#runs arounf and around

[kaoharu]

two more periods until i can go home oh my goodness

[tally-ace]

RAHHH THE FFVII REBIRTH THEORIES... STAY BACK!!!!!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!! GRAUUGHHAHHH <- painful beast transformation but nothing changes at all

(Rebirth spoilers for chapter 11 in tags nothing super specific and purposefully vague but still there)

[cowculater]

after watching a horror movie i just have questions

[blueparadis]

okay. enough of dragon!boyfriends; i want dragon!girlfriends.

dragon!girlfriend who wags her tail and hums when they are around you,always keeps her tail wrapped around your waist or on your belly, or curled arounf your wrists when you two are sitting next to eachother, when she can let her dragon-form be in light.

dragon!girlfriend who always rubs her nose againt your neck whenever she is sitting on your lap making love to you, never bites you but sometimes runs her fangs upon your skin with feather touch precision because the urge to mark never truly.

dragon!girlfriend who takes suppressants during her mating cycle to keep the heat under control so that she could spend her cycle being near you smelling your sweet human scent, not in some cave and chained, where no ligh touches her, where not even the thought of you reaches her.

dragon!girlfriend who tries her best not to let her dragon form overtake her dormant state while having sex, yet when she feels your fingers knuckle deep, your lips kissing every inch of her body, lips sucking her taut nipples suddenly her tail is touching your skin, her limbs starting to get covered in scales, wings starting to spread; and you know you have done your part when she rolls you over to sit on you, let her wings spread to the fullest, while her hips have already started to move as she tries to satiate her desire.

[nynxhaswritersblockk]

Think I need someone older

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader

Comfort/romantic

TW: Mention of sleep paralysis & rape

Hope ya'll enjoy this a little regardless of the sensitive topic!!

It was a quiet night at the prison, except for the uncomfortable feeling you've been having the whole time. You couldn't fall asleep like that, it was impossible, as soon as you felt tired and tried allowing your body to rest, your eyes shot up again. It felt as if you were being watched, as if someone or something was creeping over you, footsteps sounded and then whispers..

Your body shot up, it was early in the morning and you quickly realised that you experienced one of your sleep paralysis's again. Quickly you got up, getting dressed and grabbing your c/w, walking out of the prison cell you called your room. At breakfast you were quiet, not saying a word and it caused the others attention. "Why are you so quiet today?" Rick asked you, a worried look on his face. "Didn't sleep well" Was your reply as you began picking at your food. You didn't feel hungry, the memories of lastnights 'nightmare' repeating in your head over and over again.

After breakfast you went into the prison's garden, caring for some of the plants there as you constantly kept an eye out for any threats. A hand grabbed your shoulder, pulling you up and you shrieked out. "Woah, M' sorry, didn't know ya get scared this easily" Daryl's voice chuckled out, you turned around to face him. "What the fuck's your deal?" You shot back, making eye contact with him. "Listen Kid, something's clearly up with ya" He began, taking a step closer. "So why don't ya tell me what it is?" He finished his sentence, holding eye contact. You huffed out at him calling you 'kid', just because he was somewhere in his 40s and you were barely 21 doesn't mean he gets to call you that. "Forget it, you're the last person I'ld trust with my issues" You muttered back and rolled your eyes, returning to your work of caring for the tomatoes. A sigh escaped his lips as he kneeled down next to you. "Heard ya screaming last night, something happened?" He whispered quietly, making sure nobody else heard them. "I sure as heöl didn't scream" You scoffed at him, trying to ignore his presence. "Well, not scream, but ya know. I walked past your cell, heard ya sobbing and whimpering" He replied and sighed a little. "Sleep paralysis" You simply said, knowing that you couldn't hide it from him. He hummed in reply and got up again, ruffling your hair a bit. "Next time ya come talk to me, 'kay?" He said and stepped back a little, you nod slowly. "Mkay" You replied and went back to your work.

When you wanted to go to sleep in the evening you didn't know what to do, the same uncomfortable feeling in your stomach as the night before, when you fell asleep and had a whole ass sleep paralysis. You slowly got up, wearing a pair of pversized shorts and a T-shirt as you stepped out of your cell. Your bare feet hit the cold, stone floor of the prison, quietly walking by all the cells, until you came to Daryl's. His curtain was opened and he was lying on his bed, playing arounf with a ball he had found on his last supply run. "Come in, Kid" He said quietly and you hesiatted, thinking about leaving again, but eventually you stepped inside, closing the curtain as you sat down on his bed across from him. "What's up with ya? Ya look more disturbed than this mornin'" He said and let the ball fall to the ground, leaning forward a little to show he was listening. "I feel like I'll have another paralysis" You mumbled out, avoiding eye contact eith him. It was embarassing, this whole situation. Never had you told anyone about them, especially not some random guy you've been knowing for a week. To your surprise Daryl nod in understanding. "Why do ya get them?" He asked, his tone careful and for the first time he sounded actually worried. "Childhood trauma I guess" You mumbled and he looked at you with such interest in his eyes you almost couldn't believe it. "Uhm.. I don't know if you even wanna hear about this, I-" He interrupted you by saying:"No no, tell me." You took a deep breath. "My Mom's husband, he raped me when I was younger.." You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. Daryl stayed quiet, instead he pulled you a little closer, his arm wrapped around your body as his other one softly caressed your hair. "'M sorry this happened to you, It'll be okay, Baby. 'M here for you" He whispered quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he let you cry in his arms. Eventually you fell asleep and he let you stay, pulling the covers over both of you, as he held you close.

