#the man may be a total grouch but if there’s one thing he HATES it’s Japanese nationalism

[bixels]

Baffled.

[antvnger]

Blood Brothers AU - No Way Home

((Cameo? Heck, Scott wouldn’t leave. He’d be around for most of the movie. He would stick with Peter the whole time and be like *don’t worry, Pete, we’ll figure this out. It’ll be okay*.))

((See how the whole movie would play out under the cut))

Tony would be there too because remember I said he didn’t die. That’s what happened and no one can change my mind. 

But for fun, let’s say Tony can’t be reached. Like he and SHIELD are collaborating on some kind of space mission where Tony gets to be the guy in the chair since he’s technically retired but gets to safely overcome his newfound fear of space and is not around for all of this

Scott’s not there when Pete decides to go to Strange because Peter just went to be with his friends for a little while when he decides to go but then the weird stuff happens Scott goes in search of his nephew and after Pete magically disappears after the fight with Doc Ock, Scott knows EXACTLY where to find him, and he shows up at the Sanctum door being like *hi magical house, do you mind if I come in please? I think my nephew’s here* 

And of course the Sanctum loves that it’s acknowledged by a non-sorcerer person and finds Scott charming so it lets him enter

Peter’s like I need to do this myself; it’s my mess, and Scott and his friends are like uh no. We’re gonna help you. 

And Scott gets the biggest *oh hell no* vibes from Osborne because of Goblin and he’s like *Pete be extra careful of that one. You can help them and I’ll help you but be extra careful of that dude.*

Goblin recognizes May is the better way through to the carnage he wants to cause than Scott because Scott’s too wary of him, so he somehow convinces Peter to get Scott to leave for enough time for Goblin to cause all of *that* damage. You know the one.

Who does Peter run to after all of that? And after he’s standing in the rain listening to that grouch, Jameson? Scott. 

Who stands protectively in front of Peter when the two unknown Spiders show up? And is very confused about those two Spiders, especially since they’re both like we don’t have an Uncle Scott? Scott. 

Of course, he lets Ned and MJ hug Peter and stuff that doesn’t change.

Who helps the Spiders and Ned and MJ get ready to fight the other bad guys? Scott. 

Who’s offering Dad advice to all Spiders? Scott. Who’s cracking Dad jokes during the fight? Scott. Things like *I didn’t know I was gonna play golf today because the Sand-Man’s a sand trap*. Or like when Electro moved to one side to avoid an attack *I bet ol’ Sparky calls that move the electric slide*. 

And who is loving watching the Spiders be like instant brothers? Definitely Scott.

And because I’m salty about how the MCU just left Peter totally alone which I understand why but still hate I say in this AU, Scott grows to GiAnt-Man (and totally freaks out the other Spiders) at one point for whatever reason and manages to smack Goblin off his glider onto the giant shield BEFORE Goblin makes *that particular* pumpkin bomb go kaboom. 

Which leaves Peter and Goblin fighting and Peter not holding back. It’s still very very important that Toby!Peter stops Peter from going in for the kill, so that still happens.

Then after all of that, everyone goes to their home universes with Tobey and Andrew’s Peters hugging their Aunt May’s and our Peter hugging his Uncle Scott. 

Strange casts the spell *one more time* and this time there’s no issues. The wording is everyone besides the people Peter cares about forgets Peter is Spider-Man, and all is right with the world. Happy endings all around.

End credits scene is Tony comes back and is like *so what did I miss?* And Scott and Pete are like *eh nothing much*. And then surprise! Tony pulls up video footage of the Statue of Liberty fight and raises an eyebrow. *Nothing much, huh?*

[intheticklecloset]

The Sleepover (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

@veryblushyswitch​ Knocking out a whole bunch of requests with this one! I wasn’t intending to double or triple-up necessarily, but they all worked so well together that I couldn’t help myself. Also delving a little deeper into Bakugou’s “it’s complicated” response from “Get Back Here, Deku!” I love how this turned out; I think it’s really cute and sweet and exactly what our angry boi needed. Enjoy!

~

“He’s what?” Sero asked, dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe his ears. “No way.”

Deku held up his hands and shook his head. “Ah! What? No! No, that’s not what I meant, I mean…”

“Oh, yeah!” Kaminari grinned. “Kiri and I got him one time. It was hilarious.”

“There’s no way that Bakugou is ticklish,” Sero insisted.

“He – he’s not!” Deku tried to cover up his mistake, but he knew as well as Kaminari did that it was useless. The both of them had been there that day it had first been discovered by someone other than him.

“He totally is,” Denki nudged Sero, still grinning widely. “And hey, we’re having that sleepover in his room with the others tomorrow night. We can test it out then. Sound fun?”

Sero grinned back. “Oh, yeah.”

“W-Wait, guys,” Deku stammered, panicked on his friend’s behalf. “He really doesn’t like it unless—” He stopped himself. “Uh, I mean, he just doesn’t like it. It’s not worth making him mad.”

“Unless what?” Denki asked. “You were about to say he doesn’t like it unless what?”

“N-Nothing!”

Kaminari glanced at Sero and quirked a brow. Understanding perfectly, Sero pulled Deku toward him and hooked his arms under their friend’s underarms, effectively trapping him with his torso exposed for Denki to start tickling, which he did.

“Nohohohoho, wait, plehehehehehease don’t do thihihihis!” Deku begged through his instant giggles. He tried to bring his arms down but couldn’t, and when he lifted his arms up to try and wriggle out of Sero’s hold Kaminari would go for his underarms to keep him in place.

“Tell us, Midoriya,” Sero said into his ear, smirking. “We’ll tickle it out of you if we have to.”

“Gahahahahahaha!” Deku knew he would spill eventually and so decided to just get it over with. “Fihihihihine I’ll tell you! Just stohohohohop!” When they let him go, he sighed. “Kacchan only likes being tickled if it’s with someone he’s comfortable around. If he’s not comfortable with you he’ll hate every second of it. He may even start to hate you, and trust me, you don’t want that.”

Sero and Kaminari exchanged looks. There was silence for a minute.

“Thanks for letting us know, Deku,” Kaminari said at last, offering his friend a small smile. “We’ll do our best not to push him too far.”

“But we do want to mess with him tomorrow, right?” Sero asked.

“Oh, definitely. No way he’s getting out of there without laughing at least a little.”

Deku felt a little nervous for Kacchan, but decided there was nothing more he could do about it now. “H-Hey, just…don’t tell him I told you that, okay?”

“Sure, Midoriya.” Denki winked. “Not a word, right?”

*

The following evening, the two boys joined Kirishima and Mina in heading to Bakugou’s dorm room for what was sure to be a pretty crowded sleepover. No one seemed to mind, though. Not even their host, though he grumbled and complained about his room being the destination of choice.

“If we’d chosen one of our rooms you wouldn’t have joined in,” Kirishima told him with a knowing grin.

“And having it in mine would just be weird,” Mina added. “I like you guys, but not enough to have four boys spending the night in my room.”

They all laughed at that, organizing their pillows and blankets on the limited floor space while Bakugou sat on his bed and watched.

“What are even going to do in here?” he finally asked, growly but resigned. “If all we’re gonna do is sleep there’d be no point in us all being in one room for that.”

“We could play truth or dare,” Mina suggested.

“Boring,” Denki and Kiri intoned at the same time.

“What if we all went around and said something about ourselves the rest of us don’t know?” Sero suggested, glancing at Denki, who gave him a slight nod.

Mina hummed. “That could be interesting.”

“I don’t want to play some lame getting-to-know-you game,” Bakugou grumbled. “That’s such a garbage elementary school move.”

“Oh come on, Bakugou.” Kiri nudged his shoulder. “You’re no fun. Let’s just try it, yeah?”

“No.”

“Here, let’s sit in a circle,” Mina said, and the others followed her lead.

Well, except Bakugou. “Seriously? Now we’re really getting pathetic.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Get your butt on this floor before I drag it there myself.”

Something seemed to pass between them in that moment, because the next thing they knew Bakugou was doing as he was told, completing the circle they’d started.

“Great!” Mina beamed. “Sero, why don’t you go first, since this was your idea?”

“Oh, sure,” Sero stammered, suddenly on the spot. He thought for a moment. “Uh, let’s see…I hate grapes.”

Everyone laughed.

“Is that because of Minetta?” Kaminari asked.

Sero blinked, then grinned. “No, but now that you mention it…that certainly doesn’t help.”

“One time when I was a kid, I sneezed so hard my acid disintegrated the ice cream cone I was holding,” Mina said, grinning. “I was really upset.”

Kirishima said, “I rescued a cat when I was nine. Stuck in a tree, just like they always are.”

Bakugou was next, but when it came to him, he kept his mouth shut.

“What’s something we don’t know about you, Bakugou?” Mina nudged.

“Plenty, and I’d like to keep it that way.” He scoffed. “This is stupid.”

“Aw, come on, man!” Denki whined, though he turned to give Sero another meaningful glance. Sero grinned slightly.

“If you don’t want to say something, I’ll do it for you,” Kirishima said. And before anyone could protest, he wrapped an arm around his friend’s shoulders and announced loudly, “Katsuki Bakugou is super ticklish.”

Everyone froze. No one said a word. You could hear a pin drop. All eyes went to Bakugou, who gritted his teeth. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” Kiri insisted, keeping his firm hold on the boy’s shoulders. “And if you keep being such a grouch, I’m going to prove it to everyone right here and now.”

Denki pounced on his chance. “It’s true! I’ve seen it, too.”

