#And uh that took QUITE a while 💀

[ricksoo]

Yeah, it goes something like this when it comes to WIS Xd

Wow this is WAY better than how I make WIS between Player and Rick

By the way, Huey and Shadowtwo belongs to @xxtc-96xx

But I kinda need their opinion about this or others who watched this

Is the list accurate? :>

Is this also the first TC characters' WIS attempt? Maybe??

[base0h]

had this random thought and thought I'd request. what if a random kid just comes over and confesses their love for you (a fully grown adult.) and the one piece men are just standing there like 'wtf is this kid on'

a/n - OML 💀💀💀 I’m laughing so hard right now 😭 anon this idea is hilarious how do you guys think of such funny stuff

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, it’s a random kid not kidd himself- just wanted to clarify that bec i thought it was kidd, major crack

- If it wasn’t already apparent, Luffy has made it quite clear that he loves you VERY much

- let’s say you’ve been on this island for maybe about a month, and you love it there! The weather’s nice and cool, there’s a nice ocean breeze, and the sun is always out but not too strong

- you were sitting down on a bench with nami and robin, waiting for Sanji and Luffy to come back from their shopping spree

- suddenly, a kid appeared in front of you, holding a bouquet of flowers and a little hand made present

- “Um-! You’re super cool and pretty/handsome! And- I love you! Please take this gift and these roses!”

- the shock that just froze the three of you

- robin raised an eyebrow while nami burst out laughing, unable to breathe

- “BAHAHAHAHSUBDIDBD- YOU’RE LIKE 22 AND THIS IS A LITTLE ASS KID-“

- “Nami! Be nice! Um… Thanks kid- I like the flowers. But like Nami said- I’m a lot… Older than you.”

- The kid looked like they were about to start sobbing, so you quickly took the flowers and present to make the kid happy

- the present was a little origami heart and a butterfly, it was actually quite adorable

- All of the sudden, Luffy fucking tackled the poor child, flying across the sidewalk

- “Y/N’S MINEEEEEEEEEE!!”

- bro was hissing and growling like a feral monkey at the poor kid wtf 💀

- Sanji had to rip Luffy off the poor child and this grown man was throwing a fit, yelling at this kid

- “Y/N’S MINE! I LOVE THEM!” -luffy

- “I LOVE THEM TOO!” -kid

- “I LOVE THEM MORE!” -luffy

- “NO I DO!” -kid

- this argument continued for about 20 minutes. 20 minutes

- you had to drag Luffy and I mean DRAGGG him back to the sunny while he kept yelling at the kid about how he loved you more

- “Hmph! I bet i could take him in a fight!” -luffy (please keep in mind that this child is like 6)

- “Yeah ok luffy, don’t beat up a child.”

- “I’m a pirate! I’m already a criminal! HEY KID! GET OVER HERE IMMA BEAT YOUR ASS!” *feral screeching*

- “LUFFY NO-!”

- (rewatched marineford, I promise and swear I did not cry)

- ace is a bit more mature (not a lot) but he’s more mature than Luffy

- it was such a nice day! You and ace were hanging out on an island as a tiny vacation for the crew

- the crew got some ice cream, went shopping, and stocked up on food for the day

- ace, being the gentleman he is, carried all the bags for you, and even bought you THREE scoops of ice cream (y/n pls give me some this weather is ridiculous💀)

- ace was telling you about a story when he was younger, it was mainly about how Luffy was really stupid and loved to eat random mushrooms from the forest

- “He was SO dumb- it was really bad. He hallucinated for like- 2 days, and almost ate Dadan.”

- “HE ALMOST ATE HER?”

- “HIS TEETH WERE AROUND HER ENTIRE ARM.”

- bro Luffy is wild

- all of the sudden, something tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned around, not seeing anybody behind you

- “Um.. Excuse me?”

- The voice was coming from below, and it sounded like a kid’s voice! As you looked down, you saw this cute little child with brown hair and green eyes, their cheeks were bright pink, and they were holding something behind their back

- “Uh hi there! Did you need something from me?”

- “Um… I- I wanted to give these to you.. I picked them myself.”

- this kid was adorable, they were handing you a hand picked bouquet of flowers!! How adorable is that?! You smiled and pat the kid’s head softly, thanking him for the flowers

- ace had a big grin on his face, he found this kid absolutely adorable too

- “Uh- I think you’re super pretty/handsome! And- I think I really love you!”

- now this is where you both froze and stared at the kid with wide eyes, what did this child just tell you?..

- “I’m sorry what?” -you

- “I love you.” -kid

- “What?” -you

- this poor kid was about to cry, this was his first rejection after all 😭 and you could tell if this kid started crying, holy shit this kid’s going to SCREAM

- “Ok- sorry! I was just confused for a sec.. Are you sure you mean me? Not that little kid over there with the pig tails?”

- this kid was determined, shaking their head as they took your hands in theirs

- Ace was struggling, struggling not to just start cackling, the only thing keeping him from laughing was you pinching his arm

- “Ace don’t even think about laughing.”

- “I’m sorry- *wheeze* this is hilarious.”

- Ace’s face was turning red, bro looked like he was choking on food. But you really didn’t know what to say to this kid- I mean- you’re an adult and this is a literal child. Secondly- ace was your boyfriend already

- “Hey kid, how about I buy you some ice cream and we can talk about y/n together eh?” -ace

- The kid smiled and took Ace’s hand. How cute, your boyfriend was talking to this little kid about all the great aspects of you

- You heard about 1009 compliments today, and it warmed your heart 💜💜

- ace is awesome, 100% husband material

- doesn’t matter if it’s a child, girl, or animal, he’ll cut them up into pieces if they hurt you or his friends

- but outside of his tough demeanor, zoro was actually pretty loving, especially when the sunny was docked on an island and it was just a day to hang out

- he liked taking naps on you, literally anywhere (he sleeps the best on your ass 💀💀)

- today was not a nap day sadly, but as long as he was with you, today would be a great day

- you had dragged him along to stock up on cola and things for the ship, the whole crew was hanging out on this summery island too

- you weren’t sure why you hadn’t invested some berries into getting a leash for your boyfriend because oh my god

- this bitch keeps getting lost

- you could be looking at some cute shoes for two seconds. TWO SECONDS. And this man disappears, and he somehow ends up on the island next to the one you were on 💀💀

- but anyways, you were now holding him by his collar, keeping this dumbass marimo from running off 👍

- “Y/n are we almost done? I’m kinda tired.”

- “In a second.”

- “you’ve been saying that the past hour.”

- zoro’s feet are about to die

- all of the sudden, a kid tapped your shoulder, looking up at you with wide eyes

- “Oh hello! Did you need something?”

- “Um… I have some flowers for you!”

- The kid handed you a nice bouquet of red, white, and pink roses that were all tied together with a lovely ribbon

- Aw- this little kid was so cute! How nice of them to give you some flowers, right?

- “I- I think I really like you!”

- *pause*

- Maybe this wasn’t so nice 😭

- “Sorry what?” -you

- “I like you!”

- “But- you’re a kid!”

- this kid started sobbing, clinging onto your waist like a baby, crying about how they thought you were so pretty/handsome

- “Hey! It’s ok! Can you let go??”

- zoro was getting pissed, he didn’t like it when kids whined and wailed about stuff, especially about you

- zoro pried the kid off, setting him down with a glare, “Get off y/n, they’re mine, get lost kid.”

- “Hey zoro be nicer! It’s just a kid.”

- “NO! I LOVE Y/N” -kid

- basically this is what happened

- zoro and this literal child were pulling you back and forth, giving you severe whiplash 💀

- “Omg Robin come over here this is hilarious!!” -nami

- “NAMI PLS HELP ME.” -you

- “I think you’re fine y/n! Just wait until robin gets here!!” -nami

- wow what help you are nami 😭😭

a/n - Luffy hisses at people and growls 💀

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello again! I am that Anon that requested the Reader is a Smiling Critter and blah blah, I need more and thank you for making these, my heart is filled <3

This is gonna be quite detailed, feel free to change it!

Note: This might be a lil ooc or perhaps more of an AU?? Ah yes, Dogday's legs aren't gone, still attached just for the sake of the nature of the dynamics here.

The reader is a Smiling Critter once again, they had a dream about their old friends ( ex: Smiling Critters or maybe the other toys ). After they woke up in tears, soon they decided to go around the factory in hopes of finding the mini toy versions of their old friends, something to hopefully lessen the ache in their heart. Yeah, they also forgot to tell Catnap where they went and uh the living mini toys noticed their absence and reported it to Catnap 💀

Catnap ain't happy about it, he finishes up whatever he was doing and went on to find the Reader himself ( we're special jk- ). Later, he finally found them, whatever he felt at that time came to halt as he saw the Reader sitting down on the floor, in a pile of toy versions of their old friends, HIS old friends, their old friends, silently weeping to themselves. Without a second thought, he curled up around the reader, patting their head as if to silently reassure them it'll be okay, Catnap was actually genuine about it though the reader knew that it's not that simple ( with the whole prototype and how Catnap just listens to him 💀 ). But in their sadness and loneliness, they let their guard down and sink into the giant cat's affection, feeling nostalgic as they remember they always used to do this during naptime, with THEIR old friends.

After the reader fell into a deep sleep, Catnap decided to just stay where they were even with second thoughts in his mind, in this very moment, the old Catnap is back, not the one that follows the Prototype like a lost puppy. The Catnap his old friends know, the one Dogday knows, the one Reader knows. But he snapped back to his senses, deciding to rest his head on top of the Reader's in order to shutdown all those thoughts, purring while at it. This is ALL FOR THEM, FOR JUSTICE, TO END THE MADNESS, the Prototype promised him.

.....

Dogday is silent as he listens to his " former " friend talk about the events that occured a few hours ago. Catnap has decided to visit Dogday, free him from the belts to eat the food he brought. Dogday silently took the food and ate them as he listens Catnap's talk, understandably hesitant to butt in. It was more than weird, Catnap changed so suddenly and drastically, but recently he was softer, more like the old Catnap, albeit still threatening.

" Dogday... " That made the giant dog snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing his name, his eyes met with Catnap's. Before letting out a surprised yelp as the cat pounced on him, Dogday was terrified for his fate until he felt long arms curled around him. Catnap was hugging him tightly. Read that again. Hugging him. The so-called heretic. Dogday now knows what his friend ( Reader ) felt when Catnap helps them get back to sleep.

This is the Catnap they knew, the actions speak louder than words one, he wasn't truly gone after all.

Night Befallen

Note || I cast brain rot upon ye 🤲

WC || 1,384

Sypnosis || Maybe, just maybe knowing what one can know now—your old friend isn’t entirely stolen away from you.

You had found yourself immersed in a poignant dream, revisiting cherished memories of old friends. Awaking with tears lingering on your lashes, you felt an insistent pull to embark on a heartfelt quest. Determined to reconnect with the essence of your past, you resolve to venture into the depths of the factory, in search of the miniature toy replicas of your beloved originals. With each step forward, anticipation intertwined with nostalgia, guiding your path through the echoes of your cherished history.

You just wished things had truly stayed the same, why did it all happen before–this, Hour of Joy–whatever it had been. CatNap, the same cat you came to cherish and love had been completely twisted, viewing Prototype as a god?

It just made no sense to you, everything is madness.

For now, perhaps you could absolve in finding peace with your recreational little toys, shadows of former friends they may be of course. 

“Tch-” You snorted, trying to keep yourself from breaking down in the face of your tiny little friends that are piling up around you. Just like all the old times before, the times… before. All the tiny smiling critters were just plain adorable though, so that was advantageous. 

Beyond the shadows, some creeping figures watching you took notice of your absence. No, not in CatNap’s home, nothing goes one without CatNap knowing of anything. 

