#he's made of clay and sparkles and love

[theninjamouse]

Since my friend's birthday has passed, I can finally show off the gift I made her! It was so much fun making Snowby, and I plan to make one for myself as well. If people are interested in getting their own Snowby friend, let me know! I may set up a ko-fi shop and let people customize the bow and button colors

[s4kura-tr3]

Toji fushiguro — birthday boy

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, and you tiptoed across the quiet apartment, careful not to wake Toji. Today was a special day—his birthday. And you and Megumi had been planning a surprise for weeks.

“Shh,” you whispered as Megumi bounded over to you, his tiny hand clutching a handful of crayon drawings. His dark hair stuck out in all directions, and his emerald eyes sparkled with excitement.

“I finished the card,” Megumi whispered back, holding up a piece of paper decorated with scribbled stars and what vaguely looked like Toji’s scar. “Do you think he’ll like it?”

“Of course he will,” you assured him, ruffling his hair. “You worked so hard on it. Now, let’s make his favorite breakfast.”

Megumi hopped onto a stool beside the kitchen counter as you began cracking eggs into a bowl. Pancakes were on the menu, with all the toppings Toji loved—blueberries, whipped cream, and just a drizzle of honey. Megumi insisted on adding chocolate chips, too.

“Can I do the flipping?” he asked, practically bouncing on his stool.

“Hmm… only if you promise not to launch the pancake into the ceiling this time,” you teased, earning a pout.

As the kitchen filled with the smell of warm batter and sizzling bacon, Megumi carefully arranged the table. He placed his card right in the center, along with a small, lopsided clay trinket he’d made—a tiny dog, inspired by his shikigami.

By the time Toji stirred awake, the two of you were ready.

“Surprise!” you and Megumi shouted as he shuffled into the living room, shirtless and still half-asleep.

Toji blinked, clearly caught off guard. His gaze softened as he took in the scene—the breakfast spread, the decorations Megumi had helped you hang, and the little boy beaming with pride.

“This for me?” Toji asked, his rough voice laced with affection.

Megumi nodded furiously, running up to him. “Happy birthday, Dad! Look, I made you this!”

Toji crouched down, accepting the card and the clay dog. He studied them for a long moment before pulling Megumi into a rare hug, his large hand gently ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Thanks, kid,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You did good.”

Megumi’s grin widened, and you couldn’t help but smile at the tender moment.

Toji’s eyes flicked to you, his expression softening further. “And you,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Thanks for all this.”

“Well, someone’s gotta make sure you feel special,” you teased, leaning into him.

As the three of you sat down to enjoy the meal, you couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of contentment. It wasn’t often that Toji let his guard down, but today was different. Today, he was just a man surrounded by the people who loved him most.

And judging by the way he polished off the pancakes with a rare smile, it was safe to say this birthday was a success.

[bigtreefest]

In Your Arms

Pairing: Husband! Jake Jensen x Wife! Reader (Newlyweds)

Summary: Jake tries to treat you to a spa day on your honeymoon

Word count: 1,668

Content/warnings: to be safe 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, allusions to and attempts of smut, semi-sexual nudity, mentions of massages, a bath together, ummm Jake and his wedding ring🥵, alcohol consumption, lovey sleepy vibes, allusions to wedding night and first time together/loss of virginity

A/N: This entire idea was inspired by this Astarion Fanart by @panksage Not my fandom, but I really liked the concept, even if the idea kinda ran away from me. Enjoy, my lovely hoes😉 (also, this will def become a Drabble AU so don’t be afraid to send asks and interact!!)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You reached your hands out in front of you, blindly searching for him, arms waving haphazardly, grasping at air until your fingertips caught something with a tink of glass and the soft clang of metal.

“Ow.”

You sheepishly curled in on yourself a little, shoulders raising towards your ears, your hands moving more gently now as they found their way to his cheeks, thumbs lightly brushing his skin and the edges of his goatee.

With an exhale of a soft laugh, you spoke, “Sorry. I couldn’t find you. Didn’t mean to catch your glasses.”

Your eyes were covered, hidden behind two fresh slices of cucumber, which gave you mixed emotions. On one hand, your sense of hearing was heightened, allowing you to drink in the beautiful, low laughter of your husband that you might’ve missed otherwise. But on the other, you couldn’t see his radiant smile, the one that made you melt every time, beams of affection spreading outward from your heart.

You felt the warmth of his body climbing over yours, the dip of the bed from his knees coming up between your legs. You spread them to make more room for him, your robe riding up your thighs. The weight of his hands pressed into the pillow on either side of your head.

Small breaths danced across your lips, the sensation on the rest of your face dampened by the clay mask he had so lovingly applied to you minutes ago. The already dim light barely reaching the back of your eyelids darkened as soft lips pressed against yours.

As he pulled away, you let out a giggle, chasing him in his retreat before settling back down into the cool bedding.

“Jake, you can’t tease me like that. Come back. I want more.”

You pulled him back towards you with your hands still on his cheeks, smiling into the kiss. This time he lingered, lips slotting against yours, tongue wandering into your mouth, finding itself in a delicate dance you knew all too well.

Jake’s hand made its way down from by your head to your hip, rubbing back and forth before he moved it to ease open the front of the terry cloth fabric that loosely draped over you. The gentle touch of his callused fingers on the soft skin there was enough to set your body alight. You couldn’t stand it anymore. You needed to see him.

“Jacob. Get these things off my eyes,” you pleaded to him softly.

Jake happily obliged, plucking one off and popping it into his mouth. With one eye open, you watched him chomp down on the crisp slice, chewing with a smile as he reached for the second.

“Better?”

You nodded, sitting up on your elbows to untie the robe fully and welcome him closer to you with a tug of your heel against his lower back.

“Much better.”

Your left hand made its way back up to Jake’s face, taking note of the green tip of his nose, residual from it bumping against yours just moments ago.

Jake’s shoulders raised up and down with his more ragged breaths from the sight of your bare form. The new diamond on your finger sparkled with the movement, but the true gleam you were drawn to was the one in your partner’s eyes.

The circles made by his thumb on your sensitive skin traced closer and closer towards where you were heating up, begging for his touch once again. But this was supposed to be a chance to relax. A chance for Jake to ease your weary body after the last night’s activities. Leave it to newlyweds to not be able to take their hands off each other.

Just as he reached in between your legs to feel your heightening arousal, though, your breath was caught in a wince as your body jumped.

Jake looked up at you, his eyebrows gathered in the center of his forehead in concern. He was looking to you for guidance on his next move.

His gaze was caught in a volley between your misty eyes, slightly dejected about your tenderness that lingered from the night before; the first whole joining of your bodies.

“Still sensitive? That’s okay. We can do something else. I did promise you a massage, after all.” His voice was a sweet, calming whisper.

He understood. Of course he did. He was your husband now. The two of you had been so in sync from the moment you had met, and this was no exception. You were more bonded now than ever before.

“Massage later? Maybe for when the soreness goes away. I think it’s all a little too tempting right now.”

Jake nodded, moving to give you a kiss on your hairline, just above the seam of the face mask.

“Whatever you need, babe. How about a bath?”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch with a contented sigh. “That sounds perfect, Jakey Bear”

Before you could even think to get out of bed yourself, he was scooping you up, leaving your robe behind, and carrying you bridal style to the oversized resort bathroom. How fitting. Jake gently placed you on the edge of the tub, turning around to grab a washcloth, letting out a small chuckle when he saw the green tip of his nose in the mirror. He wet the cloth in the sink and swiped the small bit off.

When he turned back to you, he gently knelt at your feet, motioning with his hands for you to come forward towards him. With your arms on your knees, you leaned in, closing your eyes as he gently wiped off the mask.

Your eyes fluttered open, met with his soft smile. The one that always looked like it was admiring you, soaking you in with disbelief that you loved him. You chose him and let him into your life.

Jake set the cloth to the side and moved in towards you. You met his action, surprised when he kept going past you, reaching for the knob to turn on the hot water, squirting in some bubble bath solution that laid on the rim of the tub, too. Your hands flew to your face in a small laugh of embarrassment.

Jake’s warm hands wrapped around your wrists, releasing your gaze from where it hid.

“Sorry, babe.”

He gave you a quick peck on your lips, pulling away too soon as he went to get up. Your hands grasped his before he could flee.

“No, where are you going? Don’t leave me.”

Jake gave you a grave look. “I’d never leave you. Did I not make that clear in my vows? I’ll be right back, I promise.”

You nodded and let out an exhale, dropping Jake’s hands. He turned quickly to jog out of the bathroom and returned with a bottle in one hand, two champagne glasses in the other: a gift so graciously provided by the hotel.

The water and bubbles in the tub were reaching a good height, so Jake set down the glassware and stood straight, moving to take off his own robe and let it fall to the floor. You rose to your feet to meet him, a hand gravitating to his hip, the other going straight to his belly, gently tracing the trail of hair that marked the midline of his abs.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your palm rubbing flat circles on his soft skin as he smiled back down at you. Jake cocked his head to the side.

“What is it, my dear wife?”

You preened under the thought of that. You were his wife. And he was your husband. Each other’s forever. And yet you still couldn’t get enough of him.

“Just like being close to you, my dear husband. Now get in the tub so I can crawl in your lap.”

Jake eagerly followed your instruction, stepping into the luxury infinity tub with his long legs before he reached out his arms to help you in. Your eyes went wide as you almost slipped and you felt his grip tighten around you. He had you. He always would. Your fingertips grasped around the firm muscle of his biceps.

“God, Mr. Jensen. Why are you so beefy? I’m not sure if this is any better in keeping us calm than the massage would’ve been.”

Jake blushed and nodded in agreement. He would never get used to how much you loved all of him.

“I….don’t know what you want me to say about the first part, but on the second one, I agree.”

He lowered himself to sit in the bath, the bubbles reaching his lower shoulder. His grasp was firm on your waist to guide you down in front of him so you sat between his legs. Jake let out a low groan as you settled into place and that’s when you felt him, half hard against your back.

“Oh yeah. Definitely agree on the second part. But I’m gonna try and ignore that to just share in this time with you, Mrs. Jensen.”

With Jake’s hands occupied with running softly and lovingly up and down your sides, you reached for the champagne, popping the cork out and pouring a single glass near the top. You took a sip, then shifted to sit sideways in his hold to prop the glass up to his lips. Jake moved his hand over your belly button to secure the two of you and you could feel the warm metal of the gold band on his left hand against your skin. Your fingertips caressed his arm, down towards his hand, weaving in with it, metal rings sitting against each other. He craned his neck over your shoulder and caught the smile that had subconsciously taken over your face, sharing in his own and basking in the warm, bubbly love before drinking down the rest of the glass, shared between the two of you like everything else would be from now on.

Bonus A/N: What do you think, Jakey glasses or no glasses in the tub? Because on one hand, it’s adorable when they fog up, but also baby can’t see. Or do you think he’s chilling there all squinty? Also adorable.

Taglist: @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @hawkeyes-queen

[nats-firefly]

secret hobbies

natasha romanoff x reader

summary: Your strong muscular girlfriend shows you one of her lesser known hobbies.

warnings: daddy kink, beefy!nat, choking very briefly, strap on use (r receiving), teasing, fingering (r receiving), smut 18+ only

a/n: once again a repost from my old blog (twilight-99-tm), if you have any other ones you's like me to repost, let me know <3

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

words: 2.5k | feedback is always welcome | masterlist

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Natasha’s face snuggled deeper into the crook of your neck while the two of you laid on the couch. Nat was trying to take a nap, arms wrapped around your body with her slow, even breaths tickling your neck while you scrolled through your phone, soft tiktok audios filling the space of her bedroom. 

One of your hands stroked Natasha’s hair while the other tapped your screen, the contents on the device pulling the other woman’s attention. That’s where you stayed for a while, Natasha’s eyes fluttering closed every now and then, your shared laughter occasionally filling the room.

The next tiktok that played was of someone making pottery, spinning the clay as if it was nothing. Your eyes sparkled, letting the video loop over and over again. Natasha smirked, looking up at you to find your enamored expression.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” You said, pausing the tiktok and looking down at the redhead smirking up at you. “Have you ever made pottery?”