“No way,” Mina exclaimed, eyes wide. “Bakugou?”

“I’m not,” the blonde growled, trying to push Kiri away from him. “Back off. I don’t want to talk about this.”

Sero hesitated for a moment, but one look from both Denki and Kiri and he jumped into action with the rest of them, lunging for Bakugou and pulling him to the floor. Mina joined in, too, and within seconds they had their friend pinned to the ground.

“Don’t!” Bakugou snapped, struggling the entire way down and trying to kick his way out once there. “I swear to god, do not tickle me, I’ll—”

“Now!” Denki shouted.

“I’ll kill you!” Bakugou swore, biting his lip hard to keep himself under control. Sero used his tape to keep his arms above his head, while Kiri sat on his calves to keep his legs from moving. “Agh! S-Stop it! Y-You’re all s-s-so dead!”

“Come on, man,” Kiri said, watching as Mina scribbled in his underarms, Sero tried his stomach, and Denki went for the ribs. He smirked at how hard his friend was fighting against the sensations. “Just let it out. Your cover’s been blown.”

“S-Shut up!” Bakugou jerked sharply when Mina wandered a little further down than just his underarms to that spot at the top of his ribs. “I-I’m n-n-not—gah!”

Mina gasped. “Was that a smile?” She went back to where she thought she’d gotten the most reaction and beamed when Bakugou’s lips tugged upward in an uncontrollable grin. “It is! Aw, you are ticklish!”

“Shut up!” Bakugou snapped, but it sounded strained, and the effect of it was lost for how big he was smiling now. “Knock it off! Kiri, you know I h-hahate this; make them stohop!”’

“Was that a giggle?” Sero asked, genuinely curious, but the way the blood rushed to Bakugou’s face was answer enough. He started to press a little harder. “My ears must be deceiving me. I gotta hear it again.”

“You don’t hate this,” Kirishima said gently, finally joining in himself by grabbing onto his friend’s thighs and squeezing. “You’re just not used to being so open about how much fun you’re having.”

Bakugou jolted again, harder this time, and a single, clear giggle escaped his lips.

“Dude, he’s blushing!” Sero exclaimed, laughing. “This is great!”

“Why not just laugh, Bakugou?” Mina asked in a sweet, teasing tone. “It’s got to be killing you to keep it bottled up like that.”

“Why don’t we kick it up a notch?” Denki smirked. He activated his quirk the tiniest bit, wiggling into their friend’s bottom ribs, and finally – finally – the angry blonde stopped fighting it.

“Nohohohohohoho!” Bakugou hated that he’d lost control so quickly, but there was nothing he could do about it now except fight with his words. “Dahahahang you, Kaminahari, I’ll kihihill you, I swear! NOHOHOHOHO!!” He tossed his head back with a shriek as the electric sparks intensified, moving up toward his death spot. “Gahahahahahahahahaha! Stahahahahahahahahahap!”

“Don’t think so, man,” Denki teased, letting up on his electric attack when he got to the sweet spot, figuring that would tickle enough on its own. “Tickle, tickle, Bakugou~”

Bakugou’s face turned a dark, dark red as he sputtered in the split second before his laughter became explosive. “DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T!!”

“There we go!” Kirishima began to dig in harder as well, sending his friend into further hysterics. “You sound really happy when you laugh, you know. It’s nice to hear.”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Bakugou shouted through his laughter, twisting and writhing. “YOU JEHEHEHEHERKS, I’LL MUHUHUHURDER YOU ALL!!”

“Well that’s not very nice!” Mina pouted, beginning to go harder as well, focusing on his underarms. “You should be punished for thinking such awful things!”

Sero grinned, digging in as well, and now all four of them were giving it their all, pulling laugh after shrieking laugh from their constantly angry friend. Bakugou’s mind grew foggier and foggier with each tickle that assaulted him, making him lose track of who was doing what and where.

“Aww, look how cute you are!” Mina teased him, beaming.

Sero chuckled. “His laugh sounds like a fireworks show.”

“Not ticklish, huh, King Explosion Murder?” Kirishima chimed in.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Bakugou yelled again, sounding more desperate this time. He pulled at the tape on his arms, tried to buck his hips. He was trapped. “GEHEHEHEHEHET OFF, YOU MOHOHOHOHOHORONS!!”

“If I didn’t know better,” Denki mused, “I’d say he’s a little sensitive to teasing.”

Mina nearly squealed. “Do you like being teased? Does it make you super flustered to have four people tickling you at once? You can’t hide how red you’re getting; I think you do like teasing!”

“I DOHOHOHOHOHO NOT!!” Bakugou practically screamed with laughter when she traveled back down to that sweet spot and dug in there. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! YOU GUYS, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Mina, Sero, and Denki gasped in unison. “He said please!”

“Scream all you want, Bakugou!” Kaminari laughed, igniting his tickly electric sparks again. “No one’s coming to save you. Nothing can stop us now!”

And with that, Bakugou absolutely broke. “PLEASE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, NO MOHOHOHOHORE!! I’M BEHEHEHEHEHEGGING YOU!! KIRISHIMA, GET THEM TO STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!!”

Seeing that his friend was truly desperate for a reprieve, Kirishima let up and shouted for the others to do the same. “All right, that’s enough! Let him go, he can’t take any more.”

Trusting that their redheaded friend knew what he was talking about, the three others let up their attacks as well. Sero cut the tape binding Bakugou to the floor and gathered it up while the blonde pulled his arms down and rolled onto his side, curling up into a protective ball. It stunned all three of them to see how out of breath he was.

Mina broke the silence first. “You okay, Bakugou?”

He was silent for a moment. Then, “I told you to stop.”

Mina, Sero, and Kaminari looked at each other worriedly. When he’d been yelling ‘stop’ before, it was through laughter, so they didn’t take him seriously. Now that it was over, though…

“You can stop pretending, Bakugou,” Kirishima said in that gentle tone, scooting forward to place a hand on his leg. “You don’t have to be Mr. Tough Guy all the time. Not here. Not with us. You’re allowed to be yourself, you know.”

“I don’t like being tickled.” Bakugou’s voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper.

“Unless?” Kiri prompted.

Again the other three looked at each other, then back to the blonde, silent. Waiting. For a long minute, no one said a word. Then Bakugou sat up, his back turned to them but facing Kirishima.

“Unless I feel…comfortable. Safe.”

Safe. All four friends looked at each other now, Kiri included.

“Safe…how?” Mina asked quietly.

“Safe from being pushed past my limits.” Bakugou’s voice was gruff as usual, but it was quieter now, and completely sincere. He hunched his shoulders. “Safe from the whole class finding out. The whole school. The world. I don’t want to be like Deku, getting randomly tickled all the time. I don’t even want that from my friends. I just…” He sighed. “I don’t want to be tickled unless I know I’m going to be safe from all of that. Being ticklish is a weakness.”

“It’s not—” Kiri started to say.

“It is,” Bakugou continued firmly, making eye contact now. “And that’s why I don’t want it to be exposed to anyone but those I feel comfortable with. Like you guys.”

Those last three words made their hearts swell. Kirishima scooted forward again and pulled Bakugou into a hug. “You’re safe with us. I promise.” The others concurred, moving forward as well, making it a group hug.

Bakugou remained tense for a moment, then let out another sigh and relaxed into their embrace. He was still uncertain, still on edge, and even a little scared, if he was honest. He’d never really had friends before – just lackeys that would follow him around everywhere because they thought he was cool. This was different, this opening up, this being honest with himself as well as others. Having friends he could trust with his life – literally. But it was a new chapter of his life that – as long as he was still being honest – he was looking forward to reading.

From somewhere within the group hug, Kirishima said, “You know your laugh really brightens up the room?”

Bakugou smiled. “Shut up, Kiri.”

[zodiyack]

Hi can you please do a chase graves sfw and nsfw

You got it, darling! HCs below the cut 👀👀

Chase Graves SFW and NSFW HCs

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @thewarriorprincessxo

Masterlist | iZombie Masterlist

sfw:

Chase can be caring, but he’s protective.

very, protective.

Doesn’t trust having Blaine around you even if he’s there with you, which is understandable, but still

The only person I believe Chase trusts with anything involving you is Enzo (used to be his sister-in-law, but she went ded)

He’s consumed by work with zombies, so forgive him if he seems a little unfocused

nah, just keep bothering him until he gives in

I believe when he puts out zombie laws, he might put out some extra unnecessary ones either in spite of you playfully or to protect you...So kinda both

He’ll roll his eyes and make comments, calling you over-dramatic and such, but after a bit his eyes will soften and he’ll realize how much that hurt you

cuddle time, bitches

He may seem like he cares more about his work than he does you, but in reality, he loves you so much that it scares him

Likes to show you off

PDA is pretty much just something y’all do

Sometimes you’ll wake up to him in his underwear- just cookin breakfast basically naked

He never really wants to, but he will come home and start ranting to you

doesn’t want to drown you in his today but also just can’t help but unwind as you comb your fingers through his hair

He acts super tough and mean but is literally a wittle puppy when he’s alone with you

man-baby

You get ya tan and dye with him if you’re a zombie

if you’re a human during this time...sorry, love, but the following hcs will only work out if you’re willing to become a member of the undead 👀

Becoming the “supreme leader” is stressful, so he’ll either turn to you or be a grouch and avoid you because he wants to act like nothing’s wrong but can’t do so if he looks at you and feels immediate guilt

i think this mans has some of the best lips- kissing them would be dream negl

You wear his hat bc why not

Sometimes you go to his office to visit him during a day where he can’t come home or if he’s been overworking idk

basically, you go to his office just to see him

Sitting on his lap while he works, maybe even falling asleep on him

Chase goes to nudge you again, as you hadn’t responded the last few times he mumbled your name. His legs were falling asleep and you were still unresponsive.

