#heLLO giant big brother :'))

[florshedworf]

AHAHSGHAGHSHAJAVGDHJAW WHAT IS THIS

[nerditudes]

@dnangelic caught the attention of the excitable pup. rip dark

"I like you. We're friends now. Do you work out? You look like you work out. Woah-- and your hair is so cool! I've never seen hair that color before. And you're pretty too--" He's one to talk-- a tall-ish sort of guy himself, with wild dark hair and striking blue eyes.

Though in his eyes, the purple haired dude in the fancy threads was way cooler than most of the folk he'd met in his life. Honestly-- a guy like that could give Sephiroth a run for his money, least as far as Zack was concerned.

"Are you a model?"

[mahmood7]

Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #365 )✅️

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

.

We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help

[deadsetobsessions]

Gothic mushroom shaped candles. Danny picked one up, grinning. Sam would have love these on her alters. Very Sam, very Gotham.

It a bit bittersweet, now that he could think of her without being paralyzed by crushing grief. Her and Tucker both. Danny turned, keeping an eye on Tim as he glared into the case of used cameras.

Danny walked over and tried not to feel guilty about practically mooching off of a child. Even if the money he was using was actually the Drakes’.

“Like anything you see?”

Tim shook his head. Danny pondered over what little he knew of photography- all of which he learned from documentaries that were more focused on nature.

“I think there might be a camera store a couple of blocks down. We could get the ones that takes photos of animals, like the really big ones that takes photos of wildlife?”

“I guess. I mean, I don’t need it since we can…” Tim glanced around suspiciously. Danny willed his mouth to not smile at Tim’s antics. “Fly close,” the kid finished in a whisper.

“Okay, but what about when I’m not there?”

Tim hunched up on himself and Danny despaired inwardly. Uh oh, what did he say now?”

“Are you going somewhere?” Tim quietly asked, sounding hurt and upset.

“No,” Danny soothed, patting Tim on the head. I mean, what if I’m busy with stuff but you want to go take pictures without me?”

“You said to go get you whenever I wanna go out to take pictures.”

“Okay, yeah, I- well, we might as well get you a quality camera, right? To take really really good pictures of the… local wildlife. Like… the birds and the bats, and all that.” Danny winked exaggeratedly.

Tim blinked and giggled when he got the joke. “Okay, as long as you’re staying!”

Danny grinned, fangs and all. “Of course.”

——

At the end of their shopping spree, generously provided and sponsored by the Drake family and their heavy black card, Danny got a phone and Tim got a wild life camera that was a whopping $4,000 but was compact enough to not look absolutely ridiculous.

“It’s heavy!” Tim whined, as he grinned like a loon.

“It’s quality,” Danny plopped the shopping bags on the island in one of the giant kitchens Drake manor had. “I’ll make dinner. You figure out those settings and you can tell me about it when we eat.”

“Okay!” Tim hummed excited, quick fingers and laser focus already aimed at his new device.

Danny picked up his new phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. As it rung, Danny held it up to his ear and began prepping the ingredients. At least

“Hello?” His sister’s cautious voice came through the phone. Danny’s shoulders relaxed.

“Heya, Jazz.” He could see Tim’s ears all but perk up in order to eavesdrop. His mouth quirked up in amusement and Danny turned away. He probably shouldn’t be encouraging that kind of behavior… but it was funny.

“Danny! Are you okay? I- I heard that they chased after you and I was worried sick! Are you safe? Any injuries? Do I need to pick you up?”

“I’m good. Promise. Not bleeding out or dying. It’s actually pretty nice right now,” Danny paused before turning back a little more so he could watch Tim’s reaction peripherally. “Hey, listen, can I adopt a little brother?”

He watched Tim sit up straighter eyed flickering up to him and back down again, a secretly pleased look on his face as he figured out that Danny was in fact talking about him.

“Danny, what the hell?” Jazz huffed, audibly relieved to know that Danny wasn’t on his merry way to becoming a full on ghost. “Who, why, and what kind of trouble did you get into now?”

“Hey, this was me getting out of trouble. Those people don’t even know where I escaped to. Tim helped me out a lot,” Danny said in the tone that meant ‘and there’s more to it but I can’t tell you right now.’

“His name’s Tim?”

“Yeah, you wanna say hi?”

Tim looked terrified as he heard Danny’s side of the conversation. Danny could relate.

“Alright. But you’re explaining everything later, got it?”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Danny turned to Tim, abandoning the peas he was shelling and rinsing off his hand to hold the phone.

“Tim, my sister, Jazz, wants to say hi. Are you cool with that?”

“Uhm! Yeah! Yeah, sure.” Tim, honest to ancients, squeaked. Danny’s enhanced hearing could pick up Jazz’s already melting heart. He taped a button.

“Jazz, you’re on speaker.”

“Hey, Tim. I’m Jazz. Thanks for taking care of my little brother!”

“Uh, hi, Jazz! I’m Timothy Drake! And, uh, you’re welcome! Anytime!”

Tim glanced at Danny for reassurance, relaxing a bit when the halfa threw him a double thumbs up.

Jazz went quiet.

“Jazz, you good?” Danny asked.

“We’re adopting him. Danny, you better make sure knows about everyone. Hi, Tim, I’m Jazz, your new big sister.”

“Uh- I have parents.”

“That can be fixed,” Jazz casually brushed off. Tim looked like a deer in headlights, so Danny took his sister off speaker and went back to cooking. He made sure to smile at Tim.

“Don’t worry, we won’t adopt you if you don’t want to. But it wasn’t a joke, we’re very serious.”

“I’ll think about it?”

Danny shrugged. “Good enough for me.”

“So, where are you?” Jazz asked him, rustling coming through on the phone.

“Gotham.”

“You are so fucking lucky I love you, dumbass. I’ll be there tomorrow at noon.”

“Playing hooky, are you?”

“Fuck off, little brother, before I show Tim your toddler pictures.”

“Thanks, Jazz.”

“Bye, Danny. Don’t get killed again when I’m not there, got it?”

“Sure, sure.”

Danny smiled and returned to his agenda of stuffing as many vegetables into one meal as he can. At least the food isn’t trying to tear out his face.

——

Robin hasn’t heard the eerie giggles around lately, but he’s been practicing his own. It’s weird though, because there’s always a glint of something in the corner of his eyes.

“Robin, muggers.”

“On it, B. Shall we, Batgirl?”

“Let’s go, Boy Wonder.”

[luffington]

hello!! 🩷 may i request a doflamingo and corazon x fem!reader (nsfw)? these brothers are very much different from one another so i feel like corazon would always scold doffy for being mean to y/n lol. but somehow corazon himself also has a nasty streak in him when he's fucking her and doffy knows it

✧.* art credit!

➤ pairing: donquixote doflamingo x afab!reader x donquixote rosinante (corazon)

➤ word count: 1.7k

➤ warnings: threesome, oral (m receiving), choking, bondage, degradation, creampie, corazon is mute, she/her for reader

nothing physical happens between doffy and cora but doffy is still a freak so read at your own risk!

ugHHHH the concept ever!!!! i think about this so much more than i should.... there's no way cora's a 100% pure virtuous angel boy he's gotta have some very repressed darkness in him

i briefly threw this in but i LOVE the idea of doffy being weirdly possessive of the name rosinante and who gets to call him that. their dynamic is sooooo interesting but we'll never see more of it thanks oda >:(

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

The Donquixote brothers didn’t want to look like each other. But stripped bare and shadowed in dim bedroom light, the similarities were uncanny.

Soft blonde hair ruffled by your fingers and slicked back from sweat. Long and lanky limbs, big hands that felt calloused when they ran across your naked skin. Perfectly sculpted bodies littered with decades worth of scars. You had only seen the older brother without sunglasses one time, and their strikingly beautiful eyes side by side made your breath catch in your throat. 

This bizarre situation began many months ago, not long after you joined the Donquixote Family. At first, you could easily figure out which brother was touching you – the soft kisses of a gentle giant or the fangs of a hungry beast. Doflamingo had actually blindfolded you once for that exact purpose with the promise of rewarding you if you got every answer correct. And you did. But you hated not being able to see Corazon, and hated how much Doflamingo enjoyed taking away his brother’s only form of communication.

Now, it was harder to tell them apart.

Strings wrapped around your waist, your thighs, your tits. Kept your hands tightly bound behind your back. Doflamingo had you speared on his cock and bounced you up and down with marionette motions like an actual puppet. His massive length stretched your insides delightfully and kissed the tip of your cervix with every thrust. He intentionally positioned your back to his chest so you could look at his brother, sitting cross-legged in front of you near the edge of the bed. Corazon’s gaze lingered on your debauched expression and the way your soft flesh bulged around Doflamingo’s too-tight strings. Jaw hanging slack as he stroked off his own dick, long and veiny and already beginning to leak precum. 

The younger’s face paint was almost completely smeared off – streaks of maroon coated your mouth like badly applied lipstick and littered your inner thighs. Practically indistinguishable from the red lines inflicted by Doflamingo’s strings. 

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Doflamingo purred. His brother nodded immediately as if in a trance. “What a pretty little toy.”

Corazon didn’t like that term. He would never treat you like an object the way his brother did – he cherished you as he believed any partner should be. But he couldn’t deny how the thought of using you for his own pleasure made his cock twitch, especially since you enjoyed it. You were so pliant and willing for him, for both of them. 

Satisfied by the younger’s response, Doflamingo wrapped a large hand around your throat, his long fingers digging into the delicate skin. You coughed and sputtered as your airway was slowly cut off. Corazon immediately stopped jerking off to grab the pen and notepad next to him, quickly scribbling ‘Too rough!!!’ in his messy handwriting and angrily holding it in front of his brother. 

The older man chuckled, but released your neck and stroked over his fingerprint marks in mock kindness. 