“Hmm,” She hummed, before leaving a chaste kiss to your neck and sitting up, strong thighs on either side of your hips as she took your hands into hers. “Come with me.”

She stood up, tugging your hand when you refused to get up. “But baby, we were so comfy.”

“C’mon,” She said, easily pulling you up onto your feet, arms flexing with her movement. “You’re gonna like this.”

You leaned your chin up, ever so slightly puckering your lips in protest. She chuckled and leaned down, pressing her lips against yours. You kissed her back, smiling against her lips as you wrapped your hands around her neck. Her arms made their way around your waist and down to your thighs, and before you knew it, you were being carried down the hallway.

“Where are we going?” You asked, not recognizing this part of the compound.

“You’ll see,” She said, smiling lazily as she walked down a flight of stairs. She put you down in front of two wooden doors, before scanning her thumbprint to unlock them. 

Your jaw dropped when you walked inside, floor to ceiling shelves filled with pottery or bags of clay. There was a large window on one side of the room, and right in front of it a pottery wheel with a stool. You walked further inside, Natasha following behind you holding your hand. 

“Is this,” You took in your space one more time, turning around to face your girlfriend. “Your art studio?”

Natasha almost blushed. She’d never brought anyone else here. The only person that knew about this was Tony and even he was sworn to secrecy. She nodded, pulling you closer to her and hiding her face in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around her as you cooed, burying your hands in her hair. 

“Big, bad, Natasha Romanoff, likes making pottery,” You said, swaying the two of you as you took in more of the space. Every corner screamed Natasha, from the forgotten coffee cups on the counter, to the pictures of you on the desk off to the side, and the small radio in the corner. “It’s cute.”

“Don’t make fun,” She mumbled. “It’s fun, and relaxing.”

“I wasn’t making fun, baby,” You said, bringing her face out from your neck so you could look her in the eyes. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

She smiled as she looked at you, leaning forward to meet your lips once again. You gasped before she could pull away. “Did you make that pot you gave me the cactus in?”

The grin spreading over her face said it all, and you don’t think you’ve ever been more in love than right now. You pulled away from her, walking over to the pottery wheel and looking around the room. 

“So,” Your fingers trailed over the top, sheepishly looking over at Natasha. “Are you gonna show me how to do it?”

“Do you want to?” She asked, excited.

“Do I want my hot strong girlfriend to show me how to throw pottery? Uhh, let me think about it.”

“You’re a dork,” She said, beckoning you to follow her. 

“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” She leaned down to kiss you quickly before pulling an apron down from the hook. She draped it over your head before you turned around, her lips meeting the back of your shoulder as she tied it around your waist. 

Natasha put her own apron on before moving to cut a large chunk of clay from a block, telling you to go sit by the pottery wheel. Your eyes followed the way her arms moved as she handled the chunk, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip when she threw it harshly onto the wheel in front of you. Thank God for muscle tanks.

She brought a bowl of water and a sponge closer before approaching you, asking for your hand. You looked up at her, very obviously trailing your eyes up her body. The apron tied snugly around her waist only accentuated her muscles and if you had a little less self-control you’d be drooling. 

“I thought you wanted me to show you how to do it,” She said, taking your hand when you didn’t react. You let her pull you up, clearing your mind of the filthy thoughts your brain had come up with. She sat on the stool you had just stood up from. “Come sit on my lap, princess.”

You pursed your lips, letting her pull you into her. You made yourself comfortable atop her toned thighs, her breath against the back of your neck sending a small shiver you felt down to your core. You closed your eyes, your breath catching in your throat as her lips connect with where your neck meets your shoulder. You lean back into her as she runs her hands down your arms, taking your hands in hers. 

“Let’s start,” She mumbled into your skin, making you turn your attention back to the task at hand. Her hands almost completely covered yours as she placed them on the piece of clay. Natasha smirked as she watched your face, she could clearly tell your mind was elsewhere, exactly where she wanted it. “I’m gonna start spinning the wheel.”

Her thigh flexed under you as she pressed down the pedal, your own thighs clenching at the movement. “Go ahead, baby, try to start shaping it.”

Natasha pressed against you, it snapped you out of your train of thought, making you focus back on your hands. Natasha placed her hands on your hips, holding them against her as she watched you try to shape the clay. You grunted, the material feeling too hard and dry against your hands to make any progress.

“Baby, it’s too hard,” You whined, slumping back into her. You looked up at her with your best puppy dog eyes, if only she could move those hands further down. Natasha pushed you forward, straightening you up. She placed your hands back on the clay, leaning over and taking a sponge from a bowl of water. You felt her thigh tense again and had to suppress a moan.

“You have to get it nice and wet, sweetheart,” The cool water dripped down the clay and mixed with your fingers, immediately making it easier to shape. Natasha licked her lips before leaving a trail of wet kisses up your neck to the corner of your jaw. “Look at that, your hands look so good working on this.”

Your eyes fluttered closed, her lips connecting back to your skin. You shuddered, struggling to maintain the shape you were molding. “I know where they could look better.”

One subtle shift of her hips and you felt it. Natasha smirked against your neck when you stiffened, making the semi-shaped blob turn back into an unrecognizable shape once again. Natasha tsked, taking your chin softly between her fingertips and making you focus back down on what you were doing. “Eyes on your work, princess.”

You’re not sure if it was the way her voice went down or the rasp that suddenly became apparent, you just couldn’t help the moan that erupted from your throat. “Daddy…”

Her hand trailed down your neck, fingers subtly wrapping around your neck before pressing briefly. You gulped, suddenly becoming aware of the increasing wetness between your thighs as you clenched them together. Natasha hummed against you, sucking a mark onto the skin on your neck as her hands roamed down your body. 

“C’mon, detka,” She mumbled, hands curling around your thighs, and spreading them apart just enough so she could idly run her fingertips up and down your inner thigh. “I don’t wanna have to get my hands dirty, I’d much rather have them right here instead.”

She slid her fingers down to your core, pressing down against it over your clothes. You whined, pushing and grinding back against her. Your brain was becoming overwhelmed with the feeling of her against you, not wanting to focus on anything but that. “B-but, I-”

“Shh,” She shushed you, her fingers starting a slow movement sliding up and down. You have never hated the two layers of clothing separating her fingers and your skin more. You felt her arms flex around you as she pulled your hips back against her. “But what baby? Can’t think with Daddy’s hands all over you?”

“I- Pleas-” You stuttered, struggling to come up with words as you pathetically rocked against the redhead’s hand. You pulled back from the wheel, fully leaning against Natasha for support. This time, she didn’t protest, giving in to what you wanted in favor of all the pretty noises you were making for her. You needed to do the one thing you knew would give her no choice but to take you right there and then. “Please Daddy, I need you to fuck me.”

By the way her hands stiffened against you, you knew you played your cards right. Natasha is always one to tell you how much she likes it when you use your words. She practically stood up with you, turning you around and pulling your apron’s string behind your back. She slid it over your head before roughly slamming you against her workbench. 

Her lips slammed against yours, her tongue immediately colliding with yours between moans and whines. Natasha slid her hands down to your hips and easily lifted you onto the tabletop. Your legs parted on instinct, allowing the older woman to stand right between them. Her fingers easily undid the button of your pants and pulled down the zipper, giving her enough space to slide her hand into your pants and feel how you’d already ruined your underwear. 

“This all for me, princess?” She asked, smirking against your lips. You whined in response, crossing your hands behind her head and trying to pull her closer. “Nuh-uh keep those hands right there, let Daddy do the work.”

Your brain practically melted as she wrapped one arm around your body, easily lifting you up so she could pull your pants and underwear down in one go. Her fingers easily met your core once again, coating themselves in your wetness as you moaned against her lips.

“Please, Daddy,” You whined, rocking your hips forward so you were almost grinding against her. “I need you, please.”

“Patience, my love,” She said, easily pushing two fingers past your entrance. You gasped at the intrusion, legs clenching around her arm as she moved her fingers inside you. Her lips met your neck again, leaving marks in their wake as they kissed down to the collar of your shirt. You whined, clenching around her fingers as she reached the perfect spot inside you.

You tried pushing Natasha closer to you by bringing your crossed wrists closer to your body. Natasha smirked, leaning in just enough to tease you, eyes glued to your face. Your eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, lips parted and waiting for Natasha’s. She hovered her lips right above yours, breaths mingling in the small space separating them. She loved being this close to you, she loved knowing how good she was making you feel.

“Nat-Natasha,” You whined, clenching around her fingers. She knew you were close, but she had to drag it out longer, seeing how much you could take. 

“That’s not my name,” She corrected, curling her fingers in the way she knew made your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“Daddy, please,” Your voice came out unsteady as you tried to hold yourself back. “I-I’m gonna cum.”

“Not yet sweetheart,” She said, withdrawing her fingers. Tears almost rolled down your cheeks at the loss of contact, your core yearning for sweet release. “I want you to cum on my cock.”

Natasha leaned back and slid her pants down enough so she could take out the strap, your core tightening at the mere sight of it. You reached forward, taking a handful of Natasha’s shirt and pulling her into you. You kissed messily, trying to feel as much of the other as possible. 

The tip of the strap nudged your entrance, making your hips shift closer to the edge of the table. Natasha broke the kiss, just long enough to slide the large toy into your cunt. You moaned against Natasha as you bottomed out, the toy easily sliding in with your arousal alone. The redhead grunted as she began to fuck into you. The force made you support your weight on your hands behind you, your ankles locking behind Natasha. 

Your thighs clenched around Natasha’s body as she brought you closer and closer to the edge. The mumbles leaving your lips only spurring her on more. She looked at your face contorting in pleasure before trailing her lips down your jaw and onto your neck. Her hand moved from holding your hip to rest on your front, thumb rubbing against your clit. 

“You close, baby?” She asked, baby hairs sticking to her face as she continued thrusting into you. You couldn’t do anything other than nod, sloppily trying to move your hips in sync with hers. Natasha paused, pulling out before quickly and roughly flipping you onto your stomach on the table and sliding the strap back in. You arched your back in pleasure, reaching up and gripping the other edge of the table. Natasha held your hips, the sounds of your drenched pussy filling the room. “Cum for me, princess.”

You didn’t need any more than that to send you over the edge. Your body shook as the intense orgasm washed over you. Natasha slowed her thrusts, letting you ride out your orgasm as she watched you twitch under her. She slowly slid the toy out from your pussy when she saw your grip let up on the other side of the table, carefully flipping you around once again. You weakly reached up, wanting Natasha closer to you but too weak to sit up yourself.

“Fuck, Nat,” You mumbled, thighs instinctively twitching when the strap nudged your entrance when she came closer. 

Natasha’s lips moved softly against yours, her arms holding you against her as you lazily kissed her back. Her hands slid down to cup your ass, enjoying the way you whined softly against her. The two of you shared a blissful moment enjoying each other's closeness before she pulled away. 

“Do you have any other secret hobbies I should know about?”

[initforthelolzz]

No one does queer representation quite like One Piece.

Allow me to explain in great detail.

I’m going to talk about the queer rep in Impel Down, and you’d best buckle up cause it’s rant time.

Impel Down is one of my favorite arcs because I love the story line, it’s downright hilarious, and Luffy’s struggle to rescue Ace is incredibly compelling.

But there is another reason why I love Impel Down so much, and that’s the queer rep that utterly knocked me off my feet.

Now, I’ve come to accept that queer representation in anime (not touching on any other media in this rant) is generally nonexistent or extremely rare… if you’re watching anything other than a BL.

On the rare occasion that we do find some LGBT rep it is usually extremely subtle, and shown exclusively in convoluted subtext and minuscule details that are easily overlooked. While this representation is so incredibly meaningful to everyone who’s able to pick it out, the subtly makes it all the more easy for homophobes to argue that it was never in the first place.

Keeping all this in mind, I finally picked up One Piece several months ago after refusing to watch it for a long-assed time (It was too long and I thought the art style was weird. Dear god have I eaten my words.) I’d heard on social media that One Piece was big on trans representation, but I wasn’t prepared at ALL for what I’d find in that department.

I had NOT expected to find One Piece’s treasure trove of LGBT characters in Impel Down of all pleases, and the shock factor made it so much better.

