#he can hit me up asap 👀👀

[luvfy0dor]

Henlo

The dad Fyodor anon

Descending from the sky with a request on this fine…. Well it’s night technically but

Ok you get it

You said you write modern AU’s

I have a few in my brain but rn I’m gonna go with the clearest one

You know the kind of stuff I always request

How about Dazai modern au as a young father?

Just him being young (maybe like early 20’s or 19 or something but young, you can pick) and he has a partner. But his partner had become pregnant unexpectedly. And after a really rough and confusing 6 or 7 months, they eventually settle on staying together and his partner wanting to see the pregnancy through (tho they don’t know if they’re gonna keep the child)

Tho ultimately, when the child is born, and Dazai gets to actually hold them, it’s different. And they do decide to keep the child

So basically that happening and Dazai trying to get his life on track so he’s not an absolutely awful father

You can choose if the port mafia is still a thing in this or not if you want more drama

And if Dazai is trying to either get out or work more to be more responsible

And if he turns to Oda for help. And if he was originally considering asking Oda to raise the child because he’s afraid he couldn’t

Essentially just young dad Dazai trying his best

Btw if you’re interested in other kinds of AU requests just lemme know. And maybe I got some Fyodor ones in my brain….. 👀

Happy late holidays friend

“We are Young and We Don't Care ♡⁠˖” - Dad!Dazai x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Minimally proofread, Modern AU, reader is afab but gender neutral

Description; Dazai accidentally knocked up his partner, and even hours before the kid is born it's still a mystery whether or not him and his partner will keep it. But things can change, even within seconds.

A/n; Welcome back!!! This ask is cute, I hope I did it justice! Also feel free to drop the new Fyodor ideas ASAP please and thank you 😞🙏💯 Happy late holidays!!

★ Dazais immediate first thought would be to hand over the child to Oda, unsure of his fatherly abilities

★ The reality of fatherhood actually hits him when he holds the baby for the first time and he sobs.

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D/n - Daughters Name

Dazai sat at the bar, swirling the liquid in his glass around. Oda sat next to him, fidgeting with a scrap of paper he found in his pocket earlier that day. "So, what'd you wanna talk about?" He asks Dazai with a cocked eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're runnin' from responsibility again." Oda says, only half serious. Dazai sighs and chuckles quietly, turning to look at Oda. "You know me really well. My partner is pregnant, and I wanted to know if you could..." He trails off at the end, feeling a bit of guilt weighing on his heart. "Take it?" Oda finishes Dazais sentence, being met with a nod from the brunette man. "Yeah. I don't think that I'm ready to be a father, and I'm not leaving my partner, that would be shitty." His gaze wanders towards the windows, the sills covered in a thin veil of glistening snow while flakes fall from the clouds overhead.

"And why is that?" Oda turns his body to face his companion better while resting his head against his fist. "C'mon, you know I'm just not father material. I don't know how to take care of a kid, nor do I know how to bond with it." He tells. His right hand rests on his knee while the other grasps the short whiskey glass by the rim, the orange light from the candles cascading an incandescent glow onto his skin. His cheeks and nose are still slightly red from being exposed to the cold, winter chill of the dark city even though he had gotten inside five minutes ago. "You just sound unwilling to learn, if you ask me." Oda replies. His hand moves from his cheek to run his fingers through his shirt, ginger hair while his statement makes Dazai reflect for a moment. "I don't think I'm able to learn." Oda shakes his head immediately. "You're always able to learn. You just don't want to. I can teach you how to take care of a child, even if you'd still rather hand it over to me." He says, his stubble slightly pricking the back of his hand before he takes a sip of his drink. Dazai sighs with his shoulders slumped, but he eventually nods in agreement. His stubborn personality has a tendency to soften whenever it came to Oda.

Oda started giving Dazai lessons whenever he was able to on how to deal with children, especially newborns. He taught Dazai how to how to hold them correctly and how to swaddle them, amongst many other essential skills for having a child. It took Dazai a couple hundred tries to get the swaddling down, but he was a natural at the multi-tasking part. He could carry around one of Oda's kids in one arm and make a bottle with the other without problem. He was also pretty good with making children laugh, even without trying. Oda taught him how to bathe and change a newborn and told him when the child could have things other than formula or breast milk. He was doing a real good job at shaping Dazai up into a, at the very least, prepared father. Although with these acquired skills, he still had his doubts and second thoughts.

Even as he's sitting in the hospital room with you and all the medical staff, his stomach continues to turn with indecision. He's stuck in a daydream, to keep the child or not to keep the child, that was his only question in the moment. He was so far gone that he barely registered the sound of cries coming from the newborn, but when he did he immediately snapped back into reality. His eyes darted around the room looking for the baby until they landed on her, laying on your chest. Your smile was contagious and Dazai couldn't help but unexpectedly choke up at the sight of the baby. The way you softly shushed her and pet her head made his heart swell. He immediately stood up and reached over to caress her as well, biting back his tears of happiness. He didn't understand how something he considered giving away made him feel this way, so happy.

When the nurses took the baby for the physical assessment, he frowned and reached for your hand. "We're keeping her, I don't want to give her way." Dazai says to you, kissing your forehead. "You did so good." He mumbles against your skin. You thank him and lean back, exhaustion overcoming you. "Good, I'm happy you want to keep her, too." A small smile makes its way to your face. He returns it and stands with you while you wait for the nurses to bring the little girl back. His hand rests on your shoulder, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs. His eyes light up like no other when he sees the nurse bring your baby back and he almost immediately reaches his arms out to pick her up and take her. His breath hitches and he stares at her sleeping form, unaware of the tears in his eyes until one falls down his face and onto d/n's baby blanket. He bites his lip once again, making them all the rosier as he sniffles and leans down to kiss her forehead.

The sight makes your heart flutter; you really did think Dazai would want to give her away, but he clearly changed his mind. An even bigger smile creeps onto your face when you hear him whispering to her, his dark brown bangs falling infront of his face. "I love you so much! I'm so glad to have you here, you're gonna be daddy's little partner in crime, huh?" You couldn't help but giggle with happiness. You knew neither you nor Dazai would be the perfect parents, but he really seemed like he was gonna try his damnedest for you; for your daughter.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Would Dennis be into pantie sniffing? 👀

Well, this one has me giggling and kicking my feet because I loooooove the idea of Dennis as a nasty perv. (My original story idea had him doing a bunch of naughty things.)

But, let’s talk about it:

in his first marriage, Dennis’ wife gradually stopped having sex with him

she was so upset about having a “doormat” for a husband that she could never get aroused for him

she made the man into a doormat and then held it against him

in the meantime, Dennis had to take matters into his own hands, so to speak

and he knew that she wasn’t going to want sex 

so he took to masturbating any chance he could get

and he was never really all that into porn

don’t get him wrong, he’d watch it

but he liked to use his own imagination more often than not

once or twice, he would think about stealing a pair of his wife’s underwear to jack off to

but that woman had the most boring taste in underwear

until she started fucking the pool boy and finally had the cause to wear cute things

but none of that was for Dennis, so fuck that

when it comes to Wifey though?

you had a drawerful of sexy, lacy thongs, boyshorts, and bikinis

you and Dennis have an extremely healthy sex life

and one night, Dennis took to teasing you by kissing and licking you over your panties

enough that they were soaked by the time he peeled them off you

so soaked that a string of your juices connected from your thong to your pussy

the undies had been tossed to the side of the bed to be picked up by him as he was doing laundry one night

he had put DJ to bed and began loading the washer

as he was throwing in said panties, he got a whiff of them 

and his entire world changed

they smelled so good, he brought them to his face and took a deep inhale

blood rushed to his dick and he had to take care of himself asap

what he didn’t know was that as he lay in bed, holding your thong to his face with one hand and fisting his dick with the other

you were silently tiptoeing down the hallway, trying not to wake up DJ, having come home from work just as quietly

and you stop dead in your tracks as you enter the bedroom

watching Dennis pleasure himself with your purple lace thong wasn’t what you expected to come home to

but you weren’t mad about it

no, you were feeling a different emotion

and that emotion was AROUSAL

the thought of someone getting off to the smell of your panties never really entered your mind

but watching Dennis get off to the smell of your panties was something else entirely

you snuck into the room, careful not to scare him with your approach

the dip in the mattress as you climbed in bed had his eyes opening and he slowly peeled away your thong from his face

“sweetheart, I’m sorry-“

“don’t be sorry, bubby. kinda like watching you”

“are you sure, sweetheart?”

“very sure. in fact, let me help”

you take your panties from his hand and stuff them in his mouth before he can say anything else

moving his hand away from his dick, you replace it with yours and begin stroking him tightly and quickly

happily listening to his whimpers and whines as they make it through his makeshift gag

his hips bucked as he got closer to cumming and you enjoyed watching him tremble

“are you gonna cum for me, bubby?”

he nods his head furiously and you take him into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat

he groans, a few sobs escaping as he cums down your throat

as his orgasm subsides and his breathing goes back to normal, you remove your panties from his mouth and lean up to kiss him 

until he breaks the kiss to check in with you

“so i take it you aren’t mad at me?”

“mad? bubby, i just watched you pleasuring yourself with my panties. that was honestly the hottest thing i’ve ever seen”

“i just, they smelled like you and i got so hard”

“shhhh, bubby. don’t worry about it. next time you wanna do it though? you call me so i can watch, ok?”

“yes, sweetheart. can i take care of you now?”

“damn, how did i get so lucky?”

“that’s usually my line”

“shut up and eat this pussy, bubby”

“yes, sweetheart”

So, in short, yes. Dennis is a panty sniffer. But only for Wifey. Nonnie, I hope you don’t mind I elaborated a bit. 

[op81s]

Please tell me you’ve heard Alex talk about attempting to get revenge on Conor for his golf cart prank. I was dying laughing when I first heard it. This man has never ever done anything by half, committed several attempted crimes for failed revenge. He talks about it in the Off Track episode The Failed Key Heist and the 500. I cannot believe he is so casual about it all lmao

i had not heard this episode but oh. my. god. i'm dead. (i have done a deep dive into alex's eventual respone to this prank tho and you can find it here)

tagging @nico-di-genova 'cause this is very much relevant to your alib alex i feel.

my reaction below the cut 'cause it got fucking LONG.

my favorite parts:

hinch: i'm standing in the gym, minding my own business and alex just walks in right behind me, gets really close in my ear and just goes 'you're fucking dead.' + hinch: i was trying to prove my innocence, which he did not believe, it took a full hour for me to convince him to the point where i was having to show him my text messages- he was like an angry girlfriend, he was like 'sHOW ME YOUR PHONE' *alex starts cackling in the background* ... and i was finally cleared in the eyes of- alex: you were aquitted. hinch: i was aquitted in the court of alex.

poor hinchie, his bestie didn't believe him 😭

alex: i'm not gonna explain the way that i found out with complete certainty. tim: wait- why- why not? alex: well, no because- ....screw it i don't like him that much anyway, i was in the engineering office with colton herta.

lol, i'm fully convinced alex doesn't like 3/4 of the grid 😂

alex: i found her on instagram. hit her up in the dm's and said 'hey there, sorry to reach out to you kinda randomly. i really need your help with something, i'm friends with conor and some of the people you know, get back to me asap if you get this'. twenty minutes later she responds like 'hey what's up?' and i send a picture of the golf cart tyres on top of my bus and say 'i'm trying to get conor back for a prank, can i call you?' i call her and i find out when they're going to dinner, where they're going to dinner. i try and get her to see, if when she's in his car, to kinda look for bus keys and we had a whole plan that she was like gonna try and grab them and drop them outside the car. or when she got out she was gonna leave the car unlocked when she got home. so like, she was completely on board. it wasn't really going well, she couldn't find the key initially at all. so i found out conor was going to a resturant, i drove downtown to that resturant, got the valet in on this situation and got him to unlock conor's car while conor was at dinner. ... and the keyes were nowhere to be found, i was crawling through his tahoe for ten minutes, searching for the bus key. could not find them.

THEY WAY HE MANAGED TO DRAG A COMPLETELY INNOCENT WOMAN HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW INTO HIS REVENGE 😂 (which also... does kelly know you slide into random women's dm's alex?? 👀😂) AND A VALET??? just how persuasive are you alex?? 'cause that valet could lose their job???? (okay, they're friends with the valet. that makes more sense...)

cont: so then i decided to drive to his house and i tried to break into his house.

