#How much sooner would this have come out if this kind of joke was considered less funny?

[quarterlifecrisis-activated]

This line has haunted me for a while now. It was a line I overlooked but it still felt important. It’s not just about Zheng’s ship but piracy as a whole. Piracy in the show is a male dominated field run under toxic masculinity and pressures. Throughout season 1 the idea gets reinforced that piracy is just this way, and to survive and thrive you have to conform to its standards. Izzy and Calico Jack and even the Badminton twins have this firm idea of what piracy is and should be.

Let’s look at season 1 episode 1. Stede as captain and the Revenge as a whole is played as a joke pirate ship. We know that the crew is considered bottom of the barrel when it comes to what you would want for a bloodthirsty pirate horde. Throughout the season this is pointed out over and over again. Izzy says that they’re not real pirates and I agree. At least they’re not real pirates as set by the standard of piracy. The crew are kind, they do crafts and like to be read to. Pirates don’t have friends and they don’t make things they steal them. Pirates also don’t live long. Most of the pirates Ed knows are dead. Frankly, the only reason Ed, Izzy, Fang, and Ivan are probably still alive is because Blackbeard doesn’t actually have to do raids because everyone surrenders. I firmly believe that if Stede and the crew tried to be “real” pirates they would’ve all died. Stede is not a good pirate by the end of season 1. Honestly, I don’t really think he’s trying to be. He doesn’t actually want to be a pirate, I mean if you told that man that he’d be responsible for a pirate fleet he’d probably faint. By the end of season 1 you could make the argument that the way Stede runs his ship is not conducive to successful piracy. That is until you meet Zheng Yi Sao.

Needless to say that Zheng is the most successful pirate we’ve seen on the show. Her fleet is massive and she conquered China. She’s an amazing pirate and she also defies the standard for piracy set by season 1. Her crew of the Red Flag (much like the Revenge) have communal activities, good food, they’re open with each other. If being successful as a pirate means adhering to toxic ideals where you’re on your own and you have to stab each other in the back to survive, Zheng’s fleet should be like that. But it’s not. Because true success is not about if you can get the thing you want but how long you can hold onto it. The other way leads to death and mutiny because being individualistic means you cannot be loyal to anything but your own self interest. With how spread out Zheng’s fleet is it would be so easy for someone to mutiny and take some of her ships. We can see Zheng fosters a sense of camaraderie among her crew. Season 2 shows that the idea that piracy is mean and toxic because it has to be is wrong. I’m sure if they got a season 3 they’d further develop this point.

Notably, Zheng’s crew are mostly all women. Much like the Revenge, these crews are full of marginalized people. Historically, marginalized groups had to develop their own community because they were not getting support on their own. It’s also no surprise that the main advocates for the old way of piracy were white men. They were told that they could do whatever they wanted by themselves and that they didn’t need to rely on anyone. And that was true… until they couldn’t keep up and then they were chewed up and spit out. You don’t last long on your own.

That’s why Zheng is such a threat to Ricky. Not just because she has a large fleet but because she was organizing other pirates. One pirate can be stopped but all of them are too formidable. We see this in season 1 when Stede is about to be executed. Ed alone can’t stop it, even though he’s Blackbeard, but once the entire crew defends Stede things change. The system thrives on people standing alone because they’re easy to quash, but also who needs to worry about a jumpstart pirate captain because sooner or later they’ll be mutinied against. I think this is what Izzy comes to see throughout season 2 and informs his speech to Ricky. Maybe the real piracy was the collective action and community we made along the way.

Circling back to the quote that started this, men don’t fit in with Zheng’s crew because they were purposely fed the lie that reliance on each other and community building was weak and soft. They’d have to unpack the lie they’ve been fed their whole life. The crown and piracy are two sides of the same coin holding up the same status quo. But piracy is dying because it was never designed to last. The crew of the Revenge live against all odds because to them it’s not about piracy itself but community and family. And those ideas can’t be killed.

[the-s1lly-corner]

CRP characters crushing on the reader 2/2

Placeholder opening here, check part 1 for the other characters! i dont usually write for zalgo because my take on him is... so... yeah... and hard to write for him, but the idea of this intangible godlike entity that can warp realities falling for someone is horrifying

Characters: Jane, Jeff, Ticci Toby, Nina, Bloody Painter, Zalgo

Notes: reader is GN but post mainly focuses on the canon characters, admin uses any pronouns for nina so if you see the pronouns swapping that's why!, heavy hcs for Zalgo and his part isnt really open for "it gets better and you guys get together" no his part is just... horrifying

CWs: zalgo is zalgo; ie non human entity does not follow human morals and is kind of... toxic and horrifying

JANE

I need you guys to bare with me because this blog has always been hc/au heavy with how I write characters but between all the main crps, Jane is probably the most likely to just.. be a normal person 90% of the time, so the chances of you and her meeting during a normal day is pretty high. She's closed off so you don't even notice that there's feelings developing on her end. If there is a difference it's just her being slightly more affectionate and open to you. She becomes even more protective of you, can you blame her? You've heard of the rumors about her family... She doesn't deny her feelings if you ask her, though, so it's a clean confession when the time comes instead of it just being spilled or forced out.

JEFF

He's so full of himself that he approaches you without thinking anything through because he's so confident that you're going to just fall for him. Makes a lot of jokes with you, some darker than others. Flirts with you up front because once more, he's so confident that you're into him that he doesn't take a moment to consider that you would reject him. Probably takes rejection the worst, at least out of the characters on this list. And that's on being on the run since your mid teen years, he didn't interact with many people because of that. "Oh you dig me" as you slap his arm because he said something dumb.

TICCI TOBY

Very similar to the other proxies, watches you from afar but he decides to interact with you sooner than the other two. He's wary, because he doesn't want to humiliate himself or screw anything up but he's so so so desperate to meet someone new who's in his age range so he's doing his best to appeal to you. Sometimes slips up because he's trying too hard. He can pester you and get on your nerves, but he doesn't mean anything wrong by it... usually.. You outright ask him if he has a crush on you and you can see him internally scrambling for something to say. It's actually a little sweet. Probably the most normal out of them all asides Jane, at least by Creepypasta standards.

NINA

Oh she is so upfront about her feelings for you! Makes you small trinkets and keepsakes with random stuff she finds. Very quick to approach you as well and make a friendship. Very chill if you don't end up returning their feelings, and more than happy to keep up a friendship with you if you want that. A yapper, too, so they have a habit of keeping you by keeping a conversation up and alive longer than others would. Custom kandi for you as well, with your favorite colors and some stuff they know you like! As an aside, Nina is a "cringe fandom enjoyer", so you guys can get into the same things and be cringe and free together! Not related to this post but have it as a bonus!

BLOODY PAINTER

He finds himself drawing you more than he draws his other subjects, and honestly its a little frustrating. You start finding some of his papers laying around. He approaches you so he can try to get even more accurate with his art, having the real thing as a reference is much better than relying off of memories of you wandering around town. Once the initial tenseness dies down, you might be able to get a few words out of him while he's drawing. "Muse of an artist" trope, a lot of the things he makes are dedicated to you in one way or another. His art is the only real tip that there's something going on, because otherwise he's good about swallowing and hiding his emotions.

ZALGO

Bonus character, Zalgo would literally alter the universe if he could to ensure that you're there and his. He can manipulate media, and create creatures.. I mean in my au he's literally the reason half the creepypastas exist... I WAS going to make a joke that he makes a stand in to act for him, but he's so into you that he can't stand the idea of someone else being with you... doesnt matter if he was living vicariously through it. Genuine psychological horror elements here with him warping the world around you in an attempt to get your attention and to get you to come to him. Technical cosmic / otherworldly horror (?) because he's something that transcends just about everything in universe. Simultaneously everywhere at anytime all the time, there is no real way to get away from him. Horrifying stuff.

[hannamoon143]

Perfection in Imperfection

pairings: somewhat academic rivals lee minho x fem reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: crying, anxiety,

summary: Y/n just needs to be perfect. There are perfect grades or failing, and she doesn't accept the second one. But we are all just humans. And humans fall apart sometimes. And humans aren't perfect...

You heard all the other people, still studying to the last moment, laughing and cracking jokes. You looked at minho. The guy always got perfect grades, without studying and without even caring much. You despised him just as much as you also looked up to him. You always kind of tried to be better than him. It was always you, studying for days, sometimes even weeks, only to get second place.

You were trying to calm down a bit, but you just couldn’t. You knew that there was no reason to be so nervous. You studied a lot for this test, and you knew every answer perfectly. But still, you couldn’t help it. Lately your grades were dropping a bit. You had to much stuff going on.

You were always trying to be perfect. You did it so your parents would be proud, so your siblings wouldn’t call you lazy, and that your friends wouldn’t call you dumb or leave. But you weren’t naturally smart like minho. Yes you weren’t stupid either, but  you had to work hard and long for your grades. No matter if you were sick, tired or wanted to do something else.

But lately it was harder. Your siblings grades weren’t the best, and your parents already worried a lot about them. They were almost never home, so they let it out on you. And your friends? The ugly truth was you didn’t have many. Since you were mostly at home, studying, reading or just laying in your bed because you were too tired, you often cancelled meet ups, or parties. Your friends still considered you as a friend, but they didn’t even ask you if you wanted to come with them anymore, and at school they didn’t talk much with you. So there wasn’t really someone you could talk with. But who were you to complain? It was probably just hard to love you.

When the teacher came in, everyone went quiet. So did your thoughts. You only listened half heartedly as he spoke how the test would go and stuff. And then it started. The worst was, it was an oral test, so everyone would be looking at you, taking in every single one of your mistakes and stutters.

