#so that I'm not accidentally saying something offensive lol

[manhattan-gamestop]

Reading a post about someone else's blorbos is like. it was so cool when the scrumbldyfuck did the itchyerdock and also when snorpinof and goubildiov looked like they were about to kiss

[bokettochild]

Linked Universe Enterence p.3

Okay! So I have thoughts!!!!

First off, does anyone remember when JoJo shared those first snippets? How there was a fun little detail that suddenly disappeared when the comic actually became more than doodles?

Yeah, I'm talking about this guy

(Not the grouchy old man being offended, the owl LOL)

I know there's a chance I'm wrong, a big one at that, but I think it would be really cool if, if only for a short while, JoJo brought him back, even if it's just for this era of Hyrule. Let Time have his owl buddy!

Anyways, to the actual comic!

I noticed that the boys are all still together, so I'm guessing they're waiting until they come to a cross-roads to actually split up like Four advised last time. So we have that to look forwards to in the coming updates!

I love that she's really highlighting the similarities and differences in this arc, showing us who knows what and what they've done, but also the little things; both with owls and the antifairy!

I adore the Owlan reference/appearance!

And Time immediately agreeing about the "long, drawn out lectures part" made me laugh. (His expression, my Hylia!!!)

That is the face of a man who kept accidentally asking to "hear it again" and regrets it with every bone of his being LOL

It's good to see more call backs to the last comics too! Having Hyrule be wary of the statue because he remembers seeing it before, and Warriors agreeing, but also reminding that it didn't cause harm. The fact that Hyrule keeps his sword pointed at it though, wary, does say a lot about how cautious he's being all the same (Wild ought to take notes)

And of course this whole panel

Twilight's awkwardly trying to assure the rest without spilling the secret, Sky laughing and turning to look at Legend, and the fact that the vet is just so entirely done with even just the thought of being a rabbit. (I love his face, omgosh).

Te way I screamed "anti-fairy!" when I saw this, and then was so, so delighted that Legend and I had the same thought (I am unwell about this man).

I'm equally unwell about the fact that Legend just has to say "ouch" (which you only say at inconveniences and not real, actual hurts) and immediately everyone's turning, weapons out and ready to help him face...whatever. Like, he's fine, guys, but it's sweet you care (now Legend, please take note and realize you belong, you idiot)

Love that Time hears "fairy" and immediately is all ears. All the more so at the "anti" part. Man was raised by fairies and he absolutely doesn't like the idea of something that would hurt them.

Meanwhile Legend is just being freaking Haku (Spirited Away) over here!

Tell me you don't see it!!!!!!

Also, his casual use of magic to purify something, to just make it no longer a threat, rather than hurting it. That need to save EVERYONE is really showing through here, huh?

And immediately, everyone is shocked that he did that, but also what it means about fairies. About dark magic. But Time and Wars especially!

Gosh, just Legend's little worried face and Time's offense at the idea of fairies being corrupted and harmed. Shows a bit about them here too I think. Time is maybe slightly obsessed with fairies (reasonably so) and hates them being harmed, but he shows his worry on the matter in anger. legend, meanwhile, becomes more sombre, quieter: it bothers him too (maybe reminds him of a certain predecessor?)

Get this man a tiara, he's a freaking Disney Princess over here, good grief!!!! He's carrying fairy food on what? The slim chance he has time to stop and feed them? Honestly, i know he's probably as attached to fairies as Time (although with a healthier relationship with them), but this is just too cute. this man is going to be the death of me!!!

Anyways, here's the bonuses!!!!

SUN APPEARANCE!!!!!!!! We have a canon Sun appearance!!!!! Like, sure, sleepy student Sky, but it's SUN!!!!

This smile. Oh my gosh I adore him. He's just so glad he got to help the corrupted little one become normal again.

JoJo was having fun with Four I see LOL

Man really said "hang on, let me check my purse, I think I have snacks in here"

Freaking Mom Coded

[james-bucky-barnackle]

Froyo

Synopsis: During a premiere red carpet with Drew, an interviewer’s question accidentally reveals that a seemingly ordinary dinner was actually Drew’s attempt at a first date covered by two random tiktoks. Pairing: Drew Starkey x Actress!Reader Word Count: IDK I'm too sleep deprived to count A/N: I know I still owe you guys a Gwayne Hightower fanfic, but the chokehold Drew fucking Starkey has on me is insane. btw, I realized this is the second time I've created a fic based on real people vs the normal Marvel character thingy I do. And to be honest, there's gonna be a lot more... so maybe I should make this a series considering they're all triggered by an interview and Y/N's always an actress lol. ALSO at the end, there's a poll on what you think should happen next, and best believe I'll do my best to write that.

There’s an edit circulating on TikTok of you and your co-star Drew Starkey from your red carpet interview together. You’re both starring in an Amazon limited series about college classmates who become close after witnessing your professor’s murder and are now on a shared mission to solve the crime. You’ve known him closely for a year now, but have been following his career even before that. I mean, who wouldn’t? The man is gorgeous. But of course, you couldn’t let him know that.

As shooting began, the two of you grew closer, and you decided to be professional and put that whole fascination aside. You’ve both even dated other actors and celebrities, which have also been topics for gossip channels and paparazzi photos. Despite all that, you’ve hung out plenty, mostly in groups but also during breaks in filming—often grabbing lunch and coffee together.

Today, you and Drew are laughing as you finally see the edit that’s been at the top of both your PR’s nightmare list.

You’re dressed in an elegant beige gown, skin-tight and slightly sheer, which Carrie Bradshaw would definitely call the naked dress. Your hair is pulled back in a low bun, bangs effortlessly framing your face. You’ve just arrived at the red carpet, taking your time to chat with interviewers. The first few questions are light, mostly about how fun it was working on set and, of course, what you're wearing.

After a few minutes, Drew catches up to you. He’s in a baby blue suit, sepia shades covering his eyes, smelling incredible. His presence is like a tight, warm hug—well, a little tighter on your chest. His voice sends tingles down your spine as he whispers, one hand casually placed on the small of your back.

“What did I miss?” He smiles at you and the interviewer.

“Oh, nothing much, I was just telling Amelia how you’re always late to everything.” You smirk, shooting a playful look at the camera. Amelia, your interviewer, raises her eyebrows dramatically, playing along. Both of you laugh as Drew backs away, feigning offense.

“I’ve been here since like—” He starts to defend himself.

“Like five minutes ago,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Valid,” he agrees with a shrug, laughing.

Amelia continues her interview, moving on to ask about the possibility of a second season.

“I mean, yeah, I’d love to do a second season, for sure,” you nod, glancing at Drew, who’s nodding along, letting you take the lead. “But I’m not sure if it makes sense, since it was originally written as a one-season story. For that to happen, someone might have to die again so Kelsea and James can investigate something new.”

Kelsea and James are the names of the characters you play—who, of course, end up dating on the show.

“So you’re saying someone has to die for the two of you to get back together on set?” Amelia jokes, her deadpan delivery only making it funnier.

“I mean, I don’t know!” You laugh. “You’re twisting my words, Amelia!”

“I honestly think you just don’t want to hang out with me anymore, Y/N,” Drew chimes in, a playful pout on his face. “I’m hurt.”

“Is that why there wasn’t a second date?” Amelia asks, teasingly. Her tone is light, but the question lands hard. Drew’s eyes widen in surprise, his smile freezing as if even he didn’t see that one coming. He covers his mouth, trying not to laugh while you stand there, looking utterly confused.

“Second date? What?” You laugh, trying to figure out if this is some sort of red carpet joke you weren’t briefed on. You glance at Drew, who’s just shaking his head, still grinning but not offering any explanations.

You lower your voice, leaning towards him, “What is she—what date?” You chuckle awkwardly, trying to maintain your cool, though the confusion is clearly written all over your face. Drew glances at Amelia, then back at you, and you can tell he feels a little bad now.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of awkward silence, Drew admits, “When we got dinner and froyo.” He says it so nonchalantly that it takes you a second to process.

“That was a date?!” you whisper-yell, smacking his arm, your jaw practically hitting the floor. “You said it was just dinner!”

“I know!” Drew laughs, his cheeks turning a little pink. “I said that because I thought you didn’t like me back! I was sending out signals!”

“What signals?” you ask, still reeling from the shock. “That’s unfair, you said it was just dinner! I feel so bad—I didn’t know!” You place your hand on his arm, squeezing it apologetically. You’re both laughing now, but you’re also genuinely flustered.

“I did tell you!” Drew protests. “I said, ‘Do you want to have dinner with me?’ And you were like, ‘Are we bringing Madz along?’ And when I said no, you were like, ‘Why?’”

“That is not enough, Drew!” You laugh, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Your PR team is probably dying, but at least this little moment might boost some publicity for the show. You actually remember the video Amelia might be referring to; your assistant had sent it to you a few months back. You found it interesting and even funny because you honestly thought it was just a fan shipping the two of you together—cutting together videos and photos of you and Drew when you were out to eat. You try to recall what that day was like and pick apart whatever signals Drew was referring to, but you really can’t remember anything different from the way he’s interacted with you since you two first met.

You realize the gag has gone on long enough and decide to wrap it up before the awkwardness can escalate further.

“Amelia, I’m so sorry about this,” you say with a dramatic sigh, trying to regain your composure. “Even while confessing his undying love for me, he’s still late. Men, what can you do?”

Drew, still chuckling, wraps an arm around you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his way of apologizing. You feel a warmth settle over you, even as your mind is still catching up to everything.

The camera flashes pop around you, and suddenly, those TikTok edits of you looking perpetually confused start to make a little more sense.

When the premiere starts, halfway through the screening, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You check your makeup, but instead of heading straight back to the theater, you decide to take a moment. The whole "date reveal" situation has thrown you off more than you realized, and you need a second to process it. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, replaying the interview in your head. You haven't had the chance to talk to Drew about it since, and the thought lingers in the back of your mind. You don’t want another clueless moment to make it into the tabloids.

You wash your hands, fix your makeup, and prepare to head back out. But as you step through the door, you see Drew standing there, waiting.

“Well, look who it is—the jokester,” you say, crossing your arms with a mock grin. “Here to ask me out on another one-sided date?”

Drew smirks, stepping closer. “Huh? What are you talking about? I’m just here to pee,” he teases, nudging your shoulder.

“Not funny,” you mutter, rolling your eyes but feeling a smile tug at the corner of your mouth.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” His smile softens, and for the first time since the red carpet, you can tell he actually feels a little guilty. “I really am.”

“You should be!” You huff, but your tone is playful now, your annoyance melting away as you meet his eyes. "That was so long ago."

Drew takes a step closer, and you suddenly become very aware of the quietness around you. It’s just the two of you now, the noise of the premiere distant, almost forgotten. His gaze flickers to your lips for just a second, and your heart skips a beat.

“Y/N…” He hesitates, like he’s trying to find the right words. “About that second date…”

“You mean actual first date?” you correct him, raising an eyebrow, trying to keep your cool.

Drew pauses, then chuckles softly. “Yeah,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Actual first date. What do you think?”

You stare at him, caught off guard. You weren’t expecting him to just put it out there like that. His easygoing nature usually means he hides behind jokes or avoids direct confrontation. But now, with no cameras, no noise—just you and him—he’s being sincere.

“You know,” you say, your voice quieter now, “if you made it clear the first time, I still would’ve said yes.”

Drew’s eyes widen slightly, and a smile slowly spreads across his face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling a mix of relief and excitement. “Really.”

His grin widens, and there’s something boyishly excited about it, like you’ve just given him the best news of the day. “No froyo this time, I promise.”

“Good,” you laugh. “Because that wasn’t a date.”

