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Keepers Of The Chaos (Chapter 1)

The first chapter of the Tumblr KOTLC Fandom Fandom story is here!

Summary: Tam, Linh, Keefe, Biana, and Fitz are part of the tiny fandom for Keeper of the Chaos, and Tam and Linh's podcast convinces some of their other friends to watch it as well. The group finds themselves strangely invested in this show, where students at Tumblr High School who work together to write about an elf named Sophia, cause incomprehensible chaos, and fight their rival Pinterest High School.

Content warnings: Cursing

Word count: 1204

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Linh leans into the microphone. "Welcome to the Twins of the Chaos podcast," she says.

"Where some chaotic twins discuss our favorite show, Keepers of the Chaos," adds Tam. He tugs at his silver tipped bangs. "I'm Tam, and my sister's Linh, and today, we're going to be talking about why you should watch KOTC. Now, if you're one of our five regular listeners, you've probably already seen it, but feel free to share this with a friend or relative to convince them to watch this show!"

Smiling, Linh takes the microphone back and continues. "In this show, there's a group of very, very chaotic friends who all go to Tumblr High School together. As soon as they return after New Year's, their principal informs the school of a writing competition taking place between high schools, with other opportunities for extras like drawing or animation. Every member of the winning team gets a free scholarship to an arts school the characters all want to go to, but don't like their chances of getting in normally or paying, so they sign up. Through the nine episode season, taking place over the month of January, the characters in the writing competition start on the premise, get sidetracked, come up with some truly horrifying ideas, write some gay short stories, and, as the title promises, act very chaotic."

"Now, the writing prompt that the group has to build on is kind of... fuckin' weird," Tam says, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "They have to write about a girl named Sophia, who's twelve years old and can read minds, who meets a teal- yes, teal- eyed boy named Finn, who tells her she's an elf. Then, she travels to the elf world, where she struggles a bit at elf school, makes friends with some other elves, learns that she is an illegal creation of a rebel group called the Dark Duck, and another rebel group- the Rarelynoticed- tries to kidnap and kill Sophia and her friend Deck. And yes, we're aware that the names are shitty but the characters in the show really get into mocking them, so that's an upside."

Linh laughs a little at the names. "There are a lot of rebels, you might have noticed," she adds.

Tam nods. "Yeah, I noticed. There are a lot of rebels because their government sucks. There's a council of twelve really old elves, and only two of them are alright, then one of those two dies, and then one of the previously bad ones turns good."

"The characters in the show were given a very detailed list of worldbuilding, plot, and character details. We don't have to read the whole thing, though- they just consult it when it's relevant."

"But writing about Sophia and the Dark Duck isn't the only plot of KOTC, thankfully. We also get to see the competitors writing Dark Duck interact with one another and have fun. It makes connections to real life events- mainly through Bernie Sanders memes, but whatever. Bernie Sanders memes are funny."

"Bernie Sanders memes are funny," says Linh, nodding seriously. "And yes. There are some romantic ships in there- like Amelia and Akki, or Shai/Lynn/Tater, but there are also close friendships, and you get to see the group bond over their shared desire to get the scholarship, and their collective love of chaos, so the more platonic aspect is definitely given screen time as well."

"Which, given how often shows center only on romance, is really great," Tam agrees.

"The show also does really incredibly with including diverse characters. Pretty much none of them are both straight and cis, and most of them are neither."

Tam grins. "Right, and no one really makes a big deal about it. They mention it when relevant, of course, and some have homophobic parents, but they have depth beyond getting the authors ally cookies or whatever. Everyone uses correct pronouns, or apologizes when they screw up, and everyone's pronouns are validated no matter how 'weird' or 'confusing' it might be."

"The show also has a lot of good religious diversity, with quite a few Jewish characters, who make sure it's very clear that they're Jewish."

"Yeah, one of the characters- Shai- starts a movement to turn all the Sophia and the Dark Duck characters Jewish as well."

"It doesn't succeed, but good job to aer for trying," Linh says, sighing sadly.

They fall silent for a little while as Tam checks their episode outline, scribbled in Linh's rather illegible handwriting. "Linh, what the fuck does this say?"

Brow furrowing, Linh asks "You can't read my handwriting?"

"No, I can't!"

She sighs. "It very clearly says 'great characters- discuss,'" she huffs.

"Yeah, no one can read your handwriting. Also, we should probably cut this out when we edit."

Linh nods. "Probably, yeah."

Tam leans in closer to the microphone and starts speaking into it again. "The competition has fifty something participants- fifty two, was it?" He looks to Linh for confirmation, who nods again. "Fifty two. But somehow, all of the characters have their own distinct personalities and stories and interests, and they're shown as complex human beings."

"Yeah, that's always been my favorite part of the show. The characters are just so interesting. Canon manages to focus on them a lot more than I would have thought possible, but it still doesn't give us all the details- since it has to balance so many people, it can't spend a long time focusing on just one- so there's a lot of room for speculation in the fandom. Some get noticeably more or less focus than others. Like, Lynn and her fiancees get kind of a lot, while I wish some of my favorite characters like Specs or Charlene got a bit more screen time. But everyone gets some, no one gets too many, and the fandom is there to fill in the gaps!"

"Yeah, and the fandom is fantastic," says Tam. "There aren't a whole lot of us, which we wish would change because the show is really great, but we're a good fandom to be in. There's not usually a lot of discourse, and there are so many talented people making content. lordofthesnuggles's theories for season two are always so detailed and logical that I lowkey suspect he writes for the show, and thehunkiestofhunkyhair makes fantastic fanart."

Snapping her fingers, Linh exclaims. "Oh, and les-biana has the best fanfictions."

Tam coughs, and mutters "Yeah, you like Biana's fanfictions."

"Oh, like you're any different with Keefe," Linh huffs.

There aren't any visuals, so no listeners of the podcast can prove Tam was blushing. "Anyway, the first- and currently only- season starts with everyone signing up for the competition, no idea what they're in for, and ended with half of them wearing sleeping masks with teal eyes painted on and the other half watching the chaos with mild amusement. It's entertaining as fuck, and very well written, so do go check it, recommend it to your friends, let Keepers of the Chaos take over the world, whatever you like."

"Thanks for listening to the Twins of the Chaos podcast, and have an amazing day!" Linh finishes, and she stops recording.

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thewildomega · 3 years

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Star in the Sand Ch.23

Sitting on one of the rocks you winced as Chopper treated your injuries, letting out a deep breath as he cleaned the one slice on your shoulder.

"...You need to be more careful Y/n..."

Grinning slightly at the reindeer you nodded, "Yes doc." He had already checked on your baby, assuring you and Crocodile, who had not left your side that your little one's heart was still beating strongly.

As soon as the animal doctor had finished treating his little star he had requested a word with him. While he didn't normally care if people feared him this time he tried to sound a little more reasonable so that the 'Chopper' would agree to tell him everything he needed to know about the health of his soulmate and unborn child. When he nodded his head he kissed the crown of his darling's head and looked into her eyes. "You stay right here and rest while I speak to the... doctor." he told her in a firm voice, removing his coat once again and placing it over her thinly clothed body to keep her warm. Seeing her nod tiredly he looked to Daz and Bentham. "Don't let her out of your sight."

"Of course Mr. Zero." Bentham smiled as the ever imposing man turned away. Looking to his old co-worker he smiled even larger and clung to his arms for a moment before doing a spin, "It's it exciting Mr. One, We are going to be uncles!"

Giggling as both Daz and Croc rolled their eyes you looked down to your belly and rubbed it gently. You couldn't think to describe the weight that had been lifted from your shoulders nor the dark cloud that seemed to disappear now that you were back with your soulmate again. Your child would have their father in their life, they would have a family, looking up at the straw-hats you smiled softly to yourself, and plenty of friends as well.

"So you are the granddaughter of Big Mom and Kaido huh?"

Snapping your head to the side you saw none other than Law come walking over to you. Blinking you looked the man over, his voice and whole demeanor was everything you thought it would be. "So I've been told."

"That means that the child growing inside of you is also of their bloodline. Anyone that has anything to do with Kiado is my enemy. "

Noticing that the name of your Grandparents had caused heads to turn your way you licked your lips before looking back to the warlord. "I have no ties to either of them beyond blood. As far as I'm concerned all the family I have is here with me now."

Finishing up his conversation with the blue nosed Reindeer he turned back to see Trafalgar Law standing close by Y/n. In a flash he was materializing in front of her, staring down the man. "Do you have a problem Law?"

"He won't stop coming for you, he knows you exist now, both of them do. Sooner or later you will have to make a choice." Law spoke, continuing to address the woman behind the famous Crocodile.

"I've already made my choice."

Hearing this he nodded and looked o Crocodile now, "Doflamingo will no doubt be coming here himself, I would make sure she was far away by the time he gets here." was all he said before turning around and walking away.

Glaring at the man's back for sometime he finally turned to looked down at his woman as he stepped over to her. Stroking the side of her face with his hook he saw her smile lovingly up at him.

"Y/n princess I cooked you some delectable food packed full of proteins and vitamins." Sanji spoke.

"And I brewed you some lavender green tea with a hint of honey, just like you like it." Brook added, rushing over to hand the woman the steaming cup of tea.

"Yeah well I made her favorite vegetables as a side..."

"You are trying to win her over with vegetables, Who does that?!"

"I don't have to win her over, when it comes down to you and me there isn't even a competition."

"Yeah that's because she would pick me!"

Noticing Crocodile's lip twitch and seeing the vein in his forehead poke out you grinned slightly and grabbed his hand before he could use it to make both of your friends a pile of dust. After eating all of our food you were left even more exhausted than you were before. You had tried to stop halfway but Crocodile quickly told you to finish eating. As it came time to say goodbye you quickly gave your gator a pout and your best puppy dog eyes before he growled out and gave a small roll of his eyes.

"Bentham. " he called out, noticing Daz shaking his head from behind the flamboyant man. "...you are coming as well, I at least know you will help keep an eye on her." he spoke and saw Daz's shoulders drop in defeat.

"Of course Mr. Zero! I shall protect Y/n and little Croc with my life." Bentham declared with a over the top bow.

Smiling you hugged Crocodile's waist, feeling his hand rub your back. Looking to the Straw-hats you glanced up to Croc before moving over to your friends. Standing in front of all of them you smiled, "I don't know how to thank you all, I wish I had something to give you or... or something..."

"Don't mention it Y/n. We're friends right? That means we help each other." Luffy smiled and everyone else nodded in agreement. Although you coudl always name the baby after me..."

"Not a chance in hell." Crocodile grunted as he moved over to stand by his love.

Chuckling Luffy rubbed the back of his head. "Worth a shot."

"Here's your bag, I put the gift from Neptune in there as well."

Nami told you, handing over the small bag with the little bit of clothes she had bought you and some other things it looked like.

"There some other stuff as well, thought you might want something to remember us by."

"Oh yeah..." Taking off his hat Luffy ripped off a piece of paper and handed it over to his friend. "Here's my vivre card, that way you can come see us and we can meet little Luffy."

Hearing Crocodile growl you grinned and took the card from him. "Thank you Luffy, for everything."

Smiling he placed his hat back on his head. "Maybe next time we are together you can make that one dish as a thank you... you know the one with the meat and sauce and cheese..."

"Lasagna." you smiled.

"Yea that one."

Nodding you looked to the captain. "It's a deal, until then though I did make you something." seeing his confusion you smiled softly and tilted your head. "It's in your locker. I didn't really have all the details but maybe it will suffice."

Smiling he perked up. "Really?! Is it food? Is it meat?"

Giggling you looked to him, "I guess you'll just have to see."

"All Right! Oooo I hope it's those cookies with the nuts and..."

Watching hi run towards the ship you smiled. "Bye Luffy!"

"See you later Y/n... you too Gator!" Luffy yelled back.

Finishing telling everyone else goodbye you were lifted up into Crocodile's arms as he carried you back to the ship. Looking at all the familiar faces you smiled softy, especially when you saw Maverick smiling largely at you.

"Good ta 'ave ya back lass." the old man spoke in his thick accent.

"Alright get us off this block of ice." Crocodile spoke, giving the command to set sail. Going to take his darling into the cabin he stopped when he heard a loud yell.

""Y/N!!!"

Turning back when he heard the Straw-hat yelling Y/n's name he watched as an arm stretched over to the railing beside them. As the boy was pulled over to his ship he watched as he instantly wrapped his arms around y/n in a hug. He was about to step over and yank the his off but stopped when he noticed the few tears rolling down his cheeks and the picture frame in his hand. Glancing to the picture inside he saw a drawing of what looked to be three young boys.

"Thank you." Luffy said in a thick voice.

Smiling you hugged him back "Don't mention it." you spoke, repeating his words. As he pulled back you gave him one last smile that he returned.

"Don't you worry Y/n I'm going to take down Kaido and then Big Mom then there won't be anyone that wants to hurt you or your baby."

Giggling you nodded. "I'll hold you to that."

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Standing behind her in the shower he felt his cock harden but grit his teeth, now was not the time. Watching some of the water running down her body and down the drain he noticed the slight pinkish tint and swallowed hard. He knew she was tired, both her injuries and everything else taking their toll on her. Seeing her leaning against the wall he stepped up behind her and let his eyes take her in. It had been six months since he had last seen his soulmate. She was skinnier than when they had been separated, not as thin as she was when she had first joined up with the straw-hats though according to the doctor. Noticing the light scar running down her back from shoulder to the top of her left ass cheek he furrowed his brows, that was new. Lifting his hand he gently traced the thin mark with his thumb. As if knowing what he was thinking she spoke in a quiet whisper.

"Wouldn't hand over my locket."

