#(Vida is not the one shipped with him here)

[blackdragon-selfships]

Hola Dama de la Vida

Thank you for answering and I wouldn't want special treatment. But following that answer. Do you have any special technique or a certain little quirk that helps calm Señor muerte?

What an odd thing to ask…

No, I just leave him to get over it…even if it may take a while.

He always burns out in the end…

[wyvernest]

tú eres mi vida

( part 1) (next part)

pairing: miguel o'hara x wife!reader

warnings: a lot of fluff, suggestiveness, foreplay?

summary: with the opportunity of a surprise, miguel makes the most of your honeymoon

He walked away from the hammock with you, hanging over his shoulder, ass in the air, making sure to keep a large hand over it, both to conceal you from wandering eyes and to grope at the plump flesh every now and then.

All you're seeing is the beaten path through the shore's sand and the junction between the beach and the hotel's green gardens. He skips the alley leading to your room, your eyes widening in amusement. You know he's good with directions, as long as you're talking about the spider-verse. Otherwise, in the blissful comfort of your honeymoon, you may have caught him further away from the stoic, attentive leader he's gotten used to being.

"Miguel, baby, you missed it. It's that way." you giggle lightly, tapping his lower back, careful enough not to make him feel bad. The last thing you want to do is blow off his mood.

"I know." His tone is confident, teasing. Your chuckles are silenced abruptly at the reply, utter perplexity taking over you. All the places and facilities around the resort flash through your head one by one, none fitting for what you were intending to do. And you haven't discussed love-making in seawater yet, either.

"Where are we going then?" you inquire, after throughout accession of all possibilities.

"Paciencia, cariño. It's a surprise." He reveals, full of pride and excitement, voice lowered and playful. You shiver, gripping into his waist to support your upper body and look around, scanning for said surprise.

He gets to the entrance of the private beach, still not stopping. With a sudden jump, he hops on the pier, your weight secure over his shoulder. You can't deny the wetness gathering in your panties at the thought of how effortlessly he carries you around, showing everyone that you're his, and most importantly, that he's about to make the most of it.

You watch the waves crashing softly against the darkened wood of the pier, clear and cold. You feel the breeze blow up over your bare thighs, shivering. He runs a hand over the exposed skin, up underneath the fabric of your flimsy skirt, stopping shy of the small mound of your cunt. You squirm slightly, needing his touch up higher, but he retracts his wandering hand and tightens his grip over you.

Finally, he reaches the water bungalows. Small huts connected by piers in a web-like distribution. Your eyes fixate on the king-size bed sheltered by wooden walls on all sides, except for the one facing the sea. Open and free, white curtains flowed by the bed frames, carried on the wind's wings like sails on a ship.

His knees hit the bed before he lays you down on the soft, clean, white mattress, his back facing the open view. You shift under his shadow, scurrying back towards the bed frame, watching him crawl over to you, slow and methodical.

He grabs your ankles faster than the time it would’ve taken you to escape and rile him up further, pulling you under him so that he’s straddling your hips, holding you in place. You lift yourself on your elbows, attempting to move your legs out of the cage, gazing up at him.

“What d’you think?” He asks, toying with the elastic of your skirt.

“I’ve never been happier.”

You drop your head back down on the bed, having stopped fighting the impossible hold he’s forced you in, between his muscular thighs. He smiles sweetly, satisfied with himself.

“It’s been almost impossible to find one of these available. But now that I have you here,”, he bends down, an inch away from your face. His hot breath fans your mouth, and you take it all in, the scent of him, the fresh bedding, the sea breeze. Your eyelids fall heavy, and he closes the gap between you, kissing you slowly, unhurriedly, like you have all eternity to spend together in paradise, and you’re just getting started. And maybe that’s exactly what it is.

You taste his lips, strawberry sweet and ever loving, feeling your eyes roll back at the sensation. He cups your face with one hand, holding you from fainting, and you let him lead. You feel his body move against yours, yearning to be closer and closer. His happy trail rubs onto your stomach, skin to skin. Every ridge of his defined abdomen pushes down onto you, chest rising and falling with each breath.

Struggling to keep up with the kiss, you sense his hands drift lower, to your waist, and you flinch ever so slightly, muscle memory kicking in. You mentally pray that he won’t–

And he does. He resumes his earlier attack, tickling you and abusing all the sensitive and funny spots he knows so well.

You scream through the uncontrollable laughter, fragments of his name that he otherwise hears in a different context, but which he adores nonetheless. His grip loosens momentarily, and you slip away like a cobra in desert sand. Before you can manage to get up and make a run for it, he grabs onto your skirt, his talons ripping through the material, leaving you in your shirt and panties. You protest, but he’s quick to drag you back on the bed. He laughs wholeheartedly, pinning you to the white sheets. You’re more than certain that the racket can be heard from miles away, but you couldn’t care less.

In an attempt to shield yourself, you bring your arms to your sides, tears already rolling down your eyes as you’re running out of breath and energy. He stops, and squeezes his thighs around your waist. You’re not leaving.

As he gathers the white sheets, pulling them over you both, you try to ignore the weight of his half-hard cock that’s now resting on your midriff. Or not.

You run your hands up his burly thighs, over his hip bone and up his abdomen, feeling the muscles ripple with his movements. He gives you a knowing look, bringing the sheet over his head, trapping you in a semi-transparent cocoon.

“Who’s gonna see us? The fish?”, you manage to say, feeling the remnants of an explosive giggle kick back in right after you’ve calmed down.

“I’m not taking any chances. There are speedboats.” he mumbles, as he adjusts above you.

“They’re not allowed so close to the-” he cuts off the rest of the sentence, slamming his lips onto your once again, and just like earlier, he has you melting in his arms in no time. It’s almost embarrassing how he manages to surf you through emotions so quickly and effortlessly, but you blame it on the beauty of being utterly and irrevocably in love. His lips move against yours with expert ease and precision, stopping every now and then to breathe, barely breaking away, as your exhales mix together in desperation and fascination.

You wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist, basking in the heat of his body radiating down on you. A groan reverberates in his chest at the action, resulting in him moaning in your mouth.

You continue to make out in the cool shade of the bungalow, sheltered from the blazing July sun, and every second you feel like it’s the first time again, butterflies in your stomach, heart about to burst.

When he finally parts from you, chest heaving, eyes half lidded, you feel as if you’ve been cut from a lifeline. He moves to your flushed cheeks, the kisses are open-mouthed and slow.

“Te amo. Tu eres mi alma”, he kisses below your temple, “mi corazón-”, he moves to your jaw and right below it, “-mi vida.”

He licks at your neck, kissing the sensitive skin with insistence, pressing himself closer to you.

“Y siempre lo serás.”

link to part one!

translations:

paciencia - patience

tú eres mi alma - you are my soul

y siempre lo serás - and always will be

a/n: ill do a part 3 i actually love this whole honeymoon idea:) i hope its at the very least a bit original with the bungalow and all that

ALSO if you're a native latin spanish speaker please correct me im here to learn and write him as well as i can<3

+thank you everyone for the AMAZING feedback ive received for the first part!! i really hope you like this one and the next just as much

taglist:

@cooch1ecruncher @nvkdjnvjkd @tsukkie-daisuke @noahspector

(it won't let me tag everyone, sorry if i missed you)

[seresinhangmanjake]

The One I Want: Part 14 Snippet

jake seresin x plus size!reader

“Will you tell me about it?” you ask.

“What do you want to know?”

Everything, you don’t say. Every detail, every move, every risk, every likelihood, every expectation you’re allowed to have. You want to know where he will be and when; when he will go and return. You think the more you know, the less you will worry. But Jake can’t give you that much. So you don’t ask for it.

Instead, you say, “Are you scared?” because maybe if he’s not scared, then you shouldn’t be, either.

“You know me, beautiful. I'm the best,” he tells you, but you can hear the uncertainty that weakens his voice. He doesn’t answer your question like you want him to. “But it's…different. We've been training hard for months. They've done everything they can to prepare us.”

“Is it enough?”

“It’s as much as they could do.”

The tears are coming. You sniffle. As much as they could do is not enough for you. “You’re not good at being reassuring.”

“In this case, I don’t know how. I’ve never had to explain this to someone I care about the way I care about you," he says. "Normally, I think about myself and my team. Now I think about you. Even though I have to leave you here when I go, you’re still coming with me. You’re going to be on that ship, in my bunk, in my jet." His hand rests on your cheek. “You'll be all around me at all times, beautiful. And that, I'm unprepared for.”

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The One I Want Masterlist

note: i know it's super short (the chapter is not), but it's been two weeks since I posted part 13, so i thought i'd give a little something.

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[your-favorite-god]

Vita nostra aeterna pt 1

Wednesday's child is full of woe, ep 1

I’m not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago… but I admire the sadism. 

A monochromatic girl walked the halls of a seemingly normal high school, walking swiftly when she turned and pulled open a locker. Out falls her younger brother, Pugsley.

 “ I want names.”

‘I don't know who they were, honest! It happened so fast…”, the boy panics. He didn't want to witness the outcome of whatever his sister did. 

“Pugsley, emotion equals weakness. Pull yourself together.” As her brother continued to squirm and whimper Wednesday tried to start a sentence but was rudely interrupted. Images of what had happened before, her head thrown back as she saw the horrid jocks jeering at her little brother while they tormented him. “Wednesday?”

I’m not about to confess to my brother that I’ve recently been plagued by visions. They come on without warning and feel like electroshock therapy, but without the satisfying afterburn. 

“Leave this to me”,  Wednesday says as she promptly walks away. “Wednesday? What are you gonna do?” Pugsley questions, now free from his restraints. 

