#he's not a traitor he's god damn traumatised

[edens-serigala]

i don't know how to express how fundamentally i do not understand how people can blame sanji for the events of whole cake island.

[not-5-rats]

You people give ur bugs sm trauma, sometimes I just wanna put them in the palm of my hand and hold em, let them have some god damn peace

Anyways, let's ask some (potentially traumatising) questions!

1) What would your Bugs parents opinion be on the rest of the army/ bugs that are close to ur Bug?

2) If your Bug was in a slasher film (eg: Halloween, Scream, Friday 13th) How quickly would they die? (Inspired by the bugscord)

3) Adding on to 2, how would they die?

4) Would your Bug be mad at you? I mean look at their past, look at their emotional state...could your Bug ever forgive you for forcing them to deal with all that? (Looking at you Roze, and...well...most of the army-)

5) Are there any Bugs that scare your Bug? Or any that they admire?

6) Scenario!

Bug had been spending the day outside, it was a nice day...why wouldn't they be outside! It had been a calm day, they had been *insert wtv you think ur Bug would be doing like a hobby or smth* until they saw a figure approaching the cottage. They were guarded at first till they saw it was a messenger, carrying a letter

The messenger explained that they had a letter for a Mr C Markins? Bug agreed to take the note and give it to Chez when they saw him. They took the note and the messenger left, Chez was currently away fishing and wouldn't be back for a while so they held onto it

But something in there mind couldn't stop wondering what was in the note..so eventually they went against their better judgement and opened it, it read

'Chester,

I couldn't stand it anymore, I couldn't keep your wretched secret. You're a murderer and you have to face the consequences of your actions, I know you had good intent, Erik was abusive but murder? Chester murder is never okay!

I have contacted the authorities, they are on their way to find you and you shall be executed the day after you are returned to town. I hope to get from row tickets to this event

Don't try to run, they'll find you

- Audrey Markins'

What do they do?

7) [...]! AU (you'll learn what it is, just read)

The rescue plan was in action, it was time to get the boys (+ Lora and Roldan) out of the arena!

Everything had been going perfectly, Bug, Chez and Marco has snuck in no problem, everyone was out of their cells and they had been wandering the halls. Chez was leading, holding a map of the arena, covered in doodles of potential paths and escape routes, though he didn't seem to be paying it much attention

They had been walking for ages, deeper into the dark/ forgotten corners of the arena. Then they came across what appeared to be a large cell, the door was ever so slightly ajar. Chez stopped just outside of it and pointed to the outline of a door at the far end of the cell

"That's it, that's our path out."

He ushered everyone into the cell, Bug leading infront and Chez trailing beind. Bug went to open the door...only to find it didn't open. That's when they heard a loud clunk and the undeniable sound of a lock being turned behind them.

They looked around to see the door shut, Chester on the other side of the bars, everyone else now trapped in the cell. He held onto the bars with one hand, the other holding a ring of keys he had snatched from a guard earlier

Bug demanded to know what was going on as they stormed over to the bars, standing right infront of Chester, the only thing between them being the bars of the cell

"...they're monsters *Bug*, they may have you fooled but they couldn't fool me. Monsters the lot of them"

Bug told him he was wrong that half-bloods were not monsters, he sighed as his gaze met theirs

"This is why you're in there with them, you've been tricked, tricked into believing these creatures are worth anything! They're murderers. Cruel, heartless beasts! They don't care about you or me, only themselves. They can't be freed, they're a danger, and knowing how much you care about them...you can't be free either"

That's right it's a Traitor! AU! ^^

Anywho what does Bug do?

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This is my linksona/Au. There are two in here, neither are named, but I love them! Lemme know if you want official stories for em’

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

So the concept for this one is a modern (ish) au of sometime early 2000. He’s a bit of a goof, in a semi popular band as their bassist, and horribly traumatised when a rip in his reality occurs. This did name gannon (what kinda name is that??) declares that he’s his mortal enemy. There’s all the classic zelda enemies and ganon even puppets around all his friends for a bit because the emotional damage is worth it. His character arch would be learning how and when is best to invest himself and learning which battles he needs to loose, as well as finding his footing.

Your phone buzzes on your eyeshadow stained dresser. You pick it up and flip up the top, holding it to your ear.

“Everyone shut up- Hi (name)!!!” Links voice was distorted over the speaker, but no less enthusiastic. You heard the teasing chatter of his band mates in the background, the usual screaming banter

“Hi!!” You responded with equal enthusiasm, trying your hardest not to let your phone drop from in between your ear and shoulder as you teased your hair

“You’re still coming to the concert tonight, right” If his phone had a cord, you could imagine him twirling it. The thought made you laugh.

“Damn right I am.” Your hair was about done, could use some more volume, but there’s only so much hairspray you could spray in a given room before you felt dizzy. You practically begun to rip clothes out of your closet in hopes of finding an outfit, “I still get front row, right?”

“Of course” He’d have let you sit on the stage if you asked.

“And backstage? I hope i can see these fangirls of yours” He groans, already tired of the thought.

“God don’t even-“ You cackle, smudging your black eyeshadow as you lined around your eyes. You eyes his jacket, honestly surprised that he didn’t notice you took it. “Look- I gotta go,” you could hear him getting screamed at through the speaker as you shrugged the large coat on “But i’ll see you soon, alright?”

“Of course.” But the next time he’d see you, you’d be strung up like a puppet. Limbs snapped unregularly as you were paraded around. You did not deserve such a fate. No one in this cruel cycle did.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Now this next one is a little new as far as concepts. This link is send through to the land of the moon by Hylia, sent to either make the walkers of that land repent for their sins, or die. They’re a byproduct of ganons remaining malice after he died and brought to life by hylias counterpart called Akina. It’s only when he’s tainted by the malice that he realises how badly blinded he was. He’s got some religious trauma

This world was filthy. The people were rude and impish and those who weren’t wallowed in such self pity that it wasn’t worth saving them. There was no sun to guide him here, he could not hear hylia’s orders as he once did. But still, he felt her eyes, ensuring he was following orders, safe. He looked down in the mirror pond and saw his world in the reflections. The right world. Hylia was right for wishing this realm ripped apart, there was no divinity here. Akina was a poor excuse of a goddess and a traitor to her sister. But it was this reliance on his goddess that got him here. Her light blinded his vision, and with no voice to guide him, he was left without awareness. The knife sunk into his back, and he felt himself wither.

