#feel free to send more hehe

[waywardangel-wilds]

Hold

Yay! Thank you for sending this!

Hold:

I hold his hand with both of my own, slowly rubbing my fingers along the multitude of scars there. I don’t really know what to say. I don’t want to be quiet, but I also don’t have any words. It feels as if a lifetime of pain, confusion, and longing filled the space he left behind in his absence, and how could I even begin to broach that right now?

[fictionalsownme]

The fact that Damien canonically carried us to bed because we were too drunk to stand lives rent free in my bisexual head aghshhshshnsls 🥲💞

THEY WERE UNIVERSITY-MATES, YOUR HONOR (ft. my self-insert DA to illustrate the concept 😌💞)

You saying that got me thinking that Damien is so bisexual coded idek how to explain it okay. Obviously the fact that the DA is all of us, aka any gender, aka all genders, makes him queer if you believe he has feelings for us (which like HOW COULD YOU NOT) but it doesn't even matter your gender okay... boy is yearning this hard in the 1920s as the MAYOR?? for his DISTRICT ATTORNEY?? Closeted behavior, I feel. Hehehe ANYWAY--

I'm making a Markiplier Ego Discord!! Idk how interested people are but I thought it'd be fun to try! For now, just let me know if you want to join a taglist for when it's ready (soon!!) and give me name suggestions (please ;;-;;)! 🥰

[uh-i-think-its-frank]

love your writing sm! also your headcanon abt luke loving to be between reader's thighs had me thinking (you can write for this if you're inspired at all btw): i bet he's the type to lay his head between or on top of the reader's legs / kneel in front of them randomly to be all cute and romantic and cuddly and shit but then get turned on and "sneakily" get closer and give off hints abt eating the reader out LMAO

oh MAN I feel like ur right.

more horny posting bc i’m insatiable | MDNI

I feel like he’s a total thigh guy in general but I love the idea that that’s his tell.

Going off of my previous headcanon post, I feel like younger Luke (ANH/ESB) would take a little while to get comfortable initiating sexual encounters, so I can imagine you guys sitting on his bed. Maybe you’re both on your backs, the back of his head resting on your stomach with your thighs on either side of his body whilst you’re reading a book and he’s trying to read a mission report. But your hands are absentmindedly toying with his hair, massaging his scalp (btw, I headcanon that Luke loves having his hair played with. Maybe even tugged the smallest bit - just enough for encouragement, but I can write another headcanon post for that hehe) and he finds himself getting a bit distracted by your fingers. Maybe you’d shift your position and lift one of your knees, bringing your thigh up beside his head and the mix of your hands in his hair and your thighs surrounding him gets him squirming.

You’d ask him if he’s ok and he’d clear his throat, mumbling a shaky “y-yeah” quietly as he pulls the mission report back up to his face, pretending to not be paying attention to the way your thighs move around him.

I imagine he’d just eventually grow impatient. And his impatience is what drives him to finally make a move. Maybe he’d try to be subtle, pretending to continue reading the file before him whilst beginning to trail his fingers across the skin of your leg, feeling the hair and goosebumps raise in their wake.

You’d be clueless at first, truly believing his innocent ploy until he starts to not-so-subtly grab at your thighs, squeezing the flesh between his fingers gently, appreciating the way his hand felt on them.

He’ll know that you caught on when your fingers pause in his hair and he’ll wait for a moment to see if you’ll stop him; but when you don’t, he’ll turn his head slowly, leaving gentle pecks across the inside of your thigh.

His important documents would be forgotten about, draped across his stomach when he notices you sigh at his touch, his kisses growing teasing, his other hand reaching up to toy with the thigh on the opposite side of his head.

Eventually he’d flip over, paper falling to the floor without care as he looks up at you, happy to see a spark in your eyes that matches his, and he’d continue kissing and playing with your thighs, slowly making his way up to kiss at your clothed sex.

From then on, touching your thighs was his tell.

Even when he matures (aka, ROTJ era, onward) you know that if you’re sitting beside each other and his hand finds its way to your thigh, the seemingly innocent touch holds nothing but sinful meaning. He’d know that you knew but would sometimes tease you, swearing that he didn’t know what you were talking about if you ever chose to mention it, all while he’d be lowering himself to his knees in front of you, rubbing up your thighs so that your skirt gathered around his wrists as he lifted the garment, making eye contact with you as he did so.

