#and doing the time consuming thing anyway

[bibliomatcha]

𝐁𝐎𝐁𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𖹭.ᐟ

synopsis: reader is a host for a youtube interview show where the premise is a fake date with idols in a boba tea shop. (inspired by chicken shop date)

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 the opportunity to interview south korea’s most popular and attractive boyband, the saja boys!

a week before the interview, you did extensive research on the saturated boyband to avoid asking the same repetitive, and borderline shady, questions that most interviewers asked celebrities.

well, you tried to, anyway.

“what the hell…?” you rubbed your temple as you sat slouched and annoyed in front of your computer. the blue light not doing any favors for your tired, burning eyes.

surprisingly, any backgroud information about the saja boys’ past or even uprising is either vague or entirely nonexistent. it’s as if the boys didn’t even exist before their debut, like they just spawned out of thin air one day.

for three days, you pulled all-nighter after all-nighter trying to find reliable sources about each member’s past, only to find headcanons made by pride, shipping wars, and nasty rumors made up by anti-stans.

you let out a defeated groan.

at this point, i’m beginning to question if they’re industry plants…

you looked at your notebook on the side of your desk. what was supposed to be a page or two of good questions to ask the saja boys was instead filled with: where the fuck did ya’ll come from? are ya’ll aware you’re being shipped with each other? know anything about industry plants?, etc.

yup. a clear cry for help.

the only thing you really had going for you were questions about their music and lyricism, specifically on why all of their songs are about consumption.

there’ve been many theories by pride on why all of their songs involved consuming, that the lyrics could be hinting at something deeper. some fans even noted that if you just read the lyrics of each saja boy song without listening to the music, the tone changes from bubblegum to…ominous.

of course, there’s the other half of the pride that chalks it all up to the boys just being really into cunnilingus. so there’s that.

𖹭

meeting the saja boys for the first time was…an experience.

before you could even introduce yourself, mystery was in your face, barking at you like he was a stray dog whose tail you just stepped on. he got snatched back so fast by jinu, their leader.

“we’re so sorry!" he bent over 90 degrees in apology, forcing mystery to do the same. you could tell jinu had a vice grip on the back of mystery’s neck by the way his veins were protruding on his hand.

before you could recover from the shock, romance was then in your face, cooing at how pretty you were.

“never met a girl as pretty as you. what’s your name, angel?”

“i-"

once again, jinu snatched romance by the neck and gripped his head down in apology just like mystery before him.

“please excuse him!"

“ow! watch the hair!"

abby looked like he was about to act a fool, too, but froze when he caught sight of jinu side-eyeing him with a look that threatened a brutal murder.

𖹭

the interview itself was even more chaotic and it wasn’t entirely because of the saja boys.

your interviewing style wasn’t exactly conventional. celebrities are often treated like spectacles or descended deities by hosts’, but you ran your show by treating guests like old friends on a unserious date. in addition, you refused to invite or accept requests of celebs you didn’t like onto your show. you’ve even been cancelled by parasocial fans for deleting your interviews with celebs who were later exposed for being either bigots or criminals.

jinu was a gentlemen throughout the entire interview. during the bands introduction, he thanked you sincerely for having them on your show. he offered his full, undivided attention to you and praised you on how good your questions were. a skill you felt very prideful about.

you did notice something odd, however.

"as the composer and co-producer of the group, i'm curious about when your journey with music began? would you mind sharing, jinu?"

that's when you noticed it.

despite it being so subtle that you could miss it with a blink. you saw how his face twitched. how his eyes darkened as they glazed over for just a second. it may have been a trick of the light, but in that second, you swore you saw his eyes glow. the air of the room shifted, too.

it didn't help that the other boys suddenly fell quiet. it felt like you were being were being given a silent warning to not ask the wrong thing. but what was the wrong thing to ask?

you attempted to correct your mistake.

"i apologize if it's a sensitive topic, we'll cut this ou-"

"no." jinu snapped from his daze and swiftly switched back into his idol persona. "it's okay, i don't mind answering." he smiled, but it hardly reached his eyes.

the air in the room felt lighter again, though.

many pressing questions swirled in your mind, and your curiousty only grew when jinu's answer felt so vague and fabricated.

seriously, are these guys industry plants?

𖹭

romance was staring at you the entire time as if you were a painting in the louvre. you noticed that whenever you asked him question, he took a long sip of his milk tea while making prolonged eye contact. his aim was obviously to fluster you, so you decided to match his energy.

“you know, romance, out of all members, you’re the one i did the most research on?”

“oh?" he raised a brow, tilting his head on his palm. "you find me that interesting?"

“of course, it’s important to know things about my future husband.”

romance felt his cold heart take a screenshot. hosts' were usually flustered just by his presence alone, but none were ever so bold to flirt back. he turned his head to the side, covering his face with the back of his hand.

abby whistled. “damn, that was smooth."

𖹭

as usual during interviews, baby was polite and acting cute, but you noticed that there was an air of disinterest emitting from him. wanting to change that, you presented him with a twelve pack of the spiciest hot sauce in south korea and told him that if he could drink a whole boba tea version of the sauce in five minutes, he could keep the pack.

immediately, his demeanor switched from cute to daredevil.

you watched in equal horror and awe as he chugged the hellish boba down in a single minute. the boys cheered for him, minus jinu, who just looked done with everything.

afterwards, baby became engaged in the interview, even asking you questions about yourself and your show, all of which you happily answered.

𖹭

you don't know how it happened, but somehow, as you were interviewing the muscle of the group...you winded up sitting on abby's back as he did twenty sets of pushups while the rest of the boys were trying to break him as a challenge.

out all the boys, romance was oddly putting in the most effort to make abby fail.

if someone had told you that becoming a host would lead you to sitting on a handsome rich mans back, you would've laughed in their face. but, atlast, here you are doing just that.

"you know," abby grunted. "i've never held a girl like this before."

"are you saying i'm special?" you joked.

you shifted a bit when abby chuckled. you quickly adjusted yourself to avoid a nasty fall.

"don't worry, i won't drop you."

"good," you sat up straight. "this is the greatest moment of my whole career. i don't want it to be ruined."

you could've sworn you heard romance mutter something under his breath, but chose to ignore it.

as much fun as you were having though, you definitely felt anxiety building up.

should i keep this in the video? my sasaeng senses are tingling like crazy.

𖹭

you had a slight beef with mystery that you couldn’t shake off since your first interaction. when he was in the middle of answering your question, you felt the sudden urge to hiss at him for revenge...so you did. mystery, as well as the other boys, fell silent as he stared at you with his mouth agape.

“yea, how do you like it?" you smirked, starring him down with a challenging look in your eyes.

jinu side-eyed mystery with tight lips. “mystery, don-"

“GRRR!!!"

the last few minutes of the interview was you and mystery trying to assert dominance on the other with hisses, growls, barking, and evening roaring. this continued for awhile with most of it edited out of the video.

“uh, should we stop this.” abby cringed.

“nah, i wanna see who wins.” baby leaned forward on the table, drinking the last of his boba.

romance held a hand to his heart. “even when she’s growling, she’s angelic."

fuck my life. jinu facepalmed.

thank you for reading, ya'll ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ꒳ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ it's been so much fun FINALLY writing for these dorks !! it feels so good to be a part of a new fandom with rich content aaaa !!!

