#i have so much more to say but I gotta cut myself off lmao

[dragon-spaghetti]

The O'Neil Siblings

RAMBLE POST TIME WITH ART!! Okok so; in this au, Donnie is found by April and her family just after a storm. Splinter was out looking for supplies and was on his way back when the storm suddenly hit, but unfortunately his three remaining children are swept away when the alley kinda floods. A 2/3 year old April spots the squirming little turtle, and she gained a brother from there ✨

They grow up very close!! Their parents absolutely adore both of them, and they both attend school together (though in different year groups). To prevent as many questions about Donnie, he is just said to have some genetic conditions and wears many layers to hide as much of his skin as possible; hoodies, trousers, gloves, socks, scarves, the iconic purple mask, etc etc:

He's just a lil guy!! A fun fact that's a tangent for another day is that they were both actually friends w the purple dragons as kids :) but anyways

They've always been close. However, as they learn of the Hidden City etc at ages 14 and 16, things start to become tense as secrets are kept

Again, a tangent for another day, but they meet Mayhem, Draxum, Mikey, and most importantly here Raph all on the same day. Donnie and Raph then keep in contact and, despite knowing April would probs be fine with it, he.. finds himself keeping it a secret. This leads to many a misunderstanding as he starts sneaking around, meeting up with Raph to investigate wtf is happening

April is irritated by the secrecy, especially because she is not stupid. She can guess who he's hanging out with and what they're doing, and doesn't get why her brother is tryna keep it hush hush. So, tension. She actually meets Splinter after an argument with Donnie 🥲

It's around the time of Shadow Of Evil that everything kinda comes out, and they reveal everything to each other; Raph, Splinter, how Draxum is the turtles' creator, it's all out in the open finally and they both feel like a weight has been taken off their shoulders; no more secrets. It is from this moment that Splinter also promises to train them, as unbeknownst to the teenagers shit is really about to hit the fan as the Dark Armour is being rebuilt. However in the meantime they're back to being silly lmao

They aren't keeping things anymore, however there are still problems and fears; most notably, April is worried that Donnie has now found his 'true' family, that he'll leave her and their parents behind. Meanwhile, Donnie's fear of never being quite good enough is hitting harder after Many Unhappy Returns, scared he won't be accepted by Splinter and his brother(s) and also afraid that the family he grew up with will encourage him to leave now that he's found his 'own kind'. It's all paranoia obviously on both their fronts, none of that is an option for even a second, but it is haunting them

[dan-crimes]

It's so funny trying to look back @ what my core knowledge of Sonic the Hedgehog games are and like I'm fairly sure I knew about the orca level, I knew abt the Chaos Emeralds and Sonic (obviously) as well as Amy having a crush on Sonic and Tails being like a little kid and I knew abt Eggman and that he wanted the Chaos Emeralds to power his machines and that he was in this egg shaped ship thing

Not sure about anything else tho like if I had any other knowledge of the characters (before joining the Internet) the only reason I remember that I knew that prior to anyone else telling me stuff besides my main irl source is bcuz I would imagine stuff abt Sonic and Friends based on certain songs and I know those were like the base components while imagining that stuff :P

[drabbles-mc]

Take It Down

Sydney Adamu x Richie Jerimovich Carmen Berzatto & Neil Fak

For @storiesofsvu's Holiday Bingo 2023! Prompt: decorations Also completely inspired by @withmyteeth, like so many of my favorite fics are

Warnings: 18+, language

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Shout-out to Cricket for always having a never-ending supply of inspiration for all of my fictional faves. I owe you my life and also like 50% of my masterlist lmao. This is just a fun and silly little something-something!

The Bear Taglist: @garbinge @hausofmamadas @darqchilddaydreamz @ashlingnarcos @narcolini @justreblogginfics (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

It wasn’t Christmas yet. There were still a couple weeks to go before it would be Christmas. The rest of the world was in full holiday swing, but stepping into The Bear wiped that entire slate clean. There were no decorations up in the dining room—it looked classy and beautiful the way that it always did, but it wasn’t festive. No one found the lack of décor surprising, per se, because they all knew Carmy and they knew enough about the history of Berzatto Christmas Bullshit to know that he wasn’t going to be decking the halls of the restaurant.

Just because Carmy had a deficit of Christmas spirit, though, didn’t mean that everyone else was in the same boat. No one was feeling bold enough to try and throw a tree up in the dining area, but apparently someone had been bold enough to sprinkle some holiday cheer back in the kitchen.

“What the fuck is this?” Carmen asked, standing directly below the light that was previously hanging perfectly centered above the expo.

Everyone turned to see what he was looking at. Richie stepped over to him, crossing his arms across his chest as he looked at the same spot. “Looks like mistle—”

“I know what it is, cousin,” Carmy cut him off.

“You asked,” Richie shot back with a scoff.

Carmy shook his head. Looking over at Richie, he gestured to the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. “How, how the—who put this here?”

Richie held his hands up in surrender, was halfway through taking a breath to try and defend himself from the accusations he knew were about to come his way, when he heard someone giggling in the midst of everyone. He dropped his hands back down to his sides, brows coming together as he turned and looked to see who it was, not that it was really much of a question to anyone if they thought about it for more than five seconds.

“Neil Geoff,” Richie said, trying to sound annoyed with him the way that he usually did but struggling because the only thing he enjoyed more than harassing Fak was anyone harassing Carmy. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

He forced himself to get his giggles under control as he shrugged. “I don’t need to say anything for myself.” He gestured above their heads. “It’s mistletoe!”

“Yeah, we know what it is, Fak,” Carmy said. He looked like he was ready to grab a chair from the dining room so he could climb up and take it down himself. “Why did you hang it up?”

“C’mon, it’s almost Christmas! Have some holiday cheer.”

“What the fuck does mistletoe have to do with holiday cheer?” he shot back, running his hand along his browbone like he was going to flatten the stress out of himself.

Richie piped in before Fak could. “Maybe he thought if someone planted one on you, you might loosen the fuck up a little bit.”

Carmy waved him off. “Shut the fuck up.” Looking at Fak, he pointed at him and then up at the mistletoe. “Take it down.”

“I can’t!”

“You can’t?”

“Someone’s gotta kiss under it, Carm! If I take it down before that it’s bad luck!” Fak argued.

“We don’t need more bad luck,” Richie agreed, his tone so coated with sarcastic seriousness it was hard for everyone around them not to laugh.

Carmy was looking back and forth between both of them. “You’re both gonna have some bad luck if no one takes this shit—”

“We need to open,” Sydney begrudgingly inserted herself into the conversation, “so if we could finish this argument after dinner service, that would be ideal, I think.”

“I’m not leaving that shit up for all of dinner service,” Carmy said as he shook his head.

“Why?” Richie asked with a laugh. “Afraid no one is gonna wanna step up and kiss you?”

“Or he’s afraid that everyone is gonna be too busy kissing each other to do their work,” Fak chimed in before Carmy could answer.

“I’m not afraid,” he tried to stop both of them. “I’m fuckin’ annoyed. Take it down!”

