#he was in them territories for sure 😌

[singmysoultosleep]

darry curtis’ second job was definitely professional wrestling lmao

[nekohime19]

Reread chapter 4

"He didn't want to act like a needy puppy again" lol "Nobody could bewitch this bimawen! "LOL. didn't even last a year.

At the part where it talks about the clones intricate management society. I wonder do the clones gossip like the court? I know none of them are in love with macaque, and wont be unless wukong does a new clone, but how do they feel about wukong's crush? Do the wind spirits talk to any clones for the hot news in assistant manners? Unrelated to mengai, how do the clones handle new clones into their society? Or maybe new clones never come and wukong is set with the 3 departments and 6 Ministries clones

Again. Mango the shipper that you are

I wonder if the peach festival is where the rumors starts. If macaque wearing that Extremelly fancy clothes wasn't enough, then surely the erlang defense pushed it. I mean one could think the erlang thing is bc wukong doesnt like him and it's more about going against erlang than defending macaque (cause everyone must know macaque is guilty. They know the god of justice and they know wukong) , but the outfit is sus

The drunk convo feels like a turning point. Especially with mac revealing he doesnt like himself

The bimawen couldnt' resist his assistant 😌.

The clones definitely gossips. There is all kind of rumors within the clones abt if Wukong will kiss his assistant, some even bet on peaches. The clones likes to exchange gossips with the wandering wind spirits (Like : "Give me peaches/wine and I'll tell you what the two did!", the clones are sneaky like that).

Clone society is such a funny name, love it. Wukong don't make new clones, but the clones (bc they have Wukong's powers) make clones of themselves when they need more hands. Especially when a new territory has to be managed, like the vineyard. The new clones are trainees until they have an official post in one of the ministries (the experienced clones likes to tease the newbies). Creating a new clone can't be done without the agreement of the three departements heads, it's highly regulated, no one wants a place overcrowded with Wukongs.

The peach festival was definitely a lil sus for the gods and spirits but they could still convince themselves it was usual monkey shenanigans, but the rumors really started when Wukong began to brag abt his new courtesy name given by his assistant, and then the trial really confirmed everything. The bimawen is a smitten mess!

The drunk convo is a turning point for both of them with Wukong being a lil more honest abt his feelings and Mac revealing more abt himself and why he's acting the way he is. After this, Wukong was a bit gentler with his assistant for sure and started to get used to the idea of having him in his everyday life.

[mystic-writings]

Tommy and rain😌

Like a gloomy rainy inside day with him would be nice I think

i'm so sorry this took forever but omg i love this prompt so much it's so adorable- also this is my first time writing for tommy so i apologise if it's not quite right (but there's barely dialogue anyway)

rainy days | tommyinnit x fem!reader | 630~ words

From the moment you woke up, you could feel the damp in your bones. Living in England, a rainy day was common, but you were still getting used to it. Unlike your loving boyfriend, who definitely wasn’t snoring in the bed beside you, England wasn’t your native territory. Originally, you were from America. You’d had your fair share of rainy days, but not as often or as windy as the ones in England – Brighton especially. 

The rest of the room was cold, but the bedsheets and Tommy’s sleeping body were providing a comfortable heat that was nearly lulling you back to sleep. 

You would end up staying this way for a little while longer, until Tom’s phone rang and Toby was on the other line, asking him a favour about one of their stream plans for later in the week. It was when he got up to head to the computer that you decided to get both your days started with breakfast and tea, which you were setting up on the coffee table instead of the table itself when Tom entered the room. 

“How’s it sound we have a quiet day?” He asked, coming to wrap his arms around you as you stood all the way up. 

You leaned into his body, soaking up his warmth. “Sounds perfect, actually. Wanna watch something on the tv?”

“Sure, love. Is it okay if we watch some of Schlatt’s new videos before we watch movies or something like that?”

Quickly, you agreed before pulling apart and sitting down. Tom put the videos on and queued a few others up before you both dug in. 

Breakfast was delicious, and you were proud of yourself for your steadily improving cooking skills. The rain continuously battered the window on the other side of the living room, providing a nice ambience for the otherwise chaotic video. You took yours and Tommy’s plate from the table and brought them to the kitchen, making more tea for the both of you while you were there. 

After handing Tom his mug, you sank into the couch next to him, curling up into his side and grabbing the blanket that was draped across the back of the couch to cover you both up with. 

For a while, you sat and watched videos, until moving onto a rotating selection of movies – one you wanted to watch, then one Tom wanted to watch, and so on until things got boring. You put a nice ambient video from YouTube on the TV, still curled into Tom’s side while he scrolled through his social media platforms and you grabbed the book you’d been recently reading from the coffee table. 

Days like these were peaceful, relaxing types of days. The apartment was mostly dark, since only a warm lighted lamp and the glow of the TV provided light. The dark clouds overhead added a beautiful atmosphere, and you wished that days like these could last forever. 

Tom had his phone on silent, and your book was beginning to get interesting. There were no distractions, just you and Tom, enjoying each other in silence – aside from him occasionally showing you something interesting or funny that he thought you would like (and you usually did like what he showed you). 

Most days spent like these, including today, you and Tom normally end up taking an absurdly good and slightly too long nap. At some point, with the lull of the music and the soft, warm lights, you fell asleep with your book on the floor, Tom’s phone slipping from his hands, as you splayed out as best as you could on the couch – with your head on Tom’s chest, his arm around your waist, the blanket tangled up in your legs, intertwined with his as the rain continued to pour well into the evening. 

[rooksunday]

shout out to you if you guessed “din and grogu nonsense” from my tag game 😌 i was DETERMINED to get this missing day done! my mom (!) gave me the idea of linking ‘mint’ to skelly crew 🫡

fluffcember: mint

The sun had long since set but Grogu still fussed in his bassinet. Din checked the usual suspects—blankie tucked in, water drank, fangs cleaned—then scanned again for any beings approaching the perimeter that Grogu's senses might've noted but somehow evaded the perimeter security. Nothing stirred.

Din leaned over the bassinet. Used to be that he worried, looming like that, but something about his shadow seemed to calm the kid.

"What do you need? You gotta give me something to work with here," Din tried.

Grogu gave him the stink face.

Din gently rubbed the spot between Grogu's eyes. Sometimes it helped. "You're a tough negotiator, I know, and feared across the galaxy, but even Jango Fett used to get eight hours a night."

The stink face became marginally more fragrant and Grogu's ears lowered. The signs of imminent sleepiness hit Din like finding the first lingering trace of a mark. He didn't let himself get excited. Gotta play it cool, Djarin.

"You've heard of Jango Fett?"

