#That ain't happening with my needs sadly.

[the-morningstar-family]

you know Alastor, you could always ask your mom if she knows what happened to make you so frightened at the prospect of seeing a counselor. And before you protest, yes, you are frightened, and that's okay! If she knows why you don't want to let the kids go, it could give you some closure because it's clearly still bothering you, and you definitely don't need that stress on top of everything else

Alastor crosses his arms, his ears lowering slightly. Lucifer knows that look, it's gonna be a fight to get it out of him.

Alastor: “It's not that bad. And mama had enough worries with me as a child, I'm not about to bring those back”

Lucifer: “Al, I think she wouldn't mind”

Alastor: “That is not the point. She should be in heaven, not worrying at all, let alone fixing my problems.”

Lucifer: “It's not about fixing them, but maybe she knows -”

Alastor, growling: “It's one of a million things that happened when I was younger, I don't need to put that back in her mind-”

Lucifer: “But it's probably the only way to figure out what happened. Just ask her”

Alastor: “I'm not asking Mama -”

Theodora: “Ain't askin' me what?”

They both stiffen, but Alastor especially. He looks almost panicked. And then he puts on his showman smile.

Alastor: “Nothing important! Say-”

Theodora: “Darling, hold on a minute”

She frowns. And Alastor's smile stiffens more.

Theodora: “I know dat grin of yers. Dat ain’t it, chérie. Y’been flashin’ dat smile since I got here, but dis one? The fakest I've ever seen!”

He forces his smile to relax a bit, but it simply turns into a grimace. The soft ears lower even more.

Theodora: “Why don' ya stop?”

The question is a soft inquiry, not an accusation. Alastor swallows thickly. It's so hard to stop. His mother makes him sit, then gently cradles his head, no matter how stiff her son still is.

Theodora: “When I said I love dat sweet smile o’ yours, I didn't meant to slap it on ya every minute”

She says it slightly jokingly, but there is worry there. That she might have it as well stitched it onto there. Alastor relaxes a bit too much.

Alastor, mumbling: “I'm sorry”

Theodora: “Oh dearie, no worries now. Take it easy, one thing at a time, what's got ya all worked up?”

Alastor: “This isn't something you should have to worry over”

Theodora, chuckling: “Allie”

Her hands glide through his hair, even more practiced than Lucifer's soothing.

Theodora: “I’m gonna always worry 'bout you. Just like you gonna fret 'bout your kids too.”

Alastor: “You had a lot to worry about already”

Theodora: “An' you ain't? I ain't even been 'round a day, an' look at all dat you got on your plate. We just work together, like family do.”

The radio demon is deep in thought. Mama had always known how to get him to talk.

Alastor: “It is just something Lucifer has noticed”

He finally admits. And Lucifer is impressed by how the angel managed to open him up.

Lucifer: “Sometimes he just… he freezes up. That one time he accidentally brushed the plug, and there's been a tiny bit of electricity. And he didn't even remember freezing up for like 40 seconds”

Alastor: “I'm still sure you are exaggerating to make a point”

But Theodora is quiet, just brushing through the soft hair.

Alastor: “... Mama?”

Theodora, sadly: “I got no trouble believin' dat.”

It makes his mouth go dry and his hands sweaty.

Theodora: “You got in the habit of pullin' yo' hair. Ain't no surprise with that man 'round.”

She says it with a bit of bitterness, not unlike Alastor's own when speaking about him. He doesn't realise how tight his grip on the chair becomes.

Theodora: “Dem doctors swore high and low dat fancy new electric thing gonna make ya all better”

He closes his eyes tight, trying not to remember. Breathing is so hard- But there are blurry pictures in his mind, stingy rooms with strange smells. He can't breathe.

Theodora: “Maybe it coulda done somethin' if it really was de new tools”

That chair- he's not in it, he's not- He jumps up, heart pounding so loud he can hardly hear his thoughts.

Alastor, croaky: “Stop- stop,- I - I-”

She holds him. But the man can't find any calm in it. His mother's teary eyes-

Theodora: “I’m real sorry, my darling. It's what I regret the most..”

It was her that brought him there. He staggers back, away from her. Panic overriding any sensible thoughts. It hadn't been Cassius, it had been -

He doesn't want to-

No-

The angel let's him go without a fight, no matter how much her heart is breaking. They'd hardly gotten each other back, and already it feels like their bond is so close to breaking. Alastor continues to walk, eyes wild. He wants to breathe but can't.

Lucifer: “Al, deep breaths -”

The king tries to be calm. But there's a hint of worry that makes Alastor worse. He withdraws more, and Lucifer can see the shadowy tendrils slowly engulf his feet.

Lucifer: “Al- wait, you're not supposed to -”

But it swallows the demon, the want to get to safety overwriting everything.

It leaves Theodora and Lucifer alone.

[kenhowler2004]

If I get a dog of my own I am bouncing between Yggdrasil, Fygg, and very specific name for a Male Corgi being Ein Bebop.

The names of dogs have a weird variety in my family.

[fiepige]

why work on your fic when you can just make shitty art of one of the scenes in paint instead?

look I told you it was shitty okay? lol at least it's out of my system now so I can go back to actually writing this stuff- hopefully it'll turn out better when written down than when drawn...

[cloakedsparrow]

Clark calls the Batcave.

Jason: Hello?

Clark: Robin? It's Superman.

Jason: Yeah, you were ID'd before I even answered. What's up?

Clark: Uh, I stopped at a store after flying back into town and bumped into someone from work. We walked out together, so I had to pretend my car was stolen, but it's still at my apartment building. I wanted to know if Batman had any ideas for a cover.

Jason: Oh, no worries. I got you.

Clark: What do you mean?

Jason: I'll take care of it.

Clark: Oh...kay. Thank you, Robin.

Jason: No sweat!

Later, Clark discovers his car truly is missing. It's found with the tires, stereo, and catalytic converter removed, the wiring stripped, and the hood ornament knocked off. The police tell him that, sadly, this sort of thing has been happening more and more, even in their fine city.

Clark calls again.

Jason: Hey! Did everything work out with your car story?

Clark: Yes, thank you, Jason.

Jason: Great! Swing by later and I'll give you your cut.

Clark: You mean the missing parts of my car?

Jason: What? No. That shit's serial numbered. The cops would think you were pulling an insurance scam or somethin' if you put it back and anyone noticed. I sold the parts to a chop shop here.

Clark: You sold-?

Jason: Don't worry, my guy ain't a snitch. Your secret's safe!

Clark: ...Thanks.

Jason: No problem. I had to tell him you needed the car disappeared 'cause you were cheating on your old lady so he wouldn't think it was tied to something too bad, though.

Clark: I'll keep that in mind.

Jason: Oh, hey, B's here. You wanna talk to him?

Clark: Yes, please.

Jason: Cool. Talk to you later!

Clark: Bye, Jason.

Bruce: Clark.

Clark: I take it you know what happened?

