#cuz we only have ac in one room

[kirby-the-gorb]

[plumipal]

The Tattoo (part three)

After scarabias overblot, and seeing what Ace and Deuce were willing to do for you, you were so touched that you decided to get them tattooed on your body as a small heart and a spade. After that chaos ensues-

If you wanna read the whole prolouge, then it's here

Oh poor Idia, where do we even start for him?... poor guy is absolutely shattered as soon as he saw those two tattoos on you through the cameras. He felt his entire reason to live just shatter. He feels his entire world collapsing in on itself. He completely just, breaks down, sobbing to himself on the floor trying to rationalise how the tattoos were not real, to try to keep his sanity in tact.

The days after that disastrous breakdown, he has been stuck in bed, too depressed to frankly do anything but to sulk. He had not eaten, not drank enough, and his personal hygiene is downright awful.

Once Ortho has convinced him to get up because crowley demanded him to actually attend his classes or it's byebye NRC for Idia, his pity for himself has turned into rage. Whenever he sees the dumb duo he can't help but to want to do anything against them, he sure would LOVE to doxx them...

But after some reconciderence from Ortho (statistics show he would be one of the top suspects for it and therefore make the prefect hate him even more (he believes)) he instead chose to take care of himself, putting actual effort in how he looks as to win you over with that. He sure hope it works, please...

Don't think ortho is just hyping up his brother, cuz he is sure helping on the sidelines. Digging up info the students don't want anyone to know abour sure is easy when you have unlimited internet access (and some illegal ways to obtain the info)

That's the easy way of getting students away from you, but getting you trapped up with them is almost just as easy. He starts calling you his siblings as well, subtly telling you how you and idia would be the greatest siblings ever to him, even backing up and glorifying hos brother in your eyes, anything it takes to get you to chose idia.... you will all be a happy family....

Sebek, for once in his life, is stunned to silence. He cant quite grapple the thoughts and feelings swirling within him is making him feel quite sick, making him quiet for the rest of the day..

Once classes has ended, he bolts over to his dorm only to dramatically lock himself in his dorm room and let out the worst crying session ever. He is sobbing,

The whole ordeal and emotions results in him having the need to constantly watch over you, as a way to show that he too can protect you, he can be there for you, just like ace and Deuce, but better! Please, he needed you, he needs you to need him too, please...

Silver don't quite know what to think about this. He cant blame you, the heroic stunts of your friends sure are nice, but why with something so permanent? He could do what they did and so much more for you, give him an opportunity and he will show you.

After "the talk" the four of them had, he has had a hard time sleeping for the first time in his life. He feels exhausted yet can't close his eyes, pictures of you happily being with ace and Deuce clouding his poor exhausted brain. He will take this on the only way he knows, a duel for your love and your hand.

You're not dumb either, you see how tired he had been and the lack of sleep he has been getting, and feeling bad for him you let him sleep on tou if that would help him. He takes this opportunity and sure is greedy with it, wanting more and more sleep time with you. It's one way to claim you, and at the moment it's enough for him, but don't think he won't demand more in the soon future..

Lilia feels heartbroken. First that the prefect, his beloved, has shown this love that he would love to have for someone else (especially two people), it breaks his heart. What breaks his heart even more is how he needs to go against his own sons for his beloved too. But he will do whatever it takes to secure you for himself.

When he meets you after hearing about the tattoo, he tries act as normal as possible, not wanting to scare you away with his desperation. Despite that though, he will also try to advance, because he is NOT losing to all these youngsters, he's old enough to know exactly how to treat someone right. Let him treat your right, please, he begs of you....

Malleus feels like there's a storm inside him, getting worse by every second he thinks about that forsaken tattoo you have. He activately tries to think less about it, not wanting the whole school to be stuck in a storm for weeks, especially when you're situated in that poor awful old and decrepid building. He will try to smite ace and Deuce if he has the choise to though-

After the anger dies down, that's when the sadness flows in. The fact that he was not your favorite, that he was not worth his own tattoo, frankly brings him to tears. He has never been denied something in his life, especially something that he wants so badly. It's a foreign feeling, and a horrible one at that.

He is an attention hungry dragon, give him what he wants and he will give you the world without question. Just, please, give him the love and affection he both crave and deserves...

Chat, im tired. Let me sleep- FINALLY THIS SERIES IS FINISHED! or so I thought- o will focus on other comics/ideas before I come back for the endings tho, because I kinda wanna do other stuff and not just the tattoo shenanigans yknow :) one again huge thanks to @artdolliewishes for lots of support and help lmao

I hope yall enjoyed this shitshow of a series atleast, was lots of fun to create after all

[froggiewrites]

HAII, I rlly love your writing style and the way you portray the characters! I was wondering if u could do an Ace x shy (ish) reader except the reader is an extrovert but completely loses all social skills when it comes to Ace and practically avoids him lol (cuz he’s so fineeee oml like how can u talk normally to a fine man like him?) I’m sorry Ik it’s a bit specific but I’ve had this scenario in mind for a while and I was wondering if u could write abt it please 😓😓

This was such a cute request, I had fun with this one 😊 I hope you enjoy it!

Tongue Tied

Pairing: Ace x Reader

SFW

Summary: You've decided you're done embarrassing yourself in front of your Commander, but your attempt to avoid him doesn't work out how you'd hoped. Warnings: Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Ace and Reader both being idiots Word Count: 1.7k

If you make a fool of yourself in front of him again, you might throw yourself off of the ship.

There’s only so many stumbles, so many stuttered words, so many awkward laughs that you can handle. Every time you speak to Ace, you somehow manage to embarrass yourself. You’re done with it. If you can’t get your act together, can’t impress and enchant him how you want to, then it’s better not to speak to him at all.

And so here you are, curled up in a corner of the kitchen, praying to any god that might listen that your Commander doesn’t come looking for a snack.

“You alright down there?” Thatch’s voice is kind, as it always is, but you can hear a bit of a laugh. You’re used to the good natured teasing of the crew, so it doesn’t get under your skin as much as it used to, but you can’t help but bristling a bit.

“I’m fine.”

He puts his hands up in surrender. “I’m sure you are. I just wanted to check. I heard there was an incident earlier–”

“God, don’t remind me.” You had been in the middle of telling a story, complete with very enthusiastic hand gestures, only for Ace to sneak up on you and get clocked straight in the face by a particularly large sweeping motion. He was fine, obviously, as a Logia type, but you had barely managed to squeak out an embarrassed apology before you had sprinted off, nearly tripping down the stairs on your way out. “I’m never going to live that down.”

“It’s not like you hurt anybody. Everyone on the ship has at least one story way more embarrassing than this, I promise you. You remember how many times Ace got thrown overboard when he first got here, don’t you?”

“I don’t think losing a fight to Pops is as embarrassing as accidentally punching a commander in the face because I got too excited.”

“Well at least your thing is cute.”

“Cute? It made me look insane!”

“It made you look clumsy. There’s plenty of clumsy people on this ship, and we love them all the same.” You don’t want to give in, want to sit in the hurt and the shame until it eats you whole, but Thatch’s words are so kind and his words are so gentle you can’t help but let your hold on it slip a bit, your shoulders relaxing just a tad. “I promise you this is going to be nothing but a funny memory someday. Probably someday soon. I’m surprised you’re so shaken by this, honestly. Haven’t you had a lot of moments like this?”

“Where I made myself look like a dumbass in front of a crowd? Yeah, I have, thanks for reminding me.” There’s no bite to your words anymore, and you can see the small shimmer of victory in his eyes as he realizes he’s gotten to you.

“But those don’t bother you. Because it isn’t about the crowd, right?”

You sigh. You had a feeling Thatch knew about your little crush, considering how poorly you’ve been hiding it, but he hadn’t said anything before now. You had hoped that no one ever would, and you could keep pretending you weren’t horribly obvious about your feelings. “So you’re going to make me talk about it now?”

“I’m not going to make you do anything, kid. I’m just giving you the chance to. In a safe space. And I promise that not a single word of what you tell me will leave this room.”

You don’t want to. You may be horribly uncomfortable and embarrassed now, but this is a familiar discomfort. A safe sort of pain, dull and easy to deal with. If you talk about it, let your soft parts show, well, who knows what will come after that? Nothing is more terrifying than the unfamiliar, whether it’s joy or disappointment or something in between. At least you know how pining feels, how it sits so snugly in your chest.

But Thatch’s smile is so warm, and his eyes are a little bit pleading, and you’ve never been good at turning away an outstretched hand. “...I just don’t know what it is about him that makes me such a mess.”

“Does he make you nervous?”

“Yes, god, so much. I’m not used to someone making me feel so…small. And jittery. I never know what to say, and even when I do the words come out wrong. It makes me feel so stupid and silly, like I’m a dumb kid again while he’s so…everything. I hate it. I hate feeling so out of control and self conscious. I hate that even seeing him makes me completely lose it, and that everyone can tell. I hate how hard it is to avoid him, because even despite all of that I still want to be around him. It sucks. So goddamn bad.”

“It can be hard to feel like you’re not in control of your emotions, that’s true. But caring about someone isn’t a bad thing, really. Especially not caring about someone like Ace. He’s a good guy.” 

“He is a good guy.” It’s part of the reason he had stolen your heart so effortlessly. He was just…kind. He cared about other people, and other people cared about him. When he passed through somewhere, he always left it a little better than he found it, whether he actively tried or not. You can’t help the small, self deprecating laugh that bubbles out of you. “He’d be a hell of a lot easier to get over if he wasn’t. But maybe he’s worth the trouble.”

“Worth making a fool of yourself?”

You smile, a small and fragile little thing. “Yeah.”

It feels good to have gotten off of your chest for a moment, and you let a little of that weight fall off your shoulders.

And then you hear the creak of the floorboards outside, and you and Thatch look up to see Ace, his hat quickly pulled down to cover his face, just barely showing the very red tips of his ears.

“Oh my god.” You can barely squeak out the words, so mortified it almost makes you nauseous.

Thatch has the nerve to laugh. “Well, this isn’t the ideal way to do this, but hey. At least it’s out there. I told you they didn’t hate you, didn’t I?”

What?

Ace’s voice is about an octave higher than you remember it. “Yeah, you mentioned that. I–um–I’m so sorry, I was just coming down to talk to Thatch, and–I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” He lets his hat drop a little, his eyes peeking over the brim, allowing you to see his flushed cheeks, making his freckles stand out even more over the pink.

Thatch very casually walks past Ace, shoves him into the kitchen, and walks away, calling over his shoulder to, “Have fun with that!”

He blinks at you.

You blink back.

“I–uh.” You can’t bring yourself to acknowledge what’s happening, your brain frying under the stress of trying to process the situation. “I’m sorry I punched you earlier.”

He chokes out a strained laugh. “It’s alright. I didn’t even feel it.”

Another beat of silence.

You’ve never seen Ace looking so unsure, shifting on his feet, eyes darting everywhere but you. Normally staying in his presence this long would make you curl in on yourself, taking up as little space as possible, trying not to make an idiot of yourself and failing massively. But something about seeing him look so vulnerable compared to how you usually view him, so human, makes you speak up. “You thought I hated you?”

The red on his cheeks grows deeper. “I–you always run when I try to talk to you. I thought it was because I made you uncomfortable, and I was hoping talking to you more would fix it, but it just made it worse. So I just…make you nervous?”

“Yeah. You do.”

“Why?”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “What do you mean why? I thought you just heard why.”

He chuckles nervously. “Right. I–um. I just can’t believe it.”

“Which part?”

He tenses further, but instead of running, he begins to approach, slowly lowering his hat and sitting on the floor across from you. “Any of it, I guess. That you like me. That you think I’m some cool, strong hero, or something.”

“Do you not think you’re cool?”

He hums, closing his eyes in thought. “Yes. But not really.”

“Care to elaborate?”

He sighs. “I know I’m strong, and capable, and I try my best to help people. But…I don’t know. I just don’t think of myself as someone worth getting nervous over.”

“You don’t see why someone might be nervous around an extremely talented and handsome man?”

He grins. “You think I’m handsome?”

“Shut up. You already knew that.”

“You didn’t actually say it earlier. You just said I was good.”

You roll your eyes. “It was implied!”

“Maybe I’m not good with subtext!”

You both laugh, and you find yourself leaning closer. “I think you know damn well that you’re handsome and cool and all of the other amazing things I implied earlier.”

Before you know it, your noses are brushing together, and you can see every fleck of color in his eyes. “Do I?”

His lips are softer than you expected, his touch gentler than you could have dreamed. You don’t even realize what you’ve done until you’re already pulling away, cheeks flushed and a goofy smile on your face.

Ace looks downright giddy. “I never thought I’d get the chance to do that. This is the first time you’ve actually talked to me in months.”

It suddenly strikes you that you’ve finally had a normal conversation with Ace.

And kissed him.

You flush red.

He sighs fondly. “I was wondering when that was going to happen.” He leans forward, taking your hand in his, and is kind enough not to mention how clammy they’ve suddenly gotten. “It might be a little rough doing this if you can’t talk to me. But that’s alright. I think maybe you’re worth the trouble.”

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[cofay]

★ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁.ᐟ➤ sleepy!

Part1 (previously)

It just didn’t make any sense how he could like you it’s almost been close to a month since you guys spoke and even that conversation wasn’t very much he just found out your name. He has to know more about you just to be sure about his feelings like come on, no way the one and only Kastuki Bakugo is struggling with a small unimportant person.

