#just a couple of blade simps

[jhuzen]

This is gonna be a long responce! Hehe🤪

I never clicked any notification that fast. Your work is.. SIMPLY THE BEST. I AM HONEST. The way u write Bladie is just perfect.

His purr in the end made me chuckle a bit. Haha. I like how u encluded other members. Kafka, being a tease like she always is. SilverWolf, is just there... Haha. (Even mentions of your "fun" in bedroom👀). I love this, my most liked Blade's work.

I like Bladie so so much. And waiting for his banner is... Too long for my liking. I waited from august, cause of 2 closed beta. That's when i first noticed him and started my simp journey.

(Shh. From leaks we know, that he's gonna be in first half and from his drip marketing. BUT WE STILL NEED TO WAIT FOR OFFICIAL STREAM. AND IF HE'S NOT ON THE FIRST HALF. I'M GONNA BE MAD, VERY MAD. But i guess it's okay if he is not in the first half. More time to save up, right?😭😭).

I already pre-farmed everything what i can. His trace materials. And exp books and such. (Need to wait for 1.2 to farm his boss materials still).

I have him guaranteed, but i want his lightcone too. But i need to win 50/50 on his banner to be able to wish on LC. Wish me luck😭

Also i got another idea for request. And i'm gonna ask about it now, to know if u are okay with this. I want to request something with polyarmomy. (between who, that's a secret, but its.. *Bladie and...* 👀). I'm gonna request after u answer this. And i'm gonna wait for how long as it needs. Cause that work was a *chef's kiss*.

Have a nice day/week/month. You deserve it after that masterpiece!!!

- Anon K😌

awwww <3 i’m glad you like it! we’re all just a bunch of bladie simps. and i am but a man that longs for him *sigh*

and im not even gonna lie, i have yet to farm for his ascension mats. and his talents. smiwdmiamd,cm. i was too busy making a good build for him ☠️ but i’ll def start soon.

i wish u luck on 50/50 so u may get his lightcone. ngl i do need one too or else i’m gonna combust. my destruction lightcones are little to none 😭

and suuurreeee send ur request over when u want to <3

[darlingsaturn]

Sidekick / tour guide ! Reader in Star Rail

You know how Paimon is traveller’s guide/emergency food/sidekick/spokesperson/just their bestie? imagine if HST has their own Paimon too!

Reader is their Paimon without her appearance but they still float and behave like Paimon. They make snarky comments, dissing people that is rude to mc, making nicknames for their close friends, and so on.

Reader that follow after mc and is overly friendly to them only. And the other characters just watch in utter envy as the two talk for hours while trash diving.

Reader has weakness when it comes to food. So many characters use it to lure them away into their arms or just bribe them to spend time with them without mc around.

Jing Yuan ‘accidentally’ dropping snack while he walks away. Lmao like anyone would believe him when he made a trail from tasty snacks so reader would follow him.

Reader is a bit an airhead when they’re hungry, okay? Cut them some slack.

Gepard always having little candy on his pocket just incase he runs into the trio+his crush. Him always having to fight the attention of his beloved with his own sister because big sis is 🥵 and he’s worried about his future love life if reader chose big sis.

Blade getting the nickname something along the line of ‘mean jerk guy’ because reader can’t swear for the life of them.

But he secretly likes the stupid nickname, only because it’s from reader and he would always hide his smile with a smirk every time reader called him a nickname.

Okay married couple. Get a room🙄

Dan Heng is tired of reader. But only because they support the trash diving behavior of mc instead of stopping them. Like??? Stop the trailblazer pls???🤨

You know that one scene where Dan Heng was about to kiss— ehem, give MC CPR? Yeah?

Dang Heng and March 8th kiss reader atleast once each before they decide to help mc and reader to wake up fr.

Reader maybe getting hit on and suddenly mc has personal problem with this person.

Mc being the self proclaimed designated bodyguard for their own guide. Like what?? Such a lame excuse to get close to reader. But sure. Whatever you say, simp.

Sampo being absolute menace and reader dissing him under their breath and only the trio could hear them.

Welt being absolute softy and weak when it comes to reader pouty faces whenever they ask for allowance. The trio doesn’t even get daily allowance from him??? The favoritism😪

I love Paimon, pls write about this🥺 i’am on my knees and i’m begging.

[chemicant]

The things they do...

Law, Kid, Zoro, Nami, Robin

I'm outing myself with this simp list, but I just love the way they are

Law

when he pulls on a pair of surgical gloves and they snap onto his hands, the way you can see the dark outlines of his tattoos through the thin layer of latex

the shimmer in his eyes when a carefully laid plan is reaching its finale, he doesn't quite realize himself but his face lights up with child-like anticipation

the way he subconsciously fiddles with an object in the air while deep in thought with a casual wave of his hand

how he sits cross-legged in his chair, hands always tapping out a beat only he can hear onto the arm rests

when he undoes the top buttons or rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, allowing his tattoos to peak through

the way he walks into a room, head up high, an air of effortless confidence

Kid

the way he smells like oil with a subtle metallic undertone, you can't tell if its a remnant of his workshop or the battlefield

everything about the way he works. his tongue sticking out in concentration while he maintains his prosthetic. how he tucks stray strands of hair under his goggles after he pushes them out of his face to take a break

when he swings his fur coat over his shoulders effortlessly with one hand, how it finds its spot draped perfectly over his back

his sadistic smile when he's in the throes of battle, rushing in confidently with a storm of scrap swirling behind him

his face when he's angry, veins pronounced against his pale skin and static in the air. the almost eerie calmness to him that commands the room

how he doesn't seem to register pain, shrugging it off unflinchingly. yet you still catch him at times reflexively massaging his left arm, distracted by the phantom ache

Zoro

how he always sits facing the entrance to a room, always on high alert, watching for danger

the muscles on his unscarred back when you watch him train, how they ripple gracefully with his every movement

when he tugs the bandana off his arm and wraps it around his head with practiced precision

that rare belly laugh he does when he's happy. the one that causes him to throw his head back and crinkle his eyes in spontaneous joy

the weight that each of his movements carry, purposeful and intentional, not a single motion gone to waste

Nami

how she proudly shows off the tattoo on her shoulder blade; along with the pale white scars that run underneath

the gentle dusting of freckles on her face and upper arms, how they glow in the sun

the way the tips of her fingers always smell like zesty orange peels

the sound of her heels clacking against the wooden floorboards of the Sunny

how she sometimes fiddles with her clima-tact, twirling it around her fingers and snapping it to length with a flick of her wrist

Robin

her soft chuckle when she finds something amusing, almost unnoticeable yet so distinct

the way she puts her hair back into a ponytail and pushes up her reading glasses when she's deep into her work

how she loves to listen to what you have to say, but also her animated rants about her passions

how she uses her sunglasses to keep her hair out of her eyes, but a couple strands always come undone to frame her face

the sharp features of her face that are only accented further by her piercing blue eyes

[muddyorbsblr]

you deserve better

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Summary: When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: angst; language; craptastic friends [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: simp Conrad, that is all 🫠

"Fucking dammit!"

You gripped your phone tightly in your hand, resisting the urge to chuck it into the sea right where the ship's rotor blade was located. Tears burned behind your eyes as every message you'd missed in the last week while you were on this research trip with Monarch trickled in at a steady pace now that you and the rest of the crew had signal again.

Where your fellow scientists were calling up loved ones on FaceTime with bright smiles on their faces and assurances that they were on their way back home, you had an influx of messages from your friends telling you that no, they wouldn't be making your birthday dinner tonight after all.

"Doctor Y/L/N?"

Oh fuck not him, doesn't he have a pool bar to get to so he can snap his fingers and get tonight's lay? you snidely thought to yourself, steeling your stance at the sound of former Captain James Conrad's voice. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him. "What's up, Conrad? Looking to split an Uber and Brooks doesn't wanna--"

"Are you alright?"

