#Punk Daily Read

[punkpandapatrixkdailyread]

運命だってさー unmei datte sa—／because it’s DESTINED for you, bitch!

Moon Day 11 & 12 in Taurus→Gemini／Waxing Gibbous

M o o n N a v i ♥︎ XVII The Star

WTF! A Major Arcana on this day I felt like channelling about your Destiny?! It’s meant to be, baby~ On this Waxing Gibbous moon day, get clear about your higher destination—your Destiny���and gather the courage to believe that you’re worthy of ALL you dream to see manifest in your Reality! Too many people are prevented from their Destiny by society. This needs to STOP! OK?

Destiny is a thing that often feels big and this could make people question themselves. But if your Destiny doesn’t scare you, is it even worth fighting for?! That’s the thing with achieving greatness, right? Any time you feel like the path you feel a calling to is a lonely one, that it seems impossible, remember that you totally ain’t alone in this!

Bitch, you do remember you’ve got your ancestors and Spirit Guides working hard behind the scenes because they want to see you succeed, right? Never fear mistakes or even failures when you’re welcoming the invitation of your Destiny. You’re never braving this world alone; not really, no. So go be a Fool and start directing your own Movie.

You see, the true value of success can only be measured by how satisfied you are with your own choices. Now go write your own Story, Y/N!📝

Priestess of Intuition ♡ Affirmations

‘Exactly three keywords are associated with the Priestess of Intuition: VISIONARY, INSPIRED, DREAMS COME TRUE. You have the power to rattle the stars! You can demand authoritatively that you’re offered a job that showcases your true spiritual talents. You can demand with healthy confidence payment that suits your spiritual contribution to the world. You have the power to rattle the stars, so start acting like the magical main character of your own Story!’

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[zinaanqar16]

Hello there, wherever you are. Maybe you're reading this while at work, during a break, or relaxing with your loved ones. I don’t know exactly where life finds you right now but I do know where I am. I'm writing this after being forced to flee my home under the deafening sounds of bombs and artillery. I didn’t leave because I wanted to I left because I had no other choice. Just for the hope of safety. Imagine that... running, not for a better life, but just to stay alive. But fleeing isn’t the end of the hardship. I’m now struggling to find clean water, food, and a safe place to sleep. This is what daily life looks like for me and so many others not a moment of peace, just survival. What we’re living through can’t be fully captured in words, photos, or videos. It’s a pain you have to live to understand. So please, if you’re able to donate even a little it would mean the world. And if you can’t, I completely understand. Just share this message. Maybe someone who can help will see it. I’m not asking for luxury only the basics. Only survival. Only hope. So please donate now.

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[bunnyclawzz]

Opposites!

Mohawk Mark x Hyperfem!Reader

A/N: veryvery self indulgent, but I do think this variant specifically would love a girly girl!

He has no idea how he got into this situation. He’s never cared that much for getting into a relationship. It's just too much to deal with! Finishing school, training his powers, reading and rereading Seance Dog comics..he does not want to deal with some girlfriend on top of all of that. A girlfriend would be too demanding of him; forcing him away from his reading to do what she wants, just another person he'd get into arguments with. That was what he thought, what he thought before you sprouted into his dull life.

You two first got to know one another from being paired together for some AP Bio project, and since then...you just sort of didn't leave him alone, and for once, he wasn't annoyed with somebody bothering him at school. He swore to himself that you were temporary. Just a little something to entertain him and a person he could actually talk to instead of keeping all his thoughts in his head.

And yet here he is paying for your nails every three weeks, spending hours inside of a mall to carry your bags, and having to give his input on outfits, hairstyles, jewelry, perfume, ect. All for you. He only did it for you. Anyone else asking for all that is an instant hell no. For you? You don’t even have to ask, he’s the one asking when your next nail appointment is and the next time you’ll need his help carrying bags around the mall.

“Maark! You gotta help me, I dunno which gloss to get, you gotta help me pick one!” You whined softly while staring down to the two choices in each hand with a pout. “..I thought I got you new glosses last week?” “Those were liners.” He pauses to think back on your little makeup lectures. The little rants he pretended not to listen to despite wanting to learn the differences. “Right, liners, whatever-does it really matter which one you get if I’m the one paying?” You look up at him with a irritated expression, as if it was the stupidest thing he’s ever said to you. “Which would you rather have staining your skin and clothes?”

…

“..the darker pink one.” who would've guessed the punk with a mohawk prefers hot pink on his girlfriend's lips

He never really believed in love before you. It all looked so fake-finding someone who's magically your other half? Called it all fake until he found himself with you in his thoughts every second of the day. Always thinking about you, whatever ruffled blouse you had worn with that tiny mini-skirt to school that day. Always texting you barely ten minutes after he had dropped you off at your house to tell you what time he'll be finished training so you could call him before he passed out in bed for the rest of the night. Always doing whatever you asked him despite acting like you asked the most of him daily.

And just thinking about it all makes him reconsider you being temporary.

[notsorryiml8]

Thoughts that pop into my mind before bed. And a possible hot take. 🤷🏽‍♀️

So, a lot of people say that Kakashi was this brainwashed little lap dog of Konoha because of his unrelenting loyalty. And that’s why they don’t like him. Fair enough - you don’t have to like him.

But was he a lap dog, tho? I’m sure someone has mentioned it before, and I’m not the first, but his passive aggressive white-haired behind protested the establishment from the day Obito died.

I know it’s like, huh?!

From a cultural perspective, Kishimoto is from Japan. A country which is known for its structure and adherence to norms, especially punctuality. He created Kakashi, who from the day Obito met The Rock, said I’m going to be late for EVERYTHING! Not just minutes late, but HOURS late. He intentionally created him to be outside the norm.

Meh, I know, ok, ok, so Konoha isn’t necessarily Japan and they may do things differently. Let’s let that slide. People are born with pink, white, and blue hair there and they’re currently fighting aliens and cyborgs. So really can’t compare. Cool. But even in this fictional world his lateness was an outlier and considered rude.

Okay, but hello, Kakashi is also in the military. Ain’t no military in the world, fictional or real, gonna put up with blatant disrespect for time. I’m from a military family and there’s an old military saying that goes, “early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable.” You just don’t.

Kakashi really doesn’t care. Hello? He was late to the Third, who happened to be his commanding officer, elder, and village leader’s, funeral. The ultimate disrespect. Why was he late? Because he was paying homage to his friends and father who were all dead in the name of the village who couldn’t care less about them. Kakashi blatantly disrespects and disregards everything the village stands for ALL THE TIME and that scene was the epitome. And he does it not so subtly. From being late to everything to reading erotica in public (*faints and clutches pearls*) to failing all previous kids in the academy that were sent to him, which is him saying he plays by his own rules not Konoha’s.

I think people forget how high ranking Kakashi is (literally only the jonin commander, the elders, and Hokage outrank him). In the war, he’d be the equivalent of a general. Put his actions into the perspective of his rank and you really will see how he spat in their faces.

They could have demoted him, stripped him of his rank. Kicked him out of the forces. Reprimanded him in other ways. Etc…but the reality was they couldn’t. He was their cash cow. With the Sannin gone, he was bringing in the most money for the village, so they had no choice but to let him do as he pleased and he knew that. So for as many people who say he was Konoha’s lap dog, Konoha was his.

But, wait, he could have left. Right?? Nope. Why’d the little punk stay and be loyal to a village that destroyed his life? Why? Because. He was anchored to that forsaken village by guilt. If he can’t leave those graves to show up on time for a funeral or to train his squad or go on a mission, then lawd knows he’s not leaving those graves permanently to go rogue. Even if they’re dead, his family and friends are there. As are his living ones. Even at his lowest, he wouldn’t/couldn’t leave them behind. Something…something… blah blah blah about being scum. So, he internally, as in within the confines of the village, and subtly went rogue on a daily with passive aggression, resistance, and defiance.

[konigenblobbity]

Heartthrob to Heartbreaker

Hobie Brown x Civilian!F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, established relationship, hidden identity, slight stalking, pinning to bed, neck kisses

Summary: Hobie and you have been dating for 10 months but you haven’t met his second identity, and so when he begins to follow you around, and gift you flowers as Spider-Punk, you can’t help but be creeped out. At one point he gets a bit too close, forgetting that, to you, he was a stranger, causing you to panic when a media article paints you two as a couple… you worry what Hobie thinks

A/n: Inspired by this work by @tenaciousduckpoetry. Specifically their idea of:

“Flirtatious! Hobie who shamelessly flirts with you as Spider-Punk to the point where news articles are written about spider-punks mystery s/o”.

Enjoy meine Lieben!

You and Hobie had been dating for roughly 10 months, although he didn’t like labels he found his ways of making it clear that he still saw you as his girlfriend, and loved being your boyfriend. You’d spend most nights at his place, cuddled up in his arms while watching a movie, or lying on his lap reading a book while he played his guitar.

You loved spending all the time you could with your boyfriend, preferring to be in his home over anywhere else. Especially since recently you’ve been catching the attention of your city’s spider-punk. He’d often ‘bump into you’ during his missions, accidentally pay for your daily coffee before you even get to the cafe, you’d even catch him watching you through your windows when you were at work.

You tense when you hear a soft tap on your window, seeing as you were on the 10th story you knew exactly who it was. You turn your head and see a familiar face, hanging in a spiderweb hammock, with his head in his hands and looking at you.

You stand up and sigh, walking to the window and looking at him unimpressed. He just gives you an exaggerated wink and watches you, the soft roundness of the eyes of his mask, and the way they look into your own coming across as affectionate. As if he was looking at you in adoration.

You reach for the chain of the blind, closing it on his face. You can hear a soft huff from behind the glass, watching his shadow disappear from behind the blind. You smile and go to sit back down at your desk, hoping to get back to work.

Throughout the rest of the day you spot the spikes of his mask poking over windowsills, or can see remnants of his webs on the pillars outside the building. You try to ignore all of it and just focus on your work, seeing as it was an important project due in a few days.

When you finally leave the office the receptionist stops you, calling you over. “Mrs! Before you head out, someone dropped these off” you give her a look of confusion but she then holds up a bouquet of flowers, a variety of wildflowers, not one of them looking identical to another.

You couldn’t help but immediately think of Hobie, knowing he’d give you something so inconsistent. You give her a smile and grab the bouquet, admiring it. She then adds “The rather tall gentlemen looked quite similar to our spider-punk” she winks at you and you blush, your smile dropping at the reveal that it wasn’t from Hobie.

“O-oh?” You say and she just nods. You press your lips into a fine line, but then smile at her before leaving. “Thank you Julie” she smiles and then has you chuckling softly as she adds “Of course, more than happy to deliver your secret admirer’s gifts”

You walk out of the building, looking around. So sure you would see him on the walls of the building, or hanging off a street lamp. But he wasn’t there, you let out a sigh of relief and begin to walk to Hobie’s place.

You relaxed the more time that passed without seeing Spider-Punk. On the way home you pass by a restaurant with empty vases on the outdoor tables. You pop your head in and get permission from the owner to put the flowers in the vases.

You spend a few minutes separating the flowers into groups and placing them in the vases. You then let out a sigh, dusting your hands and walking off. You didn’t want to come home with flowers from a stranger, especially when you were going to your boyfriend’s apartment.

When you’re roughly 10 minutes away from Hobie’s place, you hear footsteps behind you, they’re quiet but get closer to you. Just when you turn your head to see who it was, Spider-Punk moves to stand in front of you. The shock of him being so close causes you to step back, pressing your body against the brick wall of a building.

