#Ace: Hol up

[ajuunisu]

Ace was surprised since he thought he was the only "freaky" sibling

[deeisace]

..

[hotdadlicense]

it was so hot today at work i thought i was gonna be sick and i was like it's okay amelia today's ur early finish day u can push through so i didn't tell anyone i was feelin like death and worked through it and then my boss was like okay mil u should be good to sign off so i did and as i was walking out the door one of the other staff members was like 'i need to sit im not feeling good' and i was like. i can stay. if u need me to. and my boss was like yes lets just get millie to stay and [coworker] can go. and i was like. smile emoji. and then i ended up being one of the last ones out the door. and That is why we hate australian summers

[lilacbestpurple]

Ever see those aro/ace culture posts and think, “Hmm, that sounds like it can be linked to X and thus is more of a X culture post.”

[13-nastin-13]

Drawings from my failed inktober 2022, part III - "architecture/landscape"

Versailles 🌼

[possiblyreallyme]

Kinktober day 29: aphrodisiacs with Ace

warning: needy ace, aphrodisiacs, multiple rounds, light hair pulling, ace crying, not proofread.

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Ace panted against your jaw loudly, practically huffing on your scent as he ripped your bra right in two— something you'd usually scold him for, but you couldn't bring yourself to do anything besides clutch his shoulders and let him hump your cunt from below, bucking his hips frantically into your panties.

"Pretty angel, 'm sorry," He moaned, voice ragged and breathless before he licked up your jaw, tongue hot and flat as his drool dripped down your neck. "I can't wait anymore, jus' lemme fuck you, my cock hurts, honey."

Fuck, his cock did hurt. He knew long before he ate that aphrodisiac-laced chocolate that it was a bad idea, considering he already acted like a dog when he was horny, but he was never one for self-control.

You couldn't even protest if you wanted, and he couldn't wait for a response if it was to save his life, tearing your panties right off your hips and pulling you down on the throbbing tent in his shorts. He threw his head back at the sensation, letting out a loud moan of delight and slight relief, before it turned into small whimpers of pain when the zipper dug into his shaft.

"Fuck- hol' on, hol' on," He whined, taking his hands off your hips to quickly undo his belt and shove his shorts down to hang around his ankles, keeping you perched all pretty on his thighs the whole time. "There. Now c'mere, pretty girl," He murmured to himself, pulling you harshly onto his lap.

Every little thought in his head bubbled and fizzed into nothingness when your folds met his tip, and his throat tightened up as he choked on his own cries when you sunk down on his fat length. He looked like a masterpiece; sunkissed skin glistening with sweat, muscles dotted with freckles and tiny moles, dark locks resting on his cheeks and stuck to his temples. HIs nose scrunched in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut and his brows furrowed into a peak on his forehead, almost looking so close to climax-

"Ahh, fuck!" He cursed, bucking his hips as a familiar warmth spread in your cunt, cock twitching with every thick spurt of his seed. He didn't mean to cum so soon, of course. But he never was very good at holding back an orgasm, and with your soft cunt sucking on his cock and your beautiful body right in his face, he couldn't help how the aphrodisiacs tipped him of the edge that you pushed him to.

"'M sorry! 'M sorry, pretty- ah-" He apologized dumbly, babbling practical nonsense between each stutter, "Yer s'pretty, can't help it- wanna make you cm so harddd on my cock-"

His words were choppy and dirty all the way through, and yet so sweet, begging for forgiveness while still deep in the throes of his release. He meant every word though, and the second his vision un-clouded and he could blink his tears away, he focused in on your moans and glanced down at where your entranced stretched around his cock.

Fuck, maybe he shouldn't have looked. He'd seen your pretty cunt more than enough times to find your clit with his eyes closed, and the sight of your pussy all puffy and wet and splatting to his pelvis almost brought him to the brink again.

"Here, honey, lemme help you," He moaned gently, still bucking and overwhelmingly hard, as he kept his large hands on your hips and helped you find a steady pace. 'Help' wasn't even the right word— he did all the work, effortlessly holding your weight and guiding his thumb down to your clit, rubbing quick circles on the twitching button.

"Ohhh- too tight, pretty, yer too tight on my cock," He all but sobbed, handsome face contorted in a painful look of ecstasy, fighting for his life somewhere between the lines of 'so horny he could cry' and completely overstimulated.

He lost all patience when your fingers cradled the back of his head and weaved through his damp hair, pulling lightly at the roots as you whined in his ear. He flipped you onto your back and hoisted your legs around his waist, keeping one hand on your tummy feel his bulge and play with your clit, while the other grabbed for the headboard.

"Take it," He whined, such dominant words for a man with wobbling lips and a teary, loving gaze down at your sweet face— the face of his lover. His beautiful, beautiful lover. "Please, take my cock, wanna make you feel s'good as you make m'feel," He pleaded, pounding his hips so harshly into your own you bounced, body quaking and racking while his leaky tip prodded the deepest parts of your pussy.