A whip then. Clenching his teeth he took a deep breath before leaning down to kiss the scar. From what Chopper had told him her shoulder and forearm had been broken while she was imprisoned, neither of them healing right which now caused her slight pain occasionally. She had been subjected to the cold for months, her body would be sensitive to the cold now for the rest of her life. Basically starved she had lost a tremendous amount of weight, both her and their child now requiring extra proteins and vitamins. The reindeer had also told him that their child would likely be born smaller than it should be, that it would be underweight for a while. Chopper had spoken to him about many things he coudl do and he planned on seeing them through. He would care for her, massage her, keep her warm and feed the best of food. She would rest, grow their child while her own body healed.

The small creature's words rung in his head, making true fear fill him. "If she was to give birth now, in the state she is, she might not live through the birth."

He couldn't loose her, he wouldn't loose her, not again. Or their child. No he would make sure to take the very best care of them both.

Pouring some of the shampoo into her hair he placed the bottle back up before he started washing her hair. It wasn't an easy task, not with only one hand but when she went to take over he grabbed her wrist in a gentle grip and move it back to her side. Carefully he started washing her hair that was now longer than when they had last seen each other. He made sure to get as little soap in the fresh injuries on her shoulder and palms as he next started washing her body. Turning her towards him he saw a bruise forming on the side of her face, going up her temple before disappearing into her hair. Why was it she seemed to always be hurt one way or another. How he grew tired of seeing her beautiful body littered in bruises and blood. Glancing down to her breasts and slightly swollen stomach he again felt his arousal spike but pushed it away and finished bathing her. "Go get into bed little star." he told her, placing a kiss to her forehead.

Drying off you moved into the cabin and pulled on one of his shirts, leaving it only partially buttoned as you crawled into the large bed. Snuggling down into the comfy bed you sighed as his scent overtook you. Closing your eyes you turned your nose to the pillow and listened as he showered himself. By the time he was out you assumed you must have drifted off the movement of the bed starling you.

"It's alright." he spoke n his deep voice, moving to lay down beside her. Opening his arms for her as she moved to cuddle up to him he grinned softly, his eyes closing.

Cuddling up to him you felt his strong arms wrap around you, felt his one hand rub your back under his shirt. Hearing the sound of his heart made it all real, you were so afraid you would wake up and all of this would have been a dream, that you would still be slowly freezing and starving to death in Impale Down. As his lips softly pecked your head you nuzzled deeper into his chest, your eyes filling with tears and your lip trembling.

Hearing her sniffle and feeling the his chest become damp with her tears he continued rubbing her back while his left arm pulled her closer if it was possible. "Why are you crying little star?" he asked in a low voice.

"I'm scared your going to disappear again... that I'm going to wake up and you'll be gone." you whimpered.

"I'm not going anywhere darling." he promised her. Rubbing his hand around to her belly he stroked over the bump there. "I don't know how you did it, how you kept our child alive in that hell, how you even managed to stay alive yourself. You were there longer than I was and still.... everyday I woke up and expected to feel that emptiness take over, for you to have..." he couldn't even finish. Swallowing thickly he continued stroking her belly and side. "I am so sorry starlight..."

"Croc..."

"No, I need to say this." he told her and heard her become quiet. Taking a deep breath he started again, "I failed you yet again. It seems that is all I ever do, that I am unable to protect you. You are my soulmate, it is my responsibility to care for you... Not a day went by that I didn't think of you, that I didn't miss you. You don't know how worthless I felt knowing that the woman I love, the mother of my child was sentenced to that place."

It was strange hearing Crocodile become so emotional, something he always kept locked away but you wouldn't say a word. His hand stayed on your belly, stroking your skin softly.

Taking another breath he kissed gently at her forehead again. "When I got your letter I at first thought it was some trick, that someone was playing some cruel joke on me, I didn't want to believe it because I was so afraid of it being false but it wasn't." smiling a little he continued holding her close. "All the horrible things I've done in my life I can't imagine why fate took mercy on me but I will be forever grateful to have you in my arms again. I may very well never let you leave my side again." Feeling a light kiss to his throat he hummed.

The both of you stayed silent for a while, just basking in one another's embrace before he spoke again.

"Darling..." hearing her sleepy hum he continued rubbing her head and hair. "Earlier with Law, you told him you had already made your choice what did you mean by that?"

"You, I choose you Croc. I will never join Big Mom or Kaido because even though they are blood you are my family. You, me and our little Caiman."

Feeling his lips turn up into a smile he moved his hand to turn her chin up towards him so he could press his lips to hers. It was a long, slow kiss, there was no desire to take it further they were just simply expressing how much they had missed one another, how much they loved one another. When it came time to breath he pulled away but kept her chin tilted so he coudl look into her alluring eyes that he adored so much. "You believe it's a boy then, that we will have a son?" he asked, the soft smile staying on his face.

Nodding lightly you saw his eyes twinkle a little. Rubbing his bare chest you grinned softly and turned some to lay a bit more on your back but still enough to stay in his arms and look up at him. "A son just as handsome as his father and probably just as cunning."

Chuckling he moved his hand to unbutton the few buttons she had holding the shirt on her small frame. "A little boy with his mother's stunning eyes and temper."

Giggling you sighed as he rubbed your belly, "I don't think this world knows what it's got coming." you told him and heard him let out a small laugh. As his hand passed over your lower abdomen you felt a strange sensation and flinched, your eyes snapping down to your belly.

"Was tha..." another jolt hit the palm of his hand and he stared down at her stomach in awe. Grinning he rubbed his hand again slowly and felt his child kick at his hand.

"He knows we're talking about him." you smiled. "That's the first time I've ever felt him move."

Humming he smiled and looked back to her, "See he is already a daddy's boy."

Rolling your eyes some you smiled and reached up to stroke his jaw. You stared at his face until your eyes became to heavy to hold open.

Feeling her hand fall against his shoulder he looked back to her and saw her sleeping peacefully, a soft smile on her face. Grinning he pulled he blanket back over them and settled down beside her, placing a kiss to her temple. "Sweet dreams little star. I love you..." Feeling another hard kick to his hand he smirked, "And you, my son." he spoke in a low deep voice before joining her in the first peaceful sleep in months.

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He could only grin a little as she looked around confused but he didn't say a word. Keeping her tucked close to his side he led her down the correct street, thankful it was nighttime so not many people were out. As they came up on the home he saw her brows knit a little before she again looked to him. Paying her no mind he walked up to the front door and glanced down to her before opening it and smiling softly, "Welcome home darling."

Blinking your eyes went a bit wide and you looked back towards the large home that was more like a mansion before snapping your eyes back up to him.

Seeing shock on her face he chuckled some and led her inside, shutting the door behind them and locking it. Removing his coat from her shoulders he hung it on the coat rack and continued watching her as she just stood there looking around but not moving. Sighing softly he took her hand and moved her throughout the place. "I settled on this island a few months ago, took over the black market position here."

"Took over?" you asked but saw him raise a brow. "Never mind I probably don't want to know."

Humming he grinned and showed her room after room. "Truthfully there are more rooms than I know what to do with but at least now we will have a room for the baby." he said and saw her smile sweetly up at him. "You are free to decorate it however you please and anything you need you let me know and I will see you get it."

Smiling you leaned into his side. Ever since the other night when he had felt the baby kick he had seemed rather thrilled of the idea that he was going to be a father. Daz who you had spoken to when Croc had to talk with Bon on something said that it was likely that Crocodile had feared he would never see you alive again, that he would never get o meet his child but now that the both of you were reunited he wasn't taking it for granted.

"This is the kitchen, although I did have chiefs cook for me I was quite fond of your cooking and perhaps if you are willing and up to it we may share one of your delectable meals again." Seeing her nod quickly and smile he grinned but then thought of something. "I don't want you pushing yourself though, if you do not feel like it or you are too tired then I will get the cooks to make you whatever it is you want."

Next he showed you the two living room, the courtyard that had soft green grass and a few trees. Croc had quickly led you to one of the small plants and pointed out that it was your apple tree that you had sprouted on the ship. He told you how you were free to garden all you wanted. After that was the spare rooms, his office that homed many books. You could only smile like a child in a candy shop as you looked over all the books, not knowing he was watching you smiling.

At the end of the tour he led her down the hall to the large wooden door, opening it he checked it over for safety before turning on the lights and stepping to the side to allow her in. "And this is our room."

Walking inside you looked around the large room. There was the massive canopy bed in the center of the room with a matching dresser and side table on each side. A little sitting area was in the right corner with what looked to be a private door to the courtyard behind it. On the other side of the room was two more doors, closet and on suit most likely. The bedding and chairs were all done in a grey color that complimented the dark wood. "It's beautiful, all of it." you told him, turning to face him as he came to stand beside you.

Grinning he looked down at her, stroking her lightening bruised cheek with his knuckles. "I am glad you like it." Feeling that spark of arousal he swallowed and cleared his throat. "Come let me show you to the bathroom, I am sure you like a shower before bed."

The bathroom was no less grand than the bedroom or rest of the house for that matter. A huge soaking tub that would fit you, croc and probably another person set in one corner with a equally large walk in shower on the other. Crocodile had quickly started the shower for you, adjusting the temperature before saying he wanted to check something, asking you if there was anything you wanted or needed before he left you to bathe. You found it strange that he seemed to always have something to do anytime you needed to be naked. That over emotional side of you kept saying it was something with the way you looked now, maybe you were no longer attractive to him. While you tried to see reason you couldn't help but be hurt a little.

Removing your clothes and then the bandages you glanced up to the mirror and looked over your body. Bruises spotted your skin along with the healing sword slash across your shoulder. Injuries were here and there and you felt your lip twitch as your eyes moved to your breasts. They were still much smaller than when you had first went into Impale Down. Looking down to your small baby bump you sighed and rubbed your abdomen.

Taking a long shower you got out feeling much more refreshed than you had before. Drying off something caught your eye and you grinned when you noticed your silk pajama set folded on the bathroom counter. You were sure they weren't here before, he must have brought them in. Pulling on the shorts and shirt you brushed your hair and teeth before walking out to the room. Seeing Crocodile sitting in one of the chairs you moved over to him and curled up in his lap when he held his arm out. Humming you grinned and nuzzled into his neck.

Grinning himself he wrapped his arm around her, kissing her head. "I missed this."

"Me too." you told him, closing your eyes as his warm calloused hand rubbed your thigh.

Closing his eyes as his hand creased her soft skin he adjusted his legs as his pants grew tighter. Damn he wanted her, he craved her, so much it was taking everything he had to keep from carrying her over to the bed and taking her like the deprived man he was. He should have made her wear the pants. Not that it would have done any good. She coudl probably be wearing a burlap bag and he would still feel as horney as a teenage boy. He had to wait though, wait until she was healed. It had been six months and his body was aching for her but he wouldn't risk hurting her or his child. No he would just have to resist. Glancing around the room he saw her bag sitting on the table and rose a brow, a distraction is what he needed. "The Straw-hat woman, Cat burglar Nami I believe her name is, she mentioned something about packing you other things she thought you might want, what s it?"

Sitting up you smiled and grabbed the bag from the table, not realizing your dear Gator was staring at your backside, his hand trembling as he resisted grabbing it. Sitting back on his lap you felt him move your legs to rest over his other knee as you started picking out items to show him. "Pappag gave me these, well more like Nami talked him into letting them get anything they wanted." you smiled.

Glancing over the clothes as she pulled them out of the bag he saw she had a pair of shorts, a t-shirt with a star on it and the word 'Crimin' on it along with a black two piece bathing suit with the same design on one of the cups. Humming he rose a brow and leaned back some. "And who is this Pappag?"

"Oh he's a starfish that designs clothes. He's a really big deal on Fishman Island."

"A starfish." he asked and saw her nod. Grunting he listened as she told him about her time in Fishman Island with the Straw-hats. He had been surprised to find out that Jinbe and her father had been friends. While he didn't much care for the shark he was grateful for him helping his love send him the letter. Next he watched her show him the music box that King Neptune had gifted their child. As he listened to the soft tune he couldn't help but grin a little at the soft smile on her face as she talked about how they coudl play it to help their little Caiman go to sleep. When he saw her face light up he watched as she pulled out tangerines.

Looking to him you grinned, "Your child seems to like fruit just as much as you." Thinking of something you tilted your head. "You know these are from a tree Nami brought on the ship with her, from Conomi Islands, your home."

Raising both of his brows at that he looked to the fruit as she peeled it.

Taking one of the sections into your mouth you grinned and held another to his lips. As he parted his lips you placed the piece on his tongue and saw the corner of his lip turn up as he ate it making you smile.

"Still the best tangerines in the world." he said and saw her smile before offering him another.

For the next few minutes the two of you sat in the chair talking and snacking on a few more tangerines. You were quick to save the seeds, hoping to grow a tree of your own. Soon however though you were covering a yawn and he was standing.

Carrying her over to the bed he pulled back the covers and laid her down. He coudl tell she was sleepy based on how heavy her lids hung over her eyes. Tucking her in he kissed her brow before going to take a shower himself but only after making sure both the balcony door and bedroom door were locked. Getting out he glanced over to her sleeping form and sighed at the feeling. Quietly moving over to the dresser he pulled on a pair of pajama pants while staring at the neatly folded scarfs beside it. Reaching under them he grabbed the small velvet box hidden underneath and pulled it out. Flipping it open he stared down at the ring he had picked out over six months ago. It was beautifully crafted, only the best for his little star. The plan had been to give it to her that night in the hotel after they ate dinner but then she had felt ill and then that Charlotte had shown up. The whole night he had planed out had been ruined in an instant. Raising his chin he closed the box. This time everything would go right. Placing it back under the scarfs he closed the drawer, hiding it away for only a few days more.