“Duly noted.” He steps closer, his hand brushing yours, and this time it doesn’t feel accidental. His fingers curl around yours lightly, the touch sending a spark through you.

“You know, we could leave early,” he suggests, glancing back towards the theater. “Skip the rest of the screening, maybe grab some dinner… somewhere where I make it clear it’s a date.”

You bite your lip, considering it, but your eyes narrow playfully. “And deal with the wrath of our PR teams later? You must love living dangerously.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You make a good point. But I promise, after all the photos, after all the interviews... we’ll do this right.”

You nod, smiling at him. “I’ll hold you to that.”

With that, you both walk back into the theater. His hand lingers on yours for a moment longer before he finally lets go, and even as you take your seats for the rest of the screening, the air between you has changed.

You glance at him once more, feeling that familiar warmth return, only this time, it’s not confusing or awkward.

The noise of the film dims around you, though you’re still hyper-aware of the room, the hundreds of eyes on the screen, and the occasional flash from the press in the back. Drew leans back in his seat, arms crossed loosely, but he’s not watching the movie either. Instead, he looks over at you, catching your eye.

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, and you quickly face forward, pretending to focus on the movie. But then, from the corner of your vision, you feel him move slightly closer. The tension that was always there, that you’d pushed aside so many times, is undeniable now.

After the premiere ends, there’s the usual round of applause and the hum of people slowly rising to leave. Drew stands up first, offering you his hand, and even though you can stand up just fine on your own, you take it. There’s something about that gesture that feels significant—like you’ve crossed a line you didn’t realize you were approaching until now.

You’re both still in work mode, nodding and smiling at the industry people you pass, but the moment you’re outside, the cool night air hitting your face, Drew turns to you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Alright,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “How do you feel about grabbing that dinner tonight?”

You blink, caught off guard by how fast he’s moving. “Tonight? We just got out of the premiere,” you laugh, though there’s excitement bubbling under the surface. “I know, but if I wait any longer, who knows what crazy schedules we’ll get caught up in again.” He steps closer, his smile genuine, warm. “I’ve waited this long to actually do it right. What’s a few more hours?"

“Alright,” you say, a grin breaking through. “Let’s do it. Dinner—our actual first date.”

His eyes light up. “Great. I know a place.”

The restaurant Drew takes you to is tucked away, quiet and intimate, and you laugh at how quaint it is, most of the other diners are old enough to be your grandparents. You feel comfort knowing most of them don't have phones let alone know who the both of you are. For all they care, you could be two kids coming home from a costume party just ending the night with a bite.

“So,” you say as you both sit down, menus in hand but neither of you really looking at them. “This is what a proper date feels like, huh?”

Drew leans back in his chair, grinning. “Better than froyo, right?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Significantly better.”

There’s a moment of comfortable silence, the kind where you both just look at each other and realize this is happening—really happening. You’re on a date with Drew, and it’s not some PR stunt or a casual hangout. It’s real. And for the first time, you’re letting yourself want it. "You think they're wondering why we're over dressed?" You hide behind a menu. "Overdressed? Excuse me? This is what I wear everyday." Drew retorts, making you chortle.

“So,” you say, resting your chin on your hand, “What’s the plan after this? Froyo?”

Drew chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

He grins, eyes glinting with that same playful energy you’ve always liked. “Well, I’ll make sure tonight’s memorable enough that it overshadows that.”

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[punkeccentricenigma]

Rise!Boys accidentally confess their love to Reader.

Relationship status: Romantic

Reader prounouns: They/Them

TW: Slight angst for Raph's part, Some grammatical errors because english is not my first language.

Author's note: Just enjoy lol.

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Leonardo

◇ Ever since Leo realized his feelings, his casual demeanor towards [Y.N] had turned into almost aggressively flirting.

◇ Despite not wanting to rush into confessing his feelings, he was practically a simp for that person..

◇ But he also teased them often, of course, not on a seriously offensive level. Just light pokes and prods.

◇ I'm sure he bragged to anyone about his not-yet relationship with [Y.N].

"Oh, and I recently won a unicorn plushie for them, and they were really delighted! WE'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER!"

"Pepino, get the hell out of here."

◇ Just as Donatello had enough of his (non-)twin, he now wanted to dig a hole to hell and throw him in there to finally get some rest.

◇ Anyway, the accidental confession happened one night when neither he nor [Y.N] could sleep.

◇ They were sending each other various memes through Discord in bulk. This boosted his confidence even more, leading to him typing 'I love you.'

◇ Of course, he hadn't sent it yet; his mind was suddenly filled with not-so-good thoughts. What if they don't feel the same? What if they laugh at him?? Or something worse?!

◇ Despite his persona, the boy was full of insecurities, from his looks to his personality, but with them... he felt good about himself.

◇ But would such a confession be too simple? The boy decided to wait at least one day before confessing his love.

◇ But fate said 'nuh-uh,' and his phone fell on Leo's face, causing panic. Due to his carelessness, he held the device wrong, resulting in the accidental sending of the ill-fated message.

"No, no, no, NO!" His voice trembled as he tried to delete the message immediately. Unfortunately, the app froze to his disadvantage. "Damn it!"

◇ When he managed to reopen the app, there was a new message.

◇ "... You are not joking, right?"

◇ This night would last even longer than a turtle had anticipated.

Raphael

◇ I think it happened during the attack on their home by Shredder. Absolute chaos, a storm of emotions, the perfect situation for an imperfect love confession.

◇ "Raph, have you lost your mind?!" [Y.N] began, full of outrage. "Why didn't you let me stay? Splinter and Draxum need help!"

The turtle furrowed his brow bones, looking down at the shorter person with regret. "It was the only way, I'm sure they'll handle it."

"And what if they don't? What if they needed our help right now?"

◇ No matter how advanced [Y.N]'s combat skills were, Raphael was even more opposed to the idea.

◇ "Nothing will happen to them!" Raphael raised his voice, as if trying to convince not only the teenager but himself. "And stop arguing with me; I'm the leader here, and I make the decisions!"

"Damn it, I don't understand you! I could handle it, and you would have more time to plan; I'm not needed here!!"

◇ Just a reminder, everyone present was watching this argument.

◇ "Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"You are! I don't want to lose you like Gram Gram; I love you too much!" His angry red face suddenly turned shocked. Oh, oh. Did he really just say that??

◇ His dark eyes met the teenage counterpart's. Their whole face was red, and their determination to sacrifice themself slowly faded from their eyes.

"... Fine," [Y.N] muttered and sat down in the seat next to Michelangelo.

◇ When all this chaos is over, they'll have to talk, this time more calmly.

Donatello

◇ Donnie has a need to be as organized as possible, so before suggesting anything, he has to plan everything out and make sure that any confession of feelings will go perfectly.

◇ Of course, he had a large folder with potential scenarios that could happen before and after the confession. It had a bit of a vibe from his previous reincarnation, but much less scary and obsessive - he simply felt strong discomfort without preparation.

◇ Leo likes to tease him about it, by the way.

◇ Anyway, there was one situation the boy didn't anticipate. One night, he had been working on another invention all night, aimed at stealing another battery from the Purple Dragons, and in the morning, he fell asleep at his desk, or rather, he was half-unconscious.

◇ "Dee, come to bed." Raphael's voice echoed through the lab, gently shaking the sleepy Soft-shell's naked shoulder. In response, he got some sluggish syllables and a hiss. "You can't sit here like this; it's not healthy." "And sitting here all night is unhealthy enough," he added quietly.

"Get lost..." That's all the turtle understood. Raph rolled his eyes and moved away from his brother a bit.

"I'm not going to struggle; I'm sleep-deprived myself," the red-loving enthusiast said, picking up his phone.

◇ And so [Y.N] appeared in the lair, as the ultimate weapon.

◇ "Donnie! Get up! Lie down in bed!" The teenager themself was not well-rested, considering the early hour, but they tried not to sound irritated. Donnie mumbled something again and straightened up in his chair.

"Raphaello, leave me alone," Donnie started, putting his hands on the keyboard. Apparently, he had no intention of opening his eyes. "I still need to make a few changes to the code..."

"Wait, do you think I'm Raph??" [Y.N] asked in surprise, pointing at themself. Did their voice really sound so manly and deep?? Since when??

"And you're talking in the third person again; I've told you that it's no longer fashionable." Donnie tried not to hit his head against the desk even a little, wanting to at least be somewhat awake. The human wanted to say something, correct him, but gave up with a certain idea in their mind.

◇ they had noticed strange aspects of their friend's behavior lately. He was more open to their, often grabbing their hand or hugging their despite his usual aversion to it, he made various devices for their that made quite an impression on their... there had to be something to it!

◇ "Hey, buddy," the human leaned lazily against the desk, trying their best to mimic the speech style of the oldest of the brothers. "Do you, you know, have something going on with our best, most wonderful human friend??"

"You mean April?" Ouch, that hurt, even though [Y.N] felt the same way. "She's our almost-sister, Raph, yuck."

◇ "Oh, no! [Y.N], I meant [Y.N]!" The teenager corrected themself, slightly annoyed. It was weird.

"What about them? I already told you." No! Not like that!

"Ahahah, you know I have a bad memory when I'm not stressed!"

"Mh..." Pause. Did they say something wrong? Donatello is overly smart; he should figure out what's wrong! How will they explain this? "Everything's fine; my plan will be initiated in half a year at the latest." Plan? What plan??

"Plan...?"

"Rendezvous plan, duh," Donnie replied, resting his head on his hand. "I know you advised against it, but I can't do it differently. I need everything to be tip-top before I confess my feelings to them."

◇ "..."

◇ "..."

◇ "Raph...?"

◇ [Y.N] remained silent, trying to control their sudden heartbeat and their face turning as red as a strawberry.

Michelangelo

◇ Playing the role of Dr. Delicate Touch, the boy knew perfectly well what he felt and wanted to confess his love, but the natural fear of rejection also got to him.

◇ He wanted to think this all through. He wanted to do it as smoothly and charmingly as possible, but not in a way that made it seem like he didn't care. He didn't want to throw such important words to the wind!

◇ His artist's soul played a significant role here. Every time he felt great, he had to sketch something related to love.

◇ Just woke up from a fantastic dream? He had to quickly grab his sketchbook and sketch [Y.N] in a floral wreath.

◇ He was on patrol and saw their favorite cafe? He started sketching the teenager drinking coffee in the nearby sand with his finger, taking a picture of it as a keepsake.

◇ Spending quality time with [Y.N]? He convinced them to start painting each other with his favorite markers, and under the pretext of light fun, he drew orange hearts on their cheeks.

◇ It was all fun until there was an 'accident' during one of the previously mentioned activities.

◇ So, Mikey and [Y.N] were in his new room after Shredder's attack, and he needed help with some unique decoration.

◇ "Wait, isn't that a neon banner from the nearby store??" The teenager asked, pointing at the mentioned thing, peeking out from behind the boy.

"I neither confirm nor deny it!" Mikey laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "You have to admit it fits perfectly."

"Mhm, but I doubt you'll fall asleep with this," [Y.N] said skeptically, picking up one of the cardboard boxes that contained a surplus of notebook-like items. "Where does this go?"

"Oh! Just put it next to the cabinet; I'll put them in the drawers in a sec."

The human nodded, and as they took a few more steps, they tripped over the cables lying on the floor. they fell to the ground with a squeak, dropping the box less than half a meter in front of them.

"Are you okay??" The orange-loving enthusiast quickly ran to his friend, helping them get up as they groaned in pain.

"Yeah, I think so..." Their voice trailed off, surprising Mikey, who followed their gaze.

◇ His pupils immediately narrowed upon seeing an open sketchbook with many drawings and sketches of [Y.N], with a predominant theme of love.

