#I WANNA MEET HIM AGAIN AAAA

[garma-mom]

I just had a dream with Daryl Dixon, he was so nice and caring and all of a sudden, THE ROAR OF A FUCKING GARBAGE TRUCK WOKE ME FUCKING UP AAAAAA 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬😭😭😭😭😭 I WANT MY DAD BAAACK AAAAAAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔

[sanjisleggy]

the warlord and his bodyguard (crocodile x reader)

req: Could you do a Mihawk or Crocodile x Marine reader. Like it's her job to watch them on missions or be in contact with the Warlords. And whoever you pick fell hard for the Marine but knows he shouldn't. Maybe he flirts with her and she tries to remain professional because she could get fired or way worse. But the man is determined

a/n: aaaa!! this was one of my earliest requests but i held off on writing it since i wasn’t sure if i wanted to write for Mihawk or Crocodile :’) luckily since then i’ve got to meet Crocodile again in the impel down arc so i feel a bit more comfortable trying to write for him :D i tweaked the plot a little to fit the ideas i had so i hope the requester doesn’t mind!

contents: reader is a not a good marine (lol), Crocodile is kinda down bad, pining, reader has devil fruit powers, a somewhat graphic depiction of violence, near-death experience (not violent), some fluff, very little angst

wc. 2.3k

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i. 

“tell me,” the imposing figure says, his voice so deep you swear the ground beneath your feet trembles ever so slightly. “did the World Government send you to mock me?”

Crocodile taps his hook against the surface of his mahogany desk, his heavy-lidded eyes peering sharply at you as he awaits your response. though he may be one of the Seven Warlords, you find it difficult to feel threatened by him, having faced and escaped more dire situations in your past as a cadet. besides, it’s rather rare for your potential cause of death to be so visually appealing.

“i should say no but both of us know that isn’t truly the case.” your response seems to have caught him off guard, his eyes widening ever so slightly. to your surprise, Crocodile follows it up with a smirk, all the while keeping his lit cigar held firmly in between his teeth.

“so what is the reason you’re supposed to tell me?”

as though reciting a script, you share how out of the goodness of the World Government’s hearts, they’ve decided to begin a new initiative to improve relations between the Warlords and the Marines. “thus, every Warlord will be provided with a bodyguard.” you’re unable to hold back the contempt in your tone and Crocodile picks up on it instantly.

“think you’re too good for the job, officer?” he replies in a disinterested manner.

“no, the job’s fine,” you admit, seeing no reason to be dishonest, “i just think they could’ve at least tried to come up with a better lie. i am glad i was assigned to you, though, and not Gecko Moria or Donquixote.” you can’t help but scoff.

the Warlord’s laugh catches you off guard. the fact that the sound alone causes a stirring in your chest alarms you even more.

what an interesting woman you are.

“so what will it take to keep your mouth shut?” Crocodile gets straight to the point, already fully aware of how your daily duties include a report back to headquarters on his activity. in all honesty, he’d meant it partially as a joke or, perhaps, a final attempt at sending you a message: you’re no threat to me.

“i don’t know,” you reply, taking a few steps to get closer to his desk before you lean forward slightly to level your eyes with his, “what’re you willing to offer?”

the Warlord can’t tell if you’re joking–and he’s not sure how he feels about that.

ii.

two months go by and business at Rain Dinners has been the same as always.

contrary to Crocodile’s expectations, your sudden arrival hasn’t impeded his progress on the casino and Baroque Works. his initial concerns over an influx in Marine officers storming Rain Dinners or a Vice Admiral showing up to tear down his secret organisation quickly go unfounded when it dawns on him that you’re truly not interested in taking him down.

if anything, he’s been enjoying your company. you’re an intelligent person whom he’s surprisingly able to have pleasant conversations with. you seem to have a keen sense of perception, knowing when to simply watch events unfold and when to interfere–though the latter instances have been rare considering his status in Alabasta deters trouble-making in his place of business. 

after the first few weeks of having you trail behind him everywhere he goes, Crocodile finds himself getting used to being in your company. today, however, marks the first time the Warlord feels a need for something more.

though the Warlord is surrounded by beautiful women all vying for a crumb of his attention–a common occurrence when he makes his occasional appearance at his own casino’s bar–he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if you’re the one sitting beside him instead. not the kind of man to let his imagination run wild, however, he quickly reminds himself that you’re standing a distance away behind him as you always do.

before Crocodile can fully return to enjoying his evening in the presence of the women around him, though, he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as a familiar sense of danger snaps his attention to the lady on his right side. within the span of a second, he readies himself to activate his devil fruit powers but before he can even fully register what she’s trying to pull, you make your move.

recognising the stained needle held in between the woman’s fingers as being composed of sea prism stone, your body reacts on its own volition.

“shave.” 

to nearby onlookers, a blurry figure shoots its way across the room before you reemerge right behind the wannabe-assassin. without any warning, you place your right palm against the back of her head.

“twist.”

with a sickening crunch that reverberates throughout the once bustling casino, the woman’s body from her neck downward begins to turn a full 360 degrees whilst her head remains completely still in the palm of your hand. as her corpse flops to the ground, you hear the combined sounds of onlookers retching and gasping–but no running. the only one seemingly completely unbothered by the cold blooded murder is the assassination target himself.

“i could’ve handled it myself,” Crocodile sighs, puffing a cloud of smoke from his cigar, “though admittedly i am impressed by your efficiency.”

“were you aware the needle was made of sea prism stone?” your question catches him off guard; and he’s only further surprised when you bend down to pick it up from the floor with your bare hand.

“poisoned? i figured,” he admits, “but made of the stone? truth be told i was not aware.” the Warlord’s eyes travel slowly from the tiny needle held in between your fingers up to your face. as expected, you’re affected by the sea prism stone–he can tell from the droopiness of your eyelids and the way you furrow your eyebrows. “i could kill you right now,” Crocodile adds, unable to help his curiosity in what your response might be to such a suggestion.

“feel free,” you reply, a tired smile appearing on your tired face.

“don’t be ridiculous.” he shoots a glance at a random employee and gestures to the corpse. once it’s been taken away, he nods at the now-available seat. “take a seat, drink with me… and throw the needle away.”

iii.

three weeks later, you come storming into Crocodile’s office unannounced. normally he doesn’t tolerate such behaviour–the guest he’d been hosting even flinches outwardly, as though steeling himself to witness your impending death–but once the Warlord’s eyes lay on you, all anger flies out the window.

“why’d you do it?” you ask, clutching a crumpled letter in your hand as you make your way to his desk. with a wave of his hand, he dismisses his guest and remains silent and still until the two of you are left alone in the large room.

now that he’d had some time to take a closer look at you, the expression on your face screams less anger and more confusion–contrary to the way you’d nearly kicked down his door to get in. eyes flickering to the letter in your hand, the familiar material of the paper reminds him of a particular event that happened just a week ago.

“something troubling you, Miss Bodyguard?” the Warlord asked while in the midst of handling a mountain of paperwork.

“my village is in danger,” you’d replied without hesitation, not seeing any need to hide the truth from him–it was a trait he very much appreciated in you. “we used to always get harassed by pirates but lately it’s gotten worse and the berry i send home isn’t enough to keep them away anymore.”

a part of him expected you to drop a subtle plea for help but you never did. once you’d answered his question, you went back to being silent, eyes trained on the crumpled piece of paper held in your trembling hands.

“what’s the name of your village? and on what island?”

“remind me what you’re accusing me of?” Crocodile replies in his usual monotonous tone.

“you sent people to my village,” you say almost breathlessly, unable to help the tears welling up in your eyes as your heart pounds within the confines of your chest. “you’ve been protecting them, haven’t you?”

“yes.” 

“why?”

i hated seeing you worry.