He was desperate for more. Ears ringing, drooling down his chin, fuzzy-minded, nerves alight like the fire he produced, cock aching, and yet he wanted everything you could give him.

He used the headboard for leverage, and the sight of him stretched out above you itched something in your cotton-stuffed little head like no other, clamping down on his cock and wailing his name so loud you knew the crew wouldn't stay off his ass for weeks. He gasped when he felt it, eyes wide as saucers as your moans registered in his brain, and he was cumming harder than ever in his life.

You could have sworn it came out your nose, shooting right into your womb as he roared, almost collapsing above you. "Shit, sugar!! C-Cummin- 'm cummin'!! Fuck!" He shouted above your own noises, fucking his second load of hot cum as deep in your cunt as it could go, spitting you in two all the while.

Your bodies racked and twitched together, finally coming down from your shared high as his eyes fluttered shut once more, a few stray tears sliding down his freckled cheeks and dripping onto your chest. "Thank you," He murmured softly, letting go of the headboard slowly, hand trembling and aching from the grip he had on the wood— the control he had over his Devil Fruit powers was immense, and you never had to worry about him accidentally setting himself ablaze, but for the first time, the headboard sported little singe marks and burns in the shape of his palm.

Silence overcame you as he leaned down, fluttering gentle kisses to your chest, an innocent act that had you melting into the bed below. But when he took a small lick to your nipple, making the bud harden and turn glossy with his saliva, you realized how hard his heavy cock remained.

"Shh, s'okay," He hushed you softly when you whined and started to squirm, as if he wasn't already beginning to rock his hips again, this time at a much slower pace. "My cock still hurts, baby, can I please fuck you one more time? I'll be gentle, I promise..."

[siren-serenity]

when he loves you

characters: buggy, gn!reader warnings: fluff, angst, slightly overpowered buggy??? a/n: - in this household, we live, laugh, love buggy the clown <3 - feedback is appreciated!

part one (shanks) // part two (ace) // part three (buggy)

when buggy loves you, he's a fool in love. utterly besotted, completely head over heels for you. there is no doubting it, and honestly, who would? it's a nice change for the pirates on the 'big top'; seeing their fearsome leader stumbling over himself to impress you never fails to put a smile on their faces. but sometimes...they just pray you would accept his advances because they’re so sickeningly sweet.

"captain's at it again," cabaji laughs, handing mohji a box of circus equipment. "still don't know how y/n doesn't notice." mohji lets out a hearty chuckle and then spies the mentioned duo. buggy's cheeks are as red as his beloved lipstick and his eyes were wide with boyish love. he waves his hands widely as he speaks and even from faraway, cabaji and mohji can hear the little cracks in his voice whenever you respond or compliment him. "i think y/n notices though," mohji hums, pointing out the way your lips twitched upwards. "perhaps they like the attention?" cabaji snorts. "captain buggy's got plenty to give; they don't need to worry about that." "AND THEN! and then we set sail, far away, sailing far away from the island with ten- no, hundreds of marine ships following us!" "so heroic!" "AHFALDSKLADSJFLA" cabaji and mohji exchange a laugh as they continue with their duties.

when buggy loves you, you start to understand that although he isn't very good with words, he loves physical affection. he can't stand going a few meters apart from you unless his chopped off hand is laced with your own. he just wants to feel your warmth, to remind him that he is worthy and loved in somebody's eyes. you start to learn (and love) how touchy he is with you, and that you’re the only one he dares to be with like this. vulnerable, open, and unguarded.

"buggy," you laugh, playfully pushing his head away. he pouted as he continued to nuzzle his face into the crook of your collarbone. your back was pressed into his chest and buggy didn't want to let you go. at all. "cabaji's calling for me!" "he can do that later," buggy grumbled, huffing as a lock of hair fell into his face. "i'm the captain." you kissed his cheek before standing up. or well, attempted. buggy just flexed his arms and you fell back into his embrace again. a little smile crawls onto his face when he realizes that he had succeeded in making you stay, just for a while longer.

when buggy loves you, he starts to open up and let down his guard. at first, it was to test you…whether you would stay or leave him just like everyone else in his life (captain roger, shanks, the list just keeps going). but…to his immense surprise, you took his precious glass heart and cradled it close. you didn’t smash it to smithereens nor did you laugh at the various cracks in the glass. you simply held it like his heart was a precious treasure and his soul practically sung.

the silence was deafening. buggy’s throat was hoarse after he ended his storytelling of his own life. the grim parts, the bittersweet ones, the soul-destroying parts — buggy spilled everything to you. he fiddled with his fingers and looked at his lap. he didn’t dare face you; a part of him was so afraid. “buggy?” your voice was soft. your hand gently caressed his makeup-covered cheeks, brushing softly. “look at me, love.” buggy gulped and looked up, only to flinch at the overflowing love in your eyes. they were for him, and only him. the knowledge of it almost made him break out into sobs and throw himself into your arms. “y-yeah?” “thank you for telling me your story,” you pulled him into a hug and he instinctively nuzzled himself into the crook of your collarbone. his round nose rubbed at your shoulders soothingly. “I love you, cracks and all. thank you for trusting me.” he couldn’t hold back anymore, breaking out into loud, embarrassing, theatrical sobs. “thank you!” for the first time, buggy believed he finally found someone who would stay with him through thick and thin.

