#which is a funny coincidence (i knew the whole time)

[osaemu]

wasian guy is very conventionally attractive. yum

[cheriladycl01]

First time - Lando Norris x Innocent! Reader

Plot: Lando finds out his girlfriend is more innocent than he ever thought and that turns him on hard core.

Warnings: SMUT Innocence Knik etc MINORS DNI 18+

When Lando first started dating you he knew you were pretty innocent and oblivious to the world around you.

The first time he noticed it was when he first met you. You were in a club and he sat back watching you the whole night, run around like mother hen after your friends who ... arguably weren't being good friends to you and were using you as their sober ride home.

You were making sure your friends had clean drinks straight from the bartender and handing them tissues or hand gels when they touched anything dirty.

Your friends had left you that night, leaving Lando to take the opportunity to come and introduce himself. He wasn't shocked to find out this was your first time in a club, that you hated it and wanted to go home.

"So, what brings you to Monaco?" he'd asked you and you gave him this big gummy grin that he couldn't help but fall in love with.

"My friends and I are on a girls trip celebrating graduation!" you answered, trying not to yell incase the music went quiet but loud enough so he could hear.

"And that's why they've all abandoned you?" he chuckled walking you over to the bar.

"Yeah, I think they just have different ideas of fun than I do, we saw some really beautiful museums earlier which was my idea!" you smile thinking back to the earlier part of the day which you had favoured.

"Drink?" he asks you and you smile nodding your head.

"I'll have a Coors again and ..." he says naming his beer before looking at you.

"I'll just have a Spite please!" you order in French from the bartender who smiles at you.

"You can order something more expensive like alcohol i don't mind!" he smiles down at you, only for you to shake your head.

"I erm, don't drink! I've never drank alcohol actually!" you smile, pretty proud of you lifestyle.

"Yeah, I used to say I didn't drink and then my friends introduced me to it. Never been the same since!" he frowns in a joking manner making you laugh.

"You're funny!" you giggled.

You guys talked for the rest of the night, until it was the closing hours of the club and you had to part ways.

He'd regretted not getting your number.

The next time he met you was a complete coincidence. He was travelling around and caving in Vietnam. You were there building sustainable housing on your year after graduating. He knew it was you right away and everyone was so confused when he went running of to go say hello to you.

After that he got your number. He had to secure it after a second chance of meeting you which he'd been considering was gods gift to him.

After a few dates and texting back and forth for a while you started dating.

"Y/N, can we talk about something serious?" he'd asked you and you nodded coming to sit next to him on the sofa in his apartment.

"Yeah what's wrong?" you ask him with a frown thinking you'd done something wrong.

"How would you feel, about becoming my girlfriend..." he asks before presenting you with a little gift bag in papaya orange that had chocolates, flowers, a little card and a pair of expensive Cartier earrings. Not that you knew that until you got back to the hotel you were currently staying in and opened them up.

"Oh my! Yes! Please" you replied happily and he was trying so hard not to laugh at your super polite and formal answer to his ... well what now felt like a proposition

You were so happy and getting to spend time with Lando was everything! You came to races and everyone adored you, not just the people in McLaren with Lando but all the TV presenters, the fans and the other teams.

Lando was confused that after having dated for three months you hadn't done anything within a sexual nature. Not that it was an issue for him but he was just used to his girlfriends being bold and upfront compared to you, who was a little shyer and more reserved.

He knew he just needed to be a grown up and talk to you about it but he didn't think he could have this conversation with you. It felt wrong almost.

"Baby, can we talk?" Lando says patting the sofa while you were in the kitchen starting to prep for the lunch you were going to make the both of you.

"Yeah, what's wrong? Did I do something?" you ask looking at him carefully and taking a seat next to you.

"No, no not at all. It's kinda the opposite actually!" he laughs at his own joke not thinking you'd take notice of it.

"I haven't done something? I - did i forget to do my dished? I'm so sorry if i did!" you say looking back to the sink frantically thinking you'd missed your glass of orange juice and bowl of cereal you'd had this morning.

"No no, and don't think of it that way. I was just joking around - erm, I just wanted to say we've been dating for a while now and I was hoping we could start to be more intimate?" he asks holding your hand and your eyes widen and your cheeks redden.

"I- erm" you start to stutter and he rubs his thumb over your hand.

"We don't have too... if you don't want too! But I just wanted to ask!" he rushes out not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"It's just that ... I've never ever done anything like that!" you say looking at him with those innocent doe eyes that made him go crazy.

"Like never ever?" he asks in shock, you were a gorgeous girl and even when he was out with you, guys would always be coming up to you, making conversation and flirting with you.

Now that he thought about it, you never actually could tell when you were being lightly flirted with. You were very oblivious too all moves guys made, unless they were literally asking for you number.

"Mmmm no, I mean ... you know you're like my first boyfriend right?" you ask him, cocking your head to the side.

"Wait, you've never been with anyone else other than me?" he asks, and fights to keep the smirk off his face. There was something so dirty, about the fact that you were so pure and untouched, and that it turned him on that he would be the first, and hopefully last to show you everything he could.

"No" you whisper and he looks at you, before cupping your face and pulling you in for a soft kiss.

"Will you let me show you, everything I want to?" he asks looking at you, brushing some of your hair behind you so he has full view of your collarbone.

"Yes..." you breathe out, feeling flutters in your stomach at both his words and actions.

"Now?" he asks with a little gulp, hoping the answer would be a yes.

"Yes, show me now Lan!" you say, climbing onto his lap getting excited about the actions to come.

"Okay, baby. Lets slow down" he laughs holding you in place. He shifts about so he's comfortable and starts to run his hands over your body. Little goosebumps rise to the surface coating your arms as his fingers roam across your collarbone, down over your clothed boobs and down until he had a firm grip on your hips.

"As much as I like your wearing my shirt baby, I'm going to take it off you now, is that okay?" he asks looking you in the eyes and you nod, looking down a little intimidated by the intense eye-contact.

"Words baby, you gotta tell me" he smiles at you and you smile.

"Yes, you can"

And he does, he fingers brush against you and a groan comes out of his mouth as he see's what he's been missing out on seeing. Your perky tits were currently clad in an orange coloured bra. He didn't know if that was a normal colour for you or if you'd brought it since dating the McLaren driver.

"You are so fucking beautiful" he says looking at you, teasing against the straps of your bra before slowly pulling down each of them, before reaching round the back and unclasping it so it fell off you.

In reflex your hands came up, to cover your exposed chest, it wasn't something you were used too.

"I want to see and touch baby, please let me!" he says softly.

You felt comfortable and confident enough with Lando that you felt like you could show this part of yourself to him, a part that no-one apart from you had seen.

The moment was getting more and more intimate as his hands started to fondle your boobs, pinching squeezing and kneading. Lando learning what you liked from the noises you were making as he continued.

The more intimate it got, the hotter and more impatient you got with the new sensation in you stomach and the slickness and heat building between your legs.

Naturally, your body is craving friction. Your mind is going haywire not really knowing what to do to get the relief its craving. So your body automatically started to grind down on him, and you could feel just how excited he was getting with the large bulge building in his sweatpants.

You could tell it was something he liked too from the little whines and groans that came out overtime pressure was applied.

"I- I want to make you feel good. But I don't know how" you offer and he nods.

"Do you want me to show you?" he asks and you nod. He takes your hand and starts to help you palm him through his joggers, breathy moans coming from him.

"That's it, and when your ready you can take them off" he breathes out softly, not wanting to rush you into anything.

You take him out of his jogger, having a grip on him that was tight and he couldn't help but moan at the sensation.

"That's it baby. Now just run your hand up and down in a fisting motion!" he says, but you make no move to start, his head that was thrown back raises to look at you in question.

"Can you show me?" you ask, wide eyes and he nods, taking your hand that was around him in his as he helps you start to move up and down, showing the pace and grip that he liked. His moans were constantly flowing out now as he let go to grip the edges of the sofa and lean back. You started to go a little faster, before slowly right down and placing a kiss on his cheek.

"I heard... from friends that you really like when we use our mouths?" you ask and look at him.

"You dont have to if you don't want to" he groans.

"I- will you enjoy it?" you ask.

"I think i'd enjoy anything you did to me"

"Then i want to do it" you nod and he sits up a little more.

"Okay, get on your knees baby..." he directs and you get to the floor in between his legs.

"You want my help?" he asks and you nod, he takes your hair into a ponytail to keep it out your face.

"Okay, open baby. Remember no teeth baby, it hurts!" he smiles and you start by what you thinks right and go straight in. You gag a little and he pulls you head back from the grip.

"No need to rush hunny. Just start with the head, and then you'll feel a vein on the underside that always feels good, okay? But don't rush to fill your mouth up okay?" he chuckles a little bit as he watches you listen to him.

You start with small movements around his tip, moving your tongue over his slit where pre-cum is leaking out. It was a strange taste that the first few times had your eyes screwing but you slowly got used to it.

You run your tongue along the underside feeling the throbbing vein he was talking about and he went crazy, moaning above you and desperately trying not to thrust up.

You slowly take more and more in your mouth and what you cant fit you decide to use your hands to cover the rest and use the movements you were doing earlier.

"Holy fuck! Are you sure you havent done this before baby?" he asks in shock of how good it feels. Maybe it was just because he was so in love with you that it felt 10x better than he ever had, or maybe you were just a quick learner and good at observing what he liked.

A minute later and he was coming into your mouth, you were quick to swallow all of him and leave his dick with a string of saliva attaching you together.

"Fucking hell baby" he smiles pulling you up onto his lap resting you on top of him, your knees either side of him.

"Was that good?" you ask, shyly. He can only nod as he catches his breathing.

"Your turn!" he smirks, one had on your hip the other one inching up your inner thigh under the skirt you were in. His hands starts to rub your clit through your underwear, and he smiles as your head falls into the crook of his neck and he can feel your breathing pick up against him.

His fingers curl round the edge of your panties pulling them to one side rubbing his fingers through your wet folds.

"Is this all for me baby!" he asks using his free hand to run through your hair as you keep your head in the crook of his neck rocking against his movements. His fingers eventually find there way in, the stretch a little painful at first.

"It's okay, it'll start to feel good in a minute" he says rubbing your back comfortingly.

"Tell me if i should stop yeah?" he asks and you just nod before quickly shaking your head, realising that may have come across as you want him to stop when you really don't now that a coil is building in your stomach and his fingers are feeling incredible inside you.

"Lando!" you whine starting to kiss along his neck and jaw, needing to occupy yourself with something to focus on the growing feeling inside you.

"Fuck baby, the things you do to me!" he exclaims feeling himself get hard again from the whole intimate situation occurring.

In seconds you're letting that coil go, not being able to hold it in any longer and gushing over his fingers. He pulls them out, taking them into his mouth, licking them clean groaning at the taste of you, his gorgeous girlfriend.

"I gotta have a taste of you baby!" he practically whimpers out, before laying you on the sofa and spreading your legs open. You shyly try to shut them but he just tuts.

"Lemme baby please!" he says softly and he stop resisting against his hands. He dives in, nipping and licking at the parts he knows are most sensitive, before devouring you as if your a five course meal. It felt incredible, better than his hands and you legs were shaking the whole time.

Your mind was fuzzy and you could only let out little swear words and his name to let him know just how good he was making you feel.

And only minutes later and you were releasing into his awaiting mouth where he fully cleaned you up. He draw back, a small sheen on his nose and corners of his mouth from your release that had you blushing.

