#also this is so nicely written btw !!!!! 💕

[plantboy-typhoon]

Trigun, but Vash is having a regular day for once and he comes across this visual novel in a shoddy little bookstore on the edge of town. And he’s curious about it, the cover is eye catching and he picks it up and reads it. And he’s so intrigued about the trials and tribulations the main character goes through. His eyes go wide at certain shocking events, he finds himself becoming emotional at the rough parts and he cries when the sad parts tug at his heart. But when he main character smiles in that one panel, that one panel off in the corner of the page he finds himself staring at it for a long time. It warms his heart. He finds himself sitting in that shop for most of the day just reading and reading, flipping page after page. He wants to know more about this character. He wants to imagine the little things about them. He wishes he could know them better. And that main character…is you. In your world.

ANON THIS IS SO CUTE HEY WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!

[fioiswriting]

The sea and the fire

“Fire and water looked so lovely together. It was a pity they destroyed each other by nature.” - R.F Kuang

Rating : will be explicit 18+ later, MDNI Pairing : Aemond x Velaryon/Strong!niece!Reader, Cregan Stark x Reader later TW : mention of blood, mention of murder. TW will be added as the story progresses. Words count : 4361 AN : Hello everyone! I'm back from the deads hehe. Sorry, I've been busy with a lot of things lately, I've had a couple of exams and I'm also in the process of writing my (second) master's thesis. Sooo anyway, I've written the first chapter of my new fanfic. Yes, it is YET ANOTHER story that involves niece!reader x Aemond and it is adapted from an RP with my girlfriend. If you're tired of this trope, if you're uncomfortable with this dynamic, I suggest you find another fanfic (there are plenty of masterpieces on tumblr anyway!! 💕). It's been on my mind for a long time, and I finally found the time to finish this first chapter. I don't know yet how many chapters there will be or how often I'll post, but I hope you like it! 💕 As always, be nice, I know there are probably some inconsistencies, but we're here to have fun, right? (BTW, I've been bingewatching Vikings and I know the fandom is kinda dead, but I want to write some x readers now)

Also, English is not my first (nor second) language, so sorry for the grammar mistakes!!

Thank you for reading!!

Chapter 1 : Silk Street

War of heart - Ruelle 🎶

The streets of King's Landing had the peculiar quality of being both enticing and repelling; like a unique, curious spectacle that you discovered with every hesitant step you took. The smell of fresh fish mingled with that of fire and sewers, tickling your nose with unfamiliar smells. It was new to you, these smells, these sounds too; the hammering of the blacksmith's tools on the metal, the shouts of the merchants, the rolling of the cartwheels on the cobblestones of the winding streets. It was different from what you were used to; the steady rocking of the waves, the calm of the rain, the ups and downs of the tides. The only turbulence in your daily life were the storms you were so fond of, and the thunder, the lightning, the wind that shook the stones and lifted the waves had an untameable yet terribly soothing aspect. 

Unlike King's Landing. 

If it wasn't the natural elements that threatened to unleash their wrath here in King's Landing, it was the unpredictability of the people in the streets, the danger lurking around every corner, the risk of disappearing forever into the shadows of a forgotten alley.

Apart from the hustle and bustle of the forbidden streets you were discovering for the first time after so many years - and the adrenaline rush of breaking the restriction on venturing there - King's Landing was, objectively speaking, a deadly bore. 

But it was still less boring than going round in circles in the castle. 

You knew it was the dream of every lady in the Seven Kingdoms to live within the walls of the Red Keep, for it had been yours for a long time. Back when you lived in your childhood bedroom - the one on the second floor - you had no trouble imagining yourself spending your life in the gardens of the Red Keep, with your husband, enjoying the strawberry cakes and the books in the great library.

After all, you and Aemond were inseparable. 

But in the meantime, fate had decided otherwise, and the mild climate of King's Landing, where you were born, where you celebrated your first words and your first steps, had been replaced by the vagaries of Dragonstone's weather. It was the sea, the storm and the rain that raised you, and it was with your feet in the water, on the shingle, that you grew up. 

Living in King's Landing now was different from anything you'd ever imagined before. 

King's Landing tasted bland. Boring.  

Your mother had promised that the stay would be temporary, a few weeks at most, just to settle some business with Alicent and Viserys - your grandfather. The aim was to find a way to keep the peace between your families, but you weren't an idiot. You knew that the rift between your families was growing wider and wider.

And that one of the only ways to prevent a total, irreparable rupture was a promise of marriage. 

Then again, wasn't it your duty to be sold into marriage, to strengthen the bonds, to carry the family's shaky balance on your shoulders?

You already missed Dragonstone. You missed the sea. You missed walking on cold water.

King's Landing was like a golden prison you couldn't leave because everything around it was too dangerous.

And you were bored. You had been reading. You had been embroidering. You had wandered far and wide through the gardens. You'd listened kindly and attentively to Helaena talk about her insects, and you'd spent several afternoons sharing court gossip with Baela and Rhaena.

You spent much of your time avoiding your uncle. Or watching him from afar.

For he had changed terribly; for better or worse, you weren't sure. You only kept the memories of your shared childhood, somewhere in your heart, like a buried secret, like a triple-locked treasure you'd sworn never to open again. 

The memories were painful. They created a lump in your throat, they kept you awake at night, they made your tears flow.  

And that was why you locked them away and threw away the key that kept them locked. 

You decided you weren't that child anymore - you stopped being that child when you went your separate ways, when you went back to Dragonstone and he stayed here. Now he wasn't the little boy you left either: he had become this cold, tall, ruthless young man. He had that cunning little smile, that air of self-assurance he wore with his head held high and his chin up.

Boredom drove you to follow Aegon into the city. He suggested it and suddenly all sense of reason left your body. Weren't you the most reasonable of your siblings, the most prudent, the most intelligent? An inexplicable feeling had urged you to accept, like two hands behind your back pushing you towards him, like a voice in your head encouraging you to abandon your model daughter's appearance: the call of transgression. Curiosity. The desire to be bold. The danger. For once you were making a decision, your own decision, without your parents or brothers knowing. You were the master of your actions, and in a way, it was an act of rebellion that gave you a feeling of freedom, that awakened a sense of excitement in you.

Ser Erryk protested, of course, when he realised your little ploy, but you had already vanished before he could stop you. You laughed as you followed Aegon, his mischievous smile at the corner of his lips as he led you through the secret passage that allowed you to sneak out of the castle, your hand in the crook of his elbow so as not to lose you. 

And everything went well. You enjoyed your newfound freedom with a mixture of curiosity and fear, your body pressed against your uncle's, the hood pulled down over your forehead. You had the advantage of dark hair - the opposite of the Targaryens' emblematic features. It attracted less attention, you knew it. But your curious gaze, your round eyes that discovered the ordinary life of the lowborn must have intrigued the most observant ones, for Aegon nudged you in the ribs when he caught you looking a little too intently at the work of a craftsman. 

"You make a poor peasant," he whispered in your ear. "Well... You're obviously too pretty to be a peasant, that's for sure. But try to be more discreet." He paused. "Those men are looking at you like hungry dogs" he lowered his voice. You rolled your eyes and patted him on the shoulder. 

To tell the truth, you weren't comfortable with all those men giving you lecherous looks, but Aegon's presence was reassuring. 

He showed you the shortcuts he knew, the secrets, the curiosities of the city, and he talked to you. You wondered if he, too, had changed. You wondered if he'd gone from that stupid, mocking, annoying child to a secretly vulnerable, secretly lonely young adult. You knew about his bad habits; alcohol and sex, but this secret escapade showed you a side of him you didn't know. When had he become nice?

"Wait for me," he said as you looked around. The streets had changed, they had become busier, and suddenly you realised that you were frightened. "I'll be quick. Don't move and keep this on your head." 

You wanted to protest, to hold him back, but your uncle had already slipped away.

You were all alone in the Silk of Street.

Your heartbeat quickened. You weren't sure you'd find your way back, and Aegon had ordered you to stay there, not to move, not to talk to anyone. Fuck.

Fuck.

Had he done it on purpose? Was it a plan he'd been hatching all along, a bad joke he'd decided to play on his niece, on Rhaenyra's only daughter? Was he still the mean boy who bullied his little brother? Or did he actually have a real reason for leaving you there, all alone, in the street where brothels piled up and nobles went to satisfy their needs? 