when buggy loves you, the world learns to fear him. the marines used to think that buggy is just a simple villain of the east blue…but if anything happened to you, they remember whose crew he grew up with (the roger pirates…perhaps the greatest of the pirate era.) they learn to fear the day buggy unleashes his full power on the world government, all in the name of love.

because at heart, buggy is a pirate in love. he’s fallen for you so hard that he would stop at nothing to keep you safe.

“you dared,” his voice haunted the nightmares of the marines. their ship floated brokenly in the seas; various wooden planks dotted the ocean blue surface. sharks rose up to gobble loose limbs. “you dared to mess with my crew?” his eyes flashed bright blue. “not only that, you dare hurt my beloved?!” something monstrous was brewing. the marines could smell it in the air, taste it on their tongue. it was the scent of power and it was overflowing from the “simple villain of the east blue”. buggy’s lips curved into a cruel smirk, highlighted with lipstick as red as blood. he raised his hands. armament haki painted the tips of his fingers black. observation haki made his eyes appear striking. his soul sung of the colors of the supreme king. “why don’t i just kill all of you flashily?!?!”

[im-ovulating]

Hello can I request an obey me fic where Luke learns what a mother is and calls mc mama

(A/n: I love this baby child so much; you don't even understand🥺)

Word Count: 667

Summary: When the best boy in all the realms wants to call you 'mama' who are you to say 'no'? Especially when he needs Mama Bear Mode™

Warnings: Luke gets picked on (sad that that's just canon...)

Age Rating: None

Luke x "Mama" Reader

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"What's a 'mama' Y/n?"

You look at the boy next to you, there's a smudge of flour on his cheek from the cookies you're baking.

"It depends on the circumstance, but essentially it's someone who's feminine presenting that takes care of a kid." You answer, taking a towel to wipe the powder off of him.

"Depending on the circumstance?" His head tilts a bit in confusion.

Tossing the towel back on the counter before trying to find a wording that doesn't turn into a mini-lesson on gender identity and social expectations.

"Well... Most often, it's someone who gave birth to a kid, but a mama can also be someone who adopted a child. Though it can also just be someone who takes care of someone often enough that that person thinks of them as a mother figure."

Nailed it.

"Oh." Luke looks a bit lost in thought, so you go back to mixing the dough, not wanting to stare at him while he thinks.

A few moments pass in silence until you go to grab the pre-greased cookie sheet. "So, I can call you 'Mama'?"

You almost drop the tray.

"Luke, sweetie," you place the baking sheet next to the mixing bowl. "While I wouldn't mind, that word is reserved for people that either are or are seen as mothers, it's not for just any feminine person you know."

He helps you shape the dough into cookie-sized balls, spacing them on the tray so they don't stick together.

"But you always take care of me. You help me with my homework, you help me bake and cook for me, and you always stick up for me when the brothers are picking on me," he says matter-of-factly.

"I-" Realizing he's right, a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips, "Alright, if you want to call me that, I'm okay with it."

You ruffle his hair before grabbing the cookies, placing them in the oven as Luke sets the timer.

-

Over the next few weeks, you'd grown used to Luke calling you 'Mama" instead of your name, which caused quite the confusion for everyone else. Mammon had taken to teasing you along with Simeon. You can guess who was crueler with it.

Solomon had given a soft, knowing smile the first time he heard Luke call you as such. Asmodeus had cooed saying "how fabulous it was that you were doing charity work" to which you smacked him upside the head.

The others just brushed it off, not caring all that much.

-

The issue arose when you were walking back toward the HoL after class.

You rounded a corner and saw a succubus holding a book over Luke's head.

"Aw, what's the little chihuahua gonna do? You gonna cry to your mommy?" She laughs as she pushes him back.

If you weren't already going to ream her out, seeing Luke stumble over loose gravel and fall definitely sealed her fate.

Stalking up behind her, you snatch the book out of her hand.

"How about you pick on someone your own size, hm?"

Whipping around the succubus levels her glare at you, "Who the hell do you think you are? Mind your own business, human, or I'll show you exactly what a demon can d-"

"Yeah yeah, you'll eat me. Blah blah blah. You'd think being immortal beings they'd get some new threats, don't you?" You call over to Luke.

He stifles a laugh as the succubus turns an unattractive shade of red.

"You little-"

"I'd watch what I say if I were you... Wouldn't want word of you picking on his favorite exchange student getting to Diavolo~"

You hand the book back to Luke and help him up. Steering him away with you, you call back, "Also, you've got something in your teeth; Pretty lousy succubining if you ask me!"

