#anyways. I'm sure it comes as a surprise to exactly nobody but. I got the one with heiji on it.

[birdmenmanga]

after spending YEARS being into niche-ass shit like Devotion and SCP and Pathologic and now BIRDMEN it’s ALWAYS weird as hell to me that I can see my dcmk blorbos just. On Things.

get outta there that’s my detergent what are my blorbos doing on my detergent

[unidentified-ending]

What's up bro! I was just wondering weather you could make a little oneshot-headcanon about a male student in aizawas class who's younger brother (age 4-5) is quite dangerous due to his quirk but he's never done anything and he's been declined from multiple daycares and his parents are super stressed but Aizawa ends up taking the male reader younger brother to U.A's daycare and everyone in the dorms loves him bc he's so cute.

Thanks man, have a good day!!!!!

A/N: of course bro, this request is so cute so buckle up for some fluffy, maybe ooc aizawa and a cute younger brother.

This can be read as a trans or cis dude but if trans js imagine you got top surgery at a young age (not that young tho!). It's not mentioned anyways

Your parents were stressed. Like stressed stressed.

Your younger brother with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes was boping around in your living room.

His name was Kuragari and he could destroy all of reality in one clap of his hand

But it's never happened before, but most people stay away from the cute ball of happiness.

When he was a child (2-3), everyone would stay away from him but he had you

Y/n L/n, a (personality trait) boy who was in class 1a, UA. Aspiring hero, and the best brother anyone could ask for.

Anyways back to the point.

Your parents were stressed, Kuragari's power was getting in the way of his daycare applications.

He was dangerous and so nobody came near him bc of "the sake of the other children"

And your parents both worked and you went to school so it was a hell of a time trying to do something for him

He'd usually get a baby sitter but he'd cry a couple of hours in, begging for you and his parents.

Which made either you, your mother or father come home from work early and have to settle him down

But that when the offer of you life came true.

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"Y/n" you hear a faint voice call for you.

"Y/n!" The same voice but louder said again.

"Y/N!" The person said and you shot up straight away, the redness in your eyes and the bags under them were a huge sign of no sleep.

You looked around, you were in your classroom but nobody was in there, just your homeroom teacher calling out for you.

"Yes sir! I'm up, I'm up." You exclaimed into the empty room, your brother had woken up crying at exactly 2:27 am yesterday night and your parents wouldn't wake up so you had to deal with Kuragari by yourself and that lasted duntil 4:16 am when he decided to sleep. And you knew you had to wake up at 7 tomorrow so only 3 hours of sleep didn't toll well on your body.

"It's break, why are you still sleeping?" Aizawa questioned, though not making any visable facial expressions.

"I-uh, I just didn't get enough sleep. I'm okay" You said, blinking in drowsiness

Aizawa raised an eyebrow and said "Are you sure? Is there something I need to know?"

"Nah, not really. It's just my younger brother Kuragari. He's been declined by so many daycares' bescuse his quirk is too dangerous for the daycare but hes never actually used it before." You explain and Aizawa listens intently.

"He can break reality in one clap of his hands but he's so cute, he's 5 this year and me, my mother and my father have been extremely stressed about this issue because nobody can baby sit him for more then five hours before he starts to throw a fit and cry. And we have to take care of him at night and its very tiring."

Aizawa listened to your story all the way through and at the end he said, "How about we take him and we can take care of him? It's up to your parents though." Your eyes glimmered at the idea and you told him you'd ask them this evening.

That evening~~~~

"Mum, Dad. I've got news! Sensei Aizawa said he's take in Kuragari into the U.A daycare! Only if you want." You exclaimed when you got into the house and ran straight into your living room.

"Wait what?" Your father said, a hint of surprisment in his voice. "Really?" You mother said, a huge smile growing on her face.

"Yes!" You shouted with picking up your little brother and he immediately started laughing and clapping his hands together in excitement even though he had no idea what you were talking about.

A few hours later

"So what do we need to do to get Kuragari in there?" Your mother said while feeding him some food.

"Nothing, we just have to bring him in tomorrow and they take him in, look after him and there is another sweet girl called Eri in there. She's so sweet and I think they would get along together."

"Are you sure about this, honey?" Your father said to your mother

"It's a opportunity we must take. For the sake of our sleep" Your mother yawned.

Your father nodded on agreement.

"Alright then, but it's your responsibility to dress and wash him in the morning because we have work tomorrow. Fair?" Your father asked while taking a sip of his coffee.

"Fair" you agreed while picking up Kuragari and placing him on the couch and turning on some baby shows.

The next morning~~~~~~

You looked at a snoozing Kuragari at 6:50 am. You knew he was gonna throw a fit about waking this early but he had to get up.

You picked up the snoozing boy and cradled him in your hands, gently rubbing your finger over his forehead to wake him.

He started to fidget in your hands and kick his legs about. That's when he opened his ayes and started wailing.

"Shh, shh it's okay. I need you to wake up for me." You say as you kissed his head and put him in his baby chair.

You made his baby breakfast and ate your own, he was still glaring at you for waking him up early.

After that, you ran a bath for the two of you while he played with some of his toys.

"Kuragari." You exclaimed and he came crawling over to the bathroom with a toy car in his hand.

You undressed him and put him in the bath and you also got in. He flapped around with his bath toys in the bath, accidentally hitting you with some bubbles.

"You silly child" you sighed before taking him out and dressing him in some new clothes.

"Alright lil bro, I'm gonna carry you to school today. So climb on my back." You said while taking your keys and unlocking your front door.

You crouched down do he could climb on your back and he crawled up your back and seated himself right on your shoulders.

Off you two go to school~~~

Surprisingly you were the only two there in your class. Mean class did start at 8:20 and you two got there at 7:59 so it was pretty early.

You went to sit at your desk and then you took your brother off your head and placed him on your desk, then placed your own head on the desk, hoping for some of your own sleep.

Your promised it would 5 minutes but 5 minutes turned into 15.

Your self-consciousness was telling you to get awake and that's when you shot up awake, immediately in search for you younger brother.

"Kuragari" you said, your eyes darted across the room but all you could see were your fellow classmates crowded around something..or someone.

"Where's my brother?" You said in panic and the whole class looked at you in surprise.

"You mean this bundle of joy" Denki said as he held your smiling and laughing brother in his hands.

Your face immediately relaxed, you hadn't lost him.

"I'm so sorry guys-" you started but Mina interrupted.

"There no need to be sorry he's so cute!" She said while the rest if the class agreed with him. You went to join the classmates of yours and when he saw you he did his signature grabby hands and you picked him up.

"Bakugo saw you sleeping when he came in then me spotted your brother on his desk. He carefully just put him back on your desk and sat down."

Bakugo tsked at his desk but didn't deny it.

"What's he even doing here anyways?" Sero says as he laughs with Kuragari.

"Oh it's a long story, so-" then a door slammed open and Aizawa walked in.

"What is going here?" He questioned and everyone moved out the way of Kuragari and Aizawa had one look at the child and back at you and he knew you two were siblings.

Kuragari on the other hand started to cry at the old grizzled man and immediately started to grab onto Deku's shirt.

"Sorry man, he's a bit grumpy. I'll take him out." You say to deku and he waves it off completely fine.

When you walk out of the room, Aizawa walked out as well.

"Sorry sensei, he's just-"

"Yeah yeah, I know. Let's just get him in the daycare and we can start lessons" Aizawa said and the two of you walked to the daycare in silence.

You dropped him off to the daycare in silence where he met Eri and they got along together.

The two of you walked back together to class in silence before Aizawa said. "He looks like you".

"Really?" You say, surprised at the comment.

"Yeah, I bet he's a hard one to deal with."

"Oh he is" you say, enjoying the small talk.

"I can see where he gets it from" he says and you accidentally let out a chuckle.

You knew you had a good teacher.

[pseudophan]

some post wad weekend thoughts...

i just wrote all this on the plane and haven't read it through so apologies for any mistakes

first of all, this weekend was incredible. i usually just kinda sit at home doing not much of anything, and this was a much needed break to actually have some fun. london in general always lifts my spirits but i suppose that danisnotonfire guy contributed a little as well.

guys i think i've met more people the past few days than i otherwise have in years. like. holy shit. i started listing people but i'm petrified i'll forget someone so i chickened out, sorry about that. but you all know who you are. i've met friends i've had for years, people i used to know but haven't spoken to in what feels like a decade, newer friends, and a frankly baffling amount of people i didn't know yet but who told me they've followed me for ages. like holy fuck you guys lmao what the hell??? and i mean did the reaction ever get old no of course it didn't. bad for my ego i'm sure but totally worth it. there's something very amusing and incredibly surreal about being chronically lame in most aspects of life and then suddenly finding yourself in an environment where you're kinda cool???? SO fucking fun oh my god, but also i do kinda feel like i've tricked you all? but hey i'll happily let you keep believing i'm cool, that is more than fine with me.

most importantly though everyone was SO lovely. like i said i don't think i've spoken to this many people in such a short amount of time in years and every single person i talked to was awesome. guys did you know phannies are kind of great... don't tell anyone but, lowkey... everyone is so funny and cool and absolutely insane but in a good way (shoutout everyone left at the gates until the very end, we should probably get some help).

