#he and noi are both so tall

[wonder-worker]

I heard that Edward IV and Elizabeth Widvile were known to be very beautiful. Were there any reports on their appearance at the time?

anon 😂

But yes, contemporaries and post contemporaries in the 16th century were pretty much unanimous in praising their appearance. I'll list some of the ones I could find:

Elizabeth:

'The most beautiful woman in England' ('la plus belle fille d'Engleterre') - Jean de Waurin

'Her very great beauty' ('sa tres grande beaute') - Jean de Waurin

"Her beauty of person and charm of manner" - Dominic Mancini

"None of such constant womanhood, wisdom and beauty" - Hearne's Fragment; its author was one of Edward IV's servants

"A daughter of prodigious beauty' - 1469 Continuator of Monstrelet's Chronicle

"Both faire, of a good favor, moderate of stature, well made and very wise" - Thomas More

Edward IV:

"The beauty of your personage it hath pleased Almighty God to send you" - James Strangways, Speaker of the Commons in Parliament

"The king is a handsome upstanding man" - Gabriel Tretzel, travels of Leo of Rozmital

"A handsome prince and had style" - Oliver De La Marche

"In the flower of his age, tall of stature, elegant of person" - Croyland Chronicle

"One of the handsomest knights of his kingdom" - 1469 Continuator of Monstrelet's Chronicle

"A handsome and worthy prince" - Pietro Alipranto

‘...Tall and strapping as the king’ - John Paston, Paston Letters

"He was young and more handsome than any man then alive" - Philippe de Commynes

"A man so vigorous and handsome that he might have been made for the pleasures of the flesh" - Philippe de Commynes

"The handsomest prince my eyes ever beheld" and "I don't remember ever having seen a man more handsome than he was" - Philippe de Commynes

"A very handsome prince" - Louis XI, from the Memoirs of Commynes

"He being a person of most elegant appearance, and remarkable beyond all others for the attractions of his person" - the Croyland Chronicle, referencing Edward a few months before he died

"He seized any opportunity that the occasion offered of revealing his fine stature more protractedly and more evidently to onlookers" - Dominic Mancini, writing shortly after his death

"He was a goodly personage and very princely to behold...of visage lovely, of body mighty, strong and cleanly made; howbeit in his latter days, with an over liberal diet, somewhat corpulent, but nevertheless noy uncomely" - Thomas More

Etc.

I'm tagging @edwardslovelyelizabeth because I think you got a similar ask?

I hope this answers your question, anon! I don't generally pay a lot of attention to the physical appearance of historical figures (I find it pretty irrelevant), but in this case, it ultimately does play a role in both Edward IV and Elizabeth's historiographies for better and for worse, and seems to have actually been a personal prop of Edward's kingship, so I don't mind discussing it :)

[mocolococoffeesimp]

Zoe/Candi's type in a person... Just because it would be interesting to learn more about the characters

I do like some asks about my ocs. Glad that you're interested in them, anon. Here's a oc "wiki" page I've done in the past. Link.

-Zoe prefers more sophisticated people. She isn't huge fan of muscles most of time. She would prefer someone she would be able to have intellectual conversations, not to mention do wine tasting and go shopping. She hates womanizers and overall misogynist people. So, she stays far away from those kind of people. She enjoy being with someone who, could match her fashionista tendencies. If, you didn't enjoy fashion that much, she would still make you act as her dress up doll at times.

-She doesn't care that much about height. But, if her partner was shorter she would be more than happy to, help you with it. She might get you heels, or such if you felt uncomfortable. If, you were taller, she would be using you as her scary dog privilege. She just enjoyed having a taller person.

-She often times forgets, how wealthy she is. So, she is going to spoil you in gifts and such. She couldn't care less about your financial situation. If, you needed help she would give it. If not? Great, one less reason for her to get wrinkles.

-Candi woudl like someone who could match his banter. He loves to joke around and just chill, so his partner would have to be able to take a joke and make them. Candi is fan of muscles, but they weren't a must just a nice bonus. Candi is also fan of tall people, but again it isn't a must for him, just a nice bonus, if his partner is tall.(Think of Nanami from JJK and Noi from Dorohedoro.) He slightly prefers women. Very slightly.

-Candi would like someone who could tame him little bit. He does fully acknowledge how out there he is. With him getting constantly in trouble and whatnot. So, someone little dominant to yank him back to keep him in line. He will be a brat about it, both to tease you and to be a drama queen.

-Candi would just randomly start borrowing your clothes. You had that hoodie you liked? His now. Your makeup? He is borrowing it. Your earrings? He has them on with a smug smirk. So, he would like someone with good closet, he himself isn't the most fashionable person. As, he doesn't have the motivation to put on fashionable outfit. But, he will if his partner is dressing up. He can't be second prettiest can he? So, someone to do skincare routine and overall self-care. He would like his partner to do those with.

[neptunesnxpple]

Shin x short m!reader

He first spots you when trying out a new cafe with Noi

They make their orders at the front and moments later you take their drinks over to them, explaining the specials and letting them know they can wave you over if they need something

Shin avoids eye contact the entire time, gay panic setting in

The moment you step away you think you overhear Noi making fun of him, but you’re not sure for what

You get called over three more times, each by Noi requesting small things. A bagel, a refill, a muffin.

Eventually they leave, leaving a fat tip

You think nothing of it, shrugging and going about your day

A few days pass, and the next time around Shin is the only one to show up

When ordering he makes a special request that you be the one to deliver it to him

The cycle repeats, he avoids looking at you when you come over and leaves a big tip

On days when you’re not there you’re told he actually looks disappointed

One one of your days off, you find yourself picking up produce at a stall and notice a familiar mask

You smile and wave, seeing Noi is with him too

The conversation is pretty much carried between you and Noi, dwarfed by both of them

When you mention not seeing her around despite Shin being a frequent visitor she’s shocked, grinning and nudging her senpai

Shin covers his masked face with his hand. As you all go to leave, Shin hands you his card. He tells you to give him a call if you’re ever in danger

[onecantsimply]

Hi can you do a chidaruma,noi, and shin (chidaruma platonic) headcanons with a reader that golf?

Chidaruma, let’s go-

- Chidaruma -

• This absolute savior of a Devil is probably eating shrimp while you’re smacking a golf ball into the hole. (Think of that however you’d like, I’m too tired to say no-)

- Probably cackling every time you miss, making you want to slap him with your club.

- Honestly can’t say anything when you’re both probably cackling at other people failing at golf. (En, probably.)

- “Just throw it in the hole.”

- “That’s not how this works. Just shut up and eat your shrimp.”

- Shin -

• He’s not into it. He’s just watching you rage.

- He knows you’re terrible at golf and he finds amusement in seeing you rage over it.

- So here this man is, drinking some coffee. Watching you probably break something with the force of how you swung your club.

- “… Honestly, I might need a break.”

- “Retire completely.”

- Noi -

• Says she’s not into it. She’s snapping her golf club in half a few minutes later while screaming.

- This time, you’re the one staying calm while golfing. Watching your white haired and almost 7 foot tall girlfriend rage.

- Noi can’t just go gentle with her club. She has to fucking swing it like she’s hitting a baseball.

- “Might want to go more gentle.”

- “FUCK THAT!!”

[skelanonymous]

First - Killermare

Words - 3.1k

I decided I needed more happy Killermare, even though I’ve literally written a ton of it. I should write literally anybody else next…>_>

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Killer entered into the kitchen with a tense back, casually perusing the fridge with a wince. He’d taken a hard hit on the side during the last fight with the Stars. Probably cracked something, but nothing was falling off so he didn’t bother too much with it. His determination would hold him together.

He grabbed the carton of milk and took a swig straight from the container.

“Other people use that you know.” 

“Too bad for them.” Killer turned around to grin at Nightmare. He’d recently gotten into his Boss’s VERY good graces and no broken bones were going to keep him out of it. “Well if it isn’t small, dark, and Lovecraftian.” That got a chuckle, a rare thing to hear from Nightmare. It made his target soul ache something awful, hearing that cute sound and not being able to do anything with it, not nearly close enough to Nightmare to capitalize on the opportunity. 

“As good with words as with a knife, hmmm?” Nightmare stood in his space, touching along his arm unconsciously. Killer tried to keep his mouth in check.

“I’m also pretty good with my hands.” God damn idiot brain, hitting on his fucking god level boss. There’s fucking with people and there’s shooting out of your league. He just smiled through it. “Whatcha need Boss?”

“I’m moving a wing of the library and needed an extra pair of hands.” 

“And you knew how talented mine were, so you came right to me?” Killer slid the milk back into the refrigerator. He leaned back on his left side to keep from agitating the right, elbows on the counter, a picture of relaxation. 

“Something like that.” Nightmare laughed again. Killer held in the pleased sigh, standing up, crossing his arms behind his head very delicately.

“I’m all yours Boss. Lead the way.”

They wandered down the hall directly towards the library, Killer keeping step just behind Nightmare, letting him stare all he wanted without being caught. Those strong thick tentacles swayed around his back, framing his ass for Killer to appreciate along the lengthy hallways. He rarely went over this way unless Night summoned him here.

Nightmare already cleared small sections away, stacks of meticulously organized books littering the floor. He gestured to a pile.

“Start here and work clockwise. I’ve laid it out to make it easy enough for you to do without me babysitting your progress.” 

So began replacing them on the shelves. Killer hid the winces of pain from stooping and bending fairly well, silently moving until he hit a tiny snag. He reached up to place one on a tall shelf when he flinched into the wall.

His body hit the shelves and dislodged an avalanche onto his head. He almost moved away before one smashed into his cracked ribs.

"Son of a fucking bitch!

"Killer!" Nightmare raced over to unbury him. The tentacles made quick work of them, stacking haphazardly off of Killer’s winded form. His hands were on Killer’s forehead in an instant, checking for cracks, diligently looking over him after hearing the cry of pain. Killer groaned angrily when he was cleared off.

“Fucking Blue and his fucking blue attacks. Ugh.” Killer couldn’t sit up, pain still blossoming fresh in his chest. Night paused in looking him over.

“Were you wounded on the last mission?” His single eye penetrated his two, pinning him under it until he relented, grimacing with a gesture to his ribs he’d been carefully avoiding.

“Yeah. Stars got a good hit in on me. Was fine until the book hit it though.”

“Clearly not, considering you lost your usually impeccable balance!” Nightmare’s tentacles wrapped Killer up to get him standing without making him bend the wounded area. “Come with me. Healing magic is easiest when accompanied by intent, wrapping it will make it easier.” He grumbled and took off towards his room, Killer hobbling after to keep up. 

Walking into Night’s room changed the mood. He suddenly felt out of place, surrounded by luxurious purples tones and dark wooden furniture. Night had gestured to the bed before wandering into his private bathroom.

His bed was comfortable. Killer’s nerves ruined any enjoyment of getting into Nightmare’s room, jittery from the moment he was directed to sit on the plush comforters. Nightmare returned with a roll of bandages and an unimpressed look.

“I thought you were smart enough to know how to care for yourself.” He moved in front of him. “Take off your jacket and t-shirt.”

Thankfully Night was too focused on unraveling the bandages and gathering antiseptic to see Killer’s face go red, suddenly very aware that he was in his boss’s room, said boss’s hands about to be on him after a request to undress. He pulled them off smooth and casual, but his grin practically cracked at the edges. 

“What the hell?”

Night’s hands hovered over the cracked ribs, flinching back at the small break that Killer had dislodged from its setting.

“Yeah, it’s not great.”

“Killer!” Night growled at him. “Why didn’t you seek treatment before THIS?!” He gestured to the crumbled ends of the break from grinding against each other. “This is entirely fucking curable! It’s ridiculous you didn’t, at the very least, wrap this!” The growl travelled up his body, baring his teeth at him, tentacles cracking like whips at his back. Killer didn’t move, but his voice took on a nervous edge.

“I’m a dead man walking boss. I’ll just keep going forward until I can’t anymore.” Healing magic was taxing. All of them were terrible at it besides Nightmare, who never offered, only taking over when he was clearly needed. They never want to bother him to ask for it.

“I could’ve fixed this sooner.” Nightmare pinched the bone into place with a click. Killer gasped in pain. He wrapped it tightly, uncaring about Killer’s harsh pants while doing so.

“We only take it when you offer. None of us wanna annoy you.” Fuck, he was so falling out of Night’s good graces for this. After he worked so hard, some dumb break was gunna take him back to zero. He fisted the plush comforter. “Your time is important.”

“To whom, when you dust from accumulating injuries that I can’t see?” 

“The multiverse I guess.”

“The multiverse doesn’t give a shit about me or my time. This is all I have.” Nightmare pinched his nasal crest after finishing. “You serve me, but I cannot do this alone. Your lives are valuable to me. I thought you, especially, would know this Killer."

"Why do ya say that?"

"Because of how important you are to me." Nightmare's hands grew warm with gathering magic, mending now that everything would heal correctly. "All of you are valuable, like the supporting beams holding the castle aloft, but you are more integral. You are the center pillar. As my right hand, as long as you stand, I have faith in my ability to recover. I believed you to be my most valuable asset, but if you’re going to just let yourself turn to dust, then I’ll-”

“No!” Killer’s soul snapped into a heart shape, eyelights flickering in time to meet Night’s inquisitive gaze. “I’m not dusting on you just like that.” He grabbed Night’s warm hands away, taking them up in front of his startled cyan face.

“K-Killer?” He brought them up and kissed the phalanges as one would do to their king.

“If you’ll continue as long as I am by your side, then I’ll remain with you until I die.” Killer’s sockets went half-lidded, struck by the emotion his inverted soul let in, his silly crush amplified ten-fold by Nightmare’s faith in him. He’d never seen his boss look so confused, eye wide and frantically searching Killer’s. “What’s wrong boss?” 