THE CASUAL WAY HE SAID THAT JUST STRAIGHT UP KILLED ME. 'CAUSE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ROSSI???????????????

alex: colton comes up to me and he's like 'i know where conor's bus keys are. they're in his front right pocket.' and i was like '...okay, cool? how would you like me to get those?' and he was like 'i don't know man, just make a mold of them.' and i said 'uhh, you're still not explaining to me how i'm getting the keys out first of all.' and he's like 'just put a bunch of putty in their and make a mold.'

colton...............i can't figure out if you were fucking with alex or if you're just a little dumb

alex: so that night, we were just going to get him back with his golf cart ... but that night, his golf cart was nowhere to be found. so not only was he claiming to be innocent, he felt the need to hide his belongings. and when i say it was nowhere to be found, i mean i had doug boles looking for the golf cart, the president of indianapolis motor speedway. tim: and his step-dad. alex: -and his sted-dad. i had mechanics. hinch: it was a search party. there was an apb out for conor's golf cart and it could not be located on the grounds. alex: nowhere to be found. and then i was like 'okay. we're not going to do it tonight, but his golf cart is gonna be in pitlane on carb day and while he's in the car there's nothing that he's gonna be able to do.' and sure enough, conor was so concerned his golf cart never surfaced and he rode to pitlane with either his teammate or his team owner. he stopped commuting all at once. 'cause he was so concerned about what was gonna happen. tim: he went to such great lenghts to inconvenience himself to stop you from minorly inconveniencing him. you were gonna mess with the golf cart so he was just like. no golf cart!

the way i can just imagine alex going through the entire fucking ims looking for conor's golf cart and roping in everyone around him to look for it too.

tim: i feel like we could do something else to him. hinch: yeah, i mean we could burn his house down but it's attached to other houses so that's risky. alex: so literally- i literally threathened that, i was so mad at him. 'cause he also, on media day took my golf cart key and hid it. and i literally walked by him and said 'i'm literally going to blow up your house.' i was SO PISSED. hinch: ...wait...i though hunter-reay hid your key? alex: well- hinch: hunter-reay took my key. alex: -still gonna blow up conor's house. tim: i think you've admitted to a couple of felonies on this podcast. alex: i mean. whatever at this point.

THIS MAN IS FUCKING BONKERS AND I LOVE HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[wiihtigo]

wiihtigo.tumblr.com/post/743934944739557376/ okay enough about Nell dying. what about that bad ending 2 with Casey dying 👀

grimacing at you sort of mournfully

similar to nell I think it happens during some big event- not as big as a crisis event alien invasion like nell but a citywide threat..(otherwise known as a regular tuesday in gotham), nell is out as ladybug helping out along with some gotham regulars (i imagine batman and nightwing are skulking around) shes not working WITH them exactly. theyre just out and shes also out at the same time and theyre fighting the same things. you see.

casey tags along sometimes when ladybug is out doing her thing because she lowkey doesnt respect nells job and thinks they can just combine patrolling and hanging out, BUT this time she actually stayed home. shes just laying on the couch, maybe scrolling her phone or finding something to watch on tv or dozing off into a nap when something hits their building. For the kind of big show-y jackass-y destruction thats happening in the city ive had it in mind this is a joker stunt. Not that thats super important even, hes not directly involved with casey blowing up. Anyways something hits their building and casey is crushed or...pierced by debris. She manages to fish out to phone (now cracked to shit) and calls nell for help (her reasoning being that nell will treat her as priority and come get her and help her ASAP meanwhile the ambulance's and police in gotham are pretty busy already)

Luckily, Nell picks up and immediately hears something is wrong even though casey (delirious and in shock) does not open with "there is a wooden beam lodged in my ribs come fucking get me" and instead is like "um...are you almost finished with work i think you should come home now. someone broke your window. its cold in here" but her voice is really strained and shes breathing kind of hard.

Nell is already speeding away but hes really far from their apartment and these stupid henchmen just keep getting in the way and its hard to keep casey talking when casey is usually the one DOING THE TALKING. but they do. keep talking together i mean. nell is kind of short with her at first because hes also kind of freaking but once casey starts panicking near the end when hes starting to realize hes cooked he starts lying to him telling him that hes almost there hes almost up the stairs and to just hang on a second more (hes like 20 blocks away)

at first casey was like. freshly in shock. so she wasnt talking about things like they happened. she asks nell to come home and clean up the glass on the floor because if she looked down and sees the blood coming out of her she was going to flip out or something. but the longer nell takes the more she starts to get scared and desperate and whiny (notice how i can find ways to insult her even as shes dying..now thats love) the more nell lies to her the more her solid faith in ladybug saving her ungrateful self is wavering. shes never let her down before! casey always follows nell/ladybug around and gets into trouble and nell always picks up her by the scruff of her neck and drags her back home. its basically what their relationship was built on, nell taking a random criminal home and promising to keep her on the up and up. nell is big and tough and strong and confident and independent and stable. these are all qualities casey really liked about nell right from the get go and its why, aside from being given a rent free place to live in, she stuck around this long even through the less desirable traits of hers and how insufferable she finds her sometimes.

in her fear (and pain) she starts swinging wildly between anger and pleading like "why arent you here yet!??! do you think im gonna die?? are you even coming?? are you doing this on purpose because youre mad at something i did.? WELL IM SORRY! FUCK! WILL YOU PLEASE COME GET ME NOW!!!!!!' (im sure this isnt doing anything to help nells stress levels. can someone tell her to relax?)

Nell.....did the smartest thing anyone has ever done in the history of the world, and before, when he took the call and nightwing noticed his alarm and comes down to say "hey is everything ok--" he brushes him off and speeds off to go deal with casey himself. Because casey is his responsibility and he doesnt really like nightwing. or any of the bats. nell is self sufficient, over confident, and (quoting from marty) "she has tunnel vision and chronic independence syndrome and by viewing caseys wellbeing as her own responsibility she has inadvertently doomed them" (unquote) (crowd booing sfx)

he could have asked for help from someone who could fly, or asked oracle to patch him through to an ambulance to get to the apartment faster than she could, or accepted nightwings offer to help knowing that hes more experienced than she is as a hero or done any number of things that would have to involve swallowing his pride, but he didnt and when he arrives back home casey is already gone

to be fair she wasnt really thinking straight. but wow, way to go nell. you really fucked that one up. can we cancel this heinous heinous bug?

when i compare our intrepid heroes death scenes in my mind i lol bcuz nell is like (coughing up blood) fuuuck i cant believe i loved that stupid girl. oh well. bleh. but casey in her last moments is like NO NO NO NO NO I DONT WANT TO DIE STOOOOP WTF WTF WTF

i think shes so panicked and frantic and scared in her last moments the complete opposite of nell accepting death and feeling content she did everything she could have (at least in regards to crimefighting that day)

she probably didnt even think it was a possibility until the last minute. shes so self confident. too self confident. some might even call it...stupidity.

in the way nell is letting her eyes creak shut thinking about a phantom image of casey and is just filled with regretful sadness, casey is not thinking fondly on ANY memory shes clutching onto her phone and wishing nells voice would jump out of the speakers and be there in front of her and carry her away and keep taking care of her FOREVER i mean keep financially supporting her until shes casted into the new scream film. she cant accept shes going to die. she wont accept it. she did so much hard work for so long to make something of her life and it was all just going to end in one night...she finally found a friend she could stomach the company of, actually enjoyed the company of, and it was all for nothing. AGAIN! these are depths of despair only previously felt when booster FIRED HER! she doesnt ..blame nell, exactly. well she kind of does. but its different than it was with booster. she put the full brunt of blame entirely on booster to shield herself from the possibility .. maybe her own choices and actions have something to do with the outcomes in her life? (NO NOT POSSIBLE) she is angry at nell for not being there. but shes also sad and confused and scared and all these mixed up emotions and even though shes angry at nell Somewhat she also...eugh....CARES about nell, and she thinks that nell also cares about her. (unclear in what way. and now we'll never know..SAD) so she isnt casting hexes on her like she had with booster, who she knew didnt really give her the time of day like ever. she just wishes she wouldve been there with her

but when have i ever given casey anything she wanted.

again, i advise you to go knock down martys door if you want more nell deets but im told ted and michelle support him through this (and isnt that more than casey ever got in the canon end? see..not so bad)

im also told he doesnt tell spider, caseys mom, about casey dying until 8 months after the fact. which im sure just about drives that poor woman over the edge. nell bishop are you ready to die..?

[nicksolemnlyswears]

OMG that old ask of yours about Han being a boy dad made me so 🥺, it stole my entire heart in just a few sentences. The babygirl on your headcannon also made my heart flutter in the best way possible. Which made me think: How do you think Han would react if he sees someone making mean comments about his son or daughter being mixed? Like calling him or her "crossbreed", "half-breed", "hafu/gaijin" (or other derrogatory terms in japanese or korean, besides english) or also making comments about their appearence (such as eye shape or skin tone) 👀

Hello there lovely!!!

Okay this is a good one! Let me know if you like what I wrote!

So...how would Han react to his kid being teased about their appearance as a foreigner?

-if his kid comes over to him and tells him there are kids teasing them his first reaction would somewhat like this:

"don't pay attention to them, bubs. they don't know what they're talking about"

-because although han has faced some racism he's never thought twice about it. he's confident in who he is. he's used to deflecting all those comments.

-but then maybe han would find them digging through mom's make up to somehow make their skin lighter, or they would refuse to simply go out into the sun if it's not without a hat, hoodie, and long pants. maybe they insist in always using their sunglasses to cover their eyes because they are different from all of their classmates.

-that would be an alarming signal for han to seriously step in and talk about the issue at hand.

"what's going on, bubs?" he'd ask them as he takes off the hat and/or sunglasses.

they would be shy to look han in the eyes but they melt into the arm wrapped comfortingly around them, "some kids at school are making fun of me because i'm different. they call me names."

"i'm sorry i didn't do anything sooner. would you like me to go to school with you and help you talk to the teacher?" he'd ask them, kissing the top of their head.

"yes, please," they would cutely murmur, nodding along.

"look at me, bubs," han says, catching their attention properly. his heart aches seeing their glassy eyes, "there is nothing wrong with looking different than your classmates. i'd say it's actually pretty cool, it makes you unique."

"really?" his young kid would sniffle, cleaning the snot with their arm.

han would chuckle, cleaning the stray tears away from their chubby cheeks, "yeah! how do you think i got such cool friends and got the prettiest girl ever to marry me?"

they would laugh with a giggle and shrug to their dad's words. afterwards they would go out as planned with nothing unnecessarily covering their appearance.

-han would go to school asap to get everything sorted out. he would talk to the teacher along with his kid.

-if he sees any of the kids making fun of his child...let's just say he'd not above scaring a couple of snotty kids. trust me, a glare and some carefully picked words can go a long way when it comes to kids.

-as a last resort, han would give the typical 'if they make fun of you, make fun of them back' or, if it comes to violence, 'hit them back harder. i wont let you get in trouble.'

-safe to say han would get called to the principal's office the next week.

[uaremyjae]

My thoughts on my One Piece journey and How it’s affected me 🩷

This is going to be long ass post lol

I think this is the platform that I never knew that I will ever comeback to but you know because of one piece and deprived of Sanji, Nami & Law content, ✨ here I am 😁✨ *shamelessly comeback after abandoned tumblr for good 11 years lmao*.

Anyway, I just want to let out my thoughts on my one piece journey and how it affected me. So bear with me. This is only place I can talk about One Piece because other platforms I had is related to kpop * Yes I’m a kpop fan. HEAVY ON NCT. Neo Got My Back.*

I know about one piece way back when I’m teenager. It’s just I don’t start to watch it/ read it somehow?? Idk why 🤷‍♀️ I’m also confused to as why because I did grew up watch anime like FMAB, Naruto, Bleach, Black Butler, K-On, Fairy Tail on tv. HECK I EVEN WATCH THE LONG ASS DETECTIVE CONAN TOO 😭

I think it’s because back in the day ( 2010 - 2017 ), I had lack of access to internet and not exposed to the series at all. Besides the local TV station here, only aired Naruto ,Bleach and those anime I mentioned . *I’m just 24 years old btw*

So around September 2023, I came across to One Piece content on TikTok and funny enough it’s Brook edit! I was so intrigued with this character and little did I know I watch a bunch of One Piece clip here and there on TikTok. To be fair, I am basically spoiled myself that time 😬 but I’m the type dgaf if I got spoiled because I won’t remember at all later on. 🤷‍♀️

So I decide to start watch it. First few episodes, my reaction was like “ Okay Luffy is an interesting guy🧐his body stretches and always smiled! He got damn hands tho ngl”. Zoro, my reaction was like “ahaaa SO THIS IS ZORO THAT EVERYONE KEEP TALKING ABOUT. Quite a Stud.”

Nami, interesting female character that I can relate because I like money 🤑 and her backstory is so sad. Ussop is also another character I gradually love over the time!

Then COMES MY HUSBANDO, SANJI. Man I have a thing for a man who can cook and looks good in suits. Sanji really makes me having my first anime crush ever! I DONT HAVE A CRUSH ON ANYONE IN NARUTO & Detective Conan but One Piece made me have one 🤧 *The upgrade from loving a guy that exist but doesn’t know you exist ( haechan,jaehyun & jaemin bb i luv you guys but Sanji 😮‍💨) to loving a guy who are not exist on this plane of earth 👀*

Little did I know I start to binge watch it. First day of watching, 30 episodes in 6 hours. 10 days later I already watch 325 episodes . but the show is so good! The story telling that oda created really hit home to me and the foreshadowing & lore he created makes me hooked unlike other story that I have read & watched.

