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[agatharkn3ss]

Nicky's Rio son too.

I feel there were so many lines that imply this and the finale is starting to make more sense - especially because the dandelion in the trial!

Jen explains that Green Craft™ is about the cycle of all living things - growth and decay in constant flow. So it's not just about dying but being born too.

So it would track that Rio's love for Agatha was so strong that it actually created life - Nicky. However, there would be consequences to this because proper balance had to be maintained somehow. Rio probably even warned Agatha about it, but Agatha always believes she is above the rules so in her head she probably thought she had every right to Nicky (maybe even her "prize" that she alludes to in their final confrontation). This would really add to Rio's hurt - Nicky was her son too. She thought she was giving Agatha a gift of life, but instead Agatha sees her as this cruel "evil" that "gave her nothing". To her Rio is the one who just "took."

It feels like it is also implied by Rio at the start of the episode when she says "This walk with another woman's son on a road that doesn't...". She could be referring to Nicky being her son.

But I think Agatha finally accepts her truth during the final trial when she sees the dandelion seed in her cameo. She even says "Out of Death - life" as she grows it because she finally understands the literal implications of that phrase.

That Dandelion is representation of Nicky. And sure enough, as soon as the flower grows and blossoms, it quickly enters the final stage - when it turns into the seeds that can be scattered by the wind again and continue the cycle of life. Because guess what, "dandelions produce seeds asexually by apomixis, where the seeds are produced without pollination, resulting in offspring that are genetically identical to the parent plant".

When Nicky is born, we could probably assume it was indeed asexual reproduction - Agatha says she didn't use a spell or incantation, but instead he was made from scratch (obviously a clever nod to his name). On one hand it could be read like Agatha is astonished how something this magical could happen without actually using any witchcraft. However, this also feels like a suggestion that maybe she is just amazed at how he could possibly exist. Kathryn Hahn in her recent interview alluded to how the witches didn't need men, babies were just born. So it was Rio's "dandelion seed" that made it happen.

It is the second characteristic of dandelion species is what seals the deal for me - "the offspring being genetically identical to the parent plant". Nicky as the offspring of Death needs bodies to survive in this realm. During his birth Rio says she can offer only time, because she can maintain the balance, as long as Nicky gets his bodies.

That's why she hates Rio and calls her evil - not because of Rio herself, but because of what her "genetics" did to Nicky. Agatha would rather have people believe that she is this evil witch killer that traded her child for the Darkhold, than anyone to know the awful truth that it was Nicky who was the cause of the killings.

In the flashbacks, there are those remarks about how they haven't "eaten for days" and that whenever Nicky was poorly he said he was hungry. Agatha said she couldn't create the food for him (and protect him from what's coming). She could've cooked that goat they had with them if they were really that hungry (btw, I still believe that goat is Senor Scratchy), but that wasn't the "food" that Nicky meant.

And just like Billy, Rio couldn't just take Nicky. He had to "turn himself in". It was his choice not to kill any more witches. On the day Nicky dies, he says "My mother needs me home". I think he is talking about Rio here, since he usually calls Agatha "Mama". This is the moment the decides for himself and goes home to Death.

I feel like this opens the possibility that we will indeed see Nicholas Scratch in the future (and have a role similar to the one in the comics). That maybe even he might not have "died" because he is an offspring of death, so he just exists in some Underworld realm, where he no longer needs bodies to survive. Maybe Agatha might have hoped that by killing more and more witches, she will bring Nicky back to life/this realm?

And the Ballad really was a protection spell she made for him too?

This would also be a more plausible explanation why Agatha went to kiss Rio when Billy asked "Is this how Nicky died?". I feel this was more of an apology to Rio for hating her for Nicky's treatment, because she finally understood why she had to do it?

[syndrossi]

Restoration AU Concept #1: Bran

One little post-Halloween treat: the first 1Kish words of Restoration AU, aka the "what if Resonant Daemon, Jon, and Rhaegar wake up with their dragons in Jon's universe, just after the Stark kids get their direwolves?"

I decided to go with Jon and Rhaegar being together at Winterfell, separated from Daemon (who is suddenly in the Vale), rather than splitting all three of them up. The last thing any of them remember before getting reverse summerhalled (aka winterfelled) is visiting...Winterfell. The twins are around ten-years-old here, and the hatchlings are roughly horse-sized--technically rideable, but they'd fatigue quickly.

x~x~x

It was Bran who spotted the strange light to the southeast, from atop the towers he was constantly scolded for climbing. It was mid-morning, the sun bright and glinting off the late summer snow, but this light outshone even that, forcing him to squint, his eyes tearing up. It winked a few times, dimmer each time, like a candle sputtering out, and then faded.

Bran continued staring in that direction, hoping to catch a glimpse of what might have caused the glint. Magic, he thought to himself with a mix of dread and delight, before frowning. Magic existed only in stories, Father was always reminding him, like the ones Old Nan would tell.

Bran’s focus was rewarded after a minute when he saw several dark shapes moving at the edge of the wolfswood, two large and two small. Men with horses, he thought at first, but the larger shapes started to rise, form elongating, until they looked like distant ravens.

But they are too big, Bran thought, puzzled. They disappeared into the forest, but the other shapes remained, small dots in the vast expanse of snow. Someone needed to be told, and he struggled to decide who. Father would think it his imagination, as would Jory.

Jon, he decided finally. Jon and Robb.

His brothers might tease him, especially if the distant forms turned out to be wild animals, but they would be curious enough to go looking. They might even let him come along. Bran was just as good on his pony now as Arya on her horse, and he had seen a man beheaded under the king’s justice. He stole one last look at the edge of the wolfswood, just to be sure the two men—it must be men, he decided, perhaps even wildlings—were still there.

They were.

Bran made one stop along the way to seek out his brothers, visiting his direwolf pup in his bedchamber. He had put on weight in the week since the direwolves had been brought back to Winterfell, the six littermates having been accepted at the teats of Rodrik’s red bitch. His eyes had not yet opened, but Bran eagerly checked each day, secretly hoping that they were red, like Ghost’s.

Bran carried the sleepy pup to the kennels, where he crawled over to suckle at one of the open teats of his canine wetnurse. He stroked the top of the pup’s head, watching him wriggle happily in response, and then bounded out of the kennels. On his way to his bedchamber, he had spotted Robb and Jon in the yard, doing trick shots with their bows.

Bran waited until they had exhausted their arrows and gone to retrieve them, then moved to help. Jon gave him a small smile as Bran handed him one of his arrows, his brother’s silent way of thanking him.

“I saw something by the wolfswood,” he said to him, voice hushed. “While I was up on the tower. I think—” He hesitated. If he said that it was wildlings, then his brothers might not let him come, but he did not want to lie to Jon, either. Only he didn’t know for sure what it was, Bran reminded himself. “It might have been elk, or a boar.”

He had heard Father talking about the king’s upcoming visit, and that the king liked to hunt, and that they would need to select the best hunting grounds.

Jon studied him quietly, the way Father sometimes did when he thought he might be lying, but Robb had overheard and nudged their brother. “If we scout worthy game for the king’s hunt, Father will thank us.”

“Is that so?” Jon asked, lifting a skeptical brow. “Admit it, Stark, you’re bored.”

“I am bored,” Robb agreed, his smile unabashed. “And I could do with some air.”

“I want to go with you,” Bran said, squaring his shoulders. “I saw it. I can show you where.” As they continued to hesitate, he added, “It is not very far!”

“I see no harm in it,” Robb said finally. “So long as you do exactly as we tell you.”

Bran gave an earnest nod. “I will!”

Jory was informed of their planned excursion, and the captain gave his blessing—so long as he accompanied them. It was better than being denied, Bran decided eventually, swallowing his disappointment at not getting to do something adventurous with just his brothers. The last summer snow had melted enough that they were able to venture out on horses, and Bran settled eagerly onto his pony, directing the group toward where he had last seen the strange figures.

About half a mile from the edge of the wolfswood, Bran caught sight of the figures again, pointing them out to Jon, who nodded and did the same to Robb and Jory. They were men, Bran thought now, and he wondered if they were wildlings too, from beyond the Wall. Bran found himself ushered to the back of the horses as they proceeded slowly for another minute or two.

“Children,” Jory said, sounding startled. “Two of them.”

Bran tried to peer around Robb’s horse, but it was difficult. Their pace quickened again, and after another minute, they had reached the wolfswood, finally close enough to the children for Jory to call out a greeting, which was returned warily.

Bran was allowed to pull his pony alongside Jon’s to look at them. They weren’t wildling children, he was somewhat disappointed to find, their clothing fine—though not well suited to the cold north. The other children were huddled together, shivering, and Bran felt sorry for them.

They were older than Bran, and maybe older than Arya too, but not by much. They were both staring at Jon, who was staring back at them, and Bran realized why after he looked closer at them. One had dark hair like Jon’s, though worn longer, and he looked like he could be his brother—one of their brothers. The other had hair so light it almost blended into the snow, pulled back into a long braid. Bran had thought he might be a girl at first, but he wore a knife sheath at his belt, which meant he couldn’t be.

Jory had dismounted to approach, while Robb whispered quietly to Jon, “Siblings of yours, Snow?”

Bran studied them with even more interest, uncertain what Robb meant. Robb dismounted as well, following after Jory, who had removed his cloak to offer it to the other children. “Who might you be, lads?”

