#anyone with good taste would like to see him again op

[cozage]

hii!! can i request for the event?? had this weird little scenario where a little kid goes up to reader, completely in love and confessing their love (even tho reader doesnt know who this little kid is) and the op men just look at what's happening with either a "😬" or "😠" reaction. any characters for this scenario would work but if you could put zoro as part of the 3 that would be great

Child Crushes Send me an event request!

Characters: fem reader x Zoro, Sanji, Shanks Total word count: 600

Zoro

“You are so beautiful!” A child screamed, slamming into you and wrapping his arms around your midrift tightly. “I love you!” 

“Hey!” Zoro shouted, reaching for the kid. “Get off her!”

“Zoro!” you chided, shielding the kid from your boyfriend's wrath. “It��s okay!”

“You are the most amazing lady I’ve ever seen! Your smile is radiant, and you are kinder than anyone I’ve ever met!”

You laughed, slowly prying the kid off of you. You were about to bend down to talk to him, but Zoro beat you to it. 

“Listen brat,” he hissed. “Go find another beautiful lady! This one is mine.”

The kid stuck his tongue at Zoro. “If you keep being so mean, she’ll leave you for a real man like me!”

“What did you-!”

“Zoro, stop!” you giggled, pulling him away. You looked back at the little boy, giving him a wink. “It was nice to meet you!”

“I’ll see you soon, lovely lady!”

You intertwined your arm with Zoro’s again, laughing at his outburst. “Wanna tell me what that was about?”

“He reminded me of that stupid cook,” Zoro groaned. “Besides, that kid needs to buzz off. You’re already taken.”

Sanji

“Excuse me miss,” a small voice came from behind you, and you turned around. 

He was young. Probably around 6 or 7, with caramel brown hair and clear blue eyes.

“Hi there,” you said, breaking away from Sanji’s hold so you could squat down so you were at eye level with him. 

“I just wanted to tell you are the most beautiful woman alive.” He held out a wildflower with small white petals. “Will you marry me?”

You giggled at his request. His bluntness reminded you of someone else you knew. 

“I’m flattered. How about you come find me when you’re older?” you challenged. 

He pushed the flower into your hands. “I will. I’ll never forget you! Until then, here’s something to remember me by!”

He took off, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. You laughed and stood up, your hand returning to Sanji’s. 

“You have competition,” you teased.

Sanji hummed pleasantly, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “He has good taste in women. Can’t argue with that.”

Shanks

You unfolded the note the little boy had given you and read the scribbles across the paper. 

Please make my day and kiss me. You are so beautiful and kind. I love you.

Shanks peered over your shoulder, looking at the note, and burst out into laughter. 

“Shanks!” you scolded under your breath. “Don’t laugh!”

“Look kid, only a real man gets to kiss this lady.” He planted a messy kiss on your cheek to prove his point. 

The kid looked at you and him, and then ran off. 

“Shanks!”

“He’ll be back, don’t worry.”

Shanks was right. A few hours later, the kid was standing at the end of the bar, peeking out and watching you from afar. 

“You wanna impress her?” Shanks asked, creeping up behind the boy. “Give her a rose and ask her for a kiss. To her face. Like a man.”

“Will that work?” the boy whispered, glancing back at you nervously. 

“That’s how I got her to kiss me,” he admitted. “Good news for you, I even have a spare rose.”

The little boy walked up to you, his knees visibly shaking as he gripped the rose in his hands. 

“I got this for you,” he said softly. “Will you kiss me?”

Your eyes darted to Shanks, a smile dancing across your lips. 

“Thank you,” you said, taking the flower from him and giving him a small peck on the cheek. “I’d be honored to kiss such a polite young man.”

[maxlarens]

OP: i can’t complain but i will

pairing(s): oscar piastri x mercedes driver!reader; oscar piastri & driver!reader & lando norris; lando norris x oscar piastri

word count: 2.4k+

an: here’s a little bit of angst a little bit of fluff and me holding myself back from making osc x reader x lan a poly ship😭 disclaimer: this isn’t an accurate reflection of the events of the Hungary GP. i take creative liberties as usual! and sorry to lewis. it’s still a mercedes P3 i guess😭 also here are my thoughts on the race so nothing is misconstrued here. AND gif credit because it keeps disappearing!

I. I choked on such longing I couldn’t spit out

Oscar crosses the finish line in Hungary and it’s fine.

It’s fine.

Y’know, fine in the way where there’s this feeling in his chest. This thing gnawing at his insides. At his gut. And maybe it’s his helmet, maybe it’s the temperature, but there’s something on his cheeks. Heat. Something burning. Maybe.

His mind goes immediately to those clips he’d seen of Lando’s onboard in Miami. The shrill little giggles, the high-pitch of his teammates voice, the cheer of the crowd faintly in the background. Crackle hiss—

No one’s cheering for Oscar—

Tom is on the radio.

Oscar’s not stupid, not by a long shot. He can hear the strained quality of it, the forced cheerfulness.

Yeah. Oscar apologises before he can think twice about it. It just slips out of him. He thinks of you telling him— on a Tuesday night two weeks ago— that he needed to “stop saying sorry so fucking much, Oscar”. The way he’d been distracted by his name in your mouth. Oscar. Not Osc like he’s used to, or the occasional Oscie you’re prone to throw out. Oscar. Like you were serious.

Whatever. He says something to Tom that his publicist would be proud of. Waves at the grandstands. Tries not to think, not like this. I didn’t want it like this.

A sigh leeches out of him. Lando’s car is in his periphery and you’re trailing behind him as the three of you turn. The three of you on a podium… it’s a dream come true for him. But— yeah— not like this.

He’s in the car for too long. Helmet on his head, where no one can see his face. He’s okay, he thinks. He’s fine.

He thinks of being a little kid at Albert Park. Watching F1 in the living room late at night. Getting in a kart for the first time and feeling alive. And okay—

Yes, there’s a sour taste in his mouth. Words unsaid sitting on his tongue. But he’s starting to feel the smile tugging at his lips. The feeling is his chest starts to ease, just a little. Just a bit.

He’s looking up and there’s you and there’s Lando. You’re on opposite sides of the car, Lando’s reaching for him, for his hand. Clutching it tightly. Lando squeezes once, his helmet covered face bobs in a nod that says something… part of Oscar hopes it’s I’m sorry. Another part of him is mad that it may not be.

And you, well you have no idea the half hour he’s just had. But your hand is on his shoulder and then on the top of his helmet and you’re whacking it with a gusto he hadn’t expected. He thinks you might be crying. You keep reaching in through your visor to wipe at your eyes and it’s making Oscar feel sick. You’re crying and he’s sitting here feeling sorry for himself because the win wasn’t perfect.

Fuck.

So Oscar grins and he bears it.

He gets out of the car and he smooths it over until everything is okay again. Because that’s what he’s good at. Because that’s how he’s made it here. Oscar Piastri is a team player, sometimes more than he is anything else. And that’s okay, that’s fine for now, because one day, eventually, Oscar is going to be the reason they need to hire a team player. One day he’ll be the beating heart of some Formula One team and he won’t have to win a race because his teammate had to let him by—

That’s not Lando’s fault either. Lando is…

He’s Lando. Oscar gets it.

Oscar gets it more than anyone.

II. I am obsessive. I contain nothing but the replay

Lando is trying so fucking hard not to have a tantrum.

It’s this infuriating feedback loop where he thinks I had it and then something cuts in to say but Oscar deserved it and then it starts over again. It’s making Lando feel like shit, for losing, for being a bad friend, for jeopardising the relative peace of the team. He’s trying to temper the angry, selfish little spoiled brat voice in his head but it’s so fucking hard to keep that dog on a leash.

He’s trying to be okay.

He’s in the post-race room with you and he’s trying to be fine.

And okay, so he knocks the stupid second place cap to the ground in front of the camera that’s broadcasting you guys to the world. Always second. God. He’d tasted a win in Miami and it’s almost like he’s worse off for it. It’s a win or it’s nothing and it’s tearing him apart from the inside out. There’s a voice in his head that’s saying, you’re just a one trick pony, Lando. Do it again and you might be worth something.

It’s making him crazy.

He bites his tongue. Turns to look at you, lounging in the third place chair like it doesn’t matter, like you’re happy to just be on the podium.

You raise an eyebrow at him, face blank but he knows what it says anyway. Be happy for him. He would be happy for you.

Fuck, and he would—

He would. Selfless and kind above all, Oscar.

Lando frowns, his back to the lens.

Your gaze flicks from him, to the hat on the floor. Pick it up, it says. Pick it up and pretend.

Lando picks it up. He’s the one who gave Oscar the position back after all. He’s his own worst enemy right now. Not you, certainly not Oscar—

Speaking of Oscar.

He’s here. He’s holding the first place cap that Lando wants to be his, he’s putting it on his head and Lando’s okay. Lando’s fine. He’s watching the race replay and seeing Max turn into your car and he’s trying desperately to look at that, pay attention to that, and not Oscar.

Because it hurts.

Not in a good way, not the way Lando looks at him sometimes and feels some yawning sun in his chest.

Instead there’s something bitter and snarling.

Some chained, angry dog on a leash.

Lando turns, goes to sit in the chair he doesn’t want to sit in, and catches Oscar’s eye. He feels the snarling thing strain, it goes to bark, to bite. Then Oscar smiles. It’s not much— it doesn’t reach his eyes exactly. But it’s effort. It’s thank you. It’s I know what that meant.

It’s enough.

III. He forgives you, dogs are like that, so loyal

You know something is off the second that you get out of the car. This isn’t what Oscar’s maiden win is supposed to look like— or it almost is, but the picture is wrong.

It’s not ecstatic, it’s not crowds chanting his name, it’s not Oscar getting out of the car like a shot and jumping into the arms of his team.

Instead, you see grim faces plastered over with smiles, McLaren engineers huddled into groups and talking in hushed tones. Lando’s sulking, you can tell by the set of his shoulders, the way people hover around him, keeping their distance a bit. You blink— there’s something in your eyes, your nose tingling with some emotion—

Whatever. You push it aside, go to Oscar’s car before anything else, before even taking your helmet off. It's you and Lando on opposite sides and whatever the case, whatever happened out there that you're not aware of, Lando's here. Lando's sucking it up.

You find out bits and pieces over the next hour, from your race engineer, from the post-race interviews, from Lando's attitude in the cool down room. The tension between them is bleeding into everything and they orbit around each other all afternoon. They can't quite look at each other, they keep making eye contact for a split second and then letting it slide away. They keep smiling these strained things at each other. Lando keeps reaching out to touch Oscar, but always at arms length. Like an apology neither of them can quite commit to.

You know it's the team that are the issue and it's also this hurt that Lando can't quite get over, and an Oscar who is trying to just be happy but needs more time to get there.

It's making your heart ache.

You've dreamt of this, stupidly enough. Oscar on the top step of the podium, that bunny-tooth grin of his spreading and spreading. Champagne and confetti. You're there, of course you're there. Lando is too. So it's painful to have that dream actualised and to realise it's not perfect— because, well, nothing ever is.

And it's fucking unfortunate.

But it's them. So it's fine.

You're baffled by that sometimes. You still hold grudges against old teammates. There are things you'll never forgive them for, wounds that will never heal. But you come back from your frustratingly long debrief and find them doubled over outside their driver's room, giggling their heads off at something. It's not perfect, there's still something between them, something in the air.