Bruce: Yes. You learned a valuable lesson, didn't you?

Clark: Next time, I will definitely ask how he intends to take care of it.

Bruce: Good. I don't want my son arrested because he was doing you a favor.

Clark: I had no idea he was going to strip my car and sell the parts to a chop shop!

Bruce: You know how I found him. You knew the risks.

Clark: ...

Bruce: And you're letting him keep your cut.

Clark: Of course.

[ectoentity]

Ectoplasm Gives You Wings 0.?

Hey here's a scene that happened long before Danny showed up have fun

Here is the subscription post

Need to know concept:

When you're in a world where wings are associated with ghosts, you're gonna assume that coming back from the dead with wings means you have some unfinished business. Harley Quinn POV.

Ever since Joker died, Harley expected his killer would come after her. She hadn't been with him for a couple years, but that hardly made up for the shit she'd done while they were together. Really the only surprise was that they hadn’t killed her first as a warning to him.

So when she walked into her apartment kitchen to see a guy with huge wings wearing a red helmet, Harley wasn’t terribly surprised. Not about the break-in or the gun pointed at her, at least.

"How'd'ya manage to fit those things in here?" she asked. The guy didn't answer. The wings flexed like he wanted to open them, but there wasn't any room.

"Harley," the Red Hood said, sounding very intimidating with some kind of voice modulation. "You know why I’m here."

"I can make a guess, big guy," Harley said sadly. "Nothing I can do to change your mind?"

"You let it happen. You helped him. Why should you escape justice?"

"I did my time for most of it. And I spent the last couple a years trying to put him in the ground. That doesn't fit into your equation somehow?" She tried edging slowly to a shelf where she had a gun of her own. Red Hood noticed. He stepped forward and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt.

"Did any of that bring back the innocent people you killed? The children you tortured?"

"Woah, woah, woah, time out. I never did anything like that to kids." Harley held her hands up in a T shape above Red Hood's fist. "I did some awful stuff I ain't proud of, but I never tortured kids."

"You didn't seem to care that he did."

Harley sighed and lowered her hands onto Red Hood's arm and tried to look into the eyes of his weird helmet. "What do you expect to happen here? You want me to beg until you feel satisfied? Sorry, buddy. Not really my style! I don't like a lotta what I did back then, but I can't fix it. I'm trying better now. If that's not good enough for ya, that's too bad."

The Red Hood didn't move for a moment. It was kind of creepy, if Harley was honest. He didn't say anything, he didn't twitch. Was the guy even breathing? It was always hard to talk to someone in a full face mask. There was no way to tell whether they were even listening. Contrary to popular belief, Harley didn't talk just to hear her own voice! Not often, at least.

The hand let go of her shirt. Harley pulled back to regain her balance, but she didn't relax just yet. There was still a big murderous birdman with a gun in her apartment. Even if he wasn't about to shoot her just now, he was still dangerous.

"Fucking hell," the guy said. He seemed to stagger backwards until one of his wings clipped the half-wall separating the kitchen from the living room. Then he leaned against the pillar heavily.

"Shit. You're right. This is pointless. Why am I here?"

Harley took her chance to grab her gun just in case, but Red Hood didn't seem to notice. She stared at him with suspicious, narrowed eyes. "Do you mean here in my apartment, or are you really having an existential crisis right now?"

"I'm not having a- Fuck. I guess I am." He held his head in his hands. "I'm sorry, Harls."

Well, that was an unusual nickname. It wasn't something she heard much outside of kids from the Bowery or Narrows. Most other kids in Gotham got swept up by their parents before they could talk to her.

"You lose somebody?" she asked softly, gun tucked in her pocket. "Sibling? A kid?"

Red Hood choked out a bitter laugh. "Myself." When Harley's eyebrows did a wild semaphore of emotion, the asshole deigned to explain. "He killed me. I... I came back. Figured, y'know, I must've been brought back for a reason, right?" He sunk down further against the pillar, the white tips of his mostly-black wings spreading across the floor like the fabric of a cape.

Damn, Harley thought. That made a fucked up amount of sense. "I can't really blame you for thinking that," she admitted. "The feathers a new fashion choice then?"

"You could say that. Shit." Red Hood reached up to the bottom of his helmet and depressed some trigger there. Harley heard a hiss of pressurization before it popped off the guy's head. The first thing she saw was black hair. That wasn't surprising. The surprising thing was when he leaned his head back against the pillar, revealing a young face and a shock of white hair in his bangs. Then he opened his eyes, and they were as blue as the sky.

"Hey kid? What did you say your name was?"

He took a devastatingly long time to respond.

"They called me Robin, once."

[howi99]

Circus Light chapter 5

Jaune: *sigh* I know it's probably a cultural difference, but why are there so many people smoki- *Cough, trying to swat away the foul smoke* -this is worse than Vacuo, and drugs were legalised there!

Peter: *shrug* It's a dog eat dog world. *Hit Jaune, his aura protecting him from the blow* You got that fancy armor to heal and protect you, they got opium to cope with the pain.

Jaune: *put his scarf in front of his mouth and nose* I doubt getting high is helping anyone. *Sigh* If it was physical pain, i could help at least-

Peter: *rolling his eyes* Can you stop with your savior complex for one second?

Jaune: Sorry...

Peter: Tsk, you're even more of a pushover then Doll, and she's a 15 year old girl for god's sake!

Jaune: *frown* Isn't she 16?

Peter: *shrug* Does it really matter? *Shaking his head with a sigh* Anyway, how did you find the black market so fast? I thought you were a complete goodie two-shoes.

Jaune: *perplexed* Where did you think i sold my armor, a pawn shop?

Peter: *surprised* You're telling me you found it in a night!? How?!

Jaune: *point at his face* I literally look like the perfect victim for a mugging. I just had to twist the guy's arm a bit to get some information.... That and seeing a man shrug off a bullet to the head really makes them more talkative. *Sigh* Anyway, i'll go get my papers. *Look at Peter, worried* I know you are an adult, but are you sure you want to get supplies by yourself? There's been an awful lot of kidnapping and-

Peter: *annoyed* I can keep care of myself, Shine. I don't need a weakling like you to be my "savior".

Jaune: I know, but-

Peter: *bringing up a knife* I can defend myself, i know how to fight.

Jaune: ... *Sigh* Fine, sorry... *Leave Peter alone*

Peter: ... Tsk, that guy should stop putting his nose where it doesn't belong. *Chuckle* The brat would be sad if he were to die.

_ _ _

Doll: *looking at Jaune's papers* They ain't bad, but really? Jean?

Jaune: *shrug* It made sense to have a "french" sounding name, since i do have a slight accent. And what were the odds of having a bunch of them living under the British Crown?

Doll: So now your name is Jean, you come from the dominion of Canada and... *Perplexed* You studied medicine? Why did you put that?

Jaune: Hey, if i want to heal people, it's better if they think i'm an actual practitioner... Though i did put that i didn't finish my studies. *Smirk* i'm only 17 after all.

