#penguin squawks

[penguin-scribbles]

hello tmcblr, may I offer you despairduo in these trying times

[goodlucksock]

How does a penguin build a house? Igloos it together

Penguin socks available at GoodLuckSock.com

[miasophiaworld]

[djodjo-2000]

[goaliekisses]

they really chose a photo that captures sid in his element

[lacunasbalustrade]

oh my goodness I didn't realise until eating cookies

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, no matter how commercialised it may be!

[fanaticsnail]

Last One Laughing

Masterlist here

Word count: 970+

Synopsis: The Heart-Pirate crew were bent on getting their Captain to smile, no matter the cost. Swapping jokes after mealtime, you all continued to check over your shoulder to see if you managed to break the upturned curve into Law's face.

Themes: platonic heart pirates x reader, non-romance fic, eating, drinking, gambling, making each other laugh, comfort fic.

Notes: @indydonuts said she was having a bad day. Wrote this in the hopes of bringing her some joy 🖤. I hope you like bad jokes, love!

Tag list: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @mfreedomstuff

“Okay, okay, okay,” Penguin ushered his hands in a swatting motion downwards, his lips curling into a broad smile, “Me next, me next.”

All sat at the dining bench, food trays laying scattered and emptied at the edge of the lengthy metal table, the Heart-Pirates gathered on the pews and sat swapping ridiculous jokes all in the hopes of getting a rise out of their Captain: Trafalgar D Water-Law.

It was no easy feat: gaining one of Law's very rare smiles. The entirety of the crew were dedicated to making the dark-haired man crack a small smirk, but the sought after grin would take more than a simple joke to break it into his lips.

“What did the Fishman say when he swam into a wall?” Penguin’s snicker made it all the more difficult for him to conclude the joke, but he teetered it off by clutching at his collar.

“What?” you asked in return, eyebrow arched and grin beginning to crack over your lips.

“Dam,” he squawked, his outrageous and overemphatic laugh was more contagious than the hilarity his joke managed to produce. Penguin snuck a glance over to his captain, noticing his frown and subtle click of his tongue was all Penguin's joke managed to invoke.

Shachi clapped a hand over Penguin’s shoulder, leaning forward and smiling over at you and Ikkaku across the table.

“What's red and bad for your teeth?” he did his best to stifle his growing smile by sucking in his bottom lip. The room shrugged, Ikkaku’s shoulder bumping your own from your position beside her.

“Candy?” Bepo offered with a single, fuzzy, pointed digit, his voice contemplative and reflective.

“A brick,” Shachi concluded, Penguin’s squawked laughter only growing in volume, much to the delight of your crewmates around you. Shachi snuck a subtle glance to his captain, Law's back now turned to face away as he rose to his feet - returning his tray to the kitchen bench.

“Oof, he's tough to crack today,” Ikkaku whispered through gritted teeth into your shoulder, “You reckon we should up the anti?”

“I don't see why not,” you confessed, lip down turned and eyes wide, “What have you got?” She cleared her throat, prompting the crew to bring her their undivided attention.

“Two guys walk into a bar,” she states in a loud and booming voice, prompting Law to halt in his tracks as his ears pricked up.

Ikkaku smirked, crossing her arms and sucking in her bottom lip, her delivery concluded with, “The third guy ducks.”

Shachi and Penguin roared with their laughter, Bepo offering a polite chuckle as your giggle and shake of your head joined in with their chorus.

“Okay, that was bad,” you reached for her forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze, “But I am so glad you're actually participating this time.”

“Hey, you all involved Berry,” she clapped her hand over your own and braced herself against you, “Like I was gonna turn that offer down.” Law reached an inked finger over the counter, collecting a steel canister of water and returning to his space away from you all.

“What did the janitor say when he jumped out of the closet?” Bepo asked the crew, each member turning over to meet his beady, dark eyes with anticipation. Bepo held his paws beside his face, giving them a gentle shake as his brows upturned.

“Supplies!” he shrieked in glee. Shachi clapped his hand over Penguin's chest as Penguin threw his head back against Shachi’s shoulder: both laughs far more entertaining than the delivery of the Bepo’s joke. You snuck a glance at your captain, his cup raised to his lips and eyes remaining serious and unmoving.

“Fine,” you utter to yourself in a quiet whisper, cracking your neck within your palms and fingertips, “Have it your way.”

“Heart-Pirates,” you shot through the air, your manner scolding and serious, “You all know it is inappropriate to be making ‘dad jokes’ when none of us are actually fathers. We all know better than this.”

“What do you mean?” Bepo’s pale, bear face was knit with concern.

“Yeah, what's the big idea?” Penguin asked, his brows furrowed and defensive, “I thought we were all enjoying the dad humor. Why can't we make 'dad-jokes'?”

You remained serious, glaring at your crewmen as your eyes sparkled with delight and mischief.

“It’s a faux pa.”

The silence was broken by a sound none were anticipating. The hummed chuckle cut through the air like a slash of a blade, prompting all of you to snap your heads over to seek out the source.

Trafalgar D Water-Law and a smile painted on his lips, his eyes closed and his cup clutched firmly within his inked fingers. At that small chuckle, the crew laughed in glee: each of their melodical ulations harmonizing in unison.

“Hah! I got him!” You exclaimed, your joy evident in your eyes as you pointed your index finger at the crew around you, “Pay up, you lot.”

Slaps of Berry were scattered on the table in front of you, your subtle bounce on the balls of your feet and squeak of joy responding only had Law's smile rise further up his face.

You shot your captain a winning smile, offering him half of the Berry you collected from the crew. His palm upturned before him, a shake of his head was the refusal you needed to keep the hoard of wafer papers all to yourself.

“Alright, crew,” you offered to the Heart-Pirates around the table, “Next time we make port, drinks are on me!”

