#hate that piece of localization lol

[lostinlovingrevery]

Messy Paint, Messy Bodies

Trilogy! Logan X F! Reader

You and Logan make your own work of art

A/N: Hm, indulging in my painter self with this one...Enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, messy sex, lil romantic sex, unprotected piv, creampie, paint lol, new established relationship, reader is an art teacher

Logan didn’t really consider himself an art type of person.

The most he’s ever done with paint was paint a house. He may have done a few bored scribbles on a piece of napkin, maybe in his younger years, he pursued painting to calm his nerves- but didn’t continue because he ran out of patience for it. 

Didn’t necessarily hate art, could appreciate a nice scenic landscape here and there. Especially ones that remind him of home. Suppose music and film are art too- and he appreciates those as well. He just wasn’t the type necessarily to stand around a museum drinking wine and staring at blank paintings trying to decipher what it all means. 

The only work of art that he could really appreciate is you.

The cute art teacher at Xaviers School for The Gifted. You were a bit strange but loving. The students loved you. You took an interesting approach to how you taught your classes, combining art and ethics together to help the young mutants find themselves in a world that they weren't accepted in. 

The day he came to the mansion, the day he met you. He was hooked. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way you smiled at him that eased his nerves when he stormed into Charles's office. How your eyes, they held nothing but kindness even as he lashed out at everyone like a wounded, scared animal. 

Or maybe he just thinks you’re pretty to look at.

Like art.

The weekend has arrived, and the school was almost completely empty from students either visiting parents, or going out to on the field trip to the local zoo with the other professors chaperoning. 

Logan, as per usual took this chance to sleep in late as possible and be completely lazy all morning, going into noon. Sprawled out in bed, with sheets that barely covered him and the afternoon sun streaming into the bedroom. He felt relaxed, peace, quiet, warm sunny spot to sleep in- except something was missing.

He climbed out with a groan, pulling on sweats and a t-shirt before leaving, and making a leisure walk to where he knew he’d find you. 

He made his way to your study, where your door was cracked open and he peered inside.

Your study- always a mess of paper and art supplies. Not because of you, but mainly because your students barge inside and tear it apart trying to find a specific color marker, or a certain paintbrush. It irritates the hell out of him, how brazen they are with your office but you always make him back off. 

They’re just being creative Lo,

Your back was turned to him, and you sat crossed-legged on a stool. You were focused, deep into your current painting. 

He stepped inside quietly, approaching you from behind as he took in some details of your current work in progress. He wasn’t an art man, no, but he could appreciate your art. The way you you carefully stroked your brush, how you chose your colors, and the subject- always something meaningful to you. 

“Logan, youre not very good at sneaking you know.” You say as he was a foot away from you. He smirked. 

“Now how’d you know I was in here?” He put a hand on your back, resting over your bare skin where your shirt rode up your waist. 

“Lo, you weigh like…1000 pounds. Your footsteps are hella heavy. You breathe loud too.”

“No I don’t.” He says, a mock offense in his voice. “Also I’m not 1000 pounds.”

“Suuuuure.” You teased as you looked up at him. He smirked, and you winked at him. You turned back to the painting, chewing on your inner cheek as you pondered you next stroke of color.

“Looks nice.” He says with a hum as he leans over your shoulder. 

“It’s still a work in progress-” You beamed as you turned your head to look at him, and he smirked, his eyes trailing down to your lips. 

He leaned forward and captured you in a kiss, that you happily returned, smiling against his lips. You hand came up to cup his cheek, as you tilted your head to push yourself closer to him.

You haven’t been together long, in fact no one even knows yet that you’ve been together. They don’t know that Logan has been sneaking into your room every night, and back into his every morning. 

When Ororo came by your bedroom early this morning, to make sure you didn’t change your mind about coming with everyone to the zoo. She didn’t know Logan laid sprawled on your mattress- buttass naked and you had to nearly slam the door in her face so she wouldn’t come in- as she usually would. 

While you happy with Logan- really happy actually. Everyone has remarked that your cheery demeanor has been even more cheery as of late. A lingering worry was in your head though- as you wondered exactly what was you and Logan’s relationship? 

It came to be when certain feelings came to light, and you hooked up one stormy night. Since then, you haven’t had a night where Logan wasn’t in your bed. Quiet whispers of flirts in rooms with others around, discreet passing touches in hallways. Logan would slip you little love notes, and surprise you by putting flowers and little gifts in your study or bedroom. The romantic gestures were sweet- and shocked you a bit. Always had acted like a lone wolf before you got together. You didn’t expect the big bad Wolverine to be a complete teddy bear.

Not that you’re complaining. You always knew there were other sides of him, sides that just needed a little love and support, in order to open up.  

Maybe it was silly to worry about putting a label on your relatioship, especially when he’s so sweet to you- But just like your own paintings, it never felt complete until you gave it a name.

You parted from his lips, smiling up at him and removing your hand- only to realize you had smeared paint on his face.

“Oh!” You giggled, lifting and turning your hand to show him the fresh paint on your palm. “I got it on your face.” 

“Really?” He brought his hand to his cheek, touching the paint smeared there and pulling his fingers back. “Trying to turn me into one of your pretty paintings sweetheart?”

“I don’t need to handsome,” you flirt, “You’re already a work of art.” 

A deep blush filled his cheeks, his eyes grew heavy as he looked down at you. Rendered speechless from your flirt. 

He leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss. Deep and sensual, one that made you off guard. You didn’t notice when he slowly reached his hands over, dipping into the palette of paint that sat on the bedside table. He brought it to your cheek, cupping it and you immediately felt the wetness. 

Gasping and pulling away, you saw the paint spread on his hand. 

“Logan!” You laughed. You grabbed your brush, and attacked him by painting a streak down his nose. He laughs, warm and mischievous and grabbing the brush from your hand to return the favor by brushing against your other cheek. 

It erupted into something more. You stood up from your stool, grabbing your palette and smearing paint on your hands as you looked at him with a devious grin. 

“Hey-” Logan held his hand up to you. “Don’t-”

You charged at him, smearing your hand onto his arm, and then across his white tank-top. He tried to get away, but you managed to smear more on his face and into his beard as well. He grabbed a tube of paint nearby, and grabbed you around your waist before you could get away- squeezing it under your shirt and smearing paint along your chest while you squeal in laughter.

It escalated, Logan caught you in a wet, passionate kiss to distract you from smearing more paint onto him. Things became intense, the smearing of paint over your bodies made it messy, your arms and lips slipping over each other- creating works of art onto each others skin.

Before you knew it Logan was peeling your clothes off. Mumbling something about a mess as he dropped your t-shirt to the floor, and peeled off your bra. You giggled, your hands- smeared with a multitude of rainbows found his shirt, have been painted and ruined like yours and tugged it off. You pressed your hands to his chest, and began smearing it down to his stomach, paint stuck to his thick chest hair. You pressed eager pecks to his lips as he backed you against a table that held your art supplies. 

“Logan-” You giggled into his mouth when he brushed a bunch of your supplies off to the floor. “You’re lucky none of that was expensive-”

“I’d buy you new ones,”

“Oh, you’re gonna be my sugar daddy now?” You teased as he began to work your jeans off, his handprints now staining over them- you’ll definitely figure out a way to save those marks. 

“Baby, I’ll be anything you want.” He mumbles into your lips as you tugged his sweatpants down to his thigh. Not to your surprise, his hard cock waved as he popped out from his sweats. 

He tugged your panties off, throwing them into the pile of clothes, you hooked your arms around his shoulders, tugging him closer as you licked his lips- tasting paint that somehow smeared. Your skin slipped together, mixing the rainbow of colors together while Logan nipped your lips. 

“Would you be my love?” You whisper as he buries his face into your skin, nipping at your skin even as he tasted paint on his tongue, your hands curled into his hair, leaving strands be covered in blues and reds and purples and yellows. 

He froze, and for a moment your heart stopped- wondering if you crossed a line. He lifted his head to look at you and you admired the pinks and whites and blues that have been smeared over his cheeks, nose, and beard. He didn’t look scared, or put-off, but his expression held something serious. 

He brought his hands to cup your cheek, looking into your eyes. 

“If you’ll have me.” He says softly. You smiled, mirth escaping you as you nodded, tugging him back to you as you wrapped your legs around his hips and hooked your ankles , his heavy cock pressed to your belly. 

Your lips met again, a newfound vigor and passion between you both as paint continued to smatter over your writhing bodies. He tugged your hips closer as he angled himself to your weeping hole, dripping with your arousal and begging for him to fill you up.

He pushed himself inside, spearing you open. You gasped, mouth falling open and burying your nails into his scalp, tugging at the curls of his hair. He licked into your mouth, licking your tongue and teeth. You laughed, tipping your head back as he buried himself to the hilt. 

“Feel so goddamn perfect baby-” He groans, his strong arms wrapping around you and tugging you impossibly closer. His forehead rests against yours, your noses smashed together, and he began thrusting in and out of you. Warmth flooded through you, you melted into his arms- you always melt into him.

Your hips meet with each slow, prepared thrust, Logan pants as he smashes his lips on yours again. He gently pushed you down onto the table, which creaked under your weight. His hands gripped your hips bruisingly as he picked up pace and began pounding into you.

“Lo-” You moaned, hands falling off him attempting to grab the edge of the table. He stood up, keeping his pace but hooking his arms under your legs and spreading them wider. You cried out, as the new angle sent shocks up your spine- he hit that perfect spot inside you that had your toes curling and your body trembling. 

“Calling me a work of art darling?” He moaned. “Take a look at yourself-.” He moans, “Fucking gorgeous, ain’t never seen something pretty as you baby.” 

“Logan,” You whined. “I’m- I-”

“I know baby-” He grunted, thrusting hard and faster as he felt you tighten around him, that burning hot feeling in his lower tummy fast approaching. He leaned back over you, your legs still hooked over his biceps as he buried himself into you over and over. You reached your finish- crying out Logan's name as your back arched into him and your hands pulled at his hair. 

He met in another wet kiss as he fucked you through your finish, pounding into you at a near inhuman pace before slamming inside and shooting ropes of cum with a loud grunt, whining into your mouth as he shook over your body. Your pussy tightened around him, like it was milking him of every drop. 

Once you both finished, he collapsed onto your chests. Panting onto your painted breasts, while you tried to come back to your body. He carefully pulled out, and sat up with you, not before pressing several loving kisses over your face while you pushed yourself up limply.

You took each other in- and then the room, realizing just how big of a mess was made of not just yourselves- but the entire room. Paint spilled and splattered on walls and furniture.  

A heartbeat passed, and giggles erupted from you both. Logan wrapped you in an embrace and kissed your temple. Paint had covered you both, stuck in your hair, messily smeared over your face, mixed together in a muddy color along your chest and arms. 

“We need to wash up!- especially before anyone sees.” You laughed and hopped off the table, your legs shook as you still were recovering from your coitus, as you clung onto Logan. 

“Yeah, give us some time for round two,” He purrs, and you smile up at him. Warmth came over you, as you realized that you finally had a name for him, some assurance to what your relationship was.

You both redressed in your painter smattered clothes, just to be able to walk to your bedroom in some decency and to shower. Before you could leave your study- Logan swooped in and picked you up like a bride, leaving you giggling.

He stepped into the hallway, with you in his arms, quietly mumbling sweet nothings to each other. 

“Well, you guys have been busy.” 

You both froze, as Logan turned to the direction of Ororos voice, who stood in the hall with a hand on her hip. 

“Now I see why you didn’t want to come to the zoo.” 

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Baby No!

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: Reader finds a mug identical to Natasha's favorite mug and starts plotting...

Warnings: Fake tears, broken glass, swearing, kind of mandala effect, karma? (I don't believe in karma, but it's the easiest way to explain it.

A/N: Hey guys! I feel like I haven't made a serious post in forever and I am having some serious writers block with the requests (I'm so super-duper sorry about that) But I always feel like after writing a few pranks, I get into the gist of things again. However, I might be fooling myself this time since I think I have a 2,000-word essay due next week that I haven't started on and a 1,000-word essay possibly 1,500 words due the following week, so yeah. T-T

Also, this was inspired by that one masc lesbian tiktoker named Alaire. They make a bunch of videos reenacting scenes with their girlfriend who has only ever dated men. They always go like "baby no!" when their gf is crying or about to cry lol.

