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jacobseed · 8 months ago
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DESTINY CALLED LIKE THE WIND OF A STORM - A CRY FOR HELP ONLY SHE COULD HEAR. she defied the council, no longer willing to plead with them to see reason. nezena felt a call to bring to light what was happening in the undercity and to help the people there, but her presence wasn't as welcomed as she thought it would be and she was left with the choice of running home or adapting to survive the knives resting at her throat.
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vaguely-concerned · 19 days ago
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the way harding goes in so aggro on lucanis right off the bat (lmao I love you too harding it's good to know you always have my back❤️️I am trying to score here tho sooo pls don't actually shoot him maybe?) and then fairly quickly she's clearly like '...oh no he's like. sad sad huh :(' hfhaskjfa. one (1) nice solid sensible fereldan girl saddled with the burden of having to rep the southern attitude towards spirits in a sea of mourn watchers and other assorted freaks and doing her damn best to be firm but fair even so. I love these two so much tho, the way their friendship develops is everything. he makes her a guard in his mind because he trusts that she would never let anything out that could hurt someone he loves, he knows she WOULD use the arrow. and she knows it wouldn't even be his fault if she had to..... the early phase here is such a mutual state of 'you know what. that's incredibly fucked up and also incredibly sweet'
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cherry-bomb-ships · 1 year ago
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Followers, help... Earlier today as I was getting ready for work... I found MULTIPLE gray hairs 💀💀💀💀 I AM TOO YOUNG FOR THISSSSSS
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captain-jacks-coat · 8 months ago
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Today I discovered that like half my friend group had said some pretty mean things about me. It kinda hurt.
Then I remembered I actually don't give a shit because I HAVE A BEST FRIEND AND GOOD OMENS S3 STARTS SHOOTING IN JANUARY AND I DON'T NEED THEM WHEN I HAVE DAISY AND QUEER CONTENT
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spoopy-sloth · 11 months ago
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How am I supposed to be normal when my head is buzzing thinking about Poor Things?!
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c-duceusclay · 11 months ago
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JESTER MY LOOOOOOOOOOOVE!!!!!!!
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annthehumanarts · 1 year ago
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Little WIP
I have finally been able to get some concept art done for one my Sacrarium ocs, here’s a little peek at the concept for my Gelus MC OC Aurora. I’m also working on my Pario OC as well. Although I’m having some trouble with the clothing so who knows when he’ll have his profile done.
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kavehater · 4 months ago
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Lord give me energy today eueueue
#dora daily#sm things piling up but my brain says NO#I can’t even do basic things 😭#it’s genuinely so hard to talk to others#aaaaaaah#the reason is bc I’ve forced myself into contentment with the prospect of being alone cause there’s just so much I can do that would bring#me joy in solitude but#that’s what I’ve always been doing part of the reason I talk a lot is bc that’s how I am in my head#like things firing at 100miles per second bc that’s how I used to keep myself entertained when I was younger#when everyone would have buddies and I wouldn’t#and it works now bc everyone takes ten business days to reply that it’s completely made me genuinely grossed out of social interaction#but I can’t live in La La land forever#pls if only kaveh existed I wouldn’t need another means of socialisation eueeuue#everyone is so impossible to understand; coming from a girl who has always been called utterly INSANE for how hard she hyper focuses on#small cues and signals and detecting discomfort and whatnot. I turn my brain off for one second and yet again the same shit happens it’s so#unfair that everyone can be relaxed and I ought to be on high alert 24/7#I also find it hilarious and pathetic when people pretend to be people smart but they’re really not … it’s genuinely embarrassing#like bitch when you get to my level then we will talk istg …#Istg if this is the autism thing everyone’s been telling me im screwed cause#I don’t want yet another issue#but it’d make sense like how people seem to draw away despite there being nothing wrong with me#how people tend to agree with everything someone else says but the moment I do it it’s heinous#how I have physically had to learn social cues and trial and error#with the errors altering my brain chemistry#that unwavering sense of justice that makes me so very uncomfortable if not fulfilled that I shut up about so I can actually hold down#friends. God knows how every interaction I have with a person is so orchestrated so almost artificial and ‘yes-man’ core that I don’t even#believe said person likes ME bc idek who I am and bc if I don’t agree w#everything no matter how many times someone says I won’t get mad …. trust me they do they’re all liars and manipulators even if they don’t#intend to#the scary fascinations I’ve had when younger
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akumanoken · 2 years ago
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time for the cooking.... also to find my amiibo chips and hope that I get some rupees because a bitch can't be running around topless forever how else is Paya supposed to focus??
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lunaetis · 2 years ago
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@tragidies asked :
‘oh, kasane.’ seto waves her down, setting a bag of homemade chocolates in her hands when she comes to a stop, along with a note inside with a location and time. it was white day, after all, weren’t you supposed to give something to the girl you like ?? seto’s free hand comes up to ruffle her hair once more with a smile.
‘good luck out there.’
WHITE DAY. ( unprompted. ) || always accepting
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─「カサネ」─  the OSF OFFICER was on her way back from the recent mission and about to head for the headquarter for report when a familiar sight caught her attention. there was a skip of beat that came almost instinctively when it was him before her. CRIMSON hues blinked up at him, almost curiously so. a ... paperbag ?
                " ... for me ... ? " it was as clear as day that the CADET had little to no idea what this was for. something smelled rather sweet, though, and her cheeks tinted the moment she felt his warmth ruffling through her white locks. and her heart did another skip of a beat. her cheeks were hot —
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                " thank you, seto-san. i — " not that she got the chance to actually finished the sentence itself as her platoon members were calling for her. she gave a reluctant look towards the commander, before bowing her head in both gratitude and apology. she wanted to be able to talk to him more, but she had her own duties to follow. " i must submit the report for the recent mission. thank you again, for this. "
                her fingers gripped upon the bag, and with yet another bow, she rushed off towards the HEADQUARTER.
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                it was several hours later that the female was seen running through the street of NEW HIMUKA, almost as though she was chasing the others in quick pursuit. it wasn't the case, however. footsteps echoed and breaths were labored. she was running at top speed as though her life depended on it.
                if it weren't for arashi, she still wouldn't realize the whole concept of this day. stupid, stupid, stupid kasane !
                when she turned the corner, the OSF OFFICER was greeted with the sight of him still seated there, right where the note had indicated while her heart thumped loudly. the quickened pace of the organ in her left chest wasn't only induced by the fact that she had been running nonstop for the past fifteen minutes, no. most of it came from the fact that she was educated on what his gift meant and his presence there, still waiting.
                " seto ... san ... " panting harshly, she had to take a moment to catch her breath, feeling her head a little light at the rush of blood and the realization slapped onto her forehead by her senior. what an idiot she is.
                " i'm sorry ... to keep you waiting. " please don't hate me for it.
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faustinio27 · 5 months ago
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OMG YOU WERE SO FAST FOR COLORING IT 💙 That's right guys, Ida used puppy eyes on Faustine, and now she'll beliving her and protecting her at any cost 😎 Sorry Seb, but between Ida and you, you definitely looks the most suspicious of two... 👀
Also yes I know all the plot bc I have 💅✨️friend privilege✨️💅 aka I can see Ida and Seb's world crumbling before everyone 🥲🥲🥲
FINALLY I can post it since you have the context
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The old sketches I made to @faustinio27 meanwhile I was only writing the plot, imagining how Faustine would protect Ida in front of Seb without knowing everything 🥺
The joke is, back then Faust had already known plenty enough about the main plot 🤭
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bitchimasnake-sss · 6 months ago
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screaming crying sobbing please give us more of tennis!au zoro, need to see him being a cocky little shit but also groveling to properly get back with reader (good luck buddy).
absolutely loved your writing for that idea and can’t wait to see your other au’s, esp if they’re this creative and not the “obvious” ones (i.e. didn’t see zoro as a tennis player but now i do).
keep up the amazing writing 💋💋
aaaAAAAH THE WAY I WAS WAITING FOR ANYONE TO REQUEST A PART TWO DESPERATELY 😚 AND TYSM POOKIE FOR BEING SO KIND AND SAYING SUCH NICE STUFF ABOUT ME. I HAD A ROUGH DAY 😭😭. ILYSM HOPE YOU GET A HUG FROM SOMEBODY YOU LOVE SOON!
bitchimasnake-sss presents: the one piece AUs
02. what kind of a pr stunt is this?! ft. roronoa zoro
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set-up: part 02 to my badminton player!zoro au lol. you can find that here! (i recommend you read that first!) exes are exes for a reason. right? right. then why were you pretending to be in love with the same man that broke your heart five years ago? what kind of publicity stunt is this? and more importantly, is it worth your sanity? warnings: dumb people, even dumber plot by me! NOT PROOFREAD SO IM SORRY FOR TYPOS. includes heavy angst towards the end, fake dating shenanigans. zoro is a pain. and smut (hehe u nasty). nsfw thoughts include cuddle fucking (wow, my demons made me write it), penetration, teasing, dirty talk, a little bit of bimbofication. GIRL NEVER LET A MAN RUIN YOUR CAREER!! wc: 9.6k m.list
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26th of august, 9:53 p.m.
"i do not fucking get it." your gaze followed the movements of the shuttle as it moved from the blue-haired girl to your coach, nico robin.
"well," the voice through the speaker was eerily calm for the man that was uttering them, "that's the thing, you don't have to get it. i talked to nami-swan~" and you could practically hear the drool and the heart-eyes in your manager's voice.
"nami-swan?" you leaned back, your back hitting the blue seat in the audience.
the practice court was empty, only haunted by the sounds of air being sliced and shuttles being compromised one after the other for the sake of the game. only three people remained: you, vivi — your partner in the upcoming women's doubles — and coach robin, the former number one in female category. you stared at the court, eyes still following the movements of the shuttle, the phone in your hand and the contact vinsmoke sanji on speaker.
vivi heaved out a trembling breath before hitting a particularly hard stroke, and your eyes widened, awestruck, as coach robin easily defended the oncoming strike. sometimes, you wondered, if your coach had the power to summon more hands.
your practice session was over, and you sat, catching your breath as the man broke you out of your daze, "oh, don't be jealous! you are ever more radiant, more gorgeous—"
"—get to the point, sanji."