"Mikey...?"

"IT'S NOTHING!" The teenager shouted, hastily picking up the sketchbook from the floor and pressing it against his plastron.

◇ Their faces both turned equally red with excessive thinking.

◇ Oops.

[casmick-consequences]

Black Pete, my beloved

This is just gonna be a post where I talk about Black Pete from 'Our Flag Means Death' and his arc on the show (so far!!!!), as well as what he means to me. (And by post, I mean essay, lol. I'm passionate.)

So right from the get-go, you immediately see the kind of character Pete is set up to be. Stereotypical rugged pirate, very much "I live to loot and plunder and I eat danger and bloodshed for breakfast". He's immediately set up to be someone who is very unlikeable, and someone who you would get annoyed with fast. An overly confident macho character that thinks he's better than everyone else, yet has nothing to prove it. Think characters like Nelson Muntz from 'The Simpsons' or Eric Cartman from 'South Park'.

In episode 1, you see him being the character to effectively try to start a mutiny because he thinks the captain, Stede Bonnet, is incompetent and unfit to be a captain, even confidently stating that he'd take over in his stead because 'he's the most experienced'.

If there was one character trait to shadow all of this, though, it is undoubtedly his idolization and admiration for the dreaded and feared pirate; Captain Blackbeard. He makes up stories of him having been on his crew, and this being the reason as to why he is so skilled and great. Whether these stories are true is never mentioned, but nonetheless not a single person (except the quite gullible captain Stede) believes a word he says.

What is SO interesting about his character, however, is that all of this is just a first look into his character. It's a first impression. Yes, throughout the show he shall always have his little moments of "being a dick", but the further you get into the show, the more you see the layers of him.

We've established he's kind of a dick, he's self-centered, delusional... but under all this there's actually the sweetest core you could imagine. Whenever he does something wrong, or he offends someone, he's the first to apologize as soon as he can.

Accidentally stab Frenchie's flag during an ambitious attempt to start a mutiny? Show remorse and say I'm sorry immediately. Your captain makes someone cry? Tell him that that wasn't okay and console the crying person as soon as possible. Your captain wants to put a cursed suit onto other innocent people, just to lift the curse from themselves? Question it because it makes you feel like a horrible person.

And even to Stede himself. In Season 1, it was pretty clear that Pete did not think anything of Stede. He thought he was dumb, incompetent etc etc and loved NOTHING more than the idea to get rid of him. But then in Season 2, where a very offensive comment is made towards Stede by the newly-back-from-the-sorta-dead scribe, Lucius Spriggs, who now holds a vendetta against Stede because he's indirectly the reason Lucius had to come sorta back from the dead in the first place, you see him like this:

He is visibly uncomfortable here, while in season 1, he would've jumped on the Anti-Stede train in a SECOND. But here, he just sits and tries to kind of get rid of the thick tension of that moment, and get the negative attention away from Stede. GROWTH.

Not only that, but (and this is gonna be an insanely weird opinion of mine but hear me out): out of all the crewmembers on Stede's ship, I might say that none of them are as much like Stede than Pete is. Stede is quite dumb, quite gullible, obsessed with Blackbeard, very much wants to be a "big, strong pirate" and despite all of this still manages to be kind to the people around him and makes sure to take care of others just like he takes care of himself. To me, that sounds just like Pete.

And, maybe one of his most redeeming qualities:

He is the sweetest, most loving and most caring partner on the ship.

Lucius is pretty much what you think of when you hear the words "sassy gay sidekick". He's sassy, he's queer, he's confident, he's very flirtatious and basically the LAST person you'd think to pair with Pete. He's also immediately portrayed as likeable, and is understandably one of the absolute favorites in the entire fandom.

They sound like the crackiest pair of them all. And yet somehow, they work perfectly together. They balance eachother out like two sides of the same coin. What Pete lacks in self-awareness, Lucius got enough for the both of them. What Lucius lacks in pirate skills, Pete has heaps to keep them both safe. And so on and so forth.

Throughout the show, Pete has learned to put someone else before him for once. It used to always be him as number one, but it becomes very clear that he now has a new number one. His number one.

There are lots of reasons why this relationship in particular means a lot to me. The main one being the way that they are perceived in the show.

Pete has a cleft lip, a bit of a lisp, a bald head, and overall just isn't what you'd normally expect from a TV show that depicts gay characters. He's average-looking. He's just some guy. And despite all of this, he gets to be in a sweet and loving relationship with his cute boyfriend who loves him, adores him, and looks at Pete like he's the most beautiful thing in the world.

Lucius himself isn't really that conventionally attractive either, but this fandom definitely perceives him better than they do Pete. Which is apparent in the way they pair him up with other, more conventionally attractive people, which is upsetting but hey. That's how the world works, I guess.

But it's the way these two are not perfect in any way, they're just two dudes on a ship who happen to be in the most beautiful relationship imaginable. Their relationship isn't perfect either, but it's perfect enough. They're just like a regular couple you'd see anywhere in real life. Nothing too fabricated, and it all just feels so real. Which is also why they remind me so much of my personal relationship with my beautiful, amazing partner whom I love more than anything in the world. The Lucius to my Pete.

Pete means a lot to me because, aside from having the best oneliners in the show and making me want to study him in a lab, in a way I see a lot of myself in him. I like to think I'm not nearly as delusional or self-centered as him, but the way he engages with the world around him feels just so familiar to me.

He's a bit dumb most of the time, and he's prone to make mistakes, but he always means well. He keeps up a hard, rough exterior to be able to protect his loved ones and look tough to others, yet in his core he is so incredibly sensitive and caring He found love in a place and time where it pretty much could've been impossible, and he spreads that love as far as his bare, sleeveless arms can reach.

He's a dick, but he's my dick. He whittled his boyfriend a damn finger, he deserves to be a little obnoxious every now and again as a treat.

So yeah. Black Pete does not NEARLY get the appreciation and recognition he deserves. And neither does his relationship with Lucius. And I wanna thank Matthew Maher for his incredible performance of this incredible character. Thank you!

(Also he's trans because I'm trans and I said so <3 ok bye)

[vbecker10]

The Blind Date? (Part 3 of 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 (in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: fighting, arguing, threatening language, brief use of a gun, mentions of dried blood, getting kidnapped... twice?, hangry, mild swearing... no fluff yet but I swear it is coming in the fourth part and it will be worth it

Summary: Your friend sets you up on a blind date with someone she works with at SHIELD but you accidentally end up on a mission with Loki. Your date comes to an abrupt end when you realize Loki isn't the one Michelle meant to set you up with and his mission puts you both in danger.

@michelleleewise thank you so so so much for reading every single part of this in random pieces and completely out of order over the last few days lol I really appreciate all of your help and letting me bounce ideas off of you!!

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

(Y/N POV)

"What... what do you mean 'who's Michelle?' You definitely know her. She has purple hair and works with you at SHIELD," you explain and he shrugs. "She's the one who set us up tonight... You talked to her the other day and she said you were looking forward to going on a blind date with me?"

He shakes his head and leans back in his chair, "No offense to you, of course but I would never agree to go on a blind date. Thor has tried many times to set me up, here and on Asgard but I have never needed anyone's assistance acquiring a date."

"You're literally on a blind date right now," you say, gesturing between the two of you.

"I am not-" he starts but his words die out and his expression suddenly changes, as if he's remembered something.

"Look, if you've changed your mind about this that's fine, Loki. I can just leave," you say loudly. Your outburst draws the attention of the people at the next table and you notice how Loki seems worried they are listening. You groan in frustration then snap at him, "And next time you're on a date with someone, try not to spend the whole night looking over at the beautiful women at the next table."

"Please, keep your voice down," he says in a hushed tone. "Come outside with me and we can talk. I will explain but you need to calm down," he urges as he stands up and tries to take your hand.

"I am calm and I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm going home," you tell him, you stand up as well and pull your hand free from his.

You look just beyond Loki and see the men and women at the table nearest you leaving quickly. The older man is left alone at the table but only for a moment as he waves over three men who had been standing in various corners of the restaurant. He whispers something to the large men and points towards you and Loki.

"Great," you mumble at Loki, "Now we're going to get banned from here and I didn't even get to eat dinner."

"We will be lucky if that is all that happens," he says quietly.

"What are you talking about?" you demand but he doesn't answer. He turns slightly and takes something out of his pocket, placing it in his ear. "What the hell-"

"Be quiet," he says to you in a harsh tone. The three men approach your table and the older man disappears into the kitchen. Loki faces the men, putting himself between you and them and smiles apologetically. "I'm sorry for the disturbance," he offers, "My girlfriend and I were having a bit of a lovers quarrel but it's been settled and we were just leaving." He takes your hand and this time you don't pull away as he tries to guide you from the table.

"We have a private room in the back where you and your lady can sort out your... issues," one of the men says in a gravely voice.

"That won't be necessary," he replies and you squeeze his hand tightly. "She was right and I was wrong, which is usually the case as I'm sure you all know."

One of the men grabs your wrist and tries to pull you from Loki, "I'm going to have to insist you join us in the back room, Loki."

Your heart begins to pound faster as you look to the God of Mischief for help but instead he calmly asks, "Loki? Why on Earth would you call me that?"

"That's what she keeps calling you, isn't it?" the man who is holding your arm answers.

"Oh, that's just a pet name she has for me, I will admit it's a bit odd. I would tell you the story of why but... well it's very long and not entirely appropriate," he says with a wink.

"Is that true?" the man asks you and you nod quickly. "In that case, I think you should tell us the story behind the nickname. We're all curious, aren't we?" he says as he looks at the other two men. "Come now," he pulls on your arm again, "You can tell us everything in the back." As he starts to move you towards the kitchen, his jacket opens slightly and you catch a glimpse of a gun in a holster at his side.

"Loki?" you ask in a terrified whisper.

Loki's attention shifts from the three men to you and suddenly his appearance changes. Standing in front of you is a man you vaguely remember seeing by the bar earlier. "What the fuck-" one of the men can barely ask before his appearance shifts again and the waiter who spilled the water is holding your hand. Just as quickly, he becomes Loki again and the man holding you reaches into his jacket with his free hand.

"There's no need for that," Loki says calmly. He looks over at you and says, "We will go with you," and you nod slightly, not knowing what else to do. The other two men each grab one of his arms and you are both pushed towards the kitchen.

"Stay calm," Loki whispers to you as they open the doors to the kitchen, but that was easier said than done.

(LOKI POV)

"You've got to be kidding me, Laufeyson," Stark says loudly in your ear. "You're going to get this woman killed. You need to get the hell out of there now, before this gets any worse... if that's even possible."

"And remember, you can't just kill everyone," Rogers adds and you force yourself not to roll your eyes. "That place is full of innocent civilians and we still need to keep as much of the recon mission intact as possible or this will all have been for nothing."

The cooks and waiters in the kitchen expertly avoid eye contact with you and Y/N as you are lead through the room towards the metal doors. "These two were planning to dine and dash so we're taking them to see the boss," one of the men explains but no one acknowledges him. You imagine this isn't the first time the employees have witnessed people being dragged into the back rooms. You briefly wonder if any of those people had been able to talk their way out of leaving through the front door.

You can tell Y/N is scared and confused but you force down the growing feeling of guilt, you need to keep a level head to get the two of you out of this. You don't resist as the two enforcers push you through the metal door on the left, into the halfway you were in earlier. "This way," the man holding onto Y/N's arm grunts as he pulls her down the hall.

You hear Rogers say, "This isn't good." You grind your teeth to keep from asking if anything about your current situation was good.