and then lastly of course, mr howell himself. i talk about this a lot i feel like but fuck me that man was born to perform. whether you think he's actually funny or not, nobody can argue he doesn't absolutely thrive on a stage. he plays off the audience so well and he's so very obviously having the time of his fucking life. i'd already seen the show twice before this, and i didn't think anything would top the previous london show but man... the first night he came back out after the show having clearly been tearing up backstage, apologising for being an inconsistent absent parent, and i can't lie the "i had daddy issues and THEN i subscribed to dan howell" got me cause yeah no literally dude, you nailed it, exactly, well done. i think something about doing this show again, his magnum opus as he considers it, now after the dapg return was very special to him. he seems genuinely surprised that so many of us were ready to just jump back in like nothing happened, i don't think he was expecting so many people to still be waiting and it's... man. he comes off so grateful for us all and it's so fucking sweet. and then on the last night, i think that was my favourite, when the show ended and he got the standing ovation and people throwing him flowers.. he was so HAPPY. and clearly overwhelmed with emotion which, i gotta say, there is something honestly kinda funny about daniel howell standing in front of you trying not to cry. like no by all means dude go ahead, please, you've made me cry an endless amount of times it's only fair.

ugh. i'm proud of him or whatever. dick. and i'm proud of our ridiculous fucking community. i'm not sure what 14 year old nora would say if you'd told me i'd still be kicking it in the phandom a decade on, but at almost 25 (fml) i'm so so happy to be here still. you know, we get a bad rep, but i genuinely think as far as fanbases go we're pretty solid. and i love you all so much.

i believe i will have to rob a bank or something because the next time dan and/or phil do a tour i think i'll have to just show up at every date like i'm sorry but this was too good of a high we need to do it again immediately

anyway. back to work 💪

(by which i mean giffing dan and phil. i am still very much unemployed. fr though i'm two whole videos behind this has never happened i feel weird. who am i)

[holdmytesseract]

hello!! i saw you were looking for steamy stuff with daryl and was thinking about leaving him some steamy pictures with a polaroid, maybe they slip it to him at the worst time and he gets flustered and embarrasses himself or stick with steamy and he decides he wants to take his own pictures of them 😏

anyway, i hope you have a lovely day/evening 🥰

Sinful Distraction

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: You decide to leave a little surprise for Daryl. A little sinful distraction while he's away.

Warnings: umm... mentions of naughty photos? tiny bit spicy, fluff?

Set in Season 9!

Word Count: 1,2k

a/n: Thanks for the request, nonny! 😁 I loved it, hehe. Hopefully you like what I wrote! 🧡

Tagging: @km-ffluv @stitchintimefan @sweetpeapod @loz-3 @peaches1958 @fictive-sl0th @lou12346789 @bookofsecretjourneys @azanoni @fuseburner @hotgirlsshareaccounts @in-this-minute

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A cheeky smile danced across your lips as you put the Polaroid you coincidentally found on the last run back in its hiding place, before you sat down on the bed and admired the pictures you just took. You bit your lip. They were perfect - and hopefully able to distract Daryl just a tiny bit.

Your man was going out for a few days, probably a week, helping Rick out, of course, to build the bridge, and you decided to not let him leave without a little... surprise. A gift, rather. He just had to find it. You'd hide the pictures in the back pocket of his baggy jeans, hoping that he'd need the red rug he always carried with him in that pocket. A perfect plan, wasn't it? You bit your lip, smirking; proud that you had this idea.

"Y/N?" Daryl's voice echoed down the stairs towards the basement you and Daryl called home. Hastily, you hid the pictures in your pocket, thinking he was coming downstairs. "I'm here! Yeah?!" He wasn't. "We are goin' in a bit! Thought ya might wanna come up and say goodbye?!" "You can bet your butt on this! I'm coming, baby!" You heard Daryl snort out a laugh. "Thought ya need my butt?! Ain't got nothin' to hold on when it's gone!" You couldn't prevent a rather loud giggle leaving your lips. You loved when Daryl once in a while got all humorous and sassy. He had such a dry sense of humour - and you loved it. "Well... Point for you, hon!" "I'll be outside!" You could hear the amusement in his voice. He was definitely smiling. You took a last look at the pictures, before you hid them again and quickly made your way up the stairs and out of the house. Daryl sat on the stairs on the porch, clearly waiting for you. As soon as he heard the door close shut, the archer stood up and turned around, facing you. "Ready?" He asked. You knew exactly what he meant. He asked it every time, just like you gave him the same answer - every time. "I'll never be ready to be separated from you." Daryl bit the inside of his lip - a habit you loved so much. "I know. 'M sorry. I hate leavin' ya, 's just..." "You have to, I know." You nodded, smiling and stepped with him down the stairs. When you and him hit solid ground again, you immediately reached for him; took his big hands into yours. "It's okay. It's who you are and what you do. I-I mean, I would've accompanied you, but Michonne needs me here a-and..." Now Daryl was the one who nodded, giving you a soft smile. "She does," he said. "Alexandria does." You smiled at him as well, touched by the utter sweetness of this man.

Daryl squeezed your intertwined hand and looked from side to side, checking his surroundings and making sure nobody was looking, before he dipped his head in order to give you a sweet kiss. Showing affection in public was still something he had to get used to, but you didn't complain, gave him all the time he needed. You leaned in the kiss, of course, trying to make it last as long as possible; even letting go of his hands, in order to wrap them around his neck. You were successful, keeping the archer's lips locked onto yours for a little while longer, before he withdrew, blushing ever so softly. He is so cute, you thought, suppressing an upcoming giggle. Then you suddenly remembered the pictures, which were still in the pocket of your jeans. That had to change, of course. So, you scanned the street again, pulling Daryl in another kiss and catching him quite a bit by surprise. Now that he was distracted by your lips on his, you reached for the pictures in your pocket, wrapping your arms around your man's broad torso, lowered your palms on his ass and finally managed to slip the cargo in his back pocket.

Daryl jumped at your sudden bold, intimate move and ended the kiss, looking at you with slightly widened eyes and an even darker shape of red on his cheeks. "What ya doin', woman?!" You giggled, remembering the conversation you had earlier with him. "Makin' sure it's still there. Testin' if I can still hold onto it, ya know." You said and winked, causing him to playfully roll his eyes.

After saying once again thoroughly goodbye to Daryl and the others who accompanied him, you retreated back to the little basement apartment you shared with the archer; hoping that your mischievous, cheeky plan was going to be successful.

After travelling to the bridge, alongside Aaron, Rick and Carol, Daryl went immediately to work. After all, the bridge didn't build itself. The archer didn't quite like to work with the Saviors. Former enemies, now turned allies, but he didn't have a choice, did he? They needed every help they could get. It was a big task and couldn't be done just by Alexandrians. Working in the heat of the summer wasn't exactly great as well, but that was also a thing which couldn't be changed.

It took Daryl almost two days to find the surprise you had hid for him but eventually, he found it...

"Daryl?" The archer lifted his head, looking up to face Aaron, who stood a few meters away from him. "Yeah?" "Have you got a rug or something with you?" Daryl nodded, sat back on his heels and reached for the familiar red rug in the back pocket of his jeans - only to find something what definitely didn't feel like his rug. His rug was there, too, but also something else. He frowned, but took the rug first, throwing it towards Aaron. "Thanks!" Daryl gave his friend a nod, before standing up and reaching for the other items in his pocket - which he had identified as Polaroid pictures, but the man didn't have a single clue what were on them, of course. When his gaze landed on the three pictures, his heart almost stopped beating for a second, eyes widening. He expected a lot - but not seeing you on them half naked, or well... very scarcely dressed. Goddamnit, woman, he thought, feeling his cheeks literally burn with how hard he was blushing. If he'd have found them in his tent, back at the camp, it wouldn't have been a problem, but out here? In 'public'? With all the men around him? No, he couldn't help himself but go as red as a beetroot. Nevertheless, he also couldn't help himself, but to skip through the pictures. The temptation was just too big. Just because he was slightly embarrassed, didn't mean that he didn't like what he saw... Quite the opposite. Daryl rather had to fight against the upcoming issue in his pants... On the backside of the last picture was something written on it, like he noticed. 'Thought you might need a bit distraction some time... ;)' Naughty girl, the archer thought, shaking his head. "Jus' ya wait 'til I get home..." He muttered under his breath. Revenge was sweet, after all, wasn't it?

[zerobaseonefics]

what do you even know ? ㅡ kim taerae.

kim taerae x reader

maybe coming to that party wasn't such a bad idea...

warnings : alcohol, drunk reader. i'm kind of an harsh narrator sorry i suck at this ✋🏼 that's my first post ever :(

genre : fluff

you know, i kinda hate it when people put themselves into embarassing situations and then cry about being embarassed.

and when i say "people", i'm talking about you.

you were really not into parties. through all your years in high school, you never even been to one, very much repelled by the images and the words given to you after each one. what was so good about being with so many people in a small house ? dancing? drunk to the point they might not have a clue what they are doing ? you would rather be in the comfort of your home.

but, when you finally finished high school, you had one wish. you were willing to enter a new chapter of your life. you were open to new things, trying to change yourself for a better version, more confident and happy than the former one. your best friend, kim taerae, always supported you into that, still advicing you to take things slowly. and you agreed with that...

