#maybe something will actually be pretty cool and stick for a bit

[quibbs126]

Maybe with Transformers, there should be interpretations that take more emphasis from the character’s name as is. If what I said makes sense

What I mean is like, Megatron’s name partially comes from megaton, which can be a measure of explosives, so give him something explosion related. With Bumblebee, either make him an animal Transformer or a techno-organic, or maybe just give him a flying vehicle since bees fly. Or with Arcee, her name (I think) coming from “RC”, so maybe give her drones she can remote pilot

I don’t know, just random ideas I’m having. I think it’d be neat

Granted there are names you can’t really do that with. Like what are you supposed to do with Optimus Prime

[shinoko-oshi]

Simon finds your tumblr blog

Simon Riley who decided to get tea from a nearby cafe only to be starstruck by you, the barista, as you took his order. Accidentally nodding, saying yes when you asked him, what kind of tea would he like.

“Sorry, love, what was that?”

So of course, like a person discovering a drug for the first time, he went back for more. Every day. Eventually learning your schedule, framing his around yours. Timing it so perfectly that it looked natural, casual. Like fate.

He told himself it wasn’t stalking. Said he was just checking your socials. Just looking. Making his favorite photo of you on Instagram his phone wallpaper. The one where you smiled at the camera, lipgloss shining, cheeks rosey from the late afternoon sun. The one he perhaps casually jerked off to. Once. Maybe twice. Definitely more than he’d ever admit.

Until that “not stalking” became breaking into your apartment one day when he knew you were working a shift. Going through your place like he had every right to. 

Inside, your place was everything he expected warm, soft, cluttered in the way homes are when someone actually lives in them. Your scent hitting his nose the moment he stepped in. Something sweet. Maybe vanilla. Maybe your shampoo. He didn’t bother guessing, just inhaled deeply as he moved through your space. Fingers brushing your throw blanket, your mugs still drying by the sink, the stack of books on your nightstand.

Lingered in your bedroom. Touched your pillow like it might give him a glimpse into your dreams. Snagging a pantie or two. Pressed one to his face. Just once. Maybe more.

Which eventually led to him taking advantage of his job, running a background check on you, the whole nine. Addresses, phone numbers, emergency contacts. He memorized it all. But what really surprised him was what he found buried in there. An anonymous Tumblr blog. No name, no tags ultimately linked to you. Clearly something not wanting to be found.

Silly girl. Didn’t you know he’d always find you?

You occasionally posted filthy little one shots about masked men on there, which got a snicker out of him at the irony, he had thought before he saw that hint of blush on your face when he came back from work that one evening, a simple black balaclava still covering his face. The way your eyes lingered a second too long. The way you bit your lip when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Scrolling through your posts, one in particular caught his eye. A story about a man— too similar to Simon to be a coincidence. A regular customer at a cafe. Bending his barista over in the back, stuffing her full when everyone else had left. Their shifts ending.

Well, if that’s what you wanted, love. Simon was never one to deny a pretty bird of what she wanted.

It was funny, really. You looked so sweet and innocent. Too sweet to be writing filthy smut in your free time. All soft lashes and polite smiles. But then again, here you were, taking his cock so well, just like you had with his fingers as he had you bent over some boxes in the back storage room, filling your pretty pussy full of his eight inches. Stretching you open until you gasped his name like a common saying.

Your hand clamped over your mouth, trying to muffle your moans after your second orgasm. Legs trembling, breath catching in your throat, cunt clenching greedily around him like you were made for him.

And after Simon came himself, zipping his pants back up, he looked over your state, seeing the way you were trying to regulate your breaths, coming down from your high, literally. Pussy buzzing with that happy, content feeling after getting stuffed. Sweat cooling on your skin, hair sticking to your forehead.

He gave your ass a light, playful smack, mumbling, “How’s that for your little blog?” as he walked out. Leaving you dumbfounded. Not just from the way he fucked you but from the fact he knew about your anonymous Tumblr account.

He wasn’t done with you yet. No, not even close. Didn’t plan on stopping until he tried every single thing you’d ever written with you. And even after that… he’d still want more.

You were his now, baby.

Can confirm, this happened. Not really… sigh 😞

[beefjumper]

Life Series but beefburgered

Hello my tumblr 👋 I'm not dead, I've just been fandom jumping then felt the urge to make somewhat of a reference sheet for the lifers for future use. Yap session about the designs below:

Grian: Very standard Grian. You can smell the Cherrifire influence in this one. I imagine the turtleneck being wide enough to hide his mouth behind as he stares menacingly into the distance. His eyebrows are practically fused with his eyes but it's probably best not to think about it too much. I have considered placing a literal waffle on the back of his head but it might be tedious to draw continuously.

Scar: Everytime I draw Scar he looks weird. It might be because I'm not too good with longer faces, but that's how I'd imagine the character looks like. I think I'll switch up this design a lot as his eyes and hair bug me sometimes. Maybe experiment with the scars too. Artists make him look really cool as an explosion victim.

Mumbo: The slicked back hair looks right. Extra strand sticking out to make him look a bit disheveled. I wonder if I should commit to making him look more goth/vampire-like. He gets a tiny mullet because it fits.

Jimmy: Wanted to make him look a bit bird-like so I tried to express that with the back of his head. I hope he looks pathetic enough.

Joel: Fairly shrek-like. I wanted to make him look grumpy so he has a shorter and broader build. Also decided that one green hair streak wasn't enough for my satisfaction. His brown coat has a honeycomb pattern, but that's not too obvious. Also, he is shorter than Lizzie.

Scott: Pretty sparkly guy. I wanted him to look quite friendly. He actually has thick eyelashes here instead of eyeshadow but I'm not against that idea either. Kind of miss his Last Life skin.

Impulse: I don't watch Impulse too much so this design was based on some common interpretations of him. The horns are a cute idea.

Skizz: Very standard Skizzleman design. The ripped sleeves and the arms are probably my favorite thing. Maybe I should add more hair on the arms.

Tango: People tend to draw him really different, so I took aspects from designs I liked and put it here. Both his sclera and shades ended up being red, but I thought the sclera was iconic and the design looks more interesting with shades on. I'm not sure if I'd prefer for Tango's hair to literally be made out of fire. I tried making it resemble fire instead.

Etho: Attempted to make him a contender for Top 10 Hottest Anime Men. I'm always interested to see how people work around his definitely unrecognizable Minecraft skin (sarcastic). Like other designs, I think I'll add a maple leaf on his clothes or something.

Bdubs: He looks more terrifying than I intended but that might be the point. Might change his hairstyle here. I'd like to draw his white-haired skin at some point.

Cleo: Very standard ZombieCleo design. The hair was based on their VTuber but I decided to use the clothes from their Minecraft skin. The stitches are the fun part. I might make her hair curlier.

Martyn: Very standard InTheLittleWood design. You can smell the Cherrifire influence in this one ×2. The little beard is a wonderful addition I think.

Ren: Picking between black or cyan shades was tough. He also gets an obligatory ponytail because uhm. Tail. Dog. Get it? I also took a good while figuring out how I should go about his ears. I wasn't satisfied with human ears but I needed the shades to fit somehow. You can smell the Cherrifire influence in this one ×3

Lizzie: Yes, I have watched Empires S1 and S2 and it shows. Whoever first decided to give Lizzie cat-like buns should be given an award. I like the idea of heart-shaped buns too so maybe I'll alternate on that.

BigB: Very standard Bigbst4tz2 design. Don't let his friendly interaction with Lizzie fool you but he tends to stare into your soul for uncomfortably long periods of time. The highlights in his eyes come and go.

Gem: Very standard GeminiTay design. She probably has my favorite skin among this batch. I heard there was a shortage of elf Gem (there isn't) and I have decided to contribute to that (because there's no such thing as too many elf Gems).

Pearl: Inside Pearl are two wolves and I decided to draw the one that's sopping wet. Her hair has a few crescent-shaped curls. I'm definitely looking forward to drawing her more intimidating side sometime.

Overall I was hoping to make the designs simple and mostly accurate to skins/pfps. Nothing too special, other than a few pointy ears I sprinkled around here and there. I might add more to the designs the more I draw them.

[samubytheocean]

your little habits that flusters the Haikyuu boys

you think nothing of it- and he knows it. So why is he about to pass out?

teeth rotting fluff

might make it a series lmk

grabbing their sleeve

he walks you home. no questions asked. anywhere, anytime, no matter what weather. he mutters out “cuz i’m bored” or some other lame excuse and rolls his eyes whenever you tease him about him being your butler or smth

he’ll never admit, that those walks are the highlights of his days. listening to you blabbering any and every thought that comes up, occasionally grabbing your shoulders to stop you from tripping over or gathering up your hair that has fallen down to your face, yeah he loves all of it.

he’ll never admit, that you just look too pretty, yapping away your worries with your hands flying all over the place. so he only adds in quiet “oh yeah?”s and “no way”s to fuel your rants. he’s listening alright. he’ll ask you to follow up on the tea few days later.

so when you suddenly halt, eyes wide with a sweet, sweet gasp falling from your lips, he visibly flinches. is something there? are you in danger? does he have to carry you bridal and run home? he looks down, confused at your unusual quiet quivering lips.

he flinches when you tug his jersey down, towards the bush at the side of the road. yeah. no danger. just some neighborhood kittens lazing about in the sunset warmth.

your hands stay on the fabric, hands so small but the grip tight as you melt at the adorable sight. he stands up a little, gulping as he feels your touch warm against the cool cloth. the weight of your arm rests against his, and his fingertips tingle as they fall against your soft arms.

he tenses slightly, feeling the blush rise from his neck. was it the sunset? why was it suddenly so hot? you had the every option to hold him. his arm, his shoulders, hands, but the hem of his sleeve? why did your hands suddenly look so cute, gripping tightly as you gleamed innocently?

he looks away as he looks for his phone in the other side of the jacket, grumbling quietly about how he should take a photo of the sight. hopefully you can’t see how flustered this thoughtless touch has made him.

you saw. how could you miss the adorable blush all over his ears?

