#hes an ugly lookin' bug /loving

[bepoucorp]

PLACE LIPS HERE ☝️☝️☝️

[crazylittlejester]

We are always making Wars suffer in this house, man 😔

So fluffy headcannons time ✨

Wars was gifted an orange sapling by Impa even she found out he liked them the most, and he takes pride in having nurtured it to be able to have fruit. He likes to give his friends oranges if he has to many to store/preserve, and sometimes even makes baked goods from them as well.

Wars made a sort of birdhouse for the fairies he rescued during his adventure. He made sure that there was a wardrobe for their clothes and plenty of food while he's away. He has Linkle check up on them during his journey with the chain.

Is trans! Both he and Zelda are, and upon realizing as such, they just swapped lives and called it a day. It was an awkward conversation having to explain to the others why he had the triforce of wisdom instead of courage and can harness holy light. He likes to joke that the fates got confused and mixed them up by accident.

Doesn't know if he wants kids or not. Mask, Town and Tetra were all hellions and gave him more migranes than he can count, but those softer and more wholesome moments he spent with them also makes him want a kiddo of his own. Might just become the cool wine uncle who sees his neices and nephews as his own kids.

Animals love him. Every single one, even usually hostile ones. Wild nearly had a stroke upon witnessing a Lynel acting like a full blown house cat demanding pets from him. This also means cuccos love him to death, even though he is scared by them.

Ginger, bleaches his hair to hide it. Likes scaring kids by saying if they look him in the eyes he'll take their soul. Mask, upon being told this, said he didn't have one. This was the start of Wars' concern of the child.

Has a huge sweet tooth. Like, it puts even the fairies to shame. It is a miracle his teeth haven't rotted out his head, and that might be from divine intervention.

Cat mom, and he babies them. They are spoiled and chonky and love being cuddled and held like babies.

The scarf wasn't apart of the uniform he was meant to wear. In all honesty, nobody knows how or when Zelda got the scarf, or how it became a part of his attire. It's just apart of him now.

Speaking of the scarf. It's huge. Like it straight up could be a blanket if he unfolded it and laid it felt on the ground. It's his security blanky.

OUGGHH I’m so with you on these

- THE ORANGE TREE GOT ME MAN. HE’D ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO HAVE ONE OH MY GOD 😭

- He is SUCH a friend of the fairies, they all love him to death and I’ll fucking die on this hill. They absolutely adore him

- TRANS WARS REAL. Link in general is just such a transgender icon and I love him for it

- I headcanon him as ace so I don’t think he’d ever have his own biological kids, but look me in my eyes right now and tell me he wouldn’t take a kid in who needed it. Also he’s such a girl dad, yknow? (I am so obsessed with the idea of him being a girl dad I’m writing a fic about it-)

- I have this vision in my head now of the cucco’s lookin at him like “OMG it’s Link 🙌!” and they love him so much and he runs away screaming in fear. It’s such a clear vision too 😭

- I LIKE THAT SO MANY PEOPLE ALSO THINK HE DYES HIS HAIR. Like we may have different headcanons on his natural hair color (for me I think it’s a dark brown) BUT SO MANY PEOPLE HEADCANON HES A FAKE BLOND AND IM OBSESSED.

- Oh he is SUCH a sweet treat kinda guy, I headcanon he has blood sugar issues, so small little snacks with a lot of sugar in them would be so good for him actually if his blood sugar dropped suddenly

- CAT MOM REAL. I think he’d have two of those hairless cats and he’d make sweaters for them. He treats them like his children, and he cried when Legend called them ugly (the cats are hideous but like in a cute way)

- Oh that scarf is fr gigantic and definitely bug enough to be a blanket. That’s his emotional support blanket and he takes extremely good care of it

[thesillyexpresser]

Put some of my favorite arts I made through an AI filter

Let’s see what hell spawn it generated

(FYI first image is my art, second is the AI’s)

^ Not that bad at first, but the more you look at it, the worse it gets like why is the shirt half button up half sweater and fusing with her skin. And who sneezed buttons on her jacket like I’ll find you

^ What- am I a 5 year old??? I look like that one Anya face like what. Plus why am I 5% grandma bag like what’s that on my hand. Where did the bag motif come from like what???

^ Hell naw the algorithm forced poor AI Turo out of the closet and transitioned into a Love Live idol. GRRR AI ART HAS THE WOKE AGENDA GRRR THE ROBOTS ARE TURNING THE ROBOT MEN INTO LOLIS GRRR 😡😡😡😡 /j

^ This isn’t even Turo what the hell this is hell spawn I would’ve taken literally anything else please get Toilet Bound Hanako Kun’s and Timothée Wonka’s aborted love child rotting in Limbo away from me like who is this this is literally the next analog horror craze like he would sell organs

^ Not that bad but all the colors got switchadoodled like this is NOT Rei from Evengelion this is 🫧✨Ray🫧✨ as Shinji’s Sperm Cell starring as a special guest in Cells at Work (plus why is there a random bone protruding on her back like why)

^ Why she got a tag on her face and arm ain’t no one wanting to buy her and her Temu lookin fit😭😭😭 What’s that sucker punched bug looking dog under her arm like what someone get the slipper kill it

^ This ain’t Professor Iroko from Tales of Tanorio this is Professor “I Erm Ackshully” from Tales of “That’s erm fackshully incorrect ??? is not named Coughing Baby Man that’s such a stupid name” 🤓☝️ (plus those gloves UGLY as hell) (he’s the guy who makes all the weird furry fan art in the TOT discord)

Whelp that’s all. Never knew how absolutely trash AI images were until now. Bleach time :D

[redheadspark]

with barry’s new trailer for his movie is making me go back to my barry phase

that being said something dad!barry? maybe him finding out he’s going to be one? (unless you’ve done one like that already)

A/N: This is very cute! Thanks for the request dear! Also, this is my own original work and it has no affiliation to the actor Barry Keoghan and his girlfriend! It's simply my own fictional story :)

Like Real People Do

Summary: Telling your famous actor boyfriend that you were pregnant seemed like a nightmare in your brain. But Barry has the opposite reaction.

Warnings: Just some cuteness and fluffy overload!

You checked your phone for the third time, biting your lower lip and seeing the second hand on your clock keep going and moving. It was nerve wracking, and counting down the seconds seemed like torture for you. While you were perched on your bed, your TV was being occupied with a movie premier broadcasting from your laptop.

"And here is Barry Keoghan, one of the stars of Eternals! Come on over, Barry! How's your night, man?"

"Aye it's been great so far! So excited to see this movie!"

Your fiancé was on the screen, talking to the reported that was offscreen and having a big grin on his face. A smile created on your lips, forgetting about the timer on your phone as Barry was taking to the reporter about the movie he was in and how he was now part of the Marvel Universe.

You were supposed to be there on his arm, but given the last two weeks of you throwing up in the toilet and being exhausted in bed, you opted out of the premier. You've been to some before with him, but not as big as this one since it was a Marvel film and it was getting a global recognition. Barry was crushed when you told him you were going to stay behind, but he understood since the last thing you wanted was to be sick on a red carpet at a massive movie premiere. Barry suggested it was a stomach bug that you caught, or maybe the earlier stages of COVID too. But you tested negative that morning, so that wasn't the case.

Yet another factor was lingering in the back of your mind, not just a stomach bug.

"Did you have a great support system for this movie?"

"Absolutely I did, especially with my fiancé! She was my number one supporter throughout this whole process and me filming this movie. She's resting at home with a stomach bug tonight, which is unfortunate since I wanted her on my arm tonight, and I'm missin' her plenty. But it'll be alright and I'll be lookin' forward to being with her after the premiere," Barry explained to the reporter, his signature smirk seen as he seemed so calm and casual in that world he was in. He was always that way, even when you two met though a mutual friend. He knew how to turn on the charm in a more subtle way and never flamboyant. Of course you would melt every time, not to mention how smooth he was with his talking and conversations with you. You could help but fall head over heels in love with him, and seeing the true beauty that was Barry being placed in front of you was a sure blessing and gift.

Being with Barry, you sometimes forgot that he was an actor. He spoke to you like any regular person, never acting pompous when you two went out on outings and dates. In fact, he was more humble and private with his life at home. He liked the privacy from the public eye, and rightfully so. The last thing he wanted was to hounded down by paparazzi, so you knew your dating life with Barry was not going to be common.

Yet it worked, for 11 months you two made it work perfectly. You didn't mind having to have your dates be at one of your places, or even in a secluded getaway that Barry would take you to just to have the moment with you alone. Barry was creeping more and more into your life, with no sign of slowing down or stopping. Yet, there was never hesitance with him. He loved you, everything about you he loved. The good and the bad, the ugly and beautiful. He loved you whole heartedly, and when he proposed to you in Maldives you were over the moon. Barry went down on one knee with a ring in his hand, his eyes shining with pure love and anticipation, there was no doubt in your mind you were going to say yes and marry him.

Your timer went off on your phone, you were zoning out from thinking about Barry and how far you two have come in your relationship together to watch the clock. The interview was done, Barry wandering off to meet with some of his co stars and take group shots with them. You rushed off of the bed to the bathroom, hearing the premier go on on the TV while you were skidding to a halt in front of the bathroom counter, seeing the one thing that was giving you anxiety sitting on the top of the counter. But finally, you looked down at you saw it, the significant sign that your life was going to change forever.

Two lines. You beamed.

"Honey? I'm home, baby," You felt the vibrations of his voice against your forehead as he kissed your eyelids and cheeks to wake you up. You hummed, stretching out under the bedsheets. His scent from the cologne he wore and a mint in his mouth invaded your nostrils to wake you some more, your eyes blinking slowly to the darkness of the room to see a silhouette hovering of you. You knew that silhouette anywhere.

He was home.

"I'm sorry I came home late, luv," his deep voice whispered to you as he reached down to trace the bridge of your nose with his finger, "I wanted to escape sooner to check on ya but the press tied us all up. How are ya feelin'?"

It took you a moment to come to reality, to remember what happened earlier that night when he was gone to make your eyes go wide and you sit up abruptly in the bed. The bedsheets flew off, Barry almost falling out of the bed from how fast you were going and aiming for the bathroom. Maybe he thought you were going to be sick again, though you were aiming for something else to grasp and hold in a tight grip.

"Honey? " Barry asked, sounding concerned.

"I have something to show you," you called out to him, you clutching it in yoru hands and your heart was beating faster and faster as you hard him coming up behind you into the bathroom. You looked up, seeing his reflection in the mirror and how his suite he wore to he premiere still made him handsome. His hair was a bit disheveled, his eyes were a bit tired, but they were trained on you as you were facing away from him, taking a long breath.

There were so many scenarios in your head in who he would react to the news you were about to give him. Did you think he was going to be angry? O perhaps he was going to be shocked? Well of course he was going to be shocked from something like this, both of your lives were going to change forever whether you were ready or not. But no matter how many bad and negative thoughts were flooding in your mind, the positive was outweighing it all. You could picture that future that seemed too good to be true, so picturesque that would filled with happiness.

You turned on your heel, walking over to Barry its your disheveled look and tired eyes and you took his large calloused hand in your own. You placed the news in his hand, wrapped in a hand towel and you saw him give you a look of confusion. Nodding your head, Barry started unrolling the towel, finally seeing what was nestled on the bottom and in his palm.

Within a millisecond, his eyes went to you and they were wide in shock.

You said nothing, but you nodded your head to show it was true. It was the split moment of pure silence in the room as Barry's eyes went back to the towel in his palm, you wondering what was going on in his head and what he was feeling. But within a second, you heard him sniff, maybe you thought you heard it wrong. But he sniffed again, and there were evident tears in his eyes.

He was crying.

"Barry?" You asked quietly, seeing a tear or two hit the towel in his hand as he inhaled sharply, your heart thinking the worst, "Are you--"

He dropped the towel and pulled you into his arms within moments. You felt it in the hold he had, his arms around you so intimately and lovingly and his head dug into your neck as you felt his tears hit your skin. You were holding him just as intimately too, maybe wishing to push in all you were feeling in that hug.

After a good long moment holding each other, you finally feel Barry move to stand back in front of you. His face and his eyes, the emotion alone was enough for you to know what he was thinking and how he was feeling about this news. A smile was there on his face, the kind of smile that he would never show to the public or in the press. No, this was your smile, and it belonged to you and you alone.