He sighs before taking a closer look at you, body slowly relaxing back into the chair when he notices your unconscious state. A smile slides onto his lips and his back returns to the chair.

Perhaps he can host a little sleepover at the office just this once.

You’re always by his side at events; his hand gripping your waist and holding you close to him

Chase will not hesitate to send his men after anyone who hurts you

fuck having an army, he’ll send himself to yeet that bitch

nsfw:

He’s passionate, probably swinging from nice and soft to dominant depending on how he feels and how you behave

Usually, he likes to spend some time close to you if he’s been working a lot

however, if he’s stressed-

You aren’t planning on walking anywhere within the next week, right?

Oh you were?

too bad.

Kinks? Well... I mean, he gives me a daddy kink vibe but that just might be me 😅

Will not do anything that involves hurting you aside from choking or going at it rough, basically anything aside from knives and shit

Off topic, as he’s not...this, but my mind totally just thought of Chase Graves as Christian Grey lmfao

Maybe some private time in the office after hours? It’s rare that he’ll take you during hours

The windows around the room are glass and see-through dude-

Risks? Love em or hate em, you live a lot

you only live once but zombie style

Stealth: 100

He’s totally a guy that punishes, I can see it.

Chase will destroy your soul and body if you try to tease him at work

so do it

Probably has a kink involving titles after he takes over

shit like supreme leader, sir, etc get him riled up

Seduction: 100

Morning sex is more than likely a thing

I think he’s more touchy feely than he is in front of anyone at Fillmore-Graves; definitely rubbing up against you in the most random of places in the house

I feel like Chase likes giving and receiving, but when he gives- he gives

Judging from that episode with Liv, he’s one hell of a fuck

when he’s in the moment, there’s no stopping him

he an eager boyo

just- ...that whole ass scene but it’s y’all and not just a one day thing, it’s a commitment

Speaking of Episodes with Liv, all I can say is the one where she fell in the pool pretty much sparked more ideas such as... pool sex.

Chase giving after-care is the bomb

Not even sure what to do so I just vibed with it

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: discount chocolate day

Notes:

So this is an anti-valentines prompt sent to me on the main by @schizoauthoress​ and I have to say, given that I’m not the biggest valentines day fan, I really enjoyed it. So, I gave it a space here on this blog. Definitely want to write more for these two.

Summary:

Two anti-Valentines grouches just kind of awkwardly and resistantly starting the process of falling into love. This is the beginning. Bantering and bickering. Fluffy af if you squint.

Warnings:

anti - valentines, alcohol tw - mentions of it, fluffy bantering and bickering between two grumpy people and that’s about it.

Pairing:

Curtis Axel x OFC, Nicolette

“Happy…” before Alexa could even finish what she’d been about to say, Nicolette had her fingers in her ears, humming so loudly that Alexa couldn’t finish. Almost the instant that Nicolette had taken her fingers out of her ears, Alexa tapped her foot and asked in a huff, “Are you done now? Do you feel better?”

“I’ll feel better tomorrow.” Nicolette shrugged, offering no further explanation. Everything around her was decked out in red and an almost unsettling shade of Pepto pink and people were being so utterly adorable together that quite frankly, Nicolette was just sick of the entire holiday. It was a commercialized sham to begin with, were people really too stupid to see?

“Why not today, I mean it’s..” again, as soon as Alexa went to mention Valentine’s, Nicolette started to plug her ears and hum. As soon as Alexa’s mouth was closed, Nicolette took her fingers out of her ears again and Alexa glared at her. “Grouch.”

“Not a grouch, merely a realist. This entire sham of a fucking holiday is just a convenient way for corporations to make money.” Nicolette answered in an even tone, her gaze flitting around the backstage area in sheer boredom as she did so. “Honestly, half these people who are sucking face now won’t be next week.”

“Some of them are married, Nic!” Alexa rolled her eyes; exasperated with her friend at the moment. Nicolette shrugged. “It’s not my fault they don’t calculate risks before taking them.”

“So that’s your real thoughts on Valentine’s Day?”

“Umm, yeah. Yep, pretty much. There’s honestly no point in a holiday where the suicide rate hikes up at least ten percent. I mean, the pressure itself is enough to drive someone insane. Everything has to be perfect this one day.. People seem to forget there are also 364 additional days in the year in which they could show a person they love them too. But no, let’s just focus on the train-wreck fuckery of this one fucking day.”

“You have to be lying. If a guy came up to you right now and gave you candy or a bear or roses..” the wheels in Alexa’s mind were turning already, but they were subsequently ground to a full stop when Nicolette shrugged mildly and opened her locker, holding out a card. “I got something. And I still strongly dislike this farce of a holiday. Care to try again?”

“You’re just being contrary now.”

“It’s my prerogative.” Nicolette shrugged and turned to dig through their shared makeup kit, grabbing for her favorite MAC shade and it’s corresponding lipliner. “Wait a minute. You haven’t even opened this!? Why?” Alexa’s question had Nicolette rolling her eyes and shrugging.

“Because knowing my luck, it’s probably a glitter bomb or something. Thing will probably explode, spraying glitter everywhere. I mean.. I’ll richly deserve it because I put Icy Hot in Mandy’s bra, but yeah. I’m 99.999 percent certain that this is some kind of stupid prank… Just like..” Nicolette trailed off and added silently, every other time someone’s ‘had a secret crush on me’, to herself. Alexa was still gaping at her.

“Aren’t you even like… a little curious?”

“Nah.”

… liar, liar, pants on fire, her brain saw fit to taunt her, but she ignored it. Just like she’d been ignoring it all damn day. Just like she was hell-bent to continue ignoring it until she got good and damn ready to do otherwise. Oh, she was beyond curious as to what the envelope might hold. But she wasn’t planning to indulge that curiosity either.

“Well, if you’re not opening it, I am.” Alexa grabbed the red envelope and tore it open and Nicolette found herself torn between watching it happen and pretending complete and total disinterest and continuing to apply her makeup.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” red glitter clouded around Alexa almost as soon as she had the envelope fully open and all Nicolette could do was shrug and smirk at her friend. “I did try to warn you, Alexa.”

“You enjoy this.”

“Maybe just a little?” Nicolette stopped laughing for a second or two. The let down she felt at being right wasn’t something she felt like dealing with, so she pushed it out of her head. It didn’t matter anyway. She’d rather not focus on being right again and it’s implications or her deepest hopes.

Alexa grabbed for Nicolette’s favorite black lace tank top and wiped at her face, swearing again when all the glitter didn’t just come right off. She stomped her foot, whining and tugging at her pigtails. “Now I have to wash all this makeup off and redo it.”

“I’ll do it. I think I can actually lean into this whole glitter whore aesthetic you’ve got going on tonight. Did you learn a lesson though?”

Alexa flipped her the bird and sank back into the chair sitting in front of the vanity as she grumbled aloud, “Okay, Ms. Know it all. But I saw that disappointed look on your face when you were actually right.”

“That was more or less a look of disgust. You got glitter on my Louboutins, bitch.” Nicolette grabbed for her favorite black and red makeup brushes and set to work after priming Alexa’s face and fanning it so it might dry a little quicker.

At one point, she happened to glance down as the light caught on little flecks of red dotting her cleavage and she rolled her eyes in disdain. “Could you have gone elsewhere to open the damned card, Bliss?” with a pout.

Alexa gave a giggling shrug and shook her head no as Nikki Cross peeked in. “Thought ah ‘eard yellin.”

“It was Bliss. I told her to leave the glitter bomb card in my locker alone. She refused. Now we’re having to redo her entire face and not even ten minutes before the three of us all have to go down to the damn ring and face against Bayley and Sasha and their mysterious third.” Nicolette rolled her eyes and laughed softly, giving her friend a fond smile as she finished up with Alexa’s makeup.

“You’ve got glitter on your titties.” Alexa nodded at Nicolette’s cleavage and smirked at her friend.

“I noticed.” Nicolette replied dryly, grumbling as she grabbed for a makeup wipe and tried to get the sparkly red flecks off her skin.

Their theme music hit and the three of them made their way down to the ring, trying not to laugh about the whole incident as they did their promo against Bayley and Sasha and their mystery partner for the night.

–

“So, wot are yer big plans for t’night?” Nikki asked Nicolette.

“Well, as soon as we get back to the hotel and I’m out of these shoes, I’m going to change and go to Target.” Nicolette was already wiggling her feet free from the heels and giving a sharp hiss as she raised her foot and flexed her toes to give them room to breathe at last. “I will never.. And I mean ever.. Wear a brand new pair of heels without breaking them in first. Regardless of how good they may or may not make my ass look.”

“Oh come on! Come out with us.” Alexa was trying again to talk her into going out to a nightclub but Nicolette just wasn’t feeling it; especially not on  Valentine’s day. No, she’d really rather not.

“I’d really rather not tonight…” Nicolette shrugged and Nikki eyed her, smirking.

“She’s got ‘erself a date.”

“If by date you mean Silence Of The Lambs, a bottle of wine and discounted Godiva chocolates, then yeah.. Yeah I do have a date.” Nicolette gave a smirk as Alexa eyed her. “You really hate Valentine’s day. This isn’t just a way to be contrary, you genuinely dislike it. Why though?”