“Jon,” said the boy who looked like Jon, which made things even more confusing. He scooted closer to the other boy, wrapping the cloak around them both. “And this is my twin brother, Raymar.”

[aprocessionofthoughts]

In the Graveyard

ectoberweek24 day 1- graveyard shift fandom- dp x dc tw- none summary- Danny sees something unusual

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Danny hums quietly to himself as he walks between the graves, picking up trash and wilted flowers. The moon is full tonight, and the sky isn’t too clouded which is nice, especially considering this is Gotham. He takes a bucket and rag and starts cleaning off the gravestones.

Of the two jobs he has, this was probably his favorite even though it hardly paid. But it’s peaceful, and they let him work at night. It’s also a way for Danny to spend his time since he doesn't need to sleep. He can. It was just… nightmares. He’d rather be here, earning a little bit of money then trying to sleep through memories of his time in the lab.

He’s almost done, ready to go back to his apartment and enjoy a cup of coffee and some late night t.v., but as he stands and starts heading towards the last row of gravestones he feels a shiver crawl up his spine. His breath clogs in his throat, and he feels his eyes flash.

There is something tugging at him, pulling him toward one of the graves he’s already passed. 

He follows the pull. It doesn't feel like a ghost, but there’s something there, something he can’t ignore. 

As he gets closer the pull gets stronger, and with rising fear he can see the dirt shifting on one of the graves. And like in a horror movie, a hand presses up out of the dirt.

Danny freezes for a moment, before jolting forward. He grasps the hand in his and pulls, using his intangibility to pull the person through the dirt. The boy, because the person can’t possibly be older than sixteen, collapses on the ground. Danny crouches by him, turning the boy over onto his back. The kid’s dressed in a fancy suit although it’s streaked with dirt, and Danny winces when he sees the kids fingers are bloody, fingernails torn.

He dug himself out.

Who would bury a child. Danny glances at the gravestone. According to the inscription the kid died six months ago. Danny feels the barest touches of ectoplasm, it shouldn’t be enough to turn someone liminal let alone raise someone from the dead. 

But none of that matters right now. He has to get the kid to his apartment. Danny doesn’t think he should take the kid to a hospital. They’ll ask too many questions that Danny won’t be able to answer. No. he’ll take the kid with him, treat his wounds and try to find out what happened. If the kid is liminal he might need Danny’s help with the side effects.

“Hey there, kid. I’m going to take you back to my apartment, okay? I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I promise. I’m going to help.” Danny glances at the gravestone again. He hopes that the kid can go back to his family, that they’ll accept him. But Danny won’t force it. He knows that sometimes families can’t accept when you’re different from what they want. 

But Danny can’t help but hope this kid’s, Jason according to the gravestone, family will be different. That they’ll be loving and accepting, all the things that Danny’s family wasn’t.

He picks the kid up, his eyes stare blankly up at Danny.

He’ll need some help coming back to himself. Danny will feed him some ectoplasm.

He’ll take care of him. 

Danny will make sure he’s safe, and that no one can hurt him.

[platonicyanderereverie]

Platonic yandere: Childe, Scaramouche, Aether and Xiao

With an innocent fem! Reader.

[Warnings: none,]

Childe

Childe most likely met you out on a mission. Maybe you were just skipping around Liyue Harbor or collecting flowers; either way, he would be drawn to your innocent and air-headed energy. You would likely remind him of one of his siblings, which would lead to him accompanying you, as your naïve nature would be a bit concerning. Naturally, he would take on the role of acting as your protector. He would definitely treat you like a little sibling, that's for sure—waffling on about his accomplishments and generally acting like a cool older brother.

Expect piggyback rides and gifts. Oh, you made him a flower crown? He's keeping it forever. Scraped your knee running around? He's fussing over it. Your innocent nature would also make things easier for him, and just like with Teucer, he'll most likely keep his Fatui affiliations secret. All you need to know is that he's always there for you.

Over time, he will progressively become more overbearing, eyeing the people around you with suspicion, as he believes you're too naïve to figure out when someone has ill intentions—and he would like to keep it that way. In all honesty, your innocence is something that he feels must be protected, no matter the cost.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche probably met you during one of his exploits in Inazuma. At first, your presence was nothing but a nuisance. You might have approached him with innocent questions, curious about who he was-questions he found irritating, especially when he felt the hollow spot where his heart should have been shiver slightly, a reminder of a certain child whenever he looked at you.

Scaramouche would do his best to keep his distance, acting cold and often laughing to himself at your naïve, innocent nature. But something in him itched when he saw you wandering around, your wide eyes taking in everything with such unguarded curiosity. He couldn’t stand it. Yet, somehow, he still found himself scoffing as he accepted the rather shabby flower you handed him.

That split second of vulnerability would be his downfall. He began to let you stay by his side more often, responding to your upbeat questions with little more than grunts or short answers. But he would be lying if he said he hadn’t grown used to your presence. In fact, he’d send a death glare to anyone or anything that dared interrupt the moments you shared.

Over time, an uncharacteristically softer gaze took over his expression whenever he looked at you. Sometimes, he’d even let you cling to his arm or seek shelter under his hat when it started to rain. Your innocence was... refreshing. And he’d protect it fiercely. The filth of the cruel world wouldn’t taint it...not on his watch.

Aether

Aether most likely came across you on his travels, helping you out with something and being drawn in by your innocent nature. He would walk alongside you as you innocently waffled on about what you had done that day. He would take his time telling you about all the things he had done on his travels, taking pride in how your face would light up in awe when he recounted some of his fights and the things he had seen. By all accounts, he would be an amazing hero in your eyes.

But Aether would find himself concerned at how careless and naïve you were, making him feel on edge and constantly glancing your way. So he took it upon himself to be your bodyguard of sorts, walking around the city with you. He would always try to help you with anything and everything, no matter how small. In a way, he missed having someone to take care of...that being said, he won't take no for an answer.

Looking for a few herbs? Don’t worry, he’ll fetch them for you! Can’t reach something? He's already behind you, grabbing it. And so on and so forth. The traveler really does mean well, so it would be rather rude of you to decline, wouldn’t it? And it's not like you have much choice in accepting his help, either way.

Xiao

Xiao would be cautious at first around you. Maybe he rescued you from some monsters you came across near the inn. He would tell you to be careful and insist you call his name if something happens.

He would be rather distant but not outright cold when it came to you. He would feel a little off-put by your innocent and naïve nature, making you seem too fragile to be around him. But his worries would get the better of him as he began silently tailing you when you ran off alone at times. You just seemed so... brittle to him. Even though he was afraid of you constantly being near him, it didn’t feel right to leave you on your own, and so he allowed himself to lower his walls just a bit.

He would let you put flower crowns on his head, and although not engaging much, he wouldn’t push you away, finding your presence rather soothing. This would lead to him being even more of a silent shadow, always extra cautious of any threats.

He’s always there, even if you don’t realize it...so be careful.

°•▪︎•°

<<Notes: Sorry this was a bit rushed😭>>

[oceisastar]

if you're accepting of like, an aphrodisiac kink, would you do skott (hsr) grinding on male!husband!reader after getting powdered aphrodisiacs thrown in his face......

If not then vanilla (just some praise), honeymoon sex is fine ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ

MDNI (skott x male!husband!reader, aphrodisiac wine, grinding, skott is horny for his husband, rimming, it’s just pretty cute tbh)

omgggg. we’ll do liquid aphrodisiac bc it’s easier to incorporate but let’s go

do not repost / translate / re-use my work in any shape or form.

**

Skott often gets ahead of himself—especially when he’s drowning in work. Years of wheeling and dealing, you suppose.

You were going to offer him a taste of some… ‘special’ wine and slowly work your way up to it, but Skott is nothing if not all in. He had snuck into your wine cabinet, stealing the sweetest red and to his knowledge, was going to have a totally normal evening with his husband.

Given his reaction about 30 minutes later, that was not the case.

“Haah, c’mon, what’re you standing around there for? T-touch me.” Skott hiccups, dragging your hands up his chest as his back is flush to your front. His slender body arches into your touch, hungrily seeking more of your heat.

You oblige him with a smile, sucking at his earlobe. “What has gotten into you, sweetheart?”

“Mmm, I don’t know but I feel so, ah, hot. Oh, fuck that feels good.”

He must’ve had quite the dose, because he’s standing hard at attention, straining below his pants and it’s barely been 10 minutes of grinding.

“Naughty Skott.” You smirk into his ear. “Did you get into my stash?”

“O-of what?” He pants, grinding relentlessly against you. You’re starting to get hard—I mean, who wouldn’t when such a tantalizing treat was rubbing his ass against you?

“My wine, sweetheart.”

“Yours, schmours, it’s our wine. Our property is shared since we’re m-married.” He pants out, a soft sheen of sweat on his skin. When did it become so hot?

You smile, hands running up his thighs and holding him in place as you indulgently grind against him.

“O-oh! That’s it. That’s the spot, god, I love you so much—” he babbles, stuck in a haze of lust, moaning and writhing as the heat in his body reaches a fever pitch.

“Fuck me! I need you to fuck me, please.” Skott pants, dragging your hands to squeeze at his waist.

The feeling of your clothed cock pressing against his ass makes his stomach jump.