...however, when that girl from your class invited taerae to her house party right in front of you, you kinda lost it. i mean, i'm not supposed judge you and all, but damn, you were out of your mind for real. you decided to announce you'll come with your best friend to that party when your classmate told him he could bring a plus one. you saw the face of the boy shift into a surprised expression when you said that, asking if you were sure. and you were sure.

well, at least that's what you said. you had no intentions of going to that party at all, just thinking about it made wanna hide. but, if we were being honest, taerae was not just a simple friend. he was so much more than that.

you don't really know when you started having feelings for him. was it when you two started going to college together, when you saw him the first day of school with that one special smile on his face ? was it when you were in high school, the day were he gave you his umbrella because it was raining so much and there was no way he was letting you go home under the rain ? maybe you fell when you guys where 12 and he called you pretty when the boys in your class said otherwise ? it could even be the day you met, when you were 8, and he let you play with his bicycle.

it's not important anyways, now you were sure you were utterly in love with taerae. he made you feel the way nobody ever made you feel by just being a friend. and you wouldn't change it for anything in the world, because you loved what y'all got. you were never, never, ever, planning on confessing.

still, my friend, that's exactly what you did that damned night. you went to that party, and the atmosphere was just too much for you too handle. but how the hell were you going to chicken out and leave ? and let taerae with that one girl that seem to laugh so hard when he's around ? no way. that's why you started drinking. that was a really dumb idea actually but so much people were doing it and you realized it was probably to ignore that crippling anxiety.

but you drank too much. like, for real. wtf was wrong with you.

taerae kept his eyes on you that whole night, kind of worried about your drinking demeanor. when he saw you taking down one more glass, he decided it was time for him to stop you. gently, he took your free hand into his left one, using the right one to take away the glass from you.

"y/n, maybe you should slow down with the alcohol, don't you ?", he said, trying to give you a reassuring smile.

"taerae, i have no idea what i'm doing here..."

"i know, don't worry", he answered, holding your hand a bit more tigh. "you want us to take some time away from the crowd ? there is no one in the kitchen, we could hang out here. and if you really don't feel good, let's go home."

you didn't want to ruin that night for him. he didn't come to this party only to go because you were being a pain in the ass. well, that's how you felt, but i swear you're not, parties sucks anyway. and little did you know, taerae felt exactly the same tonight. he went only because you seemed so determined to go.

"i'm up, for the kitchen." you said.

without letting go of your hand, he smiled, taking you to the kitchen, far from all those people. there, it was just the two of you, with the loud music that was still shaking the whole house. it was so chaotic, yet so calm, that you started to feel more peaceful. when your eyes ended up on taerae's angelic face, you started to feel it. you know, that one strange feeling that made you fell all warm and fuzzy inside, forming a pleasant knot in your stomach. you just couldn't take your eyes of off him, and you were about to lose it when a coy smile appeared on his lips.

"is every thing okay, y/n?", he asked.

"what ?", you answered, not hearing him well because of the music.

he let go of your hand, letting both of them take place on your shoulders, to take you closer to him. the distance between the two of you was small, but not to the point it was too much. it was enough to make you frustrated, but your eyes had no choices but to trail on his mouth, when he asked you once again if you were okay.

"i love you'' you said, like your voice would get lost into the void and he won't hear you.

"i love you too", he whispered. but it was not enough, you knew he didn't mean it the way you meant it.

"in what way ?", said the alcohol in your system, making you ask things you would have never ask initially. he hesitated a bit before asking you,

"is it cool if i put my hands on your waist ?"

you nodded, and he let his hands go down your sides to end up on your hips, taking you even more closer to him. letting his head go forward to you, his forehead met yours, resting there. you didn't know where to look at, going back and forth between his eyes and his lips. even with your drunk state, you couldn't help but to feel a little shy.

"i'll love you the way you want me to love you", he finally declared.

"huh uh ?" was all you could answer, wanting to make sure it was true.

"huh uh", he confirmed.

"but i feel like i love you more than you love me", you added, looking into his eyes. he sighed.

"what do you even know..."

before your heart could burst, he pulled away from you, only going to pat your head gently.

"i'll take you home, let's talk about it again when you sober up."

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Drabbles

the drabbles I promised for my gofundme. Sorry this took so long!

pls pls pls gimmie some hopeless romantic crocodile stuff I'm in need of some passionate kisses nd phrases of my one and only Sir (daddy issues kickin in). It's fem reader and sorry for the bad grammar ... if u did it thanks for not ignoring me (>д<)

     You sat on a couch, smiling as you cuddled up to your boyfriend. You were feeling snuggly today and thankfully he wasn’t doing anything. He was busy so often that he didn’t always get a lot of time to just cuddle with you, meaning that when he did get time, you jumped at it. You couldn’t help it, you liked holding your beloved sandman. He always rolled his eyes at the nickname, but you were pretty sure he liked it, if nothing else, he never fought it. Looking up at him, your smile widened before sitting on your knees to press a kiss to his cheek.

     “I love you, Sandman.” you whispered softly, making him chuckle.

     “I love you too, my desert flower.” he kissed you, his kisses going from soft and sweet to passionate and loving. He loved you so much, you were his desert flower, one he would protect no matter what.

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Hello, I have this like... Idea... About Trafalgar Law x reader

(reader c-can be gender neutral)

But reader has this big scar on their left eye, no one has seen it yet and reader is very very insecure about it...

Maybe angst with comfort? Idk…

     You always hid the scar, styling your hair to sit over it so that nobody saw. You didn’t want anybody to see it, it wasn’t exactly small and it wasn’t exactly beautiful. People had stared at you in shock and horror before because of it. You’d gotten bad looks, people thinking that you were some kind of thug just because of your eye. So you’d started hiding it. Part of you knew Law didn’t usually care about looks, but with how many people had said things before, you couldn’t risk it. Standing in your room, you took a deep breath, running your hand through your hair, pushing it away from your eye. It had been a long day and you just wanted to relax. 

     “I wondered why you wore your hair like that.” his voice made your head snap over to look at him, the look in your eyes one of surprise and horror. You hadn’t wanted him to see you like this! “Calm down, Y/n. It’s alright. I was just coming in to check on you but you weren’t answering. I heard you had a long day. Thought I might cheer you up.” you looked away, covering the scar with your hand while moving to comb your hair back over it. Feeling his hand on your wrist that combed your hair, you looked up at him.

     “You can hide it from everyone else, but I don’t want you hiding it from me. I love you, all of you.” he said, pulling your other hand away from your eye, placing a gentle kiss to the scar, “I’ll always love you, even if your entire body is covered in hundreds of scars.”

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How would katakuri react to his fem!s/o always looking at him as if asking for his permission to fight or beat someone up

     He didn’t really understand your need to look to him for permission. If you needed to fight, why ask him for permission? He always nodded anyway. Afterall, if you felt the need to fight then why not let you? You were strong enough to hold your own as well, which brought him back to why? Not that he minded too terribly, he was rarely if ever busy when you gave him that look, he wanted you to know you could fight your own battles if you wanted, so he let you do as you wanted for the most part. So long as it didn’t interrupt your lives, he was fine with it. Besides, you’d tell him in time, right?

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(Oneshot)I’d like to request how law would react to accidentally hurting his s/o (you can choose how)during one of his check ups on them and his s/o starts crying a little bc of the pain

     It was just a shot, a small flu shot like most of the crew got. But he’d accidentally stabbed it in too hard. He’d been having a hard day and some of the crew didn’t want the flu shot, so he’d stabbed it in before you could attempt to get away from it like the others. When you’d flinched and tears started running down your cheeks, his body had gone ridgid. He hadn’t meant to hurt you, even a little pain. He’d pulled the needle back before he could inject the flu vaccine. He didn’t want to risk making things worse by injecting it into a bad spot.

     “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” he said softly, wiping away the small droplets of blood before kissing the spot. Okay, yes, it was extremely unhygienic to do so, but you needed comfort right now! Even if the pain wasn’t too bad!

     “You um… having a bad day? You asked quietly, wiping the tears away. Law just chuckled and nodded.

     “Yeah. The rest of the crew haven’t been too thrilled with their shots. They keep trying to escape. I’ve had to remove limbs to give them shots. I nearly had to sedate Shachi.” he said with a sigh.

     “Well how about I make your day easier? Give me my flu shot and give me one of the cute Bepo bandaids that I know you keep hidden and I’ll go make you some onigiri. Deal?” Law smiled and nodded, unlocking a drawer and pulling out one of the adorable orange bandaids before picking the syringe back up. He’d be more careful this time.

[misc-obeyme]

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Hello and thank you!

Okay, so if I'm remembering correctly we never actually get to see Simeon's wings, so this is all just how I imagine it'd be. Kind of like with the demon form, I would think angels can do something similar with their wings. Anyway, I love Simeon he is so very pretty, so I'm glad someone requested him!

Thank you for participating!

GN!MC x Simeon with prompt Feather

Warnings: MC is in a little danger at the beginning, but nothing major and it's pretty brief.

It wasn't really dangerous for you to go out in the Devildom anymore. When you'd first arrived, you had to be careful. You were a human and nobody really knew you yet. But you had been here for quite some time at this point. Although you weren't always recognized, most demons knew you. And when they realized that you were the human exchange student who had pacts with the Seven Lords of Hell, they had a tendency to leave you alone.

And if for some reason someone decided to hassle you anyway, you were a full fledged sorcerer now. You could handle yourself.

So you didn't hesitate to go into the streets alone when you needed to. Not that this happened often, of course. There was always a demon brother who wanted to come with.

This day you happened to be alone. You were just looking to pick up a few things, nothing major. It was supposed to be a brief trip.

So you were surprised when you found yourself surrounded by a group of unfamiliar demons. You had been backed into a corner, stuck between two buildings with no way out. It wasn't really an issue. You could just teleport away, after all.

And you were about to do exactly that when a brilliant flash of white descended in front of your eyes. You were looking at something so bright and full of light, that it almost blinded you. What in the Devildom could possibly look like this?

And then your eyes adjusted and you saw that you were actually looking at Simeon. He was standing in front of you, facing you, with his large beautiful wings tucked around you. They gave off that soft light, making everything around you feel illuminated.

Simeon's eyes were also blazing with that light, looking more gold than they normally did, the circular halo shape in them more pronounced. He simply glowed before you.