"It's okay?" You asked, needing to hear it from Barry himself that this news was a goos thing for him. But Barry's smile never left his face as he nodded his head, you giggling as you pushing his tears away with your thumbs.

"More than, baby," He hummed, his voice hoarse yet filled with emotion. He leaned down to kiss you, making you melt and kiss him back just as smoothly while he wrapped you in his arms. The both of you kissed and kissed, letting your emotions take over and the news ignite the fire inside of the pair of you as Barry even hoisted you up onto the bathroom counter, his lips still locked in yours as you squeaked from the sudden movement. But he still stayed close in your space, kissing you and running his fingers along your hips and ribs. Your own hands were in his hair, ruffling it and having in groan from the feeling of your fingers along his scalp. Both of you were showing no signs of stopping, your shoving his jacket off his shoulders and his fingers going higher and higher up your thighs.

Leaving the towel and the positive pregnancy test on the ground.

The End.

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox @botanicalbarnes @ftrmrs-ally-harrington @heartofwritiing @steve-harringtons-slut

[daddy-deathslinger]

Hello! I hope you're doing good :) I was hoping to make a request for Caleb x fem!reader where they're friends, and Caleb would like more. So he's making flirtatious/suggestive comments but they just go over her head because even though her English is very good it's not her first language (plus different time periods and location), and Caleb is confused and amused at first, but then just frustrated. Thank you ♥️

Ahoy! This was such a sweet scenario, I had a good time writing it, thank you! Hope you're doing awesome! ❤️

"Why didn't you tell me?" - Caleb Quinn/The Deathslinger x Fem!Reader

"Are you feeling alright?"

Caleb scoffed at the question, placing his Redeemer on the bar and sitting down next to you.

"I just brutally murdered four teenagers, and you're asking me if I'm alright?"

He looked at you with a smile he didn't hope came off too cocky, but you just shrugged and gave him a slight smile.

"I know the Entity punishes you if you... perform badly. Just wanted to make sure..."

You returned your attention to the clothes you were currently mending by hand, inserting the needle into the fabric to carefully drag the thread through.

"Trust me", Caleb said, stretching out his leg to relieve some pain. "If I was bein' punished right now, you wouldn't be here."

He cast a glance over at you, but all you did was hum in acknowledgement at this remark. Caleb felt a small sting of frustration at this. For weeks, he'd had feelings for you. Deeper feelings than friendship. Him being an old gump who'd never really cared for anyone besides himself, before he'd met you in this wretched place, he had no idea how to show his feelings towards you. He'd tried being extra nice towards you, without making it too obvious at first, but as you hadn't seemed to notice his change in behavior at all, he'd upped his pace a bit. He'd started to give you little compliments when he saw fit, about your hair, your hands, even your laughter. But you still didn't seem to catch on. You always smiled that friendly smile and you showed that you enjoyed his company, but Caleb felt like you didn't understand that he wanted more. Or maybe you just didn't feel the same way for him. Of course, that thought had entered his mind many times. After all, why would you feel any certain way about someone like him?

"Don't you ever feel... weird, about me killing yer friends and all?"

You looked up at Caleb, meeting his questioning gaze with something that resembled sadness. Caleb started wondering if maybe he shouldn't have asked that, and cursed himself for his stupidity, but to his surprise you answered:

"Not all of them are my friends. Some have done terrible things in the past."

Caleb let out a surprised hum, waiting for you to continue, but your gaze quickly turned warm as you gave him a little smile.

"Better to have few friends, but good ones, than be surrounded by false ones. Right?"

Caleb gave you a curious look, then returned the smile.

"True that, Y/N."

Damn, that smile of yours made him melt on the spot. He felt so ridiculous falling head over heels for you, not even knowing if you felt the same. That's a fool-proof way to get your heart broken.

"There, patched up once again!" you suddenly declared, lifting up the shirt you had worked on and folding it on the bar counter in front of you.

Caleb gave you a thumbs up and was about to get up to make himself a drink, but as he caught you eyeing him, he decided to stay put.

"What's the matter, doe-eye?" he asked, instantly kicking himself mentally for the stupid nickname.

You just studied him, seemingly pondering over something, and if Caleb wasn't mistaken, he thought he could see your gaze trailing towards his... chest?

"Would you mind if- I mean..." you stuttered, eyes darting up to Caleb's face and then down to his chest area again.

Caleb felt a tingle in his stomach, feeling a grin spread on his face. He turned his body towards you on the chair, discreetly straightening his back and pushing out his chest a bit.

"What's on yer mind, doll?"

To his wicked triumph, he could see you starting to blush.

"Y-You're allowed to say not, but.... I was just wondering, since I've got some extra thread left, if maybe you'd let me... fix those ugly holes in your shirt once and for all?"

Caleb blinked a couple of times in confusion. He looked down on his chest, eyeing the small holes in his shirt.

"Oh", he said, feeling a bit stupid. "Well, I... It's really not that big of a deal to me, but..."

"Please?" you gave him a pleading smile that relit the tingles in his stomach. "It's a really beautiful shirt, I'd hate to see it ruined."

Now it was Caleb's turn to feel his face heat up a bit. Stupid old gump, he thought you had other things in mind, but now that he considered it, letting you mend his shirt wouldn't be too bad either. He chuckled at your pleading face, and removed his duster coat and tossed it on the floor. Seeing your face light up with happiness was already worth it.

"It won't take long, I promise!" you said, scooching your chair closer to his and gripping the needle and thread.

"That's alright", Caleb assured you, trying hard to force away his wide smile. "Ain't nothin' wrong with a bit of pampering now and then."

He watched as you threaded the needle and leaned in towards his chest, a concentrated look on your beautiful face. As your warm hands touched his chest, Caleb couldn't stop himself from gasping quietly.

"I-I'm sorry!" you exclaimed, a worried look on your face as your eyes darted up to meet his. "Did I-"

"You're fine!" Caleb chuckled, shaking his head and cursing himself for being so skittish.

"It's just, these holes have been bugging me for quite some time..."

You trailed off and got to work, your nimble fingers quickly gathering the shirt and starting to thread the needle through the fabric. Caleb hoped to the gods that you couldn't feel his trembling heart as your hands were placed steadily on his chest while you worked. If you could, you didn't show it, your face not changing from it's concentrated state during the whole process. Caleb tried to keep calm, not thinking about how great it felt to have you touch him. How much he longed for your hands to trail around his chest, hug him tightly as you looked up at his face and met his gaze...

"Ah!"

"Shit, fuck, I'm so sorry!"

You had accidentally poked his skin with your needle, and as Caleb had jumped in surprise, the needle had poked even deeper.

"I-I'm so sorry, Caleb, shit, I'm so nervous working on someone else, I-" you stuttered, visibly embarrassed, but Caleb grabbed your hands quickly and squeezed them before he had time to think about what he was doing.

"Hey, Y/N, it's alright", he smiled, meeting your gaze.

The tingle in his stomach was a full on fire by now, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. But he couldn't, he mustn't, so he released your hands and quickly looked away with an embarrassed scoff. He felt you hesitate for a couple of seconds, before you got back to work on his shirt.

"It's almost finished", you assured him, the tone of your voice hard to read.

And soon enough, too soon, Caleb felt you retract from his chest. He dared look back at you as you put away the needle and he glanced down to study your work.

"My, I haven't had a shirt lookin' this nice in ages!" he declared, feeling the shirt where your fingers had patched up the holes.

He met your gaze, and you gave him a wide smile.

"Pleasure's all mine", you said.

"If only I could repay you some way..." Caleb smirked, but to his immense disappointment you just gave him a slightly confused look.

"It's alright, really", you said, still giving him that clueless smile as you moved to push your chair back to it's place.

That was the last straw for Caleb.

"Alright, I give up!" he growled in frustration, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. "I don't know how y'all court these days but clearly I ain't fit for it! Can't believe I was this stupid..."

He muttered and turned away from you, feeling too embarrassed to look at you. He felt your confused gaze at him, and he wished he could just sink through the floor.

"Court?" you asked, and Caleb buried his face in his hands with a sigh. "W-What does food have to do with any of this?"

At this, Caleb looked back up from his hands, and then at you. "What?"

He narrowed his eyes in disbelief at you, but you just stared at him in growing confusion. A confusion that Caleb certainly mirrored by now.

"What do you mean?" he asked, and you shook your head with raised eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" you returned.

Caleb blinked a couple of times, then shook his head in a bewildered manner.

"I-I... Christ, Y/N", he said, turning towards you in an attempt to clear this mess up. "I like you, alright? You know that?"

To his frustration, you just blinked at him.

"I like you too, Caleb, what do you mean?"

Caleb growled and dragged his hand over his face, knowing that he might as well make the biggest fool out of himself now. He had nothing to loose, he was already looking so stupid.

"I'm in love with you, alright?" he spat out, waving his hands as to signal it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I love you, Y/N!"

He met your gaze, hoping for a quick response, but when he couldn't read your face, he decided to give up.

"Christ's sake..." he muttered, feeling his heart drop in his chest.

He got up from his chair and bent down to pick up his duster coat from the floor. Just as he was about to grab his Redeemer and walk out from the saloon, you called his name.

"Caleb!"

He stopped in his tracks, looking at you. A wide grin had taken over your face, a grin unlike any other he'd ever seen you have. You exclaimed something in a foreign language, and then jumped up from your chair.

"Caleb, I love you too! Why haven't you told me earlier?"

Now it was Caleb's turn to stare in confusion at you. You laughed, that amazing laughter that sent him flying high, and he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Why haven't I... Why, I oughta...!"

In one quick move, he'd embraced you tightly in his arms, and you laughed again as he hugged you as close as he'd wanted to for so long. Retracting to look at you, he met your joyful gaze and stroked your hair carefully.

"You're one mysterious thing, you", he chuckled, and you giggled as you carefully moved in for a kiss.

Caleb was more than happy to return the kiss.

[ressyfaerie]

I hope you could do a fanfiction based on JudyXRomero (I know this ship is practically non-existent lol) with the original Japanese name. The Plot is completely your choice, No AUs though.

This sounds cute! I love my good M I L F Judy (yikes im going to hell) 

I always headcanon Romero as the kind of guy that pops into your life to give you super gay advice, then jumps out like a speedy weird lookin bug. Lmao. 

So Let’s see what I come up with!

“Aw, Judy.” Romero cooed at her from across the table.

Judy tried to mask her blush with a threatening expression, but it didn’t work. She didn’t think she would have a problem inviting old coaches to the PPB—until Romero showed up.

The news of Judy’s divorce swept through the nation like wildfire over three years ago. Romero had brought up the tough subject of dating. It was obvious Judy had a difficult time with the topic, since her body slumped when he asked.

“You shouldn’t be afraid of dating… think of it like… a budding rose! Could be ugly, it might even wither one day, but why would you throw the bud away when you could enjoy the beauty while it lasts?”

Romero had a rose pressed to his nose. He sniffed it, then elegantly handed it to her over the table in the cafeteria.

“Where did you even get that?” Judy laughed.

Romero winked, “I always carry an extra rose on me for dramatic effect.”

“Hilarious.” Judy rolled her eyes with a smile.

“Judy.” Romera grew serious, “it’s time. Take the rose.”

Judy reached out to grab it, but her hand hovered in the air, unable to move forward.

Read the rest on archive!

May 13th, 2022 Tumblr Asks! -RomeroxJudy -Roses - Ressyfaerie - Beyblade [Archive of Our Own]

[jennrypan]

..wheeeze. Felix is such a good actor--

I hate him-

Also. Lilas mom is. Average looking-- ima say that again.

Also! That frog boy is the scariest akuma idc. Why is THIS the best akuma akumas had?

Also. Ice cream man clearly got stepped on-- though..is Paris just so use to akumas they dont even run away?

Also!!! He has the thingy! He has the thingy!! So. Season 5 will DEFINITELY be him going into that basement. Or i fuckin hope so anyways. Cuz lord he needs to knooow

And. Marinette noooo- dont make crazy plans right now nooo- and I really like how Ladybug looks with the glasses on.

Also. Ha Felix you got duped,also Strikeback is so creepy lookin also. ARGUE YESS ARGUE LIKE A BICKERING COUPLE--

And yessss no more secrets..ish? Also. They just..dont suspect this weird ass child is an akuma-- mkay

Carapace can. Project his shields thats so dope! And. Chats little "I can help" AHH BABY BOY-

And also. I reaally like Pega Bugs look! Its so anime girl like.