TSUKI, KENMA, SUNA (a little more enthusiastic about the tea bet) and SAKUSA

sticking & biting your tongue out

he hates it. more specifically, he hates the effect it has on him. a bit of him still doesn’t believe that it’s a absentminded habitual thing. seriously i bet he has asked you, politely and very shyly if you did it on purpose. once, and the confused face you gave him made him so red i swear. he started muttering nonsensical words until you nervously laughed. He just quietly rubbed the back of his neck (which was sweating so, so much)

i see a very clear picture. you guys are in the same class, and you’re so deep into the paper that you are writing, typing away something that has to be of equal relevance to the constitution or smth.

he can’t help but steal some glances at you. he has always admired how devoted you were to your assignments. both your passion and quality of the work motivated him to be a better person. not to mention how hopelessly pretty you looked, eyebrows scrunched up as your glossy lips mutter something. maybe you were choosing between your wording? maybe this was the chance to go over and very nonchalantly offer a fresh set of eyes?

that moment he shifts in his seat, his breathing stops. you open your mouth again, probably to mutter something out, but this time the tip of your glistening, pink tongue flicks out. he stops him his seat, awkwardly positioned, as his head furiously moves back to his laptop, heartbeat raging against his suddenly sweaty fingertips.

what the actual fuck? that must have been a mistake right? you must have just been trying to wet your lips or something. sure there’s nothing more of it.. but he can’t get the sight of the moment out of his head, you relaxing your pretty body for a second as you let out a little sigh, and that pink, glistening tongue sticking out from your plush lips. he feels a pang of guilt, so he quietly takes a shakey breath. there’s no more to it. cut it out. just go and talk to her!

yeah that didn’t go as planned, because when he looked back, the lightheadedness made him grip the edge of the table to stop himself from letting out a surprised sigh. the edge your tongue was caught between your teeth, peeking just out from your lips. your eyes squinting at the screen, just so focused on the work. he sank back to his chair, his eyes racing to look anywhere else.

there’s nothing more to it. he knows. you’re his best friend. he swears. but as he hears you mumble about how you can’t focus, he can’t help but think

how the pink fat would feel against his, and how desperate he is to help you relieve some stress

AKAASHI, KUROO (nerdy looser kuroo is the best kuroo), GOSHIKI, YAMAGUCHI, TANAKA (friends to lovers w him omg), AONE

this was so fun to write and i have so many more ideas about it? plz let me know if yall want more cuz i am more than willing to deliver 🫤🙌

[raylynnn]

Katsuki x Y/n (Drummer Katsuki AU)

Warnings ⚠️ heavy smut, BJ, fingering, oral, vaginal sex, cursing, and getting caught. Hope you enjoy<3

It was out of nowhere honestly. The group had joked and dabbled in the thoughts of starting a band, but no one ever thought it would take off like it did. It started off as more of a joke, I mean seriously we probably had 2 maybe 3 people who could actually play instruments. We all knew Katsuki could play the drums and knew Jiro could play about any instrument you threw at her. But the others not so much, including yourself. You and Mina excepted that this whole “band” thing wouldn’t work for you two. So y’all were just kind of the girls who took tickets and then watched behind the curtain while the others killed it on stage. You had Katsuki as your drummer, Ejiro as your bass player, Sero as your backup bass guitarist, and Kaminari as your lead guitarist. Everything worked out that way.

You and Mina would regularly go watch their band practices and plan out their next concert and etc, but out of the group you were definitely the closest to katsuki other than Ejiro. At performances his only focus was the music, not the crowd surfing, not the absurd amount of fangirls flashing him from the crowd, or the money, but sometimes you’d catch him let go a little bit, every time he did he’d look at you watching from the corner of the stage. Sometimes especially if the band killed it you would catch him giving a small smile at you from the stage. At one of the garage practices they were trying this new song that jiro had written. And it was a big step from their usual music. She had given Katsuki a drum solo. And he would never admit it, but he was nervous when he couldn’t get it the first try. He had played drums for so long their wasn’t much he couldn’t play.

The practices lasted about 2-3 hours, but katsuki waited behind for a bit. He couldn’t get it down and jiro had reminded him multiple times he had plenty of time to master it but he just wasn’t satisfied. Since you didn’t play an instrument the least you could was lend them your garage right? And lots of times one or two members would stay behind to work on some music solo, and it never bothered you cause to you it just meant they were dedicated.

About 30 minutes after practice ended everyone pretty much had left. So it was just you and Katsuki. You went to your room for a bit just to chill out but you started thinking about how close you and katsuki were compared to the others. You wanted to seek him again, talk to him or something. You were about to get a drink from the fridge out in the garage anyway..so what could it hurt really.

When you headed out to the garage you saw katsuki looking over the music once again before hammering at the solo again it sounded a lot better but it wasn’t as fast as it needed to be from what jiro had said earlier. “Still working on it?” You said as you opened the fridge door. Katsuki set his sticks down before wiping the sweat off his forhead looking over at you and you grabbed a water. “Tch..yeah I can’t belive I’m saying this, but this solo is kicking my ass” he said tiling his head back a bit stretching his back from being hunched over the drums for so long. You tossed a water to him which he caught taking the lid off. “How long have you played again?” You said thinking it over, must of been a while to be as good as him. “I started playing when I was 6, so probably 12 years” he said taking another sip. “What about you nerd? You play anything?”

You let out a soft laugh before shaking your head. “Haha..no I tried a few times but never stuck with me, always thought the drums were cool though” you said as you closed the top on the bottle. Katsuki chuckled slightly before patting his lap gesturing for you to come closer. “C’mere” he said softly. He got out of the chair and stood behind you while you sat down of the stool chair. He took the sticks and placed them in your hands fixing your hold and posture. He grabbed your wrists gently before hovering your hands over a symbol and a smaller snare. “Here put your foot on the base drum, and tap your foot against the pedal continuously and take your right hand and hit this-“ he explained oddly calm and relaxed, his lips near your ear as he talked you through the steps. “Dammit” you muttered after your 3rd attempt of trying the simplest beat.

“Here get up.” He said you got up thinking he had given up on you but then he pulled you into his lap and positioned you just like you were before instead his foot was on the base. He grabbed your wrist and started maneuvering your wrists like a puppet. The beat came out at a good Rhythm thanks to him basically playing the drums for you, but you didn’t give two shits. You were in Bakugo’s lap with his hands on your wrists and his face close to yours. So you were winning anyway.

Getting closer to the end you started moving your wrists on your own with his grip still guiding you but with all this movement..you didn’t even realize what you were doing to him until his hands faltered all of sudden when you moved back on his crotch. Fuck. You didn’t even mean to but that’s all it took. You weren’t fully sure so you tried something. You stopped with the drums for a second before muttering. “Um..hey katsuki can you move your keys It’s a little uncomfortable to sit on” he rested his forhead on your shoulder trying to hide his best red face. “Those..t-those aren’t my key” he said flustered as ever hoping he would just nuke right there. Your face flushed red as you giggled slightly. “Excited are we~?” You giggled out. He brought his hand to his face trying to conceal his burning hot cheeks. “Tch..shut it, it’s y-your fault” he muttered out trying to fix himself under you. Suddenly without thinking you went to get up rubbing back once more this time stealing a groan from the boy under you.

“Ngh..” he groaned slightly. You relized this was your mess to clean up. If you had just stayed in your room none of this would have been happening. I mean the least you could do was help him out. You sighed nervously before getting up and dropping to your knees. His eyes widened before he stuttered out. “W-what are you doing..?” He said covering the lower half of his face with his palm. “Just..shut up and let me take care of you..ok?” You said undoing his belt before slipping them down till his boxers were visible. He wasn’t just hard he was solid. All because of you. That tent in his boxers with a little wet spot assumably pre. The big bad katsuki all of sudden looked so vulnerable so needy and eager. God this was such a beautiful sight.

You looked up at his before taking his boxers down. “Is this ok Katsuki?” You said laying your head ontop of his crotch. He nodded eagerly. “Y-yes..” he stuttered. You slid down his boxers revealing his cock. Pretty and pale with a light pink tip smeared with pre, god he was perfect. You took his cock into your hand giving it a few pumps before taking it into your mouth you only reached about halfway yet he was already throwing his head back and gripping onto your hair. It took so much not to just you like a rag doll and push you down farther but he managed for you using the last ounce of respect he had. Your mouth left his dick with a loud pop before you muttered saliva dripping down your chin and eyes lidded. “Just use me katsuki.” You could tell he was getting needier from below.

His eyes widened before he gripped your hair shoving you back down on his cock. Shoving you down till your nose hit his blonde tuff. “Ngh..fuckkk. Your so fucking g-good for me..f-fuck” he said bucking his hips into your mouth, you could tell he was close. You braced your hands on his thighs digging your nails slightly deeper as he used you like some sort of fuck doll. “Fuck..baby- ah fuck I-I’m gonna..g-gonna..” he babbled thrusting impossibly faster. “FUCK!” He said before he shot his load into your mouth and once you pulled off slightly choking he released the rest onto your face and chest. As he rode out his high he started babbling on and on about how good you felt. “B-baby..f-felt so good..need you a-again..” this is was such a different side of katsuki and you were loving it.

