#maniac rambles about nothing

[maniacwatchestheworld]

Man... I just LOVE watching the DPxDC community do their thing. I like them and just want to examine you all under a microscope because I find you all so very interesting! It's just absolutely TRAGIC that I have yet to find any storyline or AU that tickles my specific fancy, personally...

I acknowledge that this is purely a me problem and not a community problem 120%! The stuff that I just enjoy about Batman and Danny Phantom are just not things that the community are interested in as a whole and that's perfectly fine! But it does make me feel like a pure outsider when I wish that I could actually more earnestly engage with the community itself from within. Just... Siiiiiigh! And I just have not been able to think up anything to make the two verses blend together in a way that would be personally satisfying to me specifically!

Have some of my personal winging under the cut! No hate. Just explaining my tastes and yearning.

Absolutely no shade! All the more power to you for writing stories with these tropes and features! But I personally am not particularly interested in batfamily drama, and I see the kids in the batfamily as the children that they used to be in many ways. So stories about the batfamily don't interest me a whole lot, and I'm just not invested in shipping them with anyone (I'm also ace, so I really don't get pretty much anything out of batfamily romance) as a whole. What I like about Batman is that his stories are largely mysteries. I like the atmosphere and I absolutely ADORE the rogues! I like seeing the crimes and Batman clashing with his rogues, and most of all I LOVE the heart-wrenching DRAMA between Bruce and Harvey as Bruce DESPERATELY does everything he possibly can to save his best friend, while Harvey slips further and further into a hell that he wishes that he could climb out of but is just unable to alone! Harvey is just my absolute favorite and the sheer tragedy of his character has a tight grip around my heart that will not let go! Meanwhile with Danny Phantom, what I like about it... Well... I just think that Vlad is neat! There is also a certain tragedy to him as well, but he's also just a pathetic loser which is hilarious to me! Like, so often he comes off as so slick and cool and threatening... But also he's a loser and a goober. I also just love seeing how much of a simp Jack is for him. And I just like how redemption is always just barely in sight for Vlad... He just has to honestly reach out and grab it, but he just isn't willing to right now. Also ghost powers are neat and unique and I enjoy the unique possibilities and aesthetics of it. But sadly for me, these just aren't things that the DPxDC community is interested in. And that's perfectly fine, but it does make me yearn. Like there are interesting parallels to explore between Harvey and Vlad for sure! But I have no idea how to explore them in any interesting ways at all! Also I am just the kind of person who very much dislikes stories about destiny and stuff like that. So AUs like the twin demons or Ghost King!Danny just have absolutely no appeal to me. I'm just not interested in the inevitability that a lot of storytellers in this space have that Danny WILL join the batfamily. Also it feels disappointing to me whenever a writer just doesn't give the DC the credit that they deserve. It feels like people just want Danny to be super ultra overpowered, even more so than the super ultra overpowered characters that DC already has without exploring how these different things interact. Feels like people are more interested in erasing DC canon to make way for their Danny Phantom fanon instead of letting both things be true as is the usual DC way. Again, there's nothing wrong with doing that, but it just leaves me wanting. Also I really don't particularly like nor care about Ra's or Talia as far a rogues go, so only seeing them getting included in these things is just disappointing.

Lays down. Like, I don't want to sound like I'm hating on the community. I honestly am not. I'm just bellyaching because I am in this enclosure and am not receiving good enough stimulation in this space. It just feels like... It's a hot day, and I am REALLY craving some ice cream right now! But this ice cream shop only has 4 flavors and I quite dislike them all. I'm not angry at people for liking these 4 flavors. And this place is just SO CLOSE to being something I like! I enjoy the decor, the location is really nice and convenient for me. But alls I can do in just stare in the window and watch everyone else enjoying themselves while I bake in the sun. I admit that this is purely a me problem and not a community problem but it's just a bummer, y'know? Flops.

[stories-by-rie]

the project doesn't need to be a masterpiece it only needs to be written

[witchcraftingboop]

Today, I aspire to have the confidence of the man from last Friday who heard me repeatedly say "ew" straight to his face for three consecutive shitty pick up lines, violently gag after he introduced himself as "the man of my dreams," and then still tried to call after me when I pivoted and walked back the way I'd come to get away from him

[arcane-trickster]

You know- I still have no idea how this URL wasn’t taken already what with the whole ‘dnd rogue subclass’ thing, but I kind of like to think I entered it in at the exact moment someone was switching it from an unused side blog in their horde of Names Most Awesome to their main blog URL, and I just sort of Yoinked it like an invisible hobbit snatching a particularly shiny teacup from the clutches of a red dragon.

[i-cant-sing]

Hmmm I could get tired over any fandom but.... batfam???? Yall would never see me tired of talking about them.

Like think just how absolutely batshit crazy they'd go if reader fractures her limb or something. Maybe reader like slips off the stairs or falls from a swing or something, and the batfam- they have to watch it all happen in slow motion, and nothing- there's absolutely nothing they can do to help you. It's scarring for Dick to watch the color drain from your face as you drip to the ground. It's scarring for Jason to hear the nasty crack as your bone bends in an ugly handle. It's scarring for Tim to hear you scream in pain. It's scarring for Damian to see the blood pour out of your body. And it's oh so heart wrenching for Bruce to hear you cry into his chest as he carries you to Alfred to get your cast done.... how hopeless he felt, unable to soothe your pain.

But things only seem to go even more downhill from there. As you recover, the family has silently decided to double down on their paranoia and be even more coddling and protective of you. You wanna walk down the stairs? Nope, here comes big bro Jason to hold your hand- or better yet, carry you around in his arms. Why risk you even tripping over air?

Wanna get something from the top shelf? Stand back, dont need the shelf or something heavy falling over your head and cracking your skull open. Let Dick pull the cookie jar down for you- but why are you even eating cookies this late???? You need to get some healthy nutrients in you, lest you should have weak frail bones. Heres your broccoli.

Wanna play video games or go on socials? Well, no more! Dont need you getting influenced by the violent storylines and bad news from around the world- Tim wouldnt your mental health to be affected. If you really want, you can use his laptop... under his supervision.

What the fuck do you think youre doing staying up past your bedtime? What do you mean youre too old to have a bedtime???? Get your ass back in bed before Damian drags you back like a gremlin and REMINDS you of the bedtime he has set for YOU, because he doesnt need you becoming an insomniac and turning insane. He will not be the one to bust you out of Arkham asylum (he absolutely would, but hed be complaining all the way) just because you decided you didnt need your 10 hours of sleep!

Wanna go to your therapist? Well, you cant cause he suddenly moved far away and every other therapist in gotham is a maniac in disguise. Bruce doesnt get why you cant just talk to him about your feelings??? Dont you trust him? Your dear father, the very man whod hold you in his arms and shield you from the scary lightening when you were young? The very man who you would ramble on to about everything and anything, including tattling on Damian locking you in his room and throwing a tantrum when Jason took you away when you were all kids? You can tell him anything sweetie, even if you wanna bitch about the batfam... it'll hurt a bit, but hed be okay (absolutely has big sad eyes when you tell him how everyones just too suffocating for you and you wanna leave them)

[sillysillygoofygoose]

Toji and His Plus-Size Baby

Headcanons!! (NSFW MDNI, mentions of body image issues 💕)

... For my babes with a lil xtra meat on 'em... me too, sweetheart, you fine as hell! 😘🤭)

During his "young and dumb days," Toji almost always dated and slept around with size 0 girls. He never really considered being with a bigger girl, only sweet talking the girls that moved in packs during 'ladies' night' at the bar he would frequent.

Toji just assumed they were what he preferred... why not? They're beautiful and young, but it doesn't really matter their build, as long as he's getting his dick sucked at the end of the night.

He didn't realize how much he loved bigger women until he met you. After spending his younger years fucking and flirting with teensy-tiny girls, he met you.

You're young, beautiful, and smoking fucking hot. Just his type.

Toji doesn't mind the size of your body at all. He doesn't even think twice. He knows you're the most gorgeous girl he's ever seen, and as far as he's concerned, your body only adds to that.

He was so confused the first time he saw you visibly insecure about the way your body looked.

"Doll, you've been gettin' ready for over an hour... just pick any dress, it'll look fine. I'm surprised they haven't given our reservations away." Toji sassed as he cracks open your bedroom door slightly, nosey to see what you're even up to, bending down to peek his head in.

