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mamamittens · 1 year
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Tinsel, Lights, and Popcorn Strings
Day #10 of the 2022 December Event
Fandom: One Piece
Ship: MarcoXRay(OC)XAce
Warnings: Overly cute Christmas tree decorating and mild threats of violence
No, you didn't miss several days, I just knew my friend was having a difficult time and wanted to cheer him up! And it's easier to remember where I was in writing fluff after a coughing fit than smut (but the last one is next I promise!)
Also, the 'rat' decorations are absolutely inspired by my own childhood decorations but I made them rats instead of the mice the originally are. Super cute decorations istg, they make me soft just thinking about them
Word Count: 1,740
If there's anything that needs adjusting let me know!
Merry (early) Christmas darling (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧!
@marco--the--phoenix
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There was one single, gargantuan task that most Whitebeard pirates feared above all else.
It wasn’t enforcing yet another booze ban on their captain and father figure.
It wasn’t doing the dishes after every meal.
And it wasn’t even the prospect of doing the laundry for the entire crew.
It was decorating the tree.
The task no one wanted to do was decorate the tree. It seemed rather odd to Ace, truth be told, that the Whitebeard pirates feared this task so much. But it wasn’t until he actually tried to do it himself that he understood why.
There wasn’t anyone across all the blues as fucking picky about ornaments as Marco. Oh, it was such bullshit.
See, this ass sits back like he doesn’t have a care in the world but you try and use ‘too much’ tinsel on the bottom half of the biggest damn tree Ace has ever seen on a ship and suddenly Marco is ready to wage war.
Not that Ray is of any help, heckling the shit out of Ace’s honest attempts to decorate a tree with ‘helpful’ suggestions about which ornaments to use and where.
“Why not put the glass snowflakes lower, Ace?” Ray suggested, instantly earning an irate snort from Marco.
“And have them get knocked over and shatter across the floor? Nice try, Ray. I know you just want to replace them with candy.” Marco snarked, plucking the offending ornament from the box of ornaments.
“What’s wrong with candy canes on a tree, Marco? We’re putting popcorn all over it!” Ray huffed, gazing at the tray of specially prepared candy Thatch had made for them to use along with popcorn string long enough for Oyaji to use as a jump rope.
“You know, if you have such high standards for the damn tree, the least you could do is help.” Ace snarled, barely remembering that he was handling ornaments probably older than himself. Marco rolled his eyes and leaned back against the far wall.
“You’ve got it just fine without me.”
“Clearly not if you keep complaining you dick!” Ace hissed, tossing a wad of tinsel at him. It exploded into many short strings of tinsel, spraying the area and Marco in glittery confetti. “Either help me or stop riding my ass!”
Ray smirked, opening his mouth to say something with a glint in his eyes—
“Don’t.” Marco snapped, brushing the tinsel off of his clothes. Ray seemed to deflate a little as he sighed, rolling his eyes as he stood up and looked into another unopened box.
“Fine. Be that way.” Ray muttered, pulling out a string of lights that had wound up into a right ball. “How much tinsel and string lights do we need anyway?” Ace almost wept when Marco finally got off the wall and dragged open a box, efficiently unwinding the lights like it didn’t take Ace himself twenty minutes to accomplish the task on his own.
At some point, Ace is going to suspect this was all on purpose just to fuck with him.
“The point is to fill up the tree all the way to the top. Ornaments go on last so they don’t catch on the tinsel, lights, or popcorn. We got a bigger tree this year so we should be able to use everything this time.” Marco commented lightly, eyeing the string of lights in his hands. “The candy canes are to fill in any gaps left over.”
In a flash of blue fire, Marco transformed and started plucking up lights as Ray fed the line efficiently. Arching around the tree ever higher as he picked at them until he was pleased with their placement on the thick branches.
“Oh, now you guys decide to be useful! Couldn’t have done that an hour ago, huh!?” Ace huffed, picking at another wad of tinsel as he debated if it was worth trying to shoot Marco out of the air with it.
Marco slammed into the ground behind Ace, clicking his beak inches from his ear with a loud clack as a warning.
“Don’t even think about it, yoi~” Marco cooed, tugging on a stray loop of tinsel just to watch it explode open in Ace’s hands.
“Shit!” Ace cursed, tripping over the sudden mass of loose decoration at his feet, the other two laughing at him as they started on the tinsel. “You know, the fact that you both can do this just fine on your own is really starting to piss me off!” Ace growled as he crawled out from under an ever-growing pile of decorations.
“Maybe we just wanted to decorate with you, sweetheart.” Ray laughed, reaching down to help him up. “No one else is brave enough to argue with Marco over decorations.”
“You manage just fine.” Marco scoffed, plucking at a line of tinsel with his talons as he did more minor adjustments.
“Well, that’s because I know you don’t bite…” Marco and Ace gave Ray a look. “Much.” Ray brushed off Ace’s hair as a rain of glitter and tinsel bits fell to the ground. Ace huffed, glancing at Ray with a sullen expression. The older man just smiled, adjusting his glasses with his Christmas sweater threaded with stray bits of tinsel. Horrendously, it looked all too similar to his floral shirts. But no less terrible than Marco’s, which was decorated solely with pineapples and candy canes.
To say nothing of his own sweater with cheery skulls and fire that he was too touched to throw out and too embarrassed to admit he loved to pieces.
“There. Now, we can add the popcorn and move onto the real decorations.” Marco declared, plucking the end of the chain impatiently.
“He’s just mad he’s not allowed to eat it.” Ray whispered conspiratorially to Ace. If Marco heard—which he definitely did—he didn’t act like it. Tossing the popcorn string along the branches in gentle curves along the branches until he reached the bottom.
Wanting to get it over with before something else happens, Ace opened a nearby box and looked inside.
The decorations were carefully swaddled porcelain. A set of some kind, featuring small rats with individual decorations. One was gleefully riding a scooter with packages in it’s paws. Another in a dress with a sewing needle shoved into a popcorn bit as an umbrella. One with a tree and a cute couple on a pocket watch. It was weird but cute. Ray plucked the and handed them to Marco to distribute to his liking.
They both looked oddly nostalgic about the decorations as they were placed on the tree one by one.
More traditional decorations such as bells, balls, and snowflakes were equally distributed with no real determination. Occasionally another unique set or decoration would pop up and would be handled with care. Ace assumed that they were bought or made by a specific crew member but refrained from asking. Just glad he wasn’t being buried alive in tinsel again.
There was a set of spun glass decorations that looked like different types of booze that got a good laugh though.
“Pft. Who’s are these? Oyaji’s?” Ace asked, holding up one that was no bigger than his thumb. Marco let out a bark of laugher, plucking it from Ace’s hand.
“Yeah. One year he was banned from drinking during the holiday and tried to sneak some in anyway. The nurses got him this set as ‘the closest he was getting to real booze until well after the new year’.” Marco grinned, hanging them up cheerfully with Ray handing them over as he went.
Of course, as they got further up the tree, it mostly just turned into Ray and Ace holding up ornaments for Marco to pluck and place as he pleased. Thankfully, Marco didn’t have nearly as much complaints when he was the one putting up the ornaments.
Finally, there was only one thing left. The tree topper.
“Uh… isn’t there supposed to be something at the top?” Ace asked, sneaking himself a candy cane to eat. Ray rolled his eyes but allowed it, stealing one for himself.
“There’s a competition every year where Oyaji decides the best tree topper. Last year Izo made a paper lantern with a light dial inside it and he didn’t stop preening for weeks.” Ray explained.
“Oh… Are there rules to it?” Ace asked curiously. Marco sighed, stretching his back out as he admired the tree.
“No fire for obvious reasons. Nothing too big for the tree or messy. Other than that, it’s free game. Oyaji keeps the winning tree toppers on a shelf in his room after the tree goes down.” Marco informed him, taking the time to ruffle his hair vigorously. “I expect you’ll do well!”
“Hey! Who said I was competing?!” Ace yelped, smoothing back down his hair from the mess Marco made to no avail.
“I’m pretty excited to see what you come up with myself.” Ray agreed. Ace scowled at the two of them and their shit eating grins.
“Either one of you would make good tree toppers, you know…” Ace grumbled mutinously.
“Oh, you want to use our feathers for your tree topper? That’s so sweet of you, Ace! I’ll see if I have any good feathers lying around to give you. What do you say, Marco? Should we help Ace win this year?” Ray asked cheerily. Marco rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Hmm… I think I can manage, yeah. I look forward to seeing the results, Ace.” Marco conceded, much to Ace’s displeasure.
“H-How the hell am I supposed to make a tree topper out of feathers?!” Ace grumbled, face burning almost to the point of combustion. Ray smiled softly and kissed his cheek.