“you wouldn’t be a very efficient bodyguard if you’re constantly thinking about your home, would you?”

for a long while, you simply stare at him in silence, your widened eyes glued to his deep-set ones. your gaze is so intense it’s almost as though you’re trying to peer straight into his soul; for a split second, the Warlord wonders if you’ve perhaps passed out while standing up with your eyes open.

“thank you,” you say softly with a smile on your face–the mere sight of which sends what the Warlord thought had been dead and cold in his chest into overdrive. for the first time in years, his heart races not from anger or adrenaline but from something else he’d long forgotten the feeling of.

iv.

four days pass by and Crocodile once again feels a strange sensation in his chest but this time it’s from worry.

within the course of an evening, you’d gone from perfectly healthy to deathly ill. first you’d collapsed after dinner–nearly hitting your head on the cold tiled floor had he not been fast enough to catch you–before a dangerously high fever started to set in. without hesitation, as he carried you to your quarters, the Warlord demanded for the best of Alabasta’s doctors and nurses to make their way over immediately.

now as the moon hangs high in the desert sky, its light shining through your windows just enough to illuminate your room barely, you find yourself accompanied by the Warlord himself. sitting quietly in a chair set beside your bed, you watch him as he reads a folder full of documents, using only the moonlight casting in as his source of light.

you feel terribly hot and extremely cold at the same time as you lay under the weight of your comforter, a wet towel resting on your forehead. your throat feels dry no matter how much water you drink so you’ve long since stopped asking for more–now only drinking when he periodically offers a glass to you.

in your fevered haze, you faintly recall some instances after you’d collapsed: the feeling of strong arms carrying you away, holding you close to a warm chest; the anger in a familiar voice it barked orders at others; the feeling of a large hand caressing your cheek as you laid barely awake.

“she will be okay, thankfully we made it in time to pump all the poison out of her system,” the leading doctor shared with Crocodile outside your bedroom door after a grueling few hours of medical care.

“poison?” the Warlord furrowed his eyebrows.

“yes, Sir Crocodile, we found a large trace of various poisonous substances in her stomach. frankly, she’s lucky to be alive.”

“is my face really that amusing to stare at?” he asks in a tone that lacks any bite as he directs his attention to you.

“you are quite handsome,” you admit with a weak smile. he feels his face warm up and hopes it at least doesn’t show on his skin. “you frown too much, though.”

“oh, really?”

“yeah. especially tonight.” you slowly take in a deep breath only to start coughing uncontrollably when the air gets lodged in your throat. Crocodile responds quickly but without haste, handing you a fresh glass of water as you sit yourself up. you drink it all before continuing to speak. “you’ve been frowning in a sort of angry way ever since the doctors left… what’s wrong?”

the Warlord takes a moment to look at you. there’s a thin sheen of sweat covering your skin and the bags under your eyes look the darkest they’ve ever been since he met you, frankly you look terrible but at least you’re alive. as much as he wants to pretend he doesn’t know why your survival makes him feel so relieved, he’s too smart to be fooled even by himself.

“you nearly died from an assassination attempt.” Crocodile hands you the folder he’d been pouring over while you rested. “i sent my best agents to investigate after the doctors told me you’d been poisoned.”

although your eyes burn with exhaustion, you managed to scan through all the documents with ease. you feel your already-weakened heart twist in a bizarre mixture of sadness, indignation and resignation as you learned the truth of your near-death experience.

“the World Government must’ve thought i was quite the threat to send Cipher Pol 8 after me, huh?” you say, laughing half-heartedly as you hand the folder back to Crocodile. “i guess i must’ve defected without realising.” you speak with an air of nonchalance that piques the man’s interest.

“knowing the World Government, you’ll probably have a bounty on your head once they realise you lived.” 

“i know,” you sigh, “the smart thing to do would be to leave Alabasta once i’m all better, don’t you think? i will miss keeping an eye on you, though.” the way you’re looking at him as you wait for his response is strangely playful and he feels the initial pang of disappointment morph instead into a tiny bit of hope. 

“join me,” Crocodile says exactly what he knows you want to hear. “i happen to have grown quite fond of being watched by you.” you smile widely and it sends his heart into a fit.

“join Baroque Works?”

“no.” he reaches out to grab your clammy hand, engulfing it with his much larger one; with an uncharacteristic gentleness, the Warlord brings it up to his lips before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “not Baroque Works, join me. stay by my side.”

“i’d like nothing more.”

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[pervspace]

This is my last Leon req i swear!! Perverted Leon who cannot get enough of m!readers thighss!! He can't help but dream of squishing them and fuckin in between them. It's not as good as the real deal tho ♡

warnings: nsfw, m.reader, pervert!leon, he’s like a desperate puppy :((, somnophila, kinda cliffhanger ending cause i lowkey wanna make a pt2 cause i love this sm aaaaa

word count: 797

note: aaaa i loved writing this please keep sending requests!!!

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he felt ashamed of himself, he really was just a pervert. you and leon have been friends for years, you two shared a home, shared a bed, shared practically everything. you two were just friends though, that’s what was driving him almost mad. how was he supposed to act normal when his cock was threatening to jump out of his jeans whenever he saw your thighs, the way they would expand whenever you sat down, how they jiggled when you walked, how they would spill over the fabric of your thigh highs. he even got to take a picture of you where your thighs were clear and visible, he’s found himself doing perverted stuff when thinking to your thighs.

constantly fucking into any object that reminded him of your thighs, he felt so ashamed fucking into one of your pillows like a dog in heat. humping the soft fabric until his cock started to hurt, he was overstimulating himself before he even came. he couldn’t help it, it was your fault! how could you walk around in such slutty shorts and not expect him to get hard? you had to be doing it on purpose is what he tried to tell himself, it had to be you teasing him on purpose. he was driving himself insane, his cock was begging for him to stop the relentless abuse but he just couldn’t. he came onto every polaroid of you, the bottom of his shirt stuffed into his mouth to prevent the whimpers and moans that spilled from his pretty pink lips. he decided he was going to take a step up tonight, he was going to try something new.

“leon…get it together, this is so fucked.” he was absolutely right, he shouldn’t be in your room at 2am watching you sleep, he shouldn’t be gently taking the covers off your sleeping frame to see your body. his cock jumped at the sight of your sleeping body, the way you looked so peaceful and beautiful like this. “fuck…can’t help it m’sorry…it hurts if i don’t touch it…” he pulled your thighs together and just stared like a deer in headlights, tugging his sweatpants down he palmed his cock through his boxers. he had already soaked through the fabric with his pre cum, it was a pathetic sight to see…him desperately pumping into his hands while staring at your thighs, he even stole a pair of your boxers to shove in his mouth to keep him quiet.

he was suffocated in your scent, you lingered in every one of his senses. he brushed his palm against his angry red tip and let out a choked out moan, he really should stop. you could wake up at any minute and catch him being a filthy perv! he couldn’t stop his hips from moving up to meet his hand, his eyes were wet and glossy with tears. everything felt so good when it was influenced by you, he had never felt this good touching himself when he was just watching porn. it was you, all he wanted was you, but there’s no way you would have him. not after the sinful acts he’s committing in your room at the moment, you would definitely move out and never speak to him.

“m’sorry…’m such a bad boy…please fo-forgive me.”he was begging for you, he wasn’t quite sure what he was begging for but he needed it. his balance was unsteady as he fucked his hand faster, his palm twtisting all around his tip. he felt the knot in his stomach tighten uncomfortably, he wanted to cum on you, but he knows he couldn’t.

cum on his thighs, you can clean it up later.

n-no that’s not-

you deserve it, you’ve worked hard and you’ve held back from bending him over and fucking him raw.

don’t wanna it-its bad if i-

you’ll never get this opportunity again, just cum.

he tried to hold back, he really did. he just couldn’t behave himself around you, he was just a gross pervert. “m’sorrysorrysorry…pleaaasseee forgive me baby i-i’m gonna cu-cum…!” he let out a final drawn out whine before cumming all over your thighs, he pumped himself through his orgasm. his body was ruined with aftershocks of his sinful actions, his cum was spread so beautifully across your thighs. he was a bad boy, the absolute worst boy ever. how could he do something like that? he quickly left the room out of pure embarrassment. he came on his best friend's thighs while he was sleeping, he laid in his own bed thinking over and over about what he just did.

he was woken up by the bright sun peaking through his blinds and a warm wet breath against his ear, “what a pervert you are, kennedy.”