YO THEY WERE GONE FOR A FEW MINUTES- I really like Felixs look as the dog its cute

Also. Jesus Christ everything is hell- though if Felix touches her yoyo cant she just ..detransform?- inch resting.

But Barkks power is really dope

Chat is soo cuuuute!! Ahhhhh

Also. Wheeeeze I like how shes tryin so hard to get them to be friends and Chat is just so annoyed-

Also felix you mf, I do like the plan though. Cuz send those assholes AWAY. though..who was he sayin sorry to? The sentis? Ladybug? Interestin.

Tho felix did Hawkmoths job better than him in ONE day. Hes such a bitch--

Also. He is SO UGLY. SO FUCKIN UGLY.

And Just. I wanna HOLD marinette so hard right now?? Like. Bro i just-- please- little baby-

This moment is everything to me!!!!

Also. Does this mean civilians are just gonna start goin ham- like. No powers just weapons and fury- please-

Though is..Gabriel gonna..put on all those miraculous at once-- hes gonna look like a god damn disaster-

I fuckin loved this so much- the voice acting, the animation, the plot. Its just. SO GOOD.

Also. MARINETTE WASNT MAD AT ALYA FOR REVEALING HER ID TO NINO. SHE UNDERSTOOOOD. and she wasnt gonna take it! Though..in hindsight. Alya shouldve kept it-- lord-

Now.Lila might get it-

I am very excited for season 5

[anon-e-miss]

How does Jazz handle finding out 1. his bitlet is injured and 2. his second bitty is on the way once he gets back in contact?

Prowl floated in a murky soup. Distantly he heard mechanisms talking around him but he could not understand the glyphs. Slowly he sedatives bled from his systems and one by one the different components of his processor powered up, and slowly Prowl’s awareness return. He was laying on his back. There was a steady beep of a monitor from somewhere near his helm. It beeped in time with his spark. The thought confused him; Prowl was disoriented. A single voice broke through the static and the slag in his processor. After a struggle, Prowl onlined his optics.

“That’s it, Prowler,” Jazz crooned at him. Through fuzzy optics Prowl saw Jazz clasping both servos around his own. He felt the brush of his mate’s lipplates over his knuckles. “Ya back with me, Lover?”

“You are home,” Prowl said. His voice was ugly rasp. “So quickly.”

“No so quickly,” Jazz replied. “Two mega-cycles ‘n it felt like an orn. Do ya remember what happened?”

No. Yes. Prowl’s optics dimmed as he turned inward. The generals, Trailbreaker, a thump, Two Bit’s howl. Two Bit’s howl. Bluestreak was hurt. He was purging. He had a cranial leak. They had taken him away before Prowl had been able to kiss him goodbye. The beeping of the monitor came faster and faster, and someone rushed in, they took his arm.

“Stop,” Jazz ordered. “Ya can’t just keep dopin’m up. Let’m think.”

“Bluestreak,” Prowl whined. Jazz stroked his feverish helm and soothed him.

“Bluestreak’s doin’ great. He came outta surgery wit flyin’ colours. He’s mostly rechargin’ as the repairs integrate. He’s been askin’ for ya.”

“Thank Primus,” Prowl sighed. Ratchet’s harsh question suddenly flashed across Prowl’s memory banks, and he brought his servo to his chassis. It hurt! Prowl hissed as his palm found fresh welds. A nanoklik later the realization struck him, his protoform was flat. “Jazz!”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Jazz crooned. “Y’re okay. He’s okay. Ya went into preterm emergence. Do ya remember?”

“I crashed.”

“That’s right. Y're battle computer popped a few circuits. That’s why y’re feelin’ so fuzzy. Y’re forge ruptured durin’ the crash, Prowler. Ratchet tried to patch it ‘n restore your  fluid levels but they kept droppin’. He performed a surgical evacuation to save the bitty.”

“You said he is okay.”

“Yeah, sweetspark, he’s perfect. They got’m in a lil CR chamber to help’m finish growing but he’s perfect. He cried somethin’ awful when Ratchet unfurled ‘m. He’s got a healthy set of intakes.”

“I messed up,” Prowl whined as tears blinded him. “I did not hear Bluestreak stacking those chairs.”

“He wanted to give Two Bit a treat, ‘n he’s really sorry for scarin’ ya. Lover we can’t watch’m every nanoklik o’ the cycle. It would be torture for ‘m, accidents happen.”

“He almost died.”

“He didn’t, cause ya kept yer helm ‘n got’em to the medbay.”

“I didn’t keep them safe.”

“Not yer fault, Prowl,” Jazz said and he kissed Prowl’s chevron, and then his tear streaked cheeks. “Just an accident, ‘n  crash. Ya can’t control any o’ that.”

“I need to see them,” Prowl said. “I need my dog.”

“Two Bit’ll be right back. Hound’s just walkin’m for us.”

“I left him. They did not want him crowding the ambulance. You brought me my dog.”

“We ran into each other while I was raising to the medbay. He ate the damn front door ‘n came lookin’ for ya.”

“Oh no.”

“Mirage is takin’ care o’ it.”

“Oof!”

Two Bit announced his arrival and ran up to the medberth. Jazz caught him mid leap, more of a struggle now because the ungainly pup had indeed turned into a massive cyber-dog. Prowl stroked Two Bit’s big helm as Jazz carefully helped the beast onto the berth beside Prowl. He licked Prowl’s cheek and nosed at his chin. The presence of the cyber-dog helped stabilize Prowl’s psyche. Maybe if he had had Two Bit with him, Prowl might have been able to prevent the crash, and Smokescreen might still be in his forge and not a CR chamber.

“No brooding,” Jazz said, and he took Prowl’s servo and squeezed it. “Ya put Blue first, like ya always do. Ya put his life first. Ya couldn’t o’ known a crash could ‘cause a rupture. ‘M gonna get Ratchet to bring in Blue, then find a wheelchair so we can all go ‘n see Smokey.”

Ratchet might have been psychic or he might have had bugs planted throughout his medbay. Before Jazz could leave Prowl’s berthside, Ratchet appeared, pushing another large medberth into the private medbay room. Bluestreak was sitting upright. He stretched out his arms as he saw his originator watching him. Prowl could not stop himself from crying, damn his haywire emotional cortex, the relief and joy was too much to contain, and he held his arms out to his first emerged.

“Remember what I said, Bluestreak,” Ratchet said as he lifted Bluestreak from his medberth. “Be careful of Ori’s belly.”

“Uh huh, uh huh,” Bluestreak said. He sprawled out over Prowl’s broad chassis and buried his face in Prowl’s neck. “Ori, ori. I’m sorry I was naughty.”

“I am so glad you are alright,” Prowl said as he hugged his creation. “You scared me, brightspark, so much.”

“I’m sorry, Ori.”

“I know, Bluestreak. I am not angry. I am so glad you are alright.I am so glad. I love you so much, Bluestreak.”

“I love you, Ori.”

“Bluestreak’s last scans were good. He can go home with Jazz this cycle,” Ratchet said. “Prowl, you’ll need to stay until your battle computer’s integrated the repairs, and comes back online. Probably another four mega-cycles or so.”

“Can we see Smokescreen?” Prowl asked.

“I’ll get a chair.”

Prowl pushed the wheelchair as Bluestreak rode along, sitting in Prowl’s lap. Ratchet walked with him. Hound had taken Two Bit again to keep him from eating any of the medical equipment. In time he would meet Smokescreen but the newling was too small and too delicate in too many ways for the cyber dog to come along for the introduction. Though the CR chamber would support the newling’s frame’s continued growth, energon from Prowl’s well was the best thing to support his immature self-repair systems. Plating on plating contact was also vital for bonding between procreators and creation. Jazz had already spent time with Bluestreak while Prowl had still been in stasis. It did not anger Prowl that Jazz had held their creation first. He was only grateful Jazz had come home and had been the rock their creations had needed after he had collapsed.

From the outside it was a normal looking CR chamber, but a special incubation pod had been installed inside of it. Ratchet opened it up, and gently lifted Smokescreen from it. He was so small, so so small. Node doted his protoform, allowing the pod to keep constant track of his frame’s readings. Jazz lifted Bluestreak into his arms and snuggled him close so that Prowl was able to securely hold their premature creation. Prowl felt pressure behind his armour as his fuel lines began to fill. Smokescreen rooted against his chassis, the hatch over Prowl’s well slid aside.

“I have an adapter for your fuel line,” Ratchet said. “His mouth isn’t quite big enough to comfortably latch on your nozzle.”

The medic slid the adapter over the nozzle of Prowl’s right most fuel line. Its narrower tip slid easily into Bluestreak’s mouth and the newling suck. Prowl smiled through his tears. Jazz knelt with Bluestreak so their elder creation could watch his brother. This was not how Prowl had imagined them meeting for the first time, but his life had never followed  the path he had imagined for himself. Had it followed that path, Prowl would not have bonded to Jazz. He would not have kindled with him. His path had taken turns and twists he had never ever considered. This was just another twist.

“He is perfect,” Prowl said as he held his tiny newling.

“He’s so tiny,” Bluestreak said, anxiously.

“He’ll grow,” Jazz replied. “His beautiful, ain’t he Bluestreak? Just like ya ‘n Ori.”

"Yeah.”

[btswishes]

What we were and what we are

One Shot/ Random

A/N: Take it as an emotional dump. I will put a keep readying line since I don’t think anyone would want to read this. XD Have fun anyways if you wish to stay friend. Who knows maybe it could be a Yoongi x Reader , friends to lovers story, idk. 

Word count:   2,535

Playlist recommended for this : Jin-Epiphany   Big Bang- Loser  Big Bang- Blue   at the end you can try BTS- We Are Bulletproof The Eternal

Warnings:  dark, anxiety, talk of trauma , be yourself please

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  The sky was covered with soft cotton candy like clouds, tinted in the colors of the ending day. Oranges, reds, blues, yellows, you name it it was there. The wind was warm and but a whispering tender sensation over your exposed skin. The grass pillowing your body under the roughly placed cover, as your head moved up and down by Yoongi’s breath. Laying onto him felt like a antidepressant pill to you.Time had stopped. He was leaning onto his left arm as you both were looking up at the sky. His free hand from time to time brushing over your hair. 

“Your mom is calling.” he said taking a glance at your lit up phone screen

“Leave it.” you didn’t even use all the breath in your lungs with this sentence. 

“Shouldn’t you pick up tho? I mean she is your mom.” Yoongi’s eyes now focused onto you 

“Nah man, she is probably mad at me for something. My mom or not, good or shitty relationship, no matter how much parents say ‘i understand you’ or ‘i was your age once too’ .It never works, telling them anything ends up being a pain in the ass later. Asking for help when you fuck up is the same.” you tried following a lonely cloud with the corner of your eye

“I guess them not accepting that something is wrong with their kids is a defense mechanism.” 

“That fucks us up tho. Just because they want to lie to themselves to feel better, leaves their kids untreated and undiagnosed ,messing them up. Years of being bullied and not knowing why, can’t study even if they try, can’t be themselves. Such an easy solution, yet such a hard choice to make to take the first step.” you sighed as you spoke out, a bit of disappointment mixed in with your breath. 

“Ha ha ha.” Yoongi laughed under his nose before laying back down 

“The fuck did I say?” you cut him off, thinking the giggle was a bit displaced in this talk

“And when you take the first step? What then? The so called professionals lie to us too, give us chemistry and tell us all will be ok as they turn us into addicts to fake serotonin. Psychologists? The word comes from Greek meaning the study of the soul, yet those assholes look at us as bags of meat that you can stuff with pills. Yet we would do anything to get that drop of calmness, that feeling of being a bit happy for being alive right now. And when the effect passes? You want more and more, pill after pill, pharmacy after pharmacy. What difference is there between us people with anxiety and disorders and drug addicts? The medical degree probably.” 

  You smirked after his last words “ Not all doctors are bad, but you can feel how genuine they are, the rest are health merchants. I don’t think there was a difference in the first place. Drugs, alcohol, smoking fuck it, even sex, man. It’s all to fill that void with dopamine, serotonin and all the bio crap.” 

“Isn’t that chemistry tho?”

“We learned it in biology class so it’s bio to me. Do I look like a professor to you?” you rolled over and flicked his nose earning a ‘yah!’ “Hey.” 

“Wasup?” Yoongi pulled his hand from under his head and spread his arms wide like a star in the vast sky. 