“What I do best.”

Endears POV:

“Wednesday, you know I always love your company. But is now the time? I was just about to tell Christina what happened at that gathering her precious Jonathan attended before class started”

She stares at me with a bag of piranhas in hand,” Cara, do you still have the peroxyacetic acid you made?” I look at her with a raised brow, “Of course I do, why?”. “Those fools hog-tied Pugsley and shoved him in his locker. I intend to teach them a lesson.” 

I can see how this might be confusing for you, allow me to briefly explain. Wednesday Addams is what most would call my best friend. 

Soulmate.

Shush ma morelle, anyways, we met a decade ago in the woods. She intruded upon my home and I found her very cute. So I decided to stay with her, my adorable little human. I came with her to her home and have continued to live with her family. I've even joined her in this boring little hovel named school. Or Should I say schools, we’ve been to many. Wednesday has this horrible habit of getting caught. 

It’s more satisfying to watch the looks on my victims' faces. 

As you can see, Wednesday has no appreciation for subtlety. But we’re just getting to the fun part, so let us get back to it. 

“Well then, allow me to raise you a better idea. Thallium in the principal's coffee. I’d prefer to avoid life on the run for now.” Wednesday pauses for a second, then looks at me with her version of loving eyes. “Brilliant mi vida, as always.” 

And off we went.

Non, Je ne regrette rien - Edith Piaf | Wednesday Soundtrack | Wednesday drops piranhas in the pool

We had stepped through the doors of the practice room as I heard the jocks mutter to themselves, 

“ Yo Dalton look, pigsleys sister and her weird ass friend. Hey, freaks! This is a closed practice!” 

Wednesday leveled them with her usual murderous stare as she spoke,” The only person that gets to torture my brother is me.” 

Nothing delighted me more than the fear on everyone's faces as she dropped the bag of piranhas into the pool, blood seeping into the normally crystal-blue chlorine-filled water. And that is how we landed ourselves here. In the Addams family car with Wednesday's parents, Morticia and Gomez. They were singing In Dreams as they doted on one another, Wednesday was brooding next to me. Unsatisfied with being shipped away to her parents' former school. “Darling, how long do you intend on giving us the cold shoulder?” Morticia spoke as Gomez continued to kiss her arm and neck. 

“Lurch, please remind my parents that I’m no longer speaking to them,” Wednesday replies, making me grin. I love it when she's like this, all petulant and ruffled, most of the time it means I’ll get to play around while she's busy thinking and sulking.  Her mother hums as her father tries to persuade his daughter,” I promise you, my little viper, you will love Nevermore. Won’t she, Tish?”  “Of course. It’s the perfect school for her. For them both really.” This irks Wednesday as she replies, “ Why? Because it was the perfect school for you? I have no interest in following in your footsteps. Becoming captain of the fencing team, Queen of the dark prom, president of the seance society.” Morticia looks at Wednesday with a serene face, always ever so calm and poised. “I merely meant that finally, you will be among peers who understand you. Maybe you’ll even make some friends.” Gomez looks at Wednesday with his signature grin,” Nevermore is like no other boarding school. It’s a magical place. It’s where I met your mother.” “and we fell in love.” They look at each other with this mutually infatuated gaze and sigh. Wednesday's eyes darken, if that's possible,” You guys are making me nauseous. And not in a good way.” They looked at her again” Darling, we aren’t the ones who got you expelled. That boy’s family was going to file attempted murder charges. How would that have looked on your record?” Wednesday looked off as her eyes widened slightly,” terrible. Everyone would know I failed to get the job done.” At that I couldn't keep it in, I chuckled as the little family smirked at me. Save for Wednesday of course who was still very occupied with her brooding. 

My my, this was going to be a fun new adventure. I can feel it. 

As we drove through the strong… iron… gates of this new school, morticia made mention od the weather. An admirable attempt at small talk through the thick silence, normally i would be the one to break it but wednesday specifically told me to give her parents the cold shoulder. If I’m being honest i dont entirely understand why but she looked so cutr and annoyed when she asked in her own way. How did she word it again? Oh yes, i was to be silent or else she would lock me in a tower and take all my jewelry. And my tongue. 

3rd POV

Finally the small family unit had made it to the principals office, greeted by Larissa weems.

“Wednesday is certainly a unique name, i'm guessing it was the day you were born?” she spoke with a grin, after everyone had taken their appropriate seat. Save of course for endeara, she preferred to stand. Tall in her red bottom pumps and silk blouse, she had taken her place behind wednesday, gazing at her new principle with a veiled look of boredom and small smile.

“I was born on friday the 13th.” wednesday quickly rectified, as morticia followed, “Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme, Wednesdays child is full of woe.” 

“You always had a unique perspective on the world morticia, did your mother tell you we used to be roomates?” Principle weems said  fondly, her welcoming facade staying strong through the addam’s penetrating gazes. 

“And you graduated with your sanity intact? Impressive.” wednesday spoke again. The topic quickly changed as the principle spoke of her and endearas “interesting educational journey.” 

“Eight schools in five years?” Weems questioned,” They havent built one strong enough to hold us. I’m sure this one wont be any different.” wednesday replied with her same bluntness.  Endeara simply smiled as her parents bristled and were about to reply,” Thats just wednesdays way of trying to say she is very excited for this new opportunity. As am i, and thank you for giving us such a gift.” their new principle seemed to fully take in endeara then, all elegance and playful smiles as she dressed in her small red bottomed pumps and silk black blouse. 

“Nevermore doesn’t usually accept students mid-term, but given their perfect grades and your family’s long history with the school, I’ve spoken with the board and we’ve made an exception.” Weems said simply as the addams parents joined hands in satisfaction, “what about their um,... therapy sessions? The court ordered them.” morticia eyed her daughter as she spoke, hesitant to ask. “The school school has a relationship with a therapist in jericho, she can meet twice a week.” they all looked to wednesday as gomez spoke,” did you hear that my little storm cloud? Youre in excellent hands.” 

“We’ll see if she survives the first session” wednesday quipped back, her gaze unwavering to the woman in front of her as mortica and endeara grinned at her as well. 

The principle resumed again, unbothered. Truly impressing endeara as she spoke again,” ive assigned wednesday to her mothers old dorm. Ophelia hall.” morticia gasps and chuckles excitedly as wednesday turns to her and says,” refresh my memory. Ophelia’s the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?” morticia nods happily as the principle leans forward with a plastered grin 

“Shall we go meet your new roommate?’

Endearas POV

We go to wednesdays new dorm and its… something. The family is stunned as morticia speaks,” its so… vivid.” The girl, the new roommate, looks at me and gasps excitedly “Howdy roomie!” and i have to bite my lips from cackling. I mean this is just beautiful, but our principle steals all the fun and introduces wednesday. “wednesday , this is enid sinclair.” Enid looks to from me to wednesday confused, maybe even disappointed, as she asks,” are you okay? You look a little pale.” and mortica smiles as she explains,”wednesday always looks half dead.” “its genetic” i whisper, smiling at the girl. Enid goes in for a hug from wednesday as we both step back, she looks disheartened as she mumbles,” not a hugger. Got it.” morticia pipes up again,”please excuse wednesday. She’s allergic to color.” enid looks shocked,” oh wow. What happens to you?”

“I break out in hives and then the flesh peels from my bones.” this is when our principle speaks again,” luckily weve special ordered your and endears new uniforms. Enid, please take them to the registrar’s office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give them a tour along the way.”

I whisper quietly to Wednesday, ”If they dare put me in cheap, scratchy, suffocating material…i will raze this school to the ground.” Wednesday almost smirks as the Addams look at me in pride and the other two look at me in horror. This tour better be good. 

[regaliasonata]

for the send me a show : the whole of Disney era of pr

1.)Ninja Storm

Fav Character: We know this already its Dustin, he really is loveable and whether people like or dislike the season they aren't allowed to hate him

Fav Female Character: Very much enjoyed Tori and her interactions with the team, I think she worked well as the first female blue alongside being a freaking water elemental like she's underrated as hell.

My OTP: Hunter/Dustin, I have this in the morning, lunch and dinner. Honestly need to stop making doomed scenarios for them, love it better when they are happy with each other.

My NOTP: Nothing really tbh that i can think, I guess I'm not too huge on Marah/Dustin unless they are only platonic, Tori/Cam is a no go unless it's like poly.

My Other Ships: we love Cam/Shane in this house and Tori/Blake(add Kapri in the mix sometimes). Not a ship per se but firm believer Lothor dated some of the men in the academy back in the past, I mean it was an all guys school before Miko.

My Least Favorite Character: None really.

My Favorite Episode: The Wild Wipeout

Who I Would Date Off The Show: Dustin, Shane, Hunter, could alternate. I'm more Dustin coded so I'd fit right in😭

2.)Dino Thunder

Fav Character: Trent and Ethan, both goated characters in my book

Fav Female Character: We love Kira and Cassidy.

My OTP: Conner/Trent or Conner/Trent/Ethan/Kira where Trent in both of those is being loved and held closely at all times

My NOTP: unless it's poly I'm not really a big fan of Kira/Conner unless they are platonic ngl. Tommy/Elsa is more of laughs instead of love for me.

My Other Ships: Conner/Ethan is a really good one and anything involving Cassidy/Devin/Trent is fun(thank you @augment-techs for this). Also rare but with how the episode ended with them making up I kinda have a Derrick/Ethan one where Ethan shows him more science.

My Least Favorite Character: Unsure if I have one tbh..