"ofcourse." he cooed, "see, you hate roronoa zoro, correct?"
your breath hitched, but you nodded nonetheless, "correct."
"you do not wish to see him again, correct?"
"correct."
"and from what i gather, he isn't fond of you, either. right?"
ouch. "yeah."
"perfect! so this is the most brilliant plan! you just have to pretend to be with him just for a few months—"
"—months, sanji?" your eyes widened, as you subconsciously sat up straight at the idea of having to endure that moss-headed bastard for several months.
"oh, it's not as bad as it sounds!" he tried to defend, "just think about the end goal. after pretending for a few months, you both "break up", and then you have to literally never think about him or see him ever again. how wonderful, isn't it?" his voice swooned, "nami-swan is pretty smart~"
and you slumped backwards at the explanation. months of torture? would it even be worth it? probably not. you rubbed your temple, trying to fend off a budding headache, "we're sportsmen. we are supposed to focus on sports, what the fuck is up with this pr stunt?"
"you and him are sportsmen, correct." you could hear him take a drag of his cigarette, "but me and nami-swan are your managers. you both are at the peak of your respective careers, and sports is a fickle thing, my love. you know that."
"i do but—"
"darling, your job is to play. mine is to ensure that the next brand ambassador for nike is you."
you sighed, hell-bent on finding flaws in the situation, "and dating roronoa does that for me?"
"not exactly," he blew out the smoke, "but once you are through with him, imagine the amount of sympathy you gain? there'd be fan-edits of you on tiktok and comment section full of go girlboss! he doesn't deserve you~" he paused, letting you get used to the opportunity, "we use that, we built you up as an even bigger brand. you. the kind of girl that battled heartache in the spotlight."
you could hear the smile in his cashmere words, "and won."
this situation seemed too good. how would all of that fall in your favour? god is never that kind. never to you, atleast.
"and what does roronoa gain from this? did nami-swan tell you anything about that?" you stood up, waving goodbye to robin and vivi and picking up your duffel bag. as you walked through the hallway, your voice echoed and came to you, "sure as fuck, he's not walking away from this situation without winning something himself, right?"
"who knows?" sanji laughed, "that's upto that moss-head and that ever-radiant goddess—" sanji cleared his throat, "uh— for nami-swan to figure out. not you. i'm focused on you, love."
you sighed as you pushed the glass door to the practice complex open. stepping out, the night air felt cool against your sweat-covered neck and back. as you walked to your car, you caught sight of a certain man. why.
"he's here." you spoke into the phone, a slight panic building up in your bones as you deliberately slowed down, "why is he here?"
"roronoa?" sanji asked, and a certain twinge in his voice made your stomach coil inwards, "good luck, love."
"wait sanj—" beep. he cut the call. that bastard. men cannot be trusted, after all.
"hey there." his voice was akin to nails on chalkboard.
why. why was roronoa zoro here?! standing outside your practice court, in front of your car, pretending to be your boyfriend. with a relaxed grin on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hands, at that too!
you gaze danced around, trying to spot paparazzi in your peripheral vision as you walked up to your car. but the parking seemed empty, and part of you wondered if roronoa zoro just enjoyed annoying the shit out of you. possibly.
as you reached him, the man wrapped his free arm around you, his voice next to your ear, "there's paps here, just play along."
you pulled back, your features twisted into a frown, "i cannot see anyone."
he pressed a soft kiss to your temple and you recoiled back instinctively, muttering out a feeble, "'m sweaty, don't do that."
"i've seen you worse."
the fuck does that mean? he wants to throw hands in this parking lot, huh? is that it? you can take him, though. ofc.
but before you could battle it out, he craned his neck, trying to scan for the paps that he was so sure were around. his eyes fixated on a certain car, and he slowly nodded in that direction, "found 'em. see."
you turned back slowly, only to find out two guys — some twenty years or so — with a camera out, pretending to be nonchalant. as if being out on a random sports complex at ten in the night was normal behaviour.
your mouth went sour, but you dragged your gaze up at zoro anyways. being under observation, your fingers reached for his and you interlocked them. your words though? just plain cruel. "fine." you huffed out, "get in the car, roronoa."
"of course," he shoved the bouquet towards you, "for you, by the way."
you grabbed the bunch of flowers recklessly, having no regard for them, "nami-swan gave them to you?"
"swan?" his eyebrows furrowed as you walked to the drivers side, "nami, yes. swan, no."
you unlocked the car, throwing the duffel to the backseat and getting in. zoro followed suit, getting in the passenger seat. you turned on the engine wordlessly and within a few minutes you were driving the car out of the parking complex.
"do you—"
"no." you pressed the touchscreen, trying to put on your playlist to avoid talking to him, "we don't need to talk. just sit."
he leaned back into the passengers seat, huffing out a soft, "'was jus' asking if you ate or not, woman." he shrugged, "i didn't, so, we could go get some—"
"—don't care. and what i do is none of your concern." the street lights painted the barren, concrete roads a subtle orange. the moon hung low in the night sky, and you pressed the accelerator harder.
"it kinda is. we're dating." a self-satisfying grin made to his lips at the mention of the word. his arms came up to rest behind his head, and he looked at you sideways.
your foot pressed down at the accelerator impossibly harder, hands gripping for dear life onto the steering wheel, eyes narrowing at the road as. you grit out, "not your girlfriend. not dating."
he laughed anyways, finding some amusement in your misery, "you're no fun."
"die, roronoa."
"we both might with the way you're driving." he looked out the window, the city outside a mere blur of lights as you cruised down the empty highways to make it back to his home.
"why am i even living at your place, still?" you mumbled into the steering wheel, slowing down begrudgingly. and he replied back coolly, "cause dad likes you more than he likes me."
"hah!" a grin made to your lips. you looked over at him for a microsecond, and looked away immediately lest he looked back at you, "so glad we both finally agree about something."
"yeah." roronoa zoro breathed out slowly, staring at the way the overhead orange lights casted shadows across your pretty face. your hair was pulled back into a messy bun, pretty eyes on the road, and flushed face breaking his heart for the nth time.
flushed face, huh? he cleared his throat, eyes drifting down to his lap, "d- d'you wanna like talk about that... night?"
he didn't miss the way your hands clutched the steering wheels tighter, and a furious blush blossomed across your face as you stuttered out, "no! there's no-nothing to discuss."
he looked away from you, eyes zeroing on the flickering lights of towering skyscrapers far away, "see, 'nother thing we agree on."
but the blush on your face refused to die down, so you just choked out a soft, "shut up, roronoa."
a smile tugged at his lips at your crumbling words, "yes ma'am."
"and stop calling me ma'am!"
10:34 p.m.
"ah, you're back. how wonderful." mihawk's eyes stayed trained on the news on the screen, a glass of wine in his hands. monotonously, he asked, "how are the lovebirds doing?"
"hungry—"
"— not lovebirds."
all three of you looked at the flatscreen, as the anchor flashed a staged photo of you two holding hands with a mischievous glint in her eyes. mihawk sipped down the burgundy liquid, "seems like you are lovebirds to the media."
"shouldn't seem the same to you, sir."
zoro shrugged, picking up an apple that was kept neatly in the fruits basket on the table. he tossed the glossy red from one palm to the other, "yeah, yeah. the 'not lovebirds' are very hungry, though. can we eat something?"
"i'm gonna shower, then eat." you hitched the duffel higher on your shoulder, walking towards your room, "catch you guys later. don't wait for me."
you dropped the duffel down at the door, collapsing on the soft mattress and the familiar scent of the duvet greeted you immediately. a unladylike groan made past your lips as you stretched your limbs and fell slack on the mattress again.
the women's singles was three months away. technically, you could relax for a few days. technically. but after winning the champion's cup, all eyes were on you. and failing wasn't an option. especially not since if you did reach the finals, it would probably be against boa hancock again. and if you lost? that would crush you and your ego to smithereens.
you sighed into the soft covers, turning your head to look at the bedside table to find the same white plastic that was given to you a few weeks back. the pack of beer remained untouched inside. thinking of the interaction with a certain someone, you dug your cheeks harder against the covers to fight off the warmth spreading all over.
get a grip. you hate him.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
28th of august, 11:28 p.m.
knock knock knock.
you stood outside to zoro's door, hands fisted around the carton and feet shuffling over the hardwood floors as you awaited his appearance.
you hate him right?
"hi?" zoro looked at you, eyes immediately narrowing. his neck craned forwards, eyes experimentally looking around as if he expected someone to be lurking in the periphery. once thorough with his inspection, his gaze landed atop you. he repeated, "hey?"
then why were you standing here right now?
"uh, hi?"
"d'you like," he paused, a shiver running down his spine at the possibility of the question, "want something?"
walk away, say you knocked on the wrong door! anything!
"can i come in?" you raised the pack of beer upwards. gulping before mumbling, "i need help finishing this."
"oh?" his lips parted, eyes trained on the glass bottles, "i bought you that like a month ago, didn't drink 'em?"
"uh? no." you looked down at the pack too, "well, i was off alcohol for the season, you know."
"do not disrespect alcohol by calling beer one." he nodded at you gravely, apparently growing serious about the drinks he consumed, and their status.
"okay?" your nose scrunched up, "looks like it is a topic or great importance to you."
"it is. alcoholism is in my blood." atleast hes self aware about him and his dad's habits? that's good. we love a self aware king.
well, no, we don't love him!
your eyes widened at the sudden realization, and your mouth ran it's course trying to cause damage in another sphere of life, "you're adopted, though?"
he stared at you a second, growing unsure of your own parentage and you panicked, "y-you knew that, right?"