His question felt like a shock to your system, making you blink your eyes repeatedly as if you were trying to get your bearings back. "Of course," you lied through your teeth. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well…" he trailed off, motioning toward your hand. "You're gripping your mobile so hard your knuckles are turning white, for one."

You glanced at your hand, sighing when you saw your skin stretched taut over bone and trying to relax your grip somewhat. "Fine," you gritted out. "If you really wanna know, it's my birthday today. I had plans to spend tonight with my friends once I'd unpacked and washed that goddamned island off of my skin. But some people in that group can't seem to let petty high school shit go, and today when we finally got signal again I got a metric fuckton of messages from one of said friends calling me either a bad friend or a dumbass for extending an invitation to my friends because it's inconvenient for her, which then led to a domino effect of if she's not going then I'm not going and now…" you trailed off, chuckling sardonically to yourself. "Now no one's going."

Something akin to pity crossed the tracker's eyes, making you look away. The last thing you needed right now was the most jaw-droppingly unfairly handsome man on the face of God's green earth to look at you like a sad wet little puppy left out on the side of the road.

"Anyways I'm off," you said a little too chipper it even made you cringe a little inside. "Got a date with a pizza box, fridge full of wine, and my Netflix account. 'Till the next one, Conrad."

Before he could say anything else, you were already walking to your Uber that just pulled up, finally letting yourself let go of all the hot air you were running on and quite aptly feeling deflated. When you were finally far enough from the port that Conrad wasn't even a speck in your line of sight, you felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks.

You felt exponentially worse when you got home, most of the food that you'd placed an order for before you left on the trip to be delivered today already waiting on your porch.

"Fucking dammit," you repeated, albeit this time with a whimper rather than a roar. You propped your door open and started bringing the food in, deciding to set aside a couple of days worth of meals for yourself and then giving the rest to a nearby food bank so that it would at least do some good.

It took a few hours but you were finally perched on your couch, wearing a comfy pajama short set, Kate & Leopold playing on your TV, and tucking straight into a tub of mudslide ice cream just letting the night pass. This definitely wasn't how you pictured spending your 30th birthday, but you strived to remember that there could have been worse ways to spend tonight.

You could've been mediating between spatting friends because they couldn't manage to keep civil for one night, or you could've been on the receiving end of Deena's tirade about "how duplicitous you were to drag her into a gathering with Shana". The island would've been a better alternative than dealing with that all night.

About 30 minutes into the movie you heard a knock on your door, causing you jump in your seat. "I didn't order anything!" you hollered toward your front door, wincing at the pins and needles starting to prickle at your feet and lower legs from the motion.

Whoever was outside knocked again, this time a bit more persistent with the sound booming across the living room. Your visitor, whoever it may be, wasn't here by mistake, and they weren't about to be waved off with a simple 'go away I'm pissy'.

"I told you, buddy, I didn't order any--" Your words stopped short on the tip of your tongue as you saw nothing but broad shoulders clad in a familiar tight and worn blue t-shirt stretched tight over well-defined pectorals, only this time with an off-the-rack casual blazer draped over it. Your eyes slowly traveled upward to meet the oceanic blue eyes that quite frankly you constantly tried and failed not to dream about whenever you drifted off to sleep at night. "Conrad…" you said his name slowly, as if every part of your brain was fighting against accepting the reality that he was here now, looking like the human embodiment of Lust on ridiculously long legs. "What're you doing here?"

There were quite a few thoughts that crossed your mind in the last few hours, scenarios that you'd conjured up on how the rest of the night would go, each of them dwindling in their respective probability as the hours ticked on. Former SAS Tracker James Conrad being at your door, however, was definitively not among those scenarios.

"Erm…I thought I would come over to check on you. You were visibly…understandably…upset when we parted ways at the pier," he answered, shifting his weight to one leg as if trying to make it all sound so casual. He looked over at how you were dressed, from the haphazard ponytail down to the fuzzy monster slippers covering your feet, and resumed his stance that you'd grown accustomed to with the squared shoulders and the ramrod straight back as if he was back on training grounds. "Get dressed, Y/L/N."

You jerked your head backwards, surprise and confusion flooding your system at the soft spoken order. "Why?"

"I'm taking you out for dinner," he stated plainly. "I know you had plans for tonight and they didn't pan out the way you intended. No one should such an important day alone unless they really want to."

"Conrad, please. I'm fine, everything's fine. You don't have to check in on me or take me out to dinner or keep me company out of--I don't even know, pity? You have your own thing and I don't wanna keep you from it or the hordes of women who would probably abandon all common human decency and trample over each other to get that blazer off of you." You finished your little lament with a wave toward the garment, already stepping back like you were about to send him off to better and more interesting company.

When he sensed what you were about to do, he reached out, putting your hand in a delicate hold. "The night has barely begun, and you're in pajamas, eating ice cream, and one of your comfort movies is playing on the screen." He motioned his head towards your TV, where Hugh Jackman and Meg Ryan were currently paused mid-waltz on a New York rooftop. He brought his hand up to cup your face, swiping his thumb over the corner of your mouth before softly saying, "This isn't fine. And I know that I'm not the company you expected or perhaps even prefer. I just--I wanted to come here tonight and just let you know…that I'm here. So…you could join me for dinner or alternatively I could join you here and you can talk my ear off with your movie commentary. The point is that you won't be spending your birthday alone."

His words left you stunned to near silence. "I uhm--I'll go get dressed then." You stepped back from his hold, an irrational part of you already missing his touch, awkwardly waving toward the sitting area. "I'll be out in a few minutes."

Once you'd started to make your way up the stairs, Conrad made his way to the living area of your house, a smile making its way to his face as he looked at the framed pictures you had on your shelves, your dimpled toothy grin on full display. "Oh, Y/N," he breathed your name almost reverently in the silence. "How the hell am I going to move on from you now?"

Earlier today when you'd all disembarked off the ship, he had plans to wash up and head off to a bar to look for someone to keep him company for the night, perhaps until Monday when you were all expected to return to Monarch for briefing on your next mission. All he wanted was to find someone who held even the faintest resemblance to you and lose himself in the chimera that you were the one he was with, that he held you in his arms as he woke up that next morning, and with that indulgence to tide him over for some time, perhaps he could maintain the professional, nearly friendly, relationship that he had with you without running the risk of putting that in jeopardy all because he couldn't keep his affections in check.

Those plans all went down the drain when he saw how you were fighting back tears explaining how your plans for tonight had gone off the rails. When his choices for how to spend the night were spending a few empty hours with someone he would meticulously compare to you or making sure that your birthday wasn't going to be spent alone and licking wounds that should never have been dealt to you in the first place, there was no choice to make.

Tonight's objective was simply to wipe the frown away from your perfectly enchanting face, perhaps even get you to smile. And maybe somewhere along the way finally get you to see him as someone more than just your colleague. Someone that cared. A friend, if he was really going to push it.

And maybe if he was going to entertain the moon shot that played in his most self-indulgent daydreams…a lover.

The sound of you clearing your throat brought him out of his thoughts, the sight of you in your simple pale blue dress with a slight teasing cutout by your waist stealing every bit of his breath away. "Too much?" you asked him, your tone shaky.

"Not at all," he croaked out, clearing his throat before speaking again. "You uhm…you look--You're beautiful." The tiniest smile played at your lips as you motioned for him to follow you to the door. "You always are," he murmured under his breath.

"What was that?" you called out absentmindedly, still steadily making your way to the front door.

"N-Nothing," he stammered. "I was just…admiring your home. It's lovely."

"It's too damn big is what it is," you scoffed as he passed you at the threshold before locking the door. "That's what I get for being perpetually alone, I guess. Just my luck that every guy I ever even tried to date fully expects me to hang up my coat and give up my research so I can play housewife." Your eyes misted over again as the next words came out. "Not a single soul on God's green earth that could deal with that." You turned the key with a little more force than necessary, the lock clicking into place with a resounding knock.