Grogu nodded, but uncertainly. Like the name was a song he didn't remember the words to.

"Jango was Boba's buir," Din explained. "And a very famous bounty hunter. Boba will tell you he was the best in the galaxy." Din allowed himself to shrug one shoulder. There were only the two of them to hear as he leaned in and lowered his voice. "But I never heard about him taking out a krayt dragon."

Sure, the krayt dragon wasn't strictly a bounty, but it still counted as hunting, and Din planned to keep the story in his pocket to buy at least one more drink on Vanth's credits. The whole thing had happened so quickly, and been so necessary, that Din hadn't had time to consider the scale of the task, but the dark nights and cold sweats since had nudged the events firmly into free drink territory.

That gave him an idea.

"What about a story, kid? Something to take to dreams with you?"

Din grinned as those big ears went up even as Grogu snuggled down into his blankets. After helping tuck the blankets more firmly around Grogu's shoulders—with a brief diversion to poke the little tummy on the way—Din crouched beside the bassinet, his knees protesting the movement. He hooked one of his hands through the slats to brush his finger along Grogu's ear. Soft starlight seeped into the room from the open window, along with the permanent scent of burning from the lava flats.

"Let's see. What kind of story would our brave adventurer enjoy this evening? A kissing story?" Din huffed a laugh at the return of the stink face. He tugged gently on Grogu's ear. "No kissing story for Grogu the Indomitable. An adventure, then."

He thought for a moment, reaching into the shadowy dark where he kept the memories of his own buir. That rumbling voice. The comforting scent of spices and engine oil. Their armour that had shone like a new credit…

Din grinned as the perfect story came to him. He leaned in toward Grogu and paused as Grogu's big eyes gleamed back at him, expectant, patient, beloved. Even without the familiar language of a helmet, Din could recognise the love on Grogu's face. Had Din looked at his own buir like that once? He must have. How else would he recognise it so easily?

Maybe one day, Grogu's foundlings would look at their buir that way.

Play it cool, Djarin.

Din made himself focus on the present. On the moonlight. On his kid. He grinned again, maybe wobblier than before, and lowered his voice.

"Here's a story about the pirate Captain Tak Rennod and his search for the treasure of At Attin…"

[thefiery-phoenix]

GROUNDED TO REALITY (YANDERE DEKU X READER)

Hey everyone, guess who's back in business?!!!😏😌 So, I'll be writing from now on and I just hope my account doesn't get deleted like the previous one. I hope you guys enjoy and forgive me if my writing sucks, it's been a while. And also, guess who officially turned 17 today 🥳

You had a fondness and passion for books ever since you were a child. The feeling of just delving into a world of fiction, where life wasn't complicated and didn't contain the toxicity of the real world made you feel at ease and gave you a sense of serenity, a feeling of tranquility to be precise. You've often found yourself getting lost in the fictional world, disregarding reality at times. Was it a coping mechanism for you? You weren't sure, but your parents didn't like the way you always preferred your books and novels to things happening in real life. Your parents owned a multi million dollar business empire, you being the only child of theirs would be next in line to inherit their large and vast fortune. Your parents weren't pleased when you informed them about your future plans to become a writer when they wanted you to be moulded into the perfect young successor they thought you'd be

"You're not going to waste your time sitting and writing silly childish stories!" your father bellowed on top of his lungs. You hated the way every night would end in an argument these days ever since your parents caught wind of you working on a new novel. "They're not silly childish stories! If you don't know about what I'm doing you're in no position to judge me" you retorted and glared at your father. Your mother had an icy expression on her face as she set her fork and knife on the table with a rather loud clatter and spoke in a cold voice "Where are your manners? Is that how you talk to your parents?" You just grumbled under your breath and stormed off to your room and shut the door behind you, ignoring your parents yelling at you to come downstairs to finish your dinner

That however, was just a single incident on how your parents tried to control your life. While you wanted to take a course for writing and establish your name in the writing industry, your parents forced you to attend the entrance exam of UA Academy, the most prestigious academy for upcoming and rising heroes of Japan. You had no intention of becoming a hero, ever. Sure, you always fantasized about saving people and you've had plenty of experience on how to write the personality for a hero but that didn't mean you wanted to become a hero yourself. Your quirk was your lucky factor, which enabled you to shoot black crystal spikes from the ground, instantly piercing through whatever your target is. You managed to get into the UA Academy and you had to admit, it honestly wasn't that bad

Out of all the people you've managed to befriend, you felt more attached and closer to Izuku Midoriya, a literal embodiment of sunshine. He was kind, optimistic and sweet. He always made sure you took your meals properly and stayed hydrated whenever you were working on your novel. Whenever you'd tell him about whatever scene or plot you were working on, he'd listen to you with rapt attention, with a look in his eyes that you meant the world to him, because you did. What you had no idea about was the fact that he was starting to grow obsessed with you. He couldn't stop thinking about you day after day as time progressed. He loved everything about you, you said you weren't sure if you were ever going to end up with someone because of your flaws and frankly, it just broke his heart. Though he held your hands and comforted you, the thought and very prospect of you ever ending up with someone other than him made him livid

You were too busy in your fantasy world to notice his red flags and suspicious behavior like how he knew literally everything about you, your daily schedule and not to mention him getting absolutely territorial and possessive over you when someone else approached you for anything. You just brushed off his behavior which was something you shouldn't have done, little did you know, you'd end up paying dearly and gravely for this negligence of yours. As much as he loved and admired your determination, he really wanted you to take care of yourself as well. He could see the listless red bleary eyes of yours and the dark circles beneath your eyes, a result from your lack of sleep and self care. He chided you like a mother hen and made sure to feed you during the lunch period because clearly, you weren't capable of taking care of yourself properly and he saw himself as your protector

One day as a result of you getting a low score on one of your tests, your father, out of sheer anger and fury threw your book into the fireplace, burning your hardwork and letting it go up in flames. You could only stare in horror with silent tears falling down your eyes as you tried to salvage whatever you could though your hands were burning. "I can't believe I was ever going to hand over the company to a disgrace like you" your father hissed as he walked out of the room, however you didn't have the energy to fight back against him. The next day when you were unusually quiet, Deku noticed it immediately of course. He noticed everything about you, your moods and your thoughts. Upon asking you what was wrong and when you filled him in about the situation at home, he found himself growing angry at your parents. How dare they stop his beloved from doing something you loved?

