#hammocks are hard to draw

[lattedusks-mochadawns]

Chris n’ Jimmy Content

These two are cuties and I wanna see them interact more.

LOOK AT THESE CUTIES

+ Sketch

[interstellarvacuumcleaner]

So. I was watching the RGG Direct, and then a ~Vision~ came upon me in Jima Jima chat after talking about how NishiMinami would sleep on Goromaru...

behold: that one piece screencap but Goromaru crew quarters ✨

[rainychaoloveshack]

Suggestive Boom!Sonic one shot cause hes so flirty and so silly? ty!!!

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ .  𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

sonic likes relaxing with you. alone.

content (16+). boom!sonic x gn!reader, suggestive!!!, kinda needy sonic, teasing-like relationship, stupid idiot definitely loves flirting with you, bunch of kisses… and licks. 

☂︎ wc. around 900 ☂︎ a/n. i was feelin a bit… devilish this one 😈 (the post write clarity hit hard.) HAHAHA i hope i did your request justice anon! first time writing smth like this… i tried to keep it at least 16+ (as per my comfortability with writing spice), but mightve leaned more into rated M, my fault ^^’

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!!

“Hey, you know everyone already left, right?” That familiar blue blur the village knows and loves comes through the doorway, crossing his arms and leaning against the sofa as he looks you up and down, obviously skeptical about your continued presence in the hut. “What’cha still doing here? I thought Sticks was really urging you to go.”

You shrug your shoulders, letting a yawn slip out as you wave him off, shutting your eyes as the hammock swings gently at your movement. A nice, sundown nap is in order.

“You didn’t feel like going with them?” You don’t bother opening your eyes, but give him a curt nod as you feel his presence beside you, hearing the tapping of his foot against the hard, wooden floor. “Well, why don’t you just come with me then? I’m about to run a couple laps to and back from the beach.” 

Booooringgg. You click your tongue in disapproval, but open up an eye to peek at him, curious about the fact that he invited you to hang out with him in the first place. Usually he’d just bug Tails about things like that, or challenge Knuckles to a couple rounds of golf. Well, maybe you’re just a last resort, considering the fact that you’re the only one here…

“That doesn’t interest you either, huh?” Sonic tilts his head, his ear twitching at your silent agreement with a nod. Words aren’t even necessary. No point in wasting your breath on them.

He pouts, staring at you silently putting his gloved hands right on his hips, cocking his head to the other side as his foot keeps on tapping on the floor. After a few beats of silence, he nudges you in an annoying manner, causing you to let a small curse slip between your lips as you gaze up at him.

“Alright, scoot over.”

What?

Sonic grins as he shakes the hammock, forcing a yelp through your lungs as he urges you to make way for him, climbing inside the hammock to snuggle against you before you can even utter a refusal. Idiot.

He chuckles, a cheeky, clearly amused grin on his face as he presses his cheek against yours, a soft purr rumbling from within his chest as his playful demeanor falters for a moment, enjoying the warmth emitting from your body. If you weren't so bugged out with him currently, you would’ve teased him for his animalistic behavior, but the thought slipped out of your mind the second it entered once you feel another purr ring from him. Lucky bastard.

You scowl, nudging him away from you. You were having a nice, relaxing time, and then all of a sudden he wants to butt in like this?

“Oh, what?” Sonic grins at you, relishing in your embarrassed expression. “You’re acting like you don’t like it. I know you do.” Your scowl doesn’t falter with his statement. And what brings him to that assumption?

“Cause if you didn’t, you could’ve pushed me outta here already.” Sonic murmurs, that stupid sly grin popping back on his face as he straddles over your figure, before you can utter a protest to his statement, and he leans down to kiss your neck, letting his tongue lap up the spot briefly, before leaning more towards the right to suck gently, nipping at it with his teeth.

Oh. 

You flinch at the wet feeling plastered on your neck, but soon settle down, stifling back a groan as he draws his tongue across your jawline, leaning so close to your face that your lips briefly touch against each other.

“You didn't need to go with the others anyway.” He says, a small growl behind his words. “It’s more fun with me, yeah?” Sonic groans at his own impatience, leaning in as soon as he finishes his sentence, running his tongue against the tip of your fang with a small growl following afterward, pleased at your reaction to his advance once you reach your hand over to hold his, intertwining your fingers with his as he pins it down to the hammock.

Suddenly, Sonic angrily nips at your bottom lip, almost begging for your tongue to make contact with his, and you comply with his begging as he whines softly in the kiss, clearly happy with your decision, though he’ll never say it out loud. His ego’s much too big for something like that, but displaying his affections for you in a hut where anyone from the group could walk in is just fine. Hmm.

The kiss is cut short as Sonic breaks away, panting softly above you and chuckling softly. “Sorry. I dunno what’s up with me today…” Maybe some self-evaluation would do him some good.

… Who’re you kidding? You know you don’t care.

Sonic’s soft breathing mixes with yours, along with his soft kisses against your cheek, shifting slightly on top of you as his leg straddles your body, cuddling and bringing you closer. 

What a loser.

You groan in a fake annoyed tone, muttering curses towards him as he laughs beside you, yet you snuggle closer to his chest and those curses turn into gentle kisses leading up his chest, tugging away his brown bandana with your teeth, and you relish in the sound of Sonic’s laughs cut short, and his breath hitching in his throat, his hand resting itself on your hips before making its way up your own torso, 

Eh. This isn’t so bad. You should stay back and just relax in Sonic’s Hut more often. Alone.

Yeah…

(i was actually gonna post this last night but tumblr was being bad >:[ its alright lol)

[mariaxxxxx]

Gods fall sometimes (+18)

Summary: Summary: K'uk'ulkan for You to give him a baby (+18)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, good ending, slight degradation, pregnancy, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words

A/N: A sequel, or not, to Dragon Fruit. I feel like the reader and K'uk'ulkan have a lot to tell about the baby.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

PART 1

You woke up at your usual time in the morning. A young maid came to the hammock and gently woke him up. Rested, you sat in the hammock, watching the cabin. It was already daytime, you assumed the sun wasn't present in that cave meters below the sea. So, the room was cold, indicating the presence of salt water around the stones. You stretched, passing your hand over the hammock, something you had become accustomed to doing.

He wasn't there, in fact, he never was. Her husband always slept next to her, but they never woke up together. K'uk'ulkan always woke up early and left the room, leaving her alone to rest. A habitation that You were already accustomed to. Even though, after years of marriage, he was still in the hammock while You woke up, it didn't take long, and he soon returned to Talokan.

You understood. I couldn't stay mad at him. Her husband had ruled for centuries alone, and taciturn habits were hard to shake. Although her days were lonely, her husband made the nights warm. Attempts to make a baby were fun, but fruitless so far. You thought you conceived a baby the day your husband made you pray for him, but the Gods gave you no such gift. The red spot between his legs the following month was enough to make him give up trying.

The Gods, not even K'uk'ulkan, were willing to make you a mother. If not even the divine was able to make you conceive, you thought that an infusion with dragon seeds wouldn't do it either, so you chose to leave it aside. You hadn't talked to your husband about giving up on him, you just continued to let him devour you during the night and cum while he whispered in your ear how beautiful you would look pregnant.

You shook your head to get the bad thoughts out of your mind. He got up from the hammock, noticing for the first time, a box on a small table. A box wrapped in jade green paper. Feeling attracted to that object, and as she approached, she captured a small paper containing the drawing of a celestial goddess generating life in her womb. A faint smile formed on her lips as she noticed her husband's enthusiasm in conceiving a child.

You ripped open the wrapping and opened the wooden box, taking out what appeared to be hair ornaments shaped like your crossed serpents encrusted in gold and jade stone. You smiled a sincere and charming smile. You loved getting jewelry and your husband knew it

“Beautiful, my queen.” Exclaimed the young maid. You hadn't noticed that she was still in the room. “Like the serpents in the hair that adorn the goddess Ixchel.”

“Oh.” You exclaimed in surprise. Only then did he realize that they really resembled the snakes in the hair of the statue of the Goddess Ixchel.

You underestimated your husband, as you always had, he knew you like the back of his hand. It was a not-so-subtle warning that he would continue to try to get her pregnant. He saw her as the goddess of love and the moon herself, this only revealed her adoration before You. Her hands felt for her hair ornament while her mind thought about how You could put an end to her anguish. Then an idea popped into his mind; an idea that could please or upset the gods. It will be her last attempt at conception, if it doesn't work, you will accept that the Gods were not willing to give you the gift of pregnancy. Determined, you turned to the young handmaid and said:

“Cancel all my commitments as queen. Then help me with something

(….)

You were on your knees in the soft reeds waiting for him. As K'uk'ulkan slipped through the curtain, wet from head to toe and richly adorned in gold, he froze at the sight of her figure sitting on her knees in the reeds. With the outfit, or almost none of it, more erotic than he had ever seen. He left him speechless and his cock hardened just by the sight. You looked like the Goddess of the moon herself. With her breasts uncovered, a huge black pearl necklace around her neck, a thin transparent petticoat that covered her intimacy, her perfectly styled hair held back by the hair ornament received in the morning.

 K'uk'ulkan didn't say a word or make a sound, like he could have. He just allowed himself to enjoy the most beautiful sight. It was You who dared to break the silence.

“My devotee.” You exclaimed in a low voice. “Tell me what You want.”

K'uk'ulkan laughs, realizing his joke and approving the idea. Would it be a challenge? Yes. He would do everything to please the young God who lived in his bed. For You, K'uk'ulkan would bend the knee.

“Ah, my beautiful goddess.” He murmurs, approaching the reed. He placed his knees on the soft padding, getting close to You. “Can I eat You, my Goddess? Put my seed in your blessed body?”

You lick your lips, push your knees up until your lips are close to his.

"Perhaps." You whisper. “Show me how much you want this. Show me how much you want me.”

Before you can react, he reaches out to tilt his cheek and presses his mouth against yours to begin a familiar dance between tongues. You kissed those lips several times, infinite times and it would never be enough. No amount of touching would be enough to satiate her love for this man.

You move away a little to breathe, resting your forehead against his and stroking his nose affectionately.

“Last time, my love.” You say. “If tonight we don’t conceive, know that it will be the last time we try.”

“Don’t say that” he says with a slight tone of sadness in his voice. “We will try as many times as necessary until my seed takes root in your womb.”