You leaned forward to kiss Corazon, who clumsily knocked his nose against yours in his haste to reciprocate. It was truly baffling how one brother could make your heart melt with fondness while the other rearranged your guts. Corazon kissed you languidly, content to take his time and savor the feeling of your tongues swirling together.

“You taste like cigarettes,” you giggled. He always did, but the taste was especially fresh and potent, making your head spin pleasantly. 

Corazon frowned and signed ‘I’m sorry’. 

“Don’t apologize, I like it. It tastes like you.” He grinned in response. Corazon was actually just beginning to learn sign language, since he hadn’t needed it before his current mission, and you took the time to learn to communicate with him. It made his heart swell with love.

Doflamingo frowned at the tender moment and abruptly pushed your head into his brother’s lap. “Well, don’t just fucking stare at him. Be a good slut and suck Rosi off.”

Rosinante. What a beautiful name. You wished you were always allowed to use it, not just when you were alone with him. Doflamingo would break your legs if he heard you utter the sacred name which only true Donquixotes were permitted to say.

Corazon gave his brother another dirty glare, but covered his mouth and fought to hold back a moan when you kitten-licked the base of his cock, suckling on his balls delicately. He wished his soundproofing abilities came with a control panel – it was nearly impossible for him to stay silent with your perfect mouth on him, but he needed to hear your sweet moans as you lapped at his dick. 

Your head jerked back suddenly in time with a twitch of Doflamingo’s fingers. “Pathetic whore can’t follow directions? I said suck.” He forced your head down again without giving you time to open your mouth. Your string-controlled movements made you awkwardly rub your cheek against the head of Corazon’s cock, smearing precum on your skin. 

The younger immediately started scribbling another angry note. But then you ran your tongue along the part of his length you could reach and he dropped his notepad, too consumed by pleasure to finish his thought. 

You finally wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, causing Corazon to let out a shaky sigh. “Better, right?” Doflamingo smiled sadistically, pushing your head further down his brother’s dick. The older blonde fucked you deep and slow, making you feel every vein and ridge of his cock as you rose just to harshly slam you down to the base. 

One of Corazon’s hands rested on the back of your head as you bobbed up and down. He watched with hooded eyes as you slurped along his cock, little bits of drool running past your lips and dripping down to his balls. You were so close to fitting his entire length in your throat – a truly impressive feat – and you pushed yourself a bit farther than you could handle. When your throat constricted in protest, Corazon couldn’t help but hold you down and throw his head back with parted lips. Your gag reflex immediately kicked in and you choked around his cock, lungs desperately seeking air but his hand stayed locked in place. You looked up at him pleadingly and found a sense of twisted wonder in his eyes. His lips quirked into a fascinated smile as he wiped away a drop of moisture spilling from your eye. 

When your moans became louder and more insistent, Corazon let you go. You pulled off of his dick, sputtering and gasping for air, chin coated in your own saliva. It took him a moment to snap back to reality and realize that the wetness he felt was a teardrop. 

‘Are you okay?’ He signed in a panic, followed by frantic gestures of, ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry–’

“Don’t worry. I’m okay.” You reassured him with a smile as he apologetically wiped away any remaining traces of tears. “You liked it, right? Making me gag?”

Corazon looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and irredeemably dirty.

Doflamingo cackled, stilling his movements with his cock buried deep inside you. “Did you just apologize for getting good head? Oh, poor little Rosi.”

The younger flipped to a blank page and wrote ‘Choking isn’t good’. Almost as a reminder to himself.

“It is under the right circumstances,” his brother replied coolly.

You rolled your eyes – their extremely different concepts of morality sometimes gave you a headache. Turning back to glare at the older blonde, you retorted, “You’re talking about consent. Consensual choking is fine.” 

“Oh, right. Forgot the word.” Doflamingo teased. His puppet strings pulled you upright, away from Corazon’s pretty pink dick which was clearly close to cumming. He would never turn his precious little brother into a plaything with his abilities – he wasn’t a complete degenerate. So Doflamingo kindly opted to grab a handful of Corazon’s hair and yank his head against your chest. “Play with her tits. You can fuck her when I’m done.”

Your breasts bounced as Doflamingo sped up his movements, squished together and emphasized by the nearly invisible strings wrapped around them. Corazon licked his lips hungrily before wrapping them around a nipple and loudly sucking. You whined as his tongue swirled around the bud, rolling your other nipple gently between his fingers. Doflamingo wrapped his hand around your neck again, but this time, he didn’t apply any pressure. He left it there as a constant presence – a reminder for you and an example for his brother.

“So fucking close,” he grunted, bouncing you faster and harder. “Gonna cum inside. Rosi, you okay with sloppy seconds?” Corazon knew it was a rhetorical question, but he would never tear himself away from your breasts to answer, anyways. The older shoved his hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit until both of you reached your peak, crying out in utter bliss. 

Doflamingo held you flush against his hips as he came, hot sticky spurts of semen flooding your insides as he whispered his fucked up version of sweet nothings in your ear – “such a perfect dirty whore, taking every drop of my cum like the cocksleeve you are”. Corazon eagerly watched your face contort with pleasure as he continued to suckle on your nipple. His own cock ached, but he didn’t risk touching it. Cumming inside you, seeing you make that blissful expression for him, outweighed his urgent desire. 

Your body automatically lifted off of Doflamingo’s cock, globs of cum dripping out of your cunt and onto the bedsheets below. You had barely settled on the bed when he withdrew his strings, leaving you to practically collapse with sore limbs and no support. Doflamingo shifted towards the headboard and stole a cigarette from his brother’s pack. He lit the end, inhaled deeply, and got comfortable to watch the show. 

Corazon pressed his lips against yours gently, slowly guiding you to lie flat on your back. He made a thumbs up and raised his eyebrows in question. “Yes, I’m ready,” you smiled at your sweet boy. 

His cock entered you slowly, tenderly, accompanied by the lewd shlick of the cum already inside you. Neither of you dared to acknowledge whose cum it was. When you looked up, you saw feathery blonde bangs, fading face paint, soft and loving eyes, and a perfect replica of Doflamingo’s smile.

[italian-lit-tournament]

Italian literature tournament - Third round.

Propaganda in support of the authors is accepted, you can write it both in the tag if reblog the poll (explaining maybe that is propaganda and you want to see posted) or in the comments. Every few days it will be recollected and posted here under the cut.

First, propaganda for Ludovico Ariosto, then for Guido Cavalcanti. The quantity of material will be colossal, so just scroll down for more.

For the Ludovico Ariosto stans:

by @larmegliamori

The opposing party has brought on the big guns, I see: us Ariosto girlies, gays and they must bare our teeth and ambitions.

So, here's my two cent on why you should vote Ludovico Ariosto!

Extreme relatability: Deeply entrenched into the politics of his time (as the firstborn of ten children, of which one was disabled and other five were women), but at the same time just wanting to stay home to live of his poetry? Dare I say iconic. Perfect representation of us literature kids.

He actually managed to marry his muse, Alessandra Benucci, and did it respectfully!

Working various jobs for patron(s) he didn't particularly like? Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.

Not to mention his most widely known work, the poem "Orlando Furioso" (The rage of Roland), has all the goos stuff us modern audiences would like! It features:

A wide, diverse cast, spanning from Ireland to India, stretching probably to the (by then) newly discovered Americas;

Fantasy elements: faeries, sorcerers, giants, orcs, the first modern iteration of the hippogryph and even a fantastical voyage to the Moon!

Citations and references galore: from Virgil to Ovid, from old chansons de geste to Boccaccio!

Proto-feminism and gender studies: Ariosto's female characters, although often very feminine, are actively involved in their story arcs. The poem also features two warrior women, Bradamante and Marfisa, the former of which is the protagonist of her own subplot. Said subplot heavily relies on gender, may it be appearances or not. And let's not forget the famous tirade at beginning of the fifth canto, where the author berates femicide! If you're willing to open your heart to his writing, Ludovico Ariosto reveals himself to be a compelling, layered, modern author, and yet there's a levity to his writing that works like a balm. Vote for Ludovico Ariosto (even if only for the memes)!

I'd also like to add that Ariosto's Orlando Furioso, in the 70s, got a theatrical AND television adaptation that was too campy for its own good.

It featured, amongst other things:

- 1500s inspired costuming (it sure was... A choice but I'm not complaining)

- Mechanic horses (that literally ran on rails) and hippogryph:

- Olympia of Holland, one of the most tragic characters in all the poem, as a vamp (slay):

(Posing with Orlando/Roland in on the left, with her lover Bireno on the right)

- Astolfo literally ENTERING INTO A HOLE TO GET TO THE MOON:

The television adaptation was partly shot in the famous Baths of Caracalla, in Rome. If you want to witness this masterpiece yourself, it's on YouTube! In two parts.

Remember to always stan Zio Ludo, and vote for him! ✨

Hello everyone! For today's Ariosto Propaganda Piece, I'd like to talk about the Satire.

Those seven pieces written in terzina dantesca (because our boy Ludo knew how to pick his role models) are an interesting insight about early 1500s society and Ariosto's character and private life. They all start from an actual event in his life and enlarge towards society as a whole, often with a critical eye towards it.

The first one, destined to his brother Alessandro and a friend, starts these absolutely iconic lines:

[Quick translation: Ruggiero, if you make me so ungrateful in the eyes of your descendants, and it bears me no advantage to have sung your worth and your mighty deeds, why should I stay here, since I don't know how to cut huns on a fork, nor how to hunt games with hawks or dogs?]

A bit of context: Ariosto's first patron, bishop Ippolito d'Este, had to move from Italy to Hungary and wanted all his court to follow him. Ariosto refused because of health and family matters, and he was threatened with the loss of all the benefits he had previously granted him. Note that Ariosto was basically a kind of personal secretary to Ippolito, carrying out different important missions for him, and even risked his life a couple times to carry them out. So it's understandable he feels disappointed at his patron's reaction... and that's why, in this more "private" writings, he complains with Ippolito's ancestor, the hero Ruggiero he had extensively wrote about in his main poem.

