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redraven393 · 19 days ago

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Transformers one time? Yes, it IS

help it is so weird to see him without a face mask, it felt naked.

what are you up to OP?? uh? ah the archives! - Opp to loud- OhhHH~ Lore.

oh no time to bounce OP- wait, Orian Pax?? oh well I can still can call him OP- OMG YOU'RE A REGULAR AT THIS?

buddy you do not negotiate about this with feds- OP- PFFFT okay

HE'S A DORK!

uh? - Uhhhh???- OP???- omg-sure take the snacks- OMG WHY IS EVERYONE KNOW YOU OP???

Opp get caught- omg??? MEGSS???? I recognize that bucket head everywhere.

D-16??- aww they're BFF! - omg he is a dork- Sentinel Prime, eh? will he be a jerk this time around? - the surface?

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OP: just imagine if we have a Cog- D-16: I will transform into a shovel to hit you OP: ... I don't like how fast you answer that

YOUR HONOR THEY ARE DORKS!!

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Megatronus prime is quite loved in this one huh? to still be called strong and not a tyrant? - and aww D-16 is a fan

did my eyes deceive me or is that fukin WHEELJACK & JAZZ??? YAUBSJ

to the MINES! - JETPACKS!

OHHH ELITA MY DARLING! -omg she's a manager- pfft OP please

ohh? this is a unique mining system- uh oh Wheely- oh no

JAZZ BABY NOOOO-

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Jazz: Just leave me! OP: ok Jazz: no wait :(

I love him

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THEY'RE SAFE!

aww Elita I am so sorry for you Darling- oh no OP don't- yeah kind expect that

oh, Sentinel home ~ is that Sunstriker? or am I crazy anytime I see the red and gold duo I just Twins???

wait its I-acon not La-con??? omg- huh he already sounds sketchy to me D-16

PROWL! - shut up Sentinel I knew you were a hack anyway- PROWL!!

ohh~ a competition at the 5000th birthday of Iacon?

MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE He SAYS IT HE SAYS THE THING!

this version OP is so much fun btw I love him but just like D-16 I too want to shake him like a Maraca- OP dear pls don't take your only best friends to a death trap

glitch as swear words for the bots is everything-, FINALLY we are back to our roots of unique swear words

aww that is so sweet.

ARCEEE!!- IRONHIDE!

huh so Quenteson is in this mess huh? 50 years, so not a recent development but not that old either

the previous Primes are so cool!

oh? - OH- PAX PLEASE!!!- and.... they're off, okay who's planning the funeral for these idiots?

aww at least Arcee is rooting for them :) - BLURR!!!!- SKYFIRE!!!!

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D-16: if we live, I'll KILL you OP: okay bestie :D

dorks

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Opp almost- SWINDLE- TAILGATE!! :D- JETSTORM!

NOO- oh no guys please don't be that dumb- they are that dumb omg- Fuk you darkwing

HOTROD! >:D - Mirage!!- oh wat? Magnets? - omg they might actually win this- fuking shoot for the skies next time I guess

CHROMIA! (you fukin bitch)

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well, you guys did wonderful for Minerbots actually

Arachnid - oh? I didn't know we were chill like that Sentinel? are we cool? - are we cool or is he still like a douche? like not Villainy but just ya know an Ick?

is he a frat dude???/

well at least you guys are not going to the slums- Hi~ DarkWing you good buddy~?

fuk you darkwing- sorry boys guess I jinx it- uhm an empurata?

OMG BUMBLEBEE MY BABY BB!! :D :D

oh, darling what have they done to you- sheeshh Bee Honey you are not meant to be here, who is evil enough to make you stuck in here!

Orion dear, Dee darling please save this boy- STEVE! - oh honey D:

OH lore? YO?! - yeah you better watch yourself D-16- didn't the just tell you that they are going to the surface? AGAIN?

Yay you brough the boy- what is the surface anyway? are they like in an eternal lockdown inside the planet’s surface or???- Elita please! -

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omg? is the planet growing mountains? - you're in Elita? - yeah Bee you got the right idea- oh nooo-

off- ELITA Darling please- hey you were the reason we were out of the train in the first place- ohh robot animals?

Bee honey please-why is it not metal? - a city?? in the surface? rust?

omg-uhhhh tense- wtf was that -Plants? in a metal world?

HOLLY SHIT is that a dead body- is the dead Quinteson rotting body makes the plantation?

oh- omg the all there??- are they eaten or were they murdered>

oh? Alpha Trion? He LIVE!? - might want to rest up a bit old guy-

oh? - huh so AT is unfamiliar with Cog less bot? - Oh? so Sentinel is a bitch then?

oh, wait so there are multiple primes at the same time? huh

SENTINEL YOU ARE A BITCH

so, it just corroded away? - I knew them living under the planet was just fukin weird- wait, are they?? using the TFP dronecon?

OMG those bitch - yeah D-16 we need a revolution

hey now, no need to victim blames here, you all are screwed- no need to fight with each other

oh, shit ok chill my guy, I’m in for the murder but like chill

omg I say it again Sentinel is a bitch-

oh? AT what are you doing- omg is it okay to like took from the dead like this??-

Omg upgrade!!- let's go! - glad Bee is here with us btw my boy deserves this.

say it say the line AT- Nonoo he didn't say the line all I want is for some to say the line WE WERE SO CLOSE TO THE LINE!!!

Opp uh oh someone is here- well if you won't say it I will

Till All are One Alpha Trion

it’s the TFP Dronecon!!! :D where is the REAL Steve- OMG he's a MAXIMAL! a RHINO! - Airchanid, you bitch

pfft L- yeah for someone who never have cogs before having them will be quite difficult - Bee so far have the most natural ability in this

HE'S A TANK! - OH NO BB D: - oh he's okay- aww look at all these dorks

oh no D-16 have a taste in blood- hmm tension is in the air

SENTINEL YU BITCH (I’ll say when ever I see him) -god he's frat boy personality sound so fukin annoying now.

Till all are one Alpha Trion, rest in peace

SHUT UP SENTINEL- okay wait so are all of them a triple changer? is that like a more normal thing here?

the nonmetal nature in Cybertron is still messing me up tbh.

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oh no is this D-16 emo era? are we getting closer to Megatron?

I mean yeah, he's right OP there is a reason it took 50 cycles for even any of you to realize this and you guys got some Hard proof

UH OH- WHOOO???- they are surface bots?? -

STARSCREAM!!! - SHOCKWAVE!!!!!- SOUNDWAVE!!!! AHUVS AGVTW

omg Bee honey- oOhhH the high guards, eh? - OP please.

where are the other members of your usual trios Star???- uhhh yeah you guys are intense

oh? go off D-16 my king??? - OoOHhh

FIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHT

uhh? Star are you a masochist? - oh shit that is some big ass gun-

oh, shit here comes the revolutions - oh no mommy is here.

Piggy bag ride let’s go!

FIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHT- part 2

well at least Star still have his cowardly persona- Yeah Go ELITA! oh no- ah shit

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not my boy nooooo- where all of the positive thinking go OP??

PFFT okay ELITA- Elita my queen please I love you but please!

yeah, there's no way you guys can do this alone YOU NEED to have more bots at your cause

YEAH, QUEEN GO OFF! - I love Elita did I say that already I’ll say it again. ILOVE YOU ELITA OUR QUEEN!!

also looks like there is no empurata in this verse HURRAY

I also love Shockwave and Soundwaves btw they are my blorboos

HE SAYS THE LINE!!!!!

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BEE YOU OKAY :D- SHUT THE FUCK UP SENTINEL YOU BITCH

omg so that's why he has that annoying high pitch voice-

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D-16: you are a traitor Sentinel: NU UH! >:(

I fukin het him

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don’t touch him you bitch- THAT BITCH!!- that fucker- YOU"RE DRAWINGS ARE SHIT!

OP SAVE YOUR BESTIE- fucker you can fly???-

oh, hey Ironhide??- YEAH EAT SHIT DARKWING- oh hey Springer????

Smokescreen?? oh hey Prowl -

SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH SPEACH

say the line damn it- why is no one saying the LINE

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fukin sentinel you bitch- D-16 honey please take a rest

yeah, ELITA LET'S GOO-THE MINERS LET'S GOOOOO

FIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHT - part 3

EWWWW WTF AIRACHNID- KILL IT KILL HER

Perfect landing if I do say so myself- hey you guys~

bestie we're here for you :D - okay still in that murder drive I see- what is your power exactly Soundwave

FACE MASK FOR MY BOY >:D- lmao get wrecked fuker- KNIFE HAND!

Sentinel you bitch- someone record that bitch's monolog so we can stream it to everyone later- oh yeah, we have the one who always see everything

omg the baby has a taste in blood now-

YEAH, GO OFF KING GET THAT BITCH!

someone make sure Bee is okay, he has too much fun in this

WELCOME TWICH STREAM CHATS TODAY WE ARE EXPOXING THE GOVERMENT!

okay guys maybe let's still be gentle in the mines those stuff is explosive right??

D-16 Please be chill omg- let's not destroy the whole city and like have more collateral damage

shut up sentinel you bitch - OP WHY??!!!- okay you guys let's focus on Sentinel first then-

OP! - omg fukin why!!! why can’t any of you be chill- that's why you need to be chill for once!

D-16? - D-16 buddy pull him up please don't - BITCH WHY????- THERE IS NO REASON FOR THAT!!! NO FUKIN REASON?!-

well, you make your choices, better kill that motherfucker like you said you would.

Primus if you're in there somewhere please god you better save this stupid ass mech- Primus you here?

oh, shit yeah public execution- oh yeah D-16? is this where we going to start a fukin tyranny?

oh, hey guys chilling in the afterlife? - THE MATRIX! >:D

welp boys introducing the new leaders of the two factions Megatron and Optimus prime

MEGATRON BUDDY PLEASE FUKIN CHILL - my guy please be chill

hey Optimus, will still be calling you OP- oh dear the newly Exes meet each other

guys please we do not need to see you two having a fight between the Exes here at the public- ohh fire power Ey?

everyone is just running away and you know what same I too would not want to be anywhere near this shit

THE BATTLE AXE! - you guys need to not be her this is between them only

guys please- this is just some bad break up please someone learn to communicate?

good God Primus all mighty

WHY ARE YOU GUYS SHOWING US THIS AT THIS MOMENT FUK

welp there he goes up in the surface- is the Energon still not flowing?

are you flirting with Elita Op? after just breaking up with Megs not too long ago? (/jk)

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Bee: I GET TO WORK FOR THE GOVERNMENT :O?! Bee: this the greatest day of my life >:D

I love him

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the Energon is flowing again let’s go!!!!!- the COGS!! LET'S GOOO

IRONHIDE!!! - SIDESWIPE!! - ARCEE - JAZZ - AUTOBOTS no wait so we are not warring with the Decepticon then?