You wanted to argue and say how much the failed attempts destroyed you inside. She wanted to tell of the times she cried in secret during each new cycle of the new moon without a child in her arms to thank the goddess. But you didn't say it, you just withdrew that feeling to the bottom of your heart and kissed him again.

This time the kiss became more urgent as a silent promise of comfort and burning desire. He wraps his arms around your waist, until you're sitting on his lap. You snuggle onto his hardened cock, moving your hips just the way he liked it. K'uk'ulkan's desire rose like the rising tide before the full moon.

"Part." You murmur into his kiss. “Ask me. Offer me everything.”

"Yes." He says over moans. “My beautiful goddess. I guarantee that my offering will be satisfactory.”

"Hmm." You lick his lips.

Your husband takes a deep breath as his fingers curl around your hips propelling your movements, his lips pursed awaiting more of your kisses. You put your hands on his chest and push him so he lays down on the soft pillows. It was his turn to be in charge. He tries to get up to pull you to yes, but you push him away again, remaining firmly seated on his covered cock.

You lean in and start placing small kisses on his lips, which go down to his chin and neck. Before you know it, he distributes kisses and nibbles over his toned chest. With an expert touch, you pull the fabric of the shorts down. Her mouth salivates and her pussy tightens at the sight of his hardened cock.

“Oh, is this my offering?” You question, your voice full of desire. “I’m not sure it will be enough to satisfy me.”

You notice your husband's fingers gripping the sheets tightly as you wrap your hand around his cock and massage the damp head with your thumb.

“I guarantee that will be more than enough, my goddess.” He grits his teeth as he groans when You squeeze his dick tightly, just the way he liked it.

“I will taste my offering then.”

Sue husband sighs loudly as her fingers curl around him and her lips close over the weeping purple head. Even with little provocation, her pussy fills with excitement at having the salty taste of his seed on her tongue again. You start by kissing the tip, brushing your lips, then continue to tease him with brief sucks and nibbles, listening to your husband's cry for more contact.

"Do not tease me." He orders through his teeth.

"Silence." You exclaim. “I need to check if this offering is up to me.”

K'uk'ulkan rolls his eyes and moans loudly when You take him almost entirely down his throat. His mouth works well, extracting every drop of your salty essence. Her husband Sue pushes her hips up trying to make her swallow more, alternating between provocative sucks and playful licks on the sensitive skin. You keep him in a state of pure pleasure and he growls loudly at the audacity provoked. You were the only mortal who could have a god like him, so weak in the knees, panting like a whore. Her mouth opens wider, pushing herself beyond the limits of paradise, as if she wants to ascend to the divine status her husband has placed her in. You completely swallow it deeper into your throat. Even as his eyes water from the task, you lower yourself onto his cock until your own nose brushes the black hairs of his crotch and his purple head reaches the back of your throat. Your husband gasps as he feels the outline of his cock in his throat, a sight that makes him almost tear the sheets.

"My Goddess." He murmurs between moans and sighs. “Let me spill my seed inside You.”

You take it out of your mouth but wrap your hand around it to continue massaging. Making the provocation even more torturous.

“My worshiper” You tease with a quick movement of your hands, “What do you offer before me?”

"All. I offer everything. My body, my spirit, my nation. Just let me spill my seed into your pussy so that life will be nourished.”

You line yourself up, with your knees around him, to straddle him. Your hand guides the stiff, weeping cock into your wet pussy. You moan loudly as you feel him enter all the way in, your walls welcoming him with sacred heat and divine adoration. Now, no teasing or games. It was time to conceive the much-desired baby.

His cock sinks deep inside her pussy caressing every sensitive spot on her walls. Your hips gain momentum to ride him; rolling and jumping to extract all the lust.

"How many?" You question breathlessly without missing a beat. “How many babies do you want, devotee? Tell me and I will give them.”

“One, two, three...all of them, my goddess. Give me them all”

Your belly contracted with an indication of the approaching orgasm, but You refused to finish before it, as tonight would squeeze out every drop of your seed. K'uk'ulkan lifted his hips to meet his thrust, making it even harder to keep the ecstasy away. Her husband seemed not too far away from his own orgasm, to bring him even further to the brink of pleasure. You made circular movements with your hips as you bounced on his dick.

“Spill your seed!” You demand with the tides of your own release rising within your body, “I'm close, so close…”

Your pussy clenches around him, sobbing his name as you reach your orgasm. The rhythmic spasms of your walls dragging you to the edge along with it. K'uk'ulkan moans with his head against the pillow, his hips stutter briefly, but he continues to pump his seed deep inside her pussy. He holds her hips to keep her trapped and only lets go when all his cum has been emptied. You held in place feeling his penis soften inside You. His breathing was still labored, his head was spinning and his ears were ringing with the powerful orgasm given to You by the divine.

You got off of him, leaving his softened penis lying on his left side. She lay down next to him enjoying the little world of pleasure that surrounded them.

“Tonight, my love.” Her husband said, breaking the silence. “Tonight we will conceive a child.”

And he was right. It was that night that the first baby was conceived. Two months after that night the symptoms started; the swollen breasts, the nausea, the sleep. An old woman confirmed her pregnancy when You came to her to report about the illnesses. When You told him K'uk'ulkan spun her in his arms as she rejoiced promises of love and joy at having a fruit growing in her womb.

For a long nine months you were pampered and fawned over by your husband. No request, no matter how ridiculous, was too small or difficult for her devoted husband. When her belly and breasts became swollen, K'uk'ulkan massaged her body with scented oils for hours, tending to each aching muscle. And when the baby was finally born with its big cheeks and webbed ankles, such devotion also extended to the conceived child. It was no secret how deep K'uk'ulkan's love was for his wife and child.

[luna0713hunter]

I'd die for you

Zoro Roronoa x reader

Summary : when Zoro is injured by Hawk Eyes,you cant help but to worry about him.

Warnings : none really, basically hurt/comfort,mentions of injuries and fear of losing the person you love aka Zoro, bickering couple

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"Wow," Sanji breaths, "Just,wow..."

You let out a whine and hide your face in your hands.

"Sanjiiii," you take hold of the cook's sleeve and shake him as hard as you can (which isnt much), "what should i do?! there's no way Zoro would actually like this!!!"

"I dont know," the blonde takes a spoonful of the soup you've made,which was oddly....black, "that blockhead should be thrilled that you put so much effort in making this for him!!"

You sniff,watching as Sanji swallows and school his expression,but not before his face paling slightly, "it just...has a little too much salt. And pepper...and.." when his eyes land on your defeated expression,Sanji smiles brightly again but it seems a little forced "and its absolutely delicious!!!i cant see how he cant possibly love this!"

"you're just saying that to make me feel better. You dont have to pretend,Sanji."

The cook gives you a charming smile and starts cleaning the kitchen, "if a man can't appreciate his woman cooking for him,then he doesn't deserve to taste it. So,y/n," he turns around from washing the dishes and smiles warmly at you, "don't be nervous. And remember you can always learn from your mistakes."

You smile back,and take hold of the bowl and walk our of the kitchen;a small skip to your steps.

"I'm going!!"

"Good luck with him!"

You giggle as you try to rush to where Zoro is; resting in his bedroom after you specifically asked him to rest.

It hasn't been long since he got injured by Hawk Eyes, and as much as he didnt want to admit those scars needed time to fully heal. And with him running around and fighting everyone in sight,it wasnt easy to actually make him rest. So after a small argument with him and some help from Sanji,you managed to cook something for him. The cook had mentioned that the herbs in the soup would heal him faster,but judging from how dark the food looked like,you may or may have not overcooked it. Only a little.

As you reach his room, you take a steady breath to calm yourself before knocking gently on the door.

"If its about your damn cooking or personal space again,i couldn't care less Sanji."

"Zoro,its me."

When the other side goes silent,you cant help but to roll your eyes playfully and grin. Sanji and Zoro couldn't get along for the life them and it never ceases to amuse you.

"...come in."

You take another breath as you finally open the door.

Zoro is,to your delight, actually resting on his hammock. His arms are folded behind his head as he stares at you when you walk through the door. The room is mostly dark,since he has a habit of drawing the curtains whenever Sanji is not around to nag at him. Your eyes momentarily traces the shape of the bandages under his shirt,before clearing your throat and moving to his side.

"i hope you're hungry. Sanji helped me cook this for you."

Zoro eyes the bowl in your hands,but doesn't move from where he's laying

"its not poisoned,is it?"

"i was cooking,what do you think?"

Zoro purse his lips and doesn't reply. You visibly gape at him and stump your foot angrily

"I'm not that bad at cooking!!"

"i didnt even say anything."

"your face says all i need to know!!" You huff and turn around, "maybe i should just give this to Luffy! I'm sure he would appreciate it,unlike someone."

You dont even have time to take another step before there are arms around your waist,not hard that you spill the soup,but enough to stop you from leaving.

"...give it here."

You dont turn around,but your lips twitch; Zoro could never say no to you.

"And why would i?"

"...cause I'm hungry and it smells...really good."

And when you finally turn around,you lift an eyebrow unamused.

"was that pause really necessary?"

"just give me the damn bowl."

You try really hard to hide your teasing grin,but judging from the scowl Zoro's wearing, you're not very successful at it.

You wait impatiently as Zoro blows the soup (which is totally unnecessary since its already lukewarm) and swallows a spoonful. You fidget with your fingers, tilting your head to side and looking at the man in front of you nervously.

"so?how is it?"

Zoro takes a moment before looking up at you.

"it's the best soup I've ever had."

There's a moment of silence where you just stare at the man in front you. He looks serious;no sign of his teasing grin or eye rolls. And when he sees you not responding,he just goes back to eating your black, burned soup.

Your eyes water and you try to muffle your sob.

At the sound, Zoro's head immediately snaps up,his eyes widening when they land on your crumbled form. He jumps to his feet and takes hold of your shoulders,caresses your cheek and wipes the tears away so gently that it has you crying harder.

"hey,hey. why are you crying?"

You shake your head and hide your face in his chest.

"i almost lost you Zoro..."

"but I'm-"

"you're not fine!!" You sob,and raise your face so you can watch his own twist into a frown as he watches your tears increase, "you almost died!! If it weren't for Zeff's help,you would've bled to death!i cant get the image of that sword slashing your chest out of my head!heck,i cant sleep without thinking of you dying in front of me Zoro!"

When you finally finish your little rant,your face is flushed and your breathing is uneven. Your mind wonders off to that cursed moment again,when a hand on your cheek pulls you back to your senses.