My Favorite Episode: Lost in Translation and Thunder Storm, also bummed it was the last time we saw the Ninja Storm team outside of Tori, 20 years since…

Who I Would Date Off The Show: Conner could be handled well but I'd have to keep him informed on things not to say out of pocket and Trent and I would get along well together with our artsy sides(unsure if Anton would approve of me but let's guilt trip him)

3.)SPD

Fav Character: Bridge is peak

Fav Female Character: I love me some Syd and a firm believer that she should've become a red ranger

My OTP: Sky/Jack is cute along with Jack/Bridge/Sky

My NOTP: None tbh, I think there are a good amount of options for everyone here.

My Other Ships: Sky/Nick would've been chaotic if Mystic Force got their crossover. The nepotism in this one is powerful, Cruger/Merrick/RJ/Zen-Aku cause howl☠️☠️☠️

My Least Favorite Character: not a character but Sky's attitude at the beginning, he became better as we went on but Mrs.Tate should've arrived and smacked him across the head

My Favorite Episode: TBD but abridged is pretty good imo

Who I Would Date Off The Show: Jack is hot but he'd spite me for being taller than him, Sky I could get around along with Bridge.

4.)Mystic Force

Fav Character: Chip is undefeated

Fav Female Character: We stan Vida in this house for obvious reason.

My OTP: Vida/Necrolai is awesome and will never not be iconic, Daggeron/Xander kinda got me thinking lately(both pairings rival each other).

My NOTP: Leelee with anyone on the team.

My Other Ships: Nick/Sky, We shall not break up Udonna/Leanbow unless they are widows☠️

My Least Favorite Character: Don't have any but whoever was picking on Xander for his accent as a child needs to be dealt with, if Chase was in this universe he'd comfort Xander

My Favorite Episode: Dark Wish is awesome and legend mode is epic as hell

Who I Would Date Off The Show: Xander and Daggeron would be at the top of my list, getting magic'd all over the place if a catch my drift☠️

5.)Operation Overdrive

Fav Character: Mack is adorable

Fav Female Character: Rose a genius, an icon and is the moment

My OTP: Mack/Tyzonn works well, Will with anyone on the team works as well

My NOTP: Nothing much but Rose seems more into girls, like ships with the guys are okay but she definitely kisses the ladies

My Other Ships: Hear me out, Andrew/Tarrick as doomed fathers...but who's the wife in this situation?

My Least Favorite Character: no least favorite character but I hate how some of the Fandom is rude to Samuel Benta but doesn't have the same energy for ASJ

My Favorite Episode: TBD

Who I Would Date Off The Show: Mack and Tyzonn could work for me.

6.)Jungle Fury(MY SHOWWW)

Fav Character: arguably it's RJ, funny mentor, skilled, purple, werewolf, hot as fuck

Fav Female Character: Lily and Camille are epic, also standing ovation to Anna Hutchinson's acting cause her voice range is wild.

My OTP: Casey/RJ...I've been on this app for threeish years we all know this, along with Casey/Jarrod. THAT TWINK HAD EVERYONE IN SHAMBLES.

My NOTP: Casey/Lily, unless you have a poly thing going on keep them separated cause she's like a bigger sister tbh.

My Other Ships: Theo/Lily, Jarrod/Camille, Fran/Dom along with RJ/Merrick cause I love those wolves together.

My Least Favorite Character: Dai Shi's a punk ass bitch for fumbling the greatness of Camille

My Favorite Episode: The Phantom Beast arcs as a whole since we got more of the awesome showcase of the rinshi beasts along with Jarrod and Camille's beautiful rinzin forms. Also the penultimate episode with Casey saving Jarrod and fighting Dai Shi like...so selfless yet fans say he was a crybaby and had no character development??? Sure okay.

Who I Would Date Off The Show: Casey, RJ and Jarrod.

7.)RPM

Fav Character: Ziggy

Fav Female Character: Dr K is innocent of all crimes and we protect her.

My OTP: Ziggy/Dillon is so adorable along with Scott in the mix, Flynn pretty much with anyone works as well in my eyes

My NOTP: I guess it's okay but I'm not a big fan of Dillon/Summer.

My Other Ships: rare but the idea is Flynn/Trent with the idea Gemma introduced them during the crossover.

My Least Favorite Character: Fuck Venjix for making not only their lives worse but any ranger teams in this universe.

My Favorite Episode: TBD

Who I Would Date Off The Show: At the same Scott and Flynn, separately Dillon cause I'd like to be the sunshine for him(but also cause he could protect me).

[m-musings]

Winging It: Buggy the Clown X Winged! Fem! Reader Pt. 2

A/n: ehhhh this part is definitely not as good as the first but i still like it and that's all that matters! also, i forgot to say this on part 1 but lmk if you want to be added to the one piece fic taglist or any other taglist!

(part 1 here! :] )

Word Count: 2k Summary: Being sick of the duo dodging their problems, the other pirates take the matter of Buggy and (Y/n)'s relationship into their own hands. Warnings: a bit of angst but mainly fluff.

It had been about 3 weeks since the incident on the island, and tensions between Buggy and (Y/n) were at an all time high.

What was once friendly camaraderie was now an awkward mess of a thing. Any contact they had before had been limited to only seeing each other when absolutely necessary. Avoiding each other in meetings with the crew or eating alone during mealtime had become a common practice for the two.

If Buggy needed something of (Y/n), he would make one of the others tell her in his place, just so he wouldn't have to face her. (Y/n) even began skipping show rehearsals to spare the both of them from anymore embarrassment or heartache.

No matter how hard she had tried, Buggy had pretty much stopped acknowledging her existence all together and vice versa.

It did hurt (Y/n) to not be around him as often, but she still didn't have the courage to face Buggy again, no matter how much she just wanted to run up and throw her arms around him in an affectionate embrace.

"Thinking about the clown again?" A voice called from across the table, pulling (Y/n) from her thoughts.

(Y/n) lifted her gaze to look back at Alvida, who was waiting for a response with one eyebrow lifted in question.

With a saddened nod, (Y/n) tentatively picked at the food on her plate.

"Am I that easy to read?..." Half-heartedly laughed (Y/n) as she pushed a piece of potato from one side of her platter to the other.

"Kinda, yeah. You've been like this ever since the day I had that meeting with you guys.."

"Well, that's pretty much when this whole thing started. It sucks, but I can't change what happened back there."

"Why don't you two just make up already, then? It's obvious that you both like each other. A little too much if you ask me..." Alvida grumbled as she took a sip of the drink in her hand.

"You dont get it, 'Vida. His face after he said was just... utter disappointment. Almost like he hated himself for having feelings for me. And then, he just- just walks away without another word! I never want to experience that feeling ever again!" (Y/n) groaned, burying her head in her arms now crossed on the table.

"But have you even thought about asking him why he walked off?"

"Of course I have! I tried to a few days afterwards but every time I got close, he said he was busy and left me standing there like a fool! So, obviously there's no point in making the effort anymore."

"Maybe not, but if there's one thing I know about all this sappy shit, it's that you'll never find out the truth unless you talk it out."

"Sure, I'll do that when that Luffy guy finds the One Piece! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meal to eat." (Y/n) snarked before angrily stabbing into a piece of meat on her plate as the female captain stood up from the table.

Alvida simply sighed, shaking her head in response before turning around to go order around some of the Big Top crew to do some work around the ship.

The next day, (Y/n) was flying above the boat, watching out for a town that laid on the northern part of the Polestar Islands while thinking about her conversation with Alvida.

As she scanned the skyline, her attention was captured by Cabaji shouting for her.

"Hey, (Y/n) could you come with me for a while? I need some help with something below deck! Mohji said he'd take over as lookout for you for a bit."

"Uh, yeah, be down there in a second!" Called (Y/n) before closed her wings and soared down to land directly next to the unicyclist.

Following him as he lead her down a hallway in the sleeping quarters of the ship, Cabaji looked behind to give (Y/n) an almost apologetic smile before turning to face forwards again.

With a confused look on her face, she started to survey her surroundings warily as the two continued to strut through the ships underbelly.

As (Y/n) and Cabaji reached the door, she saw Buggy and Alvida approaching not far behind.

(Y/n)'s posture instantly become more rigid as she looked straight ahead to avoid eye contact with the man she had been dreading to be around.

"Captain."

"(Y/n)."

The air was thick with apprehension as the two pirates silently stood side by side, trying not to bump into each other in the restrictive space.

"Ok, so the problem we're having is right in this room. Both of you can come and take a look." Said the raven-haired acrobat as he motioned to the dwelling before him.

The winged girl and red-nosed man leaned forward to be met with a little room full of buckets, brooms and mops.

Taken aback, both chanced a glance at one another before spinning their heads around to see an anxious looking Cabaji wringing his hands together.

"Cabaji, what are we doing at the supply closet?" Buggy sighed as he irritatedly placed a hand over his eyes.

"Yeah, there's nothing here but cleaning stuff and old wine barrels."

"Well you see, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to you two because it's for your own good!" Cabaji winced with regret, suddenly reeling back before shoving (Y/n) and Buggy into the room.

(Y/n) hissed in pain, barely managing to recover when she peered up and saw Alvida smirk at her before slamming the wooden door shut.

"Hey wait! What the hell is going on?!" (Y/n) asked as she got up from the floor and began to pound on the door, which was refusing to open.

Buggy pushed himself back up and tried to turn the handle, only to find it had been locked from the outside.

"Cabaji! You better unlock this door now or I'm shooting you out of a canon!" Growled Buggy as he started banging on the door too.

"No way! We're not letting you two out until you idiots finally talk it out! I'm sick of you guys avoiding each other all the time!" Alvida yelled from somewhere outside the door.