It was just a normal day for you, driving home from buying groceries and you impulsively decided to stop at your local thrift store to see if they had anything new.

They knew you buy name and saved what they thought would interest you because you frequented their shop so much. You literally got first pick on most of the items they had solely because they love you so much.

So, as you stroll in, you smile and wave at the owner who waves back and nods her head to signal that there is new stuff in the back waiting for you to inspect.

You smile and walk right past all of the racks and shelves that you've sifted through a hundred times before, and you walk into the back and wave at Mary, the sorter.

You walk to your section that they labeled and you immediately frown, you spot a mug that you know.

It's Natasha's favorite mug. The mug has cute handle and was the only one that you could ever find. So, you walk over to it and pick it up wondering if it ended up in the box of things that you donated, possibly on accident. Although you could have sworn Nat was using it just the other day.

You roll your eyes picking it up and remembering that you have cold groceries in the car, you decide that you need to go. While taking it to the register, you decide not to mention anything to Kevin, the cashier, because they would probably give it back to you for free and you hate to leave them without buying a single thing.

You pay for the mug and take it home. Once you get back, you quietly wash the mug and go to put it in its usual spot, but you find that the mug is already there. You have a moment where your brain is stuck trying to put the pieces together, but when it clicks that you just bought a duplicate to the unique mug that Natasha loves so dearly, you start plotting.

You smirk and run upstairs knowing that Nat is in training for another hour or so and you quickly grab the fake blood from your period prank with Nat.

You know that Nat will probably come in on the first floor, and you chill in the basement, where Nat has coincidentally found her mug from you forgetting to put it back after stealing it. You check the time and calculate how long you have.

15 minutes... that's enough time for you to glue a fragment of the dupe coffee mug to your hand mostly carefully so you don't actually cut yourself and pour the blood in a way that it is dripping down your arm from your hand.

Once you are sure it looks amazing from every angle, you smirk and set up the camera. Which probably would have been easier to do with two hands but whatever. You like to do things the hard way sometimes.

Natasha comes in and yells out, "Y/n! I'm home!"

You yelp out pretending to be startled by her voice and you drop the mug on the floor.

Natasha hears the familiar crash of shattering ceramic and runs down to check on you saying, "Y/n? Are you alright?"

You fake a worried face and tone, "Yes! I'm fine baby! Just whatever you do, don't come down here!"

She frowns, "I need to make sure you are okay, I'm coming down okay?"

"Baby No!"

It's too late, she is already rushing down the stairs to check on you, the first thing she sees when she scans the room is you cowering in the middle of the floor with shattered ceramic pieces all around you and one big shard in your hand, "Y/n! Oh my god!"

She runs over, careful not to kick any ceramic pieces around, and carefully takes your hand in hers, "What happened detka?"

She looks into your eyes and you make your lip quiver and your eyes fill with tears as she tries to hush you, "No baby, its okay, please don't cry."

You let a few tears slip and say, "but- but you- I-" Your eyes widen as you look down and say, "Nat please don't be mad!"

She furrows her eyebrows reaching in the closet quickly to grab a first aid kit as she sits you on a table to assess your hand.

You frown and rush out, "I was drinking with your mug and then you scared me, and I dropped it and broke your favorite mug!"

She freezes when she realizes exactly what mug you have stabbing into your hand right now, but only briefly. She quickly composes herself and shakes her head, "I don't care baby, mugs are replaceable, you are not."

You quickly smirk at the camera when she looks away but recover when she comes back. She sets up her stuff and stops to look up into your eyes, "Detka? I know this isn't your first rodeo, but this is probably going to hurt like a bitch. I still need you to sit still though, okay?"

You nod your head as she starts to carefully wipe the blood off to try and assess the wound and how many stitches you'll need.

She frowns, "This looks like it should be deeper, but I think it is only superficial. That is a good thing, it means you might not have to go to Bruce, but I'm going to need to take the ceramic shard out before I make any final decisions."

You nod your head, but as she goes to pull it out slowly you yelp and pull your hand away before she can even touch it, "I'm scared! What if I bleed out?"

She shakes her head and holds yours in her hands, "You're not going to bleed out, I promise. If I was worried about that, I would have already taken you to the Med-bay, okay? I just need you to trust me. Take a deep breath, okay?"

You inhale and exhale slowly, and then bring your hand over to hers and nod your head.

When Natasha pulls the cut shard off of your hand though, she sees that it was glued on, and your hand underneath it is completely fine. When you see confusion cross her features, you start giggling, and not long after you are laughing your ass off.

She makes the connection, and her face drops to a glare. "Are you kidding me? I was so concerned about how the hell you even got a piece of ceramic this big into your hand in the first place, and you were just pranking me the whole time?"

You giggle and nod your head, but you forget to tell her about the duplicate mug scenario, so she frowns and says, "Did you seriously break my mug for a prank?"

After thinking about it, you decide to double prank her and nod your head laughing even more, but you realize you crossed the line when she drops down and slowly starts picking up every piece she can, and she starts trying to place them together.

Obviously, this doesn't work, and it crumbles to pieces again, but she sniffs a bit, and you realize the gravity of the situation. You place a hand on her shoulder, and she shrugs you off, so you try to talk to her, "Baby? I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realize it meant that much."

She shakes her head and mumbles out, "My sestra got that mug for me. It was the second thing she ever bought for herself once she got out of the red room, and she gave it to me. She- she's going to be heartbroken when she finds out it's broken. I'm heartbroken that it is broken." She lets a tear fall and then composes herself.

"Wow, I- I never knew, I'm so sorry. Can't we just find one on ebay or something?"

Nat lets out a frustrated huff and stands up and she starts cleaning the glass off the floor as she rants, "No! I can't find one on ebay, don't you think I've tried? Don't you think I know how clumsy and stupid you are, and was trying to be prepared for a situation like this to happen because you never ever listened to me when I told you not to touch my mug, but you're Y/N so you have to break the rules! I just didn't realize that the reason I would need such a duplicate would be because you are so careless and awful that you'd break this!"

Your jaw drops a bit at her rant, and you try to find words as Nat huffs and starts calming her breathing. You are a little hurt by her words which, on one side, you don't have a right to be hurt because you are the one that wanted to do a prank, but on the other hand, Nat just admitted that she never initially trusted you with her mug which really hurts. "I- I don't know what to say..."

Nat sighs and mumbles, "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I am just frustrated and I-"

You put your hand up to stop her and move to open a drawer and grab the original mug. You hold it in your hands, "I found a mug that looked exactly like yours at the thrift store today. I thought it would be some harmless fun to smash the duplicate one and prank you, but I'm realizing that I may have taken it too far."

You try to not let the fact that you are incredibly hurt show, but you are not the black widow or anything, so you just start on your own rant. "I know it was heartless and cruel of me to play this kind of prank on you. In my defense you never told me the story behind the mug, so I didn't realize how much it meant to you. Now... I am very sorry that I broke the duplicate on purpose, but here is your precious mug that you clearly don't trust my clumsy ass with. And most of all, I'm sorry that you never trusted me enough with it in the first place, so much so, that you thought you had to find it online so that I wouldn't hurt your precious mug."

You softly, but firmly, push the original mug into Natasha's hand and step back. You turn to go upstairs and inevitably lock yourself in the bathroom or something, but Nat says, "Y/n wait! I- I didn't mean it, I was just angry, okay? People say things that they don't mean when they get angry."

You huff and turn around and hold up your pointer finger, "No Natasha, you’re lying to me, want to know how I know that you are lying? Natasha Romanoff does not say hurtful things when she gets angry. Maybe I do, maybe Yelena and Tony and Steve and Alexie and so many others do, but not Natasha. No..."

You pause and start using every name in the book you can come up with, "Natalie Rushman stays calm and collected when she is angry, Fanny Longbottom takes a step back and thinks before she speaks, Natalia Romanova is calculative and smooth with her words. So, no... Do not tell me that MY Natalia Alianovna Romanova has suddenly had a change of heart, and suddenly starts spewing nonsense that she doesn't mean when she is angry, because that is a lie. The Nat I know, has more self-control than anyone on this earth, the Talia I know does not say something that she doesn't mean unless she knows I will catch her joke or understand her sarcasm, the Natty I know doesn't lie for things like this. So don't go and say something just to make me feel better after you spoke your truth, even if it did hurt my feelings..."

You take a deep breath and look deep into her eyes, "And before you say it, I know I have no right to be hurt over how you felt when I broke your mug, but you and I both know it goes so much deeper than just a mug. I get why you were angry and frustrated, I really do, and I understand why you said those hurtful things, you had every right to do it. Those hurtful things were at least truthful, I just wish you didn't feel the need to lie to save my peace. I wish you'd have told me that you didn't trust me with something that meant so much to you. It probably would have saved a lot of hurt."

She opens and closes her mouth to try and come up with something. Anything. She sighs eventually and nods her head, “you’re right. I should have just told you, it’s no excuse but I thought it would be better if I kept it a secret, but now I see that I was wrong. I'm sorry baby."

You hum and say, "Honestly, I'd have done the same thing. So, sorry for getting all pissy about it, you were just trying to look out for me, but unfortunately it was a lose-lose situation for the both of us." Thankfully, your ADHD brain jumps topics swiftly when there is an awkward pause, and you say, "I'm hungry. Are you hungry? Let's make dinner!"

You both go upstairs and start cooking y'alls dinner and live happily ever after. ;)

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A/N: Hey guys, so this has been in my drafts for a few weeks now, and I am just really trying to get it out to y'all, so it is super rushed at the end. I honestly don't even remember where I was going with it, but I had enough to bullshit it. I hope y'all like it!

Also, I am going to stop writing for a while, I think college is really catching up to me, and honestly, I am only apologizing to the people who I promised I'd write their fics. I really got in over my head and I am so so sorry. If I end up writing those fics, it is definitely going to be a surprise for the both of us. I might write a few things every now and then, or if your request can be shortened then I might do that. BUT that is only if I am inspired to write. Once again, I do apologize for breaking a promise, but I have to prioritize myself and I can't apologize for that.

Also Also, I have not been super active on tumblr recently, so if I don't reply or I am not interacting with your posts as I usually would, I am okay, and I pinky promise I am not going to do anything concerning. Maybe I break my normal promises, but you best believe I hold true to my pinky promises.

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Please Please Please (Don't Prove 'Em Right) Chapter 4

Trafaglar Law x afab Female!Reader

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Warnings: usage of the b word

Summary:

You are the Heart Pirates' beloved cook and sniper. However, you were also an insufferable troublemaker who always seemed to get on Law's nerves. He swears he's going to get rid of you one day, but as much as he hates it, why does he find you fascinating? Was it because you reminded him of someone he was greatly fond of?

As your relationship with Law grows, he only hopes you don't fucking embarrass him. After all, he has an image to uphold as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

This story starts off as short stories between (Y/N), Law and the Heart Pirates, then picks up into the One Piece canon timeline, starting from Punk Hazard. This is a slow-burn Law x Female Reader story!

Updates every Sunday!

Cross-posted in Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57651295/chapters/146705491

Chapter 4: I Forgot to Put In My Two Weeks In and Now My Former Boss Is Trying to Kill Me

Chapter summary: The day after Law's birthday celebration, the Heart Pirates and Kid Pirates run into each other. Law and Kid were already rivals, but when Kid finds out that his former cook and sniper is now a Heart Pirate, he doesn't take that information lightly.

Notes: The Kid Pirates are here! Also, there is a slight Killer x Reader if you squint (more like a one-sided love lol). I think this is my favourite chapter LMAO

I also created a taglist. Let me know if you want to be a part of it!

wc: 3.3k

The sun was rising to start a new day on a tropical island at the Grand Line Paradise. After a raucous evening of celebrating Captain Law's birthday, the crew was passed out on the floor of the local pub. The rays of the sun started to peep through the windows of the pub, and the crew was slowly beginning to wake up. You were sleeping next to the captain with your head on his left shoulder, who was sitting up in the corner. You slowly blinked your eyes, desperately trying to focus your vision as you scanned around the room. Realizing that you were leaning against Law, you quickly scrambled to get up. However, that was a bad idea because your head was pounding from a hangover.

