#'there can be no comparison' he says with ZERO hesitation

[chimaerakitten]

Laurence: I hate spies 😠 even if they weren't always lying to me they're dishonorable and willing to turn traitor for the base enticement of money. Also Laurence:

[hertenskylarks]

More 2 Cents on S3

So, I know there’s already a lot of talk going around. Here’s my 2 cents. 

In light of the recent news, I keep hearing a lot of “Oh, I hope the third season doesn’t get canceled,” and “Oh, I hope it does. Fuck Gaiman,” and “Oh, what about Terry’s vision? What about the fans? What about closure?”

I have absolutely zero control as to whether or not season 3 is made. Many arguments for and against it have already been made. I don't want to beat a dead horse, but I will offer this perspective from my own personal experience. 

I’m a swing dancer, and my rapist was my teacher and one of the first people who ever taught me how to dance. One of the things that made me hesitant to come forward was that he was one of the most likable characters in my scene. He was the funny, goofy guy who wore funky printed shirts, he was sooo nice, he couldn’t possibly be a rapist, right? Right?

Seeing people praise him, hearing people talk about how great he is when I knew what he did to me… It drove me absolutely mad. I just wanted to shake people and say, “No, you don’t understand! You don’t understand who he is!” But I felt like I just couldn't. I felt his reputation was too iron-clad to say anything.

Coming forward was one of the scariest things I ever did because I was so sure people either wouldn't believe me or wouldn't care. And, as predicted, that was the case for some. You can only imagine how I felt when someone I used to call my friend went on to have him officiate her wedding. You can only imagine how I felt when the response from the organizers of the dance scene was to ask me to avoid mentioning Y-Town Swing in social media posts (Oops) to protect their reputation. You can only imagine how I felt when they continued to have him as a teacher, or when they updated their safe space policy to say they are not responsible for anything that happens “outside a Y-Town swing event.” 

Oh, so if he raped me in the bathroom at the event instead it would have made a difference? Right, sorry, didn't realize the location or a rape mattered that much.

Anyway…

This was all in the confines of a small dance scene, in a small city, in a very niche hobby. Now, imagine how it must feel when your rapist and abuser is a fucking best selling author, praised as this ally to women and LGBT people, he’s the quirky guy who has a Tumblr and actually responds to his fans and he’s so cool, he’s one of us, he can’t possibly be a rapist, right? Right?

I can only imagine how fucking mad it drove his victims to know who he really is and see him put on such a high pedestal. 

So, however this all unfolds, I will say this. The people I care about most are the victims. I say this as someone who loved and still loves Good Omens, I say this as someone who was torn up about the final 15, as someone who rejoiced when S3 was originally announced, before all the allegations came to light. I care about the victims. 

But what about the fans? Listen, it’s a fucking TV show. Do you really mean to tell me the ending of a fictional fucking story is more important than the very real people he’s hurt? Not having an ending to your favorite show does not hold a candle to the trauma of being sexually assaulted. There’s no comparison. Not in the same ballpark. Not even in the same galaxy. 

But what about Terry?

Terry is dead and in his grave. I am sorry to say this, but whether his vision comes to life or not, he will never be the wiser. It makes no difference to him. If I could wave my magic wand and have Terry alive and well and Gaiman dead and in his grave, believe me, I definitely would, but that is not the hand we were dealt. 

So please, all I ask is this. Before you go spouting shit like, “I hope we don’t lose S3,” or “I just need to know how it ends,” put yourself in their shoes for just a second.

Imagine you are Claire, or Scarlett, or any of his other victims. Imagine you are sexually assaulted by someone whom the world just puts on a pedestal. You have to sit there and listen to him get praised as being “such a great ally to women and minorities” and “he’s one of us,” and “he’s so brilliant. He’s so cool. He really listens to his fans. Look at this quote of his I got tattooed on my body.” And for years you just sit there and take it, because you’re so fucking afraid that no one will believe you if you come forward, you’re told your story “isn’t enough,” you watch him get richer and richer while you’re stuck with the therapy bill for everyting this “great ally of women” did to you. 

Now imagine that you finally come forward. You finally muster up the will to speak your truth, and tell people what he did to you, and you find that you’re not the only person he’s hurt. The world is finally hearing your story and learning what a manipulative monster he is. 

And now, I want you to think very carefully about what it means if we still get S3. 

S3 means press tours. It means more reviews praising him as a genius. It means certain people being contractually obligated to say nice things about him, or at the very least, not say negative things about him. It means, once again, seeing his fucking horse face or his name everywhere, on Amazon, on billboards, on busses, on posters, in adverts. Only now, it's AFTER the world heard your side of the story.

Just imagine how that would feel. 

So, if it wasn't obvious by now, my stance on S3 is… I don't really want it to happen. Not out of spite or some deep seated hatred for Gaiman (although, ya know, fuck that guy) but out of consideration for the people he's hurt, as someone who knows exactly how it feels to see the person who hurt you get put on a pedestal. 

I understand that production is paused and people think he may be getting removed from the project. I'm not going to comment on that because "paused” can mean a lot of things and there's so much we don't know yet.

There will be other shows. 

There will be shows that DO have satisfying endings. 

Media and shows can be replaced. 

But there is no such thing as being un-raped. 

[katzchn]

Imagine finding out you have extraordinary powers when you are 13 years old and you are recruited to join a super hero team right away. Then you discover that your abilities, while amazing, are legitimately NOTHING in comparison to the rest of the people you live with.

Meet Kitty Pryde.

Kitty's powers are so dang cool but she grew up and trained surrounded by Weapons and Goddesses. Her power does not possess obvious offensive capabilities. Great for defense though! But this, coupled with her age, means people feel the instinct to protect her. It drives Kitty crazy. We see time and time again in the comics that she is ambitious and refuses to be categorized with the "X-Babies'. She wants to be in the ranks of Wolverine, Storm, Cyclops, Colossus, and Nightcrawler. They are all great in a fight with their claws, blasts, lightning, and strength (okay so Kurt's powers are not the best for offense either but he has so many aspects of his mutation and other skills. Plus training!!)

Kitty is at square one while the rest are far far ahead. She could give up and say that combat is not for her. Instead, Kitty chooses to push herself to limits and work as hard as she can get get stronger and better as fast as possible. Then the incident with Logan and Ogun occurs and Kitty gains combat skills and sword fighting, something she continues to hone rather than rest on her leftover memories from brain washing and call it a day. This is the real reason Kitty is powerful, not just because somebody forced skills into her mind, but because she is relentless. This girl literally doesn't know how to give up. She even tries. A LOT. But she just keeps going back to the life of being a hero. She is relentless, but also extremely intelligent and creative. That is how we get scenes like the fall of Krakoa when she uses her phasing offensively by throwing people INTO other people and putting grenades in their bodies. Phasing could be an entirely passive power, but Kitty found a way to make it deadly because of her tactical mind. She just needed to accept her powers were always going to be different. She was always going to have to work a little harder to keep up because she doesn't have claws, strength, height, healing, or distance attacks. Her hand to hand combat skills are precise and amazing because she doesn't relax or let up on her training. She cannot rely only on her powers. This leads me to my final point. If you know Kitty on a personal level she is incredibly sweet, generous, fun....but you know she can have a temper. If you are her enemy she is RUTHLESS. She began fighting at 13 and the first time she kills somebody who looks human is when she is 15 and there was zero accident or hesitation. She ran them through the back with a sword. As an adult she phases enemies halfway through air locks and then turns her powers off, cutting them in half. Kitty is a hardworking bad ass. Don't let the doe eyes and bright smile fool you.

[decimal86]

Ranking The Incident's members from "normal-ish straightman" to "interesting weirdo (affectionate)" based on their personalities. I am sorry if you disagree, but I respect your opinions on this matter.

1. Shrimp. Despite her admittedly off-putting smile, she's also just a very kindhearted young girl with a love for music. Consistently seems to fill the role as a younger sibling for other members to defend. Shrimp just wants to make others happy and seems like a relatively normal shark girl idol.

2. Big Bill. Surprisingly, for a buff, humanoid duck, he actually seems pretty chill. Don't have much to say about him, so he gets this by default.

3. Orion. Probably the closest to the "traditional" heroic archetype, being a strong and devoted family man with plenty of skill as a swordsman. He loves his daughter, plays both classes to the best of his ability, and is probably the voice of reason a lot of the time. The only thing keeping him down a bit is his odd attempts at giving presents and seeing an immortal chef with a thousand-yard stare and massive eyebrows as the best pick for a partner.

4. Erica. In a way, I see her and Orion as two sides of the same coin, being dedicated warriors who changed classes with a strong urge to keep their team safe. However, her Season 2 development led to her throwing much of her caution to the wind, so her temper and violent streak knock her placement down a bit. Still, I definitely could see her being the type to call others on their crap and forcing herself back into the straightwoman role if really needed. Very much a case of "only functional by comparison."

5. Failboat. The man, the myth, the definitely (maybe) not a furry, he's... gone through a lot since the first season. While it's difficult to say where the creator ends and the character's personality begins, I personally see C!Fail as a pretty nice guy, just world-weary and desperate for a break after his experience of the world. (TBF, makes sense given his relationship with Chat). Also, any man who eats spaghetti with cat paws on cannot be labeled as normal.

6. Bo. Certainly not the most unhinged even after her vampire transformation, but her generally seeming on edge a lot of the time makes me feel she deserves this position. Honestly, I'd just say her position fluctuates as much as Failboat's and Erica's.

7. Friend. While we likely can't truly judge a maybe-divine entity with human norms, I do think them being fairly serene and forgiving, yet also casting Righteous Anger with zero hesitancy and a stone cold smile, can speak for itself.