His face is an inch from yours, causing you to blush a deep red as your eyes go wide. “Hey love” he says and you swear his tone was eerily familiar… but you brush it off and decide to focus on getting back to Hobie. “H-hi… sorry but I need to go.” You go to walk off but he places a hand on the wall, leaning over you, simultaneously blocking your path.

“Oh yeah?” He says and tilts his head, you watch as he eyes you up and down and your unease turns to anger and irritation. The way this stranger was looking at you had you uncomfortable. “Yeah. To my boyfriend” your tone was stern, and your expression dropped to indifference.

He lets out a chuckle which vibrates through your body, it felt teasing, almost mocking. He leans in closer, tilting his head slightly to whisper in your ear. “Boyfriend? Hm isn’t he a lucky man?” The way his breathe tickles the sensitive part of your neck through his mask had you blushing again. You place your hands against the wall behind you, trying to ground yourself.

Before you could respond there’s a flash sound next to you, turning your head you notice a few people having spotted the scene and taking photos. The flash coming from a paparazzi. Once you spot them you can hear a soft scoff leave Spider-Punk as he pulls back from your neck, turning to look at the paparazzi as well.

It’s then that a few people run up to the two of you, asking… no, shouting their questions at you and Spider Punk. Ranging from “Care to comment on your relationship?!” to “Spider-Punk, who’s this little bird?” You stand there, frozen in place, all the attention having you like a deer in headlights.

It’s when Spider-Punk leans towards the paparazzi and says “Well… this here is my little bird” that the people start shouting more questions, getting louder, but you ignore it as you look at the Spider with a incredulous expression. You scoff and then lean forward, so you’re talking directly into his ear “I’m not your bird. I’m taken asshole”

He turns his head towards you, and you swear you can sense a smirk under his mask, you just scowl at him and then shove him off you. It earns a few ‘ooo’s and you then stomp off, brows still furrowed as you continue to make your way to Hobie’s apartment.

Just as you’re around the corner from his place, your phone begins to buzz. You assume it’s a message from Hobie, asking where you are, but instead it’s from a friend. A, seemingly, hastily typed message in all caps, with an attached link.

You open the message and you stop in your tracks as you read it. ‘OMG I LOVE HOBIE BUT I DIDNT KNOW HE WAS AN OPTION?!?’ You open the link quickly, it led you to an article. You read the headline with shaking hands, causing the phone to shake as well… it caused your breath to catch in your throat.

‘Heartthrob turns to Heartbreaker; Spider-Punk spotted with Secret Sweetheart!’ You then see the photo of you and Spider-Punk from a few minutes ago. You notice how it was front page news, as you look at more news websites, and just see that photo and over again. Then reading how they quoted him calling you ‘His little bird’.

Your mind immediately thinks of Hobie… what was he thinking seeing this? You then start sprinting, your heart beat quickening as you get closer to Hobie’s apartment. You finally reach it, running up the stairs and going to open the door, fumbling with your keys from your nerves before finally getting it in the lock.

You swing the door open and throw off your shoes, running into his bedroom and spotting him lying on the bed. When you run in, breathing heavily, his eyes focus on you, placing his phone on the bed and standing up. “Oi, love what’s wrong? You alright?” He walks up to you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

You look at his phone on the bed and see he had the article open, you then can’t help as your eyes well up. You grab his hands in yours, holding them in front of you as you begin to ramble, trying to explain what happened, your breathing turning shaky.

“Hobie listen it’s not what it looks like! I-I don’t know him, I don’t know why he’s so obsessed with me! I swear I didn’t know he was going to do that… he was just following me after work! I swear Hobie!” Your words begin to break, soft sobs leaving you as you feel a few tears slide down your cheeks, blazing a trail for more to follow.

Your hands were shaking, you were looking into Hobie’s eyes, desperately trying to find whether he was angry, or felt betrayed, or wanted to break up with you. The thought of losing him because of some stranger had your mind reeling “please… you have to believe me” your voice getting weaker, more quiet.

Hobie’s face drops, turning serious, and appearing guilty. “Aw love… come’ere” he lets go of your hands, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you tightly against his chest. “I believe you…” he rubs your back comfortingly, kissing your head as you begin to cry harder.

You close your eyes, crying into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, feeling safe in your boyfriend’s chest. “Take deep breaths for me yeah?” His voice was soft, trying to calm you with his words. You nod softly and then start to take deep breathes, feeling your heartbeat finally slow.

“There… that’s a good girl.” He had a soft smile on his face, looking down at you as if you were the most delicate but precious thing in the whole world. Once you’ve calmed down a bit, you pull your face out of his chest and look up at him. “Y-you’re not mad? You don’t want to break up with me?” Your questions left him speechless for a moment, his brows furrowing.

“God no love, I would never do something so daft” he brings a hand to your face, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear with a smile. “B-but the article?” You go to say but he silences you with a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. He then pulls away and guides you to sit on the bed.

“Stay here. Lemme show you something.” You nod as you watch him step out of the room, when he comes back… well, he doesn’t come back. Instead Spider-Punk enters the room. Your eyes widen and you scoot back on the bed a little. “Hobie?!” You call out, trying to look behind the masked man.

He then raises his hands in the air “s’alright love…” you look back at him as he takes off his mask. Revealing the devilishly handsome man that is your boyfriend. Face piercings, naturally half-lidded eyes, signature smirk… the whole nine yards.

You sit up and then stand up off the bed. You raise a hand, placing it on his cheek, your eyes looking him up and down. “Y-you’re… Spider-Punk?” He nods his head, softly grasping your hand in his, turning his head to kiss your palm gently. “What’d I say eh? You’re my little bird” you feel relief rush through your body at his words.

After a bit, you began to feel slight agitation, pulling your hand away from his face and hitting his chest lightly. “You scared the hell out of me! I really thought some stranger was obsessed with me!” He chuckles when you hit him again, catching your wrists with his hands and pulling you against him again.

“Luckily… now you know it was just your boyfriend who’s obsessed with you” you froze slightly at his words, having never explicitly said he was your boyfriend. It made you blush slightly and he smiled, leaning down and kissing you softly. You melt against his plush lips, feeling how they seemed to mold with yours.

After a bit he pulls away and then furrows his eyebrows, “Where’d ya put my flowers?” You widen your eyes and give an awkward chuckle. “Well… in my defense. I didn’t know they were from you” at that he pulls away slightly, feigning a shocked expression. Clutching his chest with a hand, while putting on an exaggerated frown.

“You got rid of em? You cheeky girl!” He then lifts you up by your waist, throwing you onto his bed. You let out a soft yelp but chuckle as he climbs over you. Grabbing your wrists and pinning them above you on the bed. “I can’t believe you” he pouts and you can’t help but smile.

You scoff and then teasingly retort back “I can’t believe you thought it’d be a good idea to flirt and stalk me as Spider-Punk” He shrugs, smiling down at you. “To be fair… I thought you’da recognized me. The guitar, the voice, the way I knew you’re sensitive right… here” he leans into your neck, softly blowing on the same spot Spider-Punk - well… Hobie - did earlier. You softly shiver and he begins to kiss at your neck, you can feel the smirk on his lips.

“Now that my secrets out… I’d love to show ya all that Spider-Punk has t’offer”

[sgiandubh]

If you have such an occupation, which still not confirmed, it explains much. Most politicos are idiots and in a fantasy world and the reason the world is very fucked up. A fantasy shipper who doesn't know a thing about real marriage and relationships, fits. When has there been video or photos of Sam and Cait not at a promo or OL related event? He is not as private as claimed. Where is the a stitch of anything they have been together since OL wrap? Why would anyone put on a such a sham such as a fake marriage and child to hide a relationship between two B minus list players? Certainly not for nobody Sam who after all this time can't a decent film acting job or decent endorsement deal. There were many actors in demand in many Super Bowl commercials where Sam the great international star? Nowhere. Your claims continue to be illogical as you.

Dear 'If Confirmed' Anon,

Transcript:

'What in the name of The Everloving Fuck do you want me to confirm? That I am in Paris? I am in Paris. Look - I hope you can read.

You know, at this point in time, it's really hopeless. Where is Tony McGill? Where is Tony McGill, on Valentine's Day? Why is he not in Dublin?

Oh. He's babysitting. Okay? Mmhmm. He's babysitting.

Look:

We're set?

I hope so."

To be honest, I was expecting something along the lines of the above ask, but I confess I did find your Anon quite wanting. What the hell else was I supposed to do at that summit, than my real life job? Should I feel sorry and make amends to you, a nobody, for being who I am?

And no, darling, I am not a politico. I am a diplomat and a senior government official. Have been so for the last 22 years of my life, both at desk and overseas levels. These two dimensions of what I am paid to do are complementary, but never quite overlap with politics. I live with, but not within politics, daily. There is a difference between being a spectator and an actor - you might be familiar with it?

There is nothing else for me to add, punk. In the process, thanks for confirming you are a Fascist, too - they usually firmly believe politics (and political parties) are the root of all evil in our world.

There have been many pics of SC at non OL related events. You know that. That you keep lying to others is, of course, laughable. But should it be the case you keep on lying to yourself - now, that's tragic, pumpkin.

PS: I was at the corner of the Rue Saint Roch and the Rue Saint-Honoré, a very short stroll away from my hotel. You can go and fuck right off.

[eddieisashifter]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐆? . . . MY PERCY JACKSON REALITY

a brief tour of the bag I carry around with me in my percy jackson reality! like all my bags, she's old as hell and gone through it too (literally, mind you, i tend to frequent the underworld). I'm one of the people who has everything in their mary poppins bag, so if any campers need something, they know who to ask. (as always inspired by this post by @chaaistained and this one by @hrrtshape!!)

I got my messenger bag for a steal at a local thrift shop in montpelier and modified it with hand painted patches, pins from local pop-culture shops, and keychains.

THE DECOR

— patches that include an my chemical romance front and center, a dazey and the scouts one, and one that says "compost in training", two autism awareness patches (one that says "people not puzzles" and "flappy hands are happy hands". all these were handmade by me. the "easily distracted by shiny objects was bought from a comic shop as was the "memento mori"

— pins including "not flat, we checked" from a trip to the nasa space center, "being polite is totally punk rock", "bored teenager", and "let's talk about music" all from a small business fair

— a plushie dreadfuls autism bunny keychain from my mom, a grim reaper keychain from connor stoll, a "cringe but free" keychain from a small business fair, and an mcr keychain from my friend raven

— finally, a butterfly hairpin that was given to my sister by thanatos before I lost her. I keep it on my bag in their memory.

THE FRONT POCKETS . . . each of which has their own theme for the objects inside.

LEFT POCKET — WITCHY SHIT

— a portable altar in a mint tint for on the go spellwork

— jars of bones and teeth some human, some not. collected over the years

— animal bones I've found in the forest around my house and in the woods around camp. there's nothing more sacred than the effects of death on the world.

— a lighter for candles and bonfires

RIGHT POCKET — FOR MY CAMPERS

— sunblock because this is a summer camp after all and some of these kids don't know how to not get burned, I swear

— mints and gum in a ouija tin because I always get asked for both

— (not pictured) first aid supplies such as bandages, gauze, alcohol wipes and neosporin for wounds that don't require ambrosia or nectar to heal (i teach sparring, this is a necessity)

LEFT SIDE POCKET — PHONE SOLT

— self explainatory, really. if I don't want to keep it in my pockets while sparring or playing capture the flag, it goes in here. unfortunately, this makes it very easy for the stolls to grab and take stupid pictures of themselves on

RIGHT SIDE POCKET — DEFENSE

— a flip out butterfly knife that my mom gave me for my birthday several years ago. not celestial bronze, but I use it more for cutting things that aren't monster flesh anyway. I have my scythe for that.