"Aw, Jesus Christ, sweets..." The sight that meets Toji causes him to be slightly taken aback and mildly concerned. Dresses, pants, and shirts alike have been carelessly tossed about, the clutter tarnishing the previously spotless room. In the middle of the mess, the eye of the storm, there you sit on your knees, hand covering your pouty mouth.

"What happened, bub?" Toji sits down next to you, immediately moving to pull you onto his lap.

His muscles tense, heart panging as he feels you push him away, tears cascading down your round cheeks.

"Nothin' -hiccup - nothing looks good on me." You mutter out oh so quietly, embarrassed that a man as stoic and built as Toji is seeing you in one of your most personal fits.

Sharply inhaling, you quickly stand up, aggressively wiping your tears, stalking around your messied room almost maniacally. The anger of not feeling beautiful over takes your body, blood boiling inside your pulsing veins. You pick up and put down shirts, tugging them from their place, before angrily folding them.

"This makes me look fat... this dress gives me the figure of a fucking refrigerator. Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me, none of this shit looks good. Fucking hate it. Hate my body so fucking much." You huff and puff, fist clenching at your sides. You rush around your room, picking articles of clothing up, briefly displaying them to your beefy boyfriend, before throwing them right back on the ground. Speaking through gritted teeth, you're unsure if you're rambling to Toji or yourself.

"Hey, hey, pretty. Calm down okay, let's just take a deep breath." Toji's thick worker hands grab at your shoulders, forcing you to stop your anxious outburst. He rubs up and down your broader shoulders as you feel a nip of embarrassment, and disgust reach your system. Staring at your feet in shame, you let yourself regulate, closing your eyes as you grab onto the soft fabric of Toji's shirt.

"For the record, that dress is beautiful on you. It brings out your curves."

This man and your thighs. Unbreakable bond, let me tell you. His hands are always on the thickest part of your upper thigh. He loves the way his fingers leave small indents in the soft flesh. While you two are laying in bed, he always props one of your legs over his hip, pulling you as close as possible to him .

The extra bit of chub on your hips is something he could eat for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner. Toji loves doggy and missionary for this exact reason. He loves pulling on your hips, engulfing as much of your side in his hands as humanly possible.

Cuddling. Cuddling. Cuddling. Holy shit, he can't get enough. He thinks you were made for snuggling and being held at night. He loves to squish the fat on your thighs, hips and tummy, praising you when you whine for him to stop.

"C'mere pretty, get on top of me." Toji grabs for you body, rolling his eyes when you put up a fight.

"I'm gonna flatten you." You giggle out, settling on resting your head on his chest.

"Tch, yeah, right... You sayin' I'm not strong? Think I can't handle my girl?"

You sigh moving half of your body to rest on his. Toji's hand immediately flies to the dough of your ass, rubbing circles into the skin.

"Mmm, much better. Fuckin' perfect, sweets."

As much as he loves all of your body, his favorite part is the little pudgy part of your lower stomach. Whenever he's hugging you from behind, his hand's designated spot is your tummy. Thinks you're cutest when you're wearing a little cropped shirt and your tummy is just peaking out... my goodness 🥰

Is a little suspicious when you ask him to take you to the gym with him, but happily obliges. It's so much fun when you take an interest in his likings, but...

"This isn't because of that damn Victoria's Secret Angels comeback, right?" Toji glances at you through his peripheral vision as one of his hands commands the steering wheel, the other resting on your yoga-pant clad thigh.

"Huh?" You snort out, tilting your head in confusion.

"I like ya' goin' to the gym with me, just hope you know what a pretty girl you are. My pretty girl."

This man makes sure you're eating your meals. The two of you have a date night where you stay in and cook a recipe you picked together.

Toji often fantasizes about how your soft body would only get softer while pregnant. Your plump tits swelling up, your belly rounding. So beautiful.

He loves your body, whether you gain or lose weight, because he loves you. Plain and simple.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

[themotherofblood]

chapter 5 | RIVER OF FIRE | blood runs thick | d.t x reader x r.t

masterlist | series masterlist | previous chapter

synopsis: the aftermath of Alicent being wed to Viserys.

~ “Did you think it all true, all these things will catch up to you now.” ~

It truly wasn’t much of a bother, was it. Here you were, threading together a bouquet with gold silk threads and next to you paced Rhaenyra, cursing practically anyone that would dare interrupt her maniacal pacing. Five steps she would walk forward, mutter curses under her breath and then she would turn, walk five more. The antechamber almost grew hot, burning along with Nyra’s ire, the dragon flames within her burnt so bright, you feared for the Queen’s life.

She was just next door, being readied for her wedding by her Hightower cousins, you could hear the rambling and muffled giggling and jangles of gold bangles and necklaces. Her wedding to Viserys - by the gods - even now brought bile to the back of your mouth coating it with bitter thickness. It wasn't unheard of but perhaps when the bride bleeds from so close to home, one might truly weep for her virtue. Even if she were to be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, a girl and a grieving King. What bore far more pain was that she hid it, for months she hid her ongoing relationship with the King, from you, from Rhaenyra. Being unable to aid Rhaenyra through her grief to which Alicent sewed parts of Rhaenyra back together with such ease. She is wise, truly wise, yet she hid this. Rhaenyra believes her a traitor now, for weeks she voiced the fear of Aemma’s memory fading if Viserys were to remarry, Alicent listened and yet said nothing.

You were pulled from your thoughts as the doors to Alicent’s bed chambers opened, ladies poured out one by one, bowing to you and Rhaenyra before heading for the Grand Sept, the bells had begun to ring, marking the King’s arrival to the Sept.

A girl of six and ten turned into a woman, Alicent stood at the door with a stunning ivory gown, her cape sleeves curving around her figure and intricate gold metal work placed on her shoulders to mimic dragon wings, her beautiful brown hair pulled up. She was radiant as always, you couldn't help but smile at her, it was her wedding day after all.

Alicent’s eyes flicker to Rhaeyra, expecting to find some warmth within the purple of her eyes, Nyra gives Alicent a once over, taking in what had seemed like a nightmare come true.

“You look lovely, your grace” the hint of sarcasm coated thick in Rhaenyra’s voice as she bowed to Alicent before taking her leave.

You pitied her, the smile you gave her after screamed so, the Queen loved by all but the one closest to her. You walked her, reaching out to fix an untucked ribbon and then handing her the bouquet.

“Is there no way that I might mend this?” she sighed, sorrowful and guilty.

“Not today.”

She looked defeated as you fussed with pinnings of her wedding dress.

“Not today, because today is about you, our petty problems will be with us tomorrow too, my lady.” you give her a once over before once more smiling at her “today you become Queen.”

This time she matches your smile, a long breath shaking away the sorrow weighing upon her shoulders. You walked behind her, lifting her long train with both arms as she proceeded to walk.

There was this joy, your friend was being wed, a momentous event but you couldn’t breathe past how terrified Alicent looked, and torn over how perturbed Nyra appeared to mask her strong need to sob. Your lover and your companion, both bleeding from the wounds of court and you could help but one, a side that you had to choose. She had ripped through two dolls, sobbing over the one gown she managed to steal from her mother’s chests. She didn’t want a stepmother but most of all she didn't want to have to lose a friend so cruelly. No matter how tightly you held Nyra through the nights and gave her comforting touches, the dark shadow of doom that seemed to follow never left her, it loved her more than you could. More than the sunshine could cast a shadow, it persisted. At supper and at tea, it pained you to watch her so.

So much so, she wrote to Daemon, begging him to return, to stop this madness, speak some sense into his brother but what was done couldn’t be undone by a banished prince, now could it?

You reached for Nyra’s hand as you stood amongst the people, watching the Targaryen cloak draped over Alicent taunt her. All would be well, all must be well, you prayed. A marriage for the stability of the Realm, even with an heir, the lords never truly seemed satiated.

As Alicent and Viserys turned with their heads held high, the crowds cheered, roared in an out pour of joy. A new Queen had blessed the Realm, soon she would bless the Realm with a son.

A son, you looked to Rhaenyra. The whites of her eyes had gone red, moist.

“She is no Queen of mine.” she angrily whispered to you.

In the vast toll of things, one thing you had expected less. Rhaenyra had charged her ladies to be so frigid to the Queen. You sat with her and her ladies, leisurely pushing your needle through the fabric and then back out, every now and then glancing at Alicent and the growing mound of her belly hidden behind the plush blanket she sat under.