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Hi! I don't think I've seen any fluff on poly141 x f reader in the tags on this type of ask, I'm hoping to see in this request. But imagine poly 141 taking f!reader on a local fair date. Things have been going smoothly, eating great food, going on rides, until f!reader saw a cute giant plushie at one of the game booths. She wants one and poly 141 ends up into a small competition? Game? On how many can they win. By the end of it they ended up kicked out 😭 but at least they won her a plushie and a good time.

Ride or Die

Pairing: Poly!141 x F!Reader

Warnings: Shameless PDA, ridiculous competitive energy, mild suggestive behavior, tension that could ignite a plushie, public teasing, light swearing, handsy behavior, emotional softness, them being completely in love with you and not hiding it

Author’s Note: What starts as a sweet local fair date turns into chaos, heated glances, and a full-on plushie war. They're competitive idiots, you're their favorite thing in the world, and everyone else is just an NPC tonight.

Summary: You just wanted a fairground date. Your boys just wanted to spoil you. But when a giant plushie catches your eye, they start a war they don’t know how to walk away from. Between cotton candy kisses, jealousy-fueled games, and being very publicly in love, it’s anyone’s guess who gets banned first.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The fair smelled like fried sugar and hot pavement, thick in the air like summer nostalgia.

The sun had dipped low enough to make everything golden—carnival lights buzzing to life as your boys flanked you on either side. John’s hand was wrapped around yours, fingers warm and easy. Kyle had claimed your other side, brushing your shoulder every few steps. Behind you, Simon and Johnny were fighting over who’d finish the lemonade you’d barely had a sip of.

“Oi,” Johnny said, stealing it again. “She’s not drinkin’ it fast enough.”

“Because you keep draining it,” Simon muttered.

“Boys,” you said, smirking, “if you’re gonna argue over my spit, at least do it with some class.”

Simon choked on a laugh. Kyle turned, eyebrows up, grinning like he’d just won something. John gave your hand a squeeze, his mouth twitching at the corner.

“Y’realize we can’t take you anywhere,” he murmured.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek anyway. “Yet here we are.”

You’d been walking the midway for maybe an hour—funnel cake dusted all over Johnny’s shirt, Kyle’s phone full of silly pictures, Simon grumbling in the background about crowds while still keeping a hand on your lower back.

You were happy. Loved. Completely and utterly seen.

And then it happened.

You stopped in your tracks, heart doing a stupid fluttery thing.

There it was.

A game booth decked out in hanging prizes—and smack in the center, dangling high above the others like a trophy, was the biggest plush golden retriever you’d ever seen. Soft tan fur, lopsided smile, ears flopped like it was already tired of life.

Your eyes lit up.

You pointed without saying a word.

Kyle followed your gaze. “Oh no.”

Johnny grinned. “She’s in love.”

Simon just sighed, muttering something under his breath about consumer traps and plushie scams.

You turned to them, full tilt. “I want it.”

John raised an eyebrow. “That one?”

You nodded, dead serious.

“It’s huge,” Kyle said.

“Perfect,” you replied.

And just like that, the game was on.

—

They tried to be casual about it at first.

Simon handed over a crisp bill to the carnie like it was a briefing. No wasted movement. Eyes locked. Threw the first ball at the bottle stack like it owed him money.

Clang. Miss.

Johnny snorted.

Simon threw again—bullseye. Half the stack tumbled, but the top stayed balanced, mocking him.

Johnny stepped up next, clapping him on the back. “Lemme show you how it’s done.”

He winked at you before hurling the first ball wildly off-center, nearly knocking a nearby prize off its hook.

“Solid start,” Simon deadpanned.

“Warm-up,” Johnny said.

Kyle went for the ring toss. Missed every time. John tried his hand at the dart balloons—popped two, got a small keychain.

“This is bullshit,” Johnny muttered, arms crossed as the carnie shrugged again.

You leaned against the side rail, watching the whole thing unfold like it was the best movie you’d ever seen. The way they kept looking back at you—checking if you were laughing, if you were still watching, if you were impressed. Their eyes glittered every time you smiled.

“You don’t have to win it,” you said gently.

Simon looked over. “Yes, we do.”

Johnny rolled up his sleeves like he was going to war. “For you? We’ll burn this booth down if we have to.”

That got the carnie’s attention. “Hey now—”

John stepped forward. “How many tickets for the dog?”

“Gotta win the top shelf prize,” the carnie said. “Five knockdowns minimum.”

Kyle grinned. “Say less.”

—

They did not walk away after the first win.

Or the second.

By the time Johnny nailed the fourth prize, they were drawing a crowd.

You were covered in prizes—arms full of teddy bears, snakes, a foam hammer, and a neon star pillow that Simon won after muttering “last try” five different times.

Finally, finally, the dog came down.

The carnie handed it over with a grim look, muttering, “You’re banned after this. Fair warning.”

You didn't even hear it.

You were too busy squealing as John and Simon lifted the thing between them, showing it off like it was a trophy kill. Johnny kissed your temple from behind, whispering, “Told you we’d get it.” Kyle gave you a little spin, hands at your hips, eyes soft and full of heat.

“You happy?” he asked.

You nodded, breathless. “So happy.”

They looked at you like you hung the damn stars.

And then security showed up.

“You can’t keep blocking the booth,” the guy said, arms crossed.

“We paid fair and square,” John said.

“You’ve been here forty minutes. People are complaining.”

Simon rolled his neck. “What a tragedy.”

Johnny muttered, “Philistines,” while Kyle tried to bribe the guy with a free plushie. You were trying so hard not to laugh your face hurt.

Eventually, they walked you out—escorted, not arrested, but the vibe was definitely banned-for-life adjacent.

You didn’t care.

You were holding the stupid dog like a life raft, tucked under one arm as you giggled the whole way back to the parking lot. Johnny was hand-feeding you bits of fried dough, Kyle was still holding your waist, Simon’s arm was slung over your shoulder, and John had your fingers laced in his.

The truck was quiet, finally.

Late night breeze. Prize bags in the trunk. One ridiculously massive plush retriever stuffed across all your laps in the backseat.

You leaned into Simon, curled against his chest, your hand still warm from John's grip.

“Worth it?” Simon murmured.

You looked around at all of them.

At Kyle’s lazy grin from the passenger seat. At John’s soft eyes in the rearview. At Johnny’s foot tapping on the dash while he hummed under his breath.

You kissed Simon’s jaw. “You won me a dog.”

Johnny leaned over and whispered, “And a lifetime ban.”

John sighed. “Add it to the list.”

You pulled your new plush closer, grinning ear to ear.

They gave you a fair date.

They gave you chaos.

