#dq lips

[masoncarr2244]

A new batch of DQ gifs I made.

[90s-2000s-barbie]

[cherries-or-peaches]

this is insane. While napping, my dream consists of the star trek characters dancing while singing smooth by santana in a black background

[strkamand]

He really cares, KJ

The first time I watched Coda, I got all fixated on Chakotay putting his ACTUAL lips on Janeway's ACTUAL lips.

Breathe. Breathe. Breeeeeeeathe.

And his absolute groundswell of emotion over losing her... not to go all 18th Century Poet on this love story, but damn, a guy who grieves like that has send-me-to-an-asylum-on-the-Moor levels of love for this lady.

Swoon. Move over, Rochester.

But then, the funeral.

What the actual stoic? Why so eyes dry Chakotay? Et tu, Commander?

Upon a recent re-watch, I realized that Chakotay on the planet with the CPR lips and the grieving is how he reacts in real-time to Kathryn's real-time death.

The funeral, on the other hand, is a manipulated, imagined version of how people feel about her. Yes, there are some kind words, but not nearly enough grief from everyone.

Especially Colonel Chakotay Rochester...

While watching Coda this time, I realized that the funeral isn't evidence of how people actually feel about her. It's evidence of how she believes she is regarded by her crew.

And how she believes she is regarded by Chakotay.

It's also demonstrative of how much she has distanced herself from romance in order to survive this DQ life. She can't believe that Chakotay would grieve or struggle with the depth of emotion he feels for her because that would mean she has to admit her own feelings.

Or worse: she genuinely can't accept that he cares about her that deeply...

Either way, it's an unforgettable character moment.

He really does care. She really can't see that care.

Daft, lovable idiots.

[gynoids-over-androids]

do u think drag queens are evil or something. whats ur opinion on them. lh

I used to watch RPDG when I was a liberal feminist so I know what I'm talking about. I think that drag queens are cringy misogynists. They view women exactly as incels: shallow and vain creatures with grotesque body traits&body functions (oversize boobs and vulva lips, shooting cream out of nipples, fishy vagina smell) who only think about gossip, cocks and shopping/fashion. And just like incels, they love to insult women and our bodies:cunt, bitch, slut, etc. How exactly is misogyny subversive?

How is this different from tiktok misogynists impersonating women to make fun of us? How is this different from how incels view women? Even super homophobic/transphobic countries like Russia allow males to act like they're women on national TV if it's to make fun of us (the popularity of Verka Serduchka and similar acts show this).

Drag queens are particularly misogynist and racist towards African American women : stealing some words and phrases from AAVE, parodying black women specifically by using exaggerated versions of makeup and style that were trendier among black women, even when the DQ doing it is white. Bell hooks wrote a bit about parodying black women in "ain't I a woman". I saw white transactivists and libfems claiming that certain words are "for queers only" when said words were actually appropriated by DQ from black women... I'm sure black radfems can expand on this more.

And I find it curious that drag QUEENS only parody and exaggerate *female* bodies and functions. Why don't they joke about transwomen leaking pus and shit post surgery? Or producing foul smelling smegma? Or dilating holes covered in hair because it's made from an inverted penis? Do they not consider transwomen women and therefore worthy of mocking? 🤔

[coleskingdom]

Early Morning Phone Call

Matt Jackson x F Reader

Angsty Smut

Minors DNI and NSFW

For @madhatterbri

@midwestmade29

“It’s just always about him and what he needs. I know, he’s usually so good at leaving the character at work but this Matthew Jackson isn’t the one I signed up for” you said your phone on speaker to your best friend while you were getting ready for the day. “ Of course he’s not here, he’s off playing EVP with Nick and Kazu. Probably terrorizing a Starbucks employee and looking at Ferraris “

“Actually, I’m looking at you.” Matt’s voice ice cold.

“I’ve gotta go” hanging up the phone. “Well I guess I got another thing wrong.”

“What the hell is your problem? You have everything you want, you don’t have to do anything, except be mine” his voice holding an edge of contempt

“Are you fucking kidding me? Being yours is a full time job. Anticipating every one of your whims, you’re really living the gimmick. I don’t have everything I want because I want you, and this isn’t you. You suspended Hanger for shit that you and Nick do. He wouldn’t even be in this if you and Nick would’ve just gone and chased him taken a dq for the trios and helped him with swerve. No you had to be a bitch about it. Then Kenny that was cold replacing him with Kazu.” My temper rising

“ Why am I not surprised you defending hanger? I swear if he wasn’t so fucked in the head you’d have left me for him a long time ago or is it that you protect him by being with me because you know if you left me for him his options would be TNA, or NXT. Though bringing up Kenny who you can’t stand was a nice play.” he stepped closer to me.

My breath hitched, trying to read his face ,a mix of lust and disdain all in one skewed expression . “ So pretty when you’re mad , fresh from the shower, I bet there’s nothing on under that little robe of yours” he said, “ trying to act like I disgust you. That sweet little Matty is the one that you want. You’ve been wanting this argument for weeks, you’ve wanted to hate fuck me for at least that long.” He pulled me into a kiss that I resisted for half a moment before giving in. I bit his bottom lip, then he sucked and bit mine, my hands going to the hem of his shirt pulling before he helped me get it off of him. His mouth trailed to my neck, before he sucked it in making sure to leave a mark,then he licked the spot soothing away the brief bit of pain.

His hands went to the belt of the robe as I went for his waistband of his pants. He sighed went he realized he was right about what I had been doing before he had walked in. His lips began their assault on my breasts, he was using all of the tricks he knew I loved. I refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan even as I felt my body betray me. “ I hate you” I whimpered, “ Of course you do” he chuckled “ especially when I do this “ he pushed me back on to the bed, my legs falling open for him, he went right to my core and licked me up and down. “Princess your body is telling on you, you’re so wet for me, just give in to the way that I make you feel.” His mouth moving on my most sensitive spot, he went to work sucking, licking, with fingers moving in succession. I was so close, I could feel my orgasm building, my legs began to shake I felt it wash over me “ Matt” I cried out as he worked me through it. As the pleasure subsided, “See, I’m not a bad guy” as he removed his boxers and climbed up over me.

“ Princess look at me, I’m still the man you fell in love with. You just don’t like the things I’m doing, I don’t like the things I’m doing, but they have to be done. Don’t be mad at me” he said as he kissed me. He entered me in one fluid motion, even in the roughness of the pace, his kisses were soft, the true root of the problem. I scratched my nails down his back earning a groan from him, and bit his shoulder when I shattered around him. He soon followed his grunts and whimper the tell tale sign as I felt his release.

He rolled to his side his face had lost the anger and the tension , he was beautiful as the sun filtered in the window. “ Matt, I can’t do this anymore” as I got out of the bed and locked myself in the bathroom.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Wardaddy

Summary: Reader finds out she's pregnant  after she lost her title at double or nothing. Will the nickname she jokingly gave her boyfriend “Wardaddy” gain a whole other meaning?  

An: I found this fit in my drafts, wrote it months ago but for some reason never published it? Enjoy, and pls remember to give Wardlow requests in my inbox

Word count: 1132

Main Masterlist Wardlow Masterlist

The internet was a weird place. You always hated the bird app with all of its negativity and BS but here you were scrolling on twitter after you found out why you were trending.  