Maybe after a stressful mission, he’d actually lure you in with earnest innocence, stating that he was stressed and wound up and he’d request that you play with his hair, or maybe you’d encourage him to relax by offering to, so he’ll lay his head on your lap and you’ll begin massaging his scalp. And it truly is meant to be innocent, but you don’t miss the way his hips shift after a while, or when he’d reach a hand up to squeeze your thigh. Or sometimes, he’d skip the other steps all together and go straight to laying soft kisses across your skin, groaning when you give his hair the smallest tug.

Ugh

Anyways

Long story short; Luke Skywalker is a whiny thigh man who worships his lover hehe

[ryllen]

Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( •̀ω•́ )σ 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.

Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.

[chilschuck]

Since you mentioned Mickie, may I request Mickbell with a fem tall-man reader who is super protective of him and Kuro physically (she would be a fighter class I guess, maybe barbarian or something in dnd terms) but kind of clings to him because she is socially anxious and not used to crowds and people? Relying on Mick being the street smart one and trusting his judgement one that?

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ anon this is SUCH a cute idea!!!! i love mick and kuro so much so i definitely wanted to whip something up for you!! i hope this is okay and that you enjoy!! <33

— MICKBELL TOMAS: x fem!tall-man reader

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none, fighter fem!reader & sfw + some love for kuro too! they’re your lil guys <3

꒰ wc: ꒱ 651

✦ lots of love for these two and i love writing for them!! i like to think of you guys as a found family! <3 i hope these are okay!!

✦ The first time you made yourself known as a fighter class, Mickbell immediately knew where he was going to hide during battles from now on. When he (and Kuro, since he made sure to drag him along) found out you were great to hide behind, your protectiveness immediately kicked in.

✦ It didn’t help that you were already protective of both the half-foot and Kuro, always making sure they were safe and out of harm’s way while you did the brunt of the physical work. In awe of just how tough you were when it came to combat, Mick knew he had to get you on his side. (Not that he had to do much work in doing so.)

✦ To say you were smitten with the duo was an understatement. You found yourself clinging to Mickbell when put in any kind of social situation, which would make his chest swell with pride a bit. Especially now that he had both you and Kuro to pick him up and carry him. You were much more cuddly and handsy with him though, which would definitely cause him to sputter out a few flustered words for sure.

✦ Kuro was given lots of attention too. You couldn’t help but want to make sure he was getting enough food like Mick, which he was more than happy about. Giving both of them pats on the head once getting them to safety was routine, and Mick found himself craving more and more of your affections.

✦ Anytime you felt they’d be in danger, you immediately stood your ground, ushering them behind you or even making sure to carry them off to safety like said before. When it came to their wellbeing, you weren’t afraid to crack a few skulls (or other bones, lol.) The rest of Kabru’s party was more than accepting of letting you settle things when it came to your two guys, and grew used to your protectiveness over time.

✦ You knew of Mickbell’s street smarts and past, letting him do most of the talking when it came down to it. It was rather a sight to see when you’d step behind him and Kuro, allowing him to speak for you. When it came to crowds and lots of people, you definitely clung to him, even going as far as to hold him as you walked. (Mickbell didn’t mind this in the least bit. I like to imagine when it comes to you, he’d like to be held and doted on.)

✦ Your height as a tall-man kept you protecting them when needed, but always keeping your guard up. One day, Kabru even pointed out the height difference and relationship, rather amused with it.

— Mick puffed out his chest, hands on his hips in pride. “She and Kuro always have my back! If you think about it, I’m the brains, and they’re like my brawn!”

Despite his words, you couldn’t help but softly giggle, scooping him up after he spoke. You even reached out a hand to Kuro, scratching his head with a sweet smile. “Yeah, you’re my guys. It’s my job to look out for both of you.”

That definitely made him happy, if evident from the rosy glow on his cheeks and even the pleased look on Kuro’s face. You were more than content in fighting tooth and nail for them, making sure they were well aware that you always had them in mind.

✦ You even made sure to sleep beside them, just in case something happened and they needed you. You weren’t worried about Kuro as much as you were about Mickbell, but you had such a soft spot for them both that your protectiveness knew no bounds.

✦ It was safe to say that you had made your own small little family within the party, and both were more than happy with it. (And with you!)