When the two of you made your way to his car, he opened the door for you, your disbelief at the gesture evident in your eyes. And when he was sure that you wouldn't be able to hear him through the car's closed door, he whispered to himself, "I could deal with that. If it meant that you were mine, I could deal with anything."

A/N: Happy happy birthday @liminalpebble!! I hope this puts a smile on your face today and that you have a spectacular year ahead of you, bestie 🥹🥹 Many many hugs from me and Grassy the Mango (even though the bub hasn't arrived yet but it will…today. I think…)

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[blues824]

ive loved all your other mitsuri x whoever posts, could i have the obey me brothers with a mitsuri kanroji s/o?

In this, the brothers are kind of possessive and protective, but not downright yandere… besides Belphie.

Lucifer

He thought you were absolutely beautiful when you first arrived. Your pink and green hair along with your green eyes were absolutely gorgeous in his eyes. However, you were taking a defensive stance with your…blade? You were surrounded by demons, and you’re visibly scared. The urge to protect you just grew.

He was always very protective of you, but you still carried your whips around. The first time you actually demonstrated your strength was when Mammon stole something of yours and tried to sell it. You had an angry look on your face as you lacerated him. It wasn’t the worst pain he’s ever experienced, but Lucifer is surprised at how you did that with no hesitation.

Mans probably worships the ground you walk on, to be honest. He will always keep tabs on you whenever you go out by yourself just to make sure you are alright. He would never be able to forgive himself if you got hurt and he could’ve prevented it. If you see him around, no you don’t.

If you were to call him “darling” or “love”, he would do the same. It was the small terms of endearment that had him wrapped around your finger. Whenever you called him one of the little pet names, he would look around before his eyes met yours. It was like a language that only the two of you could speak.

Mammon

Mans honestly thought you were breathtaking. I mean that literally. When Lucifer first introduced the two of you, he forgot how to breathe for a few seconds. His heart skipped multiple beats at a time. He was a demon in love at first sight.

He takes his job as your protector very seriously. He will throw you over his shoulder and carry you out of any situation he deems dangerous. The first time you demonstrated your strength was when Levi went to attack you for winning the TSL quiz. Mammon was shocked when his younger brother was bleeding because you lacerated him.

The amount of modeling gigs you both score is… terrifying. You both go viral and have even won the title of “Devildom’s Hottest Couple” multiple different times. Mammon never wants you to do a gig by yourself because that means he wouldn’t be there to protect you. In return, he’ll turn down agencies you don’t want him to accept.

Please, for the love of everything in all the 3 Realms, call him “sweetie” or “sweetheart”. He will absolutely melt. If you call him either name, he is down on one knee for you. He is taking you out to dinner and taking you shopping right after. He will pay for it all because he loves you so much.

Leviathan

He is a simp. There’s no other way to say it. When he saw you, scared beyond belief, he immediately felt the urge to comfort and protect you. His heart was pounding against his chest when Lucifer introduced the two of you. His face was a bright pink, and he might as well have had hearts in his eyes.

He is most definitely very possessive. Everyday, he has to fight the urge to lock you up in his room and keep you all to himself. He’s happy that you willingly spend most of your time with him, but he can’t help but get insanely jealous when you give your attention to anything or anyone besides him.

He always makes sure to stock up on sakura mochi just so he can surprise you every once in a while. He loves being the cause of your smile, and he would fall from the Celestial Realm if it meant you would smile. You never judged him for anything, so he feels the need to return the favor in some way.

He always blushes so hard whenever you call him any pet names. His favorite is when you call him “baby” and coo at him like you would at an infant. He absolutely loves receiving your praise. Also, make sure to pepper his face in kisses at least 3 times a day. They’re his good luck charm and he swears they’re why he always wins his video games.

Satan

His breath faltered for a quick second when he first met you. After you were first introduced to each other, he noticed the kind look in your eyes while you were talking to him. No one has ever looked at him the way you did. You also had a soft, gentle voice. You didn’t seem scared of him, and that’s what made him grow attached.

He was protective, but he knew that you could take care of yourself. He would linger around to make sure that he would be able to step in if necessary. You showed your true strength when you were protecting Beel and Luke. It wasn’t everyday a human was able to wrap a whip around the Avatar of Pride’s neck until it was one tug away from beheading him. He was both shocked and proud.

He loved to take you out to cat café’s. He would look at the menu online to see if they served sakura mochi. That’s another thing: he always remembers everything you tell him. Even if it was just in passing, he will store it in his memory. He always surprises you with little gifts so that you can see how much he truly cares.

Being with him made you feel like you were in a romance novel. He loved to call you things like “darling” and “dearest”, and he loved it when you responded with a pet name like the ones he gave you. It reminds him of elderly couples who were as in love as they were when they first met.

Asmodeus

You looked absolutely adorable! No, don’t hide, he won’t bite… yet! He absolutely loved you from the first millisecond he laid his eyes on you. You just looked so cute, he could eat you right up! The kind look in your eyes and your shy voice just made his heart explode. You were just too much for him.

He wasn’t very protective, but he was possessive. He would get pouty whenever he saw you having fun with one of his other brothers. He would grab you by the hand and pull you back to his room, where he continued to pout until you kissed his cheek or his lips. Then he is back to his happy, normal self.

He loved to take you out shopping whenever you want or whenever you have to go run errands anyway. He loved dressing you up in a lot of cute outfits, and he loved it even more when you squealed when you liked the outfit he picked out for you. His Devilgram is just filled with pictures of the two of you.

You both were just so lovey-dovey with each other, everyone else either awed or gagged. You’re the kind of couple to order hot chocolate with whipped cream just so you could grab a dab on your finger and boop the other’s nose. Your giggles were contagious, and the two of you always erupted in laughter. Here is where he takes even more pictures of you, but he doesn’t post them. They are for his eyes only.

Beelzebub

He dropped his sandwich when he first saw you. You were just so beautiful that he couldn’t help but stare as you went around introducing yourself to everyone. He stuttered through his own name as he tried to start a conversation with you. It was then he realized that he was down bad for you.

He was most definitely very protective of you. He always had to be near you to make sure that he was safe. Even his twin brother wasn’t an exception to his ‘stay six feet away from Y/N at all times’ rule. After the incident with Belphie, he was the last one that Beel trusted to be around you.

He always hears you whenever you cheer him on at his Fangol games. You could be as quiet as a mouse and your voice is the only one he swears he hears. He only pays attention to you. If you were to dress up in a pink and green cheerleading outfit with pom-poms, he would propose to you on camera right on the field.

He loves the rare moments where he can just relax with you. He loves laying his head on your lap as you run your hands through his hair while you both snack on the sakura mochi you love so much. This big behemoth of a demon swears that he will marry you one day if you ever call him “baby” or anything like that… I simp for him…

Belphegor

When he first saw you in the attic, he had to admit that he wanted to abandon his plan so badly. You were just so innocent that he felt like total shit for using you to escape this prison of his. Surely you understand! You would forgive him… right? There was no way in his mind that you wouldn’t.

He is both protective and possessive. It’s a struggle getting out of bed each day because he has an iron grip on you, even when he’s asleep. He mumbles something about you being warm, and while that’s part of the reason why he wants you to stay, it’s not the whole story. No, he wants you all to himself. His brothers can go screw themselves for all he cares.

He doesn’t exactly like going out, but whenever you take him stargazing he can’t help but notice how the stars reflect in your eyes. He points out different constellations and you ask about each and every one of them. You were just so adorable, and he finally had enough when he pulled you into his arms and laid his head on your chest.

He loves the days where you gently wake him up by running your hands through his hair and whisper his name accompanied with the nickname “darling”. For some reason, it always makes him get up each morning. He didn’t know why either, maybe his body was telling the both of you that the two of you were soulmates?

[txemptress]

─────── HOPE I NEVER LOSE YOU...