“You know that thing where people ask you, if you saw your younger self in front of you right now and they were having the same feelings as you. What would you do?”

“I don’t know honestly, probably give the little guy a hug and some money ,or buy him something to eat. Someone out there for sure has it shittier than me, but I guess one of my mistakes was to undervalue my own emotions and mental state. Fuck, i got myself in such a hole. When people say ‘after you hit the bottom there is no where more to go but up’ , honestly that is straight up crap and bullshit. Some of us keep clawing and digging fearing that there is more to come. “ 

“Ah.” a memory popped up in your head on it’s own “That shit hole. Yeah, either you lose yourself laying there with bloody fingernails and hands, or you start crawling back up like a bug. You know, the blood is gonna stain the walls so next time you fall you will remember and catch yourself...if you make it that far.” lifting your hand, you covered a bit of the sky with it, noticing the colors around it “What about the times we reach out but no one grabs on?”

“Fuck! Y/N! We were supposed to have a nice walk in the park not a whole ass depressing talk session!” Yoongi hissed out, unlike his words his voice wasn’t angry

“Oh come on, you know that somehow we always end up talking about this shit.We are both broken pieces, but I think that isn’t bad at all.” you felt his breath stop under you for a split second “I feel like that is why we fit so well together.”

“Oh for real?” he asked a bit surprised by your words “I always thought it was because we were both hella toxic.” you swung your hand and hit him in the stomach “OOF!” he folded in half, sending you sitting up “I forgot how aggressive you were too.” Yoongi’s voice was coming from between his teeth.

“I am serious! I feel like we went through our hard times and learned to manage, that is why we can talk about all these things like this.” 

“Makes sense, we were each other’s shoulder. You start falling, I pull on you and the other way around.”

 You noticed the contagious smirk on his face that mirrored onto you almost instantly “We fall together, we crawl back up together. Damn we sound inspirational.”

“I told you! We should make one of those vlog channels where people wake up at 5 am looking like damn models, meditate and finish all their work before 11am.” throwing your body back you fell onto the cover, but Yoongi didn’t join you. He staid sitting, letting you focus on his back as he continued “You know we are losers, right?” 

“The biggest losers out there.” 

  He looked towards the sky letting the wind play with his hair, when suddenly you both burst out laughing. Your voices were so loud the birds flew away. “Yeah, we are.”

“Honestly tho Yoongs. Why did we care so much what people thought of us? I mean sometimes I still do but-”

“Same, same.”

“Don’t cut me off stupid!” you kicked him a bit “As I was saying!” you emphasized on ‘saying’ ,when he pinched your leg in retaliation a couple of times “Body types, dudes, girls, genderfluid or no gender at all. Being cute or stylish, pretty or ugly, was a mad waste of time. The nerd is gonna probably become rich, the ugly people will end up becoming better lookin that those basic Karens. I swear, even with all that bulling and people wanting be to be the top. With or without them the Earth keeps spinning .”

 “Did you just discriminate flat earth people!?” he gasped cartoonish “Y/N, i didn’t know you were this type of person.”

“Yah! You really out here trying to cancel your best friend, Min Yoongi!” 

“You don’t need me to do that, you already do it yourself with the stuff you say.”

“Says you, loser.” your words made him lean onto his elbow next to you, eyes focused on your face as the colors of the sky began fading over your bodies and skin 

“I like that word, loser.” he said “It sounds rude, but at the same time no one calls you that if you aren’t different. Different means unique, special. Who tf would want to be the same as others?”

“That was us too stupid, back then.” Yoongi pocked your cheek a couple of times gently 

“Yeah, but it’s not back then anymore Y/N. It’s now. We grew up. With our jaw and fist clenched we fought and made it here. They shot at us, they threw rocks and called us cowards, weirdos. But we made it through the darkness. After all that we are and will forever be bulletproof.” the sudden rustle of the grass under you two signaled him getting up and spinning, hands to the side. His head leaned back and he looked so happy. Yoongi’s eyes were closed, he could fall and not even notice, but he wasn’t afraid no more. Whatever happens will happen. 

“You make us sound hella dope man. I love it.”

“Anxiety, social issues, any kind of mental problems and disorders. They level us up, as long as we try. At the end of the day you lose something to win something.”

“The end of the chapter is the beginning of the next.” you began to notice he was starting to lose balance from all that spinning around “Hey stupid, you will fall and hurt yourself like th-” you couldn’t even finish the sentence when his legs tangled up and he fell onto you “You ok?!That was such a stupid move! Open your eyes next time!”

“Why?” he became serious, his eyes looking into yours. Yoongi crooked his head to the side,as his fingers caressed your cheek “If I was looking I would have been too afraid to fall. At the end of it all i ended up failing and found a little angel. See? Win win to me. You can’t always see where you are going, but you gotta believe that good things are on the other side.”

“You are bleeding, that is what is on this side.”

“I am WHAT!” his forehead was a bit scratched “Damn it! My handsome face!”

“Oh come on! Wait till I glow up like that! I will get the best looking SO out there.” the child in you was pouting at Yoongi

“You know damn well we are too messed up for a relationship with others. We try and try, get used and then we either lose interest, or fall completely out of love for months. By the way...” his fingers found your cheek again, but this time it wasn’t a gentle poke but a sharp pinch. Your hands flew in the direction of his arm to try and make him let go of you. “Who told you you don’t look good?”

“Ow ow Yoongi! Let me go!!!”

“Not until you tell me who said all that crap to you!?” prying yourself from his grip you continued rubbing the now red and warm spot

“People i liked or others in general. You know how shit goes.” 

“You for real need to get your eyes checked! People stare at you when you walk by cus you look TOO good.” his words were like a low growl of a jealous pet

“Nah man, they are either judging me or they want to fight me. There is no middle ground here.” 

“You really!” with all the power in his hand he flicked your forehead 

“Stop inflicting me wounds!”

“Then stop talking shit about yourself! I swear your bodydismorphia needs to join Jimin when he has talk sessions about his day with Hoseok.Plus, people do stare at you when you walk in town in the attracted way. On our way here at least 5 people turned back and continued looking.”

“Ew creepy!” you said “Why do you count them!”

“You little!!!Come here!” your neck found itself in a chokehold in a matter of seconds 

“HYUNG!”Jungkook’s voice echoed through the park reaching your direction “Y/N AND YOONGI ARE BEING THE DEPRESSED AND FLIRTY AGAIN!”

 “This kid I swear I will kill him some time soon!” you hissed at Jungkook

“You two really can’t drop this habit.” the slow and calm footsteps pulled your attention and soon subsided your anger 

“Joon, you know how we are.” you added, leaning back onto you elbows 

“I know, we are all like that.” Joon looked at you two sitting on the ground

“Y/N is right, broken pieces do find each other.” Yoongi added, but Joon sighed and rubbed the back of his head. He squatted down eye level 

“Broken pieces find each other because they fit together and make a beautiful new bottle that they can fill up with happy memories. Our sad and hard pasts make us titanium that can’t be broken. Even if one of us cracks, we are all going to help him become stronger.” he reached his hand out, standing up “ You are not alone Y/N, we are going to be forever titanium. You have us and we have you now. We are not lonely or misérables with you.”

“WE ARE BULLETPROOF GUYS!” Jungkook yelled out again

“Yeah...we are.” with a smile shining brighter than ever ,you grabbed Joon’s hand.He pulled you up as you were holding onto Yoongi. When the chain starts no one can cut the bond. We pull each other up...is what you realized. 

“Oh and.”

“Yes Joons?” 

“Can you two date already or at least go out on a date. It hurts looking at yall like this.”

“What!?” the blanket in your hand turned into weapon as you began hitting him with it in a moment of panic. His words hit a nerve.Yoongi wasn’t the one to rush or to run. With his hands in his pockets he followed you down the hill. His footsteps stopped for a moment to look at the now dark sky. 

 We may not be able to see the stars during the day, but at night they are too many to even count. Nothing is truly hidden forever, even who you are meant to be. It’s ok not to know now or later. When we are young we dont really know. We try to fit in a mold that was created, but we can’t, we just can’t no matter how much we try.

 We end up being labeled by the things we are different. Some come from a darker past, others don’t. Yet everyone is important, the way they feel, their emotions and inner state. If I could, I would grab your hand and show you a bit of the future. Think of this, your future self, the one that did it all finally and continues to dream big, is looking at you through memories. They grab your hand and push you forward towards the good. The tunnel may be dark, cold, lonesome and scary but it always leads to something. Just don’t give up.

  Regret, unsuccessful love, residual feelings for someone who used you. They are all a stepping stone, don’t look at them. Now you know what not to do, EXP( experience points)  come in many forms honey. Be who you want to be, life is yours. Be the main character in your story, not anyone else’s. Even if you fall sometimes, show everyone how amazing you are by standing up. Baby steps turn into miles, whispers become yelling, crawling becomes flying. Breaking the mold becomes you. 

[thatmotleygirl]

Being a serial binger, I'm never really astounded by my ability to consume content or the fact that I sometimes watch an entire season or more in a day.

That being said, I FINISHED 9 EPISODES Y'ALL !!!!!

Suffice to say, Home WRECKED ME and I might need a tiny lil break. Just till I pick up the pieces of my shattered soul and piece it back together.

So I actually took a small break after Phantom traveller, solely because of the below scene

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It's just so.....Dean. My baby deserved more cool badass scenes like this one.

So. Here lie my thoughts (without the writing of which, I will go insane. So sorry y'all. Feel free to scroll on by😅).

1x05- Bloody Mary

Dean smashing the mirror. *Chef kiss*

Dean Winchester is the goodest brother

Dean says Sammy and my heart goes bloop

SIR STOP BREAKING MORE MIRRORS!

600 YEAS OF BAD LUCK? Boy you have no idea

Ohmygosh. Soft. Pillowy lips

😭😭😭😭😭😭

1x03- Skin

Shape shifter bby Dean. so hot

Tucumcari (he just looked so adorable saying that)

Sammy said "Big brother" 🥺

Dean can't say no to Sammy

That eye CGI tho

I've missed them doing research and detective work. Lil fetuses racking their Brains.

Grumpy sleep deprived Dean. But also, so smart 💙

Sammy is so smol

Dean saying "Son of a Bitch"🥺

I see a throwing star. I cry. Those be the rules from now on😭😭😭😭

"I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later everybody is gonna leave me" 💀

Okay Shapeshifter!Dean saying all that Dean want's is for someone to love him, is just 💔

See Dean! Shapeshifter framing you, Warrant out for your arrest, stepping on a puddle! I told you not to break the mirror!

Samuleett

You've been tangled up with the law since 2005. How'd you do anything boi?

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

1x07- Hook Man

Baby looks so beautiful

Awwww Rock salt bullets. Bby boi so smart

Yes sweetie. You 👏🏼 are 👏🏼 a 👏🏼 genius 👏🏼

I miss foetus Dean

Dean so proud of himself for talking the Sheriff down

Dean honey, parking tickets are meant to be paid

Okay, please tell me that people acknowledge and appreciate Jensen's acting. Especially his facial expressions. Cause this man doesn't need to speak to show what he's thinking!!!

Our first on-screen salt and burn. *Cue nostalgia*

😭😭😭😭😭

Dean lookin out for Sammy and saying "We could stay"

Just stay. Be happy. Avoid old barns and rebars.

1x08- Bugs

Just need to get through this episode

Dean watches Oprah

Okay it's over

He also loves the shower. Such a smol bean

Dean's face when Sam tells the kid to be happy about leaving his family

1x09- Home

Oh no. This episode is gonna kill me (again)

Dean can never go back home...

Oh no. He made the call to John. Deeeeaannn nuuuuu. *Ugly sobbing*

Oh god that face was heartbreaking

"I carried you through the front door"

You can do this Dean. You're the strongest boi

Baby Sammy has the cutest smile

Hey Missouri! I always liked her!

Oh. My. Jack. Dean's face when he saw Mary. He was a 4 year old again 💔

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That "Mom?", when Mary disappear. Stab me in the gut a couple a times. It'll HURT LESS!!!

GODDAMNIT JOHN WINCHESTER!!! IT'S LIKE YOU DIDN'T EVEN HEAR THAT VOICEMAIL!!!!