ROOOL Credits

Oh, shit I guess we are fighting the Decepticon- cool tattoo btw Megs

#don't mind me #spoilers #transformers one #optimus prime #b 127 #d 16 #orion pax #elita one #maccadam #Good story #good animation #would love to see where we go from here #sad we didn't see Prowl #over alll 8/10 solid #watch along

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gentlefangz · 8 months ago

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ithink this is what tumblr would be like in the dogman universe: a simulator

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can those villain asshats get control of those goddamn monsters i have lost literally every single fucking thing thanks to those brainless pieces of shits last week a fucking T-REX SKELETON destroyed my fucking HOUSE and everything around it

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how are you able to say those words

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what words?

🪻 inmylane-1999 the a word, f word, and s word

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oh i see you're one of the Collardale inhabitants. screw the fuck off your town is a CURSE

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what did i do? :(

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hnstly i dont get y Daryl hangs arnd that pig guy hes rlly mean & bad

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didnt u help us go after him when he ditched us after the mini jail broke 2 bits?

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yeh butt hes still rlly mean & i was a lil moar concerned 4 Daryl

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ohhhh kk

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zomg did u guyz watch that new mini-documentary w/ Petey The Cat n Zarah Hatoff??? that waz tragickk..

#holy shart i have so much moar respect 4 him now..

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still dont know why people are supporting Petey Duckhat just because of that documentary, didn't he terrorize the city for more than a month or two?? ntm he quite literally MUTILATED Officer Knight and Greg The Dog's bodies bad enough with that bomb to where they had to become that sick and horrible abomination i have to stomach through seeing on the news every week.

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i know right?? like hes genuinely a horrible cat but people are supporting him for no other reason other than "oh hes a victim!!" like shut the fuck up and grow up.

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op i wouldn't say DogMan is sick and horrible, he seems to be in great condition despite such an accident and hard surgery to conduct, and looks perfectly happy. while i don't support Petey Duckhat either, you took it a step further and suggested that DogMan is currently in conditions horrible enough to render him an "abomination".

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dont you post tips for fucking evil monsters on your blog.

#LMAOOO dude was SLAUGHTERED so hard they deactivated #redogs

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walking on the street with a small can of living spray in my pocket and the nearest cop explodes into blood guts and viscera

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okay i get that Dr. Scum is a real and kinda sucky person and all that but his labcoat kinda fucks!!

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Hot take or whatever but I don't think we should trust a guy who gets really distracted by squirrels and balls and a kitten who could easily get hurt to protect our city. Lightning Dude IS one of the better options as they ARE a highly durable and strong robot, but The Bark Knight and Cat Kid maybe aren't our best bets, they could get hurt easily and aren't exactly professionals.

Don't get me started on the Friendly Friends, I don't think we can trust two guys who JUST left the same exact trio that was responsible for that marshmallow factory's destruction (which left many injured, some DEAD), what if they're pretending? Also the bugs could easily get killed, they're small and fragile, the most work they can do without a high risk of getting smashed is spying on villains.

Commander Cupcake's a different story, as I'm pretty sure that guy only helped out, like, 3 times.

#anti-supa buddies #anti-friendly friends #twinkle twinkle little star

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dude imagine if we were in a book rn and ppl were posting on tumblr abt us

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remember, calico trans toms are perfectly valid! even cis toms can be calicos, and fur pattern doesn't determine exact gender, especially with fur dying technology nowadays! :)

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#dogman #dog man #matthew.txt #IVE BEEN WORKING ON THISS POST FOR 4EVER TRYING 2 FIGURE OUT DOGMAN UNIVERSE DISCOURSE TOPICS

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colonelpancakes · 3 months ago

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Watching The Dragon Prince Season Six Part Eight: We All Fall Down. I made so many distressed noises while watching this episode that I actually hurt my throat

Under the cut as per usual.

Already, the shots of the people looking up at Sol Regem combined with the music is making me so fucking nervous is Katolis about to get destroyed??? Nothing better happen to Barius and Jellybug you hear me, they better make it out unscathed.

sakfdljskla it’s okay Soren, I heard “physical exercises” too. This is why I watch shows with subtitles.

OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT ESCALATED. SHIT.

That’s really bad, oh my god. Fuck.

Oh noo, honey… She had to leave her toy behind no…

Oh thank God, Soren and Opeli are somehow okay.

Guys, I appreciate the efforts, but I DON’T THINK ARROWS ARE GOING TO DO ANYTHING. Ballista? Maybe. Arrows? Definitely not.

OKAY CRAP IT GOT WORSE. They burned the bridge??? Man’s really just trying to kill as many people as possible, huh. That’s. Oh my god.

Oh crap.

OH FUCK! SOREN!

Okay, shit that’s a lot of blood um. Okay. That’s definitely a concussion. Hat’s okay, that’s good. Fuck. Soren you need to survive this episode, you hear me? You are not allowed to die.

Oh my god, the score here is. Oh my god. It really drives home the sense of fear and tragedy. The composers are fucking killing it.

SORENNNNN!!!! MY BOY!!! I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH OH MY GOD. I love the fact that he prioritizes citizen’s lives over the castle because 1) it’s absolutely what Ezran would want done in this situation and 2) it’s a direct contrast to season two where Soren causes MORE harm by insisting that a dragon be shot down but then 3) it’s a continuation of his character arc from that episode because after he realizes he made a mistake, he frees Corvus so that he can help evacuate the town. And then here, he’s making the call to stop shooting, sacrifice the castle, and focus entirely on evacuating the people. I love Soren so much, look at how much my boy has grown.

Is he going to get Viren out of the castle?

SOREN. SOREN, NO. NO SELF-SACRIFICING you hear me? NO. You are GOING to reunite with Opeli and you are GOING to be there to take care of Hat, Soren, I swear to god-

Oh, Hello motherfucker! I am about to reach through this screen and start biting you. Is that a fight I’m going to win? No. But it would be cathartic.

Oh, wow. Viren’s facial hair has really grown since the episode before last. I guess he doesn’t anything to shave with so that makes sense. Sure caught me off-guard though.

Oh? He’s asking VIren for help, I didn't expect that.

Oh! Soren you are so smart, I would not have thought of that, that’s a really good idea.

There’s a lot going on here, but also, ooh that’s interesting. I’ve always wondered how staffs were enhancing primal magic but then this answers it! They have primal stones embedded in them. Cool, I like that detail. Now back to heart-crushing drama.

Ohhhh Soren… I love Soren. The way he’s prioritizing people’s lives over EVERYTHING else, over any moral objections to dark magic, over the potential cost of any ingredient. Soren… You are so good.

Oh, god, what’s the ingredient for this one. It better not be another situation where you have to kill your child, if it is, I swear to god, Viren-

Oh. Oh shit. Ohhh noo, that’s um. Oh. Okay. Uh. Fuck.

SOFNREN! SONR NO. SOREN. NO. Not allowed, nope. Given all the emphasis on Viren’s value of his family this season I don’t. Think that he would sacrifice Soren. But. Honey. Darling, Sweetheart, no. I reiterate what I said earlier, Soren, you are NOT ALLOWED TO DIE.

VIREN DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.

Viren. Viren where’s Soren. Viren.

Oh, shit, Viren stabbed himself didn’t he. Fuck.

Yeah… Yeah, he did. Shit. That is. Yeah, that is a lot of blood.

I'm out of images??? Already??? Oh my god. Uh. Continued in reblogs

#Tdp #The Dragon Prince #Tdp s6 #Tdp s6 spoilers #The Dragon Prince Season 6 Spoilers #Tdp spoilers #The Dragon Prince Spoilers #Mars watches tdp #My posts #Mars yells into the void #Blood #Tw: Blood #head trauma #tw: head trauma #Injury #Tw: Injury

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differenteagletragedy · 1 year ago

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GHOST MC CAUGHT ON CAMERA REAL NOT CLICKBAIT EMOTIONAL (headcanons for the olba boys with a ghost mc please)

Ooh, I don't know if this means like a Casper thing where MC met the boys as a ghost or if MC turned into a ghost then sees the boys that way, so I'll do a little bit of both!

I hope this is at least sort of what you wanted OP because I kind of went off lol

-- If Cove is 8 and moves to a new town and a ghost lives across the street, well, that's going to be a lot. He's not going to question it -- ghosts are real, obviously, he sees one right there -- and he's going to be a little scared but more intrigued.

-- No difference in friendship level between human MC and ghost MC with Cove, btw. You're the bestie regardless.

-- This Cove is going to be more studious because he's going to do tonnnnns of research about ghosts. He wants to know everything there is to know. When he's like 12 and getting to that awkward stage, he asks if you need to be released somehow, to let your spirit move onto the next stage.

MC: Yeah, go ahead and burn my bones and set me free, you dork. Put on a movie I'm bored.

-- But if MC is a ghost because they died, ohhhh that's bad. The first time Cove sees you he knows that can't be quite right, but he doesn't tell anyone because even if it is some kind of mental break, he still gets to see you again and he's not going to risk someone putting a stop to that.

-- Maybe in this situation you should have a talk with Cove about a healthy ghost-life balance, because he is not going to want you out of his sight in the worst way.

-- OK, but if MC was a ghost when Cove met, then when he's 13 he's like "Hey, new buddy Derek, my bestie is a ghost, wanna meet them?" And Derek is too polite to say anything but "sure," but then Cove brings him over to his house and you come over and Derek LOSES it.

-- 13-year-old Derek, best most polite boy in the world, rattling the neighbors' windows with a "WHAT THE FUCK"

-- But then everybody gets to chatting and he settles down. He likes Cove a lot, and Cove likes you a lot, so you must be ok. He slowly gets the hang of it, and before long he's like "Do ghosts need anything? Can you eat? Are you hungry?"

-- If you can travel and go to visit him too, he feels SO SPECIAL. Part of him is like "Derek, it's a literal ghost" and another part is like "Yeah but they came to see ME."