He already had plans to take you for himself and with this information, it just sped up his process. He didn't want you suffering from all the toxicity of the society, you were an angel. HIS angel, who deserves to be free and happy, with HIM of course. So he did what he thought was right by drugging you and taking you in the middle of the night. When you woke up, you were surprised to find yourself in a room which wasn't yours. After you got to know Deku's real intentions, surprisingly, you didn't feel like fighting back against him. At first, he was confused. Perhaps you were playing some sort of trick on him to gain his trust but when he watched and observed your behavior for a while, you were suspiciously calm about the whole situation at hand

You were tired of being the perfect golden child that always had to obey the rules and make your parents proud which never gave you time to work on your writing. Deku just hugged you and told you that he loved you for being you, that you were perfect in his eyes. When he said he was proud of you and your incredible writing talents, that's when you broke down and softly sobbed into his shoulder as he gently caressed your head and rubbed soft comforting circles on your back. You'd be lying if you didn't dream about moments like this from all the books and novels you'd been reading

Deku was going to keep you grounded to reality, with him by clipping your wings so you wouldn't fly away from him, which is the last thing he needs. Don't worry darling, he'll take good care of you and you'll be able to write your books once more. You won't be able to publish them though, not even under a fake account because he's really paranoid about people finding you and taking you away from him. And besides, he also feels like your talent would be wasted on undeserving people who wouldn't be able to understand your feelings through your writing like he did if you published your works. As for your parents, he'd deal with them in such a way that they'll be begging him for death after he's done with them. Of course he won't tell you what he's done with them though, the last thing he wants to do is make you scared of him. He loves you, you know... just make sure you show him some love too through those forced cuddle sessions he enforces on you before he hides your books and writing material. He has done that before and will continue to do so till you eventually give him what he wants, so there's no fighting it

[slippinninque]

😒Checking In 😌

In which Jatemme goes for a scroll

Jatemme Manning x blackfemreader

warnings: cursing, just fluff, self-indulgent fic, bratty!reader, bit of a long fic.

He told you a week in advance about the check-in. 

Jatemme also warned you that it would be a long one due to addressing the growth of their territories. Expectations must be set anew and thus new lieutenants as well. Jatemme saw the way you pouted but you nodded, knowing there was nothing you could do about it but wait for him to return.

Jatemme left you upstairs with instructions to come nowhere near the basement less you wanted real trouble. His answer was for you to roll your eyes and drag your feet.

Presently, as the accountant went over what they had to work with in terms of bribes and greasing wheels, Jatemme opened his phone. He opened up a few docs he wanted to send to their lawyer, forwarding them to his brother while it was in the forefront of his mind.

Then, as always, his mind wandered to what you could be doing.

He let you keep your secrets. Jatemme didn’t feel the need to pry, preferring to stay out of your business until you invite him in. There was some stuff that was too good to ignore, though. For example, if you happen to have a very lowkey Tumblr blog that allowed Jatemme little peeks into your mood for the day…

Well, he couldn't resist. 

The little blue app was ready and waiting for his tap, Jatemme’s pointer finger unable to scroll far before he saw a photo of a single beanie baby floating face down in a puddle, reblogged and captioned,

‘When he won’t give you a fifth kiss…’ 

Jatemme’s eyes rolled at your dramatics. He would bet you were laying in bed surrounded by your hobbies but still deciding to pout about being apart for a few hours. 

Your blog was often filled with friendly banters with other bloggers, screenshots of your panicked moments while gaming, re-postings of memes and jokes. Jatemme checked at least once a day to make sure you were really good.

Jatemme saw another reblog, this time of a rich-toned couple tangled together beneath the blankets–lost in blissful sleep. This one captioned by you, ‘goals’.

Goals? What the fuck did you mean by goals?

It went on and on. Jatemme goes directly to your page to find you reblogging and tagging things as if you were freshly abandoned at the altar. It went from adorable to ridiculous faster than he was prepared for, especially when he ran into a post about you wanting to be small enough to be carried in your man’s pocket.

Which...actually? Jatemme nearly shook his head at himself.

The longer he scrolled, the more he saw your whining. It was as if you didn't have a person in the world to care for you! Jatemme would bet that anyone looking at your blog would assume you were loveless and neglected, not a single trinket or spoil to your name. 

However, Jatemme's last straw came in the form of  a blurred photo of a man's hand around a woman's throat, her lips open in a smiling moan. Your caption? 

🕯️🙏🏾🕯️🙏🏾🕯️ (prayer hand emoji and candles)

Asthma went to stand when Jatemme did but when his boss waved him away, barely tilting his phone in response, his lieutenant sat back down with a little shake of his head and turned back in. 

“Gonna make a quick call.��� 

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Pouting and rolling onto your stomach, you scrolled and scrolled some more. 

The bath and good scrubbing gave you some time to think. It wasn’t the fact that Jatemme had to work, you knew how hands-on he preferred to be. It made things run smoothly when Jatemme was handling things--too many people were afraid of fucking up.

Still…it sucked having him be so close but off limits. Especially when you've started hosting a bit when he brought his men over for their dealings. 'Only for the light stuff', Jatemme said when you asked him if you were needed. Then you were sent off

Your hair was done-up in rollers beneath your large bonnet. You felt like a little snack cake wrapped up in your robe but unfortunately there was no one there to sample you. All you wanted was to be up under Jatemme now that he was finally home. Instead, it was only you and the little square of arrows to show your displeasure.

Once you fell into the rabbit hole of making up posts and reblogging others, your sour mood shifted. You traded your phone for your ‘Switch and loaded up your Zelda, deciding that it was a good time as any to hunt for Korok seeds. 

It wasn’t like Jatemme wasn't going to come for you and you definitely had more to than enough to entertain yourself with. Still. It was his fault that you were spoiled anyhow.

Sighing again and rolling onto your back, you put your legs in the air before curling them to your chest. You hummed along with the village’s theme song and checked your inventory, you’ll have to get more arro–

“I know you fuckin’ lying…”

You couldn’t even scream before your ankles were pulled, sending you skittering down the bed and right beneath Jatemme’s wide-eyed stare. Choking on your words, you could only cry out when his fingers began dancing and pinching along your sensitive sides.

“You up here looking like a fucking cake! Acting like you don’t get any love–don’t I love you? Don’t I?”

Jatemme climbed on top of our kicking legs to watch you laugh and scream out as he tickled you. He caught both of your wrists in one of hands, tugging them to his chest until your arms straightened. Jatemme pinned you with his weight and used a free hand to go for your jugular, tickling around your shoulders beneath your chin.

Screeching in horrified laughter, you tried to understand what you did to deserve such an attack!

“How do I find you? Legs tucked up and shit just waiting for me! You lured me up here, didn't you?"

“Hehe, hahah, stop Jah! What are you talking about?!”

“I ain’t stopping shit you little menace, I’m supposed to be down there conducting business to bring you yo’ money and you acting like I don’t be giving you whatchu need! What was last night? What was this morning? Huh?”