Cheers scattered amongst the crew, new joy found at the promise of fresh ales frothing at the brim. Law's eyes searched his crewmen, halting over each of them individually before his eyes settled on your form.

While his crew always managed to bring him support and had his back no matter what; the memory of his own ‘faux pa’ prompted Law to chuckle.

Donquixote Rosinante, Corazon, would be proud of the crew Law had surrounded himself with: his spectral laugh echoing in his mind as Law's smile only stretched wider.

[kastelixa]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ You do it to yourself

Title from Just by Radiohead

summary: Giving Leon a shower blowjob right after the events of the gaming situation.

¡This is a continuation of this!

you don’t have to read it but this will make no sense otherwise LOL

cw: Reader has male body parts and is referred to as he/him, smut but no penetration, praise/degradation, Leon is a little condescending, porn and very little plot lol, blowjobs, shower sex?, weird set up, set friendship/relationship.

wc: 3,377

note: Leon and Reader have a rather odd relationship sooo,,, LOL don’t take it too seriously. There’s more of a focus on actions than dialogue, but that’s just because I get lost in the scene. No one asked for this except for that one person on ao3 so this is for you random person that I now love :33

You almost slip on your way to the bathroom, heart lurching out of your chest in the process. Leon laughed, of course he did. “Careful there, sweetheart.” he smirks, all arrogance and teasing. Christ, never fails to get a pout out of you.

“Shut up, asshole.” You grumble in return, though it’s lighthearted. Kinda. You’re all bark and no bite. Someone steps on your tail and the only response you’ll give is a bitchy whine. Leon likes that, a lot. Maybe too much.

He keeps a hand on your arm the whole way, to which you try to ignore. Really, you’re preening under all this attention; you can’t help but stare at Leon. His bulging muscles that flex at the slightest movement, his chest that you just wanna motorboat, those fucking thighs that could crush your head like a watermelon.

He has you wrapped around his finger. As do you to him. Inseparable. Finally reaching the bathroom door, you slap Leon’s hand away when he tries to open it. Cause you’ve gotta do it. No reason to it. Just friendly competition. Of what? Who the fuck knows.

Ignoring his glare, you smirk to yourself cheekily. The smell of jasmine and eucalyptus bombards your nostrils, making you let out a soft hum of delight. Gotta love those Glade air fresheners.

The both of you are practically dying to get into the shower. Dried cum sticking to your inner thighs making your pants feel stuffy and moist is gross and uncomfortable. Gives off a musty scent that makes your nose scrunch up. You’re practically fucking waddling like a penguin, sensory issues all around.

You want to get in first, but being the nice person you are, you gesture to the shower lazily and nod towards it. “Hurry up,” you huff in mock irritation. Leon only raises a brow, already in the process of undressing.

“What?” he mumbles as his arms stretch to pull off his shirt, lovely pecs and chiseled abs making your pupils dilate. “We’re showering together. I thought that was clear?” he says that last part mockingly. Makes you wanna bite him.

“Fuck off. There’s no way we’re gonna fit in my tiny ass shower.” You scowl, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly. Leon rolls his eyes. Typical. You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you? Should shut you up with a cock shoved deep in your throat. Would be a fucking wonder to his ears.

“We’re showering together wether you like it or not. Suck it up,” he frowns. The bastard has the balls to put his hands on you, forcibly yanking your clothing off your body and ignoring your squawks of protest. You have to hold onto his shoulders when he gets to your pants, considering how you almost end up flailing over.

“Besides, it saves water *and* time.” He grinned, as if he cared about *your* damn water bills. It’s not like he’s the one paying them anyways, right? Finally regaining some sort of control, you swat his hands away, wanting to do the rest of the undressing by yourself.

“Fine fine, whatever. Just don’t blame me when you slip and bust your ass.” You grumble, stepping out of your pants which were bunched up at your knees due to Leon’s poor and rather reckless attempts to get them off. Reaching up, your hands pause at the elastic of your boxers, butterflies pooling in your tummy.

Leon notices this and openly stares in amusement, “What? Getting cold feet?” he taunts, making you shoot him a dirty look. “Shut up, just feels weird.” You retort somewhat meekly, unable to maintain eye contact for long.

“Weird?” He parrots, confusion painting his face. “What’s so weird? We just finished humping each other and busting our loads in our pants.” he states crudely, no shards of shame in this man. Absolutely none. He just loves to fluster you, knows it gets to you real good. Fucking funny.

“Jesus, don’t be such a freak,” you scowl. Makes you look cute, that little mad expression on your face. Makes Leon wanna pinch your cheeks and be mean to you some more. It’s like pushing a puppy around. “What? Scared of the truth?” he scoffed. “Just whip it out already.”

“Fuck’s sake, alright alright!” You finally relent, though with some last slivers of hesitation. You decide to bite the bullet, yanking your boxers off in one sloppy motion and kicking out of them. So now you’re just standing there like an idiot, cock and balls out and about.

And Leon’s just fucking staring like the perv he is. He’s doing it on purpose, a smirk on his face and his hands on his hips as if he were examining some enigmatic museum painting. It makes your hands shoot down to cover up, an action that has Leon almost burst out laughing. “Ah, get a hold of yourself. My junk and your junk aren’t so different.” he teases, before fucking finally walking towards the shower to turn it on.

Now you’re the one staring. Of course you are. His ass looks nice, got some pretty cocoa colored birth marks on it. Your hands itch to reach out and just start groping and squeezing to your hearts content. Also, he’s a fucking liar. His dick is way bigger than yours; thicker too. It’s got a mushroom head, uncut, and god does it look tasty.

He’s also hard.

You can tell due to the way his cock stands at attention proudly, twitching against his lower tummy, precum beading at the rosy tip. Would you be able to take that up your ass? Probably not. Doesn’t stop you from craving it though.

Now you’re hard too. And you hate it. Because you know Leon’s gonna say some stupid shit and taunt you. So while he tries to tame the water temperature to be something handleable, you desperately try to tame your cock down.

