#꩜ anon

[waveoftheocean]

do you fw superbat?

just a little 😊

[two-wizards-in-a-trench-coat]

I humbly request utena and anthy for femslash feb

friendship, perhaps

[tojisun]

gaz is the type to mention a daughter in complete seriousness then proceed to pull a kitten out of his pocket to show u and price

yes!!! this did numbers to my emotions, i had to word vomit:

he’s been going around, telling the squad how he can’t wait to introduce them to his precious darling. to his little girl. to his lovely daughter. and every time someone tries to ask him questions, such as, “when the fuck did you become a dad?” kyle just avoids them with such finesse.

he’d suddenly remember a key detail in a mission, or nudge the conversation away from him being the focus with the slightest of effort, before hiding from them in plain sight.

but you. oh, you were curious; downright shaken with not knowing. and gaz just looked at you, curling his nose, and finally murmured, “i’ll introduce you to her first. she’ll love you, i just know.”

and it—

it made your heart full. how kyle was so open in his excitement, boyishly charming as he snort-giggles.

so of course you never expected a tiny tabby, barely five weeks old, to be pulled out from his jumper pocket when he finally asked if you were ready to see her.

“this is mack,” he says, bringing his cupped hand up to show you the mewing kitten. “short for mackerel, because it’s all she wants to eat.”

“oh,” you say, croaking, heart soaring because there is something so beautiful in seeing kyle be so—

content.

“hi, little girl,” you greet the tabby, voice barely a breath of a whisper because she is so small, so fragile.

her big eyes sparkling as she looks up at you, then back to her dad, before finding you again. a blink. a tilt of her head, like she can’t understand what you are, and then a mew; a quiet chirp from the baby.

“wh’s goin’ on ‘ere?” your captain’s voice rings from behind you. kyle doesn’t bother replying, and you can barely react when john’s boots begin to thud against the floor, devouring the space, before you feel him brush his shoulder to your own as he stands close.

“oh,” john says, just as surprised.

“name’s mack,” you tell him because kyle is now distracted by the kitten nipping at his thumb. “his ‘daughter’.”

“oh,” john repeats, but with more emotion, and you turn slightly, peering up at him, trying to understand what caused that waver in his voice, only to see him watching kyle and the kitten with something… tangible.

“yeah,” you say, throat bobbing as you try swallowing the lump lodged in there because you get it. you understand the longing in your captain’s eyes. “yeah.”

[shepscapades]

Shep could you do any more skizz arts please!! Valentines just passed and it would be so silly to see the other androids try to make skizz channel his inner Cupid for the occasion LMAO

Yeah skizz doesn’t need anyone’s help to try to channel his inner Cupid… he also isn’t very successful </3

[diminuel]

I think that shanks and [chapter 1138 spoilers] might also be garp's fault at this point.

He's interested in pirates, not [redacted]!

[devotion-disorder]

making noel my valentine so i can poison his chocolate

he'll probably know it's poisoned, but still hears that intrusive voice in the back of his mind to eat it anyways, since it is a valentine's gift and therefore a romantic gesture...

[wonysugar]

g!p sugar mommy giselle🫦🫦🫦

g!p.... sugar mommy...... giselle..... ANON. holds you by the neck dearly thank you for this. also! it’s barely even mentioned at all but just know giselle is like 37ish and reader is in her mid-twenties. :]

cw : age-gap!

giselle as the sugar mommy you randomly met on your day to day minimum wage job at a fast food place MHMMM LET ME COOKKK..... having her be a regular who always comes in like once a week, always wearing something super fancy.. like a black prada trenchcoat or sometimes even a dolce & gabbana blazer. point is, she immediately stuck out like a sore thumb among the rest of the crowd.

plus, you found her undeniably gorgeous as soon as you laid eyes on her, so it's not like she'd go unnoticed otherwise, either.

she often approached you at the register and made small talk, as stupid as it often was. she'd find some stupid excuse not to use the self checkout machine and would find a lame conversation starter while you're watching her pull out a dior purse, proceeding with the payment of her order. that often lead to you asking her questions of your own.