She lets out an angry "Ugh!" as you walk away, hand coming up to cover her mouth.

Damn, you really do act like his mother, huh?

[cinnamontimecrunch]

OO OO, if you have the time how about whatever twst boys you feel would be fun to write w/ a reader who REALLY loves valentines (I.e. changing their wallpaper & pfps to match the holiday, going all out w/ valentines for everyone they love whether platonically or romantically, etc)

Reader Who LOVES Valentine’s Day

[Includes Rook Hunt, Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, and Ace Trappola. Gn!reader, established relationship]

[a/n: okay so this definitely turned into vague Valentine’s Day headcanons instead of focusing on the reader loving the holiday. I'm so sorry I got off-track, I hope it’s still okay! Also sorry if it isn’t written that well, I’m not accustomed to writing in the headcanon format!]

Rook Hunt

It really works out that you love Valentine’s Day, because you’re getting dragged into his antics either way.

A whole day dedicated to showing his love for you?? Sign him tf up. He’s already showering you with love on the daily, so expect all his usual behaviors to be amped up to 100.

As soon as you wake up he’s already at your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers that he’d grown himself, reciting poetry he’d written months prior and memorized for this exact occasion.

The type to take you out for the entire day. He’s taking you on a picnic and hand-feeding you various pastries he’d coerced Trey into helping him make. He’s taking you to a local theatre production but spending the entire time focused more on you than the actual play.

He’s not usually that active on his social medias, but he will absolutely change his pfp to match yours without you even having to ask. He’s posting more that day than he has in weeks.

Leona Kingscholar

He’s never exactly been interested in Valentine’s Day before dating you, and honestly even while dating you he doesn’t feel much different about it.

That is, of course, until he sees how happy you look when he begrudgingly agrees to match phone wallpapers with you. Seeing your face light up in excitement had his attitude do a 180 about the holiday. Not that he would put in too much effort to show it, however. 

You’d have to be the one to lead the daytime activities, though he would absolutely insist on paying for everything. He’d let you drag him to cute cafes, secretly snapping photos of you as you energetically show him the various heart-shaped items for sale.

He’s definitely buying you gifts from wherever you go, insisting all the while that he only bought it because he didn’t want you to whine to him about not getting any gifts. (He used this excuse for each of the like 20 gifts he bought you)

At the end of the day, when you’ve tired yourself out, he’s definitely pulling you into his bed to cuddle, saying you owe it to him for making him walk around so much, and sighing contently the moment he feels your arms around him. 

Vil Schoenheit

How he reacts mostly depends on if your relationship with him is open to the public or not, but there are a few things he’ll do regardless. Whether or not you two are openly dating, he will match phone wallpapers with you if you ask. He will also clear the day to spend with you, and he will spoil you with various gifts,

If your relationship isn’t known to the public, the two of you are likely going to have an indoor date doing whatever you want. As long as it can be done out of the public eye, the activities you do are up to you. He will bake with you, he’ll  have a spa day with you, anything. He’ll also spoil you with gifts he’d bought over the course of the last few months. He’ll definitely spend as much of the day as possible in your arms, and he’ll end the day doing skincare with you.

If your relationship is known to the public, he’ll take you out for the day and have pictures with you up on his Magicam. Vil will dress you up in clothes he bought for you beforehand, and will insist on doing your makeup (if makeup is something you’re into). He’ll take you to high-class restaurants, designer stores, wherever you want to go. He’ll make sure to hold your hand the whole time. 

Ace Trappola

Will definitely poke fun at you for how much you enjoy the holiday outwardly, but inside he loves how happy you look. He’ll joke about how obsessed you are, but he’ll do anything and everything you want. Matching pfps? Done. Cutesy Valentine’s Day wallpapers? Pick some cute ones because it’s gonna be his wallpaper for the next month and a half. You wanna spend the entire day going out on picnics or to restaurants or whatever you feel like doing? He might not be able to spend a ton of money, but he’ll make it work.

Definitely the type to buy you a gift and then tease you for how excited you get over it even though he bought it two months ago because he wanted to surprise you. Will take pictures of the two of you while out but keep all the best ones to himself, insisting on posting the most cursed ones he has to his Magicam.

[aachria]

Hol up hol up hol up

I jst had a realization

Okay so i dont rlly remember sabo and ace's plan all that much since i have a rlly bad memory so im gonna be rereading the chapters that might relate to that this week so im unsure if they stayed together or split up or what but if they're still together does that mean ACE AND ED REUNION ON TOP OF SABO AND LUFFY REUNION???

ALSO ALSO ALSO THAT MEANS AT LEAST ONE HALF OF AS IS GONNA KNOW ABT ED AND LUFFY BEING MARRIED SO ONE MORE THING TO LOOK FORWARD TOO

SABO MIGHT TALK TO ED ABT THE LETTER AND MAYBE ITLL LEAD TO THEM TALKING ABT THEIR HOME ???