You were angry at yourself for trusting him. You blamed yourself for being so naive. You couldn't believe he'd really set a trap for you, not after the complicity you'd shared just before. 

Or maybe he was just being Aegon; irresponsible and immature, oblivious to danger, and so stupid as to think that waiting for him here was a good idea.

You sighed. Tears tickled the corners of your eyes with fear, but you tried to chase them away, to swallow them down, to calm your racing heart. The last thing you needed was to draw attention to yourself.

But there were these men all around you, looking at you as if they were ready to pounce. Was this how you would end up, abducted, and sold into a cheap brothel? Murdered after serving the needs of a few old men? You shuddered at the thought. 

The voices around you mingled with the tumult, blurred images drawing unidentified shapes before your eyes, and you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself, rubbing your sweaty palms against the fabric of your cloak. 

"So? What do you say, girl?" 

A hand on your waist.

You weren't sure you understood what the man in front of you was saying. The words were bouncing around in your head without you being able to make them out, but his hungry smile was enough to reveal their nature. You froze. He was joined by another man, and you took a step back, then a second. It was as if your body refused to obey you, as if your brain stopped working, and you hated yourself for it. 

You hated yourself for being so weak. 

You had a dragon. You were a Targaryen. So why were you trembling? Why couldn't you gather your courage and run, gather your courage and plunge your dagger into someone's chest, fight and scream?

One of them, the older-looking one, closed his hand around your wrist. 

"Let me go!" You screamed, but the words caught in your throat, escaping your lips like a distorted cry. "Go away!" 

Simple commands that couldn't get through the space between your lips with the authority you wanted. 

You closed your eyes, trying to resist.

Fuck. You were going to die. You were going to be raped and then you were going to die, or be sold into sex work, or -

Something splashed in your face and suddenly you felt free. 

"Didn't you hear her? She said let me go," a hoarse voice growled. 

Your blood ran cold. 

You knew exactly who it was.

That calm but sharp tone belonged to only one person: Aemond Targaryen.

How had he found you? Why had he found you? You opened your eyes instantly, your cheeks still red with shame. You knew you'd been irresponsible, and that wasn't in your nature at all, quite the opposite. But the fact that Aemond had caught you in such a weak position bothered and annoyed you. 

It was supposed to be your secret, your act of rebellious transgression, your forbidden escapade with Aegon. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

It wasn't supposed to be Aemond rescuing you.

You opened your eyes. Facing you, the older man was kneeling on the pavement. He was clutching at his right side, blood trickling through his fingers to the ground. He was suffocating, blood pouring from his lips, but Aemond wiped the blade of his sword with a satisfied smile. 

The crowd had gathered to watch what was happening, a mixture of fear and curiosity on their faces, but Aemond was already hastening to chase them away in a tone that left no room for discussion:

"There's nothing to see," he thundered. "Go away. All of you. Or I'll serve you as food for Vhagar."

The crowd dispersed, frightened; women grabbing their children by the shoulders to force them to move, barefoot beggars hurrying to gather their bowl and few coins to find another place, prostitutes closing the curtains with an irritated sigh, old men almost stumbling, and soon the street was deserted.

Despite the hood that covered his face, you could see the flat line of his grin and the cold, accusing look with which he stared at you. He was furious. 

Perhaps he expected you to thank him, for Aemond approached you without a word. You looked up at him, your cheeks still red with shame. You were too proud to thank him. 

And you were still too angry, too.

Angry at his silence all these years, angry that he'd let you down when you'd stood up for him, angry at the man he'd become. 

"Are you coming or not?" he asked in his icy voice, his hand already closing around your wrist to force you forward, but you didn't move.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, frowning. You'd suddenly regained your repartee. 

You knew you had to calm things down, thank him and follow him in silence. Accept the humiliation and beg for his silence. You knew you were making things more difficult than they already were, but that was Aemond. And once again, in front of Aemond, you had a pride to uphold.

"What am I doing here?" he repeated, his voice sharp. He froze, his dark eyes glaring at you as if you'd just insulted him. Suddenly you felt so small in front of him. "I should be asking you that question," he added dryly, obviously trying to keep the tone of his voice under control. "You're even more stupid than I thought."

The sentence had the effect of a slap in the face, and you felt your cheeks burning. Like a little girl caught red-handed, you lowered your head. What had been going through your mind? Why had you decided to follow Aegon in the first place?

Aemond lifted you with ease and slung you over his shoulder like a sack of flour, as if he wanted to be sure you would follow him, as if he feared you would escape again, as if he didn't trust you. 

And in the end, perhaps he was right.

As he carried you to the Red Keep, your fists pounded on his back. Small blows that he ignored, painless on the width that was his back. 

He seemed to ignore you, perhaps more annoyed that you wouldn't stay still than anything else. But you didn't need him to play the perfect knight, not when he'd been ignoring you all this time. Not when he'd barely spoken to you on your return to King's Landing. Not when he drew a line under your childhood as if nothing had happened. 

Not when he kept harassing your brothers. 

It irritated you. He played the role of the ideal husband-to-be, impassive and calm; as if he'd always been the knight in shining armour he never was.

"You could at least let me go," you sighed, seeing that nothing seemed to disturb your uncle's icy calm. "I know how to walk. "

He had a moment's hesitation where he stopped, and then you felt him readjust your position with a flick of his shoulder. You had no trouble imagining the corners of his lips curling upwards, painting his face with his usual insolent grin, you had no trouble imagining him chuckling at your condition.

"Stop it, you are only making it harder for us," he growled in an authoritative voice. "And if you are not happy, I can always leave you here."  He paused. "I did not know you dreamed of working in a brothel."

The comment was enough to send another wave of heat up your cheeks, colouring them red, but you tried as best you could to keep your composure, as if not to betray your embarrassment in front of the prince. 

You refused to show him that his remark had affected you.

You just gritted your teeth and sighed. 

The position was becoming uncomfortable: Aemond's bony shoulder was digging into your stomach and your legs were going numb, as if thousands of little ants were crawling all over them. 

You hoped no one would see you when you got back to the castle. Your excursion into the city was supposed to be discreet; you weren't supposed to come back with a blood-stained tunic, nor hanging over your one-eyed uncle's shoulders. 

If Aemond knew anything about the impending official announcement of your betrothal, he said nothing, walking ahead of him as if you were as light as a sack of grain.

"Qybor." You whispered again, this time using High Valyrian. Uncle. You hoped the nickname would make him react. "Qybor," you repeated a little louder. "I can walk by myself now."

If the nickname had any effect on him, Aemond didn't show it. But you had no trouble imagining the stupefaction you would have read on his face had you been face to face with him. You were proud of your skills in High Valyrian: you learned faster than Jace, faster than Luke, but then again, you'd always loved books and history, languages and learning. Aemond would probably remember that, it was what brought you together as a child in the first place.

You could see the tall towers of the Red Keep in front of you, their red bricks standing out against the blue sky. From a distance, you could understand the fascination of the people. There was something great, something sumptuous about the sight of this building, and you understood why it had taken three reigns to build it. 

 But despite your pleas, Aemond had not moved an eye. You knew that if your uncle hadn't intervened, you would probably have ended up in a dark alley, or in a filthy brothel, used as a plaything by a bunch of drunken lords, or in the dirty hands of ill-intentioned men. The thought made a lump grow in your throat that you found hard to swallow. 

You were definitely naive and stupid for agreeing to follow Aegon like that. 

Still, you hadn't bothered to thank Aemond.

You had too much pride to thank him, a flaw you'd inherited from your family. 

You were stubborn, never satisfied, and always had something to say. 

But Aemond, it seemed, had as much - if not more - pride than you. 

Your engagement promised to be surprising.

"I am serious, Aemond," you added. It felt strange to call him by his first name when you hadn't addressed him that way for years. "I am a..." strong woman, you wanted to reply, but you chose another word instead, not wanting to give him the occasion to mock you: "independent woman".

As you approached the entrance - you prayed Aemond would choose one of the secret passages, you couldn't bear the humiliation of being carried off like a piece of merchandise by your presumed future husband - he stopped and set you down. His single eye searched your face, as if looking for the slightest trace of gratitude, but he knew he wouldn't find any; he knew it would have been too easy, and he knew it wouldn't have been you. 

You weren't easy. 