Here’s the thing, to me every anime that I watch, I never like finish it . Sometimes I would just watch last ep and called it the day. This is not only apply on anime, it’s apply to western shows, my own local shows & k-dramas. So One Piece truly like solidified their place on my heart. I finally can understand why one piece are so loved for decades!

Also during those times, I hit rock bottom too. I quit my job because I was falsely accused for stealing shit at my work place and being discriminated by my ex-boss due to being the youngest one for my entire work.( everyone else was in their 40’s ). That time I was desperate as I need some money to achieve my bucket-list and want to lessen the burden of my family. Lord heavens knows what I’m going through, got death threats by that mf. Twisted the truth that causing my whole family cut ties with her severely. From there, I felt so stress and worried.

So One Piece is my way of escapism and it’s been a beautiful and exciting journey. Compared to last time, I took a 7 months breaks from works due to burn out & anxiety, this time it doesnt took long for me to overcome those situations and my “year-end blues” that I called is not as bad as before. I also has been actively try to get a job asap so I can buy an Ipad as I want to start learning digital drawing again after watching one piece.

One piece teach me it’s never late to start a new journey towards your dream! I used to dream to be a graphic designer or animators but my family don’t want me to be that. They want me to have that conservative jobs like working in government, an accountant etc. so essentially I gave up those dreams so I can make them proud of me. It’s been bothering me for so long as I felt like I should have go for what I want not what people want. At the end, I abandoned my accountancy knowledge and worked as an admin & a baker which I found a lot more less stressful that being an accountant. I guess what people describe after knows me personally being a confident, free-spirited & rebellious is just the way I am. AND oddly enough One Piece is just perfect manga & anime for me!

At this point, I already caught up with anime. I’m a weekly basis anime watchers now. I also has caught up with manga too. It’s been a huge revealing & fresh experience of One Piece for me. I felt like I being myself again! It’s weird but it’s the truth! I never felt so at ease and being seen. I just want to do what I want. It’s just fitting fate for me to be a One Piece fan!

That’s all what I want to say… if you really read this till the end. Thank you!

[worldformula]

complicated relationship with Aymeric you say 👀 I would love to hear about it

also do you have a blank version or link to the blank version of that “characters who are just like my WOL fr” chart it intrigues ms greatly. I love that it’s specific about what exactly the inspiration from the characters is.

Here’s a link to the .psd because the framing layers makes it a bit hard to use as a regular png. Go nuts!

As for Aymeric…

Long story short, they never fostered an actual real relationship before just getting in the nitty gritty of intimacy because it is my religious belief that Aymeric is deeply repressed like a Catholic maiden and Utushama kept just leaving for MSQ immediately the day after they’d fool around. Utushama assumed they were on the same page (this wouldn’t work because they have conflicting responsibilities) (this is also kind of an excuse, he’s starting to develop a pattern of starting something, ditching ASAP, and then using MSQ as a noble excuse) but they weren’t really. I love to pretend Lucia is mad at him for this because it made Endwalker kind of funny. Usual spoiler warning for everything ahead!

Short story long, after the Dragonsong War’s end, they kept things entirely professional including their dinner and dealing w the aftermath of it all but were slowly (and I mean SLOWLY) building a tension between them like it was a Victorian period drama. Like, a show of ankle would give Aymeric a heart attack at this point. So they had two days of building up to this that no one in the world could’ve possibly guessed was any kind of build up to anything followed by one night of Halone-dishonoring acts (initiated by Utushama because why not. Why not hit and run the beautiful President of Dragon Catholics City after you saved them all. Especially after increasingly escalating moments of barely repressed interest). And immediately after, without explanation or any warning, Utushama left for MSQ, with the assumption that they were both in agreement that they couldn’t have an actual relationship because one of them loves their country more than anything else in the world and the other is a traveling adventurer. He didn’t say this because it was so obvious to him but Aymeric was obviously left a little confused and feeling slightly abandoned but bigger things at stake, y’know.

And then they meet again when Ala Mhigo is liberated because all the Eorzean Alliance leaders are there and Utushama is feeling very disoriented and bad because Zenos just killed himself in front of him, denying him of any closure to the distress he’s been feeling for all of Stormblood. And they are once again very professional as if they hadn’t explored each other’s bodies that one time. Aymeric invites him to dinner again and when the subject of trying to define their relationship is brought up, Utushama deflects by hitting him point-blank with the “ok, do you want to do that again” and Aymeric is flustered enough by this that despite being a very savvy politician, the Catholic maiden part of him overrides the many slightly orange flags. Once again, Utushama slips away without warning immediately after.

They don’t speak again until right after the Ghimlyt Dark, wherein canon provided me a lovely moment of quiet between the two of them. Utushama, being injured, is then unable to escape from this conversation that Aymeric begins, wherein Aymeric himself first confesses to hoping to be something more serious, to which Utushama answers in a manner that is between bafflement and regret that they weren’t ever going to be a thing (because again, he thought they were on the same page about this). Aymeric is sad but can see the logic in this and admits that Utushama deserves someone who cares more about him than their political responsibilities, who could and would follow him to the ends of the earth. (There is no reason for him to be so self-deprecating on the matter because it’s not as if he were the one at fault for this, but Utushama just has a way of making people feel bad for wanting reasonable things from him. It’s kind of cruel of him but he also is entirely unaware that he’s doing this.) This is a fun bit of foreshadowing for me personally because this could mean anyone but should the monkey’s paw curl, that sure does describe a certain horrible prince he despises. But after accidentally doing all that to Aymeric, maybe he does deserve to be tormented. Just a little. I’ve been following a sort of narrative path wherein anyone who likes Utushama for being a hero figure can’t actually get with him for good because they’re enabling his bad habits and it’s going to end badly.

Anyway, all this made the Endwalker casting quests very fun because they just kind of josh around lightly and even reference their old fling without it being a whole thing and it feels like the weight of whatever they were doing is off Aymeric now so he’s able to be confident and normal again. If they ever fool around again post-Endwalker, it’s noticeably different because Aymeric has moved past the whole blushing maiden for the hero role. Utushama is admittedly kind of. Strangely sad to see him move past him but by then knows that it was probably for the best. It’s just hard for him to even metaphorically feel like he’s the one being left behind. And Lucia is no longer mad at him but it’s really funny to let him keep thinking she is!

So yeah, his relationship with Aymeric is kind of tangled and convoluted and despite indulging once or twice, he doesn’t actually seem to like talking about it beyond whatever’s professional because he’s just very private. I’ve no idea what the general consensus is on Aymeric and Estinien’s relationship but I imagine it was much more straightforward than this. Utushama inadvertently projects and assumes it was just as complicated based on the way Estinien talks about Aymeric in MSQ tidbits but I think it’s funnier if it was actually relatively tame and Estinien is just being dramatic.

[sea-owl]

Someone asked me about the story of how Michael and Sophie ended up in jail in the Spouses Friend Group Au. I don’t got the brain power right now for a full scene but have a look into the group chat. Side note this would happen before Gareth and Lucy joined the group. 

Here’s for those that need a reference this is the post and here’s the first post that started this au. 

Lady of Secrets: Hey Simon, we might need some bail money, and a lawyer.

Lily Mama: BAIL MONEY?! 

Lily Mama: LAWYER?! 

Lily Mama: WHOSE IN JAIL?!?!?!?!

Lady of Secrets: Sophie and Michael, they got charged with disturbing the peace

Duke of Uncledom: 🙄😓...how much?

Plant Nerd: I understand Michael but how did Sophie end up in jail?

Lady of Secrets: Drunk Sophie apparently likes to pickpocket. 

Lily Mama: Shit 😳

Lily Mama: I thought she stopped that

Duke of Uncledom: No, Phillip and I have just redirected her to pickpocket one of us. Penelope how much money do you need? 

Lady of Secrets: 🤔

Lady of Secrets: Now that you say Simon that guy was about your height and build

Lady of Secrets: But anyway when the dude realized Sophie had his stuff he got in her face demanding it back. Michael saw that and immediately swung on him. After that it was a free for all. 

Duke of Uncledom: I’m surprised they just got charged with disturbing the peace.

Lady of Secrets: Guy was too embarrassed to admit Sophie pickpocketed him and because Michael only hit him in Sophie’s defense they gave them lesser charges. 

Plant Nerd: Pen you were supposed to keep an eye on Michael tonight, where were you?

Lady of Secrets: . . .

Plant Nerd: Penelope. . .🤨

Lady of Secrets: . . .

Lily Mama: Penelope Anne Featherington 😡

Lady of Secrets: 😳

Lady of Secrets: I may or may not have gotten into a verbal disagreement with a different guy across the bar

Plant Nerd: You cussed somebody out again? 

Plant Nerd: Did he deserve it? 👀

Lady of Secrets: Yes 😤

Plant Nerd: You’re off the hook

Lady of Secrets: 😮‍💨

Duke of Uncledom: I’m leaving the office now. Pen, I’ll be down there soon. 

Lady of Secrets: 👍

Lady of Secrets: You might want to hurry, Michael looks close to seducing the officer.

Plant Nerd: Of course he is . . .😑

Lily Mama: 😑

Duke of Uncledom: 😑

Lily Mama: Give them their phones back asap Simon. I have a few choice words to share with them. 😡

Duke of Uncledom: 🫡

“Is everything okay?” Anthony asked as Simon began to pack up his stuff. 

Simon sighed. “You know how you call your siblings your group of lovable dumbasses?”

“Yes,” Anthony said slowly, wondering where Simon was going with this. 

“Well two of my own lovable idiots apparently decided to start a bar fight last night and are currently sitting in a cell. The third is with them, how she didn’t get  arrested too I don’t know. All I know is I have to go get them now.”

Anthony looked startled. Simon mentioned his rag tag group of friends before, but he never thought Simon would actually do something like this for them. “Are they going to be okay?”

“Depends if Phillip can calm down Kate at all.” 

Duke of Uncledom: Okay Kate, I gave them back their phones

Lily Mama: SOPHIA MARIA BECKETT

Lily Mama: MICHAEL STUART STIRLING

Silver Lady: 😳

Casanova: 😱

Lily Mama: WHAT WERE YOU TWO THINKING?!?! A BAR FIGHT? OF ALL THE IDIOTIC THINGS YOU TWO COULD HAVE DONE YOU DO SOMETHING THAT COULD PUT BOTH YOUR BUSINESSES AT RISK?! THAT FORCED SIMON TO LEAVE WORK EARLY TO COME SAVE YOUR ASSES?!

Duke of Uncledom: I see Kate is still mad as hell

Plant Nerd: I tried

Casanova: I’m not sorry for hitting him! He did not need to get in Sophie’s face like that. 

Silver Lady: Also how come Penelope isn’t getting yelled at? She was there!

Lady of Secrets: Kate already yelled at me while Simon was doing your paperwork, and you two were thanking him. 

Lily Mama: Good, at least you thanked Simon

Lily Mama: Also Penelope didn’t start the fight, nor did she get arrested. You two on the other hand sobered up in jail. 

Lily Mama: Well, what do you two have to say for yourselves? 

Silver Lady: I’m sorry for drunk pickpocketing and starting a bar fight

Lily Mama: Michael 🤨

Casanova: I’m sorry for worrying you all, but I’m not sorry for hitting him.

Lily Mama: Good enough

Silve Lady: 🤨

Lady of Secrets: 🤨

Casanova: 🤨

Plant Nerd: 🤨

Duke of Uncledom: That was pretty tame Kate

Lily Mama: I figured I go easy since Mary saw what happened last night on the news and saw our idiots getting arrested in the background. Now she’s demanding we all come over for dinner. 

Duke of Uncledom: Oh, I was wondering why Auntie was commanding me to meet her at Marry’s house this evening. 

Silver Lady: Shit

Lady of Secrets: Shit

Casanova: Shit

Plant Nerd: Good luck, and don’t die. I don’t want to get new roommates. 

[ivorydice]

Mineshaft 👀

(or insert whatever no one has asked you about yet here!)

LOL of course you'd eye up mineshaft! :D <33333 @oftincturedwords asked about this one too so here we go!

So naturally, because this is me, Noctis and his friends are in a bit of a tough spot financially. AKA they're broke and out of curatives. They recently had an altercation with a guy which resulted in Gladio getting badly injured due to protecting Noctis, it was a very close call for him, and it used up the rest of their resources getting him to recover.

They need money ASAP, for some supplies and some downtime. They need to rest, Gladio still needs to rest. And so Noctis accepts a hunt for them at an abandoned mining village. Just one hunt, a quick job to get some good cash, to get supplies and let Gladio heal completely.

Except it's an abandoned mining village. It isn't maintained, it hasn't been maintained in decades, and things go south quickly. One thing leads to another, and Noctis and Gladio both end up getting kicked down an unstable shaft, falling deep into the mine below, and they end up trapped there, injured and on their own, cut off from the world above.

I honestly love the vibes of this fic. It's kind of like a ghost story? This fic is, of course, a whumpy fic, but it's also angsty and emotional and it's about guilt and secrets and grief. I honestly didn't expect it to take such an emotional turn when I started it, I thought it was just going to be a 10k oneshot of the two of them hurt and just trapped in a mineshaft lol, instead it's going to end up more than 30k and there are all of these FEELINGS XDDDD I love it. Hoping to get it posted soon!