“Hey, hey!” A voice faded into his mind. He felt horrible. He felt… pain. He shouldn’t feel pain. Only sinners felt pain. And yet he felt the burning of his blood and the hollowness of hunger- he was impure. He opened his eyes to see you looking down at him, eyebrows furrowed and silver eyes bearing i to him. They felt… calm. No longer eerie. Perhaps he could lead you into the light. “Are you…” Your voice was beautiful, he fixed on your words more than he ever did to anyone “You’re the hero” He sat up and clawed at his head. There was no presence there. He could not feel hylias gaze anymore. “That can’t be right… You’re” You tilt your head and examine him. He feels his blood rush, he feels the world around him. “You’re like us”

[thevagueambition]

i haven't rewatched most of them in a while but here's the second half of rhe Harry Potter Movies from worst to still very bad

Irredeemable: Order of the Phoenix

absolutely horrendous. takes my favourite of the books and goes through its motions without capturing any of its feeling. First of all Harry doesn't yell at Ron and Hermione about being isolated all summer to the point where Hermione starts crying when they reunite which is fake and bad and Let Your Movies Have Pathos. is this why people think Harry isn't canonically traumatised lmao

I don't mind Neville getting the credit for Dobby tipping them off about the Room of Requirement although it does make his reappearance in the DH part 1 movie really weird because iirc we haven't seen him in the movies since CoS, but cutting Marietta Edgecombe and making the discovery of Dumbledore's Army not a betrayal from within but something literally forced out of Cho with veritaserum that is then still treated as if it were a betrayal is very bad. In the books, Harry and Cho drift apart because Cho insists on defending her traitor of a friend whereas in the movie Harry is apparently just victimblaming Cho for being fed a truth potion???

also they cut so many cool sections of the climax in the Department of Mysteries and it's like ?? prioritise your time to get just some of this in there damn. you don't really fully get the sense that this is For Real the time the golden and silver trio are On Their Own in the Real World outside Hogwarts the way you do in the book because they're simply there for way too short a time before the adults show up for that to get through also they don't really establish the veil much so Sirius falling through it is super random

okay maybe the one redeemable thing is that they did Luna alright. even if she is way more autistic in the books

I Hate It Here: Deathly Hallows Part 2

Book!Harry spends the entire book obsessing about Dumbledore's backstory only for movie!Harry to show up like "I really don't care what happened with you and your brother" WHO IS THIS DIPSHIT IMPOSTER.

did they like. think the Dumbledore story line wasn't hugely thematically relevant because it absolutely is. every book in the second half of the series is partially about growing up and dealing with the adults you look up to being fallible

since 1) they cut the Dumbledore sl and 2) men aren't allowed to cry in these movies, the scene at King's Cross is pointless outside it's completely utilitarian function of giving Harry the choice to go back to life or not. again, Dumbledore tearfully apologising to Harry is fucking important. Harry's empathy for the piece of Voldemort's soul screaming under a bench somewhere is relevant

also cutting the Dumbledore Plot makes the ollivander and Grindelwald stuff with the wand super fucking random lmao

Voldemort dying in a puff of smoke because Cool Visual Effects when again, him dying *like the regular human he is at the end of the day* is hugely thematically important is also bad

Have Dumbledore's Army even been doing anything at Hogwarts before the golden trio show up??? you don't super get the sense they have lol.

generally this movie just seems interested in doing all the hashtag cool memorable moments with no thematic or even like narrative coherence

Really Bad: Half-Blood Prince

the stuff in diagon alley is done really weirdly and that attack on the burrow they added is also really weird

the mischaracterisation of Dumbledore present ever since Gambon took over becomes a particular problem because like a really big problem once Dumbledore becomes a central character because all the super poignant moments between Harry and Dumbledore are bereft of most of the emotionality they have in the book especially the cave seen where Gambon!Dumbledore is too manly to cry hysterically I guess

the death scene is also absolute nonsense like the ONLY reason mister "has a saving people thing" doesn't act to stop Dumbledore's murder/assisted suicide in the book is that he LITERALLY CAN'T, he's petrified under an invisibility cloak, under literally no fucking circumstances would he just stand around while someone threatened Dumbledore least of all Draco fucking Malfoy

they also like??? cut the actual climax of the book in favour of making the cave the climax I guess?? like in the book there's a giant fight happening at Hogwarts between Dumbledore's Army + some Order of the Phoenix members and the Death Eaters while in the movie I guess the Death Eaters just wandered in, killed Dumbledore, burned Hagrid's hut and left??? and no-one did anything lmao????

movie!Ginny is such a disgrace to book!Ginny, it's not the actors fault they don't have chemistry after probably feeling like siblings having known each other that long but by god is every romance scene they have an awkward mess

young!Tom Riddle is like hilariously obviously evil, even in his teenage appearance where he's supposed to be CHARMING slughorn into giving him information

also this is a petty point but young!Dumbledore should have looked gay and flamboyant like in the book and he doesn't this is homophobia

the best thing about this movie is that one video on YouTube where someone cut the funny moments together to look like the trailer for a teen movie because yeah to be fair this probably IS the funniest of the movies so at least it has that going for it

Still Very Bad: Deathly Hallows Part 1

Mostly just kind of boring iirc?? They fail to get a lot of the ways muggleborn witches and wizards are being overtly discriminated against accross in their version of the scenes in the Ministry of Magic which is uh bad when that's a huge point about how easily a reactionary government is turned fully fascist and Umbridge isn't just "haha toad" she's specifically super mega fascist and has always been so, the shift in power is conveniet to her as a fascist who would make do with what she could do under a conservative government but can now do those things overtly and openly. the fact that she existed comfortably under Fudge and is now showing herself to be fully onboard with Voldemort's preferred policy is an important point

all the movies hate Ron and they are wrong they shouldn't fight me irl Steve Kloves like never is your Harmony agenda more obvious than this movie

this becomes an even bigger problem when you have Ron's arc of letting his inferiority complex get to you because if you don't understand Ron, you won't be able to do him justice

since the movies hate Ron as well as men having feelings, the stuff when Hermione is being tortured upstairs by Bellatrix and Ron is fucking losing it is also not done justice

the Dobby stuff just feels like Here's A Cool Moment For The Fans in the movie because again Dobby hasn't been the presence throughout that he is in the books. like Dobby is legitimately their friend in the books in the movie it just feels like he's doing it as a sort of life debt thing for Harry freeing him or something

the first four movies were fine. the third is probably my favourite even though that one definitely also includes Some Choices. my full preference list is: 3, 1, 2, 4, 7p1, 6, 7p2, 5 (for comparison, my books preference goes 5, 6, 3, 7, 1, 4, 2)

