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Surprisingly

synopsis: for the public eye, the head of the Oak Family and his wife are a loving couple. In private they are astonishingly content with each other too.

pairing: Sunday x fem!reader

tw: fluff, arranged marriage, reader is halovian, established some time before the game quest on Penacony.

word count: 2.8k+ words

Nothing supports the man’s prestige and public image more than a proper marriage with a proper woman. So, I want you to meet this very woman, my child…

Two months, fifteen days and one hour. That’s exactly how long ago Sunday became a husband. A role he didn’t imagine himself playing, not with the role assigned to him from above. But, it was Gopher Wood - his adoptive parent basically, who brought you to him and announced his grand plan. And even if the head of the Oak Family had his doubts initially, a thorough conversation held with and without the Dreammaster, plus your immaculate background and some more specific matters proved to him that you were indeed chosen rightfully. He wasn’t sure if it was Mr Wood’s way of helping him, offering you as an aid at handling some of the work-related matters but with the seemingly perfect image of being wed - the elder gave no answers, however Sunday knew better than to question some of his schemes.

And so, your union was sealed. The ceremony wasn’t something exceptionally huge, none of you wanted that, but it was public enough for everyone and their mother to be talking about it. A couple of perfectly sterile interviews, some joint photos and three or four public appearances together, and people have been fooled enough to believe that.

That was enough.

Something as shocking as a wedding would avert the public eye and serve a great purpose in deceiving the people. After all, newlyweds are far too busy for one of them to be plotting something, right?

Right. So right, that Sunday himself was in a somewhat daze for the first week. But it’s understandable - on top of his regular responsibilities he had to prepare for the wedding and get to know the person he was about to spend life with better. Surprisingly, you turned out to be very understanding and supporting from day one, actively participating in whatever additional activity served on the man’s plate. It was weird, new and confusing, but above all he caught himself considering it not unwelcome.

You are astonishingly easy to work with. Well-versed in the matters of Family (but he shouldn't be all too surprised, given who brought you to him), soft, yet - when needed - firm spoken, not afraid to face the crowd in your husband's place for a public announcement and taking a portion of his responsibilities without any questions asked. If not for your interactions outside of all of that, Sunday would've thought you were his secretary and not a wife (but even a secretary wouldn't have known as much as you are aware of).

You are…comfortable. Sunday should really reproach himself for giving in so quickly, but it’s so hard not to. Maybe his vigilance is lulled with security of his patron’s choice or maybe it’s his own longing for normal civil interaction with someone close, but it didn’t take much time to start entertaining your sparks of curiosity.

Oh, how curious you are. Despite being trapped in a loveless marriage, you’ve been willing to learn about him from day one, trying to unfurl at least one tiny secret of his every day. He knows that because you are methodical, because you write it down (and you don’t hide the fact - when he, alarmed, asked or rather demanded you to show him that little notepad of yours, you just did so, with an explanation of your reasoning.)

Speaking of getting to know each other better… It’s still half an hour before your recently established tea time, but… But maybe he could summon you earlier? 

I hope, my child, this woman will become your reprieve. You are not obligated to love her, see her as just a companion, but feel free to treat her as a continuation of yourself. I educated her to match you specifically, after all.

As a continuation of himself… Isn’t it cruel to speak such things of a sentient being? Isn’t it putting one into the position of submission? 

Somehow it feels bitter on the tongue when he thinks of you.

His hand reaches for the bell, but promptly stops before the fingertips can touch the polished metal. Ah, of course, he asked to not be disturbed today. So, let him not violate his own order. He can find you on his own, not to mention, a small walk around the building might help clearing up his mind. Lately, he’s been thinking too much.

Spacious halls of the Dewlight Pavilion are empty, he knows as much, yet he hopes he won’t have to roam for too long, as the gloved hands push the doors of the meeting room. Today you two decided to work from the main Family residence in need of some materials here, and since no congregations were scheduled for the day, the building was all yours.

Each step of his is muffled by the carpet, lining the exactly 39 stairs, every next one lifting some of the weight from his shoulders and smoothing the deep frown of light gray brows. When his heels click on the small podium with the additional three steps, Sunday feels like his head is cleared. 

Stepping on the carpet again, he finally ends up in the big hall with the 5 Lineages symbols and a big City Sandpit in the middle. Quickly fishing his phone out of the pocket, he swiftly unlocks the screen and finds your name in the recent calls, dialing it.

When did it happen that conversations with you outnumbered ones with his sister?

You pick up the phone after just two seconds.

“Hello? What is it, Sunday?”

Ah, straight to the point, he admires that. And the calmness of your tone is surprisingly grounding.

“I was wondering if you’d join me earlier,” he speaks softly, barely holding off from calling you ‘dear’. It’s not wrong for the spouses, but how would you react? He asks strange questions lately. “Tell me where you are, I’ll come fetch you.”

“To answer your first question, I’d love to,” the young man might lie to himself, but he swears he heard your voice sweeten just a little. It makes the little wings behind his ears flutter, which he is quick to still. “As for your second one, however, you might want to look down.”

Sunday follows your instruction without much thought, looking right at the red carpet covering the marble floor.

“...I don’t believe I understand.”

He hears you chuckle, a tinkling sound, lacking any malice. His left wing slightly jerks as the favorable noise fills his left ear through the phone.

“The City Sandpit, beautiful. I am not far from the origami birds’ nest.”

As he moves to round the table, your husband’s heart skips a beat. You called him beautiful, you have done so on multiple occasions already. You praised his intellect, you gently clapped for the perfect choice of the clothes for the day he made, you agreed with him on the most mundane things incorporated into your daily lives. And not once it felt forced or fake. You were surprisingly sincere with him - he would’ve thought that with the Dreammaster’s upbringing you’d have been all mastered flashy smiles and sickly sweet polished words.

But here you’ve been, admiring him in your own quite blunt kind of way.

He immediately spots your tiny figure among the fake buildings on the city’s layout. You are waving at him with a smile.

“Found me,” he hears again in the speaker, but now also from you as well.

“Found you,” Sunday echoes, reaching his free hand to you. When he curls his fingers, you understand and, clutching the strap of the bag hanging from your shoulder, carefully climb onto his open palm.

Your husband is careful, finishing the call and putting the phone aside, before cupping the other hand under the one holding your sitting figure. Bringing you closer to his eyes he can see all the little details on the pretty pale blue dress you left home in this morning, with your second pair of clipped wings wrapped around the waist like another skirt. Then his gaze skims along your neck, adorned in one of the pendants he gifted you and then up to the first pair of wings, bigger than his when you are your normal size. 

He doesn’t have an opportunity to marvel over your intricate halo, because your eyes capture his in a vice, looking at him inquiringly.

“Didn’t expect you to take a break earlier. I thought you liked to stick to your routine.”

This was probably the first thing you learned about your back then betrothed.

“I do,” a tiny smile adorns his pale lips, “however, today I managed to wrap the most attention-requiring matters up earlier. Now only the mundane cases are left.”

“Good to hear that,” you hum, swinging your stocking-clad legs a little. His golden eyes look over your form once more, capturing the image of surprising comfortability in the hands of a bigger being, one that could crash your body so easily at the moment.

“I do wonder however about the reason behind your current predicament,” the male tilts his head in an inquiring way. “I believe I’ve never seen you enter the City Sandpit.”

Well, not to count the very first time he was giving you a tour.

“Oh, as I said, I know your routine, so I usually leave it before our meetings. I actually enter it quite often when we stay here,” is your answer that makes Sunday’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Pardon?”

“It’s easier to do paperwork this way,” motioning to the bag still on your shoulder, you then huff in annoyance. “If only you knew how eager your subordinates to bother me whenever you are unavailable. I am well-informed of my seeming position as the “lady-of-the-house”, but I’ve never signed up to be a link element between you and them, let alone a pawn in someone’s game of becoming first to seek your favor. Pardon me for my straightforwardness, but I much prefer interactions without actual feedback from the interlocutor if the situation doesn’t require otherwise. Except for you, of course.”

Except for him.

“You are my equal. You can always order them not to bother you,” drawing his hands closer to the chest, Sunday turns and starts walking closer to the table’s side where the gates are located.

“As if,” he glances down and catches just the end of your eye roll. “Mister Wood would have had my head if I ruined your picture as little as being distant from your inner circle. I’d much rather prefer just to hide away when needed and return to my secondary duties once I’m done with the primary.”

With the Dreammaker’s upbringing you would think a person can’t be as open-minded. Sunday is sure that it was no different from his - after all you have the clipped wings to match his. But, it seems, you found a way to temporarily escape from the suffocating clutches. Today he learnt a new thing about you, and, surprisingly it warms his soul instead of feeling repulsed.

He carefully puts you down just in front of the gates from the city’s side. Almost knocking off  a little ”DO NOT TOUCH” card near it, your husband moves to the right to let you step out. And in a couple of seconds of blinding light you stand before him in all your tall glory.

“Thank you for making the trip across the city so much shorter,” you grin, shaking the bag’s strap down your shoulder and rolling it, before unwrapping the wings from around your waist and spreading them in a stretch.

“It was my pleasure,” his tone is even, yet the gaze with which he watches you move gives him out. To this day and probably for a long while the levels of intimacy that used to be unknown to him yet which you display are going to surprise him. Sunday almost feels an annoying twinge of upsetness when you rewrap your wings around the dress’s skirt. Though it lets him see a couple of ruffled feathers and he has to suppress the urge of his hand to reach and fix them for you.

Yes, there is some intimacy between you lately, but not close enough.

“If you give me a moment to drop off my papers, I’ll be swift in joining you,” your voice breaks the man out of his self-restraining thoughts, and he lifts his eyes from your waist back to your face.

“Ah, it won’t be necessary. I’d like to have our tea time back at the meeting room, I have some things to discuss with you.”

“So official,” you smile, taking a step to join his side. “Alright then, let us be on our way up. Would you like to fill me in on the agenda of our ‘meeting’?”

“Sure,” Sunday chooses to ignore your teasing, but habitually offers you his elbow to hook your arm in it. “My sister is going to visit soon and she seems to be quite pissed at me.”

“Miss Robin?” Your question is laced with puzzlement. “I assumed from your stories of her that she is hardly in a sour mood.”

“It is true, yes,” your husband sighs, leading you up the first set of stairs. “But I would’ve been mad too if my sibling had gotten married and I did not know a thing.”

“She does not know about us?”

The man nearly halts in his ascending. If he didn’t know better and where your thoughts and loyalties stood in this marriage, he would’ve believed you are offended that he kept such an important fact a secret from his only family member. Nevertheless, he continues his walking.

“I sent her an invitation, you know that. But it seems the planet she’s been on is pretty far away and she’s gotten my message only recently, on her way back. I loathe to admit it, but now I feel very bad and the situation itself is iunjust. I am aware we were in a rush, all because of the- you know why,” he sees you nod from the corner of his eye and feels your fingers carefully dig into his arm, “but Robin has always wanted to be a maid of honor at my wedding. And I ripped this opportunity from her.”

And I am not going to get married the second time. This he did not voice out loud.

For a moment you both fall silent. You get lost in thought, Sunday does so too, analyzing his own words, wondering if this speech of his was too personal, if it was painting him as weak in your eyes.

And his own.

You speak only when he reaches for the knob and twists in to swing the door open and lead you two inside.

“So, how much time do we have before she gets here?”

“Maybe a couple of days,” he breaks the lock of your arms and gets a hold on the strap, sliding the bag down your shoulder and turning to put it aside for the time being. “Why asking?”

“You are a good brother, I can see that, “ ah, here you are, praising him again. “And it’s obvious you care for your sister and wish to give her the world. I suggest organizing a small party for her. This way she could experience what she missed and get familiar enough with me. I can negotiate with Mister Wood, I am sure I can convince him - he has some sort of a soft spot for you, Sunday.”

Surprisingly, it twists something uncomfortable in the halovian’s stomach.

“It sounds… delightful. However, are you certain you’d like to go to such lengths for Robin?”

“Well, she is your sister,” you chose the table farthest from the one your husband has been working at and grab the back of the chair to move it so you could sit, “and I am your wife. I’d love her to believe in us too. If I am not overstepping, of course.”