You blabbered and tried to say anything you thought Jatemme wanted to hear, but delight and surprise clogged your throat. You didn’t know what the hell Jatemme was talking about, but maybe he was missing too and just didn't want to admit it. It was precious, really. Even if a few rollers are knocked loose, some shea butter rubbed off--it was precious.

"Say it. Tell me who gives it to you good?"

“You do! You do, Jah! Hheheh--okay, okay, I give!"

Jatemme actually did stop his tickling but didn’t let you free. He stared down at you with narrowed eyes as you heaved and tried to catch your breath.

“You love me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes. Yes, I love you.”

“Do. You. Love. Me?”

Now nose to nose, you couldn’t stop the giggling spilling out of you. Jatemme likes to make it seem like you were for the dramatics but here he comes kicking in your door with nonsense. 

“I love, love you, Jatemme. Just you, only you, forever you.”

“And who loves you?

The force of your grin could have lit a whole city as you wriggled beneath him, looking up at him with shining eyes, “You do, Daddy.”

Jatemme tilted his head, ear pointing down towards you just to hear you say louder, “You love me! You give me everythin’ my crazy little heart desires and the good dick-downs are free an' high quality!"

He nodded, finally satisfied, before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Jatemme melted you down into the mattress, kissing and kissing you–

“Mn. Let me go.” Jatemme pulled back when he felt your legs wrap around him. 

“No, I think you should just stay up here now.” You leaned up and tried to give him another kiss, only to be dodged. 

“Not now, greedy. I've been away long enough–

“Eh, could be longer.”

Jatemme grumbled something beneath his breath, something about goals, before leaving you be. You scrambled after him and you latched onto his back. His sudden attention gave you a sudden boost–you suddenly wanted to be convinced to let him leave again.

“C’mon now. Be good and get back to doin’ you.”

“You came up here bothering me!”

He wrangled you from behind him until he cupped your face and placed a loud, smacking kiss onto your pouting lips, “I came up here to remind you who you fuckin’ with–don’t get anyone fucked up. I gotta get back."

You were grinning now as you let him go. Settling as innocently as you could onto the bed, you batted your eyes at him. Jatemme adjusted his clothes and gave you an appreciative look before he turned and headed towards the door. 

“Love you!” You chirped.

“Mmhmm. I know you do. I'm comin' back to handle that attitude of yours, so be ready.”

"I don't have an attitude!"

"Mhm! Keep talking!" Jatemme called over his shoulder, making you laugh as he walked back out of the room. 

He couldn’t help it. Giving you everything you could ever want and keeping you in line–that was his duty as your man. No matter how petty the matter may be, Jatemme liked to be thorough.

He had a meeting to finish up. It was bad enough to pretend that your screams couldn’t have been heard throughout the house, but it didn’t matter. Your good mood gave Jatemme a better one, it was only right to have a little break to recharge. 

Still, Jatemme couldn’t wait to get his hands on you properly…

Right as Jatemme returned to the den, he checked your blog once more and already there was another update. 

It was a photo of Jerry the mouse with a black sati bonnet on his head, in bed and grinning with your caption, ‘Me knowing he ain't gonna be ready for it later'.

Jatemme smirked to himself. All was well.

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✨ending notes✨: I couldn't help but to imagine Jatemme getting a bit offended at the thought of you acting like he don't be loving on you. Jatemme wants to make sure you know that he don't play about you lmao! Tell me what what you think and thank you so much for reading!!!

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🎶 for Roman Roy? ✨😌✨💕 Love your writing!! 🥰

Thank you so much sweetie!! I'm loving all the requests for Roman at the moment :P

Kiss Me / Roman Roy Imagine

Line: 'Silver moon's sparkling / So kiss me'

Writers block is kicking my ass today but I wanted to get this out anyway! Please let me know if you liked it :)

(I do not own Succession or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @ushershiv. Song credit goes to Sixpence None The Richer!)

Warning: strong language and mentions of child abuse!

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°

Roman Roy nearly scared the shit out of you as you wandered up the moonlit side streets of the Tuscan town.

Shiv, of course, had left you to fend for yourself in unknown territory by storming out from the hen party before it had even reached ten o'clock, scowling as she impassively kissed her mother's cheeks and went straight back to scrolling through her phone as she became a blot in the distance. You had spent the last half an hour wandering around, peering around the edges of sun-kissed cafes and staring quizzically at dust stained cobbled streets that wound round balconies and down staircases you were sure you'd already been down.

So when you nearly tripped over Roman sitting, looking forlorn, at the bottom of one, you were more than delighted to jump out of your skin.

'Romy, oh thank fuck! My sense of direction was dogshit in America, and it sure as hell seems to be worse in Italy.' You laugh and place a hand to your heart, trying to calm its throbbing as you perch on the bottom of the stone railing. Roman sets down his beer by his feet and stands up, turning his head behind him languidly and trying his best to smile at you. You could tell immediately that something had gone wrong while you were out with Shiv: you knew your childhood best friend too long not to be hyperaware of his idiosyncrasies. His smile didn't reach his eyes, but to Roman, it was a relief: he had found you.

It had only taken his own half an hour of quizzing his sister on the phone and wandering around the Tuscan side-passages - but he had found you. Just as he had throughout his whole childhood; no matter if Roman was climbing up the pipe outside your bedroom window and peering his little goblin head eagerly over the edge of your windowpane when you were teenagers, or him screaming and crying, searching the house for you when he was just a toddler confused about why his daddy wanted to hurt him so much, he always sought you out.

It had infuriated him at first, just because he didn't understand why his heart felt such pangs of weakness. But as Remy grew, he started to relax into it, until he couldn’t remember a time when he was just him, instead of you as well.

And by god, if he wasn't going to ever let you out of his sight again.

His own heart begins to pound like an unbroken slap against the side of his ear as he gives you a once over, his eyes lazily tracing your figure, but plainly lovelorn. 'Well, yeah, thanks for fucking - trying and testing that dumbass doesn't change depending on the continent.' His eye sparkles against the graceful hue of dreaming grey as he smirks, pressing his tongue against the back of his teeth to try and choke back the words he's spent his life so desperately trying to claw out.

'Fuck off', you reply, but you're beaming as you say it. Reaching out, you run a hand over his collar and do your best to try and straighten it out. Roman swallows harshly as he feels your knuckles brush as light as a lover's kiss against the pulse point on his neck. The touch is one of familiarity, of intimacy, of an intimate knowledge, of a ritual done over and over and over since you were children. One always reaches out, an olive's branch, a desperate cry, and the other stays stoic in a fear that over the years has been beaten into them.

