#Sicc replies

[sicc-nasti]

HEY hi it's me again silly question from brodies number one fan /j I did not know where to ask this or if I even have to 💔💔

I wanted to know if you're alright with like people revenging your revenge or whatever on artfight?? Not sure how to word this, this is my first year doing art fight, but I had a cool idea and wanted to know if I could do that or if I should just post it here like the rest?? It feels like a silly question to ask sorry 💔

AW YEAH a revenge chain!!!! Youre more than welcome to do that if youd like!!!! I dont mind at all ^_^ !!!! I might not have time to revenge ur revenge revenging the revenge but I will try my best! No guarantees but I am really tickled by any art!!!!!!

[sicc-nasti]

VISCOUSLY DREAMS OF YOUR OCS CAL BCUZ I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH

“who’s your favorite character?” my friend’s oc. “who’s your favorite character in canon?” my friend’s oc. “your favorite character can’t be your friend’s oc!” the posters on my walls and discord messages say otherwise. my wound has a heartbeat and only my friend’s oc can fix it. goodbye chat

[meet-the-courier]

YOU WRITE, THEY FIGHT.

TFI's most wanted mercs are here on standby for YOU. They're busy as HELL but are under LEGAL CONTRACT to do WHAT EVER needs to be done- from mailing your CRAPPY LOVE LETTERS to answering ALL of your INVASIVE and PRODDING questions! You think it- they'll probably have to do it*! Just send an ask to whichever merc! Here's even a sneak peek into some of their history (presented without their knowledge! Fun surprise for you lovely guys!) (*Couriers are subject to responding to asks but responses are not guaranteed to be factual and in any certain time frame. They do still got jobs to do!)

[octuscle]

My professor is such a pain in the ass! I tried turning him into an average dumb college frat guy, but it’s not working!

Whew! Indeed, your professor is a tough nut to crack. He's as stiff as if he'd swallowed a stick. On time like a Swiss watch. And the strictest teacher imaginable. I'll see what I can do. Time is pressing, it's Friday and the exam period starts on Monday.

07:30. Your professor's shiny Volvo rolls into the faculty parking lot. He's always on time to the second. His suit may be cheap, but it's immaculate. And he walks into the staff room with his hair perfectly parted. No one notices the small tattoo on his forearm.

When he arrives at your lecture, it's like a sensation: he's not wearing polished Oxfords, he's wearing sneakers. Pretty cool, pretty expensive sneakers. And WHITE socks! He's never been seen wearing anything like that before. And you swear his stomach is flatter. Normally his jacket always conceals a tummy bulge. But now his silhouette is perfectly slim. Unfortunately, it doesn't change anything about his lecture. He's way too fast, firing his questions like a sniper in the direction of the students who weren't paying attention. He's a pain in the ass, and that hasn't changed yet.

During the lunch break, the professor is seen wearing jeans for the first time. Pretty crisp fitting jeans. He really has a tight ass. And damn: Does he actually have a beard shadow? Normally he's always perfectly shaved. You're sitting in the canteen with your bruhs when he approaches you and asks "All gud, bruhs? can one of you give me uh fag? I must have forgotten mine at home…" You are far too surprised not to give him a cigarette. "You're such uh lifesaver, dude," says your professor and asks what you're up to this weekend. You tell him about your plans to go to the sports bar, work out in the gym and maybe take a trip to the beach on Sunday. "Sick thing" replies the professor. "See you around, bruhs!" He leaves you with your mouths hanging open.

The professor leaves the parking lot in his open-top Mustang with loud hip-hop music and screeching tires. You grin broadly. Your plan seems to be working. You are sure of it when you meet the next day at the gym. Your professor has a cool haircut, a stylish beard and looks like he's a regular at the tattoo parlor. You greet each other with a fist bump. And when he takes off his sweaty T-shirt after two hours, you say goodbye with a chest bump. Damn, this guy has a killer body.

On the beach, your prof disappears from time to time with random people and goes to the trunk of his Mustang. Shit, he's selling drugs. Hashish or apparently steroids and other stuff. And at sunset you see him lying on his towel smoking pot while one of the musclemen from the gym massages his nipples. Fuck, the boner in his surfer shorts is impressive. You're very pleased with yourself. You don't need to be afraid of tomorrow. It's a good thing you didn't waste the weekend studying.

Hot picture, you think to yourself on Monday morning when you see your professor's latest post on Instagram. And then you read the caption: "Sicc training 2 start the new wk. Now let's go kicc sum student ass. I luv it when i c the airheads sweating over my exam questions"

Pic found @marechais

[cinnbar-bun]

One Happy Hawk (Mihawk x Reader)

Summary: After getting hit with the Happy-Happy Fruit during a fight, Mihawk returns home in a rather… peculiar fashion.

Rating: SFW /Kinda Crack

Note: Takes place during the timeskip, is crackish, and features Perona, Zoro, and a cameo from Crocodile. Reader and Mihawk are married. Reader is GN.

Word Count: ~1.7k

A/n: Hey besties, sorry, my appendix burst a few days ago and I was in the hospital! I’ll do my best to finish some requests while I recover!

Mihawk getting caught off guard was one thing but now, after Mihawk slain his attacker and was resting at home, you couldn’t tell if this new behavior of his was unnerving or welcome.

“Wow, my house is so dark! It needs some light, right?” Mihawk asked loudly, before he opened the window curtains he almost always refused to open. You, Perona, and Zoro gawked as Mihawk pranced happily around the room, opening the many windows and letting the light shine in.