"Lets finish this in the bedroom yeah?" he asks and you nod eagerly as he picks you up tossing your over his shoulder, giving your arse a light tap on the way out that had you giggling and squealing.

He places you gently on the bed hovering over you. He starts to take the rest of the clothing that was left on you off and chucking it to the floor before he starts to take his own off. He reaches into the bedside draw, grabbing a condom and opening it with his teeth before rolling it on.

"You are so beautiful baby! Are you ready?" he smiles, now lining himself up with your entrance. You hesitate for a split second, before remembering its your incredibly kind and beautiful and caring boyfriend Lando above you right now who wouldn't dream of hurting you.

"Yes" you nod, and he slowly starts to push himself into your warm, wet caverns. He moans at the tight feeling of you, kissing across your neck and collarbone trying to help you un-tense a little.

"Baby, you gotta relax" he guides you, starting to play with your boobs to get you feeling good. He pushes in a little more when he feels that you arent tensing as much and you sigh.

"Woah, your so big!" you exclaim, thinking he'd bottomed out from the stretch as you try regain your breath.

"Baby... hate to break it to you but I'm only halfway inside you" he laughs with a chuckle, nearly loosing his balance on his forearms that he is using to hold himself steady above you.

"What?" you ask opening your eyes too look at your laughing boyfriend.

"Thank you for the compliment though baby, that makes me feel really good about myself" he says honesty before he pushes the full way in, finally bottoming out. You wiggle a little trying to get comfortable before giving him a nod where he starts to move in and out of you.

It starts to progressively feel better and better to the point where you can start meeting his thrusts to make it a little quicker. The sounds in the room are anything but innocent, both of your breathy moans and your high pitched whines when he reaches in between you to rub circles on your clit and the sound of slapping skin.

"Lando fuck! I love you" you cry as the pressure builds up and up.

"I fucking love you too" he breathes out, his thrusts coming a little sloppier.

And soon your both releasing at the same time as he pulls you in closer to him, almost laying all his weight on you.

"I'm like so glad we had that talk!" Lando laughs pulling himself up to look at you.

"Me too, I cant wait for you to show me more!" you grin pulling him into a kiss making him groan and grab the pillow to put over his face. He was exhausted but ... round 2 sounded like a shout.

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[mncxbe]

You look... familiar

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

~ In which you're Oda's little sister and join the Ada~ consider this an Oda appreciation post

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𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

he'd be so surprised and conflicted; he had no idea that one of the closest friends he's ever had had a little sister

you don't even have to introduce yourself for him to know who you are. the auburn hair, deep brown eyes with that distant look, the curve of your nose and brows were unmistakably his

he pretends to be unbothered by your presence but deep down he's torn to pieces. why didn't Oda tell him about you? Where have you been all this time? How comes you joined the ADA? Did you know who he was?

his thoughts are plagued by unanswered questions but as soon as you walk up to him and extend a hand for him to shake his mind goes blank

he shakes your hand, searching for any sign of recognition in your eyes and sighs in relief when he doesn't find it

he can play the role of your funny, goofy colleague without a worry. you don't know about the past

that night he barely sleeps, he's lost in deep thought; but he promises himself that he would protect you no matter what. he owes that to Oda, to himself and in a way to you

over the next few months he tries not to get too close to you; the sight of you alone is enough to resurface some memories he'd rather keep hidded, but he does his best to be friendly and keep you safe

I don't think he'd ever open up to you about him knowing Oda and if you ever bring up the subject he'd simply brush it off

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂

at first he doesn't know who you are but he vaguely recognises your family name

he wasn't close to Oda so your presence doesn't affect him too much, but he does find the coincidence quite uncanny. out of all the people who could've joined the Ada it had to be the sister of the boy he saved all those years ago

Fukuzawa doesn't treat you any differently; after all, you're just another employee, but once he notices the strange way Dazai acts around you he can't help but wonder if there's more to you that he doesn't know about

probably runs a background check or something and ends up finding out the whole story so now he has to live with it (+1 trooma)

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

much like Dazai he feels nostalgic when he sees you

you resemble Oda so much it hurts, but he doesn't let it show

overall, Ranpo does his best to help you get used to your new job, takes you with him on different cases and even shares his sweets with you

he doesn't ask much about your past since he knows it's a sensitive topic for you but if the subject of Oda is ever brought up he's gonna tell you he knew him for a while and that he was a wonderful person

Ranpo would get many of those deja vu moments when you wear clothes that belonged to your brother or use the phrases he did; in a way he likes it. it feels like part of Oda is still with him

[goldsbitch]

Hypochondria

part 3 to p1, p2

It's time to tell you exactly what makes me your soulmate. Disaster dinner continues.

20:19

Is it possible to miss someone you've never met? In what strange corner of the universe would this make sense? It felt just like that to Lando - as if he just reunited with an old friend and desperately searched for a way how to connect again. Where to start?

Anita solved that one for him. "Y//N is one of the medics on grid. She was so lovely today. Helped me a lot!" She turned to Lando and then Y/N in a search of some reaction, but those two were stuck in their own silence. She brushed it off and continued. "I figured it would be nice to take her out for a dinner. Wanted to have her join for the club later, but I am afraid it's for invited only, sorry..." she said, with fake modesty. Lando scoffed, completely unbothered by anyone noticing. Anita was doing it again, luring people in and then making sure she nonchalantly pointed out that she is more "VIP" then they are. He usually brushed it of and sometimes found it funny, but this time it made him fuming.

"You are more than kind to do this," Y/N replied and Lando had to close his eyes in order to hide how overcome he was instantly by hearing her speak. Her own voice was always blurry in his visions. Hearing it now, in real life...It was like getting new headphones. "But remember, you should not drink today after the heatstroke...I just need to point that out, can't stop myself," she said semi jokingly.

"Oh course, sweetheart," she replied and took a sip of her cocktail.

Y/N felt a little out of her place in the restaurant, not really sure what she was doing there and why she agreed to come with them. They were a couple, so why was she there playing the third violin? She tried to stop all her intrusive thoughts about Anita's boyfriend. But how could she, the most gorgeous and alluring guy was sitting right there. She secretly watched all of his little moves, the way how he twitched his fingers while holding the menu and wondered how his skin would feel on her own. She cursed herself for being so easily distracted by him. Barely glancing at the menu, she waited for what the two would order and was planning on matching them.

A charming waiter came, shared few words with Anita and recommended some dishes from the special menu.

"I'll have the truffle pasta, sounds great," Anita said, smiling flirtatiously at the waiter. There was an awkward silence, which Y/N tried to fill in. "Yes, I'll have the same, sounds great."

Lando did not even think twice before speaking up. "Um, actually, I really think you should try their salmon. It's to die for. I think you'll love it." He was not able to look at her, while she did the exact opposite. She was taken back by his forward comment. Salmon was her absolute favorite dish. What a strange coincidence that he would recommend it. "Can we get two of the salmon dishes? If that's ok with you, Y/N," he continued, this time finding the courage to look at Y/N. She panicked. "Yeah, yeah. Salmon. Great."

It was like a fire was lit in Lando. He opened the can of worms and there was no way going back. Suddenly, he had all the answers right at arms lenght. And the questions just started flowing.

"How do you like working at the formula 1 medics team?" "Will you be tracking the whole season?" "Do you like traveling so much?" "Are you missing your friends and family?"

It might have been too much for someone to be bombarded with questions, but she found herself excited and eager to overshare. Those two danced a dance of their own, laughing gently and speaking over each other, while also eagerly listening to what the other one had to say.

Anita felt like she was sinking into the chair deeper with every minute that passed. She knew the feeling all to well. Lando, without knowing probably, found anyone apart her interesting. Practically inhaling every word Y/N said. Or at least that's how it felt. Poor girl had absolutely no idea how different this situation was for her this time. Unlike Lando, Y/N still took Anita into account.

"So, Anita, you're a model, right?"

She came back alive and started sharing model related stories, while Y/N listened. Ever-so-impatient Lando just stared at her and started biting his lip in order to stop him from speaking for a moment, realizing that he is in fact not alone with Y/N, but still in a very much public social setting. Y/N listened to Anita, while all familiar phantom pain kicked in, this time in her lips. She kept glancing over to Lando, because it was just too hard not to look at him, when she noticed how vigorously he was biting his own lip. It sometimes happened that her own inexplicable pain aligned with the actions of other. Nothing special.

Lando was at the peak of rude that evening, impatience getting the better of him. "So, Y/N, why have you decided to study medicine?" he said, when Anita took a breath, fully intending on continuing her story. The same way as he interrupted her, she did not give Y/N any room to answer.

"You know what Lando, I am getting real sick of you publicly making it obvious that you don't give a shit about me or what I have to say," she said straight to his face, internally begging for him to deny it.

"I'm sorry, it's just....not every day you meet someone who really does something special with their life," he said, as if Y/N was the first medic he had ever encountered.

"Wow, that's rich. So on top of you not caring what I have to say, you also don't think what I do is interesting."

Lando knew she was right. He knew it all along, but he was also aware of the fact that most of the times, the relationship had been beneficial to both of them. So many emotions mixing in him got him holding his fragile glass real tight.

"Don't play the innocent card," he started, looking deeply into Anita's eyes. "We both know the moment I'm not on the grid anymore, you're jumping to someone else."

The walls felt like they were closing on Y/N. Witnessing couple's fight, however quiet, was never pleasant. All the more when you'd literally just met these people. They played their little verbal tennis, while keeping the decorum composed, as they seemed to be quite skilled at that. Until Lando slipped up. His tight grip on the thin crystal finally ending up with a thousand tiny shiny glass pieces everywhere. It was like a slap to the couple, making them wake up and notice their surroundings. The good old clean up and apology dance began between the guests and the waiters, all of them rushing to help the F1 star with a minor cut that bled crimson drops on the white table cloth. Everybody was so focused on him, that they all missed the second wave of drops hitting the table, this time coming from Y/N hand. She stared at her hand and time stopped. It's not that she was scared of blood. It wasn't that it was the first time something like that happened out of nowhere. It was precisely because it did not happen out of nowhere. Her veins were rushing with panic, instead of blood. She grabbed one of the napkins and pressed hard on her hand, praying that nobody had noticed. Thousands of ideas appearing out of nowhere. So wait, anytime he got hurt, she got hurt as well? Or was it more people? Another coincidence? Her brain was an analytical one. She ran through all the possible little pains that a formula driver could have. It somehow checked out.

She stared at him, completely missing the whole scenery happening in front of her. Anita making a scene, waiters rushing around and Lando trying to calm everyone down.

"When did you crash last time? Like a big one, hospital one," she shot out, as if it was the most important piece of information known to mankind.

Lando felt her panic and intensity for a few moments before she managed to silence everyone, but was equally surprised by her question as everyone else.

"Um, I'd say...yeah, Las Vegas, November." He gave her a questioning look, trying to figure out what was going on her mind, while gesturing the staff of the restaurant to leave them alone.

A massive wave of panic settled over her, images of herself getting admitted to a hospital at that time flashing by. She had to get out there, immediately. And Lando felt that.

"No! No, you're not going anywhere. This is important, you can't just run away like you always do," he said, before she even had a chance to move, because he knew precisely what she was doing. Seen it enough times to recognize the look. If nobody stopped her, she'd be out of there in seconds, not even saying goodbye. A true flight type of person. As if she hadn't been perplexed enough by this point.