“You-I’m...what’s-why all-”Killer’s hands had long since gained a mind of their own. He slid wordlessy off the bed into Night’s space, silencing him with a casual touch on the cheek, fondly caressing the bright greenish glow. 

“Shouldn’t have told me I meant so much to ya cuz I’m gunna take that to heart.” Then he swooped down to kiss him.

Killer pressed their teeth together firmly, tilting their heads to line up for deepening the kiss. He relaxed into it, holding Nightmare close while getting a taste, slowly touching and teasing Night's tongue with playful flicks. He could feel the very hesitant kiss back before they parted for air.

"Feeling shy Nightmare? Don't worry. I'm bold enough for the both of us." 

Killer laughed into the next one, leaning into it to force Night's response, groaning at the feel of the shy tongue in his own mouth. He could feel his small partner shaking in his arms when they broke apart.

"Killer…" It must've been awhile since Nightmare got with anyone to sound so needy. 

"I'm here. Wanna have some fun Nightmare?" He whispered it into Night's ear, smiling at the trembling he could still feel against his ribs, lost in the heady feeling. Night devolved to breathy pants, which Killer dove into before he felt tentacles lay solidly against his chest to push him back.

"Killer, wait, I can't-I'm not prepared for this." Night's flushed face told a different story, but he didn't fancy being killed.

"I've got lots of patience. I'll just make you feel good until you are." Killer's mouth slid down to Night’s neck, sucking on the bone to the high pitched whines, sending all his thoughts south, ecto eager to form at the slightest provocation. His haze broke under the Night's firm push out of his space. 

"Killer, stop." 

His back connected with the bed, wincing from his still (though much less so) wounded bones. The rejection stung worse.

"Sorry boss." That HURT, knowing he'd fucked up pretty royally. God, he'd forced himself on Nightmare right after he'd been given a shred of attention. He was such a fucking idiot. "I'll keep my hands to myself." His eyelights poofed decisively. He almost couldn't bear to look at him, but he needed to see Nightmare's face at least once.

Night hadn't stopped shaking. His tentacles attempted to hide him from view, face fully blushing, head still tilted away from the fresh mark Killer had left, noises leaking unfiltered from his trembling body. 

"S-s-sorry. I-I c-can't handle it-t. Too much." Killer grabbed his shirt and hoodie from where it lay beside him.

"I'll leave you be. Maybe annoy Horror or something, I don't know." Anything to not be here. Playing it off would make it easier to take, even if it meant no second chances with Night. He slid his clothes back on. "Come find me when you got the next mission lined up."

A tentacle wrapped around his ankle before he took the first step.

"Why are you leaving?" His voice was airy, light, breathless.

"I'm a dick, but not that much of one. I went too far, I'll give ya some space for a day." He shrugged, a drop of hate splashing on the floor. He'd describe his emotions as 'in shambles.'

"I don't want space. I just need a minute."

"I don't know Boss. Shouldn't rush that kind of thing." He could stomach taking advantage of people outside of this castle, but betraying the ones inside it, those who guarded his back and knew where he slept (and cared about but he'd never tell them that), it turned his mood sour. It ate at the pit of his stomach and it’d eat through him entirely if he didn’t get the fuck outta dodge.

"What thing?"

"Being assaulted, harassed, whatever you wanna call it. And being the person who forced themselves upon ya, don't think I should be here." He tugged at his ankle again, but Night hadn't relented.

"Killer, I didn't stop you because I didn't want it." He avoided Killer's eye roll.

"Uh-huh." Killer really didn't want to resort to cutting off the tentacle. It wouldn't hurt him, but it'd suck and prove he was an asshole, so he pulled harder. "Say I believed you. Then why?"

"Killer, I…" Nightmare looked like he wanted the carpet to swallow him. "I've never kissed anyone."

"...What?" He stopped struggling against his restraint. "There's no way. You're telling me, five hundred years of existing, and you hadn’t had your first kiss?"

"Yes." And Killer commited a cardinal sin without thinking.

"But Dream definit-" Is fucking Ink or Blue or Cross or all of them, he wanted to say, but Night was quicker.

"I am aware." Nightmare's glare was potent, but Killer's confusion was denser. "But he is lovable, unlike me."

"You're lovable." It slipped out in-between all the mental gymnastics. He wasn't sure he wasn't being fucked with still. "So you haven't…" How to phrase this delicately, he wondered. "...slept with anyone?"

"Killer, I haven't kissed anyone. Why the fuck would I have slept with someone?"

"You gotta know how unbelievable this is." Talking wouldn't reassure him, so Killer leaned down into Night's space again, stopping just shy of his teeth. "You're telling me that someone as fuckable as you's been ignored all this time?" Nightmare's single eye widened with the flush. Killer smoothed out his tone, dropping it low to hold him at the edge of his words. "Nice juicy peach you are, no one's tried to pluck you up? I can barely look without salivatin'." He lapped at his teeth, careful to keep his hands in safe places. He wanted to see how inexperienced Night really was without ruining his chances forever.

Nightmare's tentacles laid limp behind him, all the tremors coming from his real form, whose hands had raised to snatch at the shoulders of his hoodie, gripping tightly when he caved under the languid licks at his mouth by letting Killer in.

Patience led this one, Killer carefully taking over every inch of Night's mouth. The slower pace served to work up his partner faster. Nightmare's calmness abated, tentacles waking up to come and clutch at Killer's form, Night crawling onto him, transforming the kiss into a frenzy of desire that Killer surrendered to, as long as Night was leading the way. The tentacles touched plenty of hot spots, but he kept his own hands on innocent ground. Night's confidence could crumble under too much of a good thing.

"Take a breath, Nightlight." Night shivered against him after breaking apart, so much sensation his body was unaccustomed to. "I gotcha." Killer rubbed soothing circles into his back.

"I can see how that could escalate." Nightmare finally got out. It made him laugh. 

"Yeah. It's pretty easy to get carried away." He kissed the top of his skull before laughing again. "You give handsy a whole new meaning though."

"Sorry." The sweet little monster in his arms barely resembled his boss, hiding his face by burrowing into Killer's chest. 

"Don't be. It's pretty hot." His lewd grin made Night blush again.

"I would've thought my corruption would be the ugliest and most disgusting part of me." He punctuated it with said appendages undulating behind him.

"Boss, I just kissed the fuck outta you and I've never known you without it. Trust me, not a deterrent." Killer stroked down one to make Night's spine curl. "If you learn how to use ‘em right, they're pretty useful in the bedroom."

"Don't call me Boss when we're like this." Night whispered softly. His face caught between a glare and something soft, he was starting to come back to his senses.

"That might be too much power Nightlight." He grinned at the tiny glare. "How was your first kiss then?"

"Nice." Nightmare sighed as he sat up, unfurling all the aching limbs. The usual persona rebuilt itself. But now, Killer knew how easy the composure was to break. "I'd like to repeat it sometime."

"I'm all yours." He'd never get sick of that face if Night was willing to let him see it. They rose together from the floor, Night reestablishing the space between them.

"I'll have to talk to the others about not bringing injuries to me. Time spent on them is not time wasted." He straightened his sweater, presentable before opening the door. Killer choked the urge down to mess it up again. “The idea that you would’ve rather lost a rib than speak to me is absurd.”

"Yeah." They better not take his catch. Fuck them.

"I'm not going to kiss them Killer. The sour look is atrocious on you." Night's brow raised. Caught red handed. Killer laughed.

"Can you blame me? I know the kind of filthy degenerates who live here; I'm one of them. I don't want 'em to take a bite outta you." Subconsciously, he shook his sleeves to feel the weight of his multiple blades.

"You act as though there are many vying for my affection. People used to throw rocks at me for walking by their homes, and now they try to kill me. I'm not surrounded by suitors." He said this while walking down the hall towards the still upturned library. His strides were confident, power inherent is his manner, carried with a royal grace that Killer could only ape with minimal success. The only reason he wasn't swamped with competition was everyone had been too chickenshit to make a move. 

"Ya also thought I wasn't interested and nothing has ever been less fucking true." He pushed his luck a little further, stepping in front of Nightmare to kiss him quickly. The chaste thing was almost too much considering the shakes. "I'll just keep doing it if ya don't say anything."

“We need to reassemble the library.” He huffed through, walking by with weak knees, Killer trailing just behind. “This wasn’t an invitation to touch me at all times.”

“Only some of the time then?” 

“Shut up.” He humored the request once inside Night’s treasured library. 

Back to quietly organizing, clockwise, his talented hands flipped them onto shelves with ease now that he wasn’t hindered by aches. It was quick and effortless like it should have been the first time. He’d begun humming by the time he placed the last one, not expecting the hand on his shoulder but welcoming it as he had earlier the same day. Night silently pressed something into his palm.

“I trust I don’t need to explain.” Killer’s fingers closed over the silver key, smiling and spinning it on his pointer while leaving the now neat library. Guess his league was a lot wider than he thought. It wasn’t an invitation to his bed, but the invitation to his heart was just as good.

“Gotcha loud and clear boss. See ya soon.” 

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They CUTE.

[yvaineseleneposts]

The Troubadour

Requested: no

A/N: This has to be my longest piece ever! I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoyed it. There could be a few mistakes in there both in English and Italian, sorry in advance. I loved writing this, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted but I am a perfectionist and I have rewritten this about 5 times. I just needed to post it now!

Pairing: OC!Diana Bianchi & Damiano David

Words: 3k

Warning(s): swearing, drinking, smoking (I mean it’s the 70s…), smoking weed, my Italian (I have been studying this beautiful language for three years now but people make mistakes)

West Hollywood, California // Mid-January 1972

Red eyes.

Sweaty foreheads.

That is all Diana would see when they screamed at her. “CAN I GET TWO BEERS AND A COKE PLEASE?!”

Working behind the bar was not her dream job. Diana remembered it like it was yesterday, she and her friend Tami had gone to The Troubadour to celebrate the weekend when she saw a “help wanted” poster. It was a godsend. Diana applied there and then and not long after she found herself behind the bar, handing out drinks to people who looked like they were having the best time of their lives. Another plus side was the fact that she could attend the concerts of all the artists and bands for free.

Obviously, there were also downsides to this job. For example, Diana couldn’t go out and live her teenage years. She isn’t allowed to drink (too much) on the job and the hours aren’t exactly great. The pay is okay though and the tips are even better. Half of the people don’t even know how much they are giving and walk off like they didn’t just hand you 20 for an eight dollar drink. She doesn’t complain much about her job but she does feel left behind sometimes. Like when Tami or her other friend chat about some weird adventure they had the night before and who they met or kissed. Diana felt like she missed out on a lot of things but she had no other choice.

Her parents had kicked her out when she was 15. Diana moved in with her grandmother and lived with her for a while until she passed away. She has been living alone in her grandmother’s old apartment ever since. A few friends had moved in with her but then moved out again when they had found a better place to live. So it was just Diana paying the rent for the place.

 “CAN I GET A RUM AND COKE?!” Diana gets snapped out of her thoughts. Shit, what did he want?! She thinks to herself as she stares at the intoxicated man.  “SORRY?!” She shouts back over the loud music. At least she had another reason for not hearing the man.  “RUM AND COKE!” That is all the man yells before turning his band to her so he could face the stage. Some weird indie band is playing tonight. Diana wasn’t really into it and honestly couldn’t wait until her boss would send her home for the night. She puts in a little less rum, the man will probably not even taste the difference.

The band had stopped playing somewhere around two a.m. However not all the guests had left around 2.30 which is something Diana hated the most. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy her job but after so many hours standing on her feet, she wanted nothing more than to clean up, go home and get into her warm bed.

 “Diana, can you come here for a minute?” her boss asked. What was that tone, was he going to fire her?! “It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.” Pfew. Diana walked behind him into his office.

 “What can I help you with, Doug?” She asked as she sat down in the very comfortable chair across from him. Doug Weston had somewhat become her parent over the last few years that she had worked here. He was always so kind to her and could always ask him for help if she needed him.

 “I want to get more bands from across the sea. I want interesting people and not just the same bands playing over and over again. New talent that no one has heard of before but will become known because of this place. Inspire new talent, you know?” He was rambling on with his sales pitch as if you had any input, it was his place after all. “And seeing that you can speak more languages than I have ever could, I was wondering if you could write small pieces for newspapers in Europe that will inspire these artists to come here and get all the fame and fortune they want.”

 “Sure, Doug. You know I would do anything to help this place… and you of course”, Diana said while a wide grin spread on her face. She felt like she was moving up when in reality it wasn’t a new job position. She would do anything to not have the same indie bands playing almost every night. Diana would never have imagined that she would change the lives of four individuals barely six months later, and change her own life along with it.

Rome, Italy // Mid-March 1972

 “The Troubadour. The place where artists and bands from all over the world can make it or break it in the United States. It all depends on the crowd. If they love you, you can come back for an entire week! If not you will receive the money for that evening but sadly you won’t be allowed back. It’s always packed with record executives so you could get a sweet record deal out of this experience. Do you have what it takes? Sign up and good luck to everyone competing in the battle of the bands! – D. B.” Damiano finishes reading. “Ragazzi, I honestly cannot wait till we get to play there! It’s going to be veramente stupendo!”

 “Bene Damiano, calm yourself. It’s less than five months away. We still have to play in this dump to even afford to go. We barely have enough money for a motel, we don’t even have the plane tickets yet!” Classic Victoria, always worrying as if she is the mother of the group.  “Calmati Victoria, noi staremo bene”, Ethan jumps in. “Let’s get back to practising before we start another fight, sì?” The rest nods their head and pick up their instruments.  “I was thinking, should we start with I wanna be your slave oppuro no? Is it too much?” Damiano suggest.  “Oh, and for outfits, I have a few ideas?!” Thomas adds like a little kid who is excited for Christmas day.  “Positivo, let’s look at those after practice”, Damiano says. Not even ten minutes later they had many up a little setlist. It was a battle of the bands so they had to at least practice 4-5 songs to play against other bands. Then if they were allowed to come back they had to prepare yet another 6 songs on top of those 5 they had already played. They could do it, they had enough songs in their database but were they going to sing their Italian songs or did they have to translate them? The members of Måneskin weren’t sure yet. Luckily for them, they had four months to think about it.