Honestly, a genius move. Not something you see often in poetry, is it? Another reason why you need to vote for this man ;)

For the Guido Cavalcanti stans:

Propaganda in favor of Guido Cavalcanti by @eresia-catara

May I add further propaganda for Guido: He's a noble, he disdains aristocrats, he was Florence's number one Server of Cunt, he was the city's faggot, he was heretical, he went on a random pilgrimage but interrupted it and managed to be buried in a church anyway, he had an archenemy who sent some men to murder him on said pilgrimage, he came back and tried to murder him back in plain daylight, he gave zero fucks about politics, he got exiled because he was considered a menace for the city. He SAW DANTE's poetical talent, encouraged it, shaped it, and through him the whole of italian literature. Think about it. Also they became besties until they evolved to a tormented psychosexual haunting dynamic (see break-up poem) where Dante himself actually exiled him. In the 13th century his poetry anticipates so many of the literary themes of the XXth century, going from fragmentation of the self (his is basically vivisection and dispersion of his parts), to dissociation from one's own mind and body, lack of identity, irony, desecration, his poetry is full of schizophrenic-like hallucinations, reading them is truly a trip, and yet his language is profoundly meoldic and sweet. And there's also gender-fuckery. and theater, of course, because his poems develop like a scene from a theater (adding layers to the dissociation). So really he has it all guys.

The thing is, Ariosto feels very contemporary but Guido is the og relativist and unreliable narrator. His poetry offers NO truth whatsoever you only have a sequence of schizophrenic hallucinations and what he describes only seems like it's real but who knows, the narrator is dead, how can he even speak or if he's alive he's not because he has dissociated himself from his body and is only coldly contemplating his own murder. He's not reliable because he has lost his reason, his soul has crubled into pieces and each piece has fled his body. Also he hears voices, and feels a sadistic presence in his mind in the form of a woman watching him die. This man was too ahead of his time, he was too dramatic, too eccentric, but also too acute and sensible, he must have looked deranged and we love him for it. and deserves to be voted!

Guido Cavalcanti propaganda by @girldante

GUIDO CAVALCANTI PROPAGANDA ABBIAMO:

LA DISSOCIAZIONE SCHIZOFRENICA:

IL COMICO, IL SIMPATICO BURLONE, IL MEMATORE ANTE LITTERAM:

IL MACABRO, IL GORE, I SINTOMI™

IL BREAKUP TOSSICO PASSIVO AGGRESSIVO CON DANTE

in conclusione

you can find my old propaganda here, but listen, while i do respect zio ludo's rizz, a vote for guido cavalcanti is a vote for gender roles reversal, death-life liminality, medieval atheism, antisocial freaks obsessed with philosphy who imagine their pens are talking to people about their owner's suffering (what is wrong with him), eye carving enjoyers (what the FUCK is wrong with him), sons who are sacrifical lambs, people who have long swinging necks like geese (allegedly???), and gay breakups involving dante alighieri. and also, well, I don't recall ariosto wearing a miku binder. twice.

in conclusion

Guido Cavalcanti propaganda by @apis-vergilii

Here’s my Guido propaganda: @girldante and @eresia-catara have already covered the poetry reasons, and I’m here to get metatextual about the whole thing.

Simply put, this is the Weird Niche Hellsite, and Guido is the Weird Niche Hellcandidate.

We live in an era of the cynical enshittification of the internet. In a sickened sea of dying social platforms, AI slop, and every last pixel being for sale, THIS is still the webbed site where a bunch of strangers can rediscover a lesser-known medieval poet in all his angsty, gothy glory, abandon all pretense of ironic detachment or mature indifference and go absolutely apeshit over his life and work, breathlessly and deliriously creating everything from exhaustively researched essays with footnotes, to anime fan art and inexplicable photoshops. This is the place where Goncharov happened. This is the place where we stole the president’s shoelaces. This is the place where a heretical medieval Tuscan stilnovista got himself a full-on Fandom, and we are all so much the better/worse for it.

So vote for the spirit of the old internet in all its dorky glory. Vote for the joy of learning things for fun and not for school. Vote for the bizarre Florentine emo goth. A vote for Guido Cavalcanti…is a vote for all of us.

if all else fails to convince you, well, i don't recall ariosto having an historical fantasy saga centered around him where he gains clairvoyance and gets increasingly more and more manipulated by the manifestation of his generational trauma. also he gets out of his body to have epic fights with spiritual creatures.

this should be a testimony to how his cuntserving echoed through time

Propaganda by @girldante and @eresia-catara that I guess should be read together:

well. seeing as we're on topic. Was Ariosto ever described as having

les bras d'Hercule avec des mains de nymphe by a 19th century french story? It is not made up guys, he served androgynous cunt so hard it didn't go unnoticed. Guido simply suggests fluidity.

Like. Arms like Hercules and hands like a nymph.

And Lorenzo il Magnifico also Fangirled over him in a letter to the Federico of Aragon

he (Lorenzo il Magnifico!!) was simply begging him to read his poems, and that's because they are absolutely eatable in all their irreverent, elegant, goth glory.

Finally, Boccaccio wrote about him in his Decameron (VI,9) and, truly, can you say no to him:

this little ballerina? look at how sad he looks!

would you look at that! Guido Cavalcanti propaganda is publicly sponsored by thee Lorenzo De' Medici himself!!!

as for the last bit, Boccaccio's novella from Decameron, where Guido calls out a bunch of idiots through a riddle that said idiots will take a bunch of time to understand and then proceeds to abandon them jumping over a grave, was cited by thee Italo Calvino in his Lezioni Americane as an example of his conception of lightness, as in the ability to lift oneself over the heaviness of the world.

In conclusion: Guido Cavalcanti is literally your fave's fave.

[holly-opal]

Smg4 Mr. Puzzles x reader fanfiction

Mr. Puzzles adjusted his bowtie and went on stage, he snatched the microphone and waved to the audience. "Hello everyone! Welcome to tonight's amazing gameshow!" The audience was dead quiet. Mr. Puzzles pulled out a gun and shot the air. Everyone started clapping and cheering for him. He cleared his voice. "In today's show, six contestants will play intense games in order to win 2193864928363982937749384747 million dollars! Plus, win a giant plate of spaghetti!" The crowd cheered and clapped as the contestants walked on stage; Smg4, Smg3, Mario, Luigi, Meggy, and [Y/N]. "My my! I gotta say, you all look dashing tonight. Especially you, [Y/N]~" Mr. Puzzles said, winking at them. They blushed and looked away, very flattered. Mr. Puzzles clapped his hands and the room went dark, and when the lights went back on, there was an obstacle course where it required you to climb on a wall, walk on lava, jump around the spinning sticks, escape the knuckles, etc. Mr. Puzzles blew his horn and the contestants went straight into action.... Except for Mario but who cares.

As they made it to the lava course, they found it difficult to navigate the hot lava. Mario ended up throwing his brother in it and jumped on him, all while he screamed in pain. [Y/N] tried to hop on the tiny rocks, sweating profusely as they tried their hardest to balance themselves. Mr. Puzzles noticed [Y/N] struggling and snapped his fingers, and big rocks rose up from the lava, making a straight path for them to cross. As they made it across, 4 actually tried to hop on the path as well..... It disappeared and he burned to death lmao.

The four contestants now had to jump over the spinning sticks and make it across. They kept getting knocked over by the sticks and [Y/N] kept getting hit by some of them. Mr. Puzzles didn't like that so he snapped his fingers. When one of the sticks was about to hit [Y/N], it fazed through them and did not even leave a scratch. "What the fu-" 3 said before getting bitch slapped off the platform. Now they were in the final obstacle, the knuckles. They chased the contestants around, wanting to bite their pingas. Meggy started punching all of them out of her way and Mario was straight up getting his body eaten by the knuckles, Meggy grabbed his head and started carrying him out. The knuckles cornered [Y/N], growling and foaming at the mouth, [Y/N] was shaking in fear. Mr. Puzzles snapped his fingers and the knuckles were suddenly very nice to [Y/N] cuddling with them and wanting head pats. Finally, Meggy and Mario made it to the finish line together, they both collapsed to the floor exhausted. [Y/N] calmly walked into the finish line with a knuckles in their arms. Mr. Puzzles got on stage again. "And we have a winnnerrrrrr!! Congratulations [Y/N], you won 2193864928363982937749384747 million dollars! Meggy and Mario both yelled "WHAT?!" in unison. [Y/N] was very confused, seeing as they were the last ones to cross the finish line.

"What the hell?! But me and Meggy crossed the finish line, you unfair ass!" Mario protested. Mr. Puzzles ignored the two and took [Y/N]'s hand, he pressed his screen against it, kissing their hand. [Y/N] blushed at the gesture before getting drowned by the huge amounts of money. Mr. Puzzles said goodnight to the audience and the show stopped..............

[Y/N] crawled out of the money pile and saw that the entire place was dark and empty. Did they leave without them? They looked around for a bit and saw a shadow dragging the bodies of Meggy and Mario. [Y/N] followed them into a closet. The closet has dozens upon dozens of TV's. Some were old while some with very new, they were also extremely broken. [Y/N] noticed that there was piles of DVDs with media such as "Mario's Mysteries", "Once upon an Smg4", and "Scooby Mario". [Y/N] felt someone cover their mouth and wrap their arm around their waist. They screamed and struggled. "Oh don't be afraid, darling. I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you." Mr. Puzzles said. He let go of [Y/N] and they started to walk back in fear. Mr. Puzzles had the same smile he always had, but they could tell that he was angry. Mr. Puzzles walked towards them until [Y/N] hit the desk, he looked menacing to them. His tall figure didn't help much. The stress got to them and [Y/N] started to cry, Mr. Puzzles kneeled down and put his hands on their face.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. You look hideous when you cry. Everything will be alright. I just need to rearrange a few things." And with that, Mr. Puzzles snapped his fingers and the screen glitched out. A 'please stand by" card appeared for about five minutes before cutting back to Mr. Puzzles and [Y/N] in bed together. The sun was rising outside, creating a romantic atmosphere for the two lovers. They were both in their pajamas, Mr. Puzzles was spooning [Y/N] and caressing their face. Mr. Puzzles held them close to his chest, it was as if he was afraid to let go of them. "You'll never leave me, right?" He asked. [Y/N] turned around to face Puzzles and put a hand on the side of his TV thingy and kissed him. [Y/N] shook their head, assuring Puzzles that you won't leave him. Ever. Puzzles smiled and they both continued cuddling.