You had a cheeky smile worn on your cum covered face as you watched him calm down a bit. When he caught his breath he locked eyes with you and relized the mess he had made of you. “Fuck..sorry I didn’t mean to be too rough” he said taking your jaw into his hand while using his other hand to grab a rag he had next to his drum set for when he gets sweaty. He took it to your face and wiped most of it off. “Heh..it’s ok I liked it, plus..I kinda told you too” you said sheepishly while trying to conceal the slight red tint on your cheeks. He just smiled at you as he wiped your face “yeah well..we’re not done yet pretty” he said tossing the rag to the side as he scooped you up setting you in his lap facing him this time.

You giggled as he sat you in his lap. He smirked slightly before bringing his lips to yours. God everything about you was so intoxicating. He could get drunk just off your lips. He brought his hands from your waist to resting of the fat of your ass squeezing gently. He trailed open mouth kisses down your neck till his got to your collar bone, he pulled away from your skin looking up at you through his soft lashes. “Can I take this off..?” He asked tugging at the hem of your shirt. You smiled softly before nodding and kissing forehead gently. He lifted your shirt off your shoulders leaving you now in just your leggings and black laced bra. “Fuck your gorgeous..” he muttered before groping your breasts gently before unclipping your bra.

When he finally took off your bra you almost thought he was mimicking kaminari when he would go dumb. When he finally snapped out of it he looked up at you with hungry eyes and you could tell somthing changed. “Lift your ass up hon” he said grabbing your ass and gesturing you to hover. Once you did he slid off your leggings and pulled your panties to the side. “Fuck..look at her already soaked for me yeah?” He said swiping a finger through your lips. He took two fingers into his mouth after coating them he brought them to your slit once again his thumb rubbing soft circles while one finger started to prod into your little hole.

Your eyes widend and you gripped his shoulders trying to brace yourself. He slid in another finger moving at quick pace. “Yeah? Does that feel good pretty?” He asked whispering in your ear while you bucked against his fingers. You were too blissed out to answer until he slapped your clit. “I need an answer princess..” he growled. You whined at his mean way to keep you in line but soon you babbled out your praises. “Y-yes..f-feel sooo..” you babbled out trying to answer him but he started to remove his fingers leaving you feeling empty. He wrapped his hand around his cock and brought it to your entrance. “This ok pretty..?” He said looking into your big innocent eyes.

You nodded your head hoping he’d give it to you but he just sat their. “I need an answer pretty, I won’t fuck you unless you tell me it’s ok” he said sternly. You smiled softly before whispering, “y-yes..you can fuck me katsuki..I need you to fuck me.” You said holding onto his hand. He grinned slightly at your words before taking his cock and lining it up with you again. He pushed slowly entering your pussy, he let out a small quiet groan and he was only tip in.

“Oh god k-katsuki..” you moaned out as he layed your body back sprawled out against the drums as he stood up slightly hovering over you as he pushed in farther. Once he was half way in he stayed still for a second trying to give you time to ajust. “Am..am I g-good to move pretty..?” He asked sweat beading down the sides of his face. “Yes please..” you moaned out. He soon started to move at a slow pace before gradually getting faster. He really tried to hold back, to hold onto the last bit of self control he had..but he simply couldn’t not with how your walls were squeezing him so tight, your greedy cunt sucking him in like your life depended on it. Soon he was railing the fuck out of you. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming right back into your greedy cunt.

He was stuffing you full, you felt high almost you could remember how this even started and you didn’t even want to imagine it ending. The way he pounded into your soft hole treating you as you were some time of toy somehow only made you wetter. His grip on your waist was dangerous, you were holding onto the rim of the snare drum trying not to break it, he noticed this and figured you were uncomfortable so he raised you from your back, his dick still digging into you like a dog. He sat you in his lap and thrusted his hips up to meet yours. This position made you feel him a lot deeper causing you to lose yourself in the moment.

“FUCK..oh god..oh my god K-Katsuki! Fuck me baby! Cmon please..p-please don’t stop dadd- K-katsuki..” you babbled out like a slut. You were to caught up in the pleasure of his cock assaulting your cunt you didn’t even notice you were calling him daddy. His eyes widened before he smirked like a devious mf. “Fuck. Call me that again princess..” he said lifting you up off his dick almost all the way before slamming you back down. You moaned out loud due to the overwhelming pressure. “Fuck d-daddy..please” he smirked again and his movements started to get sloppy. “Fuck baby..tell me your close..” he groaned resting his head between your tits.

“Y-yes baby..gonna..gonna CUM” you moaned out bucking your hips to meet his as you had a death grip on his shoulders. “!Cum..cum..cumming” you moaned out as your body shook and trembled over his cock. Soon he whispered “f-fuck where can I cum..” you didn’t even answer you just wrapped your legs around him and trapped against your soaked cunt grinding against him trying to ride it out. His eyes widened as he thrusted hopelessly against your pussy whimpering like a dog. “Yes..yess! Plzplzplz..” he babbled shooting his hot, sticky, load into your cunt. “Fuck baby..” he muttered. your body’s both relaxing into each others touch.

He pulled out his body stuttering due to the overwhelming sensation. He watched his cum spill out of you like a fountain and he couldn’t help but want to pump you full again. But as much as he wanted too..all good things must come to an end. The two of you’s sexy and intimate moment was cut short due to the sound of the back door next to the garage door opening. You forgot you gave the band members keys so they could practice anytime. Their came Ejiro and Sero walking through. Y’all quickly scrambled to get your clothes but y’all knew that they knew.

“HOLY SHIT” cursed Ejiro as sero just started cackling. Katsuki took one of the black drapes that was usually used to cover the drums to cover y’all’s..sticky situation. Bakugos face flushed red as he yelled at the two. “GET TF OUT!” He barked trying to cover the two of you. They stepped out for a bit while y’all got decent and when you did you yelled out “your good now..” you said trying to hide your tone of embarrassment. Katsuki was still sat on the stool as he zipped his pants and fixing his belt his shirt still on the floor though.

“Heh..sorry sero forgot his music here, seems like hall you too were making some of your own..” he snickered as sero tried to mask his laughter. You and katsuki couldn’t even defend yourselfs. Soon they left with their forgotten music before it was just the two of you again.

“Aside from their appearance..I had fun katsuki.” You said behind a soft smile. “Me too pretty..” he said kissing your lips softly before looking around the garage. “Jesus were messy..” he said behind a small chuckle.

[hmsdoodlin]

(24) ‘Official’ messy doodle designs!

☆ Design notes under the cut. ☆

(They’re all the same height without shoes)

Mind

• I originally didn’t know what to do about the jacket because he seems like the type of guy to wear it normally/conventionally. But he looked cooler with it hanging off his shoulders and I got attached so he can be impractical for the sake of fashion

• Blue eyeshadow and bold eyeliner, he’s a DIVA

• Makes it his mission to be taller than Heart at any given moment, loves Demonias and any tall boots. Also prefers to feel taller in general.

• Otherwise pretty basic Mind design, he’s got mechanical hands up to his elbows and a metal neck + voice modulator

• When he gets particularly upset his little hair curl sticks up like an antenna and goes rigid

• Keeps his outfits spotless and without wrinkles

• Sun earring and charm on his belt

(I actually spent a good 30 minutes researching and mulling over who out of Mind and Heart got an earring on their left or right. I can’t remember the reasoning I ended up going with. BUT, because of how they’re worn Heart usually is on the right of Soul in pictures/portraits. Smth smth Mind yearning to be Souls ‘right hand man’ but not being able to fill that imaginary role both physically and metaphorically)

Heart

• Starry hair! I think he has faint sparkles or stars towards the bottom

• Wings always look like shit in cacophony, something about a birds flock usually helping them with molts and preening and having trouble doing it by themselves

• Constantly picks at his eyes so it’s either blood or tears, we’re not quite sure

• The moons on his pants are a bit random but they felt naked so I slapped em on there

• Seems like the type of guy to wear slides, but I can’t draw those so he gets simple sneakers. Thought about him in only socks but I don’t think that’s a good idea when you’re getting into fights and potentially breaking glass on the daily

• When he gets particularly upset his little hair curl gets sharp and makes a pointy heart

• Hoodie is full of stitches

• Moon earring!

Soul

• If you’ve ever played the sims 3 you probably know those slutty knee high boots in CAS, he has those

• Loves to be tall and also thinks big heels are cool

• The red parts on his design are a tad bit glittery/shiny

• Still on the fence about constellations in his design since I don’t know anything about them. I have Orion’s Belt ‘pointing’ at the sun and Corvus floating around the moon.

• Yes that’s the fucking Bill Cipher “William”constellation. It’s only there to torment a good friend of mine because I think it’s funny. Purely an easter egg for the sake of being a menace

• Soul the type of guy to have a bunch of pins and patches on his jacket. Might have to revisit the idea one day (Pins will definitely get rearranged in any future art, maybe he changes it up a bit daily to be silly)

• MASCARA! Pointy eyelashes

[itwdoris]

one of the jjk men pissing on the reader to cool them down when they overheat?