West Hollywood, California // Mid-July 1972

Diana hadn’t even woken up yet, but on the other side of the city, Måneskin had arrived at the airport.  “Finalmente ci siamo. Ce l’abbiamo fatta!” Thomas exclaims. Damiano chuckles and throws an arm around Thomas’s shoulders.  “Slow down, loverboy. We have not made it yet. We landed yes, but we have a long way to go from here to that stage tonight.”  “How every grown-up of you, Damiano”, Victoria teases. “I bet with Ethan that you would follow the first American girl that you saw in this airport and that we wouldn’t see you until much later.”  “Ha ha, molto divertente, Victoria. Sei una persona così divertente.” They continue their bickering whilst Ethan collects all of their suitcases.   “Addiamo?” He finally asks the group, they all agree and make their way through the busy airport to the designated taxi area. During this, they complain about how crowded it is and how much the air smells. It is nothing like their own country but you have to take chances if you want to become famous like their dream.

Later that day

Doug had told Diana to come into work later than she usually would. It was going to be a busy night and he’d rather have her work during the performances than during the day and wear her out. So here she was around six-thirty instead of two o’clock. It felt so weird because usually when she arrives there is no line out front and now there was one to the end of the block. She passed all the people waiting in line, hearing them complain and moan as she walks up to Mario, the bouncer. He doesn’t even need to see her worker-id, as she walks in he wishes her good luck with tonight. She liked Mario, he was working here before she came and even then he had told her if she ever needed anything him and his wife had an extra bed for her. Honestly, the sweetest guy… also the toughest guy you will ever meet.

As Diana walked to the changing area to hang her coat and bag, she ran into a few participants of tonight’s show. She greeted most of them but they were too busy with themselves, the fame they hadn’t even earned yet was already rising to their heads. Before she could make her way to the bar, Doug called her over.

 “Diana, come here for a second. I want to introduce you to a few people.” Classic Doug, always introducing everybody to everybody. If he believed you could make it, he would introduce you to all his workers. However, the bands did not know this, the workers would treat them a little extra. “They are from Italy as well!” As if Diana herself had moved for their, it was actually her grandparents. She could speak a little Italian but other than her last name, there was nothing Italian about her. Doug briefly introduced the members of Måneskin to Diana, who couldn’t keep her eyes off a certain member. To be quite honest she had not remembered everyone’s names and she stumbled to get her name out of her mouth. All because she was already head over heels with this handsome, tall, young Italian man.

After a couple of introduction, Diana was finally behind her bar, her safe space. Meeting Damiano had made her weak in her knees, she had never had a reaction like this before. She didn’t really pay attention to the competitors and focused on serving the people but when it was Måneskin’s turn, she started to lose focus on her work.

During most of their setlist, Damiano kept glancing over to Diana and winking at her. Or at least that’s what it felt like for Diana. However, after a rather sexy song (let’s be real most of them are) he kissed one of his male bandmates on the mouth. Now Diana is not one to judge people on who they love. She reasons that everyone should love who they want to love and receive love because of it. It wasn’t that she hated it, it kind of turned her on, but she was very confused. Had she read the signs wrong? Were there even any signs to begin with? At times like these she wanted to ask Tami for help yet she was afraid that if Tami came and tried to help her that somehow Tami’s charm would work on Damiano and Diana would still end up with nothing. No, she had to do this on her own, she decided.

After the battle of the bands was over, a few stayed behind to talk with record labels about future arrangements. Diana started cleaning up, and washing and drying a few glasses, secretly listening in on a few conversations.

 “I liked what I saw out there. Let your agent call me and we will discuss your expansion in the United States.” Well, that sounded very good. Diana turned around to see who the band was that this man was talking to, but when she turned around she looked right into Damiano’s eyes.

 “I have been trying to get your attention all night”, he says shyly.  “Really? I thought so but I wasn’t sure”, Diana responds. Damiano raises his hand and scratches behind his head.  “I was wondering, you know. If maybe- ugh. Perchè è cosi difficile?” He mutters, not looking Diana in the eyes.  “Provalo in Italiano?” she suggests and Damiano’s eyes shoot up to meet hers.  “Cazzo. Parli Italiano?” He looks even more nervous now.  “Si, parlo Italiano.” He laughs at her answer.  “Vuoi uscire domani sera?” Diana nods her head, she honestly cannot stop smiling.  “I’d love to go out with you. Do you want me to pick you up at the hotel? That would be easier than you trying to find my house.”  “Yeah, sure. We’re staying at the Millwood Motel, it’s not too far from the airport.”  “Ah yes, I know that place. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He leans over and kisses her cheek before leaving her to finish her work.

That night Diana barely slept. Did Damiano know any places here to take her to? Did she have to come up with a place? What if he was some weird guy? What if he was a murderer?! She sure was happy now that she didn’t give him her address. The following day she woke up around noon. She went to the kitchen and grabbed her Cona coffee maker, if she was to get through the day, she was going to need a big cup of coffee. She put water and coffee ground on the lower half of the pot and put it on the stove. She hated having to watch the coffee boil and couldn’t wait for better times when you would just have to push a button to get your coffee.

Seeing that she woke up around noon, it didn’t take long before Diana met up with Damiano. She asked him if he had anything specific in mind. Surprisingly, he did. He explained that he and his bandmates did a little sightseeing and they walked past a roller skating rink. Damiano always wanted to try that and he thought this would be perfect for their little date. Diana absolutely loved the idea and couldn’t wait till they got there.

Both of them were sad that the night had ended so quickly or so they thought. It was in fact 1 a.m. and they had already spend ten hours together. Diana brought Damiano back to the motel with her car and of course he couldn’t leave without planting a kiss on her lips. They kissed for a while before finally letting each other go.  “We’ll be leaving soon”, Damiano said and looked at their intertwined hands in his lap.  “Already? You just got here two days ago”, Diana complained. She just met him and now he is leaving already? She wasn’t prepared for that. She knew he was leaving at some point, he had to he didn’t live in the US, but still she had hoped for a little more time together.  “Maybe we’ll come back soon. We have a meeting with our agent and that record label guy tomorrow.”  “Could we meet up after? We should catch dinner together, I have another day off”, she suggested. Damiano agreed, kissed her one more time before leaving her car and making his way to his motel room.

The next day

Diana waited for Damiano in front of a large building. She was enjoying the sun on her face when she felt two arms coming from behind and hugging her on her stomach.  “Ciao, amore mio. Sei adorabile oggi”, Damiano said into her ear before kissing the side of her face.  “Ciao, you don’t look to bad yourself”, she said as she turned around. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him on his lips, his mates cheering them on in the background. “How did it go in there?” With that question Damiano’s face broke out in a wide grin. “What?”  “Amore, we’re staying here in the US. We got a record deal, we will be here for the entire year!” he shouts and all five of them jump in celebration. “I was going to tell you at dinner, but I just couldn’t wait anymore. We can be together, amore.” Diana broke out in tears, nodding her head, for she had never met a man who she loved more than Damiano. Her Italian lover boy.

[snowgoldwaylon]

A Night At The Opera - Grigori Weaver X Reader

Performing is what you loved to do best. Meeting a young soldier is just what you always dreamed off, but while you were on tour for one of the most iconic operas ever written. And you, the main character.

TW: None!

"Y/N! You are live in 10 minutes!" The producer called, as he walked past your mirror.

You glanced in the mirror and just caught the last glimpse of him leaving the room. You turned to look back at yourself in the large vanity, the lights illuminating your current hair style which stood pretty tall.

You were getting final touches to hair and makeup, and it just so happens for this opera, you were the main star. And as hollywood rules states, go big or go home. So you chose the classic big, bouncy curly hair with curled sideburns to give it spice.

It was elegant, you had little glass flowers put all through it so it would glitter and reflect off the stage lights. You wore a stunning ballgown dress, with large bell sleeves. And for the finishing touch which the hair stylist was putting in your hair?

An authentic, diamond and gold lined tiara, which had a long, lace veil attached to the back. You simply smiled at how you looked in this moment. A makeup artist came over and touched up some spots and re-applied the ruby red lipstick you had on.

As soon as they finished, you looked over yourself and smiled. You pushed a falling glass piece back into place, applied hairspray, and got up. You soothed the dress out and turned to the two who had made you look stunning.

"Thank you both, you have made my dream look come true! I think I'm going to permanently hire both of you to tour with me!" You exclaimed, giving a hand.

They both nodded graciously, and bowed with a humble 'thank you' before you were pulled away by someone.

"Okay Y/N, you will be live in one minute. You know the cues, good luck out there!" The stage coach yelled, pulling you to the side stage.

You watched as the young man who played Pollione finish his number, Meco all'altar di Venere. After the dramatic change of scene and the curtain close, the audience clapped loudly. The moment you trained for was finally here!

You watched as Klaus, the owner of the gorgeous, all original opera house approached you. You smiled, and he gave you his hand.

"Miss Y/N, do you look stunning! I must tell you before you go on, we have special guests in the audience. Not to make you worried or such, but these guests are returning soldiers from the war. One in particular who you might have the chance to meet after, is named Grigori Weaver. He loves operas, and even funded this show to go on!" Klaus exclaimed.

You were taken back by the odd sounding name. Grigori? Is that Russian? you asked yourself. You smiled at Klaus, and gave a simple nod.

"Yes Klaus, I understand. Thank you for the information. I do hope to meet him afterwards!" You said.

The stage hand tapped your shoulder, as you saw two men heading towards the curtain strings.

"I must go, Klaus. Thank you!" You said, before taking your spot center stage, right up against the curtain.

The choir filed in behind you on the risers as you stood, singing small voice warmups before it was go time. You felt nervous, but excited. Your heart raced with joy and adrenaline as the final words of the scene were spoken.

That was the cue! With the final dialouge spoken, the curtains opened. The lights suddenly filled your vision, along with the large crowd in the huge theather. A small, soft smile was written on your flawless features as the orchestra began the song.

The flute soloist filled the room with warm, beautiful, contrasted music with crescendos and decrescendos. It sounded almost ominous, but it was beautiful. You stood in the pose as practiced before.

The bell sleeves hung beautiful as you would slightly lift your arms with the music. The violins cued your very first note, and you gave it your all.

"Casta Diva, che inargenti

queste sacre antiche piante,

a noi volgi il bel sembiante

senza nube e senza vel."

You maintained a professional and elegant posture as you acted the part of your character, Norma. You swayed lightly with the music, and smiled as the choir behind you hit the correct notes, pitch, and phrases behind you. You glanced out over the crowd, and right away spotted a man wearing an eye patch in the VIP section.

Suddenly, you felt the urge to finish this aria right, and with ease. Your next cue happened, and you let the bell sleeves hang beside you.

"Tempra, o Diva,

tempra tu de’ cori ardenti

tempra ancora lo zelo audace,

spargi in terra quella pace

che regnar tu fai nel ciel.

 

Fine al rito

e il sacro bosco

sia disgombro dai profani.

Quando il Nume irato e fosco,

chiegga il sangue dei Romani.

Dal Druidico delubro

La mia voce tuonerà.

Cadrà; punirlo io posso.

Ma, punirlo, il cor non sa.

 

Ah! bello a me ritorna

Del fido amor primiero;

E contro il mondo intiero

difesa a te sarò.

Ah! bello a me ritorna

Del raggio tuo sereno,

e vita nel tuo seno,

e patria e cielo avrò.

Ah, riedi ancora qual eri allora,

quando il cor ti diedi allora,

ah, riedi a me."

With the last note of the orchestra, ending right after your vocals pitched down, you struck an elegant pose. The diamond of the tiara made you sparkle as you soaked up all limelight.

Cheers roared and echoed through the halls and walkways of the opera house. Whistles and flowers were thrown as the curtains began to slowly close. You glanced towards the man with the eyepatch again, and saw him standing up.

He joined everyone in a standing ovation because your pure and effortless talent had shaken them to the core, but in a good way. The heat of the lights brought you to a pant, and small specks of sweat beaded at the line of your hair.

The curtains finally came to a close and you released the pose. You quickly made the way backstage to cool off, so you wouldn't look rough for the finishing act.

Producers swarmed you, makeup artists, and hair artists also swarmed you like buzards so they could doll you back up. You were to keep the hairstyle for the final act, but change the dress for a Victoria era wedding dress.

TIMESKIP, END OF THE OPERA

You gathered at the entrance along with the cast to say goodbye to guests as they exited the opera house. This gave guests a chance to get autographs, pictures, and words to say. You were of course, the first at the door for the order of namesake.

Soon, the hundreds of people came, and shook hands with everyone. You were signing many autographs for many people, and snapping many pictures for all. And you were very determined to make sure everyone who asked had one.

Soon, the end of the line came, and out came the man in question. The handsome, dark haired man with the eye patch and a handsome pair of dress blues. He made conversation with everyone, and you even noticed Klaus right beside him, talking.

They came up to you last, and the rest of the cast exited to get cleaned up. You smiled as they approached, and held out your hand.

"Evening, Miss Norma. You did fantastic. My name is Grigori Weaver, could I have yours please?" He asked kindly, taking your hand and giving it a small kiss.

You blushed as Grigori let your hand go, and turned to Klaus.

"This is the gentleman who sponsored the whole show!"

"Ah yes, Grigori. Nice too meet you. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Or as you know, Norma. On behalf on all my cast and producers, coaches, and myself, we thank you. This production would have been lost if it wasn't for you kind donation." You said.