-- If the MC dies and becomes a ghost timeline, ouch. He needs to know that you're not in ghost form because you have some kind of unfinished business or you're trapped (it's a big trope ok!). He's struggling because he wants more time with you, but he wants you to be in the best possible place.

-- Dying at the thought of Baxter moving in at the beginning of Step 3 and meeting Cove outside his house when he pulls up for the first time. He's just chatting him up, trying to flirt like he does, then Cove is just like "Btw, there's a ghost that lives across the street."

Baxter: That's ... that's very good to know, thank you, I'll keep that in mind.

Cove: OK.

-- Then MC uses their ghost powers for a little fun, going invisible in Baxter's condo and pulling some poltergeist stunts -- chairs stacked on the table, things in different places than he left them, they turn the tv on and off. Baxter thinks he's losing his mind and then MC un-invisibles and is cracking up.

Baxter: I'm sorry, may I help you?

MC: You've already helped me more than you know, buddy. *mimes Baxter freaking out* *laughs more*

Baxter: I hate it here.

-- I feel like I'm giving ghost MC too much personality for this to be like real headcannons but I'm just along for the ride at this point.

--Eventually Baxter gets the charm of ghost MC, and they make friends. They tease each other a lot, but it's all affectionate. At the end of the summer, he still tries to cut them off, he does the whole "I'll be on the other side of the country" song and dance.

MC: Lol I'm a ghost goofass, if you don't want to be friends anymore than just say it.

Baxter: It's for the best.

MC: And I thought I was the ghost! Get it? Do you get it? Do you get it, Baxter?

Baxter: *wills a piano to drop from the sky directly onto his head*

-- Ok ok, but on the flip side, with human to ghost MC, Baxter actually transforms into like an old woman living in a cottage by the sea, coming down to the village for supplies every once in a while while other townsfolk whisper about how she went mad.

-- Does that make sense to anyone else? It paints a very vivid picture in my head.

-- Baxter will go on with his life, he'll keep working and keeping everyone else at a distance because he's got his dead lover to go home to at night.

-- Is that kind of creepy? Yeah, it is. It's not a great plan, but it's Baxter's plan and he's sticking to it.

#our life beginnings and always #olba #our life #cove holden #derek suarez #baxter ward #olba cove #olba baxter #olba derek #our life cove #our life derek #our life baxter #our life headcannons

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gunpowder-arti · 1 year ago

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LOOK WHAT I FOUND

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you literally killed that thing yourself

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no i didn't??

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THERE IS DRIED BLOOD ON YOUR SPEAR

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i went hunting earlier

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wait. do

DO YOU NOT CLEAN YOUR SPEARS BETWEEN HUNTS .

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no? why would i i'm probably going to lose them anyways

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oh my voids. ohhhh my voids. i cannot even Begin to.

you've been hunting with dirty spears this WHOLE TIME????

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🎭 fuckyeahmaskmaking is no one going to mention op's fucked up lumpy spear or

how dare you leave this in the comments

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trainwreck of a post

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Scavblr Heritage Post

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does anyone know of any good mask makers in the garbage wastes

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🌌 twovoidssayfuckyou are you Elite?

girl if i was high-ranking in any way i would not be living in the garbage wastes

masks just fuck as a fashion statement sorry not sorry

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im fucking shaking she took everything she even took my last can of scav mush

#fakeposting #scavenger #rain world #shitpost #lore pearl #colored pearl #cw blood #? jic #cw unreality #scavblr cinematic universe

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years ago

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I Wanna Be Yours (Part 2)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: cursing, smut, nudity, fingering, oral (female receiving), p in v sex (protected), some angst at the end.

Read part one here

@josephs-quinns

There was another short walk to his flat, him pulling out his keys to unlock his door.

A scent of bourbon filled your nose as his door opened, him flipping on his hallway light. You were in awe as you looked around, getting a slightly better sense of him as a person. You noticed his shoes were neatly lined up by the door, a couple of his jackets hanging on the wall.

“It’s not very fancy.”, he laughed as he raked a hand through his curls.

“No, it’s very nice.”, you began as you slid your boots off, neatly lining them up beside his.

Being the gentleman that he is, he helped you take his peacoat off and immediately hung it up. You carefully walked through the hallway, getting a choice as to whether to branch off to the kitchen or the living room. The living room was dark as he flipped on the light to the kitchen.

“Do you want anything to drink? I’ve got wine, water, soda—”, he rambled as he opened his fridge.

“Water and wine?”, you laughed easily, coming over to his bar.

“Of course.”, he smiled as he pulled out some glasses.

You all made more small talk, laughing as you sat in his kitchen. You both were drinking, beginning to feel a slight buzz as his phone went off. He was leaned over the kitchen counter, making you laugh. He looked down.

-Hey. How did things go? Make it home okay?

Wesley.

“Everything okay?”, you asked as you took another sip of your wine, noticing his face was crinkled in concentration.

“Yeah, just my mate, Wesley texting me.”

-Yes. Great, amazing actually. She’s still here. I’ll text you later, if that’s okay?

You nodded as his phone dinged again.

-Ohhhh okay. Have a good night. Talk tomorrow. ;)

Joe laughed easily as he laid his phone back across the counter slightly. “He just was making sure I made it home alright.”

“He’s a good friend.”, you smirked easily, taking another look at your phone.

No texts or calls from your friends. Part of you was worried about them, but there was nothing you could do. Before you knew it, it was midnight.

“Guess they’re not calling me back.”

“It’s fine. I can get you a shirt to sleep in and give you my bed?”

“You sure it’s okay?”

He nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I’ll show you my bedroom.”

You followed him down the hallway, a door opening to reveal his master bedroom. The room was neat and organized, but you could definitely tell it belonged to a man. The bed was a king sized, big enough for two people. You hated to think how many girls had been here. Shaking your head, you tried to get the thought out of your head. He went over his drawers, beginning to go through them before pulling out a white t-shirt.

He handed it to you, smiling.

“Do you wanna get changed and I’ll go shower?”, he asked. “Or I can let you change while I clean the kitchen up?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”, you smiled softly.

He smiled at you before closing his bedroom door softly. You began to slide your tights down, taking your dress over your head. You eyed yourself in the mirror of his dresser. Comparison was a thief of joy, you had always been told. But thinking about all the potential girls Joseph could have instead of you was daunting. What made you stick out to him? He could tell you a thousand times, but it was still hard to put your finger on. You undid your bra, folding all your clothes together neatly and sitting them on his dresser.

His t-shirt hit your thighs, being oversized on you. You weren’t complaining as you peeled his covers back, slipping into his bed. The sheets were soft against your skin immediately eliciting a yawn from you. Joe was right, jet lag was really catching up to you. You turned the lamp off before pulling the sheets and comforter over you, snuggling into his bed, doing your best not to think about the fact you were in his flat—in his bed. Your eyes shot open, realizing the bed smelled like him.

Doing your best to fall asleep before he came back, you closed your eyes and tried to focus on anything but him. Somehow, you eventually managed to drift off—not even hearing him come in the bedroom to go to the bathroom and shower.

Half asleep, your eyes fluttered open and instantly feeling the urge to need to pee. You closed your eyes, trying to make it disappear. But it didn’t work. Peeling the covers back, you walked to the bathroom. You opened the door easily, your brain clearly not functioning. It didn’t register that the bathroom light was still on. You didn’t think he’d still be in the bathroom. That’s when you turned around and noticed him—your mouth instantly gaping at the sight.

His snow white towel was on the floor, him standing completely nude in the bathroom. Your eyes panned from his feet to his head, noticing his curls were damp, naturally laying. Your eyes closed quickly.

“Oh—my—God—I am so so sorry.”, you breathed, feeling your cheeks instantly heating up.

You couldn’t bare to open your eyes in that moment, feeling extremely embarrassed. This was by far the stupidest thing you had done. There was silence that lay in between you both for a moment. This had to top the moment you spilled your coffee on him. Why would he want you if all you could do was screw up? You opened your eyes, only able to stare at your feet.

All you could hear was Joseph’s nervous chuckle fill the room. “No—no—it’s fine.”

Accidentally, without thinking, you looked up to meet his glance. “I am really sorry…..”

“It’s really, okay. My fault too. I’ve took a really long shower, I’d usually be done by now.”

Your eyes drifted down to see his length, swallowing hard. It was like a bad accident, you couldn’t look away.

“Is—something—wrong with it?”, he asked, looking down.

Your cheeks went scarlet red, beginning to stammer. “No—no! Absolutely not…sorry I shouldn’t even be looking.”

Joseph chuckled again, smirking over at you. How was he staying so calm in this?

“Not liking what you see?”, he asked, easily.

Your mouth was still gaped open, laughing nervously as you tried to process what was unfolding in front of you.

“No, it’s not that—”

“Is something wrong with it? Is it too big?”, he asked, looking down at himself.

You swallowed hard again, wondering if this was even real life. Was this some fever dream. You reached up, pinching the outside of your forearm. Ouch. Definitely, not a dream.

“No—”

“I mean—“, he began, looking down at himself and taking himself in his hands. “It’s really not that big.”

You watched his thick hands rub the length of his cock, beginning to work up and down his shaft. There was no way you could look away now. You swallowed hard again, your mouth beginning to salivate. It had been a long time since you had sex or even sucked a guy off. This was the first time you’d seen a guy naked in a very long time. Soft sighs and groans escaped from his lips as he watched you for a reaction, clearly teasing you.

“Yeah, it is—”, you began. “Never had one that big.”

A smile spread across his lips. “Really?”

You nodded.

“I’m surprised….”, he groaned, stroking himself again. “I was sure you’d had one bigger than me….”

“No—you’re pretty big…”, you gulped easily, feeling your stomach begin to twist into knots.

He chuckled easily, continuing to stroke himself and making himself erect. “I’d love to stretch you out—if you’d let me…and want me to…”

You laughed easily. “Really?”

You leaned on the counter for support.

“Fuck—yes….just seeing you in my shirt and panties is driving me crazy…..I’ve been thinking about getting you out of that dress this entire night….”

“Do—you think I can take you?”, you asked softly.

Joe laughed, stroking his cock slowly to keep himself from cumming so quickly. “Oh yeah—might hurt a little but you could take me….I just know your pretty little pussy could….”

Your heart practically dropped down into your stomach.

“Wanna find out?”, you asked softly.

His eyes lit up, still stroking his cock. “I do—so bad….”

“Wanna feel me? Just see what you’ll be taking.”, he groaned as he gave his length another long stroke.