He sighed happily at his work and widely smiled to all of you. “My, isn’t this lovely? The sun is so beautiful.”

You three gasped at his innocent and sweet expression that seemed to glow brighter than the sun itself.

“I-I need to take a photo-“ you quickly mumbled. Perona nodded while Zoro looked as if he’d faint.

“What? Is something wrong?” Mihawk asked, before he made his way to you and felt your forehead. “Oh, darling, are you alright? Are you sick at all?”

You shake your head and Mihawk’s face softens. “Good. Yes, very good.”

“Uh, Mihawk?!” Perona yelled. “Why are you like this?!”

Mihawk gave a confused look. “Like what?”

“Like…. Like that!!” She pointed her finger at him, unsure of where to begin. Mihawk hummed as he massaged his beard.

“Hm, I’m not sure what you mean. Aren’t I always like this? You three always bring me such joy. I just wish to change things up today,” Mihawk explained.

Zoro leaned against a wall, breathing heavily.

“What the hell is going on?!” He cried, before he handed Mihawk a sword. “Come on! Fight me!”

“Fight you? Why would I do that? That could cause serious harm to us,” Mihawk gasped. If Zoro wasn’t clinging to Perona, he may have just fainted on the spot.

“I don’t want to hear anymore of this. (Y/n), he’s your husband, please do something,” Zoro mumbled despondently.

“What should I do?! I don’t know what to do!” You frantically answered.

“Ah! I got an idea! Maybe I can sicc my Hollows onto him! That should make him grumpy again!” Perona snapped her fingers.

“Great idea!” You and Zoro said at once. Perona then turned to Mihawk and summoned a Negative Hollow to pass through Mihawk. Mihawk simply watched curiously as the Hollow went through him, unfazed.

“Did it work…?” Perona whispered, before her answer came in the form of Mihawk laughing and clapping.

“Great job, Perona! Your Hollows are always such a treat to witness! It even tickled a little!” Mihawk stated proudly to Perona.

Perona screamed at Mihawk’s face and wrapped herself around you like a koala.

“Make him stop! Make it stop!” She wailed. “Go back! Go back!”

“Perona! I’m gonna fall!” You wobble, while Perona clung to you tighter.

“Waaaaaah! I thought he’d be nicer if he was happier but I hate itttttt! Turn him back, (Y/n)!” Perona ignored your comment, sobbing loudly. You sighed and placed Perona down before going to your husband.

“Darling, why don’t we go rest and-“

“Oh my!” Mihawk’s cheeks turned red as his eyes sparkled excitedly. He grabbed your hands and held them in his. “You wish to take a nap together? What an amazing idea, my love!”

The blush on his face is too cute to resist, and you can’t help but feel your face heating up at his undivided attention. Before you can say anything else, Mihawk tilts your chin up and gazes into your eyes dreamily.

“My love, have I ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are?”

“H-huh?” You reply, shocked at his honest compliment. Not that he never complimented you- he did- he was just usually more subtle about it.

“Yes, your eyes lead me astray every day. I wish to melt into them. I wish to look into your eyes forever and never be parted from you. I sometimes wonder if you are even real with how beautiful and ethereal you are. But when I look into your precious eyes, I know for certain that you are real, and I’m so grateful to have you in my life,” he stated earnestly, a gentle smile on his face.

You giggle at his proclamation of love and twirl your hair with your finger.

“On second thought, maybe we should keep him like this,” you grin.

“No way!!” Perona and Zoro shout in unison. You huff and pout, before Mihawk strokes your head.

“My love, please do not frown. I did promise that I would never let you be unhappy again.”

You perk back into a smile and nod. “Yes, you did!”

“Ah, there’s that smile I love so much!”

You two hold hands and smile in such a disgustingly cute way that Zoro and Perona gag.

“Great. Now (Y/n)’s fallen into his charms,” Perona groaned.

“We have to do something. I can’t become the greatest swordsman if this is how Mihawk quits,” Zoro pinched his forehead.

“New plan!” Perona pounded her hand in determination. “We make him remember how grumpy he is!”

Zoro nodded, eager to get his teacher back to normal.

“Hey, Mihawk!” Perona shouted to get his attention.

“Yes, Perona?” Mihawk replied, curious about what she wished to say.

Perona snickers and pulls out two coats, his usual black and red one, and the pink one she designed for him in an attempt to be ‘cute’. “Which one do you like more?”

Mihawk looked deep in thought. “The pink one. It’s clear that you put so much love and effort into tailoring it for me. And it even matches your outfit!”

Perona’s face shrivels up as Mihawk decides to wear the pink coat. “Yes, just splendid! You really have outdone yourself Perona! How do I look?”

You and Perona clamp a hand over your mouth as your eyes water at the adorable coat on a smiling Mihawk.

“So… cute…” you two mumble.

“Would you two knuckleheads think straight for a moment?! He’s obviously not himself! We have to fix him, not play dress up with him!”

“Now, now, Zoro,” Mihawk wags his finger. “There’s no need to yell. (Y/n) and Perona just wished to compliment me on my new outfit. I think it’s a great-“

Before Mihawk can finish, his Den Den Mushi begins to ring and he answers it quickly.

“Hello? Ah, Sir Crocodile! How wonderful it is to hear your voice!”

You and Perona snapped out of your thoughts as Zoro’s eyes widened in horror.

“Shit! They’re coming today for a meeting!” You whisper-shout as you remember the important meeting Mihawk told you about. “Quick, we can’t have them think anything is wrong!”