#Sir Crocodile #sir crocodile x reader #one piece crocodile #crocodile fanfiction #crocodile x reader #one piece crocodile x reader #crocodile x ofc #One Piece Fanfiction #so much fluff

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 4 years

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the special project

“Cross! We’re almost closing!” dream got closer to the actor that was sitting behind the scenes, a smile plastered on his face. He was holding his phone, and didn’t even look up to meet dream’s eyes-

“Hey- are you even listening!” dream pouted, and only then did cross’s eyelights met dream’s “Don’t worry. We can stay here a little longer- it’s not like the director likes to leave early!” his smile got a bit wider, but dream sat next to him, and looked over his shoulder- “…what are you looking at then?” dream wasn’t able to leave, not without cross at least, and he was getting curious; what could make cross ignore him so blatantly? Even memes weren’t so effective-

Cross suddenly nuzzled dream’s cheek, which made his face turn yellow as the other showed him his phone- the both sat in a more comfortable position, when dream finally read what was shown to him-

“It’s the reviews of the series! People are asking questions to both of us, and are speculating on the upcoming chapters- plus, they are even giving us compliments!” cross’s grin got wider-

Cross was pretty shy in person, so he tried his best to overcome that by acting, and meeting new people. though he was always so insecure about his acting skills, it didn’t stop him from entering both the underverse show and the dark cream studio- sure, it was a bit tiring, but he’s always enjoyed the times spent there, especially with dream, his best friend- though he considered him as more than that, he didn’t know how to ask him out, but the scenarios in the series was making things easier, considering they were both a couple in it-

Dream smiled- he was also happy to work with cross, and wanted to get a bit closer to him each day, though his brother was a pain very often- he swore to him one day that he’d snap next time he tried to get into a conversation between him and cross, not mentioning killer- though killer was the absolute opposite- cross and killer had been friends for as long as he remembered, and no matter how he denied everything, he was trying to hook them both together-

Even after dream’s protests, he was glad killer was trying to help, because he sure needed to-

“aww- how sweet of them! Wait- can I see some questions?” dream hummed, and cross huffed- “I dunno- they’re just some stuff about whether you like acting or not- the usual-“ he was obviously lying, so dream hopped on his phone as the other yelped in surprise- “h-hey! Give it back!” he jumped on dream, but the other laughed out loud- “oh come on! It can’t be this bad-“

He looked at the phone, but the questions and asks were all- about him? Dream blushed a bit, but cross snatched away his phone and huffed- “you’d get embarrassed anyway!”

Dream paused, what should he do to convince him? Well, teasing cross was always so fun, so he hummed- “okay- but how long will it take you to get off me-“ cross suddenly realized he’d been sitting on the poor dream all this time, so his face got lit up with a purple hue when he finally got up- “s-sorry about that-“ he scratched the back of his skull, totally ashamed, but dream took the opportunity to mutter- “well- maybe now we can read the questions together- How about that?” he smiled, a tint of yellow on his cheeks- cross paused a second, then sighed- “we’re in for a ride-“

They sat next to each other, trying to put the phone in the middle so it can be seen by them both. Dream felt his cheeks getting quite heated up- they weren’t usually this close to each other. on another note, if nightmare saw them like that, he’d do everything in his power to split them apart-

“Okay, first question: dream is this hot bastard on set, but how is he in real life?”

“pff- what is even this question?” cross snickered, dream only huffed- “well, how do you find me in real life then?” dream crossed his arms, but cross gave him a lazy grin and just answered- “well, I don’t think it really changes in person-“ “CROSS-“ dream pouted, and cross laughed out, but dream still continued reading-

“okay then- …oh- dream looks so good with heels, but does he like wearing them?” cross paused, awaiting his answer, when the other looked at him dead in the eyes and said- “anything to be taller than this bastard-“ cross busted out laughing, and dream continued- “shut up you dummy- here is a question for you! Umm- are you scared of cows in real life-“ dream tried so hard not to laugh, but cross shivered- “people cannot understand how scary these creatures are- it’s nOT FUNNY to be almost eaten by a cow!” dream couldn’t take it, so he cried out- “ohaHA- I’ve already told you- c-cows are herbivorous- they eat grass and such- n-not skeletons!” dream felt bad to tease cross about something he’s afraid of, but cows cannot eat monsters, and that was a fact.

“ugh-“ cross pouted, then looked away. Dream paused, he wanted to say something, but just looked back at the other’s phone, and said- “…okay- here is a question for us both now- do you guys-“ dream couldn’t finish his sentence when he lost his eyelights- cross looked at him, wondering what was wrong about the question- “uhhh… okay, let me rephrase that! Mmm- s-so you guys are together in dark cream, but what is your relationship in real life-“

dream blushed, but tried to hide it- cross paused, then muttered- “well-“ if killer or epic could hear their conversation, they’d be cheering for him to finally ask him out- and if nightmare could hear them, he’d be running in too late, because cross inhaled silently and tried to let out “well, I would like to ask you out for this afternoon-“ cross’s face was getting very purple, but it was no match to dream’s- dream lost his eyelights again, and his mouth was half open. He dropped the other’s phone, and the other was lucky it landed on a carpet-

“u-umm- dream?” cross cursed himself- why did he just bring this up now! But dream whispered- “…okay- I’d love- I- I mean- we can go out together as soon as we finish some asks-“dream was so close to scream in happiness- he asked HIM OUUT! Cross chuckled nervously, but he took his phone from the floor, then continued-

“how is nightmare in real life-“ cross paused, then muttered- “I’m sorry dream, but I don’t know how you couldn’t notice how each time I previously tried to confess, he’d try to split us up” cross sighed, but dream laughed, almost maniacally- “ahaha- do you think I didn’t?!” cross turned around- “wait, you knew I liked you???” he was a bit surprised, but dream suddenly let out- “what- n-no- not really- I wasn’t really sure- but that idiot didn’t let me get closer to you!”

dream crossed his arms, but cross laughed out- “oh my- ahaha-“ they both chuckled for a little more, then cross tried to find another interesting ask when one caught his attention, though he didn’t voice it out- (what if cross tried to propose to dream on set? there is no way it’s not a good idea, maybe he can convince the director!) cross smiled, it was a good idea- but he wasn’t sure if dream was going to agree to it-

Dream yawned, it was getting quite late- “well- if you want to take me out somewhere, it’s time.” Dream stretched, and cross couldn’t help but think of how different he had become-

Dream used to be very sad when they first met, and had the appearance of a cute and innocent person, and he still is! But he was more confident in himself now; he finally looked… happy- so much more- he also looked more mature and hotter. Cross smiled, they both really changed from the first time they met, and he was so happy to take him out on a date, the person he truly admired.

“okay then, let’s go-“ he held the other’s hand, and dream smiled, and leaned on his arm a bit more, he wanted this to happen for so long-

Thank god nightmare wasn’t here.

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now now, if that was the special thing, it wouldn’t have took me about two or three months to get it done, right? well, that’s because it’s not the end yet!

remember the anons that asked you guys your sonas or oc’s reference to draw a while back? well thank you guys so much for waiting

it took me so long, and you guys still waited for me to finish this

so how about a bonus “writing” to celebrate?

The place I will talk about is always warm and welcoming, there’s a bunch of tea and cookies and some apples lying here and there, and after an event called “sweet day”, candy and cake was left stacked up like the tons of ask received every day inside the little mailbox. This place contains very interesting individuals whose presence contribute in the fun and enjoyment of the visitors and the creator himself. After being there for a while, you might notice why these people are quite special considering the relaxing atmosphere of this place;

*knock* *knock*

who’s there you might ask? Well it is-

“DAILY POSITYVITY OF COURSE!!”

“Please close the door behind you after you enter-“

“what door?”

the positivity was so strong that it shattered a galaxy and went to another universe searching for a worthy opponent- love senders and daily positive anons are very frequent here, and as their name might show you, they are responsible of giving enough motivation and positivity for the creators, and the destruction of most doors, windows, walls, universes, and being obviously chased by negative and suspicious people trying to prevent them from giving the creators positivity.

“AAAaaAaAa-“

some anons are still wondering why they are simping for characters while others already gave a very specific reason “LEEEGS-“ some are also wondering how did the creator made them so hot- only a superior brain can do so mind you- just kidding- everyone can do it if they give him good heels;

This place had different phases, and if I had to describe it to, it may look like this;

“wait- how about a cute ship?” oh- Fluffynight!”but what about killermare? “So how about a love triangle!” “And where do we put this scenario then-“ “wait- what if it was all a show like underverse studios- how would they make tentacles then?” ”Wait- tentacle, you mean S!D’s? Wait! let’s say- they have a mind of their own-“”wait- but-“”OH my- I wonder how these tentacles would look like if their possessor is a Greek god-“”whoa- and "whatifnightmareactuallysentcrosswhoismortaltokilldreambuthefellinlovewithhim?!”

“Um…what? “

Please take this as a very brief explanation- some of these subjects can last a day- or two or even a week if it is a generator of ideas, no matter how cursed, sweet or angsty they are.

Creators are very common in this place, they can be artists, or writers, though there might be more talented people, but they might had never talked about it- they might be musicians, composers, singers, and so much more, but who am I to say? Maybe there is one who’s reading this that can draw, or write, do both, or so much more- I just am saying that this place is filled with amazing people!

There are some people who considered that S!D and cross needed kids, which is funny because, there are now a lot of ship children laying in their arms- they can be twin babies, independent teenagers, cute cinnamon rolls, or a result of neglect or a curse- and those different types of children make a very good source of inspiration, and provide ideas for both artist and writers;

The creators deserves support- and people do help their work to be shared, and considering some had made commissions available, there was and will be more support for them, and that’s why I wanted to add those who had bought some hot koffees. I am very glad that the creators are receiving support, because it makes them happy and motivated, and that’s honestly what all of them deserve; support.

Finally- this place has the healthiest and pleasing aura I’ve ever felt- and has very unique characters that are daily sending questions, or ideas, or creations, and listing everything would take a lot of time, but every single one of them is as unique as the other, so fear not if I haven’t included more- because there is too much-

And thank you for reading this little writing- I didn’t think you’d actually read such a thing ,but to be honest, I actually never thought you’d ever read any of the writings I’ve made- I’ve never thought this will be the first thing I will be associated with, writing. Because I only write when I have art block, or when I have a very good idea, or if it’s something I don’t want to draw now and need to remember to draw in the future, but it seriously made me so happy when people actually enjoyed something I’ve made, and I want the creators that I most enjoy and so much others to feel the same thing- the happiness that someone thinks you’re good at something, that’s why it is the most silliest and the most interesting gift I can ever write to thank you zu, and everyone who supports her, and the creators I’ve seen there! Have a nice day/night ♥

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the people included here are

@zu-is-here ; i wanted to thank u zu, because i wouldn’t have written or submitted anything if it hadn’t been for you, and that’s because i didn’t feel like you were “intimidating”, and by that i mean you answer every litlle ask, and you’re being nice to everyone, and i just wouldn’t have found so much entertainment this year without you and your blog, and everyone in it

@help-im-a-gay-fish ; you were very nice from our very first interaction- your art has always been so simple and beautiful, especially the lineart which i envy you for- your ideas were always so amazing, and you have very attaching and unique characters, so with you my to do list is never ending, but that’s what i love about you the most

@kotikaleo ; your art is just plain GORGEOUS, and i couldn’t, i just couldn’t ignore it, because the vibes i get from this blog is relaxing, the ambience is calm, and everything you draw, whether it’s traditional or digital is a masterpiece that i find myself begging to have the same amount of talent (also, i’m so sorry for your persona, i totally messed it up i’m so sorry-)

@dragon-tamer-1 ; honestly, i liked your unique style, and your oc- the way you keep supporting people is always so sweet of you, and even if we haven’t interacted much, i’ve always liked your art from the sidelines, and i hope you liked this gift

@rinnyisangy ; i won’t go too long, but your art is SO CUTE, the sketch book drawings were so sweet and nice; since i’ve seen you appear a lot on zu’s blog, and you looked like a nice person, i decided to draw your sona, because why not draw a cutie?

@bluepalleteuniverse ; i’m SO sorry for the sona- i used the old one because as i said, i decided to draw this piece one mid july, so i asked you pretty early, and , because i thought it looked cute, i drew it very fast- on the other hand, i cannot express how cute your art is- it’s always so nice to see you around, and the positivity you give is astonishing- please keep it up pal

@enixani ; now, you are SO talented, yet you believe you aren’t- and i’m here to tell you that you have such a detailed, beautiful art, and you deserve way more support for the work you give, and i hope you like this drawing (i tried your coloring- it feels nice)

@sociallyawkwardfirefly ; i was too shy to interact with you, but i wanted to tell you that your writings are amazing- and i can’t because even your art is- so please take care, and know that i love your style

@noveltale ; your au is cute, your art is cute, what more? but in case you wanted to hear something else, voila une autre personne qui connaît les souffrances de la langue française, et des difficultés de la langue anglaise, parce que oui, je parle Français aussi (bonjour blue!)

@silentsquidsinner ; can we just talk about this person’s beautiful characters? i think they are AMAZING and well written- and the beautiful artstyle only makes it better, so please take this gift as a thank u for your talent-

@ginganinja ; i still remember when you were pretty active on tumblr, and i kind of miss those days, but i wish you the best on your decision, and i’ll enjoy your art on instagram, because you’re still awesome there!