In the morning you found yourself still in Daryl's bed, but he was nowhere to be found, his crossbow gone too. He was probably on a run or just right outside the prison. A small sigh escaped your lips as you decided to just keep sleeping for a bit longer, enjoy the warmth and smell of Daryl's bed.

[lemon-russ]

I have no excuse for this.

Have some non-fic related Cato and ambassador porn. Not the same timeline this is just absolute straight smut.

Cato Sicarius x F!Reader

CW: straight smut with no plot, degridation, praise, size kink, semi-public sex?? Think that's all

Did not run it through any spellchecks/ grammar checks besides my phone keyboard so may have mistakes

“Unhg-” you gasp, grasping at the sheets.

“Shhhh, shhh…” Cato cooes into your ear, “You said you'd be quiet, right? Hush now, we cant have anyone finding us…” he murmurs sweetly as he bucks into you again.

You try to muffle a whimper, legs shaking and fists balling around sheets. “C-Cato-” you gasp as he thrusts again, “Yes- like that-” you whisper moan as his fingers reach under you and find your clit, circling it in languid motions as he pumps into you with a matching tempo.

He hums a pleased noise into your ear and uses his free hand to cover your mouth. You hear people walking past the door and talking as he does.

He'd led you into a spare room and told you if you were very good and quiet, He'd fill you with his cum. You couldn't pass that up, even though you were supposed to be on a ship to a meeting right now, with him as your escort.

He burys himself in you again, so deep you feel him fully pushing your cervix forward, distending your stomach around him a bit. You let out a muffled whimper against his hand as he shushes and soothes you, picking up the pace of his fingers around your clit and the pace if his hips burrowing his cock into your stomach.

“Good girl, so quiet and obedient today” he purrs in your ear. “No more stubborn fighting and whining, just taking your place as a good little cocksleeve, hmm?” He murmurs as he slams into you a bit faster.

Your eyes roll back. You know in the back of your mind how he's treating you is wrong and degrading- but right now you are his fuck toy, and its all you want to be. It wouldn't be so bad if he kept this mindset strictly to the bedroom…

You moan into his hand as he starts speeding up his attention on your clit, massive fingers increasing their pressure every circle. “You like that, little toy? You like being pushed into dark rooms and used?” He growled quietly, his hips making wet slaps as they met yours now.

You whimper an *mm-hm* against his hand, legs trembling and walls fluttering around him with each new push. He growls and removes his hand from your mouth, pushing you down against the bed with a strong hand between your shoulder blades.

“Good girl-” he grunts, “taking me so good-” he thrusts harder, “Such a sweet toy-” he starts hammering into you, and you have to muffle yourself with a pillow, desperately trying to hold back your cries of ecstasy.

His finger presses your clit harder and speeds up, and you lose yourself, coming hard. You soak him and the sheets, gasping and moaning into the pillow as your legs shook so hard they threatened to give out. You spasm around his cock, making him groan and move both hands to hold you around the waist and hold you up.

“Thats it- come for me- come little toy-” he growled as he fully pulled you forward and back onto him. After a few more pumps using you like a cock sleeve, he hilted himself so deep in you your vision blurred a moment, slamming hard against the opening of your womb. He twitched in you, and slammed a couple more times as you felt him fill you with his cum.

It was all you could do to stay concious as he filled you, and after a few more hilting thrusts, he groaned and fell over you, pulling you down onto your side, his cock still burried in you. He hugged you with one arm arounf the waist to his chest, shuddering out a moan of your name. “Good girl…” he murmured, leaning down to nibble and kiss your ear.

You whimpered im satisfaction, comfy in his arms, held like a teddy bear and stuffed with his cum.

As your eyes fluttered closed and drowsiness took you, you tiredly decided you'd make an excuse as to why you missed that meeting later.

[anotherfloridaman]

Your orc is ruthless. (Pt2) [pt1 here]

You remind yourself again and again as you run deeper into the forest, knowing the wrong step could lead to you falling and breaking your skull. Or rolling your ankle and getting caught by a predator. Or falling into a hole and-

You’re probably overthinking. But with everything going on, you’re justified. You got kicked out of the home you had for three years, and by the same orc who’d claimed you as his sibling. Its not every day your family just leaves in the middle of the night and you’re left alone. And when a raid on your village occurs, it’s not a raid, but orcs trading what they made for food and herbs they need.

Rico found you after your abusive ex cornered you in an alley. The asshole’s hands around your throat making it hard to breathe but before you saw black-

There was green.

Your face skids across the dirt, tired legs giving out from running for so long. The unknown darkness washing over you coldly. At about this time, you and Rico would’ve been curled up, maybe you’d braid his hair, or step on his back and relieve some of his pain. He has so many places to crack before he can relax. But now you’re blind by the night, listening to the forest sounds as your face turns red, the dirt having cut your skin lightly.

