#whoops! honest mistake really

[nomstellations]

"Well well...lookee here~! An univited guest."

You hadn't expected that lazy looking pirate to move so quickly. Thinking you could sneak by while you raided the ship's stores, you now dangled from his hook as he studied you with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing on my ship, bud?"

You don't respond, instead kicking at the air. He chuckled, you could smell sweet alcohol on his breath. "Now, I don't take too kindly to little stowaways...but I can't say I've ever had a guest like you. You're so small...it'd be a real shame to just toss you out, wouldn't you say?"

You'd feel inclined to agree but something about the glint in his eye told you he had something up his sleeve. "How's about I make you a VIP, bud? We Twinhooks treat our guests real well, so I'm sure you'll love how we handle VIPs! Heh, you're real lucky it was me and not the captain that found you...here, lemme show you to your lodgings."

Expecting to be let down, you found your captor leaning back in his seat and lifting you over his face. His lips parted and warm breath tickled your legs- he was planning on eating you! Suddenly being kicked out was a lot more preferable, but he was already lowering your body into his mouth. It closed around your lower half, leaving you to wriggle helplessly and push against his face to pull yourself free. A smile spread beneath you, and he chuckled. Apparently your struggle was amusing to him, and he was content to hold you there for a moment while he sampled your flavor. It felt like you were held there forever when he tilted his head back more, suddenly gulping and pulling your lower half into his throat! This pulled you into his mouth, and your world went dark.

The pirate's tongue lapped against you briefly, which was enough to distract you from trying to get free. A deep gulp rung our beneath you, then another- you were a bit bigger than what he was used to, and it took more work to get you down. Fully encased in his throat, all you could do is squirm helplessly as the slick muscles constricted you and pulled you deeper. His heartbeat boomed around you as swallows urged you to your final destination, and his stomach very noisily greeted you as you slid inside. He must've had something to drink before you, but thankfully it didn't take up too much of your already cramped space. Immediately kicking and struggling around, you were only met with quiet laughter and some pats from above.

"Hahah, you were well worth the work, bud! Tell me, what does VIP stand for again? Very Ingestible Person?" He laughed, burping a little and massaging your form as his stomach burbled around you. "Enjoy that guest room of yours! A flavor like that's worth its weight in gold~"

[luffysscraps]

Throat choke;🔞;Drabble;Ft; Monkey D. Luffy

Cw;NSFW;Fem reader;Spit kink;Choking;Gross Luffy;Sloppy sex

“Mo~More~! D-deeper~ open wider~!” Luffy requested so much from you when he knew you had your throat filled with his cock. Your head hung over the bedside while his hips were leveled with your head. His hips would snap and thrust into your mouth at a very quick pace, choking you every time his length reached the back of your throat. His balls would slap against your face with every thrust, giving your skin a colored mark in the shape of his testicles and whiff of his musk.

Tears flowed down your face from you gagging on his cock. His hands gripped the sides of your face to hold you steady like you were nothing but his toy. “S-soo~ good~! Aha~ ahh~!” God He’s so loud, if the bed rocking didn’t give it away his moans and groans sure will. You felt his drool fly from out of his mouth and onto your breasts coating it in his slime. From the side of your face all the way to your stomach was covered in hickies and love bites. The male had devoured you earlier and now it was your turn to be his little toy.

You felt him in your skull, he was fucking your brains out with every single thrust. He would go in fast spurts, fucking you into oblivion before he stops, holds your head firmly on his balls while his whole dick is inside of your mouth. He stopped briefly to pant and catch his breath, unintentionally choking you with his dick. The skin of his balls sticking to your nostrils, not allowing you to breath and suffocating you silently. Your eye’s sclera turn red from the lack of oxygen, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you tug on his thigh, desperately trying to get his attention so you can breath again.

“Whoops, sorry-“ Is all he says as he pulls his length out of your mouth. You cough and gag, tears streaming down your face and you feel a bit light headed. It was an honest mistake! You should really tell him when you can’t breath!

Anyways, he’s back on it in seconds. Recovering his stamina faster then you can your need to breath. Right after apologizing for choking you, he’s right back at it. Shoving his dick down your throat, his dick stretching the skin around your throat causing a bulge to show in your throat. You whine and moan sending vibrations up his cock that only seem to motivate him more in chasing his orgasm. “Sooo~ Good~ Hahaha~! Y/N~! Your mouth is so tight! Gonna empty my balls down your throat~!” Luffy cries out, he’s rambling almost like a mad man as he fucks your throat. Spitting a bit when he speaks, causing it to splash on your face and chest.

Your eyes roll back as his speed somehow increases, you didn’t think he could get any faster but he does. His size hits the back of your throat with strength and speed, so hard and so rapidly your throat would be sore in the morning. Your mouth making naughty sounds from the gargling and gagging on his dick. His moans and skin slapping mixing with the noises causing the room to sound like nothing less then a porn shoot.

Luffy throws his head back and slams his length down your throat one last time. “Ugh-UGHA~! C-Cumming~!” He speaks babbles as his loads shoots to the back of your throat, only stopped from going down it by the latex condom around his length. He squirms and jolts as his seed keeps flowing, his dick twitching and throbbing with every shot, shooting his sticky cum down your throat. You feel the condom filling inside of your throat, a bag of cum now lodged in your gullet.

Once he was finished, he pulled out panting, the weight of his cum causing the condom to shimmy off of him a bit. The ball of cum still stuck in your throat as he’s panting besides you. “Hah…ha…” He pants out above you, sweat grazing his abs as he can only think about the blissful Ecstasy he had just moments ago. Your face turns red as you gag and inhale on the ball of cum stuck in your throat.

You try to force it out with a couple of hard blows but you were too weak and tired from being fucked out. It’s only when Luffy feels your weak fingers tapping on his thighs and your hics and coughs does he notice the condom’s end is still in your throat. He’s about to pull it out to help you but he only watches as finally one of your gags kicked the latex bag out of your throat. The cum bag covered in your spit sat and rolled down your face as you were panting trying to recover your breath.

He stared at you with wide eyes. His dick instantly hard again from the gross and sexy sight of you. His face filled with red, he knows it’s a long shot because you look half conscious at this point but…

“One more.” He begs like he did the last time and before you know it your throat is clogged with his cock once again.

[jflemings]

— loose lips sink ships pt6

pairing: jessie fleming x reader other parts

synopsis: jessie looks inward for answers she doesn’t have

warnings: angst, reader is kinda mean lol, not fully proofread so excuse any mistakes whoops

a/n: sorry this took so long 😁

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when training rolls around on tuesday, jessie calls in sick like a coward. she can’t get out of bed for longer than an hour, much less run around and put a smile on her face for her teammates.

janine texted her immediately once she realised her national captain wasn’t coming to training. her worried messages still stay unread on jessie’s phone three hours after they were received. sinc and sam tried too, only to get the same treatment.

you hadn’t reached out to her though. you hadn’t said a word to her since you walked out the door.

to know that a lie she had told mistakenly years ago might be the undoing of the life you built together made her want to throw up. what made it even worse though, was that she didn’t have an excuse. there really wasn’t a reason for why she said what she did, no matter how hard she tried to conjure one from the part of her brain that was still twenty two; the part that didn’t make sense then and doesn’t make sense now.

the canadian places a hand on her forehead and sighs deeply, tears pricking at her eyes when she thinks of you coming back to tell her that it was over — that you couldn’t be with someone who wasn’t honest from the start. she pictures you grabbing out every suitcase and bag you own to back your clothes, followed by the boxes that you two didn’t throw out when you first moved. she images you packing your trinkets, photos, books and medals and placing them in the boxes. she imagines you throwing away things you aren’t going to need, like the polaroid of you and her you keep on your nightstand. the one that sam took on her 23rd birthday when you and niamh decided to throw her a surprise birthday party.

she imagines the house devoid of you, blank and traceless like you hadn’t ever stepped foot through the front door.

as she turns to lay on her side, jessie wonders if she’s still got a fighting chance or if you’ve made up your mind already. you’ve always been decisive with things like that.

