#The Crew Member's Souvenir Book

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MTMTE headcanons

Some of the headcanons I have for when I write stuff for the characters. So enjoy the silly little things I think about while writing these guys

Warnings: some have nsfw content in them

Words count: 3K

Masterlist

The Scientist 

- Perceptor and Brainstorm regularly have intense debates over various sci-fi shows and movies while working. 

- Rewind is secretly a formidable DJ and often Swerve has him doing music playlist for the bar. 

- Brainstorm insists on demonstrating his latest inventions at weekly crew meetings. Most of his devices are useless or end up causing minor disasters, to the annoyance of Ultra Magnus, it has resulted in multiple new rules being made . 

- Rewind is making a documentary about life on the Lost Light. Nobody realised until he released the "behind the scenes" cut that has Magnus and Megatron both drivking energon, “I hate this crew so much” Magnus huffs, “would you rather starscream?”.

- Rewind has amassed a huge secret stash of rare historical films, songs, and books that he pirates from other planets if its stuff he himself hasn't recorded. He'll only share them if you trade rare datafiles with him. 

- Brainstorm's experiments have caused more than one shipwide malfunction or strange phenomenon. Which resulted in having to contain the humans on board after realising it affected their skin in a way that the scent made The bots extremely horny. 

Cyclonus and Tailgate 

- Cyclonus is generally stoic but has a secret sweet tooth. He can often be found sneaking snacks when he thinks no one is looking. 

- Cyclonus has accumulated a giant collection of tiny earth souvenirs for tailgate but will never admit where they come from. 

- Cyclonus indulges Tailgate's interests just to spend time with him, 

-Cyclonus has taken to meditating in the engine room with drift to get away from the daily chaos. UnfortunatelyWhirl joins them every time to "help him find his inner peace" which mostly involves strange noises and objects flying by.

-Tailgate has become convinced the Lost Light is haunted after a prank goes wrong. Now he drags Cyclonus along on nightly "ghost hunts" which mostly consist of jumping at shadows. 

- Tailgate gets very excited about trying new types of energon goodies and treats he finds on other planets. Cyclonus has to gently remind him to pace himself so he doesn't get a tank ache. 

- Thanks to his small size, Tailgate can easily squeeze into small spaces to repair things or retrieve lost items. Unfortunately he sometimes gets stuck and needs help wiggling back out which has led to some rather spicy times for himself and Cyclonus. Occasionally Whirl. 

- Tailgate is an awful shot with firearms but tries to practise constantly. The other bots have to avoid being in the line of fire during his "target practice sessions."

- Tailgate tries so hard to act tough that he sometimes comes across more adorable than intimidating. The other bots try not to laugh...most of the time.

- Tailgate has become obsessed with human paranormal investigation shows. He tries to convince everyone to do a seance in the lower cargo decks and engine room, he forgot the sparkeater was down there. 

- Tailgate loves watching old earth movies with the human crew. Rewind is always happy to supply new films from his extensive archives or record them from the humans Movie, Usb and harddrive stashes. 

Ratchet & Drift

-Drift and Ratchet have started a betting pool on how long it will take for Rodimus and Magnus to get in a screaming match this time. Ratchet always wins, Drift enjoys it. 

-Drift is somehow the richest bot on the Lost Light from his days as Deadlock, he doesn't use his shanix on himself and only spends it on people he cares for. 

- Drift meditates regularly and has tried to introduce the crew to Earth wellness practices like yoga, much to their bafflement. He enjoys practising with the human members of the ship.

- Drift meditates for hours in the cargo bay and tries to spread his philosophy of peace. It doesn't always work on this crew of hassling madmen but he does try.

- Drift meditates frequently to find his inner calm. It's one of the only things that allows him to tolerate Rodimus' antics for so long without having a breakdown over the speedster endangering himself.

-asides from Rung *cough Primus cough* Drift is one the oldest member of the crew who wasn't statused, but no one can tell due to how well he looks after himself now, but Ratchet knows how bad he used to look. 

- Ratchet has a comm channel blocked nearly every night to "discuss medical matters” it's his line to bitch talk with Rung. 

- Ratchet has a secret ship called the "USS Nail-Him-To-The-Berth", which is a small shuttle solely used to stealthily transport Drift to remote planets for romantic getaways. Drift jokingly added captain's stripes to his arms without telling him, drift was in fact the one who brought him said ship as a job gift.

- Ratchet having a secret collection of badly written medical holodramas he'll never admit to enjoying. Claims it's just for "research." But many nights you can find him, Drift and Rodimus curled up together watching them.

 

- Ratchet grumbles about why he signed up to be a doctor for a ship full of unruly idiots but deep down he cares about them all. Even Whirl...sometimes.

- Ratchet has banned Brainstorm from the medical bay after one too many experiment explosions. Now he has to do checkups in the hallway.

Megaton 

- Whenever he's frustrated, Megatron mutters to himself in ancient Cybetronian. Unfortunately, a lot of the curses and insults have been lost to time so they just sound silly now to some of the younger bots, it nearly makes Rung freeze up hearing the old text.

-Megatron has stowed away in one of the escape pods when things get too much. He leaves a note saying he needed a break, and he tries to make himself as small as he can inside the pod. 

- Megatron has started joining Swerve at the bar after shift and they've developed a genuine friendship, though Megatron still pretends he finds Swerve annoying. 

- Megatron has developed a secret hobby of arranging tiny furniture and scenes inside empty energon cubes. He claims it helps him relax. Eventually some of the humans ask him to help with arranging their own furniture 

- Megatron has a secret hobby where he writes romance novels under a pen name. He's actually quite the romantic,  quite a few bots have read his work but he rather keep it under a pen name these days after the works he used to publish. 

- Megatron has taken to leaving sticky notes reminding Rodimus of the task he has to do. It doesn't always work but it has gotten Rodimus to remember a few things. 

- Megatron writes "broadly, deeply philosophical" in his captain's log, then spends an hour ranting about the merits of proper temporal coordinates and in the end both he and Ultra Magnus tend to both have rants over how bad Rodimus’ spelling is. 

-megatron always gets roped into babysitting whatever wild creatures Whirl and Rodimus find/rescue that week. On many occasions the humans have been left in his care against his pleads. 

- Megatron has started a small garden on one of the observation decks and finds the meticulous care of plants to be a calming hobby, it had become the food score for many of the humans on board and they are rather grateful to him for the hobby. 

- During movie nights, Megatron always ends up with either (Rodimus or insert) falling asleep on his lap. 

Skids

- Skids is clueless about his own strength and accidentally breaks things all the time like datapads or fuel cubes. He apologises profusely each time.

- skids gets way too invested in holodramas and movies, and yells at characters' bad decisions. The others gently tease him for it.

- skids tried exotic new fuel mixes in the hab suite's energon dispenser that usually end up glitching it. Swerve has to come and fix it. 

- His favourite Earth movie is The Fast and the Furious because he loves seeing high-speed races, but he can never remember the characters' names. 

- He once tried to make cybertronian energon goodies for humans and ended up nearly giving one of them food poisoning, Ratchet had to inform him humans can't consume energon.

- Skids volunteers to test out new gadgets from Brainstorm but often ends up as an unwilling test subject when things go wrong. He's developed a strange immunity to most sedatives at this point.

 

- Skids loves catching up on gossip and can always be counted on to have the latest gossip. He just may not always get all the details right…

Ultra Magnus/ Minimus Ambus 

- Magnus takes Rodimus' jokes and antics way too seriously and has trouble understanding sarcasm or joking around sometimes.

- He has an extensive collection of data pads cataloguing Cybertronian laws and regulations. He reads them for fun in his spare time. 

- Magnus gets distracted while trying to scold Rodimus because he's also trying to find the words to express how disappointed he is. 

- Whenever the Lost Light encounters something unknown, Magnus volunteers to write the official first contact report in excruciating detail, complete with footnotes and bibliography, most times he also needs the input from others to help with making decent impressions. 

- Despite his stern demeanour, Magnus has been known to crack a dad joke or two when he thinks no one is listening, it starts happening more often when Megatron and he are working together. 

- In a desperate attempt to loosen up, Magnus once joined Tailgate and Cyclonus for a night of drinking. He got absolutely overcharged and started doing karaoke. It is now part of Rewind's collection of Rare footage. 

- Deep down, he's a softy for romantic holodramas. 

- Somehow Minimus Ambus accumulates a massive collection of tiny human souvenirs like shot glasses and snow globes that he treasures. He meticulously dusts each one weekly. 

- In recharging moments, Ultra Magnus mutters equations and legal codes. His docking clamp also twitches in alignment with Enforcer protocols it's another rare thing that only (Megatron/ Human insert) know about. 

- Ultra Magnus has memorised and could recite the entire Great Charter of the Functionalists as it was something he did study mainly for knowledge. 

- Ultra Magnus has hidden photos of Rodimus doing ridiculous dances and lip sync battles with humans when he thinks no one is watching Proud Dad™️. 

Rung

- Rungs office is soundproof but sometimes Megatron or Rodimus can still hear him having meltdowns after appointments with certain patients. 

- Rung has a very rare high grade collection, some of the cubes are older than bots on the ship. 

- Old war stories give Rung flashbacks, and most times he has to walk away so he doesn't try and correct people on events he was present for. 

- Deep down Rung is a bit of a gearhead and loves helping Brainstorm in the lab, but don't tell anyone - it's his little secret joy.

-To help decompress after long therapy sessions, Rung knits tiny sweaters for all the human's onboard the Lost Light. Even made oen for Miminus, as other botss find out they start asking for small requested pieces from him. 

- The other bots have a gambling pool going on about how long it will take Rung to get fed up with Rodimus' antics and throw something at him. So far no one has won. 

- Rung had an impossible time getting anyone to show up for their therapy sessions until Megatron joined, now he seems to have a Very steady flow of patients, many with Ptsd. 

- Rung has redecorated his room with alien silk cushions and incense burning meditations pods. Crew members often visit just to relax and vent about ship problems.

-Rung never truly stopped being primus. It's just after so many millions of years, he's tired and he'd rather if people could just forget. His biggest fear is that one day he might turn out just like Unicron. 

Whirl

-Whirl is always stealing Rodimus' energon drinks and mixing them with high grade. Rodimus gets plastered and wakes up in weird places without remembering how he got there. 