"Mine. You're all mine. And you'll never leave." Puzzles said. [Y/N] smiled and nodded.

Da end.

[qwimblenorrisstan]

Happy Accidents | König x Reader

Day 22: Shelter w/ König

Summary: König has always had trouble feeling safe and secure, that was until he accidentally stumbled into your apartment late at night.

Word Count: 713

Warnings: mentions of blood, death, corpses, family, technically break-in but nothing bad happens

A/N: I love this big beefy austrian man, it’s a fatal addiction, hope you enjoy<3

Requests are open!

He’d always known he had needed some sort of safe space.

And König had managed to create his own, for the most part. No one questioned how the big scary Colonel slept holding a pillow against his chest, the pillow never quite replicating how his little brother had cuddled up to him so many years ago. He journaled, too, using the highlighters and pens his sister had always used in her school notebook, lecturing him on his terrible handwriting that still wasn’t much better.

He would always snatch a second pumpkinseed muffin at the mess hall, the flavor reminding him of his mother’s cooking. Or how his tongue would dart out to barely brush against his thumb pad, using it to get to the second page of a report he was going through in the same way his father had done with his books.

But he still had never managed to fully reach that level of comfort where he felt as if he was in a warm bubble, protected, safe, not in harm’s way, and able to relax.

And maybe it was because König didn’t think he was safe. Not on base. Not at home. Nowhere. He’d watched men be cut through in less than a second, bullets shredding through their bodies and leaving nothing more than rotting corpses and living memories behind. He’d seen it happen to his men before, and he’d done it to other men. There was nowhere that the violence he displayed and observed every day wouldn’t follow him like a shadow, silently judging and whispering in his ear.

He had never felt fully safe before. That was what he believed, and he thought he’d never feel safe again; until he met you.

You, the shy, quiet neighbor who had let him in even when he’d gone to the wrong door, showing up after being gone for almost three months, grumbling German cursed when his key refused to work. You knew the giant next door, it’d be hard not to, with his huge stature, brusque voice, and reserved but respectful nature.

“Hello?”

You’d meekly asked while he’d just gone lumbering in, pushing past you and falling onto the couch in what he thought was his apartment. He didn’t question why you would be in there, not then. Not when his head felt like it was splitting apart at the seams, his glacial blue eyes were watery and drooping, and his body was running out of strength before shutting down.

He wasn’t too worried about what you’d do when he finally passed out. You were nice, having brought him a tray of cookies when he first moved in, a tray he’d promptly devoured in less than an hour as the tiny cookies crumbled in his hands.

You brought him soups sometimes, or leftover dinners, claiming you’d just cooked too much. But König knew someone didn’t consistently cook too much, eventually one learned their lesson, and he knew that you were worried about him. You saw the fatigue in his steps when he came back from month-long disappearances. You never asked him, and he never told.

Truly, he didn’t know how you’d moved him from the couch to the bed. He just registered something soft under his head, his clothes being gently pulled off by uncalloused hands, and a warm rag brushing against the blood that was staining his skin, the now-wet fingers massaging his bruises as he grunted.

A silent plead for you to just get in the bed and let him finally have a warm body to hold while he drifted off.

You must’ve gotten the message because he heard you walk off for a moment, then came the sound of water dripping into the sink, and then you reappeared. You slid into the bed, the bed he realized must’ve been yours, and kicked the blanket up, hitting your pillow to fluff it up.

You pulled the blankets over both of your bodies, and he unconsciously reached, pulling you in, feeling the thin, breathable fabric of your pajamas. It was soft, like you.

When he held your warm body against his that night, he came to two realizations. The first being that, he really could feel safe, and the second being that he needed to do this more often.

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@hawke1917

[alexa-yukiyu]

Hello there this is a request from a friend (who doesn't have Tumblr) for a request for a Whitebeard Pirates x reader

A young 13 year old girl she knows Whitebeard is her father but she doesn't care, like she was a product of a one night stand, like she has his hair, strength, and haki,

Like she knows Whitebeard is her father but she doesn't make a big deal about it, like in a way she doesn't see Whitebeard as her father, (not in a hateful way of course), but she kinda sees him as a stranger, but in a good way

She's also has a devil fruit power, copy-copy fruit, that lets her copy another devil fruit though physical touch, she has train herself and study about other devil fruit powers, if in cause she counters one

Like if she tells anyone who her father was they would shock but she was just shrugged it off, not taking it seriously that, she is the only daughter of the World Strongest Man in the world

Like father like daughter she also has his physical strength and stamina, also you know about Whitebeard giant genes, yeah she also has it and is the same height as Ace, despite only being 13 years old

But when it comes in their personalities she was more laid back, even in serious situations, example: with her lack of reaction with also knowing that her father is the captain of the Whitebeard pirates, she really doesn't take anything serious

Mandatory Visits ( Whitebeard pirates x f!teen!reader)

A/N Two in a row??? :0 Let’s pray guys to keep the streak going, or at weekly streak 🤔. I don’t think I will keep the streak tomorrow, I need to do my exercises yall.Not sure how to feel about this one though guys, did I fell out or is it hitting?

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

“Dokucha, do you really have to go?” Luffy whined, looking down at the teen from the deck of the ship

“For the hundredth time, yes, I need to go, you know that,” she sighed as she began to work on ropes keeping the Mini Merry from drifting from the Sunny.

“You already went last week, though; why do you have to go again?”

“Luffy-nii, That was months ago.”

“So?”

“So the deal was that I need to check in every few months, or he comes here himself and won’t allow me back.”

“So let the old man come! I won’t let him steal my crewmates!” he growled out.

She lets out a sigh, but a small smile grows on her otherwise serious face at her captain’s antics.

“Don’t worry, Luffy-nii, he won’t steal me. All I have to do is check in, and I can come back.”

“You’re leaving?” A small voice piped from the Deck

“Oh, That’s right. You weren’t here the last time I had to do this, weren’t you, Chopper?” She questions, looking up at the reindeer

“I have to go to the Moby Dick.”

“The Moby Dick? The Whitebeards ship? What do you need to go there for?”

“The Old Man allowed me to leave the crew as long as I would check in with him and my brothers every few months,” She answered absentmindedly.

“Your dad is with the Whitebeard Pirates?” He questioned

“Hah? Her old man is Whitebeard,” Luffy said dismissively.

“Oh”

Dokucha watched as the statement slowly sank in, and Chopper’s features slowly morphed into one of horror.

"W-W-Whitebeard?!"

“Hmm, did I not mention it? Sorry, Chopper, I must have forgotten.

“You’ll be back in a week?” Luffy questioned, ignoring the existential crisis his doctor was experiencing

“Just like always,” she promised.

“Finally here,” she sighed, relieved, pulling the small vessel closer to the Moby Dick and tying them together to ensure that the Mini Merry didn’t venture off.

Once this was completed, however, a force landed on the small ship, violently swaying it against the waves. Dokucha rapidly activated her Devil Fruit, igniting one of her hands in fire. She then sent a fist to the intruder, only for her attack to be stopped by an equally fiery palm and a very familiar grin.

“You’re getting better at it, but you still don’t hold a candle to the original.” He laughed

“Ace-nii,” She sighed out, extinguishing her hand; the man in front of him mirrored her actions and opened his arms wide for the tall teen, grinning when she walked into them.

“I thought you would be out on a mission.”

“And miss my favorite sister visiting us? No way”

“Ace, I’m your only sister.”

“Therefore, my favorite one.”

Any Comeback the teen may have had is cut off by the voice of their eldest brother sounding from the deck above them.

“Alright, you two, enough of that, come on board; Pops is waiting for you, Dokucha.”

“I’m coming,” she called dismissively as she grabbed hold of the rope ladder. The man behind her once again copied her movements and watched as she turned around to address him.

“You really think I got better at copying your fruit?” she questioned, a tinge of nervousness behind her words.

“You have; last time you visited, you were only able to make a few sparks, pretty weak sparks if you ask me,” He answered, letting out a few snickers.

“Alright, no need to be a jerk about it,” She called, rolling her eyes as she continued climbing up the ladder, a proud smile taking over her features, taking a hold of Marco’s outstretched hand, letting out a small squeak as he quickly pulled her over the railing and crashing against him, letting out a laugh as he did.

“Are you getting smaller?” he teased, looking down at her.

“You’re an even bigger jerk, Marco-nii,” she deadpanned, glaring up at the man.

“I’ll have you know I am quite tall for my age. Give me another year, and we’ll see who’s gonna laugh last,” She growled, pushing him away.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear the noise you let out,” he called out teasingly.

“Shut up!” She growled and stomped her way to the upper deck, where she knew she would her father would be

“Alright, you old Man, here I am.”

“Still as insolent as ever, you damn brat,” he barked, narrowing his eyes at her remark, a heavy fist hitting the side of his chair as he spoke his words.

“And you are as brittle as ever. Don’t move too much there; you might dislocate a bone. Heard it is common at your age,” she shot back, matching the glare that was sent his way

This continued for a while, with neither side wanting to back down until a smile broke into the giant’s face, a booming laugh escaping him soon after

“You have certainly grown in the past months, but you are still as cheeky as you were. Have you decided to stay?”

