2

Clean Teeth - Yeah hes a bitch in this one but Mr. Fussy was also a bitch so it evens out.

Airports - He does nothing wrong, he just wanted to go on his flight. Of anything, Miss Scary was more rude than he was.

Game Shows - He does nothing wrong like. Genuinely nothing, and then gets physically assaulted.

Hats - He does nothing wrong, Mr. Grumpy's just a fucking bitch and took credit for both his and Mr. Tickles hats. What the fuck, man.

Robots - He does nothing wrong, he legit just got his baguette burnt wtf

Up and Down - He's fine for the first bit but I will admit hes an asshole in the second one

Gifts - He does nothing wrong, he's just trying to keep Mr. Tickle from fucking assaulting people. Then his entire store is destroyed for no reason.

Sun and Moon - He does nothing wrong, he barely did anything at all

Telephone - I refused to watch this one I just know hes a bitch in it

Washing and Drying - He does nothing wrong, he just wanted his laundry done and he got assaulted at the end. Why is this a trend.

Fruit - He stole Miss Sunshines fucking fruit and then proceeded to endanger everyone around him by driving recklessly. What the fuck, man.

Radio - He does nothing wrong, Mr. Scatterbrain is just a moron, and Miss Whoops is a dumbass.

Supermarket - ???

Cinema - He doesn't do anything wrong, and he looks very nice in his new hat.

Post Office - He doesn't do anything wrong, hes trying his best okay (he also gets covered in stamps at the end)

Pets - He doesn't do anything wrong, he doesn't do anything at all

Dance Dance Dance - He doesn't do anything wrong, Mr. Fussy's a fucking bitch

Trees - He doesn't do anything wrong, someone free him

Library - He didnt even do anything man

Pirates - He doesn't do anything wrong, in fact he is the first to jump in and protect his crewmates from the aliens. He also saves the entire space crew in the end.

Trains and Planes - He doesn't do anything wrong, he barely does anything to begin with

Out to Sea - He doesn't do anything wrong, it makes sense for him to act in his own self interest because he was stuck on a deserted island with those three morons for 30 fucking days. He didn't intend to take the boat, because the tide rolled him out. He is now inevitably going to die.

Next Door - Yeah hes a bitch in this one, but he didnt deserve to get his fucking car crushed.

Lunch - He doesn't do anything wrong, Mr. Stubborn drew first blood.

Machines - This is a weird one. Is he really in the wrong for wanting to go home? I mean, it's safe to assume Miss Giggles is fucking dead if she was taken by a dinosaur. He even vows not to doubt Miss Daredevil at the end and is happy to see Miss Giggles okay

Fairies and Gnomes - even though he thinks it's silly that Mr. Nervous is scared of a garden gnome, he still "arrests" it to make him happy :)

Home Improvement - He doesn't do anything wrong, Mr. Stubborn is just a moron.

Birds - He doesn't do anything wrong, he was even nice enough to invite Mr. Nervous along for the birdwatching trip. He's totally justified in not giving a shit about Mr. Fussy because Mr. Fussy has been nothing bit horrible to him the entire show.

Parks - He does nothing wrong he just wanted a burger

Surprises - Refused to watch this one again, I just know hes a bitch

Wow, that's a lot. Anyways, as a proud Mr. Rude apologist, I conclude that he's an innocent man and doesn't deserve the shit he gets. I can get taking his drivers license though that man cannot drive for the life of him

[brelione]

The Surfer And The Siren

Chapter One:The Story,The Legend,The Bullshit.

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Chapter Two

It was a hot,humid day.The lack of clouds only made it worse and JJ was sure he would end up with a sunburn.Sunscreen had never really been in his top priorities and today he was beginning to regret it.The sun was high in the sky,the water unnaturally calm out in the marsh.As the boat came to a stop Kiara had let her hair out of its messy knot.She knew from experience that if she went swimming with her hair in its bun that it would get all snaggly and gross when she took it out.John B set his cold beer down,throwing his board over the side of the boat before making two awkward finger guns with his hands before jumping off the side.Kiara pulled off her light weight t shirt before jumping in as well,making a large splash in the cool blue water.JJ tossed his board before jumping in as well,coming back up to shake the hair away from his forehead.The heat against his tan skin wasnt as intense anymore and he felt comfortable enough to lay on his stomach on top of his surfboard,head down with cool water splashing onto his face every couple of moments.

Pope had done the same and John.B had decided too as well.Kiara was floating on her back,enjoying the contrast between the cool water against her back and the hot sunlight on her face and chest.It was a relaxing and calm experience until Pope spoke up. “Guys-hey,guys.There’s someone watching us.”He whispered,turning to face them and sounding a bit scared.Kiara rolled her eyes,not bothering to look at him. “Im serious,look,there’s someone right there.”He whispered,turning on his side once again so his back was facing them.John.B sat up on his board,helping Kiara to sit on it and balance out the weight,pretending to conversate so that if someone really was watching they wouldnt be suspicious.They glanced over to where Pope was looking,seeing a head bobbing in the water only fifteen or so feet away. “JJ-look.”Kiara whispered to JJ.He hadnt bothered looking up,figuring Pope was just seeing a rock or perhaps a seal.He groaned quietly,looking up so his chin was on his folded fingers.He squinted,lifting up his hand to block the sun.

 “Hello!”John.B shouted,causing Kiara to look over at him with wide eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?”She whispered,smacking his arm.A few seconds later the silhouette raised an arm out of the water and sent an awkward wave towards the group.They waved back,confused as to where this person had come from. “Uh-are you alone out here?”John.B shouted,noticing that there were no boats or boards in the distance. “Um...Yeah,yeah,Im just out for a swim!”The figure shouted back.It was feminine and smooth with a strange accent that JJ couldnt quite put his finger on.He bit down hard on his lip,so hard that he thought blood might start to trickle.His eyebrows furrowed,squinting and trying to see her better.Her head disappeared under the water,not showing up anywhere. “What’s wrong with you guys?”Kie asked upon noticing their facial expressions.Pope’s eyes were noticeably wide as he stared down at his board,JJ’s jaw stayed dropped as he stared out to where the girl had previously been,John.B’s face was a light red as he stared down into the blue water. 

“Huh?”John.B asked,looking up at her.Kiara glazed at the two boys who had luckily snapped out of their strange trance. “That was weird,dude.”JJ laughed off his nervousness.He brought himself back to the boat,lifting himself up the ladder and pulling his board up. “Shouldnt we go and check if shes okay?”Pope asked.Kiara nodded in agreement.The three of them got onto the HMS Pogue quickly before moving slowly through the water and keeping an eye out for the girl.No floating bodies,luckily.But no sign of her at all either.When they got back to the Chateau the sun was setting and the air was becoming cooler than it was that afternoon.Pope and JJ had decided to change into normal clothes,hanging up their wet bathing suits and changing into whatever was dry and would fit properly. “We’re gonna head up to the corner store,you guys want anything?”JJ asked them. “Get some chips.”John.B told them,not looking up from his rubix cube.Pope sighed. “What kind of chips?Doritos?Lays?”He asked.John.B shrugged. 