━━━━ izek van omerta. manhwa. how to get my husband on my side.

‣ comfort. no warnings! . ୨:୧

‣ masterlist . recent works . how to get my husband on my side. ━━━━

It is a nice quiet day which was odd especially after last night's row with a couple of ruthless assassins. Everything was quiet and still. The birds chirped happily on the limbs of the highest trees, singing their wonderful songs. Everything was peaceful...

Until a scream pierced through the air causing all the birds to rush away in fright. The scream belonged to none other than you, the lover of the duke.

"Quit moving around." Izek ordered as he tended to your injury.

"It hurts!" You shout causing Izek to sigh and put down the cloth he was using to clean the cuts that had been embedded on you.

"It's supposed to hurt but it's important, okay?" Izek reasoned with you as his hands massage your shoulder blades. "I need to clean these up or else you might get an infection and die."

His voice sounded so desperate at that. It caused you to feel guilty of even complaining. "Okay, you can finish." You say in a hushed whisper.

Izek smiles gratefully and takes up the cloth once more, dipping it into the stingy medicine and working on your wounds once again.

You bite your lower lip, teeth sinking onto it in a hurtful manner.

Thirty minutes later, the cloth is finally put down and you are finally bandaged up and put to rest.

"Are you alright?" Izek whispered now that you two are on the bed, you laying on his chest while he has his arms wrapped around you.

"I'm fine, just hurting a bit." You mumble, listening quietly to his heartbeat. The warmth and comfort you get from this man was unbelievable especially when you knew his reputation was far from what he is with you.

"I told them to make your favourite for dinner." He said, stroking your locks. He told them to what? Your cheeks flush, embarrassed. He didn't need to do that.

"You didn't need to—" "But I want to. I know it was a painful experience that you had just taken witness of so I want to make you feel better." Izek smiles warmly, kissing your forehead.

"Hey." You say, making him smile more. You two both knew that you'd rather your kisses on your lips than anywhere else.

You sit up and Izek follows automatically. His lips brushing onto yours. Soft and warm like his personality towards you.

You couldn't help but get butterflies because of this man, it was insane the effect he had on you.

He kissed you more as he pinned you down but before anything else could happen, and thankfully none did, a few taps on the door is heard.

"Dinner is ready, my lord." Izek gets off you quickly as he lifts you up bridal style.

"Let's go then, shall we?"

───────── NOTES?!

Ladies and gentlemen, I am once again feeding the izek simps! This is for a request by an anonymous user!

Request(s) in question — here & here.

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@primordixl , @lvmxlee , @yevene , @nyrwve

[sincerely-sofie]

Chapter 1 of Sofie Plays "Slay the Princess": The Hero and the Princess

Into the insanity.

[ Beginning ] - [ Previous Part ] - [ Next Part ]

I like that we have a little bird talon as our cursor! Fun detail. I'd like to use custom cursors in my own visual novels someday.

Awww! This line is going to come back to bite me, isn't it.

THERE'S VOICE ACTING?????? DANG IT. Now I kinda wish I waited to record myself playing through this game like a let's play... alas. We persist with a playthrough journal comprised of still images and bullet point notes :<

Asked the Narrator how a princess locked in a basement could be dangerous enough to end the world and now I just want to have a perpetual sleepover with the gal. At the very least, we can give her some company while she's down there. Right?

Asked the narrator for details on how she'd end the world and now he's calling me a sheeple. RUDE.

Question: Does the Princess have actual powers that allow her to enforce her will on others? Or is this just the Narrator being anti-princess? or anti-this-Princess-in-particular?

I INSTANTLY DISTRUST THIS MAN. He's going to gaslight me to heck and back, isn't he? He already is, I just know it.

Told the narrator I'm going to meet the Princess before I make any decisions about executions. I'm doubting myself so bad. Is he the manipulator here? Is he genuinely warning me against the Princess being the true manipulator? He sounds uber bitter and I want to know their history.

Narrator, honey, I'm glad you've got a bit you're committed to and all, but I don't want to meet someone new whilst holding the means to end them. Forget taking the blade, I'm taking my sweet time getting to know this poor woman.

Okay yeah the Narrator is 100% not a good guy. That last line made me question whether he was voicing the Hero's thoughts, but the tone he used while saying it makes me feel like he's just working really hard at applying for the role of Intrusive Thought #4 Understudy.

THESE DIALOGUE OPTIONS ARE KILLING ME. NOOOOOO DO NOT LIE TO HER WHEN YOU SAY YOU'RE HERE TO SAVE HER!!! THAT'S MEAN!!!!!

Told the Princess "Uh hi I think I'm here to slay you? Question mark?" and she responded with this:

The Narrator immediately followed up with the below. Go kick rocks Narrator. I want to at least be polite if I'm going to kill someone.

Can't decide whether the Princess is playing at the role of innocent victim or not. We operate on innocent until proven guilty laws here, though. So I'll act accordingly.

Just met the Princess and the Hero is INSTANTLY simping for her as the Narrator looks on in distaste. Straight up "HI WIFEY" nonsense. I like this couple.

Oh my word he's a dork. I love this character.

Told her about why I'm supposed to kill her and I'm 100% believing what she said. I don't care if she's going to sprout fangs and disembowel me with her teeth or anything, I adore this gal.

Oh no. She accurately read my thought process.

Okay so here's a theory: The Narrator really hates monarchies. Which is fair. But this seems very personal for him, and he keeps bringing it up, like the Princess deserves to die for the sin of her being a princess. Is this some kind of worldwide magic anti-monarchist government overthow situation? I know that's definitely not the case but I am grasping at straws to understand his motivation.

I asked her how she's been eating or drinking when I'm apparently the only person she's seen in a very, very long time, and she dodged the question, and the Narrator backed her up. This lady is 100% not human. The Narrator is itching to get me to kill her and is sweeping over what the Hero perceives as a plot hole, because from his perspective, he knows it isn't. She's not human. Jotting that down for later.

I told her that we could do the perpetual sleepover thing I mentioned earlier and I'm realizing how callous of a solution that is now that the Hero is all like "Yay I came up with smart solution! Win-win! Go me :D"

The Princess and Narrator both shot down the sleepover solution. Poor Hero.

The music just cut out. She's doing the anime mean girl thing where she examines her nails. I'm having regrets.

I'M STRAIGHT UP NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME ANYMORE, GUYS

On the one hand: I could lock her in the basement and leave without killing her with my own hands. But with the abrupt change in tone I am no longer confident that this woman isn't going to chew off her own arm like a coyote in a trap so that she can escape and do... whatever it is she intends to do. I'm not sure that's exactly ending the world. But I'm leery of it regardless. She doesn't need food or water apparently, so she likely wouldn't die if I left her alone down here, which just further cements the idea that she's going to do anything necessary to get out.

On the other hand: I could kill her directly, and try to be merciful about how I do it.

On the OTHER other hand, I could free her, but I no longer feel safe around this woman.

I've been staring at these options for so long guys I'm so worried about making the wrong choice. I know that the opening screen said there's no wrong decisions but like. STILL.

Okay, decision made. She's definitely taking the self-dismemberment route if I leave her here, and she's definitely coming after me the second she's out. I'd rather try to make this quick than go through the exceptionally frightening scenario I'm envisioning in my head. Hopefully she's nice about inevitably overpowering me in the subsequent struggle and stabbing me afterward.

Hey, you guys know how 3D horror games will use 90 degree angle blind corners in order to facilitate jump scares? I think I just realized visual novels use line breaks to accomplish the same goal, and I'm scared to progress to the next line.

SHE IS GOING TO CHEW THROUGH THAT ARM AND I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE ASAP.

I CALLED IT I CALLED IT I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT HAVING CALLED IT SOMEBODY PICK UP THE PHONE BECAUSE I CALLED IT AND NOW I NEED 911 ON THE LINE

Oh cool beans! Reality warping! Let's gooooooooo

Yeah no she's definitely got reality warping abilities. I figured that if she doesn't need to eat or drink she wouldn't be able to bleed to death after losing an arm, so I closed the door behind me... and it locked.