It was true the one and only KATSUKI BAKUGOU was struggling with his emotions it’s not like this is new he’s had his fair share of being unable to express himself but it wasn’t like this. He couldn’t even walk up to you without cutting the conversation short to ‘save himself’ and to make it worse you weren’t even in his home room class he just spots you around and is lucky enough to have the same lunch as you and one or two classes with you.

~~~~~

A random Tuesday was the day he decided he had to fucking talk to you before it’s too late. So he planned and planned until it was lunch marching up to your table as your laughing.

“Hey, you come mer’ ”

You look up him in between laughter before getting up and telling your friends you’ll be back he walks off and you follow him almost immediately but nervous once you guys make it to the semi-secluded hallway he turns to face you.

“Let’s hang out” confusion covers your face you were confused because Bakugou is known for his aggressive behavior and not wanting to even speak to people let alone his own friends

“What?”

“Am I speaking a different language? I said let’s hang out”

“Oh- okay when-“

He cuts you off

“Friday after school just cancel your plans” you nod and look around the tension growing slowly

“Okay..uh see you..later” you walk off your movements stiff and awkward.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

Friday comes and your waiting at a bench outside the dorms dressed in a top that exposes the tip of your shoulders and a white skirt also with your purse as a cute accessory because why not as your waiting you feels a breeze and start hugging yourself waiting for Bakugou. Gumbling something under your breath about the weather you feel a coat placed on your shoulders you look up seeing Bakugou his cheeks pink and he’s looking straight ahead or just looking away from you avoiding eye contact.

“Did you check the weather or you just like to be cold princess?”

“Princess?”

“It’s a nickname.”

You hum as a response getting up

“So where are we going?”

“Cafe or somethin’ “ he grunts walking off you follow close behind hugging yourself with his coat you can’t deny that his coat smells good and it feels really warm like you could fall asleep in it the cotton on the inside is just the frosting on the cake for you. As you make it to a small cafe he opens the door up for you a small but generous act you say a soft ‘Thanks’ before being seated a a table near the window.

“Do you want your coat back or—“

“Just sit it next to you.” He huffs. The waitress comes up asking what you guys would like you ask for something simple a small pastry with a cup of iced coffee and whipped cream on top add a cherry also that’s always been your favorite thing to order ever since you moved to Japan you just loved the sweets that are all around Bakugou orders little almost to nothing he just ask for a small drink and maybe he’ll think about pastry’s.

The waitress leaves leaving you two alone in silence you break the ice first

“So..why’d you want to hang out?” He looks up from the window and looks at you, you may have never noticed this but now you did. He has such pretty eyes a small blush forms on your face as you make eye contact.

“I wanted to get to know you.”

“Why though?”

“Jus’ cuz’ “

“What are your hobbies?”

“Mountain climbing and eating spicy shit.”

You chuckle a bit “Eating isn’t a hobby”

“It is now” a smirk forms on his face as he sees you smiling and giggling at his answer “What bout’ you?”

“Oh, well I mean you already seen it I like to play sports when I can and if I’m not I dance a little, sing maybe and shop?”

“So you’re really active?”

“I mean duh i can’t be inactive and play soccer”

“Tch” The waitress comes back with your orders placing it down in front of you guys

“This looks good” you say grabbing a fork and taking a bite of your sweet pastry you let out a small groan and start gushing over how good the food is Bakugou watches you closely a small smile creeping onto his face.

“Cute.”

“Huh?”

He snaps his gaze away from you. No way he fuckin’ said that out loud what is wrong with him!?!?

“Did you say something Bakugo?”

His blushing is so noticeable that he’s thankful you’re not teasing him right now

“No-“ he chokes out

./づ~ 🍓

The day drags on with you to forming small connections and similarities with each other like how both of you guys parents seem to just suffocate you with love or affection when your hurt and how you both are really active people and skillful

Walking down the sidewalk you get a little to close to the curb so you unconsciously cling to his arm noticing what you did you move away but he pulls you back

“It’s fine you can hold onto me.”

You blush slightly looking down as you guys walking even though it’s quiet you feel a sense of peace with him you guys walk around until the sun starts going down.

“It might be time to go back to the dorms it’s getting late”

“I’ll walk you to your dorm”

“Really- well I mean..you don’t have too—“

“I will.”

And he did as he said he walked you to your dorm you didn’t notice it yet but you were leaning into him resting your head on his shoulder while holding onto his arm, if anyone walked by it would look like you guys were a couple. You guys show up to your dorm and you linger on him for a little longer before pull away and unlocking the door before you go in he stops you.

“Could we do this again?”

“uh..sure I’ll just have to check my calendar or maybe I could hang with you and your friends for a bit?”

“Yeah..sounds good”

A few seconds of silence passes before he speaks again

“Uh. See you.”

“See you later.” and he leaves as you enter your dorm you notice you still had his coat you opened your dorm again but it was too late he was gone you close the door sighing and sitting on the edge of your bed you lift up his coat smelling it ever so slightly gosh he smells good..

You changed into your other clothes and lay in the bed just holding his coat you slip it on just to feel the warmth again slowly but surely you drifted away into sleep

🎀🪞🩰🦢🕯️

The next day you looked around for him finding him in the lounge room with his coat in hand you walk up to him

“You left this..” you say looking away and handing it towards him

“Uh..thanks” he takes it and without another word you walk off

“Y/n!” He calls out

“Yes?” You turn around rather quickly wanting to know what he could possibly need

“Do you..want to go to karaoke with me and my friends?”

“Sure! Why not?” You say shrugging

“They’re doing it this Sunday I know it’s pretty weird to ask again but-“

You cut him off “it’s fine I like to be outside anyway”

~~~~

Need less to say you were just itching to see him again

SORRY MY LINKS MAN PART 3

[amxrany]

!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

Hey guys I'm awake and well now let's continue (Rook's Dream):

We find ourselves in Savanclaw where we find Savanaclaw Rook and I honestly love him here he looks like a dog I left outside in the rain by accident (affectionate)

Now everone's confused as to why Rook's in Savanaclaw, but then Rook drops the bomb that Vil is in RSA and everyone's like "WHAT?!"

Stop Rook is literally just being the biggest neigevil oshi cuz he just wants Vil and Neige to be besties 😭. He's so open about it too like he's literally geeking about their interviews together to the point that he's squeezing Grim and Epel cuz he got too excited (he's so fr for that honestly). But then Sebek snaps and Rook apologizes because no one in Savanaclaw is a neigevil fan as well :((

But Ortho encourages Rook by wanting to visit his room so that they can learn about Neige and Vil. Grim questions the decision, but that's like the only way they can break Rook out of the dream, and now Rook's just murmuring to himself and how he will introduce them to Vil and Neige

Once they're near Rook's room he literally told them not to barge into his room and the gang did exactly what they're not supposed to do

AND OH MY GOD ROOK'S ROOM IS JUST????

(pov: you're in a neigevil oshi competition but your opponent is rook hunt)

SEBEK THOUGHT THIS WAS A RITUAL ROOM FOR A SECOND AND ROOK IS CURRENTLY LOSING IT 😭😭😭. Apparently Rook has been hiding his hyperfixation for THREE YEARS and he can't just let the group go...until they watch DVDs of neigevil interactions

This went on for five hours and Rook was gushing, sobbing and crying over it, Silver actually slept for the first time in the realm of dreams because of this 💀. Before the group leaves, Epel couldn't help but ask Rook if he still remembers what happened during VDC, an d Rook mentions that he remembers that Vil and Neige performed "Yahoo, Yahoo" together.

The group meets again with Idia, and they're discussing the events of Book 5, and how the entire incident during VDC might have been the root cause for Rook's dream to turn out like this. Because in this dream, Rook never transfers to Pomefiore because Vil was never in NRC to begin with. Rook was most likely haunted by that incident because he trusted Vil so much, that he'd rather have Vil and Neige be friends instead of rivals to prevent the whole overblot situation

SO NOW THE GANG IS THINKING OF A WAY TO WAKE UP ROOK BY PERFORMING ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL

(I REALLY WANT TO SEE THE WHOLE THING YA'LL TO WHOEVER HAS A LINK TO THE RHYTHMIC PLS SEND IT TO MEEEEEE)

But their positions are the following: Vil - Epel Jamil - Ortho Epel - Sebek Kalim - Yuu Ace - Grim Deuce - Silver

Basically Epel had to teach the others the entire choreography of Absolutely Beautiful and he said it's fine if they don't perfect it because in the original they weren't able to perfect it as well. But then everything suddenly goes blurry and we get dream Vil and dream Neige suddenly performing "Yahoo, Yahoo", and now Rook is back to being an oshi again.

But Epel wasn't having it, he points out to Rook that the real Vil looks more sinister and had a more sharper look to him and that he was more poisonous and beautiful. That's when Epel told Rook that he was a far worse traitor back when he voted for RSA if he tells the words that Vil wanted to hear to the fakes.

That wakes Rook up, he remembers everything now because he was wondering why he cried during their Absolutely Beautiful performance. Idia then gives Rook the "invite" to join them as well. Rook changes clothes and fights

Btw I just wanna show you guys his groovy here because it's that special to me

Idia was laughing because he now has a video of Sebek dancing and Sebek is just yelling at him that he won't forgive him if he showed it to anyone.

Surprisingly Rook mastered thew magical girl transformation faster than the gang, but they're learning. Rook also tags along with the gang to save the last person, Vil

AND WE'RE DONE WITH ROOK'S DREAM, JESUS CHRIST IT GOES FROM UNSERIOUS TO SERIOUS IT'S FUNNY. But I'm covering Vil's dream last, see you then!

Next: Vil's Dream Previous: Epel's Dream

[urautismdiagnosis]

Captain Barnacles my beloved (click for higher quality)

<reblogs appreciated :>

My glorious man, my most wonderful guy ever

random thoughts about him under the cut

Sob I'm so many years behind in octonauts episodes I'm barely scratching the iceberg lmso but my general vibe of octonauts above and beyond so far is that "Holy Sht Global Warming" and also My tiny Friends Have Grown!! Like dude I'm so proud of them all lol

Honestly to me the captain is just in his 30s, somewhere in there, idk what his role is in the found family (father figure?? big brother???) but honestly I adore his relationships with each of the octonauts (esp with dashi ahahhagugugh!!!! and peso too augdhbf Theyre so precious he's so proud of them) I love how he and tweak just get eachother and kwazii is just like His Favorite Little Guy??? and shellington, my god-

Like this guy just adopts everything in sight istg- <3

Im starting to realize that either my autism is blinding me or maybe he's autistic too and like??? Theater kid ahhh playing the accordion and bursting into song?? Mr "I am so full of obsession and love for all of this and all of you", Mr " I got my gup struck by lightning, my arm crushed by a clam, stung by a jellyfish, nearly attacked by barracadas, thrown around violently on the back of a wall, crashed into a sunken ship, and then nearly drowned and Hahaha Yes Im Fine did you all need anything?" LIKE SIR???

Also you just know he went out and got his whole nautical fit, with the hat and everything, and just went "oh crap I cant be the only one uhhhh" and then gave EVERYONE THE CUTEST FREAKING MATCHING HATS!!!

this guy had dreams and they're coming true and all his dreams are BEAUTIFUL-

also my partner was helping me figure out his design and went "omg am I just helping u make him a dilf" and I went "nah we making him a papi" and like damn cuz- sobbing can you tell the conversation happened at A Late Hour At Night.

i gave him a single lower lash this sticks out stylishly and totally didn't give him natural polar bear eyeshadow, I also like to think that he's somewhere on the aro ace spectrum but that might just be me projecting lol

ignore the pic of a compass I stole btw that doesn't matter

i think the design might still have some room for improvement so if I've made it this far lmk if u think it could use any fun touches

(also this guys body type KILLED ME it took me sooo many tries)

ᵃˡˢᵒ ᶦᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵃᶜˡᵉˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᶦˢ ᵏᶦⁿᵈᵃ ʳᶦᵈᶦᶜᵘˡᵒᵘˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦᶠ ᵘ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ, ᵇʸ ᵖᶦʳᵃᵗᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈᵃʳᵈˢ ᶦᵗ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᶦᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦⁿᵗᶦᵐᶦᵈᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳᶠᵘˡ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ. ᶜᵘᶻ ʸᵏ, ᵏᵉᵉˡʰᵃᵘˡᶦⁿᵍ…

i bet he misses bianca alot poor guy,

also here's my most cursed head canon: he's a polar bear and is often in very warm environments, so y'all think he just like.... cuts and thins his fur?

Im so sorry y'all but I can just imagine him at 2 am just crying next to a pile of his own fur because oh God this is so hard, I imagine the whole process of doing that to ur whole body routinely with tools that break is probably similar to the process of undoing protecting braids for folks who have afro textured hair, but I wouldn know personally I've just heard how much the process can be time consuming and be kinda tiring 0-0

Also I cant believe I haven't mentioned this yet but I think he's like 8 feet tall, which compared to most of his crew being at smallest 4.7 to 5.8 he's just huge compared to them XD. I tried to make like conversions based on irl animals and etc, but the captain is like literally The Tallest A Person Can Be. Like y'all know polar bears are The Largest and Tallest pawed mammals to exist??? like 13 feet tall irl

im just so proud of him he is so compassionate and supportive and cares so much about everyone and everything-

fanny pouch ahh belt

[allaboutsturns]

ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ

nicolas sturniolo x masc!reader

content: fluff, confession, reciprocated feelings, the start of a relationship.

summary: you’ve known the triplets for about three years now and have always had the biggest crush on nick. the way his hair framed his face perfectly, the way his smile lit up every room, it was infatuating. he was perfect but you were afraid he didn’t feel the same way. that all changed on one random rainy night.

think of me

when you’re out, when you’re out there.

you were sat in your apartment, the cool air filling it nipped at your skin. before you met the triplets, you always preferred to have the heater on because of how easily you grew cold, but due to the triplets preferring cold air to constantly be blasting, you grew used to the cold and always had the ac on considering they were almost always over at your apartment or vice versa, you were at their house.

you scrolled through youtube, waiting for a video to peak your interest. the screen of your phone which lay on the armrest of the couch you sat on lit up.

you peeked at the screen with only your eyes, unsure if you wanted to acknowledge to whatever the notification was.

as soon as you saw the contact name, your face lit up with excitement. you quickly grabbed your phone, unlocking it with the face id and opening to text message you had received.

platonic soulmate <3:

hey bae!! out with matt and chris and can’t stop wishing you were here :( <3

your stomach fluttered as it filled with butterflies and your cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, “god the hold you have on me nicolas.” you whispered to yourself.

you:

wish i was with u too!! miss u so much :d

you typed, your fingers quickly sliding across the screen as you spelled out each word. you read over the text message probably five times to make sure it didn’t come across as too clingy, before finally pressing send.

you inhaled deeply, watching as a text bubble with three moving dots appeared, signaling that nick was texting back.

platonic soulmate <3:

we have to hangout soon bitch!!! i’m free tomorrow nightttt and like literally whenever you’re free cuz i’ll always make time for you boo 😘

your phone screen illuminated your face and you smiled brighter than you knew was even possible.

quickly, you began typing back.

you:

i’m free tomorrow night! def gotta hangout 😍

platonic soulmate <3:

perfecttt!! i’ll pick you up tomorrow night then <3

you double tapped the last message he sent and pressed the heart reaction before placing your phone back down and rocking back and forth out of excitement. you couldn’t wait to be reunited with him even though you only just saw him 2 days ago.