“You’re resourceful. I know you can figure it out!” Ray declared.
Naturally, Ace couldn’t stand down after that.
And his crafted tree topper looked beautiful on top of the tree. Made of cinnamon, myrrh, and vanilla sticks woven into a nest. Cradling a bird made of clear spun glass with one of Marco’s feathers inside it, casting light across the iridescent pigeon feathers and beads that peaked through the spice nest. It glowed softly, even in the dark, with a delicate array of light. Absolutely worth the three days Ace spent trying to melt glass by hand before someone took pity on him and showed him where he could find a proper furnace on the island they were docked on.
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featherlouise · 9 months
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Uhh. Have a Hollow in a Pinterest outfit
This was supposed to be a quick sketch cuz mothfriend’s (who now has a name mueheheheh) design was frustrating me hrgrhrhr
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pandorascripts · 9 months
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hi! i was wondering if i could make a request for a katniss x fem reader imagine to safe and sound by taylor swift
safe and sound
pairing: katniss everdeen/reader.
cw: death, angst, description of body mutilation, bombs, major character death, gale. LOL.
note: I wanted to make this a cute little fix where Katniss sings the reader to sleep and then heads off to fight Snow, but I was like fuck it let’s kill r. ALSO! MY FIRST KATNISS REQUEST! THANK U!!!
based on Safe & Sound (Taylor’s Version). some lyrics used.
—-;—-;—-;—-;—-;—-;—-;—-;—-;—-;—-
As Katniss watches the explosions take lives and hope, her eyes catch something for a moment— a bright gleam in the dissipating dust. 
Her feet drag her along the road, tears pricking her eyes. Dead bodies lay scattered across the ground, some missing arms or legs. Katniss stumbles upon a woman, her arms wrapped around a little girl in a yellow jacket— the girl she had seen just moments before, breathing and alive. She chokes back her sob, refusing to let herself be any more somber than she already is. Katniss has to be strong for the cameras and her so-called army. She has to show Snow he doesn’t have an affect on her. 
As she walks around more; dodging bodies of all shapes and sizes— mainly smaller figures, she trips on something hard. A rough cough comes from where she had kicked and Katniss looks down. The idea of a probable survivor makes her fill with hope, but it’s quickly snatched away from her when she sees who it is. 
“Hey, Kat,” you mumble out, exhaustion getting the better of you. 
For a moment Katniss can only stand there, shakily breathing in horror at your fucked up state. There’s a large amount of blood coming from your torso, half of your head covered in it too. Dust sticks to your cracked lips, large, watery eyes looking up at her. 
Katniss sits down, adjusting you off the floor and into her lap so she can hold you and apply pressure. She knows it won’t help, there’s too much damage, but the obvious knowledge doesn’t deter her. 
“You were supposed to be farther back. Why?” she asks, taking a break every few seconds to control her shaky tone. 
Your hand lifts from the ground, a hand that’s no doubt fractured or broken, and holds onto Katniss’ forearm. You give her a light squeeze, a rough cough breaking the silence. 
“I wanted to—“ you hack up again, a little blood staining your lips red, “wanted to help.”
Katniss can’t say anything in the fear she’ll break down. She wants to be strong. Not for the cameras, not for Snow, not for her unwanted army— she wants to be strong for you. You’re dying, and Katniss can’t do anything about it. 
“You did. You did help.”
You nod weakly in her arms, your eyes watching the sunset in front of you. You don’t wanna go, you don’t know what happens when you die. Is heaven really real? If so, did you make the requirements? What if you didn’t? Surely your sacrifice would make up for it? Maybe you’d go to Valhalla, or maybe there was just nothing. Maybe after death you were only greeted by nothingness. With that horrific thought you tighten your grip on Katniss and take a deep breath. It comes out a harsh wheeze and your lungs sting from the effort. 
“Will you sing?” you ask her, a tight cough coming out after. 
Katniss’ other hand has gone to stroking your hair, moving the dried-up pieces away from your sticky forehead. “Yeah.”
You eyes look back to the sunset, Katniss’ soft voice singing in the background. 
“I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I’ll never let you go.”
Her soft voice starts to put you at ease, no doubt with the help of her featherlight touch. The sunset looks beautiful from where you’re laying. If you took out the immense amount of pain you’re in and the conditions of which this is happening, you could almost pretend that it was a date. Like one of those dates way back when you were just two lowly girls in district twelve— fighting and hunting for meals. You didn’t have a family, both of your parents died in the mines, but Katniss took you in. She taught you how to trap, and kill, and skin— Katniss saved you. 
“Thank you, Kat—Katniss,” you spitter out, coughs becoming more violent and frequent the longer you speak. 
Her singing stops and you feel a light, hesitant kiss on your head. 
Katniss goes back to singing, each word getting more cracked and breathy. “Just close your eyes,” she sings, “the sun is going down.”
You eyes flicker close, Katniss’ soothing voice fading in and out. 
“Come morning light, you and I will be safe and sound.”
The pain has stopped now, replaced by a peace as your body begins to shut down. 
“No one can hu—“
Katniss stops abruptly, you chest no longer moving up and down. Everything that she’s been withholding shatters, than dam of tears bursting through and clogging her vision. She presses her head against yours, gasping. “Please,” she whispers, barely coherent through her chocked sobs. “No, no, no.”
Now that you’re gone, Katniss tightens her hold on you, the watery squelch buried beneath her broken sobs. Her face is puffy and red by the time the rests of the troops make it to her, each and every one of them takes off their hat. Katniss doesn’t look up to see it, her eyes shut tight as they all stoop to one knee.
Katniss continues crying for God knows how long, despair and grief filling her body more than the blood that fuels it. 
Katniss doesn’t start screaming until a rebel tries to pick her up, her kicks and shouts not deterring him. Even as she bangs against his chest, is heaved onto his shoulder, she doesn’t relent. Your lifeless body starts getting farther, and father, and farther, and farther until it’s no longer in Katniss’ sight. 
Her voice is raw and husky from screaming, lungs crying out to get a proper breath. Katniss is only filled with rage when she’s set down, Gale’s face blurring into view. 
“You fucker!” she hollers, smacking his cheek. 
He turns slightly, wiping his face from where Katniss had angrily spat, still indifferent to her behavior. 
“Go get some sleep, Katniss.” He walks off, leaving her in all of her thoughts. 
Katniss won’t be able to sleep tonight. In fact, she doesn’t think she would call it exaggeration if she believed she’d never sleep another night. 
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thebottomfromhell · 3 months
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can i request a uppermoons x female reader who is like jinx from arcane (you can watch arcane on netflix!!)
I have watched Arcane, good show, saying it as a person who never played LOL. It's one of those series where one minute leaves 3 hours discussion of a topic, and Jinx is wonderful in it. I love what they do with her, showing her struggles with her mental issues and the violent and political world around her, one having to accept that she is very hard to deal with as everyone is trying their best and failing at whatever they are doing.
Let's see if I can make her justice.
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Female Reader like Jinx (Arcane ver) interacting with the Uppermoons
Warnings: Small Hantengu, Cannibalism, Unhealthy relationships, Mental health issues and neglect, Bad coping mechanism, Implied polyamory (can be read with Hantengu and all the clones, some or just one), Excesive use of violence, Bullying, Mentioned non-character human death amd Slight angst.
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Gyutaro (ft. Daki):
If Gyutaro had a yen for every girl that got attached to him in an unhealthy manor creating a dynamic of co-dependance due several mental issues that remained unsolved because his over-protectiveness and his comforming nature, he would have two yen. Which isn't much, but it's weird it happened twice, specially with how ugly he is. But Daki doesn't mind and you seem to like his unsettling face and body. Gyutaro is not against taking care of you both, he doesn't mind and will gladly make his life about someone he loves for the sake of having any worth and purpose...
The problem, or one of them, at least, is that Daki nor you like Gyutaro taking care of the other. You both seem to want the older demon for yourselves, having him comforting you, making every tiny bit of ick and pain go away. "I was here first! I was with him before you! I will be here when you are gone! You are only a phase! Get lost and stop bothering my onii-chan!" "Shut up! If I am a phase then why are you so bratty about it! Just accept that your brother likes me better than you! Right Nichi-nichi?" You talk to a blade from a dead slayer that you turned into a snake toy, hearing what it has to say. Nichi-nichi agrees with you, "of course you are more likable than that Daki bitch", you knew it would agree. And yes, Nichi-nichi pronouns are it/them, thank you very much.