😭😭😭😭😭

WHY IS THE WORLD NOT TALKING MORE ABOUT JENSEN ACKLES ?!?!?!? THIS EPISODE WAS 15 FUCKING YEARS AGO AND YOU SEE THE ACTING CHOPS ON THIS DUDE???? THE EXPRESSIONA ON HIS FACE WERE ENOUGH TO CONVEY THE AMOUNT OF PAIN THAT DEAN WAS GOING THROUGH!!!!! THIS MAN DESERVES ALL THE AWARDS!!!!

So, clearly ^^^THIS^^^ is how I'm coping. I fear for my future self, when she reaches season 3.

[vannahfanfics]

Needed Part III

Before you read, here’s Part I and Part II!

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Baby 5, Monkey D. Luffy

Requested By: Tastsumi (Ao3)

Cricket song mingled with the droning of soft snores in the fresh night air. The little insects chirped in the clumps of long grasses ringing the small jungle clearing in which Baby 5 and the rest of the Straw Hat Pirates snoozed contentedly beneath the stars. Alas, Baby was not sleeping. Her dark eyes fixated on the forest canopy above, where the glimmering stars peeked through the dense network of interlocking branches and waxy leaves to spill dappled white light over her. She clicked her tongue and rolled onto her side, snuggling into the warm fabric of her sleeping bag. No, there was nothing for it; sleep would not find young Baby tonight. Sighing wistfully, she tossed the blankets off herself and rose, stretching her arms above her head and glancing around the clearing.

As it had turned out, the arrival to Zou had been an ordeal in itself. The resident Minks had been hostile at first, for they had suffered an attack by pirates, not a few days before the Sunny’s landing. Then, Luffy and company had learned that their cook, Sanji, had been abducted by the Emperor Big Mom for a political wedding. They established a plan to send half of the crew onward to Wano, where they would infiltrate the populace alongside the Heart Pirates and gather information on their newest enemy, the Emperor Kaido. The other section of the crew would travel to Big Mom’s territory to retrieve their absconded cook. Several of the Minks had even pledged themselves to their cause, which Baby thought very kind of them.

Since the night in the crow’s nest, Baby 5 had not suffered any more nightmares. To be frank, she was a little surprised to be insomnious on this night; she had not given Doflamingo another passing thought. Yet, here Baby was, wide awake in the middle of the night. Perhaps I’ll take a walk, she reasoned. The last late-night jaunt had ended particularly well, so possibly, her little stroll through the lush woods would result in similar luck. Baby retrieved her trusty bazooka, the only relic of her servitude in the Doflamingo syndicate, and then descended the well-worn path leading into the jungle.

The air was alive with the sounds of the lush wilderness. The cricket song was deafening along the path, for the clumpy grasses towered waist-high. Their wispy fronds kissed Baby’s hips and thighs as she strolled down the slight bumpy incline, tickling her skin with their fluffy yellow-green fibers. Fireflies flitted between the thick tree trunks, flickering greeting at Baby as she passed. A tapir lumbered out into the open, its short, stout snout snuffling through the dirt and overturning rocks in search of grubs; Baby 5 politely waited for it to finish its business. The massive creature regarded her with bright, curious eyes and wiggled its short trunk at her before shambling off into the jungle whence it came. She squatted down to observe a troupe of army ants crossing the pathway, careful not to disrupt their march lest she find herself on the business end of their massive mandibles. The forest was very much awake around her, and so Baby 5 found herself even more restless in the throng of its activity.

With a forlorn sigh, she settled herself on a nice, flat rock. Resting her elbows on her knees and pushing her fists into her cheeks, she sulked about her infuriatingly restless mind. With half-lidded eyes, she traced the trail of a meandering stag beetle trundling over the layer of decomposing leaves. It dug its horns into the spongey soil to reveal wriggling white grubs and tiny scuttling roaches. Eat your fill, little stag beetle, she thought morosely. May sleep find you quickly… whenever bugs sleep.

Baby 5 groaned and hung her head between her knees, tearing her hands into her wavy black hair. Her eyes pulsed with their own heartbeat, clearly wishing to close to the night, but her mind was too busy buzzing with energy to allow that to happen. Could I be anxious? She wondered, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Whatever could I be worried about? She sat up on the rock, tapping her pursed lip with the pad of her index finger. If anyone had cause to be anxious, it would be Luffy, considering that one of his trusted comrades had essentially been kidnapped. Yet, the captain seemed cool as a cucumber, albeit a little miffed at the bold-as-brass transgression against this authority.

Baby 5 knitted her eyebrows together as a particular thought occurred to her. Is it possible that Luffy’s reaction to the situation unnerved her, and she wondered if he was restraining his emotions for his comrades’ sakes? It’s as good an explanation as any.

Baby peered out into the gloom as a twig snapped, piercing the air like a gunshot. The cricket song dimmed as the wee insects investigated the incoming creature, and whether it be friend or foe. Baby craned her neck to peek around the bend in the pathway as the sound of crunching dirt loomed closer by the second. She raised an eyebrow when a pair of familiar sandals tromped into view, followed by a straw hat-wearing noiret who was smiling amiably.

“Oh! There you are, Baby,” Luffy called cheerfully when he spotted her perching on the squat rock. He approached her nonchalantly, stopping to place his hands on his hips and gaze out into the night. The crickets had decided that Luffy was not interested in eating them and had begun sounding their cares with fervor. “It’s a lovely night for a walk,” he remarked, turning glittering black eyes on her. She flushed and fidgeted on the rock.

“Yes, I suppose it is…” His lips edged upwards into a smirk, and his eyebrows crept up.

“Having nightmares again?” he asked worriedly, stroking the pad of his thumb underneath her eyes just like he had done a few nights ago. She turned pink and shook her head vehemently, waving her hands in refusal.

“No, no! I promise I’m not,” she insisted. Her hands fell into her lap with a small sigh. Luffy was there, so she might as well openly ponder the intricacies of her psyche. “Truthfully… I’m worried about you, Luffy.” His eyebrows inched further up, touching the roots of his dark hair.

“Me? Why?”

“Well… Aren’t you concerned about Sanji?” Baby 5’s eyes widened when he clenched his jaw and glanced off into the distance once more. A silence settled between them as Luffy searched for his words. When he turned back to her, he gestured to the rock. Baby 5 obediently scooched over to allow him access to the stony perch, and with a long sigh, he eased himself down beside her. He rubbed his hands together slowly, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

“Yeah. I am, Baby,” he admitted in a small voice after a few seconds. Baby 5 pressed closer to him and rested her arm on his bicep. She had never heard the sunny, optimistic boy so morose. He laced his fingers together and clenched them so hard that his knuckles glared white. She cooed his name and stroked his arm in an invitation to divulge his complicated feelings to her. “I didn’t wanna say anything, because the others are really worried too… If I had my way, we’d be on Whole Cake Island right now, tearing every house apart lookin’ for him, but… I know that’s dumb. Big Mom is a whole different ball game.” Baby 5’s bottom lip wobbled. His lack of self-confidence broke her heart.

“Luffy, you’ll get Sanji back. I know you will.” He sighed forlornly and hung his head, staring miserably down at his clasped hands. She ran her hand from his shoulder down to his wrist, then forced her fingers in-between his so that she could lace theirs together. Baby gave him a robust and reassuring squeeze, making him peer at her out of his peripheral vision. “You’re the strongest man I’ve ever known. Once you set your mind to something, there’s no stopping you. Big Mom will rue the day she dared to cross you.” A small smile curled onto his lips. He leaned forward to press his forehead against her own, and Baby 5 welcomed it, nestling into him. “Sanji needs you right now, and you’re the type of man that will pull through, no matter the obstacles.”

“Thanks, Baby,” he said softly. She jumped when he suddenly tore away from her to spring from the rock. He flung his arms up into the air and screamed into the night, “Ya hear that, Big Mom? I’m coming to kick your ass! So stay right there so you can get what’s comin’ to ya, ya ugly old hag!” As his voice rippled through the forest, bouncing off the tree trunks and waxy leaves, the nightbirds and crickets silenced in awe. For several seconds after his enthusiastic yowling, it was eerily quiet. Finally, a lone owl decided to hoot back in admiration. “Ah, that felt good,” Luffy exhaled exultantly. Baby 5 giggled. It was so remarkable how he could switch from depressed to determined in a mere instant.

“I’m glad I could make you feel better,” Baby smiled as she stood from the rock. Luffy turned to her and opened an arm invitingly, and she immediately snuggled close to him. Rubbing the small of her back with his big, calloused hand, he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head. She squeezed her eyes shut as a big smile bloomed on her face. It always made her so happy to feel that she was needed. Although she no longer felt the compulsion to be necessary twenty-four hours a day, to be reminded of her necessity in someone’s life was still gratifying. Luffy continued to nuzzle his nose into her coarse black hair, until a long, loud yawn split his face. He smacked his lips together and then tiredly mumbled into her scalp, “Le’s go back to bed… I’m sleepy…”

Baby 5 chuckled and rubbed his chest soothingly, then nodded. He wrapped his arms tight around her body, insistent on cuddling as close as possible to the young woman, and so they began to awkwardly penguin-waddle back up the slope. “Baby…?”

“Yes, Luffy?”

“I’m gonna bring Sanji back. Jus’ you watch.” He sounded half-asleep as he walked, his voice drawling with exhaustion. “I’ll meet up with all of you in Wano so we can kick Kaido’s ass too…” Baby 5 hummed merrily and affectionately stroked his forearms as he tightened them around her.

“I know you will- because I need you, Luffy.” He responded with a mumble that was half-gibberish. Baby 5 chuckled and continued to lug his heavy, sleep-deadened body up the path even as her own eyes began to droop with the onset of drowsiness.

I’ll be waiting… because that is what is needed of me.

Enjoy this oneshot? Here’s Part IV! Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

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[portalford]

Nothing to Stop Us Now

AO3

“If I see one more purple mosquito thing, I’m gonna fling myself out of this tree,”  says Stan, scratching furiously at a souvenir from one of the aforementioned pests.  He’s pretty sure he killed that one, and that helps a little.

Just a little.  It still itches like the blazes.

“That would be regrettable,”  says Ford, not looking up from his sketchbook.

“You sound real regrettable,”  Stan mutters.  He gives up on the bug bite in favor of better entertainment: baiting Ford.  “This is your fault.”

Ford, unlike the bugs, doesn’t bite.  “If I remember correctly,”  he says, in a tone heavily implying that he’s never forgotten a thing in his life (which is absolutely untrue) and still without looking up from his damn drawing, “I was perfectly happy to stay in my study and had no comments about ‘stretching my legs’.”

“Don’t quote me at me,”  Stan snaps.  “You needed to get outta that dusty closet anyway.”

Ford finally takes his eyes off his page, but it’s only to lean out for a better look over the branch he’s sitting on, far enough that Stan is tempted to yank him back before the idiot falls.  “It’s fortunate that it isn’t able to climb trees, at least,”  he says, going right back to his drawing.

‘Fortunate’ is not a word Stan would apply to any part of this situation.  It’s hot, he’s thirsty, he scraped his arm climbing this tree, the branch he’s on is too skinny for his butt, and there’s two rows of sharp, slobbery teeth about ten feet below his ankles.  

Ford, predictably, has ignored these and every other grievance Stan has tried to air over the past five minutes, so Stan just snorts.

Ford ignores that, too.  He just says, “Watch out for the seedpods—my research indicated that these pods release a smell similar to hydrogen sulfide if they’re crushed.  Probably to deter predators,”  he adds, mostly to himself.

“Hydrogen what?”

“Rotten eggs, Stanley,”  Ford says solemnly, before getting sucked back into his drawing.

And yeah, Stan’s feeling pretty petulant right now, but he’s not gonna make this experience worse.  He scoots over a little, just to be safe.  Now he’s sitting on a really knobby, more wobbly, part of the branch.  Fantastic.

Stan’s pretty much over his fear of heights these days, but he’s definitely got a normal, healthy, self-preservational fear of falling.  Especially when it’s a long drop and a short stop to being a devil dog’s lunch.

Said devil dog is still staring at him with all three of its ugly yellow eyes, tongue lolling hungrily over ugly yellow teeth.

Ford, who wouldn’t know things like ‘normal’ or ‘healthy’ or ‘self-preservational’ if they bit him with all the teeth in the world, teeters out over thin air again.  He’s higher up and to the left, on a branch that looks even thinner and more uncomfortable than Stan’s, but he hasn’t said anything about it.  Stan doubts he’s even noticed.  “I wonder if there are more of them.  Surely they would have heard the racket and come looking?”

“Ford, I will literally give you a dollar to shut up,”  Stan says.