"You can't do this!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she used all her force to push against the panels.

"I can if it's what gets you both to have a normal conversation for once! Now talk or I'll come in there and make you talk!" Alvida stated with a barking kind of chortle.

As Buggy tried to use his devil fruit abilities to knock the door down, (Y/n) tried to search for any other way out of this predicament while the pair heard Alvida and Cabaji's footsteps recede back down the hall.

After scanning every nook and cranny and seeing that there was no escape from the small space, (Y/n) heaved out a morose sigh and flew to a small chair in the corner of the room opposite to the door.

"She's right, y'know... we have to talk about it at some point so why not now?"

Buggy's rampant banging on the wood slats stopped abruptly at her words as he almost growled with a scowl carved on his usually jovial face.

"There's nothing to talk about..."

"Oh really? You really don't think deserting me on a random street after calling me yours warrants a conversation? Or don't think ignoring me every time I even take a single step in your direction deserves an explanation?!"

"I don't owe you an explanation, I'm your captain and what I say or do goes. End of story!"

"Well then stop acting like my captain and act like my friend, Buggy! Just fucking talk to me!" Hollers (Y/n), angrily standing and stomping on the ground.

"See, that right there, that's the problem! I don't just want to be your friend or your stupid captain anymore! I want to be your everything!" Asserts Buggy, pointing a gloved finger in her direction.

Oh...

"Because... well because, I love you, (Y/n), and I want to spend every moment of every day with you..." Buggy admits almost inaudibly, his shoulders slumping in surrender.

...

Oh.

"You... love me?" (Y/n) quietly repeated, the fury in her eyes slowly subsiding.

Realizing he couldn't change the subject anymore, he threw his hat on the ground before leaning on the door and sliding down to sit against the scratchy wood floor.

"Of course I do. Everything you do drives me crazy. From the way you actually laugh at my dumb jokes to way you smile when you're flying above the crowd when we perform, I can't take it anymore! I want to spend every second I can with you and it kills me inside that I can't."

"Who said you can't?" Inquires (Y/n), who tiptoes over and sits down across from the clown pirate.

"You've made it pretty clear that you're not interested. For god's sake, i flirt with you all the time and you never seem to reciprocate any of my attempts."

"I never even knew that's what you were doing!" Scoffs (Y/n) as she throws her hands up in exasperation.

"Really? I thought I was being so obvious!"

"In my defense, you flirt with a lot of people."

"I do?!" Buggy questions incredulously.

(Y/n) laughs in reply, shrugging her shoulders as she nods in confirmation.

"Aw, shit.... I screwed myself over, huh?" Whined Buggy as he squinted with a sheepish look on his face.

(Y/n) then shakes her head and draws Buggy in by his shoulders into a tight hug. For a brief moment, Buggy hesitates but promptly holds her in return, though ever so slightly tighter.

"No, you didn't. I still love you, Bugs."

Buggy's worried face drops and he pulls away from (Y/n) before red begins to bloom all across his painted face.

(Y/n) slaps a hand over her mouth at the shock of what she had just confessed to the man she cared so deeply about.

"What did you just say?..."

"Don't make me repeat it..." (Y/n) implores with her face growing darker as well.

"No, say it again.... Please."

As Buggy's desperate eyes bore into her own, she took a deep breath before grabbing the green-eyed pirate's hands into her own.

She then lifts the both of them from the ground and leads him to stand in the middle of the closet, the only noise being the muffled sound of their hearts beating fast in their chests.

"I love you, Buggy. I have for a long time now. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before..."

"No, I'm sorry, pretty thing... I should have just heard you out back then. Apparently, even the lady I adore more than anything can't save me from being dumb. Can you ever forgive an old sea dog like me?"

"Hmm... sure I can. Under one condition."

"Anything. Just name your price."

"Kiss me?" Requested (Y/n), looking up at him through her lashes.

Buggy chuckled deeply before tugging (Y/n) closer to him and placing a gentle, gloved hand on either side of her face.

"I think that can easily be arranged." He whispered before placing his lips upon hers, careful to not let his nose get in the way.

All the weeks of strain and struggle began to melt away as the kiss grew longer and their passion grew stronger.

As they continued reveling in the time in each others touch, (Y/n)'s wings unfurled themselves from her back and wrapped the two of them in a sort protective blanket, shielding them from any prying eyes and warming both their bodies and hearts.

"Ahem!" A voice calls from the doorway.

Buggy and (Y/n) separate and peek behind her feathers to see Alvida and a whole crowd of pirates standing behind her with amused looks on their faces.

"It's about time!" She grins before the whole crew behind her begins to cheer raucously.

(Y/n) looks up to face Buggy with an ecstatic smile before she leaps into his arms and nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck.

With a grumbling laugh echoing in his chest, Buggy wraps his arms around her and places a soft but sweet kiss upon her forehead.

"I love you, Buggy." Murmurs (Y/n) as her smile grows wider.

"I love you too, angel." Buggy mutters in (Y/n)'s ear, still holding her as they go to celebrate with the crew.

[harmonytre]

(Original by MagicalPouch, so go give him credit, not me! It's slightly edited to replace expressions I didn't want to draw with OTHER ones he made!)

I want to doodle expressions as warm-ups in my spare time! Below I have which expressions have been taken and what fandoms I can draw for! (Especially MP100 since I'm new to it!)

You can request through Ask (easiest), Reply, Reblog, or even Discord if you know me there!

You can double check Request Rules here!

[72/100 OPEN, 2 Finished]

1: A, B, C, D: Sebastian, E, F, G: Meowth, H, I, J

2: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J

3: A: Messier, B, C: Bubby, D, E, F, G, H, I, J

4: A, B, C, D, E, F: Michiru, G, H: Hop, I, J

5: A, B, C: Gordon, D, E, F, G, H, I, J: Scrafe

6: A, B: Darnold, C, D, E: G-Man, F: Benrey, G: Benrey, H: Forzen, I, J

7: A: Solar, B, C, D, E, F: Tommy, G: Finrey, H, I, J

8: A: Hi-C, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I: Nova, J

9: A: Medic, B, C: Wolf Hop, D, E: Poppy, F, G, H: Buckaroo, I: Tommy, J

10: A, B, C: Coomer, D: G-Man, E, F: Vida, G: Bubby, H, I: Tommy, J

I narrowed the list of fandoms to my favorites of each category, but you may view the full list HERE!

*: Favorites

(acronym or notes) [fav characters] {ships I can draw}

My Own:

*Pulo (Original) [The Guardian, Banjo] {Sizzle/Kixz, Cypress/Ripple, Frost/Petra}

*Sweet Voice Cafe (HLVRAI AU) [Joshua, Benny] {Boomer}

(Pretty much just check my Toyhouse!)

Atina and HLAIXD as well if you know those ;)

Current Favorites:

Pokemon [James, Hop, Leon] {Rocketshipping, Neoshipping, Geekchicshipping}

Team Rocket

SWSH

Submas

Half-Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware (HLVRAI) [literally all of them but if I had to pick then Bubby] {favs are Boomer and Freelatta, but I’m okay with drawing nearly any pairing!}

Y2KVR and BMFBE by (year2000electronics) [still reading the other series, sorry!]

The One True Streamman by (HeelysonFeelys)

Stuck Together (Dimonds456)

Human Resources Violations (kogo-dogo)

Augmented Reality (egelskop)

HLVRAI-Villain-Swap

Ghost AU, Swap AU, Benrey Fam, CMY Siblings, Aubrey Calhoun, and Infection AU (pistachi0art)

Catmer (mr-web)

Metamorphosis AU (anons-has-hlvrai-aus)

HLVRBugAI

HLVREM (py6oto

Barnrey (alieryn-art)

Y2KIG-Experience

BPY2K

Simulation Reality (HLVR-SR)

Deep Sea AU (brainthreeze)

Hi-C (transforzen)

Toontown but the AI is Self-Aware (transforzen, green-2-blue)

My Little AI: Science is Magic (thomascoolatta)

(Un)Forgettable (dilfgmancoolatta)

*Mob Psycho 100 (MP100) [Mob, Reigen] {Ekurei, Takemob}

*Esper Kids (Mob, Saiki K, and Anya Forger as friends <3)

Infinity Train [Lake, Alan Dracula, Jesse]

Indigo Park [Rambley]

Multi-Media:

*Five Nights at Freddy's (FNAF) [Helpie, Roxie, Oz]

*How to Train Your Dragon (HTTYD) [Toothless] {Hiccstrid}

*Miraculous: The Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir [Alya, Luka] {Love Square, DJWiFi, Myvan, Julerose}

*My Little Pony (MLP, mostly G4) [Fluttershy, Thorax, Discord] {Fluttercord, Cheesepie}

*Trolls [Branch] {Broppy}

Shows:

*Anything by Blackie Sootfur (but especially Demons, Uprooted, and Secret)

*Dino Squad [Buzz]

*Glitch Techs [Miko]

*Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts [Kipo, Wolf]

*Star vs. the Forces of Evil [Janet, Marco] {Jantom, Starco}

*Steven Universe [Peridot]

*Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT, specifically 2012 but any works) [Donatello, Mona Lisa] {Apritello}

*The Ghost and Molly McGee [Libby]

*Voltron: Legendary Defender [Pidge, Lance, Hunk] {Plance}

*Wild Kratts [Chris, Aviva]

Anime:

*Brand New Animal (BNA) [Mishiru Kagemori]

*Monthly Girls Nozaki-Kun [Chiyo Sakura, Hirotaka Wakamatsu]

Movies:

*Astro Boy (2009) [Astro Boy]

*Big Hero 6 [Hiro]

*Bolt [Bolt]

*Epic [Nod]

*Inside Out [Anger, Joy, Anxiety]

*Megamind [Megamind]

*Nimona [Nimona]

*Rise of the Guardians [Tooth Fairy, Jack Frost]

*Wreck-it-Ralph [Fix-it Felix] {Hero’s Cuties}

*Zootopia [Nick Wilde]

Games:

*Among Us

Rodamrix

*Content Warning

*Half-Life (currently just HL1) [Snarks, Headcrabs, Barney Calhoun] {Freehoun}

*Lethal Company

*Undertale [Scarf Mouse, Nice Cream Guy, Papyrus] {Alphyne, Soriel, NicePants}

Webcomics:

*EL Comics

*Follychromatic [Fauna]

*Magical Boy (TheK40)

*Pipe Up (Salt & Pepper Bunny, Tinysweetbunny, TheTRUEegge)

*Sanity Circus [Attley Grimshaw, Fletch Gray]

*The Skybox (lynxgriffin)

*Urban Animal

Fandom Webcomics:

*Jet’s Black Nuzlocke (Zerochan923600)

*Twin Runes (akanemnon)

Undertale AUs:

*Alivetale @/tatatale

*Fallen Flowers @/Tarableart

*Littletale @/mudkipful

*Sans The Seraphim (The Thought)

Other media (short films/characters/books/creators/etc):

*Birds (Imagine Dragons Animation)

*Epic: The Musical [Polites]

Creators:

*MandJTV (and all series)

*PM7

*shandzii

*Trevor Henderson

Live Action:

*Free Guy

*Ghosts (2021 series)

*Jurassic Park/World series

*Resident Alien

*The Librarians (tv series) [Ezekiel Jones]

*The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Childhood Shows:

*Cyberchase

*Dinosaur Train

*Dog with a Blog

*Dragon Tales

*Martha Speaks

*Wonder Pets

[buster-loves-pr]

PR Ships list?? :D so I get an idea for what hcs to share??

honestly I probably should have made this from the beginning since there’s like 200+ PR character so thanks for sending his- I am fine with most PR ships but Here’s the list for the ones I really enjoy

MMPR-Zeo

Billy/Trini

Adam/Tanya

Adam/Rocky

Turbo - In Space

Cassie/TJ

Andros/Ashley

Lost Galaxy

Leo/Kendrix

Lightspeed

Kelsey/Nancy

Ryan/Carter

Dana/Carter

Joel/Fairweather

Time Force

Jen/Wes

Eric/Wes

Wild Force

Cole/Alyssa

Merrick/Alyssa

Eric/Taylor

Ninja Storm

Blake/Tori

Dino Thunder

None (I mean IK there’s ships for this season but I don’t enjoy like Dino Thunder that much)

SPD

Bridge/Sky

Z/Jack

Z/Syd

Krugar/Kat

Mystic Force

Xander/Vida/Chip

Chip/Vida

Xander/Vida

Xander/Nick

Nick/Vida

Madison/Nick

Operation Overdrive

Mack/Rose

Ronny/Rose

Ronny/Will

Little bit of Dax/Mack? I’m starting to like it

Jungle Fury

Lily/Theo

Fran/Rj

Fran/Dominic

RPM

Gem/male OC (I need to work on him)

Dillion/Ziggy (I prefer it platonically but the ship version is cute too

Samurai

Jayden/Antonio

Mia/Lauren

Mike/Emily

Megaforce

Gia/Emma

Dino Charge

Tyler/Shelby

Chase/Riley

Kendall/Heckyl

Ninja Steel

None

Beast Morpher

None

Dino Fury

Amelia/Javi

Fern/Izzy

[novosg]

Sanji with a Hispanic reader calling him petnames/a nickname in Spanish? Names like “mi vida” “mi amor” “mi rizado” and especially “Sanjito”

Of course! Thank you for the request btw :)

Ft: Sanji, GN!reader

First time writing for a Hispanic reader so I hope you enjoy!

Sanji with a Hispanic!reader calling him Spanish pet/nicknames

Absolutely adores all the little names you give him in your native language

You make him feel so special it’s not even funny

Nearly broke his neck looking at you the first time you called him “mi amor”

By the time you had joined the crew, Sanji was already well enamored with you. His affection towards you only ramped up when you started reciprocating his feelings.

At first, you hadn’t seen yourself falling for the ship’s cook. But here you were, in a steadfast relationship with Sanji, who you seemed to fall harder for with each passing day.

It was simple at first, with you merely entertaining his endearing bouts of love he’d offer towards you and the other women on board.

The first time you had called him “Sanjito,” his cigarette nearly fell out his mouth from shock. Granted, he had no idea what it meant or why you had called him that in the first place, but best believe he had practically begged for that to be his new name when it came to you.

To him, “prince” was nothing compared to “Sanjito.”

Even if he couldn’t understand most of what you said, he loved hearing you speak Spanish. He even asked if you could teach him a few words and phrases. As the days passed and your feelings for each other grew, you’d started addressing him with more affectionate terms-which he welcomed wholeheartedly.

One day at an island the crew decided to drop anchor at, Nami asked for you and Sanji to pick up a few extra things while the two of you were out shopping for produce. Your heart had soared at the thought of spending time with the love cook, and you shot him an eager grin.

“Supongo que estás conmigo, rizado,” you said and Sanji beamed immediately, practically spinning towards you with glee.

By the time he had calmed down (somewhat) he had curiously asked what “rizado” meant. You briefly glanced at his visible eyebrow before smiling and shrugged.

“Guess,” was your reply and Sanji blinked in confusion before he absentmindedly rubbed along the curl of his brow, blushing as your meaning set in.

“Y/N-chan…” he whined.

When Sanji finally bit the bullet and confessed to you, you became more emboldened now that the two of you were in an actual relationship.

“Mi amor, could you please bring me-Sanji?” You paused in what you were about to say, lips quirking up in amusement at the look of bewilderment your boyfriend gave you.

It wasn’t the first time he had heard you utter the phrase, but hearing it so casually directed towards him was something he had not been expecting. After staring at you starstruck for a moment he cleared his throat, and looked back towards the stove, blush rising to his cheeks.

“Sorry, love, what was it you needed?” He stammered as laughter bubbled out of your chest.

Regardless of how long you two have been dating, Sanji would still be over the moon whenever you’d call him by one of your select pet names for him. It means a lot to him knowing he’s the only one hearing such sweet words pass your lips.

And who would he be to not at least try to return the favor?

He comes up behind you late one evening when the moon is making its way up in the sky and the stars are coming out. Gently, he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. You let out a pleased hum as you lay your hands atop of his and bask in his presence. It’s moments like these he adores the most. Moments where he can just love you.

“I love you, y’know,” he whispers, pausing to place a lingering kiss to your temple before moving his head back to its previous position. “So, so much. Mi tesoro.”

You almost didn’t catch it, too caught up in the waves of affection washing over you. You turn yourself around in his arms, grinning in both happiness and pride on his behalf. He smiles right back, trying to gauge your reaction.

“Was..was that okay?” He asks softly. You giggle and bring your hands up to cup his cheeks before pressing your lips against his in a loving kiss.

“That was perfect, mi vida. I love you too; more than you’ll ever know.”

Translations:

“Mi amor” - My love

“Mi vida” - My life

“Rizado” - Curly

“Mi tesoro” - My treasure

“Supongo que estás conmigo, rizado” - “Guess you’re with me, curly.”

[midgardian-witch]

Good day! Or evening! Or morning! Now that I've covered every part of the day....if you're still doing these...

Prompt 10, please? "*You're* the one avoiding me!"

Werewolf by Night, but make it Three's Company. Oh no! There's been a misunderstanding!

Sorry, I am very exhausted and loopy. And that was a Friends reference to a Three's Company reference. And honestly it's probably only funny to me. 🫠 Thank you for always indulging me. Byeeee.

I watched neither so I am very sorry for not getting those references 😔 But our favorite woof boy + misunderstanding? That I can absolutely do 👍

I did miss seeing you in my inbox lately so I am glad to see you're back for more Jack content! I hope you'll like it 💙

Idiots

tags: a little angst | a little fluff | misunderstandings | established relationship | gn!reader

ships: Jack Russell/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

"You're the one avoiding me!"

"Stay away. This is too dangerous for you."

You were mad at him at first. Why couldn’t you stay with him like Ted did? Sure you weren't a supernatural creature that could crush someone's head with your bare hands but you could defend yourself! 

After some self-reflection you figured that maybe Jack was right. He was the werewolf after all. He should know best what could be dangerous for you and what wouldn't. 

You just weren't sure if he wanted to have you around even after the full moon. You tried your best to help around camp and to make things comfortable for Jack when he returned but when he did, he all but crashed back into his sleeping bag without another word. 

He was exhausted. Of course he was. You could only imagine how much energy the transformation must drain from him. So you decided to give him some space, take a walk, maybe forage for some food. 

You were wandering the woods, picking up mushrooms, herbs and other edible plants. You hoped Jack was alright, that he was resting like he should. It was difficult to stay away when all you wanted was to hold him close and take care of him. But he told you to stay away and he did need the rest, the time alone. 

He would find you when he was ready. Jack wouldn't just leave you alone out here.

But what if he wanted you to stay away forever? What if it wasn't just for this past full moon? 

Jack was a mother hen at heart. What if he thought he himself was too dangerous to be around you, not just the wolf? 

With your thoughts spiraling further into darkness you kept walking through the forest almost mechanically, your body on autopilot. 