Lil' snippet:

He’s only taken a few steps back towards the motel when Noct’s voice stops him.

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

Gladio pauses, then turns to look back at him. Noct’s eyes are on him now, but his face is unreadable, and he’s still clutching at the notebook on his lap, thumb slowly tapping against the cover. Gladio gives the question some consideration, then says, “I don’t think I’ve thought about it too much.”

“My mom believed in ghosts,” Noct says softly, and a flash of surprise hits Gladio like a jolt. “She used to say the south-east tower of the Citadel was haunted.”

He can only stare, confused and curious and wondering. It’s rare for Noct to talk about his mother, rarer even than King Regis himself. “I didn’t know that,” Gladio responds, not knowing what to say and yet not wanting to shove Noct back into silence. “Haunted by who? Some ancestor of yours?”

Noct gives a grin, although it's barely even a half-formed thing. “No idea.” He looks down, fiddling with the notebook, and Gladio waits as patiently as he can until Noct speaks again. “Cinis, tomorrow,” he says. “It’s supposed to be haunted. Or that’s what the tipster said.”

Ah, maybe that’s what brought all of this on. “Probably haunted by daemons, more like,” Gladio answers lightly.

Noct nods at that, slowly and thoughtfully. “The tipster said it’s because of the disaster. All the anger and sadness and guilt ties the people who died there.”

“Isn’t that the usual story for these things?” Gladio suggests. He’s not sure what Noct is getting at here, it’s not exactly important information for their hunt tomorrow, and it doesn’t help that both his eyes and tone don’t really let anything on. But, with everything that has happened lately, there are some possibilities. Death has shadowed Noct’s life since before he was born. It’s the sword hanging above the neck of every king of Lucis. It makes sense that Noct would think of ghosts.

“I can’t disprove they exist,” Gladio says eventually. It’s not really giving much, but he’d rather fill the silence than let it linger. “I’ve never seen one before. Have you?”

Noct is silent for a moment. That shouldn’t be so surprising, but it is. But then he lifts his gaze again and gives a bashful grin. “Nah, guess not. Would be cool, though, huh?”

“Yeah,” Gladio replies. “Make sure Prompto is with you when you do see one. Bet he’d love to snap a picture of it if he could.”

Noct lets out a soft noise, something like a chuckle. “I bet he would.” He stares at Gladio for a moment longer, looking like he wants to say something else. Then he nods towards the motel room. “I’ll be inside in a minute.”

[onlyjaeyun]

ZADIE BABY HIII 🫶🏻🫶🏻 OK IM GETTING RIGHT INTO IT BC OMGGGG:

I FUCKING KNEWWW IT WAS HOON WHO BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA JAEMIN I FELT IT IN MY BONES‼️‼️ he is so in denial too like we all know (and yunie knows) damn well that hoon didn’t just beat him up “bc he felt like it”…jaeyun’s connecting the dots as we speak. this reminds me of poison!jaeyun when he was playing messenger back and forth between heeyn trying to get them to admit their feelings for each other. i wonder if something similar is gonna happen to CH!sungyn 🫣🫣

i’m also so curious to find out what happened between sunghoon & yn bc i remember in the previous chap it was briefly mentioned that they used to be skating partners??? so omg i’m ready for those details to be spilled

my sleep schedule is still very much messed up, bc it’s currently 1:45am😭😭 but i hope these days are treating you well my angel baby!! saw your response to my ask and read that you haven’t been sleeping well lately so i hope it gets better soon :(( !! pls pls don’t forget to take care of yourself my love🤍🧸 love & appreciate u lots baby💓⭐️

- 💌

HI MY ANGEL BABY!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺🤍

im so glad you enjoyed the last chapter and ngl i was super excited about y'all's reactions bc i could tell you guys were sure but confused and this is everything 😩 jaeyun's deffo gonna play a big role in this one too bc he's hoonie's bestest friend and roommate and also the one who's the closest to the nishimuras! cant wait for you guys to see his involvement 🥺

yes they used to skate tigether and that is super important for the big reveal so stay tuned 👀👀👀🤍

oh noo i hope you can fix schedule asap baby i can only imagine how exhausting that is for you, mentally and physically so pls take care of yourself 🥺🤍 and de about me, i usually sleep a little worse than usual right before my period hits so lets just pray it happens soon 🤕

sending you the biggest kiss baby, i love and appreciate you so so much 🥺🤍

[fleurriee]

am i mentally prepared after reading the warnings? no. but we’re doing this anyway.

Your friends also knew, despite not mentioning, that this is a colossal feat, getting you out of the lab, getting you to leave your comfort bubble that you, willingly or unwillingly, built for yourself the past 18 years.

lol same. like i literally have so much more fun being by myself in my comfort zone. people just need to leave me alone ☺️

This place filled you with so much warmth. It was clear to you the bond these people had to each other, to the clan, to the nature surrounding them, was something you will never experience for yourself, something your mum talked incessantly about every day, and you suppressed a small cry at the sudden loss of a connection you didn’t even know you longed for until now.

this is genuinely all i want in life. like i watch avatar & i read the fics & i can’t help but feel like i’m homesick 🤧 i just wanna run through the forest with neteyam tbh

He was a handsome man, you thought to yourself. Damn the Sullys and their genetics.

damn right!! them sully genes are working wonders!!

“It’s been too long. You never visit, but we’re hoping that will change soon.” He said, then eyed the kids behind him, and whatever expression he was met with made him quickly bite on his bottom lip and turn around, as if to stop himself from saying any more. 

im sorry jake so knows 👀 im putting all my faith into believing that he was looking right at neteyam bc him & the reader are so painfully obvious 🥵

the relationship between the reader & tuk as well!! i can’t wait to see more her relationships with the sully’s, u know, considering she’s gonna be married to one 👀👀

Two majestic women, tall and mighty as the Valkyries in your mum’s Norse Mythology books stood by the fire.

WHOOP WHOOP THAT’S MY MAMA RIGHT THERE BBY NEYTIRI

the way she’s also like a mother figure for her 😭 neytiri really can’t get any better. neteyam needs get his head out his ass asap bc she’s already part of the family!!

Suddenly, you felt yourself stiffen in shock, and heard a loud thud as the mask and the connecting oxygen pack dropped to the ground. The new blue body looked like… you.

oh yes let’s go, neteyam bby come right over here

He got to carry you, he got to touch you, he got to laugh with you every damn time he pleased, and now he gets to introduce you to your new life. 

well, if you had your head on properly, it could be you, u dumb boy.

If this was to happen anyway, he’d rather meet you properly, and see if the same flicker of curiosity and unruly smile could ever reflect in the same way it does on your current face, the one that still haunts his dreams.

he loves her, nobody can tell me otherwise.

“You’re not going to make it, Y/N. You haven’t spent more than a week outside in the past 3 years. You may think you got this, cause you work out in a dark stuffy room with some weights and jump a rope, but it’s not going to mean jack shit when you’re out there, in a wilderness so harsh it claims brave Na’vi men and women’s lives every day. You may think you know everything because you sit here hunched over books written by humans who couldn’t see even if it hit them in the face with a stick, but you know nothing about the real world. Nothing about what’s waiting for you starting tomorrow, if you do this. Tell Norm no.” 

reading this, it’s so painfully obvious that he’s worried for her safety & just wants to make sure she doesn’t end up hurting herself or dying. and the fact that he’s basically too scared to admit it 🥺🥺 andra u got me weeping on the floor

“You know, I fucking hate surprises. I just never thought you’d be one of the reasons why.”

AHH ANDRA STOP IT RIGHT NOW IM IN PAIN

the way they’re so accepting of her!! she’s practically already a sully & it’s so beautiful in the way you write that. and the angst??? i usually don’t read angst bc im sad enough as it is but like this is so delicious im loving every moment of it. but when they finally get together i know im gonna be all over it & salivating through my phone.

Illicit Affairs | Chapter III: Exile

Pairing: Neteyam x Human!Reader (later Avatar!Reader)

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X

Synopsis: Your 18th birthday has finally arrived, and with it, a gift that will change your life and your relationships - forever.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, cursing

Word Count: 3,9k words

A/N: Hi Guys! The 3rd chapter is finaaally here, and 'm happy to say that whilst so far everything's been mostly intro and world building, things will be picking up very quickly. Hope you enjoy this story of two very broken people finding each other <3

"You were my town Now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before So I'm leavin' out the side door"

You didn’t dare look back at Neteyam. No, you kept a straight face and your gaze forward as you walked towards the village, engaging in small talk with your 3 friends, who were more than willing to fill in the silence by themselves. They knew you liked to keep to yourself and knew better than to take it personally. 

Your friends also knew, despite not mentioning, that this is a colossal feat, getting you out of the lab, getting you to leave your comfort bubble that you, willingly or unwillingly, built for yourself the past 18 years. Kiri fondly remembers you as a child, wild and free, running around barefoot on the grass and mud as if Pandora and her trees were just your own personal playground. She took a small gander at your feet, now safely covered with a pair of black Converse sneakers, the likes of which she’s seen other humans wear before and tried not too dwell on all the moments that lead you here.

You arrived at the village after a long, pleasant walk. You were fascinated with the Pandora flora, and wondered if you were ever going to get used to it, ever not have your breath hitch in your throat at its beauty. You hoped not. Your heart started to race as the sound of people idly chattering filled your ears. Soon enough, you began to see fire and tents, as the Na’vi were making their way back home at the dusk of another day. You saw some of them removing game from the back of their pa’li, others filleting a huge fish that you recognised as a dinicthoid, and as you walked further in, saw kids running around playing with toy ikrans and laughing amongst themselves, as their mothers lay on the ground watching them in adoration. 

This place filled you with so much warmth. It was clear to you the bond these people had to each other, to the clan, to the nature surrounding them, was something you will never experience for yourself, something your mum talked incessantly about every day, and you suppressed a small cry at the sudden loss of a connection you didn’t even know you longed for until now.

You made your way to the biggest tent you could reasonably see, one that you quickly recognised as the Sully family tent. It was ornate and adorned with intricate designs and two large fire lamps framing each side of the opening. It was a sight to behold, and you realised that it hasn’t changed much since you last visited. You also started to take note of the stares boring into your side from all around you and felt grateful at how close you were to the tent’s entrance. 

Almost on command, Jake Sully peered out of the tent and you watched as a wide smile replaced his previously confused expression. He was a handsome man, as much so now as he was in the still frames of your past. He was dressed in celebratory garments, a fiery red loincloth dropping from his waist and a dazzling beaded neck piece that matched. He had several arm bands circling his arms, and you took note of the way the colour palette matched that of Toruk, and how well that seemed to compliment him. He was a handsome man, you thought to yourself. Damn the Sullys and their genetics.

“Y/N, my God you’ve grown. What the hell happened??” He said, enthusiastically. He circled you curiously and eyed you intently. You tried not too blush at the sudden scrutiny and how it mirrored your own just a few moments ago. “You have time to lift weights in between experiments??” 

You let out a small laugh. “Hi, Jake. It’s good to see you, it’s been a while.”

“It’s been too long. You never visit, but we’re hoping that will change soon.” He said, then eyed the kids behind him, and whatever expression he was met with made him quickly bite on his bottom lip and turn around, as if to stop himself from saying any more. 

A small shriek came from behind him, one that you instantly recognise and you smile widely at the little girl, who, since you last saw her, somehow became as tall as you.

“Tuk-tuk”, you say warmly and watch the animated figure jump up and down and encircle you roughly in a bear-hug. Damn, she’s stronger than you already, you sighed. 

“Y/N! I have missed you so muchhh, you have to ask mum and dad to let me come to the lab more often, I never get to see you anymore!!” She cried in your neck, still holding on to you for dear life. 

“I know, dear girl. I missed you, too. I’ll make sure it will never be this long before we see each other again, how does that sound?” You speak to this child you love like your own sister in Na’vi, her English skills the least proficient. She nodded her head vigorously and with that, let go. 

She took your hand in hers and made her way into the tent, and you felt relief flood your being at finally being out of people’s sights. Two majestic women, tall and mighty as the Valkyries in your mum’s Norse Mythology books stood by the fire. They were chatting softly to each other and stopped as they heard you come in. 

Neytiri and Mo’at looked at you intently and you felt yourself cower under the intensity of their gaze. Neytiri slowly approached you with movements so nimble and fluid you were thinking she could have made a career as a ballerina back on Earth. 

After a while, she kneeled on the ground in front of you and placed her long, toned arm on your much tinier shoulder. 

“My Child, you have grown so much.” She smiled kindly at you, and you felt yourself tear up at her choice of words addressing you.My child…

Before you could stop yourself, you felt your arms cross the space between you and circle her neck. The necklace she was wearing scratched your skin painfully, but you didn’t care. “I see you. I’m sorry.” 

Neytiri’s arms tightened around you and you heard a smile in her voice as she said “Oh, my sweet child, you don’t have to be sorry.” 