That, of all things, gets Ford’s attention.  “Really?”

“…Would you go for fifty cents?”

“No, I was just shocked that you were offering to part with money for any reason.”

“Yeah?  Well I was shocked that you were offering to shut up for any reason.”

Ford flashes a smile, sharp and challenging.  Stan’s about to meet him with another insult when the devil dog, apparently unable to handle not being the center of attention for ten seconds, rears up on the tree trunk and makes a noise like a stuck pig.

Stan makes good and sure he’s got a solid grip on the branch before screaming back.

The thing squeals louder and lunges, jaws snapping shut just below Stan’s boots.  Stan promptly pulls his feet up on the branch.  These are new boots, and if they get chewed to pieces before he’s even broken them in—

His perch shivers and bounces as Ford scrambles to his feet above him.  “Stanford for the love of God and money sit down.”

Ford does not sit down, choosing instead to hang halfway off the branch, talking all the while about “cross-species” and “evolutionary advantages” and other stuff Stan doesn’t bother to follow.

Instead, he finds himself a long twig and swats Ford’s leg with it, hard.

Ford cuts off, glaring.  “What was that for?”

Stan pokes him again.  “I know you’re super excited about this dog thing, but I am tired and sweaty and almost lost a chunk of my leg climbing this tree that I’d really like to keep and please sit down.”

Ford sits, and he even has the grace to look somewhat contrite.  He promptly ruins this by saying, “iI’s not a dog, Stanley, it’s—”

“Sixer, I literally could not care less.”  There’s a moment of silence while Stan nurses his physical bug-related injuries and Ford nurses his mental Stan-related injuries.  Stan sighs.  “Sorry.  Rough day.”  It’s more explanation than excuse, but it’s the best he’s got right now.

The devil dog yips.  Stan almost wishes he was a bit lower, just so he could try to kick it in the face.

“It’s fine, Stanley.”  Ford leans over to put a hand on his shoulder.  Stan doesn’t waste his breath telling him to stay put, because the last six warnings have made no impact whatsoever, and it’s kinda nice anyway.  “This creature is fascinating, but there are plenty of of other anomalies that can be studied without resorting to hiding in a tree.  Besides,”  he adds, sitting back and waggling his sketchbook,  “I finished my drawing.”

Stan rolls his eyes, but he can feel a smile coming on in spite of himself.  Ford has always been the most uniquely frustrating person Stan’s ever known—and Stan has known a lot of frustrating people, himself included—but there’s a kind of oblivious honesty to his frustrating-ness that Stan hasn’t found anywhere else, did without for thirty years, and would really like to never be without again, regardless of how much Ford pisses him off at times.

“Well, as long as you got your drawing.”  Stan looks at the devil dog.  The devil dog looks back.  It feels really unfair that it’s got three eyes to stare with, but that’s life for you.  “What do you wanna do about this?”

“I would suggest running for it, but that didn’t prove especially effective the first time we tried.”  Ford considers the monster below.  It hisses at him.  “Also, it’s ready for us now.”

“It’s gonna take us time to get down this tree, too,”  Stan says.  He really doesn’t want to lose these boots.  Or that chunk of his leg.  Or anything else, really.

“Hm.”  Ford stands up.  “If I can jump on it, I think it would stay stunned long enough for us to get a head start back to the Stan O’ War."

“Okay, hold up,”  Stan interrupts, loud enough to make the dog squeal.  He ignores it.  “I’m heavier’n you—if anyone’s gonna jump, shouldn’t it be me?”

“An additional nine feet should give me enough velocity to match your weight on impact,”  Ford says, like this is a reasonable thing to be talking about.  The way he’s eyeing the branch over his head is worrying Stan; he decides to nip this whole thing in the bud before Ford gets really into it.

“Yeah, no.  Way too many ‘should-be’s’ in that plan, bro.  I want to get out of this with all my bits attached.”  Redirect, redirect, redirect— “How about we throw sticks at it?”  Fantastic plan, Stan.  That’s gonna win awards for sure.

Somehow, it does.  Ford brightens like Stan said something genuinely smart and impressive.  “Stanley, that’s brilliant!”

“Throwin’ sticks?”

“What?  No, not sticks.”  Ford reaches up for one of the fist-sized green pods from the foliage around them.  “These.”

The last fifteen awful minutes are suddenly worth it, and better.  Stan knows he’s grinning like a moron and he doesn’t care.  “We’re gonna stink bomb this dog?”

“We are.”  Ford’s got that crazy glint in his eye that Stan recognizes from their wilder childhood escapades, and he doesn’t even correct Stan about the dog thing.  He hefts the pod in his hand.  “How’s your throwing arm?”

Stan puffs out his chest, brandishing a stinkpod of his own.  “You’re lookin’ at the reigning dart champion of Joe Shmoe’s Bar and Grill.”

“That was forty-odd years ago, and you cheated.”

“Still won!”

Ford rolls his eyes.  

The best way to shut the critics up is with a practical demonstration, so—

Stan lets it fly.

It hits the dog square in its ugly face and bursts.

“Moses that’s bad.”  Between the dog’s shrieking, the awful smell, and the shakiness of his seat, Stan’s not sure if he’s riled up or terrified.

Probably both.

“Impressive throw, though,”  Ford says, lining up a headshot of his own.

Thirty seconds and about half that many stinkpods later, the devil dog is but a distant memory.  Or would be, if not for the lingering stench and fading squealing of its flight.

“That’s right!”  Stan shouts, high enough on adrenaline and the choking smell that he doesn’t feel any kind of worry when he leans out over nothing.  “Tell your friends!”

“Here’s to hoping he has no friends,”  Ford replies, flinging his last stinkpod into the woods.  His mostly-level voice does nothing to hide the fact that he’s practically vibrating where he stands.

“Hell yeah,”  Stan says, fervent.  

It takes him a minute to get down, what with his legs being almost numb from sitting on that useless skinny branch for so long.  Ford has an easier time, probably on account of his near-constant jittering and jumping around.

“So I’m all for coming back here with my knuckledusters,”  Stan says, after a moment where they both just sort of stand there staring at each other across burst and battered stinkpod shells, “but can we do it tomorrow?”

“That might be for the best,”  Ford says, lifting his arm over his face and wrinkling his nose.  “I’m going to try that new odor remover I’ve been working on,”  and Stan didn’t know about that but he’s not even a little surprised,  “because I like this coat.”

“You might wanna use that stink cleaner on yourself too, Sixer,”  Stan says as they’re walking back down the beach.    “You smell like a skunk’s nightmares.”

“You could use a bath yourself, Stanley,”  Ford replies, and trips him into a tide pool.

Stan yanks him in after, and he’s laughing all the way down.

[carmineclock]

Mad About The Boy

Davesprite 03/15/2019

Your name is So- No. Your name is Dave Strider, commonly known as Sock. Yes, that's you, that's your name.

Your da- Your boss..No, your dad. Your... boss dad doesn't want you out on the streets in light of recent events, but you can only stay content with doing nothing of use for so long, so you find yourself right back in a shady back alley to get up to well, your shady business. Just little dealer things™. Perhaps one day you will be lucky enough to not freeze your ass off in the cold to sell to today's finest selection of junkies, but for now you are stuck out here.

You sigh softly while you fight to light your cigarette in the cold winter wind. God, this job blows and not even in the nice way.

Trace 03/17/2019

Your name is Trace and you may have fucked up your most recent assignment big time. Your bosses have not been too upset, but you're still concerned for the plans following up your discoveries, so you decided to stick around for a bit longer, keep an eye on the atmosphere and movements in the crew territory. Risky, especially since they might have heard of you being around, but you'd rather put your own neck on the line than risk the lifes of the others because of your mistake.

With coat and scarf drawn tightly around your face to protect you from cold and recognition, you're strolling through some backalleys. You've just turned around yet another corner when you spot him. At first you want to just walk right past him, but you do a double-take when you recognize him - one if Droog's other kids. Well uh, that's awkward.

Davesprite 03/18/2019

You almost didn't realize your company at first, too busy trying and failing to light your smoke.  When you look up you stare right at a stranger though. Shit. Play it cool.

You shoot the man finger guns and a "'Sup bro?"  Smooth. Really damn smooth, he shall never know you can't operate a lighter.

It's only after that that you actually take him  in properly. Not the guy you are waiting for right now, or one of your usual customers. Doesn't look fucked up enough to be a random junkie or rich enough to be in for a night of those famous roaring 20's parties, but hey, you never know.

You offer a variety of highly illegal but not mind altering shit after all. Maybe the guy's into Anime, you can never say for sure with weebs.

You offer him a smile, just in case.

Trace 03/20/2019

Oh well, this is awkward. And uncomfortable. You could just easily just off him and call it a day, but you've already stirred that pot plenty enough. You'd rather get his dad at this point. Abduct him to blackmail Droog? Too risky, definitely not without order.

But you also realize that you've been standing here just a second too long to act like you're just passing by. "Hey.." Smooth.

Davesprite 03/20/2019

"Hey bro, whatcha lookin for?" Your slang isn't quite area appropriate but so far no customer has complained. The way he's looking you over has you think that he was looking for you, possibly on someone's description of the hottest dealer in town until...

Wait. Does this dude have sharp teeth. And an underbite? He can't see you eye his mouth carefully thanks to your shades but you are waiting for another flash of these teeth before you decide on your course of action.

He wouldn't right? The man who murdered you sister wouldn't dare show up right in front of you.

Trace 03/21/2019

It's not that you wanted to dare.

Well, now it's too late to just turn back, is it?

"Oh, well. What you got?" you ask as innocently as a guy awkwardly trying to purchase... something, apparently. You pull your coat a little closer because... it's cold. Not because you're uncomfortable and concerned. Yeah.

Davesprite 03/22/2019

Yeah, those are a sharks teeth alright. A fucker with this kind of underbite should really stick to troll disguises.

The part you are going to regret more than anything after this is done is missing out on a gritty one liner along the lines of "Todays special offer is a nice fisting." Not a single word leaves your usually oh so chatty mouth however as instinct takes over and your fist connects with his face with a sickening crunch.

Now, you aren't a violent guy, far from it. But this piece of shit? Thinking he can still show his ugly mug on the streets after what he has done to you, to your family? No, fuck pacifism. Fuck Trace.

Your hand hurts like a bitch but you barely register it through the rage.

"If you want to pull the same shit trick twice, I have some bad fuckin news for you, fish face."

Trace 03/22/2019

Oh. Alright. You didn't see that one coming at all and so you get decked square in the face. And boy, that hurts. You hold your nose and mouth as you stumble backwards, then glare back up down to him. Guess your cover is blown once and for all. Fucking... little chicken shit. You can't really blame him for that reaction, but damn.

You actually wanted to leave here without making a scene. But should you let him know?

You lower your hand and give him a nasty grin, blood pooling around your teeth from one that got knocked out. "I can easily make it quick and just as ugly, birdie."

Davesprite 03/25/2019

"Not as ugly as your face." Now, there's probably more witty retorts you could use but fuck, turns out it's hard to find much brain space for banter like in the movies when you are blinded by rage. Action movies are a lie.

You don't spend any more time trying to channel your inner Bruce Willis, instead you blindly swing at him again.

Trace 03/28/2019

Well, this time you're prepared and you take a step back just in time. Though you're still a little surprised at the resolve this little wimp got in him. But well, his anger is justified. You can't allow yourself to feel any remorse, though you wish he didn't have to end up with Droog out of all people.

You take another step back, then walk around him. Almost like you're circling him.

"Careful what you're trying. Might hurt yourself. Can you imagine? Poor birdboy stumbles and bashes his face in on a wall."

Davesprite 03/28/2019

A growl leaves your lips, an animalistic sound you aren't sure you've ever made before or were capable of before you had the misfortune of meeting the Felt.

"Poor birdboy's gonna bash your ugly face in."

Despite your words you don't swing at him instead, instead finally unsheathing your sword, like you probably should have from the very start but there's very little quite as satisfying as hitting a motherfucker right in the face. He tries to circle you but you turn around as well, you are not letting this asshole get out of your sight.

Trace 04/01/2019

Oh, that sure is a sword. You didn't expect that. Why the hell didn't you expect that. That's a Strider thing, isn't it?

Well, on the list of weapons you're not equipped to handle in a fight, swords are very far on the top.