The arc had already been chaotic as fucking hell by the time Luffy reunited with Bon Clay, and their reunion made me tear up. Like dude!

I hadn’t been particularly attached to Bon Clay before but THIS ^ was it. This scene right here, he wormed his way into my heart istfg.

Can we appreciate this scene please?! The sparkles in the background?? The leg lifting?! The REUNION HUG?!?! I love this so dearly not just because it’s fucking ADORABLE but because of what it *says.*

Bon Clay is an outwardly queer character, and Luffy absolutely adores him. Those two are best friends and we treat queer people with respect and they are good people. We can be friends with them and allies with them and they aren’t something to shy away from just because they’re different.

Be fucking for real. The representation is so positive, and it never ceases to blow me away.

If you thought that this representation was enough YOU WERE WRONG because this BARELY SCRATCHED THE SURFACE.

Iva. Emperio Ivankov. The Queen of the Queers. He is a gender fluid ICON and a literal drag queen. His special attack is a wink that blows shit up. His Devil Fruit ability is quite literally hormone therapy.

Do I need to say more?

THATS RIGHT, I FUCKING DONT

Now, this is One Piece we’re talking about, so naturally characters are going to be wildly exaggerated but ARE YOU KIDDING

IVA’S ABILITY IS HORMONE THERAPY. HE CHANGES PEOPLE’S GENDER AS AN ATTACK. HIS POWER WORKS THROUGH SYRINGE NEEDLES THAT POP OUT FROM UNDER HIS ACRYLIC NAILS.

I love Iva so fucking much words cannot describe 😭

Oda didn’t just say “look, I made a queer character” he really said “fuck it, nuclear option it is.” It is literally impossible to ignore the fact that Iva is LGBT, and One Piece’s queer rep is SO IN YOUR FACE, especially in Impel Down. It’s impossible to ignore, which is the stark opposite from the usual business with “implied” queer characters in anime.

Implied? HAH.

There is a kingdom of gay people living INSIDE THE WALLS of the biggest prison in the world. They are led by a gender fluid drag queen and run a strip club bar in the middle of a fucking prison, where they drag new gays through the cracks in the walls to join them.

Dude.

I love One Piece so much.

All joking aside, the introduction of Iva and his kingdom of gays drove me to tears. Like deadass. The representation literally drove me to tears, I was sobbing.

Why? Because it was so positive.

Do you know how meaningful that is?

It made me fucking cry, man.

Iva’s speech introducing his gay kingdom, like goddamn. I can’t even remember exactly what he said because I was crying the whole time.

“We’re here and we’re queer.” That’s a quote from fucking One Piece, dude. I can’t, I can’t.

It wasn’t just the introduction of Iva’s kingdom or the LITERAL LESBIAN COUPLE SITTING AT THE BAR, it was the way the sense of community was presented.

We’re called the LGBTQ Community and I don’t know if Oda’s a member or not but HOT damn if he doesn’t know what it means to be a part of it.

I’m talking about the Luffy situation. He fought the Warden and got his ass handed to him. He was poisoned to all hell and about to die at 17 but Bon picked him up and carried him to Iva’s Kingdom. He’s wanted to meet Iva his whole life but by the time he did he was more worried about Luffy’s condition than anything else.

And then we find out that Luffy had insisted that Bon get medical treatment before he did. What a guy. When Iva got Luffy, he said that it was a lost cause to try and overcome the poison. But he was willing to give it a try anyway.

Let’s discuss.

Iva injected Luffy with hormones to help him beat the poison. Luffy underwent hormone therapy. (I will cling to this tidbit of information forever, YOU CANT TAKE IT FROM ME.) When Bon woke up, he demanded to see Luffy.

Iva warned him about what he would find, but brought Bon to Luffy at his request. When Bon found Luffy, he found his friend chained up and screaming in excruciating pain. We didn’t see Luffy in full at all during this time, but when Bon looked through the door he was horrified.

He got defensive. He started yelling at Iva, saying that the person inside that room was not the Luffy he knew.

Iva was firm, and told Bon that Luffy was going through a tough challenge, and he would be different afterwards, but he was still the same Luffy.

Do you see it? Can you read between the lines? This exchange made me sob all over again. Why? I urge you to think about it, to see the underlying message here.

Bon broke down into tears, realizing that Luffy was fighting for his life. He apologized and took back his harsh words.

Then he spent hours outside Luffy’s cell, screaming till his throat was raw and cheering him on. He couldn’t do anything to help Luffy, Luffy was fighting this battle on his own. But he could be there for him.

I ask you again, do you see it?

As the hours passed, others in Iva’s kingdom trickled out to see what Bon was doing. They told him to stop screaming, that it was useless. They mocked him, told him he was being a fool.

Then Iva stood up for him, and told them to see Bon for what he was doing. He couldn’t help Luffy, but he could cheer him on. He could be there for him.

Within moments, the entire kingdom was outside Luffy’s cell. Cheering him on. Encouraging him. Supporting him. They didn’t know who he was but they saw him fighting and immediately backed him up.

It isn’t just representation, merely the presence of a queer character or even an entire kingdom of gays that makes it meaningful. It’s how those characters are shown, how they behave.

Oda could have thrown in a queer character here and there and left it at that, but he went out of his way to show the incredible support system that this community provided. They jumped to Luffy’s aid. They were so supportive and cheered him on until he beat the poison. They fought alongside him… and you know what else?

When Luffy woke up, he accepted them in a heartbeat. He didn’t question anything, just saw a bunch of people and thought “huh. New friends!”

Oda’s representation is exaggerated as much as it is painstakingly accurate in nature and positive to a tee. Obviously it isn’t perfect. Iva and the squad were still mocked, called “freaks” and “weirdos.”

But it’s about Luffy. How Luffy behaves. How Luffy reacts. Even in the face of how the rest of society views Iva and his kingdom, Luffy sees them as friends and allies and doesn’t give a singular shit if they’re gay or not.

Luffy accepts everyone, and he doesn’t draw the line at queer people. The aroace king himself. You heard it here, Luffy is the ultimate ally.

Of course I’m not even scraping the surface on this topic and Oda’s representation is in no way perfect, but Impel Down remains the greatest example of queer rep that I’ve seen this far.

You gotta give credit where credit is due ✨

[omegalomania]

the thing is that i can still remember the way it felt.

end of november, 2022, suddenly every feed lights up. they're doing something. people are posting images of the chicago tribune, a full page ad that has this bicolored logo, a face both happy and sad, black and white, and it simply says: FOB8.

"is this real?" quite a few people were skeptical after the years-long pause between mania and now. "i'm not convinced."

"it's a full-page ad in a single chicago newspaper out of nowhere, right after joe got finished doing a whole book tour where he insisted they had no new music to speak of," i answered. "of fucking course it's real. it has fall out boy all over it."

i remember so vividly the sense of wonder that arrived on christmas morning of that same year, when i woke up at the exact right moment to learn that fall out boy did something again. an eerie, playful, earnest, weird claymation video with a haunting soundtrack, featuring a little black and brown dog. it was mystifying and bizarre and striking - a sprinkling of stardust on the dog's muzzle that prompted it to sneeze - and the adrenaline rush i got from the snippet of heart-pounding drums and guitar was the best gift i'd received all year.

so much (for) stardust. i've said it before and i'll say it again - it's a damn near perfect title. it's a play on words, it has multiple meanings nested into one another. given enough time, we all fall apart like so much dust, like so much stardust because that's where we came from. we are made of and from stardust. for stardust. so much for stardust. so much for the cosmic clay that shaped us. so much for this life, so much for the very foundational fucking firmament from which we we all sprang, so much for this whole strange weird existence. it's exhaustion and anger and spite and frustration and, at the same time - it's wonder. it's love. it's a doberman frozen in an instant of elated play, snapping at bubbles. it's a dog breed conventionally associated with danger captured in a moment of buoyant delight. it's an oil painting, surrounded by words shaped from sparkling clay.

it's love.

it's a record full to bursting with love. it's in the very first song they sent to us, sending us their love from the other side of the apocalypse. it's a record that says yes, the world is a mess and it feels insurmountable. maybe existence is meaningless. maybe it's all fucking pointless and we're all gonna die anyway. but like hell that means i'm not going to love life with all that i am. like hell i am going to let that stifle me. if nothing matters, then love is what matters.

and they committed to it, too. if there's one thing we can take away from so much for (tour)dust, it's that fall out boy loves us the way we love them. they'd have to, right? they could have called it quits years ago. hell, they could've packed it up after the hiatus and just never come back. they'd have to really love doing this to want to keep at it, years later, and look at that. they have.

fall out boy, at the end of the day, is propelled by love. they have to really love what they do to keep doing it. they have to love each other, love the music, love the fans, to keep doing what they do. this is something they've repeatedly asserted over the course of this tour and record cycle: the sheer, shared joy, the positive feedback loop of creative energy that comes from sharing something you made with the world and seeing the world respond in turn.

the world is a wreck and it feels, at times, like nothing you do matters or changes anything. so much (for) stardust is the antithesis to that kind of existential apathy. look, it says. look at what your love has changed. because as desolate and nightmarish and inescapable as the pitfalls of this strange, oftentimes terrifying existence can be - we have laughter, we have good friends, we have good music, and we have the ability to not let our own ennui defeat us. there are things in this world worth living for. there are things in this world worth loving. you have to love one another. you have to laugh and do whatever silly, inane thing makes you feel alive. you have to hug your friends and sing with them, cry with them, and savor every drop of this life that we get. prioritize love. be seriously unserious.

a week before this record came out, i spent some 6-7 hours in a car driving to a record store to hear it with a bunch of people, many of them strangers. i heard so much (for) stardust in its entirety in a record store with one of my favorite people, surrounded by awed chatter as we all drank it in. we didn't catch all the words, but the ones we heard sank into us and took root. i almost couldn't bear to wait for to hear the record properly.

a year later, it's sunk into the recesses of my soul. i'm not sure it'll ever come unstuck there. i don't think i want it to.

thanks for the stardust, fall out boy.

we love you back.

[danosrosegarden]

heart for brains - karl heisenberg x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚♡

{contents ♡ turbulent feelings, a good mix of fluff and angst, somnophilia, penetrative sex (genitals of reader not specified)}

{word count ♡ ~700}

{author's note ♡ this piece was originally going to be this year's kinktober day five, but i just couldn't wait! i'm new to the resident evil fandom, so if this is horrifyingly ooc or "he would not fucking say that" in any way, please avert your eyes and pretend you saw nothing. enjoy!}

♡ a bizarre flurry of emotions fluttered through your veins each time you looked at him. it was unfamiliar territory, whatever it was you two had going on. you were both navigating without compasses. the thick, sugary-sweet warmth of another body laying in bed next to him was something karl never thought he'd want. the comforting wrap of arms around your shoulders was something you never thought you'd need.

♡ but it was all a far, confusing cry from picturesque. you spent hours at the end of most days trying to piece together the shards of broken glass scattered around the frame.

♡ sometimes you raised your voices. sometimes you went to bed with any gently glowing, good memories snuffed out by the scorching hot anger you felt pulsating through your body. yet still, more times than you'd like to admit, you felt pools of tears glistening like dirty, shameful rivers in your eyes. goddamnit, why did you care like you did? if you were to be dancing this dizzying, aching tango with any other man, you would have ruled a long time ago that he just wasn't worth it. what made heisenberg so fucking special?

♡ the good moments did exist. you thought of them with a skipping heart and soft smile. how deeply those moments moved you. those moments where he'd let you run your nimble fingers through his hair. those moments where you'd let him sew tender kisses onto your neck. you knew it didn't come easy for either of you.

♡ you should understand something crystal clearly: it wasn't that he didn't care for you, too. karl reran the tapes in his head constantly, in fact: your sparkling sunshine smile. your wild, unbridled laugh. the slow, honeyed drone of your quiet singing voice that he secretly listened in on when you thought he was out. he truly didn't want to lose what he had, but it was just easier to push you away when the blackened claws of the lonesome past held a suffocating grip on his heart.

♡ it would be difficult not to think of...certain other moments as well. the moments of desperate grabbing and blazing hot desire. chaotic passion, reckless love. was it actually love? the word grabbed hold of your throat and pushed with might. it was entirely overwhelming, and you preferred not to think of it. emotions make you weak.

