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cozage · 1 year

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The Daughter's Return: Part 5

Parting Ways

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Characters: Ace x reader WordCount: 3.1k CW: alcohol, drunk reader, one quick drunken kiss

Whitey’s arm around you made it a little difficult to start the day. You had been awake for thirty minutes now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move in fear of waking her up. She had been kind enough to let you sleep with her last night, the last thing you wanted to do was interrupt her rest even more.

“Y/N?” Whitey’s groggy voice broke through the silence, and you felt her shift.

“Morning,” you replied. “Sleep well?”

“Surprisingly, yes.” Whitey laughed. “You’d think two people in this tiny bed would make it hard to sleep. But it wasn’t bad. But why’d you end up here anyway?”

“I spilled beer all over my bed.” You had been thinking of a lie since you woke up, and it came effortlessly now.

Whitey gave a laugh at that and sat up in the bed. “Believe it or not, I’m actually really glad that happened.”

“Oh yeah?” you gave her a perplexed look. “Why’s that?”

She gave a nervous laugh and rubbed at her face. It was clear she had something to tell you, but she seemed to be working up the courage to do so.

You sat up, concerned at alert. “Whitey? Everything okay?”

“I was going to tell you,” Whitey said. Her voice was thick, like she might start crying. “I swear I meant to tell you the moment you got back, but things started happening so fast.”

“Whitey, tell me,” you insisted. “What’s wrong?”

“Look, don’t be mad, okay?”

“Whitey. Tell me.”

“I’m getting my own ship,” she said. “Becoming a Subordinate Captain. A few of us are getting our own crews. I’ve got a group of about 20 people.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. You weren’t sure what you expected Whitey to tell you, but you it wasn’t this. The two of you had dreams when you were younger about having your own pirate crew, but you had grown out of those dreams. You had just assumed she had as well.

“When are you leaving?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Tears welled in her eyes. “Three days. We’re supposed to land on an island with a shipyard, and pops is giving us ships to send us on our way.”

Three days. That was all you had left with her. Your chest ached at the thought of not seeing her every day again. You had missed her the most while you had been in Wano.

“I really want this,” she said. “Need this, even. I’ve been talking with pops about it for a month or two, but I told him I wanted to wait until you got back before I left.”

“Where will you go?” you asked. You could feel a lump rising in your throat.

“Pops assigned me to protect a few islands back in Paradise with Brew and Epoida, so we’ll-”

“Brew and Epoida are leaving too?” you asked. You couldn’t help it now, your eyes started to water.

Whitey’s eyes got wide as she realized what she had just done.

“So everyone is just leaving?” you asked, tears starting to spill out now. You wiped them away, angry at yourself for getting so emotional.

“A lot has changed since you left,” Whitey said softly. Her hand reached out to comfort you, but you smacked it away.

“But we swore to stick together!” you said. You could feel your face growing hot, the magma churning beneath your skin.

“You can come with us,” Whitey offered. “You can join my crew.”

“I can’t,” you squeaked out. Even if your best friends were leaving, your family was still aboard the Moby Dick. You couldn’t abandon them.

“Look, Y/N, I know you feel like you have an obligation to your dad, but loyalty-”

“You don’t know anything about loyalty, Whitey,” you hissed, jumping up from the bed and storming out of the room.

You weren’t sure where your feet were taking you until you were at his door. Your fist slammed against the wooden door as tears fell from your eyes. The door opened a few moments later, and you didn’t even try to make yourself look presentable.

What a poor sight you must’ve been to Portgas D. Ace. You were standing there, sniffling and sobbing. You were still in your pajamas and hadn’t even bothered to brush your hair. Tears were running down your cheeks, and your eyes had to be red and puffy at this point.

And yet, when Ace saw you, he only looked at you with concern. He quickly scanned your body, looking for any signs of injury.

“Are you okay?” he asked, scanning your face. “Did someone hurt you?”

“Did you know?” you choked out, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“Know about what?” he asked.

“Whitey,” you sobbed.

Ace sighed, running his hand through his hair, and he shut the door behind you so you could cry in public.

“The division commanders voted on the subordinate captains about a month ago. I knew her name was on the list.”

“You knew she was leaving and you didn’t tell me.”

Ace’s face was full of pain. “It wasn’t my news to share.”

You punched his chest. You heard him gasp in surprise, but you didn’t care. You punched him again. You wanted him to fight back, to yell at you, to do something. But he just stood there and took it. So you punched him harder.

“Stop it.” Ace flinched as your punches grew hotter. But you were so angry, you couldn’t stop. You punched him again.

Ace grabbed your wrist. “Y/N, stop,” he said more firmly.

You used your free hand and kept punching his chest until he grabbed that one too. You started squirming, trying to fight him, until he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you in an embrace.

You stopped fighting then, and he held you as you cried into his chest. His hand rubbed your back, trying to soothe you.

“It’s not fair,” you cried.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It’ll be okay, I promise.”

You weren’t sure how long you stayed there, but you didn’t pull away until you had stopped crying and your breath had steadied.

You wiped any remnants of tears from your cheeks. “That was embarrassing,” you sniffled, your voice still thick.

“You’re allowed to be upset,” Ace said. He grabbed a tissue and held it out for you.

“I just don’t want her to go.” Your vision started to blur again, and you blinked a few times to clear your eyes.

“It’s been her dream for a long time.”

You sniffed and wiped your eyes with the tissue. Ace was right. Whitey had always wanted to be a captain, ever since she joined the Whitebeard Pirates 7 years ago.

“It’s not like you’ll never see her again,” Ace continued. “Pops has always worked closely with his subordinate captains. I’m sure she’ll still be around. And you can still talk to her on the transponder snail.”

“We should have a going away party,” you said softly.

“Try to say that with a little more enthusiasm, maybe?”

His comment made you laugh, and he smiled in return.

You sighed. “I need to apologize to her.”

“Probably.”

You turned to go find Whitey, already trying to think of what you’d say to her. As you opened the door, you realized you should say something else to Ace before you left.

“Ace?” You turned back to him as you walked out. “Thanks for letting me beat you up.”

Ace gave a cheeky smile. “Anytime, love.”

Love. That’s what he had called you. Love. You had left before he had a chance to see your reaction, but you could feel your body steaming, and the air smelled of burnt hair. Your burnt hair. He was a smooth bastard, and you hated that you loved it. But now wasn’t the time to focus on your stupid commander. You had to apologize to Whitey.

You found Whitey in your bunkhouse, packing up her things. When she realized it was you, she froze, trying to decide what she should say or do.

You decided for her. You rushed to her, wrapping her in a hug. “I’m sorry,” you said, blinking away fresh tears. “I’m so happy that you get to live your dream.”

“No, I’m sorry!” Whitey cried. “That was a really shitty way to tell you.”

“It’s okay, I promise.” you pulled away from her and wiped at your eyes. “I was just being selfish. God, I’m going to miss you, Whitey.”

“I’m going to miss you!” She was wiping tears from her own face as well. “I wish this was easier.”

“We’re going to have a goodbye party,” you said. “For you and all the other new subordinate captains.”

Whitey laughed and returned to packing her suitcase. “One of your parties is the last thing we need,” she said.

“I have two days to plan it.” You smiled mischievously. “Prepare yourself.”

“Y/N!” Whitey called after you as you bolted out the room. “Don’t go over the top!”

The next two days went by in a whirlwind. You spent your days begging and bargaining crew members for booze, ordering the chefs to make the most decadent meals, and hanging decorations you had made.

When a strategist plans a party, they think of everything. Which is why your parties were always so notorious for getting out of hand. You thought of drinking games, picked out the perfect musicians, and always had a backstock of alcohol. You hadn’t planned a party in years, but it’s clear that it’s reputation had lived on while you were gone.

As the sun was setting, the deck was so crowded with people that it was hard to move around. You were always touching someone, and it became almost claustrophobic to stand. You chose to leave the main deck area and headed towards the bow of the ship, trying desperately to escape the crowds. You found a spot where you could stand without touching someone else, and leaned against the railing to watch the sunset, enjoying your drinking.

“Hey!” Whitey called, stumbling over to you. She was already drunk, though that was partially your fault. One tankard of ale did a lot more to her than it did to you. “Come back to the party!”

“I will. Just enjoying the sunset for a moment.”

Whitey pouted. “You plan this whole big party and you’re not even enjoying yourself.”