But they're trying.

And Oscar is smiling wider than you've seen in a long while.

So for Oscar's sake you push it aside—

It's always a little different away from prying eyes, away from rolling cameras, in front of which you feel pressure to act like Oscar and Lando are first and foremost your rivals. When they're gone they can just be your friends. Your boys.

Naturally, you're thudding into Oscar before he really notices you're there. Too busy throwing his head back at something Lando had said. He's still in champagne wet fireproofs as you reach your arms around his shoulders, but so are you. He smells vaguely like a wet dog and lets out a soft oft noise as you charge into him.

"Hey, race winner," you say as he threads his arms around your waist.

You put your forehead on his collarbone, close your eyes as a laugh flutters out of him. You hear it rumble in his chest as he rocks the two of you gently from side to side. It's giggly, light and joyful like the one he does when he's tipsy. But he's not tipsy, just happy you think.

"Race winner," he mumbles, low, quiet, to himself more than anything, "Yeah."

"Yeah," you whisper back.

You're like that maybe for too long. Longer than people who are just friends should be. You can hear Lando moving around behind you, asphalt grinding under his feet. His gaze prickling the back of your neck. Eventually, you pull away. You slide your hands to grip Oscar's shoulders, fingertips pressing into warm skin, lean up and press a kiss to his cheek. Accidentally, your lips land too close to the corner of his mouth, brushing against stubble and sweat. You hear something soft escape his lips, barely audible as his brown eyes bore into yours. Pupils blown large, gaze drifting momentarily down to your lips.

"Good job today, Osc," you say, trying not to let your breath hitch.

You pull away a little before he does something in the heat of the moment— and right in front of Lando, of all people. He's high on adrenaline, that's all. That's all.

"Thank you," he smiles, all teeth.

You feel hot all the way down your neck, into your chest. Hm, premature menopause, you think, rather than the obvious— which is that it makes you mega nervous to be that close to Oscar Piastri.

Lando clears his throat.

In a jerky, surprised movement you step away from Oscar, while Oscar fumbles awkwardly for his phone in his pocket. He holds it up, says something stumbling about calling his family and then takes only maybe five steps away before you or Lando can say a thing.

You laugh, just a little.

Then do a pleased little spin to face Lando.

Who seems better, lighter. At least in comparison to how he was immediately post-race. Which you’re glad to see. Especially after catching bits of his team radio from a brief conversation with George. You’re not particularly happy about it, but it’s not really your place to be upset.

“Hey,” you smile warmly.

He smiles back, tighter than you’d hoped.

You move a bit closer into his personal space, watching him carefully. It’s okay you think. He’s more subdued than usual, but you can’t see the seething thing that was under his skin earlier. That would be fine of course, he’s entitled to that, but his sake you’re glad it’s gone.

“You okay?”, you ask.

Lando nods, eyes falling closed momentarily as he hums contemplatively, “‘M okay. Happy for him.”

You nod, stepping closer to pull him into a one armed hug that’s not quite as energetic as the one you’d given Oscar before.

“Yeah,” you say quietly, pressing the side of your face into his cheek, “Upset too?”

He hums again, sighs, “Yeah. ‘Course.”

“Yeah,” because you get it,

Maybe not in these exact circumstances. But you know what it’s like. To chase a win with everything you have, to fall short after it’s been in your grasp. You understand that. So does Oscar—

Speaking of.

Oscar’s back, footsteps crunching asphalt behind you.

“They’re asleep,” he explains, “I’ll talk to them later.”

You half let Lando go, moving to accommodate the race winner into your little circle. They’re a bit weird about it, shuffling into place awkwardly, you’re not surprised after a day like today, but you persevere— wrapping arms around both of them and pulling them simultaneously down into a haphazard hug that you’re in the middle of.

Lando’s face is in your neck somehow, mumbling something about you being overbearing while his hand clutches at your waist to keep himself upright. Oscar’s arm is tight around your shoulders and your face is squished up against his chest. You squeeze tightly— let them go when it’s been a minute too long—

You can feel yourself almost getting caught up in the tangle of limbs. The warmth of your friends. The emotion of it. You think there’s something stuck in your eye again, something wet in your tear ducts.

You sniff, try to ignore it, hope they don’t see.

Then, stupid observant Oscar, “Are you crying?”

You let out an offended noise and shake your head to deny it, but instead something that’s almost a sob, but not quite, slips out—

“No,” you declare, but it’s unconvincing—

and then you’re back in the hug. All sweat and sticky champagne residue, Lando’s too-strong cologne and Oscar who smells like burnt rubber. And it’s not perfect, because nothing ever is, but it’s enough for you.

this was really cathartic for me to be honest. just needed my little driver!reader to hug landoscar after that race. needed to get some big feelings out and then needed a sweet little fluff section to make me feel better.

ALSO DISCLAIMER: this was a work of FICTION it does not reflect the entirety of what i feel about the events of the hungary gp. i am simply playing with dolls! thank you and goodbye!

[count-alucard-tepes]

What sexy things do the OP Hotties do that turn you on? 👀

Haha I normally wouldn’t do slightly spicy asks but I’ll respond to this one because I can’t resist😆😍

Kizaru ✨: he such a tease, you know he’s so smooth with the ladies and he dresses really well too. A well put together man is always desirable.

Akainu🌋: he’s stoic and cold and I’m a brat 😂 I feel like that would be the perfect match for someone like him. Also he has tattoos and he seems like he would protect me with his life and that’s so sexy.

Ryokugyu 🌱: he’s a bad boy and everyone loves a bad boy. And when ever I get mad at him he would just turn into a tree with my favorite flowers…a girl is sold.

Fujitora 🐅: he’s such a sweetheart, you know he would be the best husband ever.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: it’s his style, he just oozes sexiness in everything he does and says. He knows he can have anyone and that confidence is really sexy.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: the ultimate bad boy who would have you wrapped around his finger literally and figuratively. It’s the sexy body, the laugh, the style! Not to mention, he’s someone you don’t want to cross the line with him. He’s the guy your parents say stay away from with good reason but you still want a taste.

Benn Beckman 🔫: he’s so mysterious and you know he’ll charm your pants off in 30 seconds. He’s also strong and smart…it’s a win-win situation!

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: Oda thought everyone was gonna be terrified of this hottie! But no, this mochi baby daddy is the perfect example of don’t judge a book by its cover! He’s a family guy who listens to his mom and cares for his younger siblings! And not to mention he’s got a sexy body and can tell why you’re angry before you stomp around ! And he loves donuts so I never have to diet again! I AM SOLD!

Killer🔪: alright post time skip Killer is hot and all but pre time skip Killer had me on my knees! He’s is so cute and mysterious but also super intelligent and fine af! Blonde hair and blue eyes…that’s my punk rock Barbie right there!

Kaido🐉: he’s emotional af when he’s drunk and just loves the hell out of his kid and those around him that are loyal to him! To be Yamato’s mom and smash Kaido at him prime! Omg I’d cling to ankles, y’all !

King 👑 : he’s the hot character of color who is the epitome of tall, dark and sexy! He has the white hair! He’s that bitch! He’s got wings and legs for days! The fucking face tattoo!!! I would cling onto his knees (since that’s probably the highest point where I’d be able reach him) and die for this baby daddy!

Queen👑: oh man, Queen is so fucking cool! I just wanna party with him until I can’t walk anymore! You know he puts the party God to shame! Karaoke night at Onigashima would be everything!

Izou🔫🔫: he’s so beautiful…I would be so shy around him because he’s so freaken pretty and would always look hotter than me! It’s always nice to have someone else do your hair and make up and Izou is my main man to be my wifey!

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: the face tattoo! You know he’s a badass when he got a face tattoo and his best friend is an Okama! I’m ready to see Dragon naked, y’all! I’m about to be Luffy’s stepmom! Croc is about to gut me😂😂😂

Oven Charlotte 🍞: feeling sad…he bakes some cake…feeling happy…let’s have croissants! He’s just gonna fatten me up and I’ll never have to diet again because I’ll always be smaller than him! These Charlotte men are just the best! He’s also got main character energy 😂

Buggy🤡: he has hair goals I want to achieve but will never reach even if I tried! He’s charismatic and funny af! Buggy-sama is everything!😍

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: he’s a doctor! Score! My parents would never be prouder since I’m not…next best thing is my hubby being a doctor! He’s also such a cutie who seems to always be smiling!

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: our favorite angry firecracker! He’s a cutie who wears make up and looks like he should be a drummer in a rock band! He’s got beautiful red hair and he’s intelligent! He also can fix your appliances! That’s a wifey right there!

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: he’s gentle and emotionally available! Not to mention he’s a natural dad! He’s funny and clumsy af but a total badass! Let’s not forget he’s the handsome sibling lol

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: omg he’s tall, has pink hair, has tattoos and has a sexy smirk! Not to forget he turns into a cute kitty man! I’m ready to have his kittens!

Gecko Moria🦇: now prime Gecko Moria was every fucking thing! I mean who challenges Kaido and doesn’t actually lose…kinda! He was really hot too!

Iceburg💜: he’s so cute and funny, I can’t with him! He’s also so intelligent and can build stuff, love it!

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: first of all, he’s rich and he’s hot! A girl is sold! He sings and dances…even better!

Rob Lucci🐆: he’s so cute! I can’t deal especially in his kitty form, he’s also mysterious. From hot to cold in a mere couple of seconds! I love it! His hair is so beautiful too! I can’t deal!

[southparkxreader]

pairings:  post covid ! kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh x reader. trigger warnings : age gaps . reader is in her middle twenties , everyone else is forty nine . specific uses of she/her pronouns ,  uses of y/n + l/n ( get that interactive fic extension loaded , lads  ) .  disclaimer : i haven’t written anything like this in a long time .  only interact with this post if you are 18 or above , minors are not welcomed on my blog . small intro of a future series im going to start in a fic form , putting this out there to see if anyone is interested and to get a taste for how alive the fandom is .

stay with me ... fanfic series being kenny’s assistant.

kenny has a nasty habit of losing track - it can range from his paper work , to notes when he’s going on one of his tangents and just needing to let it all out before it fleets from mind, to as simple as forgetting what day of the week it is : forgetting dates, scheduled events, that sort of thing. he really cannot coordinate his own life if it meant saving it, he’s just got too much going on, ten fold when it comes to his work -

it was kyle’s idea, actually - listening to kenny apologize yet again for forgetting one of the days they were supposed to meet up on. he sighs, exasperated, annoyed, any rational person would be when plans kept going haywire because someone couldn’t even bother to turn up “have you thought about a personal assistant ?” leaning on his kitchen counter, watching the new snow fall as he leaned into the phone “it’ll help. if it doesn’t, i’m just going to stop making plans with you.”

is he being serious ? no, but still - he’s on thin ice.

kenny starts interviewing a week later, because it really isn’t a bad idea - he’s ashamed that he never thought of it sooner. the applications come flooding through, who wouldn’t want a front row seat to a genius like him ? the things they’d get to witness first hand, new discoveries, seeing his mind in person and with a front row seat. it was too good to be true, nobody in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to put their application through.

after about a dozen interviews, he’s just about ready to give up.

then,,,, you come in - it was like he took a shot of vodka with how you snapped him awake - his eyes trail over you for a moment, he could see straight away how nervous you were - despite how much you were trying to hide it. cheeks were clearly flushed, fidgeting with your fingers before you held out a hand towards the man, smile shaky but bright as you did your best to put on a brave face, a little tremble in your hand as anxiety shot through you didn’t go missed, either  “its a pleasure to meet you, mr mccormick, truly, it’s an honour. ” 

well, right then and there, kenny thought you were just the sweetest little thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. he had his mind made up before your hands locked together, his large palm swallowing yours so easily as he sent you a dazzling smile, if any of his friends were in the room they’d make faces, sending him an accusing glare , they know the look too well and it’s anything but innocent “it’s a pleasure meet you too, mrs. l/n. you flatter me too much, please, sit - let’s begin, it says here that you - “

he has to at least pretend to be professional.

you got the phone call later that night with confirmation that you got the job.  did you dance around your apartment, scream the minute the phone call ended ? absolutely you did. now you have a chance to actually enjoy work, to do something with your life rather than dragging yourself through it, to work along side the brightest mind of their generation.

he called kyle up the minute things were confirmed. telling him it was the best and only good idea he'll ever have again. to which he responds with a "fuck you... wait, what are you talking about ... why do you sound like that?" kyle knows, he knows kenny too well not to know.

when stan, kyle and kenny next have a meet up, it’s an annoying shocked and open surprise that kenny graced them with his presence, for having the ability to turn up on time. after a lot of shit talking, kenny finally falls into speaking about you, a little too much, stan and kyle have no choice but to want to meet you.  

when they do ... ?

oh... oh they get it . 