He wrapped his arms around you before taking off into the sky. You clung to him as his wings pushed against the air, propelling the two of you out of that small alley. He flew a very short distance to a small empty park.

He landed there, setting you down carefully. And then the light dimmed and his wings vanished and he looked at you with concern.

"MC," he said. "Are you okay?"

You blinked for a few moments, trying to re-calibrate your mind after witnessing Simeon's wings, his angelic light. "I'm fine," you said. You shook your head a little. "I had it under control. I was just about to teleport, you know."

Simeon blushed and looked away. "Ah, I forgot you could do that. I just saw you cornered by a group in that alley and thought you might need some help."

You smiled. "I'm glad you came," you said. "I got to see your wings, after all."

Simeon looked surprised. "My wings?"

"You don't use them very often," you said. And then it was your turn to blush. "They're gorgeous."

Simeon laughed softly. "If you want to see them, all you have to do is ask," he said.

You took a step toward him, so close you were almost touching. "Can I see them again?"

Simeon obliged, his wings unfurling around you once again, the light surrounding you. He held them around you protectively even though there was nothing you needed protection from.

It was like you were being held inside a small sun the way each white feather seemed to glow. You were sure it was simply the contrast between them and the darkness of the Devildom around you.

You took another step forward, putting your hands on Simeon's chest. He responded by wrapping his arms around you.

"MC," he said, but you cut him off with a kiss.

The warmth that spread through you seemed to match the intensity of the light all around you. You could feel that heat on Simeon's skin as your fingertips fluttered across his shoulders.

You spent quite some time there, held by Simeon's arms as well as his wings, your previous errands completely forgotten. And even though you weren't going far, when you finally separated you would find yourself feeling dark and empty without the gentle comfort of his presence.

You were thinking about those moments later that night, staring at the ceiling in your room in the House of Lamentation. Remembering the soft look in Simeon's eyes as he held you, the gleaming of his wings, the way your heart seemed to beat out of your chest.

But Simeon had seemed to know that this would happen. And the small light from the single white feather you held in your hands was enough to hold you over until you could see him again.

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[goldenboygate]

here are all twelve fics and one art that the wonderful participants of the winter break fic exchange in the carlando server made and posted.

i want to thank @boohowdy and @ruffboisebvettel for helping me with the planning and execution of this, for the cheerleading and for always being available for anyone who had any questions.

huge thanks to everyone who participated. thank you for putting your hearts and souls into your work; thank you for always being there for each other, and thank you for allowing us to share in your multitude of talents and creativity. you are all amazing people, and the carlando server is lucky to have you all.

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watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace by tiredtiredsharl (@wolfiemcwolferson)

Summary: Lando is used to not seeing the people who live in the building. He comes and goes at odd hours and he uses the laundry room on his days off in the middle of the day and he checks his mail at 3:30 in the morning, so it’s more weird to him that he runs into Carlos twice in a five day period. He had started to think that he maybe made it up - got dosed at the bar or had a vivid dream about a man who was every single fantasy he’s ever had - tall and broad and hair and hands and lips.

Someone new moves into 4B and nothing is as it seems.

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are you a future or a fairytale – am i naive or is this real by Missha (Mishtique) (@mish-tique)

Summary: It takes Lando a few semesters before he finally settles for studying photography at an international university. He hopes that this is the time when he finally settles and turns out to be happy studying – his parents just pray that he won’t change his mind again. They want him to settle down, find a nice person and become stable.

He just wants to be happy and live his own life without having people trying to micromanage it.

His sudden decision to also rent a room on campus comes with a surprise in the form of a Spanish, older, and-blessed-with-visuals-shaped-by-the-gods Alpha.

Carlos Sainz Jr is both the best and the worst thing that could happen to him during his first year in uni. Especially when the alpha keeps walking in on him wearing his, his – pretty clothes.

Or: 5 times Carlos catches Lando with something special + 1 time Lando wears something special for Carlos.

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i love you forever, not maybe (you’re my one true love) by csjr (@boohowdy)

Summary: Lando is starting to suspect that off-camera, he’s quite the soft and gentle guy. What did he say once in an interview? He protects love? I’d love to be protected, Lando thinks.

or: the one where Lando is a student, Carlos is a F1 driver, and they go through a lot before they get their happy ending

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Twin Flame by Phebes (@phebess)

Summary: 98% of people know exactly when they've met their soulmate. 2% do not.

or: the soulmate slow burn that nobody asked for

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All The World Wondered 🔒 by biscuitydenim

Summary: Crimean War AU

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Pull Everything to Pieces by kolyarostov (@landinrris)

Summary: Daniel’s here because he left classified documents on a train for someone to find (and find them they did). Max is here because he was in charge of tailing a suspect who was dealing illegal firearms and lost track of them (and thus the guns that were eventually found at the scenes of various crimes). Pierre’s here because he royally fucked up a diplomatic meeting with the French ambassador (Carlos thinks it was probably accidental nudes). Carlos is pretty sure Nico’s here because no one actually likes him. What he doesn’t truly know is why Lando’s here— but it can’t be good.

Or: Carlos gets sent to the bottom of the MI5 ladder after a training fiasco, and he'll do anything to make up for it.

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That’s what happens in the movies, anyways 🔒 by Belzebubcat (@waddlingpenguin)

Summary: Lando isn’t sure what he expects. Maybe he thought Carlos would kiss him or- or say it back. That’s what happens in the movies, anyways. He leans in, eyes on Carlos and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Carlos doesn't respond.

There are no fireworks.

No string quartet playing in the background.

It’s nothing like what happens in the movies.

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Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days of Summer (With You) 🔒 by Toasted_Teacake (@the-toasted-teacake)

Summary: Carlos invites Lando to spend a few days at the Sainz villa under the guise of golf. Lando thinks he might finally be ready to fall.

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it's the heart that really matters in the end 🔒 by LucysFault (@ruffboisebvettel)

Summary: So here Lando is, completing one step of the journey alongside his son, and a family somewhere out there are on the same path but just starting out. It’s like Candyland in his mind. They’re moving over the finish line while the other family have just had their piece placed on the board.

Or, Lando and Carlos meet in a hospital cafe, Daniel and Charles are their kids, and some springs are worth waiting for.

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Impractical Magic by goldenboygate (@goldenboygate)

Summary: Charles and Lando were born into a family where falling in love means you end up dead. They take different paths in life, Charles wanting nothing more in life than to feel the exhilaration love brings, and Lando too afraid to ever put himself out there.

When Charles gets into trouble with one of his boyfriends, Lando must figure out how to help him while trying his best not to fall in love with the one man who can take his life apart, Detective Carlos Sainz.

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Take My Breath Away by kabutocat (@foo1ishheart554)

Summary: Art. Lando and Carlos as Maverick and Iceman from the original Top Gun.

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take my sweater with the loose threads by sadcornyfuck (@enjoythebutterflies)

Summary: Carlos is a patient man, waiting his entire life for a moment like this.

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Te amo - I love you 🔒 by NamarieCarlando (@jolandax13)

Summary: Carlos and Lando are roommates. And in love. They just don’t know the other feels the same. But when Landos suppressants run out and he goes into heat, their feelings are finally revealed.

[kindred-sims]

Henry had been walking home from school the day he met her again.

Carrie had gone to visit with Genie for a while, asking that he let their parents know where she was as soon as he got back. He'd agreed, although he hadn't been in much of a hurry to return. Papa had been giving him so many chores lately, which really hadn't been leaving him with much reading time, and Mama had her hands full with Louisa and the new baby to even spare him a second glance.

That wasn't to say Henry was at all annoyed with his parents. On the contrary, he still loved them very much. But sometimes even ten year old boys needed their own space, and he just couldn't find that at home these days.

For that, Henry decided he would take his time, and chose the long route back to his family's farm, relishing in the scenery and reciting some of his favorite lines from his poetry book as he went.

"Stop it, please! Go away!"

Glancing ahead, Henry was startled to find none other than Dennis Gale in all his bullying glory, almost wanting to tuck tail and run the other way.

Until he spotted her. Millicent. That girl from town, the one with the pretty hat and long blonde hair.

And Dennis seemed to be picking on her!

Any fear he'd felt was replaced by a simmering anger, and before he could talk himself out of it, he'd ran up to the two of them, as Dennis laughed meanly, nearly shoving the poor girl into the dirt.

"Dennis, leave her alone!" he'd cried, fists balled up as tight as they could go. Dennis spared Henry a passive glance, snorting loudly.

"Or what? What exactly do you plan on doing?" he teased. "You're still half my size, Four Eyes, I could knock you down right now if wanted to."

"Yeah? So could my sister," Henry reminded him. "If it's a fight you're looking for, I can always just go find her, tell her what you said."

"Heh, you really think I'm still scared of her? That fight was a long time ago--"

"How come you still avoid her at recess then?"

Dennis flushed deeply, arms crossing.

"Forget it, you ain't worth it. Neither of you," he huffed. "I've gotta get home anyway."

With that, he turned and stomped off, both children watching as he went. Soon as he was out of sight, the girl -- Millicent, turned to Henry, amazement all over her face.

"My goodness, that was so brave of you!" she gasped. "Didn't he frighten you at all?"

"Aw, nah. Not really..." Henry felt his face heat up, just as it had that first time. "I mean, Dennis is a jerk, nobody should have to deal with him by themselves. It wouldn't have been fair to just leave you with him."

"That's so kind of you, truly. How can I ever thank you?"