“I can’t!”

Syd rolled her eyes throwing her hands up in exasperation. “Oh my god! No one cares!” She turned to Carmy. “We open in three. Can we just let it go?”

“No. I’m not leaving it up there. It’s, it’s fuckin’ ridiculous.”

“You’re fuckin’ ridiculous,” Richie muttered.

Carmy’s gaze snapped over to Richie. “Cousin, I swear to—”

“Two minutes,” Sydney cut him off.

Carmy looked back over at Fak. “Take it down.”

“It’s bad luck!”

Carmy almost wanted to argue that there was no such thing as bad luck, but there was too much in his life and the lives of those around him that pointed to the contrary. However, he didn’t think that his luck, good or bad, was influenced by something as simple and silly as mistletoe hanging over their goddamn expo. But he also knew that if he said something to that effect, Richie was going to come right back with some comment about how he shouldn’t be so sure about that since his love life was either a fucking mess or completely nonexistent.

They also had about sixty seconds left until they had to open.

“Oh my god,” Sydney said as she looked over at Fak. “Neil, please. Just, take it down.”

“Can’t do it. Not until someone does the thing!”

Richie rolled his eyes. “Fuck me. We don’t have all day!” Stepping in, he placed his hands on the outsides of Sydney’s arms and pulled her up and into a kiss. It was short, almost harsh in the way that it knocked the wind out of Sydney’s lungs. It was over almost as soon as it started and Richie wasn’t even looking at Sydney when it was over, immediately turning to Fak and Carmy. “There! We all happy now?”

Carmy smacked Richie, the back of his hand colliding harshly with Richie’s shoulder. “Cousin! You can’t just fuckin—that’s sexual harassment! Don’t just fuckin’ take her and—”

Sydney cut him short, still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. “Stop, Chef. It’s, uh, it’s fine. I’m good. Let’s just,” she turned to Richie, “let’s just open? Alright? We can do that now?”

Carmy sighed, shaking his head as he stared at Sydney in disbelief. He thought that if anyone was going to be on his side about Richie’s behavior it was going to be her. But there was no time to get into it all. He also had the feeling that the more he talked about it, the angrier he was going to get about it, and the more that Richie was going to give him a hard time.

“Fine, fine. Yeah.” He looked at Richie. “Go ahead and open, cousin.”

Richie nodded, the self-satisfied grin on his face enough to make Carmy want to hit him again only this time with a closed fist to his jaw. “Yes, Chef.”

Once Richie was heading out to the dining area, Carmy turned back to Fak. “Take that shit down. Now.”

“Alright! Alright. Now I can.” He fell into his half-muttering. “No more bad luck now. Would be nice if you had some holiday cheer but—”

“Fak!” Carmy shouted to stop him.

“Taking it down!” Fak said, finally stepping away to get his ladder so he could restore the kitchen to its former glory.

Carmy dismissed the rest of the small crowd that had gathered, telling them to get back to wherever the fuck they were before everything started. They were about to have people coming in to eat, after all, and none of the customers were going to wait or give a shit about their arguments back in the kitchen.

When everyone else had dispersed, Carmy returned his attention to Sydney. “Sorry about that. You, uh, you good?” He knew there must’ve been a more graceful way to ask that question but grace hadn’t ever been his strong suit.

“I’m fine,” she said, giving a small and dismissive wave of her hand. “I’m fine and we’re open now so I really gotta…” she trailed off and gestured towards where the orders were about to start flowing in.

“Right, right.”

He stepped out of the way, acutely aware that there were about a thousand other things that he could have and should have been doing, but he couldn’t quite pry himself away. He stared at her for another moment, gaze flicking over to the glass pane that let him see out into the dining area. He watched as Richie saw people to their seats, and he would have easily wasted much more time looking back and forth between the two of them if Fak hadn’t reappeared with a ladder.

“Here to strip away the only piece of Christmas The Bear has ever—”

“Just take it down,” Carmy stopped his sentence short.

“I’m going!”

Sydney was trying not to laugh at the two of them and was barely successful. She wasn’t laughing but she was still smiling. “Can’t believe you’re making him take that down now when we’re about to start—”

“I figured you of all people would want it gone,” Carmy argued, defensive already. “Keep you from getting fuckin’ harassed by Richie again.”

Syd was shaking her head as she finished getting herself settled and organized. “I’m just saying maybe it’s not the best time.”

“Am I leaving this up here?” Fak asked from the top of the ladder. “Because I’ll leave it up here.”

“No!” they both answered in unison.

“Dammit!” Fak made no move to hide his exasperation and disappointment.

Richie strode back into the kitchen just in time to hear Fak voice his feelings. He couldn’t help but to laugh. “If you want me to kiss you, Neil Geoff, you’re gonna have to find another way.”

“Yeah, right,” Fak said as he got down from the ladder, mistletoe in his hand, “like I would ever want to kiss you.” He shoved the small plant with its pretty red bow right into Richie’s chest. “Not even to avoid bad luck.”

Fak was walking away before Richie could try and come back with a clever response. Instead, Richie looked over at Carmy, waiting for him to say something. He must’ve also been struggling to come up with something pithy and cutting to say, because he just gave one last shake of his head in Richie’s direction before turning on his heel so he could go do his actual job. The one that had nothing to do with holiday decorations.

Richie looked down at the mistletoe in his hand and then looked over at Sydney who was already immersed in her work. Walking over, he stopped so that he was standing right next to her. Sydney had watched the whole thing happen in her peripheral and had made a concentrated effort to not say anything to him about anything, let alone what had happened before. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was still thinking about it, that she had any type of feeling in the wake of it.

“Want the good luck charm?” Richie asked with a laugh. He dangled the mistletoe in front of her, watching her shake her head and try not to burst into laughter. “Something to remember me by? Maybe even cash in on later?”

“There are plenty of things that you need to be doing right now that aren’t this, Chef,” she replied but avoided answering the question.

“Want me to leave it in your locker?” he teased.

Sydney hated the fact that she could feel warmth creeping up her neck and into her face. “Richie.”

Richie laughed and clapped her lightly on the shoulder. “I’ll leave it in your locker.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then can you run these plates?” she called after him.

“Sure thing, Chef!” he yelled back, laughing the entire time.

[fahbev]

Babs, Bruce and Danny in my dpxdc merfolk au!!!

argh, plz excuse the poorly edited photo lmao- lost a lot of detail TvT

Babs has her info Here. But this is her design! I’m not actually entirely sure if any of these designs are final, i might tweak them, but here she is! I gave her necklaces.