[nbapprentice]

Can I just rant about Castlevania and Warren Ellis for a moment? S1 and S2 I adored, despite all its problems, and then S3 came around and - ugh. There is nothing worse seeing a WHITE man decide "Oh, hey, let's make S3 dark and edgy", then proceed to 1) shoehorn in a shitty POC face-heel-turn, turn out to be traitorous and murderous (1/?)

2) glorify and show the damn generals being "kickass" by abusing and stockholm syndrome'ing another character while the fandom praises him for Lenore's power move - never mind how traumatising and problematic the whole thing was on so many levels; and 3) yeet the entire, well-established Castlevania storyline for the sake of representation. I've just taken to pretending S3 doesn't exist, and it doesn't surprise me Ellis has been outed as a creep. Ick.

season 2 already had a problem with brutalizing hector and isaac and you know. you would’ve thought “hey, maybe they’ll see all the criticism about it and tone that shit down” but noooooooooooo warren ellis was like GOD i hate minorities and made the worst possible season 3 he could come up with.

the fact that ppl interpret lenore as a Bad Bitch >:) is nauseating.

“yeet the entire, well-established Castlevania storyline for the sake of representation“ i dont understand what you mean w this though. are you mad there’s poc in the show that didn’t exist in the games or. either way, i wouldnt even call it representation when its just a racist nightmare. should’ve just stuck to the main trio having adventures without trying to get #deep

castlevania has always been about Halloween Spookies and trying to make it Gritty Realistic Spooky was suuuuuuuuuch a terrible fucking move

[memoirsofafuneralhousemouse]

Magnus 164 Live Blogging. Spoilers ahead, so tread carefully:

4 minutes in and I, a person with chronic eczema and (very mild, mind you) excoriation disorder, should probably NOT be listening to this.

I am absolutely going to keep listening to this.

I mean I'm not triggered yet and I survived Jane Prentiss and her worms so how bad can this be?

Besides I already trimmed my nails yesterday so no harm will be done today that wasn't done last week.

The flies are SENDING ME. I'm so mad I THOUGHT ANOTHER FLY HAD BARGED INTO MY ROOM BUT IT WAS THE SOUNDSCAPE.

I hate you, Alexander J. Newall.

The villagers are all xenophobic send post.

Jon: "Tiphoid Mary..."

Me: I UNDERSTOOD THAT REFERENCE! :D

Me: Oh wait I'm supposed to be serious this is a serious podcast distributed by Rusty Quill and liscenced under a Creative Commons attribution share-alike 4.0 international liscence

Jonny Sims really is out there saying fuck bigot and racist lives and commit arson huh.

Pick your fighter: The girl peeling herself alive with a razos vs. me scratching my itchy leg with my feel because I'm too busy typing this with my hands to free them.

Don't worry I cannot hurt myself it's already bandaged and I put jeans on :) but fuck that xenophobic asshole though.

This is gross and I want to puke thank God I did not eat anything before this.

Telling on your neighbours for being "infected" or not "pure enough"... Shoa vibes? Shoa vibes.

Seriously THE FLIES. I. Hate. The. Flies.

I understand why Martin yeets himself into the Lonely in order NOT to hear this. Damn you Jonathan.

Did Rotten Girl's pussy just POP out of her containment hazmat suit? Maybe so.

My hair tie just bursted as Jon ended the recording and the hair I so dutifully kept in my manbun covered my eyes and I SCREAMED because damnit this was a new hair tie but also fuck you Jonny.

God he brings the rest of us down.

Thank God is over.

"YOUR GUIDEBOOK" Martin I love you please don't die.

"It's infectious" this is so sad Beholding play Toxic by Britney Spears.

Martin: How much can you See?

Jon: They're taking the hobits to Isengard.

Jonapedia is my favourite thing out of this season I need to get the App on my phone for work.

JON BEING SO OFFENDED BY MARTIN LYING ABOUT HIS MIDDLE NAME BABY NO HE DOES HAVE ONE HIS NAME IS MARTIN POTASSIUM BLACKWOOD.

Martin Klaus Blackwood?

Martin Krispie Blackwood.

Martin Krystal Blackwood.

Martin Kahoots Blackwood.

Martin... I can't think of anything else.

Basira is HUNTING.

Basira is HUNTING?!?!

Jonapedia is being WILD this episode. GO OFF KING! 👏

Wait what do you mean you don't KNOW?!

Your only JOB is to KNOW things Jon that's what you DO.

You DRINK (not!tea) and you KNOW things what ELSE is your PURPOSE then you SOGGY SOCK.

"How is he?" Martin baby WHY.

Jon can't see inside of Sauron which I guess deserves a "sike"? I don't know I can't think of a meme for this I am brain dead right now.

My god these bitches married! Good for them. Good for them.

Jon can't See Anabelle Cane because her Big Dick Energy is really just that Big.

"What "was" London." Bro you don't have to pretend. We all know London is awful, Fearpocalypse or not.

Jon's wow I can't even he's cute (in a rat kind of way).

MARRIED.

"Well go slow for a while."

Me: *Insert Cat Crying meme*

So... y'all gonna use Helen's door as an Uber? Or...

Don't MISNAME HELEN YOU HEATHEN

"Crazy kids" he eats rum and raisin ice cream Helen he is 80.

"Brave New World" is a book that severely traumatised me in high school. Thank you Jonathan once again you are a beacon of fear in all the unexpected and ludicrous ways possible.

"All I did was refuse to help." In which I am an Avatar of the Distortion, apparently.