Doll: Huh, i guess that make sense.

Jaune: *smiling* Oh, i also found some information about the kidnappings!

Doll: *trying her best to keep her face straight* Is that so?

Jaune: *nod, picking up his notes* The disappearance mostly happens during the night and most of the time, the children are from different part of the city.

Doll: *nervous* Meaning?

Jaune: Well, either they are perpetrated by different individuals that aren't connected, which would be surprising, or a group of persons all working together.

Doll: *sweating bullets* It's probably just a coincidence, right?

Jaune: *still not looking at her* I would have agreed if 12 kids didn't disappear the same night. *Sigh, shaking his head* Sadly, it doesn't tell me where they are sent or why they were kidnapped... It's horrible to say, but i almost hope they were just killed.

Doll: ... Why..?

Jaune: *placing the notes on the table, looking sadly outside* Because, without any demands or ransom, it would be either that or... *Sigh* well, i think you get the point...

Doll: ... *Feeling sick from the guilt* I-i-

Jaune: *look at Doll, worried* Freckles?

Doll: *tries to go outside, but only manage to step one foot out before vomiting*

Jaune: *panicking* F-Freckles!? *Get next to her, placing his hand on her back* Are you ok?!

Doll: *trying to move away* S-sorry, i- *tear up* I need to go! *Start running away*

Jaune: Freckles, wait i'm- *sees her disappear in the mass of people* Damn it! *Sigh* At least she knows the way to the infirmary... *Shaking his head, talking to himself* Of course she doesn't want to hear about that! *Hit the ground with his fist* She was an orphan! She's probably worried sick for them, idiot!

_ _ _

Doll: *crying* I can't do this anymore! Please, Joker!

Joker: ... *Sigh* Dagger, we'll take the east road. I'll tell Father that the authorities are onto us and that we need to lay low for a time.

Dagger: How long?

Joker: ... I'll try asking for a year, but we might only have a couple of months in front of us. *Looking at Doll* And in the event that we are to continue afterwards, i won't ask you to participate.

Doll: *sniffle* Thank you... *Leave the tent*

Joker: *sigh* I never should have asked her to come in the first place.

Peter: *annoyed* She's the one who wanted to help, not your fault if she's weak-willed.

Jumbo: She's just a kid-

Peter: And so were we. *Crossing his arms behind his head* We are killers, not a bunch of sentimental idiots.

Beast: *rolling her eyes* Of course you'd think that.

Peter: *looking at her* Am i wrong? Because i know well enough that we could have said no at any time.

Wendy: But the orphan-

Peter: *annoyed* Could be dead for all we know! Heck, i don't even remember the last time we visited the place. 3 years? 5?

Jumbo: 6...

Peter: *rubbing his eyes* 6 years, and we haven't received a single news from them since. We took those kids from their homes without even knowing if the one we are trying to protect are fine. *Scratching his head* Do we even know what Father wants them for?

Joker: *shaking his head* I have no idea. He didn't tell me, but i guess i'll know once I talk to him...

[lovelywritinglady]

Secrets Suck, Man

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

With Dean being heavily against the idea of dating while on the job, Sam and you figure out secret ways to be together without Dean knowing. Except, here’s the thing, he already knows.

Angst, fluff, cute stuff with Sam. Takes place during Season 12.

Third Person Pov

"Sam, how many times do I need to tell ya that it's a bad idea. Hunters don't get a normal life and if they did, they ain't hunters no more." Dean lectured Sam who sat in the passenger seat of their 1967 Chevrolet Impala.

"Dean, all I'm saying is maybe it's not a bad idea to be with a hunter. At least you both understand the life and the risks." Sam pleated with Dean trying to get him to see his point of view on the situation.

"Dude, you really want to watch the person you love die because you were busy saving someone else?" Dean asks seriously.

"No, I wouldn't want that even if I wasn't a hunter, Dean. But at some point, I think it's okay as long as both parties understand the risk." Sam spoke with coming off harsher than before.

"Drop it, you know my thoughts on it Sam. It's not a good idea." Dean jabbed back as he turned up the radio to some 80's rock song.

"Fine." Sam sighed in defeat knowing that his plan to try to tell Dean that he already had a girlfriend and that person happened to be you.

Two hours later...

Sam and Dean made their way into the bunker where you were. Sam saw you and gave you a quick, but loving smile. While you waited on them to return, you read the same lore books hoping to find something new in them only to be disappointed again. You smiled back at him making sure that Dean didn't notice you looking at Sam. Speaking of Dean he said a quick hello and sat down on the chair in front of you kicking his muddy boots up on the table.

"Hey, I'm glad your back and everything Dean, but take your shoes off the table please." You asked him rolling your eyes.

"Whatever, did you find anything in the lore about Nephilim" He questioned doing what you asked.

"Same as before, I still only know what I've read for the millionth time and Cas's knowledge." you sighed rubbing your hand around your sore neck. This caught Sam's attention and he made a mental note to himself to help you out later.

"Don't worry we'll figure it out, we've just got to keep looking." Sam reassured putting his hand on your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah, don't worry about it Y/n, we've delt with worse and won." Dean butted in.

"Yeah, I think the apocalypse and the darkness are a lot worse than this by far. I'd still rather deal with a nest of vamps than this though." You half joked.

"You and me both." Dean sighed getting up out of his seat and walking towards the hallway. "I'm gonna take a much-needed shower see you guys at dinner." Dean spoke walking away to the showers.

As soon as he was gone you rushed towards Sam and gave him a hug. Breathing him in and feeling his body against yours invited instant comfort and happiness to your stressed-out body and mind. And to Sam, he found the same comfort as his arms immediately wrapped around you as he placed his left check on the top of your head. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes allowing himself to be in the moment with you and forget all of the shit that is piled on them once again. He loved you and even having a little time alone was worth the world to him. After some time of just being there with him, your curiosity became too much and the elephant in the room needed to be addressed.

"Baby, what did Dean say?" You asked him raising your head while still holding Sam in your arms. He looked at you with a sad but loving gaze as you waited on his response.

"Same thing as before, he's against it." Sam sighed sadly. "But I don't care he can just deal with it. Secrets suck and I'm tired of keeping our feelings for one another away from Dean. I mean even Cass knows." Sam spoke trying to convince you.

"Yeah, I get that, I just really don't want an angry Dean top of the shit pile that we already have. I really want to tell him, don't get me wrong, I'm just scared to see how he'll react. Hell, I'd rather face Amara again than tell Dean, but I think it's important that we do." You pleaded with him trying to get him to see your point of view.

"Baby, if Dean gets mad that's on him. We are both adults and I think it'll be okay. I know your nervous, but trust me Dean at his core is a really big softie." He reassured rubbing your arms up and down.

"I still feel weird about it, but I think I'm just scared of his reaction, mostly." You whispered putting your forehead on the center of his chest.

"We don't need to tell him right now, we can wait as long as you need." Sam

“Thank you Sammy, that means a lot.” You say smiling at his sweetness.