[gojoest]

I have so many thoughts about creep! bf gojo. Mainly bc he probably didn't get a lot of normal interactions as a kid, either he was being praised for being 'the chosen one' or left completely to his own devices. and so his sense of decency and normalcy are skewed so far off. He does what he wants and can't see the reason why that would be seen negatively, he loves you and he's clingy n e way, creep! bf gojo steals your underwear 100% -🦅

oh god….you really know your way to get to me, don’t you………..bc yes. yes, you are so correct . oh my god. i’ve talked about this before here and there but yes. i think satoru was very neglected growing up despite being born as a boy with a spark incomparable to any other, a special boy. the first descendant in the gojo clan in 400 years to inherit both limitless & six eyes.

and i think, even when he was little, a lot of people feared him bc of that. and naturally, the care and affection people usually show to a child provoked by the internal need to protect such a small being, that very sense to love and shield what needs to be loved and shielded, dulled before the eyes of fear. this, and the envy of prying eyes and all who wanted him gone before he fully blossomed into something bigger, sow the seeds of loneliness in him. he was an outcast, and not because he was looked down on but because he was looked up on, too much at that.

i don’t think he was ever truly loved, even by his parents actually. maybe they loved him to some extent. but not because he was their blood and a beloved symbol of their love. what made their chest swell was rather pride than love. and they were not proud of him, they were proud of themselves for bringing such a special boy to existence.

i don’t believe he was ever genuinely looked after and cared for. what people around him looked after was the shell of a boy that carried the innate techniques derived from the gojo clan. nobody knew what his favorite color was, what his favorite food was, what he loved doing outside of training sessions. i don’t think he knew himself tbf bc it’s hard to shape your own understanding of the world and what’s precious while growing up when you’ve never witnessed it with your own eyes, when no one has ever shown it to you what it means to love and favor something. bc children take inspiration from those around them. and i don’t think he had anyone around him to look up to and be inspired from.

i remember reading a post connecting the lack of presence in the sense of support and source of inspiration in satoru’s life to how it affected the way he carries himself later in life in the sense of, let’s say, fashion. i don’t remember the url of the op i am so sorry but god damn, they were so right. bc if you look closely you will notice that most characters in jjk have their own style, a specific physical trait unique only to them, whether a hairstyle or a fashion sense or whatever. but saotur? except for the blindfold, he’s got nothing. right? and the blindfold he wears is not for the sake of being eccentric or unique, it’s not for the sake of creating a trademark on his end. it once again comes down to his technique. 

so yea for someone like satoru, who’s never had a normal human connection in his life before, love is very likely to border with obsession. and like, i don’t think he is completely unaware of the feeling “love” but it’s one thing to know of it through books, movies or whatsoever and another to live and actually experience it firsthand. so when he loves, it’s raw, it’s inexperienced, it’s limitless (hehe see what i did there). there is no moral compass, there is no stop sign for him—he’s going to be weird. he’s going to cross certain boundaries. he’s going to disregard your personal space. but it’s not because he’s an actual sick freak just for the sake of it, it’s because he loves you with all the pent up loneliness in him and now that he’s tasted love and knows how good it feels, he doesn’t want to lose it.

p.s.: yes, he’s a pathological panty stealer

[aquaburst3]

The Masquerade Event came and went on the ENG server. Just a couple weeks ago, I seen plenty of takes where OP rolls their eyes at people who say that Rollo is "problematic" thanks to who he's based on or him being "racist". (Which makes no sense, because fae aren't real.) Sorry, but I have to play devil's advocate. To be quite honest, I agree with some of the sentiment behind that, I just think some people aren't articulating their points well.

The issue some people have with Rollo isn't that he's based on a villain so therefore he's problematic and anyone who likes him must be sent to the Shadow Realm. All of them are. Hating Rollo based on that would be fucking stupid. The issue people have is how the game glorified Frollo by honouring the school after him and handled Rollo as a character, despite who he's based on.

For the former, again, yes, some of the Great Seven did some messed up shit in their movies. Hell, Jafar has that creepy Jabba the Hutt style captive princess scene with Jasmine, despite the fact that she was a minor. I'm a huge Jamil fan. What sets Frollo apart from them is that he's based strictly in reality. You will never meet a Hades, Ursula or Jafar in real life. They are fanatical villains with magical powers or objects. However, there are thousands of people like Frollo in real life, especially in the west. Plus, Frollo is on a whole other level compared to the Great Seven. All of the Great Seven have good traits, so you can see an argument for how they might be seen as heroes of their stories. Frollo has ZERO redeeming qualities. This is the same guy who killed a lady and wanted to drown a newborn baby for being disabled in the first scene he was in, lusted after an underaged girl and wanted to genocide all of the Romani in Paris! So there's no in universe explanation for how that would come to be.

Christianity is one of the most popular religions in the west, so everything tied to it cares much more weight here. A lot of people have religious trauma. There is a very real issue of residential schools, especially in the US and Canada, where indigenous/native american people were abused which were ALWAYS Christian. Basing the school on a fictional figure with that much real life baggage is in poor taste. While I know Christianity is a minor religion in Japan, hence why Christian elements are often added to Japanese media due to it being "exotic" to them much like how westerners view the Greek Pantheon, the game is being distributed internationally, so the developers should've considered these things and handled that topic much more respectfully and reconsidered some of their decisions.

One may argue that Gaston and Cruella are the same way, since they are realistic villains as well. But guess what? They don't have a dorm let alone a whole fucking school honoured after them!

Honestly, I think it would've been FAR better if the game made Rollo like the staff where he's based on Frollo, but honoured the school after Mother Gothel instead. Hell, you could've done a plot twist where all of the stuff in the town is based on Tangled, and then Rollo pulls the flower shit inspired by Hunchback of Notre Dame. That would've been so cool!

That leads to that second thing—how Rollo was handled. For one, he's a woobified version of Frollo. A woobie, for those of you who don't know, is an older fandom term used to describe bland pretty characters with a tragic backstory that the author expects you to feel sorry for them and get away with everything. Oh, boy. Does he fit that definition in spades. He's pretty bland. His only real standout personality traits are that he hates magic and the fae, prideful, traditional and possibly athletic. That's it. He has a sad backstory where his brother died in a fire after his magic got out of control. Fine, that's cliche, but it works. Hell, it's kinda clever in a sense where it's inspired by the Hunchback of Notre Dame off-broadway musical. Characters like Idia point out the hypocrisy in Rollo's ideology and that he is really doing this thanks to his own guilt for his brother's death, which is a good thing. The problem is, outside of him being boring as a character, that despite wanting to suck out all of the magic in the world, he got away with it scott free, and his only form of "punishment" was living with the guilt of knowing everyone thinking that he was some sort of hero...despite Malleus wanting revenge on him five minutes earlier. (I don't get it either.) I think a lot of this problem plays into a reoccurring one the game has a whole—the character stagnation and Yana's utter unwillingness to let them face any consequences for their actions.

It's not even with the one shot villains. You see this play out all the time with the main cast. All of the OB gang get a slap on the wrist for their actions. Everyone instantly forgives them, including people like Kalim and Ruggie who were almost MURDERED. (Kalim I kinda get, because he's a ball of sunshine and is deep in denial about a lot of things. But Ruggie? You think he would be at least upset at Leona for almost Thanos Snapping his ass.) It's not even just for OBs either. Malleus faced zero consequences or is even properly called out for his actions during the second Halloween event or deciding to tag along, despite damn well knowing it would make Jamil's life harder and that he couldn't refuse him.

So in that sense, the way that Rollo got away scott free is super annoying, but not surprising. It happens all the time with the main boys, so why not him? Hell, the same thing happens with with Honest Fellow.

However, this problem hampers the writing on all fronts. Unless you are writing a flat arc, characters need to change and grow, especially in a coming of age story like TWST should be. So instead of learning and growing like real people, every single character in the TWST cast always remain the same and never face any repercussions for their actions. It's asinine, since they realistically would, even if they are based on villains. Hell, you think it would make it even more so, since they are based on villains and would be more revengeful and not merciful.

The game should've punished Rollo for his actions. I don't think he needs to fall to his death into a lake of fire like his original counterpart, but him being expelled or everyone at his school hating him after learning the truth and him being stripped off all of his titles would've been nice!

Don't get me wrong. Rollo isn't bad as a concept. Hell, I'm even adding a version of him to my own fic, so saying that you can never add a character like that to a story would be super hypocritical of me. It's certainly cool if you enjoy him as a character, even if I don't jell with him personally. Just that the way that Yana could've handled Rollo and the other Hunchback of Notre Dame elements in a much more respectful manner and nixed basing the school on Frollo himself.

[dingdongdoodilydoodilydoo]

Despite what people think, your mom is a raging Karen - nothing ever pleases her, nothing is to her standards, no one could ever make her happy. Molly was a bitter woman, to put it shortly - the burnt out husk of a once vibrant and proud woman.

She once had pride. In herself, her husband. In you.

There was a time when you remember her smiling. She smiled at you, and she smiled at your dad, and she smiled gladly. She possessed such a great fire and spirit that you missed on your rare moments of sobriety.

That stupid fire took everything from you.

The world spun on without blinking an eye as the family now in serious debt for a manmade fire that consumed the garage and slowly destroyed your parents, their marriage, your life and your self worth. It's the reason you hated - maybe still blame him even - Seth and his shitty smirk. While you took on the brunt of the blame for the accident that broke the family, he was placed on a pedestal and made the impossible standard you would never meet.

Because of that fire, Molly lost hers.

A drunkard for a husband years after the fire, a son who refused to live within her standards, and the laughingstock of her community because everyone but her saw Seth for what he was, she became the bitter thorn she is today.

You tell yourself that the reason you still keep in touch with a 49½ foot pole from the human equivalent of the Elephant's Foot is because she seems to only spark to life when she's meeting you head on. Verbal abuse or not, she lights up when you are around - whether because she's got a twisted way of showing her pride via Tiger Mom parenting tactics that would break anyone or because she genuinely only knows hatred, it's the only time anyone sees that spark of the old Molly.