"no!" he looked at you horrified. then the expression slipped. what a bastard.
"obviously. I'm just toying with ya." nodding, he took a step back, "come in."
roronoa zoro's room was the same kind it was five years ago. the bed never made, atleast three bottles of water at his bedside table at all given times, the door to the closet ajar and a video game switched open on his flatscreen and two bean bags perched in front of them.
but now the wall behind his bed was painted a shade or sage green, and haphazard, shaky selfies of perona with zoro winning tournaments with on a was put up (by perona, of course). other photos included him with a raven boy you recognized as monkey d. luffy. olympic-level skier. that boy could bend in ways unfathomable.
you briefly caught eye of a red-headed girl but before you could look deeper, zoro crashed on one of the bean bags, helplessly floundering as the furniture beneath him changed shape. he looked back at where you stood, "wanna play?"
"wonderful interiors." you crashed on the bean bag next to him, floundering around much the same before gritting out a, "did you dye your hair to match the walls or vice-versa?"
"very funny," he grumbled, handing you another controller, "you're just mad i pull green off well. now wanna play or what?"
1:26 a.m.
"that was fuckin' unfair," the sportsman grumbled, slumping back in his chair, "you literally tricked me."
"eh," you shrugged, bringing the second bottle to the brink of your lips. your voice reverberated against the delicate glass, "you're just mad i won."
"i am a man of honour and virtue, woman."
"and a loser. a sore loser at that." you grinned at the man, and he sulked more in return. throwing the controller to the side, he brought his third bottle to his lips, "don't you have to go sleep? got no practice tomorrow?"
and you couldn't help but ogle at his lips. he seemed to say some words, but all you could remember was the searing kisses. him again you. senseless. the kind that trailed down you body and—
it was that wretched alcohol, obviously. making you think stuff like this. fuck roronoa zoro. fuck roronoa zoro. fuck roro—
not that kind of fuck.
"—nefertari vivi, right? that's your partner." zoro nodded in approval, continuing with regard of what kind of battles were being waged in the labyrinths of your mind. "dad said she's climbing the ranks pretty soon. could be a real help in winning against boa this year."
he paused, awaiting a reply and your daze shattered as you met his eyes. the fucking alcohol. "yeah. uh, vivi's really good. very quick on her feet too. she's good."
"yeah," he cleared his throat, "so, no practice tomorrow?"
"no, it's a rest day." you gulped down the rest of the liquid, "what about you? decided who's gonna be your next coach?"
"dad says he wants to hand me over to shanks."
"red-haired shanks?! oh my god!" your body moved before your brain and you turned towards the man you had loved once. body angled forward, way too close.
and roronoa zoro forgot how to breath. you were so pretty. fuck you. fuck you. fuck yo—
fuck you in the exact way he was thinking.
and maybe you could hear his thoughts or see the resolve in his eyes because you pulled back. tucking your hair behind and fidgeting with your fingers, you gave him an awkward smile, "i mean he's just a legend. so, it's huge that you get to... be his student."
"nothing's set in stone." the man continued to stare at your lips, head tilted towards you expectantly, "i mean, dad isn't fond of him. says he's a pain. but, uh... like you said, he's good. plus i know him. he's basically luffy's dad with how often luffy crashes at his house."
you hummed, eyes shying away from him, "that's nice."
he hummed back, eyes zeroing on you, "'spose it is."
you don't know who or what to blame for what happened next.
the alcohol? zoro, for the way his fingers softly touched your cheek? yourself, for the way you leaned forward and caught his bottom lip against yours?
his hands manhandled you, picking you off of your bean bag and onto his lap. the ever-changing furniture dipped further against your weight. your hands in his hair, his under your shirt, kissing each other fucking senseless.
"roron-" you tried to start, but he didn't give you an opening. slotting his tongue against yours, the man tried to gulp every inch of you down. his hands moved up and down your back, expert fingers playing with the clasp of your bra. and he pulled back, heaving as he met your gaze, "off."
"no—" you threw your head back, a flurry of kisses against your neck and collarbone. your consciousness slipping past you with each graze of his lips against your naked skin, "z-zoro, we shouldn't."
"but this means nothing," he mumbled against your soft skin, "nothing at all, i promise."
and you found yourself deliriously nodding, helping him make up the candied lies, "and we are pretending to date. yeah? this is normal."
he took off your tshirt, hands coming up to play with your tits through your bra. nodding, he squeezed them, "yeah. yeah, it is, pretty."
"mhm, okay." your pelvis shifted over his, trying to gain friction through the layers of separation. he kissed you again, and you whimpered as he undid your bra and threw it off of you.
his thumb and forefinger rolled the perky nipple between them, his thoughts running off with reckless fantasies as you moaned in his mouth, "—ngh, z-zoro."
his hands lifted your hips, lips never once stilling against you. then, he pulled you down such that you could feel his erection against your core. you moved in tandem to his wild, untamed thrusts. lips parting open to moan out his name when—
"—zoro." a stern voice from outside, and you both froze, still tangled within each other.
shit, shit, shit.
"zoro, can you hear me?" mihawk called out once again, and you scrambled off of the sportsman to go put on your tshirt. zoro yelled back, panicked, "'m playing, gi-gimme a second, dad."
and you caught the man trying to adjust his pants to hide the erection as he got up with jelly for legs. he gave you a once-over, decided you looked decent enough, told you to hide behind the door and scrambled to open the said door.
hiding his lower torso behind the door, zoro gave mihawk the best look of nonchalance he could muster, "uh, yes. what's up, father?"
mihawk stood with an old-fashioned candelabra in his hands. a stoic expression on his face... and a vampire themed night-suit. checks out, yeah. his gaze pierced zoro, "she's not in her room, is she with you?"
"n-" zoro tried to lie, but mihawk glared at his son harder. and zoro crumbled like he was sixteen again, "yes. but we were just playing video games."
"hm? have you seen the time?" the former coach called out your name, and you slid forth from where you were hiding. a meek, "yes, sir?"
"why are you here? don't you have practice tomorrow?"
"n-no, sir." you looked downwards, crumbling like you were sixteen yourself. trying to hope he wouldn't notice zoro's and yours disheveled hair and clothes, you choked out a short, "rest day, sir."
"rest day, is it?" his eyes looked vampirish under the light from the candles, "rest days are meant for resting. not for goofing off."
mihawk stared the two of you down one last time before turning away and treading through the darkened hallways with only his candelabra to hold close. he didn't bother turning to look at you, but his voice was stern, "back to your room, now."
"yes, sir. sorry, sir." you nodded, moving past zoro and walking behind him. but a strong grip on your wrist made you look back. you turned back, confused and zoro — practically shrouded in darkness —pressed a chaste kiss to your nose, "g'night."
before you could look at him and question his intentions, he murmured, "just pretending. sorry."
mihawk yelled over his shoulder, "GET MOVING, YOU TWO."
"SORRY, SIR."
as you walked away from the mosshead, your fingers rested over your nose gingerly, as if you could feel him there still.
you two were going to ruin each other.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
31st of august, 12:25 p.m.
and ruin he did.
his index finger travelled over the dip of your waist, travelling down, down, down till it stilled over the waistband of your shorts. he dragged the cloth downwards, exposing the naked skin to his hungry hands.
you were gonna be his untimely death.
continuing to knead at your slightly exposed hips, his lips slotted against yours feverishly. pressing himself against your back, he built you up only to ruin with his own lips. he pulled you face backwards, closer against him, as his ravished self drank down any defiant moan that escaped you.
"z-zoro." you whispered softly, the words disappearing down the tangled sheets between you. he hummed back just as softly, one hand now disappearing under your t-shirt to harshly tug on your nipple and another came to run a light finger over your drenched slit.
"aah ah zo—" you moaned you as he continued moving his fingers up and down. up and down. up and down. till his finger came to still over your puffy clit, and he rubbed slow circles onto it.
the two of you were in your bed, the lights off as you navigated each other with uncanny ease. he was snug behind you, his erection digging into your thigh as he toyed with you and kissed you down like a man set to ruin you.
his left hand alternated between softly pressing down your tits, to harshly tugging and rolling your nipples in a way that had you barely breathing against his kiss-bitten, reddened lips. all while he right toyed with your clit, dragged sloppily to tease your hole before toying with the trembling nub.
you felt yourself growing stupid, turning into jelly and trying to run away from the man behind you.
"no—" he laughed softly against your skin, "don't run, you want this."
"i do-i don't." you glared back at him through whatever sanity you retained, and he cooed back. taking his fingers off of your soaked cunt, he teased, "you don't? sure?"
"zoro, come on—" you whined, but he shoved the sticky, sweet fingers past your soft lips. a command against the column of your throat, "ask nicely."
his teeth sunk down on your neck, fingers patiently sinking against your tongue, waiting for you to wilt under him. he raised his head, pulling out his wetted fingers. you looked back him, lips dripping with your sweet and spit. your eyes softened but words stayed razor-sharp, "'m not begging."
"no?" he echoed, the wet fingers sinking against your cheek to pull them into an embarrassing pout. his eyebrows furrowed, "no?"
you shook your head despite his firm grip, and he laughed. a boyish laugh, the kind set to tear you apart from within. pressing a kiss to your neck, he dragged his lips upwards to your ears, "guess i'll have to force you, hm?"
and who was roronoa zoro if not a man of his words?
thumbing your clit, his dick rammed into you again and again and again. hot breath fanning your neck, strong arm wrapped around your waist as he dragged you back to meet his ravaging, hungry movements.
you turned your face sideways, panting into the pillows as his thumb pressed down your throbbing nub, and continued to fuck into you like a maddened man.
"come on," he cooed, arm sinking further against your waist and pulling you flush against your chest. his words were tainted with strained breaths, "be nice, baby. ask me, hah- fuck. and i-i'll give you anything."