He stops to unlock the door on the other side of the hall from the office. You remember seeing it on the floor plan and it was a room you had no desire to go into. Y/N tries to struggle as she is dragged into the room first and you are brought in only a few steps behind. The room is empty except for four large meat hooks which hang from the ceiling. Tattered rope hangs on the end of one of the hooks from the last individual who offended the mob. Trails of dried blood have seeped into the concrete, leading to a rusted metal drain in the center of the floor.

"If you're going to do something, I suggest doing it now, Laufeyson," Stark urges and for once you agree with him.

With the door still open, you easily pull your arms free from the two enforcers who had been holding you. Before they can react, you wave your arm towards both of them, slamming them into the blood stained tile wall with a green flash. They hit the floor hard, one unconscious and one groaning in pain as he tries to stand up. Without waiting for him to get to his feet, you wave your hand downwards and with another green flash his head hits the ground with a thud.

You turn your attention to Y/N and the man holding her, walking slowly towards them. He tightens his grip on her arm and pulls her in front of him as a shield. He takes out his gun and points it at you over her shoulder, his hand shaking. With a flick of your wrist, you let out a green flash which pulls the gun from his hand, sending it sliding across the floor.

"Let go of her," you order him and to your surprise, he does.

He quickly releases Y/N and steps to the side of her, his arms raised slightly in surrender as he backs away from you. Not willing to risk being followed, you wave your arm wide and he hits the tile wall hard, shattering a few.

You reach for Y/N and ask her, "Are you alright?"

She looks at you in stunned silence for a moment than suddenly, she raises both hands to your chest and tries to shove you but you don't move. She yells, "No! No, I am not alright! What the hell is going on?"

You take a lose hold of her wrists and lower her hands gently. "I told you, I will explain but we need to leave," you tell her. She looks towards the open door and then back at the three unconscious men. "Unless you would like to stay and see how long it takes them to wake up," you say when she doesn't move.

"Ready to go when you are," she responds and you nod.

You take her hand, keeping her close to you as you leave the room. You wave your free hand towards the door to the office and a green glow surrounds it momentarily. She looks at you questioningly and you answer, "Just making sure it's locked."

"Here, this door leads to a back alley," you tell her as you use your magic to disable the alarm attached to it. "Captain Rogers will meet us a few blocks away and bring us back to the Tower," you say once you are finally outside.

"I'm going to need that," you hear from the front seat and look up before you can even unlock your phone.

(Y/N POV)

Three blocks away from the restaurant, you and Loki finally slow down just as a black van pulls up next to you. The side door slides open and Loki tells you to get in. You do without question and he follows you, pulling the door shut as the van takes off. You take a few slow, deep breaths and sit back in your seat as the van makes a turn.

"Can you drop me off at the subway station coming up?" you ask and Captain Rogers turns around from the front passenger seat.

"Sorry Y/N," he says. "That won't be possible."

"What- how do you know my name?" you ask and Loki turns from you, looking out the window.

"We were listening," Tony Stark answers through a speaker in the front of the van.

"Why would you do that?" you ask.

"Loki was on his first solo mission," Captain Rogers explains.

"First solo mission..." you repeat. "Wait, I was part of some stupid mission?"

"Yes and believe me, none of us are happy about it," he answers. He turns to Loki who is still looking out the window. "Everything that happened tonight is going in my report. I think we're going to have to extend your probation."

"You're on probation?" you ask him loudly and he nods but doesn't speak. "Wait... but why can't you take me to the subway?" you ask as the agent driving passes the station entrance.

"You need to come back to the Tower and be debriefed," Tony says.

"Debriefed? But I don't know anything about what just happened and to be honest I don't really want to know. I want to go home, eat something with chocolate in it and go to sleep," you tell them honestly.

"I'm sorry, it's too late," Captain Rogers says.

You sit back in your seat again then take your phone out. You need to text Jess and Michelle, you have to tell them what happened and that you are on your way to the Tower. Maybe they would be able to meet you there and help you sort out what was going on.

"What?" you ask Captain Rogers.

He holds out his hand, "I need your phone."

"You can't be serious?" you ask, looking at Loki for help but he just stares out the window in silence.

"I'm sorry but its protocol," he shrugs.

"This is bullshit," you mumble as you hand him your phone then cross you arms and sit back in your seat.

Through the speaker in the front of the van, Tony says, "Language."

(Y/N POV)

You follow Agent Hill silently down the long hallway, there are five tall doors on either side with an agent posted outside each one. You try not to look as intimidated as you feel when she opens the third door, leading you into a small room. Your stomach drops and you immediately recognize this space, anyone who had ever watched a law enforcement show would know this was an interrogation room. There is a rectangular steel table in the middle with an uncomfortable looking chair on each of the long sides. The light gray walls are completely bare and there are no windows, unless you were to count the mirror on the wall opposite the door. You have no doubt the large framed mirror is a one-way window, an idea which makes you feel more than a little paranoid.

"No, there's been a mistake," you say to her, turning to leave. "Isn't there somewhere else I can wait to talk to-" the agent on guard at the door easily moves to block you from leaving.

"Someone will be in to talk to you in a few minutes," Agent Hill replies calmly and motions for the agent to return to his post. "Try to make yourself comfortable," she says and when you turn towards the harsh metal chairs she leaves the room.

You look quickly back at the door when you hear it slam closed, unable to move from shock you stand motionless in the middle of the room. After a few moments, you realize she was being serious about making yourself comfortable although you have no idea how you are supposed to do that. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself before you decide sitting still would probably make you even more anxious than you already are. You walk to the edge of the room and wander slowly around the space, the steady clicking of your increasingly painful heels is the only sound other than a steady flow of air from the vent over the door. After the tenth lap you begin to grow impatient and walk over to the mirrored window.

You knock on the glass and wait a few seconds before asking, "Is someone in there?" You aren't surprised when there isn't a response but you try again anyway. Knocking slightly harder the second time you ask, "Can I talk to Captain Rogers or... anyone?"

You pause as you realize you not only weren't told who you are supposed to be debriefed by but also why you would need to be. You only knew two things about the mission he was apparently on. The first being, the old man who owned the restaurant was clearly into something bad enough that the Avengers had taken notice of him and the second was that Loki had for some reason been required to pretend he was interested in you.

You decide to attempt to speak to someone one more time and knock on the window again. "I really want to go home. I swear I don't know anything, can't you just let me leave?" you ask but the only answer is silence.

You turn from the window and begin to pace around the room again, unable to stop looking at your watch every time you complete a lap. Fifteen minutes later you find yourself standing in front of the door, staring at the handle. You shake your head and reach out, gripping the handle tightly as you try to turn it but you knew nothing would happen. You twist the handle to the left then right and back again but it won't turn.

"For fuck's sake," you groan as you give up on the door. You pull out one of the chairs and it scraps loudly on the tile, causing you to wince from the sound. I can't be here that much longer, you think but you are beginning to wonder if SHIELD is planning on leaving you here all night.

Your stomach grumbles and you wish you had been able to eat dinner. You didn't even have a chance to finish your appetizer before everything went to hell. You lean back and stare up at the ceiling, counting the tiles out loud to distract yourself.

When you finish your count you check your watch again, it's just after 9 pm. You get up angrily, you had been locked in this room for almost forty five minutes. You knock on the glass with more force than last few times and demand to speak to someone. "I'm tired of waiting around in here. You can't just keep me all night. I haven't done anything wrong and I want to go home, now," you keep your face close to the mirror but you are unable to see beyond your reflection.

The silence means everything, you are going to be in here for a long as SHIELD decides to keep you. You pound on the glass one more time in anger, pain spreads through your hand and down your wrist. You sit back in the chair and hold your hand, slowly flexing your fingers.

"This is fucking ridiculous," you curse under your breath, a part of you wishing Tony Stark or Captain Rogers would at least appear to yell at you about your language. You cross your arms on the table and rest your head on them, "This has to be the worst blind date anyone has ever been on."

(Y/N POV)

The solid door slams closed, jolting you awake. You sit up quickly, your heart pounding as you look around the room and slowly remember where you are. Rubbing your eyes with one hand, you blink as the figure by the door comes into focus.

"Oh good, you're awake," he says as he walks over to the table. "Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD," he introduces himself.

You barely register what he said as you check your watch in disbelief, "I've been in here for three and a half hours!?"

"Sorry about that, we had to deal with a small... miscommunication," he says. He opens the folder in his hand and reads the contents for a moment before asking, "What's your full name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N," you answer, unwilling to hide the annoyance in your tone. He nods then takes a single sheet of paper out of the thin folder and places it on the table with a pen. "What is this?" you ask, picking it up.

"A non-disclosure agreement," he answers.

You look up at him quickly, "What?! I thought I was supposed to be interviewed or debriefed or something. I've been sitting here for hours for this stupid piece of paper?"

"That would be what the miscommunication was about," he replies as if it was obvious.

"You're freaking joking," you say, still in shock that this night hadn't ended yet.

"Do I look like someone who tells jokes?" he asks and you shake your head silently, biting back a sarcastic comment. He offers only a slight explanation for the extremely long wait, "Loki informed the team that you truly were unaware of any part of the mission so a debriefing wouldn't be necessary. Sign this and you can be on your way."

"And what if I don't want to sign it?" you ask, your anger at the current situation outweighting your common sense.

"It wasn't a request," he answers.

You glance at the paper, knowing you should at least skim it but you are too angry and tired and hungry to deal with it. You sign the paper quickly and toss the pen back on the table as you stand up. "Can I have my phone back now?" you ask.

He picks up the paper, putting it back in the folder then takes your phone out of his jacket pocket. "Agent Coulson will take you home now," he says, handing you the phone.

You momentarily debate turning down the offer but decide against it. On a good night it wasn't a great idea to take the subway at midnight alone and this certainly hadn't been a good night. "Fine, but he's stopping somewhere so I can get food," you respond as a man who you assume is Agent Coulson walks into the room.

"Sorry Miss Y/L/N, I'm only authorized to drive you home," he says and you sigh loudly. He holds the door open and you walk out into the hallway. "This way," he turns to the left and you follow him to the elevators.

(LOKI POV)

Thor stands by the door and waits for Stark, Rogers, Fury and Barnes to leave the room. You aren't in the mood to speak to your brother at the moment but you doubt that will stop him.

"You can yell if you would like, brother, but I'm sure Rogers covered how much of a failure I am already," you tell him as you walk towards the door.

"I'm not going to yell," he says calmly as you walk past him into the hallway.

"Ah, trying the 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed method?" you jokingly ask and he follows you.

"I just want to know why you would risk being sent back to Asgard," he says and you stop. "This wasn't just another mission, this was your first one without the team. You were supposed to follow the plan and show them you could be trusted. Why would you endanger a civilian and gamble with the mission?"

You stand in front of him silently for a moment before answering. "I honestly thought the mission was simple enough. I should have had no issues planting the listening devices and spending the rest of the evening enjoying a meal with someone who... who doesn't think of me the way they all do," you gesture towards the empty seats.

Before your brother can respond, you see Y/N being escorted to the elevators by Agent Coulson. You take two steps in that direction and Thor puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Do you really think that is a good idea?" he asks.

"I just wanted to apologize to her for-" you start to explain.

Agent Coulson pushes the button to call the elevator and Y/N looks around slowly as if she is bored. She notices you and Thor, immediately turning away from you as she crosses her arms angrily.

"I have a feeling you might be the last person on Midgard she has any interest in speaking to right now," Thor says.

(Y/N POV)

You turn on the lights, lock the front door and sigh in relief as you pry off your heels, swearing you will never wear them again. You lean heavily against the door and finally take out your phone. You hadn't responded to your friends while you were in the car with Agent Coulson. You had been too busy trying to convince him that no one would notice if he stopped at a deli or a fast food restaurant for a few minutes. According to him, they would have and you finally gave up, spending the rest of the thirty minute car ride in hangry silence.