— a lighter from my father that emits greek fire. very usual, so long as I don't get it mixed up with my regular lighter.

MAIN POCKET . . . where all the important shit goes. also a bit of a complete mess

— my black iPad that i use to communicate with my father in the underworld. he has a matching one he uses to categorize souls and also call me

— my sketchbook. very very important. it's a bit more of an art journal than anything. a mix of proper sketches, journal entries, lists, and actual trash I've saved because I'm a sentimental hoarder who likes to junk journal

— a vampire fang reusable tote bag for trips to the camp thrift, stoll's store of outside junk, the athena kids' greek bookstore, or the muses' record shop

— a digital camera for peak aesthetic photos of my summers at camp and of my friendgroup's shenanigans

— my tarot deck for my daily advice and also to swap reading with the hecate kids, including my friend lou ellen blackstone

— my wallet, because of course that's of vital importance

— a vintage flask I thrifted that's full of nectar, just in case

— my frankenstein's monster pencil case that's literally bulging from being overfilled and falls apart whenever I try and open it. will I take anything out? no, absolutely not

speaking of . . . THE PENCIL CASE

all of my favorite art supplies that I can easily carry with me . . .

— micron fineliners. literally the best pens ever — my tombow fudenosuke brush pens. also the best, especially for ink drawings — pentel brush pen my other favorite brush pen — white posca paint pen for correcting mistakes and adding highlights — mechanical pencils because they're the only pencils I will sketch with (also led because duh) — those multicolor pens that everyone had as kids. I adore them and they're super useful as I don't have to carry around like 10 different pens for color — bone pens . . . from lou ellen. they're pretty sick ngl — a kneaded eraser from lightening graphite — paint brushes and my winsor & newton watercolors with are just *chefs kiss*

inside the top pocket . . .

— my mcr earbuds inside their case, this way they don't get lost in my pockets (nor stolen by clarisse!!!)

—skull bandaids that got shoved in here from my first aid pocket

—hairties because someone always needs them and they will get lost in my pockets as well

—dice for impromptu vibe checks

— literally the best eraser known to man

— and random trash and notes including: psycho killer by talking heads lyrics from raven, "sorry for being a bad influence" from clarisse (given to me with a shit-eating grin on her face), minmalism is dead from some magazine which I cut out ages ago to use and never did, and a receipt from the camp coffee shop from when annabeth and I got lunch (NOT lovebirds, 'phia! don't embarrass me like that istg)

WALLET . . . where all the important shit is kept

— drachmas for interacting with the mythical word

— cash for interacting with the mundane

— a receipt from the muses' vintage record shop at camp

— a "one more chapter" and "go to bed" coin that annabeth gave me. honestly, she needs it more than I do

— photos of my friends from my digital camera!

— a picture of me and my mom from when I was a wee baby — a picture of me and my camp friendgroup (clarisse, annabeth, lou ellen, raven, dorian and I) making a star with our fingers during a camp bonfire — me and (cr bestie) with our son. he is a build-a-bear frog. his name is harold. — a picture of me, annie, and percy when we first start to become friends — another group picture of my camp friendgroup. this one has me, grover, lee, annie, and clarisse in it. — a picture of me and raven posing with the three cheers for sweet revenge cover — the last photo I have with my sister before she died

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 . . . EIRINIKÓS which means "peace bringer" in greek is my scythe. it was given to me by my father, thanatos, and is made of stygian iron. it's discreet form is a ring, in which you rotate a full 360 degrees to activate scythe mode. kept on my person at all times. if not on my finger, than in the pocket of my bag with the greek fire lighter

divider cred: saradika-graphics

. (🎪 back to the circus itinerary. . .)

[fetacheeseluvr]

Run Away - Trafalgar Law x Reader - Chapter 1

You find out Law was not planning on coming back for your crew on Zou, and you don't know if you will ever be able to forgive him.

SPOILERS FOR ZOU!

Authors note: EEK THIS IS MY FIRST POSTED FANFIC! I love one piece and law, so I hope you enjoy :) Please leave feedback and your thoughts!

Tags: Lou, angst, no confirmed relationship, YEARNING, slowest of slow burns (in following chapters), cute flashbacks, bad at feelings

2.6k word count

The Heart Pirates have been settled in Zou for about a week, building a secluded base in the vast forrest that surrounds the city. Although your crew mostly consists of humans, Bepo being a native to Zou allowed you to stay without any trouble. However, the animals kept close watch of your every move, still not completely trusting your intentions, being pirates and all.

Your crew acted peaceful, being away from trouble and enjoying the abundance of supplies that the habitat had to offer, though the lingering feeling of unsettlement and anxiety could be felt in the air. Your captain, Trafalgar Law, had set out to Punk Hazard to destroy the SMILE factory, which was his first action to take down Doflamingo's family. You knew your captain was strong, yet you still expected horrible news to come in the daily paper. The waiting game was taking it's toll on your crew, yet you decided to ignore discussing the topic and trust your captains plan.

It was a warm afternoon, the refreshing breeze and green scenery making it feel as though you were dreaming. Being a part of the Heart Pirates meant that you spent most of your time underwater in your crews submarine, and when you did come ashore, you were usually met with battles or other kinds of dangers. This feeling was foreign, so you were trying to soak it up as much as possible.

You were sitting on the porch, eating some grapes that you found earlier, and reading a new medical article you have been meaning to start for a while. As you're flipping to the next page, you hear someone approaching from beside you. Looking up, you see Ikkaku giving you a smile and a wave. Her curly hair is tied in a low ponytail, wearing a large sunhat and black sunglasses. Her bright orange sundress dances in the wind, making her look as though she was the epitome of summer itself.

"Ugh, its so nice to be out of those ugly boiler suits!" Ikkaku sighs as she swiftly takes a seat beside you on the porch bench. She lifts up her sunglasses to look at you, scanning your lap at the papers you were reading.

"Are you seriously reading an article right now? You should be relaxing!" She puffs, reaching to take them from your hand.

You quickly lift the papers out of her reach, rolling your eyes with a grin, "This is relaxing!"

She snickers to herself, crossing her arms with a smirk, "Captain has quite the influence on you, how cute."

You smile to yourself, thinking about all the late nights you spent with Law going over various medical books and research papers. You have always had a knack for medicine, which naturally made you a good candidate for being a part of the Heart Pirates, but it also made you a good pirate in the eyes of Law. Your shared interests helped you slowly break down the walls he meticulously paved around himself, the constant questions and eagerness to learn from the best surgeon in the New World gave you many opportunities to get closer to your captain. Over time, the discussions about treatments and surgery got more casual and playful, you found yourself hanging around him outside of the treatment room, and he would let you. Your crew would see you eating meals together, talking with each other in the library late into the night when neither of your could sleep, making fun of him without him blowing up at you, or exchanging glances when everyone was together and thought no one would notice. These occurrences caused the crew to speculate, which followed with multiple interrogations. However, they only ever asked you about your relationship with Law, being too scared of his reaction from asking him something so personal.

This caused you to see your captain in a different light; rather than a scary warlord who generously allowed you to become his crew mate due to your medical background, you saw him as someone who wanted you to be around you, because you were you. However, you understood the line was drawn at being friendly.The harsh reality ate at you, but you took it as a sacrifice that you needed to make as a pirate for the benefit of your crew; acting on feelings alone was selfish. You also accepted the fact that your captain did not have the capacity for love, and how could he? His driving force in life was to take down Doflamingo to avenge Corazon; a man who allowed his life to be taken for the sake of Law's future, and the love he had for him. You knew the affect that would have on his perception of vulnerability and trust, and that he was a long ways away from healing, even after all these years. With this being the case, you brushed off your crew when they asked questions, saying that you became friends and that was that. The weight of this longing was a lot to carry, and you wished that you were able to confide in a member of your crew, but you couldn't risk it coming back around to your captain. You knew that, but it didn't stop you from wishing.

-

A month prior

You rose out of your hammock in the women's quarters that you shared with Ikkaku, after tossing and turning for what feels like hours. Groggily, you quietly leave the room, heading towards the ships dock. Your submarine was finally above water, which meant that you were given the chance to stargaze, which you hoped would help you feel more tired.

When you open the door, you see your captains frame looking out at the water ahead of him. The stars illuminated his back, making it seem as though he was glowing, like he was from a different universe. You shake your head at the thought before Law turns to look at you, his arms crossed and eyebrows pinched. His eyes are tired, which was unfortunately a common look for him. His late night paperwork and studying even takes it's toll on a warlord. However, that didn't matter, he still looked as though he was sculpted by gods favourite star, and was sent to earth as a prize for everyone to bask upon. He wasn't in his usual attire, wearing loose grey sweatpants and a baggy blue crewneck, which you assumed is what he wore to bed. He also wasn't wearing his hat, his hair was a little disheveled, yet it framed his face and made his golden eyes shine even brighter than normal. Though Law was completely covered, it still felt like you were looking at something scandalous.

Law looked at you with concern, tilting his head before scanning your frame, "Y/N, is everything okay?" He asks in a low tone, making you assume he also just got out of bed.

You crossed your arms with a nod and light smile as you start to approach him, "I'm alright, captain. I just couldn't fall back asleep, so I thought I'd get some fresh air." You respond as you take your place beside him, leaning your arms against the docks railing, looking up at the stars.

He watches carefully as you walk up, nodding before looking back at the horizon, "Yeah, me too."

You slowly turn to look up at him, eyes squinted in a teasing suspicion, "Don't lie, I know you never fell asleep."

He snorts, turning his head looking down at you with a slight smirk, so small you wouldn't have been able to see it if he wasn't standing right next to you, yet it seemed so bright that it lit up the night sky, making the cosmos disappear. It almost made you lose your balance, you were silently grateful that the railing kept you upright.

He sarcastically rolled his eyes, before taking his hand to brush back the hair in his face, "What gave it away?"

You smirked back, trying your best to conceal your heart pounding in your chest. You leaned your head on your hand, "We're pretty similar."

You internally cringe at your words, wondering what made you think that. It was never something that crossed your mind, yet it slipped out of your mouth so casually. You were half expecting him to walk away uncomfortably, saying 'were nothing alike' before ignoring you until he forgot your words.

"Yeah, I guess so." Law said slyly, like it was a fact that he had just come to realize. Your eyes widened at his remark, not expecting him to casually relate to you in any regard. A chill shot down your spine which caused you to shiver.

"You're cold." Law states, turning to fully face you with furrowed brows, still crossing his arms as he leans on the rail with one arm.

His words made you realize what you were wearing, even though it was summer, a tank top and shorts didn't help conceal you from the nights nipping wind. You look at your arm to see it scattered in goosebumps, though it wasn't from the cold, you decided to play along to save you from the embarrassment.

"I am. I didn't even realize..." You state as you begin rubbing your arms, trying to provide your body with some warmth. Before you could realize what was happening, Law walked up behind you and wrapped you in his arms, placing his head on your shoulder. You were instantly hit with the overwhelming smell of him, the musk scent was intoxicating enough to make you feel dizzy. You would get hints of it when he would walk past you, or when you were sat beside him, but now it overtook every sense in your body. Next was the warmth, his heat swaddled you tenderly in the embrace, like waking up to the sun after a year long winter.