it’s a pill she isn’t prepared to swallow despite the open grave that’s found itself dug in the floor next to her side of the bed. she can’t — won’t — give up you and everything that you are, not without a fight. even if you scream at her and tell her you hate her, she’s going to stand her ground and fight. she’s going to get on her damn knees and beg for your forgiveness if she has to. she’ll spend everyday for the rest of her life making it up to you if you just give her one last chance.

she cries and cries and cries until the sun sets and she had a killer headache, the kind that thrums through your temples mercilessly. her eyes were heavy and puffy, and sore to the touch. jessie sits up and presses the cold heels of her hands onto her eyes, grimacing when she realises just how dry her eyes are from crying.

the canadian stands and grabs an oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants out of the dresser before heading into the bathroom. her movements are groggy and slow from both sleep and the physical toll from crying all day. she lazily flicks on the light and then turns on the shower, putting her hand under the water until it gets hot.

steam fills the bathroom and fogs the shower glass and mirror. she frowns at her blurred reflection in the mirror before casting her eyes down to the sink counter. everything is exactly where you left it after the two of you got home from the match on the weekend.

the toothpaste is uncapped, your discarded hair ties litter the porcelain, and your toothbrush hasn’t been put back into the mason jar turned bathroom decor. for a moment jessie thinks about tidying up — the want to have everything in it’s place beginning to over take her — but she can’t bring herself to. it’s evidence that you were here and not sleeping in a teammate’s spare room.

jessie shakes her head and strips herself of her clothes, throwing them into the dirty laundry before getting into the shower. the hot water makes goosebumps erupt on her skin, turning it red and raw the longer she stands directly under it. she thinks about how you would always scold her for having the water too hot whenever the two of you would shower together.

she runs her hands over her face and grabs her face wash before she can think about that for too long.

she’s on autopilot as she washes her body and hair. it’s a semblance of normalcy in her quickly crumbling home life, almost like you’ll be making dinner and humming to yourself when she steps out of the bathroom. she knows you won’t be, but for the sake of the still lingering headache that’s throbbing behind her eyes, she indulges.

just as she gets out of the shower she hears the front door open and close. her head shoots up towards the closed bathroom door, and her heart launches itself into her throat. jessie stands statue-still for a moment before hastily grabbing a towel off the rack and wrapping it around herself, not even bothering to put on any clothes before she quietly opens the door.

she can hear noise coming from the living room — a bag being dropped on the couch, maybe — and she pokes her head out into the hallway. the canadian stills again. she knows she locked the door last night and she certainly hasn’t faced the outside world today. the only other person who owns a key is you. you, who’s been staying in sam’s spare bedroom whilst she’s been rotting in yours.

dread and anxiety fill her at the thought of you coming home to break up with her. she doesn’t know what she’ll do if she walks out there and end it. she doesn’t know if she can handle living a life without you in it.

the midfielder tiptoes out of the bathroom and pulls the towel tighter around her body. water drips from her hair and onto the floor underneath her. the surface is cold on the soles of her feet and makes her shiver despite her still warm body, she swallows thickly as she approaches.

you’re rummaging through the side table that lives in the corner of the room next to the couch, cursing to yourself when you seemingly don’t find what you’re looking for. she almost can’t believe you’re here after convincing herself that you wouldn’t step foot back in your shared home unless you knew she wasn’t present.

“what are you looking for?” she asks you, the words tumbling out of her mouth quicker than she can register.

you jump at the sound of her voice and whip your head around to look at her, eyes slightly wide after the fright she gave you. you release a breath “the spare phone charger. mine broke last night” you tell her and point to the cord that’s been thrown onto the cushion.

jessie doesn’t look at it “it’s in the kitchen, in the third drawer”

you quickly lick your lips “right”

you’re short with her, for good reason, but it still stings when you can’t look her in the eye for longer than a moment. she watched you hopelessly as you trudge into the kitchen grumbling, following you slowly.

when she walks into the kitchen you’re going through the third drawer frustratedly. she lingers for a few seconds before walking over to you, the towel still clutched tightly in her hand, and leans over your shoulder. she reaches deeper into the drawer and pulls out the cord you’re looking for. “here” she offers with a tight lipped smile.

“thanks” you mumble before kneeing the drawer closed.

jessie steps away from you but you can still smell the shampoo she uses and it makes you miss her more than you already do. she wraps the bath towel around her tighter when you look at her, suddenly getting shy under your expecting gaze.

she doesn’t even know what to say to you. asking if you’re okay doesn’t seem like the right thing to do, but she also doesn’t know if she wants to tell you that the shower she got out of is the first one she’s had since sunday because she couldn’t get out of bed without you.

she purses her lips “how’s your nose?”

you scoff “seriously? we don’t speak for two days and you ask me how my nose is?” you spit “what about an explanation? or an apology? say something worth wasting breath on, jessie”

the lump in her throat drops to her stomach and she steps back from you “i’m sorry”

“great” you roll your eyes and walk around to the other side of the kitchen island “great apology”

“i’m sorry for lying about something unimportant four years ago, it’s not like i thought it was going to come back and bite me in the ass” jessie matches your tone, frustration licking up her throat

“something unimportant!” your pitch raises “lying to me about the duration of your college relationship isn’t something i would call unimportant jessie”

“it was at the time!”

“no it fucking wasn’t!”

the two of you are shouting now and it becomes incredibly clear that you probably won’t be coming home tonight.

she huffs “it was to me”

“that’s not surprising. a lot of things seem to be unimportant to you” you clench your jaw and clutch the charger in your hand tighter. jessie’s eyes widen.

jessie drops her jaw in shock “what does that mean”

“you stood in front of me and couldn’t tell me that you weren’t cheating on me with your ex girlfriend. to me, that means that our relationship isn’t as important to you as i thought” your expression cracks in half and bleeds sorrow. tears begin to well in your eyes as you stare challengingly at her.

“that’s not true” she says fiercely “you know that’s not true”

“no?” you scoff again and tip your head back “then tell me now jessie. tell me that i’m wrong, tell me that you don’t still have feelings for her”

jessie stares back at you with her brows furrowed “i don’t have feelings for olivia”

her words hang heavily in the air, but they somehow don’t make you feel any better. you wanted her to say this to you before, not right now when you have to prompt her to. it makes you feel sick again knowing that she didn’t even try to fight for you or your love.

“i don’t” she whispers “i swear i don’t”

“and yet you let me walk out of here thinking you did” you fire back just as quietly, the tears now slowly spilling over your waterline. “you didn’t say a thing — not one fucking thing — when i asked you point blank. do you know how that felt? it fucking hurt, jess.”

“and i’m so sorry for that” her brown eyes swirl pleadingly “but please, please believe me, you are the love of my life. there’s no one else i could ever picture spending the rest of my life with”

“and yet you can’t give me a slither of an explanation” you sigh

jessie rounds the corner slowly, almost like you’re going to bolt. her face softens and she leans her hip on the counter “i don’t… i don’t know if i have one”

[mazeinthemiroh]

hihiiiii! could i perchance request a little skz reaction to the other members accidentally exposing their feelings in front of their crush? i hope that makes sense haha. if not i totally understand! but please take ur time n no pressure <3

stray kids reactions to the other members accidentally confessing to their crush

genre: angst

warnings: cursing

please like and reblog if you enjoy <3

chan

chan will be frustrated because he likes everything to be perfect. he would want to confess to you in a perfect way, and therefore you finding out this way is not ideal. nevertheless, he can see a positive side. at least you know his feelings now and he doesn't have to hide them!

minho

ummm yeah whichever member it may be, he will kill them. no, for real. he will quite literally murder them in their sleep because wtf. his deadly stare will tell them enough, and by the time they've realised they have revealed his innermost secret, it will all be too late for them.

changbin

will be thoroughly irritated and give that said member an ass whooping when the time is appropriate. but he doesn't mind his feelings being out in the open now. he was going to confess to you eventually, so if its happened now, then so be it. after a day, he doesn't really care about it.

hyunjin

will be absolutely mortified and immediately shake his head. will try and waffle his way around it but it will all come out in a stuttering mess. he would be so mad at the member for exposing him like that and his dramatic ass will probably give them the silent treatment for weeks, to be honest.

jisung

his eyes will grow wide and he will laugh amour if nervousness, trying to think of something, anything to say. "nooo they're only joking hahaha i like someone else anyways like everyone knows that skksks" i mean he's quite literally dying inside and you can see it in his eyes, bless him.

felix

will honestly be so upset that you had to find out about his feelings this way. he doesn't like staying made at the members for too long but if one of them does something like this it's very hard for him not to be genuinely upset, especially over something like his personal feelings.

seungmin

i mean they better prove that this was an accident otherwise we've got yet another murder in our hands people. seungmin would feel frustrated that he is forced to properly confess to you when he hadn't had time to prepare and all because one of this friends made a mistake. really his worst nightmare.

jeongin

he knows his hyungs mean well but sometimes he feels they got too involve din his personal life, and when stuff like this happens, this is a clear example of what he doesn't like. will call hem out and argue with the member who exposed his feelings for you because that was the one thing he felt properly in control of and that was his.