- Whirl loves to sneak up on Tailgate and startle him for laughs. Cyclonus threatens Whirl with dismemberment if he doesn't knock it off. 

- Whirl starts an underground gambling pool for betting on who will be the next couple to get together. Nautica and Velocity are currently the frontrunners followed closely by (insert and Bot of choice).

- He snuck into Megatron's quarters on the Lost Light and messed with all his decor, moving furniture around and putting self-portraits of himself on the walls. To this day no one knows if Megatron has noticed and why nothing was said if he had.

- Whirl hacked the shipwide intercom to play love songs on repeat for a week straight. He claimed it was for "motivational purposes" but many bots suspected he was just bored.

- No one can prove it was him, but after one of Tailgate's game nights someone released glitter bombs all over the ship that took days to fully clean up. Suspicion fell on Whirl, it was in fact Tailgate who had gotten Whirl to make it for him. 

-Whirl accidentally joining every single one of Tailgate's hobby clubs and getting waaay to into each one, to the little bot's surprise. No one knows how to tell him he's in the sewing circle by mistake. 

- Whirl hits on everything that moves, despite constant rejections. He took getting thrown in the brig by security as a good sign once. 

- Whirl talks a big game and seems chaotic, but he is actually the most mature when it comes to looking after children. When one of the humans on board had a baby he became rather protective of them and their child. It also transfers over with sparklings (if/when) they are on the ship, he and Megatron are dubbed the babysitters. 

Swerve

- Constantly redecorating the bar to try out new lighting/theme ideas. One day it's a tiki bar, next it's a speakeasy. 

- Always bugging the other bots to join in games and activities at the bar. Usually ends up being the only one participating in crafts or dance contests. 

- Clumsy and easily startled. Accidentally breaks something in the bar at least once a week through spills or failed dance moves. 

- he Makes crazy custom drinks with wild synthetic engex concoctions. Often leads to strange/funny reactions in customers. 

- Endless list of nicknames for all the other crews. Brainstorm is "Sciencebot", Rodimus is "Hotshot", etc. Loves giving codenames. 

- Secretly a shipper and enjoys gossiping about who he thinks is into who. Always trying to play matchmaker between crewmates with whirl. 

- His favourite game to play at the bar is "Who Would You Rather?" and he always chooses the wildest, most inappropriate options to get a rise out of people, he loves hassling the humans over their strange biology. 

- Swerve is secretly hoping Megatron will one day ask him to be his personal assistant. He has the whole job role planned out because Megatron would make the best security guard. Swerve's bar fights would become such a problem that Megatron would consider said roll. 

- Swerve is convinced he's going to open the best bar/restaurant in the galaxy someday. He experiments with new fuel and engex recipes in the ship's improvised kitchen to the dismay of Ultra Magnus. 

- Swerve's bar gets rowdier each week as new engex flavours are tested. Merchandise bets and wild stories are the norm. 

- Swerve refuses to let Megatron stay in his bar without paying his tab in full first. But over time he starts handing off drinks to the old war lord.

Rodimus 

- Rodimus is constantly coming up with ridiculous dares to try and get Magnus to lighten up. So far he's had one of his human companions shot whipped cream at the enforcer before they bolted". 

- Rodimus is banned from the ship's engines after the sparkeater incident, mainly for his own safety. 

- Rodimus gets distracted easily during conversations and often trails off its Megatron who's the one who realises it and gets him a large figure toy so he can keep occupied while in meetings. 

- He doodles elaborate designs for new finish styles and ship paint jobs during important briefings and lectures, much to Ultra Magnus' chagrin. Megatron tells Magnus to ignore it because it's one of the only ways Rodimus seems to take in what is being said to him. 

- His habsuite is constantly a mess of strewn tools, parts, paint and upgrades. Drift tries to tidy it and just gives up. 

- Has started using ridiculous Earth slang he doesn't fully understand like "groovy" and "far out" just to get laughs. Drives Ultra Magnus nuts, the humans find it rather amusing watching him use it in the wrong terms. 

- Secretly loves 80s hair metal music but would never admit it. But he loves listening to it in his habsuite while working on things, he loves human music alot. 

- He tries desperately to be the cool, laid back leader but is constantly stressed and awkward. Inside he's a nervous wreck, worried that no matter what he does he's living in Optimus' shadow as a prime. 

- Rodimus stays up late watching Earth romcom movies and serial melodramas to get leadership tips, but mostly just ends up confused, he loves cuddling with (insert) as they explain the plot for him to make it slightly easier for him to understand. 

- He compulsively taps his pedes when anxious and doesn't realise he's doing it. Megatron is the one who normally send him away knowing that the more tapping the less Rodimus is listening when he's in this state. 

- His favourite Earth beverage is monster energy drinks, which the humans find rather amusing. (Energy Fluid au, he takes one mouthful and nearly spits it back out. “WHY ARE YOU ALL DRINKING TRANSFLUID!?!?” it leads to a lot of discoveries with *human insert*) He hassles them a lot with the promise of their favourite drink, no this dirty pervert instead just fills cups with transfluid and tells them that he has his own secret stash of monsters. As it gets around alot more bots start to get rather interested in how the humans had a drink that was pretty much the flavour of their transfluid. 

[autistic-piece]

Straw Hat Headcanons

SFW // Just soft stuff

Random headcanons about the crew! + Vivi

👒Luffy

✦ doesn't read unless it's something about bugs -- or he'll ask Robin to read for him ✦ actually knows everything about bugs, by the way. and will talk about it anytime he has a chance to ✦ probably tries to draw the bugs he catches before releasing them in the wild ✦ absolute adhd ✦ his favourite part of the museum is the souvenir shop ✦ he takes care of his den den mushi. like, that snail is almost a part of the crew ✦ gets overwhelmed when there are too many informations to process ✦ secretly likes cherry pies, especially Sanji's ✦ he'll definitely make faces at you if you feel bad and need to laugh ✦ considers Vivi, Carrot and Yamato part of his crew

🍊Nami

✦ absolute feminist. don't ever insult a woman in front of her, or that's the last thing you'll do. she hates terf's (and she's right) ✦ she showed the crew how to pick tangerines so that they wouldn't risk damaging her tree ✦ she loves brushing and styling people's hair -- especially Usopp's ✦ not a big fan of bugs, but will definitely listen to Luffy when he talks about them ✦ with the help of Usopp, she drew tattoo designs for each member of the crew. and even has a special one for Law ✦ enjoys gardening ✦ she likes visiting new islands ✦ and she loves when Robin talks about the island's history ✦ okay, Nami basically just loves seeing people excited about their interests -- she can listen to Franky when he builds new stuff as well! she doesn't get the hype, but seeing him so excited just makes her happy

⚔️ Zoro

✦ he's already used every other straw hat as a pillow, at least once ✦ actually enjoys cleaning the dishes with Sanji ✦ he is bad at remembering birthdays. he can barely remember his own. but fortunately, when it's a straw hat's birthday, either Sanji or Usopp will remind him about it in the morning ✦ he doesn't shower after training. that dude takes a shower once a week, and nothing will change it ✦ but honestly no one really cares anymore now. they're used to it ✦ he just doesn't like water that much ✦ sometimes he'll use his katana to cook with Sanji. because he can't find the knife. Sanji probably lost it anyway ✦ (actually Zoro somehow dropped it in the crow's nest) ✦ never gives hugs, but likes to receive them ✦ secretly watches Luffy when he sits on Sunny's head to make sure he doesn't fall into the water

🌱 Usopp

✦ is actually invited to girls' nights. literally the only one who has that privilege ✦ he decorated both the boys' and the girls' rooms, and everyone loves how he did it ✦ he cannot tell creepy stories. he'd scare himself too much ✦ if he finds an island pretty, or likes a certain view, you can be sure he'll paint it ✦ Luffy will come to see the painting every five minutes to see how it goes ✦ the crew hangs Usopp's paintings on the walls of the Sunny. they make good memories ✦ he made ceramic dishware for the crew ✦ always messing around with Luffy and Chopper ✦ probably attempts to write a story about his and the crew's adventures ✦ he loves gardening too. Nami is great with vegetables and fruits, and he's great with plants ✦ plant mum, by the way. he gives his plants names

🍳 Sanji

✦ of course, Sanji knows everyone's favourite foods on the ship ✦ he writes his own recipe book, by the way ✦ and the first dishes are all named after the Straw Hats (it's the first time wrote Zoro's name, by the way, not just 'marimo') ✦ will most definitely buy or pick flowers when the crew docks on an island ✦ feeds stray dogs and cats ✦ gets lectured by Chopper very often about his smoking habit ✦ when the others are sick, he'll bring them their lunch to bed ✦ enjoys reading some poetry ✦ one time he tried to tell the verses aloud while cooking and Zoro was behind him. he thought Sanji was talking to him. Sanji still doesn't know ✦ he finds anyone who smiles genuinely beautiful

🌸 Chopper

✦ absolute hugger, after Luffy ✦ he can just come behind anyone and hug them because he wants to ✦ he absolutely doesn't loves when you pat him on his head. "you know i hate that, don't pat me!" he says while blushing and wriggling and giggling ✦ laughs at Brook's bone jokes, even after all this time ✦ he can stare at Usopp's paintings for hours ✦ he wants to learn to paint too, now ✦ Choppers gets very excited whenever it's someone's birthday ✦ he'll want to help Sanji bake a cake, and if he can't, he'll definitely decorate the cake -- edible glitter, sugar hearts... ✦ he rests on Robin's lap whenever he needs a break

📖 Robin

✦ reads before going to bed. of course she does ✦ she loves talking about history and ancient cultures. please listen to her. she's passionate ✦ absolutely loves when Nami brushes and styles her hair ✦ she loves holding hands, whether it's Chopper, Nami, Luffy, or anyone in the crew ✦ she can't focus much when Chopper sleeps in her lap, because he's way too cute. but really, she doesn't mind ✦ she doesn't say it often, but she finds Franky's skills impressive ✦ she doesn't like cooking much ✦ she's not much of a gardener either, but she absolutely loves looking at Usopp when he tends to his plants