You didn't even notice the sun setting again over the horizon. 

The only thing that finally pulls you out of your dark musings is someone yelling your name. 

You stop in your tracks and look around. It doesn't take long until you see Jack running in your direction. 

"Mi vida! What are you doing here? The moon is almost up again. You shouldn't be out here alone so late; it's dangerous!" 

You flinch as he says it, the words too close to what he said before, to what drove you into the forest in the first place. 

Jack sees you flinch and freezes, afraid he may have scared you. 

"I'm sorry, mi amor. I'm still a bit agitated from last night."

You shake your head, your teeth worrying your lower lip. He moves closer to you, arms open to signal that he was going to hug you, letting you decide whether or not to let him. You lean into his embrace, the one space you would always feel safe in. 

Jack holds you close, arms tight around your body as if he never wanted to let you go again. 

"Please don't go alone into the wilderness again when it's dark, mi amor. I understand that you want to avoid me but-"

You freeze in his embrace. 

"What? You're the one avoiding me!" 

Jack pulls back only a bit so he can face you. He looks terribly confused. 

"I am not avoiding you, mi vida! You are the one walking into the woods alone away from me."

"Because you were avoiding me! Because you think you're so dangerous and I can’t handle being around a werewolf and- and…"

You look at each other in silence for a few seconds before you both burst out laughing. 

"We are idiots."

Jack nods in agreement, a big grin on his face. 

"Ah yes but we are each other's idiot."

[mobiissimo]

The fringehead Pirates are here! (Back for those who know them already hehehe)

The redesign for the first half of the Fringehead Pirates are complete!!!!!

First is Monroe or Fringehead Mobii

He is the captain of the Fringehead Pirates and protector of his home, Briar Rosa. Mobii is the user of the fish fish fruit, Sarcastic Fringehead model, and is a very strict captain who destroys the ships of Pirates that enter his territory. It's best to make sure his jolly Roger isn't around before sailing into an unfamiliar area.

The first mate and musician of his crew is Pierce

They are very meticulous and do their best to make sure the crew takes the most efficient course of action

Next is Roscoe, beloved pet and guard animal

He has the ability of the adapt devil fruit that allows him to manipulate his features based on creatures he's eaten/bitten.

Kira is the crew's prodigy swordsman who models himself after Roronoa Zoro

His dream was to become a bounty hunter, but he was okay with becoming a pirate when he knew Zoro was one too

After Kira, the crew's doctor Vida came along

She not only treats people but animals, too, as she comes from a family of animal activists. Her expertise is in natural medicines and poisons.

Next is Apollo, the crew's lookout and martial artist

Despite his carefree demeanor, he is a very skilled fighter who harnesses the power of the bug bug fruit, scorpion model. He is also looked up to by Kira, which has resulted in the two getting into a lot of mischief.

Chrysa is the very peculiar navigator

She mostly seems absent-minded, but their instincts have always steered the crew in the right direction, whether she knows it or not.

Finally, Finn is the Fringehead shipwright

He is a very skilled blacksmith with a big imagination, but sometimes his big ideas are a bit too much even for him to handle!

[quietbluejay]

Ahriman: Exile Reread 1

So, I decided not to include my thoughts on the samples I read in between Buried Dagger and this the TLDR: Betrayer: I'm definitely intrigued but it felt like it was being unfair to Magnus :/ Angel Exterminatus: McNeill has really upped his game! The Path of Heaven: slaps roof of warhammer this franchise can fit so much chronic pain into it The Crimson King: this is what got me interested in Lucius originally

And now, the main event: Ahriman: Exile was the second ever WH40k book I ever read (first being Know No Fear), and it was basically the make or break between me staying and me leaving.

story begins with a space wolf pov and man i gotta read a space wolf book at some point, i found out there's a book where a space wolf and a thousand son end up sharing a body and then apparently they become besties so like this is a book written just for me future bluejay note: i read the sample at a later point and the book is on the list now

this guy however in the ahriman novels was as i recall my introduction to warhammer cannibalism And at this point I feel like I should maybe put a content warning. Cannibalism mentions ahead, if you've read the book it's fine, I'm not screenshotting those bits and I'm being even less descriptive

haakon (the pov guy) undergoes an experience that sounds a LOT like he has the butchers nails haakon dude r u ok

you know if i had a nickel every time in this book a dude got stripped and hung from a wall in chains and scribbled on with ink pens by one specific sorcerer i'd have two nickels which is not a lot but man, amon, you need better hobbies note from future bluejay: I misremembered oh i also forgot this bit

im sixteen pages in and we are on our SECOND cannibalism this is really gross i shouldn't have read this right after eating i was going to describe a bit and thought better of it even behind spoiler rip haakon you were alive only for the prologue chapter though wait i feel like he showed up again in a later book??? maybe it was a different gross space wolf

carmenta my beloved blorbo no, self, you have enough cosplays planned her child, for context, is the spaceship she's a rogue techpriest and she's connected to the ship

and here he is the specialest boy the sad wet beast of an evil sorcerer, the platonic ideal of a poor little meow meow

ahriman is uh, not doing very well how the mighty have fallen literally kneeling for an unsanitary blood covered dude who collects evil sorcerers like jewels

viva la vida plays in the background this is, to be honest, an uncomfortable scene, but it really works for setting the mood of the book

meanwhile ahriman is just sitting there like "his main sorcerer is going to betray him i could probably do something but what is the point of doing anything i don't know if all my powers still even work" "it was as if a portion of his soul had shrunken to a wasted shell" and meanwhile gzrel is calling him "a whipped dog among wolves" rip wolf reference ahriman doesn't actually react to that at all khayon would but ahriman basically attempts to repress all his trauma and Does Not Think about it he does that about a lot of things so yay ahriman got chosen to lead the attack on the Titan Child, he's being set up to die ahriman: ok and now over to astraeos who is also blorbo there's a lot of great characters in these books

ok so he's part of the remains of a renegade space marine chapter imperium turned on them without saying why we don't find out about this til a lot later and we find out why waaaay later and it's normally a plot i hate but it was kind of okay here because it fits the story thematically somehow he became the leader of what remains but he has no clue what to say also they're guarding carmenta

Gee I wonder why your powers don’t work any more Do I really need to know about the bloody mucus, French?

the overwhelming message im getting from this is "chaos space marines are gross and unsanitary"

ok i don't remember this either something possessed the dude next to ahriman and now there's frost everywhere it's speaking to ahriman and also everyone else is frosen in time "i am your fate come round at last" spooky note from future bluejay: arc words! arc words!

carmenta: ah my death is here i will be free at last but oops astraeos rescued her ahhh okay so she found him and his brothers floating lost in space and she rescued them and thats why they swore to protect her

ahriman 🤝 carmenta hearing ominous voices behind their thoughts ahriman 🤝 carmenta "you know what just let me die here"

oops ahriman's repression failed traumatic flashbacks to his brother's death time oh yikes rip astraeos he's a prisoner and they took one of his eyes and he's being hung from the ceiling with HOOKS IN HIS SKIN euerrrrgh rusty hooks man french is really going out of his way to emphasize the whats the right term the physical elements and the horrible reality of what it would be like, it's very visceral but also lmao trying to earn the mature rating for the book as if it didn't with the cannibalism

i don't think it's overshooting the horror im just trying to make a joke to lighten my mood because this book gets dark i actually had to take breaks when i was reading it originally because I was in a pretty bad mental place at the time oh yeah ding we have a third character held prisoner naked and hanging from the ceiling though tbh astraeos' situation is worse than haakon's or than future ahrimans will be note from future bluejay: you misremembered, there are 3 times characters are imprisoned and vulnerable and hanging from the ceiling but in only two cases were they naked and cannibalized, no one ate ahriman and he got to keep his tunic. To be fair to past bluejay, it is a weird thing to pop up multiple times in the first place

both of them they were both betrayed by the imperium that created them and outcast by it

astraeos is unsettling ahriman oh this is why he adopts astraeos isn't it

it's because he reminds him of himself and then he shapes astraeos into himself including his own mistakes…. third cannibalism at least it happened offscreen ahriman feel supernatural fear French does a good job at conveying the creeping feeling of something wrong at your back ;-; ahriman kept all the physical things he could from his time in the TS

forget bad mental health day ahriman is having a bad mental health millenium

I can't help but hear this as a riff on the "we should improve society somewhat" meme

so i am STILL not sure if it's the voice of something else in his head or not maybe this time when i finish the trilogy i will have clarity the end got really confusing

oh hey time for him to meet carmenta

and then he warns her to be careful oh gross not the human tallow candles again this was I think my first encounter with them, but sadly not my last of course they didn't do a good job rendering you think these guys know how to properly render anything it explicitly smells like meat

the visitors are thousand sons ahriman basically has a panic attack

oh ahriman is happy :D visitor is someone he knows and actually liked him

ahriman: i'm not alone :D :D :D meanwhile he keeps having visions oops "the vision slipped into his mind like a razor" i love french's similes tolbek threatens gzrel a bit and then ahriman and him talk via telepathy tolbek: you must come with me ahriman: sorry no tolbek surprise attacks it's super effective

annnnd ahriman awakens his power again

after centuries of depression, local man finally feels something and it's joy that he's going to kill someone he knew rip and then ahriman turns into a killing machine rip everyone in the room you're all dead also things get trippy with visions

oh, honey sometimes, having hope is bad because this is wh40k

but this is where it starts he's at his lowest point but he's going to start to climb oh welp he didn't kill one dude just broke his mind

ahriman: i almost feel bad for him then he remembers that this is the guy that ate astraeos' eye and tortured him ahriman: nvm and then for some reason (vision he had) he doesn't kill Maroth seriously at this point i have to think it was something making him not do it the first thing ahriman does is go to free astraeos

the thing he does not want to do is he frees astraeos anyways so now astraeos feels obligated because his honour and obligation are all he has left time for carmenta to be a badass

elmo emoji

anyways the prose is definitely holding up the weird stuff feels weirder, somehow

thinking about how fast ahriman gets attached to carmenta and astraeos but doesn't really admit it to himself which is a repeating pattern in his life thought I had last night: he has the wisdom and critical thinking skills that God gave a slug

let me amend it, that's mean to slugs ahriman does not have the wisdom and sense that God gave a slug i had some thoughts about ahriman and astraeos and some of the themes of this book but they aren't entirely coherent but basically about ahriman being at his kindest when he's at his lowest point mentally and physically and also tbh at his wisest and as he gets in better shape he loses that to his all consuming focus

ahriman is basically the manifestation of that diane di prima poem all he has is a collection of means

