#YESSS THE HAT WAS PERFECT

[mito-itokondrria]

For @red-sneakers´s post here

[fluffyartbl0g]

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHDGSUSJSBUAJA THIS IS 500 PERCENT CANON HAHAHAHHAHAH!!!! GENUINELY STARTED FREAKING OUT AND HAVING LIKE A STROKE IN MY BED BECAUSE OMG IM SUCH A BIG FAN OF YOOOUUR ASL ART!!!!

This is the EXACT VIBE I WANT FROM MY TIME TRAVEL SPEED RUN AU- They’re just goofy guys,,,,, on crack

Holy crap this is like world record breaking pace guys

[ari-dark-raiden-simp]

In conclusion I feel bittersweet feeling inside my heart at the end. I really like direction of his story in Invasion! I really love changes to his face (more corrupted yesss! First I need to get his skin to make better pictures of those changes cuz guess what! >:3c)

The erasure of Older Raidens make me damn weird because I can't take seriously young Raiden in (for example) MKX outfit like COME ON, this hurt my dilf heart DAMN IT.

New hat did not work for me ???? His MK11 OG hat is too perfect! They just give him whatever hat to put extra reward together with skin in my opinion x)

Of course I believe that others will like "new era Dark Raiden" more than me. Nothing was promised and I am a bit delulu person to hype myself in this life. It makes me sad that MK11 version of Dark Raiden will stay as erasure promise tbh. In mk1 he just show up and lose to Mileena for a plot and never returned. Ghah I just love old man Dark Raiden so much and I feel empty right now.

So that's it.

I wish to everyone a nice time to grind his skin and everything around him! Drink water or I will come and give you all a big hug and hot chocolate!

[ador3him]

Could I request a shy Sapnap who's embarrassed about Fem!Reader seeing him after a hair transplant because he's worried that you might not like him anymore, but in the end Reader goes crazy because he looks more handsome than ever, and Fem!Reader ends up making him blush because of all the sweet things she says?

pairing: sapnap x fem!reader

requested? yesss!!

authors note: SO I DIDNT KNOW IF U MEANT LIKE RIGHT AFTER OR WHEN IT WAS GROWN SO I DID WHEN IT WAS GROWN.

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it had been a couple months since the transplant and his girlfriend yn was going to see it for the first time. yn was on a holiday/business trip in England when sapnap had his hair transplant. And he decided to not show her the results till when she got back. yn hated this, she just wanted to see sapnap's hair and over the months she grew very impatient. she begged George and Dream for pictures but they refused.

When yn finally returned to Florida, Dream picked her up from the airport. "what are you doing here?" She asked as she handed him one of her bags. "Wow, no thank you Clay! Or so nice to see you Clay!" Dream muttered. yn giggled and wrapped her hands around Dreams neck bringing him into a hug. "thank you dreamy," she smiled. "C'mon! I wanna see my boyfriend," she grabbed Clay's arm with her free hand and dragged him to the exit.

Sapnap's hair was tucked under his hat when the two entered the Dream Team house. "Peaches!" Sapnap beamed and ran towards his girl, he picked her up and swung her around. "Hi handsome," she smiled and planted a kiss on his lips. "Lemme see you hair," ehe continued and reached for his hat. Sapnap flinched away and held his hand on his head. "Not right now, peaches, you must be exhausted." Sapnap diverted his attention to yns bags as he pulled his arms away from her waist.

"What?" yn walked after her boyfriend. She grabbed his arm and tugged it slightly. "Is everything okay?" She searched his face for any signs of worry or scarcity. "I'm perfect," he whispered unconvincingly and leaned down to peck yns lips. She frowned. Something was wrong. "Something is wrong," yn stated. Sapnap sighed knowing she wasn't going to let up. And he motioned for the couch.

They sat facing each other and Sapnap grabbed his girlfriend's hands. "I am scared you won't like it." Sapnap's eyes diverted yns. "Honey, you are so handsome, with or without hair, long or short, I promise," yn rests her hand on his cheek. Sapnap hummed and reached for his hat and pulled it off. Soft curls moved down his head and neck sitting down his mid ear. yns eyes widened at the fullness and thickness of his hair. She had loved his hair before but this was something else. "Wow," she whispered, she went to touch it, the velvety feeling moved softly through her fingers. "you are so fucking handsome, oh my god," she gushed. Sapnap blushed, his cheeks burning. "Holy shit," she whispers.

[phosphorus-12]

Wakfu AU Chapter 4

Yesss my lovelies, it has returned. Sorry for the wait, I hated myself too much to write, but I'm okayer now so here you go!

Chaos. Chaos everywhere.

Coqueline whistled and the animals fled. The trappers flailed about, trying to catch them, but were unsuccessful. The two ran into the clearing and started yelling. They distracted the trappers further than they already were with the fire. Soon, the animals had all fled.

“See ya!” Coquiline sprinted into the woods. “Good luck!”

The fire was slowly but surely calming down, and Yugo thought that this was the perfect time to leave. That was when the trappers found the baby boowolf that had somehow gotten left behind.

They had surrounded it, the tallest with an odd-looking chain in his hands. He was getting prepared to tie it up.

Oh hell no.

Yugo dropped through a portal and came out going for the tall man. Someone else hit him at the same time.

And it was war.

They all fought each other, not knowing who to go for. Yugo fell on the ground and saw the boowolf running for the treeline, nobody else noticing. He internally congratulated it, glad someone was getting out of this. He felt his ankle being latched to someone else’s. Suddenly, a man caught on fire and ran away, the rest of the group following, trying to put him out. As they disappeared into the treeline, he turned to look at who was next to him. 

Adamai.

That explains the fire.

He felt the ground crack and realized where they were. 

The cliff. With the waterfall. They fell into the water, and he couldn’t see anything. He couldn’t do much else other than thrash around and try not to drown.

He felt himself fall. They were going down, down, down.

They crashed into the water. Yugo swam up, dragging his brother behind him. He made it to the surface and swam for the edge of the river. As he climbed up, so did Adamai. The dragon walked away a bit but was pulled back a little by the chain that apparently wrapped around their ankles. It was the same one that the trappers tried to use on that boowolf. Adamai turned, glared at him, and yelled:

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! ARE YOU STUPID?! I HAD THEM! AND NOW LOOK!” He gestured to his ankle, which was still attached to Yugo’s. “WE’RE STUCK AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!”

Yugo hadn’t slept in days, he was dirty and hungry, and he had just fought about ten people and fell off a cliff. Now Adamai was shouting at him. Suffice it to say, he was not backing down today.

“MY FAULT?” He yelled back. “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO SET THE CLEARING ON FIRE AND RUINED MY PLAN!”

“YOU RUINED MINE! I WAS GOING TO SET ALL OF THEM FREE WHILE THEY WERE DISTRACTED!”

“NO, I WAS-”

“I DON’T CARE, YOU RUINED MY PLAN! YOU JUST RUIN EVERYTHING!”

“I DO NOT YOU LITTLE-”

Adamai jumped at him and they started fighting. They couldn’t get far apart, so Yugo didn’t even try to get away. He just kept fighting.

They punched each other, kicked and shoved, and Adamai even ripped his hat.

Yugo and Adamai eventually kicked each other apart and sat with their backs to each other.

“I can’t believe you,” Adamai muttered. “We’re all wet.”

“How is that my fault?”

“We just fell off a cliff.”

“Oh, really?” Yugo turned his head with wide eyes as he raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t notice.”

“Oh, don’t you start on me,” Adamai growled. “Why are you acting like this?”

“We just fell off a cliff.”

“Oh my-”

“Well, we have to figure out a way to get out of this,” Yugo gestured to the chain. “Can you shapeshift small enough to get out?”

“No, it’s a magical chain.”

“Of course it is.”

“Yeah, I can’t do that, but I can still breathe fire.” He side-eyed Yugo. “And I’m not spending another second attached to you.”

As he was facing away from him, Yugo tested something out. Yes, he could still make portals! Sweet!

“Uh, Ad, you don’t need to,” he stood up to face his brother.

“Shut up.” Adamai got ready to breathe fire on the chain. He was fireproof, so he’d be fine.

“Ad, wait-”

“Shut up!” He breathed in. Yugo grabbed the chain to try and give it some more slack than three inches, but it wasn’t working.

“Ad, seriously, wait-”

“SHUT UP!”

“ADAMAI!” He blew on the chain and felt …nothing. The chain did not melt away. He was so mad now. He didn’t want to be here, especially not with him! He stopped blowing while Yugo started yelling about something.

“Well now what?!” he yelled. “I’m stuck out here, chained to you!”

He turned away from his twin in anger.

“What were you even doing out here?!”

“Looking!” Yugo’s voice sounded strangled.

“For WHAT?!”

“YOU!” Yugo screamed, sounding like he was… crying? He had sounded mad though. Well, not mad, just, upset. He looked at his twin and-

Yugo was

He was cradling his hands.

Oh. OH.

“Oh. Oh my-” He crouched down to his brother, unsure of what to do. “Yugo, Yugo let me see your hands-”

“No!” He hid them further, tears rolling down his face.

“Yugo, please!” Adamai certainly didn’t know where this had come from, a moment ago, he was yelling at his brother, but those thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind as he began to panic.

Yugo thrust his hands out toward him, unable to bear it.

Oh, these burns were bad. They looked like second-degree burns, which was not good.

He couldn’t treat these. He would need actual bandages, not just the mud-covered clothes that Yugo wore. These could get infected if not treated properly. If he got an infection, he could lose his hands. He couldn’t lose his hands.