-

i think i’ll pace my apartment

a few times.

you nervously paced your apartment, your hands fidgeting with each other as you waited for nick to arrive.

nerves shot through your spine as you continuously checked your phone for the notification that signaled nick had arrived. you had a life360 circle with matt, nick, and chris. it was created mostly because you guys all wanted to stalk each other.

you stopped your pacing in front of the full body mirror that hung on the wall in your living room. you fluffed up your short hair and checked to make sure your outfit was good for probably the tenth time. this was a common occurrence. anytime you had plans with nick, you would constantly check and make sure you looked good. you were always so nervous because nick always looked good and you were desperate for him to be as infatuated with you as you were with him.

after about three minutes of you standing in front of the mirror you heard a ding come from your phone. you immediately lifted the screen to your face to see the life360 notification signaling that nick had just pulled up. you lifted a hand to your mouth and bit at the skin around your thumb nervously as you waited for him to text you, confirming that he had arrived.

finally, after what felt like a lifetime, a message from nick appeared at the top of your screen.

platonic soulmate <3:

i’m hereeee :D

you read the text quickly and ruffled your short hair once more before grabbing your keychain and walking out of the front door to your apartment, locking it behind you.

you walked down the stairs which led to ground level and scanned the parking lot for the oh-so-familiar car.

as soon as you saw it, your stomach swarmed with butterflies and your chest grew tight. you took a deep inhale in before walking towards the car, aiming for the passenger side door.

nick smiled that beautiful smile at you when he saw you approaching and gave you a simple wave. this action alone painted your cheeks a subtle red.

you grabbed the door handle and pulled, opening the door. you reached a foot into the car, your body following closely behind as you sat down into the seat.

“hey!!” nick said, still smiling as he pulled you into a tight hug, “feels like it’s been years since i last saw you,” he groaned as he jutted out his bottom lip, giving you a fake pout and doe eyes.

you laughed and sat back in your seat as he pulled away from the hug, “it’s only been two days you goof!” you said with smile, burying the fact that it did indeed feel like it had been years since you last saw him.

you put your seatbelt on and listened intently as nick began rambling about random shit that had happened over the last two days while he carefully pulled out of the parking lot.

-

i could follow you to the beginning,

just to relive the start.

you and nick always held good conversation. when you two were together, there was never a moment of awkward silence. the only silence that ever filled the space between the two of you was a comfortable one.

throughout the car ride, he randomly brought up various memories from when you guys initially met. it made your heart melt knowing he relived the memories the same way you did. it made your mind wander with restless thoughts, maybe… just maybe he felt the same way. maybe he cherished every moment you spent together the same way you did.

soon, rain started to make contact with the windshield of the car. you always loved the rain, it was comforting and you had found yourself always making the simplest, yet best memories in the rain.

as nick remained focused on the road in front of them, the rain started to pour harder. you couldn’t help but examine his side profile, not taking your eyes off of him. you hoped that he didn’t feel you staring, you prayed he didn’t. you knew it was probably weird, but you couldn’t help it. he was so beautiful.

“oh my god, bae!!” nick said as his eyes lit up with the remembrance of a memory. you quickly looked away from his face and to the road ahead as he glanced over at you for a moment, “hm?!” you hummed excitedly, more than eager to hear about the memory that just took over nicks mind.

nick smiled, a little laugh escaping his lips, “d’you remember that one time that we hung out and pulled into that one parking lot,” immediately you knew what he was going to say. you felt sparks ignite between the two of you but you were unsure if he felt them too.

“and it was pouring rain,” you began, cutting off the start of his sentence.

“and the car broke down,” he continued, cutting off your words right back. you guys did this often, finished each others sentences. it was like you guys were telepathically connected and neither of you minded being cut off by the other. in fact, it made the both of you giggle.

“and we danced in the rain waiting for matt to come get us after the tow truck took the car!?” nick said, his free leg bouncing with excitement. you smiled brightly at him as little snorts escaped your body, “yes of course i remember,” you said through the laughing fit that had just taken over.

nick began laughing just as hard as you did, pulling off of the main road and into a parking lot, the same parking lot you guys found yourselves in that night, the rain still pouring down. he strategically found the exact parking spot that you guys had parked in that night and put the car in park.

he pushed the ‘push to start’ button that activated and deactivated the car and opened his car door, eagerly slamming it shut behind him. you raised a brow as he ran over to your side of the car, opening the door and reaching a hand out to you, “may i have this dance, handsome?” he asked, still laughing as hard as he was three minutes ago.

you giggled and nodded your head quickly, “absolutely, nicolas!” you replied before taking his hand and ducking out of the car and into the pouring rain.

the two of you began to dance, your movements in sync as if you had both known exactly what the other was going to do.

your heart skipped a beat as you held firm eye contact with the boy you cared about so deeply.

this was it. this was the time. the perfect time. you were so nervous but you knew you had to say it. you knew if you let it continue to boil inside your chest that it would soon bubble over and you’d panic and say it all wrong.

-

and maybe then we’d remember,

to slow down,

at all of our favorite parts.

you could feel your heart rate pick up in your chest as you looked longingly into his beautiful blue eyes. your smile faded and your expression changed to one of admiration and pure love.

nicks eyebrows furrowed as he tried to read your changing expression, “what are you thinking?” he asked, removing his hand from your shoulder and moving the stray hair that had fallen into your face away in one gentle motion. you blinked up at him taking in a shaky breath.

“nick..” you said quietly, water dripping from your hair and pooling on your skin. he hummed a gentle response and looked into your eyes even harder, the air between the two of you growing thick. you could tell he got nervous too with how each breath became shaky and quick.

“nick, i’m..” you paused, the words getting caught in your throat. you had to say this perfectly because he deserved to hear it perfectly, “fuck.” you whispered to yourself, looking away and taking a step back from him, letting your hands fall to your sides. you kicked at the ground below you, watching as the water pooled around your feet.

nick placed his hand gently on your cheek, making you look back at him, giving him a small smile. you leaned into his touch subconsciously making him move his thumb back and forth against your cheek, “take your time, love,” he cooed, his eyes softening. you always loved when he called you little pet names like that. you felt your cheeks grow warm as they turned a deep red color.

“you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you and your brothers, but even more so, you,” you started, trying to keep your words on track, careful not to begin rambling, “and.. god. you are so perfect. your smile is infectious, always finding a way to make me smile just the same. your eyes are so gentle, so beautiful. every time i look into them i feel safe.. comfortable,” you continued, your heart racing. you tried reading nicks expression but you couldn’t, and that killed you, “your voice is so soothing and every time i hear it the world around me gets just a tad brighter,” you said, your voice growing shaky, “the way your hair falls perfectly into your face and the way you let me brush it out of the way each time tugs at my heart strings so hard.” you paused, giving him a moment to soak in your words.

“nick,” you started again, “you are so beautiful, handsome, pretty,” your stomach dropped when you saw the tears pooling at his waterline, but you continued, desperate to finally tell him how you felt.

you reached your hands up, resting them on his cheeks, “i am so in love with you. i always have been and i think i always will be,” you pushed the words out. you wished they came out louder, but the blockade in your throat only allowed them to come out as a whisper.

“all i want is you. all i’ve ever wanted is you. i want to be yours.” you said, your voice still quite. tears began to pool at your own waterline but you held eye contact with the boy in front of you, the boy you had come to love.

it was silent for a moment. the two of you were completely soaked but unable to move, your feet rooted into the ground below you.

nick reached a hand up to meet one of yours which rested on his cheek, placing it gently over your hand, leaning into your touch.

“all i want is you, too,” he whispered, shutting his eyes comfortably as he soaked in every moment of this interaction that he could, never wanting to forget it.

your eyes widened as you felt your stiff body finally relax. you bit your bottom lip, longing to kiss him.

there were moments in your friendship that your fingers had accidentally brushed his lips. you knew they were soft and delicate. there were also moments when he’d kiss your forehead or cheek to say goodbye or goodnight. in this moment, you knew you had wanted to kiss him for a long time. you knew you had wanted to be his for a long time.

“can i kiss you?” you asked gently, afraid that if you said it too desperately this whole moment would dissipate in front of you.

nick opened his eyes and looked back into yours, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “yes, please,” he paused, cringing at the fact that he said please. your heart sang a melody to the fact that he said please though. it meant he had felt the same as you for a long time too.

you closed your eyes and moved your body as closely as you could to his, hands still on his cheeks as you gently placed a kiss to his lips.

nick leaned into the kiss, shutting his eyes, signaling his full reciprocation. he moved one hand to your cheek and placed the other against the side of your neck.

the two of you stay like that for a moment, bathing in the moment. after about ten seconds, you pulled away opening your eyes slowly, him doing the same.

“i’m so in love with you, nicolas,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his and shutting your eyes again.

“i’m equally in love with you,” he said, mirroring your every move.

-

all i wanted was you.

you smiled at the notification that lit up your phone, clicking on it almost immediately. you felt your cheeks grow warm with love.

soulmate <3:

hi love! sleepover at mine tonight? got a movie i think you’d like >:)

you hearted the message and typed two responses, clicking send on each one.

you:

im on my way <3

see you soon baby

your smile grew brighter when you saw the heart reaction appear over each message.

you grabbed you car keys and rushed out the door, eager to see nick. god you loved him so much.

divider by: @/Kafekitsune

HI omg i’m so excited. this is probably my favorite thing i’ve written so far im such a hopeless romantic omfg. i hope u guys enjoy this just as much as i do, im literally obsessed. I NEED TO SEE MORE NICK FICS NOW >:(

- ace <3

taglist: @whoisabbyysblog @mattyblover07 @b2cute @samandcolbyfan22 @h3arts4harry @nickgetsmewetter

[onesidedradiostatic]

Real talk

Im sooooo tired of Vox always being portrayed as the victim and Alastor the only one 100% responsible for their friendship falling apart

Did we all suddenly forgot that Vox is a terrible person too? He brainwashes his audience, he supports Val, he is willing to offer his lowest employees for Val to kill, he's also prob abusive to his employees as well, he stalks pretty much everyone, he has like 5 cameras inside Angel's dressing room, also it's like implied he's jealous of Angel because he gets Val's attention, him being jealous of Angel for being a victim of abuse is pretty messed up if you ask me. Oh he also told Sir Pentious to fucking kill himself and he also gets hard of seeing people in pain and get hurt! (Sure it was Alastor but still messed up)

" he looks so sad at the end of stayed gone when Alastor threatens him I feel so bad for him:(("

Really ? Well maybe if he had just kept his little hate boner for Al to himself instead of feeling to need to start publicly slandering him it wouldn't had happened. Just saying. Also I don't see how people feel bad for him. If anything he looks so extremely pathetic it's laughable I want to kick him

Okay this is kinda out of the point I want to make it's just many people who make him the victim seem to forget he's a terrible person so I just wanted to friendly remind everyone that he's as awful as Al ^^

Anyway

I think, we should acknowledge, that it's a complicated, and probably tragic, situation. What if, maybe, they're both as equal at fault for shit going down hills for their friendship. Vox because he doesn't respect others wishes and cannot take no for an answer, he prob tried forcing Al to move on with recent technology, which Al hates. ((His request to Al to join the Vees also prob meant catching up with the nowdays stuff and new technology, like the rest of them)) and Al because he was prob unnecessary cruel and brutal with his rejection.

I don't think Al was just using Vox like I've seen many people say. He allowed Vox to take a picture of them together. For Al to do that I think it confirms their friendship was genuine. "Ah but it's Alastor so that means it was fake cuz he's an evil manipulative bastard who only cares for him-" You're wrong, but also right lol. He's an evil manipulative bastard, but , he's also capable of genuine friendships with others (( did y'all forget Rosie lol? )). What I think happened is that, time passed , things changed. Vox became obsessed with new technology and tried to force Al to follow in, Al didn't like that, but instead of communicating with eachother and solving their problems by talking it out and respect eachother's wishes, they had an unnecessary argument and fight. They're both to blame for this, they're no victims in the situation and it's okay you can still sympathise with eithers side

Also people who make Al the villain for like not returning Vox's confession and feelings in most One sided Radiostatic videos/fics I've seen-- yikes.. I really hate that I have to literally say to PLEASE don't villiantise the aroace character for being aroace and rejecting confessions. It's extremely ace/arophonic (and yes I get to have a say to this, I'm a replused aroace videos/fics like this genuinely make me feel negative emotions) even if he was extremely cruel with his rejection -- villiantise the fact that he's an asshole- not his rejection.

yes I agree!! this is essentially a consolidation of points I've made before ksdlfglg

like yes, alastor's an absolute shithead but I think there are some people who forget that vox is also... not a good person. I don't think there's anything wrong with there being sympathetic aspects to vox but I feel like there's such a huge amount of fanwork where he's the only one portrayed sympathetically without showing his own bad points in their relationship, and I absolutely hate it when alastor is fully blamed for how vox is now and vox is seen as

yeah

vox got pissy at a rejection, that's not being able to take no for an answer, that's incel behaviour LMAO

feel like there's something to be said about people feeling the need to sympathise with the one with unrequited feelings compared to the one who has to deal with someone expecting romance from them when they don't feel the same. does it have to do with society's expectations about romance that unrequited feelings are more sympathisable?

but yeah I am glad that at least the "complicated" part of the description of their relationship implies to me it won't be as simple as "vox was the poor victim and alastor was just using him", I think it is much more interesting if there's no clear victim and both were at fault in a way

[cozage]

The Daughter's Return: Month 5

The Road to Love

Part One | Next Chapter | Table of Contents | Read on AO3

This idea was sent to me by Anonymous! CW: kinda long but it's from Ace's perspective! Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 5.2k

From the moment Ace heard your name, he was intrigued. 