He smiled at you, and only you. He couldn't get over how flawless and just how polite you were.

"Well, as proven tonight, Miss Y/L/N, it's my pleasure. I do hope you stick around for more performances these coming years, da?" He asked.

"Well of course! I plan on staying in the opera for many years while I attend school and look for my dream job." You said.

Grigori looked at his watched, and slipped his hat on. While he fixed the collar on his jacket, he fished inside his coat for something. He pulled out a brilliant, luscious red rose and handed to you. You gratefully accepted as a blushed creeped across you.

"I must be going now, my job starts soon. But, for you, Norma. Maybe possibly I could come see you perform again this coming week?" He asked.

"Of course you can, I'd love that." You said, with a smile.

"Off I go then. Have a wonderful evening, both of you!" He said as he exited the opera house.

You watched him walk to his very luxurious car, and he looked back. You waved and turned on your heel, walking back with Klaus.

"I think you just got the VIP to fall in love with you, nyet?" He asked.

"Klaus, do not be so foolish! He was simply being nice." You said, walking up the first flight of stairs.

"But, he did say he'd be returing for the other shows. If he does, then that will prove my point for sure!" Klaus said.

You came to your dressing room, and wished Klaus a good evening as you closed the door. You set the red rose in a vase on your vanity and began carefully taking out the pieces from your hair. You couldn't stop thinking about with Grigori had said.

And over the rest of the following days the opera showed, Grigori kept his promise. Soonz the vase was overflowing with roses. And after one performance, you found yourself at one of the nicest restaurants with Grigori.

That was one hell of a night at the opera.

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[peterrparrkerr]

Royal au - read on ao3

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Reign au!!

*-*

Peter was nervous. He hadn't seen prince Steve in years. Not since they were both children.

He hides the shaking of his hands at his back as he walks towards the castle he once spent his summers in.

It seems smaller and more daunting all at once. Before, he hadn't known about the arranged marriage.

Now he does.

And with an attempted assassination at his back, Peter's only slightly overwhelmed at the prospect of calling this place home.

There's a welcoming party for him. Servents and maids, stable hands and kitchen staff all standing on either side of the gravel pathway that leads to the castle doors.

Peter takes a deep, shaky breath as he sees the king and queen step out. The king looks much older. Deeper wrinkles along the sides of his mouth and eyes, the skin of his cheeks not as plump as before. They sag just enough to be noticeable. And his hair is graying at the temples, thinner than Peter remembered.

"Is that what I have to look forward to, when I am king?" Peter murmured quietly, nerves getting the best of him.

"Of course not," Mj spoke at his side. "King Joseph rules with an iron fist and decite. Not to mention he has lived past two quarters of his life."

"I should hope I live that long," Peter huffed, looking from the king, to the queen. "We should have postponed until after the wedding."

The queen -Sarah- was just as Peter remembered her to be. Short, fair skinned and blond, just like Steve.

"Nonsense," Ned said, giving Peter a small nudge. "The festivities will take your mind off of all that comes with being the future king."

Peter huffs again, but begins making his way towards the royal couple. Mj and Ned are both behind him, on either shoulder.

"Where is the prince?" Ned asked quietly.

"I'm not sure," Peter said, grasping his hands more tightly. It had been so long, he wondered if Steve would even recognize him.

"Is that him?" Mj asked. Peter glances from the king and queen to the left, behind the wall of servents.

Peter blinked, a quiet exhale forced from his parted lips.

"No," Peter shook his head, eyes never leaving the man that made his way towards the welcoming party, taking his spot in the crowd.

"No, that's Tony," Peter breathed. He couldn't believe how Tony had grown.

"The king's bastard?" Ned asked, aghast. "He lives in the castle?

He was no longer the gangly kid with dark hair. No, Tony had grown into his limbs. His dark hair was styled artfully, and he even had facial hair now.

Peter almost stumbled from staring.

"Oh."

Peter pulled his attention from Tony to where Mj was looking, and his eyes widened.

Steve was walking towards them. He had grown too, in ways other than his half brother.

His shoulders were broad, hair even more blond than Peter remembered, and he had grown so tall.

Peter couldn't help the giddy smile that pulled at his lips, and he nearly broke out into a run to reach Steve.

It took everything in him not to, and the two met in the middle.

"I can't believe it," Steve spoke first, looking Peter over. "You've grown."

Peter doesn't know why that makes his cheeks burn. He shakes it off though.

"So have you, your grace," he replies. "Obviously. You didn't look like this ten years ago."

He hears Mj snicker behind him and he inwardly curses. But Steve just smiles.

"You can just call me Steve," he hums.

"I'm Peter."

A smile pulls at Steve's lips. "I remember."

*-*

It takes Peter a couple days to really settle into the new routine and scenery. Mj and Ned usually keep him company in his chambers, though they've been put to work helping out around the castle when their services aren't needed.

Peter feels a little misplaced still. He's used to running through the hallways with Steve, laughing and playing and being with each other from the time they woke up to the time they went to bed.

But Steve is the future king, and he has responsibilities. They speak during meals, and sometimes Peter catches him during the day and they talk -reminiscing about their shared summers.

But for most of the day, Peter is alone. He can't help but feel a sad sort of melancholy for the months before. It just reminds Peter that he's no longer a child.

He's the future king as well, and there's been many attempts on his life since he was young and naive.

"What are you doing out here all alone, Prince?"

Peter jumps, dropping the rocks he had been picking up from around the lake.

He turns to see Tony, the reins of a black horse in his hand as he makes his way over.

Peter blushes, noting his current state of undress. His belt, shoes and stockings are all on the grass, leaving Peter in nothing but a tunic.

His feet are covered in mud, shins wet from walking into the water.

"I, uh," Peter started, brushing his hands off on his tunic, transferring the dirt onto the fabric.

"I was just exploring," he winces. Not something a future king should be doing.

Tony smirks, and Peter's heart skips a beat. He had grown into a fine man.

"I see some things don't change," he says. Peter steps away from the lake and into the grass.

"What does that mean?" Peter asked, bending down to collect his things.

Tony gives a small shrug.

"Only that I remember you used to bring in little rocks and frogs when you were younger," he said. "You always gave the prettiest stones to Steve, and the frogs to me."

"If I remember correctly, you liked frogs," Peter countered, unsure why he felt the need to get defensive.

"I did," Tony agreed. "It is good to know you haven't changed."

"You have," Peter can't help but respond. "You've grown into your legs."

That makes Tony huff a laugh. Peter blushes deep red, cursing at himself and his mouth.

"Will I see you at the wedding?" Peter asked when Tony turned to leave.

Tony smiles and gives a small nod. "It is my half sister's wedding," he said. "Of course I'll be there."

Peter can't help but smile at that, and Tony climbs onto his horse. "I would get back to the castle soon, it'll be getting dark soon."

*-*

The wedding is wonderful, and it does exactly what Ned said it would. Peter forgets all about his troubles as he dances.

At first, he dances with Mj and Ned, but Steve sweeps him off, practically pulling Peter off his feet.

Peter can't help but smile all night. He doesn't know the sister very well, seeing as she had a similar arrangement with her own betrothed. She was visiting her future husband's home in the summer months too.

As the night draws near its close, Mj grabs Peter's hand, a wide grin on her lips as she tugs Peter from the dance floor.

Ned is close behind, the three of them running down the dark halls.

Peter doesn't know where they're going, but he can't help but be relieved at the reprieve from the festivities.

The room Mj takes them to is small and cramped. Hidden behind a curtain. Peter has half the mind to ask Mj how she found it, but before he can, Mj pulls the small painting from the wall.

What lays behind it has Peter's eyes widening. Its the groom and bride, standing in a candle lit room with four other men.

There's a bed and a bath, and its easy for Peter to deduce whats happening.

"We're not allowed to see this," Peter whispered, turning to Mj. The girl rolled her eyes and nudged him.

"Dont you want to know what to expect on your own wedding night with Steve?" She asked.

Peter's already shaky resolve crumbles, and he turns his eyes back to the room, swallowing thickly.

"They have to watch?" Ned asks, on Peter's other side. Peter doesn't take his eyes off of the two newly married as they begin to pull at their clothes, soft and gentle.

Peter feels his cock fill at the sight of the man taking the princess -soon to be queen- to bed.

"They have to watch, to consumate their marriage," Mj whispered back, her eyes also transfixed.

Peter's aching in his tunic, and he can't help the flush to his cheeks, watching as the man pushes in gently, pushing out a breathy moan from the woman.

The three of them watch until the man cums, and Peter almost cums himself at the sight.

"Go, go, go," Mj whispered, quickly hanging the painting back up.

Peter does, rushing from their hiding place and taking to the stairs. He doesn't think he can make it back to his chambers. He may burst if he doesn't find a release.

He takes a right, then a left until he's so deep in the castle that the only people who might stumble upon him are the servents, and they're all busy with the festivities.

Peter gasps desperately as he leans into the wall, lifting his tunic up and pulling at the drawstring of his pants.

He closes his eyes and bites his lips as he finally gets his hand around his throbbing cock. It feels so good, Peter's knees nearly buckle.

He's so close to cumming in his pants, so focused on getting himself there, that he doesn't realize someone's walked in on him until a hand joins his own.

Peter's eyes snap open and he removes his hand, gasping as his eyes settle on Tony.

The man is close, his breath smelling like wine, dark eyes glinting and smirk tugging at his lips.

His hand squeezes around Peter's cock and he can't help but mewl, eyes rolling up into his head and hips pressing closer.

"Tony," Peter whimpered, rolling his hips. He can't help it. He's stupid on the need to orgasm, after watching the groom and bride, thinking about himself and Steve in that same position.

Its too much for Peter to handle.

"Shh," Tony murmurs, stroking Peter as he leans forward. "I'll take care of you, Prince."

Peter kisses Tony when the man's lips land on his. Hes worried he'll crumble to the ground if the wall weren't there for him to lean on.

Tony's facial hair scratches at Peter's mouth, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

Tony moves in closer, practically supporting Peter's weight as he snakes his free arm around Peter's waist.

Peter tries to warn him, but all he manages to get out is a desperate keening noise that Tony eats up.

Peter cums hard into his pants and Tony's hand, which slicks up his movements further, drawing more pleasure.

"There you go, Prince," Tony praised against his mouth before moving to his jaw, still stroking Peter through his orgasm. "Thats it."

Peter doesn't know what came over him. He leans back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Trying to collect his thoughts.

Tony removes his hand, now covered in cum, and smirks down at Peter.

Peter can't help but whimper at him, unsure of what exactly he should be feeling.

Tony grabs Peter gently by the chin, tilting his head up ever so slightly to plant the softest of kisses to Peter's kiss bruised lips.

"Good night, Prince."

[stories-for-sell]

AnNOIed Kitty (Part 1 of idfk how many cause of all the ideas I have)

@dinonuggies980

Noi was stretched out on the couch, long tail swishing back and forth as he napped, the sun shining on his back through the window. Around him, the apartment bustled and teemed with life as his fellow daemos went about their normal days, and his girlfriend, princess Ava, was cooking breakfast for everyone.

They had all gotten used to Noi having cat ears and a tail, and a kitty personality that could rival Johnny, who was currently curled up on the floor next to the couch, enjoying a cat nap with Noi. It had been a couple weeks since the magicks accident that led to Noi getting turned into a feline friend, and the adjustment to how new instinctual behaviour was going rather well now.

Ava had taught him not to knock anything breakable off surfaces just because he wants attention, not to scratch up her furniture, to keep his nails clipped low, and not to disrupt them over simple things. And most importantly, not to throw hissy fits just because he wants attention or something and no one will give it to him. All of these things he had begun to do within the first week of becoming a neko? Meif’wa? Ava didn’t know the proper scientific term for what Noi was, but it didn’t really matter, cause in the end he was still her boyfriend.

The day was going by rather slowly, and it appeared to be just one of their relaxing days. Asch was being taught by Rhys how to play cards, and attempting not to burn his card hand when he got frustrated (They’ve already gone through two decks, glad Ava had back-up); Leif was sitting on the couch with Noi, who was curled in a ball at one end, while Leif sat on the other end; and finally, Ava and Pierce were in the middle of a game of chess, which Pierce was winning.

They all chatted back and forth except for Noi, who appeared to be sleeping; as they spoke, everyone’s, especially Asch’s, voices began to rise in volume, forgetting to keep quiet and let the kitty sleep. As Rhys laid his hand down, winning once more, Asch reached his limit, throwing his hands out and sending cards flying, letting out a loud and frustrated scream.

Noi’s head shot up, looking around and feeling panic set in. Who was yelling and why? He began to fiddle with his shirt, standing up quickly, tears springing to his eyes. Why was he about to cry? What is wrong with him? Everything is so loud, it hurts, He needed to get away before he broke down. Scrambling off the couch as discreetly as he could, Noi rushed towards the wall where the entrance to their rooms were, ears down and tail tucked. He itched to throw something, scream back, cry, hit, hide. His brain was trying to process all these things at once and was overloading itself. If he could just get to his room, where it was quiet, he would be ok. Get to his safe place, away from the noise.

Ava noticed this and lifted her fingers to her lips, whistling for their attention. “Guys! Calm down and lower your voices, I think we overwhelmed Noi..”

“Noi always hates random, loud noises. He’s a crybaby, and can’t handle things.” Leif said coldly, receiving a squirt of water from a spray bottle.

“Well, Leif, he’s also still adjusting to being part cat, and one things cats have is enhanced hearing, meaning everything is louder to him than to normal ears like ours. Asch screaming probably made his fight or flight reflexes kick in. We have to remember that Noi has sensory issues, and doesn’t do well with things like this. Now I’m gonna go check on him, you boys stay here and clean up Asch’s mess.”