“Yeah……”

He grabbed your hand softly, bringing it over to his cock. You bit your lip softly. He helped you take your hand up and down his length, causing a soft moan to escape your lips. He was thick and long, just perfect. Everything you imagined him to be and more. He faltered under your touch, groaning with each stroke. You felt more comfortable, but were still wondering how you were going to take him.

“You tell me when you’re ready, love.”

“Well, let me finish up in here and I’ll meet you in your bedroom, if that’s okay.”

“Sounds perfect.”, he smirked, your hand falling from his cock.

You sighed at the loss of contact, watching him leave the bathroom. You quickly tried to get yourself together, finishing what you needed to do before checking your appearance one last time in the mirror. You were still unsure what he saw in you, but you took a deep breath and left the bathroom, turning off the light. Joe was sprawled out in the bed, head on his pillows. The sheets and comforter were threw back and he was taking his broad fingers up and down his cock, his eyes closed.

“Oh fuck…”, he moaned as his eyes fluttered open, viewing you.

“Want me to undress?”, you asked meekly.

“Oh no, I’ll take care of you, love.”, he breathed, letting go of his cock that was already oozing pre-cum at the tip.

You bit your lip at the sight as he leaned up to grab the hem of his white t-shirt, bringing it up and over your head before tossing it on his floor.

“No bra? Oh my God your tits look amazing, so perky.”, he moaned as he kissed your chest, beginning to trail down the globe of your breast nearing your nipple.

“Joe, come on.”, you laughed easily as goosebumps popped up all over your skin, stomach continuing to knot at his words.

“I’m so serious, love. Your entire body is so beautiful and sexy.”, he hummed as he traced your abdomen with his fingertips, lips headed straight towards your nipple.

You felt his tongue swirl around the bud of your nipple, a sigh falling from your lips. His teeth grazed your nipple, causing you to jolt slightly. He chuckled with your breast in his mouth, the sound muffled as he looked up at you with those daunting brown eyes. You closed your eyes, inhaling sharply as his other hand moved up your abdomen to your other breast, beginning to pinch and rub the nipple in-between his index and thumb.

It was making your brain go dumb, making you stupid. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but this was the best you had felt in a very long time. It was pure euphoria and you could only imagine what it would feel like for him to be inside you. You could feel the eagerness rising in your core, counting down the seconds until he would be inside you, feeling like a complete nymphomaniac.

“Do you say that to all the girls you sleep with?”, you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Joe scoffed, breast still in your mouth. He sucked your nipple, tongue tracing your nipple as it got hard inside his mouth before he chuckled. “No—matter of fact, it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex….and never with anyone more beautiful than you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Sure….you just feel sorry for me since I spilled my coffee on you.”

Joe popped your breast out of his mouth. “This isn’t pity sex…..this is because you’re all I’ve been thinking about ever since you dumped your coffee on me.”

You giggled. “Promise?”

He smirked, continuing to toy with your nipple inbetween his fingers. “I promise….”

Letting go of your nipple, he immediately reached down for the hem of your panties as he began to tug them down your hips. You let them fall down your thighs, down your shins, and finally stepping out of them.

“Oh fuck, love. Look at you, such a pretty pussy—just like I imagined.”, he smirked, eyeing you.

You felt the blush widen across your cheeks. “Mhmmm, you think so?”

“Oh I know so…can’t wait to be inside it.”

You closed your eyes and swallowed hard as you felt shivers cascade down your skin, your stomach twist and tighten further in knots. Feeling his broad, thick fingers hug your hips made you crave and desire him even more. The pit of your stomach ached, desiring him. You were beginning to crave him. A small, cheeky smile spread its way across his lips as he looked up at you with those deep brown eyes laced with desire. He never broke eye contact, watching for your reaction as he placed gentle kisses on your stomach.

“You mean it?”

“Of course, love. Thought about it since I met you…..”

He placed another soft, tender kiss against your stomach.

You finally gave in, letting out a soft moan that was music to his ears. You felt his lips curve into a smile against your soft, plush skin.

“Can’t wait for those moans to fill my ears when I slip inside you.”, he mumbled against your skin.

Had you still managed to charm a man even though you made an absolute fool of yourself—not once but twice?

“Joe…..”, you breathed, the end vowel of his name turning into a small moan.

“Yes, love?”

“Need you—sounds so stupid, doesn’t it?”, you groaned at the last part.

“No—love, not at all. Wanna come get in bed with me?”, he took both his hands up your abdomen to your breasts, gripping them and squeezing them eliciting a moan from you.

You nodded aimlessly, hearing the sound of his chuckles fill your ears. In one swift motion, he laid back on the bed, gripping your side and pulling you flush on top of him. Instinctively, you parted your legs, lazily straddling him. You began to feel your cheeks heat up as his rock, hard cock dug into your abdomen causing your core to tighten and knot. You could feel his breath hit your face, making you realize this wasn’t a dream and was a reality.

“Mhmmm, want me on top?”, Joe asked, beginning to kiss your neck.

“Yeah, would be good.”, you breathed, a small moan coming out.

“Okay, love. Just fall in bed beside me and I’ll take control. Is that okay?”

You nodded again, words completely leaving you. Him in control made your brain begin spiraling, only imagining what euphoria you’d be experiencing soon. When it came to sex, you weren’t completely oblivious. You had been in a committed relationship, having sex with your ex but somehow, it was never fulfilling like you wished it could have been. Your sexual encounter with Joe was already proving to take care of you in ways you never thought possible. He was in tune to you, asking you what you wanted.

He was making you an active member in this romantic rendezvous, your opinion mattered. Something your ex never gave you.

A soft thud of his plush bed indicated you’d fell beside him. He watched your chest heaving as your body was trying to catch up.

“I have another idea, love. Tell me what you think.”, he brushed through your hair.

Somehow, he managed to give you the perfect dose of attention.

“Okay.”, you swallowed easily, waiting for his explanation.

“Ever been fingered? Eat out?”, he asked, his cock throbbing and pulsing at the use of his vocabulary.

Your core throbbed, the ache becoming stronger.

“Not good—not enjoyable for me.”, you swallowed hard, barely able to form a sentence.

He smirked, his brown eyes burning with devilish desire. “Would you like me to? I promise I’ll make it all about you….”, he groaned softly.

You sharply inhaled, feeling his fingers trace down your abdomen.

“Tell me what you’d do.”, you breathed softly.

Another hearty chuckle escaped him, his brown eyes gleaming up at you. He felt his cock pulse and ache under him, dying to feel you for the first time. He craved you, needed you. It almost sounded stupid when he admitted it inside his head, but he couldn’t help it. There was something about you that intrigued him and drew him to you.

“Well, I could let you spread your legs,”, he began, fingers tracing down your thighs, causing a sharp exhale, “and then I could trace my fingers back up to the inside of your thigh, slipping two fingers inside your pussy, maybe rubbing into your clit.”

“Tell me more.”, you moaned, his words falling soft on your ear.

It was exactly what you wanted to hear—what you desired to hear for so long.

He smirked, looking down at you. “Then I could finger you—pleasure you while I work my fingers in and out of you, making sure you’re ready for me—ready to take me.”

You smirked. “And how would you know I’m ready for you?”

Your voice was soft.

“Well,”, he smirked up at you, brown eyes shining. “You’ll be soaking wet, so wet that if I pull my fingers out, they’ll practically stick together from how wet you are.”

Your stomach instantly knotted at his words, your hazy eyes looking up at him. You’d just wish he’d hurry and take you, the anticipation eating away at you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”, he confirmed. “And then you’ll miss my fingers for a second when I pull them out, tasting your sweet juices off my fingers before I spread your legs and put my head in-between your thighs, my beard brushing the insides of your legs as I begin lapping at your cunt.”

Another sharp inhale. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“You want it?”, he kissed your neck.

“That and so much more, please Joe, I’m usually not a beggar, but I’m begging.”

His eyes were surprised. “You don’t have to beg, love. Just say the word.”

“I’m saying it, Joe. Please.”, you moaned softly, blindly grabbing his hand, bringing his hand to the side of your thigh.

He looked a little surprised, but quickly regained his composure. “Okay, love. Let me take care of you and you just relax. Just tell me if you don’t like something and I’ll stop. I want you to feel comfortable and taken care of.”

“Okay, I will. I promise.”

“Good, amazing.”, he smiled as his hands traced your thigh, moving upwards to your inner thigh.

“What are you gonna do first?”, you leaned your head off the pillow.

“What do you want first?”

“Surprise me.”

He nodded before gripping your thighs, spreading them apart. His fingers sent chills all over your body, fluttering your eyes shut for a moment before shooting them open again, afraid you might miss something—the slightest movement of his hands, his hips, anything. You were afraid to miss any moment of this. Taking a sharp inhale, you prepared your body for the crash of sensation it was about to receive. Was there anyway to fully prepare?

If someone had told you earlier today that you would have been in the bed with Joe, the British bloak you had spilled your coffee on, you would have told them they were crazy. You had no idea it would take a turn like this, but you were glad—so glad it had.

He laid down flat on the bed on his belly, a groan escaping his throat as he began pressing his hard cock into the mattress. His own erection would have to wait, he was going to be busy taking care of you right now.

“You’re okay, right?”

Your voice sounded pathetic, needy to say the least.

His eyes looked up at you. “I’m great, love. But for right now, let’s just worry about you, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

He was satisfied, positioning his head perfectly between the space of your thighs spread apart. In your head, you immediately began to feel slightly unsure of yourself—what if you didn’t taste good? What if you didn’t smell good?

“Um, Joe”, you sighed, the apprehension clear in your voice.

“Yes, love?”

He ceased his actions completely.

“Um, what if its—what if I—?”, you stammered, unable to completely form your words.

He rose his head up from in-between your legs, looking at you easily. “You’re scared you won’t taste good or that you’ll smell bad, is that it?”

It was like he could read your mind.

You nodded easily, swallowing hard.

“You won’t taste bad, I just know it.”, he rubbed your thigh reassuringly, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“And what if—?”,

“You won’t smell bad, either. Just trust me, please love.”

You sighed easily, trying to relax into the mattress. You were moments away from euphoria if you’d just trust him.

“Okay.”, you finally said.

“If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?”

You nodded again. His head dipped back down between your legs, feeling his hands spread your thighs apart again, giving him a full view of your cunt.

“Damn, you look amazing. So tight and pretty, ready for me, isn’t it?”

