#help me out gang what is their ship name???

[sonjalikestodraw]

Razor stays winning

[wonderjanga]

The Wizard

Marvel gets smacked so hard he thinks he’s Shazam. That’s it.

Superman: *helps Marvel up* “Oh my Rao, are you okay??”

Marvel: *confused as to who the man in blue is* “Yes, I am fine.” *brushes himself off and sees a giant space ship in the sky* “What in the world is that?”

Supes: “It’s the ship?”

Marvel: “What ship?”

Supes: “The ship that’s invading us- you know the drill. Aliens come to earth, and we take them out. Marvel are you okay?

Marvel: “I already said I am fine, and my name isn’t Marvel, I am Sha-”

*they get shot at by the ship*

Marvel: “Never mind. Let me take care of this.”

Supes: “Wait, Cap!”

Marvel: *proceeds to ram himself into the ship leaving a Cap sized hole*

Said ship proceeded to start falling on the city below. The heroes then immediately rushed to try and stop it from landing on the city.

And before anyone says this is out of character, this is young, kinda old, but still young Shazam. This man was a shepherd. From like 9000 years ago. This man prayed to the Gods so hard they were like, “here, take these powers. Go nuts, freaky bro.” To which he then went on to murder all the people who murdered his family. He could’ve been unhinged because I don’t think you understand how much hatred that man must’ve put into his prayers for the gods to notice him.

Back at the Watchtower…

GL: You were a shepherd? Like a dude that herds sheep type of shepherd?”

Marvel: “Yes.”

WW: “How does one go from herding sheep to being a super hero?”

Marvel: “A gang of thieves killed my family. So I prayed, and the gods blessed me, princess.”

WW: “Oh… I apologize-

Marvel: “Then killed off the bandits.”

GL: *chokes on spit and coughs a lot* “What?”

Marvel: “I hunted them down and killed them all.”

WW and GL: *share a concerned look before looking back at Marvel*

WW: “We were all under the impression that you refrained from killing anyone. Regardless of whether or not they were a bad person.”

Marvel: “What made you think that? In this strange future, have I stopped?”

GL: “As far as we know!”

Then there was the inevitable time Shazam had enough of being called Cap, or a Marvel, or even worse Captain Marvel.

Marvel: “Why do you all keep calling me that?”

Supes: “No offense, but you’ve… Never really told us your name.”

Marvel: “I haven’t? Do I not trust you? Aren’t you all my future comrades?”

Supes: “We are! We’ve known you for four, almost five years. It’s just, whenever we ask, you kind of just shut down.”

Marvel: “Really? Then I might as well get it out of the way. My name is Shazam.” *gets lightninged into little billy and sees how little he is* “WHAT IN THE GODS NAMES?”

[system-to-the-madness]

Ice - Zuko x Reader

Word Count: 2 582 Warnings: kidnapping, injury, war Summary: After kidnapping the Avatar at the Northpole, Zuko has an unexpected encounter with the person he was longing to see the most A/N: Can be read as a oneshot; Part Two of the series Perfect (10 times Zuko thought you were perfect and the first time he told you), Part One is here Dividers: original by @thecutestgrotto edit by me (colour only)

Zuko sat on the cold ground of the ice cave, his gaze absentmindedly pointed towards the cave’s exit, where a snowstorm kept raging on.  If it weren’t for that storm, he long could have gotten the Avatar back to the ship, the Avatar, who lay unconscious and tied up on the floor just a few feet away. But instead, he was stuck here, in this ice dessert.

How had people ever thought it would be a good idea to build a life up here, so far North? There was nothing here but freezing cold sea, ice and snow. Sure, he knew the territory of the Fire Nation was not necessarily more inviting; most of it was rough stone and dusty ground.

But it had not always been that way. Hundreds of years ago, there had been blooming gardens and tall forests, thriving on the nutrient rich ash the volcanoes spit out. When Fire Lord Sozin had declared the war, the gardens and fields with flowers had been neglected until everything had died or been paved over. Once beautiful parks had been turned into training centres for soldiers. The forests had been cleared to access the iron in the ground and to use the wood for firing up the engines.

Zuko vividly remembered the images in his schoolbooks about the “sacrifice of meaningless aesthetics for the great cause of uniting the world underneath the banner of the Fire Nation”. It had never seemed quite right to him, but he had known better than to question his ancestors’ decisions. Maybe that was why he enjoyed the trips to Ember Island so much: Because there was still nature there.