@star-gamerxox ; your writings are a very good source of inspiration, as well as your characters- i honestly thought that your writing style was pretty fluid and interesting, so i wanted to draw one of you kiddos- hope you liked it

@mimosifolia1528 ; remember seafood tale? yeah- i loved your creations, as well as your dark cream kid, and thought your art was very special and unique, so i thought it was worth a shot drawing you persona (fun fact, you were the very first one i drew)

@seertale ; i liked how cool and chill you look, and i thought your oc’s and art was very sweet, not mentioning that you were my favorite to draw- (the rainbow blob on star’s oc) so thank u

@evaundertale ; your art and blog is amazing, so whenever i see your art, it stands out pretty fast, it’s just so recognizable, and i would love to compliment it by giving you this little gift

@shinechermont ; now, i wanted to tell you that whenever i visit your blog, the drawing you make always make me feel a bit better, because they are so simple, yet so sweet, and i LOVE ursula (and mirage of course) so seing art about them is always heart warming

also featuring the anons-

DPA, blue, red, orange, green, purple, lavender, cyan, black, white, cow anon, and cookie anon (who was the one who brought cookies there ;))

this is getting long, but let me just say that i wanted to add way more people, like firebug, curse-of-tales, ari-cuno, jann and so much more, but i feel like i couldn’t touch this project anymore- medibang even crashed because the layers were too much- but i love you guys all, even those who i haven’t included here

((sorry if you changed your persona in the meantime, as i said earlier, some sonas were drawn before you even changed them, so sorry in advance (also, because this is three or so months old, the style is messed up, and there is some old art mistakes that i was too lazy and tired to fix)

this is getting too tall, but please thank you

this was writing anon- aka me, yuri <3

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chaoticevilbean · 4 years

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Voltron Humans are Weird 6/?

The Paladins had once again won an intense battle. It had been on the planet Cygoth, which was home to a group of humanoids. The Cygi, as they were called, had skin in shades of pale pinks and purples and blues. Their heads were like those of bald humans, but with upside down ears and eyes like felines. Instead of five fingers and five toes, the Cygi had four fingers and six toes, to aid them in their strange environment, along with bug-like wings that hid under hard green and yellow shells.

Said environment was one with 'extreme weather conditions' and 'toxic' rain. The Cygi lived in caves that were on a large cliffside. Since the elements often got within the rocks and all the animals were terrestrial and highly territorial, the aliens would hang upside down and crawl across the ceilings like spiders. They also collected rare minerals that grew down to build their homes and helped them grow food in their strange way of living.

It was these minerals that the Galra wanted. Stronger than 98.97% of all other metals or rocks, they could be used to create impenetrable ships and armor. The Cygi had called Voltron to Cygoth to aid them in protecting their resources and freedom. After they had succeeded, and it became clear that the team only wanted to help, no reward necessary, the leader of the Cygi offered an alliance. New armor and some upgrades for the Paladins and Castle, an increased amount of trade for the aliens, and a plethora of allies for both because of their union.

The talks were boring, and the four younger Paladins found themselves quickly becoming inattentive. Lance got them excused and Pidge ran straight to the edge of the central cave, ignoring how the Cygi were suddenly watching them keenly. It was likely to avoid the Terrans getting attacked by the fauna or killed by the 'toxic' rain that was cascading down just outside. A device was pulled from the depths of the Green Paladin's armor to scan the substance pouring from the atmosphere, and they all peered over the girl's shoulder tensely.

The screen lit up in green.

"HECK YEAH!" Keith shouted, his voice echoing loudly against the stone walls. "Nontoxic!"

"C'mon, Paladudes!" Lance waved his hand at the others in a beckoning motion. "It's time to explore this world and turn Shiro's hair whiter than before!"

The kids dashed forward towards the more organic part of the planet's surface, but paused and turned at the sound of buzzing.

A large group of Cygi were heading straight for the humans, frantic expressions and furiously beating wings drawing the Paladins' attention. It seemed that the team's newest allies were more knowledgeable about their intentions, and were attempting to avoid what they assumed was a dangerous situation.

The teens were not about to let that happen.

"BREAK FOR IT!" Hunk screamed, and there was no way that Shiro and Allura didn't hear that. They only had a few minutes before they would be caught in their escape. The humans dashed for the entrance, and Keith was definitely gonna make it. Pidge wasn't, and Hunk was a coin toss, so Lance took action. The self-sacrificing idiot.

The Blue Paladin grabbed his smaller friend and threw her at his bro.

"CATCH!" The cook caught the child easily, still sprinting to freedom. But the action left Lance behind the herd and much closer to the Cygi. It became obvious how close when his feet left the ground.

"What the flippity floppity flapjack‽ WOAH!" The flying aliens were swift to bring the Terran over to the suspended platform where Shiro, Allura, and all the diplomats were staring down from. It was from there that the kids had originally climbed down the rungs of the strange ladder to get to the floor. "Ah, you lily-livered sons of witches! You snackers! Oh, tick-tack snick-snack frick-frack paddlywack! My father will hear about this, you barnacle-covered Caprisun knock-offs! I'll steal your kneecaps and eat your curtains! You moldy walnuts!" He continued spouting off insults as he was carried over to his leaders, smiling slightly at the look of exasperation on Shiro's face. His words stopped the moment his feet hit the mioxite platform, smile growing exponentially.

"Lance, what were you guys doing?" The older man didn't let Allura speak, taking over the conversation immediately.

"The rain isn't toxic for us, so we were gonna explore. I gotta join the others soon."

"No, you don't gotta."

"I do gotta."

"Why?"

"You want Keith and Pidge alone in unknown territory with just Hunk as their voice of reason?"

"You definitely gotta."

"Shiro, Lance, what is going on?" Allura finally managed to interject. The humans turned towards the Altean, both confused. Lance had just said that he and the others were going to explore Cygoth.

"What d'you mean, princess?"

"What code was Lance speaking?"

"Code? What co- oh." The Black Paladin's face lit up in realization. "She meant the curses. Lance, explain."

"I was cussing without swear words."

"What?"

"I was spouting profanities without ever using actual words that are considered profane. For instance." The boy faced his fellow Terran once more. "Let me strawberries and cream go before I rocky road your face, you useless paperclip."

"Where's that from?"

"Ice cream flavors with the classic inanimate objects with no function. From Tumblr."

"What is ice cream? Is it more... omnivore things?" Allura seemed to be scared she might have to hear more about the meat-eating habits of humans.

"Nah, don't worry, princess," Lance assured her. "Ice cream is a chilled treat back home. We found out that there's many animals we can safely farm for their milk. When done correctly, it doesn't harm the animals, and we can process the milk for consumption. Process the milk properly, and then you can get ice cream. It comes in many flavors."

"Such as?"

"Strawberries and cream, and rocky road, to name some."

"Are any of those poisonous?"

"I think lactose might be, which is in a good portion of milk, and some nuts are, and definitely chocolate. So, to animals, yeah, most ice cream is toxic, but not always enough to do more than a stomachache."

"Princess, I can take over explaining, but Lance has to go make sure none of the others get into trouble."

The Blue Paladin took that as his cue to leave, climbing down the ladder once more and bolting back to the entrance. In moments, he had disappeared from view, joining his fellow humans outside the caves. Shiro watched him go, internally wishing he could join them.

But they had once again caused a situation that needed explaining, and Lance was needed to prevent an actual disaster from happening, so Shiro had to do damage control solo this time. That's what he got for letting four teenagers kidnap him back into space.

If a human seems to be speaking in code, yet other humans seem to understand them, even on a basic level, ask if they are speaking in 'slang'. This is a Terran term that encompasses many variations of speaking. Much like the difference in linguistics between Blue and Green Zithians, humans will likely have very different slang depending on where they spent their time. A place called Tumbler often fosters a more complex version, whereas Insta Gram has a simpler code.

Humans might invent their own slang in order to packbond properly with one another. Two groups of Terrans hailing from the same locations may have entirely different lexicons due to the change that each team may make. Some individuals may even know more than two versions of slang, in order to establish better relations with their fellow humans. There is very little evidence of what requirements are needed to include learning more than one variation of slang. An example of this would best be shown by the following interaction:

Terran Blue, addressing Terran Yellow: Then he just yeeted it at me, as though I was gonna sit there like a soggy popsicle.

Terran Yellow, responding: That doesn't explain why you turned him into an ice cube.

Terran Green, addressing Terran Blue: "Blue", what was the 411 on those rocket launchers?

Terran Blue, responding: The main man blew a gasket. Didn't make it far, but managed to nab a couple of the suckers.

Terran Yellow, addressing Terran Green: You throw a glitter bomb down the chutes and I'll cop all the cookies.

Terran Green, responding: Do it and you'll lose your kneecaps.

In the above interaction, it was explained that Terran Blue and Terran Yellow were discussing an instance where an object was hurled towards Terran Blue's head. He dodged the object and used a weapon to freeze his opponent in a section of ice. Terran Green was inquiring about a mission and the weapons that were supposed to be gained if it succeeded. Terran Blue informed of the partial success they achieved, after which Terran Yellow warned Terran Green to not perform certain playful acts. Terran Green responded with a more intimidating warning.

However, as seen, there were many different instances of slang usage. All three of the humans used at least two versions, yet they all hold very different positions. Terran Green is a scientist, Terran Yellow is (assumed to be) a chef, and Terran Blue is (assumed to be) a diplomat. Their needs for their positions are greatly varied, leading to confusion as to the education of humans.

In all events of slang use, please proceed with great caution. A greater percentage of this subject is unknown than the previous logs. Refrain from attempting the replication of slang unless the code has been explained to you by a Terran. Humans have not shown much aggression yet, but they may do so if provoked on an emotional level.

#voltron #vld #lance #keith #shiro #pidge #hunk #allura #oneshots #voltron oneshots

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starbirdfinch · 3 years

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Welcome To My Tumblr!

★ Bio ★

Star ★ She/Her ★ 23 ★ Hetero-Ally

You can all just call me Star- I am an artist and writer. Mainly a comic artist, character designer, and currently practicing concept art and hopefully story boarding. I will post my artwork, will mainly would be random drawings or practice art, possibly even short stories- I hope you guys enjoy what I post and I appreciate any form of support!

I always wanted to create stories ever since I was a child; have been working bits and pieces of my art and stories almost everyday from doing small doodles to planning worlds & concepts. Part of me will feel like my stories might not be good enough but I’m enjoying the journey of improving my art, writing, and storytelling & hope I’d be able to finish one story. ^^

★ Media ★

Currently Working On!

Will add more soon!

★ Disclaimers ★

• If you want to draw my characters- you have my permission. All I ask is no ship art with anyone other than their love interest, no NSFW (ESPECIALLY my persona and animal characters), no genderbends, and no human forms of my animal characters.

• Please keep in mind that some of the things I post here that are related to stories may not be set in stone. This is just where I post my concept and ideas.

• My stories also contain dark content- mainly gore and death. I will put warnings of the dark contents my stories have and if they contain content that make you uncomfortable, I recommend not reading it.

• The short stories and comics I post about my characters will either be canon or not canon, some of them would be just for practice or fun. If Canon, the story will have ✩C✩ at the beginning of the story. If Non-Canon, the story will have a ✩NC ✩.

• I also may not post much as of right now as I want to try and focus on my mental health and straighten out my life- I will be posting artwork but stories may be a while.

★ Facts About Me ★

✩ I like playing Video Games- mainly Visual Novels and Story Interactive games. Some of my favorite games are- Dragon Age Series, What Remains of Edith Finch, Pyschonauts 1 & 2, Mass Effect Series, Andromeda Six, Red Embrace Series, The Errant Kingdom, When the Night Comes, Fatal Frame Series.

✩ I have too many stories and original characters. :,3

✩ I have two fluff demons aka kitties who are my little troublemakers. I had the first one since he was a tiny kitten, my mother owned his mama and the second one, I adopted her as a kitten we found meowing under our house one day. ❤️

✩ I don’t like coffee. I actually prefer tea. My favorite tea is French Vanilla black tea with milk and sugar.

✩ I watch several cartoons and anime. Some of my favorite shows are The Owl House, Akudama Drive, Rugrats, My Hero Academia, and Gravity Falls.

✩ I have ADHD, had it ever since I was a child. I also show symptoms of anxiety.

✩ I love reading webcomics- some of my favorites are Blades of Furry, Eaternal Nocturnal, Homesick, I Hope So, TRUE FUTURE, Litterbox Comics, Pixie and Brutus, No North, the Dog Star.

Have a Cookie! 🍪 😊

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sserpente · 4 years

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A/N: May the Forth be with you, my lovelies! Kylo isn’t exactly nice in this one and I have no idea why it got so dark. Definitely no fluff. Well. Dark side and cookies and stuff. 🍪 Requests from @mitsuhkai (I changed it up just a tiny little bit so it made sense for the story) and two anons.

Words: 3989 Warnings: violence, abuse (somewhat) and lack of aftercare, smut, angst

“Can I get you anything? Some water? Food?”

You shook your head mutely, hugging yourself in an attempt to stay warm. It was the adrenaline in your veins that was slowly wearing off. You wanted nothing. Nothing but to go home—you did not want to be in the middle of a war.

“I’ll go get you a blanket.” His name was Poe Dameron. He was nice—considerate. He had been among the group that had saved you before the planet evaporated, turned into a pile of dust floating in the galaxy. You had known it would happen sooner or later. Living in this place had been worse than trading garbage on Jakku. Now, at long last, someone had taken revenge. You only wished it could have happened without countless innocent lives being taken. You had been lucky to survive and now you wanted nothing more than to find your way back to your own home planet.

“So… who are they?” You asked with a quiet and exhausted voice when Poe returned, wrapping a dark red wool blanket around you. “The people who blew up the planet?”

“You really don’t know?”

You shook your head.

“They call themselves the First Order. They are a radical group aiming to bring the entire galaxy under their control. Their leader is called Kylo Ren, he is… was Leia’s son.”

Your lips parted. You had met Leia earlier. You could hardly believe she was fighting her own flesh and blood.

“How… how would they accomplish that? Rule everything? That is impossible.” And ridiculous, you added mutely. This entire war was ridiculous. You wanted to go home so bad it physically ached.