Gyutaro just puts himself in between you both, letting you grab one of his arm and pull as she grabs the other. "Enough! Ne, both of you! Stop insulting each other, ne." He scolds both of you, not minding as both of you play with his arms, Daki bringing his hand to her face to have Gyutaro comforting her. "Onii-chan! Onii-chan, Y/N was mean to me!" Really, he has no idea how to deal with you both. What is he even meant to do, last time he chose Daki as the winner of the argument you not only tried to harm her but harmed yourself in the process. And he can't just... not side his little sister. The worst part is that he doesn't want you to leave, and you don't want to leave neither.
"Please, ne.. stop fighting." He pulls both of you into a hug, letting his sister nuzzle against his stomach and you against his hack, using his hands to sooth both of you, sighing when you both relax enough to the point you are almost asleep. Seriously, what is he meant to do?
Gyokko:
"STOP STEALING MY MATERIALS, YOU CRAZY WOMAN!!" He screams on top of his lungs as you stole some bones and katanas, besides some paint and ceramics to build a 4 bladed gun with shark appereance... with his stuff. "What?" You ask him, seeing his horrified look at the materials spread on the floor, some even wasted, to make... to make.. "What even is that?" He ask, not really knowing what to say, feeling his head is going to explode. "You like him? His name is Fishbones! He is a fish, just like you! Say "hi" Fishbones! "Hello Gyokko, is very nice to meet ya"."
Fishbones... fishbones, of course. WHY THAT PIECE OF TRASH HAS A NAME! WHY ARE YOU- WHY?! "My head hurts." He really doesn't know how to deal with the insane, with you. He means, you are fun to be around, always helpful to kill people and fetch materials of all times, you are also very creative and a piece of joy... most of the time. Other times you just behave like a brat, and he would usually get rid of you by now but he guess it was his mistake to warm up to you.
"Hey! It's rude to ignore people, Mer-artist. Fishbones is sad now!" You move Fishbones so the "face" looks down for him to be able to express his sadness. Sometimes Gyokko is just so rude! He should thank the gods that he is funny and has the best materials for art, or else you wouldn't stick around. He makes a weird face, which you guess could also be a normal face since his face is weird, and you just tale Fishbones closer to you. "Don't worry, Fishbones. The ugly mermaid is just like that, he will warm up to you." You reach your ear closer to hear what he has to say as Gyokko decides to ignore you for now, and god that was funny, you laugh at Fishbone's voices. "Hahaha! Good one!"
"Why did I do this to myself?" He ascts as he sees you running away to play... he should have just killed you the day he met you. For real.
Hantengu + Clones:
Hantengu... stands you. You are not the safest person to be around and not only he feels intimidated by you, but also a bit afraid. You are always on something, so, while he appreciates you and likes you, he prefers leaving you to his clones most of the time, who can entertain you and keep up with you easier. That doesn't stop you from pulling him off his safe space, taking in your hand when he is small and running around with him. "AHHHH! EEEEAAK! LET ME GO, PLEASE LET ME GO!" You only laugh and keep running as Karaku laughs while Urogi flies over your head, playing with you. "I will catch you! I will catch you!" "Try to catch me! But I have Hantengu! I am the queen of the ga-" you are interrupted with Sekido and Aizetsu arriving.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! CAREFUL WITH THE MAIN BODY!" He says angrily as he walks where you are, everyone in their places without moving, until Sekido tries to reach your arm, making you dodge and keep running. "Catch me if you can!" Everyone stays dumbfounded for a while as Hantengu begins to scream again, grabbing himself on your fingers as the anger clone starts to build up fury as Karaku and Urogi begin laughing. "This is so sad, Hantengu looks like he will throw up. You are all just torturing the poor thing." Knowing he won't be heard, the sad clone just steps aside as Sekido explodes. "Y/N YOU FUCKING-"
He was about to strike you with the power of his staff but Karaku stops him as Urogi keeps chasing you. "Hey, hey, Sekido. Don't get so angry or you will be the one hurting the main body!" All the arteries seem to want to explode with some veins in the anger clone body, who just looks at the pleasure clone before stabbing him "THEN YOU GO GET THEM, YOU LAZY FUCK!" Karaku laughs as he heals "Ok! Guys! I was told to play with ya all!" This, again, angers Sekido as you all start chasing each other, except for Aizetsu who was waiting for everyone to calm down before inserting himself in all the action.
You like this group, it's mostly cozy and there is always someone willing to pay attention to you, to take care of you, listen to you. There are no expectations, just fun, being able to be a chaotic as you want, and you get to prove who you are in battle. "Got you!" Urogi lands on top of you, the impulse making you throw Hantengu in the air, being catched by Aizetsu's spear. "I think that was enough for today. It's making me sad." "Hahaha, great catch you both!" "Thanks!" "So scary! So scary!" "Can't you all stop causing trouble?!" Ypu would not change them for nothing. "That was great! Who wants another game?" "YES!" "NO!"
Nakime:
Look, you are a lovely woman, Nakime thinks it's endearing how you make your own projects and build up little things, as chaotic as they mey turn. You have like 7 rooms and 5 hallways to destroy as you wish in her castle, where you create your tinckets. She is very patient with you, listening to your problems when you want to talk about them, which you barely do, and gives you space when you need it. Sure, she doesn't talk as much as you probably wished she did, and Nakime does have her responsibilities, she still doesn't understand...
What did she ever do to you to blow up her room?! Nakime doesn't need to sleep, but of course she keeps a place for herself, one with luxuries and things she would have liked to have as a human, and now the surfaces are all burned up with the place destroyed. Her books, dresses, extra biwas... all gone. She doesn't even know how to react, the biwa of her Blood Demon Art almost slipping through her fingers. No words come from her mouth as you stand there, also burned but not as harmed as you could be. "Hey! Haha... this is not what it looks like."
Nakime then comes out of her shock. "What happened?" She knows better than to word it as "what did you do" since... you are not stable, at all. She understands that, and she also understand you have different needs from her, that your way of interacting with the world is naturally... other. Nakime likes to think that her stability is something that you need, something that will be good for you, as long as she can keep everything under control, as long as you both are in the castle. "I... wanted to make you a gift... but it didn't work like I wanted." You are guilty, you know how much Nakime loved the things in her room and you ruined it.
No, what are you talking about? You didn't ruin anythin, you had good intentions, you wanted to be helpful. That is enough, righ? You don't need to feel guilty about it, right? Right?! Nakime takes a deep breath before putting her hands in the side of you face gently, you can feel her loong nails scare away the ick and noise of your self doubt as her palms, not soft nor harsh, comfort you. "Ok. How about you lead me to your rooms next time." She is angry, but she also understand that her anger will be harmful, so as long as she can control everything... it will be fine. "Ok, next time!" You rush to put aside any bad feeling, relying in Nakime's stability for it.
Akaza:
He has to take care of you, he understands... you are a woman, and you are sick. Not the typical sick that can be cured, not that it ever bothered, but a sick more like... like Douma, not that Akaza will ever admit it. You have problems, a lot of them, and most lead you to cause problems. He understands that you want to prove your worth at the same time you just want to be able to live your life, he really does... but you need to stop. You need a break. To try and heal and it's awful because he can't nurse you as he should-
"Pinkie-flake! What are you thinking about? Your frown can basically shout in my ear." He doesn't get startled even when you break his concentration as you jump over his back, wanting a bit of attention. Akaza is nice, too worried for it to be healthy for either of you, as far as you are concerned, but he served as the best source of comfort. Now, if only he dared to let you fight, then things would be much better. Still, you like him a lot, Akaza lets you rambles and pays attention to you, trying to find solutions to your problems and is always around, so you never feel lonely or abandoned. "C'mon! Smile for me!" You say as you move to sit on his lap.
It's an innocent gesture, unlike what anyone would think, and Akaza understand that you want, need, the physical contact as he moves his arms to hold you in a more stable way. "C'mon 'flakes, say something!" He only looks at you for a while, not having idea what to say, or to do, besides embrace you close. It's a bit scary to not know what to do with you, because you do need help even if you don't want to accept it. Help that he can't give. "I'm thinking." Is all the can mutter.
You are not fine with not being told what is happening, so you start to poke his cheek with your finger, making sounds effects when you do. Akaza still lets's you be, berely noticing when the finger is replaced by a knife, stabbing the side of his mouth, blade meeting his teeth and tongue with the metalic taste of blood and the weapon itself. He turns to see you as he heals. "Oops... my bad." You laugh nerviiusly as you put the knife away, and Akaza feels like he is about to cry at the loss. "It's ok. It doesn't really affect me." "like if affects on you", he doesn't say.