A sob leaves you, and you quickly smash a hand over your face, not wanting to draw predators if they were awake. A spashing noise makes you fear the worst until you see a fish jumping in and out of the stream nearby.

You crawl a bit closer, and use the water to wash your face. Your hands painfully stinging in the water, but not mattering as you realise were you are.

The same river you saved the orc child from. He was playing in a tree overhanging the river. You were collecting berries as Rico was lowly talking to another orc. A small crackle alerted you to the little orc, but the father of the boy was asleep against the rock as the branch snapped. A splash. And nobody was paying attention as he was caught in the branches, panicking.

The water wasnt too deep, but to the kid, it was enough to take him under without a sound of distress. Your small body leaped into the water, and the orcs were confused as they saw you dive in. But as you go under the branch and come back up, their eyes widen when one of their coughing little boys comes out with you.

(You didnt see it, but Rico got a pat on the back, and told ‘good pick, brother’.)

The memory seems so long ago. But nobody is there on the cold night. And you need to keep moving to get to some kind of town.

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“RICO!” The blacksmith orc yells in his face, almost snarling as the orc sleeps against the gates.

Rico jolts awake, and he scans around him, muttering about how he ‘did it for the grapes.’

“Where is your human? Why are you out here?” The man questions, flicking his head and looking at the gate. His split lip almost a trademark to who he is.

“Argo. Good morning to you too.” Rico sighs, sitting up uncomfortably “where is the human.” He demands, not up to games. “I need small hands for the handles. They need patterns carved into them and i get mad when i have to restart.” Argo huffs, crossing his arms with a lifted lip. Not liking to admit his own faults in his forge.

“The human isnt coming back.” Rico stands, dusting himself off.

Argo stares at Rico, and shoves him to the side, connecting dots and ripping the gate open as he looks arounf their view of the forest. “What did you do!?” He turns back to the door, running a hand over something. “Argo, what did you do?” He sounds, fearful. A bit confused of what he sees.

Argo finally looks to the door, seeing deep scratches where you had been begging to be let back in, hands banging and scraping on the door in fear of abandonment. In fear of the forest. In fear. In terror.

He did what he had to, right?

[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 24

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“Rúben, are you alright?”

“Uh?”

“You look a bit uncomfortable. Is your head still hurting?”

“I’m fine, just a bit tired” he smiled.

“We’ll be home pretty soon and then you'll be able to take a nap.”

“In our bed.”

“Urgh, our bed. I’ve missed it so much” Rowena said. And after that, the silence that had settled between them since Rúben woke up from his injury came back. “What are you thinking about?” she asked again, trying to start a new conversation.

“Nothing” he replied.

“That's impossible. You have to think about something.”

“No” he shrugged.

“Are you thinking about your dream? You had it again tonight.”

“I didn’t dream of anything.”

“Rúben, I heard you calling my name, saying that you didn’t want to leave us alone. Who is us?”

“No one.”

“Talking may help, you know?”

“Then why don’t you tell me about your dream, the one that also wakes you up almost every night?” he asked.

“I… um…”

“That’s what I thought” he said before looking out the window of their coach once again.

Her dream. Her nightmare. The one she had been having since the camp had been attacked and that it had only gotten worse after Rúben had been injured. It started the same, with her smelling something and then seeing all the blood and a dead man laying next to her. But the dark eyes looking at her weren’t the ones from the man she had killed. Now they were Rúben’s. 

Every time she woke up from it, she would curl as far away from his side of the bed as she could, trying to forget. And that meant being away from him, from his touch . Though he didn’t seem to care. 

When he had his dreams, he would also move as far away from her as he could, as if by touching her something bad would happen. Not even when they first married they had slept so apart from each other, and it was definitely affecting their relationship. They were like two total strangers sharing a bed.

“Bloody hell” Rowena cursed as she found herself jumping from her seat and ending on Rúben's lap.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, yes. It was just that hole on the road. Again. I thought you had told them to fix it!”

“I forgot” he said with an innocent smile.

“You forgot, or you did it on purpose because you like having me this close” she said as she moved until she was straddling him.

“Both?”

“I’ve missed having you this close” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her nose brushing against his.

“I’ve missed this too.”

“What is happening to us, Rúben?”

“I don’t know” he whispered, his hands moving under her skirt and up her legs.

“Kiss me, my prince” she said against his lips, hoping her words would have some effect on him. Maybe bring back that smile he only had for her and that she hadn’t seen in weeks. But what she got in return, was a kiss.

He was kissing her as if his life depended on it, as if he needed her to breathe. And breathless was how Rowena felt when he moved from her lips to her neck.

"Rúben" she gasped, one of his arms moving arounf her waist, pulling her even closer to him. But he didn't stop there. He started kissing her again with even more passion, not allowing her to moan when he moved his fingers between her legs. She couldn't understand what had gotten into him, but it was as if he couldn't get enough of her. 

"Rúben…" Rowena whispered when he gave her a few seconds to breathe. "I want you". But he didn't say anything, just increased the rhythm of his fingers. "Rúben, please. I want you."

"No" he grunted before moving her to lay down on the coach's seat, opening her legs and disappearing under her skirts, making her body tremble with every touch, with every movement, unholy sounds leaving her mouth. Thankfully, they all were muffled by the sound of the coach on the road.