“Of course, baby.” You smile and drop to your knees.

***

Your tongue works its way into his hot, tight hole as he’s bent over the kitchen counter, spit drooling from his mouth, glasses askew.

“Oh my g-god!” He gasps, hips jerking upward as you eat him out mercilessly.

You lick and suck, enjoying all the ways he stutters and shivers, making all sorts of sweet sounds for you.

“Maybe we should give you an aphrodisiac more often, Skott. I like this side of you.” You say, massaging his balls, slowly stroking at him as you continue to delve deeper into his hole.

“Huh?” Skott mumbles, lost in the daze of lust.

You laugh warmly. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ll take care of it. Now, lift that ass up for me.”

***

After painstakingly stretching him with both your tongue and fingers, he’s dripping all over the kitchen floor, barely hanging onto the counter.

“C’mon, big guy! Gimme your cock!” He slurs, cheeks flushed a deep red as he looks back at you over his shoulder.

“‘Big guy’?” You snort, hands finding his lower back. “I’m your husband.”

“Okay, geez, fine.” Skott rolls his eyes, “Gimme your cock, my husband, partner in crime, love of my life, is that bet—oh!”

The moment he starts endearing himself to you, you slide in. The swell of his body is a tight fit, hot and desperate as you begin to press in.

“Sweetheart.” You grit out.

Skott reaches back clumsily, grabbing at the back of your neck as he arches his back, pressing you deeper in. “That’s it, oh god. I need it so bad, need you stretching me out just like that—”

You fuck him slowly, taking time to let him warm your cock. His walls are velvety and eager to welcome you in, just like they always are. Skott is always a perfect fit.

The first time you took him is as sweet as the last.

You fuck him until late in the evening, his shirt splattered with his release, a beautiful mess as he finally begins to come down from the aphrodisiac in his system.

“Fucking… hell…” Skott pants, skin covered in bite marks and cum and sweat.

You kiss him deeply, reveling in the way he melts against you.

Let’s just say you have a special plan for your anniversary wine…

[gem-de-lune]

Daily Vibe Check 11/1

Big shifts today for the rest of the members.

Seunghan

The Chariot + 4 of Pentacles + 5 of Chalices

He is in the same driving energy as yesterday, but there are some underlying fears. He is very motivated, but he is also preparing himself to persevere no matter the outcome. He seemed very energetically admant to express that this is a fear that he is working through, not a feeling. As in, he is not feeling as depressed as the 5 of Chalices. He wanted to express that clearly. He said that even if things do not go as well as he hopes he will not do that and will still work hard no matter the response, outcome, or otherwise 🥺

Wonbin

The Wheel + 10 of Wands

He is feeling very overwhemled right now. This has always been a present feeling for him in this situation, but right now it is coming to a head. The wheel truly signifies the fact that things are still not solidified enough, not grounded enough for him to find relief from all the things he has been juggling in his mind, heart, and in the physical world too. He cannot comfortably comfort anyone anymore because he himself is not feeling like anything is set in stone yet. This isn't necessarily negative, but it is just kind of "up in the air" for him, and he is waiting, seemingly patiently but mentally impatient, for a firm 100% guarantee.

Sungchan

Knight of Wands + Hyerophant + 5 of Pentacles + 4 of wands

So he has a lot to say, lol. Similarly to Seunghan, it seems Sungchan wanted to talk about how he feels, as well as his fears and anxieties separately. He is not feeling anxious or fearful today, but these things like the 5 of Pentacles are in the back of his head. The 5 of Pentacles is always significant, especially when it is pulling to the right or left of another card. Here, when I pulled it, the 4 of Wands was to the right. He is expressing that his fear is only being able to look at "family" as a distant longing from afar, and not being able to enjoy what he does anymore even though it's right before him shining and sparkling. Sungchan has made it very difficult to get real answers from him because he again was just not ready and wants to be positive and an older brother adult figure to everyone (the Knight and Hyerophant) Just and carrying out the wills of everyone positively. But he has these worries like everyone else, so I am glad he finally allowed me to communicate that today. Please send him some positive vibes today.

Anton

9 of Wands + Judgement

For Anton, something has significantly shifted. He is being a bit less brash. He was shifting like this before into calmer fire energy, but now it is definitive. He is more so embodying an impenetrable wall of lava, I'd say. He has spent a lot of time gathering opinions and advice from others on these matters, and he is finally at his point of silent rage and the will to prevail. In terms of everything going on he has more or less accepted that he must wait for certain things, but he is very firm in that he will absolutely take action if anything were to be unjust or simply not right or honest. He is drawing a line, and all who pass will have him to deal with. For now, he is sitting back, watching, and waiting.

Eunseok

Ace of Chalices + 5 of Swords

Again, there are a lot of changes here. Eunseok has finished watching and waiting, lol. He is done with his observations, and similar to Anton, he has come to terms with how he personally feels and it is consuming. Differently, though, is how he will act today due to this. He has made a much more direct decision than I had ever expected. He is legitimately upset and angered. He is now not that concerned about starting an argument over the matter, which makes me think that he will be more brash and less filtered than usual. He will be less sensitive to others and less accommodating. He may withdraw a little from others because of this, or others may withdraw from him unless they are on his side fully. Overall, it is almost like him, and Anton switched approaches lmfao. He is very active today and probably hanging around outside.

Sohee

3 of Pentacles + 7 of Wands

Sohee is feeling a sense of comraderie for a mutual cause. I get the sense that he has come up with some sort of plan, or he and others have come up with some sort of plan to do something significant. Alone with this is sort of a promise to himself to value those he works with and stands beside, to hold his ground and not waver. If he is doing anything today, it has to do with collaboration or teamwork to develop some sort of plan of action or pact. In terms of emotion, he is very motivated and feeling relatively good and inspired.

Shotaro

8 of Wands + King of Swords

Taro is now a bit over his little decompression break routine. I think he has calmed down and gathered his thoughts and feeling well, so he can now put into action what he has been thinking very productively andbyeild amazing results. I think that he out of all the other members has not outwardly and candidly expressed his stance to people at SM as much- he has really been unserious to this point but still on the side of Seunghan and the members. But now he is ready to actually express those things after gaining some energy from a rest and recharge period. He may be more outwardly expressive in terms of this matter and not necessarily vocal, but you will clearly know what he means now. No more games.

Final Notes:

I said for a few days now that things are shifting. This is the turning point here when it comes to the members. Things are feeling very realbfor them now. I honestly think there is something they are brewing rn. There is a lot of similar "comradery and planning" energy for literally every single one of them. Something is coming.

[thesharktanksdriver]

Determination!: The all blue night (platonic)

Masterlist for the series.

I put in Zeff’s manga reasoning for loosing a leg this one cause it makes more sense and is much more impactful in my opinion. Like I get they didn’t want to put in he ate his own leg to survive because it’s super dark but I digress. Sorry for the slow rate I’m writing stuff school has been taking a big toll on me inspiration wise and kinda mentally too lol

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At some point in a long while hunger becomes or less like second nature

You knew the feeling intimately

It starts as a burning pit that consumes your entire stomach

Eating through stomach lining as acid boils over and spills into the rest of you

It travels and burns

Eating you away as hands scrape against the midriff to try and alleviate the ache

The pain

The want

The need

The agony

But eventually the pain becomes background noise

As does all pain after so long

You’d died so many times in so many different ways and yet starvation is one thing that is familiar to you

And like how death is your friend whom you see oh so often

So is hunger

Nights spent alone clutching a completely empty stomach

The pain becoming almost a comforting sensation in its familiarity

At some point you’d just accepted that your stay hungry

That even when dying over and over again and occasionally treating yourself to a meal you’d stay hungry

Because even when you ate it was never enough

Stomach still aching and swirling in its emptiness and collapsing in on itself

At some point a long time ago you used to go to bed with a full stomach and now each night your rocked to sleep by the pain of an empty one

Things used to be different

And you can’t remember what that was like anymore

So you just accepted as it was

And so you accepted you’d be forever hungry

Ending up a cruise ship wasn’t your intention but just as most things that happen to you it quickly becomes a new experience

And as always you go with the flow of things

Ending up on the cruise wasn’t planned

Nor was ending up somehow being found by a young chef boy who helped cover for you

But as always fate seemed to have different plans

And you just rolled with it

The boy’s name was Sanji, he was 10 and helped you hide in the storage area of the cruise

At night he’d sneak you out

With hands much like your own, scarred yet retaining a soft and caring quality he’d guide you through the halls

Past the creaky floorboards he knew by heart after 2 years of apparently living on this ship

Through the elegant dining rooms that housed grand chandeliers and checkerboard floors

Beneath the white table cloths of spotless tables he and you sit

Quietly looking at recipe books together or sharing stories between the two of you

Sanji was apparently from the north blue originally, but found himself on the cruise that now housed him called the orbit

The chefs found him one night

Scared and alone pillaging the kitchen

They took pity on him, partially out of genuine concern and intrigue at seeing the spark of talent in him

And since then he’s been cooking and calling this place “home”

Though that was a vague term

Much like yourself Sanji had ambitions beyond this small boat cruising the sea

He wanted to find something

Wanted to be something beyond an errand boy

Wanted to cook for anyone who’d have his food

To ensure they didn’t go to bed hungry

The way he describes it to you under a table in candlelight resounds something in you