Douma:
"Y/N! Can I ask you a favor? I have a pretty lady in my room, could you go there and make me dinner while I finish speaking with a recent follower of mine?" You do, eager to prove that you can do it, eager to test a new item you made with materials Douma gave you, you want to show you appreciate it, that you can help. You just want to help. So you do, as much as you can, even if that includes killing an innocent woman. If you are affected by it or not, it's not your priority.
"Well, it's a bit messy here." He comments, you over did it, you can admit that, but it's not like Douma minds. On the contrary, he seems cheerful at it. "Not that I would left the place better, my killings are almost clean, but I am a messy eater." He sits besides you as you smirk and laugh "Oopsie." He only laughs with you as he picks up a piece of leg and takes a bite, blood splashing in his face, making you laugh louder. "So..." he starts after chewing a little, swallowing before he continues. "How was your day?"
You start to ramble about it, making jokes and comments, sharing the moments with Douma as he listens, or is very good pretending at the least. He is interactive, but a paranoid part wonders if it's because he grew up doing this, he knows how to react, but does he actually care? Still, you would not just stop coming to Douma, who is not only a good resource of... everything, honestly, but he is just great. He lets's you do as you want, makes sure to listen, you both can have fun together, gives you chances to prove yourself. Really, why would you dislike Douma? Because he is fake? New flash, not everyone is as honest as they like to pretend they are.
Douma finds you entertaining, odd and new, exciting. He understand that you are both weird, that you should have been in a way that was not the same results as expected. Something is wrong with you, just like something is wrong with every demon he has met, himself included. Maybe one day he can turn you into one, would be hell of a demon lady, might even reach the Kizuki system. But those are thoughts, right now he is pretending he can help you, when honestly, nobody can. "Oh, really? Tell me more."
Kokushibou:
Kokushibou doesn't know what to do with you, rambling and using objects as toys, he thinks you as childish. It doesn't help the fact that you are sensitive, getting upset quite easily, but hiding it most of the time. Not that he would like to be responsible for your feelings, he can barely deal with his, so both of you shutting them down seems good enough. "Shi-Bobo! How've ya been! Missed me?" Urg, and the nickname. Seriously, he doesn't even know if you mean it as "death-eye-eye" or "death-moo-moo", why are you calling him that?
"It's not appropriate to call me that." Is the only thing he says, ignoring his question asn you walk around him playfully, slowly and gracefully before suddenly jumping on hin, graving yourself by his shoulders as you put a knife in his throat. Is it even a nichirin one? "C'mon, give a girl a break. It's always "blah blah blah rules! Blah blah etiquette! Blah bla blo-bloring-boring!" Say something fun for once!" His answer? Silence.
"Urg! You are so boring." You put the knife away, losing interest due the lack of reaction. Is it really too much to want something to happen? Something fun! A distraction from... ya know... everything. You really like Kokushibou, he is pretty and elegant, sometimes shy, which makes him easy to mess with. Other times he is just stoic, reacting at nothing, so you always have different buttons to press. So you move around him again before suddenly cutting one leg of his hakama pants and a little bit os skin. He didn't dodge due the surprise and the fact you didn't really hurt him... well, his pride is hurt with a leg exposed.
"What is wrong with you?!" He almost screams, almost, as he raises his voice and face becomes red ah he looks bashed and angry at you at the same time, you didn't know that mix was possible before him. "Awww. Is Shi-Bobo embarrased that his leg got exposed? Is he afraid to be grabbed by it? Big strong demon not liking the attention?" He reaches his sword, genuinely questioning if he should draw it out and slain you. He takes a few breaths, calming down, clearly flustered as you keep talking, not bothering with the fact he is doing his best to ignore you, but then.... "Run or I will end you." Some seconds of silence before you laugh and start running. "Sure, let's play tag! You're it!" He really doesn't know why he bothers to try with you. Really.
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supervillain-smut · 2 months
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So, this is my first Garrett fic. It's probably obvious it was spontaneous, but whatever, it's done lol. Hope you enjoy it!
You were sleeping peacefully, your lamp emitting a soft glow as the small amount of oil you put into it gradually burnt out. You usually were up at this time, waiting for your favorite thief to come over and crawl into bed with you, but you were too tired. The lamp was suddenly snuffed, and you were jostled out of your sleep by someone lifting the covers. You relaxed when you realized it was Garrett as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into him. He was cold, and slightly shivering as you pressed yourself further into him. He hummed in appreciation and nuzzled his face into your neck. 
You reached back for his arm and pulled it to wrap around you. He sighed deeply and you could feel him relax. You lay in silence for a few minutes until you felt him place a kiss on your neck as he shifted against your ass. You thought you felt something poke you, but you decided to wait and let things play out; it was rare Garrett initiated sex, and you weren’t about to stop him. In fact, you’d been waiting eagerly for this. You pressed your ass further into him and he groaned, grabbing your hip and rocking you against him. 
“Mmm, I’ve missed you. You alright with this?” Garrett asked as he began to thrust into you, yearning for more friction. You nodded and whined, propping one leg up to urge him between your legs. “Oh... Yeah, you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” he cooed at you as he placed more kisses on your neck, reaching his other hand around to grope your breast as he slid his thigh between your legs, pressing it firmly to your core as he continued to rock you. You moaned at the friction and Garrett’s dexterous hands as he took his hand off your hip once you’d started moving of your own accord and began to slowly slide it downwards and into your panties. 
You whined as he began to rub small but tight circles into your clit. “That’s it. Easy. Good, you’re being so good for me.” Garrett whispered against your ear as he removed his thigh and slid a long finger into you, curling it perfectly into that spot he knew drove you crazy. You arched against him and moaned as he added another finger, thrusting in and out of you. 
“Fuck, Garrett, please!” You cried out rocking your ass into his crotch the best you could. “Okay, okay. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Garrett shushed you as he freed his now rock-hard cock from its confines and rubbed himself along your folds, lubricating himself as he exhaled steadily through his nose at the feeling of your hot core against him. He grabbed your thigh and lifted your leg, giving him better access as he slowly slid into you until he had nothing left to give. You were clawing at your pillows as he set a steady pace, but you as you twisted to look back at him, you noticed a disappointed and focused expression on his face. 
He shifted his entire body so that he was closer to you with more leverage, and you cried out as he hit that spot he knew so well. His thrusts suddenly became faster as he left you winded with the abrupt change, leaving your jaw hanging as all the air remained trapped in your lungs until your mind and body caught up to each other and you moaned loudly at each thrust. Garrett’s lips were pressed to your ear, and you could hear every breath, every subtle noise he made. “Fuck, that’s it. Good girl, such a good girl. Look at you take me so well.” All you could do in response to his words was cry out his name as he fucked you. 
“Ng, I’m close! W-where do you want me?” Garrett groaned as he slowed his pace and hurriedly brought his hand back to your clit, rubbing quick and tight circles. “I-inside! God, please, Garrett, cum inside me!” Garrett groaned as he resumed his previous pace, kissing along your ear, your jaw and your neck before he stilled completely, hacking as he came deep within you. “Fuck! Come on, please cum, come on...” He groaned as he continued rubbing your clit until you grabbed his wrist to halt his movements and cried out his name as you came around him, full of his cum and properly tired now. 
You both panted as you came to your senses and realized just how tired you both were. Garrett lazily placed more kisses on your neck as sleep quickly overtook him, both of you falling asleep with him still buried inside you. 
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sickcoughingweakly · 9 months
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been awhile since I wrote for these two 😭😭 but here it is a little ficlet of Lucas and Aurora! enjoy 💖
(sorry in advance for my grammar lol)
The moonlight flickers gently across Lucas skin, caressing the faint stubble on his jawline. The cold air has him shivering inside his coat, a thin garment of wool and silk. At first, he was trying to suppress the urge to cough but it was so cold.. he couldn't help but let them out. Every cough sends a tremor through his frame, and he holds fast to Aurora, who is beside him. He squeezes her with each hacking wheeze. "The air, --it's-- oh!" His throat clenches with the effort to speak while coughing. "It's... so cold."
"Can't stand a little cold can you?" She teases him with a warm smile.
"But it's freezing." He whines. Every breath tastes like the metallic bite of frost inside his lungs. His throat aches; his head hurts. "I'm so cold baby." Lucas pout.
"I know honey.." Aurora hugs him from the side, running her hands over his body. Lucas is coughing again and before she knows it, she can feel how his body tenses with every single one of them. He sniffs congestedly, pretending not to notice how Aurora is trying not to enjoy this particular fit.
"That cough didn't sound so good.."
"Feels worse than it sounds." With a trembling hand, he lifts a lock of his hair from his forehead.
"Ah.." he sighs. "I don't understand where I get these colds from. It's just the way I'm always getting sick you know.. this sucks." He says, leaning towards Aurora.