He wasn't allowed this. He didn't deserve this. Roman Roy wasn't allowed love. Not unless it was callous, and course, and being shoved like poison down his throat by the fisted hand of his father, or being struck across his cheek with a chide for being a naughty puppy.

'So', you start with a furrowed brow and a tremble to your fingers, noticing the way Roman's eyes have begun to cloud a little under the thin sheen of starlight. He only blinks again, guiding his gaze back up to look at you expectantly as you continue. 'What's been going on with you tonight?' You pat his shirt, right between the top button and the start of his chest, not expecting him to sigh languidly at the touch. 'Nothing good, from the looks of it. You finally realising mommy's being taken off the marriage market for good?'

'Oh fuck you' he half-scoffs, but he doesn't move away, too desperate in his attempt to keep your palm as flatly and near to his heart as he can. He chews his bottom lip, trying to figure out in the dank recesses of his mind about how to tell you that you're the only person whose ever held it - the only person he's ever felt comfortable with, the only person he's ever fantasised about kissing, loving, spending every moment of his disgusting life with.

His voice cracks as he continues. 'It's fine. I'm fine, fuck, I just- uh, fuckity fuck me, it's just everything, you know? Like, this deal is looking pretty fucked, and it's like my love child so daddy dearest expects me to be on top of it, and-'. Roman's words die away on the tip of his tongue as he notices how eagerly you're watching him, anticipating every word and looking genuinely heartbroken as they tumble out.

He doesn't know how to process it: someone caring about what he has to say.

'And you know what', he whispers. 'It doesn't actually matter.' He reaches up and takes your hand - grasps it tightly and holds it between his lungs as he breathes you in. 'I don't fucking care, about any of it. That doesn't fucking matter to me.'

The ethereal shine of moon rays blink down sleepily from the clouds, and seem to bathe Roman in a light so innocent, and so dreamlike, that you can't help but latch onto his every syllable as being pure truth. His smile falters, and he shakes his head as he looks down at his feet, playing with the sides of your fingers between his own stout ones.

He never could bear to look at rejection head on. Usually he got by, solely because he could turn and look at one of his siblings instead, and pretend, for a moment, that they actually cared. But on his own? He didn't know how to handle it. So he shirks into himself, flaring his nostrils and trying to hide the tide of overwhelming dread that suffuses over his body and turns his neck a sheepish, splotchy crimson.

'Remy, where's this coming from? You've always wanted to be under daddy's heel-'

You're broken off by the sound of Roman's dress shoe stepping forward and the feel of something... strange? Against your lips? You try to take a step back, but an arm winds its way around your waist, as light as a feather but with a bark harsh enough to keep the bottom of your feet on the ground. It takes you a further moment to understand that the pressure that left, and then seemed to return with twice fold the intensity to your mouth, was Roman's itching, scared lips doing their best to caress your own. He's bleary eyed when he finally dares to open them, and it breaks your heart to see how vulnerable, how child like he looks in his fear. As you kiss him again, you didn't mind the tears that slide down his cheeks, a mixture of sadness and new joy mingling. He shakes his head slightly at the way he moans wishfully, latching onto you like a tired puppy as he follows your lips with his shivering body.

To the poor Tuscan locals, the two of you must have looked quite the state: two people, so obviously head over heels in love, kissing each other as if they'd never be granted another chance. As if this final pocket of happiness might tumble away once they wake up back into the real world. As if being so in love might be the destruction of them both.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

I absolutely adored the HC’s you did! 💗

Would you please be happy to do a Izou scenario?

What about being in Izou’s division as a second in command and the two of them go on a mission together?

Reader gets badly injured and thinking she won’t survive confesses to Izou that she‘S liked him for some time now, but was too much of a coward to admit her feelings because he appears to her so ethereal and otherworldly?

Let’s be honest Izou is one of the most beautiful and pretty people around in one piece 😌

Thank you! 💗

Yes, Yes he is. He's my 3rd favorite character (Sabo and Ace are first and second because I love them). I'm glad you enjoyed the HC's and I hope you like this too.

Warnings: blood loss, injuries, light gruesome depictions,  

Word Count: 1325

     Being the commander of the 16th division, Izou hadn’t expected the mission to be easy. That being said, he also hadn’t expected to be hiding in a cave, with you clutching a bad sword wound across your stomach. You were his ‘second-in-command’ the person who took on his role when he was unable to complete them, aided him with his duties when they became too much and always had his back. You were the ‘first mate’ to his ‘captain’. Someone who always had his back and had the strength to prove it. Laying you on the ground, Izou gently removed your arm from your stomach, pulling your shirt up to see the gash. It would leave a scar, that was for certain, and it probably hurt like hell. If he could get you to Marco soon, the scarring would probably be minimal, but there was no telling how long the two of you would have to wait here. The pirates that had tried to invade one of Pops’ territories was stronger than previously reported and left the two of you woefully underprepared for their force. The two of you were probably lucky to get out with only this much, this crew seemed particularly vicious. 

     “So, how’s it look?” you asked, wincing in pain as you tilted your head back, grinding your teeth.

     “About as well as you’d expect from a would like this. We need to get you back to Marco as soon as possible.” he said, grabbing one of his kimono sleeves. You looked up just in time to see him tearing the fabric, before tearing it into strips as he made a makeshift bandage for you, “This should help for now, but I’m hoping to get out of here before too much longer.” he said, tying the last knot on the fabric that wrapped around your stomach. You could only nod, not sure what to say. What could you say? Thank you wasn’t enough, you felt a little guilty that he’d ruined one of his kimonos for you, but you knew he’d never accept an apology for something like this. 

     “I’ll be fine, I can’t exactly let you ruin a kimono and go die, now can I?” you joked, trying to mask your pain. Izou gave you a small smile and nodded. He knew you were just trying to cheer him up, but it was sweet of you. You’d always been fairly sweet, something that he liked about you. 

     It felt like you were waiting an eternity, laying on the ground of the cave, trying to take deep breaths as the pain came and went in waves, each one seeming to crash harder than the last. Though maybe that was your imagination. Feeling something in your hand, you looked up, finding Izou to your side, your hand in his.

     “Just hang in there, squeeze my hand if you need to. It shouldn’t be much longer.” he said softly, making you smile. Even now, with his hair disheveled, his kimono torn, make-up smudged, and face lightly smeared with dirt, you couldn’t help but admire his beauty. The most beautiful man on the Grand Line, no one could convince you otherwise. To you, he always looked like some divine being from the heavens, a beauty so great that it couldn’t possibly be from this world. 

     An eternity later passed before you pulled his on hand, drawing his attention away from keeping a lookout.