“It’s a crazy story,” Thatch said as everyone sat down around him. “The Clandine Incident was one of the main reasons Y/N’s bounty skyrocketed. She’s got one of the highest bounties on the ship, especially for her age.”

Blamenco chortled. “She’s only got a big bounty cuz-”

“Though she’s always been a legend,” Marco said, cutting off Blamenco and ignoring his words. “The Navy has been trying to figure out who keeps ruining their plans for years. They just never expect it to be a teenage girl. It’d be higher if they knew everything she actually did.”

“Right,” Kingdew laughed. “They underestimate her because of her reckless appearance to them. They think she improvises everything she does.”

Ace raised his eyebrow. “How so?”

Izou hummed, knowing that the crew’s praise for you would have repercussions. This new crewmember seemed a little too interested in you. Still, Izou decided to indulge him. It’d be interesting to see where this all went. 

“The Clandine Incident is the best example,” Izou said. “The Navy had captured about forty of our men. It was looking bad. However, they had captured non-devil fruit users, so they were all in metal cages for transport.”

Marco interrupted and took over the story. “Because so many of Whitebeard’s men had been captured, almost all of the Navy’s forces had been called back to escort the prisoners to ships to be hauled off to Impel Down. Which left their defenses low, and we could launch an assault on our actual target and free a royal member of an island we watched over. They didn’t even have time to call reinforcements before the prince was released.”

“She and Marco led the operation to free the prisoners.” Thatch grinned ear to ear, staring at the first division commander. “I heard things got quite messy, but they got in and out without any fatalities.”

“Messy?” Ace inquired, nudging his friend to tell him more. “How so?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Marco grumbled. “Just a few messes I had to clean up.”

Thatch cackled. “If I recall, it was Y/N who did the cleaning up, not the other way around!”

Marco rolled his eyes. “She’s always the one to make the sacrifice play, and she got mad when I wouldn’t let her do it. I swear she’s careful with everyone’s life but her own. ”

Ace could relate, which only made him even more interested in meeting you. “When’s she get back?” he asked, unable to hide the enthusiasm in his voice. 

The whole table erupted into laughter at his question. 

“She’s off limits, dude,” Vista said, giving Ace an empathetic pat on the shoulder. “If you try anything, Pops will kill you.”

“Pops wouldn’t get the chance,” Thatch said. “Marco would get you first.”

“Sorry man, they’re right. I know you’re my brother-” Marco smiled and shook his head. “But she’s outta your league anyway. Don’t even try it.”

“Look at him getting all protective!” Fossa bellowed, and the table erupted in laughter again. 

Ace gave a confused smile, looking around the table. It was clear he was missing something. Something obvious that everyone else seemed to be aware of.

“Go check the bounty poster room,” Curiel whispered, giving him a little nudge. “You’ll figure it out.”

Newgate. You were a Newgate. There was no chance in hell you’d ever even look his way. And if you knew who his father was…No, Whitebeard would never allow the son of his rival to date his only daughter. 

And yet, as he stared at your old bounty poster, he couldn’t help but think there was so much more to you than a name. 

--

Months later, Whitebeard stood towering over Ace. He had been called in for a meeting with his captain, and Ace was worried that he had screwed up big this time. 

“There’s something I should probably tell you, Ace.”

His voice didn’t sound upset, and Ace relaxed a bit. “What’s up Pops?”

“My daughter is returning home soon, which is quite a joyous occasion-”

Ace nodded. “I’m excited to meet her.”

Whitebeard watched the second division commander carefully. “There’s something I should warn you about.”

“Oh, Pops, don't even worry about that.” Ace’s cheeks were hot, embarrassed where this was going. Of course he knew about Ace’s flings and flirtations on the ship. Of course Whitebeard didn’t want him anywhere near you. “I’m not like that anymore. Besides, everyone has already told me.”

Whitebeard’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. “Told you what?”

“That Y/N is off limits. I shouldn’t interact with her or-”

Whitebeard laughed, his jolly expression returning at the absurdity of Ace’s comment. “Ace, son. I don’t care what you do in your free time. I don’t care what she does in her free time. My daughter is an adult. She can make her own decisions. I trust her with that ability. If I didn’t, she wouldn’t be my most valuable strategist.”

“Oh.” Ace suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. He had never read a situation more incorrectly than he had in this moment. “Then what did you want to talk about?”

“My daughter,” Whitebeard said, still chuckling. “She can be…intense. And unfortunately, I believe she may take out some of that intensity on you.”

It was Ace’s turn to be confused. “Why?”

“Well…” Whitebeard’s eyes flicked towards the door nervously. “I promised her the second division commander spot before she left. But clearly, that’s been filled since she’s been gone.”

“Oh!” Ace said. “I can step do-”

“No.” Whitebeard's voice was firm and final. “You are the second division commander. But I am placing her under your command.”

Ace’s mouth dropped open. He hadn’t been expecting that. He had expected Whitebeard to keep you as far away from him as possible. “Are you sure?”

“I believe you are most equipped to handle her.”

Ace laughed nervously. “Surely Marco. Or Thatch. Or Izou-”

“Are you not comfortable with it? I’d prefer she stay in division two for a few days to try it out. Would you like me to move her now instead?”

“No!” Ace rushed to say. “I’m honored to take her in my division. She’ll be a major asset.”

Whitebeard chuckled. “And a major pain in the ass at first. Give her some time, as a favor to me.”

Ace gave a nervous smile, unsure what exactly he was signing up for. “Sure, Pops. Anything-”

Suddenly a young woman burst through the door, storming up to his captain. Ace tensed, unsure of who you were or what was about to go down. 

“Y/N,” Whitebeard smiled, and Ace could feel himself start to sweat. He hadn’t expected this to all happen so soon. “You’re-”

“You bastard!” You screamed, pulling out a kunai. “You promised!”

Ace could hear the hurt in your voice, and he felt sorry for you. And then he started to feel sorry for himself. You couldn’t be the girl Marco had raved about, the cute girl in pigtails, who would do anything for a piece of chocolate. You couldn’t be the girl who had the skill set of a thousand men. 

You were far too rude to be the girl he imagined. Nobody talked to his father like that, especially not some entitled girl who thought it was her birthright. 

He threw a knife at your kunai, knocking it out of your hand. When you shot him a glare, he returned one back. He wasn’t going to let you intimidate him so easily. 

“Stay out of this, newbie,” you snapped at him. If this was how mad you were about a kunai, he didn’t want to imagine how mad you’d be when you found out about the position. 

You reached into your pouch and he lunged at you, grappling your wrists. He wouldn’t let you hurt or even attempt to intimidate his father, the person who saved him and called him his own. You had no idea how selfish you were being or how good you had it, and it made Ace’s blood boil. 

“I don’t know who you are,” Ace said, trying his best to sound intimidating. “But you have no right attacking Pops the moment you get on our ship.”

“Stay out of my affairs,” you snarled back. 

His grip on you started to feel hot, and for a moment he was afraid he had let his anger get the best of him. And then it began to heat up so much that he had to pull away. You were simply too hot to hold onto. 

You gave him a wicked grin of satisfaction, as if you were boasting about your victory in the small battle you momentarily had. But Ace was confused. How had you burned him? Nobody had managed to do that in a long time. Marco and the other commanders had talked about your ability before, but he had assumed it was just another type of fire or heat ability. 

And then he remembered something Marco had said. How you had gone up against the lava vice admiral once, and you burned hotter than even him. A volcano fruit, Ace remembered. Your heat far surpassed him. 

Oh, the two of you would make an interesting dynamic indeed. He was beginning to see why Pops had placed you under his command now. Ace wanted to know everything about you, and wanted to use you and your ability to his full advantage. He couldn’t wait to see what you could do, and what he could learn from you. He just had to get you on his side. 

Which was easier said than done. You weren’t exactly thrilled to meet him.

And then the welcome party happened, and you all were stargazing when you had fallen asleep. He wanted to lay there forever, but Marco had eventually found you all. The first division commander picked you up and began to walk away before he turned back for just a moment.

“You’re going to fall in love with her, aren’t you?” Marco asked. 

Ace scoffed in return. “I don’t fall in love.”

“Good,” Marco said. “Because she’ll break your heart.”

“Who’s to say I wouldn’t break hers?”

Marco glared at him, clutching you tighter to his chest. “If you even think about it, I’ll carry you out to sea and drop you in the ocean.”

Ace gave a light laugh, but quickly realized Marco was very serious in his threat. “Noted.”

“I’m serious, Ace,” Marco whispered. “Leave her alone. It won’t end well.”

Of course, he hadn’t listened, he was too captivated by you. After the election of new subordinate captains were solidified, Marco began switching his tune from warnings to encouragement, and Ace grew hopeful that you were interested in him. Marco even encouraged Ace to invite you to a party. But Marco was still clear: just because you needed friends didn’t mean you needed Ace.  

And then Ace understood. You were about to lose most of your childhood friends, and you would need a new support system. Still, Ace got his hopes up that maybe you would feel something eventually. But for now, Ace would be okay with friends, as long as you stuck around. 

A few nights later, he had really fucked up. He had taken Marco's advice, invited you to the party, and even made a bet with you about going drink for drink. And now, you were curled up against his chest, your skin warm against his. Every time you shifted or stretched, he found himself alert. He couldn’t sleep with you so close to him, his mind racing at one hundred miles per hour. You had wanted to sleep with him. Even if you hadn’t actually wanted to sleep with him, you did feel comfortable enough to fall asleep with him next to you. He didn’t know what to do. 

He wanted you. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to only belong to you. He had never felt this way about another person before, but he knew it was good and true and that he was yours. He would find a way to tell you and hope you felt the same way. You had fallen asleep in his arms, after all. That had to count for something. 

But the next morning you woke up in an unfamiliar place, and you had made it clear that while you appreciated his gentlemanly actions, you wanted nothing more. And so he held his tongue and went to the meeting he was summoned for, sleeping through the entire thing, wishing he was still in bed. Wishing you were still in his arms. 

And then you had been offered a job by your father, one that would take you away from division two. Take you away from him. It took Ace every ounce of self-restraint not to question his captain. Why would he hurt him like this? Why would he let you and Ace get so close, just to take you away?

Instead, he went to you, begging for you to stay in the most vulnerable way he knew how. He would’ve done anything, answered any question if it meant you would stay with him just a little bit longer. The two of you had become friends. That’s how he felt, at least. He wasn’t sure how you felt, but he had to hope. And you stayed. You chose him, and his heart continued to burn only for you.

The subordinate captains’ goodbye party was a testament to your planning skills. It had mostly been for Whitey, but it wouldn’t have been obvious if he didn’t know you. And maybe he didn’t. After all, he didn’t pin you as the kind of girl to make out with just anyone after a game of shots. Not that he cared anyway. You had made it clear you didn’t want more than a professional relationship with him. 

And yet, he still felt rather irritated by it all. He found himself receding from the party, deciding to find a quiet place to lean against the railing and stare out to sea in thought. He tried not to think about you, but all he could see was that red-haired boy and your lips smashed together. It should’ve been him there doing 5 shots with you. It should’ve been him getting a victory kiss. Not that little red-haired punk. 

“Berry for your thoughts?” Whitey said, leaning on the railing next to Ace. 

Ace looked over at her, startled. Whitey hadn’t talked to him since their fallout. She hadn’t even acknowledged his presence. And yet here she was, talking to him. She had to be drunk. It was the only explanation. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Whitey griped, though she wasn’t looking at him. “I know I’ve been shitty. But I’m not here to talk about us. I’m here to talk about you.”

“I actually wanted to find you,” Ace admitted. “I’m sorry about everything I put you through. That wasn’t fair and-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Whitey let out a deep sigh and then continued. “You’re only apologizing because you know you might never see me again. And while I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t want it.”

“It’s not because you’re leaving,” Ace corrected. “It’s because-”

Ace hesitated. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be this vulnerable with Whitey for multiple reasons. He didn’t want to open old wounds. He didn’t want her passing it on to you. He didn’t want her to laugh.

“Go on,” Whitey said, finally turning at looking at Ace. She didn’t look upset or angry. In fact, she looked like she knew exactly what he was going to say. 

“It’s because I know how you feel now,” he confessed. “And it feels really shitty. And I’m sorry.”

“We both wanted different things in that moment,” Whitey said. “I’m sorry for the part I played too.”

Ace shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“Yeah, I do.” Whitey laughed and took a long drink of her ale. “Hold on to that person that’s making you feel that way, though. She’s really special.”

Ace froze, worried she was going to tease him. But Whitey just gave him a friendly wink and left him alone.

Marco found him a few minutes later. “Commanders and Strategists. Let’s roll.”

Ace frowned. He wasn’t ready to see you again. He was still upset about your public flirtation with someone else. Maybe you were his karma, but he still hated it. 