Pulling your arm to make you walk faster, Aemond forced you to follow him, around the ramparts, glancing around to make sure no one was following you. He pulled a little harder. "Mandianna," he began, his husky voice vibrating, the tone sending a wave of heat through your lower belly.

There was something incredibly pleasing about hearing the intonations of High Valyrian roll off your uncle's tongue. 

But that was Aemond. And it was out of the question for you to feel anything for Aemond.

Around the bend in the ramparts, out of sight, he slammed you against the wall, both hands pressed firmly against your shoulders to prevent you from fleeing. "What exactly did you think would happen when you went to Silk Street, tell me?"

You knew what he was thinking. That you were irresponsible. That your actions were unworthy of someone of your station, and even more so if you were to be his future betrothed. That he wondered if your time on Dragonstone had made you reckless and wild, that he wondered if he might need to teach you some manners before he could marry you.

His judging gaze swept you from head to toe. As if to say that though your father's legitimacy was often questioned, Aemond knew that you were indeed Rhaenyra's daughter. 

You avoided his gaze, your eyes fixed on a point beside his face. You wanted to say something witty, but the young prince had robbed you of any chance of intelligent thought, and you hated this feeling.

"I didn't think you'd come looking for me, Qybor," you replied with a grin as you looked up at him. "I thought you were a busy man."

You felt his fingers tighten on your shoulders, his nails digging into the fabric of your cloak and tunic underneath. Your behaviour was childish, like a petulant brat, but secretly you enjoyed seeing Aemond lose his temper. You liked to push him to his limits. You liked to see the subtle signs of his irritation; the moment when he clenched his jaw, when he straightened his neck, when his breathing quickened.

If you were to marry him, then you would be poison, ready to corrupt his soul.

He grabbed the collar of your linen tunic and pushed you a little harder against the wall. "I thought you were smarter than to follow my brother into the city." His body rigid against yours kept you pinned to the wall.

The expression on his face betrayed his inner conflict: part of him thinking that he shouldn't care about his niece's actions, about you. Part of him reminding that you were soon to be betrothed. 

And you knew that the thought of other men putting their hands on you, on his bride's body was lighting a fire in the pit of his stomach. 

Jealousy. 

Possessiveness.

Aemond was a man driven by duty. On this level, you were the same; the model son and model daughter of your respective families, charged with performing your duties to prevent the gulf that separated your families from widening. 

Both the eternal seconds of your families. 

Both the pride of your mothers. 

Suddenly he released you. His hand found your wrist again and he pulled you through the corridors of the castle. Had anyone caught you now, your hood pulled down over your forehead, your clothes hiding your appearance, they would probably have frowned and wondered if Aemond had suddenly decided to follow in his brother's footsteps, his taste for debauchery, by bringing a common girl or a cheap prostitute into his chamber.

For at that moment, you did not look like the daughter of royal blood that you were, not with your simple linen clothes, not with the thick cloak that covered your body, not with your hair tied up carelessly. You looked like a servant girl, a smallfolk girl, not like the Pearl of Dragonstone that you truly were.

Aemond's fingers burned around your wrist. You wondered if he felt it, too. If you were causing the same effect in him.

But he was impassive, always so difficult to read. He hid his feelings, buried them under a cold, mysterious shell, as if to protect himself. 

He stopped in front of the door that led to your bedroom. Fortunately, the corridor was deserted. You didn't have the courage to face your parents' disappointed looks, you didn't have the courage to realise that you had betrayed their trust, even if, for a moment, you had forgotten your duty, you had forgotten the responsibilities that weighed on your shoulders, you had tasted a feeling of freedom, so new, so delicious. A foolish act of transgression. 

But you were safe and sound, and that was the most important thing.

"You'd better get changed," Aemond suggested. "It would be better if my mother didn't see you like this."

He clenched his jaw. He looked concentrated, as if he wanted to add something, as if he wanted to reprimand you but had to force himself to remain silent. An instant of silence hung between you. The urge to ask him if he was going to report your little escapade burned on the tip of your tongue, but you thought better of it. 

Aemond's single eye was riveted to you. Piercingly. Fierce. 

For a brief moment, a very brief moment, your uncle's ragged breathing caressed your face and your heart raced. 

He was so close.

"Why? Don't you like to see me dressed like a common girl, my prince?" you asked, teasingly. Like a common girl you could bend over in some dark and gloomy street, you thought. But Aemond was not Aegon, and you felt him hesitate, as if the words had taken him by surprise. His hand, about to find your jaw and make you swallow your insolence, had stopped halfway.

You smirk. Aemond had nothing to worry about. For the official announcement of your betrothal, you had planned to wear a dress that would honour your Velaryon origins.

"Rest assured, qybor," you continued, taking a step in his direction. 

Poison in his soul, you repeated in your head. That's what you'd be to your uncle. You took the time observe him, as if studying him, as if imagining the effect the words you were about to say would have on your uncle. Your eyes sparkled with mischief, and perhaps with something else. "Your betrothed is still intact for her wedding night," you finally whispered in his ear.

He held his breath. You knew that you would break down, brick by brick, the barriers he'd spent years building around his heart. 

You wanted him raw. 

But before you turned on your heel to enter your chamber, you summoned all the courage you had left in your body and stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on the prince's jaw. 

"Thank you for coming to my rescue, my prince."

And then, you were gone.

[mytheoristavenue]

Can you maybe do one of one piece men hearing their shy s/o yell at them for the first time? Or first time their shy s/o acts bratty ? Can be fluff , agnst or NSFW, whatever you'd like my love. I'm sure it'll turn out good , I loved your other ones that you've written!! ❤️❤️ BTW that sanji speaking French got my good 😫😫🤌 *chefs kiss*

I'll do all three! I hope it's alright that I only do Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp for this one! Since I'm going to do three separate scenarios for each, it would be a lot of work to do that for as many characters as I included in my last post! If I missed anyone you specifically wanted, let me know!

Straw Hat Men + Shy!S/O Yelling for the First Time 🍋

Summary: How your Straw Hat boyfriend reacts to hearing you raise your voice for the first time in an angsty, fluffy, and NSFW scenario.

Waring: NSFW, MDNI, fluff, angst, fem!reader

Note: I did mark this one with a lemon as I usually do with NSFW content, but only 1/3rd of it will be! The different scenarios will be marked with a '💕💔🍋', for fluff, angst, and smut respectively. If you've seen any of my masterlists, they also operate under this same key.

Monkey D. Luffy:

💕 Your least favorite part of being a pirate was the fact that your boyfriend was your captain. If you could leave and join a different crew without it being a relationship ending action, you would most certainly consider it. It wasn't always bad of course, but with it was bad- it was awful.

As your lover, Luffy was stubborn, but as your captain it was ten fold. once he settled on a bad idea, there was no changing his mind, no matter how much your opinion as his partner mattered to him. Typically, it was something you could look pasted, but you had to admit, his last bright idea had left you bitter with him, and the way he hounded you for answers as you why you were ignoring him was doing him no favors.

"Awe, c'mon, babe!" he giggled, wrapping his elastic arms around your waist, pulling you back to him after you'd walked away from him. "I'm sorry you got all wet!" he offered, only receiving a sharp glare form over your shoulder.

Earlier that day, he had decided that everyone would go into the town to do some shopping on the island you'd ported on. You picked out a lovely floral sundress, and worn it out of the store after buying it, excited to show him how pretty it looked on you. To your surprise, and later anger, he enthusiastically scooped you up and tried to swing you along with him back to the Sunny, only to miss. Not only did you both collide with the ship's hull, but you also fell into the water, making his survival your responsibility.

"Luffy, that dress was very expensive. I rarely buy myself nice things, and the one time I did, I didn't even have it for ten minutes before you ruined it." you pouted quietly, still unwillingly wrapped in his arms.

"I'm sure it's not ruined, babe, we can wash it." he dismissed, making your blood boil. You couldn't contain your frustration at him.

"No, we can't!" you snapped, pushing him away to glare at him with hands on hips. "It's silk, you can't just toss it in the washing machine! I has to be professionally cleaned, and you just had us set sail away from the only place I could take it to! Who knows how long it'll take us to find another island with a dry cleaners', and even if we found one tomorrow, it wouldn't matter! The stain is already set!"

Luffy simply blinked at your ranting. He didn't understand any of what you'd just said. He wasn't even entirely sure what silk was or why it was so different from regular fabric, but he could recognize that he'd upset you, which he felt bad for. "Awe...I'm sorry babe." he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck shamefully.