"breath," Zoro murmurs, "breath,babe. Its alright. Im fine;more than fine."

He rests his forehead against yours and puts your hand on his chest. Where you could feel his heart beating.

Alive and safe

"see?" He presses his lips to your heated skin and his hold on you tightens, "and, I'm getting so much better already with your magical soup."

At that,you let out a wet giggle and look up at him, sniffing, "really?"

"really."

And when he slowly steps back until he's laying on his hammock again,with your ear pressed against his beating heart,and the empty bowl of the soup on the floor;you feel your eyes slowly flutter shut.

"Sleep,love. I'll be right here when you wake up."

[nan-not-found]

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" - MHA Boys React

List: K. Bakugou, I. Midoriya, T. Iida, S. Todoroki, E. Kirishima, D. Kaminari, and H. Sero

💥 Katsuki Bakugou

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" Bakugou freezes mid-bite. "...The fuck kinda question is that?" You just stare at him, waiting. He groans, dragging a hand down his face. "Tch. You wouldn’t be a worm, you're not that pathetic." You pout. "Just answer it!" "...Fine. Yeah, I’d still love your dumb worm ass, happy?"

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🥦 Izuku Midoriya

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" "A—A worm?! Like... an actual worm? Do you still have your memories?? Could you still communicate somehow?? Is this—" You cut him off with a look. He blushes and rubs the back of his neck. "O-Of course I would! I’d make you a safe little worm habitat and talk to you every day!"

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🦵 Tenya Iida

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" Iida blinks rapidly behind his glasses. "...I suppose this is a metaphorical exercise? If so, I would first inquire why you had transformed into an annelid. Was it Quirk-related?" You stare. He clears his throat. "Regardless of your form, I care deeply for your personhood. So yes. I would love you—even as a worm."

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🔥❄️ Shoto Todoroki

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" He stares. Long silence. "...Are you okay?" You repeat the question. "Yes." "That’s it? Just yes?" He nods.

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💪 Eijiro Kirishima

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" He gasps, hand to chest. "Of course I would! I’d build you the coolest little worm gym so you could stay strong even in worm form!" You laugh. "You'd still think I was manly as a worm?" "The manliest worm," he grins.

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⚡ Kaminari Denki

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" "Worm-you or like... sexy worm-you? Like a hot worm from a fantasy movie?" "...Just a worm." He pretends to think hard. "I mean... probably? I'd still flirt with you. Maybe draw lil sunglasses on you." You stare. "Okay yeah, I’d love the shit outta worm-you. We’d have a TikTok account."

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🖤 Hanta Sero

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" "Mi amor... is this a trick question?" You smirk. He sighs. "Yeah. I'd love you. I'd make a lil worm hammock outta my tape. Carry you around in my hoodie pocket. Talk to you like you're still sassing me." Then he grins. "You'd still roll your tiny worm eyes at me, wouldn't you?" You nod. He snickers. "Still got it."

Masterlist

[erinwantstowrite]

might seem a bit out of nowhere

but i wanted to ask how you get started in writing. and i mean like how do you get into the ✨️flow✨️ of it after sitting down. 'cause i just tend to stare at my laptop

i struggle with getting into the flow a lot. which sounds crazy with how much i write, but it's true. usually when this happens, it's because i have a lot of inspiration, but no energy to complete anything. i have to make sure i start writing when i'm feeling good, after taking a break from my writing space. sometimes it's because im so exhausted from outside sources, which is more annoying than if i just needed a break from writing

but sometimes that writer's block hits HARD. sometimes i'm also staring at my document and not writing for hours on end. and when i do write, im in a constant state of "i don't like this" where i rewrite a chapter or just a singular scene over and over and over again. THIS is where i'd say i struggle the most with getting myself into the flow, and i can share what i do to guide myself out of it (here's a post i made a while back with other tips)

IMPORTANT: notice how i said GUIDE. you can not FORCE yourself into a flow. I repeat, you can not. it's impossible to force a flow, and if you try, you'll only make yourself hate writing. however. you can help yourself to get into a flow

-i take the time to go outside and/or get some exercise. i also mentioned that in the linked post but it's important so i talk about it a lot. i've recently decided to take up photography and birdwatching, and I got myself a hammock. as someone who's struggled with finding ways to enjoy being outside (I live in Louisiana and it's like i'm being slow cooked to death during the spring and summer), that's what gets me out there. i also make sure i hydrate and eat well because our bodies need fuel in order to create

-i read something new or i go back to something i haven't read in a while, and that (usually) helps TONS. i recently read some Sherlock adventures and I had a blast. right now I'm picking apart a "psychology" book (this author should be glad we will never meet, my annotations have not been kind), and i'm reading a book about fashion history. and my friends and I are going to start reading Dracula in our book club soon, which is exciting!! i have a lot of books on my to-read shelf and i annotate all of them. the annotations aren't necessary for this if you want to try but it's fun for me

(^ that being said, i'm gonna add on: sometimes i go reread fanfics that i like, and that's all well and good. there are very talented writers who only write fanfic!! but it's important to also read published works as well. if anyone wants a random recommendation for a book to try, hit me up. i'll give you a book that i have on my shelf or that i've been wanting to read for a while)

-i make a playlist or listen to a playlist to get in the mood before i try writing. specifically, i need something that i can imagine some scenarios to. i can't listen to music while i'm writing cause i'll get distracted, but doing so before helps me figure out the vibe im going for

-drawing. oftentimes i need a visual of what i'm trying to write. whether it's something like a character interaction or something like "i have no idea where everything/everyone is in this scene," it helps to have some paper nearby

-journaling!! i've talked about this a lot on here but i journal more than Ford in Gravity Falls. I'm not joking. I have a bookshelf dedicated to literal decades of writing and learning about writing. i have two notebooks for LoF, one for my DnD campaign, one for my personal records, etc. I have a new notebook ready for writing essays about the books i recently bought and am reading. my LoF notebooks are dedicated to messily writing up brainstorms or writing through scene ideas, i've written partial chapters in them by hand, etc etc. this helps me when im not in a writing mood to at least be doing SOMETHING. i rewrite my outline a LOT. also it helps me keep track of my timeline (i still fuck it up sometimes)

-actually forcing myself to sit down in front of the computer.

this sounds like the most obvious thing, but i'm talking i close out all my other tabs that i don't need for writing, i put my phone away across the room or in a different one entirely, i put on headphones and listen to only brown noise OR i get on a call with my friends to make myself not want to open Youtube or anything else. i'd rather sit there and stare at my computer than sit there and scroll on my phone or get distracted with something else and then be upset that i didn't write. even just staring at the document and working it out without writing a single word is better than that, because it means i was still working

in all honesty, you don't know you're in a flow until it Clicks. you could go do all of these and gain experience and knowledge for months on end and not write anything that whole time, and then one day you sit down and you knock out an entire chapter like nobody's business. it's just important to take care of yourself in the meantime and keeping your mind fresh

[luminousjellyfishy]

Two Truths & a Lie

Errormare Fluff Oneshot

Characters (all Sanses from UTAU/MV): Error, Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror, Cross, Ink, Dream, Blue

Word count: 2792

Trigger warnings: Swearing, temporary amnesia

Summary: An innocent party game between and Stars and the Bad Sanses starts off strong with everyone having fun together and laughing. Then someone's question throws everyone off and Error runs away because he doesn't know how to properly communicate.

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“Okay, so the game we’re playing is called ‘Two Truths and a Lie’, BUT to make it more fun, we’re going to be playing it with a twist. If we get the answer of which statement is the lie wrong, then we don’t get to know what the lie actually is. Does that make sense?”

Everyone had gathered around the coffee table to listen to Killer’s instructions, almost everyone paying full attention to these strange new rules.

“But… why? What does not knowing which fact the lie is actually do? If anything it just seems annoying.” Blue chimed in from his nearby spot on the floor beneath Error’s hammock. Killer turned to look at him, his face full of confusion and what also seemed like disgust at the question. He opened his mouth to answer, but Ink quickly beat him to it.

“Because that prompts people to ask harder questions, duh. It’s no fun when someone says the most obvious lie ever and their turn is over before it’s even really started.”

“I won’t be participating.” Nightmare said out of nowhere, drawing all eyes to him with outraged expressions.

“Yeah, same here. These games are waaaayyyy too dull for me. Plus, you’d never get any of mine anyways. I’m too much of a mystery.” Error added, snorting to himself at the end.

“You’re both so boring.” Came the unexpected voice from Dust, sitting on the couch away from everyone.

Error couldn’t hold himself back from saying snidely, “Oh, like you were going to play.”

The only response he got was the dark shadow of Dust’s hood staring directly up at him.

Awkward silence followed for a brief moment as Dust and Error kept staring at each other before Cross spoke up, “How about we just start playing and see who joins? Also, Error? You do realize that if your questions are as hard as you’re making them out to be, it’ll just make it more fun and thought provoking, right?”

Error just shrugged and rolled onto his side, facing away from everyone else. Of course, in response to this, Dust threw one of his slippers up at him, causing Error to startle himself out of his hammock and directly onto Blue.

As Error quickly scrambled himself away from Blue’s lap, glitches filling his eyes, he looked in the direction he believed Dust to be and gave the nastiest glare he was possible of.

“Why do you insist on bullying me!?”

—

Several rounds had passed as people took their turns, some questions being very easy and others being far too difficult. 

Every now and then, someone would throw themselves a pity party when their question was answered correctly without any difficulty, and turn themselves away from the group to pout. These never lasted long; however, since the next questions came shortly after and everyone was eager to try and answer them.

Not a single person had gotten one of Error’s questions correct so far, so people kept prompting him to ask more in the hopes that they would be the one to get it this time.

“Okay fine, let’s try this again. Number one, the first time someone asked me to draw something, I drew a white line across the paper and called it snow. Number two, my favourite colour is hot pink. Number three, chocolate is my favourite flavour of nice cream. Which one is the lie?”

Everyone stared at Error in thought, debating their choices slowly. No one wanted to answer first in fear that they would be wrong.

A few brief moments passed before Ink exclaimed, “Oh! You made this one seem like it was hard but it’s not! The lie is that your favourite colour is hot pink!” Ink remained sitting cross-legged, but raised his hands to hip hips triumphantly.

“Wrong.” Error replied with a mocking tone, gleefully looking down at him as Ink’s face contorted into horror.