"Ah fuck." you groaned as you got up. With hands on your head, you staggered to find a nearby chair and sat down. You sighed deeply as you remembered what happened last night.

“I really appreciate you, for everything that you are. Happy Birthday, Captain Law.” you had said.

Suddenly, your entire body started to heat up. You banged your head on the table in front of you out of embarrassment.

"Why did I say that? That was basically a confession..." you mumbled.

It felt stuffy in the room full of pirates passed out on the floor, so you decided to step outside for some fresh air. As soon as you stepped out, the sun's warm rays hit your face. You squinted as you observed the quiet town, hearing the birds chirp and the gentle breeze brush against the trees. Taking a deep breath, you took this rare moment of peace and savoured it. After a few minutes, you decided to head back to the Polar Tang. As you were nearing the submarine, you also noticed that there was a ship to the far right of the dock. It looked familiar.

Too familiar.

It was the Victoria Punk.

That means...

"Eustass Kid is here?!" you whispered harshly. Kid was your former captain when you used to be a cook, but you had to run away because the food you made was accidentally poisoned, almost killing Kid. Sweat started to form on your forehead as you rapidly whipped your head back and forth to see if any of the Kid Pirates were around. Once you saw that the coast was clear, you ran back into town to warn the captain.

You were one building away from the pub when you suddenly heard two familiar voices ahead. You took one look and your blood ran cold. It was Wire and Heat.

By now, you were positively panicking and fully freaking out. To avoid being seen, you ran to your right and hid in a nearby alleyway. You crouched behind some wooden crates and waited until the two Kid Pirates members walked past.

"What are you doing here?" a deep voice whispered behind you.

You dismissed the voice you heard, thinking that it was a townsfolk. "Hiding from the Kid Pirates. I have a rough history with them."

You heard a chuckle. "Is that so? How come?" the voice asked.

Sighing, you rubbed your temples. "I used to be part of their crew, but I ditched since I accidentally food-poisoned their captain."

"Oh yeah, the captain wants you dead." he teased.

Annoyed at the 'townsperson', you turned around to retaliate, only to find yourself staring at a pair of legs with blue jeans on. You slowly glanced up and saw that they were wearing a blue shirt with a jolly roger that looked familiar. They were also very ripped, with their muscles protruding through the shirt that you swore it was going to rip. Then you finally glanced up to see that they were wearing a blue and white mask with holes.

"Oh no." you thought. This was no townsfolk, this was-

"Killer!?" you screamed in shock. You rapidly got up to run away from the second in command of the Kid Pirates, but he crouched down, pushed you down with him and placed his large hand over your mouth, muffling your scream.

You glanced at the small crack of space between the crate and wall and saw that Wire and Heat were standing in front of the alleyway, looking at Killer.

"Hey Kil, what are you doing?" Wire asked.

"Yeah, who's that? We heard someone scream your name so we went to check out what was happening." Heat added on.

Your eyes drifted back to the masked man in front of you. You attempted to squirm and crawl away, but Killer pushed you further down to the ground.

"Just a thief who tried to rob me. It's fine," he answered back to his crew-mates.

Wire and Heat looked at each other and shrugged. They proceeded to walk away, continuing their conversation.

Killer released his hand from your mouth and stood up. He looked down at you and saw that you were catching your breath.

You glared up at the man. "Why did you lie to save me? Knowing you, you would've run to Kid and snitched that I was here." you suspiciously asked.

The blond tilted his head. "Do you really think of me as Kid's pet dog?"

Lifting yourself off the ground, you leaned up against the wall and smirked at him. "You are basically his dog since you're always so obedient when following orders. Anyways, are you fond of me or something? Did you miss me?" you teased.

There was a pregnant pause before Killer responded.

"I always was fond of you," he said.

You blinked in confusion before he continued, "The whole crew was. I- we missed you." he continued.

A light pink hue showed up on the side of his neck but you failed to notice it.

"Great whatever thanks. Now be a gentleman and go away and pretend that you never saw me. I'd prefer it that Kid doesn't find out that I'm here." you muttered, ignoring the masked man's sudden confession.

Killer glanced at your boiler suit "Or, you don't want him to find out that you joined his number one rival's crew." he commented.

"Hey, they treated me way better than those brutes on the Victoria Punk. Captain Law treats me way better than Kid does," you argued.

"Even with those ridiculous pranks of yours? I know that you didn't stop doing them now that you're with a different crew." Killer playfully questioned. You swore that you could sense that he was smiling under that mask of his.

"Yup!" you said, putting your hands on your hips with pride. "I even hang out with Captain Law now, and he doesn't treat me like garbage."

The blond man looked at you. You felt his eyes observe the unusually excited expression on your face. He saw that your eyes lit up when you talked about the Surgeon of Death.

"Hey (Y/n), do you like Law?" He straightforwardly asked.

A deep blush appeared on your cheeks. You looked towards your side, trying to avoid eye contact (you can't see his eyes). "W-what? What are you talking abo-"

"(Y/N)?!!" someone bellowed.

You and Killer froze and looked at the entrance of the alleyway. There stood a very angry red-haired man with a mechanical left arm. If looks could kill, you would be long dead by now.

The day just started and someone already wanted to kill you. It was a pirate's life after all.

"H-hey Captain Kid, l-long time no see!" you stuttered as you attempted to defuse the situation.

Kid's nostrils were expanded like a bull as he heaved in and out. His eyes twitched at the sight of his first mate and best friend getting chummy over an ex-crewmate.

The red-haired man took one stomp forward and it was a sign for you to get out there. You pushed Killer away from you and dashed further into the alleyway.

"Killer! Don't just stand there, get that bitch!" Kid yelled.

The masked man sighed. He couldn't disobey his captain, so he dashed off to find you.

You ran until you saw the back door of the pub. Using your pistol, you shot at the door three times and kicked it down. You rushed inside and screamed at the top of your lungs to wake up your crewmates. They all slowly got up and groaned, clearly displeased at your screaming. Law was already awake eating breakfast at a nearby table with Penguin and Shachi, They winced when they heard you barge in and scream.

The captain sighed. "(Y/n)-ya, it's too early for your nonsense." he calmly said as he continued to eat.

You stumbled towards Law, grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "This is no-nonsense captain! T-the Kid Pirates! They're here and they're going to kill me!" you hissed at him.

That statement got the tattooed captain suddenly alert. His eyes shot up at you as he suddenly got up from his chair, grabbing Kikoku, which was leaning on the table.

"Kid Pirates?! Here? And they want to kill you? What did you do to piss them off?!" he hissed back at you.

"I-" you started, but suddenly stopped because you realized that you never told Law that you used to be a part of Kid's crew.

The front door of the pub suddenly split into pieces, revealing a very, very angry Eustass Kid. You ran to the bar area and hid behind the bar table.

"You little bitch! You can't hide from me!" he bellowed. He turned his head to the right and saw Law glaring at him, which pissed him off even more.

"What are you doing here Trafalgar?!" he yelled.

"I could ask you the same thing Eustass-ya." Law calmly retorted.

"I came to this island to restock before heading into the New World, but I ran into a bitch who used to be a part of my crew." he sneered.

Law tilted his head in confusion. "Former crewmate?" he asked.

Kid growled as he marched up to Law. "What's it to ya?! Getting all nosy in my business? That girl who just hopped behind the bar table used to be my cook!"

The doctor's tattooed fingers squeezed around Kikoku. "(Y/n)-ya used to be on your crew?" he lowly said.

You peeked up at the table only to find Kid and Law sending you a death glare your way. You slowly got up and gave a nervous laugh.

"H-hey, so funny story captain..." you said, as you nervously scratched your cheek.

"Cut the bullshit (Y/n)-ya! You joined my crew and didn't tell me that you were previously associated with Kid?!" Law yelled at you.

"WHAT?! YOU JOINED TRAFALGAR'S CREW?" Kid also yelled at you.

The room was filled with tension. The Heart Pirates were silently observing the exchange between you, Law and Kid. You slowly lowered yourself down to hide behind the bar table once again.

"Room." you suddenly heard Law say.

Realizing that you were about to be teleported away from hiding, you scrambled to run away.

"Shambles."

You should've kept those sea prism cuffs on him.

As soon as you were teleported to Law's side, you attempted to run away. However, Law foresaw this and grabbed the collar of your boiler suit.

"Explain yourself here (Y/n)-ya before I behead you," he ordered. So much for the tender moment you shared with him the night before.

You grumbled as you faced Law and Kid. "Alright fine. Before I joined your crew, I was in Kid's crew. I was their chef. I accidentally food-poisoned Kid and ran away because he was going to kill me." you explained.

"You don't just accidentally poison someone with food you rat, you legitimately tried to kill me!" Kid shouted at you, not believing your explanation.

Law grip on your collar tightened. "If you're going to shout at someone Eustass, shout at me." he lowly said.

"Stay out of me and my cook's business Trafalgar." Kid sneered back.

Law took a step forward towards Kid and grabbed his black wifebeater. "(Y/n)-ya is NOT your cook!" he argued.

You smirked. "Yeah Kid, I already joined the Heart Pirates. You all miss my cooking that badly?" you teased the red-hair.

Kid broke his glare away from Law and squinted at you. "Your cooking was shit!" he retorted.

"Puh-lease, I bet after I left you guys were eating dog food since none of you guys can cook for shit!" you shot back.

Killer, who was standing where the front door used to be the entire time, spoke up. "Uh actually, I became the cook after you left. I'm pretty decent at cooking," he muttered.

"SHUT UP!" you and Kid yelled at him.

You sighed. This mess had to stop now before an actual fight broke out. You walked up and wedged in between your captain and Kid. You gently pushed the angry redhead away, much to his annoyance.

"Alright, Kid. I should have apologized to you instead of running away. I'm sorry for food poisoning you." you apologized to him.

The apology, even though it was half-assed, seemed to deflate Kid's anger a bit. He stared long and hard at you before he spoke up. "Whatever, get back on the ship," he ordered.

The Surgeon of Death didn't seem to like that. "Hey Eustass-ya, for your information in case your smooth brain didn't get it, (Y/n)-ya is part of my crew now. So get lost." he scoffed.

"Are you looking for a fight Trafalgar?! (Y/n) is my cook and she belongs to my crew so beat it!" Kid scowled. He started to march up towards you and Law.

You put your arms out and attempted to shove Kid back. "H-hey, let's not fight here okay? Let's actually not fight at all! Let's talk this out like proper pirates we are!" you said with fake cheerfulness.

In the background, Hakugan stiffened a laugh. "Oh man, this is entertaining," he said.

"I agree, seeing captain fight over (Y/n)-ya is kind of cute." Shachi agreed.

"Yeah, he never really stands up for anyone in the crew. He really has a soft spot for her." Penguin said.

"You guys ...we should be helping the captain right now!" Bepo urged nervously,

Ikkaku laughed and patted Bepo's back. "Everything's fine Bepo! Let's just see what happens!" she reassured the mink.

Meanwhile, Kid pushed you aside to the front of the bar. You stumbled and landed on your butt. "You asshole, you didn't need to shove me!" you scowled at Kid.

The redhead ignored you and grabbed Law's white wifebeater. "You have my cook. She belongs to my crew and she's coming back with me now." he lowly growled.

The tattooed doctor scowled at him. "She's not going back to you. Leave this bar Eustass-ya, you are not taking my girl," he said.

The entire room suddenly became quiet. It took everyone three seconds to process what Law said, even Law himself.

"MY GIRL?!" the entire crew yelled in surprise.

You were a blushing mess. Glancing up at your captain, you saw that his ears were red from embarrassment.

"He called me his girl?" you thought.

Meanwhile, Kid and Killer were not amused. The blond masked man suddenly walked inside towards Law, but you stuck out your leg and tripped him on the ground, landing face (mask?) first. The Massacre Soldier promptly got up and glared at you.

The red-haired captain shoved Law up against the wall. "My girl? I see you got all chummy with my cook huh?" he hissed.