🤖 Franky

✦ definitely had to install more shelves in the girls' rooms for Robin's books ✦ history is not exactly his cup of tea, but Robin knows how to make it interesting, so he'll listen to her when she wants to talk about something she learnt ✦ Franky has already created bug-like robots for Luffy ✦ and Usopp painted them ✦ they look like real bugs, but bigger. Luffy loves them ✦ Likes working with music. if Brook starts playing he'll just sit next to him while working on his next project

🎻 Brook

✦ this man is just so happy to be alive ✦ he'll play music all day long if the crew asks him too ✦ Luffy tried to learn music with him. ("yohoho! thank got i don't have ears!") ✦ but Brook didn't really mind because Luffy seemed to have fun. that's really the most important part in music ✦ he will play lullabies if someone can't sleep ✦ he tries to write his own scores. Robin and Usopp are usually the first ones to listen to them ✦ Usopp made him a custom violin

🌊 Jinbei

✦ probably speaks a lot of languages. he loves learning about people's cultures ✦ loves traveling as well, especially with friends. after all, there's no fun in traveling alone ✦ if Sanji ever gets sick, tired, or is too busy too cook (which rarely happens), Jinbei can definitely replace him ✦ he will help Sanji in the kitchen very often, too ✦ he likes animals. there could be a cat on the ship and he would take care of it ✦ sometimes he also gets invited to the girls' nights ✦ Nami loves touching his hair ✦ the crew likes to listen to his adventures from when he was a membre of the sun pirates ✦ undiagnosed autistic

💧 Vivi

✦ adhd, just like Luffy. she can't stand still, she needs to do something with her hands ✦ she reads the newspapers daily to see if the straw hats are mentioned ✦ she started to read books about pirates after travelling with them. it brought back memories ✦ she owns a ceramic bowl that Usopp made for her ✦ she puts her jewellery in it ✦ she also planted tangerines in the castle garden ✦ sometimes she writes letters to the crew that she's never sent, but hopes to give them when she meets them again

[anarchic-miscellany]

Terrible Screenplay Ideas: Justice League Vacation! The Justice League need a break, and Batman has booked them all an all inclusive stay at a tropical island he secretly owns!

Question refuses to remove his oufit, and his girlfriend Huntress convinces him to put on a single pair of silly sunglasses whilst she teases him with conspiracy theories about the place from the guidebook, but slowly gets drawn in.

Green Lantern is stuck arguing with a customs officer over his lack of a passport: he claims to never need one, as he is an intergalactic police officer, but Mavis is not moved.

When The Martian Manhunter moves through the customs gate, shapeshifting into an identical Hal Jordan save a fake moustache and using his own I.D which reads "Jal Hordan", he is waved through instantly, only making Jordan angrier.

Flash has already gotten there, and is causing havoc at the pool.

Zatanna has already gotten completely hammered on margaritas and is accidentally slurring spells which cause mayhem across the resort.

Green Arrow has gone undercover as a pool boy to find out which evil capitalist bastard is stealing tips and wages from the staff, and gets completely carried away.

Black Canary gets swept up by a hen party on the island, and also incredibly drunk, causing absolute carnage when she does karaoke.

Superman has been forbidden from doing any heroics and is relaxing by the pool. Unfortunately he has to resist the urge to step in and stop every minor infraction he sees.

Dr Fate is eager to catch sight of the rare "Orange Breasted Lowenthal" and tells the others he shall be embarking from the hotel tomorrow morning at 7:30AM sharp. The only one who accompanies him is B'Wana Beast into the jungle. Buddy cop begrudging shenanigans ensure

Guy Gardner is forced to share a room with Firestorm, and demands that they go thirds on the room, since there's three of them in his mind, but Firestorm's Bobby and Martin claim to be one person and go halves. Firestorm is also perturbed by the structural integrity of parts of the building, and must investigate.

Wonder Woman is hoping to find a particular souvenir on the island, scouring the shops and pawnbrokers and acquiring tacky gift after tacky gift, all of which she hands off to various members of the crew. She solves simple crimes along the way

Booster Gold and The Blue Beetle set out to score, but Ted gets stung by a bug and has an allergic reaction, and Booster keeps trying to find him a doctor. Bad luck after bad luck keeps befalling them on their journey. They do enjoy posing for photographs with adoring fans though, who keep making them go viral, but not as viral as Superman's blood pressure.

Hawkgirl is concerned with trying to win a prize at the fun fair, and becomes determined to do so, she will NOT be beaten!

Fire and Ice are super stoked to be partying and hanging out with the ultimate party animal Power Girl! They are going to have the best time! Unfortunately, Power Girl has just gone through a terrible breakup and is miserable, far from her partying self, and their weekend turns into babysitting the dangerous self pitying girl.

And Batman, with the fortress finally to himself, just wants to sit down and watch some trashy reality TV free of distractions, judgement and interruptions. But Captain Atom is using his mandatory vacation time to run an inspection of the tower.

[gatitties]

"Owing its speed to his metobolism, the user can quickly process poisons and alcohol before their affects can damage the body, making them immune to such attacks. The speed fruit enables all parts of the body to become faster and strong, including metabolism. As such, the user's body can become starved of energy to the point of near death if they overused it, allowing the user to have a bigger appetite than other members of the crew." Imagine Luffy and male! reader participating in an eating competition tho? (Btw love your works 🥰)

─Strawhats x male!reader (Platonic)

─Summary: Your devil fruit gives you a huge appetite, but it seems you'll always get second place.

─Warnings: none

Part one / Part two

jdshaj this is so cute I can see they totally doing that every time they can, both could leave an entire village without food 😭🤚

"Ready… set… let the competition begin!"

The announcer started the little festivity on that island where you stopped, a festivity in which both you and Luffy signed up because it was nothing more than a competition to see who could devour the most food.

You fought hard against your captain, the other contestants gave up pretty quickly, but your pride took a beating, you weren't able to beat Luffy in one of these competitions, at least, not the vast majority of the time.

Yes, your fast metabolism makes you have an increased appetite, but not enough to win it, however, you were able to beat it only once, although it was after a fight in which you racked your brains because you did not stop running all day, you almost died from overusing your power, but that was the only time you could beat him.

"I… I give up!"

Your body collided so abruptly with the back of the chair that you fell directly on the floor, your arms and legs spread out like you were a sunbathing starfish, your chest rising and falling rapidly from the speed at which you ate. Luffy smiled proudly, still eating, he reached out to lift you up, you nodded as a thanks, albeit with a slight frown in defeat.

Since you had nothing to do here, because Luffy continued to eat even after winning, you decided to continue exploring the surroundings a bit more, the different stalls that the festival offered, small games, a lot of symbolic souvenirs of the place, lots of traveling merchants looking for buyers. It didn't attract much attention to you and you just went to say hello to Robin who was looking at some books together with Chopper.

You didn't know where the others were, but it didn't take you long to find Sanji and Nami, the blond seemed very focused looking at the different ingredients that a vendor was displaying while she was engaged in a verbal fight with a guy who didn't seem to listen to the attempts to Nami's haggling, you decided to stay out of their business since both seemed busy, you definitely didn't want to end up listening to Sanji rambling about what to cook or embarrass yourself because of Nami being so loud when it came to buying things at a good price.

You met the rest in a bar and it looked like it could be your second attempt to beat someone from the team in a competition, you shared looks with Zoro after you sat down at the table where Usopp, Franky, Brook and he were, you both had seen the paper that was stuck on the wall, 'drink 50 beers without passing out and get a prize, if you don't make it you will have to pay'.

"Are we betting?"

"Hell yes, what are you waiting for, old man?"

He clucked at your behavior, calling for the bartender to bring a hundred beers, you split them up and Franky counted down for you to start drinking. You were a little younger than everyone on the boat, but old enough to drink alcohol, the bad thing is that apparently not enough to handle the bitter taste, thanks to your metabolism you managed to drink the fifty beers barely without them doing some kind of effect on you, though… not before Zoro.

"You have done well, but you will not be able to surpass me so easily."

"Just wait and see marimo!"

"Someone is spending a lot of time with Sanji…"

You narrowed your eyes at Usopp making him go back to his drink as if he hadn't said anything, again, completely defeated you shrank back in your seat savoring the second loss of the day, you didn't even care that you won the award for drinking all on time, you just wanted to wallow in your misery of being the eternal second in the team.

[hey-august]

I'll Be Your Whatever - Chapter 3

Story Description: Life is full of all sorts of characters - some who come and go, and others that stay. After propelling yourself into a lie you can't (won't) take back, a certain pirate captain may have a reason to come by more often. (Chapter 1, Chapter 2) Word count: ~2.2k Warnings: SFW, some profanity. Buggy x afab!reader. No use of Y/N. Brief argument, mention of a deceased family member. A/N: Sorry this took a bit - I got in my head with writing it, but I think we're back on track! Tag list: @rorywritesjunk @ane5e @venulus

The title comes from "your whatever" by lovelytheband.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

With Buggy in town, you felt comfortable leaving home for the first time in days. Although you two had to work out this “relationship,” at least that was the next step. There were still unknowns and uncertainty, but also hope.

After agreeing to write up a contract over lunch, you excused yourself for a moment to run upstairs and put on clothes that hadn’t been slept in. Thankfully you kept an acceptable standard of hygiene during your isolation, so all you needed was to put on a fresh outfit, shake out your hair, and brush your teeth. You bounded back downstairs in record time and walked into the kitchen. The empty kitchen.

A wooden door leading out of the room was open. You tried to ignore the feelings bubbling in your chest as you peered through the open doorframe and found your visitor.

Buggy was inside, looking at a ship in a bottle. The desire to snatch the item from his presumptuous hold dissolved when you noticed how cautious the pirate was. He held the glass trinket with surprising delicacy, rotating the bottle to see the ship from all angles.

Even though he was a guest in your house, you gently knocked on the door to announce your presence. Buggy glanced over his shoulder and returned the decoration to the wood desk it previously sat on. Well, his hands did. Just his hands, while his body turned to face you. You watched silently, your thoughts retracing their steps as they tried to fall in line with the information your eyes sent over. The puzzled look on your face was met with a grin - the kind where only one person knows the punchline to a joke.

“The Oro Jackson,” Buggy commented, acting oblivious to your confusion. “Belongs to your dad?”

“Yeah…it did. He was a big fan of pirates.” 