♡ sex was best served after marinating in your wrath for awhile after another pointless argument. that's really what they all were...pointless. you couldn't even remember what you were angry at him for as you felt the warm appetite shimmer between your legs.

♡ it crossed your mind every once in awhile, what something slow might be like. something soft and malleable like clay, something where the walls fell down and all those hidden feelings bubbled to the surface and spilled over.

♡ and it happens, one night where you wake in the inky dark of midnight to hear soft sighs spilling from his lips where he laid next to you. you could feel him shifting, could hear the rustle of his hand on the fabric of his trousers.

♡ "you could've woken me up."

♡ you feel his body jump. "didn't know you were awake. sorry." his rasped, half-hearted mumble gives you a chuckle.

♡ your emotions make you weak. you can't seem to bring yourself to care about that when he takes you up on your offer and slips inside of you, hands wrapped around your chest. "back to bed, sweet thing," he whispers.

♡ maybe you were weak. maybe you did crave to let your heart override it all. god, it felt good to let yourself tumble down the silk-soft staircase of unconsciousness as the hot, tingling knot coiled itself tighter and tighter in your gut with each gentle thrust. drowsy with sleep, drunk off the feeling of the mild stretch and warm breath on your neck.

♡ there'd be the days that upset you. sour snapshot memories that you'd look back on with a pit in your stomach. but you love him. you think of the bright days and you're sure of it.

[vanillablankcanvas]

Rooster and Hare - A Clay and Viva Story

Rooster or Fox?

Fight to the death for Hare's love?

No. Too out of character.

Dance battle for Hare's love?

Doesn't fit with the theme of the rest of the story.

Fox gives in and dubs Rooster the superior and most handsome Troll to ever exist.

True… but unrealistic.

Rooster is brave enough to come clean and tell Hare everything.

Clay violently scribbled out the last sentence.

Even more unrealistic.

Clay bonked his forehead on his desk over and over.

Usually the ideas would flow but his heart just wasn't in it.

His heart was somewhere else.

Clay's ear twitched.

He scratched at it.

It twitched again.

Oh no.

Over the heavy rain, Clay just managed to hear someone knock on the door of his pod.

Clay hadn’t expected to have any visitors this late in the evening, let alone in the middle of the horrible storm they were in.

Clay shivered when he wrapped the robe tighter around his waist.

He got up from his work desk and made his way to the door.

He worried about the familiar twitch in his ear which usually indicated who was visiting him.

He hoped he was wrong.

There's no way she would be out in this storm right? 

She wasn't that silly.

He took a breath before opening the door to exactly who he thought it was.

Viva.

She was drenched from the rain, having waited for him with no umbrella.

“H…how d…d…does the story e…e…end?!” she hurriedly asked over the rain. Her voice distressed.

“What the-?! Get in here!”

He pulled her inside and immediately found a towel to dry her off.

He could feel her shivering.

“Wh…what d…d…d…does Rooster d…d..d..do?”

Clay wrapped the towel around her and dabbed at her hair.

“What happened? Weren't you out with Tresillo?”

“Who …d…does Hare end up m…m…marrying? Rooster or F…F…Fox?”

“Viva, I’m more worried about getting you warm right now and I only gotta rough idea at the -”

“I need to know…pl…please, Clay. I…I…it’s important.”

Clay wrapped her in a thick warm blanket from his bed.

She took his hand into her ice cold ones.

“Please?”

Her sad eyes pleaded with him.

Clay gulped and cleared his throat.

This is it.

“...Rooster had a difficult decision to make…They… they’d been through… everything together and he knew that no matter who turned up in their lives, they had a connection no one else had. Nothing could tear them apart. But Fox… he and Hare made sense together. Fox could make Hare happy in a way Rooster couldn't… so...Rooster he… he was ready to let Hare go.”

Clay saw her head lower down sadly.

“But…”

Her head lifted instantly.

“He couldn’t do it…The thought that… it wouldn’t be him…when she needed advice, or laughs, or hugs or even someone to take care of her when she got herself sick from standing her dumb ass out in the rain.”

Viva chuckled slightly.

“He wanted to be THAT Troll for her… not some other dude! The thought that her Trollings would call some else ‘Daddy’ and not him? Nuh uh! He’s not gonna let that happen.”

Viva lifted her head to look him in the eye.

“So, he um... gets down on his knees…”

Clay got down on his knees as he said this.

“...And he blurted everything out in the corniest, cheesiest declaration of love. How he would worship her, protect her and…ugh?”

“Dance with her?”

“Yeah, dance with her!”” he chuckled “El incluso aprendería otro lenguaje por ella.” 

-He would even learn another language for her.-

She gasped and blinked at him in sweet surprise.

Viva's sparkling eyes looked straight into Clay's…

And he forgot every coherent word he'd ever learned.

“...Ugh…and… and that's… I got… not sure what-”

“Hare chooses Rooster.”

…

Did…did she just…?

…

“...But what about Tresillo? FOX! I MEAN....What about Fox?”

Viva smiled at him with half lidded eyes as her cheeks flushed.

“He’s not you… Clay”

…

“Viva-?”

Viva impatiently grabbed the sides of Clay's face and crashed her lips to his.

It took a moment for Clay’s brain to register what was happening, but once it did, he practically melted.

His spine turned to jelly and his arms flopped to his sides.

If not for Viva's hands holding his face, he would have fallen straight to the ground.

When Viva pulled back and shied away, back under the layers of blankets.

Almost as if she expected him to get angry at her for her impulsive actions.

“That's certainly an interesting plot twist.” Clay sighed happily.

“You can word it differently though. You’re better with words.” She mumbled through the blanket.

“Nah, I like how you put it.” He smirked.

He pulled the blanket off her head.

His voice low and husky he asked her.

“How did that fantastimazing ending go again?”

Viva snort laughed.

“Something like this.”

They leaned in slowly, when Viva suddenly scrunched up her nose and turned her face away.

ACHOO!

Clay stood up and ushered her to stand.

“Alright Princess. Let's get you to bed.”

“Gotta take me dinner first, Mr. Clay.” 

“Woman, I swear!” Clay grinned.

Clay eventually scooped up a sleeping Viva and bundled her in his bed, before returning to his desk to finish off his draft.

Clay chuckled at the snuffly snores he could hear through the walls.

This was not how Clay had expected the story to go…

But at least his heart was in it again…

[inubaki]

The Exchange

-final- part 8 -slight warning for Adam’s refusal to return from death-

“How dare you die…..” Lucifer spat between peeled lips. A wisp of flame escaped through his teeth as his body trembled with vainly concealed rage. The form gave no reaction. A being once so vibrantly animated now only stared seamlessly into Hell’s red skies. The gold pupils dulled and unblinking in a way that only enraged Lucifer further.

Even the puddle of angelic blood simmered in the heat extruding from his body, dissipating from his path in sparkling vapors at his approach. “How DARE you abandoned me AGAIN! You COW!!” His cane, as much of an extension of himself as his own tail and horns, prodding the first man’s jaw with a surprising gentleness the hard lines of devil’s face did not convey. When the human’s skin began to flush and crackle in the heat did Lucifer jerked away in a combustion of flaming curses. When the skin did not heal it only fueled him along, pacing as he stormed with no direction for his resentment. Nothing of holy intervention would save Adam this time.

“GET UP! YOU USELESS BASTARD!! Running your mouth was the only thing you’ve ever been good for!!” he demanded.

How dare God…how dare heaven. The only reason Lucifer had left Adam to them was their promise to shelter him always. All Lucifer had to do was wait, bidding his time for Adam to come to him voluntarily. How foolish he had been to play this human game for as long as he did.

“PIGS!! LIERS! MUURRRDERSS…!!!!!” his voice vibrated with a strength like an earthquake. His strength inexorable as he kicked and crushed through the debris that he left only to covet HIM. The body, the man that still refused to move dispute Lucifer’s unrelenting yearning. The gapping agony that festered the more it corroded by the second. A lifeless husk that stood no chance in his presence; blistering and flaying away skin in til only half its face was recognizable. It tear the Devil to see it no matter how wrong the shell had been.

It took every inch of Lucifer’s control to forcibly convert back the change and retain his humanoid shape. Shoving the fury inside if only to preserve what was left of the husk that was once his Adam.

“Fine!” he snapped allowed. Though the voice didn’t emit from his lips but all around them. He stormed back to the first man’s side, refusing to call it Adam. And with a non physical hand Lucifer reached for him. Reached for the spark that was truly HIM. The center of his universe. His true Adam.

“If unconditional love can only be gained from me then so be it!!”

Hate. It brimmed from all directions as if his essence was made out of jagged glass. Cutting and biting, the once malleable gentleness of Adam’s soul had been so utterly altered that it was nearly beyond recognition. Let. Go.

Little bastard was fighting him. Yet, dispute himself, Lucifer couldn’t help but adore the soul’s audacity. Even crafted by same hand that once crafted himself, the soul was a flick of dandruff in comparison to his own. Yet still it snarled in a fury against him. Let. Me. Die.

Frightened. Bitter. Resentful. Despair. Acedia. Vainglory. Covetousness. Tired. So. Tired. Insolent.

Lucifer laughed dispute his rage. Taking cruel delight in barring Adam all the more tightly to himself. Relishing his in struggles with a mocking laugh, “Good to see some life in you, little piglet. I feared they had castrated that too”.

LET. ME. DIE!

“Wake up, Adam”. Lucifer ordered coldly.

The tiny thing recoiled at the very idea and Lucifer mirth collapsed to cold contempt.

“Don’t make me drag you the rest of the way, ya little bitch!”

Lucifer’s hands pried out the newly fledged body from the roots of the tree. Just as violently as he dragged Adam’s essence back onto another shell. The last regiment of Eden sculpted like clay—-

The tree of knowledge, dragged down along side Lilith and himself into hell, finally collapsed.

Leaving all in exchange for him.

——-

final

yay! Done.

Brief explanation. These were mainly writing exercises since I get discouraged a lot. But here it goes. Eve’s consumption of the the apple and carrying their children gives her a higher connection to Lilith and Lucifer. But she’s naive and takes their actions more like a children’s wish. Alien to true death, she doesn’t see what the deal is when she repeatedly kills Adam. Or tricking him into Lucifer’s influence by sending him off to die by the lion. The markings Lucifer left on both of their backs are signs of their contracts. His star. -Adam upon discovering how they were suddenly so lucky in terms of hunting and dodging injury or illness, was horrified. But…reluctantly allowed it for the kids. As the boys grow older, an embittered Adam decides to take matters into his own hands. Willing to give anything for some semblance of control. Lucifer has been waiting for this and used this moment to have heaven’s favorite human to carry the first sin. Eve took this action as twice the rejection from both Adam and Lucifer, thinking nothing of trying to kill Adam again in her anger, but Adam kills her by strangling her with her own hair. Lucifer takes this as free pass to walk upon earth at Adam’s side. The pit is simply the make shift grave in which either Adam or Eve must rest to be resurrected.

Adam does give birth to all seven sins through Lucifer. While Eve gives birth to the children that would make up humanity through either Lilith or Lucifer. Lilith being her favorite. Adam’s deal was to finally walk his own path without guilt. But he dies before he can accomplish anything beyond being the mother of hell. Heaven never finds out about either of their transgressions, to blinded by their own pride and blind expectations. Adam got to heaven because of course he did. He’s theirs to own to mold. All of which Adam’s resentment festers. But the end he only believes true death will bring his freedom. To blind by his own transgressions he never thinks again about Lucifer’s contract. Nor their dealings. It never happened. And Hell always collects its debts. Even it’s Mother. ———- Prevs:

[esquilone]

Do you think Javier is good at pulling pranks? Be honest. I just want a headcannon.

Thank you for the question! I found it interesting—I could even write a long story about Javier and the reader.

But anyway, yes, I truly believe that Javier is definitely a teasing man who loves to scare the ones he cares about the most. He would never miss a chance to provoke. If his partner were focused on something, he’d sneak up behind her with a perfectly timed scare, just to see the sparkle of surprise in her eyes before letting out a satisfied laugh. But at the end of the day, he always knew how to make up for it: a prank today, a stolen kiss tomorrow. That was how he balanced the game.