"You could get sick." He stated plainly, yet you could feel the vibrations of his heart pounding through your back. His breath hit your ears as he spoke, sending shivers down your neck that you could no longer blame on the cold. The Law you made up in your head would have ordered you to go back inside, not wanting to risk one of his crew mates to be out of commission with the flu. This thought shocked you back into reality, your hands moved on it's own to hold onto his arms, trying to soak up this wish that happened to meet a shooting star.

"Your warm." You say softly, feeling your face heat up. Though his arm was covered in cloth, you could feel his muscles as he held you, making you feel an overwhelming sense of safety and security.

"Yeah, because I actually wear clothes.", he scoffed teasingly.

-

Current

You are shaken out of your thoughts by the sound of snapping beside your ear, you quickly look over to see a concerned Ikkaku staring back at you.

"Are you okay? You completely just zoned out." She asks, brows furrowed as she scans your face intently.

You feel your heart sink in your chest as reality hits you with force, you cant afford to think about him this much. Trying to map a way to find a possibility of him feeling the same way was futile, and did no one any good. In an attempt to distract yourself, you suddenly shoot up from your seat, letting the article and grapes fall off your lap.

"Im going to get some water, would you like some?" You ask Ikkaku while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to act as normal as possible.

She gives you a questioning look, raising a brow, "Um, sure?"

Before she has the chance to question you any further, you rush inside the door and shut it behind you. You pause and take a deep breath to control your heart rate, harshly rubbing your face. Suddenly, you hear hushed voices coming from the kitchen. In curiosity, you quietly head near the entrance and hide behind the door frame, as to not be heard or seen. You quickly determine that the voices are coming from Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. You didn't know these three as ones to keep secrets, causing you to listen into their discussion.

"He really said that? Are you sure?" You hear a hushed Shachi question frantically.

"That's what he told me... I still can't believe it." Bepo responds in a defeated tone, as if he was on the brink of tears. Thinking back, you noticed how tense Bepo has been since Law's departure, but you brushed it off as him being his first mate and longest friend.

"There's absolutely no way he would actually do that, he wouldn't just leave us." Penguin retorted.

Your blood suddenly ran cold. They had to be talking about Law.

"He said this was his life's purpose, you think he wouldn't die to achieve it?" Bepo replies, his voice cracking with each word.

You quickly piece it together, Law must have told Bepo that he was not planning to return from his fight with Doflamingo. That he would rather die trying than doing nothing; than staying here with his crew. You feel like throwing up.

"Don't you think Y/N should hear this too?" Shachi sighs, still trying to piece together what he was just told. You suddenly stiffen at your name being brought up.

"No, I'm only telling you two because we have known him the longest." Bepo argues through sniffled cries, "She would be heartbroken if she found out the truth, rather than it just being an accident."

"Bepo, don't cry!" You hear Penguin suddenly perk up, trying to comfort the mink through fake hope, "This is all just what if's, I'm sure he will come back regardless of what he said!"

"Y-yeah!" Shachi half heartedly chimes in, "He's super strong, we should trust in his abilities!"

Bepo sniffles, "But, that doesn't change the fact that he..."

"That he was still ready to abandon us.", You add, walking in the room to face the trio.

The three whip their heads around to look at you, faces covered in shock. You don't really know what to say, or what to do with yourself. You could breakdown in front of them, screaming and crying about how awful it is that your captain could abandon your crew on a suicide mission. You could run away, leave the Heart Pirates and start a new life in isolation, because being alone is better than roaming the submarines halls trying not to remember his face. It's fight or flight. Though, you can't help but freeze, staring at them, but you don't know what your waiting to happen.

"Y/N... did you hear all of that?" Bepo asks cautiously, face riddled in horror.

Without a second thought, you turn around and leave the kitchen, ignoring the three of them calling out for you to wait. Your legs take you to the girls quarters, quickly closing the door behind you and laying in your hammock. You didn't realize you were crying until you felt hot tears streaming down your face, which you angrily wiped away. Of course this is upsetting, your captain is ready to die and leave his crew behind without telling you; but why does it feel like a personal attack? Why does it feel deeper than a betrayal from a captain? You think back to the moment at the dock, when he held you so tightly like he was scared to let you go, and yet he was ready to leave you in death. Not only did he have no regard for his own life, he had none for your future together; and you didn't know what felt worse. You finally truly understood the true dynamic you shared, the dreams of a pirate ran deeper than any relationship they had with another person. You realized at last, in the harshest way possible; it didn't feel humane.

The tears continued to stream down your face, but you felt nothing.

-

Here's chapter 2 :)

[mockingkatniss]

NEED A RIDE? - drug dealer!Coriolanus Snow

18+ | nswf | mdni

warnings and tags: swearing, mention of drug dealing, smut, sloppy making out, multiple orgasms, blowjob, mention of gagging, body fluids, use of words like “wh0re” or “slu7”, specific body descriptions. BUZZCUT CORYO (little bit of a jump-scare for some of y’all) MODERN!AU, p in v sex, reader is just soft but not innocent, intese sex, porn without plot. (If I missed anything lmk).

(not proof read because I was tired, I will fix eventual errors <3)

summary: one particularly hot summer evening coryo sees you riding your bike while he’s driving he’s car around mindlessly and he ask you if you need a ride.

words count: 3.109k

Wanted to thank so so much @swiftiekisses because the drug dealer!coryo au it’s hers but she inspired me a lot and I also love so much her writing that I wanted to contribute with this fic! Also a big thanks to @euphemiaamillais because I’m literally addicted to what she writes and for inspirations for the drug dealer! au too! <3

enjoy and support me with a comment or a tiny heart! 💗🎀

coriolanus was driving by the quiet and deserted road of his god forsaken forgotten little town.

he hoped almost every morning to just wake up and found his rotten little city was torn down by some natural catastrophe.

he thought that dreams or ambitions couldn’t come true here. since his family lost everything due to his father's poor life choices, he was now stuck with poverty at 18 years and a cousin and grandmother to look after. more correctly just grandmother, since tigris left for college just the year prior.

to round some money he worked at the gas station, a literal hell hole in summer and plus coryo was sure he left part of his soul here, and sold some drugs to younger kids or kids his age at school or at parties but most of the times they directly came to the gas station.

if a drug had a name it was mostly probable that coryo had it to sell

that summer was cruel, sweat sticking to clothes and the asphalt so hot it could melt shoe soles, so cruel that coryo decided just two days ago to buzz his beautiful platinum curls off. the super short hair gave him a totally new appearance, he noticed that at the last party he went to sell, that mostly girls bought from him, stucking dollar bills inside his front jeans pocket and sometimes begging for a kiss or some good old make out. he accomplished and accepted that he was just extremely hot.

his car moaned underneath him as he drove, that old piece of garbage was still going on but coryo feared that someday he would be left walking.

it was 7:35 pm, his shift at the gas station over since sejanus plinth took his place for the night shift. sejanus was a nice kid, he was rich but decided to take another path just having shitty jobs during the summer like most teens even though for him it wasn't necessary having one. he didn’t sell drugs but he covered coryo so many times at school or at work so he was ok.

coryo had a small joint hanging from his lips as he drove, just one hand on the steering wheel and both the car’s windows opened since his ac was (obviously) broken, but even the air was heavy and warm that night.

miraculously the bluetooth radio was still working so he was listening to some trap rap music on his cracked up phone, the screen broken from everytime he made it fall while running away from cops or simply on the floor on a daily basis. as the music went on he thought about how the suggestion to listen to that genre of music came from clemensia e arachne at school, but it was nice for once not only listening to metal or punk rock.

while he took another hit from his joint something caught his eye on the road. it was a bike, someone was riding it and he probably knew who it could be.

the bike was faded pink with old stickers on it and you were riding it tiredly, legs sore and sweat sticking to your skin.

your tiny tight skirt was riding up a little showing some more of your thighs and coryo swore to god that he saw a glimpse of your pink panties.

sometimes you bought from him some weed and nothing more. you were a literal sunshine and at school you talked to everyone, being friendly and helpful. coryo still remembers how you helped him with physics the first year of highschool. you both were still young but nature obviously blessed you donating you such a sexy body.

he instantly felt his cock gently twitch into his jeans and he made the smoke from the joint exiting his nostrils in annoyance. don’t you get coryo wrong, he had sex and sure plenty of it but since the hot sticky summer he wasn’t feeling like it to just screw some girl even though he just needed to say the words. it was peculiar how his cock woke up just by seeing you.

he drove nearby you slowly to keep up with your velocity and you looked over to acknowledge the presence of a car and as you recognized the driver you smiled throughout puffed breaths from hotness and the riding.

coryo made a small smirk while pulling the joint away from his lips to talk. “hey bunny, need a ride?”. you slowly stopped your bike, tippy toes of your pink vans scratching on the asphalt. coryo stopped the car too and since the streets were dead he just got off his vehicle to look at you while positioning the almost finished joint on the car roof.

you panted lightly as you talked as you examined his presence. “it would be so nice coryo, I think I’m about to faint because of the heat”. he nodded understandingly with his head to the car behind him. “get on, I’ll get the bike” coryo thought he was going crazy when you got off the bike seat revealing more of your thighs. you collected your backpack and lifted yourself up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, strawberry lip gloss scent evident on his skin too now. “thank you coryo you’re my savior” you said before going to the opposite back of the car.

once the bike was fixed in the back he turned the car back on, securing his joint back around his lips once again while grabbing his lighter inside his jeans front pocket.

“where am I taking you?” he asked while lighting the joint to take a long drag before passing it to you. “I’m going to my dads house, it’s near the football field, 32nd house” you explained as coryo nodded knowing where it was since he spent much more time driving around in his free time than anything else. you also accepted the joint starting to smoke with relaxed muscles.

coryo looked over at you while driving, there was a peaceful silence. his elbow leaned outside the car’s window as his slim fingers tapped the steering wheel gently while driving. you noticed his rings decorating his fingers and his new buzz cut hair made his features even more sharp. you took three puffs from the joint handing him it back while caressing your naked thighs trying to pull down the miniskirt.

coryo savored till the last minute your lucid lips around the filter that he made, somehow the sweat made your skin warm and inviting, the blonde felt his cock twitch again and he fixed himself on the seat while trusting with his hips forward. he coughed a bit taking the last puff while tossing the dead joint outside the car. “how's it going in general?” you asked softly feeling already your head light but not too much, it was pleasant. “mh it’s ok, it’s too hot to work or to do anything else, I just want winter back” coryo explained briefly, voice slightly rough from smoking. you chuckled while leaning over to him to pinch his cheek softly. “awww snow wants his snow back doesn’t he?” coryo smiled while looking over to her, instinctively he turned over his face to scratch your fingers with his teeth playfully as you kept messing with him. “by the way, you look good today, bunny, but riding that bike with just this tiny skirt? a little bit dangerous don’t you think?” he asked while gripping the steering wheel with both hands. “how is it dangerous? riding my bike won’t stop me” you felt like wanting to touch him so much, so you placed your hand on his thigh. coryo was one of the hottest boys at school and his reputation made him even hotter and you were a total slut for bad boys.

at your gesture he stiffened a bit looking down at you delicately manicured hand and you kept caressing him going higher and higher but stopping just before his crotch. “can’t keep your hands to yourself now?” he tried to be ironic but just your presence had made him incredibly hard and it was difficult to not stop the car and fuck you in the back seats, your pretty head pressed into the plush of the seats. “maybe I don’t want to keep them to myself” you shrugged while pulling away your hand as he stopped the car in front of your dads house.

he exited the car while trying to hide his hard on while pulling his jeans around to crotch to fix the situation but nothing was effective. coryo pulled your bike outside the back of his car and you thanked him again while kissing his cheek but making the kiss longer. he sighed with a smirk while placing his big warm hand on your hips. you caressed his chest while looking up at him, a small pout on your lips. “you’re busy?” you asked, your long lashes batting at him inviting. “mmh no bunny, i’ll probably just go home, smoke again and collapse on my bed” his thumbs caressed your exposed skin just a little bit above your skirt. “why don’t you come inside? my dads busy he won’t be home till tomorrow noon” you swayed your hips a bit with pleading eyes. “fuck bunny you’re truly tempting but-“ you interrupted him while taking his hand, pulling him towards the house. coryo gave in, closing the car with his keys by distance and following you inside. you were making him feral with your temptations and soft eyes.

thank god the house had an ac so it was cooler inside. you tossed your shoes away together with your backpack and went to the kitchen to collect some water for you both and coryo looked around noticing how the house was elegant and well kept.

he slipped off his beaten up black combat boots and just sat on the big couch. he almost sunk inside it, noticing it was a water couch and smirked as dirty thoughts filled his head.