You smirked, staring at the sea. If you looked at Whitey, you were fairly certian you would break out into tears. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Of course! But you should have fun too!”

It was kind of hard to enjoy yourself when your best friend was leaving. You had been diligent in pushing that fact out of your brain, but now as you watched the sunset, you realized this would be the last one you’d share with Whitey for a long time.

“Can we just be sad while we watch the sunset?” you asked, tears starting to rise.

Whitey wrapped her arm around you and leaned her head on your shoulder. “I’m kind of scared to be a captain,” she admitted, her eyes watching the sun slowly sink behind the water.

“New people, new horizons,” she said. “What if I make the wrong call? I won’t have Pops to back me up. It’s scary to think that I’m going to be alone.”

“You won’t be alone, though. You’ve got a lot of good, trustworthy people to back you up.”

“Yeah.” Whitey didn’t say anything more until the sun was almost gone from view. “You’ve got good people here too. Make sure you don’t isolate yourself. Do stuff with them. Have fun. Okay?”

“Alright.” You wiped the tears from your cheeks and finished off the rest of the ale in your tankard. “Let’s party.”

“Yeah!” Whitey cheered. She grabbed your hand and pulled you back to the party. People had seemed to spread out a bit more now, and it was easier to breathe and move around.

Shots of liquor were your least favorite way to get drunk, but it was the fastest. Still, you found yourself questioning the choices that led you to this moment, where you were lined up facing five large shot glasses of rum. You had already won the game once, and you could feel the alcohol starting to flow through your veins.

“Whitey, are you trying to make me puke?”

Whitey stuck her tongue out at you. “Did your time abroad soften you?” she taunted.

“Whitey-”

“Who will challenge her?!?” Whitey declared, holding up your arm as if you had just won a boxing match.

You looked around the crowd and found Ace and Marco, watching your predicament with smirks. You shook your head and mouthed “Save me” to them, but they only laughed at your misfortune.

“I’ll do it!” a voice called out, someone shuffling through the crowd.

“A challenger has appeared!” Whitey yelled, dropping your arm and allowing your to return to your station.

A young man appeared, one you didn’t recognize. If you had to guess, he was about your age, maybe a little older. He had red hair and piercing blue eyes that were full of rebellion and spunk. He was cocky too, because he looked at you and winked, and you almost looked away from him in embarrassment.

He was handsome, you had to admit. You weren’t sure how you had missed his presence since you had gotten back. He seemed a bit too over the top for your liking, but he was the kind of guy who would make a good drinking buddy.

“Uzzo,” he said, holding out his hand.

You took it, giving it a firm shake. You opened your mouth to introduce yourself, but he cut you off.

“Don’t worry, darling.” He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your skin, shocking you into silence. “I know who you are.”

You quickly yanked your hand away, trying to push down the bubbling feeling you were getting in your stomach.

“You know the rules folks, first to finish all five shots wins!”

“What do I get if I win?” Uzzo asked, looking at you mischievously.

You rolled your eyes, tired of this long introduction. You wanted to get drunk already. “Bragging rights. Now get ready.”

Uzzo frowned, humming in disappointment. “How about a kiss instead?”

You laughed in his face. “Ask me again if you win.”

He smirked, satisfied with your response. You both readied yourself, and then looked to Whitey.

“Ready, Set, Go!” she cried, throwing her hand up in the air to start the race.

You were winning until the fourth cup. You heard Ace laugh from the crowd, and your concentration broke as your eyes searched for him. He was there, laughing with Marco. His arm was wrapped around a girl’s shoulder, and you could feel your stomach churning with envy at him being so close to someone else.

You barely started your fifth cup by the time Uzzo finished. He watched you down the fifth cup as the crowd cheered for his victory.

“So,” he said, watching you place down your last cup. “How about that-”

You didn’t wait for him to finish. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him across the table, your lips smashing into his. You could hear the crowd freeze mid applause, everyone surprised by your actions. But you made out with this stranger in front of a crowd, not caring who saw. A piece of you even hoped certain people would see you.

Blame it on alcohol, blame it on jealousy, blame it on wanting to wipe that smug look off his face. It didn’t matter why you did it. You didn’t even like it all that much. You had kissed several boys before this one. He wasn’t anything special.

You finally pulled away, and saw you had succeeded in your goal. His cocky grin was replaced with shocked, widened eyes. You could see the crowd watching you, and you resisted the urge to look over at Marco and Ace.

“Congrats on your win,” you said. You gave him a quick wink and turned and walked away without another word.

“Holy shit,” Uzzo murmured behind you, and the entire crowd erupted into cheers once more. At least you looked confident, even if you didn’t feel that way.

You went to find a keg of beer, needing to wash down all the rum you had just consumed. The ten double-shots you had just taken were starting to catch up. Fast.

“You are quite the graceful loser,” Marco said, taking your cup from your hand and filling it up at the keg.

“Marco! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“It’s only been two days.”

You clutched your chest overdramatically. “So long. It’s been so painful.”

Marco chuckled. “You’re very drunk.”

You took your drink back from him, nodding enthusiastically. “Blame Whitey.”

“Looks like she’s having a good time at least,” Marco said, his eyes watching your friend. “You threw a good party.”

“Hey Marco, I couldn’t find-” Ace stopped talking when he realized you were standing with his fellow commander.

“Ace,” you said, your lip pouting out at his name.

“You take over keg duty, I’ll go look,” Marco said, quickly passing the spout to Ace and bolting away.

“Hey! Marco!” Ace called after him, but Marco was already gone.

There was an awkward silence that hung in the air. If you were sober, you would’ve let it hang there. But drunk you was a lot more chatty.

“Are you enjoying the party?” you asked, looking at Ace.

“It’s fine.”

“Just fine?! Rude!” you scoffed. “I worked hard on this party!”

“Then you should go enjoy it,” Ace snapped. “Don’t you have a boyfriend to entertain?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You rubbed your tankard against your cheek, giggling. “Just booze.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Ace mumbled, grabbing a guy's drink and refilling it for him.

Your eye twitched. “What’s your problem?”

“Nothing.” He was managing to look everywhere else on the ship but at you.

You scowled and stepped in front of him to block his view. You could feel your skin growing hot with your anger. “If you have a problem with-”

“Hey!” Marco cheered, and you turned to see him. “Come on! We're playing Commanders and Strategists up on the roof of the Captain’s Quarters!”

You squealed in excitement, already forgetting your squabble with Ace. Whitey’s reminder rang in your ears. You refused to isolate yourself. You had always loved Commanders and Strategists, so you took off towards the roof of the Captain’s Quarters, eager to see what kind of trouble you could get into next.

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vilz · 8 months

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hello obviously there isn't anything i can really do to control this (unfortunately i deleted a bunch of posts BEFORE turning off reblogs on them) but i would prefer that people did not circulate my posts from this blog any more... i appreciate that people are kind to me about my art, but that is just my request i suppose. this blog is unprivated now, and if you'd like to see what is still up you can look at them here. my ask box is also open but i will not be making any art posts here from now on. here is a little preemptive faq:

why did you leave?

i didn't feel comfortable or happy posting on this blog any more!

do you still make art? do you post it somewhere else?

yes. but i've been pulling away from posting very much online, and the things i'm interested in drawing nowadays are generally more private, so i won't be directing anyone there or anything. i don't consider my new blog to be a continuation of this one.

i know your new blog!

that isn't really that surprising since i didn't honestly put great effort into concealing it or anything. we are probably not friends, so i hold no sway over you, but i would still prefer you did not share it or treat me as if i am still "vilz who posts fnaf art". i'm just a whatever blogger who blogs about whatever things. also to be frank i do not think my new blog has anything that interesting for people who followed for the kind of art i used to post here. this is not an invitation to say "it is interesting!".

we are friends!

if we have not been in direct, mutual conversations i highly doubt that. i'm sorry if that hurts anyone's feelings.

why did you delete all your self ship art?

people seem to enjoy my self ship art a lot, which is very flattering, but i don't want people to be looking at them any more. i realize that they are still rebloggable and are still circulating around, which is nobody's fault but my own, but i would prefer they were not shared any more. i can't really do anything about it and i also don't blame anyone for reblogging those posts since it's obviously not something they would know, but yeah.

i saw your art on pinterest!

i did not and do not consent to my works being put on pinterest. the art from "vilz" has not been uploaded by me to any other website besides tumblr. if someone is posting my art from here on a different platform, they are doing so without permission.

i saw you on magma!