[sonicblueartist]

Rayman x Reader

A/N: I know I said I won't write for Rayman until I post all of your Bullfrog requests but I couldn't help myself. This idea suddenly come to my mind.

He is either the Rayman from the games or from Captain Laserhawk but before he was choosen to be Eden's poster boi~ You can choose whichever. You can even think this either romantic or platonic too :)

AND SO SORRY FOR THE TYPO MISTAKES AAAA

Summery: Pure fluff no warnings, wholesome moments, a bit cursing, and Rayman worries about something...

Masterlist

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Stary Night

You somewhat sharply expressed in surprise breaking the short moment of silence, "You are over one hundred?"

The night, beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon. As the colours of the day rest, the hillside becomes its monochrome beauty. The moon and stars shine above the passing clouds of ink. The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and give you a nice kind of serenity, within it's safety you could feel your own soul all the more clearly.

You were lying on one of the branches of a giant tree, big enough for both of your bodies to fit, and watching away this peaceful night slowly circle around your bodies.

A short stuffed snort come from him, it sounded forced and mockery. Or maybe it's just your tired mind playing with you.

His hands behind his head, he never once looked anywhere other then the stars. He hissed, "Eh, who knows? I stop counting a long time ago." He chuckled and made a shrugging like effort. After all he had no shoulders to shrug...

You teased with a smirk, never giving him a glance, "Heh, good to know... grandpa~"

He hit your shoulder playfully with an annoyed groan, "I knew telling you this wasn't a good idea..." he grumbled with a pout.

You coad and sit up patting his hand, "Aww, don't worry. I find it really cool. Wait. Are you immortal or just age different? Omg, if you are aging backwards that would be so cool."

He give you a glance causing you to freeze. That wasn't his usual annoyed or playfull stares.

He swallowed and sit up, glancing away.

"...I age slowly..." He simply answered your teasing question.

You pressed your lips. Have you step on a sensitive topic?

You try to ease him up, "Hey... Nothing wrong with aging slowly you know. You will going to stay and look young for quite a while and--"

"It's not as awesome as you think it is. What do you think going to happen after one hundered years later?"

You actually pondered about it, "Well I think you could look young for two thousands years--"

He give you a glare and cut you off, "You will not be there." He scoffed giving an answer to his own question. He shook his head in disbelief and look away.

You frowned. Of course... this was what he have been worrying about. Before you can even open your mouth to speak, he suck a sharp breath and speak up again.

"One hundered years... I lost some people, yeah I did make new ones in the way but... it never stop hurting... and it never will. I thought about just build walls around myself at some point but... I know who I am and I will never stop meeting new ones and help people around." He smiled to himself but it's fade as quick. He heavied a sigh, "I just don't wanna lose anyone I guess." He quickly muttered. He scratched his cheek, seems like ashamed to admit all this, "S-sorry. Didn't mean to lay it all off on you." He chuckled.

You smiled and slide next to him, hitting his side the way he did to you, "Hey, I don't care about age or what the future holds for us. I care about right now. And what's happening right now? We are both sitting together on a giant tree swarmed by the peacfullness of the night." He smiled at that.

You continued, "Age doesn't matter, it does not choose who you are, you do. What makes you you is your experiences and your... pleasures? Wait- No- I fucked it up."

He snorted at that. A real laugh. His fist of laughs caused you to start laughing along with him. He couldn't hold back himself and drop down on his back. He snickered and gasped for breath.

"My pleasures?" He choked out.

You snickered, "I said what I said." You shrugged proudly, "Now, tell me, What gives you pleasure in this world?"

His hands slipped back behind his head as he closed his eyes with a thoughtfull expression, "Hmm... I guess... adventures. Without them I would probably go insane by now." He chuckled.

You lay back aslo, "Yeah, adventures are fun."

"What about you?" He glanced at you.

You grinned at that and poked his nose, "You will never know."

He quickly sit up with the the most arrogant, playfull grin you ever saw him wearing, "Ahhh, I know. I get it. It's me isn't it?"

You burst into laughing, "Holy shit what?! You?! No way!"

He nudges your sides, "Come oooon, come on, come on, admit it!"

You try to push his floating hands away, and to stop your laughing but his tickling making it much worse, "S-stop it! Hahaha Y-you're gonna kill meee!!" You wheezed out.

He pouted playfully, "Fineee. You are no fun." He drop down on his back again, a peacfull smile on his lips.

You gasp for air and sighed, "God, I'm exhusted." You groaned and send a playfull glear in his way which he grinned at.

You two continued to lay down on the branch observing the stars. Your tired mind and body wouldn't let you even move an inch, your eyelids get heaver and heavier. It was so hard for you to try to make them stay open. After your little war with him made you even more exhausted than you were already is. Your mind felt heavy and sturggle to graps reality.

"Hey... uh... before you fall asleep or something... I want to say... thank you... for being here." He sounded content.

You smiled with his soft voice.

[merakiui]

Hai hai! Meraaaaa, you've done it again. A magnum opus once more! I really loved the new Riddle fic!

Since it was an arranged marriage and more in the victorian age anddddd was also inspired by Coraline (it gives me the creeps but I still love it) from the bottom of my heart it's the past life of your fic love me not!

From my observation, It has a lot of parallels. Firstly, Riddle's mother doesn't like FL because of her attitude, unperfect and too little for her liking and both Riddle fighting for their engagement. Second! Riddle's tapping, Well more on Moro's but Riddle in love me not was tapping as they waited for the oven to bake the lemon tart? and FL noticed that the place was weird.

Third, the place was weird, while Moro's looking glass noticed it pretty much sooner Love me not noticed it at the ending of the fic. Though Love me not got the FL in the ending, I'm quite curious if the mirror is still working? Since it was stated that there should be a part of him so that it'd go through her world and since there was nothing.. a broken mirror is useless at this point but that's just my interpretation of course!

Also! this line in Moro's! It also parallels the questions you've got in love me not

iii. the third petal is plucked from the wilting rose: “he loves me.” to what extent does he love you? “passionately, you see.” - from love me not

"It wants me. To what extent, I’m unsure. But if it truly does love me as it claimed… Surely it wouldn’t hurt me." - from Moro's looking glass

MERA MERA I WANNA DISSECT YOUR BRAIN AND PEER INSIDE OF IT LIKE WHERE DO YOU GET THESE WORDS?! It's so lovely and haunting and like gob smacking like wowww, big brain moment, it's like a song that just flows in! All your fics were aaahhhhhhhhhhh!!! ヽ⁠(⁠｡⁠◕⁠o⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠.

actually.. actually this is my third ask but I didn't know how to introduce myself hehe. I'm Italian Mafia Tako and Mera day anon (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠). I'm quite shy and an introvert that's why I'd rather hide between anonymous asks hehe.. I also didn't know what to call myself haha and and! I'd rather introduce myself before I get caught.. You'll find me in your asks once in a while.. randomly, but I was anxious if you'd notice that my writing patterns are alike hehe. That's why Idia is one of my kinnies, I'd rather do it anonymous hehehe sorry Mera (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

.. I'm rambling a bit too much but I love all your fics! Every fic has a special place in my heart. This is the only time that I'd be jealous of a Tako but I wish that I could have three hearts to store all your fics, all so lovely and filling hehe! Have a great day author! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

MAFIA TAKO/MERA DAY ANON, HELLO!!!! SWEETEST GREETINGS TO YOU~~~ it's lovely to chat again!! I'm happy to see you in my inbox!! :D and omg,,, such a kind message AAAAAAA!!!! T^T <3 please don't apologize for sending anonymously!! Whatever way is easiest and most comfortable for you! 💖 thank you so much for reading Moros's Looking Glass and for enjoying the rest of my fics as well!!! To say you would want three hearts to store all of my fics..... aaaa I'm so happy to hear that!!!! ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ sending you all of my love!!!!!!!!