Bruce is based on a leatherback sea turtle! The spots aren’t actually super accurate to a leatherback’s underside, but if you look at it a little harder... you may find a fun little easter egg. It’s subtle... or at least i tried to make it that way. (If people don’t get it i’ll explain in a rb lol) Did you know that leatherback sea turtles can be up to 880 pounds? Idk what that is in metric but that’s roughly 7 and a half Bahfevs. They’re also much more triangular/less round than other turtles, so I reflected that in his design. And ofc, Bruce and Damian are both sea turtles bc they’re related. But they’re different sea turtle species so it doesn’t make much sense. Who gives a flip. What’s Talia, you ask? To that I say: 🤷‍♀️

(Side note: apparently, I’ve conditioned myself so I can’t draw nuetral expressions. It’s gotta have some emotion or else it looks wrong, and it feels natural to always have something going on there. So... drawing Stoic McStoicface here was a pain in the penis. He kinda has an expression anyway lol)

Danny is based on a ghost knife fish! I’ll be honest, i didn’t even know these existed until I looked up “ghost fish” in the hopes of finding something thematic. But then... omg! They’re black with little white accents? Like Danny’s design? And they have cool, funky bodies? AND they produce electricity!?? That’s so FKING COOL! I’ll have to do more research, but so far i’m pretty sure they don’t produce enough electricity to hurt someone. They are related to electric eels though! I first learned that electric eels were knife fish and not true eels when I was researching the moray eel for Duke. Funny how that connects!

Danny’s story under the cut!

Heehoo!

Okay so basically: Danny went diving to gather pearls because he wanted to make his parents happy/proud. While he was diving, His foot got caught in a rock and he couldn’t get it out. He panicked and he begged— to who? God, maybe? The universe, or the ocean? Maybe just begging fate or any higher power that could be out there, he doesn’t know. His only prayer was “Don’t let me drown!”. Unbeknownst to him, one of the pearls he’d grabbed was a magic, wish granting pearl. They’re rare enough that humans don’t even have legends of them... but the merfolk do ;).

The pearl took his very non-specific wish and decided to give him a tail and gills. He swam back up in a panic, and saw his new tail. Of course, this is a very horrifying thing to happen. But in less than a minute... it was already starting to dry off. As it dried, it turned back into skin.

Now, Danny has to be extremely careful not to get his legs or hair wet when he’s near people, because he’ll turn back into a merboy.

i... probably should have given him a shirt? He’d be wearing it, right? But i also did need to see what I was doing with that fin thing lol. I mean, a shirt would get annoying with that fin- he’d probably take it off. Tbh he’d probably have it off when swimming in general? Idk.

So: funny thing that happened when I was drawing Danny:

A first grader came up to me while I had it open on my desk, and she was like:

“Oh my god, that’s so good! Like, how did you even draw that?”

so I was like: “Oh thank you! ❤️”

And I think she asked again “How did you even draw that?”

so I was a little confused on how to answer, so I said:

“Well, I used my pencil...” and held up my pencil—

and then she got distracted by a spinny chair.

She’s so precious omg 🥰

[baberoe-archive]

if u had to choose 2 ppl from each hbo war show to create the most insufferable gropu known to man, who would u pick? (i would say web and leckie r obviously there bc how could they not)

web, leckie, and ME!…. iconic triumvirate of insufferable losers.

this might be slightly controversial but my top picks are actually going to be leckie & snafu from tp, perconte & speirs from bob, and harding & bucky from mota. i will explain my choices under the read more for anyone who is curious

anyway i approached this as like. whats a nightmare socratic seminar. nightmare blunt rotation. and the key to that is not really do i personally find them annoying but are they capable of pissing everyone else off so much that if i were in the vicinity the vibes would be so rancid it would make me want to kill myself.

this is why we have to cut webster. do i want to be stuck in a room with him? no. however that poor man is so bully-able its so easy to dunk on him and there is no situation in which he could survive some of my ideal groupings without getting bullied so hard that i just feel bad for the guy. so he has to leave goodbye!

as for the rest of them. leckie is so naturally and frankly beautifully anti authority i think he would get along absolutely terribly with harding and speirs. snafu has such a natural ability to harsh the vibes so hes gotta be there. perconte is first and foremost a complainer and whiner he will be bitching the whole time and i think everyone else will want to strangle him for it. speirs is also here to harsh the vibes just in a different way. harding honestly just personally annoying to me lmao idk its that smug pilot douchey energy idk im not a fan. also leckie would tear his ass to shreds i think. dare i say an iconic kill larkin or shut the fuck up moment in the making. as for bucky i have some reservations about this one. not because i dont think hes annoying. hes soooo annoying #AnnoyingKing however i am frightened that his friendly nature will have him unionizing with say leckie and/or snafu. this may work in our favor or it may not. idk its hard to say hes a wild card. however i must put my faith in his ability to be a massive bitch and make terrible decisions and #Lose. #NeverStopLosing

unfortunately there are simply too many things to consider and it, at the end of the day, depends. and of course there are so many ways to be insufferable this is merely one of its many infinite variations.

[je-brille-dans-la-nuit]

Watching Star Trek TOS and loving it! Sex pollen!!

The Return of the Archons

Jim Spock shenanigans shenanigans it was ok enough.

Gotta say I'm all for criticism of organized religion

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Space Seed

So I met Khan (not the Benedict Cumberbatch whitewashed version)! The episode was good, lots of good dialogue, a solid plot and an uncertain ending (kofkof uncertain for them).

The toxic masculinity vibes were off the charts though:

First, I'm not commenting on McGivers instantly falling for the hyper masculine guy, accepting his abusive behaviour and choosing to stay with him; because if I do, I'll get mad. But you know, it's terrible and I hate it.

Then the admiration for Khan, "the best and most dangerous of the tyrants" expressed by Scotty, Bones and Jim. Sigh. Of course it's all three of them, the only one out being Spock ("Illogical"). We're supposed to take away that it's because he doesn't feel the human/manly appeal of courage, ambition, greatness or whatever. Honestly not even IC? (sorry but I don't want to picture Jim and Bones as real life fans of Napoleon lmao they are the worst)

SPOCK: Gentlemen, this romanticism about a ruthless dictator is KIRK: Mister Spock, we humans have a streak of barbarism in us. Appalling, but there, nevertheless. SCOTT: There were no massacres under his rule. SPOCK: And as little freedom. MCCOY: No wars until he was attacked. SPOCK: Gentlemen.

You tell them Spock!

MCCOY: Well, either choke me or cut my throat. Make up your mind.

Instant classic

MCCOY: Well, there aren't any regulations against romance, Jim.

Duly noted!

Jim thinking he and the bridge crew were dying and recommending commendations in his log? Him being in the decompression chamber being murdered? I was on the verge of tears then

jsbfjhe i'm sorry i can't take it seriously this shot is so funny

SPOCK: Surprised to see you Captain, though pleased. JIM: I'm a little pleased myself

they're so dumb (lovingly)

SPOCK: It would be interesting, Captain, to return to that world in a hundred years and to learn what crop has sprung from the seed you planted today. KIRK: Yes, Mister Spock, it would indeed.

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A Taste of Armageddon

Wow the plot's heavy but powerful. The whole episode is dark but hopeful ending! (plus pissed off Jim is v sexy)

Death, destruction, disease, horror. That's what war is all about, Anan. That's what makes it a thing to be avoided. You've made it neat and painless. So neat and painless, you've had no reason to stop it. And you've had it for five hundred years. 

I've given you back the horrors of war. 