That’s actually not a bad idea. If almost four months ago someone - even you - suggested he let his sister and future wife meet, he’d be hesitant. He knows his little sister, he knows how perceptive she is - he is not so sure he wouldn’t have cracked under her inquisitive questions about whether he was happy with the arrangement or not. Plus leaving her sad and aching for brother if he let her know of the unjustness of the situation and still chose to proceed with the wedding is just too much for him.

Now he, at least, will not be lying that he is content if being asked.

“I accept your offer and thank you profusely for it,” Sunday slightly bows his head, to which you shake yours, reaching your hand out to beckon him to join you.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You’ll have time to thank me later, once we’ve already done something, alright?”

Surprisingly… It is indeed alright.

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New Girl at the Party - A Corazon x Reader Fanfic

You work at a cafe and have a crush on the tall blonde pirate Corazon who comes in often. But after he rejects you and you lose your job, you decide to go with your friend to a party held by the Donquixote family to drown your sorrows, unaware that it’s Corazon’s birthday party. 

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Size difference kink. First time sex. Divider by @benkeibear!

Any comments/feedback would be greatly appreciated!

You straighten your simple cotton apron around your waist and adjust the temperature of the kettle of water on the burner, turning it a bit lower than most customers prefer. Then you walk over to the end of the counter and wait, watching the glass door of the cafe. 

It’s early afternoon, during a lull in business that hits between the relatively busy breakfast and lunch hours. That’s when he always comes in, if he’s in town that is. Half the time he’s away, doing jobs for his “family”. But you heard he came back yesterday evening. Someone spotted him in a bar with the rest of his… associates. 

A tall figure walks by the cafe’s wide, street facing window, and your heart skips a beat. He’s here. 

The door opens and your favorite customer walks in, black feathered coat draped over his shoulders. He walks to the counter and looks down at you. Ah, he remembered not to smoke in here. 

“The usual?” you ask with a smile. 

He nods, and you step over to the pot of water to fix his coffee. After watching the poor guy burn his mouth several times, you started turning down the heat on days you expect him to come in. 

He’s sitting on a stool at the counter when you return with his cup. He pick it up and takes a drink, then gives you a smile of his own. Has he noticed? You hope so.

Corazon was initially frightening, being so tall and wearing dark sunglasses most of the time, combined with the feathered coat and the fact that he never speaks. Plus he’s part of the notorious Donquixote family. All of it was enough to make you extremely nervous when he started coming in occasionally for coffee. 

Within three visits, that scary image you’d built up in your head of him was completely shattered. On his third visit to the cafe, he tripped on literally nothing and ended up splayed out on the floor, his hot coffee spilling everywhere. He seemed so embarrassed and flustered, writing out apologies on a small notepad for you to read, that you found him totally endearing. 

After that, it was much easier to treat him like any other customer. Now, when he visits, he often stays long enough to chat via his notepad. 

You’ve become very fond of him, to the point that you miss him when he’s out of town on a job and your heart flutters when he comes in. But you know these feelings will only cause you pain. He’s a pirate, an “executive” in the family (whatever that means). You’ve heard about the wild parties thrown by the Donquixote family, where beautiful women are plentiful and the executives have their pick. Corazon probably has tons of women throwing themselves at him all the time. What would he want with a waitress at a tiny cafe?

He holds up the notepad, where he’s written, “Thanks. It’s delicious!”

“Oh, I’m glad you like it!” you say, feeling your face heating up. “You were only gone a few days this time, huh? Welcome back, Cora.”

He smiles again, then writes, “I missed your coffee.”

You laugh. “I have to take care of my regulars!”

The two of you “talk” this way until he empties his cup, then he stands up and places some money on the counter, leaving a generous tip. 

You walk around the counter, preparing to go and open the door for him. He’s accidentally walked into the glass twice now. He walks beside you, raising his arms to stretch. Only he’s seemingly forgotten how tall he is, so his hand hits the light fixture on the ceiling. It shatters right above both your heads, making you cry out in surprise. 

Corazon immediately wraps his arms around you, shielding you from the falling glass with his body. You freeze, staying completely still until there’s no more glass to fall. 

As you stand there, still locked in his arms, you realize this is the first time he’s ever touched you. His body is warm against yours, the smell of cigarettes on his clothes, as he gently holds you. You have to resist the urge to snuggle into his embrace. 

You lift your face to look up at him. This close, it’s strikingly clear how ridiculously tall he is. “Are you alright, Cora?”

He releases you and hurriedly pulls out his notepad. “I’m fine!” he writes. “What about you?”

You reach up and start knocking the glass out of his coat. “I’m fine too, thanks to you.”

He writes on the notepad again. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry!” Then he looks around for a moment before going to grab a broom from the corner. 

The two of you work together to clean up the glass, then he apologizes in writing again. 

“Please don’t worry about it,” you tell him. “It was an accident.”

He gives an awkward nod, and an even more awkward smile. 

Ahh, he’s adorable! And so sweet! Should you shoot your shot? The worst he can say is no. 

You put one hand on his arm as he starts to leave, stopping him in his tracks. He looks back at you curiously. 

“Uh, Cora? Would you like to have dinner together sometime?”

His eyes widen, his face reddens, and he stares at you for a moment before pulling out his notepad again. He writes something, marks it out, then begins writing again. You watch him, growing nervous by how long it’s taking him. He’s definitely writing more than “yes” or “I’d love to”. 

Finally he tears the paper free and hands it to you. As you begin to read it, your heart sinks. 

“Thank you for asking. I’m flattered. But I think it would be a bad idea. I’m busy most of the time doing jobs for my brother.”

“Oh,” you say, feeling foolish but trying to remain casual, “I understand! Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

He waves his hands in a dismissive gesture, as if to say, “not at all”. He gives you one more uneasy smile before he steps out the door, leaving you there to feel embarrassed and dejected. 

You’re just glad the cafe is empty and no one else saw him turn you down. 

Later that afternoon, the cafe owner comes in, sees the broken light fixture, and promptly fires you. Explaining that a customer broke it does no good. There have been lots of things broken or damaged while you were watching the cafe, mostly due to Corazon’s clumsiness, and the owner thinks the common link is you. 

It’s an understandable assumption. She thinks you’re breaking stuff and blaming customers. If you were her, you’d probably think the same thing. 

Feeling like your day couldn’t possibly get worse, you leave the cafe and go to meet up with your friend in front of the fountain in the town square. 

You’ve known Ami for years, and she greets you with a grin and a wave. When you give back a half hearted smile, she frowns and says, “What’s wrong?”

The two of you sit on a nearby bench. The weather is warm and clear, birds are singing in the trees overhead, and children are running past, kicking a brightly colored ball. The world truly moves on, no matter how miserable you are. 

“I got fired,” you tell Ami, deciding not to mention that you asked out a ten foot tall pirate and got rejected. 

Ami pats your back soothingly. “That’s awful! You’ve been there for so long.”

“Three years,” you say. “I don’t know what I’ll do now. There aren’t many jobs available in town, and I’ve got rent due next week.”

Ami’s worried face turns excited. “You could come with me tonight!”

You shake your head. “Oh no. We’ve already talked about this. I just don’t think I’m cut out for that.”

Ami rolls her eyes. “It’s not surgery! Anyone could do it. The pay is great by the way.”

You try to fairly consider her suggestion, but you have trouble imagining yourself doing what she does. Ami is one of several women who get paid to go to parties hosted by the Donquixote family and sometimes “entertain” the executives. 

A thought occurs to you. “Do you ever see Corazon at these parties?” you ask. You’ve always wanted to know but you dreaded the answer. Now finally being rejected, you feel like you can handle the truth. 

“He almost never shows up,” Ami says. “Even when he does, he’s there maybe ten minutes before he’s gone again. He never picks a girl either.” Then she looks you in the eye. “Why? Is he your type?”

You quickly shake your head. “No, he just comes into the cafe sometimes so I was curious.”

“Most of the executives have a few girls they always pick from,” she explains. “If you’re new, you probably won’t get picked at all the first couple of times, and if you do, it’ll be Doflamingo.”

“The boss?” you ask, not sure what his official title would be. You’ve seen him around town a few times, and heard plenty about him. He’s Corazon’s older brother, but he gives an entirely different impression. “Isn’t he scary?”

Ami shrugs. “A little, sometimes, but he’s not so bad as long as you don’t piss him off. He’s never been rough with me, and actually I leave there very satisfied!”

“Ami!” 

She laughs again. “Oh, stop clutching your pearls! Your virgin ears might not want to hear this, but sex is actually fun with the right people.”

You sigh. It’s not that you think there’s anything wrong with sex, or even having sex for money. You just find the idea of it intimidating. It’s not fear, per se, but merely a general anxiety. You really need to get over it already. 

“If I go,” you say, making Ami perk up, “what would happen if I got picked and backed out?”

“Then you go home. You don’t get paid of course, but you got to spend an evening partying with pirates and enjoying free drinks. Not a bad deal, right?”

That doesn’t sound too bad actually. You could use a night of drinking after the day you’ve had. And Corazon almost never shows up, so you don’t have to worry about running into him. Even if he does, Ami said he’s just there for a few minutes. You can hide in the bathroom until he’s gone. 

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

Ami grins. “Great! We’ll have so much fun! Oh, but it’s a pool party tonight so it’s required that you wear a bikini.”

You blanch. “A bikini? I don’t even own one.”

“That’s fine, you can borrow one of mine,” Ami says, excitedly taking you by the hand and walking toward her home. “Let’s go pick something out!”

*****

When evening comes, you don your borrowed bikini, an embarrassingly skimpy one in a rich purple color, and go with Ami to the Donquixote family’s headquarters, where the party is already getting started.

At the entrance, Ami introduces you to someone who looks like a clerk. You sign your name to a guest book, then walk inside. 

You’re not sure what you expected a pirate hideout to look like, but this is definitely not it. The main area looks like a ballroom that’s been converted into a club. There are colorful lights everywhere, a bar erected on one side, and plenty of tables for party goers to sit at. The back of the room opens onto a patio surrounding a large swimming pool. There’s music playing and at least two dozen other women in bikinis, laughing and chatting with the men. 

Right away you notice that there’s more than just the executives there. Several men in business suits are clustered around a few tables close to the bar. You suppose it makes sense. The Donquixote family does “business” with a lot of people. 

Near the center if the room, a huge leather couch has been placed. On it sits the head of the family, Doflamingo. He’s wearing a bright pink suit, the white shirt beneath his jacket unbuttoned to display his impressive chest. Three women are hovering around him already, one of them bold enough to drape an arm around his neck. He’s laughing as one of them reaches him a drink. 

Ami leads you right over to him and introduces you as her friend. His head tilts up toward you, but with his sunglasses on, you can’t tell if he’s looking directly at you. 

“Enjoy the party, new girl!” is all he says before his attention returns to the other women. You’re not sure if you’re relieved or disappointed that he’s not taking much interest in you. 

Ami sits down on the far end of the couch, so you sit down beside her. The two of you each grab a drink and you begin your night of trying to forget your woes. 

Just ten minutes later, you spot a familiar figure walking in. It’s Corazon! Your body shoots up from the couch immediately, startling Ami. 

“I have to use the restroom. Can you show me the way?”

Ami looks confused. “But we just got here. Let me finish my drink and then I’ll-“

“No, it has to be now!” you say, a little more forcefully than you intended. You keep glancing at Corazon anxiously, judging how long it’ll take him to reach the couch and praying he doesn’t notice you. 

At one point your eyes flick over to Doflamingo. It seems like he’s looking at you, but you’re not sure. Then he looks out at the crowd and apparently spots his brother, because he loudly says, “Corazon! It’s bad taste to show up late for your own birthday party!”

What?! This is Cora’s fucking birthday party?! 

Oh no. He’ll definitely be staying longer than a few minutes! Maybe you can stay out of sight for most of the evening. You start to step away from the couch, deciding you’ll just find the restroom yourself. But then Doflamingo’s voice rings out again over the sound of the music as he calls to his brother. 

“Come meet the new girl!”

You freeze just three steps away from the couch. Should you just keep walking? Pretend you didn’t hear that? Ignoring the boss of the family would probably be a bad idea. It might even affect Ami, since she’s the one who brought you here. 