"How do you-" she started to ask before being interrupted by Anita, who had have enough.

"I'm sorry, but do you guys know each other?" she asked, with a tone of annoyance barely hidden behind a fake smile.

Lando froze once again, like he had many times that evening. It was not his fault. His soon-to-not-be girlfriend set this seventh circle of hell up. How was he supposed to respond to that?

Y/N hesitantly responded. "No, of course not. I mean, I've only worked with the team here for few weeks anyway."

"Seems like you do, by the amount of questions you're asking" Anita said directly at Lando, fully ignoring Y/N at that point.

"If I had known her, I would not have had to ask questions, right?" he responded, failing at letting his sassy side dormant.

"Is that why you never ask me any questions? Because you know me?"

He bit his tongue. Lando was trying to be good.

Anita made her signature "I knew it" smile once again, which finally set Lando off.

"One asks when they want to hear an answer."

"Great. Charming as ever. You know what? I've had enough."

"Ani, I am really sorry. This is going to sound incredibly rude. I apologize. It's nothing personal. But this is really between me and Y/N."

Absolutely mortified Y/N did not even dare to look at Anita. What the fuck was his game. That was his girlfriend, she was just a random girl.

Anita replied, without missing a beat. "You two can go and play your weird little game without me."

Heavy silence fell, as Anita hastily grabbed all of her things and walked out. Y/N was waiting to see if Lando would even consider getting up and rushing over to her, but knew well enough that that was not the case.

Lando cared. He deeply cared about what Y/N thought of him. "Before I say anything else, please know that I plan on breaking up with her and sorting it out like an adult. This is not how I usually am."

"Ok. I mean, you do you. This is all very...personal," she said, her mind still caught up in her recent discovery. "I'm sorry, this is going to sound strange, but bare with me, this evening is already so much drama, this will not be a great addition."

She was talking to him! Getting curious. Lando would be willing to sit there for hours and listen to her. "Go for it".

"Do you get that weird pain in your left elbow?"

"Yes, after a heavy work out."

"Do you bite your tongue out of nowhere?"

"Only when I'm nervous."

"Ok, ehm. Your wisdom tooth is growing, right?"

"Yup, and it hurts like hell sometimes." This time, it was her shooting questions and him trying to follow in a direction he could not yet fathom. But it was like she was in a trance.

"Ok, ok. You'll think I'm crazy."

"I know you think that," he smirked, knowing they were reaching break through.

"What?" she snapped out of it back to reality.

"You first. I think I also have something you should know." Lando was half excited, half terrified to get his truth out. After all those years, this was all happening in a matter of hours. His life was turning upside down.

Y/N took a deep breath. "The reason I went into medicine is because I have a condition. Random inexplicable pains, cuts, bruises with no real cause of correlation to what's happening with my body. Nobody knew what it was when I was growing up, so I was determined to figure it out on my own." She took out her own blood stained hand from below the table. Lando's eye's went wide. She reached out with her other hand to gesture him that all is fine and no help is needed.

"I think my body mirrors what happens to yours."

"I can feel your emotions. And see glimpses of your life," he blurted out, unable to hold this in for any longer.

//

They did not stay in the restaurant for long. Felt all too public for this type of conversation. Instead, they were back at his hotel apartment, having to sneak in to avoid any unwanted publicity. Once again, they were sitting opposite each other in his living room area.

"So wait...you feel everything I feel? Like physically?"

"Apparently," she said, flabbergasted. For some reason, the two emotions mixing with each other was anger and relief. Her biggest life mystery solved, in the weirdest way possible. Without saying a word, she kicked him in the shin.

"Ouch," he said and she flinched.

"Yep, checks out."

"I can feel your anger, you know? And frankly I don't understand why you're mad at the moment." He was fascinated. The possibilities that laid ahead of them were thrilling.

"I believe at this stage you should also be able to also see my anger. Pray tell me why, why did you have to pick a career that is so physically exhausting!" she moaned, causing him to laugh out loud. Yeah, that was really unfortunate on his part. He made a note mentally to hire a physical therapist for her one day.

She calmed down a bit, slowly coming to term that her emotions were not a private thing anymore - well, technically they never were.

"So what, you just casually know what I feel and see random glimpses of my life?"

"I think it's the strong emotions I feel. It seems the closer I am, the stronger it is."

She was silent, hoping to get a little more out of him. He took a deep breath, desperately trying to ease up the mood.

"Your first nights at the university apartment you shared with those three loud girls. No idea about their names, but I remember the excitement about leaving your home. And jesus, the massive mess the four of you made the first week. How at one point you had to wash your dishes in the bathtub, because it was just too much. And how much fun you'd had while doing it."

She couldn't help but smile at that very specific memory. Gone were the unhinged early uni days, for the better probably. It was absolutely breaking her mind in two, knowing he had these random glimpses in her life.

He saw (and felt) the positive emotions that entered the chat, so he tried to sway the conversation that way. "Oh, and the incredibly awkward morning when you brought that one guy home, did not realize that one of the girls was in the room the whole time and how in the morning it turned out to be her ex."

"My god, you saw that?" she said, absolutely mortified. He just nodded, his heart jumping when he made her squeamish.

"It was like being there during the incredibly awkward breakfast."

"Well," she gulped, trying to switch attention from her. "Nobody knows this, but...pain is not the only thing I feel."

She dropped the ball and watched it rolling, wondering if he'd catch up.

"What do you mean? Like exhaustion?"

"That as well."

He was still not connecting the dots.

"Had a fun night last night, didn't you?"

His eyes went wide and a strange rush of guilt washed over him. He just stared at her, finally getting why one of her first reactions was an angry one. Not that he felt that way, but the level of intrusion he must have presented to her was a lot to take in.

"Well...you're welcome, I guess?" he said cheekily, smirking because he knew exactly what she would do.

Shocked, she opened her mouth and smacked his hand jokingly, not realizing it would hurt both of them.

"Fuck this shit," she exclaimed and once again, he could not hold his laugh in as she tried to shake the pain out of her hand.

"This is going to be very funny."

"I'm sorry, Lando - this all just so bizarre. I'm barely taking it in. Literally don't understand how you're so calm."

He laughed gently. "Well, I did have few extra days to process. And hearing my name roll of your tongue is distracting enough," he said flirtatiously.

Her cheeks went red and her mind stopped, mind getting filled with desire and arousal. Lando lips turned into a wide smile, him feeling her arousal as if she was screaming it loudly to his face.

"Glad to see my words have an effect on you. This is indeed going to be fun..."

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[yourlocaltreesimp]

The First to be Forsaken

been in the works for a while!! This was actually a request that got deleted.

So to the anon who requested a reader who was cursed by Hylia like Eda in the owl house, this is for you!

tw: chronic illness, death

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The ache in your hands never lessened and the maring cracks in your skin never healed. It made for a rather ugly sight, all considered. The creeping vine-like scars showing in rather gorey details the tainted flesh.

No medical salve nor healing spell could rid you of the malice that poisoned your blood. And according to the words of the fairies themselves, it’s latched to your very soul. It festers, feeding off of your energy until you’ll be left as a husk. A puppet with no one to pull its strings.

It’s not pleasant knowing you’re going to die, but it’s less so knowing that no matter how often you pray to the goddess it will not be fixed. The divine never needed to give reason for why they shunned that which gives them power. Still, the chain did what they could, and for that you had many thanks.

Wild always had hearty food to replace the energy stolen from you, Legend let you wear whatever charmed jewellery you wanted, Time would never let you take night shifts, Warriors would carry you on the days you were too fragile to walk, Twilight doubled as a bed and his pelt as a blanket, Four made braces for your brittle joints, Hyrule was always testing different mixes in hopes that one might lessen your pain, Sky would hold your hand and talk to you on the days you could walk to make sure that you had something to distract from the crying of your nerves, even Wind spared some of his grandmother’s soup in hopes that of it didn’t rid of pain, it might ease your distress. Your Heroes were funny like that, sacrificing whatever they had for anyone that needed it, no matter how precious their time or belongings are. Certainly not a coincidence they act this way. They’ve seen what’s become of you under the neglect of the gods. And you’ve seen the familiar ache in their eyes, the recognition of themselves within you.

The newest hero, First —well perhaps then he’s the oldest— was in many ways similar. He too would offer you stories and ballads from his time, forgotten by the time the next era rolled in. His words had a majesty that had the whole camp turn an ear to follow whatever tale he recalled. And by the time it came for you to lay your head and rest, your woes would be far off from the front of your mind.

He’d sweep you off your feet both in the figurative matter and the literal. With only the gentlest graze of your skin and only the sweetest words that could be uttered did he regard you. He did not hold you to a sense of pity, as was common among many who knew of you, but a genuine care. A care for you beyond measure that he’d shown on many occasions that he would stop at nothing to ensure that if you could not be comfortable, you could be content.

And currently you were, despite it being a bad day.

The champion watched over the cooking pot carefully and the traveller flicked through one of his journals, looking for a combination of herbs that might be of help to you. The two passed questions back and forth in an effort to find an overlap of medicinals they haven’t already tried.

You had Twi’s pelt, Sky’s sailcloth and First’s scarf to try and dull your cold flashes. You leaned back against the First hero as his arms warped around you and his face buried into your shoulder. You shiver as the next cold wave hits, wincing. The moment sits in silence before his arms around your abdomen gently pull you closer.

“I am sorry for what she did to you, My beloved.” His voice was deep and poetic as usual, the unwavering strength he displayed to the world melted to softness at your touch. Through the staticky emptiness that settled in your brain, the question stood, alone and without any real context nor answer.

“What do you mean?” Your brows furrow and you look over at where he rests his head on your shoulder. He draws a heavy breath, mumbling something into your layers of clothing.

“Hylia- all of this because of her vanity. I am sorry you fell victim.” There is a pain in his voice, a guilt he’s held for long. Shackles upon his wrists that he’s not willing to let himself be freed from. You suppose it is him where their united care for the world came from, no matter how unrequited. He’d bleed himself dry for the world if it meant that it’d be better.

“I don’t mind being here with you all” You hear the distant rowdy laughter of Wind and Twi, and you find it in yourself to bask in this one moment, “It’s certainly worth it. To me, at least.” He grumbles happily, kissing the nearest place of unscathed skin he can find, right below your jaw.

“I am glad, Dearest. But that-“ His voice wavers as another chill wracks your body. You can only find a wince as you try to block away the ever advancing chill.

“That is not what I meant. I- It’s because of her that you cannot find rest. It is she who whittled down your bones and set alight your nerves” You find nothing to say as you stare at him, urging for more. “She thought it was wrong for me to love you, to long for your care and yearn to hold your heart. So, she tainted y-“ You wish to hear his words. A muse longing to read the poets works, and yet-

The words grow fuzzy as the gloom within you swells, gnawing painfully at your bones. It seems that you had forgotten exactly how brittle you were. It was always hubris that killed heroes, wasn’t it? But that didn’t make sense. You were no hero. How could it be hubris if you never meant to taunt the gods. How could that be- you weren’t dying, are you?

They said you’d be ok.

You’ll be ok right?

Everything will be ok?

The pressure in your head doesn’t stop growing and your stomach hurls.

The sun is so bright.

It hurts.

She’s taking you again, isn’t she?

[clawsdevour]

one chance

wc: 1.6k content warning: highschool, hoshiumi x reader, confession, fluff, not proofread

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ.