Decided to try and wait her out while she lurks in the shadows and now we're LARping Sans and Chara as I fall asleep.

I chickened out and entered the dark to confront her. It went very well for me!

Oh... I don't like that title.

See you guys in the next chapter! I am scared :)

[mur-art]

Don't fall in love with the man on stage I'll be on in a minute, I'm just sharpening my blade Don't fall for his flattering tune He'll promise you the world until you drink that perfume

Nevada simps, come get your Mobvada. 

tbh @fullyamess, I wanted to draw all of the above but Movada has been living rent-free in my mind recently. 

Ummm just a somewhat related note: Earlier this year I made a couple stateball comics about Mobvada/Lake Mead in which Nevada is suddenly really concerned about climate change. Check em out here and here. 

[tomb-the-mod]

INTRO POST

GOD. DAMN. IT FEELS GOOD TO GET OUT OF THOSE BRACKETS, They've been holding me down but NOT ANYMORE. FINALLY.

Greetings! I'm Tomb, you know me from Bob, Hammer, Icee, and a few others.

A couple of things about me

I'm stupid, not like bad stupid, good stupid. I have adhd and a bit of autism since I hit my head on rocks alot in elementary school, yknow, like a norm. So I tend to not really understand what's going on if too much is happening at once, going to fast, or I'm just not very caught up from doing something so expect me to ask alot of questions

I have ADHD and Tourrettes Syndrome, basically meaning I twitch alot make noise which isn't really a problem here on Tumblr, but in case you find me irl somehow then I will do random stuff, also also it causes me to get random bursts of energy out of nowhere so some days I'll be out of and other days I'll be super affectionate and whatever, you'll see it when it happens :3

I am VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY (You get the point) GAY which also means I SIMP ALOT , so I'm VERY open talking about silly goobers with you :333 (BUT DO NOTE THIS, Like yee ol fashioned "people", I DO NOT LIKE IRL STUFF/S-X/PEOPLE WHATEVER, If its FICTIONAL and its ART and its FANFICS then im okay with that, voice actors I'm kinda alright with its just kinda, not really like, a big fan. Straight up actors or people, I just kinda know them and thats about it.

I. CRAVE. ART.

Nothing more needs to be said here /silly

I think that's all I can really think of here, check this a bit often to make sure I added things because I will think about them later and add them here.

PLAY WITH ME!! I NEED GAMER FRIENDS!!

(Yes I know these are all the same so what)

Steam: Blademaster1407

Roblox: Blade_I8 (Display: Blade)

VR: Blademaster_1407

Minecraft (This is the main one): OnlyBlade_

Discord (also main): Bob da ghost

I mainly play games like Csgo, minecraft, dayZ, pz, Roblox, and some more :33

Credits to @/mod-autumn for the art of my mod sona (litterly just my roblox avatar lmfao) and @/yunfox00 for the pfp :3333

IMPORTANT TAG: #Tomby

This tag is things that AREN'T reblogs of random stuff I find on my dashboard, if you want actual conversations, use this tag on my blog :33

[theyanderespecialist]

Byakuya's Runaway Bride (Scenario) Yandere Byakuya X Female Ichigo (Bleach)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is a request for a female Ichigo trying to escape from yandere Byakuya! Anyway I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here, Muffins!] 

(Disclaimer: Byakuya Kuchiki is not Yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Same with shipping Characters as well! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! 

Disclaimer: Byuakuay and Ichigo are not a canon couple and Ichigo is not female in canon! Again this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously.) 

(No One's POV) 

Ichigo slipped out from his arms. Getting something for his drink to make him fall into a deep sleep was difficult. Ichigo had saved Rukia yes, but after she did. Byakuya had become obsessed with her. He needed her in his life. She could not stand it, to be honest. Soon 1 year ago. He had kidnapped her from her home. She rarely saw Rukia now, as Rukia was ordered not to see her. She has not seen her friends or family. 

He told her in one month they would be getting married. She could not, and would not marry him. She stands to her feet and slips out. Walking to his office. She needs to get her Zanpaktou before she leaves, she will not leave it with him. He has a spirit energy suppressor on her neck. A collar. To show that she belongs to him.

She places her hand on her neck. The collar pissed her off greatly. It was one of the main reasons she could not leave for so long. She opens his office and then goes to the cabinet. She takes her bobby pin and starts to pick the lock. Slowly she worked and finally, the click could be heard. She unlocked the cabinet and took her large Zanpaktou. She had Zangetsu back. She will be able to leave finally. 

She does not even worry about day clothes or shoes. She just grabs her blade and runs out of the manor. She climbed over the way when suddenly the security bell of the manner started to go off. Shit! She jumped into the alleyway and started to run. Then she felt it. 

Byakuya is awake and his spirit energy tells her that he is VERY Angry! 

She needed to find a captain! Anyone that will help her. Of course, she does not know the layout of the Soul Society and it is pitch black! She quickly ended up in a dead in and then his voice made her blood run cold. 

(Byakuya's POV) 

I stood behind, my darling fiance as she caught her breath. I was angry, of course, I would be. She drugged me. But, I was also worried. She went out at night alone. She could have been hurt! Or worse she could have been taken away from me. 

"Ichigo, Darling," I say and she tenses. 

She knows that she has been caught, and she has nowhere to run. 

She turns around slowly and she does not meet my eyes. "Ichigo. Come here, your feet are dirty and you are cold." I state blankly. "Let's go home and I can run you a bath." 

"No!" She shouts and lifts her blade, ready to fight. "I rather die!" 

I sighed, she gave me no choice. I use my kidou, something she was never good at. It ended up knocking her out and I caught her in my arms. I will need to keep her zanpoktou somewhere else. I will also have to chain her down or start drugging her when we go to bed. These are things I wanted to avoid doing. But My Darling, Ichigo, she has given me no choice. She will learn to love me someday but until that day. I have no choice. 

I flash step home and remove her clothes. She is truly beautiful. My Darling Ichigo. My fiance. And Soon, my wife~ 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another one done! I hope you all enjoyed and, stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

(If you could see anyone with Female Ichigo from bleach who would it be?) 

[tune-a-tyun]

enemy spotted! taehyun x fem!reader ✿ teaser ✿

|| TEASER ||

pairing: taehyun x fem!reader

genre: fluff/angst, academic rivals to lovers

warnings: taehyun being kinda toxic to his own self ig??? intense simping tbh

word count: 885 words

a/n: lmao, i haven't even started writing the premise for this but i just couldn't resist! this will prolly be released as a one-shot? english is not my first language, i apologise for any mistakes and/or typos. this is just a test run tbh.

quite honestly speaking, taehyun didn't hate you that much. or at least, that's what he liked to believe.

your sudden intrusion into his private life had not warranted your subsequent constant presence. and yet, here you were, lolling around on the cramped kitchen counter as he made hot chocolate to calm both of your bodies from the near hypothermic collapse you two went through in the past couple of hours.

he truly did not hate you, but the annoyance in his queasy guts was a bit hard to ignore when you were constantly spitting out chides and snide remarks on his technique of stirring a pot full of hot liquid, or his lack of knowledge of the correct timing to add the milk, or his inefficiency at equalising the portions in two separate utensils and concocting them separately to affirm to both of your individual preferences; you had proclaimed to be likely catch a severe case of diabetes if his cup of overly-sweetened hot chocolate lay within even a foot of your radius. taehyun was only putting up with your antics because he was your host.

and because you had those dumb puppy eyes.

indeed, both of you eyes shone with the thanksgiving decorations his parents had dutifully arranged around the living area, and taehyun spotted fairy lights behind the cabinets projected in your glittering pupils. your hands' warmth that burned through his puffy pullover and seeped down to every single tingling cell of his arms when you held them to better guide the stirring pan, your foggy breath -- a combination of the teeth-rotting gummy bears you had shared with him on the bus and peppermint -- tickled his shivering neck, thighs playing aggressive footsie to knock him off his stool while he grabs the mugs from the lower cabinets, finger flicks against his shoulder which cut into his blades as you scrambled to wrestle him for the disney-princess moana cup for yourself. your broken chuckle and a little gasp sent taehyun into a spiral about your cute little lips puckering at him...about your lip and skincare routine, nothing else.

you waved the little mug under his grumpy nose even as the sight of your wispy baby hair tickled taehyun's throat and your sweet--- no, weird nose scrunch imitated itself in his heart. you irritated him so much that his nerves hadn't calmed down even after you two had flung yourself out of the blizzard and into the comfort of his heated home.