And most importantly—

They gave you them.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[storiesoflilies]

there is always only a few inches between you and certain death.

the thought is cruel in its simplicity.

it keeps you up during a night that isn’t really a night, but you know you should be sleeping anyway. you press up against the thick glass, feel its cold and unfeeling protectiveness on your fingertips, marveling at how you will never be so close as you are now to touching everything and nothing all at once.

your forehead dips in a hushed reverence, and you are quiet in your vigil of the universe that birthed you.

and astronaut!suguru is there too.

you can feel him before you see him.

it is something in the way that he moves, splicing through weightlessness like had been born within it. suguru is something otherworldly. you feel like he was never from the same earth you were. more like somewhere deep into the galaxy stretching out beyond your fingers, in between a supernova, amidst in a milky ocean of lavender stars.

you don’t say anything as he drifts closer, and neither does he.

there is no need to.

out of all your crew, you and suguru are the quietest by nature. you both understood the fragility of a fleeting silence. it is very hard to find true silence, because there is your mother earth who floats beneath your feet, who yearns for you to come home. and even though her screams are silenced because you have traveled so far into the vacuum of space that you cannot hope to ever hear her, it still reverberates through your bones. it reminds you that you are in fact still human, and not a weightless being unaware of its own existence. so, to be able to achieve something that dulls that constant hum in the back of your mind was precious.

you know suguru understands it.

he is next to you now.

it was a mystery to you as to why he was not the captain on this mission.

not that astronaut!satoru didn’t deserve it, he did. he was the best of them all, the strongest. but it was suguru who could look at a person and just know them. the way he could map the constellations in their moles and scars, see every strand of hair that held every memory and thought and feeling. everybody on board gravitated to him, seeking solace in him when the sheer emptiness of space became too much.

because suguru feels like home.

like your mother earth.

to you, at least.

so, you don’t mind the fact that he is in your space right now, because he always knew how to share things. always softly, spiritually. you both watch the vast expanse of space rolling out before your eyes. his hand shifts almost imperceptibly closer to yours. you like to think you can feel its warmth seeping into yours.

it is such a small gesture.

but it grounds you.

makes you remember that you are solid and whole. it is easy to forget who you are and what you are so far away from earth. even if you can still see the swirling clouds and typhoons from your ship, or watch the sun rise and dip behind her curves. countries and borders do not mean anything to you here. in a way, time doesn’t either. it is an elastic band, stretching at the start of a cycle, slacking towards the end. minutes feel like hours, and seconds collapse into a single heartbeat. the stars do not tell you anything either. they have burned through the rise and fall of the ancients, and will continue to long after your mission is over.

a blink of the cosmic eye of the universe.

inhale, exhale.

in, out.

suguru’s breathing has synchronized with yours. another perfectly human rhythm with its own life that is different to anything else aboard. you don’t know if he does it on purpose or not. you don’t understand him as much as you wanted to. suguru is so different to satoru, who bounces off the walls with a restless energy during their downtime like he just cannot stop moving. satoru consumes the space, filling it out with blues and reds and purples, but suguru seeks the edges. the leftover spaces that are still black and white.

you guess that is how he exists so perfectly with satoru.

maybe that is where he finds you too.

you turn your head slightly, catching his profile. his violet eyes are fixed on something beyond the scope of your comprehension. you’ve seen that look on suguru before. it’s the same look he gets when he’s studying the ships data, or calculating course correction. absolute attention, clinical focus.

and he’s looking at you now.

something in his expression makes your breath catch in your throat.

what does he see about you that you cannot? can he see your blood vessels weakening, your bones becoming soft and brittle as the space that you love is in fact killing you faster? does he also notice that your face has started to swell, and that you cannot think as fast as you used to? you try to swallow against the lump in your throat, but the air is too dry, your tongue far too heavy.

suguru notices.

of course he does.

he softens his gaze, and murmurs, “you’re not sleeping.”

you laugh, a cracked and broken little thing.

“neither are you.”

the words become particles that drift off into the air vents, lost and recycled inside the ship’s steady hum. you let the silence settle between you again so that it feels less like drowning and more like floating. suguru must have been watching you for days, logging your changes into the catalogue in his brain. you used to think he’d been trained for this, how to mould himself to be what other people needed him to be.

but you know it’s just him.

your hand stays where it is on the rail, but his moves closer so that your thumbs are just about to touch. there is no pressure for you to close the gap, there never is. it is an invitation between two people who have said what they needed to without words, who have always known it.

you let your eyes flutter close.

a quiet surrender.

“is it selfish of me to still love it?”

it.

being here – in this place. is it selfish to love the universe, to continue to hover between the stars that are killing you?

suguru doesn’t miss a beat.

“no.”

he would never call it selfish. suguru understands that some things are worth the cost. something like a martyr does. for the first time in days, the glass doesn’t feel so cold under your fingers. you open your eyes, drawn to him like a magnet. suguru doesn’t look away. he is holding the weight of this vastness with you, steady and sure, still breathing alongside you like you are tethered together. if you so happen to drift, if you break your vigil, suguru will be there.

holding it for you both.

the station hums around you, a fragile and artificial cradle in a universe that does not care if you live or die.

you think that maybe you will sleep tonight.

just for a little while.

-•-

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[love-of-fandoms]

Little Bird (Rob Lucci x Reader)

Inspired by @sunandflame , Queen you are keeping the Lucci tag alive and I thank you mightily for your service.

A/N: I've had this idea forever about a character in One Piece with big wings who fell from Skypeia as a child and because One Piece with training and discipline were able to get to the point where they could actually use their wings. Anyway this is that OC basically inserted as a reader so I can write some Lucci fanfic. He has me by the horns and I did in fact speedwrite this in two hours.

Pairing: Rob Lucci x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Wordcount: 6253 words

Warnings: AFAB reader, they/them pronouns, Rob Lucci is his own warning, smut, oral, reader has long hair, can be read as any race, humiliation, some predator/prey

You could tell the new Galley-La foreman didn’t trust anybody as far as his pigeon could throw them(he’d trust people a lot more if it was as far as he could throw them, you knew because you’d seen him toss an unruly pirate out to see all the way from Dock One). Beautiful, but painfully stoic, he kept to himself, speaking through his pigeon and not seeming to give anyone the time of day besides Paulie and Kaku, the other new addition.

His pigeon was a riot though. Whenever he would say something “through Hattori”, the bird would immediately follow up with some snarky commentary:

“Paulie, you shouldn’t tarnish Icebarg’s name with your foolish gambling~coo coo!” He’d say in that silly high pitched voice he used for Hattori.

“Yeah, cuz you sure care about Icebarg’s name, you psychopath,”

Or:

“Get home safely, Tilestone! You had a bit much to drink!” 

“Please let him fall in the canal, he’s so annoying,”

Your Talk-Talk fruit, which you had consumed shortly after falling from your homeland of Skypeia as a child, allowed you to speak to anything with a soul. It came in very handy as a shipwright at Galley-La, allowing you to ask ships what they needed instead of doing a full inspection. It also allowed you to hear every confusing thing Hattori said to complement Lucci’s speech.

You had commented on Hattori’s speech one day at the bar with the other foreman, much to Lucci’s surprise.

“You know, Lucci, your bird is always calling you a psychopath,” you failed to notice the way Lucci’s first clenched around his glass of brandy, causing small cracks in it. “But to me it seems like he’s the real psychopath. I think he might kill Tilestone someday soon,” Lucci narrowed his eyes slightly, but you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He seemed to be searching for something in your eyes, but you had no idea what. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“I didn’t realize your devil fruit allowed you to talk to animals as well as ships~coo coo!” He said after a moment. You thought him breaking the silence would dissipate the tense feeling you had in your shoulders and wings, as if you should flee, but instead you felt a crushing dread in the pit of your stomach. Lucci was never unserious, but the severity of his gaze left you incredibly nervous. 

“Um… yeah, the Talk-Talk fruit lets me talk to anything with a soul,” you nodded, taking a sip of the cheap ale Paulie got you to try and shake the nervous feeling you had. “Which is why it’s so hard to talk to you sometimes, eh?” you tried cracking a joke to clear the mood, but when did Lucci ever have a sense of humor?