Helen being homophobic is really turning me on I'm sorry Imogen Harris I swear I'm a good person I swear–

Martin DON'T tell on Jon like this you traitor! You meanie! You little piece of gummy bear I can't be MEAN to Martin I physically CAN'T.

Jon is too OP to go into the Distortion. I have to laugh.

Helen really went both "I hate gay people" and "god I love these homo bitches" in this episode huh

Jon stop denying your adorableness you Know there's a lot of thirsty people out there who are incredibly turned on by crusty mediocre looking men who are prematurely graying and look like they haven't slept in a week.

Which is a good thing because I am one of those gremlin people who are prematurely graying and I think it's very sexy of me to be considered attractive or adorable by someone else.

I need a Martin in my life.

God I'm lonely.

My hair's in my eyes I can't take this anymore.

"Cruel, viscious monster"... sounds like Wife Material to me.

That's IT?! Is that ALL?! JONATHAN IS THAT ALL??? IS THAT ALL THERE IS FOR THIS WEEK??? JONATHAN I'M STARVING YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME?!?! J O N A T H A N

Very good episode. I like the gay people. 6/10 because the statement was absolutely disgusting but I can take it if it means I get to hear Martin.

[attemptsatwriting-exe-blog]

Tease (Lotor x Reader)

This is an x reader posted from my previous account, @whysleepwhenyoucanwrite. It can also be found on my AO3.

Prompt: Guess who xD Cannnn I have a LotorxReader with the prompt, "How have you made it this long without someone throwing you out an airlock or something?" Because that sounds funny

A/N: Absolutely NO idea who this is XD Sorry this took so long! I’m gonna try and get my other prompts out soon aha. Sorry if you’ve been waiting for ages! I promise I’m working on your request (or will be soon). Anywho, thank you for requesting, ‘anon’!

Tease (Lotor x Reader)

Lotor had switched sides. That was what he claimed, anyway, after saving all of you and having a “discussion” with the team. He’d been a constant presence in the castle for the past few days; none of you trusted him, especially Keith and Allura, but as Shiro had pointed out, he didn’t have much reason to lie now he had been declared a traitor to the Empire, and you could keep a better watch on him if he remained in your vicinity.

So, the nine of you (if you included Matt, your newest arrival) had a tenth addition to the castle.

Which was all well and good, except he was so annoying.

It wasn’t as if there was any specific act he had committed that infuriated you; it was just his general attitude. The way he walked around as if he owned the place, that stupid smirk on his face and his fucking hair -

Another thing; he was unfairly attractive. Unfairly. Lance would be the first to agree with you - you’d caught him trying to enter Lotor’s room one time, claiming that “I need to find out what hair products he uses! It’s not fair!”

He also decided that the chair next to you was the one he sat in at every meal, making mealtimes awkward as hell. One time you’d been happily eating your food goo (or, well, as happily as you could be, considering it was food goo) when you’d turned to see Lotor staring directly at you. When you’d raised an eyebrow, he’d simply placed his spoon into his mouth, and winked. To your utter horror, your face had heated up, and you’d looked away to see Keith staring.

From that point on, you’d firmly decided to stay far away from Lotor as much as possible.

But he made it so hard.

At training he’d insist you be his sparring partner, and despite your constant glares at Shiro, he’d agreed. When you were all relaxing, he’d somehow find an excuse to sit next to you. Even when you were hanging out in the kitchen with Hunk - your safe haven - he’d miraculously appear, claiming he smelled something good - then sending you a smirk.

It was weird, and borderline creepy - scratch that, just creepy. You hated it.

“Do you have an obsession with me or something?” you’d suddenly blurted out one time in the corridor, when the purple pointy-eared bastard had shown up at your side again. Lotor simply gave you a side-eye, then smirked.

“So you have noticed my interest in you.” Not even glancing your way, Lotor huffed in amusement. “I wouldn’t call it an obsession. It’s simply more pleasing for my eyes to be around the best looking person in this castle.”

With that, he’d continued on his merry way, boots clacking against the floor as you stood stock still, sputtering in shock.

“What do you mean he called you the best looking person in the castle?!” Lance shrieked, the hairbrush he had been calmly passing through your hair jerking and probably pulling out fifty strands with it. You yelped, and Lance hurriedly apologised, going back to brushing smoothly. “I thought that was me,” he whined.

“Aw, Lance,” you giggled. “It is you.”

“Well, I’d certainly hope so,” he replied indignantly. “Otherwise there isn’t much else going for me,” he added, voice low enough you almost couldn’t hear.

“Excuse me, what?” you exclaimed, turning around abruptly. “What do you mean, not much else going for you?!”

Lance had frozen, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Well, I mean, uh…”

“You’re our sharpshooter!” you practically yelled, your face barely inches away from Lance’s. “And you’re the one that boosts morale, that glues the team together… not just that, you’re smart, you’re protective of your friends, and you’re the best damn shot I’ve ever seen. The team wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Lance smiled, eyes glassy, and you reached around for the mirror behind you, then held it up to his face.

“Now, repeat after me; “you is smart, you is kind, you is important”.”

Lance chuckled a little, but did as you instructed, speaking into his reflection. “You is smart, you is kind, you is important.”

“Hell yes you are!” you shouted, and wrapped your friend in a hug. “Now keep brushing my hair, I like it.”

It was one thing receiving glances and vague gestures. Now he was being forthright about it.

When you were sparring, he’d lean in and whisper “you always look your best like this,” then flip you over his shoulder while you were still stood in shock. Then, while you were pinned down:

“I must admit I’ve already imagined you below me, although it was in quite a different context to this.” You shoved his smirking face away from you.

That was the first straw.

The second straw came when Allura and Shiro were explaining bayards to Lotor in depth, per his request. When Lance demonstrated how a Paladin could switch the form of their bayard, switching from his blaster to a rifle, Lotor leant down and whispered “You’ve already unlocked my bayard,” his breath hot on your neck.

Through your frustration, the soft ‘oof’ that came from the Prince as your elbow made contact with his midsection was quite satisfying.

After the group had disbanded, you approached Allura, figuring she’d at least have some idea of how to deal with unwarranted flirting.

“Princess.”