8. Mar. While his stoicism and apathy towards the zany nature of his party do make him appear normal at first, I'd argue it also makes him nearly as unhinged as the two members below him. Except, instead of being the "blast the door off the hinges" unhinged, he's the "saw it down and let it fall over" kind of unhinged. An odd mix of blank mindedness, Italian plumber cosplay, and top-notch leadership. To quote one of the memes @gnomey22 posted, Mar is "queer as in gay, yes, but also queer as in really very peculiar." He sees recklessness but willingly chooses to just watch it happen.

9. Chi. This, THIS is a character that I feel like could actually break everything in her body, survive and get healed, and immediately repeat whatever it is she just did—either for science, her love of fire, or just because it's fun. Sometimes for her friends, yeah, but mostly one of the above things. She sees everything from gender norms and to the laws of chemistry and just goes, "Hmm... nah, not really up for that," and defies them openly and instantaneously. Honestly, though, I vibe with it. Can definitely see why a lot of people like her!

10. Chat. I mean, what did you expect? They're a loose cannon both literally and figuratively. They spread mayonnaise on Failboat's head when he was ill. Proclaimed their friendship with their team before firing them at the enemy. They're a bundle of untamed voices, like a nest of fire ants who lost a pheromone trail.

...Well, that took longer than I thought. Hope anyone who sees this enjoyed it, though!

[elitesheepi]

Thoughts on Mai (and why she's actually pretty interesting)

I actually really like Mai. Sure her first introduction is her basically giving zero-shit about what happens to her brother, but honestly that kinda added to her character for me. She was like a toned down Azula. While Ty Lee had to be...."encouraged" to join Team Azula, Mai was all for it just to escape the boredom. She wasn't as passionate about hunting the Avatar cause this was Azula's thing, but she also didn't shy away from doing a good job. (as long as it wasn't gross, aka the drill.)

Her design combined with her attitude makes her a really interesting character to me: someone who represented the crueler aspects of the Fire Nation in a casual form--a colonist who against it solely because it's boring--while also being Azula's strongest confidant. I think she was an even stronger confidant for her due to the fact that she never really seemed to be afraid of Azula like how Ty Lee and damn near everyone else was. Even when they were kids, she didn't hesitate to yell at her about their prank on her and Zuko.

And speaking of Zuko, I actually didn't mind her relationship with him...until it got a certain point.

Again, I wanna clarify something: I don't hate Mai. I don't even really hate hate Mai.ko. I think them getting together intially in Book 3 is a good thing as it sets the tone for Zuko's mind frame at this point: he's got everything he ever wanted, his father's "respect," he's home, the fire nation loves him, he's a prince, and he's got the girl, but he's still not happy. He's changed and he hasn't really come to grips with it as much as he thinks he has. Mai doesn't really acknowledge that, nor does she seem to want to. And that's really good, from a story writing perspective.

Mai despite it all, likes her life. She likes to indulge in ordering around servents and the opulent life being Fire Nation high nobility grants her. She got what she wanted--Zuko--and the avatar's dead so no more running around the world looking for him, so all that's left is to enjoy the high life.

'Cept, Zuko isn't going along with it. He's still troubled--wrecked with guilt and shame over betraying Iroh and the fact that Aang ain't dead and will come back--he can't indulge in same life she can. He does at first, but the moment reality starts to set back in well he starts rejecting it and subconciously rejecting her.

There's also an argument that he can't enjoy this because he doesn't find enjoyment ordering servants around like she does and only really did it because it was expected of him. When she sees he's troubled about being in the war meeting, first she downplays it then she genuinely tries to reach out and make him feel better, but does it by suggesting ordering around the servants some more and taking a ride in the palenquin. That isn't him. And she sees that, yet she can't come to the conclusion that it isn't him.

Mai doesn't really know Zuko--the real Zuko. The post-Ba Sing Se Zuko, not the perfect Prince Zuko.

This is basically my long winded way to say: they don't work as a couple, and that's perfect. From a story-writers perspective.

In the universe of Avatar however, yeah, it's obvious that they're doomed to fail because of how clearly different they've become and "opposites attract" can only take you so far. It's not even an opposites attract type of situation either, it's squarely a "I've changed as a person and you haven't." They've outgrown each other and they're no longer the same as when they were kids.

The fandom doesn't really get to know much about Mai's childhood in comparison to Zuko's. We already know Zuko's was fucked, but we don't get as much of an insight into Mai until "The Beach." She implies that her family is emotionally abusive and urged her to repress her emotions due to her father needing to keep a good image. We also see her mother being pretty kind towards her. Mai's pretty open about how much she hates Omashu with her mother encouraging her to keep an open mind since they're basically royalty amongst the people they're colonizing. You can read that as her mother being dismissive of her feelings, that's a fair reading too. (she also offered her dad some fire flakes, so maybe they get along now to her extent.)

It's hard to talk more about her childhood because Mai herself doesn't really open up on it beyond saying it was decent.

Again, we don't know for sure, because she doesn't open up at all. That's her character flaw and the biggest flaw in her relationship with Zuko. They're both two repressed people with one struggling to open up further and the other not wanting to try at all. Zuko is always reach, reach, reaching out for someone, while Mai just doesn't and is seemingly okay with that. That's not to say she won't speak her mind, but she's very controlled and blunt about it.

There's a scene that sticks with me that kinda encompases everything wrong with their relationship

Mai: Aren't you cold? Zuko: I've got a'lot on my mind. It's been so long. Over three years since I was home. I wonder what's changed. I wonder how I've changed. Mai: I just asked if you were cold. I didn't ask for your whole life story.

It's kinda dark comedy. But, like I said, shows exactly where they are mentally. Mai is happy keeping things simple, she doesn't have the energy or even maybe emotional empathy to deal with Zuko's long-standing problems that slowly got clearer the longer he was home. As long as she's not bored or inconvenienced, she's content.

And that's good. From from a story-teller's perspective. But not as his in universe girlfriend.

I don't necessarily dislike the way Mai is written in Book 3 for the most part and I like how the mai.ko relationship is written as not being that particularly great due to the various reasons listed above. And, despite Mai's apathy, I do think she really loved Zuko. She wouldn't be as hurt by his letter if she hadn't. How she reacts is not the behavior of someone who didn't care about their relationship. She's hurt by his letter and disappearance. She loved him and was hurt by the fact that, in her eyes, he didn't love her enough to even give her the courtesy of an in-person break up. (Ironically enough, the letter basically absolved her of his traitorous actions so, blessing in disguise.)

There's also this iconic scene.

So, Mai still loves Zuko. She sacrificed her security with Azula for him. She basically committed treason against the crown for Zuko. And yet....I don't think that's a strong enough reason for Mai.ko to have stayed together nor do I feel like this scene is particularly earned.

This leads to my biggest problem with Mai and her characterization going from Boiling Rock onwards.

Look, I won't deny that she did a massive act of service for him. But she did it, for him. Mai didn't do it because she saw his point of view, or even had a change of heart towards the Fire Nation. That's the biggest obstacle to their relationship, Zuko had changed and no longer saw the Fire Nation and their nobility as good. He saw the damage they've done and who they've hurt--who he's hurt--and wants to change that. All of it needs to change and Zuko wants to help the Avatar achieve that. Betraying his father, the FN was the cost and Mai sadly was the collateral damage that he seemingly didn't think much about until the Boiling Rock.

Mai never got that realization, or any character development really. Her feelings for Zuko were personal and revolved solely around him and her. If they were to begin dating again post-canon, this would be a massive hurdle in their relationship: Zuko's a passionate character who rejects the systemic oppression, colonization and overall Fire Nation crimes against the people of the world.

While Mai is fairly passive and more-so only cares about her own happiness and what keeps her content. It doesn't help either that the writers don't really give us greater insight on her feelings towards Zuko's change beyond "you left me and betrayed out country. But more importantly, you left me."

She's just added to the group cause she's Zuko's girlfriend and that's it.

This feels like an act of disservice toward Mai's character and she's not the only victim of writers misogyny. Mai, to a certain extent Katara and Suki, become written to revolve around the men/love interest int their lives.

Book 2 Mai was an intelligent, somewhat gloomy and apathetic girl who put up with Azula and Ty Lee shenanigans while also being pretty intuned with their personalities. She had mild excitement to get in a fight, but didn't go above and beyond. Her crush on Zuko is obvious, but doesn't swallow her.

Come Book 3, and she's designated to be just his girlfriend and a narrative device to show how unhappy he is. In the process, Mai gets denied a mini-arc and instead gets shoved in towards the end of the series with little care

Apparently the comics don't do her any justice either, but apparently no one comes out unscathed in it so eh. Not holding that against her.

Because the writers cut whatever story and character could've had short, the fandom fills in the blanks in typically fandom fashion which is basically "make her a mean goth bitch. And then flanderize the hell out of her." And yeah, she's mean, she's technically a bitch for siding with Azula up until the last moment, but so did Ty Lee, so that argument can easily be used against Ty Lee as well. But that's not all Mai is, and in the comings and goings of fandom, this all gets lost. She shouldn't be designated to being the cruel mean girl used only when a fanfic needs a villain, usually of the homophobic variety for the gay ships.

Mai is a decent character made victim of writing decisions and an unaccomplished story. Maybe with an extra season or something we could've gotten more into Mai, but as it stands now she's a very controversial character with a large fandom and hatedom.

I've always liked her, but I never truly liked the writing decisions taken for her, so my feelings lean more towards pity for what could've been.

Mai deserves to flourish as a character. Maybe one day someone can give her Justice and make gold from the nuggets we've been given.