"Pickles? I specifically asked you to get my special pinot noir! All I'm getting is thet terrible pop equivalent of a kid's grape juice! Ope, excuse me -!" She yanks on one of the Klokateers arms as she's getting her luggage brought in again, because the first set was confiscated - something about cheese and wine she had brought for the other ladies. Local stuff from the wineries south of the Illinois-Wisconsin border, cheeses made and aged locally.

She threw such a loud and abusive screaming fit when it was confiscated that she destroyed half a room, her clothes somehow, and made one or 2 Klokateers puncture their own ears than to continue hearing her that you got called to calm her down.

Which did happen, oddly enough. She saw you and completely forgot she had her 'mom night charcuterie goods' taken from her possession. She asked why you hadn't seen her right away, and made to tidy the room she tried to pretend was in that state already.

You look at her as she gives an earful to another poor Gear, feeling small again as sobriety drags you back to the reality that she was here, she was calmed, and she was not chewing you out ... yet.

"And make sure it's wine!" She yells at the poor Klokateer she just let go - no one else present now while she grumbles about the lack of liquor, you wonder why you even bother. Without anyone else nearby, you would be her next target.

"Did you hear Amber is setting up a school? I'm so happy Seth found such a bright you woman to marry -- when are ya gonna settle, kiddo? This rockstar life isn't gonna keep your lights on forever..." she says, grabbing what looks like a dress and places into a pile she designated as 'not Molly's taste'.

You fight the urge to tell her you're richer than entire countries, but bite your tongue. She's just rambling while she goes through the pre-assorted clothes some Gear had brought up for her, as she picks her selection for the long weekend ahead. She's not berating you, not entirely.

"So, Pickles. Are ya listenin' to your mother? You're zoning out again - are you high? Jesus, Pickles, I can't even talk to you without you having some kind of drug in you."

It's hard to think about.

Well, that is if he can even think at all.

Its nice for a moment, to remember that there was a time where she was happy, when your family was happy, when you were happy.

But that's gone now.

Now all of those moments are an internal purgatory, replaying in the back of his head while he tries to forget all of the bad times. A reminder that it could've been better, that he could've been better. A reminder that he could be worth something, that he wouldn't be a failure in his mother's eyes.

But, he isn't. He isn't good enough, he'll never be good enough.

It only worsens when she visits, when her presence alone makes him remember all the bad times.

The garage.

All the failed classes, all of the alcohol poisoning, all of the overdoses.

The reason he keeps his sweatbands on, all the scars he inflicted because of the constant torment he was subjected to. He tried so hard to forget.

But, now, here she was. To make him remember again. He wasn't even able to register that she had asked why he hadn't talked to her soon enough, only snapping back to reality the moment she went off about the wine.

"Yeah I-...I know, I forgaht, okey? They're jest givin' you what we have here—" The drummer had tried to explain before she had cut him off, opting to talk to a Gear instead.

Watching her mouth the poor Klokateer off was pure hell for him.

He was embarrassed.

It's not the first time she'd done it, no, the first time was when she had argued with the whole neighborhood about how Seth deserved to join a birthday party.

He tried to block it out, fidgeting with his sweatbands, tapping his fingertips against his thighs, anything to just...slip away, just for a little while.

This would be better drunk.

At least when he was drunk, he didn't have to think about his mom again.

He could be with his band right now, he could be with the rhythm guitarist who had issues of his own, he could be there to help, but he's here.

Why did he have to be here.

It could be worse though, she could be yelling at him, hitting and punching him, but...she isn't. Maybe she had a drink on the way here? He wouldn't be surprised.

Fuck, she's talking about Seth and Amber. He had forgotten about them for a while.

Oh, right, he gave them money...for...what again? He forgot, he blocked out most memories with his family anyway...fuck, the school...he said he'd do it for his nephew.

"That's- that's good for them, mom. Uh- y-you know, I'm the one who gave them the money to start the um...the school, y'know?" Pickles said desperately, almost begging for Molly to recognize he could do something to get her attention.

And...she doesn't care, of course, she never does.

Why does she always have to do this? Make him feel like he's worth nothing, make him feel like all of his accomplishments have done nothing. He's the seventh top financial power, and somehow, she can make him feel like a man with a dime to his name.

Why is she asking about tying himself down? What did- what did- why does that matter? She knows it's always been a sensitive subject, why did she have to bring it up now?

It could be worse.

Oh, wait, she's talking again.

Why wouldn't he be listening? There's nothing he could fucking do to distract himself anymore. He'd do it all to be high, drunk, anything.

Why did she have to remind him that he's just a junkie in her eyes.

Fuck it, talking back won't do anything, he isn't a child anymore. She can't hit him, she can't lock him under the stairs, she can't, she won't.

"I don't- I don't need to settle, I don't do commitment. You know that...remember what happened with— oh whatever..."

Oh well, so much for hoping.

She's gonna yell, she's gonna scratch, pinch, slap, oh god all he had to do was bite his fucking tongue.

The razor under his mattress is calling his name.

[semifinel]

March - 2023

Games

Spiritfarer- I played the phone Netflix version over quite a long time but we recently canceled Netflix so I felt compelled to try finishing it. I didn’t but I got close. It is a very charming game and most of my complains would be nitpicky so I’ll just skip them.

Deep rock galactic- started playing it again with my brother and his friends, it is a good game, it has a nice gameplay loop, distinct style, and the world generation ain’t bad. Tried playing it alone when they were busy and I think that’s mind numbing.

Little nightmares- honestly disappointing. It wasn’t bad I just wish it was better. I really feel like it’s style over substance but at the same time tried to make you think there is substance. Every time I got stuck it wasn’t the fun kind of figuring out a puzzle stuck but more of a I have no idea what I’m doing wrong stuck. Still nice, heard it gets better in the sequels.

Minit- wonderful game, loved it. I just know speedruns of this game would look wild and I need to check them out.

The darkness 2- I had this game in my steam library for some reason, probably got it for free at some point. The only reason I gave it a go is because that was the topic of the something rotten podcast this month and I wanted to play along. Must be lucky that I choose the only game this far that seemed actually fun. The game has a lot of style and I’m surprised there aren’t any modem games that take inspiration from it. It does end in a note that clearly says that they thought there would be a sequel, which didn’t happen. Do I wish it was written better? Maybe. Do I wish the characters from the co op campaign weren’t racist stereotypes? Yes.

Rain world- last month I said I might get it some point and I did, the world wants me dead and I fucking love slugcats so much. Wonderful game wish I died a bit less.

Sludge life- I was bored when I down loaded this, it has loads of style which I appreciate, played till I’ve gotten an ending then played a bit more and got bored. Nice game to mess around it for a few hours.

It takes two- I started playing this with a friend. The thing about this game that it’s beautiful, the mechanic are wonderful and it feels great to play, there is a lot of talent that went into this game. But man I wish the story didn’t exist. A story about divorce has potential but this ain’t it. I hate the racist book and his bright pink eyebrows, I hate both main characters they are just genuinely bad people and I wish they would stop talking. The separate parts of the game are wonderful it’s just what sticks them together that is unbearable.

Shows

The last of us- it was done and I love it and I am patiently awaiting next season. Nothing to say that hasn’t been said before me.

Ted lasso- hell yeah it’s finally back I missed him so much.

Comics

My lesbian experience with loneliness- this effected me so hard in a way I can’t explain nor will I ever share with anyone online.

Fence- Started it on a whim, love it so much that I got upset learning it is an ongoing series and not a complete one. Ahhhhh.

Check, please!- I know it’s popular and I kinda started and abandoned it years ago, after reading fence I wanted more queer sports comics and it came to mind, it is cute, maybe too cute for my taste but I can see why it has such a name.

Books

חופש מוחלט (A liberdade total) -Pablo Katchadjian

I’ve read this in Hebrew and cannot find it in English, I thought it was entertaining and weird and absurd and I really like the absurd.

I feel like I must have forgotten something in this list but alas.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

ASHSJSH I mean from everything we’ve talked about you sound like a very reasonable sound minded individual with a brain so I think you just got some bad luck with people?? Ok in the instance of this girl YIKES no this definitely isn’t a you problem bro wtf you got the epitome of asshole bitch pick me good thing you dropped her!!!! Not her trying to ride off your rizz that’s insane work we also do not fw the islamophobia!!!! You should tried setting her up with an asshole by saying he was cute or something LMFAO but SHSHSHS yeah you’re probs safe…not a tumblr user and yeah since you haven’t written for those……do you know if she knows tumblr exists because I fr didn’t know people wrote and read on here until relatively recently but maybe I also live under a rock LMAO

REAL actually ykw is funny they actually have a novelization of blue lock but I’ve never tried reading it soooo but I actually did buy a singular volume (only to see if we got any extra tabieitaken crumbs in the writing SHSHSH) but I’ll lyk how that goes…

But FR the automatic “not blatantly sexualized”association with peak female writing is not it….but yeah anyways it is what it is LMAOO kaneshiro throwing in chigiri is insane work too and I still will never get over him adding anris measurements like bro wtf….

LMAO nagimira tabimira and miraeita on top fr HAHAAH but seriously like do people really have nothing else to do that age thing is weird also….but fr as long as you aren’t actively going for a character that’s very obviously and intentionally supposed to be like a kid then??? But wait I’m crying GARY were you one of his fangirls “Gary Gary he’s the man if he can’t do it no one can!” LMAOO ok sorry but FR yeah anyways

ANNE AT ACCOUNTING AHAHAH but NAH FR the hypocrisy is crazy but also WTF EMBARRASSING??? Bro I loved noritoshi and readers dynamic wtf are they on…actually one of my favs in pi what the hell….will not tolerate such slander!!!!! Yeah they fr are just looking for that OP no development reader off the bat like I’m ngl I will never fw those fics because they’re boring and feel cringey sometimes like that’s why I’ll never touch wattpad again

LMFAOOO dw we’re in this together like integration and differentiation!! But EXACTLY ugh so many possibilities and ways to make it interesting and complicated I love making things not simple honestly HAHA I’m sure if you tried it would be really good and I’m sure the readers of sith have impeccable taste too then

LMAOOOO the story swipe up is too real reverse dynamic where it’s tabiken against the world LMFAOO also I REMEMBER THAT Karasu making an active effort like nope I will only have one girl on my feed and if it’s not y/n it’s no one

AHAHA OKOK wait that’s nice omg auto saving drafts too!! Auto saving asks when smh

HAHA will do!! I’ll definitely try it at some point (probably after s2 ends and when I need content LMAO) but LMAOO GOOD TO KNOW and dw this is a safe space for rants and thoughts im here for it all!! We usually share the same sentiments anyways so when I read your rants im like “finally someone with a working brain where have you been all my life” SHSHSH

Merge time but YESS pink nagi I loveee the vibes!! And tbh I kinda think it’s funny when I catch you midway it feels like I’m witnessing history in the making