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[ruelin024]

back cause I wanted to share art of my adopt with my friend's adopt with my oc and the classic brothers. ♪(´▽｀)

[blondeaxolotl]

for you, for listening to me yap (and bc im trying to get a handle on writing jamil so i can write my jamikali fic)--🧣anon

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Jamil stepped carefully into the eerily-lit cafeteria, his ghostly escorts brushing past his silver-clad sleeves. The tables were elaborately set up, candles ablaze with blue fire and lace-like tablecloth made of…Sevens, were those cobwebs? 

Jamil squared his shoulders, expression falling from charming and poised to momentarily panicked, before settling on placid and serene. 

And yeah, Ortho might nuke Night Raven College. And okay, yes, his doing so would eradicate all student life on campus, Jamil included. But, it would also take out any and all possible spiders, he was sure of it.

So he turned around and walked right out. 

Or well, he tried anyway. But the moment he shifted, the wispy forms of the phantom guard solidified behind him, the temperature dropping a couple more degrees, and Jamil could feel himself going lethargic, could feel his cold blood start to flow a bit more sluggishly, the usual sharpness of his senses dulled by the frigid air. 

He did not yet see her, the reason he was here, in the NRC cafeteria, but he felt her. He felt her in the bowed heads of his ghostly escorts, in the way he could hear Idia squeak in panic, and in the sensation of cool fingertips as they traced his cheek. 

Fighting off the urge to shiver, he pulled himself together, eyes sharpening as she finally came into focus. Most brides wore veils of tulle and chiffon, but she? She was veiled in death and beauty.  

She was a grotesque amalgamation of bone and skin. She was an ethereal figure of lace and elegance. Sorrow and determination. Haughtiness and anger. 

The enchanted ring sat heavy in his pocket, and the weight of his duty lay heavy on his shoulders. 

Jamil adjusted his cuffs, giving a practiced smile as he stepped towards her. His movements graceful and deliberate, his gaze steady. He’d spent his whole life smiling and playing along to the wealthy, anticipating their needs and acting accordingly. What was one princess to the hordes of elite he’d been serving since childhood? 

He was ready. 

And then, as if on cue, a voice called out from the frozen lineup of suitors to his left.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing, Sea Snake?”

Jamil faltered mid-step, before moving on, ignoring the voice as he dropped to a knee in front of the specter floating in front of him. 

He knew exactly who that voice belonged to without having to turn and look. He sighed, exasperated, but kept his composure. He could apologize later. Right now, he had a job to do.

“Your Highness,” he said, looking up at the dead royal, “I apologize for the interruption, I know it is most uncouth, to intrude on a Lady on her wedding day, but I just had to express my love for you. I think you’re the loveliest Princess that has ever existed, and no one will ever be able to compare-”

“He’s lying! Sea Snake’s a liar!” 

Jamil’s eyes slid over to the left, where Floyd Leech’s frozen form twitched slightly, his body held in an exaggerated position of bored disinterest. Floyd’s mismatched eyes were gleaming with the playful malice Jamil was all too familiar with.

“A liar? For thinking I’m beautiful? How dare-”

Jamil tuned out the ghost princess, locking eyes with his boyfriend instead. 

Stop, his eyes said, just let me handle it so we can get this over with.

No, Floyd’s expression said, I will not. 

Jamil winced, mentally cursing himself. He was supposed to be focused. This wasn't the time for Floyd’s antics, but, as the eel merman was already turning over to the still yelling bride-to-be, it was clear that was never going to happen.

“Hey lady! Shut up already! You talk too much, it’s annoying.” 

The lady in question swelled in rage, her face taking on a bluer-hue as she rose higher in the air, her personal guard floating up with her, desperate to calm her down. The princess shrugged off the soothing hands of her loyal soldier, shrieking as she flew straight down to Floyd’s frozen form and delivered a loud, painful smack. 

“How DARE you speak to a Princess that way? How dare you raise your voice to me, you vulgar, lowly, impudent reject! Why, I should–” 

“Your highness, please,” Jamil hastily spoke, quickly stepping in between the angry princess and his angrier boyfriend, “ignore him.”  

He kept his wary eyes trained on the princess’s still raised hand. “Don’t listen to him, really,” he laughed, forced and strained as he sent a subtle kick to Floyd’s leg, “I meant every word I said.”