Buggy held in a wince at the past-tense. He forgot that you said something similar about the map. Belonged.

You continued explaining. “He wanted to become one, to see the world. He even had plans to join a crew, but that changed when my mom got pregnant.”

“Tch, what a sap.” Buggy’s remark collapsed into a mumble under the look you threw at him.

“Instead, he began collecting.” You gestured around the room. Aside from your supplies and artwork on the mahogany desk, the rest of the room was filled by your father. Pirate artifacts, nautical knick-knacks, and faraway souvenirs were displayed on nearly every shelf, shoved between similar themed books, with more items hidden inside the cabinets. Anything that didn’t fit on a horizontal surface was attached to the wall. “He couldn’t see the world firsthand, so he did the best he could.” 

In your absence, Buggy had swept as much of the room as possible but didn’t find anything of high value. Nothing worth pocketing to sell later. Most of the Jolly Rogers and insignias on the artifacts weren’t from anyone special. There were framed maps on the walls, but they were generic land maps.

“What about you? Ever get tired of this place?” Buggy's question was spurred by the paintings littered across the desk. Most of them were of landscapes. Depictions of distant places filled with grand mountains, emerald forests, humid mangroves, murky swamps, and more.

“Mm-mmh, my dad watched from the sidelines so I could have the life I do. I can’t throw it away.” 

You walked over to the shelves near the desk and reached for the second highest shelf. Sandwiched between two tomes was a red book that was just a tad too far. Even on tiptoes, you could only graze the linen edging and weren’t able to hook the spine and drag the book closer. Huffing out a breath, you tried and failed to conjure a few extra centimeters. You settled back on your heels and thought about climbing the shelves like you did when you were younger. And smaller. They wouldn’t hold you now, but maybe you could get enough of a boost. 

While you were still considering that theory, a lone hand floated to the shelf to grab the red book. Underestimating the weight of the other books, the entire stack was pulled forwards and teetered on the edge. You threw up your hands, either to catch them or to keep them from falling on your head. Instead, you were yanked back so Buggy could step in and push the books back into place with a stubbed forearm.

Buggy let loose a dramatic sigh and recalled his hands to use them both to pull down the red book. He lazily dropped the book onto the desk, knocking loose a few paintbrushes. You bit your lip as the brushes clattered to the floor. It would have been nicer if he didn’t fuck around with your things, but he did just help you out. At least everything on the desk was dry.

“Thanks,” you said while flipping the book open. The paint brushes could wait.

“Of course, sweetheart. Good thing you had a big, strong man around.” 

“I could have gotten it myself.” The muttered words were nearly lost in the breeze from fluttering pages as you thumbed through the book. Nearly.

“Say again?” Buggy said through his teeth, leaning down to invade your space. 

You glanced at the pirate to assess the unsaid threat. He still maintained a forced smile, an expression you’ve seen often enough that you felt it signaled some level of safety. You started to turn away when Buggy slammed a fist on the desk hard enough to rattle the drawers and send more items to the wood floor. The only mask on his face now was the painted one. The ocean in his eyes was dark and stormy, the usual mischievous glint dimmed by a tempest.

“You think you could do this alone?” Buggy asked in a low voice. Rejection held him tight and whispered in his ear, saying he didn’t deserve to be treated like something useless.

A tremble stopped your response. The words fell apart as intimidation settled in your chest. He was still a stranger. A pirate. Maybe you would have been better off handling this yourself. Thoughts filled the darkness in your mind with momentary flashes like fireflies, but none stuck around. Blindly, you reached out and grabbed one.

“Yes, but no… I don’t-” You sighed. The thought you held was half-formed and unready to take flight.

“Whatever,” Buggy said dismissively. He played along with this ruse for too long and it wasn’t worth all the effort. Knocking on the desk with a gloved fist, he straightened up and tugged at the cuffs of his sleeves. “I think this show’s cancelled.”

Buggy turned to leave but a hand on his arm stopped him. You leaned over the desk to hold onto the only lifeline within reach. Fingers dug into the meat of his arm - you weren’t clinging to the fabric of his coat, but to him. 

“I need help.” Yes - you could have gotten the book yourself. You could pull yourself out of this mess alone. But that doesn’t mean it would be easy. Shelves could snap and books could fall. You could fall. “I can do things on my own, but I don’t want to do this alone. Please, don’t go.”

The plea stopped the pirate’s escape. Buggy studied your face, contemplating his next steps and whether he should continue with this improv workshop. He liked hearing you beg him to stay, but that wasn’t enough. Pulling out of your hold, Buggy clapped his hands and licked his lips.

“Show me the map. Maybe I could be convinced to stay.” 

Buggy chuckled as you gaped at him, desperation fading from your face. It wasn’t an unexpected request, but you still felt nervous. He was unpredictable.

As if he could read your thoughts, Buggy spoke up. “C’moooon, you can trust me. I could have done this all differently and had the map by now. I’m being nice, a team player.” His voice was anything but kind, but there was truth in his statement. In a twisted way, the truth felt like his way of being kind.

“Why? I’ll show you, but why are you doing this?” The question stung as you asked, but you would have succumbed to the poison if you held onto it.

Buggy shrugged. “I’m curious to see what happens. Plus, you could learn a thing or two from a real performer.” He flourished towards himself and winked. The compulsion Buggy felt must be curiosity. A passing interest.

You bit your lip and nodded, sure he wouldn’t elaborate further. It took some convincing, but you shooed Buggy out of the room and back into the kitchen. Showing him the map was one thing, but letting him see where it was kept was different. Once the door was closed, you traipsed around the room and opened a few drawers and cabinets at random. Shuffling papers and clunking books added to the distractions.

A few minutes later, you opened the door and invited Buggy back into the room. The parchment shook slightly as you held it aloft for him to observe. Both of you ignored the tremor. Buggy pinched the map between his pointer and thumb before dragging a finger along an unseen trail. You listened to the soft rasp of the glove against the old dry paper. The pirate was focused, intent on assessing the reward. 

The color of his eyes shifted between blue and green as they traveled the map. Long eyelashes danced with the movement. A glint in his face paint caught your attention - the blue diamonds that stretched from the crossbones on his forehead down to his cheeks shimmered.

The paint wasn’t crisp. The edges were smudged and feathered. Not on his bulbous nose though, the appendage was a different shade of red and looked real. Like really real and not part of his clowny attire. He had a unique nose and while it did stand out, it didn’t detract. If anything, it enhanced his features positively, drawing your attention across his face. From his stubbled cleft chin, to the smile lines that were almost always present, the blue hair peeking from his bandana, and back to his eyes. Which were looking back at you.

“What’re you staring at?” Buggy snipped, anticipating you’d give the answer everyone else gives. Some cheap shot about his fucking nose. What he didn’t expect was you would simply say you were looking at him. “What about me? My no-”

“Your eyes,” you rushed to say, seeing the anger bubble up again. “The colors were changing in the light. I like- They’re pre-...You have nice eyes.” A warmth crept up your neck and tickled your cheeks. You felt self-conscious talking about his eyes while they were looking into yours. Nervous. As if you were about to fall into the depths of the ocean.

“Anyways, that’s enough with the map. I should put it away.” 

Stepping back from the pirate, you rolled up the paper and hustled him back out of the room. When he moved too slowly, reluctant to part from the future treasure, you swatted him on the shoulder. Once you were alone in the room, you repeated the charade from earlier and put the map back in a different location. Then you took an extra moment to rub your cheeks, hoping to massage away the lingering heat. Finally exiting the room, you asked your companion if he was ready for lunch.

Buggy responded with a drawn-out groan and flapped his arms. “It’s about time, I thought I was going to die from starvation.” 

The theatrics brought out a smile and you shook your head amusedly. “Alright honey, let’s get you some food. My treat.”

“Lucky me! Maybe this isn’t such a bad deal, getting wine and dine’d. Rum and yum. Beer and…cheer.” Buggy chattered like an excited toddler as he followed you through the house and back to the front door. He couldn’t see you roll your eyes, but he could hear the huffs of laughter with each quip he spouted.

It wasn’t until the door closed with a thud that Buggy thought back to the book you had been intent on retrieving. It seemed so important to you at the moment, only to be forgotten after it kicked off the first fight you two had a as a “couple.” Interested in knowing whether the book actually held any importance, Buggy asked what you were looking for.

“Oh, devil fruit! Your hands, right?” You held up your own and rotated your wrists, pleased at the impressed look on Buggy’s face. “That book referenced old diaries and there was an entry about devil fruit. It didn’t have a lot of information, but mentioned that they have weird side effects, like turning people into animals and stuff, or giving unusual powers. So I thought…”

You trailed off, realizing how quickly you had been speaking. Buggy was still walking next to you, with a strange expression on his face. It looked like pride. Not directed towards you, but himself.

“Ooh, so my sweetie is a book nerd. You’re smart. I ate the chop-chop fruit,” Buggy boasted. He stretched out his body, disconnecting numerous joints and sections before reassembling.

A revealing trick that was often met with unpleasant surprise and shock was met with excitement and interest this time. You grabbed Buggy’s arm and pulled back the cuff of his sleeve to look at his wrist. There were no marks and you couldn’t even feel anything odd.

Your touch was light and delicate. Unexpected, but not entirely uncomfortable. Buggy’s jaw tensed as he resisted the urge to pull away, wanting to soak in your admiration a little longer.

[jgroffdaily]

A few copies of the 'Looking' book have been available recently on eBay. It's a great souvenir of the series and movie, and 176 pages of colour photos, recollections by cast and crew, a playlist, behind the scenes photos etc. Jonathan is credited at the end of the book, with Sarah Condon, for his enthusiasm and generous contributions to ensure the project got made. Only 1,000 copies of the book were released, and my copy of 424/1000 included a DVD and an original autograph from Jonathan, Murray Bartlett and Frankie J Alvarez.

Photos above are Jonathan with Gretchen Davis and crew members, and with Chris Perfetti in the make-up van. Some stills from the behind the scenes DVD are below.

A few quotes from cast and crew about Jonathan in the book:

Michael Lannan: I used to think that you had to be miserable to work in entertainment. Now I know for sure this is not true. Jonathan is such a great lead for us - so generous and hard working and he leaves his ego at the door. People don't know how talented he is because he is so natural. It is so hard to portray this and he understood it from the start and dropped right into it and inspired the others to follow his lead.