"Oh...you don't have to--"

"Oh but I must! Mother always says that it is the proper thing to do, after all," she insisted. "I know! Why don't you walk back home with me? We can have tea and cookies, if you'd like!"

Tea and cookies certainly sounded tempting to Henry, and he was almost ready to accept until he remembered his folks were expecting him home soon, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause them any concern.

Even if he wasn't in a hurry to get back to his chores...

So much as it pained him, he politely refused Millicent's offer, but since it was on the way, asked if he could still walk her home.

"Just in case Dennis shows back up, you never know," he'd said.

Millicent happily accepted.

Since her house was just up the hill, it wasn't that long of a walk, but just long enough for formal introductions to be made. A short ways into their conversation, Millicent soon recalled their brief meeting in town a while back, much to Henry's surprise.

He hadn't thought she'd have remembered.

When they'd arrived at the house, Henry was immediately taken aback by its grandeur, staring up at it in awe for about a minute before running to catch up with Millicent. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything so big and lavish before, least not up close! The most he'd seen of it were glances, when he'd walk to and from school with Carrie. They'd always used to wonder if anyone lived there, and Carrie had surmised that it was probably haunted.

Judging by the fact that Millicent apparently lived here, that didn't seem to be the case at all.

"Well, here we are," Millicent announced, stopping at the front door. "It was very nice meeting you again, Henry, and properly this time!"

"Likewise! You're good company, Millicent."

"As are you! I'm only sorry you have to go so soon, are you sure you can't stay long enough just for a cookie?"

"Sorry, I don't think my Mama would appreciate me spoiling my dinner," Henry laughed. "But...maybe..."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe...I could always stop by after school sometime, you know, for the tea and cookies. If that's still an offer..."

The smile Millie gave him in return was just as shy as his voice, and there was just the slightest hint of pink in her cheeks.

"It very much is, yes."

[rocketchip-comic]

I love that in Rocket's backstory she was a janitor, because as a janitor myself at the hospital I work at we're given a surprising amount of clearance for accessing rooms in the building, second only to security officers. Also, cleaning and maintenance staff are inconspicuous and often looked over. So, chances are you're not gonna question why a janitor is in a room as long as it looks like they're doing their job. Out of mind, out of sight; a ghost. It would be relatively easy (hypothetically of course, to any future employers I wouldn't do this in real life) to "borrow" company property and do... less than legal things with classified information, and with Rocket's engineering/tech experience and the lackluster security the only thing she would have to worry about is being patient and making sure that she's still doing her job to keep prying eyes away from her. Not saying that this wouldn't be a stressful plan to enact, but in this context it's very doable and I just think that's neat

As for the actual stealing of the ship... well, I assume that's where the luck comes into play.

anyway yea :) your comic v cool and fun and good

wait i forgot i had a question! ok so how exactly does Chip's memory deletion work? is it just like a button on the side of her head that just boop and poof its gone? Does she ever accidentally delete memories she wants to keep? wait thats 3 questions oops

HA I'm glad I got that accurate! At my last job whenever janitors got into stuff nobody else was supposed to see there was always this attitude of like "oh well, they won't know what to do with that info anyway." Which is .. hmm. But YES disclaimer for kids at home, I do not condone becoming a janitor to modify engineering plans and eventually hijack a spaceship to leave the planet. Just say NO!

Chip's robot physiology is a little wonky and works by cartoon logic, but basically she has two little electric panels on the sides of her head. That's what those yellow swirl things are supposed to be.

When she wants to forget something unpleasant, she essentially sends an electric jolt through her finger while pressing it up to the panel. and ZAP! (It's sort of meant to invoke the image of someone sticking their fingers in their ears when they don't want to hear something.)

To put it visually, its like her memory is a video in an editing program that she's dragging clips out of, and the gaps in the video are just replaced by vague jumbled static.

Sometimes she actually does remove more memories than intended. When she's in a rush or feeling panicked she'll cut out a wider section of memory in her haste to just GET RID OF THE BAD!! Which deletes pretty much all of the surrounding context of the memory as well. She's never really considered this to be a big issue.

Now where do the removed memory bits go? She has NO idea. All she knows is that she can't access them anymore once she's done the zappy thing, so they're as good as gone to her!

But who knows what could happen? 👀

[im-a-matt-girl]

@mattslovergirl here is a fic based on your 4th request, a meetcute:

I hear the PA system call out my flight number. "Last call," the robotic voice announces. "Please make your way to the gate now."

I start running. I hope I still have time to make it. I hate traveling so much; it makes me panic like nothing else. My backpack is falling off of my shoulder, making me unbalanced.

Suddenly, something hits my shoulder, knocking me down. Both my tote bag and my backpack go flying. I hear people saying, "Oooh," but nobody stops to help.

"Are you okay?" I hear a gentle voice say.

I look up, and I am met with the most beautiful face I've ever seen. "I… uh… I think so," I say. I can't even look you directly in the eyes, you're so attractive.

"Here, let me help you up," you say, extending your hand toward me.

I take it, and you carefully pull me up. I watch, dumbfounded, as you pick up my things for me. "Thanks," I utter.

"Of course," you smile at me. "Where were you running to?"

"My gate," I explain. "They made the last call, and it's kind of far from here, and I don't know if I'll make it at this point, and-"

"It's okay, slow down," you tell me calmly. "Let me carry something for you." You hook my tote bag to your suitcase handle. "Lead the way," you say, gesturing to me.

You follow me all the way to my gate, and they close it off as we approach. "Wait!" I tell them.

"Sorry, Miss, you just missed the flight," the attendant says to me. "You'll have to wait for the next one."

I want to cry, but I know it's my own fault, anyway. I turn to you and apologize. "Thanks for trying to help me, but… I'm sorry, it seems like it was all for nothing."

"Not a problem," you say, shaking your head and smiling at me.

"Don't you have somewhere to be, though?" I ask you. "I'm so sorry to be an inconvenience to you-"

You gently put a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay, really," you reassure me. "Besides, this is my gate, too. I'm going to L.A. also."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "You are? Did you miss your flight, too?"

You laugh softly. "No, I'm early for my flight. It's the next one. I'm just waiting for my brothers. They'll be here in a bit."

"Oh…" I say. "How many brothers do you have?"

"Three," you answer. "But only two of them are coming with me. I'm actually a triplet."

"No way!" I exclaim. "Are you serious?"

"Yep," you nod. "Oh, look, here they come."

"Matt, where the fuck were you?" one of your brothers says to you. "We were looking all over. You're not answering your texts."

"Sorry, I got kinda… busy," you tell him, looking sideways at me.

Your other brother smiles at me. "Is this a fan?" he asks you.

"I don't think so," you say, shaking your head. "She didn't even know that I was a triplet."

Both of your brothers look absolutely gobsmacked.

"She ran into me and dropped her stuff, so I helped her get to her gate, which happens to be our gate, too," you explain to them.

"Oh, you're the one I ran into?" I ask, horrified. "Oh, my gosh, I am so, so sorry! Now I feel really bad…"

"It's okay," you chuckle.

"Hi, I'm Chris," your brother says, waving at me. "We're the Sturniolo triplets."

I wave back, not knowing what to say. "Uh… hi," I stammer awkwardly. I'm painfully shy.

"I'm Nick," your other brother says quickly, holding his hand out. "Pleasure to meet you."

I shake his hand. His mood changed so fast, I don't exactly know what to make of him, yet. "Same to you," I say politely.

"Where're we sitting?" Chris asks you.

"I haven't decided, yet," you say, looking around the area for four adjacent, empty chairs.

"So… you're Matt?" I ask you. "We never formally introduced ourselves," I remind you.

"Oh yeah, sorry," you smile again. You have the most alluring smile I've ever seen in my life. "I'm Matt. You wanna sit with us? We can get to know each other while we wait for the plane."

"Sure," I smile shyly.

We talk so much, it seems like the plane arrives quickly. You all seem like lovely people.

The three of you board the plane before me, and I end up sitting behind you. I watch as you talk and laugh and argue with each other the entire flight. I am able to discern that Nick is the oldest, based on his somewhat bossy yet caring personality; and Chris definitely exudes baby brother energy.

At one point, when Nick gets up to use the restroom on the airplane, Chris turns to me and says, "Well, since Matt's not making any moves, can we get your socials?"

"Oh!" I look up in surprise. I wasn't sure if any of you had noticed me sitting behind you, since I've tried not to bother you this whole time. "Um, sure." I get my pen and notebook out of my backpack, and I scribble my online username and hand it to him.

"Sweet," Chris says, taking the paper from me. "We'll add you soon, so keep an eye out." He smiles at me, and while his smile is similar to yours, it definitely carries a more charming quality than an enigmatic one, like yours does.

Once the plane lands, I am able to get wi-fi on my phone again. My socials start sending me notification after notification, and I can't keep up with all of them. I decide not to look at them until I'm back home. I figure it's just you guys, anyway.

"See ya!" I hear a voice call out to me as I'm about to exit the airport.

I turn around and see you, waving at me. Your two brothers are walking ahead of you. "Bye!" I smile and wave at you. I'm so glad to have made three new friends today.

[tonystarkfucksaround]

Prompt: Erik giving Charles a bundle of flowers , but being really nearvous about it, because he was unsure if that was a weird thing to do, cuz Erik do be a bit emotionally constipated, but he tries🤗

Ps: Dont worry about not being accepted in the fandom, everyone is super nice!

Hi!! Thank you, truly - I know, this fandom is super welcoming and nice, one of the nicest I had the pleasure to join, I think!! I don't know why I'm so anxious 😅

And thanks for the prompt!! Sorry it got a little too long and hope you enjoy it ♥

***

There are flowers on his desk.