“the water couch is amazing isn’t it?” you giggled while handing him a glass of water while bouncing next to him making the couch move in small waves. “yeah pretty comfortable” he said as he leaned the glass to his lips not looking away from you for any second.

you then smiled mischievously while slipping down the couch, your knees sinking in the soft fluffy carpet. you positioned yourself between his legs while going for the zipper of his pants pulling it down with pure eyes. coryo almost choked on his water as he looked at you with pleased eyes and a big smirk on his lips. “what the fuck are you doing bunny?” he breathed out a laugh as you tried to pull down his pants together with his boxers. “I want to suck you off so bad so lift up your butt now” your tone was playful and demanding and he did as you said making you able to pull his jeans and boxers down making his pink cock sprung to life. it leaned against his tummy perfectly. “what did I do to deserve something like this without even asking?” he placed his hands behind his head pushing his hips up so he could sink more into the water couch. “nothing special but you’re fucking hot and I can’t wait anymore,” you paused to spit on his tip gently while pushing some curls behind your ears. “and I just know you’re good at selling as you’re good at fucking” you giggled while finally gripping his base. “I knew you were big, shit” you were already fantasizing about taking him deep and hard inside your cunt. “you knew?” coryo laughed again but his breath was getting ragged slightly.

you just didn’t respond, kitten licking his tip and collecting precum as you looked up at him. he bit his bottom lip harshly to just concentrate not to burst his cum all over your pretty glittery makeup and long lashes.

you kissed his length till the base then licking a long stripe back up till you swallowed half his cock allowing space with your tongue and cheek. you started to suck and lick and the moans he was making were pornographic.

after a while saliva was dripping down your chin mostly when you decided to deepthroat him with a fluid movement making the water couch sway gently. “ah fuck bunny, you’re so fucking good” coryo moaned, lust clouding his blue eyes as he gripped your curls to buck into your throat just two times just to hear you gag shamelessly around his cock.

you smiled through teary lashes and bubbles of saliva and lifted your head to just suck at his tip harshly.

“shit- I’m gonna come bunny” coryo announced as you jerked off the rest of his cock while concentrating on the tip. at his words you pulled away standing up and his angry cock just leaned against his tummy as he bucked into air. “are you completely mad you fucking slut?” he said impulsively, the ruined orgasm hitting something into his mind profoundly.

you just smirked while slipping off your crop top and miniskirt. “what did you just call me coryo?” you asked while undoing your bra and slipping off your soaked pink panties. his mouth was slightly agape at your naked body, eyes obsessed. “I said you’re a whore, a slut” he said slowly and challengingly, lips mimicking each final letter. “oh yeah? let this slut show you how much of a whore she is.” you walked on the couch standing above him both of your feet planted on each side of his legs making the water couch giggle.

he was completely transfixed as you opened your legs leaning one of your knees on the headset of the couch. you grabbed his head from behind pushing his mouth on your dripping core.

coryo thought about cumming just from that, just from the smell of your juices and the taste of it.

it was so intense, his tongue lapping at your folds once in a while stopping to suck on your lips or clit while humming. his big hands gripped your ass squishing the plush meat here to push his face further into you.

you were a complete mess as you scratched his head and moaned shamelessly and loudly, hips bucking as you trusted him keeping you up to not let you fall.

“fuck coryo! fuck I’m coming!” you chanted as you gripped his head, legs quivering as your juices splashed into his face. coryo felt on cloud nine as he gripped your hips to not let you fall as he lapped at your juice like the starving dog he was. dying by suffocation from your pussy seemed the only best thing he could think of at the moment.

you came down from your high slipping down as you sat on his lap, grabbing his neck to kiss him sloppily to taste yourself in his mouth. you sucked his tongue, licked the roof of his mouth and even licked his teeth while he playfully rubbed your clit. “mh! I’m sensitive-“ you lamented while pushing his hand away, your lips glistening with his saliva. “I need you inside now coryo” you gently kissed his jawline and neck while rubbing your pussy onto his still angry cock. “your wish is my demand bunny but you’re not gonna come again sooner or later” as he said so with his low voice he pushed his cock inside of your thigh pussy helping himself with his fingers and you laughed a moan while arching and sitting fully on his hard member. he immediately hit your cervix so good you felt helpless.

it was the most passionate and sloppiest sex of your entire life. you rode him like your entire existence depended on it, you knees sunk into the water couch as you bounced on his cock helped by the gentle waves. his hands were placed right on top of your ribs as your hips were too quick to control anyways. you pushed your head so hard against his that your noses squished together as your forehead and your moans and shouts tangled together. both mouths opened, eyebrows furrowed.

coryo didn’t even remember his name anymore when you clenched hard around him signaling somehow that you were close. “stupid bunny thought she could come yeah?” he murmured around a moan as he gripped hard your ass to stop your intense riding. “what the fuck coryo? don’t stop please, fuck!” you lamented but when he pushed your back into the couch your eyes rolled in the back of your skull. coryo fucked into you helplessly, his orgasm close. your back arched and he massaged your breasts cupping them harshly. “shit fuck! I’m coming” he moaned, eyes fluttering close for a minute. to make you pay he pulled out, cum splashing on your tummy and even on your breasts from the intensity of it and you cried out loud from the loss of his cock inside of you. you even laughed a bit through cries because of where his cum landed but then you gripped his ear angrily. “make me come coryo, make me fucking come” she arched rubbing her pussy against his worked out cock. coryo panted a laugh and gripped your jaw with his hand tightly before leaning over to bit and pull your lower lip. he massaged your clit with all of his hand opened while looking at you. “look at your fucked out face, you’re completely drunk on my cock” he laughed again mischievously just to degrade you. he rubbed your entire pussy quickly, slapping your clit once in a while. “now you’re gonna come and admit that only my cock can make you this fucked up mh?” you nodded, eyes rolling once in a while. “yes, yes coryo, only you, only want your cock” he chuckled again while his hand kept going. “that’s what I wanted to hear bunny” at his last words you came, the orgasm making your entire skeleton tremble in pure bliss. you cried his name with your mouth wide open.

when you calmed down a bit he was just caressing your thighs while admiring your body painted with his cum and you smiled while stretching out a bit. “next time you’re gonna come inside coryo” you said it so naturally with a small smile and a yawn and coryo playfully slapped your sensitive clit with two fingers making you whine a bit. “I'm looking forward to the next time in like, 10 minutes, bunny.”

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⛩Lion’s Gate Portal to Xxx ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

Happy Lion’s Gate Portal to Xxx…! From X (infinite possibilities) to hyperspecific manifestation of things, events and people that are meant to inspire, excite and serve your Highest Intended Good! What collective do you belong to? What timeline of Humanity are you on?

Laced with the aenergy of the last Full Buck Moon in Capricorn/Aquarius (21 July), this Lion’s Gate Portal is ushering in a general sense of excitement like you’ve just graduated an important chapter of spiritual education~\`★_★`/

From here, you’re in a brand-new Reality offering brand-new sensations, experiences and opportunities. There is a mega-influx of high-vibe money, non-slavery work opportunities, spiritually-inclined connections and mutually-beneficial friendships for those who have taken it upon themselves to transcend above silly ego-driven drama default to this Matrix of misery. From here, Integrity is your Key to creating a perfect existence.

Enter the Neo Reality. Let the day begin!

SONG: Let the Day Begin by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

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deck-bottom: 5 of Swords, Gold Astrologer (Simon Forman), Priestess of Integrity

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Pile 1 – Opened a Whole Portal to a Perfect Existence!

‘Listen. I’ve got this dream. I never told anyone and it acquired dust. But I can’t ignore it anymore. I’ve decided not to look away from the innocence that is myself!’ – Get No Satisfaction! by Sakamoto Maaya

chapter of triumph – Page of Wands

Of all the Piles, I feel the most ‘orderly’ aenergy from you. In spite of passion and motivation, there’s a strong sense of ‘control’ and order in the way you’re creating your new Reality. This sense of order and control isn’t of the egoic control-freak variety; rather, it is a result of your having complete trust in the flow of Divine Timing.

You’ve entered this Reality where everything you’re able to perceive is nothing but a possibility. So yes, as long as you want it, it can be possible for you. You’re now in a flow state of choosing only those possibilities that serve your highest good whilst contributing something meaningful to your immediate surrounding. In essence, I think you’ve become a true spiritual master!

From this chapter onwards, your stories and events and rendezvous will serve as a mirror to reflect back how much you’ve grown as a spiritual being in a Human body. You will be serving your purpose more closely to your original Blueprint. Many of you will find yourself being a teacher, healer or guide of some sort in many of your daily interactions.

cells full of Light – Knight of Pentacles

And yet, here you are teaching and guiding others, but you’re also gaining even more new perspectives from the people you’re helping. So you’re both nourishing and inspiring and amplifying each other. The people you’re guiding and helping are truthfully also on their own way of learning how to teach and guide others beyond your scope.

So this is the kind of Neo Reality you’ve stepped into. An almost immaculate circle of good souls empowering and teaching each other. You’re actively building a more positively-oriented Reality that on a spiritual level goes far beyond what can be seen on the physical plane. This is your Soul Work, in essence.

From here, I see that money and other ‘types of abundance’ that will make Life easier on a material level will naturally trickle down your Reality in tandem with how you’re redefining your ‘sense of place’ in this new world. This new world where most of us are wired towards healing and becoming a much more joyful, psychologically-liberated versions of ourselves~

shifting straight into Xxx – 7 of Cups

There’s a sense of needing to choose your Reality. I should say, a sense of needing to choose certain elements and aspects of your Reality. At this point, you don’t have to worry about choosing wrongly. There’s practically nothing you could choose wrongly. Everything is a possibility, of which purpose is to be manifested and experienced.

Whatever happens, that’s for your highest enjoyment in this theatre of a Human Life~ Many of you will soon or probably has realised that quite nothing in this Universe is as serious as it seems. It’s all a play. This world is an illusion just like movies aren’t real. Just like video games aren’t real. We’re playing in it just for our Soul’s pure enjoyment.

The moment you become crystal clear about this is the moment you become absolutely clear about your manifesting abilities. And from there, you’re Doraemon. You can literally call forth any kind of experience or a sense of adventure by reaching into the pocket of your subconscious mind~

What’s contained in the subconscious often comes through in daydreams and fantasies, right? ;) Those are all your possibilities. You can entertain whichever you want and it’s yours!