"wow," taehyun muttered, raising his (in your opinion, unfortunately) perky cupid's bow. "i really do hate you."

instead of replying, you just handed him the chipped mug with his poison of choice, just flashing a toothy grin. "ah! good job, genius," you remarked when he spilled it a little bit while taking it from your pink hands.

taehyun could not possibly hate you more in that moment. he witnessed you morph your mouth into that galling pout and pull out frays from his dog-eared early-season woollen pullover and his heart trekked its way to his throat. he saw you take an experimental sip and sink back into the cushioned stool with the lulling comfort it brought, and he went through a physical battle to remember how to breathe. he heard you mumble a tiny, "thank you," with eyes shut and you lazily pulling the stack of worksheets on differential equations taehyun had offered to help you in towards yourself...and with no warning, his ears rang with a soaring wind and he was left speechless.

speechless because a racing, bubbling, overwhelming and tickling sensation had begun from his toes to your chipped nail-paint, from his buck teeth to your awkward fringe tucked away beside you ear, from the unopened sachet of instant coffee resting next to the milk carton to his own trembling lips, your hands fumbling to grab a pen from his limp hands, from the tick-tock-tick-tock of the ever speeding clock to his dizzying vision, from your blushing cheeks when he pulls his stool closer to yours and started pouring over the graphs - to his arm arranged precariously by the helm of your shoulder, from you sparking pencil-box to the deadening college applications on his desk upstairs, mysteriously unfilled.

and then he stopped floating. instead of the cloudy sensation, now wave after wave knocked him out. he was on the ocean floor, gazing through his prickling eyes and piercing pain in chest as he gasped for oxygen, blue water above him, his shoulder distancing the two of you, your questioning look at him for snatching the sheet of his notes away from your hands, dark, murky water around him. he had set off to study in his own room and he was thrashing, the suffocating instinct pooling all the ice from the snow outside to his heart inside, his legs pumping to climb the stairs, black, black, black storm all around him. it was okay; he had a plan. your voice called after him as his slammed him door and pulled out his stationery. your incessant knocks on his doors and his insistence that he wasn't going to teach you jack-shit from his notes echoed through the house.

your thundering silence and noiseless steps down to the living area. your exit leaving a tensing chill across his clavicle.

it all annoyed him.

anyway, he was going to go to a good college. and in reality, he really just hated you.

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[dustofthedailylife]

Just played Jingliu's story quest and no I'm not crying, someone is just cutting onions... I swear ;_;

[spoilers UTC]

First of all, this is my favorite non-Trailblaze Mission quest by a mile. It answered a lot of questions but still left a couple unexplored. So maybe we'll get more in the future?

This quest was so... sad? Like, excuse me. You hit me right in the feels Hoyo ;_;

The shots... all of them reunited and they're all unhappy flashing to the screen of the HCQ being all happy and celebrating together. Someone hold me, I want them to be happy again 😭

Also, can we talk about how cool the fighting cutscene between Blade and Jingliu was? She deadass killed him and he came back.. again.

All of them are so tragic I wanna give them a hug... (most of all Jing Yuan and Dan Heng though, because I simp-)

Also sad Jing Yuan? Pls, my heart. Come here my poor scrunkly... I'll hug you until the pain goes away ;_;

May or may not have gotten some fic ideas from the things being revealed through this quest. Need to cook on that a bit.

[agentnico]

The Fall Guy (2024) review

Reynolds is Free Guy. Gosling is Fall Guy. These Ryans are just such guys!!

Plot: After leaving the business one year earlier, battle-scarred stuntman Colt Seavers springs back into action when the star of a big studio movie suddenly disappears. As the mystery surrounding the missing actor deepens, Colt soon finds himself ensnared in a sinister plot that pushes him to the edge of a fall more dangerous than any stunt.

Ryan Gosling needs to do more comedies. Whether he’s the charming womaniser in Crazy, Stupid, Love, a bumbling private eye in The Nice Guys, a Wall Street snob in The Big Short or finding his inner Kenergy in Barbie, the dude’s got jokes. Not taking away anything from his stoic tortured turns in Drive and Blade Runner 2049, but I’m really enjoying this current Gosling trend of embracing the funny guy persona, as he’s easily a bonafide comedic star. His new studio vehicle The Fall Guy is yet another breezy, light-hearted entertainment given life by Gosling and co-star’s Emily Blunt’s wry comic timing.

Coming to us from director David Leitch, who’s had great success with action films the likes of John Wick and Bullet Train, he delivers here a true love-letter to the craft of stuntmen, with the crazy risks they take and how much work goes behind creating that spectacular action shot that is then seemlessly enjoyed by audiences on the big screen. And there are truly some incredible stunts showcased throughout this movie, and most of it being fully practical with only the smallest amount of CGI used. Its top notch action, with flawless camera work and some great cinematography that pays respect and also pokes fun at certain filmmaking techniques and cliches with a certain memorable sequence involving a very well choreographed split-screen scene. This boosted by a great soundtrack that includes a solid dose of Taylor Swift, I mean it’s perfect early summer blockbuster fun.

The plot is suitably nonsense (as fitting given its 1980s TV origins). Don't think too hard about it. If you ponder questions such as: what about the other witnesses? Can you recover from a broken back to that extent in 18 months? Would he have reported a crime that he was being framed for? When he goes through real windscreens, falls long distances onto hard surfaces, etc., how does he not break any bones? And so on.... well, it will spoil your fun. You can really easily knit-pick the hell out of this movie, but I’m sorry, I’m too busy listening to Ryan Gosling throwing one liners like “I’m gonna beat the shit out of him” multiple times to care for any logic or narrative prowess.

Speaking of Gosling, him and Blunt are the primary reason to see The Fall Guy. These two are both hilarious with their timing and delivery, however more-so they share this incredible chemistry that reminded me a lot of romantic comedies of the early 2000s, and it was truly delightful seeing a real rom-com that’s actually good in 2024! Honestly, even in moments of no dialogue, just when they're looking at each other, you'll know well enough they’re holding back so hard to not just snog the living skin off one another. Like these two want to bang. People were freaking over Glen Powell and Sydney Sweeney last year, well they can move over as Gosling and Blunt are now the new power couple! My apologies to their real life partners John Krasinski and Eva Mendes.

Look, The Fall Guy is in no way a masterpiece, but it’s super enjoyable and such a delightful watch where everyone is having a fantastic time. Shout out to other cast members Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Hannah Waddingham and Winston Duke all on top form. If you want an easy watch and a perfect date movie - you know what to do. As for me, I just really need Ryan Gosling to play a cool, down-bad simp every year in order to live.