"ah wh-what?!" you yelped as he turned on his back, pulling your limp body over his chest. your sweaty back against his sculpted, toned torso and his voice ringing into your ear, hysteric almost, "c'mon, be nice, baby. say thankyou."
feet planted in the bed, hips pistoling into your gushing cunt as his fingers teased and pressed down the nub. your shaking hands pressed down against your mouth to shove back any wretched screams that threatened to tear past your pretty lips.
and the sight of trying to hold back cries made him feral. his pelvis smacked against your ass, the skin stinging with each harsh thrust of him cock into your bruised walls. the mushroom tip teased your g-spot and your toes curled as your clit suffered under his unyielding circles, "hah zoro, zo— im gunna cum, 'm cumming, cumming fuckk."
a wretched laugh underneath you as the man continued to chase his own high, fucking into your gummy walls like a man ready to lose everything just to have you. betting on his body, his soul, his sanity with the way your snug cunt milked him, pulling him into you as it throbbed so deliciously.
"zo... please—" hot tears falling past your eyes at the overstimulation as sticky hot filled your cunt to the brim. his fingers thumbed away at your clit though you trashed against him, and tried to pull away. away, away, away.
frenzied pants against the shell of your ears, hips still ramming his already-hard dick into your abused pussy with ease, "what do you want?"
"more." you babbled, eyes rolling back as he kept fucking up into you with no regard from your pulsating, aching cunt, "mo-more please, please, please."
"hah really?—" he laughed, ready to chase his high again. deranged, almost with the way he kept fucking into you. only one thing one his mind: to fuck your limp body even though his mouth grew dry, hips ached and back muscled burned.
how could he stop? just how, when your nails indented themselves against his arms and hot, fat tears fell past your eyes. and those sounds? muffled moans, heavy sighs? ah, you would kill him. and what kind of man would he be if he didn't even thank you properly by fucking you stupid?
you skin stung, waist marked red from how tight his grip was, hair sweaty and eyes rolled back as deranged moans tumbled past your lips. all words just variations of his name.
"zoro, zoro zoro hah- fuck nghh aah—" he lapped a hot stripe up your neck, tasting your salty skin as you bounced mindlessly against him and came over his aching cock. words caught in your throat and your limp body stilling against him, drowning him in such a pretty shade of white from both of your orgasms.
"shit," he mumbled, feeling the viscid liquid slowly travelling down his veiny shaft as he pulled it out. he softly let you off of him, letting you snuggle your sweaty forehead against his clothed chest. chest heaving up and down, cheeks flushed and lips reddened. his gaze trailed down your weary figure and down to your inner thighs, glistening with sticky residue of him on you.
what a fucking sight.
and zoro was just a mortal man, at the end. so how can you blame him for finding you in the middle of the night, pinning you down and fucking into you with reckless abandon for the next few nights? stealing kisses in the darkened hallways, huffing softly as your palmed him softly and straddled his hips under the pretense of "asking him for advice on the game."
"we shouldn't." you would mutter every time without fail, even as you allowed his easy access to tear off your panty and fuck you full till you were delirious and about to pass out with his name as a mantra.
"don't worry," he would always mumbled back, words honeyed against your sweet lips, "don' worry at all, pretty. this means nothing, hm?"
and you would nod along, letting him to mark you up again. he would be the death of you.
8th of september, 7:32 p.m.
and he was.
"you've been terrible lately," robin admitted seriously, "your focus is elsewhere, and you look like you haven't slept in a week."
your gaze drifted downwards, "i'm sorry, coach."
her voice was gentle and you were struck at how young she sounded. she was once your age and number one, and you were getting hung up over one boy.
she read your expression, the bitter twang of guilt in your eyes, and her delicate fingers came to rest under her chin, "don't be sorry. but get serious." she paused, "don't lose yourself over a man, it won't be worth it."
"of course, coach." you nodded, and robin dismissed you with another stern look. and as you sat in the passenger seat of zoro's sportscar, you became hyper-aware of his hand on your thigh, of his words and how casually he talked to you.
end this. now.
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11th of september, 8:03 p.m.
"ohmygod, zoro." you mumbled lowly against his lips, hands finding purchase against his crisp white shirt, "you're overdoing it."
his left arm tightened against your waist, right hand coming to hold yours against his chest, and head tilting to kiss you harder. he pulled back to look at you. your eyes shut, lipstick smudged, and manicured arms creasing, ruining his shirt. ruining him.
fuck, you were divine. and he was a man at your mercy.
the sportsman stammered out, words barely audible, "'m not. did you not get the memo?"
you had, unfortunately.
after talking to robin, you had managed to avoid zoro for quite a few days. and when you finally met his eyes over dinner, he just gave you an understanding look. no love, no brooding, no nothing! maybe, he understood this was a pr stunt, after all.
but then, sanji had called you up, bumbling with excitement, "my love!"
"sanji." you had laughed at his excitement, staring at your ceiling as you lay on your bed, "what's up?"
"okay," he had stilled, questioning his excitement, "you're gonna hate this, i think. but—"
the laugh had died in your throat, "what is it."
"so, you're invited to the get-together being held by the worldwide badminton association, how fun!" you had sat up, unamused, "okay, and? there's more, right?"
"well, roronoa zoro's invited too."
"no."
and the memo had been to take the pda up whenever necessary and convince everyone how utterly in love you two were. maddened by it, in fact.
so, now, you two were holed up in the bathroom, doing whatever this was. zoro raised his thumb to your lips, slowly cleaning the mess he had created, and you almost flinched at how careful he was being.
"you know," you drawled out slowly, letting him work the smudges, "we could have just smudged my lipstick, without actually kissing. and people would have caught on."
"hm?" he hummed, still invested in perfecting his craft. and your eyes trailed downwards to his exposed neck and chest, littered with red markings; courtesy of you. "better to be thorough. can't afford to mess it up, right?"
"right." you looked up at him, eyes stalling at his reddened lips before you turned around to look at the closed door, "ready to go outside and pretend to be in love?"
"of course."
"great." you breathed out, looking back at zoro one last time.
he was dressed in a smart navy button-down and dress slacks. and you were dressed in a matching navy, silken slip dress and dainty heels, hair styled in soft waves to match the man behind you.
he opened the door, letting you out with a million dollar smile on his face as he posed for the paps that dwelled in the crowd. you took his hand gingerly, mirroring his giddy expression as you stepped out and were blinded by the snaps of glittering lies and gossip.
the power couple emerge disheveled?! how scandlous!
the two of you mingled within the crowds, hand in hand, with promises of life and death, and stolen glances. the crowd cooed and the interviewers threw one question after the other at the two of you. zoro answered each question with a hint of smile, fingers never once leaving your waist.
"so? do you think she's the one?" an official's wife asked, chasing the question with a giddy laugh.
"of course. who else, if not her?" he answered smoothly. he turned to look at you, head dipping down ever-so-slightly. his breath warm against your neck, neat hair falling against your skin, and a breathy, "what do you think, baby?"
"i— yeah. i think he's the one. he's..." you blinked up at him, eyes widening as he smiled at you again, "perfect."
you put on a faux smile as the man nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. and, you were lead to your demise with a wicked epiphany: this man would eat away your sanity. someday, somehow. he will.
"well, isn't it a bit weird to see roronoa see smile so much?" another official asked, "he's always so stoic that this seems wrong, somehow."
"well, i'm not smiling at you. am i, oldy?" as if to prove his point, the sportsman pressed his lips into a thin line.
"hah, ever the charming gentleman." the man laughed, trying to mask the disrespect under layers of jokes. you laughed along, clutching zoro's bicep in an last-ditch effort to save the mosshead's reputation, "well, you know how his humor is."
what a fucking headache this man was.
12:12 a.m.
"ugh." you groaned as soon as your back hit the leather seat of zoro's car. getting comfortable, you muttered a low, "thank god that shit's over."
your nimble fingers came to tear off the heavy, rented diamond earrings off of your ears. your feet ached, your head ached and as you caught the sight of zoro adjusting his seat, your heart ached.
he was pretty under the dim light. shit.
"you good?" he leaned over you, muscled arm tugging the seat-belt and strapping you in, "do your feet hurt? i can take off your heels for you, if you wa—"
"no." you looked away from him, heart pumping at the close proximity, "i'm fine."
"ah, okay then. suit yourself." he pulled back, and put his seat-belt on. the mosshead changed gears and soon enough, you were cruising down ghostly roads.
why was he acting like you two were together? it nauseated you. made your head spin. made you feel stupid, seventeen and like you'd fall right back into the death trap that was roronoa zoro.
you both sat in silence, and the moon hung low, the stars twinkling in the night sky like forbidden jewels. all was good, all was great. till you decided to ruin whatever ounce of peace remained between the two of you. your fingers turned down the volume of the song blaring in the background, till all that remained was venomous silence and you and him, and him and you.
"roronoa."
he hummed to signal he was listening.
you drew in a strained breath, you're not my boyfriend, and you will never be. not even in the future." your icy words the only sound in the car, "i hope you understand that."
roronoa zoro looked at you, and then replied slowly, "yes, i do."
"this is just a publicity stunt," you declared, "and once this shit is over, i am gonna walk away and never see your face again."
the car made it's way down a deserted road, "yes, i know that too."
your eyes narrowed at his simple answers but you kept gawking at the road ahead, "you don't act like you know it, though."
he grew silent, and you waited for his response. moments passed you by in uncomfortable silence but then, finally, "i was told to pretend i love you, and i am doing what i was told."
"when have you been the one to follow rules?"
the man sighed, "do i need to have an excuse to love you?"
"love me?" you scoffed, "i am sorry for fighting old battles, but you left me."
his knuckles grew white and he pressed the breaks. the car jolted abruptly before being parked at one side. a beat passed, then another, and another. then, "i was seventeen."
"that's the problem." you undid your seatbelt, eyes trained ahead, "i am not angry that you chose your fucking career over me. good for you, you're at number one! huzzah! but you left. just like that."