DESIRED REALITY🔻🧡

collective dharma – Red Magus (Edward Kelly)

unmatched charisma – Priestess of Fertility

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Pile 2 – Held on for Dear Life, Now, You Can be Happy, Shorty~

‘I want to have more faith in myself. Someday, just like a flower… I want to offer a prayer to my future self. May you be happy.’ – Remedy by Sakamoto Maaya

chapter of triumph – King of Swords Rx

This collective is one that has had to learn to tackle the shackles of their logical minds hahah Too much logic means little to no magic! You got it? I’m reminded of this idea that ‘you can’t plan around Luck’. Luck comes to your aid when you have complete faith in your endeavour. Lady Luck loves those who are confident and courageous.

That’s been one of your biggest life lessons in terms of your spiritual evolution. At the present time, I’m getting that you’ve pretty much managed to let your logic take a backseat. Of course, it’s still there and it’s very necessary for rational reasoning! But your logic is an observer who tends to counsel you when you need to be realistic about your next steps.

At this present time, I see that you’ve managed to let your higher heart—your intuition—take the wheel of your physical fortunes. You may be seeing a lot of angel numbers and other signs of SYNK. You’re in sync with your Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides. Your faith in them—and in where you’re going—is actively opening many pockets of Luck in your current timeline!

cells full of Light – 6 of Wands Rx

Part of why you clung to so much logic before was that you lived amongst super judgemental bitches. Basically, society. Society for the most part comprises of very small minded, jealous fucks who don’t get happy when someone they know is met with fortune, right? That’s why society has a tendency to mock or underestimate those they deem ‘lucky’.

Society hates ‘lucky’ people; they instead LOVE those who struggle and suffer. I think in many ways you’ve had to deal with so much difficulty because you either let those types of mindsets affect your flow of manifestation, or, you yourself wholeheartedly believed that your manifestations and visions and goals could only be worthwhile if you crawled and worked under immense duress to get them.

That’s all in the past now. You’ve let all of that silly mindset become part of a dying paradigm. You ain’t playin’ like dat no mo. And those who can’t understand your level of chill can also die in that old paradigm. You aren’t the least bit concerned about what’s ‘normal’ anymore. From here, your Life is magick! And those who can understand you, will only find you inspirational, if not aspirational😉

shifting straight into Xxx – 7 of Wands

So there’s a sense of having ‘worked so hard’, but you understand that this is mainly your having worked so hard on shifting your internal paradigm. You held on for dear Life! Now, you’re in a completely different bandwidth of Reality. Upon finding this PAC, you may still be dealing with a feeling of always being ‘close’ to your goal. Just about there… Or, not enough effort yet… Not quite there yet…

But literally, this is just an echo of how you used to think about when and how your manifestations should come to your doorstep. Sooner than later, you’ll find yourself not caring anymore about the when or the how things are going to be presented to you. You’ll simply have the faith—the knowing—that what’s meant to be yours will never miss you.

Right now, if this is your main pile, you’re being advised to take it easy and plan little by little. Take as much time as possible to recover first from the stress of survival before you push yourself towards your goal again. From here, it’s not a warzone. It’s no longer you vs the world. From here, it’s Animal Crossing’s flower gardens LMAO Enjoy where you are. Enjoy this Reality you’ve worked hard to arrive at!

DESIRED REALITY🔻💜

collective dharma – Gold Astronomer (John Dee)

unmatched charisma – Priestess of Luck

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Pile 3 – Stepping Out into the Open Sky, It’s A Brand-New World of Comfort

‘Blessings flowing over me, glowing, rolling over and over. Never want to go back to the way it was before. I hear someone whisper into my ear. I turn around but find nothing there. Until I look up and see colors of love raining down on me.’ – Colors by Sakamoto Maaya

chapter of triumph – King of Cups Rx

This is the Pile that previously dealt with an insane amount of psychological drama, karma, and trauma. It’s possible that you’ve indeed been given so much trauma by this world—this disappointing, disappointing world—but the main thing I’m getting is how you’ve triumphed over so many different streams of crazy in your head. I hope that illustration makes sense to you ^^

You’ve calmed down a lot. You’re no longer slave to your intense emotions that had often caused crippling anxiety. You had a lot of fears. You were possessed by so many demons. None was your fault tho. The world had given you so many reasons to be doubtful, and that made you incredibly fearful about some certain things that people take for granted.

But dang, you’ve simplified, haven’t you? You’ve learnt to do less. You’ve learnt to expect not so crazily—from yourself and others and even the Universe. You’ve truly learnt spiritual detachment, or soon to master it. You’ve realised now that you’re only responsible for how peacefully you can live your day to day every day~♪

cells full of Light – 6 of Swords

I see that you’ve left a lot of things, people, situations and places in the past. Do you feel somewhat lonely? It’s only normal but just so you know, you’re sailing above calmer waters, and by the end of this sailing, on some new land you will be meeting your Soul Tribe, and possibly even your romantic Destined Person ^^ So this is really only temporary no matter how long you feel you’ve been sailing in this ‘isolation’ mode.

‘Feel the world around you. Feel the world surround you,’ I think my music is saying that XD (I think it’s Ciggies After Sex) Truly a lot of things have changed and that you’ve become much stronger both in faith and your conviction. You jumped a fucking timeline and you’re not even existing in the same bandwidth of frequency as those things and people that used to scare you so much.

Just like The Fool in major arcana, you’re crashing and falling into this stream leading you towards true spiritual happiness and abundance~ There is nothing from the past that can follow you because the frequencies are simply different. And when you look up you’ll see the colours of Love raining down on you ^^ All is a shower of blessings from your Higher Self, Spirit Guides, Ancestors and Soul Tribes, as well as your Destined Person ♥︎

shifting straight into Xxx – Queen of Pentacles

For all of the spiritual work that you’ve done on yourself—which really echoes throughout the ages back and forth, affecting the past and the future positively—material abundance is yours to access. Some people who don’t truly understand ‘spirituality’ may think it’s funny how spiritual work is rewarded with money and other material possessions, but I’m sure you know better that we live in a material world XD

Having an abundance of munny, of currency, is proof that you’re living peacefully in the currents of chi. There is not so much resistance now between you and the whole of the abundance of Gaia. Best you do is maintain balance so you don’t fall out of the currents, right? Yes, as long as you maintain balance, in everything that you do and think, this material abundance is always going to be yours. Just…don’t go insane like those overnight millionaires who’ve ended up bankrupt in just 2 years. YKWIM?

I’m sure you already know how to strike a sane and sensible spiritual-material balance now and that’s the reason you’ve shifted into this prosperous paradigm. I see that you’re now able to afford whatever whenever you want. Keep reminding yourself of this: ‘My money bags refill faster than I can spend.’ Being financially abundant is such a beautiful thing because when you have more, you have more to share as well ^o^/

DESIRED REALITY🔻💗

collective dharma – Gold Historian (Raphael Holinshed)

unmatched charisma – Priestess of Enchantment

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私の人生は私の集約 watashi no jinsei wa watashi no shuuyaku／I decide my own VIBE, bitch!

Moon Day 3 in Capricorn→Aquarius／New Moon

M o o n N a v i ♥︎ VII The Chariot Rx

The most talented people in the world are often those who doubt themselves the most, too. Isn’t it strange? When you literally possess the greatest potentials to serve the greater good of Mankind. It’s not a sin to doubt yourself, of course. You’re only struggling that way because you’re highly aware of other people who are just as talented or more. Having the ability to notice other people’s awesome is only a sign that you’re being directed towards the same path. At least a similar path, yeah? Use this awareness to uplift yourself, knowing you’re going down that same road. Isn’t it more exciting to view Life that way?

Other people’s beauty, talents and successes are supposed to motivate and inspire those who are on a similar bandwidth of Reality. People who feel smaller when witnessing the talents of others are little bitches who will never find great success in their own world. These are the types of people who will play the role of adversaries and villains in other people’s worlds as we plod along this drama of being Human.

I hope you know for yourself what role you’re supposed to be playing in your own world. If you ain’t the appallingly awesome main character of your own Story, what the freak even is the point? So now the question is: ‘What the hell of a main character am I?’

Priestess of Illumination ♡ Affirmations

‘Light dawns on me. My mind is clear. Brain fogs dissolve and I find myself again. I remember my innate talents. I prioritise my interests and hobbies. I serve my highest intended Life Purpose. I follow the guidance of my Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides. I am protected from harm and I have all the energy I need to serve my highest good. I intelligently manage my time and intuitively allocate it for things, people and endeavours that do truly matter. Light dawns on me. I AM THAT BITCH.’

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐮!𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 + 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 & 𝐎𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐭.𝟑

[part 1] [part 2]

It’s shown a sunny day, birds are chirping, Tom sipping his daily coffee before hell breaks out. Apparently for this episode, the team will have two new recruits apparently. Y/N slides into the scene wrapping her arm around the tall riddle.

“Heyyy boss….” Y/N says with her usual smile. Tom shrugs off her arm and glances at her with slight irritation. “What do you want now Miss L/N?” Y/N awkwardly stood there and opened her mouth. “So I—" “no you won’t get a bonus.” Tom says interrupting her. Y/N dropped her jaw in disbelief and then pouts. “HEY! I wasn’t gonna ask that dick— *ahem* I mean Mr.Riddle…I heard we were getting new interns?”

Tom nods, sitting his mug down. Turning towards the female who is shorter than him, he leans down and looks directly into her eyes. Y/N gulps, backing up a little with heated cheeks.

“They should be coming soon…” Tom says, he then leaves a slight flustered [h/c] female in the break room who started to look behind her. “Damn….why the cold ones always hot.” She says groaning and leaving the break room.

The next frame shows a shiny black car pulls up to the parking lot. A blond male exits out first, and then another one comes out with brunette hair.

The next scene shows two neat men, one with blonde hair and one with brown hair. The blonde man has starry eyes and moles while the other has freckles scattered on his face and dark brown eyes. They stood in front of the camera to introduce themself.

“Hello I’m Ominis Gaunt, and I’m blind.” Ominis says, twirling his cane on his flat palm. The brunette male smirked looking at the camera.

“And im Sebastian Sallow, I’m not blind.” The camera cuts off as Ominis smacks the back of Sebastian’s head.

The scene shows Y/N holding a stapler as Lorenzo holds her back from throwing it at a certain brown haired male who flipped her off. He was also getting held back by his friend Theodore. Most of the cast was watching as Tom and Draco just stood there tired of this bullshit. Pansy was yelling “fight! Fight! Fight!” As Blaise just recorded it all.

Ominis and Sebastian terribly walked into the mist of a heated rivalry. Y/N thrown the stapler, aiming to hit Mattheo. Only for Ominis to block the way towards the Riddle brother. Sebastian quickly moved out of the way.

Ominis dodges the stapler thrown at him. Silence airs out the room as the camera pans from the blonde male and the others. Ominis’s quick reflex makes the rest of the crew drop their jaw except for Sebastian who was munching on peanuts.

“He’s blind.” Sebastian says bluntly. The rest of you look in disbelief at the brunette who shrugged and walked off frame.

Next scene shows you are talking to Sebastian as mattheo sips his mug slowly. Theodore stands by his friend with a raised brow. “You jealous mate?” Mattheo chokes on his drink, wiping the remaining liquid off his lips and sitting the cup down. “Are you crazy?! Me? Jealous of that punk?” Theodore nodded, “uh, yeah?” Mattheo glared at his dear friend. The camera focuses on you putting your hand on Sebastian’s arm. Mattheo immediately snapped his head at you two.