Your face was shocked when you saw the amount of negative comments regarding your relationship with Wardlow. Sure he was 8 years older than you but for the most part everyone had been supportive of it. It was the AEW locker room who kept trying to set the two of you up for the longest time. You were quite confused on why all of a sudden it was now they were concerned with it. A few months ago you were deemed the power couple of all elite wrestling, on the top of the company both of you holding championships. You had just ended a feud with your real life best friend Britt Baker and her long time boyfriend Adam Cole. 

The fans loved it, mixed tag matches were surprisingly uncommon in aew so when they became a regular occurrence in your feud the fans were quick to eat it all up.

Having had enough of social media for the day you stepped into catering for the first time after losing your championship  two weeks ago at double or nothing. You ran into Britt who had beat you in a no DQ match for the women's championship. 

“Sup, Champ” You called to your friend

“Hey Mama, how’s it going” Britt replied back

“Not much, I'm literally starving. I’ve been oddly hungry the past few days and more bloated than usual.” you said hand on your stomach looking at all of the different options catering had to offer. 

Britt laughed, handing you a plate. The two of you got some food before you found somewhere quiet to eat. Far away from all of the cameras and wrestlers. While you enjoyed your food Britt asked you…

“How’s your shoulder doing?” 

“It can be better, still hurts like a son of a bitch though” you replied, looking down at your shoulder that had been taped together in a million different ways

“Sorry about that again” She apologized knowing she was the cause of your injury

“Why are you sorry, shit happens.” You said a little bit confused on why she kept apologizing. The injury wasn’t even her fault. You were the one that called out the spot with the steps. 

“Medical won’t clear me quite yet, hopefully within the next few weeks or so” you responded oddly calmly, secretly upset you weren't able to compete in the show tonight. 

“Good luck out there tonight, tho. I hope you kick Thunder Rosa’s Ass!” 

“I will don’t worry” Britt responded laughing 

Time skip: 4 weeks later 

“Is it still that bad?” Your boyfriend Wardlow called through the door of your hotel bathroom. 

“I feel like my insides are falling out” you said in agony clutching your stomach as you threw up whatever you had left in your stomach. 

“Can I come in?” he asked nervously 

“No! I'm hideous go away” your words laced with venom as they left your lips. 

The medical staff had finally cleared you to return on this week's episode of Dynamite but your body had other ideas. You felt like you were dying and your poor boyfriend had no idea what to do. He tried his very best and you appreciated it but it came to the point where you just wanted to be alone. You cleaned up and finally stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted by Wardlow. He handed you some fresh clothes. As you were putting on your shirt you looked down at your stomach.

“Did I gain weight” you said as you looked in the mirror

“I think you look fine Y/N” Wardlow replied annoyed you would ask such a question 

“No honestly, I think I did” 

“Y/N, your probably just bloated” he replied rolling his eyes

“Whatever” you scoffed 

You arrived to the arena, looking and feeling like shit. You decided to stop by the doctor to let them know that you weren't feeling the best, all it took was one of the doctors to look at the dark circles under your eyes and pale look in your skin to deem you uncleared for the show tonight. It made you feel like shit, working hard with physios to get your shoulder better only to catch some bug before your return. Thankfully Britt wasn’t booked for the show tonight so the two of you could hang out and watch the show from one of the skyboxes in the arena. 

“So you are still not feeling good?” Britt asked, curiously 

“Yep, I don’t know how this is even possible but I feel like I’m getting worse” You told her truthfully. 

“When was the last time you got your period?” Britt asked, shit, you never even thought about that

“Ummm maybe a few months ago” 

“Have you ever thought that you might be pregnant?” 

“I mean we are careful but that would explain a lot of things”  

“Since we both have nothing to do, how bout we leave the arena, grab a few tests and we can go back to the hotel and see. I’m sure you don’t want to take a test in the locker room with all those nosey people” 

That is exactly what the two of you did, you told your respective partners to meet back at the hotel and let everyone else know that you would be hedging out for the evening. You and Brit ended up getting four different kinds of tests and a few goodies to bring back to the hotel. Unfortunately a fan recognized the two of you at the CVS that just so happened to be next to your hotel. Lying, you said the pregnancy tests were for a segment for the next BTE, now you somehow would have to tell the bucks to include some kind of skit involving pregnancy tests in next week's episode to keep true to your lie. 

Currently you and Britt sat on top of the hotel bed, munching on some chips as you both stared at the blinking screen of the pregnancy test. “How long is this going to take? I feel like we have been sitting here forever” You asked Britt. “According to this it says 5 minutes” Britt responded. 

Just then the test stopped flashing. ‘Pregnant 4-6 weeks’ 

You and Britt had no idea what to say, the two of you in shock at what you were seeing. You were first to break the silence “This has to be wrong. No way I’m pregnant” 

Sure enough you were pregnant. You took 5 more to make sure, all 6 tests saying the same thing. What was Wardlow going to think? 

[transfemzedaph]

82 + beef?

okay so this was supposed to be a small fight & kiss based around ough matilda was stolen etc etc (bc of this line I laughed when your dog died, It is cruel, but it's true, Take me back, kiss my soft side, Does he love me most now that his dog is toast, ooh? ) but it got out of hand so.

---

Keralis was, well he was infuriating, at least thats what Beef would say if you asked. Although, that wouldn't be the whole truth. The whole truth is that Beef had enjoyed Keralis as his neighbour! They'd know each other a long while, having similar friend groups, and they got along well, of course with some friendly teasing.

Then Keralis took his llama.

Yeah sure it was technically a legitimate purchase but its the principle of the thing more than anything. It became a friendly rivalry, a little bit of fun between the two of them! Until Keralis started encroaching on his land. Beef had worked hard! He'd made a wonderful holiday village for all his villagers to enjoy. And now there was a tank, on his beach.

"Keralis I swear if you try and tell me again that Carlos hasn't moved I'm ignoring you because he obviously has."

"My wonderful neighbor! What a pleasure to see you here!"

"Keralis."

"Okay! Okay! I get it! You're mad about this."

Beef scoffs slightly.

"Maybe a little more than just mad, thats fine, as I have the best solution!"

Keralis produces a handful of diamond blocks with a flourish, holding them out towards Beef.

Beef just stares, "Seriously? You think a few diamonds will solve this? Not a chance guy!"

Keralis pouts slightly but Beef just narrows his eyes at him.

"Ugh!" He pockets the diamonds before throwing his hands up into the air, "You are so dramatic mister, you should just let me have all this space hm, I'll use it better than you have."

Theres a smirk on his face as he speaks, nose upturned as he looks over the village and the lighthouse in the distance.

The punch to his face wipes the smirk off. The next punch splits his lip, before Beef yanks him close to his face, hissing out a, "Fuck you." followed by a headbutt which sends Keralis reeling backwards, his wrists hurt from the impact as he catches himself. Hes pretty sure his nose is bleeding now.

He looks up at Beef, now towering over him and thinks that honestly, hes never looked more attractive. The anger in his eyes contrasting with the way the sun behind him framing his head like a halo. Keralis thinks he would think of him as an angel either way. His own personal angel of death. He chuckles at that, and Keralis hadn't thought Beef could look any more angry but oh he truly could.

Keralis stares into the mans eyes and feels like a wounded cornered wild animal. The Butcher leering above him, ready to end his pitiful exsistance at any point. He thinks he would go willingly, if only to feel his hands on him again.