Just as you two were about to break your hugs out comes Dean wearing his grey robe with an annoyed expression on his face. You were nervous and could tell that had whenever was wrong was serious.

“Dammit, If you two are gonna be together be fucking careful because this life ain’t pretty for us. I’ll support it if you guys do that. I guess some of us should have something good in this shit show.” Dean quickly said before a leaking away. As he did he did a double take. “And you two need to get better at whispering because I could hear everything.” He said annoyed as he walked away.

You both stood there dumbfounded at what just happened. You looked at each other and laughed at the situation. Sam then leaned down and captured your lips into a soft and sweet kiss. He broke the kiss giving you another big smile as he chuckled.

“Well I guess the secrets out.” Sam joked

“Yeah, and by what he said I guess he’s known for awhile now.” You say letting out a deep breath hugging Sam closer relieved that you don’t need to hide out of fear.

“Yeah, I’m just glad that with all of the shit that’s been happening that I still have you by my side. And no matter what I’ll be there for you.” He reassured

“Aww Sammy me too, I love you. And Dean’s right we should be careful about all of this.” You told Sammy nearly sounding like Dean.

“You’re right about that. And Deans right about another thing too. That it’s good that we’ve found happiness in this shit show.” Sam smiled.

“Yeah, we really did. I love you Sammy Winchester.” You proclaimed

“I love you too Y/n L/n.” Sam responded hugging you tighter.

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[mcyt-parodies]

Alrighty! Back today with my next parody! This one has been cooking for awhile and I finally sat down and wrote it! So without further ado, I give you:

Thank You, Next (Griande’s Version)

Thought I’d end up with Joel

But he wasn’t a match

Wrote a song about Big B

Now we listen and laugh

Scar and I got almost married

For that I’m so thankful

Wish I could say “Thank you” to Mumbo

‘Cause he was an angel

One taught me love

One taught me patience

And one taught me pain

Now, I’m so amazing

Say I’ve loved and I’ve lost

But that’s not what I see

So, look what I got

Look what you taught me

And for that, I say

Thank you, next (Next)

Thank you, next (Next)

Thank you, next

I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (Next)

Thank you, next (Next)

Thank you, next (Next)

I'm so fuckin'—

Spend more time with the hermits

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Plus, I met someone else

We havin' better discussions

I know they say I move on too fast

But this one gon' last

'Cause her name is Gri

And I'm so good with that (So good with that)

She taught me love (Love)

She taught me patience (Patience)

How she handles pain (Pain)

That shit's amazing (Yeah, she's amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (Yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (Yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (Yeah, yeah, I've found)

Ain't no need for searching, and for that, I say

Thank you, next (Thank you, next)

Thank you, next (Thank you, next)

Thank you, next (Thank you)

I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (Thank you, next)

Thank you, next (Said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (Next)

I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

I'm so fuckin'—

One day I'll walk down the aisle

Holding hands with Xisuma

I'll be thanking Jimmy

'Cause sadly he’s awesome

Only wanna do it once, real bad

Gon' make that shit last

Void forbid something happens

Least this song is a smash (Song is a smash)

I've got so much love (Love)

Got so much patience (Patience)

And I've learned from the pain (Pain)

I turned out amazing (Turned out amazing)

Say I've loved and I've lost (Yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (Yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I say

Thank you, next (Thank you, next)

Thank you, next (Thank you, next)

Thank you, next

I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (Thank you, next)

Thank you, next (Said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (Next)

I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Yeah, yee

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Yeah, yee

[1800naveen]

Someone save me🙏🏾

The ballad of Tam Lin was ruined by Sarah J Maas and sadly, this beautiful love story had to pay the price of falling into the hands of an overrated author.

If you were to look up a video or Tik Tok explaining the ballad, there's a mf going "Acotar?" NO, YOU FUCKING DIP SHIT.

And the women who insult Tamlin's name like are you serious? GROWN WOMEN doing childish things like this. You're not in elementary anymore. You're not in middle school anymore.

You're an adult woman with bills and taxes to pay, a job to go to, a husband to deal with, and probably some bummy kids to drop off or put down for a nap.

But here you are. Sitting on your miserable ass, going online, and making jokes and comments about a FICTIONAL CHARACTER and calling them a menstrual product. And some have the audacity to call themselves a feminist. Are you saying there's something wrong with period cycles? Is that why you're insulting a character by calling them that?

I can't really talk though because I do the same towards the inner circle but I'm only a teen, my life hasn't even officially started. Y'all got more free will than I do and you're going to use it like this? You can do better.

Your opinion is not valid or important if you seriously call Tamlin that. I don't care if you like him or not, it's still a immature thing to call someone.

Put down the phone, go outside, and be one with nature. And perhaps when you're ready, you can come back with your big girl pants on. Hopefully, you're mature enough not to call someone "tampon" anymore but this is the Acotar fandom, maturity is a rare thing to be found in a group filled with halfwitted jackasses. Correction: GROWN halfwitted jackasses. (Coming from someone acts like a dumbass most of the time)

There's no need to do all of this. Just say you hate Tamlin and move on, simple as that. Go back to dick riding that racially ambiguous dictator (high lord that happens to leave the women and children of his two other regions to suffer at the hands of men) you call a "book boyfriend".

I'll be here ranting, criticizing, bitching, and complaining about this series and how sjm brings ruination to anything she touches.

(I don't wish to type in English so enjoy this Arabic rant)

أخذ الله أرواحكم ورزقني الله الصبر. سارة، ما خطبكِ يا سارة، ما خطبكِ أنتِ وإضافة العبودية إلى كل قصصكِ؟ والأيديولوجيات الصهيونية أيضًا مع مزيج من الجنيات الفاشية؟ عزيزتي، أنت ذاهبة في رحلة باتجاه واحد إلى الجحيم.

(Used translate on the Arabic part since I ain't fluent but just put it in Arabic to English, it means the same thing. Kinda. I recommend this link.)

When will she pay for her crimes?

[3thirtyonethirtyone1]

Stereotypes- SMAU

Jonathan Bailey x male!reader

SUMMARY: Idk what to write (sorry)

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‼️All the pics are not mine ( thank God for Pinterest)

❗ English is NOT my first language so be kind.

❗Every interaction is (sadly) purely fictional.

A/N: I know Jonathan doesn't fit a "gay stereotype" (if there's one). It's just for this work of FICTION. FAN FICTION

A/N: V= Vogue

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arianagrande ✓ posted a story

REPLIES:

y/n✓: girl the song's not even out. be so fr

arianagrande✓: it doesn't matter. I can feel it

y/n✓: whatever

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kendricklamar✓: maybe you can convince him to create more than features. I've been trying for 5 years

arianagrande✓: "I don't want to leave you all employed"- y/n

kendricklamar✓: is he lying though?