“Because it’s bullshit. If you can’t love someone the entire year, why make a big fucking deal out of one day?” Nicolette shrugged as their SUV pulled to a stop in the parking lot of the hotel. She got out, stretching and grabbing her luggage from the back of the SUV, starting her walk towards the hotel lobby.

About halfway across the parking lot, she heard her name being shouted. She ignored it, kept walking. But just as she got to the doors, she felt a strong tap to her shoulder and she turned to find herself surrounded by Bo Dallas, Curtis Axel and Heath Slater.

“Boys. Hi.” Nicolette looked from man to man, her gaze lingering a second or two longer on Curtis as she gave hints of a teasing grin.

Curtis felt Heath nudging his elbow into his side and he cleared his throat, smirking as he held out a pair of bright red lace and a black lace bra. Heath snickered and Curtis spoke up. “These fell out of your bag. Fancy.”

“Oh my god.” Bo palmed his face and shook his head. Heath snickered at Curtis and Curtis gave a shrug, flashing that smirk at Nicolette as he held out the panties and bra to her. Nicolette reached for them, her hand brushing his and quickly pulling them free from his grasp. “Well they better be, I mean they’re fucking Agent Provocateur.”

Curtis chuckled and shrugged, gave her a blank look. “Either way, they fell on the pavement.” he raked his hand over the top of his head, biting his lip as he found his eyes fixed on her eyes. An almost milk chocolate-colored, he could’ve easily stood there staring at her all night, but somehow, he got the sense that she’d only be annoyed by it and that to an extent, she was used to it and hated it. “Happy Valentines Day.” he muttered the words and she gave a roll of her eyes.

It had him curious. She had him curious, actually. He’d never particularly paid her any certain amount of attention before, but right now? She had his full and undivided attention. At the very least, she seemed to be of a similar mindset to him in regards to Valentines.

“Discount chocolate day is better.” Nicolette quipped, biting her lip as she found herself kind of lingering her gaze on his mouth. The feel of his hand against her hand a few seconds before had been.. Unexpected but not entirely disliked either. She’d die before admitting it, of course, but the fact remained. Now that she was up close and personal with Curtis Axel, the man did have her intrigued just a little bit. “Is that all, Curtis?”

“Yeah.” Curtis managed to cough out the word because it suddenly hit him that at some point during their little exchange, she’d stepped closer and so had he and somehow, neither of them seemed to notice. However, he couldn’t help but notice that the second she did, she quickly stepped back and straightened herself up.

It made him smirk a little because that little flash in those eyes of hers told the tale clearly. He’d done something, he’d had some sort of effect on her.

“Well, I’m going in now.” Nicolette turned on her heels and slunk away and Curtis stared after her almost to a point where Heath reached out and lightly smacked him right in the back of his head. Bo cleared his throat, gesturing at the doors to the lobby. “Well?” Bo asked with a curious gleam in his eyes, “Aren’t you going to at least go say something else?”

“Nah. I got shit to do.” Curtis shrugged it off.

“Right.. Your plan of going up to your suite and shutting yourself in.”

“Still say you oughta come out with us, buddy.”

“I’d rather not.. Not tonight. Too much syrupy sweet shit. I don’t wanna bear witness to it.” Curtis rubbed his chin in thought, still staring intently at the lobby doors.

–

“Okay, let’s see here. I’ve got the wine.. I’ve got all the stuff to make myself fettuccine alfredo, I’ve got myself my favorite gelato, now let’s see if they have the chocolates marked down..” Nicolette turned the corner of the Valentine’s clearance aisle and smirked as her eyes settled on the Godiva chocolates on the top shelf. In her distraction, she managed to push her cart right into another cart.

Curtis grumbled and looked up from the box of dark chocolates he’d been thinking of buying, prepared to glare at whoever rammed him. When he saw Nicolette standing there, scrolling through her cell phone, he smirked to himself.

She’d changed clothes. Gone was the little black leather mini skirt and the low cut white v neck blouse. And gone were the heels.

… she’s so fucking tiny… the thought crawled across his mind lazily and he smirked just a little more.

He cleared his throat and spoke up, flashing her that smirk the entire time. “We have got to stop meeting like this. People are going to talk.”

Nicolette eyed Curtis with a raised brow. She smirked just slightly, shrugging. “Let them talk then. I’m just here to get stuff to cook tonight.”

“And wine, apparently.” Curtis chuckled.

Nicolette’s eyes settled on the case of beer and the juicy porterhouse steaks in his own cart and she felt her mouth-watering a little. Suddenly, just having fettuccine Alfredo, wine and chocolate was not nearly as filling as she’d originally thought.

“I mean speak for yourself, you’re the one who has a case of glorified horse piss in their own cart.”

“Beer is not that bad. It’s not fruity.”

“Exactly. It’s bitter and gross and it smells like an old gym sock.” Nicolette teased, her eyes darting over him while he was rifling through the boxes on the shelf in front of them. Her own eyes settled upwards, towards the top shelf chocolates.

The Godiva white chocolate truffles, to be precise.

Rather than ask for help, she gripped the shelf above her head and stepped onto the lowest shelf. From beside her, Curtis happened to glance up from the box of Hershey’s dark in his hand just in time to see her trying to reach for the box of white chocolate Godiva over her head. He snickered and stepped up, one hand bracing her lower back and the other reaching up, grabbing it lazily.

“Your overpriced glorified vanilla.” Curtis quipped as he held it out to her and watched her do it again, step away from him a little too quickly while staring just a little too long and biting that pouty little lower lip. “It’s not vanilla. I mean, at any rate, it’s better than Cella’s.”

“Oh god, anything is better than Cella’s. Cella’s is disappointment in a box.” Curtis spoke up quietly, stepping closer all over again, mostly just to see what she’d do. She stepped away, giving him a raised brow. But she smirked and nodded.

Her eyes settled on his steaks for a third time and he just wasn’t the kind of guy to not at least offer, so he spoke up. “You’re going to starve with all those empty calories, princess. How about you let me cook you an actual meal, yeah?”

“My name is Nicolette.” Nicolette made a point to say it, even though she was more than a little affected by the nickname.

“Oh, but I think you’ve made it blatantly obvious princess suits you better.” Curtis was stepping a little closer again. She backed away, eyeing him, her mouth opening and closing. Clearly, she wasn’t used to a man holding their own against her little tactics.

“I did no such thing!” Nicolette was doing her best to seem offended. Even as the heat rose to her cheeks and she felt her thighs clench tighter than if they’d been bound by molasses.

Curtis caught that little look in her eyes and smirked, his eyes flickering over her body and an amused gleam in his own eyes. “Just save us both the hassle and give in. No catch. No expectations. Or are you too scared, hm?”

“Oh, I’m not scared at all. Fine. I accept your dinner proposal. Only if you let me make the Alfredo I was planning to make too. Hell, I’ll even throw a little culture into the mix for you in the form of this red wine.”

“You can honestly keep your wine, princess. But I will let you make your alfredo.”

Nicolette was left gaping as soon as he walked towards the register, stopping at the end of the aisle to wait on her, chuckling to himself.

How the fuck had he gotten her to agree to a dinner date?

“Hope he knows I am not getting dressed up all over again… Okay, maybe just a little.. My silk pajamas..” Nicolette mused to herself as she started to push the cart to catch up to him.

“You’re something else, sir.”

“Sir, huh?” Curtis stopped pushing his cart towards the self-check lane to look back at her. “It’s Curtis.”

“Well, Curtis. Are you opposed to Silence Of The Lambs? Because I always watch that on.. This particular hell day.”

“It puts the lotion on it’s skin or else it gets the hose again.” Curtis chuckled as he quoted the line from the movie. Nicolette gave a quiet giggle and added, “A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.”

“This is going to be an interesting night, I’m guessing?” Curtis remarked as he rang up the steaks, his chocolates and the pint of rocky road he’d gotten himself and the case of beer. Nicolette rang up her own purchases and after a few seconds, she had to agree. “I think so. It’s better than me, picking apart the movie all by myself I suppose.”

“You’re just not willing to admit that maybe it’ll be fun, huh?” Curtis smirked as he met her gaze.

“Ask me after it’s all over.”

“Noted.”

[soaringlanddormitory]

After "Thoughts" I just wanna see Dai being happy (ㄒoㄒ) Can we get some of his shipping antics?? Like maybe the mock marriage or something else? If that's okay with you (つ﹏

Of course it’s okay!!

Dai had no idea on what he could do. Moments like this, he regretted only asking for a thousand of dollars for that… deal. He was bored beyond belief, and he wish that he had something more fun to do, but all he could do was patiently wait for everyone to come back from a mission. He was assigned to deal with information, and he did as they said. His job was done- so now he had nothing to do.

He huffed before jumping on the couch and he heard someone scream. It was a happy kind of scream, but this was enough for him to fall off the couch he just sat on. “What the fuck…?” He whispered underneath his breath, and suddenly someone came in the room with sparkles in her eyes. She ended up throwing a couple of books, or more accurately- albums at the male.

“Dai-kun! Dai-kun! Death, O, Death!” Her golden eyes were filled with joy, even if her doings may have been considered pretty violent… This was nothing compared to those knife stabs or gun shots, but the pure force of albums hitting him did hurt quite a bit. “I found a bunch of albums of me and Sakda! Sakda didn’t allow me to go in because he told me he’d be too distracted, my son isn’t here to hear the story of how he was born for the 48th time so I want to talk to you instead!”