     “Izou… I… I’m bleeding pretty badly, I probably won’t make it back.” you said, squeezing his hand again as another shot of pain hit you.

     “You’re going to be fine, Y/n. Just a little longer, I promise.” he said, giving you a worried smile. You just shook your head, you were too weak, there was no way you could make it back.

     “Pretty sure I’m not so I’d uh… I’d like to confess something.” you said, making the man look at you in concern. Taking a deep breath, you smiled at him, “I’ve liked you for years. Not as your second-in-command, not as friends, but… Liked you. I… I love you.” you said softly as Izou stared at you for a moment, “I couldn’t say anything before because I mean, look at you, you’re so… you have a beauty to you that just… like you’re from another world.” you said. Izou opened his mouth to say something, eyes widening when your body went limp. No, no this couldn’t be happening! Not to you! Not to the most spectacular woman he’d ever met, not before he could tell you that he loved you back.

     Groaning in pain, you opened your eyes. Weren’t you not supposed to feel pain after your death? Looking around, your brow furrowed. This looked like the infirmary. Sitting up, you winced, if this was the infirmary, why did everything hurt so badly? Wouldn’t Marco have healed you? Still, it wasn’t as bad as it had been before. Slowly, you removed the bandages, knowing that if and when Marco caught you, he’d kill you, but you had to see for yourself. The wound was stitched closed and looked like it was healing fine. Maybe you weren’t dead? An exasperated sigh drew your attention. Sure enough, there was Marco, looking at you rather irritably. 

     “I’ll have Ace get Izou for you while I rebandage your wound.” he said, telling the fire user to grab the division commander as he inspected your wound. It was already unbandaged, he might as well check it before rebandaging it. It didn’t take too long for the door to slam open, a frantic looking Izou standing in the doorway. A few strands of hair had fallen loose from their usual place and his eyes were wide as they landed upon you, but he looked better than he had back on the island. He was next to you in an instant, pushing Marco aside and pulling you into a tight embrace, much to the doctor’s annoyance. 

     “If you ever scare me like that again, I’ll have Pops put you on deck duty for a month! How can you just admit you love me when you think you’re dying?!” Izou said, his voice wavering as he held you, “You never even gave me a chance to respond! Don’t you know how rude it is to not give a person a chance to respond? How do you think I’d feel knowing that the woman of my dreams died after confessing her feelings to me without ever knowing that I feel the same way about her?!” he continued, his body trembling slightly. 

     “Bad, now get off my patient!” Marco demanded, pulling Izou away so he could continue checking your wound. While he understood that you two wanted a touching moment, it could wait until after your stomach had been rebandaged!

     Sitting in your bed, you let Izou hold you. You weren’t confined to the infirmary anymore, but you were still on bedrest, meaning that Izou had been taking every spare moment he had to visit you, hold you, and keep you company. After a very long, in-depth conversation, he’d told you that he’d felt the same way for quite some time, but had been concerned about your positions as commander and second-in-command to say anything. But when you’d confessed and then fallen unconscious, he hadn’t known what to do with himself. He never wanted something like that to happen again, he wanted you to know how he felt. Running your hand over the still healing wound, you couldn’t help but smile as you turned to him.

     “For all the pain, the trouble, the worry, I… I think I’m kind of glad how things turned out. I’m not dead and I have you.” you said softly, caressing his cheek. Izou could only nod in agreement, giving you a light kiss. He wasn’t exactly happy with how it had happened, but he was content with the outcome so he wouldn’t complain.

[fairyhagmother]

(in response to the reply on the felixravinstills blog) In my defense, you both are doing a lot of legwork keeping her tag alive most of the time. Sometimes a fandom/community really do be two blogs, lmaooo.

(missed going through these blogs too!)

Hope it's not too early to start asking about her. I don't know if you or your friend ever went into detail into it, I missed a lot, but i vaguely remember there being talk about Gaul's backstory. How do you think her parents were like? Do you have any hcs as to how her relationship with them was?

(I sent this here but if your friend wants to give their two cents/their own hcs that'd be lovely. Two cakes situation.)

-Gaulnon

HI GAULNON! We missed you! I’m considering this ask my first Xmas present as it is four am here 😌 happy holidays / happy Christmas if you celebrate!

Personally I was sort of inspired by the fact that her name is taken from one of the territories annexed by imperial Rome to have her be from a plebeian and non-patrician background. Abyssal has her meet Maximinius ravinstill at the academy, I usually set their meeting later bc although I imagine her parents being firmly middle class, they can’t afford the tuition of a school on scholars row.

I imagine both her parents working at the university. For thematic reasons, Her father was a botanist (also bc then it gives gaul something to talk about with the grandmaam LMAO yay for the political aspects of the garden! Order can only be achieved through violence this is a thing all good rulers and gardeners know etx) and her mother worked at the head of a typing pool when those were still a thing in panem. I think they are both very smart but also remarkably normal and gaul resents their lack of ambition a little. Her inherited social status is probably the one thing she is ‘touchy’ about throughout her life and political opponents will bring it up to humiliate her (even tho I hc that plebeians rose in status post dark days due to their loyalty to the Capitol).

I think a lot about the misinterpretation of Hobbes, and how Hobbes was a mathematician and grew up surrounded by violence and fear and how he thought freedom should be readily sacrificed in the name of order. Did you know he was born premature? His mother was traumatised by the invasion of the Spanish forces and went into premature labour. Hobbes called fear his twin and I think abt it a lot. I mention this bc one does not internalise his type of politics (although he wasn’t actually an authoritarian in the way we would now define the term but. I’m getting carried away) without having been exposed to some violence of some kind. I’m not sure yet.

Only thing I know is that volumnia refuses to develop class consciousness. come on girl you can do it! Once I jokingly imagined Mrs gaul unionising the typing pool and volumnia being like my mother is so stupid.

Ok what was I talking about again? I think as a single child she was close to her parents, that they were perhaps both admiring and scared of her, and actually encourage a lot of her. scientific pursuits? I imagine she would dissect a dead pigeon on the kitchen table and her parents would just be like. Volumnia not in the food prep zone!!!!

[prettyboybuckley]

Please tell me all about the werewolf au 🐺

Alrightyyyy

So for this I've stolen like half my lore from Teen Wolf and I'm just tweaking it to my liking. Eddie is a born wolf, while Buck gets bitten somewhere during his travels and manages to figure out what is going on but also just... doesn't know/realize that he's an omega and that most werewolves have a pack.