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jbayleaf✓: why his back looks so attractive?

arianagrande✓: wait until you see the front

jbayleaf✓: maybe you can help with that ;)

arianagrande✓: yeah, not happening

jbayleaf✓: why not? isn't he gay?

arianagrande✓: yeah, among being your no. 1 hater

jbayleaf✓: why would he hate me?

arianagrande✓: I don't know. he just does.

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y/n✓

♥by arianagrande, beyoncé and 1.204.876 others

caption: 1. me when I found out @arianagrande wanted to jam; 2. me and ari in the "the boy is mine" M/V

comments:

sza✓: since when do you write about a man you like?

→y/n✓: since I can't actually be with him

→sza✓: he straight boo?

→y/n✓: worse

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dojacat✓: men ain't shit anyway, let's party

→y/n✓: that's the spirit

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jbayleaf✓: such a great song!!

→y/n✓: thx

→user1: not y/n drytexting THE Jonathan Bailey

→user2: no fr. I'd make anything for him to acknowledge me

→y/n✓: he's just not my type

→arianagrande✓: but you're sure his

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vogue✓

♥ by kehlani, sza, jbayleaf and 10.097.543 others

caption: Famous songwriter and occasional rapper Y/N spoke on this number of Vogue about his life, upcoming projects and how it is to be in a industry in which men of his sexuality are looked down upon.

REPLIES:

user3: well hello there

user4: hi (louder than anyone)

user5: heyy(louder than everyone)

user6: heyyy(loudest)

user7: guys who's y/n

→user8: in case you didn't know, Y/N is a songwriter (mostly rap). He collaborated with Kendrick Lamar, SZA, Doja Cat, Megan Thee Stallion and more. He doesn't exactly write songs for them, but if you want to make a concept album, he's the guy you need to call.

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*Snippets from Y/N's Vogue interview*

V: What do you do in your free time?

Y/N: I like to read, shocking I know. I also started to watch true crime documentaries. They make me feel alive, I don't know why.

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V: If you could collaborate with any singer, dead or alive, who would it be and why?

Y/N: Brigitte Bardot, because she had her charm who...I don't know...made you know she was there even if she'd wear a paper bag on her head.

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V: What opinion do you have on Jonathan Bailey?

Y/N: On who?

V: Jonathan Bailey, the actor. He's been cast in Bridgerton, Fellow Travellers and recently in Wicked.

Y/N: Oh, that guy...Well, I feel like I must have a good opinion because we're both openly gay men in the entertainment industry, but I personally cannot relate to a man who says being gay put his career in danger when he got more exposure because of it. You cannot say you're being ostracized when every time you pop out on a screen, everyone wants you carnally. He's just like every stereotypical gay man in a Hallmark movie. Nobody's against him and lives at peace with everyone.

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The End

[exhelluvafan]

Funny(tragic) thing I wouldn't be suprised if lucifer x eve is end game and lucifer is true father of humanity and Lilith and adam are the one in wrong.

I mean don't matter if adam has raised humanity in place of lucifer outside of eden ,forcing an arranged marriage but he kept doing because it was his duty.

And Lilith doesn't have right to feel offended if she found out licfer has slept with woman who take her role of mother of humanity, while she needs to rule shithole than hell. Sorry, I'm not suprised if Lilith adam make a deal, darm they probabily want to punish the nepo child lucifer who cannot do wrong and he is cuddled by elders ( don't tell me lucifer only didn't have a slap on his wrist!). Ah, yeah lucifer would still innocent cinnamol despite the fact he let heaven killing his children

Given how Lucifer is already a Gary Stu by himself, yeah, I can, sadly, see this happening.

Since Lucifer in the show already planted the seeds to some very blatant foreshadowing during the battle between him and Adam, and given how Viv ain't slick in the slightest, this'll most likely be the end result.

I just hope that the leaks of Lucifer dying turn out to be true though, because that would be a MASSIVE plot twist and would actually establish stakes on the series, but alas, I won't be holding my breath for now.

[bunnypeew]

The king of hell sweetheart- Lucifer x Gn!reader

okay so today I'm pretty creative so I'm writing another short or perhaps long fic we'll see how things go but for now, enjoy the story~

warnings: creep being a creep lmao, a little bit of violence

It had been a while since Y/n and Lucifer became a thing, and it was no secret either, everyone at the hotel knew of the two lovebirds especially Charlie who was very happy her father finally found someone after the sad years he had spent alone.

So that was that they spent most of their days out on dates or doing god knows what, but today in particular Lucifer was busy with a meeting with the sins or something like that. so Y/n was spending their time doing errands for the hotel. In particular today they had to go outside to get some stuff that Charlie told them to so they did. They had to go far into the deeper parts of Pentagram City. Since they were quite new to hell, they were unfamiliar with those parts of the city. They were pretty scared of what would happen if they went alone because so far they always left the hotel accompanied by Lucifer, the king of hell himself, and they were pretty sure that at least some people in Pentagram City knew who they were and that scared them.

Nonetheless, they went anyway to get the errands done. It was quite a long way to walk since they didn't have a car, of course, they weren't one to complain or to refuse a nice walk, as nice as hell could get, so they did just that.

As they arrived at the place they had to go to and do their errands they were ready to leave until someone stopped them in a quite weird and violent way so to say

''hey doll, you looking to have some fun?~,,

this rather tall demon grabbed their wrist and spoke in a low and husky voice the sentence, he was definitely drunk or perhaps under the influence of something. Y/n tried to free their wrist from the grasp of the guy in front of them, without trying to look mad

''em no thank you I'd rather not, I'm actually pretty busy I have to get back to my house-,,

they said almost in a whisper since they were terrified of what this guy might have done to them, still, they were trying their best not to look scared

''oh come now sweet I don't bite now, do I? It will take just a little bit,,

the situation was getting heated as this guy was almost grinding on them at this point, with disgust in their face they tried again to get free from the creep's grasp. They suddenly remember that Lucifer had given them this gift in case of needed teleportation or simply to have a word, it was a thin bracelet around their wrist with a little duck charm hanging from it, a little thug on said charm and he would've been alerted that they needed something. Sadly the bracelet was under the grasp of the creep so they couldn't really do much but try to tag away from him with all the force they had, and that they did, making them fall backwards and hit their butt on the concrete floor but giving them enough time to pull the charm. As soon as that happened a magical golden portal appeared in front of them letting out a rather concerned Lucifer.