"i am sorry." he looked straight ahead too, voice tainted with guilt, "i truly am sorry—"
"sorry wouldn't fix shit, would it?" still not meeting each other's eyes. cowards. both of you. "all i wanted was a phone-call, maybe a fucking email. fax, maybe? anything. anything to tell me where you went. that you were fucking sorry, and that this was for the best."
"i kno—"
"—doesn't seem like you do, zoro." you spat out, words turning vile at the tip of your tongue, "you just fucking ran."
"believe me, it wasn't selfish." his voice was low, the kind that reverberated against the metallic car frame and came back to you. you replied back easily, "it wasn't selfless either."
and you two fell into silence once again. your head spun, words stuck in your throats. accusations, grievances, foul words.
you paid it no mind and your fingers softly unlocked the car door. you stepped out, walking away from the expensive car. and as the night air hit you, you were acutely reminded of just how stupid the situation was. you, still clinging onto a heartbreak from five years ago. honestly, you should swallow down that bitter pill and forget it.
but how could you forget it? how? when the subject of your heartbreak was calling out your name, slamming his side of the door as he chased after you, as if afraid to lose you once more.
his calloused fingers grabbed ahold of your wrist, "wh-where are you going?"
"nowhere," you didn't bother to turn around to see his face. your voice, or whatever words you spewed forth were monotone, devoid of anything human, "just wanted some fresh air, roronoa. go, sit in the car. i'll be back in two minutes."
"don't do this." zoro tugged your wrist backwards, trying to turn your body to face his, to atleast dignify him with a look as you broke his heart.
"don't do what?" you stilled, unmoving as he tugged you back delicately. "i told you that i will be back—"
"d-don't leave." his voice cracked uncharacteristically, "i— if you're angry at me, hit me. curse me. shoot me. do whatever you please with my heart, but look at me. don't turn your back on me."
under the moonlight, it seemed like you were cruel. because you remained unmoving as hot tears pricked at your lash line and your nose grew warmer, "when have i been the one to turn my back on you, zo?"
he flinched at the nickname. his voice was desperate, words limited to calling out your name over and over again. he stepped closer, warm breath on your goosebump-ish skin, desperate, "don't leave, please. please. i fu— i fucked up, i know."
"—no calls, no texts, nothing. you're a phantom and i'm the fucking idiot waiting around on you for a whole year." your voice stayed the same, wretched, monotonous tone. as if he wasn't even here and you were just confessing your heartaches to the night sky, "you know, on my eighteenth birthday, my parents asked me to blow out a candle and wish for something. and i wished for you. that you came back. how fucking stupid."
"i'm sorry, please."
but you were a woman anguished, so you continued, "and maybe some deity heard me. because i saw you again. after a year, i saw you at an event by the worldwide badminton association. but then, whenever you saw me again, you avoided me like the fucking plague for the next five years."
"i thought i was saving you," his voice sunk past your flesh and deep into your bones, "i thought i was saving both of us the heartbreak becaus-because i loved you."
and then you felt it. wayward droplets on water falling on wrist as his head hung low. zoro's voice shook, interwoven with slow drags of breath that barely held the stoic man behind you together, "i wanted to save you the heartbreak cause i love you."
he called out your name again, his calloused fingers digging against the silken cloth as if you would run away. words only growing heavier as tear after tear fell down his face, "i know i was so stupid. it was... it was selfish, and stupid—"
"realized so soon?" tears welled in your eyes, body struggling against his hold, "you know, after you left town, i got better at this wretched game for you. so that someday.... some fucking day, i would be on your fucking level. then, i'd look you in the eyes and tell you to fuck off. say it with my all of my fucking chest."
you turned around, letting his touch scorch your skin, desperate pangs of breath be the only indication either one of you was alive. you slowly brought a hand up to his face. his bloodshot eyes met yours, lips trembling. you looked like he just stabbed you in the heart. "but now, i'm here. and you're here. and i just wanna ask. i— did i mean nothing to you, zo?"
and with that, roronoa zoro lost all sanity.
"'m sorry. im sorry, im sorry, im s-sorry—" heavy tears fell down his face, as did he; crumbling down, and only being held up by your support. he sobbed against your skin, tears falling and tainting your skin as he chanted apologies against your skin.
and mindlessly, almost like you were built for the sole purpose of holding him against your mortal body, your hands raked through his hair and he held you tighter.
he collected himself, lifting his gaze just to disintegrate at your tear-stained face all over again, "i-i thought it would hurt less if i said nothing, and you would think of it as a bad breakup... and move on. you would forget me, and i, you. but i couldn't."
bottom lip trembling, he found his forehead against yours, hand on your cheek, "i fucking couldn't. day and night, all i could think of was you."
your breath heaved pathetically. body, mind and soul almost giving into the alchemy that was this man. but you shut your eyes, words cut-throat, "and that makes this suffering worth it?"
"i dunno," he shook his head softly, eyes clenched shut, "i dunno anything at all. b-but i know i love you, i do. and i've hurt you but—" he stepped back, eyes begging, "i'd make it up to you. i promise. give me a chance, and i—"
a chance? a fucking chance? after five years of avoiding you, two months of pretending like you were nothing more than a doubles partner, he wanted a chance? hah, funny.
"zoro." your body grew stiff under him, eyes boring into his bloodshot ones without any lingering emotion, "we should go home, it's getting cold. i said what i had to say, and you heard it all."
"hey, hey—" his hands fell on your shoulders, as his voice shook, "please, i will fix—"
"—let's go home, zoro. please."
you drove home in silence. and when you both made it back home, mihawk didn't ask any questions about your bloodshot eyes, or about the way zoro disappeared in his room without even a word.
and then, you stopped talking to roronoa zoro.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
28th of september, 9:01 a.m.
it had been almost three weeks since you confronted zoro.
and in those three weeks you had lost count of how many times the mosshead came to your door, knocked, and left before saying anything at all. you had lost count of how many times he showed up outside your practice court, gave you a posed kiss for any paps around, and then drove you back home in silence with your old favourite songs in the background. you had lost count of how many times he left cup noodles, chocolates, and whatever else he could find at your door wordlessly, and how many times you found his asleep at your door.
it was all in vain, though. you were done with him.
no matter how much you wanted to stop him, and talk to him when he came knocking. no matter how much you wanted to smile at him when he came to pick you up. how much you wanted to talk to him about your practice, and to ask for his feedback. no matter how hungry you felt, how desolate you felt for his words, for his skimming touches. you refused to give in. you turned roronoa zoro down, always.
if you allowed him in, you would be rendered useless. battling heartache again for the nth time, wouldn't you?
"so, this is it?" you asked slowly, and your mouth grew dry despite the bottle of beer in your hands, "we're done?"
"yes!" sanji clapped his hands. his voice was clear through the speaker, "we're nearing the end. aren't you glad? you would never have to see that mosshead again!"
"r-right." you swallowed, "that is good. that is what i want."
you sounded unconvinced to your own ears, god knows what sanji was making out of your words? as if echoing your thoughts, your manager stilled. he blew out smoke before wondering out loud, "do you want to continue this further? if that is indeed the case then—"
"no." you replied firmly, cutting the blonde off. "just give me the details of when to end this, and how. fucking end this."
"well... if you say so." he continued, "your doubles championship is two weeks away."
you nodded consciously as your mind drifted to boa hancock and the possibility of losing all over again. sanji inhaled smoke like it was second nature to him, and then spoke again, "in three days, we leak that you and roronoa are done for." sanji grinned, a businessman at his very core. "but then you two make a public appearance to prove the rumors wrong. a week and half later, you win the tournament, and we confirm you've both broken up. and just like that, you're a sensation, love!"
"that's it?"
"that's it! and anytime, anyone asks you about him? you just say you don't wanna talk about it." sanji paused, "sounds good to you?"
"from what i understand, i just need to focus on the tournament and you'd handle the rest?"
"of course, darling."
"okay, then." you inhaled slowly, "just two more weeks."
"just two more."
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13th of october, 10:03 a.m.
this was bad. this was bad. this was bad.
you tried to stabilize your breathing before you went down spiraling and took your team with you. your eyes darted to the blue-haired girl next to you. vivi. her skin gimmered and glittered as if she was royalty by blood, and she glanced back at you to give you a re-assuring smile.
in the court front of you stood boa hancock and her sister, boa marigold. both of them stood, unphased. not a wayward sweat-drop nor strained breaths. and it dawned on you for the third time that these women were in a league apart from you, as if separated by DNA itself.
your 16 points to rival their 20 points. you were losing the finals. badly, at that.
"what do we do?" vivi whispered to you, and you found the resolve weakening in her eyes. and you were acutely reminded that this was the blue-haired girl's first doubles tournament. you gave her a reassuring smile, "try to play defensive for a bit. they are trying to wear us down with constant attacks, and all we can do is try not to fall into their trap."
"conserve our energy for now, right?" vivi nodded, taking her position back in court.
your eyes ran over the crowd once more in hopes for a recognizable mosshead but you found no trace of him. well, that made sense. he wasn't supposed to come show today since the two of you "broke up."
you sighed, and your brows furrowed as you focused on the game. that bastard be damned.
but shot after shot after shot, the conclusion remained the same. the two sisters inched closer to victory as they bagged another point. all while you and vivi tried to cling onto the delusions of winning the tournament. and then—
fwoosh.
the shuttle made it past your ear with a soft wheeze, and your eyes trained on boa hancock watched the woman crack a wicked smile. her sister clung onto the older raven-head and you found yourself stuck, frozen, unmoving as vivi cried out in defeat and fell to her knees.
you lost. again. how fucking pathetic.
an impossibly heavy weight fell atop your chest, throat closing up as tears rushed to your eyes. but you blinked them away, instead choosing to pick vivi up and wish the boa sisters congratulations.
you lost. oh well. always the idiot that stayed, never the star player, right?