Andrew Haigh: Jonathan is amazing. He gets so emotionally invested in his scenes and it really comes across.

Bashir Salahuddin (Malik): Jonathan Groff is a national treasure. In a lot of situtions the number one person on the call sheet sets the tone. It makes a huge difference to know that the lead person is so warm and talented and completely focused on the craft.

And two quotes from Jonathan:

Jonathan: Everyone involved in the show feels so personally connected to our characters and their relationships - they are a real extension of ourselves. There is a scene in the movie with Dom and Patrick - talking about gay male friendships that aren't sexual - and it feels like Andrew wrote it for me and Murray about us.

Jonathan: In the first audition I got so nervous and hot playing Patrick. He was an articulation of every insecurity and self-doubting, mistake-ridden choice that I had ever made! I think that is what makes him endearing and maddening - he has no filter. I relate to him completely. It was like playing myself. Like pulling a curtain back and showing yourself in your most confused state.

[cagesings]

 @iocaneimmune​​​  sent:  Westley  knocked  gently  on  the  door  to  Johanna’s  room,  waiting  patiently  for  her  to  answer.  In  his  hands  was  a  book  on  the  wildlife  local  to  Australia,  as  well  as  a  journal  and  stationary  set  with  little  sparrows  drawn  on  the  corners  of  each  page.  “I  was  in  town  earlier  and  saw  some  things  I  thought  you  might  like.  Stuff  to  remember  your  visit  here,  and  I  got  the  stationary  so  that  if  you  choose  not  to  stay  on  The  Revenge,  we  can  still  keep  in  contact,  if  you  want.  You  will  always  be  welcome  aboard.”  

            she  scrambles  to  button  up  the  back  of  her  dress.  johanna  should  have  been  ready  ages  ago.  she  doesn’t  want  the  captain  believing  she’s  incapable  of  getting  dressed  on  time.  and  all  because  of  watching  the  birds  outside  her  window,  too.  really  johanna!  she  mentally  scolds  herself.  distracted  by  some  birds  when  he  trusts  you  enough  to  be  on  his  ship.  but  as  soon  as  she  fits  the  final  button  around  its  loop  and  she  answers  the  door  (  she  almost  thanks  him  for  knocking  on  her  door,  as  well,  the  judge  never  did  that  )  ,  her  eyebrows  shoot  up  in  surprise.  

            ❝  how  did  you  know?  ❞  as  soon  as  the  words  leave  her  mouth,  she  regrets  it.  it  doesn’t  matter  how  the  captain  knows  it’s  february  twentieth  and  february  twentieth  is  the  anniversary  of  her  birth.  especially  when  he’s  brought  her  something.  johanna  never  mentioned  it  to  him.  nor  any  member  of  the  crew.  but  that  doesn’t  mean  she  can’t  thank  him.  not  for  the  first  time,  she  thinks  he  is  too  good  to  her.  

            a  hand  reaches  out  to  take  the  objects,  before  realizing  she  would  need  both  to  hold  all  of  it.  her  sight  remains  on  all  of  it.  the  golden  print  on  the  cover  of  the  book,  the  leather  spin  keeping  the  journal  together,  and  the  little  details  of  the  sparrows.  it  makes  her  smile,  despite  her  previous  embarrassment.  he  had  thought  of  her.  he  knows  what  she  likes.  

            johanna  looks  back  up  at  the  captain.  ❝  it’s  like  a  souvenir.  ❞  his  words  are  sincere.  she  can’t  sense  a  trace  of  anything  that  isn’t  just  in  his  eyes.  it  isn’t  like  the  judge  at  all.  it’s  as  if  he  really  is  her  father  and  he’s  providing  her  with  something  that  will  make  her  happy.  on  her  birthday.  ❝  of  course  i  will.  i  wouldn’t  dream  of  not  writing  to  you.  ❞  a  pause,  then.  ❝  how  did  you  know  it’s  my  birthday?  ❞

[tokidokifish]

first lines game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

i was tagged by @bijoumikhawal and i am reposting this because i read the rules wrong and thought it said fanfic you were WORKING on, not fanfic you had POSTED. i was very sleepy and also i am very stupid. :)

“I’m sorry,” Julian says. “Can you repeat that?” (mekla)

Even for a Cardassian, the Bajoran Gratitude Festival is good for business. Garak’s Clothiers was so relentlessly busy with orders in the lead-up that he’s half-tempted to use the holiday itself as an excuse to close up entirely—but it ends up being worth staying open to receive a further steady stream of customers looking for gifts or souvenirs. (immunity)

Julian gets the message when he’s away in one of the outer provinces, helping to organize the staff of a recently rebuilt hospital, because of course he does. (irises)

Jules Bashir was born with a soulmark. (interstellar space)

Horribly, almost immediately after Julian finishes dealing with the emotional minefield that is his parents’ departure, he’s intercepted by Doctor Zimmerman. Perhaps the genetic manipulation had a use after all, because certainly it takes a superhuman feat of strength to bite back the groan he wants to give. (crying wolf)

“Happy birthday,” Julian says, plopping a bag in front of Garak before he slides into his seat across the table. (bombing it)

Julian is reading when the guards come for him. They bang on his door with what seems like unnecessary force, and he sighs, setting his book aside, and gets up to put his back to the wall, hands in front, waiting patiently. He’s learned better than to try to fight them, after his first few escape attempts earned him nothing more than periods of forced sedation that thoroughly destroyed any ability for him to accurately assess the passage of time in his windowless cell. Since then, he’s been more cautious, weighing his options, though even he’s not sure if that’s because it’s the smarter course of action, or if he’s simply losing the will to resist. (a day will come)

It’s a minor diplomatic incident, really, the kind that Starfleet stumbles into all the time. Honestly, Julian’s surprised it’s taken this long for someone on the station to accidentally propose to an alien due to a cultural misunderstanding. (the paper trail)

Honestly, all things considered: it’s quite fortunate that Julian is the only member of the Defiant’s crew that could be expected to room with Garak. There hadn’t even been a need to ask. (come and show me)

Once upon a time, there was a great empire that stretched for many miles. It had a lord and a ruling council but truly, secretly, it was controlled by the whims of a great wyrm, from the shadows of a citadel constructed of obsidian glass. (if i know you)

this has been doing the rounds so i BELIEVE all the writers that i follow have already been tagged, but if you haven't and wanna do it pls consider this your invitation. :3

[fun-adventures-travels]

Jaipur Balloon Ride: Adventure and Love the Pink City!

Soaring high above the majestic Pink City, a Jaipur balloon ride offers a breathtaking and unforgettable experience. With the stunning architecture of Jaipur below and the expansive horizon all around, this adventure promises both thrill and tranquillity. Whether you're an adventurer seeking a unique way to explore the city or a couple looking for a romantic getaway, Jaipur’s balloon rides deliver an experience that’s hard to beat.

Hot Air Balloon in Jaipur: Your Sky-High Adventure

Your Jaipur balloon ride starts with a comfortable pick-up from your hotel, just before the break of dawn. As you arrive at the site near Amer Fort, the excitement builds as you watch the massive balloons being inflated. As you step into the basket and slowly ascend, the world below transforms. You’ll hover 3,500 feet above iconic landmarks like the Jal Mahal, Hawa Mahal, and the sprawling Amer Fort. The 60-minute ride offers a panoramic view that few experiences can rival.

Cheapest Hot Air Balloon Ride in Jaipur: Value for Every Penny

While balloon rides in Jaipur can be quite an investment, Universal Adventures offers the cheapest hot air balloon ride in Jaipur without compromising on quality. With professional crew members, safety measures, and high-quality equipment, you can enjoy this luxurious experience at a great price. Refreshments like tea, coffee, and snacks are provided on-site, making the entire journey smooth and comfortable.

The Romance of the Sky: A Unique Perspective of Jaipur

The magic of the air balloon in Jaipur lies in the bird's-eye view it offers of the city. As you drift across Jaipur’s skyline, the sight of its palaces and forts bathed in the soft morning light or under the vivid hues of sunset creates a romantic ambience. Whether you’re with friends, family, or that special someone, the ride offers a serene escape from the hustle of the city below.

Five Other Things to Do in Jaipur

While the hot balloon in Jaipur might be the highlight of your visit, there are plenty of other activities that should not be missed:

Explore Amer Fort – After your balloon ride, visit the Grand Amer Fort. Wander through its courtyards, admire the intricate artwork, and enjoy the stunning views of Maota Lake from the top.

Visit Hawa Mahal – Also known as the Palace of Winds, this architectural marvel offers a glimpse into Jaipur’s royal past. Its unique honeycomb structure allows cool breezes to flow through, making it a refreshing stop in the heart of the city.

Culinary Delights – No trip to Jaipur is complete without indulging in its rich cuisine. From mouthwatering dal baati churma to spicy laal maas, Jaipur is a food lover’s paradise. Don’t forget to visit Laxmi Misthan Bhandar for some traditional Rajasthani sweets.

Visit Jaigarh Fort – Offering one of the best panoramic views of Jaipur, Jaigarh Fort is a must-visit for history buffs. Its cannons and ancient walls tell tales of the city’s military past.

Shopping in Johari Bazaar – Known for its exquisite jewellery, textiles, and handicrafts, this vibrant market is perfect for picking up souvenirs or a piece of traditional Rajasthani attire.

Conclusion: Love the Pink City from Above and Beyond

Whether you’re chasing adventure or looking to unwind, the hot air balloon rides Jaipur offers will elevate your experience of this vibrant city. Combine it with a taste of Jaipur’s rich history, cuisine, and shopping to make your trip truly unforgettable. Book your balloon ride today and let the magic of the Pink City unfold from the skies!

[spn-season-16-chronicles]

SPNews

10th March 2021

Oh boy, when you think the heat dies down spn hits yet again. And Destiel trends yet again on hellsite. This time thanks to franch dub. It contains Cas saying "Because i felt you cared about me, and that i cared about you too, I also cared about sam, and of course jack, but if i loved this world so much, it's only because of you. You changed me Dean." and "je t'aime" that can be, and in fact in this case is, used as romantic declaration of love. Dean on the other hand says "Don't do this to me(!) Castiel". Fandom proclaims Destiel canon yet again, and claims that Cas' words mean Dean loved him too.