Ending a 500-year war is just one of many things Captain Kirk does!

And of course:

SPOCK: Captain, you almost make me believe in luck. KIRK: Why, Mister Spock, you almost make me believe in miracles.

I love them ._.

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This Side of Paradise

OMG OMG IT'S HAPPENING THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! SEX POLLEN!!!

The perfect mix of fun and tension in this episode! Loved it!

Jim's confusion at Spock is everything. When he says "Spock" - clears his throat - "Mr Spock"

Jim being his dramaqueen self "In effect, I am marooned here."

Jim's immunity is his sense of duty what a goody two-shoes (affectionate)

The idea that anger/strong emotion is necessary ties up nicely to The Enemy within

Then the scene... You know which one... Did I have to pause because Jim was being so mean to Spock it was a bit much to watch? maybe!!

SPOCK: You did that to me deliberately. KIRK: Believe me, Mister Spock, it was painful in more ways than one.

My heart!

SPOCK: Captain. Striking a fellow officer is a court martial offence. KIRK: Well, if we're both in the Brig, who's going to build the subsonic transmitter? SPOCK: That is quite logical, Captain.

Sooo dumb <3

The scene between Layla and Spock was lovely too!

MCCOY: Well, that's the second time man's been thrown out of paradise. KIRK: No, no, Bones. This time we walked out on our own. Maybe we weren't meant for paradise. Maybe we were meant to fight our way through. Struggle, claw our way up, scratch for every inch of the way. 

This after the reference to Milton two eps ago! Yes! Yes to all of this!!!

[mermaidsirennikita]

Hi! Do you have any recs for rly good mafia romance? I'm trying to get into it but my friend recommends the TikTok popular ones that are just....not well written

Yes, but there aren't main. Like. Three authors. Two of which I already liked for other things. (I do REALLY want to read Annika Martin's dark books, which I think are Russian mafia or Russian mafia adjacent?)

I am very picky with mafia romances because a) I was a little ethically eh on reading them for a long time because b) based on where I've lived and what I've studied, I know a bit more about the mafia than your average romance reader I think, that's not a brag it's a nerdery c) a lot of them are based in America, modern, and I've gotta say, that's corny as hell because while there are absolutely VERY powerful criminal organizations mafia-related today, they! Are! Not! V powerful! In! America! The Italian-American mafia took a huge hit in the 1980s that hasn't really let up, and while they exist and they're bad... Tony Soprano ain't doing it like like the Camorra is doing it in Italy, today, y'know? The power isn't there, and when you see, like, the billionaire Italian-American mafia guys in romance today it's too much for me. I get why it's not too much for other people. I suspend my disbelief on MANY CRAZIER THINGS. I just can't with this lol.

(Also, I have a personal issue with Italian-American romance heroes who are like "I'm Italian". Lol no you aren't. You're Italian-American. You're usually Sicilian-American. You are EYETALIAN.)

Anyway, after that preamble of why my recs are limited:

Mila Finelli's Kings of Italy series. Literally some of my favorite books I've read in forever. Set in Italy, though the heroines are from Italian-Canadian extensions (which, like, Canada for sure has a more powerful presence than America, so I'm guessing that was smart research from Mila). I also love Mila's books because while they are crazy, they're not INSANELY dark, and tend to be more on the fun side. They're super, super hot. There are usually good grovels. The heroines are actually pretty bold and, aside from the last one, not virginal (which is an issue in many mafia books tbh). They break down to:

Mafia Mistress--Frankie is traded by her father to a powerful capo, Fausto, ostensibly to marry his son Giulio. However, two issues: a) Giulio is in fact gay b) Fausto ends up wanting Frankie for himself after she puts up a fight. But he doesn't want her as his wife--he wants her as his mistress. His MAFIA MISTRESS.

Mafia Darling--Direct sequel to MM, wherein Frankie and Fausto deal with their various issues, both mafia-related and like, relationship related. I also really love Fausto and Giulio's relationship, it's so sweet and takes time to work on, and it has a culmination here that made me tear up. Heads up: Frankie is 18 and Fausto is 38. I didn't care about this. Do with it what you will lmao.

Mafia Madman--My favorite, best read after the first two but can go solo. Enzo D'Agostino (king of my heart/body and soul as TSwift would say) was one of the villains of the previous books. He kidnapped Frankie, Fausto like cut off his finger and tortured him for a month, and he escaped to hide out on a yacht for four years like a Bond villain. Enzo is... incredible. He is the richest hero in this series because of his "computer business" (????) which @triviareads and I have concluded means he's running Nigerian prince scams and holding the economies of small nations for ransom. He and Fausto have a relationship that I can only describe as "Alexis (Fausto) and Dominique (Enzo) if they were mafia dons". The champagne is BURNT!!!!

Anyway, he randomly sees Gia, Frankie's wild, bratty little sister, and is all "a-HA, a foolproof plan I have just concocted within five minutes to get revenge and free myself from the prison of living on a fabulous yacht IS HERE" so he naturally invites her out for a drink, blows up the bar, fakes her death, and puts her in a cage on the yacht. Sadly for him, the only person who can match Enzo's crazy is Gia, and she starts doing naked yoga (queen of my spirit) and they promptly enter into an intense enemies to lovers back and forth in which ONLY ONE CAN WIN (her).

If you want an OBSESSED alpha... this is it.

Mafia Target--Giulio is back! He's on the run because he's Fausto's son and the mafia is hella homophobic (true). Unfortunately, the world's DEADLIEST SNIPER, disaster bisexual Alessio Ricci, has been deployed to kill him. Unfortunately for Alessio, Giulio is DUMB HOT and so naturally Alessio blows him in a club before Giulio realizes he's out to kill him, and they end up on a tiny Scottish island, trying to kill each other while also being like "let's take a month off of trying to kill each other... to.... do things...."

This is arguably the most outright SWOONY ROMANTIC of the books, I love it with all my heart. Giulio and Alessio have one of those relationships wherein it's kinda love at first sight, tempered by the whole assassin thing, and it totally works.

Mafia Virgin--Emma, the other Mancini sister, wants to be a doctor and is super sweet. She's forced to marry new don Giacomo, who doesn't want to be with her either. And, oh yeah, they have to conceive a baby in six months or less!

This is probably the softest book in the series. Giacomo is not quite as hard as Fausto, Enzo, Giulio, or Alessio. He's like, the thinking man's mafia don (but everyone thinks he's stupid because he's big and fights!!!). And as it turns out, he and Emma are very, very into the whole making a baby thing.

Mafia Brute--This is an m/m Russian mafia novella, about Theo, Giulio's designer friend, who's fallen into a fling with the very dangerous Nikolai. A lot of hooking up on a yacht (again). A lot of very romantic sweetness fringed with violence. A lot of heat. Great!

Ummm I also love Kresley Cole's Gamemaker series! These are Russian mafia books.

The Professional--The heroine is adopted, and finds out the big scary guy who's been watching her is her biological father's enforcer/surrogate son... when he kidnaps her to take her back to said father. They immediately have an attraction, but he refuses to give in because if they get together (she's a virgin) he'll be like, obligated to marry her. While she's not so hot on the marriage thing, she WANTS him. She's a total brat, it's all very teasing and great.