Shit. There’s no way out of this situation. Your worst nightmare is about to come true. Cora, the man you’re in love with who just rejected you, is about to see you in a skimpy bikini, here to make money because your pathetic ass lost your job. 

Steeling yourself for the humiliation, you turn around to see Corazon stepping up to the couch. His eyes meet yours, and then practically bulge out of his head. You look down at the floor, and when your eyes shift back to him, he’s very pointedly avoiding looking at you. 

“N-nice to meet you,” you stammer. 

He nods without meeting your gaze, then walks over to sit down on the couch, grabbing a drink from a tray as he goes. You scurry off to the bar, not looking back. 

As you down another drink, you think about just leaving right now, try to salvage what little dignity you have left. But Ami is worried, and you tell yourself that the damage is already done now. Might as well stay until the party is over. 

You spend the next two hours dodging Ami’s questions about why you’re avoiding the vicinity of the couch and trying very hard not to keep glancing at Corazon. He’s put on his sunglasses, so just like his brother, it’s hard to tell exactly where he’s looking. A pretty lady is sitting beside him, her body close enough to brush his arm. Curiously, you haven’t seen him pull out his notepad even once. 

After a while longer, you start to notice that the other executives are leaving one by one, most of them with a woman (or in some cases a man) on their arm. Things must be winding down.  

Corazon stands up from the couch, and you feel your nerves prickling as you wonder if he’ll take the woman who sat beside him all night with him. 

He doesn’t. He gives her a polite nod and starts to walk away, but his brother stops him. 

“Leaving already? This is your party!” Doflamingo says, a wide and frankly unsettling grin on his face. 

Corazon pauses and looks back, then shakes his head. 

Doflamingo suddenly looks your direction and says, “New girl! Come over here!”

His tone is light, but there’s something authoritative about his voice that makes you obey. This man is accustomed to people around him doing as they’re told. 

You walk over to the couch and stand a few feet away from Doflamingo, who’s still grinning as he steps closer to you. Still facing his brother, he says, “Go ahead and pick a girl, Corazon. You haven’t since your last birthday. How about the new girl here? She’s been staring at you all night.”

You look up at Doflamingo in shock, your face instantly burning with shame. How could he just call you out like that? Is he actually a total asshole?!

Corazon’s face turns slightly pink as he pulls out his notepad. He writes for a moment then holds it up. “Not tonight. Maybe some other time.”

Wow. You’ve never been rejected twice in one day before. He doesn’t want to go out with you and now you know he doesn’t even want to fuck you. You’d cry if you weren’t certain that would only make this whole thing even more embarrassing. 

“Really?” Doflamingo asks, looking from Corazon’s notepad back to you. “She’s cute. I guess I could go ahead and break her in.” As those words leave his mouth, you feel his hand on your shoulder, where it slowly slides down your bare arm. 

Ehhh?! No no no, this is all happening too fast! You’re not sure you’re ready! You open your mouth to say something, but before the word “wait” can even leave your lips, Corazon grabs your hand and pulls you away from his brother. 

You blink up at him in surprise, but he doesn’t write a word or make a single gesture as he walks away, pulling you along behind him. 

You hear Doflamingo laugh menacingly and call out, “Have fun, little brother!” as you and Corazon leave the room. 

Now in a hallway, away from the noise and the lights, you realize how firmly Cora is holding your hand. Not tightly enough to hurt, but enough to make sure you stay in his grasp. 

He leads you into one of several rooms on the right side of the hall and quickly shuts the door behind you both. 

It’s a bedroom, probably one of many the executives use during parties like this. The furnishings and decor are simple but elegant, but the room itself is just a bit chilly. Just as Corazon turns around to face you, it dawns on you that you’re standing here in front of him in a bikini, a borrowed one that’s a bit too small at that. Suddenly you feel very vulnerable as this stupidly tall man looms over you, and you can’t help shivering. 

Cora pulls off his black feathered coat and drapes it around your shoulders, then pulls out his notepad again. 

“What are you doing here?” he writes. 

You look away from him. “I lost my job. I needed money so my friend suggested this.”

He looks at you for a moment, then writes, “Is it because I broke the light?”

“No, no, that’s not it,” you lie. You really don’t want him to feel responsible. 

He writes some more, then holds up the note. “You should go home now.”

The words irritate you. What right does he have to tell you to leave? “I need this,” you tell him, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice. “I’ll leave after I’ve been paid.”

He frowns, then writes, “This isn’t the place for you. I’ll take you home.”

Now you frown as you pull off his coat and push it into his arms. “I told you, I’m staying. This is none of your business.”

You don’t miss the way his eyes move down your body, but he quickly recovers and writes more on the note. “If you stay my brother will pick you tonight.”

Oh yeah. There’s that. You don’t really want to sleep with Doflamingo, so you’ll probably just back out, but you’re not telling Cora that. 

“So? At least he thinks I’m cute. You don’t want me, so why shouldn’t I have some fun with him?”

The look of utter shock on Corazon’s face almost makes you feel guilty for what you said. He hurriedly scribbles on the notepad in messy handwriting, “He’s dangerous! I don’t want you near him!”

Now you’re even more annoyed. “You turned me down! It doesn’t matter what you want! Maybe it’s nice to be wanted every now and then!”

His face reddens as he writes more. He stops, stares at you, then finishes writing. He looks away from your face as he holds up the notepad. 

“I do want you! I have for months! But I didn’t want you to get involved with this family. I don’t want you to be hurt.”

“Really?” you ask, looking up at him. 

He nods, then writes, “You have no idea how hard it was to say no to you. Especially when you’re dressed like that!”

You reflexively look down at yourself. You feel like you’re practically naked. “Oh, uh, I actually borrowed this from my friend. I’m not exactly the bikini type.”

He scribbles something else and holds it up in an urgent gesture. “You’re beautiful!”

You smile, about to say something else when you notice the awkward way he’s holding his coat in front of himself. Almost like he’s trying to hide something… 

Could it be? 

You reach out and slowly pull his coat away. He flusters about, his mouth open as if he wants to say something, his face reddening. 

Ah, your guess was right. There’s a massive bulge visible in his pants. So massive that it looks like he’s got a third leg squeezed in there. 

Holy shit. Well, he is ten feet tall. You suppose you should have expected that. 

He looks adorably embarrassed, giving you an apologetic look and hurrying to write a quick “sorry” on his notepad. 

You can’t hold back a laugh. Is this guy really a pirate? An executive in a dangerous crime family? 

“Sorry for what? At least now I know you’re attracted to me,” you say. 

“I always was,” he writes. “From the first day I went to the cafe.”

You step closer, reaching up to touch his arm. “Cora…”

He holds up a hand to stop you and shakes his head, then writes, “Rosinante”. 

You read the word out loud.

“My real name,” he writes. 

“Rosinante,” you repeat, loving the way it rolls off your tongue, “I’m already here, already involved with these people. No point in trying to keep me away now.”

He sighs, looks at you guiltily, and writes, “I know. Just be careful.”

“I will,” you tell him. Your eyes keep being drawn to that enormous beast in his pants, then you look over at the bed. He notices where you’re looking and goes even redder. 

Gosh, he’s cute. 

“Rosinante, can you bend down for a second?” you ask. 

He nods, then leans forward, bending at the waist so that his face is level with yours. You take the opportunity to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He freezes, his eyes wide, then he grins. 

He walks over to the bed and sits down, then pats his lap. You step over and stand in front of him, hesitantly looking at his thighs. He pats them again, and so you carefully sit on his lap, the soft fabric of his pants feeling warm against your bare skin. It makes you remember how little clothing you’re wearing. 

Sitting in his lap this way, you can look him in the eyes. You feel one long arm wrap around you and pull you closer, then he slowly leans his face toward yours and gives you the softest, gentlest kiss on your lips. When he pulls back, he’s staring at you questioningly, as if he’s asking if that was alright. 

In response, you kiss him back, far more aggressively. Your arms encircle his neck, your lips opening against his so that your tongue can taste his mouth. He tastes like he smells, like cigarettes, but with a hint of sweetness. 

His hands are subtly roaming your body, brushing over your thigh, his fingers grazing the side of your breast. You reach back and untie the strings of your bikini top, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. 

Rosinante’s eyes are glued to your chest as one of his hands cups your breast. He lightly squeezes it before dipping his head and running his tongue over the nipple. You shiver in his arms, your bikini bottom starting to feel damp. 

His free hand slips between your thighs and rubs your pussy through the fabric, then he slides his whole hand down the front of your bikini bottom. You jerk in his lap, startled by the sudden sensation. His long fingers part your slick flesh and stroke your throbbing clit. 

“Ahh… Rosinante!” you whine, your hands gripping his shirt. You didn’t know it could feel so good for someone else to touch you there. 

His fingers keep working, one of them slipping inside you while his thumb takes care of your clit. He knows what he’s doing. Despite his apparent shyness, he clearly has some experience. 

He holds you so sweetly with one arm around your quivering body, his eyes watching your face as you come undone. As the pleasure builds, you kiss him again, wanting there to be no distance between the two of you at all. 

The climax hits you while his tongue is in your mouth, and you whimper against his lips as you clutch his arm. He doesn’t stop or pull away until you’ve ridden your orgasm to completion and are left panting in his lap. 

You can feel his erection through his pants, practically pulsing now. You want to help him with that. Scooting off his lap, you peel off your soaked bikini bottom, your face heating up by the way his eyes follow the fabric sliding down your legs. 

Now completely naked, you reach for the buttons of his shirt and nervously undo them. It’s only fair for him to undress too! As you push his shirt back off his shoulders, your eyes widen in shock. His body is covered in scars! Your fingers trace them as you stare in wonder. What sort of life has he lived that resulted in this? 

Glancing at his face, you see that he looks a little embarrassed. He shouldn’t be. His body is much more toned than his lanky silhouette would imply. He’s…

“Beautiful.”

The word slips out before you realize it, and he smiles in return. Then he stands up from the bed to pull off the rest of his clothes. 

The scars cover his legs as well, and his hair is a bit longer than you expected now that it’s uncovered. But what you noticed first, and what you’re having trouble taking your eyes off, is the positively enormous cock standing straight out from his body. You find it both arousing and terrifying.

But Rosinante is a gentle person. You trust him not to hurt you. 

He lays you back on the bed and pushes your legs apart, then positions himself between them. Looking up at him, you realize just how much his huge frame dwarfs you. This man could do anything he wants to you. 

“Uh, I’ve never done this before, so…”

He looks a little surprised, but he reaches over and grabs his notepad from where he left it on the nightstand and writes, “I’ll be careful!”

Indeed, he moves slowly and gently, lifting your hips and pulling your body into his lap, your legs on either side of his torso. You close your eyes, draping one arm over your face. You feel his tip rub over your pussy, sliding up and down through the slippery folds, grazing your clit and making you shudder. 

Then, oh so slowly, it presses in. There’s a feeling of fullness you enjoy, but after it keeps going in, you feel the sting of a slight stretch, making you wince. 

He pauses, then you feel his hand on your arm, moving it from your face. You open your eyes to see him looking carefully at your expression. Is he trying to determine how far he can go in without hurting you? Ah, he’s so wonderful. 

“It’s okay,” you tell him. “I can take a little more.”

He gives you a look that asks, “Are you sure?”

You look up at him pleadingly. “Rosinante, please… I want more of you inside me!”

The blush that spreads over his face is such a lovely shade of pink. He answers your plea by going deeper, making you gasp. He reaches one hand down to rub your clit with his thumb again, using the pleasure to ease your discomfort. It works. Your body arches off the bed, your arms wrap around his neck, and he begins to make shallow thrusts. 

He’s not all the way in, that much is obvious. His face looks strained and you know it must be taking every ounce of his self control to stop at the right depth each time he thrusts in. You hope you can eventually reach the point that you can take every inch of him. 

He’s bracing himself up with one arm, keeping himself from crushing you, while his other hand is gripping your hip, holding you steady. His thrusts become faster, creating a rhythm with just the right amount of friction to make you moan. 

Your hands move up to rake through his hair as he leans over you, kissing your neck and collar bone, trailing down to kiss your chest. 

He touches you so tenderly, even as his massive cock stirs up your insides. You find yourself trying to grind further onto him, instinctively trying to take more of him. 