A rabid dog with a mustard collar, that’s what you were to her. Shielding her from the bitch-like behaviour many of these courtly ladies had directed towards her. Loud mouthed wenches, snickering behind her back, most of them had expected to be Queen– now they lick their wounds, playing those half cooked political games to gain Alicent’s favour. Most of all, you shielded her from Rhaenyra’s wrath, raging just as hot as Syrax’s fire, burning all those who might to diminish it, though you– immune to the brunt of it all, both figuratively and literally. The Targaryen in you kept you Valyrian-clad, and Rhaenyra’s lover in you kept you protected.

You looked out the window this time, you were sure she was up there– somewhere so high where if she was to let out rageful screams, she would be the only one to hear. Well– her, Syrax and perhaps a vulture or two. You and her had talked about it at length, while Viserys saw the possibility of a spare, all Rhaenyra saw was an heir, to overshadow her, to depose her before her father sold her hand in marriage to the highest bidder. A castle? Gold? Armies or perhaps a foreign political connection, casting her away. Just as Jaehaerys’s daughters suffered, so would she.

Your mother Daenereys was probably the most fortunate of the lot, along with her sister Alyssa. Both women married the men their hearts desired, Alyssa and Baelon producing the purest of Targaryen children and your mother bringing Dorne into the fold by marrying your father Allyrion Martell. You however bleed Martell through and through, unlike your brother that possessed purple eyes, the ravenous features of a true Dornish woman embraced you as you grew, full lips, sun kissed glow, a distinct head of loose curls, leaving but a few streaks of white, just like Princess Rhaenys.

That was besides the point that even with the macabre tradition of the Dornish and the contumacy of Targaryen traditions, you couldn’t fathom admitting that you indeed wanted Alicent’s child to be a boy, for that little child to be heir so you and Rhaenyra could fly east, just like you always dreamed of, marry and live in a quaint little hold with servants purchased from sold jewellery and a farm of your own. Yet once a prey tastes blood, it can only want for more, Rhaenyra’s purpose was this, to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, she found power within the title bestowed upon her and just as demanded flaunted his oddities with immunity so would she, you could do naught but follow her, obey her commands and prepare for the day that she would sit the Iron Throne– with a husband on her back instead of you.

You couldn’t give her heirs of her blood, no blood magic nor prayer could change that you too were born a girl, and the unnatural pairing of the two of you would lead to carnage.

“Princess?” the voice of Enorah standing by the doorway tore your attention, you looked at her, momentarily stunned– returning to the world of the living “The Princess Rhaenyra has demanded your presence in the Godswood.”

Demanded

Rhaenyra knew at the cusp at which she played at, your afternoons were Alicent’s by the King’s “suit,” you turn to Alicent apologetically.

“My Queen if I may…”

“Go on, I have my other ladies to keep me company, perhaps I might return to my chambers for some respite.”

You looked around the ladies scattered across the chamber floors before neatly putting away your embroidery ring, you stood, back straight and shrouded in formality. You bowed to your friend before taking your leave.

You knew how you find Rhaenyra in the Godswood, hair mussed— stinking of dragon on the rage of the fourteen flames in her eyes.

“Why must you be with her?”

Something so sacred but irreparable, such a bind of sisterhood never found again. Squandered yet again by what you knew to be the ugly politics of lords in their ivory towers. What irked you the most was the price paid was you— your companions barely old enough to bleed let alone be pawns to whatever bargains were being struck in the Great Halls of the Red Keep.

You remembered the fight they had so vividly, almost envisioning it as you entered the Godswood.

“Rhaenyra, slow down!” You huffed, hiking your skirts to chase behind her.

Viserys had just announced his proclaimation, you stood there. Among the choices he had, along with Laena. Alicent too was— oddly among the lot. It wasn’t a surety until he said her name.

You were sure Rhaenyra felt it harder than you did, right in your gut. A dagger wound, you should have seen this coming. She looked torn, regrettably so, but why? She would be Queen.

Thus you chased out Rhaenyra, down the stairs and to the Godswood where she wiped at her angry tears.

Dear gods

When the realization set it, your closest friend had lied to you, through her teeth. Under the disguise of consolement and wise words of religion and perhaps comfort. She hid her “affairs” with Viserys.

For her sake you wished that she would steer clear of Rhaenyra but such fate was beyond her for she too followed.

“You!” She whipped her head furiously towards Alicent.

“Why? I wept to you, afraid for my mother’s memory and you betrayed me!”

“Rhaenyra truly—“

“You do not speak! You do not breathe near me.”

“Ever again…”

[altheasmeadow]

Word Vomit

Pairing: Yunho x fem reader

Warnings: Under the influence, Yunho smiling like a maniac.

word count: 556

Summary: In which even drunk she should not have shared as much as she did

She never was much of a liar, so her bond didn’t make much sense. How was she supposed to know if it was her soulmate of just her not wanting to lie? Well that's what she thought until she was drunk off her ass in a club, she and her friend holding onto the bar as they sipped their drinks, when a man in black slacks, a balck button up with the top few unbuttoned and his hair slicked back just a bit to reveal his forehead. As she drank in the sight she couldn’t help but feel giddy, especially when he sent the cutest smile her way. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” He offered sweetly, and honestly she wanted to take him up on the offer, he was cute and she’d love to talk to him, but the words that come out of her mouth are definitely an overshare she doesn’t want to release.

“You’re so cute, however I’m definitely way past my limit.” She hummed, not noticing that she had rejected him instead of accepting like she intended.

“Bad day?” He wondered, tilting his head in a way that resembled a puppy, while ordering a water and something with carbs to sober her up to hopefully help with the wicked hangover she’d have tomorrow.

She opened her mouth to deny the accusation but blurts out, “ Most definitely, I had a job interview today and someone spilt their coffee on me in the shop and didn’t even apologize, then I get to the interview and they look at me like I’m crazy because im drenched and panting like a dog.” She was cute, that is all that’s going through Yunho’s head, her rambling with that little pout? He was a goner.

Now she was starting to realise that nothing she wanted was coming out of her mouth, she furrowed her eyebrows, “What’s your name?” She asked, prompting him to answer a question that he would no doubt ask back, an easy question that she could lie to.  She was sobering up and it wasn’t the water and bread doing it.

“Yunho, How about you?” He grinned, sipping his drink, peeking behind her to see her friend flirting with Wooyoung animatedly. 

Her real name comes off of her tongue before she couldeven think to come up with a new one, “Ah you’ve figured it out?” He questioned making her look at him in shock, he simply chuckled in response lifting his hand to hover over hers, looking in her eyes to get permission first, when it was granted he placed his hand down over hers allowing the thrumming of the bond to encase their bodies. 

“How’d you know? We’ve never spoken.” She asked increduously, he leaned in with a grin, leaning towards her ear as if he was going to tell her a secret.

“I was the one you bumped into in the coffee shop.” He stated, making her eyes widen, “I felt the thrumming, I guess you were too anxious to think clearly. It’s why I didn’t apologize, I was shocked. Before I could get a word out you had stormed away. Meeting here was a coincidence; I was here to celebrate something for work when I saw you. I was not letting the opportunity pass me by yet again.”

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Little Mouse

Haarlep x Y/N - drabble - 753 WC NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: illusions to sex, one mention of SA, Raphael (he's so sexy but fuck he is an ass), Haarlep being a sweetie, not as sad girl hours as the last few fics so yayyyyyy, fluffy af because Haarlep is baby girl

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“Make sure they learn their lesson Haarlep.” Raphael said as he left the boudoir, waving his hand dismissively.

“Of course…” Haarlep said maniacally, inches away from your face as they pinned you to the bed.

You whimpered, stray tears running down your face. Mentally preparing for whatever Haarlep was going to do to you. As soon as Raphael disappeared into a puff of black smoke Haarlep let go of you and climbed off the bed, tossing a blanket over your naked form. You looked at them confused, tightly grasping the blanket to your chest.

“You’re alright little mouse, I won’t hurt you.” they spoke softly, walking towards the large pool at the front of the boudoir.

You wrapped yourself in the blanket, cautiously walking to the pool. “Why not?” You said with genuine curiosity. Devils weren’t exactly known to be kind, or to disobey their masters. 

“I don’t enjoy hurting people. Especially ones as lovely as you.” they said, wading into the warm water. 

You sat on the edge, dipping your feet in. “As lovely as me?” You questioned, unsure of what they meant considering you two had never met. 

“Raphael wanted me to…” they gestured between the two of you, alluding to a heinous act. “so he could make love to your shape through me. I can put on a glamour of anyone I bed… but you… I’ve read his diary, he wants you because of your kindness, your innocence. He wants to feel as if he could corrupt you. Destroy you. He is most upset that you didn’t accept his deal.” Haarlep sighed, running their hands over the water causing ripples. 