1:03 p.m.
you felt like your mouth was full of tar, throat closing up as the news reporters and interviewers peered you and your partner down.
"this is the third major tournament you've lost against boa hancock," the interviewer pushed his spectacles up, "do you think you'd ever be able to catch upto her?"
"well," you smiled, "she's number one for a reason. and this just goes on to show that i have so much learn to—" your gaze ran through the media people that sat in front of you and it felt like all of them were scrutinizing you under their hawk-like gazes.
you gulped, smiling harder, "i have to learn so much yet. and i wish, i do wish to get better. of course. but i have nothing but utter respect for the boa sisters."
"are you and zoro actually done for?" another voice asked, and you tried avoiding to look at the source. if you could ignore the question, then it'll be like it wasn't even there. but more voices piled on. more, more, more. till you felt like zoro's name was everywhere.. all-consuming. and your hands shook as you tried to sip down water.
but vivi came to your rescue. her polite tone turning vile as she leaned forward into her mic, "i would implore you to ask relevant questions only. i admire roronoa zoro, but he has nothing to do with our match."
"so, this means you and zoro are done for? but what was the reason?" the voices tried to dissect a relationship that didn't exist, "did he realize he couldn't be with someone beneath him? as his title as the number one, did you threaten his legac—"
"shut up. shut the fuck up." your voice was soft against the mic, eyes malicious, "this is enough. thank you."
and you found yourself dragging your chair backwards and walking away from the panel you and vivi were sat on. your guards behind you and vivi as you walked down the wretched hallways. the blue-haired trailed after you, her tone worried, "hey, are you okay? they're assholes, ignore them. hey—"
but you couldn't hear anything.
a low buzzing in your head, and your body felt like jelly as tears threatened to fall again. something sharp in your chest dug itself deeper and deeper till it made a home in your bones. and the overhead lighting of the halls felt too bright as you walked away from the stadium and to your car. and next you knew, you stood at the reception to the hotel. mindlessly collecting your key and walking over to the elevator, you felt nothing.
you felt nothing as you had entered the hotel lobby and the dizzying smell of expensive perfumes permeated your figure. you felt nothing as you passed the expensive marble halls to reach the elevator. in fact, you felt nothing as the metallic box creaked slowly and you reached the fifth floor.
but... did you feel nothing as you stepped out the elevator, took slow steps and lifted your head up just to find roronoa zoro standing at your door?
you halted and he looked at you before pursing his lips, as if unable to say anything at all.
and you shared the same sentiments. so, you just nodded at him. not even bothering to ask why he was here, how he was where? why? you simply walked upto him, swiped the key-card and stepped in, allowing the mosshead to step in after you.
"you're not supposed to be here." you admitted, locking the door. giving him a brief look over your shoulder, "we're done pretending."
"i'm aware."
you hummed, walking past him and collapsing at the edge of the bed. your nimble fingers moved downwards to your shoes as you began to undo the laces. but calloused fingers stopped yours, as zoro kneeled down to peel the shoes off your aching feet.
"you don't have to." you tried to reason but his head was tilted downwards, avoiding your piercing gaze, "i know."
you sighed, "i'm tired, zoro."
he moved the white shoes to the side, "let me run you a bath."
your palms fell flat against the soft mattress, voice tethering on the edge of unraveling, "i didn't know you were here. you weren't in the audience in the stadium."
"i was." he looked up, eyes softening at your downcast features, "i- jus' thought we were done pretending, so, didn't try to make a show of it."
"that's nice of you," you replied back softly, head tipped back to stare at the spotless ceiling. but the man cut you off, "you did good."
the crisp linen under the palms fisted involuntarily, your lips pressing into a thin line, "you don't need to flatter me."
"'m not." he stayed kneeling, tender gaze against your weary body. he repeated, "you did good."
lips trembling, eyes clenched shut, and throat closing up all over again, "i did not. i lost."
"stop saying it like that." he repeated, slowly getting up. and your bloodshot eyes met his as your body slumped forward. hands still digging into the flimsy linen, you stared up at him, "it's the fuckin' t-truth. i lost."
his careful touch lingered on your cheek, "you did more than enough. good job."
and everything inside you melted at his foolhardy touches, sobs racking through your body as he wrapped his arms around your and you clenched his t-shirt instead of those unfamiliar sheets. fuck. fuck. fuck. your tears wetted his shirt as you body shook against his familiar touches.
his heavy body grounded you, the familiar scent engulfing you as your world as you knew it crumbled around you. desperate, desolate, pangs of air hit his abdomen as you tried to catch your breath. only to fail, and break out in a sob, "—an' i tried. i did."
he stayed shut, allowing laments to drop down your words and land against his skin. your fisted hands landed against him weakly, striking over and over again, "fuck you. asshole." you breathed heavily before your voice grew weaker, "fuck you."
"'m sorry." he caught your hands slowly and held them still against his chest. you could feel the faint thrumming of his heart. thump, thump, thump. the same heart that so desperately tried to get you to love him again. but when had you ever stopping the man above you?
his calloused palms pressed against yours as you dragged your eyes up at him, and your breath got caught against the tangible threads of your lucidity.
roronoa zoro looked at you like you were his god.
he kneeled, meeting you on your eye-level. his hands pulled yours upwards, and he pressed another chaste kiss to the back of your palm.
and all of a sudden you were reminded of being sixteen, sitting on his old house's roof under the night sky, and asking him, "zo, why do you always kiss my hands?"
"because i'm a weirdo." he huffed out, and you grinned in return, "is perona's emo rubbing off on you. first the hair dye, and now this?"
his eyes widened, the sudden realization sneaking up on him like a viper, "no!" and he broke into a furious blush on that random autumn night.
"tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me~" you rubbed your body against his arm and he shivered under your touch. finally yielding to you, as he always did, he sighed. when he spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper, "as... as a sportsman, my hands are all i have. and you're all i have."
and now the same man mumbled against your mortal flesh, promising ruins and riches in the same breath, "you can hit me, curse me, do whatever you want. just let me stay."
"how can i? it hurts."
and it did. all of it. your head, your legs, your chest, your heart. delicate hands trying to break free from him, tears spewing forth again and again and again till you met his eyes, heaving. expecting him to look at you with disdain, and finally giving up.
but his eyes was warm, hands soft against your skin, words honeyed, "then let me make it better." he came upwards, and his thumb swiped at the fallen tears, "let me try. one last time."
the resolve in his voice hardened, "give me one month. i'll win you back."
one month?
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a/n: haha, look it's the girl who was stupid enough to fucking believe this story will end in two parts. i'm convinced nobody's gonna read it. but eh, what can you do? when it's done, it's done. i am contemplating making an ao3 account just so i can post longer stuff, so i hope if there's even one person who likes the idea of that, let me know! sorry this was so long guys :') tagging: @litlebruh @mist-ixx @briezy04764 @otkuhotgirl tysm for reading! i appreciate you guys sm! m.list
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sunnie-writes · 2 years ago
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kiss marks !!
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pairing: wally darling x reader !!
genre: fluff, friends to lovers.
tw: stimming(?), mentions of intense staring.
plot: julie convinces reader to try makeup for fun, and then end up leaving a certain yellow fellow easily flustered by this.
pronouns: they/them, makeup has no gender !!
sunnie, talk that talk: AAAAAAAH MY FIRST WELCOME HOME FIC !! i seriously hope you guys enjoy it <33 feel free to give any constructive criticism if needed !!
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"trust me, you'll look delightful!!" julie happily said.
you could only smile at her antics. in this situation, you were being julie's test doll as she tried different makeup looks on you. after some time though, she decided to set on a particularly chic look on you, smokey eyes and cherry red lipstick. not only that, she made you dress up in clothes that fit the makeup more, saying something about "fitting the dark fancy look".
"aaaand done!!" julie placed down the lipstick, "oh. my. gosh!! you look absolutely stunning!!"
"do i? where is the mirror??" you asked, going directly to your reflection.
you could agree, that looked absolutely great on you, maybe you should try different styles for often. only with julie around, though.
"you look like a hollywood star, or maybe one of those crazy rich people on tv shows!!" she stimmed, flapping her hands nonstop.
"thank you, i... liked this." the praise made you shy.
"oh, we need to go now!! poppy is holding a friend gathering tonight in her backyard!!" julie smiled while catching your hand to hold hers.
you both left the girl's house and began walking towards poppy's. on the way, you thought about what could the neighbors say, maybe even a certain yellow artist would notice and think of you as something more.
truth be told, you had a huuuuuge crush in wally darling, the artist in your lovely tiny neighborhood. nobody could blame you, those half lidded eyes with a cat-like smirk surely would make more than just you fall completely down the stairs of love.
as you two finally arrived, you could see everyone eventually get into your point of view. the food table was full of delicious looking meals, and not to mention how everyone was dressed in different outfits from their usual daytime clothing, opting for a more formal look even.
"oh? julie and y/n arrived!!" barbaby exclaimed, "how are you doing, lady and--"
everyone immediately looked in your direction, julie hugged your arm on your side and giggled. heat started pooling in your cheeks as each of their eyes seemed to get wider at your presence. sally was the first to break the silence.
"oh my, y/n looks amazing!!"
barbaby whistled, "julie sure did a great job, you look stunning."
you chuckle as more praises pour in. unfortunately, it seems like the reason you got overly dressed up hasn't shown up yet. moving to the table, you get yourself a nice glass of grape juice while looking over to the gateway incase wally randomly pops out of the air.
looks like your prayers were answered, you hear poppy scream like a mother seeing her son in graduation clothing, "wally!! you're finally here!!"
you look over to him, your cheeks heating up immediately and heart beating a bit more fast. standing in a blue tuxedo with a red tie was wally, with his pompadour still up and his mesmerizing eyes. you swallow the air as to control yourself.
"ha ha, hello everyone." his voice still sounds as calm and relaxed as ever, which doesn't help at all with your flustered state.