[masoncarr2244]

[lethica-nightborne]

*Lethica sleeps, exhausted from the small breakdown, content holding Marius, excited for their plans tomorrow-*

*She dreams she floats in an inky void. She hears whispers- of secrets, of betrayals. She hears tinkering, the sound of gems clicking with one another. She hears viola music.*

*But those were not her stories. She presses on*

*Lethica floats towards something even darker among the inky blackness. Her goddess- or at least an approximation of her. She kneels to Shar.*

Qvu ysce jmmfvjld dmjh kzps gszt nwlk, dq wrzwztvkz. Df qvu kzpnb qvu ysce dske pgbr gwuaeul?

That is not for me to decide, my Dark Lady...

*The Lady of Shadows is silent for a moment, considering*

A ahzfr yfm oamw koew decd. Hs cgug rk ahvjl aiw uo dgye zfjiuwutj, qvu nasl ega bv uhsk gbt.

*That is the absolute last thing Lethica wanted*

There won't be, My Lady. I swear it so.

Yvou, yvou... Qvu rddapk deiw ty wscoiaae... Z ovucv oakw ao jwl yfm no...

*Lethica feels herself beam with pride*

Qvui ubrjw oaj tlee dpfkwk. Wvds dffl, mp uoicv.

*With a loud cracking sound, the darkness fades away. The shadows creep out of her vision, and Lethica finds herself sitting up watching the credits to the Sound of Music playing.*

*She looks around to take every detail of the room in. Lethica was near taking this for granted again. She looks at the grain of the wood in the bed frame, the way the sheets wrinkled, at Marius's lips, at the glow of Jerichos essence...*

Thank fuck that's over...

*Lethica falls back into her pillow, grinning*

[angelicguy]

Last text I received from my cousin before he died in a car accident in 2007: The DQ talking lip commershals are NOT funny. The lips piss me off, and they do a shit job of advertising the food

[fanaticsnail]

Oh, if we're doing song recs! Donquixote Brothers song rec!

(cracks knuckles)

For Corazón:

Lover Boy by Queen

🎶I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things We can do the tango just for two I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings Be your Valentino just for you ❤️‍🔥 Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy What're you doin' tonight? Hey, boy Set my alarm, turn on my charm 😇 That's because I'm a good old-fashioned loverboy🎶

Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You by George Benson

🎶Nothing's gonna change my love for you You oughta know by now how much I love you One thing you can be sure of I'll never ask for more than your love🎶

For Doflamingo:

Church by Chase Atlantic (kinda nsfw)

Buleria by David Bisbal (Spanish, such Dressrosa and dancing flamenco with the flamingo vibes)

🎶Bulería, bulería, tan dentro del alma mía Es la sangre de la tierra en que nací Bulería, bulería, más te quiero cada día De ti vivo enamorado desde que te vi🎶

King of the World by Warhall

Propuesta Indecente - Romeo Santos (when Doffy wants to steal you away from Cora 👀👀)

🎶Te adelanto, no me importa quién sea él🎶

🎶Si te invito a una copa y me acerco a tu boca Si te robo un besito, a ver, ¿te enojas conmigo? ¿Qué dirías si esta noche te seduzco en mi coche? Que se empañen los vidrios y la regla es que goces🎶

Donquixote Brothers:

Ella Baila Sola by Eslabo Armado & Peso Pluma (DQ brothers taking turns dancing with you)

🎶Bella, ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila🎶

Broken Strings by James Morrison (Doffy's POV of Cora's betrayal 😭😭, just very Doffy vibes)

🎶You can't play our broken strings/You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel /I can't tell you something that ain't real🎶

APT. by ROSÉ & Bruno Mars (DQ brothers singing and partying, there is a scene in the music video where the singers are wearing pink star-shaped sunglasses and it is so Doffy & Rosi)

🎶🦩Kissy face, kissy face sent to your phone, but I'm trying to kiss your lips for real (uh-huh, uh-huh)🎶

🎶❤️‍🔥Red hearts, red hearts, that's what I'm on, yeah Come give me somethin' I can feel, oh-oh-oh🎶

🎶🦩❤️‍🔥Don't you want me like I want you, baby? Don't you need me like I need you now? Sleep tomorrow, but tonight go crazy All you gotta do is just meet me at the🎶

Anyway, that's it from me. Are there more? Yes. But these are current ones I'm listening on repeat especially the APT 🤣

Here they are, happy and safe and together. I love them.

have a nice day, Snail! ❤️

@physics-of-one-piece

"They are happy, safe, and together."

I am going to be listening to these and throw them into their delegated playlists while driving today. I love it 🖤🖤. Thank you, physics. I love music recs, and these are just gorgeous.

[the-bar-sinister]

Bleeding, Broken, Mended (12894 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 3/?

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Donquixote Doflamingo/Trafalgar D. Water Law

Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Protective Donquixote Doflamingo, Getting Back Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Angst and Romance (see AO3 for more tags)

Summary: When Law's ship is blown to hell by Blackbeard he wakes up in the worst case scenario-- rescued by Doflamingo and the Donquixote pirates, trapped at sea and at their mercy. With the destruction of his crew he's alone in enemy territory with only Bepo, and the new crewmate he picked up on Wano.

Law is certain that he was 'rescued' just so Doflamingo could kill him himself, but Doffy has other plans. As far as he's concerned, Law's decade-long quest for revenge was nothing more than a sad misunderstanding. He wants to remind Law how things used to be. He wants to find a way to bring Law back into the fold-- back to him-- forever.

catch up here

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Guard duty was one of the dullest jobs a girl like Baby 5 could get. Stand around the infirmary, watching the patient and making sure nobody came in and messed with the bear slumbering away in there. Sure, the fact that there was a bear man, a mink, in the medical cot was pretty cool but the novelty wore off pretty fast when he was too comatose to do much of anything but snore like the bear he was.

So she'd taken to pacing about, contemplating ways to slip out of her duty and into Law's room and smother him while he slept. She was pretty sure that impulse was exactly why Doffy had stuck her back here with a firm job, however— he'd said he needed her there, so there she was.

Law's face would stay unblasted for at least another few hours. 

She still couldn't believe it. When they'd found him floating in the drink she'd asked Doffy to please let him drown for good. He was a traitor, he betrayed them and broke their hearts. It was for the best that he died among the waves.

But Doffy insisted, and together the whole lot of them dragged Law and his two surviving crewmates to safety. Two very interesting crewmates at least. The bear, she was told his name was 'Bepo'--- which was admittedly, a super cute name— was basically out like a light as soon as he hit the cot. The other, the girl with the beautiful blue-green hair, Komurasaki, had been meandering around the ship in the little time when she wasn't playing guard duty to the traitor Law, mingling rather companionably with the DQ crew.

She lit another cigarette, eyes closed. In her opinion, they deserved better than an asshole like Law. Part of her, an awful part, was happy to see him again. They'd grown up together. For a long time she was pretty sure he was the one who was gonna make her feel 'needed' for the rest of her life. 

But he wasn't. He stabbed her and everyone else who loved him in the heart and ran off to go become a grumpy dipshit with a grudge that nobody in the family understood.

"Tch." She stuck the cigarette between her lips and started smoking again while glaring at the Heart Pirates insignia on the bear's jumpsuit. "Maybe we should convince these two to join up…"

The sound of the door clicking open caught her attention and pulled her out of her reverie. Speak of the devil, there was Komurasaki, in her dress borrowed from Violet, walking with purpose into the room.