You can hear him breathing harder, his grip on your hip tightening. His kisses feel more desperate, more hungry, as you begin to feel that familiar pleasure building again. His cock is rubbing a spot within you that makes you clench around him. 

His face is buried in your chest when you cum again, your legs curling up to wrap around him, your body desperate for him to be even deeper inside you. 

You tremble beneath him as he keeps thrusting, slower now, slightly deeper. And then, you hear the sweetest moan as you feel him cum inside you, shooting his hot load into your core. 

He… he moaned! You know his vocal cords still work, but he never speaks due to trauma. His voice is the loveliest sound you’ve ever heard. 

He stays entangled with you for several more minutes, until both of you stop shaking. Then he pulls out and sits up. He looks at you, his 

eyes seeming to shine as he watches you pant, your body still spread out on the bed. 

When you’ve recovered, you sit up and start looking for your bikini. Or rather, Ami’s bikini. Rosinante reaches you the top and helps you tie it in the back, then grabs his notepad as you pull on the bottom. 

“Please don’t come to any more of these parties,” he writes. “Doffy might mess with you just to bother me.”

“I won’t,” you tell him, sitting beside him on the bed. “But I need to find a new job.”

He writes more and shows it to you. “I’ll go explain things to the cafe owner and pay for any damages.”

Oh, he knew after all. You smile. “Thanks.”

He nods, then stands up and begins dressing. You watch him, drinking in his beautiful scarred form. “Rosinante,” you say, drawing his attention, “Happy Birthday!”

[gojo-mochi]

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Rosinante / Slight Reader x Doflamingo

Context: Reader is a part of the Donquixote Pirates and has been having a fling with Corazon behind the scenes now for a while. Set in a random high class hotel/building that Doffy owns or something like that. Reader Call Rosinante by “Corazon” in front of others then Rosinante when they’re alone. Rosinante ‘speaks’ thru a notepad.

CW: Sub!Corazon. P/V, Oral Male and Fem recieving, sort of dom!reader, Reader wears make up, Riding, slight voyeurism, sort of mean!reader? crying, unprotected sex…

A/N: WOW a one piece fic on my blog?!? Also forgot/too lazy to search up who was in the crew back when Corazon was in it so…Sorry if the other crew members are OOC they are based off of what I can remember in the anime and my own headcaons. Trying to write more Dom!Reader even tho I’m a huge sub hope its okI!  Reblogs and Comments super appreciated!

You were in the bathroom applying another coat of lip-gloss on while running late for the meeting. It's not like Doflamingo cared much, to be fair, as he was usually the last one to get to the meeting, making a dramatic entrance by kicking the doors open every time. You smacked your lips together with a ‘pop’ once you were done and checked yourself out in the mirror. A very tiny cropped top that barely covers the chest and shows off the bottom of your lacey bra if you lifted your arms up a bit paired with an equally tiny pair of shorts that stuck to your ass like a second skin, plus you were rocking the 5 inch heel that you loved so much. Of course, it didn’t really matter when you were standing next to a giant like Rosinante or Doflamingo, but you still enjoyed the feeling it gave. You smiled and winked at your image in the mirror. Strutting out of the bathroom and making your way to the meeting room, you find the other members lounging around the room. Trebol and Senor Pink were talking to each other in the corner; well, Trebol was the only one who kept talking, and Senor Pink just stood there with a stoic expression like usually. He gave you a small wave when you entered the room, to which you gave a nod in return.

Diamante was standing next to Rosinante, and the both of them gave you quite the wide-eyed look as you saunter towards them. Diamante was more open and unashamed with his staring than Rosinante was. Diamante looked at you up and down with a smirk; "Going somewhere after this Y/N? Perhaps a special mission?" he said with a snicker. You roll your eyes at his tone, turning your attention to Corazon instead and fluttering your eyes at him. "Hey Corazon~ Did you receive the report I sent yesterday?" You swayed your hip lightly as you spoke, and Rosinante’s eyes followed the turns for a sec before blinking, looking away, and giving you a stiff nod. "I wouldn’t be surprised if he accidentally burned it or dropped it somewhere." Diamante barked out a laugh at the end.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, puffing up a bit to look up at Diamante with a small glare. "Stop bullying him, Diamante; he’s a part of our family too." Diamante bent forward to meet with you, nose to nose, with a smirk. "He’s like the black sheep of the family, stupid and useless; it's hard to believe that he’s even related to Doflamingo, to be honest." He snarled, bumping into you. Rosinante stood up from his seat and got in between you two. Diamante straightened his back out to his full height and snickered at Rosinante: "What is the baby brother finally going to step up for now?" He mocked, moving his hands to his face to make mock eyeing motions. Rosinante let out a growl from the back of his throat and balled up his fists. It would be a lie if you said that you weren’t feeling your pussy flutter from his actions.

Blam!

The meeting room’s door flew open, and the hinge creaked miserably, barely holding on for dear life. Doflamingo, in all his glory, leg hair and all, strolls into the room with an everlasting smirk plastered on his face. His eyebrow raised high above his sunglasses as he looked over at you first, then at Rosinante and Diamante, who were still in a death stare contest with each other. "Is there a problem here?" Doflamingo spoke with a chippy tone, the smile not leaving his face, but you could hear the underlying threat in the tone. Diamante was the first one to lean back with a shrug and say, "No problems here, ain’t that right, Corazon~?" He mocked the last part, blowing a kiss to Rosinante, who was still standing in front of you. Rosinante huffed and looked away, giving his brother a nod and turning his attention back to you. Tapping you on the shoulder to check if you’re okay.

You smiled at him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it with a soft purr. "Thank you, Corazon, my sweet knight~" you whispered softly so only he could hear you. Rosinante’s face blush a deep cherry red, but before you could tease him any further, Doflamingo clapped his hands together loudly to gather everyone’s attention. "Good! No problems, then! Let’s get this meeting started!" Everyone in the room focused their attention on Doflamingo now, gathering to their respected seats. Rosinante held out your own chair for you before he sat down in his. Senor Pink was the first to start off his reports with some input from Trebol. The meeting went around like that, with everyone giving out their reports and any news. It was quite boring, so to pass the time, you started to play footies with Rosinante next to you.

Slowly toeing the side of his long legs, starting from his calves and nudging them aside so you could travel up to the inside of his thighs. Rosinante clenched and unclenched his fists on his lap, his eyes flickering over to you and to Trebol, who kept droning about some town that owned them taxes or something like that. You can see him chew on the inside of his cheek to stop sounds from escaping his pretty lips. Trebol finally finished his story, and now it was Rosinante's turn. You crept your foot up more and more, pretending to turn your body towards Rosinante so you could listen better, but it was so you could have more access to his body. Sliding up all the way so you could press lightly on the bulge in his pants with the edge of your heel. Rosinante pulled out his files and notepad with shaky hands.

Diamante sneered at him, mouthing Pathetic," while the others just watched on with various levels of confusion. Doflamingo started tapping his finger on the table as a sign for Rosinante to hurry up. Rosinante sucks in a shaky breath when you put a bit of pressure on his bulge, spreading out both his papers on the table and his legs underneath. You held back a snicker, as you knew this was a sign that Rosinante was liking your actions a bit too much. Rosinante began his presentation by showing off his reports, which there were very few of, and writing stuff down on his notepad to explain some points. Diamante let out a huge fake yawn, causing you to send him a small glare. Rosinante shuffled around a bit before closing his hand into a fist to signal that he was done. Doflamingo seemed to stare at him for a while, leaning on his hand with his elbow on the table. The silence was suffocating; you even stopped moving your foot around when Doflamingo set his intense gaze on you.

The corner of his lips turned into a sharky grin for only a second, like it was only meant for you to see. You tried to suppress the chill that crept up your spine, not sure what he meant by that or if you were even seeing things right. Doflamingo stood up from his chair, knocking it over with a flair, arms stretched out with a wide grin on his face. "Well, I think that all of this meeting! We’ll be staying in this villa for a little while longer, perhaps a week or so, depending on how fast the mayor of this town folds." He laughed at the end; Trebol and Diamante laughed along with him, while you sneakily slid closer to Rosinante’s side after sliding your foot down from his body. You lean over to his tall stature, your hand replacing the spot your foot was previously on before giving a harsh squeeze. Purring out softly, "Go wait for me in the third floor’s common room..." you stood up after that, stating that you were going to take a nap, waving back at Senor Pink and ignoring any comment Trebol had for you.

When you were walking past Doflamingo, though, his hand gently landed itself on top of your head, petting your hair, then gliding back to the small of your back. The touch made you both shiver from the cold touch and heat up with a soft blush. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together when his thumb started rubbing small circles on your bare skin. He bent halfway over to speak over the shell of your ear. His large body blocked your view from the rest of the members. "Have a good rest, dear y/n~" he hummed, lips barely touching your ear, the vibrations making you choke on a moan and bit your lips to stop anymore from coming out. He lazily stood back up and slapped your back with a light touch before walking off to talk with Diamante and Trebol.

You adjusted your shirt, your palms flattening themselves on your chest to try to calm your racing heartbeat. You felt the heated stares of your fellow members behind you; you knew one of them belonged to Rosinante, but you didn’t turn around to find out who the others belonged to. Walking to the doors that creaked loudly when you pulled on them, one of the hinges fell off as you hurried past, feeling embarrassed by what happened. Once you were a far distance away from the meeting room, you gathered yourself back up, checking your makeup in a compact mirror, and pretending that the wet spot in your panties wasn’t there because of stupid Doflamingo and his stupid cold hands and dumb deep voice. You shake your head, hoping to ignore the creeping thoughts that linger in the back of your mind about your boss. You're starting your trek back to your room to grab some items for your fun time with Rosinante later. ‘With Rosinante and not Doflamingo!’ you thought to yourself, unsure of how you exactly felt about that statement.

You grabbed some condoms out of your room and decided to stay there for a while, knowing that Rosinante would immediately go up to the third floor like you asked, You wanted to tease him for a bit and make him wait in anticipation. You imagined he was sweating up there, looking around, and waiting nervously for you to come through the door. His pants still tight from what happened during the meeting. Oh, how you loved to make his pretty cock weep for you. You looked at the time, about 20 minutes had passed since you entered your room. You could honestly make him wait for an hour or so; Rosinante was patient like that for you. But you were getting impatient yourself, so you took one last twirl in the mirror, pushing up your chest and lowering down your shorts so that your panties peeked through the top, and made your way to Rosinante.

Your heels clack loudly on the empty floor, and you still look around to see if anyone is hiding somewhere somehow. You usually enjoyed the thrill of getting caught, but you would rather not get caught by any of the other Donquixote pirates, mostly because they would be super annoying about it. You were sure that some of the older members had an inkling about what was going on, but things left unsaid should be left untouched after all. You arrived at the door of your somewhat secret rendezvous with Rosinante. You took a deep breath and opened the door slowly, calming down your previous nerves so you could eye up Rosinante like the prey he was. You smirked when you saw the state he was in; besides the obvious way his pants were down to his thigh and the nice wet spot his boxers were sporting, you could tell that Rosinante was touching himself while he was waiting for you.

With the way his hands were shaking and the nervous sweat that shined on his forehead and neck. He grabbed his notepad to write something down, standing up to greet you: "You took a while; is everything ok?" You almost giggled at how worried he was, but he still had time to jack off. "I’m fine, dear… It seems like you weren’t too worried about me, though.." You poke at the wet spot, causing Rosinante to blush even deeper than he did before. He shook his hand even more as he tried to form a response on his notepad, but you stopped him, continuing to poke up to his chest and pushing him back down on the couch. Following with each step until you were straddling him. Your hands are going to unbutton his shirt straight away, and when his hands go to do the same to yours, you slap it away with a small ‘tsk’. "Naughty boys like you don’t get to touch me until you make up for it, alright?" He whined so sweetly that you almost caved and kissed him right then and there.