“There’s no way… drawing a white line instead of actually drawing is way too much like you for that to be the lie, and you love chocolate! Are you messing with us?” Blue asked, a bewildered expression creeping onto his face as Error smiled and shrugged down to him.

“I’m not messing with you, I can guarantee that. You guys just suck.” He giggled to himself as he rolled onto his back, facing the ceiling and closing his eyes.

“Wake me up when you want to try again.”

A heavy sigh came from across the room, “Very well, I suppose I’ll play a round.”

All eyes in the room darted to stare at Nightmare as he placed his book to the side of his chair and faced the others.

“Woah, Boss. You’re finally gonna play with us? I thought these games were ‘beneath you’ and all that.” Killer teased, gesturing dramatically and laughing when Nightmare sighed once more.

“Well, none of you can get Error’s questions when they’re all very obvious, so I figure that you won’t be able to answer mine correctly either.”

Ink gawked and hit his hands on the ground harshly, “OBVIOUS!?”

“... What do you mean all of his questions are obvious?” Dream asked tentatively, blinking in confusion.

Everyone nodded in agreement and Error watched quietly from his hammock.

“Are you serious? You do know that he was practically giving you the answer in his most recent, don’t you?” He asked, laughing to himself quietly while staring at the others in mock confusion.

Both Killer and Ink squawked out random sounds, trying to form a coherent sentence, but failing miserably.

“I mean, he’s right.” Error added, smiling mockingly down at the others.

“Alright then, tell us what the answers were.” Horror said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously towards Nightmare.

Nightmare sighed, “Very well. One time Ink had been pestering him to draw with him and Cross, and Error lost his patience quite quickly. He told Ink rather bluntly that the first time Geno asked him to draw with him, he sat down at the table, maintained eye contact, and drew a white line directly across the page. He handed back the paper and called it a snow storm, he left directly after. As for the chocolate nice cream, yes he loves chocolate, but he absolutely despises cold things. I mean, stars you’ve all seen the way he dresses. He hates external cold temperatures, so why would he eat things that would make his insides cold?”

Stunned silence filled the room as everyone, including Error, gawked at Nightmare.

“Am I wrong?” He asked, glancing up to look at Error directly.

In response, Error promptly looked away and crossed his arms with an indignant ‘humph’.

“Alright then… I guess, say your questions then, Boss.” Cross prompted, breaking the silence once more.

He nodded, “Number one, I’ve read exactly… 37,372 books over my 500 years.” He paused briefly as Error narrowed his eyes, but continued, “Number two… I find Error quite attractive. Number three, I don’t mind the taste of chocolate.”

Brief silence followed as everyone thought, slightly put off by the strange questions. As people continued to think over their options, Error’s eyes widened and his face flushed as he came to a realization.

He quickly jumped out of his hammock and walked through a portal, “I- I gotta go… sorry- uh, bye.”

No one spoke for a moment as everyone stared at where his portal just closed.

“Well that was weird.” Ink commented quickly, taking a sip from his green vial.

Dream sighed and nudged him, “Ink you don’t need to be extra curious right now. He likely wants to be left alone, you shouldn't bother him.”

Ink gave no response, just slouching his shoulders and pouting.

The others looked between each other uncertainly, occasionally glancing where Error had just vanished.

—

In the Anti-Void, Error was pacing back and forth in front of his beanbag, muttering to himself and speaking the Voices. He was trying to calm himself quickly, while also trying to distract himself and understand what the hell Nightmare had meant by that goddamned question.

He took in a deep breath while slowing his movements.

“Hey, do you think he actually meant it? Do you think he liiiiiiiiikes you?” A voice asked teasingly, causing Error to freeze in place. Out of habit, he held his hands over his skull and yelled out for them to be quiet.

The Voices hesitated, before asking tentatively, “Why are you so upset about this though? We’ve had conversations about the possibilities and you never seemed opposed to it before…”

Error paused in thought, his face showing various conflicted emotions, and flopped down onto his beanbag, groaning.

He dragged his hands down his face, “I don’t know… It’s just- I don’t know. It’s weird. Yeah, we’re friends, and yeah he’s… great, and I love being around him so much, and the way his eyelight shines is so pretty- Um. N-Nevermind. But I didn’t think anything of it though! And that bastard said it so- so straightforward! He even fucking paused before the book count! He made it so damn obvious that it was a made up number!!”

Error groaned loudly, covering his face with his scarf, “I don’t get it…”

There was a slight pause as the Voices processed this information before they started up again in a cacophony of teases and suggestions, making Error’s face flush a deep blue.

“Oh my stars there’s no way! This is adorable!”

“You liiiiiike him~!”

“He really does! Oh my stars, this is so cute!”

“Oh come on, Error! It’s fine, everyone has crushes!”

“Yeah, but I thought the Destroyer of all people wouldn’t…”

“Why not?”

As they continued holding a conversation amongst themselves as to why Error may or may not be capable of having crushes, his glitches increased substantially and he curled in on himself to hide his blushing face.

“S-Shut up!”

The Voices in fact, did not shut up and instead did the opposite. They got louder and their comments were more targeted and teasing, eventually making Error crash.

After a few minutes of Error rebooting, he finally woke up with a quick breath and looked around.

He sighed, “... Do I even want to know why I crashed?”

A wave of giggles erupted from the Voices as Error groaned, laying further into his beanbag.

He thought hard, wondering why he was here in the Anti-Void when he was supposed to be at Nightmare’s place with the others.

Wait, that was today right? Was he late? Or maybe it just wasn’t time to be there yet? Blue would have called him if he was late…

Error thought to himself with a smile, “That means I get to see Nightmare later!”

He quickly froze as the memories came crashing back.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck that’s why he’s in the Anti-Void.

Oh fuck fuck fuck that happened earlier.

“I think he remeeembeered~!”

“I think so too!”“Look at his face! He looks like a blueberry!”

“Oh maybe that’s why he hangs out with Blue then…

“Ooooh, that’s kinda smart.”

“Wait yeah it actually is, we should look into this more.”  

Error stared up to the ‘ceiling’ of the Anti-Void in confusion, wondering what the HELL the Voices were going on about now.

—

Error had been gone for about half an hour before Nightmare decided to go after him, saying his goodbyes to the others and warning them not to burn down the place while he was gone.

He had been walking around the Anti-Void for some time now, unable to accurately determine how long it had really been since time didn’t seem to pass or even exist here. 

So far, Nightmare had been unsuccessful in finding Error, cursing to himself as he walked aimlessly and feeling like he was somehow getting farther and farther away from his main nest area.

He refused to teleport because he knew that the Anti-Void would just screw with his intended coordinates and take him farther from where he wanted to go. Suddenly, he recalled that Error told him something about the Anti-Void actively keeping unwanted visitors away from him by changing its shape to lead them away. 

He sighed and muttered to himself, “This damned place is making this far too complicated.”

He paused. Did Error really want to be left alone so badly that the Anti-Void would keep him away? Or did it think that he meant Error harm? He shook his head at the mere thought. He would never hurt Error.

At that thought, his eye widened as it occurred to him that his game questions may in fact have just been a reason for Error to spiral into a panic attack.

Nightmare began cursing himself louder and more frequently as he continued on his search, looking up to the strings suspended on the ‘ceiling’ and hoping that they would guide his way.

After what had seemed like forever, the suspended strings seemed to be getting denser and there seemed to be more puppets and human souls.

He increased his pace and kept walking farther, immensely grateful that he hadn’t gotten tired from all the distance he'd traveled.

Finally, he let out a heavy sigh of relief when he saw Error’s signature blue beanbag sitting in the distance.

Eventually, he reached the beanbag from behind, only to find Error gesturing around angrily and yelling to people that Nightmare couldn’t hear.

Suddenly, Error froze and stopped talking.

“... What do you mean ‘he’s behind me’...?”

Nightmare blinked, surprised that whatever he was hearing could tell him that.

Error turned around slowly, making eye contact with Nightmare.

The two stayed silent for a moment.

“... So. Any interesting conversations lately?” Nightmare asked jokingly, trying to break the tension.

Error’s awkward demeanour instantly changed as his frantic gesturing started up again, “Oh you have no idea! The Voices say the stupidest things ever! I’m honestly surprised I haven’t fallen to Ink’s level of stupidity just because I have to listen to these stupid things everyday!”

As Error continued to ramble, Nightmare took a seat on the floor in front of him. He watched him intently, seeing how he would speak with his hands and how his expression would change to match the story.

“Stars… he’s quite pretty when he’s rambling like this…”

 Nightmare propped his head on top of his hand, not noticing when his face flushed slightly or his tentacles coiled and curled in on themselves.

“... Night?” he groaned, “Ugh! You’re not even listening!!” Error whined, pouting and crossing his arms.

“Ah, sorry about that. I was just- hm.” He sighed heavily. “... Why did you run away earlier?”

Error froze, unable to say anything and slowly looking back to Nightmare.

“I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anxious, Error. I sincerely hope I didn’t cause you any harm, that was never my intention.”

Error pulled his scarf up to cover the lower half of his face, hiding himself and looking away once more.

They were both silent for a second.

“... Did you really mean it?” He asked, although Nightmare had to strain to understand through the scarf.

Nightmare nodded and murmured “yes”, his own face flushing a bit further.

Silence followed for a brief period of time, before Error moved over and allowed Nightmare to sit on his beanbag beside him. He left enough room so they still weren’t directly touching.

Despite this, Nightmare continued to sit on the floor for a moment, confused as to if Error actually wanted him to sit there. It was confusing not just because of Error’s haphephobia, but because his beanbag was a very prized possession and he didn’t ever let anyone sit on it. Not even Blue.

Error scowled and looked away from him, “Sit down, you moron. You’re not going to get many more opportunities to sit here, so you might as well do it now.”

He blinked.

Then it dawned on him. Error was inviting him to sit there because he didn’t know how else to verbally communicate what he wanted.

Slowly, Nightmare moved himself to sit beside Error, smiling softly to himself while ensuring that his movements were predictable and gentle.

Once he sat down and got comfortable, he looked over at Error, who had been watching him the whole time.

He looked like he was debating something.

Slowly, Error reached behind himself somewhere and pulled out a pillow, holding it tightly as his face grew into a darker blue.

“... Error?”

Suddenly, Error leaned over, quickly kissed Nightmare on the cheek, pulled away, then buried his face in the pillow, screaming. 

He crashed only moments after, leaving Nightmare to gawk by himself as he gently and quietly touched where Error had kissed him. His face had flushed a bright teal.