How? You don’t even know. Maybe thinking of something that would turn you off? Like your mom or… fuck, that just made shit weird. Groaning internally, you try to think of something else, but everything fails. Because Leon’s stupid face keeps popping into your mind unwarranted.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” Leon’s voice suddenly drawled out, the smugness in his tone palpable. God, fucking damn. You’re mortified, almost near flinched. Somehow, getting caught with a hard on makes your cock twitch with need, precum starting to pool at your own tip.

“Fuck off, it’s just… it just happened.” You try to save yourself, but there’s no doubt at what’s happening here. You’re both turned on by each other, and the tension is as fucking weird as it is sexy. Before Leon can say anything, you step forward, pulling the rest of the shower curtain aside so you could fit in, “Just get in already.”

Leon chuckles lightly, “mhm,” he hums with that cheeky smirk still on his face. He joins you in the shower, and immediately you two are pressed up against one another. You weren’t lying when you said the space was small. Leon doesn’t seem to mind. No siree. Not one bit. In fact, this is the best day of his life.

Staring down at you, he practically towers over you, casting an ominous shadow over your frame. Your brows twitch, curving into a frown. “Hurry up before it gets cold.” you huff, lips pouty and head dipping shyly. It’s a natural submission, one that you don’t even notice. He thrives off of that.

Without another word, he took a white rag and a bar of soap from the shower caddy, lathering up the cloth until it gained suds and a eucalyptus scent. Made your nose twitch and the tension ease out of your body. You’re a sucker for some good scents.

Somehow, this feels strangely intimate. Leon feels it too. It’s enough to get the both of you to cut the teasing and taunting bullshit for now. Your eyes flutter shut, humming delightedly as the warm spray of water cascaded down your back, dowsing the both of you in a cozy glow.

A shudder goes down your spine when Leon starts to run the soapy rag down your body, rubbing it along your arms, neck, back and so forth. Every part of you. “Feel good?” he murmured, his usual cocky expression gone in favor of a much softer one. It felt odd, considering how you two were just friends, but were doing something lovers usually did. Lovers. That word felt foreign to you. Scary, even.

“Mhm,” you hum quietly in response, leaning into the soothing touches. Leon smiles. He scrubs you good, making you feel squeaky clean. Makes sure to get that clumped up mess of cum between your thighs too, subtly smirking when you stiffened slightly.

Placing the cloth down and the bar of soap back into their places, he retrieved the shampoo that laid in the caddy. Gaining some of that viscous liquid in the palm of his hand, he brushed it through your hair, lathering it up until it felt foamy and puffy. Only then did he wash it out. Honestly, the whole process felt like a blur to you. It just felt too good, to be cared for like this.

Almost fell asleep. Once he was done pampering you with delicate touches and massages, your eyes fluttered open. Reciprocation was craved. “You don’t have to,” he mumbled, “I want to.” you said. And you did. Using the same soapy rag, you took care of him. Your fingers occasionally traced over scars and patches of bruised skin, lovingly grazing dotted marks like constellations. You’re enraptured.

You shampoo his hair too, running your fingers through those blonde locks that feel silky and smooth to the touch. Leon shuts his eyes, his shoulders drooping into a state of relaxation. He feels the same. God, he’s usually such a worrywart. It feels nice to let go like this. To be touched and appreciated. Worshipped.

He sighed, letting the stream of warm water wash away remaining suds and scented foam. He doesn’t want to leave. Not yet. Hunching over a little, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, shifting modestly to be able to properly face you in such a cramped space.

His lips ghosted your skin, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. It’s suffocating in the best way possible. You wrap your arms around him too, holding him as if he were your lifeline. “You smell good,” he mumbled, kisses becoming more frequent along the sensitive row of flesh that belonged to your throat.

You don’t have anything snarky to say. The thought is there, but you don’t want to. Not worth it. Not at all. “Uh huh,” you let out a shaky breath, rewarding him with a mewl when those kisses turn into gentle suckles. Your cock twitches against your lower abdomen, and his presses against it. Slowly, he starts to rut into you.

Cocks rubbing together, he continues to lather you in affection, hands gliding up and down your back, occasionally squeezing your ass or rubbing your shoulders. You moan softly, nestling closer. Any longer in this shower and you’ll start to prune, but damn does this feel good.

Unable to properly peer up at him due to the continuous fall of water, you settle in for nuzzling your face into the column of his neck, tentatively sharing lovely kisses of your own. He parts from your throat, cupping your cheek in his hand to pull your head up. You don’t get a chance to speak before he mashed his lips against yours, tongue slipping in to dance.

You whine into the kiss when you felt his freehand snake down to grasp onto your dick, starting to slowly pump it up and down. “Leon,” you whimpered against his lips, hips involuntarily bucking forward. God, your water bill is going to kill you.

“Shh,” Leon cooed, reluctantly parting from the lip locking, “Just enjoy it.” his thumb occasionally found purchase on your rosy tip, rubbing vertical lines onto the tiny slit to coax out precious drops of precum. Fuck, that felt good. Made you louder, Leon noted.

He does too much for you, you think. You wanna touch him too. Wanna taste him. “Leon,” you mew softly, eyes big and pleading once you manage to gaze up at him through the relentless spray of water. Drops of it clump up your eyelashes, but you don’t care. “Can I suck you off? Please?” you beg prettily, and Leon just can’t bring himself to say no to you.

“Fuck, yeah, you wanna?” he groans, cock twitching excitedly at the thought. “Uh huh, yeah, I wanna,” you whine. Shit, how can you go from stubborn boy to whiny bitch in mere seconds? Hell if he knows. You don’t wait for a response, instantly getting on your knees. The hard floor makes your bones hurt, flesh turning rosy, but that’s okay. Yes, that’s perfect.