“Considering his contract required I sleep with him… I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” You felt defeated in the moment, who knew denying him would cause all this.

“Raphael doesn’t like to lose. And he lost big when he lost you.” Haarlep shrugged.

“What are you going to do? When he wants to… use my form?” You flicked your eyes to their dark ones.

“Accept my punishment as I always do.” Haarlep’s facade faltered, they looked pained to even think about what creative punishment Raphael would conjure up for them.

You mulled it over in your mind. Haarlep had been nothing but kind to you. You wanted to help them. But could you live with yourself knowing Raphael could use your body? Know that at any point you could feel ghostly hands over you? 

“I don’t want to see you hurt…” you whispered. You submerged yourself in the glimmering pool. Slowly making your way to them. You held their cheek when you reached them. They flinched initially which made your heart sink. They had not known a gentle touch in a long time, perhaps ever. “Trust me?” You asked softly. 

They nodded, watching your every move. You leaned in, barely kissing them. You moved their arm to gently hold your waist. They pulled you closer ever so slightly, almost afraid they would break you. You held their face with both your hands, deepening the kiss as they reciprocated. They pulled you into their lap, you straddled them.

“Are you ok with this?” you whispered against their lips. They searched your eyes for a moment, you weren't sure what they were looking for. 

“Yes… but I… I don’t want it to be like the other times…” they rambled, you had never seen an incubus so… unsure. So human.

You nodded, leaning your forehead against theirs. “Let me love you?” you asked, barely audible.

“Please…” they whispered before pulling you into a deep kiss, full of passion. They explored you, slowly and completely, as you did them. This wasn’t lust. This was something deeper than that. Not quite love. Some space in between. A gray area that neither of you had been before. Every touch was intentional. Curiosity and pleasure combining into this moment. 

They held you close to them as your breaths evened out. Haarlep traced the purple marks they nipped into your neck and chest. You kissed over their face gently. 

“Thank you…” they said, eyes meeting yours.

“I think we both deserve to know gentleness, kindness. I know you’ll have to… use my form. But I want you to know I don’t regret this. I don’t regret you.” you kissed their lips again.

“Stay with me?” Haarlep asked, almost as if they knew your answer already.

“We kill Raphael and I’ll stay.” you said in all seriousness. 

“Little mouse, I’d like nothing more.” they kissed you, finally smiling.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello!! Enjoy a little devil pillow time lol I'm so down bad for that sexy fucker. Will write again soon because I guess I get all this inspiration at night lol. Love ya'll, thank you for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests. XOXOXOXO

[klbwriting]

Surface Tension

Chapter 4: Like Real People Do

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none this chapter, next one will have some, this is more fluff

Summary: Y/N introduces Orm to her friends and they take a next step

Notes: more good stuff! comments/critiques are appreciated! Song is 'Like Real People Do' by Hozier

Taglist: @gabrieleskywalker @philiasoul

"You are so into this guy!" Aria laughed as she sat at her kitchen table with Y/N the day after Halloween. "What is his name again?" She was multitasking, feeding her infant. Y/N hadn't said his name, knowing that if she did Aria would know who it was. Orm wasn't exactly a common surface dweller name and Aria still had contacts in Atlantis, she had just been telling Y/N that the previous king Orm had escaped his prison cell and was presumed dead in some attempt to retrieve the Black Trident from the Lost Kingdom. Although, according to Aria, that sounded ridiculous, Orm was in hiding somewhere. And Y/N had paled a little, thinking about how he was in hiding, right next door to her.

"His name is Oren," she said, thinking as fast as she could. It could work, not like Aria was going to meet him any time soon if Y/N could help it. "He's from somewhere in Europe."

"Tell me more about him, I've heard he's hot, and that's he's funny, what else does he have going for him?" she pressed and Y/N regretted bringing him up. She hadn't meant to tell Aria, but she was her best friend and just like most best friends, she knew when Y/N was infatuated with someone and Y/N was bad at keeping secrets from her.

"Well, funny thing, you know who he reminds me of?" she said, figuring if she told her he reminded her of Orm maybe if they did stumble across each other it would set up the idea in her mind that he was some kind of surface dwelling doppelganger. Aria nodded for her to keep going as she spooned more baby food into her daughter's mouth. "King Orm actually, he's got the same exact kind of royal way about him. He also is blonde, sometimes things he's the greatest thing to happen in the world, and he's charming as hell." She had rambled a little more than she meant to and didn't realize Aria was now staring at her.

"If he's anything like that prick Orm you should leave him be, that asshole was a genocidal maniac who didn't care about anyone but himself and that stupid crown," Aria said, voice dripping with venom. Y/N bit her lip.

"I said he's like Orm, but he's also so kind and I can't imagine him being a genocidal maniac or not caring about others. He's been nothing but sweet to me and anyone I've seen him with. You should have seen him with his nephew yesterday, that man is nothing like Orm was," she said. Aria narrowed her eyes, assessing her friend for a minute before finally nodding and offering a small smile.

"Well, I hope he comes to your birthday party tomorrow, Dean would love to meet him," she said, looking a little guilty now. YN's eyes widened. Her party, at her house, that Orm would definitely notice, and be really hurt if she didn't tell him he could come. Aria was supposed to be there, but she had said only Dean, her husband, would meet him.

"Why is only Dean coming?" she asked. Aria sighed.

"The hospital had another flu breakout among the nursing staff, I've been called in for 3 12's," she said. "I'm sorry, I promise we got you an amazing present! And once I'm done with these horrendous shifts I will take you out for a proper fun time." Y/N nodded, putting on an upset face, but inside she was doing a cartwheel. If Aria wasn't there and Dean talked to Orm, then he could report back to Aria instead of her seeing him for herself. Dean had no idea who Orm was, he was a surface dweller who barely understood anything about Atlantis and honestly, didn't care to know once he heard how horrible they were to the lower city. She knew sooner or later Aria would meet Orm but she could warn her first, actually talk to her about him and tell the truth before then.

The day of her party, after getting the supplies and starting to make some of the food she had planned she walked to Orm's door, knocking on the wall as she went. She frowned when didn't answer so she went to the back porch and towards the water. He was swimming again, just a few hundred feet out and back. She took a deep breath, walking slowly down to the beach. She could stay on the shore, it was too cold for a human to be swimming, he would make the excuse he always did, he was used to these temperatures, family of swimmers, blah blah blah, a human would have been still suspicious, but she would pretend what he said made sense. She got to where the rocks started and stopped.

"Orm!" she yelled, hoping he heard her over the wind. He didn't seem to so she took a couple steps forward, heart starting to pound as she pictured a drop of water getting onto her shoes and somehow sending word to her mother that she was near the water, ready for capture. She knew how crazy that was but the fear in her mind didn't care. "ORM!" she yelled, this time louder, and with a little more panic in her voice. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. She saw him freeze, looking at her. She wasn't sure what he saw but he swam, faster than any person would be able to, back to the shore, running over to her.

"Y/N, are you alright?" he asked. Orm had heard her voice, hearing thinly veiled terror in her tone. Then he saw the look on her face from the water, she looked pale, like she was going to pass out. He knew he had swam too fast, but he was worried about her, had to get to her as fast as he could.

"I'm alright, just scared of the water," she said, but he felt that was a lie. Why did she lie about the ocean? He couldn't understand it, but he would accept it. "Are you finished? I wanted to ask you something?" He nodded and she forced a smile. He took her arm gently and started to lead her back towards the house, seeing the worry melt away the further they moved from the sea.

"What's going on?" he asked once they were safely back on their porch.

"Well, um, I'm having a party tonight, its my birthday party and I wanted you to come. Its nothing big, just a few friends. We'll mostly eat, play some board games, nothing crazy," she said. Orm stared. The last birthday party he had been to was his 18th and that had ended terribly, he hoped all birthday parties weren't so bad. He swallowed the memories of that night down and nodded.

"Ya, I'll come, what time?" he asked. He had to know how much time he had to find her a present, if he knew one thing about birthdays here it was that gifts were required.

"At 8, and no gifts required, we're all saving for our own lives, so no one ever brings any," she said. He frowned, not liking that. She deserved a gift for just existing and making his world infinitely better over the last 4 months. He nodded anyway and smiled.

"I will see you at 8 then, now I'm going to shower, its freezing out here," he said, realizing he should have been shivering. Y/N just nodded, a knowing look in her eye that he could never place and headed inside.