- Karasu anon

AHAHA i’m glad you think so!! and yeah she was insane 😭 i know she knows of tumblr vaguely but she thinks it’s weird/freaky (as if she has any room to talk omg she was literally known throughout our high school for constantly saying absurdly horny shit i wish i was making this up) so i doubt she’ll ever make an account or anything on here at least!! i just have anxiety about it for some reason LMAOO like i’ll give my personal instagram to people i’ve been following/interacting with for a while because idrc about THAT aspect but i don’t want anyone from irl knowing about my online endeavors i think i’d actually die

wait i did not even know there was a blue lock novelization LMAOO that’s hilarious i wonder how that works…omg if there are more tabieitaken crumbs let me know!! i wonder if it’s still as entertaining in novel format

KANESHIRO WAS SUCH A FREAK FOR THE MEASUREMENTS this is why i always always say i’m glad there aren’t any other female characters in blue lock SDLKFSD i see what that man has done to anri and do not want him writing any other women 😭 i feel like in 2024 we should have moved past the not sexualized = well written rhetoric like not being sexualized is the bare minimum at this point let’s delve into some complexity and whatnot (not that people can really ever handle the few complex female characters we DO get but that’s a separate issue)

only pairings i care about fr 🤩 and ig tullisagi/tullireo can be included otherwise keep that away from me i’m not interested /hj people truly take it so personally when shipping was never that deep HAHAH and yeah the age thing is one of those first world problems tbh like it really never was that serious…YES OMG no i was insane with it back in the day i liked steven stone (modern day equivalent is a nagi and reo fusion) gary oak (modern day equivalent is a karasu and yukimiya fusion) brock (modern day equivalent is an aiku and otoya fusion) and…ash ketchum…SPECIFICALLY IN THE XY ANIME OKAY I WASN’T GOING CRAZY FOR HIS GOOFY INDIGO LEAGUE ASS i think the modern day equivalent for that is just megumi?? anyways

NO LITERALLY THAT’S WHAT IT WAS it was in the chapter about tullia and reader at the bakery where tullia makes reader hang up on noritoshi and is like “oh I thought you’d want to do smth on your own for a change” someone commented “no she’s right we’re being such a suck up to noritoshi rn and it’s honestly embarrassing” or smth along those lines LKSHFLK like on the one hand at least it’s not tullia slander (that line has also seen a lot of people bitching about tullia so that was a nice change) but also it’s not like that’s an either or situation?? like yeah tullia IS right it’s about time for reader to start making decisions on her own but on the other hand it’s completely justified for reader to be scared and to rely on noritoshi at that point in her life like literally a few paragraphs earlier she says that the only things she has in her life that are her own are her needles and her friendship with maki (which btw is one of my favorite quotes from the fic) WAS THAT NOT ENOUGH OF A CLUE THAT THIS GIRL IS A LITTLE MESSED UP???? LMAOOO omg don’t get me started i don’t like complaining about fics because i’m the biggest proponent of people writing what brings them joy and the idea that the only way to get better at writing is to write more but icl the fics where the reader is super overpowered are NOT my cup of tea…or like there’s a specific sense of humor that’s so common for the reader in every fandom i’ve been in that i just find embarrassing/cringy like that reader that’s supposed to be super cold but is just a weird hater?? not even in a cool way just like a “telling everyone to kys without flinching” “calling everyone ugly losers” way i hope ykwim i think a lot of people find it funny/cool/interesting but to me it’s just. well. it’s better suited to a certain demographic that i am no longer a part of!!

YESS it could be so fascinating as a concept!! in sith i had it where the reader is the victim of a LOT of brainwashing/propaganda and she’s also a genius (i put my money where my mouth is though i don’t have characters just being like “she’s a genius” but then she’s consistently stupid like many ya novels do LMAOAO she’s emotionally dense but super super smart the plot twists that come about just because of the ideas she suggests have blown many minds) so she does a lot of villainous stuff while at war (she’s also like all of fourteen at this point #childsoldier) that emotionally fucks her up for GOOD like the whole point of the story was showing how “badass killer action girl” makes no sense as a trope given the human psyche so i did a ton of research into ptsd and coping mechanisms and wrote her to have a lot of struggles with mental health in between wars which i think is something that people really liked reading!! but anyways during the war at one point she ends up injured in enemy territory and gets taken in by a family that has a son about her age and they kind of fall in love before she returns to war and suggests burning their village down in order because it’s an obstacle in their way…i think that that kind of trope could work SO well with kunigami (where he’s the reader) just based on what wildcard might’ve done to him HAHA

no because it’s so loser karasu coded especially because he’s the captain of bambi osaka and (according to fwtkac bestie) considered to be quite attractive so you know he has so many girls following HIM but he’s just like I’M MARRIED wait omg yk what would be funny is if the reason why reader didn’t know she’s the only girl that karasu follows is because she never followed him back (because she didn’t like him) SFHJLSKDJFH PLS omg imagine instead of tabieitaken it’s karasu and kiyora teaming up to bully otoya in the second selection and we get tabikiyoken LMAOOO absolutely brutal combo

HAHAH YAYY i love how we’re always linked up it’s so relieving to be able to dump my thoughts and be like “yup ik karasu anon’s got me” KDJFHSKFJD like if anything i at least know you won’t think i’m a horrible person for my more controversial rants

PINK NAGI FTW I THINK IT’S SO CUTE omg i had to change my pinned from nagi and tabieitaken enthusiast to number one nagi defender though because atp i think i’m the only one left 😭 me (a nagi lover) seeing everyone on bllk tumblr hate on him (he’s done nothing wrong he’s just a reuniclus/goodra coded cutie pie LEAVE MY MAN ALONE) seishiro nagi they could never make me hate you…

[summerlycoris]

Yknow. Something that really guts me is that- I'm gonna have to explain this.

I was pretty much mainstreamed, yeah?

In primary school, i was in a regular classroom. With a teachers aid at my second school, and a socialisation class at my third school, a cooking class at J block with other disabled kids at my fourth (and last) primary school.

In highschool, I had less mainstream subjects due to effectively bargaining for them. (Told the junior school vice principal, if they put me in P.E i would flunk out deliberately again.) I had learning access (special ed, but local euthemism) classes in outdoor rec (all throughout highschool, replacement for P.E) and visual art (in 11th-12th grade- alongside OP level visual art! SCORE!)

But most of my classes were mainstreamed.

The statistics on mainstreaming talk a lot about how it's the gold standard. Inclusion of disabled kids into regular classrooms sets us up for success. We graduate more. We get better jobs.

We help teach our nondisabled peers how to be less awful to people who are different to them, just by being there. And they help socialise us, too.

Win win!

... Right?

If it isn't obvious yet- no, I don't think that's right.

I don't think that's right at all.

These studies. Do they actually ask disabled kids who've been mainstreamed what we think?

Or do they just go off test scores? Off percentage of adults in employment after school? Off graduation statistics?

My worst memories of school. Were in the schools where I was most mainstreamed. My second primary school, and my third primary school.

My autistic ass being in a regular classroom at my third primary school didn't teach my peers how to emphasise with autistic people. My friend being in her class, with cerebral palsy, didn't teach nondisabled kids how to treat her with dignity.

I can't speak for her. But for me, I was left to the sharks. They could taste my blood in the water, from prior years of being ostracised and bullied. And they went for the kill.

Even when my teacher told them I was autistic, in the hopes of getting them to understand. It just confirmed to them, that I wasn't just a suspected weirdo anymore. They thought I could pass my autism to them, by standing or sitting near them.

It was 2006. I was eleven, and mum confided to me later- she thought she'd come home from work one day and find me hanging.

Those were my worst experiences with school.

But my fourth primary school? I had the cooking class weekly, and could meet other disabled kids through it. There was a play at the end of the school year, run by J block, where we all got to practice and play parts. I could go hang out at J block for big lunch and little lunch. It was open to disabled kids and their friends every lunch, until after I graduated year 7.

(Where they stopped offering lunchtime play at J block, to 'encourage the kids to play with their peers more.' My little brother was still there. The kids in his class tried to drown him at school camp in year 7. He'd hang around the other disabled kids in corners of the yard, trying to avoid being picked on. Does this sound like success to you?)

My highschool? Didn't have a block you could go into for disabled kids at lunchtime. But there was a courtyard in front of the learning access staff room, where we would all sit. In grade 8 through 10, i rarely sat there. I'd take my lunch to the library stacks and read anytjing and everything, hiding away from everyone. (I couldn't stand to talk to people anymore. Figured if I studied social skills, I could be good enough.)

Anyone who wandered out *could* be picked on. Especially if they hadn't learnt how to hide their blood yet. I remember seeing a year 12 girl, who would walk out near the cafeteria. She read a lot of books. The other teens would tease her relentlessly, and she would scream and cry and pull her hair. She hadn't learnt it yet. That it doesn't make people care, to see you cry. It just makes them laugh harder. That doesn't make what they did to her okay. I was in year 8, and i rememver asking some of those teens, 4 years my senior, why they were doing this to her. They laughed me off, tried to make excuses.

... But people generally wouldn't mess with you if you were in that courtyard. Because the teachers were always around, and I guess it just registered as an unpopular place to sit.

And having seperate classes- outdoor rec and visual arts- helped me meet other disabled kids, helped me feel better after a day or two of being mainstreamed. Kinda like a release valve. I didn't have to worry so much. Especially in year 11 and 12- those years were HARD- I had 4 OP subjects. The kind queenslanders take to get into university. (Most students had 6 though, if they wanted an OP score. To go to uni straight after school, you needed a good OP score.)

Like, those 5 years of schooling? Were the best I'd ever had. They weren't perfect. I was NOT okay enough mentally to really take advantage of the relative ease of highschool. But they were good. And I'll take good.

I guess that's what I'm trying to get at. Those years, where I had the most support, the most help? The least forced interaction with nondisabled people? Were the best years. And in year twelve, I even tried talking more with my nondisabled classmates. I went on my first regular highschool camp in year twelve. (Previously, I'd only gone on learning access or outdoor rec camps.)

But- this is the bit that guts me- I bet my bottom dollar that, somewhere in some statistics on mainstreaming, I'm included as a 'success story'. A positive statistic. Used as proof that mainstreaming works.

I'm proof that it causes undue suffering, at least in my books.

But because I did 4 OP subjects. Because I graduated. Because I got a HA10 in Maths A. Because I got a job out of school for 15 hours a week. Because I went and got a cert III disability. Because a few years after, I got a full time job...

Compared to the kids I volunteered with at a special school, I'm a 'success story'. Compared to my peers who had full learning access classes, and live in supported accomidation now, I'm a 'success story'.

... Fuck that idea. Fuck mainstreaming. The damage done to me, I still have it. I can't believe people like I used to, before I started school. I don't make friends easily, or at all. It's a miracle I'm not part of a much more depressing statistic. Just another autistic life gone too soon.

Getting a job and 'living independently' is not the sum of a persons life. I would've preferred to attend a special school and have less 'prospects for a normal life'-

At least I would've had a life worth living then.

[theshadowsingersraven]

All of this. I'm going to take this opportunity as someone who sees the same thing about Azriel's true HEA to show him receiving love and being chosen in the open.

With my own writing. Because the exact love OP wants to see is what I write. I also want that for Azriel.

She laughed again at the little shades’ antics as they seemed to play hide-and-seek in her hair. The sound was light and free, bouncing off the flowers and enveloping them in warmth. Her fingers traced the edges of the shadow playfully wrapped around her wrist. "And they have good taste," she murmured, her voice softening.