If we’re talking about pranks like putting extra sugar cubes in your coffee, sticking out his foot to make you trip, or actually scaring you to death—no. Seriously, Javier isn’t disrespectful to that level.

He’s the type who playfully bites your ear while you’re chopping potatoes on the cutting board, his hands wandering, guiding yours to cut faster as he hums serenades to you. The one who, when you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom in the dark, makes it a point to sneak out, hide behind the wall, and grab your legs as you groggily walk—giving you a mini heart attack because, for a second, you truly believe it might be a frog or a snake brushing against you. Then, right after, you hear Javier’s smoky laughter mocking your panic, only for him to scoop you up and carry you back to your quarters like a bride on her wedding night.

HEAVENS, WE ARE TALKING ABOUT JAVIER: A MEXICAN WHO WAS BOLD AND BRAVE ENOUGH TO FUCK THE WIFE OF A POWERFUL GENERAL, A POLITICIAN???! He’s insane, I FUCKING LOVE HIM! ok, I lost control for a few seconds, lol.

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❤︎Little Oneshot as a gift❤︎

After a Shower

The house was cloaked in darkness, lit only by the faint glow of the moon streaming through the half-open window. Outside, the sound of crickets and cicadas filled the warm Mexican night. A gentle breeze rustled the curtains, carrying the earthy scent of damp soil.

You woke up feeling sticky, the heat of the night making it impossible to fall back asleep. Javier lay beside you, his chest rising and falling steadily, the sheets tangled around him. Careful not to wake him, you slipped out of bed and made your way to the small bathroom with its worn-out tiles just next to the bedroom.

The cold water was an instant relief, running down your skin as you washed away the night’s warmth. Your damp hair clung to your shoulders, dripping cool droplets as you stepped out of the shower, slipping on a thin nightgown that clung slightly to your damp skin.

As you opened the door, a night breeze drifted through the narrow hallway, sending a shiver down your spine. The house was silent, but something felt different—like the air was charged with something unseen. You ignored the feeling and walked barefoot over the cool clay floor, heading back to the bedroom.

That’s when firm arms grabbed you from behind.

Your heart stopped. The air fled your lungs. Before you could react, a deep voice whispered in your ear:

— ”¿A dónde crees que vas, tan linda y mojada, mi amor?”

The shock sent a violent shiver down your body, a scream nearly escaping your lips, but before you could fight back, Javier’s low, teasing laugh brushed against your skin.

— “Javier, you bastard!” — you gasped, your heart still hammering in your chest.

He chuckled, his lips grazing the back of your neck.

— “I scared you, didn't I?” — the amusement in his voice was unmistakable.

— “I could’ve punched you!”

— “Vas a golpear al hombre que te lleva a la cama?”

Before you could answer, Javier scooped you up effortlessly, pressing your damp body against his. You protested, but he only smirked and carried you back to bed as if you weighed nothing.

— “Now that you’re awake… I think I need to help you fall asleep again.”

He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours, fingers trailing slowly over your freshly bathed skin.

And, well… after that night, you never left the shower feeling completely at ease again. 👀

I am not revised this texts

[glitterp0prhaps0dy]

Heartbreak part 2

WARNING: I DID NOT PROOF READ THIS, IF THERES ANY SPELLING MISTAKES OR GRAMMER MISTAKES JUST IGNORE IT I WROTE HALF OF IT DURING SCHOOL.

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John Dory burst from Branch's bunker, a whirl of emotions etched on the faces of those left inside. Floyd's expression was tinged with worry, Bruce wore a mask of confusion, and Clay seemed nothing short of irritated. Branch broke the tense silence with a blunt, "What the actual fuck just happened?

Seated on a beanbag, Floyd shifted, glancing at his brothers. "He looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack, not at all himself," he said, his concern palpable as he exchanged a meaningful look with Bruce. "I'm going to check on him. We can't let him wander off when he's this upset," Floyd declared.

Floyd grasped his wooden cane and painstakingly rose from the beanbag. He made his way to the bunker's elevator, pulled the lever, and ascended, leaving the bunker.

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John Dory burst through Rhonda's door, slamming it shut as he collapsed to the floor, his breaths coming in heavy gasps and sweat beading his forehead.

Gathering his strength, he pulled himself up using the countertop for support and staggered toward the loft. Once there, he climbed into his bed and reached under his pillow for something concealed there—a blue plushie. This wasn't just any toy; it was a Flopper Hopper, distinguished by its large green button eyes and long, fuzzy ears, though one ear was notably damaged, missing its latter half.

Clutching the plushie tightly, John curled into a fetal position and began to cry, his tears soaking into the soft fabric of the doll.

John's eyes wandered upwards, resting on the tapestry of memories plastered across his ceiling. Among the snapshots capturing his wild escapades on the Neverglade trail, one photo held his gaze longer than the others. It wasn't just any picture—it was a heartfelt reminder of a different kind of adventure.

Centered amidst the chaos of his thrilling journey memories, this particular photo was more personal, more intimate. It featured a woman with hair that flowed like a cascade of deep, reddish-pink sunset, her skin aglow with a yellow sparkle that seemed to light up the room. Cradled in her arms was a baby, a tiny mirror of her luminosity but with hair the color of the deepest sea green, tinged with teal.

This picture, unlike the others, spoke of a journey not across wild landscapes but through the

realms of love and connection. The striking visual contrast between the woman and the baby, with their shared glittery skin and uniquely colored hair, painted a vivid image of familial bonds and the beauty of heritage. It was a precious, frozen moment that John cherished, a beacon of warmth and love amidst his adventurous exploits.

This photo was John's sole keepsake of them together, the singular testament to their intertwined lives. Clutching the child's doll, he felt the weight of memories it carried. Beneath his glove, hidden from the world, lay his ring—a silent vow, a whisper of a life once promised. These items were more than mere objects; they were the guardians of his regrets, the symbols of the heartbreaking truth that he would never see them again.

As tears streamed down his face, soaking into the fabric of the doll, John's whispered apologies filled the quiet of the room. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you, I failed you both," he repeated, his voice a broken melody of sorrow and guilt. Each word was a testament to his pain, a sorrowful lullaby that spoke of loss, love, and the unbearable weight of his remorse.

The persistent knocking at the door seemed to dissolve into the void of John Dory's grief, his ears deaf to anything beyond the echoes of his own sorrow. When Floyd received no response, driven by concern and impatience, he decided to take matters into his own hands. With a determined push, the door swung open, and he entered the armadillo bus, his presence unannounced

Navigating the stairs proved a challenge, his cane a necessary but cumbersome companion that made the ascent more difficult than usual. However, Floyd's resolve was unwavering. As he entered, he paused, scanning the space with a keen eye. It didn't take long for the muffled sounds of John's despair to guide him towards the loft.

Spotting John, Floyd hastened his pace, an urgency fueled by concern propelling him forward. The ladder to the loft posed another hurdle, but Floyd navigated it with a clumsy determination, mindful of the limited space. John's form occupied most of the loft, leaving Floyd to awkwardly balance on the ladder, his presence now impossible to ignore.

Floyd's heart ached as he witnessed the depth of John's sorrow. With every fiber of his being urging him to offer some solace, he carefully navigated the tight space of the loft, settling near John yet ensuring he respected his need for personal space. In the dim light, Floyd's presence was a silent beacon of empathy and understanding.

"John," Floyd's voice was a soft murmur, a gentle breeze in the stifling air of grief. "I'm here for you." His words floated in the space between them, an offer of support, laden with unspoken promises of companionship through the storm of sorrow.

The loft was cramped, but at that moment, it felt like the entire world had narrowed down to this intimate setting of raw emotions. Floyd, sensitive to John's need for space yet eager to offer comfort, extended a tentative hand but paused, letting it hover in the air for a moment. He wanted to bridge the gap between them, to offer a touch that said everything words could not, but he also understood the sanctity of personal grief. He waited, allowing John to dictate the terms of their interaction.

As the silence stretched on, Floyd remained a steadfast presence, his heart silently breaking for his brother. "If you need anything—a glass of water, or someone to just sit with you—I'm here," he offered softly, his words laced with the warmth of genuine concern.

And so, Floyd waited, a quiet guardian in the night, ready to provide comfort or companionship, to listen or to share the silence. In the loft that night, amidst tears and whispered apologies, the foundation of their friendship deepened, grounded in the understanding that sometimes, just being present is the most profound support one can offer.

John continued to sob into the plushie, his emotions spilling over. Slowly, he rolled over to face Floyd, revealing eyes swollen and red from crying, with tear tracks marking his cheeks. As their gazes met, a fresh wave of tears surged, amplifying John's cries in a heart-wrenching crescendo of grief.

Floyd, moved by the sight of his brother's pain, reached out to pat John on the back, his expression etched with concern. "I couldn't save them. I couldn't protect them. I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry," John's voice broke with each word, a confession of his deepest regret.

Floyd, initially puzzled by John's words, followed his gaze to the collage of photos adorning the ceiling above the loft. His eyes settled on the photograph of the woman and the baby, a realization dawning on him. With a heavy heart, he whispered, "Oh... John, I'm so sorry," now understanding the depth of John's loss and the source of his profound sorrow.

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i hope you guys like it :D i have alot of ideas for this au! feel free to give feedback or ask questions

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

Herb and sparkling deserve more love, so can I get herb and sparkling with an S/O that loves to create things? Like, we would do wood work, pottery, clay, painting, ect. And always bring them back gifts?

(This can be together or separate!)

-⚡ anon!

You and Herb Cookie probably trade gifts at least once a day, if not more. He gives you beautiful plants, and in return, you give him new pots, new shelves for more plants, anything!

He always expresses to you how grateful he is for all these things. Sometimes, he'll even go out of his way to find you a more rare plant to show his appreciation.

Once, you made him a custom plant pot with his favorite plants on it. He nearly cried.

You're a glassblower, so often times you'll make him new types of glasses for his bar. He's always very grateful, and he often gets you gifts because of this.

It warms Sparkling Cookie's heart, knowing that you're making these especially for him. Even if they're to be used for his business, you still make them for him in the end.

You made him a custom wine bottle once, and he cried receiving it. He gave you whatever you asked for for a while.

[iamatinydinosaur]

🍀Clay🍀

I like you

Ever Since Clay found out he liked you, he had been doing everything in his power to understand what Love is. He's never experienced, didnt even dabble. He asked Branch and Bruce about what he should do, he started reading romance novels and even went as far as observing couples without them knowing.

"Hey Y/N!" He exclaimed walking up to you. You turned round. You were busy trying to fix one of the Putt Putt Trolls comforter as your quite skilled in crochet and knitting. "Hey Clay, give me a minute I'm nearly done... There!" You exclaimed standing up and folding the comforter. "Wanna go for a walk." He said as you walked to the Putt Putt Troll's pod. "Hmm sure, where?" You asked knocking on the door. "The forest." He asked as you handed over the comforter. The Troll thanked you, hugging you tightly. You smiled and waved goodbye as you walked away with your tall best friend. "Okay, let me go pack a bag. Wait here." You said before running to your pod. You came back with supplies. You two stopped at Branch's bunker so he could pack his own supplies and then you two set off.

You two walked together discussing possible sad book club books, trips you want to take and just catching up since you guys haven't seen each other that much for the past few days. "Then Poppy and Viva accidentally dropped the glitter bomb and I got covered. It took me 3 hours to get everything completely off." You pouted as Clay chuckled. "It's not funny, I still sometimes sneeze glitter!" You jabbed him in the side, making him wince. You two had been walking for about two hours at this point. You came across a beautiful river.

You sat down and you both pulled out a water bottle. You quickly pulled out a small bag. "I made your favorite cookies yesterday, I was gonna find you today to give them to you. So I thought just to bring them." You smiled down at him, being sat on a higher rock. He smiled brightly. He took out a Peanut Butter and Chocolate Chip cookie. He made a moaning noise as he tasted it. Not noticing you blushing from the noise. "They're so good." He smiled offering you one. You took it. Clay looked up. You looked gorgeous today. You wore your hair with some plaits running through it, you wore your favourite floral dress and you smiled while humming. You always did that when you ate something you love.