Allura turned to you, blue eyes questioning. “Yes, Y/N?”

You’d planned to be quite calm and collected when you approached the Princess about this; after all, she clearly appreciated maturity, and you wanted her full attention on this.

Instead, your voice cracked as you managed a desperate “help me.”

The last straw came at dinner, after a brief respite period with no random invasions of privacy, no pick up lines, and no flirting. In retrospect, you should have known it was coming.

He’d been silent next to you for the entire meal, which should have been a warning sign in itself. Right when you were least expecting it, the uncomfortably familiar sensation of whispering in your ear was present again, paired with the words “While this food goo does prove itself satisfactory, I’d much prefer to… how you Earthlings might say… eat out.”

That was it.

Within a second, Lotor was blinking at you through the food goo that dripped down his face and hair, looking ultimately displeased. Before anyone could open their mouth, you beat them to it.

“How have you made it this long without someone throwing you out an airlock or something?” you exploded, standing up for emphasis. “Do you treat everyone like this, you fucking dickass?”

“Language,” Shiro chided, and you turned to him hoping your eyes were screaming murder as much as your brain was, because really?

A tense silence descended upon the table, with you staring daggers at Shiro, and Lotor glaring at you through food goo, before it was broken with an indignant cry.

“His hair!”

Of course, Lance.

“Don’t you understand how much effort goes into having hair like that? The - all that work - gone to waste -”

“It was FUCKING WARRANTED TRUST ME,” Pidge spoke through gritted teeth, staring at the table with wide eyes. Matt sent her a confused glance, before turning to Lotor.

“What did you just say to traumatise my little sister?”

A heavy weight dropped in your stomach as you realised - “Oh GOD you heard that.”

Pidge nodded, still not looking anywhere but directly in front of her. Even Lotor had the decency to look relatively ashamed. Allura narrowed her eyes at the prince, crossing her arms, while Keith’s eyes darted rapidly around the room with confusion.

The room became instantly more uncomfortable, and you felt a hot flush creep up your neck. Any minute now -

“So, uh… what did he say, exactly?” Keith asked, eyebrows raised.

“You don’t want to FUCKING KNOW,” Pidge groaned, leaning forwards to whack her head on the table. At this, Shiro frowned at Lotor too, shoulders rising. The half-Galran looked around the room; Lance appearing conflicted, Keith, Hunk and Coran confused, Matt and Shiro intimidating, Pidge mortified, and Allura murderous. Evaluating his choices, he appeared to come to a smart conclusion, because the prince mumbled an apology in your direction before leaving the room in a hurry.

As you were getting ready for bed that evening, you were disturbed by a knock at the door. Opening it to see Lotor, looking sheepish, you tensed, back straightening.

After waiting for him to say something, and instead meeting an awkward silence, you cleared your throat.

“What do you want?”

Cheeks flushing a slightly darker shade of purple, Lotor refused to meet your eyes as he spoke.

“It has been brought to my attention that my behaviour towards you has been… extremely inappropriate.”

“You can say that again,” you snorted, and received a harsh glare. Unfazed, you smirked in return. “Just telling it like it is, Prince L’Oreal.”

“It was not in my intention to make you uncomfortable.” Still looking anywhere but at your face, Lotor continued. “I wish to apologise for my behaviour.”

Analysing the man in front of you, you considered your options. You could refuse his apology, and either he’d stay away from you… or he’d keep the comments coming with a vengeance. That, or you could accept his apology and see how things went.

“You’ll stop with the unwanted comments?” “Of course.”

You fixed Lotor with a suspicious stare, scrutinising him with your gaze. While he still didn’t meet your eyes, he did appear sincere.

“Fine.”

He looked up at that, blue eyes gazing directly into yours. “… ‘fine’?”

“Fine.”

Appearing satisfied, the prince turned and walked away. Just as you made to return to the safety of your room, he swivelled on one foot and appeared in your doorway again. Your eyelids lowered in exasperation.

“What now?”

Once again, he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“The Princess, ah… advised… that if I really desired you the way I do, I should court you.”

You blinked.

“Court me?”

“Yes.” Gaining confidence, Lotor extended a hand to you. “Spend time with you. Buy you gifts. Make you happy.”

Courting. No one on Earth did that anymore; romance had mainly descended to ‘send nudes’ and the occasional date. It sounded… old-fashioned, sure, but kinda nice.

The only thing you were doubtful of was the person you’d be courting.

You began to evaluate the decision in your head. First and foremost, Lotor was certainly not lacking in the looks department, that was for sure. However, you’d been fighting against him for months, and still weren’t necessarily able to trust him. Also, he’d been a dick similar to the fuckboys you’d encountered back home. Ew.

Still, he seemed sincere in his apology, and his intent. Besides, you could easily end the process whenever you wanted to - with the knowledge that Allura would kick his ass if he did anything to hurt you.

Well…

“You know what? Sure.”

Before Lotor could speak, you uttered one last sentence before closing the door in his face. “But I expect flowers, bitch.”

[onceabluemoonwrites]

Homeward bound (Gospel Without Compass)

Title: Homeward bound (Gospel Without Compass) Author: OnceABlueMoon Rating: T Pairing: Fran & Hibari Kyoya

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Summary:  Bodyswap AU in which Fran gets lost in the large scheme of things, and Hibari picks up drifting feathers.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

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Written for the @khrrarepairweek Day 6 - Cloud Day: Bodyguard/Hitman AU | Kidnapping (…even though the kidnapping ended up so out of place that it became an omake).  The original inspiration, however, was a lovely ask from @metronomeihear with the prompts ‘’Hibari and Fran’’  and ‘’the pretender’’. I adored writing this!

It’s terrifying, Fran thinks sometimes, how easy it is to melt into Hibari’s skin. It’s so obvious to him, when he sees his own body walk by, green hair loose underneath the hat; that’s not his gait- he walks a millisecond slower, just a little less brisk. That’s not his joke- sure, it sounds like it’s his, but it isn’t, because Hibari talks just a little lower, the way Fran’s own voice is not meant to be used.

It hurts, knowing the others don’t notice.