"why do you eat here? you look like you have other.... better places to be eating at."

she'd chuckle at your words, finding them amusing, before answering in a gentle tone, "trust me, i do. my niece doesn't seem to think the same way i do, however, as she seems to really like this place. i appear to be the only one indulging her."

soon enough, you'd warm up to her with each visit of hers and the conversations would get much, much longer. so much so that, often times, your manager would have to step in and remind you to get back to work prompty. it got annoying quickly, as the conversations were just getting good; chatting about studies, travel plans, ambitions and goals, etc.

so, wanting to have these incredibly interesting exchanges in a more comfortable and relaxed setting, aeri asked for your number.

naturally.

who cares that she was like, ten years older than you. it wouldn’t hurt to make a friend… right?

numerous nights of friendly-texting-turned-flirty later, you two quickly agreed on a set date and location, which turned out to be a friday evening spent in the very expensive restaurant right across the block from your workplace. it was a date! she informed you to come in 'appropriate' attire, whatever that meant. how would you know? your closet consisted of hoodies, sweaters and some t-shirts as well as your work uniform. that being said, you showed up to the date wearing a low cute dark blue dress you found laying around in the darkest depths of your drawer for probably more than seven years. saying you were nervous would be nothing but a huge understatement.

she, on the other hand, came wearing a creamy white turtleneck under the black trench-coat she was usually seen wearing when ordering food at your job, the look topped off by wide legged black pants and really expensive looking black leather heels.

what the fuck are you doing.

getting cold feet, you nervously sat down at the table and bowed your head in her direction. intimidated by the light yet impacting amount of makeup she had on her face, you avoided eye contact as much as possible. she was breathtaking.

she told you to choose whatever you’d like on the menu and to not look at the price, as she insisted you not to worry at all about the bill. you, of course, felt guilty so you proceeded to pick the least expensive thing on the menu and attempted to convince her that you genuinely loved the dish, hence why you’d pick it among everything else.

who were you kidding though, you couldn’t even pronounce whatever fuckass french name it was that you picked to the waiter. she smiled at you as you finished ordering, making you turn red in embarrassment.

“you know y/n, i couldn’t bring myself to mention it in a place as unflattering as your workplace, no offence,” she started as you shook off the statement, practically agreeing with her before she continued, “but i must say that i think you are absolutely adorable.”

it gets to a point. and at this point you’re just short-circuiting at her words and intense eye contact, finding it difficult to even act properly in front of her!

she noticed that, of course, especially in times during the conversation where she called you endearing names such as “darling”, “love” and “honey”.

that wasn’t much different in bed, either.

as it turns out, you really did want her to fuck you at the end of the night! honestly, how could you not when she’d been opening every single door for you, insisting on paying for the entirety of the bill at the restaurant and offering to drive you home despite it only being a 10 minute walk?

she’d done nothing but drive you crazy all evening with her sexy and gentle manners, it’s only natural you gave her a sloppy handjob whilst she drove her grey lexus lx back to her own house with the pure intention of fucking the shit out of you.

…and she did! very well, at that!

two of her fingers deep into you, she circled your clit with her thumb and left gentle kisses on your jaw down to your collarbone. slow and steady pumps of the digits, she thrived in hearing your soft whimpers.

that didn’t last long, however. she was getting impatient, and her dick was aching to feel you.

ass up face down, you’re getting pounded relentlessly into the mattress before you know it. getting treated like nothing but a queen all night only to be later fucked like a depraved slut… it had to be the best thing you’d ever felt in a while. of course, you let her know of that with guttural moans that left your body with each thrust of her cock. she didn’t care, her house was big enough to muffle your screams, after all.

she whispered obscenities into your ear whilst you did so, gripping a fistful of your hair and humming at each sound that came out of your mouth. talking about how tight your cunt was for her, about how good it felt, how she couldn’t wait to use it every other day, about how she would kill to take care of a pretty little thing like you.

gripping onto your sides and ramming into you shamelessly as she drove you to your climax, you bit your lip until you felt like it was bleeding. her breathier heavier and each of her moans slightly higher than the previous, you both orgasmed together, a wave of euphoria washing over the two of you immediately.

oh and, you know what she said about ‘taking care of a pretty little thing like you?’ yeah, she meant every word.

soon enough, she’s taking you on dates every other weekend, referring you to a slightly better paying, less agonizing job thanks to the connections she possesses, sending you excessive amounts of money she labels as your ���monthly allowance’ and overall spoiling you with whatever your heart desires. hell. she even payed your university tuition! she finds it endearing to see you always so shy and embarrassed to accept the money she gives you; you always go on about how ‘you don’t give her anything back’ and how it isn’t fair.