[livesincerely]

we know that jack is a pretty boy, so i would love to see possessive davey after everyone at a party has been flirting with the hunk with nice curls <3

“I would’ve thought you’d have stepped in by now.”

He turns to find that Spot has slipped into the space to the right of where Davey’s made himself comfortable, leaning against the counter.

“Thought about it,” Davey admits, taking a sip of his drink—some unholy concoction of kool-aid, schnapps, and vodka. “But it seems stupid to make a scene when I know it’s going to amount to nothing.”

Together, they turn back to look.

Charlie had cajoled Jack into being his beer pong partner close to an hour ago and the two have been holding court ever since, undefeated despite several rounds of challengers. A crowd of spectators has gathered around the table, laughing and heckling in equal turns, cheers and whoops following after a particularly good throw.

Jack’s at the center of it all. He’s wearing the henley Davey loves, the deep burgundy complimenting the warmth of those lovely brown eyes, fabric clinging to the broad set of his shoulders and his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, leaving the muscular line of his forearms on full display. And it’s clear that Davey’s not the only one appreciating the view: he’s noted at least three people attempt—unsuccessfully—to flirt with his boyfriend, but a fourth is quickly making himself known.

He leans into Jack’s space while Charlie’s taking his turn, mouth curled up in a flirtatious smile. It’s too loud to hear what, exactly, he’s saying but there’s no mistaking the look in his eye, the suggestive cant of his hips as he leans in to trail a hand over Jack’s bicep.

Jack shrugs him off as he’s shrugged off all the others, far more focused on making this next shot than he is about the frat guy trying to get into his pants. Davey can only sigh, taking another swig of his drink as something like jealousy simmers low in his stomach.

“You’re really gonna let that douchebag hang all over him?” Spot asks, skeptical.

“I don’t have anything to prove,” Davey says, more sharply than he intends. “Jack’s mine.”

“Yeah, I know that,” Spot says, rolling his eyes. “He’s so stupid over you, I get second-hand embarrassment jus’ bein’ within ten feet of him most days. What I meant was, clearly not everyone’s gotten the message.”

“Not yet,” Davey agrees. “But they will.” He finishes off the last of his drink, crumpling the solo cup in his fist and discarding it in a nearby trash can. Without taking his eyes off of Jack, he advises, “You might want to make yourself scarce.”

“Kinda want to see how this plays out, to be honest,” Spot admits, shameless.

As if sensing Davey watching him, Jack twists around, head craning this way at that as he scans through the throngs of people. After a few moments of searching, their eyes meet.

Jack’s expression brightens, one of those boyish grins stretching across his face, waving a hello. Davey lowers his gaze until he’s looking at Jack from under his lashes, running his tongue over his teeth in a deliberate gesture. Jack’s gaze darkens, his eyes dropping to stare at Davey’s mouth, and Davey can’t help the smirk that plays across his lips.

He holds Jack’s stare and crooks his fingers, just once. Beckoning.

Jack cuts a path through the crowd like a lightning strike, his game and his hangers on forgotten entirely.

“Hey, you,” Jack says, leaning in for a kiss.

“Hey, yourself,” Davey says, and hauls him back in for another, deeper kiss.

Jack’s lips part eagerly beneath his own, their mouth sliding together in a slow, sensuous dance. Davey’s as loop around Jack’s back to urge him closer, one hand reaching up to cup around the nape of Jack’s neck, fingers buried in the soft hairs there.

Jack presses closer, his hands slipping down to curl over Davey’s hips, their legs tangling together as they kiss and kiss, every flick of tongue and bite of teeth adding more fuel to the delicious heat that sparks between them.

When they finally part they’re both breathing heavily, plastered together from chest to knee. Davey glances over Jack’s shoulder and finds the gaze of his admirer, scowling and petulant where Jack’s unknowingly abandoned him, and because he’s a petty shit, tosses him a wink. The guy flushes bright red, caught, and storms off into the crowd.

“What’d’ya say we get outta here?” Jack murmurs, oblivious to the exchange, the tip of his nose tickling at Davey’s ear.

“Don’t you need to say goodbye to Charlie first?” Davey wonders, playing with the open collar of Jack’s shirt.

“Ain’t like I won’t see him tomorrow,” Jack says, and his hand comes up to cover Davey’s own, solid and warm. “‘M more interested in seeing you, now.”

“Ugh, gag me,” Spot grumbles from somewhere. “I regret everything.”

“I warned you,” Davey tells him, most of his attention still tied up in Jack.

“And I respect your methods, Jacobs, but there are things I jus’ do not need ta see.”

“Methods for what?” Jack asks, but it’s a fleeting interest—he’s tracing circles into the small of Davey’s back, his eyes smoldering in the low light of the party.

“Don’t worry about it,” Davey promises, lacing their fingers together. “Let’s go.”

[wispscribbles]

Hello!

First of all, I hope you're well. I didn't know where to write to you so I saw that you usually check Tumblr asks, so here I go.

I've been reading your fanfic since July, more or less, and I really liked it. I know that AO3 gives you the option to download fanfics in different formats, but it's very relaxing for me to edit text in epub/mobi, so I've been editing your fanfic since August to have it on the Kindle. Just copy and paste the text and add the italics. I have taken the liberty of adding the images that you have put at the end of each chapter.

The reason I am sending you this is that I would like to know if you want the epub/mobi file (I have both). Take it as a kind of gift, for warming my heart with your fanfic (and your art). I hope this didn't bother you, if so, I apologize and I won't share the file with anyone (I really did it for personal use). If, on the other hand, you want it, I'll be happy to send it to you/share a link to drive/mega. If you want me to change or add anything (another image, author's note, etc.) to the file, just tell me. It already has metadata and table of contents.

Thank you for writing such a beautiful story (and sorry if there are any errors, English is not my native language).

P.S. Here are some photos of what it looks like on Kindle and the cover I made. I hope you like them.

Oh wow!! That is so cool! I must be honest and admit I'm not entirely sure what epub/mobi is, I'm not a kindle user, but it looks great! I'd love if you send the file(s?) my way. I thought I had messages open for everyone, but apparently not whoops - That should hopefully be fixed now.