This bastard. Aurora knew he was doing it again. She felt so embarrassed about the way Lucas would use this against her on public. Of course he was always sick. For god's sake he constantly gave himself colds for her pleasure. But it was always a veiled move once there were people around.
"Lucas.. please don't-" She couldn't finish it. He was hacking again. A loud barking hack.
"Oh my.." He pats his own chest. "I could be subtle you know.. but then I wouldn't have your eyes so wild as they are right now.." He chuckles only to leads to more ticklish coughs.
It still shocks her how much of a brat he could actually be on his misery.
"I'm gonna need you to kiss me before I freeze to death."
And that was the cue for her to pull him, violently to a wall and pin him. They almost fell near a dumpster. But they couldn't care less. It felt like there were only two of them in the world. She pressed both hands to his neck, squeezing lightly and gently.
The sudden heat of her is reassuring to his trembling limbs. "That's it... that's the way to warm me up."
"You make me wanna take your breath away."
He wheeze out a laugh. "You're getting close to that." A smile stretches his mouth; "Who's to say I wouldn't let you?"
He's breathing heavily-- the cold and the pressure, all too much. "Goddamn." He giggles, a breathless gasp, and then coughs once more. Lucas throat ripples and bulges as he struggle to swallow.
"Do you want me to stop?"
He smiles through the coughs. He's always been something of a glutton for punishment, and it shows. His body arches against her grip; his breath comes with wheezes. "God Damn, that feels so good." He grows, wheezing quietly before he doubles over with another cough. "Too good."
"Let's finish at home shall we?" She command.
"You're gonna have to haul me by the collar. I can barely walk, and I damn sure can't breathe." Lucas is a mess. His coat is rumpled and his eyes are bloodshot. A thin trail of snot clings to one nostril.
"Colds and flu are no joke huh honey?" She says.
"Be my nurse?" He offers her a thin dork smile, witch wavers in the cold air. A hacking wheeze comes from deep within his core and rattles his entire frame.
"I think I can handle such a task." The woman smiles as she guides him away from the alleyway, her hand resting on the small of his back. She's a vision; her hair shines in the moonlight.
And he's so lucky to have her.
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morphogenetic · 9 months
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Mediaposting 2023, #35: Banana Fish (anime)
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[said while vibrating very quickly and typing out like 20 different bullet points] i like this series a normal amount
okay so. non-spoiler thoughts:
step 1 YOU SHOULD READ/WATCH THIS. it does have content warnings for literally everything you can possibly think of as needing a common content warning (drug abuse, sexual assault, racism, and thats absolutely just the tip of the iceberg) but my fucking god. no wonder it's been such an influential piece of media on literally every jp anime/manga crime story (especially the BL ones) written since
for a series that is literally one of the early genesis points of BL as a genre i was ABSOLUTELY expecting more actual BL than was in this LOL. not that i'm really upset, bc honestly i really like the way that ash and eiji's relationship is written in a shoujo-y "they obviously care about each other a lot but it's not going to be outright romance" kind of way. bc like, honestly? that makes it way more emotionally satisfying (and devastating). i think it would actually make less sense if anything more happened In the story (though more happening in the epilogue wouldnt hurt LOL)
how the FUCK was this published in a shoujo magazine
the time period change to modern day from the mid-80's has both helped and hindered this series bc like. on one hand. much easier to do everything with a phone. also the update to shorter's character design was excellent,10/10 no notes. on the other hand. the Everything About It makes it so obvious that it was written to be a product of its time.
speaking of ^ ash turning from A Guy Who Knows How To Use A Computer into a hacking genius is so. why. i mean you can update it for sure but Why Like This
god i wish this had more room to breathe sometimes bc the exposition goes WILDLY fast sometimes. why did they try and do 19 volumes in 24 episodes. the 39 episodes that the director wanted would have been so nice to have
that said: the emotional moments that i actually give a shit about and that make up the core of the weight of the story are given what they deserve. at least up to volume 5 they are. gestures at ep 9? and 22 with a pained smile
i literally could write an essay about why it works so well as a spin on the american-style gangster story even while it definitely has flaws. and how its influenced so many fucking things. my god.
it has flaws for SURE but the rest is so good that i don't care. which is rare for me (gestures at nirvanai/neo twewy being other examples)
spoiler thoughts under the cut (like full-very-ending-of-series spoilers) but YEAH UH I LIKE THIS THING CAN YOU TELL BY HOW MUCH I WROTE ABOUT IT.
it does kind of annoy me that literally all of the canon-MLM (probably gay but you know) guys are horrible people lol. like wow love how the gay predator stereotype is on full display here. feeeeels baaaaad. i know i know asheiji homoeroticism i am ON THAT TRAIN
however yut-lung being feminine out of a wish to carry on his dead mom's legacy is kind of a slay. ive seen people go "ugh it sucks that one of the villains is a feminine man' but while he is definitely not a good person hes one of the less terrible villains, just like. as a person. hes also a teenager in shitty circumstances just with way more power and sway
here's the part where I admit that I was spoiled on the ending so it didn't hit as hard for me OOPS. however. the anime DOES leave it open-ended and it fucking irritates me that anime-only people are like "boo i hate the ending bc ash dies!!!" when it is LITERALLY AMBIGUOUS. i have heard that the manga is less ambiguous about it but :') oh well. anime-onlys what are you doing
speaking of ^ i actually like the ending. like i think a lot of people who absolutely hate it must not have a lot of familiarity with gangster movies as a genre bc it is a genre convention that the Main Gangster dies in the end. granted this was a hayes code thing which the manga definitely did not have to do LOL but its definitely supposed to feel unfair bc ash's damn LIFE is unfair.
however i'm glad the anime makes the ending ambiguous bc that feels like a more fitting end. like ash's life was always in limbo, considering what he was doing, so making his life in limbo at the end too? Good. Yes. Do That
the fucking. everything with shorter and the sa-yo-na-ra bit. i die. that shit is so emotionally painful
i know this sounds weird but i kind of wish they dragged out the "what the hell does banana fish mean" thing a LIIIITTLE longer but by that i mean like, halfway point of the series. like they could have used a little more time to figure out what it is. also that would have let shorter live a little longer ay lmao that said this criticism also almost definitely applies to the manga soooo. you know
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ssreeder · 11 months
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ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod it’s HAPPENING this is NOT a DRILL
anyways I’m in bed hacking up a lung and delirious on cough medicine, so this leekie reaction episode is brought to you by Rikodien, our sponser for this evening :D
saw the chapter title and instantly began mentally rubbing my hands together like a greedy little gremlin I’m so EXCITED
oh shit not the suicidal sokka era… man pls just *kachow* back together like an overstretched elastic band bc codependency is wayyyy better than this shit come on dude
okay but like… sokka taking on zuko characteristics due to zuko being out of commission was Not what I expected, and yet I cannot say it’s entirely surprising
“I’m fine” GIRL YOU ARE LITERALLY IN THE MIDST OF A MENTAL BREAKDOWN
“Sokka wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone” AANG. AANG. PLS I KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE THE GOOD IN OTHERS AND THAT YOURE A PACIFIST BUT. A A N G.
toph my bestie, the loml, an actual angel, yes INDEED why DOES sokka want to murder quon surely there’s a REASON
uh-oh.
not the zuko situation… rasu baby pls hold strong I Cannot have you being captured
aang. it’s times like these where I have to take deep breaths and remember you are 12 years old bc otherwise I will SCREAM
actually side note, but I would be really interested to hear 1. your feelings on iroh 2. your feelings on iroh IN THIS FIC, bc I personally am not a huge iroh fan for a multitude of reasons (sorry not sorry) so I wanna know how I’m supposed to read him in this universe (also just love hearing your thoughts and opinions but also no I don’t we’re divorced shut up)
thank GOD general how has some brain cells fr
suki is the real mvp of this chapter, she has the patience of the saint I honestly could never. FINALLY THE TRUTH YAYYYYY IM OH SO HAPPY TO HEAR SOKKA FINALLY TELL THE TRUTH
goddammit. why are they teenagers the emotions are just always so HIGH ugh I hate hormones. suki was doing so well ;-; (I don’t blame her or anything but DUDE COME ON)
aang and sokka friendship >>>>>
FUCKINF FINALY SOLKA IS GOONG TO ZUKEO OMGBG
ykw I’m just gonna leave those typos. I think they accurately convey my excitement.
sreedie. istg if pt 1 of the zukka reunion is sokka just WATCHING THROUGH A WINDOW IM GOING TO MURDER YOU
oh thank fuck he’s through the window. love you sreedie <3
not iroh just observing sokka go feral as a picture of absolute passivity lmao
okay I know this is a serious moment but I’m really enjoying the liab trivia night that sokka is hosting rn
I am actually,, extraordinarily pleased with how this chapter went. so uh.. no notes (ignore the several hundred words of notes above)
my heart was POUNDING and now I need to rest and recover. love ya sreeds <3
LEEKIE YOURE SICK?!?! (It’s been like almost two weeks so I hope you’re better) the audacity.