His cock aligns with your face, and you just have to kiss it; so you do. Your pillowy lips plant against the heated tip, hot tongue darting out to kitten lick away the milky precum. You don’t mean to tease, you’re just completely lost in the sensation. It’s new to you, sucking a dude’s cock. Leon can tell. So he doesn’t rush you, but damn. He needs more than just cute licks.

“Fuck yeah, keep going,” he encourages, hips tilting forward in a silent plea for more. You comply, mouth parting to take the head in first. You start sucking on that, like a baby with a pacifier. You look stupid. He loves that. His hand cups the back of your head, practically fucking begging you to just take his fat cock into your mouth already.

Finally, you do. It’s not quick, but you slowly slide the rest of his meat into your mouth. Gagging instantly due to his size, he grunts when your throat squeezes around him. Whining, you try to get used to the feeling. It’s not everyday you get a cock in your mouth. Especially one that belongs to your best friend.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, you start to bob your head up and down, feeling the veins and ridges of his shaft tickle your insides. It’s weird, an almost alien feeling. But fuck, it’s amazing. Addicting. Your cock agrees, considering how it continues to twitch and throb pathetically.

Cute, Leon thinks. Getting a sloppy blowjob from his best friend while in the shower was not something he expected. His skin is already starting to prune. He focuses on the pleasure he’s feeling, biting his bottom lip to keep a particular moan from spilling. You’re progressively getting better, learning from the noises he makes and the slight twitch his thighs give when you do something that he likes.

Your tongue swirls around him, lips suctioning and swelling. You’re drooling all over him, making a hot, sloppy mess on his dick. Not to mention how embarrassingly loud you’re being, slurping as if you were starving. Maybe you were. “Mmngg,” you whimper and grunt around him, voice sending vibrations throughout his entire being that made his toes curl and his eyes squeeze shut.

“Fuck, fuck, so good,” he hissed through his teeth, unable to keep himself from abruptly thrusting into your mouth. He shoots you an apologetic glance when you gag and his tip hits the back of your throat, but god, he can’t help himself. Can’t wait anymore.

So he gives in, starting to gently thrust into your mouth. He can feel that coil tightening up, the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching, and fast. You take as much as you can, even as you gag and choke. Somehow, that makes it so much better. Makes you start to move your hips too, only you’re humping air instead of someone’s face.

Poor thing. So needy. Fucking the air like a goddamn dog in heat. Makes Leon pity you. His thrusts become heavier, balls starting to slap against your chin. “Shit. Fuck. Gonna cum soon,” he panted softly, “Love your mouth, gonna cum all over it. Y’gonna swallow?” he huffed out his breaths, keeping one hand on the back of your head. The other one was splayed against the slippery shower wall to ground himself.

You do your best to respond, letting out a pathetic ‘mhm!’ in between muffled mewls and whimpers. You can feel yourself about to cum from just this. From just Leon fucking your face. “Good boy,” Leon hummed, satisfaction playing across his features. Snapping his hips forward, he ignores your wet gagging and pleading whines for mercy.

“Fuck, i’m cumming. Swallow it all,” He demands. Not like he needs to. He knows you’d do it regardless. You do as told, eagerly swallowing as much cum as you can as soon as he starts to shoot his load in between grunts and moans. Even as your cheeks start to puff up due to holding so much in your mouth and some spills out. You’re trying your best, and that’s all that matters, right? Right.

It’s all so much. So much that you can’t take anymore. With a loud whimper, you bust your own load, heavy cum spewing from your twitching cock in thick ropes. One, two, and then three. It all immediately gets washed away by the water spewing from the shower head. How the water hasn’t gone cold yet is beyond you.

Finally, Leon’s cock starts to soften in your mouth and he slips out with a wet pop noise. His chest heaved with every breath he took, muscles starting to relax. “Atta boy,” he murmured soothingly, looking down at your dazed and flushed expression with a smile on his face. Pulling you up carefully by the arm, he held you against his chest, rubbing comforting circles against your back with his palm.

Your knees hurt like hell, but you’re too content to think about it. Leon notices and winces, crooning sympathetically, “shit, sorry.” he mumbled sheepishly, attempting to stabilize your wobbling form. You chuckle tiredly, “it’s okay,” yeah, more than okay. “Kiss me please?” you plead, glancing up at him with a small pout. God, since when did you start asking for this willingly?

Leon hesitated, a bit taken aback by your request. It’s sweet, seeing how needy you are. Some part of him feels guilty, but the warmth that seeps into him from your pleading tone is enough to make him relent. “Alright,” he mumbled, taking claim of your lips once more. It’s sweeter than the first time. Saliva and tongue exchanged. It’s like your melting in his mouth, being all syrupy and cute like this.

He sucks on your lips, and then your tongue, making you whine. Another minute and he finally parts. His heart flutters in his chest and it feels strange. Like butterflies are swarming his belly. Can’t tell if he likes it or not. He doesn’t want to break the spell you both seem to be in, but he does eventually.

Lightly chuckling, he ignores your eyes, “We should step out now. We’re getting all pruny.” it’s a lame and rather awkward attempt, but it seems to work considering the halfhearted glare you shot his way. Much better. Hesitantly, you reach past him to turn the shower handles, cutting the heavy stream of water off. Ugh, bad idea. The cold air made you shudder, goosebumps forming along your skin.

“Alright alright, c’mon,” you huff, stepping out of the shower on slightly wobbly legs. Leon follows, much more steadier than you. Back to your regularly scheduled program of teasing and playful jabs, you suppose. You grab a towel for yourself from underneath the sink cabinet, and another one for Leon. Only you throw it at him lazily.

He manages to catch it before it hit the ground, “rude,” he huffed in feigned indignation. You only roll your eyes, “Oh, shut up.”

Doesn’t hide the smile that played at your lips. But it’s a good try. Drying your hair off with the rough towel, you’re both quiet, with only the sound of fabric rubbing on skin present. You’re both lost in thought. Processing things.