A small critter skittered away, you didn’t notice—you were far in too deep to properly take recognition of anything happening, only mourning your former friends. Who knew trying to take a look at the essences of your past, a past of once where you were happy, content. You were just doing your job as a fellow critter, you loved your job. You loved being a critter, you loved your friends.

“You guys are so cute..” You smile softly, hugging them close in spite of the few stray tears streaming down your face. Normally, you’d wipe them away, but right now you just wanted to stay in the moment. 

Stay with all your old friends, even if they weren’t your real ones. 

You could be allowed the peace of illusion, atleast.

To say he was furious was an understatement, what had the tiny critter meant by your absence? 

In CatNap’s eyes, this was unacceptable. 

One should remain where they are, they are not to derail from their paths. You shouldn’t be derailing from your path. No matter the reason, he will quickly finish his patrolling, and come straight to you to put you in your place. Mostly, being stern. 

Should he allow you that courtesy? Yes, CatNap should. You are his old friend, you were so kind as to work with the Prototype (even if you were completely against it), CatNap will be lenient with you. 

Suddenly CatNap had gotten lost in thought, and lifted his paw to see what he was doing. Oh yes, he was killing a human survivor for their incompetence – that is what was happening. He repeatedly shook his paw to get the remains of the human off his claws and paw as well, the blood remained on his fur unfortunately. CatNap can find some way to clean that off later.

As if he was sighing, CatNap’s mouth emitted a large breath of Poppy Gas, something of which he used sparsely; only when he wanted to block out people from areas he didn’t want them in. CatNap admittedly felt as if what he was doing here was wrong, but it was only in the name of the Prototype. 

CatNap finally went on his way once he cleared his head of these troubling thoughts, he was going to deal with you and he wouldn’t delay it any longer.

He always had eyes all around Playcare, did you really think you could get away with this so easily? Prototype is leader, god. He would not allow anyone to defile Prototype’s name, not even you.

No matter, he was going to make this quite clear.

It seemed the small smiling critters had felt his immense aura for bloodlust, causing them to skitter away from whence he came. CatNap without a shadow of a doubt, can be terrifying. 

CatNap simply paid no mind, and continued on making his way toward you. 

Even in all the rubble and dust, one clear distinction his keen ears could pick up was reminiscent of crying. To the normal ear, one would not be able to hear this. It was so silent, was it out of a fear that you were crying so silently?

No, it was because of the smiling critters, the smaller bodies. Merely replicas, but so well done for just being copies of the original critters. Shadows always danced in CatNap’s headspace, perhaps he could make it out the same within your case. He had always crossed his heart, locking it away in soul and key. CatNap deemed it all unnecessary. Yet, with you it was recurring.

Slowly enough, whatever emotions – whatever anger he had before was fading away. CatNap was overcome with a sense of sympathy, he wanted to comfort you, his friend. Now he just came to a complete halt, trying to figure out what was wise on what to do. 

CatNap felt pitiful, sounding low when he remembered those very screams. 

You have seen just as much as he did.

Hesitantly, he stepped forward, CatNap didn’t want to frighten you out of your stupor. His long elongated tail wrapped around your being, calmly re-adjusting you with a steady stance. CatNap laid down, folding his back legs and crossing his front ones. He so suddenly cuddled up against you, patting your head to reassure you silently. 

You nodded your head, snapping to the attention of CatNap’s presence. You knew otherwise that he wasn’t being as genuine, in spite of it being real in his eyes. 

Otherwise, you didn’t feel as on guard. You weren’t stressed or protesting in any case, you felt as if you were falling asleep. You began to fall asleep, CatNap sensed this, curling up against you to feel more comfortable. 

That was in your sadness and loneliness, had sleep finally claimed you – purely out of nostalgia that you had used to do this during naptime, with your old friends. 

Abornormally enough, he didn’t feel so angry. CatNap felt more as if he was at peace with you, even with these thoughts. How the Prototype had promised him justice, to end all the madness, just for you… for all of them. 

In a moment soon enough, CatNap had promptly followed you into sleep. 

If death was a choice, then he rejects it.

Silent and contemplative, DogDay listened as his "former friend" recounted the recent events, memories of comforting you when tears flowed and offering solace in the embrace of sleep. CatNap's unexpected visit and the subsequent act of liberation from his restraints were met with wary acceptance as DogDay consumed the offered sustenance, his attention captured by CatNap's unusual demeanor.

It was a peculiar sight, witnessing CatNap revert to a semblance of his former self amidst the oppressive atmosphere of their surroundings. Despite the underlying threat that lingered in CatNap's presence, there was a glimmer of familiarity in his actions, stirring a sense of unease within DogDay's battered psyche.

“This isn’t his usual behavior,” or “He’s just now had a revelation?” 

Lost in his thoughts, DogDay was abruptly pulled back to reality by the mention of his name, a sharp reminder of the precariousness of his situation. Anticipation coiled within him as CatNap lunged forward, bracing for the inevitable retribution that awaited him. Yet, to his astonishment, instead of aggression, he was enveloped in an unexpected embrace.

Stunned and bewildered, DogDay felt the weight of CatNap's arms around him, a gesture of affection that defied all expectations. In that fleeting moment of connection, DogDay experienced a revelation, a glimpse into the profound bond shared between you and CatNap, a bond forged amidst the chaos and strife of your shared existence.

As the echoes of their encounter lingered in the air, DogDay found himself grappling with newfound understanding. The warmth of CatNap's embrace, though fleeting, offered a glimpse of redemption amidst the shadows of his past transgressions. And in that moment, DogDay realized the profound impact of companionship, transcending the boundaries of fear and prejudice.

[anastasiabowe]

I hope this isn't too much, but, can you write about JJK (Nanamin Toji and Choso) men and how they have a plus size girlfriend, and can you make it nsfw? It's ok if you can't! Happy Belated valentines day!💖💖

𝙏𝙤𝙤 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙚 - JJK men with plus size reader!

note: I loved writing this so much, this is one of my favorite requests! Also I'm making my way through requests for real this time💀

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨:

♡ 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞 - The Admirer

Not another day goes by without Nanami being infatuated with you. Nanami always stops dead in his tracks when he sees you every morning dragging your feet into the kitchen, lazily smiling at him as you wiped the sleep from your eyes. He always puts whatever he was doing or eating down so he can get up and help wake you up with kisses and coffee breath.

Nanami never found anything wrong with you whenever you looked unhappy at yourself. He usually asks you what's the matter and gets shocked every time you mumble out "I'm fat." It hurts him every time you say that, knowing saying it seals it deeper into your head, making it a reality. Nanami never knew what to say when you say that but the usual "you're not fat, you're beautiful!" Which he too knows is getting old. Nanami knew nothing he said would completely erase the idea from your head since he himself is quite fit and muscular. But, he does know one way as to which helps you temporarily forget.

"Not there, Ngh! I'm sensitive there!" You squeal when he is laying on you, softly sucking on your tits. You guys didn't have much time, but he knew how to get you going fast.

"just relax baby, you know this feels good." His deep voice rung in your ears as he slowly brought his hand down to your cunt slipping it under your dress. "You're so beautiful Y/n, especially like this. You make me insane for you, absolutely psycho." He groans as he felt how wet you were. Your lips were red and wet from you biting on them. Everything felt so good, and there was nothing you wanted more than to be like this.

Nanami took his time, even though you guys had a dinner to attend, he had to slowly bring you to your high so it could crash down in the ultimate euphoric finish. He knew you were close by the increase of you squirming and pushing his shoulder with your hand so he could give your boobs a break.

"Uh uh, move your hands." He lowly commanded as his fingers inserted into you. You let out a moan gripping the back of Nanamin's head pushing him deeper into your chest.

"I-im cumming! Don't stop Kento, please don't stop!" You begged as he sped everything up. His tongue flicked your reddened nipples and his thumb circled your clit at the same time as his fingers fucked you finally pushing you over into a coma.

You let out a choked moan and Nanami chuckled as he helped you ride out your orgasm, taking his fingers from your cunt and and licked/sucked them clean.

"So fucking beautiful, fuck, it hurts just to look at you so cute and perfect for me. Too perfect for me."

♡ 𝙏𝙤𝙟𝙞 - The Fondler

Always touching you somewhere. You used to think that maybe he genuinely didn't realize how touchy he was, but you soon realized that he knows what he's doing. You guys could be simply watching a movie on a 4 seat couch, and out of those 4 seats, only 2 were taken. He would be either pulling you as close as you could into him, if he'd be laying on you.

He seemed like the type to hate clingy girls but he's the clingy one in the relationship! I mean everywhere you go, he's maybe 3 inches away, body touching yours, and hands gripping somewhere, and what I mean by somewhere, it's ass, tits, or thighs. You guys would be in Walmart and he'd have his hand in your back pant pocket, every once and a while squeezing your ass cheek. You guys could be driving home, his hand obviously on your thighs, or you could be simply reading a book in bed, and he'd be laying over you, one hand on your tits and the other holding his phone as he scrolled or watched something.

"Fucking love this ass, but you already know that though." Toji chuckled as his hips and your ass collided every 2 seconds. He loved how your ass rippled when you both made contact. He loved how he could grip you hips and squeeze the flesh on them, giving him the perfect handles to fuck you into oblivion. He knows that no matter how much he loves you and your body you will always find some reason to fucking hate yourself.

All through this fuck session, he keeps finding more things that you had said throughout the day about how much you hated your tummy, hated how wide you looked, hated your thighs and how they rubbed against each other, how much you hated how your feet hurt all the damn time. He never hated any of those, he never hated you, he never disliked any part of you, actually, how could he? You were so fine in so many different ways that even he himself gets surprised by, but he shouldn't because you are ethereal.

"Can't. Fucking. Get. Enough. Of. You." Toji said breathlessly as he now had you in the mating press. His hard chest against your soft tits felt so amazing in a weird way to him. Having your cute face so close, and your thighs wrapped around him had him cumming faster than usual.

"Sh-shit baby, I'm gonna cu-" he groaned loudly as he finished inside of you. You giggled, shocked he came this quick, but also turned on by how hot he was.

He didn't realize how much you turned him on until he really started thinking about it. Shit, now he's gonna have to work on not cumming so fast just thinking about you.

♡ 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 - The Overachiever

Choso always felt like he had something to prove with you, but definitely not in a bad way. He genuinely thinks you are way out of his league. Anything you complained about, he'd be there to do it better and more efficiently. If your feet hurt, he'd give you a whole massage AND he'd wash your feet. If you didn't like how the food tasted from a fast food restaurant, he'd go back and order a new meal telling them exactly what to do and how to do it better. He wanted to praise you, wanted to be there at your every need and desire. And when I mean every need and desire, I mean every need and desire.

Choso would do everything in his power to let you know how much he loved you. If you complained about anything you didn't like about yourself, that'd be everything he worshiped until you thought differently.

So when you complained about how your tummy couldn't fit into your jeans, he'd fuck you and fondle and praise how much he loved your tummy, "Fuck, I fucking love your tummy so fucking much, love it so much I wanna see it full with my baby, fuck imagine having my baby, oh that'd be so fucking hot." Even though you knew what he was doing and how it might be corny sometimes, it still made you love yourself so much more.

On that matter, if you weighed yourself and complained how you gained a few pounds, he will strictly fuck you by either carrying you or having you sit on his face, his favorite was the latter.

"Cho baby, I can't!" You whispered as he tried to tug you down on his face.

"Yes you can, and you will. Sit on my fucking face." His usual soft and cute demeanor was shifted into a dominant commanding demeanor. You only held yourself up by the help of the headboard, not even trying to lower yourself, afraid you might hurt him.