[grimlins-chaos]

Lo'gosh/Vari revamps! full body w/ comparisons to the og designs + alt looks + my mad rambling under the cut!

Do keep in mind these are my takes on the character and this is for my fic that's in the works where i'm doing some MASSIVE retconning of story and world building to 1, feed my brainworms because this *is* a warcraft x ffxiv crossover and 2, keep my fucking sanity because blizz retcons their own shit so much and the way they handle characters so inconsistently it makes me violently angry i fucking hate the books with every fiber of my being

I'm more than happy to give clarifications on some of my ideas just be aware that i might sound unhinged as i explain the ideas i've cultivated in my brain case for literal years like a conspiracy theorist so without further ado LET'S GO!

First things first let's get into Lo'gosh!

He starts off with his OG look as functionally it works and it's an iconic look in a ring where your gladiators are being pitted against guys who are damn near naked you don't want to disadvantage them with too much armor

the only few changes i made was switching out the sash for some more straps and the armored pieces are not nearly as bulky (i did straight up forget his spikes but i'll add them another time when i have a bit more time so just imagine they are there lmao)

But as iconic as the look is his clothes do deteriorate especially as my version of lo'gosh gets tossed around on the regular (think of captain america's "i can do this all day" while bloodied and beat the fuck up) on top of because it being such an iconic look Lo'gosh would need a change of clothes to replace the torn ones he was given as well as make him blend in a little more with your common adventurers, so when he meets up with allies in the eastern kingdoms he gets some new drip

he does hold onto the old armor pieces as to hold on to the lo'gosh identity for as long as he can before he has to return to being Varian Wrynn (to build more upon his feelings of "i don't know this varian, is that really the life i want?" in issue 7 of the comics because it was such a missed opportunity for internal conflict, we love a man who's struggling emotionally)

Storywise i felt that rather than have him be the strong willed half of Varian while the other half is more "weak willed" instead Lo'gosh and Vari represent two different sides of his ideals, attitude, and how he expresses love (yes we are going FULL fuckin' cheese mode here) Lo'gosh would represent the rebellious side of Varian, the one who would try so desperately to escape because he just wants to be free. Pre-split this would present most in his younger self who would regularly sneak out to have fun and support his people, away from the pressures of his duties that would later on take away any minuscule amount of freedom he had in his life. Lo'gosh also represents Varian's strong sense of justice, never afraid and not even hesitating to throw himself on the line to defend complete strangers because (unknowingly to Lo'gosh for most of the story) his past with a young abused girl that he once called best friend along with Arthas very much ingrained it into his head that he would never leave anyone who takes advantage of others and hurts them like how he had failed that girl

Lo'gosh is the side of Varian that's a force of nature that will act on the spot to protect others, unwilling to back down and has absolutely zero fucking idea on when to just give up (granted giving up seems more like a made-up concept to him)

When it comes to Vari (the nickname i gave to the more charming/gentle dad side of Varian just for the sake of making it less confusing) I do have a lot more to say so buckle the fuck up XD;;

In terms of design i fuckin' hate his pajama suit, i tried to redeem it, i very much did, but it wasn't workin' out for me XD It makes sense in that when it comes to Vari i very much see him as being extremely insecure, and so while katrana bumps up his charm to obnoxious levels the actual charisma he displays is a mask to try and hide his struggle. So it makes sense for him to make himself seem less regal and wear as simple as clothing as he can outside of obvious formal affairs and Katrana would very much prey on this especially as corrupt black dragons lean on self-importance and ego and so she'd make herself wear purples and reds while Vari blends more in with the crowd, she makes it so your eyes go to her rather than the fuckin king because she has manipulated her way to the top and holds all the power over him

But the whole body suit deal? uglier than sin, this ain't your wish medieval batman costume so for my redesign i gave Vari this

it was a combination of norse inspired renfaire tunics and as well as the outfits in one of my favorite movies; Quest for camelot (as King Arthur was a minor inspiration for my version of Varian)

And as for armor it does still have close resemblance to the og look in the comics but gave it a bit more bulk and baggyness in some areas as i imagine Vari representing the protection spec while Lo'gosh is of course fury, so to take a bit more of a beating he's got more protection

Vari being the half of Varian that retained his memories, he carries the brunt of the trauma and guilt brought on by all the trials and horrific events he's experienced but to cover his pain not only to try and hide from it but also in an attempt to protect his son and be there for his people (the mask of "everything's just fine" while the wearer of that mask is actively drowning). But Vari also carries the fatherly attitude of Varian, this is the half that presents Varian's love of his son the absolute most and for him he's willing to literally jump off a cliff just to save him. Vari will defend those he loves with his life.

Lo'gosh: Offensive Vari: Defensive

Together they are the two halves of one ballsy motherfucker you really do not wanna piss off

Anywho if you've made it this far i personally applaud you for subjecting yourself to my madness, i hope it was at least entertaining and a fun read!

[jazzpostsrandomthings]

My introduction to FFXIV

Hey, after posting the thing about the stress test server a few weeks ago, I got an idea to try and go down the memory lane, trying to recall everything that had happened during the time I've spent playing Final Fantasy XIV. I hope that someone would find my story and experiences interesting. After all, I found out that I enjoyed seeing other people's reactions to the game itself as well.

But in order to tell my story, I have to start somewhere. And I can't find a better way to do so than to tell you how I learnt of the game in the first place.

Not sure when exactly did it start, but I remember my friend mentioning that he was playing FFXIV during Summer this year, I think. I wasn't too interested, after all I had prior experience with MMORPGs like Aion, Tera, Black Desert, ArchAge and even that Digimon Masters Online or whatever was it called, and I didn't go further than level 30 in any of them (which meant I was playing for less than a month or a month and a half at max for Aion (the 2010 version prior to becoming the cash shop simulator with no story) and Digimon Masters). Why was I trying so many MMOs out in the first place? Well, my mom is actually into MMOs herself so I was visiting the titles she was playing as well (minus Digimon Masters) to help her and just find a title I would like, but it never clicked so I thought that maybe I wasn't into online gaming in the first place.

So when I heard that my friend was playing an MMORPG that was also a part of a franchise I didn't know much about, I kinda wanted to join... but I hesitated, knowing that it would probably end the same way as it did for five other titles I've listed above.

Fast-forward to the beginning of September 2023, September 2nd to be presice, when I saw some hentai-loving douche from a Russian Megaman Discord server saying how much the old gaming and MMOs sucked in comparison to perverted gachas he was playing with and how the critically-acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV was actually trash. Needless to say, the guy was banned for posting hentai there. But either way, what he said about FFXIV was actually a good advertisement for the game so I remembered what my friend was saying and decided to reach out to him, saying I am willing to give it a shot. I did mention that I might not stay for too long here due to my track record with MMORPGs, but he said it was fine and that I can leave if it doesn't light up the spark in me in a month. He then made a group DM with a friend of his who actually was a person I saw on a different server a few years ago so that was neat.

I made a SquareEnix account that same evening, downloaded the game and then logged into the Free Trial for the first time, getting hit with this game's version of Prelude (even though I wasn't a fan or FF series, I knew the tune) and feeling a sense of tranquility, staying on the screen for a few minutes and continuing to listen to it while fiddling with settings.

I watched the opening cinematic (it was great but I was wondering if the game even had Japanese voice acting because I like playing games and hearing their original language, be it English, Japanese or something else, just a personal preference) and got to the character creator. I was looking at the races, finding a liking to exactly the three of them -- cat-eared people with furry tails known as Miqo'te, tall and slender horned people named Au Ra and short child-like folk with long ears by the name of Lalafell.

Also I was struggling a lot with trying to read most of the race's names at first. It took me at least a few weeks to memorize them even.

At first, I wanted to make Axl as a cat boy here, thinking that I probably won't stick for long anyway (and I did make him in the game later, I still have his preset saved), but I decided to actually choose the race none of my friends picked up (one was a Miqo'te, other was an Au Ra), so I went for a lalafell and made my boy Pi from ROCKMAN ZERO - Chapter: AXL here to the best of my ability. One of the two friends was certainly really happy I chose a potato according to her messages when I had announced it :D

After getting freaked out by the game asking what my deity was (picked Oschon because Pi has a thing for exploring and learning new stuff about the world), I decided to pick the Healer class, before getting told not to do that because it would make early combat really annoying, and then my friend told me I can go for Arcanist since it would become a Healer class at level 30. Needless to say, I went for the book, then chose the Atomos server because my friends were there (ping wasn't bad here at all, even though everything tends to freeze rarely due to my internet provider screwing me over) and thus had set my eyes towards the seaside jewel of Eorzea -- Limsa Lominsa...

I didn't know there was a different opening for each of the city-states at that time so I had some flashbacks to ArchAge when my character, Pi Peataan (I REALLY didn't think much while giving the character a name), but then we had actually arrived to the city and... I realized I underestimated my PC with the potato graphics settings I had supposedly set for it. Those bushes took me out of it for a moment.

So, I arrived to Limsa, fixed the graphics, met Baderon Tenfingers (still giggling at that name), took notes that pirate speak is indeed quite hard for me to read quickly, then went to the main plaza with giant aetherite where I was met by my friends, the self-proclaimed 'emo catboy' Miqo'te Summoner/Scholar and an immensely tall black-scaled Auri Dark Knight. They greeted me, which made me feel all shy because before that I've only seen these people as 2D avatars and text messages, and now they could ran around me and kinda interact with me... ahem. One of them added me to the friends list (other couldn't, he was still in Free Trial), and then went their own ways while I had one hour left before the bed to explore the city.