“... Well, I suppose that’s one way to do it…”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65825179

[theoggk]

Part Two

TW: ED, angst, self hate, arguments, anxiety, idk prolly more. see masterlist for explanation and my profile for resources.

you hear his bike before you see it, the sound interrupting your anxious, circling thoughts about how mad he must be. you’ve been waiting in the hammock outside the chateau, listening for the moment he arrives. the rumble of the engine grows closer, and you stand up, watching as he pulls in and gets off the bike. his blonde hair spills out from under his backwards baseball cap, which he adjusts as he starts walking toward you. you note the lack of a helmet but decide against saying anything.

“hey,” you say uncertainly, arms wrapped around yourself. you bite your lip anxiously, expecting him to be angry, but when you meet his eyes, you see nothing but resignation—which is somehow worse.

“hey,” he echoes, stopping a few feet in front of you. you shift awkwardly and try to meet his eyes but can’t hold his gaze.

“do you wanna, um, sit?” you ask eventually, gesturing toward the hammock. he nods and follows as you walk around to the other side so you can sit facing the water. he sits next to you, taking his hat off and spinning it in his hands.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper.

“yeah?” his voice is sharp and hard. he really is hurt. “what part are you sorry for? the lying? the disappearing? or the going to fucking rafe cameron?”

“jay—”

“no, i’m not fucking around. that was—i just—i don’t know, yn. i can’t believe you did that.”

you bite your lip, unable to think of anything to say to make things right.

“were you really that mad at me for being worried? that you would rather sleep over at your ex-boyfriend’s house than come back home?” he continues. it’s not anger in his voice—it’s pain and betrayal, and hearing it makes your heart shatter.

“jj,” you say softly. he looks up at you, and his expression brings tears to your eyes.

“i’m so sorry, jay. what i did was stupid and careless and mean. and i never wanted to make you feel this way—” you start, but he shakes his head.

“i—no, yn, i don’t need an apology. i know you weren’t doing it out of spite because that’s not who you are. i need you to start telling the truth. because there is something so fucked up going on in your mind—” his voice wavers, “so fucked up that you’re not acting like yourself. and that’s fucking scary.”

your heart sinks to your stomach, and tears flow freely down your cheeks. his hard stare softens.

“just be honest, yn. be honest, baby. then i can help you, and it will all be okay, i promise.”

he takes your hand in his. the gesture is familiar. you know every callous, crease, and vein. you know how when he’s anxious, his hand trembles ever so slightly, and when he’s mad, his grip is tight. when he’s happy, he’ll swing your hands as you walk, and when he’s sad, he’ll snake his whole arm around yours before grabbing your hand, just to feel closer.

now his hold is light, as if he’s scared to touch you, as if he barely knows you.

“i can’t,” you whisper, your mind racing. you can’t. you can’t tell him. if you tell him, then he’ll see you the way you see yourself, and then you’ll lose him forever.

his eyes will open to the fat that cakes your stomach and thighs and arms, to the softness of your jaw, to your stubby fingers, to the stupid way your eyes tend to squint and the grating way you laugh, to how crooked your teeth are and how awkwardly you move, to the shrillness of your voice and unevenness of your skin, to the darkness around your eyes and the way your lips are always chapped.

your appearance will drive him away, and from afar, he’ll see the ugliness of your soul. he’ll see the envy that paints every interaction you have with another girl. he’ll see the fattening gluttony of you stuffing your face with food, and he’ll see the humiliating desperation in the way you shove your fingers down your throat.

“yes, you can, yn,” he says, his voice laced with frustration. “get out of your head for two minutes and talk to me.”

his words draw a sob from you.

“jay,” you say desperately. “i can’t.”

your face must look so ugly right now—blotchy and crumpled with tears. you wish you could hide it from jj, hide it from the world.

he lifts your hand and begins to gently press kisses to each knuckle, which just makes you cry harder.

“baby, come on,” he says. “you don’t have to keep it from me, yn.”

jj is staring at you, frustration and hurt flickering across his face as you stay silent. his grip on your hand is loose now, like he’s afraid to hold on too tightly.

“you don’t have to do this alone,” he says, his voice softer but still laced with urgency. “i can’t help if you won’t let me.”

your throat tightens. your heart hammers against your ribs. your mind screams at you to say something, to just tell him—but you can’t.

“i can’t.” the words come out broken, barely audible.

jj exhales sharply, shaking his head. he lets go of your hand, running a hand through his hair. then he lets out a bitter chuckle, hollow and humorless.

“you know i love you, right?”

you nod, but it doesn’t feel like enough. finally, you look at him, and your chest tightens at the way his jaw clenches, at how tired he suddenly looks.

“then why don’t you trust me?” his voice cracks on the last word, and the sound of it feels like a knife to the ribs.

the question stuns you. you open your mouth, then close it. you want to tell him. you want to reach for him.

and for a second, you almost do.

then, your phone buzzes. loud. sharp.

the name on the screen makes your stomach drop.

rafe.

jj sees it immediately. his jaw tightens. his shoulders go rigid.

you stare at the screen, pulse skyrocketing. you don’t answer. you don’t decline it, either.

and jj sees that, too.

he lets out a sharp, bitter laugh. “wow.”

“jj, it’s not—”

“nah, i get it now.” he steps back, shaking his head. “you can’t even fucking look at me when i ask you what’s wrong, but you’ll pick up the phone for him?”

your eyes widen. “i wasn’t going to—”

“yeah? then why’d you hesitate?” his voice cracks on the last word, and somehow, that hurts worse than the anger.

you have no answer.

jj stares at you, chest rising and falling like he’s trying to calm himself down. but it’s useless. the pain is already there, settled deep in his features.

“you know what?” his voice is tight, controlled. “i’m done. i can’t do this anymore.”

he turns and starts walking toward his bike.

“jj, wait—please.” you stand up, finally breaking through the paralysis.

he stops, but he doesn’t turn around. his head tilts slightly, like he’s debating whether he even wants to hear you out.

you should say something. you have to say something.

but then your phone buzzes again in your hand, and you freeze.

that’s it. that’s all jj needs to see.

he shakes his head, lets out a breath. “yeah. that’s what i thought.”

and then he’s gone.

you decline the call and sink into the hammock. sobs wrack your body, desperate and broken.

you lost him. in your effort to save him from yourself, you lost him. 

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[thefandomdirtymind]

The small favor

18 +

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Prequel : The Haircut

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon 

A/N IMPORTANT: My first Smut fic in a very long time and damn I'm rusty. But, I hope you will still like it and I swear to improve myself with descriptive action scene.

Warning : Smut, mention of masturbation, unprotected sex, oral ( Fem receiving) , praising, vanilla sex, fluff

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.  

If you enjoy my story please let me know.

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The moon, bright and full, was high in his sky. The supper was over for a long time ago now and the crew of the Merry going was all asleep, dreaming of battle, new territory to draw, a table full of food, adventure or of being reunited with an old friend.

But, you couldn’t sleep. The sound of the wave crashing against the boat, the light of the moon piercing through your window, the loud snoring duel between Zoro and Luffy and finally your brain who just couldn’t stop to think.

Turning on your other side for the fifth time, you let out a loud sigh. It was the third night in a row you couldn’t sleep. You had tried various techniques, from a marvelous tea prepared by Sanji, to sleeping outside. But neither the tea, things that seem to shock the best chef of the east blue, nor the traditional method had succeeded.

Getting down from your hammock, resolute to finally sleep, you exited without a sound your room. Making your way to a particular door, you slowly knock, guilt twisting your gust.

It didn’t take long for Sanji to open the door, even if you could tell by the state of his hair and simple black boxer he was wearing that he, on the contrary of you, was deeply in dreamland just a few minutes ago. 

“ Y/N, everything is okay darling ? “ He asked, a yawn on his lips. 

“ I can’t sleep again “ You confessed, your eyes admiring the view of his half naked body.  

“ Oh then we will try another tea, I wrote a recipe here, I had some idea of why the one before didn’t work but…“  The blond reply, returning in the room, letting the door open behind him. 

“ No Sanji, I need another small favor in fact “ You reply, following him in the room, closing the door behind you. 

 “ Everything you need mon coeur” The man replied, now clearly curious.

Traveling the small space between you, your gaze never leaving his, you slowly put your hand on his chest, lifting them slowly, brushing his skin with your fingertip until finally you join them behind his neck.

“ Sanji…please fuck me “ You softly ask. 

In an instant, you felt the hard wall press behind your back and his strong hands on your hips pinning you in place, his lips lingering only few minimeter of yours. 

“ I thought you would never ask” He groaned, taking possession of your lips.

The kisses of Sanji’s were exactly like him, passionate but gentle. Every move of his lips over yours, every exchange of breath or flip of his tongues against yours make you shiver or moan of pleasure. When his hands, like in a ballet in harmonie with his mouth, were exploring the soft skin of your breast under your still clothes body. 

Leaving your face to pepper kiss the valley between your neck and your shoulder. You felt one of his hands slide slowly between your legs, his thumb already rubbing in slow circles your clit. 

“ You're already so wet” He smiled, kissing the column of your throat  “ Did you start without me ? “ 

“I tried to masturbate, it didn't work out” You confessed, as you caressed the surface of his back, leaving yourself some kisses on his broad shoulders, your eyes heavy with lust. 

“ Then I will have to try, don’t you think, Prunelle de mes yeux *. Maybe I wasn’t enough in your mind"  (* Apple of my eye) 

Putting down your pants alongside your panties. He seductively left a last kiss on your lips before kneeling before you, his thumb traveling lazily between the lips of your pussy before teasing your clit.

Licking you first with long strokes with the flat of his tongue, moaning when your fingers buried himself on his golden hair. He then proceeds to alterne with the tip of his tongue creating a devilish prequel to the main course.  

After a while his tongue seems everywhere, driving you crazy, eating you out like if you were the best meal of his life. Sanji took his time to suck your clit as his finger was sliding in you in a pace you could only think as delicious torture. 

As promised, your mind had cleared everythings who’s isn’t related to him and the pleasure he slowly build in your belly. 

“ Oh fuck, soo good, Sanji please more…more…” You whine, your knees shaking as his two fingers pushed further in you.

Still pin at the wall with his large hand on your stomach. Your hands in his hair, trying to keep your sanity. You could feel him smile against the flushed skin of your thigh as the speed of his finger increased and he kissed once more your pussy with his open mouth, reducing you as a babbling mess. 