Baby had turned sharply, smoke trailing behind her as she held up her hands only briefly in a combat stance until she noticed the other woman. Her hands lowered, fingers shifting back from a series of sharpened daggers into normal fingers as she waved with a grin.

"Well, well, if it ain't Miss Saki. Wano brings you here?" She winked playfully at her. 

Komurasaki paused mid-stride and seemed to repeat the phrase under her breath. "Ah, I'm sorry?"

Baby 5 took a drag off her cigarette, arms crossing under the ruffles of her maid dress. "...w-wano brings you here? Like 'what brings you here'. And you're from Wano, right? It was a joke, miss Komurasaki!" 

"But that doesn't–" she paused and giggled. "Ah, I see. Good joke Miss Baby 5. And how have you been since I saw you last?"

They hadn't spoken extensively yet, but Komurasaki was gracious and charming every time– and now it seemed she even remembered her name!

It brought a huge smile to Baby's face. So often people forgot. Even some of her prospective boyfriends forgot her name before Doflamingo torched their houses to the ground. She shuffled from foot to foot as she took the cigarette from her lips and bowed her head respectfully.

"Thanks~ I've been alright. Bored outta my mind, admittedly." She gestured to the sleeping Bepo with her cigarette. "I'm used to more active jobs, and this guy's been snoring for hours now. Not exactly the king of conversation, you feel me?" 

"I have to admit that does sound rather dreary," Komurasaki agreed, glancing over at the snoring bear. "Though snoring is technically an improvement, isn't it?"

"Yep!" Baby 5 said as she popped the cigarette back between her lips and fished in her apron pocket for the pack. "It means he ain't dead! He's just sleepy. A sleepy bear. Sugar thinks he's adorable and keeps trying to sneak in."

She held out the pack with a grin. "Wanna smoke, gorgeous?" It dawned on her suddenly that she didn't even know if the woman smoked, or had some kind of aversion to it. "Wait, do you even smoke? Shit, sorry, forgot to ask that first before offering." 

Komurasaki smiled beautifully. "I do, though not as a habit. I was about to ask what kind of herbs you were smoking in fact. I'm very curious what they smoke outside of Wano. It smells quite peppery."

Baby 5 turned it around, taking a sniff of the smoke as it drifted off the burning cherry of the cigarette. "...Huh. You know I guess I would describe the taste as kinda peppery, now that I think about it."

She tapped one out and flipped it in her fingers to offer to the other woman. "It's mostly tobacco, mixed with some clove for flavor. Whatta they smoke in Wano?" 

"Oh a few different herbs. Poppy is very popular, and expensive." She came closer to Baby 5 until their shoulders brushed. She made it obvious as she sniffed the smoke in the air, and took the cigarette from her, putting it to her lips.

Baby 5's fingertip changed to the muzzle of a flamethrower, which she carefully raised so the 'igniting' flame just touched the end of Komurasaki's cigarette, catching it alight before her hand returned to normal.

She felt herself flushing a little with the proximity, her smile lopsided as she tilted her head to the side "Poppy, huh? What's that taste like? I don't think I've ever had a poppy cigarette." 

"Oh no, it's smoked in pipes," she explained before taking a careful puff of the lit cigarette. "A powder. It has a rather sweet taste."

Baby watched her curiously with wide, dark eyes, curious if she'd like it as she took a long drag of her own. 

"Huh, actually onna the ladies of Cross Guild smokes a pipe with powders exclusively. Wonder if she's smoking poppy too…how's the cigarette? It's Dressrosan." 

Komurasaki took another long lungfull, her painted lips pursed around the tip of the cigarette in an admittedly alluring way. "It's peppery, like it smells," she said, blowing the smoke out softly. "And there's a lovely, tingling excited feeling."

Baby 5's face heated up a little more. Alluring was the right word for it. She was a real gorgeous lady. How the hell had Law the Traitor of all people managed to snag a gorgeous crewmate like that?

"That's probably the nicotine. Honestly, that excited feeling's why I smoke them pretty much all the time. Gives me that rush before a fight! That and the habit of it, of course… been smoking like this since I was a girl."

She tentatively bumped the woman's shoulder in a gesture she hoped came across as playful and friendly. 

Komurasaki chuckled and bumped her back, returning the gesture in its spirit. She took another little puff. "Ah, the habit, of course. I'll be mindful of it. It's lovely though– thank you for sharing."

She turned her soft, glowing smile on Baby 5.

Baby 5 felt pinned by the smile and the woman's bright eyes. That was one hell of a powerful smile. 

"A-anytime! I mean it. Anytime you want one lemme know, as long as you're hanging around the family." She flashed a smile of her own, hardly a proper counter for Miss Komurasaki's. "I'd like to make you feel welcome while your captain's convalescing under the young master's care." 

And after he either died, or— she couldn't fathom it, but— begged them for forgiveness. It was a maid's duty, right? And she was kind of a maid. "Helps that you're pretty cute for a Heart Pirate."

Komurasaki laughed a bell-like little laugh. "Oh I don't think you could possibly mean that, but I'm very flattered. Obviously between the two of us, Bepo's the cute one."

Baby 5 glanced between Bepo and Komurasaki for a moment, appraisingly. "Hmmm…" 

"Hmm? Oh! Look!" Komurasaki pointed as Baby 5 looked between them, and she noticed that the bear mink had stopped snoring, and his eyes were open.

"Well now I can't say shit or I'm gonna look rude." Baby 5 huffed a breath, running her hand through her hair. "Shiiiiit. I had a whole line about bears and angels lined up and now I ca—"

She paused for a moment as the significance of Bepo waking up finally hit. "oh shit, oh fuck. I gotta go tell the young master!" 

"Please, don't stop on my account," Bepo murmured, waving his paw. "Komurasaki— where's Law?"

Komurasaki smiled at Baby 5, and put a hand on her shoulder in a steadying fashion before she walked over to where Bepo was laying. "He's here, Bepo. He woke up just earlier."

Baby 5 watched the two of them. Those two were the only two from Law's crew to survive as far as she could tell. The mink and the girl from Wano, who he couldn't have possibly had on his crew for very long given the shit she'd heard.

She hung back, letting Komurasaki field it as she calmed herself with relaxing nicotine and watched them talk. How would the mink take hearing Law was here among his former family? Would he take it as well as Komurasaki seemed to have?

Baby couldn't bear to interrupt, even if she chuckled a little internally at her wordplay. So she left the two of them to their devices by the cot as she leaned on the wall like the guard she was needed to be. 

It was only a couple of minutes before the door clicked open again and the young master walked in. His expression was perturbed, not his usual moonish smile, though he looked less distressed than he had for the last couple of days. Law entered just behind him.

"I see we got here right on time," Doffy said.

Baby 5 dipped into a deep bow, curtsying her skirts as she did. 

"Welcome back, young master~~" She rose with a smile that stiffened when she saw Law with him. "And yo. If it ain't the traitor, too. What's up?"

Law looked utterly exhausted and beaten to hell. His expression was utterly familiar as he turned his eyes to her and sighed."It's nice to see you too, Baby 5. Can I see Bepo?" 

Bepo sat up immediately— and looked like he regretted it just as immediately. "Captain!"

Doffy put his hand on Baby 5's shoulder. "Let's give them some space, Baby 5. Thank you for watching our patient so dutifully."