They meet when Eddie joins the 118, Buck is hostile at first until Eddie figures out what is going on and cue Buck being forcefully adopted into the LA division of the Diaz Pack (with Abuela as it's Alpha, obviously 😌)

Buck bares his teeth, sharp fangs peeking out from the corners of his mouth, and Eddie flashes his eyes before looking over his shoulder to makes sure no one is seeing Buck's ill-advised display of his supernatural powers. He moves a little closer, crowding Buck against the pillar in the middle of the station gym, a little more out of view of Chim where he's watching them from the corner of his eye from a distance. "Listen, I am just here to do my job, alright?" he says calmly. "If you have an issue with me being here because of your instincts or something, I'm sure we can work something out, just put me into contact with your Alpha." Eddie can see the exact moment that Buck's hostility turns to confusion, eyebrows creasing into a frown. "My Alpha?" The way he says the word immediately betrays his unfamiliarity with it, and realization hits Eddie square in the chest. Where he thought that Buck was simply some cocky asshole with a chip on his shoulder about this being his territory and a shitty grip on his instincts, it clearly goes much deeper. Buck is an omega, and it seems that he's a bitten one at that, and he probably has never had a pack before. "Dios mío," Eddie mutters, pinching the bridge of his noise as he tries to figure out what the hell he's going to do about this. "Uhm, alright, I think we need to have a talk, okay? Just, somewhere private."

wip ask game ✍🏻

[jackals-ships]

JACKAL I must apologize I was like I WILL GO CHECK F/O LIST because I am not 100% sure which bot you ship with (<- did not care about robots until suddenly I cared A LOT) though I thiiink it's Megatron bUT sorry if I'm wrong fkdjashkj BUT BEARING IN MIND I HAVEN'T FINISHED S1...I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR SHIP(S) 👀 and perhaps read fic at some point if you are able to find it @goldenworldsabound

(<- did not care about robots until suddenly I cared A LOT) IS AN ENTIRE MOOD THO HFKF tfp is like some sleeper cell activation code i SWEAR,,, + ur all good !! i gotta fiddle w my f/o list a lil and then repost it bc i kept meaning to make minor changes an then forgor,

BUT ANYWAYS YES !!! he's also, hilariously, one of the f/os i have a physical lil guy of despite being not on my radar as long as like garrus hf

also a read more bc i woke up Rambly today <3

he gets to sit with the ponies :} bc he canonically likes mlp at least according to the lil ask Megatron bit + there was a whole comics crossover (2 I think actually?)

breakdown + knockout are also My Besties they started out as like kinda baby crushes <- local aro can't tell the difference between Feelings even in fiction more at 11 [lighthearted] before megs came for my braincell with the fuckin. steel chair HFJ so seeing you go 👀🥰 at knocks i was like FUCK YEAH LETS GOO !!! im dropping into his work station from the ships vents like oooo someone's got a cruuuuush ooooo you wanna be all (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）don't u knocks- (jackal is once again banned from the nemesis)

okay okay but; i rlly only have one fic Finished and luckily had the foresight to post it to AO3. it's a lil older so not totally in character + canon but still silly and cute hjfkd

NOW GETTING INTO MY RED STRING TERRITORY-

when i get into something with a lot of continuities i tend to kinda? squish em together? or take bits and pieces going >:3 my city now, so the jackal x megatron ship is Primarily TFP but ive also absconded with fun movie details (like megs being i think it was 30? 40 ft tall? Fuck Huge,,,,) and also bits of comics lore/designs (holomatter is an interesting concept and im chewing on Meg's as we speak. gnawing on his arm even-)

but regardless this ship is totally my Slice Of Life Comedy Hour Chill LoFi Beats type of ship HKF like im a sucker for darker stuff higher stakes but i think this one has 0 stakes

like. like jackal and megatron literally met because jackal enjoys long walks on the beach exploring places Away from the city and Generally Away From Ppl to just sorta vibe. and ofc the normal thing to do when coming across a Definitely Alien And If Not Alien Then Like Secret Government Ship is to walk away. NOT wander ur happy lil ass inside like :0 yooooo what do These buttons do

and then when you get kicked out instead of getting squished like the bug you shouldn't come back via the air vents. again. and again and again and AGAIN and AG- until the local alien warlord gives in and is like "yeah okay this is my life now ig???" (soundwave was totally helping them btw. he likes drama 😌 and also has his own human hi adri so he can't say shit-) (also I've never decided on the Actual number of times they break it, in my brain it keeps slowly going up jus bc I find the concept SO funny. pov you're an alien warlord worried you got alien rodents and oh no NVM it's the human again. FUCK-)

it's absolutely the slowest burn too bc Meg's Refuses to admit that he has a crush on the weird squishy thing that keeps breaking in (until he's decided they're dating. and doesn't bother mentioning this) while jackals just 🥰 hehehoho big robot friend who calls me scraplet and sweetspark and sometimes puppy 🥰🥰🥰 also threatened to kill any mech who was mean to me 🤔🤔 weird. aaanyways

THERE'S ALSO a running joke in my head of that "what do you have?" "A KNIFE" "NO-" but it's jackal running off with energon bc you can't SHOW ME a cool liquid and have me NOT want to drink it !! Just a sippy. jus a lil- we'll have the hospital on speed dial pleeeeaaaase-😭

anyways tldr jackal megatron is "I'm not trapped with him he's trapped with me yaaaay :D" and "robot google; weird fuzzy feeling in spark?? how to remove weird fuzzy feeling?? robot google human exterminator near me-"

[unethicalmorals]

Lucky making a habit out of surprise kissing Bishop is really cute but also really funny because how long until Lucky just starts going into jumpscare territory? Is he hiding in Bishop's closet waiting for him to open it? You think he would cram himself into Bishop's dryer and wait for him to start a load? You think he'd drop down on him from a tree, fully knowing Bishop will go tumbing to the floor- but it's alright cuz Bishop always preferred having Lucky on top of him while they made out. Sure, the lead into kissing him was a bit intense and Bishop's back kinda hurts now but like it's fine cuz Lucky's basically trying to eat his face right now and he can bare a little pain if it means Lucky will keep kissing him like that

Bishop's Lucky brainrot making him not give a singular damn about how carried away Lucky might get because oughh it's Lucky🥺🥺🥺🥺 sure there's hickies all over his neck and shoulders and he has to hide them but like Lucky🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Sure Lucky bit him so hard he bled a little but have you ever considered it's Lucky🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Lucky can bite as hard as he wants, besides he apologized and kissed him afterwards😌 potential infection be damned‼️‼️‼️‼️ Lucky paying attention to him is all he needs‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Bishop my pathetic gay little nerd how I love you so keep being enthralled with that twink I'm rooting for you always and forever

- Watcher (Ripping off my shirt to reveal a shirt underneath that says "Bishop's #1 fan forever and always")

GUHHH 🥺🥺🥺 EXPLODES INTO A MILLION PIECES 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[whatsbename]

!!There are spoilers up ahead !!