Zoro and Perona nod and run around the room, closing the windows again and redecorating so the place looks just as cold as before. Mihawk raises a brow as you swipe his Den Den Mushi and laugh nervously.

“Good morning, Sir Crocodile! I’m so sorry to tell you this, but it seems like my poor Mihawk has come down with a nasty cold!” You try your best to sound worried in hopes Crocodile will cancel the meeting.

“But darling, I’m perfectly-“ Mihawk tries to argue, before Zoro and Perona cover his mouth.

“He… is sick? Mihawk?” Crocodile asks, unimpressed and not believing a word you say.

“Mhm! He’s just had the nastiest cough you could ever imagine!” You glance at Zoro and he begins to cough loudly. “Can't you hear him? He’s been like that all day!”

“Right. And that is why he sounded so chipper to greet me just now?”

“Oh, the medicine the doctor’s gave him makes him rather… uh… loopy! Yes! He’s been a bit out of it!”

“Mihawk,” Crocodile sternly says, and Mihawk breaks free from Zoro and Perona’s grip.

“Yes, Crocodile?” Mihawk replies.

“Are you truly sick?”

Mihawk laughs loudly. “Oh no, my friend! I’m not sure why my love is saying such things to you! I’m excited to have you over, in fact!”

You, Perona, and Zoro are frozen in shock as it is silent on the other end of the line.

“Dear lord,” Crocodile states, stunned at what he just heard. “It’s alright. We can have the meeting another time.”

“What? But why, Crocodile? I’m completely fine!”

“No I… I think your partner is correct. You are very sick. You should lie down.”

“I don’t need to do that! I’m absolutely okay! I was even going to make you my famous cookies for the meeting!” Mihawk shouts, hoping Crocodile changes his mind.

“Goodbye, Mihawk,” Crocodile quickly says before he disconnects the call. Mihawk pouts sadly as he holds onto his Den Den Mushi.

“Aw… he’s not coming today anymore,” Mihawk sighs. You pat your husband on the shoulder to soothe him.

“It’s alright, my love. You two can have that meeting another time!”

“You’re right! And I’ll absolutely impress him with those cookies! In fact, I’ll go make some cookies right now!” Mihawk shouts as he runs to the kitchen.

“How long is this thing supposed to last?” Perona whines. Zoro waves his hand and begins to walk towards the staircase. “I saw nothing. Today was just a bad dream.”

You massage your temples as you follow your husband to the kitchen, praying for this “condition” to pass soon.

Bonus:

“Ugh, my head is killing me…” Mihawk groans. He winces as he notices the light pouring through his open windows. He registers a heavy weight around his arm as he notices you’re sleeping peacefully beside him. A warm feeling builds up in his chest before he looks down to see he’s wearing… pink pajamas with red and black ribbons on them.

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, then opens his eyes again. It is not just a dream, but in fact, reality. He is wearing those pajamas that Perona made him. He sighs and closes his eyes.

“I’ll deal with this in about an hour,” he mumbles to himself, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in closer.

[sicc-nasti]

Only a pile of gatorade is left behind.

my fields of white women.... ready to harvest

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 7: Fall Further in Love, Cause You're Gay

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

Guess whos no longer sicc! Anyway, enjoy soft central with a hint of plot building and a dash of foreshadowing. I hope you enjoy 🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402@the-bagel24@eveymay@kimiinou@muffintopxs

(pls let me know if you want to be tagged/ I missed you!)

Chapter 6 Cross Posted on AO3 here

HTWAHP Masterlist

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You were so comfy right now, holy shit. You were lying on a heavenly bed. Your head was resting on the softest, warmest pillow you had ever had the pleasure of laying your head upon. You snuggle your head closer freezing when you feel your pillow breathe.

Oh holy shit

You peek one eye open, lifting your head slightly. You’ve had your head resting on Larissa’s chest, your entire body resting atop hers with your legs intertwined. Her face is bare, the sunlight shining on the side of her face making her look even more ethereal than she usually does.

You grin up at her before gently extricating yourself from her limbs. You manage to get up without waking her and manage to keep yourself from tripping over your own feet. You pick up a shirt that was hanging over the chair at her vanity (she has a vanity, she’s so fancy), slipping it on before making your way to the kitchen.

She has a small kitchen attached to her rooms which you have to basically ransack to find mugs, coffee and hot chocolate. You finish making your drinks, humming to yourself softly. You’re halfway through the bedroom door when you notice Larissa sitting up, the covers bunched up around her, her head in her hands.

“Larissa?” You ask, rushing over to her.

“Oh shit fuck wait-“ you panic, nearly spilling your drink all over yourself.

She looks up at your, her eyes wet with unshed tears. She takes you in, doing your best to balance the mug you nearly dropped, dressed in her shirt, looking at her with so much concern.

You put the mugs on her bedside table, hovering over her nervously.

“Uhm I- is it okay if I touch you? Are you okay?” You ask.

“I- I’m sorry.” She laughs, wiping her eyes. “I just- you weren’t here when I woke up and-“

“Oh…oh gods I am so sorry.” You apologize, grabbing her hands. “I-I would never just leave you. You’re far too lovely for that.”

She smiles up at you, squeezing your hands before looking away.

“I must seem so silly, crying over something so trivial.” She whispers.

“I once cried when a cat looked at me and walked away.” You reply.

She laughs at that, pressing a kiss to your hand.

“I’m serious! It was a tabby and I did the whole pspspspsps and it just walked away! I was devastated.”

She snorts ducking her head and pulling you onto her lap. You squeak, bracing yourself by grabbing her shoulders. She presses a kiss to your neck, burying her face into it.