“You’re paying my water bill.”

“Absolutely not.”

[naffeclipse]

If a leopard seal ever gunned it for penguin-harpy-Y/N their days would probably be numbered, because Eclipse would not like that

...Oh no I just imagined what if penguin-Y/N got bit by a leopard seal, and even though they got away they're wounded, and after Eclipse kills the seal he tries to talk to Y/N, who refuses to come back into the water and is bleeding on the ice aaaaw noooo

Gah!!! This!!!

You're trembling like a leaf and heaving breaths. Your focus keeps slipping, hazing around the merciless memories of being dragged through the water like a ragdoll. A brief thought occurs to you to cover your torn flipper arm. It's so red against the white ice. Feathers caught in the wind fly away. Distantly, you hear Eclipse, but everything is ringing in your head, and you still feel the leopard seal's teeth digging into your feathers and flesh.

You remember the black-and-white blur that freed you from its jaws. Eclipse found you. There was so much more blood in the water. The leopard seal was torn apart. You fled to the ice, fueled by panic.

He protected you.

Then he's there, pulling himself across the ice to cradle you. You squawk, terrified of its return despite its demise, but Eclipse softly murmurs comfort. He pulls you against his chest. Held tightly in the claws that just destroyed the predator taking a bite out of you, you marvel at the net of safety in his embrace.

Through a rattling gasp, you ask where the babies are. Are they safe? Eclipse tells you yes. They didn't see what happened. They want to see you. He'll take care of you first, stop the bleeding. You're going to be okay, birdie. He dealt with the threat—he gnashes his teeth as if he still longs to rip into the carcass for a more thorough punishment.

Instead, he gingerly takes your injured arm and presses his large palm to the torn flesh and mess of feathers. For a time you can't name, he stops the bleeding. You become aware of the agony now slipping through the fading adrenaline, and when you fuss and whimper, he's whispering gently against your cheek.

He'll help you sleep away the pain. Just a few notes of his voice will ease you out of the pain.

You let him.

[cyborg-franky]

SUPER MEGA IMPORTANT QUESTION:

Who is ticklish in the one piece universe???

And WHERE is ticklish????

(Thank you so much!!! How are you doing?? Lots of hugs and love!!!)

I am okay <3 I had boba and the world is a good place once more. I hope you are okay too and hugs back <3 I hope you enjoy my dumb headcanons!

Ace This little shit is ticklish all over, especially his armpits and tummy. Like ticklish to the point he wheezes and runs out of breath. He always hides the fact he's ticklish. He doesn't mind a tickle fight but he feels embarrassed when people know he is. Sometimes prone to catching on fire where he can't contain himself, be warned.

Marco Only his neck, like around the front and back. No one ever thinks he is so he's never had to bring it up in conversation but if you get him just right on the neck with a gentle touch or a kiss he folds in on himself and makes a 'gack' squawking sound.

Izou He is but if you find where he's ticklish and try and tickle him it's the last thing you'll ever do.

Deuce His back, neck, ribs, and if you tickle him he will cry or whine about it for weeks.

Zoro He has ticklish feet but I'd be wary if I was you, his knee jerk reaction is to punch someone who is tickling him because he hates how it feels.

Nami Ticklish back and tummy but just like Izou and Zoro she will make you pay. Sanji Tummy is his weak spot, he lets out the most delighted giggles when you tickle him but he will be cursing you out as it happens, it renders him useless, just flops around like a fish. Usopp ALL OVER, If you look at him too long with the intention of tickling him he gets all flinchy and wriggly and whines out a stoooooop before you even touch him. Brook Well, not really, he just likes to pretend he is and when he see's you tickling someone else he'll ask for a tickle fight too <3

Luffy Another all over tickle bitch who laughs loudly and flails around with tears in his eyes. He loves to be tickled however and will roll around and pretend he doesn't want it but if you stop he'll pout.

Sabo He's not ticklish because he has no soul [just like me] but if you find that one tiny place behind his knee he'll murder you [just like me]

Kid Behind his ears, brush hair back or adjust something and he'll act like you just shot him in the heart and he'll hiss and huff and snap at you with a blush across his cheeks.

Killer KNEES, I know this sounds odd but just put your hand on his knee cap and gently move your fingers and he does a wiggle and a gasp, slapping your hand off.

Law He'd sooner die then let anyone know, ever. A secret he'll take to his grave. Shachi and Penguin know and will tell you for a price [the price is an icecream or something shiny] Corazon His tummy, good luck getting to it though, he'd be on to you as soon as you got out a ladder and placed it against him to climb up and tickle. But if you do manage to get to his tummy, blow raspberries and hear the big strong marine undercover spy laugh like he's an 8 year old.

[rubyiiiusions]

crawls out of the void,,, here u go bowuigi enjoyers

tongues and teeth // bowser x luigi

word count 2244 // ao3 link

summary: “Ah, rigatoni… I’m sorry–” “It’s fine.” “...Oh. Eh… has no one ever called your singing beautiful before?” “...Not in so many words.” (or, luigi is afraid of a lot of things, but fire has never been one of them, much to his dismay.) [rated T: mario movie spoilers, hurt/comfort, torture, rough kissing but they dont kiss its just really gay ass dialogue]

He’d banged his head against the bars, jolting as the chains above him whirred away. …Great, just as I thought I could stop having a panic attack, Luigi thought wryly, hissing in pain and scrambling to his feet as he was lifted, his cage pulled up into the gaping maw of the ceiling. Below him, a few of the penguins(and of course that absolutely enlightening blue star, but Luigi had been trying to filter out its voice) squawked out protests or questions, and he bit his lip. Like I chose to be here! He wanted to yell. I never wanted to go in the sewers, I never wanted to get sucked in here, I never wanted to leave my brother! I just wanted to start a business, wanted to prove to my dad that I’m more than just a good student…

I just want to go home. 