I think it’s hilarious how much of a reaction that title got heheeeee I’m funny.
Sokka spent 90% of RIA trying to get Zuko to stop doing what Sokka is spending 100% of ITF doing lol. It’s called progression damn it
Oh gosh my thoughts on Iroh? I don’t know where to start. I kind of want you to read Iroh how you want in this fic & see if you can figure out my feelings about the man from that? Hmmm? Call it… playing hard to get ;) ((just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean we can’t still play games))
Some people were mad at Suki for leaving after Sokka told her everything but seriously she is like what? 16??? Lied to & manipulated by someone she cared about & then told pfft there’s someone else. Nahhh girls allowed to have hurt feelings & she is allowed to want to bitch slap Sokka for that. (Just because Sokka is hurting doesn’t mean he gets to hurt others sorry buddddddyyy)
Hahaha Sokka did a really good job being there for Zuko but a terrible job keeping their closeness a secret haha: <3
LEEEEEKKKKKIIIEEEEE ok I don’t love you because you’re a lightbulb smashing ex wife but I do hope you’re feeling better & if now I’ll toss some soup through your window <3 (ok I still love you byyeeee)
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skzoologist · 3 months
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I'm glad you enjoyed the pieces I wrote 😭💕
I had to give her a somewhat happy ending for at least one of the ideas 😭 I love angst but only doing angst and no fluff hurts too much 😓
I think the single paragraph of dialogue in 3b was probably my favorite line out of all the stuff I ended writing last night just because of the impact it made as the only dialogue in the piece ^^
Also, ORV OC doc? I'm interested 👀👀
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Ofc, they were good, my dear 🐹 anonnie!
Ah, see? That is where we differ, I don't hesitate writing pure angst lol But I get you, truly.
Yes, it was really good! A very important part in the whole thing :D
Uh, hm, lemme see. You can have this lil part, as a treat:
Nevertheless, they stuck together like glue even after the inevitable catastrophe happened. The older one protected the younger, while the younger one felt incapable. He thought he could finally be worth something, he could become someone, especially with how things have been going thanks to his ‘The ways of survival' copy. So the fighting kicked up a notch, to such a degree that even the other party members became worried and involved.
What he didn’t notice was that he was already someone. A precious younger brother, a family, a friend. The reason for Kyu’s life, why he hadn’t given up yet.
After that fateful fight, they split apart.
The younger doing his own work with his team, the older going on his own way, now alone. Abandoned.
But he only smiled as he left, as he was saying his goodbyes. Such a beautiful, yet fragile expression, his eyes losing their usual bright light.
Dokja would only regret this decision later on, how he didn’t stop his beloved brother even though he noticed his dimmed eyes and the smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Because the next time their paths would meet would be the last -for a long time-. The older one of course, kept an eye on his beloved brother, even after all this. He protected him from afar, sometimes even getting caught in the act by a team member, never mentioning it to Dokja, knowing what happened between the two. Kyu was on good terms with the others after all, being the big brother of the group. They all loved him, grew attached to him too soon, too deep.
The older brother even met Joonghyuk a few times, maybe even too much to be considered a coincidence. Especially since the man saw something in him ever since their first meeting and desperately wanted to recruit him into his own team. He considered it, but knowing he wouldn’t be able to protect his little brother if he were to join, he declined politely every time.
But he couldn’t run from that fateful day that way. Maybe if he was in the sun fish's team, but not like this.
When he saw Dokja in a hopeless situation, his body acted on its own. Even if anybody was near him, they couldn’t stop him. With his powers activated, he made his way to his younger brother like rushing water released from its dam, only to take a deadly blow in his place.
Organs destroyed, blood flowing, his eyes met identical abyssal ones.
His lips drew on a gentle smile, his slowly numbing, rigid fingers twitched, then made their way to a shocked face, caressing the pale skin underneath wide eyes.
The world around them blurred together, the loud noises stopped reaching his ears. Sometime, while he was lost in those obsidian orbs, the weight in his chest lightened, making way for the crimson painted waterworks to escape.
“Dokja, you haven’t changed a bit in my eyes. You’re still my cute little brother who covered behind my legs at the sight of strangers-He groaned a bit, hacking up the liquid that prevented him from breathing properly. -Even as a grown up you remained just as dear to me. So please, believe me when I tell you that you are important- A desperate wheeze ripped from his lungs- You have people who care about you. They see you for who you are. You are enough, Dokja… Now I know what you are thinking, how you are. But don’t– He had to stop for a second to catch his breath, his eyes unfocusing every few seconds. -… Don’t ever sacrifice yourself for others, like some hero. That is not what this world or the others need… You might save their lives, their bodies, but you’ll only leave anguish behind... How ironic, me telling you this in such a situation.. Cough ”
“Wait no, Hyung s-stop talking! I can–” “Sshhhh, it’s okay. Big brother is here. They can’t hurt you anymore.” - he made sushing motions, his hands sloppily caressing Dokja’s hair, as if they were kids again.
His head fell onto the younger one’s -when did they get to the ground?-, their identical midnight locks intertwining seamlessly into one bundle of hair, soaking up the dripping droplets from the murky sky. His hands had no more power in them to support themselves anymore, so they uselessly fell onto the ground.
He could hear sounds still, but as if a wad of cotton was stuck in his ears, he couldn’t make any sense of it no matter how hard he tried. His face felt wet; was he or the heavens the cause of it? His eyes could not make anything out of the world anymore, so he found it easier to just close them.
He was tired anyway.
So tired.
He worked so hard all his life, he could get a little rest, no? Just this once.
He was so cold, but now, a gentle warmth spread all over his body.
The harrowing ache left his chest as well, along with the agonizing headache.
His wheezing slowly stopped as he found no energy to try and take air into his vermillion covered lungs, his airways filled with thick liquid.
His time has come, and with the last cognitive power of his mind, he understood it.
He smiled.
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the-type-a · 2 years
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A lot of people think that Duncan would get Courtney high for the first time but personally I think it would be Bridgette 💀 ok cuz like your friend getting you high for the first time is always an experience and so funny!!
Courtney won’t be phased at first she’ll be one of those people that are like “I don’t feel anything, it’s not that bad” and then BOOM💥 the high will hit her full force and she definitely panics 💀
She has the worst munchies, she’ll just eat and eat and eat.. she gets herself sick lmao
She definitely fucks up her first hit & she almost dies hacking up a lung 🤣 red faced, teary eyes & chest heaving cough while Bridgette just cries laughing 🥲
Courtney’s the type that will just zone out, she has a bad habit of just blanking out when she’s sober and it’s way worse when she’s high lol you ever see her in the background of some shots of the show and she’s just like.. not focused? 💀 shits so funny lmao
She likes watching those sensory videos with a bunch of colors, need her to stay put? Just put one on and you’re good.
Bridgette definitely takes care of her, gives her water and calms her down when she panics.. but she always records her and laughs at her 😂
Courtney likes watching Bridgette rolls blunts so she asks her to teach her, she’s somehow better at it than Bridgette and makes them perfect lol
Courtney tells Bridgette to clean her damn bong before she even thinks of bringing it near her
Courtney doesn’t smoke but whenever she’s overworking herself, stressed or upset she’ll definitely go to Bridgette if it gets to the point where she just needs to relax lol
Bridgette talks about the different strains, ways to get high, what high is better, etc. And the whole time Courtney’s just like ‘idc just get me high’
Sorry, I was talking to my friend who’s a stoner about funny high memories lmao I personally don’t do it but I’ve indulged a few times in my life 💀
I am one of those people who think Duncan gets Courtney high for her first time. BUT you have changed my mind, and I thank you for it because THESE?!?!? YES!
As someone who has experimented with this before, I too can agree that your best friend introducing you is 100% more fun than the other. It’s like no pressure?? If that makes sense??
Anyway, I can see Courtney wanting to try and only being comfortable enough to do it around Bridgette. Maybe in her (Bridgette’s) room that way she’s in a familiar setting too. Idk
Don’t get me started on those damn bongs. I tried it once, literally almost hacked a lung up (my throat was on freaking fire omfg). NEVER AGAIN. That was the first time I ever freaked out, like bad af. I was going to get my RA and my roommate was like NO GO TO BED. Imagining our girl Courtney like that? Yeah, pretty freaking valid. Also, an edible? Good fucking night lmao 😂
She definitely zones out and YEA those TD scenes always have me cracking up 💀
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macbeth-n-cheese · 1 year
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Early Synth HCs and Thoughts, pt. 3
Alas, the grasp of life's sorrows eases on me. Onto the rambling!