It's genuinely so flattering that you took the time to convert it. And look at that cover!! I got so excited when I saw that. Thank you so much - and thanks for reading! <3

(don't worry about mistakes, my native language isn't English either lol)

[hoetachi]

U GOT IT BAD — G. REYES

i saw this and i immediately wanted to write a little more on that scenario because it was absolutely hilarious // sorry for any mistakes

two months. you’ve been here for two months and the blackwatch commander finds himself already infuriated by you. he thought you was a simple soldier that was going to be the part of the rest of the growing overwatch society, however your skills surpasses any other person in your rank which cause you to gain the attention of strike commander morrison. now here you were, taking small teams on recall missions and as well as being present in debriefing meetings along side with other commanders. the grim commander wasn’t one to be comfortable with feelings like these and it was so hard to avoid you with your newfound popularity

what really made avoiding you harder was the fact around this time, ana was in her second trimester of her pregnancy and decided you would be the perfect fit to take over her current position. so as ana was close to gabriel, you as well was close to gabriel which left him off his game… alot

you came in during one of his drills with ana explaining what was the drill for and just having you watch him with such interest caused him to mistakenly crank up the difficulty until the training bots went haywire and basically chase his entire team in circles and up the walls. he felt the questionable looks coming from you and ana and cringed hard internally

then he had fellow agents boasting endlessly about you to him did a number. normally he’ll get real pissed hearing about some random’s personal information unwilling, yet every time he heard something about your life or things your interested in, it made him intrigued. he wanted to be the only source knowing these things about you, if he was being honest with himself

now who he didn’t want talking his ears off about you was cole…

“everyone seems to be takin’ a likin’ to that smokin’ commander already” the gunslinger kept paced with the mildly busy commander

“she’s not a commander cass, she’s just a commandant studying ana’s position before she heads off for maternity leave “ he corrected the young outlaw whilst skimming through files for an upcoming mission for his team

cole coolly shrugged his shoulders before placing his arms behind his head. “either way i feel like she’ll be good for you” he said which was followed by a teasing smirk as he watch the tips of the his brooding commander’s ears turned to a deep rue color

gabriel grew even more irritated with the young cowboys he knew his reaction would only cause more teasing from him which was making things worse, “good for me? w-what are you talking about cassidy?”

“you need a lady like that. strong, intelligent, not afraid to speak her mind…” he listed on his mechanical fingers as they walked side by side

gabe didn’t say anything else yet he agreed on everything with cassidy, however he’ll never let the gunslinger know due to his loose lips

“plus she got a nice ass in shorts” blurted cole which immediately catch gabe off guard making his instant swing on cassidy for his inappropriate comment

“whoops too slow jefe” cole snickered as he dodged the sudden attack swiftly

before gabe could stop himself from putting his full weight into his punch, it already connected with something else.. well someone else. turning his head to see what he hit instead of cassidy, he felt his stomach fall out his ass as his heart stopped

you sat on your elbows weakly as you watch your nose gush with blood while ana asked if you were okay. both the women looked towards him and he felt a deer in headlights, he couldn’t form a coherent thought which didn’t make his situation any better when his words were faster than his thoughts

“ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!”

ana’s face was split between confusion and anger, “come dear, let’s quickly get you to dr. ziegler” he watched as she helped you up and usher you past him as she glared daggers into him while mouthing ‘i’m going to kick your ass in 9 months’

“real smooth commande-“ this time he didn’t miss with hitting cassidy. “suicides until you drop dead, cassidy” he spat as bruised cole sat flat on his butt rubbing the back of his head

“YOU PUNCHED HER!? WHAT THE FUCK GABE!?” jack expressed, beyond shocked from the information his longtime just shared with him

“it wasn’t on purpose! stupid ass cole kept running his mouth and i didn’t know she was behind us— FUCK! what am i supposed to do now?” gabriel felt defeated. he knew he definitely blew things out the water this time and completely understood if you didn’t want to be around his presence anymore

jack stared at his friend with a sympathetic smile as he shook his head, “my friend.. i have never seen you so off guard before… you got it bad for y/n”

“i do not!” gabriel denied

“oh really? so you’re just out and about punching women who happens to make you more nervous than a virgin at prom?”

“no.. she just… so many people have such good things to say about her and actually being around her… i see why she’s a showstopper— christ sake i got into tea so i can have something to talk about with her”

jack gave him a giant smile, amused at his friend’s crush. “just apologize and be direct because the gabriel reyes i know was never the guy to be standoffish with how he’s feels” jack placed a hand on his slumped shoulder and handed a bouquet of flowers to him

“tell her how you feel man..” he encouraged

gabriel stared at the various colors amongst the bouquet, his stomach swelled up with butterflies and that’s when he knew he had to do this now or be a coward.

so striding along the empty midnight hallways of the base, he found himself in a internal battle with if he was making the right call. ‘the worst she could say is screw you, reyes’ he tried to make himself feel better about it but the twisted feeling in the out of stomach seemed never ending and only intensified once he realized he was now approaching her quarters

he stared at the name plate saying your last name. he gave himself one last prep talk before knocking and clearing his throat whilst pressing the flowers into his chest.

“y/n? a-are you up?” his voice cracked a bit as he waited for an answer. He soon heard footsteps approach the door for a moment, probably looking at the camera who was at the door. Taking a guess she figured it was him, he heard the steps start to retreat causing panic in him

he reached for the door as he was reaching for her to stop her from disappearing. “y-you don’t have to open the door, but don’t walk away… please” he pleaded quietly. his heartbeat was basically the only he could hear at this point. it was now or never to fix things even if he felt like he was unprepared for this interaction, however he took a shaky breath before laying everything out on the table.

“look y/n.. we got off on the wrong foot, but i promise you i have no ill intentions towards you. i’m just…” he struggled to finally admit to these feelings that reeked havoc over his being for the past couple of months, but he knew he had to set the record straight.

“i’m just not used to having.. i guess a crush on somebody, you can say”

“you’re all everyone talks about and just hearing about your interests— the things you like, dislike or find amusing— you’re special, interesting and dead gorgeous a-and i’m sorry for being a complete idiot towards you” he finally admitted. it felt like a pressure has finally been lifted off of his chest

there was a silence and at this point gabe was fine with just the simple confess, at least he man’d up and no one could take that from him. he sighed defeatedly, softly placed the flowers by the door as he turned on his heels to head back his side of the base to sleep off this nightmare

suddenly he heard the sound of the automatic door opening, he turned around to see you dressed in silk royal blue robe as you bend down picking up the flowers. a small smile graced your full lips as your eyes flickered from the flowers to his being and never in his life he felt so exposed before

you held the flower close to your chest as you leaned against your doorframe with hand on your hip. “it took you elbowing me in my nose to finally confess to me? you got it bad commander” you shook your head before signaling him to come back with your index finger, “care to share a glass of taylor port? i heard it was your favorite.” you raised a brow, which caused a short chuckle to leave the speechless man as he made his way back

[punsmaster69]

2/JAN/20XX

[The page appears to have been written in pencil first, then written over in pen.]

Sans looked between the two pieces, kinda taken aback.

"these are really different pieces?"

He showed the pieces to Mom.

"Yes, they are indeed."

She looked a little concerned.

"I'm telling you they are!"

I grabbed the pieces and pointed out differing speckles of color on the two.

Sans held the pieces a lot closer to his face, his look focusing.

"...huh."

"they are."

"sorry, kiddo. my vision's just not having it today."

"or any time as of late, really."

"You gotta quit messing up your eyes. Might actually end up with glasses."

"eh."

With a shrug.

"Eh??"

"You do not care?"

"not really. would probably forget 'em most of the time, anyway."

Things that most people would be concerned about don't seem to phase Sans.

Losing your vision and ending with with glasses is definitely a big deal, right? How does he just shrug it off? DOES he care, and just hides it well? He's forever a mysterious skeleton.

Papyrus can be at times as well, in fairness. They're both full of mysterious happenings.

——

Looking over my shoulder at the journal is what he's doing, but I don't think he can see what I'm writing at all.

"not true. i could mostly read that one."

Entrusting me with this journal again after the last entry I made is brave, but he told me he didn't even read it. If he had, I definitely wouldn't be allowed to write again.

"what'd you do that was so bad?"

"Just."

"A lot of spelling mistakes."

I'm covering the page with my hand.

"awful spelling or not, i appreciate you trying to take on the responsibility today."

"Are you sure you don't have anything you want me to transcribe like Mom did?"

"nah."

"not enough that's page-worthy."

"Tell me the small things, then. I'll write it as its own section."

"ok. ready?"

"Mhm."

"brain fuzzy."

"eyes fuzzy."

"feels messy."

"........"

"That's it?"

"yep."

"told you it wouldn't be enough."

——

While we're over and visiting, I've been really trying to match Sans' energy.

The low energy.

The no energy.

At least when he gives up on talking, he still squeezes my hand back, like an assurance that he's not dead.

Sometimes he's been waking up to do it too.

"Oh."

"Go back to your nap, buttface."