They needed to find an Eniripsa.

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[15-lizards]

hello 👋 do you have any south east asian pics in your folder? clothes or fabrics or hair. please can you assign them asoiaf houses or regions for funsies? i’m south east asian and i’m dying to see it 😍

Yesss I love southeast Asian fashion let’s go!

THIS IS SO OLD VALYRIA TO ME Thai fashion you will always be famous. The simple but elegant silhouette, the gauzy and silk fabrics, the intricate patterns and ofc all the of the detailed gold jewelry!!! Just imagine it giant dragon shaped crowns and ear cuffs and wrapping bracelets inlaid with gems and passed down as family heirlooms it’s too good. And the outfits themselves are perfect for the muggy and hot Valyrian weather but are still able to to exude elegance and give off a sense of power by the rich who are wearing them bc wealth is in the details!!

Vietnamese clothing my beloved I think this kind of fashion would be see on the outskirts of YiTi, (but not actually in YiTi bc ancient China is what I think of) so the close proximity would mean outfits are pretty similar. Loose pants/skirt with a loose shift, and then any number of extra skirts and robes (silk and embroidered for the rich, cotton and plain for the poor). But unlike YiTi there are not extra belts and drapes and other complex additions. Also hats!! these kind of circular hats for everyone bc the rich ladies need to keep pale skin also they live fairly close to the Red Waste

Myanmar is kinda of giving me Volantis honestly. Many can afford to dress finely bc they’re the richest of the free cities and a trade port, so skirts and sleeves are nice and long and jewelry is made from the finest metals. But since the weather is very humid and sticky, clothes are thinner and there are never more than two layers, with the under layer being made of something breathable. And outer layers are loose enough to catch a breeze. Since the city is very old and very crowded, the general vibe feels very cramped, leading people to wear a long silhouette, instead of a wider one

Traditional Laos clothing reminds me a lot of the Tokars worn in Ghischar and Slavers Bay. A simple straight skirt and sleeveless top (but well made and well decorated) with the addition of a long drape of fabric over one shoulder. The more expensive and longer the fabric is, the richer you are. Also lots of gold jewelry for an elegant look, probs inspired by Volantis since they’re rlly close (though maybe a little bit simpler than Valyria cause slavers bay is never going to reach that level of power soz)

And Indonesia is rlly giving me the islands and lands around Tyrosh and Myr. It’s a costal area in a hot climate so I feel like there is just a lot less need for a ton of coverage. Simply cut wrap skirts and dresses but the patterns man the patterns!!! So beautiful and have fringe and are just so unique 🫶 ALSO headdresses are very important for like religious ceremonies and weddings and such and it probably isn’t hard to get one since the Tyroshi are insane ab fashion (to me) and Myrish artisans are the best in the world so yeah

[goblin-iz-whack]

Wanna know more about Rizzo and this new brother of hers. X3 (By the way, I wanna see that jacket you were talking about!)

For the Fandom OC Ask Meme

How do Maria, Max, and the boys feel about your OCs?

How do your OCs feel about Maria, Max, and the boys?

Which canon character annoys your OCs?

What canon character gets annoyed by your OCs?

Who would probably have a crush on your OCs? (Aside from Maria!)

Who would your OCs most likely to get a puppy-crush on? (but it can’t be the cc they’re actually shipped with!)

What is the worst thing your OC does in their story?

Omg yesss Rizzo and Roze, the Accetta twins!!

Okay first, this is the jacket I made Roze based on, the front and back:

I was actually looking for an official jacket for Rizzo when I stumbled upon it! It's a depop listing, and may be one of a kind! It has enough unique touches to look right at home alongside the gang and I figured it was too cool to not make an oc to wear it!

Roze will be getting his own master post, alongside an updated Rizzo post so be on the lookout!

How do Maria, Max, and the boys feel about your OCs?

Well obviously Maria is absolutely in love with Rizzo. But she is a little iffy about her brother. You see, he's not actually part of the Santa Carla gang, he's from a rival town. Him and Rizzo went their separate ways a while ago, that will be explained later 👀

The rest of the gang love Rizzo, she's just as wild as the rest of them. Theres also romantic and/or sexual tension because I love me some poly gang. They...they hate Roze- they've gotten into physical fights whenever him and his crew wander into Santa Carla.

Max was very happy to get a daughter, he'd probably be a girl dad if he didn't have mostly sons. He uh...he also doesn't like Roze- he's a troublemaker (worse than the Lost Boys), and Max doesn't like troublemakers like that.

How do your OCs feel about Maria, Max, and the boys?

Rizzo wants to marry Maria. She's looking for the perfect set of matching, tacky rings. Roze is indifferent about Maria, he doesn't hate her but he wouldn't say that he likes her.

Rizzo likes Max, he's her Dad! She didn't have the best relationship with her real Dad, so a surrogate was very welcome. Roze does not like authority figures (Except himself but does that really count?), so he doesn't like Max.

Rizzo sees the boys as her real family. Again, there's romantic/sexual elements at play, but no matter what she loves them and would go to the ends of the earth with them. You guessed it, Roze does not get along with them- lol.

Which canon character annoys your OCs?

The Frogs annoy Rizzo but to be fair she annoys them right back. She calls Alan "Hat" and Edgar "Babyface". They call her words I can't type out here-

Most people annoy Roze. He's a weird mix of a lot of traits, flirtatious but aggressive, grumpy but rambunctious... He's a complex dude.

What canon character gets annoyed by your OCs?

Again, the Frogs are very annoyed by Rizzo. They're also scared of her but she thinks that's funny.

Oh god, there's a whole list of people who are annoyed by Roze. Less so annoyed though, it's more like they loathe him-

Who would probably have a crush on your OCs? (Aside from Maria!)

I always thought it'd be funny if Michael got the hots for everybody in the gang (Maria included) so he got a dumb little crush on her just like the rest.

What is the worst thing your OC does in their story?

I'm sure plenty of people have a crush on Roze, he's pretty and likes to flirt, but those crushes always end in them being dinner so yikes.

Who would your OCS most likely get a puppy-crush on?

Rizzo's got a thing for Dwayne. What lady doesn't ?

Roze may or may not have a deep dark secret and that is that he finds Paul to be incredibly hot.

What's the worst thing your OC does in their story?

Rizzo doesn't do anything like...super bad? I mean she eats people- that being said she's a HUGE pickpocket. Any rings or shiny things or trinkets? They're gone. She's got em.

Oh god where do I start with Roze- he's typical vampire evil but he's rather aware of that fact. He doesn't see himself as bad, he sees him self as "traditional" in that he views every mortal either as food or a plaything, he thinks more vampires need to think that way.

[crustyweirdo]

smash or pass but it‘s pretty much the entire BrBa cast and i‘m adding my weird headcanons (queer edition)

please don’t take this too seriously, these are my preferences and most of the headcanons are obviously jokes. 18+ please!!

Walter White: hell nooo he worked with n*zis and wears those tighty whities. definitely needs pills to get it up

Saul Goodman: smash, i feel like he‘d call me mommy. minus points bc he‘d make dad jokes during it.

Jesse Pinkman: 1000% SMASH HES SO FINE!! would smoke in bed with me after. i feel like he has piercings down there too, don’t ask why. definitely whimpers

Skyler White: had to think abt it a little but i‘d smash, misunderstood queen. lots of aftercare too

Hank Schrader: hard pass. he‘s a cop and has the personality of a paper bag.

Gus Fring: sure! more of a hookup though because i can’t imagine him being kind and gentle. he‘d say no cuz he‘s gay fr

Mike Ehrmantraut: probably not what you guys wanna hear, but smash. call it a guilty pleasure, ik that guy has experience. would focus on my needs first. i‘d do it in his car

Jane Margolis: yes omg are you kidding?! her style is everything and she’s genuinely so hot, i‘d gay panic being in the same room as her. definitely uses toys

Walter Jr: pass, too young for me and i don’t find him that attractive

Marie Schrader: smash! she‘s genuinely so sweet and pretty, perfect balance. hank didn’t deserve her

Todd, Jack and co: hardest pass, i don’t think i have to explain why. would go on about how women don’t deserve rights when they’re on top of me

Tuco Salamanca: no, he scares me. probably into knife play or some weird shit

Skinny Pete: yes! he‘s an acquired taste guys

Badger: probably? this is a hard one, smash if i got paid like 50 bucks. for free if it‘s with pete. but i‘d definitely go on a date with him

Steven Gomez: pass bc he‘s a cop. if i had to choose between him or hank i‘d choose him any day tho

Hector Salamanca: pass, no disrespect. rip Mark

Lydia Rodarte-Quayle: i‘m anxious 24/7 so her nervous attitude would make it impossible for me to enjoy it. she‘d accidentally insult me during it in some way

Gale Boetticher: smash because i love his personality. he‘s a keeper, husband material. lasts 2 minutes :(

Combo Ortega: pass i like him but not like that fr

Ted Beneke: hard pass. wouldn’t shut up abt his stupid company for five minutes. he makes really weird sounds during it and asks if you came right after (u didn’t)

Eyebrow Guy: i like hair but not like that

Andrea Cantillo: yesss baby bring it on. easily one of the pretties characters. sadly her personality wasn’t shaped out well in the show

Gretchen Schwartz: i feel like she‘s too smart for me don’t ask why. would absolutely reject me

Elliot Schwartz: maybe if he wears a hat to hide those big ass ears. i‘d do it if he paid me tho

Wendy (blonde meth head): seems very sweet and i love her style but i‘m a fan of hygiene and her teeth are not it

Carmen Molina (principal): yeah i guess, she‘s pretty

Huell & Kuby: pass bc they‘re silly little guys. only come package deal

Donald Margolis: sad guy but seems very sweet. smash? he cries when he finishes

Salamanca Twins: probably never had sex ed, lots of uncomfortable stares… pass

Krazy-8: i don’t remember much of him but going off looks, smash

Jesses Therapy Group Leader: pass, he has those crazy killer eyes

hope you enjoyed! :D

[naffeclipse]

Pearl Eye was perfect for my train trip! Thank you for giving me something to do~❤️

Oh man! I love this underwater version of the Sleuth Jesters world. The fish-ified pet names are perfect and they did crack me up at times XD

The concept of twilight and sunlight mers instead of humans and machines is so intriguing!! You can make so many fun designs with this!