“Come on, lover boy. It’ll be fine.” Marco chuckled, pulling Ace back to the party. He was going to have to face you sooner or later, he knew that. 

Luckily, the evening only went up from there. 

--

Less than 24 hours later, the two of you were off on an impromptu mission. It was just the two of you, really. Kala and Mihal were coming too, but you all wouldn’t be together for long. 

He would get you all to himself. Away from your father’s watchful gaze, Marco’s interference, and any boy who might have a crush on you. It would just be the two of you. 

It had been fun, until women began crowding him, asking for dances. His heart broke a little bit when you told him to dance with them, but he listened. He had come here to spend the night with you, not with these snobby women who were dressed in gowns that were worth more than all the money he ever had as a child. But every time he looked for you, you were there, looking as beautiful and radiant as he had ever seen you.

Then you disappeared, and his heart beat out of his chest as he broke off a dance to search for you. He found you being led away by some pompous asshole who had been staring at you all night, and his stomach churned at the thought of what that man would try to pull once you were alone with him. 

He hadn’t meant to make a scene. He was just so upset. He should’ve never left you sitting alone at that table. To hell with all of those women. To hell with everyone here. You were the only one who mattered to him. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, and the hairs on Ace’s neck stood up. 

And then you slapped him. Hard. Like you really, truly meant it. And as you began screaming at him, he slowly realized he would now have to be the decoy. 

Some Marines grabbed his arms and hauled him away, but he couldn’t take his eyes from you, burying your face in that horrible man’s coat as you sobbed fake tears. 

They set him in a chair and an official sat across from him. Ace had no idea who it was. If you were here, you would’ve been able to tell him his rank, name, weakness, and everything else he needed to know. But you were tucked away somewhere upstairs. Safe, hopefully. 

“Listen son,” the man said, and Ace gritted his teeth. The only person who could call him son was Whitebeard, but he kept his mouth shut. The man didn’t seem to notice Ace’s seething rage, thankfully, and he continued. “I’m sure there was just a miscommunication. Why don’t you give me your commanding officer and we’ll get it all sorted out.”

“Commanding officer?” Ace questioned. He didn’t know any names. How could he have forgotten to do this? He should’ve paid more attention as you were pointing people out. 

“And your name and rank.”

Ace hadn’t thought of any of those things. He hadn’t expected you all to get caught. Or at least, he had expected you to do all the lying for him. 

“Kaclin McGrought, Captain,” Ace said. It was the first thing that came to his mind. “My Commanding officer is…”

Shit. Why could he only think of Garp? That would give him away immediately. Plus, Garp was here. They could just go ask him, and his cover would immediately be blown.

“My commanding officer is Clemence,” Ace tried to sound confident, like he knew exactly what he was talking about. 

“Clemence?” 

“From the East Blue?” Ace asked, raising his eyebrow. “Sir Clemence the Second? Surely you know him?”

The man nodded at a pair of lieutenants by the door, and they swiftly exited the room. Ace didn’t have a good feeling about any of this. He could only hope they weren’t heading to find and capture you. He could only hope you had come up with a better cover story. 

A few minutes later, one of the lieutenants came back and bent down to whisper something in his interrogator's ear. 

“So McGrought…” The man stared at Ace long and hard, and he knew he had been caught. “You and your commander don’t seem to exist. Why don’t you tell us who you really are?”

Ace swallowed, trying to clear the lump in his throat. He wasn’t so nervous for himself, but he hated not knowing about your status. “Who I really am?”

One good thing would come out of this, at least. The Navy would know his name now. At least they would know his power, and his position. He wouldn’t be some “failed rookie” amongst their conversations. 

“Son-”

“Portgas D. Ace, Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates.” Ace erupted into flames, and most of the people took a few steps back from the heat. “And don't call me son.”

With that, he threw off his shirt, turned, and jumped out the stained glass window. He wanted the last thing they saw to be his father’s symbol.

As he burst through the window, he only had one thought on his mind: he had to get to you. He had to make sure you were okay. 

That was the first and last time Ace underestimated your strategy ability. Even as you all spoke to his grandfather, even as you raced through the woods and spent the night in a borrowed house, he couldn’t help but admire just how brilliant you were. 

As the two of you walked through the town and snuck onto the beach, as you changed your plan on a dime and found a way to make it work, as you taunted a Vice Admiral, he couldn’t help but smile giddily, knowing you were his. And he was yours. 

He would have to tell Whitebeard, of course. He should’ve been more concerned about his fate, but he felt invincible, watching you as you slept on the boat ride back to the ship. You were together. Nothing could stop him now. 

Standing in front of Whitebeard was a much different feeling. But he needed to tell him. Not just because it was protocol, but because Whitebeard was one of the few men Ace respected in this world. He deserved to know.

“We’re dating.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at either of your faces when he spoke the words. He didn’t want to see his initial reaction, and he didn’t want to see your wrath. 

Whitebeard sent you out immediately, which was probably the best outcome. Ace could probably handle one angry Newgate. But there was no way he’d survive two of you angry at him. 

Ace could feel Whitebeard’s eyes on him, but he refused to look back. He was afraid of the disappointment he’d see if he looked. 

He stared at his feet instead. “I like her quite a lot, Pops. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Ace. Son. Look at me.” 

Ace looked up, and was shocked to find Whitebeard staring at him with a glimmer in his eye. He looked…proud? No, that couldn’t be. Ace was so certain that he would only be met with pushback and disgrace. 

“I told you when she first got here,” Whitebeard smiled. “My daughter makes her own decisions. She’s old enough to do that, and I’ll respect whatever decisions she makes.”

Ace couldn’t find the words he wanted to express. A part of him wanted to cry. A part of him wanted to ask a hundred questions. 

“I’ll never hurt her,” Ace swore. “I’ll always protect her, I swear.”

Whitebeard chuckled. “You can’t promise both of those things in the same breath, son. So be careful with your words. Because she will hold you to them. She never forgets a promise. So don’t go making promises you can’t keep.”

“Yes sir,” Ace said, silently cursing himself for promising such grandiose things. “I will keep that in mind.”

“There’s one thing I’d like you to avoid mentioning to her, though. Just for the time being.”

“Of course, Pops! Anything!”

Whitebeard hummed and scratched at his mustache. It was clear he didn’t like what he was about to request, but it had to be done. 

“Don’t tell her about the circumstances around your birth.”

Ace blinked. He was about to respond, but Whitebeard continued. “If it comes up naturally, you can tell her about it. But don’t tell her unless she asks.”

“Sure, Pops,” Ace said. A piece of him was relieved he had a reason to keep that information from you. He knew you didn’t like Roger much, and he didn’t want your opinion of him scarred by his father’s legacy. “Can I ask why?”

“It’s dangerous for anyone who knows of your heritage. And the more people who know, the more likely it is to get to the Navy. I trust my daughter of course, but I’d rather not put her at an unnecessary risk.”

“Of course,” Ace agreed. “That’s the last thing I want. I just want her safe. And I promise to do everything in my power to keep her from harm."

Whitebeard nodded. “Very well. Now, if we could go over the mission, I’d like a full report of last night.”

Ace’s brow knitted in confusion, and he glanced back at the door. “Is that really all? You don’t want to-”

“I told you, son. I trust my daughter. Whatever decisions she’s making, she’s thought of every possibility and every outcome. I’m not going to question my best strategist about her personal life.” Whitebeard let out a laugh. “But she does tend to fabricate awkward events, and she does it very well. Which is why she’s waiting on the deck and you’re in here. So, a full report of last night.”

Ace suddenly realized what a full report would mean. His cheeks began to burn, and Whitebeard let out a roaring laugh. “See, Ace? I knew you were the right man for the job. Let’s hear it.”

The only thing that got Ace through that report was the thought of you on the other side of the door, and the embrace he could finally give you once he got out. 

--

Months went by, and you and Ace got closer every second you were together. You moved in with him in less than a month, having your own dresser and your own decorations sprinkled throughout the room soon after. He helped you hang up the flowers he had handcrafted for you, which felt like a lifetime ago, and he cleared off his desk so you had a place to work. 

The two of you got a cat, and though Jinx didn’t take much of a liking to you, the three of you were your own little strange form of a family. The Whitebeard Pirates were still his family of course, but you and Jinx were the family he had chosen to be his. The family he cared for so deeply, the people he could never bear to lose. He hated being away from you, and he never got tired of you being around. Where others found you brash and intense, he found you endearing and confident. 

--

You were in the crow’s nest, staring at the night sky when he realized it. 

“I love you.”

You blinked, unsure if you had heard him correctly. You turned your head to face him, but he was still staring at the stars. 

“Me?”

Ace gave a soft chuckle and then turned his head to look at you. His dark eyes reflected the stars shining above you, and you swore you could see the universe in his eyes.

“Who else would I be talking to?”

“You love me?”

A smile danced across his lips. “I love you.”

You scowled at him. “No you don’t.”

“I do.”

“Ace-“

“I know it’s love because I think about you all the time. Every time I see you, I smile and I swear my heart feels like it’s going to burst. The moment you leave I already start to miss you. When you wake up before me and slip out of bed to get coffee, I wake up in a panic, thinking you were just a dream. Because I swear you’re too good to be real. I love you because you’re the one person who I know I can always go to, no matter what, and I know you’ll help me in the way I need. Even if I don’t know how to help myself, you know how to because you know me.”

“Oh.” He had given a pretty solid argument, but you had felt all those things too. You had never felt them with anyone else, though. Just Ace. 

Sometimes, you missed him so much your chest hurt. He was always the first person you searched for in a room. He was the person you looked to when you laughed, the person you wanted to always be near. 

“I love you too, I think.” 

Ace laughed. “You think?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been in love before.” His confession had been so poetic. Yours felt embarrassingly weak as a follow-up. 

“Me neither,” Ace admitted. “That’s how I know.”

If that was the case, his words made you certain now. Your heart quickened at the thought of confessing. You had already done it once, but the words held more weight now that you knew. 

Your fingers found his, quickly interlacing with one another. You took a deep breath, still staring into his starry eyes. 

“Then yeah, I love you. Because nobody has ever made me feel quite so happy with life as you do, Portgas D. Ace. Nobody has ever made me smile so early in the morning, or made me excited to go to bed. Nobody has ever made my life so infinitely better that I think I would probably die without them. Nobody has ever made me feel this way. Nobody but you.”

You would die for him. And you knew he would do the same. It wasn’t fair, but it was the way you were now. Every decision you made was to keep him alive. And every decision he made was to do the same for you. 

But in a pirate world, death was always around the corner. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when. And every time you thought about the possibility of him being caught or killed, it made you physically nauseous. 

Little did you know, that possibility would become a reality much sooner than either of you could have ever expected. 

--

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[evenmoreofadisaster]

Hi hello :3

If you're still looking for writing requests, I have a couple loose ideas. No pressure ofc ofc 🙌✨!!

But!

I think it'd be really cool to see a little sparring bonding sesh happen between One and Casey. I dunno if that's applicable to the story at all, but I thought it'd be interesting for the duo nonetheless. Admittedly, I am a sucker for that trope and for those two.

Also, I guess I'm in the mood for comfort cuz my other idea was just Two having a good day. Just Two getting the break he deserves, or maybe being really pleased with an experiment or project of his. Maybe even Two getting a chance to be silly or monologue or something of that sort :)

Sending over some good writing vibes 🤗🌟!

hello ace hello 🌟🙌

Here is Casey and One train-bonding :)

--

When her senseis finally dismiss the clan recruits, Casey leads the newbie to the Foot Clan’s training area. One trails behind her quietly and Casey doesn’t bother to make any sort of conversation with him. There are a few rookies in the training area when Casey walks in, sparring like newborn ducklings learning to walk. There’s a neatly placed stack of wooden training swords lined up against the wall. Casey grabs one of them off the rack. 

“Hey!” she yells, smacking the concrete floor. A loud echo reverberates to the farthest corners of the room. The newer recruits freeze in their places. “Everyone out!” Casey orders. “Now!” 

Casey faces One and shoves the bokken into his chest as the rookies scurry away. “Oof— hey! What the hell are we doing?” 

Ignoring him, Casey walks over to one of the training swords that were left on the floor. She turns around and points it at him. “Training. What does it look like?”

One huffs. “Screw you, I don’t need any more—” Casey leaps forward, striking swiftly at One’s neck with the wooden sword. THWACK! 

The slider stumbles to the side, grabbing the base of his neck, where Casey had hit him. “Ow! Hey!”

She doesn’t stop there. While One is still surprised, Casey kicks his legs out from under him and pins the bokken into One’s shoulder, holding him down. “You are distracted,” she admonishes. “Distractions will get you killed.”

Suddenly, Casey’s falling on her ass. One had jammed her in the knee. He strikes at her chest, but Casey rolls out of the way, stands on her knees, and whacks One’s shell. The slider falls on his plastron. “You can fight better than this,” she scoffs. “I’ve seen it. Something is clearly bothering you.”

“Even if there was, how is that your business?” One snaps, turning on his back. 

“Your performance affects everything this clan is working for!” Casey retorts. “Right now, you are nothing but dead weight. If this continues, you will be cut loose.” 

One’s jaw tightens. “Why do you care about what happens to me? You don’t know me.”

Casey studies him carefully. While that’s true, she’s seen the way he fights and though she hates to admit it, he’s pretty good. He could be a great asset to the clan… that, and One’s ambition reminds Casey too much of herself. She’s been in this position before, where she was too uncontrolled— even more than she is now— and alone. Nobody really gave her a chance which is why she’s in the same place she was when she started. Years of hard work has only just gotten her senseis’ attention. She just wants to push One in the right direction. For the good of the clan.

But how does she do that? Casey knows she’s not the greatest at emotions but she tries to think about what she would’ve wanted to hear from someone she looked up to. “But I… see you.” 

“What?”