AAAAA IS IT TRULY A MAGNUM (MOROS HEHE) OPUS?!?!? :O I never realized just how many parallels it has with Love Me Not!!! Those are all great catches! The line parallels between Moros and Love Me Not were completely unintentional, but I'm shocked at how well they align with one another omg!! I think the Love Me Not and Moros MCs should meet to discuss their Riddles. ^^;;;; group therapy with them... I think Moros!MC would be sympathetic towards Love Me Not!MC's situation. A motherly sort of figure almost,,, aaaa they both deserve happiness and freedom from the terrible Riddles!!!

As for your question of whether the mirror is still working, it's somewhat functional (i.e. it's still a prison for Mr. Moros)!! Moros is still trapped within and can't cross over into the real world because there is no part of him that exists there and Reader still has the locket with Riddle's hair. <3 he's essentially just a really useless charm necklace now since the mirror is in pieces. T_T it isn't big enough for him to slip out even when Reader is sleeping, so she is safe. <3

[kaylaz-world-00]

Rayman x Reader

A/N: I know I said I won't write for Rayman until I post all of your Bullfrog requests but I couldn't help myself. This idea suddenly come to my mind.

He is either the Rayman from the games or from Captain Laserhawk but before he was choosen to be Eden's poster boi~ You can choose whichever. You can even think this either romantic or platonic too :)

AND SO SORRY FOR THE TYPO MISTAKES AAAA

Summery: Pure fluff no warnings, wholesome moments, a bit cursing, and Rayman worries about something...

Masterlist

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

The night, beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon. As the colours of the day rest, the hillside becomes its monochrome beauty. The moon and stars shine above the passing clouds of ink. The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and give you a nice kind of serenity, within it's safety you could feel your own soul all the more clearly.

You somewhat sharply expressed in surprise breaking the short moment of silence, "You are over one hundred?"

You were lying on one of the branches of a giant tree, big enough for both of your bodies to fit, and watching away this peaceful night slowly circle around your bodies.

A short stuffed snort come from him, it sounded forced and mockery. Or maybe it's just your tired mind playing with you.

His hands behind his head, he never once looked anywhere other then the stars. He hissed, "Eh, who knows? I stop counting a long time ago." He chuckled and made a shrugging like effort. After all he had no shoulders to shrug...

You teased with a smirk, never giving him a glance, "Heh, good to know... grandpa~"

He hit your shoulder playfully with an annoyed groan, "I knew telling you this wasn't a good idea..." he grumbled with a pout.

You coad and sit up patting his hand, "Aww, don't worry. I find it really cool. Wait. Are you immortal or just age different? Omg, if you are aging backwards that would be so cool."

He give you a glance causing you to freeze. That wasn't his usual annoyed or playfull stares.

He swallowed and sit up, glancing away.

"...I age slowly..." He simply answered your teasing question.

You pressed your lips. Have you step on a sensitive topic?

You try to ease him up, "Hey... Nothing wrong with aging slowly you know. You will going to stay and look young for quite a while and--"

"It's not as awesome as you think it is. What do you think going to happen after one hundered years later?"

You actually pondered about it, "Well I think you could look young for two thousands years--"

He give you a glare and cut you off, "You will not be there." He scoffed giving an answer to his own question. He shook his head in disbelief and look away.

You frowned. Of course... this was what he have been worrying about. Before you can even open your mouth to speak, he suck a sharp breath and speak up again.

"One hundered years... I lost some people, yeah I did make new ones in the way but... it never stop hurting... and it never will. I thought about just build walls around myself at some point but... I know who I am and I will never stop meeting new ones and help people around." He smiled to himself but it's fade as quick. He heavied a sigh, "I just don't wanna lose anyone I guess." He quickly muttered. He scratched his cheek, seems like ashamed to admit all this, "S-sorry. Didn't mean to lay it all off on you." He chuckled.

You smiled and slide next to him, hitting his side the way he did to you, "Hey, I don't care about age or what the future holds for us. I care about right now. And what's happening right now? We are both sitting together on a giant tree swarmed by the peacfullness of the night." He smiled at that.

You continued, "Age doesn't matter, it does not choose who you are, you do. What makes you you is your experiences and your... pleasures? Wait- No- I fucked it up."

He snorted at that. A real laugh. His fist of laughs caused you to start laughing along with him. He couldn't hold back himself and drop down on his back. He snickered and gasped for breath.

"My pleasures?" He choked out.

You snickered, "I said what I said." You shrugged proudly, "Now, tell me, What gives you pleasure in this world?"

His hands slipped back behind his head as he closed his eyes with a thoughtfull expression, "Hmm... I guess... adventures. Without them I would probably go insane by now." He chuckled.

You lay back aslo, "Yeah, adventures are fun."

"What about you?" He glanced at you.

You grinned at that and poked his nose, "You will never know."

He quickly sit up with the the most arrogant, playfull grin you ever saw him wearing, "Ahhh, I know. I get it. It's me isn't it?"

You burst into laughing, "Holy shit what?! You?! No way!"

He nudges your sides, "Come oooon, come on, come on, admit it!"

You try to push his floating hands away, and to stop your laughing but his tickling making it much worse, "S-stop it! Hahaha Y-you're gonna kill meee!!" You wheezed out.

He pouted playfully, "Fineee. You are no fun." He drop down on his back again, a peacfull smile on his lips.

You gasp for air and sighed, "God, I'm exhusted." You groaned and send a playfull glear in his way which he grinned at.

You two continued to lay down on the branch observing the stars. Your tired mind and body wouldn't let you even move an inch, your eyelids get heaver and heavier. It was so hard for you to try to make them stay open. After your little war with him made you even more exhausted than you were already is. Your mind felt heavy and sturggle to graps reality.

"Hey... uh... before you fall asleep or something... I want to say... thank you... for being here." He sounded content.

You smiled with his soft voice.

[stunie]

zevieeeee could i ask to hear more about you and ume :33 like do you guys have a song, when did yall say “i love you” for the first time, when did you know you were in love with him, etc I WANNA KNOW ALL ABOUT IT :D

mothe !! i think this has to to be my official umie lore post :> but first thank you sm for asking ?! you are so sweet. hugging u soso tight ^ ^

me and ume originally met in elementary school! we reached for the same book in the library— i wanted it because it had all the flowers and what they symbolized in it… i wanted to learn about that. i pulled back my hand as soon as mine touched his !! i was so embarrassed.. i didn’t want to make him sad so i said he could have it. ume blinked a couple times before he smiled again and offered to just read it together !! we decided to meet up in the school’s garden the next day to read it. he was (excitedly) reading the entire book to me while i was laying beside him .. and he taught me how to braid stands of grass after !! we made each other promise bracelets that evening :>

the second meeting was years later…. we had gone to different middle schools and didn’t have a way to contact each other. i was struggling to reach a book on the top shelf of my uni’s library…. and he came up behind me to help!! although i had my headphones in so he scared me soo bad > < i made a lil noise of surprise and jerked around to see him .. and then. we both looked at each other for a bit. the realization that we’ve actually met before has both of us gasping (a little too loudly for the library!!!) … but that was our lil reunion !! we visited the local bakery that night (his apology for scaring me) and taste tested almost everything on the menu. :’)

the next few meetings … we had each other’s contact info now!! i told him that i frequently stargaze and he asked to come with me (said it’s dangerous to sit in the middle of nowhere and stare at the sky all alone!!). it was probably when he pulled me into his side to keep me warm when i first knew i was in love. he was just so close … and he pressed his cheek up against mine when i was trying to point at the correct star > < it just slipped !!! the lil ‘…i love you’ came out of my mouth before i knew it aaaa. and his eyes went so wide !! so that ended up being the start of our relationship !!!! ^ ^ <33

also…dandelions - ruth b !! snippet here > < & picrew link hehe

[venusbby]

hello val 🤗 for the game can i request prompt 26 + bachira? and ofc bachira being his goofy self says the second line!