You nodded easily before he traced his thick, broad fingers along your entrance. Without warning, he stuck two fingers inside your pussy, causing you to moan and grip the bedsheets. His gingers were larger and thicker than yours, something you were no longer used to. Your breathing hitched, a small moan filling the room.

“You’re so tight.”, he breathed, continuing to work his fingers around your slick folds.

Following your instincts, you rolled your hips against his fingers, already eager and ready for him. His fingers continued to fuck your slick, swollen folds. You moaned, gripping the sheets so tight your knuckles were turning white. That was before he decided to add his thumb rubbing your clit to the mix. Another loud moan filled the room, your toes already beginning to curl under his touch.

“Like me playing with your clit, love?”, he breathed.

All you could manage was a nod. Your clit was very sensitive under his touch, shockwaves coarsing through your body.

“Joe,”, you moaned, gripping the sheets inside your hand.

“Hmmm? What do you need, love?”

“Need—need—”

Why couldn’t your brain form words? You closed your eyes, knowing you sounded so stupid.

“Need what? Need a break? Want me to use my mouth now?”, he asked, his free hand rubbing up and down your thigh.

You nodded.

“Okay, love.”

His fingers left your dripping heat, admiring your juices on his fingers. You instantly felt your cheeks heating up, noticing how his fingers glistened. He was right, you missed the contact almost immediately.

“You’re so wet for me. Let’s just see how sweet you taste.”

Your stomach knotted as he brought his fingers soaked in your juices up to his lips, instantly popping one inside his mouth. His brown eyes shut, sucking on his finger like it was a lollipop. He groaned slightly at the taste. “Can’t wait to eat you out.”

You swallowed again, heart pounding inside your chest. Your entire body felt like it was on fire. “Me either.”

His eyes shot back open. “Really?”

“Really.”, you confirmed.

“I won’t waste another second then.”

You gulped down your response as Joe parted your legs once more, the air hitting your thighs were your juices lingered causing a chill to spread across your skin. Joseph’s brown eyes stared deep into yours as he went back to laying flush agains the mattress. At least he could grind his hips into the bed, providing some relief until he was able to bury himself deep inside of you. Joe couldn’t wait to hear your pitiful, needy moans.

His head disappeared between your legs, wasting no more time beginning this task. You felt his tongue take its first swipe between your wet folds. Your back began arching, already clearly affected by his actions. Feeling his lips curve into a smirk against you almost sent you into oblivion. His grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you close to him. If he could, he would savor this moment forever. Regardless, it would be etched inside his brain forever and he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time he ever got to revel you.

Without warning, you felt his tongue swipe between your wet slit, gaining a moan from you. You could instantly tell his pleased Joe, letting him know he was doing a good job. You parted your legs as far apart as they’d go, allowing him full access to you. Joe began picking up the pace, flicking his tongue over your folds.

“Oh fuck, Joe.”, you moaned, gripping the blanket—anything you could get your hands on.

He barely pulled his tongue away from you. “Do you like me eating you out, love?”

You nodded feverishly. “Love it—”

He smiled, going back to running his tongue against your folds. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your brain already overloaded. Joe took his hands, moving your legs up on his shoulders, allowing him more leverage. Your hands continued to grip the blanket, bedsheet, whatever you managed to grab onto. You couldn’t hold back your moans with each flick and swipe of his tongue, practically sending you over the edge.

You were beginning to come undone and quickly at that. You deduced you needed something else to sink your fingers into. Hazily, you eyed Joe’s curls and decided they would be perfect for you to grab onto. You removed your grip from the bedsheets, leaning up ever so slightly to run your hand through Joe’s curls. Your brain debated for a moment if this was the right thing to do.

Quickly, you decided it was. Tugging at his curls, you caused him to moan against you, sending vibrations throughout your heat. His finger tips dug deeper into your thighs, causing you to moan in turn. There was so many different feelings coursing through your body, your brain couldn’t keep up with them all. Finally, you felt his beard rubbing and grazing against your thighs.

His beard brushed against your core as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. You could begin to feel yourself, slipping away—nearing an orgasm. Joseph’s tongue was fucking you in the right way way in all the right places, your body continuing to climb its high. The knot in your stomach made you realize your impending orgasm was near.

“Joe—”, you moaned, mewling under his tongue.

“Hm?”, he hummed.

“I think I’m gonna cum—”

He barely pulled away from your cunt, causing you to whimper at the lack of his tongue buried inside you. “Cum for me, love. Can’t wait to taste you.”

His tongue re-entered your cunt, all it took for him to send you over the edge.

“Oh shit—gonna cum, Joe. Gonna cum right now.”, you moaned out, gripping your fingers tighter in his curls, giving them a slight tug.

He held his tongue still, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. He felt your juices wash over his tongue, exactly what he had been waiting for you. Your toes were curled up near his head, your vision going blurry as you cried out, feeling your cunt tighten around his tongue. Your chest heaved up and down as he lapped at your cunt, smothering himself inside your cunt to get the final taste. Once he felt content, Joe pulled away and looked up at you, feeling his breath hit your core.

You could tell Joe was usually a man of class, however, how he looked right now made him that much more irresistible. He didn’t break eye contact with you as you noticed his beard glisten even in the low light. He ran his tongue over his lips and the upper stubble of his beard, tasting the remainder of you from tongue fucking you. A small sight escaped you while watching this unfold in front of you.

“You taste so fucking good, love. Do you want a taste?”

Your eyes widened easily, a nervous laugh filling the room.

“Do you want a taste?”, he repeated. “See what’s driving me so mad?”

You nodded without much further thought, leaning up to meet him. He met you halfway, crashing his lips into yours, you moaning into his mouth. Your core was burning, aching for him. He rested his free hand on the small of your back, helping steady you from falling backwards in the bed. It was clear you were still reeling from your orgasm minutes before. Even if he was sultry and sensual, he had a caring side to him. One of the many reasons you were falling for him.

His beard began to tickle your upper lip, causing you to hum in satisfaction from the sensation. He was right, your taste—wasn’t bad. He continued to kiss you, allowing to taste yourself and how sensual it was.

He broke the kiss unexpectedly—much to your dismay. “What do you think, love?”

“Not bad.”, you blushed at him.

“Not too bad? Fuck, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, love.”

Joseph shifted in bed easily, laying beside you. His cock was still standing at full attention, obvious he had been leaking precum. You looked over at him, still on a high from your orgasm. He closed his eyes while laying beside of you, beginning to stroke his cock to relieve some pressure.

“Oh fuck.”, he moaned, feeling the precum on his hand.

“What do we do now?”, you whispered lowly.

“What do you want to do now, love? Do you want me inside you?”, he breathed.

You nodded. “God, do I?”

“What about your friends?”, he teased.

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“I don’t care right now, Joe. Please.”

He chuckled as he pulled out a drawer on his side of the bed, pulling out a condom. You swallowed hard as he ripped the package in half, exposing the condom. He placed it at the tip of his cock, beginning to unroll it over the length of his hard, erect cock. It gave you time to admire his length and girth, being all you could imagine and more. He groaned softly, making sure it was on his cock correctly. He pulled at the tip of the condom, leaving enough room for his cum.

“Ready, love? Cause I’ve been more than ready for you.”

You nodded easily.

“Is missionary okay?”

“Perfect.”, you breathed.

You melted into his pile of pillows, making yourself comfortable. He gave you a chance to get comfortable, climbing on top of you. He gave himself a couple more long strokes before lining his cock up with your cunt.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”, you said softly, nodding sheepishly.

To your surprise, he shoved his cock deep inside your throbbing, wet cunt. This elicited a gasp from you, not expecting him to make you feel so full. The initial entrance of his cock stretched you, causing a minimal burning sensation but he stopped, allowing you time to adjust to his size.

“You okay, love?”

“Perfect.”, you moaned easily.

“Ready for me to move?”

“Yeah—just not used to having one so big inside me.”, you sighed.

You felt his cock pulse and twitch inside you, him releasing a moan. “You don’t mean that….”

“I do.”

He smirked, beginning to thrust his hips into you rhythmically, going deeper with each thrust. Your compliment gave him a boost of confidence.You moaned, allowing your eyes roll back into your head. You could feel your brain going stupid with each thrust. He was beginning to breathe heavily, fucking himself into you.

“How’s—it—feel, love?”, he grunted, hitting the spot that made you forget your name.

“A-amazing.”, you moaned, gripping his shoulders.

He could tell he was hitting all the right places, doing all the right things to please you. Your soft moans filled his bedroom, the sweetest sound he had heard in a very long time. It had been a while since he had been in bed with someone. He was quickly realizing he wasn’t going to last a very long time at this rate, but he couldn’t wait to cum. He had been dying to experience this and now, it was here.

“Good, love. Now, cum for me. Need to feel you on my dick.”, he moaned out, his brown eyes burning with desire.

Part of him couldn’t wait to see how spent you’d look once he was finished fucking you out. He wanted to moan out just seeing your breasts bounce up and down with each thrust he provided you. It was all driving him crazy.

“Don’t hold back for me, please love.”

You nodded groggily, the image of him on top of you beginning to blur. He was grunting, giving it everything he had. He wanted you to cum so bad he couldn’t stand it. He didn’t seem to be tired, even if a few of his curls were sticking to his forehead just before he took his free hand, running it through them as he continued to thrust deep inside you. A few moans hiccuped from you, continuing to fuel his desire. He was exceeding every expectation you had.

“Joe.”, you moaned.

He began to see it in your eyes, he could see it all over your face. The words he had been dying to her was about to come out of your mouth. It was clear your pupils were blown from being fucked out.

“Yes, love?”, he hummed.

“I’m so close—I think I’m gonna cum.”, you moaned.

“Are you? I have been waiting so long to hear those words.”, he grunted, continuing to fuck himself into you.

Was he trying to make you stupid? If so, he was accomplishing just that. Your brain began to tune everything else out—even the sound of his balls smacking against your ass. If it felt this amazing with a condom, you could only imagine how it would feel without. Maybe someday, you’d find out. Maybe not.

“Joe….”, you moaned softy, closing your eyes as your toes began to curl.

You were attempting to edge yourself to allow yourself more time to enjoy this.

“Cum, love. Please cum for me.”

Your back began to arch, feeling your core hit its climax. “I’m gonna—cum—right now….”

