sorry, sorry, sorry, the tv show jeeves & wooster ends in bertie getting engaged to two women by accident (he asked neither) being forced into a wedding day due to manners, jeeves then rescues him via a "does anyone know why these two should not marry" themes scene in the church. also included wistfully looking out the window on the day of the wedding waiting for jeeves to return with the evidence needed to cancel the wedding and bertie having a look of absolute joy as he's standing by the alter and jeeves enters the church door to decalres he doesnt have to go ahead with the wedding. hello???????????????
also haunted by images of the midnight strolls in the gardens that are very popular in fics
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Ok, it's been a month. It's nobody going to talk about Sun standing on his tips when he's welcoming the player to the daycare?
Look at this ballerina we have right here.
(Video I screenshoted from)
And I don't think it's an animation mistake or that thing that happens when you aren't going to see a part of the character, so the animators just don't animate that part. You can see from the players pov that he sudenly goes a bit taller and then back to standing normally
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cw: possessiveness, biting/marking. minors DNI.
Zoro knows you're his--all his--and gets the most perverse thrill from flaunting it in front of Sanji.
For all the simpering and slavering that idiot cook does over you, it makes Zoro's pulse race knowing that it's him that you crawl into bed with at night. That damn cook can drool all he wants, but it's Zoro that knows every inch of your body and all the ways to make you cry, Zoro that hears all the pretty moans and whimpers you make when you're edging closer to your peak, Zoro that you beg for when you're needy and wet and desperate to be filled.
He can't help but make sure it's crystal clear who you belong to. You squeal when he sucks at your neck a little too long, leaving marks that he soothes with soft kisses and licks.
"Zoro, stop," you whine breathlessly, fingers running through his mossy hair, "people might see."
"Let 'em," he growls, "not like they don't know who you belong to anyway."
Your protests stop as he slides down your body, using his broad shoulders to push apart your quivering legs. His cock throbs when you whine and cry as he bites the soft flesh of your thighs, leaving imprints and scrapes, drawing the faintest bit of blood. He grips your hips so hard you can practically feel bruises blooming under his fingertips and nips at your skin again before burying his face in the apex of your thighs, making you forget all about the marks that cover your body.
Zoro makes sure you wear your shortest skirt the next day--the pretty blue one that you tried on for him at that little shop, where you just looked so good in it that he fucked you right then and there in the fitting room and had no other choice but to hand over his money for it afterwards. He knows the only one looking that closely at your thighs (at least the only one who would actively admit it) is Sanji, and his heart thrums a little faster when he sees Sanji's lascivious stare turn into a crestfallen expression, and he catches Zoro's eye.
"What's your problem, cook?" he preens as he shoves past Sanji to join you on the deck, and wraps his muscled arm around you, pulling you close. His wide hand slides down your back, and he cups your ass in his hand before giving it a rough squeeze and a light slap.
"Zoro," you keen, "what if someone sees you do that?"
"Then let 'em look," he whispers hotly into your ear, and he can feel his cock twitch, thinking of all the ways he'll defile you later and leave you marked as his. "You're all mine, what do I care if they see?"
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