Im so excited for next chapter im gonna go reread all of sssbmty now ‼️‼️‼️

Ace and Sabo's plan was to meet up wherever Ace was staked out, so if everything went according to plan yes they would be together. AND YES THEY WOULD FIND OUT ABOUT THE MARRIAGE AHHAHHAHAHA. Ahhh, that good ol' letter. That is a thing, isn't it?

[allthatmay]

might be a strech or js me obssesed with the ace is one piece jesus agenda but if we count post war as part of the marineford arc, then ace came back three arcs later after his death (return to sabaody, fishman island, punk hazard nd then dressrosa) in the form of a devil fruit (whom sabo refers to as ace in his fight against burgess).

Ace is the only character in One Piece who is simultaneously Jesus AND the Devil, and I really need to write something about it before I implode. I mean, it's the least of my concerns right now because I've got so much other stuff to write, but I'm thinking something along the lines of:

Ace literally becomes his devil fruit—the Mera Mera no Mi. I haven't worked out the logistics of this yet; I simply think it'd be, ahem, mega fucking cool if Ace materialised as a ghost formed from the flames of the fruit after Sabo claims it, and so he's able to talk to Sabo and get up to mischief and help him on his missions and— [takes a deep breath] Yeah hol' up lemme collect myself a little.

Ace as a cult leader? An accidental cult leader. Maybe the Whitebeards are fully devoted to following Ace after Whitebeard passes on, so when Ace dies and then comes back to life, they become a full-blown cult dedicated to cutting down Akainu and casting his fist into a volcano. (Part of the reason I think this would be fun is because I joke all the time with my husband about what an effective cult leader he would be. Seriously, he's one convincing mf and people just seem drawn to him.)

[theurbanmechcomesforthee]

hol' up

I might be cookin' here

a way to keep the damage of the AC/20, add indirect fire capabilities, and give enough space to add an XL engine...

this has potential...

[rapunzelforlorn]

Ep6

Nick is so brave introducing Charlie to his dad

Two more years of high school?? I thought Nick was like a junior

Seeing the style on Nick's face, meeting his dad already seems difficult but he wanted to tell him about Charlie so bad

Are they playing find Waldo?

I love that the boys & girls had the same reaction to E&T's kiss

Sneaking around the hotel 🙈

Issac looks left out 🥺

Everyone sneaking to smooch town

Charlie needs to listen to Nick

Ajayi is trying his charms

Faruk IS gay!!

Clocked him 👀👀👀

"You flirting with me?"

Oh, happy birthday Tara

Imogen being part of the gang makes me so happy

Isaac is in book heaven

Charlie's a little hoodie thief

"I'm just recharging" - Nick 💜

There's a lot of underage drinking for a relatively wholesome show

Why isn't Isaac with James???

Who the FUCK let Ben in?

Kiss the boy Isaac

Paris is so gay 🏳️‍🌈

Isaac??

Hey babe let's go to a party just to escape it and enjoy each other's company, that's Nick & Charlie's relationship

Harry is trying...I think genuinely

But I'm pissed Ben is there much his church ass out too

Tao is always a ham

Who is this sour ass, shaved head ass, biiiiitch bringing down the vibe of the party??? Uhh...kid 1 that's who! Not even relevant enough for a name

Ben's bitch ass shouldn't have been there

Nick is a boss! And bi, actually

Why did they ruin to the teachers and not the bathroom if she was gonna get sick

Not sure if I want to be carried or carry someone like Nick "strong man" Nelson

Sharing a bed, how scandalous 😏

The revenge of the hicky

Oh Nick is so sweet & innocent, despite the hicky allegations

Darcy is having a time

Teachers getting scandalous now too 🙈🙈

Ep7

Nick seems so bummed not noticing or maybe not talking to Charlie sooner about eating habits

Go Elle!!

Tao's mom is great we love supportive mothers

Nick's mom fucking ROASTING David

Tori better go to this dinner party too

Congrats Elle!

What's with the purple smog at Darcy's?

Isaac seems off

Will Ben just FUCK OFF!!!

No matching suits?? Outrageous!!

Darcy doesn't have a good home life did she 😒

Issac actually ACE?

Fucking slay Elle 😍😍😍

Tao is so bad with change

Clocked Isaac

So glad he met someone to explain it to him

Imogen is trying, really

Prom is tomorrow?!?!

Elle's art 💜💜

Tao maturing

Ben is stalking now???

Don't make us feel bad for Ben, fuck him

Oh so he's ALWAYS been a predator

I'm here for you "mate"

Tori in the house!!

Fuck David!!

GETTEM TORI!!!

NICK 🥺💜🥺💜

Stephane 👀 no, no Stephane

He's always got mom

Tori's about to go away for murder if David doesn't shut the fuck up

Charlie's mom cares, just wants him to do well

Nick is always so proactive with the Google machine

Oh Darc ☹️

Ep8

No way this man woke up and didn't have his phone on a charger

The (I'm bi, actually) ig post 💗💜💙

The ig comments 🤢

Everything's prefect except you aren't eating Charlie boy

And they were official T&E

Tara sending out the prom SOS

The squad rolling up

That's a waste of paint

Coach wingmate

Nick opening up to Tao about Charlie

Tao opening up to Nick 🥺

Charlie needs to open up

They look so good for prom!!