When you heard the teacher saying: „who wants to start?“ you immediately raised your hand. The sooner you would do it,the sooner it would be over.What could possibly go wrong right? You slowly walked to the front of the class. It was unusal quiet, and your hands started to tremble. You turned to the teacher with a small smile. From the side you saw minho looking at you from the back. The teacher asked the first question. For some time you just didn’t say anything. It was like suddenly your brain hid all the facts somewhere in the back of your head. You knew everything perfectly before, but now? Only emptiness in your brain. You stuttered something, but the teacher sighed and skipped to the next question. Did you just skip a question? You never ever just skipped a question. Did your teacher already ask another one? You weren’t sure. You hid your trembling hands behind your back and said something you remembered. It was the wrong answer. Shit, what should you do now? You didn’t know anything right anymore. Your teacher also skipped the next question. Then fortunately, there was one that you answered right. But one wasn’t good enough. It was really really bad.But your chance was over. The teacher wrote something in his notebook and told you to sit down. You felt all the eyes of the other students on you as you walked back to your place.

They moved on like nothing happened. People went to the front oft he class like you just did, but other than you, they answered the questions right. As you sat down, your whole body trembled, and you felt like crying. But you wouldn’t cry. Never ever would you start crying in front of all these people. If they’d see how vulnerable and weak you really were they would for sure mock you. It annoyed you even more, when all the other people got almost everything right. But why shouldn‘t they? The questions were easy, and now that you sat at your place again, the answers slowly crept back into your mind. You drew random things into your notebooks, so you wouldn’t start crying.What would your parents think? You couldn’t worry them even more. That was how the rest oft he lesson went.

When it was over, most people went home. Right school was over. But you didn’t want to go home. You couldn’t stand your parents yelling at you because of your siblings and then having these disappointed faces when you told them your grade.

So you took out your book and put on your headphones. But you weren’t really reading. You just stared at the words, your mind still at the test,your parents and the fact that you were a failure. The sentence kept repeating in your head in a mocking voice. „You’re a failure. No one can love you if you’re dumb.“

You were so in thoughts, that you didn’t even realize someone else was still in the classroom too. That was until minho sat down on a chair next to you, asking „what are you reading?“

You jumped a bit, not expecting someone to still be here, and also talking to you. Of course minho. He probably wanted to mock you for the fact that he did great like always without efforts and you failed. „Something.“ You mumbled,looking at the book again. He nodded, not saying anything else for a while. Then he spoke up again.

„You seemed nervous today.“

You sigh, putting the book on your table.

„Okay and?“

„just wanted to say“

„what? That your so perfect and have good grades effortlessly and i’m practically a failure? Was that what you wanted to say minho?“ you snapped. You knew it wasn’t his fault that you failed, but you were sick of measuring your self on his achievements, and also it just felt good to let out all your anger and frustration that was only pointed at yourself, on someone else.

He just looked at you, not even blinking. It only frustrated you more.

„What?? Want to see me making a fool out of myself even more?“ you snapped again, a bitter tone in your voice.

„You did good.“ He simply said.

What? Why did he say this out of all sudden? Was he trying to make fun of you?

„Don’t say this when we both know your lying.“

„I’m not“

It only confused you more. His voice wasn’t even laid with mock or something bitter at all. He sounded serious and sincere.

„Come on, this is not funny minho. I know that i did fucking bad and that it’s diappointing. “

„Don’t say this y/n. Do you even hear yourself? I’ve been in the same class with you since elementary school, and you never had bad grades, but most importantly, you always worked hard, studied hard to achieve your goals. And you wanna call yourself a failure just because you didn’t do as well as you did before on one test? That’s unfair towards yourself y/n. Like i know you, you studied day and night for a week just for these few questions. Don’t talk all this down so casually.“

You stared at him. Why was he saying this? You were really confused right now. He didn’t really believe this right? Because you didn’t.

„Minho shut up. That‘s not true, and i thought you are smart enough to know that.“

„So you really want to talk all your hard work down so much?“

„It’s not about talking down anything, it’s just the truth! You saw how i was standing in front of the class, stuttering wrong answers!“ you yelled now. You knew you shouldn’t yell at minho. You should yell at yourself.

„God y/n don’t keep saying the same things over and over again! And?? These four wrong answers aren’t deciding your life right? And they certainly don’t say anything about years of hard work, or your smartness or anything. Can’t you see what you’re doing to yourself? How can i get you to realize you are not a failure?“ his voice grew louder too. And altough you heard them you didn’t want to really listen to them. Your own mind had been telling you to work harder, just a little bit, that it was never really enough for too long. You never doubted it. You just felt like everyone was moving forwards and you were staying behind. You just felt like you were falling apart, and deep down you knew that it didn’t matter how much you’d study, or how many good grades you’d get, the feeling would never go away. But you at least wanted to try.

You didn’t say anything. You just stared at him, with a blank face but mind filled with thoughts and doubts. That was until a tear rolled down your cheek. You were confused. Why did you start crying? You hated crying in front of people. In fact you never did, since you were a little child.

Minho’s face softened. When he reached out to touch your cheek, you flinched a bit, but didn’t pull back. You just kept staring in these brown eyes, while he wiped away your tear. But there only came more.

„Being good enough is not about being better than other people, it’s about always giving your best.“ he said in an unbelievable soft voice.

Why was this so strangely comforting? You suddenly realize that you haven’t cried in months, and you also didn’t really talk to someone for long. Was he maybe right?

„But you are always so perfect without efforts.“ You said, your words slowly turning into sobs.

„My mom forces me to take private classes that are one school year ahead, in the evening  after school since i was six year olds.“ He simply said. You could have almost laughed if you weren’t crying right now.

„And believe me, i do have my own flaws, and i made more mistakes in life than you can count. People aren’t as perfect as they may seem“ he mumbled, looking deeply into your eyes.

And maybe it was the sincerity and the comfort in his voice. Something that no voice that ever talked to you held. But you wanted to believe him. You wanted to shut the voices in your head out for once, and instead listen to Minho‘s soothing voice outside of it. Maybe you could let yourself be vulnerable for once.

He saw the conflict in your face, and just softly smiled. You didn’t fight him when he wrapped his arms around you. He gently brushed through your hair with his fingers and mumbled comforting words into it.

„Do you see it now?“ he said

„What?“

„The beauty in imperfection. Because what would a flowerfield be if there were everywhere the same flowers?“

And maybe just maybe, this was exactly what you needed. Not another person yelling at you for things that were not your fault. Not someone telling you that you need to be better and work harder.

What you needed was a person who told you it would be okay. Someone who would teach you that there was beauty in imperfection too, not just in perfection. Someone who allowed you to be vulnerable if you needed to. Someone who was proud of you when you weren’t. Someone who loved you for you, and not your achievements.

Could this boy you always thought of as your rival be that person for you?

a/n: just a silly little vent post in form of a fic

[montimer]

Arkham!joker x guard!reader

Gn!reader, warning:yandere

You have chosen this job knowing what comes with it. The danger of it mostly. That anytime you could be chewed by a giant crock or attacked with some needles full of fear gas. Or..him. The joker.

Lets say, he was something else. As soon as he saw you as the new guard he couldn't stay away. He always had something to yap about. And you, oh naive you. You listened to him. When he called you to come closer to his cell, telling you storys,jokes, anything. He loved it when he got some, any kind of response. After all, he loved attention. But for some reason he loved getting attention especially from you.

There was something about you, something that drew him close to you, something that he couldn't stay away from.

Maybe it was your strange kind heart. When you don't drag him on the ground but instead get him on your shoulders to help him move after a beat he took from bats.

Or that when he talks to you, you don't immediately shut him up and walk away but instead stay there, curios about what he has to say. The look on your face never fails to make him smile. You're just too adorable!

Or maybe, maybe you are broken inside, deeply. A feeling that can't wait to break out. Oh how he wants to see that. He would really love to see you snap back at people who have wronged you. Poor you, you're just not ready yet, its all good darling. He'll take care of them until the time comes.

Lets not forget that you also don't call him a freak. What you did call him once was "crazy clown". Oh but whats wrong with that? He is a clown, he is crazy. Silly you, you didn't mean anything bad by it, did you?

He is far too lost in his own delusions. In his mind you are already his. His darling, his sweets, his everything! He even made sure to find out anything he can about you. Address, full name, favourite shop. Even studied your body movements. But what kind of partner would he be if he didn't know all that after all?

But you don't seem to realize that no matter how much he tries to put it into words. Have the filth of gotham feed lies into your head? They told you he wouldn't hesitate to kill you. That he would laugh in your face as your dying. How horrible! This is an outrage! Or so he thinks.

Staying around such people, should be considered a crime! And belive him, he knows what a real crime is...

He has to take you away. To your new home, to your only choice of home! Back right where you belong, right next to him!

Oh boy, you're gonna love it. No more work, no more bossing you around, no more stress and constantly being in danger.

He'll show you he loves you. Only you! And you love him too! Why wouldn't you? You just need time to realize it, you were ment for him!

As you wake up, understandingly you began to panic. 'Where am i? What is this? Why am i tied to a chair?' You struggle in your seat, looking around.

Thats when he steps into the room. He gives you a look of worry and comes closer. You might say just a bit too close for your liking.

Now face to face. You feel like your in a lamb/wolf situation. And the wolf seems to have the upper hand, looking down at its prey.

To your surprise he starts apologizing that he had to tie you down, but its the only way to secure you. He then begins to explain of why you are here. That he loves you, and that you will sooner or later see that.

He begins to caress your face while talking, in a way trying to calm you down.

You hate the way it makes your chest feel a bit warmer. You try to turn away, to not have to look into his eyes, but he gently grabs your face to move it back towards him.

Now staring into his green pupils, you feel nervous under his look. He takes a notice of that. He can read you like a book.