Azriel frowned slightly, his eyes tracing her profile. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged, her eyes still on the shadow. "Well, they're with you, aren't they? I don’t know if familiars in Prythian are similar to the ones back home, but they don't just follow anyone around, you know? They have to like you, to trust you enough to choose to stay by your side. Are your shadows the same?"

His breath hitched, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words. Azriel watched her, his eyes tracing her features as she chatted lightly with the shadow. He couldn't look away from the gentle curve of her lips or how her eyes shone brightly under the faelight.

And then he realized something – he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to look away. He didn’t want to hide. Not from her.

With a slight nod, he replied, "Yes, I suppose they are similar to what you're describing. I…met them when I was a child. Several centuries ago now."

"And they're still here," she continued, her voice gentle yet resolute. "I think that says a lot about their taste."

He watched her for a moment longer before responding. "Does it?"

"Yes, it does," she confirmed, her gaze never leaving his. "I think it says they know someone good when they see them. Someone they can have faith in."

Azriel felt a warmth spread through him, starting from the core of his being and reaching to the tips of his fingers. The same warmth he allowed his misery to smother a mere twenty minutes ago. But the force of it was staggering now. A firestorm, melting away layers and layers of ice.

"Thank you, Solara," he murmured, giving her a small smile. "I think they know the same about you."

And then later in the same chapter:

His hand, still resting on her bicep, gave a reassuring squeeze. She leaned into the touch, her smile broadening. "I look forward to meeting her," he added. "She sounds extraordinary."

"She really is. That... that would be nice. If she could come here. Maybe I could even convince her to bring some of those flesh-eating plants."

Azriel threw his head back, his laughter echoing through the garden and startling a nearby bird into flight. "I'll have to be sure to wear proper shoes then. I imagine the necessity of adequate protection against those ankle-biters you're so fond of."

"They do tend to go for the toes first. Wise thinking, Azriel," Solara teased, her laughter joining his.

The sound of their shared mirth seemed to fill the garden, starkly contrasting the quiet melancholy of his time alone with Rhysand earlier. For a moment, Azriel felt like he could breathe again. The hurt was still there, an echoing emptiness, but it was softened, tucked away.

And again later...

"Yes, we should preserve her tales of wonder and adventure as much as possible. I’m told the plants of Exandria are truly riveting,” Azriel said, cutting into the chicken breast on his plate. Solara choked with laughter next to him, trying not to spit wine everywhere. He looked away from her, knowing he’d burst out laughing the moment he saw her face. Instead, he found himself staring at the pile of buttery brussel sprouts on his plate, his shoulders shaking at his silent, controlled chuckles. 

Then in the next chapter:

“Lucien,” Solara exclaimed in surprise, erupting into laughter. “Slow down! We’re not leaving Az behind.” Her hand latched onto Azriel’s wrist. “I owe him the chatting with gods stories, too.” “Tea for three, then!” Lucien said after a slightly awkward pause. Solara looked back over her shoulder at Azriel, who’d silently allowed himself to be dragged along with her. Their eyes met, and the warmth she found in his gaze almost made her stumble. “And perhaps four, depending on when Feyre finishes turning Rhyand into a new rug.” 

That's the type of love Azriel deserves--joyful, carefree, thoughtful, and accepting all of him, shadows included. Not something that worsens his current negative self-image.

E/riel month is upon us. Prompt 2 is Clandestine Meetings

This makes me so sad for both characters, but especially Az.

Azriel lived his childhood in darkness, hidden away by his own family. Made to feel wrong.

Why would we want this character to also have a love that is hidden in corners and alcoves and shadows? Hidden from the people he loves most and who have been there for him centuries before Elain came along? Who have loved him for centuries before she came along?

Why, for a male who’s struggled with feeling insufficient, inadequate and wrong, would we want him to have this layer of wrongness covering his romantic relationship for the rest of his very long Fae life?

Do you know what I want to read?

- Azriel finding his mate after 500 years of waiting and hoping and believing

- His mate accepting the bond out of love and choice

- A mate pushing back on Az whenever he’s arrogant or overly confident, and they’re actually capable of pushing back on him

- Azriel letting all of his icy rage and buried emotions show before his mate, and his mate rising to the challenge and meeting him where he is

- I want to read about Az showing himself fully to his mate, ALL OF HIM

- His mate loving ALL OF HIM, wanting all of him, choosing all of him and not just the “acceptable” parts he’s shown Elain

- Azriel pulling his mate in for a kiss or embrace in front of his chosen family

- Azriel smiling and laughing freely with his mate in front of his chosen family

- Dancing with his mate at the Solstice celebration or Starfall

- Pulling his mate onto his lap at family dinner in front of everyone just because he can, because she is his, no messy drama attached

I want freedom for him in his love life. Unfiltered, uncensored, wholly and fully known, wholly and fully chosen. That’s his HEA.

I could go on and on and on, but I can’t stress this enough: Azriel is the type of character that needs to be loved and chosen in the open.

[depressed-teacup-inc]

Wow these episodes are releasing fast

Yes hi determination released I know I’m late but I’m here now, let’s talk about this show.

First and foremost, I would like to congratulate all the love square shippers for finally having the love square reverse! Like, I’m not the biggest fan, and as I’ve said before in my reviews of the recent season 5 episodes, this relationship has been so many shades of messed up for me that I’m past the point of ever rooting for them and them getting together just leaves a sour taste in my mouth as it ignores all the messed-up-ness of this dynamic

Alsoooo because I’m a pessimist, I will point out that I’m worried this thing won’t last? Like no offense this show is known to be episodic and inconsistent as hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if the show just put this thing in one episode and will kinda ignore it? Or quickly turn back to the status quo of things

That’s my pessimist ass talking tho✨

Speaking of, an I the only one that feels like this season is not even the original show anymore? Like, up until now, despite miraculous being absurd as hell, it always felt like a part of the original show, but season 5, with a combination of the love square fixing immediately (despite the last four seasons of unresolved fucked up shit) and the rings still breaking every miraculous rule, this honestly feels like cursed fanfic at this point!

Also this might be me being petty as fuck, but the amounts of times the show makes the “bad people” of the show rightfully say how Marinette fucked up in season 4 to have all the good guys of the show tell her she’s fine and what she did was totally not fucked up is giving how people will only criticize marinette for being obsessed with Adrien during Lila episodes (aka if the bad guys are encouraging the good things, then the good things must automatically be bad too, and anyone who thinks otherwise is also bad)

Like hell even adrien’s no longer feels like a character! I liked seeing him doubt ladybug and have ideas of his own in previous seasons, but nowadays it feels like his one person is to be the love interest! Like even his entire modeling struggling with his father has been “solved” so Adrien feels like he has been fully downgraded to love interest.

But I’m getting off track, this is an episode analysis

Reverse love square neat but sus, marinette tries to lie to Adrien to not deal with her problems and force him with Kagami (why is she better then Lila again?) the wax museum WAS ROMANTICIZED (the show really fucking went “no no kids, he was uncomfortable at the prospect of marinette sniffing him and trying to kiss his statue, he was into that and just didn’t understand it yet” INTO WHAT??? NO CONSENT???) and should not have been mentioned again, the day is saved over a fucking technicality (yeah like we didn’t need the Ladybug miraculous to be more OP, now while it’s technically a magical power it’s also not and therefore even if you’re invulnerable to magic she wins) and…

LUKA I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!

The two characters that were either done dirty enough or had no character which I believed would not fucking force things… FORCED THINGS??? I hate everything

(Also real quick, my theory is because Marinette’s still ogling Adrien for hours, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m a few episodes she’s like “No I have the right to live Adrien” and go back to stalking him but this time it’s fine because ADrIen’s InTO IT)

But yeah that’s my review, the akuma this episode looked like a candle and entire episode made me cringe from embarrassment more than anything

Also someone edit Adrien’s line to “I don’t know why but I want to be in Marinette’s place” for the gays to have scraps

[hangezoeenthusiast]

You failed me

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 2,524

warnings: cursing, yelling, arguing, death, angst, blood, explosion, the egg (it deserves its own warning)

synopis: you guys failed me(us)

(the lyrics go with each person, might not get everyone, and also xd’s part is kinda wonky)

song: rät by penelope scott

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God They make technology, high quality, complex physiological Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good They taught me everything, just like a daddy should

Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap left you. Your mentors, your friends. The ones who taught you everything you knew. They went to build their little “Kinoko Kingdom” while you stayed in the ruins, the dust. “They’ll regret that.” you swore. You built something better, something greater.

It was called “Las Nevadas”. A place where everyone was allowed. They would remember not to fuck with you. They would soon realize that they should watch their back for the rest of their short, stupid lives.

“Watch out, you guys, I'm watching your every move.”

And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and success God damn, I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels, and your tech I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you And the real tragеdy is half of it was true

Wilbur majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be with you to the end, your guys’ country, right? No. He left you behind. He went to find peace, find his heaven, while you stayed on earth, wallowing away until your flesh seeped off your rattling bones, rotting away by yourself, with no one to bare witness.

“Why didn’t you bring me with you Wilbur?” you asked his stupid grave on top of the once L’Manburg. “Why did you get the ecstasy, why do I get the remains?”

“I’m coming for you Wilbur, and when I do, we are going to wreck upon justice on everyone who wronged us, wronged you, they will feel our wrath.”

But we've been fuckin' mеan, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I trusted you, it tastes like Thomas Malthus Your proposal is immodest and insane And I hope someday Selmers rides her fuckin' train

"Y/n!" Technoblade yelled. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED ME, FOR WHAT, TO BLOW UP A STUPID COUNTRY, A COUNTRY THAT WAS DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE START." He started to battle you, missing every single swing, blinded by fury.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE.”

"LOOK AT ME GODDAMN IT."

You looked up at him in the eyes and boldly said, "No, Techno, don’t you see, you’re in the wrong here, you’re the one who betrayed me." You were blinded by friendship, you couldn’t see that Tommy had betrayed Techno, and that what the Butcher Army did to Techno was terrible.

"What do you mean Y/n, you know what they did, they wronged me, they used me, they tortured me, they gave me hell, so I gave it back to them, I destroyed the things they loved, the people they loved, you see Y/n, those who have treated me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold, and those who treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over, do you understand?"

"No I don't, Techno, you can't do this.” you begged. He pushed you out of the way, "Get out of my way Y/n." “No, I won’t, I won’t let you destroy everything we worked for.”

“Well, then I have to fight you.”

And thus the battle began, Swords clashing against each other, blood spilling from open wounds, friends digging each other into a whole both of them couldn’t get out of. Techno was letting you off easy, he knew his strength, he knew that he could’ve beaten you in one swipe, but he didn’t want to kill you.

So when you had the opportunity, you swept from under his feet, and knocked him down. You placed your blade onto his neck, pressing down until a little drop of blood appeared, “Stay down Technoblade, or I’ll do something worse than try to put you on trial.”

He watched as you walked away from him, trying to save L’Manberg from a worst fate than death itself.

“One day Y/n, you’ll see, I’m on your side.”

I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I feel so stupid, and so used I feel so used

"Why would you do that Dream? You didn't have to do that." you interrogated. Dream had stupidly blew up the community house. You both didn't plan that, he had gone behind your back. "I had to Y/n, you wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand, you went against my back, we were supposed to-" you cut off yourself, "Dream, don't you understand, you did something stupid, and what did you get, you got stupid jail." "The reason I did that is because I needed to isolate myself from humanity." he said, proudness lacing his words.