Clay found your little mannerisms cute. When you tap you foot silently when knitting, when your nose scrunches when your judging someone (mainly his brothers), how your eyes sparkle when you speak about the two sister who are you best friends and how when you are thinking about a problem you have you always chew on the pen you're holding.

You looked up at him noticing him staring. "What have I got something on my face?" You asked brushing at it. Clay's heart rate quickened. Why is it that everything you do is cute? He stood up. He's so tall that he's the same height as you, even though youre on a higher rock. "Yeah lean forward I'll get it." He said. You leant forward waiting for him to get it off. He took you by your face and kissed you gently. He pulled away and placed his forehead on yours. "I like you." He whispered. You smiled and leant forward kissing him again while sliding down the rock onto his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while he wrapped his around your waist. "I like you too." You mumbled into his lips. He smiled, deepening the kiss.

...

"Wait did I not have something on my face?"

A/N: ehhhhhhh!!! He's so cute. I love him

[messers-moony]

SONG ONE: WELCOME TO NEW YORK | T.D

Pairing: Husband!Tim Drake-Wayne X Wife!Reader

Summary: Tim plans a surprise trip to New York City, its better than he could've ever imagined.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Apart of my new series! The Track list of 1989 (Taylor’s Version) used for imagines of Tim Drake! The master list for this series should be posted soon!

Her hands shook. The ground beneath her trembled due to turbulence. A steady weight of polyester was around her waist, keeping her in place. The plastic tray in front of her stumbled slightly. Her computer screen was trembling slightly. 

Beside her, the sound of clicking was like white noise. He hadn’t stopped since they boarded the jet an hour ago. Star Labs in Central City had invented a new device that Wayne Enterprises was interested in partnering with. Tim had insisted that they fly to Star Labs the next day to discuss details. 

She had rolled her eyes but woke up at eight in the morning anyway. 

The computer in front of her held documents for the fundraising event in Park Row. Jason had suggested they do something small for the kids living in the area. Neither of them had protested. Y/n had begun planning different things to bring up to Jason when they landed in Gotham. It was small things like libraries, small housing units, better convenience stores, and possibly, as a more extensive improvement, a school. 

Her heart was whole. She closed the laptop and let it click shut. Her hands loosened the seatbelt slightly, and leaned her head on Tim’s shoulder. He recognized the motion by turning to kiss her hair. She hummed and closed her eyes, lulled asleep by the plane's rumbling. 

It didn’t feel much longer before Tim shook her awake, “Wake up, we’re here.”

“Mmmm,” She hummed. 

He chuckled, “Come on, wake up.”

Y/n stretched off his shoulder and rubbed her eyes. The laptop was gone in front of her, and her bag was zipped up in front of her. The sun was setting outside the jet window. She went to grab her bag before a hand stopped her, “You won’t need that, come on.”

“What do you mean?”

“Trust me?” 

His smile could’ve stopped the earth from turning. It was close-lipped, and yet it made her heart flutter every time. Tim’s face was soft and kind. It always had been, even through his worst moments. He held himself together like an artist molding clay. He carefully carved every piece of himself together and showed only what he wanted to let others see. 

She could see through it where a tiny mark of imperfection covered every smooth mark. Where someone had molded it too many times, and it became too tender. Where the colors had changed into different ones from trying to cover up past mistakes. 

Tim walked out of the seat and held his hand out for her. She placed her hand in his cold, soft one and allowed him to lead her. He led her to the exit and climbed down the stairs. She followed behind. The air was dry, frigid, and cold. Thankfully, she had a hoodie, sweatpants, and beanie from when they got onto the plane. The dress and heels had been uncomfortable. 

He was dressed similarly. He was wearing an old Bludhaven University sweatshirt stolen from Dick. His sweatpants were an old pair of his, the faded Gotham Academy logo on the top left of the pant leg. Jason’s hand me down converse on his feet and almost falling apart. He wouldn’t throw them away. His grey beanie from Bruce when he had gotten cold as Robin. Yet on his left hand, on his ring finger, held his most prized possession. His wedding ring with the girl he’d love until he died, and he would make sure it wouldn’t be anytime soon. 

“Tim, this is not Gotham.”

He rolled his eyes, “Brilliant observation, Einstein.”

“Where are we?”

“New York!” He exclaimed happily, eyes sparkling, “I thought maybe we could use the night and day tomorrow just to relax.”

“There’s so much stuff to do during December in New York!” Tim continued, “We could go see the Rockefeller Christmas tree, or we could go see the Dukes Heights Holiday lights, or visit the Bank of America Winter Village at Bryant Park-“

She placed her freezing hands on his cheeks, “It sounds lovely, Tim. Thank you.”

He was putty in her hands, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Tim brushed a piece of hair from her face. His hand lingered behind her ear, and he gently pulled her closer. His lips brushed hers before pulling her closer. Y/n hummed and kissed him back. Tim’s lips were soft and so gentle. They always had a faint taste of mint from his chapstick. He pulled away, “What’re we doing wasting our time up here? Come on, we gotta go.”

Y/n chuckled, and that’s when she realized how far up they were. The jet had landed on a helipad far up in the air. She looked at the view and saw the Empire State Building and the smaller buildings beneath them. Under her feet was an illuminating sign that read Wayne Enterprises. Tim’s hand reached for hers before pulling them down the stairs and into the elevator. 

He pulled her to his chest. Her ear rested over his heartbeat. His hand rubbed her back and the other on her waist while they descended the building. It took minutes because people stopped to enter and exit through their trip to the bottom. Some made small talk with Tim, surprised to see him in the New York office. He had smiled politely and contributed to the small talk. 

They reached the bottom and walked out of the elevator to the outside of the building. There was snow fluttering around them. Some landed on their beanies and the tops of their shoulders. Their hands stayed connected as they walked through the city together. Christmas lights lit up the city at almost every corner, and the ground was covered in little specks of white. 

The night could only be described as magical. They roamed through the city. For once, having nothing on the agenda, just spending time with each other. No interruptions, no patrol, no training, and no people waiting to kill them. It was a smooth night. She could feel her eyes sometimes and see the flash of cameras, but it didn’t bother her this time. She felt proud. 

Because, yes, she was spending the day with her husband in New York City, and nothing could stop that. Not nasty paparazzi, not fangirled crushing on her husband, not the girls that giggled at her as they passed, and definitely not the older adults that glared as they talked too loud. Her heart was content. 

Tim swore he had never had so much fun in his life since chasing Robin and Batman around in the dirtiest parts of Gotham. There was nothing that made his heart feel as complete as the heavy camera in his hands watching Batman kick butt and Robins quips. But right here, right now, his heart felt even more full. His wife a steady weight beside him, her laugh boisterous and beautiful, the flecks of snow in her hair, the tip of her nose turning red. He wanted to marry her all over again. 

They spent the night in absolute bliss. The lights illuminated her face, and he wished he had his camera. However, he knew this memory was too precious to keep in a photograph. He loved photography, but he knew its limits. It could capture a moment, but it could never capture the absolute love in this moment. 

He saw something in the corner of his eyes. His heart sped up with the meaning of it. Purposefully, he led her that way, and she stumbled when he stopped, “Tim, why’d you stop?”

“Look up.”

Her face turned red, “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not,” Tim wished he could bottle the feeling up and keep it for whenever he wanted, “I love you, and I want to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“Timothy,” Y/n scolded playfully, “You’re a dork.”

He grinned, “Your dork.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that.” She quipped before pecking his lips. 

Tim watched her pull away, “Nope, not enough.”

He pulled her back tightly. His lips planted on hers, and he let himself have this moment. They weren’t one for public displays of affection, but he wanted this. He wanted it so bad. His tongue swiped her bottom lip, and she allowed it. His body went warm and soft. He could stay in this city forever. He’d leave Gotham forever if it meant feeling this every day. If it meant he wouldn’t have to feel the stress, the pressure, the anxiety. He’d do it in a heartbeat. 

They pulled apart. Her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes sparkling. His pupils were blown large, lips slightly parted, and his nose pink. At that moment, they felt a flash of light. Tim chuckled, and she rolled her eyes playfully. He turned to the man with the camera, “How much will it cost to get that picture emailed?”

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Is it possible for a kanae x demon fem reader, where in when kanae was fighting uppermoon 2 and thought she was gonna die, she was saved by demon r (first time meeting) and then r dissapears, but then fast forward to maybe where the kamado squad was introduced kanae was sent to the same mission as Shinobu to the mountain and they meet again, then they fall in love and such...yes!!

Thank You

Kanae Kochou x She/Her Demon Reader

A/N: I hope this is still readable! I did a lot of writing a few paragraphs and then deleting them all and starting over. Not sure why it was so difficult. Thank you for reading anyway! Word Count:2,720

Was this it? Was this how she was going to die? Kanae tried to remain standing, but the sheer cold of the air biting at her lungs and the wounds she had thus far obtained made it seem impossible. She could not stand by will power alone anymore and fell to her knees, hard. Yet she still held the hilt of her broken nichirin sword between her quivering hands.

She needed to keep fighting… the sunrise was not so far off, but it felt like it would never come. Her crow had gone in search of reinforcements, but she was so far out that it seemed unlikely they would make it in time.

The chill in the air grew colder as the Upper Moon made his casual approach, hiding his chuckle behind a single golden fan. The freezing air caught in Kanae’s throat and made her cough violently.

“Wow,” the demon breathed with what almost seemed like genuine wonder, “you lasted quite a long time. You should be proud! I can’t wait to have you be a part of me forever. What do you say, you must be tired, hm? Hurting, poor dear? Come, let me take your pain away,” his rainbow eyes sparkled as he flicked his fan closed and offered his hand, Kanae weakly knocked it aside with what remained of her blade, cutting his palm.

“I… I have people waiting for me at home. I can’t die,” she coughed and gasped as she attempted to force herself to her feet again, “I won’t.”

Her tormentor pouted and withdrew his hand, already perfectly healed.

“That’s really too bad. How I would hate to cover up any more of your beauty with blood… but seeing as you won’t see reason…”

The Upper Moon was gearing up his fans for another frigid attack, and Kanae prepared herself to use her final breathing technique. Though with her sword halved, she didn’t think it would do her any good.

“I’m so sorry, Shinobu.” She whispered, staring wide-eyed at the incoming attack that was coming much too quickly for her to dodge, she braced herself for the frigid blow, but instead the earth swallowed her up and she found herself engulfed in darkness.

Someone was holding her. They seemed to be phasing through the dirt, clay and rock as easily as a bird could fly through the sky. She could hear the earth rumble and crack around them, but the sound steadily grew more distant the deeper and further they went.

Kanae had instinctually held her breath when she had been pulled under, but she couldn’t last much longer.

“It’s alright, you can breathe.” A voice near her ear softly promised.

Kanae gasped for air, coughing again from the ice irritating her lungs. A gentle hand caressed her back as they continued to zoom through the Earth’s crust.

“We’re almost there, just a little longer.” The voice promised.

And soon Kanae found herself on solid ground again, well, above solid ground. Her vision was a bit blurry, but she could still make out most of the woman, the demon, hovering over her. Had she really escaped one demon only to land in the jaws of another?

“You’ll be alright,” the demon soothed, moving Kanae’s hair away from her forehead, “someone will come out and notice you soon, I’m sure. Just try to stay awake and keep breathing.”

Kanae blinked sluggishly before noticing that they demon had begun sinking back into the ground as the sound of hurried footsteps and shouts filled the early morning air.

“W-wait…” she inched her hand over the grass, but the demon had already sunk out of sight.

“Neesan! Fucking hell, what happened?!”

Shinobu quickly came into view above her with a group of Kakushi in tow. They had just received word about Kanae’s situation from her frantic crow and had hurriedly packed up to go find her, none of them had expected to find her battered and bleeding right in front of the mansion gates.

“Don’t just stand there, help me get her inside, hurry!” Shinobu barked, taking Kanae’s hand as the Kakushi rushed her inside on a stretcher.

“I didn’t even get to thank them…” Kanae murmured, half lucid.

Shinobu shook her head, “Don’t talk, just let us take care of you, okay?”

It was thanks to that demon and the quick work of her sister and accompanying Kakushi that Kanae survived her encounter with Upper Moon Two. As the years rolled by, she would wonder from time to time if she’d ever get to meet the demon who had saved her life again. As fate would have it, their paths would cross again four years later on Natagumo Mountain.