“Here he is, your highness!” The wizard chirped, far too cheerfully, and Luigi let out a small, nervous laugh, giving his captor a small wave and trying not to instinctively rub the sore spot where a few of his mustache hairs had once been. 

Luigi could see the smoke curling in the air as it left Bowser’s nostrils. It was almost mesmerizing, the way he could see the barely-held-back fire, trapped in his maw, glowing and flickering in the dim light of the throne room. If he wasn’t terrified, he’d be curious. 

“Shoo, Kamek,” the King dismissed, and the wizard instantly scurried away, muttering a quick yes sir. And, suddenly, they were alone. 

Luigi’s heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Bowser, letting out a quiet heh and pulling at the collar of his shirt nervously. For a moment, all his captor was doing was studying him, tracing his figure, as if imagining what it would be like to tear him apart, how his skeleton would look bare, skin burnt to a crisp. 

“Is… there a reason you brought me here, L-Lord Bowser?” He ventured tentatively, sweat beading from his forehead and dripping down his neck. 

The Koopa let out a huff that could have passed for amused. “Never had one of my prisoners call me ‘lord’ before,” he mused, and extended a hand. A glowing, shimmering star materialized in his palm, spinning at his will. It pulsed and thrummed, like a heartbeat loud enough to rival Luigi’s own, power radiating from it in waves. Bored, Bowser flicked it with a finger, sending it spinning across the room, before calling it back to his grasp. 

“Eh… what would you prefer?” Luigi asked, trying and failing to tear his gaze away and instead opting to awkwardly readjust his hat. “King? Majesty? Sovereign? Sir? Master?”

Bowser seemed to choke on something before clearing his throat. He closed his fist and the star flickered back to its place behind his throne. “Lord and King are fine, thank you,” he snarled, more embarrassed than hostile. Luigi took a sheepish step back. 

“You… bald ape people fascinate me,” he muttered, more for himself than Luigi. The human furrowed his eyebrows. “So small, so… smooth. Warm-blooded. It’s odd.” 

“We’re… uh, we’re called humans, sir,” Luigi attempted, voice small, but Bowser didn’t acknowledge him. “Majestic, even…” the Koopa was muttering, lost in his own thoughts. “Is there…”

He snapped back to attention and took a booming step forward. “You! Uhh…”

“Luigi,” He tried to state calmly, but it came out as more of a squeak. 

“Luigi. Yes.” Bowser clasped his hands together. Luigi tilted his head curiously. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that the Koopa King was nervous. “I have a very important question for you.”

“Me?” Luigi almost whimpered, and his heart was racing. …Mamma mia, what have I gotten myself into?

“Well, duh. You’re the only one here,” Bowser muttered, still quiet, and Luigi stifled a yelp of fear at the reminder, taking another step back. He cleared his throat and, surprisingly, seemed to retreat into his shell a bit, eyes darting from his talons to the volcanic brick floor to Luigi and back again. “Let me… present a hypothetical situation. You look like her. If… if you were a powerful, strong, heart-stoppingly beautiful princess who led her subjects to great prosperity, would you fall in love with me?”

Luigi blinked. “What.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Princess Peach!” Bowser snapped, casting his gaze skyward, as if a spotlight was trained on him as he went into a powerful, heartbreaking monologue, Romeo and Juliet style. “The most beautiful princess in all the land? Blue eyes, blond hair? Ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom, which I’m about to raze to the ground as I ask for her hand in marriage?” There were stars in his eyes, somehow glimmering brighter than the one shining behind his throne. “She’s… she’s perfect. I’m going to rule the world by her side. We’ll destroy everything… together.” 

Luigi let out a small, nervous laugh. “I… eh, I don’t know if I can answer for the princess… I’ve never met her, and–”

“Let me rephrase,” Bowser snarled, and suddenly he was towering over Luigi’s cage, smoke curling from his open mouth, rumbling in a growl. He yelped and scrambled backward. “If you were Peach, would you fall in love with me?”

“Y–Yes!” Luigi blurted, terrified, and Bowser’s eyes widened. A genuine smile spread across his face. What the hell is wrong with this guy? 

“As I assumed!” The King clapped his hands, turning to hide his excitement. Luigi found he couldn’t tear his eyes away. “Thanks for your help–not that I needed it, or that you had a choice,” He quickly tacked on, shooting him a glare that somehow seemed forced. “I wasn’t nervous, by the way.”

Bowser waved a hand and the chains holding Luigi’s cage in place began to whir, sinking slowly back into the ground. Luigi kept his eyes trained on that shell, shining in the flickering firelight, and that tail that whisked back and forth happily until the throne room turned into a sliver of light and disappeared. He let out a sigh of relief, far too shaken to unpack any of the truth in his words. 

-

“If… ah, if you don’t mind me asking… what’s so special about this ‘Peach’?” Luigi ventured. He would have been terrified–hell, he still was, but he could breathe and his heart wasn’t threatening to beat out of his chest, so he counted that as a partial victory–if these… visits hadn’t become a regular occurrence. It was like clockwork; every night(or what he could only assume was night–the time his internal clock was begging him to sleep, but that wasn’t quite a reliable source) chains would start whirring and he’d be pulled back up to the throne room, face to face with King Bowser himself. If he wasn’t so put off, he’d be bored, but there was something about him that seemed to spark a flame in Luigi’s chest, as if preparing him to burn to a crisp. 

Bowser had a faraway look in his eyes that, for once, was marred with conflict. “She’s… she’s beautiful,” he murmured, and Luigi studied the sudden softness in his expression. “She has heart-shaped bangs, the voice of an angel, the strength of a thousand men, the…” He trailed off, cleared his throat. “What an absurd question. Now, tell me. If you were Peach, would you be entranced by this song?”