I didn't know yet that you don't need to do yellow quests so i just picked up all the quests that were available in Limsa before proceeding with the main quest. I was getting lost in this giant city A LOT, which was the result of me having what I call "topographical cretinism", but I was... enjoying it. I ended the day without setting a foot outside the starting area, but I was looking forward towards tomorrow to explore some more, drifting to sleep while the main menu theme kept ringing in my head, accompanying me into my dreams...

Hope you enjoyed this entry. I will try to continue this series. I had a lot of fun remembering the details of the first day of FFXIV for me and what was I feeling during it all. Playing through it again with my friends that cannot play FFXIV or don't want to sink so much time into an MMO, and looking through the backlog of messages and screenshots in Discord I left while going through all of that certainly helped to assemble these memories back in a proper order.

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[checkoutmybookshelf]

Teenage Vampires Meet Jane Austen

There is a danger of decrying all vampire YA books released in the 2000s as mere Twilight Saga clones, but Beth Fantaskey's (and if ever an author had a vampire novel writing last name, she does!) novel was published in 2000, and Twilight wasn't released until 2005. So please, no comparisons between these two books--they're sufficiently different that they deserve to be discussed on their own merits. Honestly, I kind of wish that Fantaskey's books had blown up and become the mainstream YA vampire duology of the 2000s, but a girl can't have everything. Let's talk the marvelous mix of Jane Austen and vampire lore that is Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side.

Right off the top, this book has startlingly excellent adoption representation. Jessica is adopted, and she has a phenomenal relationship with her adoptive parents. She is unconditionally loved and supported, she is happy, there is great parent-child communication, and there is exactly zero resentment or hesitation once Jessica is ready to explore her birth parents--she is supported in that too. She struggles with her adoption circumstances specifically, but even that is handled well--who wouldn't struggle with being adopted as an infant to avoid being murdered alongside their family? I was pleasantly surprised to find such great representation, and it serves the story equally well, given how objectively abusive and cruel Lucius's biological family is. This tends not to be something I see a lot in SFF (you could argue for found family doing similar things, but this is an explicit adoption story in the 2000s, so I think that gets its own literary area), and I loved how well it was handled.

So who are Jessica and Lucius?

Jessica was born in Romania as Antanasia to the Dragomir royal vampire family. However, she grew up as Jessica Packwood, daughter of a university professor and a hippie in Southern America, a mathelete, and a 4H horsewoman who isn't a half bad jumper. She's not popular at school but she has her best friend, her mathelete colleagues, and even a boy who is a little bit interested in her as she learns to be more assertive with her worth and skills--again, supported wholeheartedly by her parents.

Then Lucius Vladescu rocks into town and pulls a Heathcliff out on the moors at her bus stop on the first day of senior year. That absolutely unmitigated dramatic flair is arguably a combination coping and rebellion methodbecause Lucius is the heir apparent to the Vladescu royal vampire family. He's basically a teenage angst version of a combination of Mr. Darcy and Heathcliff, and that in and of itself is the weirdest combination of chivalrous, assholeish, dutiful, and "let it burn." It's unusual for me to say that the male lead in a YA vampire romance is actually fascinating, but watching Lucius try to burn down the status quo as hard as he can while also trying to stop things from catching fire as hard as he can is never not interesting.

In addition to Jessica and Lucius being genuinely interesting characters to follow, the book itself does the weirdest thing where it combines literary influences and allusions to Pride and Prejudice (in the form of Lucius's letters to his uncle and Jessica's resemblance to Lizzie), Wuthering Heights (in Lucius's *gestures broadly* and direct diegetic references to the novel that get a bit close to the heavy-handed line), and Dracula (in the general vampire aesthetics and the Vladescu vibes--I am super not speaking for the Dragomir family vibes, because that is just...yeah). Vampire and Gothic make sense together, but the Pride and Prejudice vibes just take this story and give it a bit of lightness that I wasn't expecting and frankly think works astoundingly well.

Overall, this book was a favorite of mine when I found it in high school, and I cannot recommend it enough. It's part one of a duology, so be sure to follow it up with Jessica Rules the Dark Side.

[lasplaga]

[META] + preferred food!

「𝔖」 The gist of it is that he is basically a scavenger for carrion, hunts prey, extensively practices cannibalism, but also eats things that isn't considered food or safe for consumption. There's no real preference, but his diet is nonhuman & cannot change. Going to emphasize to not read this if you are currently eating & / or have a trigger involving food, much of this is extremely gross but unfortunately canonical. 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄:

Upon Los Iluminados being banished from the mainland, there was a LONG period in which his ancestors endured famine & consumed soil / mud straight from the ground + added blood / bone meal to provide additional nutrients. It inevitably became the regular diet of Ganados upon Sanctuary ( Osmund included ), to the point they still continued eating inedible / hardly beneficial items despite being free from exile. You could say their geophagia developed into a PICA-like disorder or obsession. There are removed files / objects in RE4R ( such as ch_mes_main_file_036.msg.22.txt ) which suggests they eat hair alongside stew or porridge, as one example. Another example, which is present in game, is that they do eat each other's vomit / blood ( which is full of larva / maggots, go figure ) & possibly... other bodily fluids that I dare not suggest, but you get what I mean. Eating rotten / inedible objects without falling ill & dying could also be attributed to the parasites behavior & being able to adapt to extreme conditions, such as instilling upon their hosts sadomasochistic tendencies in order to experience pleasure from pain / torture, if they can still feel anything at all.

Insects are notorious for consuming waste as well, so regardless, it's appropriate.

There is also evidence that implies they not only eat spoiled items, but discarded / trashed items as well, & most gross of all, items tainted by sewage. Their drinking water is infested with maggots & live insects, green with algae, among other things. If push came to shove I don't think there is anything in the world they couldn't eat & NOT get sick from, outside of other bioweapons ( with the exception of T-Virus ). They essentially have iron stomachs & embody disease, so there is very little risk of them being poisoned or falling ill. They make The Baker house seem immaculate in comparison with how filthy / unhygienic they are.

Osmund truly has no particular choice when it comes to prey ( besides humans ), as his secretions are acidic & melt everything down to the point it is digestible. If you could name an animal, outside of insects as he would never kill them purposely, chances are he'd eat it with absolutely zero hesitation. This DOES INCLUDE if the animal has been dead for days / weeks & has become flyblown + decomposing. HOWEVER ! A prominent headcanon that I include upon this blog was actually a thought of Marcio Moreno ( Ramon's voice actor in 4R ), being that he hunts live rats & chickens throughout the castle & swallows them whole. The only reason I went along with this, despite how hysterical / morbid it sounds, is because Osmund already exhibits disturbing / nonhuman / animal-like behavior, & I thought it suited him perfectly.

In terms of preferred food I genuinely don't think it is possible for him to have any, as his body is perfectly capable of eating pretty much anything. I really can't emphasize enough that his way of thinking is severely disordered & / or his biology is so different from humans as a species that it's frankly ridiculous.

[flaim-ita]

I’d say a part of it is just Ace being Ace but also a thing I noticed is Tsumuri and Ace are very similar but show their similar natures and moralities in very different ways due to circumstances.

Ace is a player and he knows he is a demigod long before he knows his mother is the goddess. He is (he thinks) in control of his situation. Tsumuri is owned by the DGP. She’s “staff” but that is basically code for “you can do what you want so long as you DO WHAT YOURE TOLD. Or you die” and despite being in the know on everything it’s made clear she has zero say and zero power.

They’re both showboaty and mysterious and ancient…

But Tsumuri uses a cutesy mascot aesthetic to protect herself and better do a job she genuinely enjoys. Like she loves being the navigator to help these people of the past achieve their dreams (it’s part of why she butts heads more with Chirami - unlike Giroli, he is not united with her in a love of the hope the DGP represents.)

Ace by comparison uses his loud “Star of the Star of the stars” repeat winner aesthetic to wow the audience, and it is a genuine part of him, but it helps hide just how much he cares about others. Something I’ve noticed is he tends to “test” new Riders on the strength of their resolve vs their desires. He can’t openly help them but he tries to push them forwards anyways.

They also have similar core philosophies which is that “the concept of the DGP is positive bc it represents hope and determination to achieve desire, and I want to help people reach the things they most deeply want, but I have My Own Circumstances.”

(Which, again, reflect themselves in different ways but both come to question their own hesitation and the DGP as it stands at roughly the same time and both right around when they awaken their powers as gods)

Anyways all of this to say I think it comes from the same sentiment. “I want to help, and I don’t know what to do, which is a rarity, so here is something I know all humans want and need in a crisis while I try to understand this all.” Both Tsumuri and Ace are both there to help and there to question, and both of these scenes represent the start of their arcs TOWARDS cutting “the DGP is important” from “everyone deserves a chance to fight for their desire of it is truly a genuine wish”

first of many times ace will seek michinaga out to feed him. i find it fun and interesting that tsumuri did this for him first a few episodes ago, the same kind of food in the same kind of bag, and he's extending that to michinaga now. idk if that means anything though

[spitdrunken]

Volo x GN!Reader HCs

notes: major (post-game) pla spoilers, heavily implied unhealthy relationship, unrequited feelings (?).  not exactly a happy/fluffy read!

Volo would appreciate someone who humours his rants on mythology. He can go on and on, without limit. It’s the one subject that makes him liven up, growing much more animated in both his movements and expressions. But, besides the information he feeds you, you shouldn’t be too interested. Especially regarding Arceus. He’s quick to feel threatened. The last thing he wants is to find another with a dream similar to his, who might interfere with his plans. Meeting Arceus is what he desires more than anything else, and he dances around that subject with you. He wants to keep the time mulling over his god and his time with you mostly separate. 