"Of course, she's my girl, just like how she's part of my crew. I own my crew." the doctor tried to clear up.

By now, the Heart Pirates were ready to fight. The rest of the Kid Pirates showed up as well, crowding up to the front of the pub.

You nervously whipped your head around. This was not the ideal situation, and you had to get the crew out of there fast.

An idea popped into your head. A very stupid idea.

"Everybody, RUN!" you screamed.

The next five minutes were a blur. As soon as you told everyone to run, the entire bar erupted into chaos. Kid punched Law in the face, and Law proceeded to 'ROOM' the entire bar and teleport the entire crew out. Killer barked orders to chase after the Heart Pirates, and soon enough, the once quiet morning turned into a pirate brawl out in the streets.

You attempted to escape the brawl but were held down by Killer, who shoved you into the ground. However, you maneuvered your leg up so you could kick Killer in the stomach. You quickly picked yourself up and pointed your pistol at him. Seeing that you were one step ahead of him, the masked man raised his hands in defeat.

Killer chuckled. "So you and Law huh? It didn't take long either." he teased.

You huffed as you gripped your pistol tighter. "W-what are you talking about? I told you there's nothing between me and the captain!" you shot back.

The Massacre Soldier slowly walked up to you amidst the chaos. "If I had known that this would happen, I wouldn't have let you escape," he murmured.

You found yourself unable to move as Killer stopped in front of you. He lowered his face down to your level, and you swore you could see his eyes through the holes in the mask. Then he suddenly grabbed your waist and pulled you close to you, with his right hand resting on the back of your head. "I told you, I was always fond of you (Y/n)." he lowly said against your ear.

But before you could react, Killer was violently shoved off of you, and he flew several meters back. Your captain was suddenly in front of you, heaving heavily as he shot the deadliest glare you've ever seen at the masked man. Then he yelled to the crew; "Everyone back at the Polar Tang!"

The pirates abruptly stopped the fight and then proceeded to run. The Kid Pirates started to run too. Law grabbed your left arm and hoisted you up, urging you to run as well. The two of you proceeded to run as Law tightly gripped onto your arm.

"Hey, captain! I had never seen that angry before! Did Killer do something to offend you?" you breathlessly asked as you ran.

The captain didn't glance at you. "Just shut up and run! All of this is your fault! My birthday turned into the worst day ever because the Eustass-ya is here!" he shouted at you.

"That's not nice captain, you were so nice to me yesterday!" you pouted.

"Now's not the time (Y/N)-ya!" Law countered back at you. You failed to notice the light tinge of red that donned on his ears.

You heartily laughed. By hearing your laugh, Law couldn't help but smirk, regardless of this ridiculous situation you put him in.  As you, Law and the rest of the Heart Pirates rushed back to the submarine, you couldn't help but think about how every day was a fun day with your favourite crew.

"You are not taking my girl." Law's voice replayed in your head.

A light giggle escaped your lips. One of the Seven Warlords of the Sea called you his girl and you were definitely not complaining.

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Bonus Scene:

"Killer, this tastes like shit." Kid complained.

"Yeah, man. Also, do you have to cook spaghetti every day?" Wire also complained.

"Shut up and eat your food. We tried to get (Y/n) back but failed, so you're going to have to deal with my cooking from now on." Killer snapped back, as he sat down with his plate of food.

The redhead glanced at his second command. "You seem more upset about this than I am. What gives?" Kid asked.

Heat poked his fork at Killer's helmet. "Isn't it obvious captain? Killer has a thing for (Y/n)!" he teased.

"Eat your goddamn food," the masked man grumbled. The table of Kid Pirate officers erupted in laughter.

The Kid Pirates were going to miss your cooking, but no one was going to miss you more than Killer.

[randomthefox]

I CAN'T BELIEVE I PUSSIED OUT AND HAD TO USE A GOLDEN ORB I HATE MYSELF GODDAMNIT

I stress again that NEITHER DANTE NOR VERGIL have any real reason to even want to fight right now. Vergil wouldn't "gain" anything from beating Dante, he already has everything he wanted, he won. Dante would get the Yamato which can sever the roots of the Qliphoth, but I mean like fucking come on, the devil sword Dante can probably still do that too I don't see how the Yamato is NEEDED for that.

They honestly. Don't have any real genuine excuse, try and they might to find one. They're fighting just because they want to. As the world burns around them. The brothers are fighting because they love fighting each other. Fighting is how they show their love for each other. LOOK AT THE WAY THEY SMILE BEFORE THE BOSS FIGHT STARTS.

They can't even deny it to themselves anymore. They love this shit. They love each other, and this is what love MEANS for them. Lady said it herself in the narration of the DMC3 opening. "It seems as if they drive some twisted pleasure from this brotherly fighting."

It's been so long since DMC3, or even when they fought when he was Nelo Angelo in DMC1. It's been so long. The brothers are finally reunited. Of course all they want to do is fight now. What else would they do? Nothing else matters to them but this, with each other.

Of course I do think they are willing to kill the other in this moment. Dante rightfully blames Vergil for everything that happened in Red Grave City. And Vergil still has a lot of baggage and resentment towards Dante. It might be at the back of their minds and not the "reason" they're deciding to fight right now, but it's still going to drive them to strike a killing blow. To resolve THAT part of the conflict, an outside influence is going to be necessary....

So during the fight, Dante says "you don't even care about your son?" and Vergil responds with "my son means nothing to me!" This is a bit of a localization flub. It should have been more along the lines of "My son?.... means nothing to me" as if Vergil didn't really understand what Dante was talking about and just wanted to focus on the fight. That makes it make a lot more sense when Vergil questions and realizes that Nero is his son in the end. Because remember all this time he probably assumed Nero was DANTE'S son. So if Dante is saying Nero is actually Vergil's son, he knows Dante would never deny that Nero was his son if he was, so that is the last piece to make him realize the truth. I love the way he says "that was a long time ago." It's like "oh yeah, I DID get my dick wet that one time." lol

You have no idea how loud I fucking screamed when I played this game for the first time and the devil triggered being suddenly showed up to interrupt the fight in that ending cutscene. Holy shit<3

[judasgot-it]

Happy Birthday

I'm throwing almonds at him in my mind <3 Also, idgaf if it's not August 3rd, it's August 3rd somewhere in the world....

Also, this was going to be part of an arranged marriage au but I've kinda scrapped it. so this is just kinda there now lol.

It's been twenty-seven years since Kaldo was born. Today, you were planning on making him a cake he would actually enjoy, and not one he would shovel into his face in front of his family and guests as he pretended to enjoy it.

The man was born powerful and wealthy. He had everything.

What he didn't have, was the free choice over his own birthday cake.

He was almost thirty, and he never even had a choice in it. He didn't even have a choice in being engaged to you, or his job - honestly, the only thing he seemed to have a choice over might have been his strange love of honey.

Maybe you were born lucky with your low status. You had chosen to climb to the top, and got to marry a wealthy man mostly by choice.

Now you got to spoil him with a birthday cake - by your own choice.

He had once mentioned once to you before, offhandedly, that he had really loved gelatinous fish cake - of course, topped with honey. One of the stranger combinations he had made, and one cake that he had always wanted to try again, but was banned from bringing into his family home.

For good reason, you supposed. It seemed a little...gross. Honestly, it was one of the first times you had ever disliked one of his strange food tastes.

But it was a cake. And it was his birthday.

He would get to eat that damn cake. Social rules be damned.

It wasn't really easy finding a place that even made the cake. The man must have visited hell itself in order to try the delicacy, because you had only found one cook in the local area who even knew what it was.

It frankly looked disgusting when you laid eyes on it, and it looked horrible as it sat on your breakfast table. But it wasn't for you - it was for the man sitting in front of you, staring at you as if you were as strange as the cake itself.

And really, is it even a cake? There's no frosting, and it's fucking fish for god's sake. In gelatin. Who would even think of such a thing?

"Is this for me?"

Kaldo's voice was weak, his usual airy tone nearly lost in the shock that was slapped across his face. His crimson eyes were boring holes at you, and it was frankly a little disturbing.

"...Yes. You said you had liked it before, and I thought it would be nice to get it for you. I know you don't like regular cake that much."

He was a freak, really. The man would rather put his sweet honey on anything that didn't go with it. Cake would be a reasonable match, but instead, coffee and raw fish were his preferred mixups.

How strange.

"I did. I did mention that, didn't I." The man took the fork set out just for him, taking a bite of the cake as if it were a delicacy. His face was practically spread open in a wide grin, ear to ear as he slowly chewed on it.

This was the most you had ever seen him enjoy a cake. The one at his last birthday party had him in near tears from how much he had hated the flavor - chocolate, without any honey to subside the pain of putting it in his mouth.

But Kaldo was practically drooling as he dug into his sad little cake. He had taken to pouring a rich honey on it, as if it would make a difference in the texture of fish and gelatin.

"Do you," It was stupid to ask, given that he was nearly done destroying the disgusting dish. His face was smeared with honey and pieces of fish, and you only smiled back as a stupid grin spread across his face. "Do you like it? Sorry if it's not the gift you expected."

You made him walk all the way to your home for it. On his birthday as well.

Frankly, you were a rather horrible wife-to-be.

"If I were to be honest..." Kaldo put down his fork, looking down at the remaining pieces of his cake. It was more like a soup now, as his took the prongs of his tool and played with the pieces that remained.

"...I think this is the best birthday gift I've ever received."

"Is it really?"

The lily-haired man nodded, his bangs somehow spared from the mess that was spread across his face. He looked like a bear that had found a beehive, and with the smile he wore, it was obvious that he felt like a winner.

"You know? We need this at our wedding. It's a really good cake."

"What?"

This was the first time Kaldo had ever mentioned something like that. The man was rather silent about those things - as far as you knew, he had only agreed to marry you because it was a good tax write-off for the both of you.

"If you want it, sure. We'll have two cakes." You wanted to be a good wife, really.

"...Really?"

"Why not? It's your wedding too."

It was subtle, a barely noticeable detail in the character he portrayed to you. But his shoulders relaxed, his spine deflating from the stiff posture he kept at all times. His arms leaned against the table, and his neck rolled around to lean to the side.

It looked as if he truly relaxed for once in his life.

"...Yeah. Why not indeed."

I'm lowkey just writing whatever the fuck I want rn, Kaldo is just my muse rn.

[radiumpanthera]

Create // Divine

Artwork explanation below the cut

Hey besties long time no see. Again. Lol

Ive been on an art hiatus because im burnt the Fuck out and the chronic illnesses have been flaring. Fun times

BUT i finished this a bit ago on TDOV and submitted it to a local art museums pride exhibition (manifest i make it in hehe) and im rly proud of it

This piece didnt start out with any specific intention, it just kinda Happened that way (we love a happy accident). At the time i was listening to Lauren Bousfield's music and i guess i just kinda let the music direct me- ironic, because i didnt realize at first she's a trans woman, and that her song Dead Eyes, that i had on repeat, was about being trans. The words in the background are lyrics to that song btw!

But yeah, theres a lot of different motivations behind this piece. Like, one type of argument I've heard be used against trans people is like, "god doesnt make mistakes/he put you in the body he put you in for a reason" as in you're supposed to be the gender you were assigned at birth. Ive also heard stuff like "your body is a temple/dont mutilate your body (with gender affirming surgeries)" which is like,,, hmm..

But if you truly believe god doesnt make mistakes, would you not believe he made people with them being trans in mind? And im not at all religious, but if my body is a temple, im going to believe im the deity in which it worships, and i will renovate and redecorate my temple as i see fit. And that includes wearing clothes that affirm me, both masc and fem! And it includes HRT! And it includes affirming surgeries!

There is something so. Indescribably lovely and almost ethereal about trans people; the intimacy and introspection you have with yourself when figuring out your identity, making little deliberate decisions each day to discover and become who you are. Its incredibly fucking difficult as it is, even moreso with the bullshit we have to deal with from other people and the GOVERNMENT. ugh. But existence is still resistance. And i love my trans siblings, my trans friends, my trans partner, my trans community.