''My darling what is the matter? why are you on the floor?,,

he said soon after turning around to face them, trying to give them a hand he noticed the look of pure fear on their face and looked very confused at first until the creep, now behind Lucifer, spoke

''Oh so you are the devil sweetheart, quite convenient ain't it?,,

he says with a smirk on his face and a knife in his hand, looking very threatening towards Lucifer. Said Fallen Angel wasn't scared one bit

''you know who I am and you still threaten me, that's really interesting,,

Lucifer then simply snaps his fingers and the creep turns to stone right away, just like that. He gets close to the now stone creep and pushes him slightly for him to fall to the ground and shatter completely. Y/n had a hand over their mouth and looked in shock at everything that happened only to then see Lucifer bend down in front of them with a sweet look in his eyes and a hand on their cheek

''everything is okay my sweetheart, let's get you back to the Hotel okay?,,

they slightly nod, taking his hand to get back on their feet, Lucifer then plants a kiss on their forehead, pressing his forehead to theirs soon after, seeing that they were still a bit shocked

''you are safe now,,

he says now placing a kiss on their lips and picking them up to then teleport the both of them to the hotel, they were now safe and sound

a/n: soooooo this was actually quite a long one huh? I love Lucifer as much as I love Alastor so it was really nice to get to write him as well :3c

[kissorkill16]

Friends: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: They can still be friends...right?

Maritza was the first one out the door as soon as the bell rang.

She just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. That school was filled with too many people, people she hated.

She didn't know why, but she hated everyone so much right now.

Maybe it was because of Trinity...

Yeah...

Definitely because of Trinity.

It was because of her that she was in such a shitty mood. That girl had the nerve to call her a traitor, and she only did what she did to save her brother, but even he was against her.

Oh well. Whatever happened to him was Trinity's fault, not Maritza's.

Just then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Enzo. He gave her an awkward smile, but Maritza just turned back around.

"I thought you were busy with Trinity. You said I was old enough to walk myself home, remember?", she said. Enzo didn't look at her, he just looked at the ground as they continued to walk down the sidewalk.

"I just meant that I wasn't walking you home today.", said Enzo, "But I changed my mind. I'm scared you might get kidnapped again."

Maritza looked at her brother, almost surprised. "But what about Trinity?", she asked. "I thought you were in love with her."

Enzo shrugged, still not looking at her. "I thought so too, but after what happened to you, after she called you a traitor when you didn't have a choice, after she locked Nicky in the basement,...I don't think I like Trinity as much as I did before."

He reached a hand to her and held it in his.

"I don't care that you went against the group, you did it to protect me from the cult.", he said. "I love you, Maritza. I love how brave you were despite wanting nothing to do with any of this."

A moment of silence passed by, and Enzo just held his sister's hand. Then out of nowhere, Maritza wrapped her arms around Enzo.

"I love you too, you big doofus.", she said.

Enzo smiled warmly and wrapped his arms around Maritza.

Just then, someone else came up behind them. They turned around to see Ivan, and he looked absolutely terrible. His eyes were red and puffy and his hair was a mess.

"Oh, hi.", he said. "I'll just go around you guys.", but before he could walk around them, Maritza called out to him.

"Nerd, wait!", she said. Ivan slowly turned around to look at her. "Hm?"

"Look, Ivan. Even if we're not the Inventor's Club anymore, we can still be friends.", she said. "Does that sound good to you?"

Ivan shrugged and looked at the ground, then he looked back at Maritza. "Can I still build stuff?", he asked. Maritza laughed and shrugged as she nodded. "Yes, you can still build stuff."

Then he charged to the two kids and wrapped his arms tightly around them.

"I love being friends!"

The kids continued to walk home together, and as they turned another corner, they ran into someone else.

Delroy.

"Sorry, man.", said Enzo.

"It's fine, dude.", said Delroy. "Can I talk to you guys about something?"

They all turned their attention to him.

"Look, I know I was never part of your club, but I enjoyed spending time with you guys. I may not be as smart as any of you, but I liked helping out in the lab. Sadly, there's not really an Inventor's Club anymore."

Ivan stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. "Delroy, while there isn't a club anymore, we're still friends. We don't need Trinity anymore, and we don't need to solve any more mysteries. We can just be friends and hang out."

Delroy looked at the group, then he smiled. "I guess you're right."

Ivan took Delroy's hand and gently pulled him, "Do you maybe want to hang out? We can go to Enzo and Maritza's house and watch a movie or something."

"Sure, I ain't got nothing better to do."

They continued to walk down the street, but as they did, Enzo couldn't help but feel like something was missing.

"Do you guys think we should invite Nicky?", asked Enzo. The group looked at him.

"Nicky?", asked Ivan, "But you know his state right now. I doubt he even wants to talk to us, let alone watch a movie with us."

"I know, but it's just...I miss him, okay?"

Enzo stopped walking as he was in front of Nicky's house. "He's been through so much, and none of us were there for him to help him out. I want to make it up to him, maybe he's...somewhat back to normal enough for him to form coherent sentences. Maybe he'll be stable enough to hang out."

The group looked at Enzo, then at each other. Maritza sighed and squeezed her brother's hand, "Just don't say anything he might take the wrong way, okay?", she said.

Enzo nodded.

They all walked to the front porch of the Roth house, Enzo rang the doorbell, and Mr. Roth opened the door.

And for some reason, the kids could hear Mrs. Roth crying from the other room. But they tried not to pay to much attention to it.

"Hey, kids.", said Mr. Roth.

"Hi, Mr. Roth.", said Enzo. "We were just wondering if Nicky is okay to come over to my house."

Mr. Roth looked down at the floor. It was silent for a moment.

"Sorry, kids. Nicky isn't here right now, and I'm afraid he won't be coming home for a while now.", he said. The kids looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?", asked Ivan, sounding worried.

Mr. Roth still looked at the ground, but he said it anyway.

"Nicky's in the hospital."

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

i have another…

i need to see some smut with jq BUT i need it with her black metal skin.

PLEASE THIS IS YOUR DOING NOW YOU MUST FIX IT

Ughhhhh fineeeee

Horny bastard

Man idk how to tag stuff like this. Uh

Strap on usage. Dom!Junkerqueen bc she's hot. Trans male reader bc we need

Rock Hard On

Junkerqueen x trans!male reader

Odessa peppered small kisses down your jawline, leaving black lipstick in her wake. You couldn't help but whine when her canines dug into your neck, leaving a small mark. How had you gotten here, pressed up against the wall of your hotel room with your girlfriend ravaging you like you were the most amazing thing in the world?

Well, you had a small idea.

It started when one of her old friends from back when she was a teenager showed up and brought up some band that she used to be in. You couldn't help but look at her in confusion as she laughed and nodded along agreed to whatever her friend was suggesting. When he finally left, you pulled your girlfriend back to the couch to get some answers.

"Dez, what was that?"

"Oh, he's just a mate of mine. We used to have a band way back when. Where ya think I got my guitar skills from?"

"Well, what did he want?"

"Wants to get the band back together for one last tour. You okay with that?"

“Well, obviously. As long as you’re happy, Dez.”

And she was. Odessa was all smiles as she got into a modified version of her punk outfit and put on the makeup and temporary hair dye that would wash off when you two showered later.

The band was very excited to meet you. They all shook your hand and hugged you, thanking you for keeping your queen safe and happy.

While they were preparing for the show, you couldn’t help but ogle at your girlfriend. She looked gorgeous.

Well, things happened, and you may or may not have whispered absolute filth in her ear before the band had to go backstage for final touches.