The muscles in your cunt began to twitch and tighten around his cock. You began to feel lightheaded, feeling the heat of your orgasm wash over your entire body. Everything after this point became so much more intense, causing you to whimper. He smirked as he watched you come down off your high, continuing to thrust himself inside you. He wasn’t giving you much of a chance to recover.

“Are you ready for me to cum, love?”, he cooed at you, demeanor becoming sweet.

You nodded groggily.

He counted how many thrusts it took after you came. Four, four thrusts before he came. His thrusts ceased as he released the loudest groan, one that filled the entire room. His fingertips sank into your thighs, hips stuttering as he kept himself buried inside of you. His cock pumped his cum into the condom, missing you completely. A smile came across both of your faces, both of you trying to catch you breath. He stayed inside of you just for a minute before he pulled out, the tip of the condom filled with a copious amount of his seed.

You sighed heavily as he pulled the condom off easily tossing it in the garbage can near his bed. He still managed to have some spill onto his sheets, however, that was the furthest thought from your mind. He fell beside you, breathing heavily.

“How was it?”

“Amazing.”, you smiled at him, laughing.

“It was. Wasn’t it?”

You all laid there in an awkward silence for a moment. What did you do next? Did you cuddle up to this handsome stranger? I mean, he wasn’t exactly a complete stranger now, but you still didn’t know a lot about him. But something about him felt warm and inviting.

“Do you want—to cuddle?”, he asked, awkwardly.

“I’m sorry?”, you asked, not sure you had heard him correctly.

“Never mind, it was a stupid question.”, he sighed, smiling awkwardly.

“No, what did you ask? No question is a stupid one.”

“I asked,”, he began, clearing his throat. “If you wanted to cuddle.”

The tail end of his sentence was more meek.

“Oh—”, you began to smirk. “It’s what most people do after they have sex.”

He chuckled easily as you snuggled into him, the scent of his cologne and aftershave mixing with the faint smell of both your arousals. He kissed your head, rubbing his hand up and down the small of your back. This part felt different—it felt intimate. His bedroom was quiet, hearing a few cars and horns in the distance. You could feel your eyes beginning to feel heavily, clearly fucked out. He easily reached down to grab the sheet and comforter, pulling them over you both.

Your phone was on his bedside table. His arms were around you, running his hands through your hair as if this would help lull you off to sleep. It was working, beginning to feel yourself giving into your exhaustion. Part of you didn’t want to fall asleep, this perfect night coming to an end. Your thoughts became slower, the sounds beginning to be drown out. All you could remember was his hand rubbing the small of your back as you drifted off to sleep.

The sun was shining through his windows as you heard him grunt easily. You were hoping if you stayed still and didn’t arouse too much, he’d go back to sleep too and give you more time to enjoy this bliss. You could hear a phone going off, vibrating and chiming. It sounded so familiar.

“Hey, love.”, he breathed, easily.

“Hmm?”, you groaned softly.

You felt him move in bed easily, still sleepy. “Your phone is going off. Has been for ten minutes.”

You turned over easily, a sigh escaping you. You picked up your phone, squinting to try and read the bright screen. You had over twenty missed calls from your friends.

“Shit.”, you groaned, easily.

“What is it, love?”

“My friends are the ones blowing up my phone.”

“Do you need to go back?”, he yawned easily, sitting up in bed.

“I’m too tired and comfortable.”, you groaned, tossing your phone bedside you in his bed, covering yourself back up.

“I actually have a meeting to go to with my agent today. I’d love to stay and cuddle all day but unfortunately, I have to do this.”

“Oh—yeah, I don’t want to keep you.”, you sighed, sitting up in bed, pulling his sheets around you.

“I’d offer you to stay here but I figure it would be no fun to stay in an empty house by yourself.”, he smirked easily.

“Yeah, no it’s fine. I get it, I really do.”, you said easily.

He sighed, looking at you. He didn’t want you to feel like he was running off and leaving you. He truly would love to spend more time with you, wishing he could just cancel his meeting altogether.

“We could always have one more round this morning before I go and if you wanna stay here and sleep a little more, you can. I wish I could cancel this stupid meeting.”, he groaned. “Unless you don’t want to have sex again…”

You laughed easily at his awkwardness, even thinking it was cute and charming. “I never said that.”

“So you want to?”, he smirked down at you.

You nodded. “Yeah, that’s a great way to wake up, right?”

“Right.”, he agreed, his hand on your cheek, you both beginning to kiss as he felt on top of you, causing you to laugh in-between your kiss.

He had left for his meeting, leaving you in bed. He told you he’d be back as soon as he could. You grabbed your phone from the bedside table again, dialing your friend’s numbers. It would probably be nice of you to at least let them know you’re alive and not kidnapped or murdered.

“Where the hell are you?”, your friend, Amanda demanded.

“I’m okay, I’m in bed. Where the hell are you?”, you countered, matching her tone.

“We’re at the hotel—which you’re clearly not here. So, where are you?”

“Look, I’m fine. I’ll be back to the hotel later today.”, you groaned, not in the mood for this.

It was too early in the morning for all these questions.

“Oh,”, Ashley began. “Oh! You’re with him, aren’t you?”

There was a smirk evident in her voice.

“Not exactly….at this moment.”, you sighed.

“You spent the night with him, didn’t you?”, she giggled playfully.

You sighed, rolling your eyes and instantly remembering why you didn’t want to tell them every single detail. “Yeah, we kinda did. My key card was locked up in the room. But I swear to God if you tell—”

“We aren’t gonna say anything, Y/Nickname. What time are you gonna come back? We were thinking of doing some sight seeing today.”

“Not sure. He had to leave for a little bit, so I’ll know more when he gets back.”

“Okay, well at least we know you’re alive. A text would have been nice. Christine is a little hung over, so I’ll keep you updated.”

“Well, sorry I was busy.”, you laughed.

Finishing up the call, you laid your phone back on the bedside table feeling sleepy again. You snuggled down into bed, inhaling his familiar scent, counting down the hours until you’d see him again. You knew deep down inside this was a dangerous game you were playing. You knew there was a good chance you’d never see him again, so why were you allowing yourself to fall for him? Your brain reminded you, you shouldn’t allow it to happen. But your heart felt it was right.

During your trip, you found yourself spending more and more time with Joe, it becoming an everyday occurrence. You all were secretly dreading the day you were due to leave. Your last night in England, you spent it cuddled up with Joe in his bedroom, hardly able to sleep. The next morning, you woke up exhausted—emotionally and physically. You dreaded today, it was the day you returned home. Somehow, your suitcase had ended up at Joe’s flat and had been there for several days now.

Your hands trembled, trying to do your make up. Joe came up behind you.

“Feeling okay, love?”

You sighed. “Yeah, just dreading today.”

He put his hands on your shoulders reassuringly. “This isn’t going to be the last time we see each other.”

“Sure feels like it.”, you sighed.

Joe helped carry your luggage down to his car, loading it in easily. He was wearing a dark peacoat, the wind beginning to pick up. It was beginning to try and rain, perfect, depressing weather to say goodbye in. You were meeting your friends at the airport, flying home together. Part of you had felt guilty—feeling like you had abandoned them during this trip. But they told you this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and had been encouraging. Joe grabbed the the passenger door for you, letting you inside first.

You all made small talk on the way to the airport, nothing preparing you for what you had to do. You had to say goodbye to someone you had grown very close to during your stay here in the UK. Seeing the airport come into view, only reminded you the moment was here. The one you had dreaded.

Joe pulled into a lane, beginning to unload your luggage. He grabbed an umbrella, the rain beginning to pour down. He opened your door, wincing at the rain and wind hitting him in the face.

“Come on, love. I’ll follow you inside.”

Reluctantly, you got out of his car. He carried most of your luggage into the airport, putting the umbrella down once you all got inside. You began to look around, trying to find your friends. Once you spotted them, you looked at Joe. It was unspoken, but they were giving you an opportunity and private moment to tell him goodbye. All your attention was turned to Joe, the rest of the airport facing away.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye.”, you sighed, looking up at him.

Your stuff was beside you, sitting on the floor. You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes. How stupid was it to cry over a guy you barely knew?

He wrapped his arms you easily, pulling you flush against him. “It doesn’t have to be. It’s just ‘see you later’.”, he smiled weakly.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought you saw tears pooling in his brown eyes.

You smiled back up at him weakly. “I really loved spending time with you.”

“Me too, love. But I promise, you’ll see me again.”

He brushed your hair out of your eyes. You hoped he wasn’t giving you an empty promise as you felt the hope rise in your chest. However, the feeling quickly ceased when you reminded yourself not to get excited.

Your tender moment was interrupted as the you heard them call overhead for you to begin boarding your flight. Joe eyed you sympathetically.

“Well, I guess that’s me.”, you sighed, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes.

“Don’t cry, love. It’s going to be alright. I’ll stay up and call you when you get home.”, he wiped the tear threatening to fall down your cheek.

“Promise?”

“I promise, love. Now, be careful. I know it’s going to be a long flight. Text me when you get to your layovers safely.”

“I will.”

You and Joe hugged tighter, entangled in each other’s arms. You both pulled back slightly, looking into each other’s eyes. He sniffled, tears evident in his brown eyes. Without any further words, your all’s lips crashed into one another, not caring who saw you. It was slow, passionate kiss—neither of you coming up for air. His hand caressed your cheek, deepening the kiss. Another announcement came overhead, causing you to both to finally break your kiss.

“Bye, Joe.”, you sighed softly.

“See you later, Y/N.”

“We have to let go.”, you sighed, a small laugh emerging through the crack in your voice. "Or I'm gonna miss my flight."

“I know—even though I really don’t want to. Be careful, save travels.”

His hands finally left your waist, letting you grab your stuff and go. You pulled your suitcase behind you, taking one last look behind you. He gave you a weak smile and wave, feeling like he’d break down any second. How could he feel this way about you? It was the hardest thing—watching you walk away. He turned to leave, wiping the tears from his cheeks and feeling pathetic, like a fool in love.

#joseph x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie imagines

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fujii-draws · 1 year ago

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Hello hi it’s asimplearchivist again (I mixed up my main when I created my account just fyi) and I am having more thoughts about Dusknoir

Do you think that when he first came to the past from the future that he had a hard time measuring his strength? Having to rely on his strength and abilities to protect himself and to do Dialga’s bidding would mean he wouldn’t have ever had any reason to practice being gentle, right?