You spent the evening catching up. You told them about your work in the lab, about how you all scrambled to find any cure or at least partial treatment to the illnesses that seem to have escalated recently among the tribes’ people. They tell you about training, Lo’ak and Neteyam’s training as well as Kiri’s, who has been spending most of her time learning the ways of the Tsahik, having a natural skill for it. 

You find yourself drooling at the delectable food, and are happy when Mo’at calls everyone to the meal around the fire pit in the centre of the tent. You wait for everyone to get a portion first, and smile fondly when Neyriti passes you a leaf with all the goodies on it. You dig in, realising how famished you actually were. 

“So, Y/N”, Jake starts, “how does it feel being 18? I remember turning 18, don’t remember much else about that day though”, he says, smiling proudly to himself. 

“Feels just the same as being 17, I’m afraid. Was really hoping the Universe might give me some sort of sign or epiphany or, anything, really, but, in reality, I feel the same as I did yesterday, and all the days before that. The food’s much better today, though” You finish with a grin, as you dig into another piece of teylu. 

“Right, well, about that.. us and the kids thought, with you spending so much time on your own, you deserve a special birthday and some special gifts. Now you can see them in the corner of the tent there, but I warn you, you’re not allowed to open them until back at the lab.”

You peered over his shoulder curiously, and were again disappointed to have to wait for a surprise you didn’t want in the first place.

“After dinner, we can all go back to the lab, and you can open them in the hub while we watch, we know how much you love being surprised!” 

“Wow, going out after curfew, I actually do feel kind of special.”

“You should, kid.”

Putting all the wrapped objects on the back of a Pa’li, you watched as Jake mounted his own and motioned for you to get on, in front of him. You did as you were told quietly, and the entire family made its way towards the lab. It was a much quicker journey back, and soon enough you found yourself dismounting in front of the cold heavy walls of the hub. Before you could enter though, Lo’ak passed you a cloth of some sort, and wordlessly asked for you to tie it around your eyes. 

“Oh, come oon!”, you said with a deep groan, but obliged regardless. What was the point of resisting now. You knew one thing though, you were very excited to go back to bed tonight, as the emotional toll this day was taking on you was, although not worse than expected, heavy enough for you to feel its weight for days to come. 

As soon as you entered the lab and removed your mask, you put the covering over your eyes, and felt Lo’ak, you knew, pick you up from the ground and carry you bridal style through the halls of the hub. You couldn’t quite tell where you were going, but you heard snickering behind you, and soon enough, Lo’ak put you down carefully and turned you around to face him.

“Now, Y/N, you’re gonna turn around and we’re going to need you to not pass out. Deal?” 

“What? This is strange, guys.” 

You felt him turn you around and felt gentle hands unwrap the cloth covering your eyes. Your eyes took a minute to adjust to the bright artificial light of the lab, and then pause.

One. Two. Three. 

You couldn’t quite comprehend what was clearly displayed in front of you. You recognised your surroundings quickly enough. The Morgue, the other humans called it. A room where the avatars of the dead humans, now serving no purpose, were kept in their respective incubators. Your eyes were immediately drawn, as if on instinct, to your mum’s avatar. You never came here, you couldn’t. Your gaze then shifted to the incubator to the left of your mum’s, the one that hosted Grace Augustin, Kiri’s mum. On the right of your mum, though, there was usually an empty incubator. There, now floated and twitched a body, blue, tall and strong, connected to an artificial umbilical cord. You peered at it intently, something about it making you shift uncomfortably towards it. Suddenly, you felt yourself stiffen in shock, and heard a loud thud as the mask and the connecting oxygen pack dropped to the ground. The new blue body looked like… you.

Neteyam couldn’t stop staring at his baby brother’s back as he carried you in his arms, and he couldn’t stop the twinge of jealousy that bubbled deep beneath the surface.He got to carry you, he got to touch you, he got to laugh with you every damn time he pleased, and now he gets to introduce you to your new life. 

Neteyam, just like the rest of his family, has known about this for months, maybe longer. Norm, his dad’s closest friend, came to the village one day and announced to the family that him and the rest of the scientists worked tirelessly for years to figure out a way to make you an avatar, and with a lot of help from your deceased’s mother’s work and research, as well as some of her DNA, they cracked the code. The newly made Avatar was a miracle of sorts, nobody having thought it would be possible to create on Pandora, so far from all the resources normally used to make one back on Earth. But they did it, and it will be ready in time for your 18th birthday. Norm wanted to make sure, if it succeeded and you accepted it, they will in turn accept you in the village, just like they accepted Jake so many years ago. He wanted you to be able to have a life, not just a body, and be able to finally be free of the shackles you have created for yourself for years on end. 

Neteyam couldn’t tell how he felt about it, partly due to the fact he’s stopped himself from thinking about it since he’s found out. Whilst his siblings and even parents were buzzing in excitement, he was scared. If you were to now be there, in the village, in his life, every day, he will be forced to deal with you, with the two of you, and the feelings he knew were buried in him for a reason. He stopped at the top of the stairs of the room where he knew the Avatar lay. Nobody cared about him at the moment, and, as a result, was relieved to figure out he doesn’t have to join you in the room and see your future body, currently inanimate and floating in liquid he didn’t know or didn’t want to know the origins of. If this was to happen anyway, he’d rather meet you properly, and see if the same flicker of curiosity and unruly smile could ever reflect in the same way it does on your current face, the one that still haunts his dreams.

You couldn’t formulate words… or thoughts, for that matter. You stared at the Avatar for what it feels like hours, and finally, Norm cleared his throat and spoke.

“I know this is a lot to take in. But we wanted your 18th to be special, Ace. We have been working in secret for years to get this done, because you deserve it. You deserve the world, and you can’t have it in this lab. This world also deserves you. So now you can go and show it what you’ve got.” 

“We’re so happy for you to join us, my child.” You heard Neyriri join in. 

“Do you want to see the gifts we made for you?” Tuk jumped in, enthusiastically.

With a last look at your Avatar, you turned around and faced the people you knew would be looking at you expectantly. You didn’t know what the feelings you were feeling were, but they were all fighting to take over, and you felt yourself becoming dizzy. Steading yourself, you recognised that words will have to appear on your tongue sooner or later, and you managed to get out a whisper “Sure, Tuk-tuk, let’s go!”

Everyone around you exchanged weird looks; they really thought you would be a lot happier about this than you were. You tried your best to put on a happy smile and react in the way you knew people would be wanting you to; after all, this was indeed an incredibly nice, thoughtful and attentive gift, not to mention damn fucking impressive, and whatever trauma the thought of having to pilot this Avatar brought in you, it was something you were going to have to deal with by yourself, later. 

“Guys, I know I have not reacted in a way appropriate for the sheer insane size and meaning of this gift, but I promise that despite my very slow processing times, I am incredibly grateful and happy for this. I cannot believe something like this is even possible, and I can believe even less that it was done for me! But while I struggle to comprehend the magnitude of what’s going to happen to me, let’s open some presents!!” 

You made your way slowly towards the recreation hub where all the packages were placed on one of the long tables. You chuckled awkwardly and took one of them in your hands. The wrapping, you realised, was the same material like the one used to make the Na’vi loincloths. 

The one you held in your hands currently was blue. You unwrapped it, careful as to not damage it at all, and was shocked to see a dazzling necklace, one of the most beautiful ones you have even seen. It was a leather chocker, which adorned green and red stones, and it reminded you a lot of the bracelet you were currently wearing. You turned around and looked at Kiri, whose masterful hands you knew crafted it. She was sitting on one of the benches and you couldn’t help become emotional looking at your friend, your amazing friend, who you have known all of your life, and who always collected trinkets from the woods, trinkets that now will decorate your new body. 

The next package was heavier, and upon opening it, you were shocked to discover a rider’s mask, like the one the Na’vi wear when flying an Ikran; it was brown and braided and had bones adorning it. The lenses were translucent and shone in iridescent hues as you looked at it from all angles. You were in awe at the inadvertent admission that someone thought you capable of one day passing the Iknimaya, and you felt quite confident in saying Lo’ak was the master behind this gift. 

“I thought, you will definitely need it one day, and I wanted to get a jump start.” He says, as if reading your mind. “You may not know it now, but I think you were born for this, Angel.” 

You had no words to say to that, but were touched at how Lo’ak always seemed to believe in you more than you believed in yourself. You took a silent oath to try to live up to the version of you Lo’ak kept with him in his heart. 

The second to last package was also quite small and seemed to rattle as you picked it up. As you unwrapped it, you didn’t quite make sense of the bundle of feathers and chains, but eventually Neytiri kindly stepped in and untangled it, and you realised it was a top, a beautiful, sheer top, and you found it hard to believe this will actually cover anything. You were excited to put it on though, and felt a tingle of anticipation for tomorrow that was not there before… these were yours, for your body, for your future, a future where riding your own Ikran might be more than just a dream of an out-of-reach fantasy.

“Thank you so much.” You wanted to say more, you wanted to tell them the turmoil in your heart and how scared you truly were, and how you wish they would understand and reach over and heal the broken mess that was your mind so you could finally just go, get out of this place and make your life something actually worth living, but you couldn’t make any other words come out. So you just said thank you.

As the family and the scientists continued chatting, you managed to slip by unnoticed out of the recreation hub and made your way down the hall, looking for the missing Sully you knew would be somewhere in here, by himself. You were so mad at him, so much resentment had built up in you from the year you’ve spent apart, from the less than ideal reunion, and from his continuous attempts to avoid you at all costs. It was your birthday, for god’s sake. He could at least pretend to be happy to be here, even if only for the sake of the memories you shared. 

You found him in your room, looking over the books in your makeshift library, mindlessly playing with something in his large hands. His ears twitched as you approached, an obvious sign he heard you, but made no effort to acknowledge your presence. You half smiled at the view, and tried not to remember all the other times he has been in your room, just like he was now. You sat on your bed and waited patiently for him to speak, like you once used to do. It might take some time, but he always spoke.

“I don’t think you should do it.” He says, without looking at you. 

“You think I shouldn’t do what?”

“This, the Avatar thing. I think it’s a bad idea.”

You sat there, in silence for a while while his words twirled in your mind like his green bracelet was twirling in his hands. You didn’t realise your mouth was wide open until you felt it dry up and you swallowed involuntarily in response.  

“Excuse me?”

He turned around to face you and you saw a hard look mark his features, the old Neteyam, your old Neteyam merely a long-forgotten dream. 

“You’re not going to make it, Y/N. You haven’t spent more than a week outside in the past 3 years. You may think you got this, cause you work out in a dark stuffy room with some weights and jump a rope, but it’s not going to mean jack shit when you’re out there, in a wilderness so harsh it claims brave Na’vi men and women’s lives every day. You may think you know everything because you sit here hunched over books written by humans who couldn’t see even if it hit them in the face with a stick, but you know nothing about the real world. Nothing about what’s waiting for you starting tomorrow, if you do this. Tell Norm no.” 

The rage you felt blossomed like deadly nightshade and you knew whatever it was you once felt for Neteyam was dead and buried six-feet-under in that moment. You let out a bitter chuckle and rose up from the bed, placing your body in front of him.

“You know, when I saw you standing here, in my room, after all this time, I felt some sort of sick hope. I hoped you had finally come to your senses and decided you would apologise for the way you’ve treated me. For the way you left. I’m not stupid, believe it or not. I never expected whatever we had to last. After all,  it was only a matter of time before the mighty future Olo’eyktan realised his attentions are better focused on more worthwhile things, like training, or, I don’t know, finding the best future Tsahik. I always expected you to outgrow me. I just had an ounce of hope you would have enough decency to do it while looking me in the eye. I felt like I earned that, after all the blood, sweat and tears I gave you.” 

“You know, I fucking hate surprises. I just never thought you’d be one of the reasons why.”

The silence felt heavy and all you could hear was your panting breath, as you were trying to reign in your tempestuous emotions and the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“Get the fuck out of my room, Neteyam.” 

You found yourself forcefully taking the bracelet from his much larger hand and removing yourself from his path, motioning towards the open door. He left without saying a word and you shut the door behind you with a loud thud.

So far 18 was not your favourite age. 

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I absolutely see him sub too! And its canon that he is very generous 👀 Could I request a smutty heavy makeout/dry humping fic? Like maybe the reader works at Nelson Rd and they cant help themselves after the team wins a game 🥴

I dig this request! Left you on a bit of a cliffhanger, but hoping I got to what you were looking for!

Warnings: Smut

You bit your lip anxiously as you watched the final minutes tick away on the scoreboard. Richmond was leading by one, but Crystal Palace wasn't letting up.

Looking down from your seat in the box next to Rebecca and Keeley, you get a glimpse of Ted on the sidelines, clapping his hands together and shouting out words of encouragement to the players on the pitch.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the minutes of extra time hit zero, and the final whistle blew. You bounce around in joy with Keeley and Rebecca, hugging and cheering along with the rest of the crowd.

You quickly pull out your phone to send Ted a quick message: You: Meet me in my office ASAP.