The sound of the school bell ringing, beginning your first week back after winter break. The crisp and chill air grazing the surface of your skin as you came late to class due to traffic.

Sliding open the classroom door, out of breath, scanning your classroom looking back at the familiar faces. You make your way step by step and plop down into your seat, fully blown out from attempting to make it to class on time.

“Hey, you’re like.. so late y’know that?” a voice whispering out to you, looking up it was your class partner and somewhat close friend, Hoshiumi Korai.

When the year first started, you knew absolutely nothing about this white headed guy. It was coincidence that your teacher assigned you guys seats right next to each other because the chemistry you guys had was amazing!

Sitting in the back made it even worse. You two just couldn’t stop giggling and laughing while you paid little to no attention to the lessons. Hoshiumi was just so funny as a person, combined with you, you guys were the disruptive kids in class alright. If the teacher ever caught you guys, he’d storm over and smack the wood out of your table.

Of course you didn’t know him outside of your classroom though. You never knew he was on the boys volleyball team, nevertheless popular with the students at school because of his high status in the sports department. All you saw was a cute and silly.. Maybe just a tad bit short, but a great guy.

“What makes you think I don’t know Hoshiumi,” rolling your eyes at him with a devious smile before reaching towards your backpack to take out your notebook and pen.

As class went by, you’re jotting down his notes while trying to multitask and understand the lesson your teacher’s currently teaching. Well.. more like relying on Hoshiumi’s notes to get all caught up first. 

You didn’t notice but, you did feel his eyes burn into your scalp. You couldn't tell if it’s because he’s a bit annoyed that you’re copying his whole journal at this point, or if it’s because he’s just waiting to write down more of the notes.

“What does this say?” keeping your voice at a low level, tilting your head towards him. His expression jolted, as if he just got out of a trance with a slight trail of pink left on his cheeks.

“Oh.. uh. It says that–” before he could finish his words, the bell rang for lunch.

Sighing, you close your notebook and put it away.  You’re gonna see him after lunch anyway, there’s a chance you could still ask for notes.

“Sorry! Lunch break, gonna meet up with my friends. See you in a bit!” Sending him off with a wave before dashing out of the classroom to go see your friends.

Lunch break goes by quick when you’re out with your friends. Speaking of friends.. Hoshiumi was also with his own old buddy who’s also on Kamomedai’s volleyball team. Hirugami Sachiro, he’s also a very excellent player who’s able to make Hoshiumi shine brighter. Overall, they’ve been long time best friends as they know each other best.

“Hirugami.. Do you think she knows?” Hoshiumi asks, biting down on his lower lip while he fiddles with his fingers.

“Know what?” Hirugami’s a bit concerned. He knows who you are, but what type of question was he asking him this time…

Hoshiumi’s never been the type to be so anxious, he’s typically calm and collected with a bit of ethusiasm. Not to mention, he’s never told Hirugami that he has had this developing liking towards you that makes his heart race and his palms sweaty by just sitting next to you in class.

“That like… she likes me back” Hoshiumi mutters out under his breath, a bit humiliated that he has to come out of his shell to talk about his love interest. Hirgumi’s gagged, his mouth is wide open in shock. 

“Wait. You like her? As in like like??” Leaning in, he can feel the heat and flushness radiating off of Hoshiumi’s face which had now became a flushed pink.

“Yeah I’ll admit.. I do. And I want to tell to her” his murky light eyes shifting in nervousness.

Hirugami sits down next to him, placing a hand on his back to calm him down.

“When do you plan to confess?” doting eyes assuring him that it’ll be okay.

“Um.. well I haven’t really thought about that but, maybe.. By the end of this week,” looking up to search for an answer. 

So many thoughts and imaginative scenarios ran through Hoshiumi’s mind trying to think of the situation that’d be best to tell you his feelings. Hirugami is surprised how sudden Hoshiumi wants to tell you about his growing liking towards you. Especially it being right after winter break, nevertheless in the middle of the school year.

“I think you should. Since you know, we’re gonna have to start practicing for volleyball now that spring is coming. If things go wrong, then we’ll be busy playing our hearts out trying to reach nationals. If things go well, then you got yourself two things you love the most” Hirugami’s words struck his mind.

Taking in Hirugami’s words, he agrees. He is right. Overall, this was a one time chance. Hoshiumi would rather know what would happen than not confess at all. There, his heart was set. At the end of the week, after school, was when he’d profess his love to you.

The day Friday rolls by, he can’t help but act stiff and nonchalant in class. He’s making you think that either something’s wrong or that he’s been constipated all day. 

When the last school bell of the day rang with the warm sun setting through the windows as the crisp wind blew by. Everyone’s packing up and making their way out of the classroom. One by one, the room started to empty while you both took your time cramming up your backpacks with your school supplies.

“Hey, can you stay back with me for a bit?” Hoshiumi’s eyes making contact with yours, a gentle smile spread on his face while he placed his bag on his desk.

“Uh.. sure! Just give me a moment to finish packing” accepting his subtle advances. 

Stalling for time, waiting for the classroom to just be you and him. He’s watching you load up your bag with your notebooks and pencils, wishing you’d go slower while his heart feels like it’s sinking in anxiety. He’s zoning out, wondering what could go wrong before you snapped him back to reality.

“So- what was it you wanted me to stay back for?” wrapping the backpack strap around your shoulder. Staring at him with a content expression whilst adjusting the bands to your comfort.

“Oh, well. I know we kinda met this school year but..” looking down with his white lashes fluttering at the floor.

“I think that you’re really funny, pretty, and overall just a great person. And that I may or may not.. Have a crush on you..” stretching out his words while swallowing hard.

His eccentric face has gone from stern to soft and gushy, followed with blush dusted upon his face. He’s pink and shy, fiddling with his fingers once more as he waited for any sort of verbal reaction from you.

Looking up through his snow white lashes, he’s gazing at your facial expressions. You can’t help but be stoked to know that your everyday class partner whom you’ve met by chance, developed a liking towards you. The daily mere exposure that your teacher’s assigned seating had led up to this moment.

“I don’t know what to say..” whispering out with a dull look on your face, eyes still wide in amazement.

“You don’t have to like me back that way, um.. Look. I just really feel like I had to tell you that I like you–” stopping him in his tracks when he looked at you once more.

This time, with the corners of your mouth curling up in delight. Hoshiumi was quick to judge with your one reaction before realizing you felt the same.

“No it’s not like that! ..I like you too Hoshiumi.” Clasping your hands on his, eyes filled with joy knowing that you both felt the same way with each other.

Bringing you in for a hug, you can feel his jaw move up and down with the words “really?” nodding in response before pulling back. Face to face, you can’t help but now be a bit timid and delighted with what just happened.

“Soo.. what are we now?” breaking the tension for a brief moment to confirm your relationship status. A little bit fearful to see what he’d say since he just confessed his love for you.

“Oh I don’t know.. A couple?” reverting back to his usual self, he roars out loud and playfully like he always does in class. His infectious emotions spreading over to you.

Hoshiumi’s reaching his hand towards you, gesturing you to hold his hand as you accept his offer. You’re swinging your hands together in joy as you walk out of the classroom. Hirugami’s watching from the sliver of his class door while you two pass by his class, a faint smile appearing, ready to hear about Hoshiumi’s news next Monday.

Walking you home safe, Hoshiumi’s more than just happy with the choice he made despite the chances of you liking him back being slim. His light eyes couldn’t stop watching you talk and laugh with him, smiling the whole time till he dropped you off.

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[xclowniex]

how have you been managing since loosing all your antisemitic ex friends? I remember you mentioning it a few weeks back and wanted to see how you were doing

🥹 awwww thank you so much for asking!!!! I really appreciate it!

I've been doing really well!!

I started going back to synagogue. When I was younger I went to the orthodox one as that's how I was raised, but I've started going to the progressive one. Today was actually my second week going!

Last week, so my first time, I was really nervous. I like routine and going was deviating from my routine and I was anxious about not following my usual routine. But I powered through and really enjoyed it!

Everyone was super welcoming and lovely and kind. I am the youngest adult who goes which is kinda funny. I was buddied up with someone else who is 4 years older than me to show me the ropes as how service went is different to my last synagogue. I also had a whole "I'm home" moment too during service last week and almost cried, but I managed to keep my composure.

Little funny story, I met someone there who I recognized but couldn't place where I knew him from. Turns out we matched on a dating app over 2 years ago. I only realized that once I was home, and I have no clue if he has remembered that or not.

This week was also really good! I'm slowly making friends at shul. I feel like in maybe another two weeks, I'll be able to ask someone I'm slowing befriending to hang out, outside of shul.

Making friends has never been really something I've been bad at. It's just that as an adult, it's hard to meet new people.

I also had a coincidence recently where a lot of my coworkers have been more... present? Idk if that's the right word, but I've had my coworkers also interact with me a lot more than usual, which was really nice timing and made me feel less alone between ending my friendship with my ex friends and starting to go to synagogue again.

I have also noticed that my mental health has started to improve too now that I am getting out of the house in the weekend to socialize and not just to do errands.

Honestly, it was such a good move for me to make. It's just been a major positive in my life!

[chameleonwritess]

I’ve tooootally not been freaking out about the new Wataru card all morning (lying), but I think I’ve finally decided how I hope it’s all going to play out.

For context, the pieces we have so far are:

- Wataru’s new profile mentions training with technology provided by Eichi

- Wataru’s new unbloomed features the Ep:Link mask which is supposed to be in Eichi’s possession given it’s the symbol of Wataru’s devotion to Eichi

- Wataru’s 4Piece interview got cut off and he didn’t enter the screen until halfway through the time

- The line up for the event features half the Diner Live cast (Wataru, Izumi, Keito, Nazuna)

Here’s what I’ve come up with from this:

It would make no sense to have a Wataei divorce. Especially given they’re not actually together in the understood sense of the word (they are in love with each other and have expressed sentiments of devotion, but in universe they cannot date. They’re idols, they’re both ‘boys’ (dubious with Wataru) and Eichi is expected to marry advantageously aka Tori’s sister)

What would make sense and would also be in line with how enstars stories generally go, and with how Eichi and Wataru both love to act, is that the two of them are rigging this whole thing and are purposefully doing something ridiculous, or actually quite deep and meaningful, just because it’s funny to them/neither of them can do something genuine in a normal way.

First evidence: the mask

I really desperately hope that the writers wouldn’t just undo all of Wataru’s character development the first story we receive around him in the new era. He hasn’t worn his mask for an ENTIRE YEAR, and we’ve seen through events like Puffy Bunny that he’s even opening up to juniors he wasn’t that familiar with. He’s learning to overcome his fear of rejection which is so intrinsically linked to his mask. Why would they plunge him back into hiding behind masks both literally and metaphorically after making it such a visibly identifying part of his development? The mask is probably there for a plot relevant reason, and if it isn’t just a copy and is in fact the one Eichi has, we will hopefully get some line as to WHY Wataru has it (and hopefully it’s as hilarious as “babe can I take your wedding ring back? Yeah I know I offered it to you as a metaphor for offering myself but I need it for the bit. Oh it’ll be so funny, I promise. Amazing, I knew you’d understand!✨”). If it is a copy,,,, hm. Idk. We will hopefully still get SOMETHING about the fact it is the exact same mask that we haven’t seen SINCE BASIC!!!!! They could’ve given him any design but they chose to use the same one. There’s got to be a reason.