“HAHAHAHA! DON’T TAKE THAT TO HEART, LUCCI! THEY’VE USED THAT LINE ON ALL OF US!” Tilestone was there to-well breaking the tension wouldn’t exactly be the word, would it? The sheer volume of his voice left both you and Lucci puffed up like cats. You pouted.

“You know, you’re not supposed to just immediately ruin my delivery like that, it’s not very sporting of you,” you muttered, grabbing another sip of your ale.

“Please Lucci for the love of god, if you kill any of them let it be this one,” Hattori piped up, to which you let out a very loud guffaw.

“Hattori, you’re such a fucked up little bird,” you chided, standing from your chair and giving the bird a little two finger salute. “Have a good night, gentlemen, I’m off for a midnight flight,” The guys wished you goodnight with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Lucci nodded his head, eyes still very intently studying you, making you all the more eager to get the hell out of dodge.

You exited Blueno’s with your wings still twitching, unable to shake the feeling Lucci’s intense stare had given you. You felt the need to run-the need to fly far far away into the sky where he couldn’t reach you. You felt the need to check every dark crevice and cranny in the night to make sure no predator was stalking somewhere it shouldn’t.

Rob Lucci made you feel like prey sometimes, and it never made a lick of sense.

You shot up into the sky, still intent on taking your nightly flight. Since you had fallen as a child, you hadn’t stopped trying to return to your homeland in the clouds. You would flap and flap your wings, and by the time you wound up on Water 7 what previously had been ornamental wings the size of your forearms on your back were huge, powerful wings that could carry you through the air. Not 10,000 meters into the air, but high enough. You made it a point to train every night, hoping one day to return. You remembered a family, vaguely, an annoying, hotheaded twin brother you went through hell for, a statue of a proud warrior in the middle of your town, the feeling of clouds beneath your feet as opposed to solid ground.

You propelled yourself through the clouds above Water 7, diving and looping, surveying the island below. You were at this for about a half hour when something caught your eye: a silhouette seemingly running through the air. Was it Kaku? You knew that he had that odd skill. You dove down, wanting to say hello if it was, and check it out if it wasn’t. You held a palm out, waving and preparing to shout a ‘hello’ down to the figure when-

“Shave!” your momentum was very suddenly disturbed by a body tackling yours, sending you veering to the left. A strong(too strong) hand around your forearm stopped you from falling completely out of the sky, and suddenly you were face to face with-rather, you were dangling below-the one and only Rob Lucci.

You were struck-momentarily-by how devastatingly beautiful he was. Maybe it was because there was rarely any emotion on his face, but there was something intoxicating about bearing witness to the snarl that took his lip, the slightly askew tophat from tackling you. His grey eyes glinted with something you still couldn’t figure out, and damn if it wasn’t breathtaking.

But now was not the time to ogle! Your arm was sore and only hurting more every passing second his grip remained around it.

“What the hell, Lucci?!” you demanded, trying to yank your forearm free, but it felt like it was stuck in an iron clamp. “I thought you were Kaku! I’m sorry for startling you-fuck!” you cursed in pain at his grip, and he finally relented, letting your arm go and dropping to the roof of a nearby building, indicating for you to join him.

“Apologies for hurting you~coo coo! I was startled to see someone else in the sky!” He said. You scowled at him, the fear from earlier replaced with rage from being ragdolled midflight.

“I’m the one with wings, I think that should be my line!” you retorted, rubbing at the spot where he grabbed you. “Didn’t know you could run on air, too,” Lucci shrugged, Hattori mimicking the motion.

“We grew up on the same island, so we learned how to do it together~coo coo!” he said in explanation.

“Is that the story? Does Kaku know this?” sometimes the things Hattori said were downright bizarre. It made you wonder about Lucci-what was he hiding that had his bird calling him out in ways you couldn’t comprehend all the time? You must have made a face, because suddenly Lucci was closer. You didn’t see him take a step, but he was nose to nose with you in an instant.

“What did he say?” a deep voice demanded, and you felt his breath puff against your lips as he spoke. Your eyes widened, both at hearing his real voice for the first time, and at the coldness of the tone. He sounded like he’d kill you if he didn’t like the answer, and all of a sudden that feeling was back. 

Why do I feel like this? There’s no reason for me not to trust Lucci-besides the weird shit his bird says, but really-he’s done nothing but help us at Galley-La. He’s helped me save Paulie’s dumbass a few times now, and besides being crazy strong he’s just a normal shipwright, not some psycho murderer. Calm down!

“Um… he asked if Kaku knows about that?” you winced. “I’m sorry, what he says doesn’t always make sense,” Lucci huffed, leaning back slightly to give you an inch-and just an inch-of space.

“Damn bird, doesn’t know the trouble he stirs,” he muttered, fists clenching and unclenching as he continued to stare at you intently, something going on behind his eyes that you were not privy to: a decision, perhaps? 

“He’s definitely an odd one,” you chimed in, giggling a bit. “A lot of murderous intent in such a little body. I mean it, he really hates Tilestone,” Lucci seemed to stand down at this, whatever calculation that was going on in his brain decided. The corner of his lip quirked up in what couldn’t scientifically be considered a smile.

“I believe you shoved him into the canal just the other week for being too loud,” he said, keeping his voice muted, as if speaking any louder would break the spell and he’d have to return to his pigeon voice. Why he wasn’t using it right now, you couldn’t fathom.

“Well, yeah, but he got out just fine,” you muttered, scratching behind your ear and averting your gaze. Okay, maybe you and Hattori did agree about how annoying Tilestone was. Lucci just scoffed.

“That just means you didn’t do a good enough job,” your eyes shot back up to his, trying to gauge his expression. Did Rob Lucci just make a joke? To you?

Joke or not, the laughter bubbled up out of your throat. “You should talk more Lucci, I think you might be just as murderous and amusing as your pigeon,” He seemed taken aback by that, eyes wide as he watched you laugh.

“You have no idea,” was all Hattori had to contribute.

After that, you went out of your way to bother Rob Lucci-or Hattori-at work. Sometimes, the man wouldn’t give you the time of day, but that was fine, because as previously stated: his pigeon was a riot.

“Did you notice how the last pirate that came through here had a talking parrot?” Hattori asked as his owner pounded away with his hammer. You were weaving the rope for the ladders along the masts, so you sat beside Lucci as he worked and chatted with Hattori. Getting to admire Lucci’s biceps as he swung away was a small bonus that you really didn’t think about at all when deciding where to set up with your work-okay you were really there to admire Lucci, but Hattori was great company as well!

“Oh yeah, it was some big macaw, right?” Lucci’s eyes darted to you, as they often did when you spoke to his pigeon. It was a look you knew well with your devil fruit: the look of someone who would give anything to hear both sides of the conversation.

“Well I fucking killed it!” the bird crowed, puffing his chest out in pride. You paused in your work with the rope, placing it down for a moment to give Hattori a horrified look.

“Are you serious?” you demanded, and Lucci’s eyes bore into you with a newfound intensity. You turned to him for a moment with the look of a disappointed parent. “He’s saying he killed that last pirate’s parrot,” you told him, and Lucci’s face twisted in a brief grimace of acknowledgement. “You knew?!” he nodded. “Maybe you guys are psychopaths,” you muttered, getting back to your rope work.