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "If anyone knows I can revive people, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to be by myself, yeah it sucks major ass, but at least no one else will know, well, besides you anyways." "I have a task for you Y/n/n, I need you to find a way to bring Tommy and Ghostbur in here."

"Why Dream?"

"I'm going to revive Wilbur."

I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are

"PHILZA MINECRAFT COME BACK HERE." you were chasing Phil, through the woody forest, covered by oak trees. He had information on Technoblade's whereabouts and you needed it. You chased him with your enchanted netherite armor, netherite sword and axe, and a few op potions. Your goal was to capture Philza and interrogate him on where Techno's place was. The thing was, you were his child. His own child trying to kill his own son.

He felt betrayed, his own child turned against him and their brother, their family. "The Butcher Army must've gotten to you somehow." he thought in his head. Surely, his darling Y/n didn't do it on their own will, right?

He was incorrect, you did it because you believed that Techno needed to be brought to justice, by punishment. You believed that your own sibling needed to die, because he was a "liability" to L'Manberg's growth and future. He needed to die because as long as he would live his long life with his little enderman Edward, retired, he would still cause trouble to everything you, Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo had built.

He pleaded, "Stop Y/n, you don't have to do this." You argued, "I do Philza, as long as he lives, my plans for L'Manberg will forever cease to exist."

He felt like shit, you called him Philza, not Dadza, or Dad, or anything besides his normal name. "Did I screw something up?" he asked himself quietly under his breath. "Yes you did Phil, you took the traitor's side." you had heard Phil mumble.

"HE'S NOT A TRAITOR." Phil yelled at you. "Yes he is, he deserves what he is about to get, I will say it again, where is his base?"

"I'm not saying, Y/n, why are you doing this, Techno is your own sibling." "He's not my sibling anymore, that stopped when he destroyed L'Manberg, you're lucky I forgived you." you declared.

"Y/n/n, please don't do this."

"I have to Dadza, I can't let him roam free."

When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone I thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land For us to colonize, for us to turn to sand

Bad had tried to convice you to join the Eggpire. You had no effect while being next to the egg, and he had to take you out. People who had no effect towards the egg had to be eliminated.

He was creepily following you, waiting until you stopped to get a chance to capture you. He had hope that you did have an effect, that you would join the Egg with him. He didn't want to kill you, you were his best friend, besides Skeppy of course.

"Come back here Y/n." he said. "No chance in hell Bad, get the fuck away from me." "HEY, LANGUAGE!" he exclaimed. "No language, get away from me, you're creeping me out."

He threw his trident, spinning in the air, trying to catch up to your frantic steps. You were trying to get to Church Prime, where no one could kill anyone, hopefully Bad would abide to that rule. You were just about to step on Church Prime when you bumped into a hard, armored chest.

You looked up shyly, and saw Punz, with his red eyes reflecting anger. "Where are you going Y/n?" he questioned. "Somewhere." you blankly stated. You were desperate, you didn't want to die, or anything else that Bad was going to do to you. You tried to dodge Punz, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Stay right here Y/n."

"No, get away from me, I don't know what's wrong with all of you, but go away, I don't want anything to do with your stupid Eggpire." He raged, and grabbed your wrist heavily, "DON'T TALK ABOUT THE EGG LIKE THAT, IT WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE SERVER, AND YOU ALL WILL BE ITS SERVANTS." "LET ME THE FUCK GO PUNZ." you screamed. You were wiggling in his grip, trying to escape his lunatic self.

While he was holding you, you saw two other shadows behind you. It was Antfrost and Bad. "What do you guys want from me, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You are against the Egg Y/n, people who are like you and Tommy have to die."

"Well, I'm not dying today." you murmured under your breath. "What was that you said?" Antfrost asked you.

You smirked, "I'm not dying today, I'll tell you one more time, let go of me."

Bad and Antfrost walked closer to you, Punz right behind you, all of them cornering you into a tight spot. "What you going to do about it Y/n, you're cornered."

"You'll know when they get here, but for now, you better run boys."

'Cause we're so fuckin' mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church And this bullshit West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie? And then I realized that you're just as naïve as I am Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry

"Tubbo, don't do this." Schlatt had unfortunately found out that you were a spy, that you were on Pogtopia's side. He had ordered Tubbo to kill you with fireworks, to light you on fire, give you blisters all over your body. "Please Tubbs, you're my friend." you pleaded.

"I can't Y/n/n, or something worse will happen." he whispered to you. "What do you mean?" you asked. "He can-" he trailed off, looking somewhere else besides your eyes. "Tubbo, you don't have to do what that stupid bastard tells you to do, you're your own person, with your own thoughts and actions."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I hope you can forgive me."

"TUBBO N-" you was cut off by firewords hitting your skin, making blisters and burn marks all over your body. You lost your second canon life, feeling betrayed by Tubbo. He killed you for what, a stupid father who never cared about him in his entire life, a father who exiled his friends that actually treated him like a person, and not like some random piece of trash.

You respawned in your bed, feeling bruises and bumps mostly on your forearms and your back.

"I'll help you Tubbo, I’ll get rid of him.”

You dumb bitch I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused

“Come on Y/n/n, come with me.” Punz begged of you. He wanted you to visit the Egg. You didn’t want to be controlled by a stupid omelette. "I'm not Punzo, why are you so obsessed with that stupid thing."

"DON'T SPEAK OF THE EGG LIKE THAT."

You put your hands in front of you, accidentally touching Punz's chest, "Ok calm down buddy." He didn't calm down and instead yelled at you on why you had to join the Eggpire.

"If you join, you will be forever happy."

"If you join you'll get whatever you want."

You were tired of the members of the Eggpire to convince you to join them, you didn't like eggs anyway. "Punz, for the last time, I'm not joining you, stop telling me."

“Then you have to die.”

So fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets, fuck your cars again You promised you'd be Tesla, but you're just another Edison 'Cause Tesla broke a patent, all you ever broke were hearts I can't believe you tore humanity apart

“XD!” You were pissed at him, he had destroyed your house, made your friends pissed at you, just everything you liked. All because he wanted you for himself.

He wanted you to be dependent on his every word, and he was being a manipulative psychopath. And you didn’t tolerate that, it was like he was his human counterpart, Dream.

He walked to you with confidence, waiting for to get a hug from you, well, he didn’t get that. You slapped him so hard his head swung to the left.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“That’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch. You fucking ruined everything.” “Calm down Y/n/n, what is wrong?” He acted concerned, but you knew that he was faking. He would do anything to get someone’s approval.

“DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG, IT’S YOU, YOUR STUPID PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. YOU KEEP ON WALKING AROUND LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN THE PLACE.”

“Calm down darling, just take some netheri-” you interrupted him by slapping the ore out of his hands. “I don’t need jack shit from you XD, you know what, take back the necklace, I don’t want it.” You pulled the shiny, green emerald necklace off your neck, and pulled XD’s palm out.

You placed the necklace filled with memories, and put it on his hand. You closed up his palm, and walked away, leaving XD to his own accord.

“We could’ve had evertything X.”

[marierg]

Zwei (@daimyosprincess) once more you have gifted us these fine Tem gifs and now I must Thot! I am so sorry this took so long! so many plates being juggled at once, just I'm sorry! Thank you for being patient and I hope this is adequate. Yeah this screams undercover partners to lovers.

WARNING: Language!, arguing, scared then comfort, kissing, fingering, P in V, All the Smuts Below (Chillin's be gone)

"What the hell were you thinking," Axel growled as he pulled you into the elevator. "You could have got killed, as it is we might have to scrub the whole op!"

"It worked! I got close enough to plant the tracker and if I had blown it we would be dead by now." You steamed angrily back at him. God Axel could be such an overprotective ass. Almost a year undercover and it was like he didn't trust you to take care of yourself. "What is it with you Ax? What are you jealous of the men I flirt with or is it that you really think I'm the dumb little bimbo all of them take me for?"

Axel ran his hand angrily through his hair, "Yeah sweetheart I'm all in a twist over your sweet ass. Not like I have anything better to do or places I'd rather be. But hey if you wanna get your head blown off go right the fuck ahead."

"Ax stop, just... stop. I'm sorry ok, I know you just want me safe." You could kick yourself for pushing his buttons, except he usually pushed yours right back. Always this back and forth, you don't know why. The two of you actually got along fairly well when you weren't bickering about how to do what or scolding the other for things like this. You made a good team.

Not to mention the small crush you'd had since the minute the resistance had teamed you with him. Axel wasn't like the pretty boys or the way to young recruits. Ax told it like it was and did what had to be done, and you respected the hell out of him for that. He never treated you like a fool, just maybe a little like spun glass.

"Just wish you'd put that smart little head to better use," He sighed taking your hand, absently stroking his thumb over your fingers. Axle raised his eyes to meet yours. He always thought them soft in such a cruel world, even if they could tempt a man with just a wink.

"So you do think I'm smart," you gave him a puckish smirk.

"Yeah, but all the smarts in the world won't save you if those Fed bastards catch you." Axel swallowed thickly, remembering some very dear friends whom had made that mistake.

"They won't get me Ax. I'll do better, promise." Hell you'd promise him two tickets to Paris so long as he smiled again. Reaching a hand out to his bicep you gave it a gentle squeeze, tone teasing, "Never answered my other question."

Axel let his gaze rove over you, remembering the next to nothing that hid under that robe. Remembered the way your tits swayed as you danced around the stage. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't blown off steam to the though of those plush cheeks jiggling as he sank his cock into you. Or how your voice would go husky from moaning his name. What he wouldn't give...

It was more than that though, you made him smile. In a world where the Feds had outlawed anything good, killed anyone who dared put color back into their black and white world, you stood out tall in technicolor. He shouldn't rise to your teasing, but damn you for making him bend to your touch. "Yeah sweetheart, maybe I was. Maybe I do get a little jealous cause I want you all to myself."

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the months of longing and maybe it was just the magnetism that you couldn't fight any longer. Sliding your palm up his chest to cradle the back of his head you pulled him into the warmth of your lips. Rough and strong, you could taste the hint of whiskey that he favored and something that was just Axel. It had you desperate, aching for him to finally touch you. Sucking his bottom lip as you pulled away waiting to see if he would dance to this tune.

"Fuck it!" Axel grabbed onto your hip, crowding you into the elevator wall as his lips crashed to meet yours again. Passing his tongue along the seam of your lips, delving to tangle with yours. You even tasted like sunshine. His thigh was pressed between yours and dam if you didn't start to grind against him. A growl rumbled in his throat as the hand in his hair lightly gripped while your supple body pressed into his. "Sweetheart don't go teasing me like this... so cruel."

You pulled away from him, unable to tell if he was joking or not. The way his mouth chased after yours, that glint in his eyes. No he wasn't joking, he was lonely. He was hungry. Too long you two had been starving and he looked ready to eat you alive. "Axel... let me be your woman, just for tonight."

"Not good enough," Crouching down he lifted and pinned you between his hard body and the elevator. His mouth descended on yours with fury. Axel wasn't kissing you, no he was devouring you. Fucking his tongue into your mouth, needing to stop your own wagging one. Oh and you liked that, liked as he became rough with you. He could think of far better things than talking to put your mouth to work at. Grinding his hips against yours Axel nipped and tasted along your jaw, smiling at the little high pitched whines that tumbled loose. "One nights not enough..."