"You should be!" you huffed, crossing your arms and turning your back on him.

"Tell you what," he smiled, wrapping his arms around you again, this time laying his head on your shoulder. "Next time we port, we'll go out- just you and me and I'll take you shopping again. I'll have Nami set some of my money aside and it'll me my treat. And I'll see if Franky can build something that can wash silk." he negotiated, melting the tough coating around your heart. "We'll get you all the expensive clothes you want, and that way, you'll be able to to clean them if you need to."

"Luffy..." you swooned, turning in his arms to face him. "You promise?" He nodded with a ear to ear grin, and you threw yourself into his embrace. "Oh, I can't stay mad at you, you're too sweet!"

💔 The second time Luffy heard you raise you voice at him, it was a gut wrenching scream, accompanied by tears. The part that disturbed him most, however, was the fact that it wasn't really at him, but more for him.

"Stop it!" your voice rang out across a smoking battlefield, crack and desperate. "Please, stop, you'll kill him!" You were yards away, but you could still see the light leaving your boyfriend's eyes as he laid motionless on the ground from where you were being subdued.

The marines had ambushed the crew while at an island you'd stopped at for supplies. Kizaru stood over him, glancing over at you when he'd heard, his signature smug grin unfaltering as he made his way over to you. "That's the point, dollface."he cooed. "Dead or alive, or so the saying goes."

"P-Please," you negotiated. "Please, you can have me instead. I-I'm worth something right?" You struggled to remember your current bounty.

"You want me to give up one of the most wanted men on the seas," he chuckled, looming over you. "For a measly ten million berries?Honey," he smirked, eyes darting to Luffy, still unmoving, and back to you. "The only thing that makes you worth anything is your value to him. Now that we've got Straw Hat, we don't have a use for you."

"That's...not true..." a broken and tired voice graveled from where he once lay. Your hopefully eyes snapped to your partner as he slowly rose to face the admiral in your stead.

"Luffy!" you shrieked, relieved tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Still kickin', huh?" Kizaru laughed, turning his attention back.

"That's not true, (Y/N)." your captain continued, entirely ignoring his enemy, yet still walking towards him and not you. "You're worth so much more than being my girlfriend. You're a Straw Hat, and that means so much more!"

🍋 Luffy had never known you to be the most verbal person when it came to physical pleasures, and the silent sighs and tiny gasps became a common song that he learned to enjoy above all others. that was until he heard what you were really capable of.

"Oh, fuck, Luffy!" you cried, tossing your head back in eustasy. He froze entirely for a moment, gazing up at you in awe as you rode him, bouncing with delight, and cursing his name like the sailor you were. You were so entranced that you failed out notice his lack of participation as he watched you put in all the work he normally would.

Hearing those loud, dirty words tumble over your lips did something to him- snapped some sort of line that tethered him to his control. "(Y/N), baby?" he spoke lowly, breaking you of your spell. You immediately began apologizing, bringing your hands to cover your blushing face, only to be caught by the wrists. "What have you never moaned for me like that before?"

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me!" you sputtered, humiliated by your lewd behaviors.

"Well," he decided, guiding your trembling hands to his hair, before winding his rubber arms around your waist and clenching your doughy thighs as hard as he could without doing actual damage. "We're gonna fuckin' find out!"

Roronoa Zoro:

💕 You had been ignoring Zoro all day long and it was starting to drive him crazy, though he wasn't going to let you on to that fact. He eyed from from across the deck as you chatted with Nami about something he didn't care about. Anytime you would catch him looking at you, you'd huff, turn your nose at him, and make it a point to very sweetly ask Sanji for something. Every time, the doting chef would give into your every whim, bringing you parfaits, making you something special for lunch, or even a fancy glass of water with cucumber and mint. Finally, your boyfriend decided he'd had enough.

"Why are you acting like such a brat today?" he grilled sternly, looming over your lounge chair as you tanned. "You better not be trying to make me jealous of that damn cook."

You gasped dramatically, sharing a shocked looked with Nami, before you both rolled your eyes at him. "You've got some nerve calling me a brat." you spat back at him, turning your attention back to your magazine.

"Well, you're acting like one!" Zoro protested.

"Yeah, well," you huffed. "At least Sanji's nice to me and gives me attention when I want it!" Nami silently agreed with you, nodding her head as you spoke.

"Oh my God," your boyfriend groaned, rolling his eyes and slumping his shoulders. "Is that what this is about? Damn, you're so annoying."

You scowled at him, throwing your magazine onto the floor in a fit. "No, Zoro, you know what's annoying? Trying to spend time with your boyfriend, only to get passed up for lifting stupid weights!" you shouted, collecting the attention of many of your nakamas, which embarrassed him quite a bit. "All you do is work out or clean your damn swords! I wake up, and you're not in bed because your training, I go to bed and- same thing!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry I have to train to keep you protected you highness!" he snarled back at you. "It's not like I've saved your life or anything."

"Oh, thank you for not letting me die! Boyfriend of the damn year!"

"Jesus Christ," he growled, finally giving in under all the stares of his crewmates. "I'll skip work out tonight and we can cuddle all night, okay?"

"Okie dokie!" you beamed, demeanor immediately shifting back to the kind, sweet girl everyone knew you as. Zoro sighed, exhausted by your manipulation tactics; he needed a nap.

💔 Zoro's body froze solid, hearing you're voice from a location he couldn't pinpoint. His mind went into fight or flight mode as the fear and desperation in your voice struck him like a pendent in a church bell, sending vibrations all throughout him. "Zoro!"

"(Y/N)?!" he called back, spinning as he took in his surroundings. He could see so many people, but none of them were you. Where were you?

"Zoro!" Suddenly, you broke through the crowd, making a mad dash for him, leaping into his arms before he could register it. "Oh my gosh, I thought I'd lost you!" you cried into his chest. "I was so worried!"

He was still frozen, for the first time in his life unable to act. "Y-you were worried about me?" he stammered, having trouble wrapping his head around the idea.

"Yes!" you replied, nuzzling into his throat. "There's marines on the island, and when I turned around and you weren't there I thought you were in trouble!"

"If that's the case, you should have gone back to the ship." he scolded you lightly, trying to mask how much his heart melted at your concern. "Now we're both in danger."

You shook your head quickly. "No, I'm not going anywhere without you! We'll go back together!" You insisted. "What if you get lost again?"

His stern face softened into a loving smile, reflecting his feelings in the moment, before grabbing you by the hand. "Fine, let's go. You lead the way."

🍋 Zoro had never heard anything more lewd that the sounds he was extracting from you now. You were laid out in his arms, across his lap, his fingers reaching for invisible buttons inside you, making your tummy do flips. Each breath you took was ragged and punctuated a needy whine. Typically, you sang a song of soft hums, using his name as a refrain every so often, and he did adore that, but nothing could compare to the arousal he got from hearing you curse.

"Shit, Zoro, I-I-!" you were beyond the point of forming fully coherent sentences, most of them fading after a few words. His own breathing quickened as he worked you better and better by the minute.

"Yeah, baby," he groaned, his face contorting into a frustrated snarl. "Tell me all those dirty words you know."

God Usopp:

💕 "I said I'm sorry!" he squeaked, following you out of his workshop and into the bathroom. "It was an accident!" You ignored his pleas for your forgiveness as you walked up to the sink, leaning over to dip your head under the faucet. He had been showing you his newest star, when he shot it at a shelf, which in turn shook, knocking a bottle to toad oil onto your head. Your silence terrified him as he stood idly by watching you try to rinse it from your scalp. "I-If you let me take a bath with you, I'll wash it all out-" His nervous negotiations were cut short by your harsh glare.

He wrung his hands, pacing back and forth as you disrobed and slipped into the washroom, heading straight for the shower in the corner. Reluctantly, he followed you, fully clothed, unsure if he was meant to or not. "I really am sorry," he admitted, stepping up behind you as you say on the stool and poured a bucket of water over your head. "Here, let me." he insisted, thoroughly rinsing your hair before massaging product into it. You wordlessly allowed him to was the oil out of your hair, enjoying the quiet of the moment, until he ruined that too.

"A-Are you gonna break up with me?" he piped up anxiously.

"No!" you shouted with an exaggerated sigh. "I'm not going to break up with you over this, Usopp, I'm just mad!"