You’re so out of luck if you’re easily embarrassed, because it’d be the type of response he’d exploit the most. He has a tendency to tease you with the same ‘nice’ smile he usually wears, to the point you can’t exactly tell when he’s being sincere or sarcastic. Honestly, in general, he has the tendency to seem like he isn’t taking you seriously. To put it simply, he can be a bit mean. Volo has zero hesitation when it comes to showing you affection in public. With everyone else, he already has a tendency to pop out of nowhere or get too close in their personal space. It’s much worse when it comes to you. If it were up to him, he’d always have an arm wrapped around you. 

He’s a wanderer by nature and nurture, always following his curiosity and fulfilling the bare minimum of expectations put on him by the Gingko Guild. This isn’t something you can change. If you ever complain, he’ll simply say something along the lines of: What were you expecting when choosing a merchant as your partner? Either way though, he’ll stop by at least once a week, never failing to bring a little gift with him. You’ll end up with mementos from all over the Hisui region. And he always return with more tales to tell too. He’s a great storyteller. Occasionally, he’ll let you accompany him! This is only when he doesn’t have many leads to go off of. Or he’ll leave one of his Pokemon with you to keep you company. (Most often his Riolu… The two don’t seem to get along at all.)

When he sees the way you look at him… All flustered or happy, brightening up at his presence. It reminds him of how he feels at another breakthrough. Or when he hears you describing the feelings you had prior to your confession— This jittery mess of nerves, the desire to catch his attention that left you wanting to do silly things… It is then that he comes to the conclusion that what you feel for each other is not the same. (You wouldn’t even be dating if you didn’t confess: Volo never had any inclination to label what you two had as anything specific, always calling you friend, but he wasn’t opposed to being together with you either. He cares about you far more than most, that much is true.)

In his mind, you are his tether. A last strand tying him to the here and now, grounding him when he threatens to get lost in things so, so much larger than himself. Despite everything, he is fond of you, perhaps just not in a way you would understand. His obsession with his god causes all other feelings to pale in comparison, making it near impossible to form bonds with others that aren’t ‘useful’. It is all for information, superficial connections. All to help him chase the god that has failed to answer his prayers.

But you are useless to him, and it’s the biggest compliment he can give you. Because it allows him to build a much more genuine relationship with you, even if it still has a foundation of lies. If he was a man without a heart, he would’ve found your company a waste of time. Volo is still human, still has a part that doesn’t wish to be alone. Your presence calms, but it is like a soothing balm on a rotten wound: A temporary fix, and nothing more. His entire existence is restless, without you however, he’d be even worse. (Sometimes, he wonders, how would he have felt towards you if wishing for more wasn’t all he did…?)

When considering his dreams, you have cut a home for yourself in his fantasies. At the dawn of his new world, he’ll save you. There is little he would want to bring from this planet onto the next. Why would he want to keep memories from a world that caused him so much pain? You, though… Volo struggles to leave the thought of you entirely behind. He wonders if you would still love him once he has destroyed everything else. Whether you would cling to his words like worshipper or curse his very being, Volo wants at least a single person along with him who remembers where he once started. How he climbed from rock bottom to the Heavens. It has to be you. He imagines you calling him ‘your god’, and tingles shoot up his spine.

[godwrecks]

um.. can i req for kuroo just being so mean to his girlfriend with a huge size kink on top? i just love the idea of him deliberately being mean bcs he likes seeing his baby cry for him then immediately change to a loving bf after that 🙈

Mean Dom! Kuroo - Too Dumb

word count: 1.7k

tags: dacryphilia; heavy degradation; daddy kink; dom! kuroo; mean kuroo tbh; size kink; throat fucking; some aftercare (?).

Always in a world of incessant business and black suits, you should have guessed Kuroo would need release somewhere else. Yet out of all things he could enjoy, out of everything that could be his if he just wished it to be, you turned out to be the subject of his adoration. He absolutely worshipped you - showered you with gifts and praise so much so that you would never doubt yourself or his love for you. And considering the way his eyes shone with tenderness whenever you were around, you never did. Not usually, at least.

But right now, when he was so deep inside you yet his face branded utter boredom, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest. You had struggled against his almost suffocating embrace, writhing like a prey facing death, when he ripped your panties aside and aligned himself along your folds. There had been a few protests, yet his dark gaze was enough to silence you.

“Tetsu,” you cried out, clinging onto his shoulders for leverage when he finally directed his eyes towards you.

“You fucking done yet, princess? You’ve had me waiting here for a while now,” Kuroo grunted, lowering himself down to his elbows and pushing a hand down against your abdomen. He was well aware of how much bigger he was in comparison to you. “Been inside you so many times, baby, and you still need fucking time to adjust?” He chuckled cruelly, his mocks only making your walls tighten around him. It wasn’t your fault - you wailed it wasn’t. Taking his long, girthy cock now was no easier now than it was before. No matter how many times you did it, he always managed to stretch you out until he made you his, turning the disastrous burn into pure ecstacy. Each and every time.

“I- I’m okay now, ‘s just too big…” Your whisper was borderline inaudible as he began thrusting inside you, setting a merciless pace that knocked the air off your lungs every time he bottomed out.

“You sound like a dumb whore the way you’re talking. Daddy’s cock, is that what you meant?” To your terror, he sat up on his knees, lifting up your thighs against you to gain more speed. Your back arched with moans as he rammed into you harshly, forcing you to take his full length with every buckle of his hips. “Fucking answer me, are you that hopeless of a case?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s what I meant. Daddy’s-” Cut off by a scream, your sentence got lost in a sea of heavy breaths. The low growls he emitted by your ear, coupled with the twitching and swelling of his cock inside you was nauseating. Sickeningly perverted.

Wrapping a large hand around your throat, you gasped for air while Kuroo gazed down at you with a sinister smile, zeroing in on the tears welling up. The bruising force of his hips clashing against yours was enough for you to hold his wrist in a desperate plea, begging for a breath of air as he kept tightening his hold.

“T-testu!” The raw panic ringing in his ears instantly tore his hands away from your neck, but the lifted corners of his mouth were unmovable as he pulled out all the way, just to slowly sink in back to you.

Your back pathetically arched into his touch, clit rubbing just right against the smooth skin of his defined abdomen. The way he looked down at you as if you were nothing but a used toy he’d throw away soon had your hand pushing against his chest, attempting to slow the reckless grinding of his hips.

“What now?” His eyes were so cold, only letting the slightly feral tone underneath the ice flicker through.

“Slow down, please, it hurts.” Contradicting your plea, you let it out a shameful moan when his thumb began circling the swollen bud. Oh, it was so clear he enjoyed watching you unravel under him, as if you were a little porcelain doll - the favorite in his collection.

“Princess, I don’t think I ever stated you have a fucking say,” he rolled his eyes, and the carelessness with which he threw you around in the bed - bringing you up to your knees on the edge of the bed while he stood - left an unfamiliar distaste reverberating through your system.

With another hand gripping your shoulder to keep you in place, he pried your mouth open slowly, savoring the crimson of your lips. His digits sensually pushed against your tongue, to which you responded by swirling your tongue around them. The hand previously restraining you lowered down to his cock, where he began pumping his fist up and down. Precum quickly began pooling from his tip and without realizing, your tongue had surely stuck out, ready for him to use your mouth.

At least that’s what you thought, but the moment he fisted your hair and forced you down his length, you knew it would be too much. You tried to relax your mouth, but his cock twitching inside your mouth made you choke even more. You couldn’t breathe, you only ogled up at him with tears that threatened to fall at any moment, hoping maybe he’d have some mercy. “You said you'd take it so why are you struggling, huh? Do you not want to?” He finally let go of you, and as much as you tried to compensate for the air your lungs were begging for, it was hard to even relish in the emptiness again when he sounded so damn disappointed.

“No! It’s not that, daddy, I just can’t fit you inside my mouth, it hurts,” you uttered the words as your arms wrapped around his legs, bringing him closer until his length was raised taut against your cheek.

“So everything hurts now for you,” the laugh that echoed off was strange, condemning. His cringe at the sight made your heart tremble. “I’m taking the time to train your useless little throat and this is how you behave? You should be fucking thankful, or would you rather I use my secretary’s?” You tried to listen for any sign of hesitance or teasing in his tone, but it was cold steel you heard. Shaking your head swiftly, your bottom lip quivered as his tip set against your mouth once again.

“So then why, baby? Why are you acting like such a stupid slut, as if you haven’t learned anything?” Using your throat as nothing more than a cock sleeve, he thrusted into your mouth continuously, ignoring all signs of your struggle. “You’re too dumb to remember, is that it? Maybe it’s time I throw you away and find someone new to play with.” Those were the words you lost it at, when the tears began cascading down your cheeks. Even as you sobbed, even as the oxygen barely managed to reach your blood and dizzied you, you kept him inside your mouth. Wishing - clinging to the hope that you could satisfy him again like you used to. But just as your spotted vision started going black, you were suddenly pulled up into his embrace, his arms holding you tightly against him. No, not like the claustrophobic hold he had on you earlier, but with that warm strength you were always met with when you needed it.

“I got you, pretty girl. C’mon, look at me,” Kuroo’s words were once again dripping with honey, his index finger lifting up your chin so your teary eyes could lock with his. “So fucking pretty when you cry, you know that right? Know how much I love you?” His charming smile was like a lullaby, easily dissipating every concern you had.

“Keep crying for me, angel, yeah? Wanna see those pretty tears when I make you cum.” Those words were the last you registered before he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, easily slipping inside you with how much you had been dripping onto the sheets.