Overall score: 7/10

[nevermore-ocs]

ANY OTHER CHARACTER YOU PEPPER SPRAY US FOR SIMPING OVER THERE SIM

WELL A COUPLE OF CHARACTERS IM OUT LOUD WONDERING ABOUT FINALLY MAKING IS LIKE

THE ANTAGONISTS (AZRAEL WILL HAVE A HUMAN FORM WHICH I HAVE DESIGNED ON THE SIDE)

AND POSSIBLY LIKE, SAGE, TATE, MAYBE OTHERS - WANNA SHINE ON THE SECONDARY CHARACTERS FOR ONCE IN THAT INSTEAD OF JUST LIKE BLADE AND THEM

[quinntamsin]

Sitting on the sidelines, she watched the Firstborn Followers of the Fallen hand out pamphlets. Her eyesight noted how their eyes held no real life, and only dark malice. Possessed walking the streets and acting like Jehovah Witness'. This isn't good. VERY BAD! Saoirse crept along the edge of the alley, her eyes firm on the men as they disappeared into a strange temple. Opening her phone she snapped a picture, the strange bladed cross of Adriel sat atop it. "These fucks just moved into my home, is anyone dealing with them?" --- SPOILERS AHEAD! YES, Warrior Nun Season 2 came out and I binged it like the basic thirsty bitch I AM! Please note, I have a lot of solid criticism for this series and a lot of love for it. Please be aware, this TV Series is a strict departure from the kind of hypersexualized work of Ben Dunn, "Warrior Nun Areala". In that world, the Halo doesn't exist in the same way that the Nun in question (Shannon) is a reincarnation of the original Nun, Areala. In this story, Arela is a former pagan Valkyrie comes to serve the church. There's a lot more magick and devils in this story and not as much multiplanar science. First, I want to say that as we enter this season, Ava was her usual irritating self. I mean the girl was basically abused and killed for being disable as an orphan. Remember, she was treated as completely useless and was poisoned to death via an overdose. So when she got the Halo she went hogwild with all the power and ability to you know -walk.-. By now she's still being her reckless self, and starts to actually mature. The breakout of this particular season to me were Beatric, Superion and Camila. Yeah, when we finally get Yasmine into the mix I like how we have a Coptic Nun (who decided to drop a few drags on the British Colonization of Egypt) join the crew. The Ugly Adriel is one of the MOST abhorrently plot armor-filled villain I've seen since I watched WIthout a Trace. Seriously, that godkin should have been killed so many times and the fact he could figure shit out was just stupid. Near the end we got a good example of his power, but honestly these fights felt more like needless tension raising rather than threats. This is where seeing him doing more than offhanded plagues would have been kind of great. As you know, maybe a scene where he stares down a tank, or I dunno ends a war. Like seriously, I mean I get the catholic influences in this show. But there is far too much plot armor propping up the Firstborn, especially with how they treated Lillith. Oh, gods don't get me started on FUCKING LILLITH! Second, Lillith literally murders an entire crowd of the Firstborn fucks and then turns to the man later on. She breaks away after hearing of Mary's death and just -gives- up? Like I get that her mother is shitty and that we're trying to tie her to the demon in the comics (who is a villain daughter of the OG Lillith), but wasted arc. Seeing her as more of a neutral party rather than a simp for Adriel would have been awesome. Since she was already a pretty solid anti-heroine backstory since Season 1. So basically, the story here is just kind of filled with a lot of stakes and at times needless extension. Adriel spends most of the time being a fucking mouthpiece of his own rhetoric and his followers are mooks. The few who reveal themselves at the Conclave was nice touch. Finally, god Miguel was kind of cool, but he was basically a bomb sent by a god. That was his story, sure he introduce the anti-Adriel resistance, but his entire arc was just kind of blah. The Good Fuck, Beatrice is filled with such fucking useless lesbian energy. The entire build up is done in such a way, that I was honestly angry with Ava a lot. But, honestly, Ava is nice to have as a bi/pan figure as well. I had a lot of gay thoughts popping away, but I like Avatrice as a couple. Yeah, in the original season it seemed there was more chemistry with Mary. How she appeared to love Shannon though build up this relationship which seems to coalesce out of the Halo-Bearers with their sisters. Now, there is something to be said for how well acted Beatrice as a big sister is to Camila. What we see here though is the need to protect and care for someone in a supporting and romantic manner. Mary and Beatrice have a strong bond with the Warrior Nun. As Warrior Sisters they stand as a sort of right-hand and as a defender. Yes, the Halo Bearer's have vast supernatural powers, but they need someone to watch their back. This is made even more evident as it was Beatrice in Season 1 who conducted Ava's training. Being together in isolation after the awakening of Adriel and the bombing at the Vatican likely increased their dependence on one another. Her frustration and how she expresses it with Miguel's appearance and joining the team was well acted. Hell, I was so fucking happy when they kissed by the end! The End This series is not nearly as bad as Cursed, which was a -very fucking bad- fantasy series. One that had a bit of potential which ended up wasted! Because, we can't have Arthurian stuff that is kind of okay these days! Now that said, the CGI in this series is still pretty janky. Like, I feel like if Shadow & Bone or even Witcher can get an upgraded so can Warrior Nun. Now this was a series I wasn't sure was going to get renewed. I watched it when Summer 2020 came before I made my big watch of the first Saga's of One Piece. So when I saw a new season I was pleasantly surprised. I do find it really funny that netflix seems intent on placating the Queers with tossing us a bone of a few solid LGBT filled series. While still supporting trash human beings like I dunno, David Chapelle? Who the fuck knows in this case. I was happy to watch this series, and when Adriel was torn apart all I could say was "Took way too damn long!" Hottakes: I watched this series at the end of a long day and in between assistance my sibling with her baby. Plus, I had my teeth drilled because of a cavity so I was pretty damn high as balls. I spent more time analyzing the series and think it over the night after I watched it. So sadly unlike the rest of my reviews I don't have any really hottakes for this one. I will say I want to see some good fics using this verse for you know, better writing!

[sanjisprincesswifey]

softies

summary: melting his ice-cold heart

notes: eustass kid, roronoa zoro, & trafalgar law x implied female reader (separately), turning these guys into simps does something to me that i cannot explain, no content warnings, around 2k words!

eustass kid

kid runs as fast as his legs can carry him, the bandaged up killer following closely behind.

his chest is heavy, thick, swallow breaths escaping his lips. one would think finally being free from udon wouldn’t carry such a heavy burden, but when his crew was scattered across the country of wano, this victory was short-lived.

“are you sure you saw her this way?” he yells, trudging through the chilly snow where killer once was.

killer nods, pointing in the direction of a bunch of trees. within these trees, a thin layer of smoke arises from them, an indication of someone’s presence.

the two men arm themselves, prepared to ambush whoever was inside the small cabin.

as soon as the door flies open, a sharp blade presses itself against the skin of kid’s neck, but he’d recognize that move anywhere.

“glad to see you’re still itching for a fight,” he chuckles, lowering the blade with his hand.

you gasp, the sword dropping from your hands and clanging to the floor as you collapse too.

“don’t scare me like that!” you screech, throwing a small pillow in their direction.

as they both enter the small sanctuary you’ve called home, they do what they do best and raid all the provisions and warmth you’ve gathered.

“yeah, help yourselves,” you sarcastically scolded.

killer offers a wave as a thanks and you decide not to get into his odd appearance, at least for now, while he gorges himself in your food supply.

“how long have you been here?” kid asks, offering his hand to help you up.

his hand is so much larger than yours when you slip into his grip, shrugging your shoulders in response.

“dunno. as soon as you got captured i ran to find somewhere to lay low.” you sigh, throwing yourself onto the loveseat in the middle of the room.

all he can do is nod, unsure of his plan going forward. he wasn’t a meticulous planner by any means, but not knowing what to do now was starting to unnerve him.

you wince, distracting his train of thought as he now notices all the bandages that cover your body. his body causes the small couch to dip under his weight, unintentionally pushing you closer to him.

“the hell happened to you?” he questions, attempting to get closer to examine your wounds. his large, scarred fingers roam over your arms and over your shoulders.

you laugh, “got into a fight i couldn’t handle, is all.” the gleam in his eye as he scans your face, assuring himself that you were telling him the truth had a warm flush coat your cheeks. “i’ll be fine, just sore,” you smile.

you remove a layer of bandages on your cheek, a deep knife wound that appeared to be a few days healed lies beneath.