Well, at least this would be less boring than sitting on the same damn cough for a couple of hours. A sly smile appeared on the face of Dai before he nodded. “Of course, Misses Chankul.” He did appreciate the woman, and he really felt as if she was now his new mother figure. With that, the female sat beside him before opening the album which revealed a wedding dress. 

“This was my wedding dress!” She clasped her hands together. “It took me months to find the perfect one!” She began nudging the male. “But I bet if my son had a fiance, we’d be able to find the perfect dress no matter how expensive it is! Hanako-chan can literally have my entire life savings if she needs it!”

Dai ended up bursting out laughing, and he was able to complete the mystery of why Kaoru always ended up leaving a room with a red face when his mom was around. “Well damn, if it’s for those two to get married then I’m willing to even give my life for it.” The joke may have been pretty dark, but the two ended up laughing about it.

The whole day only contained them talking to one another, sharing stories and an idea that came in the head of the well-known matchmaker.

“Is my outfit complete?” A woman was present inside the room, her hair tied to a braid… That wasn’t something that was considered new, but there was something that made it “new”. She was currently wearing a long white dress and even a veil. She also had a bouquet of flowers at hand. There was a blush across her cheeks, a bit flustered of what she was wearing.

She didn’t expect a mission to be like this… but knowing how much is going on, it wasn’t something she should be surprised about. “I believe so.” A ginger replied, a grin on his face. “Misses Eizan, you look amazing! But I think it’s complete.” He seemed excited about the whole thing. “I never expected that even my heart will skip a couple of times by seeing you like this… I’m not even in love with you! What a shocker.” 

“Shut up.” She didn’t have any coldness in those two words, and she didn’t have a glare. In fact, she was blushing even more- and she wished that she would be able to take off that stupid disguise already. “Just… lead me to wherever. I want this to be over quick.” She began clutching the bouquet of flowers tightly, her face still red.

He laughed before leading her outside the room. “Alright, alright! I’ll make sure to lead you right away!” He simply went out the room, and there were a couple of people present there- wearing suits and some dresses. “Oh wow, we’re all prepared!”

“Leader, if you make me wear a dress again… I’m making you wear something more embarrassing.” One of his members who was more known as “Raven” stated this threat, her hands covering her face. “I can’t believe we’re doing this for such a reason.”

Nene raised an eyebrow, wondering why she’d give this kind of threat. “It’s a mission, so I don’t see why we should complain… All the women look like bridesmaids and the men look like groom’s men. It feels like a perfect disguise.” She stated and everyone began eyeing the person in front of her then back at her. “Why are you all staring?”

“… Does she not know, Death?” The person who threatened her own leader questioned and he only whistled innocently. “Oh my god… Did you lie to her?!”

“It’s not a lie!” Dai raised his two arms in the air, as if he was going to surrender. “It really is a mission. But not a mission she was expecting.”

Nene paused for a moment before glaring at the male. “… Death, what is this all about?” 

Before he was able to answer, the door was kicked open by one of the other gang leaders, and it was no other than Kaoru Atitarn- but he was called Aroon most of the time. “You know how y’all go “Here comes the bride!” be ready for… Here comes the groom!”

There was a man with glasses that was behind the male, and he looked slightly angry. “I can’t believe you told me to get out of my usual routine to come in this damn-” He wasn’t able to continue his words because his eyes landed on the woman wearing a wedding dress. His eyes begin to widen, and a blush came across his cheeks. He was too speechless to even say a thing, but all he did was punch Kaoru on the side- but instead of showing any kind of “hurt” he only chuckled- showing amusement.

“Nene… you…” Eizan couldn’t form his words well, but his face went red. He ended up turning around. He didn’t end up saying what he wanted to say, but instead. “Who the fuck planned this?!” He yells and everyone instantly pointed their fingers at the gang leaders of LA5T 5HOT5 and X-terminate, depending on who told them what to wear. 

“Well you see, I don’t want to take the credit!” Kaoru held his side, still feeling the sting. “So I have to say this, Death was the one who planned it all.” He gestured to Dai, looking very proud of one of his closest friends. “I only helped him spread the word, isn’t that right?”

Dai ended up placing his hands on his hips, a grin on his face. “And Aroon is totally right. It was no other than I!” He loved the fact that Nene fell for his tricks, that Eizan was always wearing a suit and he somehow made everyone agree to wear those kinds of clothes… The plan was completely perfect, and for the first time- it was his own plan!

“I’m getting out of this dress.” Nene mutters, her face bright as hell because she actually fell for the whole thing. Before she went back in the room, Kuga blocked her way- jumping at the door and blocking her path.

“No, Misses Grouch! Nu-uh! You’re going to stay whether you want to or not!”

“Die.”

“It didn’t happen!”

Eizan was busy arguing with Aroon, even attempting to shoot him a couple of times, while Nene and Kuga were currently having a little argument, and she hated how he won’t even move a bit. 

The chaos temporarily stopped once someone went in with a wedding cake. “... Wedding cake is done, I made it with the ingredients given to me... I had to also buy extra things so you can see a tiny Eizan and Nene on top of the cake...”

“Now Eizan... Can you really waste your money on this? Nene, can you place all Gaia’s work to nothing?” Dai crossed his arms and puffed his chest out, knowing that they can’t. The two ended up sending glares at him and he winked. “Checkmate, I win!”

[queeniev]

She is the Ultimate Queen - Chapter 1 (bnha x reader)

Quick little note before we begin: I may be slow with updating since I am a senior in high school, and I may have to re-watch some of the episodes to clearly get the info right. I don’t have any access to the manga which is depressing but I’m working with what I’ve got! P.s this is essentially a “filler” the real action and explanation of your quirk is during chapter 2 :)

-chapter starts now-

I can hear a distant beeping coming from my right, I slowly open my (e/c) eyes and glance over at my nightstand to see my phone screen alit, stating “wake up dumbass”. I grouchely hit the stop button and lay back down again stretching and rubbing my eyes, wondering if I “slept in” would my mom let me stay home?

I then jolt up in happiness as I remember I was accepted into U.A. I smile in glee at the memory of All Might telling me that I got 40 villain points and 32 rescue points, making my total score a 72. I was third, only behind two guys; from what I remember their names were Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Ejirou. They must be incredibly strong to get first and second place.

I actually got a recommendation, but I decided to to the exams because why the hell not! I had nothing else better to do.

I quickly get up and haphazardly get dressed, my blazer is on but not buttoned, my tie is a complete mess; I’ll have to ask mom for help, my long black socks are bunched up and I don’t even know what’s going on with my hair. I then walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and fix everything that’s wrong so that I can at least look presentable, but to no avail that stupid tie hates me and I hate this stupid tie.

I grab my backpack and hurriedly go down the flight of stairs. I can hear my mom and dad snickering at my actions, causing me to smile.

I grab a peach from the fridge and kiss my parents goodbye, my dad kisses my cheek and tells me to have a good day at school, I chuckle, twisting my body halfway to look back at him and say “I’ll try”, while my mom adjusts my tie. I then leave the house to begin my hero life that awaits me.

-timeskip to finally get to the part everyone wants-

I reach the gates of U.A with a smile on my face, I’ve been smiling so much that my cheeks hurt, but I don’t care.

I practically skip inside to get my timetable to see where my classes are. I look to see what my home room is and all I see is “Class: 1-A, Teacher: Aizawa Shouta, Alias: Eraserhead.” I gasp in shock at the name, he’s the one who recommended me! (Idk if this is true but I’m putting here so the reasoning makes sense) I completely forgot! The teachers of U.A get to look at our previous school records and the exam we did a week ago to determine if they want to recommend you or not, I must’ve don’t pretty good to get Eraserheads recommendation.

Not gonna lie, I got a little lost trying to figure out where 1-A was but I eventually found it. Let me tell you, the door for that classroom is humongous, but why, what’s the point; y’know what, never mind.

I somehow open the large door with ease and quietly walk in. I see a bulky guy wearing glasses come up to me in a very formal way and state “My name is Iida Tenya, welcome!” He slightly smiles at the end of his sentence and riggedly puts down his arm for a handshake, I smile and reply “My name is (L/n) (Y/n), I hope we can become friends!” I firmly grasp his hand in a proper handshake as if to say “I actually care about meeting you”

We quickly break apart because of two excited girls. One is extremely pink with fluffy hair and small yellow horns, while the other girl is completely invisible. They pull me into a hug and yell “THERE’S ANOTHER GIRL, HALLELUJAH!” I laugh loudly at their exclamation, I look around and understand why they said that, a good 3/4 of this class is guys; talk about testosterone.

They let me go and introduce themselves in a loud, excited way. “My name is Mina Ashido, but you can call me Mina!” The pink one says. I go to shake her hand but she pulls me into a hug stating “We’re friends now, we gotta stick together to preserve the estrogen in this class” I laugh at the jokingly disgusted look on her face and tell her my name. The invisible girl squishes herself into the mix by holding onto to one of my shoulders and one of Minas jumping; while cheering “My name is Hagakure Toru, pleasure to meet’cha!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a yellow sleeping bag emerge from no where. The bag slowly moves upwards until you see a man in his mid 20s - early 30s unzip the bag while complaining “it took you all 6 seconds to quiet down, now find your seats and lets begin”

All of us quickly find a seat and shut up. Turns out I’m sat next to a blonde guy with striking red eyes. I think to myself with a flush on my face ‘He’s really attractive, oh my god!’