He gives your cheeks a kiss and looks for any kind of reaction. Your flustered look gives away and he chuckles at that. "Aww, you are just so adorable!"

He promises he will comes back with food soon. And waves goodbye infront of the door that he came in earlier. "Toodles! I won't keep you waiting too long,dear!"

He closes the door. The only escape you have. And you just stare dumbfoldedly infront of yourself. Well you have plenty of time thinking while hes away. How do you take in all this?

[llamagoddessofficial]

i love the good aquarium au! i want to see the fishes happy 🩷o🩷 How do the sirens interact with mc in this version? 🩷

Sans: He has to wait much longer than his bad AU counterpart to get to 'play' with her. This aquarium is very safety-focused, and unwilling to have anyone even near his open tank, let alone in it. Despite his obvious obsession and courting displays, Mc remains safely behind thick barriers and high out of his reach- the only chance he'll get is if he proves he can behave, and Mc herself is the one who approaches management about the subject of swimming with him.

Her presence clearly has benefits on him, so she spends a lot of time on his shifts, talking to him from up on the railings or entertaining him through the glass, sometimes just doing homework by the dappled blue light of his tank. He does occasionally attempt to pull her into the water, whether he's breaching and knocking the railing or grabbing a feeding pole and yanking it (in the hopes of yanking her in with it)... but he's always unsuccessful.

It gives them time to get to know one another more. Time for him to mellow, realise that just because she leaves when her shift is over doesn't mean she won't come back. Time, so that when they do finally make physical contact, it's a gentle and mutual experience that leaves him feeling like things in his world are going to be okay.

Red: Again, poor Red has to wait a lot longer in this AU to get to swim with his girlfriend. But not as long as Sans. Since Red's so well behaved with humans, his keepers interact with him a lot more closely (albeit while wearing plenty of hand and arm protection), giving him lots of chances to flirt with her close-up. He gets many more opportunities than Sans to show that he can behave with her; though 'behaving' still includes grabbing her butt if she lets her guard down too long.

... In this AU, the aquarium knows Red considers her his mate. Mc does too. After she was suddenly hired, the first thing management did was put her on a pretty intense and in-depth learning course. Now even if he's flirting like a siren she knows exactly what's going on. Initially, it made the aquarium cautious about letting her swim with him- but since he's never going to be released, it might be alright after all. It does make life easier when it comes to things like giving him medicine; he doesn't bite when it's his mate doing the medical checkup.

Skull: Mc ends up interacting physically with Skull a lot sooner than anyone intended. At first, there was obviously zero contact thanks to his kill, she'd only even THINK of interacting physically with Skull if she was completely confident he'd never hurt her. And that kind of confidence would only come from a long while working with him, perhaps years.

... Thing is. He's a clever boy, he wants Mc's affection. And he won't wait years. He makes a 'hobby' out of breaking security measures and pulling her into the tank- at first it's a terrifying incident, but as it happens over and over, it loses its shock value and becomes something of an in-joke at the aquarium. Especially since he never actually does anything... just pulls her in, cuddles her, then politely sets her back on the side of the tank like nothing happened. No matter what they do, Skull just finds increasingly more and more complicated and innovative ways to snatch her into his pool.

Eventually, they can clearly see he's not going to kill her- and they decide it's probably just easier for everyone if she interacts with him in person. He's going to grab her anyway, may as well let him do it before he finds a way to break every security measure they have.

[callsignavalon]

first date

warnings: none, mostly fluff, happy ending,

shoto x reader! first date

Shoto was not an easy person to read, so when you asked him out on a date, you weren’t expecting him to say yes. First, you didn’t think he actually liked you back, so it could’ve gone very badly. And second, the curfew and strict rules of the school kind of prevented the two of you from going anywhere so you weren’t sure what you could even do if he said yes. He of course surprised you with his answer, even asking if he could plan it out.

He picked the date, said to dress comfy, and would meet you in the common room at 5:00 on Friday evening. It was Tuesday, and the confidence you had when asking him out disappeared into a wave of anxiety at the thought of what to wear.

"Dress comfy" meant a lot of things, so you picked over the next few days about what was considered comfy, talking with Tsu and some of the other girls. You ended up settling on black leggings that flare at the bottom and a sweater with the school’s name on it, and maybe you felt a little too casual but it’s not like you had your whole wardrobe at the school. You paired it with sneakers and kept your hair in your everyday look and sprayed your favorite scent as the final touch.

Waiting in the common room was nerve-racking, but when you saw Shoto, you couldn’t help but feel the nerves turn to butterflies. He was in black joggers, a loose-fitting white tee, and a comfy-looking cardigan. “Looks like we’re both early,” he said, giving you a small smile and reaching out his hand to help you up, chills going through your body at his touch. Why? You weren’t sure considering it wasn’t his icy side that touched you.

“Ready to go?”

To your surprise, the date led you to the very top of the student housing. He had set up an air mattress along with tons of blankets and pillows, with a small screen projector on a stand he made with ice (because of course he did). There was a sheet for the movie to be played on and a bunch of snacks and drinks set up on the bed.

“This is amazing!” you said, eyes beaming as you took in all the little things he had curated together for this date. He made every bit of it so incredibly special.

“You didn’t have to do all of this!”

“I wanted to,” he said, a shy smile playing at his lips. “I asked Tsu what your favorite snacks and movies were since she’s your best friend and all…” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “And Iida helped me get permission from the school for us to even be up here.. we have to be back by 9:30.” He admits, cheeks tinged a light like. You couldn’t help yourself; you pulled him into a big hug, to which he immediately accepted.

.“Thank you, Sho”

For the next few hours, the two of you talked, watched movies, and ate snacks. He opened up a lot during the time and, unlike the normally relaxed, rarely exuding any emotions version of himself, Shoto had even become giddy and all smiles at a few things you said. He did need reassurance a few times that you were enjoying yourself, sometimes needing you to very specifically tell him what and how much you enjoyed it- but that was just him.

“Are you sure you’re having a good time? I wasn’t sure if—”

“It’s perfect. I promise. The best first date ever,” you calmly reassured him, taking his hand in yours. “The ice stand is such a silly but cute touch. You’ve done so much to make this special. Thank you.”

He gave a small smile and nodded, and though he wasn’t talking much, he simply admired and listened to everything you had to say. He’d laugh at your jokes and smile big whenever you’d do something cute. Unfortunately, curfew came sooner than the two of you wanted, and you offered to help him pack everything up, but he insisted he’d do it himself.

“Let me walk you to your room?” he said with a smile, knowing he could come back and gather everything later.

“Fine, but I’m helping next time.” You muttered teasingly, smiling as you took his hand as an offer to help you up.

The walk back was silent, the two of you just enjoying each other’s presence. He had truly taken you on the best date you’d ever been on, it was nice and calm—something you needed after all the events taking place at UA.

“Well, this is me,” you stated, opening your door but turning to face him. “Thank you for tonight…”

He gave a simple nod, and you assumed that was all you were going to get. You smiled back and, right before you shut your door, his warm hand lightly touched your arm, once again giving you chills despite his warmth.

“Could I.. can I kiss you?” he stammered out, letting go of your arm to watch for your reaction.

“Oh thank god, I thought you weren’t going to ask!” You accidentally spat out, eyes widening as he gave you an amused look.

“Is that a yes then?” He was so close, cerulean and grey staring into your own eyes.

“Please.. before I say something else and ruin it.”

Shoto grinned, gently cupping your face as he stepped closer, watching your eyes fall shut before he pressed his lips to yours. All the excitement and care from the night he spent with you and all the unspoken moments before being shown in the kiss.

After a few minutes of gentle kisses, soft laugher and little mumbles of appreciation, the two of you finally parted, smiles and pure excitement radiating from you both. Shoto left that night feeling something in himself he’d never experienced before, happiness washing over him even as he cleaned up after the two of you on the rooftop.

Yes, Shoto Todoroki was not an easy person to read, but you had finally gotten past the introduction chapters and into the relationship arc of your story.

[icarustypicalfall]

Hi! I have a silly request but since we are both Rudy lovers (i am also radiant cod) can you please write a short little react on „I want uns to move in together“ especially Alejandro, Rudy, soap and ghost. Oc is female and ask that question 😭🥰

Hello fellow Rudy lover :3

Of course!! this is such a cute thing request awwh :')

DRABBLES!!

Cod Men's Response to reader asking them to move in together!!

Including: rudy, alejandro, ghost, soap Warnings: sfw, pure fluff, fem!reader Note: I can do a p2 with the rest of the characters if y'all are interested :D

«Moon, tell me if I could

Send up my heart to you?»

Rodolfo Rudy Parra

From the moment you met Rudy, you knew he was the right man. Not only because of his sweet demeanor, but also because of his charming personality and kind nature that made you fall hard for him. You and Rudy have been dating for almost a year and a half, and he has always treated you like a precious and delicate creature. No one has ever made you feel the way he does.

While you lived in the southern side of Las Almas with your family, Rudy resided in the bustling center of town. Getting to meet him was always a significant journey, especially with the increasing cartel crimes that made it unsafe to roam the city. However, the allure of spending nights in your lover's apartment was irresistible.

You were ready to take the next step in your relationship and couldn't wait to tell him. One late night, after spending the day together at his flat, making pizzas and dancing, you cuddled on the couch, sipping the Champurrado he had made. Rudy chuckled and gently wiped the chocolate mustache stain from your face before speaking lovingly.

"I haven't had this much fun in a while, mi amor," he murmured, brushing the strands of hair away from your face. "You seem distracted, amor. What's wrong?"

You sighed, placing your mug down, knowing it was the perfect moment to ask him. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you gathered your courage.

"Promise me you won't get mad?" you said, looking into his eyes.