She found him, curled into a tight little ball on his bed, surrounded by many pillows and covered by his blanket. Knowing that he doesn’t like his girlfriend seeing him like this, she did not remove the blanket, instead opting to lay on the bed next to the hidden daemon and wrap her arms around him, letting him know she was there for him.

After a bit, his head emerged, turning to the side to look at Ava, who had fallen asleep waiting on him to calm down a bit. Her hair fell over her face and he lifted a gentle hand to it, brushing the stray strands away; pulling the blanket up, he draped it over her as well, so they could both be comfortable. Noi wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling the girl against his chest and sighing. He hated being so weak, hated feeling like he couldn’t even protect Ava if something happened to her. Oh Irene, what if something happened to her and he couldn’t do anything to save her. The thought of that made tears well up in his eyes, and he hugged the sleeping girl tighter, tail wrapping around her waist and ears lifting up, listening and waiting, ready to attack if something that posed as a threat to Ava showed itself. 

And yet, the warmth radiating from her, and the calming smell of her shampoo in his overly-enhanced nose enveloped him in a gentle embrace, whispering in his tall ears to just relax and rest, enjoy the peaceful moment with this girl. So he accepted, feeling himself drift into a nightmare-free rest, in the arms of his beloved girlfriend, a low rumbling purr vibrating in his chest as they slept together.

Rhys quietly opened Noi’s door a crack, peeking in and spotting the sleeping couple. Deciding to let them sleep, in fear of angering Ava for waking them, he shuts it just as quietly as he had opened it and turned, heading back to the living room. News of them finishing up the mess could wait, no matter what Prince Asch would say. Noi honestly deserved a peaceful moment, after everything he’s been through. 

It honestly still felt like just yesterday that the attack had happened, and Noi had been transformed into a cat, and since then everyone had been on guard and snappish, which didn’t help their feline friend. Still, Something about the attack rubbed Ryhs the wrong way, there was just something about her that was off.. That was inhuman..

(Part 1)

[wundrbagel]

HOT BAGEL TAKE FAM

I remember a while ago seeing a post about how if Sonic and Pippi Longstocking met that it would lead to some cool adventures. And the more I thought about how those two having adventures together the more I realized how similar in character both Pippi and Sonic are!

I figured since I don't have much to do today and I love talking about my favourite franchises why not I dive deep into why these two are similar! I'm mostly going to stick to games when it comes to Sonic. As for Pippi I will stick to the books and the Swedish movies (As those are the most closest to the books since the scrip was made by the author). I don't do stuff like this often so if there are things that could've been explained better I'm sorry. :(

1. Their dislike for Injustice

If it isn't obvious, in just about every Sonic game, Sonic fights off Dr. Eggman and many other kinds of villains because they want to conquer the world in one way or another. This means the world Sonic enjoys to run around and adventure in is in danger along with it's people and animals. Sonic is not one to stand down and will take on these evil forces no matter what.

Even though Pippi hasn't done large scale things like Saving the world like Sonic does, she still isn't one for letting anyone abuse others or animals. When a man is upset with his horse and decides to beat it with a whip constantly, Pippi steps in and tossed the man around a few times before threatening to destroy his outfit if he ever beat his horse again. Another instance being when Pippi noticed a boy named, Willy being picked on by some bullies. She tossed the lead bully into a tree which scared off the rest of the bullies. Then Pippi warned them if they ever picked on Willy they would have to go through her.

2. They Follow Their Own Rules

I would have to say Sonic and The Black Knight is one of my favorite examples as to Sonic showing that he lives by his own rules and even if others may see it being wrong, like the round table knights who follow their evil king, Sonic doesn't care. He doesn't even care if he's not considered a hero for slaying King Arthur. If he himself personally thinks something just isn't right then he's going to fix his way. That being taking out the round table knights, defeating the underworld knights, freeing the (ugly) townspeople, and eventually defeating Merlina. Speaking of Merlina. When Merlina is getting the upper hand with the fight and Gawain tells Sonic to run away because it's noy about Chivalry anymore, Sonic tells Gawain it never had anything to do with Chivalry. He just had to do what he had to do. This meaning Sonic wasn't going in this whole adventure because he HAD to but he went on this adventure because it's the right thing to do in his mind.

He even has a moment with Gawain about how "Isn't there more to a knight than serving a king?". Sonic doesn't like being held down by any master. He runs as freely as the wind that blows. Giving him the title, Knight of the Wind.

Pippi has always been see as rowdy to many adults and that she needs to be put in a orphanage. But Pippi has lived her life as a pirate that does as she pleases. While she may seem weird, wear large shoes, has patchy clothing, and keeps a horse on her porch. She would never change who she is. She likes to live her life her way and will not let others like Ms. Priscilla, who wants her in a orphanage, to ruin that. Even when she's told that she can't live alone in Villa Villa Kula by herself, she'll still do it anyways because to be in a orphanage will mean she'd lose her right to do as she wants, adventuring and having fun. And also keeping her monkey and horse. The many times the police has tried to capture her in both the books and movies, they are often twarted by Pippi's whit and super human abilities.

Fun is something Pippi enjoys the most above all. She loves to bring her friends, Tommy and Annika on various silly games like flying an air balloon and even running away from home. Often times Tommy and Annika do not believe Pippi can do such things but Pippi believes she'll always come out on top and to never give up even when others don't think it's possible. And if she couldn't do it the first time then surely she needs to practice.

Just like Sonic, Pippi cannot stand if authority gets their own way. While Pippi did not fight a underworld knights, she did take on a town of pirates. They abused a child named, Marco for dropping their drinks he needed to serve to them. Pippi stepped in and tossed two pirates out the window and hung the tavern owner on a wall to watch. Eventually at the end, Pippi gave Marco some gold coins so he can run away.

3. Doesn't like to show sadness in front of their friends

At the ending of SA2 after Shadow sacrificed his life to protect the planet Maria loved, Sonic and Friends are now in the ARK full of emotions. After Sonic has given Shadow's ring to Rouge, he goes to another spot in the room to think about Shadow. That is until Amy goes to check on him and see if he's alright. Sonic then shrugs it off yo show he's happy yo go back home to the planet that is as cool and blue as he is. Sonic is then the last to leave the room and with that he gives one last goodbye to Shadow.

While Pippi was out playing with Tommy, Annika, and their class, she found a dead baby bird. She wished if she had the power to she would bring it back to life. Pippi began to cry until Tommy and Annika pointed it out. That's when Pippi insisted that she wasn't crying and that her face wasn't red. She even tried to change the topic by bringing up another tall tale of her's. Pippi then tried to play it cool that she wouldn't cry for a "little scrap of a bird". Once she heard that the rest of the class was looking for her to continue the game, she quickly placed the bird on soft bed of moss before continuing her game.

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I just wanted to bring up that in Pippi on the Run, she jumped out of a speeding car to grab the sleeping bag that fell out, ran back to the car, and hopped right in. I'm not saying she's as fast as Sonic but I would love to see those two have a run or something. I'm just saying!

Anyway, now there are probably more similarities but these are the ones I could think up the most easily. And obviously Sonic and Pippi aren't one to one similar as Pippi is definitely more child-like than Sonic is. Anywho I hope both Sonic and Pippi lovers enjoyed this as much as I did. And if you have more to add that would be great too!

[heathsbitch]

Treat You Better ➳ PEAKY BLINDERS

xii. THE REUNION

          The sound of their breathing was the only sound in the room. Everything was silent. Everything was still. Ivy's body moved slightly, her eyes were still shut. She could feel the presence of another body next to her. Memories from the night before came flooding back along with a dull ache that shot down her legs. Slowly, Ivy opened her eyes. They immediately met with Mickey's jawline. It was sharp and prominent. Veins were ever so slightly protruding from his neck and small breaths left his nose. His eyes were shut, he was still asleep.

Light flooded in from the window and illuminated the rest of Michael's face. Miniature patterns of shadows danced across his face and his lips were partially open. The shadows continued down his chest and along his abs. The blankets covered the rest of him. Ivy's legs were wrapped around his and her arm was strewn across Mickey's torso. She realised that she was beginning to stare at him but, it didn't really matter. He was asleep anyway and he wouldn't know. That's what Ivy thought anyway. "You know, it's rude to stare." Michael said, his voice hoarse from the sleep. "Sorry." Ivy immediately apologised. He laughed at her timidness. "You don't have to apologise. I've just woken up," Relief flooded her. "What time is it?" He croaked. Her gaze glanced over to the small clock that rested on her bedside table, it read half past six in the morning. "Half six." Ivy informed the man. "I should move into my own room now. I don't want mum to get suspicious." She nodded at his words. "Do you know what she did to get you out?" He got out of the girl's plush bed, still stark naked. "She'll tell you in her own time. Goodbye, Ivy." With that comment, he left. The coldness of the room now surrounding her naked form. Michael didn't bother to put any clothes on before he left so she just stared at his naked ass as he walked out of her room.

Her eyes closed as Ivy drifted back off into another sleep. The night terrors that usually visited her during the night had not appeared for almost two weeks. She thought it was because she could finally relax. The Solomons didn't have to worry about her father bursting into her room to shout at her or wake her up at a ridiculous hour. She was finally at peace.

A cold hand pressed into her shoulders. "Ivy," Someone whispered. "Ivy." They repeated. She groaned, being pulled from her sleep. Ivy's ice eyes opened to meet with another pair of equally bright eyes. Tommo. She immediately pulled her covers up to her chin to cover any exposed skin. "Tommo, why are you here?" He took a seat on the edge of the girl's bed. "Polly is keeping Michael away from me and she wanted to do the same to you but I persuaded her to let me borrow you for a while."

"That doesn't answer my question, Tom." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I'm going to visit your mother and I thought that you would like to pay her and your brother a little visit." He seemed tense when he mentioned Ivy's mother but she thought nothing more of it. Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of her family. It seemed, though, that the only time Tommy wanted to speak with the girl was because he was visiting her family members. Ivy nodded to his proposition, how could she say no to seeing her brother for the first time in three years? "Get dressed and meet me in the car in ten minutes," He patted her shoulder and stood up. "Ivy?" He began before he left her room. "Yes, Thomas?"

"Why are you naked?" She sighed deeply at his question, nerves flowing through her. "It's uh none of your business." Tom's eyebrow lifted up as he glanced at Michael's clothes that he had left on the floor and the marks dotted along the Solomons' neck. Tommo left the room without another word. Ivy peeled herself from her bed, letting out a grunt in the process. The apex of her thighs burned from the night before. She searched for her underwear that was thrown all over the floor and chucked them on. Getting dressed as quickly as possible, Ivy met Tommo downstairs. Nobody was in the house, she wondered where Polly and Michael had gone to. Maybe they were helping with Arthur’s situation?

"Who stayed with you last night?" Tommo asked bluntly as they got closer to May's house. Ivy's breath became heavy and her heart pounded against her chest. "N-no one, Tommo." He chuckled deeply. "Ivy, that wasn't your suit on the floor of your bedroom, was it?" She stayed silent. "Who's was it? Finn's?"

"Why does everybody think that I'm with Finn?" She asked with deep curiosity, avoiding Thomas's question. "Now you're not answering my question." He kept his eyes on the road as he interrogated the girl. "It's not important, Tommo. Seriously." Tom decided not to ask anymore questions about her late night visitor and the rest of the journey to the house was silent.

Greenery stretched for miles. The ground was flat but bursting with plant-life of all kinds. But the house, the house was huge. It was made out of red bricks that glistened in the rare, English sun. It beamed happiness and peace. Stables and a small race-track sat behind the house. This was definitely May's place. "Are you nervous?" Thomas asked Ivy as they pulled into the driveway. "Kind of. I haven't seen my brother in almost three years." The pair got out of the car and Tom gave Ivy's shoulder a quick squeeze before heading off down the path. They reached a set of large wooden doors. Tommo lifted his hand up and rapped his knuckles against the door.

A small, pale maid answered the door. "Miss Carlton. You have visitors." She called out to her mistress. "Ivy, what brings you here?" Ivy's gorgeous mother asked as she glided down the stairs of her house. "I was coming to check up on the horse and thought it would be a good idea to bring her along." Tom answered her question for her. Ivy smiled widely at her mother, happy to see her again. She still held a grudge against May for leaving her for all of those years, but she could understand, from her mother's point-of-view, why she did it. May walked up to her daughter and engulfed her in a warm hug. She smelt amazing, a wonderful mix of peppermint and roses. Ivy made sure to wear a fairly high-necked shirt that day, to cover up any marks that Mickey had made last night. "Come in." May finally said when she pulled away from the embrace.

"Tommy, can you wait in here for now? I think Ivy deserves to see her brother." Thomas nodded and took a seat on a small sofa. Ivy's mother led her into a large room with a bar and golden decorations. "Joseph, darling! Can you come in here for a minute?" She called out to the girl's brother. Sweat formed on Ivy palms, anxiousness pumped through her veins. May stood in front of her daughter but she could see over her shoulder. From the door, Ivy saw a tall boy, that was no older than fourteen, with striking blue eyes. That was him, that was her brother. A tear slipped out of her eye as she saw him properly for the first time in what felt like forever. "Joe." Ivy whimpered. His head immediately snapped up from hearing his sister's voice. "Ivy?" He asked, his voice breaking. Tears slipped from his cerulean eyes, as they did from hers. Ivy sprinted over to her brother and swung her arms around him. Sobs were coming from both of them, hard and fast. "I've missed you so fucking much." He muttered in her ear. "Language." Ivy pretended to tell him off. He laughed, tears still falling from his eyes.

They pulled away from the hug and Ivy gripped her brother's face. "You've grown so much." She choked out. "Well, we haven't seen each other in ages," Ivy laughed at his words. The pair went back into another hug, the grip Joe held on his sister was so tight that she almost struggled to breath. She was glad to be back with him, as was he. "Ivy?" He began. "Yes, Joe?"