“No, you didn’t.” 

Floyd’s voice dripped with annoyance, as though Jamil had made a grievous error.

“Floyd,” Jamil hisseed, trying to keep the edge of stressed out desperation free of his voice. “I’m just here to do my part, okay? I’m just putting the ring on her finger, like Crowley asked. I’m trying to save everyone, including you—”

“Yeah, save everyone,” Floyd interrupted with a scoff. “Except me.” He let out a dramatic sigh, eyes narrowed in a mixture of mock jealousy and irritation. “What, you think you’re just gonna be cheating on me? In front of me?”

“Floyd, you literally didn’t care at all when it was your turn,” Jamil pointed out, all thoughts of the princess gone as he turned around to face Floyd.

He motioned wildly to the still-frozen suitors, and then to Floyd himself as is to prove his point . “You outright pissed her off on purpose. You didn’t even try to woo her. You didn’t even let Jade pull it off! If he had I wouldn’t be here!”

“Oh, yeah? So, I should be more like you?” Floyd’s voice shifted to a high-pitched mockery. “Playing the perfect prince with your pretty boy act and everything?”

Jamil rolls his eyes but, despite his best efforts to remain calm, couldn’t help but mutter fondly, “You’re impossible…”

“You’re my boyfriend,” Floyd continued, his voice louder now and laced with possessive glee. “So why are you over here trying to impress some ghost bride? Huh? You think she’s got better charm than me?”

The ghost bride watched this exchange with steadily escalating fury, her pale blue eyes narrowing in disgust at the absolute mockery of love playing out in front of her. How dare these fakes, these imposters of princely perfection come forth and profess their most ardent desire to wed her, to be her most beloved groom, only to turn around and trade impassioned declarations of love with one another? She reevaluated the one she had smacked twice already–he at least, was honest in his disinterest. The one with the pretty braids though, had to go. Her beloved Prince Idia would never. 

She floated closer as her latest suitor straightened his back, his striking eyes still settled on the one with the teal hair. “Floyd, you were in the lineup before me. Don’t act like I’m the one who started this whole mess. I'm trying to end it. Can you at least let me do that?"

The teal-haired one, Floyd, caught Eliza’s approaching figure, and he smiled, pointed teeth on display. "Yeah, well," he huffed, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "I guess I can, but then, it’s not up to me, is it Sea Snake?"

Jamil stiffened, the sensation of ghostly fingers brushing through his hair reminding him that he wasn’t alone, and hadn’t been the entire time he had been pulled into an argument with Floyd. 

The sound of a sharp slap cut through the air, Jamil freezing in place just like the others. His body went rigid, but his eyes still burned with frustration.

Floyd’s voice rang out in his usual smug, teasing manner, as if nothing had happened. “Oops. Looks like I won this round. So, Jamil... when are we going to stop pretending like you’re actually going to woo anyone else?”

Jamil’s eyes narrowed, a little fire behind his otherwise calm expression. “You seem to forget Floyd, but I wasn’t the one who sabotaged everything before.”

Floyd gave a small, almost bored, shrug in response. “I didn’t need to win her over. She wasn’t my type. You, on the other hand...”

There was a pause, then. “I’m just trying to save you, Floyd.”

"Mm, sure," Floyd’s voice dipped, sounding too satisfied for Jamil’s liking. "But I’m not sure I’m too thrilled about Sea Snake trying to impress anyone else. Especially not her."

"You're impossible," Jamil muttered again, his voice barely a whisper.

“You mad about it?” 

Jamil shifted as much as he could in his frozen state, flexing his neck as he once-more took in the cold that was settling in as the ghostly wedding continued to assemble. Now that he had no mission to complete and the adrenaline had long since left, he could feel the urge to fall into a deep sleep once again creeping up on him. 

He blinked slowly, taking in the mismatched eyes that were staring into his own. “I suppose there are worse ways to go,” he mumbled through a tired yawn, “then falling asleep to the sight of your eyes.” 

Floyd snickered in delight, and Jamil smiled. It was real and not at all like any of the smiled he had flashed for the princess. “I mean,” and now Jamil was really fighting sleep, his eyelids growing heavier with each degree the temperature seemed to drop, but he was determined to put a matching smile on Floyd’s face, “could you imagine, if I was stuck staring into Jade’s? The horror.” 