thank you so much if you are going to do this ! take ur time <3

🍁 character & prompt: BACHIRA MEGURU // #26. "what are you doing?" "sneaking in. be quiet please. i'm scared of your parents."

note: aaaa this is so bachiracore!! thankyou for requesting! i hope u like this and have a nice day <33333 mwa # drabble game prompts

summary: after not seeing you at his game, your boyfriend bachira takes the matter into his own hands, ignoring the fear of getting caught by your parents just to meet you.

another noise made it to your ears even though you had your headphones on. this was the second time in a row, and even if you brushed it off the first time, thinking that it was probably some background sound from the show you were watching, you couldn't help but be curious about it this time.

cautiously, you climbed out of your bed, headphones kept quietly on the mattress as you tried to see if the noise came back again.

"ow, fuck!" a muffled voice came from the direction of the window.

you gasped, whipping your head in the same direction, warily eyeing the glass window.

then you heard a soft knock from the outside, paired with a familiar face on the other side, streaks of blond hair more noticeable due to your bedroom light.

your jaw dropped, and you hurried to open the window, eyes as wide as saucers.

"baby!" whispered bachira, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you as he carefully brought himself in, the sleeve of his shirt almost getting stuck in a tree branch.

"what in the," you said, flabbergasted. your voice was louder than your boyfriend liked it to be— he winced as you talked further. "what the fuck are you doing?"

"sneaking in," he replied in a hushed tone, giving you an example of how you should speak. "be quiet please. i'm scared of your parents."

you inhaled, at a loss for words. it was 1 am— bachira should have been at his place, getting the rest he needs after the game at school today, and he somehow ended up here?

ignoring the way your mouth was still fallen apart in shock, your boyfriend engulfed you in a tight hug, planting a lingering kiss on your temple. he nuzzled his face in your neck until his voice was barely audible when he spoke. "i missed you."

you chuckled, one hand settling on his back and the other travelling upwards to ruffle his hair. "you're so done if my parents find out,"

"...and i missed you too." you added after that, pulling away to meet his eyes with a wide smile on your face.

maybe he was a little too risky when it came to meeting you without your parents finding out, but you would never let his effort go to waste. your boyfriend was the one and only person you'd risk it all for— even if it meant that you'd have to hide him under your bed if your mom woke up and came upstairs. just incase.

bachira caressed your cheek, blinking slowly. "you weren't there for the game today. i looked everywhere for you."

you nodded, "i wasn't feeling too well. 'm sorry. i should've texted."

he shrugged, beaming now. his hands slowly trailed down to your waist. although he was smirking, the tips of his ears were red. he kept his voice low. "it doesn't matter. i'm here to kiss you until you feel better."

you almost squealed when he picked you up, your legs hurriedly wrapping around his body as he brought you to the bed, earning a soft groan from him. "shush— i don't wanna die tonight."

"sorry," you said with a sheepish grin, only for bachira to shut you up by crashing his lips against yours, pulling away just as quickly.

"i knew you were amazing today, even though i wasn't there." you said, settling in his lap.

"yeah?" he grinned, satisfied with your praise. his hands rested on your back to support you so you wouldn't lose balance, thumb rubbing mindless circles into the material of your shirt. "would've been even better if you were there, though."

"don't worry, i'll be there for the next one," you replied. "it would be a crime not to be, especially after you did all this for me."

"that's right," he looked smug, lightly squeezing your waist. "i'll even dedicate a goal to you."

"the other girls will be jealous, babe." you giggled.

"that's not my problem," he sang quietly, making you bury your head in his chest to muffle down your laugh.

🍄 taglist: @hyomagiri @yoimyas @beanxiv <33

[101emo]

Shorthand: 101 What does that mean? Are they just letters?

Once again, emo culture being born into the early 2000s, shorthand texting was popular- who has time to click on the keypad for each letter when you could do about three instead?

You defiantly know the classic 'OMG' and 'LOL', but do you know them all and what they mean?

Below is an in depth chart showing what shorthand letters mean what phrase, modern or not; (This entry does contain swearing.)

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AFAIK: As far as I know. "AFAIK? He's right."

AF: As fuck. "That show was good AF."

AFK: Away from keyboard. "Going AFK for a while."

AKA: Also known as. "AKA an ass."

ATM: At the moment. "Nothing going on ATM."

BB/BBG/BBB: Baby, baby girl, baby boy. "Love you BBG x."

BRB: Be right back. "BRB, dinner."

BTW: By the way. "I know the answers, BTW."

CD9/9: Code 9. "CD9 (When someones at the computer or watching)."

CM/CMP/PCM/CMB: Call me, call me please, please call me, call me back. "CMB later."

DM/DMs/PM: Direct message, direct messages, private messages. "She wanted to PM me."

DW: Dont worry. "DW about it."

ED: Eating Disorder. Please contact the Butterfly Foundation if you're struggling x

FML: Fuck my life. "I failed that test, FML."

FR: For real. "She's cute FR."

FW: Fuck with. "I FW that idea."

FOMO: Fear of missing out. "She's got mad FOMO."

FWB: Friends with benefits. "Nah, we're just FWB right now."

FWIW: For what it's worth. "FWIW, I don't think he's good for you."

GB: Goodbye. "Goodnight, GB!"

GN: Goodnight. "Bye, GN!"

GG: Good game. "GG dude!"

GL/GLHF: Good luck, good luck have fun. "Your game is on? GLHF!"

GOAT: Greatest of all time. "MCR is the GOAT."

GTG: Got to go. "GTG, I'll see you tomorrow!"

GTFO/GTFOOH: Get the fuck out, get the fuck out of here. "GTFO with that normie stuff."

HTH: Hope this helps. "HTH with the homework."

HW: Homework. "Have you got the HW notes?"

ICYMI/ICUMI: In case you missed it. "ICYMI, here are the notes."

HTH: Hope this helps. "HTH with the homework."

IDGAF: I don't give a fuck. "IDGAF if she said that."

IK: I know. "Yeah, IK about last week."

IDK/IDRK: I don't know, I don't really know. "IDRK about history."

IIRC: If I recall/remember correctly. "IIRC, he walks home."

IDC/IDRC: I don't care, I don't really care. "IDC about that."

IMO/IMHO: In my opinion, in my honest opinion. "IMO, she's trashy."

LY/ILY/ILU: Love you, I love you. "ILY baby!"

ILYSM/ILUSM: I love you so much. "ILYSM AAAA!"

IRL: In real life. "IRL he's not that cute."

ISTG: I swear to god, I swear to gosh. "ISTG if she's in my class."

JK,JJ: Just kidding, just joking. "JK! That skirt is a cute blue."

K/KK: Okay. "Meet you there, k?"

KIL/KILK: Keep it low, keep it lowkey. "KILK, he doesn't know about the party."

KMS: Killing myself, kill myself. "If I fail, gonna KMS."

KMST: Killing myself tonight. Please call a helpline number x

KYS: Kill yourself Don't bully people please.. Only friends xD

LTR/L8R: Later. "Call LTR?"

LM/LMU: Lets meet, lets meet up. "LMU at the mall later?"