"let me guess, you're late because you were working on your pompadour?" frank sarcastically spoke.
"oh, you guessed it. nice one, ha ha!" wally just laughed before looking around him, "all of you look amaziiiiiiiingggg..." his words slurred down as his eyes stopped at you.
you could feel his eyes burning through your skin. if you were made of wax, you would've melted already. his stare was everywhere, your clothing, your hair before finally stopping at your face, meeting your gaze.
"oh my..." wally had his mouth wide opened.
"hehe, surprised?" barnaby questioned his friend with a knowing face.
"y/n decided to let me do their makeup and choose their outfit today, don't they look amazing?!" julie exclaimed happily.
snapping out of his thoughts, wally answered.
"yea, of course." he smirked as usual while looking in your eyes, "what a sight for sore eyes."
you blushed before thanking him, earning another one of his half lidded eyes stare. wally made his way to you, holding one of your hands and planting a kiss on the back of your palm.
"oh my, what a gentleman we have here." you chuckled, trying to play cool.
it seemed to work, his usual yellow cheeks earned a light red shade. liking his reaction, you decided to be a bit more bold, planting a kiss on his cheek before walking away to julie, leaving a flustered wally holding where your lips once were.
"ooh, what was that?? you looked so... powerful!!" she jumped up and down.
"w- well i mean, two can play this game, right?" your tongue failed you, making you stutter and julie giggle at that.
"hehe, sly y/n!! i like this side of you, makes you look all cool and mysterious!" she striked a pose with finger guns, you laughed at that.
suddenly, sally walked right behind julie, waving at her and stopping in front of you, motioning for you to get close.
"i don't mean to gossip, but wally can't keep his eyes off of you!" the sunshine whispered.
you looked over your shoulder, making eye contact with that smug stare of his. you could feel him scanning your face, which was obviously making him more flustered since he couldn't stop staring so much.
seeing the romantic tension in the air, julie and sally looked at each other before walking together to the opposite side that you were, starting a conversation with eddie and frank. wally, seeing this opportunity, approached you with confident steps.
"so, mx. l/n, what made you dress up so... differently?" he asked.
"oh, you know darling, just for the friend gathering." you took use of his last name, obviously causing a reaction as he noticed what you did.
"ha ha, clever as ever, i see."
"thank you. any other question?" you smugly smiled at him while screeching on the inside.
"hmm, do you wanna take a walk with me, we can take a look at the stars maybe."
you were jumping up and down inside your head, "of course, lead the way."
you walked by his side, interlocking your arms together. his shoulders relaxed and he widened his eyes before walking out of the gateway with you by his side.
you gotta' give him credits, the sky looked absolutely beautiful that night.
"the stars look beautiful tonight." you spoke, eyes shining like the billions of lights above you two.
"not so beautiful as someone i know." wally was obviously hinting at you, but you decided to play his game.
"oh really? who?" you jokingly questioned.
"you know who." he responded, you tilted your head in a provocative manner, "you, of course."
"quite the romantic you are." you leaned closer to him, making his cheeks get brighter, "any other reason of why you wanted to take me out in this particular night?"
he looked to the side before staring right back at you.
"there is another reason." he released your arm and got in one knee, "you see, i have something to confess to you. y/n l/n, ever since you moved in here, i was never able to take my eyes off of you. even as you walked by and just laughed with our friends, i could always find my gaze stuck upon your figure. i thought i was able to keep my feelings hidden for you, each and all of my pining could be hidden as i fell more deeper for you. but today, you showed up in a way that i can't explain, blessing my eyes and enchanting this puppet's heart right into your palm." your heart was beating so fast, eyes almost watering before you calmed down, cheeks reddening at the sight of his moonlit self, "so i beg and ask of you, would you wanna give this artist a chance and become his one and only muse?"
you were speechless, only nodding your head before he got up and you threw yourself at him, kissing his face and leaving multiple lipstick marks. cheeks, forehead, the space where his nose would be, and finally, his lips.
you were so happy, couldn't contain yourself from leaving him absolutely breathless.
"of course, i do." you chuckled while he tried to recompose himself, only to be stared at by heart eyes and a loving sigh.
"give a man a warning before you rock his world like that." he laughed quietly.
you held his face on your palms, and it felt like you were holding the world, feeling confidence wash over you as you traced your eyes towards the marks you left on him.
"WOOOO-HOOOO!! GO Y/N!!!!" you heard someone scream.
looking over your shoulder, you were met with all of your friends watching you guys from afar. eddie and frank holding hands while eddie laughed and his boyfriend just slightly smiled, julie jumping up and down while stimming alongside sally who was shining even more brightly, howdy chuckling while clapping all of his four hands, barnaby clapping while howling happily and poppy stared with watered eyes like a proud mother.
well, at least you two didn't need to spend the rest of the night explaining how you and wally darling became a couple.
and with that, you gave him another peck on the lips, before pulling him to all of your friends, while he lovingly stared at you, his for now and forever number one muse.
"dearest, you're the absolute most."
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sunnie, talk that talk: HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED!! I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS OMG SUFNEJFJSJDJS n e ways, byeeee dear reader, ily mwah /p
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kaibutsushidousha · 3 months ago
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The Hundred Line gameplay footage from Tokyo Game Show
The original plan was to properly subtitle the video, but since the MTL plague seems to be already spreading, I guess I'll just post it as a script for a quicker release.
Takumi Sumino: Hm... Hmm...? W-where am I? (I woke up on a hard desk. My head is kinda hazy and slow...) A classroom? (Why am I here? Why was I sleeping on a desk? ...I can't remember much.) What was it... What happened before? (I moved my hazy head to check the classroom... and what I found were boys and girls hunching on their desks just like me.)
Eito Aozuki: Uh... Wh-what...?
Boy with penguin shirt: W-what the heck!? What's goin' on!?
--Tan girl: Who are you!? Where am I!?
Smallest boy: H-how... did I get here?
Takumi Sumino: (I've never seen any of these people before. The same seemed to apply to everyone. They exchanged wary gazes.)
Takemaru Yakushiji: Is this really a classroom? If it is, it's a really weird one.
Eito Aozuki: Does anyone know the name of this school?
Kako Tsukumo's brother: Hm, never seen it before.
Kako Tsukumo: Likewise.
Boy with penguin shirt: H-hey... Does anyone here know anything?
Takumi Sumino: (All in the classroom looked around and found no one willing to answer anything... That means none of us knows.)
Darumi Amemiya: Oh... Is this what I think it is? ...Oh, it is. Absolutely.
Tan girl: Oh... Do you have an idea?
Darumi Amemiya: I've been waiting for this! Hell! Kyohoho!
Tan girl: What are you laughing about!? I'm scared!
Boy with penguin shirt: I'll check the hallway...
Takumi Sumino: (One person made it to the classroom and tried to go to the hallway.)
Boy with penguin shirt: Huh? W-what the hell... The door won't move...
Takemaru Yakushiji: Huh!? Say what!?
Takumi Sumino: (Now another one made it to the window and tried to force the shutters open.)
Takemaru Yakushiji: Fuck! Why won't you open? Die!
Hiruko Shizuhara: Seems like we were locked in here.
Boy with penguin shirt: Uh... Locked... Aaaaaaah!? WHY!?
Takumi Sumino: W-what's going on? Why would anyone trap us? What caused... (Oh, right! I remembered it...)
Eito Aozuki: After fighting those monsters in the Tokyo Residential Complex, I was engulfed in a mysterious light...
Takumi Sumino: Ah...
Darumi Amemiya: True... I remember that. I transformed and fought the monsters.
Takemaru Yakushiji: Oh!? You lot fought'em too?
Takumi Sumino: Did everyone?
Smallest boy: Wait... So they were real? I assumed it was just me having a childish dream like the immature idiot I am.
Hiruko Shizuhara: I see. Everyone had the same experience. Which must mean... You all met that very cute mascot.
--Takumi Sumino: A cute mascot... (She means... him?) I wouldn't call him cute, but otherwise, yeah... that matches the description.
Eito Aozuki: Then would it be also him who brought us here?
Hiruko Shizuhara: Yes, it must have been the breathtakingly adorable mascot.
Tan girl: Huh? He's the one trapping us here!? What for!?
Darumi Amemiya: Kyohoho! Y'know, the obvious... Students of the same age waking up together in an unknown classroom they can't leave can only mean one thing: we're in for a death game! THE Killing Game is about to start in this school~!
Takumi Sumino: T-the Killing Game!?
Boy with penguin shirt: Why'd we have to kill each other!? I ain't killing anyone!
Darumi Amemiya: Yeaaah, found the first victim! That's totally a thing the first guy dead says!
Boy with penguin shirt: Stoooooooop!
Takumi Sumino: (And that's when it happened.)
[School chime]
Tan girl: Huh? W-what now?
Board screen: Self-introduction period. Introduce yourself to your future comrade-in-arms.
[Kodaka chooses Darumi]
Darumi Amemiya: Name's Darumi Amemiya... nice to meet you... Say, just between the two of us... Do you already know who you're after?
Takumi Sumino: What do you mean by "after"?
Darumi Amemiya: Your initial target in the Killing Game, duh. Just so you know, I don't mind if it's me. I mean, don't I look dumb? Like I'd fall for cheap bait? I sure as heck look like an easy kill!
Takumi Sumino: Hey... Do you seriously believe we're getting into a death game?
Darumi Amemiya: Uh, I do. Well, more hoping than believing. See... I always dreamed of being in a killing game. I've been a huge fan of the death game genre since I was really little...
Takumi Sumino: Yeah, but those are fictional. No one'd want to put their actual lives on the line.
--Darumi Amemiya: Eh? No, the real stakes make it all the better! I have no problems with dying. It'd be nice to take myself out of this depressing trash reality... I see nothing wrong with that...
Takumi Sumino: Huh?