Second evidence: Wataru’s audition. It’s just STRANGE. It’s really silly and very funny but,,, Wataru prides himself on his performing. He’s an actor. He wouldn’t show up late and allow himself to run out of time unless there was a reason or it was on purpose. This is where I’m starting to suspect that strings are being deliberately pulled and Wataru (and probs Eichi by extension) are up to something here. It just doesn’t make sense otherwise

Third evidence: the diner live throwback. Could the character selection be a coincidence? Absolutely. I assumed as much UNTIL I realised that there’s a giant gift box in Wataru’s audition and it’s the central focus piece given Wataru doesn’t show up until half way through. You can’t not notice it, and it leaves you expecting Wataru to emerge from it. Where else is Wataru involved with a giant gift box?? Unbloomed diner live when he puts Keito and Izumi in one. Oh, look who’s also involved in this!! The call back to traumerei and diner live feels deliberate now, and I want to know WHY!!! Especially given that story is so integral to establishing that Wataru has grown to like Eichi and to want to share a stage with him not as part of any roles but as HIMSELF. It’s also intrinsically linked to his masks, because he didn’t want to be on the stage under any mask. He wanted to perform with Eichi just as Wataru Hibiki.

Where am I going with all of this? That’s a really good question. I’m essentially just easing my own mind because it truly would not make sense, given the pieces laid out for us, if wataei are entering a divorce arc. This and Wataru’s profile are the only new era content we have for him. The profile highlights Eichi, showing us that they are STILL a pair- they are still interlinked in a way inseparable to the narrative and to their development. I’m trusting that just like Atlantis was thought to be Bad News and turned out to be interesting (Wataru’s perspective hmmmm I wanna analyse this now) and also still wataei, this will also turn out to be good and not undo Wataru’s characterisation and development. And if it does just undo all the progress that’s been made without giving us reason and plot consistent explanations for why wataei might be over? Well it would just have to be bad writing :/ (trying to point out that i can accept writing is good even if I don’t like the direction personally. If im given good writing and it still turns out to be a direction I didn’t want it to take, I’ll reluctantly accept it. If it just undoes established development and characteristics…. Ignored)

[shadowfear-art]

I saw your one piece animated for terror au and it's amazingggg!

But could you maybe tell more about it? Is there gonna be a fic of it? (It there is it'll be awesome-)

Sadly no fic cause I can't write a full story to save my life... Anyway-

Ah ye! If you are new to the Au itself (because I've been using the concept for other fandoms so there are established rules and world building that carry over) I'll give a quickest general background summery then the story itself.

Future me note: This ended up being more than a summary.

There's a ancient eldritch pen that turns anything into a toon/living drawing, usually with the needed help of a human hand to wield it.

Basically pen finds a vulnerable human, tempts them to draw out their woes or wants (whether they want to or not), leaves them with the consequences and fate of creating a living cartoon character with all the chaos that happens in between. There's an abundance of good, bad, ugly, and bitter sweet endings to these "stories".

Toons tend to dissapear sometime after as they have a place to dwell.

Now for Luffy, age 5, modern universe setting, living on Windmill Island (but not for long). Tho this story deviates from the normal formula.

Luffy has always been surrounded by people and his two close 'brothers' for the short 5 years of his life it was perfect. Until it wasn't and does what it always does, life changes. The people around the boy had begun to move on as they were needed elsewhere.

Garp was called over seas, something military? Luffy didn't really pay attention.

Shanks travels the world as an occupation.

Funny enough both of his brothers were involved in a custody battle and were required off the island to attend.

And so on and so forth, all promising to return.

Leaving Luffy alone in the care of Makino, as time went on a large ache began growing in his tiny chest. Taking the notice of something sinister.

"...Follow me... follo... me..."

"... I have... Something to... show you..."

A dark pied piper began singing it's deceitful tune into the childs dreams and eventually lure him out at night.

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On the other end of this trap is two murder toons Crocodile and Doflamingo, both sent from toon world to take care of a certain annoying goup of intrest.

Toons are chaotic creatures thats no secret but thier existence is due to how crafty and dangerous they can be as a whole (not that humans haven't tried to let the world know about them just always seemingly fail from coincidence) so obviously there's an agency out to take care of these creatures, N.E.T (Neutralization and Extraction of Toons) Is their codename.

The more violent toons are sent out remove the growing annoyance.

And this night was no different, NET agency was taking root on the island so the duo are there to be an effective deterant... And relive some violent needs. Win-win.

Then Luffy walked right in to the situation.

Crocodile knew a trap when he saw one, just was figuring out what type... Or the boy actually wandered into a massacre in the middle of the night, ALONE.

Right.

Needless to say he had the right approach, scare the child and inflict a small "scratch" to cement he's not supposed to be here, if everything goes right the boy will run away bawling his eyes out. A better option than what Doflamingo had in mind.

What he didn't account for was the half dead agent behind his distracted self shooting right through him unable to see the small human due to the toons large size and cloak. It didn't hit Luffy but splattered him with ink, which is essentially the toons blood, new problem for the child.

The black liquid is 99% lethal if it entered a living beings blood system and just having inflicted a wound across the boys cheek Crocodile can now count the minutes before the tiny human collapses.

Unfortunate but perhaps the boy may appreciate the large toon return the favor to another neglectful adult in his short life.

Quick work.

Doflamingo was the first to catch that the kid wasn't dead after.

For the first time in years Crocodile felt his ink run cold, it was a trap.

It was always a trap for him.

The 1%, only if the two are compatible, instead of dying forces beyond understanding would convert living creatures into what they are.

White and black splotches have already begun to appear across the boy's skin, hair, and clothes with increasing speed.

Unsurprisingly both boy and tthon start to show two types of panic, Luffy being the louder soon becoming disoriented with confusion and Crocodile's mind racing to find a option that didn't involve killing a kid... That being said It wasn't off the table.

Before he could come to a conclusion both large toons noticed that their time was up and had to leave immediately.

All three of them.

The last thing heard were echoing wails for those who promised to return to the child's side now gone to a place they could never reach.

End. And the Beginning.

(This au has a B plot)

[foggycrusadepenguin]

Okay have you ever done something so self indulgent you think you actually need to explain it.

Well i did, i did a whole Au because of some honestly delusional type thoughts.

BUT if you actually read you may see where I'm coming from.

Sincerely if you take away the randomness of it you may find a incredible Au idea, a really wacky au with time travel, dimension hopping and forced found family left and right. Sounds awesome doesn't it.

Yet in every place there has to be a start and well this is kind of me rambling and being a conspire about how my favorite childhood movies prepared me to ship corabug but I also explain the Au so if you're ready let's go.

So let's say I tell you I have a character he has blue hair, large red nose, has a complex about his appearance and has streak of good bad luck.

Who am I talking about?

Buggy you say?

This guy?

Yeah?

No, actually no I am talking about this baby here.

They both have blue hair (Well plastic? For Doraemon but you get it)

They both have large red noses (Doraemon jus has a big head for his nose)

They both have a complex about there apereance, Buggy with his nose, Doraemon with being mistaken for a raccoon (He is robot cat! The best one to!)

And well about there luck they both kind of live out of coincidences even if Doraemon tends to have a better luck.

So you are going to say okay you have a taste for favorite characters, whats the problem?

And I will say have patience my little grasshopper for I still have not finished.

Doraemon has a girlfriend, or well his first love, Noramyako.

Now she looks like this now.

And well there's not really anything similar to Corazon right? This was about Doraemon having codded me to like Corabug and apart from the pink they don't really look similar do they?

Well i never saw this Noramyako, I saw the one from the special the begining of Doraemon.

And she looked like this.

And well now she is pink and tall (I love this design, she is a dancer and she looks so pretty when she spins, Doraemon also only gets up to her waist which honestly Corabug right there)

it's way more coincidences than my brain needed (Apart i think it's funny she is gracious and he is clumsy has they come, opposites but similar, and both cuties that could probably kill you! What else do you need?! Nothing that's what.)

I could also mention Doraemon was blonde at the start? And Buggy is posible going to be blond (I'm not up to date with the manga but i did see some people mentioning it and drawing it)

That being said, Doraemon has one of the wackiest type worlds to exist (I'm basing myself in the movies has I have never seen the series)

There is time travel (Doraemon is from the future, apart that they always jump in time)

Dimension hopping (No that much but the amount of time they end in random ass no way is this earth type things is pretty high)

A wacky timeline that constantly jumps around (They have broken there timeline a lot of times but nothing ever happens so ┐⁠(⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠)⁠┌)

And a lot of convenient artifacts from the future with so many cool uses.

There also a time mafia, a time police and ect.

So if I said there is a way to put the usual madness of one piece in to Doraemon it's because I can.

But how?

Drum rolls please.

Time pirates!

So to transverse time they use a type of machine that flies through space. Why not make it a ship, can you imagine robbing all types of items from all types of places and time periods? Wouldn't that be awesome!

All while traveling with flying ship? (Like the treasure planet movies ones)

Yes It would and you are right.

Apart from that having a lot of liberties timeline wise because there is the time travel gimmick.

Things happening in order but In such different time periods is magical.

There's a spot for everything, marines? Time police.

The world government, some high rankings future people or even the sky people ( Yes they exist)

Like the incident of flevance could very well be the world government abusing a community which they knew was going to diaper anyway but could give them rare materials.

And this is how we get into the au idea I was saying.

So Law survives flevance like always but thanks of the intervention of the time police in the extermination of the people he finds out about the time travel and even travels with them when they are leaving.

In the future he gets recruited by a robot in the shape of a tall cat that has serious narcissism problem Doflamingo who manages a small time mafia know has the family and who only wants to create chaos.

Doflamingo gets all type of people that shouldn't be alive, that shouldn't exist, robots humans, others, he recruits everyone he can get his claws on.

They are all from different time periods, different tragedies, different species, all of them hurt by the injustice of the world.

Law is still dying and there is no know cure, people believe the people of flevance had a thing like the black plague and because they all died no one bothered to find out more about it and those who did try and investigate where quickly dismissed by the world government.

He doesn't have time and he has a lot of anger, he wants people to hurt like he has.

At the same time there's Corazón a robot cat that works for the time police and is undercover in the mafia, believing it is his duty to end Doflamingo has one of the only two existent Donquixote robots after there creator was brutally murdered.

They both are brothers, the only two models done by the scientist Donquixote, they are more resistant, more intelligent and unique.

When he sees Law at first he wants to drive him away, no child should be left under the care of the family.

Yet he also kind of sees his 'mother' who died thanks to a unknown illness one he wants able to find a cure for he wants to help and when he find out Law is a D well he makes a decision.

The D are time anomalies, people believe anyone with a D is destined to change the very seems of time which is why they are considered dangerous and Doflamingo fears them.

So he steal a time machine and kidnaps Law, he will save him no matter the cost.

The comes Buggy another cat robot, but this one is a mass produced one, a pirated version actually who manages a small group of rebellious pirate robots who also double function has a small four person? Robot circus.

Buggy is a malfunctioning robot, he can separate in to parts and his synthetic hair grows a lot to the point he can't really cut it because it grows back to being long.

Nobody really knows why of his malfunction has it happened years ago, they do know it has something to do with some red hair though.

Anyway he ends up accidentally roped on to Corazon and Law small crew when they rob his smaller ship one he had been using while his crew went and did something flashy elsewhere.

He can't leave not with the time police so close on there trail and well he may be a little to easy to have a change of mind when treasure is mentioned.