It had been a bit of a rough reunion, chaotic, anyway. Between the spider demon family, the poor poisoned slayers, the one-sided verbal beatdown Shinobu was giving Tomioka for protecting a demon, then having to chase after said demon… it was a busy night to say the least.

Kanae had decided to give chase while Shinobu swore up and down that she was going to be taking Tomioka and the Kamado boy into custody. However, Kanae had just about as much intention of killing the demon as Giyuu did. Sorry Shinobu, but this was all just too fascinating for Kanae. A demon that refused to fight even when backed up into a corner was something Kanae couldn’t turn a blind eye to, not since she had been saved by a demon four years ago.

Since that night, Kanae thought it was perhaps possible to befriend certain demons. After all, they were all human once and many certainly didn’t choose their fate. If they could combine power and resources with demons who hated Muzan as much as the corps did, that would be worth something, wouldn’t it?

Kanae reached her bare hand out to the small, round-eyed demon, cooing at her adorably vacant expression.

“You’re alright, I won’t hurt you.”

“Hmmm?” Nezuko tilted her head to the side and it was so cute, that Kanae was already thinking about what bedroom in the mansion received the least amount of sunlight during the day. Come hell or high water, she was adopting this cute, little demon!

Just before Kanae could take Nezuko’s hand in hers, she felt a faint rumbling below her feet, almost like a hum it was so faint. On instinct, her hand shot out and grabbed Nezuko’s wrist, on the look out for the next possible sign of danger.

A minuscule amount of time passed before she found herself tugged through the earth. It was a phenomena that she had only experienced one other time, but it was hard to forget the sensation. She she strained her eyes to look forward, but it was pitch black. She knew she was still holding onto Nezuko for dear life at least.

Ahead, she could hear the demon responsible for dragging them under frantically mutter to herself.

“I just don’t even know what to do! Tanjirou is badly hurt and has been taken into custody, Zenitsu was poisoned and Inosuke was squeezed like a grape! They’re all too badly beaten for me to take them away from the only people around who can heal them. I can easily get Nezuko out, but that will mean Tanjirou will be doomed for sure then, wouldn’t it? Ah! I don’t know what to dooo! I should have come sooner!”

“Excuse me!” Kanae called out, holding onto Nezuko for dear life, “Could you slow down a bit, please?” She didn’t know what would happen if she was left alone in the ground, but it couldn’t be good.

(Y/n) felt her heart stop beating, not that it really mattered too much, but it was still a shock. She had no trouble seeing through the total darkness, so she jerked her head back to look over her shoulder and found that she had an extra passenger. (Y/n) gasped and immediately slowed her pace so the human could stay connected. If the pressure from the tons of dirt and rock didn’t kill her, suffocation definitely would!

Kanae could just feel the demon’s panic rolling off of her so she spoke up again, “It’s alright, don’t be afraid! We’ve met before, remember? About four years ago, you saved me from an Upper Moon. I owe you my life, so I would never dare to take yours, I promise. Can we go back to the surface to talk, please?”

(Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek and looked over her shoulder again. Yes, that was definitely the demon slayer she had saved. What a terrifying ordeal that had been. To this day she couldn’t believe she had gotten them away Upper Two and lived to tell the tale. He was much faster and stronger than her, all it would have taken was him noticing her hand shoot up from the ground and he would have cut it right off, probably cutting off the slayer’s foot in the process. Fortunately, that hadn’t happened.

“Hello? You can hear me, right?”

“Um, yeah, just hang on a minute.” (Y/n) angled back up and breeched the surface, making sure all of Nezuko and Kanae had followed completely before letting go of Nezuko.

(Y/n) wished she could feel as calm as Nezuko looked. She tried to swallow, but found her throat dry. She could sense how much stronger this demon slayer had become since she last saw her. She was strong back then, make no mistake, but another four years of experience made a lot of difference. (Y/n) hadn’t expected to meet the slayer again, but now here she was, and staring at her so intently too. Why wasn’t she saying anything? Had her words been a ploy to get her back to the surface for an easy attack?

“Ah!”

(Y/n) suddenly found herself wrapped up in the demon slayer’s arms, a happy giggle vibrated against her ear and sent goosebumps all over her body.

“I’m so glad to see you! All I’ve wanted to do for the last four years was thank you for saving me. So, well, thank you!”

“Eep!”

“Oh!”

Kanae staggered on her feet a bit when (Y/n) suddenly disappeared from her hug. She looked down to find her almost completely underground. Only the bridge of her nose to the top of her head was visible and Kanae thought it was the cutest thing she had ever seen, maybe even cuter than Nezuko. She crouched down with her arms spread out,

“Aww, come back. I wasn’t done hugging you. You haven’t even told me your name yet. I’m Kanae!”

The demon rose from the dirt just enough to have her mouth emerge, “(Y/n).”

“So cute!” Kanae gushed, cupping the demon’s face in her hands.

That only made (Y/n) fluster more, but she refrained from sinking all the way into the ground. She couldn’t leave Nezuko alone after all. Not that she seemed to be in any danger with this particular demon slayer.

The light-hearted moment was soon interrupted by a flabbergasted Shinobu tromping upon the scene. The hours afterwards were tense, but Kanae convinced (Y/n) to stay for the trail. She had big plans for (Y/n) and Nezuko it would seem, much to Shinobu’s displeasure. However, Kanae had made sure to tell (Y/n) many times that her own safety should come first. If the trial did not go in their favor, Kanae instructed (Y/n) to escape with Nezuko. Luckily, it never came to that, but it did get very tense at times.

After much debate among the Hashira, Oyakata-sama allowed Kanae to take the demons into her care. It took a lot of time for Shinobu to come around, especially since Kanae had trusted the demons enough to stake her life on their self-control. Even months later, she still came off rather cold, but seeing Kanae so happy made it harder for her to stay upset as time went on without incident. Especially when Nezuko and (Y/n) were genuinely good and did no harm.

Kanae was very pleased with herself. Not only had she befriended one demon, but two! Of course, Nezuko was often off on missions with her brother, so Kanae mostly spent her time with (Y/n), which was great!

Bit by bit, Kanae got (Y/n) to open up more and learned all about her life before and after becoming a demon and the more she learned, the more she could feel herself falling for her and being as intuitive as she was, she expected (Y/n) might feel the same.

(Y/n) never sank through the floor anymore when Kanae gave her hugs, even going as far to melt into Kanae and return the embrace. When Kanae was busy, she’d often feel an extra pair of eyes on her while she worked. (Y/n) couldn’t always slip through the floor fast enough before Kanae would look her way. Sometimes when Kanae woke up in the morning, she’d find a bundle of night blooming flowers in front of her bedroom door.

It happened regularly enough that she noticed a pattern. A new bouquet would appear once the old one began to wither. So on the night that it looked like the flowers were ready to be replaced, Kanae set out with her own small bouquet of flowers that bloomed during the day.

She walked down the moonlit path to where she new the night flowers bloomed and her eyes nearly sparkled when she found (Y/n) already there carefully picking a bouquet from the bushes. With a warm smile, she hid her own bouquet behind her back and continued her approach.

“Good evening, (Y/n).”

“Ah!”

(Y/n) jumped away from the bush, quickly hiding her hands behind her own back.

“Kanae, good evening! You’re up late… mission?” She asked.

“Nope! I was just looking for you. What are you up to by the way?” Her tone sounded innocent enough, but the slight sharpening of her smile proved that her question carried mischievous intent.

“Oh, me? Nothing much. Just… taking a walk.” (Y/n) shrugged and cleared their throat, Kanae giggled.

“What’s behind your back?”

“Nothing’s behind my back.” (Y/n) answered a bit too quickly to come off as anything else but defensive. “What’s behind your back?”

“Oh,” Kanae brought the flowers into view, “I just thought I would return the favor of the sweet person who has been leaving flowers at more door. The only place those flowers grow in the area is right here. You haven’t seen anyone else around here tonight, have you?”

“No.” (Y/n) looked elsewhere and licked her lips nervously. “No, I didn’t see anyone.”

“You still didn’t share what’s behind your back, (Y/n). It’s only fair, don’t you think?”

When had Kanae gotten so close? She tried to peer behind (Y/n) to get a look for herself, but (Y/n) stepped back a bit, and a bit more and a bit more until Kanae had backed her up against a nearby tree.

“Won’t you show me, please?” Kanae pouted. (Y/n) stubbornly shook her head. “You know what I think, (Y/n)?”

“What?”

“I think, you really do want me to know, but you’re feeling too shy, otherwise you would have sunk to the mantle by now.” Her soft voice only served to make (Y/n) feel more flustered, but she still stood on solid ground which Kanae took as a good sign.

Gently, Kanae reached around and tugged on (Y/n)’s wrist, encouraging her to bring her hands forward. With a shaky inhale, the demon complied, slowly revealing the bouquet of flowers she had picked and handed them out for Kanae to take if she so desired.

She really shouldn’t have been so surprised when Kanae not only took the flowers, but put her own colorful bouquet in (Y/n)’s hand to replace the one she had given away, along with a gentle kiss on the cheek and a quiet, ‘thank you’ whispered against her ear.

It took her a moment to reboot, but Kanae smiled patiently.

“You’rewelcome,” she spoke hurriedly, then looked down at the flowers in her hands and added, “andthankyoutoo.”

Kanae laughed, initiating another hug while swaying so much they could have been dancing together. When they returned to the mansion, it was hand in hand, with a bouquet on either side and a pair of elated, well-kissed smiles.

[kittyball23]

So, here’s a oneshot request: Can you make an alternative version of your oneshot “Battle of the Bands”? So it’s basically the same, but except, there are some changes. And they’re focused on Veneer. On the outside, he acts how he acts in the original version, but inside, he has been keeping his secret that he has been secretly vocally trained by Floyd to find his true talent while Velvet was away, and Veneer comes up with his own plan inside, and at the climax of the oneshot, he turns against Velvet and joins Poppy, John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd and helps to free Branch. The reason I’m requesting this is because some people have been theorizing that Veneer will be redeemed. I would be glad if you did this idea.

I definitely had to finish writing this up after seeing the new Veneer clip that came out!

Redeemed (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: A slightly altered take to the oneshot "Battle of the Bands"; The final confrontation between the Trolls and the doll siblings takes place, with a twist for the better

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“STOP RIGHT THERE, YOU FREAKS!”

Shock jolted through Velvet when she heard that voice boom out at her. She stopped, midway to inhaling that sweet Troll essence that would make her the most envied diva in Mount Rageous, when she’d been interrupted. She saw the blue-haired Troll within smile, and followed his line of sight below to where six little Trolls had just made their way over.

John Dory had been the one to call out, with a determined look on his face.  Behind him were Clay and Spruce who, from the look of it, were ready to rumble. Alongside them were Poppy and Floyd. Poppy frowned up at the dolled-creature, while Floyd too put on a brave face. And, sidling up to Poppy was Viva, who had met up with the group and was just as prepared for the showdown as her sister. It was a display of courage on all their parts, though Velvet thought otherwise.

She began to laugh in an instant at the five little Trolls, finding them ridiculous.

Veneer, however, didn’t laugh along with his sister. So far, he had been agreeing with everything she’d said, and it had succeeded in having them rise to fame, sure… but the cost it was coming at had disturbed him greatly. Floyd had been captured before this Branch Troll. And Floyd could’ve easily ran away, but he didn’t. He came back to face them, even after the danger he knew he’d get into. Veneer suddenly stopped to think… would Velvet do the same sort of thing for him? He tried to avoid looking at Floyd, but he could feel the magenta Troll’s gaze on him. And it was one of disappointment.

“Excuse me,” John Dory shouted, “I believe you have something that belongs to us!”

“Or should we say, someone,” Spruce pitched in with a huff.

“Oh, really?” Velvet asked sarcastically. “Sorry, guys, but this diamond – and everything in it – belongs to ME. So if you want it, you’re gonna have to – “

“HIT IT!”

Velvet startled at the interruption, a part of her infuriated for having her victory spiel cut off, and a part of her confused for what started happening right after the Pop Queen had cried out the command. Because the six Trolls gathered together, and jumped right into a song-and-dance routine.