They are… nice flowers, Charles assumes, cautiously moving closer to the desk. Not that he knows much about flowers – but one thing he does know is that flowers don’t usually just appear somewhere on their own.

Well. Not in a vase inside of the house, at the very least. He brushes the tiny white petals with the tips of his fingers, intrigued, and wonders where they came from.

“Hey, Charles, have you seen—oh,” Raven pauses in the doorway and blinks when he looks up at her sheepishly, dropping the hand that was stroking the petals. “What’s that? You finally decided to liven up this place?”

She’s grinning now, and Charles sighs. Come to think of it, he can’t really imagine Raven bringing fresh flowers to the house, so he shouldn’t be surprised that she’s doesn’t know their origin either. Still, a part of him hoped that she could shed some light on the newest feature of his office.

“Not me,” he shrugs, and Raven’s grin turns sly; he immediately regrets his choice of words, but it’s too late – she stomps over and looks at the small bouquet with the kind of glee that never promises anything good. “I mean, someone probably…”

“Someone gave you flowers,” she sing-songs. “So who is it? God, I’m so jealous – how do you even do it? Less than ten people in the mansion, and you manage to get yourself a secret admirer! Why does nobody give me flowers?”

“Raven,” he complains, but he’s also chuckling, and – well, it’s his flowers, okay, so he’s completely justified when he lightly slaps her hand when she reaches for them. “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t mean anything, and I absolutely do not have a secret admirer. I guess someone just decided that the rooms could use a little… fresh touch. Or something.”

“Or something,” Raven snorts and shakes her head. “That’s why your office is the only room in the entire mansion that has flowers.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, have you checked every single room of the mansion this morning?” he quips back, but Raven just looks unimpressed, so he sighs and runs his hands over his face. “Anyway, weren’t you looking for Alex? I thought you were supposed to train together today.”

“I was, but this is so much better,” she teases and jumps to sit on his desk next to vase, swinging her legs a little. “Come on, you know you can tell me! Someone’s got a crush on you! It’s so embarrassing.”

Charles rolls his eyes.

“Even if that was the case, how am I supposed to know? You said it yourself – it’s a secret admirer,” he grumbles, vaguely uncomfortable with the idea. It’s not that it isn’t flattering, or that it isn’t sweet – it’s just that he doesn’t exactly feel like dealing with some sort of teenage drama when he has to turn down the unrequited affection if it happens to be Sean, Alex or Hank.

“Yeah, and you’re a telepath,” Raven says and raises her eyebrows. “So it’s actually a not-so-secret admirer. Are you gonna tell me or not?”

“You know I never reach that deep into anyone’s mind unless I have to,” he frowns, and at least Raven looks somewhat apologetic. “And anyway, I’ve just came here myself. You’re the first person I’ve talked to since I’ve seen the flowers.”

“You’re no fun,” she sighs and stands up. “Nothing fun ever happens in this house. For all its worth, you’re probably right, and it’s just Moira deciding to decorate some rooms. Boring.”

She leaves, and Charles frowns, staring at the innocent looking bouquet and wishing it had a mind of its own so that he could read it and find out what’s going on.

No such luck.

***

For all that he told Raven the truth – he doesn’t read anyone’s mind on purpose unless he absolutely needs to or is invited to (which never happens, but that’s neither here nor there) — he can’t really help his own curiosity and allows himself to skim over their surface thoughts throughout the day. It’s nothing that he wouldn’t have heard anyway, he reasons with himself; surface thoughts are loud, he just doesn’t always pay attention to them or care enough to listen in.

Unfortunately – and predictably enough – nobody thinks about the flowers.

Moira is too busy with her own work, filing reports for the CIA and double-checking everything they managed to get on Shaw; Hank is absorbed in his progress on the serum, occasionally side-tracking to think about the Cerebro blueprints; Alex seems disturbingly set on getting into the garage and making acquaintance of the cars residing there; Sean is fantasizing about making his flight suit look rad, and Charles almost bursts laughing out loud at the pictures he sees in his mind. Erik’s mind is as calm and neat as ever, of course, not that he bothered listening in – Erik is probably the last person in the mansion who would think of bringing flowers anywhere, let alone to Charles’ study.

He stubbornly ignores the pang of disappointment that follows that thought.

He could just ask, of course – and he means to, he really does, but come evening, Charles decides against it, his resolve fading when he sees the kids chattering at the dinner, content and as close to happy as they can be, all things considered.

It’s not like it matters, after all; the flowers were a nice gesture, but it would probably be for the best if he doesn’t bring it up.

So he lets it go.

***

The flowers, he decides, are actually nice to look at, and he feels somewhat sad when they start wilting; naturally, the day after that happens, he finds them replaced with a new bouquet – this time the flowers are blue, and Raven squints at him when she sees them, so he shoos her away from the study before she starts a new round of interrogation. He can feel her mind buzzing with curiosity and puzzlement; he’s not much better off, truthfully.

Still, it’s nice, and he decides not to question it further.

***

Two weeks after the first bouquet appeared on his desk, Charles wonders if he should be concerned that he’s getting used to it.

He’s getting new flowers every few days without a hitch; it’s never something big – mostly garden flowers, the bouquets always rather modest, and he doesn’t think that there’s any hidden meaning behind them, after all. Just something to make him smile and to make his stuffy study feel somewhat brighter, somewhat more welcoming.

He wishes he could thank the person behind it, but whoever it is, they never as much as hint on it, so they probably don’t really want to be acknowledged at all; he respects it, even if the curiosity still eats at him.

The night he finds the flowers on the windowsill in the den he and Erik play chess in, he’s not so sure he wants to respect that wish anymore. He stops in his tracks as soon as he enters the room; Erik is already there, occupying one of the armchairs in front of the chessboard, looking calculatingly relaxed, as always. He follows Charles’ line of sight and arches an eyebrow.

“Ah,” Charles says. “The flowers again.”

“Again?” Erik inquires, and Charles rubs at the back of his neck, suddenly embarrassed and slightly annoyed.

It has nothing to do with the fact that Erik would probably find the idea ridiculous. It definitely has nothing to do with the fact that he might have been pretending that the flowers came from him and that now he wouldn’t be able to, because it couldn’t be farther from truth, which would be all the more obvious now that Erik is here to scoff at it.

“Oh, it’s just that there seemed to be an occurrence of flowers appearing in my study for the past couple of weeks, you see,” he says, as nonchalantly as he can manage. “I suppose someone wanted to freshen up the place, although Raven seemed to be of the opinion that I acquired a secret admirer… ridiculous, isn’t it?” his laugh is a little strained, and he shakes his head, walking to the window to take the vase away.

“So you don’t like the flowers?” Erik asks, making Charles halt. He’s frowning when Charles turns to face him, and his mind is carefully blank – he can’t make what Erik is thinking about without prodding further, and he promised not to. It’s his turn to frown.

“It’s not that I don’t like them,” he admits with an uneasy chuckle. “They’re… nice, and it’s a nice gesture – it’s just that I can’t figure who keeps bringing them and why. I mean, I appreciate it, but I guess I don’t want to… give the wrong idea to whomever is doing it.”

Erik is no longer frowning, and his face is as blank as his mind is.

“How can you give someone the wrong idea if you don’t even know who they are? Clearly they don’t expect anything from you.”

He won’t meet Charles eyes. Charles’ frown deepens, and he walks back to the chessboard slowly, cautiously.

He can’t hear Erik’s thoughts, but he’s so tense it’s a wonder he can’t hear the air vibrating around him.

“Erik… what are you saying?”

Erik clenches his jaw.

“I’m just saying that if it—bothers you. Maybe you should have said something sooner. I’m sure that—whoever keeps bringing them—wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Charles glances at the flowers; they’re blue again – like they frequently are, -- and unwittingly he catches a lingering whisper, just like your eyes.

He takes a sharp inhale, and he knows that the mortification he feels doesn’t belong to him – because in his chest something hopeful blooms, something warm and light and almost giddy, leaving him lightheaded and anxiously excited. Before he can stop himself, he reaches out, brushes against Erik’s mind, unrestrained in his sudden joy; nothing much – just a warm, gentle touch, joyous and wondrous, and finally, finally Erik’s eyes snap up to his, widening slightly in realization.

The mortification dulls, and Erik slowly breathes out. He’s still embarrassed – Charles can see it clear enough on his face, where the flush touches the top of his sharp cheekbones, doesn’t really need to reach further into his mind, but Erik wordlessly opens up, almost shyly, offers him a faint impression of putting the flowers on the desk after his ungodly early morning runs. He’s so nervous about it – anxious both of his own feelings and of the way he chose to express them, angry at himself for realizing how weird it is and for not being able to come up with anything better, too unsure, too afraid of rejection, irritated beyond reason for fearing it in the first place, for feeling anything in the first place – that Charles almost stumbles on his way to his chair, overwhelmed by his emotions.

He bites back the elated laugh, because laughing right now would be the worst possible reaction he could offer in return – but he can’t quite tone down his splitting grin as he leans into Erik’s space, just shy of straddling his lap.

“I didn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea,” he says, beaming, “because I couldn’t possibly return their affections – not when I’ve been interested in someone else for quite some time now.”

Erik looks at him, dumbfounded, and this time, Charles knows that his mind is blank not because he’s trying to shield it from him – but because he doesn’t know what to think.

Oh, to hell with it. He drapes himself over Erik, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and grinning when Erik automatically clutches his hips to hold him more securely.

“I loved the flowers, Erik,” he whispers in his ear and smiles when Erik shudders, gasping softly. “I would’ve loved them even more if I knew they were from you from the start.”