“ Sanji I…Sanji !” You cried, becoming temporarily mute as the pressure built in your body and your orgasm struck you like lightning, making your knees buckled.

Catching you up before you fell on the floor, Sanji brought you to his desk, sitting you on the plane surface. 

“ Y/N can you spread your legs a little?” He gently asked. 

“ Sanji I will need a minute here” You laugh, still coming down from the previous orgasm. 

“ I know darling I only want to engrave in my brain how you look so beautiful half naked and pleasure high spread on my desk.” He replies, smiling, his lips still glossy of your juice.

“ You’re a pervert “ You joked, spreading your legs for him to see. 

“ Say the girl who wake me up to be fuck until she fall asleep “ He responded, inserting himself between your legs as he bring you closer to the edge for a toe curling kiss ,removing in a fluid moves his boxer, letting him totally naked.

You took the time, as he broke your embrace to extract you from your tank top, to admire, again, the splendors of all his physique. Not that you hadn’t noticed before, you had eyes of course and the man fully dressed was already worth being seen. But having him like that, smiling, as his muscular body overlooks yours, his cock already erect just for you, makes you so happy to have insomnia that night.

Advancing your hand to take his cock, smoothly initiating a move of up and down, you smiled when you heard him moan in the crock of your neck. 

“ Is that good ? “

You didn’t hear the response he muttered,  but as his hand stopped yours to push the tips of his dick on your entrance, you decided that you truly didn’t care.

Thrusting at a slow pace, letting your body adjust to him, the best cook of the east blue was clearly starting to lose the battles with his self-control when your hips joined him in the movement in a way more high cadence. Moaning your name like a prayer, sucking your nipples like if they were made of candy, his hand shaking slightly, he gladly followed your change of regime, making you back arch and welcoming every one of your whine and moan like if they were gift from a goddess herself. 

“ Yes, like that, please just like that Yes” You praised him, your second orgasm near. 

“ Yes Madam” Sanji groaned on your lips with his damn proud smile,rubbing your clit. “ But i’m not done with you yet” 

Your forehead pressed against his, your eyes closed, you exploded for the second time that night.

Your brain, still in a blissful fog, became sadly aware of the hollowed sensation in your pussy when he removed his dick as well as the trail of open mouth kisses Sanji left on your breast before helping you get down off the desk. 

Turning you around, exposing your ass in just the right angle. You loudly gasped when he filled you again, making you wonder if you didn’t get yourself a new addiction. But, if you did, you wouldn’t be alone. Sanji, behind you was a total mess, his breath frantic, thrusting in you like he found in your warm core a new religion beside, of course,the food. 

As your nail was scratching small strides in the wax on his dark wood desk , leaving him physically something to remember that night, you could feel his own orgasm coming.

“ So…so close mon coeur '' He moaned, before letting out a groan of satisfaction as the pleasure finally took him.  

Crying your last moans, your breath panting, you felt his chest trapping you against the wood panel as he slowly regained his composure, whispering sweet praise in your ear.

 “ You know what mon coeur, forget the tea, I will exhaust you everytime you can’t sleep“ 

—

Press against Sanji's chest in his small hammock, your eyes heavy from fatigue, you smiled. 

“ Thank you for the favor” You laugh, yawning.   

“ Anytime Madam” Sanji quietly laughed, his own eyes closing, as you both drifted in the better sleep you had. 

[clownery-and-fuckery]

Echo asking for Reg Manuals early on in his deployment with the Batch wanting desperately for normality. Only to find out that his shitty little brothers cannot care for anything. ever.

Hunter sheepishly hands his over and Echo just stares at it, watches the drool drip from a bite mark in the cover and goes "What the fuck did you do to it." and Hunter mumbles "I was hungry."

Never asking Hunter for anything again, then.

Wrecker looks at Echo like he grew another head and yells: "TECH, WHA'S A REG MANUAL?" which gives Echo all he needs, really. His disappointment turns to "what the SHIT" when Tech oh so calmly points to the very much ruined and indented copy of the Reg Manual that is currently the ONLY thing holding up Wrecker's bunk leg.

The brawler laughs while explaining how THAT happened while Echo tries to figure out why they didn't just.... fix the leg.......

Crosshair doesn't even say anything, just points across to where his is pinned to the wall, blaster bolts shot through the book as it's open on a diagram of a trooper. It was MEANT to display armour, but Crosshair wanted to practice for mess fights.

Echo simply sighs. Because of course he would do that.

Tech, thank the MAKER, hands Echo his Reg Manual and it's completely and utterly pristine. Echo nearly cried with joy, and Tech very expertly dodges his bone-crushing hug of thanks. He just asked for it back later.

Echo plops down in his hammock, ready to kick back and take a much needed trip down memory lane...

....only to find Tech's neat scribe COVERING the pages.

It's fine, Echo swears as he tries to read past it. Just, it's a bit hard when Tech's made so many damn corrections, pointing out errors Echo had seen himself so many times, his writing so lovely and so well tucked to the margins that Echo mistakes it for the actual text.

The deeper he goes, the bigger the notes, and on the blank pages at the front and back, Echo notices the rest of the batch scribbled and drew for each other, obviously following Tech's strict guide to not writing on the actual pages themselves.

It's.. kind of cute, actually.

Its sweet, just how much personality Echo can see in the few messy hearts Wrecker dotted along the sides, or the small reminders Hunter jotted down, for himself and for Tech. The stickman with the crosshair shooting another, goggled stickman doesn't go unnoticed, either, but the date indicates that its been years since that drawing.

At the very end, Echo's forgotten to be so upset at how defiled his usual precious Regs are, instead finding himself smiling at the drawings he found, hidden between pages. To be fair, its mostly plants, diagrams- but Echo can see Tech's handiwork in the messy drawings of Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker. They're younger, but it's them.

Tech didn't sign the drawing, but the attention to detail makes it rather obvious who was responsible. Echo smiles, tucking the page back lovingly to its spot, and returning the Regs with care.

Tech doesn't mention it. Echo doesn't, either. He borrows it some more, and mourns its loss when Kamino disappears.

[kirathehyrulian]

💚🧡Wayward Sons Zine 2025🧡💚 🌅We Time🌅

@waywardsonszine (Please do not edit/alter. Feel free to reblog, but please do not repost. At the very least please give me credit.) | Zine•Tumblr | Zine•AO3 | Zine•Download |

Section: Teen Description: Teen Sam and Dean in swim trunks laying on a dock at a lake soaking up the sun.

For more art from me please check out my “myart” tag here on Tumblr or my AO3.

👇( wip screenshots and notes below the cut) 👇

For more detailed notes and better resolution pics: [AO3 link]

Art Notes:

So, to give a rough outline of the timeline, I hadn't successfully drawn anything since late September 2024 despite me wanting to. Fast-forward to Jan 24, 2025, I get tagged in the Wayward Sons Zine Vol. 4 sign up post. I had previously contributed to this Zine for it's 1st and 2nd volumes. I skipped participating in the 3rd because I was stepping back from a lot of group fandom events in 2024 and in some part eventually a lot of fandom as a whole.

I had to think about it long and hard before I finally made a decision. I knew I wasn't in the best place to make a commitment, but if I didn't take this chance I'd probably still be stuck in the artless state I was in. So, on the last day to sign up, even down to the last few hours iirc, I click on that google form and filled it out.

Feb. 1st, I was assigned the teen section and started brainstorming.

Feb. 3rd, I had an initial idea of Sam sleeping in bed unaware, while Dean is sitting on the side of the bed watching the windows, armed with a shotgun, staring outside for the monsters lurking around their room. Dean right hand is covering Sam's mouth to keep Sam from making any noise and Sam is supposed to be unconsciously holding gripping his right arm for comfort.

I transferred the right most sketch to a canvas in PaintTool SAI to start the process and immediately my fear took over. I didn't feel confident enough to make a recognizable young Jared!Sam and Jensen!Dean from these angles. And the anatomy would be more complicated than I wanted to go forward with. Also getting the perspective on the room right was intimidating. And the bittersweet-cold theme I had in my head for this idea was starting to depress me. So, I eventually scrapped this idea and tried to think of more lighthearted themes.

By Feb. 12th I had come up with three more ideas. The middle left one is the idea I eventually decided on to pursue. But the middle right was one brother shivering in a lake and the other sneaking up on him ready to pull their feet under. The bottom right was probably them relaxing in trees tops, hammocks, or a piles of books. I can't remember anymore. Dean half-sleeping and Sam reading slightly behind him.

Feb. 28th was our first check in and I sent in this screenshot to Digital. I hadn't made much progress since I had transferred the photo of the traditional sketch over to the art program. My procrastinating was already showing it's ugly head.

I think in fact from here on out most, if not all, of wip screenshots are just work I did that same day I took them. Not much would have been done in between except for the last few days when I tried to cram everything in.

March 10th, I had made significant progress on Sam and Dean's figures. I switched Dean's arms to be behind his head instead of crossing on his stomach. The less hands to draw the better. Also I planned to have Sam and Dean's legs disappearing into the water of whatever lake their visiting.

March 19th, I took two screenshots. One to show the plan I had for the background; swimming fish, tree reflections, and blurry foreground tree branches. The second to showcase I had updated Sam and Dean's face and move Sam's arms to cross over his stomach than folding his hands on his stomach.

March 25th, I started to panic about my lack of progress since it was already around the half way mark of time we were allowed. So after I cleaned up the sketch for the dock, adjusted Sam's face, made a more detailed sketch of Sam's arms, I jumped straight into line art stage for Sam.

The second check-in ended up happening on April 1st. And I said, "I'm in the lineart stage. I wished I was a little further along but I believe every bit of progress made counts and is still good progress. I'm still optimistic I'll get done on time."

But I didn't make any progress past the March 25th wip until April the 3rd. I finished Sam's lineart and made his hand a little bigger in hopes to make it more proportional.

April 16th, and I'm kind of panicking a little because I only have nine days left. But I'm not giving up completely and I start working on Dean's lineart.

April 21th, I have more of Dean's lineart from head to torso mostly figured out, but I'm debating on whether or not I should tell the mods I might not make it for the deadline. But, I'm still stubbornly holding out hope.

I started to make significant progress behind the scenes after this point. But, around the 24th I knew I wasn't going to make the deadline and had to dm Digital to inform her, apologize, and convey that I understood the consequences that I might not be allowed to participate in the final zine.