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(Poe AI from Altered Carbon, my beloved)
Liquid and Food intake:
For liquids, the explanation is simple: almost anything can be used as a coolant, as long as it has good heat transfer properties, adequate viscosity (isn't too thick) and electrical conductivity, is not dangerous to use and doesn't harm the machine through debris, corrosion, obstructions, etc.
Water would be the first choice for a coolant in a situation where Coolant™ is unavailable, but it wouldn't be recommended that a Gen. ≤II synth used alternative substances too often, because they will eventually damage it. If water isn't available, distilled alcoholic beverages would be the second best thing; beer, wine and soft drinks the third; and anything else after that. The synth would need to rinse off the stuff that's neither water not distilled as soon as possible, to avoid further issues.
As for food, I have no idea!
At first, I thought they could have something like a biomass energy generator as backup to the nuclear one, producing power through either decomposition or burning of organic matter. The issue with this is that it simply wouldn't fit in their frame, at least not in a realistic-ish way (mind you, we're dealing with suspension of disbelief here), and having a straight up furnace inside them wouldn't be practical at all, mainly because of the heat and proximity to the core —we all know what happens when it gets too warm in there.
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So, the way I see it is that they probably wouldn't be able to ingest solids (I am still debating if soup could be used as a decent coolant, and how liquid can food get after chewing, but I'm afraid those questions will remain unanswered for now), and because I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't consider this, the "piping" from the synth's mouth would have to lead to a coolant reservoir, and pass through some filters on the way there. It would have to be either a significantly thick tube, or a thinner, more flexible one that used the movement of the rubber lung I mentioned on the previous text to pump the liquid to said reservoir.
Ports, or The Age-Old Question of Where in the World do They Stick Those Holo Tapes:
There is no visual indication of any port anywhere on them, which leads me to believe that those are hidden by a sort of lid, and located somewhere accessible like the forearm or chest.
If on the forearm, the ports would be more prone to damage because of their distance from the CPU and the articulations of the arm, but they would be more convenient to use, as the synth wouldn't need to, say, unbutton his shirt to read a tape.
On that topic, I believe the holotapes would be inserted horizontally, like a tape recorder proper, instead of vertically, and a synth's voice box could definitely be used to play audio. I'm not sure if they would be able to record tapes as well, but it'd be both useful and super cool!
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Synths can be plugged into computers, as proven by DiMA's and Faraday's shenanigans, so why is it that Nick doesn't do this for hacking? Maybe this would've needed specific cables that he doesn't have, or maybe he just doesn't like to keep being reminded of the fact that he's a robot, and tries to do things as a human would whenever he can. Both of those seem very plausible to me, but I really can't imagine him going R2D2 on a terminal lol, so it's for the best.
Bonus concept that I might write about in the future: Nick having poems (The Raven!) and books stored on his database. The Raven would be especially meaningful to him, I think, because of the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, nameless here forevermore :"))
And that's it, folks!
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Although this was the shorter one, it kinda was the most difficult of them. I had to do some serious thinking and reading about bloody coolant types, and even then I'm not 100% satisfied with what I got. It will have to do, for now!
Thank you kindly for reading. Do share your thoughts on this as well, if you want to!
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dogmatik · 10 months
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shizaya date night! They still are terrible to each other tho lol. plus some notes at the end about how I'd continue this if i got the inspiration.
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Izaya and Shizuo sit in a booth by the window of a bar, having just finished their meal. Izaya hadn't talked much through it, and naturally neither did his companion. The raven broke the silence with a question, “Have you thought about what I said? The offer does still stand, you know.” he asks, as if what he was suggesting was as easy as talking about the weather. Shizuo looked through the window across the street, watching cars pass on the rainy road, their taillights glittering red against it. He was irritated, and he tried to ignore the way his eye twitched with the feeling.
“You're pretty when you think too hard.” Izaya remarks almost dreamily. Shizuo's eyes snap from the window to the man across the small table, narrowing angrily. The warm light somewhere above and off to the side of them softening Izaya’s sharp features to something almost serene. Izaya is leaning on the table, chin resting on his palm. “It's weird that you invite me out just to criticize me.” Shizuo says, his eyes dropping to the half empty glass of milk in front of him. “Don't avoid the question, Shizu-chan.” Shizuo is startled when a waitress comes by to give Izaya the check, but narrowly avoids jumping. She chats idly but happily with the dark haired man for a moment.
Once they're alone again, Shizuo huffs. “I’m not letting you pay shit for me. I know how it’ll go, I don't want to owe you anything.” There's heat behind his words, like the very thought of being indebted to Izaya makes him want to vomit. Izaya thinks it's a fair reaction, but he's never been one to let well-enough be. “Oh come on, can't you believe I just want to spoil my boyfriend?” He purrs, and Shizuo chokes on the milk he just sipped. Izaya waits patiently while Shizuo hacks up the liquid in his lungs. “Your what?” he demands, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Izaya just tilts his head ever so slightly, feigning confusion. “What? Are you not my boyfriend? We are currently on a date, you know. Or did you think I was just being friendly last night when I-” Izaya's inappropriate rambling was sharply cut off by a hand over his mouth, the bleach blondes cheeks reddening obviously even in the low light.
“God, what is wrong with you?” He asks indignantly, barely keeping the question below a shout. “I know we’re on a date, okay?” Shizuo retracts his hand once he's certain Izaya won't continue with his thought, and has to fight the urge to fiddle with his tie. “I just. You’ve never.” He pauses. Made it official, he wants to say. Called me that before, would be the next best thing, but he settles on: “I mean you don't do relationships, right? That's what you said, before.” Izaya almost cackles at the bashful way Shizuo's eyes won't meet his own, he doesn't, but it's a near thing. “Well not usually, no. But our relationship is rather unusual, wouldn’t you agree?” Izaya leans forward. Shizuo is reminded of a cat, or more closely a snake, by the smirk flashing Izaya’s almost too sharp teeth.
“But I do think of you that way, and I want to help.” Izaya says. “I don't need help.” Is Shizuo's reply, his tone is softened by the thought of Izaya really calling him his boyfriend, maybe even when he talks to his friends. Then Shizuo frowns, because he sure as hell hopes Izaya doesn't talk to any of his 'friends’ about him, where the fuck did that come from? Besides, he knows very well that Izaya doesn't have any friends save for Shinra. “And you’ve left me again. You know I really would love to get a peak at that brain of yours, Shizu-chan.” Izaya says, leaning back and draping a thin arm over the back of the booth. He takes a drink of the black coffee in front of him. Shizuo's frown deepens, wondering how he drinks the sludge, and why at 7pm.
“I know how loans work, I work for a collections agency, remember? I’m not doing it.” Izaya’s mood seems to dip just slightly with that comment, growing impatient, the smirk he had losing a bit of its sincerity and his shoulders almost imperceptibly tensing. “Please, I know you couldn't pay me back, look at where you live.” Shizuo bristles, grip tightening around the glass in his hand. “I just want to be generous, is all. Besides, the less you work the more time I’ll have with you.” “What’s wrong with where I live?” Shizuo snaps. Izaya laughs and Shizuo gets the sense he's said exactly what Izaya wanted him to, and that thought just makes him more irritated. “Oh nothing.” Izaya starts smugly. “I actually think it's endearing that you're comfortable living somewhere so shabby. It makes you seem humble.” The look on Izaya’s face is the last straw, his smile mean and eyes glimmering with that all too familiar superiority.
There's a ‘pop’ and Shizuo can feel the little pieces of glass in his palm from the crushed cup in between his fingers before he actually looks at it. The milk he can feel dripping onto his leg off the side of the table makes him even angrier and he fights the urge to yell. Shizuo has just enough restraint to avoid punching the table in half, and instead stalks out of the bar past some very concerned patrons who scramble out of his way. He’s breathing hard through his nose when he pushes through the door. He walks to the left, unbothered by the rain or the fact he doesn't know this area of Shibuya. He doesn't get far before he hears Izaya call after him, but he tries his darndest to ignore it.
“Shizu-chan! Don't go throwing a tantrum without me, you know I get lonely!” Izaya taunts, following the taller man further into the rainy night.
(end of chase scene, outside of izayas apartment. “ahh i missed that! things were getting a little boring, dont you think shizuchan?” shizuo was tired, but this sorta reignites his anger. “is that what that was about? you insulted me because you were fucking bored?” “of course not! dont be silly. im just too good at getting under your skin sometimes.” “unbelievable.” he begins to stalk off, exasperated. Izaya whines to him not to leave.)