“Every little thing I do Never seems enough for you You don't want to lose it again But I'm not like them Baby, when you finally Get to love somebody Guess what? It's gonna be me!”

“Ugh, what the heck is this supposed to be?!” Velvet asked angrily, getting no response aside from more singing. She was going to turn away and disregard whatever nonsense was going on, when she noticed something happening. She had to blink to make sure that she was actually seeing correctly, and sure enough it was right there, clear as day. It was a sort of light that was glowing around the six, similar to when Floyd’s talent had been sucked out, and it was sparkling and thrumming with energy as the routine continued. The lights were all a different color that coordinated to each Troll – a vibrant green, an alluring purple, an electric yellow, a tame magenta, and a couple of bright pinks. It swirled and sparkled in a way that had Velvet in awe, so much that she was taken off guard when the energy shot right out at her in a surprisingly powerful burst.

She yelped and fell back, right on Veneer, and causing them both to fall down again in a tumble of skinny arms and legs. She was relieved to find that she’d managed to hold onto the diamond, but her heart dropped when she gave it a quick examination. Right there, stretching like an ugly scar on one side, was a large, and quite deep-looking crack. Velvet made a noise of surprise and ran her finger over it, hoping it was just a horrible illusion, that her twisted dream was not at risk of falling apart at the seams…

… but found that it was very much real.

Taking note of the surprise on her face, the Trolls cheered, feeling the entirely opposite way of their rival.

Velvet narrowed her eyes menacingly. “So that’s the way they wanna play,” she muttered, and in a fury she hauled Veneer up by the arm. “Get up already!” she growled. “Looks like we got ourselves a little Band Battle.”

“A Band Battle?” Veneer echoed, but before he could continue saying what he wanted to say, Velvet had already shoved a microphone at him and grabbed one for herself. He sighed. Velvet would never listen to a word he said anyways. She hadn’t when he’d tried to ask her if it was wrong to hold a living being hostage just to improve themselves in the limelight. She had just rebuffed him, telling him that if he really wanted the fame, he wouldn’t be asking “stupid questions” like that.

I DO want the fame, Veneer told himself. It was all he and Velvet ever wanted. To be recognized. To shine like stars. To have their names plastered on every billboard and to top all of the charts. To be able to have enough money to buy whatever they wanted, when they wanted. But, every time he wondered if it was the right way to go about it, something else always came up. Like the way that his sister started to sing, elbowing him roughly in the ribs to join her so that they could gain the upper hand.

“Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something…!”

The production, like all of their other productions, was very flashy, an over-the-top deal. Because with Velvet, it had to be. It annoyed Veneer sometimes, but she seemed like she knew what she was doing… especially when he suddenly felt energy surging through him. It wasn’t the same colorful, friendly type of thing that had encompassed the Trolls. This was a dark kind, not only in the dull black and enchanting green schematic, but also with the wickedness that came with it. It was the way poison would look, if poison could be depicted in an abstract form. It flowed through Velvet too, and she grinned as their song blasted the Trolls back in a replica of what had happened to them moments earlier, only this time, the tables had been turned.

But the Trolls were as steadfast as they were musical.

“Don’t give up!” Poppy ever optimistically urged them. “We can do it!”

The group sang again, determined to prove it.

And Velvet and Veneer sang back at them, determined to put an end to it. Or, at least the former did. Veneer was starting to wish this whole ordeal could be over with. Why couldn’t they all just get along?

But back and forth the supercharged music went, both ends were vastly different, and both were putting up quite the challenge against each other. But it was when the Trolls pulled together on another one of their verses, putting every bit of heart and soul into it that things in the battle began to sway. In a loud, clear crescendo, the brothers, Viva, and Poppy succeeded in creating a massive sonic-like explosion. The diamond cracked significantly more, rooting out from its initial crack so that it formed smaller ones, like tree roots or branches.

The siblings noticed and gasped, but Velvet was quicker to react. She adjusted her golden top better, straightened the loose emerald-colored curls on her head, and gripped the microphone so tightly that her knuckles turned far whiter than they already were.

Their musical counterattack, much to the Trolls’ distress, superseded their song. The soundwave was violent and overwhelming, wracking the Trolls body with horrible electrical pulsations that blew them backwards. While nobody suffered a physical injury, it seemed that their resolve was weakened.

“Hehehe, we’re winning! We’re WINNING!” Velvet giggled, clutching Veneer’s arm and jumping up and down like an excited little girl.

“Yeah… woo-hoo…” Veneer half-heartedly replied. He glanced over at the Trolls, who were growing distressed. Floyd in particular was looking quite worn, and Veneer felt guilt at knowing that it was because of him. The power that he and Velvet had drained from Floyd was what had been helping them ride off the battle. It had been the reason for the magenta Troll’s hair to turn white and his skin to have turned a strange, transparent color. Floyd had been the one to try and help Veneer, something that he had yet to tell Velvet, and this was how he repaid him? Holding his brother hostage in order to deplete him as well?

But just then, a new voice filled the air. And it was Branch’s.

“Let me take you to a better plaaaace,

I’m gonna make you kiss the sky tonight

Yeah if you let me show the waaay,

I’m so excited, to see you excited!

Take you to a better place (yoo hoOooOo)

And baby you can love me on the way

We’re flying up to outer spaaace,

I’m so excited, to see you excited!”

From within the cracked diamond, his voice carried on strongly, and the six Trolls were inspired.

Poppy was the first of the six to add her voice in the mix. While not an official BroZone member, she still knew the exact words of the song by heart, and sang them with much heart put into it. Viva put an arm around her and joined in…

Then JD followed in after her...

.. then Spruce...

... then Clay...

... then Floyd...

... who joined with the others harmoniously so that they were creating a heart-stopping sound... But there was still a question on their minds - would it be that perfect Family Harmony?

Velvet didn't want to wait to find out. As soon as Branch had started singing, she’d grabbed her mike and was prepared to retaliate harder than before. “Come on, Veneer! We can beat them!”

But Veneer was no longer on the same page as his sister. He was fed up. These Trolls were working so hard to save their family member, and Velvet just wanted to continue to make things difficult for them. This time, he was not going to let it slide.

“NO!” he shouted to her.

Velvet gaped at him. “What?”

“You heard me. I said NO!” Veneer said firmly. He tossed his microphone on the ground and kicked it to the side. “I’d love to be famous with you, Velvet… but not like this.” He shook his head and crossed his arms.

Velvet’s cheeks were turning crimson. “How else are we gonna be famous?!”

Veneer had an answer for that. “We just have to practice. It might take time, but that’s how it is. Fame doesn’t just come overnight. You have to work at it, and have the right people by your side.” He looked over at Floyd, who had told him those very words at one point during his capture. That it was possible for him to be a great singer without having to use Troll essence. Floyd looked proud to see that Veneer was using his advice to stand up against his sister and grinned.

"That Troll has been getting to your head!" Velvet growled.

"That 'Troll' has shown me that I do have real talent within. And that we don't have to do this!" To hammer in his point, Veneer stepped away from Velvet and stood by the Trolls’ side. “I don’t want to be a part of this scheme anymore, sis!” he cried, and then joined in singing with the Trolls.

“Let me take you to a better plaaaace,

I’m gonna make you kiss the sky tonight

Yeah if you let me show the waaay,

I’m so excited, to see you excited!

Velvet shrieked in anger. “Fine then, be that way! I always knew you were good for NOTHING!” She picked up her microphone and sang back, angry at her brother’s betrayal.

“Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something…!”

The dark magic was strong and wild, and struck against the Trolls' harmonious one, entangling it in a mess of twisted energy. It was difficult to tell which of the two sides were winning with how stunningly chaotic things became, the rays fighting and wrestling, good against bad, in a heated struggle for dominance.

But the group still kept on singing.

Poppy and Viva sang like they never did before in all of their lives. John Dory gave it all his boldness, Spruce all his heart, Clay all his spunk, Floyd all his sincerity, and Veneer all his determination.

And the doll-like sister was giving it their all too - all their spare stolen talent that is, which was rapidly being depleted.

She took no notice until Veneer's voice suddenly cracked and became pitchy at a key note in the song.

"Some of them want to use you, some of them want to be ab -ACK! UGHCK CAH!” She coughed suddenly over the unexpected interruption. In a panic, she tried again quickly, opening her mouth and willing her vocal chords to cooperate, but what came out was less than stellar. It was there that she realized that she was losing. Her gaze honed their gaze on her most precious possession.

The diamond!

She reached for it, and immediately drew back, giving a sharp cry for the sudden, electric ZAP that had erupted from Branch's enclosure. Velvet suddenly regretted not having inhaled his talent right when she had the opportunity. It was as though the Troll musical magic had created a forcefield, preventing her from even laying a finger on the diamond.

Then the most marvelous thing happened.

And that, folks, was the accomplishment of impossibly fabled perfect Family Harmony.

It was exactly as mystically glorious as the brothers remembered it, with all of the colors and light and absolutely in-sync sensation that coursed through their veins. Their magic pulsed and glowed, stronger than ever and - if one looked closely enough - it could be sworn that it formed the image of one great, big ethereal apparition of a Troll… One who, in the climactic moment of the band's union, blasted out a massive burst of pure, bright, rainbow-colored energy. The last thing Velvet saw before the force of the energy blasted her from the yacht they were on into the river below was the diamond, rippling and snapping, and then making the telltale CRRRRRAAAACKK! that indicated that it had broken completely.

Branch, also blinded by the light, had hardly realized what had happened, barely getting a sense of where he was, at least until he felt himself surrounded by Poppy, Viva, and his brothers.

“WE DID IT!” Poppy cheered, squeezing Branch in a tight hug. “WE DID IT! WE DID IT! Oh, Branch, I’m so glad you’re okay!!”

“Oh, Poppy!” he cried in relief, holding her just as tightly and never wanting to let go. He’d been fearful that he could never have her in his arms again, but that fear could now rest at ease.

His older brothers were just as pumped as the Pop Queen. “WOO-YEAH!” John Dory shouted. “She’s right – we did it, we owned it, we brought the house down! Or at least that evil diamond… WOOOO!” He made his rounds with the brothers, chest-bumping with Spruce, double-high fiving with Clay and Viva, and lovably noogy-ing Floyd.

At his feet, the diamond pieces lay scattered by Veneer. Finally, the one item that had been the cause of all the turmoil had been decimated. He felt bad for his sister Velvet, but he would’ve felt worse if he’d let her continue on with her awful plan. Hurting someone and being a big phony were not the ways to accomplish anything.

He suddenly felt a presence beside him, and looked down to find Floyd. Veneer swallowed, twiddling his thumbs and feeling incredibly guilty.

“Hey, um… no hard feelings?” he asked, kneeling down and putting his hand out to show that he meant no harm.

Veneer was lucky in the fact that Floyd was not one to hold a grudge. The magenta Troll smiled up at him and accepted his hand for a shake. “No hard feelings,” he assured.

The Trolls all breathed a sigh of relief. Things were back to the way they were supposed to be - as in, nobody being kept hostage as a talent slave! Which meant…

Branch and his brothers all exchanged glances with each other.

“Sooo… what do we do now?” John Dory asked.

Poppy shrugged. “Well, we could head back to Pop Village… I mean, that is, if you wanna go back?” 

She scanned the brothers’ faces, who seemed to be a little doubtful at her suggestion.

“Back to Pop Village?” Spruce asked.

“We haven’t been there in years…” Clay mumbled. It wasn’t even in the same place, with how they’d all learned about the relocation into the forest after King Peppy’s evacuation on that one Trollstice. One glance at Viva and he knew that she too felt the same way as he did.

“I barely remember what it even looks like!” the Putt Putt Queen admitted.

But it was a homecoming long in the making, and one that Branch - who stood silently in between Poppy and Floyd with bated breath – was hoping that they’d go for.

Luckily, his brothers’ thoughts were right on the same track.

“Sure, we’ll go!” John Dory said, speaking up for the band. “But only on one condition…”

“What is it?” Floyd asked curiously.

JD grinned slyly at his magenta-haired brother. “That none of us ever see another diamond again!”

And everybody laughed, sharing the same exact sentiments.