Especially since he then takes your hands, promising he’d ensure you’d be full

That you’ll have the best food he can provide

All for you

Someone who’s still a stranger to him

A stowaway on a cruise meant for upper crust but not quite celestial dragons (yet they both act the same either way)

And he still promises he’d do everything in his power to make you content

He cooks for you as if you were someone important and not a stowaway

You nod along not having the will to tell him he’d never be able to do that

Not when you can’t remember what being full felt like anyways

And so you lie and say your full after you finish a plate even if your still staving

His blinding smile is able to make you feel the pain momentarily go away anyways

Sanji tells you one night of a place called “the all blue”

Supposedly it was the place that connected the north, south, east, and west together

Creating a sea where creatures from all four seas could coexist together

It was a chef and fisherman’s dream

But it was just that

A dream

Unattainable and imaginary

Or…at least that’s what everybody else thought

But not Sanji

And certainly not you

He speaks so hopeful about his dream

Of finding the all blue

Of proving everyone wrong

Of making his dream come true

He has the spark to do it

You can tell by his eyes alone

Sapphire hued just like the waves of the ocean he seeks

Similarly he sees a spark in your eyes as well

Almost seeming to Glow in hazy candlelight

And as you say you believe in him

In his dream

Believed in him when no one else did

Well, who’s to say he couldn’t become more motivated

Especially when your eyes shine like stars above the sea

And when in the candlelight highlighted by luminous stars hidden in irises he asks you about your dream

And in a haze of memory and emotion you tell him a story

One you cannot remember now but he holds dear in his heart

The story of wanting

The story loss

The story of loneliness

The story of a family torn apart

And the story of a devil fruit

By the end of it all you and Sanji sit in a darkened kitchen

Two stowaways on the same ship (though one is welcomed and the other is a mystery)

Both connected through the spark of a dream to sail the seas

One’s purpose clear while the other is hazed

But either which way the two talk in an empty kitchen and eat

Unknowingly both know what it feels like to starve

And both know loss

The two of you make a pinky promise, when he finds the all blue you’ll be the first to have one of his meals and you promise you’ll always be his friend

The raid of the orbit comes out of nowhere and somehow predictable at the same time

You’d come to know that your luck was something that ran out quite fast

And unfortunately you were no stranger to things such as this

But typically when a ship went down you were on the deck

Now instead you were in the storage

Stood atop boxes that were quickly being eaten up by cold unforgiving water

Yelling and screams echoes down quickly flooding halls

Waves crashing so Harshly against the ship that it begins to crack the wood, doesn’t help that the invading ship is bumping into it either

Confusion spreading through you like wildfire as the water continues to raise higher and higher

If you were anyone else you’d be scared of dying to such a fate

But your not

Your more worried about Sanji as you trudge through the wading waves

Feet becoming heavier and heavier with each step you take

Feeling as if concrete was slowly forming shoes over your boots or chains manifesting from the cold water that sucks warmth from you

By now it’s just above your waist and the effects of it really begin to hit you

Soon enough you’d be immobile

Unable to move and frozen like a Statue for the waves that’ll sink you with it

If you didn’t die from the cold first but you doubted that

With how the steadily rising of it your definitely drowning before hypothermia or shock

Though at this point even the pain of choking on salt water, it quickly filling your lungs for the burn of air loss to help fill the liquid

But then you hear sloshing through the blaring of your ears

And your name

It echoes and for a moment you need a moment to realize what was said or who even called out

But then it hits you

Sanji

He came back for you

Came back knowing you’d be in danger

Came back knowing you were in an area with water

Came back knowing you’d be eaten up by the waves if he didn’t

Came back because he knew knew you ate a devil fruit

Shaking cold hands grab your own and he drags you with him

But at the point in which the water gets to the point of immobilizing you he decides to pick you up instead

Placing you on his back as he drags both himself and you through flooding halls

Water splashes

Yelling continues

Sanji’s rapidly thumbing heart echoes through your ribcage as you helplessly lay your head on his shoulder

He should’ve left you there to save himself

You say so to his face

But despite that he yells at you for being an idiot

About how in the hell you expected him to leave you there to die

Not when he promised he’d cook you the first meal he’d make when he found the all blue

Not when you were the only one who enjoyed his cooking

Through the chaos you and him stumble out into the deck

The boat rocking violently as rain and sea water pelts down on you like hail

Your still weak because of this, the water soaking you to the bone

But thoroughly out of being submerged you slink off of Sanji’s back

But he holds your hand

It shakes in your grip

He’s scared and you can’t blame him

Swords clash all around the two of you, and somehow both of you weave through the carnage

For reasons you don’t like to think about he seemed used to fighting just as you were

But unlike you who content in laying down and dying he fights

Sanji will die clawing to survive

It’s why he picks up a sword

Why he points it at a pirate despite the fact he won’t win

Why he pushes you behind him even if your stronger and older than him

Because Sanji cares

And that’s something very rare now in the world

Even when the captain of the crew comes up to the two of you Sanji doesn’t back down

He proudly declares his dream

To find the all blue

And within that captains eyes you see it

That same spark, that same dream, that same determination

Though it’s dying and faded it for a moment lights up once more

You see it before being engulfed by water and grasp for it

You, Sanji and the pirate known as Zeff end up on a barren rock in the middle of the ocean

No grass nor trees

Just a jutting stone too far up from the water to safely jump in from or fish

Stuck after the captain with dimming eyes saved both you and Sanji after a colossal wave swept the two of you off ship

In the water despite your attempts in making Sanji let you go he didn’t

His grip had held stead-strong as he kept trying to pull you up with him

Unable to even as air escaped his lungs

But Zeff intervened

And the three of you were alive for now

But you could hardly call this living

You sit with Sanji looking out towards the sea, hoping for a ship to cross by

The food given by Zeff won’t last long to feed either of you past a few days, you know that

Even if Sanji does his best to ration it between the two of you

You know one of you won’t survive

And you know you won’t let it be him

Starvation is not a new go around for you

It’s probably your most common death besides dehydration, drowning or hypothermia

But it’s not a fun way to go even if the pain of a empty stomach became commonplace for you

You can’t let Sanji die that way

Not before finding the all blue

So when he’s not looking you hid the food he gives you

Hiding each piece and scrap of moldy bread

Keeping it from his sapphire eyes that become more and more sunken like your own

Keeping the fact how much pain your in from him

You distract from it all by telling him more stories

Of singing songs even if your throat feels like sand paper is scraping against it with each word

Each syllable

Each hum

But you don’t care

Not when you see his eyes reignite with hope

Not when his sullen face pulls up into a smile when you tell him of when you learned piano from a crew who befriended a whale

Not when they sparkle with curiosity when hearing of a land atop the clouds with white winged people

Not when you see the slightest bit of ease when you tell him of the constellations

Pointing to the stars and explaining their meaning

Telling him how no one was ever truly alone when the stars hung and watched

That’s what’s you had told yourself after so many weeks alone drifting

That the stars were watching

That you weren’t alone as you clutched Roger’s coat closer

Everyone was made of stardust and in the end that’s where they returned when they died

You weren’t alone, not with the stars watching over you

Not when Roger was watching over you

As you lay awake while Sanji clings to you for warmth you pull the coat closer around the two of you

One night as Sanji slept you snuck to the other side of the island

Zeff doesn’t face you, but the smell of iron lingers in a scent as familiar as the sea to you

Blood

It stains the ground and air in its presence

It’s familiar to you though, even if that’s a sad fact to admit

Sitting down next to the old captain you look to the night sky

Your oldest friend of them all

Bleak and empty with the stars being the only boots of light penetrating the deep darkness

Dead stars continuing to shine even after being extinguished, their light still traveling eons away to hit your eyes in their gentle glow amidst the sorrow and joy of life

His hand trumps your shoulder as you sit next to him, he can probably feel the bone beneath now paper thing flesh

Fat being eaten away by your body to try and survive

Leaving you a shell of yourself even moreso than him or Sanji

He can tell, and despite not looking in his diminishing eyes you can sense the horror in them

His shaking hand is enough to tell you

But despite it all you smile at him, now looking at the weathered man

Your eyes speak volumes that he can’t decipher in such little amount of time

But even with that he sees the understanding and acceptance of your own fate

And it crushes him

Grinds him down to his very spirit

And Zeff is left speechless as you tend to his tourniquet and stump of a leg

Still bloody and raw

You don’t flinch at the sight at all

If anything you gaze at blood and gore as if it were normal

Examining it as if it were a paper cut before assuring him it’s luckily not infected and that he cut off his blood circulation correctly

How you knew this knowledge was beyond him

And yet you knew it all the same

Humming a soft tune to yourself that he hears softly in the daytime across the little barren rock of an island

It’s raspy and quiet

And at the same time hauntingly loud in his ears

It seems to linger there even as you go back to Sanji

As does the fact you know what your fate is

And that there’s nothing him nor the boy could do for you, your body on the cusp of death that nothing could change that

But all the same you smile and sing in the face of it all

As if awaiting death like an old friend at a bar

Drunk on the remaining days of your life as you sung songs awaiting his arrival

You’ve always known when your time was near, you always seemed to sense it before it had come

Maybe death was a sentient entity and you’d just been able to sense it better as time went on