Orm did in fact shower, go out to a small boutique in the town, and get ready all within the time frame and was knocking on her wall at 8 before heading to her door. It was thrown open by a strange man before Y/N pushed him out of the way to greet Orm. She came onto the porch, closing the door behind her, but he Orm noticed several faces peering out the front window.

"Alright, this is a little out of control, but um, I have never invited anyone outside of this little friend group to a party before," she said. Orm didn't hear her at first, staring instead at how beautiful she looked. She had dressed up in a green dress with blue pearl accents around the neckline, her hair was down and longer than he realized, and her face was made up in soft golds to bring out her eyes but not hide her freckles. She looked more amazing than any woman on land or in the sea. He shook himself and blushed a little. "They think we're dating but you know, I've been trying to tell them we're friends, but they, they don't believe me." She was blushing also, glancing from him to her friends and trying to wave them away from the window.

"It's...its fine, hopefully they like me," he said. They were friends, but were they? He knew he didn't feel like she was just his friend, he was starting to feel like she was more than that, more than everything to him. She nodded and then noticed the small bag in his hand. She took it gently as they walked inside.

"I said no gifts to him, I promise," she said, setting the bag down on a side table, out of the way and safe from the festivities. Her friends just smiled, all looking like they were anticipating something. Orm now understood the scrutiny he normally placed on others. They were watching his every move, trying to read how he felt about Y/N.

"Hi, I'm, I'm Orm," he said, unsure what else to do, he looked to his neighbor and she seemed to be coming out of a trance.

"Ya, um Orm, this is Vincent, his husband James, Amanda, her husband Nick, Colleen, her fiance Erin, and this is Dean, he is my friend Aria's husband. She's a nurse and couldn't be here tonight," she explained, going down the line. He noticed that her voice hitched a little when she spoke and Dean and Aria and Orm knew those were the ones he was trying to make a good impression on. The others all came over, introducing themselves and talking at once at him. He felt relief wash over him when Y/N suggested they play a board game, something called Horrified, and they seemed to lose interest in Orm.

The party was great, food amazing, music soft but still fun and celebratory. Y/N kept asking people to dance with her but no one did and Orm can see it was bothering her. He would have if Dean hadn't cornered him a little, asking him questions about himself and then dropping a bomb on him.

"Aria thinks you and Y/N should be together," he said. Orm looked at him surprised. "O come on, you are all Y/N talks about anymore and you haven't taken your eyes off her all night, you two should just kiss and get it over with." In that instant Dean reminded Orm a great deal of Arthur and he thought he much he wanted to talk to his brother. He never thought he would be wishing for Arthur's perspective on something but now he craved it. Arthur had dealt with all this before, the feelings, the desires, Orm hadn't really dated anyone ever. Mera was supposed to marry him, so he may have found someone to warm his bed from time to time he never had actually felt like this for anyone. He wanted to hear Y/N tell him her secrets, he wanted to taste her skin and her lips, he wanted to hear her laugh, wanted to feel her body against his, he wanted everything with this person. He didn't know how to react to that.

"Ya, well maybe," was all he could offer Dean, but the other man just smirked some and nodded, before saying goodbye to Y/N and heading out for the night. It was getting late and her friends were all starting to leave. Orm hovered in the background, getting glasses and dishes to clean up and find some time to be alone with Y/N. She got the last guest out of the door and turned to face him.

"Hi," she said softly, noticing he was still there. He set down to dishes he was carrying to walked over to the side table, getting the present.

"Would you like to open it?" he asked. She blushed and took the bag. She opened it slowly, inside was a necklace with a silver chain and a single pearl. She stared for a moment, mouth open a little.

"Orm, this beautiful, its too much, but thank you," she said. He smiled and offered his hands. She handed him the box and he took out the necklace as she moved her hair. He gently put it on her, fingers thrilling at the touch of her skin. He was tempted right then to kiss her before stopped himself. He wanted to know that she wanted to kiss him back, wanted to see it in her eyes first. He heard a song playing, soft and perfect for a dance.

"You said you wanted to dance, well, shall we?" he asked. He had never danced before on the surface but he had seen a couple movies, he knew the idea and he wanted to see her smile. She nodded, taking his hand and pulling him to the center of her living room. She put one of his hands her her waist, hers on his shoulder and she held the other. They started the song a foot from each other but as it progressed they moved closer until they were nearly nose to nose, whispering to each other about the party, about anything really.

She could hear the songs words and now was glancing from Orm's blue eyes to his lips. She noticed him doing the same and despite knowing that this would open her up more, would make her vulnerable, more than she had let herself be with anyone since she ran away from Atlantis, she nodded at him. He didn't need any other signs, leaning in and taking her lips with his. They had stopped dancing, now just in an embrace. Her hands went into his hair, his to her hips, pulling her even closer to him as his tongue pressed against her lips. She welcomed it, meeting him as they deepened the kiss. When they parted she took a deep breath.

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask and neither should you

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real do

"Would you like to stay the night?" she asked. He nodded and she led him upstairs.

[that-fox-thing]

So, today’s episode right? Ignore me while I ramble a little-

I am so confused, did Ruin ever had a virus? He acted as if he had always been acting, not a masochist maniac or a cinnamon roll just the actor behind it. I mean he said so himself right?

-“ I believe I told Moon in that first interrogation, I am an actor”

Acting for what reason? It is important enough for him not to even care about being alive to see it. Dark Sun said that whatever it is it’s going to have a multidimensional impact, and it’s too late to even stop it. Also what the hell is that about “We’ll all be free soon, soon”.

Idk my theory is that it’s something to do with his creator, the way he talked like he had served his ‘grand purpose’ just another gear in the machine maybe? “I assure you, you will not be harmed” meaning something far grander than Sun and Moon. Bit of a stretch here but talking about the virus I believe he never said it made him follow the creators orders, just made them more violent and insane, more fit for whatever job he had in mind.

Even so I think at least part of it was still him, still aware. I mean look at his Monty, he didn’t acted nearly as exaggerated as Ruin, and we’ve seen how bad Monty can get. Don’t misunderstand me I don’t think he likes doing what his creator says, as he has stated he didn’t had any other choice than to do so, he’s more so accepted it, in a weird way?? (He was still pretty f-ed up in the head tho)

Kinda wanted to point out this conversation from one of his interview videos as well:

🌙-“I need to see what I need to stop from happening.”

☀️🌑-“You are not going to stop it, one day the nukes will rain down and humanity will reset, nothing you can do will stop that from happening Moon.”

🌙-“Are you trying to say you’re Armageddon?”

☀️🌑-“OH! I’m not Armageddon! I’m not gonna do a damn thing…”

Meaning someone else is or will cause this big event.

Or maybe this is all obvios to everyone and just now I’m trying to put everything in order inside my head-

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

(SAMS related)

Hey so maybe this is a stupid question, but I'm curious to hear your opinion....

What do you think they're doing with BloodMoon? On the one hand they're acknowledging how BloodMoons known nothing but hate and being used, which makes me sympathetic and seems to indicate a direction of change/redemption. But on the other hand, its FUCKING BLOODMOON. Hes garnered hate because hes an insane psychopath that has admitted that they enjoy the killing and dont see it as a curse. That's not someone you leave loose or free. It seems that solution is to kill them again, but that also seems like a waste cuz they JUST came back and now have a custom VR model.

I dunno, I'm sorry for rambling, I just want to hear what others think. Cuz to me they're giving us plenty of reasons and tidbits to want a BloodMoon redemption of some sort, but BloodMoon has seemed to make it very clear that they dont want to stop being the bloodthirsty killing machine and have "killed" and/or burned bridges with the individuals who would have TRIED to accept them. So I'm confused on how to feel and what to think....

I don't know honestly.

On one hand, they point out constantly BloodMoon's abandonment issues and him being constantly used as a tool.

While I am disappointed with how KC's death was handled, I do agree that he needed to be fridged by Bloodmoon in this case. (I just wish the circumstances aligned so KC didn't antagonize him for no reason and didn't throw his life away for no reason. And due to his inaction caused many more homeless people to possibly die, and now it seems like he was just feeding the homeless for clout on tinder and not genuinely care about these people.... I honestly find the stupid easy jabs at the homeless in the sams series kinda gross and while it has been toned down I still wish it would stop all together...)

And what I really think will happen, Bloodmoon wants to be fixed... but since his introduction... Bloodmoon (well, the old Bloodmoon, not the Bloodmoon based on Ruin's SAMS wiki lore... cause remember. This is Bloodmoon 2.0 with not all his memories in tact.)