Okay, that was awkward.

Casey clears her throat and rephrases. “I mean I can see your strength,” she huffs. “You are driven, but you are angry. I know. I’m angry all the time. I’m still working on it.” Casey takes a deep breath. “You are putting your anger in the wrong places. I don’t care about what you’re going through, do not feed your anger into your emotions, let it be your motivation.”

She waits for a response. Maybe even a comment about how wise she sounds. But there’s nothing. 

Casey’s head snaps in One’s direction. “Are you listening to me, Junior?!” she cuts herself off when her eyes meet One’s strict and newly focused gaze. 

“Yeah,” he says evenly. “Let’s train.”

[shadowqueenjude]

Ima be real i haven't read past acowar cuz i just stopped reading her books by the time the 4th book came out. HOWEVER!

dude i didn't know that the idea of rhys becoming high king was canon. i thought that was made up for a fic where the inner circle was the enemy.... why are they so different after the trilogy?? I mean they were already a little off but from looking at what people are saying (and reading a lot of fics with inner court slander) they've gotten weird weird weird

Quotes from ACOSF: “But you, Rhysand, are not.” Amren nodded to the still-rotating weapons. “With these three blades, you could make yourself High King.” The words clanged through the room. Cassian slowly blinked. Rhys said tightly, “I don’t wish to be High King. I only wish to be here, with my mate and my people.” Amren countered, “All seven courts united under one ruler would give us far better odds of survival in any upcoming conflict. No bickering and politicking required to dispatch our armies. Malcontents like Beron would have no ability to threaten our plans by allying with our enemies.” “We would have to fight an internal war first. I would be branded a traitor by my friends in other courts—I’d be forced to make them kneel.” Azriel stepped forward, shadows trailing from his shoulders. “Kallias, Tarquin, and Helion might be willing to kneel. Thesan will kneel if the others do.” Cassian nodded. Rhys as High King: he could think of no other male he’d trust more. No other male who would be a fairer ruler than Rhys. And with Feyre as High Queen … Prythian would be blessed to have such leaders. So Cassian said, “Tamlin would probably fight, and lose. Beron would be the only one standing in your way.” As for the Inner Circle being OOC... I think Rhys has remained the exact same since book 1. And that's actually a huuuuuge problem. He has had absolutely zero development, he's still an absolute dick, and somehow everyone licks his boots. Cassian I'd say went through a retcon through ACOSF. I genuinely shipped Nessian (even tho I despised the idea of the IC) until this book and it just ruined the ship and Cassian's character for me entirely. Mor...I mean she has had some character development but she was a fucking bitch to Nesta which I can't forgive. Amren I think is OOC in ACOSF too. This bitch should've stayed dead in ACOWAR. SJM ruined her sacrifice thing by bringing her back (also she's 100% ace, why did SJM make her heterosexual???) and then proceeded to have her trash Nesta in ACOSF. Pre-ACOSF Amren wouldn't have cared enough to be a bitch. Anyway the Inner Circle gets worse with each book and I hate how some people act like Rhys is the perfect selection for High King. If SJM goes down the High King road, the only High King I'll ever accept is Lucien.

[chunkymamatam]

I'm currently having a Vil obsession...do you perchance have any stories about him/any interactions with him? :') <3

-Reena

Yeah one is a really shitty interaction I had with him (which happens to be literally the first interaction we had lmfao) the rest are chill tho

Now, I’m a big bitch and I start this first interaction off by saying this because context is important and I understand that he genuinely wasn’t trying to be a douche but there’s a reason I’m fat and it’s not cuz I eat too much. Actually most times I struggle to eat at all.

Tw: I’m gonna mention my Eating Disorder and medical issues

Story 1:

I was getting signatures for an interest form about possibly starting a cheer team. I was doing this for a friend and I get to the table with Vil, Rook and Epel(Vil insists that they eat together to keep both Rook and Epel at least somewhat in check lmfao) and I was asking if they’d sign and this mf we looks at me and is like “have you tried the Salads here? They’re good and healthy.” Nah cuz wtf bro 😭 I was flabbergasted bro cuz what???

So I look at him, cuz honestly I expect this from mfers that are that conventionally beautiful, and I’m like “you better shut your fucking mouth before I beat that pretty face of yours black and blue and not that it’s any of your god damn business but I love salads. Ever had a Greek salad?” And he shakes his head “You should try them. They’re good. And healthy”

Then that night Malleus asked about it and I told him that Superstar is lucky he didn’t trigger my ED and he needs to be careful who he talks to like that because it’s gonna make someone relapse and really get hurt. Plus it’s those exact comments that made me feel like it was my fault when I was on medication with the side effects of weight gain and literally took my ability to sweat so what I can physically do is now limited. Malleus did NOT like this. Idk what he did but not long after that Vil approached me before classes and apologized. I relayed what I said to Malleus back to him. He genuinely felt bad and didn’t even think about that which is crazy considering his industry.

On a lighter not I asked to use his sewing machine for the cheer outfits and he said yes. Slight push back on the basis of “wouldn’t Crowley order them”

to which I was like “this man can’t even give me adequate housing” LMFAO

He said yeah after that and was like “only if I have final say on the design.” We’ve been pretty close friends since pfff

Story 2:

When the SDC came around and Ace and Deuce got on the team I panicked when the entirety of Pomefiore tried to beat our asses and broke a vase over someone’s head. Vil yelled at me that “that was expensive” BITCH I AINT APOLOGIZING I WAS BEING MAULED BY A BUNCH OF THEATER KIDS 😭😭😭

Vil was so done with me but like everyone else agreed with me so 💀

Story 3:

There was also this one time I was having a breakdown and he was like “oh sweetheart no. I can’t have you going out looking a mess. Let’s clean you up.” And he took me into the room he was in while staying at Ramshackle and did my hair and makeup. I took a picture and posted it to my Magicam (Cater forced me to make one lol). Tell me why his crazy ass fans identified him by his jawline, shoulders and a pixel of his hair???? This wasn’t even in frame enough that reasonably y’all should’ve been able to identify him 😭

It’s an ongoing joke between us now and we just occasionally post pictures of our legs next to each other, maybe I’ll put one leg over his. It’s really funny cuz I posted pictures of us in our Halloween costumes too and it wasn’t even just with him and they were like “You fat bitch you don’t deserve to date him” Now you can tell me I’m being dumb but that is such a massive leap to conclusions 😭😭😭

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1257: The Great Ladder and Step Ladder Debate! (Ace Attorney)

2:12 p.m. Outside and Below of Wright Anything Co.......

Apollo: (Let's Out a Very Relaxed Sounding Sigh as He is Seen Walking with his Peers) At long last. We finally made it to a brand new year.

Klavier: (Flips the Side of his Hair Forward with a Laid Back Smile on his Face) I couldn't have said it any better, Herr Forehead. There's so much to look forward to this day of age: new beginnings, new faces to meet, new life changing opportunities-

Ema: And a new set of problems dying to wring their heads at us eventually.

Klavier: (Turns to his Girlfriend Behind Him) Not too excited about this one already, are we Fraülen?

Ema: (Shrugs) Eh. I'm more netural about it if anything. The world can be a cruel mistress if you're not too careful.

Klavier: That is true.

Wocky: (Punds his Fist onto the Palm of his Hand With a Determined Grin on his Face) Then we'll just have face those problems head on and smack 'em out of our faces!

Ema: (Raises an Eyebrow at Wocky) Figuratively or Literally?

Wocky: .........Yes.

Apollo/Ema/Klavier: Wocky!

Wocky: (Holds his Hands Up in Front of his Face with Sheepish Smile) Kidding, kidding. I meant that figuratively. You know i wouldn't tank my family's business like that.

Apollo: Speaking of which, I'm kinda surprised to see the O.G. Cracker closed this time around.

Wocky: Oh that cuz I convinced my folks to give the fellas and I the day off. They work their asses off to provide the greatest muffins and a nice eat n' hangout experience imaginable till the very end of last year. It's only right for them celebrate this ocassion by taking a load off for once.

Ema: (Wraps her Arm Around Wocky's Shoulder) Well, look at you being a cool co-leader to your team~

Klavier: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Very impressive indeed, Herr Wocky.

Wocky: (Puts on a Proud abd Slightly Cocky Grin on his Face) ('Heh') It was nothing to it for the prince of the Kitaki Clan! Ma's words, not mine.

Apollo: (Snickers a Bit While Rolling his Eyes) Okay then, prince, since we're now here at the office, which game you want us to play first for the day?

Ema: Please don't say any Mario Party titles....or any party related games for that matter.

Wocky: (Smirks at Ema) Afraid you'll lose?

Ema: (Scoffs Playfully Shoves Wocky Off of Her) As if! I just don't wanna start the new year off in utter chaos.

Apollo: You and me both. How about we start with Ultimate MVC 3 instead? (Walks Up the Steps With Everyone Else Following Behind)

Ema: Yeah, sure.

Klavier: Of course.

Wocky: I'm down with that. You know, I never understood how and why your boss and Maya got themselves wrapped up in that game to begin with, Justice.

Apollo: (Shrugs) I'm just as confused about it as you are at this point. (Opens the Office Door and Walks Inside Before Closong it Behind Him and the Others) But I'm sure they'll tell us once we- ask.....them.....

Apollo's eyes slowly starts to widen up in Horror as him and co bear witness at his boss, Phoenix Wright, yelling and arguing with his old assistant, Maya Fey, her younger cousin, Pearl Fey, and Apollo's girlfriend and little sister, Athena Cykes and Trucy Wright, from two seperate sides of the room.

Phoenix: How many times do I have to get this through you girls!? STEP LADDERS ARE JUST LADDERS!!

Maya: And how many times do WE have to tell YOU is that STEP LADDERS ARE THEIR OWN THING!!!

Phoenix: LADDERS!

Ladies: STEP LADDERS!

Phoenix: LADDERS!!

Ladies: STEP LADDERS!!!

Apollo: (Slowly Facepalms Himself in Pure Agony) Oh my god....Of all the times they could've done this, why does it have to be now?...

Klavier: This is uh....Interesting drastic turn of events for the day.....

Wocky: Apollo, what the hell are we watching right now? Some kind of debate?

Ema: ('Sigh') Yeeup. Ladders v. Step Ladders. A battle as old as time itself. (Rolls her Eyes) And the one Pollo and I have to get dragged into on fat too many ocassions....

Klavier: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) But aren't step ladders alrwady part of the ladder family by default?

Ema: Yeah. Always have been. But the girls would always find counter arguments for every statement made. While it's impressive on their part, it only makes the debate itself drag on longer than it already has.

Apollo: It gotten so bad and out of left field that the JUDGE of all people, got involved in one......

Wocky: (Eyes Widened in Disbelief) The same judge in our city? That's insane....

Klavier: I don't believe the countless debates I've encounter in my family were ever nearly as intense as this...(Notices Something in that Said Debate in Front of Him) It doesn't seem like they noticed us at the moment.

Ema: No suprise there. This might be their heated one yet if that's the case.

Apollo: (Quickly Brings his Friend Group into a Group Huddle Before Whispering to All of Them) Okay, look, I know they're our love ones and everything, but there's no point of getting ourselves involve in this. They clearly settling it themselves, so let's just let 'em be and get the hell up outta here.

Wocky: (Starts Whispering as Well) All in favor of going to my place for the rest of the day, say "Aye".

The Gang: (Raises Their Hand Up Little and Whispers Out....) Aye!

Apollo: Then, it's settled. Let's roll.

Apollo silently tells his three friends to keep quiet as he slowly reaches his hand towards the office door's knob.

???????: HOLD IT!!!

The gang gets startled by the booming voice as they turn their attention to their appointed love ones pouting and glaring at them from the mid distance.

Phoenix: And where do you think YOU FOUR are going right now?

Ladies: YEAH!

Apollo: (Looks Down and Curses Under his Breath as He Snaps his Fingers) Shit. Uhh...(Clears his Throat Before Smiling Awkwardly at his Founded Family) H-Hey, you guys! Happy New Years! (Chuckles Awkwardly) We came here to say hi, but we'd figured you all are busy at the moment, so-

Trucy: Oh hush! We're never too busy for you guys, Polly!

Athena: (Smiles Brightly) In fact, you all are just in time for the nearby climax!~

Apollo: (Raises an Eyebrow at the Ladies) Nearby climax, you say?

Pearl: (Happily Nodded) I believe we're this close to cracking Mr. Nick under pleasure thus far.

Maya: (Smiles Brightly) So, step right up and join our merry crew!~ (Points at her Opponent, Phoenix Wright) And together, we'll prove this porcupine looking menace wrong once and for all!!

Phoenix: (Gives his Best Friend a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Maya, I'm not even close to looking anything like a porcupine.....

Maya: (Crosses her Arms While Smirking) Takes one to know one, Nick the Porcupine!~

The rest of the ladies then proceeds to lower down one of their eye lids, stick their tongues, and make 'Nyeh!' Noises towards Nick in front of them.

Phoenix: (Unfazed by the Ladies' Taunts) Charming. (Turns Back to Apollo and Co.) Anywho, rather than joining alongside those immature children over there to be right-

Ladies: (Immediately Pouts Offensively at Phoenix) Heyyyy!!!

Maya: (Comically Glares at Phoenix) I'm in my thirties, you jackass!!

Phoenix: (Puts on a Confident Smile on his Face) Come to my side and I'll provide you anything you want and need afterwards.

Apollo: (Raises an Eyebrow at his Own Boss) Really, sir? You're bribing us no- WHGH? (Suddenly Got his Face Covered by Ema's Palm)

Ema: What are you offering?

Phoenix: Nothing too complex. Just a simple raise of your bonuses is all.

Wocky: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise to the Offer Along with Ema and Klavier) No freakong shot...You can do that!?