You stop in the hallway, mid-step at the sheer amount of messages and calls you missed. Michelle and Jess must have thought you had been kidnapped or killed and to be honest you did get kidnapped... twice. Once by whoever the angry men were at the restaurant and then again by SHIELD.

You open the chat between the three of you and decide you'll read all the messages tomorrow. The last thing you want to do right now is think about how tonight had officially been the worst blind date you or anyone else had ever been on. You decide a simple 'I'm home and I'm not dead' text will have to suffice. You type out the message, letting them know you will call them in the morning as you walk into your kitchen. Opening the fridge and take out a bottle of water then grab a package of pretzels from the cabinet.

You sit on the couch, tossing your phone onto the coffee table and slowly drink the water. You swing your legs up onto the couch and forget entirely about the pretzels as you close your eyes.

(LOKI POV)

"I still don't understand why I simply can't summon the weapons I need during training," you complain to your brother. "Why must I borrow their inferior ones. I will never use them in a fight."

"If you keep skipping these training courses, you won't have to worry about their inferior weapons because they will never let you out into the field again," Thor counters and you groan. The Avengers seemed to have a training course or seminar on everything, even how to fill out paperwork which you recently found out you are still doing incorrectly somehow. You were almost convinced that the Captain changed the requirements every time you submitted a form.

"Very well," you mutter in response as you enter the armory. You freeze the moment the door closes and Thor smiles at you.

"Something wrong brother?" he asks. You gesture towards the two woman talking behind the raised counter. "Oh, you know Michelle and Jess, don't you Loki?" The woman with the purple hair turns towards you and you find yourself thankful that looks can not actually kill.

"No, we've never formally met," you find your voice after a moment.

Thor walks towards the two woman, Michelle crosses her arms against her chest and watches you closely. Her coworker, with red and blue highlights, picks up one of the small throwing knives from the counter and slowly begins to play with it.

You nod awkwardly. "And this is Michelle. She heads up the research department that deals with biological and chemical weapons," Thor continues.

"Good afternoon," Thor smiles at both of them, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable you are. "Well Loki, this is Jess. She is a weapons specialist and runs most of the training simulators. You'll need to speak with her about signing out the daggers you want to use," he tells you.

"Hello," you say after clearing your throat.

"I'll leave you three to talk," Thor says as he backs away from you. "Oh, brother I was wrong. There isn't a training course today so take as much time with Y/N's friends as you need." With that, he slips out of the room, leaving you alone with two women who are less than fond of you.

You stand in front of them for a moment, trying to decide how to phrase your question. Thor knew you had been thinking about Y/N a lot over the last week and you felt as if you needed to apologize to her for everything that happened. You hadn't meant to put her in danger or have her locked in an interrogation room for hours. Truth be told, when you weren't trying to focus on the mission, you enjoyed the brief moments you had been able to spend with her.

"What do you want?" Michelle finally asks.

"I was hoping you would give me Y/N's phone number?" you ask. "I need to speak with her."

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[herotome]

Hi there! I’ve been following for a fair while (I was interested in the premise) and have been meaning to play the game for a while as well, but only started the last day of 2023! One heck of a way to start a year though!

I was wondering, how would the ROs feel about/interact with an MC who is touch averse? If MC can’t stand for people to touch them without getting a little sick feeling? How would that affect their relationship? Would that be a thing that would determine if they would or would not enter a romantic relationship with MC?

And maybe as a lil tiny bonus if you’re feeling up to it, how would the ROs feel if MC one day tried linking pinkies with them? If MC told them that their specific touch isn’t that bad and they wanna try slowly building up physical affection?

Sorry, this is kind of a long ask >.< I myself am iffy on touch at best and I know it’s commonly seen as a “necessity” in relationships of all kinds. Herotome is a VN that kinda breaks down modern relationships and I was curious so I wanted to ask, but alao totally understand if you don’t want or are unsure of how to answer this. Have a lovely whatever time it is in your time zone and I can’t wait to see how Herotome progresses!

Dude(gn) you're valid as hell thank you sending this over <3

I do wanna give a quick shoutout to @crescencestudio who - I know through my direct experience of editing for Alaris - is putting a huge array of touch-averse dialogue options in their VN. Do give them a follow if that interests you...!

I also want to express how flattered I am that Herotome kinda breaks down modern relationships - that's definitely been an unstated goal of mine.

Now let's see about your ask...

Warden: Fuck yeah he's down-- gosh what's gotten into me I'm cursing so much today but I'll make an effort not to censor myself <_< But yeah... honestly a touch averse MC would be right up his alley - assuming he is reassured that he has not done anything wrong/offensive with any accidental touches. To some extent, he enjoys the concept of self-restraint(...) and begins both his professional and romantic relationships rather carefully - so not having to worry about whether he's not touching someone too much or too little - and instead focusing on not touching them at all - should be quite refreshing for him tbh? He may want to touch sometimes, particularly after spending a LOT of time together... but being respectful and ensuring his beloved is comfortable is way more important to him.

Griffin: ..... well, Griffin would do her best LOL. They would have to set expectations and really communicate upfront (which you would always be doing with Griffin regardless of touch aversion, lets be real) - what is not on the table, what could be on the table in the future, what MC wants out of a relationship - and if MC is prepared to discuss these topics and - most importantly, if MC is 100% ready for a relationship - in all likelihood a touch averse MC will be able to make things work with Griffin. Just gotta be clear and communicate.

Mia: ngl she can get pretty needy, it might be rough with her...! She'll want to hug when she cries and she can get pretty insecure about herself, so I wouldddn't super recommend a touch averse MC getting into a romantic relationship with Mia... Communication can be rocky with her even when both sides try their best. But gosh she'd treat touch averse MC sooo well in the time they spend together, if MC would allow Mia to cook and pamper!!!

Dart: Eh.... Why not? He's willing to give it a shot, and if it doesn't work out then it doesn't work out. ....... I'm sorry this is all he's giving me ;;;;;

Jade: lmao she's touch averse on and off herself so she'd understand MC best out of everybody with very minimal communication no questions necessary. They'll be perfectly happy reading on opposite sides of the couch or something...

As for linking pinkies and slowly building up physical affection-

lol idek what to say bc that's so stinking adorable and swoonworthy

Warden, Griffin, Dart, and Jade would make sure MC is not pushing themself over their comfort zone just for their sake - they went into a relationship knowing not to expect touch (I assume?!)

Mia would be too busy having the happiest day of her life straight up vibrating and also having a heart attac like

[gaybananabread]

TickleTober Day 16 - Unusual Spot

I POSTED IT TODAY IT COUNTS! I have been wanting to do a fic for this baby for who KNOWS how long! Just kept putting it off cuz I'm me (T×T). There is a lack of content for this boy, and I intend to fix it. Very self indulgent this month lol. FInally back from out of state and tired af, cities kicked my ass. I hope your spooky seasons are amazing, and that y'all Enjoy!

Lee: Red Son

Ler: Mk

Summary: Red and MK are in the hero's apartment, lazing around and hanging out. Being himself, Mk finds a way to make the evening a bit more interesting.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

The Demon Bull family had always been odd. Varying loyalties, their place in history, the creation of the Samadi Fire, all of it. Red Son knew this better than anyone. Never in his life, though, did he expect to be with the Monkie King’s successor in his pajamas.

And never did he expect to enjoy it as much as he did.

One of Monkie King’s movies was playing on Mk’s laptop, though the demon wasn’t paying it any attention. He was much more focused on the young hero’s face. The captivated, cute face of a fanboy watching one of his favorite films. Even though he saw him every day, Mk had not gotten over his starstruck obsession with Monkie King’s media.

The Monkie Cop movie ended, finally snapping Mk out of his small trance. He looked at Red Son bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. The boy hadn’t said a word for the entire hour, besides mouthing a few lines of dialogue. “Uh, sorry. Got a bit too into it, didn’t I?”

“You’re alright.” Red Son’s voice was a bit softer than he liked. He quickly followed it up with a snarky comment, wanting to save face. “Believe me, any break from your voice is a cherished moment.”

Mk took no offense from his words. He saw right through the silly attempt, shaking his head. “Okay, Red Boy. Whatever you say.” That got a pillow thrown at his head.

Now that the film was over, the boys needed to find something to do. Red was happy to just sit in silence, as he had for the duration of the movie. He leaned back on Mk’s bed, finding the softness of his covers and plushes rather inviting. His apartment was…modest, to say the least. That was a minor comfort within itself. He might have even dozed off in the peaceful room. But, Mk being Mk, couldn’t sit still to save his life.

Red had barely taken a breath before he felt a hand toying with his hair. He opened his eyes, suppressing a smile. “Yes, noodle boy?”

“Nothin’. Can I play with your hair?” The simplicity and innocence of the question surprised him. They had been getting closer, normalizing touch, affections and compliments for the touch-deprived demon. Still, small things such as hugs and silly affections caught him off guard. “I- uh- well, I suppose I’ll allow it. “

He sat up, taking his pony tail out and giving Mk access. His red, fluffy hair tumbled down his shoulders. He didn’t let it down often, besides when he went to sleep. For Mk, however, he made an exception. The monkie kid knew full well how soft he made the demon. And he loved it. “Aww, thank you, Red!”

The boy just huffed, bringing his knees to his chest as ten fingers ran through his hair. He was decently tired, letting his guard down and enjoying the gentle head scratches he was getting. For a few seconds, it was pretty nice.

That changed, however, when Mk tried to braid his hair. It started with a small tingle, Mk’s fingers brushing his ears as he gathered the hair by them. Then it grew to an annoyingly persistent buzz, the boy’s nimble fingers accidentally scratching his neck and ears every so often. Red managed to hold in his verbal reactions, his cheeks almost matching his hair as he tried not to squirm.

It took Mk maybe thirty seconds to realize what was happening.

His friends were big on physical affection, tickling being one of their most common bonding activities. With the way he was acting, Red’s neck and ears must have been pretty good spots. “You good, Red Boy? Your face is starting to match your name.”

“Sh-shut up you bohozo!” He had tried to put some heat in his voice, but it sounded more whiny than anything. The giggle that slipped out wasn’t helping his case either.

“Wow, so menacing. I’m terrified.” A mischievous, teasing smirk came onto Mk’s face. Red Son couldn’t see his face, but he could hear it in his voice. Mk knew, and he was done for.

Red tried to run from him, but the other boy saw it coming from a mile away. Before he could bolt, two surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him, holding him in place. Mk pulled the boy onto his lap, poking and prodding at his sides.

Airy, almost childish giggles escaped the “villain,” quickly filling Mk’s small apartment with life. The monkie kid would listen to the sound for days if he could. And, of course, he had to tease. Who would he be without a little playful banter? “I mean, I knew you were stupid ticklish, but your ears too? That’s kinda adorable.”

It took everything Red Son had to keep his hair from burning. Typically, he’d just let his locks react with his emotions, but that time was different. He didn’t really think Mk would appreciate getting burnt and having his sheets on fire. “Nyohohohoodle bohohoy! Gehet ohoff!”

He squirmed and twisted in the noodle boy’s arms, trying his hardest to get away from the tickles. He knew Mk was strong, but damn, that boy had a grip. Red tried to pry his friend’s arms off, but he just wouldn’t budge. That shit was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Thanks to the shoving, Mk’s attention was drawn to the demon’s hands. Maybe…oooo, it was definitely worth a try.

Wrapping his legs around Red’s waist to keep him pinned, Mk grabbed one of the boy’s hands. He pried Red Son’s hand open, gently scratching his palm. He was not disappointed.