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"There you are!" Diogo said as Rúben and Rowena walked out of their coach. "I've missed you, brother."

"I've missed you too" Rúben said, hugging him.

"Rowena!" Anne called, running towards her. Or trying to.

"Anne?" she said when she saw her. "What… you…"

"Surprise!" she smiled, caressing her belly. 

"You are pregnant!"

"You are going to be an aunt, Rowena. And you an uncle, Rúben."

"Congratulations" he said, trying to give her a smile.

"When did you find out? Why didn't you tell me?" Rowena asked.

"I was going to tell you, but when I went into your room, you were gone" Anne said, hitting her arm.

"I'm sorry, I…"

"You are so lucky everything worked out" she said before hugging her. "I don't know what I would have done without you, Rowena."

"Don't think about that now" she said, hugging her friend tighter.

"So" Diogo interrupted them. "Should we go inside? Mother and father are dying to see you both. And father can't wait for you to tell him all the stories, from the camp attack to the fight against the other prince."

"I hope there is something to eat. I am famished" Rowena said.

"And you could also do with a hairbrush. What did you do inside that coach?" Anne smirked, linking her arm with Rowena's and looking first at Rúben and then at her.

"It was that bloody hole on the road. It threw me to the other side when we rode over it."

"The hole" Diogo laughed, giving his brother a pat in the back before they all went inside the palace. 

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"Do you know why the king wanted to see us?" Rowena asked Anne.

"No idea."

"Ladies!" the king said, walking into the room. "Thank you very much for coming."

"Your majesty" they both replied.

"Please, sit down. Especially you, Anne. How are you feeling?"

"The mornings are alright, but in the afternoons I feel more and more tired."

"The same happened to Izabel. I hope Diogo is taking good care of you."

"He is, your majesty" she smiled.

"What about you, Rowena?"

"Uh?"

"Is Rúben taking care of you?" the king asked her.

"Yes, of course" she said. Though to take care of her, he would have to pay her any attention, which he wasn't currently doing. 

A couple of weeks had passed since their arrival, and the coldness between them hadn't changed. It probably had gotten worse. 

Rowena barely got to see Rúben, who apparently was too busy getting everything ready for the arrival of the new prince and the signing of the peace treaty. But was he also busy doing that at night? She had thought about going into the city and meet with Iris, ask her if he had visited her. Maybe she would know what was going on with him. But she hadn't found the right moment to sneak out. 

"Good, good" the king said. "Anyway, I wanted to see you because we've received news from your families."

"Is everything alright?" Anne asked.

"It is, don't worry" he smiled. "We got a letter from your mother the queen this morning. She will be coming to sign the peace treaty in person and hopefully be by your side when you give birth."

"Oh, those are wonderful news!" 

"But there is more" the king continued. "Lord and Lady Rice will be joining her. They are eager to meet your husband, Rowena."

"What?"

"Your parents are coming too!" Anne said, hugging her. 

"You don't look too happy, Rowena" the king said.

"I am. I am, my king. I just… I wasn't expecting it" she said. Which wasn't a lie. "When are they arriving?"

"In a couple of weeks if the sea is calm."

"A couple of weeks…" she repeated. That was the time she had to fix things with Rúben, to find out what was wrong with him. And to do that, she had to speak with Iris.

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

The Ones We Once Loved

Jotaro Kujo x Ex Wife!Reader

I tried my best to stay by your side but who knew the rolling seasons would reveal that sometimes we aren't meant to be the one?

CW: angst, jotaro and his ex-wife talk after years, little to no comfort, part 6 spoilers word count: 1.2k

Seeing your ex husband standing in your doorstep after all this time was suprise to you, but what was even a bigger surprise was the excited grin your daughter wore as she stood next to him instead of the usual scowl she has when he was mentioned.

The biggest surprise is the fact that she seems to be the one who have brought him here, and that they seem to get along instead of Jolyne strangling the everliving daylights out of her father.

Once your surprise subsided, you pen the door even further to welcome the man and your now adult daughter—whom shook her head as you welcome her in, mischief gleaming in the eyes that are a carbon copy of her father's as she cheekily told you she had places to be and only dropped the man off at your place.

The moment she saw the arch of your brow rising, she was swift to leave the premises before you could question her, or worse, drag her into your home.

You let out a sigh as you watch your daughter disappear from your line of sight before turning around the see the tall man who was looking at you with a blank stare. God, he hasn't changed, has he? His face matured, grew older, but he seems to still be the same old Jotaro you once loved.

The awkwardness hanging in the air was to be expected as you gesture to Jotaro to sit on your couch before asking if he would like anything. He said he was fine with whatever as he walks further into your home and you made your way to the kitchen to make him his beverage.

It didn't take you long and you were finally back, sitting on the opposite of the couch after handing him his drink. You didn't know what to say at all.

Ask him how he's been? What he's doing here? Since when did he and Jolyne get along? What happened to his eye? What happened to the scar running down his face?

"You know, don't you?" Much to your surprise, he was the first to speak up. You turn your head to look at his side profile as he sips on his beverage before setting it on his lap, hand still wrapped arounf the cup.

"You know why she brought me here?" He reiterates, aqua marine gazed locked on his beverage as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.