"..you're th' one grabbin' m' hand."

Mumbling when I woke him up on accident.

"Had to know you didn't die."

That head turn was probably his current version of eyelight-less eye contact.

"m' good."

"Sounds like something a dead person would say."

"...whoops."

"dyin' again."

Promptly letting his head fall back down, back to sleep in an instant.

——

When I asked him if he had any New Year's resolutions, he gave almost only joke responses.

"HONEST answers!"

"ok, ok."

" 'be more honest.' "

"that'll be one."

The other serious resolution I got out of him was,

"get better."

[giggly-squiggily]

I SEE REQUESTS ARE OPEN BESTIE I LOVE U SM ❤️❤️❤️

if its alright and if there are still slots (lol) may i ask for a lee gonta and ler kirumi from danganronpa v3

i headcannon her to be quite a scary ler 😚

(Requests are closed- this is an older request!)

Ooo, wait I love this??? They'd make such a fun pair! Slime, I've gotcha! :D I don't know if I achieved scary Ler energy from Kirumi in this one, but I had a blast writing it! I hope you like it!

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@thatbigbisexual29 @sevenincubistolemyheart @giggly-toybox @happy-trenchcoated-impala

Gonta Gokuhara was a gentleman, first and foremost.

But Kirumi- she was what Gonta called “the ultimate gentleman”.

Poised and polished at all times, Kirumi seemed to always be cool headed and wise. She defused tense arguments with soothing words and cups of warm tea, and always went several steps above for everyone- regardless if they showed their appreciation or not. Gonta couldn’t think of a time he’d ever seen the ultimate maid flustered or even angry.

Granted- he had heard a rumor or two that she threw Oma into the nearest trashcan when he kept asking her dumb questions- but that was neither here nor there.

Gonta admired her. She made things so effortless, while all his attempts at being more gentlemanly ended in disaster. He still felt bad for the time he tried to push in Shinguji’s seat and slammed him in so fast he bruised a few ribs, or the time he went to hold the door open for Akamatsu and accidentally took it off the hinges. Both parties had forgiven him, but the shame remained all the same.

Deciding what needed to be done, he got up and went to search for the maid. There was only one way to fix this predicament.

~~~

“You want me to train you?” Kirumi seemed surprised by the offer, halfway through dusting the various plants in her lab. “Why? I’m not as well versed in Entomology as you are-”

“Oh no!  Gonta wishes to learn to be a better gentleman from you!” He was quick to correct her, stiffening when he saw her flinch. Whoops- way too loud. “Sorry- Gonta sorry. I got excited..”

“No, no you're fine.” Kirumi walked over, patting his arm with the gentlest of smiles. “You’re not even the closest to being the loudest in this group. But really- are you sure you want me to teach you? I’m rather old fashioned in my etiquette, and I’m not the best of teachers around..”

“Gonta has faith in you!” Gonta nodded enthusiastically, eyes glittering. “Please, Tojo-sama. Show me how to be a better gentleman.”

Kirumi paused, considering. Then she sighed with a smile, tucking away her duster as she curtsied. “Very well. I will do my best to teach you.”

“Yay!” Gonta began to cheer.”

“But!” She cut him off, pointing a finger at him. “I’m not gonna go easy on you. No mistakes will be accepted.” Her eyes danced, an aura of danger began to surround her, making her seem suddenly much larger than life. For once, Gonta felt rather small. “Be ready, Gonta Gokuhara.”

Gonta could only nod, gulping down his nerves.

~~~

Whatever Gonta had pictured as a result of making a mistake, this wasn’t it.

“Straighten up- now hold that position when you eat.” Kirumi instructed, voice cool and clear. It wasn't the first time she said it, but her tone never betrayed a single hint of annoyance or irritation. “Come, Gokuhara- didn’t I tell you to hold it?”

“Ahehehaha! Hehehehhahahaha!” Gonta struggled to sit up straighter as that dastardly feather duster wiggled against his lower back. The trade of Kirumi’s talent and punishments; whenever he made even the slightest of errors, she’d get him with it! If Gonta were being honest- it didn’t feel nearly as bad as he imagined.

Granted- he’d only ever seen teaching in books and shows where they’d wield wooden swords and rulers. He was happy Kirumi wasn’t that old fashioned. “Gohohohnta sihiihtting strahhahaight!”

“Hmm..yes, that is correct.” Nodding, Kirumi came around to his side, eyeing him. “Now, which is your soup spoon?”

Easy. Gonta picked it up. Kirumi smiled.

“Very good. First course fork?”

Correct again.

“Main course?”

Gonta held them up as she called them. It took a few rounds of feather dusting to get it right, but he felt confident. Pleased, Kirumi nodded. “Very good. Now- here’s a challenge. How do you place down your silverware when you’re taking a break?”

….Uh.

Gonta looked at the plate, trying to recall the earlier positions Kirumi showed him. There were at least five. He dared a peek, feeling anticipation bubble in his gut when she reached for her duster. “G-Gonta thinks…” He looked at the plate and silverware in hand, panicked. “Gonta…Gonta can’t remember.”

Kirumi hummed, nodding. She walked over to him, coming behind. “First- we have finished.” She took his hands in hers, guiding them to show him. “Got it?”

Gonta nodded, she continued.

“This is to signal a break, excellent…didn’t like…next plate. There you are. Makes sense?”

Gonta nodded, feeling a bit more confident. “Yes!”

“Good.”

Then the tickles came.

“Aehahhahaha!” Gonta yelped, dropping the silverware as he tried and failed to block out her hands. “Geahhahhahaha! T-Tohoohoohhojohohoohoho- shahahahahmahahhah! Aheahhahahha!”

“Let’s try this again. Now- using your fingers- what is the signal for finished?” She asked against his shoulder, a laugh in her voice as Gonta squeaked and giggled, curling into himself. “Come on, you know it.”

“Ahehahahaha- F-Fiihihihihnsihed?” Gonta shakily held out two fingers straight.

“Good. Now show me taking a break?”

“Aheahhahaha!” Gonta willed his hands to move, arms too busy pressed tightly into his sides as her nimble fingers danced across his ribs. At times she walked them up his biceps, giving them a few pinches as she went to really get him laughing. “Lihiihihke thihihihis?”

“Close, a little more open..there you go. Good. Now- show me excellent.”

One after the other, Gonta struggled to make hand signs as Kirumi tickled him seemingly endlessly. By the final question, he was breathless and flushed, leaning into the table as Kirumi released him from her clutches. “Ahehehea..ahehahahaa…hehehe..”

“You’ve done well. Even when under stress, you remembered your manners. As is a true gentleman.” Kirumi nodded, leaving briefly. When she returned, she had a cup of tea in hand. For a moment, Gonta wondered if there’d be more lessons regarding it.

“That should be enough for today. We can pick this up tomorrow.” Kirumi nodded as she placed the cup on the table. Then she paused, stiffening all over.

“Tojo-sama?” Gonta asked, surprised to see her so still.

“Oh, pardon me.” She coughed, her cheeks a rare tint of pink. “I seemed to forget myself. I shouldn’t be making assumptions of your future plans like that.”

“Why? I want to come back tomorrow.” Gonta’s words seemed to darken her cheeks, eyes widening a fraction. “You’re a good teacher, Tojo-sama. I feel like I’m becoming a better gentleman through you.” He turned to her, straightening his back and raising his hands. He pointed his fingers in the direction she taught him was “excellent”. “Gonta rates you with an ‘excellent’!”

Kirumi stared, and Gonta carried on smiling. His face cracked when he saw her eyes well up. “Tojo-sama? Oh no- Gonta messed up, didn’t he?”

“No-no, not at all.” She let out a wet laugh, wiping at her eyes. “I’m just- that made me really happy. More than you realize.” She smiled, something new and warm and what Gonta would describe as adorable in her expression as she curtsied. “I’d love to keep teaching you etiquette, if you’ll have me.”

“Gonta wouldn’t have it any other way!” Gonta cheered, making her laugh softly. “For now, let us have tea!”

“Yes…may I make one small request though?” Kirumi asked as she sat down, taking the cup offered to her.