“Mmm you look absolutely delicious in my clothes.” She mumbles.

“I feel like you’re not taking my pain seriously here.” You hum, scratching at the base of her head.

“No no I’m listening darling…” she hums, pressing more kisses to your neck.

You tilt your head back, running your hand up her spine and humming.

“Are you feeling okay pretty lady?” You ask softly.

“Mmm..” she all but purrs into your neck.

“Do you want your coffee?”

“Mmm…”

“You know you have to remove your face from my neck to drink your coffee?”

She groans at that, pressing one last kiss to your neck before leaning back and reaching for her coffee. You two sit there, wrapped in each other (and Larissa’s soft comforter), sipping your coffee. It’s so domestic and soft and everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

Until you notice the fucking massive headache that you had been ignoring until now. You wince putting your coffee down and reaching up to rub your forehead.

“Are you okay darling?” She asks, reaching up to cup your face.

“Mm. Just a headache. I have no idea why thou- oh wait…” you murmur.

“Darling?”

“Ahhhh I forgot to take my drugs.”

“Your what now?”

“Oh no it’s not- I have prescription medication I have to take every morning otherwise I get all headachey and lightheaded.” You reassure her.

“Oh. Oh, that’s- darling I’m sorry I-“ she stammers.

“Nope. Shhhhhh. None of that,” you start, “nothing to apologize for. I regret absolutely nothing and would rather suffer a hundred headaches than not be here with you.”

“You’re sure you’ll be okay darling?” She blushes, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Mhm, I’ll just take it easy today. I don’t have work anyway so it shouldn’t be a problem.” You hum.

“So I have my pretty barista all to myself today?” She purrs, pulling you flush against her.

“You are absolutely insatiable,” you giggle before rushing forward to kiss her.

——————-

“YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND. YOU ACTUALLY SLE-“

You slap your hand over James’ mouth, mortified he would be so vocal about your sex life.

“Yes, okay calm down you fucking degenerate.” You hiss, smacking him.

“I’m so proud of you, you spunky little bottom.” He smirks. “And Tyler owes me 20 bucks.”

“You took a bet with Tyler about my sex life?”

“Yes. You know I’ll literally do anything for money.”

You sigh at him, shaking your head. The three of you are getting the cafe ready for Outreach day. You had been leaving Nevermore when Larissa mentioned it to you, explaining how the kids would work in the town for half the day as a way of “bettering normie-outcast relations.” She seemed really excited for it so you internally vowed to be the kindest fucker on the face of this planet.

You had been briefing the boys on how they needed to behave and how you would not hesitate to fuck them up if they were rude(they were both adamant they wouldn’t be and then made fun of you for making such an effort for your girlfriend), when in walked three kids in Nevermore uniforms. One of them, wearing super cool shades, made a beeline for you.

“Your Principal Weems girlfriend right?” She asked, stopping rather closely in front of you.

“Uhm well-“

“Trick question: I saw you leave her rooms the other day.” She grins. “I’m Yoko.”

“It’s- it’s great to meet you, Yoko,” you manage, doing your best to keep your face from burning. “Uh…You want me to show you how to use the fucked up coffee machine?”

“Sweet.” She nods.

You spend the next hour or so teaching Yoko how to make different kinds of coffee. She was surprisingly good at it and really quick to learn. She was also, much to your dismay, pretty good at making late art.

“You’re going to put me out of a job if you continue like this.” You joke.

“Maybe I will,” she deadpans, “maybe I’ll start a vampire cafe. We would put you out of business.”

“Damn Yoko. I thought we were bonding. I can’t believe you would betray me like this.” You cry, wiping away fake tears.

“Nah I’d hire you, you’re chill. You smell kinda like a vampire actually…” she trails off.

“I smell…like…a vampire?” You ask.

She sniffs you, making a face before poking your upper lip. “You don’t have fangs though…strange…”

“I uhh use vanilla deodorant?” You try.

“No…that’s not it…” she murmurs, “Weird…”

The two of you stand there, Yoko studying you and you feeling awkward as anything. She’s broken out of her investigation by two other students entering the cafe, one of them being Enid. The two catch Yoko's attention and, after saying goodbye to you, she runs off with the two of them. Before you can have an internal crisis about what Yoko was talking about Larissa walks in, looking radiant and ethereal as ever.

You lean against the counter, grinning at her in a way you can only assume made you look like a lovesick puppy due to the two “awws” you receive from behind you. You flip both of them the bird before Larissa arrives in front of you.

“Hi pretty lady.” You hum, smiling up at you.

“Hello darling,” she grins. “I’ll take one hot chocolate please.”

“For here or to go?”

“For here.” She hums, looking you up and down. “I don’t suppose you could join me?”

“I would literally love nothing more.” You grin, taking off your apron.

“Are you seriously going to make us make you and your girlfriend hot chocolate?” James scoffs earning a snort from Tyler.

“Isn’t that what you’re here for?” You joke, sliding into the booth across from Larissa.

You notice she’s sitting super straight, her shoulders tense. She’s fiddling with her fingers and she’s blushing bright red. You’re mentally trying to figure out why she looks so embarrassed when it finally clicks.

“Uhm Larissa?” You start. “I know we never really spoke about it. And I mean I probably should’ve brought it up before I just let people say stuff. And I mean you may not even want to be together that way and I shouldn’t have assumed-“

“Darling take a breath.” She soothes, reaching across the table to grab your hands mid wild gesture.

You do as she says, squeezing her hands.