“He is looking for force-sensitives. The more of them he succeeds in pulling to the dark side, the more dangerous the First Order gets for us. We are looking for them too, we’re bringing them to Leia before he can find them.”

“When can I go home?”

Poe smiled weakly. “Soon. We needed a device that is called a wayfinder. It will take you and the other survivors straight to your home planet.” It was lightyears away—in a world where Kylo Ren, the First Order and the Resistance did not exist. A world where the Force was but a peaceful companion to those who wielded it. Nothing was just black and white but at least, no one had started a war over control and power.

“Poe! They’re here.” It was a young woman, a redhead with blue eyes. Undoubtedly another member of the Resistance. A blaster was dangling from her brown belt. She was carrying a tiny black box.

“What?!” The pilot jumped up from his seat opposite you, alarmed and ready to attack. “How many ships?”

“Just one, Poe. Look at us. There’s only a handful of us left. I don’t think they came to kill us. Leia said they are searching for the wayfinder too.”

The wayfinder you need to get home. Your face fell as it went white, just when the redhead turned to you.

“Will you stay here and watch this?” She said, holding up the box. “We can barricade the doors to give you as much protection as possible.”

With an eager nod, you took it, the blanket sliding from your shoulders and to the ground. If necessary, you would protect this wayfinder—however it worked—with your life if only it meant you would be home again soon. You should have never left in the first place, looking for adventure. It seemed so absurd to you for now, adventure had found you.

Poe and his friend left, the metal doors sliding shut, locked. If you didn’t know better, it would have felt like being trapped. Nothing prepared you for when the ship you were on was shook by some massive impact and sent its construction shattering to pieces. You screamed when the room began to collapse in on itself, a large chunk of debris burying you underneath it. The box fell from your grasp in but a second, clattering to the ground a few feet away from you.

Panting, you came up for fresh air, coughing when you accidentally inhaled the dust practically steaming up from the broken furniture like moist fog. Your right leg was jammed. You winced when you looked down and attempted to pull yourself free only to draw blood scraping against the sharp end of whatever kept you glued to the ground. It hurt. Overwhelmed by the burning pain, you lied back down, taking a deep breath.

It was then somebody entered whatever was left of this control room full of panels and buttons broken beyond repair now—your breath caught in your throat. A tall figure, male judging by his frame, wearing a black cloak and a terrifying mask scanned the destruction around him with clenched fists. Your eyes widened. A lightsaber was dangling from his black belt. Was this Kylo Ren?

He strutted further into the room, his gaze—entirely hidden by the mask—presumably catching sight of the small box. Your heart skipped a beat, unsure of what was more horrifying. Being alone with a very dangerous man who sought to control the galaxy or the fact he was about to steal from you the only way to return home. He had not noticed you yet. It was likely that to him, you were no more than an unconscious body, a victim of his triumph over the Resistance. Right until your instinct sealed your fate forever.

“No!” You screamed when his gloved fingers reached for the box, stretching your arm out in a desperate attempt to prevent him from bringing it into his possession, willing it to be flung out of his reach—when suddenly, the box bid your will. It practically flew away from him, landing on the ground and slithering across the metal tiles. In shock, you looked down at your shaking hands. What had you done? Was this… had you used the Force?

Kylo Ren’s head turned in your direction so fast your blood ran cold. Breathing heavily, you gaped at his expressionless mask, struggling to break free from your prison of debris. The throbbing pain in your leg was still excruciating and yet you could not even begin with comparing it to the ice cold fear washing over your helpless form on the ground when he stood, tilted his head slightly and marched over to you. You could already feel the heat of his lightsaber singeing your skin, the hot blade slashing through your guts, killing you fast.

A strike which would spell doom for you, however, never came. Instead, when you dared look up at him again, Kylo Ren was offering you his hand. He was using the Force to move the metal from your leg, finally freeing it and providing you instant relief. Carefully, you moved your ankle. It hurt—but nothing appeared to be broken.

“(Y/N)!” The last thing you remembered was falling unconscious, right into somebody’s arms.

The room in which you awoke was dark and intimidating. Another ship, you figured. More panels, more metal, this room, however, resembled a medical station. Drowsily, you sat up to find a handful of droids moving back and forth on wheels. Your leg had been bandaged.

“Ah, Miss. You are awake. We will alert the Supreme Leader at once.” You flinched when one of them addressed you, its silver body reflecting the dim light.

“No, wait!” But the droid was already wandering off. Where were you? What was happening? What had happened already? You remembered using the Force. The Force! This was impossible. Another flinch when the metal doors slid open and revealed lights coming from the hallway. You shielded yourself from the sudden brightness—and it was then you discovered the blaster on a shelf next to a white helmet. It must have belonged to one of their soldiers and been deposited here during his treatment. Without any hesitation, you took it. You had been defenceless the first time you had met the First Order. You would not be so again now.

Kylo Ren’s gloved fists were clenched again when he entered the medical station, straight towards you. He had offered you his hand… but for what? Surely, he was hostile! You did not think. All you did was aim at him. Next thing you knew you were already being flung through the air, smashing against the wall. You sank to the ground with a groan. Wherever the blaster had landed, it was now out of your reach.

“What do you want from me?” You screamed at him before you could even see him. Kylo Ren did not utter a word until he was hovering above you like a giant, forcing you to tilt your head back to face his mask. “I’m not with the Resistance!” You continued helplessly. “If that is why you took me you might as well let me go again!”

“Let you go?” He finally spoke a little amused, sending a shiver down your spine. His voice was being modulated behind that mask. You swallowed thickly. “I don’t think so. You are force-sensitive. I am not letting one of the most powerful individuals off of my ship.”

It occurred to you only then. Force-sensitive. If you had truly used the Force and Kylo Ren had seen it, you were done for. The dark side… well, you didn’t even know that the light side was all about!

You snorted indignantly. “Powerful? I… I didn’t even get to pull the trigger before you threw me against the wall, which hurt by the way!”

“You tried to shoot me.” He stated matter-of-factly, bending down further to study your face.

“Well… how would you feel if a man in a mask and that… that lightsaber started at you like a berserker?”

Kylo simply ignored your protest. “I will train you. You will learn to control your powers, and use them.”

Desperately, you shook your head. “No. Please, just let me go home. I don’t want to be part of any of this.” You paused. “What happened to Poe?” He had yelled your name before you passed out, you remembered this much. It had been his voice.

“Poe Dameron, the Resistance pilot? I have no idea. I will not let you go. You need a teacher.”

“I don’t need anything except for that wayfinder.”

Kylo coldly ignored you. “The droids will show you to your new living quarters.” And just like that, he stood again, turned on his heel and left you.

The living quarters Kylo Ren had provided you with were impressive, to say the least—or perhaps you were merely used to worse back on your home planet. They were spacious, equipped with a double bed and your own attached washing room. If only you were here by your own free will.

Nearly two months had passed since your arrival on the Finalizer and you had no idea where Kylo had hidden the wayfinder. He was intimidating you for sure but over the last weeks… something had changed.

First off, he had showed you his face. Then, he had showed you emotions.

Focused, you brought your stick—a lame excuse for a weapon, for Ren did not trust you with a real lightsaber just yet—against the Stormtrooper armour before you, swirling around in a lightheaded manner. You were a natural. He would never admit it but he admired the way you fought, watching you in awe, hands clasped behind his back. You made it look like art. Your body was passionate—only your mind was not. He could feel it. You were shielding yourself from the Force even after all of his endeavours and to be truly honest, it was driving him crazy.

“You could be so much stronger. You should have smashed that dummy to pieces by now. You are hardly using any of what I have taught you.” His words stung all the more without the modulation of his mask. You sighed. “You are weak.”

“I am not weak.” You spat, glaring at him with dismay and disappointment. What did he expect? You had never wanted this. The fact you were starting to develop feelings for him did not help. Kylo Ren was not the monster the Resistance had made him out to be—not to you. Besides, he was still here as opposed to them. Were they even trying to find you? Had they given up on you, would they risk for you to become a Sith?

Well, you did not want to become a Sith, or a Jedi. Kylo had forced you into the middle of a war that was not yours to fight. He did not see it. He did not want to see it.

“Yes, you are.”

You growled. “Well, have you ever considered why?! You would have killed me had I refused to become your stupid student!”

Kylo’s eye twitched. He did not object—of course not. It was the truth. The only reason you stayed with him was that you had no one else left. So far away from home, you were alone. Kylo Ren was the only one who took care of you, albeit in his very own way. You should despise him for making you so dependent on him.

Blinking away the tears in your eyes, you dropped the stupid stick and fled out of the room. You knew the ship well by now and as long as you were as far away from him as possible, you would be content with sulking away in a quiet corner where nobody could see you, to take some time wrangling with your own emotions.

What were you even doing here? You should have done anything in your power to flee, steal a ship or an emergency capsule. Instead, you had let him web you into his schemes like a spider its dinner. Why did part of him have to be so… human? So vulnerable even? It made despising him all the harder.

Sobbing quietly, you wiped your tears away. But it was only then you realised that you were not alone anymore. Somebody was watching you. Great. From smoke to smother. It was Hux. The General had a thing for you. At first, you had been certain he only meant to provoke Kylo here and then but there seemed to be more, much more. He was usually there first whenever the two of you fought and you ran from him, almost as if he was downright waiting for you to argue so he could be your shoulder to lean on. At least that felt nice from time to time.

“Did he hurt you?” When you said nothing, Hux pressed his lips together to a thin line. Well yes, all the time. It felt like being in an abusive relationship when in reality, you hadn’t even kissed. Not that you wouldn’t want to. Kylo was a handsome man, you… growling, you stopped your thoughts from escalating.

“You deserve better, (Y/N). Unlike him, I would treat you with respect.” You smiled bitterly. You liked his accent. Everything he said sounded so graceful and yet… Hux would never be more to you than another good-looking and powerful man with a passion for the First Order. “If you truly think that, find me that wayfinder. I want to go home.”

He was taken aback, without a doubt. Blinking, he took a moment to reply.

“You are not leaving this ship, (Y/N).”

You snorted. “Of course not…”

Silence spread between you. Hux was not one for showing a lot of emotion—yet you tensed when his hand came up in a hesitant attempt to touch you and provide comfort.

“Is there a problem, General?” Kylo’s voice, without the helmet this time, buzzed through your ears like the bass of a guitar. You closed your eyes. Here we go—acting like a jealous boyfriend after a dramatic breakup.

Hux gulped. He was afraid of him now that Kylo was the Supreme Leader, ever since he almost choked him to death. You scoffed. His cowardice was one of the reasons you two could never work out. Kylo Ren on the other hand… no, stop.

He spoke up before Hux was out of sight, hurrying away with a murderous expression on his face. “If you ever speak to him again, I will make you regret it.”

“Excuse me? He is the General, what do you expect me to do, ignore him?”

“He has no authority over you. The only one you will take orders from is me.”

“I beg to differ.”

Kylo’s head snapped in your direction so fast you almost flinched. Now you had made him angry. He hated it when you questioned his abilities as a leader.

“What are you doing?” You spat. “You’ve said enough. I’m done.”

“Get back to the training room.”

“No! Did you listen to a word I just said? You just don’t get it, do you? I will never be as determined as you because I don’t care! I don’t care about the Force, I don’t care about this stupid war and I hate you! I bloody hate you!” You did not hate him but you ought to. That was the problem. You were not even in a relationship. The Stormtroopers as well as every other damned employee on this godforsaken ship all shared their theories, of course… but they were all lies, nonsense. So why did it feel like you were breaking up? Was it because he was providing for you when no one else did all the while forbidding you to leave his custody?

“Good! Let your anger out finally! Let it consume you! I know you can feel the Force pulsing through your veins, I can feel it pulsing inside of you!” He hissed, a few drops of his saliva landing on your face.

Screaming bloody murder, you lunged at him, determined to thrash him with the only weapon you had—in this case, your bare fists. You were too caught up in your rage to realise you actually hit him repeatedly until he waved his hand and snatched your wrists to immobilise you, pressing you against the metal column. You grunted in pain as it shot up your spine, pairing with hot desire pulsing through your veins.

You knew the moment his lips came crashing down on yours and your force-sensitivity melted together like molten silver and gold, cracking the pillar he had smashed you against that he had defeated you. His gloved fingers were forcing their way under your skirt, tearing your underwear in two only to elicit an indignant scream from you. His only response was his tongue sliding into your mouth and claiming it for a passionate kiss knocking all air from your lungs yet again. The pain in your back had subsided to a dull throbbing by the time he had freed his already hard cock from layers and layers of dark fabric, the pink tip leaking precum pressing against your bare folds and his lips still devouring yours in a most dominant manner.

Your own body was betraying you, arousal running down your inner thighs and staining his black coat as he bucked his hips and lifted you up effortlessly, making you feel tiny and fragile in his grasp. There would have been no time to protest even if you had wanted to, the most depraved parts of your mind struggling against the rational one as he sheathed himself deep inside of you without a warning and began thrusting into you frantically without granting you even a chance of getting used to his intrusion, or his girth.

Finally, Kylo released your mouth and instead tended to your neck. He was nibbling on your sensitive skin gently first before sinking his teeth into your flesh so hard he drew blood and you screamed, digging your fingernails into his clothed shoulders as he rutted into you like a wild wolf whose mind had been taken by rabies.

Perhaps he had. Perhaps he had forgotten in this very moment that he was your master and that you were his apprentice and he would instead realise that he couldn’t cage you like a female lioness just waiting to scratch her captors’ eyes out.

But against all reason, having him fuck you against the metal pillar felt amazing, liberating even—almost as if all the aggressive tension between had finally found a vent to escape through and make mindless prey out of you—prey which enjoyed being taken thoroughly by him.