You shake your head at him instead, fully unbuttoning his shirt and trailing your finger down his chiseled chest, palming at the soft tuft of hair near his navel. Rosinante threw his head back with a soft groan, his hands grabbing at his notepad to write something down. "Please, please, I’m sorry, let me make it up." His handwriting was getting more scribbly as he showed you the notepad. You grab his bulge, squeezing it, making him whimper at the touch. "You’ll make it up to me? Hmm~? Eat my pussy like the good boy you are~? You tilted his chin up, so he was looking at you. He nodded rapidly at your question, his mouth opening and closing when you trailed your fingers over his cheeks and lips. You lean in to give him a kiss, lips molding with one another, your lip gloss and his lipstick smearing, fighting with each other over who can make the most mess. Your hand finds its way up to Rosinante’s hair, giving it a harsh tug as you pull away.

Rosinante let out a hiss at the sharp pain, but you soothed him by petting his head afterwards. Cooing at his already fucked out face and quivering lips. "Now, Now, you promised to make it up to me, so…" You stepped back from his lap to shimmy down your tight shorts and panties, Rosinante promptly scrambled down from the couch to help you pull your clothes off. You stop him from kissing your thighs; "Ah Ah.. you can’t leave any marks or else I will leave, got it?" While you loved it when he would leave all the kiss and bite marks on your body, you don’t want to deal with Diamante being annoying again if you happen to run into him afterwards. Rosinante's hands squeezed your thighs in protest, but with one look from you, he sadly nodded in agreement, softly lifting up your foot one by one to get rid of your clothes. His hands gripped the back of your thighs, parting them enough for his head to be buried in your pussy.

His tongue worked up and down your folds, catching all the sweet juice that came out. Your hands found their way to his hair and shoulder again, your nails digging in to keep yourself steady as you moan praises to him. "Th-that’s it, good boy, goo-good boy Rosinante, N-ahh, fu-fuck…a-nAH" You yelp when Rosinante starts to stand up with his face still slurping at your clit, his hands throwing your thighs over his shoulders, and keeping you secured by placing his hand on your ass and behind your thigh. "Oh fuck, Ros- Rosinante!" you screamed his name as his tongue worked its way inside your hole, his nose bumping against your clit. Your thighs clench around his head, but he didn’t seem to care or even know; he was just focusing on making your pussy tighten around nothing and your clit tremble from his licks.

He works his way all around your pussy, outlining the folds with the tip of his tongue. Mapping it out in his head, remembering each area that makes you twitch and shiver, before his tongue flicks up at your clit, rubbing circles around it before he would suck on it harshly. His red stained lips puckered around your clit like he was trying to suck you dry, and the loud slurping noises made you blush all the way to your ears. Then he would release just when your thighs started to squeeze him tight, going back to tongue-fucking your hole again. This repeats until you start to cry, make-up runs down your face, and you're clawing at his hair and shoulder.

"Ah-ngh! Mmahhh! Fu-fuck! I ne-need to cum, sweet-sweetheart please!"

Rosinante moaned when you called him by that nickname, mouth latching on to your clit again, tongue flattening itself on your small nub as he shakes his head back and forth, sucking at the same time. This motion made you cum so fast, you crossed your thighs on Rosinante’s head, almost making him fall down from the force but he held firm, slurping down all the nectar that your pussy had to offer him. Only letting go with a loud and lewd ‘pop’ once you tapped on his cheek thrice as a signal. You felt your legs turn to jelly as he set you down on the couch, his head still in between your thighs, looking up at you from his pretty lashes, waiting for your next command. You sigh heavily, trying to get your bearings so you won’t fold so easily.

Rosinante had that effect on you, he makes you want to tease and bully him, but once you get started and see those pretty expressions he makes, your self-control breaks down and you get right to fucking like rabbits. But tonight, you wanted to take it slow and make him work for it. Something inside you was stirring after that meeting, something that made you want to ruin him. You motioned for him to stand up with a finger; he was tall enough so that his cock was right in your face as you still sat on the couch. His cock was so pretty in your eyes, red and weeping at the tip, long and not too girthy, with a pretty vein right down the middle. You run the tip of your pedicured nail on the line of the vein, making him whimper so cutely, he looks around for his abandoned notepad, leaning down quick to grab it and write down his pleas; ‘Y/N please, please, please!" Each ‘please’ written down was messier than the last, his handwriting starting to deteriorate as he became undone.

You shush him with a jerk of your wrist at the base of his cock, causing him to choke on a moan. "You’re gonna let me suck this pretty dick of yours, and you’ll cum only when I say so, ok dear?" You start to slowly jerk him off after the last word, and Rosinante’s hand goes to hold your head, just weaving his fingers into your hand while his other hand was crumpling his poor notepad. You lick a strip up the vein, leaving glossy kiss marks on the way back down. "Answer me, sweetheart, you heard what I said, right?" You squeeze his cock in your hands, making his knees tremble. He lets go of your hair to write down his answer ‘YEs YES YES PLeaSE" The notepad was crumpled, and the handwriting was all over the place now. You giggled at the fucked out face Rosinante had when he showed you his notepad.

“Good boy… remember no cumming until I say so~”

You don’t give him time to answer as you take his whole length into your mouth, already knowing the best way to ease it into your throat as you had done so many times before. Hollowing your cheeks out and bobbing your head on his cock, letting the drool pool out, messy, just how Rosinante likes it. Your hand gathers up the spit, and you start to work your hands on the part your throat can’t reach or softly fondle his balls.

"Mm-ah-nngah-Fahh-Ahh" Schlorp Slurp Slurp "Mmm-fahhh-nnnnuuguhh-gahuhhhh-MmmmMAHH!"

Rosinante started to breathe quicker and quicker. You felt that he was close to cumming so you lolled off his cock, tongue out, and spit all over your chin, Your make-up was already ruined when he was eating out your pussy earlier, but even more now. You press kisses on his cock, licking at the tip to clean off any precum he has and rubbing your nail along his slit. Making him hiss, one hand going to cover his own mouth with the notepad, and one going to squeeze your shoulder. His legs barely kept him upright as he whined and whimpered from the loss of your warm throat on his needy cock. "Hmm?~ What is it, dear? Do you think you deserve to cum? Well~?" He shakes his head rapidly, you almost thought he was going to give himself whiplash. You twist your wrist, bringing his cock up and slapping it on your tongue. "Then tell me that you want it sweetheart~" You cooed.

He flips back his notepad to tear out a page with the words ‘yes’ and ‘please’ on them,  the notepad is now absolutely drenched in his drool, ink staining the crumpled page. He flimsily shakes the page, tears on the edge of his eyes as he tries desperately not to cum from your touch. Hips bucking up and down, twitching so much as his own body betrays him. You take pity on him, taking him back into your warm embrace, your hand going up to squeeze at his hip twice, signaling that it was finally ok for him to cum. It takes less than 5 seconds after your signal for his cream to start filling your mouth. You gulp down whatever you can before the rest starts to spill from the corner of your mouth, drizzling down on the cold marble floor.

Rosinante’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he lets out a deep groan; "Hahhhhh..nnngh Mmff.." He lets out coarse pants, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath once again. You lick off any excess cream on your chin as best you can, giving up when you start to see that you were also wiping out some red lipstick stains on your hand. You grabbed Rosinante’s hands and switched places with him, pushing him back down on the couch with a grunt, and you went back to straddle his lap. Forgoing all previous thoughts of taking it slow and teasing him, seeing Rosinante all weary and panting, his face messy, lips parting, and sigh panting out like a dog in heat, made your pussy flutter like no other. You quickly find his still sensitive and twitching cock and align it with your hole, not prepping yourself as you wanted to feel the stretch, the burn, that his cock gives you.

And oh, did it stretch you out, no matter how many times you guys fucked before, the stretch always felt so good. Rosinante's arms went to wrap around you as soon as his tip made it way inside. He held you close, his head resting on your shoulder, as he whimpering out from the overstimulation from his cock being squeezed by your tight pussy. You scratch at his back to leverage yourself as you start to bottom out on his cock, the tip barely reaching your cervix. You take deep gulps of air to adjust yourself to the feeling, then you start to bounce on his lap, trying to angle your thrusts so it would hit in the right spots, but it was hard to do so from the way you were straddling him. "Ros- Rosinante, love, sweet-sweetheart-mmah! Hahh-Help me out, her-NgAH!" He bucks his hip up without warning, hitting that sweet spot on his first try, his arms holding onto you tighter as he moans more loudly in your ear.

“Hahh, nggh, Guh-ahuhhh, Mmm”

Your hands dig into his wide back, leaving red scratches and marks as you listen to his sweet sultry whimpers, with each thrust and grind your body gave each other, you grew more and more tight as you felt another orgasm coming on. Rosinante began sucking on your neck and shoulders, lipstick smearing all over again, leaving hickeys even though you said before he can’t leave marks, but you were too fucked to care. Tongue lolling out the side of your mouth when he starts to speed up his thrusts, knowing that he was also close to cumming again. He lets go one of his arm from his hold to go down and caress your clit, speeding up the process even more. “Fu-fuck-ahhh! You hiss out, the blinding white pleasure made you shut your eyes tight as your thighs and pussy clenched down tightly. Rosinante lets out a lengthy whine as he cums again, letting out what seems like even more cream than before right inside your pussy. He still fucks you until you were done riding out your high, arm around your waist so you were held body to body with him.

You lean back a bit to see his face, pressing your foreheads together as your breath mingle, panting over each other quietly. You tap him on the shoulder three times as to be let go, he held on to you for a minute, not wanting the warmth to leave just yet, but when you tapped again, he lets go sadly with a pout on his cute face. You kiss the pout away, as you get up, freeing his cock from your pussy and all the cream that he fucked inside with a shiver. You looked down at your clothes and saw the condoms that you were supposed to use, peeking out from your pockets. You sighed, knowing that you gave in too quickly once again, and got cleaned up and dressed as best you could with the wipes you brought from your room. When Rosinante tugged on your wrist as you were getting dressed, head tilting as to ask why you were already leaving. “Oh sweetie~, I don’t have that much time today, I have something to do later tonight so I can’t cuddle with you this time. I’m sorry, baby.” You gave him a peck on the forehead when he wouldn’t let go of you. “Next time though, ok?”

He nods sadly, watching you make you way towards the door, you left him some wipes to clean himself off but you didn’t stay to help, fearing that you were already running late to your next planned meeting. Your heels clacked loudly on the floor as you hopped your way to the elevator to go back to your room for a quick change. Your mind was so preoccupied that you didn’t noticed the large figure in front of you until you crashed into it. Steady hands came to grab at your waist and you hear a deep and familiar chuckle ring out. You gulp and look up at the person you just bumped into, to find your own reflection in the shades’ of Doflamingo himself.

“Had fun, Y/N?” He asked, his voice a low timber. You back up in a hurry only to find yourself still trapped in his hold. ‘I-I don’t know what you mean..” You meekly whisper out, like he would believe any of it.

He let out a deeper guttural laugh at that. “Really now? Did you think I didn’t know what little fling you have going on with my little brother, hmm?” Your cheeks burn a bright red, ‘How long has he known?!’ You silently thought to yourself as he leans in closer.

“Seems like he didn’t fuck you right, considering you’re still able to walk right now…”

He goes down to bite at your neck, you yelped at the sudden pain, hands pushing at his chest to stop him but he lets go and licks the wound with another chuckle. The sensation made you shudder in fear and pleasure.

“Why don’t you try being with a real man and see how it compares… hmm?”

[grimmcodes]

Tutoriel Installation 🛠️⚙️🔧

Je vois que certaines personnes galèrent avec la mise en place du thème que j'ai partagé (notamment pour héberger le css). Alors voici un tutoriel d'installation pas à pas, avec captures d'écran, pour vous permettre de le mettre en place correctement 💗 ⚠️ Pour rappel, le Blank Theme dispose de ses propres explications, que vous retrouverez juste ici. ⚠️ Veillez à bien avoir configuré votre forum comme l'indique le Blank Theme juste ici. ⚠️ Le forum doit impérativement être en version ModernBB.

1️⃣Pour mettre en place tes templates.

Nous allons commencer par copier les templates depuis le github. Ici, ce sont les différentes parties d'HTML qui nous intéressent.

Nous allons progressivement les coller dans les diverses sections de forumactif (voir screen ci-dessous). 📌Exemple ici avec le template images_list que je vais copier depuis le github : 📁HTML (templates) > 📁general >📄images_list.