(He couldn’t answer for the princess, but Luigi was so drawn in by his bellowing, trembling voice, shaking with emotion, that he couldn’t do anything but nod, couldn’t tear his eyes away from those fangs, curved and sharpened to a knife’s point, couldn’t turn away no matter how much of a bad idea this was. He was a prisoner, after all, but he’d been beginning to wonder if it was to the Koopa King or his own, traitorous, fearful(aflame) heart.)

-

“Your voice is beautiful,” Luigi couldn’t help but murmur in the deafening silence that followed. Bowser let out a small huff, a tiny smile flickering on his face for a moment. 

“I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me and meant it.”

Luigi turned, eyes wide with shock. He was sitting at the foot of the piano, and he could have ran. Should have ran. But there was nowhere to go, and what harm could one more song do? 

“...Really?”

Bowser shrugged, seemingly resigned, soft around the edges. “I mean, the only other person I’ve ever sung for this way is Kamek, and… well, you know. Brainwashed and everything.”

“Huh.” Luigi studied the king’s eyes and, for the first time, saw something that might have been sadness in them. 

(His irises were auburn, a gnarled tree caught aflame.)

“So you think Peach will like it?” He asked, soft voice betraying the hidden longing in his expression. 

“Mamma mia… I’d be surprised if she didn’t,” Luigi answered honestly, and something trembled in his chest.

-

Luigi yelped as a claw curled around his mustache, pulling playfully at the hairs. “Wha–yeowch–what are you doing?”

“Physical torture,” Bowser responded bluntly, before breaking off into a bellowing laugh. Fear and awe, in equal parts, boomed in his chest.

“Eh… I thought…”

“Wrong!” Bowser hummed, gleeful, and the malicious grin on his face widened as his claw moved from tugging at mustache hairs to tracing Luigi’s jawline past his ear to flick his hat. “You’re my prisoner. I’ll do as I please. What, did you forget? You’re entirely at my mercy.”

He should have been afraid. Was afraid. But…

That fire, glowing from behind Bowser’s barely parted grin. The way his eyes flashed, fiery amber. He was afraid of a lot of things, but flames… flames had never been one of them. No matter how much it hurt as they singed his fingers.

-

“Ah, rigatoni… I’m sorry–”

“It’s fine.”

“...Oh. Eh… has no one ever called your playing beautiful before?”

“...Not in so many words.”

-

He knew it was the beginning of the end when as his eyes were drooping, the chains didn’t clank and whir anymore, didn’t pull him up to what had somehow become his escape. He heard a faint whooping of joy above, the newly-captured Kongs and Toads sitting sullenly in their cages, some rattling their bars and others yelling at the floating, ever-cheerful turquoise star, and bit his lip.

What the hell had he been thinking? How had he let that fear, the only thing keeping him alive right now(and maybe not his brother, but–no, he couldn’t, wouldn’t think about that right now) morph into something entirely different, something he was afraid to put a name to? Why hadn’t he noticed? Why–

Oh, no… why did he miss his voice?

-

The wave of relief that surged through him as Mario swiped him out of midair with a cry, pulling him close into a tight hug, swearing to never let go, was almost enough to extinguish the fire.

Almost. 

But as Luigi’s eyes caught Bowser’s, as the ice shattered, as the volcano roared and the princess he’d heard so much about cried out, reaching out in vain as the bullet bill surged towards her castle, seemingly infinitesimal in the shadow of Bowser’s Castle, he felt a spark lick its way from his stomach up his spine, through his veins, and settle into a flickering flame in his chest.

It had been nothing compared to this; the searing metal trash can lid, the burns on his palms, stinging, and the metal was bending. The star thrummed behind him and Bowser’s panicked roar echoed in his ears, humming humming humming with the fire that licked just beside him, curling around his mustache in a way that had him seeing stars.

He wondered–was this what it was like to feel alive? To burn?

And then–

A white glow, searing behind his eyelids, but it was cold. Fast moving, like an icy, brittle moon orbiting its sun, and his skin was shimmering, tingling with a numbness that made him uneasy. Nonetheless, power flooded through his veins, beating with his heart, and he narrowed his eyes. 

Fear was a good look on Bowser. So was defeated, lying facedown in the dust. Luigi had a strange urge to reach down and smooth the tangles in his hair. Almost a shame, how pathetic he looked, rendered to nothingness and trapped in that jar.

-

(He dreamt of his voice, of full, booming piano tones and bursts of flame, of amber eyes.)

-

Luigi was jostled awake to the realization that he couldn’t breathe or move. His eyes widened and he stifled a yelp. His wrists were bound, behind his back and tied to a chair, and sweat beaded at his neck. The walls were flickering, and fear bloomed in his stomach. 

A rumbling laugh, far too familiar, echoed throughout… wherever he was, and he whimpered. Something stirred in his chest, and he gasped when he realized it was a spark. It was too late–the flame was already fueled. 

“You’re an amusing one,” Bowser growled, low and cocky as he lumbered forward. Oh, how Luigi wished that voice didn’t send a shiver down his spine, equal parts relief, yearning, and fear. A claw hooked under his neck, thumb playfully teasing his mustache before poking at his lower lip, mouth agape. Bowser licked his lips. “I think I’ll keep you.” 

[penguin-scribbles]

Dudes I doodled one of my ocs today for the first time in probably years and omg it reminds me of how much I loved drawing her back in the day

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Hello! May I request (general) Penguin with a reader who is very shy and quiet before dating/in public but once in the relationship she turns out to be very playful? She goes almost unnotinced while standing next to Oz in social events, but she whispers silly things to him and shows affection in subtle ways like kissing his cheek, squeezing his hand, hugging his arm and such. Thank you!

"Subtle Silly" General Penguin x F!Reader

LET'S GO PENGUIN, LETS GO!

TW: None

It was a funny thing you two were dating in the first place. He's a rather... gregarious personality. You don't miss a face like that. He fills a room with his voice, his mannerisms.