Kylo growled, picking up his pace. His cock grazed your g-spot with every powerful thrust, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. It was not quite enough to toss you over that delicious edge taking your thoughts miles away from the Finalizer, if only for a few moments; and yet you moaned when he retreated almost entirely and pumped into you one last time, as deep as he possibly could, to fill you up with his warm seed. You could feel ropes of his cum like an endless stream coating your tight walls as he throbbed and pulsed, riding out his orgasm all the while you fought back your tears of exhaustion… and disappointment.

No emotion, no love. Passion, maybe, though not the kind you were so desperate for.

Kylo Ren might have needed you—but not in the way you needed him. You gasped when he pulled out, the proof of his strong climax slowly dribbling down your naked thighs. Without a single word but shaking digits nonetheless, he tucked his softening member back into his black trousers and watched you lean against the pillar in fear your knees would cease to support you.

“I’m leaving.” You said breathlessly, a wet stream of hot tears rolling down your cheeks and worsening your sight.

He scoffed in response. “You’re dismissed for the night. Get some rest for tomorrow. I want to see if your technique has improved.”

In his very own twisted and inexplicable way, he did not want you to leave him. It came to you only then. He could have killed you the moment you had admitted you would never truly commit to the dark side, must have felt it even, your imbalance, your indecisiveness, your lack of ambition and yet… you were still here. You were alive—and just a moment ago, his dick had been inside of you.

“It’s over, Kylo. I said I’m leaving.”

“You’re not leaving.”

“Oh yes, I am.” You retorted bitterly.

“I said you’re not leaving!” His command echoed through the entire hallway, about as loud as his fist colliding with the metal wall next to your head to leave a dent. “You’re mine!” Sparks erupted from it as he yelled, leading to the assumption he had broken some mechanism.

“S-Supreme Leader?”

“What?!” He spun around to face an officer, likely aware of the fact his last hour had struck in this very moment.

“We… we’re under attack. The Resistance, they have—“ An explosion interrupted him, followed by the entire ship shaken by what felt like a merciless earthquake. Kylo gave you a brief look. For just a second, you thought to be seeing remorse in his brown eyes—remorse, along with a silent plead not to leave.

It was gone so fast you regretted considering to miss this chance. Your way out of here. Your way back home, with or without the wayfinder. The Resistance might have abandoned you all those weeks ago but at least, they would pose as your means to escape, for you to return to your life.

“Supreme Leader, please, we need you in the control room now!”

You sobbed—and then you turned around and fled, his hot gaze seemingly burning holes into your back; without looking behind. And just this once, you did not feel the Force stopping you.

A/N: Check out my blog to find more Imagines and take a glimpse at my first (to be) published novel! If you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate so much if you supported me on Kofi! ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥

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fluffyskies · 4 years

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Laughter is just as Sweet (Part 3)

Sanders Sides

Ship: Could be seen as Logicality

Category: Tickling

Characters: Ler Patton, Lee Logan!

Summary: The sides have been eating a little too many sweets and Patton is hear to show them that they're not the only thing that is sweet.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Roman and Patton cuddled watching cartoons after their little tickle session. But a little while later he got up.

"Are you on the prowl again Pat?"

"You know it, gotta catch your partner in crime" he winked.

Roman chuckled at the joke "Go get him" he said smile turning feral. He just wanted Logan to get what he deserved because he left him ( since he went *nyoom*).

With that Patton fled the scene.

He had been looking for a good while but Logan was nowhere to be found...

Logan's Pov.

Logan currently was all over the place and was just running from the inevitable. I mean he did know he'd he caught eventually, but why not make it harder. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was hoping he'd get caught, but at the same time he hoped that Patton would give up.

Right now he was hiding in his room under his bed. To be honest he knew this was not a good place to hide but he was running out of options. Patton was really good at hide and seek. But he was knocked back into reality when he heard his voice making him hold his breath.

Back to Patton

"Hmm where is he" he growled.

He decided to try Logan's room it was a fifty percent chance he'd actually hide there. But he might as well try.

"Logi~ where are you?" he said as he opened his door.

Logan legit just froze like a statue.

"It's not very nice to keep the Tickle monster waiting~, the Tickle monster is hungry~"

Logan watched Patton's movements from under the bed going silent when he got closer.

"Wouldn't it be great if I got to taste your cute giggles~"

Logan blushed, the blood rushing through out his body like never ending adrenaline.

Patton frowned when nothing seemed to happen, but something was telling him that Logan indeed was hiding somewhere in here. So he decided to up the ante and pulled out some feathers. Twirling them in his fingers, one of them was big and fluffy, another was not as fluffy but silk like, and the last was stiff but equally as tickly.

Logan gulped he was quite feather sensitive and the thought of feathers all over his body was making his lee mood even stronger.

All of a sudden Logan's eyes widened when he saw the feathers that Patton had fall to the ground. They fell lightly gliding on the air and landed softly on the floor. They fell right in front in the bed.

Logan couldn't conceal the whimper than left his mouth, so he tried backing up further under the bed. But there was a pole and he hit his head on it in the process.

"Ouch" he said quietly then he froze again hopefully that wasn't enough sound to alert Patton.

He waited for a moment nothing, Patton's figure didn't move from where he was standing. He thought he didn't hear anything so he sighed in relief.

"Gotcha" Patton said all of a sudden

Logan wasn't sure why he said it but it didn't matter because now he was face to face with Patton himself.

"Found youuuu~" he purred.

Shocked, Logan sputtered out a "how did you know?" though he probably heard him making noise.

"I had a hunch" he smiled brightly.

A hunch!? Patton really found him because he had a feeling? he cursed at the fact that Patton was good at guessing.

"Anyway, now I have to tickle you"

"Waihihit! I'm sorry for trying to steal cookies!" He shouted.

"Awe I forgive you...but you shouldn't say sorry to me you should say it to poor Roman, after all it was you who left him and he had to take the punishment".

"I-I can apologize to him!"

Patton giggled "A little too late for that" as he grabbed Logan's ankle making him squeak.

Patton dragged Logan out from under his bed and sat on his waist, but unlike Virgil and Roman they were on their backs Logan was on his stomach.

"What a lovely canvas I have" he said as he pushed Logan's shirt up to reveal his back.

Logan squirmed feeling the cool air on his warm back. And just as he feared he saw Patton's hand grab the feathers that he dropped earlier.

"Hey, Lo what's something that is just as sweet as cookies?"

Surprised at the sudden question.

He said "giggles?"

Patton gasped.

"Wow! you got it correct" Patton said happily.

"Now...the Tickle monster must reward you"

Apon hearing this Logan started to squirm even more to try and escape.

"N-no that's ok he doesn't have to-" his words being interrupted with a squeal when he felt a finger slide down his back.

"Oh but he does" Patton replied in a teasy tone.

And with that Patton chose a feather and started to draw like it was a pencil.

"Eehehehek!" Logan yelped

"Does it tickle?"

"Yohohou knohohohw ihihit dohohoes!!"

"I guess I forgot...that your ticklish" Patton said with a grin.

God if Logan could just crawl out of his skin he sure would of done it by now. If this teasing continues he certainly won't survive.

"Say Lo, can you guess what I'm drawing?"

Since Logan was in a loop of giggles he just nodded his head.

Patton started to draw a flower relishing all the squeals and squeaks that were made in the process.

"Can you guess what I drew?"

"Ihihi thihink yohuhu mahehede a flohohower" he said with his giggles.

"Yes, that's correct!"

"You know if guess right you get a prize".

"What's the prize?" he asked

"More Tickles!" the fatherly trait said as he ditched the feather and started to squeeze his sides.

"AH-hahahah!" Logan squealed.

"Mmmmm what adorable laughter you have it's quite delicious".

"Ihihits nahahaht dehelihicious!!"

"It's not?, But the Tickle monster says it's a five star meal, not to mention it's super duper cute!"

"Nohohoho!" Logan giggled

"Oooh we can't forget your blushy wushy face!"

Logan was just about dying so he covered his face with his hands.

"Hey cutie pie don't hide your pretty face"

The logical side just ignored him and continued to giggle in his hands.

Patton pouted, but then got an idea. He reached to tickle his ribs and armpits. Just as he thought Logan shot his arms down to protect himself. And he grabbed both arms and secured them under his legs restraining them.

"There we go!, now we can see that cute face that everyone knows and loves."

"Pahahatohohon!!!"

"Yeeeeeeees that's my name" he joked

"Pleahehese!"

"Please what?"

"Lihihighter tihihickles!!" he squeaked

"Ok! light it is"

Patton just went back to tracing Logan's back with the feathers.

"Hehehehe!" he giggled

"Is this better Logi?"

"Yehehes Ihihits fihihihine" he answered

Looking at how happy Logan looked made Patton just melt he really liked to tickle the sides to make them feel better.

It had been about 15 minutes of light tracing with the feathers. And Patton gave Logan a break to calm down from his giggle high. After he had calmed down he said something that surprised Patton a bit.

"U-umm Patton?"

"Yes?"

"C-could you do that a-again?"

"Do what? a smirk starting taking over.

"T-the thing y-you did with the feathers that caused me to laugh" he explained.

"You mean when I was tickling you?"

"Y-yes when you where ti-yeah that" he said as he blushed.

"Awwe sure I'd love to"

Logan guessed Patton was going around tickling each side because they including him we're a bit sad about being banned form cookies for a while.

So just as Logan requested Patton continued lightly tickling his back for as long as he wanted him to.

Hey! You've reached the end hope you enjoyed sorry if there were spelling mistakes. (Part 4) Final will be out soon prob in the next few days. Have a good day :D

Little note: I had to add the nyoom it was funny tag 🤣

#Sanders Sides #Logicality #Ler Patton!#Lee Logan!#Tickling #Tickle #T-fic #Fanfiction #Skye writes

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aurorapillar · 4 years

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Title: doMECHstic life

Fandom: The Mechanisms

Characters: The Mechanisms Ensemble, Dr Carmilla

Summary: Some small domestic moments in the lives of the mechs

“You’re cheating.” Jonny accused Nastya, as he glared at the pile of cards on the table, “There’s no way you have such a good hand.”

Nastya stuck out her tongue at him as she slapped down a draw two, forcing Ashes to add more cards to their hand. “You're just upset you’re losing.” She told him, waving the small amount of cards she had left tauntingly in his face. “So much for you being a ‘dab hand at the cards’ I guess.”

Ashes snorted at that, “She’s got you there Jonny.” They commented, before glaring at their hand in displeasure, Nastya’s last move had totally messed up their plan to win. “Besides, aren't you the one cheating?”

“Of course I’m cheating!” Jonny informed her, “And so are you! Which is why there’s no way Nastya could be winning if she’s not cheating as well!”

“Wait…” From across the table Brian looked at them with a hurt expression. “You guys are cheating?”

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“Ow!” Tim winced as the hand he’d been reaching out to grab cookie dough with was smacked with a wooden spoon. “What was that for?” He demanded, shooting a glare at his attacker that might have been intimidating had they not seen it so many times before.

“Hands off.” Jonny growled, scooting the bowl out of reach of the gunner. “It’s not good to eat the dough.”

Tim scoffed, “Oh come on, what’s the worst that could happen? I die of salmonella poisoning?”

“Oh, you’ll die all right.” Jonny told him, his hand moving towards his gun; however before he could actually do anything the sound of metal clattering against metal rang through the kitchen, causing both he and Tim to turn around in search of the source.

“Really? You too?”

“Hey, I was here first!”

Tim and Jonny both began to yell as they caught sight of Marius sitting at the counter, his metal hand stuck into the bowl of cookie dough and a totally unrepentant look on his face.

“They’re going to get eaten anyway.” He pointed out with a shrug, “Why wait?”

Jonny shot him as an answer. As he then turned his gun back towards Tim, the man raised his hands in surrender.

“I’ll wait, I’ll wait.” Normally he wouldn’t have been too worried about Jonny shooting him, but everyone knew Jonny made the best cookies on the ship, if he died there was no guarantee he’d revive before they all got eaten.

xxxxxx

There was a displeased expression on Nastya’s face as she stood, arms crossed, staring at Gunpowder Tim and the Toy Soldier in annoyance. “Did you even get any of the things I asked for?”

Tim glanced at the large pile of shopping behind him and shrugged, he honestly didn’t even remember what Nastya had asked them to get.

“We Had A Wonderful Time!” The Toy Soldier exclaimed, a happy smile on it’s painted face. It wasn’t really sure what they’d gone out to do, but it had been included and so it was happy.

Nastya rubbed at her forehead, feeling the start of a headache forming; all she’d wanted was some components to finish repairs, and instead she’d ended up with….well honestly she wasn’t sure. Within the numerous bags she could see candy, toys, clothes, decorations, and all manner of other things; the most eye-catching of all their purchases though was the giant human sized teddy bear.

“Why?” She asked, gesturing wildly at it. “Why?”

The Toy Soldier’s already big grin grew wider, wider than it should be able to in fact, but Nastya had spent far too long in the same crew as it to even notice.

“It’s Very Soft!”

Tim nodded in agreement to the Toy Solider’s claim and Nastya felt her headache grow even stronger. “How did you even get Ashes to let you….” She trailed off as she finally noticed that the other Mechanism was nowhere to be seen. She’d sent them along with Tim and the Toy Soldier since Ashes tended to take their responsibility as Quartermaster rather seriously, and thus was more likely to not frivolously buy stuff.

And yet there were plenty of frivolous purchases in front of her and no sign of Ashes.

“What happened?”

Tim shifted nervously, Nastya was no Jonny, but she could still be terrifying when she was angry.

“Well...there was this bonfire…”

xxxxxx

“Jonny Old Chap! Look” Jonny winced as the Toy Soldier enthusiastically slapped at his arm and pointed out the car window in a random direction. “There’s a McDonalds.”