Preorder of limited edition crew members souvenir book containing pictures from set . Premiere announced for July. Most likely same book Jensen showed during the panel. Fandom shook by the content used as promo that included TFW 2.0 in rebuilt Roadhouse and band Kansas playing behind them (on the left) and Dabb's description of still terribly awful and surprisingly close to the end product finale, with cast members photoshoped into the picture (right) - as always, click for better quality.

Fandom reacts to Misha joining Cameo, reactions ranging from negative, through neutral, to positive. People joining Misha's Cameo fan club in large quantities. First requests are submitted. Theme of 30k phone bill for app letting Misha text the fans surfaces during the proces of coming to terms with cameo, as many consider Misha getting rid of free texting metod. He got rid of cameo DM option instead.

Kim Rhodes calls Misha chaotic neutral, refuses to persuade him to use tiktok, scared of potential consequences.

What will happen tomorrow?

And now weather

[lentlilyme]

I’m glad I already ordered my copy 🥰 for now it’s sold out, but according to SupernaturalWiki’s Twitter there will be another print run. So if anyone is interested in that wonderful book Jensen showed at the panel, keep an eye on this page or subscribe for their newsletter! https://insighteditions.com/products/supernatural-15-seasons-the-crew-members-souvenir?fbclid=IwAR3ghd_zvFcAYGqrquBlwiLT2_YcoIoo-kQJTtSi2GZHyrI9KP4KMZgLSs4#

[ozfactsblog]

The Crew Member's Souvenir Book

The Crew Member’s Souvenir Book

[whyissupernaturaltrending]

Jeudi le 11 mars 2021 - Supernatural keeps trending after yesterday's French dub release (which took place exactly 111 days after the finale), but not for long.

As destiel claimed yet another Romance language (pun absolutely intended), the shippers enjoyed the high. Analyses and translations were made, metas were written, memes were created. Other things happened that kept Supernatural trending, like this article announcing the Crew Member's Souvenir book. It contained some... interesting takes of Andrew Dabb's, which sparked heated discussions, and a photoshopped picture that soon became a template for countless memes, especially after the fandom had learned that the Kansas band picture could be easily found as one of the first pictures to show up after a quick google images search.

As Tumblr is slowly recovering after the yesterday's chaos, one question remains - which language is going to be the next?

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

oasis

Peter Quill x Reader

Prompt: “can we share the blanket?”

Summary: quill catches you building a blanket fort to surprise groot with, and surprises you by helping. the two of you decide to test it out before the crew get back, and he shows you a side of him you haven’t really seen before.

Warnings: smut, fluff, hint of angst, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, adult language.

Word Count: 4,486

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You were humming quietly along with the dulcet sound of the Fleetwood Mac you’d left playing over the ship’s speakers, enjoying the way it echoed lightly down the metal walls of the corridor towards you. You made your way down to the cargo bay of the Benatar, your arms piled high with the sheets and blankets you’d just pilfered from your bunk. You cursed quietly to yourself as the toe of your slipper caught on a seam in the floor, tripping you up slightly as you went. Still, it did nothing to dull your good mood.

You dumped the blankets on the floor once you reached the quiet corner of the cargo bay you’d selected earlier, joining the stacks of pillows you’d already brought out between two shoulder-high storage crates. You smiled, pleased with yourself, releasing a happy sigh before setting about your self-appointed task. You never got hours like this, peaceful, simple moments without the sounds of crewmates arguing or the clattering of metal on metal. You loved your life with the Guardians, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t sometimes crave the quiet.

You bent over, searching through the stack of blankets for the biggest.

“Not that I mind the view, but you wanna tell me what you’re doing with my bedding?”

You jumped, startled, before arching your neck to look back over your shoulder. Peter Quill was standing behind you, leaning his shoulder against the ladder to the cockpit with his arms folded across his chest. He’d removed his jacket since re-boarding, the short sleeves of his tee shirt showcasing the muscles in his arms. He had an eyebrow raised in wry amusement, a trademark smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes at him before turning back to what you were doing, unsure if you’d imagined his gaze lingering over your backside.

“Your bedding is safe. This is all from crew quarters,” you assured him. Both you and Mantis struggled with the cold of the ship when you were off world, so you’d made it a mission even before she’d joined the crew to always have more than enough blankets on board. They’d kind of become bulky souvenirs of the planets you visited, and you usually kept them stacked in a locker in the corner of the bunk you shared with her and Gamora. Thankfully now that you’d all upgraded to the Benatar, you had more space – while Quill, as captain, still had his own private quarters, there was now an extra bunk for Drax, Rocket and Groot to use. You glanced down at the pillow in front of you. “…and a few from the medical supply crate.”

“What, you finally got sick of hearing Drax’s snoring through the wall?”

You turned around to face him properly, sitting cross-legged on the floor. “Are you kidding? It’s like white noise to me now. I don’t think I could ever sleep again without an active sawmill present.” Quill chuckled. “What are you doing back? You guys only left like an hour ago.”

He shrugged. “Xandar gets boring fast.”

It was your turn to raise a brow. “There’s a whole planet out there full of gullible idiots, pretty women with loose morals, and plentiful booze. What more could you want?”

“Wow.” he snickered. “I feel seen.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “So? Why couldn’t all the wonders of Xandar’s seedy underbelly hold your attention, Star Lord?”

He ignored the question, the easy smile still on his lips. “The hell are you doing, Y/N?”

“Why don’t you come join me and find out?”

He gave you a smirk, the glint in his eyes mischievous. “Can we share the blanket?”

“I think there’s more than enough to go around,” you said dryly, and his smile widened. Your impatient answers to his flirty remarks always seemed to entertain him. Which was probably why he kept doing it. “But that would be the idea.”

“Huh?”

You pulled one of the pillows to your chest and wrapped your arms around it. “It’s a surprise. For Groot.”

“Is he sick of Drax’s snoring?”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, standing and shaking out one of the largest, heavier quilts. You flung it over the crates, letting it hang over them like a canopy. “I’m building him a pillow fort, jackass.”

“A pillow fort.”

“Yup.”

“A pillow fort.”

You gave him an exasperated look. “Quill.”

“Why exactly?”

“C’mon, dude.” you said, tossing a pillow at him. He caught it, one-handed, with a grin. “Didn’t you ever build a pillow fort as a kid?”

Peter was quiet for a moment before he made a show of rolling his eyes and shrugging. Still, a small smile teased at the corner of his lips. “Want a hand?”

***

You sighed in satisfaction, wiping your hands together as you surveyed your work. The two of you had, on his suggestion, shoved the crates back against the wall, and in the little alcove you’d created together was one hell of a pillow fort. You’d draped sheets and blankets over the entire thing and layered more over the metal floor. Pillows had been thrown into haphazard piles, making the whole thing seem like some kind of gaudy, cozy nest. Quill had surprised you by rigging the string of lights he and Rocket sometimes used to do repairs at night to a much lower brightness and had hung them around the makeshift tent like the fairy lights you’d had as a kid.

“I think it’s safe to say that we nailed it.” you said proudly, holding up a hand. Peter grinned beside you, slapping it with his own in a high-five. “Groot is gonna love it. Storytime was always better in a fort when I was a kid.”

“Wanna try it out?”

You grinned widely at him, and the two of you dropped to your knees at the same time. Peter held the ‘door’ open for you, letting it drop closed behind him as he crawled inside after you. You turned to collapse happily among the cushions, sighing contentment as you stretched out languidly. Peter took a similar position beside you; the two of you barely fit inside, his shoulder bumping against yours. You bent your knees and drew them up towards you to bring them inside the fort, and you hooked one over one of his. He had his bent as well, and your foot dangled a couple of inches off the floor. He tucked his hand behind his head, looking over at you with an amused smile.

“Comfy?”

Peter looked up, considering the fort. “Y’know, I don’t think we made it big enough.”

You furrowed your brow, turning your head to look at him. “What d’you mean? Groot and I will be fine in here.”

He shrugged. “I’m just sayin’, we barely fit in here as it is…”

“Why, Peter Ignatius Quill,” you said teasingly, laughing when he cocked an eyebrow at you. “Are you saying that you want to join us for story time?”

“You know that’s not my middle name, right?”

“I blanked.” you admitted with a shrug. “What is it?”

He laughed loudly, the sound breaking through the peaceful bubble the two of you had created between the blankets. “It’s Jason!”

“My bad,” you giggled, shying away from his as he reached out to poke you in the side. “It was the first thing I thought of!”

“Think of something cooler next time!”

“Alright, alright…” you surrendered, turning your head towards him and reaching over to prod his arm with a fingertip. “But don’t dodge the question. Are you – the big, bad, space pirate leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy—saying you would like to come read children’s stories with me and Groot?”

“It is such a turn on when you start describing me like that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

“Seriously, I get all tingly, all the way down to my—"

“You’re still avoiding the question.” you said pointedly, cutting him off. He breathed a quiet chuckle as you did, his bottom lip catching between his teeth. “Story time?”

“Well, why not?”

“You know we’ve moved past picture books, right?”

He smacked you lazily on the bicep with the back of his hand by way of retort, letting his hand fall back to rest on his stomach. He interlocked his fingers above his belt buckle, the picture of casual relaxation. Your leg was still thrown over his, your calf pressed against his inner thigh. His gaze returned to the canopy above, and you studied the angle of his jaw absentmindedly, your eyes tracing along the dusting of strawberry blonde stubble that seemed darker in the muted light. “I spent a good chunk of my quality time building this stupid thing, I should get some use out of it.”

You raised a cynical brow, amused. The two of you never could help but poke at each other with childish barbs and banter, maybe even more so than the two of you dished it out to the other members of the crew. Maybe it was a reflex at this point, but it was still always entertaining. You affected an offended tone as you spoke again, even with a smile on your face. “Well, if you think it’s so stupid, why’d you spend all this time on it?”

“It’s not…” Peter sighed, shaking his head. “Sorry. It’s not stupid. It’s just…”

Your brow furrowed as you watched him struggle to find the words. You sobered, surprised that he hadn’t caught you in your joke. Instead, he seemed… flustered. “Quill?”