i still join magma boards sometimes lol. it's a fun site.

what about your ocs?

they are still my ocs. sometimes i still draw them. currently, i do not have any plans of posting my oc art online ever again. i would prefer that people did not reblog the oc art i have posted to this blog.

what about your fics?

all of my fics are still up on ao3 anonymously. they are: small mercies obscura floriography baying of lambs scrape bitch, bastard, bullshit almost human a dream, recurring countdown i'm very flattered and happy that people have left kind comments on these. thank you very much for reading the words of an amateur and for sharing an experience with me.

are you going to finish your uncompleted fics?

i would really like to say yes, because i care a great deal about aspects of them, but it's looking pretty unlikely. i lost all my files (and my calmlywriter key !!! always save your emails and receipts, everyone!!!) and also it's hard to feel motivated about them now. i guess i will leave this up in the air just to soothe my own feelings but in reality the answer is Probably Not.

are you going to post new fics?

i might, because i've been in a writing mood lately, but please don't expect anything. if i do, they will be anonymous on ao3. i will not post about them here or on any other blog.

i really liked your posts and blog!

thank you. i'm glad that people could feel that way about the things i made and thought about stuff i care about. irregardless, i would prefer that people did not share my old posts from this blog.

i will do it anyway.

i cannot stop you, so there isn't really any point in pleading. i just thought i'd make a little info post for people who are inquiring. after this, there won't be any "posts" from me. if there are relevant questions or messages i might reply to them or just update this post.

thank you for reading and for enjoying my blog. goodbye !!!

#this has been a missive from ur friend valentine #sincere regards #vilz

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masterhallmark · 3 months

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Maxie x Isekaied Reader headcanons

You wake up in the Pokemon world through an ultra wormhole. Word gets around that strangers from a world WITHOUT POKEMON have fallen through giant wormholes, despite Interpol attempting to cover it up. You found yourself in the Hoenn region, right outside Team Magma's lair. Maxie decided he needed to investigate the claims himself.

You seem like just a normal person, and you certainly know what Pokemon are, so he's skeptical...until you mention him by name before he even introduces himself. In this timeline, Team Magma hasn't even made their official debut, yet. You couldn't possibly have known about him unless, as the rumors claim, Pokemon is a fictional series in your world. That makes you a potential security threat, so he decides you need to be captured. It will give him more time to research you, anyway.

Once he has you in his lair, he explains that he, unfortunately, cannot let you go until his plans are fulfilled, and he apologizes that it has to be this way, but you'll be treated as a guest. He's not a SAVAGE. You'll have a nice bedroom, be fed, given forms of entertainment, and be kept company.

When you attempt to tell him why using Groudon won't work, citing the events of the games, he simply takes notes so he can plan for all the ill effects of trying to use Groudon that you mentioned. As far as he's concerned, you provided valuable information about how Groudon can cause a drought, how it might clash with Kyogre, or how using the wrong orb shall enrage him, but what you're describing is still from a silly game.

When talking with you, he notices you're quite smart, and decides to learn more about you. What is your world like? How big is it's landmass? How has the absence of Pokemon made your world different from his own? Can he please look at your cellphone and upgrade it?

Eventually, you give up trying to talk him out of summoning and controlling Groudon, so he starts to warm up to you. The questions gradually become less about your world and more about YOU. Your favorite series? Your family? Favorite Pokemon? Hobbies? Employment history?

At some point he starts to enjoy your company, to the point it's interfering with the mission. When he realizes this, he tries to resolve the problem by convincing you to join Team Magma, promising to make you his personal assistant. You're hesitant, until he asks, "Don't you want your very own Pokemon? I can catch your favorite."

Should you agree, you're given a uniform and a Pokemon. As his assistant, you're basically a travelling secretary and must go wherever he goes...he doesn't quite trust you to go off on your own, yet, and honestly, he enjoys keeping you nearby as you make good company.

He tells himself he just enjoys the company, at first, but over time his feelings grow stronger. On the outside he's stoic, but on the inside his stomach's full of beautiflies around you.

You start to become close to him as well. You don't agree with his methods, and you think his plan is foolish, but you can't help but admire that he's TRYING to help humanity.

He attempts to flirt. You'd think the charisma he used to get a ton of people to follow him in his goals would translate to flirting, but he's TERRIBLE at it!

You're no better. The two of you become Team Magma's main source of entertainment as they watch you try and fail at flirting.

Eventually when you two are alone, Maxie just decides to be blunt, tell you how he feels, and ask you to be his. What you two do after is up to you.

However, there's a problem. You've been trying to figure out how to get back home. The thought is driving Maxie insane. He realizes he put you in a difficult spot, one where you'll have to choose between him and everything you left behind. And he doesn't know whether or not he should try to help you find your way home.

#maxie x reader #maxie pokemon #maxie #pokemon ruby and sapphire #pokemon ruby #pokemon omega ruby #headcanons #sfw

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cookiiemancer · 7 months

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Hey I was just curious, what does magma doodle mean? I might sound old for not knowing but trust me I’m not 😭 LOVE YOUR STUFF BTW ITS SO FUNNY

Thank you so much! I am happy it makes you laugh ^-^

Magma doodle means it's something I drew in one of the board from this website

It's done in sessions where multiple people draw together.

I usually frequent the GITM magma sessions, but I sometimes go to the Daycare Friend Pickup boards. I am not in other places, i think.

#asks

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idontknowreallywhy · 9 months

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Estera - Ch 25 - Cracks

The next one got super long so I’ve split it.

Scott’s rambling inner monologue again? Ah go on then. And there are Things that must be wrestled with…

And the important question of - is there anyone who is immune to the dimples?

(What went before)

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“It’s not your job to keep me safe.”

The sudden rush of fury was almost intoxicating.

How dare she? He got this enough from his brothers. He’d thought she had understood but she couldn’t possibly understand. Not if she didn’t get it. If she didn’t see why he had to keep them safe. All of them. Her too. That if he couldn’t do that he wasn’t… he didn’t… How dare she! His gut twisted. They’d had such a good day and she had to go and…

An outburst of sharp, hurt-fuelled words rushed like magma towards the surface but was held at bay by his sudden need to focus on navigating a roundabout without getting them both killed. He slammed on the brakes less elegantly than he’d intended. Bloody weird British way of doing a junction.

He gave way to the van trundling towards them from the right and caught the eye of the driver who gave him A Look, probably related to his sudden stop a couple of feet past the give way line. But he was arrested by the memory of being on the receiving end of similar eyebrow artillery in a sumptuously decorated clinic in West London. It was in fact exactly The Look Patricia had given him the time he’d first told her Estera was alive. When he’d been… not quite… well… and had incoherently rambled about how good it he was that he had a second chance, that he could ensure he would get it right this time and she wouldn’t be in danger.

“Will that always be your raison d’être, Tracy?”

Well of course not. He had many raisons actually and not all of them were about looking after people. Just… maybe most.

She’d warned him about this, in her subtle way. And he thought he had been so careful, so Healthy about it all this time. Yet he’d reverted to type so quickly. Poor Estera had just joined the long roster of people he desperately needed to protect. To ‘smother’. Damn it.

He glanced over and saw she was biting her lip and worrying at the lid of the coffee cup again. The anger dissipated as quickly as it had arisen. He sighed heavily and the tension slumped from his shoulders. He didn’t want her to believe she couldn’t be honest about what she thought and if he was defensive and snappy… He took a breath and tried to be less… Scott Tracy… about it.

“You might not be wrong there” he cleared his throat a couple of times, without much success as there still seemed to be a blockage there. “It’s a… a thing. I’m guess I’m, err, working on it?”

“You don’t need to apologise. I’d just quite like to not see you nearly die quite so frequently.”

“I’ll see if I can arrange that.”

She smiled faintly then returned to looking troubled. “I’m sorry, I overstepped.”

“You didn’t. I’d rather know what you’re thinking.”

She huffed slightly.

“Honestly.”

The sat nav piped up that their destination was on the right and he pulled up outside what he guessed must be her apartment block.

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Without the faint hum of the engine and the road noise the car suddenly seemed very quiet and Estera kicked herself for making things awkward. She didn’t want to leave things on a sour note and so she cast about for something to fix it before she said goodbye. He looked over at her and the flash of blue was a sudden reminder.

“Before you go, I actually have something for you. I know I missed your birthday…” he looked up in surprise “but it took a little while to… organise… and so I was planning to show you when we next met. But then of course today was a surprise so I didn’t have it with me.”