So he stays and while he had promised himself to not get close to humans again they weren't worth the pain, they weren't worth the bitterness or the hollow feeling they left when they where no longer there.

He does become invested in helping Law, they don't have a good relationship in anyway but he kind of wants to help.

Though he does end up becoming closer to Corazon, they both get each other even when they have small fights and difference in morals, they understand each other.

Which is why he uses his crew to look out for any cure or saving possibilities.

Things get interesting when they find out about a devil fruit they may use, one that could mean salvation for Law.

It's going to be hard has devil fruits are special confections that seem to be timeless, they have been from the start and no one in the future know who did them or even if some did them but there effects are unstoppable.

Things get vague after that they get the fruit thanks to Corazon but they don't know his ending if he was killed or not and Buggy ends up separated from Law thanks to a problem with the ship in there scape.

Funnily enough Buggy ends meeting a face he hasn't seen in decades, a face that's not quite how he remembers, a face far to young he meets Ace.

Ace the son of his captain.

We could also talk about the weird kid with a familiar straw hat that Buggy absolutely despises or the weird kid that obviously is not a time traveler who didn't do his homework about what period of time he is soupose to be in.

Or the fact he is trapped with them thanks to the fact his own time device is broken and doesn't work.

The fact he doesn't know if Corazon is alive or if Law managed to scape, if his crew is alright or what does it mean that the straw hat child even has the hat.

There also the fact the kids shouldn't be in the time they are in but who is counting anyway?

Now having finished have some extra art I did <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

[belokhvostikova]

I've been going through your whole masterlist since yesterday and it's safe to say I'm obsessed! You're a fantastic writer <33

I have to say “Interrogations with the unconscious” is my favorite. It was a big ouchie, though... Do you think they did wind up back together (after some grovelling from Eddie 😉), or do they go back to no contact?

Ah, THANK YOU SO MUCH! <3 I love that my page is being ransacked!

And “Interrogations with the Unconscious,” are you kidding?! I feel like out of all my oneshots, that one is not my most popular, but it’s a dear little treasure of mine, I loved writing it! It was my birthday treat! :)

(Please know, if I ever write a story wear Eddie and Reader don’t get back together, I’ve been kidnapped and someone’s taken over my page!) Rockstar!Eddie, of course, grovels to the depths of hell to get back with Reader- well, at least in my head, lol. It’s safe to say Eddie does, in fact, have a face that’s hard to say no to, as—much to their dismay—management would allow him to stay in Indianapolis longer than what was intended.

It was a win-win, those who previously bought tickets to the Indy show were able to attend a show, where Eddie actually stayed to perform, and Eddie got the gift of spending Christmas with you. Of course, it came with much reluctance on your part, but when Eddie promised to bring “the old man” with him, you couldn’t pass up a chance to spend Christmas with Wayne Munson!

He played quite the mediator, enjoying the snippy banter that played out between you and Eddie over the roast. And when needed, Wayne jumped in to take your side, and ensured Eddie was receiving all the playful insults. And maybe, just maybe, when Eddie needed help with kneading the cookie dough, a little spark buzzed within you two, as your fingers brushed to smooth out the mush of flour and eggs.

But, of course, the road called, and Eddie couldn’t spend time in Indy forever. Which is why he exuded the most effort to fly across the country to spend his off days in Indiana. For you? No. Totally not. It just so happened to be a coincidence that during this period one of the biggest playboys in Hollywood wasn’t photographed with any models/actresses, like he usually would be. Total coincidence, ha ha…

And maybe you notice how attentive he’s become, washing off that rockstar facade to showcase the old Eddie you once fell in love with. Something about being back in his home state that really brings him back down to Earth. So, perhaps, one day, Eddie suggests moving back to Indiana. And his team hates it. But what’s his team without Eddie Munson?!

So, yeah, a plot of land is purchased in Indiana- hey, funny enough, only a twenty minute drive from your townhouse, huh? And maybe it’s the close proximity that allows a friendship to bud between you and Eddie. I mean, it’s not like you can avoid him, he’s still in your friend group.

And let’s just say, one, I don’t know, drunken night, you’re feeling just a teensy bit horny. C’mon, you’re a grown woman with needs, happens to the best of us. And Eddie, well, Eddie can recognize that needy face from a mile away, so when he catches those round eyes across the room at the mixer Harrington was hosting, he jumped hurdles to ask if you were okay.

Of course, you weren’t okay! You knew that! He knew that!

And Eddie complied with every stern request from you that this was only a ONE. TIME. THING.

But is it ever really? No.

Nine months later, gossip articles are in a frenzy over the iceberg that’s been spotted on your ring finger.

[adragonsoulants]

So the myrmica nuptial flight!

This was a funny journey which was kicked off by finding a dead winged queen outside of a tetramorium nest! I was like is it a tetramorium queen? No it feels too small, she wasn't much bigger than the workers and she has two petiol just like tetramorium do, but something still isn't right... Anyways I had my eyes peeled for alates and when I was sitting outside eating dinner what did I see? A drone!

I was finding quite a few, some of them were being carried off by other ant species for their dinners. I found a couple more queens but they were all dead too, few of them getting carried off by ants again too.

So obviously what ever nest these alates are coming from must be bustling, finding those could help me ID them. Since my though at first was Tetramorium, I go around to all the Tetramorium nests I know of. Sure they were busy but no alates in sight, plus it's still early for them, I think they're July fliers.

Was finding drones everywhere, some even landing on me.

So this was reenforcing my feelings that it's definitely not a tetramorium, but what could it be? I know it's not a solonopeis. And then the word hits me, what if it's myrmica. I was actually confusing myrmica for messor again but I was right! Myrmica they are! And around the same time I stumbled upon what I was pretty sure was a busy myrmica nest!

Looks like they had just been fighting with some tetramorium workers as their bodies were laid about.

These guys are so tiny I had a hard time finding them when I was looking for them again even though I knew right where they were.

They're probably only slightly bigger than red velvet mites.

Now I never saw alates coming from this nest, so it's possible it was just a coincidence that these guys were active at the same time.

I ended up returning to where I was finding the drones hoping to at least spot some queens. It was starting to get dark and oh boy, let me tell you, looking for these ants was hard. From a distance such as standing normally the queens look just like a tetramorium workers. Get closer and you can see they're a bit longer with their double petiol being more pronounced and longer. They also move slower. But that's it, my only tellers were being slightly longer and slower.

Despite that I did manage to find the queens pretty easily! That must mean there were a bunch around as I caught 4 total within probably about 5-10 mins of catching the first one. All within about a 6 ft radius

These guys are likely polygynous, and also semi-claustrial. So they get a little foraging space but I may end up reducing them down to just the tube, we'll have to see on that one. I've never kept a semi-claustrial species before and I can't find a whole lot of specific information on keeping myrmica outside of Myrmica rubia which it's unlikely these ladies are M. rubia, as it doesn't appear that the invasive species has been recorded in my state.

The good news is, what information I have found, they say that this species is generally pretty easy to keep!

Anyways, thanks for reading this, I'll try and keep you all posted on what I end up doing with these ants!

[ghastlyvampire]

Large 1 am thought dump about the ghovie under the cut (contains spoilers) (it really is large and pretty disorganized and a bit random)

(I rewrote this at 8 am ☝️)

The theater was PACKED!! The session I went to was almost fully sold out. There were cosplayers where I went too, it was great. No merch available unfortunately, but hey I didn't even expect it to show in my country so I'm very pleased.

(downside: no popcorn because if we tried to get popcorn we would have been late. The popcorn line basically took over the cinema's entry hall. The ghovie coincided with a bunch of parents taking their kids to see inside out which made for a funny mix at the waiting line).

I basically didn't know anything about what to expect but it was so cool. I'M JUST SAD I COULDN'T GET THE LAST QR CODE IN TIME SIGH BUT IT'S OKAY!!

I went with my dad and he loved it. This is the first movie we watched in a theater that he somehow didn't fall asleep in the middle of LOL.

The downside: as usual, sexual innuendos were a bit awkward to witness when your father is sitting right next to you. That didn't stop me from enjoying anything though dkkskfkdk

I kind of wish the people in my session had been more... Idk I mean it was basically a concert right!! I was expecting more singing and stuff. I normally hate loudness but in these contexts I really like it, but judging by the wait line we were all nerds so it makes sense why no one was extroverted enough for that.

(We did all laugh sometimes and also everyone groaned at the cliffhanger which was funny) (twice, once when the screen turned black and then when the lights of the theater turned back on) (everyone waited)

I did unfortunately also conclude that there's like a 90% chance that I could not ever actually go to a Ghost concert (or most big concerts) because of the lights* 🥹 (autism). I just looked away whenever it got too much but I was also kind of transfixed but regardless I had fun.

*well, really thinking about it I would probably already be overwhelmed just by being in that big of a crowd. Then having to listen to it scream the whole time would have probably kill me so there's that

I got so scared that Copia was going to die at the end. My heart was beating so fast nearing the end and when the balloon thing start I was like It's Over. Then it wasn't!

(In my heart I kind of knew Tobias wasn't going to do that because we are all very attached to him at this point and I would imagine he is too)

THE SKELETONS WERE SO SILLY I LOVED THEM

The Mary On a Cross animation made me very happy

The costume changes were so cool to witness and I really liked Papa's (or Fráter's now, I guess hehe) little boxer outfit.

Someone brought their baby AND THE BABY DIDN'T CRY OR SCREAM ONCE! Idk how their mom did it since I'm sure they couldn't have been sleeping but maybe they were raised with Ghost so they were just as hooked into the movie as the rest of us.

Oughhh ouch now I'm craving cinema popcorn so bad I wish I could have seen the movie while eating popcorn.

It was nice to get the confirmation that Copia really is Nihil and Sister's son (even though we all knew).

When they were in that box thing I thought that Nihil was going to possess him. I was expecting for him to possess him when he did the pose too for some reason.

I was like wow I will be completely normal about this I'm not even autistic about Ghost anymore. Then I sat down on the chair and immediately was fighting back tears. Apparently I can never be Normal About Things (specifically Things That I Like a Lot).

IF YOU HAVE GHOSTS!!

The new song is great

I was sad that Sister died but she's a ghost so really it's okay.

Immediate edit: THE TWIN THING ALSO YEAH THAT WAS UNEXPECTED

I might edit this later with more thoughts but I'm too sleepy to think right now. If you somehow read everything then hiiii thank you for reading my messy thoughts

Edit #2: The ghovie had no ads before it. Like at all. I was pleasantly surprised but also feel bad for the people that went into it a bit late thinking they wouldn't miss anything because the ads usually take minutes.

Edit #3: Another reason that makes me think that I'd die at a real Ghost concert is that the music is probably very loud as well, and while my brain dislikes loud music that I like less than the other loud things, it's still not immune to it. Thinking about it, it's crazy that somehow I didn't feel overwhelmed by the sounds in the ghovie once, considering that usually that happens at least once in every movie I see on the theater. Idk if it's just me or they just made it like that, but I'm VERY pleased about that too.

If you want more specific spoilers then dm me I love rambling about things I like

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can you please make a part 2 of Old flame?

Old Flame II

Summary: In an attempt to get under Billy's skin Bullet Club Gold interrupts The Acclaimed to request a trios title shot. During the confrontation, Austin and Colten bring up Y/n and how Billy is secretly in love with her after all these years. What happens when Y/n runs into Austin and Colten after Dynamite and learns that the words exchanged were indeed true.