LMK: Let me know. "LMK what happens on Friday."

LOL: Laugh out loud, laughing out loud. "That post? LOL!"

LMAO: Laughing my ass off. "Stop. LMAO!"

NM/NDM: Not much, not doing much. "NDM tonight."

NP: No problem. "NP for the notes!"

NW: No way, no worries. (depends on context for this one). "NW that actually happened."

OC: Of course. "OC I heard it."

OG: Original, on god. (depends on context for this one). "That copy was OG."

OIS/OIC: Oh I see. "OIS, you like her now?"

OMG: Oh my god, oh my gosh. "OMG! I'm dying!"

ORLY/OR: Oh really? "ORLY? He said that?"

OTP/OTP: On the phone, one true pair. (depends on context for this one). "Him and her? OTP for sure."

POS: Piece of shit. "He's a POS for that."

PPL: People. "Yeah, PPL heard that."

QT: Cute, cutie. "He's such a QT."

RN: Right now. "Wanna play RN?"

RLLY: Really. "You RLLY gonna believe that?"

R: Are. "R you gonna be there?"

RU: Are you. "RU coming to school tomorrow?"

RUS: Are you serious. "RUS? She said that?"

ROTF/ROTFL: Rolling on the floor, rolling on the floor laughing. "ROTFL! That face!"

SMH: Shaking my head. "SMH, she can't do that."

SRSLY/SRS: Seriously, serious. "Are you SRS?"

SSDD/SSDS: Same story- different day, same story- different shit. "You know school. SSDS."

SH: Self harm. Please call a helpline number x

STFU: Shut the fuck up. "STFU, no one likes that."

SYS/SYT: See you soon, see you shortly, see you tomorrow. "Okay! SYS!"

TBC/TBH: To be clear, to be honest. "TBH, she sucks."

THX: Thanks. "THX for today!"

TMI: Too much information. "Woah, TMI."

TN: Tonight. "What you doing TN?"

TFW/MFW: That face when, that feeling when, my face when, my feeling when. "MFW he wears sweatpants."

TTYL: Talk to you layer. "I have to go to sleep, TTYL!"

U: You. "U can't be serious."

UR: You're, your. "You left UR sweater here."

WB: Welcome back. "WB! How was dinner?"

WBY/WBU: What about you. "WBU? I like red."

WTF/WTH: What the fuck, what the hell. "WTF was that about?"

YOLO: You only live once. "I'm going out, YOLO!"

YW: You're welcome. "YW for the advice!"

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[r0-boat]

Can I get something about Larry’s first time with his SO? Not like his FIRST time but like the first time with them, know what I mean? They’re both nervous and awkward trying to figure what each other likes.

Headcannons scenario I don’t care, whatever you feel like writing. I just need more Larry, I just wanna pick him up and shake him like a magic 8 ball

Ahh, i love i just.

Larry's first time with s/o

Suggestive/fluff

Drabble

Slight nsfw. (no sex)

I'm not sure if this is NSFW or not aaaa

Larry hesitates for a moment when he pushes you down onto the bed. Your eyes were wide and unblinking, staring at him that was looming over you, his hands pressed firmly against the mattress, trapping you between his bed and his body. Those onyx eyes usually avoid emotion and show your side of him that you've never seen; though it excited you, it also frightened you since this was the first time a partner has ever looked at you in such a way.

Your heart thumps in your chest, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. You screw your eyes shut when Larry leans down. Feeling his lips on yours makes your head spin. Larry dives further down to your neck, hesitating once again, deciding whether to bite or lick your neck, ultimately choosing the latter. Noticing how you tensed up when his tongue ran across your neck, he stopped immediately. Larry is confused and concerned just in case he has done something wrong. " Is there something wrong?"

You didn't know how to respond. Unable to meet his eyes, you didn't really want his first time with you to be boring or unfulfilling, letting him do all the work. And it's not like you didn't want him, you did you."

After a few minutes, Larry breaks the silence noticing your nervousness. "Um... Is this your first time?".

Your eyes widen was it really that obvious? You didn't answer only giving him a nod.

"it's mine too... Well... My first time in a long time," Larry admits. " so please forgive me if I'm a little rusty, but I'll make sure that you're comfortable."

Larry watches you fiddle with your fingers nervously. An idea of flashing through his head, he grabs your hips earning a squeak from your lips as Larry takes his place underneath you. You follow his lead getting on top of him. You did not notice what he was doing until you were straddling him, your heart fluttering when you felt his bulge pressing firmly against your ass.

" I wanted you to have full control if that's okay."

Larry stated, is his hands took their places on your thighs.

" if you at any point feel uncomfortable and wish to stop please tell me."

You don't know why. Maybe it's because you had your eyes closed when he was kissing you, or maybe it was the way he was looking up at you with nervousness yet anticipation and longing, but You saw him in a different light. His chest slowly rose and fell; his lips slightly parted as if waiting patiently for yours to meet them, his hair usually neatly, a mess and in his face. And those onyx eyes seemed a lot softer with his pupils blown wide. The blush on his face no spreading to his ears . And more importantly, he was yours to do with as you pleased.

[the1trueanon]

I FINALLY GOT THESE DONE HERE WE GO:

ACTOR AU SAGE!!!

Fun fact! Actor AU is currently the only WH AU to have a version of Sage instead of Rosemary! :D

Her intro stuff is really long, so I'll put it under the cut (AAAA IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE HER)!!

So, for the Actor AU, Sage actually isn't an actor at all! She's a singer and songwriter who has pretty recently (like, within the past year or two before meeting the WH cast, maybe?) become very popular. Sage's personality and music draw a lot of inspiration from AURORA and MALINDA -- songs that tend to have a lot of deeper meaning behind them. She's eccentric and honestly a bit weird, but she's most known for being open and honest about herself and her music, and for being very caring and sweet. She's able to immediately connect to people and help them see different points of view, which is part of why she's gotten so popular with both puppet and human audiences.

Wally, of course, doesn't really trust it, considering how he thinks and what he believes. He assumes she's probably just another attention-hungry diva, thinking they're the shit, using the whole "lets all be best buds!" schtick to sell out. So he doesn't really pay attention to her or what she does too much, besides taking note of her rising popularity.

That is, of course, until he meets her.

Due to Sage's rising popularity, the show executives decide to have her come on the show as a sort of guest star. Wally doesn't really like this, but they're able to negotiate him to at least try it out for an episode and they'll decide what to do after that. Wally reluctantly agrees, but he's not too optimistic about it. He's really just expecting another one of those "rising star" types, y'know? (Which, fair enough, when you consider what all he's probably had to deal with in his time, plus the fact that all he's probably ever seen or heard of her is in interviews, and he puts on an act well enough for his, so.)

I have a whole actual comic planned detailing this that I'll hopefully finish and get out soon (sitting and writing comics is hard when you have near-zero focus QwQ) but essentially he's outside, before filming for the first day of this, just to get air before having to go back in and start directing things and getting ready and she approaches him and just starts talking with him. And he has no idea who the fuck this is??? (Honest to god, he'll never admit it now but he thought she was an intern or something at first XD) But slowly he goes from just answering her shortly to actually participating in the conversation?? And not just a "how's the weather" sort of thing, but like. Actual deep conversation, about what he's doing out there and talking through a little bit of the stress and stuff. And eventually he kinda like, comes to and realizes he's been talking way too much about way too deep stuff and he's like "hold up who tf are you again?" Which is about the same time her manager (who has been named Savannah and she's also a sweetheart) comes out looking for her and before Sage heads in she fully introduces herself to him, and he's just. Stunned. Absolutely blown away.

Here he was, expecting some diva he'd have to give the shake down to, but instead he's met with just. A girl. An honest, strange, caring girl.