“Sorry…I just really really like you. And I uhm. Would it be okay if- that is to say would you-“

She laughs, a sound that makes your heart race and you barely suppress the urge to swoon. She’s looking at you with such a soft look and her beautiful blue eyes.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” She smirks and god it’s so hot this is unfair.

“I- well. Yes.” You mumble.

“I would love nothing more darling.”

And just like that you are the happiest person in the world. You’re almost certain you giggle and blush like a goddamn schoolgirl. Tyler drops off your drinks, winking at you and raising his brows. You sit and chat for a bit when Mayor Walker enters. He chats with Larissa, essentially ignoring you and it pains you to see how much she has to suck up to him.

They chat for a while, you’re not paying that much attention. A few moments later Marylin enters, ordering herself something at the counter (probably her usual matcha latte) before making her way over to the three of you.

“Fancy seeing you here stranger.” She grins.

“Marylin! It’s so nice to see you again. How’s the greenhouse?” You ask.

“Really well actually! Not to toot my own horn but my nightshades are doing quite well for this time of year.”

The two of you chat for a while, Marylin laughing at your dry humour and resting her hand on your shoulder.

“Mayor Walker, this is Marylin Thornhill.” Larissa says, interrupting your conversation with the redhead and gesturing to the woman in question, “In the spirit of outreach, she's Nevermore's first normie teacher.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Marilyn smiles.

The four of you chat for a while, Larissa shooting Marylin a look every time she laughs at one of your jokes. Eventually, the mayor leaves to get ready for the ceremony and Marylin leaves to gather the students. You’re standing with Larissa at the door when she suddenly pulls you incredibly close and grips your chin between her sinfully long fingers.

“Darling, I have had such a wonderful time with you today,” she purrs.

You feel your face heat exponentially, feeling flustered by both her sultry tone and her proximity.

“Uhm uh no-no problem! I aim to please.”

“And what a good job you do of that, hm?”

You’re sure if you weren’t basically leaning against her you probably would’ve collapsed at her words. She’s honestly looking at you like she wants to eat you (which you are never opposed to). A group of students, led by Marylin pass by, the woman sending you a bright smile and a wave.

You half expect her to let you go, put some distance between the two of you. But to your utter delight, she decides to double down on her affection, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then your lips. You stare up at her, wide-eyed and so in love.

“What was that for?” You whisper.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend just because?” She hums, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

“No! You totally can! I just- well with all the students around I just thought maybe you- I mean you have this image as like the principal and all-“ you explain, feeling warm all over.

“Well, I care far less about maintaining a reputation than I do about making sure you know exactly how I feel about you.” She grins.

“And perhaps ensuring no one gets any ideas about trying to seduce you.” She mumbles afterwards.

You giggle at that, stretching up to press a kiss to her cheek. You poke her nose gently, smirking up at her.

“Larissa Weems, do I detect jealousy in your tone?” You tease.

“I-I do not get jealous.” She huffs, her cheeks gaining a pink tinge.

“Sure you don’t,” you chuckle, “so I guess you wouldn’t mind me hanging out with Marylin during your fancy ceremony?”

“Absolutely not-“

“AHA!”

“…Perhaps you may have been the slightest bit correct in your assumption…” She sighs, blushing and looking anywhere but at you.

“Well, it’s a good thing I only have eyes for you then, isn’t it?”

She pauses for a moment, gaping down at you, but then she fucking beams, looking so fucking happy you wish you could freeze this moment and have her this happy for eternity.

“Mm, I don’t think anyone could ever be as stunning and goddamn enthralling as you. So I guess you’re stuck with me.” You finish, smiling dopily up at her.

“You really are delightful darling.” She hums “Whatever did I do to deserve you…”

“You’ll never believe it, you actually just existed.” You finish with a fake gasp. “Now go do your fancy ceremony, pretty lady.”

She snorts, pressing one last kiss to your lips before letting you go. She then saunters off towards the town square and you do shamelessly stare at her ass for as long as you can. You’re broken from your admittedly unholy thoughts by James slapping his hand onto your shoulder.

“Come on whore, let’s go watch your girlfriend's special ceremony.”

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The statue exploded.

If you were honest, the statue was awfully ugly and it exploding wasn’t a terrible loss. But you would not express these thoughts to Larissa who was currently angrily looming over her fireplace.

When the explosion had happened you had freaked the fuck out before immediately searching for Larissa. She had, thank the gods, been unharmed by the explosion. You ran to check up on her, fussing over her as she assured you she was fine.

She had been, and there is really no better way to put this, absolutely fucking livid. You hadn’t understood why until you noticed Wednesday, sitting playing her cello while everyone else ran screaming.

So now, right after Larissa had spent a good 15 minutes yelling at the girl before she left, you decided voicing your opinion on the shittiness of the destroyed statue was not a good idea.

“This is an absolute disaster.” She murmurs.

“It’ll be okay. The statue-“

“This isn’t about the bloody statue!” She yells, whipping around to face you. “It’s about what this does to our reputation! All the work I’ve put in to make things better with the townspeople, with the normies, all of it destroyed because of one selfish brooding teenager!”

You flinch at her yelling, shrinking back into the couch a bit. She notices, freezing and shrinking a little into herself. She opens her mouth to speak before clearing her throat.

“I-I’m sorry. I…” she starts, turning back to face the fireplace. “Maybe it would be best if you went home for the night. You shouldn’t have to- you shouldn’t have to deal with me like this.”

You stand up at that, quickly walking over to her and gently coaxing her to turn around with your hands on her hips. When she finally faces you, she looks so ashamed. There are tears gathering in her gorgeous blue eyes and your heart cracks a little.