Working at Nelson Road afforded you a handful of luxuries: free football games in the owner's box, a beautiful office overlooking the stadium, and the opportunity to flirt with the cute football manager.

It took Ted awhile to catch on that you were interested in him. He later admitted that he thought you, a woman nearly twenty years his junior, made your frequent locker room trips to get the attention of the players.

When you made your intentions clear one night, over too many drinks at a Richmond away game victory party, there was no looking back.

So as you waited in your office, staring out as the stadium slowly empties out, you thought back to Ted's surprised reaction, cut off quickly by you grabbing him by the shoulders and kissing the mustache off of him.

"There she is! The Rachel to my Ross...wait now. Those two were a little turbulent. I gotta think of something better." You turn with a smile as Ted enters your office, closing the door behind him and reaching for your hips. He places a gentle kiss on your lips, hand cupping your jaw. "That was an exciting game, wasn't it?"

"It was a nail biter," You agree, rubbing your hands down his shoulders. "Tell the boys to score more goals so that I don't have to keep nervously watching the clock."

Ted laughs, his eyes bright and joyful, "Will do, baby. I'll relay that information as soon as I can. Should we head home?" He asks, starting to pull away.

"Not yet," You say, pushing him slowly backwards until he falls gently onto your desk chair.

"Why's that, darlin'?" He asks looking up at you, half confused and half intrigued.

"I want to celebrate, and I don't feel like waiting." You reply, hitching up your skirt just enough for him to see a black lace garter around your thigh as you move to straddle him.

"Oh yeah?" He asks, hands moving to cup your ass. He moves his left hand to gently trace over the lace of your garter. "This for me, baby?"

You nod, moving your hips over him as you feel him start to harden beneath you.

"Hey Ted," You say once more looking down at him.

He looks up at you in response, his face flushing in arousal.

"I need to use you right now, seeing you out there made me want you even more, and I can't wait any longer."

He nods quickly, reaching his hand to once again cup your jaw, and pulling you in for a searing kiss.

You move your hips quicker against his arousal, his tongue sweeping across your own, and you let out a moan.

"Go on baby," he says against your lips, "Get yourself off for me." You feel the seam of his dress pants hitting your center in the most delicious way, causing you to remove your lips from his and arch your head back.

Ted takes this as an opportunity to reach for your shirt, pulling it quickly over your head, pushing the straps of your bra down your arms, and moving the cups down quickly. He latches around one of your nipples, suckling against you as your hips continue to quicken.

"Fuck, Ted," You moan, stuttering your hips, "Just like that, please don't stop." His hands continue to move your ass back and forth over him, and you feel your stomach start to tighten.

"You feel so good, baby." He says switching his attention to your other breast.

"I'm close," You manage to say, the combination of his mouth around your nipple and the pressure applied to your center was becoming too much. You feel him detach from your breast with a "pop" and he bring his face closes to yours once more.

"That's it," He encourages, his voice warm like honey, his eyes looking into yours. Ted presses his lips to yours again, swallowing your moans as they begin to grow in volume.

"I'm going to come baby," you whisper against him, holding onto his shoulders as you ride his lap, his fingers digging into your ass hard enough to leave a mark but giving you even more pleasure. Reaching your orgasm, your hips jerk against him a few final times, catching your clit on his dress pant seams again.

You catch your breath and lean your forehead against his, your arms reaching up to snake around his shoulders and hug him to you.

"Good, baby?" He checks, and you nod as you tighten your arms around him.

"So good," You affirm, kissing him once more before reaching for his belt.

"Now, let's take care of you."

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If you're still taking fluff/dark prompts... How about Dickstroke, and Slade taking a contract (of whatever nature 👀) on Dick?

I am indeed still taking fluff/dark prompts! Thank you so much for this one, I had a ton of fun writing it and it also fit perfectly with an entry of my @badthingshappenbingo card so double thank you :D

(to anyone interested - the "fluff/dark prompt challenge" works that you send me a prompt, it can be any prompt you want, specify if you want it Sladick, Sladejay or Sladickjay, and I'll write both a fluff and a dark version of it!)

So here you have a fluff/dark prompt and a filled BTHB slot ♥ This one is for "Improvised weapon" :) I really hope you like it!

Dick blearily stares at the roof of a car, a bump in the road making his whole body bounce up. He blinks once he’s lying flat again, and tries to think, wonders why he feels both physically and mentally like he’s underwater. 

It might be drugs. It feels like he’s been drugged. It doesn’t hurt anywhere specifically but he doesn’t really trust the absence of pain to assess that he’s not wounded, since the drug might be dampening that too. There’s another hitch and he almost rolls off the backseat on which he’s slumped, and a startled, slurred noise comes out of him unprompted. It alerts the driver which briefly turns to him before focusing back on the road. 

«Of course you’re up already.» He mumbles under his breath. «You kids and your immunity to sedatives.»

That’s Deathstroke. Deathstroke is driving the car and just spoke to him, and the realization helps Dick piecing together just what the hell happened a few hours prior, however foggily. 

 He hadn’t been sleeping for a long time, maybe a couple of hours after coming back from patrol, when he got awakened by Tim’s voice yelling from the communicator on his nightstand. And by the time he’d registered the frantic “Dick, Dick do you copy?”, he had spotted the armor-clad figure of Deathstroke on the doorframe of his bedroom. 

And for a moment, even if startled, Dick hadn’t gotten especially worried. It wouldn’t have been the first time for something like that to happen. Slade has always been a dramatic son of a bitch, and barging into his house to inform him of his presence in the Blud was nothing new. That feeling had lasted about two seconds since the man had drawn out a gun, and Dick, suddenly very much awake, had tried however he could to defend himself. 

Facing Deathstroke the Terminator while in an open space, equipped with his suit and gadgets, is exhausting and ridiculously challenging and Dick would hate every second of it, if he wasn’t basically hooked on that kind of adrenaline rush. Facing Deathstroke the Terminator while in his underwear and a loose t-shirt, in a closed space and with only small furniture to use as improvised weapons, is nearly as pointless as trying to climb on a glass wall barehanded. 

The man didn’t budge even when Dick smashed the bedside lamp on his helmet, the crash almost completely covering Tim’s frenzied voice still calling out to him, furiously informing him that Oracle found a hit for Nightwing out on the dark web. To please check in, let them know he’s okay. Dick would have really liked to, especially since he needed backup and needed it asap, but every attempt to reach for the communicator was easily thwarted, same as every ditch effort to throw himself either out the door or out the window. And eventually he’d ended up with his own bedsheet wrapped around his neck, Deathstroke pinning him down and using the fabric to choke air out of him. 

Dick tries to remember when he’s been drugged but that detail doesn’t come to mind. It has to have happened when he was already out. At the very least he’s still alive, his family knows he’s in trouble so they’re surely on his tracks already, and… that’s about it for the positives. The negatives are that he’s being taken who knows where, and he has no way to leave clues for who’s out to help him.

«Slade…» He calls in a croak after managing to get his tongue to work with him, and he spots the man’s steely blue eye glancing at him from the rearview mirror. «…what the fuck.»

There’s no answer and Dick grunts in frustration. He grits his teeth and forces his sluggish muscles to go into motion, holding onto the passenger seat to maneuver himself upright. «What the fuck.» He repeats in what sounds more like a hiss, sneaking between the two front seats to get closer. «Where are you taking me.»

«Sit down or I’ll drug you again.» Slade replies neutrally. From there Dick can see the road speed away from out the window, or he would see it if his vision wasn’t still so blurry. Dick can only recognize that it’s daytime, and that they don’t seem to be in the city anymore. «Or I’ll stuff you back in the trunk.»

«Fuck you.» Dick seethes, lurching forward to grab the steering wheel. Crashing the car isn’t the best idea he ever had but in his defense, he doesn’t have much choice at this point. 

Slade curses loudly and slams on the brakes, and Dick takes the chance to open the car door and throw himself out. It’s a mountain road, with woods surrounding it and a gentle slope behind them. No wonder there were so many bumps, they were driving up a dirt path that’s not even paved, and clearly not really used. Dick’s brain is still slow with drugs and he doesn’t process that he has to run, dumbfounded at what he sees a moment too long, and the next thing he knows is that he’s being slammed on the front of the car, Slade holding him there by the nape of his neck. 

«Are you done…?» Slade asks with the voice he might have used on his unruly kids when they threw fits at bedtime. «There’s nowhere you can get to from here, especially half naked and on foot.»

 Dick thinks that he’d rather try his luck than get stuffed into the trunk, but his attempt to take the other off of him doesn’t really lead anywhere, and soon enough he’s back onto the passenger seat with both ankles and wrists cuffed, and his mouth gagged. At least it’s not the trunk. He’s so furious that he spends the next five minutes fuming as he glares at the roof, and when Slade finally pulls over, Dick tries to kick and headbutt him for good measure, not caring about being mildly thrown around for his efforts. Slade bodily drags him into what looks like an isolated cabin and drops him on a dusty couch, on which Dick wiggles upright and starts feeling for something to use to lockpick the cuffs, flexing his wrists into them in the meantime. 

«Stop squirming.» Slade says from the background. «I can see you.» He comes back into his field of view and grabs Dick by his hair, fixing him with a glare. «Stop it, boy. I’m going to uncuff you myself, you’ll sprain your wrists if you keep doing that.»

Dick huffs through his nose, just frowning in response since he can’t speak. Slade keeps looking at him, Dick nods, Slade nods back. He takes a key and actually pulls the cuffs off of him, allowing Dick to ungag himself, after which he straightens up and resumes doing whatever he was doing before. Gathering what’s needed to light the fireplace, Dick gauges with a frown. 

There’s fire burning soon enough, and just when Dick finally manages to phrase something to say, he gets thrown a blanket. 

«I’ll see what I can find for you to wear.» Slade says noncommittally, then takes off his gauntlets and tosses them on a table. 

They’re up on a mountain somewhere and the air is already chilly despite it being the middle of the day. Dick saw and felt frost beneath his bare feet before, and there were small patches of snow here and there. «Where… is this?» He asks, and the other replies with a mild shrug, still in the process of taking his armor off. «Where have you brought me?»

«A safehouse of mine.» Slade replies after a few moments, wearing a shirt on his bare chest. «Far enough from anything to be indeed safe.» 

And hard to find for anyone, including the world’s greatest detectives, Dick thinks with a frown, but the fact that he isn’t being hurt, and surely he isn’t being killed at the moment, feels kind of confusing. Maybe he’s just being kept prisoner for someone else to come and collect him. 

«What’s left of the drug in your system will wear off soon enough.» Slade adds, casting him a glance. «I expect you to behave after that.»

«Slade.» Dick calls after a deep breath, looking the man in the eye. «Why am I here? Why did you take me from my apartment? You know I’m going to try and escape, I might as well start trying right now. I’m not the type to stay put where you leave me. So either you give me a good reason why I should “behave”, or-»

«You heard Drake on your communicator. A hit was put out for Nightwing.» The man cuts him off with a darker tone, crossing arms on his chest. 

«…a hit which I assumed you took, given…» Dick pokes an arm out of the blanket to gesture at sort of everything. «…this.»

«Given this,» Slade makes the same gesture. «you can deduce that you’re not only still alive, but all in one piece. I did not take the hit on you. What I took was the time to get you out of that ridiculously unprotected flat to bring you somewhere actually safe.»

«You…» Dick’s eyes go wide and so does his mouth. «You kidnapped me…!»

«Would you have followed me willingly?»

«That’s not a justification! Tim was terrified, they surely came looking for me and found my room in that state, and have no idea where I am, they must think I’ve been abducted or worse, that I was…» He’s been gradually looking down and coiling up as he speaks, and at that point he springs back up again, grabbing a fistful of Slade’s shirt to pull him closer. «And whoever put out that hit for me might retaliate on them, and who gave you the right anyway! I can take care of myself just-»

«Dick. I know.» Slade interrupts, not taking Dick’s hand off of his shirt as he sits on his knee on the cushion next to him. «I know you can. You can take care of yourself just fine, you’re strong and dependable, and every person who’s been around you even just once can tell.» He covers Dick’s clenched fist with his hand at that point, still not pulling it off but mildly hugging it in his palm. «But the fact that you can doesn’t mean you will. You kept fighting and taking hits for days with a gunshot wound in your arm, not giving it a minute to heal, and I know because I’m the one who shot you. You dive headfirst into any kind of danger if it means that the people you care for are safe. I’m not one of the good guys and I’ve always maintained it, but I have a code,» Slade squeezes once more, and Dick lets go of his shirt. The man’s palm travels up to Dick’s cheek, a very light caress tugging black locks behind his ear. «which is more than a lot of other mercenaries and hitmen out there can say about themselves. The amount of money someone proffered for your capture and torture is astronomical, and there’s a number of people who will use whatever means at their disposal to get you where they want you. But if they think someone else already took that hit and disposed of you, they’ll stay put in their lairs. Which is what’s going to happen once the flock of birds and bats goes ballistic over your disappearance.» 