In your defense, she looked hot as fuck.

You were on her mind the whole performance. As her boyfriend you obviously got front row seats, which you used to make faces at her and mouth obscene things. The whole time she was on stage she was thinking about jumping off the stage and fucking the brat right out of you. But sadly, that would have to wait.

When the time for saying goodbye finally came, Odessa was so ready to leave and go back home. "C'mon, I gotta go home. Tell people that they can send me a letter if they wanna talk so bad," Dez told her band mate, who just sighed and let her leave.

She was quick to find you waiting outside the building for her to get done. In all honesty, you were about to go back to the hotel and wait for her there. You gave her a loving smile and grabbed her hand, dragging her across the street to the hotel. Her grip on your hand was tighter than usual, but that's exactly what you wanted.

One steamy elevator ride later, you two were at your room. The second the door closed she was on you.

"Think ya can just do things like that and expect me not to act on em?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you said, feigning ignorance.

You girlfriend looked at you, her face completely serious, as she repeated the words you told her before she had to go. "'Can't wait for you to fuck me when we get home. Want you to ravage me. Wanna feel your fingers down my throat and strap so far inside me I can't think.'" She mocked. Your face flushed but you just turned your head, ignoring her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said.

Odessa growled and grabbed your face, making you look at her. "Don't. Lie. If ya wanna get fucked, then you'll get fucked. But I ain't gonna let ya lie to my face and get rewarded."

Yep, you fucked up and you knew it, so you looked her dead in the eyes and started begging for her forgiveness. After a few seconds, the queen in front of you just stuck a finger in your mouth and started to remove your clothes.

"Fuckin' whore. Could always just leave you here, needy and alone. Could go and shower and just leave you here, needy and wanting for me to touch you."

"Noooo," you whined, momentarily taking her fingers out of your mouth. Just as you went to say something else, she forced them back in, making you gag.

"Didn't say that you could stop sucking on those, now did I?"

You shook your head, looking at her apologetically. Dez rolled her eyes and went to peel off her clothes before you frantically reached your hands out to stop her. "What, you like this outfit?" You hummed in agreement and Dez laughed cruelly. "Yeah, I bet you do. Fine, I'll keep it on. Just for you."

It didn't take long for Odessa to get impatient and pull her fingers out of your mouth and replace them with her lips on yours. She just sat there and made out with you, occasionally trailing her mouth down lower to nibble and suck on your neck. "Pretty boy. Can't wait to ruin you," she said, picking you up and laying you down on the bed.

At this point, you were completely naked. Odessa grabbed her strap and harness and put them on over her clothes before climbing on top of you.

She teased your dripping folds with the tip of the silicon dick. You whined and gripped at the sheets. "Dez..." you trailed off, looking at her with the most pathetic eyes you could muster.

"Oh, does my pretty boy want me to fuck him?"

You whined and nodded.

"I need words, dear. Gotta hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me. Please, Dez, just wanna have you fuck me until I can't think anymore. Just wanna feel you inside me and feel how good you make me feel," you rambled. You really, really needed this.

Odessa chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Well, I guess that's enough. I ain't goin easy on you, so be ready."

That was all the warning you got before she slammed into you and started to fuck the life out of you. All you could feel was the silicon dick pushing in and out of you, hitting your deepest spots and making you moan out in pleasure.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you couldn't help but already feel close. It's not your fault; you two hadn't done anything for a while now.

It's almost like Odessa read your mind. "You close, pretty boy?" She asked, not once slowing down.

You couldn't speak. Any time you tried, all that came out were lewd moans and whines. So, instead, you just nodded furiously. Odessa laughed cruelly and started to bite and kiss the more sensitive parts of your neck.

"Well then, pretty boy, you can cum."

It wasn't often that she gave you permission to cum so easily. It normally took lots of begging and promises of behaving to get her to even consider it. That should have told you what she was going to do to you. Sadly, you were too focused on the pleasure that she was giving you to think about anything past what was happening right then and there.

With a loud moan, you came. Dez helped you ride out your high, slowing down her thrusts slightly. Before you could stop her, Odessa grabbed your phone and took a picture of your fucked out state before showing it to you.

Your hair was a mess. Drool spilled down your chin and mixed with the blue lipstick left behind from your girlfriend's kisses. Bite marks litter around your collarbones and the soft spots on your neck. "Don't'cha just look so pretty? Can't wait to make you scream for me again."

When Dez started to speed up her thrusts again, you knew you were done for.

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1122 - Initial Thoughts

And we're back

A bit late, scanlations didn't come in my time zone yesterday and I've been unable to graft out time until now. Also My Hero's final chapter happened so I had to read that too.

But finally, back from another break in One Piece. It's 'getting off this island, this time, for real' time in Egghead, the Sunny still soars in the sky, Vegapunk's broadcast is still ongoing and there are some lingering factors still to consider.

Let's see how the chapter unravels them

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release too

Sadly Yamato's cover story has been so boring that for a split second I got excited about seeing a Smoker cover story, but instead it's a redraw of an artwork (edit: a redraw of My Hero's mangaka's artwork, which is sweet), he looks badass though - Oda make Smoker badass more in the story! He and Tashigi need some Ws

Vegapunk's last reveal that the One Piece will decide the fate of the world has led to international worry, many not exactly thrilled with the idea that the fate of the world is likely gonna be in the hands of pirates

Pirates of course are happy, the world's smartest man just told everyone that the One Piece exists, there was more deniability when it came from a dying pirate after all

Impel Down are rambunctious, as Oda reminds us that the broadcast is piggybacking off of all Den Den Mushi whether people like it or not

Many misc Vice Admirals don't like that reveal either

Koby though, remembering his first encounter with Luffy, is forced to put himself at odds with his friend once more

Koby you know Luffy ain't like that can't you just resolve to stop his opposition?

Buggy meanwhile wins the hearts of his masses by refuting that it'll be 'his world' but rather 'our world'

His gesture at least spares him more assault from Crocodile and Mihawk - who it was really directed to

Devon and Augur are still with Caribou, asking Teach if they should kill him

Blackbeard seems willing to hear him out, which means a lot of worry awaiting Fishman Island and Wano

Vegapunk's broadcast is once again cut off after Vegapunk utters Joy Boy, with Warcury having once again damaged Emeth

As the giants call out to it's mecha kin, the Den Den Mushi inside explodes, ending the transmission once and for all

Up with the Sunny, V. Nusjuro makes chase, I guess he can gallop on air?

Zoro does prepare to confront V. Nusjuro but it's time for Emeth to do THAT JUTSU

He apologizes to Joy Boy and charges

He also apologizes to Luffy, realising that he's not the same person

What a spread though, it's like a painting seeing the Sunny flying overhead, the Gorosei's forms one side, Emeth in the middle and the longboat on the other, also with the reveal that Emeth is sorry that he couldn't make Joy Boy King

King of what though? It was implied that he led the Ancient Kingdom, perhaps he like Rocks wanted to be King of the World?