“Hm? Sure, what is it?”

“Please…there’s no need to refer to me as Tojo-sama. I feel like we’ve gotten close well before these lessons. You’re my friend. I’d like you to refer to me as one.” She seemed to shake some in her cup, cheeks hot and eyes averted. Gonta never thought he’d witness such a composed woman so shy.

“Of course…Kirumi.” He watched her relax, smiling in her tea. “But please call me Gonta. We’re friends after all.”

“Yes. Yes, Gonta- we are.”

Thanks for reading!

[quietbluejay]

Unremembered Empire 5

I don't have anything to add except that he's pretty spot on, love to see his evaluations of the others.

also, you could have let Lion kill you, you know.

i think guilliman really does judge his brothers all for not being like him

hm they both shit talk russ a bit lion is surprised because this room is 100% emotion

augh im experiencing an emotion

lmao lion suspects Jaghatai

this is really interesting this whole conversation guilliman calls him out on being opaque and keeping secrets

that is an absolutely amazing line

guilliman: we've been thrown into horse plinko

he needs to be able to be honest with more people this is evoking many emotion okay more like one emotion strongly lol and then we end the chapter with guilliman essentially offering the regent role to Lion Sdjfkhsdf THE BEGINNING OF THE NEXT CHAPTER is Guilliman asking his psyker subordinate to read Lion's mind to find out if he's keeping more secrets absolutely incredible

i. i do not know how to react to this.

i'll take "konrad curze making out with an ipad" for 1000 under "things i did NOT expect in a warhammer novel" i think i need a moment to recover from this one

what this did? it launched ze missiles

lmaoo curze setting all the drop pods loose interrupted the fancy dinner guilliman drew steel on lion

… the last time he was in this situation, guilliman was telling himself it had to be a terrible mistake and it wasn't Lion says please a few more times okay i need more data points on lion what is UP with this guy, seriously

you know what, people should eat more food in warhammer novels local telepath runs into curze and uh

whoops

he's in the middle of the park and he yells at them to raise the shields

iii think we're about to change genre again back to horror

time for another honest conversation

also his honesty which, Lion says, is something he shares with Horus, again Guilliman is getting quite irritated with being compared to Horus lol lmaooo they're talking about honesty and Lion is STILL trying to evade explaining about Curze guilliman finally gets him to admit it lmaoo guilliman: just admit it before i have to beat it out of you- lion: you'd lose guilliman: NOT THE POINT! oof John has been taken prisoner by Narek (loyalist word bearer)

again, buddy, good luck

OMINOUS Konrad Curze is watching you from inside ur walls curze has turned guilliman's fortress into some kind of horror game meanwhile polux and dantioch are chatting

oof lol

and then all the candles suddenly blow out dantioch using the empathic pharos or something is able to guide polux so he doesn't get murked by curze

this is like having your friend guide you when you're playing a video game

wh???

i think. i think we saw THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP??? FOR REALSIES???

owo Guilliman: you know what it's time for the loyalists to get some heretic kills Lion: yeah!!! not joking he used the term heretic

im trying to understand why he is tumblr sexymn is it the ipad licking??? is it the "i can fix him"???

and yes im still recovering from sexily licking the ipad Abnett WHY

Now a song from Hamilton is stuck in my head I hope you're happy

owo Euten is gonna give a speech she talks the shattered legions into going after curze tonight: curze terrorizes an old lady square up curze im gonna punch you

Curze's issues have issues

VULKAN INTERRUPT??? sjkdfhlsdf THEN THEY GO OUT THE WINDOW TOGETHER somehow curze won THEN VULKAN IMMEDIATELY comes back to life this is some kind of comedy wacky looney tunes run out the window etc so guilliman and lion got rescued by Dantioch Dantioch and Euten for MVPs Lion judges Guilliman for using the pharos beacon

oh another rules for me but not for thee primarch

okay so lion was turning on the social skills/charm for guilliman???

or he's just rude to the help

to be continued! again.

[pesterloglog]

Latula Pyrope, Meenah Peixes, Kankri Vantas, Porrim Maryam, Aradiabot, Vriska Serket, Sollux Captor, Aradia Megido, Equius Zahhak, Mituna Captor, Kurloz Makara, Cronus Ampora, Feferi Peixes, Meulin Leijon, Nepeta Leijon, Eridan Ampora, Rufioh Nitram, Damara Megido, Horuss Zahhak, Karkat Vantas, Tavros Nitram, Gamzee Makara, Terezi Pyrope

Act 6, page 5427

LATULA: wooooo, 4w y34h grlz, h34rd you w3r3 st4rt1ng 4 p4rty ov3r h3r3??? >XD

MEENAH: no its not a party its...

KANKRI: Hm. I see s9me9ne has ch9sen t9 dress as a pirate f9r this party, in spite 9f the negative ass9ciati9ns that the 9ld marauding classes have with vi9lent a6use, 9ppressi9n, n9t even t9 mention

MEENAH: ARRRRRGH DUD-E GTFO

LATULA: yo porr1m! n1c3 costum3! w4y to ch4ng3 1nto someth1ng on such short not1ce. H1 F1V3!!!!

PORRIM: What? No+, this isn't a co+stume. It's just what I was wearing. I came o+ver here to+ see what all the co+mmo+ti+n was about.

LATULA: d4mn grl you just look1ng f1n3 for th3 h3ll of 1t th3n! GRL POW3R!!!

PORRIM: Uh... sure. So+ this is a party? So+unds like fun!

MEENAH: no its not a party gfd 38(

ARADIABOT: lets annihilate them

ARADIABOT: yes lets. i am in the m00d t0 ruin s0meb0dy

VRISKA: Right on! I knew I could count on you crazy metal 8roads for some mayhem.

SOLLUX: hey aradia, uh... y0ur rob0 clones l0ok like they're ab0ut to flip the fuck 0ut. they're making me nervous, eheheh. can you try talking s0me sense into them?

ARADIA: sorry sollux my robotic duplicates have always been free agents totally exempt from my influence and better judgement

ARADIA: equius do you think you can calm them down?

EQUIUS: D --> They are pernickety devices

EQUIUS: D --> Often sweat seeps into their circuitry and causes them to behave more erratically

EQUIUS: D --> Which unfortunately only causes me to sweat even more profusely, I am afraid

ARADIA: equius weve never talked about it but im not sure how comfortable i am with you um... courting such a great plurality of my mechanical doubles

EQUIUS: D --> On a scale of 1 to 100, how depraved would you say you find my behavior?

EQUIUS: D --> (please be 100, please be 100...)

ARADIA: i never should have kissed you that time it was such a mistake :(

EQUIUS: D --> (I NEED A TOWEL)

EQUIUS: D --> (A NEW ONE I MEAN)

MITUNA: HA7H 4NYW0NG 533N MY H4ML37

KURLOZ: :o)

MITUNA: 000H WH04 N1C3 C057UM3 8UDDY

KURLOZ: :o)

CRONUS: (be quiet. by saying anything youre really making a horrible impression on people we should be trying to impress here.)

MITUNA: 1M 50RRY

CRONUS: (ill forgivwe you, but this is the last time i evwer do. im at my vwits end with you.)

MITUNA: 1M 50RRY PL3453 PL3453 F04G1V3 M3 4G4IN

FEFERI: GLUB! (whoops, i mean glub. oh gosh, it's my ancestor!)

FEFERI: (i'm so nervous, i can't let her notice me. she's so unbubbleivably cool! *swoonami*)

MEENAH: (ah snap its my ancestor. wish i didnt notice her)

MEENAH: (must... suppress... urge... to murder her for royal supremacy omg)

MEULIN: (^·ω·^) < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

NEPETA: :33 < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

MEULIN: (^·o·^)/ < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

NEPETA: :33 < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

MEULIN: (=^ω^=) < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

ERIDAN: wwhoa man could you maybe stop bumpin me wwith your codpiece

CRONUS: sorry chief, honest misake. so are you doing anything later?

ERIDAN: wwait are you actually seriously hittin on me

ERIDAN: wwoww dude evven i think youre trash

CRONUS: im a cool enough cat if you get to know me. you didnt ansvwer the question.