Kusakabe noticed it immediately. Sawada’s eyes linger on him when he enters the room, but he’s got hyper intuition. It’s not cheating- Fran’s Varia, in the Varia there is no cheating, only power, and those who don’t have the power to succeed are eliminated.

The Varia is cold halls, corpses in closets, the smell of rotten-don’t-find-out-for-you-own-sanity. Slinking through the mansion is strange, as if walking through a space that doesn’t exist, a parking lot, an airport, a stairwell.

Places that don’t have a right to exist, other than being a portal to another place.

The sound of shattering glass, a screaming Squalo and swoosh from a knife in the dark, aimed at his heart.

The Varia mansion doesn’t feel like a home, but the others treat it like one, so maybe it’s just Fran.

He doesn’t belong there. Nor did he belong with Mukuro and his gang.

It was illusions, and strange places. It was a man in his head, who had a guarded, hot-cold, hurt heart entangled in a war with his mind. It was fashion disasters, and screaming, a woman playing on her clarinet, speaking French together late at night. It was calling Ken a dog, while simultaneously being the one receiving the treats. It was asking Chikusa to teach him tricks with yoyo’s- a childish fit of adventure, quickly brushed off afterward (and if Fran was often found swirling Bel-senpai’s knives around his finger, fingers jerking as if reeling something in then that was his business).

It was… Avoiding Mukuro’s previous apprentice when she visited, because Fran was not made for warm cheeks and Kuromu (Chrome? He was never quite sure about the pronunciation- Mukuro kept switching between them) was way too pretty.

And before Mukuro, there was his grandmother, apple pie and the sound of Au Claire de la lune- as if she knew that no door of love would ever be open to him.

He doesn’t remember his parents.

But that’s all backwards. He was with his parents. They died. Not much difference, it was, with his grandmother. He certainly couldn’t protest as a baby.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t protest either when Mukuro came to get him. Maybe that’s why he stayed, when Squalo and Bel-senpai stole him away in the night. He never struggled, that’s for certain.

At this point in his life, it’s more than clear: Fran is not the one moving, he’s the component that stays in place, until others move him. Like a coffee cup, lifted from the cabinet, filled, drunk from, and when the liquid was gone and only the bitter suds remained, they rinsed him off to be drunk from by the next person.

So when he woke up, like this, in Hibari’s body… He just went with it.

It’s not strange. Not at all.

Fran has no home, has no place where he belongs, lives his life like that cup until it falls and shatters.

So why, oh, why, must Hibari look at him like that?

Those are his own eyes staring back at him, and pity tastes like burned toast.

Fran’s never been shy about spitting food he doesn’t like out.

Hibari has never been shy either, about biting people to death or otherwise. If there was a time he might’ve clutched his mother’s skirts, then it was an act from a past, long-forgotten life. (The blood, though, he never forgot. Neither did he forget his uncle’s face when he came to Namimori to visit his sister, only to find out the Triads already visited and left him a little present in the form of her dead cold body and a deeply traumatised, disturbed nephew.

Fon is the one who coaxed him out of the forest, wild as an animal, raw and hurting and if there’s anyone who understands what it’s like not to belong, it’s Hibari.

The difference between the pineapple’s green apprentice and him? Hibari has learned the world will never change, not unless you make it. Fran… Took one look and was content to remain where he was, shoved and passed around by others. Too lazy to lift a finger, or perhaps, too sad.

He doesn’t know what it’s like to have your mother’s still warm blood on your face, to watch her mow down two men with her, telling you to run because those bastards can’t have the satisfaction of killing you both.

Would it have cost her so much to tell him that she loved him? …Would it have changed a thing?

Hibari has calmed down. He is a murderer, he is mafia. He is Namimori’s protector, he is Namimori’s demon. He has a fire in his soul, but his soul is not a fire, and his bones are deep, dark and old.

He is the forest to Fran’s pine tree, mirror image of what could have been and perhaps, a vision of the future.

Neither of them are interested in that.

Fran isn’t even interested in getting his own body back- but Hibari is, because Fran is short and does not have the proper muscles for tonfa wielding. Also, Hibari isn’t going to be an eighteen-year-old snot again, so that’s that.

Now. To get the carnivore into line.

Receiving memories from ten years in the future, just a month or two, didn’t feel like gaining memories- no, it felt like losing them.

There was nothing stranger than a ten-year gap between your current self and the one you remembered there being in the future- you were that person, yet not, and it messed you up.

Nobody had expected the effects to reach this far, though.

Chrome’s eyes flit through the room. Nothing unusual ‘bout that. She did that- it was a thing. Fran wants to bash his head against the door, until it’s good and bloody. This is absolute hell. Whenever he snaps back, somehow, she’s right there, next to the Boss, painting his toenails as he did hers (how she survived he had no idea, but then again, she had been Mukuro-sama’s apprentice, and it showed). Whenever he snaps forward- like an elastic, boom, back into Hibari- she’s somehow in front of him, all purple hair and… and…

Squalo, that filthy traitor, called Fran out on his blushing.

God have mercy on him.

(Hibari offers to beat him up next time they swapped, and Fran doesn’t know how to deal with that either. Is Hibari defending his… honor? Feelings? Saving his own skin by making sure Fran didn’t do something stupid like getting killed over his hormones? Nah, too much effort, and Hibari knows that. 

...Doesn’t he?)

Maybe in another world, Mukuro came after Fran. Maybe in another world, Fran learned to fight. Maybe in another world- but there is this world only, and Fran must live in it.

‘’Then live and fight, carnivore.’’

There are many things that Fran has learned by now, and though sometimes Hibari’s body feels more like home than his own, how sometimes his skin itches as if he doesn’t belong in his own body… Fran is home. In Namimori, where the sun shines, where Kusakabe keeps a watchful eye on him, where Sawada Nana smiles knowingly and gives him a juice box and a snack for on the way. The Varia halls are still cold, but somedays, Boss’ smirks just shy of amusement, somedays, Squalo looks at him and speaks a little softer, somedays, Belphegor saves dessert for him. Other days, Lussuria drags Levi and Fran shopping, and they bond over sore feet and Lussuria’s happy smiles.

…For the first time in his life, Fran is not content with being a coffee cup, and Hibari seizes the moment and exploits it.

He’ll teach the child how to sharpen his teeth yet.