And AAA the designs!! Eclipse is terrifyingly beautiful, you captured xitsensunmoon's design perfectly and somehow made him even scarier!

OK! But those Sun and Moon designs tho DAMN!! I LOVE that Sun glows and can light up an entire room! I was confused at first when 'turning on the lights' was mentioned, what lights? And then HE lit up and aaaa it's just so clever!!

And Moon having tentacles but covering them up with his "hat" is so cool but also hits so deep... And his yellow stars and deep blues yeeees, truly a living night sky~

I really like how you described Y/N too with their white scales that reflect the surrounding light and their black fins, they're so beautiful! And the bells being sea shells is so pretty gosh!!!

(That was a lot about the designs, but you know me, I go insane over creature designs X3)

The tenderness has me in a chokehold! I'm SO WEAK to it GHAAAA!!!

Naff!! AAAA!! Incredible work as always!!!❤️❤️❤️

Ahhh, Meep! I'm really happy you enjoyed it!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ I'm so glad the world-building translated well with the fishies and pffft, ngl, the pet names were fun to come up with hehe

I also enjoy writing mers and underwater environments, especially considering that my original story is heavily involved with such things, so it was really nice to share that and see it well received ♥ ♥ ♥

Yesss, I'm glad it was spooky and soft! I wanted to have a little bit of everything hehe *smooch ya on the head* Thank you so much, babe!

[fanfoolishness]

Rewatch of the Mandalorian Chapter 21, the Pirate:

Don’t smack talk Greef’s fashion sense!

“He shot first” heheh

aww Greef is starting to get worried

Dammit Nevarro! Just when you were looking more than ever like Los Angeles with those little purple flower things and all the ficus trees!

Nevarran fashion is a lil… medieval? Fancy hats.

I need to download the song for the New Republic bar because it lowkey slaps

It’s this guy! Captain Teva! His casual outfit is pretty cool.

For everyone who has seen Rebels, I wish you a very happy Zeb

Dammit Coruscant. Why do you have a brutalist sector?

Oh THIS BITCH awwww NO Elia Kane you just need to not be here, dude

But Tim Meadows my beloved!!! I had no idea he was in this season! I enjoy his vexation

Elia Kane quit stalking people you freaking creep! I hate her, she’s so good at this.

Love her evil-ass music too. Stop being eeeevil

And then Solas the protocol droid led Greef Karga the Herald to a hidden castle in the wilderness after the fall of Haven/Nevarro — oh wait, no, my Dragon Age feels go over there

Seriously, the Nevarrans look like Catherine, Called B-Wing

… I don’t remember how Carson Teva knew that Din knew Greef, really, but he’s so likable I don’t mind

Who you calling “blue boy”, PAZ???

R5 vindication! And also getting back at Din ahahaha

I cannot help but adore the Mandalorian Talking Hammer, that is so perfect for them

“The foundling in your charge” fuck, Din, you should be saying “MY SON” you fucker

“I’m in no position to ask” he asked, Darksaberwieldingly

“Our children” WELL YOU’RE GETTING CLOSER ANYWAY

I really thought Paz was gonna go off and then he did and I was like “ho shit, Paz character development? All righty then!”

What stake did the Armorer have in this? She didn’t try to sway them one way or the other? Does she have an ulterior motive?

Grogu still comes for every mission, yesss

Love Bo’s speech! All right, while I miss Din tremendously this season, I’m loving the season of Bo on its own merits. Also, how weird is it to see the Armorer in a ship? it’s like when your companion NPC moves from their place on the map and you know a great cutscene is going to begin

Poor lil broken droid :( Mean pirates! And they fucked up the school again :(

It’s the Mandalorian - bitch you thought hahaha

I need more smug motherfucker Din back in my life, I beg you

Wish we had more weird accents among the Mandalorians. Bo’s is pretty Standard, Paz and the Armorer are weird and flat and formal, and Din has some of that as well. But like, if they’re a diaspora, I wanna hear some variation!

One of my favorite tropes is “noncombatant citizen nevertheless rises up to defend their homeland”, and Kowakian monkey-lizards pointing out an ambush was a cheesy lil slice of delight

Paz how are you seriously so LARGE

High Magistrate Greef Karga, you are so cute and I love you

I do really love how Nevarro has been a touchstone for the entire series, and love seeing how it’s evolved over the years. Things like that are some of my favorite things about this show.

The Armorer wishes to speak with you. Here, let me accompany you to this extremely tense and dangerous music, I’m sure everything will be fine

The Armorer is… getting emotional? Reminiscent about Mandalore? I’m scared and so intrigued!!!

The sassy and scary way she asked “Do you respect my station?” And her “Remove your helmet,,.” I am… alarmed and aroused

This music is so calculating! So very Luke, join me!

Wait, Paz isn’t in on this plan? Interesting, I had assumed he was in the Armorer’s pocket.

I am hopeful for Bo because I do think she’d be a great leader? But also frightened because who could trust the Armorer in that moment? (I mean, aside from Bo who 1) I’m sure respects Armorers and 2) doesn’t know her well and 3) is seeking a home… and this is how smart people can get sucked into cults!). It could go either way, I suppose. Are she and Din finally gonna have the epic duel? I can’t see Din’s heart being in it, and I also don’t want that to happen until he’s actually competent with the Darksaber and learns why it’s been fighting him. I just need Din, Din, Din!

But this episode has me much more intrigued and curious about where the season is going, so I’m excited for next week!

[xoteajays]

Hello! You wanted an ask about Fi? Here's your free ticket to spill everything you have about her! Tell me!!! <3

yesss lemme ramble!! tagging @daughter-of-melpomene for this too, since i already talked about fi in the discord.

okay, so like i said in fi’s intro post, she is a royal bitch. literally. princess fiametta topazia cherubini, the second-born daughter and the 'spare heir' if you listen to the whispers around her family's kingdom. her older sister, the crown princess dianora violente, is a picture perfect princess and has been prepped to take over as queen since she was a child. fi, meanwhile, has always had a less-tight leash when it came to her parents.

fi's life was all garden parties and sunshine and not attending her lessons, even at her parents' behest; she was always kind of performing, whether it be the rebellious princess or the garden party snob or whatever role was necessary to fit in with her peers. since she was never expected to have to take over a ruling role, her parents kind of dropped the ball with her while they focused on her older sister. so she was kind of always just doing whatever the hell she wanted, since nobody really seemed to care anyway. she's very much the embodiment of her name, 'fiametta' meaning 'little fiery one'.

she was childhood friends with kaya, since their parents were friends and fi's parents often paid kaya's for ships. fi, of course, comes to celebrate kaya's 18th birthday where she first meets the straw hats. she's known of usopp for a while, but they're not close and if fi was a little bit in love with kaya and thus a little bit jealous of usopp, that's nobody's business. when usopp brings the straw hats to kaya's birthday dinner, fi does admittedly refer to them as 'riffraff' - though not in front of them - even before she finds out that they're actually real pirates.

kuro wanted to get fi to leave before nightfall, because even he knows that he can't risk killing an actual princess in the same way he can kill a bunch of pirates and a sick girl, but fi insists on staying overnight. that night is her first taste of pirate excitement, even if it is terrifying.

a few weeks after she returns home, her parents inform her of a marriage proposal they've secured for her, one that will join two 'fighting-but-not-yet-warring' families. they had refused to offer their crown princess' hand in marriage, unwilling to allow the other family's son to become king of their lands, so fi was offered instead since she is already of age. fi takes it for what it is, since there's little she can do. she's kind of always known it would be what was expected of her, that she would be some bargaining chip in her parents' politics. she's just pleased that her betrothed - prince hyacinthe - is handsome.

so, she's sent off on a royal ship with a couple of her handmaids and a crew of her father's kingsmen to go get married. halfway between her land and her betrothed's, their ship is attacked by pirates and fi is captured. it's the first time she's ever been offended by being called 'the spare', and the first time she actually realises she is 'worth less' than her sister. a ransom is sent out for the princess' 'safe return home', fi thinks it's a paltry amount to demand for her life and gets even more offended.

the straw hats discover the ransom and go to rescue her (much to nami and zoro's annoyance since fi isn't on the best of terms with either of them). sanji, at this point, has joined the crew. the strawhats, of course, succeed in rescuing fi and head off to return her home. fi and sanji obviously flirt the entire time, but she also gets a chance to actually get to know luffy and usopp and the adventures they've had since kaya's birthday.

after getting home, fi insists that the straw hats stay and enjoy a reward for rescuing her. when she's finally left alone to her own thoughts, she realises how unhappy - and how underappreciated and ignored - she's been for years. so, days later, when the straw hats are preparing to leave, fi practically demands that they take her with them. after the initial bitchiness, she lets her facade down and actually has a moment of sincerity where she confesses how unhappy she's been, how she's never been more than just the overlooked 'spare heir', and that she doesn't even truly know who she is. she's still a total priss for a long time even after joining the straw hats, but she eventually grows out of it.

i've been thinking of giving her a devil fruit that she stole from her family's treasury before leaving, but i haven't been able to work all the wrinkles out yet. i wanted to do something with fire, since her name does mean fire and it would suit her, but since there's already a devil fruit surrounding fire, i was thinking something more with sparks maybe? or candles? or bombs, i've been thinking of giving her bombs as a signature weapon.

bonus: crown princess dianora and prince hyacinthe!