Baby 5 melted at the praise, her eyes practically sparkling as she flashed a wide grin that threatened to drop her cigarette from her painted lips. "Of course, young master! I did my best. The company helped!"

She glanced sidelong as Law hurried past to Komurasaki and Bepo's side, bending over the cot with visible difficulty from the sea-stone and smiling sadly down at his crewmate. Maybe he did deserve a little space. Not because of what he'd done or… any of it…

But the feeling of losing a crewmate was never easy. 

"I see you and 'Saki are getting along well," Doffy said after he had pulled her out into the corridor and away from the door a few paces. Some of his smile had returned to his face.

Baby startled a little at the statement, catching her cigarette before it fell. 

"I mean, yeah." She flashed a wide smile of her own in return. "She's a real interesting girl, Doffy. She's come around a few times over the last couple days and we got to talkin'."

"She does seem interesting. I think I like her." He shifted to put his arm around her, some of his weight relaxing on her.

"Yeah, I like her too, sir." Baby 5 leaned into him with a lopsided grin, looking up and into his sunglasses. "I've been hoping she doesn't gotta leave soon. I was kinda hoping to get to know her a little better… maybe invite her for a drink. I already shared a cigarette with her, an' she told me about how they smoke poppy in Wano."

God dammit, he was babbling again. She could tell she was babbling, just going on and on and on like she always did when she started to get flustered.

Doffy's smile shined a little brighter. "Help me get a drink, Baby 5, and tell me all about it."

Baby 5 ducked into another deep bow. "Right away, Young Master!" 

Anything if it meant getting a drink in her too before she made a fool of herself.

-

Law had lingered behind Doflamingo when the door to the infirmary opened, not exactly keen to show the man his back just yet while he was still on edge. Just past the feathered coat, he could see Komurasaki and Bepo, now awake and sitting up, while Baby 5 smoked one of her ever-present cigarettes near the wall.

His heart skipped a beat. Bepo was awake— he was alright. Law's battered spirit lifted, just a little, at the sight of his first mate's open eyes. He couldn't help the thin smile on his face that vanished when Baby 5's almost-justified and absolutely expected vitriol entered their exchange.

He sighed, before Doffy said they should have some time alone. Law watched Baby 5 give one last wave to Komurasaki for some reason before she scampered out of the room with the sauntering Doflamingo, before he turned his attention to Bepo and Komurasaki. 

"...shit…Bepo, buddy! I'm so fucking happy to see you're alright!"

Komurasaki– who was smoking a cigarette– took a polite step away as Bepo held out his big, furry arms to pull Law into an immediate hug, a growl almost like a purr deep in his chest.

Law squeezed him tightly, heat stinging the back of his eyes as he squeezed him tighter. 

"Fuck, I was scared I was gonna lose you too, big guy! I…" He sniffed and thumped his back as Bepo nuzzled him. "Shit… thanks for saving us." 

Bepo made a choked noise, his hug almost, but not quite, crushing. It was a good thing Law didn't have any broken ribs. "I couldn't get everybody. Wasn't big enough. Didn't have enough arms…"

"I know. I know… I wish I coulda swam too, so we could have grabbed the rest but—" He squeezed him tighter. "You got some of us, we'll– we'll make sure the others are remembered. We'll get revenge for 'em." 

"I'm just glad I got you," he growled thickly. "And someone plucked us up. I was at my limit…"

It sounded like Bepo didn't know exactly who had picked them up yet. That wasn't surprising. He'd never seen Doflamingo in person, and probably had barely noticed him in the room, anyway.

Law squeezed him tighter.

 "Y-yeah. That drug takes a toll. But you did good, Bepo. We tried our best but the bastard Teach got the drop on us." He took a deep breath, the bangle strange and uncomfortable on his wrist. "About who picked us up…it's kinda…difficult news." 

"Difficult?" Bepo cocked his head, his soft, dark eyes looking at him cautiously.

Komurasaki interrupted. "Captain, should I be here for this, or should I, too, give you and Bepo some space?"

"Lemme break the news to him, 'Saki. Then we'll figure out our next step together, yeah?" 

She nodded. "I'll be right outside, captain."

And then they were alone, and Bepo turned his soulful gaze on Law again.

"So I know the guys who picked us up pretty well…" Law said with a lopsided half smile. It didn't show in his eyes. "...and they ain't Kid or Luffy." 

The concern grew in Bepo's gaze. "I'm listening. Are we in trouble? Out of the frying pan, captain?"

Law glanced over his shoulder at the door.

"In a fashion." "The good news is they're not gonna kill us. In fact, it seems like their captain's been insisting that we stay alive, despite some reservations. I think he wants...well.." He shook his head. "What he wants can wait. We're on the ship of the Donquixote pirates, Bepo." 

Bepo rarely raised his voice, but "The Donquixote Pirates?!" leapt out of his voicebox at a roar before he grimaced and covered his muzzle in embarrassment, finally releasing his grip on Law's ribs. 

With his paws over his face he stared at Law in a mixture of concern and horror.

"Yeah. That guy I walked in with? That's Doflamingo. That girl who was clearly trying to flirt with Komurasaki? That's Baby 5. We grew up together. This whole crew is staffed by the Donquixote family." 

Bepo swallowed thickly, and moved to paw Law over, possibly checking for wounds. "Alright. How do we get off the ship?"

Law shook his head. 

"For the moment we ain't. We're in the middle of the ocean without a ship, I've got a seastone bangle so I don't… as they told Komurasaki 'go on a killing spree the minute I find out whose ship it is', and we've got no log pose or anything. We're on this ship until it makes landfall at least."

He grimaced. He'd called it a nightmare scenario. The kind of thing he rallied against for almost ten years. In Rosi's name he'd formed his pirate crew, and built it for the sole purpose of getting revenge on Doflamingo Donquixote. 

But now that purpose was dead— had been dead since the end of their stint in Wano. And Doflamingo, to the dismay of the family, was trying to 'rescue' him again. 

"...Doflamingo at least seems genuine in his attempt to rescue us, too. He spoke with just a few minutes ago about it. Seems he's kind of bent out of shape about how things ended with us." 

Bepo stared at him, his padded hand around the seastone bangle on his wrist now. "You're kidding. Doflamingo? The man you spent years telling us you were going to destroy because he was a monster? The one who's kingdom you did destroy like, a month ago, captain?"

The mink's always quiet and careful voice was quieter than usual, and he kept sneaking glances at the door behind Law. "He's the one who rescued us? And it's genuine?"

Law smiled weakly. 

"Yeah heh. Funny how that works. The man was genuinely nervous when we were chatting. Nervous that, I dunno, I was going to lash out and try to off him and he'd have to kill me, maybe." He glanced off to the side. "He gave his perspective on the thing I called him a monster about. And if he's being honest, there's been maybe a bit of a…a miscommunication." 

"Didn't seem like much of a miscommunication to me, to hear you talk about it," Bepo grumbled, sitting up more fully. He put his fuzzy hand on the sea-stone cuff again. "Has he done something to you? Is he threatening you with something?"

Law smiled at Bepo. Stalwart, protective, he was the best first mate a man could ask for. There were few people he trusted to have his back as much as Bepo… in navigation as much as in battle. 