Though you hadn’t come before, every thrust was worse than the previous. You were so sensitive you could feel absolutely everything - every vein and pulsing of his cock, every place where you clamped down on him, every brush of your hardened nipples against his firm chest.

“Tetsu, it feels so good! Feels so good, I’m gonna cum,” you sobbed on his shoulder, bouncing on his lap each time he plunged into you.

“Go on, princess. Cum with me, make daddy proud.”

With a kiss to your dampened cheek, his rhythm increased enough to send you both into your high. For a moment, you felt awfully aware of your surroundings, your heavy pants and the lewd sound of naked skin slapping against another. It was like the calm before a storm, right when your orgasm rushed in and cascaded over you, milking every last drop of the creamy liquid from Kuroo without even noticing.

You still trembled weakly from the pleasure when you felt Kuroo’s fingers draw circles on your stomach. It was then, when you looked down, that you discovered you were trying to keep in every bit of his seed inside you, unwilling to let any pour outside.

“Look at that bulge, too full with my cum, huh? You always do so fucking good for me,” Kuroo grunted with a smirk, the sweat on his forehead glistening with every labored breath.

“I love you,” you looked at him with furrowed brows and a pout, still unable to shake away the words from before.

He smiled briefly, wiping away the tears before cupping your cheeks and bringing you closer. “I love you so fucking much. Never forget that, okay? No matter what I say when I’m like that, you’re the only one for me. Only girl I wanna spend my life with, and only girl I want to absolutely fucking ruin every night.” His lips ghosted above yours with the whisper, merely brushing against yours with every spoken word. “Got that?” A brow lifted up with the question, seeking for the confirmation he needed to hear.

“Got that,” you smiled, taking the reins and lunging forward for a kiss.

my dumbass literally forgot abt the size kink?? i’m so sorry, i tried to go back & include it but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. thank u for the request!

[kessielrg]

Introductions reached 509 words 😂😭

“Then we should probably start the introductions,” suggested a girl with blonde hair that she kept up in a loose bun, and dark blue eyes that illustrated she knew business. “My name is Alia.”

“Zero.” a guy standing near the wall, sporting long blonde hair he kept in a low ponytail, told them all in a toneless voice.

“You can call me Spider.” the guy with the fedora nodded.

“Axl!” Axl piped up, even throwing his arm in the air.

“Cinnamon!” the girl with seraph hair chimed in, inspired by Axl’s gusto.

A girl with turquoise hair that looped much like a squirrel’s tail gave a small snort before saying, “The name’s Marino.”

“You can call me Massimo,” another guy told them. His body spoke well to his name, being quite bulky and massive in comparison to X’s own stature.

“My mother said I was Vile,” a boy with a purple motorcycle helmet on said, “So I guess that’s what you can call me.”

“Oh, be nice to yourself!” a girl with a high voice told him. Her hair was pulled back into two high pigtails, pink accents were printed onto the tips and center of each pigtail. “I’m Pallette. It’s very nice to meet all of you, for whatever reason we’re meeting.”

“My name is Iris,” a girl with long brown hair and sparkling green eyes shyly introduced.

“I’m Layer,” an equally shy girl also piped up. The bangs of her purple hair hid a good portion of her eyes- it was a wonder if she was able to see at all.

“And I guess you can call me Dynamo.” a guy with well groomed silver-blue hair greeted with a wink.

Alia gave a nod. Her eyes scanned the room as she took stock of them all.

“Is that everyone?” she asked.

“Feels like it.” Massimo agreed.

“Wait!” Axl proclaimed. He took X’s wrist rather quickly before thrusting it into the air,” There’s still a guy over here!”

“And a stalker.” Zero added, pointing to the corner opposite of him.

Sure enough, there was one last female there. She looked down at the ground, as if embarrassed, before stepping forward into everyone’s sight. X felt his chest tighten. This girl immediately felt different from the others. As for how, he really couldn’t place. The best he could think was that he had seen her somewhere before, but he was sure no one in this room knew each other before now.

“My name is Aero.” the girl said to them. Her voice was clear, for the most part. It could have had the ability to quell the whole room had it sounded off earlier.

Still mystified by who this girl was, X had to remind himself to say his name to the others. It came out as a less sure sounding, “X.” but it did the job.

“Just X?” Axl wondered- his voice peppered with a bit of confusion.

“Just X.” came the affirmation. After a few moments of hesitation, “I think.” was also added.

“That’s encouraging.” Aero smirked.

Is it bad that I want to work on my potential MMX Danganronpa AU because I want to get to the scene where Zero punches Aero because she's standing over Iris's fresh corpse? ^^;

[fruitoftheweek]

Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 1: Who is She?

Chapter 2 Here/ Chapter 3 Here

I guess this is a Switch!Spencer (mainly Sub! Spencer)X reader fan fiction this is my first fan fiction I’ve written since middle school so bare with me and feel free to message me constructive criticism. This will probs be multiple chapters but I just couldn’t get this idea off of my mind so here we go! And yes this season 1/2 Spencer because he is just the cutest!

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Plot: Doctor Spencer Reid has heard of little black books, but that pales in comparison to what he has just found in the BAU’s elevator. A sweetly scented notebook filled with salacious journal entries illustrating the writer's sexual fantasies. He doesn’t know what it is about this book but all he can think of is finding its owner.

TLDR: Spencer finds your kinky notebook and uses super sleuth skills to find you.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: Cumming in pants, Hinting at sex, exhibitionism, no panties, Language, General 18+, Hinting at future kinks

Word Count: 2,439 (gah damn)

𝒯𝒪 𝒲𝐻𝒪𝑀 𝐼𝒯 𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒞𝐸𝑅𝒩𝒮:

𝒟𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓀𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈. 𝐼𝒻 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹, 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹.

As Spencer read these sentences, he paused. Not for the warning of so-called curses, there was no scientific evidence for such things and Spencer knew magic was just science with a trick of the eye, but for the vehement warning making him feel intruding on whoever had left their journal in the elevator.

It had caught his eye as he stepped into the elevator on his way out of the office. As someone who had lost plenty of books in his days roaming the halls of the BAU, he knew how frustrating it was to not know what happened at the end. As he picked it up, he noticed the cover. It was old, bound in aged cherry red leather, yet too small to be more than a pocketbook. He had found your message while searching for a name to return the book to, and simply reading the first page already felt prying.

Alas, one sentence enticed him “If it comes into the right hands, You can find me.” Where his hands the right ones to come into? The probability of that could be found easily by calculating how many people got on and off of this specific elevator that day, no, in the past hour, with the hustle and bustle of people leaving for the day. Spencer could and he would calculate it he wasn’t so distracted by the message and his voracity to solve this mystery.

Tentatively, he flipped the page, finding a handwritten table of contents. This book had obviously been very important to the reader if they had taken the time to write in page numbers, detailed headings, and chapters. The table was nearly full of chapter titles in scrawled cursive lettering. His eyes stopped on the first chapter title. “Male Needs” with shakey lettering. He could tell by your handwriting that you grew more confident in your journaling as the chapters progressed, the hesitations in your strokes growing few and far between.

As he flipped the page once more he had reached the next floor and a large group of people bustled into the elevator. Spencer shied away from them, not just because he had an aversion to contact with strangers and their germs, but because of the sentences, he had read underneath that first chapter “I do not need a man, a man needs me. Yet, when I am with a man, I have needs. Needs that most men can’t fulfill. I need a man that eats pussy like it’s the only way to quench his thirst-“ and with that Spencer slammed the book shut, earning some confused looks from the others on the elevator. He should have heeded the warning because now all he could think about was the fact that this was your nervous entry and as your confidence grew, it was bound to escalate from there. He wasn’t sure if it was his flustered mind or the heat growing deep from inside him that made him feel dirty; not because it scandalized him, but because these were someone’s fantasies and he had intruded in their secrets and soiled them with his mind.

Ding! He had reached the ground floor and that was when he decided to leave it alone. He couldn’t bring it to the lost and found as it would be more likely to end up in the wrong hands there and your secrets would be for someone else to find, not that he even knew who you were.

On his drive home, he tried to think of anything else besides the book. His lunch, Garcia’s new item she added to her collection, how to get back at Derek for putting salt in the sugar container, but his mind kept wandering. It didn’t help that the notebook sat tauntingly on top of his satchel as if saying “Open me, you know you want to. You want to know who I am. You can find me.” There was no way that it had been there for that long as the janitor was on duty today and he had been on the elevator two hours ago on his way to clean the top floor. Since Spencer had left a little later than most people that meant there were multiple elevators full of people who would have noticed. He knew it wasn’t so but part of him felt as if you had left it there specifically for him to find. Like it was made for him. He quickly shook off the thought and went back to who it could be. He wanted to return it without reading any more. You clearly would miss it but he couldn’t imagine you wanted others to know about what lay in those folded corners of your book and your mind.

As he walked up the steps of his complex, he clutched onto the notebook with all of his strength, he feared that he would look down and it would have disappeared, he wanted to keep your deepest secrets safe as if they were his own. He was only able to relinquish his grip when he shut and locked the door to his apartment. He set it on the table as he got prepared for the night. By now he had limited his pool to 54 women who were regularly in and out of the elevator at that time of day which was a cut down in comparison to the 860 roughly women in that building on any given day. But that number still wasn’t small enough. He had to minimize the sample size even further. That was the only reason he reopened to the table of contents, right? Not because of his own morbid curiosity and definitely not because of the heat burning in his stomach.

He looked down at the page numbers, still too nervous to look at the titles, and saw that each entry was a page long consisting of 23 entries and one with a title but no page numbers. Not chapters as he previously thought but entries giving lascivious details into what he had not yet mustered up the courage to read. He was still unable to look at the titles in fear of what he might find. If graphic depictions of female oral sex were displayed under “Male Needs”, what possibly could lie ahead.