“….okay maybe I am.” He says, his hand clinching. Theodore looks at the camera, breaking the fourth wall as he looks at the reader reading this.

The scene shows Theodore alone as he stands in front of the camera, “okay is it bad I think mattheo and Sebastian are the same but different??” You then come out of nowhere, popping behind Theodore who flinched from your existence. “Yeah! Mattheo is street smart and Sebastian is like book smart.” You said smiling.

“…where did you even come from??” The tall Slytherin questioned you while you just smiled. “I came from my mom. Duhhhh.” Theodore rolled his eyes. “Alright then.”

“But yeah, it’s like that saying of same person, different fonts.” Theodore says calling it out as the camera turns to look at Mattheo who is eyeing you from the corner with Sebastian.

Theodore grabs the camera, making it face him again. “He’s an idiot for this little "I hate y/n act. When clearly he loves hers it’s pathetic….” The camera then cuts off to mattheo grabbing you from the other brunette who raised a brow and smirked.

A/N: hey! I did this on my own time and was bored. So let me know if you want more parts or want this in a series! Love ya, and don’t be a stranger <3

[sordidmusings]

Welcome🤍

Thank you for stopping by my blog! I hope you enjoy the clown show lol right now I'm keeping this chatty section real sparse to get this out but hoping to make it (and this whole list) more robust and comprehensive with time! One of the first things on the list is to have fic summaries instead of just titles and better formatting for multiple parts. At least this works atm haha For now, just know this is both a sfw and nsfw blog and nsfw will be tagged with #thirst hours

I hope the reading guides you on good daydreams and fantasies 💜

Daily click for Palestine

NSFW ☄️

Fluff 🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑 Angst (how much easy vs. harsh emotion)

AU 🪐

Non-canon elements in focus ✨

Tender Love and Care

Hair Care 🌖 Massage 🌖 Part 1 Part 2 and Part 3 - Coming Soon

Switching Up Roles 🌕☄️ Part 1 and Part 2

Loose Lips

Thirsty Thursdays ☄️

With Pissed Off Buggy With Lucky Brat Buggy With Insecure Buggy

Comforting His Partner on Their Looks 🌕

Age Gap Headcanons 🌕

Punk Buggy with a Tongue Piercing☄️ - Riff off of @hey-august's wonderful Punk Buggy

Let Go and Grip Me Tighter 🌖☄️

Mihawk struggles with guilt from the nature of his fantasies about you and begins pulling away. You won’t let that happen and both of you find the fantasy is more fun together.

Fixing What Ifs 🌗

Meeting with Mihawk for a drink wasn’t the most uncommon, but the bittersweet air certainly was. You’re swimming through memories of him, wondering at his feelings and intentions until you finally let your tongue loosen. Is this not enough for him either?

Well Earned Praise 🌕

On the heels of a hard won accomplishment, Mihawk shows you that he notices and cares. Just in his own ways.

How He Deals with Falling in Love 🌕

Jealousy Ficlet 🌕

Hickey Headcanons 🌕

Thirsty Thursday

The Hat Stays ON

Fireside 🌖 - coming soon

Bonding Exercises ☄️ - coming soon

Jealousy Ficlet 🌕

How to Break Rules 🌖

Jealousy Ficlet 🌕

Hickey Headcanons 🌕

Give (In) and Take (Me) ☄️

The Wrong Rest 🌑

Across the Great Divide 🌘 - Coming Soon

These Hoes Depressed 🌖 - Coming Soon

Brushing Souls 🌕✨

You've warned him just as much as the others how intimate and overwhelming it feels to touch another soul. Still, he's intrigued. Over time you've come to trust him enough to give him a taste of the soul magic of your home and he immediately accepts, equal parts eager and nervous. Nothing you said prepared him for all he feels at simply being surrounded by You. ~3.8k

Coronary Tale 🌗✨

Face Sitting ☄️

Hickey Headcanons 🌖

Eventually this will mean poly BUT for now it is where headcanons with LOTS of characters are until I have more fics under more characters (so Its not just a fuckload of headers all with the same fic under them lol)

Cuddling Headcanons 🌕 Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men (Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk)

Cuddling Ficlets 🌕 Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men

X Marine Reader Headcanons - Coming Soon

Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men

Bonus Characters (Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid, Killer, Sir Croc, Doffy)

Sweetly Scented Secrets 🌕✨

These are ones I add to and build off of instead of it being just something for a one-shot. Currently a placeholder but wanna get posting for these soon! Gotta organize the massive thought dumps I have down first lol

Modern AU (Coney Island inspired)

Hybrid AU

ABO AU

On Their Feet - current priorities (Most have coming soon and up on Masterlist to kick my ass into gear atm lol)

Lifeline - in brain and touching on

Purgatory - letting them happen when they happen

Hell - uncertain if they will ever happen 💀

Random ass shit that doesn't have a spot yet wHOOPS

Now and For Always - One Piece Rendition

Andddd a reminder to myself to possibly link sketches eventually andjkjaskda

Enjoy the hot mess in progress LOL

[kindaasrikal]

Resurrected Morro head canons because I’m supremely bored+the ninja:

Morro cusses everyone out every two seconds. There is no ‘soft side’ this mf is a sword that never loses its edge.

Because of Wu and only Wu, Morro is a sarcastic little loser. He will not hold back on insulting someone either.

He’s actually surprisingly quiet most of the time, like even his footsteps are near silent. The ninja have gotten jump-scared by him more than they ever did when he was dead.

He cannot handle any sort of affection, care, or love given to him. Like he can very rarely do it himself with no sweat, he’s complimented Nya’s skill or Cole’s strength hundreds of times, but if anyone like Kai or Wu (two individuals known to train daily and know all that bull inside out) were to compliment him he’s suddenly a tomato. He’ll start looking away from you, acting all nonchalant but everyone can hear the way his voice goes higher each second another compliment is thrown at him.

Morro likes floating in the air, even if it’s just casually hovering or just sitting in the air he likes doing it. One time, Pixal dragged in a pile of vengestone to use for a project or something and this mf fell HARD on to the ground. As much as Pixal felt guilty, she would do it again since it helped her realise Morro was hiding some broken ribs.

Morro walks into doors, or walls, blinks, and walks away like nothing happened. (he’s trying to ignore Jay’s laughter)

After Morro and Wu reconciled and Lloyd and Morro began getting along he heard the two talking about how it would be cool if Morro could look more like Wu, just so people would stop calling Morro his ‘adopted’ son (thats his baby, nothing else) and so Lloyd doesn’t have to say Morro is just in his emo phase. As much as the convo was a joke, Morro took it seriously and the next day both Wu and Lloyd almost burst into either tears or shocked laughter when they saw the green streak was replaced by a blonde.

Morro actually isn’t emo, or goth, or punk. He’s all three at once and yet none at the same time. (Don’t be surprised when you see him wearing spiked bracelets and a pink shirt from Zane). To put it basically he has no fashion sense he just throws things together as long as it’s baggy and easy to deal with.

Edit: forgot to add, he’s old. This guy dresses like Wu and enjoys traditional clothing more than anything. He only wears anything different when going to the city and it’s still rlly baggy and basic. He somehow still rocks it.

Morro does not buy his own clothes, he just steals everyone else’s (Lloyd convinced him to do it with him.)

Even after Morro and Kai dealt with their issue they act like a toxic asian couple who are on the verge of divorce.

Cole likes to pick up the small members of the group, like Jay or Lloyd. Morro has become a victim and he bites.

He really likes reading. And history. After Lloyd introduced Misako to him they both got along so well they began sharing stories of Wu, Lloyd and Garmadon. All three are horrified at what those two know.

When Morro is floating in like a standing position, Nya likes falling out of the air or smth (she lowkey just appears) and falls on to his shoulder and stays there. Morro has learnt to accept his position as a chair.

Morro actually knows how to cook but doesn’t enjoy doing it, so Zane just kinda stares at him and pulls out something he knows Morro would want and suddenly you have two chefs with frilly pink aprons on. One is scowling as he beats the eggs and the other is smiling like he has no worries with sparkles and everything.

Morro has convinced the ninja one by one to join him in making a tornado out of each of their elements. Wu is not amused.

A lot of people headcanon Morro to not be able to do spinjitzu, so I say the reason behind that is because mini Morro was forbidden to do so by young Wu to use spinjitzu after he kept making tornados and the such and destroying part of the monastery. Morro unintentionally kept following it until one day he was asked by Lloyd why he never use it. Slowly but surely he came to the realisation it was Wu’s fault and pointed at him going like “IT WAS YOU!” And this old man was snorted into his tea. He forgot he forbade him.

When Morro gets resurrected he uses some sketchy magic book to summon Garmadon cause he was bored and wanted to someone to mess with (he missed his annoying uncle) (he called Lloyd in two second later and recorded him bursting into tears, both of them) (he froze and sweat dropped when he heard four armed Garmadon say something about his soul hurting last night.)

He’s like a hermit and a hobo combined.

As much as Morro can read, he can’t write, and as much as Lloyd can write, he can’t read. They join forces in deciphering scrolls.

Morro and Lloyd get along like burning trash. They happily cuss each other out and bully each other on a daily, they even call back to past traumas. Yet five seconds later Lloyd flops down onto a tired Morro and says “Hey do you wanna get ice cream with me? I found this place that i think would rlly suit your taste” and even after the both argue the whole time they take getting there the Lloyd actually was hoping Morro would like it because they had old man flavours. And even after Morro acts like he couldn’t care less and that Lloyd acts like a lil baby, he buys them both ice cream.

Okok im done i might do this for the other ninja i miss them ajgdjshs

[munsster]

hi pookieee

i just found your blog and legit spent like two hours reading your stuff- IT'S SO GOODDDDD OML

so, if requests are open, and if they're not! totally fine, but if they are... can i maybe possibly request a jonathan byers oneshot? 😍maybe domestic vibes, some will and joyce, sort of where reader is just part of the daily, like it's not a 'oH jOnAtHaN hAs a GiRl OvEr' type of thing, the byers are just so used to her being around-

OKEY BYEEE, DRINK WATER, EAT SNACKS, KEEP SPARKLING ✨

fall into place

A/N: HI POOKIE! im obsessed w ur energy and i would do anything for u, this sounds so cute hope u like it 😋

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jonathan comes home to find you fully adopted into the Byers’ daily routine. When did that happen? 1.3k words.

Warnings: fluff, domesticity, cringe 80s references, mike being annoying, KISSING, pet names (baby, heartthrob)

The front door slamming shut rattles the frame of the house, but nobody seems to care over the ruckus. Jonathan drops his messenger bag by the bench in the foyer, shucking his shoes and skirting to the kitchen. Joyce flips through a fashion catalog by the phone with her thumb nail perched between her lips.

"She's in El's room," Joyce says while Jonathan swipes an unopened juice pouch off the counter and tucks a pack of toaster strudel under his arm. There's an uproar in the other room from the usual teenage suspects. He's about to make his way upstairs when his mom chuckles.

"Oh, hi, mom, how was your day?" Joyce teases, "Thanks for asking, Jonathan. It was lovely, I bought you those juice pouches and toaster pastries you like. How was yours?" She cocks a brow, and he peeks back into the kitchen.

"Love you, mom."

"Love you, too. Oh, also it's fend night. There are some leftovers and dinners in the freezer. Your brother was craving frozen pizza."

"Sounds good!" he shouts, already halfway up the stairs and down the hall. The cassette deck on El's desk sings something tinny and youthful and he's pretty sure she has it cranked to full volume. You're perched at the foot of her bed with your fingers looping the fluffy strands of her hair into a criss-cross plait. You look over and smile, leaning into the kiss he plants on your cheek.