The winged Galley-La foreman was either dumb as rocks, or a little bit of a sociopath themselves at this point. When Lucci first realized that not only did their devil fruit allow them to understand Hattori, but his pigeon had been saying psychotic, unhinged shit, the entire time. 

Luckily, whether it was the slight crush on him (that of course he picked up on), or they just genuinely didn’t care to connect the dots, or on the very unlikely end were too dumb to connect them, they seemed not to be able to put together the painfully obvious hints that Hattori was dropping that Lucci was not who he said he was. In fact, they seemed to spend more time with him because of his sadistic bird.

Usually, Lucci would be upset about someone attaching themselves to him while undercover, but he found he didn’t mind their presence. They could be a little silly, but they seemed to understand the value of silence, a virtue he valued greatly. There was also that delicious look they would get sometimes: the fear of being in the presence of a stronger, faster, predator mixed with the confusion of not being able to recognize that the predator was right in front of them. The way their wings would twitch sometimes as if they wanted to fly away from him, but simultaneously their eyes would bore into him greedily as if he were some tragic artist’s most beautiful piece.

It made him… feel things. Not something so quaint as affection, but an attraction. A need to take. A need to show them they were right to be afraid, that he was fearsome, but that he could be fearsome for them, that they need not fear the beast but let it consume them.

It was a dangerous line of thought, one he often nipped in the bud if he found his mind straying down that path, and Rob Lucci was nothing if not an efficient, emotionless killing machine.

But he still found himself allowing them to impose on him. To work near him during their days at Dock One. To take the seat next to him at Blueno’s bar(when did they start regularly tagging along with him and Paulie?). To ask for his company on a flight after Paulie ditched them one drink in one fateful Friday night.

“Well I’m glad he struck out,” you sighed, standing from your chair with a stretch as the two of you watched Paulie practically strut out of the bar with a pretty brunette tourist. You and Lucci approached the bar to pay your respective tabs, which each of you thought would be quite a bit higher that night. You bit your lip, wondering if you should even try to ask Lucci what you wanted. If a prudish idiot like Paulie could get lucky tonight, maybe you could get lucky asking for a bit more of your too-handsome coworker’s time?

“You’re thinking really hard about something, there~coo coo!” Lucci piped up, startling you out of your reverie. You blushed, shifting from foot to foot nervously as you decided to just bite the bullet.

“Uh… I was just wondering, no worries if not, but I was going for a flight after this, and I thought it might be fun, maybe, if we went… together?” you stumbled your way through the invitation, gaze planted firmly on the floor and not seeing the way one half of Lucci’s mouth curled up in a smirk. “That sounds silly, I’m sorry, we don’t have to,” you started to speak again, barely even giving him time to answer and waving your hands in dismissal, but a large calloused hand gripped your wrist, prompting you to look at the man it was attached to.

“Could be fun~coo coo!” he responded, and you definitely weren’t hallucinating the slight upturn you saw to his lips! You grinned at him, strolling out of the bar with him eagerly, wings already twitching and ready to unfurl.

“Really? That’s great!” you gushed, much more excited than you should be for something that was essentially an overly complicated run together.

Once you were outside, you unfurled your wings and immediately took to the sky, laughing gleefully when Lucci shot himself up to be right next to you, careful not to get in the way of your downstrokes but still close enough to communicate with. Hattori fluttered off, seemingly not as interested in your midnight flight.

“How high have you gone?” you asked, and Lucci shot you a look as if you were the strangest creature he’d ever laid eyes upon.

“Never kept track, you?” you were surprised to hear his real voice again, after so many weeks since that first time you caught him in the sky. Your wings faltered for a moment, and you felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment at the brief blunder.

“Uh… 6,200 meters is my record!” his eyes widened, and you felt a rush of pride at his expression. “I have an altitude measure, if you want to find out how far you can go,” you offered. Gods, what a weird date. You thought to yourself, but quickly rid yourself of the thought. Not a date, just hanging out with a coworker. Lucci grinned at you.

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, and you shrugged.

“I mean, I was born 10,000 meters in the sky, so my lungs can breath the air up there better, but I have no idea how a normal human would handle going that far-” you would have continued, but Lucci was already climbing, and climbing fast. It took all you had to keep up with him. “You could’ve let me finish, jerk!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, all I heard was a challenge,” he quipped, still climbing steadily, and you huffed, pulling out your altitude reader and following him as he climbed, occasionally calling out to him how high you had gone.

At about 5,000 meters, he started to slow, and you piped up. “Make sure you have the energy for the descent! Free falling is fun, but you need to be able to catch yourself if that’s the plan!” you saw the beads of sweat, had heard his heavy breathing for a minute, and were honestly getting a little worried about having to catch him on the way down. He shook his head, determined. “Alright, don’t make me have to save you!” But he continued to climb, until eventually.

“Oh my god, 6,400! I haven’t even made it this far!” you were panting heavily and your wings were sore as hell, but part of you was elated to be pushed this far. Lucci was also looking winded, but the out of control grin on his face when you told him he beat your previous record took what was left of your breath away. His elated gaze met yours, and for a moment you swore you saw a fang in his grin, before he was beginning his descent. You followed after him, over the moon at having beat your record and seen Rob Lucci’s smile.

“Hey Lucci!” you called to him as you descended. “How do you feel about one more challenge?” you asked, and he got that beautiful glint in his eyes again, the one that made you feel simultaneously like you were in danger and that you were the most special person in Water 7.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked, and you grinned at him.

“Race you to Dock One!” you called, and before he could really have time to process it, you tucked your wings close to your body and dove. You heard the echoes of a deep laughter get lost in the wind, and while part of you lamented not getting to hear his laugh, another part of you delighted at the way the evening was going. Tonight you had unlocked a-dare you say it-playful side of Rob Lucci. It felt like nothing was impossible.

You suddenly felt a presence right next to you, and a voice sounded from directly above you.

“Are you sure you want to play a game of chase with me, little bird?” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine, and you squealed gleefully, giving your wings a pump to change your direction before settling them even closer to your body, willing yourself to gain even more speed. This time you heard his laughter, because it was right behind you. 

The ground was fast approaching, so you unfurled your wings, and started to weave through the buildings atop Water 7, making your way to Dock One. You were blindsided when you felt a hand grab and yank your foot slightly, veering you off course and slowing you down. Lucci’s laughter followed tauntingly, and you felt a gust of wind as he zipped by you. You groaned, pumping your wings with renewed vigor to try and catch up, but the Dock was already in sight and you knew it was already lost.

You landed in front of the huge Dock One doors, deserted because of the time of night. Lucci was already leaning against them, arms crossed with a smirk on his face.

“So what do I win?” he asked, pushing off the door to invade your space, standing nose to nose with you in a scene that gave you deja-vu. Your eyes widened as he took another step, pressing his chest to yours, and there was that feeling again, the feeling that you really were just a little bird and that this big bad predator was going to snatch you up if you didn’t do something. 

But what a beautiful predator to be caught by, you decided, refusing to step back and meeting his gaze with whatever bravery you could muster. He seemed pleased with that, smirk widening into an almost-smile.

“Do I get to choose?” he pressed, voice almost a whisper, and you nodded, voice completely lost to you.