“Oh! You didn’t need to…”

“But I wanted to. It’s just upstairs.”

He seemed to hesitate.

“Bez is with my neighbours. I thought I’d be back much later what with the bus times and he’d have been lonely so, he’s, um not there.” She looked down at her hands “Or… or you can wait here and I’ll bring it down? That’s probably better. Save yourself the stairs, the lift’s broken again and it’s… I mean there’s nothing much to see, it’s a tiny apartment and probably a complete mess now I think of it. It’s not what you’d… There’s barely a bathtub let alone a pool…”

She was rambling again and had somehow failed to notice he had left the car until the passenger door opened and he was reaching down a chivalrous hand while doffing an imaginary cap with the other.

“I’m sure I can handle some stairs.”

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“Ok, that WAS quite a lot of stairs”

They both paused at the top to catch their breath and laughed as she mock-glared at the cordoned off elevator door.

“It keeps me fit at least.”

She fished a bunch of keys from her pocket and waved happily at the elderly face which appeared at the window of the next apartment along. A series of hand gestures seemed to suggest she’d be round later. Ah, must be the dog-sitting neighbours. The gentleman shifted his gaze to Scott and narrowed his eyes. Scott countered with a friendly smile and a little salute which was met with a raised eyebrow and open scepticism. The face disappeared. O…Kay then…

“You get on well with your neighbours?”

“They’re a godsend. Such warm, lovely people. They rather adopted me when I arrived and they are absolutely wonderful with Bez.”

He was saved from the need to reply by her turning the lock and shoulder barging the door open.

“It gets a bit swollen in the damp weather. Should really get it seen to at some point.”

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Estera did a quick scan of the living room, immensely grateful that she’d cleared up last night’s dinner things and put away the laundry that had been drying on the radiators.

Everything suddenly felt very… small.

“So… I guess you know where I live now.”

He smiled wryly. “I can try to forget how we got here if you like?”

She looked around and cringed as an image of her apartment on that ridiculous day briefly intruded and overlaid the present… all her moveable furniture and pretty much everything else she owned piled up against the inside of the front door, Bez frantically begging for a walk while she’d huddled in the corner of her bedroom wearing all of her clothes at once, desperately trying and failing to banish the chill from her bones. The poor creature had ended up peeing on the kitchen floor and he’d looked so forlorn about it. And the messages… she shivered. Not her finest hour.

“I really am sorry about all that.”

“Don’t worry, all forgotten”

“Is it? I haven’t. I wasn’t…”

“It’s fine, honestly.”

“No, it’s not. Please… let me say this?”

He inclined his head and she took a deep breath and did her best to look him in the eye, the intensity in the blue so familiar yet so incredibly unsettling.

“I wasn’t fair. Or kind. And you had been nothing but both. I have no excuse. I just… it was as though my logical mind shut down and all I could think was I was a fool for believing you’d ever just be… nice.” She couldn’t hold his gaze any longer and dropped her eyes to where he was rolling the car fob over his knuckles. “To me. After… after what I did to you. And so I extrapolated too quickly and panicked and… and it got way out of hand. I’m sorry.”

The fob stopped moving.

“You didn’t do anything to me.”

“I… yeah, ok. Of course. Um, do you want a coffee?”

She dropped her bag on the counter and busied herself picking the best mugs and the good coffee from the cupboard.

“Estera? Please look at me.”

She stared at the kettle on the worktop to his right, unable to lift her eyes any further.

He crouched down and put his face in her eye-line. Blue shone earnestly up at her and blurred almost immediately. She blinked, cross with herself.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

She bit her lip hard as her tear ducts betrayed her and she closed her eyes as if that could stop the hollow-sounding splatter onto the packet of coffee beans she was clutching. He took it from her and she clenched her shaking fists.

“Do you want a hug?”

She shook her head vigorously. And then paused, took a shuddering breath and nodded, eyes still screwed shut.

She couldn’t control the flinch as his arms surrounded her gently and he rested his head lightly on top of her own. Unable to contain all of the Everything any longer she buried her face in his shirt and sobbed.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #Estera #tb estera #idontknowreallywhy fanfic

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musicloverxoxo7 · 11 months

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BTS Halloween party – Dr. Strange

Non-idol!Hoseok x fem!reader

Summary: At the party, you meet a gorgeous stranger for the first time. Hoseok turns out to be smart and sexy. A dangerous combination that will have both of you on your knees.

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot at the beginning, roleplay (a little), strangers to lovers, edging, nipple play, handjob, oral (m and f receiving), a bit of switch dynamic, aftercare

Wordcount: ca. 2.3k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

You have never been so bored before at a Halloween party. Granted, you’ve only been there for ten minutes, but those have felt like half an hour at least.

The problem is that you only know Tae, the host of the party. You’ve been friends since childhood. But tonight, his hosting duties are keeping him occupied.

You take a sip from your drink. At least the bartender knows his business. Though you’re pretty sure it’s just one of Tae’s friends and not someone who was actually hired for the job. You observe the people around you a little longer.

A lot of them are dancing, laughter ringing through the air. Some are chatting and drinking, occasionally clinking their glasses together before downing the liquid. Nobody pays you any attention.

It’s better this way. You finish your drink and slink off down the hallway and to the stairs. Tae has a beautiful library and music room on the first floor. You have every intention of ending up there and passing a silent, secluded evening.

At the top of the stairs, you are stopped by a Dr. Strange. His dark eyes are like magma, looking down at you.

“Where do you think you’re going? Upstairs is off-limits.”

“Except for Tae’s best friends.”

“You are?”

“Y/l/n y/n. We’ve been best friends since-“

“Since the two of you could walk, roundabout. We’ve heard those stories ad nauseum.”

He steps aside to let you through. You walk past him, but then stop.

“And who are you?”

“Hoseok.”

“Ah, the dance teacher. Why were you up here? Also searching for some peace and quiet?”

“Yes. But I think I should show my face down there again.”

“Why? Tae is too busy to notice you’re gone. Two of your other friends have already left and the barkeeper is swamped.”

“Yoongi?”

“Right. I thought he looked familiar.”

You now walk towards the library and Hoseok follows you. He seems to have lost all desire to join the party again. At least for now.

Once inside the library, you switch on the warm, yellow lights and then light a fire in the fireplace. The warmth washes over you and makes you shiver. With the short sleeves of your costume, this feels better. You turn back around to Hoseok.

“So, why Dr. Strange?”

“Complex character. I like him, for the most part. Also, I thought the costume might suit me.” He looks you up and down. “Why a police officer?”

“Because that’s what I wanted to be as a kid.”

“Why didn’t you become one?”

You sit down next to Hoseok on the sofa. It is a two-seater, which means there is barely any room between you, but neither of you seems bothered.

“I realized quickly that I enjoy the mental aspect of protection more than the physical one. I run a cyber security company now.”

“Wow.”

You look at Hoseok. His eyes are widened in genuine surprise. You smile.

“At least you’re not being rude about a woman being a successful entrepreneur.”

“Never. I have a sister who is very successful with her own company too. I think I have even more respect for women entrepreneurs, because they face so many difficulties and prejudices and have to work a lot harder in some areas to make it to the top.”

“You’re much nicer than Dr. Strange.”

Hoseok laughs. You notice that he leans backwards and holds his stomach, laughing with his whole body. You like it. People don’t often laugh with such abandon around you.

You take off your police officer hat and put it on the arm of the sofa. Next, you tug your feet under you and turn more towards Hoseok.

“Tell me more about yourself.”

He does. About his family, his hobbies, his job. After a little while, due to the fire’s warmth, Hoseok takes off his cape. Then his jacket. He’s only wearing a tanktop underneath, which shows off his defined arms and shoulders.

“Do you work out every day?”

“Almost. I try to get in a rest day here and there. Why?”

“Your arms are proof of your hard work. Nicely defined.”

You’ve never been one to play games. You’ve always preferred being straight forward. Hoseok looks surprised again.

“You like my arms?”

“Yes, I do. They’re very pleasing to look at. Don’t you get to hear that all the time at the dance studio? Tae says that your dance workout classes are mostly filled with women.”

“They are. I tend to give off scary dance teacher vibes during work hours.”

You look him up and down. He’s cute the way he is, sexy in a calm and somewhat introverted way. But angry Hoseok sounds like a threat to society. It sends a thrill through you.

“You do not look put off by that.”

“I’m not.”