And Floyd was laughing now, pointy teeth on display once more, and Jamil fell asleep to his favorite smile and favorite sound, the feeling of something long and lean kicking slowly at his legs.

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im not too pleased with it. i feel like if it happened the other NRC boys would not hold back from their heckling. but i hope you enjoyed it!

JUMPING BACK AND FORTH ONTO THE WALLS, I LOVEEEE THISSS SM. Floyd has no chill, literally if this was like a end of the world situation where Jamil had to woo someone into not nuking the world, Floyd would just hit the nuke with a hammer without hesitation instead of witnessing Jamil get with someone in order to save everyone. "Taking everyone down with me" ahhh

WAAAAGG this was a great way to start my morning I'm absolutely in love with this.. Thank you for using my inbox for a fanfic dump I AM HONOURED. But also whole time I was reading it I was just thinking about the brides reaction to just witnessing flojami argue in front of her.. just pure what the fuck

Jamil, you had it all perfectly but unfortunately your eel boyfriend would rather die than witness you rizz up the ghost bride in front of him 😭😭

[tohruies]

hi hi mrs yao !!!! christmas is coming up, are you going to celebrate anythinf with xiangli ? :33 btw, since miss coco doesnt have a tree, here's a little something to say thank you for being one of my lovely moots 🥺

oh! 😁 hi hello mr puppetgear! 😁 christmas celebrations with xiangli you ask! 😁 well actually! 😁 you see, i was th— *dies upon seeing the image you’ve attached to this ask* 😳😲🤯😱😱😱😵💀🪦

[tirfpikachu]

oh no it's 1:20am and i feel existential dread... i haven't felt existential dread in quite a while idk quite where to put it nowadays. i feel all out of sorts. oh my. my dread is existential? i'm used to normie og dread but this is like galaxy brain dread and i feel rather blasé about it but part of me wants to keep poking at it because i'm bored. do you ever feel so bored that you overthink bc the understimulation is painful. do you ever try to drive yourself mad just so you know what to do with your time. this is why i need to stop scrolling and write poetry

[mqriuss]

is aptroid reader a newer model? or an older one?? like imagine the person who gave rindou reader gives him a newer model and says to throw out reader :(( poor baby wouldn’t know what she ended up doing wrong :(

AW anonie why would you do this to me 😔😔

I actually did plan to reveal reader's aptroid model and code in a later chapter, but you know what, all i'll say about her is that she's an Apt-06. So yes, she's a newer model but not the latest. The latest model, the Apt-07, is said to be just as advanced but more obedient. I'm gonna ramble more about it here!

// mentions of sex work, domestic abuse, violence ↓

I've been thinking that the Apt-07 models make up a majority of the current existing soldiers, agents, even secretaries and sex workers (pleasure aptroids). Cuz like they have to be obedient, they have to follow orders and keep secrets and stay loyal, etc.

Pleasure aptroids are considered the companion type as well, but companion aptroids like reader aren't necessarily designed for that aspect of intimacy, though they are capable. The more unfortunate companion aptroids aren't in good hands. Many people that own them take advantage of the fact that they aren't really human so those aptroids get treated really poorly. It gets even worse when the older models start showing signs of rebellion, making their own decisions and expressing their own desires and needs. Rindou isn't unaware of these things.

I also wanna note that no one really uses Apt-03 models and the ones before that anymore 'cause they're not as advanced. And there are only a few Apt-04 models running around and hiding from the 07 models that were tasked with getting rid of them.

Aptroid reader is definitely in better hands with Rindou. Even though he never asked for you, he starts growing used to hearing your voice when he comes home from work, letting someone else patch him up after getting injured at work, eating takeout with you, and sleeping beside you every night. That, and as i said before, you're not some spy—you're just an aptroid girlfriend so really, he has no reason to kick you out and feed you to the sharks.

Whether it's early into your relationship or it's been a while since he's had you, he would definitely say no to Renji's idea of replacing you.

"And what will you do with y/n?"

"I dunno, get rid of her? Give her to someone else?"

Renji has never seen him so furious in his life. He uses his left arm, his cybernetic fist flying to Renji's face. And he's so taken aback like, "dude, could you not have used your right arm?!"

"I barely left a scratch, be grateful I was holding back." Rindou glares at him, grabbing a chunk of his hair to yank his head up. "If you want me to keep working for ya, don't talk about y/n like that ever again. I don't care if she seems flawed to you, she belongs to me."