And then he was kissing you. His large hands framed your face completely as he all but yanked you into him, forcing you onto your tiptoes just to meet his lips. If you had been foolish enough to expect gentleness in Rob Lucci’s touch, you found there was none, his hands demanding, his grip almost too tight when one hand wound its way into your hair and the other to the small of your back. You were crushed to Rob Lucci, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your arms went around his back, and you found yourself consumed by him. He took complete control of the kiss, using his grip on your hair to angle your face how he wanted it, nipping at your lips and sliding his tongue out to taste your mouth.

His hand in your hair yanked your head back, his lips trailing down your chin and along the side of your neck, biting down hard-almost too hard-when they met the junction of your neck and shoulder. Everything was almost too much with him, the strength of his grip, his kisses, the way he crushed your body to his so completely you barely had room to breathe.

“One more flight?” he asked, pulling away from you ever so slightly, just enough to allow you to answer. You panted, breathless for a moment.

“Yours or mine?” you breathed out, and he smirked a bit.

“We can do without scandalizing Kaku, don’t you think?” he prompted, and you nodded, shakily spreading your wings to get ready for the flight home. Lucci huffed, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him before you could take off. “Just one kiss and you’re already this dazed?” he teased, and you would have argued, said something clever in response, if his next movement hadn’t been to sweep out your legs and start carrying you through the sky to your apartment.

“Lucci!” you shrieked in surprise, and you were blessed with his deep laughter once again.

“I thought you were supposed to woo someone by sweeping them off their feet?” he prodded, and your cheeks burned with heat.

“Careful Lucci, I’ll accuse you of romance next!” you teased back, and his eyes flashed down to you with a light smirk.

“Well we can’t have that,” he muttered before dropping you on your feet in front of your apartment. Before you could even turn and start to unlock the door he had yanked you into another filthy kiss, a hand sneaking down to firmly grab your ass as he did so. You moaned softly into the kiss, digging around in your pockets for your keys as he seemed to suck the very breath out of you. The sensations were too overwhelming: his hair brushing against your cheeks softly as his mouth devoured you anything but softly. His hand not occupied with your butt had found its way back into your hair and was yanking with abandon.

Finally your hand grasped your keys, and you were able to pull them out of your pocket and shove Lucci away long enough to get them in the lock and get you both through the door. Then he was back in control, slamming you against the door with strength you couldn’t forget he had even if you tried and shoving a leg between your thighs to press against your crotch. You were lifted up onto your tiptoes by the motion and he bent down to leave more demanding kisses and bites at your neck, delighting in your shivers and moans as he did.

“I hope you’re not expecting romance,” he murmured darkly against your collarbone, flinging his tophat off and beginning to work on the buttons of your shirt. “I will not be gentle, or loving, or even kind,” he warned as his hands brushed your breasts on the way down, and you clenched your thighs around his in anticipation.

“Good things I’m not looking for any of that,” you responded, voice breathy and a bit higher than you remember it. Lucci smirked at you, looping his hands around your thighs and lifting you from against the door, beginning to carry you further into your apartment. You directed him between kisses and moans, squealing when he flung you onto your bed, quickly following you and pinning you to the mattress with a hand on your neck. His other hand trailed down your chest, ghosting over your breasts and stomach before coming to rest in the waistband of your pants, fingers teasing into your slit to gather the barest trace of your juices before withdrawing. He held the same fingers up to your lips, the command not even having to be spoken for you lips to open lewdly, tongue lolling out to accept his fingers.

He smirked, and you felt like you could kill someone to earn that approving glint in his eyes as he gazed at you. No praise came, but the hand on your neck drifted down to fondle and tweak your breasts, giving you jolts of pleasure as you sucked on two of his fingers.

Unceremoniously he yanked his fingers out of your mouth, wiping the wet of your saliva on your breasts in a way that should have felt humiliating-but instead sent fire through your veins. 

“You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” he said it like a statement though it should have been a question, and you found yourself nodding desperately as he went to pull his pants off, revealing a hard cock that was very much proportionate to his seven foot height. He sat on the edge of the bed and raised an eyebrow at you.

“On your knees,” he demanded, and you rushed to comply, sliding off the bed and to your knees in front of him, eager to get his dick in your mouth. Long fingers twined themselves into your hair, getting it out of your way as you leaned into lick at his dick, one hand grabbing the base to keep it steady. You started with long licks along the bottom and sides, ecstatic when Lucci let out a brief moan at the first feeling of your tongue on his length. “There we go, little bird,” never did you think being called that would do it for you, but something about the ever composed, ever stoic Rob Lucci calling you a pet name in such a breathy tone was so insanely hot that you didn’t even question it.

You mouthed around his tip, teasing putting it in your mouth without actually wrapping your lips wholly around it, and were almost startled when an actual growl came out of Lucci’s mouth. His grip in your hair tightened to almost painful, keeping your head still.

“It’s cute, thinking you can get away with teasing me like that,” he muttered, staring down at you with a contemplative look that almost had you worried before his hand in your hair was pushing on the back of your head, forcing you to take him in your mouth. He sighed blissfully once your lips enveloped his tip, pushing further, and you hummed, admiring his profile as his head tipped back the slightest bit in pleasure from your mouth. You breathed deeply through your nose, allowing him to keep pushing you down his length until-

You sputtered lightly, his dick tapping the back of your throat, and Lucci only paused briefly to allow you to collect yourself before he was forcing your head all the way down, your nose meeting his pelvis as you sputtered again. He groaned deeply, the loudest noise you had heard from his all night.

“That’s it, little bird, take it like that,” he groaned, hand keeping you there for a moment before he completely released you, allowing you to yank your head back and take in a few deep breaths. He laughed meanly as you collected yourself, and you should have been humiliated, but the slight flush on his cheeks was addictive, and you were determined to see more. After a few deep breaths, you took his length back into your mouth, sinking quickly down almost to his base on your own. He let out a choked groan of surprise, probably not expecting you to be so eager to please, and you started to work a slow rhythm up and down his dick. “So good,” he groaned, and you hummed at the praise. 

He let you suck his cock for a few minutes, hand occasionally yanking at your hair and controlling the pace, all the while letting out occasional groans to let you know you were doing a good job. His tank top came off at some point during it, and you were frothing at the mouth to be face-to-face with his delicious torso, abs sculpted to perfection and hip bones you wanted to feel as you rode him-but you were getting ahead of yourself.

He yanked you off of him and had you get back up on the bed, helping you strip as he got you where he wanted you, your wings spread out behind you on the bed as you laid back amongst the pillows. He shoved your thighs up as high as they could go roughly, barking at you to hold them for him before sliding down your body until his face was right in front of your heat.

He let you squirm for an uncomfortable moment as he just laid and stared at your cunt, seemingly mesmerized, before he was diving in tongue first. It speared into you, his nose crashing into your clit as you let out a surprised moan. Rob Lucci was controlled, precise, and methodical in everything he did, but the man ate pussy like it was a meal that might be taken away from him at any second. He facial hair burned in the most delicious way against you as he relentlessly flicked his tongue into your hole, not even seeming to care about your pleasure from the experience and instead just wanting to taste you. He groaned in pleasure and you could feel your juices starting to pool under you from his relentless treatment.