Fran is fifteen, still a child, and maybe, just maybe, it’s going to be alright.

Omake:

Somewhere, Fran just knew, Mukuro was laughing his ass off.

As far as Hibari was concerned, all Fran needed to do was cease getting kidnapped.

Hibari didn’t give a damn about the stained glass. He wanted his fucking body back, and preferably before he did something like accidentally slit the green carnivore’s wrist on said stained glass while bursting through.

Why did the baby carnivore get kidnapped again? Hibari needed to reconsider Fran’s carnivore status like yesterday.

[petite-neko]

Dissentient - 5

Fanfiction: Dissentient Story Summary: Trafalgar Law wasn’t a lot of things. But the one thing he most definitely was, was a man in denial. But you’d never hear him say that. Instead, he’d just blame that damned Strawhat. Characters: Zoro, Luffy, Law Pairing: Eventual LawLu Rating: T Warnings: A good use of swearing, Angst, grumpy!Law A/N: YOU NEED TO READ THIS STORY FIRST.

Sorry! I had a lot of problems with this chapter for some reason. Here you go! ///runs off to work now

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“Torao.”

Luffy had apparently returned from his walk, or whatever it was that he had been doing. There was this tone in his voice; probably worried would be the best word to describe it. Worried and… not quite condescending but he most certainly didn’t approve.

“There’s more than enough people doing watch.”

A walk around the ship it had been then, and of course he chose to notice how many people were doing the night watch. Great. Just great.

“Let’s go to bed?”

A hand was on his shoulder, and if Law shrugged it off, he knew that Luffy would know that something had been bothering him. God damn it, why did he have to start accepting Luffy’s need for physical contact? All he wanted to do was shrug Luffy off, tell him to buzz off and go back to ignoring him. He didn’t need this prying right now!

His thoughts had obviously not had nearly enough time to settle since the other had pestered to him last. (He didn’t know how long it had been, why couldn’t it have been longer? Or never?) There still was the anger, but it was starting to settle in towards himself than at Luffy. Because Luffy had thought so highly of him up to now and…

“Please?” Luffy’s lips were next to his ear now. “I always feel better after I sleep.”

Could he just stop being perceptive for a minute dammit?

Law swallowed the frustration, feeling his fist clench in the process. “Later.” He managed through grit teeth. “I told you,” there… he was starting to calm down now, “I’m not comfortable with having strangers responsible for my safety. Strangers, which have proven to be incompetent once already.”

Luffy made a booing sound and backed off, muttering something about boring and serious Torao as he left towards the sleeping area.

Once Luffy was out of ear and eye shot he sighed and slumped forward onto the railing.

Good, that idiot should be mad at me…

Trafalgar Law had never been deserving of kindness and admiration.

It wasn’t fair to pretend he ever had been. Not to Luffy, not to himself. Maybe one day he could become such a man…

But he most certainly wasn’t then and he wasn’t too certain if he even was now…

.xxx.

If anybody had been watching them, well it wouldn’t be obvious of their… disagreements from last night. (Could it even be called that? Really he didn’t know. It was just two stubborn people being well… stubborn.)

No, Luffy was still clinging to his side and blabbing off about this or that and making inquiries as he always had.

And he supposed that his own current moods and behaviours and actions were just due to the night before but…

Well he snapped. Over the most mundane and redundant of things. It was stupid, and he knew it then, and knew it now. It was over Bepo, over ‘that bear this, that bear that…’ Over Luffy’s just… Luffy-ness.

It was all he really seemed to want to talk about today, really. For some reason Luffy was fascinated with his navigator. Always had been actually, now that he thought about it. (He had pointed Bepo out before him back at Sabaody for example.) And Law was honestly baffled by it. He had a fucking talking reindeer who was actually a reindeer for crying out loud!

(And he wasn’t even going to touch the nickname thing and how Luffy just assumed…)

At the very least, he managed to keep a relatively cool head about everything aside from one minor outburst. He’d save his arguing for later on if Luffy brought up his damn sleeping habits and night watches again… And so he just dismissed it and allowed Luffy to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do.

He was good at that, at the very least, even while tired.

.xxx.

Law was honestly getting sick of this already. Three nights in a row. Three fucking nights in a row. Usually he could get a decent enough sleep within three nights, or at the very least just pass out somewhere. (Then again, that was amongst his crew who knew of his sleeping habits and problems and there was always Bepo and…)

Just what was it? Was it because he had practically re-traumatised himself by going to Dressrosa? That he had seen Doflamingo… talked to… heard… and even gotten beaten up by Doflamingo for the first time in years? By forcing himself to fight his nightmares?

(It had been Cora-san this time. Vergo… The birdcage…)

It was fucking frustrating. Why did sleep have to be so damn difficult?

He had walked out again and was just staring out to sea, using his ‘charade’ of taking a night watch shift and he placed his head against the railings. He could feel the weight on his eyelids…he was so tired but…

“…Torao? You’re doing watch again?”

…Luffy?

He sluggishly lifted his head and turned to look at the other. Yes, that was Luffy, he wasn’t hallucinating. Well, that or he was fully hallucinating. Who knew at this point?

…What was he doing up? Certainly he didn’t have another nightmare…

Oh, right he was supposed to answer the idiot.

“It’s something one does nightly Mugiwara-ya.” A shitty excuse and explanation, he knew, but he wasn’t really using his energy to come up with stuff to convince an idiot that he didn’t have a sleeping problem. No, that was used to keep himself awake.

(Stupid, he knew, but he didn’t exactly want to return to nightmares. He was far too exhausted for that drainage.)

Luffy huffed. Oh, he didn’t like Law’s excuse at all it seemed. “There’s more than enough people to rotate Torao!” He put his hands on his hips all haughtily and just looked the epitome of upset. “So you can get some sleep sometimes!”

“Why must you constantly make me repeat myself Mugiwara-ya? I told you I don’t enjoy doing it. Trust issues.” He gestured towards him and a random Barto Club member.

But seriously? What was his problem? Why was Luffy so concerned about this? It wasn’t his body. It wasn’t his problem. It wasn’t his concern.

“Then I’ll stay up.”

…What?