He barely pays me any attention as he’s just aggressively looking out the window. What caught all of our attention is when Aizawa-Sensei drawled “go put your p.e uniforms on, we’re doing a quirk apprehension test. If you get last place, you will be expelled from U.A”

All of our eyes widen as we think the same thing

“WHAT!!!”

Another note: I now have a masterlist that I will be updating when I post a new part, downside is I don’t have a laptop so I’m writing all of this on my phone until I get home at around 2:40 so I hope you don’t mind. P.s all of the hashtags are possible love interests, if you want to see someone else added, comment! :)

[owlbean]

Do you have any yu-gi-oh ships? :0

DO I

Oh man oh man um hmm see the thing is I am a total multishipper who just wants the entire squad to snuggle together bUUUT if I’m gonna list some of my favs here have a cut because I’m going knee deep into this

ALSO this only applies to the first series since I haven’t seen 5Ds in a long time and I’ve NEVER seen the other ones. But canon gays from Zexal get my absolute approval.

Battleshipping is this massive fave of mine because I just…i love the dynamics in it so much. Jonouchi is a big doof with a bigger heart, Yuugi is just too damn sweet and wonderful for this world, and Seto is a complete disaster man thats probably on 7 different anxiety medications but still manages to look like he’s got it all together. Seto has no idea how he fell in love with these two losers but he fucking did, and Jonouchi sometimes feels like he doesn’t deserve his boyos but they love him so muchhhh. I feel like Seto dresses them both real nice and takes them out to nice dinners and pays for their meals and grouches the whole time how he’s not a sugar daddy shut up Jou and just…all the individual pair variations of this ship are good too tho, Jonouchi means so much to me I just want him to be happy

I will totally admit that YGOTAS was what sparked my love of Thiefshipping but both variations of it are fantastic and completely unhealthy and terrible. Like in canon I see it as this bitter hookup that lasted a grand total of one night and neither enjoyed it because they were too focused on ruining it for the other person, but YGOTAS hits that sweet spot of “two evil people in an alliance hating each other so damn much” that is my terrible disgusting jam. The “insufferable twink vs literally evil incarnate” dynamic is one of those concepts that makes me laugh so it gets my thumbs up.

Plus Citronshipping is just the two objectively best character designs put together soooo

For an actual relationship where my guy Malik is happy and coping in a healthy way, Angstshipping. Always forever. I have a total guilty pleasure for Ruseshipping but seeing as Rishid is a compulsive placater who allows Malik to get away with actual literal murder I don’t think it’s as healthy.

POLY CRUSHSHIPPING. I fucking love it. Let Shizuka have two boyfriends that worship the ground she walks on, she deserves it.

I always just imagine Mai and Ishizu being high femme and dumping all these losers to go have coffee together, if that ship has a name tell me because I need it.

As for Atem he’s just one of those casually pansexual prince types. He has no concept of settling and is “going steady” with Set, Mana, Mahad and probably several others all at the same time. But Puzzleshipping is really genuinely sweet and I love how their dynamic grows and changes. Their connection is the cornerstone of the series and I love seeing Atem gradually grow to give a shit about other people and being genuinely horrified when Yuugi is in distress it’s so good.

Like I said, multishipper. I’m also a complete Ishtar Family stan and I want them to be happy. So make me a ship where everyone drinks that Appreciating The Ishtar Clan juice.

[drblueneck]

Jagged Pieces - A glimpse into Minato and Kujin’s friendship (Part 2)

Black Rabbit-san and Mavis said on ffnet something along the lines of: “You know, some part of me thinks that male Kushina is gay for Minato” – you may be right, you may be wrong. Who knows what goes through Kujin’s head half of the time! Here is a little drabble for ya all! Enjoy :)

  Drinking with Kujin was never a good idea: the red leech would become even more of a parasite, clinging to Minato’s body like an octopus with the strength of a boa, all the while switching between singing off-key about love and whining about random things – such as the poor quality of wire strings or the lack of meat buns at a new food truck he hit the week before.

The worst was that Minato would indulge him, too drunk and tired to really fight off the ridiculously buff man – these were the moments when the blond would wish he was physically more built than his friend. At least, when sober, he could kick his ass in less than ten seconds…

And so this is how he found himself wearily dragging his feet back home, already thinking about his plush bed and Naruto’s dulcet screeches, berating him for coming home past midnight, trying to forget about the redhead attached to his back like a baby koala – which was no easy task.

“Minaaaaatooooo,” Kujin moaned right in the man’s ear.

When no reply came, Kujin’s fingers crawled into Minato’s hair and grabbed a handful of locks in tight fists. He then proceeded to use them as he would reins on a horse, jerking the man’s head up and down, right and left, punctuating each shove with a whiny “Minato”.

“What?” the blond finally sighed, having trouble seeing straight after the rough treatment.

Warm fingers trailed down the blond’s cheeks, followed by equally warm but clammy palms brutally smooching them together. No reaction.

“Minaaaatoooo… You’re nice to everybody but meeee!!” Kujin whined, forcing his friend’s lips open and close, as if playing with a dead fish’s mouth.

His hands were batted away as Minato massaged his abused face, trying to remember if he was supposed to turn right or left. The Uzumaki tugged on his hair, guiding him to the left. He followed without asking questions, and yelped when two bare feet dug viciously under his ribs.

“You didn’t say anything, asshole,” the redhead pouted, his arms getting uncomfortably tight around the Namikaze’s neck.

“Cause I’m not nice,” the blond man drawled sleepily.

They both studiously ignored the fact that instead of letting the Uzumaki back at the pub with no shoes and barely able to walk, he went out of his way to bring his friend back to his own flat, in the opposite direction from where he lived.

“Ya should be nice ta me, though! I’m ya best friend, dick.” There was just a sigh and Kujin tightened his partial chokehold. “You like me, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Minato said through a yawn, fully relaxed despite the impending danger his throat was in. “Like a brother.”

And there went the high pitch whine Minato had been trying to avoid all night long. Kujin kicked his legs and arms, tugging harshly at the blond’s hair.

“Miiii-naaaa-tooooo! I don’t wanna be your brother – you treat ‘em like shit!”

“What do you want to be then?”

Kujin bounced excitedly on Minao’s back, and he knew that he’s have to stay in bed tomorrow morning to nurse his poor spine back to health. Sometimes, he felt older than his 23 years…

“Your wife! Duuude, you treat Naruto-chan so nicely, I’m jealous!”

Minato actually stumbled at the words before righting himself and trying to make sense of his friend’s words.

“Yeah, well… she bore me a child.”

Even though he couldn’t see him, Minato knew Kujin was pouting.

“So what?” the redhead grouched. “If I give you a kid, you’d be nicer to me?”

Indulging his friend just to shut him up, the blond nodded. “Yep. Basically.”

Kujin pumped his fists up, crying “Alright!” with all his might. There was determination in his voice as he urged his friend to go faster towards his flat. “We have a baby to make, dude!”

Silence. Then a sigh followed as Minato continued to walk at his leisured pace.

“Kujin.”

“What?”

“You’re a man, Kujin. You can’t have babies, Kujin.”

An outraged exclamation was his answer, followed by more hair-tugging and an old civilian banging his window open to yell at them to shut up. Kujin didn’t care one bit.

“Is that a challenge?! Is it? I accept it, Minato! I can pull off everything. Just watch!”

“I’m not having sex with you, Kujin…” came the weary voice of his fellow shinobi.

“Come on! How am I supposed to beat that challenge without your dick being involved? How?!”

Another sigh. “Shut up, Kujin…”

A grumble, then the Uzumaki finally settled , arms loose around Minato’s neck. “I’m totally having your baby, man. And you’re totally gonna treat me like your wife. Ha! Your other wife is gonna be so jealous….”

He should really, really trop drinking with the red leech.

Naruto-san will laugh at me for years if people find out… I hope nobody heard us…

Two days later, Naruto just stared at him, then back at her Kunoichi Weekly, then back at him, and smirked.

“So,” she drawled, dark blue eyes alight with mirth, “apparently, Kujin decided to change sex just so you could elope and have kids together?”

Minato’s glass broke in his hold and he glared at the trashy periodic where he knew some of Jiraiya’s short stories were published. One day, he’d burn the printing building to ashes. But he’d first beat to a pulp the informant working for his mentor.

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(Imagine Minato’s and Kujin’s reactions if they one day learn about Naruto being their love child from another dimension. Hilarious. Kujin would totally call it a win and demand to be treated AT LEAST as Minato’s mistress. And Naruto would just stand there and be like, “Yeah Minato, that’s no way to treat your man-wife, you bastard. Take responsibility!” They make one fun trio…)

But, for real, to answer the question: Kujin is definitely into boobs, though he’s an adventurous mofo, so he wouldn’t be opposed to try the D at least once. Or twice. Or more. He just likes sex a lot. And let’s be real, if Minato would ask for a good boning? Kujin would be the first one ass naked and ready for action, like “I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE, MODAFUCKAS! MINATO, HERE! TAKE MY ASS VIRGINITY! DO NOT BE GENTLE.” Because Minato is special like that. (So yeah, he’s just really devoted to his friend, to such an extent that it can become creepy fairly quick. But creepy Kujin is too funny to hate IMO.) In fact, if Kujin had to settle down with anybody, his first choice would’ve definitely been Minato. Not because he’s in love with him, but because Minato is his dearest friend, and that like me, he thinks that marrying a really good friend may be better than to actually take a dive into the world of Love and possibly get hurt in the long run. His ideal lover would be his best friend. And it so happens that Minato is the said best friend.