“Ooh get skinny pop.”He requested.The two boys began their walk up the cracked cement street.The corner store had been there for so long.It was old and worn down with cracked paint but had pretty much every snack and drink that someone could want.A nice old man owned the store,he wasnt the grumpy kind of old man though.He was friendly and appeared younger than he was.The bell jingled as JJ swung open the door.Old Richard seemed on edge,staring at the door like he was waiting for Obama to walk through.The boys went straight to the chip isle as they hunted for Skinny Pop.JJ had picked out a bag of cool ranch doritos when the bell chimed. “Hi,Rich!”You spoke excitedly almost like a nine year old about to go to Disney World.JJ’s jaw clenched,fingers clenching the doritos bag while his heart beated loudly in his chest.

The voice had the same effect on Pope,eyebrows furrowed while his mind emptied of everything besides your voice.You didnt know that,though.You hadnt seen Richard since last week when he had come to visit you at your cave.He was your oldest friend.Literally.The man was almost eighty and you had been friends with him since...well pretty much forever. “Hello,Darling!Ive got two last customers for the night and then we can get going.”He informed you,a smile coming across his dark face.The sound of the mature and croaky voice broke the boys from their trance,JJ’s head immediately whopping towards the door.His knees went weak as his eyes fell on you.He had never seen someone who looked quite like you.Your hair was long,curly and blue.You were around 15 or 16,a charming grin plastered on your face.You wore tight white ripped jeans and a large balck band t shirt that was clinging to your body due to the material being wet.JJ felt nervous as he and Pope walked up to the counter.

Girls didnt usually make him feel this way.He knew pretty much every single teenage girl on the island and he knew that they all had a thing for him.He was incredibly handsome and talented and funny so he could understand. “That all for today,boys?”Richard asked as he scanned the barcodes on the items.Pope and Richard made small talk but JJ couldnt be bothered to pay attention.His eyes were darting between you and the floor boards.The parts of your eyes that shouldve been white were tinted green or perhaps it was the lighting.You werent wearing makeup or any fancy jewlery yet your blue hair was well kept almost as if you got it professionally washed,dyed and cut every week.He cleared his throat,grinning a bit. “Um...is this your granddaughter?”He asked Richard.The old man chuckled,his face wrinkling as he smiled. “Something like that.”He answered,putting the chips and candy bars into a paper bag.

A small smirk came across your face as it clicked in your mind that these had been the same boys you had seen while you were swimming in the marsh. “Uh...Are you-are you from figure eight?”He asked.You shook your head,twisting the small copper ring on your pinkie finger.Pope looked over to you,blushing and looking away.You were slightly nervous too.It had been a while since you had been around human men that werent Richard.You tried not to giggle at how easily effected they were. “So youre visiting from the main land or some place?”The blonde boy asked as he played with his bracelets. “No,no,im from around here.”You laughed quietly although the sound still bounced off the walls.He gulped,the breath catching in his throat as he heard the whimsical giggle before nodding. “Um,well,im JJ and this is Pope.”He blushed a bright red.He was nearly the same shade of red as his hat. “Cool,im (Y/N).”You introduced yourself.Your voice echoed through his ears,his pupils dilating as he looked down at you.

Pope took the bag and nudged JJ’s shoulder.They both waved to you as they walked out.Once the door was closed behind them Pope let out a loud laugh. “What was that about?”He asked his friend.JJ shrugged,flustered by the encounter.The sky was a dark blue now,sprinkled with stars.The moon was full and a cream yellow color. “Did you get a weird feeling?When you heard her voice,I mean.Like a weird stomach ache or something?”JJ asked.Pope bit the inside of his cheek,the paper bag swaying at his side. “I mean,yeah,but maybe you’re just really high or something.”He tried to make it make sense.JJ shook his head. “Im gonna go back in there.”He turned around. “You can do that but im not waiting for you!”Pope shouted to him.JJ rolled his eyes,standing right outside the door and taking in a large and nervous breath.He opened the door,the familiar jingle of the bells filling his ears.

You looked up at him from the other side of the store after hearing the sound.You were filling a paper bag with pop tarts,jolly ranchers and swedish fish.Pretty much anything that tasted good and gave you small bursts of energy.Richard was behind the counter,a variety of folded shirts and shorts being stuffed into a drawstring bag.He glanced over at you before looking back at JJ. “We’re closed for the night,JJ.”He reminded the blonde.JJ nodded. “Yeah,I know,sorry.I think i dropped my lighter here so im just gonna look for it.”He lied. “Be quick.”Richard told the young boy.JJ went to the chip isle,pretending to look. “Do you need help finding it?’You asked,now standing at the end of the isle.His breaths went shallow,ears ringing as he looked into your eyes. “Why dont you just come back and look for it tomorrow?”Richard suggested.JJ bit his lip,the ringing stopping. “Um...Oka.Ill just come back tomorrow.”He turned to leave the isle but was stopped by the sound of your voice. “Is this it?”You asked,the silver zippo lighter in your palm.

He nodded,fingers brughsing against yours as he took it from your hand.A shiver ran down his spine,a loud sound between a scream and a laugh filled his ears and mind while his vision became nothing but bright white.He couldnt feel anything around him or even his feet on the floor.It was like the feeling of jumping into water on a really hot day with music blasting from a shitty five dollar speaker.It was pleasant but also scary.When your hand fell away the feeling left with it,leaving him to just stare down at you with shock.You just grinned,knowing exactly what had happened before making your way to the back of the store to grab an energy drink.His fingers tightened around the lighter.He walked out of the store again,feeling a mix of surprise and relief when he saw Pope leaning against a tree and eating pringles.

He jogged over to the tree. “So how’d it go?”Pope wiggled his eyebrows.JJ grinned. “Uh,well...I definitely saw her.”He rubbed the back of his neck.Pope laughed in his face before they began their walk back to John.B’s. “so you have a crush on a girl you just met,that you know nothing about and that youve barely spoken to?”Pope asked as he crunched another chip between his teeth. “Well,when you put it like that it sounds stupid.”He frowned,taking the tube of chips away.Pope chuckled. “If you still remember her name next week you should ask her to hang out with us.”He suggested.JJ nodded.When they got back to the house JJ laid down in the hammock,staring up at the sky like an idiot. “So JJ met a girl today.”Pope told the group as he took a sip of pepsi.Kiara rolled her eyes. “Please do not tell me that you hooked up with a girl behind the store.”She groaned.JJ shook his head. “No,I didnt.This was different.”He rolled onto his side so he was facing the others.John.B laughed,taking a swig of gas station beer. “So whats this girls name?”He asked.JJ let out a long,breathy sigh. 

“(Y/N)...god,she is so pretty.”He whispered,almost dreamily.Kiara rolled her eyes,eating a piece of popcorn. “Theres more to girls than that,JJ.”She reminded him.He nodded. “I know,I know.She has such a nice voice and she had blue hair and she just seems so...I dont even know.”He thought out loud.Kiara snorted. “Youve got a crush.”She teased.John.Bs eyebrows furrowed,his smile turning into a confused frown. “Blue hair?Like that old legend?”He asked.Kiara grumbled something under her breath. “Please do not tell me that you still believe in that bull shit.”She tossed a sour patch kid into her mouth. “Wait,what?”JJ asked.John.B sat up straight. “You cannot be serious.”His voice went flat.JJ shrugged,lighting a blunt.Kiara threw a sour patch at Pope before eating one. “Rafe Cameron will not shut up about it.”She huffed. “What are you guys talking about?”JJ asked,becoming annoyed. “Its all bull.”Pope shook his head.