Part 1 Part 3 Main Masterlist Billy Gunn Masterlist

Word count: 1092

Yn’s pov

When I signed with AEW I knew that would mean I would be working with my ex. That idea never bothered me, it had been so many years I had almost completely forgotten about it. I wouldn’t even call him my ex because we never officially dated, we were just friends that slept together. Billy got married, had two children and moved on like I did. Shortly after we split I got the opportunity to move across the world to work in Japan and I jumped at the opportunity. Even though Billy and I were never an item when I told him I was moving to Japan it was almost as if I was handing him divorce papers. I had never seen him in such a state, he thought he was the one who made me move but the job opportunity was just a pure coincidence. 

“Y/n, you don’t have to do this. Please stay, stay with me” Billy begged as he held onto me as if he was drowning and I was a life preserve. “I’m sorry but I can’t pass up this opportunity” I told the poor man. “If you really want you can move with me?” I knew he would never say yes but I had to at least throw the idea out there. “You know I can’t do that” he told me. “You have to let me go, Billy. It’s not like we are dating, you did that to yourself. You can call me if you need anything even with a 14-hour time difference” With that I left, hopping on a plane wondering if I was making the right decision. 

Fast forward 30 years here I am in AEW. Japan taught me many things, although I did spend some time wrestling I was more focused on writing. I became a creative director and producer for some of the big leagues in Japan. During that time I had a daughter and met many different people, people who I would be friends for life with. That was how I ended up in AEW. The forbidden door PPV brought me back to the States where I decided I would stay, signing with AEW. 

It was weird when I first saw Billy for the first time after so many years. I knew he was there but seeing him in person was a whole different story. He was more attractive now and more muscular if that was even possible. Billy and I didn’t spend too much time with each other as we were both busy but I did spend a lot of time with his sons. When Austin and Colten asked if I could help train them I accepted the offer, training the two of them with my daughter Ashley. At first, I found it weird how many questions Austin kept asking about my relationship with his father but just ignored it. It wasn’t until I heard the words exchanged between Bullet Club Gold and The Acclaimed that I got it. All of these invasive questions were to get under Billy’s skin. It was a smart idea but I didn’t know how it was relevant. 

 After the show, I ran into Austin and Colten Gunn to which I asked them about their choice of words on dynamite. “You know what we said was true right?” Colten asked me

“What do you mean by that?” “I mean my dad is still in love with you!” I was shocked by what I was hearing. “What?” I asked in disbelief  “It’s true” Austin said “I mean just look at the guy. Since the moment you stepped in here, he hasn’t shut up about you. Have you seen our mom, she looks like a bad ripoff of you” The more I thought about it I guess it made sense. He was quite upset after the whole incident, more than I was. Although the mention of Billy getting with someone with similar features as mine was funny, I didn’t think it was true. That it was until I saw a picture. “See! I told you, the same person!” Colten said to me as I looked at the photo in my hands. Sure we both had Y/h/c hair and Y/e/c eyes but I would say that was a coincidence. 

“I think this is a bit far-fetched don’t you think? That’s also mean to your mom, I’m sure she’s a nice person” I told the boys. “I don’t like my mom. I like my dad more and that’s saying something” Austin told me. “Yeah, I wish you were my mom. Billy even showed us all of your old matches when we were little. He talked about you a lot. I think my mom was jealous, that’s why she dipped” Colten confessed. 

This was a lot of information for me to process. Sure I was in a similar situation, being a single mom after Ashley’s father couldn’t handle the wrestling lifestyle. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to throw myself at Billy like I was back in my 20s. Sure it was nice to see Billy again, age served him well. He was way different than I remembered. He was more mature, wiser, he was kinder and everyone liked him. The Billy Gunn I remembered was an Ass man. People were jealous of him, women threw themself at him, he had an attitude and bad temper he was a walking red flag but I knew deep down inside was a good guy. 

This Billy Gunn was Daddy Ass. He was respected, looked up to, and a mentor. He was kind to people, going out of his way to make young talent feel welcome. His title of “Daddy” Ass was accurate as he just had this “Daddy” aura to him. Not in a DILF way but a Daddy way. An overprotective kind soul, the guy I knew was hiding under the cockiness he had during his youth. 

I didn’t know what to do with this new information. If Billy was in love with me he should be the one to tell me, not his sons. “I think it’s getting late don’t you think. We can chat more about this next week at your next session. If what you told me is true it should be your dad telling me this not you. Good night boys” I told them as I left the arena. I didn’t even notice that I angrily stormed past Billy until I heard him calling my name. Stopping me in my tracks. 

[kyouka-supremacy]

hi! I've been going through your blog and I love all your analyses, we may not agree on everything but it's definitely fun to read and eye-opening and I'm grateful to see someone looking into bsd with such depth and whipping out whole essays <3

On that note. There was a fan theory I read when dead apple came out (for the life of me I cannot remember the source, if anyone knows please tell me) that Atsushi's healing ability applies only to the injuries caused by other abilities, and he can't heal from non-ability things like guns etc. The op cited the scene in ch18 where Atsushi is caught in a shooting, and healed by Yosano in the next chapter.

This theory came about because 1) in dead apple, Shibusawa says that the tiger is "the antithesis to all abilities" and "the ability everyone desires." Then we never get the reason why Shibusawa was so obsessed with Atsushi. And 2) in ch7 after sskk's first encounter where Atsushi's leg is severed, Yosano takes a look and thinks "there's no scar, it's more of a restoration than a regeneration."

The gist of this is that I like the idea of Atsushi not being 100% invulnerable. And, if his is indeed the antithesis to all abilities then I'm excited to see what that entails; it implies that in the face of a time travel ability, he would be able to turn back time (if he knew how to use it ofc, cough Fukuchi fight cough). If the book is tied to an ability, Atsushi may be able to undo changes done by the book? he may also nullify Dazai's nullification? idk this opens many doors. Anyway! this is my fave bsd theory. I think, with how Akutagwa's ability sort of completes Atsushi's, and with the whole Rashomon being able to eat space, maybe with this development it will also "eat" a portion of the timeline, as in, undoing the events that occurred? is this making any sense? sorry for the rant I'd love to hear what u think, thanks <3

Hi!! Thank you for your kind words, they mean a lot!!! Could this be the post you were looking for? Funny enough, it was at the very top of my reblogs queue. Indeed, it's an extremely insightful theory!!!

So, there's a lot to unpack here. Ever since I've read that theory, I've found Yosano's thoughts regarding Atsushi's healing from chapter 7 extremely interesting. It's curious, because the nuance gets completely lost in the official English translation:

(Raws → fantranslation → official Yen Press English translation). As you can see, the meaning gets totally lost in the last one. It almost makes me wonder if it was an intentional change due to the fact that the plot point won't be brought up in the manga in ten years (much like opting out of adapting the Steinbeck Guild uprising in the anime, since that plot point has been apparently discarded), but I hope it's not the case.

All taken into account, I don't think it's a stretch to say Atsushi's ability, due to his quality of denying other abilities, can only quickly regenerate as far as other abilities wounds go. When I was reading the manga I thought it was only plot conveniency and suspension of disbelief, but taking a closer look perhaps the pattern of wounds not caused by abilities taking longer to heal isn't concidential: it already happened with the wounds he suffered from in the orphanage, which ended up leaving scars (chapter 28), with the Guild's attack, which was of unknown nature but required Yosano's help to heal (chapter 18-19), with Twain's sniper attacks, which as the theory's Op point don't seem to have healed immediately (chapter 29). But in my opinion it's still too little instances to be able to affirm with certainty that it's not just coincidences dictated by plot convenience.

I do have a feeling there must be Something to Atsushi's ability. it can't just be tiger transformation and wounds regeneration. He's the protagonist, and leaving it at that, that's about the lamest ability of them all (sorry!! I love him still!!). I like the idea of Atsushi's ability being truly special, carrying qualities that have yet to be unfolded that make it different and somehow above the other abilities. I really think it'd be the most satisfying progression narrative wise, because so far Atsushi has gotten really little to claim for his protagonist role, being constantly overshadowed by Dazai; but he's the main character still, and it's like the story itself is waiting to reveal what makes him special. And there being something special to his ability has been, though subtly, consistently underlined: the extraordinary bounty on his head that nothing about what we know seems to explain, the fact that the Guild wanted to capture him specifically, the no further elaborated on fact that he's the key to finding the Book, Shibusawa's concern with him and, most importantly, the ability's quality of tearing through other abilities. Like, that feels very relevant; it's different from Dazai's nullification ability in the way it doesn't just temporarily nullify the other ability, but straight up denies it. I feel like in a manga that is so littered with meta commentery on literature, it'd be fitting to have an ability that denies other abilities' very existence, like moving a rubber through the page. It's certainly interesting to think about. And I like the concept of Atsushi's ability as an alternative to Dazai's nullification ability. Dazai has been feeling invulnerable so long, it would be gratifying to contemplate the existence of something that's outside of his sphere of influence, and potentially even more powerful and destructive than he is.

Again, there's already so many elements that make it impossible to ignore the uniqueness of Atsushi's ability; but even then, they're still so sparse and obscure it's really hard to take a guess on what it could really be about, or what is the reason why it's special. There's so much space for soeculations - a connection with the book, a singularity, a God-like ability just to name a few -, but in my opinion none of them have any concrete enough canon basis to leave space for theories. I think I'd rather limit myself to say it would make a lot of sense for it to be an ability superior to other abilities, since it's something that has the power to tear through abilities themselves, and I believe that such quality is also coherent with its link to the Book as another ability-originated, extremely powerful object. The ability's power to rewrite reality, if only to a smaller extent compared to the Book, may further hint to its connection to the Book / being originated from the Book / sharing origins with the Book. When the ability immediately helps Atsushi regenerate from ability induced wounds he is lowkey rewriting the story to portray a reality where Atsushi wasn't hurt, and when he tears abilities apart it is lowkey rewriting a story where the ability didn't exist. In that, I believe it wouldn't be too far-fetched to draw similarities with the way the Book works. This also made me realize that where it's confirmed that the Book's altered reality to the point of changing the ada's memories so they remembered committing the terrorism crimes, I'm pretty sure that we never got the confirmation the same happened to Atsushi. Then, what if the book can't have effect on Atsushi due to his ability, but only on the reality surrounding him.

So yeah. I'm curious to see how this will unwrap, although I have my doubts I'll still be around when it does (man, the manga is going to take another six months just to catch up with the last anime episode, so you know). I really really like the concept of Atsushi's ability developing in a way that will make it more functional in a rematch against Fukuchi. I've been advocating for a sskk vs. Fukuchi rematch for years at this point, and it seems like we will indeed be getting it; and sskk BETTER win it this time, it wouldn't make any narrative sense to be otherwise. But to do that they'll have to overcome their biggest disadvantage that is Shintou Amenogozen's time manipulation, so you know!! Looking forward to see a sskk that is now mature and experienced unveil new skills to their abilities.

[passivenovember]

Goldie (harringrove week day two: Carol Perkins’ curling iron)

--

The first time Carol and Billy met she spit a wad of gum in his hair. 

It had been hilarious. Hot, even, when Billy dug his fingers through Steve’s diet coke and pulled away with two ice cubes, working the gooey lump from his pretty blonde curls like this wasn’t his first rodeo. 

With a devilish, impressed smirk he declared, “I like that girl,” 

Steve tried not to stare at Billy’s fingers as they fiddled with the strawberry gum. “She’s a piranha.”