Aaaand because homoeroticism is really fun to write. I admit. Sue me. (But honestly, you really can’t help it when you major in literature and you spend half your time reading and studying novels from the 1700s-1800s where male friendship was pretty… suggestive.)

TL;DR: No, he’s not in love with Minato, I just like to push the BROmance to the extreme because it’s fun to rile up the readers.

(This could be considered as Part 1 of this impromptu series)

[chickenstab]

Will you tell us more about your OCs? What are their stories?

i’m pissed off and grumpy and i’m gonna make this 10000x longer than it needs to be specifically to piss off the anon that wanted me to stop sharing my art of my characters so here goes

This guy’s name is Teddy. He’s the nicest person you’ll ever meet. He likes puppies and space and snuggling. 

When he was 15, he moved from Chile to the US, where he and his family now reside. However, upon turning 18, he has since moved out to a town over. He still keeps in contact with his parents nearly every day, and he loves them plenty. His parents worked very hard to be able to afford those arms of his. He didn’t want to burden them any further, so as soon as he got them at the age of 17, he immediately started working towards living on his own.

He’s a very hard and committed worker. He has tried very hard to become fluent in English since he’s moved to the US. Spanish is his first language! Living in a small secluded area meant he never had the need to learn English as a second language early on, so it’s still a struggle for him sometimes. But look at him now! 21 and fluent.

Also, remember when I mentioned his arms? Do you see?? have you noticed???? he has robot arms. Wow! This is because he does not have real arms. Not anymore, at least. He lost them when he was 12. Unfortunately for Teddy, the touchy and contact heavy person that he is, he cannot feel with his robotic arms. So he’s a very sad man. In fact, he’s very hesitant to touch things at all, even if he cannot feel what he may want to touch.

He’s not allowed to touch the dogs at work. He works at an animal shelter, doing heavy lifting in the back. He can lift a lot of things because of his arms! Such a strong boy! But in turn, he needs to keep his body mass up to support the weight and constant stress of his arms. So he’s got a nice bod. Whoever he’s dating must feel very lucky.

This is Hazel. He’s feels very lucky, because he’s dating Teddy. However, every other aspect of his life he’s not as keen on. He’s a very grumpy man.

Hazel is not 100% my own character. He was created by my friend. This does not mean I love him any less. If anything, I probably draw him the most. He probably wouldn’t like that fact if he knew it, though. Because he’s, as previously stated, a grouch. He gets into fights, he hates most of the people he lives with, and he’s known to seclude himself from time to time. To most people, he might seem like an elusive asshole.

But, this doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a nice side. Aside from being a bit rowdy, he’s a rather caring person underneath. So long as he cares for you, he will turn out to be a rather attentive listener, and will fight on your behalf. He’s not a very good fighter, for as many fights as he gets into, so let’s hope that doesn’t happen. 

Speaking of fighting, and just in general being rather bad at it– He’s a man to worry about! Always coming home with a black eye or a broken nose. Who wouldn’t want to care about him? I certainly would!

While not as much of a softy as his boyfriend, he is probably the most physically softest boy around. Look at him! Such fluffy hair! Such poofy clothes! And his skin??? oh, BABY BUTT SOFT! Such a pleasant man to look at. (Just don’t stare for too long, because he’ll probably punch you)

This lovely man’s name is Harley. He’s tall and doesn’t say much, and he’s always coughing for some reason. He’s also quite the memer.

He doesn’t have much to do with the other two, other than the fact that he lives under the same roof as them. He lives in a house with five other people! Wow! That’s a lot! While in his own home, he’s well known, he’s probably not seen too often. Moreso because he tends to be very quiet. But boy, when he’s around, it’s hard not to see him! Long limbs and a flowing red scarf? Hard to miss, for sure.

While his sense of fashion is questionable to say the least, his sense of humor is even more so one to remember. While deadpan and stoic, he’ll deliver the dankest, absolutely moisture promoting memes that’ll ever pass through your ears. If you need to know the latest meme, he’s your guy.

And obviously his library of memes have attracted quite the crowd. Everybody’s dropping their pants for this guy, for reasons unbeknownst to me past the fact that he’s the meme king. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was bangin’ someone in the house right now. (spoiler: he is and she’s a total babe, and sucker for his memes.)

This is not the total babe that’s banging Harley.. Sorry to get your hopes up. However, she is a babe on her own, and her name is Candy. She’s sweet and energetic, and she believes in you.

She’s a close friend of Teddy’s, and even works the same place and job as him! Though lacking in the robotic strength department, she’s stout and has a lot more muscle than you might think. So don’t worry, she’s qualified for the job. She, again like Teddy, is a lover of dogs and animals in general.

She’s not part of the same household, but she’s lived in the same town all of her life, and she even got her own dog from the shelter!

Her dog’s name is Noodle. Yes, she’s getting a spot on this because Noodle is very important. She’s a beagle and she likes eating cardboard boxes. She is the most important character in this universe.

This is Nova. She’s 4′9 and 18 years old. She’s often mistaken for being twelve. Sometimes younger. But she takes that as a compliment! Everything’s a compliment to her. Criticism is always constructive in her mind.

She loves colorful things and drawing with her friends. Giggly and finds the most odd things fun and joyful, one might say she’s the epitome of an LOL so R4NDUM xD! girl. And she probably is. But she finds comfort in the things she likes and does, so nobody judges her on it. In fact, all of her friends celebrate such a feat! All of her friends are a little bit out there, and they all love each other.

She, like Candy, does not live under the same roof as the first three. It seems like the other three who live under that household will forever be a mystery.

Speaking of mysteries– Nova loves a good mystery! Catch her and her friends inspecting rocks on the ground in search of a crumbling forgotten tomb of the undead. She’d never go inside it, but she’d love to take pictures of it to share with others! She thinks of herself as an adventurer, even if she doesn’t like putting herself in danger. She believes that you don’t need to be in harms way to have fun and explore!

This gal’s name is Salmon. She’s loud and rambunctious, and if you look into a body of water long enough, she’ll emerge from it wresting a fish no doubt.

She’s hard of hearing, but spending a majority of her time in and underwater, she forgets that she ever is. And when she’s not, she’ll be sure to let you know to speak up. Aggressively so. She’s just an aggressive person in general.

Unlike Nova, Salmon is the definition of danger. She’s feisty and loves exploring, and she’ll be the first of your friends to fight a large fish for dominance. She’ll probably win, too.

She’s not really purely friends with one or two people. She’s always just sort of around whether you know her personally or not. Catch her a state away showing a leg on the side of the road to get back home. She knows she’s a sizzling masterpiece and she’ll use that to her advantage to get back home. It’s happened more than once.

Who the fuck is this??? I don’t know! He doesn’t even have a name but I liked how I drew him so I made a post with a picture of him in it. So now I’m going to give him an entire character and personality just out of spite.

His name is Leaf and he’s another one of Teddy’s friends. He enjoys wearing banana suits atop windy roofs of 10 story apartments. Why? For the thrill.

He’s never worn the same outfit twice. Or at least nobody’s ever seen it. He frequents the town’s beloved Super Sally’s Salad Bar, not for the salads but for the delicious other-food they serve. Turns out a salad bar has a lot more in it than plants. I guess it’s like IHOP but even though pancake is in the name, they serve a hell of a lot more than just pancakes.

He’s a food lover, and he always has a snack in his pocket. Whether or not he’ll share with you depends on just how much you’ll do for the sake of a snack. So long as your willing to kill a man, you’re in the clear for his pocket granola.

He’s also the cool friend. Even though he doesn’t seem to work a job that pays much, he always seems to have a lot more money than you’d expect. He’s always getting obscurely neat gifts for his pals. It’s suspicious, but nobody seems to be complaining. Instead everybody is only slightly skeptical of his means.

This is the only picture of him I’ve ever drawn.

If I didn’t have a baby chick shitting on my lap right now I’d be inclined to include even more OCs that I didn’t post yet, but I’ll leave this for all of you guys thank u nd goodnight,. fuck u whoever told me to stop talking about my ocs also.

[joeehiz-blog]

THE UNWELCOME NEW DAWN.

By Pharez Okpere.

I read a recent article by John Mayaki where he gave out one of his now daily dose of falsehood, claiming that Governor Obaseki and members of his Administration had abandone governance in Edo State.  In my candid opinion this is taking propaganda too far,  John Mayaki has transcended from a critic of the government to someone who is now driven by hate, prejudice, and malice. The very reason why nobody should take him serious.

On Saturday, I saw governor Obaseki at the burial ceremony of late  High Chief Onogo Okogie in Benin City, he was in company of the Deputy Governor of the state and some other key members of the executive, these are the same people that John Mayaki maliciously accused of deserting the state.

Governor Obaseki was in UNGA last week where he was commended for EdoBEST (Basic Education Sector Transformation)  an innovative flagship education initiative in Edo State, Nigeria that aims to transform the public education system and improve learning outcomes. This innovative programme ordinarily should excite us, but the likes of Mayaki will attempt to ridicule the very things that they should celebrate.

I cannot remember Governor Obaseki embarking on any personal voyage this year, not even for holidays, so what is the basis of John Mayaki's false accusations?

I know John Mayaki has to do the job for which he has been paid millions, but there is a thick line between genuine criticism and expression of sheer hatred for an administration from which he was relieved of his job as an image maker.

Now let me break it down and look into the complaints and anger against the Governor from some notable members of EPM.