“hEY- MK! Youhuhuhu BOHOHOZOHO!” Red jerked his arm, shocked at how ticklish the surface was. He knew that his powers made his hands a bit sensitive, but that was a whole new level of wow.

His giggling got very pitchy, little squeaks piercing the sound. Mk thought it was adorable, but Red Son wanted to combust. Literally.

The thrashing had grown wild, Red’s hair getting all frizzed up as he twisted around and tried to get out of the tickly hold. A few embers sparked around his fluff, fizzling out before they had a chance to do any harm. Just another thing to add to Mk’s long list of “Cute Red Son Quirks” he’d made.

“Palms too? Seriously, this is adorable. You’re adorable.” He’s trying to kill him… The ticklish boy squealed, the odd sensations mixed with the teasing doing him in.

If it were anyone else, they’d be covered in burn wounds and bite marks. Red only let his walls down around Mk. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was touch-starved and especially adored Mk’s affections. Definitely not…

It was a miracle that nobody heard him; his laugh was loud and pitchy, randomly switching between giggles and frantic squeals. “Youhuhu- you nYOOHOHODLE BRAHAIN! R-REHEhehelease mehe at ohohonce!”

If he could think straight, he might have thought to try and stand up on the bed. His legs weren’t restrained, just drumming on the bed. That, however, was pretty much impossible; thoughts of “oh fuck that tickles” and “he’s so mean” and “this feels kinda nice” were taking over his mind. The mighty Red Son was a giggly puddle in the boy’s lap.

Mk decided he could be even more of a menace. Switching hands, he began to tickle the other palm while simultaneously blowing on the blushing boy’s ears. Red would forever doubt and dispute the snorty squeal that flew from his lips at the tickly combination. That was just cruel.

“NYAHOHOHOhohohoho! Youhuhu pehEHEHEhest!” He tried to scrunch up his shoulders, hoping to block the unfairly ticklish gusts. He just couldn’t quite get them up high enough, always leaving at least one ear exposed. Mk had known that Red Son was ticklish before that little encounter. He had not, however, known to what extent, nor did he know all the unusual and cute places that got the dramatic demon giggling.

That sound…whoooo. Mk could feel his own cheeks get a bit pink at the other boy’s reactions. He was glad Red couldn’t see his face; the color was slowly nearing tomato status. There was just something about his laugh that made Mk’s brain buzz and sent butterflies to his stomach. Best not to dwell on why… There was a very cute boy on his lap in need of a good tickling that required his attention anyway.

He would let his fingers wander, tracing Red’s wrists and arms every so often. The poor “victim’s” eyes were squeezed shut, both out of embarrassment and mirth. It gave Mk a lovely excuse to stare at his rosy cheeks and get lost in thought.

He looked amazing, even when he was laughing like a toddler. The way his nose crinkled as he snorted, the small embers that flicked about whenever he hit a good spot, his lips as they stretched into a wide smile… God, he needed to fix his brain.

Their silliness probably would have gone on for the rest of the evening. That is, until someone knocked at the door, both breaking the mood and interrupting their moment. “Mk, Red Boy? You guys good in there, we heard some noise!”

And just like that, it was over. Mk released Red’s hands, pulling him completely against his chest and turning them both away from the door. He knew that the demon wasn’t fully comfortable with being that vulnerable around the others, even Mei.

Rubbing small circles on the fiery boy’s palms, Mk pulled a blanket over them, pretty much concealing everything except the tops of their heads. She probably wouldn't come in, but just in case. “Yeah, we’re good! Just watched a movie, goofed off a little!”

“Okay, dinner’s in a half hour! Pigsy’s making your favorite!” The sounds of Mei’s confident stops down the stairs receded, leaving the pair in almost complete silence; Red Son was still giggling softly. Mk immediately got a bit worried, thinking it might have been too much. “You okay, Red? Did I go too far?”

Red Son just groaned into his shirt, surprisingly cuddling up next to him. He was tired, feeling soft, and just didn’t give a fuck in that moment. Mk was comfy, the bed was soft, and he was sleepy. That boy was gonna nap, whether Mk liked it or not.

A small sigh of relief escaped the small hero, followed by a soft chuckle. He was precious when he wasn’t threatening his friends’ lives… “Okay, I get it. You got twenty minutes, I’m not missing dinner.”

The sleepy boy muttered something before dozing off, drowning any embarrassment or pride in the softness of the covers and comfort of Mk’s homey scent. He hadn’t really minded the tickling; as much as he’d deny the fact, he kind of enjoyed it. Still, he was less than proud of some of the noises he had just made. Best to sleep it off…

Mk’s fingers twirled a strand of Red Son’s fluffy hair, remembering what had started the whole thing. He loved spending time with the demon and introducing him to all the qualities of friendship he had missed out on. Physical affection was his favorite, by far. And that…well, he decided that was his absolute favorite way of showing it.

The two relaxed in Mk's bed, enjoying each other's company after the giggly encounter. Mk made a mental note to explore more of those…uncommon spots that had made his friend so giggly. It wasn't a bad hangout. Honestly, his new favorite way to spend an afternoon…

[yourlocalstranger123]

Obey me! and Genshin impact

Yes. This is Obey me and Genshin. :)

Bold is reader

Credits to the artist; lyoo_lyoo I'm not quite sure if it's twitter because I found this on youtube. (This inspired this idea.) Person who posted it; CrownieShorts

LOL why am I so weird. I might need therapy, yall can come but I ain't paying. I am very so called 'broke'

Warning; bite marks.

~ Fangs♥︎ with Lucifer ~

DeviantArt artist; Origarnic

"No."

"Aww please, Luci! Just this once! Lemme help you."

How did we get here? Well...

*flashback*

You were walking down the hall of the house to go get Lucifer. He usually is already here for breakfast but he's late. You opened the door to check out on him but you saw quite a scene.

Broken toothbrushes...what the— Lucifer started to groan at the frustration. He kept breaking the toothbrush. If only the fangs weren't so damn hard to clean! He usually wakes up early to brush his teeth or was just completely awake the whole night. He overslept today though.

"Hey, Luci. Need some help?" Trying to hold back a chuckle at his glare with his messy state. "No, I am perfectly fine! I can do this alone."

"Says the one who has so many broken toothbrushes in the trash-can, Dear."

"...."

*end of flashback*

Version 1;

Lucifer is sitting on your lap, opening his mouth for you. Holding tight on your shoulders so he doesn't fall. He looks down to see you carefully brushing his teeth so his fangs don't poke you.

Lucifer mind was a mess. He should've just done this by himself. But he'll be late and it's not like this is harming or anything....well at least not directly to you. His teeth are sensitive and— oh Diavolo.

He grabbed your wrist, saying that it's enough. He went off your lap and went to the bathroom to fix his hair. He eventually let you do it when it's necessary. Not like he's gonna purposely overslept or maybe lie about it for you to do it—

"Wow, I guess this is part of my daily routine hm?"

Although his words were muffled you knew he just said to shut your mouth. After you were done, he tried to get off until you picked him up but accidentally by his ass....you got one of a hell flustered Lucifer scolding you. Well, at least you found a new side of him, hooray!

Version 2;

You were sitting on his lap, Lucifer opening his mouth. He looked at you seeing you being so careful not to poke yourself with his fangs.

He looked away trying to focus on something else. Although he accidentally scooted you closer unconsciously. You teased him that for the rest of the day.

As same as version 1, he lets you do this when it's necessary and sometimes 'overslept' for you to clean his teeth and fangs.

After you were done you kissed his forehead. His breath hitched and he scooted away and left. Later of course he confronted you and perhaps scolded you. His pride could never admit he liked it.

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"Bite me."

"What?" Lucifer just sat there, bewildered. Why on hell would you want him to bite you?

"What? It's the same thing as leaving your scratch marks on my back—" (sometimes he ain't careful with those sharp nails but still a slay. 💅✨️✨️)

He covered your mouth. His face was so red! You grabbed both of his wrists and. Pinned him onto the wall.

"Also its similar with the marks you made."

You showed the marks he made from last night under your turtle neck. "You were so possessive, You kept saying I'm yours but I don't mind." You smirked seeing him squirming, trying to get out of your grip. Oh this was going to be a long night

Or, since I don't think (no offense I swear) most girls are tall enough 👀💧 I'm trying to make a male and female together so it's not only 1 gender to enjoy :) even though it doesn't specifically use pro nouns I think

You cornered him and grabbed his tie, and pushed his shoulder down to make him on his knees. You showed him the marks under the turtle neck. "My, my. I didn't think you'd be embarrassed. You had done this many times, haven't you?" You chuckled and his flustered state. This is gonna be quite a night

*later*

"Hey, why are you guys covered in bandages?" Solomon asked. You smiled and looked at Lucifer. You pulled down the bandages to make him see the bite marks he had made. As Lucifer scolded you Solomon is standing there, thinking yall are cannibals— just kidding.

Another Version

You walked up to Lucifer and pulled down his bandages. "You look so pretty my love♥︎" you whispered, landing a kiss on his neck. Before he can react, you were already gone.

~ Fangs♥︎ with Zhongli ~

With a little surprise person 🤭

Twitter artist; lavelis_twi

There are 2 because I didn't know if he would have snake-like fangs or maybe just fangs

Honestly, you were bored. Zhongli is a great company for you to play with! You can play with his hair, he doesn't mind. You can outline the marks on his arm (maybe other places too)

You happily walked to his house and knocked on it.

*knock*

No awnser.

*knock*

Still no awnser.

*knock*,, *knock*

Silence...

Weird. He usually comes out at the first knock. Is he perhaps not here? Well he did give me an extra copy sooo,,

Yeah. You went in. You walked to the door of the bedroom

"Zhongli? My love? Oh, my most beautiful gem? Darling? Hello??"

As you said that in front of the bedroom door, Zhongli comes out. If you have seen a little closer, you would've seen a red flush on the tip of his ears. I wonder why.

As his face looked panicked and worried, not because of the mess. More like because he never told you about his fangs and thought you would be scared or weirded out of it. (You guys haven't kissed mouth to mouth yet. So that's why he thought you haven't seen it.)

"Ah, sorry for not answering the door. I was...busy"

"Yeah...I can see that."

As you peeked over him to see broken toothbrushes on the ground. Although you didn't tell him that you knew about his fangs. You saw it when he yelled at Childe for not knowing how to use chopsticks properly and using them in a cursed way. He shut his eyes, waiting for you to answer or even for you to run away.

"Want some help Zhongli?"

His eyes perked up at you, surprised at your response.

"Yes, it would be delightful to get some help."

Version 1;

As he sat on your lap, hands slithering around your neck to your shoulders to stay steady. He opened his mouth wide, his fangs are similar to snake teeth but a bit thicker. Very sharp that it could poke through the toothbrush.

'This feels...quite pleasant.' As he thought he didn't notice you called out for him until you tapped on his thigh. His breath hitched and he looked down to see you. "A- ah...is there something wrong?" You swear you saw his face flushing red. But first, you need to solve a problem.

"Why is Childe beside us, Zhongli?"

Oh. He forgot to tell you.

"Well, since we both wanted you. We decided to...share."

Childe peaked at you and whispered, 'surprise!'

You sighed as you ruffled Childe's hair.

"[Name]!~ can you brush my teeth too—"

"No. Maybe later but I already have enough trouble dealing with one troublemaker."

Well at least he can get his turn tomorrow

Version 2;

As you sat on his lap, he began slithering his hands on your waist. Making sure you're comfortable. It felt so heavenly that he could just sleep right there.

"Hey, I'm done."

He opened his eyes to see you furrow your brows. He felt he forgot to tell you something.

"Why is Childe here, behind me."