Or maybe you were just so used to your body shutting down that you’d noticed the signs before it happened

But either which was you knew your time was soon

There was no crying about it

Nor shivers of fear

If anything it felt more like a release and a hopeful occasion

Because you’d be released from the hunger if only to feel your stomach become empty again (but for the moment you wake in that void where you clutch a golden star the pain is gone)

If only to be released from this barren prison and find a way to save Sanji and Zeff

Because if you died you could get them help

That was seemingly the only purpose of your powers anyways

Die

Comeback

Rinse and repeat

You were fine with it though

As long as it meant you were able to help others (even at your own expense)

Every moment drags on

Every twitch of your finger takes so much out of you

Your body not having enough to power it

Despite it though you sit beside Sanji one last time

You sing for him and tell him stories

Tell him of the grand line and its wonders

The new world and its mystery

Trailing off occasionally for a break as everything becomes harder to do

The words seeming to slur and slosh around in your mouth

He can tell something is wrong

By the tears gathering in ocean blue eyes he knows

So he savours what you say

What you tell

What you sing

The words being engraved in his mind as paper thin skeletal hands clutch his own

That night he falls asleep much later than he usually did

He sits staring up to the stars you’d told him of

His grip deathly tight on your hand

Thumb lightly grazing your pulse as if to ensure himself your still there

Still breathing

Still alive

Using your pulse to try and keep himself awake even if it’s wasting precious energy

When he eventually drifts off with tears gathered in his eyes (knowing you’d be deathly still in the morning, cold and stiff and forever asleep) you tell him to find it

The all blue

He dreams of that place when you slip from his grasp

He dreams of the fishes mingling together when you take out the scraps hidden away and placing them in his pile

He dreams of preparing when you hobble over to Zeff

He dreams of cooking when the old man begs you to eat, to be selfish and you reply that you are being selfish. That you want him and Sanji to live for your sake and that was as selfish as it came

He dreams of serving you a dish when the old man can do nothing but hold you close and not want to let go and yet eventually you slip away

He dreams of your reaction as you say to Zeff your gonna go get some rest and promise to get them help with a gentle smile

He dreams of sitting beside you with his feet in the water wadding slowly, the sight of a sunset fading quickly into night

Briefly he jostles momentarily awake when you lay back next to him, smiling and telling him to get some rest

Halfway asleep he nods, partially thinking it was his dream because he’s had no one care for him like this except you (and mom and maybe Reiju)

So of course for the moment in which he’s only partially aware he sees it as a happy dream

You hold him close and he goes back to dreaming

He dreams of you sitting by his mom in that hospital bed, a dish for the two of you in her lap while you fade into the nothingness that is night

When he wakes that morning he wakes up alone and cold

He lays there for several minutes sobbing to himself as he notices the food he rationed out for you a few feet away untouched and moldy

Sanji sobs and his all blue eyes spill with tears

Across the island the old man does the same

Your body is not on the island and unknowingly to them faded to stardust

But both later come to the conclusion that in your last moments you’d decided to take the plunge into the water

To not leave them with a rotting corpse on that barren rock (since despite both of their hunger neither would eat your corpse. Zeff could eat his own leg in desperation but that was his leg, not the dead body of a child)

A reminder of both their failures

One in protecting the two young children he sacrificed his leg for

And the other in promising you’d be the first to taste his dream

Unbeknownst to them across the sea a young child reports to a ship of being a survivor of the orbit

Saying that they saw two others shipwrecked on a rocky island jutting out from the ocean

As a ship is sent off to investigate an odd group of crows end up dropping food on the barren island to Sanji and Zeff’s bitter relief

Two loafs of bread and a canteen of water being able to get them a few more days before rescue

The urge to go see them is there within your heart, but for their sake you decide not to

You’d caused them too much pain in the first place

You don’t want to rub salt in the wound

Plus you’d prefer oregano instead to season yourself

Sanji is a troubled child, he’s self aware to know that about himself

It’s perhaps why everyone hated him

But for some reason you didn’t and surprisingly enough so did Zeff

The two of you handed out kindness to him as if he deserved it

As if he weren’t a failure on so many levels both genetically and emotionally

In a sense he could get why you did it, a kid only maybe a year or two older than him

Someone he viewed as his closest friends despite the relativity of time spent together and as a sibling he wishes he had (the now healed bruises and scars you saw but never pushed to ask about as you helped put salves over the old wounds are evident of that)

Someone who sacrificed themselves for him, for some fucking reason saving your food for him even as you withered away before his eyes

If he had been more watchful he would’ve noticed it, but being half there on that island starved and scared left him more like a shell

Made him ignorant until it was too late

He could accept why you care, but he can’t accept why Zeff cares

Can’t accept why this man, a hardened pirate would give a shit about him

Offer him kindness

Take him in

Mentor him

And eat his own leg to ensure Sanji and you wouldn’t go hungry (partially worked in the end)

Sanjis sometimes gets kindness from women, moms warm hugs are evident in his mind as is the tears from a sister who tells him to go and be free

Sanji’s sometimes kindness from those his age, your the shining example but he can also think of a few guests in the orbit who played games with him in its halls

But most of all Sanji has never experienced kindness from a man

So seeing Zeff go out of his way for him

Seeing how Zeff on the rescue ship doesn’t let anyone hound him for invasive answers and ensures he gets food first

The good food the ship goers give in pity that he scrounges up with a snotty noose and runny eyes, Zeff always lets him eat first before having his own fix

How Zeff rubs his back as the both mourn

It means a lot more than words can say

As does the fact that Zeff on a silent night says he’s going to open a restaurant on the sea

And that he needs staff

A silent invitation that is solidified as Sanji quietly takes his hand with tears in his eyes

If the old man is crying Sanji doesn’t comment

Not even if raindrops fall down from a clear night sky and pelt his dirtied kitchen apron

Not when he’s held close in loving arms

Not when they sit in the deck both brokenly humming the song you’d sing like a broken record

Out of tune and off key

It plays when the two of them cook in the kitchen of the baratie

Sanji always looks to the stars when he takes a smoke break, Zerg occasionally accompanying him on the balcony in a somber silence

And even though Sanji hates wasting food he can’t help but make an extra plate sometimes

Can’t help but subconsciously make more than needed to feed someone not there

Zeff doesn’t comment on it and tells the others to lay off if they ask Sanji about it

He can’t judge when he sometimes does the same

Can’t when he sometimes looks out to sea and hears your humming in the waves

The small song sung by a raspy throat that helped ease hours of the days spent on that barren rock

Days in which he worries of his wound being infected

Days in which he worried for the boy who shared his dream and the child who looked as if they accepted death

And it stays with him

Because Zeff can so clearly see your sunken face when he spots a starved begger on the street

Can so clearly see how you curled up at night trying to keep Sanji warm as skeletal hands clung to you

Can clearly see your eyes when he stares out at night, the full shine of stars that looked so bleak

Can so clearly see you valued the two of them more than yourself no matter how either of them tried to save you

And yet they couldn’t do it

You weren’t here anymore, no body to bury or honour either

Nothing but a barren rock and cold salty water to serve as your grave

The chefs at baratie try to question when one night a year they see Zeff and Sanji leave a full plate of food on the deck

But none of them ever get an answer except it was for someone hungry they couldn’t feed

Patty always tries to chase away the crows that peck at the food but each year they return to eat that plate of food until nothing is left

And oddly enough the murder always seems to leave behind a loaf of bread in the plates place

Years later a cannonball crashes through the baratie

Cracking and breaking timber in of what Sanji calls a home

Besides that and a marine asshole with his beautiful date it’s a mostly normal day

Not the worse he’s experienced

Nor the best

Average would be the best way to put it, the baratie often times seeming more like a fight club rather than a proper cooking establishment

If the smirk wasn’t enough I n the douches face then it was the fact he wasted perfectly good food

The thought sickens him

A sunken starved face stares back at him from the wasted soup

Boney and dead

It leaves him sick to his stomach especially when a starved pirate stumbles through the door

And everything seems to come back to him all at one once

Especially the man’s eyes, they look too much like your own on those last few days on the hellish rock

Soulless and empty

When he places a plate in front of the starved man he doesn’t expect anyone from the dinning room to follow in his example

Not with their cheering of the man being beaten down by patty

But stepping through the side door someone follows

He extinguishes his cigarette and turns around just as he hears the clink of another plate being lowered to the wooden deck

And it’s there that Sanji freezes

Your eyes stare back at him in just as much shock

A cigarette long forgotten falls to the deck and is extinguished when he steps on it

His arms wrap around your own as tears drop freely from his eyes

You hold him the same as you did the last

One hand laced in golden hair while the other pats his back

His knees buckle from the weight of it all

This has to be a dream

He only sees you in dreams or in the faces of the truly hungry

Your sunken starry eyes staring out from others

But your here

And your healthy and safe and alive

And despite the fact he’s confused as all hell

He can’t help but thank whatever god there is out there that your here again

Not just a reflection of a memory

Your here

When you pull away he can’t help but want to pull you back just to ensure you don’t go

To not make the same mistake that Zeff did in letting you go that he still regrets every single day of his life

But as you pull away you do so entirely, you hold both his hands as he kneels to match your level

A confused starved pirate watching confused as hell alongside a boy in a straw hat

“I know you probably have a lot of questions” you say, your hands fidgeting in his with nervousness. You expect him to be mad, to blow up at you and yell at you to leave but he doesn’t, instead you feel his thumb rubbing circles comfortingly on your knuckles. “Think you can get the old man? I think I owe it to you to explain….oh and I’ll pay for the food. I grabbed a random plate on the way here”

[elllisaaa]

NOT EASY FOR YOU - L. CHAN

KINKTOBER DAY 19 - OMORASHI + SPIT

SUMMARY : after having taken you out a on a bunch of dates, you got comfortable enough to invite chan to come have a last drink at your apartment after a night out. chan really needs to go to the bathroom, but he doesn't want to cut off the conversation flowding fludily between the two of you, especially not when he had been meaning to ask you out for ages. so he stays here and tries to not think about his growing need to pee, even if it might lead to an accident.