<—- has terrible thermoregulation

-🍓 Anon

oh i actually found it very interesting! but piss is usually also warm/hot, so how about the contrary?

your body hair shivering in the cold, your fingertips as purplish as your nails and your nose burning when you breathe, something about the freezing cold that affects you even indoors, but you don't have to worry, because gojo is right here and he has the perfect solution to warm you up and help you out.

with a needy conversation and a full cock he wins you over in a few, you cuddle up to him more and more in search of warmth, but he doesn't want it that way. pee on you while you're hugging?

no, it would be too boring.

satoru he works to make it good, he knows it's damn cold so he takes you into the bathroom, turning on the tap so that the hot water fills up the bathtub and you can get comfortable there, he waits for you to take off your clothes and kneel there, just for him, waiting.

you can obviously see the smirk on his face, even when he bites his lips as he sticks out his cock, a weak sigh as he approaches. you shiver not only from the cold, but also from the water lapping at your thighs as he tries to choose a target to aim at. your chest? maybe mouth, what about your pretty face, hm?

but it doesn't take that long, because soon he's sighing relieved and the hot liquid is splashing against your face, dripping down your skin, down your body until it meets the water in the bathtub. gojo doesn't look away for another second, his eyelids almost heavy as he watches you look so beautiful being drenched in his piss.

and for you it's good, it's wonderful, the heat that fills your skin and drips, the taste invading your mouth. he plays, aiming alternatively, making a bit of a mess but it's all good, because he's warming you up.

he's helping, isn't he?

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i wrote this and then i understood the ask, like using pee to put out a fire.... forgive me.....

anyway, strawberry your asks are so good!!! ( and sorry im very late but pls dw ill do it! ) i hope you like this one =( <3

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

pre hotel battle and vaggie wants to round out her gf's stat blocks just a LITTLE bit more

Vaggie: “Okay sweetie, big battle for our lives and hotel coming up.”

Charlie: “Which we are going to WIN and NOT DIE in!”

Vaggie: “Right. First battle you’ve ever been in?”

Charlie: “Technically, yes.”

Vaggie: “Still not vibing with an actual weapon?”

Charlie: “They’re all so…. Pointy and mean looking…?”

Vaggie: “So we’re sticking with the shield plan for you.”

Charlie: “I drew up some designs for one! LOOK! WINGS!!!”

Vaggie: “Really, very cute babe, it’ll look great on you. Very cool thing for any murder angels to smack face first into.”

Charlie: “Thank you!”

Vaggie: “But I’ve been thinking… well no, I’ve been having nightmares-”

Charlie: “OH NO!!!”

Vaggie: “-and if you wanna help with that, maybe you could have, like, just one kinda attack thing?”

Charlie: “Oh.”

Vaggie: “One trick up your sleeve, Charlie. That’s all I’m asking.”

Charlie: “I… I guess… if you’re worried, then…”

Charlie: “…I could… try doing the demon thing… a little…?”

Vaggie: “No you hate that.”

Charlie: (HUGE SIGH) “Okay good! WHEW. So what’s the OTHER attack thing idea??”

Vaggie: “You do have a little of the carnival magic stuff, yeah? Like your dad?”

Charlie: “Oh I love that stuff! YES!”

Vaggie: “I was thinking maybe you could do fireworks.”

Charlie: “FUN!”

Vaggie: “And explode people with them.”

Charlie: “HORRIFYING!!!”

Vaggie: “I know. I know but- just a little, sweetie? For me?”

Charlie: “Explode them, Vaggie? Into, pieces!?”

Vaggie: “I’m picturing globs and chunks actually.”

Charlie: “Vaggie!”

Vaggie: “Sorry, look-” (takes gf’s hands)

Vaggie: “This is gonna be a real battle with a lot of stuff happening. Lots of people. Lots of yelling and people running around. We’re probably gonna get separated at some point-”

Charlie: “No. You’re staying right next to me.”

Vaggie: “Charlie I swear I’m gonna try to, but that's not how big mob fights work out.”

Charlie: “We can MAKE it work like that THIS time!”

Vaggie: “Listen. I really, really want to go into this knowing you’ve got something for crowd control, alright? If a dozen angels swoop down on you and I’m not right there, I wanna know you can give yourself enough breathing space to keep that shield between you and them.”

Charlie: “But- you WILL be there-”

Vaggie: “One hit. That’s all it takes. For me and for them both, and you- please.” (squeezes hands) “They want to kill you. And they can. And they’re gonna try to.”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “… I don’t want, to hurt people.”

Vaggie: “A shield to the face hurts.”

Charlie: “Okay fine- I don’t want to KILL people! Or even get close!”

Vaggie: “That’s fine, that’s the world we’re aiming for.”

Charlie: “But it’s not good enough right now though, is it.”

Vaggie: “… maybe it is.”

Charlie: “You just said…”

Vaggie: “Fuck what I said, you don’t need to detonate anyone for crowd control. You can do lights, right?”

Charlie: “Yes?”

Vaggie: “Bright and flashy ones?”

Charlie: “Obviously, those are the best kinds-”

Vaggie: “So try flashing people.”

Charlie: “Flashing?? Wh- IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE???”

Vaggie: “-blinding, blinding I meant blind them with flashing lights, get them to back off.”

Charlie: “Oh!”

Vaggie: “That a doable thing?”

Charlie: “Yes VERY doable! Like a really amazing sparkler!”

Vaggie: “And they wouldn’t be dead, they just wouldn’t be able to see enough to attack you.”

Charlie: “It wouldn’t even really HURT THEM even!”

Vaggie: “Sure. Unless they trip or fly into something.”

Charlie: “And you’d feel better???”

Vaggie: “Much, much better.”

Charlie: “Enough to sleep?”

Vaggie: “When you’re not keeping me up half the night with kisses, yeah. I think so.”

Charlie: “I’LL DO IT! I’ll practice weaponizing pretty sparkles!”

Vaggie: “Thanks, babe.”

Charlie: “What battle weapon-y things should I be practicing with them, in practice?”

Vaggie: “Uhhh make it a reflex, fine tune your aim…”

Charlie: “Fun!”

Vaggie: “Figuring out how to not blind everyone else too would be good.”

Charlie: “That’s a good point, hmm-”

Charlie: “-Ohhhhh I could make the lights SMALL. Very small, so they don’t do much on their own- then only someone who’s super close and I’m aiming for and who gets a face FULL of them would really be blinded!”

Vaggie: “You’re so smart.”  

Charlie: “OH MY GOSH I COULD THROW GLITTER BOMBS!”

Vaggie: “That honestly sounds terrifying. I love it.”

Charlie: “HEHEHHEHEH.”

Charlie: (smooches her)

Charlie: “We’ll stay together in the fight so you can have front row seats to the light show, okay?”

Vaggie: "... we can try to..."

Charlie: "Will. We will stay together."

Vaggie: “… and, you’ll practice hard until then.”

Charlie: “I will!”

Vaggie: (lets out breath) “Then we’ll be okay. And also sparkly.”

Charlie: “Same thing~”

[laserbobcat]

how does your narinder feel about aym and baal? Does he care for them? Does he pretend he doesn’t? How do they feel about him? also, love the baby lamb comic. The way you drew nari going eldritch is very cool.

Aw thanks! Making that comic was a lot of work cause I'm not used to do that. I'm glad people like it.

Narinder sees Aym and Baal as servants. There's a master student relationship, and they have mutual respect. But he does not overthink their bond. He's too busy being pissed and plotting. Until he's out in the world, walking around under the sun. And start secretly thinking about them pretty often. Wondering how they are doing.

Lambie finds a way to get both of them in the cult before freeing Heket. They think maybe having his two guardians back will make him feel less cornered by his siblings being brought into his new territory. He started to actually chill in the cult before, and Lambie wants that to continue.

Narinder acts distant at first. Do whatever you want I'm not your master anymore. Tells the Lamb to do whatever they want with the brothers. So Lambie orders them to stick to him like glue. Which they do. It's a fun sight, this formerly serious and stern duo of warrior cats getting curious and happy at simple things like fishing, clawing at tree bark or interacting with people and listening intently. They quickly fall back into the master-student relationship, but this time it's about how to reel a big fish or avoiding annoying followers. Narinder doesn't know that much more compared to them since he's only been there for a year, and the relationship end up loosening into something more like a friend-family bond. While the twins have more or less figured Narinder out since forever, he on the contrary is surprised by their personality unfolding.

Baal is soft and calm but very social and (sleeps around a lot when he understands that he's hot actually) and Aym is extremely curious with a sharp tongue and a bit of a short temper.

[quibbs126]

Okay, I have…a design for Lux here

Honestly, it still isn’t the best. Probably on me for spending all of today trying to make a design that worked and not taking more time

Probably should have also colored those practice sketches of Megatron and Optimus, and maybe drawn more of them too, probably would have helped in the long run, as well as let me figure out their colors again since it has apparently been a long time since I drew them

But oh well, I have something, so at least now I can tell you about Lux herself

These are the other previous sketches relating to her by the way, just for posterity’s sake

I thought giving her this younger design based on the cogless bots would have been easier than working out her adult, alt mode based design, since the cogless bots don’t have alt modes. But the problem is, their frames are still based on parts of their alt mode, just not to any extent that it’s actual kibble, just alluding to it, if that makes sense. So you know, I had to have an idea of how her normal frame looks. Which I didn’t. So it was harder than I wanted it to be, and this is what I got in the end

I need to figure out a proper full design for her I think. I still have TFA and TFE Megatron for my inspirations, along with some copters, I just need to figure out how to put them all together

She very much looks like a D-16 painted blue like this, but whatevs

Her trapezoid and arm circles are supposed to be the few references to her alt mode I have, that being her front with the trapezoid, and potentially where her propellers go on her body. I don’t actually know where to put them realistically, but I think it’d be cool if she could use them like blades in combat

For now, I think I’m sticking with that blue, grey and black color scheme for her, and the yellow eyes work fine

Design’s serviceable enough for now, but needs work I think

But anyways, on to the real thing I wanted to discuss here, her lore. Or I suppose more accurately, her relationship with Megatron, since that’s most of what I have on her honestly