"Chooo, I don't wanna hurt you, please can we do something else?" You cried out. You did deep down wanted to sit on his face and have him ruin you, but it'd be so embarrassing if he'd tap your leg because he felt like you were crushing him. Choso only sighed and forcefully pulled you down catching you off gaurd. His arms locked around the base of your thighs, securing you onto his face. He even pushed his face up into your cunt to get deeper. You let out a moan as you felt him instantly sucking on your clit.

"F-fuck Cho, feels so good!" He chuckled sending vibrations straight to your core. His fingers dug into your thighs as his eyes rolled back. Your hand found its way to Choso's dick, you leaned back a little and started pumping his rock hard dick. You began to feel confident that he was okay, and you could finally relax, which Choso was so happy you did. You tasted so amazing, and he felt so amazing tasting yummy, and you touching him. Soon Choso came, and you right after. Your body shook as he continued to hold you down on his face, overstimulating you both.

Choso finally released his grip, letting you get off of his face and lay beside him. He had a cute smile on his face and looked so out of it. You laughed and he looked over at you. "We need to do this more often."

[cheri-2047]

Have you done Cynos new quest? If so, may I request a Tighnari x Reader oneshot where the reader also takes part in the duel at the end (as the traveller or something). Even tho they won they still got injured (but pretended to be fine as to not appear as weak) and after everything settled down and they went back to the city Tighnari takes care of them? Basically some fluff, comfort kinda thing? Sorry if it sounds kinda complicated :')

Thank you and have a good day/night!!

THANKS FOR REQUESTING !! So sorry this took long btw 😔

so uh… I didn’t actually do the story quest cause I stopped playing when lyneys banner was over 💀 BUT I will write like Tighnari tends to ur wounds (that you got after a commission)

Tighnari x injured reader

TAGS: fluff/comfort, blood/wounds

CHARACTERS: Tighnari, mentions of Paimon

A/N AT THE END !

You opened the door to you and your boyfriends shared home, covering the blood stains on your shirt with a bag of things you got payed for in the commission.

“you’re home!”

tighnari walked up to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He raised an eyebrows upon seeing some blood on your shirt,

“what’s th-“

“I’m going to bed, I’m a bit tired.”

you said, before paimon interrupted “heyyy! You haven’t even promised paimon her snacks for helping you when you got in-“

“kitchen paimon, top cabinet”

you slumped your way to your bedroom, not wanting to sleep with tighnari tonight so he wouldn’t see your wounds.

as you removed your shirt, you winced, looking at the loosely wrapped bandages around your torso.

“shit….”

you unwrapped it, carefully and slowly. meanwhile, back in the kitchen, paimon was running through the cabinets.

“aha!”

“finally! Paimon deserved this!”

she drooled at the sight of the chips, tighnari finding it odd how she actually helped In a commission. He heard your distant grunts, your curses, everything no matter how much you tried to stay quiet.

“paimon, how was the commission?”

he asked, hoping she’d give some info.

“Traveler got stabbed pretty badly by a hilichurl camp! Then traveler told paimon to stay quiet and they’d give me their snacks from inazuma!”

Paimon exclaimed, completely disregarding your agreement with her. “oops…. Uh.. don’t tell traveler”

she snickered, while stuffing her face with some dango you had left over.

“thank you paimon.”

and just like that, tighnari left the room.

you were struggling to tend to your own wounds, trying to not stain the sheets or anything, when you heard a familiar voice.

“tsk. You’re hopeless.”

Your boyfriend sat next to you and grabbed a cotton, adding some liquid to help disinfect it.

“Paimon told me everything. Don’t bother to hide it.”

he held your hand tightly before disinfecting the wound. It hurt a lot.

“agh-! Nari-“

you winced, holding his hand tightly

“almost done.”

you tried to not yell in pain, knowing tighnari’s ears are quite sensitive.

“I need to stitch these, drink this first.”

he suddenly pushed a drink to your lips. It was a drink to help you get sleepy so you wouldn’t feel much pain.

as you were being stitched up, nari held your hand tightly and placed a scarf nearby to your mouth to bite for pain.

he winces whenever he sees a particularly deep wound/scar, hoping the anesthesia is still strong while he treats them (yes he also injected some to you after he made you drink a sleep thing)

when he’s finished, he changes you out of your clothes. He obv doesn’t touch any intimate areas

the moment he changes you to comfier clothes, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“oh traveler….dont hide things like this from me.”

he stays up all night to care for you.

the next morning, he does everything. Cleans dishes, makes sure you don’t move at all and most important (and the scariest thing…) he needs to hear what happened from YOUR mouth.

he reassures you that even if you’re injured, it’s okay to ask for help.

the entire day(every day until you’re better) he pampers you.

the end

A/N; CAN U TELL I RAN OUT OF IDEAS IN THE END 💀 my bad, and also thanks for the request ! Ask for another if u want it rewritten lmao. Anyways I also realized that I actually may have mischaracterized him cause I realized how little info I know abt this man AS IF I DONT LITERALLY COSPLAY HIM 💀💀💀 anyways that’s it, thank u !

[jeeseth]

greatest prize

pairing : bang jeemin x fem!reader

summary : jeemin, the centre of your school basketball team, made it to the final round of their tournament. and with that, you made a deal with jeemin that if she won the game, you'd be her girlfriend.

cw/tw : non-idol au, fluff, cutie patootie jeemin, grammatical error 💀

It’s 8 in the morning, and here you are, sitting on your table, drinking the banana milk that was in your locker. You’re well aware of who put it in there.

“Kim y/n!!”

You flinched when Hyewon suddenly appeared in front of you. Everyone in your class started looking at her weirdly before continuing what they were doing.

“Wonie, calm down will ya! Anyway, what’s up?” You sighed, resting your cheeks in your palms while sipping the banana milk.

She took a deep breath before saying “Do you know that our school basketball team made it to the final round?!?” She exclaimed while shaking your poor table, this actions caught the other students attention.

“Wait wait really?!? our school made it?” One of your classmates chimed in.

“Yes! and the final will take place in our town stadium!! can you believe that?!?”

“Damn yn, we HAVE to go. I bet jeemin will asked you to go too later.” Hyewon teased, giggling afterwards.

Long story short, you were known as ‘the girl that Bang Jeemin likes’. And you were known to the whole school for that. You’re not sure how you feel about being known for that. I mean, yes, you do find Jeemin quite attractive, but you barely even know this girl. Jeemin is really kind and everything, which makes it oblivious that she likes you a lot.

Jeemin would always put your favourite banana milk in your locker in the mornings or after recess. Not only that, but this girl will do anything to get your attention, such as winking at you in private or yapping odd pick-up lines and dad jokes. You think it's hilarious (and charming) that she's trying so hard to start a conversation with you.

Jeemin is quite famous at school for being the centre of your school basketball team. You sometimes wondered, How did she even notice you in the first place? I mean, compared to Jeemin, you don’t really have a big circle of friends, and you’re not even that famous in school. Other than being known as the girl that Jeemin’s like, you were also known as the top student (nerdy, I see). Maybe this is why Jeemin will always ask you for your biology and mathematics notes. 

Despite sharing only a few classes with Jeemin, you always saw her everywhere you went. Imagine going to the school garden to have a break, and then, poof, she popped out of nowhere. So you mostly spend your time in the garden listening to her yapping about basketball. You don’t mind it at all; you actually really enjoy her company.

“Hey, y/n.”

You stopped rearranging your locker when you heard the voice you recognized. You turned around and saw Jeemin standing while looking everywhere else except your eyes.

“Hm? Do you need anything Jee?”

Jeemin was flustered by the sudden nickname but she shrugged it off by clearing her throat.

“Will you come to the game tomorrow? Uh you know its the final and it seems like half of the school is going. i-i just want to know if you’re going too.” she muttered. you find it absolutely adorable at how she’s stuttering and how she can barely held an eye contact with you

“Hmm idk, will you win though?” you asked which caught jeemin by surprise.

“O-of course i will, im Bang Jeemin! I never lose!” she replied with her puffed out. You laughed at her response, and to Jeemin your laugh sounds heavenly to her which made her smile softly.

“I’ll ask my friends first okay? i’ll let you know later if im coming or not.” you smiled.

“Alright, i hope you can come.”

"Wait, Jee, are you practicing tonight?” You asked because you sometimes saw Jeemin practicing alone at the street basketball court. She usually practices from dawn until midnight because you know how much Jeemin dislikes the heat.

“Yes, i am. Why?” she asked, titling her head afterwards.

“No, it’s nothing. Goodluck!”

“40!” Jeemin breathed out before laying on the ground.

She’s currently practicing her shoots for tomorrow’s game. Here she lay on the ground with her messy hair and her favourite hoodie. She was staring at night sky before you appeared in her vision. “Y/n?”

She sat up in a flash, and you chuckled before kneeling in front of her to fix her messy hair that was covering her face. You just came back from a convenience store, and when Jeemin mentioned that she'd be practicing tonight, you thought of buying her some drinks and snacks.

“Here, I bought you some drinks and snacks. It’s not much but I hope you like it.” You smiled softly before standing up and placed the plastic bag at a nearby bench.

You take some drinks from the plastic bag to give to Jeemin but before you can even turned around, you felt her hugging you from behind.

“J-jeemin?” you stuttered, completely flustered by her sudden action. You can hear her breathing heavily so you just let her for a moment before she reluctantly pulled away.

“I-I’m sorry—” you cut her off by hugging her this time. Jeemin was taken aback but still wrapped her arms around you to keep you warm from the chilly weather.

“What are you sorry for?” you laughed, pulling away slightly to look at her face which is now tinted with a bright pink.

“I thought I make you uncomfortable..” she mumbled, still looking away. You giggled before taking her hands to sit down at a nearby benches.

You two sat in silence as Jeemin enjoyed the drinks and snacks you bought for her. She even offered if you want some but you told her that you have already eaten at home before going out.

“Hey, y/n.” Jeemin called as you hummed and look at her.

“I think it’s pretty obvious that I really like you. And I don’t know how you feel about it. But, I want to say thank you for you know, um not being uncomfortable or sum.” Jeemin chuckled and looked down to her feets while playing with her hands. You took notice of it and held her hands.

“Jee, I would never. In fact, who knew maybe i like you too?” You said causing Jeemin to faced your direction. You already can see how a smile is slowly creeping its way to her lips.

“You like me?”

“I don’t know~” you shrugged your shoulders playfully. Jeemin stands in front of you with a big smile on her face.

“Then, let’s make a deal. If i win the game tomorrow, can we be together?” Jeemin asked, anticipating for an answer from you.

You chuckled before replying, “Deal.”

It’s d-day of the final, and the stadium is filled with people and students from your school and the other schools. You’re feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

“Omg y/n, there they are!” Hyewon pointed at your school basketball team and your eyes landed on Jeemin immediately. Her in that basketball jersey with her hair tied up in a ponytail. As both school began to enter the court, the stadium echoed with more loud cheers and anticipation.

And when the whistle blows, the final game has officially started. The game unfolded with exhilarating intensity, each team giving it their all. Jeemin’s focus was however unwavering, her mind in sync with the rhythm of the game. Half time in, and it seems like the opponent school is leading with 3 points ahead. You couldn’t help but to feel worried. With only 10 minutes more, you’re not sure if they can catch up.

You’re sure Jeemin is feeling the same thing. She couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment. With the time ticking, they slowly started catching up. Jeemin’s gaze changed, and you saw how her captain was patting her back to tell her to calm down. 

Time is still ticking, with a minute left. The current points are 110–109; your school is only a point behind. You saw how the players on your school team were exchanging glances before smirking afterwards. With 30 seconds on the clock, Yunah, the captain, shouted, “Jeemin, it’s time! Everyone, now!” And with that, they all started running towards the opponent and started attacking. Your mouth went wide open at how fast they were dribbling. In 10 seconds, Yunah passed the ball to Jeemin to make the shot. It won’t be easy, seeing how the opponent is right in front of her, blocking Jeemin’s way. Everyone in the stadium feels anxious, but not Jeemin. She smirked before going back a little and there she shoots, startling the opponent. They tried to block it, but the balls were already halfway to the hoop. And then the clock ticked down, just as soon as the ball went into the hoop.