He did seem to lament that he had these bloody cravings.

Yeah. I haven't forgotten this episode. Released on the Day of the actual Blood Moon.

(I kinda miss when they used to talk with their hands to convey which twin was which)

It was the first time we as a fanbase realized that his urge to kill is more of an addiction and he has said as much a few times.

And retrospectively, looking back on this episode, (cus at this point I didn't care about bloodmoon back then. It always takes me a bit to warm up to a new SAMS character) Bloodmoon is exceedingly lonely.

He has himself. But that's all. no one will ever really get him or understand him. And I think there's a great lament with that. Being unable to be understood from anyone outside of your twin or 'other'. Yeah, you have eachother, but no one else.

I'm wondering if Bloodmoon 2.0 has this episode in his memories. As he seems to be determined to rip and tear and kill.

My working theory right now is that Nice Eclipse WILL fix Bloodmoon as he wants..... but he'll also fix his cravings.

The best case scenario is that Bloodmoon will only crave shades of red.... and rare steaks....

or... this might cause complications in the duality of their nature, and maybe one of the twins might get broken, with the other needing to be alone for the first time since they woke up.

I don't know. I really think Nice Eclipse will pull through... and give Bloodmoon everything he wants, and more. Because I don't think Eclipse will readily fix Bloodmoon in his entirety and just let a homicidal maniac run loose and terrorizing everyone.

Bloodmoon was the only person Sun felt guilty about, and even Old Moon felt as if Bloodmoon, given enough time and the right circumstances could change.

We also know that Ruin Eclipse is possessed by the Ruin Virus. So he isn't in his right mind, and can easily be redeemed as well. He just needs that virus out of him.

I'm already seeing a lot of parallels with the Eclipse and Lunar takeover. And How Lunar was developing more as a person and strongly learning Eclipse was bad for him and the side of good.

Meanwhile, Bloodmoon is slowly figuring out that he's been used his whole life and he no longer wants to be a weapon for others. The only way he can prevent himself from being a tool in this way, is to not play the game.

Which I think Nice Eclipse is the key.

[wisyhana]

Puppyshipping situation that means nothing but fuck it I love it:

Kaiba currently stays at Jonou's apartment anytime he wants to relax, yes my boy learns to take it easy at his boyfriend's home.

But this time he's stuck with work. There's something he can't figure out so he's there stressed trying to fix it.

Jonouchi lets him be, he doesn't know shit of his work, or how long he's been dealing with that projext; he can only mind his own business and understand whatever Kaiba's complaining the whole time.

Suddenly Jonouchi pays attention to his rambling and reply without thinking too much. He says the simples thing which catches Kaiba's attention and everything goes silent for a second. Kaiba looks at his work, probably a laptop or something, and something clicks on him.

He finds the solution and everything seems clear to him now. He laughs like a maniac to it; Jonouchi is used to that weird laugh but can't avoid being curious about it.

Then Kaiba looks back at Jonou and shows a bright smile, "I'm starting to enjoy that simplicity of yours", Kaiba says as he's right back at his work.

Jonouchi is a bit confused but can't escape the warm feeling on his chest, while hides the urge to ask him for a kiss.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

okay okay so since the whole Doflamingo wanting to 'reset' Lizard is canon outside of the Lil' Lucky Au does that mean that there's an AU where he succeeded in 'resetting' Lizard?

Yes, there can definitely be an AU where that happens. Here, have a drabble

"Oh good, you're finally here," Doflamingo's chuckle was nothing short of menacing. He was casually drinking from a bottle of wine while reclining on a couch like he didn't have a care in the world.

"Where," Crocodile violently swung his hook into a lackey that charged at him, "is my daughter?" The body was flung away just as intensely as they'd been grabbed and crashed through a coffee table. It shattered on impact and sent bits of wood and shards of glass everywhere.

"My, my, you're in a bad mood." Doflamingo mindlessly swirled around the remaining wine. The smug look on his face did nothing to quell Crocodile's anger, only amplifying it. "Can't I at least get a 'hello' or a 'how are you' first?"

Crocodile's teeth ground painfully against each other, and his hand shot forward to grab onto the feathery pink coat. "Where. The fuck. Is my daughter?"

The intimidation attempt did nothing to wipe the grin off Doflamingo's face. If anything, it widened. He was loving every second of this. His arm rose and gestured to a hallway to his left, "She's just over there. Third door on the right. I suppose you should go say hi, she's been asking about you."

A chill ran down Crocodile's spine. Something about the way he said that sounded so malicious. Like there was some sick joke that he wasn't in on.

He shoved the maniac away and rushed down the hall. This could very well be a trap, but if there was even the smallest chance that his child was in that room then he would risk it all.

There was no hesitation when he made it to the door, it was thrown open with enough force to embed the doorknob into the drywall.

Crocodile was thrown off his guard immediately. While he may not have known what to expect, this certainly wasn't it. The room was obnoxiously pink with lace and ribbons everywhere. A child sized bed in the corner was built to resemble a castle, and small toys littered the floor.

A very young child was in the room with her back to him. Before Crocodile could demand to know where (y/n) was, the little girl turned to face him.

Everything stopped. No.

Her once fearful expression turned to one of joy as she scrambled to stand, "Daddy!" She closed the gap between them in seconds and hugged one of his legs. She started rambling excitedly, but it fell on deaf ears.

Daddy? No. No, no, no. His daughter is sixteen. She's a few steps away from adulthood and acted as if she was far beyond it. This child isn't her. It can't be. He NEEDS it to not be true.

But he would know that face anywhere. That voice.

"Such a touching reunion."

Crocodile was snapped out of his stupor and instinctively crouched down and scooped up the girl. Doflamingo watched with amusement as he took several steps away from him.

"What did you do?" His voice came out infinitely calmer than he expected it to. Rather than dignifying him with an answer, Doflamingo started laughing. The girl was looking back and forth between them with growing concern.

"What did you do to my daughter?!" The shout was raw with emotion and strained from trying to keep himself from breaking.

"Nothing much, I just returned her to a more... ideal state. She's far less difficult now, you should be grateful that I went out of my way to find a devil fruit that could do this." Doflamingo had entered the room and was pacing around Crocodile in a fashion that could only be described as predatory.

"Grate... Grateful?! I should be grateful?! You killed my daughter! You robbed her of the life she had!" The girl- his daughter, he has now horrifyingly accepted- flinched from the yelling. Tears of confusion welled in her eyes as she struggled to comprehend what was being said.

"Don't be so dramatic. She's alive and well, just a bit younger." Doflamingo waved his hand dismissively, unfazed by the outburst. "I've got other matters to tend to right now, I'll leave you two to get reacquainted."

Doflamingo made to leave, but paused just before he got to the door frame, "Oh, and don't try to leave. You won't make it far, and I would hate to upset little (y/n) in the process."

The silence that followed was truly deafening. Crocodile couldn't think. His mind was trying to run in a million directions all at once and was hopelessly deadlocked.

"Daddy?"

Crocodile glanced down at his daughter's face, but only briefly. He couldn't bear to look at her for long, he wasn't ready to do that yet.

The soft fabric of her sleeve was rubbed against his face. "How come you're crying? Did you get hurt?" The question was innocent, but it stabbed so deeply.

Yes. He was hurt. But how could he ever begin to explain that to her?

[axcel-lucci]

Insecurities

Trafalgar law x fem!reader

Warning: mention of graphic experiences and also some light(?) Angst

(Y/n) sat on the bed with her back against the head board and the blanket covering her legs up to her waist as she read a book

Her captain, and also handsome boyfriend, Law, was finishing up some work he had to do last minute into the night on his desk a little further away from the bed but still close enough for him to notice the bothered look on her face.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly as he looked at her

"Oh... Nothing. I'm just so fucking upset that the main character in this story is a misogynistic, sexist, fucking pick me bitch. So... I don't know... Like... Hmm... Cringe?" She muttered, "I wish this isn't the ACTUAL main character"

Law chuckled a bit and placed his pen down before stretching, "oh yeah? How's the main character a pick me?"

He always does this, asking her random questions knowing she'd ramble on for atleast thirty minutes or so just to hear her emotion filled voice.

She wouldn't normally speak unless spoken to, even in their 1 and a half year relationship. Not once has she spoken up about a few things unless it's the norm of like "hey, how you doing?" And the likes.

"Okay... So right now, the main character is in school and wore this winter ass outfit. Right? You'd expect she'd be warm as fuck, but then this 'handsome man' came along she's stuttering like a fucking maniac. Then right after, she's not like 'the other girls' and her parents CONVENIENTLY died at a car crash, she's bullied, is about to sing but then another man..." She rambled about how much of a pick me this main character is while law changed to some casual "pajamas" of his.