“You’re allowed to be upset honey.” You start, making sure to look her in the eye. “I will admit, the yelling scared me a little- but! But it’s okay because you’ve had a fucking awful afternoon. And I know how hard you’ve worked on getting the townspeople to be less stupid and bigoted towards you. You put in so much hard work and you are making a difference. And today was probably a setback, yes, but that doesn’t mean all your hard work goes away okay? You’re so incredible, Larissa. I can’t- I don’t know how to explain how inspiring you are with your passion and care for your students and this school.”

You notice her chin wobbling a bit as she swallows and wipes at her eyes to try stop the tears from falling. She’s terribly unsuccessful at it but you don’t mention that, reaching up to wipe her cheeks for her.

“So today was fucked. And that sucks. And if you want to cry or yell or scream, I’ll be here the whole time. But remember that you are amazing and a fucking genius. So tomorrow we can worry about the angry people and the mayor, and all that stuff. But tonight, I want you to feel all the awful feelings you’re having and then you’re going to come with me to bed and cuddle my brilliant ass all night long. Okay?”

She laughs, a watery sad sound that squeezes your heart. You lead her to the couch, sitting down and pulling her into your lap. She buries her head in your neck, her tears soaking into your skin. You hold her for a long while, letting her cry and curl into you. Every now and again she hiccups something between her sobs. You just sit with her, running your hand through her hair and pressing kisses to the crown of her head between reassurances.

Eventually, she runs out of tears, taking a shuddering breath as she sits up breathing deeply. She looks awfully small at this moment, her eyes red-rimmed and her face wet from her tears. You cup her cheek with your hand, pressing a kiss to her nose. She scrunches her nose cutely at the sensation and you resist the urge to coo at her.

“Shall we go to bed, my pretty lady?” You ask softly.

She nods, standing from your lap and helping you up. You walk her to her room, helping her take down her hair and wipe off her makeup. You do make corny jokes every now and again earning cute smiles and soft laughter from the blonde. When you’re both settled in her bed, you on your back with her laying on top of you (you don’t mention how the weight of her on you feels so comforting you want to cry about it.) she speaks.

“Thank you for- for everything, darling.” She whispers, nuzzling into your chest.

“It really was my pleasure hon. I would do it again in a heartbeat.” You whisper back, wrapping your arm around her waist. The two of you fall asleep that way, Larissa’s head on your chest, your arms wrapped around her, thinking of how absolutely in love you are with this woman.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Still thinking on that Ask about eating friends-

I'm always surrounded by them,, It's hard not to think about what they'd taste like.

My group all RPs specific characters, and it doesn't help that my character is big and hungry, truly a pred even if I wasn't playing him. Our characters are friends, eh mostly,, and mine has made it very clear from the moment they met that he wants to eat them.

He's yet to actually get to eat anyone though... It's kinda frustrating him. Most of the time he's used as like uhh,, a threat? Their characters like to sicc him on others, which he happily obliges, but they always rescind their orders.

And they often like to tease him. Mostly knowingly, but sometimes I'm unsure if they realize. Asking "Oh what do I taste like? Can you describe it?" "Who would you eat if you could eat anyone? Tell me what they taste like? What food could I pair well with them if I were to prepare them for you?" <- things they have actually said. They also like to lie against his stomach, despite him telling them how much of a bad idea it is. When he told one it was dangerous, they replied something like "Oh but if you end up eating me, won't that just be so good for you? You'll get to be full for a little while~"

Another actively tries to make him hungry and go eat someone.

Anyways point is,

Friends are tasty

And it's hard to not want to eat them when they do things like this. //in character. I do not want to eat my real friends. =.= but my character? He wants to eat his friends very much.

Also yeh, a lot of my post inspiration comes from events in the RP and my character. He's not an OC tho, more like my take on him. So I won't be talking about him directly much. Even tho he's 10/10 pred.

[pete-spankoffski]

[ discord dms between @/the-real-rue and @/its-not-a-micropenis ]

@/the-real-rue: helo

@/the-real-rue: i coem wif gitfs

@/the-real-rue: becus u sicc

@/the-real-rue: btu u is nto hom

@/the-real-rue: wer u at?

@rue-in-hatchetfield

( ooc - crying with laughter cause rue never has a fuckin clue whats happening and its so funny to me lmao also take ur time replying if u need absolutely no pressure <33 )

@its-not-a-micropenis: well

@its-not-a-micropenis: I mightttt be in the hospital BUT before you say anything

( ooc - silly goober .. )

[sicc-nasti]

YOU KNOOOW Brodie (RED Courier) got that New York style pizza bruppy. And she’s so polite and sprays hot pizza grease right into his face!!!

And (RED) Priest has a bajillion communion wafer bruppies that crave blood (but ultimately are unable to do any damage for their weak biting force) they do swarm tho be careful (ART BY YOU BEEP TEEHEE)

TF2 OCS!

what is your oc's Bread? And consequently, their bruppy?

[xamaxenta]

Marco and sabo newly in a relationship in a drs appt together so Marco can get down his history. Cuz if sabo is gonna spend a decent amount of time hanging around his bfs then they’ll need the medical info if smth goes wrong (and knowing the kinky shit sabo has been warming Marco and ace up to smth can definitively go wrong). Also koala gave Marco a tip that the rev doctors haven’t managed to get sabo in for a physical in years and Marco will not stand for that.