“And there it is, Bang Jeemin buzzer beater!!” the mc shouted into the mic, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, Jeemin’s heart swelling with pride.

Everyone in the crowd went into the court to congratulate the players. They celebrated, but Jeemin’s eyes were locked on you the whole time. You saw how Jeemin came to you with her arms open. You couldn’t contain your excitement any longer, so you giggled before going down and into her arms. Well, not really. We could say that you dashed into her lips; it was strong enough to knock Jeemin down, but she held back by holding your waist and deepening the kiss. You’re glad that probably nobody noticed the two of you, but you’re sure enough that your friends are going to tease you later. 

Jeemin pulled away and rested her forehead on yours. You caressed her cheeks softly before pecking her lips one more time. She chuckled and kissed your cheeks.

“This is greater than the actual prize.” Jeemin mumbled which make you giggles.

“You’re finally mine, y/n. I promise you that i’ll love you with all my heart yeah?” You nodded at Jeemin’s words before she pulled you in for another kiss.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you more than you think, Bang Jeemin.”

After months of tears, staring, yapping and daydreaming, she’s finally with you. And she definitely has no intention of letting you go.

a/n — in the honour of the bang jeemin coming back, i wrote this !! VOTE JEEMIN ON MNET PLUS!

[endofradio]

FRAGMENTS OF FEAR — CHAPTER 2: TO CUT A LONG STORY SHORT

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1

WARNINGS: n/a

NOTES: i realized it makes more sense that abigail most likely takes place in massachusetts so i did some tweaking with the setting 💀 originally it was gonna take place in new york but uhhh i guess we are going with massachusetts instead.

SUMMARY: sylvie wakes up to find herself in a mansion, and she’s not the only one there. things get quite awkward between her and frank.

WORD COUNT: 2,536 (i actually locked in)

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Sylvie’s eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she noticed was that she was in quite a fancy-looking bedroom. Well, she could tell it wasn’t hers. She slowly sat up from the bed, wincing in pain as her head began to throb almost instantly. What the fuck?

Confused, Sylvie looked around the bedroom. “Where the hell am I…?” She whispered to herself. She began to climb out of the bed, trying not to stumble over as she did so. “Jesus Christ…”

As Sylvie staggered over to the door, she noticed how she almost felt as though she was hungover. What the fuck had happened to her? She couldn’t remember anything, either. She only remembered being in her bedroom, and that was it. She couldn’t remember anything else after that, and when she tried, it was almost like a blur.

Once Sylvie opened the bedroom door, she carefully made her way down the stairs, and that was when she heard voices.

“Come have a drink with us, Joey!”

“Gotta go check on the kid soon. Maybe after.”

Kid? What kid? Sylvie only felt even more confused. As she continued to slowly walk down the stairs, she noticed a group of people hanging out by some sort of bar lounge — four men and two women. One of the men was riding on a tricycle around a pool table, gawking at his surroundings.

“No party poopers allowed.”

Sylvie reached the last few steps without tripping over, and that was when everyone in the room took notice of her.

The man on the tricycle looked up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Oh, look who’s awake. Come and join the party, man! Peter’s… uh… in charge of the drinks.”

Sylvie raised an eyebrow and started to carefully survey the area. What the hell was she doing in a mansion of all places? She didn’t remember being brought to this place — she just… woke up and found herself in it. Was this some sort of lucid dream?

“You look lost,” one of the men then snidely remarked. Sylvie turned to look at him, taking in his appearance. He seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t exactly pinpoint it. Was it the accent? The demeanor?

“Yeah, I am,” Sylvie responded, crossing her arms as she looked up at the man. “I don’t know why I’m here, exactly.”

The man shrugged, taking a sip of whiskey from the glass in his hand. “Well, Ava, I could explain that to you, but I don’t think it’d make you happy.”

Sylvie narrowed her eyes. “That’s not my name. My name is—”

“It’s your name while you’re here.” The man coolly interrupted. “Now, you gonna relax and have a drink with us, or nah?”

Following the man’s question, a bit of a smug look formed on his face, as if he almost knew something about Sylvie. There was something surreal about this entire situation, and Sylvie wasn’t liking it one bit.

“I don’t… I don’t drink.”

The tricycle guy rolled his eyes. “This chick better not be as boring as Joey is…”

The man in the glasses scoffed, shooting a glance at him before looking back down at Sylvie. “You sure about that?” He asked, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“What do you mean?”

Interrupting their conversation, the man on the tricycle spoke up, taking a puff from the joint he was currently smoking. “Hey, Joey, can I have a piece of that candy?”

A dark-haired woman, who must’ve been Joey, took out a lollipop, sticking it in her mouth. “Get your own.”

The joint-smoker rolled his eyes. “Fuck you, too.”

He continued circling the pool table on the tricycle before speaking up again. “You grew up with a bunch of brothers and sisters, huh? I’m like… an expert at reading people.”

Joey raised an eyebrow as she sucked on her lollipop. “Oh, really?”

“Mhm. You’re like… a nanny or babysitter, looking after that kid. And,” the man turned around, gesturing to the various people in the room, starting with the blonde girl first, “teenage runaway hacker turned black hat for the feds.” He began to come up with his own observations about the rest of the individuals, such as “private security,” and an “explosives man.” His eyes then landed on Sylvie. “As for you, uh… I dunno, also gonna go with a teenage runaway.”

The man in the glasses let out a sharp chuckle, casting a quick glance at Sylvie before looking away from her. Joey was clearly unamused. “You might be the least perceptive person I’ve ever met.”

“How the fuck would you know that?”

Joey rolled her eyes. “You literally got nothing right, Dean. About anyone.”

“Crisp $100 bill right here if you can tell me one true thing about me.” The man in the glasses then offered. He took out his wallet, retrieving a $100 bill and waving it in front of Joey.

Unimpressed, Joey simply responded with a “pass.”

“Mhm.” Dean started doing laps around the pool table again, continuing to take hits off of his joint. “See? She’s a fraud.”

Joey glared at him before tilting her eyes at the man in the glasses, carefully analyzing him. A few seconds later, she threw out her observation. “You used to be a cop.” She casually stated.

Used to be a cop. Wait a second…

Peter’s eyes widened. “No way. Did he arrest you or something?”

Joey shook her head. “No. It’s the stance, the walk, the shoes.”

Sylvie’s gaze fixated on the man, her expression hardening. The more Joey spoke, the more she felt as though a pit was gradually forming in her stomach.

“Not to mention the standard-issue Glock, the shoulder holster, and he used police hand signals back at the house.”

Standard-issue Glock. Shoulder holster.

Sylvie tried not to think about it too much, but it was getting difficult. The man was looking more and more familiar by the second.

Then, that was when it all hit her. The glasses.

“Not a street cop. No, too smart. You need to be in control. So, I’m gonna say detective. Homicide or vice. And, he tries to hide it, but he’s from Queens. Probably only been up here a few years.”

Queens.

Sylvie could feel her chest tightening. It was definitely him. Joey’s description only confirmed her suspicions.

He was in my room. How the fuck did he even find me?

What the fuck is he even doing here?

Trying to push the thoughts out of her mind, Sylvie reached into the front pocket of the denim jacket she was wearing, taking out her wallet, taking out a $20 bill. Might as well see what Joey had to say about her. “Uh… how about me? I’m… curious.”

Joey took the $100 bill from the man before glancing at Sylvie. She carefully studied her for a few moments, then steadily approached her. “God, you poor thing.”

Sylvie raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, just look at you. Tortured artist, much? Most likely a loner, never really had any friends. You’re not from here, either. Chicago, I’m guessing?”

Sylvie slowly nodded. “Yeah… that would be correct.”

“You also seem like the kind of person who had to fend for yourself most of your life. You never had anyone, except for yourself.”

“How did you…?” Sylvie didn’t know what to say. She felt uncomfortable. Exposed.

Joey shrugged. “I suppose I have a talent for reading people.”

“Hey, uh, you do me, too?”

Joey turned around to glance at Peter, eyeing the bill that was in his hand. “I almost feel bad taking this… ‘cause you’ve basically got a fucking neon sign over your head that reads ‘muscle.’”

While Joey was analyzing Peter, Sylvie casted another quick glance at the bespectacled man that she was almost entirely certain was Adam. She had a multitude of questions, but she figured she’d might as well hold off until later, until she could talk to him privately.

“Quebec, right? You got bullied in school? Probably by Dad, too. So, when you got bigger than everyone else, you turned the tables. Made it into a career.”

Sylvie was alarmed by Joey’s skill at being able to pick apart people with such precision. All it took was just one look at somebody, and it was like she was able to figure out all of their secrets like it was nothing.

Next up was the blonde girl, Sammy. Grinning, she waved a $20 bill in front of Joey’s face.

“Wow, really? A twenty? That’s cheap, considering you come from money.”

Once again, Joey was spot-on. Sammy looked at her with a pleased smile on her face. “It’s true.”

“Which means you’re only in this for the kicks.” Joey continued. “You don’t get your hands dirty. You use a keyboard instead of a gun and tell yourself that makes what you do not as bad. Good luck when the illusion wears off.”

Sammy handed Joey the $20, a look of approval on her face. “Very good.”

Joey then approached the man next to Sammy who was wearing a leather jacket. “No money.” He said, chuckling.

“Then I’ll just leave it at ‘semper fi,’ and you’re getting off easy.”

Dean was left, and clearly he was offended that Joey hadn’t decided to bother with him. “Hold on, now, you forgot about me.”

Joey raised an eyebrow at him. “You don’t want me to do you.”

“Aw, c’mon. This is fun!”

“You’re not a professional.”

“I’m the best motherfuckin’ wheelman in this town.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t good, I said you’re not a professional. You’ve got… loose wiring. Probably a sociopath.”

With those words, Joey turned around. She was about to leave, when the man in the glasses let out a snide chuckle. “And you are a junkie.”

Joey stopped in her tracks, and the room went silent.

“Cop knows a junkie.” The man continued, taking a few steps towards Joey, carefully observing her. “Your little candy affectation, long sleeves, why you don’t wanna drink with us… you in recovery or something? How many days ya got? We gotta be worried about you?”

Sylvie was starting to feel even more uneasy than she had previously felt. Yeah, she was dead certain the man was Adam. The threatening aura was right there.

“No.” Joey calmly responded, staring him right in the eyes. As calm as she looked, even she appeared mildly intimidated.

“No?” Adam repeated, his voice quiet and cold. He got even closer to Joey, his face mere inches away from hers.

“Don’t ever fuck with me. I will know.”

“I’m gonna go check on the girl.” Joey then said. She turned back around and left, disappearing from everyone’s sight.

“I knew it. Junkies never share candy.” Dean commented with a chuckle. Adam turned around and gave a nonchalant shrug.

As he walked back over to the bar lounge, his gaze met Sylvie’s, and she swallowed nervously.

“You okay?” Sammy then asked. “Don’t mind Frank. Trust me, nobody here likes him.”

Frank? Oh, right… fuck.

Sylvie felt like she was going to panic. Now, she remembered everything — him staring at her through the mask he was wearing, standing right in front of her… when he briefly pulled down his mask to reveal his face. She remembered him holding some kind of syringe… and then it hit her.

He fucking kidnapped me, didn’t he?

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Sylvie eventually muttered, and she steadily approached Frank, staring at him directly the entire time. When she reached him, he looked down at her with a slight smirk.

“Well, you look exceptionally pissed.”

Sylvie narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, I am.”

“If you’re gonna start screaming at me, how about we take this somewhere private?”

“Yeah, gladly.”