"You didn't like my abuelita's recipe?" he replied, giving you a disappointed look, causing you to laugh and shake your head.

"No, it's... I just miss you, Rudy. I feel like we're wasting time living apart. I wish we could... you know... live together. And it's..."

"You want to move in with me?" he interrupted, cupping your face and looking both serious and surprised.

You slowly nodded, furrowing your eyebrows, wondering if it was indeed a good idea. But Rudy's expression turned into a wide grin, as if to make sure you weren't joking. He pulled you into a warm embrace and showered kisses all over your face. Then, with a surge of excitement, he babbled in quick Spanish giving you a whole monologue, though you couldn't quite make out the words.

You assumed he was just thrilled, as he jumped up and rushed to grab his phone, yelling, "TE QUIERO TANTO MI AMOR!" before locking himself in the bathroom to happily inform Alejandro.

translation (i love you so much my love!)

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

After the betrayal of Phillip Graves and witnessing your lover wounded but still fighting with all his might, you were certain of two things. Alejandro Vargas was a loyal man through and through, and he was the man you wanted to be by your side until the end.

It was quite amusing how you had never considered moving in with him sooner, given that you both worked on the same frontlines, fighting against the same enemies, and spent countless nights together guarding your beloved country. The time had come to embark on a new chapter together, though you were unsure if he would agree. However, the thought of losing him that day shattered any trace of doubt or fear, leaving you with an overwhelming desire to hold him in your arms.

After a delightful dinner, you joined Alejandro on the rooftop of the base, a cherished ritual the two of you shared. Sitting in his arms, gazing at the stars, was the highlight of your day, especially since Alejandro was always busy with his duties. He motioned for you to come closer, opening his arms to welcome you as you rested your head on his thigh, relishing in the sensation of his fingers running through your hair. You inhaled his musky scent, your eyes fixed on the dark expanse above. Alejandro's smile brightened as he planted a tender kiss on your forehead, then whispered softly.

"My love, is everything alright? I haven't seen you this pensive in quite some time," he chuckled as you rolled your eyes, prompting you to share what was on your mind.

You sighed, sitting up and locking eyes with him. "I just...miss you," you confessed.

Furrowing his brow, Alejandro nodded, encouraging you to continue. "Miss me?" he queried.

"It's just...I wish we could spend more time together. I thought a part of me died when they took you away. I thought I would never see you again. That day made me realize how much I love you, Alejandro."

His gaze softened as he uttered a heartfelt, "I love you too," nodding for you to proceed.

"Would you like to move in together?" you blurted out, looking in his eyes with a hopeful yet anxious gaze.

The grin on his face widened, and he looked away briefly, his cheeks flushing with excitement. He bit his lip, unable to contain his joy.

"I was actually about to ask you the same thing, mi cielo..."

SIMON GHOST RILEY

You and Ghost were like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together, despite both being reserved and chilly individuals. Behind closed doors, you shared a love that no one expected to blossom. You connected on a deeper level, communicating your feelings without the need for words. It was as if you could understand each other's thoughts. Just like Simon, he wasn't fond of people, and neither were you.

Silence was your sanctuary, and you relished in the tranquil moments, indulging in activities during the early dawn or late night when the world was at its calmest. Spending the night at Simon's small flat in the city, the most peaceful corner of the bustling nation, felt like being in a place where you truly belonged.

He allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, gradually revealing more of his true self, shedding his mask on certain days, and even letting you take care of his hair and face.

Those special days spent together created cherished memories. Deep down, you yearned for more, wishing he could be the last person you saw before bed and the first person you woke up to. You hoped he felt the same way. Simon believed that actions spoke louder than words, and he made sure to keep you happy, occasionally letting slip a heartfelt "luv you."

Once again, you rose early to a cold day, with the usual morning fog lingering until the sun's rays pierced through.

It had become a habit to take Simon's dog for a walk before breakfast, as the nearby coffee shops opened up. Side by side, you walked in silence, inhaling the stillness and watching the droplets of water on the road. Simon placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, drawing you close for warmth as he calmly asked, "You alright?"

You sighed and nodded, your hands fumbling to warm them up. He clasped your palm, tucking it into his pocket, grumbling, "You should have told me straight away. There's no point in venting to Gaz." You looked at him in shock, feeling your cheeks flush. He had overheard your conversation with Gaz about how much you wanted to move in with Simon.

Ignoring your embarrassed state, Simon muttered, "Next time, tell me. I never said you weren't welcome there. Didn't know you had a parrot's brain.. that place is your home too." You gulped, staring at him in astonishment. "You, you don't mind?" His response was simple, he looked away and you swear you saw his eyes twinkle for a moment, "Never said I did."

JOHHNY SOAP MACTAVISH

The holidays were approaching, and you knew that you wouldn't see Johnny for at least two weeks. It broke your heart to be so close yet still apart. The Scottish man resided in a different city, causing the pain of distance to gnaw at you. No matter how many nights you spent together, one of you always had to leave in the morning, leaving the other to bathe in the sorrow of separation.

You longed to gather the courage to ask Johnny to move in together, but fear held you back. He was a composed man who loved you more than his beloved mohawk.

As everyone packed their belongings for the holidays, preparing to return to their flats, family homes, or partners, you entered Johnny's room and set your sports bag aside before sitting on his bed. A small laugh escaped your lips as Johnny scowled, procrastinating on packing until the last minute and now struggling to fit numerous shirts into his bag. You folded a shirt, assisting him in the task before smiling.

"So, Johnny, what are you going to do when you go back?" you asked. He grinned, carelessly tossing the clothes into the bag despite your protests. "Well, bonnie, I'm going to visit my family, and then I'll come to your place andbkidbap you and make you spend the rest of the holiday with me." You laughed and shook your head. "Can I tell you something, Johnny?" He furrowed his eyebrows, mumbling as he focused on his packing. "You'll come to my house. My mom has been dying to meet you. No excuses."

You chuckled and replied, "Well, I mean... I'd love to meet her, of course. But what I was actually talking about... do you think it's time for us to take the next step?"

The look on his face was priceless, and you had to playfully slap his arm to prevent him from blurting out something scandalous. "Not that way, you idiot. I meant... I think we should move in together. It feels like the perfect timing."

His grin widened, and he swept you off your feet, twirling you in the air. "I can't believe you said that, bonnie.. We..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence as he slipped on one of the shirts scattered on the floor, causing you to fall on your rear while he ended up trapped in his bag.

"Bonnie, help me!" he exclaimed. You chuckled and teasingly remarked, "I"I think I might just reconsider this step..."

𓆩♡𓆪

MASTERPOST

kindly like and rebelog, it motivates us to continue :)

[justchillandshipit]

Allow me to take a moment here. Tim just acknowledged couch theory?

Moving on to Buck and Tommy’s breakup, talk about your approach to it. Why was Tommy sure that Buck would break his heart?

Tommy’s older and Buck is very new to this, and whether Tommy was correct or not, I think what he felt like was exactly what he said: I’m not your last, I’m your first, which is a special thing to be, but as Tommy says, it doesn’t usually end up being the same thing. And I think based on what we know of Buck, he’s maybe not wrong. Buck’s a little impulsive when he’s feeling a certain kind of way. He’s like, move on in, bring your couch. So I just think because Tommy’s a little older and wiser or maybe at some level he feels like he doesn’t deserve Buck, I don’t know. But I think he accurately diagnosed Buck. Buck’s still figuring himself out, and boy, that would be quite risky to move in with that guy as much as you would love to.

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We have a couch reference.

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Somewhat unrelated but relevant:

I also think that I have finally caught up on all the articles. In every article, someone says Eddie is straight. I want to say about four articles have a reference or a mention of straight Eddie, and there is one in-canon statement from Eddie. So what do we think about that? I instinctively want to say that to have that many denials is sus, but I also have to acknowledge that the question was asked before the response was offered. I honestly don't know what to believe when it comes to the show's direction. I'm still here though and sticking with my original plan to give them until the end of Seasn 8 to move Eddie out of the closet. I will not accept the demise of this ship a moment sooner. It doesn't help that actors are excellent liars. Oliver always makes me second guess myself. lol For now, I'm still here and still clowning.

Other things to consider in favor of Buddie:

There was one article from TVInsider where the interviewer reminded the reader that Eddie said he wanted a beard. Most of us know the gay coding of that word, and that was promptly followed by the Priest pointing out that Eddie was wearing a mask/disguise. This is all within the same conversation where Eddie assumed the Priest was hitting on him, and he called himself straight.

I'm also low-key wondering about the possible conflict between Eddie and Buck coming up. I need more info on that. What?? These two haven't had beef since Buck sued Bobby in Season 3 and Buck and Eddie argued in the grocery store. We all know how Eddie served c#nt like a professional in that fight. Eddie ended up forgiving Buck soon afterward, but Buck was still apologizing four episodes later. lol

I saw in another post where someone compared the image of Eddie in the confessional with the image of Eddie seeing Buck through the peephole of his door. (Hint, both looked like confessional images.) That has to be deliberate.

Tim's comment above referenced Tommy and a couch in a similar context to Eddie and Buck's conversation when Buck said his last few couches came with girlfriends, and Eddie corrected him to say his girlfriends came with couches.

@stagefoureddiediaz 's color theory is still proving accurate as well.

Updates

Buck looking less than thrilled at seeing Laker tickets. Tommy tells him he can use the gift with Eddie and Buck perking up at the idea, only for Tommy to say nope. Joking. (On a second watch, I think I read too much in to this one, but I'm keeping it on the list as very loose interpretation.)

Oliver admits that Buck looked Eddie up and down when he opened the door and knew something was going on with him, but then the whole sit in silence thing. (I know the breakup was on Buck's mind, but I swear he looked like he was trying not to think about Eddie being half naked beside him.)