“shit, y/n,” he breathes, tentatively reaching up to cup your chin, his thumb resting lightly against your bottom lip. you couldn’t tell if your lips parted in surprise or the unfamiliar action from your captain.

he turns your face, inspecting the wound, astounded with your medical expertise.

“are you okay?” you softly question hoping to divert the attention away from your whole body growing hot under his gaze.

his laugh is boisterous, unbelieving that you’d worry about him when your body was littered with injuries.

you took that as a yes.

“at least let me get you warm,” you smile, tugging at the blanket you’ve been using the past couple of days.

usually, he’d protest, talking your ear off about how he’s not even that cold, but those points seemed moot this time around.

his wide body could only be covered so much by the blanket sized for you, and even so, he’s reaching out and covering you up too.

it’s not long before your eyes start to feel heavy, your head unable to barely keep itself up.

now that these two were here, safe snd sound, your body could finally relax and not run through all the adrenaline it could produce.

“tired?” he chuckles. his eyes soften, the muscles so unfamiliar with the action that it almost hurts.

you don’t even answer, head slumping down onto his shoulder. kidd doesn’t budge from your weight, but his body goes rigid, worrying that he would wake you if he did.

“she’s out cold,” killer announces, still scoping out the cabinets in the minimal kitchen for any food.

had it been anyone else, he’d push them away, immediately putting them on the receiving end of a screaming match, but it was you. so he pulls the blanket over your body, gently leaning his own against yours.

his muscles regain their stupor, relaxing so that you’d find comfort. kid’s body contorts so that you’re allowed what you've been seeking, relieved to be providing.

roronoa zoro

there’s a cheer when you and nami down yet another mug of sake, the whole bar surely excited to see two pretty women intoxicated beyond their limits.

unusually, zoro had not touched a drink of his own in at least an hour. his good eye remained on you since the second one of those sleazes offered to pay your tab.

he’d normally stand guard, even if nami insisted it wasn’t necessary, just to be safe, so this behavior wasn’t out of the ordinary. but tonight was slightly different.

tonight, he hadn’t been able to check in on nami once. his stare remained fixated on you, unable to deter himself as a mean scowl decorated his face.

the heat of his gaze finally gains your attention, the alcohol that coated your veins has you bold enough to stand from your seat and head towards him.

“not having fun?” you giggle, wiggling the half-empty mug in his face as he forcefully removes it from your hands.

“ready to leave soon?” he asks, completely ignoring your question.

the protests he was expecting to be met with are replaced by a slight nod of your head, your eyebrows contorted with mild confusion. 

he doesn’t push the subject further, is satisfied with your compliance and orders sanji to collect nami too.

zoro can feel your feet dragging with each step you take, still conscious yet unable to control your motor functions.

“feeling okay?”

your vision drags as you look up at him, his familiar chiseled muscles are tensed, most likely from having you squirm in his grip.

“thank you,” you mumble, head leaning on his shoulder.

he laughs, “you don’t need to thank me. it was either taking you or nami and i don’t need to argue with her right now.”

“nooo,” you hum, following in his lead and chuckling softly, “for caring about me.”

the surprise of your answer causes him to stumble slightly, nearly losing his balance. “nami doesn’t know when to stop, doesn’t mean you need to be dragged down too.”

he knows that wasn’t what you meant, and you know that too. but you decided to play it safe, tormenting zoro all at once wasn’t going to get you anywhere. like a wild animal, he’d retreat his calculated ministrations the second he sensed being caught.

so you adhere to his game, allowing a minute or two of silence coax him into comfort before you speak again.

“i noticed you stopped drinking earlier than normal, you must’ve been so worried about me,” you tease, a sly smile prying at your lips. a slick finger reaches up, poking at his cheek to which he slaps your digit away with a disgruntled frown.

“yeah, you wish.” he knows the thin crescent moon and thick overcast would cover any revealing red blush on his cheeks, but he turns from you anyway.

a mixture of hiccups and giggles leave your mouth as a response, poorly remembering to pay attention to your feet.

you’re slipping through his grip so zoro’s hand finds itself snuggly around your waist. his grip is gentle with purpose, intent on keep you as close to him as he could without giving himself up.

but a few more stumbles and he’s got you thrown over his shoulder like a sack of flour. of course, you’re seemingly unbothered by this, actually finding it rather funny, letting out a string of laughs.

“you okay back there?” he asks, tapping on your back.

though he appears worried, zoro bites back a smile, his teeth harshly pinching the inside of his cheek when your laughing refuses to cease.

he doesn’t even know what you found so funny but takes your joy as a yes.

your body softens in his grip; a gesture of trust and complete awareness that you’re safe with him.

in that moment it felt like you were his, total surrender, all of you, vulnerable to him and only him.

“i got you,” he sighs, his head leaning on your side.

trafalgar law

“yikes, that looks pretty bad y/n,” ikkaku sighs as you hoist up your shirt, revealing the wound on the side of your body. it’s surrounded by a thick purple hue, the bruising from impact covering most of your right abdomen.

“it doesn’t feel great either, but i’m not dying so it isn’t urgent,” you mutter with annoyance.

penguin leans in closer to inspect it further. he pokes inches away from the tender skin, the tension causing you to hiss as a result.

“you won’t die,” he humors, looking at you as if you were crazy to even say that, “…but i still think you should let captain check it out.”

tightly tugging your shirt back down, you groan as you stuff yourself back in your boiler suit. “not gonna happen. he’s gonna be all ‘i told you so’ when i went out of my way to protect him.”

they all share a concerned glance.

“i mean he did tell you that,” penguin shrugs, earning a dark stare darted in his direction.

“he doesn’t need our protection, you know,” shachi adds.

deep down you knew they were right; you’d get an earful from law if he found out what you had done no matter the reasoning behind it. the sadness lumps in your chest, a deep sigh escaping your throat as you nod.

“well i can do whatever i want.” you brush past them, ikkaku scolding them as she follows you out.

when you swing the door open, law stands over you, an unamused glare peeking from underneath his hat.

you could hear the gasps that come from ikkaku and the boys, which has your heart drop in your chest.

his eyes flick down to where your hand is cradling your injury, his blank expression unchanging. on the scale of law’s anger, silence would definitely be a 10.

so you follow him, right on his tail as he leads you down to the infirmary. neither of you uttered a word, but what would there be to say? he wasn’t a man of negotiation, nor did he welcome excuses.

the metal door slams shut, following his fingers tapping on the exam table, an indication he wants you to sit. gracelessly, you remove your suit and shirt and do as you’re told, hopping up with your head low. usually, you’d feel a bit embarrassed and nervous that you were so exposed in his presence, but being a victim of his wrath was far more overwhelming.

his back is turned to you, digging through the cabinets for all the tools he’d need, and this is when you find the courage to finally speak up.

“how much of that did you hear?” you mumble.

a loud slap of the drawer and the cabinet colliding causes you to flinch. “how much do you think i heard?”

the utensils clang against the tray as he pulls up a seat in front of you. his eyes do not reflect his frustration, instead an emotion you found foreign from him. “i’m sorry,” you murmur, voice getting caught in your throat.

a second or two of silence passes and then his hand finds your knee. it’s cold, clammy, and almost shaky on placement, but offers no malicious intent.

“just glad you’re okay.”

the unexplainable kindness and absence of his usual hostility are enough for a couple of tears to sink down your cheeks. “i was more scared that you’d be mad at me,” you lightly laugh, which perks the corners of his lips.

laws hand travels up your leg by an inch or two, you wouldn’t have even noticed had you not been so aware of his touch. “i don’t think i could ever be mad at you,” he offers, his thumb rubbing circles.

the aching fear is now overrun by flowy butterflies that run rampant through your chest, taking a mental note to bring this up when you aren’t near naked.

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