"Sorry," he replied, embarrassed at his silly question. "Thank you..."

"For what?" you snapped, wishing he would simply stop talking for a few minutes.

"Giving me another chance." he answered quietly. You felt your heart tear a bit at his insecurity.

"Usopp, I would never leave you over something this small." you confirmed, glancing at him over the shoulder. "I know it was just an accident, and I forgive you. I just need a few little quiet time to cool off."

He nodded, prompting you to relax as he lathered your scalp. Within minutes, you were putty in his hands, and happy as a clam again.

💔 The way his name came out of you mouth tore Usopp apart. Though you weren't together yet at this time, he still held so much undying love for you, but his pride had gotten the better of him. He ignored your sobs as he walked away from the crew, choosing a broken ship over everyone who cared for him- including you.

"Usopp, you stop right there!" you commanded, tears steaming down your face as you struggled to run after him. You'd seen him respond when Kaya did this, and you genuinely thought it would work, but obviously, given the circumstances, his love for her was much stronger than what he had claimed to have for you. "Please, come back! Usopp!"

You tumbled to the rocky shore of Water 7, having tripped over your own feet, your vision too obscured by tears to see straight. "Please!"

"C'mon, (Y/N)," Nami sniffled, pulling you to your feet only to hold you back from pursuing him further. "He's made his choice."

🍋 Usopp marveled up at you from between your thighs as you sat perched atop his face. As you rode, bucking your his against his chin, you failed to notice the escalation of your volume, but he didn't. He adored your shy, soft moans- even thought of them in his sleep but this was entirely new, and so much better.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you chanted. "Love riding your pretty face, baby!" He melted beneath you as you writhed, crying out in ecstasy, using him the way you wanted. He watched as you raised your arms, tangling your fingers in your hair. "Wanna cum all over your face!" you sighed, entranced.

"Do it, angel." he purred, voice muffled by your heat as he ate his fill. Your eyes shot open as you realized your dirty thoughts had spilled into the open air.

"Oh my God!" you squealed, instantly pushing yourself away form his face, leaving a snail trail down his chest to where you currently sat at his pelvis. "I'm so embarrassed, I'm so sorry!"

Usopp's fingers delicately laced with yours as he pulled at your hand. "Get back up here," he cooed, guiding you back to your previous position. "Please cum all over my pretty face."

Vinsmoke Sanji:

💕 You pouted in the corner of the dining room as Sanji served dinner, setting your plate down in from of you, and delicately tying your napkin around your neck as he always did. "What's wrong, Mon amour?" he asked, softly petting your hair, only to have you turn your nose up at him. The rest of the crew looked on in curiosity as the chef continued to serve, all the while struggling to get you to give him time of day.

After the meal was finished and everyone else had left the table, you stayed to help him clean up as usual. "Mon trésor, talk to me." he insisted. Once again you ignored him, prompting him to take the dishes from your hands and set them aside, before cupping your cheek to ensure that your focus was only on him. "What's the matter?"

"Oh nothing," you scoffed. "Just wish I had a boyfriend that was only my boyfriend is all."

Sanji stared at you blankly, puzzled by your sudden aggression towards him. "I'm all yours, amour, why would you think otherwise?"

"You seem to be pretty friendly with every other girl you come across," you muttered bitterly.

"Are you jealous?" he smirked, only to find that, to you, this was no amusing matter.

"I shouldn't have to be!" you snapped, sniffling a bit. "I shouldn't have to feel like I have to compete for your attention..." He stood in front of you, lips ajar from surprise at your level of emotion on the matter. After a moment, he softened, pulling you into his chest.

"This world is full of beautiful people, male and female," he soothed as you resisted the urge to cry in front of him. "We can never simply turn off our attraction to people, but at the end of the day, you should know that you take up all the space in my heart."

"Some apology," you scoffed, trying to push his affections away.

"It's not an apology," he corrected. "Though, maybe it should be. I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, amour." he cooed, petting your hair and letting you be frustrated with him. Sanji was never one to try and sort out a problem immediately. He knew emotions took time to ease through, and how unhealthy rushing that could be. "Would you like some time to yourself?" he offered, pulling away from you to look into your eyes. You shook your head lightly, before nuzzling back into his chest. "Would you give me a chance to make it up to you?" You nodded shallowly, your hair getting mussed and collecting static from his shirt.

He smiled sweetly, parting from you, and holding you at arms' length. "Tell you what," he began, glancing over to the sink full of dishes. "Give me a few minutes to clean this up, you go get in the tub and wait for me."

💔 You stood in the pouring rain, outside looking in on a private moment. Sanji, the man who'd sworn his eternal love for you was there, embracing his wife to be the day before their wedding. His face was battered and bruised as he whispered to her. "Let's get married tomorrow."

Against all your better judgement, your shattered heart forced agonized screams from your throat as you sobbed, slamming your fists on the glass. Your shoulders shook as the rain mixed with your tears as they slid down your face. Just beyond, you watched as Pudding, the woman who'd taken your place nearly jump from her skin, fearfully snuggling deeper into his embrace as she eyed you as if you'd hurt her.

Sanji however never bothered to look. He heard you, he was just choosing to ignore your cries, no matter how deeply they bothered him. He could feel his decisions effect you in the form of guilty sweat dripping down his spine. Eventually, he turned his back to you, pulling his bride away as they exited the room. He couldn't stand the pitiful sight of you any longer, lest he begin to weep himself.

🍋 Sanji stared down at you, love and passion exuding from his pores as he made love to you. He held your legs securely over his shoulders as he eased in and out of you, counting how many times your breath would hitch before you could exhale. "Me prends si bien, chérie." he purred, leaning into your ear, nearly folding you in half.

"S-Sanji..." you whimpered, face numb from the overwhelming pleasure you were under. You couldn't hold back the way your volume was increasing, no matter how humiliating. He was worth being embarrassed for.

"Oui, mon amour?"

"F-Feels so good!" you affirmed, the need to feel useful swallowing you whole. You wanted to be an active participant, not simply a toy, but the way he loved on you left you paralyzed. "Wanna make you feel good too..."

"Tu me fais me sentir divine, chérie." he soothed, letting go of a weighted breath. "Continue juste à chanter comme ça pour moi, d'accord?"

Translations:

Mon amour/amour = My love/love

Trésor = Treasure

"Me prends si bien, chérie." = "Taking me so well, darling."

"Oui, mon amour?" = "Yes, my love?"

"Tu me fais me sentir divine, chérie." = "You make me feel divine, darling."

"Continue juste à chanter comme ça pour moi, d'accord?" = "Just keep singing like that for me, okay?"

[2aceofspades]

4.) When did you become a fan of TMNT?

18.) Who is your favorite villain?

19.) Who is your favorite ally?

27.) What is something you love to see in TMNT art/fics?

28.) What is one thing you would like to see explored more in TMNT art/fics?

33.) What is your favorite thing you've made for TMNT?

35.) Which character relationships are your favorite to write/draw?

Sorry there's so many 😅 you don't have to answer them all if you don't want to.

I absolutely ADORE your art btw, it is so amazing and so nice to look at and it's just ✨✨✨

Anywizzle, I hope you have a great rest of your day/night :]

4.) I guess I became an official fan a little bit after the Rise movie came out. Of course, I had known about TMNT when I was pretty little cuz my older sib was a fan. I also watched a bit of the 2003 show and 2012 show growing up ✨

18.) I really like Big Mama. She's such a slay 💖 I also really like Rise!Shredder and the Mud Dogs

19.) Cassandra 😭💙✨ that's my girl 💙 Also April cuz she kicks major ass and is such a good friend fr fr 💚

27.) Angst 😌 but like, relatable angst~ So, written or drawn trauma that speaks to me, I suppose. It's a major reason why I adore EMD so much. It makes me feel seen and understood in a way that hits so hard in such a good way augh yess

28.) That's a good question, and one that I can't say I've thought too much about, to be so honest. I think, for me, I would like to see more of Big Mama's assistant on my dash, but that's more so me just being out of the loop hehe 😅 There is another more serious topic that I would like to see be talked about, but I don't really have the words to articulate it currently.