-> pairing : lee chan x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.1k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : sub!chan x dom!reader, omorashi & piss kink (if you don't like it, don't read !!), spit kink (obviously), reader and chan are both a little fucked up ngl, handjob, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, deepthroating, face fucking, use of 'good boy', begging

+ the way i'm depicting chan does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | svt masterlist | kinktober 2024

Chan had never been the one to make the first move when it came to relationships - he was too scared of rejection, too scared of breaking a blossoming friendship, too scared of not being interesting enough. So when Seungcheol introduced him to you as his friend, even if Chan was smitten by how breathtaking you looked, and how smart you were, he couldn’t bring himself to ask you out on a date for the life of him. 

And it stayed this way for months, despite all his friends and even Seungcheol pushing him to just shoot his shot because they knew for a fact that you were also interested in him - Chan still didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You actually had to make the first move, asking him out to the movies, just the two of you. And he was over the moon, couldn’t believe his luck nor how well this first date went, even when he was borderline awkward because of his nervousness.

But that didn’t stop him from asking you on a second date, and a third, and a fourth, and so on. Everytime Chan had a moment, he took you out and the both of you had the best time together. Tonight was no exception as he invited you to the restaurant, having made a reservation in a place you had told him about a few times already. Once again, everything went well, but as this night held the promise of going back to your place after, he felt all his nervousness from the first few dates come back full force. 

So Chan drank, a lot more than what he was used to - be it cocktails, wine or water, he just needed something to hopefully make the knot in his throat go away. And just as it was planned, the two of you went back to your apartment. It was the first time he went to your place, and here again, he wanted it to be perfect, he wanted everything to go well and not mess it up. You proposed the idea of having a last drink, and even if Chan was starting to feel really bloated from all the liquid he already had, he accepted, not wanting to turn you down. 

However, as you sat down on your couch to continue your discussion, he quickly realized that he would not be able to handle it for too long. He really needed to go to the bathroom, but he didn’t want to cut you off. Every time you talked about something that fascinated you - like right now - your eyes were sparkling and you seemed so excited to tell him all about it that he didn’t dare interrupt you, that all he wanted was to note down every little information about you. But maybe he should still ask you the way to your toilets ? Maybe he should have but he didn’t, sitting there and trying to hold back his urge as he closely listened to everything you had to tell him. 

"- Are you okay Channie ?"

Shit. You noticed. You noticed how squirmy he was getting and how he could hardly hold back at this point. But he really didn't want to get away from you, even for a minute. You kept on saying that you were having a good time with him, and he didn't want to lose his chance with you because he drank too much to water down his stress. 

"- Yeah, yeah, don't worry."

His excuse was lame but however, you seemed to choose to believe him as you returned back to the subject you were talking about before this interruption. And as much as Chan really didn't want to go to the bathroom, it was starting to become really, really urgent. He couldn't even focus on what you were saying for too long, too concentrated on not moving around too much and on not leaking in his underwear. 

Though, all it took was you putting your hand on his thigh for him to jump in place and feel himself let go just a little. Chan's eyes widened as he felt himself leak into his underwear. He was able to stop it before he grew a wet spot on his pants, but it was his signal that he had to go to the bathroom now before he literally pissed himself in front of you - which would be way more embarrassing than leaving you for a few minutes. He stood up quickly, making you confused at his strange behavior again. 

"- I... Uh, could I use your bathr-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, Chan felt himself leak again, but this time, he couldn't stop it. His hands got down to grab at his crotch in a desperate attempt to stop the flood but it was too late. He looked down in shame, whimpering as he watched the material of his pants get darker and pee pooling at his feet, the sound of it splattering onto the floor adding to this humiliating situation. Tears quickly filled up his eyes, feeling so embarrassed at literally pissing himself in front of his crush, and the fact that he could feel you staring at him made it even worse. He had earned himself a few dates with you, you even invited him over to your apartment, you trusted him, and he had to be an idiot and be disgusting. He didn't even know what to say when the flood finally stopped, not daring to look up at you but seeing the puddle he left on the floor was even more mortifying. Chan tried to hold back his tears as he looked to the side, hands still covering his crotch even if the rest of his beige pants were now soaked with piss. 

"- I... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm gonna clean up everything, I'm sorry."

As he was talking, he realized how shameful it all was, his voice breaking on the last word. You must be disgusted by him, and you would probably not want to see him ever again, and you would probably tell all his friends and yours, make fun of him and laugh at him. And maybe that was even more embarrassing. He didn't know, but at this moment, all he wanted was to be swallowed by the floor as he didn't even want to move to not make any more of a mess. 

"- Channie, look at me."

Your tone was soft and soothing, something he wouldn't have expected. He felt so bad right now, and it was hard to cross your gaze when he was literally standing in a puddle of his own piss but he did it nonetheless - because if it was his only chance to not make you hate him forever, he was taking it. Chan looked at you, cheeks burning up, and tears almost spilling out from his eyes. Though, you didn't seem disgusted at all, a glimpse of something else burning in your eyes. 

"- I'm really sorry, I don-

- Stop apologizing Channie, it's okay. 

- W-What !? 

- I said it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong, yeah ?

- But I-"

He interrupted himself, his cheeks heating up even more. He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud, too embarrassing to admit that he just pissed his pants in front of you. But to his surprise, you just giggled and stood up from the couch.

"- You're so cute. 

- M-Me ?

- Yeah, you baby. So stop being so embarrassed, okay ? Actually, I think it was pretty hot."

Chan couldn't believe what you were saying. That couldn't be true. Surely, you were only trying to make him feel better and let him down slowly. However, when you got closer to him - close enough to step into the puddle on the floor - he started to believe it a little more. 

"- Y-You thought it was hot ?

- Is that so hard to believe ?”

You had gotten close enough to be able to brush your fingers against his cheek, loving how he shuddered underneath your light touch. You smiled widely as you leaned in, mouth staying inches away from his for a few seconds before you kissed him, your lips moving against his as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“- Do you believe me now ?”

Your breath was falling on his parted lips, eyes blown out with desire. Chan couldn’t believe what was happening right now, he couldn’t believe that your first kiss was right there, with you standing in a puddle of his piss.

“- Y-Yes.”

His voice was still shaky, but he couldn’t control it. Not when you were slowly getting down to your knees with an attractive smile on your face. Chan opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly closed it again. The last thing he wanted was to stop you, even if the shame was still in a corner of his mind as he watched his pee soak up the material of your long skirt. 

“- You’re okay with this Channie ?”

The boy nodded at you, and he seemed so far gone already, it was really, really cute. You took his hands in yours, slowly moving them away from his crotch that he was still uselessly hiding. The sinful vision of you licking your lips as you took in his wet pants made him swallow loudly, getting harder by the seconds. 

“- Stop me if I go too far, okay ?

- Y-Yeah.”

But both of you knew that he would most likely not say no to you in this situation, you both wanted this to happen just as much. So you didn’t wait anymore to pull his pants and underwear down, revealing his cock to your hungry gaze. Chan was already half hard, and he didn’t even know if it was all because of the situation or because the way you reacted to his accident excited him more than it should have. 

“- Spit on it Channie.”

He looked in your eyes for a few seconds, as if to make sure that it was really what you wanted, before he opened his mouth and let his spit dribble down to your hands and his cock. You smiled up at him as you collected his saliva to jerk him off, adding your own to the mix and making him moan loudly, his eyes glued to the mess in between his thighs. 

“- Good boy.”

Chan never thought he’d be the type of guy to like being called that type of name, but coming from your mouth, it sounded so good, and he couldn’t help the way his hips were aimlessly bucking up into your hands, as if to take more and more of what you were giving him. Luckily, you seemed to take the hint as you got closer to his cock, until you could lick at his tip. 

“- Fuck… You’re so hot Y/N…”

You chuckled, because you couldn’t help but think he was cute, even in a situation like that. However, you still rewarded him by taking his cock in your mouth, pushing it as deep as you could and breathing through your nose as you jerked what you couldn’t fit yet. Chan was already a moaning mess, his fists closing at his side, hesitant to bury his hands in your hair and fuck your throat like he meant it, but he didn’t want to push his luck. 

That was until you noticed and reached for his left hand, bringing it to the back of your head. And when Chan experimentally tugged on your hair, you hummed in approval around his dick. That was enough to make him definitely lose his mind. From then on, the cute and shy Chan you knew disappeared, replaced by a man who could never get enough. He thrusted into your mouth roughly, contrasting with how whiny and desperate he sounded whenever you swirled your tongue around his length. 