Et coller dans le template images_list de forumactif (qui s'obtient en allant décocher l'utilisation des blogs au préalable)

Les noms des HTML sont exactement les mêmes du github vers forumactif donc vous ne pouvez pas vous tromper. Vous avez juste à copier d'un côté et coller de l'autre, en n'oubliant pas à chaque fois de sauvegarder à droite en cliquant sur le symbole disquette💾(ouais, j'vais rentrer dans les détails à ce point).

Quand l'ensemble de tes HTML ont été copiés et collés correctement (général, poster & messages privés, profil), tu vas pouvoir passer à l'hébergement de tes divers CSS.

2️⃣Pour enregistrer ton css afin de l'héberger.

Je t'invite à aller sur le github mais dans la section CSS cette fois-ci. L'ensemble des CSS devront être enregistrés sur ton ordinateur puis hébergés en dehors de forumactif car ils sont trop longs. 📁 CSS > 📄CSS_global

Tu peux copier le code et le coller dans un logiciel qui permet d'éditer du code. Pour moi, ce logiciel sera Notepad++, parce que j'aime me faire du mal, mais sachez qu'il existe aussi SublimeText. Ces logiciels sont gratuits ✅ et indispensables pour pouvoir enregistrer vos feuilles en format .css (comme on le ferait pour une image en format .png ou .jpg quoi).

Quand j'ai copié mon css depuis github et que je l'ai collé dans mon logiciel d'édition de code, je n'ai plus qu'à lui donner un petit nom en sauvegardant (chez moi ça sera CSS_global) et à l'enregistrer en .css (Cascade Style Sheets File).

3️⃣Pour héberger ton css en dehors de forumactif après l'avoir enregistré sur ton ordinateur.

Ca y est, à cette étape, tu as normalement l'ensemble de tes CSS (global, instagram, messenger, page d'accueil etc...) d'enregistrés individuellement sur ton ordinateur. Tu peux désormais aller les héberger en dehors de forumactif. Pour cela, j'utilise personnellement Archive Host (parce que j'aime vraiment me faire du mal) mais, tu peux très bien utiliser Dropbox. Il te suffit juste de créer ton compte. Tu arriveras ensuite sur une page où tu pourras ajouter tes fichiers et les stocker dans un dossier. J'aime que mes documents soient rangés donc, je te conseille de créer un répertoire et de l'appeler par le nom de ton forum (comme ça, si t'en as plusieurs, impossible de te tromper !).

C'est ici que je vais y ranger mes feuilles de CSS préalablement enregistrées. Je clique sur ➕Ajouter des fichiers puis sur ⬆️Démarrer l'envoi quand j'y ai ajouté ceux que je voulais.

Ca y est ! Ta feuille de CSS est désormais hébergée. Mais ce n'est pas terminé. Il faut maintenant relier ton forum à cette feuille. Et pour cela, rien de plus simple :

En survolant ta feuille de CSS avec ta souris, une flèche va apparaître en haut à droite ⬇️, clique dessus puis sur 🟦 Informations et Codes.

Cette fenêtre va s'ouvrir. Je t'invite à cliquer sur l'URL à côté de Principal et de la copier. C'est le lien de ta feuille depuis Archive Host. Tu vas ensuite aller la coller dans ton overall_header sur forumactif. Mais pas n'importe où !

Ici, les URL vers mes feuilles de CSS sont collées les unes après les autres juste en dessous de <!-- CSS Externes -- > ET sous cette forme : <link href="URL ARCHIVE HOST ICI" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" charset="utf-8"> Il faut absolument que ces feuilles se trouvent avant la balise </head>. Tu verras, dans le code HTML de l'overall_header (à la ligne 20) j'ai laissé cet endroit vide, tu auras juste à les coller en dessous.

N'oublies pas de sauvegarder ! Et voilà. C'est tout. Rien de plus simple 💗 Cela te demande juste d'installer un logiciel d'éditeur de code (gratuit) et de te faire un compte sur Archive Host ou Dropbox (gratuit aussi). Si là encore vous êtes paumés.és (parce que ce n'est pas impossible malgré les screens et explications pas à pas), n'hésitez pas à m'envoyer un petit mp. 🌈

[ensigntii]

Series: Shugo Chara!

Artist: Peach-Pit

Details: Korean 'Character Encyclopedia, Part 2' and notepad. Dimensions: 9cm×9cm (3.5in×3.5in). Cost: ₩1,000 ($0.75, €0.70)

Publisher/Distributor: Dream Plus

Year Published: 2009

Source: Scanned from personal collection

Other notes: What a doozy this is! I bought this as part of a stationery bundle from a Korean seller on eBay years ago, so long ago that I can't find the original listing anymore, so I don't have a lot of information on this. But from using my basic as hell Korean skills and Google translate, this is part 2 of an encyclopedia that was printed in South Korea, including character profiles and a episode guide for the second third of the first season.

I don't know if it's a Google Translate issue, but some characters seem to have different names; Nadeshiko is listed as 'Sia', Ikuto as 'Toma' and Yaya as 'Yui.' I thought SK had done away with giving anime characters Korean dub names by then (see YGO and Digimon for examples) by 2009, but it looks like I stand corrected.

As for the distributor, Dream Plus, I can't find a lot of information about them except that they do/did exist.

I have better, unspliced and additional images on my Google Drive here. You're free to take them for your own use, I simply ask that you don’t repost without crediting me, and please reblog/drop a heart if you do use them ♡

PLEASE DON'T DELETE ABOVE COMMENTARY!

[insomniac-jay]

part 2 of the bofurin boys going to Paradise Grill

Satsumi hummed to Celia Cruz playing in the background while preparing for dinner. She enjoyed slow moments like this. Working in a restaurant was fast paced and not meant for everyone despite being most people's first jobs. She didn't invite her friends since she was having dinner with her family tonight.

"Not inviting your friends, Satsumi?" Kurtis asked.

"Nah, they're busy. Plus it feels like I don't spend enough time with my family." She playfully whined when he gently ruffled her hair while she set out dinner menus and condiments for diners.

When the members of Bofurin heard about Paradise Grill and the girl who worked there, they became intrigued. According to the Tokyo Manji Gang, she hated delinquents and could hold a grudge like nobody's business.

"There it is!" Nirei pointed to a brown two story building with a few lanterns hanging outside the entrance. Outside was a sign reading "Paradise Grill".

Sakura grinned excitedly as he pounded his fist together. "Let's go."

Satsumi was in the middle of helping Miwa with the final preparations for the dinner shift. Something came up in her mind that she needed to ask the eldest Fujiyama child about. "I ain't seen novio medico in a hot minute. He coming or is too scared to show his face after the incident?"

Meanwhile in the front of the house, Chie spotted a group of boys in green jackets entering the establishment. Thinking they were school boys, she greeted them with her trademark smile. "Chale and welcome to Paradise Grill!"

If Miwa would turn red, she'd be bright. "I thought we agreed not to speak about that in public!"

Goro, dressed in his blue apron and chef's robes, came in and clapped his hands. "Alright, people! Let's get this started!"

"Is that her?" Sugishita whispered into Suo's ear. The image of a rosy cheeked young girl who couldn't have been younger than 13 wasn't what he thought of when Takemichi described this legendary opponent. "I thought she'd be more...menacing."

"My name is Chie and I'll be your hostess tonight," she continued. "Follow me please."

The boys followed her to a table big enough to accommodate them. The "No delinquents allowed" and "Delinquent uniforms prohibited" signs didn't go unnoticed by any of them; including their hostess. Menus, condiments, and silverware were readily available. "We're just getting finished setting up so look over the menu. Your waiter will be with you shortly."

"Excuse me but are you the daughter of the family that owns this place?" Suo asked.

While waiting, Bofurin discussed the information they had so far, looking at the menu at the same time. The place was indeed family owned. However, they had yet to see their person of interest.

"Hm? Yeah. Me and my siblings work here," Chie innocently replied. She then disappeared to the back of the house to spread the news. "We got customers!"

"The hostess said she has siblings, right? Maybe she's one of them." Sakura played with the chopsticks. Hopefully she was as fearsome as their fellow gang made her out to be.

A young boy around their age approached them with a pen and notepad in his hands. "Good evening. My name is Kiyosuke and I'll be your waiter for tonight. Is there anything you'd like to drink?"

"This is our first time here. What do you recommend?" Suo asked.

Shocked, Kiyosuke pointed to himself. "Me? I'd get the Tropicana Azul. It's blue lemonade mixed with fruit punch and a little bit of soda."

"Sounds delicious. I'll take that," Kiryu said. "Are you the brother of our hostess?"

"Who, Chie? Yeah. One of them at least." Kiyosuke quickly wrote the order down. The Bofurin boys immediately took notice of that. Kiyosuke grunted a bit when he saw the looks on their faces. "I have three sisters. Miwa is the oldest, Satsumi is the middle, and you already met Chie. She's the baby."

"Am not!" Chie huffed once she sat a new batch of diners at a booth.

"Shut up, babyface! Don't mind her. She's in denial," Kiyosuke whispered.

So either Miwa or Satsumi was the one Toman warned of. Hopefully those two would show themselves sooner rather than later. Apparently, Kiyosuke also had a warning for them.

"I dunno if you guys are delinquents or not but if you are, don't let Satsumi see you."

"Yo!"

Nirei raised an eyebrow just as he'd been writing down all the information their waiter had given them. "Does she hate delinquents by any chance?"

Kiyosuke nodded.

"Chie did," Kiyosuke replied. He knew that tone all too well. Just as he was warning them about her too. "Satsumi, I swear I wasn't-"

They looked over to see a tall girl with bleach blonde hair wearing a white headscarf and a cook's clothes. She was heading towards him but stopped when she saw the Bofurin boys. Her expression changed in seconds. "Who let them in?" Her voice became chilling and deathly serious. All of Bofurin could feel the harsh coldness from it.

"Is there something wrong?" Suo gleefully asked.

"Aht aht. I don't wanna hear it. Get to stepping, you got orders to take. Now!"

She watched her little brother walk away then turned her attention to the uninvited guests sitting in her restaurant once he was out of her line of sight. She thought she made the rules explicitly clear, even added signs!

"Yes. You see, Paradise Grill has a very strict policy." Satsumi crossed her arms. Her friends and little sister being in relationships with delinquents was bad enough. Daring to sit in her restaurant with their uniforms on was going too far. "We don't serve delinquents. Leave."

Kiryu processed her words for a few minutes before it finally hit him. "Oh! You must be the one Toman was talking about!"

Satsumi's eye twitched a little. Now she had them talking about her?! Lord have mercy!

"Well, most of it came from Takemichi," Sakura added.

That information only made her more irritated. Was her peace and privacy not a concept to him? She'd shut him up next time they crossed paths. "What did that buffoon who somehow cheated natural selection tell you?"

Nirei began to list off everything they knew about her so far. "He told us you still hate him for breaking a plate on accident, you can hold grudges for a long time, and you're nothing to mess with."

"You're right. Now get the fuck outta here." Satsumi dug her nails into her hips. Much as she wanted, she couldn't threaten them with her knives in front of the other customers.

"Hmm...nope." Suo smiled. "But now we finally have a face to your name."

Satsumi nodded her head in indignation. She stormed back into a kitchen and immediately began cooking. If they wouldn't willingly leave, she'd make them. She made several plates laced with extra spice including wasabi and peppers. Once done, she took them to their table.

"I thought you hated delinquents enough to not cook for us." Sugishita looked at the food. He couldn't lie, it looked incredible. She definitely had a talent for cooking.

Satsumi smirked to herself. "Bon appetit."

[rennybu]

Hi there! Maybe this is a weird question, but as an artist and A D&D, I thought you might be a good resource! I'm wanting to commission a portrait of my D&D character for roll20 purposes, but I'm struggling with what refs and such I should gather for the artist. How can I make it as easy as possible for an artist when the character I'm wanting a portrait of isn't human? Would a written description suffice, or are images better? Thank you for whatever advice you have! --sincerely, a Loam enjoyer

DELIGHTFUL QUESTION, not weird at all!!! I hope its okay to publish this in case anyone else was wondering the same :']

Speaking as an artist who's done portrait commissions in the very recent past, a mix of images and written description is a sweet spot. Notes about specific features that the reference images might not show, or might not show accurately, help a lot to avoid retakes and corrections down the line.