33.) Whew, um...if not the 3K celebration I did for EMD (cuz that was so fun to create hehe~) then maybe some of the more rendered pieces I've made for my own au (rip TWFTB). Although, I love a lot of the stuff I draw for EMD for many reasons <3

Here are some of my overall faves in no particular order~

I don't yap about or draw for my own au anymore, but that's okay/gen

35.) I love drawing f!April and f!Cassandra being all lovey-dovey 💕 It seriously makes me so happy and I should draw them more 😤♥️ Also, I loved drawing f!Raph and f!Leo co-leading in the resistance in my au.

No worries at all! I love these ask games and I very much appreciate your curiosity 🤗✨

Also AAAWEEE!!! Thank you so much!! 🥹💙 I really appreciate it 🙌🙌 I hope you have a great day/night as well 🌟 Thank you again!!

(:

[idiotmf]

Oooookay. So... quick, little update.

(It's a lie, it's never quick or little, heh.)

I'm working on the first interactive story and I'm about 20% through the writing work and things are about to pick up.

The story itself isn't all that noteworthy and a secret for now, in case I'm going to scrap the idea and go with a different one. (it do be like that sometimes)

I'm going to give a rough estimate of a couple weeks until I'm going to release it. Unless I start obsessing over it, then maybe less but don't bet on it.

It's very barebones in terms of appearance and function... as in... You can currently choose your own name and what genitals you have, the rest is predetermined by the answers you click on.

The idea for now is for the reader to be a sub and have a choice between at least two (male) partners (aka for now it's written that you can have either one or both if you play your cards right). Maybe I'll do dom later if people are interested? Unsure yet.

I'm thinking of implementing a sort of "Affection points" system that determines your ending in a more subtle way, just like some visual novels have. I'm an idiot when it comes to coding though, I only learned a bit of HTML for a game once because it let you add custom descriptions, lol. I figured the very basics of it out but there's still some work to be done, not to mention it would require me to put a value on everything.

Anyways, here's where the poll comes in. I know a lot of you just click on an answer without reading the rest, I see you. I'm like that too, so I'm sneakily going to hide it under the read more section so I get a few more organic answers.

* AP = Affection Points (the system I was talking about above)

I have a feeling I can guess the answer but I am the queen of somewhat unnecessary polls, at least in my own mind, so why not?

I also promise I'll write some more smut soon, just currently busy with my job and the project (and also being a 'functional' adult; rip).

Last bit of text, I promise but I'm going to dedicate a new tag to this, and I'm calling it #idiotupdates for those peeps that care enough. (#idiotrambles for all the other stuff btw)

Have a nice weekend, my lovely monsterfuckers! I shall soon return with an ask request that I did not procrastinate on and you cannot prove anything.

💕

[80smen-fanclub]

i used to watch mash as a kid but i’m watching it for the first time all the way through by myself now and i’m wondering what alan alda movies i should watch first? loooove your edits btw i think i’ve seen you on tiktok? 💓💕

Hi!!

I think it really depends on the reason you want to watch. Eye candy Alan, actually meaningful movie, rage watch, something to watch and cook etc. So if I may, I’ll just give you my faves.

Personally, I think The Four Seasons is a really nice watch, it was really comforting for me (and it’s also written and directed by Alan), I’d start with this or just something he directed/wrote

If you want something pre-MASH, definitely Jenny. Mephisto Waltz and Paper Lion were actually enjoyable too

If post-MASH, Sweet Liberty is really silly but has its moments, I actually really liked it. Betsy’s Wedding is something you could watch without really thinking much, it’s basically Father of the Bride (the one with Steve Martin)

From newer stuff, probably The Aviator (he was nominated for an Oscar for this I believe?) and The Marriage Story (haven’t seen, but apparently he was good in it)

But it’s honestly just my opinion, so you probably need to check out for yourself!!

Thank you for the nice words! And yes, I also post on TikTok💜

(I could just add a normal photo of Alan but I still think this is funny)

[celestie0]

Ellie, I mean it when I say that if you hurt my precious little Kickoff Satoru Gojo and Kickoff Reader, I will cry 😿 you’ll be making a grown woman cry 😿

I’m joking btw you do whatever you want and I will manage because I BELIVE IN TRUE LOVE AND TRUE LOVE CONQUERS ALL 🥺🩷

Also I’m so weirdly emotional about kickoff ending??? Like obviously I know their story has to end but I don’t want it to ?? It’s like seeing my friends (how pathetic that I’m calling fanfiction characters ‘friends’) graduate 🥹 like it’s so bittersweet ??? Anyways 😔🫶🏽

AHHH bb i fear it will be quite a bit angstyy shdkdkdj BUT I PROMISE there will be a very happy ending :”) like a sickeningly sweet happy ending ive actually already written a lot of it n it makes me sob AAA so dwww

YES TRUE LOVE CONQUERS ALL IS DEFINITELY THE THEME OF THIRD ACT IN KICKOFF

awiee im so touched to know you feel sad ab it ending bc i feel so sad ab it ending too 😭💕 but im the author so that would make sense LOL it’s just im glad to know im not alone hahah you’re too sweet my love :”)

AND NO THATS NOT PATHETIC AT ALL i swear there are fictional characters i’m literally so delusional that i think they genuinely exist out there somewhere bc they mean that much to me slksdjaksjdh i’ve def felt a lot for fanfiction characters i’ve read too hahah <33

im so glad to know you’re looking forward to seeing them graduate, i think that scene will be the sweetest to write bc i look back at my own graduation very fondly, and it’ll be a nice way to remember it 😭💕 anywho im yappin but LOVE YAAA <33

[palfriendpatine66]

Hey!

So I started to read your fanfictions and I just adore pinning in preschool I have never imagined that I will love Obikin co-parenting Luke and Leia but I do now. and can't buy me love I cannot wait to see where thus goes

Also, Gesi Means Peace is everything. Your best one (from the three I've read). You have put your heart and soul into this, despite and maybe because it is so, so different then anything else you've written. It is so raw and sad. I understood why you didn't wrote it as a ship which probably nade it harder but I think it was the righr call.

BTW the Obikin playlist on Spotify is 😍

All in all, you seem like an awsome person and I hope that your creativity will countinue to florish!

Live reaction of me reading all these nice things

So glad to hear you’ve been reading and enjoying! I have to say I think Gesi Means Peace is my favorite work as well!

I can’t take credit for the Spotify playlist, 99% of those songs came from asks from my Music Anon but it was so great I had to share with everyone.

Thanks for taking the time out of your day to spread a little positivity 💕 your pal

[your-nanas-house]

Hey Nana, hope you’re well. I was just wondering if you had any advice for someone who is starting out writing. I’ve written before but never on tumblr and after posting a few things, I’m struggling a bit with motivation. You’re one of my favourite blogs and I would love to know what keeps you going? 🩷

Your writing is absolutely gorgeous by the way, like, really, amazing 💐

Smezzzz

Omg Hi darling!! 💕 First.. this is so sweet, second... I honestly struggle too. With the motivation, with the writing and all that— reason because I'm posting less lately.

I would suggest to just keep going, write for yourself and decide if you want to post it or not. I have been here on Tumblr since some years now and interacting with nice people plus reading works of others.. truly helps a bit.

It depends also on the reason of your lack of motivation too. 🙇🏼‍♀️

Thank you for the kind words, btw. They are very appreciated and I hope you will manage to re-find your motivation. 💕

[tarastabz]

Do you read any of the Tara and Sam fics on ao3? If so, what are your favorites?

YES I DO!! There are so many good ones so i'm definitely forgetting some.

I specifically love this one because i'm a sucker for fanfics about tara's abandonment issues

When i first read this one, it made me feel too many different emotions.

THIS ONE OMG!! If you haven't read it, i definitely recommend doing so. also the writing in this is just amazing. And it's nice to see someone talk about the conspiracy theories because we moved on from those too soon.

I'm going through my bookmarks and i found this one that i forgot about but i remember loving it. This makes you understand Tara's character so well, especially Tara post-scream 2022.

A KIRBY AND TARA FANFIC THAT I LOVED.

I love the way they're written here. It's very accurate to how they are canonically. And i just love how traumatised they are 💕💕💕

I cried multiple times while reading this.

There are so many others, especially more recent ones btw. Oh and i love every @krikeymate fanfics, both on here on tumblr and on ao3

[viviane-lefay]

Thank you so, so much for your kind words and support, @memoriesoftanalorr!

It is very much appreciated!

I'm really glad you like my take on him, Santari, as well as their relationship.