She scoffs at this

“Dream on; I don’t care if you are my flesh and blood; I am a Mugiwara trough and trough, and nothing will change that.”

“You’ll change your mind one of these days, child, and we will be waiting with open arms for the day.”

Kind of incomplete end but I really din’t know where to take it but I wanted to include Whitebeard for you guys, I almost just deleted it and left it to brotherly exchanges

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@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

@dreaminganimelove

[miguelhugger2099]

Hello can I request a Miguel ohara x spiderwoman reader, where the readers baby (kid or sibling) sneak into HQ without them knowing it and Miguel is force to babysit the baby with the reader?

such a cute request !!! more miguel with babies !!! (in a non traumatic way)

Miguel x Reader, Fluff, Word Count: 1,357

You were running late to head to HQ, hastily shoving your foot into the space of your spider suit. You pick up your bagel from the counter to take a large bite before sliding your arms through the sleeves and zipping yourself up as best as you could. You looked over at the couch, seeing your baby brother passed out, his little arm dangling off the cushion while his other arm held your Spider-Woman figure close to his chest. Having a bit of peace of mind, you decided that it was alright for you to leave while you had the chance until your mother could get home. Lifting up your Gizmo, you placed it around your wrist and typed in the numbers for Miguel’s dimension. The usual warping started, lifting your home trinkets in the air and giving a breeze that was trying to suck in its wormhole. The familiar hexagon grows inside your home, flashing lights and you put on your mask before jumping in–failing to notice that the noise made a certain toddler wake up. Landing on your feet, you found yourself on the beam that leads to Miguel’s office. You greeted a few other Spider-People and Peters while jogging past them. They waved back and some let out a few chuckles which would’ve confused you if you weren’t so focused on trying to not be so late. When the doors opened up, you slowed down your jogging to a normal walk to pretend you weren’t hauling ass and to calm your racing heart. You took a peek around the corner to see Miguel on his usual platform, typing and swiping away yellow hologram screens. You take a deep breath and swallow. “Miguel.” You call out. He doesn’t move an inch when he hears you and continues to pull up another video recording. “You’re late.” He says, his soft voice echoing in the giant room. You wince and purse your lips. “Just a bit. I’m sorry. I woke up late, my baby brother was restless and–”

“Doesn’t matter. Just get up here.” Miguel motions you up to his high platform with his hand. You then use your web shooter to stick onto the hunk of metal and swing yourself up beside him. “So what’s the quota for today?” You ask, going into work mode as his right hand. Miguel pulls up a few monitors to show you glimpses of camera footage of anomalies around different dimensions. “We just need to bring as much back to their homes. Lyla hasn’t detected any further canon events.” You nod along, peering into the footage and unsuspecting to the little toddler waddling inside with a toy in his hand. He stumbles a bit, falling to his knees and hands and dropping the toy with a soft clank. Due to how high you and Miguel were, you could barely hear it. He grunts as he gets up, patting the imaginary dust off himself and picking up the toy version of you. Once he picks it up, he lifts it high up in the air with a worried look that this little toy version of you had been damaged or scratched. His eyes go in and out of focus as he notices two figures in the air on the platform you were standing on. Slowly, he makes the connection that the toy and you were in the same room. He had found you! He giggles happily and calls out your name with his own squeaky voice. Your and Miguel’s head snap down to look at the noise and you gasp loudly, calling out his own name in return with worry.

You quickly rip off your mask and swing down to him, collecting him in your arms. “What–how–What are you doing here?!” You whisper-yell at him, which he giggles at. “There–there was a big–whoosh–and I woke up and you went in and I went here!” He explains, using his little toy figure to give a visual explanation. “What happened?” You hear Miguel ask from above. “Nothing–Just–Nothing!” You try to hide your brother from Miguel to avoid looking irresponsible. “Come back up here.” He says. You brother tries to peek through your hair up at Miguel before you use your webs to swing back up to the platform. “I’m so sorry, Miguel. My brother–he–I think he followed me into the portal without me knowing. My mom was supposed to be home after I left but now that he’s here, she probably thinks I’m taking care of him…” You ramble on and on all while your brother reaches out to Miguel, curious and admiring his gigantic build and cool look. You try to hold him back, another apology ready to spill out your lips when Miguel reaches out and takes your brother in his hands. It’s uncomfortable for a moment, but Miguel stays neutral. Miguel carefully cradles your brother in his arms, shifting him around to rest him on his hip. Your brother looks up at Miguel with wonder and then looks at you, finally connecting the dots that you’re in your spider suit. “She–she’s not, um, Spider-Woomin.” He shakes his head and rests his head on Miguel’s shoulder, picking up the toy's arm up and down. He then glances at you with his eyes and gives you a smile–since he kept his promise of not telling anyone you’re a superhero. You laugh a dry chuckle–the promise only being meant for people in your universe instead of your literal boss–but you pat his head anyway.

You look up at Miguel apologetically. “I’m really sorry about this Miguel. God, it was so dangerous for him to portal here and be her. I–I’ll take him home.” You try to scoop him out of Miguel’s hands but he subtly tightens your brother in his arms. “It’s fine,” He says softly. “I don’t mind. If there’s no one home to care for him, he can stay here,” He shrugs and looks down at your brother mindlessly making your toy fly in the air. “Peter brings Mayday all the time, Jess just had Gerry–really your brother wouldn’t be a problem.” He assures you. “Are you sure…?” You ask hesitantly, wincing that he’s just being too nice. You then noticed the platform come to a stop at the ground. Miguel had lowered the three of you down so he could let the child roam freely without hurting himself. He places him down but he chooses to stay seated by Miguel’s side, growing fonder of him. “Yes,” Miguel says. “It’s no problem.” He places a hand on your shoulder and you stiffen softly at the physical contact. Your brother watches up at you two, nibbling on the toy’s head. You relax, seeing and feeling how he means it–he really doesn’t mind. “Alright.” You smile up at him and can even see just a glimpse of his own. For the remainder of the day, you and Miguel switch between holding your brother when he wants to be held and entertaining him when he’s bored. The toddler would often try to bother Miguel, which he didn’t mind and you apologized for, so he would take him in his arms and Miguel would lead you through the various files and direct you what to do while he held him. At some point, your brother began whining and wanting food in a sleepy state. Miguel offered the cafeteria to you and you both went in hopes that your brother would want to find something to eat before having his nap. While on the way, Miguel holds the sleepy child in his arms, your brother's little arms barely even wrapping around Miguel’s broad neck. Other spiders look with wide eyes and murmuring amongst themselves.

“Did they ‘ave a kid?” Hobie mutters to Gwen. Gwen looks around him to see Miguel holding your brother carefully in his arms while you try feeding bits and pieces of some chicken nuggets and slices of apples. “No,” She looks back up at Hobie with a frown before it drops and she takes a double take to see the soft happy look on Miguel’s face while you feed the child. “No…right?”

[florshedworf]

UH HELLO I ACCIDENTALLY FOUND THIS FUN FRAME IN THE TEST ANIMATION

[r0-boat]

*Free falls from the sky*

Hello there, I’m 🦩anon! I come from the land of being terrified to send asks but finally got the courage to when it comes to the hot demons from WHB

I absolutely loved your Mammon Headcanons (totally not because I go feral for him, and also loved the dark/more twisted ones)

Do you by chance have more? If not then that’s ok!

🦩

Let's get some very sweet headcannons I don't have a lot but I have a few of certain characters so here's a mess of them!

Wholesome what in hell is bad headcanons various demons

Gehanna eddition

Let's give some love to the nobles!

Belial

Your Belial's first love, You're the apple of his eye. He constantly daydreams about you. And he's always eager to go on cute dates with you.

Belial before he lost his voice was a very good singer now you can only hear little bits of it when he hums. Someone hadn't heard his voice in a long time so he's a little shy about his singing.

Belial is always staring, please don't mind him He just likes looking at you listening to your voice. You could talk for hours and he could listen. Only for him to respond 'I love you.'

Leraye

When he gives you gifts he always gives you stuffed animals.

Leraye will randomly text you just to remind you that you're beautiful and great and sexy and that he loves you. Sometimes you'll just send you texts or at a context photos throughout his day He just likes telling you about himself.

Leraye feeds stray cats every time You see him, He is surrounded by stray kitties purring and cuddling up to him as he's trying to feed them. He has the biggest smile on his face as he tries to give them all attention and food.

Paimon

Paimon always shares his food with you, It is His love language He doesn't let anyone else do it but you. Sometimes he'll order big sizes just so you can eat it together. Paimon will even feed you.

If you have feminine clothing paimon will ask to borrow it. If not Paimon will buy outfits to match with you. They even bought you two little keychains to match.

Paimon loves to do those couples challenges with you. every time they find a new one they get so happy and then text you sending you the link to it and asks if you want to do it with them the next time you come over.

Sitri

A very overworked demon as much as your heartbeat turns him on it also calms him down when he lays against your chest he starts falling asleep.

Sitri is very touch starved He loves when you calm your hands through his hair melting into your touch and when you pull away he whimpers asking why you stopped.

Yes he does get annoyed when Leraye is hogging your attention but to be honest he's kind of happy that Leraye And you get along so well he hopes he could take care of you and you can take care of him part of him kind of hope you will choose him. Leraye is it good demon.

Zagen

Zagen is a really good artist, when he's bored he doodles for fun and those doodles look like works of art. During a meeting Zagen and Belial started doodling on a piece of paper. Despite Belial's crappy drawings Zagen says they're absolutely amazing and Belial should draw more so now they draw together! Zagen Even teaches Belial some art techniques and he's getting better Zagen is so proud! Leraye and Zagen still go to the gym together.

Zagen even though his rank is lower he still feels like a big brother to all of the other devils. He's very stoic protective yet caring and sweet. Zagen is a gentle giant. He may look scary but he's actually pretty shy. One compliment and his face is turning red, trying to hide that blushing face.