“You know, I forgot about it ‘til now.” he said ruefully, almost disbelievingly. He raised a hand to run his fingers through his hair. “…I used to build these when I was a kid.”

“Yeah…” you said slowly, confused. “I mean, a lot of kids did…”

He sighed, shaking his head. “No, I mean when my Mom got sick.”

“Oh.”

It was all you could think to say.

“It got… it got really hard, once she was hospitalized.” he said, a small, sad smile playing on his lips. His voice was soft and thoughtful, almost as if he’d forgotten you were there. Even so many years later, you could hear the thread of pain in his words. He reached up to touch his fingers to the edge of one of the blankets. “I built one of these one night, and basically never left it. I’d tuck myself away in it for hours with my Walkman and just ignore the rest of the world. Got to the point where I didn’t even come out for meals; Grandpa had to drag me outta there every day for school.”

You hesitated a moment before reaching over slowly and covering his hand with your own. “Peter…”

His eyebrows twitched upward as he looked down at your hand in surprise. You felt his hand turn under yours, his fingers smoothing almost carefully over your skin as he took hold of it. He looked up, turning his head to meet your eye. “You never call me that.”

You could feel the rise and fall of his stomach against your fingers with each breath he took. The edge of his belt buckle brushed against your knuckle; a stark coldness compared to the surprising heat of his body.  You meant your response to be cavalier, dismissive even, at this sudden change in the atmosphere between the two of you. Instead, it came out softly, barely more than a murmur. “Sure, I do.”

He shook his head, a small smile curving at one side of his mouth. Even though neither of you had moved, he seemed so much closer to you now, the two of you shoulder to shoulder. “No, you don’t. Not really. Closest you’ve ever gotten was tacking ‘Ignatius’ on it just now.”

You shook your head in amusement, smiling back at him. “It was a joke.”

His thumb brushed rhythmically over the back of your hand, his head turning to look back up at the blankets above you. “Sure it was.”

“What do you care?” you said teasingly. “I didn’t think you liked your first name so much, Star Lord.”

He shrugged the shoulder pressed against yours, meeting your eye again. His eyes were dark in the dull light, shining with amusement and affection. They were almost magnetic, and you felt warmth rise in your cheeks as your gaze fell to his lips briefly. You felt his hand squeeze yours, and there was a charming, knowing quirk to his lips that made your heartbeat quicken.

You swallowed as he leaned towards you, and when he spoke, his lips were barely an inch from yours, his voice was so soft that you almost didn’t hear it over your own heart.

“I don’t mind it so much when you say it.”

Peter’s lips met yours, brushing against them in a chaste, whisper of a kiss. It was soft and gentle, his nose bumping against yours. His tongue touched your bottom lip as you parted them to breathe, his thumb still smoothing circles over your hand. You felt a shiver tingle its way up your spine, and his other hand came up to slide over the leg still thrown over his as he rolled onto his side to face you. His tongue slid languidly over yours, and you could feel his smile as he kissed you more deeply.

You exhaled shakily against his lips as his hand smoothed up your thigh, and he gave a light snicker as you parted, his forehead pressed against yours.

“Apparently you really like it.” you said after a moment, your voice unsteady. He grinned, his hand still trailing slowly up your leg, and your breath caught as it teased down to your inner thigh. He moved to kiss you again, but you pressed your free hand to his chest. “Peter.”

He smiled softly and reached up to tuck hair behind your ear, his fingers trailing along your jaw. “Yeah?”

“What exactly are we doing?”

He smirked, his face moving towards yours again. “Want me to draw you a diagram?”

Peter kissed you again, his hand on the side of your neck. You let it linger for a moment, your fingers curling in the front of his shirt and tugging him closer. Peter responded eagerly, his hand moving down to take hold of your hip and pulling you towards him. You rolled onto your side, and Peter slung your leg up over his hip, his hand sliding up the back of it. It lingered just below the curve of your ass, gripping your leg almost possessively.

You felt his hips press suggestively into yours, and you couldn’t help but whimper against his lips, your hand tugging at the hair at the back of his head. Peter chuckled as you did, and you pulled away, embarrassed by your reaction.

You moved your hand to his shoulder, avoiding his gaze and looking down at his chest. You took a steadying breath, willing your heart to stop pounding. “Peter.”

You could feel a quiet laugh in his chest, his hand moving up to your waist. You shivered as his fingers ghosted up under your shirt to tease at bare skin. “Y/N.”

Your lips parted, intent on questioning him again… to ask what you were doing, where this sudden change in your friendship had come from… to ask what would happen later, if you didn’t stop. But then you felt the gentle, affectionate brush of his lips against your forehead, and suddenly, you didn’t feel the need to talk anymore. Instead, you met his eyes for a moment before you kissed him again, cupping his cheek in your hand.

Peter smiled into the kiss, the hand on your hip moving to the small of your back, urging you closer to him. The cold metal of his belt buckle was a stark contrast to the heat of his body, and your ran your other hand down his stomach to the hem of his shirt. He groaned lightly into your mouth as your fingers crept under his shirt to caress the smooth skin of his stomach. You traced your nails over the muscles, and they twitched in response.

His hand moved to your ass, squeezing it eagerly and urging you closer. Peter slung his hips into yours, and you whimpered into his kiss at the feeling of him hardening against your thigh. Your hand moved to his side, and he broke the kiss with a light laugh, his face falling to the crook of your neck.

You grinned widely. “Are you ticklish?”

“Pfft, no!” he scoffed obnoxiously, wriggling away from you as you ran your fingertips across his waist again. “You—”

He caught hold of your hands, forcing you onto your back and straddling your waist. He pinned them on either side of your head, a cocksure smirk on his face as he looked down at you. “Now you’re in trouble.”

You snickered, wetting your lips with your tongue. You pushed your hips up into his suggestively. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, Star Lord?”

His grin widened, interlacing his fingers with yours and moving them above your head as he bent down towards you. His nose brushed lightly against yours, his mouth hovering teasingly above yours. You arched up to kiss him again, and he moved out of reach playfully, instead trailing kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck.

He lingered over your pulse point, and your eyes closed, a light moan escaping you as he sucked a mark into your skin. “Oh, well, that just sounded… cute.” He murmured against your skin, releasing your hands, and tugging your shirt up over your stomach. “But, that’s not what I’m looking for.”

He moved down to press kisses down your stomach, and you ran a hand through his hair. He leaned into it as he undid your jeans with practiced ease, and your hand tightened reflexively as he tugged them roughly down your thighs. Goosebumps erupted over your legs, his nose ghosting over your stomach and his teeth catching the waistband of your underwear and snapping it against your skin teasingly.

“And what exactly are you— Oh!” you jerked under him as he forced your legs apart and bit your inner thigh, his hands gripping tightly at your hips as he lathed his tongue over the mark he left behind.

“Closer…”

“I’m not ticklish, Quill.” you told him, rolling your eyes as you caught on to what he was trying to do. “But I— fuck, Peter!”

You bucked under him as he pushed your underwear to the side and rolled his tongue against your clit, your hand tightening in his hair. He snickered at your reaction, the sound devolving into a groan as your nails scraped against his scalp, his stubble agitating the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he brought you undone with his tongue.

The lights danced behind your eyelids as Peter slid two fingers inside you; tucked away in your little oasis and feeling everything he did to you made your heart flutter and your stomach tighten. You grabbed at the pillow under your head as you rolled your hips up into him, your chest heaving. “Pete—fuck, don’t… God, I’m gonna—”

He sucked on your clit and you came, arching up against him and your thighs clenching around him. You moaned aloud as you did, too loud for your little hideaway, eyes squeezed shut and toes curling. Peter continued to slowly pump his fingers inside you as he moved up to kiss your hip softly before straightening into a kneel between your legs. He watched his hand, his thumb circling lightly over your clit. He broke into a wide smirk as you twitched at the sensation, his eyes travelling up your body to your face. “Yeah, you love it.”

You bumped your knee hard against his side by way of retort and he finally withdrew his hand with a grin, holding your gaze as he licked his fingers clean. “You’re an ass.”

“Yeah?” he ran a hand up your thigh, his other unbuckling his belt. “What are you gonna do about it?”

You pushed yourself up onto your elbow, fisting a hand in his shirt and dragging him down for a kiss. It was long, and languid, his tongue sliding over yours, his hand on your hip and his thumb hooked in the waistband of your underwear. You broke away to tug at his shirt pointedly and he straightened to pull it off. Your eyes followed the muscles of his arms, your hand smoothing over a pectoral as he leaned down to kiss you again. He dropped the shirt to the side, moving to remove yours as well.

You stopped him, urging him back down onto the cushions. You swung a leg over his hips slowly, running your hands down his chest before pulling off your shirt. Peter’s eyes dropped heatedly to your chest as you unclipped your bra, his lips parting. He looked almost awed as he stared up at you, his face cast in shadows by the dull lights above you. Your spine tingled at his expression, and you held his gaze as you ran your hands over your chest and rolled your hips slowly over his.

Peter’s head fall back against the pillows at the sensation, his eyes closing and a soft groan slipping between his lips. The sound was intoxicating, as was the feeling of the hard length of his erection pressing up against you. You bit your lip, brow creased as you slowly continued to grind against him. His hands slid up over your thighs, squeezing them rhythmically with every roll of your hips.

You scratched your nails lightly down his stomach before unfastening his pants and wrapping your fingers around his cock. His breath caught as you did, leaving him in a shaky sigh as you stroked him, moved your underwear to the side and slowly sunk down onto his erection. “Jesus Christ, Y/N…”

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, offering him a cocky smile of your own. “You love it.”

He laughed quietly, taking hold of your hips as you began to fuck yourself onto him slowly. You leaned forward to take hold of his biceps, enjoying the feel of the bulging muscles under your hands as you rode him. He encouraged you to grind against his pelvic bone and you whimpered; you could feel him stretching you wonderfully, each corkscrew of your hips sending sparks dancing up your lower back.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he muttered, watching you with half-lidded eyes. He ran a hand up your side to your ribs, his thumb resting along the curve of the underside of your breast. “You’re like… fuck, you’re like…”

“Having trouble finding the words there, Star Lord?” you teased quietly, your head lolling back, your eyes closed. You moaned as he pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“Can’t help it,” he replied, exhaling slowly as you down to press kisses to his collarbone. His hand moved to your hair, bunching by your ear, and you felt his lips brush the top of your head. “None of my blood is exactly rushing to my brain right now.”