Anyway sabo is only here bcos he wants to rail Marco in the med room, maybe do some Dr roleplay and is making that very clear but Marco is in work mode and totally ignoring it. Basically the whole mess goes like Marco asking “are you on any consistent medication” and getting replies like “does sucking off a phoenix on the reg count as medication?” And Marco just gets so calmly irritated eventually his responses are like “no it doesn’t. But with your mental state let’s try and figure out if something works for you. Gods willing maybe it’ll make you occasionally decent for normal human company.”

Just a horrible conversation that gets nowhere for either of them because Marco is taking his lovers health seriously and gets so mad he siccs Tate on sabo. Tate with years of experience as a nurse for shithead pirates and my person headcannon she’s a lesbian wrangles sabo much better then Marco while said angry phoenix storms off to fuck ace through his frustration

Tate would loooooove Sabo she sees and smells crazy bitch like nobodys business and Sabo definitely fits that

They probably have the hottest gossip tgt

Sabo has a begrudging respect for her because if anyones haki has big dick energy its Tate — cant remember who had the original headcanon that all of the Moby’s nurses know armament haki to subdue all the rowdy pirates and if Tate is head nurse then her haki must rival a commanders at least

I like to think Marco trained her specifically and personally bc i love their relationship, the mutual respect no nonsense attitude theyd have together she totally broke his jaw the first time she properly applied haki

Marco riled up goes off to smash Ace 🥰 thats so super cute hehe

Sabo has to join later 💀 whenever tate is done running him thru all the physicals

[the-great-unown]

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Hi, I'm Frankie (or Fran if you prefer) | 28 | they/them. 18 years of Pokemon training experience, past league challenger (Hoenn, Sinnoh, Kalos), hopefully future Pokemon Professor with a Cultural Studies/History bend.

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Mun is Laurel, they/it, also 28.

Canon, such as it were, is a mixture of games, anime, and vibes.

Honestly just here for the ~atmosphere~; firmly low-stakes, no big planned plot, Fran's really just about existing as a pokemon trainer.

I enjoy translating both IRL nonsense and past Pokemon video game playthroughs into rotomblr posts.

the thesis is very real and I really am procrastinating on it :')

Interaction Rules: I prefer it if asks read like they're literally just from other people-in-the-Pokemon-universe using pokemon-tumblr. DM for OOC, unless you've got something really fucking entertaining.

So, no outright magic anons, but if you can make it make sense in-universe, I'm not averse to shenanigans. Give my rotom phone a porygon-transmitted virus or something, sicc a wild ghost 'mon on me, idk.

I'm down for the occasional rude in-character ask!

If something doesn't fit the vibes I'm aiming for, it'll just be politely ignored, so feel free to go a bit wild and I'll sort things out on my end.

Blog will have cursing and might have mild double entendre occasionally because Blog Owner is a dork with a very simple sense of humor.

Posts will likely be pretty slow and I might be inactive for longer periods of time.

also, I am supremely awkward and bad at timely replies. Doing my best, though!!

[skeletalheartattack]

*rude and mean person voice* Yeah Budd is a good name for that dog... if you replace the "d"s with "t"s

oh motherfucker-unlimited huh? itd be a better name if you replaced the "oth" with "ast", and "uck" with "art"

should've skipped town on the anon train buddy boy

[duckymcdoorknob]

heya! i hope you're having a decent week! this is just an emergency request so feel free to ignore

i'm a trans man stuck at home with my family for christmas who are mildly transphobic (they'll call me henry but they refuse to refer to me using my correct pronouns and they subtly mock my requests to not be called their daughter). to make matters worse, i'm autistic and often spend a lot of time hiding in my room when things get overwhelming (it happens a lot with my parents) and the holidays don't really give me an escape away from people.

please may you do a little something where sugawara comforts the reader after a long weekend of being misgendered and having their boundaries overstepped? thank you!!

Henry i think you’re the best lad ever.

You always brighten my day and I’m blessed to have you following me.

Feel free to light up my DMs and I will happily box your parents for you okay?

I defaulted to platonic bc that’s what I usually do when it’s not specified.

I’m sorry abt how short this is but head be empty

CW UNDER THE CUT: reader’s been misgendered by their family, reader also cries.

𝐾𝑜𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑎

The holiday break was absolutely awful for you

After having to deal with your family, you wanted nothing more than to never come home.

When Suga met up with you after school, as he always does, he noticed how your mood was…off

“Hi (Y/N)! How was your winter break?” He asked you with sparkly eyes.

“Oh… it was, great.” You replied quickly, showing him a fake smile.

He ushered the two of you to sit down on the bench by the gym. You both have basically claimed this bench as your “spot”.

“Good to hear! What did you get for Christmas?” Suga inquired, swinging his legs childishly.

As you finally smiled for real, explaining what you received from your family, it was quick to fade.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?” He turns his knees to face you and holds both of your hands.

“Sorry, just a bad thought.”

“That’s okay, bad thoughts are normal.”

“Yeah” you replied with a forced grin once again.

“(Y/N), will you please tell me what’s really going on? You’ve fake smiled twice, and when you really did smile it dropped in an instant.”

As he exposed your true actions, your face fell into a frown.

“(Y/N)…?”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, removing your hands and averting your gaze from his eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey. You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asked gently, “(Y/N) look at me please.”

When you turned back, you were sniffling as tears welled up in your eyes.

“Okay that’s it. Who’s making you cry like this? I will sicc Hinata, Noya and Tanaka on them in an instant. I promise I won’t hesit-“

“I’d prefer if you didn’t sicc the feral children on my parents.”