Another point this piece makes is that, people will dislike us no matter how we present ourselves. It doesnt matter if were "one of the good ones" or if we dont have a complicated gender or if we only use one set of pronouns. People will dislike us, hate us, even find us disgusting. Its hard, but for me, im like. If you're gonna find me disgusting i might as well be completely myself, I'll be as "disgusting" as possible. I'll be visibly trans, ill have a complex gender, ill use "it" pronouns, ill be masculine as fuck and wear skirts and croptops, body hair from testosterone, tits and scars visible because expression is fun to play around with and i wanna do what makes me feel like Me, and my body deserves recognition, and i will never make myself and my identity "palatable" for a cis persons comfort. It is not ever more important than my existence.

We all deserve to exist, we all deserve to love and be loved, we deserve to be recognized and celebrated and really Heard. We have a very unique perspective on life, gender, and the world in general. We have a relationship with ourselves and our communities and our bodies that's impossible to understand if you haven't experienced it. But it's still worth sharing as any other Human experience.

[nadiresdiary]

"Poly" in Polytheism

mostly an open, and very raw talk about Lady Athena by a baby helpol

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* This is a very big yap session, I apologize!! I am getting more and more interested in Lady Athena, Lady Demeter, and Lord Ares.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

But it's weird... especially with Lady Demeter. I am SO out of touch with nature, yet I crave it. I hate cooking, and I only bake if I have to. I only stay outside if the temperature is alright to me. I would LOVE to support local farmers and buy organic food, but I can't afford either. But She feel so incredibly motherly to me. I feel like Her domain is calling to me. I truly believe that humans were made to live and frolic in nature.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Lord Ares is an interesting one... All of my life, I have struggled with anger issues (I get angry easily), passed down on me from both of my parents. At this point in my life, I hold my anger in very well, and tend to go away from situations that make me angry so I they don't "escalate" . I have seen just a handful of posts by Lord Ares' worshippers, and how much He helps them, not just with their anger.

I sometimes tend to forget that anger is not a necessarily bad emotion. It's here to protect, and to make your body recognize when you are being mistreated, for example. From what I have seen, lots of Lord Ares worshippers see Him as a father figure, and I have read a lot about how good of a father He is.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Lady Athena, however... oh, it's a complicated tale on this one.

As I have stated in a prior entry, I don't feel worthy enough to be under Her domain, even though I'd like to be.

All of my life, I have felt inferior, especially in the smarts-area. I have never been book-smart, and my mother never finished school, so there was a LOT she didn't know, and therefore, couldn't teach me. And I don't have a dad, lol.

Anyways, from what my best friend and boyfriend have been telling me, is that I seem to be socially smart. I seem to be wise. But I don't look at these aspects of myself all too fondly all of the time, since those were shaped by trauma.

I had to be careful.

I had to read people and identify their intentions immediately for my safety.

I received a lot of bad grades in my school years, which always made me feel dumber than others. Since there is a high possibility that I have ADHD, I've started to be easier on myself. The system just wasn't made for people like me.

But I love knowledge. I crave knowledge.

I get overwhelmed when my (possible) ADHD wants to suck up Every Single Piece Of Information Ever in the span of one (1) day. And I sulk when I'm not perfect.

I get frustrated when information doesn't stick immediately. I get upset when I have to read a passage over and over and over again because I can't concentrate on Just That.

I don't feel worthy yet, even though I want to finish my high-school diploma somehow after dropping out two years ago, and even though I see and recognize that some things that I say or do, are because of my craving for knowledge.

Should I still reach out? Should I somehow "wait" for a sign from Lady Athena where I know that I am allowed into Her domain? As I see Lady Aphrodite as a gentle, loving and kind Mother, I see Lady Athena as a stern Mother that expects perfection. Am I wrong?

Thank you for reading 🕊️🤍

[cositapreciosa]

Poinsettias

Alejandro Gillick x gn!reader, (pretty gn but you have a dead husband, the usual warnings for the movies, a bit angsty I guess) 1625 words

a/n : i hope y'all aren't getting tired of this man, cause i can't seem to lol

Tagging the besties-that-might-like-this as usual @narcolini @drabbles-mc @anunhealthydoseofangst @hausofmamadas @justonemore-fic @doughmonkey

You don’t have much in common with Alejandro except a murdered spouse and a need for revenge.

Revenge clings to your tongue, night and day, in your dreams. Bitter, ashed. You wondered if it followed him too, the dark smoke that follows you and reminds you every day, if it makes him as hateful as you. Sometimes you think that all this killing won’t fix anything, that it won’t put out the fire in your mind. You never asked Alejandro about it though, never pushed for answers even after Matt told you what really happened to Alejandro’s family, how it happened. Not reading it from his file this time, not the wrinkled police report, redacted lines, or the pictures of damaged walls and bullet shells, just angry sentences, venom spitting from Matt’s mouth from anger and empathy that wasn’t his to feel, that he couldn’t understand.

You threw up in the plane’s bathroom he had told you, pretexting a headache, letting the bile pile up in your mouth, holding in the inevitable. The cold water from the sink couldn’t make the images of his family go away, it couldn’t cool down the panic clawing at your chest. You remembered when they killed your husband. Cold-blooded, no time to beg, a few white flashes in the night. You remembered screaming, his warm blood on your face, on your silk sheets.

It would be years before you made a break in your husband's case, figuring out how you could get closer, close enough to kill back. It possessed you, this idea of killing Alarcón, picking him off piece by piece, hurting him like he had hurt you. It would be months before you had started to get somewhere. Plotting, twisting the truth.

But then you met Alejandro. Pure faith, something between luck and chance, in the dirtiest bar in Juárez, as you were waiting on one of the local cops to pay for information once again. The tequila in your glass tasted stale, the smell of smoke filled the place and stung the eyes. It took everything in you not to jump when he dragged the seat in front of you away from the table so he could sit in it. A man about your age, lazing back into the chair without a care in the world. Something felt wrong, you could sense it, see it in his eyes. Whatever it was, you knew you were about to find out. He spoke before you could.

‘’ Mateo won’t show up, he’s dead. ‘’

If he expects a reaction he doesn’t get one, your face stiff and indifferent. What the fuck.

‘’ What I want to know now, ‘’ He breathes in when you don’t answer, like he is bored, over the whole thing already, ‘’ Is who you are and why every stone I turn seems to have your name on it. ‘’

‘’You're the Colombian they talked about. ‘’

He hmms, unsurprised, ‘’ And you’re the Mexican they talked about. Who are you working for? ‘’

What are you looking for?

‘’ I work for no one. I’m searching for something, ‘’ Someone. ‘’ And from what I’ve gathered, you are too. ‘’

You haven’t gathered much, just bits and pieces, a whisper of his name here and there, barely anything to make a case. It is all bluff and smoke, and hopefully, he doesn’t notice it.

‘’ Sonora is pretty powerful this close to the border, you should watch who you talk to. ‘’

The Sonora cartel, Alarcón. Bingo.

‘’ I’m not scared of him, and I don’t think you are either. ‘’

You see the muscle spam above his brow. The turned stones must make sense to him know, why they were always in his path.

You didn’t have much in common with Alejandro back then, but you quickly did. Life was not lonely anymore, bills split in half, the duty of knives on throats and guns to the head shared, he proved to be useful in many ways, more than you originally believed he would be. A trained professional, when you could barely press the trigger.

You thought it would be your downfall when the CIA approached you, that you had fought and climbed ladders this far, why should the both of you enroll in something like this? Like them? But he convinced you like he always did. It is you and me against them, it always will. Them, Sonora, the CIA. Alarcón*. I’m not scared of them, Alejandro.*

It felt heavy in the beginning. The structure, the paperwork, the way Alejandro fitted so well in this new machine and you just didn’t. You worked together still, yes, but he took his coffee black, straight from the machine, while you took yours with a splash of milk. He slept on the plane while you stayed restless. He talked back at Matt without caring about the consequences, while you just shut up and took it. You couldn’t fit in, you couldn’t make it work, not when the whole thing made you think of corruption, greed, and anger—the same things from back home, the same things that killed your husband. Everything you were not.

It all comes to it when you cross the tunnel. Bulletproof vest weighing your shoulders, cold metal gun in your hands. Kate finally out of the way and Matt nowhere to be seen. It makes you shake, the anticipation of it, knowing it is almost time, almost the moment you have been waiting for years at this point. I’m not scared of him. The wood door is huge, tall and the final path to this whole chase.

The red poinsettias blooming in the vases guarding it are the same kind you used to take care of at home. I’m not scared of him. Red, your husband’s favourite colour. I’m not-

You are stuck in front of the door, frozen, unable to step over the body you just killed. Alejandro still moving forward, an unstoppable force.

They’re Christmas flowers, you would tell your husband every year, isn’t September a little too early to celebrate?

They are in season, mi amor, he would answer every time, wouldn’t it be a shame to just cut them off?

Wouldn’t it be against their nature to force them into something they are not?

‘’ I can’t do it. ‘’ You breathe out. I can’t get in.

Maybe it is fear you felt, not anticipation, helplessness, grief. In the chaos of it all, you know it, what you knew deep down already, all this time. This won’t reason anything. This won’t tame the dark smoke in your lungs, the nightmares, the panic attacks, this will fix nothing. Not the death of your husband, not the lives you have taken, not Alejandro.

‘’What do you mean? ‘’

He turns around as fast as the words finish to cross your lips. The crease between his brows is stiff, angry, of course he would be.

‘’ I just can’t, Alejandro. ‘’ I can’t kill them.

‘’ You’re backing out, hmm? After everything we’ve done? This, here, this is where you draw the line? ‘’

It feels silly when he says it, it makes you laugh, with tears coating your lashline from the overwhelming sadness of it all. Alejandro recoils when he hears the sound leave your lips—disbelief, surprise.

‘’ Puta madre, I swear I- ‘’ He points a finger your way, bites his tongue to keep the words from coming out. I knew you would do this. You know he wants to say it, that he should have left you in Mexico like he had planned, that he wants to raise his voice and push more venom out of his mouth and attack, but he doesn’t.

‘’ I’m still going in. ‘’ Is all he finds to say. I can kill them, it means. You know he can, as he has proved many times. Maybe it is about pride, commitment, or something else you lack entirely. Even though, you can’t bring yourself to take another step forward.

You know you will only see yourself in Alarcón's wife’s eyes.

‘’ I’m not telling you to stop. ‘’ You breathe out.

You expect him to leave then, to walk through the door and let you go back to whatever you were doing before all this. At home, crying, grieving. His hands let go of his gun handle to press on your cheek. His fingers are warm, your skin cold from the wind. Alejandro caresses the soft of your face for a moment, and it makes you want to melt, to allow yourself to fall apart for once.

‘’ I’ll do it for us. ‘’ His hands press into your skin, making a point. For them, he means.

His hold on you is strong, desperate to make you understand that he means it, that you have done everything right, and that he can do this part alone, for you too.

You thought you could do it like him, bring your gun to your shoulder and charge without thinking. You thought that those revengeful ideas you had could compare to his, that after killing a few men, you would be able to stomach doing it one last time with him.

You let go of him, and let him get inside while you wait on the porch. The air is colder now that you aren’t moving and that he has left your side, cooling your neck, numbing your fingers. Your heart seizes every time his gun goes off in your earpiece.

Today, you realize you never had much in common with Alejandro.

[hn-undercover-9503]

Any treebark headcannons for One Piece? Or even just them separately if its spoiler territory?

Oh absolutely :D

So, this au mimics the events of Third Life (pretty much to a T) for a long time, Martyn played nice with Ren while trying to figure out a way to escape the ship, but before he can do that they were attacked by Etho's crew, and Ren basically let them take whatever they want, at which point Martyn's thought process is essentially, "Oh my fucking God he is so pathetic, why was I ever scared of this guy" and yells at him; this same incident provokes Ren to stand up to Scar when HIS crew corners them, and by then Martyn was basically like, "I can't leave now, this idiot's gonna get himself flayed alive" and then Martyn got dragged into a pirate war :)

Ren had already developed the biggest crush on Martyn while the other was actively scheming how to kill him and get off the ship; he did not realize he was crushing until wayyyyyy later lol

Martyn hated Ren for a while--like, genuinely months he went around playing nice with him while plotting an assassination attempt behind closed doors; every scheme he came up with was even wilder than the last (he never went through with any of them)

When they eventually do come to trust each other (this would be after Ren stands up to Scar) they find they actually work incredibly well as a fighting team, to the point even Ren's crew are impressed by how well they end up meshing together

Ren has seen Martyn donning the sniper role exactly ONE time, and only for an emergency situation, but it's literally never left his mind; he thinks Martyn being a sniper is one of the most gorgeous things he's ever seen in his life (he's so down bad it's not even funny)

Ren's moon transformation form is different from his usual transformation forms, in that he's basically just a full wolf; Martyn really...REALLY likes this form (wolf Ren is very cuddly, but especially to Martyn)

aaaand a few separate headcanons! for fun!!