That Renji guy must be so confused too like, is this the same guy that hates Aptroids and pointed a gun at you when he first saw you?

Rindou internally panics a little when he discovers you heard the whole thing. He didn't want you to. You'd think, am I getting annoying? Is he getting tired of me? Does he want a different model? A prettier one? A smarter one? One who doesn't ask too many questions and make too many requests? And he feels his heart being squeezed when you genuinely ask him, "what did I do? Is something wrong with me? I can fix it-"

"Nothing's wrong with you, you don't have to fix anything. I don't want anyone else."

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[camels-pen]

If you’re still taking writing prompts how about zoro being overprotective of usopp and trying and failing to be subtle about it lol. Love your writing btw it’s always so good💕

:D I'm glad you like my writing! And thanks for the prompt!

warning: choking

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“You’re gonna choke.”

“Shut up, I’ve got this,” Usopp said. At least, that’s what it sounded like muffled by the 20-odd octopus weiners shoved in his mouth. Zoro was sitting beside him, chin resting in his palm and eating his breakfast at a much more leisurely pace. He was also sitting a reasonable distance away to avoid getting hit with any stray weiners that might slip out. On Usopp’s other side, Robin was doing the same.

Usopp followed up with something about beating Luffy and Zoro lazily dragged his gaze across the table. Their captain was also stuffing his mouth, but with whole pancakes rather than weiners. He was also glaring at Usopp between stuffing more food in his large rubbery cheeks.

Zoro rolled his eye. “You’re both gonna choke.”

Usopp smacked his shoulder and made a noise of disagreement. Zoro took a sip of his coffee and went back to his breakfast. 

A moment later, Usopp slapped him again.

“Yeah yeah, I get it, you’re the Great Usopp and you’ve never lost a food stuffing contest.” His lips quirked as a thought occurred to him. “Or should I call you God Usopp now?” Usopp made a noise of disagreement and slapped him again. Zoro laughed.

He watched Usopp carefully add another weiner, his hand as steady as ever, out of the corner of his eye before taking another sip. Usopp made a noise of success. Next to Luffy, Franky laughed at something or other—maybe Usopp himself with how ridiculous he looked—and slapped the table. The little picnic table shook and Usopp made a noise like he was being strangled. 

With his free hand, Zoro gave him a good slap on the back—maybe too good with the way Usopp nearly faceplanted into the table, but it got the job done. Usopp turned to hunch over the side and made some truly pitiable sounds as he spit out his food. 

As soon as Usopp’s coughing had started to subside, he said, “Don’t say it.”

Zoro smirked. “Say what?”

Usopp swatted his side before bending over again. He was practically lying on the bench, his head pressed against Robin’s thigh and forearms hanging over the seat. Robin gave him two pats on his hair before saying something vaguely morbid. Usopp shivered just as Franky laughed again.

Zoro picked up his mug again. Usopp looked comfy down there. He wanted to lay down and nap with him. Unfortuantely, the seat was far too small and Robin wouldn’t tolerate two people on her leg, so he settled for rubbing circles in Usopp’s calf.

A tiger mink, one of the ones that had brought their breakfast, was passing behind them. She had an empty tray in one hand. Zoro watched with a curious eye before stiffening at her other hand reaching for Usopp. 

In one swift movement, he was dangling the mink by her shirt collar and glaring into her startled eyes. The tray fell with a clatter.

“Don’t touch him.”

The surrounding chatter from his crew—and, he supposed, the other minks—died down. He could feel stares at the back of his head. Something—someone familiar tugged at the hem of his shirt.

He glared at the mink until she nodded frantically, then dropped her. She landed gracefully on her feet, though she immediately stumbled when backing away. Huh, he supposed those old sayings about cats had some merit.

“Zoro,” came a tired, irritated voice. There was a slap to the back of his head and he hissed out of reflex. The hand returned, running through his hair lightly and he had to fight back a content sigh. Then his head was jerked down into a bow.

“Amazing,” Brook said quietly. “You’d think he wouldn’t fall for that by now.”

Zoro made a mental note to kill Brook later.

“I am very deeply sorry for this idiot,” Usopp started, the routine speech making Zoro grind his teeth. He half paid attention as Usopp said the same shtick as usual, a distant feeling of something wet on his hand.