"He hasn't threatened me with nothin', the only thing he's done is slap this annoying cuff on me to keep my powers sealed till 'people are less worked up'. " He chuckled and leaned his cheek against the back of Bepo's furry paw. "He says that he was the guy heading to the island to buy the fruit that Rosi stole for me. That he was gonna use it to heal me before Rosi took it and tried to sell out his organization to the marines." 

"Forgive me for saying so, Law," he grumbled as he leaned against him. "But that sounds like it could easily be a big fat lie."

"It could be," Law glanced towards the door. "...I can't take anything at face value here, and I'm gonna be looking for ways to verify it, somehow, but the important thing is right now we're guests of the ship. I promised him I wasn't gonna hurt the family, and he promised that he wouldn't hurt me." 

Bepo took a deep, rumbly breath and nodded. "Alright, captain. You know I'll follow your lead. But… I'm pretty wary here."

He gave Law a look that reminded him he was all Bepo had left.

Law felt the sting of tears in his eyes. Bepo had been there from the very start. Since he'd saved him from men who'd ironically become their best friends and crewmates in short order. The whole crew of the Polar Tang, save for them and their newest member of only a few days, had been sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

The reminder struck home and leaked down his cheek as a line of tears "I know, Bepo. But you got my word as your captain we ain't gonna lose anyone else. You're not gonna lose me." 

Bepo wrapped his paws around him again and pulled him close. "I'm holding you to that."

-

Doffy felt a little bit better with some more wine in him, and a couple of puffs off of Baby 5's cigarette, before he'd sent her off to take care of a minor errand. He sat alone in the galley for the moment. He'd needed some space. A moment to clear his head. The whole family had been hovering around him for the past two days. Not that he could blame them, not that he didn't appreciate it. He did. But.

He was sure he was coming off as exactly what he was— a nervous wreck— and he was sure they'd all misinterpret it.

Law was on the ship. He'd let Doffy talk to him. He hadn't immediately tried to kill him. Of course, he could be scheming behind his back. That's what everyone thought, surely.

It was probably even the truth. Law had schemed behind his back for years. Law had destroyed Dressrosa. Law had gotten family members killed and tried to kill him.

And Doflamingo still didn't want to kill him.

He took another slug of wine, and set the bottle down too hard.

"Careful not to break the bottle, Doffy," it was amazing how quiet Vergo could be for such a large man and it seemed at some point in his brooding he'd entered the bar and stood just off center behind Doflamingo. 

Doflamingo glanced up at him, and self-consciously picked up the bottle again, taking another swig, before putting it protectively between his legs.

"What if I feel like breaking it?" he giggled, crossing his arms. "Come on, sit with me, Vergo."

Sure, he was kind of hiding from the family a bit, but it was never not a relief to see Vergo. Not after they'd spent so long apart. Not after Vergo had almost died.

At Law's hands.

Doffy took another drink.

Vergo sat beside him, and the reassuring weight of his hand rested against his back. 

"Then break away, I ain't gonna stop you. But you're gonna waste valuable booze that you seem pretty content drinking down instead." He chuckled, bumping his shoulder "Doffy, you know your secrets can stay with me, yeah?"

"I know." Doffy bumped his shoulder in return and leaned heavily against him. He coiled little strings around Vergo's fingers and tugged his hand up from his back onto his shoulder. "Law's awake. I talked to him."

"Ahhh…" Vergo nodded knowingly as he looped his arm around Doflamingo and reached for a drink himself. "You actually talked to him, huh? One on one?" 

Doffy passed him the bottle from between his legs. It was still half full. "One on one, yeah. Nobody even came and interrupted."

Not like in Dressrosa, when everything had been chaos, and literally on fire, and Law was trying to kill him, and even Doffy's brain had been screaming at him without a moment's rest.

"Things ain't as big a mess as they were last time, even with the kid's sunken ship," Vergo agreed. "...what'd he have to say for himself?" 

"He said Punk Hazard 'got out of hand'," Doffy mumbled, leaning heavily into Vergo's arm, and resting his head on his shoulder. "And… Rosi lied to him, Vergo. Told him all kinds of lies. Of course he did, right? He didn't even know where Rosi got the fucking fruit from."

Vergo sighed roughly, rubbing his shoulder.

"Got outta hand. Yeah I'd fucking say it did…and as for Rosi, I'd believe it." His eyes narrowed. "...he lied for years about his ability to speak, didn't he? About all kinds of things. Stands to reason he'd lie to Law about you and the fruit." 

"Lied and lied and lied. All without saying a fucking word to me." Doffy shook his head. "Law actually seemed… pretty shaken up when I told him."

He remembered the way Law's eyes had widened under his mop of hair. The sharp "shit… shit!" from his lips, as if he was really shocked. As if he'd never questioned it in all these years.

Vergo rubbed his shoulder and poured himself a healthy glass before raising it to his lips. 

"Yeah I bet he was. He was pretty shaken when I saw him that day too, when I intercepted Rosi's little message to the marines. He's probably had Rosi's words burned in his mind for the last fuckin' decade." 

Doffy took the bottle back when Vergo was done with it, and took a swig straight from it again. "Fucking hell. Yeah. Said he spent all these years trying to fuck me over as thanks to Rosi for saving him. Saving him. Which of course was what he thought the reason I killed Rosi was. For trying to save him."

He put the bottle down again-– just barely avoiding another heavy thump at the last moment.

"..............fucking shit, you're kidding me." Vergo rubbed his shoulder again with a huff of breath, and took another long sip. "He wanted to destroy us…'cause Rosi 'saved him' and you killed him for it. In Rosi's words, of course." 

Doffy leaned into Vergo's touch eagerly, like a cat in need of attention. Honestly he was desperately in need of attention. A backrub wouldn't have gone amiss with the way all of his muscles felt knotted and tense. Maybe later…

"In Rosi's words," Doffy croaked. "He had months. Months to fucking poison Law's head with lies. I should have fucking done something sooner. If I had done something differently, anything…"

Vergo practically tugged him over to press up against his side, resting his temple against Doflamingo's shoulder. 

"Then maybe it coulda been averted, yeah…but the thing is Doffy…" He chuckled grimly. "There's a lotta what ifs. If I didn't take your assignment to the Marines, things woulda gone different too. If I'd noticed Rosi was a rat sooner…but you can't change the past, right?" 

He turned, smiling at him in his charming way. It was maybe a little undermined by the spoon that'd somehow suction cupped to his beard… or maybe started to melt into him with his powers. 

The absurdity of the spoon. The strength of Vergo's charming smile. The sheer reassuring weight of his arm around him, and the sense in his words. All of it was enough to relieve at least a little of Doffy's burdened thoughts.

He took a deep breath and sighed. "You're right. Of course you're fucking right. Can't change the past, just have to deal with what's in front of you."

Vergo nodded and rubbed his hand down Doffy's back. 

"Damn right, boss. So…what's the play…are you gonna try to swing him back to us?" 

Doffy let out a soft little laugh at the question and flopped his head against Vergo's shoulder again. "I'm transparent, am I?"

"Like paper," Vergo agreed…though with something not particularly transparent, admittedly. 

It made Doffy laugh. Anyway, it wasn't a bad comparison, in its way. Doflamingo was fairly sure he was completely fucking inscrutable to most people. But Vergo knew how to hold him up to the light and see through him.

"Well fuck," he chuckled. "Yeah. I'm gonna try. Would you be alright with that?"