 “No,no im telling you she had to be the one that saved me when I wiped out!And that time we were on the boat and a whole ass bag of swedish fish went missing off the boat!Or today when that random girl was in the marsh?Think about it!It had to have been her!”John.B exclaimed.JJ blew out a stream of white smoke. “I still dont know what youre talking about.”He released more smoke from his lungs and out his nostrils. “Okay-so for the last hundred years a girl with blue hair has rescued like a shit ton of people and saved a ton of beached dolphins and went to the Stone Wall riots and obviously no one around here has blue hair so whenever someone with blue hair shows up its like ‘wow its her’ but like,what if its actually her?”He finished his rant. “Alright,but like,this might be a bit dramatic….but maybe she just dyed her hair.”Pope tied a gummy worm into a know. “Hair dye is fucking expensive,no pogue could afford it.What kind of fancy kook would have blue hair?”John.B defended his argument.Kiara frowned. “Youre serious right now?”She asked.He nodded.

 “And what did Rafe Cameron say?”He asked.Kiara sighed,leaning back in her chair. “He was saying how he saw her and Sarah fighting seagulls and they went away by her singing to them and then he blacked out or something dumb like that.Now he set up a camera by the beach because he’s convinced she’ll show up again.”Kiara explained,closing her eyes as she spoke.JJ smirked. “So lets steal the camera and find out.”He suggested.Kiara shook her head. “Thats a terrible plan.He probably has the live video going to his phone anyways.”She yawned.

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[whirlybirdwhat]

deuce headcanons because i can and you can’t physically stop me

gay as fuck and his gay awakening was ace

okay now that we have canon shit established onto the rest

He keeps a copy of Brag Men on him at All times

He has no formal training in any weapon so he’s mostly hand to hand but as the spades journey he slowly gains proficiency in the rapier and pistols.

His mask sometimes slips off but he doesn’t always notice so crew members will either gently put it back in place for him (Ace) or slap at his face to make him put it back on (everyone else)

he’s a former rich boy and is constantly like “how much can a banana cost? Two hundred belli?” and Ace, who has never paid for anything in his life, is like sounds legit, while Mihar takes them both and teaches them about Real Money Adult Pirates Deal With, which means Deuce deals with Ace’s wallet from here on out.

Deuce is fantastic at gambling until the very last moment where he always does the worst thing possible. He blames Ace and his naming abilities, but eventually learns to team up with Ace, who only gets lucky at the end, and destroy everyone else.

Skull has a copy of Brag Men. Deuce talks with him about it sometimes.

Theres only Two People who Deuce respects on this ship and its Ace and Kotatsu who don’t fucking laugh at his writing. Banshee’s okay but she criticizes his metaphors.

Deuce runs very cold and therefore is an Ace magnet because Ace just wants to 1) get rid of nightmares and 2) not be smokin hot for once.

Skull, Deuce, and Mihar have a brain cell meeting once a week. Its with alcohol infused haki and sad expressions of having only 3 brain cells on the crew.

Deuce steals Saber’s cowboy hat so he and ace match

Deuce has two freckles under his left eye, covered by the mask. 

He has the worst bed head in the history of the world and will chuck random objects at anyone who mentions it

Ace came up with thhe Spades Pirates while Deuce came up with the Spadille for the ship name.

Former Society Man Deuce knows how to do the waltz and teaches Ace.

Despite his writing, he is the best at campfire stores when the crew comes to a deserted island.

All of Deuce and Ace’s heart to heart conversations happen at Sunset just as when they first talked post Devil Fruit Eating.

He didn’t want to be the Spades doctor. He was done with medical shit, he was a pirate writer now, not some nurse, but after the third time Ace nearly bled out due to his own stupidity Deuce started grabbing medical books at the islands they visited.

Deuce buys books at every island they visit, and helps Mihar (SOMETIMES) with his lessons - usually Aggie helps, but Aggie’s a bit scary for kids and kids like his mask so! Deuce helps it is.

Benn Beckman is Deuce’s favorite person in the entire world because he is the only one who knows how to deal With Stupid Stupid Captains (Who you may be a bit in love with.) 

Deuce leads the charge to get Ace back with the WB’s kidnap him and keeps on trying to get to Ace before finally running into him and making sure he’s okay.

The Rose is Deuce’s calling card (see his design, theres a rose on his pants or something like it) and it became so because he put a rose in Ace’s hair one day and had to back track because he couldn’t tell Ace he gave him the rose or ace would have feelings.

Deuce is the only Spade who knows about Ace’s dad and he always intervenes when the Spades talk about Roger.

I can’t remember if Ace had his tattoo before he set sail but if not, Deuce got a tat with him, a spade on his right shoulder, wreathed in fire. Ace cried.

Deuce writes back to his family only once and attached is his bounty. They write back, but the letter never reaches Deuce. 

Deuce is a crappy swimmer but still tries to get Ace out of the water. He fails. Cornelia usally does it, cause She’s Cool Like That.

Deuce hides away on the Spadille sometimes to just read some Brag Men when everything gets too much. 

For his birthday, the crew gets him a visual denden so he can take pictures of the places he goes to write about later. he would be touched if they also didnt smash his face into the cake.

His favorite food is pineapples. 

He is the only other person brave enough to go on Striker with Ace because he helped built it.

Deuce helps keep the Spadille together until they get a shipwright. 

The crew seems to have personal or paired cabins on the spadille so Deuce bunks with Ace. 

He hates his offical epitheth and wished he got a cool name like Fire Fist Ace. 

deuce dies at marineford 

Post-marineford, Deuce tries to track down the mera mera no mi so he can have it, like he would have if he had taken the first bite. instead, he finds sabo and they cry together.

Deuce is terrified of chickens which is revealed when Ace thinks its a great idea to bring chickens onto the spadille for an endless supply of eggs. Its horrible. Deuce cries. 

more to be added later lmao i love this man and his crush

[reversecreek]

ziggy strutting up to me like this gif as i hold up a crucifix n say begone begone vile beast BEGONE from my vicinity i will NOT buy u a happy meal wretched little boy...... some live action rp to start this off..... and SCENE. takes my bow. his pinterest is here n his playlist is here.