Correct me if I'm wrong but I see a similarity in the way Eren and Thorfinn reciprocate their significant other's love. Both do not outrightly express it, nor do they pay much heed during the storyline (due of their attention being taken up by everything else in their lives). Still, when something befalls their loved one, they immediately halt everything else and prioritize them first. (Spoiler: for example, when Mikasa was being called a titan and accomplice of Eren and he absolutely lost it; Thorfinn finding out gudrid was still trapped in the jomsviking's territory)

Also, when faced with imminent death(ly situation), both characters picture their loved one to recall some strength or a last wish to keep them going and reassured (example: Eren before Mikasa beheads him opens his eyes just to see her T-T and Thorfinn picturing pregnant gudrid and little Karli before his fight)

Not sure if my brain was connecting dots or fooling around islands like thorfinn, but those who see it have reached successfully to my mental level 😌(not telling you if the levels are low or high, you'll have to figure that out yourself)

[edbloves]

Ooh question! On the heels of your statement about how sweet girl tries her hardest to be the perfect kid, is it hard for her to ask for things and have preferences and such? Like does it take a bit for her to start to say she wants to do THIS specifically or she really likes this because she’s just trying to be ok with whatever? I noticed in the fic it’s very, “Grace do u want breakfast?” or asking her what her favourite colour is, if she wants things to be returned and it all coaxes an answer out of her but without the question she doesn’t say much :( I love her so much she’s so precious

I love that you love her too 💖 she’s my precious angel baby

Good catch, too! In the early days, she won’t tell them what she wants unless outright asked because she doesn’t want to cause trouble or create work for them. She certainly won’t ask for anything, either. Really it all boils down to the fact that she doesn’t want to leave them.

Gale and John are also in early days of this too, experiencing the novelty of being parents at the same time she’s figuring them out as well, so they are reacting rather than preemptively acting. Between John’s withdrawal and Gale trying to hold down the fort alone on all fronts in unfamiliar territory, it takes them a while to truly understand it. At first, they assume it’s shyness that comes with new people. Early on, Gale kinda notes that she’s acting weirdly perfect but he glosses over it in those moments because A) he barely knows her yet, B) he’s not going to complain about a lack of meltdowns, and C) he’s just doesn’t have the capacity to handle that while John is not well. Even after Grace’s confession over her own fears, he doesn’t know enough (or trust his own judgement enough) to connect the dots to her fear of abandonment.

Eventually, they figure it out as they settle into their life together and Grace becomes more sure they’re not going to leave, she begins to feel brave enough to ask for things and gets more chatty …i.e John’s yapping tendencies start to show up.

Good question, thanks for the ask 😌🤍

[halfmoth-halfman]

Photo theories!!!! I think it’s a wedding photograph. Like the whole wedding party and canary is going to be hanging on a certain someone’s arm.

I have a little little littttle bit of hope that price will put together that a) canary told him that her ex was an abusive situation and that she had to run, b) that she’s clearly trying to be invisible (paid in cash fake name etc etc) and c) since the begining she has steered clear of any business and passed everyone but ghost’s defenses.

Like he has all the pieces, he knows she was married to a shit bag so it makes sense that she would want to hide in enemy territory and AND!!!!! Like they’re not targeting him they’re targeting her and chipping away at his club is an added bonus.

Hassan recognized her, he aimed right at her. That has to have been filed away with one of them right???

I JUST WANT CANARY TO BE SAFE AND SUPPORTED AND SHE DOESNT DESERVE TO HAVE HER TRUST BETRAYED LIKE THAT MY POOR GIRL hugs you hugs you hugs you

OOOOOOOO PHOTO THEORIES!!! ok let's go!!

well vance did say it was the best wedding he'd ever been to when he gave ghost the picture 👀 now who was in it and what was happening, i can't say yet but you're on the right track!!

price is a smart guy, he has to be for him to be in the position he's in, and he cares about his family above all else. and that family now includes canary. i don't think he'd ever dismiss what she's told him, or that anyone in the club would really ignore that she's very obviously trying to hide from someone.

i'm sure she'd be given her chance to tell her side, but even if price believes her, i can't imagine her feeling safe if anyone else (coughghostcough) still has these constant suspicions of her. and depending on what information he has, it might be able to make the others distrust her just enough that price would have to let her go.

one thing about price's enemies, they're smart too. and who knows, they could be going after her and the 141 is an extra bonus or it could be vice versa, they were going after the 141 and found her along the way??

hassan's a silly little sausage, isn't he?? and he did seem to pay extra attention to canary without caring who might've noticed 👀

canary's a good bean and deserves to have a happy and safe life of luxury and that's what she'll get with or without price and the 141😌

[emmedoesntdomath]

Mil and Ike

Both individual and as a pair 😌😌

Pleaseeeee

and we’re back to characters we canonically know nothing abouttttttttttt

so mike and ike are twins (because why would their names be like that if they weren’t????), and they DO look alike, in fairness. but no, they do not have telepathic powers, no, they are not the same person, no, they don’t act the same, yes, they share a birthday. (-real questions coming from a twin who has apparently met some of the stupidest people under the sun)

and- once again- they do not act alike (this for some reason shocks people?). they’re actually pretty damn close to polar opposites. mike’s loud, and chaotic, and has enough energy to power a city block. ike is a lot calmer, and generally shyer.

mike is basically everything you expect him to be. he’s the kid who goes, “do you think it’d be funny if I jumped off of the roof?” with race and albert crowing yes in the background and finch covering his eyes. he’s a mess, and definitely has problems with separating himself from alcohol and the cigars he nabs from race, but he tries his best.

ike has very firmly sworn off alcohol and the cigars (their dad was…not great), but he still watches his brother carefully, making sure he’s not doing too much. he’s what would be considered a DD now, and is always taking his friends home from the one bar that will let them spend their pennies. he knows SO much first aid because of mike, and consistently patches up the younger newsies who don’t know how to punch properly (and the older newsies, but that’s more broken rib, swollen eye territory). he wants to be a doctor, and saves every penny he makes to get himself there (although he doesn’t know it, mike’s doing the same with the little bit he doesn’t spend).

do they fight? make stupid decisions? come home a broken mess after one too many? for sure.

but they’re brothers, and shit, that’s what matters to them. mike’s going to sock whoever insult his brother in the jaw, and ike’s going to wrap his knuckles afterwards without a word. and eventually, when they’re not newsies, they’ll still be brothers. what else have they got?