You lean towards Hoseok a little and drop your voice until it is low, breathy and sultry.

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I like a thrill. I like a bit of danger. Otherwise, I’d have chosen a different profession.”

“You’ll have to tell me about the ins and outs of that some other time.”

“Some other time?”

“Do you think Tae would kill me if I kiss one of his oldest friends?”

“Since you are his hyung, he’d probably only pout at you.”

“I can risk that.”

Hoseok leans forward and runs his hand up your arm. Goosebumps race over your skin. You place your hand on his thigh and lean a little closer. His smile is soft, his eyes wander to your lips.

His hand slides up to your neck. He outlines your throat with his fingers. They are very gentle. Your eyes close.

“You say ‘red’ and I stop whatever I’m doing instantly.”

“Mh, got it.”

Hoseok’s hand closes around your throat. The pressure he applies is barely there. It turns off the intelligent part of your brain. You grip his thigh harder as you start feeling a warm tightness in your lower stomach.

“You are stunning, Officer y/l/n, but I fear the power is on the side of the Avengers this time.”

“Do tell what that entails, Dr. Strange.”

“Ah, the exact terms are negotiable, officer.”

“I’ve had a long week, doc. I’m not particularly in the mood for lengthy negotiations.”

“Then let me take the lead.”

When you do not object, Hoseok leans forward and kisses you on the lips extremely gently. So softly, that it feels like a feather brushing against your lips.

He withdraws without taking it further. But you want way, way more now. You open your eyes. He’s watching you with those magma eyes.

His hand on your throat is still so loose that you can move forward and crash your lips against his. He matches the vigor of your kiss, kissing you back as if he were starved. His hand lets go of your throat and moves up to cup your cheek instead. His other hand goes around your waist and pulls you closer until you sit on his lap. Though you might have helped a little with that.

You run your hands up his well-muscled torso and rest them on his firm pecks. His hands wander restlessly up and down your back and ass. It’s like he can’t get you close enough.

You spread your legs further and slide forward until you’re practically sitting on his crotch. Hoseok sighs into the kiss. That gives you the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth and tangle it with his. You can feel him growing hard under you as you rub yourself sensitive against him.

When you break apart for a quick breath, Hoseok stills your hips.

“Can we get rid of a few layers of clothing? It’s starting to get really hot.”

He’s right. You crawl off of him, hurry to the door, lock it and return to the sofa. The fire is still burning, but the heating seems to be on a high level too. It’s not just the making out that has you burning from the inside.

You take off your shirt and pants and watch Hoseok throw away his tank top and unbutton his pants. You take a few steps until you are right in front of him.

“May I touch?”

You eye his black boxer shorts.

“Goodness, yes please.”

You run your hand over his bulge. His head falls backwards, his mouth open. You keep working him through his underwear. His Adam’s apple bobs as he pants. You lean in and place a kiss on his throat. His neck smells delicious. You need more of it.

While you slide your hand inside his boxers to finally touch him fully, you leave little marks along his neck and shoulder. You enjoy the way his breath catches whenever you run your thumb over his head.

“Maybe you are the one with the power after all, sweetheart.”

You tighten your grip on his dick, moving up and down faster. His breathing comes in shallow huffs now.

“I can’t… much longer… I…”

You kneel, pull down his boxer shorts and take his dick in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his head before taking him in as far as possible.

“Ah, y/n.”

He buries his hand in your hair and pulls on it. You like the mild stinging sensation. It only takes a few of his thrusts until he spills his cum onto your tongue. You keep swallowing and clean him up.

His eyelids are heavy when he withdraws, and you look up at him again. He pulls you up with such ease, as if you were a doll, and gives you a kiss that feels warm like molten chocolate and very, very intimate.

“Would you like if I reciprocate?”

“I would like it, but don’t feel obliged to do so.”

“It’s not an obligation. It’s a reward.” He gives you a little bit of a side eye as he says it. You smile.

“A reward for how well I’ve done?”

“No, though you did very, very well. A reward for me. For somehow managing to find the most interesting and beautiful woman of the entire evening and not boring her to death.”

“Mister, you definitely need to work on your self-talk.”

Hoseok nibbles on your ear. It feels surprisingly pleasant.

“I have a tendency to ramble when I feel awkward or uncomfortable. Rambling is pretty boring.”

“Maybe you have to think about who you are surrounded by if you feel uncomfortable around them.”

He moves on to your neck and finds a particularly sensitive spot. You press your body against his. One of his hands finds the clasp of your bra and opens it. You let the bra slide down your arms and throw it to the side. Rubbing your nipples against his muscled chest feels amazing.

“I’ll be hard again in two minutes if you keep going like that.”

You only giggle.

His mouth moves further down to your chest. He runs his lips over your now perky nipple. You whine at how nice it feels, your eyebrows drawing together in a frown.

Hoseok blows on your nipple, which makes your squirm. You’re so turned on by now that your underwear is soaked through. If he doesn’t get there soon, you’ll have to make him.

“Very pretty.” He traces the tattoo under your boob with his tongue.

While he holds you in place with one hand, his other goes to your nipple and gives it a few experimental twists. You arch into his touch. He keeps going until you can barely bear it anymore, the heat in your lower belly almost burning you up. Then, suddenly, he isn’t touching your anymore.

“You, you!”

Your eyes snap open. Hoseok is standing in front of you. An indulging smile is on his lips.

“Don’t edge me again.”

“Not tonight.”

His hands wander to your panties. He runs two fingers over your pussy and clearly feels the wetness.

The magma in his eyes turns to black fire. He hooks two fingers into the waistband and drops your panties to the floor.

“Sit down, sweetheart.”

You sit down on the sofa and spread your legs, so Hoseok has enough space to kneel down between them. He does and buries his nose in your pussy.

“Goodness, you smell nice.”

He withdraws a tiny bit and licks over your slit. You squirm, already sensitive. Thanks to him edging you before, it won’t take long.

His tongue finds your clit and he dives in as if he were making out with it. It has you seeing stars and gripping his hair as if it were the last things that were keeping you from drowning.

You are really close, pulling on his hair and panting like you’d run a 5k, when he pushes a finger into you. You’re so wet and relaxed that there is zero resistance. So he adds a second finger. He curls them and, after a few experimental probes, finds the right spot in you and taps it.

The sensation feels so overwhelming a tear slides down your cheek. You whine, you moan, you beg, though you don’t know what for.

Finally, everything in you tightens and then releases again and again. Until you are a boneless mess.

Hoseok pulls out his fingers and kisses a trail up your stomach.

“You look exhausted.”

“That. And content.”

The two of you kiss. Then he sits down next to you on the sofa and pulls you into a hug. You snuggle into his chest. He’s hard again, but you’re too tired to care right now. Aside from enjoying the view.

"How about, once you’ve rested up a bit, we go downstairs for a few more minutes and then leave? My place is quite close. We can chat, or have sex, or cuddle. I’m open for almost anything.”

“I like the sounds of that.” You sling your arm around his waist and close your eyes. “A few more minutes.”

“Whatever you need, sweetheart.”

Please do not copy, translate, or repost my work. Doing so will make you legally liable for stealing intellectual property.

#bts smut #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts fanfic #female y/n #female reader #hobi smut #hoseok smut #hoseok #hobi x reader #hobi x y/n #strangers to lovers #halloween

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thegreatandpowerfulversy · 5 months

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My overactive writerbrain is doing its thing again, taking the two most recent things I've been into and smashing them together into a bizarre crossover that still, somehow, inexplicably works.

This time, it's Worm and the Silmarillion. Specifically, I'm thinking about how there are three Silmarils, and three main Endbringers, and both of these groups of three things are themed around land, sea, and sky. So, naturally... what if they're directly related?

Imagine the distant future of Arda, maybe not quite to the third act of the Music of the Ainur, but getting close to it. It is the age of Men and Aftercomers, the younger Children of Ilúvatar who have never so much as seen an elf, who live and die and pass not into the Halls of Mandos but into some other, hidden place beyond Eä to await what is to come. The Valar keep to themselves in the west, Melkor was cast out and Sauron defeated, and none in Middle Earth Bet even remember the legends of the Two Trees and their Light, or the terrible Oath sworn to reclaim its last glimmers from any who would dare to keep them.

But even in this time, the Silmarils still exist, somewhere. Maybe someone delves and/or swims too greedily and too deep, or maybe Men advance their technology and look outward to the stars. But someone, somewhere, encounters something they shouldn't, and the time of kinslayings begins again.