Okay, so first off, Megatron was the one to carry her, which I’m noticing is a running theme of mine. Now I’m not sure when exactly he would have been sparked, but let’s say for the sake of things, between getting their T-cogs and meeting the High Guard. The main thing is that this would have been just before Orion and D-16 fell out and Megatron was banished

Some weeks or so after, particularly during moments where he’s feeling incredibly distraught over everything that happened and feels incredibly isolated, Megatron started to feel something else around his spark. He couldn’t quite place what it was, it was too vague and small to be able to tell, like a very faint pulse on his spark, but something about it gave him comfort, while giving it back to the strange feeling. He wasn’t sure what this thing was, but he figured he either made it up as a coping mechanism, or it might be because the cog he had used to belong to someone else, and it was affecting him weirdly. But he didn’t really tell anyone, since he didn’t want to admit it made him feel better like some immature child, and again, he didn’t think it was anything important. He just considered it the “little light” on his spark

Only to find out much later, on complete accident, that that “light” he was feeling was in fact, a sparkling. His and Orion’s at that. No one knew he was carrying, pretty much because he had grown too big for it to make a noticeable impact on his body (and anything that did was assumed because of his enormous rapid growth spurt), and because also no one was looking for it. But one accident a bit too damaging led to him needing a full body scan for all his injuries, and a close to fully formed sparklet was revealed to be in his forge

And unfortunately because of how late anyone found it, as well as the fact that the Decepticons are very lacking in proper medical equipment, Megatron pretty much has to carry the thing to term now, much to his frustration. I needed a reason for him to not deletus that fetus. He hates the idea of this at first, hating Orion/Optimus for putting him in this situation, hating the High Guard for being ignorant enough to have not found this sooner when he could have gotten rid of it (which they kind of have to concede the point there), and hating the universe for this fate

But he does eventually start to come around more to the idea, particularly when he realizes that this sparkling was the same thing that’s been giving him comfort in these turbulent times, and when it comes to mind that this is the last thing he has of Orion, not really choosing to see Optimus as Orion, just who came back after his death. The best idea the Decepticons had for what to do with the sparkling after it was born was to just send it to Iacon, making the Prime deal with his mistake, but Megatron grew more and more hesitant of the idea

And then when the day came that the sparkling was born, he was more conflicted than ever, now that he could actually hold it in his hands and see her for himself. While he didn’t give an answer at first as to whether he wanted to get rid of her, he eventually decided that he indeed wanted to keep her, naming her Lux

It wasn’t the ideal option for the Decepticons, sending her to Iacon would have been the best choice, but during the time before the sparkling was born, they figured that since they no longer had an Energon shortage and weren’t being hunted down, it wasn’t impossible for them to care for a sparkling should that be the decision, though the lack of medical supplies would be a worry

But basically after Lux was born, plenty of the Decepticons pitched in to try and help Megatron with her, since he’s their very young leader and now single parent, and again, kind of their fault for not noticing. Also they haven’t seen a sparkling in ages and she’s cute. Thundercracker happens to be her favorite babysitter. Soundwave is another top tier babysitter, but she just likes him more

This is also what gets Megatron to finally properly start opening up and trusting the High Guard, since he knows he can’t take care of Lux all by himself, especially since he knows very little about sparklings. And if they can be proven trusted with her, maybe he can trust them with other things as well

But one other thing, Megatron does not tell Optimus that Lux exists whatsoever, and he doesn’t want him to know. Part of it is to spite Optimus, excluding him from something he too would probably find so precious. But another part that progressively grows bigger is fear; the fear that if he knew, he would take Lux away from Megatron, never to see her again

While part of it is paranoia, it’s not entirely unreasonable either. Optimus lives in a giant city while Megatron lives out in the wild, Optimus has access to everything she might need or want, Megatron and the High Guard are essentially criminals and could be considered dangerous to a young sparkling, and Optimus is the Prime and ruler of Iacon. Even if he might have the decency to consider letting Megatron keep his sparkling, someone else in Iacon might try to fight for Lux to stay in Iacon instead, possibly even taking matters into their own hands. So he won’t tell Optimus, for as long as he possibly can

Megatron does genuinely care for and love Lux, but he’s also not the best parent either. He’s a bit emotionally dependent on her, with her being that last bit of Orion, and someone who unconditionally loves him, and it does feed a bit into his fear of her being taken from him; he also doesn’t really want her to leave. It may be something he eventually learns to grow out of, as it’s really not healthy for either of them, but it could also not. But at least for now, this dependency isn’t too egregious, nor is it something Lux takes notice of, or something the other Decepticons warn Megatron about

I suppose I should actually get into Lux herself. Though to be honest, I don’t have a lot on her anyways, outside of her backstory

I do have that she’s generally a cheery little bot, and she really likes the surface, particularly the animals up there. Thundercracker is her favorite guy, outside of her carrier, and them both being blue possibly has something to do with it. She’s also probably a little too okay with violence for someone her age, due to the company she finds herself in. They may be her responsible guardians, but they’re definitely teaching her ways to kill

She also has this thing of, if she does not understand why a rule exists, she does not listen to it. It made the first few cycles with her very difficult, and a testament to Megatron that she really was Orion’s sparkling. She has a habit of sneaking out a lot, though usually it’s just to watch animals or something harmless

Though this could extend to her being prohibited from ever going to or near Iacon. She may not go now, accepting the explanation that dangerous enemies live there, but that explanation may not hold up the longer she observes it, and she may one day decide the rule’s worth breaking. But will she go to Iacon and what chaos will ensue if she does? I don’t know

I mean I imagine at some point Optimus eventually learns of Lux’s existence, I just don’t know the specific circumstances as to how yet, or when. She could sneak into Iacon as a child, it could be a Quintesson attack mixed with a Decepticon encounter that weeds her out via Megatron trying to protect her, it could be Airachnid kidnapping her, or they don’t encounter until she’s properly grown. I’m not sure yet

But yeah, I think that’s all I have on her lore for now, and honestly it’s getting pretty late, so I should probably just end things here

She needs more working, but I have a lot about Lux, so I just needed to share

[just-an-enby-lemon]

"The kid seems scared.

Tip had always been a little nervous. Or at least that was the reality when the two had met.

It was fairly obvious for everyone that met them that the child had not been treated well by their formar guardian and in a way that Elphaba sadly recognized still seemed to afraid of facing the same pain and rejection again.

Still lately the kid seemed more relaxed and open, treating her with the same easiness and earnest they did Jack. More determined to learn than eager to please. Following her around with questions and vibrating with excitement as she turned wooden sticks into dolls and toy swords alike. It made her think of Nessa in a very bittersweet way.

She failed her sister and she would not allow herself to fail another young person she became responsable for.

That's to say Tip's strange turn to the same scared kid she met soon after leaving her behind and being declared and enemy of Oz scared her.

"Miss Elphaba, I have something very serius to tell you."

Maybe they want to leave. They are not in fact different in the same way Elphaba is. Tip is a normal if deeply magical child who just ended up in the care of a horrible woman. Being her aprenticce is actually the only thing turning them into a dangerous and hated figure.

"I understand."

The kid takes a deep breath. Elphaba tries to think on the best words to explain that of course they can leave if they want to and that they can take as many provisions as they need. Tip will never again be a prisioner.

"I don't think I am a boy? Wait no. I know I'm not a boy. Like the idea of it is still a bit scary because it seems like it will be a big deal but I'm fairly sure I'm a girl actually. I just never though about it before but Jack called me she accidentaly and it just makes sense. I am still the same Tip and please let me keep being your aprentice." She says in a single breath.

"What?"

The girl looked scared. "I'm a girl." She says. Than in a smaller voice. "I can try to be a boy if you want?" It does not appear to be something she wants and the fact she still sugests it breaks Elphaba's heart a little.

"Oh! Oh. No, no, that's fine. Do you want to be called something else?"

Her eyes go huge and she stops deep in thought before answring.

"Uh. I guess so, but I'm still thinking on it. I don't mind Tip for now."

"Okay, tell me when it changes?"

"Will do."

"Anything else?"

Tip looks a bit shy for half a second before a excited smile covers her face. "Could you let me borrow a dress?"

Elphaba laughts.

"You are too tiny for my dresses, kid. But I can help you magic one for yourself. "

Her eyes shine. "Cool!"

[...]

"Morrible says you'll marry some prince soon." Dorothy says making a face.

"I don't see why you are soo distraught, my dear, I'm pretty sure she'll find me a great prince." Glinda says with false cheer.

"I doubt it. Princes are all very dull."

"Met many princes did you?" She jokes lightly, trying to find a way to change the subject. She loves the kid dearly and for all it's bleak consequences will always be glad the tornado ended up bringing the girl into her life but she would preffer not to discuss those subjects. Specially not in her own bedroom in a rare moment of relaxation.

"Well no." The girl pouts. "But most boys are dull and I can't imagine liking to marry even the ones that aren't. I guess I just thought you were the same? I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. And I sure hope marriage is unimaginable for you, you are way to young for it."

The girl smiles a tiny bit before frowning.

"I can imagine myself marrying a girl one day."

"Oh!" Is all Glinda says.

"I told Aunt Em once she told me to never say it again, she told me I was too young. But I'm ten now and I feel the same. " Dorothy rarely talks about home, sometimes Glinda tricks herself into beliving it is because her the kid just loves Oz better, that she forgot all about it, but she knows deep down that Dorothy will always miss Kansas, always miss her uncle and aunt and Toto, she just accepted home as a place she'll never return to. In the good days Glinda knows Dorothy would also miss Oz, would miss her munchkin friends and mostly would miss being Glinda's apprentice. In the better days she thinks about bringing Dorothy's family here. After all Kansas always seems sad and hungry. "Girls don't marry each other in Kansas." She continues. "But I though maybe they did here. "

"I think they do everywhere, Dorothy, is just some people pretend they don't because the different scares them."