The Master--This one has a billionaire mafia dude order the heroine, an escort on the run from her past. They have this insane hookup, major connection, it's amazing, but then he finds out she was trying to pull one over on him (or was she???) and he takes her captive. Also, there is a chastity belt. This one is amazing and has a fabulous grovel.

The Player--This hero is really more mafia-adjacent because the other two heroes are his older brothers, but he's definitely into some shady shit, and he is OBSESSED. He fixates on the heroine and is another SUPER possessive guy with a dark past. Has one of my favorite sex scenes ever (he fingers her to orgasm in front of a table of other people who are also getting off on it).

Run, Posy Run by Cate C. Wells--In this one, the heroine is the (American but it works here) mafia hero's longterm girlfriend, and she's basically always been around the life and accepts a subpar relationship because he keeps her comfortable and she thinks he loves her. Then, he's sent this video that makes it look like she cheated on him; and she realizes he's like, a sociopath and goes on the run. However... he then realizes that he can't actually live without her, and begins stalking/chasing after her lol. It's actually a good "fix the relationship" book, with an edge of kidnapping and a feeling-less hero learning how to have a feeling. I also really loved the heroine's development.

[bonnvivre]

A Funny Thing- Ch 22 word dump

shortening the title cus it’s a pain to write over and over, full title in the tags, link to chapter below cut (as if ppl other than the author themselves will look at this but hey)

very much a word dump i have no idea what’s going on below this cut it’s 4am im tired

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i read every single chapter out loud to myself- i like to pretend i’m an english teacher reading the assigned story of the quarter to their students and then i give an oscar worthy performance with the dialogue

ALSO GOSUKU TAG HAS BEEN ADDED FOLKS WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah dr sato as you should lmao honestly i’d dedicate my entire work hours to these two mfs

“After all, she has a feeling their story is still far from over. Who knows what else may be lurking beneath the surface.” girl this is 16 yrs of LORE of course it’s not over 😭 they got BAGGAGE

4 yrs old, born 2007, we’re at 2011 now, gojo is around 22 yrs old (note for me)

OH RIGHT YUUJI WAS MANIFESTED THRU MAGIC LMAO OFC HE DOESNT HAVE DOCUMENTS

“Yuuji doesn’t have a last name.” A

oh my gkd giggling sukuna having beef w the cheater, got into indoor cycling just to best her love that for him 

also love chismosa ‘kuna, telling gojo abt the tea, kettle and all, even giving him a real time show 

“In a feat of superhuman strength-“ LMAO

god im cryimg are those full coherent sentences ??? OJ GODKM GONSN FCRUY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YUUJIIIIIIIIIII a hundred billions hours oh ur so silly

teehee their son, our son, such subtle changes in the writing but it says so much 🥹

AWHSGAFAHAGDIS I KNEW HE WAS GONNA GET THE ITADORI SURNAME IM SO HAPPY FOR WASUKE HE DESERVES HIS SURNAME TAKEN BY HIS GRANDSON OH THE JOY 

god im sorry i just bursted out laughing while i was reading i couldnt help but think of the memes WHAHSDJ dad i frew up 

damn he didn’t return the handshake that’s actually so crazy

YUUJI THROWS UP ON HIS DESK OH SHITTF AAAAAAAA DESERVED SCREW YOU PRINCIPAL IVE BEEN GIVING A SINISTER BRITISH ACCENT TO

i initially thought it was mainly about sukuna’s “tattoos” that the first two schools were wary about, but i forget that, to others, they’re a queer family and definitely back then, it still wasn’t socially accepted. not sure why it didn’t cross my mind, especially with a conservative country like japan, but i’m glad there’s some light to it as a part of the challenges they go through while navigating their relationship and their lives.

HELLO WE’RE NOT JUSY GONNA BRUSH OVER THE FACT THAT THERE WAS A SECOND TIME THEY KISSED WITHIN THOSE 4 YEARS WTF DID I FORGET THIS ???? (after chapter note: OK COOL I WASNT FORGETTING THINGS LMAO oh please i gotta see what this infamous incident may be pleaseeeeeeee)

oooooooh the romance is really slow cooking goodness my favorite om nom nomnomnom

ohhhhhh my heart….what are you doing to me, weiserr……wholesome cute family moment…….my cause of death indeed

AWWWW AN ADMINISTRATIVE BODY THAT ACTUALLY CARES FOR THEIR STUDENTS’S WELL BEINGS LETS GOOOOOOO

after chapter thoughts:

MY MOM HAS A PELOTON BIKE TOO AHAHAHAHA LOVE MORE OF ‘KUNA IN HIS MOM ERA

imagine if they came across toji dropping off megumi at school or smth (yknow if mamaguro is still alive and their lives are good), i cant even imagine the animosity gojo and sukuna would have towards him

“heyyyy guys sorry i tried to kill you and your son back then crazy times huh”

his new friend is junpei bet (watch me be wrong)

[samuelroukin]

might be a bit too personal of a question so feel free to ignore/delete but have you struggled w/ alcoholism? i think i remember you saying that you dont drink much anymore so i just wanted to ask for idk some kind of advice cuz i just cant manage to drop that shit. thanks in advance man

hi don't worry i don't mind talking about it, but i'll put it behind a cut for others bc this got kinda long and i don't want to trigger anyone

first off i wouldn't say i am or ever have been an alcoholic especially comparing myself to other people in my life but i've had periods where i was struggling with it, getting drunk most nights and even sometimes having a drink (or two) during the day if i had to do something i felt anxious about, it was def a crutch and i occasionally fall back into it but only for short times luckily. so have that in mind, my advice might not be that useful for you

so for me it was really mostly about realizing ok this is A Thing and i don't want to let it get too far, i was pairing it with some other really unhealthy habits and started noticing some side effects (other than money lmao)

so i kinda figured ok. you don't need to do this. every time you decide to buy a bottle of whatever that's the alcohol kinda whispering in ur ear like ohhh im so fun but in the long term it's only gonna make me feel like shit, both physically and mentally. so not having it in the house made it so i could go a couple days without it, and then cave again, feel like shit, repeat.

but by stretching that time before caving i could sit with it for better or worse like now what do i do? i feel bad but drinking is gonna make me feel a different kind of bad so that's not an option (today at least! there's always tomorrow for making worse choices, idk but having that in mind helped) and then i'd find ways to distract myself, something to do with your hands can be helpful but it depends on how much brain space you have. but it gets easier and easier, slowly but surely. it's cliche but at first it really is about having that bit of control to go even a day without. that shows you that you can do it, however short at first

and then in time i won't lie you'll have moments of missing it but it's like. i know the trade off and i know it's not worth it slipping into that again because in the end it doesn't help. it's a coping mechanism and you have to either replace it with something healthier or whatever, or deal with what's making you use it. for me personally it was (and is) depression and anxiety and just shit life syndrome which aren't easy to just fix but i know drinking is gonna make all of that worse and i know better ways to deal with my feelings (could be anything for you, some people like journaling or therapy and neither of those did shit for me so. but you gotta find something)

sorry this got kinda long and rambling, and i don't know how much help it really is. i never felt like i needed outside help so i don't have any clue how that works but i've heard from others that groups like aa (maybe not aa specifically cause i've heard some weird stuff about them) can be really good for more insight and accountability but idk on a personal level