* dylan minnette, cis male + he/him  | you know ziggy benson, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of his life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to hand crushed by a mallet by 100 gecs like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole glitching televisions impaled by remotes, nonchalantly texting the babes as a stove fire ravages your kitchen & cartoons turned up so loud it fries your eardrums thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 24th, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her  )

HISTORY;

from the second ziggy ws born he didnt stop screaming. within the first hours of his life he gave his father an ear splitting headache tht prompted him to say “that uncooked chicken’s fucking demonic” n joke abt popping “it” in the oven to roast. when this understandably received disgusted glances frm the nursing staff he ws all like “jeez alright alright i’m kiddin i’m kiddin can’t a guy have a joke around here?” n i feel like that sets up their dynamic so nice n sweetly <3 (sarcasm) (lips pursed)

frm day one he ws just honestly a rly hyperactive child. when he laughed he’d shriek it out at the absolute top of his lungs bc he’d just get this huge giddy surge of energy all the way to the very tips of his toes n it’d hit him like a shock from a fork in a plug socket. their parenting style ws rly just lazy tbh.... they didn’t have much time for disciplining him. ziggy’s mum wld halfheartedly be like “ziggy quiet now....” n then go bk to nuking whatever vegetables she’d defrosted until they tasted like dinosaur bones..... this wld not make any difference in ziggy’s behaviour

his father rly just took the stance that it ws ziggy’s mum’s job to discipline him or raise him in general which is. 🔪 please enter the 20th century sir.... get ur noggin sorted..... needless to say he wsn’t much involved in ziggy’s life n honestly generally jst didn’t like him. ziggy was a responsibility he didn’t want (accidental prregnancy) n in his literal words once said (blatantly while ziggy ws watching cartoons on the sofa) tht ziggy just “harshes my fucking vibe a lil bit”. 

he wound up leaving when ziggy was six ish.... ziggy watched thru a crack in the blinds as his mum tried to grab at his jacket to make him stay as he lugged out his suitcase..... she even tried to physically cling onto him so he cldn’t get in his ride bt the door wound up slamming n she sat on her knees watching the lights pull out the drive n even long after they were gone. ziggy didn’t rly kno what to do abt this (emotions hd never been smthn he particularly understood, his own or how to handle other people’s) so after watching her fr 5 minutes he went out n gently shook her shoulder n was like. mom come inside u look weird out here. FKGHSFHGSFHKGFHKSGSFGHK. this was him trying to show love <3

ziggy’s mum is like.... rly relationship dependent. she gets all her self worth n validation frm whtever man she’s dating.... so she went on this like.... wild rampage of jst. dating a very large string of men. they ranged frm dreadfully boring to downright awful n were always below her standards. ziggy quite literally hated. all of them. every last one. even one that tried to b nice to him by offering to help him do his math homework when he ws 13 (bc ziggy was struggling a lot w this) n in response ziggy loudly barked until the man gt scared n stumbled backwards into a dining chair on his way out of the room. KGHFHKSJHFJGSHKFG

while him n his mum hv a kind of strained situation (there’s a great deal of resentment from her end n kind of. blaming him fr “driving his father away” n it’s never spoken abt bt it’s very much Present in their relationship n honestly ziggy kind of resents her too fr bringing some of the men into their lives tht she did) there is. love there...... sometimes she’ll like. reach out to cup the back of his head n he’ll duck his head away n be like wtf are u doing checking me for lice? n she’ll jst smile like :)...... knowing that’s how he loves. KHSFGKJGHKSFGFHKGSHF. ugh we love men who know how to process their emotions yesssss king give us nothing <3

(abuse n violence tw) idk i won’t go into it too much bt even tho ziggy’s constantly like 🙄 when his mum shows him affection he wld quite literally. kill fr her n almost did one time.......... narrowly avoided getting charged w assault when one of her bfs was drunk n evil n he went into protective mode.... idk he. has gone thru a lot n seen a lot n so has his mum. they look after each other the best they kno how despite the negatives in their relationship.... it’s complex <3

literally got in trouble so. often. at school. he ws always hyperactive (undiagnosed adhd n also probably not helped by the fact he ws jst allowed to eat sm junk food w 459729457952 sugar percentage all hours of the day) bt when his dad left n like. dealing w acting out so severely at home where his mum’s bfs were concerned it rly escalated..... i jst think he ws like. literally a terror. probably got suspended so many times. maybe even was permanently expelled before he cld get his diploma honestly. set off a firework in school hallway. smthn absolutely reckless n stupid.

hs hd a bunch of jobs mostly in the service industry...... usually ends up getting fired.... worked at mcdonald’s fr a while n then one day he went in rly high n ate three cheeseburgers in front of a weeping child who hd ordered one.... promptly gt fired bt he ws like yo fuck this place i’m quitting n threw off his apron n was like who’s with me??? who’s joining the union??????? to the rest of the staff n they were all mostly like >_> <_< before security approached to forcibly remove him n he grabbed a cookie n crammed it into his mouth in rebellion mid frantic n frankly possessed escape.....

in terms of wht’s going on to this day w his living situation i honestly think he still lives w his mum. i can just see this. KHGFSKGHSFGKSFGH. in like. a ramshackle bungalow in delphinus heights.... having said tht she probably isn’t. there tht often nw she’s dating her latest man (jonas, somehow always sweaty no matter the weather, wears too many gold rings n smells like shoe cleaner) who owns a car dealership n thinks he’s a kingpin for it. still home sometimes tho.

PERSONALITY:

ziggy spends his days working shifts at an ice cream parlour (one he got fired from once bc he broke in high n ate sm ice cream he was lay on the floor in the bk pants unbuttoned stomach bulging sm calling himself garfield saying he had too much lasagna. they hired him bk tho bc he has a harem of middle aged women who lust after him n it brings customers....) or like. cruising parties...... setting off fireworks.... skateboarding...... breaking into abandoned buildings.... filming stupid jackass type tricks....... playing guitar hero...... getting drunk at the arcade..... sometimes busking fr cash in a tossed dwn hat (very badly) (thinks he’s sick at it however)........ or alternatively...... fucking chicks aha...... fuck.......... not exclusive to chicks tho just had to sound despicable bt :smirk: he’s bi Baby.... 

i won’t lie he’s kind of an asshole................ never rly was taught properly how to empathise with ppl so like he struggles w that....... sometimes he’ll say smthn tht’s genuinely just quite mean n doesn’t need to be said but he doesn’t rly realise it’s like bad. n he’s like. what’s the deal haha why are u mad...... 

fuckboy. genuinely jst. rly summarises it well. insatiable. sleeps around wildly. will say he’ll call u back n then will not call u back. lies like oh babe i’m moving to france tomorrow fuckkkkkkkkk sucks so bad that we can only have one night but let’s make it special yeah? tits? n then they’ll see him casually skating past them on the street a week later n be like well clearly he’s not in france. ziggy doesn’t care.

calls himself a “genius inventor” bc he once gutted a vintage analog television n made it into a fish tank. it literally leaked water a bit. still convinced he is a literal visionary never seen before never done again. he’s like i’m on the brink of greatness. i’m the next einstein.

has a bit of a god complex where he thinks he’s the sexiest person in any given room n it’s kind of funny bc like dylan minnette’s sexy to me bt tht isn’t a widespread opinion n ur being a bit bold ziggy...... regardless has confidence thru the roof tht isn’t rly deterred by anything or anyone.....

dyes his hair 49729572459752 colours every colour under the sun. sometimes all at once jst different patches. wears lots of tie dye tshirts n basketball shorts even tho he doesn’t play basketball. rly colourful sneakers. just lots of loud colours tbh. often wears a paper clip in his ear as an earring. pierced it himself. someone probably recorded him doing it fr his insta story. probably was drunk.