The truth is, you had an inkling. The mischief in her eyes, the cheeky smile she sent before leaving; Jolyne meant for the two of you to have a talk, and perhaps, rekindle the embers of your love long gone.

"Of course," was your short response, "As tough as Jolyne may be, she still longs to have a complete family—every child longs for such."

"What do you think?"

This time, you finally allow your gaze to leave his face, just in time to miss as his head turns for his gaze to settle on you. You fiddle with the cup on your hands and look down on your lap, taking a deep breath before voicing your honest thoughts.

"I think it's useless." you said, "What we had was so long ago—besides, didn't we break up because it was the best thing to do? For the both of us?"

Your ex husband hums in agreement, and you can hear him set his drink down on the coffee table before leaning back against the couch once again. His eyes finally left you, and opted to look infront of him instead.

"I think so too."

"Then why did you come here?"

"....to apologize."

His words shouldn't have surprised you like that, shouldn't have made your breath catch in your throat. You stayed silent, suddenly feeling tense.

"I apologize for coming into your life," Jotaro starts, audibly gulping his nerves down, "Just to break your heart to pieces, just to leave you in the night."

You bit your lower lip to stop it from trembling, allowing the usually quiet and reserved man finally verbalize his thoughts, a very rare occurrence even for you, who once he vowed to be with until the very end.

"For all it's worth, I love you. Truly and deeply. More than anything."

"I know," and you truly did, even if he rarely said it out loud, even if he was rarely home—you knew you feltthe warm comfort of his love, and that was what kept you from leaving him for so long.

"I apologize too." you said, letting out a shaky breath before speaking, "For giving up on us. I just wasn't.... I wasn't built for a relationship where it's almost non-existent. I tried my best.. I tried to stay,"

Jotaro was silent as he listened to you intently, eyes still refusing to gaze over at you. He didn't want to see just how much he hurt you—didn't want to see how badly he messed you up.

"I noticed too late that... by staying, I was already chipping away at pieces of myself, until there was nothing left—until I had nothing left to give."

"..."

"For all it's worth, I truly loved you too. I really wanted this to work but..."

He knew he had hurt you, but he hadn't known the extent of just how much he truly did. And he can't help but want to apologize again, but he stopped himself from doing so, instead, he let out a bitter chuckle and a poor attempt for a joke to help alleviate the heavy atmosphere.

"Perhaps, we aren't just not meant to be,"

"Maybe," you crack a small smile, one that he couldn't see but he could hear that your voice was no longer as tense as before, "Maybe we were meant to be a lesson to each other."

You turn to look at him, smile still on your lips, only to watch him turn his head down, the shadow from the visor of his cap hiding his face from you, not allowing you to gauge his emotions. You thought the conversation would end there, but much to your surprise, Jotaro speaks up.

"If reincarnation is real, if we have another lifetime, another chance—I promise I will find you." Your eyes widen in surprise as his casual proclamation, tears now building up in your eyes "I hope our situation is better. I'll give you what you deserve—I'll give Jolyne the father, the complete family she deserves. We'll make it work then."

"Okay," you decide to humor him for the last time, just for old times' sake. Your smile stretched into a genuine one, allowing a single tear to roam down your cheek, "I will wait for you, then."

"Okay,"

Silence hangs in the air as the conversation comes to an end, finishing your own drinks in silence without looking at each other once again. Not long after he finishes his drink, Jotaro finally stands up, thanking you for your hospitality and bidding his farewells.

You smiled at him, giving him your own goodbyes and walking him to the door. And for the final time, you said your goodbye to him knowing this may very well be the last time you'll ever see him again.

The final goodbye to the man you once loved.

[xamaxenta]

Cant stop thinking about marco 'first bounty was as the ships parrot' the phoenix

He couldnt fly well when he first joined and was new to his fruit but was so flush with 'cool new form!' he spent most days in phoenix form, leading to the constant toktoktoktoktok of little talons clacking across the deck. Hes still figuring out new noises so he actually did kinda mimic things like a parrot, he'd figure out he could trill and such and the next few days would not stop doing it in excitement. Marco did, of course, steal everything shiny and show it off after, the wb pirates would have a simple skirmish and let the other crew go but marco would still come back with most of their treasury for pops. The day the phoenix figures out pop's shoulder is the best perch ever is a funny one, he awkwardly bird climbs up (look for videos of owls climbing) and is so so happy when he reaches the top. Another crewmate tries to sit there later to see what the fuss is about and proceeds to be chased around by an absolutely furious bird.

Roger finds the bling collecting hilarious and likes to bait and taunt marco and his bird instincts when the crews meet. He hooks shiny treasure to his coat just to taunt marco to go bird and steal it so he can snicker at the happy little bird waddle of a triumphant phoenix bringing it back to pops. Rayleigh claims roger is so good at bringing out the full phoenix because he to, has the brain of a seagull but whatever it is marco passively holds a grudge against roger for all this despite the phoenix loving him.