ERIDAN: sigh fine lets go out on a date i guess. flippin amazin this tragic scenarios wwhat i been reduced to

MEENAH: H-EY! everyone stay on the right goddamn sides. cronus im lookin at you

VRISKA: Yeah! Nepeta, 8ack in line. You people need to start taking this 8rawl more seriously.

RUFIOH: yo my gangstas! d1d 1 hear you were go1ng off to f1ght a ghost k1ll1ng demon...

RUFIOH: m1nd 1f 1 tag along... 1've been hop1ng for a chance to put an end to my cruel joke of an ex1stence... haha... bangarang.

VRISKA: Hell yes! On this team I have a MAJOR need for expenda8le people.

MEULIN: (^·o·^) HORSEBODY!RUFIOH, DON'T BE SUCH A DOWNER! DIDN'T YOU GET THE MEOWMO? THIS IS NOT A CATFIGHT, IT'S A COSTUME PURRTY!!!

MEENAH: no no it really is a catfight. or i mean a regular fight... urrgh

KANKRI: Meulin, it w9uld 6e great if y9u didn't use this party as a platf9rm t9 engage in suicide shaming. I think Rufi9h is triggered en9ugh as it is having t9 live with the hein9us 69dy 9f a metal h9rse.

DAMARA: これは何? ハロウィーンの乱交? [What is this? A Halloween orgy?]

VRISKA: Are you fuckers deaf???????? This 8n't a party!

MEULIN: (^._.^) ...

PORRIM: Ho+rrus, yo+ur o+utfit lo+o+ks nice, but so+rry to+ say it was a false alarm. It's no+t a co+ stume party.

HORUSS: 8=D < This isn't a costume. I am literally a majestic stallion, and my appearance refle% this noble reality.

PORRIM: Ah. Go+tcha. Hey guys, can I be o+n the o+ther team?

KANAYA: Yes!

MEENAH: no!!!!!!!!!!

KARKAT: THIS GATHERING HAS COMPLETELY BLOWN AWAY MY ABILITY TO TOLERATE STUPIDITY AND AWFULNESS. GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE.

KARKAT: GOD DAMN IT. THE CROWD IS GETTING TOO THICK, I CAN'T EVEN GET AWAY FROM THIS SHIT. EVERYBODY FUCKING MOVE!!!

TAVROS: eXCUSE ME, oTHER PEOPLE,

TAVROS: wHO ARE ME, aND OTHERWISE,

GAMZEE: honk.

TAVROS: hAVE YOU SEEN, a BEAUTIFUL TREASURE ON THE FLOOR,

TAVROS: tHAT IS MORE SPECIFICALLY A RING,

TEREZI: K4RK4T, SHUT UP, TH1S 1S GR34T!

TEREZI: W3 N33D TO G3T MOR3 P3OPL3 J4MM3D 1NTO TH1S SW33T F1GHTP4RTY M4SQU3R4D3! >:]

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Revolution - 42: Villainy

Translator: Creampuffs

Tetora: Osu!

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Dojo

Tetora: Osu!

Uhh, thanks for making it all the way here, Transfer Student-san!

Tetora: Welcome to the sacred grounds of the Karate Club! The martial arts dojo~♪

No need to be so shy! I know it’s a bit filthy in here, but come on in…

Woah!

Kuro: What’s wrong, Tetsu? Why’re you so flustered?

Tetora: Ahh, Taishou! Sorry, I’m just nervous since I’m not used to talking to girls!

Uwaa, he flicked my forehead!

Kuro: You just can’t calm down, can you? You should learn to be more calm and self-possessed.

Tetora: Calm and self-possessed… I don’t really know what that means, but okay! Osu ☆

Kuro: Geez. I apologise for the noise, Little Miss. And sorry for calling you all the way out here.

Well, nothing’s going to happen if you stand there all day. Come in. …Tetsu, how long are you going to sit plopped on the ground like that. Go and show our visitor around.

Tetora: Osu! Then, uh, I’ll go brew some tea~♪

Kuro: Food isn’t allowed inside the dojo, moron. Follow the rules… which means we can’t brew any tea for you. Well, just relax and enjoy your time here.

Sit wherever you like over there.

…You don’t have to be so alert. I only want to return your handkerchief.

I’ll fulfil my duty. You saved me during the unofficial battle the other day.

I always make sure to repay my debts without fail. Come talk to me if there’s anything you’re worried about in the future. I’ll do whatever I can to help.

…Tetsu, say something amusing so she doesn’t get bored.

Tetora: Ehh!? Don’t ask for the impossible, Taishou~!

But I believe that’s just how you show your love! Err, let’s see?

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers~!?[1]

Ahh, I can’t come up with something amusing out of the blue like that~!

Kuro: I see. Well, I’m not very good at talking, either. But unlike me, you’re cheerful, Tetsu… I’m sure you’ll be able to hold a witty conversation if you get used to it.

Don’t get nervous – adapt to the situation. You’re an idol too, aren’t you? Interacting with fans should be a piece of cake.

You’ll never be qualified to be an idol if you run away from everything.

Tetora: Osu! Your words always have deeper meaning. I’ve gotta write that down ♪

Kuro: Tetsu. Being honest is one of your strengths, but it’s also a weakness of yours. …Hmm, where did I put it?

Kuro: There. Here’s your handkerchief, Little Miss.

…Hm? It’s not the one you gave me?

Oh, it’s exactly as you say. Whoops, looks like I’ve accidentally taken one from home instead. It seems I’ve made a big mistake.

Kuro: But you’ve come all the way here to the dojo. I can’t bear to see that you’ve gone on a fool’s errand.

This isn’t much, but I’ll give you this handkerchief instead.

No need to be modest. There’s a little extra embroidery on it, but… you don’t have to take it if you don’t like it.

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The original Japanese, "隣の客はよく柿を食う客だ/tonari no kyaku wa yoku kaki wo kuu kyaku da (the customer next to me (is a customer who) often eats persimmons)", is a tongue twister so I’ve replaced it with a similar one in English.

[mtdthoughts]

A Can of Soda (Flash Fiction)

Originally, this was an idea I wanted to draw, but since I'm not sure if I'll draw it, I decided to just write it down.

It's quite short, so I would not really count it as a real fanfic. If anything, it's more of a flash fiction.

Note that this would take place after the timeskip.

Dali and Eiji are sitting at a park bench, talking to each other about various things, including their experiences after the Ichijo house fire, some books that they've read, and some things about Migi (including some of his embarrassing moments).

Suddenly, Migi comes running toward them with two cans of soda in his hands.

"I brought drinks~!"

Dali and Eiji stop talking and turn their attention to Migi.

"One for Dali," Migi says as he hands a can to Dali.

"Thanks, Migi."

"And one for me!" he says as he opens the other can and begins drinking.

"Uhh... aren't you forgetting about me?" Eiji says, pointing to himself, with a perplexed look on his face.

Migi stops drinking, and looks toward Eiji in shock.

"Whoops! I can't believe I forgot about you, Eiji. I'm so sorry, honest mistake!" Migi says, though a few moments later a smirk appears on his face. Eiji takes note of this, looking slightly irritated.

Dali sighs.

"How very typical of you to be forgetful. Here, Eiji, take mine. I wasn't that thirsty anyway." he says, to Migi's surprise.

"Oh, thanks." Eiji says with a slight smile as he takes the can, opens it, and begins drinking.

"But, Dali, what about you? Here, you can have the rest of mine!"

"Are you sure, Migi? You did go a long way to get these for us."

"Of course, Dali! I can't have you going thirsty because of my dumb mistake. Besides, I already drank half, so we'll just be sharing as always!"

"Right... as always," he says as he grabs Migi's can and drinks from it. Another smirk appears on Migi's face and Eiji takes note of this.

When Dali is finished, Eiji extends his can towards him.

"Here, Dali, you can finish the rest of mine. It turns out I wasn't that thirsty either."

"Oh... thanks." Dali says with a slight smile as he takes Eiji's unfinished can, to Migi's surprise.