His backstory was really important to me, because it is such a crucial part of what made him the way he is, so I really put a lot of research and effort in creating it. (P.S.: I added some things to my headcanon posts in the meantime, perhaps you'd like that, too!?)

And thanks that you like his parents, as well as their names.

Since Star Wars has quite some aspects that are inspired by Indian culture (names among them - Santari, too), I thought I'd take a look there. But it had to have a nice ring to it, as well as an appropriate meaning on top, fitting for the character, as well as their traits and cultural background (btw, Medhani means "of intelligence" - which reflects Arkanian values, and Dhaval means "sparkling white", because of his snow white hair).

As for Santari - being so close to Dagan, of course she must have known all this about him - and from what is known about her, I think her reaction would be pretty much how I described.

Sad, that there isn't much about her in the canonical sources, either.

And no, it is absolutely not fair that Dagan was treated so poorly by the writers. So often, I stumble upon comments by people who express their disappointment regarding his character portrayal. It's quite a widespread sentiment, actually.

For many he's just a pretty face / the Sexy Guy™ - and, above all, the "TANALORR IS MINE!" dude, as if there is nothing else about him, and he has no other lines but to spout this phrase all the time, like Pikachu does his "pika pika".

But they do have a point - his dialogue wasn't the most well-written, either (bar some very few exceptions).

Ironically, even with the information that was already given about him, it was pretty clear there is so much more about him, so much depth and complexity, that was just waiting to be explored - but somehow, just wasn't.

Because the man was just a mere plot development tool for the writers to use for their main character - because that's what good writing is about ... NOT!

UGH!!!

It really angers me that the writers seem to be quite unapologetic about it, too - and yes, the two-dimensionality definitely was intentional on their part.

That he's an Arkanian offshoot was added later, after the game was finished, according to what I heard, so they were even lazy on that front.

But, then again, Star Wars just isn't the same, quality-wise, after Disney swallowed it up.

I guess I'll never get over that ... *exasperated sigh*

Absolutely, yes!

She is his one and only - the love of his life! 💕

I like the thought of Cal and Dagan becoming good friends, as well.

In my headcanon, they definitely will develop a close friendship at some point - especially because of Cal's kind and forgiving nature, and something he did for Dagan (something concerning Santari) that left a lasting impression on the latter.

Frankly, during the game, it always seemed to me that Cal felt compassion towards Dagan to some degree - be it in the way he talked to and about him, which was still quite respectful considering how he was treated in return, and also how he paid his last respect to him, honouring him as a warrior, after he killed him (although I still feel that Dagan absolutely should have gotten a proper funeral on Tanalorr - even Bode got one - and he actually betrayed Cal on a very personal level, plus is the one responsible for both Master Cordova's and Cere's death ... I know, I obviously rejected this part of the canon, i.e. Dagan's death, but it still bugs me.).

I think, he'd be one of the few people besides Santari who could actually manage to make him drop his defenses and penetrate the walls he built around himself.

[n0sewise]

I dont know who has been criticizing your (fight me whoever you are) but your fics are soooo good. Also, who can be mad at HxH angst? The story is a pool of angst since EP 1 when Gon said "I want to know why being a hunter is good enough for my dad to leave me". Btw, are you working/drafting on new killugon AUs for the future? You seem to be into music and i'd die to read a band mate AU from you! (But no pressure though 🩷)

hey, that's really sweet, thank you so much!

Honestly I think I got the point across on my recent update and people have been pretty nice.

I have a soft spot for 90s/early 2000s music, and I think it was such a huge part of 90s culture in general, so I've been trying to include it however I can in my WIP. A band au is such a good idea! Admittedly I don't know a ton about music other than what I like, but a band au would be really fun and something I'd personally love to read! 💕

I have too many things on the go at the moment to add another, but if you're curious, this is the current list:

a royalty au with both boys as princes

an office au with some leopika thrown in

baby's first smut oneshot in the canon universe. it's the filthiest thing I've ever written

Also sidenote: I've seen some fic writers post snippets of the things they're working on. Would anyone be interested in that? I don't want to spam the killugon tags on here if it's preferable to just read them once they're fully complete.

[veritasss5]

Hello! How are you doing? I was hoping to participate in your ask game: your beauty. My nickname is Liz btw. 🌺

I didn’t really know how to answer this question but I don’t consider myself beautiful so I wanted to know if there was anything that was beautiful about me? I’ve always loved romance but I’ve never been in a relationship or been confessed to and I always assumed it’s because of how I look like and because I take a while to open up to people. I always think maybe if I was prettier people would like me more so that’s why beauty is important to me. I know I shouldn’t think like this but I feel bad cuz I really want to be in a love connection with someone, but I find it hard to believe someone would like me or look at me that way. (Also sorry about this long post and if what I said didn’t really answer the question…I didn’t really know how to write what I was thinking) 💕

Hello Liz!! Nice to see you again! I am a little bit better from my cough and thank you so much for asking me♥️✨🫶🏻 how about you? I see that you really want to have a love connection, which I totally understand! But I think that you shouldn’t fret about having a love connection when you know that you still have insecurities about yourself. I talk with experience because I have seen people ruining their relationship because both parties have huge insecurities that have never been addressed before, so be careful when you jump into a love relationship. Make sure that you have a solid foundation about yourself and you are confident enough to be independent. Love connection should be like a decoration for adding fun into your life, not a main need that you need to satisfy.

Never think beauty = people will love me more !!

If someone wants to have a love connection with you it is because they love for who you are not for your physical beauty. Yes, it is a very cliché and boring answer, but after seeing so many relationships fail (fortunately I am not the one that I have experienced those pains) I know for sure that cliché answer is the truth. That physical beauty insecurity can lead to issues in a relationship because one of the parties will always think they are not beautiful enough to stay with the other one and that could potentially lead to break up. I know that I should not comment on it but I really hope you can gain confidence in yourself and I apologise for this long talk. You are very young so you still have a whole life in front of you to experience, don’t rush it because you see others experience it first.

I hope you find the right one that can love you for who you are truly♥️ Okay, let’s go for the ask game!

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Invest in your physical appearance. Take time to decorate yourself, make up can enhance your beauty. I think about clothes that make you slim and toned (?). Work out your physical body, it is not just for beauty, it is for your physical health as well. Warm and summer colours may suit you. Take time on searching for what you like and how you can enhance it so you can feel good about it. You can draw people through your diligence, hard work and honesty. Seeing you committing to your goals may pick interest about you and feel inspired to do the same. Use contour technique in your daily makeup routine to sharpen your face. Earth energy. It takes work and patience to work on your in and out beauty. You have very grounded energy. Hard work will pay off in anything. Your beauty reminds me of the sun in an energetic way. The more you smile or have the type of sunshine personality, the more beautiful you are.

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Thank you so much for trusting me and have a nice day or night!✨ don’t forget to show gratitude after the reading as rules written♥️

Reminder: if you don’t say at least “thank you”, I will remember to not give you future readings from me.

[stayxlix]

I've been saving off the deep end to read once I had a break between exams

BRUH THAT STORYYYYYYY!! Pls don't mind my analysis and play-by-play reactions😩

You're writing style is so good I love the descriptions and how you manage to make everything so vivid. District 7's description was so on point, I really like how I could visualize it.... The tavern, the roads, the forests, the people...

"Cold rings on his fingers pressed into bare skin" goodbye I'd fold so fast✋✋✋ like yes he's a stranger but BRO

"He hesitantly brought his thumb up to run it over your bottom lip," I- 😀

I'm barely 2k into this story and already feeling a scream creeping up my throat.

"Without another word or giving you the chance to respond, he turned to go." Now excuse me dear sir✋ Get your outer district ass back here👹

How are you gonna make out w/ me then just dip💀 survival ig but STILL

"....so many eyes on you, permanently associating you with your father and his regime," SO WELL WRITTEN UGH CHEF'S KISS

I love the mc (main character) so much. They've won my favour so fast, uncharacteristically so. This is the kind of 'y/n' that we need to see more often! The change, the hero.

"A life with him certainly wouldn't involve tight corsets and suffocating lies." How are we so sure about the latter sweetie👀

But mc is better than me I'd probably be going there (district 7) every night in hopes of seeing him. But the chances are low considering he was on the run😔 Rational thinking ftw I guess?

"He had probably already forgotten about you." NAURRR😭 (I could never be this mature... To admit this to myself in such a situation? Nope)

"...followed by the glass walls of the hall shattering to pieces around you." Ok THIS PART IN THE STORY✋ Loveeee the build up of tension. I feel like I'm there omg.