[slashingdisneypasta]

Alright. One ship down, four more to go! It's Greasypop's time to shine

(Also, I forgot to mention this in the Peezy thing. You don't have to respond or answer these. I'm just putting these in ask form so I can use colors and italics and such. I hope these are fun to read, but if you don't care for these just let me know ^^)

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Since Greasy didn't give Poppy a clue to when they were going to strike like Wheezy did, she didn't pack her things and leave town. She knows that she can't stay in Toontown though, or else she'll be dipped too. Would Greasy even care if she was? With his cold sneer still fresh in her mind, she does wonder this. So Poppy would actually be more stressed here; she doesn't know when or how the weasels are going to destroy everything, and she has no idea how much time she has to get help.

Because this is Judge Doom's plan, and he holds an iron fist over the law, she'd be too scared to try to find help within Toontown. Who knew who was friend or foe anymore? But Poppy does make frequent trips out to the human world to try to talk to the police there. The judge is human, so surely the human authorities could do something about him?

Poppy also would be receiving plenty of calls from her... 'Friends'. Greasy must not have told him that they were over. Or he did, and they wanted to check up on her. They're sweet to her, at least... They'd care about that at least, right? She doesn't know how to feel about that. It pains her to keep telling Stupid and Psycho that she can't come over she already went through too much confronting Greasy; she doesn't have the energy to berate her misguided friends, especially once they start trying harder to convince her to come over are they trying to keep her safe or do they just really want to see her? And Wheezy's calm but concerned inquiries make her want to cry or scream. And Smartass... Well, he's Greasy's best friend. Surely if anyone of the weasels know what's going on with her, it'd be him.

Poppy decides to try to use these phone calls, though; the more desperation in her friends' voices, the closer to the date of the plan she believes it is. It's a long shot, but it's the only tool she has. Besides, it makes it easier for her to answer the phone now, even if her own fear grows with each call, and she still hasn't found anyone who will save the town.

None of those calls were from Greasy. Sometimes, she can swear she hears him in the background on the other end of the phone, but he never comes on. Not that Poppy wants to talk to him. He's knowingly destroying everything she loves. And worse still, he tried to keep her completely oblivious to it. As far as she's concerned, she'll never get back together with him, even if they decide to stop this terrible thing they're doing.

She wants to hate him. Dear God, she wishes she could. But she can only manage to hate the part of her that won't forget his adoring words. His touch that always made her melt in his arms. All the times they'd spend in the kitchen, cooking and laughing together. How he trusted her enough to show her his more softer, vulnerable side... God, what has he done to her?

It's late when she comes back home. Having just spent the whole day being blown off by the humans again. She's tired and sad and scared; it's almost been a week, and she hasn't been able to do anything... And there he is, standing outside her complex with the van across the street, his dark eyes focused on her for the first time since they broke apart.

"Mi vida... Come back with me." Greasy tells her, taking her paw in his own to hold and looking deep into her confused eyes... Poppy could swear she saw a hint of desperation behind his dark orbs. Desperation for her, just like old times, "Please... You can't stay here."

... No. No, he couldn't do this. He couldn't just do this to her. Not after everything he had done. Not with what he was going to do.

Trying her hardest not to cry she doesn't want to shed another tear over her former lover again, Poppy pulls away from him, and quickly turns to go inside. Greasy follows her, and opens his mouth to try to speak again, but she beats him to the punch, "Your charm isn't going to work. Not anymore."

Oh, how the tables have turned. Greasy now being the one trying to reach his love, and Poppy being so cruel to him; he had been deprived of her for so long, and now he only has her cold shoulder. He follows her as she walks up the steps, trying so hard to convince her to leave with him while they still have time. But in the short time on the steps, before she slams her door in his face- and locks the door so he wouldn't be able to come in- he realizes how badly he fucked things up with her.

She was supposed to come back to him. This wasn't how he planned for this to go. And now, when it mattered most, she just wouldn't listen to him... "Mierda..."

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I'm not entirely sure how I feel about how this turned out, and I know that this technically hasn't taken place after the events... But at the same time, I felt like Poppy deserved to slam the door on Greasy after what he did XD I wonder how Greasy is gonna try to get her back home 🤔

How could I not care for these man?, I- they're wrecking my heart!! XDD (In a good way!! Haha)

Me before reading: OKAY Greasy here we go. This should be good. Me after reading: SON- OF A- B I T C H.

Okay so- Peezy may be my favourite s h i p- but this one may be my favourite f i c of this.

First of all-- he sneered coldly at her???? Oh my goddddd I love a cold sneer. I love it. I love Greasy being hateful and cruel. That sentence made me flip. XD

And- I- GREASY. You betrayed her and then you IGNORED her for weeks how did you think this was going to go??? Oh my goodness, the emotion this fic has drawn outta me, I cant handle it. MY FAVOURITE BIT IS THE OTHERS CALLING HER. Like?? Stupid and Psycho and Wheezy being kinda clueless and wondering where their friend has been?? Is she okay?? I can so imagine this. Stupid not having a clue as to what's going on, Psycho thinking Greasy probably hurt her but that doesn't mean they cant be friends right??, and Wheezy having a good idea as to what it could be but also thinking no. greasy wouldnt be that stupid and tell her this shit. so he's subtly trynna gage her for reasoning. And- them just getting more and more desperate the closer to the date they get and possibly wanting to warn her or just say goodbye?? POPPY POSSIBLY HEARING THAT ASSHOLE GREASY IN THE BACKGROUND??

I just- love that Greasy is so cold and cruel here, except for the last part. It fits his character so well (or at least the version of him we've all built up in our heads XD), and its so stirring. Ughhhhhhh this is the kinda writing I love to read and write. He's so close but so far away. This shit is what words are for. I cant even-

[shivunin]

Fic writer asks: 26, 43, 49?

Hey, thank you for asking! c: I am horrible at choosing just one thing, so here are several answers instead lol

(Fic Writer Asks)

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

No dialogue!

I usually write a very close 3rd person and a lot of what's going on at any given time is internal, so I could pretty easily get around not writing dialogue by writing thoughts instead c:

I love dialogue (especially if people are arguing with each other), but writing something that's just dialogue immediately brings to mind that one short story by Hemingway that I had to read for a class and despised. (I am not a fan of his work, no offense intended if anyone enjoys it.) It could be an interesting challenge, though!

43. If you take/write prompts: what’s your favorite prompt fic that you’ve written?

OOOOH that's a really tough one!! I am going to pick my top four instead, because I can't choose just one.

Only a Kiss, which is the first thing I wrote for Wen and Zev. It has this air of intense anticipation that I still love so much whenever I reread it.

The Small Hours, because it has such a cozy atmosphere and I love the idea of Hawke and Fenris talking late into the night because neither one of them wants to stop listening to the other

Corpus Animaque because I love the "person says tender things in another language because they know the other won't understand" trope

A Storm's Aftermath because they are both so awkward oh my god

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

Here is a little from two different projects. I am mostly working on a Mass Effect thing right now, but this is a Dragon Age blog so I'll put that one first.

From a fic about Zevran leaving for Antiva just before the events of Awakening:

“You did,” but she’d thought he was talking about leaving to find food or wander the city, not… Leave. “Now, you mean—how soon?”  “Today,” he said, and there was a soft noise when he strapped his pack shut. “There is a boat at the docks that I can board without a name; they have agreed to take me back to Antiva City as soon as I…What? What is it?”  Tabris ignored him and finished pulling her leathers on. Her hair was still loose, in her way—she gathered it with both hands and began to pull it into a braid. Her grip was tight enough to sting her scalp, but she ignored that, too.  “Arianwen?”  She finished tying her hair off. A hand brushed her arm in the space between her breastplate and her bracers, but she stepped away from the touch. Something horrible and acid was churning in her chest and she did not know what to do with it.  “Mi vida?” he asked, far too close to her.  Wen took her weapons from the table and slid them into her requisite sheaths: ten throwing blades, a dagger and longsword for close combat. There was a crossbow, too, but she left it beside the dressing table. When she would have started for the door, Zevran stepped in front of her and blocked the way. Wen stopped, her eyes focused past him at the door.  Leaving.  Today. Now. She should’ve known this was coming, but she’d let herself think...  “I am coming back soon,” he said quietly, and reached for her face.  Wen let him take her chin between his thumb and forefinger, let him kiss her carefully and softly, but she might have been a stone statue for all the response she gave him. When he pulled away, frowning, his eyes fixed on hers, Tabris went on looking past him.  “Are you leaving or not?” she asked. “Wouldn’t want you to be late for your ship.” When she stepped past him, he moved aside. When she held the door open, he took his pack silently from the bed and stepped through it.