"That. It's so annoying!" She groaned and huffed, "but I do like the drama" she giggled

He laughed a little and turned to her, "sounds like a problem to deal with, Huh?"

"So fucking much."

"Say, do you mind if I just wear boxers to bed? It's quiet warm tonight." He muttered already shirtless

"It's alright if you're comfy with it." She smiled sweetly making his already warm heart melt.

"But... How about you?" He asked, "would you be comfortable?"

"Hmm? Oh. If you're comfortable with it, I wouldn't judge. It's not your first time sleeping with only boxers on." She laughed softly, "especially if you're next to me"

He smiled and turned his back on her before taking off his pants

(Y/n) can't help but observe him. Despite seeing just his back, she was mesmerized. Captivated even.

The way his back flexed, the thick lines of his tattoo of the jolly Roger, the curve of his hips, even the broad shoulders.

(Not to mention the ass)

"You're staring" he chuckled before she snapped back to reality

"Oh... Sorry, did it make you uncomfortable? I apologize, can't help it sometimes" she smiled softly as he walked around the bed and crawled underneath the blankets to sit on the bed and lean his whole body against her making her whine, "you're heavy..."

"I'm not that heavy" he pouted, "but... No... It doesn't make me uncomfortable. If anything, it prides me even more that I could catch your eyes like no man could" he smirked sexily.

Even though (y/n) wore a small smile, the rising blush on her cheeks screamed how flustered she is.

Another thing about her is the fact that despite feeling a different emotion, she portrays one slightly different. But always, and I mean ALWAYS, you'll see a smile on her face.

She's mad? Just see a popped out vein on her forehead with the widest smile she ever gave someone, she's sad? Just... Smiles while avoiding anyone's eyes, she's happy? A calm smile would do the trick.

He chuckled softly and gave her cheek a kiss while snatching the book away and placing it on the bedside table.

"Let's go to sleep, dear." He smiled as she nodded and laid down the bed

He did as well but wrapped an arm around her waist and the other was tucked under his head as a supporting pillow.

"Goodnight, law" she smiled as he kissed her

"Good night, (y/n)." He softly whispered and closed the lights

Feeling his arm tighten around her frame and his snores soon filled the room, (y/n)'s eyes opened with the most expressionless state in her expression

The main character didn't bother her as much as she proclaimed, contrary to popular belief, (y/n) has always been "truthful" to what she says but there are times her "truth" was merely a cover up.

She wasn't upset at the main character for being a pick me, it wasn't even the main character, it was a side character that slowly turned good thanks to the main character.

She sighed softly to herself as she stared at the ceiling then at law, then back at the ceiling.

A prickling feeling of emptiness filled her, it was like a void of nothingness and a vortex of emotions.

It's like everything she felt was merely an act, it was like a stage play with a script, a line, a dialogue... A character.

Of course she still loves her boyfriend but thinks she's not enough. By no means, she is... But there are so much in a relationship she managed to fill all of them but one.

The 'sex' part of it. The intimacy in ways of pleasure and shamelessness.

Thinking about it clenched her already empty insides, she swallowed thickly before breathing out heavily.

For a relationship that's at least a year and a half, you'd think they'd be comfortable with each other and have sex. But... (Y/n) has been cockblocking the man since their first year anniversary.

She'd create random problems without him noticing just for him to forget it for next time.

But not THAT extreme... Of course.

(Y/n) inhaled a bit then exhaled a lot.

She looked at law who had his head pressed against her arm making her smile

'you deserve so much more...' she smiled and ran a hand through his beautiful raven locks.

When they first met, (y/n) thought he was perfect. Like a god on earth... But she also noticed how he'd probably not end up with her and instead with that strawhat girl named Robin. They look good together.

But as it turns out, Robin is aroace and law... Well... He sees Robin as a mere acquaintance.

To this day, she can't believe the stars aligned and everything of his is now hers.

Maybe not everything...

Sighing again, she carefully removed herself from law, replaced with a big body pillow she keeps under the bed for moments like these.

He doesn't know about it, I mean... Who checks under the bed regularly when you're a busy doctor and surgeon, right?

She leaned down and kissed his temple before quietly making her way out of the sub and into the deck

While walking, she had the 'bright' idea of looking at her hands only to feel disgusted with a shuddered breath and just rubbed her arms with them in an attempt to calm her insides down.

Reaching the deck, she walked over to the back side of the sub, no one ever goes there but her, so she just sat down at her usual spot and stared at the moon as it literally shined in front of her.

Sighing, probably the millionth time by now, she pulled her knees up to her chest while still hugging herself for some more 'warmth'

It's not exactly the physical warmth she craves but... Warmth. Just... Warmth

....

Law groaned as he rubbed his head against (y/n) only to realize it was a fucking body pillow.

He had never seen it before so he instinctually kicked it off the bed only to lie on his back fully awake and staring at the ceiling

He hoped (y/n) was just using the bathroom or went to get some water but after thirty minutes she wasn't back yet.

Huffing with a pout, he was ready to scold her a little and got up. He looked at the bathroom and no sign of her being there the kitchen? Nope. Not even a faint evidence the glass was moved or the faucet being turned on.

He was now confused, since... Where would you go by night?

He remembered (y/n) talking about a part of the ship not being explored yet so he went there, quietly sneaking up to the back side, he realized it was a hard move

You'd literally have to climb a few steps and those steps are slippery as fuck.

But the end was rewarding though, he saw (y/n).

Her arms were on top of her knees as they were pressed against her chest, her head rested on top of them while her eyes were deep in thought

Normally, she'd see and greet him right away but she didn't this time.

There was an odd look in her eyes that made him so uneasy.

Not the type of uncomfortable but he's worried what might've happened for her to end up like this

"Hey..." He whispered, she didn't even flinch nor acknowledge him, "hey" he said again but this time a little louder

She jumped a bit before turning to him and laughing, "sorry. So deep in thoughts... What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be asleep?" She asked with her cheery self

For some reason, he didn't trust her laugh. It's like the laugh was just a facade.

"Heh. Replacing yourself with a body pillow isn't exactly a smart move when I'm so needy tonight" he mocked himself and walked right next to her before sitting down

"Oh yeah? Sorry then, kinda wanted to see the stars tonight. I hope it doesn't rain, ehe" she chuckled

He hummed as silence soon filled the place making him look at her a tad bit and noticed dried up tears down her cheeks while she smiled so... Blankly

"Is there something you aren't telling me?" He asked as (y/n) hesitated a bit but looked at him

"What do you mean? Up to this point I'm truthful to everything I say" she said proudly with a grin

But seeing his expression, she knew the jig was up.

You can fool any captain, but not this one. He can see it in her eyes that she wants to say something but doesn't have the courage to.

"Yeah... I... Kinda do..." She muttered while averting her gaze and down to the floor as she looked ahead of her

"Do you mind if I wish to know?" He asked lightly

Sure, law was problematic, but... If it weren't for (y/n) to begin with, he wouldn't even be this 'better' in terms of mental health.

"No, no... You... You should know cause this issue has something to do with you. I think. Or it's just me"

"I'm listening" he nodded

He also noticed how (y/n) seemed to avoid his eyes, everytime she'd look at him and notice him still looking at her, she immediately looks away with a rising shameful blush.

"Have you ever... Like... You know... Thought about... Thing... S" she dragged out, it was forceful, but hey... Baby steps are the next step to adult ones.

"What... Thing?"

"You know... Like... Things like... Sex... And stuff" she muttered under her breath

She kinda hoped he wouldn't have heard but hearing him chuckle made her want to sink to the bottom of the sea

"I have. Why? There's nothing wrong about sex. As a doctor, consensual sex actually releases stress from the body." He explained proudly as (y/n) just looked at him blankly and answered "oh" and nodded, "but what about it, though?"

"It's just um... I don't know... I feel weird and very much of a pervert thinking about it. I don't know. It bothers me a lot."

"Why do you think it bothers you?" He asked, looking over at her, she just stared at her hands before her fingers twitched and her whole hand soon clenched into tight fists

"It's... Nothing. We should go back to sleep"

"No." He says

"What?"

"No. We stay here until this issue is fixed. What about it?" He says in a more stern doctor voice.

He kind of expected her to say something along the lines of 'oh I'm new to it' and stuff but she gave him that look he has never seen her wear before

She sighed and looked down shamefully

Law eased a little before reaching a hand to her and noticed how she flinched.