[nompunhere]

do you have any bug game stories that are more romantic than platonic? (not sexual ofc) safe noms with lovey-dovey nonsense is peak fiction for me

hmmmmge, in terms of ones I've already written, I've got like 2 or 3:

Where Ash Drifts Like Snow - C/rimson N/ails (so M/arkoth/X/ero), pre-relationship, they're both crushing hard, definitely fluff

Tender Moments - Q/uirrell/emm (or L/emmq/uirrel, whichever we call it), the definition of lovey-dovey nonsense, there's hardly any plot to it it's just 2.6k words of fluff

Bug Bites 3 - Chipped, the first ficlet there, has some fluffy Q/uirrell/emm again, and the one after that, Stealth Nap, has that pairing + T/iso, but any romance is maybe just sorta implied? A little?

Oh and there's This 2-part Thing - Not bug game, but notable in that the couple there is technically a romantic pairing, lot of angst with a touch of hurt/comfort at the end. if it helps I was picturing it with X/ero as the pred and M/arkoth as the prey while writing it lmao

aaaaaand because of my usual bs, here's a couple tidbits of stuff I have in the idea doc and outlines of unwritten fics that happen to involve romance below the cut (so many pheckin images)

gonna start off with the complete outlines, for which I have three that basically set up Quirreloro and that's about it for romance:

Interlude. not vore, but vore gets referenced at the end.

Storytime. Oro is enlisted to share an anecdote from his and Quirrel's shared history. Can't remember if it's pre-relationship or established.

Research Project. Let's just say you're bound to figure out where you stand with someone when you're that close for that long ;)

next up, future Bug Bites:

Tisoquirrel fluff (and Ghost is also there). Shenanigans ensue.

Crimson Nails. Those two are still crushing super hard on each other but may or may not get slightly less useless about it.

Tisoquirreloro. Or Tisoquirrel at least, Oro isn't too involved yet. More shenanigans ensue.

...Ogrisma? I don't know how people tend to write out the ship name but yeh. Fluffy fluff. Finally, a semi-functional couple

Crimson Nails again. They may or may not be aware of how useless they are and may or may not work towards fixing that.

Clothmyla. Seriously I don't know what the ship names are for a lot of these. Anyway, uhhh. Attempt at lessbeans. Gotta start somewhere!

Aaaaand finally, an Assortment of Other Ideas. hh.

Crimson Nails, Xero moves into with his boyfriend. Hurt/comfort.

Cold Night 2, electric boogaloo, and this time it's Tisoquirreloro. Many much cuddols.

Oh wait I guess that's about it for the romance fic ideas without going into things that are more plot than noms/fluff. and I've already gotten way ahead of myself anyway, so. e ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ enjoy the patches of content ! probably gonna ramble in the tags again

[thegrimreaperisanerd]

Maaan, I'm so bad at spotting nature metaphors, what's your favorite to include in your writing?

unhinged_prosody 🕺

Hi! 🕺

I'm putting this under a read more because I waffled on for a fair bit and it's not even about the base game 😭

So I'm including animals under nature because, well, they are nature - and I personify people as animals a lot in my writing (just in general, not even specific to this fic, i do it a lot about myself too, especially in my poetry)

Because we're all just animals! It can be degrading - depending on how it's done - but not all of the time.

I compare Harry to a dog a lot (nothing new there, there's a couple lines in game that reinforce this) but I think my favourite dog guy description came from one of the Kim chapters:

the captain's father; a man so old he should be retired, but sits at his desk chain-smoking. Something he's done for longer than you've been in the RCM. Maybe longer than you've been alive. As you penetrate the haze surrounding his desk his bloodshot eyes rise to meet your own. He reminds you somewhat of a saggy hunting dog, all lethargy and wrinkles.

Because i have no specific appearance in mind for the man (i.e. hair colour/ eyes/ whatever) as it's unimportant. S'more about vibes 👌

Gotta give a shout out to bird metaphors because they formed the theming of these fics in the first place! The peregrin falcon antique shop, references to ducks and geese across fics, the whole scene with the disabled duckling, the name of the case, "Imprinting", the series title "birds of a feather flock together", i just really fucking love birds.

Lmao anyway, you can tell that I REALLY like a metaphor if I turned it into a mind project (not nature related, but same with the "one man castle" thought project for Kim repressing his emotions)

So I'm dipping back into "Imprinting" because this one metaphor formed the basis of me writing over 250k about two fictional detectives last year...:

PROBLEM: You were a man drowning in the sea of vices. As you gave in to the waves and consigned yourself to your watery grave a gloved hand pulled you from the brine. *He* cradled your baby bird form in his palm and raised you from the ashes of the phoenix: Tequila Sunset. You have well and truly imprinted upon Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi.

SOLUTION: You were drowning and he gave you a reason to float. It's not so much that you imprinted on him, it's that you follow him by choice. You've shed your baby down-feathers and are more than able to walk on your own now, but do you want to?

BABY BIRD

IMPRINTING

DOWN FEATHERS

THE DEATH AND REBIRTH OF A PHOENIX

BOSH BOSH FUCKIN' BOSH 👌👌👌

But my ABSOLUTE favourite nature metaphor at the moment is the flowers metaphor for Kim's repression. Because when I was a teenager up until my mid 20s (going THROUGH it, not relevant) this was my outlook on love and human connection, too:

CONCEPTUALISATION [hard: success] - Don't plant flowers: they'll only wilt.

CONCEPTUALISATION [hard: success] - Love says 'These flowers were cut so you could buy them. They wilt - already - in your hand and that is *your* fault'.

I am now 27 and in the Springtime of my life, this man's 44 and approaching his own no matter how badly he's trying to beat it off with a stick. When I was in my early 20s, I was fairly convinced I would die wholly unloved (even in the beginning of the relationship I am still in!) Not the case! Healing is possible and I truely believe - or rather I know now - that there is no age cutoff.

This metaphor isn't finished yet, but it represents catharsis 🌱

[catgirlforeskin]

please tell me about medieval european sword crossguards youve piqued my interest

Oh god ok I’m gonna try to keep this brief because it’s 3 am and I gotta wake up before it gets hot out to walk somewhere but the main thing that’s interesting about crossguards is that you’d assume some are just outright better than others, especially because of the more general “newer design and materials means better” outlook that’s applied to military history (and all history and conceptions of progress generally) and while that’s generally kinda nonsense it’s ESPECIALLY not the case for crossguards

So here’s four different types of sidesword and rapier crossguards, from top to bottom left to right it’s a sideswept hilt, basket hilt, ringed crossguard and cup hilt. I’m personally more interested in longsword but these are an easier demonstration.