Also, Eddie was half naked just sitting beside him. I can't help but think of them sitting there like that. Buck and Eddie are going to the same place, but they are taking totally different paths to get there. At some point, they are going to meet each other face to face and be like, you're here.

(I saw a theory. You always have to take these with a grain of salt, but I can't deny the theory sounds good. there have been a lot of parallels that are relevant for Buck and Eddie with the exception of Eddie's shooting.) I did read one interview, it may have been TVInsider, where the interviewer said they hoped Buck wouldn't be in danger. Oliver hinted that Buck was always putting himself in those situations. I think it might be a hint for what is to come. Also, if Buck is putting himself in dangerous situations again, this might be something that has Eddie angry with Buck. I think there is a lot of room for this theory. We'll have to wait and see on that one.

In a previous interview, Oliver told us there was an upcoming scene where Buck and Eddie sat in silence and that it was a testament to their friendship. In the latest interview in Variety, he talks about the scene again but this time he says "that it speaks volumes about their relationship that they could be going through things and handling it so differently but still be there for each other with little need for words. (This is the same interview where Oliver admits that Buck looked Eddie up and down.) At the end of this question, he reiterates that it speaks volumes that they were in different places and could still be there for each other. He says, "I think it really speaks volumes to the strength of their bond."

[chocolatte-and-despair]

How about some hcs for Miu Iruma, Maki Harukawa, & Kaede Akamatsu?

Miu Iruma

The two of you were completely opposites. Miu was haughty and selfish, while you were kind and selfless. Yet that was exactly what brought you both together.

Miu's horrible personality had isolated her amongst her peers, especially the survivors who she insulted. The others who were left alone would avoid her most of the times. Keebo was someone who didn't avoid her, but could you really count him as a friend of Miu's when she didn't consider him as one?

You were a little light of sunshine, always being there for the mean and sexually charmed Miu. No matter what she did, you just stood there, your calm smile on, as you almost condescendingly spoke to her.

Your friendship was far from normal, nor was it good, but it was the best Miu had ever had. Well, with the limited memories that she had.

At the end of the day, was she really at fault for getting so attached to you? If you didn't want her to cling to you, then you shouldn't have made yourself her only shoulder to cry on.

Miu was haughty, and she was not the nicest person to be around, but when she attached herself to someone, she never gave up on them, and damn it all, she was not letting you leave her sight.

It had come a point where she tried to sleep in the same room as you, but ended up being stopped by one of the kuma bears.

When Miu saw you murder someone, you who was so kind and understanding, there was only one thought in her mind. 'That bitch must have deserved it.'

Miu feared death, but she didn't mind dying, just so you could survive, so she will fabricate evidence to incriminate her, so you would survive.

At the very least, she deserves a night of fun with you before she dies, no?

Maki Harukawa

Here was Maki, caught in a lie before anyone else found out about it. Maki, the one who told everyone she was the ultimate caretaker, and you, the actual caretaker.

In her defense, everyone was idiotic to not have caught on to it sooner. And besides, why did you never confront her before? Why now?

You can imagine her surprise when you extended your hand in friendship to her, hoping that she would one day become comfortable with telling everyone her true ultimate.

You were an idiot. A smiling idiot just like Kaito. One that wanted to dig a part of her that doesn't exist. One that doesn't take no for an answer.

The worst part was, she didn't want you to give up. She never gave a verbal agreement to your friendship, but the fact she never pushed you away should have been enough for you to understand this was her way of saying she didn't mind you around her.

Your sweet words, gentle touches and soft looks often times left her breathless, to a point that she believed she was sick. Maybe someone was attempting to poison her?

Everything were placed in their right places in her mind when she saw Kokichi flirting with you. Of course, it was all a joke, and you laughed along, but that was enough to set a burning rage inside of her.

In that very moment, she wanted to rip Kokichi apart, not caring that that would lead her straight to death.

Only reason she stopped was the fact you smiled at her when you noticed her, and without a second thought, let his side to be near her. Good. That's where you belonged. By her side.

Maybe it was her icy glare, or possessive arm around your waist, but nobody has ever tried to flirt with you playfully or not so much anymore. Everyone knew she put a claim on you. Everyone, but you, of course. But that's alright, she's patient. It comes with her profession.

Kaede Akamatsu

What happens when two cheery individuals are put together? Absolute chaos, of course. To say the least, shuichi had no calm in the days that he spent with you and Kaede.

From the moment you flashed an excited smile to her and explained your ultimate talent, with as much passion as her, she knew that you two would get along perfectly!

The days she spent with you meant so much to her, that she couldn't describe them! You were everything she could have ever wanted. A wonderful friend, a cheery companion and good companion in her search for the truth.

She knew that it was insane to fall in love so quickly, but true love worked in mysterious ways, no?

She, of course, didn't want to trouble you with her emotions! She knew that falling in love in a dangerous situation like this was hard, and didn't want to pressure you! As long as you didn't date anyone else.

Kaede found out a very strange thing inside her, as she started to fall for her. A darkness inside her, as if it lurked from... somewhere else than the memories she had currently. A desire to be remembered by you, by any means possible.

There where moments that she caught herself wondering if maybe hurting you would leave a longer lasting image of her. Maybe if she bullied you, or pushed you on the ground, you would remember her for longer. After all, people remember bad things longer.

Of course, she never went through with it! but a girl can dream, no?

She feared death, oh so much. Who doesn't, right? But in the moment that her slow execution started, and she saw the despair in your eyes, there was only one thought in her mind. 'You'll remember me for a long time now, no?'

[cillivnz]

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮 𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬 [𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭]

A/N: refer to the sypnosis and preliminaries HERE (i’d consider it important)

PROLOGUE

NOTES:

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮 𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬 — 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

“Qu'as-tu fait, fils ?” - What have you done, son?

Ange - angel

Le Décès - The Death

Rich, and direful.

If the hellhounds of the underworldly assassins were to describe to your family, they’d call you silk-stocking sinister sons of bitches. It was true to an extent, yet the kindness that still beat in your stone cold hearts, making feeble attempts to warm your blood, was unknown to the world, but they knew.

They had a fancy name, but no synonymous life to honour it. They worked under your father, yet your father honoured brotherhood when he knew it was an accord set for life, the life of the progeny, too.

That is how you first met Vincent, the older child of your favourite Uncle de Gramont. Though you were closer to his baby sister’s age, you immediately took a liking to the older boy. Could he have been your first crush? Perhaps, the absurdity lay simply in the rejecting facade the boy had on when you’d shyly offer him to play with your dolls. Either way, you’d found yourself yearning for the de Gramont’s to come over to your Parisian mansion, and moreover, bring their children along.

You had been trained to shoot and stab the minute you asked for another toy. Sinisterly enough, you had soon learned that loading-reloading and shooting with a gun was far more fun than braiding Barbie’s hair; the day you proved to your father, you were indeed his blood. You weren’t allowed fieldwork yet, however; not until you reached the age of 17, but as for your crush, it was different.

As his father’s name and fame spread like wildfire, a poison ivy climbing up a ladder of hitmen, a foe sought vengeance. You were half asleep when the colossal doors to your mansion were pounded by immature hands, threatening to break every block of wood that went into making them, had someone not opened the door. The sight you remember, still lingering like a faded photograph in your memory lane’s camera, was a little Vincent covered in blood. On your father’s questioning, he revealed his father wasn’t the man yours thought him to be. An angry drunk is worse than an absent father, for the pain of memories doesn’t taint your skin with razor deep bruises that a present one embeds.

When they found out his father laid a hand on the little girl, placing her instantaneously in death’s cradle, your own blood ran cold. When your father asked, “Qu'as-tu fait, fils ?” he just replied, “I wish I’d killed him sooner,” wiping away the blood of his father from his face.

That was the last you saw of Vincent for a while, a petrifying thought, haunting memory to reminisce about. It ached — the look on his face, etched in your brain, a whip to your soul — the bloodshot eyes, staring at your father, in anger, exhilaration, a head held high drooping at the sight of little you in your night frock, jostling down the stairs at the commotion, descending faster at the sound of his voice, only to see him saturated in the blood he slashed out of his wrongdoer. Le Décès.

“Le Décès,” were the first words that escaped your father’s knotted tongue. An initial whisper, then an affirmation, and the look of guilt and shame on Vincent’s face at the sight of you was replaced by pride, finally, acknowledgment.

Vincent soon became Vengeance, Le Décès. Replacing his father’s position in your father’s life, you finally got what little you always wanted; having him close to you. Living under the same roof, going to the same events, killing the same people.

However, little you would be saddened to see this change in him. He didn’t talk to you, doesn’t tell you scary stories, make jokes about drinking too much tea before an assignment, pay attention to your words — all he does is stare at you from afar — no matter the time or the day, you’d always catch those Turkish blue eyes fixated on you, perhaps he feared if he stopped looking, you, too, would disappear from his life, just a petrifying thought, haunting memory to reminisce about.

Still, the two of you worked closely.

The Parisian Bonnie and Clyde; you soon earned notoriety in the underworld, proving yourself to be worthy of your name. Ensorceler, bewitcher of men, playing the aortic strings of their hearts like they’re wooden harps. They labelled you a sex symbol, you could only scoff at such vulgar truth. The blood rush you felt when it flowed for you, made the kill poetic.

You weren’t some slaughtering maniac, no. This was art, you were an artist before an assassin; with blades for brushes and crimson on your canvas. A femme fatale exhibiting that it’s her world, you’re only living in it because she lets you. After all, the lioness overpowers the lion in the only animalistic instinct genetic in them; hunting.