"Like the Wizard and the animals?"

Glinda had only recently convinced Dorothy to only speak her very dangerous beliefs on the Wizard in private and even there she sometimes corrected the kid. But right now it felt too much like liying to Elphaba she couldn't do it, not when she knew Dorothy to be right.

"Yeah. Just like that."

And after a second she adds.

"Between us, I would also like to marry a woman".

Dorothy smiles, just a little bit.

[...]

She knows she should not be here.

But it's fun, she likes the dancing and the food and the small chance of going back home with something that can actually help Elphie. Maybe a magical item or even just some usefull information.

Besides the girl she is talking to is very pretty and fun and smart and she is not open about it but she's definitivaly not the biggest fan of the Wizard either. Oh and a great dancer.

"I'm sorry" the girl says "but I think I did not catch your name?"

Now it's the moment to say something clever like 'i never gave it to you' or maybe just invent some fake name. She can't say her name. It's too easy of a conection to make. But she doesn't need to lie. After all it was never really her name. And she has a name now. Has had it for days and just keept it a secret in some weird form of fear. But it felt like time. She would tell it to Elphie and Jack when she went back.

"Ozma. I'm Ozma. What's yours?"

[...]

Dorothy had never had so much fun at a party before. Her new friend was the most beutifull girl she ever met and the funniest and cleverest and it had never felt so easy to talk to someone before. In fact the only thing Ozma didn't appear to be was a good dancer but Glinda had teached Dorothy well and she found herself leading the other girl steps into the best dance she ever had.

She noticed Ozma did not gave any surname but it was not her place to pry. She just hoped to mert the girl again.

"Dorothy." She says and takes the hand. For a second she considers continuing in the way she was instructed to (Dorothy Upland at your pleasure and a kiss to the hand) but while she loves Glinda that's not really her. And she somehow trusts Ozma enough to be honest. "Dorothy Gale." She shakes the hand just like Uncle Henry used to.

[nyoomfruits]

anyway. that was a lot. here's lando and oscar being insane about bracelets in the summer fest fic

Lando stops at a small store selling handmade jewelry, propping his crutches up just so, so he can admire some of the bracelets that are on display.

“Those are pretty,” Oscar says, appearing next to him, looking over his shoulder. “I like the one with the shells.”

“They all have shells,” Lando says, looking up at him. Because of their positions, their faces are suddenly unexpectedly close, and Lando can see the soft flush on Oscar’s cheek, the delicate flutter of his eyelashes.

“Well, then I like them all,” Oscar says, with a shrug. “Are you getting one?”

“Maybe,” Lando says. “I like collecting bracelets on vacation or when something’s special has happened,” he continues, holding up his own bracelet riddled wrist. “So I can just look down when I feel sad and remember all the cool shit I did.”

“That’s nice,” Oscar says. “I like that.”

“You should consider it,” Lando says. “It’s really fun. Wait, here, I’ll get you one.” He riffles through the bracelets, finds one with soft, earthy colors and pretty little shells that remind him of Oscar a little bit, and holds it up. “Perfect. Now you can start your own collection.” Before Oscar can argue, Lando picks an orange-y sunset colored one for himself, and then heads to the check out to pay.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Oscar says, when they’re standing outside again, hidden from the sun under a little canopy, so Lando can put his newly acquired bracelet on.

“Nonsense,” Lando says. “You’ve already done so much for me this week, just see it as a thank you, yeah?” He adds, grabbing Oscar’s wrist and slipping the bracelet on. His fingers brush against Oscar’s warm, slightly sweaty skin, and Oscar breathes in sharply, like the movement startles him.

He ties the ends of the bracelet together carefully, and then grabs Oscar’s hand, laces their fingers and holds it up so Oscar can see. “See, perfect! And now every time you feel sad you can just look down and remember this awesome trip we went on that I definitely didn’t ruin for you.”

Oscar frowns at him. “You didn’t ruin anything,” he says.

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” Lando says, raising a playful eyebrow and sticking out his wrist so Oscar can tie his bracelet too, desperately trying to keep it light.

Oscar takes his wrist, but doesn’t tie the bracelet, just looks at Lando rather intently. “Lando, you aren’t ruining my trip. I’m genuinely having a lot of fun and I really like spending time with you.”

“Right,” Lando says, feeling a little hot, all of a sudden, and he’s not sure if it’s the sun, or the way Oscar’s looking at him. There’s just something very intense about Oscar’s gaze, the way he’s holding Lando’s wrist so gently yet firmly. The way the rays of the sun that are creeping through the canopy light up his face like some kind of halo. “That’s. I know that. I’m having fun too. With you.”

“Good,” Oscar says, and then finally, finally concedes eye contact and ties the bracelet around Lando’s wrist.

When he lets go, there’s a split second where Lando misses the contact. And then he tells himself not to be ridiculous, and slips his arms into his crutches again. “Alright, on y va, isn’t that what the French say?”

Oscar laughs, doubles over a little, shakes his head fondly. “Yeah,” he says, smiling so softly at Lando Lando actually has to look away. “On y va.”

[rip2mycarradio]

do stuff about going to a soccer game with louis LITTLE CUTE LITTEL DATEEE

as you wish :)

FALLINGFORYOU .

basically louis takes you to a soccer game and it rains lol also some suggestive content ;)

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he’d been talking about the match all week.

“babe, i’m tellin’ you, this one’s gonna be sick. proper rivalry, insane tackles, swearing at the refs—real romantic, right?” he’d grinned, tossing an arm around your shoulders as you walked through the stadium gates, already buzzing with life. he’d insisted on getting you both matching scarves, even though his was clearly older and frayed and “luckier than yours ever will be.”

the stands were packed and loud, a sea of fans shouting and singing and stomping. louis looked completely at home—grinning, eyes wild, muttering things like “oi, watch him dive—bloody dramatic little muppet,” and yelling at the field like they could actually hear him. every time something big happened, he’d turn to you wide-eyed, grabbing your arm or your knee like “did you see that? tell me you saw that, c’mon!”

and you weren’t even sure if you liked football—but you loved him like this. loud, scruffy, alive.

around halftime, he muttered something about needing a smoke and kissed your cheek before slipping out to the edge of the stadium. you followed a few minutes later, just in time to see the sky rip open—thunder growling somewhere overhead, followed by a sudden, torrential downpour.

“oh, you’ve gotta be kidding,” louis groaned, shoulders hunching up as rain soaked through his shirt almost instantly. his cigarette hung forgotten between two fingers, dripping wet. “fuckin’ england.”

you couldn’t help but laugh—fully, loudly—as you stepped into the downpour beside him, your hair already sticking to your forehead. “you’re so dramatic.”

“dramatic? i’m soaked to my fookin’ bones, love,” he shot back, but there was no real bite in his voice—just that boyish grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth no matter how annoyed he claimed to be.

you reached up and wiped some rain from his cheek, your fingers lingering a second longer than they needed to. he blinked at you—lashes clumped, raindrops trailing down his jaw—and something shifted in the air. slower. quieter.

“you’re lookin’ at me like that for a reason?” he asked, softer now, his voice nearly drowned out by the rain.

“maybe,” you murmured, stepping in just a bit closer.

he didn’t wait for another cue. one second he was smirking, the next his hands were on your waist, and his mouth was on yours—hot and urgent and wet in the best kind of way. you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes to pull him closer, rain dripping from your chin as you kissed him like you meant it. like the crowd and the cold and the soaked scarf didn’t exist.

“kissing me in the rain?” he murmured against your lips between breaths, forehead pressed to yours. “you tryna make this a rom-com or what?”

you just smiled. “maybe.”

he kissed you again anyway.

by the time you pulled away from him, both of you were shivering and soaked through—clothes clinging to skin, hair dripping into your eyes, breath fogging up the cool night air between kisses. louis looked at you, eyes all stormy and wild, and then laughed softly, like he couldn’t quite believe it.

“c’mon,” he muttered, lacing his fingers through yours and tugging you toward the car. “you’re gonna catch your death standin’ here lookin’ that pretty.”

you both half-ran, half-tripped across the parking lot, puddles splashing under your boots. louis fumbled with the keys, swearing under his breath, and finally threw open the passenger side door with a groan. “get in, get in, hurry—.”

the moment you were inside and the doors slammed shut behind you, it was quiet—save for the rhythmic drumming of rain on the roof. everything felt still. your soaked clothes clung to your skin, heavy with water, and your chest still heaved from the run and the kiss and everything in between.

louis leaned his head back against the seat, drenched and flushed, strands of wet hair curling against his forehead. he looked at you, then gave you that look—eyebrows raised, lips parted, daring you.

“what?” you asked, breathless.

“nothin’. you just…” he trailed off, dragging his eyes over you slowly, “look ridiculous. soaked. and hot. s’not fair.”

you climbed over the center console before you could talk yourself out of it, straddling him in the passenger seat, your knees bracketing his thighs. his hands immediately found your waist, like it was second nature, and his fingers dug into the damp fabric of your shirt as you sank down onto him.

“oh, jesus,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “you tryna kill me tonight, love?”

you leaned in, lips brushing his, teasing. “what if i am?”

he kissed you again—harder this time. wetter. his hands slipped down your back, gripping your hips, your thighs, everywhere he could reach. you were both soaked and laughing between kisses, teeth clashing a little, breath hitching. his tongue met yours with a groan, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to savor it. one hand slid lower, over your soaked jeans, squeezing your ass with a smirk against your mouth.

“this is so stupid,” you muttered, smiling through the heat.