So these were all used hundreds of years apart and in different parts of Europe (though all of the world has had complex and interesting weapon designs, I apologize for being Eurocentric here, general study of swords should not be!) but none are just outright better than others in the way that, say, a gun from two hundred years ago is generally just better in a fight than one from three hundred

but sword combat is fundamentally different and something as seemingly small as the shape of a crossguard makes a huge difference, and they all have strengths and weaknesses and nuance to them. They all affect the weight of a sword and how it’s held and how it’s wielded and the types of cuts or thrusts you can do comfortably and effectively with it, and they’re all more useful against different types of weapons and styles of fighting, and they design is often decided more by how they’re WORN, not used!

Most swords were never swung and the type carried was more often decided by how comfortable it was to have hanging at your hip and how stylish it looked than how effective it was in a fight. They’re a marker of status as much as a weapon and it’s why they’re so romanticized to this day, in the same way that revolvers have been, since historically both have been sidearms and ones only wielded by the upper ranks of either the military or society

Having weapons be more symbol than tool is fascinating both in a historical and fictional setting and can tell you a lot about someone. Cup hilts were most common on Spanish rapiers because fencing practiced in Spain emphasized thrusts, and the cup provides total protection for your hand, even if it’s weaker than a swept hilt would be at protecting against an incoming cut.

If someone from another country has one, especially a country that has bad relations with Spain at the time, this immediately tells you something about the person, whether it be about how she fights or who she fights or her beliefs about nation identity or fashion.

And this is something that can be used to add so much flavor to fantasy settings! I’m so tired of “elves have ornate curved swords because they’re Advanced and orcs have ugly slabs of metal because they’re Primitive,” for a variety of reasons, mainly it’s weird shitty racism, but also it’s just not how the real world works. Which is a problem because people apply these ideas onto the real world and think that, for example, Spanish colonizers were more Civilized and had Better technology than the Inca Empire, which is just not true.

Anyway jesus this got a lot longer than I expected lol, I could write way more but I’ll cut myself off, I hope at least some of this is informative lmao, always happy to answer more sword questions

[izzy-b-hands]

So. I'm allowing myself a vent post or two abt Stuff in the Brain today that won't fuck off, but it'll all be under a cut if I feel I'm at risk of being too wordy so folks don't gotta see this if they don't wanna. And on this one I did get wordy, multi-paragraphs so. fair warning if u decide to be brave and read thru it lol

I'm behind on getting Mum a bday gift. Like two weeks behind. Partially bc money, partially bc the thing I really wanted to get her involves bidding on ebay and attempting to win a listing (and I just haven't managed it yet lmao), and partially bc like:

For once I've been living my life for me, thinking abt me and Housemate first and foremost, and focusing on what I actually want/need from day to day, and that means I'm away from my phone a bit more than usual, which means I've missed some calls and texts from Mum and just haven't been as Available via phone/apps/etc as I've been in the past

(including one time in the last week or so where Housemate and I stepped aside to the kitchen to make ourselves mac n cheese, and Mum was late to calling me for a planned call, so I figured I was safe to leave the phone by the couch while we cooked. Nope! In that less than half hour, 25 mins at most that it took us to finish mac and get plated up, she figured we'd both A. fallen down the stairs and were now dying from brain bleeds while the cats sniffed us in panic and fear B. decided to cut her out of my life forever and so now I wasn't going to be answering her calls (tho this point I didn't know until a much more recent text where she admitted to it and did say she was ashamed of feeling that way.) )

So I really need to get something out to her, either the chocolates I was planning on sending for her and the family from a local shop, the Snoopy Build-A-Bear plushie with a lil 'I miss you' tshirt and a voice thingy inside it with me telling her to remember that I love her and am always grateful for her help and care and things like that, whatever will fit lol (this is the fucker that triggered this whole train crash of a set of thoughts today lmao), and/or something from one of the ebay listings I've been trying to get (I just need to accept it and pay the buy it now price considering what the thing is isn't like. Uber rare? But apparently Bon Jovi doesn't have their figurines made any more, so they're a bit harder to find and I'm gonna risk not getting one at all if I don't just. do the dang thing lmao)

I'm thinking the Snoopy would be best/easiest for rn, but I keep getting stuck on what I'll say for the recording and it's so dumb but like:

I know, for the sake of both of us and the deeply grown and intertwined sort of emotionally incest-flavoured codependency Mum and I have, we probably should eventually try going NC or LC for at least like. a month or two in the future? Probably even a bit longer? Not as like a 'this is forever' thing (unless something would happen that would point to that as the best option for both of us), but just until we can maybe both heal a bit and work closer towards something even vaguely approaching a more normal mother/son relationship.

And the particular fear is very silly but like. I'd hate to say the things I have planned, that I mean (I do love her, and I know she does her best, and so I'm grateful for every bit and every sort of help she's ever given or will ever give me), and then we someday go NC or LC, and she's hurt by having the plush and audio around as a reminder of how things were before. I could see her throwing it away in a fit, and then being so sad and begging for a new one by the next day. And I'd want to get her one. I don't know if that's right of me or not.

Like, the trauma has me Entirely overthinking this and I know it's ridiculous, you know? But still. Got the Build-A-Bear tab open on my phone bc the chocolate is at least partially to be shared, so that's Not Enough as a partial belated bday gift; and I'd like to hit another paycheck (or part of it, since the uni rarely puts the full fucking direct deposit in on scheduled payday lmao) before I try for the Bon Jovi figurine (and hope it isn't bought before that point.) So the plush is really the best choice, and I don't want to wait any longer to send anything out bc like. Her bday was at the beginning of March, this is fucking ridiculous of me and not how I like handling gifts at all, for anyone!!

Fingers crossed I just. Get the fucking recording done, get it ordered and have them send it out to her, and that'll be enough until I can get my hands on a figurine and/or order the chocolates and candies for her, her bf, and to share with the rest of the family.

[drabbles-mc]

Tay, how drunk would you have to be to hook up with the sons and Mayans? Can we get a list of that breakdown??

You send me this glorious ask, on Mayans Tuesday and a day when I have been catching up and listening to hours' worth of Theo and Kim on their #ReaperReviews podcast?? What a glorious day. 🥰

How Many Shots under the cut!

Jax Teller:

3-4 shots solely because I need a little liquor in me to not shoot down any man who smirks as much as he does

Young, floppy-haired Jax is in 3-shot territory because I'm a sucker for a boy with a baby face.

S6/S7 Jax with bruises and cuts on his face is 4-shot territory because boys who are a little banged up make my mouth go dry stop me in my tracks in the best way

Opie Winston:

3 shots for the confidence. That man is 6'4 and I am 5'2 and don't get me wrong I am ready and willing to get destroyed but I really gotta get out of my own head for that.

The things I would give for this man to toss me around like a rag doll??? I'd risk it all.

Just let me pull on his hair that's all I'm saying. I'll climb him like a tree the way he deserves.