So what if the first few months of having to play the part of the gentleman and kindly explorer, shaking hands and interacting with others (picking them up when saving them, etc), he realizes how brusquely he touches them? Enough times if someone saying his grip is a little tight or he jostled them too much and such makes him realize he can’t just go full throttle because he’s a fully evolved and experienced and powerful Pokémon, these civilians don’t know what it means to survive in a wasteland where virtually everything is out to get you

…so, to conclude, how much gentleness does he learn by dealing with the hero and partner? I’m thinking of your riding on the shoulder and him carrying them around examples specifically but does he ever catch himself being harsh and they don’t even realize why (“haha, you’re crushing me! you don’t have to hold me so tight, you know, it won’t hurt me if I fall just from here!”) and he stops in dawning horror realizing that one day he’s going to have to hurt them in the end?

then he has to learn to be gentle all over again when he and the others return from the future—even more gentle and slow and careful this time—because now they’re afraid of him, knowing just how strong he is and exactly what he’s capable of doing to them?

now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go sob in the corner, goodbye👋🏻🥹

(this was mainly inspired by the comic of aimilios trying to trust him again when he’s hurt but still being terrified and dusknoir just h u r t i n g bc he knows it’s fully justified…crying in the club rn)

also I was curious how Dusknoir reacts when they evolve? is he bursting at the seems with pride at watching them “grow up” or is it more of a somber affair with him feeling relief that they’ll be able to defend themselves better against bigger, stronger pokemon (like himself) who would try to hurt them?

Sorry for the rambling, I just have a lot of feels about this big softy and I wanted to share them!😊

Op… your mind… is SO POWERFUL.

THE IDEA?? OF DUSKNOIR KNOWING NOTHING BUT DO-OR-DIE SITUATIONS IN THE FUTURE; ONLY SERVING AS A WEAPON FOR PRIMAL DIALGA TO USE… To then having to learn how to be gentle..? Of course, to fulfill the “humble and kind explorer” facade… but mainly achieving it because of Hero and Partner.

…AND HIM SEEING HOW THEY GET SLIGHTLY HURT BY HIM WHEN HE’S NOT EVEN TRYING. A SMALL PART OF HIM JUST DREADS HOW THEY’LL FARE AGAINST HIM AT HIS BEST.

AND ON TOP OF THAT?? HIM HAVING TO RELEARN IT ALL *OVER AGAIN??* AND HAVING TO ACTUALLY WORK TWICE AS HARD BECAUSE HE BROKE THEIR TRUST ONCE ALREADY????? I KNOW IM PARROTING YOUR WORDS BUT OHHHH MY GOD. IM INSANE. IM INSANE.

———

[For me, I’ve personally headcannoned it as Dusknoir being aware of his own strength. He always calculates how gentle he should treat a certain Pokémon. So he ends up having to hold back a LOT. And no one notices.]

[…Expect for Ribbon’s and Aimilios, that is.]

[They always see the slight worry mixed with concentration in Dusknoir’s expression as he gauges just how much pressure he can use when handling them. And the two always thank him for doing so.]

[In which, Dusknoir assures them that it’s nothing. It’s not like he actually cares. He’s just doing it to gain their trust more. Nevermind the fact he reminds those two to be careful. Or come to him if they sustain any really bad injuries. Or how he’s extra gentle with them specifically. It’s nothing.]

(…Is this setup for them recognizing him holding back during his fight? Is it angst potential for when those two realize just how easily Dusknoir could’ve offed them all those times they were alone with him..? >:3 maybe.)

#dadnoir #long post #Dusknoir trying to be logical and cold but his emotions getting in the way: (CRYING)#BUT YOUR TAKE. IS SO FUCKING GOOD.#AND AS FOR THE EVOLUTION ONE. I THINK IT WOULD BE A MIX OF BOTH.#him being so proud to see those two evolve. and feel less tense knowing they can protect themselves better. ough.#OUGH.#I WANNA DRAW SOMETHING FOR IT I FUCKING. (PUNCHING THE GROUND)#ONE DAY. I WILL.#I will take the time to let u know rn you are so welcome to send me these asks ANY TIME. they are SO GOOD.

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beanghostprincess · 1 year ago

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Ohhhh dark princess beanghost deliverer of all that good good Sanuso, deliver upon us your forbidden and darkest knowledge of transfem!Usopp!Sanuso. Is she in lesbians with transfem Sanji? Are they T4T transfemxtransmasc? Did cis, Bi guy Sanji manage to find the only woman in the OP universe who finds him charming (and it just happens to be the first one that he truly and honestly actually falls in love so deeply with in a way none of his crushes ever even compared to because of course Usopp is beautiful and sexy but she’s also silly and KIND and smart and his best friend and he cannot shut up about her? ) Please please tell us what you think I want some more transfem Usopp in my life

You ask, I deliver and share my knowledge. Don't use this fantastic and dark, magical information for the evil.

Okay, so I absolutely love all of these ideas for Transfem!Usopp and Sanuso. My favorite probably is them being lesbians and dating because if you can make a ship sapphic, do it. Always. It's the best thing you can do to a ship. Turn them into women. Makes it 100% better. Probably saying this because I am a lesbian myself and I love sapphic couples. But yes.

So, I actually love the whole Cis guy Sanji falling for Transfem!Usopp, but I'm gonna mix both ideas because I am a genius and I just had a revelation.

Usopp comes out as a trans girl to the crew when they find each other at Sabaody after two years. Everyone accepts her, of course, and Nami couldn't be happier to have her in the girls' room now (they're so best friends I love them). Sanji, after his time at Momoiro Island, takes it well. As well as he can take it, of course, having in mind that he still doesn't understand the whole concept of being trans yet (he feels such fury and hatred towards it... Why would that be, I wonder). He still feels weird around it, but when it's Usopp the one to say she's a girl... It's different, now. Sanji starts to understand everything better.

It's not like Usopp changes that much, after that. Her hair is longer and she still keeps it messy or in a low ponytail. Her clothes are basically the same, but now with a bit more of femininity to them. Sanji doesn't know how to put it, but the way she moves and speaks and dresses now is a bit different, yet completely the same. Perhaps it's just him. Perhaps seeing her as a woman has changed him, even if Usopp hasn't changed much. Whatever- Sanji has everything under control (or so he says) because, even if Usopp is a girl, she's still his best friend. They're best friends. They established that two years ago and it still remains a true fact.

Usopp does get the gentleman treatment from Sanji, of course. She might be his best friend but she's still a girl (a very, very beautiful girl with a wonderful brain and looks and voice and-) and the cook can't hold back from literally throwing up hearts and bleeding everywhere whenever he sees her. The sniper (who may or may not have the hugest crush on Sanji) appreciates this gesture, thinking at first that it's just Sanji's way of telling her that she accepts her. She thinks that he's faking all of this. At first, of course. Because then it becomes genuine and constant and she kind of understands how Nami feels, because damn the guy is annoying most of the time. But also, well- Usopp loves being loved by him, even if it's in the same way for every other girl he meets.

The things is... Sanji doesn't feel like he's the same with other girls. He acts like that with them because that's how a man should treat a woman (worshipping her completely), but he does all of this for Usopp because, well, that's his best friend. His sniper. And the way she makes him feel is something he has never actually experienced before. Sanji realizes, then, while their relationship keeps growing (holding hands, stargazing together, hidden smiles, obvious blushes, nervous laughter, all their moments alone...) that it's not only the fact that he's probably in love with Usopp (wow, surprising, right?) but... He kind of wants to be like her?

Sanji puts the thought aside, though. Love is more important. Love. Whatever he feels for Usopp. He has never, ever experienced this before, unlike what most people might think. And it's driving him crazy. Because what is he supposed to do when the love he feels is too much to not show it and too scary to make Usopp know? So burying his feelings deep down with the hope they'll disappear soon is the answer to everything! (Don't do this, Sanji is just stupid).

But of course, the feelings don't go away. He just falls even more and more and more for her. From the way she laughs to the way she talks excitedly about her new creations. And she's the same Usopp he used to know, just a bit different and, well, happier. More confident. Way sexier now that she acts more freely. Sanji can't handle this. Especially when it comes hand in hand with the poisonous sensation that he tries hard to keep at bay. The envy. The longing. The wanting to be free, like that. Sanji dreams a lot about the dress he used to wear back at Momoiro. It felt good on his skin. Something felt good on his skin for once.

Whatever. It doesn't have to mean antyhing. He's just in love with Usopp, that can accept it. And wanting to be like the girls he constantly cherishes isn't that weird. He had his moment in Punk Hazard with Nami's body, right? It isn't- It isn't weird.

Then Whole Cake Island happens, and everything starts crumbling down around him. First of all because he's gonna end up getting married to a girl he doesn't even know, leaving the real love of his life behind. And second, because he's starting to realize some stuff he didn't want to admit before- But being so close to men. To the men who hurt him. Thinking so much about the way he loved his mom... How much Reiju says he looks like her and how little bothered he is by that, in fact wanting to look more and more like her. Long hair. Long eyelashes. Beautiful, beautiful woman.

He thinks about Usopp a lot, there, when he feels trapped. About her smile and her eyes and her voice and her outfits that are not feminine at all and yet still feel meant to be worn by a woman. He thinks about the way he loves her, so deeply and unconditionally and both physically and emotionally. He thinks about wanting to share that experience of freedom with her, and thinks that- Well. Sometimes- Sometimes he thinks about dresses. And make up. And how being called a princess would still hurt but would hurt only because of the meaning behind of the word and not because of the word itself. And Reiju tells him about it. About their mom and that the way he acts isn't because of being weak, but human. And then she mentions that well, of course she has empathy, she's a girl. And Sanji wonders if it's, maybe and just maybe, the same for him.

Her.

Yeah. That feels good enough.

She realizes suddenly, everything she had been bottling up, making her heart explode into a million pieces. Then the pieces are all put together by Luffy, who's the first to know. Sanji tells him about wanting- About maybe being a woman. Luffy only smiles and says that he likes the way Sanji smiles when she pronounces the word. That those are great news, even, because Sanji would never hurt a woman, and all of this (running away and forcing Luffy to leave her alone) is hurting her. So she has to come back to the crew for a woman to be happy. It doesn't make any sense, but Sanji cries anyway.

So, stuff happens. Sanji has a lot of time to think. And then they get to Wano. It's not the best time to come out, honestly, but she has to do it or else they will probably end up burnt to death by a big ass dragon before she can actually be herself fully. She doesn't have the guts to tell Usopp privately, even if she wants her to be at least the second one to know, so she tells the whole crew (and Torao, for some reason, because he's always there). She doesn't stop looking at Usopp's eyes, though. For something like... Acceptance? Support? Understanding? Love? Sanji isn't sure, but it makes talking about this easier.