“We’re gonna fuck,” Billy said, plain and simple, and popped Carol’s gum into his mouth with a pleased hum.

Tommy H., was panicked about the whole thing, especially when all Carol could talk about after that first catfight was Billy Hargrove. Malibu Barbie. The Surfer Boy, Firefly from Hell.

She always said it with a flush to her cheeks. A snap of her gum, like if she chewed hard enough she could taste him on each new stick.

Steve had never seen a friendship birthed from that kind of rivalry, except maybe their own, but Billy seemed to have that kind of affect on people. Especially girls.

It drove him crazy. 

The way Billy never had to try to get everyone’s eyes on him, raking over him desperate to map every curve and valley that swam through their dirtiest dreams. And Steve had been that way once, too, but.

Billy was different. 

Effortlessly alluring and beautiful.

Steve did backflips to try and get his attention. To keep that fiery blue on him, and Carol was the first to notice. 

“He’s a bitch,” She told Steve one night, last month, after he drank a little too much trying to beat Billy’s keg stand and then drank a little more to forget the memory of Billy kissing Heather Duke.

Carol held Steve’s hair for him, that night, muttering, “He’s a slutty little fucking shitty fucker bitch.”

“He looks like Goldilocks,” Steve had whined, ”He’s so beautiful, I love him,” and everything went black. 

Carol doesn’t feel the way she used to about Malibu Barbie. They’re friends, now, which makes things a hell of a lot more difficult for Steve. And, obviously, it’s about him. Everything’s about him.

Things come back around. 

Steve feels better than he did last year. More in control. It’s Hawkin’s High’s annual Who’s Who Halloween bash, and even Keith made the cut this year, dressed at C-3P0, which is a testament how dire the situation is now that Steve’s graduated, but it’s not a coincidence.

None of it is a coincidence. 

The Camaro rolls to a thundering stop out front and Billy steps out in a fucking Goldilocks costume, and--

Steve sucks a glob of flat beer up his windpipe and down his nose, because Carol’s laughing. 

Steve glares at her, snatching the napkin she offers with her lips coiled like a stale licorice whip. “What did you say to him?” He snarls.

Billy’s surrounded by girls. And guys. Just a whole crowd of drunk, horny country bumpkins who can’t think with his thighs encased in white nylon like that, and.

“Did you tell him?” Steve demands.

“Tell him what?”

“You know what I’m talking about,”

“I dunno what you mean, Stevie,” Carol bats her eyelashes at him, witch hat falling to the side. She snaps a piece of gum Steve doesn’t remember her chewing.

The sea of assholes part, and Billy spots them, and. “Harrington!” He calls, happy and loose.

Steve grips the witch bitch next to him, “He’s wearing lip gloss,”

“I helped.”

“Perks, he’s wearing mascara--”

“He’s Goldilocks,” Carol tells him smugly. She falls quiet, stepping aside to let Steve look his fill “Isn’t he a Betty?” She asks, and.

And. 

Steve’s never been so hard in his life. He doesn’t register the people around Billy, or the way everyone’s tugging on his curls and watching his ass as he walks toward the porch, because it doesn’t matter.

Billy’s a vision. 

Everything Steve never knew he desired, rolled into one funny, smart, beautiful package.

Billy laughs, giving Lonnie Clark a high five and the cup of his bodice straining deliciously against his chest. He fiddles with his headband when Heather Duke tries to play keep-away. Says goodbye to his Fanclub as he tries to get closer. Billy looks at Steve with worried, impatient eyes. Waves, with a little, “Gimmie a sec, I wanna talk to Steve,” to the girl who won’t step off, and that’s it. 

A line of the hottest people in Hawkins could be on their knees, mouths open, waiting to suck Billy’s dick right now and Steve wouldn’t be jealous.

Because Billy wants to see him. 

He’s making a beeline for the front porch, eyes scanning Steve from head to toe. His hips sway in that little yellow skirt, and despite the nylon Steve can see something moving. 

Something straining, a little.

“Holy hell,” Steve rasps. He can’t breathe. His lungs don’t work, his throat is swollen shut. 

“See something you like, Hair Bear?” Carol scrapes his cheek with her nails and Steve finishes his drink, tossing the cup onto the lawn to grab Carol Perkins and tickle the shit out of her.

Carol swats at him, giggling all bright and panicked. “I can feel your hard on, you freak!”

“Carol,” Steve hisses, and then Billy’s there. 

“Hey, hey, leave my girl alone!” He chuckles, and. Pressing close to get his arms around Perkins, Billy manhandles their very own Evil Cheerleader to the side her so Steve can’t finish what he started.

Without 90 pounds of meddling redhead in the way, Billy stares at him. His eyes burn from the furry neckline of Steve’s costume, all the way down to his sneakers and back again.

Billy smirks, tongue wagging between his cherry red lips. “What the fuck are you supposed to be, Harrington?”

“Carol picked it out,” Steve puffs his chest, suddenly defensive, when Billy frowns at him. “I’m a teddy bear.”

“Bullshit,” Carol howls, smoking a joint someone handed her on their way into the house. “He’s mama bear!”

Billy’s eyes widen. He looks down at himself, cataloguing the vee of his hips, before scowling. “Perkins, you little shithole.”

“What’d I do?”

“Yeah, Hargrove, what’d she do?” Steve deadpans, only a little guilty for liking the angry pink flush that covers Billy’s tits.

It’s not very often the guy gets upset, not where anyone can see. 

Billy’s eyes flash for a moment and then it’s gone, replaced with sharp humor as he slings an arm around Carol’s shoulders. “Nothing, teapot,” He kisses her forehead, never once taking his eyes off Steve. “You just wanted Mama and Daddy to get along, right?”

“Right,” Carol whimpers pathetically, smirking up at Steve from the protective pit of Billy’s arm. 

Billy’s tongue wags. Steve wants to suck it. Bite it off, maybe, “Don’t worry, Perks, Mommy and Daddy are just fine.” Billy lightly pats her ass, with a little, “Ain’t that right, mommy?”

And it’s just unfortunate.

Absolutely heinous that Steve’s dick, graciously hidden by the fur suit Carol had to wrestle him into, fills out. 

It chubs. Throbs. Weeps, a little, When Billy takes the joint that’s handed to him and says, “Come find me later, Mommy.” Before disappearing through the front door.

--

Steve does a couple of keg stands. Takes a shot off Veronica Lee. Smokes a blunt with Keith in the backyard and loses track of Goldilocks, somewhere between wishing he could pull Billy upstairs now and forgetting that he’s supposed to.

Steve’s playing with Carol’s cat when someone pats his shoulder. 

“’Mm busy,” Steve tells them, giggling when the cat nibbles softly at his index finger. “If you wanna play with Arugula, you better hop the fuck in line and then die in line waiting because I’m playing with Arugula, we’re best friends and she loves me and I’m not moving, you fucker--”

The hand on his shoulder starts rubbing, fingers toying with the curls at the base of Steve’s neck. 

He swallows, resolute. “She’s so soft, she’s like a cloud of marshmallows and cotton and cotton landy--”

“Candy, pretty boy.” 

Steve cranes his head, laughing when it lands on Billy’s shoulder and he’s right there, pressed tight against him, watching with plush, smiling lips as Steve pets Arugula. 

“Billy!” Steve shouts. “I’ve been missing you so much.”

Billy leans away a little, and then comes back again, grinning down at the head on his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, we were supposed to go someplace, right?”

Billy combs the hair off Steve’s forehead. “Yeah, upstairs. I’ve been looking all over for you, where have you been?”

“Here,” Steve says, gasping when Arugula climbs into his lap. She’s an angel. She’s Steve’s best friend. He cries out, tears sliding down his cheeks. “Please don’t make me go. I don’t wanna go. You can’t make me, you’re gonna have to kill me.”

“Jesus Christ, how much have you had?”

“Enough to forget that I’m allergic to cats.”

Billy freezes. “How allergic,” He demands.

When Steve doesn’t say anything, Billy crawls to the front. “Steve--” He begins heavily, and Steve clutches Arugula to his chest, worried that Billy’s going to try and snatch her away.

Billy frowns, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with something secret, not quite mixed in so it’s grainy and raw.

He climbs to his feet, hand outstretched for Steve to take. When he doesn’t, Billy grins. “C’mon, pretty boy,”

Steve shakes his head. “I wanna stay here with Arugula.”

“You can come back to Arugula, you just have to take some allergy medicine so you don’t, fucking, die or something.”

Steve shakes his head, and the cat hops out of his arms. 

He glances around, shocked. 

Billy’s smiling. “See, baby, she wants to go shit in her box.”

That makes sense. Steve nods, like, “I think I might need to shit in my own box, soon.”

Billy laughs. Steve wants to catch it in his hands, keep it in a jar next to his bed. “I can take you to the bathroom,” Billy says, holding out his hand. “Do you trust me?”

Steve considers it and takes Billy’s hand, squawking out a laugh when he goes easy like an untethered air balloon, knocking into Billy’s chest.

“Woah, I gotcha,” Billy says gently, and Steve loves him. 

“I love you,” Steve says. When Billy’s cheeks get all pink, Steve touches them, squishes them between two fingers. “I love you so much, you’re so pretty.”

“Thanks.”

“You hair is curlier than usual,” Steve says, confused. “How?”

Billy shrugs, clearly embarrassed. “Carol helped me curl it.”

Steve wraps one around his finger and watches it bounce free. “Pretty,” He says, smiling at Billy’s open, confused mouth. “I’m gonna throw up,” He declares.

--

Steve rinses his mouth in the sink and stares at Carol’s curling iron, wrapped and corded in its little basket. 

He’s floating. Billy’s hand is between his shoulder blades rubbing soft, smooth circles, and.

Steve doesn’t remember how he got here. 

Billy’s telling him a story about California because Steve retched for so long his stomach liner is probably at the water plant, now, but his head feels more clear. 

He wipes his mouth. Watches Billy’s in the mirror. Knows, with ringing clarity, what he wants. Has always wanted. Billy laughs at something and Steve’s heart cracks open.

“You’re so different than I thought you’d be,” Steve says says.

Billy stops cold in his tracks. 

Steve. Can’t feel his lips. His face. “You’re the best person I’ve ever known, Billy,” He says, “You’re so good. You’re perfect.”

Billy snorts, cheeks bright red. “You’re drunk.”

“Yeah.” Steve admits. “Can I kiss you.”

Billy stares at him. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Finally, after a million years, he blinks. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“I can’t kiss you when you’re drunk, Steve.”

Steve tuns, hips pressed tightly against the marble sink. “Why not?”

“Because,” Billy starts. He fiddles with the hem of his skirt, refusing to look up. To face it. “Because I’m dressed like Goldilocks. Because you’re wired and it wouldn’t be right. It’d be me, taking advantage of someone I love, and you might regret it.”

Steve frowns. “I won’t.”

“But you might,” Billy tells the linoleum. “And when I kiss you for the first time I want it to be because we couldn’t stop it. Because it was killing us not to. Because we want it so bad the sun might light us on fire.”

Steve takes one step forward. Then another, and another still until Billy’s looking at him, his jaw nestled in Steve’s palm.

He holds steady. Keeps those eyes on him. 

“You sleeping over tonight?” Steve asks, knowing Carol had asked them both.

Billy nods. Wets his lips. 

“Tomorrow,” Steve tells him.