You're definitely not getting a step closer, making sure to stay just out of his range. But you'd rather not make any sudden unnecessary movements with a sword right before your face. Your smile falters, though for just a moment. You smirk at him again when you reply. "I doubt that. But yanno, think I bugged you and your family enough for the moment. Say, how's your daddy doing?"

Davesprite 04/02/2019

Fuck yeah it's a sword, bitch.

You do catch the change in expression, brief as it may be, and feeling like you are actually in control of a situation is... Well it's definitely something you could get used to. There's a rush to it, and suddenly you understand perfectly how Mr. D handles his job.

"Dad's doin' great, thanks for asking. Mighty busy planning on what to do with your mangled remains after he's done with your ugly face. Gonna be a sight to behold, I'm sure."

You don't make another move towards him, you are fully expecting him to fuck off and that's just fine with you. Your hand still throbs, a reminder of the small revenge you managed to get. It's not nearly enough, but it will do for now.

Trace 04/05/2019

"Hm, should be planning a funeral instead, shouldn't he?" You really don't want to run and look a coward, but you're sharp enough to see when a retreat is the only sensible option. You're not going to look all scared and paniced though. Instead you take a step back, further out of range, and pull a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket to light some, totally cool and unimpressed. "Who knows, if he's too caught up in his plans and doesn't watch out, he might be losing another kid. I'm sure the Doc would love to meet you again."

Davesprite 04/08/2019

"You'd better get busy writing your own will instead of talking about funerals."

This absolute piece of shit. The cool act you could take, as much as it fuels your anger but the remarks about Scratch? Now that has you seeing red and you swing at him.

"Scratch will see me the day we have his head."

Trace Last Tuesday at 9:39 AM

Huh, that lil guy has more guts than you gave him credit for. The swing has you take another step backwards, and then some more in case he keeps going.

"Hah" you cackle hoarsely. "I wanna see that. Until then.." Yeah, time to get out of here, and you do just that. Turn around and dash off into a path you know will lead you back somewhere safe. Can't afford to have the crew make a hunt on you by staying any longer in their territory.

Davesprite Last Friday at 8:09 PM

Yeah, you better fuck off, asshole. You want to yell that but you don't, catching your breath instead. Fuck. Fuuuck.

That sure just happened.

You don't know how long you stand there, starring at the spot you last saw Trace at but when you finally move it's to collect your prize. Your very own shark tooth.

You are going to treasure that one.

[prettyfunkyunorganized]

Sugar Daddy Hanzo part 9

Hey guys, I’m sick as well as moving to a new town, so please forgive how short this chapter is. Just 2,500ish words. Hopefully, I can get the packing done soon and maybe get out another chapter this weekend. Take care, everyone!

BTW, this whole business world AU is based on my bud @watch-your-grammer‘s post here. She’s glorious and so is her work.

The rest of the story: pt one, pt two, pt three, pt four, pt five, pt six, pt seven, part eight

You rubbed your eyes as best you could without ruining your makeup and sighed. It felt as if you hadn’t had a good night’s rest in ages, not since the first time you and Hanzo had broken it off. Now, two months since Genji’s house party, you were still feeling crumpled and confused. Yes, the initial pain had subsided quite a bit, but your desire to be with him again was still raging like an inferno. As was your resentment at how terribly you missed Hanzo.

“Distractions,” you whispered to yourself as you slipped on your shoes, “I just need to be focused on something else. I’ll be fine. He’s just a boy, I’ll get over it.”

Which was worse, trying to force yourself to hate a man, or clinging on to every memory you had together like a desperate fanatic?

“Christ,” you hissed, “I’m starting to sound like Lori.”

As soon as you had tossed on your coat, your phone began to sing, and you smiled. “Hey Lucio,” you chuckled as you answered, “did you change my ringtone when I wasn’t looking?”

“Of course I did,” he laughed, “no college of mine is going to have a generic ringtone! Besides, ain’t you supposed to be repping me? Makes sense that you have one of my hits bumping out your cell every time I call!”

“Good point,” you nodded, checking your hair in the mirror one last time. “You here?”

“Yeah, I’m downstairs. You ready?”

“Be there in a sec,” you said, more cheerily than you had sounded in weeks. When your favorite client had surprised you at work the other day, things had instantly felt one hundred-times better. Lucio was always lively, excited, and willing to do just about anything to help someone have a good time. Which was where you came in. When he went a little over the top or stepped on a few toes with his . . . aggressive approach to philanthropy, you came in to smooth things over and convince media outlets to avoid heated words without knowing the facts.

“Lookin’ swanky, girl,” Lucio said as he waved you into his bright yellow sports car. “Those the frog earrings I sent you?!”

“Well of course,” you giggled, “they’re my favorite, and like you said, I’m here repping you.”

“Nice,” he said giving you a loud high five, “and might I say, you’re rocking that bright green dress.”

You flushed, “It’s not too much, is it?”

“No way! Just look at me,” he snorted, lowering his gold-rimmed sunglasses and gesturing to the shimmering golden equipment strapped to his legs. Even though he wasn’t the DJ at tonight’s event, the man wouldn’t be caught dead unprepared if the opportunity to ‘up the tempo’ arose.

“I suppose it’s not every day I get to go to a disco, so I may as well bring out the glittery go-go boots while I can,” you grinned.

“Now that’s what I like to hear,” Lucio cheered, pulling away from the curb like a wild man and cranking the radio, “Woo, let’s get this party started!”

As the two of you drove, Lucio chattered away almost nonstop, only interrupting his stories about his tour to bop along to the radio. He would automatically harmonize with any vocals, and his perfect tone gave you shivers.

“Is something up,” he eventually asked as he pulled up to the line for the valet parking, “you’re not usually this quiet.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” you lied, eyeing the big Overwatch logo on the massive limo in front of you.

“Hey,” Lucio said, turning down the music, “come on, talk to me. That’s why you’re my favorite person to work with – you’re honest with me, no matter if I do great or if I really screw something up.”

You looked over to him and sighed. Lucio wasn’t just a client, he was a friend, too. The two of you had fumbled through the beginning of your careers together and backed each other up when things went haywire. He had helped you build an amazing resume, and you had helped him become a household name.

“It’s just,” you began awkwardly, “I kinda had a bad break up a while ago, and I’m really hoping he won’t be here tonight.”

“Oof,” he grunted with a grimace, “that’s the worst. You were right when you told me not to date that pop star, ended in a world of hurt and I have to see her everywhere! This guy, would he be here on the famous people end, or on the sponsoring end?”

“Sponsoring, I guess,” you said waving your hand at the Overwatch circle in frustration.

“You were dating someone with Overwatch,” Lucio asked somewhat incredulously. You nodded. “Well, at least you know how to pick ‘em. Was he a bigwig? Most of the time only bigwigs come to these things. And old friends,” he added, elbowing you gently.

“He’s a bigwig,” you groaned, watching as Gabe, Lena, and Mei all shuffled out of the back seat. Maybe you would get lucky and avoid having to share a room with Hanzo tonight, but that seemed way too fucking unlikely.

“See him,” Lucio asked, leaning around to try to get a better look.

“No, but his brother’s here,” you said softly as Genji waved to the cameras flashing at him.

Lucio leaned over the steering wheel and gave you a sad look. “This is really bothering you, isn’t it?”

“It was a big, stupid, ugly mess,” you huffed. “I just want to get over it and move on.”

“Well that can be arranged,” he beamed, “all you gotta do is promise me you’re going to have some fun tonight, no matter if this jerk is in here or not.”

“How you do you know he’s a jerk,” you asked, slumping onto the armrest doubtfully. How could you enjoy yourself if you were going to be assaulted with Hanzo’s handsome face all night?

“The guy’s got to be a jerk, he let you go,” Lucio said with a wink, “and besides, even if he’s not a jerk we can pretend his is for the new couple of hours and rub our good time in his face. Because that’s what friends do – help their pals get dramatic revenge at fancy parties.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Lucio’s devious and cute smirk, “Alright, I’ll do my best to have a great time, no matter what.” Besides, it looked like Hanzo wasn’t going to show anyway.

“Hell yeah! First round’s on me,” he said sitting up in his seat and accidentally bumping the horn. The chorus from his current number one hit blared out and made the Overwatch crew jump. Lucio quickly rolled down his window and hung out the window. “Sorry ‘bout that!”

As soon as the paparazzi saw him, the crowd went wild with cheers and photographs and calls for his attention, which Lucio soaked up graciously. He waved and blew a few kisses before shouting, “Hey, how about these Overwatch folks though, am I right? Gotta love a group of people who’re trying to make the world safer.” With this, he plopped back in the driver’s seat and grinned at you. “Whoops.”

“Very good of you to put the attention back on Overwatch,” you laughed, “being humble is always a good look.”

“Just being honest, I really do have a lot of respect for those guys,” he said. “I suppose it would be rude of me to ask you to introduce me to some of them considering the circumstances, right?”

“Um, rain check,” you asked bashfully.

“Next time,” Lucio agreed.

After a moment or two, it was Lucio’s and your turn to walk up the party, only there was much more shrieking and, ‘we love you’ shouts than Overwatch had received. So many fans fawning over your friend, all you could do was shake your head. However, when he looped his arm in yours to lead you to the door, you went bright red, and the crowd gasped.

“Uh, Lucio,” you said tentatively.

“Let them jump to conclusions,” he scoffed, “it makes for good news, and if your ex comes around I want him to know that he’s going to have to deal with me if he wants to bug you.”

A snort burst from you as you looked at Lucio’s incredibly un-scary ‘tough-guy’ face. “He’s going to be petrified,” you laughed.

“Hey,” he said, feigning being hurt, “are you saying I’m not formidable? ‘Cause you know I am.”

“You’re the best, Lucio, that’s what you are,” you snickered as you pulled him to the door.

The lobby was decked out in neon lights and fluorescent colors, making you blink involuntarily. “Damn,” you gaped, looking at the tie-dye carpet that led to the massive glass elevator, “they really went all out.”

Suddenly Lucio gasped and gripped your arm and shook you. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! It’s D. Va!”

“The pilot and gamer girl? Wonder what she is – Holy shit! She brought her mech?! That’s – ” you reeled.

“That’s the coolest fucking thing ever,” Lucio squealed like an excited little kid. “You think she’d let me say hi? Or is that weird and needy? Or too super fan-y?”

“Didn’t she tweet out a few months ago that she was super bummed she wouldn’t be able to see your show in Seoul and – ”

“And gave that ticket to one of her fans! That’s right! She’s badass and a good person,” Lucio said with a wide smile.

“Not to mention a fan of yours,” you said. “Go see her! I’m sure she’d love to hang out with a fellow ‘badass and good person’ like yourself.”

Before you knew what was happening Lucio had swept you up in a massive hug. “Thanks, girl! You cool on your own for a few?”

“I’ll be fine,” you said shoving him away playfully, “now go, goofball.”

He scuttled off and disappeared into the growing hub of party-goers waiting for the elevator. You headed to the catering table nearby to wait, absently looking at the twelve disco balls twirling above you.

“Pretty, isn’t it,” snapped a familiar voice from behind you. You frowned and twisted around.

“Lori? What the – what are you doing here,” you asked worriedly. Since the whole incident with Hanzo, you hadn’t seen much of her, especially after she got fired for pitching fits at work all the time and trying to sabotage your work. Judging by her enraged scowl, she hadn’t gotten over it.

“Watching the mother-fucking finger food,” she snarled, gesturing to her little apron.

“Oh,” you said, taking a step back, “I, um – ”

“You ruined my life,” she seethed, grabbing your arm and pulling you toward her.

“Lorelai,” you sighed, “I’m sorry about the way things went down, I really am, but come on, can’t we just put it behind us?”

“What,” she said with an unsettling laugh, “you want to be friends again? No way in hell.”

“That’s not what I want,” you frowned, “but I don’t think charging me at a party is necessary either. That, and you weren’t exactly ‘friend of the year’ anyway.”

“You stole my boyfriend! You’re the shitty friend,” she barked, dragging you toward a corner. The music was so loud her outburst hadn’t turned any heads, but the sudden confrontation had a few people looking on curiously. Lori had always been very good at causing a scene.

“Look,” you sighed, “will it make you feel better if I tell you we’re no longer together?”

“What,” she asked, her voice no longer filled with malice.

“Yeah, I broke it off,” you shrugged, “had to.”

Lori’s head dipped back as she laughed mockingly. “Bullshit! He probably dumped you, saw what a damned mistake he made with your ugly ass.”