Martyn Things:

Martyn has a huge burn scar on his hand, from a gunpowder explosion when he was playing with a pistol as a kid--no gun safety in my imaginary pirate world, everyone (he also stole this gun from his village's mayor, and almost got arrested for it at age 10)

Martyn taught himself how to shoot, and is actually a really good sniper--he almost never does that, though, because he finds it excruciatingly boring

Martyn has never actually killed anybody, despite what he'd have you believe; he's never shot to kill, only to incapacitate

Martyn's never liked the Marines because when he was a kid he would always butt heads with the local base soldiers, and got detained by them a lot--never seriously, but he definitely had a reputation

When word got out that Martyn was working with the Red King, the Marines from around his childhood village all claimed they knew all along (they did not)

Martyn, funnily enough, is more of a cat person; Ren is devastated

Ren Things:

Ren was born into piracy, and has always lived on board a ship; he didn't actually intend to become a devil fruit user, when he was really young, his crew raided a Marine ship carrying lots of valuables to a main base, one of which was the Lycaon model of the Inu-Inu no mi--Ren got into the loot and ate the fruit because, quote, "It looked delicious! ...it wasn't."

Ren LOOOOOVESS dogs; everybody thinks it's just a bit because of his devil fruit, but Ren's just always loved dogs; he's never actually owned one, though--his dream is to adopt three of them when he eventually retires from pirate life

Because he grew up on a pirate ship, Ren's conversation and people skills are pretty, um...unique lol this man would not know subtlety if it slapped him in the face

Ren is genuinely very popular, although he doesn't really know how or why, and more often than not he deflects romantic advances without even realizing they're happening; his crew finds it very funny; so when he eventually DOES end up falling in love with Martyn, most of them are convinced it's some elaborate prank

Similar to Luffy, Ren has an incredible sense for people--he's almost always right when it comes to people's intentions; the issue is (at least until Martyn) that he's usually too nice to do much about it)

[clockwrkpendrxgon]

2024 Year in Review: Writing Round-Up

This is my first ao3 year in review, and I just wanted to say how grateful I am for every bit of love my stories received this year 💕

My details:

My ao3: clockwrkpendrxgon

My fandom: Red, White & Royal Blue

Total no. of fics in 2024: 8

Total word count: 185,081

Oneshots (5):

🖋️ This could be us: (4,436 words, E)

I remember going feral over two specific nsfw fan art pieces and then I was like: okay what if alex was the one who saw them and wanted to try them out? that’s pretty much what this fic is all about ahahaha (i’m so grateful for han and eve fr)

🖋️ Total eclipse of my heart: (7,005 words, G)

This is one of my fave roommates au’s I’ve ever written! And I was so happy that it received so much love and was a remedy for some who went to get their wisdom teeth removed 🥰

🖋️ More Valuable Than Jewels: (10,022 words, E)

GOD THIS STORY. It’s so dear to me, and I was kind of a little disappointed bc it didn’t do as well as I expected :( but it’s okay I guess, because I had so much fun writing Henry pining for Alex in a Bridgerton-esque setting hehe 🤭

🖋️ Bruised Like Violets: (6,254 words, E)

UM THIS ONE WAS A SURPRISE. like i was obsessed with the idea of jealous henry, but i wasn’t expecting so many people to be as obsessed too sjdksjs (not to mention the 🌶️) so yeah i’m happy with this one lmao

🖋️ Wishing On Orion: (23,035 words, M)

another one that is so SO so dear to me like you have no idea. childhood friends? ✅ teenage crush? ✅ one sided love that’s not one sided after all? ✅ it was so wholesome to write henry and alex in an entirely different universe where their families grew in each other’s presence. henry going through his father’s illness with alex by his side… it was something I needed them to experience 🥹 unfortunately, this story didn’t get as even half the love any of my other stories usually get, so it was a punch to the gut but we ball!!

Multi-Chapters (3):

🖋️ Like the Stars Miss the Sun: (23,324 words, M)

The prologue to this story is like nothing I’ve ever written, and I’m so proud of it because this was the first time someone has ever wanted to make art for my fic. (please look at this beauty). the idea of firstprince being lovers in heaven, then being forcefully separated and cursed into oblivion as mortals on earth who have no recollection whatsoever of their past life and love? count me tf in! also check the incredible character profiles mariam did of angel henry and alex 🥹

🖋️ Reserved For Me: (35,836 words, E)

this story was so unserious 😂 like it was a 50/50 gamble for me. people are either going to hate it or absolutely love it and i’m so thrilled it was the latter 😂♥️ i don’t usually dabble with OCs in my fics, but this one time it turned out affectionately hilarious and everyone loved Emad (including me lol) it was so fun basing this fic on a local movie and making henry and alex visit real life locations here where i live and imagine what their experiences would be like 🥹♥️

🖋️ A Bullet to the Heart: (75,169 words, E)

My first ever participation in a big bang, the longest work I’ve written so far in the rwrb fandom, and also my first time writing a spy au! Writing this story wasn’t easy, because I wanted to capture the essence of Henry and Alex’s characters in a world that’s so different from the book, and I think I did alright :) I loved exploring the lengths to which Henry’s grief for his father would go if placed in different circumstances. I also loved writing the action scenes for this fic because I’m such a visual reader, so like- if the image doesn’t immediately flash in the reader’s mind when they read my works, then I’ve fallen short of what I’m doing. I expected this story to do much better than how it did, but I’m also grateful for everyone who gave it their time 🤍

Upcoming fics:

Uhhh, I usually like to keep these a surprise so I don’t end up overpromising 😂 BUT since I have a couple of chapters outlined, we’re getting prince henry x head of security team alex (here’s the prompt) it’s going to be absolute shenanigans!!!

Thank you to @0npurpose and @thesleepyskipper for tagging me in your writing round-ups, I’m so proud of you 🤍

Tags (no pressure ofc!! 💗) :

@kj-bee @firenati0n @ash-morrison @caterpills @miharaikko @theprinceandagcd @blueeyedgrlwrites @anincompletelist @henryspearl @magicmelinoe @milowren29

Lastly, I’m so grateful for the wonderful friends I’ve made along the way, and I can’t wait to witness what everyone in this incredible fandom brings in 2025 🥳✨♥️

[millipede-menace]

🏺 Leosagi pottery au 🏺

The brain worms are worming but it’s something I actually know a thing or two about so now I yap! :U

🪱 Ok ok, hear me out . . .

Au Summary: Leo’s doing some hot girl shit and by that I mean being depressed and locking himself in his room, rotting away.

Mikey convinces Leo to take a pottery class with him & drags his ass along

Mikey’s great at it (obvi) but Leo’s having trouble and hates it

The instructor comes by and helps him out (aka Miyamoto Usagi) and pulls a “Ghost” (he actually doesn’t, he just helps him center clay, but Leo is convinced “it was for sure a Ghost moment” lol) (also hence the shitty doodle I posted earlier)

And now that this bitch has a hot instructor, he’s all excited to get out of his room and do pottery

I mean he’s still depressed but now he’s trying to rizz up his instructor lol

Pottery Talk: Im having loads of fun thinking about Usagi’s pottery style

Let me explain-💅

The first brain-worm thought, “What if I modeled Usagi off of Shoji Hamada” (aka one of my favorite potters) 🪱

It sooo preeetttty 😫 The calligraphy-like brush strokes, the colors, the simplicity and the mingei movement, it all just SCREAMS Usagi!!

A little more context: Shoji Hamada was THE guy in the Mingei (folk-art) movement which emphasized using local resources! Dude was making beautiful work using the clay in the dirt. No fancy shmancy imported porcelain or complicated designs with intricate gold enamel. The connection/appreciation of nature and spirituality. The rejection of cheap mass-produced/industrialized ceramics, and embracing the imperfections of each individual piece, knowing it was carefully crafted by some unknown craftsman with years of experience and skill (not saying Shoji Hamada was unknown, but he advocated & supported unknown artists) It all just reminds me so much of Usagi.

I wanted to explore more styles, like abstract/sculptural and what-not, but I think Usagi would be a functional potter. 100% (lowkey was thinking of making Leo have a more sculptural/abstract/handbuilding/intuition kind of style to contrast with Usagi but idk yet)

I’m still looking at different artists and their styles

(Btw, this would all take place in the rottmnt universe but it would be really interesting if it took place in the Edo period. Japan has such a rich history with pottery! Then I’d get to use Edo period type pottery which is also super fun, hmmmm . . .)

The brainworms really need to let me sleep . . . 🪱

[tfw-no-tennis]

slawbo 3 extended authors notes

fic is HERE if you missed it!

just like last time but with much less medical information!

so! slawbo 3. FINALLY. this has actually been finished since like june UGH but summer was crazyyyy and fall has been too and editing this was a slog. but here we are! and it's even longer than the rest of the series combined!

behind the scenes stuff: so the bouncer/security guy, Smith - in the early draft he was actually a locksmith, so his name was a pun lmao. it stuck thru the changes, even tho its not a very one piece name lol (full disclosure, I'm terrible at naming stuff, both characters and places)

the original draft had sabo asking a local locksmith (Smith) to let him into his 'office'...Smith wouldn't buy it, Law would come along, and they would make out to convince smith that they really were dating

obviously all of that changed in the final draft but bits of it remain!

actually the original premise for this fic was JUST fake dating, and the handcuffed together thing was gonna be a different fic, AND the thrown in jail together fic was gonna be separate, but they all ended up being combined here.

shoutout to ruth for MANY things in this fic: i'll list all of them throughout, but the first one here is that she named the character Sangria (based on her holding a glass of sangria). THATS such a one piece name lol

so there is SOME medical talk here lol - so the bit where Sabo gives medical advice...i wanted to tie back to the last fic, so i had him talk about aortic aneurysms/dissections lol

(like the last fic, this is about AORTIC aneurysms - most of the time when people say 'aneurysm' theyre probably thinking about a brain aneurysm, which is a similar concept but with one of the blood vessels in the brain).

basically, an aneurysm is - contrary to what most people might think - just the widening of the vessel, where the dissection is the actual tearing (which usually leads to death) of the vessel

crazy enough, if the aneurysm is small enough, you just kinda monitor it 😳

so you can see that the aneurysm is alarming as fuck but not necessarily fatal, where the dissection involves the actual vessel tearing, causing blood to leak everywhere (and this is all the aorta, your body's largest vessel, so that's really bad)

TAA = thoracic aortic aneurysm; AAA = abdominal aortic aneurysm

fun(?) fact: if a AAA is large enough, you can feel it - if you press down on the midline of your abdomen, you can feel your abdominal aorta pulsating there - but if you can feel it realllllly far to either side of your midline, that could be an aneurysm!