"six..seven..maybe eight figures dressed in all black with bandana...." OOOH👀👀👀 !!! STRAY KISS WOO

"a group of your father's guards run up and make contact with the boys, tossing a couple of them their own guns."😨 HUH? OMG WHAT???? Betrayal of the century purrr😻

"The boy who had kissed you in the alley two weeks ago." GOODBYE CBFNFNFBFV

I should've seen this coming butt I'm FLABBERGASTED

Let's goooo😩😩✋ Also thank you for making it brown hair Felix, like THANK YOU😋 (btw this ask is so long sorryyyy)

"You swear you saw the faintest hint of a smirk... " OFFICIALLY HOLLERING RN AARGHHHH

No bc I hope he kidnaps mc😘 and Jisoo ofc😻 let's go live in the trenches 😋

NO the guards ruined it😒 Can they duck off istg

"Were you protecting him? " Dgfhgkhmkdxnh

"You mouthed "go" and if you had blinked you would have missed the nod he gave you in return." I need a minute🤒 A longgggg minute to process this

"Why would the boys risk their lives to send a message? " THIS IS SUCH AN ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF SKZ HELP

Like that's LITERALLY THEM

"As far as he knew, you were just like the rest of them." Bro this story is INTENSE

On that more I will be leaving for now, I need to eat and process this story before continuing it is so bloody good

Again, I'm so sorry for how long this is

omg so i just want to start by saying that from the bottom of my heart i am so touched by this. i seriously think i re-read it at least 7 times and i can’t even begin to express how much it means to me that you took the time out of your day to go through and immerse yourself into the story the way you did.😭💕 the play-by-play literally had me giggling to myself like a CHILD lmao you’re actually so funny like i wish i could hire you to narrate my life.😂

this is the first/only fic i’ve ever written and you complimented some of the parts i was most insecure about without even knowing it and i just. thank you.🥹💕 like your comment about the mc i could actually cry. and it’s always nice to find another dark hair felix stan because as much as i love the blonde (and i really do) i just couldn’t imagine him any other way here.

please don’t ever feel the need to apologize for how much you write this is what i LIVE for and it gives me so much motivation to continue the story. you could write an entire novel and i would happily sit down and read every single word.😊 i hope you got something good to eat (and that your exams went well) and i hope the rest of your day/night has been just as good as this made mine.💕💕💕

[taegularities]

i saw that you’re indian and as your neighbour, i just wanted to say hi🇵🇰👋🏼

Also wanted to say i’m in love with all your stories, i love your writing style and the way the characters you write are so complex and relatable, it makes reading so enjoyable. I recently read candles & flames and it was honestly amazing. The angst was just written so well and the ending had my jaw on the floor, what a plot twist. I’m still choosing to believe jk was playing his uncle and said all that to stop him breathing down his neck. He has to have feelings for her, i refuse to believe he doesn’t. Oc is so precious and kind hearted, there’s no way he hasn’t fallen for her. I’m so excited for the next chapter, can’t wait to see how the story unfolds♥️

omg neighbour, hellooo !! how's it going? 💕

also wait, more love in the inbox? how do i deserve 😭 i appreciate it so much that you mentioned the bit about my characters btw, bc characterisation is something i've been working on and improving constantly... so thank you for not just that, but for the entire message. so so sweet.

ahhh yeah.. it's actually so nice how much faith everyone has in jungkook. bc yeah i agree, i think oc is a sweetheart !! so he better not make it worse 😭 i'm so excited, too... thank you so much for reading and taking your time to send this feedback 🥺

[nipahnan]

Long rant incoming so I’m sorry in advance!

I also apologize if I get angrier the more I write, this whole situation is so childish and I don’t understand any of these claims.

Please ignore if not interested!

So I normally wouldn’t respond to stupid things like this, but there are SO many false allegations in this comment that I can’t keep quiet because I’m hurt and angry…

-calling my room ugly:

valid. It’s completely up to someone’s preference if they like my room or not. Could you have been nice and just keep your opinion to yourself? Probably. Yet in the end, it’s my old room and I liked it, and that’s what matters. And yes I say my old room, because this is my room from 2022, back when I still lived in Germany.

-Making fun of, and not believing that I live in Japan, calling it nipon (it’s nippon btw) baiting:

I literally live in Japan, idk what else to tell you. „no way anyone believes that“ then how about you ask all my friends, mutuals, family in Germany and all the people that actually follow my other social media and stop making assumptions? :) My bio all over my social medias since 2023 has been „GERMAN living in Japan.“ (since you willingly ignored to mention the German while reciting my bio, I’m gonna repeat it as often as possible for you💕) My bio on tumblr also had that written down until October or November (I actually don’t remember the exact month anymore because tbh who the f*** even cares? But if anything I even have screenshots of that, so don’t even try and deny it) I changed my bio on tumblr because it looked too cluttered. It has literally been like a month of the change and I already have some stupid stalker take that to their advantage. My bio had „GER living in JP“ written for literally over half a year. What am I supposed to do if you see me change it right after you follow/stalk me? Also stalking my bio knowing immediately when I changed it? Insanely creepy behavior….Someone reeks of jealousy. Also if you would know even an ounce of Japanese, you would have seen that my bio STILL had my prefecture that I live in written down. You wanna see my 在留カード? Pics of my neighborhood and apartment? I can send it per DM if you want to. I feel like a lot of you people forget that when someone says they live in Japan, it doesn’t automatically mean they’re born and raised there. Because there’s a thing called ✨Immigration✨.

Never once in my life have I claimed to be Japanese, NOR have I ever said the room pics that I shared, are from my apartment in Japan. Because, newsflash! these pics are from my old room in Germany! If you would have taken even a tiny moment to google my username OR write me a DM, you would know that I’ve been sharing my room since around 2019/2020 when I lived in Germany. Yet you make stupid childish assumptions claiming that I don’t live in Japan because my room doesn’t look Japanese? Well how is it supposed to do that when, I am German, lived in Germany and it’s my old room in Germany? I never once claimed that the pics are from Japan! If anything my room looks western as shit, you see the brick wall behind my tv? No normal japanese apartment has that lmfao. You made the assumption just from my bio! (Yet again, my bio has GERMAN in it, so idk what the issue is??) All I claimed was that I live in Japan, because I do ever since I moved here in January of 2023. You seem to have some insane trauma from people in the kawaiicore/animecore/japancore community like voidchan, because they’re people that lied about everything in their life. Yet you can’t go around and assume that everyone is like that.

-half of my stuff is from Amazon.us :

first of all, how if I lived in Germany? If anything I would be using amazon.de in the first place, which I didn’t lmao. My stuff is from mercari, Aliexpress and stores from Germany. But yet again, nice assumptions from a very sad and lonely person.

-the monster high doll:

what about it? Am I not allowed to own a doll I owned since 2010? Funfact: Did you know monster high was also sold in Japan? That they even had an anime exclusively made for Japan? That they even have a doll of draculaura where she is an exchange student in Japan? Cool right?

Also sorry that my room doesn’t 100% reek of „I need to disregard the fact I’m a westerner and I can only consume things if they’re from Japan uwu“ like you want it to be so badly.

Regardless of that, yes, I own a monster high doll. Am I a criminal for that or something? I truly don’t get what the issue is that you specifically have to mention and hate on the doll? You reek of being a lonely and sad person with probably 0 friends if you actually act like this on a day to day basis.

Overall, we could start the discussion on what makes a room Japanese. There’s been a big increase of westernized apartments and houses in Japan, and not every Japanese room looks like a #japancore/animecore/itabeya room.

Imagine if Japanese people would exist that like and enjoy western cartoons/media. Oh wait, they do? My life has been a lie I guess…/j (this is a sarcastic joke, making fun of weaboos btw. don’t take it seriously, thanks)

But you probably didn’t know that because you’ve never seen a normal Japanese room nor interacted with a normal Japanese person in your life. Please grow up and get a hobby and stop stalking people on tumblr just because you have nothing else to do!

Yet again sorry for the rant on my account. But I can’t let childish allegations like this roam around if they’re not true. I’ll probably ignore any future allegations because I don’t understand why I would need to explain myself for things I didn’t do :)

Lots of love to all the people who support me and constantly share my stuff on any social media, love you all! 💕🫶🏻