[sinbrook]

Who is the muscluar big guy from trigun that I keep seeing?

BLESS BLESS BLESS thank you for asking me about Trigun!!

So I think you probably mean Livio?

Livio and Razlo are my BOYS man, they're my guys. OUGH.

Usually I am Not A Fan of characters being added to the main cast super late in the game, but I think him being introduced a little earlier as a villain superrrr helped me accept him as Part of The Gang. Ya know? He's one of my favourite characters and I just adore him. That being said, it's really hard to talk about him without spoilers. Like, really hard. Actually Trigun is hard to talk about without spoilers! So I'm gonna shove this long ramble nobody is gonna read, under a read more. I'm a kind soul, I'm protecting your dash.

Also total warning, this isn't like... legible, this is the worse way to learn about the character cos im just going "wow it was cool when he did this thing... and also this thing... hes so cool i love him" for too many words.

So I'll address his main sort of... thing, first off. So Livio has dissociative identity disorder, and like, for a lot of it, it's quite clear that Nightow didn't exactly go in with a heap of research on the subject. However, I wouldn't call it a negative portrayal at all. Ofc its not really up to me, but like, he wasn't really portrayed as dangerous because of his disorder. He and Wolfwood have the same backstory, they're dangerous because of The Eye of Michael and those dudes have always been explicitly condemned in-narrative as, y'know, the baddies. It's less "he's bad because he's bad" and more "he does these things because he's been conditioned by a cult from a young age to do these things". His disorder is like... not even a factor. The Eye just likes stealing kids and training them for bad stuff, man. And like, you do feel sorry for them. Both Livio and Razlo have been hugely manipulated by Chapel in particular, who positioned himself almost as a father figure, and certainly led them to believe he cares about them. So like, it's not really surprising he does everything he's asked to, he hasn't really had anywhere else he's felt cared for. Anyway I LOVE Livio's intro in the manga. We're told two guys are coming, Livio the Double Fang, and The Tri-p of Death.

Then these two dudes show up:

And like... you make the obvious assumption that those are the guys, ya know? Sure looks double-fangy to me. They're then shown tearing through a bunch of intimidating looking dudes to sort of, hype up how strong they are, right? But nuh cos see.

Livio just comes in and wrecks their shit, picks them both off as though they were nothing.

and to be fair, they are! He's a very high-level eye of Michael dude ya know?

So yeah, that's our introduction to Livio, fantastic way to show that he's just, like, strong as hell. We learn he's joining the Gung-ho Guns, so y'know, oof, he's now in direct opposition to our heroes, supposed to make you nervous and all. Anyway he and Chapel show up every now and then to just be... y'know... annoying. Try and kill him a lil y'know... that sort of thing.

It's these fucked up family reunions that we love ya know. This is totally me at Christmas.

Anyway this time was rlly funny because Elendira rlly said "you three are so annoying pls leave your drama at the door"

And they DID hahaha. I don't blame them, she's scawy.

Anyway what I think I like most about Livio is how like... y'know, sweet he is. He's kinda like Wolfwood in that he's a total sweetheart at his core but life just hasn't let him be sweet, ya know?

When Jasmine was in trouble, baby Wolfwood didn't even hesitate to run out and save her.

And Livio was the same, you know? And after The Couch, Livio even says, he wants to live his life like Wolfwood so like, we've got these two dudes with near identical journeys.

From orphans, to initiates, to assassins, to good guy with a gun lmfao. Despite what Livio does, it's really hard to ever hate him, and Razlo, too is extremely sympathetic...

Like he's got his own motivations and shit he's working through, man.

Anyway I really love during the Elendira fight when hes like, struggling to beat her, how Razlo gives Livio his own sort of hype man experience like the manga flashes back to how hard Livio worked to keep up with Razlo and the Eye, and Razlo is like hyping him up the whole time. It's really nice and wholesome :)

Anyway his journey from emo cult man to himbo cowboy was fantastic and I love Livio so much, he's a sweetheart.

And I loved his appearance at the end of the manga, like, showing he was looking after the orphanage and stuff.

And also this whole scene where he and Vash ate together made me cry.

[sisitrip]

"Zago, the Wise"

@energievie and @chicanomick - this blurb is for you and for anyone else with Zago love. More under the cut.

Link to the second part here and to the third and final part here.

Warning: Unbeta'd

Further info.: This will be a short three part series. Gallavich will be featured for sure in the next two parts. Keeping these two separated is impossible lol. But, in my head, Angie quietly had a larger role in Mickey's development - whether that was being an educational font for him to draw on or being the person he felt safe enough with to discover what he preferred the most in his sexuality.

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Mickey - 16 years Old

She came back to the bedroom, drying her hands and found Mickey still naked with a little pool of drying come on his belly. 

“You spill that shit on my bed and you’re bringing me Heinekens next time, stronzo,” she warned, tossing the towel on his stomach. 

“Oh look, she’s fancy,” Mickey muttered, cleaning up. 

She pops a middle finger over her shoulder as she roots on her dresser for a joint. 

“Nobody who has to clean shit off her finger after sex would be considered fancy, Mickey. What’d I tell you about cleaning up?” She hoots as she spies a slim joint sitting amongst her bobby pins. 

“I did clean up. I took a fucking shower. I ain’t my brothers.”

“That’s for damn sure. You know Colin tried to come at me with drawers that were years from white?” 

Mickey snorts. “My fucking underwear aint exactly glowing.”

“Yeah but your underwear doesn't have a few shades of brown where there shouldn’t be. Disgustoso.”

Mickey laughs and she turns back to him, lighting up as he pulls on his shorts. 

“I'm serious, you know,” she says, leaning back against the dresser.

“You don’t gotta convince me about the brown. I live with that disgusting fuck,” Mickey says reaching for the joint and taking a hit.

“I’m not talking about Colin and his underwear, although y’all should get his ass to a clinic. He’s got rot in places that ain’t right.”

She takes the joint back, watching Mickey spin in a circle, looking around. 

“Then what Angie? And where’s my fucking shirt?”

“I'm talking about you cleaning up back there. You ain’t doing it right.”

Mickey pauses. 

“I used soap and fucking water. Last I checked, that puts me miles ahead of your usual guys, Ang.”

“Yeah, but that only gets the outside clean - your shirts under the side table - I’m talking about the inside.” 

Mickey’s kneels, reaching past dust bunnies for his t-shirt. 

“The fuck you talking about inside for? Whatever’s in there is gonna eventually come out anyway.” 

She gets up and gives him a soft kick with her bare foot. 

“No stupid. If you’re gonna fuck like that, you gotta clean the inside. Keeps it from being messy.”

Mickey gets up quick, face red and working.

“Who’s gonna be fucking like that? Huh?” He yanks on his t-shirt and starts pacing in front of her window, an old trick to make sure he’s seen from the street. She rolls her eyes.

“Today was the first time you came and that only happened because I shoved two fingers in your ass.” She takes another hit and climbs onto the bed, laying back to blow out the smoke.

Mickey viciously cracks his knuckles. 

“So what? Iggy used to funnel beer in his ass and that shit don’t make him gay.”

“I didn’t say you were gay,” she says quietly, looking at the ceiling. “But, even if that’s your thing, I don’t give a shit. Sex is sex. As long as you and that person agree to whatever, it’s all good.”

She takes another hit, playing with her bra strap. She doesn’t know if Mickey’s gonna storm out or stay and try to convince her of his almighty straightness. What he does instead surprises her.

Mickey walks around the other side of the bed and sits, head sitting stiffly on his neck, knee bouncing. He holds out two fingers and she slots the joint between them, waiting to see what he’ll say.

“Ain’t no way you can clean up inside,” he says doubtfully.

She very carefully keeps the smile out of her voice when she answers. She’s had this conversation twice before with different men, and the disbelief for newbies is always the same.

“Sure you can. It’s like rinsing out a bottle a few times.”

Mickey lays down stiffly next to her, handing back the joint.

“I’m not sticking a bottle up my ass.”

“Nozzle.”

“What?”

“You’d stick a nozzle up there. It’s attached to a bulb and-”

“You ain’t making any fuckin’ sense Angie. A light bulb and a nozzle?”

She allows herself a small smile. 

“A rubber squeeze bulb with a nozzle on the tip of it to squirt water inside you. That’s what helps clean you out.”

“But, where does the water-” 

“Hold on.”

“How much goes in-”

“Wait.”

“Do you shake your butt like you’re swirlin-”

“Mickey!” 

Laughing, she slaps the back of her hand on his stomach. 

“If you’ll shut the fuck up, I’ll tell you. Jesus.”

She gets up, grabbing her phone from the dresser and a credit card she was sure has at least fifty bucks left on it.

She flops onto her stomach next to Mickey and pulls up the Amazon app. 

“Fuck you doin’?” Mickey asks, rolling over onto his stomach to look at her phone. 

“One, I know you ain’t got a cellphone that you didn’t steal,” she says as she searches. “Two, you can’t walk into a store around here looking to get this shit.” She finds the blue bulb kit and puts it in her cart along with lube, and fiber supplements. “And three, you can’t have this sent to your house if you wanna keep those bunny teeth of yours.”

Mickey turns a deep red and plucks at her comforter before bumping her with his shoulder. 

“Why're you doing this?” he murmurs, not looking at her.

She could give him a few reasons, all of them true. 

He’s sweet where it counts. 

He’s never tried to hit her. Not once.

He’s got a daddy that could be a twin to her father.

Instead, she gives the one reason Mickey could swallow right now.

“Because … nobody ever helped me.”

Mickey finally looks at her, soft blue eyes large and confessing things she’s sure he doesn’t want known. 