Frank leaned against the wall in the hallway, looking down at Sylvie with a deadpan expression on his face as he patiently waited for her to speak.

“So…” he muttered, crossing his arms. “The fuck’s up with you?”

Sylvie drew in a deep sigh. “Why the hell are you here?” She asked. “That’s my first question. I moved to Massachusetts thinking I’d never see you again.”

“Both of us decided we needed a bit of change in our lives, didn’t we? Besides, I know you missed me.”

“Shut up.” Sylvie rolled her eyes. “What change?”

“Got bored.” Frank answered matter-of-factly. “Y’know, doing the same shit gets quite old after a while. Bored with my job, bored with my family, bored with my life. It wasn’t for me.”

“So, you quit being a cop and abandoned your family because you got… bored?”

“Mhm. What’s up with your life? It’s been a long five years, hasn’t it?”

Sylvie’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. Frank’s nonchalant demeanor about this entire situation was pissing her off. He just… didn’t care, but she couldn’t be surprised either. He was never really the kind of person to care about anyone or anything.

“I’ve been trying to turn my life around. I quit drinking and all the other shit I was doing. I’ve actually been doing great.”

“Quit drinking?” Frank repeated. “Suppose that means avoiding alcohol like the plague now, since you didn’t even want to have a sip of anything.”

Sylvie shrugged. “Decided that’s the best for me.”

“You’ll change your mind, eventually. The temptation’s always there. Just a matter of time before you give in to it.”

“You’re a real fucking asshole.”

Frank shrugged. “Just being honest. Now, what was the other question you were gonna ask me?”

“You fucking kidnapped me, didn’t you?”

Frank let out a small chuckle. “Shit, so you do remember everything. Yeah, I did, but I was just doin’ my job, y’know. I was given the order.”

“How the fuck did you know where I live?”

“You’d be surprised.”

Sylvie broke eye contact with Frank, unable to bring herself to look at him anymore. “So, you went from being a cop to a goddamn criminal? That’s ironic.”

“I learned some things by going undercover. Also, you still look the same, I see.”

Sylvie looked back up at Frank. “What do you mean?”

Frank gestured to the black lace skirt she was wearing. “Still dressing provocatively as usual, huh? God, do you dress like that on purpose?”

“You’re sick, you know that?”

Instead of responding to Sylvie, Frank only continued. “I’d be very surprised if you don’t have a boyfriend by now. Y’know, you’re the kind of girl that men would die to have.”

Sylvie tilted her head, an unimpressed expression on her face. “And you are a pervert.” She scoffed. “Also, what happened to your wedding ring? Got bored of your wife, too?”

Frank rolled his eyes. “You really had to ask that, didn’t you? I never even loved her in the first place.”

Before Sylvie could say anything else, Frank turned around, making his way back to the bar lounge. “Good talk, by the way.”

Sylvie just stood there and watched as he left, feeling a different combination of feelings all at once. She felt confused, and angry. She didn’t think she’d ever have to put up with Frank’s snarky, irritating attitude ever again, yet here they both were, now stuck in a mansion together.

(unrelated, but this scene from house md is basically just frank and sylvie’s dynamic in a nutshell 💀)

[anzynai]

HELLO EVERYONE!!! Hope y'all are having a good day

Listen listen listen??? For the 300 Follower Event-

What if Teru (From tbhk) had a partner, a lovely lover

Who's a gremlin, really please Teru can't even let them out of eyesight for 10 seconds, also they have so much energy like bro looks like they mix coffee + energized drinks and drink that shit every hour

Y/n having never ending stamina lmao!!

So like for a scenario: y/n tries to tickle Kou but it backfires on them, and just to say. . .but, Teru is canonically a bit sadistic so I let you imagine how "awful" the tickling was for poor y/n

They didn't Stand a chance 💀

NOW, I DISCOVERED YOUR BLOG NOT SO LONG AGO

But I know damn well I will zoom into your ask box again, it's your fault, why is your writing so fucking good? 👁️

So l SHALL BE NAMED froggy anon

-🐸 (If one of your anons already took this title I am hating on life)

Ciao~

HIII ur ask is so chaotic i love it, thanks for sending in a request!! im not going to lie, this one was really hard and might not really meet your expectatjons,, idk its been a while since ive seen teru so he is prob ooc and uh… reader might not rlly be as energetic as u wanted?? IDK I TRIED MY BEST IM SORRY…. BUT still, i dont think its bad so i hope u enjoy it regardless!!

and dw froggy anon is not taken LMAOO so ur good! hope to see u again soon<3

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“im gonna get you!!!!” you shouted. for some reason, you felt the overwhelming urge to annoy someone and kou happened to be the closest one around. however, having been friends with you for a while, he was used to you being like this, yet never really tried to prevent any of your antics so you took it as an invitation.

“NOHOHO TEHEHERU HELP!” kou cried the second you began tickling him. you froze, whipping your head around, meeting teru’s eyes. uh oh….!!!!

“t-teru?!” you cried out, looking like a deer in headlights.

“what are you doing to my brother?” he asked and you gulped. you could tell that question was just for show.

“we were just playing! isn’t that allowed?”

“sure,” teru smiled, but it looked a bit scary. “do you mind if i join?”

oh no, you were really in trouble now. kou had taken the time as a chance to escape and when you looked back, he was gone. how hadn’t you noticed?!

you looked back at teru, a menacing smirk on his face and oh, yes, that was why. still, you wanted attention and you knew teru would give it to you.

“sure!” and knowing what he was going to do, you decided you would get him first. you ran over, pouncing and tried to knead into his sides. apparently, he had anticipated this because he grabbed your wrists, restraining you quite easily.

“no! don’t tickle me!” you cried, shaking and flailing relentlessly, your nerves on fire. you just let yourself get caught by an evil tickle monster, what will you do?!

“can’t i?” he tilted his head, innocently, then using one hand to hold up your arms, he used his other to tickle your sides.

“NAHAHAHA!” you screeched, loudly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“so ticklish..” teru tsk’ed, with a gleam in his eye. he ventured your body— your ribcage, your sides, tummy, and even your back and hips. he did not let any spots go unnoticed and you were.. quite literally… dying.

“TEHEHEHEHERU!” you laughed, scrunching up your neck. tickling was a strange thing. you loved it, even if the sensations were nearly unbearable. it felt as if it was zapping up all your energy, but you didn’t want it to stop either. but wow, teru was brutal! you’ll get him back next time!

[itsmebytch001]

If I could give the suggestion of Aaron gaining full custody of Y/n in court with everyone happy and all while Diana is throwing a whole ass fit?💀 thx💙

(Love it! Fuck Diana and Phil)

After the 'hair incident' Aaron felt confident to move for full custody of you, he was sick of having to hand you over to her every weekend only for you to come back home moody, mute or mutilated and now that you were missing half your hair he had real evidence to push forward, and he had been planning to do so for months now and looking back wished he hadn't settled for majority and instead demanded full.

But today was his day in court, Diana had barley shown up the last few weeks but there she was standing across the room with an officer between them, as was Aarons request since you were still, untreatably quite afraid of her that Diana threw a whole tantrum about, cussing out the judge and being found guilty of contempt of court. The family had been basically coaching you to go on the stand and explain what had happened that night, how she held you down the carpet, how she screamed and cried as she cut off half your hair and how you ran out the house in the deep snow only to be by some miracle found by your Uncle Jeff while Diana stared you down from across the room along with Phil, causing you to simply stop speaking several times during the trial. Once Aaron noticed that Diana and Phil were staring you out he and the family (Rio Jeff and Miles) would simply stare back at them, the poor judge was so confused by this intense stare off from across the court he called a recess.

Closing statements was an emotional experience, everyone except Miles had a say...

Aaron: "Your honour, over the years Diana Nefratari has tried to tear my child apart only for her own pathological need to destroy. The affect she has on my daughter has only ever manifested in self destructive behaviours, Y/n is nine and has actively been hurting herself since she was 7, ripping out her hair with her bare hands and hitting her head against wall's and tables so hard I, and other family members have had to hold her in order to stop her, I believe fully that these are learned behaviours from Diana as I have seen her on so many occasions do the same things to herself, and I am afraid of how this will manifest as she grows older. She is both blatantly abusive and neglectful, from the December incident to not feeding her well over weekends to ripping out her hair with a brush only to later cut it off, and allowing Phil a grown man who I, nor the family know to hit her for simple childish mistakes, destroying my daughters things that make her happy, such as doll's, drawing's she done for her in front of her, to later love bombing her with expensive clothing and Bratz doll's that I believe she only buys to keep her silent about the previous weekend, there have been occasions where I have had to drag Y/n to the Deli down 11th street to be picked up by Diana she is so afraid of her own mother she would rather lock herself in her room than go be with her...

My daughter's childhood has been tainted by this woman who never cared about being a part of her life, she never even cared enough to learn how do her hair, or to take her to a salon, she never wanted her, and I am so sick of having to prove to this court and to CPS and who ever else that I'm a good father, and that I'm competent. I'm always picking up after this woman I am constantly trying to keep her in check so that when I hand Y/n back over to her I don't get another call saying that she was found on the side of the street bare foot and missing a coat. I am so tired and all I want is to able to raise my daughter without Mr's Nefratari influence, I am afraid of what her influence dose to her"

Once his statement was over he sat down next to you and took your small hand in his and held tight while Rio stood to the podium.

Rio: "Athem..Uh My name is Rio Morales, I am Y/n Davis auntie and...I have been present Y/n's whole life while Diana has only been present for the last 7 years, I had to teach Aaron how to lay her, feed and burp her. And it was me who tried to encourage Diana to seek help, for years I made excuses for her hoping she would get the help she needed...but at some point the way she was treating people, especially Y/n was no longer due to her illness but pure spite. I think truly under Diana's illness is a angry and...quite evil woman. After the December Incident when my husband brought her back home freezing I put her in a hot bath and saw how uncaring she took it that her own mother had done this to her,

she sat silently in the bath while I poured hot water down her back, she didn't cry she didn't scream she just sat and starred. I don't dare to think what might have happened if my some miracle my Husband wasn't there to find her, I too have seen the self harm mentioned earlier, a child slamming their head onto a marble table until they are stopped and being held down until she exhausted herself is never a normal thing, and I also believe that this is a learned behaviour. It is true that Myself and Diana got in a physical fight after she refused to sign the contract, and it is true that I hit her first, but I am exhausted, I have raised this baby and watched Diana undo all of it and then I made excuses for her for years, and she has sunken this family all because she is spiteful and petty, In my mind I have done all the work of raising her from a motherly point while Diana simply creates more problems for us...Thank you for your time"

She down next to Miles and nervously tabbed her foot while Jeff placed a hand on her shoulder and also took the stand.

Jeff: "Your Honour, My name is Jefferson Davis and I am, as you know a police officer, over each weekend I spend instead of being with my family patrolling the area of Grave Send listening out for domestic disturbance call's, and when ever I get one my mind immediately goes to Mrs Nefratari. There have been times where I park my car across her street and wait for a reason to go in there, a scream a smash a suspicious shadow anything. And it is only because of tracking that I found Y/n during the November incident, If I hadn't found I don't carte to think who would, I think Diana is both willingly incompetent and passively abusive, and I think it would be a grave mistake, and also underserving to continue to award her weekend custody"

He too sat down next to Rio and placed a hand on her tapping leg, the Judge looked over to the left side of the room where Diana and Phil sat.

Judge: "Dose the defence have a closing statement?"

Diana: "No, Your honour"

Judge: "Alright then, I will retire to deliberate" She bangs her gavel onto the stand as you and the family clear out the court and shuffle down the isle, Diana goes to exit too but is stopped by the dividing officer, she can't leave until you have exited the room, once your out the court house and it on the marble staircase outside looking out onto the street with passing cars and shuffling people Aaron see's how desperately you don't want to be there with your vacant expression looking out into nothingness. Aaron puts a hand on your shoulder and lightly pulls you into his chest and puts his head un top of yours.