“I’m flattered,” you joked lightly, nipping playfully at his throat.

“But I can say: you call me that again, and this’ll be over a lot quicker than it should be.”

You giggled into his neck, kissing him headily before straightening again. You ran your hands up your sides, bouncing languidly on top of him. Each rise and fall had him sliding against your g-spot, and you bit your lip, your eyes rolling back as his hand returned to your sex. He circled your clit with his thumb and you moaned brokenly.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’ve got fucking fantastic tits, sweets?”

You whined, cupping your breasts and squeezing. Your hips jerked as he pinched your clit, and he swore, thrusting up into you. “Somehow, it – oh, fuck, Peter—”

“God, you’ve got the sweetest voice,” he sat up, his free hand ghosting up your side and gliding over your chest. You shivered at the feeling of it, falling against him, your hips never stopping. Peter’s fingers quickened on your clit as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he murmured in your ear as you tightened around him, an intoxicating mix of sweet nothings and cursing. You ran your fingers through his hair, clinging to him s you felt your orgasm approach.

Peter wrapped his other arm around your waist and bit down on your shoulder, and you came with a cry, hips stuttering against his as each wave of it hit.

Peter hooked his fingers under your chin and raised it gently from where your face was buried against his neck, pressing a kiss to your temple… your cheek… your forehead… the tip of your nose… as you came down, before cupping your face in his hand and capturing you in another breath-stealing kiss.

You rode him unsteadily as your hips shuddered with aftershocks, your thighs squeezing around him. Peter grunted against your lips, his moan muffled as he came, still buried inside you.

“Y/N…”

You kissed him again, your chest heaving against his, eyes fluttering open as you finally caught your breath. “Mmm?”

He grinned at you, pushing hair out of your face with a careful hand. “Yeah. You love it.”

You shoved at his chest, smiling as he laughed in response. You climbed off of his lap shakily, your face warm. “You’re such a—”

Peter let himself fall back against the pillows again, refastening his pants but not bothering with his belt. “Heartthrob? Casanova? Sexual—”

“Deviant?”

Peter smirked, reaching up to ruffle your hair. You ducked away from him, smacking at his arm as you found your bra and clipped it back into place. “Where’re you going?”

“The last thing we need is for the crew to come back and find us like this,” you pointed out, tugging on your pants and the first shirt you grabbed. “Rocket’ll never let us hear the end of it, and Drax’ll be… Drax.”

“That’s a good look on you.” Peter said, his hands tucked behind his head. You looked down at yourself; you’d pulled on his shirt instead of your own. You flushed, but he caught hold of your wrist before you could pull it off again. “Leave it.”

You smiled down at him softly, tucking hair behind your ear. “Isn’t that just as obvious?”

Peter’s hand moved down to your hand, delicately interlacing his fingers with yours. “Would it be so bad?”

“You… you want the others to know about this?”

He pushed himself up onto his elbow, his free hand sliding against the side of your neck and giving you an affectionate smile before pulling you down for a soft, lingering kiss.

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Model

Mammon x Reader

Camera flashes filled the room, capturing the demon’s face. Poses after poses, from cute to extra hot and with or without clothes, every little patch of Mammon has been immortalized.

I was sitting on a bench, far away from all  the lights, on the side of the shooting spot. Mye yes were glued to the handsome demon, unable to understand how this man who always made bad decisions for himself and getting himself in trouble most of the time, coudl also be a model for the most famous fashion brandin all the devildom.

Apparently, his thirst for money could make him do anything and «  anything » meant becoming hot to the point he’d make you wanting more.

The flashes died down and the photographer put his camera down.

-«  Five minutes break and we’ll do the swim suits » he said before the crew scattered around in the studio.

Mammon looked in your direction and waved before leaving his spot and trotted twoard you.

He stopped right in front of you with a bright smile, you stood up.

«  How was it ? Did I make your heart melt with my beauty ? » he teased, flexing his muscles exageeratingly.

After rolling my eyes and chuckling at his antics, I answered :

You were really good ! Honestly I have trouble admitting that the Mammon I kno can be that good looking and charismatic »

«  Ah thanks ! I knew you… Oi ! What does that mean ? I’m always good-looking and charismatic ! And you forgot smart as hell ! »

«  Sometimes more than others… » you teased «  Want some water ? » you asked, grabbing the bottle of fresh water you’d kept especially for him.

He accepted your gift and took a big gulp ; he didn’t even finish drinking that a member of the staff came to take him to get changed.

«  See you later, MC, don’t take your eyes off me  or you’ll miss one of my glorious pose » he shouted through the room before running off.

I shook my head and let myself fall back on the bench.

While Mammon was in the changing room, the background completely changed . The color whent from white to night blue  and on the floor was a sort of low pool of water . Going with this set up came hoses placed above the water. Only with the materials before your eyes, you had a brief idea of what could be the incoming photoshoot.

Next thing, Mammon re-appeared, wearing a white swim trunk, matching his hair and fitting perfectly i ncontrast with his tanned skin. Oh and were those abs I was seeing ? Yeah they were ! It definitely wasn’t the same person you were living with ! The one doing stupid things, who stole his brothers’ stuff to buy ridiculously luxurious items, and who ended more often than not hung by his feet from the chandelier. But this Mammon walked past you, throwing yo a wink over his shoulder before settling in his previous spot. He stepped in the water while the photograph ordered two of his minions to work the hoses.

 « This one will be for summer, you’ll make all the girls fawn over you and the other demons will be crazy jealous ! Give it your all and you’ll be our next face, Mammon » he told his model

The staff turned the hoses on and the avatar of greed received the water from above, switching to super model mode. Arms extended and head lighlty thrown back, eyes closed with a satisfied smile. The water poured down on him, drops glistening on his exposed skin.

«  Yeah ! Just like that ! »

Mammon brought his hands to his hair, pushing his wet mane back, then gave a seductive look at the camera. Followed, was a cliché of him sliding his hands from his neck down to his lower belly, stopping a few seconds on his defined abs. The photographer was capturing every bit of his sexiness as, well as you, trying to immortalize this image in your mind forever.

«  For the last one, be sexy as hell, we want our readers to drool »

The demon grabbed the hem of his swim trunk and lowered it enough so the white hair of his happy trail was exposed. He lowered it even more to show off the very last few of his pubes before his engine. V-line perfectly shadowed and garanteed to please all Majolish fans.

The photographer let out a bunch of satisfied noise and obscene onomatopeias before putting his camera away.

«  Perfect ! Mammon, dear, you will be Majolish next man model, you’re amazing ! »

The latter looked at you and gave you thumbs up, punctued by a wink, with an exaggerated mouth movement. Yeah, usual Mammon was back.

I waited quietly until he came back from changing, all the previous sights of Mammon clear in my head.

« Y/N are yo uready ? »

I shook my head, chasing my impure thoughts away and followed him out of the studio, eager to got my hands on a copy of that magazine.

**

Two weeks later, Majolish had published their new edition of their ashion magazine and on the cover was an unknown handsome demon.

Knwoming the release date, thanks to that unknown demon who kept throwing hints your way, in case you forgot, you decided to wait for the morning opening and buy as much as you could.

When you left, a bunch of girls were gushing over Mammon’s pictures and you thanked yourself for being so well organized, ‘cause the news had spreaded and all the copies have been sold out within the first minutes of the shop’s opening.

The house of Lamentation was rather quiet at this hour, weekends meant that the inhabitants, except Lucifer would sleep in, leaving the household in utter quietness.

So, itw as easy to trottle back to your room without been seen. Arrived there, you sat on your bed and spreaded all the copies on your blanket. Your took one and admire dit. The picture was beautiful, Mammon’s skin was wet, his hair pushed back and trunk low on his hips. Sooooo hot !!! You couldn’t refrain a squeal of happiness. Yo uhad to keep those copies somewhere safe where no one especially the second born, who has the curious habit to rummage through your stuff like a raccoon, would find it.

Speaking of the devil, he bursted through your door, screaming, terrorizing you in the process.

«  MC ! Have you seen the cover ?! I received the picture by e-mail a minute ago. I’m so hot ! »

He speed walked to your bed, not caring that he was still in his pajamas, his hair looking like a bird’s nest.

Before you could do anything, his eyes fells on the numerous magazines.

«  Ugh… »

None answer came to your mind due to the embarrassement you were feeling.

«  How many of these did you buy ? Damn, this picture is amazing ! What do you think ? »

He looked at you intently, his self pide evident on his face.

«  Why do you think I bought some many ? You look marvelous ! »

It was too much to look at him, you kept your eyes on the magazine, hoping that not seeing his face would prevent the incoming blush. The silence became heavy, normally Mammon would blabber nonsense to fill the blanks.

«  AHAHAH Of course I am ! I always look fabulous , I’m the great Mammon after all ! »

It shoulve have sounded so confident but the stutter and blush didn’t make it very convincing.

«  You’re right. I’ve seen you during the photoshoot and it’s not surprising, you’re a really good model. Here, take one as a souvenir, I keep one for myself and distribute the others to your brothers, I bet they’ll be proud of you » you smiled at him, handing him one of the copies.

He seized it and looked at the cover, before lowering the magazine, and looking at the floor.

«  Do…you really think that ? »

He looked adorable when he was flustered. Oh Mammon…

«  Of course ! And if you ever get the other pics I can make an album so you’ll have you own professional book that we can look at whenever we want »

He perked up at your words and dared to show you his flushing face.

«  Well, thanks, I’ll think about it. But… you know, you have the real me to look at right ? »

That made you get off your bed and walk up to him. And got on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, which made him blush even more than he already was.

«  I know that . But I’m just showing how proud of you I am, Mammon »

And then you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

The avatar of greed was speechless, his arms laid at his side,  under  his disbelief. But he slowly  encircled your little frame, letting himself slump against you, even burying his face in the crook of your neck.

«  Thank you » he whispered , holding you thight

«  Don’t thank me for pointing how amazing you are, Mammon »

That was the only thing he need to start tearing up in their embrace, thanking whoever decided to send you to him.