(please dont worry if this is the case for you, your pulse can reverberate and some people have a wide pulse normally, this is very general lol)

anyways. i feel like sabo would do some hate-research after the events of the last fic, and that leaves him with some handy medical knowledge to get law all hot & bothered with lolll

what else...ah, northwood. mr captain flint northwood. in case it isnt obvious, his name is a play on clint eastwood: clint-->flint, and north instead of east lmao. s/o to ruth for LOTS of help with his character 👏

also shoutout to ruth for thinking up the whole 'multiple physical medical licenses' bit, AND the 'trafalgar leg' name lmao. it was initially a one-off gag from the first fic, but it ended up fitting well here, so we get the triumphant return of leg

law is right about the sternal rubs actually! that IS how you try to arouse a patient who's in a stupor - it's part of how you grade somebody's mental status for the glasgow coma scale

i had to hold back so many medical terms/bits for sabo's pov lmao. ruth Went Thru It while beta-ing. next fic we'll be back w/law and the medical BS will be back

northwood just kinda appeared. i think themed marines are soooo funny so i had a lot of fun writing him lmao

also, ftr, law really DID just happen to be in town lmao. that's three times these fools have run into each other by chance...maybe somebody they'll interact INTENTIONALLY (stay tuned!)

this fic actually has some ANGST in it whoaaaa. as yall can probably tell, im more of a humor writer than an angst writer, but i still had a good time with that

as yall mightve also noticed, i really love exploring sabo's amnesia (shameless sabo amnesia character study fic plug), so i really enjoyed having him reveal his amnesia to law and talk about it a little

that line where law offers to fix sabo's amnesia and asks to look at his brain - i've had that snippet written down since about 2018, when i first wrote 'make me burn the candle right down' [slawbo pilot fic], so i was REAL happy to finally have a chance to use it haha

i can sooooo picture little baby sabo hitting his head on stuff trying to see if percussive force will fix his amnesia lmaooooo

i also give ruth full credit for the exchange where the mayor says law saved him 'with his own two hands' and northwood replies '...the hands that have death tattooed on them?' ty for that genius tidbit, and also the 'pirates will steal anything these days' bit as well 🔥

i really like having law in situations where he isnt the straight man (like he usually is w/the straw hats), bc i think it's interesting to explore that side of him. plus, like we outlined in the manifesto, this is smarmy smirky pre-canon law we're dealing with!

so yeah, he gets to go full Actor Mode with sabo at the end there lol

not sure if its clear but i didnt really intend northwood to be homophobic by being vaguely uncomfortable at the PDA - more like he's just uncomfortable w/PDA no matter who's involved

i figured these two might need a little push to get to the 'making out' point in their little situationship, so here we have it

also, the kissing is SUPPOSED to be pretty awkward (especially at first), fwiw. imo, they're both pretty inexperienced, PLUS they have an audience, so there's a learning curve

will northwood return? great question. stay tuned to find out!

will sangria & the mayor of this unnamed town return? honestly, probably not, but you never know!

will slawbo return? YOU BETCHA! I have big plans for slawbo 4, and I also have two other sabo-centric fics cooking (including a sequel to the above-mentioned sabo amnesia character study fic), so expect those to come around this next year.

this past year was VERY busy for me w/grad school (sadly, becoming a medical practitioner in this world is much harder than it is in one piece), but this coming year i'll be doing rotations, so much more hands-on training and much less studying til i pass out. yippee!

that also means more time to write! I refuse to publish things until they're complete, so it might be a few months, but those sabo fics I mentioned are multi-chapter, and slawbo 4 is shaping up to be pretty long too. hope to see yall there!

thank you all, dear readers!!! enjoy!!

[enjoyjellime]

Making up headcannons for each character on the fly, here we go!

I see the entire group as one big found family lol

I hope you enjoy my ramblings 🥺

Yashiki: He gives off girl dad vibes, having a sister helped with that. He does hairstyles for the younger Mark Bearers from time to time and can help out with things like outfit decisions, or getting his nails painted as practice. Has a keychain of a black rabbit on his car keys as a reminder.

Saya: She learned to crochet just so that she could make little hats and other pieces for her rabbit, Muu. She would also make pieces for Yashiki to use for the dolls he would make.

Moe: The snack connoisseur, she goes to the local convenience stores to check for new ones constantly. Always has something with her. Having a club meeting? She brought snacks for the whole group. Feeling down? Here's something to cheer you up. Special event? She has the seasonal exclusive. If you ever need a little treat, she's got you covered.

Tsukasa: Isn't allowed to have a pet since his parents are a bit strict about his studies, they think it would just be a distraction. It doesn't stop him from taking care of the stray cat that lives behind his house though. The only other person who knows about its existence is Moe, who helps bring cat food, and every once in a while treats. Moe keeps telling him to name it, but Tsukasa doesn't want to, he doesn't want to become too attached in case something happens to it.

Mashita: The reason his dexterity stat is so low is due to an accident that happened while working in the force. While not disabling him, it has left him with much lower dexterity than what he had before. He doesn't tell anyone about this, because he hates feeling vulnerable. But as he warms up to everyone more, he eventually goes to Daimon about it, who shows him hand exercises to do to help build it up again.

Shou: Has a doting mother, but an absentee father, so he looks up to Mashita and Yashiki quite a lot. He wanted to learn the drums, but his mom ended up putting him in violin lessons growing up, so he's surprisingly good at it. He gets flustered if it's ever brought up. Currently he is self taught on drums, Ai asked if he'd like to be the drummer for one of her concerts once. He declined, wanting to make sure he was at a good level first before doing any performing.

Christie: Being a news reporter, she is able to get a lot of information from her sources, meaning she knows of all the best restaurants and cafés in the city. She likes to take the other Mark Bearers to try things with her sometimes, like being the first to try a new restaurant that just opened up, or visiting a fusion cafe for a coffee date. From high end sushi, to a hole in the wall family owned restaurant, from a cutesy dessert buffet, to rows of Izakaya, she's a foodie at heart. Definitely the rich aunt type, who likes to spoil the younger Mark Bearers. In moderation of course.

Suzu: After the Hanayome case, she gained a whole new appreciation for animals. When she's not at home doing chores or homework, she likes to volunteer her time at the local animal shelter. Her calm demeanor makes her quite popular in the cat room specifically. Plans on becoming a veterinarian one day.

Eita: Ends up finding his calling working in the IT department as the rise of the internet begins, making it a very well paying job at the time. Despite his otaku nature, his favourite anime genre is actually just Slice of Life. Christie is his plug for collaboration merchandise being sold at cafes or restaurants, he pays her back of course.

Yasuoka: Quite the fashionista, has a colour coordinated outfit for any lucky colour her fortune gives her that day, but when asked, she'll say her favourite colour is periwinkle. She took up embroidery as a hobby, so when she's not out and about reading fortunes and receiving information on spiritual happenings for Yashiki, she can be found stitching patterns onto omamori charms that she gives out to those who need them.

Ai: Was able to get clearance from her manager about a specific VIP pass to her concerts just for the Mark Bearers, and is always happy to see them after a show. Dedicated a song to the group and what they had gone through together. She once tried to set up a personal concert at the Mansion with herself on vocals, Yashiki on piano, Daimon on guitar, and Shou on drums. It was.... interesting. To say the least.

Hiroo: After a long day at work, her favourite way to unwind is renting a session at a karaoke booth and ordering some drinks. She only sings by herself and when she's drunk, as she's a bit self conscious about her voice. But she's actually pretty decent, if you ignore the drunken slurring and giggling. When warmed up to the others a bit more, she'll invite Daimon, Christie, and/or Yashiki. However these musical get-togethers are strictly a "No Mashita Zone" since she doesn't want him having any dirt on her while she's inebriated.

Daimon: Really likes high energy music, and used to go to raves when he was in his prime. Nowadays he can't really do any of the moves he used to without going into an aggressive coughing fit, but he can be stubborn when he wants to be. Appreciates when the younger Mark Bearers shows him newer music, helps keep him in the know. Always tries to make it to each of Ai's shows, his support is felt through how fast he ends up waving the glow sticks, immediately followed by another coughing fit. Promised to help Suzu get into medical school if she was still interested in becoming a veterinarian when the time came.

Banshee: Now that his "home" was purified, he now has more access to the underground system, and is able to make it all around the city fairly fast without interruption. However doing this to get to different manholes around town has caused him to become somewhat of a cryptid to the public, and he absolutely loves it. The only people who go under to meet him are Hiroo and Daimon, for check ups and to hear more about their ancestors and the history of the place. Everyone else meets him on the surface, either on purpose or by chance. They have a special code that echoes through the underground so that he can make his way back to see them at the meeting spot. He goes to the mansion himself whenever he wants to raid the pantry give Yashiki a visit.

Thank you if you made it this far 🥹

[haeigoo]

Compass (SJH)

ღ pairing: lifeguard!johnny x fem!reader (less beach stuff, i got carried away lol)

ღ description: nearing graduation, (y/n) spends the weekend at the local pool to unwind the stresses of school, when she meets Johnny Suh, who will be the change of perspective she needs before stepping into the next chapter in her life.

ღ word count: 2,015

ღ genre: ANGST, fluff

ღ warnings: YN HAS LOW SELF-ESTEEM FROM THE START (like self-blame, sorry), slight swearing, nothing sexual & i focused on the friendship more

ღ playlist: hate myself by dodie, heaven by maude latour, & karera by bini

ღ author's note: happy one year to me, for posting my first au here (coincidentally). this is personal to me & i’m very proud of putting it out there! <3

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“(y/n), we just finished our exams,” Mei playfully whined as she nudged your shoulder. “Let’s go out!”

“Where? I wanna stay in the city.” You chuckled.

“The local pool!” Mei rose up from her seat. “You miss swimming.”

“I wouldn’t know anyone there, except you.” You looked up at Mei and smiled.

“That’s exactly why we’re going!” Mei brimmed with anticipation.

While packing for the weekend, you were busy ruminating. Am I 100% sure?

You’ve kept quiet about your vices because you didn’t wanna be a problem for anyone to solve. The possibility of pivoting away from years of dedication to a craft, terrified you and if anyone, god forbid, were to find out, you wouldn’t know how to live with yourself. You indulged in the consequences in great detail, making you sweat profusely as your mind catered to every thought.

Hanging on the wall was your self-portrait from when you were young. Rough squiggly lines from a set of crayons your grandmother got you for Christmas. You had large oblong-shaped eyes and a rectangular smile on the piece of paper.

Imperfect but, you continued. She didn’t have a care in the world, you wondered.

The weekend finally comes when you hear a knock on the door, followed by a sweet tone which called out for you, it was Mei. Who else knows your address? you snickered. She dragged her small luggage inside and charged at you, with a snuggly hug. It just felt right for a moment.

“You look drowsy,” Mei, to her surprise, stepped away. “Was I too early?”

Your eyes widened as you took a deep gulp. If there’s one person worth telling, it’s her, right? you thought.

“Just amped up. Shall we?” You grabbed her hand and plastered a smile. After minutes without a bench in sight, you both arrive at the gate. Awfully spacious, you purse your lips.

“You sure it’s open? Looks like a cemetery.” You let out a laugh.

“Peace and quiet?” Mei giggled.

“Mhm, I do like the sound of that,” You continued. “I’ll just look around.” You left the resting hut.

Again, you were all alone but the fresh breeze did help you soothe your nerves. Walking slowly made you notice how poignant the red and white striped pool lanes were. The heat outside striked the surface of your skin as you brush your hair back. You couldn’t put into words why the constant stream of water keeps colliding.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud thud inside the restroom. The sink had sachets scattered messily around and a stack of kickboards were on the ground. Unbeknownst to you that taking one step would make you fall flat on the floor. The impact it had on your bottom was so painful, you couldn’t get up nor think clearly. You were greeted by a six-foot man looking down on the mess that is you.

“Shit, sorry! You okay?” The man hastily asks as he reaches out his hand for you.

“You think?” You said with gritted teeth. “My butt’s sore!”

“I’m Johnny, by the way,” Johnny hesitated for a moment before meeting your gaze. “What’s yours?”

“(y/n). But I’ve to go.” You slowly get up off the ground, with zero intent of letting him utter another word.

You were about to leave when Johnny tapped your shoulder. Something about his energy drew you in, so you indulge with what he has to say.

“A lifeguard’s not usually like this,” He continued as he scratched the back of his head. “Lemme make it up to you.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You brushed past him.

Before turning behind your back, Johnny was left standing there, stunned. Curiosity grew deeper and you knew you had to bump into him again.

Practically limping from your swollen bottom, Mei saw you from a far and quickly ran towards your direction. She sits you down at the resting hut with a towel on her back.

“(y/n), who did this?” Mei hands you a cup of water, voice trembling.

“I slipped on the pavement!” You humour her after taking a few sips. Mei lifted a brow in response.