Zagen always reminds you to eat, He wants you to be strong by eating healthy. He knows how to cook because he makes his own healthy meals. You will never go hungry when he's around and he is happy to cook for you.

Astaroth

Instead of texting which he does do sometimes, He sends letters to you. Some of them are rather... Spicy, but all of them are filled with poetic and lovely words that make your heart flutter. It feels as though you are in the middle ages getting a love letter from your beloved fiance. Every word drips with love and you could practically feel the emotion on the paper. He even puts a little wax stamp on it before sending it to you the letter isn't an envelope smelling of his cologne.

Astaroth imagine is himself as the main character and you as love interest when he reads romantic novels. You can't help but imagine the two of you in those lovely situations sometimes he even writes it himself.

When he does text you he pours his heart out in a longing text. Telling you how much he longs for you. How his heart aches when he's not near you. How he feels as though he has lost without your touch. He knows just what to make you swoon.

[vinelark]

do you have comic recs for someone who wants to get into tim and timkon? I read superman comics but your fic made me wanna know more about this character who makes me want to eat metal with how weird and scary he is (affectionate)

hello! and welcome to the “weird scary little guy who makes you want to eat metal” (or perhaps put him in a salad spinner) club

tim has many, many comics, so for the purposes of this i’ll go with some big arcs/series and then some random personal favs

a lonely place of dying (1989): aka tim’s intro, in which 13 y/o tim engages in his favorite pastime (stalking dick grayson), tries to be a family therapist, and somehow ends up in a cape and pointy boots at the end of it.

robin (1993): so much content spanning so many batman plotlines; this is just issue after issue of tim being the most 90s kid to ever 90s kid (and then 00s kid to ever 00s kid). also much of it is written by chuck dixon, who is good at being so homophobic that the characters loop right back around to being queer.

young justice (1998): for both tim and kon (and bart and cassie and the whole yj crew)! also featuring tim and kon both wearing gloves that are way too big for them. no idea what's going on there but it's kind of like when puppies have giant paws they haven't grown into yet.

red robin (2009): THE tim comic to me, partially because marcus to draws most of it (issue 6 on i believe) and the way he draws tim here is peak tim to me, and partially because tim is just balls to the wall bonkers in fucking yonkers the whole series. this spans his brucequest and damian becoming robin (and damian in this is so!! and dick is so!!) while tim takes his shaky next steps. he’s in his messy bitch era but also stuck at 17(?) so that just means he’s randomly making out with sort-of-adversaries on rooftops and thinking longingly of kon and getting fake engaged(??) to a girl he can barely ask on a first date. (it has scant few but still some good timkon moments here and there.) (and speaking of marcus to: this and this.)

a lonely place of living (detective comics) (2017): an arc in which everyone thought tim was dead but surprise! he was just stuck in a pocket dimension prison and now he has to come back and stop gun batman (again). feat. tim being wildly competent from page one. kon is, iirc, currently erased from the timeline but never fear, tim still manages to find a way to think about him.

random/short comics:

WF3: superboy & robin (1996): tim & kon solve a case together in a two-parter that is, as described by a reviewer on its league of comic geeks entry, "…a pretty fun meet cute, I mean team-up…" (basically: see above re: chuck dixon.)

knight terrors: robin (2023): a two-parter in which tim and jason are trapped in a sentient nightmare together. if you like those vibes definitely check out this fic.

nightwing (1996) #25: tim being an annoying little brother is something that can be so personal—

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Maybanks sister

Part 4, chapter 3- Ghosts and curses and shit

summary: You’re invited to goat island! Where there’s two, creepy, insane old guys living in a giant mansion, where you learn about their history and the amulet they want you to find. Is it worth the money at this point? Rafe meets a potential new business partner while your business is currently falling apart.

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You hit the knocker on the door multiple times, glancing around at the large windows and the rather expensive looking furniture. Despite the houses age, it still managed to look expensive and elegant in a sense.

“Hello? Anyone home?!” You shouted, continuing to bang on the door. “I’m gonna take that as a no.” You murmured when no one answered.

“Just a lil FYI, they drug you up before they chop you up, so… don’t eat or drink anything.” JJ spoke to the group, you tilting your head to the side, before nodding slowly.

“Not funny.”

“Yeah, guys, I think I’ve changed my mind about this one.” Sarah spoke, Kiara turning to her.

“Yeah, I- I really don’t wanna be here.”

“I admit the risk-reward is very off.”

“Too damn late, someone’s coming.” You told them, all of them stopping their sentences and waiting anxiously.

As the door creaked open, it showed a figure standing in the dim light. He was a man with deep brunette hair, with his hair slicked back, giving him a polished look. The man exuded an air of unease.

“Hi.” He spoke with a smile, you giving him a fake one back. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting. It’s quite a big house, and I’m afraid all the servants have all gone. All except uh, good old Demp. Just can’t seem to get rid of him. Uh, you must be the… the pogues. The great seekers.”

“Yeah, I… I don’t know about that.” John B replied.

“Oh, no, don’t you be modest. I’ve read of your adventures. It’s… quite thrilling.”

Pope and Cleo turned to glance at each other, as well as you and JJ, before you all looked back at the man.

“Uh, come in. Come in. I-I’m the son-in-law.” He chuckled. “Chandler Groff.”

JJ nodded, pursing his lips together in thought.

“Wes was really, really hoping you’d show. He’s been waiting.”

“Well, wouldn’t wanna keep him waiting, would we?” You replied with another tight lipped smile, nodding and motioning for your brother to go ahead of you.

“Yeah… Please. JJ.” He introduced himself, walking past him and into the house, Chandler patting him on the back and looking at him for a little before turning to the rest of the group. You following behind JJ.

You all walked through the halls, “just uh-“

“Just right in the next room.” Chandler spoke, JJ leading the way, slowly looking at everything he passed.

“This place smells like dead bodies.”

“Probably because it does have dead bodies in it.” You whispered.

John B quirked an eyebrow at you, you smirking at him. “Just saying, wouldn’t be shocked.”

You all walked into a room, glancing at the multiple books stacked and the low lighting of it.

“I’ll, uh… I’ll let Wes know you’re here.”

Chandler walked over to the glass doors, opening it to see Wes looking down at the fire place. “Wes, they’ve come.”

“Oh, good, good.” Wes replied, Cleo being the first to walk down the steps and into the office. “Bring them in. Come in. Please, please, warm yourselves by the fire. Good to see you.”

You all walked in now, you observing the place, seeing all the cobwebs and the dust. For some kooks, this place was disgusting. You tapped JJ’s shoulder, pointing to the painting above the fireplace.

“Y’Know what, Jay? That lady kinda looks like you. Like if you were a girl… that’s what you’d look like.” You whispered while motioning to the portrait of the blonde lady,

He looked at it, raising his eyebrows at you. “I don’t see it.”

Everyone else but you and JJ sat down, mostly because there was no more room on the chairs.

“I… I apologize for dragging you all out here. But… I- I don’t think I could speak about this in public. I know I mentioned Blackbeard, but I assure you all, my interest is not for treasure.”

Pope glanced at John b who sat next to him, all of you perking up at the sentence.

“My ancestor, Francis Genrette, was the British officer who caught and killed the notorious pirate.”

“Wait. Your- your direct ancestor?” Pope asked him.

“Mm-hmm. Yes, unfortunately. After he’d beheaded Blackbeard, he killed the pirates wife, Elizabeth.” He pointed to a portrait of her hanging on his wall.

“I feel like it’s a little weird to have a picture of someone your ancestor murdered on your wall.” You whispered quietly to Jj, him stifling a laugh and smiling.

“And since then, for 300 years, generations of Genrettes have been haunted by Elizabeth’s ghost. And have died violent deaths, including my daughter.” He looked over to the painting ontop of the fireplace, you and JJ glancing at each other, your joke from earlier suddenly becoming much more darker than you intended. “Larissa, Chandlers wife.”

“Oh.” You murmured, the man turning to you now. “S-sorry… for your loss.” You awkwardly stammered out, mentally facepalming at your words. JJ raised an eyebrow at it, stifling back a laugh.

He gave you a small smile, his silent way of you telling you it was okay, before continuing on with his story. “My daughter saw Elizabeth a week before she died.”

JJ narrowed his eyes, glancing at the rest of the pogues who sat down. You raised your eyebrows, opening your mouth to speak before closing it, letting him continue.

“Now…. I’ve had a visitation. So I know I don’t have much time.”

John B inhaled sharply, before clearing his throat. “Right, uhm… so we’re really sorry that that happened to you, but what do you want from us?”

“Of course, you’re right. Let’s get down to business. Chandler.” He pointed to his son in law, who took over the speaking.

“We believe that we’ve found a way to break the curse on this family. Right before she was murdered, Elizabeth begged Francis to retrieve from her husbands ship a… keepsake that he’d given her. Her most prized possession.” Chandler spoke, walking over to the painting and pointing to the necklace that hung lowly on the woman’s neck. “An amulet.”

You and Jj glanced at each other again, him scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“He denied the request and then murdered her.”

“But-“ Wes Began, “if we find that amulet, fulfilling Elizabeth’s last request, I believe it will break the curse that has haunted my family for over 300 years.”

JJ pursed his lips together, nodding. Kiara was the one to first speak up, “Okay. Um… I’m sorry. Where did you say that the necklace thingy is?”

“Oh.” Chandler chuckled, “Blackbeards last ship. The adventure.”

“Perfect.” Kiara spoke sarcastically.

“According to all records, the amulet was still on it. Right off of goat island.”

You now were the one to interrupt, “I’ll bite.” You murmured, everyone turning to you now. “Uhm, sir, no offense, but honestly, I think that this one is like… way out of our league. There’s no sort of leads-“

“And the coast guard excavated that site years ago.”

“You all solved El dorado, no? I think that this is perfectly in your league.” Wes directed to you, before looking to Pope.” And the excavation team didn’t know what we know. They didn’t have this.”