Dick blinks slowly, processing both what he’s just heard and the warm, odd presence of a calloused palm now cradling his cheek. It might be because of the remnants of the sedative he was given, but he feels foggy again, not managing to put together anything proper to say. 

«Why…?» He ends up blurting out, and frowns again when Slade pulls his hand away, wanting it back and getting angry at himself for it. 

«Because no one gets to hurt you but me, little bird.» The man replies with a half smile, withdrawing to stand up. «I’ll go make something to eat. Feel free to join me once you’re stable on your legs, and to be clear, I am not going back on my word. If you make a fuss I have no qualms with drugging you up again, and that’s how it’s gonna be until you calm down.»

That said he walks away, and Dick slowly shakes his head as he watches him go.

***

Dick groans at the umpteenth bump on the road, which makes him bounce on the seat of the car and jostles all his sore muscles. His ears don’t stop ringing, and he just confusedly recalls Tim yelling for him from the communicator, informing him that there was a hit out for Nightwing and Deathstroke had taken it. Dick was having bigger issues at the moment, issues that led to Slade pinning him on Dick’s own bed, using the muzzle of a gun to keep his face pressed into a pillow at the point of cutting his airflow.

“You want to tell Drake something?” He had asked with a darkly amused note while fiddling with the communicator. “Here, let me turn this on for you.”

Dick heard the click, Tim did too and started calling for him in anticipation. But Dick could only yell into the pillow, which he didn’t do to try and not deplete his already scarce supply of oxygen. The following crunch informed him that Slade had to have crushed the device in his fist.

“Who knows, maybe if we wait long enough little Red Robin will join us. What do you say?”

Dick had resumed struggling at that, muscles straining and muted protests dampening the pillowcase, and Slade had snorted in response. 

“Relax. You know I don’t fancy the other birds that much.”

A moment later there was a painful prick on his neck, something which felt a lot like a syringe pen, and it had taken a very short time for Dick to go numb. 

He’s contused but not badly hurt, he knows that much. He never lost consciousness after getting drugged, just everything had turned foggy and distant, and his body had gotten limp and easy to maneuver. He never got his brains blown up though, which is better than nothing… it probably means that Slade won’t kill him, even if he might have been paid to do it in a certain way, hence the abduction. 

At some point Dick gets hauled out of the car and unceremoniously carried across Slade’s shoulder to what he glimpsed being a cabin on some hillside. Everything spins, and by the time he gets a grip on himself, he’s being stripped of the loose t-shirt he was wearing when he got assaulted. Dick grunts, weakly fumbling to try and keep himself covered, but he gets easily held down. 

«Easy, boy.» Slade mumbles as if to himself, not minding to rip the shirt in pieces as he gets it off of him. «You’ll have time to squirm soon enough.»

Dick manages to send him a seething, furious glare, hoping that his scalding eyes don’t actually look as teary as they feel. He shouldn’t feel betrayed, he never had any reason to put his trust in Deathstroke of all people, but somehow he had considered himself different in some way. A limit Slade wouldn’t cross. Someone he respected at the very least, and maybe held some degree of fondness for. He clenches his teeth. He’s such a fucking idiot.

Slade doesn’t seem to even notice, busy taking something out of a duffel bag. It’s… clothes? Confusion breaks Dick’s rage, and it only increases when he realizes that the man is unfolding a black and blue suit, which seems to be a replica of the Nightwing attire. No, Dick realizes, this is his suit, he would recognize it anywhere… Slade must have taken it from his flat before. His stupor persists when Slade grabs him by the scruff and starts putting the suit on him, more or less like Dick was an overgrown doll, and he squirms and smacks his hands away as soon as he manages to gather himself. 

«I can dress myself.» He hisses, cheeks burning with humiliation. 

«Knock yourself out.» The man replies, unfazed. He sits back on the couch and crosses arms on his chest, apparently contenting himself with staring while Dick fumbles with the suit, hardly responding muscles struggling to work with him.

«What the fuck is this, Slade.» He asks after a few minutes of toiling, made even more uncomfortable under the man’s searching stare. Slade isn’t doing much to hide the fact that he’s seizing him up, and Dick feels like he’s being appraised. 

«You heard Drake.» The other replies in an almost casual tone. «I took a contract on you. On Nightwing, to be precise. Here, put this on too.»

He’s handing Dick his domino mask and he forces his shaky arm to take it, but hesitates upon wearing it, feeling like he’s walking himself into a lion’s den. «Are you going to kill me?» He wonders out loud, and Slade shakes his head. 

«You might have noticed at this point that I don’t want you dead.»

«You’re gonna sell me, then.» Dick tries to force himself up from the slumped position on the couch, to try and at least have a dignified conversation. «I’m here because someone else will collect me.»

«Wrong again.» Slade leans in and Dick reflexively retreats into the back cushion, but he has nowhere to go and is basically powerless to prevent the other from taking back the domino mask, and fitting it on his face. «I might have told you once or twice, little bird.» He adds, making sure the mask is adjusted properly, his touch lingering on Dick’s cheekbones. He shakes his head and gets his chin firmly gripped by the man’s fingers. «No one gets to hurt you but me. What we’ll do is spend a few days together, you and I, during which I will fulfill my contract… we might as well start right now, since we’re here.»

He touches his free hand to the eyepatch he always wears, and something on it glimmers. Dick blinks in confusion, realizing the presence of a small camera mounted there. 

«I’ll cut and polish the footage once I’m done.» Slade adds in a half voice, as if thinking out loud. «No one will “collect you”.» He smiles at Dick’s horrified stare, gripping his chin more firmly and twisting his head up, so that his neck gets exposed. «The terms are for Nightwing to be put in his place, by any means necessary, and give him a lesson he will remember for the rest of his vigilante career.»

Dick swallows thickly, the knot around his throat growing tighter. He doesn’t really fight it when Slade pushes him flat down on the couch, just turns his head to a side with a small grunt to avoid breathing directly from the dusty cushion. 

«No quips?» Slade asks, a hand idly rubbing fingers through the hair on his nape. There’s a clicking noise, like that of a switchblade, and then a pull; Dick reckons that he’s been given his suit to wear only for it to get cut open, apparently to put on a show for the video. «I expected some more fuss, little bird.»

«What’s the point.» Dick replies through gritted teeth, not managing to avoid tensing up at the feeling of his back getting uncovered again. The mountain air is chilly and his skin ripples in goosebumps, even more when Slade’s palm travels over it, running down his spine. «Just… just get this over with.»

He can’t believe himself. He’s scared because of course he is, but he’s been hurt before and by people who planned to beat the life out of him, he knows what to expect. That’s not the reason why he’s shaking all over, and also not the reason why when he gets flipped again, lying face up on the couch now, he feels tears past the mask and on his temples. He grits his teeth and wipes them on his shoulders, and at that point it registers with him that he’s not in pain, the switchblade never touched his skin. 

He truly can’t believe himself, and how utterly double-crossed he feels. Why was he ever considering himself some sort of special for Deathstroke of all people…? Was he considering himself special, in fact? He must have, otherwise he wouldn’t be reacting like his heart had just been gutted out and stepped on. He had been telling himself that for the right amount of money, Slade would have had his head on a silver platter to give to the highest bidder. But he had also hoped it wasn’t true, and that Slade actually cared, if just a little.

«Crying already?» Slade’s still gloved knuckles wipe at his face and Dick jerks his head away. He ends up staring at the empty fireplace, jaw locked as he tries to get a grip of himself. «I haven’t even started, little bird.»

«Apparently I decided to make it easy on you.» He says in a low voice, appreciating the fact that at least it doesn’t sound vulnerable, just bitter. «Fair warning though. I don’t cry while people are torturing me. You better enjoy the show while it lasts.»

Slade hums, and the touch on Dick’s cheek comes back. It’s gentle, why on earth is he being touched so gently. It’s unfair, and Dick feels more tears well up, hoping to be able to swallow them this time. 

«I’m not going to torture you.» Slade says after a moment. Dick frowns, still looking at nothing. «I’m not going to hurt you at all, kid.» He adds, making Dick’s face twist into a grimace as he whips his head towards him. 

«You just said…!»

«I said,» Slade helps him sit up, smothering locks of black hair behind his head. «That I will give you a lesson that you’ll remember for your whole vigilante career. I do not need to cause you any pain for that to happen.»

The fact that Slade leans in for a kiss adds to Dick’s confusion, enough that he doesn’t process either to pull away or bite, or anything like that. His head gets tilted by a palm cradling his nape and he makes a surprised sound, Slade’s thumb gently pressing above his chin to get him to spread his lips more. And when it stops Dick is out of breath, eyes wide, cheeks burning and his thoughts tailspinning.

«I also plan to make you cry a lot more.» Slade adds with a half smile. «You just make sure you keep your mask on the whole time. I don’t want my esteemed contractor to see your pretty blue eyes.»

Dick is pressed into another kiss before he can blurt out anything in response. He’s not getting tortured. He’s getting raped though, or so it seems…? He isn’t sure anymore of what the hell is even happening, but when a palm cups his crotch from above the suit, he does feel a hot flash going through his waist, and the noise that gets muffled into the kiss startles him. 

He doesn’t want this, and he doesn’t want to get filmed while this happens, most of all. But maybe he had been in the right to consider himself some sort of special in Deathstroke’s book, because he’s pretty sure this doesn’t normally happen to people when Slade takes up a contract on them.

[skzwhoree]

hi ! can you do something with rosé x fem reader, ennemies to lovers, on a kitchen counter ? 👀 no kinks, no dom/sub dynamic (if that's okay), just them being mad at each other, but at least some comfort at the end

lol hi i am back hehe, i loved this idea and i wanted to write it asap, i have been writing this for the past 3 hours now, i hope i didn't drift away from your request, Enjoyyy <3

I'll always love you

Genre- Angst, Enemies to lovers, Smut, Fluff, K-pop!AU (idk correct me if i'm wrong)

Content- Homosex, fingering, Oral (both fem receiving), Mentions of SA, Explicit Language, after sex comfort.

Pairing- Rosé x fem!reader

word count- 2.3k

CONTENT WARNING- CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND USE OF EXPLICIT LANGUAGE (MINORS DNI), PLEASE DNI IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE IN ANY WAY.

i have listed the content warning already, view at your discretion .

also let me know if i have made any errors i will correct them, english is not my first language.

enjoy bbgs;)

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This is a dream come true.

You never thought that just a mere video of you singing at a friend’s party would blow up enough for YG Entertainment to notice you and not only that, but to approach you with a life changing offer, A chance to debut as BLACKPINK’S fifth member.

You being just stuck with your regular editor’s life, wanted a change, a new chapter to spice up your life. This was the beginning of that chapter; how could you turn it down? But life isn’t easy, you had to leave everything behind and this could end up in complete vain. Getting a job again could be extremely tiring and you didn’t have enough time to waste with your mid-twenties hitting already. What if they eliminate you halfway? What if they are not satisfied with you? Even if you debut, will the fandom accept you? Will you be enough?

All these questions cloud your headspace and suddenly you want to decline the offer, continue your event-less life and accept reality, you call the agency’s office to decline the offer, but they invited you to the workspace instead.

2 days later...

The meeting with YG Entertainment’s creative director was today, you had made up your mind, politely decline the offer and continue with your 9-5 job to save for the future, live like a nobody for the rest of your life.

You enter the mesmerising glass panelled building, so beautiful really. You didn’t even want to blink thinking that wasting even a millisecond on blinking your eyes you cost you to lose the perfect glimpses of the interior.

You reach the reception desk and mention your meeting with the creative director to the fashionably dressed woman, “The Creative director has arranged a training section tour for you, please follow Angeline to the 7thfloor”, extremely confused you inquire about the sudden scheduled tour, “He mentioned about you declining the offer but before that he just wants to show you what you will be missing out on, he wants you to take this as a chance to rethink your decision” after this statement the receptionist gets herself busy with a phone call so she doesn’t have to answer your questions anymore.

The blonde-haired woman who actions you to follow her is allegedly Angeline, seeing she didn’t look Korean you were taken aback from asking her questions, so you quietly followed her to the 7th floor as told, she takes you through a series of grey corridors that had beautiful portraits of artworks and some framed album covers hanging on the walls, engrossed in your observation, you didn’t notice Angeline stop and continued walking which led to you to bump clumsily into her back.

Embarrassed you immediately apologise, she gives no reaction to it and leads you into the dance practice room, which makes the situation irresistibly awkward, looking down and slapping yourself lightly on the head, your curse your stupidity “stupid, stupid ah”, as you look up in slight irritation from yourself, you feel your body relax and diffuse into the air around you because you were not in any other dance room, but the one where all the magic was done, where the four incredibly hot and talented woman practiced their breath-taking choreographies.

And you could too, the huge mirror wall, the camera setup in the corner of the room, the huge door that led to the gym, another huge door that led to the classiest locker room you had ever seen, the blue-ish lighting of the dance studio, the black wooden floor, everything about it was amazing.