I wanted the time and brainpower to reply to this with more thoughts but after rereading ive just been left with fulfillment like

This is soo cute in such a weener for little bird peets toktoktoktok hes just running arounf in phoenix form, u know sometimes if i need serotonin stat i youtube videos of like chickens or pet parrots running about on hardwood floors and it alters my brain chemistry drastically bc im like omg so marcocore 🥰

Thoroughly enjoy Roger being the one to incense and bring out the full phoenix thats so cute bc idk could be a fun memory to share with Ace when hes feeling more curious about his father rather than angry about him

Pls consider Marco phoenix draping his stolen prizes around pops, decorating him with an aura of absolute smugness

[rjalker]

okat I am writing this dream on my phone and not fixing typos

There was a little Black girl who was arounf ten years old who was playing outside with her bicycle. She left he bicycle somewhere to play in a stream and when she came back her bike was gone. She decided to wait and see if who ever had stolen it would bring it back since she didn't want to go home without it and get in trouble. So she kept waiting even though it was going to be dark soon and she was supposed to go home before the sun set.

She ended up waiting until 3AM.

Then she finally gave up and decided to go home and to keep her parents from. Being mad she hatched a plan to pretend she's been chased around the entire time by wolves who had also stolen her bike. Her plan to convince them of this was to sneak into her bedroom window. Take her cheetah Halloween mask out of the closet, and wear it while running around her backyard and howling like a wolf so if they looked out they'd hear the howls and see the fur and be convinced there were real wolves running around theor house

So she started doing this and then we cut to inside the house where her parents were in the living room watching TV in the dark. Her dad was missing one eye and kept dropping his glass of water.

They heard the howls and obviously knew it was their daughter and went to the window to look out and see what she was doing. Her mom yelled out that she could just come inside since they knew it was her.

We cut back to the kid and she was a ated that her ruse had been seen through, and decided to run and hide in the bushes by the shed.

And then she found a hole in the ground under the side of the shed and decided to climb under it.

Her parents realized what she was doing and ran out after her, calling for her to come back because they weren't mad and this was going really out of the way. Her mom went down first and the scene became animated (it was live action before). The tunnel wasade of blue stone in rotating endless triangle shapes. It seemed too small for anyone to fit through but they all kept climbing anyway and shrunk as they went.

They came out in a cavern, and the kids mom and dad looked around trying to find her. They heard a howl in the distance and turned to look, but this was from a real wolf who was running towards them. Then they felt a tug on their shirts and turned around again and their daughter was smiling up at them, and they thought "damn it she's too cute to be mad at".

The cheetah mask she has been wearing had come to life when she took it off, so there was a bipedal cheetah kid also there.

The wolf who'd been running towards them jumped up at the mom and began to lick her face and it slowly began to get revealed that they were King and Queen of this secret realm and theyd had to go to Earth because of a curse, and all the wolves here were their friends and this one was a puppy, the rest were giant and carried people around.

A groundskeeper showed up to welcome them from their exile while they were looking around the armory and it was also sneakily revealed that they had adopted their daughter, which she knew, but they were keeping secret from everyone else. She had broken the curse by climbing down the passage since she wasn't included in the original curse's intent. Her parents were not aware of this, they thought the curse had just expired.

They grabbed suitabt royal attire from the storage room and followed the groundskeeper off to get to their kingdom again.

I couldn't clearly see any of the characters except the cheetah kid who had an exaggerated football head. The animation wa sort of s in the style of Courage the Cowardly Dog....

Edit: here's the cheetah.

Football head

[ID: a black and white stylized and symetrical digital drawing of an anthro cheetah. Her head is very large with an exaggerated sideways oval shape like an American football. She is covered in stripes and spots with a white belly and large eyes with slits for pupils. End ID.]

Hello I am making this whole dream and all the characters and this art public domain because it was such a fun story. If I knew how to animate id animate it but alas. Oh well now other people can do it.

If I remember anyone's names at some random point today I will let you know but I highly doubt it.

[prussiacide]

nations who are good cooks

ok, i got a lot of ideas about this one too

romano: starting with the obvious. when he was living in america and working for alfred (seems like the interwar period?) he cooked for him along with being essentially a personal maid. and ofc its only natural that the representative of southern italy would be an amazing cook. in my human aus, i usually have romano either starting a restaurant or working as a chef, and in nation aus, i would imagine food is one of the areas he is never lazy in. if romano was at one point the representative of naples, than pizza would be a specialty of his (and he would have some STRONG feelings on all the different incarnations of pizza in america and arounf the world), along with pasta with seafood in it and dishes with salami. overall romano is def one of the best cooks out of all characters

antonio: ok, basically if spamano had kids their children would be blessed with amazing food no matter which parents cooking. antonio’s favorite part of cooking is watching others enjoy it. he loves having big dinners with his friends, like romano, ned, bel, francis, gilbert, and watching their reactions, seeing just how much they enjoy it. he’s kinda like when ur grandma coaxes u eat more even when ur full. and of course, olive oil is used heavily, perhaps even excessively, in all of his recipes. whenever romano asks him for a recipe for one of his dishes, antonio always refuses to give up the ‘secret ingredient,’ and everytime romano accurately guesses it’s (surprise!) olive oil