Using Loam as an example, I have my own drawings of him I can crop and compile as reference, as well as a human model whose face proportions I like and make sure to include in case the realism is helpful at all to the artist. (The model is. EXTREMELY pale, ginger, and blue-eyed, so it really is just for like, Nose, Mouth, Jaw. FORM!) Then bolster what I've provided with additional reference - for Loam's ears, I have some pictures of cow ears saved for the overall shape and fur texture. AND all his jewelry afgkhfldKLJSHFGLSKD <3 Plus various armors, weathered fabrics, pieces of misc gear that complement and offer more options than what I've presented in my own artwork - to give the artist a range to work within, while still representing what I imagine suits Loam.

Simple notepad or Paint sketches also go a long way in conveying which details/features are most important to include in a given commission!!! Even scribbling over a reference image to be like, "this but PURPLE" is quick and easy. The power of the stick figure/smiley face with annotated doodles is never to be underestimated in communicating a bigger idea!!!!!!

SUMMARY?

Any existing artwork of the character

Any models/actors (or animals, for textures in fur/scales/eyes/teeth, etc etc) with features that are accurate to your image of the character

A simple doodle/sketch of the concept you have in mind

Written notes to consolidate the visuals you've provided and fill in any gaps that might still remain

BONUS? Links to the artist's own work depicting non-human features in a way you enjoyed seeing previously, that made you want to commission them for your character! (this has also helped me in the past with clients wanting lighting/rendering styles, hair, magic effects, etc. similar to pieces I'd done previously)

GO FORTH HAVE FUN!! i hope some of this was a little helpful :'D

[peachdues]

i usually have my wallet and keys, my earbuds, at least 1 notepad, a pen or two, pads, lip balm, tissues, plasters and a worry stone (and that little bag has a nanami plush keyring on it)

my work bag has all of the above PLUS snacks, a drink, an extra notepad, extra pens, paracetamol, a volume or two of manga (if i think i'll have time to read on a night shift) and for some reason there's a pad of post it notes in there right now???? (and that bag has a gojo plush keyring on it)

(am i prepared or do i have an anxiety disorder? the world will never know (both. it's both))

Ooooh I love the notepad thing!! I have the mental image of you flipping it open to scrawl something down like a distinguished journalist lmao

I love the small anime touches!! Truly that’s what I love about finding out what’s in people’s bags — I love knowing their personal touches!! And I didn’t know you were a Nanami girlie!!

People who always keep snacks on them are insanely hot and I aspire to be like them when I grow up!!

As a lawyer — the post its are so real 😭 I have 2-3 different kinds in my bag at all times. I go through so many stacks that I made my office manager have to up our orders.

You are perfect and always prepared!!

[byte-bite]

I use notepad++ for all my writing needs plus .txt files are really lightweight

This is an excellent rec, thank you! I tended to use Google Docs for storing soon-to-be-printed images across large docs, or copy-pasting .docx files for cross-device editing in a cloud. For the same purposes, I've revived my old college Notability account. They run on a subscription method now, but if you had one-time-purchased the legacy version, then you can continue to use most of its features!

[a3s1rxx]

Angel Numbers

Part 1 of ???

A supernatural Hunter Corp AU fanfic surrounding my OC

Cw: Slight sexual content, graphic depiction of murder/violence

It was late. About 12 in the morning to be exact. Aiden was heading out to see his girlfriend of 6 months, Kyra.

The walk to get there wasn’t that long, just under 15 minutes. The apartment was a decent one. It was a one bedroom located in Kansas.

Kyra opened the door at her boyfriend’s knock. She greeted him with a wide smile, and he greeted her with a passionate kiss.

“Are you hungry? I have some left overs from dinner tonight.” Kyra offered.

“Yeah that sounds nice.” Aiden stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. He took his shoes off and set them aside by the door. Kyra walked into the kitchen and started heating some food up in the microwave. Her boyfriend snuck up behind her, planting soft kisses on the side of her neck.

One thing led to another, and eventually the two were in the bedroom. Just before anything continued, Aiden leaned down and whispered to Kyra,

“Be my vessel. Let me in, please.” His voice a beckoning whisper. An enticing plea. Kyra looked at him with a puzzled face.

“You’re talking funny.” She giggled, hands holding his face in an endearing way.

“I just want your permission.” He smiled back down at her, kissing her nose.

“Well then yes, you have it.” Kyra leaned up and kissed Aiden. When she inhaled, she could almost feel an energy pass through her. She could feel her mind slipping away, as if something was replacing her from the inside out. Her heart raced. Aiden scampered off her, staring at her like he’d never seen her in his life. A few more minutes of panic, soon turned to tranquility. Aiden was in the corner of the room, naked and cowering. Kyra sat up, stretching out her limbs. She cracked her neck and looked over at Aiden.

“If it gives ya any comfort, I’ll make this quick.” Kyra spoke, her former southern accent replaced with an Irish one. Aiden couldn’t respond.

“I won’t tell anyone about you, I promise. I can keep a secret!” Aiden pleaded frantically.

“I’m sorry, lad, but I just can’t risk it.” Kyra, or rather whatever was puppeteering her, was now leering over Aiden

“Kafziel please.” Aiden whispered, trembling like a scared dog. His eyes resembled that of one too, possibly a last ditch effort of bargaining for his life.

“Tell the lord I send my regards.” Kafziel spoke, her wings projecting behind her. She reached back and plucked a blade from the image, and with one swift motion Aiden was dead.

***

“So how come dad couldn’t take this case.” Dean spoke, straightening his collar.

“Dad is outside the country. Plus, he thinks we can handle it.” Sam responded, looking out the window of the Fiat.

They pulled up to the apartment and got out. The brothers walked to the scene, where the police were interrogating what they thought was Kyra.

“I know that lady, that’s Krystal Kandy. The pornstar.” Dean chuckled.

“That’s great, Dean.” Sam rolled his eyes and folded his arms. “Can we focus on the task at hand?”

This was a crime scene. A brutal one. Victim Aiden Glassow, age 34. The cause of death was most definitely a murder. When the police arrived, Aiden was already dead. His body was splayed on the floor, crucified. His entire torso was cut open, cleanly. Majority of the organs had been scooped from that cavity, mapped out to form angel wings behind him. The main suspect? Kyra Miller. Pornstar, black hair, hazel eyes. She was the only one there at the time of the murder.

Kafziel was currently causing a scene with the police. Screaming and sobbing. She looked a mess. Of course the police wouldn’t know it was all a facade. As soon as the initial police interview was done, Sam and Dean walked over to talk to Kafziel.

“I already told the police everything.” Kafziel sobbed and whimpered. She wiped her nose in the sleeve of her sweater.

“Well we just had a couple more questions.” Dean started off. He brought out a notepad which elicited an irritated groan from Kafziel.

“I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean, we work for Hunter Corp.” He spoke. He fixed his scarf.

“Sam and Dean? My friend talked about you a lot.” Kafziel sniffled, wiping her eyes.

“I’m sure they did. We’re very popular.” Dean grinned.

“What’s their name?” Sam asked, his tone more gentle compared to Dean’s cocky one.

“Castiel.” Kafziel responded, slowly acting like she was gaining some sort of composure. Sam looked at Dean, who now seemed intrigued due to the name that was brought up.

“You know Cas?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. He was like my brother.” Kafziel smiled half heartedly.

“Well how is he? We haven’t talked in a while.”

“I wouldn’t know. He’s been missing.” Kafziel frowned, this time the frown was genuine. Dean started to frown too. Castiel was a dear friend to him and Sam. He ran the repair shop they would go to, to get the Fiat fixed.

“How long has he been gone?”

“About a week now.” Kafziel shifted her weight.

After a few more exchanges of questions and words, Sam and Dean were ready to head out.

“Call us if you remember anything about the case… or Castiel.” Dean spoke, handing both his and Sam’s business card over.

Kafziel’s alibi was a weak one, but one that was consistent with every witness of a murder identical to this. She saw the intruder, and passed out. When she woke up the deed had been done, and the intruder was gone. Said intruder was never identifiable. He was constantly depicted as a man in all black clothing with a fully black mask.

When back home at the bunker, Sam and Dean started researching these murders. Apparently there was one every six months, and they spanned back to ancient times.

“The killings are believed to be ritualistic in nature, possibly linked back to an unidentifiable cult.” Sam spoke, looking up at Dean, who was hunched over his shoulder. They were both staring at the computer screen, reading the stories about the killings. Sam was scribbling in a notebook next to him.

The time was about 1:00 AM now. The brothers had been researching the case for hours now, only taking breaks to get snacks and hydrate.

“Alright, I’m gonna head to bed, Sammy.” Dean pat Sam’s shoulder and headed to the door of the office. “You should get to bed soon too, okay?” He smiled at his brother, who gave a little smile back.

“I will.” Sam responded and turned back to the computer. The uniformity of all the cases was so puzzling to him. All the victims died the same way. All were in a relationship. All only had the lover as a witness. All never made it past six months with the person. It sounded too exact to be multiple people at work. ‘Maybe it was a vengeful spirit?’ He thought.

Eventually he fell asleep at the laptop. His face lying across the keys, which would surely leave indentations when he woke up. Pencil still in hand and propped up on the notebook, mid sentence. He was then woken up by some rattling downstairs. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, blinking a bit. He checked the time, 3:33 AM

‘Did Dean invite some girl over?’ Sam wondered. He stood up and opened the door to the office. His question was answered when his brother’s beastly snoring echoed in the distance. Maybe John was home. Possibly, someone had broken in.

The later was less believable than the first. There were sigils all over that protected the place. Alarms made it so that every entrance was protected. Spells and magic coursed through this place, it was basically impenetrable.

Sam followed the soft sound of glass clinking against glass. The sounds led him to the living room. The light was on, and someone was on the couch. A woman. Sam pulled out a hand gun and slowly approached the woman.

“Kyra?” He saw her face. Kafziel turned to look at him. On the class coffee table was an open file, her file, alongside a shot glass and a bottle of scotch.

“I hope you don’t mind me intruding like this.” Kafziel spoke, hazel eyes locked onto Sam’s brown ones. “Nice file by the way. Though it is missing some information.” She closed the file and sat back. Sam still held his gun pointed at her.

“How would you know?” His voice was still gentle, but his stature was one of offense. He seemed ready to shoot at any moment. Muscles tense, eyes alert.

“Well that’s me.” Kafziel answered with a shrug. Just then, Dean was stumbling in, half awake and holding a bowl of cereal. “Someone’s hungry.” Kafziel commented and smiled, quirking both her eyebrows. Her stature was eerily calm. A small smile and a watchful stare.

“Sam, don’t tell me you invited this chick over.” Dean grumbled, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

“No, Dean, I’m not you.” Sam rolled his eyes, then locked them back on Kafziel.

“Why don’t you both sit down, and I’ll explain why I’m here.” Kafziel spoke up.

“I think we’ll stand, thank you very much.” Dean spoke, eating a spoonful of dry cereal. With a downward flick of a wrist, both brothers were forced into a seat. Now the three were in a triangular seating arrangement. Sam and Dean on the larger sofa, with Kafziel in the arm chair.

“My name is Kafziel, archangel of Equilibrium.” She started off.

“And my name is Groot.” Dean chuckled, looking over at Sam who only glared back at him.

“Can you please take this seriously.” Sam groaned and turned back to Kafziel, who was just waiting to talk again.

“Originally, I came to your universe to escape my family’s stupid fight. It’s been spanning for eras, and I just wanted no part in it. Not because I care for them, but because I find the whole thing stupid.” Kafziel continued. She started to explain the start of the feud between Lucifer and Michael. How it was tearing the family apart. She had come to earth to have a moment of peace. She told how she got her peace, but when that world was eradicated, she had to find another. The murders? Her cover from heaven or hell. It was her way to become untraceable, so no one knew what she looked like.

“You’re insane.” Sam spoke up, once he had the chance.

“I do what I have to.” Kafziel said, taking a sip of Scotch. “Anyways, all this is to say that when I got to this universe, originally I was going to wait for its eventual end. But then I met Castiel.” She continued. Another ramble. A story of how Castiel had invited her in, and they became friends. The first friend she ever considered keeping. He knew of her identity, and in return he let her know some of his deep secrets.