“yeah,” he agreed, voice rough. “but you’re on top of me and we’re makin’ out in the rain, so… don’t stop, yeah?”

and you didn’t.

[samubytheocean]

Osamu body heat hcs

Osamu radiates so much body heat and he’s kind of self conscious about it, especially in the summer. He hesitates to pull you into his arms, because he himself already is burning. He sweats buckets, and it’s a little different from Atsumu because whereas his twin kind of forgets about the fact that he is drenched with sweat, Osamu will visibly be in a bad mood until he is able to take a shower.

He won’t give you hugs after working out, because he doesn’t want you to get uncomfortable. Doesn’t smell bad, because he’s so up in his head about it and does his best to take care of himself, but definitely thinks that he does. I feel like his big hands will be burning, not very sweaty, pretty dry and rough even, but like searing hot to the point he flinches when he touches your relatively cool skin. Builds the habit of randomly placing his hands on the back of your nape when you have your hair up or something, just to mess with you.

All that being said, you bet he’s the best human heater in the winter. Definitely the type of guy who will kick off the covers at night, unconsciously of course, then proceed to crawl on top of you in his sleep when you whine that it’s literally freezing. Also the type to handle cold really well but does terrible with heat. Doesn’t like his hair sticking to his face with sweat, that’s one of the reasons why he liked volleyball so much, because it’s an indoor sport and there’s always ac on.

He will absolutely drive you insane about how he is so fixed on not wearing a coat or a jacket in the middle of winter. He already has a sweater on, and yes it took much convincing to put that on as well because he claimed that his hoodie would be just enough. Also he would take it off, even in a snowstorm, with just the thinnest shirt underneath, if you said you were cold. Not even trying to be a gentleman for you. Just takes it off and puts it on you, asks you if it smells okay, smirks a little at you blinking at him so puzzled about how the hell is this guy not freezing to death, rubs your cheek and say that the sweater seems a little big on you. and proceeds whatever he was doing, in just a shirt, in the middle of December.

Says it was getting hot anyway in the most dead pan face ever, you can’t tell if he’s being ironic. (He really isn’t, and he’s acting even more satire just to mess with you.) What makes you so messed up is that he does not get sick. In any shape or form, it’s pretty impossible for him to catch a cold. He does get migraines when he’s outside for too long, but pretends to not have them just to prove that he does not need another layer. Menace.

Works well for you in some ways in the summer though. Would refuse to put on clothes in the house. Just boxers, and maybe basketball shorts if you’re begging. Maybe. Would argue that he’s doing you a favor, giving you some smexy show for nothing, and yeah you do appreciate the sculpted back and thigh muscles maxed out now with those delicious little bits of fat on full display, only if he wasn’t a complete jerk with the ac settings.

Yeah definitely seems like the guy to unironically hide the controller and actually sulk when you turn the settings down. (Atsumu comes in again here. Anyone with siblings knows what it’s like with the ac settings. Old habits.) It’s always freezing at your house, especially if you come back from work you swear that he is the main reason for global warming (affectionate). He really does try for you, turning it a little higher few minutes before you get home, but secretly loves the way your small frame scrunches up from the chills and huddles up to him, body sticking to him for some warmth. He has always hated how he radiated so much heat, but with your bickering and cuddles, he’s beginning to think that maybe, it was like that all along for a sweet reason. (he’s annoying but he adores u)

[ladyloveandjustice]

I am getting extremely nostalgic and would like to collect all my favorite Steph and Cass friendship moments in a post.

I mean why not, that way I can look at them whenever I get nostalgic again.

This is pretty much the moment they became bffs. They'd been hanging out before then and having fun, but it's such a good moment. Cass was expecting that this was when Stephanie would throw in the towel. She knew this experience would be humiliating for Steph, maybe even scary, and just sort of depressing and short lived for Cass and it would lead to Steph not wanting to hang out anymore.

What Cass didn't realize is Stephanie Brown doesn't EVER give up. She literally vomits from fighting so hard and is like "cool let's do this again". She's outclassed, whatever, big deal, isn't she always. It doesn't intimidate her or get her down for a second. Cass realized she can be herself around Stephanie, and Stephanie would never be scared.

This page will always stick with me because it really is like that sometimes. Sometimes you need to laugh about this shit.

Cass was used to people reacting to what she'd been through with pity, discomfort, fear...but Steph just treats her exactly the same. She's not uncomfortable at all. They help each other laugh about the shitty things that have happened to them. This is definitely the first time Cass was able to laugh about her trauma, and it must have been so cathartic for both of them. Steph was seriously down about her Dad but now she's bonding with her friend.

Going back a little earlier just to say Cass is such a little shit and I love her. And she's able to fully unleash this side of herself around Stephanie.

Even before they bonded, Steph REALLY looked up to Cass, like she thought she was so cool and talented. And hallucinated her to motivate herself (it was more like a metaphor) which is very funny foreshadowing to Cass' future of hallucinating her.

(She's so sad that Cass doesn't talk to her :( it's ok you'll convert her)

(She's so sad that Cass doesn't talk to her :( it's ok you'll convert her)

She also just. really wants Cass to tell her she's good at superheroing. That she did a good job.

What's kind of tragic is Cass had trouble believing with Steph and telling her she did well when it came to her abilities, and we never got to see that fully resolved. It's something I would have loved to see explored more, if they hadn't exiled Cass after Steph became Batgirl and then fuckin' erased them both from continuity for a long while, but I'll get to that later.

BUT:

Cass is so clearly annoyed at Bruce here it's incredible, she doesnt get annoyed with him that often, especially compared to other members of the batfamily, but she really is like "fuck off Dad that's my bff" here.

Also "you have become...friendly" sounds like Bruce is implying something and having a homophobia moment but I think he actually just genuinely doesn't understand the concept of friends in this era of his characterization.

The last bit is the one of the most suggestive Steph Cass panels of all time. I fully understand why it launched a ship even if as I've said it's (surprisingly given my usual ever present lesbian/yuri goggles) (yuri goggles just sounds better ok) not something that matters to me! I just want them to live together and go on adventures forever I don't care about the rest. But I appreciate this panel still. Like wow Steph.

So Cass defies Batman's orders!!! And this issue is just so cute. First of all, Steph finally wins at rooftop tag using Cass's compassion against her.

Cass is having such a good time too. Never has a girl been so happy to be tackle kicked.

Steph being like "hell yeah I fucked first" is so funny of her. But another point where they're just able to be there for each other and comfort each other about their dads. And I will never forgive this era's version of Bruce for firing her shortly after her dad died, not replying when Steph asked if he didn't trust her because of her dad, and even rubbing his death in her fucking face saying "sorry about your dad" right after he fired her" fuck offfff

But friendship isn't about no drama. When Steph panics and get in trouble in her attempt to save Cass (like honestly she was distracted by being happy you were alive Cass!) Cass decides she agrees with Bruce. This makes sense from Cass' side of things, she has a VERY strict and high standard for competence and Steph is just so far from her in terms of skill and temperament I think she doesn't really get that 'made a mistake' doesn't equal 'helpless and hopeless and can't get better".

She's always been a prodigy, and surrounded by prodigies, so dealing with someone who does have to struggle so much isn't something she's used to. And she's always very honest and blunt about her feelings. Above all, she is genuinely worried for Steph. She doesn't want her to get hurt.

And Steph is of course heartbroken that even her best friend agrees. That someone she looks up to so much and whose support means so much to her doesn't believe in her as a superhero. She really lashes out here, Cass hurt her so she says what she know will hurt her back, denying that Bruce is Cass's dad. She knows how much this hurts because she knows Cass wishes she had a "good" dad much like she herself does.

I don't think Steph ever exactly wanted a father figure from Bruce is a simplistic sort of sense, and she was all too willing to not listen and to tell him to fuck off when he told her she wasn't good enough...but some part of her was very desperate for his approval deep down, because Batman was her hero when she was little, the one who put her dad in jail so he couldn't ruin her and her Mom's lives anymore. Getting Batman's approval, support, even affection means proof she's not like her dad, the ultimate victory over him.

But she is very aware Cass thinks of Bruce that way, and she also knows the desperation she feels for his pride and support because she feels it too. So she tries to make Cass feel as bad as Cass made her feel.

The next time they reunite after this is when Steph's Robin, and both basically forgive each other without discussing their fight, because Steph is finally starting to get that approval she craves, and Cass is so happy to see her get it.

Also, Steph saves Cass here, showing how far she's come as a hero!

Steph's so happy :( and once again implying Batman's seal of approval is something she craves because it proves to her she's not like her Dad. And importantly, Cass is super happy for her too. Look at that smile.

They make a good team who can cover for each other's weaknesses in this issue. Cass doesn't know how to calm down a scared little girl and is overwhelmed, but Stephanie calms her down.

And when Steph loses her temper, Cass is able to bring her out of it.

WE COULD HAVE HAD MORE OF THIS. WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL.

And then we get this heartbreaking moment:

Steph is SO protective of kids and so clearly doesn't want anyone to go through she did. My girl.

BUT WAIT. WE HAVE ANOTHER BATGIRL ROBIN TEAMUP. This one is less well known, it was written after Steph's death, it was from Solo #10 by Damion Scott.

Steph is meeting up with Cass for a training session when she's targeted by a shooter. Cass shows up to rescue her, but then she ends up needing rescuing herself.

WWBD? Like Cass is so obviously the hero Steph admires the most, probably more than Batman, which is so valid of her. It makes sense, like what do Bruce and Tim matter when you've got Cass.