You didn’t flee when your family was assassinated. Vincent wasn’t there to protect you, for whatever reason it may have been, he wasn’t there, out of all the days he couldn’t have been. An army of shooters was taken down by you, had it not been your family they were after, you’d have joked about being Tony Montana, and then you became him.

You wreaked enough havoc for a century of cleaning supplies to work on, but wouldn’t it have been easier to leave, altogether? That’s what you did. Packed whatever sentiment was left in your seemingly meaningless clothes, now. Shed tears on your father’s insensate corpse, clinging to his blood soaked suit. You were a devoted daughter, every kill, every drop of blood you shed, you shed in his name. Yelling, screaming, you let your tears burn your bloody face. Now, you called out for help; after slaughtering every maggot that crawled into your home thinking they could devour you, you cry for help when life detaches from your father’s soul, your mother’s; you cry for Vincent.

As if the chant-less summoning worked, a hand rested on your shoulder. Your head snapped in the source’s direction, vision still blurry from the acid running down your face. “Vince…” You cried, softly, letting those strong arms carry you. The blood, the horror sight, the ruins, none of it mattered to you once he came. He came. He was going to take the pain away, you knew it.

When you were kids, you fell off while riding your bicycle on a stony path about your house, gashing your knee. Vincent saw you fall from a distance and was immediately on his feet, running towards you. “Don’t cry, ange.” He would coo softly, even as a child he was so much taller, bigger than you. He’d wipe away your tears, pointing where you’d fallen and say, “Look how many ants you killed.” And you’d laugh, forgetting all about the blood and the scars to come.

Thankfully, surprisingly, never has your body ever been tainted, despite how close you are to death every day in your life; a finger in the beak of the Hanged Man, always. Vincent’s taken hits for you, and something tells you he’d continue to.

“Ange, I promise you, I will avenge you.” Ange, he called you that after an eternity. “I will be your vengeance.” He said, before carrying you away. “I will be your vengeance.” His words ringing into your ears, etched into your mind along with the image of him as a child, murdering his father for vengeance.

Vengeance.

Que l'enfer se déchaîne, que les ravages se fassent et que la vengeance soit délivrée.

Let hell unleashed, havoc wreaked and vengeance be delivered.

[goodlucktai]

could you write something about the crew saving sanji from captivity, like maybe he was caught by marines or somthing, and they hadnt been feeding him, and the crew gets to cook for sanji for once or something like that?

x

It made sense that they would run into a halfway intelligent Marine grunt sooner or later. 

“You don’t fight with your hands much,” he said, opening the file on the table in between them. “Weak arms? Nah, I’ve never heard of a sailor with weak arms. There must be another reason.”

He wasn’t anyone special. Sanji was familiar enough with the uniforms by now to tell at a glance that he wasn’t decorated the way the real heavy hitters were. Chief Petty Officer, maybe. Warrant Officer at best. 

Sanji was a Straw Hat. He wasn’t going to break a sweat for anyone less than a Vice-Admiral. He made sure to say as much, to clear up any misunderstandings. The officer didn’t appreciate hearing it for some reason. 

He put out a hand without looking up from the file. A guard by the door stepped forward and placed something in his palm. 

It was a ball-peen hammer. 

“You’re the cook. That’s why you protect your hands. You wouldn’t have a place in that famous crew of yours if you lost those.”

“Well, you’re partly right, at least,” Sanji admitted. “For someone stupid enough to spectacularly piss my captain off, that’s far more than I expected.”

The extraction team arrived in the form of an unhinged skeleton and a six-foot-tall reindeer that tossed his knife-point antlers hard enough to put a decent-sized hole in the doorframe, but only after two fingers were mangled on Sanji’s right hand and one was freshly broken on his left. 

The officer whirled around at the sudden appearance of uninvited company—surprised for just a moment, and then gray-faced with fear. 

“About time,” Sanji snarked, and wrenched his shackled hands hard enough that the chain links binding him to the floor snapped. He stood, stretched his spine, and flicked a disinterested look at the Marine officer, who went melting towards the back of the room on legs that wobbled like jelly. Disregarding him, Sanji added, “Did Robin have time to get those files she wanted? I stalled for ages.”

For a beat, neither of his nakama answered him. Then Brook’s jaw made a cracking noise like a gunshot, the way it does when he’s grinding his teeth, and Chopper shrieked, “Your hands!!”

Sanji glanced down at them. “Oh, yeah. Our mutual friend over there wasn’t very creative.” 

It hurt like a bitch, but it was far from the worst thing he’d ever felt. If it had gone much further, he might have seriously considered deviating from the plan, but a few broken bones? His brothers used to do that just for fun. 

Brook tossed his guitar over his shoulder, where it hung against his back by the strap looped across his chest, and withdrew his sword instead. 

“I can be very creative,” he said, sing-song. 

“We’re leaving!” Chopper proclaimed, and herded Sanji toward the door with his antlers. Sanji went, amused by the pushiness. 

It’s much less amusing an hour later, when his fingers are splinted and wrapped carefully, and Chopper tells him in no uncertain terms that he’s banned from work until Chopper’s satisfied with how they’ve healed. 

Sanji agrees easily, because Chopper is equal parts adorable and terrifying when it comes to the health and safety of their family. But when he slips into the galley to begin preparing supper, the reindeer is right on his heels, scolding, “Sanji! That’s work!”

“Hardly,” he scoffs. Then, “Wait, are you serious?”

Chopper throws up his little hooves, as exasperated as any healthcare professional four times his age. “Why would I joke? Your bones are broken. Put down that spatula or I’ll scream!”

Sanji puts down the spatula. He’s never felt this wrong-footed before in his life. What does one do in a kitchen they aren’t allowed to cook in? He shifts his weight and looks sideways at the pantry.

“Oh my god,” Nami says. She points at the table. “Sit.”

“This feels kind of absurd,” he says. 

“So it’s completely on-brand, then,” Usopp says, frog-marching him to a chair. “Good to know.”

Sanji lets himself be bullied with a scowl, and tucks his hands under the table where they can’t get him into any more trouble. Zoro, from the other side of the table, snorts into his tankard. Carrot drapes herself over Sanji’s shoulders, faux-sympathetic, but her chest rumbles with subvocal animal laughter. Franky and Jimbei are grinning openly.

It’s not funny. It’s time to eat. After all that action, their bodies need to replenish nutrients. They need carbs and proteins. He could at least be making smoothies while everyone argues with him—he can multitask!  

Luffy, whose face has been a thundercloud ever since they returned to Sunny, leaving the Marine base actively on fire in their wake, brightens suddenly. 

“I got it!” he announces, and that’s his trainwreck tone of voice. The very familiar, always inevitable, ‘you can try to stop me but it’ll just end in tears if you do’ tone of voice. Sanji braces himself, but nothing could have prepared him for Luffy cheerfully declaring, “We’ll make dinner!”

“Uh, no,” Sanji says quickly.

“Captain’s orders,” Robin says peacefully. 

She was angry with him before—in that careful, soft-spoken way she gets angry with her nakama that always leaves them feeling lower than dirt—for letting himself get hurt in even this unremarkable capacity. But now she meets his eyes with a smile that only the people aboard this ship are privileged to see, and he fumbles his half of the argument before he even has a chance to make it. 

Within that time, half his crew have migrated to the kitchen proper, and Nami is heaving open the huge recipe book that lives in place of pride on the counter. 

“Hey, hey, Sanji!” Luffy yells. “What do you want to eat?”

“This is really unnecessary,” he says, shifting to stand. Carrot becomes deadweight on his back, dangling there like the world’s weirdest scarf. 

“We’ll survive without five star food for a few days,” Jimbei says dryly. “If I were you, I’d answer their question before they take matters into their own hands and decide for you.”

In the kitchen, things are already rapidly devolving. There’s a lot of clamoring around and shoving of shoulders. This crew would never agree on anything they couldn’t argue about for hours first. Luffy clambers up onto Yamato’s back to get a bird’s-eye view of the recipe book, stretching an arm over Nami’s own shoulder to point out every dish that catches his eye. Yamato is a cheerful, agreeable jungle-gym, not even batting an eye when Luffy’s grip on one of his horns causes his head to tilt slowly to the left. 

If Sanji had known letting that measly little officer play his shitty power games would end like this, he would have kicked the creep in the mouth hard enough to shut him up permanently. 

He taps his bandaged fingers against his knees, frustrated and restless. Normally his friends’ stubbornness is weaponized against other people. He doesn’t like being on this end and he doesn’t understand why it’s happening. 

“They want it to be special for you,” Zoro says suddenly, interjecting for the first time all night with that infallible wisdom he likes to pull out of thin air when it suits him. Then he takes another drink and adds, “God knows why.”

There’s nothing Sanji can do for a moment but stare at him. From the corner of his eye, he can see Robin and Jimbei’s knowing smiles, Franky looking as though he’s about to laugh. Carrot is still purring, tickled pink by the whole thing. All around them, Sunny shifts and groans as she bears them across the sea, and somehow it sounds like she’s in on it, too. 

Sanji, who can’t remember the last time anyone cooked for him, refuses to feel touched. Honestly. This isn’t touching, it’s goddamn annoying—but he might as well let them have their fun, right?

“French toast,” he finally says. Not very loud, all things considered. But the anarchy in the kitchen comes to a sudden halt, and Luffy’s smile is bright enough to put that sun god lurking inside him to shame.

“With strawberries and cream,” he says importantly. “I remember! Sanji’s favorite!”

“Oh, that sounds good,” Yamato exclaims, still standing at a weird angle and unbothered by it. Next to him, Brook is imitating the pose, for no immediately apparent reason. “Do we have strawberries?”

“Strawberries!” Chopper yells, in what is either accord or a demand, and Usopp opens the fridge to investigate.