From a Shakarian fic about memory (what do I write that isn't about memory?) and....coming back from the dead? Hard to summarize currently:

Shepard huffed when she turned around again, cheeks slightly discolored.  “No idea why I’m telling you all this. Must be drunker’n I thought.” “No,” Garrus said, waving a hand. “No, I…I’m glad you told me.” “Sure.”  The song wound to a stop and she scraped her hair back from her forehead again. Her chest rose and fell quickly, sweat beaded her skin. When he looked at her, she avoided his eyes. “She used to dance?” he asked. Shepard blinked and looked up. A billboard nearby cycled through pink and purple, tracing the edge of her skin in vibrant and strange colors.  “They both did,” she said. After a moment, she held out a hand. “I could teach you, if you wanted.” For a moment, he almost took it. This was the most casual she’d ever been with him, the least he’d ever felt like he was coming up just a little short in her eyes. But—well. He didn’t really dance.  Garrus held up both hands in surrender, taking a step back and taking her jacket from the wall. Handing it to her seemed like the least he could do if he was going to tell her no.  “I think I’ll pass,” he said. “Don’t think turian legs are meant to bend that way.” (A few months later, when he stood in silence at the memorial ceremony, his C-Sec armor abruptly weighing more than the whole Citadel combined, Garrus wished like hell that he’d just taken her hand.)  That night—the last night—Shepard laughed and snagged her jacket from his hand, grazing the side of his finger. She shrugged it back on in one easy motion. The music cut off when she tapped her wrist again, and for a moment they waited in silence.

[godlesslittlecreatures]

Creature's Petyr x Catelyn Masterlist, Part II

This is Part II of my Petyr x Catelyn Masterlist! This part is slightly more Tumblr-heavy than the last, though, like the last, it’s still mostly AO3 fics.

Pure, shameless smut, not even Smut With Themes. They’re teenagers, what can I tell ya ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

General rejection angst with nice turn of phrase.

Another early read. Beautiful turn of phrase. 

The Story of a Name by Bad_Faery

Probably my favorite of the locked ones, I revisit and even just think about this one regularly. Very interesting to see this relationship from a POV other than the two involved parties, and it's weirdly sweet to see it romanticized the way little Petyr would have wanted it to be.

This entire blog, good lord. I reread these alllllll the time. I’d dare to call the middle a comfort fic. Subby/bottom!Petyr and scar worship TM? My two favorite things! Yes please. Smut warning for the middle one.

I've saved the best for last. I believe I read the English translation on LiveJournal, but I couldn't find it for the life of me. You won't regret pulling Google Translate out for this one. No thoughts, head empty, just this fic, all the time. 

Honorable Mentions:

There Are No Victors Here by dropofrum

Not PxC per se, but there's one scene between the two of them, in the very beginning, that I think about all the time. BEAUTIFUL prose and well worth reading as general GoT fic/if you ship Robb and Marg maybe.

Okay, not PxC at all, but I read this the other night and it made me gush. It's so fucking sweet! Can we, as a fandom, PLEASE get more little!Petyr fluff, pre-Riverrun? There's something especially sweet and heartbreaking about seeing him so innocent. The friendly reminder that the fandom sometimes needs that though the man chose to become evil, he wasn't born that way. One of the two TV projects I'm currently writing and developing features a character named Taleo, it's always cool to see character names in the wild. 

As with the previous installment, I intend for this to be a living document - if you have any recommendations, my inbox is always open. And if any of the original authors of these fics stumble across my humble list, thank you for writing something that made people happy! I hope your skin is clear, your bank account has all the zeroes and commas your heart desires, and you are kissed lovingly and often. Happy reading, my fellow PxC shippers :)

[maxarat]

Happy Valentines Day!

I'm using today to talk about my original series because I can! Also I've been tagging the characters a bit. The series is called Flowers and Forests, and the books follow the naming convention of "[a flower chosen with flower language] and [an alliterative tree]." It follows a Jewish German family during the World Wars so you can probably guess the content warnings but I'll go over them book by book. Details under the cut, as always.

Instead of the order I plan to write them or the order they were concieved, I'm going to go chronological, just to keep everything straight.

Poppies and Poplars

The only warning I can think of is war. Also any similarities to Im Western Nicht Neues are purely an accident I swear

Poppies and Poplars follows 23 year old newly wed Karl Bohmer, who is called on to fight in the trenches of the Great War right after he returns home from his mandatory military service. His regiment is optimistic that the war will be short, that the governments of Europe will get their heads of their asses. But then Germany invades France. Snow falls. The new year passes. Karl's son is born. His friends, those from home and those from the regiment, die. And they realize, the war will not end. The theme of the story is loss of innocence.

For the characters, I'm starting with Karl. He's optimistic and cheerful, almost naïve, and constantly cracks jokes, especially as things get darker and darker. He's quick to love and quicker to care, which causes trouble. Other main characters are Helmut Loritz, an stubborn and serious man, and Benedikt Rothbauer, his laid-back friend. They're in their early 40s, and went to university together. Last is Richard Holzknecht, a 20 year old Prussian man from a wealthy merchant family. He starts out as tempermental and full of himself, but has an arc about chilling out- as much as you can in the trenches.

Irises and Ivy

Xenophobia, queerphobia, and British imperialism will be discussed

Irises and Ivy is about Karl's nephew, 20 year old Welshman Friedrich Pugh. He mans the telegraph on an English Battle Ship in the second half of the war. It isn't very developed plot wise, but the characters are, and theme is going to be about guilt.

Fritz went to Naval school because he was bullied a lot as a kid. Most of it was for being effeminate, but there was also some xenophobia there, and he thought that if he could serve their country, his classmates would stop. Other than that, he's a very intelligent man, knowing many languages, and malicious compliance is his bread and butter. He often gets in trouble with higher ranking officers for this and speaking Cymreag. He works primarily with Christian Beirne, an Irishman who is incredibly anxious and draws to distract himself. They're both friends with Peter Allen, a doctor working in the ship's infirmary. He's a witty and sarcastic fella, and honestly the best way I can describe him is if Hobie Brown were a white Scottish adult. Also he's Fritz's love interest.

Wisteria and Willows

Again, this is under developed, and xenophobia is going to be even more a theme here.

Lisa Boemer was ten when the war started, 13 when her story starts. Her father is a German immigrant, and her mother is from the Dominican Republic. There was a lot of anti-German sentiment during World War I, and the original idea for this one came from my Gigi telling me about how her parents and grandparents wouldn't let her experience their culture because of their experiences during the war.

Lisa is a natural born leader. She's very creative and always has an idea. She will defend almost anyone to the death and is great at making it so that doesn't need to happen. Her main friend group includes Thomas Abrahms, who is transfemme genderfluid, an oldest child, and the straight man of the group, to use a comedy term. Polina Cahana and Vida Pasternack are both very random, Polina in a spaced out way, and Vida in an extremely hyperactive way. I'm still working on them both, to be honest.

Lisa and Friedrich's parents are both Karl's older siblings. The next few stories are about Karl's wife's niece, Ada Zingel.

Myrtle and Mapels

This starts after Kristallnacht, and going forward Nazism, fascism, antisemitism, and racism will be present.

Ada's oldest brothers, David and Model, are arrested, and the rest of her family is beaten. Three months later, they are released, and their family is determined to leave Germany for their safety. Josef, 14, and Ada, 11, are sure that if they wait things out it will get better, and because tickets are so expensive, it's agreed the two of them will stay with family friends for a while, but soon it isn't safe there, and they have to stay on the move. They soon meet Sinti grandmother and granddaughter pair Deana and Tsura, 12, and decide to stick with them.

Ada is a trans girl and comes out to Josef during this book. She's extremely curious and loves talking to people, but becomes a lot more cautious as the story goes on. She is very independent, and wants to be seen as capable of caring for herself more than anything. Josef is stubborn and idealistic, thinking the best of everyone. Tsura is a quiet observer, quick to trust, and quicker to assist. Deana is extremely worried, as she should be having to live in the woods with a bunch of kids. She's like the quintessential grandmother, and honestly that's the only way I can describe her.

Erikas and Evergreens

Deana and Josef die towards the end of M&M. Between the books, Tsura and Ada are joined by a Sorbian boy, Jurij, who ran away from his abusive father. During Erikas and Evergreens, which starts in 1940, they meet cousins Eduard Jundt and Bernhard Loritz, who are about to turn 18, while they hike across Germany to see Bernhard's friend, Margreta Rothbauer. Bernhard and Margreta are the grandchildren of Helmut and Benedikt, but that isn't important. They're also travelling with Greta's cousin, Christel Klein. From Greta's, the group plans to go to Switzerland to wait out Nazis.

Jurij is very temperamental, careless, and slow to trust, and his arc is about healing from his trauma. Also he's trans. Eduard acts wears his emotions on his sleave and has a pattern of taking drastic action, catastrophizing the bad and idolizing the good, basically. Bernhard is easily worried and usually closed off, but he hides this by being a happy-go-lucky nerd. He is very caring, and sort of takes in the younger kids. Greta is incredibly sarcastic and intelligent, but she usually hides it behind an oblivious demeanor. Christel has ADHD, POTS, and "pastel autism" as Summer would call it, very cheery and friendly. She latches onto the grumpier characters especially, and hyperfixates on medicine and botany.

Other stories that don't have enough to fit the rest of the formatting are Orchids and Oaks, which follows these kids through the rest of the war, and Cornflowers and Cedars, which has Ada, Eduard, Christel, and Tsura reuniting with their families after the war.