Only recently, the star boy of EPM had made several threats to the Governor in his now weekly release of home made music videos. What is his grouch against Governor Obaseki? His company a registered venture who was in charge of collecting revenue from Oba market and some parks around Benin city was terminated by the state government replaced with a new innovative system that makes it easier for the levies paid by traders to go directly into the state coffers. This has not gone down well with a man who blocked the then dilapidated ugbor amagba road to celebrate one billion naira in his account.

Today, the ugbor amagba road is now undergoing total  reconstruction there is improvement in revenue generated by the state, one mans pains is the peoples gain.

Nobody is harassing, traders in the markets, nobody is throwing away or confiscating items sold by petty traders in the name of trying to squeezed out revenue from them, large chunk of revenue that never got to the state coffers before now.

Nobody is engaging and patronizing thugs to collect revenue for the state. It is clearly a new dawn, but this is an unimaginable and unwelcome new dawn for those who believe that their personal interests supersedes the interest of Edo people.

Let me also remind my readers the harrowing experience it was for Edo people to acquire and develop properties in Benin city, in every part of the city thugs held sway in the name of community development associations, operating with recklessness and promoting gross impunity, today the story is different, there is relative peace for property developers.

The EPM who have now taken the role of the ruling opposition in the state have not been courageous enough to state genuine grievances against the Governor, it has only been one issue of not sharing money to those who helped him to power or abandoning those who worked for him.

They haven't said that Governor Obaseki did not built roads or renovate schools, it is not about performance, but about stomach infrastructure, they are not holding meetings to talk about how to better Edo state, they are not congregating to share ideas on how to reduce our infrastructural deficit, the meetings start and end with songs of hunger and abandonment even though a large number of the members of EPM have been feeding on government money all their political lives, they will never welcome this new dawn.

The EPM will not tell you, that Edo State has emerged second best-performing state in the Nigeria Portfolio Performance Awards organised by the World Bank Nigeria Country Office for state governments and federal institutions.

They will not talk about the fact that Edo state has been commended for the improvement of Technical Education.

They will not tell you that the Uromi Ugboha water project will give 500,000 people acess to  fresh portable water in Esan land something that they haven't had easy acess to in decades.

The EPM and its key actors must redirect their energy, rediscover and develop new ideas, so Edo people will not see it as a hate group of disgruntled members who are unhappy because they couldn't achieve their personal goals of pursuing and promoting their personal interests over the peoples interest and general welfare.

Finally, I say it again that it is a new dawn for Edo state, an Edo state where a Governor will not tell a petty trader to GO AND DIE, a state where opportunities are abound for those who are hard working and creative. A new state that is no lo ger defined by the huge number of thugs that she parades in the city centre.

May God continue to Bless Edo State.

[elsenthal]

Commonwealth Gamekeeper 01

The sun didn't rise yet but, in a small verdant space in the north of the Commonwealth,

“Simon, get up! We've got a lot to do.”

A grumble answered the call from inside the low-ceiling, dull green cabin. Still in his trunks and tank top, a young red-haired man got out scratching his neck, eyes half-closed.

“Can't we just wait for daylight, Jon? I could use a few more hours sleep.”

“No, we can't. You do know we have a better chance to get all the radroaches right before the sunrise. Now get your clothes and we're moving.” Jonathan paused, slightly frowning his eyebrows.  “Comb your hair too. You'll have a hell of a time with the blood if you don't.”

“Oh come on! It'll take hours!”

Jon raised his left eyebrow. “If you want to shave your entire head because you can't detangle those pretty curls of yours after the elimination, be my guest.”

“Ugh, fine! But you'd better make coffee while I get ready!” Without waiting for an answer, Simon entered the cabin and looked for his uniform. He found his moss green shirt at the end of the bed without a problem, along with the brown pants of the National Park Uniform he managed to find, perfectly preserved, years ago. His hat was on the desk, along with the machete and the syringer, but no shoes were in sight. The cabin wasn't that big – there were a bed, a desk and a chest of drawers, nothing more – but he couldn't find his hiking boots anywhere. He stepped outside with a sigh, barefoot.

“Jon.”

“Hmm?”

“Have you seen my boots? I can't find them.”

“Right here. You put them near the fire to make them dry. You don't remember?”

“Well... Yes, I do. It's just... Morning, you know?”

“What I know is that you completely forgot. Again. Thank god you can't get rid of your head.”

Simon and Jonathan drank their coffee and ate some fancy lads, checking if everything was alright for the elimination. They argued a few minutes about the fact Simon should have a proper gun instead of his syringer, but Jon gave up when Simon threatened him with the weapon. They headed to the South, where they knew a nest of radroaches was getting too big for the area. That was the part of the job Simon liked the less. He killed the creatures with a heavy heart, while Jon slaughtered his part humming happily. Those drastic cuts were always a good opportunity to gather resources, either for themselves or to sell in Bunker Hill. Today was meat day and, if they were lucky, they'd find some treasures nearby, like uncommon seedlings they'd be able to grow and reproduce. After they killed all the radroaches, Simon built a stake, mumbling about the pity it was to kill poor innocent beasts before they could invade the entire land or something like that. Jon let him grouch to gather the radroaches' eggs. He wasn't a true believer like Simon was. According to him, the Commonwealth was dangerous enough without them making sure a baby mirelurk could get to the sea and become some crazy mirelurk queen, but yet, the pay was good. This, along with Simon being his best friend, was the only reason to continue wearing that stupid uniform. Within the nest, he found an odd-looking root, half eaten. He put it in his pocket and went back to the stake. They burned all the corpses and eggs, eating some grilled meat while the fire extinguished itself. Simon insisted that they couldn't leave with the fire on, as it could spread and destroy the ecosystem. They were back at the cabins around midday and gathered the goods they had to sell in town.

“For once in a while, we could go to Bunker Hill. I mean, it's been several weeks since the last time you saw your sister, and the caravanners may have some fresh news they won't have in Goodneighbor.” “You mean it's been a while since you saw my sister, Jon.” A gently mocking smile appeared on Simon's lips. “But you're right. Besides, we need to see Eric about that seedling you found.” The sun was low on the horizon when they finally made it to Bunker Hill. Simon headed right to Eric's office while Jon stopped with the supplies at Wendy's shop.

“Hey, Doc!” Simon smiled at the tall scientist.

“Simon. Been a while. Do you have something new for me?”

“Well actually...” He showed him the root, only to see excitement illuminate Eric's dark eyes.

“I've only seen that root in books before! Do you even know what it is?” Eric didn't even give time to Simon to answer. “It's ginger! You found actual ginger! Oh man, I can't wait to take cuttings and make experiments on it. We'll probably not be able to get caps from it right away, but as soon as the shoots will be stable, I know several caravanners who'll be more than happy to buy some.”

Simon took a seat, knowing that it could take a while before Eric let him go.

“By the way, I've got news. There's a deathclaw that's been attacking traders on your territory. I know you'd prefer to keep it alive, but it's quite bad for business. If you don't deal with it, Kessler will hire some mercenaries, so... You'd better make sure it moves in another area.”

“A deathclaw? I haven't seen one since two months. They were two and... Oh.”

“What?”

“Well, you know. Two deathclaws.”

“So what?”

Simon yearned “No wonder why you're still single despite you being... you. It's probably a female, that deathclaw. Like in nesting female deathclaw.”

“Do you think you could get an egg for me? For science?”

“I'm pretty sure I'll help that poor little lady safe with her offspring.”

“Too bad.”

A comfortable silence fell upon them while Eric replanted the ginger root and Simon took advantage of that time to prepare syringes for his weapons. The silence was interrupted by Jon stepping in, a petite red-haired mechanic following him closely.

“Guys! There's something you need to know!”

“Shh! That root needs calm to grow in good conditions!”

“Uh, sorry Eric. By the way, you do know Deb has a crush on you, do you?”

“I don't have time for such a futile pursuit as flirting, Jon.”

Both rolled the eyes in exasperation, and the woman went to Simon.

“Hi, Dreamer.”

“Hi, Mindful. How do you do?”

“Good. I've got food for you. Jon got some for himself too, but I wanted to give you those sugar bombs.”

“Thank you! Seriously, how could I even survive without you?” A bright smile reached his blue eyes, making them sparkle.

“While we're speaking about flirting...” She nodded in direction of Eric “Do you know, my dear little brother, that Karin asked for you? You should hang out with her someday.”

“Meh. I can't, you know that. I'm pretty sure she'll want to date and all, get married, have kids, all those things that people do. I can't stop helping the Commonwealth's animals.”

“Simon, don't be stupid. She's been your crush for years.”

“Guys!! We're losing sight of what's important here!” Jon intervened between them. “Someone made it out of a vault near Sanctuary!”

Simon looked at him with a peculiar look on his face.

“Yeah, so what? Is that guy killing our protégés? Burning all the forest where he goes? Anything that actually has something to do with our job?”

“No, but...”

“Then I don't care. Take all the time you need Jon, but I'm leaving, I got a deathclaw to protect.” He put his hat back and left in a rush.

“I hate when he does that. There's only place for work in his life. No wonder why you get along so well with him, Eric.”

Wendy took Jon's arm.

“Come on, you need to eat. I invite you.”

So I was thinking about some prompts and I ended up writing a whole plan for a guy who believes it’s his almost sacred duty to protect nature within the Commonwealth. Thus I presume this is chapter 1. Probably. And I know that title is terrible, I just can’t think of something better at the moment (that’s something I need to work on, too. Titles).

And I should totally be writing about Alienor, but Simon just popped out in my head and Alienor went on holiday, probably in Far Harbor.