The Van Gang sit on a park table, munching on gas station hot dogs and chatting. their breaths create little clouds around their faces, the cold air and subtle rain making them shiver. Erika wears her signature hat and a much thicker jacket. She perks up suddenly, having remembered a particularly exciting piece of city gossip. “Hey, I heard someone saw Shizu-chan going into Izaya-kun’s apartment last night~” she says, remorselessly interrupting Kyouhei’s talk about his day. The latter huffs and rolls his eyes. “That guys apartment is probably trashed then, good.” Saburo replies. Erika smiles dreamily “What do you guys think they were doing?” she rests her chin in her hands, swinging her feet under the table.
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a-shared-experience · 5 months
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I wonder how other peoples day at work goes lol…
Today I saw a broken wheelchair at the crosswalk and turned to see an amputated man pulling himself through 5 lanes of moving traffic. To my horror , the wonderful people in this city just honked their horn at him and seemed inconvenienced. Wow.
When the light changed I made my way over to where he was screaming obscenities on the ground and lured him to the sidewalk with gluten free snacks.
He was in psychosis and thought we were conspiring against him but I am the schizophrenia whisperer and eventually I got him calmed down while my shift partners made their best attempt to fix his ride.
I found a client I hadn’t seen in 6 months and was so excited but the drugs and the infections … they are changing him. Still, he gave me a big hug and i listened to him cry. I shoved narcan and wound care supplies into his bag with a handful of snacks and parted ways to do a wellness check on a man further down the block slumped over and non responsive. O2 stats 72%. After the overdose I made him eat a granola bar and I clipped a kit to his backpack.
I ran into the chick who’s stab wound I’d nurtured back to recovery, she has a new crew each time - she’s the dealer , I give her 8 narcan kits and bro down with her friends. When I say bro down , I mean , I debunk their overdose life hack which involves injecting pint into someone who’s not breathing. Yeah no, let’s not do that, I insist actually. Nasal, injection, kits on kits on kits. I teach them how to microdose narcan which is definitely never recommended by medical professionals but it’ll take the edge off. The amount of times I tried to face fuck pint to come out of overconsumption of another drug…. It’s never worked … it hits your brains not your lungs. Your heart is already overwhelmed in a substance poisoning- we often see cardiac arrest coincide , the last thing your body needs is a blast of shitty p2p meth that also potentially has fent in it.
I end the day with a run in with a deaf kid that lights up when he sees me. Somehow we manage to communicate though I never learned sign language. I really should considering I’m 50% deaf , possibly more, in my left ear. My friend blew up my ear drum in junior high and I’ve had multiple surgeries as result.
I meet with my boss and tell her I’m burned out and she says “ start saying no to stuff , just not me please , please not me”
I spent the last two days really struggling emotionally as I morphed into robot mode and supported an entire team following a tragic fatality. I felt like I wasn’t good enough because I kept being so affected.
I realize I am a strong leader in these roles and need to stop being so hard on myself. I’ve got to to figure out a way to better manage my life
I want to share my crazy life with others. Some days it feels like not many could actually understand me.
The new valley line opens in 3 days , I’m excited to switch up my routine and connect with people who use drugs in different pockets of the city. Good things are coming, I can feel it. Just gotta hang in there and keep pushing myself
Still burned out , mega sleepy, but filled with hope
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ladysolwind · 11 months
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My Blorbos
A bit over a couple weeks ago I, after three years of avoiding it, got COVID. Fortunately, I was able to get antivirals real quick and my messed up lungs aren’t too worse for wear. I have, however, put about 150ish hours into Fire Emblem Three Houses since I got sick, most of it while I was isolating and couldn’t get out of bed.
This game. I love this game. I love it so much. I started with Silver Snow pre-covid, then did Verdant Wind while suffering from the worst of it, and now I’m almost done with my Maddening Azure Moon. Probably not going to do Crimson Flower, not because I super hate Edelgard (I’m meh about her) or love Rhea (who I’m also meh about) but because I love Seteth and Flayn so much. Flayn?? Baby. Cinnamon Roll. Too pure for this world. Sweetie pie. I love her to pieces. Seteth? Daddy. Great enemies(ish) to lovers vibe. Beast of a unit.
I haven’t married Seteth this round of runs, though, because I’m trying to get as many supports as possible, including S Supports. My first round of runs when the game came out, I married, in order:
1) Seteth
2) Dedue
3) Claude
4) Jertiza
then this round:
5) Felix
6) Yuri
7) will be Dimitri.
And honestly, I’m tempted to play Silver Snow and write fanfiction alongside it, ending with another Seteth marriage. Will I? Maybe. I do have a lot of Engage DLC to catch up on, though. My head is spinning with Fanfiction ideas, which is so rare that I want to take advantage of it.
Side note, because this list is uncharacteristically manly: I’ve been tempted to marry Dorothea every time, but she ends up with such great A supports that I don’t want to take her away from them. Like Petra. I want Dorothea to run away to Brigid with Petra and live happily ever after. Mercedes has been tempting, but I know someone with that name who I really dislike so it’s a turn off lol. That leaves Rhea and Sothis so, which is bleh. Where are Shamir and Catherine on the list? Why can’t I marry Shamir or Catherine as F!Byleth? Is it because they’re marrying each other? That’s the only acceptable answer.
In the gay respect, Engage does have Three Houses beat. Looking at you, Jade. Looking at you with mega heart eyes.
Three Houses has become my comfort fixation. I might get Three Hopes, even though I’m not as big on the Warriors style gameplay, just because I want to be with these characters more. Very happy that Engage gave me the bug to play Three Houses again because it’s been such a treat to play it after a few years and fall in love all over again.
Also, shoutout to whoever hacked the Viskam into the game as a usable weapon. You’re doing Sothis’ work.
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us healthcare system rant again
so my grandmother fell again right blah blah blah. we called an ambulance bc that’s the only way to avoid a 6+ hour wait time. way capitalism.
anyways so today she has to go back. she’s in a fuck ton amnt of pain and needs to be seen pretty urgently imo! like honestly more urgently than she needed to be seen yesterday. but we can’t afford to call an ambulance again. we already spent our extra money on the first ambulance ride.
so now she’s at this godforsaken hospital waiting room. they had no wheelchairs available to give her, so we waited for one for 7 mins until the pain was so bad that we said fuck it and i got her wheelchair out of the car for her. we didn’t want to do that bc last time the hospital messed the fuck up her last wheelchair when she brought it in. so okay off to a good start lol. we get in and ask for a sling and some ice. they do not have either. they tell her to sit down somewhere; only place available is next to this woman hacking up a lung in a wimpy fucking surgical mask and btw! they no longer do covid screenings before admitting you to the waiting room. then they tell me i can’t wait with her and. bestie. she is in so much pain she cannot communicate with you!!!!! i kind of need to be here so you can even know what the fuck is going on!!!! but they’re like no for covid reasons (which. fuck all the way off. i’m pretty sure it’s illegal to tell a patient who can’t communicate that she can’t have the person who is communicating for her. but also! where is that concern for covid when you let my 80 year old grandmother sit next to this person coughing up a lung!!!!)
they tell me to go wait in the car bc i’ll be allowed to be with her again after triage (WHICH AGAIN. I REALLY NEED TO BE THERE FOR SO I CAN FUCKING TELL YOU WHY WE ARE EVEN HERE.). at hour 1 i went home and made eggplant parm so she has something nice and homemade to eat when she gets home. also to tend to the very anxious dogs, do some laundry, etc. anyways i’m back in the parking lot and it’s hour four and i !!!! i called her to see if she’s been triaged yet and the answer is still no. and like she is fucking not okay to keep fucking waiting there!!!!! i had to repeat what i was asking a guck ton of times and her reply sounded like she was delirious (idk if that’s the right word) and like uhh probably bc she’s in severe pain that you are not fucking treating!!!!!!!
also like . it’s not just pain. you can physically see what it is wrong with her and if i were to type out a description i would have to tag this as pretty bad gore!! soooooooooooo!
every day it makes me so fucking angry. every day. and i’m fucking terrified she’s gonna get covid in there (she who has copd recent pneumonia every risk factor under the sun etc etc!) and they’re gonna make her feel even more miserable than she already feels. like where is the FUCKING compassion
and i don’t blame the workers bc they are so obv trying their best. i blame this for profit hospital being the only one for an hours drive. i blame capitalism etc etc etc etc. i’m just. so fucking done
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“what about wait times if we move to single payer healthcare” YEAH WHAT A FUCKING BOUT THEM.
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