Maedhros and his Silmaril were lost into a fiery chasm, deep within the earth. Even without their masters, the balrogs and dragons and the rest of Melkor's designs still lurk and work their evils. It is not just the greed born of Fëanor's oath that corrupts him, but external powers too, until nothing elflike remains and Maedhros becomes a hulking Behemoth tunneling through the bowels of the world, always chasing a spark that the currents of magma will never let him reach.

Maglor cast his Silmaril into the sea. But the sea is Ulmo's domain, and Maglor swore an oath to pursue the jewels even should the hands that hold them be a vala's. Whether he regrets his action or not, the Oath compels him to swim after the Silmaril, and it drives him to swim ever faster and harder and better, streamlining away everything he used to be until all that remains is a powerhouse of water itself, a Leviathan who carries the ocean in his wake as he circles the world and assails the coastlines where his prize might briefly have been.

Eärendil took a Silmaril into the sky, never to touch down again, never to let himself be seen except as a passing star to those below. He swore no Oath, and can keep the Silmaril rather than chase it endlessly, but in so keeping he finds within the knowledge and cunning of the Noldor, and a perspective from high above so foreign to the mortals who walk the earth. With the Light upon his brow, borne forever on the wings of Varda, he becomes the legendary firebird, the Simurgh, ever watching the lives below with a sense of duty to intervene and to keep the world's development along the path he knows is right. ...And also she transes her gender at some point, I guess.

But someone, somewhere, encounters something they shouldn't: perhaps Melkor returned to Eä, or another Ainu who neglected to join the creation after the visions from Ilúvatar but who enters now, late, like Ungoliant or Bombadil before them. Some catalyst alights upon the world and brings forth power and light, kindling conflict first for conflict's sake alone.

And sometimes, a volcano will send forth a brilliant spark to see the surface world once again, and for a while it travels from hand to bloodier hand, until the Behemoth emerges in an attempt at its recapture, and the Light sinks again in its wake. Sometimes, another jewel will wash up on the shores, ever followed by the Leviathan who lays waste to coastal cities, even sending floods upriver where the Silmaril has been traded inland. And through it all, the Simurgh sings what she can recall of Elwing's song, distorted with every new century passed until it brings only madness to all who hear. The Simurgh, too, is mad from it, but cannot cease, and her once well-meaning interventions in mortal affairs are turned quickly to the new power's ends.

...I don't have a plot or anything, this is just a vague concept based on a random connection my brain made and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down. Anyone is welcome to take the setting and run with it if you want, flesh it out a bit more, while I have plenty of other wips already that I should be writing.

#worm parahumans #worm web serial #silmarillion #wormblr #the silm fandom

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mikaharuka · 1 year

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Relentless Seduction - Official Post

Heyo y'all! So... this is a bit new, if you aren't aware, I'm a major fan of Ace Attorney and love the Wrightworth (Narumitsu, Mitsunaru) ship! In fact, I had brain-rot years ago, but was only a reader at the time. One of my friends, Momo (@axolotlsupremacyowo), is a talented Ace Attorney writer (go check her out!), so when I stumbled across the Narumitsu Day exchange a couple weeks ago, I told her about it.

So... of course, she enabled me to join with her, and here I am now. And because the stars aligned, Momo was the one my fic was for. To top it off, my perpetual vampire brainrot persisted, so here I am now! That's right, I actually wrote a Narumitsu vampire AU. And not just that - I ended up creating yet another world I'll write for again in the future. Guess things go out that way sometimes, huh? No regrets XD

...oh yeah, also, this was the other fic I did the Harlequin Romance summary thing on, alongside Flora Fati. This was a wild ride!

Title: Relentless Seduction

Author: Mizuka

Rating: Teen

Category: M/M, Gen

Word Count: 4120 words

Notes: I ended up creating another world - the Summer Night Verse

Summary: (...part of this challenge was the summary - that is below)

Unrestrained. Unrelenting. And completely unreal! When prosecutor and vampire hunter Miles Edgeworth's best friend and colleague Mia Fey goes missing one day, he’s determined to find her. Only an ominous sigil marks her disappearance - the same symbol that marked his father’s death years ago, and he will not… cannot lose Mia too. With Mia's younger sister, the spirit medium Maya Fey, and his junior colleague, Klavier Gavin, working with him, they try to find Mia in time. Unfortunately, their only lead is The Borscht Bowl - a haven for the vampire-obsessed, run by a charismatic, mysterious, handsome man... Bar owner Phoenix Wright knows that there’s more to the gorgeous visitor than the formal suits and briefcases. In fact, his protégés Apollo and Trucy are sure that the newcomers are tied to Phoenix’s closest friend and longtime regular, Franziska von Karma. As the crew dives into the seedy shadows of the mystic world, unraveling the mystery around Mia’s disappearance, Miles and Phoenix turn to each other, discovering a sizzling hunger that won’t be sated… but will their connection survive the dark truth?

[Based on Relentless Seduction by Jillian Burns]

Tagging because I think you might be interested? @mrsmungus, @udaberriwrites, @magma-saarebas19, @aislinnstanaka, @writingpotato07, @lena-hills, @tsunderewatermelon, @bleepbloopbotz @axolotlsupremacyowo, @kayedium-writes, @sliebman10, @oceangirl24

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sh4tt3rg1rl · 8 months

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TAOCC IS AMAZING, and boy has it changed since I first showed up

Aka: Elsie gets really sentimental for once

I’m gonna be honest, this is not the community I expected to end up in on this site. I joined Tumblr about October 29th and expected to end up as maaaaaybe a minor artist. At best. At the time TADC was just “that glitch thing that was blowing up that I thought was pretty good” and I was much more into murder drones anyways.

…Holy crabs, looking back on that…I had no idea what I was gonna end up getting into lol

I randomly followed the @/ragatha1 ask blog at one point, kind of confused as to what an ask blog was but hey, why not? That’s how I found Soup’s gangle blog and boy did things go off the rails. I was…so confused, I showed up smack dab in the middle of the Tiger insanity with no idea who any of these characters or people were. At that point iirc, “TAOCC” wasn’t even the name for the whole thing yet. I made Easton and was like “okay I’ll just have this goofy guy who likes sandwiches, no angst here, maybe he’ll make some friends, I really hope everyone likes him!”

BOY WAS I IN FOR A SURPRISE

I joined my first ever magma at that point as well! And I vividly remember being really confused but just doodling my sona in the corner and then people were like

“Uhhhh who the frick is Elsewhere I like your art :D”

and I was like

“Um

you what”

and thus I joined magma…a lot. Lol. That’s how I got to know soup and you (Xeya) and a few others. I felt so…weirdly new. Like impostor syndrome was in full force. That feeling hasn’t…really ever gone away, tbh.

And since then I’ve figured myself out mostly with only a few embarrassments to my name. I’m really grateful for the people I’ve made friends with, especially Fei, Star, Soup, and Xeya, as well as Kumo and Candy mods. You guys have been lovely to me, and I don’t know how I ever came to deserve that. It’s been rough at times, and I had to/still have to figure out boundaries and how to be assertive basically from scratch. This website still hurts me sometimes, and I accept that I’m a bit odd in some respects. But overall, people have respected that here much more than they do in my actual life. People have respected me here more than they tend to in real life. Before this I could share my writing and art with one person. One. I would go stir-crazy because I would make art and writing and never get to show anyone, which meant I just…spent like an entire year not doing anything. It sucked. And now I will just,..make art and characters for the funsies, and not get scolded for it. I can write incredibly florid descriptions and scenes about stuff like a freaking TOWN’S DESCRIPTION, and people will like it and tell me I’m good at this. I honestly might consider becoming a writer now when I become an adult. I learned that I can be shamelessly self indulgent when writing and people will enjoy it lol. Thank you guys for dealing with that btw lol. I will just MAKE CHARACTERS FOR PEOPLE FOR THE FUNSIES, a willingness I thought I’d all but lost. Like, I saw a 3d printer in my chem class two days ago and went “hmmm yunno what I could give a character in TAOCC a 3d printer for a head and that’d be so cool! Yunno, maybe Xeya would like it if I made that for her.” AND HERE WE ARE I’M CURRENTLY MAKING YOU A CHARACTER WITH A 3D PRINTER FOR A HEAD.