Jonny gave a halfhearted glance out the window and scowled as he saw that there was in fact a McDonalds a little further ahead, he knew what would be coming next.

“We Should Stop And Get Something!”

“Yeah! I want a hamburger!” Tim agreed, and Jonny’s hand tightened on the wheel in annoyance.

“We are not stopping.” He firmly told them. Stopping would make getting to their destination take even longer and he wanted to get out of this stupid car as soon as possible.

He hated planets where the main method of transportation was cars, not because they were less technologically advanced than what he was used to, but because they were so enclosed and cramped. Give him a nice horse to ride, a train he could walk around in or a big spaceship as a method of travel, anything but a car that was filled with his idiot crewmates.

If he wasn’t the one being forced to drive perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad, he could close his eyes and attempt to take a nice nap until they got to their destination. Unfortunately, someone who totally wasn’t him, had shot their unusual driver Brian after he’d complained one too many times about them killing the cars original owner; and thus he’d found himself behind the wheel, since he didn’t trust any of the others to do it. It would have been much easier of course to just have the Aurora drop them off at their destination, but Nastya, Ashes and Raphaella had declared they had plans for the planet, plans that would be ruined if anyone saw the Aurora.

Which, given the unspoken rule among the crew to not deliberately mess up each others’ plans on a planet, meant they had to run errands the local way. Of course, Jonny had noticed that Ashes, Nastya and Raphaella all conveniently had other stuff they had to do when it came time to run said errands.

“It’s still a long drive Jonny, As a doctor I would recommend we make sure we have sustenance to keep us going.” Marius piped up from his place in the backseat, and Jonny took a hand off the wheel to flip him off.

“You’re not a real doctor Marius.” He gruffly told him, “Don’t try and pull that.”

“Actually,” Tim commented, pulling out a piece of paper and passing it forward to Ivy in the front seat. “I have his diploma right here.”

As Jonny glanced at the piece of paper and let out a snort, it was a rather impressive forgery, or rather it would have been were it not entirely written in crayon.

“When did you even make this?”

Tim shrugged, “Maybe I’ll tell you after we get McDonalds.”

“We’re not getting McDonalds.” That didn’t seem to be the answer Tim wanted and he quickly started up a chant, which Marius and the Toy Soldier joined him in.

“McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!”

Rubbing at his forehead, Jonny glanced at Ivy beside him; at least she wasn’t being an annoyance.

“I wouldn’t mind something to eat.”

Jonny quickly changed his mind, Ivy was a traitor.

“Alright, you know what? Fine, we’ll stop.” Jonny told them, turning to pull into the McDonalds drive thru, and the chanting turned to cheers.

“Hi, can I take your order?” The woman at the window asked, and Jonny let out a sigh.

“Yeah, can I get one black coffee?”

xxxxx

“Watch it.” Jonny growled, ducking to avoid getting hit by one of Raphaella ’s hands as she gestured wildly in order to emphasize her point. The scientist barely spared him a glance however before returning to complaining.

“And then she had the nerve to get the Aurora to lock me out of my lab! Can you believe it?”

“That’s rough.” Brian consoled, half his attention focused on making sure the nail polish went on her fingers smoothly. “You did blow a hole in one of the walls though, you can’t blame her for being upset.”

Raphaella scoffed, “Jonny shots holes in the wall all the time and you don’t see Nastya getting upset.”

That earned her disbelieving looks from the other two occupants of the room.

“Have you somehow managed to miss all the times she’s chased me through the halls with a wrench?” Jonny questioned, before pausing and thinking about it for a moment. “Actually with how much time you spend in your lab you might have.”

Raphaella opened her mouth to argue, before realizing that he had a point. Instead she turned to Brian.

“Are you almost done? I really need to try to get back into my lab before my experiment gets away.”

Brian mentally filled the later half of that comment in his mind under ‘things I might need to be concerned about later’ and then nodded.

“They just need to dry, then you should be good to go.” He turned to Jonny. “Want me to paint yours too?”

“Sure.”

xxxxx

“Nastya look!” Nastya jumped slightly before turning to glare at the jerk of a first mate who’d startled her by whispering right into her ear. The man in question looked entirely unrepentant as he pointed across the street towards a store, or more specifically the sign in the window reading ‘All Candy 50% off’. “What do you think?”

Nastya frowned, the idea of candy was appealing, but she was well aware that neither she nor Jonny had any money on them. “I doubt Carmilla will go for it.” She told him.

“Go for what?” This time it was both of them who jumped as the doctor’s voice suddenly came from behind them. Whirling around they found Carmilla staring at them in amusement; for a moment the three of them just stared at each other and then Carmilla turned her gaze in the direction they’d been looking. “...candy huh?”

She pursed her lips, a thoughtful expression on her face as Nastya and Jonny waited nervously to hear what she would say. They were running somewhat low on funds, but it wouldn’t be that hard to get more, and she had put them through a lot recently.

“Well,” She finally said after what seemed like an eternity to the two mechansims, “I suppose you both do deserve a treat, you can pick out two things each.”

The bright smiles on her kids' faces assured her she’d made the right choice.

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 4 years

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afternoon delight

Peter Quill x Reader

Prompt: “my butt is not a drum, dude.”

Requested by: @jackiecarter91

Summary: the two of you have the ship to yourselves, and peter intends to take full advantage.

Warnings: fluff, smut, kitchen sex, unprotected sex (use a condom!), light spanking, oral sex (female-receiving), adult language

Word Count: 1,822

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You’d already forgotten the name of the planet you had landed on yesterday morning; not that it mattered. It was just a couple of days to refuel and take a break from being cooped up on the ship, but wherever you were, it was warm and bright and kind of… cheerful. Maybe that was the reason for your good mood.

The bay door was open to let in fresh air, and even in the ship’s kitchen you could smell it. Late afternoons planet-side were always one of your favorite times of day, no matter what planet you were on; the rest of the Guardians were usually still out enjoying their time off-ship, and while you often joined them, you honestly sometimes found yourself reveling in the solitude their absence afforded you if you stayed aboard.

Peter had left music playing when he’d left, and you hummed absent-mindedly along with it. If it had been any louder you might not have heard the sound of him re-boarding the ship, his own lilting voice joining that of Hall and Oates.

“I’m in here!” you called out, and a few moments later he strode in the room, all swagger, grin on his face and fingers tapping along the countertop. You shied away from Peter’s lips with a quiet giggle as he stepped up behind you, his mouth finding the side of your neck. His stubble tickled your skin and his hips bumped almost playfully up against your backside. His hands took hold of your hips, his chest pressed to your back.

You pushed him away with a light elbow to the ribs, laughing outright when he simply swooped back in to take hold of you again. “Do you mind? I’m trying to bake here.”

Peter’s breath was warm and tickling against your throat. “And what are you making today?”

You hummed, shrugging a shoulder. “I’m trying to figure out a way to make snickerdoodles… without any actual cinnamon.”

He chuckled quietly, one hand moving to slide delicately through the hair hanging by your ear. “And how’s that going?”

You held up a small ball of dough to him over your shoulder. “You tell me.”

Peter took it from your hand, tossing it back into the bowl. Instead, he took hold of your wrist, bringing your fingers to his mouth. Your eyes closed and you leaned back against him as his tongue curled, warm and wet, around your fingertips and he sucked off the dough sticking to your skin. You couldn’t help the tiny, whimpering moan that escaped your lips as he did. His teeth grazed along your skin as he released you again, sending a small, delicious shiver up your spine.

“Sweet.”

You smirked despite yourself, returning to the bowl in front of you to separate the dough. “But what about the cookie dough?”

Peter snickered in your ear, his teeth catching the lobe of it. He shrugged off his coat without breaking away from you, lips moving down to the curve where your neck met your shoulder, tossing it onto the bench behind him. His hands returned to your waist, his hips pressing against your backside more insistently. You rolled your eyes in amusement, even as you felt arousal begin to blossom low in your belly, as though to match his own burgeoning excitement.

“Well, now I know why you’re back so early,” you said softly, rolling a ball of dough between your palms. “Did any of the others come back with you?”

You felt him shake his head. “What can I say, baby? I missed you.”

You turned your head, arching your neck to smile at him. He grinned back, his nose bumping against yours as he moved to kiss you. You could just barely taste the sugar on his lips, and a moan caught between the two of you as his tongue slid against yours. His hands slipped over your hip and down to your thigh, his fingertips ghosting towards you center. Your breath came out in a shudder as you broke the kiss, his lips touching your cheek and his voice a whisper when he spoke again.

“Care to take a break?”

You wet your lips, still tasting sweetness, and smiled. “Can you wait ‘til I get them in the oven?”

His voice dropped to a huskier, more enticing tone. His hands slid up your front to cup your breasts, and he gave hem a playful teasing squeeze. “You really think I only want twenty minutes with you?”

You wiped your hands on a cloth, turning in his arms and placing your hands on his shoulders. “You’re really that eager?”

“I’m always this eager,” he smirked, moving to kiss you.

You pulled back, patting him on the chest. “Then wait while I clean up.”

You laughed at his answering pout, turning back to your work. It was barely a minute before Peter was behind you again, his hands smoothing down your sides before he began playing out some rhythm on your ass with open hands. You huffed an exhale, eyes rolled to the ceiling in laughter. “Quill.”

“Hmm?”

“My butt is not a drum, dude.”

Peter laughed outright, giving your ass one more playful smack as you moved to put the dough in the fridge. “You done?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Good.” Peter said, pulling you into a heady kiss, a hand in curling in your hair at the nape of your neck. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, as you leaned up onto your toes, eager and wanting. He deepened the kiss as your lips parted, tongue sliding against yours as his other hand tightened on your waist. It wasn’t until you were desperate for breath that you broke away, and Peter surprised you by turning you and bending you over the countertop.

“Wh—”

“Stay there, baby girl.” he ordered in a murmur, smoothing a hand up under your shirt to the small of your back reassuringly. As soon as he felt you relax, he fell to a kneel behind you, tossing your skirt up onto your back, and tugging your underwear down your thighs. His hands smoothed their way up the insides of your legs, easing them further apart gently and lingering at your inner thighs. They continued all the way up to your ass, a hand on each cheek. He spread them, squeezing your flesh, and you practically yelped as he suddenly buried his face in your sex, tongue to your clit.

“Fuck! Peter!” you bucked against his mouth, surprised by the sudden jolt of pleasure that ran through you.

He chuckled against your skin, sending vibrations through you, hands massaging your ass. His tongue curled around your clit, and you reached behind you to grip at his hair. He was just so good at this, always so enthusiastic and willing to please. He slipped his fingers between your folds, sliding a finger slowly inside you. You pushed back against his hand and his mouth, rolling your hips as he curved his finger inside you. You arched as he did, hands pressed to the counter, your entire body tightening deliciously under his touch.

You squealed in surprise as his hand smacked your ass suddenly, his hand immediately smoothing over the lingering sting. He breathed a laugh, pressing a kiss to your thigh by way of apology. “Couldn’t help myself.”

You tightened you grip on his hair, forcing his mouth back to your clit. “As long as you keep going, baby, I don’t care what you do.”

He spanked you three more times before you came, each one eliciting a gasp and a moan from your lips. His tongue continued to circle your clit until your thighs clenched around his head and you forced him away with the hand still gripping at his hair.

He stood, a self-satisfied snicker on his lips when you shuddered at the hand on your hip. He helped you straighten, turning and kissing you. It was soft, almost a whisper against your lips, his fingers ghosting up your arm to curl in your hair.

You leaned back against the kitchen counter, legs shaking and your fingers gripping at the edge of it. The kiss deepened slowly, heat building between you, his lips his sweet and wanting against your own. You could feel the smile on Peter’s lips, the scratch of his stubble against your chin, and the strength in his hands as he lifted you. He set you on the counter, hands sliding down your thighs.

He smirked at you, cocky, as you broke apart, palming himself through his jeans. You leaned forward, hooking your fingers in his belt and pulling him towards you. He stepped in between your legs, fingertips trailing up your thighs. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as you unbuckled his belts, fingers fumbling with the fastenings of his jeans until you were wrapping your fingers around his hard cock.

Peter groaned, low in his throat, as you did, his head falling back for a moment. He took your head in his hands, bordering on roughly, smashing his lips to yours. The kiss was a mix of tongue and lust and the graze of his teeth against your bottom lip. You wrapped your legs around his hips, drawing him in.

The two of you moaned together as he pulled you to the edge of the countertop and pushed his way slowly inside of you, Peter’s lips finding yours again. You wrapped an arm around his neck, the other hand bracing yourself on the bench to thrust forward to meet his hips. His lips fastened to the side of your throat, and you turned your head to the side to allow him more access.

His tongue ran along your neck, teeth grazing over the shell of your ear. You felt a shiver move through you as he muttered sweet nothings in your ear, and when his fingers dipped between you to roll over your clit again, you came hard, your body arching against his.

Peter followed you over the edge, burying a groan in your shoulder as he did. You stroked his hair as you came down, smiling as you felt him bite your collarbone lightly. He kissed the same place, his lips travelling slowly up the side of your neck and along your jaw to your lips.

“You still got it baby,” you murmured against his lips, kissing him as he slid out of you. Peter grinned, reaching behind you to pat your ass affectionately.

“Damn straight.” He helped you off the counter, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Shower?”

You smirked, tucking him back into his jeans. He moaned lightly as you did, forehead pressed to yours. “A cleaning type shower or reason-to-get-me-naked type shower?”

Peter took your hand, raising it as he stepped away. You turned, spinning once under your raised arms, laughing as you led him out of the room. “Can’t it be both?”

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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[created by: vyvyan86]

What do you do for work? I work at a public relations agency, so I handle servicing for a good number of clients across different industries. PR is basically like the extroverted sibling of journalism; and since I turned out to not enjoy journ, I gave PR a try halfway through my time in college and ended up liking it more.