Digital mercifully allowed me a day or two over the deadline and asked me to keep her updated.

On April 25th, I took two screenshots for myself and made more official flattened layer png wip to share with Digital. I believe around this time I shorted the canvas size because I didn't have time for the background anymore. The first screenshot that day was taken 6:14 am. I had finished all the lineart. The second was taken at 8:09 am. I had filled in all my base colors. I made the png file for Digital at 2:15 pm. and all I added was the shading and luminosity atmosphere layers on top of all the other layers.

I was not going to make it in time because I still needed add the shading, lighting, water details, some foreground greenery if I can around to it and detailing on the swimming trunks. And informed Digital I would need at the very least another day. Digital said okay and that she would inform Lemons about it.

I scrambled to finish for the remaining of the 25th and into the 26th. Iirc, the last thing I did on the 25th was make the swimming trunks patterns.

I woke up around 7 am and immediately went to work on Sam's shading and lighting. And because I started Sam's first I was able to spend more time on it. But, because I took more time on Sam that ate into the time I had for Dean. I ended up having to rush Dean's rendering and he suffered a little bit for it. But, it had to be good enough. Then I added Sam and Dean's shadows to the dock and added a little more shading to the right of the line's separating each wood panel.

After Sam and Dean's shading and lighting I added a free wood texture I had saved from google images a while back to the dock on a multiply layer. I added in a lower opacity layer of Sam and Dean's skin color extending from their legs with blurring at the ends to replicate the effect of their legs sinking into the water. Then I looked up a free water texture on google images to add for the water. And then I added a little bit of luminosity to both the dock and water.

After all this I immediately sent this in at 9:24 pm on April 26th to Lemons, not knowing until I looked back on it on the late morning of the 28th that the water texture wasn't covering the top right corner. *silent tears*

I am so thankful that Lemons allowed and accepted the fixed file I sent in a few hours later after that discovery. (hours because I debated on whether or not I should even mention it and brazenly send in a fix file in hopes that it would be accepted)

In the fixed file besides adjusting the water texture layer, I also took the liberty to change Dean's freckles to a low opacity dark red color instead of just straight low opacity black and added a little more shading to the ab below Dean's right pectoral. But other than that I didn't do anything more because not only did I not want to look at it anymore but also because it felt unfair to do anything else even though I knew it need more work in some areas.

Anyways that's all the steps it took to get to the final work you see up top. 💀🎉

Thank you to @digitalmeowmix for this event and thank you to @fictionallemons for compiling the Zine. And thank you both again for your patience and understanding.♥♥♥ 🫂

🎶Main musical inspiration: Lana Del Rey "Music To Watch Boys To"

Honorable mentions: Lana Del Rey "Say Yes To Heaven" Aurora "Runaway" JP Saxe "If the World Was Ending ft. Julia Michaels"

[onskepa]

Hi! I was wondering if you could make a series with lo'ak and tsireyas realtionship development, how they realise they have feelings for each other, how they are having ackward moments together like falling on top of each other inches away with their faces from each other, how they are having sometimes arguments and especially I want to see how Ronal would chase Lo'ak in the village yelling at him what has he done to her daughter when she saw them in the morning cuddled up together without Ronal remembering seeing Lo'ak in her house last night and what are the sully's reaction when they find out too? I hope I'm not bothering you.

Hellooooooo~!! This request is very cute!! Now while this wont be a series, hopefully a one shot is good enough! Honestly there is such chemistry between the two its too dang adorable! So hopefully you enjoy~!!

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Sea meets land

Opposites attract. Being literal or metaphorical, the saying stays true. Black and white. Cute and sexy. Dark and light. Silliness and gentleness. Best example is lo’ak the forest na’vi and tsireya the sea na’vi. One is patient, the other is impatient. Gentle and rough. Comparison can go on and on but the idea is already gotten. 

One thing that the two are the same at, is being shy when it comes to their inner feelings. 

Lo’ak would rather do something stupid than express his inner feelings and tsrieya would rather hide her blush and brush it off. Though, as life works, it will find a way to have them confront each other. 

“Baby bro! Mind helping us here?” neteyam calls out to his grump little brother. Lo’ak groans a bit, hating that his little relaxation time was interrupted. He looked over to see what was so important that required his help. 

Fishing nets were tangled. Kiri, neteyam and rotxo were doing their best to untangle it. 

“Do I have to?” he asks a bit lazily. Neteyam and kiri shared a disapproving look. 

“It will be done faster with your help” rotxo says to encourage lo’ak. But that doesnt work. Kiri was about to let her brother go, as he already made up his mind before something was in lo’ak’s eye sight. 

Tsireya was dragging a big basket full of clams that needed to be opened. Clearly it was way to heavy for her. But in a flash, lo’ak was right there beside her. 

“Here let me carry those” he offered as he took the basket from tsireya. She thanked him so grateful and led him to a nice spot to open them. 

Kiri, neteyam and rotxo saw the interaction. 

“Simp” 

It it no surprise to anyone now that lo’ak will do almost anything for tsireya. 

Almost anything. 

“Except this” 

Lo’ak said with panic rising in his chest. This was what Tsireya was asking of him. It may seem harmless to tsireya but this is a death trap for him. 

“Pleaaaaaaase??? She won't notice” tsireya pleads. 

Lo’ak paces back and forth, trying to calm himself down. 

“Tsrieya, I will ride my ikran with you, I will wear matching styles with you. Heck, I will give you all of my food but please! This is where I draw the line. Share a hammock with you? In your family’s marui?! Are you nuts?!” 

Lo’ak did his best to not raise his voice. 

Tsireya nodded oh so innocently, “yes” 

“We take plenty of naps together, and I already slept in your family’s marui. Shouldnt be all that different with mine” tsireya reasons. 

Lo’ak sees the logic behind it. Yes, they shared naps countless times and his family welcomes tsireya like a new family member. There's just one problem. 

“Your family hates me, barely tolerates me” he says. 

The hard stare tonowari and ronal give him can almost rival that of his parents. 

“No they dont, they like you” tsireya counter acts. There really is no way out of it. She is very persistent. So, lo’ak gives in. 

Ronal likes to think that she raised good children. Opposite of each other but she knows her children have wise minds and good hearts. Perhaps with ao’nung he needs more guidance but tsireya can do no harm. She is as peaceful and calm as the sea at sunrise. Her sweet daughter is level headed and very patient. Her choices earn ronal’s approval. Very rarely, very extremely rare would tsireya do anything that is out of line. 

However, it has become more common thanks to that forest boy, lo’ak. Ronal knows his influence is drifting tsireya in the wrong path. Like now. 

She discovered lo’ak sleeping deeply beside tsireya, his arms around her and tsireya’s head on his chest. This rose seeping anger in ronal. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”she screams out. 

This startled the two teens. 

Ronal did not hesitate and swung the hammock around to bring the teens down to the matted floor. 

“M-mother please, let me explain-” tsireya tries to say but ronal interrupted her. 

“You will explain nothing! YOU” she points to lo’ak who was terrified. 

“I better not see you anywhere near my daughter, do you hear me!? Better pray to Eywa that my husband does not skin you alive in front of your parents! You will be doing plenty of duties around the village, from sunrise to sunfall your body will be aching for what I am going to do to you!” 

Before she can continue with her threats, lo’ak ran out of their home super fast, darting straight to his family’s home. Ronal wanted to chase after him, but with her heavy pregnancy, it would drain her energy. 

So instead, she turned to tsireya who laughed a bit nervously. 

“Is your mission to kick us out after months of gaining their trust?” Jake asked bluntly. After hearing what lo’ak did last night, he and neytiri were ready to beat his little blue ass. 

“Of all the things you do, this, THIS is something way out of line. Tell me, are you proud?” jake asks another question. But quickly raised to his hand to silence lo’ak before he can even get a word out. 

“Don't answer that” 

This was going to be very hard for the couple. They knew out of all of them, the olo’eyktan and the tsahik dislike lo’ak the most. 

And they have to clean up their son's mess again. Though it may seem harder now since their daughter is included. 

“We have to prepare something to forgive him, and us by extension” neytiri says, she begins to carefully select items from their previous clan as a peace offering. A few bracelets, necklaces, beads, and fish cooked in the omaticaya way. 

Lo’ak sees this and begins to feel bad. 

“No mom, let me handle this. Tsireya insisted I stay at her place and I gave in. Let me try to fix my own mistake” he says. 

Jake and neytiri held a silent conversation with their eyes and turn back to their son. “We are still coming with you”

In tsireya’s eye, lo’ak was an unpredictable wave that crashes into her shores. Quite literally. He arrived so unexpectedly and was a breath of fresh air into her life. While she was more than willing to teach him the way of the water, unknowingly, he taught her as well. 

How the forest na’vi speak, how they move and what they hunt. His ikran was a beautiful yet terrifying beast. It looked similar to the smaller creatures that roam nearby the rocky shores. Only much bigger. 

His laugh and smile were simply contagious to her. But tsireya also saw how much he struggled. While his siblings adapted rather well to the metkayina life, lo’ak trailed behind. Struggled to breathe, struggled to be patient, struggled with basically everything. 

Yet tsireya was there to help him every step of the way. And he improved, much to her happiness. But as they got closer, tsireya noticed a shift in her perspective of lo’ak. He seemed more good looking, strong, and having a very fun humor. When he is serious, there is a sharp look in his eyes. Something the tsireya’s loves to stare at. 

That is another thing, his eyes. Reflecting that of the sun. A view she can never get tired of. Neither can her heart. Beating louder in her ears whenever the forest boy is near. Could it be that maybe….?

“I insisted. I pushed too far and entered your home where I am not welcomed. I will do anything you ask of me that is fit for my punishment” lo’ak said solemnly. He bowed his head to the clan leaders and remained firm in his words. By also twisting the truth a bit. Taking the blame for what tsireya did. 

Behind him was his parents, surprised by his words and actions. Normally he would fight back or walk away but this is new. He meant it. 

Tonowari and ronal sat in front of lo’ak, their sharp blue eyes narrowing down at him. 

“And you stand by your words?” tonowari asks. The boy nodded. But before any punishment can be placed, tsireya abruptly walked towards them. 

“Mother, father, please dont punish him” she said as she sat beside lo’ak and grabbed his hand in comfort. 