Sanji lets his chin sink into one of his hands, overseeing the chaos from his seat at the table. That itchy, uneasy feeling in his chest settles down. Now he just feels reluctantly fond.

He can’t help thinking about what the officer said to him back on the base. 

Sanji is a cook, and he does protect his hands, but that’s the extent of what the self-important stranger got correct. Luffy would drag him back from hell if he died, so the idea of being cut free because his usefulness has expired is outright laughable. Sanji doesn’t need to secure his place here. 

The reality is much simpler—providing food for the people that he loves is a privilege, one he doesn’t take lightly. It just honestly hadn’t occurred to him until now that the street goes both ways. 

Dinner preparation takes twice as long as it should that night.

Somehow, it tastes twice as sweet. 

[epickiya722]

Did Hand Holding Start it All?

I have a theory (?)... just a thought I had when watching the episode. And this post probably won't make any sense at all! I'm just rambling here!

ONWARD!!!

What if this is when OFA got transferred from Yoichi to the 2nd?

Wait! I know what you're thinking, but just follow along with me here.

I know that in order for OFA to be transferred, it has to be through DNA. Eat a hair, exchange blood. But listen! What if that wasn't always the case?

Here's the thing, the first couple of Users didn't know about how OFA was exchanged, did they? So they wouldn't know OFA could be exchanged through DNA.

And we know you can't just consume the DNA of the User unless it's willing between both the predecessor and the successor.

And we also know that that OFA grew stronger over time as it passed on.

Okay, well consider this!

OFA was just a transferable quirk when it started with Yoichi, it was a weak quirk. It was "useless" unless another party got involved. So what if because it was weak, it really just needed a simple touch be passed on? OFA itself didn't possess any of the Users so there was no willpower for it be avoid being passed to anyone. It wasn't developed. It wasn't a holding place for the vestiges. DNA wasn't necessary until it got stronger to the point that a simple touch like holding hands became extremely dangerous so exchanging DNA became also a shield to prevent it falling into the wrong hands.

Not only that, what if this is where the mutual agreement thing started?

Yoichi may be a kind mind, but he isn't stupid nor naive. He could tell the 2nd wanted to kill him when he burst through the door like that, but he still accepted his hand, right? Because he trusted him. Think about it. If he thought the 2nd was tricking him in order to kill him, he wouldn't have accepted his hand. Why?

Because what's the point of coming through the door like that with the intent to kill and wait later when he had the chance right there? Yoichi was defenseless, he was sickly. Why would the 2nd wait to kill him?

Think back to the scene when Ippan Josei (big fox lady) was getting attacked. They thought that even though she was pleading for them to stop, she would attacked them once they dropped their guard.

It's like that!

In this case, the trust worked! Yoichi managed to escape AFO because he trusted the 2nd. He was willing to go with him. He felt safe. Therefore, OFA was safe enough to transfer to the 2nd.

Also, consider this!

Symbolism!

Why hold hands? Why would that be the time OFA got exchanged?

You know who is the creator of this story, right? Horikoshi Kohei and we know how he is with hands.

Hands are a big deal in BNHA.

Shigaraki and his family's hands.

Midoriya’s hands and Iida with his hand injury.

The hand crusher joke.

Hand holding happens quite often.

A lot of quirk users use their hands and one of them is Katsuki Bakugou.

Why am I bringing up him?

What is one of the most important hand holding scenes in this story?

THIS!!

Ah, yes, the river scene!

Wonder why I'm bringing this up still?

Well, for one, it's one of the most impacting events in Bakugou and Midoriya’s relationship. We all know that day Bakugou rejected Midoriya’s hand because he felt some kind of way and regrets it later.

What if Yoichi didn't trust the 2nd that day?

OFA never would have gotten transferred and Yoichi probably would have died sooner. And AFO would have won much more earlier.

What if the river scene also was a hint to that? What if the river scene was a clue that shows how OFA got started because instead of feeling like they didn't need or wanted help, they accepted it from the person they trusted?

Also, check out the characteristics.

Midoriya and Yoichi were both considered weak individuals, they're the start and end of OFA, and they have green eyes. They're kind and compassionate. There's also looking at two certain spiky haired individuals as their heroes.

Bakugou and the 2nd are leaders/being followed by others, use tools for their fast working quirks, spiky haired and red eyed. They're also brash, wanting to get things done even if it means using violence. Defied AFO and got killed by him. Had a change of heart when it came to certain green eyed individuals.

Their hand holding scenes are reversed!

Midoriya and the 2nd reached out to Bakugou and Yoichi. However, one rejected help and later regretted while the other who accepted is satisfied with his decision.

What if this whole time that's what Horikoshi wanted us to see?

That yeah, Midoriya and Bakugou's relationship is very important to the story. But so important that it gave us a hint the whole time as to how OFA got transferred in the first place?

What if that is how OFA went from Yoichi to the 2nd?

A simple hand hold?

[katyspersonal]

I think one of the longest clown emoji streaks I've earned regarding Elden Ring ideas is how I've made a joke like "lmao how many times do you think Leda and Hornsent hatefucked" but then it turned into an actual dynamic that got my interest in literal 20 minutes ffgfnkfjnn

The worst/best part about them is that they have full capacity for being reasonable, they just CHOOSE to not use it 🤦‍♂️ But it would be interesting considering they both have a lot of aggression to tame, and this hypothetical relationship just feels so.. "alive"? I don't have a better term.

Like think about how whereas he is trying to fix the quest of revenge where it belonged (Messmer and associates), he of course has relapses sometimes and Leda is too trigger-happy to jump onto "oh so you ARE unfit for the world Miquella wants I guess, I wasn't right to trust you" instantly. And like.. it is not very nice to make him unsafe just because he naturally has PTSD episodes. Every goddamn time. And I like to think that sooner or later he'd finally manage to successfully communicate it to her in the way that'd make her understand how much pressure she has been putting on him because of her paranoia. Like guilt and trying to do better than to threaten to get back at being enemies just when he is finally attached to someone again

I also doubt that he is good at these things, like my friend Val says, noting good ever comes out of his mouth regardless of intentions hfhggfh He would probably still feel self-conscious that he is "wasting her time" because after having lost his actual family he would not start another one no matter what. Like, he would want to tell her that he can not offer her kind of bond and experiences she deserves, especially considering she barely if at all had relationship yet.. but then tell her something along the lines of seeking someone that'd treat her like "real woman" or otherwise misogynistic stuff vfhfhhb And they'd go through uncomfortable but needed convo that she is a knight, not a housewife and a mother. Like, she is not "robbed of her proper place by a bitter broken man", she decides where her place is and not anyone else (well except for kind miquella of cooooourse :3 though imagine her actually hastily correcting the moment of self-assertion with Miquella's name, like if she did something wrong 😔). Just her way to say she's content, but I just know these people can't express any affection directly! It is always something under exterior of vitriol and coldness that they just learn to read between lines fuckin tsunderes, man

I just like how this is all not perfect at all just because they stopped trying to kill each other! It gives some dynamic, something I found entertaining to imagine? These are not even all conflicts between the two I can imagine, but also them both being very hardened people helps it to not get toxic! Especially since there is an actual variant of the events in the game where they find common ground despite having fought earlier! Again: they CAN, they just DON'T xD

But still it is embarrassing how I no longer can even shitpost/be horny/both without turning it into some headcanons tangent gdjghfh I am booboo the fool

[polyklok]

D, G, M, Z (fluff) and G, I, U, V (smut) for Skwisgaar please! I hope these are not too much aaa (^∀^；)

Not at all!

D- Domestic

So firstly, a common theme in your relationship with Skwisgaar is that is greatly depends on how deep into the relationship you are. The beginning is incredibly different than a few months in, which is incredibly different than a few years in. He needs a lot of time and patience to open up to you.

At first, no one could believe that you managed to tie down Skwisgaar Skwigelf, the Sex God, the biggest whore on earth. Even he thinks he’s experiencing some sort of weird phase and that he’s gonna drop you sooner or later. He can’t imagine a future where the two of you live a domestic lifestyle. He hasn’t done any housework in years, laughs at the idea of marriage, and children aren’t important to him; he’s had plenty by now.

But once he gets comfortable, he slowly develops feelings of actual love rather than just attraction, he emotionally relies on you…that’s when he doesn’t hate the idea of being with you forever. He can’t give up the band, he just can’t. That reputation is going to be with him forever. But he’ll contribute a few chores around Mordhaus just to make your life easier. He’ll consider a small marriage just because he thinks the word ‘wife’ would suit you. And he doesn’t want children but if you happen to get a positive test…he won’t run away.

G- Gentle

He’s not exactly a sweetheart. He has a hard time being genuine, so his love is gonna come in the form of teasing and sarcasm. He’s gonna make fun of you pretty often. If he strikes a chord hahah, let him know. He’ll seem to brush it off but he keeps himself in check from then on. He cares a lot more than he seems.

You’d expect a guy with his physicality portfolio to have a better sense of affection. Nope! He’s incredibly stiff with any kind of hugging, cuddling, or quick kisses. His brain bluescreens and he’s gonna pluck at his guitar a little quicker when you try to be sweet on him. He won’t turn you down, of course, but he’s not sure how to receive it. Overtime, he’ll get better, he’ll squeeze back when you give him a hug. He’s actually very decent when he gets some time to adjust.

M- Morning

He always wakes up before you. He developed a habit of this to kick out any lingering groupies from the night before. But now, whether he likes it or not, he loves you. So he takes the extra time in the morning to just…stare at your sleeping form. He leans into your warmth, won’t peel you off if you’re cuddled up to him, will move your hair out of your face. He eventually picks up the guitar at the side of his bed, strumming away while he soaks in emotions he didn’t even know were possible for him to feel.