As you glared at the beauty of the workspace, Angelina spoke something about the background of the place in a robotic tone, which you paid no attention to. Leaving the dance studio, you were then taken to the music and recording studio, one of the biggest you had seen so far, also far better than what you had imagined, several seating areas, the walls were sound-proof, cushioned with black leathered sound absorbers, advanced music equipment and of course the editing and podcast area.

Angelina proceeded to show you around the several lounge and video recording areas, personal cafeterias, and many more luxurious amenities that the world-famous K-pop girl band was provided with.

When you thought the tour was over you had managed to still rethink your thoughts and resist the urge to give in, your answer was unchanged, you were definitely declining the offer, until-

Angelina took you to a room which you expected to be another lounge area, which it was only, there sat 4 stunningly gorgeous women, Jisoo, Jennie, Lisa and their leader Rosé. The women looking even prettier up closely, you were overwhelmed. The members introduced themselves to you and so did you “h-hello, nice to meet you, I am y/n”

Your answer was a no, up until this very moment, Now- You were all ready to accept the offer, and change your life forever.

The members seemed beyond sweet to you, they talked to you with extreme respect, they all mentioned seeing your viral video and then your audition video, you were nervous at first but it faded away within a few minutes and you could talk to them comfortably, as if they were your old friends.

Waving a bye to the members, you step out of the room to find the CEO of the agency to be standing right in front of you, Taking the opportunity you accepted the offer to debut as the fifth member of the world-wide known K-pop band black pink.

A month later….

This isn’t easy, not that you expected it to be, but because you did not expect it to be this difficult. “y/n it’s a small step, just pull back and jump!” it was 11pm and you were exhausted, the practices ended at 7 for Jennie, Lisa and Jisoo, and here you were- with Rosé practicing overtime just because that one damn step your body won’t allow you to do, “I am trying! Just my body is beyond exhausted to keep going!” you reply to her with a hint of annoyance in your tone, “you better not talk to me like that y/n, I have no interest in staying this late with you, if you are going to debut in our group, being the leader, I have to make sure that you don’t embarrass us” Rosé scolds you, you scoff and tell her to go back to the dorm if she was that uninterested.

Rosé leaves cursing at your stubbornness. You didn’t expect to have such a love-hate relationship with Rosé, she was attractive beyond words could explain, you could spend all day staring at her, the way her body moved, her accent, her swaying blonde hair, her confidence and the way she’d get so easily annoyed with you, you found her adorable, but on the other hand, she’d be so hard to deal with at times, yelling at you, commanding and dominating.

Even so, you felt more love towards her than hatred, her appearance making you day, her smile bringing a sense of life into the room and as much as she hated to admit it, you caught her staring at you with admiration in her eyes several times, enough to ensure you, that there might be something between you two.

She’d find ways to touch your body when you guys practiced alone together, she’d bring her face close to your neck inhaling the vanilla scent of your body and hold your hips to “help you move better”.

As time passed, you felt your feelings growing stronger for Rosé, you wanted her to be all yours, you wanted you kiss her every time she laughed and cuddle into her arms when you felt low.

It was just another day of you practicing alone with Rosé, you were doing so good, all steps were on point and you were listening to her. When you guys took a break, Rosé praised you and asked you to keep up the spirit, as she passed a soft comforting smile to you. You passed the smile back and then continued to plainly stare at her with a gradual eager look, her smile faded slowly and one moment you guys are staring at each other, the other you are making out passionately, eyes closed you kissing her gently but deeply and her kissing you back, she holds your waist and pulls you closer, and you cup her face in your palms.

When something unexpected happens- she pulls away. “Y/N I- I can’t- I can’t do this” she seemed a little nervous and afraid, she quickly picked her bag and sprinted out of the dance studio, leaving you in complete shock. Tears roll down your eyes, “am I not enough for her, did I take it too far?” you whisper to yourself.

The rest 3 months before your final debut on the stage with the members passing in extreme awkwardness between you and Rosé, the rest of the members were confused to see this but no one quite enquired as they thought they’d be interfering with something personal; Rosé and you had caught feelings for each other and it was evident to everyone.

Nevertheless, your debut went better than you had planned and you realised it was finally time you had moved on from the incident that occurred between you and Rosé. You started seeing and hanging out with a well-known male model, but as you started to move on, Rosé’s feelings only deepened, whenever she heard Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa talk about you and your new boyfriend, Rosé couldn’t help but feel her chest burn with pain and anger.

When you kissed her, she was flustered beyond explanation and nervous because she had never felt this way for a girl. She loved you. She decided to not hold her feelings back anymore and confess her love for you and ask for a second chance.

You were still moving out from your apartment, Rosé headed straight to your place but right before she rang your doorbell, she heard something-

y/n- “listen I don’t want you to touch me like this”

bf- “it’s okay, I am your boyfriend, I wouldn’t want to hurt you”

y/n- “but I don’t want to sleep with you yet, I don’t think I’m ready”

bf- “baby, just once, please”

y/n- “leave me, LEAVE ME”

bf- “just once”

Rosé hears you yell in pain and starts ringing the bell and shouting, your bf who was trying to force himself on you leaves you and in attempt to run away jumps from the balcony,(your apartment was on the 2ndfloor so he could’ve broken a bone because you heard him shout an ‘ouch’ unfortunately enough he didn’t die), rushing to the door you open it and see Rosé shouting frantically, at the sight of you being okay, she jumps to hug you, and you hug her back.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU Y/N” she yells at you, “I know I fucked up” you reply, completely disappointed with yourself, “ARE YOU REALLY THIS DUMB?” Rosé yells in frustration “WELL THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED IF I WAS WITH YOU INSTEAD OF THAT BASTARD”

Rosé smashes her lips against yours and kisses you sloppily, you kiss her back and next thing you know, you are bent over the kitchen counter with Rosé sucking on your clit, she runs her tongue all over your bundle of nerves while fingering you with her digits, you hold on her hair and push her face even deeply into your pussy , licking and tasting you while she thrusted her fingers in you at a high pace felt like heaven, didn’t take you long to cum all over her fingers.

She licked your cum off your cunt and the rest that was on her fingers went straight into your mouth for you to taste yourself. “I bet my fingers made you feel better than his 2-inch ever could”, you moan at her words and then turn around to choke her and kiss her, while your other hand slides down to rub her clit, she plays with your nips and licks them pulling away from the kiss, you help her onto the counter and then climb on top of her, pretty soft moans leave her mouth as you sit on her pussy in a scissoring position, rubbing yourself on top of her while you kiss her calves softly and dig into her cunt.

“fuck baby, you make me feel so high” Rosé says as her orgasm approaches, almost yelling when you rub on top of her with more pressure, She comes all over your pussy, without letting each other rest even for a moment you are now in a 69, licking each other clean till you both cum for the second time that night.

Completely exhausted your body still asks for more, Rosé starts licking you again, you twitch as you’re still sensitive from the orgasm “fuck baby, you wanna go again?” “Why? Are 2 orgasms all you can take?” she mocks you, so you start thrusting your tongue in her hole , “oh, Fuck” she moans loudly and you let out a soft chuckle, pushing each other to the limit, you both cum for the third time, after which you finally collapse.

You clean each other and help yourselves to the couch, Rosé buries her face in your neck from the back while she holds you tight, “I am never leaving you now, I’m sorry baby, I made a mistake” she whispers softly in your ear after which she continues to place kisses on your neck and shoulders, “you better not, because I know you’ll always love me and only me” you turn your head slightly and kiss her on her forehead, slowly drifting into slumber.

[al-hekima-madara-blog]

MADARA CASTING IS OPENED !

The fandom are so dedicated nowadays to Naruto it's crazy. Have you seen this movie about Shikamaru arc fan movie? The casting is perfect, the actor playing Hidan is breathtaking and the special effect are so good.

So, watching this coming, let's start, for research purpose obviously, to cast Madara right now! It's a very important decision we need to settle together, between real fan before Hollywood casts for us Robert Pattinson (no offence Rob, but no.) I count on your active participation. I got few names to propose, tell me what do you think :

N°5 Tony Thornburg

A Japanese-Swedish model. He got a real hair potential. Before you tell me it's not enough volume and too silky, hair extension and brushing can do miracle ! He also needs to work out for 6 months and build up a more muscular body but we are very close to our goal.

N°4 Paing Takhon

Birman actor and model. First I found his back picture and I was like : YES THIS IS ...and then he turn his head and...🐣🐹 🐇aah lol ! How is that possible to have such a babyface in such aggressive body? It just doesn't match at all🤣 I don't know. Anyway what do you think? Maybe we can keep him on the side to play Izuna at this point. +1 he got a solid street credibility, he is in real life a freedom fighter. He's currently in prison sentenced 3 years for protesting against Birman governement.

N°3 Sang Woo Kim

Now we are getting serious. He is firstly known as a British Korean model but he is also an artist who expose his art in London. I follow him for a long time (research purpose obviously). He always have those striking features and cold gaze. I love the structure of his face how everything is so sharp and angular. The only problem again he is a model so very slender figure. He definitely has to hit to the gym for at least a year or two. But honestly, with a wig, who would resist his infinite tsukuyomi?

N°2 Tadanobu Asano

Before you start to complain that he is too old or not enough sexy. First Madara is above 100 years old, came back as a rotten corpse and nobody ever complain. And have you seen Mongol? He plays Genghis khan a real life world warrior who conquered the biggest empire of all time, considered as a military genius and national legend in Mongolia and remember as a terrifying power in the West. His name means power, just google it. If you can play Genghis Khan and being fantastic, you can play Madara Uchiha. Actor Credibility 100%.

N°1 Ichikawa Ebizō XI

He got the most relevant profil. First he is called Ichikawa Ebizō THE ELEVENTH? Are you eleventh in your own family line? can you tell me the name of your eleventh ascendant? No you can't. Ok first he is kinda prince of traditional kabuki acting. And secondly sometimes he does cinema that's how I discovered him playing Hara Kiri : death of a samurai. I was so intrigued by his acting, there was something so different from his co-actors. Well the difference is both blood heritage and genius, mmh... doesn't it ring a bell to you? Ichikawa Ebizō the eleventh surely doesn't need neither you and I combined to tell him how to play Uchiha Madara. He doesn't need context, he is the context. Just turn on the camera and he will do his magic. Only issue : the budget is going to be sky rocking but what wouldn't we do for the GOAT?

NB ; after checking since his father died in 2019, he is now called by the name Ichikawa Danjūrō XIII😭 I'm sorry but Madara deserves royalty, nothing less.

Please if you have other profils let me know asap, that's a serious investigation we need to do for science's sake !👀👀

[tamasaburro]

April

Cinema

🌱 Morbius (dir. Daniel Espinosa)

you know what ? i feel i watched morbius because i HAD to considering the mcu and all, not because i wanted to ... and yeah it wasn't the movie of the year for sure it's not that bad ... but it's not that good either 😶 this movie is already outdated … it would have been great in 2015

🌱 Aristocrats (あのこは貴族) (dir. Yukiko Sode) 🇯🇵

🌱 Fantastic Beasts : The secrets of Dumbledore (dir. David Yates)

not horrible but the worst of the franchise for sure

🌱 Goliath (dir. Frédéric Tellier) 🇫🇷

an excellent french movie where you can understand the power the big companies have on our governments and how they can control everything in our society

TV shows

🌿 Moon Knight

5/6 episodes (still airing)

one of the best marvel series in my opinion 😌 (in my top 3 for marvel tv shows with wanda/vision and hawckeye)

Oscar Isaac is perfect 👌🏻 (needs an award asap tbh 👀)

🌿 KinnPorsche : The Series (รักโคตรร้าย สุดท้ายโคตรรัก) 🇹🇭

5/14 episodes (still airing)

first thai serie and I must say the production is amazing 😳

I’m really into the Time x Tay ship, I need more screen time oh this power couple 👀👀

🌿 Tomorrow (내일) 🇰🇷

8/16 episodes (still airing)

i cry each each episode ... sometimes it hits a little too close to home 🙃

you know the lead character with the least lines and screen time in every movie/tv show ? why do i always fall for that one ? *sigh* yes my favorite character is Ryung-gu ... but have you looked at him ? he's so soft and cute and his haircut and his fashion sense is outstanding 🤩🤩

yes i'm currently watching 3 series at the same time ... but in my defense they're all amazing !

🌿 The K2 (더 케이투) 🇰🇷

a bodyguard story with stunning male and female leads ? sign me up !

I loved the second lead couple they were so funny and cute 🥺

It was a bit long toward the end but still a good show

🌿 Cherry blossoms after winter (겨울 지나 벚꽃) 🇰🇷

i didn't like it as much as semantic error (see March) ...

Others

🍃 Memoirs of a Geisha (dir. Rob Marshall)

save your time, don't watch it i just need to know why in a movie with only asian actors, taking place in japan, about japanese culture and history EVERYONE SPEAKS ENGLISH ?!?!?!?

🍃 Black Crab (Svart krabba) (dir. Adam Berg) 🇸🇪

🍃 Yaksha: Ruthless Operations (야차) (dir. Na Hyeon) 🇰🇷

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

no aesthetic gif to end the post this month but those two cuties instead 🥰