Emeth asks for Luffy's name, and he does his usual declaration

Pulling out a knotted rope, Emeth marvels at him having D. in his name

He unknots the rope, and an immense Conqueror's Haki emits from it!

Emeth thanks Luffy for letting it hear the Drums of Liberation once more, and demands that he doesn't die

The haki is so intense that not only does it revert the Gorosei to their human state, but it sends Warcury, V. Nusjuro and Ju Peter back to Marejois!!!

Mars is there waiting having been given the Manga's second successful space launch

Oh Shit! Imu even felt it, and they are rattled!

I wonder if this confirms that Imu is somehow connected to the Gorosei in some way?

Also we have a new shaded character acting as an attendant to Imu, wonder who that is?

The Sunny lands safely, much to the crew's relief

Only Saturn remains, staring down Emeth as he remembers an encounter with Joy Boy

Sadly it seems Joy Boy wasn't a giant, his silhouette is small and he must look Luffy-like

In the past Joy Boy tells Emeth that 'the time is at hand'

That Haki was Joy Boy's, which he embedded into a knot for Emeth to use, knowing that Emeth will likely outlive him

He permits Emeth to untie the knot when their life or someone's life that they care about is in danger, so they will be there to help

Joy Boy happily notes how it's like saving him with help from the past

Emeth seems to shut down once more, heartbreaking that his last memory is hoping that he won't feel lonely

Welp we pour one out for Emeth this chapter

This was an exciting chapter to come back to, and it once again puts Haki in a new perspective. Shanks has already shown that Conqueror's Haki can be utilised differently than just a shockwave or coating, but this was a lingering imbuement, something that stayed intact long after Joy Boy died, that is very fascinating.

The fact that Joy Boy's Haki could repel the Gorosei shows the ceiling Luffy and co need to get to as well, it feels like we've just breached the surface of how powerful Haki can really be, the will of the spirit, the quality of a King. And we have to mull on that, because being King does mean a lot, the end of the chapter shows Joy Boy - at least his silhouette - to be a caring person, focused on being able to help his friends, but what did Emeth want to make him king of? Was it Joy Boy's will to be king too or was it like a Whitebeard thing where he wanted to make Ace king? I'm not saying there's duplicity but the conflict between Joy Boy and the very shaken Imu could be a conflict of ruling philosophy, two extremes rather than a comfy middle ground. Food for thought at least.

With the threat of the Gorosei gone, minus Saturn we should still keep an eye on him (maybe Saturn didn't get sent back because he did technically sail there? The rest were summoned), the crew are safe to leave. But there's still other matters to deal with; the mother flame is still in Saturn's hands now, York that bitch is still alive, there's also the worldwide reaction and however Morgans wants to spin this (we never did get a reason to have a video feed from Vegapunk? Maybe his explanation of the D or the recent cutoff had the visual aids?) and there's whatever CP0 will do - I doubt Saturn will treat their and Kizaru's failures as unable to be helped, not to mention Sentomaru and Stussy's treachery.

The all out pirate war is on the horizon though, Koby looks like he's gonna step up again even if it means opposing Luffy, but as we leave Egghead the world is for sure about to be shaken more than it's ever been shook.

[katthyacinth]

Voxs "Buisness Meeting"

Vox asks the reader to meet him purely to discuss her contract and "business" but we all know that ain't true.

A day after your music video shoot with vox tek and brief encounter with the overlord himself you get a message from your assistant.

-Ma'am Mr. Voxs assistant has informed me your meeting with Vox has been finalized for Thursday 7pm. Ok then thanks Nessi!-

Your heartbeat sped up as you read the text it was nerve racking to say the least. this was the CEO of the company you worked for and one of the most powerful overlords who last time you spoke he casually mentioned he killed the camera guy who made you have to do the reshoot in the first place.

Quite frankly you were scared, scared of the powerful man he was you weren't afraid to admit that. However a thought you were afraid to have was to think about the way he had towered over you, the claustrophobic yet comforting feeling when he walked you onto set. Unlike your horrible ex, you felt safer when you felt the electric buzz radiating from his body. You stop your thoughts and sit up. Preparing yourself mentally for Voxs business meeting.

Vox stood in the penthouse looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows over the Vees empire. He was the most powerful person in hell but why did hesitation flash in his mind when he thought about you. He could control everything and everyone in hell but you. You refused a soul contract you were free, and you couldn't be controlled in fact, he thought you might have some demon power to control others like he did. That didn't frighten him though because he was still an overlord and you were still nothing, right?

The elevator bell dinged and he watched as you walked out. The outfit you had on shared a similar shade of blue to that of his own, he wondered if you did it on purpose. Of course, you couldn't have, right? He needed to get out of his head he was the one with the power.

"Ah siren lovely to see you please sit." He gestures as he walks over to the living area of the penthouse.

You both sit and you staighten your back in anticipation, hands in your lap, as you nervously wait for him to speak.

"Now because your contract with Velvet isn't soul binding I have some things I would like to discuss. " his voice was low, there was no more sickly sweet tone to it only a slight sinister sound.

"I want to make sure you wont betray us, or leave us, I mean why would you want to right? we have given you everything, You can trust us" as he spoke his eye changed, his pupil became a red and black swirl and odd color as you looked at it quizicly.

"I mean of course? So does that mean you have more stuff you want me to sign?" you ask confused. His expression glitches for a second as he clears his throat taken aback for some reason.

Nothing Happened

"close my dear, I want collatoral. Tell me a secret. Or give me something that means much to you." he regains his composure smirking.

"ah so blackmail?" you raise your eyebrow scoffing slightly.

"this is hell my dear" he responds as you ponder for a moment. You then smile sadly after some time leaning forward to whisper something to him. The proximity makes him shiver slightly. As you finish speaking he smiles, a chesire cat grin.

"That will do doll pleasure doing buisness." he clears his throat his usual chipper demenour returning. "now then I don't think I would be a good host if I didn't offer. The chefs are cooking dinner, care to stay?"

He was esstatic that you agreed. he needed to fish out more info on you no matter what especially after that secret you told him. You had him hook line and sinker you didn't even know. He needed everything there was to know about you.

Unfortunatly he got very little. You spend a tense hour long dinner with the most powerful overlord in the pentagram as you hollowly laugh at his banter. He talks of his company, success overall just himself in an attempt to get some reaction out of you until you finally bid your farewell. When the elevator door finally closes both of you take a sigh. Vox sits back down in the penthouse. Why didn't his hypnosis work? The secret you told him, was that really even true? Who were you really? The chill he felt when you had gotten close to him" He rubbed his temples in frustration at the thought.

You breathe a sigh of relief as the elevator desends back to the lobby. That man, he was indeed quite strange. A million questions swim in your head too, questions that can wait for another day. As you slouch back into the car you cant help but feel your being watched. A feeling that you brush off to deal with another day. Its probably nothing right?

You trust everythings ok

Pt 5 pt 7