“But now he’s missing, and usually that would be of no concern, except I can’t track him. He’s basically been erased from any radar, even divine ones.” She sighed and frowned, rubbing her temples for a second. “Which is why I came to you for help. I promised I’d get him out of this universe when this world ends, and I can do the same for you if you help me.”

“That sounds like a load of bull.” Dean hissed. Sam on the other hand, somehow felt inclined to help.

“What if it’s not.” Sam sighed and sat up. He had leaned forward to intently listen to this story. Dean got on offense and pulled his handgun.

“Maybe she murdered Cas, and she’s just waiting to murder us too.” Dean raised his voice. Kafziel’s happier expression dropped to one of unreadable emotion and dead eyes.

“Go ahead. Put a bullet in me. Call me a liar, but if you do I will find your daddy and I will do to him what I’ve done to every other person that has happened across my path.” Kafziel warned, voice low with an unnerving cadence.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Dean cocked the gun, but Sam came between them.

“We’ll help you.” Sam said. Dean pulled Sam aside and out of earshot.

“Are you insane?”

“Listen, Cas is our friend, just as much as hers. And when she spoke, she looked like she was about to cry. If she’s a liar, we can handle it, I promise it. Just trust me.” Sam hugged his brother, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. Dean hugged back tight.

The brothers walked back into the living room, where Kafziel was waiting for them.

“You can crash on the couch tonight, I’ll get you some blankets. We set out tomorrow.” Sam spoke and walked out the room to go get the blankets.

“Alright.” Kafziel smiled, perking up in her seat. “I promise you won’t regret this.”

[monadoboy16]

Updates to my MMD models.

Alright, time for me to share some updates for my MMD stuff.  First off, I’m going to add a rule notepad text file in my model packs.

Let me tell you, from my experience, having the rules in the description is a bad idea since people like Zahir Thomas and others like to download models without bothering to read the rules first. 

And speaking of Zahir Thomas, in case you don’t know who he is, he is known for making or adding fetish stuff in his MMD content.  Content like “Boob-omb buddy”, “Sky’s Belly Button as a coin slot”, and “Tawana tickling Dixie Kong with her butt” is what I like to call “instant-view generators”, as that second one got over 1K views.  He also adds pedophilia in his content as I witnessed Paula and Apple Bloom kissing in one of his videos.  The worst part, he likes to lie a LOT about his content and fame, especially when he claimed to make “TV-Y” content and “Being one of the world renowned MMDers and content creators” as he copied and pasted Crispy Toast’s YT channel description and edited it for the latter just to get people to add him as a friend, I sadly fell for that part, though briefly as he acted like a crybaby shortly after.  Adding to that, he claims he doesn’t make any fetish content despite proving otherwise.

He also is known to use multiple accounts to both get around block evasion and download MMD models.  But it’s obvious that it was him.  After he (under the name RainbowCubit7650) was exposed of his “content” by Crispy Toast in Prawn’s Discord server, he claimed that he makes content not aimed at kids, but the damage has been done.  Under his NamcoFan7650 account, I called him out about his BS, so he tried to lie about not making it, but I didn’t believe him and called him out even more.  He soon deactivated that account.  Sometime later, he returned to DA via his ToonClue7650 account, he “accepted defeat” about the content he makes.  You would think that he would learn his lesson by now?  Well, it turns out it was a trick, he made that apology JUST to get ME to unblock him, I knew it was all just a ploy as after I made that status about his account, he claims we’re now “enemies” even though I never trusted him in the first place.  I made one more status about the guy on DA, and that’s what caused him to leave the internet and MMD community all together (the latter especially, since he broke a lot of rules).  He later came back on YT via “Super Zahir Logan” but after I found out, I made a few posts on BlueSky about him, and he coincidentally deleted that account (as he doesn’t even have a BlueSky).  Not even his selfish lies can save him.  

So yeah, that type of crap is why I’m going to put a rules txt file in my model packs from now on.  Let’s not forget that rulebreakers like him is why many MMDers had to discontinue some of their downloads to begin with.

Secondly, I’m going to update the models of my OCs with more sphere maps to give them the best quality possible without normal maps or keeping the shadows on.  As a result of this, the addon version of the wetsuit models will be no longer available until further notice.  (Plus, a lot of people only downloaded the standalone version anyway).  In the future, I will give the remaining outfits of my OCs skin masks in Vroid.  However, until further notice, the preview images will be the same only having an “more sphere maps” note.

Lastly, I will continue making Mario Kart vehicle models.  I will not only do different body and wheel combos from 8, but also the karts from both Double Dash and Wii.  Look forward to them.

That’s all for this Tumblr blog, I’ll see you guys later.

[thepeachyouhadtopick]

ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY | Chapter Ten

A tense day was ahead for Ell and Johnny, who both struggled to process the events of the night before.

No content warning for this chapter but check out the stunning version of the song that I linked in the chapter :D Stay tuned, the next chapter is a big one.

Taglist: @lizey-thornberry @babybammargera @zolofts (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!)

Rain and wind were what greeted everybody the next morning. In comparison to the warm, sun-filled few days they had had at the lake, their day of travel today was a complete washout. With sore heads, the gang piled into their vans mid-morning, ready to be taken to the next location, wherever that was. After such a fun night out, though, they were in good spirits. Well, most of them. Johnny had barely spoken two words to anyone that morning, eager to forget everything that happened. He was so filled with regret, but also still aching inside from having his feelings for Ell shattered. He was truly gutted that both Bam and Ryan had made a move on her, plus he just knew something was going on between her and Chris. Similarly, Ell could only think of the worst moments from the night before. It was as if the image of that woman straddling Johnny’s lap had seared itself onto the inside of her eyelids, it was the only thing she saw whenever she closed her eyes. She’d been such a fool to get her hopes up over him, but equally, she wondered whether things could have ended differently if she hadn’t taken part in Ryan and Bam’s stupid bet. Taking a window seat in the van, Ell had planned to pass the journey by writing down some new lyrics that had come to her that morning. She had no idea if they were any good, but it always did her good to get them down so she could at least try to develop them. Carrying a notepad and pen, she sank into the seat, keen to get back into what was her first real love. The break from writing had really helped, and while she was still enjoying her time off, she was glad to have had some new inspirations - both good, and bad.

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How to Print a Digital Download from Etsy

The whole downloaded-file-to-framed-print-on-your-wall process breaks down like this:

- Save the file you purchased to your computer or thumbdrive.

- Take the file to a job printer and get it printed to the size you want.

- Take the printed file to a framer, and have it framed so it fits your décor.

Digital files are often much, much cheaper on Etsy than buying their physical item counterparts. Plus, when you buy a digital file, you can finetune it to the exact size you want for your own wall.  And once it’s printed, you can also choose the exact framing and matting combination you want.

Now, the details:

You were on Etsy or an artist’s website, and you fell in love with an image.  Perfect for your wall, but you’re not sure how the whole printing thing works.

Not to worry!  Lots of people use printable downloads every day for party decorations, invites, or coloring pages for kids (using their own home printer, if they have one), or for higher quality prestige printing for smashing wall art.  The following is a list of steps for accessing your digital downloads, and how to turn them into art you’ll be proud to see on your wall.

So, what’s a digital download, or ‘printable’?  It’s not a physical object; it’s an image file, in the form of 1s and 0s, saved on your computer or a thumbdrive.  You bought it, you keep it, and you can always print it, as many times as you like.  You can copy the file to two or three locations, so you don’t lose it.

Digital downloads come in various formats, including PDF, JPG, PNG, SVG, EPS, and more. Each type of file depends on what you need to use it for and how you are going to print it.  Printing services will specify which formats they need.

Etsy places the file to your account in the orders section and you can download it on a desktop.  They’ll also send you an email with a link to it.

Or, log into your account and click on “Purchases and Reviews.” Find the button that says “Download Files”.  If you run into troubles, there’s a Help page.  (Remember, you can’t access your digital download file through the mobile Etsy app.)

Now that it’s downloaded, you can open your file, just to check whether you have the right image at the right size.  You’ll need to use the right software. 

.bmp (Microsoft Windows Photos, Apple Preview or Apple Photos, Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Illustrator, CorelDRAW)

.doc (Microsoft Word)

.gif (Microsoft Windows Photos, Apple Preview or Apple Photos, Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Illustrator, CorelDRAW)

.jpeg (Microsoft Windows Photos, Apple Preview or Apple Photos, Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Illustrator, CorelDRAW)

.jpg (Microsoft Windows Photos, Apple Preview or Apple Photos, Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Illustrator, CorelDRAW)

.mobi (Calibre, Stanza, Sumatra PDF, Mobi File Reader, popular eReaders)

.mov (QuickTime, iTunes)

.mp3 (Windows Media Player or iTunes)

.mpeg (Windows Media Player, QuickTime)

.pdf (Adobe Acrobat Reader, Most Internet Browsers)

.png (Microsoft Windows Photos, Apple Preview or Apple Photos, Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Illustrator, CorelDRAW)

.psp (Corel PaintShop Pro, Adobe Photoshop, ACD Systems Canvas)

.rtf (Microsoft Word, WordPad)

.stl (AutoDesk Viewer, Microsoft 3D Viewer, Microsoft Print 3D, ShareCAD)

.txt (Windows NotePad, TextEdit on Mac)

.zip (Usually, you can unzip a .zip file with any computer.)

.ePUB (Various eReaders)

.iBook (Internet browser or Apple iBooks)

You can print image files on home printers. This is great for low-resolution art up to 8.5” x 11”, like recipes, or sewing instructions.  The downside here is that the print will only be as good as the printer itself.  For larger wall art, the best move is to take your file to a professional printshop.

This can be done online, or it can be done in person. Local Walgreens and Costcos are often quite good.  You can upload your saved image file to them using their official website, and just pick up your image, printed the size you specify, on the paper you choose, the next time you’re in the neighborhood.  There are also online choices like Shutterfly or Vistaprint, who will ship you your prints in the mail.

You’ve got your print, and you love it.  But it’s just a big piece of paper right now; what about framing?  One easy option is to select a standard sized frame, mat and glass available at the local stores or mall shops, and insert your new print yourself.  Or maybe your print deserves first-cabin treatment, and you’ll want to check out the local frame shop for the right frame, matting and glass.  Either way, totally legit.  Then just hang it on the wall, and enjoy.

And that’s the whole process. Before you buy a digital download, you should check a couple of things:

- Be sure you have the software you’ll need to open the download at home, or be sure you know where online to find a site that will open the image (such as Photopea.com, for opening a layered .psd file, if you don’t happen to have Photoshop on your own machine).

- Be sure you understand the optimum print size of the download and its aspect ratio.  Artists generally will inform you that their image will look best at a certain size, say, 24” x 18”.  Printing it larger will seem overblown, with visible pixellation; printing it smaller will cause it to lose detail.

In other words, make sure the digital download fits your needs before you buy.

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[wraether]

YOUR BLOG AND SITE OVERHALL ARE SO COOL!!! Do you have any neocities tips/tutorials you used? I'm really struggling to get the hang of it :'/

UNFORTUNATELY, I'm not the best person to ask - I learned HTML/css in high school & my pages notoriously border on spaghetti code (I use in-line css way too much, for starters,)

but the good news is you don't really need a "neocities" tutorial so much as you need to learn html - something you can do in microsoft notepad if you're so inclined! (Or a program like notepad++ if you don't hate yourself)

having a basic understanding of it + constantly googling every time you don't know what you're doing can get you fairly far for Basic 90s Era Webdesign (a lot of geocities were made by teenagers learning html for the first time!)

iirc the book we used in my html/css class was from w3schools, and its a site i cross reference a lot - plus i use this youtube video to brush up on css when ive gone awhile without using it

Idk. I just have all my code files & images in one folder and then I drag and drop it into neocities

[lexlee20]

Another linksplat for the trickiest part of the Chinese fractal boxes

ETA: this works pretty well w 8.5x11” paper divided into sixths plus a heavier square of 12” scrapbooking paper for the outside; the innermost petal boxes want something slightly thinner than regular printer stock (I’m using yellow notepad sheets)— actual origami paper could maybe go smaller, but this is pretty much my minimum size limit with what I’ve got