Aaron: "Your doing great baby"

Y/n: "When can we leave?"

Aaron: "Soon,soon"

While Rio, Jeff and Miles all sit next to you Rio looks over to Aaron and gives him a sympathetic look not long after they are called back into the court, again you saw Diana with Phil standing down the hallway with the officer while she waved at you smiling sweetly, once Aaron see's this he turns your head away from her back to facing the door and marches you on.

Once back in the court room when your family all sits in a row you next to Miles kicking your feet Diana and Phil both shuffle back into the room. "All rise" Said the officer, Rio had to prompt Miles to stand as this was his first time in court as the Judge entered the room and sat back in her throne like chair.

Judge: "Will the defendant and the Plaintiff please rise"

Aaron and Diana stand while Aaron is till holding your small hand, he knows the odds are in his favour but he is still nervous.

Judge: "I Judge Branton, award Aaron Davis full custody of Y/n Nefratari Davis from today onwards with the power destoned on me from the state of New York City following evidence of Diana Nefratari's negligence and abuse. Diana Nefratari will still be owed supervised visits when ever the primary carer, Aaron Davis agrees. And due to the December 17th incident I hear by dissolve all of Diana's Nefrataris parental righ-"

Diana: "Excuse me?!"

Judge: "Mrs Nefratari please hold your words until I'm done"

Diana: "I don't understand she RAN out the house why Am I being punished because SHE wanted to be dramatic?!"

Judge: "Mrs Nefratari, please stop talking or I will have you removed from the court and we will continue with out you"

Diana: "That Is illegal! I have to be present or-"

Judge: "Mrs Nefratari please stop talking, this is your last warning"

Diana sat back down in a huff as the Judge continued.

Judge: "I am striking all of Diana Nefratari's parental rights, and imposing a temporary restraining order to carry through till the end of this month" He wacked his gavel on the stand again.

Judge: "Court is adjourned"

It was over. It was finally over and he had won, he would never have to see her again and neither would you, he could move on finally spend weekends with you, have the Friday dinners with the Morales he had always wanted it was over and he had won, and now Aaron would never admit this, especially to you but Aaron also wanted one over Diana for all she had put him through, and there was nothing that would upset her more than losing her parental rights, he looked over the room to see her crying her crocodile tears to Phil who stroked her back as she screamed over to the judge to change his mind, he scooped you up and held you to his chest.

Aaron: "We won baby! We won! You did so well" He kissed the top of your head as he felt himself tear up just a tad.

And while Aaron was ecstatic you were more solon, you had a apathetic look on your face and didn't return your Dad's hug, once he put you back on the ground you looked back over to your Mom hysterically crying and made eye contact with Phil who seemed to be angry with you.

Aaron: "Come on now baby let's go" He took your hand and shuffled out the court with The Morales's and once you were in the great hall you heard a scream you all turned around to see Diana had fully lunged past her guard and was speeding towards you.

Diana: "MY BABY HE'S TAKING MY BABY!" On lookers overserved confused.

Rio: "Oh my God, is she serious?"

Aaron covered your eyes with one hand and pressed your back to turn away from her and keep walking while you resisted, even though you were afraid, you wanted to see her.

Aaron: "Come on keep walking"

Y/n: "But she's upset"

Aaron: "I know but we gotta go like now" He pulled you further down the hall.

Diana: "AARON! YOU BRING HER BACK SHE'S MINE!" You again turned back to look at her only to see Rio and Jeff had formed a human wall to block you vision of her, but you could still hear her scream for you.

Diana: "Y/N! MOMMY LOVES YOU!"

Jesus Christ when will she stop? Aaron thought to himself hurrying you faster out the great hall while Diana was tackled down by security.

While the five you shuffled out the building and made it out the onto the side walk Aaron could not help but grin to himself as his brother congratulated him for finally winning full custody.

Jeff: "I can't believe you did it Man, Full custody and only supervised visits that's basically un heard of for men"

Rio: "I'm just disappointed it took so long"

While the adults chatted away Miles noticed you simply looking sadly at the floor still loosly holding Aarons hand.

Miles: "Ay, you okay?"

...

Miles: "Hello? Earth to Y/n" He waved his hand in front of you.

Y/n: "I'm okay"

Miles: "You don't look okay"

Y/n: "I'm fine Miles"

Miles: ""I saw your Mom back there she looked pretty upset"

Y/n: "I know"

Miles: "Do you think she's okay?"

Y/n: "I don't wanna talk about it"

Miles: "..okay"

Rio: "How about we get something to eat?"

Jeff: "yeah that sounds great, where should we go?"

Aaron lightly pulled on your hand.

Aaron: "Where you wanna go baby?"

...

Y/n: "I want to go home"

[wind-up-thancred]

Hey I saw ur Thancred face mod and wanted to say…thank you so much!!!! And I miss his old face 🥺 do you think it’s possible to ever get it back? I’m tempted to learn modding just to fix up my boy bc they really massacred him 💀

hi anon! im glad you like the mod. yeah i dont blame you for missing the old face lol, i took one look at it in textools when the patch dropped and went "wtf did they do to my boy... 😢" i think it depends on what you mean by "getting his old face back":

-if you want to start with the 7.0 base face, you could probably open it up in blender next to his old face and use the sculpt tool to physically sculpt his mesh to be closer to what it used to be, but i think past the lips there isn't too much else on the actual geometry to change— maybe his nose and jawline? but to me it feels like a lot of the change also happened to his normal maps, which are the textures that add extra shading detail and volume to the face. the old textures cant be ported over because the new mesh isn't laid out for them, buuuut im aware of a tool being developed currently in the ffxiv loose texture compiler for automatically transforming the old textures to match the new mesh layout. will that work for thancred's unique face? i'm not sure, but it could be worth a try— im fairly certain his unique sculpt is an edited version of one of the male midlander faces, so once that specific face is supported in the tool, it might work. if not, you can always manually adjust the new normal map while referencing the other one. -if you want to start with the OLD 6.58 base face, i believe there is a blender script going around (i saw it in the textools discord last iirc?) for converting old face sculpts to new ones. this is necessary because the new faces have QUITE a few new bones in them that need to be rigged, or else the face will not animate. from there, you MIGHT have to convert some of the old textures as well, but i'm not 100% sure, i think it depends on how well they work at baseline for 7.0. i know there's still a legacy skin shader in the game for older faces since not all of them have been updated yet, so you might be able to switch it to that so that the old textures still work. if that sounds like A Lot, uh... i dont blame you 😅ive been learning xiv modding for about two years ish now so ive got a lil bit of know-how under my belt, but if you want somewhere good to start, i would recommend joining the textools discord, there are multiple channels there for people to ask questions about how modding works, how to mod specific things, lots of tutorials, etc, and im sure therell be something in there to help you along. buuuuut in the meantime, i HAVE seen two other existing mods so far on XMA that do both of the things i mentioned before: https://www.xivmodarchive.com/modid/109670 this one seems to be a very good version of the first fix, where they went in and sculpted his new 7.0 face to be closer to the old one to a higher extent than i did, with his lips, jaw, and nose tweaked. it doesnt have heterochromia or scruff like mine does but i think you should theoretically be able to do that easily— feel free to send another ask if you want me to explain how i did it on my mod. https://www.xivmodarchive.com/modid/109665 this one, meanwhile, is the second fix— they ported the old face model over the new one. it has stubble and no heterochromia but again, if you want to change either of those, id be happy to explain how i did it. i have not tested either of these myself so i have no clue how well these work in-game but im sure they work fine!! i hope either of those help you out and if not i wish you good luck on your modding journey.... esp learning blender ^^" its a pain in the ass at first but trust me it feels really really good once youve figured stuff out!

[mistressemmedi]

https://www.tumblr.com/mistressemmedi/740063884004802560/anyways-the-funny-thing-about-the-dakar-is-that?source=share

Can you explain the full story, please?

Absolutely but we need to start from the beginning. Back in the 70s this French madlad, Thierry Sabine, got lost in the Sahara while competing in another rally raid. He made it back to civilization and thought to himself "This was a great experience, we should make it a regular thing! Rally raids in the desert!" so, in 1977, Thierry organized a large scale rally that would cross the whole Sahara - starting point would be Paris and the end would be the capital of Senegal, Dakar.

I guess Thierry was not the only madlad around because 180+ other drivers/riders etc decided to join in on the fun. Popularity rose the following few years thanks to big name entries such as Jacky Ickx. The rally was very much an adventure: you got a general map indicating stops you should make on your way to Senegal and... That was kind of it. No teams, no real backup. People showed up in modified everyday cars, someone even raced in a modified Rolls Royce lmao

So by 1982. the rally was kinda known but it wasn't the scale it was today. Enter our main character: Mark Thatcher, absolute weapon of a man (honestly, look him up... Man does not sound like he's the sharpest tool in the shed lmao) and unfortunate son of one Margaret Thatcher (prime minister of England at the time). He decides to enter the rally with his lil Peugeot 504 with no real prior experience besides racing Le Mans twice (which... uh, very different from a rally in the desert). So he starts off with his co-driver and mechanic in tow and gets lost in the desert. It happens, right? People usually turn up after a day or so. Well, after 3 days he's officially declared missing and mommy dearest is informed. Obviously the son of the Prime Minister being lost somewhere in the Sahara is quite a big deal, so the news was all over that, and Old Maggie decided to flex some of that British muscle - a rescue is launched, involving three separate countries who sent out military aircrafts to search for this moron in the desert, as well as Algeria dispatching its soldiers to find the guy.

After a few days, Mark is found about only 50 kms away from the main route of the race 💀 which caused quite a bit of embarrassment on an international scale to his mom.

Anyways, bad publicity is still publicity after all, and by the year after there were 450+ entries to the rally which included big name manufacturers such as Porsche etc. and it evolved in the crazy 2 week rally that we know today!

Bonus - Quotes from Mark Thatcher about the whole ordeal:

Before competing he said:

"I've now raced in Le Mans and other things – this rally is no problem."

In 2004, Thatcher wrote about his experience:

"I did absolutely no preparation. Nothing."

"We must have hit something. ... We stopped. The others stopped too, took a note of where we were and went on. But the silly bastards – instead of telling everyone we were 25 miles east when they finished the section, they told them we were 25 miles west."

"So The Boss (the prime minister) does entirely the right thing, picks up the phone to the ambassador in Algiers and says, "Can you find out what is going on?" The ambassador then rings the prefect of the region who says there are four people missing and that I am one of them."

[bodrewritten]

Daughter of Discord Rewritten Chapter 10: Seven Years Later

May 23rd, 4:04 PM

Cw: child abandonment 💀

"Now make a wish and blow out the candles!" Pinkie Pie shouted from above, popping up from below to hug both Screwball and Dinky.

The seven-layer cake sitting in front of Dinky and Screwball had thirty candles, fifteen for each of them. The party was held at Screwball's this year, and a good thing too, because there were many guests and much space was needed.

"Quick, quick!" A young pony said. "Make a wish before they melt!"

Cheese sandwich picked up the young foal, carrying him on his shoulder. "C'mon Doodle-Palooza, give them time to think about it first!"

Screwball looked to her friend. "You ready?"

Dinky nodded. "On three."

"One…" they counted together, "two-"

"wait, after saying three or in place of saying three?"

"uuhh, after!"

They inhaled simultaneously and extinguished the tiny flames while Fluttershy snapped a picture. There were cheers from every pony and a cry from a baby.

"I got this one!" Discord declared, rushing to a purple baby carriage. He took a baby bottle out of his bag and fed it to the infant. "Here you go, little fella! My zany little buddy!"

The young colt let out a burp, coughing up white fire. "That's my special boy!"