“Ah,” he said, staring at the little white splinters in his hand. He forgot about the coffee.

“Don’t interrupt—Zoro.” Somehow Usopp’s voice was more irritated. He turned back to the tiger mink—who was rather calm for someone Zoro had just threatened—and wrapped up the apology speech before excusing himself to look at Zoro’s hand. 

By the end of it, the tiger mink looked bewildered by whatever Usopp had made up about him and grabbed their tray before leaving. Their crewmates went back to their breakfast, talking as if nothing had happened. Usopp tugged Zoro back down to his seat and Zoro kept his eye averted. 

Usopp sighed, digging around in his bag. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“It’s not that bad,” he said.

“I’m not talking about your hand.”

Zoro didn’t say anything for a long moment. Usopp pulled out a pair of tweezers and held his hand gently. The other minks and pirates started talking again, although quieter than their crewmates. Zoro stubbornly waited until Usopp pulled the last splinter. 

“...I’m not overprotective,” he eventually grumbled. “I’m keeping an eye out.”

“Uh huh.” He frowned harder. “Aww c’mon don’t pout.” His frowned eased and loosened as Usopp leaned forward to peck him on the lips. “I appreciate you looking out for me, okay? Just please learn to lighten up.”

His frown returned. “You shouldn’t be so trusting.”

Usopp huffed. “You should be more trusting.”

He narrowed his eye. “Whiskey Peak.”

Usopp threw his head back with a groan. “That was one time! And the others fell for it too!”

“Uh huh,” Zoro said, mimicking Usopp’s voice.

Usopp swatted him with a mumbled, “Shut up.” His brows were furrowed, a harsh frown on his face as he stared intently at the small cuts on Zoro’s hand.

Zoro slid his fingers into Usopp’s, intertwining their hands. He tugged them up to his lips and pressed a kiss to Usopp’s wrist, to his pulse point. His gaze stayed on Usopp, steady and imploring.

Usopp sighed, the sound resigned. Fond. “I know,” he said softly, a smile curling his lips. “I love you too.”

[spinnysocks]

*pops into your inbox* okay spinny there has been this ship idea that’s been at the back of my mind for a teensy bit and I think I talked to it abt gem once but I wanted to ask your thoughts on it!! (beware the ramble :’])

makini x fuli. I KNOW it sounds very crackship and also fuli would never date makini as lovable as she is but the dynamic of yapper x listener and the image of fuli being all daggers with everybody then all soft with makini? and also makini usually being all loud and chatters but bcoz she knows fuli needs some quiet you’ll find makini the most quiet when shes around fuli (and when shes not mjuzi-ing)? thoughts? :3

HI RAHM!! :D

i . i genuinely think you could tell me about any tlg crackship and i'd get into it LMAO, cuz i'm lovin this idea! yapper x listener makini x fuli! fuli being all soft around makini! them having quiet time together!! aaaaaaaaa /pos. i support this completely :3

[al-mayriti]

btw. if you had to design some sort of challenge similar to the ones in jet lag the game for any of the places in this board-like version of iberia (places are subject to change so it's all orientative, you could suggest a place in specific and i could work it out if it isn't too complicated i think),, which ideas come up???

[ashton-ryder]

Ash & Ruth

which one ship prompts

send me a pairing and i'll answer: home renovations edition @ruthellry

Which one claims that a reading nook is a necessity? Ashton wouldn't claim anything is a necessity, other than a bed, toilet, kitchen, let's be real, BUT Ruth would be the one to insist it's a necessity, trust her! And Ash will be the one to end up using it the most. She knows him better than he did himself.

Which one has a spreadsheet tracking every detail of the project? Definitely Ash, maybe not a spreadsheet but he'll have a notebook for all their notes on everything they've done and will do. Alongside every measurement made of the apartment so that when they buy furniture they have everything they need. Ruth is just better with the vibes and Ash is just better with the details. That's why they make a good team!

Which one is obsessed with smart home gadgets? Neither probably, Both of them might get intrigued by it but they'd never actually have them in their homes. Too much hassle in Ash's opinion. He feels like he could do things himself faster than asking a robot to do it for him. And Ruth... potentially might just lose alexa under stacks of books and papers, never to be seen again. So no smart home gadgets for them.