“Just a clumsy lifeguard.” You winced. “But I’m okay!” You look into her eyes intently.

“Doesn’t look like that.” Mei’s voice dropped, avoiding eye contact with you.

“What’re you getting at?” You tilt your head sideways, eyes bulged.

“Just tell me, (y/n).” Her nostrils flare up, voice low.

You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes. You started to mumble, at first, but you kept going. You told her how you endured studying at such a prestigious university because of her and opened up about skipping graduation altogether.

“I brushed it all off because I had you,” Your hands fidgeted. “Now, I’m not so sure.”

“So you’re saying, it’s my fault?” Mei pursed her lips. “You lied to me.” She crossed her arms.

“No, because I’d lose you if I did!” You raised your voice before covering your mouth.

“You know what,” Mei tensed up. “Talk to me when you’ve come back to your senses.” She brushed her forehead with a puzzled look.

Mei dragged her luggage, left the hut without looking back. Shocked to your core, you knew begging was useless. Letting the person you trust the most to pull away was a guttural feeling. You cried yourself to sleep that evening.

You abruptly wake up as the sun hits the surface of your skin. You hear children laughing at the pool when you are interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Sleepyhead.” A glint of light shines from Johnny.

“I don’t recall nicknames.” You retort back, getting up as you rub your eyelids.

“What’s mine, then?” He exchanged.

“Stalker.” A chuckle broke out between the space the two of you shared.

“What’re you doing, aside from spying on me?” You questioned.

“If you must know, I work here,” Johnny said. “Pool’s full today and I need an extra pair of hands. Job’s yours if you want!” He offered.

“I don’t have experience,” Before you could finish, Johnny eyed you up. It was different from the day you first met him. He wasn’t clumsy, but incredulous and had you high on a new feeling.

“Relax, I got you.” Johnny reassured you as he placed both his hands on your shoulders.

Your cheeks turned a shade of red and you knew, he had noticed as before he shook his head. You rolled your eyes at him and nodded.

Your job began by preparing kickboards near the pool. Johnny left you to man the desk for a few minutes, you didn’t expect today to be packed. You took notice of a collision of waves splashing against each other. Opposites, you tell yourself. A different life you could’ve been living if you were honest with yourself versus the one you have today. You’ve dug yourself a grave deeper than your fingers deep into the kickboard you were holding, tightening the grip when it suddenly snaps. And it was your fault. A bunch of kids with dagger eyes, gossiping about you. Tears start to form and blur your vision from what’s ahead when Johnny catches up behind you.

“Let’s go.” Johnny breathed.

“I’m fine.” You said, reluctant to take his help. “Don’t you have a job to do?”

“Technically, you do too.” Johnny laughed. “C’mon, who doesn’t take breaks?” He pulls you up to take you inside.

As you walked through the door, silence welcomed you, but in a good way. Johnny gestured to you to sit at his chair before offering you a cup of water. As you take a sip, you let out a scoff, visibly coughing as your emotions start to burst. Feelings of overwhelm lapped you like ocean waves when you lay everything down.

“I stayed in a program because it’d be too disappointing to throw away years of sweat and tears down the drain,” Your voice low, head in hands. “Now, I lost my best friend.”

You glanced up to see Johnny quiet and for once, you actually felt safe. As you were about to continue, he stood up from leaning against the desk.

“I dropped out years ago.” Johnny said, jerked his head to the side.

Your assumptions of him were disproved, all at once. Nonetheless, your mind grew curious and wanted answers to why.

Johnny opened up about dropping out to pursue a myriad of jobs, eventually landing himself more experiences than anyone you could think of. It wasn’t easy, of course. People in his life developed grudges because there wasn’t any certainty in his path.

“Must’ve been hard,” Your eyes narrowed.

“But, I got me.” Johnny shrugged. “(y/n), you have so much time on your hands. Just gotta learn how to use it.”

“What should I do?” You asked with an empty look.

“You know what you have to do, (y/n).” Johnny grinned.

It was sundown and with residents leaving, it was just the two of you again. You’ve overstayed your welcome and couldn’t bear facing another day without Mei. You thought it was ludicrous to write to a stranger.

Thanks for everything, Johnny.

Don’t be a stranger, I’ll be at 29 St. C.U.P. id Auditorium @ 5PM tomorrow.

The morning of your graduation comes and needless to say, you should’ve been at the venue, but there you were, standing outside of Mei’s door. With a simple knock, you hear the twist of the knob turn, taking a deep gulp before opening your eyes was all that seemed certain.

“Spare me five minutes?” You asked.

Mei nods her head, still arms crossed and not uttering a word.

“I’m sorry,” You continued. “Just the program itself, but I was never lying to you about who I was.”

If it weren’t for the weekend, you would’ve never gained the strength to apologize to her. But you had arrived here, feeling a lot more secure of yourself.

“C’mere.” Mei pulls you into a tight embrace, arms wrapped around every inch of you as tears cascade down. “You’re gonna figure this out.” She said reassuringly.

After some time, you went home to prepare and as you were getting dressed, your mind wandered off to that weekend. You’d hope he’d show but brushed it off immediately. He’s probably busy, you say to yourself.

The auditorium was a street away and as soon as you stepped inside, it was a different atmosphere. A widely packed audience filled with people’s emotions gushing uncontrollably. Fellow batchmates called for your attention. This isn’t so bad, you thought.

You found your seat by the end of the row as the event began. The crowd grew loud with the heartfelt speeches that the professors and students gave. The time came to line up before the stage and you were growing uneasy.

“Next, (y/n) (l/n)!” The speaker exclaimed.

Your lips start to curl downward, eyeing the diploma. The dean shook your hand and pulled the other to slip the paper in. Unreal. The photographer was gesturing in front of you when your eyes veered from across the crowd, Mei smiling with her thumbs up close to her face.

And with a flash, you’re a fresh graduate. Still feels like pretend except you have the gown and diploma to prove it.

The ceremony ended with tearful goodbyes as trenchers were thrown up into the sky. You rose from your seat when a bouquet of flowers found its way into your arms.

“Excuse me,” Johnny continued. “I think you dropped this!” All dressed in his most comfortable sweater and slacks, accentuating his physique.

No longer fighting away tears, you accept what’s in front of you. “I’m glad you came.” You sniffled.

“No tardies.” Johnny snickered. “But, I’m really proud of you.” He leaned closer, meeting your gaze.

Johnny placed both his hands on your waist and you were expecting a hug, when he picked you up and spun you around. Giggles escape between the two of you.

You weren’t known for taking risks, but you probably wouldn’t be here without it. You start the next chapter of your life with a fresh take in mind.

[mamadarama]

Off topic from previous ask but you ever look at how ridiculour Madara's stats are? You telling me this guy is born and he's just physically gifted strong? Tall? Buff? Okay whatever... Next you know he can play multiple instruments and it's the least you expect of him. Him playing a cello??? Violin??? Okay he can't get any more ridiculous right— he's fluent in multiple languages, English only being one of them. You're telling me this guy likely knows my mother tongue because our language is just somewhat up there in the list of languages japanese people learn. You're telling me he'll take me anywhere and boom he goes "yeah I speak the local language I can read this Chinese menu for you. Italian? Piece of cake. Norwegian? Ahh a little hard but (speaks fluently)". And then you learn about his multiple seacraft and aircraft licenses like my man can drive a MILITARY HELICOPTER?.??????? A BOAT???? YOU'RE 20 WHEN DID YOU HAVE THE TIME TO DO THIS???? (Then again I haven't been able to access his older stories so there might be a mention where he was just taught to as a kid of the Yakuza whatever. And you remember this man, out of all things, is an IDOL. He's a solo one too and a fairly decent one at that, enough to hate being compared to because he's skilled. HOW DOES HE HAVE THE TIME FOR THIS. YOU'RE NOT EVEN 20. Okay he might be barely 20 now BUT STILL.??? HE'S RIDICULOUS. DONT GET ME STARTED ON BEING A SUCCESSOR OF ONE OF THE 5 ECCENTRICS REI MOTHERFUCKING SAKUMA... He's... An explosive...

- Madara yume anon 🍀

OK SO HERES THE THING WITH THAT. obviously hes a swiss army knife of a man, jack of all trades, etc that much is clear. but its fully his choice to be this way. some stuff is coincidental of course, like his body type is just like that (although he does still work out) and some of his skills he learned as a necessity of being kanatas caretaker/bodyguard (martial arts probably, smuggling magazines for kanata to read), and traveling alone as much as he does, being fluent in multiple languages is not optional. but then theres stuff like operating heavy machinery.... and fighting with weapons... and basically everything else. why would he need any of that? well thing is, he hates himself. his self worth is entirely reliant on his ability to be useful to other people .

when you have a long term relationship with someone, especially if it spans a part of both your childhoods, you grow into each other like a skin graft. if one person is cut away from the other because theyre unable to be there for some reason, the place they occupied will eventually heal over.... and when they come back, there will no longer be a place for them. theyre replaced by new skin, or something like that. like, when madara was exiled and forced away from kanata, he eventually met chiaki, who filled every role madara used to fill (including the one in his family— i believe chiaki and madaras mother are on good terms but dont quote me on that i dont remember where i got it from) and when he managed to get back to japan, he was superfluous, which is a fate worse than death to him. so he learns how to do anything and everything, hoping that at some point one of his skills will be useful to someone and hell have a reason to live again.

tldr; madara knows how to do so much on purpose because the more things he can do, the more opportunities there are for being able to help people. and the more obscure skills he knows, the more irreplaceable he becomes, safeguarding him from becoming unneeded in his friends lives despite his constant absence .

as for the successor thing we still dont really know what rei means by that, cuz according to ritsu madara has been coming over their house for "successor business" for years, even before the war (i think) so it very well could have absolutely nothing to do with idol stuff . maybe its just an excuse to have crazy gay sex idk lol

[flame-shadow]

It's a damn shame I don't have my recreation of House of Stairs anymore, but I do have a few pieces from that time. I'll share those as a sort of consolation prize :)

The scorpion is one of my oldest drawings that I was really proud of. I worked so hard on it, and my mom bought a little stand so that it could be displayed on the side counter. Bugs have always been a thing that I like drawing, though I didn't have as many references and resources back then haha. I was probably referencing a couple scorpion illustrations from an animal magazine and my memory of an Animal Planet episode about desert life. [age 8?]

The howling wolf was a huge accomplishment of mine in the field of realism. Though obviously not for the moon... lol. But I remember being quite smug at how much the adults were impressed with this drawing. [age 13]

The painting was done using only a sponge! I believe it was a plein air painting. Or at least, the sketch was done on location. I remember I liked how the wall and river looked and wanted to capture it. I attended a summer art camp for a few days at the local art museum, and we got to learn about art history and were given the chance to try media we might not have known about before. [age 10?]

I so so so wish I had the snail stamp I carved. Or at least some of the prints I made with it. It was really good!! I remember using a clear reference, and I got the spiral of the shell down perfectly. Even the adults were impressed. I am so sad that I don't have any of that art either...

This drawing was a sketch of what became an acrylic painting. When I drew this, it was around the time one of the Harry Potter books had come out, or maybe one of the movies was released? So a lot of people were going nuts about witches and wizards and stuff. WELL NOT ME. This character here is a WIZARD, and I distinctly remember deciding at the time that I would thrown hands with anyone who insisted that she was a witch because she was a girl. I used to loudly announce that she was a wizard before anyone dared think of her as a witch.

Anyway, the painting itself turned out bad (partially due to my inexperience and partially due to needling from the art teacher), and I also distinctly remember throwing it away because I hated it so much. My mom usually tried to save my art even if I didn't like it at the time, but she knew how much I hated it and how frustrating the process had been, so she didn't even try to convince me to keep the painting. [age 13]

I drew the lizard based off a painted wooden sculpture that my neighbor had. I have no idea where she got it from or what artist/culture to credit for the inspiration, but I put a lot of effort into the final version you see here (I had done studies and multiple messed up drawings before getting to this "perfect" one). Then I drew an armadillo that I think was partially inspired by another sculpture the neighbor had, but I took more creative liberties with it. Maybe I drew it partially from memory? Unsure. But it's charming too. [age 10]