Childe eyes went wide, surprised. He swears he hid so well in the corner though!

"We decided to share since we both...like you."

Before Childe could speak, you spoke what was on his mind.

"No, Childe. I'm not gonna brush your teeth too. Maybe tomorrow but not right now."

You were already in a bad mood that you did not know anything until now. At least you have two happy boyfriends tomorrow.

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"Bite me."

"Are you sure? I could hurt you." Zhongli is more considerate but still careful.

"Oh? But then you don't need to be on my side to make sure everyone knows I'm taken, hmm?"

The tip of his ears started to get red as he looked down. His legs are getting weak just by your words.

"Hey, what about me?" Childe said, looking at you with puppy eyes. I guess adding one more person won't hurt.

Ganyu began to worry, "are you guys ok? Who hurt you?!" You assured her, although you can't just tell her—

As you speak, a child accidentally tripped and the bucket of water spilled on you three. You guys are soaked, and the bandages are see-through too. Ganyu became flustered as she saw bite marks on the three of you. She excused herself and left. Great, now I don't think Ganyu can talk to you for a bit now.

[luna-lovegreat]

Why don’t you have your pronouns in your bio? I want to interact with your account but as a trans person it makes me feels unsafe if an account doesn’t have pronouns listed. (Genuine question, not trying to attack or anything)

Hello hi :D

I generally take a long time to reply (I choose to take a while so I am not rushing my responses), but I want you to feel safe so I will try and respond quickly

***I tried to respond as a private ask but I think I can't, so my response to anon is under the cut. It is way too long, but I don't want to trim it down and keep friend waiting

^^tone indicators for all of my response is positive and genuine- I am curious and sincere

Thank you for sending this- I love that you are brave enough to ask and I hear you. I'm honoured that you like my account and would love for you to interact with it! I want you to feel safe tho, let's figure it out

Could I ask for advice? I am not yet completely understanding of tumblr or how everything works. I'm not certain what a bio is or where to put it.

I have so far avoided posting a pinned post, or having personal information in my blog description (<is that bio?). I have preferred just having posts- I am also not very comfortable reblogging things yet. I'm not certain how to explain why, but that is the form my anxiety has taken in managing my account appearance. Is it ok to leave it as is?

As far as changes I am slow on that as well, and might take a bit- but again I will try to hurry because I never want you to feel unsafe. You are worth any extent of kindness

So if I may ask- what is a blog bio, and where would I be supposed to put my pronouns? I think others have explained a bit on this but sometimes I don't understand immediately. Is this something that will make people feel unsafe? And may I ask why? I understand if this is uncomfortable, but I always want to be honest and genuine, and learn rather than pretending I know everything. I am autistic and often take a long time to understand things socially. Could not having pronouns be seen as a rejection of my trans friends?

I also have believed they/them to be the sort of default- as a sign of respect for my trans people I say they/them if I am uncertain. I want to help people feel validated with they/them, rather than assume and say something that is not who they are

My pronouns are she/her! :D but I am ok with they/them as normal which is another reason I hadn't put them.

I have several friends I plan on asking for advice on this as well, but I would love advice from your perspective. I want to make sure your concerns specifically are cared for since you asked. If you are ok to go off of anon, could you dm me or talk in replies? I want to learn. Or you could send me asks in anon- but I do not want to seem like I’m telling you what to do, or demand you talk openly if it makes you uncomfortable.

Friend :)

If I have accidentally said something very offensive I am so sorry and please help me understand- I have a heart for you even if words get in the way. I hope I am not defensive- learning and growing and changing are the best parts of life

If anything I said came across as rude or blunt I am sorry- I tell you that is not what I mean and I want to be friendly and light. I struggle with language sometimes (sometimes) which is why I normally take long to respond.

...

Hi friend! I think you are very cool and you've made me happy- now I can learn more :D if I was too intense or seemed demanding I am sorry- I got slightly panicked. I want you to feel heard and safe :)))

I feel secure in my gender identity and would not be adverse to being trans. I have spent so much time searching tho- I enjoy bragging about always having skirts with the best pockets.

I know this post is way too long and I repeated myself- I ramble lol but want to help you feel loved quickly

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Edit: hate to add more, but hi anon! Many of my friends have come to help me understand more. Thank you for asking- I did not know and love to learn. I've added pronouns, and want to always make changes so people can feel safe. You don't have to go off of anon if you don't want, but if there's anything else I can do let me know. You are so so cool :)))

[smilesrobotlover]

A smile for smiles:

:D

I love the new love at twilight chapter!!! Fjskdkdi Kori and Amber playing was my favourite thing ever they're so cute TT. and I like Edmund! So far. Idk how his character is gonna develop and stuff, but when he was instantly gentle with Kori when he started crying I thought that was very sweet. And also he's good at thinking - instantly understanding that there's different races in hyrule as well as some mixes- obviously Kori's not exactly what he would expect but he was just like ah yes. Another species child who is a child and I will be nice to. I like him ok! Kinda nervous about him being in charge but. He's good with kids so that counts.

And Amber and Kori bonding over their complicated parent situations- they're two royal kids who's moms can't always be there. Which is sad but I'm glad they got to meet each other. And Amber got someone to play with and Edmund thanked Kori for it and they promised to write and-

Ahhh this is gonna sound weird and I might not say it right but... thank you for letting Kori cry. Like he was crying a lot whenever something emotional happened (which tbf a lot of stuff happened) and. I just don't see that? I don't get to see many stories with characters just getting to cry freely a lot and it means a lot to me that you let Kori do that. You let Kori cry and wanna play dress up with dolls and that makes me really happy. Excellent uhh child writing. That probably sounded weird if anything I say is offensive accidentally sorry

And when Kori didn't realise that Amber was a princess I gasped because!!! That's so cool like! Kid logic! Him knowing that Edmund was a king, and Amber was his daughter, but not connecting the dots to realise she was a princess was really cool for me- it was amazingly portrayed because you're writing how a child thinks so well and realistically

Shadow powers? 00 I'm very excited to see that :DD

I feel for Colin man- I would be so terrified of rusl and link showing up with two kids who are very much not supposed to be there.

I read the chapter when it first came out just hadn't gotten to message and rant about it yet This chapter ripped my heart out (in a good way). I think I might have cried but I don't remember lol. It's so good!! Thank you for sharing your writing with the world, it's so valuable and important

Extra smiles:

:))

Oh my goodness I was going to respond to this but forgot to 😭

Luna this is the sweeeetest message ever thank you so much for this 😭😭😭 I’m so glad you liked the last chapter! Edmund is meant to be a pompous prick, but deep down he has a heart of gold, so dw. A lot of fan fictions regarding tp always give Zelda an abusive husband and I almost went that route but… decided against it. He cares so much for his daughter and genuinely cares about Zelda. He just has a funny way of showing it :)

And yeah that was an accident but a happy accident! It gives amber and kori something to bond over! They just want their moms :(

And hfkebsksbskjsnk look if I went through what Kori went through at the ripe age of 10 I’d cry a lot too! He’s difficult to write but I try to remember how I thought around his age and it’s been a challenge, but I’m glad it’s going well :) I know a lot of things didn’t connect for me as a kid and so it’s fun to be like “he’s a kid! He wouldn’t understand that!” It was a fun detail to add for him not realizing that Amber was the princess. He has a lot on his mind too, poor things. But yeah kori is a sensitive soul so he will cry <3 also this was a thing that happened but Kori really loves fashion and clothes? So… yeah he’d be fascinated by dress up dolls :) he loves stuffed animals more tho

Anyways thank you so much this made me so happy when I received this 😭😭🧡🧡🧡

[hoshi-y]

Hiiii! Hoshi! your writing is great and I don’t understand why your not more appreciated well maybe this will help?

Could I get headcanons of Mitsuba Tsukasa and Hanako with a s/o us shy and scared who has trust issues from their past and they are so shy and scared they they can barely come out with words and it can be childish depending and when there in class they are lonely and clingy towards them? I feel like I’m asking for too much 🥲 your just too good of a writer

Trust Me

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Yugi Tsukasa, Hanako, Mitsuba Sousuke

TW : None

A/N : OH MY IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING!! 😭😭 Pls u flatter me HAHAHHA don't boost my ego WHAHAHA AND OFC! ID LOVE TO DO YOUR REQUEST SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY

Childish Nature

He finds your stuttering adorable

When you would suddenly change answers or correct yourself ahh

He had a hard time gaining your trust

Took him what, 2 weeks to do so

Thats when you finally opened up

You had trust issues, you were constantly betrayed in the past

and just can't seem to trust people so easily now

He just thinks you're too precious for this world so he will protect you!

Would go as far to threatening—

When he got to know you very well, he found out you were very childish and clingy

Whenever he'll swing by your classroom

You'd always pull him into a hug or just cling onto him in general

When it's just the two of you, boy oh boy how clingy you were

When he introduced you to his pact

You had the same expression and attitude on them

Rarely talking about yourself

You much rather stay far away

Maybe you had a traumatic experience with people back before you moved to Kamome..

"Ne [F/N], Why aren't you inside with the others?" Tsukasa sat down next to you "I don't know if I can trust the that fast Tsu.. No offense I know your friends are lovely and all.."

Tsukasa enveloped you into a hug, and for the first time since you've met him, He had a very calm smile on his face "Hey, It's alright, I won't force you to get along with them for now"

He stood uo and had his childish aura back "It's just you and me to play!" You giggled as you two ran off doing childish things

Trust me

You and him were so alike

as he has trust issues due to past trauma with other people treating him badly

He never opened up and never spoke about his past to anyone

You were the same, You had issues with people because of past trauma

How on earth can two people with trust issues get along hm?

Hanako has a funny way of approaching new people

and as for you

ehhh not so fun

more closed off that's all I'm saying

Yashiro, your best friend introduced you to them

You got along with the younger kouhai but the ghost?

He makes... interesting, jokes

You couldn't tell if he WAS joking or not

But you eventually warmed up to him

A few small conversations here and there that turned into long and deep conversations

He would distract you in class but you didn't mind

Hanako summoned out of nowhere and started playing with your hair "What are you doing?"

"Math activity.." You whispered so only Hanako can hear your voice "Eh? that's boring" He sat down on the empty desk table behind you and braided your hair "Well.. too bad it's an activity"

While you were computing for something, he hugged you from behind but you didn't mind, You held on to his hand with your free hand signaling him to not let go as you continued on with your activity

Hanako started doing this everyday from now.

Aren't you just shy?

No offense he would accidentally trigger your trust issues

how and why

well, I just know this boy is a blabber mouth

It was an accident really he really didn't mean it lol

"Hey Mitsuba, Do you like [L/N] - san?" Kou asked, Mitsuba immediately blushed and swatted his hands "A-as if! I'd rather die the 2nd time!" He averted his eyes and it landed on you, You were holding a box of what looked like chocolate as tearsran down your eyes

Mitsuba frozed "W-wait [F/N]!" He stood up and ran after you

He ran after you and apologized

ALOT

Like every day he'd bring you little treats

And explains to you

That ge tends to say the opposite of what he wants to say

Mitsuba held onto both your arms as he looked down "I'm sorry.. If I hurt your feelings.. I know my sorry and this lame ass of a gift won't be enough for your forgiveness.."

He looked up at you, your teary eyes and saddened look just made his heart crack knowing he was the cause of this "I tend to say the opposite of what I want to say [F/N].."

"H-how would I know that you're lying and will stab my back again?.." This immediately shattered him

"No.. No.. I LOVE being with you [F/N].. I'd spend the rest of my time just to prove it to you.." He held your hands

"I Promise.."