Wes pulled out a journal, handing it to Pope. “There’s a secret lockbox hidden behind the headboard in the captains chamber. Do you dive?”

“We dive. All… all of us do.” JJ lied, Kiara and you turning to him with quirked eyebrows. “It’s just, we only do it if the price is right.” He cleared his throat.

John B rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing quietly.

“Excellent. We are prepared to offer you a premium for your services. Fifty thousand, plus expenses. Five thousand up front. And we would very much like your immediate answer.”

John B stood up, JJ glancing at him. “Well I think we kind of-“ JJ started, before John B shoved his hand over the blondes mouth, his voice becoming muffled.

“Uh, we just need to think it through. You know, talk about it.” You told them, all of you standing up, beginning to walk to the room next door. “We’ll be right back.”

“Okay, uhm- what was that?!” Sarah spoke.

“We have to think.” Cleo replied as John B shut the door.

“This is weird.” Kiara said, you nodding.

“We should just slip out through the back. I feel like I’m in a horror movie right now. He’s talking about ghosts and curses and shit. I didn’t sign up for this!” You told them, pointing and motioning to the back door not too far.

“Are we really going to listen to the guy who should be in a white padded room?” John B asked, looking around at you all. “Visitations? Curses?”

“They are nuts. I mean, all the kooks that met them called ‘em crazy. I see why now.” You replied, shaking your head.

“Okay, obviously he’s batshit, but he’s in there crying about his daughter. Like he needs help!” Sarah empathized, you shrugging and tilting your head to the side with a small pout.

“Kinda feel bad for the old man.” You murmured.

“He needs therapy, not a necklace, Sarah.”

“Obviously this guy is nutty, we don’t even know if anything he’s saying is true.”

“We cannot ignore the fact that there is a ghost and a curse. And- y’all aren’t getting a weird ass vibe?” Kiara asked.

“Okay. Guys.” Cleo started, leaning in her chair. “Let’s just say we take this job- is it even possible.”

“Yes.” JJ interjected.

“I knew what you would say. Everybody else?”

“Look, even if it… is where they say it is, that shipwreck is gonna be far down. Like, depths of hell far!” You exclaimed.

“Probably like 80 to 100 feet. And not to mention, the currents and probably ripping.” Pope added.

“Guys, are we really gonna worry about the details right now?” JJ asked.

“Yes!” Everyone else said.

“That’s 100%!” Pope whisper yelled to him.

“Guys, in our time of need, are we really gonna turn down free money? No! That’s not like us.”

“It’s not free!”

“The worst that can happen is we walk out of here with five G’s in our pocket. End of discussion.”

“That’s not the worst-“

“We can go to jail, get arrested-“

Everyone began to speak over each other, conversations mixing as JJ walked over to the door and the room the two men currently were in, everyone’s chatter stopping as JJ spoke.

“Excuse me, sir, we’ve come to our conclusion, and we’ll do it. We’ll take the job. Now that initial 5k, is that that right there?”

You sighed, “Holy shit, this is gonna backfire on us so hard. I can already feel it.” You whispered to yourself, Sarah groaning and nodding with you.

“Welcome aboard.” Chandler spoke, handing Jj the envelope, before you came over and took it from his hands.

“I think I’ll take that for safekeeping-“ and then Pope took it from yours.

“No, no, I got it.”

“Fair enough. Never trust a Maybank with money, I guess.” You mumbled to yourself, looking up to see Groff giving you an unreadable look when you said your last name, causing you to look back at him with confusion on your face.

Your last name has always caused some feelings in people. People hated your dad, or they were his ride or dies, or they just disliked him.

But on goat island? Where they don’t even know the meaning behind the words kooks and pogues? Now, that’s weird. There’s no way in hell these old fuckers knew your dad, you thought.

He looked away, letting out an almost nervous sounding chuckle when he noticed how you’d seen his reaction. You brushed it off, the man’s insane, it’s whatever, you thought.

“Yeah, my brother!” Topper shouted as Rafe walked over with a smile on his face, picking him up from the floor. “There he is! How are you, baby? Gave it up for the win, I love you!”

One girl side eyed the two annoying boys, turning to her boyfriend with an eye roll.

“Do you remember Sheriff Peterkin? His dad shot her.” She spoke rather loudly to him, him looking down at her.

“I heard that he choked out his ex girlfriend y/n once.” He replied.

“What did you say?” Rafe asked with a chilling smile on his face, Toppers own smile disappearing. “You got something to say?” Rafe began to walk up to the pair.

“Hey listen, if you want-“

“Back off, Rafe.” The man shoved Rafe, who looked offended.

“Listen, listen. If you wanna… if you wanna whisper some bullshit behind my back, why don’t you just say it to my face? I’m standing right here.” He waited for a reply that didn’t come, leaning in closer to them. “You got something to say, say it to my face.” He slapped his face multiple times, “say it to my face!”

“Hey, all right. All right.” Topper grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down,

“No, no, no, I just wanna hear what you said-“

Topper pulled him away, “it’s all good, we’re all friends.”

“All friends.” Rafe repeated.

“Having a little celebration.”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I just don’t like when people talk about my dad, or…her.” He spoke, grabbing a bottle of vodka, pushing it past his lips.

“No, I get it. I get it. He- he- you know, Rafe, he was a good man.”

“That’s right.” He nodded, “He was a great man!” Rafe screamed, everyone in the building turning to him now. The veins in his forehead bulged and he gripped on the bottle till his knuckles with white and he felt like the glass was gonna shatter underneath him.

He set the bottle down, Topper still having his hands on his shoulder.

“Don’t listen, man-“ Topper started.

“Don’t listen? Kinda hard when they do it right in front of me. I mean, I expect that shit from the cut but not here. Not here, you know-“

“I know, dude-“

“What is this bullshit? Who do you have at your party?” Rafe questioned, narrowing his eyes.

“Come on, we’re good! Let’s go, hey, let’s get some air.”

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Rafe shoved Toppers hand off his shoulder, “I’m just getting a drink somewhere else.”

It was night, him holding yet another beer bottle to his lips, walking up to one of the bars and tilting his head at the man behind the table.

“Just give me one of… whatever.” He murmured.

“Rafe.” He heard a woman’s voice speak from behind him, a chuckle after that. “Hollis Robinson.”

He looked at her, confusion on his face until she explained how she knew him.

“I.. I worked with your father quite a bit.”

He took a moment to recognize the face, before it snapped. “Oh yeah, Hollis.” He said rather dismissively, taking another swig from the bottle. “Mister… Robinson’s wife.”

“Yeah, ex, I’m afraid. I haven’t seen you in a few years, you’ve… you’ve grown up. It’s good to see you.” She held her hand out.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t really have a choice, so…”

“None of us do, really.” She chuckled as he shook her hand. “I, uh… I admired your father.” She followed Rafe when he went over to a table, standing there with his drink in hand. “I’m so very sorry about what happened.”

He nodded, raising the glass to his lips. “Thank you.”

“You know, I’ve, um, I’ve been watching you, Rafe. All those real estate moves. You built that uh, that condo on Bayline. The renovation of the church plot.”

“It was just, you know, a little thing.” He replied, “but uhm, I made it happen, so…”

“Yeah. People are noticing.” She said with a smile, “The right people.” She reached into her purse, pulling out a card, placing it on the table in front of him. “I’ve got a little development project cooking, and I am looking for a partner who’s not afraid of the deep waters. Who’s gonna leave it all on the field?”

“Partner?” He questioned.

She nodded, glancing behind her for a moment. “Well, you take care, Rafe.”

“You too.” He replied, looking down at the card she had handed him while she walked away.

“So, based on the schematics of the ship,” Pope spoke while he circled a part of the drawing. “It’ll probably be best for you to enter in around here.”

“Right..”

“And Genrette wasn’t kidding about this stash. Look. In the captains log, there’s a secret compartment. Right here, behind the headboard in the captains quarters.”

“Okay, are we really still talking about this?” John b asked while he sat down.

“Yup.” Jj replied, you huffing.

“The ships been down there for 300 years. It’s been salvaged. We literally know that.“ You spoke.

“Come on, not gonna hurt to check.” Cleo replied to you.

“Exactly-“ JJ clicked his fingers at her, going back to the journal. “And also, we know where it is. It’s right in this area.”

“Except we don’t know exactly where it is.” John B told him.

“And, going that far down the ocean? You are asking to get the bends.” You spoke.

JJ shrugged, “We said that last time, we’re still here. And what about the coast guard? I bet they know where it is. Plus, I’ve heard coasties are quite chill, so we could probably just ask them.”

“Do you remember our cousin Jack? He was in the coast guard, and he made me want to shoot myself every time we were near each other.” You told JJ, to which he tilted his head to the side.

“He told on me for quote ‘smoking in the bathroom.’ Which I definitely did do, but he didn’t need to snitch on me!” You exclaimed.

“Hey, wait, Pope, isn’t your uncle in the coast guard? Uncle Roger?” You remembered.

“My uncle Roger? No, no, no. That’s not gonna work. My uncle Roger is the most strait laced, by the books person in the history of the world.”

“More straight laced than you?” Sarah asked with a raised eyebrow.

“First of all, I didn’t graduate high school. I had to get a GED. That’s… that’s pretty loosey-goosey.”

“Hm. Now that I think about it, I have an ex who’s in the coast guard now…” you murmured to yourself, JJ quirking an eyebrow.

“You mean Micheal? The guy you dated when you were 15? That’s not gonna work.” John B snorted.

JJ whistled.

“Wait, JJ, isn’t your, uh, your friend in the coast guard? Boogie.”

JJ smirked, turning to you and John B.

You laughed loudly, “Oh, man, I forgot about him.” John B also laughed.

“Boogs? He’s in the reserves, bro.”

“Yeah, but he’d probably know.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. He’s a marina rat. Living paycheck to paycheck. So, if we’re gonna get any intel out of him, he’s gonna need to be bribed. Which, look, I’m totally fine with doing. It’s just-“

“No.” John B and Sarah said at the same time.