"Don't leave. I don't want you to go." She looked back at her mother who had tears in her eyes as well, she gave her a small nod. "I'm not going anywhere." Ivy shook her head and he took a deep breath, pulling his sister back into the tight hug. They stood there for a couple of minutes whilst their mum watched on. The Shelbys had completely flown out of the window and Ivy only wanted to stay there, she didn't want to go back to Birmingham.

"I'll give you two some time to catch up so I can talk to Thomas about the horse." May announced. They pulled out of the hug for the final time to watch her leave the room and go into the arms of Tommo. "Is Thomas the man with the dark hair?" Joe asked Ivy as they took a seat by the window. The window looked out onto the stables. The girl could see multiple horses lined up there, light and dark, small and big. "Yeah." Ivy simply replied to Joe. "He stayed around the other night. I heard some weird nois-"

"Joe, shush." She laughed, cutting him off. He was definitely too innocent to be knowing about that side of life right now. Her hand raised up to her neck and the marks that rested there from last night. She smirked thinking of the dull ache that rested in her legs, also as a result from last night. "Are you staying with him?" Joseph asked his sister. "Yeah. Well, I'm staying with his Aunt and cousin," He gave her a strange look. "It's a long story." He nodded, "Maybe you can tell me later." He said. "Yeah, I'd like that. I guess."

The next couple of minutes were filled with silence as they looked out onto the grand stables of the house. "Why aren't you with Dad?" Ivy's entire body tensed up at the question her brother had just asked. He never knew what he was like; he didn't know the pain that she went through. He knew that his parents used to argue all of the time, but he never knew why. Ivy's mind debated with itself, 'Should I tell him the truth, or only parts?'

"We uh fell out," Ivy decided to tell him the key ideas, not any details. He was still quite young. She would tell him when he got older. He didn’t need to grow up as fast as she did, and she wouldn’t force that upon him. "He got really mad so I ran away. That's basically it," He stayed quiet whilst she told him. Joe moved his hand and placed it on Ivy's, giving it a light squeeze. "So, Joe. Do you have a girlfriend yet?" Ivy decided to change the topic to a much lighter one. His entire face flushed into a bright crimson. "N-no." He stuttered. "I find that hard to believe." The girl ruffled the small curls that rested atop his head. He giggled and pushed her hand away from him. "What about you, Ivy?" He returned the favour by ruffling his sister’s hair with his hand.

"Do I have a girlfriend? I'm afraid not, Joseph." He rolled his eyes at her little joke. "You know what I meant." Annoyance and humour ran through his voice. "Do I, though?" Ivy scrunched up her nose and he mocked her. They went back and forth, pulling stupid faces at each other. Ivy had missed this, a lot. Out of the corner of her eye, the girl noticed her mother and Tommo talking. They stood outside next to a water trough. She stopped messing around with her brother to look at the pair. Just as the boy turned to look in the same direction as his sister, May stood on her tip-toes to press her lips to Tommo's. "No!" Ivy shouted and grabbed Joe's head, turning him away from the scene going on outside. "I'm fourteen, Ivy. You don't think I've never seen people kiss before?" Ivy shrugged her shoulders. "Fair point." She was laughing at something Joseph had said when Thomas burst into the room. "Ivy, time to go." He walked up to the Solomons and roughly grabbed her arm. "What? But I want to stay."

"No, we're leaving. Now." He demanded and dragged Ivy out of the room. She thrashed, trying to get out of his grasp. She didn't want to leave, she wanted to stay there. With her real family.

Joe rushed over to his sister but he couldn't do anything to help her. May came into the room. "Thomas, leave her here. She doesn't want to go back with you." Tommy ignored her and pulled Ivy down the steps of the grand house. Tom pushed the girl into the car. Her gaze was cast to the front door of the house. Ivy saw Joe rush after the car, chasing it down the path. She looked at Thomas. "Take me back," She shouted. He ignored her. "Thomas, take me back to my fucking family!" Thomas slammed his foot on the pedal, the car now going full speed down the road. Ivy gave up fighting, he wasn't listening to her. It was of no use. After being reunited with her family again for barely even ten minutes, Thomas drags her away from them. Why? She wanted to know why he thought he had the right to do that.

But Ivy remained silent.

She wanted her family back, she wanted her father back, she wanted her mother back, she wanted her brother back. she wanted to go back home. Her real home.

xiii. MR SOLOMONS

MASTERLIST

[franklyshipping]

The Battle For The Booty ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

THIS IS A PROMPT FROM HOOT ANON WHICH I AM EXCITED TO HECKIN WRIIIITE BITCHES LET'S HECKIN DO THIIIIS!!!

TAGGING: @il-lee-nois

Magnum had his eyes narrowed down at Illinois, and Illinois had his arms folded resolutely as he looked up at the Captain. Between them was a treasure chest filled to the brim with jewels that they had just acquired, and they had managed to split everything between them perfectly since it was a joint venture. Except for one giant sapphire. They were quarrelling over who should keep it….but their argument may not be quite what you expect. You see, Illinois thought Magnum should have it, whilst Magnum thought Illinois should have it.

‘Come now Captain, it was your vessel that carried us to the island, really it should be you who has this treasure!’

‘But it was ye who deciphered the maps and guided us safely through the traps so we could acquire the treasure! I insist ye take it!’

Illinois huffed a breath out through his nose and folded his arms, looking up at the 8 foot tall Captain with a miniscule glare in place. Damn he was always so stubborn!

‘I refuse to take it, and there is nothing you can say or do that can change my mind!’

Magnum let out a huffed growl under his breath, damn the stubbornness of explorers! He and Illinois had returned from their latest adventure, and had moored Magnum’s ship for a long stay so they had time to relax together at the quarters below decks. Magnum rubbed his forehead as he leant against one of the wooden support pillars, looking down at Illinois in a withering manner.

‘Why are ye like this…’

‘Because the kind generosity embedded in my heart knows no bounds, Captain.’

Illinois sent Magnum a grin as his eyes twinkled, making the Captain groan….before letting out a growl. The Captain was going to make Illinois take the damn jewel if it was the last thing he did, Illinois’ smugness was only spurring him on….and the Captain had just had the most wonderful idea regarding how to persuade Illinois over to his way of thinking. The Captain locked eyes with Illinois, before striding over, grabbing him by his jacket, and pinning him against another wooden pillar, making the explorer squeak in wide-eyed surprise as his hat toppled off his head.

‘M-Magnum what the he-?’

‘Last chance Illinois. Will ye accept the jewel, or won’t ye?’

Illinois gulped a tad as he looked up at his towering companion, who he couldn’t deny had his rather intimidating moments. However, despite being pinned by someone nearly twice his height, Illinois’ stubbornness didn’t waver. He collected himself, and grinned as he shook his head.

‘Never my friend, never.’

Magnum sighed.

'Well, if ye won’t agree with me willingly….I guess I’ll just have to force ye.’

Before Illinois could ask what the heck Magnum meant by “force”, Magnum used one hand to pin Illinois’ wrists above his head against the pillar, whilst the other dug into his belly. Magnum’s rough fingers scratched ruthlessly, making Illinois’ eyes nearly bug out of his sockets as he spluttered and descended into embarrassed cackles.

‘A-AHA! WHAHAT THE HEHECK?! STAHAHAPPIT OHO MY GAHAD STAHAHAP!’

Magnum snickered, relishing in his friend’s laughter as he continued tickling his taut tummy.

‘Will ye accept the jewel now?’

Magnum raised an eyebrow down at Illinois as the man writhed, tugging at his wrists in vain as his desperate laughter spilled from him. Illinois was still in shock, and EXTREMELY embarrassed. Illinois found his ticklishness to be the most embarrassing thing on the planet, but the fact that his friend was using it against him was even worse, especially with the stubborn disposition Magnum had; Illinois knew this was going to be difficult to persist through, but he was going to bloody try.

‘NOHOHOHO! FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!’

Magnum let out a light scoff, digging into one of Illinois’ sides to make him howl as the Captain growled.

‘Here I am tryna offer ye a gift and ye decide to be rude? I’m gonna make ye regret that!’

Illinois tried to jerk to the side to escape Magnum’s evil digits, but the Captain decided to use a little of his weight to pin Illinois’ body against the pillar properly. Illinois really had no escape. The explorer was cackling as he shook his head, trying to look at Magnum imploringly as he exclaimed.

‘MAHAHAGNUHUM C’MAHAHAHAN! THIHIHIS IHIS UHUNECESSAHARY!!’

Magnum merely kept on tickling the explorer’s side as he replied indignantly.

‘Yer stubbornness made this necessary! If ye’d just accept it then ye wouldn’t need to go through this!’

Illinois was cackling his head off at this point, and tried to send the Captain a pleading, meaningful gaze as his body trembled from the onslaught on his poor nervous system. It was torture, but Illinois was not going down without a fight, he wanted Magnum to have the treasure he deserved darnit!

‘BUHUHUT YOHOHOU DEHESEHERVE THE JEHEHEWEL!!’

‘NAY! It is ye who deserves it for Poseidon’s sake!’

Magnum retorted with a cry, before letting out a frustrated growl….and then he really went to town. Magnum released Illinois’ hands so he had both of his own hands free, and trapped Illinois at his chest whilst scribbling deep into the dips of the explorer’s sides. The explorer’s knees nearly buckled as his eyes widened, and he let out quite the howl of mirth as he struggled with all his might.

‘YOHOHOU’RE AHA KRAHAKEN’S AHAHASS!!’

Magnum gasped with a shocked cough at the insult, and was just about to give Illinois’ ribcage a hearty, ticklish squeeze….when suddenly, there were determined fingers wriggling in the Captain’s armpits. Illinois was fighting back with ten wriggling fingers, and boy had they found a ticklish jackpot on Captain Magnum.

‘AHA! HEHEHEY YAHA RAHASCAL GEHET OHOUTTA THEHERE!!’

Magnum recoiled with a bellow, and Illinois gasped and grinned as the Captain’s booming cackles filled the room. Illinois got to work, tripping up the Captain so he could straddle him on the floor whilst he tickle tortured his hollows into absolute oblivion. Illinois had the upper hand now, literally, and he smirked down at his companion with a chuckle-filled purr.

‘Ohohoho I think not! Now my dear Captain, who is it that should have the jewel?’

Magnum arched his back as he continued to laugh loudly and wildly, but his stubbornness was even wilder.

‘YEHEHE MUHUST HAHAVE IHIHIT! EHEVEN THOHOUGH YE BEHE A BAHASTAHARD!!’

Illinois snorted and rolled his eyes as the Captain’s insult, and decided to really dig and vibrate his thumbs as deep into Magnum’s armpits as he could. The Captain squealed, kicking out and writhing at the new intensity as Illinois’ taunting voice filled his ears. What a bastard.

‘I’m afraid that’s the wrong answer my ticklish little captain….’

Magnum felt a blush creep up beneath his beard as he averted his gaze from the explorer, damn his teasiness. Magnum’s face was screwed up with embarrassment as he cried out desperately.

‘IHIHI WIHILL NEHEVER COHONCEHEDE TO YEHE!!’

After he let out his cry, Magnum decided to take action to prove his words, and thus surged up as much as strength as he could muster so he could try and shove Illinois off of him….and it worked. The explorer yelped as he was knocked off balance and fell off the Captain. There was a second when they locked eyes, and then it was war; a true tickle fight at its finest. They grappled at one another, letting out grunts and yelps and yips as they tried to avoid being trapped or overcome by the other.

‘Yes you bloody wil-AH-LEHET GO OF MY FOHOHOHOOT!!’

Illinois thought he’d been doing well, until the Captain latched onto one of his ankles, yanked off his boot and sock, and went to town on the ticklish foot with rapid scratching. The Captain chuckled smugly as he watched his friend squeal and hit the floor, finding him incredibly adorable as he teased.

‘What were ye sayin’ there Illinois? I couldn’t quite hear over all yer laughi-AHHHH NAHAT MY KNEHEES FAHAHCK FACK!!’

However, despite the evil foot tickling, Illinois was not powerless. He focused himself just enough so he could hug Magnum’s legs tight….and dig into the hidden kneecaps of the Captain as he yelled out amidst his own wild mirth.

‘FOHOHOR FUHUCK’S SAHAKE JUHUST LEHET ME WIHIN!!’

Oh what a scene this was. Two grown men clinging to one another and writhing on the floor, encased with mirth and tears in their eyes and absolute joyous silliness in their hearts, honestly I don’t think there’s anything more precious. Illinois dug into Magnum’s knee pits as the Captain scratched hard beneath his toes, the latter crying out with a mighty bellow.

‘NEHEHEVEHER!!!’

They went on like this at one another for several more minutes, each one bellowing or letting out cries louder and more determined than the last….but everyone reaches a point where even determination and adrenaline has to wear off, and for Illinois and Magnum this pretty much hit them both at the same time. Exhaustion hit them both, making them pant and gasp and go limp against each other, and for a few minutes the only sound was that of their breathing and residual giggling. They were both smiling too. Magnum let out a hum when he felt Illinois snuggle against his legs, and he absently massaged the explorer’s ankle. Then, Illinois let out a soft mumble.

‘We could uhm….like….put it on display in the mansion….like a trophy for everyone to see….’

Illinois’ voice was bordering on hoarseness as he spoke, and Magnum blinked. They were both in a sort of joint mentality of delirious realisation, and the Captain smiled with a soft laugh as he replied.

‘Y’know that’s a really good idea….why didn’t we think of that in the first place?’

Illinois grinned then, and grunted as he slowly sat up, before looking down at Magnum with twinkling, amused eyes.

‘Because we’re both stubborn bastards.’