Once again, everyone accepts it, of course. Zoro makes a joke about her just wanting to be in the girls room, and she doesn't even have to kick her because Robin is the one to smack him in the head without her extra arm being noticed right away. It's not a huge change because they can't do much now, but Kinemon gives her a proper kimono for her. She feels... So pretty.

Usopp tells her she looks pretty, so happy and joyful and proud of Sanji it makes the cook melt under her gaze. She notices a bit of blush, too, on her best friend's face, so she takes her to a private place to talk things out. To actually talk things out.

Sanji confesses that her new self is basically thanks to Usopp, and so she thanks her with a shy smile and a laugh. And Usopp hugs her. Tight. It almost makes them both cry. And Sanji doesn't really know why it happens or how it happens or- Or even when, but Usopp kisses her. And she moves away as quickly as she leaned in, starting to mutter anxious words under her breath and apologizing for using this moment to confess, but she just couldn't go into such dangerous adventure without making Sanji know first.

The weight on Sanji's shoulders disappears, and the urge to kiss Usopp back becomes stronger than anything else.

Long story short, because it's nighttime and I work tomorrow morning: Sanji and Usopp move to the girls' room, which means work for Franky to make it wider. Sanji is more femme fatale while Usopp goes more for a nerdy, messy vibe. And they start dating, of course, and become the most annoying sapphic couple in this ship. Also, Sanji grows her hair long for her mom and Usopp loves to help her taking care of it. If they call Ivankov or not for a lil bit of help with her bodies, that's up to you, but I like the thought of Sanji wanting to change her whole body (except her killer thighs grrr) and Usopp like, wanting boobs but not too big and also still keeping the lower parts bc, and I quote: "Why would you want something that's harder to pee with?" and even Nami would agree.

They're the cheesiest and clingiest most beautiful couple ever. Live laugh love transfem Sanuso.

#i'm eepy as you can notice by the fact that i didn't write any dialogue here #maybe tomorrow tho because i am OBSESSED with them #god i love them #sapphic lesbians transfem girlfriends sanuso my beloveds #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #transfem sanji #transfem usopp #transfem sanuso #fem sanuso

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lenny-rambles · 7 months ago

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About "When All the Embers Die"

Title: When All the Embers Die

Author: MelodramaticCoffeeAddict

Update 21: Chapter Twenty (Then)

Relevant tags: ZoLu, angst, modern au, acesan, ongoing, the swords are dogs, happy ending (allegedly)

A modern au ZoLu fic in which the crew were friends once, and now Zoro's not; and about why is that.

IT UPDATED! IT UPDATED! IT UPDATED!!! Thank you so much author for updating!!! I adore this story and it's been a blast. Truly, the angst and hurt/comfort are so well managed that I can't help but get really into it. Everyone should read this fanfic because it's effin fantastic.

All right, first of all, I am a big fan of MelodramaticCoffeeAddict's works. I've read a lot of them, and the ones I haven't is because I'm scared of the feelings they'll give me. Most of them are very angsty and Zoro-centric, which means I'm very drawn to her works. But I'm digressing.

All right, spoilers for the fic and OP Marineford arc, (though that last one is kinda a stretch but whatever) BEWARE!!

We start basically where we left the "then" part of the story, which is great because I can't get enough of Zoro and Luffy's reaction to the reveal. Like, Zoro, my man is Destroyed, he is basically in hell right now, his only lifelines are Wado, Luffy and Ace. (Which is so sad now given what we know about "now") (OHHHH I HAVE THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THAT!!!)

I want to talk about Ace's role in the story before I continue. Or at least, a little thing that popped up when this beautiful fic was invading my consciousness and not letting me study: Zoro doesn't get to keep his older siblings for long. An that's so sad!!!!! Like, the foreshadowing for Ace's death being to save Zoro, who could very well be trying to save Luffy from anything (or at least the way I understood it) Is So Tragic. This would be the second Older Sibling that sacrifices themselves for Zoro, I think that would break him. That's what gives him the permanent stutter in the "now" portion of the story.

This last part actually relates to the author's comment about a hc where Zoro just, buries his emotions instead of dealing with them, because then he would break. If Ace's death is Zoro's "fault" that will be what finally breaks the dam. He will not come back from that. And we know so!!! Because he didn't!!!

All right, back to the scenes in the fic

Sanji's been giving them food but Zoro doesn't want any, I understand this so much, this is so sad :c. Luffy eats it (haha), and Ace very much acts as the ultimate support for everyone. Let's go AceSan, I just really like how Ace doesn't neglects his role as everyone's support in favor of someone else. Even Usopp got some support! I love you Ace <333

Luffy reminding Zoro it was not his fault got me by surprise!! I sometimes forget this is a ZoLu fic ('cause of the plot) lol. This is such a nice way of giving a sweet scene that doesn't shift terribly the tone of the chapter, I really liked it.

More Zoro angst!!! He's blaming himself for the short trip :c Even though Luffy already told him nothing is his fault and he doesn't own anyone anything (some chapters ago), he still thinks he's the worst because he's ruined his friends fun!!! I WANNA CRY

Some more situational fluff: Luffy gives Zoro a ride home, and only Zoro!!!! I know this has Plot Reasons, it also has Ship Implications and I'm here for both. I really like Zoro and Luffy's relationship here! I don't remember getting a Luffy POV in this fic so far, I'll have to re-read, but I'd like to see their relationship through Luffy's pov.

The moment I've been waiting for ever since the birthday chapter is finally here!! Zoro calls Mihawk dad!!!!!! I was expecting this but it still made me feeeeel for them. I'd say I really like their relationship in the fic, but I say that about everything relationship in the fic. I just really like this fic and the way the author handles the characters in a very unusual setting, but makes it make sense for the canon counterparts!!!

Mihawk comforting Zoro part 1, thank you Mihawk for giving it your best to be a good dad, even if it doesn't always work out as intended. Your efforts have not been in vain because it's Your House where Zoro feels safest, not his, not Luffy's, not Ace's, Yours!!!

A short rambling about the dogs!!! They know what to do, I really love the dogs in this fic. They are *in character* for like, 2-3 lines of dialogue we've from canon, but in all honesty, I eat up any anthropomorphization of Zoro's swords (even Oda's, but we don't talk about Oda's take on that) but this is one of my favorites!

Oh yeah, the post dissociation clarity is weird. Like, as someone who also has the bad habit of "keeping big emotions under the rug" I have now added "to ACTUALLY check on them later" to the strategy, because it suck feeling a stranger to your own trauma. Hopefully Zoro learns this, but the way the story is headed, I don't see it happening in the "then" chapters...

On this, I haven't been through something similar to what's on the story, but both God and my psychiatrist know that the line between hyper rationalizing your feelings and just ignoring them blurs terribly quicky. So Zoro being like "I have to BE FINE, because if I AM NOT FINE then this would be terrible, the most horrible thing to ever happen, and that can't be true, because I don't think I could survive that" is very close to home for me, I just wish he went to therapy.

More angst (thanks) Zoro's issues with self worth and him being a waste unless he is excellent and strong and how I relate to that because of Internalized Family Expectations that were Not Met. Not much to develop on that, I just think about this take on Zoro's character and wonder what it means to myself.

Not wanting to eat because of anxiety for something totally unrelated to food is also very personal to me. The moment when eating stops being the Joie de Vivre to become A Chore is when it's known something's wrong, so seeing it in action for Zoro is great.

Mihawk comforting Zoro part 2, thank you Mihawk for loving your son. Perona also loves Zoro but she's a bit (a lot) lost right now. I think Mihawk wants to give Zoro a sense of normalcy through his panic attacks and all, so he keeps calm. And Perona knows that being dramatic is almost always more fun than being stoic, so she is. But my poor Zoro ends up confused about how to properly react to stressful situations thanks to these two, and by stating that on the fic we now know why he is Like That. I hope he gets to calm down more soon.

Ussop!!! I love it when we get his POV, I really like Usopp's POV in general for Fics, but this one serves also for an "antagonistic" narrative in the story. My man is too wrapped up in his own insecurities that he can't see that the way he and Zoro protect themselves from trauma is basically the same. They both create and project an image of themselves that has it more together than they actually do, the only difference is that now Usopp can't call Zoro's bluff and viceversa. They are both too into their own heads to even think that someone has issues as bad a they do. (Because why would they? Everyone else is so very much incredible! They are just the lesser friend, the one that's disposable, the useless one) They are all liars trying to get the best of themselves out, so that none of their wonderful friends ever finds out about what they've got within.

But they did!!! And it's Usopp's fault for not respecting Zoro's boundaries!!! Zoro's exposed everytime that happens and Usopp Can't Get Enough of it, because now he is not the weak one. He can call the bluff and regain some sort of validation towards him and his way of projecting out. What good it does to him though, because his bluff's also been called by everyone but Zoro. It makes sense for him to finally stop and think about what he's done for a change. Ding dong mtherfcker, it's consequences of your actions!

Side note, I really like Luffy paying for Usopp's phone but still too mad at him to actually talk to him directly, that's Luffy if I ever read him.

Usopp apologizing because he fears his friends stopping from being his friends and not because of him actually being sorry (even though he knows he's in the wrong) is peak Usopp behavior. In fact, it is very much canon, since that's basically how the end of the Water 7 saga goes. (until Zoro makes Luffy understand and so Usopp understand that half-assed apologies won't do). Let's hope he doesn't have to get punched anymore to be all right with the crew again.

Ah, Usopp being petty because Zoro apologized is funny, and very interesting for things previously mentioned.

And then the fic ends. It was a very good update! I'm So Glad the author is still updating! even though it' stated to be somewhat more of a bore now (than it was at the start :c) I await the next update expectantly because I can't get enough of this, and sincerely hope the fic gets to be done, because this is such a good story it'd make me sad if it were to just, stop. So once again, thank you so much author for all the work you put through and take your time!!!

Oh well, this is a great piece (haha), I think the fic is very non shippers accesible, because most of the moment can be interpreted as platonic (but why would you?) or plainly Not In English (I love that, I really like those but where they flirt in other languages, they are such dorks omg). So I believe any Zoro fans should read it, if you like modern aus, because it is a really good Zoro fic, and fic in general. I'm biased but I'm right!!!

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