[colourme-feral]

get to know me ask game

Thanks for the tag, @fleet-off!

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language (Let's just say 1 + 0.5 + 0.5) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition (Oh righhhht, that one time my school's badminton team won a regional competition and I only found out I'd been automatically placed in the winning team as a backup player despite not being in attendance that day) // I can cook or bake without a recipe (But would you trust it? heh) // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami// I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year (One of my only reading achivements this year) // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks (You mean like tomorrow night? Y E S) // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together// I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends (Yes, but is it good? No) // I have made an online friend (Yesss) // I met up with someone I have met online (We travelled together for our common hobby!)

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell (Probably? It's been a long time since I've been to the ocean) // I have watched the sun rise (I did this on my recent trip in May and it was so worth it) // I enjoy rainy days (Only if they are storms) // I have slept under the stars (Camping in a tent?? If so, then yes) // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote (Yes, but it's not a deep quote or one that you'd probably expect) // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

no-pressure tagging @aprilblossomgirl, @blmpff, @callipigio, @cryingatships, @dribs-and-drabbles, @lurkingshan, @sparklyeyedhimbo, @telomeke, @shou-jpeg, @wen-kexing-apologist

[fleet-off]

get to know me ask game

tagged by @liyazaki mor my beloved <3 thanks, dear!

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile (she smiles, she bounces on her toes, she puts her hands on her cheeks like an excited child...) // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport (used to fence, swim, and run cross-country) // I can play an instrument (I'm a maestro on the kazoo! 😜 out of practice on piano/flute too) // I am artistic // I know more than one language (someone has a special interest) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // ✨I have a crush✨// I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days (yesss let me stand in the downpour) // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean (guess who went to the aquarium yesterday and got to touch a giant isopod and then went whalewatching today for humpbacks guess guess guess!!) // I enjoy hiking on nature paths (loved it when my body let me) // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love (I believe the truest loves are unfated, multitudinous, ephemeral, effortful, worthwhile...) // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs (living with my mom, our combined forces are two dogs and three cats!)

no-pressure tagging in @misspoetree @5yuq @saturnskyline @no1petesimp @suzteel @imminentinertia @raksh-writes @theflowergirl @rainbowcolored7 @colourme-feral and anyone else who'd like!

[gingernut1314]

EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE

I am NOT normal about this series like

I'm SCREAMINGGGGG

Okay okay okay

First off I love that reader stole Zoro's clothes that's too funny but then THE WAY YOU DESCRIBE BUGGY AHHHHHHH

His shoulders are just---YUM and his eyes EXTRA YUM

“Wouldn’t you like to know, circus boy,” you scoffed. Having made quick work of your feet, you were now on to massaging the creamy lotion into the meat of your calf. 

“That’s not one of the things you’re allowed to call me,” he said, lip curling. “Closest you can get is ‘ringmaster’.” He paused then added as an afterthought, “You could always just keep it to ‘master’ too.”

Of course, this whole little section is too funny and so good cause you can tell Buggy gets actually a little annoyed BUT he's quick with the "heh heh call me master" which is too funny

"You had decided that he yearned for touch but not your touch."

NOOOOOOOOO baby NOOOOO he wants you to touch him, feelings are just hardddddddd

And girly I love how you described every one of the Straw Hats with different type of physical touch like its peak and so correct. I loved comparing Nami to a cat cause yes omg yes

Also I just LOVE how you add in Buggy's powers more! Like when he was in a rush to say yes to reader putting lotion on him and his body popped apart as he spun around. I don't see that offend and I really like it a lot cause it really is something we see buggy do in the anime and so yes that's him such a good detail you added!!

I've told you before and I'll tell you again now I EAT UP the part where reader says his name wrong just to keep teasing/flirting with him but Buggy can only take so much and kinda flips out cause he feels like maybe reader is now making fun of him. I really enjoy that part cause I feel like it's so Buggy! He's not very secure in himself like he plays it up but we all know he isn't and things like that, especially in a situation where neither of them knows what is going on between the two of them, it can pop up and burst out more often so I really enjoyed that!! And then the whole section after that where they both are like damn I messed up and Buggy smoothing down readers shirt like good stuff good stuff

“Well I am a natural bluenette,”

PFFFFTTTTTTTTT GIRL IM CACKLING

I also love how touch-starved you made Buggy cause omg he isss and I like how he's fighting to make sure reader stays touching him like when reader goes to sit in him and he's just so flustered but like--wait stay I need you to stay like AHHHHHH love

I NEED THIS MAN NEEDY AND MOANY AND JUST FALLING APART AND MA'AM YOU DID JUST THAT AND I AM SCREAMING AND GIGGLING AND EHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE

“Splitting up can make me sore and fuck with my nerves. Leaves my muscles feeling-” he paused to grunt with relief when you broke up a knot that had tucked itself next to his shoulder blade “-heavy. Puts pin pricks on my skin like it's numb too if I’m broken up a long time.”

Ummmm--yes!! This is such an interesting take on the whole splitting up cause yeah--does it make him uncomfortable?? Can it hurt?? Does sit make his body feel numb??? Like this is a wonderful take bravo 👏👏

I am DYING over the fact he fell asleep so funny but like so real like I would be fighting off sleep if I got a message like that omg and Buggy being like--noooo about hour fifteen plzzz yesss same same very relatable very buggy very nice

YESSSSSS SMACK THAT CLOWNS ASSS HE LIKES IT YESSSS

EHEHHEHEHEGHAHJDGJHWGEHEEEHHAG PLEASE SPOON THE CLOWN HE WANTS TO BE LITTLE SPOON SO BAD OMG PLZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

FANTASTIC

LIKE

IM SO SO IN AWE OF THIS PART AND THIS SERIES

You did such a wonderful job on this and just an amazing job characterizing buggy and just--all around chefs kiss like perfection 🤌🤌

Sending lots of love and smooches your way girly 😘😘

Tender Love and Care - Massage 2/3 (Buggy x Reader)

Art by Capitanpoops!

A/N: May this be yet another testament to my addiction to both the clown and pining 🙏🏻 It's definitely time for the titular massage, don't you think? Buggy could really use it. Also a perfect way to be helpful and feel him up at the same time fdsfkdjflks Don't worry - he's looking at it as an excuse to be felt up so it's a perfect match. Theres a bit of a headcanon about the effects of extended use of his fruit in this one.

If you catch the meme reference hidden in this installment I love you lol

Word count: ~6.6k

Warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns), suggestive themes but nothing nsfw, humor, weapons grade pining, idiots in love, a little more of Buggy being a prickly bitch, also more of him being touch-starved and desperate for affection, this time the reader has some time in a fantasy world too, you maybe probably also give him a slap on the ass (he deserved it)

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On the other side of the door, you frowned and hesitated. His voice sounded tired and grumpy. Had you taken too long and robbed him of time he’d rather be sleeping? Had he actually been upset that you had ordered him to bathe instead of asking? Had something come up in the time you’d been gone? Only one way to find out.

You had to stop and stare at Buggy once you were in the room. He looked gorgeous. You already knew he was hot but this was a different type of attractive. Even though the loose clothing you’d stolen for him (sorry Zoro) was casual sleepwear, the way it draped brought out the places where he was bulked up. Each lax section of soft cloth juxtaposed beautifully with the spots where muscle pushed against fabric. Shoulders, chest, and thighs stood out to you most, calling to you with the request to treat them as overstuffed pillows pressing at their cases. You admired him as your eyes made their way back up to his face. His hair was pulled back in a large messy bun that looked so, so soft and left his face completely unobscured. The refresh on makeup was skillfully executed and brought out all his features in a way that had your mouth run dry. The tempting lines of his lips stood out behind vibrant red. His brow and cheekbones were highlighted by slashes of blue. His sea-glass eyes looked all the brighter set against a rim of dark lashes and smudges. You were probably staring too long, but it was too difficult to look away.

Buggy didn’t mind. He can’t remember someone looking at him with awe this way before. It was the best balm he could've asked for to cover his freshly agitated self-loathing. He almost couldn’t believe that his efforts on his appearance had worked out so well. Feeling high off of his success, he couldn’t resist taking some time to gloat.

“Need help picking your jaw off the floor, sweetcheeks?” he teased. His teeth bared in a wide smile, splitting his face and narrowing his eyes. His canines shined white against the dark of his lips.

One hand flew over to you and held your chin. Buggy placed the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip, before rubbing the whole length of it down. Enraptured by the sight of your lip being pulled, Buggy stared and swallowed hard. His breath shook lightly, just like the breath he felt puff out against his hand. He let your lip flick back up before pressing his hand up to guide your gently parted mouth closed.

Feeling unsure of where things would go next, you cleared your throat and turned away. Maybe something routine would settle your nerves. Lotion. Yeah, that would work. The movements would be calming and it would let you stay in your own physical space until you were less flustered. Maybe it would even give you some time to cook up some vengeance and get the upper hand on the clown again.