Magnum snorted and let out a booming laugh, before grabbing Illinois by the arm and pulling him into his chest. After an initial yelp and thwack from Illinois, the explorer conceded to nestling into Magnum’s chest as the Captain remarked lazily.

‘That we are me friend, that we are.’

They both chuckled breathily and tiredly as they nestled and snuggled close, like it was instinct. Those are the best sort of cuddles, when you’re so close with someone that the only reasonable thing left to do is to be as close to them as you possibly can; it’s beautiful.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

[ihatebnha]

oh man picking a favourite dorohedoro character is easier said than done, i truly love them all and love how each character has been developed and given a story of their own

that being said, i am a simple woman, i see a tall buff woman and instantly fall in love, so maybe it’s noi? i love caiman too, he’s the ultimate himbo! and nikaido too is just too cool for words! fujita and ebisu are lovely too and i just love their dynamic. i am so glad you called en a dilf because YES HE IS! and i’m tired of pretending he’s not!!! i love how he dotes on kikurage :’)) and shin, wow, i love him too, i love that how even though he’s a big, strong man he still has to wear those tiny little silver glasses, that’s such a good detail

(sorry i took so long to respond, hope your day is going well x) <3 anon

no, right!!!! it’s literally impossible to chose for that exact reason... everyone is just so well developed and has their own features to fall in love with... 

JKSDFSL 100% FACTS abt falling in love with a tall buff woman... you dont understand how hard i relate and how much i love noi and nikaido... i’lll say it again: Q HAYASHIDA INVENTED BOTH FEMINISM and BEING GOOD AT CHARACTER DESIGN. 

AHAHAHAH THO idk why ppl are so afraid of calling en hot... he is literally so funny and cute that it kinda makes me laugh. literally whenever i bring up it too, ppl always seemed relieved to talk about it, BUT UR SO RIGHT FUCK!! ultimate sugar daddy vibes and goals. 

ur also right abt SHIN tho too... like big ass beefy man who’s such a fucking SIMP for noi... blushes whenever she does anything... would literally DIE for her. it really does makes me cri evrytim....

our brains.... in sync. 

also, my day is going okay!! im waiting for wingstop lmfao smh *cries*... same thing to you!!!❤️

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

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Hi there!! how are you doing? I hope both of you are doing absolutely fine!! ^^

can i please get a match up; nanatsu no taizai/The Seven deadly sins and Naruto universe? thank youuu. 💛❤️💗🖤

im 5'6 and i LIKE to think im tall , because seriously im taller than most ;;. my myers briggs personality is INTP-T and im curvy to an extent. i have short dark brown hair that it appears black , and somehow has different shades of brown depending on where the sunlight hits , i also have dark dark brown eyes. 👀

im a cat person, and an introvert , i also dislike being outdoors .. im a calm person and is easily annoyed but i try to be patient nevertheless.

and when i get angry, get ready because a storm is coming , and (unfortunately or not) i own a pervert mind. not something to be proud of but it is how it is.

can i please get a match up; nanatsu no taizai/The Seven deadly sins and Naruto universe? thank youuu. 💛❤️💗🖤

im 5'6, she/them, and i LIKE to think im tall , because seriously im taller than most ;;. my myers briggs personality is INTP-T and im curvy to an extent. i have short dark brown hair that it appears black , and somehow has different shades of brown depending on where the sunlight hits , i also have dark dark brown eyes.

.. Im calm person and is easily annoyed but i try to be patient nevertheless and when it doesn’t work i get angry , im a somewhat selfish person by general standards , and it’s difficult for me to understand my feelings or emotions and just feelings in general though i try to empathize with others because people appear to need mental support rather than sense and trying to solve stuff. i guess i am impulsive but only when im feeling negative emotions , i get bored of things if they don’t interest me or aren’t living up to my expectations, which are quite high tbh. i try to tone it down , and sometimes i like to get into arguments not fights because i have never been in one. i can sentimental or blunt but mostly blunt.

what i like for in a partner is someone with a close mindset to mine, as i feel like that person might understand me and it doesn’t take me long to get comfortable around anyone but i can awkward , i have tendency to overthink.

so yeah , i hope it’s noy that much of trouble! have a nice day night or afternoon!! :))) ❤️🖤

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Hello and thank you for submitting with us, and I hope you see it, since I couldn’t tag you! But we are doing great, and I hope you are too! And I sincerely hope you enjoy the boys we pared you up with! I am so sorry this took so long!

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𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽...

I choose you to be with the calm and quiet Neji as your boyfriend! For appearances, Neji will like the simple look that you have, with your dark brown, almost black hair, but he will also like the fact that it can change color depending on how the light hits it! And it���s the same with your eyes! He will love to see them go from dark brown to a light chocolate color! It will mesmerize him! And along with your body, he will find it very soft and supple, and will want to have you close to him at all times, so that no other guys will be able to touch you like he can!

Neji will like the fact that you are a calm person, someone that can discern the situation and is able to help them in a logical way, but can also empathize with them to a point. It is something that Neji is still trying to understand, and that’s why he likes it so much! Neji will also feel that you are a quite mature person, that wants tot help people and their problems but can also make sure when to stop when it becomes too much, and he will definitely like that part of you! If you are feeling any negative emotions, and would start becoming more selfish than is necessary, Neji will tell you what you are doing and then proceed to help you, so that you don’t go down the wrong path! It’s very nice of him to do so! He will also love the fact that you are blunt, because he will appreciate the honesty you would give him!

All in all, I see Neji as someone you can really relate to and someone that you wouldn’t feel so awkward around! Plus, he has a mindset that is close to yours!

I choose the smiley Meliodas for your seven deadly sins boyfriend! Neji is kind of on the opposite side of the spectrum compared to Meliodas, but they still have the same core that would really mech well with you! For appearances, Meliodas won’t really see your height as an issue, though he will feel a bit better about his own height, seeing as he won’t be one of the shortest people in the group! But he will really like your body; Meliodas will obviously like your hair and eyes, but the body is where all his worship will go! He will want to constantly be near it, touching it, and feeling the soft skin in his hands until he is completely, which will sometimes last for hours!

Meliodas is a happy and cheery person, but can become a very quiet and serious if need be! He will like the fact that you are a virtually calm person most of the time, but would find it very entertaining that you can get annoyed pretty easily, but will try to ease it and be patient. Yeah, he’ll just think it’s cute, and would to tease you, that will only make you more annoyed, it’ll just go in circles! He’ll understand that you try to be empathetic to people’s problems while also trying to be objective to it. Meliodas would have a problem trying to keep it objective, especially with the person that he loves! But he will try his best to understand it! Meliodas will try to make sure that you are happy everyday you are with him! He will make sure that you aren’t bored, and happy, feeling no negative emotions whatsoever! And when you do, he will make sure to make you happy again! 

All in all, I feel like Meliodas would be the perfect pair for you, because he will unflinchingly support you in whatever you do! He does have a mindset close to yours in terms of how you should treat other people, and differing opinions on other things, but that is pretty healthy! Most importantly, Meliodas will worship you, and treat you like royalty, like you deserve to be!

[luvdsc]

(1/?) I SWEAR, MY SISTER IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING IN THIS WORLD SKSKSKSK 🥺💓. Oh, and yeah. In Vietnam, especially at hồ hoàn kiếm, some dancing group does kpop covers, but it is mostly in Ha Noi, i actually never seen a dance cover, i wish i could, i would probally stand there and wiggle around like a worm. I am very tall, about 1m73 ( which is 5 feet 7?, idk if i written it right or not) and i also know some dancing of kpop songs, only the chorus tho but bc of me being tall - 🐧

(2/?) my dancing looks like those balloon statue out on the street (?) it is very weird so i would only dance secretly loll or at home, i had a nickname is worm 😅, i’m like the tallest girl at school 😢. and you went to vietnam 2 years ago, you went to Hà Nội (?) Hà Nội is my hometown 🤩, i really like to visit it since i have my cousins there, we would usually play monopoly, or dominos. Tell me about your trip to Vietnam, i want to hear how it went 😚❤️. I lived in Thành Phố Hồ Chí Minh - 🐧

(3/?) I was born in Hà Nội, but since my parents lived in Thành phố Hồ Chí Minh so after i was born, a few months later, my family went back to Thành Phố Hồ Chí Minh and i have been living here since now, probably i’m not going to move anywhere. And yes, my mom cooked everyday and she always complain cause she doesn’t know what to cook 😂 i used to cook with her but now, i don’t anymore since i got to look after of my little sister, but i sometimes helped her, but after the meal - 🐧

(4/4) i would be the one to do the dishes, it is normally me since my brother is going to a place which is like university, he isn’t home often, only about twice a week or once (he would stay for abt 1-2 days or less/more) if he is home, he gotta do the dishes for about 2 times then it is me again 😢. I hope your week is going smoothly and life is treating you well. Stay hydrated, get enough sleep, and have 3 meals a day, again, good luck on your job, hunny bunny. I love you 💓💓💓💓💓💓 - 🐧

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I AGREE, YOUR SISTER SOUNDS LIKE THE CUTEST EVER OMG 🥺🥺💗 and omg i think i saw that dance group then?? they did so many dances, and they were so good!!!! that was also the only time i saw a ton of young people my age in vietnam LOL and me too!!! i would flop around like a fish out of the water if i ever tried to attempt a kpop dance rip 😅 ooo you’re so tall!!! woah, you’re like a model 🤩 i’m 170 cm, which is 5 ft 7, so i think you would be 5 ft 8! 💓 

and you know some of the dances?? that’s so cool!!! i wish i knew some! and omg fun fact: my sister dressed up as one of those balloon thingies for halloween one year LMAO omg your friends all call you worm? :o and being tall is awesome! i love being able to see at concerts over everyone else and you’re model status 🤩🤩 omg your hometown is beautiful 💝 i really, really loved visiting ha noi 💕 do you visit your cousins often? my family and i were in vietnam for 2-3 weeks!! we went to hà nội, hội an, phan thiết, cần thơ, and sài gòn! 💓 it was absolutely amazing, and the cities were sooo beautiful. i really loved seeing the chợ nổi, hạ long bay, sông mê kông, some of the temples, and phố cổ hội an was my absolute favorite!!!! that ancient town was breath taking with the lanterns at night and floating lights in the river ✨✨ i would love to go back again one day!! i also want to visit Hue since I wasn’t able to during my trip 💚

omg the best restaurant i’ve been to in vietnam was in Thành phố Hồ Chí Minh!!! it’s called Ngọc Châu Garden, and my family and I ate there twice and ordered so much food both times 🤧 Vietnam House restaurant was also really good, and it reminded me of the restaurants back home for me ✨ i kinda missed other ethnic food after eating only vietnamese food every meal for two weeks straight 😅 your city is gorgeous! there were so many pretty stores everywhere, and our hotel was next to the river and near the shopping area 🌼 omg my mom does that too!! she doesn’t know what to cook next, and she keeps telling my dad and me to tell her what to make, but i honestly don’t know what to say askjdhfalsd omg you’re so responsible!! you help out so much, and you take care of your little sister 🥺

ooo, you have a brother? are you close with him? 💗 i’ve always wondered what it’d like to have a brother since i only have an older sister :’) askdjhflaks you should tell him to come back so you won’t get stuck with dish duty anymore 🤧 my week went well, and life is going great!!! i hope everything is going good for you, too, lovebug ���� i hope you’re having a nice weekend!!! and thank you so much 😭💗 same to you too!! drink lots of water, eat lots of yummy food, and sleep lots! i’m sending all my love to you 💌💌 ilysm!!! 💟

[incorrectcatfacestudios]

MID Fusion Headcanons

Using steven universe fusion rules alongside some of my own. 

 There will likely be another post like this one, a part 2 

So the rules

Emotions are shared. 

Memories are not shared, if one component doesn’t want to share a memory with another then the memory will not be shared.

Abilities gained are formed from both of their personalities

All the colored parts of their clothes change to the components combined colorscheme

They form based off of the characters perceptions of eachother, Making each of Ava’s fusions an ACTUAL POWERFUL SORCERESS

Their powers are multiplied by how much love/compassion each component feels for the other. Thus Noi usually supplies the most power to his fusions. Often new powers are gained.

Starting with Leif and Noi

A risk taker, 

DEFINITELY would be an entertainer, would want all attention to be on them at all times. A show off through and through

He would have very fluffy pastel pink hair. 

ALWAYS SMILING unless Leif is experiencing fear. Sometimes when one is feeling a negative emotion the other is feeling a positive one, this shows in their facial expressions. So sometimes the smile feels strained, fake, or evil.  IF ITS SUPER SERIOUS he will frown

gets SUPER JEALOUS REAL QUICK,and if they are not front and center or if someone else steals the spotlight from them expect Angry crying, and violence! :D 

 “HEY AVA! DID YOU SEE THAT?!? WASN’T I COOL!!! PLEASE TELL ME I WAS COOL! I mean I ALREADY KNOW I WAS COOL BUT-” 

Requires constant validation to feed his EGO. 

Flirtier than his components. 

BOUNDLESS ENERGY LIKE! WAAAAYY TO MUCH ENERGY 

Would dance around the battlefield with their newfound abilities like a performer. 

AMAZING AT SWEET-TALKING, and charming others 

Far more likely to use healing magic than Leif ever was. 

He has a tendency to angry cry. 

Would be much stronger at the beginning of the series than he would if they fused in episode 13

His weapons are duel cutlasses 

Noi enjoys the confidence boost he gains in the fusion while Leif enjoys the amount of JOY he feels doing things that would normally bore him. He likes seeing things from Noi’s POV.

Can disappear in a cloud of puffy sparkly smoke, 

 Very flexible, gains dancing skills

Can generate electricity within his body and ZIP ZOOP AROUND 

most of his magic is glittery and sparkly 

Wears lime green or olive clothing. has green eyes. has lime green horns 

So Leif views Noi as a kind hearted lovey dovey fool, while Noi views Leif as a bully and a psychopath, but also a powerful superhero who’s amazing. Hence why when fused they are a kinda mentally unstable performer.  