(There's a misprint in the fouth panel where what is clearly meant to be Cass' speech bubble (the second one) comes from Steph instead)

Anyway. unlike last time this happened, Steph actually manages to save Cass! AND she gets much needed validation from her! Cass finally pretty much tells her she did a good job! But Cass also nails something about her--when it comes down to the wire and she's rescuing someone else, Steph tends to get the job done. It's the self preservation part she's less focused on/prone to forgetting, and that's the balance she needs.

But alas. DC decides to throw all of that good Stephrobin material they could have made aside, and we unfortunately get to the part where she gets fired as Robin and then is cruelly and brutally killed off.

When Steph gets fired this time, we don't really get to know how Cass feels about it. Steph runs away before she can respond to the news and Cass is just...sad.

But she is SUPER worried about Steph all through the shitty War Games stuff, like she knows in her bones something's wrong and Steph's in trouble. She's the only one who really searches for her, but when she finds her...

I hate most things to do with War Games, but this part is genuinely heartbreaking and you can see that Horrocks cared a lot about their relationship. And Cass searches for Steph even MORE frantically after this, showing her picture around, every other word out of her in these issues is "where's Steph".

After Steph died, DC seemed to want to mention her as little as possible. Tim was currently grieving ten million other people too, , so we didn't get much insight into what he felt about it at all. But in Batgirl, Cass was an exception, and her grief over Steph was explored consistently

It hurts my heart. And then of course, we have ghost Stephanie saving Cass.

Once they revealed Steph wasn't dead, most fans have decided it means this was a hallucination, but my headcanon was always that Steph was still in a coma when all this happened, on the boundary between life and death, and she really did astral project over to save Cass. What. That doesn't even make the top five weirdest things that have happened to Cass.

(Steph also like, victim-blames herself in this appearance, which I don't think Cass's subconscious would have her do, but is in character for Steph to do, sadly.)

Cass being one of the people Steph looks up to again, even saying she taught her to fight, ugh.

And then later on when Cass is hesitant about talking to Babs after their big fight, she imagines what Steph would say to motivate herself:

Makes me sick. And she'll get SO upset if anyone even mentions Steph.

And then we get to Steph's final ghost appearance in the last two issues of Cass' series.

This page reprogrammed my brain, honestly. My obsession with women carrying women may have started here.

And here's possibly the most heartbreaking Cass panel of all time, and such a good summary of her character and her endless compassion.

Steph understands Cass on such a deep level I can't stand it.

...and unfortunately that's pretty much the end of their significant preboot interactions. Steph's death is revealed to be fake and she comes back to Gotham... but we never see Steph and Cass'reunion and Cass' reaction to Steph not being dead. The only interaction we got was when Cass gave Steph the Batgirl mantle--they did have a cute little teamup, but then we had to deal with the clusterfuck of how OOC it was for Cass to claim she 'fought for [Bruce]" before walking away when she's literally stated the exact opposite.

(It was later contradicted by her activities as Black Bat, and it was revealed that Bruce asked Cass to do this and maybe she was just uh, saying stuff, but that's also OOC because what fucking say does Bruce have over Batgirl. BQM did actually tell me back in the day (I think it was a reddit question thing??? idk, I remember this clearly though) that Cass wouldn't have done it if she didn't agree and I chose to headcanon it was partly Cass' idea because of various other reasons in addition to compassion for Steph (maybe feeling she needed to let go of it after the brainwashing and all that, maybe just feeling she'd like another Bat-related identity) but. okay I'm rambling now)

There's also convergence but considering Cass was so ooc she sincerely threatened to eat Stephanie's hamster (I'm not kidding), it's hard to count that.

But you know. They have gotten to hang out a lot post reboot at least (and even lived together) and now all this history is canon again. So to end this on a less depressing note, and since I've reached tumblr's image limit, here's a cute interaction from Batman Urban Legends #5 and a cute little storyline with them from Wayne Family Adventures.

I didn't get to post all the images I wanted for some parts (mainly the Solo issue), so I might do some seperate posts I'll link here later. But yes, here is my Steph and Cass history to nostalgically look back on.

[bigball-thefrog]

Hello, just wanted to say that i enjoyed your last two fics, they’re pretty cool! Could you maybe do another Law fic? Perhaps maybe the reader was also taken in by the donxitoute (I fs spelt that wrong)family at a young age just like Law was when he was younger. And like obviously Law and the reader grew up together with the donxitoute family, like they became close and eventually developed crushes on one another. But Corazón wasn’t able to take the reader on time because Doflamanigo never kept his eyes away from her because she had this really strong devil fruit. Then when years go by obviously Law and the Reader are older but she’s still in the family and became an executive. Obviously she doesn’t stand what Doffy does and wants to betray him just like Viola but she doesn’t have an opening due to how valuable she is to him. And Doflamingo always has her by his side. Maybe when Law teams up with the strawhats, he mentions her and how he needs to help her and get out of there. This would probably take place a bit in the end of Punk Hazard and through Dressrosa. (Also it would be cool if the reader and Viola were close friends). You can turn this into a series because i think that would be cool.

Hello hello hello!!! Thank you for the request sorry it took me so long to reply to you. As I said in a different post, I had started my exams, and I am finished now so I'm catching up on my requests. Sorry for being late and I hope it is to your liking

Warnings/Tags:

Law X Fem!Reader

Dressrosa and end of Punk Hazzard spoilers

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Narrator POV

Like the other kids, you were orphaned and left to die. You came across the Donquixote family, and despite being thrown away (literally) by Corazon, you were stubborn and kept coming back. Then one day Doflamingo discovered your Devilfruit ability (you decide what it is) and thought of how useful it would be, and soon you were a valued member of the family.

Eventually Law came along and when he was eventually accepted into the family, you were curious. He was always cold or angry and tried to keep to himself all the time, but you made sure that never happened. You'd always stick together, almost hunt him down at times, always speaking, always trying to get him to play when you weren't busy. He hated it, he hated you'd never leave him alone or shut up, no matter what you did he'd never lighten up or let you get close... But of course, you eventually did get close, really close actually, as tike went by on the Doflamingo pirates you both became close, inseparable even, you won were a team that fought side by side. But as of recently Law's disease was getting worse and he was slowly dying. You begged and begged Doflamingo to take him to a doctor but there was nothing he could do. You knew Law's time was getting short, that's why you became extra clingy. Wanting to spend as much time as you could together, but one day he just disappeared, with Corazon.. You were heartbroken that they suddenly disappeared, your best friend, and your first crush, gone.

Time went by and you did your best to forget about him. Then one night you stopped at a snowy island, for some reason Doflamingo never let you leave the ship. You wanted to complain but you knew better than question him, so you stayed put. Once you saw Doflamingo trapped the island with his strings you knew something was really wrong. When everyone came back, you ran up to Doflamingo to ask what had happened but something seemed wrong with him, like he was on the verge of snapping at anyone that got too close. So you decided to wait for him to calm down before asking. When he eventually did lighten up, which took much longer than you thought, he told you everything about what Law and Corazon did, and everything changed for you. You started to hate Doflamingo and grew colder towards him, and when he took over Dressrosa those feelings doubled down, but you knew that no matter how much you hated him now, there was no way to leave without dying...

One good that came from the takeover of Dressrosa was meeting Viola, you both quickly became close on your shared hatred for Doflamingo, so at least you had a close friend again.

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~Now~

You were called to speak with Doflamingo, he stood by an open window, seeming tense, "Doflamingo? You wanted to speak?" He turned to you, a small scowl on his face, "You've been under my direct command and my command only since you've joined, right?" He asked, you nodded. "And you'd never betray me... Right?" He asked, the threat clear in his tone, you froze for a second but nodded. "Good... Congratulations, you've now been promoted to one of my executives, you're taking Vergo's place" you looked at him shocked confused, "But what happened? Why am I replacing Vergo??" Doflamingo only scowled, it was a similar to the scowl he had when he killed Corazon. "Did something happen at Punk Hazzard?" "Yes" "Monette too?" He stayed silent this time which told you everything you needed to know, "Was it?..." "Law..." He said. Your heart raced at hearing that name again after all these years, you'd seem him in the newspapers once or twice, but you didn't know what he was like now, a part of you still missed him, but it wasn't time for that now. "Alright, I'll accept Vergo's place," You said. Doflamingo stood on the open windowsill, "Good. I'm going to he gone for a bit, you make sure nothing goes to shit while I'm out..." And he left. You knew that if Law was in Punk Hazzard that he'd probably come to Dressrosa soon, you weren't sure if you were mentally ready for that, but you knew that it didn't matter because you'd have to confront him soon, and you knew when he was here, you had an important choice to make...

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Law POV

I was currently in the kitchen of the All Sunny with the rest of Strawhats, telling them my plans for what was going to happen in Dressrosa. As I talked about the plan, but an idea popped in my head and I mumbled out the name of someone I hadn't thought about in years. "Who's that?" Luffy asked, "An... An old Friend." I muttered out, "They were someone I was close to when I was still in Doflamingos crew. They had a powerful Devilfruit ability that could help us save Dressrosa. But they're constantly under the watch of Doflamingo or one of the other executives.. But, I left her alone all those years ago, and it would kill me to leave her again... I need to save her..." I gripped the table as I thought about how I had to leave and couldn't take her with me, I left her, alone and in the clutches of that bastard Doflamingo. Luffy just flashed his signature smile, "Well if she's a friend of yours, she's a friend of mine. Well save her Tra-guy!" I scowled at the nickname, but a sense of relief washed over me and I looked towards the direction Dressrosa was, "Don't worry, I'll save you this time, and I'll never leave you again, my dear friend."

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Alright, this is the first of a few that I will be posting today so I'll be back real soon after I finish writing the next request, see you in probably a hour

Kelly🐸