Buggy was still taking up the chair at the desk, and you weren’t ready to breach the border of the bed yet. Luckily, there was a large pouf you could sit on and continue avoiding things. You tried not to let Buggy’s gleeful giggling at your expense goad you into saying something stupid to shut him up. Instead, you focused your attention on the calming smell of your lotion as you opened the tub. Delicate scents of amber, wood, and lavender greeted you and the pavlovian training from a long history of hard days smoothed out to this smell made you instantly loosen and breathe deeper.

“Were you a perfumier pre-pirate or something?” Buggy asked. He had made himself sound condescending, but you caught the interest in the way he looked over at you. 

You had noticed before how very unsubtly he had taken to your care products anyway. You had caught him sniffing at his own hair more than once since you’d washed it. If there was an occasion with an excuse for him to be close, his face tended to gravitate around your shoulders and head and you could’ve sworn he’d deepen his breath. It skirted the perfect line between sweet and pathetic for you to let it continue. Some part of you wondered if you would find it creepy from someone else, but a much larger part of you didn’t care.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, circus boy,” you scoffed. Having made quick work of your feet, you were now on to massaging the creamy lotion into the meat of your calf. 

“That’s not one of the things you’re allowed to call me,” he said, lip curling. “Closest you can get is ‘ringmaster’.” He paused then added as an afterthought, “You could always just keep it to ‘master’ too.”

“You wish,” you laughed out. You had switched to your other calf, the one closer to Buggy, and bent your leg towards yourself this time, tired of bending forward. Buggy’s rebuttal died on his lips as he watched your movements, especially the way it made your sleep shorts ride up. He didn’t know if he wanted to know how your hands felt, digging long stripes across skin and muscle, or how it felt to replace your hands with his, molding and admiring your body. His indecision only grew as you moved up to your thigh.

Noticing the long silence, you looked up at Buggy to see what had him distracted. His gaze was glued to your hands. To make sure that he was watching and not staring into the abyss, you leisurely slid your hands all the way back down to your ankle. His eyes intently followed the whole process. Definitely watching. Huh.

Going to the other thigh, you tried to decide how to react to that. Sure, he’s been flirty and so have you, but he’s also missed too many offers for closeness for you to think there was more to it. He’d shy from your hands more often than he would seek them and he tended to make himself scarce soon after your personal spaces mingled. That’s one of the things that tipped you off that he liked your shampoo and not you; it was the only time he would truly linger. You had decided that he yearned for touch but not your touch.

The thought had little pangs going through you, causing you to slow and slump. You looked back up at him and saw the longing in his eyes before he covered it up by screwing up his face and sticking his tongue out at you. What a fucking child. He’s perfect.

So, you treated that longing as what you thought it was: pure touch-starvation. You’ve been there and knew that pain. Honestly, you fell into it pretty quickly. Recently that was exacerbated by leaving Luffy’s crew, who would keep you sated on that front. Well… mostly Luffy, but Usopp was a hugger and Sanji would never be upset with contact. Nami would sometimes tolerate it, giving you the energy of a standoffish cat beginning to accept your presence. The most you broke out of Zoro were playful shoulder bumps and other such affectionate roughness. Reminiscing aside, you didn’t want Buggy to ache like that.

Gesturing towards Buggy with the lotion, you asked, “I’m guessing you didn’t use any yet?”

“Why would I? I don’t need it,” he responded, furrowing his brows.

“Well you won’t die without it I’ll give you that,” you started, “but it makes your skin soft and smells good.” You were surprised to see him take a moment to think over your offer so quickly. His eyes lingered on your legs again, and you worked to tamp down the hopes for affection it brought up in you.

“Looks like too much work,” Buggy dismissed, getting up and making for the bed.

“I’ll do it for you,” you pressed, falling victim to your own yearning for contact.

Buggy froze completely, even halting his breath, repeating the sounds of your voice in his mind to make sure they actually made those words. No way. Yeah, you did that lovely hair wash and seemed soft on him, but he figured that was mostly from pity for how helpless and bedraggled he was as a head. There’s no way you’re here just handing out a massage. “Care to repeat that, dollface?”

“I’ll do the lotioning for you, like, give you a massage,” you explained. The fact that he still hasn’t moved was making you nervous. It was a good thing you couldn’t see the wide-eyed look of startled prey frozen on his face. “If you don’t want me to that’s fi-”

“No!” Buggy yelped. Head and torso spun around, lifting off his lower body in his haste to face you. His lower body caught up and he popped back down onto his waist, causing his clothes to flutter. “I mean, uhhh-” he cleared his throat “I don’t mind. It’ll be a nice service for your Captain.” By the end of that, he at least started to sound smug and teasing again. There was no saving it, but you were gracious enough to let the fumbles pass this time. It helped that his eagerness was flattering.

“Sure thing, Cap,” you said, messing up the title to keep at least a small level of disrespect to rub at him. He was too fun to bait.

“It’s Captain. Captain Buggy, actually,” he told you. He backed up and sat on the edge of the bed to watch your approach. “It’s easy - Cap-tain Bu-ggy.” 

You huffed good-naturedly at him talking to you like you were a child, split syllables and all. Might as well continue toying with him.

“Cap-” you kneeled down between his legs “-tain” you had a hand at each of his ankles “Boo-” his left pant leg was pushed above his knee “-gie!” and the right one follows.

“You are such a brat,” he chastised, trying to sound stern and pissed off, but he was too distracted by the way the mischievous glint in your eye had his heart pounding. He had no clue what you were planning, but he was sure he would hate and love it. “Say it right.”

“Or what?” you snorted dismissively, rolling your eyes and trailing light fingertips down his shins. Unfortunately, that was a step too far; something in him felt you saw him as a foolish boy in that moment, making him lash out.

Your cheer fell the moment his hand fisted the front of your shirt. His grip tugged you in and his face got as close as possible without breaching to touch you. For a fraction of a second, it didn’t matter how pretty those eyes were; all you could see of them was anger. 

“Sorry, Captain Buggy,” you mumbled quickly. For a tense few breaths, his wild eyes peeled yours apart. You let him, wanting to show compliance and that you had nothing to hide. You got to watch first-hand how the fight left him in his relaxing brow, drooping shoulders, and slipping grip. Those fiery eyes lost their burn and his look closed off into something you couldn’t understand.

“Whatever. Just don’t do it again,” he grumbled. Sometime when the two of you had more practice opening to each other, you needed to ask him precisely what ‘it’ was. For now, you would file this away to await that day.

“I won’t,” you promised, truly meaning it. It wasn’t due to the threat but because you hated when he was upset. You started to get in your own head; somehow it seemed each time you moved to get close to him that you would upset him. The night that you two shared a hammock had ended up lovely, but you couldn’t help but worry that you were crossing boundaries he had tried to express to you through these turns of temper.

Buggy noticed how your hands at the lotion had become limp and hesitant. You didn’t want to touch him. But you offered! You can’t take it away from him now; he needs it. Hot shame broke across his skin at the realization that he had lashed out at you and made you nervous to touch him. You should never be scared of him and he resolved to stop giving you reason to be. You should look at him and see a reliable Captain, a brave protector. A lifelong lover. The ache was back and more pungent than ever.

You were still stalling, tracing nonsense into the lotion and shifting on your knees, when the hand that had been loosely holding your shirt instead smoothed it out and Buggy’s other hand grabbed your own and placed it against his calf. The hand at your chest rubbed soothing swipes back and forth beneath your collarbone, easing the creases he’d made out of the fabric of your top. You began to mimic this motion on the side of Buggy’s leg. Before you started to commit to your task, you looked up to meet Buggy’s eyes. He wouldn’t say the words, but his eyes were glassy and pleading for forgiveness. While words were nice, you could feel how genuine the apology was through his caring and nervous touch, and for now that was enough for you.

A tentative smile eased onto your lips and Buggy felt some of the pressure in his throat and chest loosen its grip. Your other hand joined the first in kneading his muscles and his lungs were freed enough to stretch full again.

He watched you intently while you set about lotioning his legs. The task helped you ease back up and you quickly took to enjoying it; touching Buggy always had your heart fluttering. You felt like you were edging on something unknown and unexplored and exciting. You had gained quite the affection for this temperamental and wounded man. You wanted desperately to be the one to soothe and comfort him and make it so more of that goofy and loving side of him could flourish. The goofiness has come out quite easily but he holds his love very close to his chest. You imagine that is the place that has been the most damaged with how he guards it. His pride also seems to be held quite close for fear of injury.

Buggy hummed out relief as you pressed more firmly into his calf. It gave you more confidence in your touch to know that you were making him feel good. Working thumbs down next to his shin, you marveled at the fact that even the soft hairs there were blue. You found it fitting that so much blue was wrapped into his looks: blue like the sea that promised the freedom that he endlessly chased, blue like the sky that has been his roof since boyhood, blue like the melancholy that steeped into his being. Red fit him too - his nose, his lips, his passion, his rage - but the blue seemed to run deeper.

Tending to the second leg, you broke yourself from your reverie to check in on Buggy. He was looking down at you, but you could tell from the glaze in his eyes that he wasn’t actually seeing you. Wherever he was in his head, you hoped that it was kind. 

You’d happily take advantage of his zoning out to stare at that pretty face for a while. The makeup highlighting his features looked extra meticulous, not a single wobble in the diamonds over his eyes. The color he put on tonight was richer by his lips and eyes than you’d ever seen it. Dark smudges fit him so nicely; they made his eyes more entrancing and the sea-green of his irises stand out. You trailed your gaze down to admire the other feature he’d emphasized; his lips. The bright crimson of his painted smile bled into a hypnotizing deep carmine right where you would kiss. Your new favorite color was interrupted by a flash of pink - a nervous tongue flicking to wet his lips over makeup - and you looked up.