Discord put his hands around the birthday girls' shoulders. "So what did you gals wish for?" He smirked and slinked a gift box across their table.

"I wished that Dinky's wish would come true," Screwball said.

"Aw, thanks, Screwy!" Dinky sniffed.

"In that case," the draconequus said, "what'd you wish for, Miss Doo?"

The unicorn blushed. "Uh…I wished for…muffins!"

Lightning Dash chuckled lightly. "Classic dinks."

Discord smiled and snapped up a plate of assorted muffins. "Here you are, but I think you should have the cake first."

The foals scrambled into a line as Discord cut the chocolate-frosted yellow cake. "Here you go, girls," Discord said, handing Dinky and Screwball each a slice.

The latter gasped as the plate floated out of her hands and over to a high chair. There sat a gray foal with a lock of pink hair and swirly red eyes. He clapped his hooves as the cake landed in front of him

"Zany!" Fluttershy exclaimed, swiping the dessert out of his reach. "this belongs to your sister!"

"That's okay, Mom," Screwball assured her as she took back her cake.

When Zany had arrived, Screwball had been worried that this meant she was no longer special, but after spending time with her new baby brother, they became the best of siblings. Zany was just as crazy as she was; only he was little and had less control over his powers. It had surprised everyone that he looked more creature-like than Screwball, but at about this time, it had become the norm as more species came to live in ponyville.

The other guests included the mane six, Apple Blossom and her parents, Cinnamon Twist and Maple Cinnamon, Taco Grandé, Autumn Glory, and of course, Dinky's mother, Derpy. Thunder and lightning arrived late from a visit to cloudsdale.

"I'm glad I have a day to hang out with you guys. I've been so busy with preparations for the Grand Galloping Gala next week," Twilight sighed.

Thunder Dash practically vibrated with excitement standing next to Rainbow Dash.

"you're gonna be performing that night?"

Rainbow Dash noogied his head and took him under her wing, quite literally. "Of course! Tell ya what, you and your friend lightning wanna go to flight school right? Work on the coast? Apply for roaring gales academy. Tell em' Rainbow Dash sent ya."

Lightning and thunder looked at each other in amazement. They squealed and bro-hoofed before digging into the cake."

"yer spoilin' those kids, darlin." Applejack laughed and kissed Rainbow Dash. They sat on a beanbag as Dash laid her head into her arms.

"what can I say? I got'a soft spot for cloudsdalites. And farm girls-" Rainbow was plonked on the head by her girl, and they play-fought as the others ate.

"I can't wait to see Apple Bloom," Applejack sighed. "I haven't seen her or the others since Hearth's Warming Eve."

"They sure have been busy," Rarity said. "I mean they're performing at the biggest event in all of Canterlot! Not to mention they only just returned from their tour in Las Pegasus."

Sometime after they had graduated from school, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had formed a band. Even though they had received their cutie marks long ago, the name the Cutie Mark Crusaders had stuck. All around Equestria, they held events to help ponies find their own marks.

"Flurry Heart will be there too," Fluttershy pointed out. "And you all like her, don't you?"

"of course," Screwball pleaded. "But you still want me to wear a dress?"

"well, it doesn't have to be a dress, but it's a formal event. Even your father's wearing something fancy."

"That reminds me!" Rarity exclaimed. "You two have to open your presents!"

Dinky squealed and raced towards the mountain of gifts.

It was tradition that after the double birthday party, the girls would sleepover. They especially loved Screwball's home because of all the fun rooms.

"Girls, time for bed!" Fluttershy called.

The teenagers groaned.

"Mom, we're fifteen!" Screwball insisted. "Can't we stay up just this once?"

"we were just about to glue stuff to the ceiling with this hot glue gun!"

"Sorry, girls," the pegasus said, ushering them to Screwball's room, "but Rarity wants you all at the shop in the morning to try on your gowns."

Her daughter sighed. "Okay, Mama, we'll go to bed."

That did not necessarily mean they would sleep. The night air was cool and crisp, as the gala took place on the last day of May. Screwball's room was littered with trinkets, illuminated with dainty fairy lights.

"Guess what I heard about Gold Digger!" Lightning Dash whispered once Fluttershy had shut the door.

"What?" Apple Blossom asked, sitting up from her sleeping bag.

Lightning gestured for them to move closer. "His dad made him get a job, but no one would take him in! He had to work on the... ROCK FARM!"

The four mares burst out laughing, but then got quiet when they heard Fluttershy.

Screwball listened with her super hearing as her mother flew to her room. "Coast is clear."

"How did Gold Digger get on a rock farm?" Cinnamon Twist inquired. "His dad is the biggest businessman in town!"

"something about a blue-collar attitude adjustment," Lightning smirked. "I don't blame him."

"There is justice in the world," Screwball giggled. "My only regret is that I wasn't responsible for it."

"y'know, I never been to the gala!" Autumn Glory expressed. "Mama Rarity didn't want me to mingle with that kinda crowd."

"It's kind of dull," Screwball said flatly. "Well, until Daddy and I shake it up a bit!"

"Don't forget the Wonderbolts!" Lightning exclaimed. "You can never get bored watchin' em' do their tricks!"

"And the food is great!" Dinky piped. "Plus, with the Cutie Mark Crusaders, this should be the best Grand Galloping Gala ever!"

"I hope so," Apple Blossom said. "I want this night to be the best night ever!"

"How so?" Lightning asked slyly. "Are you going to ask my brother to dance?"

The yellow pony blushed. "What?!"

"Come on, Blossom," Screwball said, rolling her eyes. "We all know you and Thunder have been digging on each other since the day you met!"

"So? If I embarrass myself that could all change."

"We'll help you," Screwball assured her. "What are friends for?"

The mares went quiet as a low cackle echoed throughout the room and lightning flashed.

"If you don't go to sleep right now, you won't have any friends!"

Lightning, Dinky and Apple Blossom shrieked while Screwball simply rolled her eyes.

"Dad, that's not funny!"

"Don't make me get the balloons!"

She ducked under the covers. "Goodnight!"

"What's so scary about balloons?" Lightning inquired.

Her question was answered when a bunch of balloons with crooked grins surrounded them and started laughing. The girls squealed and hid in their sleeping bags.

"Okay, okay! We'll go to sleep!"

The balloons disappeared in a flash. "Sweet dreams, girls!"

"Pssst," Dinky whispered, nudging her friend. "Screwball, are you asleep?

Screwball groaned and sat up in bed. "How would I answer that if I was?"

"I have to tell you something, and you have to Pinkie Promise to keep it a secret."

"Is it about what you really wished for today?"

"How did you know?"

"Dinky, I can tell when you're lying."

"Right. You still have to Pinkie Promise."

Screwball wearily made the gesture. "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."

Dinky looked down at their sleeping friends on the floor and leaned toward Screwball. "I wished that my dad would come to the gala."

The earth pony scoffed. "I was wondering when you were gonna tell me."

"You mean you know?"

"I'm your best friend, Dink. I've seen the way you look when your mama brings him up."

The unicorn hugged her friend and Cried ever so gently, so as to not rouse any pony awake. "Ma said she doesn't know if he's even alive. Maybe he would've stayed if I was normal. My parents wouldn't have to do so much to take care of me because of my eyes-"

"Dinky..." Screwball sighed. She rubbed circles into her Friend's back. "I dunno what to say. I'm not the best with these kinds of things." She sniffled and laid down. "I'm sorry Dinky. Auntie Twilight said Your dad was a great stallion. He loved you. And I'm sure he would've stayed if he could. It was a freak accident, okay? None of it was your fault."

Dinky sighed. "I know. I know he wouldn't leave me on purpose like that. Maybe you're right, but you can't tell any pony, especially not ma."

"I won't. But you'd better. You might feel better if you talk about him."

"So now that I've told you my secret, can you tell me yours?"

Screwball's smile faded. "What secret?"

"I don't know." The unicorn looked toward the open window. "Maybe why you left a chocolate bar at your window?"

Panicking, Screwball made the evidence vanish from sight. "What chocolate bar?"

Dinky rolled her mismatched eyes. "Really? How stupid do you think I am?"

"You're not…" She sighed in defeat. "Fine. But you have to Pinkie Promise now."

Once that was done, Screwball whispered as low as she could. "You remember a few years ago, when you thought I had a special some pony?" Dinky nodded. "Well…you weren't entirely wrong."

The unicorn gasped. "Why didn't you tell me?! I'm your best friend!"

"I can't tell you. It's nothing personal, Dinky. It's just that if my dad found out, I'd be in big trouble, so the fewer ponies who know, the better. Anyway, he loves chocolate, so I leave some out for him in case he comes by."

"He visits you in your sleep?! Talk about a stalker!"

"It's the only way he can see me these days. His mother's…very controlling. I haven't actually seen him in a while, but if I wake up and the chocolate is gone, I know he's been here."

Dinky stared with her mouth open in wonder. "Have you…kissed?"

Screwball glanced down. "No. It wasn't anything like that, but…I don't think we need to."

"Oh. So I guess we'd better go to sleep then."

"Huh?"

"Well, if your special some pony does come tonight, I don't think he'd want us to see him."

Screwball smiled. "There's not an ounce of stupidity in you, Dinky. You're the smartest pony I know."

The two best friends slid back under the covers and closed their eyes. Before Screwball drifted to sleep, she wondered what Mothball was doing. She had not seen him since her twelfth birthday and he had been coming less and less, but he never forgot her birthday. Whatever his mother was doing to him, she was keeping him on a tight leash. She had only met the queen once, so Screwball could only imagine what she was putting the prince through.

Autumn Glory spoke up from below, in her sleeping bag. "Dinky, if it's all the same, I never met my dad neither."

Dinky smiled at her and whispered: "do you miss him? Even though he left you? I'm mad at him, but if I saw him I'd jump into his hooves."

"yeah, I feel exactly the same dinks. But if we always think of what could'a been, we can't see our future."

Screwball closed her eyes and turned away in contemplation. What could have been...

Mantis circled his royal brother as he sat upright on the throne. "Now, what have we learnt about love?"

"It is weakness for the victim, but strength for us," Prince Mothball said with indifference.

"What are the Equestrians?"

"The enemy."

"And what is your duty?"

"I must find food for the hive, drain the enemy of their power, and take my rightful place as ruler of the changelings." Mantis scowled.

"And what must you do to anyone who tries to stop you?"

"I must dispose of them."

Chrysalis chuckled darkly. From behind them. Mothball flinched as she trotted towards them. "You are ready."

"Mother, may I go hunting now? I am quite famished."

"Very well. Go, boy. Reclaim your pride!"

Once the hive was out of sight, Mothball let out a relieved sigh. He thought he would never get out of there! He had not fibbed about being hungry, but the main reason he said it was so he could see Screwball. It was her birthday and this time, he was going to let her see him. After going six months without visiting her, he was more desperate than ever!

Back in the hive, Mantis sat next to his mother.

"follow him."

He was over the Everfree Forest when a thought occurred to him. What if he were to accidentally feed on her, especially when his stomach was this empty? It was best to fill up first, so he changed his course toward Ponyville.

Since it was so late at night, few ponies were out and about. Mothball ducked inside an alley as his eyes followed a grey pegasus. He had much improved in his mind reading and took the form of the first stallion that appeared in the mare's mind. Sometimes, he could make out the pony's name. He couldn't this time.

"Lightning? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at Screwballs party?" Aquafresh questioned.

Mothball cast a spell on her, turning her disproportionate eyes green. She would forget all about this experience. He should really sift through the ponies he can turn into!

Screwball! He nearly forgot! He was about to take off when a vase of roses caught his eye. He was sure the owner would not miss one flower.