“He is taking my blame. I insisted that he joined me in my hammock. To share a nice night together. He tried to resist but I swayed him. Please don't punish him, if anything, I will take his place and punish me instead” 

Everyone looked at tsireya, astonished at her confession. 

“You brought him into our home? Without telling us?” ronal looked at her daughter, the one who can do no wrong. Did something wrong. 

Tsireya nodded, “yes” 

Tonowari and ronal looked at each other then back at their daughter. 

“Why?” tonowari asks softly. A question everyone secretly asks. 

Tsireya gripped her hand tighter with lo’ak and confessed, “I thought it would be nice. I like being around him….” 

Deep blush creeped on her cheeks. She dug herself too deep to get out now. 

“I like being around you too” lo’ak admits. Showing her a nice small smile. The parents noticed this and all four had a clear understanding. 

“Then it is settled, both of you will share the punishment. Undoing the fishers nets for 20 days. For bringing a guest without telling us and for entering a home you are not yet welcomed in” ronal settles the fitting punishment. 

Didn't seem so bad, they can work together diligently and get it done quickly. 

“Individually,” tonowari added. 

Lo’ak and tsireya hopes the 20 days will go by quickly. 

Sorry if this was short! But I think I did good for this one. I know much will be explored in the next movie so I might come back to edit it. Either way, hope you all enjoyed! Until next time! see ya!

[stewdoesthings]

Camping/ travel headcanons (modern au included):

Darry makes the plans, sets up itinerary, books hotels: anything that requires a MINIMUM of beforehand planning, he's the one doing it

Ponyboy wears headphones during the whole car rides and reads/draws in the backseat and brings at least one notebook wherever he goes. The one time he didn't bring one he gets the urge to draw and buys a really cheap notebook

Two-Bit brings whatever hard liquor he can find and sleeps right next to the fire

They argue over who lights the fire and one after another they try to light it but it doesn't work

Soda has some sort of instrument, like a guitar or an harmonica but he knows 4 songs max

Darry's a hammock guy and he lays back during the trip and actually has fallen asleep in his camping chair

They tried catching fish

The food is either burnt or undercooked with too little or not enough seasonings but they still eat loads. They also bring a lot of junk food.

Two-Bit would be the one with the speaker

Soda always forgets at least one important thing, like once he forgot his sleeping bag. He always borrows from Steve or from Darry

Johnny just widdles wood. He's happy to go get firewood and he tries to observe the wildlife.

Two-Bit ate a bug after Steve dared him to

Darry gets bit by a spider (IN ALL MY LIFE I HAVE BEEN BITTEN TWICE BY SPIDERS IN THE SAME FUCKING WEEKEND OF A CAMPING TRIP. ONE TIME WHILE I WAS CHANGING)

They love pulling pranks on each other, like hiding clothes while the other's changing or washing

Darry drives most of the time because no one else can be trusted but if they have to, Steve's the second most reliable driver.

Dally is invited every time but he never goes

[georgialeeches]

Yandere Gally headcanons

/Movie Version/ /Female Pronouns Used/ /Generally Dark Themes/ /Few Nsfw Parts/

> Supply box of the month; looking down at you in there he noticed you’re pretty but with everyone else’s attention focused on the same thing he feels the need to humble you and ignores you for the remainder of the day, Gally doesn’t let greenies think they’re special. Even a girl.

> Your first night is a bonfire, with everyone intrigued if you can keep up and he’s curious enough to let you in the circle

“Try to last more than 5 seconds”

> You don’t- maybe 3 seconds before his hands hit your body and put you down, when Gally goes to pull you over the boundary he gets overwhelmed leaning over you, the grabbing evokes an urge that hadn’t happened before

> He was obsessed with you from that moment

like had to throw you out as hard as he could just so no one would be looking at him and notice where his pants had began to swell up

> Gally brings you a drink to make peace, and when he eventually stops calling you greenie the interest feels mutual. It only takes 1 week before he’s letting everyone know you’re together

> You sleep in his hammock every night, he says he likes being wrapped together keeping you safe

what he really likes is how you couldn’t try to get out without him waking up

> He’s so chivalrous, like as soon as it’s dark he gets a torch and stays with you incessantly holding it wherever you go, and every meal time getting your food so you don’t stand too close to anyone else or talk to others have to wait out in the sun

> Gally surprised you with changing your job to a builder, it wasn’t a conversation he just decided, and since he’s a keeper it was easy to take you off your last one to be together always more, he can look and touch you all day now, waiting wasn’t working for him

> You have to “isolate” when there’s a new greenie coming into the glade, hed never let an unpredictable stranger encounter you

and he honestly doesn’t trust you enough to say if you were present you wouldn’t be.. ‘misguided’

> Hed never admit it but when someone is banished or the runners don’t come back he’s a little happy, one less person to keep away from you and a little further from getting out

> Banishings are one of few events you’re welcome to. He likes how it gets you distressed because it’s on him to comfort you, so vulnerable you struggle to differentiate between his soothing and his taunting

“You see what can happen to you”

“you’re safe out here with me”

“That’s why you should be grateful for the pit”

> Gally puts you in the pit so much one section is practically yours. He made it extra special for you- well he had to after you hid tools to escape once.

(Surprisingly he wasn’t too mad about it when he realised if you can’t be trusted with tools you’d have to be his lil helper all day)

> When Gallys mad the yelling is only temporary, hes pretty quick at calming his tone and using his big boy words to to make you feel lesser than.

> He’ll still throw you (<literally) in there for a week or so, since he handles all your meals already he can take away your food a cruel amount of time without anyone noticing

> Truthfully you’re separated from the others enough that the pit isn’t much of a loss, unfortunately Gally realised if he abandons you it’s depriving you of the sole human connection you get

it only takes a few days until you’re more devoted to him than usual

> Which is great because he always misses you more and it shows when he literally dives into the pit and fucks your body into the ground

consider that the final punishment and anything can be forgiven

> Regardless what terms you’re on- when a bonfire is happening he’s so excited he drags you to it, he loves the nostalgia it brings of your first night

> He gets to show off infront of you beating everybody who dares to fight (kinda reminds you if you wanted someone to protect you they wouldn’t succeed) and if he manages to draw you into the ring he has a crowd obligated to stand and watch as he sits ontop of you like he’s claiming you

> You like the bonfire too though, you can drink enough to become disengaged mentally

(especially easy if it’s on an empty stomach just coming from the pit)

Gally gives you as much as you want because you’re so reliant on him when drunk.. maybe even affectionate

> You honestly do love him and feel safe with him, enough that you blame all your marks and bruises on building accidents because you don’t want to see him banished for ‘harming another glader’

(he’s obviously at all your Med-jack stuff)

> You don’t even realise why he’s so loving when you do that, you thought it gave him more respect for you

but hearing you blame yourself and having others judge ‘your’ clumsiness satisfies him like crazy, he wants to dick you down right then and there

“Good girl”

> Gally sincerely views fighting back as affection too, but he can only let you do so much before getting held down and reminded there’s a time and place

“you better stop being stubborn infront of others, they’ll think you’re stung and then you’re gone”

> He wants to stay in forever

“This is our home”

“The glade has everything you need, you’re all I need”

“We could have babies”

Imagine creating the next generation all from you two.

> The only escape is Death or going into the maze- though Gally told you those are interchangeable.

> You going in would be the one thing severe enough to make him follow, he’d be more mad than you’ve ever seen, when he caught up he’d knock you completely down

> Wrapping his hands around your throat so your body will be unconscious when he goes to carry you back to the glade, having no patience for resistance, hearing him scream upon you as you go to sleep

“NO!”

“YOURE FULL OF SURPRISES, ARENT YOU?!”

“SHUT UP!”

“I SHOULD BE LEAVING YOU HERE FOR THE GRIEVERS- NEXT TIME, IM GONNA LET YOU STAY!”

> And If he got stung he would. so you can die together, because you living in the glade without him isn’t an option.

“I belong to the maze.. You belong to me.”

[futuremrscameron]

what puppy wears in a week:

monday-

attends a mommy and me class with juno and spends the rest of the day with him on her back or in a shopping cart. he’s excited to run errands with his mama, and she’s happy to have an adorable partner in crime. bumps into topper at the farmer’s market in figure eight; they have better vegetables, and she’s got money to spend. he’s real awkward about her and juno, and kind of threatens the pogues; she wasn’t paying attention when he told her to pass on a message. she does tell john b and sarah, but only because they promise not to do anything rash

tuesday-

hanging out at the pogues’ surf shop. gets her chakra read by kiara out of fear of mercury being in retrograde, listens to jj’s dramatic retelling of almost getting bit by a shark (pope chimes in to correct him), works the register while sarah takes her break, watches john b wax his board, makes a bet with jj of how many dick jokes they can make before he picks up on it, and helps cleo in the garden.

wednesday-

working. it’s business as usual at the shop, slow but steady, allowing her to do some light reading between the lulls in foot traffic. gets lunch with sarah and lets her stay in the shop until it’s closing time. they ride back home on her bike and find john b asleep with baby juno on his chest. it becomes puppy’s lockscreen

thursday-

her sister’s back on the island for the week, so she’s (reluctantly) left baby juno with her to avoid another speech about “relying on others” and “enjoying her youth.” she’s bored, so she joins john b on his newest mission, following whatever lead he’s found. john b says she’s dressed too nicely for the stuff they’ll be doing, but she thinks he’s exaggerating. how hard can research be? he gives her his jacket to make her look tougher, and she takes it only because it matches her boots. they end up being chased down only once, which she finds out is good? she’s glad they got to hang out one-on-one again, but tells him he owes her one.

friday-

cashes in her favor with john b, has him pick up party supplies with jj so she can focus on getting ready for the boneyard. he ends up acting as the chauffeur for the rest of the day and draws the short straw for designated driver, leaving puppy to get as faded as she wants. spends most of her time there dancing with sarah and drinking jj under the table. they call it a night when she starts crying about missing juno and showing pictures of him eating applesauce to the other partygoers. john b sleeps on the couch after getting kicked off the bed by sarah.

saturday-

wakes up bright and early to make her famous hangover cure for the pogues, passed out in the chateau. she leaves a note and heads out to run errands, which takes up half of her day. when she gets back, she’s greeted by sarah fanning out smoke from the stove from a failed surprise dinner. they order pizza and fall asleep while watching reruns of monk.

sunday-

picking up juno from her sister’s and spending the rest of the day with her baby. the day’s spent in the garden and ends with her falling asleep in the hammock with him in her arms, a rare stress free day