This continues throughout that week of filming, Sage subverting every expectation Wally previously had of her. The whole time he's just more and more startled by Sage and who she is. Her whole team is super sweet and she obviously has very deep trust in them, and jokes with them like friends. She treats his staff with utmost respect (which, admittedly, makes him act on his best behavior every time she's around. He doesn't wanna look bad in comparison XD). She seems to genuinely enjoy her time there and what she's doing. Even more than that, Sage honestly has a very poor filter, so she talks a lot about everything lol, but it can be good! Because this is how Wally learns about her drive to create and how much she genuinely wants to bring people together. He finds out that really, the two of them have very similar visions, just for different audiences. Later, he and the executives and director and stuff are all discussing if they wanna keep doing stuff with her and her team and he's just immediately like "Yes. Absolutely. She has a similar vision to me. We either keep doing stuff with her or I'm personally helping fund her, capiche?" and they're all like "👀Got it" XD

And then, of course, there's her music. Which, after that first day of filming, he searches up as much of as he can and listens to it. And is again absolutely blown away lmao (there's another little comic idea I have for this too hehehe but its much shorter than the other one)

And thus begins Wally's journey of self-improvement, led by Sage's example /j XDDDD

ANYWAY HRGHRGHRGHRHGR THATS ALL THE EXPOSITION IMMA GIVE HERE CAUSE THATS A LOT AND THERE'S STILL A TON MORE STORY IN MY BRAIN BUT AUUUGGGHHH I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS AU (also Frills, I have no idea what spell you've put on me with this thing but I have never made such cinematic art before O-O don't stop XD)

As always, Welcome Home belongs to Clown (partycoffin) and Actor/Diva Wally and the Actor AU belong to the wonderful @frillsand!! 💖💖💖

[m0stlygh0st]

❤️ first kiss/realization with anyone you want!! <3 :3c

Aaaa thank you Amaya! <:3c I went back and forth on who to write this one about, but here we go!

Getaway Car - Realization

It had been a long day, and the mission hadn’t been going very well. Just snag some food from a local convenience store and come right back; that was all they had to do. But one way or another, things had escalated and the police were hot on their tail.

Spinner and Sav ran, hand in hand, ducking around corners and darting down streets as quickly as they could. It was never easy, having to get a lot of their food on a five-finger discount, but the League was still building itself up. 

“All this for a couple cups of instant ramen and canned tuna, huh?” she quipped, a breathless smirk on her face as they ducked into an alley.

Spinner shushed her, standing over her with one hand on the wall and the other clutching a box of soup mix close to his chest. There was a beat of silence before he sighed, his eyes still locked on the empty evening streets. 

“I think we’re safe but we might wanna lay low for a second, just to be sure. We can’t have anyone following us back to the base,”

“Right, right,” she replied, her eyes flicking between his face and along the length of his arm before she spoke up once again, “... Shu?”

“W-what?” Spinner looked down at Sav in an instant. She’d started calling him that when it was just the two of them, and it never failed to catch his attention.

“Why didn’t we just split up earlier? It’s usually easier if we split up, isn’t it? That way, one of us makes it back with something even if the other gets held up for a bit, right?” she glanced down at the pilfered food in their possession and sighed, “I just think it might’ve been easier if you went ahead, you know?”

“And leave you behind to get caught? Are you out of your mind, Sav?!”

She blinked, surprised to hear him answer in such a way. He almost seemed offended by the idea of leaving her behind, which was oddly endearing to her. Then again, she realized that everything Spinner did was endearing to her in too many ways to count. 

“... Sorry, sorry. I just–” he sighed, looking down at the pavement before meeting her gaze again, “I have my reasons. I like having you nearby in case anything happens, you know?”

Sav was quiet. She took in the look in his eyes and the way he seemed almost too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. His chest was rising and falling a little more than it usually would, and she could almost make out the light dusting of pink on the scales of his cheeks. 

Oh.

Her tail wagged a bit against the wall of the building, and she looked out to the street. A smile played on her lips as she realized something else about Spinner that she found even more endearing than everything else he did.

“... I like having you nearby, too, Shu.”

[nottsangel]

i had a mental breakdown last week (?) or was it this week? i genuinely don't remember. BUT I CRASHED OUT BADLY. i TALKED and cried with my mom on the phone for a good 2 hours. she told me that i should NEVER EVER think that they would hate me or that they would regard me as lazy for resigning! she told me to do what i feel like doing and they will be supportive and proud nonetheless.

now idk if i will quit, this week was fine. but it's not a long time job for me. i literally see how drained the people are and i don't wanna be like that. EVER. i am thinking of talking with a teacher at uni and with some other people i know that are teachers at a private school here to try getting into teaching! i had fun doing it before and i think i might be more fit for a "dynamic" job. but i will think about that more after my exams.

andd i have some good (?) news!!! you know how i told you i found a blond nerdy guy cute in my class, followed him on insta and all of that. and how he never messaged me AND recently he didn't even watch my stories. i was so ready to give up, thinking he is NOT just shy as we've speculated, but not interested.

WELP YESTERDAY I HAD AN EXAM FOR SAID COUSE. we were supposed to go to diff hours, so the chances of us meeting were small. even so, we never talked before, so, again, it could have been strange for us to interact. LONG STORY SHORT, WE CROSSED PATHS AND HE INITIATED A CONVERSATION. it was so natural and chill ISBSODBKS it was nothing much, he asked about the exam, but i am glad he at least knows who i am.

before he left i told him good luck and that we will definitely see each other next semester so that he will not dare ignore me. my bff was with me and she analyzed the whole situation: she said that he was definitely shy, he couldn't hold eye contact with me. he was also all smiley and, although he acknowledged my bff too, it was obvious that he wanted to talk to ME.

some good things happened this week ig. we will see what will happen to my job and to mr nerd - 🍯 anon

aww baby your mom sounds so sweet!!! i’m so happy to hear that she’s so supportive of you!

HE STARTED A CONVERSATION WITH YOU ????? AAAA that’s so exciting omg im so glad he finally did it !!!!!! hearing everything it really sounds like that man has a crush on you n it’s so cute <33

[camels-pen]

(i haven't read Whole Cake in a while, and i never really watched it, so bear with me)

I'd love to write a fic with Usopp on Whole Cake. it'd be sooo fucking long and i'd need to refresh myself on the entire arc, but god i'd probably be so satisfied when it's done. specifically for having brought a single moment in my head to life, but we'll get to that.

On Zou, he insists to be taken along on the Sanji rescue team and has worked himself up with a whole bunch of very good reasons as to why he should go there instead of helping in Wano, but of course Luffy just immediately accepts with a "yeah sure"

With Whole Cake, I think he'd be flipping between having fun as part of the idiot trio/quartet (Luffy, Chopper, Carrot), and being terrified with Nami. There wouldn't be that many differences in the arc as a whole, though; some things would be easier/better and some things would be worse- I don't necessarily think Usopp's presence would be overall an advantage or disadvantage, just different. Like, major events would stay mostly the same, but little details would change and maybe those little details would build to a far more drastic change-

for example, maybe one of Big Mom's kids considers themself a great sniper and wants a match with Usopp, or is motivated to work harder because Usopp is around and they want to take him out and boast about it. Maybe it means Sunny takes more damage than canon, or maybe Usopp's help means less damage to Sunny. (idk if i'd really do smth like this, but it's just an example)

skjdhf fuck i'm really not equipped to try and figure this out when i don't remember shit from Whole Cake aaaa

I do know that, despite his penchant for talking and rambling, I'd probably have Usopp be dead silent after his initial shock when Sanji fights Luffy. Everything about that is the same, except Usopp is just watching Sanji the whole time- not panicking, not moving, and not speaking. He doesn't say a word the entire time, doesn't even make a sound, and that, along with Luffy's words and Nami's begging, stick with Sanji.