drives a vespa around tht is baby blue with pastel yellow polka dots. it has lots of tin cans attached to the back by string like on those cars when u just got married. he did not just get married. u can hear him arriving frm over a street away.

almost never pays fr anything bt is always like “yo it’s my treat” n then either dine n dashes or u have to pay

his idea of romance is nuking a hot pocket as breakfast in bed n then complaining he’s hungry n eating half

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

fuckboy antics: he’s insatiable. rabid. notorious. mayb they fkd n he didn’t call........ jst completely ghosted........ mayb they were genuinely into him n he honestly built up kind of false pretences abt them having a connection n then jst dipped..... cld  b good fr angst n drama <3 someone please egg his house he deserves it <3

high skl heathens: locals tht were equally chaotic in hs..... just picture him having this group of misfits tht were like so loud n always getting up to no good doing god knows what god knows where.... probably gt arrested together breaking into an old abandoned hospital one time........... rly just doing the absolute most at all times............. probably so loud........... drinking n smoking far too much.....

an attempted teenage relationship: i’m like. tentative to even put this one bc i just feel like ziggy wld be a shit bf. KJHGFSHGFHGSFHGFKGHFKSG. but. maybe it ended in drama.....i’d say this wld probably be a girl bc in hs he probably ws less open w his sexuality... maybe ziggy cheated on her or she cheated on him................ angst........ strife.... we love it we love it........ i crash my car into the bridge... i don’t care... i love it... sudden icona pop moment me stood on stage singing karaoke.... it’s just gone 7am as i write this so i apologise if this is losing any. coherency. smiles so sexy....

last adolescent plot i swear: i picture when ziggy was expelled he somehow amassed a large group to protest w signs outside the school fr him to be accepted back. it didn’t work. he threw a party when he received news he hadn’t got back in anyway. maybe ur muse was involved or helped organise this or was violently opposed.

enemies: ppl who just. don’t like ziggy bc like honestly that’s so fair n valid. KJHGFKGHKSFGHSGKHSFHG..... mayb he like. exploded their mailbox one time when they were younger. mayb he skated over their toes. mayb he fucked their bitch aha fuck................. (joking btw) (don’t condone misogyny) (hashtag feminism). cld be fun to play around w

fwb: probably hs a few of these......... mayb they’re cool w things being no strings attached n lax n at ease w ziggy being the mess tht he is in general..... mayb they want more bt ziggy cannot provide...... mayb they literally don’t get on at all n this is their only mutual ground n they keep coming bk to each other.... :smirk:..... whatever u Farncy....

maybe ziggy’s mum dated ur muse’s dad at one point???? we can discuss this if u think it fits..... cld be fun to play around w............

coworkers: past or present r fun..... mayb they were like WTFFF is this guy fking ONNN at a past job (he’s had a few in the food service industry so pretty open in tht area)... mayb they work w him at the ice cream parlour now..... cn discuss the dynamic probably wld be dependent on the muse involved fr like. how he’d act n stuff.... :yum:

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At the Rivers Edge- Pt 1

Arthur X Female!Reader 

 Part 2| Part 3

Arthur comes into camp with a familiar dark air about him that leaves you hurting in his stead. Being one of the few who know him well enough to read his body language, you do everything to keep his mind off of the one and only Mary Linton

This one ended up getting long, and I wanted to split it up. However I felt like it would take away from the story… So in the end I decided it will just be a really long, short story. I hope you will all forgive me for it’s length, and enjoy this fluffy and angsty little fic! Stay safe and healthy! 

A shit eating grin radiated off your glowing face as you slammed your hunting knife into the table in a wave of victory. Hoops and hollers echoed through the trees as you slouched back in your chair, eyeing your blonde headed opponent. Micah mumbled complaints and slides in your direction while forcing the tip of his knife from the wood grain of the table. He wiped the blade on his pants before spreading his fingers wide.

It was one of those days; too hot to go out but perfect for staying in and enjoying the fleeting cool mountain breeze that happened it’s way through Horseshoe Overlook.  Everyone in camp had that same feeling, so that late afternoon when chores were nearly completed, there was a challenge of five finger fillet  and Micah was the Challenger. People would pay to see you compete against him.

It was well known that a rivalry blossomed between you since the moment he graced the gang with his presence. He hated that you, a woman, stood on a higher pedestal then he did. Your word was held to more importance then his. And whenever you’d take a lead and begin your journey out with Arthur or John by your side; he’d spit venom at you for being one of the side arms of Dutch. Women are second to the man and when I get on top, you’ll be the first to fall. You hardly paid his snarls any mind, you just moved on passed as if the breeze had whistled just a touch.

Ever since his entry in, he worked his way to the top ready to drop who he could. And like an ear mite he began to work into Dutch’s ear. And Micah would challenge you all the way for dominance, whether it was big or small it didnt matter, he just needed to win.

So when Micah stabbed his knife into the table you sat at eating Pearson’s stew and presented the challenge; everyone was gathered to see how well the cocky gunslinger would manage.

You rubbed your smooth, unscathed fingers watching as Micah slipped, nicking the crease of his pinkie finger. He seethed before starting again, quicker this time to make up for the loss. Before he made it back to his oozing pinkie, Lenny slammed the table “Time!” He shouted making Micah curse and toss his knife.

“Well, that leaves (Y/N) with nine, and Micah with eight.” Javier grinned, sipping at a half drunk beer. Micah scowled, watching your sweet eyes move around the crowd.

“Good game Micah,” you smirked, “you talk the talk,” you stood pulling your knife from the table and sheathing it. “But you can’t walk the walk.”

“I think that was luck.” Micah’s voice came off in a airy tone, “I say we do it again. This time will be different.”

The sound of beating hooves caught your attention and you turned your head to see Arthur ride in with a swarm of bad air. “I’d love to Micah, but you ought to rest that bloody stump of a hand before trying again. I’d hate to see you lose a finger.” You narrowed your eyes with a quirky grin before going to greet Arthur.

It was another well known fact that you were very close with Arthur. And just like him and John, you were one of the first. You were young, about 14 when Hosea and Dutch introduced you to the boys. You had a wild look to you, drawn up from abandonment and abuse that lead you to act in a crazed way that intrigued the older gentlemen. You were shaking and covered in bruises and blood when you met the eyes of Arthur and John. It took you a while, but you came around and became close with both boys; especially Arthur. Over the years, you both went sweet on each other but couldn’t gain the courage to admit it. And the feeling always stuck even after he met Mary Gillis.

“How’s it goin’,” you grinned giving his stallion a soft pat as Arthur climbed down.

“Been better.” He sighed while whispering compliments in his horses’ ear.

You knew Arthur pretty well, and you could read some of his body language like a book. His jaw tightened and his blue eyes grew a little cold. Your heart grew heavy, sinking deep towards your stomach. He gave you a weak smile before turning to head into camp. You stood cemented in place, running gentle hands down the mane of his  Dutch Warmblood. 

“Tell me boy,” you whispered as Arthur stopped at Dutch’s tent, with his large hands resting on his gun belt. “Did he meet up with Mary?” The horse whinnied almost like a confirmation. You gave him a sugar cube as a thank you before nodding slowly, “thought so.”