Then there's you. Shy, voice doesn't raise above a certain volume. Sleazy upper crusts ask him, just where did he find you? It's like a little church mouse waltzed in amongst the birds of prey! Aren't you scared of their talons?

Oswald will laugh at these posers who merely want to feel the danger of rubbing elbows with a man like him, protected by a false safety net- Why of course she's not, the dear thing. She slips between the dangers and disappears into the cracks before you even notice.

You've chosen to be caught by him, you know. There's something unspoken about it. That he trusts you to walk through the room unheard by others. He knows where you are. And that's because he knows the real you.

It's genuinely ideal in the sense that he likes playful. You'd almost slipped past him even! Yet he'd caught you laughing, mischievous- bright eyes and a smile that lit up your face. He thought you'd be a fun fling. Then it turned into more than that as you opened up, piece by piece.

He finds himself lacking without your hand creeping along his arm after a while. He doesn't expect you to hang on him and he certainly doesn't want you being overly physically affectionate in a way that would put you in danger. And yet... He feels himself spring alive when you surprise him with a kiss on the cheek.

You know how to make him smile which, really, is an incredibly valuable thing for a man like him. It's worth it's weight in gold. He'll be having a day of back to back bad news. Then he feels the tickle of your breath on his ear, the struggle not to laugh in your voice as you tell him something goofy. His laugh is coarse, almost like a squawking. People will wonder what you told him. But it's your little secret, isn't it?

The truth of the matter is, church mouse, he'd shed blood for you if you waved your hand in the right direction. If you squeezed his hand on command for it. The two of you know each other in a way no one else sees on the outside. He wouldn't trade that for anything.

[questionable-chnt-hc]

Fennel just understands the macaroni penguins

Like they just see one, it squawks and they just reply with something like "oh my god I know right"

They Get It™️

[dalliansss]

Turgon, tipsy, turns to Finrod. His vision is now in triples, and even though himself and his cousin are doing nothing but sitting with Glorfindel and Ecthelion (all of them in varying levels of drunkenness, really, not just tipsiness), still, Turgon's vision shows him three Finrod's, and he cannot help but think that right there is a disaster waiting to happen. Three. Finrods. Eru's withered balls. Not even Valinor can handle such a trainwreck waiting to happen. They started the drinking an hour after the Mingling. Just their usual. It is in the middle of a work week, and they can't really afford to be plastered, but Turgon knows Finrod will plaster himself anyway, and Ecthelion will have to fish his cousin from the nearest ditch, or rescue the nearest plant pot from Finrod's grasp.

"Wait," Turgon slurred. "Why do you know a lot about frogs?" He asks this as if this is the greatest mystery in Arda, and not the cryptic line in the Ainulindalë: all Music comes from Eru. "'S like....you've been...talking lot about frogs....why do you know all these things about frogs?"

The triple Finrods in his vision sway left to right.

"'Cause of Egg," Finrod says. "Cause my hanno asks all the things 'bout frogs....so I have to know lot about frogs. Frogs, you know. Ribbit ribbit." Then Finrod tips his head back and laughs uproariously.

Glorfindel laughs somewhere by Turgon's left. "Frogs are great," the second blond in the group supplies.

"You could eat them, you know," says Ecthelion. "Wonder if they taste good with potatoes."

"S like Finno," Turgon's words stumble one over the other. "Knows a lot about frogs. Maybe even more than Yavanna. And-- Ingoldo--know? Said exactly same thing. Because of Egg. He had to learn all this...trivia about frogs. What is it with frogs and Aikanár? Tell 'im-- tell 'im go be interested in penguins some time. Frogs. Tulkas's flea ridden beard. Frogs."

"We penguin waddle!" Finrod excitedly declares. In Turgon's vision, his cousin splits into four. Four! What was going on?!

"Wha's penguin waddle?" Ecthelion asks.

Finrod tries to stand. Tries. But his balance fails, and he topples sideways. Glorfindel squawks awkwardly and catches him. Both blonds giggle like no tomorrow, and Turgon finally goes cross-eyed, and he shuts his eyes. Ugh....now he's the one who needs a bucket....

[newtonsheffield]

🤣🤣🤣 these consultation antics have me in stitches!! Assuming 9 months of visits and testing and whatever, I'm sure there will be a lot of fun back and forth between those two! At what point is Edwina like, enough, you don't get to come to any more of my appointments!

To be honest by week thirty Edwina’s already rolling her eyes because Kate’s mostly spending her appointments flirting with Anthony.

Edwina’s noticed how Kate and Anthony seem aware of one another. Whenever they’re standing close their bodies seem like magnets, leaning towards one another, moving in sync. She notices how Anthony winks at Kate over the top of his clipboard and Kate looks away with an embarrassed exasperated shake of her head and a small smile on her face. And even Matthew who, look Edwina loves him, but he’s not the most observant person in the entire world, hissed when they left his office.

“Did you notice Kate and Dr Bridgerton?”

“Thank you!” Edwina squawked, “So Flirty!”

“Okay well, when you left to go to the bathroom, Kate wrapped her hand around his tie and said Baby otters, you’re a cutie.” Matthew opened the car door, helping her inside.

“She didn’t.”

“She did!” Matthew gasped, “They obviously forgot that your Mum and I were sitting in the corner like stunned bloody penguins!”

“What did he say?! Why weren’t you filming this, Matty?!”

“He said, Are we still having dinner tonight?! And I looked at your Mum who was clearly shaken by this revelation. So long story short: Your sister is seeing our Obstetrician.”

“That sly dog.”

“To be fair, he seems like a super great guy, and they’re both adults, and his tie was pretty neat.” Matty said, settling himself in the driver’s seat.

“I’m not talking about him, he’s had a raging hard on for her from the first appointment.” Edwina sighed, “I’m talking about Kate!”

“They were actually pretty cute together.” Matty said, “Please don’t overreact to this.”

But Edwina was already on the phone, “Hey, Arsehole!”