[winkle-pickers]

🦈🎁🚀 for the ask game! (If you're still doing it ofc)

Omg YES, I am doing all ask games in perpetuity 😂💞 Thank you for checking, and I'm delighted to answer!

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

I think last time I answered Jounouchi, and that is still true to an extent, but oh my god BAKURA. I just tried writing my first Bakura fic recently. Like yes I know being mysterious and strange and (deliberately?) confusing is like his whole thing, but if you haven't been steeped in the Bakurae/Ishtar side of the fandom for the last 20 years...it's a lot of meta to catch up on. A LOT. So many good takes, many in direct opposition to each other, many of them equally compelling despite that. WHEW. I tried my best, I hope I didn't write an offensively wrong Bakura, everyone's gotta start somewhere right?!?! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Ooooh, yes!! A little Kaibros character study from years ago that has been languishing in my drafts, that I'm re-working and may actually publish someday. I'll stick it under a readmore, tell me what you think!

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

Unfortunately, I don't have the kind of brain where I can sit in front of a blank document and think a story out in bullet point form. I desperately wish I did lol. But alas I must charge in headfirst and get a few thousand words in before I have any idea of where I want things to go. Sometimes (often) I blast through the entire thing without outlining. Sometimes I hit a snag somewhere and realize I done fucked up and need to put myself back on the tracks.

And then there was the time I got 100k words into a YGO/Zelda crossover and realized oh no i think this will be MUCH more than 100k and wrote a very rough outline, then another Zelda game came out halfway through the fic and I had to spend a solid month rewriting my outline to accommodate lore from the new game, and also I somehow accidentally turned the whole thing into a huge ensemble cast with multiple concurrent plot threads balancing both YGO and Zelda character arcs, Hyrulean politics, and an imminent multiverse collapse. My Scriv file now has a 120k word planning & research section. (Oops.)

tl;dr I have exactly one fic that is well outlined and the rest are me doing the writing equivalent of a Leeroy Jenkins. congrats if you get that reference and are ancient like me

ANYWAYYYYSS thank you for the ask!!! Kaibros snippet under the cut 🐉

“Come on, nii-sama,” Mokuba pleads. It comes out weirdly desperate, more pathetic than he’d intended. “This is so unfair. It’s unfair enough that I don’t have parents, and it’s even more unfair that you won’t tell me-”

“You do have a parent.” Seto's reply is so sharp that it makes Mokuba flinch.

“I know, I know,” Mokuba replies, irritated at the pedantry. “You’re my parent legally. But you’re not, you know...I just want...”

Mokuba realizes as he’s talking that he’s said something terribly wrong. The change in his brother’s face is minuscule and significant and makes his stomach flip in shame. He trails off, the words curling up and dying as they fall off his tongue.

“Please go to bed,” Seto says. His tone of voice is so perfectly even that Mokuba gets up and leaves without another word.

Mokuba doesn’t go to school the next day, opting instead to stay in bed and stare at the wall. Seto either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

For the first time in years, he cries. And then he thinks about the fact that it’s been years since he last cried. Mokuba spends so much time wondering what the fuck is going on in his brother’s head that he’s maybe neglected to turn the same scrutiny on himself. And he’s maybe leaned a little too far into his role as the ‘normal’ Kaiba - the charming one, the easygoing one, the one who exists to balance out the bombastic, powerful force of nature looming tall at his back.

But who had cried - just once - after Gozaburo hurled himself from the top of the Kaiba Corporation building, and who had watched the coroners wheel away the black-draped gurney with impassive, bone-dry eyes?

[blu00u]

Hello (Hola)

Uh

Welcome to my epic blog thingy (I think) (Bienvenidx a mi coso de blog épico (creo))

You can call me Blu or you can call me my (other nick)name (it's Ari) (me puedes decir Blu o me puedes llamar mi (otro) apodo (es Ari)

My pronouns are she/her

I'm 2763 years old (not revealing my actual age for now (I'm a minor btw)) (tengo 2763 años (no voy a revelar mi edad real por ahora)(por cierto,soy menor de edad))

I like drawing (me gusta dibujar)

(mi habilidad de dibujar caras desapareció lol)

I don't consider myself too good at art but definitely not too bad (I still appreciate help though)

(no me considero tan buena dibujando pero definitivamente no tan mala (aún así aprecio ayuda))

(and in case you've seen my art before reading this,yes,I know limbs aren't straight lines)

(y en caso de que has visto mi arte antes de leer esto,si,ya se que las extremidades no son líneas rectas)

(HEY

TIENES QUE DIBUJAR LAS EXTREMIDADES ASÍ *extremidades correctas anatómicamente™*

NO ASÍ *extremidades rectas*)

(last image was literally copied from eddsworld - spares in yt)

(la última imágen fue literalmente copiada de eddsworld - spares en yt (estoy segur de que ralotrexx tiene fandubs de eso porque está en inglés))

Also sometimes my inspiration just disappears for some reason so I might be inactive sometimes (thinking about changing my blog name from "an epic duck fan" to "a lazy fool" whenever my inspiration just vanishes,I might not do it though lol)

(ah sí,y a veces mi inspiración solo desaparece por alguna razón así que puede que esté inactiv a veces (he estado pensando sobre cambiar el nombre de mi blog de "an epic duck fan (un fan épic de patos)" a "a lazy fool (un tont floj)" cuando mi inspiración solo desaparezca,aunque puede que no lo haga XD))

(su inspiración desapareció (aunque no ahora mismo))

Btw I'm terrible at words sometimes for some reason so if I accidentally say something offensive or something that doesn't even make sense sorry

(por cierto soy terrible con las palabras a veces por alguna razón así que si accidentalmente digo algo ofensivo o algo que no tiene sentido perdón)

(no sabe inglesear (o siquiera españolear) (SHHHHH si son palabras))

Anyways,I think that's all,sorry if this introduction was terrible,idk how to make introductions DX (also this is the very first blog I make)

(en fin,creo que eso es todo, perdón si esta introducción fué terrible, no sé como hacer introducciones DX (y este es el primer blog que hago)

Oh and I have a very (un)healthy obsession with chonny jash so expect drawings related to his music

(ah sí,tengo una muy (no) saludable obsesión con chonny jash así que espera dibujos relacionados a su música (chafagoni tiene traducciones en español de algunas de sus canciones en yt)

Sorry new DNI list

DNI list:

-NSFW accounts

-usual DNI stuff (homophobic, terfs, pedophiles, that stuff)

You're on VERY thin ice if...

-you support controversial people (joe Hawley, Juno, tap, those people) (I do not want to be a part of anything controversial, you're not on the DNI list because I can't blame you for having a point of view, however, that doesn't mean I'm on your side or that I support you)

Accounts:

@ary11y

@allgoodthingscomeinthrees

[liliallowed]

something about bad influence dust seeing crimson's anomalous nature and HIS magic in Emry and his brain immediately going towards him and crimson hooking up in an alternate timeline is fucking hilarious.

cuz that's not what happened lol. they're STILL ENEMIES THERE TOO just both are a bit... pacified by a common love interest.

so like they never really WENT THERE. but bad influence dust doesn't know that so the misunderstanding is friking hilarious.

dust is like: how much of a hypocritical degenerate AM I!? like jeez I knew I was a hypocrite but THIS MUCH!? (no offense kid you did nothing wrong- you had no say in being born. I'm not mad at you for simply existing.) WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT OTHER ME SMOKING WHAT THE FUCK. HAHAHAHA! DID I GO INSANE? or did they steal my soul? was it accidental or... WAIT HOW THE FUCK DO HYBRIDS EVEN WORK HOW ARE YOU NOT MELTING-

he's freaking out. bro is not ok.

[erigold13261]

Dumb headcanons

1. Eve, Zuke and West have hair care weekends both as a way to make amends (also have you seen these peoples hair) and because it's fun

2. Tatiana loves Hot sauce like a lot, like she'll just drink directly from the bottle

3. Haym is huge DreamWorks fan ( because they make more furry movies than Disney)

4. DJ loves painting thier nails it's free euphoria and sometimes Sofa and Dodo join in

5. To Everyone's surprise Yinu doesn't hate West, in fact she thinks his knowledge of nature is cool, she just doesn't like the way he acts (she also bit him once because he wanted to find out if the flowers on her head feel like hair or flowers)

6. Mama loves a series of unfortunate events and will fight people saying it's better than harry potter

7. Mayday loves hugs but only if the person she's hugging is Okay with them

8. West actually needs reading glasses he just refuses to wear them because he thinks he looks stupid

9. J and Eve are never to left alone with a fire extinguisher because the last time they were Tatiana had to bail them out of jail

10. 1010 love Danny phantom it's the first show they all watched

1). Zimelu, Celine, and Yinu join them at times! Sometimes Sayu and Tila too! They all learn how to take care of and properly style different hair textures. It becomes a gossip party and I can even see henna art and makeup/facials being done at times.

2). That is definitely something she use to do a LOT when she was younger. Now she tries to eat very healthily, but there are times she just takes a quick chug from a hot sauce bottle she has.

3). You better believe Haym watched Puss in Boots: The Last Wish on REPEAT once he got it. He has every DreamWorks animated film, especially the ones with animals.

4). I just love the idea that DJ, Tila, and Remi teach Sofa and Dodo how to properly paint their nails with fun techniques and stuff. Tila and Remi don't paint their nails anymore, but that doesn't stop the two from hanging out with DJ, Sofa, and Dodo when they are painting their nails.

5). I never even would have assumed Yinu would have hated West. Mama? Yes. But Yinu? Not really. She wouldn't really understand why he is hated/unliked by a lot of people since he seems so cool to her. She would love his shadow puppet along with talking about him on his farm.

But yes, she would have bit him if he just touched her flowers in her hair. Especially if he did it too soon after meeting her (which I do think he did). Mainly it was because he pulled too hard when touching and accidentally hurt Yinu, but thankfully she isn't venomous so West got lucky. Mama on the other hand made sure he knew she is venomous and willing to bite him if he messed with her daughter again.

6). I'm assuming you meant if someone said Harry Potter was better than A Series of Unfortunate Events. I don't really know either franchise well enough, especially ASOUE, but I can see her getting really defensive over media she likes and people trying to bash it.

7). Well it's a good thing both Haym and Eve are super okay with hugs and also very good huggers. Especially Haym. Eve once left a cuddling session with Haym and May to go to an interview/event and when she came back hours later the two were still cuddling.

8). Oh Purl would take so much offense to that if they found that out lol. They would be asking West if he thought they looked like a nerd with their glasses (and West would say yes but in an affectionate way). Purl would get West to wear his glasses, or at least get contacts (and then have to make sure West took care of them). I doubt West would ever get truly use to them, but he'd at least wear them/the contacts when Purl or Cyril are doing something important for him to see.

9). Honestly, yes and no. Like the two would DEFINITELY be making stupid plans to do some stunt, but also would be TERRIFIED to actually do it. But then a little push comes to shove and low and behold they did their stupid idea and now have to face their consequences and Tatiana.

I bet you one of 1010 told Tatiana. Because obviously Eve and Neon have enough funds to bail themselves out, but having Tatiana reprimand them would make them not do stupid shit again (the disappointment on Tatiana's face will forever haunt the two).

10). Hmm, maybe as MKs! But I would say their first SHOW would have been either the Lights Up show or some documentary of the Goolings that Neon showed them as kids. But as MKs I can them as not having watched a lot of TV on their own, at least until the Sayu Crew or Yinu came to visit/hang out with them for the first times.

One of the two would have asked to watch cartoons on their big TV and 1010 said sure, go for it, and that is how Danny Phantom got into their house, their brains, and their hearts lol. It was definitely liked by all of 1010, and though it may not have stayed their favorite show, it is definitely up there for all of them!