You hated Mary, and Arthur knew that. You didn’t hate her because he loved her; you weren’t that shallow. You hated the way she talked to him, hated the way she treated him and the way she left him. You had watched the way she destroyed pieces of him you were lucky to see before they were damaged. He was a different man after she came through like a tsunami of manipulation and negativity. And even after the engagement was broken, her picture remained at his bedside. You had wished to go back before he met Mary and confess all of your feelings to spare him the heartbreak.

You plotted, while leaning against the post between your horse and his; on how to take his mind off of whatever transpired in the few days he had been gone. If your sole purpose was to bring him back from whatever sad trip he took, then you’d be damned if that job hadn’t been completed. Your wild bay mustang laid his head on your shoulder huffing his hot breath onto your cheek. He lipped your ear gently making you giggle and nudge him off. “I’m thinking Zeus.” Your horse snorted, dipping his head down to catch some grass in his teeth.

You kicked at a rock buried deep in the earth, masked beneath the saw grass that came up to your upper thigh. Digging the tip of your boot to wedge beneath the rock, you kicked it up and smacked it out of the way. Your gaze followed the bending blades of grass and didn’t stop until you found Arthur’s figure again. Now he was talking to a drunk Swanson, who seemed to have a permanent scent of beer staining his weathered skin. People would think nothing of  Arthur’s changed demeanor. Nor would they notice. But you knew by the way he stood, the way his blue green eyes hardly held the motivation to focus on anything in particular. You felt the twinge of restlessness settle in your bones. Just a mild distraction you thought as you pushed yourself off the hitching post. 

Arthur moseyed over to Strauss who sat near the edge of Horseshoe overlook writing feverishly in the ledger. “Ah, Mr. Morgan-” Strauss began, looking over his rounded glasses. Arthur tipped his hat, looking out at the valley below. Strauss wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it up to Arthur, who hesitantly took it and looked over it. You moved through camp quietly, not picking up to much attention as you moved towards Arthur. You hadn’t thought up any plan, but you were better on the spot anyway. Once you stood a few feet from Arthur with his back to you, head down and looking at the paper, you waited a moment for that idea to pop up. And it surely did as soon as he shifted his hat slightly on his head.

You smiled wickedly, glancing around at the less then aware camp behind you. Biting your lip, you rose to your tip toes and grabbed the brim of his hat. With one motion you whipped the hat off his head and rested it gently on your own. It was way to big, and covered your eyes slightly. The whiff of musky scent the hat held filled your body with a sudden nervousness. The confidence that forced your hand to take the hat was pilfered as soon as the hat hit your own head.

He whipped around, meeting your shaking wide grin. You forced the nervousness away for a moment to regain the ability to think straight.

Just a distraction

“What are you doing?”

You shrugged, shifting the hat to properly see the swarm of confusion in his eyes. “I think your hat looks fantastic on me, don’t you?” That nervousness turned quickly to mischievous as you backed up.

“(Y/N) I ain’t really in the mood for this.” He grumbled turning fully to face you. “Give me the hat back.”

With a cheeky grin you popped out your hip. “Now I stole it, you think I’m gonna give it back?” You challenged. “If I robbed a bank, you think imma give that money back cause they want it?” A sudden surge of excitement filled you when he sighed, the look from before dissipated and a spark of playfulness flashed back.

You had everyone’s attention as you backed up slowly towards the horses. “Now if we are playing by that logic,” Arthur reasoned stepping around Strauss “then I have the right to watch you swing.”

“You do, and rightfully so. But in order for that, you gotta catch me.”

“How old you think we are? Twelve?” Arthur grumbled a small smile growing from the corner of his lips.

“Ain’t too old for thievn’ and taking what I want.” You hummed while turning on your heels and walking to your horse. “I always wanted the hat of the great Arthur Morgan!” You called, holding the crown of his hat to your head. The breeze of your stride threatening to knock it off. Shaking his head he gave an airy chuckle while following after you. He had longer legs, so making the distance between you took hardly any time at all. Of course you were slowed by the wind gathering in his hat. You heard his steps before you saw him and held the hat tight to your crown when you felt it tug.

“Come on, you’re being a fool.” He breathed, grabbing you around your waist to keep you from leaving and again he tried to pry the hat off your head.

“Arthur!” You gasped “look!” You pointed to the trees with one hand.

“Don’t think you’re fooling me with that crap.” He huffed as you slammed your butt into his hips. He released you and a laugh bubbled from your throat and warmed your cheeks.

“I know, silly me,“  the rush of shock that fumbled against his face made your heart skip a beat. It didn’t take long for him to bounce back.

“Oh you are gonna get it woman.” He called, as you quickly made it to your horse. In a rushed frenzy you untied him from the post and took off with Arthur close behind you.

“What wild thing bit you on the ass?” He yelled after you, your hands holding tight to the weathered leather perched on your head. You laughed in response while encouraging Zeus towards the  Dakota River. It only took a small gust of wind to knock that hat off your head and send it flying to the river. You gasped before having Zeus turn sharply and dart towards the bank where the hat sat in the gravel. Zeus had hardly made it to the shore by the time Arthur scooped the hat off the ground.

“You are a terrible thief.” He smirked, watching as you climbed off of your mustang.

You huffed, shaking your head. “I know it. Bout as good as Jack,”

“Now that’s just mean towards Jack. He could do better then this half ass attempt.” Arthur chuckled “I’m sure a squirrel could do better.”

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up Morgan…” You rolled your eyes before focusing them on his chest. “Ew now what’s that?” You asked walking towards him, pointing to his left pectoral. “Looks like you hit a June bug.”

He groaned in disgust, eyes flickering towards his chest; searching for the squashed beetle. You smiled ear to ear before running your finger up his chest, hitting his nose and grabbing his hat off his head. “Made ya look.” You giggled, taking off towards the river with his hat secured in your arms.

He couldn’t help but laugh himself. “You make me wonder if you ever grew up.” He smiled admiring you as you stood at the edge of the water, pointed boots dipped into the waters edge.

“Do any of us really grow up?” You asked putting his hat back on your head while looking out at the river.

“I suppose not all of us…” He came to stand beside you, his boots also dipped into the river. “some of us more then others.“ 

“Keeps us from getting boring.” You breathed, the sun growing warmer, the sky burning gold. In that moment, you wished you were kids again. It seemed so much easier, despite the many things stacked against you. Spontaneously, you kicked off your boots and rolled your pants up to your mid calf. The river water danced through the tips of your toes sending soft shivers through your limbs. You held onto his hat with one hand before taking one large step forward. The glacier water was freezing, but at the same time, you couldn’t careless. It felt good, the rushing rapids brushing against your bare legs.

The feeling of his eyes on you made your heart beat harder, stronger then before; sending waves of heat to your already red cheeks. You noticed the look on his face from the corner of your eye, a small smile graced against his rough features. The blue in his eyes shimmered against the oranges of the sun and that look you knew from before turned into something foreign. You looked away, grinning at the birds flying just in front of the sun, and the deer grazing 200 yards away.

It wasn’t long until Arthur joined you, wading beside you. No words were spoken, but that look remained. “I never seen you smile like that Arthur, you okay?”