francis: i mean, he’s in the gastronomy or gastronomics or whatever they call it club in the hetalia academy episodes. and french cuisine is some of the most famous and delicious in the world. im not talking about the stupid little five-bite-and-ur-done french dishes they have at fancy restaurants, no, when francis cooks, it’s hearty, delicious, and filling. he’s especially skilled at making soups (even arthur cant deny that his french onion soup is absolutely amazing), quiches, and ratatouille, lots of so-called peasant dishes that will leave you full for hours and will make u feel warm and satisfied

sadik: yet another member of the gastronomy club in the hetalia academy episodes, sadik cooks very frequently in his free time (he’s another character who i often make a chef in my human aus). turkish cuisine, much like turkish culture, is influenced by a variety of different sources, like european, middle eastern, and asian, so i imagine that sadik is adept at cooking foods of different cultures around the world, and likes to incorporate flavors he considers ‘exotic’ into his dishes

yao: yao is shown to immediately want to care for people around him who are sick (such as immediately running to care for kiku when he has a cold) and i imagine him cooking for others is a big part of that natural instinct to care for those around him. now, im unfortunately only familiar with westernized chinese cuisine (which i hc that bc of yao’s appreciation of china towns and chinese diaspora around the world he would still enjoy westernized chinese food), so i cant really comment on specific authentic dishes, but think of warm soups and light snacks. those are his specialities. 

tolys: i imagine that in soviet times, ivan had tolys doing a million things at once, including being a personal assisstant/secretary, cleaning the house, and cooking. i dont think tolys would love cooking or consider it a hobby, rather something that needs to be done bc people need to eat, but after years of cooking for the other bloc nations, he’s grown pretty good at making a variety of eastern european dishes, like russian pelmeni, polish pierogi, lithuanian beet soup, or ukrainian borscht, whatever ingredients he could get his hands on and whatever he could do to make the other bloc nations feel at home

gilbert: i only include gilbert bc i feel like although he wouldn’t be an amazing cook, he would be adept at throwing together an edible meal from found ingredients and anything he can get his hands on. the mans been a warrior/soldier his whole life, armys are not generally famous for their cuisine, so i bet over the centuries he’s become good at improving meals with found ingredients. he could make a decent meal out of some shit he found in the wilderness. i also bet hes amazing at making one specific dish—not sure what it is yet, still have to pick one — but just one specific food he can make on special occasions and everyone is blown away that ‘wow! gilbert can cook?’

[jamtoasties3316]

looove that paparazzi idea omg this year definitely max would be insanely popular among the paps, he’s breaking records and dominating the season so of course everyone wants to see him!! and besides that all the drivers start tipping the paparazzi, the alphas the betas and the omegas alike, because they hope it might impact max’s racing. but max is completely clueless! silly little omega is so focused on racing he never realised what’s going on. red bull realised after a while but they let it continue because it helps with max’s popularity!

maybe at some point the drivers are Done with just watching max acting like a slut completely unaware, so they decide to take the matter into their own hands. next time one of them (maybe charles since hes a monegaque) sees max parading around his place tits out, pussy gleaming wet from the slick he invites himself over and bends him over right then and there, finally getting to come in that tight pretty pink pussy hes seen so many time in pictures. they even get paparazzi shots of charles fucking max, max’s knotdrunk face and his cunt dripping charles’s come

Silly max just being clueless! His season is going well, he is having a good time snd he doesn't really google himself or run his own social media so he has no idea pics of him are being sold! Red bull also doesn't tell him cos any media exposure is good, even naked paparazzi pics

Everyone tipping the paparazzi off about Max's whereabouts so they can photograph him dancing in little dresses, training in tight leggings that give him a cameltoe and watch him walk arounf (half) naked around his house like a true little slut!

Max walking around naked once again, tits jiggling invitingly and pussy gleaming as sim racing turns him on a lot when Charles barges in. Max being a little confused but also horny so ehen Charles announces he is going to fuck him he doesn't protest much, he has no clue how many cameras are watching!

Charles fucking Max hard while making sure the paparazzi gets all the right angles, especially of his slutty facial expressions!

Charles also lifting Max and holding him in front of ghe window eith his legs spread to show everyone his knotdrunk face and cum leaking pussy. He is such a little slut and already begging foe more!

[strangedisciple]

biting and running arounf and jumping and rolling around on the floor

[bwoahtastic]

Oh sugar baby idea! Nico getting sick so can't go with Toto to an event so Toto takes Charles instead ? Mainly because its a luxury brand and Charles practically begs because he wants those freebies - and Max is busy and he and Nico say he can go.

Charles being so exited and bouncing around the room while Toto does his business but then Charles bumps into an old client? And he tries to drag Charles to a corner and Charles manages to get away but his dress gets ripped and he loses a shoe and hobbles back to Toto shaking

Akskj YES

I can totally see Max and Toto occassionally take each other's Omega to events sksk, be it cos the other is sick, or because they are just more suited to the event (like Max taking Nico to this event that has some lectures and speeches and Charles will rather walk through fire than do that ksks.

But pllss Nico feeling bad and Toto has to go to this event and has Charles begging to come along because he knows about the freebies. So Toto agrees after Nico told him too, and Max will check on Nico later that evening when he finally gets off work.

Toto just being amused by Charles's excitement msks. Like he got dressed up perfectly and holds Toto's arm and is clearly very excited and Toto is just very soft for him.