When you wake up to the noise, he briefly taunts you for being such a “Sleepingsheads” before he starts the day with an extensive skincare routine.

Z- Zzz

You’re getting smacked.

He has long limbs that he likes to stretch out while he sleeps and he moves around a whole bunch. It’s inevitable that a hand or foot is going to bump into you. He’s not a blanket stealer or loud snorer, but he does take up 75% of the space in bed. Your only option is to basically curl yourself up against or around his torso so you can avoid being pushed out of bed. He’s against this at first, but it eventually becomes routine to lay on top of him while his arms and legs move around.

He also hates being in bed alone after he gets adjusted to your presence. When he’s tired, he’s deciding that you’re tired and will drag you off with him. If you refuse, he’ll sit beside you all whiny until you finally give in.

G- Goofy

At first? Absolutely not. Sex is sort of a sacred act to him and he does not have all that much humility. If you try to joke around, he will give you the most annoyed stare. He takes his talents very seriously.

But, as I keep repeating, he eases up once he gets comfortable. He might snicker at little slip ups, will kiss some ticklish spots, and just enjoy seeing you smile in the moment. Although the opportunities for goofiness will be few and far between, as you’re likely going to be caught up in your own pleasure.

I- Intimacy

Skwis has this special ability to make you feel like you two are the only people on earth. He’s practically hypnotic in the way he moves, feels, sounds, looks, and tastes. It really doesn’t matter how much effort he puts in romance-wise, every single second is going to feel incredibly intimate and full of passion.

He memorizes your habits, preferences, and every single spot that drives you crazy. Once he’s more committed to you, he’s gonna be muttering about how perfect you are and how obsessed he is with you; it’s pure poetry. And any effort he does put it, like setting the mood, is gonna amplify that feeling to godly amounts.

U- Unfair

I know I just got done praising how loving he is, but Oh My God, he is such a little shit to you. He’s very good at determining at when you’re getting close to finishing and then pulling away at the very last second. He’s gonna grope at you and mutter absolute filth in your ear in public before walking away with the smuggest grin. He’ll act oblivious when you’re incredibly desperate and practically begging the pants off of him. But he’ll never leave you hanging too long; after all, he’s horny as well. It’s gonna be annoying but so worth it when he finally gives into you.

Here’s a secret; Skwisgaar loves being teased. He gets so weak for it. He’ll be incredibly obnoxious, whining and pleading, but he’s really into it. Please hold him back, please make him work for an orgasm, please have him beg in order to touch you. He craves that feeling so badly.

V- Volume

Nothing too special tbh. I’ve actually think we’ve heard his sex noises in the show. It’s very similar to the way he goes “Heugh, ‘ja” all the time. His moans are good, don’t get me wrong, but that’s all they are; moans.

His dirty talk is where it’s at. He says all the right things, whether sweet or filthy. He could have you on your knees with just a couple words, I swear it. He holds an incredible power of you, it’s kinda scary.

If anyone else wants to make a request like this, refer back to here!

[duunswitch]

SHIPPING INFO. Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

she's an oc so. you know. all ships are otp ships honestly lmao.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

as long as there's communication between the writers i'm generally down for anything, unless it's a squick/trigger for me, or it's something the muses themselves aren't into. i'll generally communicate my boundaries if we come up against it in a ship

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

depends on the characters and the setting for me, mainly; normal humans in a modern verse as adults it's whatever as long as everyone's consenting and no one's a minor tho it might be weird with super large age gaps and i'm not a fan of "this adult watched this kid grow up and then decided they were in love" dynamics just bc i'm not into it as a trope, but in supernatural or non human charas it's more complicated, tho still no minors

Are you selective when shipping?

i'm a chemistry shipper; i'm not selective per say, but whether or not i ship with someone depends on how well the muses click. it often only takes me a couple interactions to see how well a muse gels with another muse (on my end) and if there's any chemistry on my muse's end, as well as what sort of dynamic they're likely to have but i'll usually poke after that if there appears to be interest from your muse, or if it's something we've joked about/you've shown interest in. and obviously even if i think the chemistry's good, you don't have to agree! it's a mutual collab so if one half the ship's not into it then it's fine to say no.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

naked time, or once hands get under clothes, tho i will usually start readmore'ing/tagging sooner than that just for consideration of other people on the dash bc i know several of my followers check their dash while at work.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

i'm very easily swayed! so if there's potential for a ship and the muses gel well in interactions we've had then feel free to just kick in my door and say something, don't feel you have to wait for me to indicate interest lmao.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

absolutely not lmao; that said i'm stupid so i may not realize that's what you want, so just say something if i haven't caught on. just be aware that if the muse herself isn't interested there's not much i can do about it bc i don't write well when i'm forcing a ship lmao. and be aware that trying to railroad me into it after i declined will result in a block

How often do you like to ship?

if i can ship it i will if there's interest; it's fun to explore the dynamic it brings to the table, but it doesn't have to be the only kind of relationship she has

Are you multiship?

yep!! all ships happen in their own contained verse even when they share the same verse tags, unless everyone involved has agreed otherwise (poly ships and the like)

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

50/50? i enjoy dynamics of all kinds and actually i would super love some more antagonistic relationships, and platonic/familial ships are also super fun (holds up akari's mordred muse and arthurian blogs like simba as an example of antag friendships and family bonds!)

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

le's an oc from my original novel i will probably never publish lmao so. all of her ships are my favorite ship

Finally, how does one ship with you?

literally just ask if you think there's potential there! if the muses work then i'm down and if they don't then we can figure out other relationships to destroy them with

tagged. @diivineray tagging. whoever wants it

[silverbladexyz]

LOL THE FLAGS WHEN YOU ASK THEM

“Would you still love me if i was a worm?”

Ah yes, I was wondering when this request would come...

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to it's original owner. Slight Stormbringer spoilers below!

TW: Mentions of death.

The Flags when asked 'Would you still love me if I was a worm?'

Pianoman:

-He was quite confused and thought that you were joking, but he quickly saw how you were being serious

-Laughs a bit and asks you why you thought up that question, but he says 'I don't see why not. I'll keep you in the best soil and watch you grow and even play the piano for you if you wanted. I'd still love you just as much as I love you right now.'

-But there was one part that he didn't add. And it's that he will find out whoever did that to you and behead them. Perhaps even do some... unspeakable things to them first

-Cuddles you a lot more for the rest of the day, and probably even asks you the exact same question, to which you definitely reply yes 💗

Albatross:

-Doesn’t even hesitate to say ‘of course I would!’ when you ask him that question. I feel like he’s caught up on social media so he probably was expecting you to ask it sooner or later

-‘I would still give you kisses and cuddles and head pats even if you were a worm! And I would also take you out on dates and to our hangouts with the Flags! I would even-’ Albatross dear, we know you would but please consider the possibility of that even happening lol But I won’t stop you :p

-He even buys you a worm for your birthday. Or a really fancy drawing of a worm. Or a worm onesie. Pianoman had quite a great time laughing himself sick

-Actually spouts a lot of interesting facts about worms and won’t stop. It turns into quite an interesting biology lesson if it’s not for Chuuya yelling at Albatross to shut up lol

-Might even get a car in the shape of a worm, or have worms painted ✨aesthetically ✨ over his vehicle- okay maybe I’m getting too out off hand here

-Point is, Albatross would still love you if you were anything else 💞

Doc:

-He probably looked at you questioningly and wasn’t about to reply, but when you asked him again he gave you an answer

-‘That is a very strange question... considering the fact of that circumstance happening is close to 0%’ ‘But would you still love me if that happened?’

-Doc thinks that this question was unnecessary, because no matter what you turned into, the answer would still be a big ‘yes’

-Tells that straight to your face and smiles teasingly when he sees you blush a little

-Then he proceeds to tell you... interesting facts about worms and makes you semi-traumatised from worms lmao

-But he won’t kill worms anymore. Consider it as a gift for you :)

Iceman:

-Raises his eyebrow at the question, but doesn’t ask why

-Very calmly answers ‘yes’. He’s so calm about it that people could think you two weren’t even talking about anything

-You then proceed to ask him if he would love you if you were other types of animals and plants, such as a cockroach, a belladonna, a mosquito, and each time he would say ‘I don’t see it happening, but I would still love you and treat you the same’

-Was confused on why you were a bit flustered and buried your head into his chest, but he didn’t ask and instead brought his arm around you, pulling you into a light hug

-Might even ask Albatross about the question, and in return he got an overexcited Albatross talking to him about some stuff on social media that he has no idea of

-Iceman then asks you the same question the next day, but you both know the answer already :3

Lippmann:

-He’s slightly more cultured than the others, maybe not as cultured as Albatross, but still enough to know about the types of slang used among Gen Z

-I mean he probably has a lot of co-workers and fellow actors who showed him a lot of social media and stuff, so I guess it’s safe to say that he’s kind of caught up with all the references today

-So when you ask him the question, he might blink once, before chuckling elegantly and answering ‘yes’ but in the most poetic and fancy and ‘extra-est’ way possible. It’s enough to make you blush a lot

-Gives you slow kisses on your nose, forehead, cheeks, hands, basically everywhere on your upper body while murmuring how he would still love you even if you were in another form

-Loves it when he sees you turn more red, and gently teases you. My stomach has a lot of butterflies just writing this ahaha

-But when you ask him if he would love you if you were a snake or an ant, he gives you a really long kiss which conveys his answer ♥

Question of the Day: Would YOU guys still love me if I were a worm? :)

@pixyys @pianotross @nekokinax @the-mourning-stars @angolicious @yuugen-benni @xxelfmamaxx @irethepotato @arisu-chan4646 @lakeside-paradise @yukitomybeloved @catzlivedforbsd