"Hi," you coo.

"Hi, baby," he says with a lazy smile across his face. "My room?"

"In a sec."

El tuts, "she's braiding my hair." You chuckle, tying off the end of her braid with a sparkly, blue elastic you nabbed from the bottom of the bathroom drawer. He tips the straw of his juice to your lips, and you hum and pat the top of El's head just before hopping to your feet and fleeing the room with Jonathan's hand in yours.

"Thank you!" she calls, but you both know you'd do it for her anytime.

He falls back onto his springy mattress, and you straddle his hips, pry the decadent box from his grasp, and triumphantly fish out a strudel.

"I didn't know Mike was visiting this week," you mumble through a mouthful of pastry.

"Yeah, their spring breaks lined up." Jonathan chugs the rest of his fruit cocktail, crushing the pouch and setting it on his bedside table alongside the discarded pastry box. Then he recoils, nose scrunching: "You met mike?"

You nod, nibbling the strudel in half and pressing bite-sized piece to his mouth, swiping away the stray crumbs that sprinkle his shirt. "It's cinnamon," you whisper. He hums.

"Was he weird?" he worries.

"Only a little," you tease, sweeping his hair off his forehead and leaning down to press a damp kiss to the open space.

"He's a punk."

You shrug. "Only a little."

You split the last piece of pastry between you, making sure you get an even amount of filling and frosting before clinking the edges and popping them into your mouths.

"What were you and El listening to?" he asks.

"Make it big. You know Wham. 'I don't want your freeeeedom!'" you mock, squeaking out the iconic high note, "Mike got it for her."

"Sounded... contemporary," he chuckles, setting his palms into the curve of your hips, hooking his thumbs in the loops of your jeans.

"Yeah, I think she has a thing for George Michael. We've been listening to it on repeat." Your stretch your arms over your head with a yawn.

"He is pretty cute," Jonathan teases.

"Yeah, well," you say with all the casualty of a partly cloudy Wednesday afternoon, "Not as cute as you."

He scoffs, sitting up with you still balanced in his lap. “Shut up,” he huffs.

“No!” You grin and lean in close, mumbling, “heartthrob,” in a kiss to his lips. When you pull back he stares softly into your eyes.

“How long have you been here?”

“My shift ended at two so,” you say, “since then. Why? You tryin’ to send me home, Byers?”

“No,” he whispers, he wouldn’t dream of it, “No, I like that you’re here when I get home.”

You chuckle and drape your arm over his shoulder. “That’s very domestic of you.”

“God, I know”—he rolls his eyes, pressing his palms flat to your back and smiling coyly—“Wait ‘til uou hear how glad I am that everyone likes you so much. And that you like them, too. Even when they’re fucking crazy.”

You peck the corner of his mouth gently, willing a smile to creep across his face.

“I fit right in, don’t I?” you tease. But he doesn’t laugh, enamored by everything you say and do. His fingertips just graze your cheek and his eyes flick down to your mouth.

He sighs. “Like our missing puzzle piece.”

“Yeah,” you reason, “like the piece that gets knocked onto the floor to collect dust for ten years until someone's sweeping and randomly unwedges it from the floorboards only to realize it's from the puzzle they gave away last week.”

“No, more like,” he chuckles, “like the one stuck to the underside of the lid that you only find once youre putting the deconstructed puzzle away.”

You giggle, tilting your head back. Then you sigh, whipping your head back to stare into his eyes, foreheads pressed together.

“Maybe we’re all missing puzzle pieces,” he suggests. It’s whispered. Like it’s a secret and you two are the only ones who will ever know the truth.

You nod. “Oh, we definitely are. Five billion lonely little puzzle pieces waiting for our lost portrait.” Your fingers twirl a lock of his hair, and he holds back a splitting grin. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation sober.”

He cackles, holding your lower back as he leans slightly. “Wait,” he says, “you’re sober?” You smack his chest, chuckling when he hollers, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding, you're the only person worth getting high with anymore since Argyle's in Utah.”

You pout facetiously, sticking out your lower lip with your brows knitting. “Jonny! So romantic!”

“Yeah, yeah, natural as riding a bike,” he teases. You smile and lean in to kiss him, and he meets your lips sweetly. You pull away and peck the corner of his mouth then his cheek before your doe eyes flick up to his. Your mouth opens to say something, but Mike bursts into the room.

“Ew, gross, at least close the door if you’re going to suck face!”

You turn over your shoulder with a scowl. “You close the door, we’re obviously busy.”

“I don’t even know you!” Mike scoffs.

You hop up and jump to the door wildly, about to slam it just as you squint and say, “Then you’ve got a lot to learn, sonny.”

But before you can close it, Will peeks into the conversation and offers, “C’mon, let’s be diplomatic, people! Mom says come eat and watch Nightmare on Elm Street.”

“Mister Kreugs again?” you say, “Yes, please!” You high-five Will, and he shuffles down the stairs. Mike and El follow. You turn back to see Jonathan lounging back on his bed, eyes closed and just barely smiling to himself.

“Coming, heartthrob?”

“Yeah,” he says, blinking awake, head lulling to gaze at you, “don’t wait up.”

But you run back anyway, grabbing his hand and tugging him to his feet.

“Too bad,” you whisper, giving him a consolation kiss. You get him to the bottom of the stairs before he pulls you back against him right on the last step. He kisses you sweetly and with a smile.

Will shouts from the living room, “Okay, I’m usually pretty tolerant, but please no making out during horror night!”

You chuckle, still holding Jonathan’s hand with his arm lazily around your waist. “Okay, fine. Only because you asked nicely.”

You look back to find Jonathan already staring at you. It still makes you nervous or excited or something. He’s holding you so close, and you can’t help but kiss him one last time.

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Darkness and Sunshine (2)

Summary: Bucky hurt you deeply. Can he make amends?

@buckybarnesevents „Hot Bucky Summer 2024”: Week 13: Free Week

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader

Warnings: angst, hurt reader, BBF trope, attentively Bucky, flirting, fluff

Catch up here: Darkness and Sunshine

“You will keep your hands off my sister.” It’s the first time you’ve heard your brother yell at his friend and business partner. “You had your chance and hurt her. Stop coming up with more excuses for your poor life choices. Y/N had nothing to do with any of it. You wanted her to come with me all the time, only to break her heart.”

Your brother is panting. No man ever got away with insulting James Buchanan Barnes. Most of the people didn’t even get the chance to confront him face-to-face.

“Y/B/N, I’m telling you this as a friend. Stop right now. I had my reasons to push your sister away. I know it was wrong, but I had to keep her out of my life and my business.” Bucky balls his metal hand into a fist and slams it onto the desk at his office. “I let you get away with talking like that to me because you love your sister. But that is enough.”

Your brother huffs. “Do you think I care?” He replies. “We have been friends all my life, but hurting my sister was one step too far. I’m telling you one last time to leave her alone!”

Bucky steps closer to your brother, making you flinch. You are sitting on the sofa in his office, watching the two most important men in your life fight because of you.

“Please stop,” your voice cracks, seeing your brother so mad at his friend. “It’s my fault, Y/B/N. I shouldn’t have fallen in love with your friend. Let’s just go home, and I’ll never come back here.”

Turning his head like in slow motion, his lips curved into a grin, Bucky looks at you sitting on his sofa. “You love me?”

“Barnes.” your brother raises his voice to catch Bucky’s attention. “Don’t you dare to even think about it! I won’t allow you to hurt my sister again.”

Bucky rolls his eyes at your brother’s words. He understands that Y/B/N tries to protect you, but he’s too stubborn to admit that your brother has all the right to be mad at him.

“I won’t hurt her, Y/B/N. You know, all I did was protect her. It was you asking me to protect her at all costs,” Bucky snaps at your brother, making you frown. Your brother never told you that Bucky agreed to protect you.

“As if I’ll trust you with her ever again, Buck,” your brother bites back. “You have no clue what love is or how to make a woman stay. All you ever did was change your girlfriends like other men change their underwear.”

“So... every four or five days,” you giggle because both men stare at you. “What?” You shrug. “I once read an article about how often men change their underwear.”

Your brother can see the twinkle in your ear. You hold back a chuckle before bursting into laughter. “Okay, it was on Reddit, and I asked the crowd. My ex didn’t change his underwear daily, and I was wondering if that was normal.”

“What a pig!” Bucky scrunches up his nose. He retches while looking at your brother. “Punk, don’t tell me you do the same thing.”

“Hey, don’t look at me. The ladies like a clean lower area,” your brother grumbles under his breath. 

“Lower area?” You laugh even harder. “Y/B/N, you know that you can call it dick in front of me, right? I have seen one or two in my life.”

Bucky’s features darken. The thought of someone else touching you makes him furious. Deep down inside, Bucky knows that he’s got no right to feel like this. Well, he had the chance to ask you out more than once over the years. He always came up with excuses, only to watch another man hold your hand.

“Y/N, be a doll and leave me and your brother alone for a while. Please.” Bucky’s voice softens when talking to you. “How about you get a snack or a beverage?”

“No,” you harrumph, and you cross your arms over your chest. “Why would I do that? I won’t let you or my brother decide what to do with my life. You know what? I’ll leave you alone and go home.”

You get up from the couch and walk straight toward the door. Even if Bucky regrets all the things he said that night, they still echo in the back of your mind. You’re too hurt to just sit there and listen to them make decisions for you.

Bucky and your brother didn’t part on good terms. Your brother told his friend to stay away from you, while Bucky refused to give in. Seeing you with John Walker woke something more than his protective side. 

“Doll, open the door. It’s me, Bucky. Your brother and I talked things out. Y/B/N sees now that he cannot stop me from dating you.”

“Dating me?” You angrily say this and open your door. He swallows thickly when you glare at him. You’re always friendly and a ray of sunshine. But today you give him not only the cold shoulder but the stinky eye too.

“You made it clear that you’d never date me, Mr. Barnes. Even if my date with John wasn’t successful, I decided to go out with other men more often. I should try to find a man who won’t act like a fool to keep me safe.”

Bucky leans against your doorframe, watching you stand your ground against him. He’s impressed you didn’t melt in his arms or give him that sweet smile he hasn’t seen since he made the stupidest mistake of his life.

“Doll…” He sighs when you pull away the moment he tries to touch your hand. “What if I invite you for dinner in Paris or let me buy you this pretty dress you told Tasha about?”

You pout and look away. “Your money and shiny things won’t make up for what you did to me. Whatever you do, you can’t buy my love.”

Bucky nods. He can see the change in you and doesn’t like it. What he always loved about you was your optimism and the fact that you’re a ray of sunshine. Now you look sad most of the time he’s around.  The powerful man dips his head to glance inside your apartment. For so many years, he has known you and your brother without entering your place a single time. 

He furrows his brows, thinking hard to come up with a new plan. The private plane waiting for departure won’t impress you, and neither will the gifts he bought for you.

“I thought about a walk in the park,” he says, instead of offering the diamond necklace he bought for you this morning. “The weather is nice, and I’d hate to go alone. Please come with me, Y/N. We can have some ice cream later.“

A walk in the park and ice cream. This sounds like a normal date. Even though you never know when it comes to James Buchanan Barnes. 

“Please don’t leave me hanging.”

“No catch?” You question, quirking a brow.

“No catch,” he says, offering a smile and his hand. “I swear on my sister’s life, doll. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

You place your hand in his before you say, “I’ll keep you up on that promise, Bucky.” 

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