Doflamingo ordered people around constantly. Habitually. But not his executives. Not Vergo. They were a team. A family. For thirty years. He needed to know Vergo would be alright with it.

He remembered Dressrosa again, with Trebol holding Law down and trying to convince Doffy to kill him, and Law shouting dreck about how Doflamingo didn't care about any of them…

Rosi had put it all in his head.

"I've got your back like always, Doffy," Vergo gave him his wan smile again, leaning on his hand. "...If you think Law'll see reason, then I'm more than alright with it. We let Vi come back home, after all." 

"We did." Doffy nodded, remembering that reunion too. There had been jagged edges, but they'd fit back together, almost like they were never broken. She'd come back. She'd come back on her own, without anyone trying to convince her. It was enough for Doffy to think, maybe sometimes a betrayal could be forgiven, if someone wanted to be.

Hell, had Law even betrayed them, if he'd been led astray?

"I want to try Vergo," he said, quietly, finishing off the bottle of wine. "Trebol will tell me I'm being childish and naive, I know. He already let me have it. But damn it, if I have to kill him, what was the point in any of it, Vergo? What was the point in taking him in?"

He'd had to kill Rosi. After everything he'd done for him. It had made all the things in their history seem like nothing more than broken threads.

He didn't want to feel like that again.

"I dunno, Doffy. Maybe there wouldn't be a point, if you did. Just another tragic end on the Grand Line," He raised his glass to his lips. "Trebol's a good man, but he thinks too far in the future and tries not to be muddled down by emotion. But I don't. I think we've got a chance here to avoid another Rosi situation. I say we take it." 

Doffy raised the empty bottle and smiled. "I love it when you talk sense into me, Vergo. Thank fuck I've always got you."

[veroinfaciem]

Hello! I'm here for the WIP Title Tag Game 🥳

May I acquire some information about 'DR st chrysanthemums' and 'DR st head', please?

Sure you can! :D Thank you for the ask @flamboyant-vampire ❤❤❤! 

Both belong to the I've seen you bundle - an AU in which Doflamingo rescues Rosinante from the Sabaody's Auction House - so they were both written as a part of said fic. I'll address only DR st chrysanthemums though, as the other one is actually a huge spoiler to the small climax of the series (if everything will go according to plan and not off rails, as it tends to do xdd) and I wouldn't dare to spoil the fun so much ;) 

I'll try to be vague anyway and put the leak under a cut. 

So! 

DR st chrysanthemums 

Big part of the fic deals with Rosinante's trauma and oh boy oh boy, our precious bean had it hard TvT 

Part of the PTSD can be compared to a constant loop that's hard to break from, it has its patterns. Title refers to a little detail Rosi remembers (among other things), that just keeps resurfacing from time to time under specific circumstances, all of that making him distressed anew.

One such episode finally prompts Rosinante to start a conversation with Doflamingo about a thing that bothers him a lot, which he never had neither the safe space, mental strength, nor self-permission to address directly before.

As it is now, the conversation ends, but the problem stays open with no real closure nor perfect solution behind it (being more of a shallow ‘rational-advice patch’ than anything) -  it's still too early for healing the years worth of damage and the trauma doesn't magically disappear because one opened up a little to another. 

That conversation creates a new trace of thought in Doffy's mind though, one he's not even fully aware of, posing a question - is Doflamingo really as okay after all that happened to them as he thought?

A small snippet from chrysanthemums to tickle your curiosity a bit (again - it may contain spoilers + sorry for all mistakes, English is not my first language TvT):

(TW: slight gore, DQ’s canon past)

---

The first person you killed. Do you remember them? 

Did he?

Doflamingo blinked.

What kind of question even was that?

Of course he did. 

Doflamingo thought back to the blown skull, sawed-off neck and the blond mustache clumped with blood and grimaced inwardly. What a jarring day that was. His wrists were hurting from all that strain, the bone broke only after a solid half an hour of work, that was such a hassle. Heat was pouring down from the sky, everything around was stinking like rotten garbage, Rosi was howling to the sky in utter anguish and the knife was constantly slipping from his blood-drenched fingers. 

Of course he remembered. Father's uselessness was unforgettable, as seas were long and wide. So were its consequences. 

Small flintlock still burned the wood at the bottom of Doflamingo's drawer, and occasionally his mind.

That's also the day when everything started anew, or rather ended. Both. Equal measure. (He never should have left.)

(...)

“I do,” he just said curtly, widening his smile into something more leisure-like and carefree. “Hair and eyes, skin and all- Why the question though? Are the goners even worth any of our precious time? They're dead anyway.”

Yes. Why are you asking, Rosi? What is going on in that head of yours?

Rosinante was wriggling the paper and biting his lip, mulling over an answer, most likely. A nervous gesture if he ever saw one, but the look in those rusty eyes was a growing fog of inner turmoil and it didn't bode well, at all. Pulling Rosinante out from another episode didn't align well with neither Doflamingo’s schedule nor his blood pressure. “You don't have to answer Rosi.”

Still though, he should. He brought the topic up himself.

Rosinante finally settled on some kind of answer, because the pages flew open and his brother started to scribble those blotchy scratches. He tossed him the notepad, gaze wandering around Doffy's face, almost, almost looking him in the eye.

How do you cope? 

Doflamingo stared at the drying ink.

With what, he wanted to ask, but that could be a tad insensitive of him. And besides, Doflamingo thought he could guess that rather accurately. 

Nothing to tell though.

There was nothing to cope with. 

(Right?)

[asksam]

MEET SAM EVANS !!

auditioning with the song: brutal, olivia rodrigo

And I'm so tired that I might, quit my job, start a new life. And they'd all be so disappointed, 'cause who am I, if not exploited?

BIOGRAPHY & HEADCANONS

wait, is that SAM EVANS? they kinda look a lot like NICHOLAS GALITZINE, don’t they? i heard the TWENTY ONE year old is known as THE CROWD PLEASER around mckinley. it seems like they auditioned to be in DULY NOTED which is so lame? people at campus have said they’re CHARMING, but don’t be fooled since they’re also -STUBBORN. rumor has it, you can find them at SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMING PRACTICE, PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB, FIGHT CLUB, DIGITAL MEDIA CLUB OR AT A GOD SQUAD MEETING when they aren’t belting show tunes. their entire vibe revolves around RED SOLO CUPS AMONG FRIENDS, LONG NIGHTS IN TRUCK BEDS STARGAZING, DOLLA DOLLA BILLS Y'ALL but no one pays attention to that here in ohio.

LIST ABOUT 3+ HEADCANONS ABOUT YOUR CHOSEN CHARACTER!

Sam has a full ride scholarship thanks to synchronized swimming. So while he’s going to school because of that, Sam’s real passion is his impressions. He’s always wanted to be a voice actor and he actually does have a decent amount of followers on TikTok. Because they’re good or because he posts a lot of cosplay thirst traps is anyone’s guess.

He was pretty much homeless during his senior year of high school after his father lost his job. They lived out of motels and sometimes their car when they couldn’t afford a room. It took a while for them to get back on their feet, but Sam’s job at the local DQ strip club helped out a lot.

He’s very upfront on his TikTok about who he is and his past because it might help someone out there. Whether it’s about his dyslexia, stripping, sexuality (pansexual) or just about struggling with his faith, Sam likes to shine bright, but still keep it real.