“Please,” you muttered as the sensation got to be too much. “Please Lucci, please wanna cum, wanna cum so bad,” you whined, and he seemed to redouble his efforts, a hand coming up to shove two fingers into you as his mouth raised to suck on your clit. You let out a little shriek as the penetration finally shoved you over the edge, and Lucci lapped up your release greedily.

“Mine,” he muttered. “All mine, little bird,” you nodded, delirious with pleasure.

“All yours, all yours,” he was already making his way up your body, leaving wet kisses up your sternum and along your breasts until you were face to face. You admired the way your juices clung to his facial hair, the crazed look in his eyes that seemed that of an obsessed madman, the way his long hair framed his face in a way that made the oh-so put together Rob Lucci look disheveled and-dare you say it-absolutely debauched.

“Let me fuck you, little bird, let me ruin you,” he demanded, because Rob Lucci doesn’t beg, and you nodded desperately, feeling his tip knocking into your entrance.

“Yes please, please Lucci fuck me please,” you begged, and he pushed in, both of you gasping as he finally did.

“All that,” he grunted, bullying his dick a little further into you as you let out a high pitched moan. “And you’re still so tight!” one hand went to your clit while the other went to your neck, and you grinned around a moan.

“S cuz you’re so big,” you whined, shifting your hips a bit to get a better angle, squealing as it made him slide further in. He was grinning at you as he continued to bully his way into your pussy in short thrusts, fingers on your clit circling around and around.

“You’re so good for me, little bird,” he groaned, feeling his cock getting closer and closer to being all the way in with every thrust.

You let out a long, loud moan as his hips finally connected with yours, feeling his tip hit somewhere delicious inside you. Lucci seemed to be holding himself back, muscles tensing, and you whined at the lack of movement, legs wrapping around his hips firmly.

“Lucci, fuck me, please!” you whined, and this seemed to snap him out of whatever hesitance he had, because his hips started to snap back and forth, hammering into you with a force that would definitely leave your hips bruised tomorrow.

“Fuck! So perfect, little bird!” he grit out, hands flying to rest under your thighs, pushing your legs up for a better angle. You screamed as he did, his dick going deeper-almost too deep, tip brushing against your cervix with every thrust in a way that made you want to keep him in you forever. He leaned in, mouth coming to lick and bite at your chest, and your eyes rolled back at the force with which he would latch on, as if he was little more than a beast trying not to tear the very skin from your bones.

His dick was still hitting that perfect spot inside you, and you could feel your crest coming, fast and uncontrollable.

“Lucci, I-I’m,” you started to stutter out, but he didn’t let you finish, capturing your mouth in a kiss and bringing one hand back to your throat.

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me?” he asked, eyes flashing as he grinned down at you, and you nodded whimpering as he made sure to keep the pace, bullying into that spot that was making you see stars. “Go on little bird, cum on my cock, cum for me,” he urged, and the dam released. Warmth flowed through your body as you peak crashed over you, and you felt Lucci’s hips stutter as you squeezed him.

“Oh fuck you feel so good-” he choked out, pounding away at you even harder and faster than before, making you scream. “So close my little bird, just wanna feel it one more time,” he demanded, snaking the hand on your neck down to roughly squeeze at your breasts, meanly pinching a nipple. You squealed, the sudden intensity bringing another orgasm on so quickly you didn’t know what was happening until you were in it, and you were screaming and writhing on Lucci’s cock as he laughed meanly above you, almost in awe of how well you were taking his dick. As your pussy squeezed in the aftermath of back to back orgasms, he shoved his dick as deep as he could, filling you with his seed and dipping his head down to bite into your flesh once more. You shivered in delight as you felt him fill you.

“Thank you, Lucci,” you moaned, eyes already drooping after the exertion of the night. He chuckled, placing a small peck to your forehead before pulling out, prompting a groan from both of you. You dozed as he shuffled about, retrieving a washcloth and finding your bathroom to wet it with warm water, cleaning you gently(so gentle, more gentle than both of you thought he was capable of), and discarding it before returning to slide under the covers with you. You happily snuggled into his chest as he wrapped an arm around you.

He could afford some pleasure while he was undercover here, he decided. He deserved something nice, if he couldn’t kill whoever he wanted while he was here, after all.

[inkwitchgames]

05/07/2025

A week since I started the restructuring of NEON//BYTE's demo code. Things have gone well but have been super time-consuming. I'm much happier with the organisation though and it makes things so much less confusing!!

The bad news? I'm up to a certain part in the prologue pt.2 that legit might take me weeks to code every variation. Like weeks to code about 5-10% of the second half. Less because of the amount and more the confusion of figuring out all the different combinations.

I'm being a masochist in this specific part of the game to get as many Facility/Ramón options as possible before the prologue ends (because this is basically a rundown of 20 years worth of thoughts and feelings), but at least I know that the whole game won't be written this way or I would just die LOL.

So next week, the plan is to focus on mindmapping the FUCK out of this next section of the prologue while I draft some origin chapter stuff in the meantime. The Empire District origin is coming along quite nicely atm so it'll probably be that! (Start thinking on how your ED MCs feel about synthetics like androids and robots! Are they as worthy of their manners as human servers, or do they treat them both with equal Dick Energy?)

And while that's being done, the bulk of my drafting focus will be the prologue of Fivesaken. It looks like that will probably be out before the next big N//B update.

I'm absolutely terrible at estimating, but looking strictly at the workload, it seems like I'm gonna be releasing at least two chapters of Fivesaken for every one of NEON//BYTE. Maybe more?? N//B is definitely the long game. I sure hope she's worth the effort I'm putting into her LOL.

On that note: I appreciate the excitement some of you have been showing, but some anons are getting a bit pushy (maybe without meaning to be) about release dates and having to wait, so if you guys could Cool That Off & know that I'm working on this stuff very consistently but IFs take TIME. N//B in particular is an extremely dense project so I need to pace myself.

Anyway. I'm feeling more motivated now after cleaning up the code and got a few more thousand words done for Fivesaken and the ED Origin, so I consider this a successful week!

Tomorrow is a Fivesaken-only day! The asks you guys have been sending in about this crew have been very fun so keep 'em coming!! ^^

Happy Weekend!<3

[alatismeni-theitsa]

I want to preface this by saying that im not a turkish troll and that i despise the denials of the genocides and oppressions of greeks that turks did and still do, but why do greeks hates turks so much even today to a personal level it looks like ? Im from a country in africa who got colonized by an european one, and for our liberation after being treated like subhumans, we had to fight a war who killed 1,5 million of us (and tortured or raped too) and ended in the 60s. Still to this day the country who did this to us hate us, denies it, keep acting like a colonizator and our diaspora and religion are attacked by medias and politicians 24/7 (and physically abusing the women is not that unacceptable). So i sympathize a lot for the victims of ottomans imperialism who lived the same and still have to put up with turkey's aggressivity and the hypernationalism of turks. BUT the things is that for the people of my country, there are no hatred today towards our colonizators's country, people or religion. Our people consume their medias, go to their country for work, intermarriage arent uncommon, christians arent hated etc... yet it looks like greeks still hate a lot turkish people, i've seen that many greeks people online or on polls want to have nothing to do with their neighbour, interethnic marriage are frowned upon, muslims had less human right until the 00s and are still hated, turkey is considered a fake mongolic thief nation (tbh i get that one).