Suga’s mouth parted in realization. “I see. Our parents can be the worst. It sucks when the ones who are supposed to comfort us are the cause of our pain.” He said in a hushed tone.

“They just… suck.” You whimpered out.

“I know, dear.” Koushi replied as he pulls you into a hug.

“They were misgendering me, Kou… that’s what happened over Christmas break. They used the wrong pronouns on purpose and it hurts that they don’t respect me.”

“Oh my… I’m sorry.” He said hugging you tighter, “If it’s any consolation, I think that you’re just as much a (preferred gender :D) as anyone else here. Just because you may not “look like” one, doesn’t mean you aren’t one.” Suga rubbed circles along your back in a loving manner.

“I think you’re fantastic, (Y/N)! You’re one of my best friends and I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“If you ever need an escape, just call me and I’ll come rescue you.”

“Thank you, Koushi.” You whispered.

“Anytime, (Y/N).”

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[snzysimper]

I’ve had this idea in my head for a while. I hope someone can enjoy it.

| I am allowed to write what I want and I would appreciate if you keep whatever rude comments you have to yourself |

-W/illiam A/ftonxV/anny-

Desc:

It appears William as caught a head cold. His loyal partner Vanny does all she can to help.

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It is another late night at Freddy’s . Vanny walks down the hall to check on her boss. She opens the door to his office to see him, half asleep, zoned out staring at a stack of papers piled in front of him. “Mr. Afton? What are you doing?”, she asks. Startled by her voice, he jerks his head up and quickly turns around to see who it is. “Who’s there-oh. Hey Vans. Heh, y-you scared me.” He is hoarse and sounds congested. He gives her a weak smile.

Vanny gets a good look at his face. His nose is red, he has dark circles under his eyes, he looks even more pale than usual , and his eyes are glossy. “I was just wondering what time we were planning on leaving. It’s nearly midnight.” He sniffles and wipes his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. “ Is it truly that late already?” He glances at his watch, sinks down in his chair and closes his eyes. “I’ll be out in a few minutes,” he replies. “We are going home soon, I promis-EIh-NXXT! 'TCHOO! hahhhhh,HAT’NXXT!” He once again wipes his nose on his sleeve.

“Bless you”, Vanny says as she walks over to his desk. She takes her finger and moves his hair out of his face so she can look at him. “Whud are you doigg?”,his nasally voice asks.“Are you alright? You don’t sound very well, and you haven’t been yourself today. Is something wrong?” He sighs, burying his face in his hand. “I’mb immortal. I can’t get- IT’NXXT! Ugh, sicc.”

“So you are sick!”, Vanny says excitedly. “I knew it!” William’s face contorts in agony. “Dambit. Why did I say thah?”, he mutters to himself. “Come on, let’s go home. I can make you some soup or something-”

“Nope.”, he says flatly. “Nope, nope, nope. Sorry, kiddo. Not gonna happen.” He shakes his head. “Oh? And why not?”, she asks, folding her arms. “I simply refuse to let it happen.”, he replies.

“Well, that’s too bad, ‘cause it’s gonna happen whether you like it or not.”

“Oh no it’s not.”

“Yes. It is.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, kid.”, he chuckles. He coughs into his arm and sniffles.

“ I’m not a kid! I’m a 23 year old woman.”

“And I’m a cranky 70 or 80-something year old man!”, he looks at her. “Besides, I don’t need you to anyway. I am capable of taking care of-HEIK’CHOO! eIT’SHOO! Ugh, m-mbyself.”

“Well, I still want to help you. You are my boss. You have done so much for me. You found me and took me in. All you’ve made me do in return is set you free, which I did. I feel like I should give back to you in some way.”

He gets up from his chair and walks over to the door. “Stop arguigg with mbe . I already have a headache.” The two walk out of the office, lock the door, and go to exit the building. “Please, Mr. Afton? I just want to give back to you.”, she insists. William sighs. “Finde. Do whatever you want. I don care any mbore.”

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The two open the door to the house. William flops on the couch and turns on the TV. Vanny goes to the bathroom to find the thermometer. She returns with it and sticks it in his face. He obediently opens his mouth. 100.2. Not the worst thing in the world, but not great. “Mr. Afton, do you have any medicine?”, Vanny asks, rummaging through the cabinets. “If I do, it’s probably either for children and/or expired.”, he says.

No medicine. Wonderful. She did, however, manage to find a few tissue boxes. William has his face shoved into a pillow. There is a good bit of muffled coughing coming from his side of the room. Vanny, feeling bad she can’t give him anything for it, sits down next to him. She begins rubbing his back to try and ease the coughing. Eventually, it stops. “ Why don’t we stay home tomorrow? I can get you some medicine in the morning.”

“Tomorrow’s Sunday, so we don’t open until 2:30 anyway.”, he says. “Oh, right.”, she remembers. “Besides, there is just one-hehhhh…Hih’NXXT! hu’NNXT! ‘NXXT!- snf o-one party. I’m pretty sure they rented the whole place for the entire day, so that means our job is relatively easy. No taking stuff down in between- T’CHOO!- parties….”, he sighs. Vanny smiles at him. “Well, then, you can lay on the couch in your office and rest.” She pulls out a few tissues and gives them to him. He sneezes a few more times into the tissues. “Good night, Mr. Afton.”

“Good night, my sweet girl.”

[lumitrs-a]

I  have  done  around  9ish  things  I  think  that  is  pretty  sicc  given  my  horrible  track  record  of  replying  to  threads  but  git  gud  i  plan  to  respond  to  em  all  because  I  am  a  menace.