“- I-I’m close… Can I… Can I cum in your mouth, please, please ?”

You hummed around him, and that was his last straw. He stilled his hips, his cock buried deep into your throat as he came. You did your best to swallow as much of his release as you could, his whimpers elevating the longer you sucked around him. When you finally let him go, you were both out of breath, but you were far from having had enough fun. You stood up quickly, immediately going for a kiss that swept Chan off his feet. And as he let your tongue in, you spit back a mixture of his piss, his cum and both your saliva back in his mouth. The sinful action made him whimper against your mouth, and you smirked as you detached yourself from him, licking your lips as you stared at the beautiful mess you left behind you - the puddle of piss still covering the floor, and Chan looking so fucked out already. 

“- You definitely earned yourself another date Channie.”

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[weakheroo]

Yhwach with a concubine s/o ♡⃝

Tbh I don't see him having other concubines other than you, so you're VERY special.

You had this raw reishi that pulled him in.

At first he told himself that he only chose you to fulfill his needs, but started rapidly growing softer towards you.

He tried convincing himself that he was probably just being gentle with you because of all the intimate acts you two shared, definitely not love or some mortal emotion like that.

Until one night when you were laying asleep next to him, he caught himself subconsciously admiring you, the moonlight enhancing your features, your soft hair framing your face. He felt a need to protect and cherish you.

You made him feel emotions he didn't even feel during his mortal days.

Then he just accepted it, he loved you.

The other quincies had pretty mixed reactions, some were jealous, some worried about you lol but majority especially Jugram, Bazz B and the Schutzstaffel were glad Yhwach finally found some affection since they felt like he really needed that. Plus he's not mad and grumpy all the time anymore. Then they started realizing how much of an impact you have on their majesty. Other than not being angry all the time, his spiritual pressure overall seemed well...not that suffocating anymore.

The Bambies love youu, and have a goal to make you a part of the friend group one day. They think you're so pretty and cute and cool since you pulled the king of quincies. And the Schutzstaffel definitely tease you after an interaction with Yhwach, Gerard saying "you're making our king go soft!"

Makeout sessions are sooo sweet and sensual with him.

When you two make love he loves looking into your eyes and hearing all the sweet noises you make. At first he tries being slow and gentle so you can get used to his length for some moments before he loses it and just thrusts into you.

Likes doing it in the private hot springs. He says he's going there to relax, but ends up doing something else when he sees you. He just can't resist when you look so good soaked in water.

Is in bliss when you ride him on his throne, leaning back, his arms resting on the thrones arm rest. He finds it adorable when you grow tired and ask for help. He puts his hands on your hips and helps you out anyway while teasing of course.

He loves knowing you're walking around with his seed inside you, stirs the possessivness in him. Likes recieveing andd giving. Likes tying or cuffing your wrists with his own reishi.

Loves all your body, one day he's a thighs man, one an ass man and one day a boobs one, its always a surprise to you.

His schrift is A for Aftercare! yes applaud I'm so funny Its the BEST. He'll always ask if you need anything, and if he was too rough he'll say "sorry darling, you're just too good~" then just cuddle you, his hands soothing your skin if you feel sore anywhere, while he whisperes soft praises in your ear.

Requested 𖩩̈ 𖩦݄݃

[riza-jes]

Part 2: Luffy’s PARENTAL figure — ACE!

I rll wanna continue the thought of Parental Ace

But with more detailes connected with staff of Ace’s being single parent status, who leave his child at home more than less unwillingly.

Like…

He understand completely all these crazy parents who freaking out after one second after realization that they lost their kids in one blink.

Bc with Luffy?

You can’t relax until this child is tired and fed. Bc Luffy always could be caught in trouble. Eaten, beaten, lost or worst of that.

Possible on the edge of the cliff towards the ocean.

So 24/7 Ace keep his eyes on Luffy.

It’s not like his baby brother is burden, no, of course not. But any kind of danger or possibility of getting injuries in Lu’s case always turn into disaster with great damage. It’s not like his baby brother is weakling, not at all, he’s getting stronger every day. But still it’s Ace’s responsibility to take good care of his little brother, be support for him in the way Luf couldn’t do yet.

After all, Luffy is all Ace has. ( all what’s was left)

And maaaybe some times (especially when he set the sail) Ace couldn’t sleep too well cuz he can’t hear his brother’s sleepy mumbling and perpetual cowering. Ace couldn’t be alone for long timeme , and become nervous if he couldn’t do just smth (find food, make campfire, find edible or etc — just parent with hyperactive cheerful boy, who need everything and one more thing). So in the start journey finding weakling Deuce rll help Ace be enough tense for his own convenience.

on the Moby Dick Ace still has his BIG BROTHER-PARENT tone, especially in situation when he’s become too worried for his new siblings. And it’s not loud mouth shout, no, shouting doesn’t work on Luffy every time, and after Sabo…, well he learn the Makino-san’s way.

Calmly, clearly, briefly and with a slightly shown concern in his facial expressions, Ace conveys his message. But it is worth adding that for the person to whom such a speech will be addressed, it will become abruptly cold and he will feel the embarrassment that usually appears when a parent catches on to anything that has been carefully hidden, and the desire to listen.

It’s kind of sad and funny bc if the sides is switch, Ace for quite long time couldn’t find out why are exactly they mad or concerns of his safety. ( there is possibility for med stuff to gossip about Ace’s behavior what’s similar with pattern that single exhausted parents usually has.)

And there’s another idea why he, in the first place, listen Whitebeard. it’s cuz in some more than less ways Newgate similar with Garp, but Whitebeard is that one who besides knowing of Ace’s heritage, willingly and quite warm gives warm affection and recognition to Portgas. Stable, strong enough with all shit Ace throw at him, who accept him and gives necessary protection. ( like Ace does himself for Luffy everyday in the seven years).

Whitebeard is a parental figure who is not going to disappear for months like Garp did.

Whitebeard gives him comfort and physical affection willingly (which Garp didn't, and of which Ace himself gave to Luffy and sees it as an indicator of love and attention).

Ace is little brother for whitebread crew but still has the same vibe as Newgate has when the deal come to children on the island, the whoooole Big cool brother thing, or the role model. After one encounter with the few juniors in the crew, or while on a mission under Ace's command, it will suddenly hit a random crew member that Ace strongly resembles Whitebeard.

His attitude, his aura.

The aura that resembles the Oyaji.

Or another situation where this similarity is seen when one of the Whitebeards watches from the sidelines as the Spades crew works.

Already allies to the Yonko, but not yet so connected to the rest of the Nakama, the Spades acted as a well-oiled machine under Ace's leadership.

Maybe that's when the idea of appointing Ace as a possible division commander was first thrown in.

part 1

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Aishite aishite aishite by ado feels like a killer song

him begging to be loved and noticed in such a savage and violent manner feels like him to me

Hm, perhaps. Im usually iffy with these types of songs with killer mostly because it tends to lean more into that “yandere killer” “lovesick killer” area in the fandom I don’t really like, mostly because the fandom seems to have a hard time differentiating between a character’s internal experiences and what they actually allow themselves to show, and how they express it.

Especially if they put killer in stage 1 in the context of these violent savage songs. Tendency to make Killer too intentionally and aware of violence and savagery when in Stage 1 (these moments would like horrify and scare him, because they do not feel like they’re him actively deciding to do it, it feels like something outside his control, as if a part of his mind just isn’t his anymore, ), and too openly emotional in Stage 2 too easily.

When in, Stage 2 would try his damnedest to keep all that tightly hidden away and beneath a mask of indifference while he subtly tries to manipulate and control, I feel. Too open, too vulnerable and needy and weak—and he wants the full of extent of it all safely hidden away inside where no one can see it and use it.

It’d probably show up in small easily missed or excused away actions and behaviors and words, and perhaps he’d even try to rationalize his desires and wants as somehow actually being for the object of his affection’s benefit (taught to belief in existing to serve, taught to belief in not having emotions), if he views said person as stronger or someone who fills that role—such as Color.

Such his want to be loved being rationalized as Color needs to be loved, and that he needs that from killer—needs it feel and be real, like he does. And he’ll do it the only way that feels familiar—pain, violence. Either inflicted on the other or on himself by them. Made even worse when he feels so disconnected from the relationship, remembers what it was like in Stage 1 but can’t feel it, can’t trust if any of it was real. If he actually loved this person, or if he just thinks he does.

It’s an attempt to connect, deep down. Even if he can’t fully recognize it himself—prevented by through the lens of what he was taught. And to many onlookers it’s probably be hard to tell if he’s being genuine or just playing yet another game—or worse, if he actually wants this or just thinks this what the other wants from him— in the case of the other being stronger.

(The difference between this is shown between Nightmare vs Color, btw. Both people Killer views as having power over him, and would instinctively feel the need to ensure he serves them.

Difference is he’s not hurt when Nightmare rolls his eye, and he’s not upset when Nightmare praises someone else instead of him, and he’s not instinctively afraid that he’s going to stop existing in Nightmare’s mind if Nightmare happens to have his attention drawn to someone else.

He’s not upset if Nightmare looks through him or talks at him than to him, it’s just accepted as what it is. Yet in the case of someone like Color, all of this could feel like a rejection, or an abandonment, or like he’s not worthy.