“All right. There’s your answer right there. So, in my mind, I’m like the best case scenario, is if I had an uncle who knew were the wreck was, would maybe tell us for free… oh that’s right, you do.”

“What about your cousin?” Pope asked, you snickering.

“Oh, he got arrested for possession. Heroin, cocaine, meth, the whole nine yards… Yeah, he’s definitely not getting out for a while. Plus, knowing him, he’d ask us for like a shit ton of money. Or to get him out. Either way, it’s a no go.” You replied.

“Pope, that should be out first stop.”

“You’re not listening. I dropped a cracker in that man’s garage one time, and he made me clean the whole thing.”

Sarah and Kiara laughed at his words, while he continued.

“He is not the person who will give up classified information. He’s just not.”

“Dude,” JJ stood up, walking towards the boy. “Your uncle might literally know where it’s at, he might even tell us for free, but you just gotta try.”

“No, I… I don’t think you’re listening.”

“He could say yes.” Kiara tilted her head to the side.

“Also, I thought all pogues were all team players here, so…” JJ wrapped his arms around Pope.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Not even a single woogity?” Sarah asked, holding her hands out.

“What happened to pogues for life?”

“Absolutely not.” Pope still shook his head.

“Take one for the team!”

“That’s it. I’m done. I’m not asking him.”

You, Sarah and Cleo all went back to the shop while your brother went to go find Boogie since Popes uncle didn’t work, you sitting on the counter while nursing a beer.

“I think the best thing about owning a business is that I can drink whenever I want and not get in trouble.” You mused with a smile.

“Until Pope catches you again.”

“Well, Popes the fun police, and besides, a beer or two… or three, isn’t gonna do anything to me. Maybnaks have a high alcohol tolerance. It would take me five of these bad boys to give me a buzz.”

Sarah tilted her head to the side with her eyes narrowed at you. “I’m not sure that’s a flex.”

You shrugged, “Flex for me.”

A man came in, standing in front of the counter, stopping your conversation about beer.

“Hello.” Sarah greeted him with a smile.

“Good afternoon, ladies. Y’all remember me?”

Dale fucking Zeasy. You had to roll your eyes as you took another sip, letting out a sigh when your lips left the cold bottle.

“How could we forget?” Cleo asked.

He looked up at her, “I like that accent. Welcome to our country.”

You scoffed, the audacity.

“How can we help you?” You asked him, not even bothering to use your customer service voice, annoyed at just his presence. He handed you a piece of paper, you grabbing it.

“I got something for you.”

“You shouldn’t have.” Sarah said with a tight lipped smile when you handed it to her, your grip on the bottle tightening as you sunk it in.

“No, really. You shouldn’t have.” You chimed in, him giving you a glare.

“I can take this place off your hands at any time. For a fair price.”

“Listen, old man-“ you started, before Sarah cut you off.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, but can we offer you a keychain?” Sarah asked, “Maybe a glass bong? Pipe? You look like you need one.”

“You know, y’all are gonna lose this place. You might as well sell now.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, slamming your glass down on the table and standing up, he gave you a smile, walking to the door way.

“And you have safe travels back to your homeland.”he pointed to Cleo.

“Oh-“ you scoffed again, walking out from behind the counter.

Despite him being taller than you, you stood in front of him, leaning in close to him.

“Get the fuck out of here before I fucking-“

“He’s not worth it.” Sarah interrupted you, grabbing your shoulder.

“Listen to your friend.” He nodded. “You know, no wonder you and Rafe didn’t work out.” He said with a chuckle.

You glared at him as she pulled you away, and back to the counter.

You picked up the glass bottle again. “I’m gonna need ten more of these. Fucking changing the zoning.” You mumbled to yourself.

“What’s that mean?” Cleo asked, holding the paper.

“It’s a way to force owners out of their property.”

“Is that legal?” She asked.

“If you got money. Of fucking course.” You threw your hands up in the air.

“We’re gonna need a lot more than five thousand dollars.”

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! This is my first time requesting.

The Straw Hats finding out that Eri!Reader never celebrated her birthday/doesn't know her birthday, so they invite everyone to throw her a birthday party (They considered the day that Luffy rescued her to be her birthday).

Bonus: They compete to see which present(s) Eri!Reader loves the most.

-It started off as a question when Sanji set the birthday cake down in front of Nami to blow out the candles, decorations hanging around and all sorts of tasty food laid out.

-When the cake was served your eyes were sparkling brightly at the delicious but refreshing taste of the mikan flavored cake, enjoying it as everyone was celebrating together.

-Nami noticed your curious look and she beamed at you, “What’s up Y/N?” you looked up at her and unintentionally, you made the party come to a grinding halt, “When is my birthday?”

-They all looked at each other, unsure of how to answer that exactly before Robin spoke, “Do you not know your birthday Y/N?” you shook your head, “I don’t- Over- he never celebrated anything like that with me.” A few glares went around at the mention of Overhaul, as they all knew how badly he had treated you.

-The party continued, everyone eating as Nami had gotten the same thing from everyone, bags of money, except from Robin who got her new pens and notebooks and paper for drawing maps, but the discussion was now on when your birthday should be.

-Luffy, as captain, made a smart decision for once, and declared that the day he found you would be your birthday and your eyes lit up brightly, hearing this news, now having a birthday of your own!

-Your birthday was in about a month, so plenty of time to prepare as you wanted to know all there was to know about birthdays, other than cake and food.

-Usopp and Franky told you all about different birthday celebrations they had in the past, and many others did the same, giving you all sorts of ideas, as Robin and Nami had told you to start thinking of things you wanted for your birthday, from food to activities.

-As it drew closer you were sitting with Ace and Sanji in the galley as Sanji showed you the menu, he had prepared for the giant birthday picnic you had asked for, wanting everyone, all your grandpas, all your big brothers and sisters, your adoptive parental figures, to be there with you as you wanted to see all of them for your birthday.

-They all thought it was sweet that you wanted everyone together, and the invitation had gone out a few weeks ago, so everyone could arrive at the spring island that was perfect for a picnic.

-This declaration of yours, wanting to see everyone on your special day, caused several heart related incidents all over the Grand Line, but you were elated as the responses started coming in, all of them agreeing to meet.

-When the big day arrived, you were kept inside by Brook, who kept you distracted, something he did tell you honestly, while everyone was getting everything prepared. You had fun with Brook, coloring and he played music and taught you a new song until Sanji came to get you both.

-Your eyes were wide as he brought you onto the island, seeing everyone there, cheering loudly as they saw you, wishing you a happy birthday as there were all sorts of balloons, streamers, and other decorations around, picnic blankets everywhere with huge tables filled with all kinds of food, including a massive birthday cake that had apples cut into the shape of bunnies, your favorite, in the center of all of it.

-You felt almost too overwhelmed to cry, seeing everyone looking so happy to see you as you went around, hugging and greeting everyone, your elation keeping your happy tears at bay.

-The food was delicious, and everyone was behaving, as you were unaware that Nami threatened everyone to not fight during your party, or else, and they knew that she would follow through on her threats if any of them upset you.

-When it came time to cut your cake, Luffy held you up to the candles on a lower level, so you could reach and you blew them out, making a wish, something Chopper told you to do and when they were all blown out, everyone cheered loudly again.

-While the cake was being cut up to be served, Nami and Ace directed you to a massive pile of presents that everyone brought and you could only stare with wide eyes, completely stunned to see this.

-You got picture books, coloring books, all sorts of new clothes, some decorations for your room, stuffed toys, and all sorts of practical gifts, perfect for a child your age.

-This is where the party started to get heated however, as everyone started trying to one up each other on their gifts, fighting on who’s present you liked the best, which was a bit flustering for you, as you didn’t want them to fight.

-To be fair, many were surprised that many of the guests had made it this far without starting a fight, and while many started brawling, away from the picnic, Sanji served the cake and you sat facing away from the fighting, so you wouldn’t get upset, enjoying the delicious cake.

-When everyone was bruised and battered, they returned for their own slice of cake, but many were curious about what gift you liked the best and they all asked you this.

-You looked around at your gifts before you paused and you smiled, pointing at Luffy who looked a bit confused, pointing a finger at himself as you came over and he kneeled, picking you up, “Luffy’s my favorite gift- because without him finding me, we all wouldn’t be here!”

-You were dangerous and adorable as you instantly gave more heart issues to everyone who quickly collapsed at your words, but they were quick to realize that this was true, without Luffy, none of this would be possible as you hugged your big brother who smiled softly, hugging you back, happy that he had found you.

[paperstorm]

Can we talk about the fact that Carlos showed up to Owen's house acting like like that to remind Owen and Enzo that their petty dispute means NOTHING because the position of no 1 man in TK's life has already been filled? He was there to assert his dominance and I love that for him

I have been stuck for like an hour on @butchreyes' tags - "He literally showed up just to remind everyone that their son calls him daddy" like WHAT ELSE IS THE REASON for dressing like that to go to dinner with his husbands father and stepfather and toddler brother!!!! With the shirt undone and the tailored suit and the big sexy hat! Going in first before TK or Enzo! Strutting into Owen's house and shoving his hand out like that! Cocky confident smile! Yes hello there father-in-law look how big my hat is! This is my house now! Shake my giant hand soy boy! I'm gonna manipulate you and this other beta into an arm wrestle later to assert my dominance over both of you! What a display I'm????? He's peacocking so much it is DEAFENING. And this was the boy with the big shiny eyes and the desperation for fatherly approval who used to get all twitchy and nervous at the idea of calling Owen by his first name. I fucking love this growth for him. He is not that half-closeted anxious boy who married a woman to please his parents and was afraid of the world and didn't let himself live in technicolor. He is a confident, capable mountain lion cowboy who definitely wants these two insecure men to know their son calls him Sir.