Which one assembles the furniture without reading the instructions? Ashton has a pretty good intuition of fixing furniture, or just being good with his hands. Perhaps a solid skill taught by his parents coming from a small town. Not only that but rather from an armory and scientific perspective, it's instincts cultivated in guessing how things work and where they belong. Ruth isn't a slouch in that regard too, but those instructions definitely won't be far from her juuuuuust in case..

Which one binge-watches renovation videos for inspiration? Ruth Ruth Ruth! She'd drag Ash to watch them with her as they laid around over a lazy weekend drinking root beer and eating snacks, replacing hockey matches and TV shows that they usually watched together. Tapping him to take notes of what they could do. He can't deny that they were definitely helpful at the end of the day. She was more excited to furbish his new apartment across the hall from her than he was, and he was thankful for that.

Which one insists on a homey feel over a more modern design? Think they both would prefer a homey feel to their apartments, the Ryder's household was a testament to what they're used too, even for Ruth, over time the Ryders' home included traces of her, taking the spare room as her own, additional clothes, scrubs, books, left there just in case she ever needed an emergency stay over. Door is always open for her, and the homey feeling translates over to both their apartments, even if Ash's is more bare than hers, it's still super homely with pictures and memorabilia on display, always was a sentimental man.

Which one gets overly ambitious with the DIY projects? Ashton often has to hold Ruth back with her ideas, as amazing and grand they were, some of them may be a bit too ambitious to do for just the two of them. Sometimes the DIY projects will be for her own home, brilliant sparks of ideas to keep things fresh and Ash will always help her out on those. Sometimes they'll be for Ash's apartment, but Ash would always be contented with less, he didn't need much in his life and everything he needed, he had. Still, he appreciated her ambitions on make this new apartment and new life something to look forward to, something to step away from his old life in the marines.

Which one is always covered in paint no matter what they’re working on? Definitely Ruth, she has a dedication like no other, like in the hospital, like when she works, everything else outside of that doesn't matter including the mess or paint that gets onto her. Ash can only be there with the rags and wipes to help her get it off every time.

Which one says "let’s just hire someone" when things get too complicated? Ash, he's self aware enough to acknowledge that they both may be smart and capable, but he's no expert on certain things, and hiring an expert is probably the most efficient way to go. Ruth sometimes prefer the fun way to go by doing it themselves, but at the end of the day, when they get too busy and have to leave the electrical board incomplete, they definitely just hired someone instead.

Which one tries to marie kondo the house but ends up keeping everything? Ash is already at the level of marie kondo without marie kondo-ing, except he also does have a box of stuff from days old past, though neatly tucked away, physically, mentally, emotionally, never cluttering in his space. Ruth will really be the one to be motivated to get into it for them both, every once in awhile thinking it's time to tidy up her space, and end up keeping everything because it all brought joy - and was necessary.

Which one insists on doing a before and after photoshoot for every project? Ruth, they'll take a selfie together before and after a huge reno project for posterity. All those photos printed out and sat in an album, almost like a little tradition everywhere they go and move and stay. Even with building up the hospital, Ash found a polaroid camera with some polaroids left during a supply run, knowing it would mean a lot if they could keep the tradition going.

Which one keeps vetoing furniture choices because "it just doesn’t match the vibe"? RUTH. Ash just wants the comfiest couch or furniture and the rest didn't really matter to him but Ruth insisted that it's gotta match the vibe. Whatever the vibe means, Ash didn't understand it, but he always give in and trusts her on the choices, as long as they were comfy.

[whosectype]

WHAT DO U THINK ON THE LASTEST CASINO CUPS COMIC WE NEED ANSWERS 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

OK OK OK

so what I think is gonna happen is that cuphead is gonna get roped Into helping Hilda find Cagney yk, and by doing so get into some sort of danger as per usual. But this time, mugman won’t be able to save him.

I don’t think cuphead is going to DIE, but some not cool things are gonna go down

also I bet Gabriel is gonna gaslight gatekeep girlboss his way into making mugman believe that he is above cuphead, and Cups ISNT worth his time anymore.

SO NOT GOOD THINGS

[rexscanonwife]

You're dating my brother-in-law. Noice~

OMGGGGGG that's us dancing together at the family Christmas party cause THAT'S SO FUN!! I didn't know u shipped with Steve!!! You gotta tell me everything!!!