“Believe what you want,” you said trying to yank your arm away from hers, “but it’s over, for he and I, for you and I, now leave me alone.”

“No,” she growled, shoving you toward the wall and reaching for her apron’s pocket, “we’re not done yet, you homewrecker.”

“Woah now,” a very tall woman said as she approached the two of you, “is it not a little early in the party for fights to be starting up? I have not even had a drink yet.”

The stranger tried to put a hand on Lori’s shoulder, but your former friend was quicker, pulling out a small handgun and pointing it at you. Before anyone had time to say anything, Lori fired a shot at you.

You watched in horror as the big woman snatched Lori’s wrist and twisted it behind her before pinning her to the ground. The woman was a beast, holding tiny Lori with one hand and shoving the gun in her waistband with the other as if it were nothing before looking up to you. “Are you al– pizda rulyu.”

Everything felt tight and wrong as you tried to take a breath. But nothing happened, at least not as it was supposed to. Everything hurt as you looked down and saw the blood pouring from your chest. But it couldn’t be yours, could it? Everything swayed to the side as you touched your breast and the blinding pain hit you. But the choking feeling in your throat was somehow even more oppressive.

Somewhere you could see flurries of movement and frenzied noises, but your mind couldn’t process anything but your inability to take a proper breath. You were so scared. And confused. What had happened? What was happening? What was going to happen to you? Were you – were you dying? You looked up at the faces trying to help you, but they only frightened you more.

None of them were familiar.

Where was Lucio?

Where was Mags? And the rest of the girls?

Where was your mom? Your dad?

Where was your grandmother? Your grandfather?

Where was Hanzo?

You wanted Hanzo.

You didn’t want to die without him.

Instead of words, you hacked out blood as you tried to ask for him, which made you panic triple, but your body wasn’t your own right now. It flopped about and trembled and leaked and sputtered without your control. Everything was so blurry and painful. You grabbed out for someone – anyone who could help you find someone you loved, but no one understood. They laid you down and tried to stop the bleeding and said things you were sure were kind, but nothing helped.

Everything hurt, and you wanted Hanzo.

That’s all you wanted.

To tell him he was an asshole for ever ruining what you had together.

To tell him he was the best sex you’d ever had.

To tell him he was a persnickety dick.

To tell him he was the most important person in your life.

To tell him he was an uptight grouch who was about to turn everyone away.

To tell him he was an incredible man for trying so hard to better himself.

To tell him he was a pain in the ass.

To tell him he was the only man you’d ever loved.

But you wouldn’t get the chance.

He wasn’t here.

And you couldn’t force yourself to stay awake any longer.

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Hcs pets

A hc or two

       [ ooc ] I don’t talk abt it very often mostly bc i never 100% thought it through, but Kaiba. Has a dog. He’s 110% a dog person and has a fine appreciation for those more often considered ugly. His current dog is named Anubis, and was found abandoned near a Kaibacorp sponsored archaeology dig a little before DSOD, probably. Idk, never 100% settled on smth for that part. I know we also talked about Kaiba getting a service dog, Horus, which is... actually smth I really want to happen to my Kaiba in his canon, but he most likely wouldn’t get one until a little later in his life. 

       Uh... specific stuff abt kaiba’s dog ( and future service dog )

       Anubis is... dumb as shit, and doesn’t like Mokuba too much- Not so much in the sense that he’ll bite or growl, but... he likes eating Mokuba’s shoes. He likes eating anything in general, actually, but specifically Mokuba’s shoes. Anubis is also very clingy and gets jealous easily ( He’ll try to wiggle between ryou and seto when they kiss or cuddle lmao ). Anubis is a xolo and I should change that but Honestly. I don’t care enough. 

       And. Horus. I haven’t thought anything through about Horus personality-wise per say? Or even breed. Horus is just.. Seto’s service dog. Trained to help ground Kaiba and alert to episodes ( both to alert Seto and, in case of emergency, alert Isono, Mokuba, or Ryou ) , as well as help w/ paranoia by searching for intruders in the mansion. Horus has also been trained in retrieving Seto’s medication. Kaiba... tends to trip over him a lot, though. Probably... a very prideful lookin’ dog. The kind of dog people would think to be fitting of Seto rather than the drooly lil bug-eyed Anubis. Kaiba would love both of them w/ all his heart tho. 

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Hazbin Hotel: Garbage

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Angel loved watching Cassie grow up.  Even when his family forced him to go back to work, he came back to her and Maggie as often as he could.  He hired a nanny when Maggie went back to school, but he did the job himself whenever it was possible for him.  Angel wanted Cassie to get the attention that he and Mollie never received from their father.

It paid off.  Cassie loved him.  Everyone could tell.  She was a Daddy’s girl.  She looked at Angel like he hung the moon.  As she grew up, she showed that love by imitating the things he did.  It was at once terrifying and flattering, but other times, it was hilarious.

One of those times, Angel was bouncing Cassie up and down his lap one evening while listening to the radio, smoking a cigarette, and waiting for then 18-year-old Maggie to get ready for them to go out for his birthday which happened to be on Valentine’s Day.  

It was February, and Cassie was 11-months-old and looking adorable in her dark pink dress.  She had said her first words not too long ago.  Angel had turned 20 and was determined to teach her every dirty word he knew like the responsible parent he was.  

“Come on, Cassie,” Angel said helping her keep her balance as she stood on top of his knees.  “Say it.  Say it for Daddy.  I know you can do it.”

“D-D-D…” Cassie said struggling to get her lips to repeat what her father was saying to her.  “D…D…”

“Come on, Cassie,” Angel said gently.  “Say it with me.  Damn.  Slowly just like this.  D-amn.  Damn.  Damn.”

“D-amn,” Cassie said.  “Damn.  Damn…”

“Oh, my God!” Angel yelled excitedly.  “You did it!  Cassie, you just said your first swear word.  Daddy is so proud of you.”

Sensing her father’s excitement, Cassie smiled and repeated, “Damn.  Dada.  Damn.  Damn.  Damn.  Dada.”

Angel laughed out loud and held Cassie close to him.  She gave him a hug while repeating the word next to his ear which made Angel laugh even harder.

“What are you laughin’ about, Angel?” Maggie asked as she emerged from her room in her purple evening gown.

“Ooh, murder!” Angel exclaimed at seeing his “wife’s” dress.  “Someone’s lookin’ hot tonight.”

“You like it?” Maggie asked.  

“Yeah, you almost look like a grown woman.”

“Oh, shove it.  Why were you laughin’?”

“Mag, listen to this,” Angel said turning their daughter around to face her mother.  “Cassie, say ‘damn.’”

“Damn,” Cassie said with a smile.

Maggie laughed out loud, and Cassie and Angel laughed with her.

“Oh, my God,” Maggie said between fits of laughter.  “I can’t breathe…That is hysterical…Wait, did you change her dress?”

“Yes, I did.  I bought it just the other day.  Ain’t she just cute as a bug’s ear?”

“Angel, why?”

“Are you kidding me?  That other dress was ugly, Maggie.  I wasn’t about to let Cassie go out in public in that thing, so I took that thing off and threw it in the garbage where it belonged…”

“What?!” Maggie exclaimed.

“Garbage!” Cassie interrupted.

“That’s right, Cass,” Angel said to the baby sitting on his lap.  “Garbage.  That’s two new words in one day.  You’re so smart… Maggie, where’d you get that hideous thing anyway?”

“My aunt needed money since my uncle lost his job, Angel, so I offered to pay her to make dresses for Cassie.  I know they look terrible, but I can’t just send them back…”

“Wait.  Them?  How many did you order?”

“Uh…” Maggie said quickly running into the kitchen, picking up a box filled with dresses, and bringing it out to Angel.  “A whole box full.”

“Maggie, why would you order so many?” Angel asked while standing up, putting his daughter on the floor, and tossing the cigarette he was smoking out the open window.

“Angel, what are you littering for?” Maggie chided as she kneeled on the ground next to the box.  “Ain’t this city dirty enough?”

“There’s a garbage dumpster down there,” Angel said kneeling next to her.  “Yeesh, will ya calm down?  You are all nerves, honey.”

“Garbage!” Cassie said excitedly pointing out the window.

“That’s right, Cass,” Angel said nodding his head.  “There’s garbage out there.”

Maggie smiled as she picked Cassie up, leaned against the couch, gave her daughter a kiss, and said, “Who’s Mama’s little genius?  I’m sorry, Angel.  I just don’t know what to do about my aunt.  She’s been desperate to rake in some extra dough.”

“Well, she ain’t gonna make it selling these rags,” Angel quipped as he started picking out dresses, twisting his face in disgust at them, and placing them in a pile next to the box.  “I’ll see if any of these are salvageable, but I got a feelin’ that most of these are gonna be garbage.”

“Garbage!” Cassie yelled scampering out of her mother’s lap and pointing at the growing pile of dresses.  “Garbage!”

“See, even Cassie agrees with me,” Angel said playfully rubbing his daughter’s head.  “Who’s a smart baby?  You are!”

Maggie knelt down at the other side of the box and started picking out dresses herself.

“You’re right, but Angel, what do I do?” Maggie asked.  “Aunt Dolores is as sweet as pie.  If I take them back, it’ll break her heart.”

“Garbage, garbage, garbage…Oh, my God!” Angel said as he continued adding more dresses to the garbage pile.  “Is your aunt colorblind?  Who in their right mind would think these colors would ever look good together?  My eyes are bleeding.  You don’t have to tell her off, Mag, but there’s no way in hell that I’m letting Cassie go out in public in this garbage.”

“Garbage,” Cassie said imitating her father as she picked up a dress and put her mouth on it.

“And how,” Angel said giving his daughter a smile before he turned back to pulling dresses out of the box.  

“I guess we’ll find something else to do with ‘em,” Maggie said picking up and grimacing at another dress.  “Do you have any ideas?”

Unbeknownst to them both, Cassie had waddled over to the open window and tossed the dress she was chewing on out of it while saying, “Garbage!”

“Hmmm…” Angel said as Cassie picked up another dress and did the same thing without getting his attention.  “Let me think.  Hey!  I got it.  My Dad’s eventually gonna call for a few places to be torched.  I could give this to the torches as burning material.”

“Angel, that’s not funny,” Maggie said trying to suppress a smile as Cassie picked up a few more dresses and continued her work without her paying attention.  

“Then, why are ya smilin’, Mag?” Angel asked playfully.

Maggie stuck her tongue out at her “husband” and sat there thinking while Cassie kept throwing dresses out the window behind their backs.  

“We could give ‘em to an orphanage,” Maggie suggested while Cassie picked up another dress.  

“That’s cruel, Mag,” Angel joked pulling the last dress out of the box and just holding it in his lap.  “Why would you inflict that kind of sufferin’ on little children?”

“Well, I don’t want them to go to waste,” Maggie said before Cassie waddled back over picking up another dress.

“They wouldn’t go to waste if the torches were usin’ them,” Angel replied sarcastically as Cassie tossed out the last dress sitting on the floor.

“But do they have to be used for evil?”

“They were conceived in evil.  Look at them.”

Angel sighed, looked at the dress in his lap, heard his stomach growl, and said, “We can always figure this out later, Mag.  Tonight, it’s my birthday and I’m hungry.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Maggie replied as she finally got to her feet.

Before Angel could get to his, he saw Cassie pull the dress out of his lap and drag it to the window.  

“What are ya doin’ with that, babe?” Angel asked.

Cassie lifted it to the window sill and started pushing it out as she did the other ones.

“Cassie, no!” Maggie yelled running over to try to stop her.  “What are you doin’?!”

But it was too late, Cassie pushed the final dress out the window before anyone had time to react.  

Just then, Angel and Maggie noticed the blank spot on the floor where all the dresses had been stacked, looked at each other, and walked over to the window to get a closer look at the garbage dumpster below.

“Cassie, sweetheart, what did you do?” Angel asked gently.

“Garbage!” Cassie yelled proudly as she pointed out the window.

Angel looked back at Maggie.  They were silent for a moment before he bust out in laughter.  Maggie laughed, too.  It was about a minute before either of them could speak.

Maggie stopped chuckling and said, “I guess that solves that problem.  Now, I don’t have to lie to my aunt.”

“Yeah, our girl is a genius,” Angel said pushing the window shut and locking it before scooping Cassie up in his arms.  “Good job, gorgeous.  Come on.  Let’s go get our coats on and get something to eat.”