Buggy’s eyes have managed to darken even more with his blown pupils. There was a questioning furrow to his brow but no apprehension to match it. His posture seemed a lot more leisurely than the hard set of his shoulders you had seen after his outburst. It made you smile brightly up at him, pleased that you were making him feel better. His eyes shot away from you, and you could’ve sworn you saw a flush peeking out on his cheeks. You placed a hand on each of his knees, giving them a playful squeeze.

“Wearing anything under these?” you asked, tugging at the pant legs shoved up on his thighs. Buggy took a second to choke on his surprise. He recovered quickly.

“No, but don’t let that stop you,” he teased. Ah, there’s that cheesy wink, tongue click and all. What a man. It was even better knowing that he’d shy away the moment your fingers touched his waistband. You eyed that waistband longingly for a moment before deciding to keep things away from your other massage talents.

“Captain!” you gasped in mock offense. “You’d offer such a thing to a pure maiden like me?”

“Pure maiden?” he laughed out, much too amused at the idea. “Oh, sure, the same pure maiden who offered a ‘tasting’ to that pretty boy chef?”

Despite laughing with him, you still gave his thigh a little smack for the jab.

“He was the one who responded to a compliment of his palette with ‘thank you, love, my tongue is well trained’!” you defended, making sure to put on a terrible impression when quoting Sanji. “What was I supposed to do? Not flirt back?”

“Do you always just flirt black?” Buggy’s eyes and tone turned more intense but not angry. You were happy to see that nothing harsh spilled into his expression with that focus.

“Only if I enjoy a person,” you responded evenly, a bit apprehensive of where he could be leading this. “I don’t play to anyone I don’t like.”

A pleased grin slowly split his face and you focused in on his shining teeth framed in blood red lips.  His words came out light and airy in a way that made you suspect a trap beneath their veneer when he asked, “Then tell me, little tease, do you like me?”

Buggy’s sudden confidence quickly had yours faltering. It felt the same as when someone toys with you because they know something you don’t. He had to have something up his sleeve to set you up like that. Sure, he had a moment earlier when he noticed your gawking, but this can’t be the same Buggy that tripped on his own feet when you offered to learn burlesque for his show. You decided to play it safe.

“Of course. I chose you as my Captain, right?” Agree but deflect - perfect.

Buggy wanted to be frustrated at your answer. Actually, some piece of him was - he was sure you knew that’s not what he was getting at - but he was also happy. You did choose him. You chose to run away with him, a pirate you barely knew, not to mention that that short time was always spent with one of you as the other’s hostage. He’d question your judgment if it weren’t benefitting him so much. Even if it wasn’t what he wanted (‘yet’ he hoped), you liked him enough to completely change the trajectory of your life path to run parallel with his. That counted for something. A lot of something. 

The affection that started to blend into Buggy’s eyes had your heart stuttering. You couldn’t look away even when he gently placed a hand atop your head then petted it slowly back and down so that he held the back of your head.

“Right,” he responded quietly. He gave two gentle scratches to the base of your skull before leaning away from you. The distance helped break you from the spell his gaze had you under. He huffed out a breath then asked, “So, what’s next?”

“I can do your back?” Yeah that should help; it would keep those pretty eyes from making you want to bare your soul. It seemed to be their mission tonight to do so by force or by favor and you were not ready for him to find the immense (and still somehow growing) affection for him there. You weren’t ready for the rejection you expected. You don’t think he would reject a more active night sharing a bed but you were certain he would reject the pursuit of love and that’s what would actually hurt. And besides, it would give him way too big of a head and the teasing would become unbearably annoying.

Oh, wow, when did he take his shirt off? Were you really zoned out thinking for more than a few seconds? And how come this man makes chest hair look so damn good? You wanted to feel that dark blue under your fingers and the pecs decorated with it as well. His shirt did him justice but he looks just as good, if not better, without it. Those pecs flexed a few times, letting you know he caught on to your staring again. 

“You’re really distracted today,” Buggy said through a smile, looking all too wolfish for your liking at the moment.

“What can I say, I love blue and you’re just lucky to be covered in it.”

“Well I am a natural bluenette,” Buggy said with that stupid, wonderful, self-satisfied glint in his eye he got every time he tried out one of his tenuous puns. 

“You are the worst,” you laughed. The corners of his cheeky smile pulled wider. “Here, let me set up for you.”

Buggy quirked a brow at you but said nothing as he watched you shuffle onto the bed. You grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and laid them out in the middle. After making an upside down “T”, you took a moment to fluff them for maximum comfort. Luckily, the inn didn’t skimp out on pillow budget so you had a lot to work with. You finished by giving them an appeased nod then turned back to Buggy. With dramatic flair, you swept an arm through the air over your setup. 

“Your throne awaits,” you said. You patted the top pillow, “Chest here-” and the middle of the bottom one “-and hips here. Keep your head above the top one with your forehead on your arms so you don’t have to crank your neck the whole time.”

Buggy began moving to the center of the bed with a sarcastic “Yes, your highness” and turned to lay on his stomach. You took the opportunity to admire your beloved blue on his chest and happy trail. You scooted to sit on your knees right next to his side. Looking down at his back, you took in the muscles he had built there too. They made enticing lines across the expanse of soft skin and you were ever more eager to be able to have your hands on him. 

You leaned forward to begin a few awkward times before deciding you didn’t like the angle. It would be more comfortable with a straight shot, not to mention you’d be able to do a much better job for him. You wanted to impress him (hopefully enough to be able to do this again), so you pulled together the courage to throw a leg over him. You hovered for just a second, before lowering yourself to sit on his glutes. It ended up being a more cushioned seat than anticipated (good for him) so you felt comfortable relaxing more of your weight down on him. Buggy let out a nervous little giggle before he cleared his throat and shuffled beneath you.

“Is this okay?” you asked, frowning lightly.

“Yeah, fine,” Buggy responded, too quick and too high. You rolled your eyes at his convincing response and began to lift your weight back off of him. He threw his left hand back to sink his grip into your thigh and keep you from moving.

“I said it was fine,” Buggy repeated too firmly, causing you to sit back down incredulously.

It was most certainly not fine. Buggy didn’t think that something so simple would fluster him so much, but his touch-starved nerves were staging light shows under his skin and his mind was running wild. He had hoped that the start of the massage would have prepared him for further contact. Instead, his brain was drowning under a tide of happy chemicals at the feeling of your weight and warmth. Your soft thighs pressed gently into the skin of his sides and the heat exchanging between your bodies had him melting into the pillows. 

You snuggled your legs more comfortably into him, and the wonderful pressure of the act along with the weight of you on him had him feeling held for the first time in… how long? The night of his head cuddled into your chest was close (and quite precious to him), but it was different with his body involved - more overwhelming. His heart ached again as he was left to take in the images his brain conjured of the two of you wrapped in each other to start and end the days. The pain of it was more poignant with the realism your closeness allowed. Yep, he was not fine, but he was desperate to stay right where he was.

The nerves still persisted though. If the firm strokes of your fingers along his calves had him holding back pleased sighs, he was sure he’d have to bite his tongue to keep from moaning with your hands working his tense back loose. He was already kicking himself for the giggle and crackling voice. You must think he’s so pathetic; how could you admire him when he always crumbled around you?

“Seafaring has certainly done wonders for you,” you complimented while trailing fingertips across his shoulders. Buggy blinked and worried for a second that you could hear his downturning thoughts with how well-timed your compliments tended to be. Your fingers brushed down the length of his spine and the shiver it pulled out shook the worries from him. Tracing that path back up, you turned your hand over to tease him with the brush of your nails. Another tremble rewarded your efforts.

After spreading a generous amount of lotion on your hands, you rubbed the moisture into the lower half of his back to start. It was a bit cold for a moment before it warmed under your palms and warmed the air with more of that relaxing scent. The lavender and wood settled over Buggy’s senses and helped keep his breath deep and mind quiet. You took your time enjoying the feel of him as you molded his muscles under the base of your thumb, moving from spine to side then letting your fingers touch all the way back to the start. 

Buggy was split between turning liquid under your touch and tensing up to keep control of his composure, and the divide only worsened with each measured stroke across his skin. When he let himself lean towards relaxing, he felt a whine pressing out of his chest and tucked his head down to bite into the plush pillow to hold it back. He found that clenching his teeth into something helped ground all of his tension there and he began to let his muscles relax with your urging hands. Even still, he had to continue biting back pleased sounds for fear of your reaction. Unwilling to part with your touch, he bore the brunt of his insecurities. Long and slow breaths helped him keep his nerves and excitement back, and he found the payment of filing this into his memory well worth the risk of embarrassing himself.

Your own mind quieted as you subconsciously mimicked his deepening breaths and filled your mind with your senses instead of internal monologue. They led you to indulge as your eyes saw Buggy look like art under dim lamplight.  You felt his form shift and mix with your hands under you, you smelled your lotion mixing with the sweet haze around his hair and the barely there scent of his skin, and you heard the ambiance of slow breathing and skin brushing skin. You yearned to fill your last sense with Buggy too, pulling him in for a kiss to have him eased onto your tongue.