Darumi Amemiya: Tell me... which side are you from? The side of who find only depression and disappointment in normal days? No, you'd understand me if you were. I'm so thankful that painful and suffocating normality, that sturdy as hell normally I thought would haunt me 'til the day I died, finally broke. Can't this death game start any sooner... Kyohohoho.
Takumi Sumino: (I was already expecting an eccentric mindset from her, but wow, she didn't say a thing I can come even close to relating to.)--
[Kodaka chooses Yakushiji]
Takemaru Yakushiji: I'm called Takemaru Yakushiji. Just a warning before anything. Stay away from me when I snap. I tend to punch the closest thing nearby before I look at what it is. I try to stop it, but I can't.
Takumi Sumino: (What the hell... That's messed up...)
Takemaru Yakushiji: So, you also fought those monsters, right? Meaning you also got your transformation?
Takumi Sumino: Transformation...? Oh... yeah, I did. Nothing I remember about it makes any sense, though...
Takemaru Yakushiji: That was some badass stuff! Did ya feel the same way?
Takumi Sumino: Huh?
Takemaru Yakushiji: I feel like I became the superhero I wanted to be as a kid! The power felt AWESOME!
Takumi Sumino: I see... That's one way to look at it.
Takemaru Yakushiji: Though... I'm still worried about the Tokyo Residential Complex. You saw the size of the damage?
Takumi Sumino: Yeah... Lots of people getting attacked...
Takemaru Yakushiji: Maybe... There's still people under the rubble... Lost kids searchin' for their families... Geezers who can't move too well... Fuck! I need to go save 'em! I can't afford to be stuck here!
Takumi Sumino: I can't really tell if he's a savage or a nice guy...
[Kodaka chooses Hiruko]
Hiruko Shizuhara: I'm Hiruko Shizuhara. ...
Takumi Sumino: (That's it? I feel like I need to talk to her more. She's calmer than anyone else here, so maybe she knows something.) Hey, I have a question.
Hiruko Shizuhara: I already told you my name is Hiruko Shizuhara.
Takumi Sumino: I got that part. It's not about that. I think we should talk some more.
Hiruko Shizuhara: Talk...?
Takumi Sumino: Didn't you... also fight those monsters? What do you think they are? Do you think there's more of them?
Hiruko Shizuhara: Don't know. ...
Takumi Sumino: Huh!? Done already?
Hiruko Shizuhara: Discussing what we don't understand is a waste of everyone's time. Where's your common sense?
Takumi Sumino: Yeah, but...
Hiruko Shizuhara: You're wasting time. Our conversation is over. ...
Takumi Sumino: (She turned 180 to face away from me... Guess she doesn't want to say anything more.)
[Kodaka chooses Eito]
Eito Aozuki: Well, ain't we in for a pickle. My bladder fills up when things go south. If things get worse, I might leak myself.
[School chime]
Board screen: All troops, line up and salute SIREI!
Takemaru Yakushiji: There you are, you freakin' toy!
Darumi Amemiya: Yahoo! I've been waiting for this trope! The eccentric mascot you find in every death game!
SIREI: C'mon... Toy? Trope? Can we cut short this train of slander? You people are going to get me depressed... And I can't blame you, my entrance was wholly plagiarized... Still, a respectable commander needs to prove his worth at the critical moments. And you got a respectable commander here, called SIREI! Nice to meet you!
[Cut to the operation room]
Darumi Amemiya: Here's Takumi! Takumi is here!
Takemaru Yakushiji: So you joinin' the fight?
Takumi Sumino: Yeah, that's what I decided. The more people, the better, right?
Hiruko Shizuhara: Only if you can prove yourself an asset.
SIREI: Great! I knew you'd come! Your commander had faith in you!
Takumi Sumino: Don't give me that "faith" shit... I'm only here because you threatened me...
SIREI: Threat... What threat? That was just a warning. Fighting is your only option if you want to protect what matters to you.
Takumi Sumino: Tell me what you mean by that already...
SIREI: I'll tell you when the battle is over! First, we must defend this academy! I'll give everyone a Hemoanima Blade, permanently this time. You use it the same way you did back in the Tokyo Residential Complex. Just one stab to the heart will fill you with divine power! This should let you bring a glorious victory to our prestigious Last Defense Academy! Activate your Hemoanima and hop on this launching platform. It'll dump all of you on the schoolyard.
Hiruko Shizuhara: Where we'll slaughter the enemies. Get it moving already.
Takemaru Yakushiji: Fine by me...! Bring it on...!
Darumi Amemiya: Kyohohoho! Let's give it everything we got!
Takumi Sumino: ... (It'll be fine. We can do it. I just have to do it the same way I did it in the Tokyo Residential Complex. Even I can handle that much.)
Karua Aimiya: It's fine, Takkun! I know you can do it! You can do anything!
Takumi Sumino: (Right...! I can do it...! I can do anything!)
SIREI: Now we move to the defensive battle! Bring all you have! If you lack power, bring also all you don't have! Kill them brutally, callously, tormentingly, thoroughly, and viscerally! Show time, it's a genocide party!
Takumi Sumino's tutorial screen
Takumi Sumino has an excellent balance between ATK and range. Also, Sumino's power enables Retries. Press the + button to restart a battle from the open menu.
Hiruko Shizuhara's tutorial screen
Hiruko Shizuhara has excellent ATK and gains additional ATK for the rest of the turn every time she kills an enemy. Try unleashing a powerful attack after you killed tons of lesser enemies!
Hiruko Shizuhara's first kill dialogue
Hiruko Shizuhara: These monsters are as ugly as the ones before, but their innards have a pretty color... I could get something beautiful out of splattering their guts and brains...
Takumi Sumino: Do you realize how freaky you sound?
Takemaru Yakushiji's tutorial screen
Takemaru Yakushiji has excellent mobility and DEF, and gains more Armor (temporary DEF) the further he moves. Try walking all over the battlefield and scatter lesser enemies along the way!
Darumi Amemiya's tutorial screen
Darumi Amemiya has excellent mid-ranged attacks. She swaps Skills between Normal and Fatigued moves, so try learning her more complex gimmicks!
Eito Aozuki's tutorial screen
Eito Aozuki gains a random buff (ATK+1, Armor+1, or Recover from Fatigue) after every action. Try prioritizing using him to let luck decide your fate!
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dreamwritesimagines · 4 months ago
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Lemme get on the Theo hcs
•First of all, he's obviously a mama's boy. He adores her, thinks she hung the moon and the stars and doesn't care if other boys his age think it's uncool. He's so sweet and reassuring (all his mom's work, obvs) that it was the only thing that soothed her those nights when she was barely an adult and thought she was doing everything wrong.
• I think the first time he showed his powers (I'm taking the energy blasts and shields, idc) it was bc his bio dad tried to hurt her and the fear and adrenaline took over and triggered his powers. He was even younger than he was now and so scared😭😭😭
• Everyone, EVERYONE, in the mansion loves him. Especially the adults because they think he's adorable and he capitalizes on it. I think Jean, Rogue and Storm are absolutely charmed by him because he's the youngest there's ever been there, usually they show up in the mansion around puberty, but HE'S JUST A BABY, the girls all love him because he's so polite and cute. Logan tries to be stern with him because nobody else will on the rare occasion he gets in trouble, but he will pout and all he'll get is a sigh and
'Just don't do it again.'
*eyes lighting up* 'okay, Mr. Logan'
MY LOVE I AM KISSING YOU ON THE FOREHEAD AND ALSO SQUEALING AT THE SAME TIME-
THIS! THIIIIIS! ❤️
Oh my God you're a genius and I'm gonna fangirl over you❤️😍
SO FIRST OF ALL-
Theo as a mama's boy aaaaaaah this is so cute! ❤️ I totally agree that he'd be such a proud mama's boy even if his friends think it's uncool, he's such a precious beannnn🥰 And I think he talks about her nonstop too, like if he asked someone for anything, he would immediately go like,
"Please and thank you!"
"That's very polite of you, Theo. Who taught you that?"
"My mom. She says- she says it's important that we're nice to people."
"She's right."
"She's always right!"
Btw, "it was the only thing that soothed her those nights when she was barely an adult and thought she was doing everything wrong." EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRY ABOUT THIS-
I think the first time he showed his powers (I'm taking the energy blasts and shields, idc) it was bc his bio dad tried to hurt her and the fear and adrenaline took over and triggered his powers. AAAAAAA YOU'VE READ MY MIND! 😍
That's exactly why his powers showed that early on! He didn't even know what he was doing, he just wanted to protect her 🥺 And she feels so so sooo guilty about it 🥺
I think Jean, Rogue and Storm are absolutely charmed by him because he's the youngest there's ever been there, usually they show up in the mansion around puberty, but HE'S JUST A BABY, the girls all love him because he's so polite and cute. Logan tries to be stern with him because nobody else will
GALAXY BRAIN MY LOVE, GALAXY BRAIN! ❤️ I am cracking up, this is amazing! 😂
First of all, Theo being the baby of the mansion YES! 🥰 And Logan trying to be stern 😂 Theo would totally get away with it, and then the next time he got in trouble, he would be blinking up at Logan with wide eyes, the picture of cuteness and Logan would go like,
"Listen kid, we talked about this. You...Jean, what does he have?"
"Nothing, he's too cute."
"Detention. You have detention."
"Logan!"
"Storm, he and his friends blew up the library wall."
"I'm sure there's an explanation for that, right Theo?"
"It was an accident, ma'am."
"Aw, see? An accident."
"And we're supposed to call your mom-"
"Please don't, Mr. Logan. She will be sad if she hears I got in trouble."
"...Yeah okay no, not calling her then."
ILY AND YOUR IDEAS SO MUCH ADSFGHJKL YOU'RE AMAZING, THANK YOU SO MUCH😍😍😍
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spoopy-sloth · 11 months ago
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Man, "Ghost" gave me gender envy and made me yearn for ghost romance.
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