What would you ideally like to do for work? I actually really enjoy what I do, like getting to work directly with big local and even international brands. I’m glad I made the decision to make the career shift because I can’t imagine how miserable I would be in a newsroom.

What are you doing in order to achieve this? I’m already where I want to be, at least for now. I don’t see it changing any time soon because I’m nowhere near tired of the work yet.

What is the meaning of your life? What is it that you really live for? Erm I don’t really try to define it or have an answer to this right away because I feel like it puts a lot of unwanted pressure on me, by me. As long as I’m satisfied in the present, I shouldn’t be worrying for whom or what my life is ultimately supposed to be.

Have you ever REALLY thought what it means to have children? Yup. Having kids would be the perfect life, but realistically speaking I am not at all ready to start that particular chapter. I don’t make enough money to be able to build a family, and I’ve never even tried changing a diaper yet...then you have to think about weekly formulas, what school to enroll them in, building a nursery...it’s all very hectic and stressful and it’s definitely not a priority as of the moment.

Are you planning to have children anyway? It would be nice, but I still don’t know if it’s in my future.

What is the most awful thing about the world today? I doooooooooon’t understand racism. It’s those videos of white people being caught on tape harassing POCs without a care in the world that get to me the most. It’s horrifying and it’s made me have close to zero plans to travel to the places where the videos usually come from. It’s happened too many times and too many clips have gone viral, that I can’t help but think it would happen to me and my family as well. What do you think is the worst being on the planet? Abusive and/or neglectful parents.

Have you ever been arrested? If so, what for? Nopes.

Have you ever been in court? If so, in which role? Definitely not.

Which do you think is a more valuable being, a human or an animal? I don’t think it’s fair to compare. A life is a life.

What, in your opinion, will cause the end of the world? I’m gonna let science answer this and refer to whatever predictions they have for the future based on their calculations.

What does your mother do for work? She works in an international hotel chain as an executive secretary, but work is actually kind of slippery for her at the moment because of Covid. There are only certain days in the week where she’s called in to report for work, and there is a chance those requests will stop coming in at a certain point.

^If she's a homemaker, any specific reason for this? She’s not anymore but she did enjoy a brief period of being a homemaker after resigning from her previous workplace back in likeeeee 2013 I’d say? which according to her had increasingly turned into a toxic environment after 20+ years of working there.

What about your father? What does he do? He is an executive sous chef. Cruise ship industry, so his situation is also actually quite bleak. Fortunately the job security with his company is a lot stronger and more guaranteed.

How do you like your coffee? I like it sweet and for its color to be light brown.

If you're of age, what's your favorite alcoholic drink? Tequila shots if we’re going hard. Long Island Iced Tea or Zombie if I’m looking to have a chill session with friends. Red Horse is fine as well, whatever. I hate beer with a passion but I’d drink it if everyone in the table is having a bottle.

If you're under-aged, what is your favorite soft drink? Bold of you to assume all minors like soda hahaha. I don’t, though.

Do you smoke? Yeah, just super seldom though because I don’t want to form a habit. I had the opportunity to last Friday but voluntarily skipped out on it, but that was also because I already had a vape pen on me.

^If so, did you start when you were 18 or were you younger? My first cigarette was when I was 21. Start of 2020.

Did your parents approve of your smoking/alcohol use before you turned 18? They wouldn’t have approved of it at all. And I wouldn’t have let myself either.

Do you have siblings? If not, skip the next few questions. Yeup.

Are you eldest, in the middle or youngest? I’m the eldest of two siblings.

How big an age gap is between you and your siblings? With my sister, 2 years. With my brother, 5 years.

Do/did your siblings cause trouble? Not at all, actually. We were all well-behaved, aka the three of us were always too shy to do anything bad or mischevious. I guess the biggest issues with each of us were - I was very messy with my stuff and ignored all my homework; Nina was a crybaby and would get into tears over literally any inconvenience; and my brother was a violent crybaby, which means he is Nina but always ready to punch you in the face, kick you in the neck or stomach, scream into your ear, etc.

If your siblings are old enough, what do they do for work? My sister is taking up digital filmmaking in an art school; my brother is only in his junior year of high school.

Have you ever been jealous of your siblings? I’m not jealous of her, but Nina is amazing at art and drawing and painting and all that stuff and I always wish I shared even like 1/98th of her skills, hahah.

Do you still live with your parent/s or do you live alone/with a partner? I live with my family, yeah. I’m nowhere near ready to start being on my own.

What do you think about growing up? Like what Paramore said (heheh), has to happen sometimes.

What about having responsibilities? I don’t really think anything of them? They’re kind of expected.

Do you know how to cook? Nope.

^If so, what's your favorite thing to cook? I don’t know how to make anything yet, but some dishes I would love to be able to master are risotto and paella. I’d also love to inherit my grandma’s kare-kare recipe but I’m already 300% sure from this early that I’ll never be able to make it as good as she does.

What about baking? I also can’t bake but some stuff I’d want to learn how to make are cupcakes, macarons, cheesecake, and a chocolate chip cookie recipe so good that my kids would literally bring their friends over to our house just to make them try it.

Do you ever drink tea? Iced tea for the most part. If I do ever drink the traditional hot tea, it’s usually because it’s served either at a hotel I’m staying at, or at an Asian restaurant.

Have you ever followed any of these fad diets that go around? I don’t follow a diet. I’m usually open to trying out foods that are packaged to fall under a certain diet, though – paleo, keto, etc. - just to experience how much different it could possibly taste from the food I typically have.

What do you usually order at your favorite restaurant? I usually get rosu, a type of tonkatsu cut that has a lining of fat on its side. My favorite restaurant then provides unlimited rice, miso soup, and cabbage with my order.

Do you prefer a proper restaurant to a fast food place? Not necessarily. I love a lot of either.

What's your dream vehicle? A Mini Countryman.

What about your dream house? I don’t have an exact image of it yet, but I always said that my dream house, wherever and whatever it might be, must have a room for all the wrestling memorabilia I plan to collect in the future. It’ll be like a ~mancave~ as I also plan to have a couch and a big TV in it so I can watch documentaries and pay-per-views there.

What is the biggest dream of your life? Right now, I would say the ‘biggest’ - since I’ve established it since I was a kid - is to go to the 50th installment of Wrestlemania, which is like the Superbowl of wrestling. This year it’ll be the 37th, so I have 13 years left to plan the dream out and save up and stuff.

If you could travel to another country right now, where would you go? Morocco.

What is a country you'd never ever visit? There isn’t a country I wouldn’t want to visit at least once. I’d probably avoid the ones that have dangerous political situations or are literally at war at the moment, but it doesn’t mean I don’t ever want to step foot in them.

Are you good at taking care of your finances? I’m getting there! I was able to have a good amount of savings this month :) My finances were shit for the first two months of my job because there was immediately soooooooo much to pay for, but I’m glad everything is on track now.

Have you ever had any trouble paying your bills? Well no, because I don’t pay my own yet. I do hand a portion of my allowance to my parents every payday so that I can help out with the family bills, though.

What about your rent? We don’t have rent.

What do you think is the best thing about being an adult? The freedom that comes with it is very empowering. I don’t technically have to ask permission to go out with friends anymore, or be scared of a curfew (but my mom still imposes one, LOL. It’ll mellow it within time though, I’m sure); I make my own money and can spend it however way I want while the rest I can save; I can take a drive or book an entire trip altogether as long as I can afford it...it’s letting me get to know myself even more, in a way that college and my teenage years weren’t able to do.

What about the worst? Being expected to have my shit together when I’m very clueless still about so many things in life. I make fuckups at work at least once a week and I always feel like I’m going to get fired with every mistake, lol.

Is there a person in your life, who wastes their life somehow? Hmm, I don’t think so. I have an uncle who had seemed to be headed nowhere before, but I think he’s slowly getting back on track. I think. At least I don’t hear anything about him anymore.

^If so, how are they wasting their life? Never had a stable job, was a neglectful husband and father (I think he still is), was never able to secure a house and even a car for his family, and deals with his problems by drinking...and worse, drunk-driving, sometimes. It’s an embarrassment and I don’t care if my grandma tells me off for giving him the cold shoulder every family gathering. I’m not gonna get close to someone who negatively affects my mood and my energy.

What is something you need to do, but you keep postponing it? Getting a new pair of glasses. Booking an appointment is a Newly-Unlocked Adult Thing that I’ve never done yet, so I’m nervous and I keep putting it off, hahaha.

Do you think life should just hand things to you? Not at all.

Or should you earn the things you want and need with hard work? Yeah, there you go.

Would you rather live off government benefits or earn your own money? Earn on my own, as much as possible. But some balance would be nice as well so that I can start feeling as if the government is actually helping and serving me.

When you take a survey, do you skip questions? Typically, no. But some of the older ones I’ve seen made by, like, 15 year olds of the time will have nonsense, downright immature, or lowkey racist/homophobic questions that I will have no problem deleting altogether as I think no one here would have any interest in answering them either.

Why, do you think, people write lyrics as the title for a survey? To be creative and catchy, I guess. And it works - I do tend to click on surveys that use lyrics.

If you have a Facebook, what do you use it for? Look for things to share, mainly. I’m fully back on it now after going a way for a bit to do some healing on my own.

If you have a Twitter, what do you use it for? As a space to let out literally all my thoughts and brianfarts. No one cares on Twitter, so it’s the perfect space to make a mess and be a mess.

If you have a Tumblr, what do you use it for? I used to have a wrestling-themed Tumblr (and before that, many more other themed Tumblrs), but when my interest died down I soon switched to using Tumblr for my surveys and being more lowkey altogether on here.

If you have an iPhone, why? I find it easier to use, and I like the interface more. The camera’s features are also more to my liking.

If you have an iPad, why? We have a really old model of it, and we bought that because iPads were all the rage at the time. It had been the newest concept from Apple and most people felt they had to have one, including my family. We definitely don’t feel the need to get another tablet anytime soon since it just functions like a giant phone for the most part.

If you have the latest electronic gadgets, did you pay for them yourself? I’ve never paid for a gadget before.

Do you always put your litter in a trashcan? Of course. I know how to pick up after myself like a respectful human. < Yup.

When you walk/ride your bike/drive your car, are you careful? Yeah, unless I’m mad. Sometimes road rage will take over me tbh, especially if other people on the road have been stupid for quite some time.

What is the rudest thing a person could do or say to you? Something phobic after seeing Jess and I together. < This reminds me of when my ex and I used to get stares or whispers in public. But to be honest, I actually enjoyed those encounters because it only served as fuel for me to get even more affectionate and piss them off more, lol. Good times.

Anyway, the rudest thing I can think of at the moment is being cut while in line. Some people do it so subtly too, and their shy, careful shuffle to get in front of me is what irritates me the most because THEY KNOW they’re doing something shitty and yet are being so sneaky about it.

Have you ever been that rude to someone else? I have never cut in line, never will.

Do you think your parents are proud of you and what you do with your life? I don’t know. I hope so. I don’t know if they’re expecting me to move out at this point, but I hope they’re at least proud of the fact that their first kid managed to land a job, especially considering we’re living in Covid times.

Which would you rather be, famous or a "nobody"? Why? Can’t I be somewhere in between? When it boils down to it, I’d probably go with being a nobody...I’d miss the socialization and having friends, but at least it means I can get away with more.

Do you need to have the latest fashion in clothes and accessories? It would be nice, but I’m not desperate to have them.

If you have a job, do you get along with your co-workers? Yeah, I’d say so. I definitely have never fought with anyone yet. It’s hard to gauge my relationship with each of them because I entered the workplace while we’re under WFH so I’ve only gotten to talk to most of them through Viber; but so far, so good.

What kind of hobbies do you have? I like traveling and learning, so anything that’s got to do with those - going to museums, visiting ancestral houses, trying local art forms - I would definitely dive into. But if I’m not in a new province or country altogether, I like trying out new food and new restaurants, embroidering, watching my favorite shows, coloring, painting, and reading essays about history. :)

Would anything in the whole world make you give up any of those hobbies? I’m not super attached to painting anymore, so I guess.

Have you had/do you have any pets? I currently have two dogs. In the past we’ve had a cat, a rabbit, two birds, and several goldfish.

Do you even like animals? I love them, except insects.

If you aren't already, would you ever get married? It would be a nice thing to tick off my life event list.

If you are already married, what was the ultimate reason for the marriage? -

As a child, did you do anything really bad? I was raised in a highly violent household with the worst influences as my elders. Yes, I managed to squeeze in some horrible stuff when no one was looking.

^If so, what was it? What were the consequences? I was violent towards my brother but won’t get into it. The only thing I’ll mention is that I used to chase him around with a knife whenever he’d start becoming too much of a headache.

As a teenager, did you do anything really bad? I don’t think so. I was well-traumatized and abused by the time I was a teenager so I was afraid of fucking anything up and being in more trouble.

^If so, what was it? What were the consequences? The worst thing I did was lie about my performance in school, honestly. Which, looking back now, doesn’t even seem like a big deal considering I was only in high school then and grades from there barely matter.

Do you have a problem with authority? Nope. Well, a good number of my teachers didn’t seem to like me for some reason. I’d say it’s their problem though since I never did anything to raise hell in school, ever.

What's your favorite comic strip? I don’t have one.

Is there a piece of clothing you absolutely must wear every day Underwear... < Yep.

Has a doctor ever told you to lose weight? No. I’ve always been on the lighter side so that has never been a comment given to me by anyone.

Have you ever been diagnosed with a lifelong disease? Isn’t scoliosis a lifelong thing? If it is, then yes I have been.

What is something you absolutely hate? Fruits.

What about something you absolutely love? Seafood! Which is why I have spicy tuna salad and dynamite rolls with me at the moment :)

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