Charles going arounf to find freebies while Toto talks to someone and suddenly finds him cornered by a past client who wasn't nice to him. Th3 client tries to drag him to the bathrooms saying Charles.still owes him a fuck and Charles desperately wiggles out of his arms, dress ripping a bit and his shoe falling off as he runs back to Toto as fast as he can. Charles crying and shaking and Toto hugs him and tries to soothe him as best he can. He wraps Charles with his jacket snd just lifts him up to carry him back to the car where Charles shakily explains what happened. Toto instantly telling him they are going home while Charles meekly says he interrupted Toto's business. But Toto cares more about Charles than business! Pllss Charles sitting huddled with Nico on the couch and Max is getting Charles his fav sweater and some other stuff, and Toto comes over with some wipes to gently help Charles take his makeup off? And Charles just burst out in tears because he is being taken care off

[ya-jirushi]

Tsurune Audio Drama: A Shot of Color 5 Girls are hard to understand?

Kacchan wdym you don't remember their birthdays...

Nanao: Let’s see… We’ve got the steak, garlic, oh what about the butter? Kaito: We have it. Rice fried in butter instead of just oil is heaps tastier after all. Nanao: It sure is~ It’s been a while since we were in charge of cooking for the family dinner so I’m feeling pretty fired up! Kaito: Been a while since we’ve gone to the mall too. Huh? Hey, that’s Ryohei, ain’t it? Nanao: Oh, yeah it is. Kaito: He’s looking at some really flashy, fashionable magazine? Nanao: …Hmm? Do you think it could be— Kaito: Oiii, Ryohei! Nanao: Wha– Kacchan!! Ryohei: Huh?! Ah, Kaito and Nanao! Are you two out shopping? Kaito: Yeah, we’re doing groceries for family dinner night. What about you? You buy stuff like scented candles? Ryohei: Oh, no, it’s not for me. I’m looking for presents. Kaito: For who? Nanao: Could be anybody~ Right, Ryohei? Ryohei: It’s my sister’s birthday soon, see. Kaito: Your sister… Nanao: Oh, so it was just for your sister… Kaito: What’ve you been on about anyway? Ryohei: I get her something every year, so I’m running out of ideas and it’s been bothering me. Nanao: Felt… Kaito: You get your sisters something every year…?! Ryohei: Oh, right. Both of you have sisters too! Could you tell me what you get them for their birthdays? I could use the help! Nanao: No prob~ My little sister’s a second year in middle school so she seems into stuff that might pop off on social media. I get her accessories and things, but just the cheap kinds. Kaito: She’s acting too mature for a middle schooler…! Ryohei: Accessories, huh… My big sis isn’t really the type to use ‘em, I think. Nanao: You even know about those things, huh~ Kaito: What about you, Kaito? You’ve got two older sisters, right? Nanao: The eldest, Yuu-neechan, is 19; then the second, Minami-neechan, is 17. Ryohei: They’re pretty close in age with my sister! Please tell me what you’ve been getting them as gifts! Nanao: So what do you say, Kacchan? Kaito: ... Kaito: …I forgot. Ryohei: What?? But they happen twice a year! Kaito: Now, look, who remembers their sisters’ birthdays anyway? Do you just go about your day and go “Ah, my sister’s birthday is soon, what present should I get her?” or something?? Ryohei: Yeah. Nanao: Pretty much. Kaito: No you don’t!! Ryohei: Huh?! Nanao: How about this, Ryohei, let me add something onto Kacchan's poorly worded response, ’kay? Ryohei: Yeah? Nanao: Do you love your sister? Ryohei: As much as anyone would, yeah. Nanao: Then in that case I think she loves you maybe twice, no– thrice, as much. Ryohei: Is that how it works? Nanao: Yep. As for the Onogi family we have, his two older sisters, then Kacchan. He’s the youngest, but he’s also the first born son. Ryohei: Yeah. Nanao: So, if Kacchan were to give his sisters birthday gifts then… Kaito: If we add my mom in the mix all the women at my house just get all loud and annoying. Ryoheii: Doesn’t that just mean they’re happy?

Kaito: I wouldn’t call those reactions happy at all! It’s more like you threw a chunk of meat at a pack of lions! Ryohei: Lions!? Nanao: Was it the other year? When you gave Yuu-neechan hand cream and she went arounf putting it on everybody in the family saying, “I got this from Kaa-kun~” Kaito: Don’t remind me… Nanao: And when you gave Minami-neechan a dumbbell and she got pissed and said, “Are you trying to say that I’m fat?!”. We got her to calm down but that was a tough time, huh~ Kaito: She was the one who kept going on about how she got all fat so I got her the dumbbell, what’d she get mad at me for?! Nanao: She might be your sister but she’s still a girl, y’know? Giving a girl something that hints at her weight or at dieting on her birthday is just looking for trouble. Kaito: Hah? This know-it-all attitude of yours is getting real old, Nanao. Nanao: I feel like you being unable to just honestly accept love from people around you is a bigger problem, though~ Kaito: Ha? You wanna go? Ryohei: C’mon, guys! No fighting! Alright, how about this; I’ll get her an accessory, some hand cream, and a dumbbell, then let her pick what she likes from it? Kaito and Nanao: That’s a little too much!!