For now, he studied the handwriting. Cursive, not often used by many younger women, was often associated with antiquities and traditional values but he noticed something off. There was a very specific curl to certain numbers. Every even number had a specific extra curl or flourish to it and the zeros had a line through it like a “do not enter” sign. This went directly against the hypothesis that you were an older woman that the cursive provided; as many older women who wrote in cursive stuck to the rules even when it came to numbers. She wasn’t old enough to even be Hotch’s age but she appreciated the charm of the past. 'Who is this girl?' Spencer wondered. He was able to narrow it down to about half of his previous lot, excluding the women on his team. He had seen them write enough to know their handwriting inside and out. And while Garcia’s had similar flourishes to yours, she never crossed her zeros.

Spencer knew that he would have to read at least the chapter titles to grasp a better understanding of your handwriting and who you could possibly and as his eyes scanned the page, for the first time in a while he was actually reading slowly; putting all of his focus into each word and what order they were in. Unfortunately, his focus was his downfall. His face became so hot that he felt as if you could see steam coming off of it.

Table of contents:

Male Needs

Praise

Degradation

Mommy

Daddy

Work

Exhibition

Choking

Collars

Breeding

And that was all he could take. Ha couldn’t look at the thirteen and a half more entries, even this much knocked the wind out of him. He didn’t have much experience with women and certainly not enough to understand what all of those words necessarily entailed but he knew that whatever it was keeping his internal fire roaring with heat.

While he hated snooping, he knew he would need more information. He chose the chapter that sounded the most mundane out of all of them, "Work." ‘What was more normal than work.’ he thought, but he was so sorely mistaken.

"Work:

"Before I move on to exhibitionism, I have to talk about work. Yes, I would love to have sex at work where I and my partner are one step away from getting caught, I haven’t done that yet. I want to tell you what I have done. Almost every day I go to work wondering if the others can tell that I’m not wearing underwear.”

His heat spread from his face down until it pooled in his loins and his cock became hard imagining this mystery girl walking the halls of the BAU with a breeze in her skirt, nearly exposing the secret that lied beneath. Had he sat next to you when you were partaking in this activity? What would he have done if your skirt bunched up your thigh as you sat, exposing the tan lines where your underwear should be. Would he be able to see you in your tight work pants with no pantie lines and be the only one who truly knows your secret?

“I kinda want to be caught someday by Him. I wonder what he would do. Would he tell me off for being unprofessional? Would he take me to that storage closet 3 doors past Garcia’s office, just far enough away that he could teach me a lesson for being naughty at work?”

He felt so dirty, inserting himself into the fantasies of a girl which he did not even know that he almost glanced across the use of Him, capital H.i.m. He wanted to indulge in his imagination that in some way or another that the “Him” in question was in fact the man reading this with trembling hands and an impossibly hard cock. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining situations in the storage closet that he regularly used as a reading nook when he needed time away from the others.

He rested his head on the pages of the book, hoping somehow that his dirty thoughts would be transplanted from his head and back into the pages so that he could stop thinking about you. His efforts were thwarted as this action meant that he could spoil himself in your scent that enveloped the book. As if you had wrapped it in the deepest most vulnerable part of you to hide it away from others. You smelled of bergamot, patchouli, and musk but deeper than that, you smelled like sweet, tart berries and honeysuckle in summer. There was something else that he couldn’t put his finger on at first but it was intoxicating all of his senses. It was saccharine, heat, and sex all combined in one. When it clicked, it no longer felt as if his head was pressed against a book but as if his he sat kneeling on the ground with his cheek resting in your inner thigh, your hot sex waiting for his indulgence, “like it's the only way to quench his thirst” echoed in his brain. The scent was your natural pheromones beckoning him closer with the promise of a treat.

And that was it. That was what sent him over the edge. The purest embodiment of your scent had him cumming, hot in his pants.

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You sat down at the edge of your bed after a long day at work; shucking off your work clothes to get as comfy as you could in your PJs as a way to unwind from the day. You went to grab your lip balm from your bag and noticed that the front pocket of your bag had been left open. You instantly panicked, searching everywhere for your little red book. The one that kept the key to your deepest secrets and darkest fantasies. You tore your bag apart, knowing that you had it at the end of your workday because you took it out of your desk drawer and tucked it back into its home in your bag. You cursed your carelessness for not double-checking that you zipped your bag before leaving. With your forgetfulness, you knew it would happen one day but you didn't realize it would be this soon.

There was an odd mix in your heart and your stomach. Part of you felt your heart drop through your ass thinking that it had ended up in the wrong hands, part of you had butterflies thinking about someone knowing the deepest parts of you, intimately in your own words. You had the assurance that your name was nowhere to be seen in the book but you also knew that you worked with people who analyzed people's dark desires for a living. While none of your fantasies involved murder, they were like precious gems that you kept locked away in your heart. You couldn't dare imagine what would happen if it came into His hands. While you were the youngest at the BAU, only by a few months and you weren't even part of the group because you were still tentative, you couldn't put your dirty thoughts into the innocent head of the pretty boy genius. It was almost more worrisome than if SSA Hotchner or Gideon found it and you were fired. The idea of tainting someone so pure...

You had to literally shake your head to clear your thoughts. Imagining His face tinged red in innocence reading through your lewd writing had your head in a tizzy. Imagining Doctor Spencer Reid sifting through the pages with lightning-fast fingers, stroking down the pages of smut as you had imagined him stroking down your thighs so many times before. You decided to bury your head in your pillow, hoping that would calm your mind enough to slip into slumber.

Unfortunately for you both, your efforts would be fruitless and you would both go to sleep unknowingly thinking of each other.

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Chapter 2 Here/ Chapter 3 here

And that's Chapter one. Hope y'all like it. LMK in my messages and all that <3 have a great week!

[sanzu-sanzu-sanzu]

songs about toxic people 7*

Sanzu Haruchiyo X Reader

Summary: In which you are Bonten’s No. 2 and Sanzu is No. 3. Almost ten years of being stuck working together means you’re both bound to pick up on each other’s idiosyncrasies, yeah?

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*IMPORTANT NOTE: this is more like an interlude/bonus chapter actually centering more on misc bonten x reader Gen! interactions. it still ties in with the whole story, it’s just there’s less to zero sanzu in this one cus the focus will be more on the other bonten haha, so if you’re here exclusively for sanzu x reader, you may skip this if you like! 😬  

it’s just i got these headcanons that idk what to do with and also they are somewhat short 😭

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chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6

chapter 7: We may not be a perfect family but we love each other (until we don’t) - koko

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Koko thinks of cats when he thinks of you; partly from the circumstances of your first meeting, partly ‘cause of the way you sort of simply glide in and out of rooms quietly with the stealth and fluidity of one.

(Although Sanzu had insisted he thought more of ghosts and wraiths, a comment which Koko only made light of even though he wasn’t wrong.)

She even kinda fights like a feline, he’d told Inupi one time all those years ago, as he thought of the way your lithe and minimal movements were always able to take bigger guys down along with the quiet ferocity to match.

Maybe she learns from all the cats back in the shrine, Inupi responded—a joke, essentially, in his own terms. Koko suppressed a smile: cat and dog, you and her, maybe that’s why you two get along so well went his own, sad attempt at humor, because you and your second-in-command were obviously very close and very unlike cats and dogs. The joke, however, sadly did not seem to land, and Inupi’s forehead only creased, his expression dumbfounded.

That’s not how it works.

Koko never forgets the day you were first introduced by Mikey. It’s at the back of Toman’s abandoned shrine, at the edge of the thick forest surrounding the area, that their new leader had said they’ll be meeting Black Dragon’s temporary captain. He never specified what anyone would be doing in the forest at this hour in the afternoon, and neither him nor Inupi had asked, but then there you were: in your bare feet and in your school uniform, attempting to move a big pot of plant from one spot of land to another, your expression almost annoyed. (At the pot, most likely, which did not seem to budge.)

Mikey called your attention still a few meters afar:

“Hey. Whatcha up to—”

in a tone that very clearly did not seem to intend to place whatever you were up to above this particular Toman business at the moment, so really, it would not have made any difference whether you answered or not. Which you didn’t, only glancing at your president once—not with the angry expression, at least—before continuing with your ordeal.

The pot nudged just a tiny bit.

Only when Mikey finally stopped right in front of you and you noticed Koko’s and Inupi’s figures behind him did you finally stand straight, looking at Mikey quizzically. “What’s up?” Quick nods to Inupi and him. “Hello.”

Mikey briefly introduced all of you and proceeded to explain that you were to be formally placed as the Black Dragon’s new captain today, to which your eyes slightly widened.

“Oh, I thought you said tomorrow.”

Mikey hesitated at first but then shrugged. “Hm, they came here already today so I thought might as well. Come on, it’ll be quick.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and then to his two quiet companions but then so agreed anyway, and as Mikey ushered you in front nobody else aside from Koko seemed to notice your lack of shoes. You’d only taken a few steps ahead when you tugged at the sleeve of Mikey’s coat, making him pause.

“I don’t have my Toman jacket,” which was obvious but was not what Koko was expecting for you to say, if he were to be honest.

Mikey looked at you blankly. “Well, where is it?”

“Well, something happened to it,” was your only vague response, but then you turned your head to where you just came from making all three boys follow suit. On a wooden bench slightly obscured by the plants were a family of cats consisting of a mother and her kittens, all sleeping peacefully in a cozy pile on top of your balled up Toman jacket.