The moment cut and he looked down at you. “I’m thinking.” He stated shortly.

“Now I’ve seen your thinking face.” Stepping in front of him, you looked up at his face. “Your eyebrows are usually not so loose. They are more knotted.” Your own mimicked what his would look like. “You’re mouth, well usually that sits in a thin line like this.” You pulled your delicate smile into a line. “and your eyes don’t sparkle quite like that. They are more sharp,” you squinted your eyes just a bit forcing a small chuckle from Arthur.

“Do I look that ugly when I think?”

You couldn’t help but gasp, and hurl a handful of water towards him. “You are not ugly, and I like your thinking face!” He laughed at the offended look you gave him. He sent water back with his foot making you yelp, the water sending a cold shock through your body.

“Tell me what this face means then,” he gave you the dumbest look, jutted jaw, crossed eyes, tongue out.

“That’s the look of I’m bout to kick your ass Morgan!” You shouted grabbing his hat off your head and tossing it to the shore. You charged at him, sending barrels of water his way and he did the same back. You went to push him, but he was ready and hoisted you up on his shoulder.  He kicked back cold waves of water from his feet, soaking your upper body and face. You choked out laughter, pounding balled fists into his back in hopes he’d have enough. “Oh you are so dead! Dead like a door nail!” You gasped as he sat you down. Without a beat, you shoved him enough to send him back into the river. And you winced when he hit, water splashing up and hitting your already drenched face.

The shock from his face disappeared when you laughed, and a smile of his own took its place. You helped him up while wringing out your soaked top. Bending, you collected his hat from the ground and combed your wet hair with your fingers; pushing the locks from your face. He stood, groaning at the wet clothes. You climbed up on a boulder just on the edge of shore and sat down, letting the sun dry you off.

“I’m getting to old for your antics,” he groaned while he stepped to shore.  Smiling you tapped the spot next to you, inviting him into the sun.

“As am I.”

He shook his head and sat beside you, running cold hands down his face. You sat cross legged his hat in your lap. Your fingers traced the many scratches on the brim, fingertips dancing towards the crown where the hat dipped. “You went to visit Mary today didn’t you?” Your eyes never looked up from the hat.

“Why does it matter (Y/N)?”

“She ain’t nothing but trouble Arthur. I don’t like seeing you come home looking like that. She ain’t fair with you.” Your grip on his hat tightened. “what did she even want this time? Cause I can tell nothin good came from it.”

“It ain’t none of your business.”

“Yeah, sure, it is when it hurts you cause seeing you like that hurts me. Why do you keep going back Arthur? Don’t you think you deserve better then that?” Your face flushed with frustration.

Sighing, his face sunk into his cupped palms. “I dunno (Y/N), whenever she calls… I come. She has this way with me. I can’t explain.”

“Well what did she want?”

“Wanted me to help Jamie. He got caught with some Chelonians or some crap.” He propped his arms on his knees, looking out at the setting sun. “I dunno (Y/N), She plays me like a fiddle, and wants me to change to fit her daddy’s vision.”

“You thinking of leaving?” Your voice came off quiet, like a wounded animal.

“No. I can’t.” He met your eyes, the concern flooding them making his own glance away. “I’ve got to many people relying on me. You know that.”

“Good. Because I don’t think she deserves you.” You slid off the rock, pebbles stabbing into your feet. You winced a little, but proceeded towards your boots. You slid them on while Arthur climbed down as well.

“I think you got that confused.” He let out an airy chuckle.

“I know what I said.” The hat fumbled in your hands as you stepped closer to him. “She’s manipulative. She is degrading. Arthur if she can’t see the beauty in who you are, then I don’t see why you stick around. She uses you, because you love her and she knows that. I think you deserve better. Sure, we are doing bad things, robbing and killing. But her guilt tripping you into changing just ain’t right.” You now stood inches from him. “I don’t like how she is with you, because I think you are an amazing man Arthur Morgan, despite all of the bad things. Right now, standing here, you are an amazing man, selfless, loyal, and understanding. You deserve more then she gives you.” You gently sat his hat on his head. “If you love her, fine. But you need to stay true to who you are and what matters most. Don’t change because she wants you to.” Your hand slid down his chest before you pulled away and mounted Zeus.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He breathed as you took off back to camp leaving him at the river’s edge.

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Aaahhh hand holding!!

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement for Dorianders? :D

Hi! Thank you for the ask! I didnt forget about this project, I just got a bit bogged down. Anyway I finally finished this little bit of wedding shenanigans for What if we were and will hopefully follow it up...soon...

This is an ongoing modern au Dorianders series. You can read them all in order on AO3 or just this prompt fill under the cut.

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Anders had never actually been to a wedding. He’d skipped the Chantry portion of Donnic and Aveline’s nuptials, for obvious reasons, and mostly pouted in the corner for the short while he attended the reception. Other than that, he didn’t even know any married couples. At first, he was almost looking forward to the service. Intrigued, anyway; he wondered if any part of the rituals would involve magic. They did, it turned out. Quick, sparkly bits of magic that were supposed to convey blessings, but mainly just looked showy. It also turned out that there were about five hundred of them, scattered throughout a four hour long ceremony, with a great manner of pomp and rhetoric the same as in any Chantry around each one. Stand up, sit down, chant some verses, stand up again. For four fucking hours. So it was no wonder that his mind began to wander.

First, he scanned the faces of the crowd. Justice often had a good sense for people, flashing alarm bells of blue heat and aggravation over the unpleasant types, but even with help Anders’ judgement wasn’t immaculate, and in this crowd, all he could feel was a general wave of discomfort. Lots of the worst kinds of people were present; captains of all sorts of unethical industries, and politicians to boot. Not to mention the nice brothers and sisters of the Chantry itself, stationed around the pews like palace guards, all shrewd-eyed and deceptively pious. Or maybe he was projecting, and none of the smiles were laced with judgement and malice. Though, from the way Dorian flinched under them too, he more got the feeling that, as different as a Tevinter Chantry was, it was all sort of the same. 

Which was how he found himself once again devoting too much of his focus to Dorian. Dorian didn’t set off alarm bells in his mind, and he could be counted on to roll his eyes over the more dreary verses and to laugh under his breath at Anders’ attempts to make him by cracking rude jokes under his own, and pretending to nod off here and there. He pointed out bad hats with enthusiastic judgement and gave an exaggerated yawn to the third round of archaic traditional vows, but grew appropriately quiet and attentive at the gentle parts. 

He looked gorgeous, of course. All done up in formal robes — black, which at a wedding made a statement, but he could get away with it, events being what they were. It was a good distraction, watching Dorian, until it wasn’t. He went down from standing to kneeling with the rest of the congregation, muttered his verses wrong and shot Anders a few roguish looks, and his thighs, when they went back to sitting in the pew, were almost close enough to be touching Anders’. His hands kept flashing distractingly as he fiddled with the wedding programme, or absently flipped through a book of verses — they were decorated with too many bright gold rings and shiny black nail polish, and they moved with all the grace and flair of a magician performing sleights of hand. He also smelled like something; dark, woody and spiced and somehow a compliment to the incense and must of an old gilded Chantry hall, while still at odds with it all. It was all almost enough to keep Anders’ mind busy through the ceremony, and he made it through the first two hours just sort of floating on Dorian’s pretty coattails, thinking about things he shouldn’t be thinking about while sitting under the gaze of a revered Father and various lay Sisters, and delighting in the act of doing it anyway. But even sex appeal and lighthearted blasphemy couldn’t keep him busy through all of it, and, apparently, it couldn’t keep Dorian’s beautiful hands calm either. About three hours in, they both started to get twitchy. 