Juice Ortiz:

0 shots, 0 alcohol at all because I'm grossly, disgustingly in love with him

Those head tattoos don't scare me when he's got a baby face and a smile like that

I will take care of him and I know he'll take care of me the rest simply doesn't matter. Soft boy and also love of my life.

Chibs Telford:

1 shot to have the confidence to talk to him, 3 more to get out of my own head for the rest of it

Let me be clear I think it would be an experience, and one that I would be up for, for sure.

The accent alone would paralyze me. And that accent saying dirty things?? Nope. My brain would short-circuit.

Happy Lowman:

Most of that bottle gotta be gone

I talk a big game but sober me would crumble the second Happy made prolonged eye contact with me. I'm weak and I think that's why I go for boys with baby faces 😂

But I do wanna know what the Tacoma Killer does behind closed doors so if I gotta juice myself up with liquid confidence then so be it

Herman Kozik:

1 shot to shake off the nerves and tell him what he can do with those muscles 😌

Tig Trager:

Pushing my alcohol intake limit just to be ready for whatever he's down for

I'd be down for damn near anything but you already know that it's gonna get wild with Tig and like I said before I talk a big game but ya girl is only a slut when I write fanfic so I need a minute and some shots to prepare myself

Also refuse to cross the line and get blackout drunk because you know you need to remember that experience lmao

EZ Reyes:

2 shots to have the guts to make eye contact instead of staring at the veins in his arms

Pretty boy with big muscles and a nice smile???? Honey I'm already sold just take me away. The alcohol is only necessary if I have to initiate conversation. That boy could walk up to me and hold his hand out without saying a word and I would just go

Those EZodiac killer hands can choke me within an inch of my life and I will thank him for it

Angel Reyes:

4 shots he's tall and he's got them rings but he's a messy motherfucker and he's got them fuckboy vibes

I simply cannot be sober and hook up with someone who is a walking, talking red flag

He can hit it but he's gonna be wrapping his shit for once--I ain't helping create more Reyes boys

Bishop Losa:

3 shots for the short king

He's got that good mix of BDE and a smile that just makes your knees buckle. Coherent thoughts?? We don't know her.

He a whole mess though and it would take effort or alcohol to not think about that and alcohol is much less work

Coco Cruz:

3 shots or a few hits off his blunt so I can try to get on the same wavelength as him

I wanna run my fingers through those curls so bad you don't even know dude

He's got that look of someone who has Seen Things (because he has) and for that reason alone I'd need some liquid courage because comparatively ya girl hasn't seen shit lmao

Hank Loza:

2 shots for the confidence because a man with a smile that sweet but muscles that big is an instant killshot for me.

A little alcohol in my system though??? I’d be the one making him blush and I think that’s what he and I both deserve 😌

Creeper Vargas:

0 shots, 0 alcohol because I just simply wouldn’t drink if I wanna hook up with someone who is sober. I will have to get my confidence another way.

He seems sweet though I think we could figure it out just fine

Nestor Oceteva:

4 shots because I’m a pussy and would need at least that much in me to have the confidence to tell that mercenary I want him to fucking wreck me

Plus you just know that he’s not the talkative type and that would fuck with me so bad so I’d need all the help I can get

Let me tug on those braids (or his curls--equal opportunity out here) 🤤🤤🤤

And in the morning I’m stealing those yellow shades as a souvenir. He wants them back?? He can come find me and bargain for them 😏

[thychesters]

#wipwednesday! haven't done one in a minute. the food supplies on the sunny have gone back and sanji et. al are about to have a very bad time.

this is part of a bigger fic i told myself i could try to have a rough draft of done by halloween and lmao. we'll shoot for the end of the year now. maybe. potentially.

text under the cut:

“Something’s off with the water,” he says, “I gotta get Franky up to see if the filtration’s working properly.” He doesn’t admit that Sanji told him to do it—he was going to anyway, of his own volition, because he’s looking after his crew. “The cook doesn’t wanna mess with it if it can contaminate the food.” Nami’s expression clouds, but neither get the chance to touch on the fact it still sounds like Zoro’s doing Sanji a favor—which he will vehemently deny and she will never let go. “Ah, fuck!” Sanji comes tearing out of the pantry, clutching a loaf of bread that’s mostly blue while his face purples, biting an unlit cigarette in half. Zoro eyes the moldy, festering mess that was once a loaf of sourdough, painstakingly crafted and left to rise before filling the gallery with the scent of fresh baked bread. He remembers Sanji slicing it up for breakfast, looking rather pleased with the results but not saying anything about it himself, not outright. (His pride was in the way he carried himself, the way he set out plates and passed dishes, the bend to his spine as he refilled Robin’s mug and only cuffed Luffy upside the head twice.) “Sanji, it’s not so bad,” Nami offers, but even her sweet tone doesn’t do much to smooth the harsh line of his shoulders. She’s sat up more, but even as he leaves the loaf on the counter Zoro can see the tremble in his frame, the way he glares down at the bread and Nami continues to try to soothe him, platitudes falling on deaf ears. In the entire time he’s known him, Zoro has never seen Sanji waste any food—even the egg shells and rinds get repurposed into compost for the grove, and onion and celery scraps get tossed into a pot with chicken and ham bones for stock.

[shibaraki]

monteh!!! i LOOOOOOVED an observer of longing !!!!!! i love hajime so much my cutie pie beef cake 🥹 it had me giggling and kicking my feet! and after finishing i gotta ask .... what was the immediate aftermath like ?? everyone else getting to the shared room knowing ... ya know! the teasing and looks and sex jokes galore heheh! i can only assume haji and reader shared the one room while the guys slept on their futons :3c and the onsen !!! so cute to imagine 🥹 love love love ! i'm placing a big fat juicy kiss to your brain <3 love ya !>v<

NONNIE !!! AAAAAH THANK YOU for reading and for your question! I am very very happy to hear you loved it!! they were a total delight to write as usual lmao. as for the aftermath,, I was going to include it but then realised if I did I would end up writing that, and then another scene, and then another… my plans started to become never ending! so I cut myself off lmao

after, they shower and get in the onsen and spend time talking about how to navigate their relationship. oh and they leave the doors open to air out the smell of sex from the room LOL. but the guys come back partway in and start making a bunch of noise sldjdjh whooping and cheering!! they also get in the onsen. they are all very happy. like tooru cries alsksksn

mostly I wanted to explore their dynamic as a group more, like, how it would change after too. I hoped to address all of the physical affection they give each other and what (if any) boundaries would arise now. the scene in my head was vaguely:

tooru kisses the top of your head and hajime’s cheek in group hug or something (mind u they are literally naked in the onsen together): I’m happy for you

issei makes a thoughtful noise: is that still allowed? all the kissing and hand holding?

tooru looking distraught: what?

hajime is confused: why would he have to stop? it’s just tooru

basically highlighting the trust and security in their friendship etc etc. my queerplatonic heart says they are committed to each other 💔 would love to write a sequel where they wake up one day to realise they’ve been in a relationship the whole time sljdkskdkdk but that would take a while to get to. man. I’ve rambled!! I just love them a lot. and I love you too!!! mwah!