Also, you guys have no idea how grateful I am that you go along with my giant overarching plotlines. Like, my first test of the idea was Dusk’s domain and Sun’s trip to see Northeast, and then I was confident enough that people would care that I made the entire Lull/dungeon thing. The dungeon has been my magnum opus of writing, I put more work into that than almost anything else I’ve ever written. And people actually…respected that. I’m terrible at writing fight scenes, and yet I carried a fight scene for multiple hours with like…20 characters! I DIDN’T THINK I COULD HAVE TWO CHARACTERS FIGHT AND MAKE IT WORK AT ALL! OH MY LANDS I HAVE ACTUAL SELF CONFIDENCE NOW!! AAAAAAAAA-

anyways, that aside lol

it’s been wonderful, really. I feel like the pros far outweigh the cons for me, and the cons for me can be mitigated anyways entirely on my side of things lol. I came to this site looking for a community of people who would appreciate me, stupid flaws, autism, anxiety, writing and all. And I think I got that. And I want to find more, I want to keep going beyond this little bubble, but I want to always come back to this little circle of people. I don’t care how many rps or writing messes I end up in, TAOCC is always going to have a special place in my heart, flaws and all. It’s helped me get through some serious mess in my life, and being excited to come home to whatever insanity these lil guys are up to today makes me happy like almost nothing else.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Thank you for letting this odd moth in, I hope I’ve earned it.

HELL YEAH YOUVE EARNED IT!!!

You've been literally one of the kindest people I've met on the site. One of the most talented too! I've never seen someone write like you and. Honestly. Genuinely. I look up to you in quite a few aspects.

You're funny, kind, caring, skilled, and a great person overall. and im SO FUCKING GLAD YOURE MY FRIEND EEEEE HUGS SPINS YOUUUU

... (kicks feet) and I heard something about a 3d printer head oc youre making for me.... (teary eyed) (/pos) (me when people do things for me. i love yall. sm. love you elsie sm sM SM SM SM SM!!!)

#xeyasks #LOVE YOOUUUU #HUGS

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cf8wrk4u-us · 1 year

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One piece x TFRB (you can add the TFP kids if u want)

Since I already say that Cody had a bad first encounter with the Marines, and the fact that slowly Cody (Frankie and Priscilla) are getting more atention with their bounties, and the fact that they are part of some of the most dangerous pirates.

Do you think that maybe the Marines would "think" on what they did and take the kids out of the pirates hands?? If Marines like Koby could try and talk to them so the kids come to "safety"?

But then Cody tells him that a man with magma powers hurt him and wanted to take little Griffin away, how would the Marines react to that?? I guess that it will depend if they are good or bad Marines...

The thing is that a majority of Marines are sort of already conditioned or are just in the unfortunate position to obey any order given by the World Goverment, the same one that gave Nico Robin a 79,000,000 at just age 8. While some could think it's tragic most would just guess that there must have been a good reason for it especially for the governments habit of propaganda.

So must Marines who encountered the kids would assume there members of the crew and try to capture them. Maybe underestimating them at first as easy arrest.

For the few Marines that would be worried for the kids it depend on the crew they were with.

Any Marines who really knew the Strawhats, like Koby, Smoker, Tashigi, Garp, and even Aokiji wouldn't be that worried. Despite being pirates the Strawhats aren't a threat to anyone other than those that choose to attack them. Besides probably one of the safest places for a person wanted by the World Goverment would be with them, look at Robin for example. But they would recommend that any kids they have perhaps settle somewhere safe to avoid being seen as even bigger threats to the World Goverment.

Law would be another story, one that depends if he's still a warlord, most of the Marines don't trust him but would respect that him and members of his crew "officially" worked with the Navy. But after Laws netrayal that would change and everyone on Laws crew would be honsidered a criminal. Pricsilla would also be viewed as a threat on how deadly her Devil Fruit Powers could be.

As for Kid, given how Kid and his crew already have a reputation of destroying most Marine vessels and having a pretty high casualties count of both Marines and civilians, anyone if the crew would have been seen as an immediate threat even if they were kids. Especially if it was seen that Cody (who was probably ordered too) attacked a Marine ship.

So yeah while most Marines would feel a little bad that kids were parts of pirate crews they still see it as there duty to try to bring them in. And about rescuing them its unlikely ether, lots of kids or young people join pirate crews at different ages like the Donquixote Pirates, the Kuja Pirates, even Roger let Shanks and Buggy join when they were age 9.

It's an unfortunate truth.

As if Koby heard about this he be confused at why Luffy has a kid on his crew but not worried, Law and Kid be another story and something he feel sorry for.

As for if he meets Kody and finds out about Akainu.

If most Marines found out Akainu attacked Cody they feel a little bad but not enough to go against him, to go against Akainu who is the current Fleet Admiral is practically a death sentence given that the man has killed Marines for disobey him and nearly killed Koby himself.

So yeah Koby isn't a fan.

Koby meeting Cody and finding our about his trauma with Akinue would apologize, the Marines are supposed to protect people and he's sorry that there are parts of the organization that don't live up to that. He might even try to offer Cody an escape or a chance to get away from Kid so he could be taken to a safe island or village to set up a new life there. Something he offer to Frankie and Priscilla

Though it's doubtful the kids would take him up on it, given that being out on sea is the best chance at finding the phenomenon that sent them there.

Also Cody would be still maybe a little mistrustful of Marines. It was a real shock to him what happened, all his life, he was taught to go to law enforcement if he was ever in any trouble.

That they would help him.

It was the case at first with the first Marines he met, treating him kindly and prepared to help him. Only to turn cold and aggressive when given orders by there supervisors to apprehend him.

Cody really goes through a lot in this AU.

#transformers #rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #cody burns #frankie greene #priscilla pynch #one piece #koby one piece

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xgoldenlatiasx · 1 month

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Heroverse- The "Canon" Protagonists

contrary to the title this isn't about the Heroverse protags at all. this is basically me explaining the roles the "canon" PKMN protags play in the verse. when I say this I mean like Lucas, Ethan, May, etc. because a good chunk of these guys actually DO exist within the Heroverse lore even if they're not in the role of "protagonist"! well, some of them exist, and some of them are taken up by "placeholders".

Akari- doesn't exist. her placeholder is Hana, ancestor of Quartz and former chosen of Shaymin and Giratina.

Rei- also doesn't exist. Placeholder is Atticus, ancestor of Blake and a former chosen of Reshiram.

Red- The only "canon" protag that is also still a protag in Heroverse. Specifically of the FR/LG games, I don't feel I have to explain it. Chosen of Mew and Articuno.

Leaf- Red's sister. Became Prof. Oak's assistant as a side thing in her pursuit of Mew/Mewtwo. Still fleshing out her story, but it has something to do with Red disappearing and her thinking that finding Mew/Mewtwo will bring her the answers. Haven't decided who she's a chosen of yet, potentially one of the Legendary birds?

Ethan- Al's best friend. A Pokemon breeder, Pokeathlete, and chosen of Celebi.

Lyra- Another one of Al's traveling companions. An expert battler and future gym leader of Mahogany Town, after Pryce retires. Chosen of Suicune

Brendan- Arcelia's rival, future professor, and chosen of Latios.

May- Her story is a bit interesting. The events of Ruby are semi-canon in Heroverse, in which Team Magma did try to awaken Groudon before the events of Alpha Sapphire, it just wasn't as intense and the rest of the region never learned about it. May managed to stop them which is why Team Magma are "good guys" by the events of Alpha Sapphire. Potentially chosen of Groudon? I haven't really decided. If she is her bond with it is dormant, since its asleep. Besides all that she's a pretty renowned trainer who everyone thought was gonna take on the league and beat Steven, buuut inexplicably gave up on it and kinda hid herself from the public eye. Also the daughter of Norman.

Dawn- Not sure about her yet tbh. Haven't come up with a placeholder for her yet, or decided if she has a place in the canon.

Lucas- Professor's Rowan's assistant and Quartz's friend. He's also dating Barry. Haven't really decided what to do with him outside of that yet, but Sinnoh has a fair amount of Legendaries to work with so he might become a chosen.

Hilbert- Placeholder is Cole, an ex-trainer who became a double agent that's pretending to work for Plasma, but in truth is gathering intel to deliver to the League on how to stop them. Also trying to find his sister and get her out.

Hilda- Placeholder is Ashlynn, Cole's little sister. Also an ex-trainer, but Team Plasma managed to guilt her into releasing her Pokemon and joining them. She was formerly King's trainer, Blake's Snivy.