With a blink, Mickey nods once. 

“Thanks.”

“Shut up,” she says affectionately. “Now pay attention because it’s your ass, literally, that’s on the line.”

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Notes:

*Stronzo - Asshole

**Disgustoso - Disgusting

[ablatheringblatherskite]

4, 10, 20, 135? :)

AAAAAHHH YAYY, thank you so much for the ask, Teaspoon (can I call u that?? Or do u have a better nickname suggestion!)!! So sorry it took a bit, I was trying to PERFECT this answer LOL (the book recc part especially took me a bit HAHA)

4. A poetry book that reads like a story

I think I'm gonna have to say When We Were Very Young and Now We Are Six by A.A. Milne!! I absolutely adore those poem books aaaaaaaa, I left them in our other home and I miss it so muchhh. I'm not sure if the question means all poems are connected or each poem feels like a story on its own, to me they really feel like the latter. They're so cute and beautiful and charming and nostalgic and agghhhhh

here's some of my favorites, just to name two of many:

and

Wind On The Hill

No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes.

It’s flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn’t keep up with it, Not if I ran.

But if I stopped holding The string of my kite, It would blow with the wind For a day and a night.

And then when I found it, Wherever it blew, I should know that the wind, Had been going there too.

So then I could tell them Where the wind goes… But where the wind comes from Nobody knows.

10. A book that got you through something

Okay this is a toughie, but only because I can't remember any specific times. BUT BOOKS HAVE ALWAYS AND FOREVER WILL HELP ME GET THROUGH A LOT OF DIFFICULT THINGS!

BUT one book that I am sure has helped me through SOME difficult things is Inkheart by Cornelia Funke. That's honestly one of my main comfort books ever since I was like, ten years old. Some people consider it to be slow but I think that's why I love it 🥺. It really takes time to depict the more mundane, realistic moments in between the high-stakes, perilous ones in their adventure. It's really about the ENTIRE journey, and I really love that

20. A book that got you out of a reading slump

I think one book that ripped me FIERCELY out of a reading slump was Wings of Fire, book 6: Moon Rising. I absolutely LOVE the Wings of Fire series (it's no surprise that it's about dragons LOL. I... love dragons...), and I'll be honest after finishing the first quartet I was skeptical about continuing to the next part of the series just because it ended so well, but I was NOT DISAPPOINTED. Disclaimer: I have yet to find a copy of book seven... BUT CAN'T WAIT FOR WHEN I FINALLY DO 😭

135. Recommend any book you like!

oh GOSH THERE'S SO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM. UMMM. Alright I have two!

Okay so there's Inkheart by Cornelia Funke, a REALLY underrated book imo that I love so much, that I think you'd like if you like fantasy and adventure that takes place in the real world. I don't know if COZY is the right word for it but it'd really cozy to me even if they characters are often in danger lol, but I think the biggest reason I love it so much is because it's a real love letter to books and reading (and even writing as well!). It's about a book binder and his daughter, and the book binder has the ability to read characters from books to life. I read it when I was ten and have loved it ever since.

Then there's the Wings of Fire quartet by Tui T. Sutherland, which I ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO THIS DAY. If you love dragons and fantasy, then you'd probably like this!!! Yeah it's a children's book but who CARES. This book series is about five dragonets who have been told all their life that they are destined to stop the Sandwing queen war, and their journey as they try to do exactly that. The world-building is so cool, with the different type of dragons, and I love the five main characters so much and their relationship with each otherrrrr. Seriously one of my favorite series ever.

ANYWAY IM SORRY AGAIN FOR THE LATE RESPONSE!! I've been thinking about this ask for days I swear thank you so much for asking it 🥹

If you wanna ask me more book-related asks, fire away!!

[tsuki-sennin]

Geats~! 42 and 43! I slowly continue to get back on the ball. Things spiral ever quickly out of control. Shit's really hittin' the fan now.

Spoilers, I guess... though at this point, you know more about this than me.

-Festering parasites, Keiwa becoming truly ruthless, and a world

-Holy shit, not even an execution, this is a full-force beat down.

-Azuma...

-I think it's rather interesting that Keiwa's wish technically stays the same but his reasons for it have clearly radically changed.

-I wouldn't be surprised if Ryuga Sato's career blows up after this is all over the way Fumiya Takahashi's did.

-You're giving me absolutely

-J

-JITT????

-I thought Jitto was kinda dumb but like

-Jitt is a word the crappy (first) English localization of Azure Striker Gunvolt made up to substitute cussing.

-I can never take your ass seriously again, you steel rod wielding fuck

-Motherfucker's got a hitlist.

-Daichi's gone full Orteca.

-"It's all mine now~!"

-Oh thank god, Michinaga, you're here.

-Human memories, hoarded within the treasure room of his mind palace.

-Brain Tomatoes.

-And then there's this little demon.

-"Despair's a way better look for my oshi!"

-New Rider Forms, yippeeeeeee

-Premium Kekera! Premium Beroba!

-"...those are not Rider Forms."

-Frog Man's got hops.

-Oh shoot Command Form.

-Haven't seen that in a while.

-Y'know Buffa's kinda doing a lot better than expected.

-I mean it makes sense, Michinaga's a seasoned veteran and Beroba and Kekera did just get these forms.

-Azuma...

-"Oops. Oh well, not my problem."

-Yo there, Neon.

-Oh hi Ace. Nice of you to join us.

-"Dude, you're vibe is all off. Absolutely rancid."

-"It's called apotheosis, fox boy. Maybe if you just laid down, this'd be unnecessary."

-No justification, just an "eye for an eye".

-Hello, Samas. Guess you're enjoying your newfound promotion.

-Now comes the climax of the episode.

-A true battle of the dweebs.

-...that is nasty, even for a Reiwa Rider villain's standards.

-Now that I can compare them, the Premium Supporter forms look a lot like the

-Bujin Sword.

-They're bleaching her!

-OH?

-AN INSERT? AT A TIME LIKE THIS???

-Okay, sure!

Daichi: Kekera! What the fuck?! Help me, you piece of shit!" Kekera: You kidding!? This is exactly what I want!

-I'm convinced that if Kekera were real, he'd be the biggest Snyder-Verse dick rider.

-Daichi, I realize you're about to be as extinct as the trilobite you transformed into, but I don't think pointing fingers over things that you clearly planned meticulously is a good idea.

-"Yesssss! Kill!"

-Hello, Geats.

-Nooooo, not Negaiiiii

-Little Bro Ace... Big Sis Tsumuri...

-Oh

-She broke out!

-Somehow!

-...I won't lie though, she kills in that white hair look.

-Jitty don't play nice.

-Congratulations, Keiwa Sakurai! You brought back everybody who ever lost their lives to the Desire Grand Prix! Are you proud of yourself?

-Oh, new head molds?

-G

-Gya-Go???

-Oh man, Old Man Kousei's apparently done being a deadbeat jerkoff.

-The World of Keiwa Sakurai.

-"This is different."

-Good job! The DGP gave you exactly what you wanted! And as a cool bonus, they gave you new friends~!

-Oh Christ, a wild hog!

-For the record, in the United States we have a massive problem with invasive hog species that results in a lot of destruction of wildlife and (often) human casualty.

-"GEATS WHAT THE FUCK?"

-"Don't look at me, man! Tycoon was the one who made the wish! ...terribly!"

-I swear if Geats IX struggles against Mr. Warthog, I'm gonna shit.

-What's his name, anyway?

-"GEATS?! OH MAN!"

-Head?

-Honestly Keiwa you have nobody but yourself to blame for this one.

-"They're all dead! Again!"

-Kirito... Kirito???

-Damn, he grew up to be a real bastard.

-Guess all that digital.

-"Bad End, kid. Game over. Thanks to you, ratings have spiked thanks to our sadist fans."

-"...this isn't the kind of jailbreak I wanted."

-NEON

-Yeah, that fire extinguisher works.

-OHHHHHHHHH THAT'S AKARI'S KIDNAPPER

-He was a DGP player too?

-Desperate times call for desperate measures, I guess.

-Neon...

-You are far too good for us.

-Hello, Keiwa-kun.

-"I"m going to kill every last one of you."

-Not even a second.

-"That's my boy."

-The shogun now has his army.

-Instant green.

-...is this a game mechanic?

-"Goddessfication" sounds like an absolutely horrifying

-Sunk cost fallacy is a hell of a drug.

-"I need to fix this."

-You're pitiable, old man.

-"Good job, idiot." Michinaga's never gonna let any fan of Daichi's quiz show success live this down.

-It all amounted to absolutely nothing, huh Daichi?

-Guess this guy just had nothing better to do with his life than ruin someone else's.

-Irumi and Kousei, as cruel and selfish they were miserable.

-It's like a fuckin' Greek tragedy.

-What a terrible realization to never have until too late.

-Neon's just 100% done with all this. At this point what, if anything, would make her hate Beroba any more?

-Once upon a time, Kousei Kurama met a fox on the bridge.

-Is that Kirito's snout? Are we reusing suit parts mid episode now?

-Oh, that's... that's new.

-"I want to play your game. There's a mistake I can't even begin to make up for without your help."

-Time Fire!

-Fantasy!

-...that's Brave's Fantasy Gamer armor.

-Nice repaint at least, I like the blue and gold.

-Oh!

-He's a wizard.

-A mountain lion wizard.

-"It's rude to open fire on the show, you know."

-NA-GO RETURNS LET'S GO

-I'm constantly flip-flopping on how much I like Geats, but right now it's in the "Yeah, this is epic" zone. Might change, might not, who knows?