I miss prom

Charlie's little prom fantasy was so cute

Darcy needs some help

Isaac is also on the struggle bus

Elle's dad, is exactly what I hoped

She always looks stunning 🤩🤩

They all look so great!!

Why did Sahar bring a guitar?

I want to believe Henry is trying

The rugby mates for sure are trying

Nick giving Tara advice that's actually for himself too

Oh she's in the band

I wish my school put this much effort into prom

These high schoolers are having so much growth

Tori at prom too 🥳

"That night in Paris..."

"Next time 😉"

Is Imogen...bi?

Neither can dance? I doubt that

Oh no 😨 Tara went to Darcy's

Her mom's such a bitch!!!!!

Sit down at Nick's

SEVEN

Big group hug 💜

Poor Darcy 🥺

We love disasters

Playing pong with normal cups 😂

Isaac looks so much happier knowing who he is

Best Team Player 🏆

Charlie 😭😭

"Promise to tell me, if it ever gets that bad again? "

Just hold hands through it all 💜💜

"I love..."

Gets me everytime Charlie gets on his tippy toes to kiss Nick

Wait...have they not said I love you too each other??

What a cliff hanger!!

Were both ready for season 3 😁

[vonlipvig]

Tagged by @varenychenko thank youu!

Last song/piece I listened to: What's it take to get your number? Hurry up, it's getting cold! Hurry up, it's time for supper, order up, I'm HOT TO GO!

Last book I read: I finished House of Leaves earlier today. I teared up and everything, even if I'm not sure I understand. But man, was it an incredible experience.

Last film I watched: Rewatched Oldboy (2003) dir. Park Chan-wook the other night! FUCKED UP CINEMA I LOVE YOU!

Last TV series: Pretty sure the last show I watched was Survivor, since S46 is airing rn. Still making my way through Mad Men, though, only two seasons to go!

Last video game: Suzerain (specifically the new Kingdom of Rizia DLC), I fucking love this game so much, I'm having the time of my life discovering this new DLC. Totally reccommended if you enjoy politics sims/strategy games, with heavy emphasis on story, dialogue, characters, and worldbuilding!

Last thing I googled: Google maps, sorry for the boring answer lmao.

Last thing I ate: A tiny slice of days-old easter ring-bread cake since SOMEONE ate the last bit of ricotta cake I wanted to eat...

Sweet, savory, or spicy: Love all, but sweet.

Amount of sleep: 7-8ish hours, pretty good!

Currently reading: Just finished HoL, so I still don't know what I'm gonna start. Maybe I'll give 'The Deep' by Nick Cutter a try!

Currently watching: Kinda already answered, but I'm also rewatching Press Buttons And Talk's plauthroughs of the Ace Attorney trilogy (currently making my way through fucking Big Top, eugh)

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[nobody-is-here01]

Captain Ace au- :)

Luffy dumps the truth bomb that Sabo’s alive So suddenly

the crew met Sabo but didn’t realize Sabo was Luffy’s brother.

Ace’s about to smack the shit out of Sabo.

Justify Luffy having a personal and has Sabo & Ace’s ddm numbers-

Luffy: Oh by the way Sabo’s alive!

Ace: HE’S WHAT?! THAT LITTLE FUCKER!

Luffy: Shishishi!

Crew: *loading*

Nami: Wait…

Uospp: Hol up!

Nami: Wait a minute

Usopp & Nami: SOMETHING AIN’T RIGHT HERE-

Yes!!!

Nami : THERE’S ANOTHER ONE!

ACE : YES, AND WHEN I FIND HIM I GOING TO BEAT HIS ASS

[bucknastysbabe]

Untold

Boom bap skapoom ddededede lemme just drop this bad boy off at the park and run away. Reread fire and blood and wanted to experiment with that fake biography style which I’m not very good at but it was fun SKIDIBOP mmdada BOOM

Rating: General

Tags: Period typical assholery, lots of death, angsty, turNCLOAKS?!, Aegon is on Douchebag Hours until he got fucked the fuck up, targ princess reader, incest, Cregan said hol up we don’t play like that in The Fookin North

“House Rowan has been taken by Lord Ormund and Prince Daeron,” said the kinslayer. The maester with him wrote of Aegon’s hitched noise and lidded eyes opening with a snap.

The haggard Aegon stared at his brother, face puffy and eyes glazed from the milk of the poppy. He rarely was awake in his recovery. Prince Aemond figured their youngest sister’s safety would raise the twisted king’s spirits. Aegon had mumbled, “Get her to the…Keep.” He soon after returned to the world of sleep— exhausted from the mere act of eating.