Serena- Haven't decided. Potentially one of Auberi's distant cousins. Might make her a chosen of one of XY mythicals.

Calem- Also haven't decided, and will also potentially be one of Auberi's cousins and a chosen of an XY mythical.

Serene- Haven't decided

Elio- Haven't decided

Victor- A friend of Hop's who lives in Wedgehurst and eventually ends up dating him. Potentially a chosen of Calyrex

Gloria- Haven't decided, will potentially be Victor's sister

Juliana- Haven't decided

Florian- Haven't decided

#pokemon #pokemon oc #the heroverse

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bastiodon8 · 2 months

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If you’re still looking for more drawing requests - please do some more of your magma grunt OC Derek! How about him and his Pokémon? Or his interests/hobbies? His tasks within Team Magma?

hello anon

before I get into improvising rambling about derek, I'd like to mention that technically, he isn't really oc? in the anime, there's a grunt addressed specifically as derek, and although I did make up like. pretty much everything, by that logic, derek is a somewhat canon character!

there are a few headcanons on the doodle pages seen here, but here are even more headcanons that I didnt write out under the cut here:

he comes from fallarbor town, explaining most of his team choices at this moment.

sandshrew was his starter pokemon! I don't know what it is exactly, but sandslash just feels very derek to me.

there isnt a really complicated reason as to why derek is a doppelganger. people can literally just resemble each other in real life and I think it would be really funny. steven doesn't know how to feel about this.

somewhat related, derek would be handsome enough to make it in the entertainment industry. the only reason he isn't taking advantage of this fact is solely because it isn't really his thing. it might also be because he dresses like he's adam sandler outsude of work and fears nothing but a good sense of fashion.

his style is casual, comfortable and loose! he pretty much wears whatever outside of work but he leans mostly on shirts and shorts since hoenn is subtropical and everything.

no one has ever seen this man angry. it seems like he's practically chill with whatever. this trait makes him a good listener and sometimes a seasoned mediator.

went to a technical college and got a degree in mechanical engineering and specialized in metallurgy for devon corp after graduating.

he only joined team magma because half of his department (including him) got laid off by devon. he vibes pretty well with the team motivation, but isn't aware of the more destructive side of things. he's just glad that he can still have a stable life!

as a grunt, he's not perfect or due for any sort of promotion any time soon. his laid-back demeanor can cause a surprising amount of tension and greatly contrasts the general work environment of the team. but in spite of that, he's still a decent and appreciated member of the team!

he likes to go on nature hikes! he's very entranced by the beauty of nature. would be the kind of dude who lives in the moment and like. touch grass. he's also very enthusiastic about staying fit and being in good health, and likes to exercise in other ways as well.

the relationship he has with his father is somewhat strained. a hardworking, yet traditional and stern man with a pechant to rant about the most trivial of things and has a less than favorable opinion about derek. derek has since learned to respond to his dad's ramblings and scoldings with a simple "that's crazy, dad." and to go on with his life. otherwise, his family life and upbringing was relatively stable and in spite of his tensions with his dad, he loves everyone in his family.

cool pansexual guy.

and that's all I have. I could probably try to expand on certain concepts if I have the brainpower for it, though. thank you for reaching out, anon.

#team magma #magma grunt derek #ultra wormhole 44 tag #ask tag

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supermarine-silvally · 9 months

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Well, this turned out angstier than I intended lol but at least I kept it to under 1000 words!

Summary: An innocent question from Perona leads to Yara unleashing some of her anger at her father, unaware of who might be listening.

Caution: Spoilers for the Marineford arc ahead. Tagging @oneirataxia-girl and @auxiliarydetective because you guys know what happens but fair warning to anyone who doesn't know how that arc ends.

“So what’s the deal, anyways?” Perona asked as she floated by the couch. “With you and ol’ Hawky, I mean.”

Yara shrugged and continued running the cloth up and down Yoake’s thin blade, wiping off the humandrill blood. “What’s there to say? I’m only here to get stronger so I can kill Teach and that magma bastard.”

“Yeah, but he’s your dad, isn’t he?”

“Only in a biological sense.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Let’s get something straight, ghost princess.” Yara glanced up for a second, meeting Perona’s eyes before returning to cleaning her sword. “Dracule Mihawk might be my father, but there’s only one man who I recognize as my dad-- and that’s Edward Newgate. He loved us-- all sixteen-hundred of us-- like we were his own children, which is more than I can say for certain other people.”

“Harsh.”

“Not as harsh as abandoning your baby at a convent and cutting all contact with her for the next nineteen years.”

Perona stopped. “Oooh, damn. Is that what he did to you?”

“Pretty much, yeah. I guess my existence became too inconvenient for becoming the World’s Greatest Swordsman or whatever.” Yara let out a bitter laugh. “Which, you know what? I could almost forgive. Being a pirate is dangerous, and he doesn’t have a crew, so it’s not like he could just hand me off to someone else to look after while he goes and does sword things. So, sure. Leave me to spend the next thirteen years getting yelled at by nuns. But he never kept in touch. Never checked up on me, or gave me any indication about who I even was. I had no idea he was my father until I was about eight, and even finding that out was a complete coincidence.”

“What happened?”

“I discovered an old bounty poster at a market one day with his face on it, from before he joined the Seven Warlords. As soon as I saw his eyes…” She trailed off, before shaking her head. “I knew I finally had something of an answer to the question I’d been asking myself my entire life. When I showed it to the Mother Superior, she confirmed my suspicions. …That was a strange day. I went from being a nameless orphan with a funny eye to the daughter of one of the most powerful pirates roaming the seas, all before dinner.”

Yara dropped the bloodied cloth onto the floor and picked up a clean one, gently massaging it against the black blade. “I used to hate my left eye, you know. I didn’t understand why I looked like this, only that it made the other kids stare at me as if there was something wrong with me. For the longest time, I wore an eyepatch over it. Both to hide my association with Mihawk, and to keep people from thinking I was some sort of freak.” A sad smile rose to her lips, her tone softening. “Ace changed that. It was the first time anyone had ever made me feel beautiful.”

But as soon as the smile came, it vanished. “Not that it matters now. Ace is gone. Pops is gone. Most of the Whitebeard Pirates are gone. Perhaps being Mihawk’s daughter is all I have left.”

Perona opened her mouth as if to say something, but closed it again, apparently changing her mind and letting Yara continue.

“Damn Mihawk. What pisses me off the most is that the man acts like he’s never had a challenge in his entire life,” the young swordswoman muttered, raising her blade in the air and studying it under the light. “But you know what would’ve really been a challenge? Maybe alleviated some of that infamous boredom of his? Raising his fucking child. I think he probably expected me to find out about him somehow and then show up in twenty years to throw down the gauntlet, but if he thinks I want anything to do with him beyond strengthening my swordplay and haki, then he’s delusional. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of a real fight.”

Yara lowered Yoake, placing it down on the couch beside her before giving the scabbard a quick wipe. “Ace and I used to talk about our shitty fathers all the time, and while his situation was terrible and I can’t even begin to imagine the pressure that was put on him his entire life, at least Gold Roger had the courtesy to be fucking dead. Mihawk couldn’t even give me that much.”

Perona’s eyes widened. “Uh, Yara--”

“--And you know what? If I could snap my fingers and change it so that he died while my mother lived, I would do it in a heartbeat. I don’t regret being born, but I do regret having such a useless father who couldn’t even do the bare minimum and send me the occasional birthday card.”

“Ya-ra.” Perona tapped her finger into the air twice, indicating towards something across the room.

Yara turned around. Standing just behind her was Mihawk, his expression unreadable.

She leapt to her feet like a startled cat, meeting his stoic gaze with a ferocious glare. “What do you want?!”

Mihawk did not flinch. “Your observation haki needs some improvement,” was all he said.

Yara’s eyes narrowed, a fierce, hot anger bubbling in her chest. “Oh, fuck you,” she spat, allowing it to boil over. “I’m glad you heard all that. You’ll never be even half the father Whitebeard was.” Whirling around, she slid Yoake back into its scabbard and stormed off.

Silence descended upon the room as Mihawk and Perona watched her go. Zoro, who had arrived at the door behind Mihawk, did a prompt one-eighty-degree turn and quickly left.

#oc: bravada yara #my ocs #my writing #thank you so much for the prompt alvita <3 i hope i did okay with it!#yara post-marineford is not okay guys #get this poor girl some therapy

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