(Usopp is thinking of his own fight with Luffy in Water 7, he's partially wondering if this was what it was like- if it was this painful to watch from the sidelines- and partially knowing he doesn't have to say a word, because he knew, like he knew back then, that it didn't matter what was said. It wasn't quite the same, but he could tell in the way Sanji moved, in the way he spoke and held himself, that he was putting on a front, trying to be brave in all the wrong ways. Usopp didn't say a word to Sanji because there was nothing he could say that Sanji himself didn't already know. Should've known. And his quiet, direct stare, was more than enough.)

the singular moment i really wanna write, is a scene where Sanji is apologizing for dragging them into his mess- either during the big meeting in Bege's castle or some other time- and Usopp's like "I'll do what you can't, you do what I can't, right?" and Sanji pauses, a little confused, until he remembers Enies Lobby and a stupid mask and cape and-

and tears are gathering in his eyes now, fuck, but he laughs a little. It sounds wet and his face is itchy and they're surrounded by tentative allies, but he- he laughs again and he says, "Fuck, you remembered that?"

Usopp shrugs, a little smile on his face. "They were some wise words from a wise man."

Sanji laughs a third time. "You think I'm wise?"

And they banter a little more before Bege tells them to quit it since they're on a time constraint or something. Quietly, Usopp will ask, "It-it helps. On bad days. And I figured, 'what's a worse day than this?' Ah, not that you getting married would ever be bad per se-"

"Usopp," Sanji says, looking more relaxed and settled. He smiles fondly and grabs his friend in a one armed hug, crushing him to his side. "Thanks."

And yeah, don't remember much beyond that, except the whole "hiding and then busting out of the cake" bit, which would mean Usopp in a cute little tuxedo or smth- maybe with a fedora aaaaaa <- loves fedoras- helping out with the fighting and eventually sailing with everyone to Wano.

He would be so distressed about fixing up Sunny now that the whole thing with Whole Cake is over. Maybe there'd be a gag about him promising Franky to take good care of Sunny while they were gone and being confident, after being Franky's tinkering partner and learning from him over time, that he could handle minor repair work much better than he did the first time around with Merry. And so when he finally takes in all the very-not-minor repairs he has to do, he's certain Franky is gonna strangle him for not keeping his promise. Probably also try to write in some nostalgic 'repairman Usopp' vibes from pre-Water 7.

Also something something, Sanji, wanting to do more for the crew bc he still feels guilty about Whole Cake, decides to take it upon himself to help Usopp not fall into a whole anxiety spiral about the ship. In turn, Usopp ends up helping Sanji not feel so guilty- usually by handing his own words back to him on a silver platter. And, yknow, having the two of them bonding and being buddies again like they so rarely get to be in canon nowadays qwq

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IM WATCHING THE FINALE OF ROTTMNT SOMEONE SEND HELP I AM DYING. I AM SOBBING AT ALL OF THIS. THEY KNEW KARAI FOR 10 MINUTES AND NOW SHES GONE. THIS IS SO HEART FELT AND SO SAD AND SO BROKEN AND IM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND! I don’t know if I can commit to this.

I’ll keep this thread going but damn is this a lot to take in.

AND RAPH CARRYING EVERYONE AND HAVING TO HOLD LEO BACK AND SPLINTER AND DRUXUM BEING THAT AWESOME DADS THAT THEY ARE, STAYINF BEHIND TO STAVE OFF SHREDDER.

Aaaaa

Pt 2:

OMG LAST EPISODE BEFORE THE MOVIE AND I AM FREAKING OUT. AND CASSANDRA?! OMG I KNOW HER HEART IS IN THE RIGHT PLACE BUT OMG. THIS IS GONNA BE INSANE

also is shredder voiced by the same guy that voiced splinter in 2012? Coz if that’s the case I’m gonna die, yk again

I also thought Draxum was gonna betray them, but thank god he didn’t. I love Him too much

This is going to end my life. I hope my boys are gonna be ok.

OMG OK HERE IT IS, FINAL BATTLE. AAAA

Pt 3.

OMIGOSH OK WOW. I JUST FINISHED IT BUT IVE GOT WORK SO ILL HAVE TO WSTCH THE MOVIE LATER. BUT GOD DAMN THAT WAS EPIC. WHY DID I NOT GIVE THIS SHOW THE BENIFIT OF THE DOUBT WHEN IT CAME OUT YEARS AGO. WHAT WAS I THINKING. I CANT WAIT TO WATCH THE MOIVE!!!

Pt 4.

ITS MOVIE TIME, HERE WE GO, MY SHIFT IS OVER AND I COULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS THE ENTIRE TIME, SO IM NOT GONNA WASTE ANYMORE PRECIOUS MINUTES, AND GET INTO IT!!!

Pt 5.

OMG THAT MOVIE WAS AMAZING, WHY DID I WAIT 5 YEARS TO START WATCHING THAT FRANCHISE. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! WHAT WAS I THINKING!? THAT MOVIE WAS FANTASTIC, ITS SO WHOLESOME AND RELATABLE AND HEARTWARMING. OMGGGGGGG! THAT IS AN AWESOME FAMILY MOIVE. BRUH OMG. ok ok but seriously I do have some actual things to say.

1. I’m sad that we didn’t get to see future Donnie and raph or much of the future at all, that sorta felt like a really big chunk that was just kinda missing. Maybe that’ll be cleared up in the new season/s coming out soon.

2. I wanna see what happens to Casey, I want him to meet his mum or something like that, because that is awesome.

3. The power of family is such an amazing element to me because realistically, they can’t be family they are different spiecies of turtles and their dad is a rat and their…dad is a yokai BUT THAT MAKES IT FOUND FAMILY. And I fucking love that even more. I never understood the unrequited love of family but found family makes it so much more close to home for me. I love them

4. DONNIE IS FUCKING AWESOME. I KNEW HE WAS MY FAVOURITE FOR A REASON. HELL YEAH!

5. This whole thing was a blast and an emotional rollercoaster and I really recommend it to anyone who hasn’t seen it (but let’s face it I’m the one that’s late to the party here) but holy fuck yes, awesome movie, awesome part of the franchisee, turtles forever

COWABUNGA!!!

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[snowy-weather]

I've been wanting to send an ask for a while and I finally have the courage to do so! First of all, Mirni is ADORABLE and her and Ralis are just so <3 Tell me about Mirni, anything you'd like? What was her life like growing up?

aaaa thank you so much! I'm always happy to hear that people like Ralis and Mirni. ^^ Because... they make me really happy so I'm glad other people like them together too. ^^

Mirni was born in Morrowind, but doesn't have too many memories of it as she and her mother left when she was still a small child. Her mother was paranoid and never really seemed to want to stay anywhere for long, so she and her daughter often didn't live in the same place for long either. Mirni's father wasn't in the picture.

Nowadays Mirni doesn't really have much contact with her mother. Despite it just being the two of them, they didn't have a super close bond while Mirni was growing up.

I'm not sure Mirni's mother is even aware her daughter is studying at the college of Winterhold. Maybe if she finds out somehow, she'll try and seek her out. Even though they weren't close, I'm sure Mirni's mom still loves her daughter and wants to know she's ok.

(I can't help but imagine what Mirni's mom would think of Ralis. XD That might be an interesting meeting.)

My current idea is that Mirni's father was Telvanni. Still working on the details with him and his story and how exactly Mirni came to be. I imagine Mirni got her curiosity and thirst for knowledge and power from her father. (But again, he wasn't really involved in Mirni's childhood. Probably stayed in Morrowind when Mirni and her mother left.)

That's all I got so far, thank you for letting me ramble about my ideas for Mirni's backstory a bit. XD I don't have too many details yet, as I feel I need to do more research about the Telvanni and the Elder Scrolls timeline to know exactly where she fits in. ^^ But these are my ideas I wanna work in so far!

Feel free to ask me questions anytime you want! ^^