Why does the dynamics between greeks and turks is so bad meanwhile other colonized countries have better relationship with their former oppressors ? I really apologize if i sound like a turkish apologist, they hate my people too anyways

The overwhelming majority of Greeks do not hate Turks on a personal level. You might have seen online interactions between Greeks and Turks but those are just idiots who have nothing to do, and most of the time they are aggressive toward each other for fun. (Welcome to Balkan humor. We have memes about how we hate each other). Sometimes, in real life, Turks have said but things to Greeks, e.g. that the genocide never happened, and then fights start. But this is very rare. We are aware that we are very similar in many things because we are neighbors and because many Turks are 30% Greek xD (muahahahahaaa)

I don't think there is a right and wrong reaction to deal with your oppressor, and I would not dare compare sufferings of colonized people because there are so many nuances and historical details I don't know. Suffering is suffering, and that is enough to break my heart. I cannot say "who had it worse" but the following reasons are enough for Greeks:

- Oppression for 600 years

- Enslavement 600 years (Muslims could not be slaves but Christians could, so guess what they did all over the Muslim world :p )

- In the Ottoman empire religion was one's identity. If one became Muslim, they would be considered a "Turk" because they would have to make many changes in their life, and they would also get access to another society (which in the end would oppress the Greek society). That's why the logic "Muslim" vs "Christian" are still in the minds of Greeks. And of course, seeing how Greek Orthodox Christians are treated and have been historically treated in Muslim majority nations does not help the situation.

- The Genocide of hundreds of thousands Greeks (and even more if you include the rest of Christian nations) JUST in the span on 8 years, a hundred years ago, and doing anti-Greek pogroms since then.

- Creation of Work Camps/Concentration Camps for the Genocide that inspired Hitler for his own Concentration camps.

- When the genocide is mentioned, they call it "propaganda".

- Millions of Greeks dying in the wars where Turkey was our opponent (4-5 wars at this point, and 2 were solely Greco-Turkic wars).

- They ignore how 80% of things they have are not Turkish but they actually took from Greeks, Armenians, Persians, Assyrians, etc. And they want to fight us about it 😮‍💨

- Destroying our churches. Vandalizing them to this day in Cyprus.

- Destroying and appropriating our second most holy site, the Hagia Sofia.

- Occupying Cyprus and displacing thousands - mainly Greeks - from their homes and still not allowing them to return. Instead, they exhibit the occupied towns like they are museums.

- Insisting in their school history books that "Turks" were native to the region since antiquity and that actually ancient Greek antiquities are "Turkish".

- Making huge profit off of archaeological tourism while pushing the Greek ethnicity into disappearance.

- Please correct me if I am wrong but in many cases the colonizers brought some more advanced technology or education or something positive to the land they colonized, that later in some way helped the colonized. (This is not excusing colonization (!!!) I am just saying that between all the horrible things and destruction, a few good things happened to stick) Turks brought absolute shit to us. Nothing new, nothing too advanced. Because we were already in the same region, and we had similar knowledge. We cannot even say "but they gave us technology and gunpowder at least". So the positives for Greeks are almost zero xD

- I suppose you have some significant geographic distance with your former colonizers. Ours have still not left our lands in Asia Minor and in Cyprus. We lost land permanently to them. They were never "kicked out". Not to mention, Türkiye is still right next to us, still threatening directly and indirectly to invade us at least one time per year.

I am not fully educated on how Turks in Greece had fewer rights in the previous years - I've heard of legal disadvantages in land ownership. It was done as an act of affirmative action/correction for all the land and resources the ethnically Turkish people took from the Greeks and other Christians over the centuries. More land was given to Greeks, because Greeks have been missing land and resources (money, education, infrastructure, power) because of the Turks, for hundreds of years. To be clear, I am not speaking as an expert and or a legislator, and I am not sure if this was 100% fair.

It's worth mentioning that during the time of the Greek freedom uprising, other Europeans notes that Greeks were quite soft on their oppressors compared to other colonized peoples during their freedom fight. This doesn't make one right and one wrong. I'm only mention the Greek approach.

[dailypokemoncrochet]

I spent so long on this 😭🪦

[xshinina]

Guess who's back for blood?

[chalkrub]

some of the head coms from recently <:^) indefinitely still open for these !

[andrew-dramaqueen-minyard]

I saw this trend on Instagram and could only think of them ur honour

[gretagator]

What if the Joker was blue and orange

[axel-tiredstudent]

for my naruto high school au! heres an updated relationship map of the teens + the teachers

and heres my queer headcanons for the teens i havent drawn yet!

[atthebell]

Enigma do Medo characters & Spiderbit cubitos up now on my Ko-Fi shop!!

Quantity is limited to 1 each, although if one sells out and you really want it, let me know and I can relist it. Shipping is within the US only unless you reach out specifically to ask about shipping elsewhere, in which case we can work that out on a case-by-case basis.

[volitioncheck]

does near every single post-canon DE fic out there need to be tagged ‘Sober Harry Du Bois’? i’m getting so tired of it.

do i expect every single piece of fan content to have to fully delve into the often-depressing always-complex topic of addiction? not really. sometimes you just want to write/read a silly fluffy romance one-shot, whatever. i get it. but i think my issue is specifically with the fact that for nearly every sillyfluffy au out there, there almost must be a ‘sober harry du bois’ tag. and it does feel very slapped-on more often than not.

i think to me it is an unconscious statement that nothing *good* can ever happen to harry du bois until he is completely and permanently sober. before solving the next big case, he has to be sober. before quitting the force, he has to be sober. before falling in love with kim, he has to be sober. before accomplishing anything, starting any sort of recovery, making any life improvement, he must first be sober.

sobriety as a goal, as a journey, and honestly as a concept in of itself is not as cut and dry as so many people think it is. and i think it would serve a lot of people well if they did some introspection on the implications of how nearly every single post-canon fic that isn’t dealing directly with harry’s addiction have him as completely sober instead.

if the plot of the fic isn’t going to touch directly on harry’s substance use (and again, i’m not demanding that every single fic should), why does that mean that sober!harry must be the default?

i think i am just tired of reading a casefic, a smutty one-shot, a fantasy au, whatever, where it almost seems that before getting on with the plot, the author feels obligated to first assure us that the harry we’re reading about is a Sober Harry. it’s established with a couple lines in the exposition, probably about his improved appearance, a tag up top, and then never brought up again; a checkmarked box. like the societal image of An Addict has completely prevented people from being able to imagine a person just, continuing to live life, while still struggling with addiction.

life happens, with all of its backslides and achievements, mundanity and changes, to people with drug addictions just as much as people who don’t. is a post-canon harry who isn’t sober not worth writing about?

i think so. i think the game we all played thinks so too. in fact i think that sentiment is woven into the game’s very core. i just wish i saw that reflected in our fan content more.

[zakiyah]

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[icarrymany]

the mh comics open up such an interesting narrative for our few surviving characters. to them, what happened in the videos was real, but to everyone else its a cool creative web series. when all of that is viewed as fiction, fans have a freedom to speculate about and invade the lives and privacy of real people. and that would be so uncomfortable and terrifying. imagine someone irl having headcanons about YOU. writing fan fiction about you and your real friends. assuming things about you PUBLICLY ! IN MASS!

wouldnt it be so cool to see a character grapple with that in like a self-reflective way? fans asking questions the muse is too afraid to ask themselves. of course, theyre the only person the answer matters to.