Maybe it wasn't the experience, maybe it was far from that.

"Have you been..."

"No. I have not. In fact, people don't bring it up to me." She bitterly answered, "sorry... I... Don't know what happened"

"It's alright. I'm listening"

She sighed a little bit more, "it's not that I have been... You know... If anything, no one would cause if they do, not only will they get a bloody bruise, they'd also get jail time."

"Wait... Really?"

"Yeah... But don't worry, that was before. I'm fine with my hands now..." She sighed, "it's just... I feel like I don't give you... Us... The needs we both want. I heard a healthy sex life leads to a healthy relationship but... We've never done that before. Mostly because I destroy those moments... Sometimes"

Law hummed to himself, he does remember the times he'd try and instigate it, there would always something that would ruin it before they got out of a make out session

"It's just that... It doesn't feel enough. To me that is, not you..." She clarified, "I have big bloody scars all over my body, even have one when I got struck by lightning from my left shoulder running down to my waist."

"You got struck by lightning?" He asked

"Yup... Three times all on the same spot, until now I can still feel the pain of it despite it not being there and just seeing it disgusts me."

"How..."

"And also... In addition to those hideous big scars, I have 'smaller' ones... Not the ones I receive in battle... Those were battle scars"

Piecing it all together, it took him while not to gasp and gush all over her.

"What..."

Taking his hand, she placed it on her thigh and running his thumb down a specific path making him feel a big, long, scar.

"Does it... Hurt?"

"Ofcourse it does. What kind of scar doesn't cause you pain?" She snapped back before backing down and sighing

"I just think my body as a whole is... Hideous. Like... Super duper hideous you'd probably not want to look at me after." She sighed looking away and letting go of his hand

"What do you mean? I have scars, but-"

"Oh no, yours are majestic. They frame your body AND title perfectly. But for me... For some girl that's merely a girlfriend and a crewmate to have scars bigger than the captain's would probably be a disgrace... Cause that means I'm weak. I'm not weak"

"You're not 'some girl'. You're MY girl." He growled, "and... Pssh. I don't care if you have bigger scars than me. That just meant you're stronger than me."

"You would. You totally would." She hummed showing him her wrists which were bound by endless scars running down to the insides of her elbows

He was about to grab them but she pulled away.

"It's... It's best if you fulfill your needs... I can't fulfill all of them... I'm sorry about that" she teared up but he merely shook his head, "what are you talking about? You're all I need."

"A man needs his own pleasure and intimacy. I haven't given you any of those... Maybe a little bit of intimacy but not the sex part."

"What are you talking about? Just because we never had sex doesn't mean I'd see you no less"

"Tell me a couple who is happy without the sex." She stated

Ofcourse he can't name any cause Sanji and Zoro definitely had sex, Shachi and penguin too. Definitely those two.

"See? Most relationships run on sex for a deeper understanding. I don't understand this..."

It was silent for a while until he grabbed her hand, causing her to jump, and placed it against his chest. Enough for her to feel his beating heart

"I don't care about the sex. You are enough. And I love you" he smiled and kissed her hand, "you don't have to prove yourself to me"

"Law..."

[onebraincell-itmiebcraft]

Okay time for the liveblogging of real life in order (liveblogging life SMP call that lifeblogging) I have never done this b4 be easy on me

Grian

I've already watched his perspective at like 5 in the morning but heyyyyy nothing wrong with rewatching with added non sleep deprived commentary but also not really memories of what I originally thought watching this too :^))

I remember being so stunned they called it real life and the anatomically correct heart 🫀tickled my funny bone heeheehoo hahaha

Thought when grian said replay 3rd life I thought they'd reenact it 😭

We live in a society taxes man (I could ramble about it)

GRIAN IRL FACE!!!

has anyone fell over btw?

No lie that B can BIG

Reminds me of slimecicle jshitt and traves VR Minecraft where Travis got progressively shorter what a laugh

Does Scott ever see his scream

Is it take the Mick or take the nick love that idiom

RENDOG!

Scar looks like a child doing that thing

Awww hug

ABUSE

scar take the headset off dzuh 🫀🫀🫀

Grian literally me balance issues

Yugioh????

I called it, scar would say he's American 😎

I'm eating dinner while watching this at the same time what fun w

Giran called solidaritygaming jimmy no way + he died first fr this time + loud "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Perfectly timed his mic peaking is iconic

Ha haa!

He ear him bread

Really putting the mine in craft for Minecraft

reminds me of secret life EP 4 and scar is sweaty

*scar noises*

How did scar drop his phone???

Check your wrist? More like check your a- (tom cardy référence)

I love the way VR makes you hit stuff goofy

Can you run in game if you irl

(watch him die)

Haha he died

Why Jim is he sabotaging him

Jim Jim Jim gym gym

Doesn't Jim die here oh LMFAO he does

Jimmy you are famous to me

(scout voice) Chicken

How did scar die???

I love how vr makes them expressive Jim pointing to village house is so funny

There's only one bed

Wtf is happening in top right corner in 9min 30 sec

Ayyyyy there's grian the maniac love the casual position of the arms

Last life you can join me moment

Egg

Grian gaslighting

Jimmy you wanna dance quote of the year

PvP is so silly

Skizz is fighting a losing battle Jim killed him icon

I love how grian and Jim's yells overlap there's probably something music theory there idk

Awww scar he's so funny

Go pick him up from daycare haha

Facing away from the camera we live in a society

OHHHHH impulse big smart man Jimmy's arm movements are so smooth it's solly

Jimmy immediately leaving for fish cocomelon brain I agree

Love the arm movements

Lol they actually like down

It's okay grian scuffed is worth celebrating

Has anyone layed on their side

Friend just texted me about my monologue what am I doing man I have an audition tomorrow

Anyway Minecraft vr

The lying down model inventory so goofy

Rewatching the bread scene no wonder tumblr loves it looks like Jim jam actually has a mouth 👄

Impulsesv guess the build sheep flashbacks

Best sleepover

Polyamorous tony (died)

Sleepover reminds me of crazy Christmas w/gem and pearl

Grown men learn how to close doors

Minecraft fatshaming grian smh my head

Man thought it was more than Joel there + o2 max(xing) scar love it (i use maxxing ironically) (it's such a stupid suffix to me linguistically funny) (I hate incels) (don't cancel me tumblr) (I love all genders)

Two steps: die, and die

Jimmy isn't on fire??

Casual "it burns so much!" Love it

Wait right Jim still has a wooden sword

Joel Joel Joel Joel you know that one part in waiting for Godot where they just go back and forth in saying aideu yeah

So silly

Jim saying get in British people man

"noffing" - joel is it a British thing

Love Joel screaming he's so malding

Just remembered how scary heights are in VR because I thought for a second "why don't they jump down? are they stupid?" (Meme Reference) (Didn't actually think that) ("Stupid" is kinda stupid but I digress)

Hole

Boob stroke

Does scar enjoy the swimming

Why *does* swimming cause motion sickness anyway

Why bucket scar (this is a bucket)

Brain eating amoeba

GOON SQUAD!!!

Love Grian's arm movements I really did thonk Jim was gonna win for the funnies

He says come here weirdly

The joy of killing

Is Jim punching

It's okay hiking simulation

Go Jim go what a gamer boy

I remember the triple dog door dugout is like... Gem's? Joel's? Uhhhh I fotgor

Concussion era

Fresh meat

I just love their dynamics

JIM STOP SOUNDING LIKE THAT it's like his eyes are 🥺 and his mouth is boowomp spongebob like he's got tears in eyes scrimblo sounding ass

Ohhh there's my favourite theatre kids

'orrible

Joel saying boys make me happy

Wait that can misinterpreted

Joel saying "boys" sounds pleasant to my ears

I remember watching this part and going GRIAN FIRST OUT HUH???

awww the funnies

Love the way gem says "we're the last Grians. Grians? Greens!" It's like... Spunky

Grian falling reminds me of my scuffed keyboard when it registers a button press as a hold and then I like never stop walking right *sigh*

The downward spiral by nine inch nials

Ascending is TRUE watcher lore

Oh the music is so cute

Bye scar! Bye Joel!

Okay never let me liveblog cook again i kinda listened to the vid instead of watching reading this does not make sense to anyone but me reference hell half formulated thoughts RIP BOZO HAHA

Maybe I'll like do it in 5 mins chunks for JJJJJJoel and the next ones onward I spent like an hour on this wayyyyy too long for incomplete sentences

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