As the lift finally came to the floor you were staying at Axel threw you on his shoulder. Massaging and scratching up and down his back as he fumbled for the keys, venturing below his belt to get a handful of his muscled cheeks. God the man had an ass to rival marble and damn if you hadn't stared a few times at it, art like that needed to be admired. Trying to reach around to the front, your arms were just too short. As the door opens you feel a sharp smack to your ass.

"None of that. You'll get your chance, but only if you're a good little soldier." Axel tossed you to the bed, and began to strip out of his clothes. "Now show me that sweet little honey pot while you play with those tits."

Axel watched your legs part even as his hand came down to finally touch you. He shuddered at how wet you were, how sensitive you were to his fingers as they ran through your folds. Batting away one of your hands he finally got a taste of your breasts. Taking a nipple between his teeth, running his tongue to flick at the bud before suckling on it. You cried his name as he sank two of his fingers into that sweet slick. "Maybe that's what you need, huh? Clear that pretty little head so you can think clearly again."

"Axel!" Your hips desperately trying to keep pace as he fucked his fingers into you. You were always on edge around him, wound too tight and ready to spring. "Oh go-..."

"No no no, not yet. You don't cum yet." His cock was aching, begging to sink into you. He knew that he was gripping you too hard, that there were bound to be bruises in the morning. Grinding against you, running his length through your sopping folds, he couldn't help the filthy things that fell out. How he was going to wreck you, mark you up, show the Feds who you belonged to. Oh but the look on your face as he finally sank home into your sweet clench, he could almost die happy. "All mine... say it."

"Ax-el....Hmm...ah.." Your brain had left 0.5 seconds after his fingers had started playing you like Mozart. His thrusts weren't fast, but they were percussive. hitting hard and deep into your guts and if you had dared to look away from his eyes you were certain there would be a bulge. Axel was thick, filling you so deliciously. Still his lips demanded even as they devoured your neck biting just this side of pain to get your attention. "YOURS! yours I'm ..."

"Damn right you are." Pulling you legs together to rest on one shoulder Axel finally let go his control. The wet slap of skin as he fucked into faster than before driving him further into his craze. He could feel you squeezing around him ready to detonate. his fingers found your clit, making hard circles. "Come on my cock, go on take it all."

You came hard, screaming and arching off the bed. Axel kept up the unrelenting beat, each thrust punctuating his mumbled praise. Who knew the man could actually talk that much, not that you were complaining. He called you his sunshine, his sweetheart, that you took his cock so well, that he was going to take such good care of you. Until at last his hips stuttered and he stilled, your legs falling to the sides to cradle him.

Axel collapsed into your waiting arms, nuzzling into your neck. shifting to keep most of his weight off. You both stayed wrapped in each other, happy to feel alive. stroking at his head and pack you kissed anywhere on his face you could reach until his eyes met yours again. Biting your lower lip teasingly you giggled, "If this is what happens when you're jealous I may have to tease you more often."

Axel groaned, rolling you both to our sides then giving your ass a resounding smack. "Don't you even think about it..."

Honestly I'm wondering if I should do a couple one shots or not? Lemme know what ya think.

TEMUERA MORRISON as Axel Hood in Barb Wire — 2/?

[ivyruins]

hello again ivy!

it would be totally rad if you have your thoughts on xyx’s relationship with music. favourite artists and bands, genres, whether he would play an instrument, all the good stuff.

also how he’d react to a s/o that plays piano? it’s my one flex and i like to think he’d like it 🙉 dksjsbkabak

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HELLO BELOVED 🦎 ANON I'M GLAD YOU ASKED!!!

okok so this is hard because not everyone has the same music taste BUTTTT robo did say that they want people to interpret the characters in their own way, so this is my take on xyx's relationship w music!!! ((++ if anyone else has any other opinion/wanna add something feel free to tell me your thoughts!!))

first off I read this in the car omw home n the first think I thought of was Arctic Monkeys. IMAGINE HIM PLAYING THAT WHILE YOU RIDE ON HIS BIKE (safely). I wanna be yours or do I wanna know playing as you hug his waist, resting your cheek against his back, the cool air contradicting the warmth coming from xyx. xyx- focused on the road for once, not wanting to end you both up in hospital. your goofy, troll boy xyx who was always teasing you, looking straight to the road, face dignified. serious. LIKE. MMMMM GO XYX

this next one I can see both nightowl and xyx like . but consider: lemon demon. I feel like xyx would have touch tone telephone in the background while he trolls the server or something. and maybe play two trucks on call for the lols.

I feel like he'd like alternative indie, but then again it probably depends on what his mood was or what he was using the song for (if it was plain listening or as a background for something)!

he probably doesn't have a favorite artist, just listens to whatever was on his playlist and what you'd reccomend him (hc that xyx would dedicate songs to you so when he hears them he'd think of you :])

XYX WOULD LOVE AN S/O WHO PLAYS PIANO!!! according to robo he plays guitar/uke (I think omg why can I Not Find The Post D:) , so imagine playing with him for fun one night together, beloved cat on the piano listening to the tunes you two make. you're not even following anything, just playing randomly as he tries to strum to it.

xyx would ask you to play it sometimes >:)) he probably wouldnt ask you directly to play it but do something silly like make a bet you'd obviously lose and say if you lose you'd have to play something for him (spoiler: you lose). xyx loves seeing you play passionately he'd just stand there smiling, listening and go fuck I'm so in love.

AAAAND I'm gonna add the others music taste as well >:)) I know you asked for xyx but I hope it's ok!!

like I said, I think nightowl listens to lemon demon. he is an Indie Kid™. beach bunny, the strokes, wallows, cavetown n alec benjamin!! songs like alien blues and looking out for you. I think he fits those vibes. very bright and cheery, but also has some meaning. (also hc that he listens to kpop and/or anime ops/vocaloid occasionallyasionlly)

quest probably likes old music, ones that reminds him of the times before his life had changed forever. I am quite unfamiliar with this type of music, so any quest enjoyer out there feel free to tell me your ideas !!

controversial, but I think toasty would enjoy music from games! chiptune like toby fox, or music from lena raine (basically the ones that provide good bgm with no lyrics). but I'd like to think he secretly listens to jack stauber. or bo burnham (I see xyx and owl as bo burnham enjoyer as well, they probably watched his movie together)!!

[sanjithesimp]

Hello my love <3 can please for the Valentine's Event can I have prompt “I want you to see the way you look when I fuck you” for Sabo please with a female reader? Thank you bb :)

A/n: Eeveeeee!! Ahh thank you again for requesting, it was a bit hard because I haven’t watched all OP anime, but after a bit of research and reading a few other fics, I think I know enough to write your request <3 Hope you enjoy it!!

Valentine’s day event

Sabo x fem reader (N/SFW)

Sabo and you had had the best day celebrating Valentine’s day. He had been planning this for months, mostly because he wanted to surprise you as you were always the one who planned and organized your anniversaries or valentine’s day celebrations for you two.

And Sabo was a really romantic man, he never let anyone else see that part of him but he really was a softie.

“Are you ready to go home?” He asked as you walked together on the beach, after watching the sunset together while sipping some champagne and eating strawberries.

“Yes, yes I am, it was a lovely day, thank you baby” You said and planted a kiss on Sabo’s cheek.

“You’re welcome babe, I also enjoyed it a lot” he smiled, his dimples making him look cute.

“I love you too” You placed your arms around his arm and pulled him closer to you.

You walked back to your car to go home, it was a long day and you were ready to go back and head straight to bed. And maybe the next day you would treat Sabo to some morning sex, to thank him for the amazing day you had.

Sabo was driving while you rested your head on the window, savoring the events of the day, the places where you went, the delicious food, the sunset, everything.

Your music was playing while you looked out the window, seeing the people walk, party, and just living. It was all a spectacle.

Suddenly you felt Sabo’s hand on your thigh.

“You look beautiful tonight” Sabo said as he scanned your body, making you blush. He kept his hand on your thigh and continued driving.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol talking but you suddenly realized how hot he looked driving, his hands on the wheel, the way he looked so concentrated, something about it all turned you on.

“I know” You said cockily biting your lip, he bit the tip of one of his gloves to take it off. Then his hand started traveling over your thigh until it got under your dress, making you squirm as he was getting closer to your cunt. He started caressing your pussy under the fabric of your panties, moving them slowly and steadily, a moan escaped your mouth.

“Oh yes, keep doing that” You say under your breath as he continues moving his fingers in and out of you. Not caring about the people in the cars close to you watching as you squirm and arch your back in reaction of the sweet touch of your boyfriend.

He removes his hand from under your dress and you watch as he takes his hand to his mouth, licking off your juices from his fingers.

“Hmmm, you taste incredibly good babe” He says and you whimper at his words. You looked at him, he couldn’t contain himself much more, you both couldn’t hold much longer. You saw his dick was already hard. You thought about how good would it feel inside you. This made you bite your lip so hard almost making it bleed.

Only two more minutes and you would finally arrive home. All the tiredness that you felt before, was replaced with horniness and felt like you could stay up all night fucking Sabo.

When Sabo parked you both left the car and within seconds you were home.After closing the door behind you, Sabo started ripping off your clothes, as well as you did with his.

He pulled you closer to him as soon as you both were naked and started kissing you, along with his teeth he started leaving marks on your neck and collarbone, you tangled your arms around his neck pulling him closer. You felt his chest on yours, feeling his heart beating faster.

His hands ran all the way down to your ass, and you immediately lifted your legs and tangled them around his waist, and carried you all the way to the room. And gently places you on the bed, you spread your legs, revealing your wet cunt to him.

“You are so wet for me, i like it” He says in a low voice as he massaged your thighs, putting a little pressure on them. He moved one of his hands up and down you thigh, every time getting closer to your cunt. Wanting for him to rub his fingers over your clit.

“I have a better idea” Sabo said suddenly, taking your hand to get you up and off the bed, and stand in front of the big mirror you had in your room. “I want you to see the way you look when I fuck you” He whispered in your ear as he stood behind you pressing his hard dick against you, feeling twitch at the contact with your skin, begging to be inside you while it dripped with precum. Sabo pumped his dick a few times before finally getting inside you, slowly as your walls streched, adjusting to him until he bottomed out making you both hissed from pleasure.

His hand traveled all the way to your cunt, his fingers rubbing on your swollen clit, while his other hand grabbed your breasts. You looked at yourself in the mirror, the sight of it was incredibly erotic, you felt as if you were other person.

Sabo started moving in and out of you, taking you to another dimension. The combination of all of it was making you say his name like a prayer. While he groaned of how tight you were around his throbbing cock.

“Yes, yes...like that” You said as he continued moving his fingers in circles around your clit. Getting you close to your orgasm. One of his hands now holding your hip for grip, you knew there would be a bruise in it tomorrow, but you couldn’t care less, you were enjoying as Sabo fucked you senseless.

“You look beautiful when you moan for me, Y/n” Sabo said as he continued fucking you, and that it for you, as you reached your orgasm your legs were shaking, and after a few thrusts Sabo had also reached his peak, moaning your name as he came inside you, filling you with his seed.

As your legs where shaking, Sabo carried you back to the bed and then ploped right next to you, recovering from what had happened a few minutes ago.

“Happy Valentine’s day ,babe” He said looking at you with a big smile.

“Happy Valentine’s day to you too, baby” You said and kissed him.