but to her, you do give back. your happiness and joy is what aeri does it for, and you give her great amounts of that. not only that, but you also give back by whoring yourself out and looking pretty for her. giving her unwarranted boners by sending her risky pictures and videos while she’s at work, having you wear the lingerie she buys you, knowing you use the toys she got you whenever she’s too busy to take care of you, etc. aeri could name nothing better than having you be the beautiful doll she gets to play with every now and then. :]

[barrenclan]

at first i was veeery unsure about and even scared of mustache pinewing but ive thought about it. ive looked at him. and i pictured what he'd look like as a human and yeah it all makes sense now he DOES need that mustache. an unfortunate development though is that at some point i started hearing his voice in my head as arthur morgan

Biblically accurate old man Pinecorm.

You can imagine Pinewing with whatever voice you want, but he's always been higher-pitched and softer in my head. My voice headcanon for him as an adult is David Byrne (of Talking Heads).

[bigidiotenergytm]

Where's manwhore!Ody somehow dropping into the Poseidon!verse?

well, poseidonverse? how do YOU respond?

[sandflakedraws]

does hickory have insane climbing abilities like goats have? bc the hooves?

yes.

i'm also taking this ask to talk about a related headcanon for hickory i lean into.

like, the picture i wanna paint with him (the cliff-scaling hooves, the smidge-like strength, the crazy competency with tools and whatnot) is one where all the elements are working together to hide something he's compensating for;

hickory has brittle/sickly troll hair.

roll with me; we don't see him use his hair for anything, right? he doesn't leverage it when building the raft, or when attempting to fight chaz, or the funk bubble. and even though growly pete uses his hair like a lasso, hickory employs actual rope for it.

ergo! weak troll hair.

he can barely stretch it, it hurts when he does, and it's more likely to rip out of his scalp than pull something else in.

this is a closely guarded secret in the bounty hunting world. he's told very few people, and trusts even fewer to touch it.

[nottsangel]

step bro!theo who has a girlfriend but uses you as his cocksleeve while apart from her. has completely corrupted and dumbed you down into letting him play with you and use you at will. meanwhile his girlfriend is none the wiser that the reason he's better at sex than ever is because of you, his sweet, ever willingly step sister.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. tw stepcest. cheating. corruption kink. coercion/manipulation. choking.

“but what if… what if your girlfriend finds out? i really like her, teddy.” you whisper worriedly into theo’s ear while he hovers over you in your bed, his rough hands hungrily roaming all over your half-naked body. he chuckles in amusement at your nervous innocence, the sweet nickname making his already hard cock twitch in his pants.

“that’s nothin’ for you to worry about, sweet girl… or are you saying you don’t want to help me out? are you really gonna let me walk around with blue balls all week? am i hearin’ that right?” theo drawls, the smile slowly fading from his face, replaced by exaggerated disappointment— he knows all too well how to manipulate his naive, unaware stepsister into doing whatever he wants.

“no, no! that’s not it! i really don’t want you to be in pain! i’m just… i don’t want to get you into trouble or anything like that…” your shaky voice trails off as you fidget with the strings of his black hoodie, your eyes dropping down, guilt immediately overtaking you for feeling like a bad sister. he brings a hand to your flustered face, gripping your jaw to gently lift your head, his blue eyes staring intensely down at you.

“aw, aren’t you adorable— looking out for your big brother like that, huh? i’ll be fine, doll. just let me make you feel good, yeah?” you hesitantly nod, his reassuring words somewhat easing your worries as you shyly meet his hungry gaze for the first time. that cocky, mischievous smile from before reappears on his handsome face as he bites his lip, his hand travelling to your neck, fingers tightening around your throat.

“besides, she’s been telling me that the sex has been much better lately… all thanks to my sweet little sis for letting me practice on her.”

ੈ♡˳

[paper-mario-wiki]

Hello, this might be random, but back in the day you did a bit about a being a clown with a mirror maze, and my partner and I are on a deep dice trying to find the root of that specific affectation, do you remember what your inspiration was for that voice by chance?

Ah, yes.

King Candy, mostly, with hints of Woody Woodpecker and Ciciero.

[daily-basil]

basil playing minecraft

I'm so sorry... (gif down below)

[shepscapades]

WEEE hehehehe tysm <33 I am so glad u like my bugs, I have been shaking them in jars in my brain so much recently =w=

[n0heart]

Feb boobs please? :3