Meanwhile, Buggy had sunk enough into the moment to forget how to yearn. He was already getting more than he could’ve hoped for from you, and the satisfaction of getting your touch so directly, intentionally, and extendedly had him on cloud nine. His brain was turning gooey and it was distracting him from his aversion to making noise; his deep breaths shifted to take on the air of a sigh each time a new or particularly needy spot found itself under your loving hands. He’d wind his jaw back tight again each time that he heard the noise become too audible, but each time he had less and less resistance to give. The desperation to stay calm and collected was sinking beneath the desperation to fall under the spell of your care. With each moment under your comforting weight, radiant heat, enticing scent, and worshiping hands he knew he’d drown under that rising tide. The surrender was frightening, but the other side seemed so blissful.

When you circled your thumbs right above the dimples on his lower back and worked them deep into the muscles framing his spine, you pulled the first faint moan from him. It was cut short by a tense inhale but the shaky sound resonated long enough to spread goosebumps up the back of your neck. Waiting until he started to exhale, you kneaded your thumbs all the way up until you were palming his traps and another moan followed, low and long. Since he wasn’t able to hide the sound, you got to hear every needy tone wrapped up in the pressure of his voice. Pressing his forehead down further into his arms, Buggy stretched his shoulders wide and the base of his neck up to give you more to touch while also feeling more hidden. It had him looking like a sleepy cat leaning into petting.

“Feels good?” you asked, just barely above a whisper but tone still noticeably eager.

“So good,” Buggy mumbled, voice thick and rumbling from his chest. The stubborn tightness he’s been holding deep in his chest was finally leaving him. The freeing space quickly filled with a thrill he found unfamiliar; it wasn’t bubbling, flinging, or shocking through him but instead it sat sturdy within his ribs, spreading and dripping like molasses out through his body. To your surprise, Buggy gave you more of that enticing sleepy lilt. “Splitting up can make me sore and fuck with my nerves. Leaves my muscles feeling-” he paused to grunt with relief when you broke up a knot that had tucked itself next to his shoulder blade “-heavy. Puts pin pricks on my skin like it's numb too if I’m broken up a long time.” Your hands pushed out to hold the lats that lay thick over his ribs. After a moment of simply appreciating the waves of his breath under your palms, you continued your massage and earned another pleased groan from him, this one completely unrestrained. “It’s worst when my head’s off - makes my whole body ache.”

Buggy had been simply talking without thought, so when you stopped for a few long moments he had the time to let his mind catch up. Before he had enough time to regain any of his anxieties, you resumed your task.

“That sounds awful,” you mumbled sympathetically. 

He hummed in agreement, but was too soothed to let his mind actually linger on any of his hurts or complaints. Everything was simply gentle breathing and soft skin. 

That head fuzz kept him floating through the rest of your attention. In the future he’d be kicking himself for not intensely focusing on recording every second down in his memory. As he was now though, that languid semi-sleep suspended outside of time was his personal heaven. 

You retained more of your own focus, but being more alert than Buggy in that moment was an exceedingly low bar. It meant that you were just able to keep your task going and be conscious of your actions. Beyond that, your mind wandered far and wide through scenes both domestic and dramatic. The same Buggy who brushed fingertips across your cheek to wake you also professed his undying love at the threat of you heading back to your old crew. The Buggy who placed a peck with an obnoxious “mwah!” each time you passed each other while readying for the day also cried from fear and relief and clung to you after he swept you away from danger. Your Buggy shared the mundane quiet with you through squeezing hands, silly faces, and leaning weight. Your Buggy bared his teeth at those who wronged you and spilled you over his bed to salve the wounds with fervent devotion.

The Buggy under you let out a quiet snore and forced you to fully exist in reality.

You giggled fondly at the man below you, heart swelling at the thought of how much more comfortable and relaxed he became. 

“Mmn-why’d ya stop,” Buggy grumbled. His sleep-thick voice barely made it past the pillow.

“I figured you were gone to the world,” you responded, “and besides, I’ve been at this for… about an hour fifteen actually.”

“Another then.”

“Another what?”

“Hour fifteen.”

You snorted at his needy petulance. Give him just a bit of attention and he’s immediately spoiled rotten.

“Not even a thanks first for the time already given?” you teased.

“Thank you, my sweetest, most dearest crew member! Truly you are a gift to your captain and deserve accolades and promotion,” Buggy snarked in a dramatic cadence, sounding like a play lead professing his love.

The only promotion you saw happening was his promotion from spoiled rotten to Spoiled Rotten Brat. 

“What position will I be promoted to, my sweetest and most dearest Captain?” You mimicked him but packed much more sarcasm into the flattery. Getting up onto your knees, you eyed him up and down. You knew how you wanted to shut him up but felt like you shouldn’t.

“Why, just what the most essential and beloved member of my crew deserves!” Buggy was trying to sound dramatic, but couldn’t keep the sound of his wide smile out of his voice. He peeked over his shoulder to expose that face splitting grin with you. Like always, the blues and greens in his smile-crinkled eyes messed with your heart.

“You’ll be my very own personal servant,” Buggy finally answered, looking like the very embodiment of self-satisfaction.

You blamed him for your slip in self-control.

The sharp sound that cut through the room and his shittalking as your palm met his ass was music to your ears. The moment after contact, you bolted for the door, leaving him behind with your laughter. Unfortunately, you were no match for the speed of chop chop hands, which latched onto your wrists to halt your escape. Buggy was right behind them, reattaching and then wrapping arms around you to throw you over a shoulder in one frantic motion.

The cackling that burst out of him was wild and bright and you couldn’t resist joining in. You wished you could see his face as it twisted in joy, but you were stuck hanging over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Your mind lost that thought along with all others when you felt a harsh smack against your own ass. When he received a disbelieving chuckle instead of vicious cursing, Buggy repeated the sharp motion a few more times for good measure. You yelped and squirmed playfully, mildly impressed how easily he supported your weight and kept his hold firm.

You decided he was a hidden gentleman when his hand only stayed in place for a moment before moving down to the back of your thighs. You shivered at the feeling of his hand brushing down the sensitive skin there to rest its warmth just above the back of your knee. He started walking, his steps bouncing through you, and just when you wondered where he planned to put you, your world spun. Springs creaked as your back met the mattress and continued their protests with each residual bounce.

“You’re not allowed to take up the whole thing this time,” Buggy teased, narrowing his eyes down at you.

“Like you needed the space.” You still started shifting towards the walled side of the bed to make room for him.

“You gonna hold your Captain’s weakest moment over his head forever?” Buggy asked.

“Unlikely, but no promises,” you responded, voice warbled by your heavy shifts to turn over and face Buggy once more.

He beat your grace by a landslide when he delicately sat on the bed and slid under the covers. It reminded you of someone trying not to alert a predator with any sudden movements. Or maybe a teen sneaking back into the house just before dawn. Grace leaves him once his motion stops though; he lays awkwardly on his back and his whole body stiffens up to resemble a plank. He’s kept himself arm’s distance from you, not at the edge of the mattress but close. And he really had the gall to say you’d take up the whole bed when he was going to act like this.

“You just had a hand on my ass; are you really that scared to touch me again?” Your voice is much more incredulous than judgemental. You were simply astonished by his capricious nature yet again.

Instead of responding, Buggy sent a pouty glare your way. You met it with an easy smile, making it begin to lean more pout than glare. It looked positively absurd coming from the corner of his eye because he was still too locked up to move. Wanting to ease him and getting tired of waiting (and missing his touch), you began to reach for him. Just to spite you, Buggy finally broke his method acting as Statue to turn his back to you. The huff he let out had you giggling again. You took a moment to cherish how much he’s had you doing that, especially tonight.

“If you think I won’t spoon you, you’ve got another thing coming,” you threatened.

You caught the barest hint of his gaze when he turned his head to peak at you. It was only there for a moment before he faced back forward and snuggled himself deeper into the mattress. Looks like someone might actually be up for little spoon.

Moving slowly so that he has plenty of time to object, you shifted yourself forward on the bed until you were only a few inches away. The divot both of your bodies were making was adding gravity to the pull between you two but you still hesitated. The final step to contact was the most daunting after all, and also the part you wanted to savor the most. You took a deep breath, smelling your own favorite lotion off of the exposed skin in front of you, and moved forward.

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[dullahandyke]

Ok hi dgs trial 3 part 2

Megundal is constantly doing the 🤨 emoji its killing me....

AND HE SAID QUARE 😭😭 SOBBBB oh I feel like every time this man opens his mouth I'm going to take psychic damage because all I can hear is my father

Also I cant be having conversations in this antechamber all I can think of is the 'losing lawyer has to suck off their opponent' fic

EEJIT 😭 he sounds like he came from a roddy doyle book I read as a child

Ok actually itd b more expedient to just name every piece of Irish slang megundal says that makes me die so thatll be at the end of the post

I chose the 'ja you're guilty' option n ryuu autist... call a spade a spade he does indeed

Man 'the reaper of the old bailey' is such a cool concept but it sucks that the only thing I know abt bvz is 'racist' and 'sucks off ryuu after losing court cases'. Yeah that's right I've had mid-post character development. I've decided that the thing about losing lawyers blowing each other after trials is canon

Also I hate megundal's hat it annoys me. Couldnt he just have been short

The thing abt going into the trial knowing fuck all is fun tho. Very the lost turnabout

Also I do like the idea of 'I don't even know if the client is guilty or not, dont even know anything about the case, but everyone deserves a defense' too bad iirc that doesnt reach its logical conclusion of 'even people you know to be guilty are worth defending' given the whole combatative relationship between defense and prosecution these games have going on. And like obvi I get why its always the prosecution ceding the defense's arguments but it does get to feel a bit lopsided despite all the nattering abt working together to find the truth

OMG ITS JUROR 3 FROM TUMBLR POSTS WHO HATES THE POLICE AND RICH PEOPLE!!!! Its like meeting a celebrity....