Sam does a lot of volunteer work on his off time, he loves helping out at the local animal and homeless shelters.

He's not a stripper anymore, thanks to the world wide web, he has an OF that's actually pretty lucrative. He sends most of the money back home still to provide for his siblings, his parents still think he works at DQ.

MY PERSONALITY IS LIKE A RADIOACTIVE ASTEROID, SPEND TOO MUCH TIME WITH IT AND IT COULD KILL YOU.

BASICS OF SAM:

full name: samuel andrew evans. pronouns: he/him. gender: cismale. nicknames: sam, sammy, white chocolate, captain trouty, evans, trouty mouth. hometown: knoxville, tennessee. birthday (zodiac) & age: may 21st (GEMINI) / twenty-one years old. relationship status: single. sexuality: pansexual. religion: christian. occupation: student at mckinley arts college, "accountant". residence: small house off campus with roommates. sports/clubs: synchronized swimming, photography club, fight club, digital media club, and god squad. glee club: part of duly noted. languages: english, ASL, na'vi, very poor spanish. major: digital media. minor: visual communications.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

faceclaim: nicholas galitzine. height:  6'0". build:  athletic. eyes:  hazel. hair:  blonde (natural, but he does a lot of upkeep because of the chlorine water). piercings: he has his nipples, tongue and ears pierced (just like one of his faves teddy altman, but this version) (sidenote: he takes them all out when he's in the pool). tattoos:  ’You can’t take the sky from me.’ across his left forearm, he has 'i'm fine' on his right arm above his inner elbow, he's starting a sleeve of comic panels on his right that's a mix of all comics not just marvel & dc, he has a few manga panels on his left leg from various artists including jujutsu kaisen and attack on titan. (sidenote: sam uses the best waterproof tattoo concealer money can buy to keep them covered for competitions). other distinguishing features:  birthmark above his upper right lip and on the right and left sides of his chin. style: sam has three looks: homeless man, 12 year old boy & a hooker.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

workout buddy: someone sam can spot for/spot for him at the gym, or even just watch his swim routines and critique.

fellow "accountant": either they can just know of each other and help each other out with tips and tricks of the trade or they can create content with each other.

BFFS/platonic soulmates: they know everything sam doesn't talk about on his social media and they get the real bts content of his life.

friends with benefits: this will probably be a dumpster fire of feels because sam absolutely will catch feelings for the other so to quote sam's audition song "i want it to be, like, messy".

study buddy or tutor: sam needs some extra help and needs someone to help study with or your character is tutoring him!

roommate: sam is a junior and lives off campus in a small house with two roommates !!

rival: either in fight club or maybe one of the other clubs, either way sam totally complains about you to his followers.

D&D: you're a part of sam's party, your characters are rivals, love interests, or friends.

I'm honestly down for any connections for my boy so you can absolute DM me on here or on discord !! LET'S PLOT !!

AND HERE'S MORE ON OUR FAVORITE CROWD PLEASURE THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO ADD ON THIS ALREADY LONG POST.

[mystic-story-lover]

~ Save Me ~

Save Me

Matthew Justice x Lana (Gem’s OC!Female Reader)

Word Count: 863

Warnings: Injury kinda sorta

Type: Fluff

Summary: During her match against Vert Vixen, Lana is attacked by RED. To protect her from their wrath, SGC comes to the rescue.

A/n: Due to a special request from Gem, this story is based with her OC instead the one I’ve created.

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For the first time in Revolver history, there was to be an all women’s show,  one that would be special for everyone involved. Eight women in the tournament, two non tournament matches, plus the show later that evening. While she wasn’t scheduled for the earlier show, Lana would be facing Semi-Finalist Vert Vixen in singles competition, a match that was planned to happen ten months prior. If it weren’t for her injury, the match would’ve happened then, and there should’ve been a new DEFY Women’s champion, or so she wanted. Tonight would change that for her, and she’d be damned if anyone took that from her a second time.

“Hey, you okay there?” Vert questioned, appearing from the left side.

“Stressed, honestly. I chased that title for so long, just to lose it to injury once.” Her sigh was met with a nod, and the champion patted her on the back.

“Believe it or not, I know how that can feel. Tonight, though, we’re getting our match.” Before the two women could say more, Lana’s music began to play, and she shifted herself  into focus. 

The fans screamed her name as she strode her way to the ring, the rush of adrenaline in her veins. She knew it far too well, and it sent chills down her spine every time she stepped in the ring. The ropes moved under her body as she leaned against them, finishing her entrance, and she stepped out of the ring as Vert’s music began to play. Carefully, she watched as the woman bounced her way to the ring, the fuel rising in Lana’s veins. It wasn’t solely her who wanted the match, Vert did too, if only to prove herself. Not that she really needed to, but she swore to be the best DEFY Women’s champion, which is why she desired to win this. The bell sounded, and the two women locked up, the other trying to show their strength the fastest. As the match continued, Lana could feel the sweat dripping from her body, and groaned in pain as her leg came in contact with the floor. Before she could pull herself off the floor, the RED music blasted through the arena, distracting her from the match.

“What the hell?” She asked herself, trying to pull herself up to help out, but it was to no avail. The boot of Kelly’s falling on her stomach, preventing her from standing. A twisted smile lied on her lips, and she waved at Lana.

“Hi sweetie, sorry to break it to you, but Vert was attacked. She wins by DQ.” Kelly laughed, lifting her foot to stomp on her again.

Lana wanted to scream out, frustrated at her loss and the scene unfolding on her, but it was no use. This was RED’s game now, and she’d have to abide by the rules. There’d be a time for revenge, and she would get it, but it wasn’t here or now. Squirming around to break free of the hold, she heard the theme for Second Gear Crew, much to her confusement. However, when she saw Vert from her peripheral vision to attack Kelly, a sense of relief washed over her. Whilst she tried to pull herself from the ground, a hand appeared over her head, causing her to flinch, only to see that it was extended from Matthew.

“Hey, I’m here. It’s going to be alright sweetheart.” He condoled, making her smile softly. It wasn’t hidden, her feelings for him, nor was their recent flirting. They’d find each other at shows, and somehow find some way to have their hands on the other, whether it be in a hug or just hand holding. 

Getting her to her feet, Matthew reached under her legs and carried her to the back bridal style. Her head rested against his chest, listening to his heart while he walked. It wasn’t the normal beat she’d come to fall asleep to some nights, but it was still his beat. As he carried her to medical, he kept whispering sweet nothings to her, reminding her she’ll be okay. When the doctor finished checking her out, he helped her leave for the hallway, where she needed to rest a moment.

“You didn’t need to do this.” She groaned out, holding her stomach.

“Yes, I did sweetheart. You were hurt, now hush and let me get you to catering.” He insisted, resting his hands on his hips.

“No need, I got her water for meds.” Manders called out from down the hall.

Matthew didn’t say anything, only nodded at his friend and tag partner. Manders passed her the bottle when he reached their destination, and she thanked him. As she took the meds, Matthew smiled lovingly at her, wanting her to be okay.

“Hey buddy, maybe we stop staring, yeah?” Manders chuckled, slapping his friend on the back.

“Shit, sorry sweetheart.” A whisper on her nickname, something he’d hadn’t done around friends before.

She didn’t say anything, just brought a hand up and grabbed a handful of his shirt. With ease, Lana pulled him down, and kissed him.

“Keep calling me that and I just might do that again.”