All this from both could make Killer feel like he’s not real, difference is he wants to be real to Color. Wants him to see him. Killer may not frame it as love, as least not for a time, but he does crave Color’s acknowledgement and attention—his validation. He wants Color to treat him—see him—as real, in contrast to everyone else who didn’t.

All is too say I want him to be doing his usual shtick, trying to get colors attention in a way that makes everyone question him (cue delta saying “you want to prove yourself? Start by not making Color question you.”), but color just looks at him with that look, and places a soft hand on killers cheek, and killer falters like ‘don’t look at me like that, why does he care. that isn’t real’ and yet he’s still subconsciously leaning into colors touch before he immediately straightens himself back up.)

[a-couple-of-notes]

OKAY what a finale, folks! Deliberately not reading everyone else's thoughts until later (although I did chat briefly with @kshaar -- thank you for enduring my walls of Discord text), but I'm beginning my processing by writing this out.

I have a few issues with how all of this played out, as I'm sure many of you do, but I mostly really liked this finale. I'm so, so aware that it's hard to stick a landing--especially in a fandom as theory-heavy as Marvel, with the dedication of the queer fanbase on top of it. I think it's commendable how much they executed well, and how deliberately they aligned it with their vision of the show, not the one that would make everyone happy (if there is such a thing).

To the stuff I liked: unpopular opinion, but I like the order of the episodes as it is--final big boss fight first, quiet intimate flashback as the finale. Or, at least, I see the vision--I'm still iffy on whether the pacing actually feels good, but that probably needs another rewatch. This show has always been about unpacking Agatha, peeling off her masks until we get to some kind of truth, ugly or beautiful or both. Of course the ending is the truest thing we've ever gotten out of Agatha--the real story of her son and his death.

I loved everything about Nicky, Rio, and Agatha in the flashback. It is so beautifully mundane. A mother's love. A natural death. Selfishness. Grief. Anger. It's gorgeous, and the version of the ballad we got felt so, so fitting.

Everything about Jen! That unbinding spell...whoo. Sasheer Zamata knocked it out of the goddamn park with her performance--the joy, the sorrow, the agony of relief. Man. Even if the rest of the finale flopped on its belly (which it didn't), that alone would have been worth the price of admission. (Also ALSO: Agatha hate-flirting with Jen over confession of horrible traumatic action that fucked up Jen's whole shit! The Jen/Agatha truthers win!)

Alice. Alice my beloved. Ali Ahn, you do so much with the little screen time you have and I applaud you for it. I'm very grateful their cap on her arc was "I could make my life mean something/you're a protection witch. You died protecting someone" and not "you get to see your mother again" because, as I pointed out in the tags of one of my previous posts, that's the real tragedy of Alice. Her life, her freedom, her potential.

To the things I'm mixed on: that final battle, man. I think they did an admirable job of focusing what could have been a generic Marvel magic-blast-y slugfest into distinct character beats, but there was a lot going on in that fight. And compared to previous Rio and Agatha interactions, their big climactic one felt a little...weightless. Those factors make it much less clear why Agatha and Rio are fighting--like, on an emotional level; I understand intellectually why--which means that what also feels unclear is...

...The not-a-sacrifice. I like 90% of this. I like that Billy is finally able to communicate with Agatha via mind powers, because he's started to accept how alike they are. I like that Nicky is once again Agatha's turning point. I even can get behind the sacrifice as the creators' intention--not what I would have preferred, but a solid narrative choice nonetheless. Still, I am super unclear what, exactly, Agatha is thinking when she turns around. Is she just remembering Nicky himself--how much Billy is like him and how ashamed she would be if she left? If so, it feels odd that Agatha's version of sacrifice is kissing Rio so honestly. Later, we learn that Agatha was taking a risk to become a ghost. So when Billy asks how Nicky died, is Agatha remembering how Rio gave him time--the kiss as a fucked-up version of recognition, the risk being Agatha relying on Death's special treatment once again? That would be a better end to Agatha and Rio's arc, but there's no expository line, no echoing "I can only offer time." And Agatha and Rio. DON'T. TALK. IN PRESENT-DAY EPISODE 9.

This is my main gripe. I am aware I am griping with Megalopolis and FFC, not the show or its creators. But goddamn if more Aubrey Plaza would have fixed almost everything in that finale--and I mean this in a narrative sense, not just because I love Aubrey Plaza. It would have clarified where Agatha is ending re: her relationship with Rio (and Nicky), and it would have bookended the first episode so well (the three-player drama returns!) I am actually irritated about this.

Ghost Agatha looks so goofy. Like, I understand the vision here--the parallels to her mother, and of course Agatha would find a way to piss off Rio in her own domain. It's iconic. Still. There's something about Ghost!Agatha that's so much harder to buy into on a gut level, a kind of emotional distance created in such an emotional, tactile show.

Billy. Oh, Billy. I like your arc. I like its execution, while heaving a grudging sigh of "yeah, that makes sense for this story but I'm still kind of disappointed" re: the creation of the Witches' Road. I love the idea that Billy's ultimate arc was to accept the darkness in himself, and all the things he's capable of. But I really, really wish Agatha had had one more conversation with...not you. (Agatha naturally falls into a mentor-type role for Billy, which isn't necessarily bad or not part of her arc, but does at least lead to me feeling like we don't get an endpoint for Agatha in present day that's entirely her own.)

And I suppose that's the crux of my mixed feelings: the show began with Agatha asking who she was, before Billy even came into the picture. The viewers get to see a glimpse into Agatha's real self in the Ep. 9 flashback. But at the end of episode 9, Agatha is still running from it. She's barely touched her own grief (yes, yes, insert joke about Rio here), and we don't see her making that choice. I emphasize that because I am not categorically opposed to Agatha not completing her grief arc; god knows 9 episodes would have struggled to do that. I'm fine that they left some threads hanging. It's just that something in between Agatha (not-)sacrificing and Agatha coming back as affably-evil Casper is missing, and it feels like a gaping omission.

Other notes: Billy dramatically charging up the hex to create a memorial was great--another way the finale lets us into the beauty of the mundane. It's not to bring everyone back, or go down the Road again. But it's important, this act of remembering.

Though I'm disappointed we didn't get found family coven true, I'm at peace with how that thread wound up. This was a show about Agatha; the coven as individuals act as foils and reflections of her. They break and succeed in similar ways as Agatha. And they were a coven--a messed-up, broken coven who tried their best. It wasn't enough to save them, but it was enough for them to grow closer to the people they wanted to be. Agatha using something from every witch in her coven--Alice's protection spell, Lilia's divination, Jen's healing--in the fight was truly poignant, and tells me she'll remember them and carry them forward. (Also, the contrast against the flashback! "I cannot heal, I cannot protect you from what's coming, and I cannot divine when she'll come for you." Agatha needed them to be her coven! And they were. And they were.)

Final thoughts: (This is a misnomer; I'm still digesting.) Agatha All Along became a more complex, difficult show than I thought it would be pre-Episode 5. Occasionally this meant it disappointed me, had places where its budget, scheduling, Marvel-ness, and decisions regarding exposition struggled to connect things, but overall, it's a damn good show. And I would rather see a funny, challenging, ambitious show made with love for the craft than a safe, big-budget, chopped-up Marvel movie in a blender. And hey, it was super gay! (Please don't come near me with the "Bury Your Gays" stuff. Please. It's not that, I promise you.)

[pi-mawrth]

Honestly I need to put this out into the world:

I don't think a lot of people (mainly buddietwt at the moment) understand that shipping something doesn't need to be endgame. I can ship buddie and Tevan, because relationships don't have to last forever, they could still be friends after a break up too, but in my honest opinion right now Tevan is what buck needs and people are being way too harsh to Tommy for no reason. Is he perfect? No. Literally no one is.

I promise you it is perfectly normal to love people even if they aren't your forever person, in my opinion, this goes especially hard with queer people and relationships.

[mc-critical]

1.10 / 1.09

[dazais-guardian-angel]

I just wanna say that. there’s something incredibly morbid and gross about the fact that bones took away literally the only thing Sigma had to his name before the casino: his past. And not only his past itself, but his right to narrate his own past. Instead, the TWO lines they do keep about it (about him naming himself Sigma, and finally finding his one place to call home, the casino).... are given to Fyodor to say. Fyodor, his most recent manipulator in a long, long line of manipulators.

And not even just his past, but by extension so many of his strong, strong emotions about himself and what he’s been through and how they’ve made him into the person he is now: his fear, his sorrow, his desperation, his determination, his righteous indignation. His pain. The majority of that is all gone from the anime.

Sigma barely has a story of his own; his past, his suffering, and his emotions are the only things he has claim to, that make him who he is. And bones took even those away from him. Flattening him into an empty piece of paper, ironically, just like he was born from and as.

[like-sands-of-time]

I wonder what ani and padmé would have been like as parents to Luke and Leia, and later grandparents to Ben. Like I don't have any great developed thoughts on that whole au concept I just do love the thought. Ben has so much impressive family, and a lot of uncles and aunts to look up to. If a lot of things had gone a lot differently, idk how, and padmé and ani got to grow older and stronger together, if Ben were to have his grandfather not only as a legend but as a person to hold him and tell him stories, I wonder what that would have been like.