Not bvz with the vampire cloak opening sprite 😭😭😭😭

Also. Bvz 🤝 saïx. Bigoted antagonists who turn good at the end of the story who have the same scar

'Is it not the British way to be chivalrous and kind and give opportunities to foreigners at expense to yourself' megundal you're Irish you cannot be serious. Istg this fucking accent will be the death of me I cannot imagine him as saying anything to that effect and entirely believing it even tho logically I know there were Irish 'I got mine' gobshites... (autism symptom bullet point that reads 'difficulty comprehending different perspectives' appears over my head)

Oh that's right the jury thing... this is awesome

Also regrettably I have to say that bvz is hot. If he was a woman and not racist? Awooga. However he has to get there first before I get him any leeway

Also I've just realised that 'zieks' is probs pronounced more like 'zeeks' than 'zikes'. Huh that's gonna be difficult to adjust to

Also I like juror 4.... typing :)

Also I wanna do voices reading out all the dialogue but that means I have to find like 8 distinct British voices. Bvz is a brummy now

. Why is it the Phoenix wright omnibus

Oh the stained glass eye things before the cross examination are really cool

See my main quibble rn is that the skylight is only clearly visible from one angle when sitting on top of the omnibus, so unless both were sitting together on the same bench for some reason despite seeming perfect strangers, both couldnt have seen it

'I dont like blades' 'then why do you have that katana' 'that's not a blade that's asougis soul' wahhh...

Bvz's wine makes an appearance... love his little scythe wine bottle

BOOO DONT COMMENT ON THE DISPOSITION OF WOMEN FROM THE EAST AGAIN OR I KILL U DEAD !!!

Also I continue to enjoy ryuu's eyeliner

love ryuu pushing up his armband after leaving his sweaty sprite... nice little detail

Omg ryuu pacing once he puts this together ... yesss walk little gayboy

Why did they give juror 3 a sprite where hes licking the knife. Dont like that

Oh boo bvz took off his cloak... he looks less cool now

Omg perjury is a thing in this game you love to see it

Also can we get beppo a blanket or something

Halp me 'could he have just happened to see the exact moment the crime was committed? Some days are just like that'... ryuu pls tell us abt yr day to day

Fairplay keeps eating his cane... boy get some chewlery

I do like that juror 3 getting his knife stuck in the bench is worked into the dialogue. Even the people reading the transcript know that you're shit at knife wielding

Omg ryuu drew the little diagram of the view from the omnibus? That's so cute... artist man

Love it when they object back and forth... fuck yes the girls are fighting

Also it mihjt jusr have been a while since I've aced my attorneys but I feel like the witnesses jn this game are a lot more deliberately deceitful and guilty of other crimes and it's awesome. Yes boy withhold information for malicious reasons

Omg Gina? Is it Gina time?

GINAAAAAAAA YES I SEE HER!!!!!! HIIIII HI GINA!!!!!!!

DONT JUST OUT GINA AS A PICKPOCKET U LITTLE FUCK! could've just said she was a beggar or something

Omg Gina dialogue and theme yayyyyy love her... I enjoy her slight :3 mouth

MEGUNDAL LIST

Also this cockney transliteration is awful

Small detail but I love how Gina is introduce as 15 but the court record says shes 17. Yes girl lie about your age for fun and profit

BVZ LEGSLAM!!

Also 'iron-heeled Wellington' please dear God tell me this man is not wearing metal wellies

Omg the evidence suddenly changing midtrial....yessss that's so awesome

Accidentally pressed twice on one of Gina's statements and only the second time does megundal have anything to say on it.... huh

OPEN AND FAIR COMPETITION IS WHAT A CAPITALIST SOCIETY IS ALL ABOUTTHHWNWJWJAKWQJNQAKKA

Arrived at the first thing that's proper stumped me :( accusing fairplay and furst... girl what do u present I dont wanna have to turn on story mode

Ok I had to look up a walkthru before I realised u had to examine the skylight from the interior... eye see

RYUU TURNING THE LEARNED FRIEND NAME ON BVZ YES GET HIM

Oh this music as we close the trial and ryuu fruitlessly objects is banging

Also as much as hes a lying rich cunt I do like megundal I think his influence over the trial is rlly interesting

WEVE UPGRADED TO FIREWORKS UPON A NOT GUILTYY???? THAT CANT BE OSHA APPROVED (osha does not exist yet)

'Gina really does take forever to load that gun' I AAS THINKING THR SAMS THING.... ryuu you're a man of the people

IRIIIIIIIIIIIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS SHES HEEEEERE IRIS IRIS IRIS! AW HER THEME IS SO CUTE

HELP ME SUSATO HAS A PLEADING EMOJI SPRITE???? NDNSKWKQOQ I HAD NOT SEEN THIS BEFORE

GREGSON SPOTTED

Also the burning carriage... eyes emojiiiii that was cool... magundal you daft cunt

That was a fun case and rlly interesting.... it's taking a while to get the pieces together for the status quo but they're keeping things interesting while they set it up so I dont mind as much

I'll try for the fourth case tomorrow but according to the longplay I've been basing my guesstimates off of, it's long as shit and I have a 2 hour driving lesson in the middle of the day... might try wake super early or something and get done the first section and then marathon it noon til night. The last trial is for sure gonna take me two days, rlly hope mam's fine with taking me back to the city on Sunday instead of Saturday

Chancer

Blackguard (still fucks me to know its spelt like that and not blaggard)

Begorrah

Ara

Be whist

Afore

[somethingsupwithdrac]

24th May Huzzah! A message! From our dear Lucy! You know what that means, Tumblr Book Club friends? IT’S TIME TO MEET THE LUCY WESTENRA BOYFRIEND CLUB YESSS

Today we have an opening from Lucy thanking Mina for her letter and spilling the tea about her THREE suitors!

LOL “Don’t tell the girls, you know they’ll be babies about it because I have a whole squad of eligible men begging for my hand in marriage and they don’t. Vanity, amirite?”

Again with the secrets, Lucy. “Don’t  tell anybody but Jon, because I know you’re going to, I would totally spill the beans to Arthur if our positions were reversed, but I have a BOYFRIEND CLUB and I need to tell you ALL ABOUT THEM”

First we have Jack Seward, Asylum Guy and OG podcaster, who is is strong of jaw and good of forehead. So much for that “oh he’d be perfect for you if not for that pesky fiance, lol" thing. I know that “cool" here refers to being calm and in control of oneself, but it’s much funnier if I take that to mean “OMG, Mina, this man is the biggest most awkward dork of a man, he almost sat on his hat and then sat there fiddling with a lancet like a weirdo until I wanted to scream, lmao"

Awkward boyfriend pitch time! “I love u and I swear I will make you so happy, I will be so sad if u do not love me back dear Lucy.” (I make fun of this because to modern eyes it’s a wee bit niceguy, but I know that it’s meant to be sincere, and it’s all honestly kind of sad.) And then poor conflicted Lucy having to reject him and the very noble “I want you to be happy and if all I can have is your friendship, I will be the best friend I can” speech, which, honestly? Sweet as hell, you get a point, Mr. Seward. (Which is perhaps the only point I am willing to award you for anything in this novel.)

This whole thing with Lucy having a good cry over having to hurt him by rejecting him is actually pretty sad and I just want the Lucy Westenra Boyfriend Club to pull itself together already. Later, though.

And  now, introducing suitor number two, MISTER QUINCEY P. MORRIS, AMERICAN COWBOY FROM TEXAS. He absolutely definitely speaks like a real authentic Texan and Bram Stoker absolutely definitely had spoken to Americans before writing this man’s character. (I snark, but only because I love Quincey as a character.) Quincey is an absolute gem of a man who knows how to sweet talk a girl and is 100% the guy this was made for:

He is young and fresh faced and charming, and ALSO knows how to take rejection gracefully, which puts him miles above at least 75% of modern dude characters. Lucy is like, “alas, my totally hot and very eligible American suitor, as I told Mr. Seward, I am in love with Arthur already” with genuine regret, and poor sweet Quincey is just

‘I understand little darlin’, I love you and want the best for you and we can still be friends, because friendship is valuable too.’ You also get a point, Mr. Morris. YEEHAW.

And then he joins Lucy’s Boyfriend Club with Arthur and Jack because Lucy Westenra (I keep typing Lucky, lol) is a damn smart woman and she is going to have all the boyfriends she wants.

Last, of course, is Arthur, who is...Arthur. Curly of hair and kind of heart, already engaged, betrothed, and affianced to our dear Lucy. Does this make him president of the Boyfriend Club? IDK, maybe?

“Why can’t they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble?”

YOU DON’T NEED MARRIAGE, GIRL, YOU JUST GO FORM THAT POLYCULE AND GET ALL OF THOSE VERY HANDSOME AND ELIGIBLE MEN.

(Sidenote: I love ‘I know what I would do...no I don’t’ and ‘A man always finds a girl alone...no he doesn’t’. It’s such stream of consciousness writing and I love that about Lucy.)

I cannot WAIT to see our friend Mina’s response to this. I know I am absolutely bursting to hear more about the Boyfriend Club.

(Sidenote number two: JFC, talk about mood whiplash. We go from Jonathan being in several flavours of mortal peril with a definite end date for his life to Mina and Lucy having a grand time talking about Boyfriend Club. It’s jarring, and it’s meant to be, and also, I think, necessary for keeping the tension up.)