Phoenix: (Chuckles Lightly) Of course I can! Your parents and I would usually talk to each other over muffins and coffee in the morning time while you and the crew were working. Both were fantastic by the way, keep up the good work.

Wocky: (Puts on a Very Proud Grin on his Face) Will do, boss! Glad you enjoyed our service.

Phoenix: (Turns to Klavier and Ema) And I've know Edgeworth since we were in grade school together. You two let me talk to him for a few minutes and you'll be living the rest of month golden in no time. I'll even convince him to give Gumshoe the same treatment. Lord knows him and Maggey need more good luck in their lives together.

Ema: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Hmmmm very tempting indeed, Mr. Wright.........I am in need of a new, more advanced, scientific equipment these days.

Klaiver: (Smiles Fondly at the Thought) And it would be nice to finally get my hands on that legendary guitar my band mates told me so much about.........

Wocky: I want that new Nintendo console that's coming out this year. Let's-

OBJECTION!!

Maya: (Comically Glares at Phoenix Some More) SHAME ON YOU, NICK! Leading these poor kids to false hope just so they can join your dumb cause!

Phoenix: (Comically Glares Back at Maya) Hey, it isn't fasle hope if I can manage to get it done!

Trucy: Oh yeah, like you can convince a former yakuza couple to give their baby boy another raise after doing so beforehand. Be more realistic, daddy

Athena: (Rolls her Eyes) And I highly doubt that Mr Edgeworth is close with you enough to accept your requests.

Pearl: Especially if it's anything money related.

Apollo: (I could've said all of that in under two minutes.)

Phoenix: Really? And what, pry tell, will you do for them if they choose your side, hm? I bet is something cheap.

Maya: Um, no! It's quite simple than that. Their contributions to our cause could prevent- (Tears Starts to Build Up in hers and the Rest of her Crew's Eyes) our pure, maiden hearts- ('Sniff') from breaking in two~

Apollo: (Rolls his Eyes) And now we've reached guilt tripping territory.......

Pearl: (Tearfully Pouts at Apollo) We are NOT guilt tripping, Polly!~ ('Sniff') We're only expressing how hurt we would be if you choose poorly!~

Athena: Yeah!~ ('Sniff') It's not our faults this debate has gotten us teary eyed all of the sudden!!~

Trucy: Quit being so skeptical and help us prove daddy wrong about STEPLADEEEEEERS!~ (Finally Crying Her Eyes Out Along with her Fellow Teammates)

Klavier: (Watches the Tear Jerking Madness Going on in Front of Him) Never in all my days that I've seen such emotions display over something so......

Ema: Trivial, dreadful, a waste of time and energy?

Klavier: (Turns to his Girlfriend with a Small Sheepish Smile on his Face) I was gonna say Unusual, but....(Chuckles Lightly) You're not entirely far off there, my Fraülen~

Apollo: I think now would be a great time for us make our exit. Am I right, Wocky? (Turns to Where Wocky Is Standing.....Only to Notice Wocky is Nowhere to be Seen) Wocky?.....Wocky?

Apollo hears the sounds of cheering as he turns and then has his eyes widened in complete disbelief at the youngest member of his friend group standing next to Trucy on their side of the debate.

Apollo: WOCKY, WHAT THE HELL!?

Wocky: (Casually Shrugs) Sorry, 'Pollo. I gotta support Truce on this. You know I hate seeing her sad.

Trucy: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Hugs her Boyfriend Very Loving Hug) Oooh my sweetheart of a Munchkin you!~

Wocky: (Starts Blushing in a Bit of Embarrassment) Babe, I thought I told you not to call me that........

Trucy: And I thought I told you that it's far too cute of a nickname to pass up. (Starts Snuggling into Wocky's Chest) My sweet, handsome Munchkin you!~ (Starts Kissing Wocky on the Cheek)

Ema: ('Sigh') Okay....Obnoxious cuteness aside, I think The Fop and I have a clear answer on which side to take now.

Apollo: (Turns to the Couple on his Left) You do?

Klavier: (Happily Nodded) Indeed so, Herr Forehead. (Joins Ema as the Two Walks Over to Phoenix Side)

Phoenix: (Pumps his Fist Back in Rejoice) Yes! Finally.

Ladies: ('GASPS')

Maya: (Pouts at Ema) Damnit, Ema! Again!?

Ema: Yes- (Speaks in a bit of a Mocking Tone) Again!~ Step ladders has always been a lower class in the ladder category and I'm sick of pretending that isn't.

Klavier: (Casually Shrugs) My thoughts exactly. It's silly to see Step Ladders as it's own seperate entity these days. (Places his Hands onto Ema's Shoulders) It's even sillier to not take my cleverly beautiful Fraulein's logic to heart as well.

Ema: (Looks Up at Klavier) That's your way of buttering me up today, is it?

Klavier: Perhaps....(Looks Down at Ema with a Seductive Smirk on his Face) Is it working by any chance?~

Ema: Hm. (Smirks Back at her Glamorous Fop) O say it does to some capacity~

Klavier: Works for me~ (Shares a Peck on the Lips with his Fraulēin)

Phoenix: Well, aren't they adorable? (Turbs his Attention Back to Apollo) And now it's your turn to join as well, Apollo.

Maya: (Glares at Nick Again) No, Polly is coming with us!!

Ladies: Yeah!

Apollo: (Already Done With All the Foolishness Happening in Front of Him) Can't I just speculate the whole thing in the background?....

Everyone: No.

Athena: (Glares at Her Boyfriend) Babe, you can't keep yourself in the middle of this any longer. You gotta pick a side!.

Apollo: Okay, but do I really have to though?

Athena: YES, YOU DO!.....(Starts Streaming her Ponytail Down a Bit While Faltering into a Cute Pouty Look) It isn't fun when you're not participating with us. Come on.....

'Door Pushed Open'

????????: It is seems we've arrived just in time, detective.

????????: You said it, Mr. Edgeworth. I was getting cold out there already.

Another collective gasping sounds escapes from the ladies' mouth as everyone now turn their attention to very familiar faces walking into the office. One is everyone's favorite unrpaid detective, Dick Gumshoe, and his boss and the city's most well known prosecutor-

Klaiver/Ema/Wocky: Mr. Edgeworth!?

Maya: (Glares at the Prosecutor in Question) Miles.....

Gumshoe: And Gumshoe!! (HappilyThrows Confetti In Front of His Face) Happy New Years, everybody!!

'Crickets Crpping'

Gumshoe: Okay, I'll be over here if ya need me. (Walks Over to Where Apollo is Standing)

Apollo: (Smiles Softly at the Detective) Hey, Happy New Years to you too, Detective. (Sticks his Hand Out Right in Front of Gumshoe) Sorry you had to get dragged into this too.

Gumshoe: (Happily Shakes Apollo Hand) D'aww thanks, pal, and don't worry about it! We've been doing this kind of thing a lot longer before you and Ema came into the picture. I'm used to it at this point.

Phoenix: (Smiles Brightly at his Old Friend) There's the duo of the honor! And here I thought you two were never gonna make it.

Edgeworth: ('Hmph') (Puts on a Competitive, Smug Smirk on his Face as He Walks Over to Phoenix's Team) And miss another opportunity to debunk any sort of halo statements and counterarugments our opponents are naive enough to obtain on a brand new year? I'd foolish enough not to participate.

Both Phoenix and Edgeworth casually giving themselves a high five.

Maya: (Glares at the Latest Member of the Ladder Team) For your informati-on, Miles Edgeworth,we have plenty of factual statements and rebuttal than you hope to realize. (Forms a Competitive Smirk of her Own) No matter. I've sent a text minutes before coming here. Help is on it's way for my team soon enough.

Phoenix: Oh, like that's gonna intimidate us in any-

'Door Kicked Open'

????????: SEIZE THIS FOOLISHNESS AT ONCE!!!

Apollo: Oh no.

The Ladies free cheers for the latest member of their pack and Miles Edgeworth's little big sister, Franziska Von Karma.

Ladies: Franny!!!~

Maya: (Happily Waves at her Girlfriend) Hi, honey!~

Phoenix's team starts stepping themselves back from their leader as his eyes starts to widen up in fear.

Phoenix: D-D-Did you have to bring Franny along tho-

'WhHIPLASH'

Phoenix: (Gets Struck by Franziska's Whip) YEOOOUCH!

Franziska: (Proudly Tightens Up her Whip) Yes, she have. (Walks Over to Maya's Team) I refuse to have the love of my life get overwhelmed by your repetitive foolishness any longer, Phoenix Wright. This means war!

Maya: (Wraps her Arm Around her Girlfriend's Waist While Pumping her Fist Up to the Air) And we're gonna keep fighting and fighting till we claim victory! (Turns to Franziska) Thanks for coming over here, Franny. I know you have a million other things you rather be doing right now.

Franziska: (Simply Shrugs) It's fine. I wasn't completely preoccupied at the moment, in hindsight. (Smiles a Little) Even then, I'll never be to busy for you, my darling Water Lily~

Maya: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Awwww~ I love you so much~ (Kisses Franziska on the Lips)

Franziska then notices a familiar face standing behind her as she returns to her professional demeanor.

Franziska: Kitaki.

Wocky: Von Karma.

Franziska: I see you are on our side in this debate.

Wocky: Just my way of supporting Trucy like I always do. I hate seeing her get sad and cry.

Trucy: (Heart Starts Melting Some More in Silence Before Hugging Wocky Again)

Franziska: I see. Regardless, you've chose wisely this evening. Also- (Politely Bows at Wocky) Happy New Year.

Wocky: (Stares at the Older Woman For a Brief Second Before Grinning) Likewise.

Franziska gives Wocky a small smile before turning her attention back to her opponents.

Trucy: (Starts Snuggling Up on Wocky Again) Seeeee?~ I told you my auntie would come around to liking.

Wocky: Pretty sure that's her way of being nice and junk.

Trucy: True, but it's still a start, right.

Wocky: Yeah. Guess so.

Edgeworth: ('Sighs in Annoyance') This is getting ridiculous. All these years later and you two are still believe in this pointless delusion.

Phoenix: That's what I've been saying. Sad really.

Franziska: (Glares at Her Main Competitors) How dare you.....Stepladders are not nearly as delusional as you foolish fools!

Maya: (Does Phoenix Signature Objection Pose) They are their own being and you all will treat them as such!!

Phoenix/Edgeworth: LADDERS!

Maya/Franziska: STEPLADDERS!!

Team Ladders: LADDERS!!!

Team Step-Ladders: STEPLADDERS!!!

And just like that, the two teams has finally commence their back and forth arguing and yelling towards one another, neither of which are ever gonna back down without a fight anytime soon.

Apollo: (Watches the Chaos Unfold In Front of Him and Gumshoe, Even More Dumbfounded Than Ever Before) ............Is it too late for the both of us to make a run for it right now?

Gumshoe: We can try. But I'm pretty sure Franny would drag us back here with her Whip alone.

Apollo: (Grimances the Thought While Shivering) That sounds worse than the Tiger tackling you to the ground.

Gumshoe: (Shivers as Well) You kidding? That's sounds even more terrifying! I keep forgetting how strong that girl really is....

Apollo: ('Sigh') Yeah, she's full of surprises alright. Still love her all the same.

Gumshoe: (Chuckles Lightly) That's good to hear, pal. I hope you and your friends have been doing alright today.

Apollo: (Turns to Gumshoe) Thanks. Other than going through this train wreck of a debate again, we're doing pretty good so far. How you and Maggey been doing these days?

Gumshoe: (Smiles Brightly) We're great! Mags started her first day at her new job the other day.

Apollo: Nice. What kinda job she works at?

Gumshoe: She's a waitress for that brand new fancy restaurant a few miles from here. (Holds up his Phone) I took a few pictures of the place if you wanna-

'Knock Knock Knock'

Gumshoe: (Turns his Attention to the Door Along with Apollo) Hm? Another person's at the door already?

Apollo: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Who wanna bet they're here for the debate.....

Gumshoe: Only one way to find out. (Opens the Door and Greets the Guest) Welcome to the Wright Anything A- genc-

Gumshoe's eyes widens a bit at the gues in question, a gorgeous woman with black long hair, wearing a bright pink robe, and a smile that could brighten your day up in an instant.

Gumshoe: (Chuckles Lightly) Hey-ey! It's been a long while since we've seen you again, Iris.

Iris: The feeling is very much mutual, Mr. Gumshoe. I hope you and Maggey have been doing well as of late.

Gumshoe: Oh, don't you worry. We've been doing great these days. And get this: Maggey got herself a new job at that new fancy restaurant the other day.

Iris: (Smiles Brightly) That's wonderful!~ I pray it all goes well for her going forward.

Gumshoe: You and me both, pal. She seems to really like it so far.

Apollo: Uh...Gumshoe? Who is this?

Gumshoe: Oh! (Chuckles Again) Where's my manner? (Turns Back to Apollo) Apollo, meet Sister Iris. The shrine maiden back at the Hazakura Temple. (Whispers to Apollo) She's also your boss' G-I-R-L-F-R-I-E-N-D.

Apollo: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) (Girlfriend, huh? Now that he mentioned, I do remember all the Mr. Wright would announce that he was going to the detention center to see a certain someone a few years back.....Was she the person he was visiting this who time?)

Iris: Polly!~

Apollo: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality and Quickly Turns his Attention to Sister) Y-Yes!?

Iris: (Smiles Brightly) Polly. It's your nickname, is it not?

Apollo: ('Sigh') It's the one Trucy and Pearl's keep calling me on a daily basis for some reason.....

Iris: (Giggles Softly) I thought so~ The girls and Feenie has to me so much about you in the past. It's such a pleasure to finally meet you in person.

Apollo: Thanks, you- Wait. (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Feenie?

Gumshoe: (Whispers to Apollo Once Again) That your boss' nickname.

Apollo: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock) Get out. Are you serious?