In True Telling, Munkun writes that the arrival of princess would guarantee to distract Aegon more if he ever got well. Not to mention her priceless dragon Merigar, waiting in the Dragonpit. Her Rowan in-laws declared themselves Black until Daeron routed Lord Thaddeus. The Prince regent Aemond was very keen to get the young woman back in the walls of King’s Landing.

The princess later was watched by all, silent tears streaming down pale cheeks as her husband was put to the sword. She was merely 7 and 10 and married for a scarce year. No child was born of the union, much to the happiness of the greens. Especially the ailing Aegon, who had requested for her to stay by his side. The tale of the ‘little princess’ and King Aegon was of a bleak nature, like many others during the Dance.

From a young age she had always been known to bear love for her eldest brother. Even when the rest of their siblings avoided the wayward Prince like the red plague. She followed Aegon around, a pale specter at his heels. That love had long grown strained and non-existent before the Dance. Prince Aegon had settled into his debaucherous ways— drunken binges and periods spent off in Flea Bottom.

Aegon did not engage with her as much, likely discarded the princess for hedonism. Her personal journal stated she received nothing but apathy and slurred condescension when they interacted. Bitterness filled the younger’s heart and after she sought refuge either on her smoky dragon Merigar or a court favorite. Whispers circled around the keep about Aegon not being the only sibling to have a healthy, lustful appetite.

The jester Mushroom wrote that the young princess, fueled by Aegon’s rejection, turned to carnal desires to draw his attention. He claimed she had a retainer of comely knights, daring whoever could climb to her chambers could seize her maidenhead. Grand Maester Munkun disparages that, illustrating the girl was fond of the male gaze but remained chaste. All accounts at the time do mention the public schism between Aegon and his once favorite sibling.

When the striking girl was publicly engaged to the handsome Braxton Rowan in late 127 AC, approval rounded the court. It was a happy time for all, the birth of Prince Maelor had occurred a month beforehand. King Viserys, largely crippled, hastened the wedding on fears of expiring too soon.

Prince Aegon was not of a jovial spirit on the day of the betrothal. He slouched in the throne room with a sullen pout, leaving immediately afterward. The Prince by all reports proceeded to get irrationally intoxicated and escorted from supper by twins Cargyll of the Kingsguard. Ser Criston Cole wrote in concern to Septon Eustace on the occasion.

“I fear for our princess after Aegon’s behavior. You must pray that she will be looked after by the Maiden. He was wrought with jealousy, slamming cups and yelling like a child in the midst of a tantrum. The prince must be kept away lest he seek to claim her before the wedding.”

No other mention was made of the two interacting until the night before the ceremony. Lord Thaddeus Rowan and his retainer had arrived that morning. Comely Prince Daeron had made an appearance with Lord Ormund and his she-dragon Tessarion close behind.

Queen Alicent was said to be overwhelmed with tears, joyous at all of her children together. Eustace somberly notes that it would be the last time she would have the sight. King Viserys was resting in his solar during the reunion, Maester Orwyle tending to the King before the festivities.

Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon remained on Dragonstone with their offspring, an obvious slight.

The young lord Braxton Rowan was handsome in the colors of Goldengrove, strapping and tall with blue eyes and thick brown locks. The little princess was smitten, blushing when the heir dropped to a knee and kissed her hand. Lord Thaddeus proudly boasted that he had never seen his eldest son so lovestruck. Most could see why, the princess was silver and slim. She had taken after her mothers side— willowy and statuesque in appearance. Her and Prince Aemond were similar in that way.

Supper in the keep happened to be a less joyful event. Prince Aegon had joined in the toast to the soon-to-be wed couple. He drawled, “To my lovely sister and her betrothed, I hope she may find joy in an otherwise banal man and his meager lands.” The princess burst into tears, Lord Thaddeus and his sons had to be restrained. Prince Aemond shoved his brother back into his chair with a sharp look. In a fit Queen Alicent excused her drunken son, fretfully apologizing to the angered Rowan clan. Peace was restored in quick succession after.

Accounts are hazy on the occurence at the hour of the Wolf. Two things were consistent in Grand Maester Munkun’s and Septon Eustace’s books. Mushroom will be excluded as his tale was outlandish and inconsistent. One, that Aegon and the little princess did get caught in the godswood by Ser Criston Cole. Two being she had raked her nails bloody across his cheek, stating to Cole that she made a mistake.

Aegon wept during the wedding, disappearing after her red and black Targaryen maiden’s cloak was replaced with the gold and silver of Rowan. The princess smiled and shined for all to see in the meantime. She was cheerful and danced through the night, laughing even during the ribald bedding ceremony. The Targaryen recounted the consummation as a ‘passionate affair’. Off she went to Goldengrove, where Lord Braxton doted on his new wife. Plans were in progress to build a place for the handsome Merigar.