Leif and Rhys 

He would never form 

BY FAR ONE OF THE WEAKEST OF THE FUSIONS 

When first formed he has an impossible time deciding who he is or even staying together. he doesn’t have an identity or a voice. 

He Gains one much later as the 2 begin to understand each other more. 

Has a scientist surrounded by nature vibe to him. Like instead of metal machines he has ones made completely out of plants. Though he’d only gain this if Rhys and Leif were feeling particularly good about eachother that day. Or if they had a strong positive feeling keeping them together. Otherwise he’d be unable to create or even keep any of it. 

So yeah he can make a rocket out of wood, vines, & various other flora and fauna. 

He has a variety of high level technology yet all of it is made of wood, plants, or bone. 

If exposed to alot of media, and pop culture by the time he forms he would be a MAD SCIENTIST/ MAD DOCTOR character. 

Lots of maniacal laughter

If Rhys would permit it he can be quite cruel and preform some....interesting experiments on his enemies

Would be very interested in the world around and would LOVE TO DISSECT THINGS

his glasses turn into goggles

He’d probably have oversized scientist gloves

is likely to scream EURIKA!!!  

very forgetful. 

Wants to learn as much as he can no matter the situation 

when fused Leif experiences the curiosity Rhys feels and Rhys feels Leif’s LUST FOR BLOOD. 

 Would often find interest in human artifacts and objects finding joy in dissecting them and finding out how they work 

 has the ability to create unholy amalgamations from destroyed objects or  carcasses. 

He’d also gain the ability to control the growth of plants around him & manipulate them using the water inside. 

 Lightbrown/Ginger hair 

Wears alot of cyan 

Their weapon would be a whip of some kind. or a spear 

Studies alot on doctor stuff. wants to get a phd 

Has cyan horns like Pierce, though they bend in a way that combines both horns. and are much larger than either components

 Asch and Rhys

WOULD HAVE A FLUFFY POMPADOR 

Looks like a fucking greaser but their not at all

Always frowning 

VERY STRONG despite not seeming like it

Has Dark blue eyes, and periwinkle horns,  that curve backwards than forwards 

VERY POLITE & regal. 

Doesn’t really show much emotion, good at decision making, and a pretty rounded leader. though...their missing something.  

Knows when to take action and when to stand down. 

Can create smokescreens. manipulate water, fire & Ice

pretty stronk 

Asch’s leadership skills and Rhys’s good decision making mix together to create a perfect and rational decision maker.  

Has a lighter skin tone than Rhys but a much darker one than Asch.  

Probably gains a British accent for the poshness.

Will occasionally raise a hand to threaten you but then close it clenching his fist and continuing to talk

ASCH’S CAPE AND RHYS’S TRENCHCOAT COMBINE TO BECOME A BIG FLOWY CAPE COAT WITH A FLUFFY FUCKING HOOD BECAUSE THAT’S CUTE AF, their torso shirt is grey while they have Asch’s lil sash around their waist, ((it’d be purple)) and Rhys’s pants ((except a tad bit darker)) Rhys’s arm bands would cover Ashe’s bandages.   

Wears a lot of PURPLE, like magenta purple. 

checks himself out behind closed doors 

Adores being together. They just feel right 

Everyone goes to them for advice

Ava & Pierce 

has a blue scrunchy 

LONG FLOWING HAIR 

NEVER TALKS EVER, keeps to themselves even more than both of their components. 

Would HAVE ENORMOUS HAIR like......WAYYY TOO BIG! and scruffy. and they’d always be leaning on a big old cloud that they’d float on. 

Cats. CATS CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Has 2 floating arms hovering around them for petting cats. LIKES FLUFFY   

A very caring individual despite their cold standoffish nature

Constantly tired 

Seems like they don’t care about anything despite the fact that they do...far more so than anyone else even 

Has strong maternal instincts. VERY good with kids. & Loves children far more than either their components.

Will only wake up to pet cats or play with kids. 

The child loving part comes from Pierce. Ava notices that Pierce feels this way and encourages it. 

Only goes by They/ Them pronouns. Nonbinary 

Drinks like 50 cups of coffee a day trying not to pass out. 

Needs coffee 24/7 to stay awake cause otherwise they’d just get too comfortable with eachother and dose right off to sleep

Almost always cuddling something soft, weather it be a cloud they conjured up, Johnny, a plushy, Noi, whatever if its a soft and cuddly thing you can bet your ass that its in their arms.

Wears a mix of Ava’s pajama’s and Pierces Human Disguise. in Blue. That or a cat onesie    

Their not that bright but not that dumb either 

Ava enjoys this fusion because she gets to feel tall. 

They care for themselves. and take care to make sure they don’t get hurt. 

A very deep thinker, that likes to take their time in situations. VERY CREATIVE. 

stoic af

Their also very blunt and if annoyed will tell you “Your annoying. Go away” in a very sleepy slow manner. 

Tired af 24/7 doesn’t want to deal with anyones bullshit. EVER 

VERY POWERFUL 

When they sleep ((on a certain bed)) a giant forcefeild forms around them and a cloud gaurdian of sorts forms around it fighting for them as they dose off. 

Their weapon is a bed.   

The components feel this since of peace when together. While they do close off more they also just...enjoy eachothers company in silence. Expect long sessions of meditation from them . or just casual reading. 

They feel....very at peace and relaxed when together and hate being interrupted 

has purple eye’s. & Deep blue horns   

Pierce & Rhys

If exposed to enough pop culture by the time they fuse I feel like they would have a cop aesthetic. 

“You haven’t been causing any trouble now have you?”

Is always watching. Has new abilities to help him watch & keep the peace. 

Alot quieter than Rhys, but also like....more talkative then Pierce 

VERY STERN. and WILL stare you down 

An intelligent man, of course even smarter than Rhys. 

CAN MAKE HAILSTORMS 

can produce snow out of nothing. 

Wears Sky blue. 

Will often study others with compassion.

VERY MUCH LIKE A DAD 

May or may not make dad jokes 

HAS VERY STRONG OPINIONS OF ASCH ((They really like him)) 

He has light mocha skin, Fluffy curly brown hair done in a ponytail,  Dark Turquoise eyes , Dark Turquoise horns that curve backwards than away from eachother,  and a fake mustache. No one knows where the mustache came from but its detachable! 

DON’T SNATCH THE STACHE!!! They will lay down the law on you

The way they speak when they first fuse and when they later fuse are Pretty different

For the Original Incarnation“ You wouldn’t be planning on violating the RULES that our gracious prince has set for us RIGHT 𝙇𝙀𝙄𝙁”

  And for the 2nd incarnation they’d talk more like a T.V. show cop in certain situations. Though they’d still somehow manage to maintain this level of elegance despite it. (Mostly shown through his movements and tone))  

“ Roger that! Don’t worry Mrs. P I’ll take this troublemaker off your hands.” *Looks towards Leif “ HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR WEAPON TO A DEFENSELESS LADY !?! I wrecken your in for a day in the SLAMMER” 

The slammer is just an ice prison Rhys makes while in this fusion.   

Instead of a Cop at first the fusion would be a of a VERY POMPOUS knight. Like chivalry incarnate. Proper, Polite, Dashing, Kind, & Loyal these  Traits would carry onto its cop incarnate 

Their weapon is originally a sword with a magical crystal in the center but as they learn more about human culture it would change to a gun  

doubles down on watching literally everyone and IS ALL UP IN YOUR BUSINESS. 

This fusion basically says whatever it wants cause no one really knows whats going on in Pierces head and Rhys can just blame it on him without him actively caring about it, because he doesn’t. 

Another ability other than creating snow and hail would be making floating ice crystals  that can be used as a  “camera” of sorts. He can use them to keep a watch on the others 

Ava & Noi

One of the strongest of the fusions ((mostly due to Noi))

Nonbinary goes by She / her, they / them

because Noi views Ava as this powerful sorceress they BECOME a powerful magic user, and Ava Views noi as this mystical demon dude from dimension so as a result their fusion is this magical girl/boy/NB 

Wears red and has red eyes, with orange horns. 

Magical girl / Nonbinary aesthetic. 

Noi’s earnsty affects Ava in a way that causes her to be more honest. thus making the fusion very earnest in affection. 

They have a strong since of justice and a want to protect. out of love

Noi once again his honesty affects Ava in a way that makes her more transparent./loving 

Enjoys life to the fullest and having fun, as long as its not something stupid.

Quite literally loves themselfs....onesidedly its complicated. But they do enjoy themselves and rarely ever put themselves down. 

Their weapon is Noi’s daggers mixed with Ava’s phone or a toy she has laying around 

Can shoots out sparkles, rainbows, & various other magical girl esque attacks and has to call out their attacks to use them. 

All of their magic is magic Noi has never seen or heard of before. but they are ones Ava’s seen in anime or T.V shows.  Magical girl shows. 

They’d try to surround themselves with friends and people who like them and kind of be an attention whore. 

Probably the most outwardly friendly of the fusions 

Would love getting headpats 

Would also definitely wear many different aesthetic cat ears and post them all over insta. 

Tries to act cutsie wootsie for attention. sometimes feigns innocence to gain popularity

Noi & Asch

A COMPLETE BRAT, brings out all the negative traits from eachother.

EXTREMELY EMOTIONAL AND BAD AT HIDING IT 

Tries to act cool and together but really just a mess. 

They’d look like a really big imposing scary looking yet upset and almost crying clown? 

Self loathing x 10 

“I-I’m NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING!!  MYEEEEEEEEEH” 

Extremely passionate and LOVES hugging everything when happy and angrily screaming at everyone when mad. they are a literal ticking time bomb of emotions.  Though just because he loves it doesn’t mean he WILL hug he just likes doing it even if he doesn’t like to admit it . and will if emotional/impulsive enough at that moment in time, after which he will play it off and try to make up an excuse.  

Clumsy AF. 

Tends to get super jealous and wants to be a part of EVERYTHING 

Acts like a really proud child. 

Throws temper tantrums when they don’t get their way 

due to Noi’s more open attitude towards feelings and Asch’s intense emotions that he often keeps bottled up. They feel the full FORCE of both, All whilst trying to act like nothings wrong. 

He kind of hates himself but at the same time kinda doesn’t ? its complicated. 

EXTREMELY LOW SELF ESTEEM 

Wears orange, has light brown spiky hair, and light yellowy orange hair. His eyes are brown

Their powers also go off like an explosion. Usually his attacks are far weaker than either Noi or Asches. and they have lower stamina as well. Their powers build up and up inside of them until it bursts out. When they burst they do massive damage to pretty much everyone around them. Friend or foe. Its like a combustion of magic. Firey sparks and explosions in all directions. 

Their powers are linked to their emotions though the larger their emotional outbreak, and the more they let out the stronger the attack. 

Their weapon is a bunch of explosive bowling pins. that they juggle around.

Leif & Asch

Extremely likely to stab someone

Wears ALOT of gold. his hair turns a dusty grey color and his eyes are a dark teal. His horns become a golden yellow, The only pops of color on him besides gold and black are red & Green but only in gemstones. 

Values himself above all else 

ALWAYS SCREAMING 

Expect 10 times the villainous monologues 

“YOU WILL BOW BENEATH ME “ 

Loves showing their power through extremely violent means. 

Asch’s wrath and Leif’s crazy mix in a way that is just incredibly hostile to literally everyone. 

PRONE TO VIOLENT OUTBURSTS 

Hates being bothered 

“LEAVE ME ALONE! “ “ KNEEL PEASENT” “ HAHAHAHAAHAHAA YOU REALLY THINK THAT YOU STAND A CHANCE AGAINST ME?!?! HAHAHAHAHA! Stand down human. It’ll be easier that way. “ 

has Asch’s condescending attitude. 

Loves nothing more than bullying others and just making people feel bad. 

Also loves taking selfies. Like...too much. Has a tendancy to stare in the mirror for elongated periods of time admiring his muscles. 

Hates being ignored. Like many of the other fusions. this one gets the MOST pissy about it though 

Feels like everything in the world belongs to him and that he deserves it, fuck anyone who disagree’s I’ll just blow their heads off with my fire magic. 

Complimenting him and feeding his ego is the only way to stop his violence. Depending on how you do it that is. Like complimenting his strength could make things worse

has NO PATIENCE WHATSOEVER 

LAVA. They can create LAVA together. They melt them bitches down to Asch. 

Ava and Asch 

RAMPID CURSER

Ava’s salt mixed with Asches wrath. THEY ARE VERY ANGRY AND PISSY 24/7 

Kinda thotty. but also not? its complicated. Maybe forward would be the best way to put it

Lies constantly. Its never ending. Like they lie to everyone their friends, their enemies, their family, themselves. 

Will eat food off the floor. 

They are extremely rude and foul mouthed. They never seem to get along well with anyone and are prone to making death threats when annoyed. They never follow through with them of course but. 

One of the few ava fusions to fuse both of their regular attires together. a Reddish pink shoulderless jacket with a cape at the back. They have a FLUFFY light pink hood, and their pants are poofy towards the end with black and pink stripes. They also have asch’s arm sleeve thingy.

grows impatient REAL quick and is prone to use deadly force...well pseudo deadly force when angered

 Like stabbing

Literally pissed, annoyed, or tired 24/7 

Loves being in control of everything 

 In battle they constantly taunt their opponents. Using a disturbing variety of swearwords & unique Self-esteem breaking insults. 

Wears ALOT of pink. Has red eyes however. but their outfit is just a bunch of pinks and blacks.  

Nonbinary goes by he/him they/them 

The other 7 will be in part 2 I need time have to think of them. I’ll add more later!