Iris: (Giggles Some More) It's the truth!~ (Places her Hands onto Both of her Now Blushing Cheeks While Smiling Very Fondly at the Memories Her and Phoenix Shared in the Past) It's the very nickname I gave to him on the very first day we started date in our college years~ To this day, he would always light up like a Christmas Tree whenever I call him that. My sweet, adorable Feenie~

'WHIPLASH'

Phoenix: (Screaming in Agony in the Distance) YEOOOOOOOUCH!!!!

Apollo: ('Sighs Heavily') Speaking of Feenie.........

Iris: (Frowns a Bit at the Chaos That's Happening in the Distance) Oh dear....Are they having that Ladders and Step-Ladders Debate again over there?

Apollo: Yeeeup. On the first day of the new year.

Gumshoe: Pollo and I been watching them on the sidelines thankfully. Doubt they're gonna stop anytime soon.

Iris: I figured as much. (Smiles Softly at the Two Men in Front of Her) In the meantime, how about I tell you the history Feenie and I shared together. It's been quite a while since I've told it to anyone thrse days, so please try and bear with me for the time being.

Gumshoe: (Turns to Apollo with a Bright Smile on his Face) Yo, you gotta give this one a listen, pal. It's sad, but really sweet at the same time.

Apollo: (Simply Shrugs) Hey, if it helps keeping from us from ever participating in that disaster of a debate, then you can count me in. (Smiles Softly to Iris) I hope it won't be too much trouble for you, Sister Iris.

Iris: No need to worry about me at all, dear. I'll do my very best. We do have the whole evening to ourselves, after all. So let's savor it while we can.

@apollo-justice-for-all

@decibelcoatl

@caleb13frede

@bestpony666

[starlos-soulmate]

okay you've gotta tell me all about starlo, I am so interested in your ship with him ajsjsjs

HOOOOOO MAN. OH GOSH. You have no idea what ya just unleashed!! I hope ya don't mind some spoilers from Undertale Yellow, the game where he's from. I HIGHLY recommend you play it! (You can play Undertale beforehand, but it's kinda it's own thing. There are references but it's overall it's own thing)

That being said, STARLO FROM UNDERTALE YELLOW! Spoilers ahead

This!! This is my cowboy husband!! North Star, as he introduces himself in the game. He has a posse called the Feisty Five, which consists of his friends Ed, Moray, Mooch, and Ace.

Named them in order, left to right. (Also hi Martlet)

Stars gets excited seeing a human, a COWBOY human, and takes them to the saloon where he starts infodumping about humans and Westerns (no Starlo, humans aren't fireproof XD)

Then we meet his childhood friend, Ceroba, as she talks to Stars as he's infodumping. I love Ceroba, she's so cool! Anyway she gets him to stop talking cuz Yeah. He probably would continue FOR HOURS XD

Anyway then the sheriff let's ya explore the town, and you do these lessons for him, a dual (or duel), him giving you a gun (WHICH HAS THE BEST LINE IN THE GAME I AM NOT KIDDING) and a trolley problem. Pffft. And in between these lessons you can go around and talk to the residents, take a nap in the Feisty Five's and Ceroba's house, and talk to Ceroba about why he loves cowboys and Westerns so much

When he was a kid, he found these VCR tapes about Westerns, and he watched them so much, showing them to his friend, being so excited about them. Front to back, left to right. He loved these things. And based his life around Westerns.

Anyway at the end of your training, he dubs Clover the Deputy of the Wild East! (That's what the town is called) and the other four get upset. He leaves for the mines to get a badge, and some resentment they had building up since the lessons began finally starts breaking and ya end up in a fight with them. Stars soon comes back and they all have an argument about what's happening, and soon they all leave the posse. And Ceroba even agrees that he's being a bit Too Much.

And so he runs off. Stopping halfway, looking at his family's farm, and when you catch up, he's barely holding onto his cowboy persona. Now known as Starlo thanks to Ed, and he's thinking getting a human soul would fix his reputation. So he builds up the rest of his shattered persona and fights ya

Only Ceroba snaps him out of it (his fight is SO PRETTY too like. OUGHHH)

After that he calms down and starts talking, he takes off his hat and it turns out he's a nerd. He's got glasses on. He even says you're allowed to make fun which is. oUCH. (Something tells me he was bullied as a kid in school)

After all that you go to his family's farm. He's got a brother most say is older (as an eldest sibling, he just has Those Vibes. Poor Orion). And a mom and dad. His dad (Solomon) says that Starlo hasn't visited in years, but he believes his son wanted to help save the farm. Even when LARPing as a cowboy. He also puts on an accent that some people say his dad taught him to use

His mom, Crestina, is adorable and I wanna give her a hug. Anyway she talks about how Starlo used to have a crush on Ceroba growing up, but he was too shy to take initiative. Ceroba ended up marrying someone else, Chujin, and Stars was so heartbroken he didn't leave his room for days. He was eventually told he needed to get over it (he's such a good friend. Chujin died and Ceroba's daughter fell, so she's a grieving widow and he never hit on her. Just wanted to make her happy, which is why he does the cowboy thing)

It's even said that Starlo and Chujin did NOT like each other. Chujin hates humans, one almost attacked his daughter. And Starlo is embracing human culture by doing the whole Wild East thing. So yeah They Did Not Like Each Other. I also think Starlo was a bit jealous of Chujin cuz he married his childhood crush. They just didn't like each other

Oh yeah he also drank magma to impress Ceroba

I'm sure there's more but I have to Do Things and I've exhausted almost all of it. Fienkfkrkfkrjr I love himmmmmmmmmm

[babybulbasaur920]

Twst Boys playing Pocket Love

this might be shitty, its late and i did this in one sitting, but combined my two favorite phone game apps. Ill probably redo this when im not about to hit the floor, enjoy what you will of it

TWST boys playing Pocket Love (and my favorite ships) part one

trigger warning for internalized homophobia in Ace´s part

Heartslabyul (Cater made them all get it)

Riddle: has a nice organized house. Spends very little time playing it because he doesn't collect all the clothes and furniture. Sad that Jess only gives you a cat or dog, my boy wants a hedgehog 🙁. His house is, as you can imagine, very red, and fancy. He will take the free gifts and refuses to spend real life money. He only has 2 floors cuz he thinks it's ridiculous to go any bigger. He has the typical stuff downstairs and the second floor is all outdoors stuff. One room is just a fancy table surrounded by roses and other flowers. Only interacts with his character's partner (Floyd) when it's required for a mission or date because the dialogue is so sweet, and the teapot tyrant refuses to be a blushing mess, even alone. Also has a library, with couches and the wallpaper from the international women's day pocket surprise, he got lucky enough to get it as a free-bie. Cleans the trash in the neighborhood religiously, spans the whole around his house. Wishes there was some way to penalize whoever is tossing that trash to begin with, Trey tells him the coins he gets for each piece of trash, was fined from the litterers and that seems to pacify him 

Ace: Chaotic as hell, are we surprised? In the beginning he picked out a gray cat and named it Grim to annoy real Grim. Has Deuce as his character's partner but refuses to admit to any feelings beyond friendly ones. It's nearly sad how much he fights against the idea of him and Deuce (repressed gay, we have a repressed gay here), and claims it's just because Deuce is the best friend he's got, who else could live in his super awesome house? (note, it's not awesome, it's a mess). He can barely keep a room in order, cuz he has so much random stuff. Has a penchant for getting the same date items every single time so he has multiples of shit that he just puts up. Like the dragon dumpling date- he refuses to call them dates, they are hangouts dammit!-, he gets the same dragon head so now he has 7. He has them all hung up in a row in Deuce's room, cuz of course they separate rooms, so they stare at him when he sleeps. 

Deuce: It's blue time baby! He enjoys the game as a relaxer and decorates it pretty simple, or tries to but he gets so many things it gets a bit cluttered, no matter how many times he uses the moving truck. Once again, is in it with Ace, and gives Ace a separate room, because he thinks having his sprite and the Ace sprite sleep together would be disrespectful when Ace is so blatant about it. Loves outdoorsy space like Riddle and has at least one room as a park, complete with a duck pond. Another one who has a cat named Grim purely to be a dick. Has a room devoted to vehicles, and even has a road patterned floor, is bi and proud so he doesn't mind that the road and the cars are all rainbow-y since they come from the pride parade date. 

Trey: You know the two most done up rooms in his house are the kitchen and the bathroom. Sad he can't actually bake but the pancake minigame satisfies that urge for him. Collects the clothes he likes but lets Cater do the dressing up stuff for him. Tries to keep it simple and fun. For the bit he googles ¨ normal things to have in a house¨, cuz he's normal. Totally normal, run of the mill, average. Totally. Has some rooms that are ¨weird¨, like what appears to be the waiting room for a dentist office, and one that seems to be a cellar, with the wine glass chair and buckets of berries. Actually, the 2nd one isnt that weird

Cater: Do I have to say it? Aesthetic king! Always dresses him and Trey up so fly,  is sure to change outfits everyday. Spends $20 a month on this thing because he has to have all the fresh new furniture from the pocket surprises. Both loves and hates how affectionate the characters are, he feels that he can't really have that and Trey only sees him as a friend. Someone just love this boy, he needs it. His favorite date is the cat cafe one cuz its cool and trendy but also fairly romantic, and coffee shops carry not-sweet food, like bagels, so he can actually enjoy eating there

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Idk who's going to bother to read this rant but maybe someone will and relate to some parts of it so here goes.

The asexual and aromantic experience is wild when you have nothing but love to give.

For context, I generally don't use any specific labels because it's just a lot of work to explain, but using the more generic ones, I know a few things about myself.

I'm non-binary, polyamorous, and land *somewhere* on the ace and aro spectrums. I only use pangender as a term cuz I'm biased to the flag. It looks pretty, and it's close enough. I've debated if I'm trans, but I'm not uncomfortable in my body so I haven't bothered to pursue anything, and I'm only ace/aro because there is just a complete lack of drive/attraction/instinct whatever it can be called, in my body and psyche. I am a soul in a vessel here to experience things, but attraction is not one of them, apparently.

I'm a sex positive ace though. And I know all the technical terms I fall into but it's just complicated. I don't really use any kind of term for sexual preference, but I know I like men, and can develop sexual attraction under the right circumstances, and I like women aesthetically, but I can't say I'm NOT sexually attracted because I've never been with one. And the weird fear about trying is exactly the same fear I had about men. So ya know.

But I want to love. To be loved and especially to give love in return. I don't make a lot of friends cuz I don't get attached, with the exception of getting adopted, and my best friend who I chose all the way back in 2nd grade. I'm in my early 20s now and her and I live together, so you can see that it means something.

I've also recently started dating this guy who is exactly in the perfect sweet spot of everything I am attracted to, and not just visually. (Who actually cares about appearances anyway?) He's very sweet and kind to me, has a perfect balance of similarities and differences to myself, highly values communication and listens to what I have to say, understands my needs and how I function, and overall matches my energy. (He's very mellow but I'm working to bring out the crazy side I know is in there, lol.) To be honest it's damn near one of those too good to be true things. He's also poly, not entirely cis, and completely embraces my gender identity, or lack thereof. He's devoted and healthily obsessive and possessive and it's mutual. We also completely agree on our stances about kids and marriage, which is that we want neither. (At least not getting married on paper, he absolutely wants to wife me and I'm not mad about it.)

What makes me feel almost guilty, or honestly more like I'm defective, is that he's had all these realizations and transcendent moments that you would expect out of finding the person you're meant to be with. But I haven't. Don't get me wrong, I completely share the sentiments, I want him just as much as he wants me, and the devotion is mutual, I just haven't felt it. I know I love him, I know that I'm happy, I know that what we have is extremely promising and healthy. I just feel like I'm missing what everyone else gets to experience. I've talked about it with him too and he's so very understanding. Maybe I'm just terrified of myself. That I'll ruin it without even knowing, simply because I'm not designed to have this. I also know that thinking that is bad for manifesting.

Like just listen. (I'm also into witchcraft and astrology,) And my literal human design works against some of the things I want. I want to sleep next to him, all the time, but I have genuine trouble sleeping next to another person even just in the same bed as me, let alone within elbow distance. Sometimes it's hard if they're even in the same room. And that fact was literally stated in one of my readings. There's something in my autistic little brain that can't seem to let my breathing match theirs, and it's a natural thing for humans to do, but it somehow drives me crazy. I want to kiss and hold and have sex and all those things, but I'm difficult. Finding satisfaction in intimacy is a literal challenge, even with help from toys or other stimulus. He's been so patient and understanding with that too and it's done wonders for the shame trauma I grew up with, but it's also just frustrating, because I feel constantly inadequate or like I'll accidentally give off the impression that he's not enough. And that's not true. (Even if there's some things he could stand to learn.) It's all just that typical asexual "I feel broken" kind of angst. But it's still a very real experience that haunts me. I'd love to believe that going on T would fix me, but I know it's not true.

Honestly I kinda lost where I meant to go with this. It's very TMI, but he says I feel like home to him, and while I don't think I feel the same thing, wording wise, we both agree that even though it's been almost 3 months, it feels like we've known each other for forever. Please excuse me for being a sap but genuinely I'm like, yah I found it. Cliché romance novel shit and everything. It's been very soft and comfortable so far. I still have to egg him into actually biting me like he means it, but at least I know I'm safe with him. He lets me show a bit of dominance too, so there's not any kind of power imbalance, and I'm so very excited for whatever future we get to have.

Idk. I think I had a lot of other sappy poetic shit to say that I forgot about, but I guess the overall message is that when you know what you want, it doesn't matter if you're ace, aro, anything in between, or nothing at all, you can find the love you're looking for. Have some faith in yourself. You're not broken, you're not missing anything. Whatever kinds of relationships you have, platonic or romantic or anything else, the right people do exist. You just have to first be sure of yourself, and sure of what you're looking for.

Yada yada yada, I'm gonna go take a nap.