The flight to the chaotic cottage seemed to take no time at all. Before he knew it, he was at Screwball's bedroom window. As usual, a bar of chocolate was sitting there, but that was not the first thing he noticed. He stared at the young mare's face as she slept peacefully. She looked even prettier than last he saw her. How he longed for her to open her eyes, so he could stare into infinity.

He stiffened as he heard a snore that had not come from Screwball. He looked closer to see the unicorn friend sleeping beside her. He glanced down at the floor and finally noticed two other mares in the room.

The traditional sleepover had completely slipped his mind! There was no way he was going to let her see him now. The others might wake up! He wished they would just take him in if they did. Play dress up with him and just make him an equal that they could call names and play with. That could never be.

He sighed sadly as he took the bar of chocolate, replacing it with the rose.

"Happy Birthday, Screwball," the prince whispered.

He stole one more glance at her before chasing after some particularly loving rats along an alley.

A loud crash rang throughout the quiet room, startling the ponies awake as bits and pieces flew asunder! No pony spoke for a beat.

"you said you didn't glue anything to the ceiling yet?"

"I be lying, my bad."

[ashenwinds]

@multisuperfluity continued from here 💀

It wasn't often that the redhead took to tinkering by himself. It wasn't that he couldn't, merely that he enjoyed having others there to share in the experience. And to talk to. Phineas was a talker, social more than anything, but every once in a while he just had to get the creativity out. Granted this project had been a little ambitious but, in truth, he hadn't expected it to work. What were the odds a device that teleported random things from world to world would work first try? He figured there could be no real harm in it. And boy, was he wrong. It was supposed to be something simple, an apple or a pencil, not a giant, somehow living, skeleton. Uh oh.... He still tried to offer a smile, hoping to appear more friendly than the other did. "Not magic...science, actually. But it wasn't supposed to bring you here...I guess it worked a little too well. Um...I can probably send you back if you give me a few minutes?"

     Majority of their life has been spent as a skeleton, away from the world outside of the pirate's life. They could hardly say science could do such a high level of thing that magic could better describe. Whatever had dragged them away felt more like magic. . . or perhaps another curse.      To be in an unfamiliar place is irking, but the fact they are landlocked is the worst. Attention shifts to their right arm, letting the fire rise beneath the crystals -- testing to see if it still works. Relief when the heat blossoms and the flames flicker.      Chi snorts, turning back to the one nearby, “ If it had not meant to take me from my crew, then why did it? Sounds very much like the magic those seers use. ” There is an edge to their tone, not quite hostility but an underlying hiss. Curiosity does grip their interest, a shift of their shoulders back and staring into the distance. So unfamiliar. . . “ What even is this place. . .? Untouched by pirates or those companies. ” It reeks of earth and life, something the cannot describe, and hints of metal.

[gamerbearmira]

I have a new au and i felt like dropping out here:

Court AU

the premise is that the "back wall" of each of the magic rooms + Mirabel's wardrobe are not the actual back wall, and if the corresponding Madrigal figures this out or is told, they can access a magical Court as its ruler, and from them on preside over the creatures of the Court, which vary depending on the Court. They also get magical outfits and secondary forms <3

Bruno was the first to find his Court, the Court of Time. He was looking for a new place in his room to hide from Alma before she could scold his for another negative outcome when he found a hole in the wall under the sand. He has rats and little critters made of emerald glass as his courtiers, and can turn into a large emerald rat at will.

Isabela was next to find her Court, when she was exploring her room at the age of eight. She'd discovered the false wall shortly after her ceremony, but in her room, her Court was hidden behind two other large rooms with false backs, each gallery the combined distance of all those before it, and less maintained as you go back. The Galleries were quite large, so it took Isabela a while to reach the Third Curtain. She presides over the Court of... uh... basically it's plants and everything encompassed on the existence of plants, but she's so working out a name that accurately describes it, because really it's kind of the cycle of life and death and the passing of living things that creates nutrients and the absorption of nutrients and-

-and plants and plant stuff encompasses quite a bit of stuff! She also kind of has an alliance with fungi, which technically aren't under her domain but are deeply intertwined with plants. Isabela's Court is populated by Courtiers (capital C), which are a sort of sentient animated Fae-plant that hijacks disused skeletons and skins. Isabela's alternate form is a clouded leopard Courtier. (Do not expect the other to have quite this much as Isabela is my favorite)

Dolores rules the Court of Sound, which she found by listening to the flutter of near-silent moth wings. Her Court consists mainly of large moth creatures and owl things and rabbitfolk. I have not yet decided on an alternate form for her.

Luisa found the Court of Myths, populated by fantastical creatures from fables and folktales. Most of her courtiers are from the more "classical" mythologies - that is, European legends. Cerberus, unicorns, pegasi, creatures of that ilk. Luisa's alternate form is a draft unicorn.

Camilo has his Court of Change, accessible via a mirror. His courtiers are mirrorbeasts, creatures with a transparent, malleable form. They are usually found in the shape of trickster animals, such as foxes, crows, and snakes, or mimicry masters, like the lyrebird or octopus. Camilo himself can turn into a mirrorbeast if he so wishes.

Sweet Mirabel gets the Court of Magic, also known as the Court of Butterflies, as many of her courtiers are large, magical lepidopterans, although those are not the only creatures in her Court. One of her main advisors is Casita itself. She found her Court through a secret passage in the back of her wardrobe, a la Narnia, although she can access it deliberately. Her magical shape is a large gold and blue butterfly.

Antonio finds the Court of Animals shortly after receiving his Gift, with the help of his prima Mirabel. As the name implies, his courtiers are animals. Nothing else is yet known about his Court-related magic.

Julieta, Pepa, and Alma never found their Courts.

SO COOL❓❗❓❗ no bit really do do think its a cool idea. Ngl, when I first read that I was like "Court? So Ace Attorney?" Like i for thought you was about to propose a Law AU 💀 ANYWAYYYY Yeah, I like the idea! Gotta search for em or be told about it, that's a nice touch. F in chats for Julieta, Pepa and Alma. No loyalty <\\\333 jkjk.

I like Mirabel's and Camilo's, and Luisa's. The most. BUT THEY'RE ALL GREAT...They're just so cool to me in particular. Esepcially the creatures that populate the court, like that is such a unique idea, instead of just people (though even if it was just people, I'd still be down wit it.) Overall, I really do like the idea.

[uva-academy-vio]

💀 -tell me of loss

the old king is dead

[tw for an abusive family member]

"Why'd you want a haircut anyways? You don't look that bad yourself, honestly."

"Thanks, but I know you're saying this because you're never gonna get a haircut in your life."

"True. But I know you're avoiding my question. We ARE friends, y'know you can talk to me, right?"

"..Sorry. Not used to trusting people outside of Jasper yet."

"I understand."

"...I'll tell you."

"You know you don't ha-"

"No. It's.. it's fine. Really."

"Okay, if you insist. This ride's gonna take us a while, anyways."

"Yeah. Anyways, I need you to know this, but I, uh, wasn't born as a boy. At this point you probably know by now. But I pretty much looked the same as I do now when I was little, but minus the eyelashes. It's mascara."

"Makes sense. And I'm trans too. You can continue."

"Thanks. Um, I don't tell anyone this at all, but I have an older sibling."

"What're they like?"

"Getting there."

"Sorry."

"You're good. They only cared about battling. About challenging the league. About becoming the champion. We're from Galar, so you know about the league there by now. Mr. Unbeatable Leon who got defeated by 13 year old Ms. Jasper "Hurricane King" Furies who then quit being champion a year later. Anyways. My sibling. Right. They were watching TV one day, and that happened to be the day that Champion Furesawa became the first champ of Alola's league. They were PISSED. They couldn't take their anger out on mom, and dad was long gone by then, so they took their anger out...on me."

"Holy fucking shit. Sorry for interrupting and all but that must've really sucked. No offense."

"None taken. It did. Can I continue?"

"Yeah. Go ahead, dude."

"So by now I've already decided that I'm gonna finish the gym challenge and become a champion. Not because I want to, but out of spite. However, I'd very much NOT like it if my sibling goes to Paldea just because they recognized my face when the new champions of Paldea's league were announced. They'd kill me. So that's why I've changed my name, the instruments I play, and soon, my hair. That's also pretty much why I moved to Paldea in the first place. And besides, I've wanted to bleach my hair for a WHILE."

"I'm in full support of you, Vio. If you want, I can make you something later?"

"That'd be great."

"Welp, y'know what they say. The old king is dead, so-"

"...Long live the king."

[ailendolin]

🎁: Julian from bbc ghosts

Sorry it took so long to write your prompt ficlet, anon, but here it is!

Next up:

💀 Near-death experience - Milton Bones, Mike Peabody & Death

Ask Game is here. Filled prompts are here, here & here on AO3.

Prompts for this ask game are closed.

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Trouble

🎁 Presents

“Julian!”

Behind Julian, Thomas snickered. “Uh oh, someone’s in trouble.”

“Julian Fawcett!” Alison hissed as she came into the room with a parcel under her arm, pointing a finger at him. “Any idea why this was delivered to my home when I don’t remember ordering anything?”

Julian glanced over his shoulder at Thomas, saw his eyes widen in guilty realisation and parroted with a smug grin, “Uh oh, someone’s in trouble.”

“Apologies, Alison,” Thomas hurried to say before he threw a glare in Julian’s direction. “This … this may be partly my fault, although in my defence I thought Julian would ask you first.”

Alison gave him a disappointed look that made him visibly shrink back before she heaved a heavily annoyed sigh, shook her head and opened the parcel.

“What the …” she began to say as she pulled out a children’s doll. When she pressed the little star on its hand, a slightly mechanical voice began to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Alison looked up at Julian and Thomas. “Do I even want to know?”

“It’s not for me if that’s what you’re implying,” Thomas said, holding up his hands. “It’s a present for Jemima.”

When Alison looked to Julian for confirmation, Julian nodded. “We wanted to surprise her.”

Sceptical, Alison put down the doll, crossed her arms in front of her chest and nodded for him to go on.

“Her birthday’s coming up – at least we think it is. Hard to tell after all these years, you know?” Julian said with a shrug as if he couldn’t care less. “And genius here thought getting her another doll would be a good idea.”

“She’s been hosting tea parties with Dante, for god’s sake,” Thomas exclaimed. Then, a little more softly, he said, “Robin says she used to play with the plague children but well … they’re all gone now. I just – I thought she might feel a little less lonely with another companion.”

He looked at her with such soulful eyes that Alison found it impossible to stay angry with either of them. “That’s … that’s actually kind of sweet. But–“ She glanced down at the bill. “Fifty pounds? Couldn’t you have chosen one that’s a little cheaper?”

“Julian was adamant it needed to sing,” Thomas muttered with a look in Julian’s direction.

“Because I’m tired of her singing Ring a Ring o’ Roses all the time!” Julian defended himself. “Don’t tell me you’re not. It’s creepy.”

Thomas bit his lip and looked back at Alison. “Jemima’s repertoire is quite limited.”

“And anyway, the cheaper dolls all sounded bloody awful,” Julian added.

Alison looked like she wanted to argue that this one didn’t sound particularly good either but in the end she just sighed and said, “All right, the doll can stay but let me be very clear: this is the last time you order anything online without my permission, Julian. We don’t have the money for this kind of thing right now.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Julian said with a wave of his hand while Thomas lowered his head and apologised again. “We really meant no harm.”

“I know,” Alison sighed. “Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

————

It did happen again.

Jemima was enamoured with her new doll, and whenever she shyly asked Julian to make it sing, Julian would grumble in pretend annoyance before he followed her quiet request. It became a thing, and all it took was Jemima mentioning one day that she didn’t the dark for him to sneak back to the computer and order a night light in the shape of a star for her. It arrived two days later while he playing chess with Robin.

“Julian Fawcett!”

Robin looked up at him. “Sound like someone in trouble. Dooka-dooka.” Then he grinned. “Checkmate.”