While Dali drinks, Migi and EIji glare at each other.

Dali notices this, and after he is finished he throws the empty cans at their faces.

"What are you idiots doing?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing," they say at the same time.

[gabetheunknown]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky thank you so much <3

1.how many works do you have on ao3?

9, lmao

2.what's your total ao3 word count?

146,319 on my ao3 account, but I've been writing for over 10 years and I have had very old fanfics removed and I have no idea if they're floating around somewhere lmao (I kinda regret not orphaning some of them instead)

3.what fandoms do you write for?

Actually, just the Witcher. I used to write for other fandoms as well, but I grew very picky. Might want to write for some other fandoms as well in the future :-)

4.what are your top 5 fics by kudos? 5, Warm Me Up Then 4, Judge Of Character 3, Lock Me In, Tie Me Up 2, I'm Going To Be The One 1, You're Already My Slut

They're all the Witcher, Geraskier ... needless to say... uh, almost all smutty

5.do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Absolutely!!! I love comments <3

6.what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's not technically finished and I don't know if I ever will... but 'And His Smile Shines Brighter Than The Sun' ... I kinda used this fic as a coping mechanism and then I accidentally abandoned it :'3

7.what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Nearly all my fics have happy endings/are plotless/are just vehicles to write smut xd

8.do you get hate on any fics?

Nah, besides some casual unsolicited 'feedback'

9.do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I nearly only write smut... whoops? But like very... missionary, if that makes sense, lmao. They rarely do anything super funky in my fics xd

10.do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

I've never written a crossover and ... actually never read them either 'v'

11.have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of?

12.have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of... xd

13.have you ever co-written a fic before?

I don't think I have???? I really don't remember what kind of fic writer I was 10+ years ago, lots of stuff happened between then and now xd

14.what's your all time favorite ship?

Geraskier forever I'm afraid. Been obsessed with Geralt since the second game came out, obsessed with their relationship in the books and let's be honest about Joey Batey for a moment........

thank you, that is all

15.what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I hate that I've done this :-) but yeah there's an unfinished but published fic on my page and I doubt I'll ever finish it....

besides the obvious, there's a few fun prompts and fics and surprise # chapters for already finished fics I started writing in my fic folder on my laptop and I hope I finish all of them one day

16.what are your writing strengths?

people keep telling me writing smut is apparently something not everybody can write, so I'm pretty proud of that!

Also I don't know if anyone agrees with me, but dialogue. I love writing dialogue between these two idiots ;_; it's almost my favorite thing to write

17.what are your writing weaknesses?

I uh... <- use these dots in my fics a lot apparently, because my brain is fond of pauses xd other than that, I'm not a native English speaker and make some linguistic mistakes every now and then

18.thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

you mean like.... when the language of the fic is not your native language? because I do that all the time! It's fun!

19.first fandom you wrote for?

.... uhh... oh boy.. pls don't look at me... but PewDiePie x Cry

20.favorite fic you've written?

I know this has something to do with the fact that it's my newest one but Judge Of Character

I had so much fun writing this cliché ass fanfiction and I had it beta'd by a good friend who corrected some stuff that really made me a better writer

I'm just really proud of this one! It's a fun fic and I recommend it xd

--- I tag: @definitely-not-iorveth @between-thepages @dancingwiththefae @horsedadgeralt and anyone I'm forgetting or wants to do this too <3 (also no pressure)

[amethystina]

Fanfic Stats Tag

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

I choose to be tagged by @imafriendlydalek!

Most Hits: Who Holds the Devil (The Devil Judge) To no one's surprise. The number of hits on that fic is insane x'D Like, I literally can't wrap my brain around that number. It's just too high. Though, obviously, it's a lot of chapters, is being posted as I write it, and I've been working on it for almost two years now. So it has a lot of opportunities to accumulate a lot of hits. But, uh, still. This fic is... yeah. It's HUGE — in more ways than one. Though I wonder how many of those hits are just people refreshing it to check if I've updated it recently x'D

Second Most Kudos: Autonomy (Marvel) This one was number one for YEARS but was recently surpassed by another Marvel fic (which is also on this list!). And I'm honestly a little bummed about that because I'm very, very proud of this fic and I liked that I could say that it was also my most popular one. Though, tbh, if the trend continues, Who Holds the Devil might just breeze past both this and the number one fic eventually. Whoops x'D

Third Most Comments: Tech Support (Marvel) And this completes the trifecta of "the three big fics fighting for all the cool stats." I.e. this is the one that currently has the most kudos. Which kind of surprises me, to be honest. I love this fic, make no mistake, but I'm also not sure why it has become so popular? But I'm also not complaining, obviously ;)

Fourth Most Bookmarks: Tech Support (Marvel) It's a close race, though. One of my Teen Wolf fics is pretty close to overtaking it (especially if I check the bookmark stats on the Statistics page as opposed to the ones publically available). Again, this fic is just generally popular, I guess?

Fifth Most Words: ... fucked if I know x'D So here's the thing. I have Taming of the Wolf (Teen Wolf) which is at 105 369 words, which right now lands it in fourth place. BUT, I'm currently posting Until Death Do Us Unite (Strangers From Hell) which is fifth at the time of writing. Except I have actually finished writing this fic already, I just haven't edited and posted the last three chapters. And it currently has 105 367 words (in my document, that is, not on AO3), but more might be added in the editing process. So odds are it'll pass Taming of the Wolf but I honestly can't say for sure. Like, the margin is RIDICULOUS at this point and it's definitely going to be interesting to see where we end up xD

Least Words: Amor gignit amorem (Raven Cycle) I kind of always forget that this fic is only 3 584 words xD Though I will admit I'm being lazy here. I have shorter fics that are parts of fic collections but I REALLY don't feel like trying to compare all those. So yeah. You're getting this soft and fluffy oneshot instead.

I tag whoever wants to do it! :D

[literaticat]

I was surprised by your answer to the previous ask about the template missing the agent name. I would've guessed you'd say "leave it" to a question like that as I think I've seen you say "leave it" to something similar before? Maybe it was the same type of question but it was by email instead of Query Manager? In any event, would your answer have been the same if the mistake had been made by email instead or would it be the same? Or would you only tell an author not to bother if it was a different mistake, like word count or slightly wrong version of a manuscript or something, not the agent's name.

Yeah, to be honest, I was surprised, too. :-) And I'm not wedded to that answer, either, which is why I said "Everybody makes mistakes, it's not a huge deal". Maybe it doesn't matter! If the author doesn't mind, they can just let it ride.

And, yeah, you are totally right, almost always I'd just say "leave it." Wrong word count? Who cares. a SLIGHTLY different version of the sample? So what. You put one title in the subject line but a slightly different title on the ms? No big whoop. There was a typo in the query? Eh, those things just don't make a huge difference at the end of the day, and I'd certainly be able to figure it out easily if I even noticed at all, which I likely would not.

Wrong name in the salutation though? I started to put "oh leave it" but then I thought about it more and like.... ehhhhhhh. It kinda rubs me the wrong way, tbh. It's just the FIRST thing we see when we open the query, and I can TOTALLY see an agent just deleting it. When I used to take email queries, I absolutely just deleted anything that came in that was addressed to somebody else, or was clearly a mass email cc'ed to a hundred agents and addressed "To Whom It May Concern" or "Dear Sirs" -- like, oh, this isn't meant for me, click.

So while yes, it's true, with most little flubs, the agent probably won't really care or even notice, with this one, the agent may or may not care -- but they will DEFINITELY notice.

Just sending a corrected email, or withdrawing/re-submitting in QM is easy enough. So while it IS a little annoying for the agent, and I wouldn't make a habit of it, in this case, I think it's OK and a ms switch-out is better / less annoying than an incorrect salutation. (Because I DON'T auto-delete switched-out queries -- but I MIGHT auto-delete a query not addressed to me!)

SO: You don't HAVE TO switch it out. And if you do, there's absolutely no need to grovel in apology or make a big deal out of it -- it's NOT a big deal -- you just whoopsie sent the first one too fast, here's the right thing, bing bang boom, it happens to all of us, it's fine.