Most were sure the princess was for Rhaenyra; there are multiple records of her openly voicing that her elder brother was unfit for the Iron throne. Eustace with his known dislike for the half-year queen left the Princess out of the Rowan’s claim for the Blacks. When Daeron met with her, she cried and beseeched the Daring to spare her husband and good-father.

Upon her return to King’s Landing, Prince Aemond kept a tight leash on his sister, disallowing her to leave the keep. She was miserable. The girl cried in Aegon’s chambers or the godswood. Mushroom had even tried to lift her spirits, claiming the princess threatened to feed the jester to her dragon. Aemond complained of her dour mood to the Dowager Queen.

While Helaena descended into madness, the other grew hateful. She hissed and threatened to strangle Aegon in his poppy-aided sleep if she had to stay by his side any longer. Merigar felt his rider’s misery, killing two dragon-keepers in a fit of rage. She scrawled down in her diary, “I crave death. I hate him so and yet.”

During the fall of King’s Landing, the princess was given a good deal by Rhaenyra. Ride for the blacks and she would be pardoned on behalf of her ‘green blood’. The little princess swore fealty immediately. Upon hearing the news at Harrenhal, Aemond, already angered by the loss of King’s Landing denounced his blood with a snarl. Queen Alicent did not speak to her youngest daughter for the entire period of Rhaenyra’s rule.

The widow expressed doubts in her journal, fearing she was unable to actually kill any of her blood. She never got the chance to do that. The series of deaths during the half-year rocked the girl. She spent more time with her dragon than with humans after Daeron was reported to have perished at Tumbleton. In her cups, she lamented to many, “I fear I may never smile again.” True Telling mentions that the embittered woman kept quite true to her word.

Rhaenyra felt the growing dread in her half-sister and became uneasy. She was paranoid of turncloaks, especially after Addam Velaryon was questioned. Rhaenyra sent her dragonback on a fool’s errand to the Reach for aid at Highgarden. Dangerously she would be passing where the green army lie in disarray. Merigar and his princess flew North instead.

Sightings of the smoke colored dragon came as far as Last Hearth. Aemond and Daemon held their last battle, Rhaenyra too overcome with the unrest in King’s Landing to do anything about her sister’s disappearance. The princess grew gaunt and grey in the North, the life sapped from her bones. She supped with the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch before returning to King’s Landing.

Lord Commander Brune wrote in his memoirs, “She was exceptionally kind and forged of steel under her thin skin. I was baffled when she climbed on that black beast of hers and called down, “Valar Morghulis.” It was one of the stranger days on my watch.”

No one truly learned why the princess came out of isolation. She stopped writing in her journal after visiting the Wall. Orwyle theorized that she was growing mad, Mushroom shared a bawdy idea, Eustace and Munkun simply think the Valyrian was tired and missed home.

Home was much different now back under the reign of Aegon the Elder, rendered shattered and volatile. He was still mourning the loss of the golden Sunfyre. The city watch and small folk grew frenzied and nervous when the shadow of Merigar flew over the city. Multiple riots had to be put down around Flea Bottom. Construction on the Dragonpit was halted for atleast a fortnight.

She landed her mount in the outer yard of the Red Keep, falling off in exhaustion and obvious starvation. The princess slept for two days. King Aegon fretted over her health, having grown regretful and somber in regards to his sad life. Remarkably, Dowager Queen Alicent was found by her side. Upon awakening the princess dryly remarked, “I think I shall stay now.” The green queen wept and wrenched her hands.

The princess kept out of the rampant politics ensuing the rest of Aegon II’s reign. She remained without an opinion, oft apologizing to Lord Corlys. The king and his sister reconciled— likely from isolation and shared misery. They drank and reminisced on better times late into the night. She helped her brother plan his marriage to the Baratheon girl.

In the Testimony of Mushroom, there is a tale that may have an element of truth to it. The king and his sister were inseparable the last months of his reign. She was noted to stay in his bed at night, Alicent trying her hardest to keep that under lock and key. Mushroom claimed that Aegon the Elder had been regularly viewing his sister pleasure herself with a variety of wooden toys imported from Lys, him unable to copulate due to his broken body.

While the extent may not be that lewd, Septon Eustace did make a vague mention in his notes about Aegon hinting at instead marrying his sister, now nine and ten years of age. Nothing ever came to fruition as the king was poisoned in his litter. Immediately the ever present princess was questioned and thrown into Maegor’s holdfast.

She denied having involvement, stating blankly that her brother was the last person in her life that mattered. The interrogations could not find any proof and she fell into a catatonic state. The lack of involvement on the princess’ behalf is what sealed her fate. At the hour of the Wolf, Cregan Stark declared her a traitor to Rhaenyra and her heirs for choosing to become ‘a concubine for the thrice-damned drunken cur’.

She was executed by the Lord of Winterfell himself. Her last words are the subject of question. The teenaged girl sighed, “If only.” Merigar thrashed and broke from his chains concurrently during that fatal swing of Ice, escaping into the skies. The proud dragon was never to be seen again. Thus ended the ever shifting life of the little princess.