Apparently the blank look in his eyes was very obvious. Enough for somebody as idiotic as Luffy to pick up and read, and he continued. “I said I’ll stay up and watch. You trust me, right? So go to bed.”

…Are you fucking kidding me?

Why? Why was he doing this? Law didn’t understand. This. Any of this. (His exhaustion wasn’t helping matters either…) But at the same time he just couldn’t refuse Luffy’s offer either. No, because then that’d just be admitting that yes, he couldn’t sleep or didn’t want to, and that the watch was really just a ruse he hid behind and he couldn’t just…

God fucking dammit!

“Fine.” The sigh was probably angrier than it should have been. “I’ll go lay down.”

Lovely. Just fucking lovely. Now he was going to lay down and pretend to sleep and have nothing else to do than to just wander around in his traitorous brain and…

Fucking Mugiwara no Luffy.

.xxx.

The next day, Trafalgar Law truly was a grump.

Not that that was of any sort of unusual. It was just more pronounced than normal. He was irritated and mad and simply just tired.

So he made a point to avoid everybody.

He got himself out of bed before Luffy had even woken up, simply used his abilities to eat breakfast (which really wasn’t helping his exhaustion at all) and just did everything he could so that annoying bundle of rubber wouldn’t spot him.

Right now he was off in a secluded area of the ship, the sun beating down at him… really the warmth wasn’t helping either. He really did just want to sleep but…

The last thing he needed was to wake up gasping or screaming with people awake and paying attention or that idiot at his side and…

God he was just so fucking tired…

“Torao!”

Of course. Fucking of course. That idiot found him anyway.

“Whatcha doing over here?”

He could only sigh. He was tempted to just hide his head between his knees and pretend this never happened but, no, he couldn’t. “Trying, and failing,” at the very least, he gave Luffy a glare at that word before continuing, “to get some peace and quiet.”

The idiot made a thoughtful hum before he decided he would sit himself next to Law and continued humming happily.

Great, just fucking great.

And of course he chuckled softly as he always did and leaned, contorting his body in ways that made him mentally cringe just looking at it.

“Torao’s eyes are darker.”

…What the fuck was he on about?

Then the idiot twisted even more and Law couldn’t help the physical cringe now. And his arms moved before thumbs settled beneath his eyes. Seriously, how the fuck…?

“Here.”

Oh he was speaking now, maybe he should focus on the idiot’s words instead of the weird position that he had gotten himself into.

“It’s so dark. Chopper said dark eyes are bad.”

…Since when did bags under ones eyes become a topic of conversation between Luffy and Chopper, he knew not, but the relevance was becoming quite annoying right now…

But Law shrugged at it. This was easy enough to dissuade the other. At least he hoped. “I’ve had them for a long time Mugiwara-ya.”

(And that he had. Ever since Flevance… that’s when the nightmares started…)

And now that idiot was pouting at him in his weird uncomfortable-looking position. “Well they aren’t good for you. Chopper said so.”

Arg! What was with this boy and telling him what he should and shouldn’t do and his concern and---

“Mugiwara-ya, I’m the doctor here, remember?”

Okay, maybe that was said a bit more forcefully than necessary.

“B-But…”

More fucking pouting.

Law just simply gave him a look however, and thankfully Luffy backed off – on the subject and out of that strange position of him. He was still pouting though before Law decidedly glanced elsewhere, feeling the other now slumped against his side.

It had become quiet.

Sure, Law was thankful that the idiot finally shut up no matter how strange and odd it was but…

Well he wouldn’t say he was concerned but it was unusual for Luffy to be so quiet for so long…

And so he glanced back at the other only to notice that damned Strawhat had fallen asleep against him. Great.

Fucking lovely.

(Well, at least from the eventual snores it would stay relatively quiet…)

It wasn’t as unpleasant as he thought it would be however. Perhaps that was simply because he had grown so accustomed to Luffy’s presence against him that he hardly noticed it.

In fact it was almost…

(Almost what?)

He spared another glance at the sleeping captain.

You trust me, right?

What was with this boy…?  As the frustration boiled down, Law could feel the exhaustion settling back in… and that sun… it really felt nice right now… it was warm and he was against something soft and…

He didn’t even realise as he drifted off.

.xxx.

A soft sound left him and he brought a hand up to his face, rubbing at it.

“Torao?”

Law jolted at the sound. It wasn’t that it was loud, no. It was just the last thing he was expecting to hear.

Luffy’s voice. Shit, did he fall asleep while Luffy was relaxing against him?

(No—wait… wasn’t that idiot sleeping?)

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

Law mumbled something, but even he wasn’t too certain what he said. He felt himself relaxing against and… surprisingly Luffy was… comfortable. It was like Bepo and…

Numbly, he felt a hand on him.

“If Torao want to sleep some more, he can.” And that damned chuckling again…

Right now he wasn’t too certain whether or not he’d regain some sleep but… rest sounded like a damn good idea right now. “Mmm…” he grumbled out, his eyes drifting closed again. He was just comfortable and it was still warm out…

He received even more chuckling in response.

It wasn’t mockery though. No, it was just Luffy.

Now, he wasn’t too certain really how long they sat like that, or even if he had drifted out of consciousness or not, but eventually Law felt that laziness lift away and he gradually sat up properly.

“Torao’s awake now?”

When he turned and looked at Luffy there was just this…. Strange expression on his face. If Law didn’t know better, he might have called it bashful. At the very least, Luffy was happy.

“Ah.” And Law nodded in confirmation.

…And then that idiot tackled him.

“I’m glad! But I mean I’m also glad Torao got some sleep too. You need to sleep more Torao! You’ll feel better!”

(Ah, that was easier said than done Luffy…)

But strangely enough, he didn’t actually remember dreaming… and his sleep was actually rejuvenating for once…

Ah, whatever, he probably just passed out from exhaustion. He did it back on Dressrosa. In fact that was probably the last place he really got a full rest.

And so he just shrugged. Honestly, he couldn’t wait to get back to his crew. There he’d be able to just drag Bepo off somewhere and just… sleep for an extended period of time and nobody would bother him and…

He actually missed his crew…

Passing out while against Luffy, that was just a coincidence.

Aside from Bepo, Trafalgar Law didn’t sleep against anybody.