There was a point — Anders couldn’t even say what it was, a particularly dark scowl from a Sister, or a whiff of too much smoke from one of the great lanterns of incense floating overhead, or just too many wrong notes in the song, but there it was; deep discomfort in his stomach, shivers in his shoulders that wouldn’t quell no matter how hard he tried to make them, sweat in his palms — and he got up. Slid awkwardly out of the pew, squeezing around politely scrunched-up legs and still managing to jostle every knee he passed, and snuck around to the back of the hall, through an archway, and finally shoving his way through a big stone door that he hoped would lead outside. 

Thankfully, it did. The air was clear and the day was sunny. Even with the colourful brilliance of sunlit stained-glass in the hall, Anders had almost forgotten that it was day, under the fog and weight of all that smoke and mumbling of verses. He breathed in, then out, then in again, smelling the freshly cut grass and the blooms of late season flowers in the Chantry’s overflowing garden. He slunk back a bit, towards the walls all sprawled over with vines and in behind a growth of prickly rosebush that was more thorn than flower, and sank into the slightly cooler air that its shelter provided. The Chantry was a pretty, impossibly old building, all high, vaulted roofs and crumbling white stone pillars, statuary of Andraste and her various disciples littering the grounds. He leaned against a pillar to steady himself, and kept breathing. 

“Hiding in the bushes and you aren’t even smoking,” Dorian’s voice tutted out at him with mock disappointment, the rosebush rustling as he made his way around it to where Anders leaned in the scraggly shade, sending more floral notes into the air. 

“Needed a break,” Anders muttered with a shrug. He’d lost track of how long he’d spent out here, just breathing, and a wave of guilt and embarrassment hit him for being found hiding. 

“Maker, you could have told me. If I’d known we were going to skip out on the ceremonies to loiter in the Chantry gardens, I’d have scored some elfroot first.” 

“I don’t smoke.” 

“Of course you don’t. Well, don’t hog all the fun, if we time our exits from this hiding spot properly, we could cause all sorts of scandals.” 

Anders grunted. 

“Or we could simply catch our breaths and then rejoin for the final vows, and no one will ever be the wiser.” Dorian continued, the humour draining quickly from his voice, eyes settling on Anders with a look of unmasked concern. 

“Yeah. I’m — I’m fine, we should probably head back in.” 

“Well, if you’re fine,” Dorian said, “personally, I feel I’m crawling out of my skin, but I think I can tolerate a few more verses before my lungs give out.” 

“Hm,” said Anders, which must not have been the response Dorian was looking for, because he frowned and crossed his arms. 

“You know, the Chantry I went to growing up had fantastic bushes for hiding in. I became very well acquainted with them. Not without consequence of course, I’d inevitably get caught and dealt a right smack, but a young, investigative mind can only take so much repetition before it begins to turn to mush, so what’s a young budding genius to do?” He sighed with exaggerated wistfulness, sarcastically emphasising his point before going on; “a particularly sadistic Sister had it out for me. Every week being expected to sit quietly in service, and it was a smack if you missed a line or dropped a book or cleared your throat too loud or… just for anything, really. Still feel my hand itching every time one of the Sisters looks at me wrong.”  

Anders nodded again, still mostly busy taking breaths. 

“I imagine a Circle wouldn’t be much better…” 

He nodded once more, this time with a sigh. 

“Anders?” 

“Did I ever tell you I blew up a Chantry? Well. Seminary, really. The one in Kirkwall.” He just sort of said it, not even in tones that were particularly hushed. Anders kept his eyes pointed away, meeting anything but Dorian’s own, and inadvertently found them landing in the empty stone gaze of Andraste’s, her smooth, placid face peering over the topiary at them.   

“You — wait.” Dorian was looking at him though, intently. “That made the news even here. Wasn’t that the shot that rang out across all the Circles down south? Beginning of the great collapse?” 

“That's not all my fault,” Anders interjected quickly, though some part of him wanted to replace the word “fault” with “credit” and then to proudly take all of it, though he really couldn’t claim that, “but it did cause a fair amount of disruption, yeah.”

“Huh.” Anders carefully broke contact with the eyes of the marble prophet, finding Dorian’s still examining him closely. He swallowed, and then Dorian shrugged. “Good for you.” 

“Not sure why I agreed to come to this. I suppose I thought a Tevinter service would be different, somehow, but I keep expecting a bolt of lightning or something to crash down upon me from the heavens.”

It was not exactly the response he’d expected. It wasn’t like he went around telling everybody that he had, prior to his expulsion from the University of Kirkwall’s medical school, helped to orchestrate an explosive attack on the school’s seminary institution, taking a large chunk of the city’s gleaming pillar of a hightown Chantry with it, but he was fairly certain the response most people would have fell solidly short of good for you. Dorian made no signs of striking him with anything — lightning or otherwise — however, and the skies remained clear.

“Nonsense. Laugh in the face of the Maker’s judgement, that's what I always say.” Dorian declared boldly. 

“I'm sure that does wonders for your career,” all that exaggerated bravado was doing something, but still all Anders could manage in response was some mild sarcasm and a raised eyebrow.  

“It most certainly does not,” Dorian continued to exaggerate in his responses to everything except Anders’ actual admission of a felony, “I deplore anything less than a suitable challenge.” Dorian flashed him a proud grin. 

Anders tried to laugh, appreciating the attempts to lift his spirit. It came out as more of a sigh. “Right. Well I'll be watching your drinks at the reception.” he promised, keeping his eyebrow raised. 

“And I suppose I should be watching your back in case of mortally offended Ferelden Chantry Sisters.” Dorian countered, flashing him a smile that was less braggy, this time, and very far from the usual all-talk sorts of smirks he gave out like favours. A reassuring smile; soft, glint of concern still twinkling in his eyes, no teeth, but no suggestive bit of pout or sly lean, either.  

“You know, I heard there was one from Lothering who was quite stabby,” Dorian’s smile picked up confidence from Anders’ weak attempt at a joke, and Anders found that his mouth was almost on its way to one too. 

Then Dorian took his hand. Placed his right over Anders’ left, fingertips cool, rings smooth and metallic points of hardness against Anders’ knuckles. He squeezed once, pressing those cool fingertips into the supple give of Anders’ palm firmly for a fraction of a moment, long enough to be exhilarating, quick enough to be careful, and then he let go. 

“Thanks,” Anders mumbled, dislodging his eyes from the care in Dorian’s before he pushed himself back to standing upright, ready to leave the bushes behind. 

“You’re doing me a favour here, remember?” Dorian corrected with a quiet scoff. He strode off ahead, out of the bushes without catching his robes on a single snag, and slipping quietly back into the Chantry through a small, vine-covered side door.