“Oh. Okay.” Mikey only nodded like he completely understood. Without thinking about it twice, Sano Manjiro, Tokyo Manji gang’s No. 1—feared around the streets of Tokyo, bowed to no one and stepped over everyone—took off his billowing Toman coat and draped it over your shoulders. “Here, you can borrow mine,” he simply said. “I mean, you gotta look the part.”

Your mouth stretched into a grin.

Beside him, Inupi gave Koko a quick, wordless glance accompanied by that tiny, upward curve on the corner of his mouth that anyone else could’ve missed. Inupi rarely smiled at anything anymore those days—perhaps one of the reasons why this singular, initial meeting had stuck in his mind all these years. It’s one of those memories Koko always thought he could probably live without, occupying a quiet little corner in his mind which, frankly, a much more practical or life-changing memory could have occupied, if it were up to him. But then there you were with your cats and your air of schoolgirl abandon making Inupi smile, an information that he simply didn’t know what to do about.

“Alright, boss. But please, no speeches.”

This made Mikey laugh. “Can’t promise you that, I’m sorry.” It’s only after a few more steps that Mikey did finally notice your bare feet.

“Where the hell are your shoes?”

“Oh, they got wet,” you quietly said. “I was playing with the cats…” and three pairs of eyes stared at you like it wasn’t enough of an answer. “With a hose. Manjiro, I was watering the plants.”

And so you stood atop the shrine steps while addressing the men from Black Dragons, your feet bare and covered in scratches and the Toman president’s much bigger coat over your shoulders. Nobody questioned the absence of shoes—at least not out loud—not with your leader Manjiro right by your side, in his flip flops holding a half-eaten taiyaki in one hand.

The memory comes unannounced in snips and pieces some years later as another Bonten meeting ends. There’s various movements around the table by now, but then Koko catches your undivided staring as you sat across from him, your chin propped up against one hand. He ignores you for a short while as he fixes his things, until he finally decides to look up.

“Anything wrong?”

You suddenly purse your lips in a small smile amidst the gloomy and rigid air of mid-morning Monday meetings and for a moment, it’s as if Koko is thinking of another memory.

“I just realized you kinda look like my Mr. Kaku,” is all you say. The little remark makes not-your Kakucho look up from the document he’s reading without really turning his head, while Rindou who is seated beside you squints—in curiosity or amusement, Koko can’t tell. From his own right side, Takeomi is slowly angling his head as if meaning to take a better look at Koko behind his curtain of silver hair.

Mr. Kaku, of course, is your pet cat, the one with the smooth silver fur that you’d rescued from an abandoned site during an out-of-town business trip some months ago. You and your unimaginative pet naming sense landed on “Mr. Kaku,” in honor of your then-partner Kakucho who had volunteered to keep the cat inside his bag thru the doors of the hotel that didn’t allow pets. But he looks nothing like Kaku, Manjiro had quipped, earning a few grunts of approval from your ever-biased circle, but you couldn’t have been bothered so you stuck with the name.

Koko is quick to decipher that in your-speak, cat comparisons are more or less compliments and never a form of insult—not that in your mid-20s, you all haven’t already gotten above petty verbal affronts, after all. So he humors you, eyes now back to his things but with his attention still on the matter at hand. “What, is it the hair?”

“Yeah, it’s the hair,” Rindou says before you can answer, his head lolling lazily on one shoulder. “Can’t believe no one had noticed before.”

“And the eyes,” you simply nod. “They both got these nice, sharp eyes.”

Would you have named him Mr. Koko if you thought he resembled Kokonoi before? is the one lingering question that none of the men around you bother to ask.

It’s only a couple of weeks later, after another Bonten meeting, when Koko hands you a souvenir from his weekend business trip: a red cat collar with a customized pendant, a tiny enamel engraving of your Bonten tattoo. The pendant is black on one side and gold on the other, and the small gasp you let out makes every head in the room turn—the almost unfamiliar, genuine sound of delight thawing the usual morning’s stern atmosphere.

“There’s a shop right across the hotel where they make rush engravings like that.” Koko is saying casually like it’s no big deal, but he sees the expression on your face and he can’t help but grin. “Thought Mr. Kaku might like it.”

Your eyes perk up at the mention of ‘Mr. Kaku’ like Koko is the first person to ever acknowledge that Mr. Kaku doesn’t need to be named anything else apart from ‘Mr. Kaku.’ “Oh, it’s perfect, Koko. I’ll send you pictures once I make him wear it,” you say, your attention instantly back to your hands, choosing to ignore his ‘I think just one picture might be enough.’

From the other end of the room, Sanzu is making his way towards the door. “Congratulations,” he smirks as he passes by behind you, quirking one eyebrow up at Koko. “Now she won’t be shutting up about it all weekend,” because Sanzu will be spending the next three days with you over in another city to conduct business with another drug scion, of course.

Across the table, Kakucho only sighs before shaking his head. “I still wish you could’ve picked a better name for your cat,” he says—a valid complaint, Koko thinks bemusedly, now that your own Mr. Kaku looks more like a feline version of himself.

chapter 8 >

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this one goes out to my closest friends the ones who make me feel less alien

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[oneprompt]

Hey babe ❤

Since i love your headcanons and how you write i'm back hehe

Please do this ONLY if you want to and you have the time to do it.

Could you write some headcanon for zoro, ace and law with a very chaotic s/o with some angry issues and a little too much love for knife and fire? Like ya know just a chaotic one, in a very chaotic way.

Thank you so much if you do it, and please take care ❤

authors note : hey , bunny <3 so sorry for doing this late .. i have quite the requests piling ;; but tonight , i shall conquer them! please enjoy these to the fullest , i hope they serve well ❤️

Zoro x Chaotic! Reader Headcanons

• You two being paired together is absolute insanity, especially if you two have to duo against an opponent. Any plan that was assigned to you two is thrown out the window. Who needs brains when you got brawn? Especially doubled?

• Zoro has no intentions of stopping you, at least during fights. If you’re acting up on the ship and acting recklessly with Luffy, he’ll be quick to stop you. No way in hell is he letting you get hurt over nothing but your own excitement!

• You two definitely bicker and scream at each other a lot. Not a single brian cell in sight. And it’s always over the most pointless things, too. Two morons in love, to say it bluntly. Why do the Straw Hats consistently make you two partner up? Sure, you two are dating but with all the chaos that ensues.. It’s odd for them to trust you both.

• You often make fun of opponents which gets you two dragged through the dirt. You won’t hesitate to shout at them, piling all sorts of insults on them. Even Zoro knows not to say such vulgar things to his enemies, so, he’ll have to quickly drag you away and run with you while the butt hurt government agent or pirate chases you both.

• Zoro has to act as your personal nurse, even on the thousand sunny. He’s awful with these type of things but he’ll still try and patch you up when you two are away from Chopper. Often results in playful arguing, you whining over how tight Zoro ties your bandages, making the man turn red, steam nearly puffing through his ears. Why couldn’t you just be grateful!?

• Even if you two constantly fight due your rivaled energy, Zoro always makes sure you’re safe. If anyone so looks at you the wrong way, he’ll cut them. .... Sometimes it’s a completely innocent person and him getting defensive leads to you two yelling. What a mess...

Ace x Chaotic! Reader Headcanons

• He’s not as up to pace with it in comparison to Zoro. Ace is chaotic but in a snarky way, he’ll tease others but he’s not an aggressive type of chaotic. Verbally? Man can destroy anyone. If you’re more verbal with it then physical, Ace is happy to tag along!

• If you’re more physical, Ace can stay up to par, somewhat. At least with marines, not random civilians. Don’t get me wrong, the boy is respectful but the government sucks... So, bullying is warranted.

• Wether Ace wants to or not, he’s usually looped into your kerfuffles, due to you having rapid ideas of being an arsonist. And what better then using your boyfriend as a jerry can?

• Ace doesn’t mind your antics. He’s quite the wild one himself, same could be said for his brothers. Ace has always been a trouble maker and really has no regards for it, he’s a ‘ only live once ‘ type of guy, he’ll do whatever he’s invited to partake in.

• Although, Ace will stop you from being rude or hurting random people. Innocents don’t deserve such treatment, really. Even the son of the pirate king knows such common courtesy.

• Ace will be quick to save you from any marines or other government officials that catch you vandalizing property, flags, etc. He’ll sweep you off your feet and run off, making sure to shout something cheeky at them, leaving the marines red faced in embarrassment and frustration.

Law x Chaotic! Reader Headcanons

• Law feels more like your babysitter then your boyfriend. He constantly has to keep you out of trouble. Law hates people more then the next guy but what’s the point in bringing unneeded attention to yourself and the people around you? There’s no point, exactly.

• Often has to keep any potential weapons and things that may spark foolish ideas away from you. Law already has quite the name within the world and doesn’t need it dug deeper.

• Expect a lot of scolding and lectures from Law! He’ll sit you down and give you a good talking to. But much to his disappointment, his words just go from one ear and out the other. Why did you have zero listening skills and overall brains?

• But if Law must, he’ll be there to save you in a heart beat. Naturally, he would say you deserve to face the consequences of your actions like everyone else but not by the government! He meant more so by your friends... So, he’ll come and save you, just like a knight in shining armour.

• Won’t hesitate to ‘ teach you a lesson ‘, if you catch my drift. Law has a paper thin patience and won’t allow anyone to defy it. He’ll certainly get annoyed easily with your loud and vulgar attitude. Expect an extra long ‘ lesson ‘ if you’ve been angering him all day.

• Law sincerely loves you, even if he’s mainly face palming when he’s around you. He adores you and how you act, wether he admits it or not. Law thinks it’s cute how cheeky you are.