The storm outside carried snowflakes past the entrance, and in his slowly but surely sleepy mind, he was certain the white, glimmering crystals arranged themselves to your likeliness. A few weeks ago, the idea that his sleep deprived mind taunted him by recognizing your face in all kinds of unrelated patterns, clouds, stars, waves, had terrified him. Now it was almost comforting, imagining the snowflakes to form that face that had burned itself into his memory.

He hadn’t seen you since he had broken you and the Avatar out of Zhao’s prison. While he had run into the Avatar’s little gang of run-aways, you never seemed to have been around. Maybe you had split from the group, maybe you had recognized that betraying your Nation by helping their number one enemy was not the best choice in life. And while Zuko wanted to be satisfied with this explanation, he couldn’t help that empty feeling in his chest that told him that he might never see you again. If you had still been traveling with the Avatar, he could have met you again, but if you had left, the chances of finding you were close to zero. Sure, he knew what you looked like and what your name was. But unlike the Avatar, you wouldn’t stir up as much attention, which meant people wouldn’t notice you, the same way he barely had taken notice of you before getting you out of that cell. Which again in turn meant that when people didn’t notice you, nobody would be able to point him towards where you were.

Zuko shook his head. Was he seriously considering searching for you, someone who, without a second thought had betrayed their nation? He had captured the Avatar; his path was set. He only would have to get him onto a ship now and sail back to the Fire Nation. There he would hand over the boy to his father, who would welcome him home with open arms, and make him his right-hand man, as Zuko had always dreamt of being. He would get to sleep in his bed again, cool, silken sheets wrapping around his body and would get to eat all his favourite foods again.

Still, he knew that your face would haunt him forever, the way you had stood over these guards who you had defeated. The same way your cry would always haunt him, when he had burnt you. He hadn’t meant to, and he wished he could tell you that he hadn’t intended to hurt you. But he never had gotten the chance.

After he had been knocked out on the escape from Zhao, he had woken up in a forest, on a pile of leaves. The Avatar had talked to him, about old friends from the Fire Nation, but Zuko’s entire focus had been on you, who had sat curled in on yourself next to the Avatar. A stripe of orange cloth, doubtlessly from the Avatar’s clothing, had been wrapped around your left arm where Zuko had burnt you in his clumsy attempt to save you from the attacking Fire Benders. You hadn’t looked at him, but even from where he had been laying, it had been obvious, that you had been exhausted. Your eyes had seemed sunken in, you had looked sickly, and even from the distance Zuko had been able to see that you were shaking.

When the Avatar’s words had driven rage into Zuko’s blood, and he had tried attacking the boy, the two of you had simply disappeared. The Avatar had grabbed you as if you didn’t weight more than a small child even though you were taller than him, and together you had disappeared in the branches of the tall trees and Zuko had been left to wonder when or if he would ever get to see your eyes again.

When or if he would ever get to see you look at him with anything other than shock, fear or hatred.

Zuko was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of the Avatar struggling against his restraints. So that little bastard was awake. Quickly Zuko jumped to his feet.

“Welcome back,” Zuko said, glaring at the small body wringing on the ground of the ice cave.

“It’s good to be back,” the Avatar responded, and before Zuko knew what had happened, he was thrown backwards against the wall behind him, his back forcefully knocking into the ice, making pain shoot through his skull and stars dance before his eyes.

As quickly as his aching body allowed, Zuko scrambled back to his feet, chasing after the Avatar, who had made it outside already, trying to wriggle across the snow.

“That won't be enough to escape,” Zuko hissed, pulling the Avatar up by his shirt. He wouldn’t let that kid escape again. He was the only way Zuko would ever get to go home; he needed the Avatar.

A familiar sound above him alerted Zuko even before the Avatar exclaimed: “Appa!”

No, no there was no way. He wouldn’t give up this chance. He had learnt from the past run-ins with the Avatar’s friends. They wouldn’t best him this time. Not now, that he finally had the Avatar so tightly in his grasp, not now, that he was so close to finally going home.

The Sky Bison landed a few meters away in the snow, and the Water Tribe girl jumped down from the beast’s back. But for a moment, just a short moment, Zuko’s attention was on something entirely different, someone different. From behind the saddle of the Sky Bison, a familiar pair of eyes stared at him, familiar hair whipping in the wind. So, you had not left the Avatar’s company, you just hadn’t been close by during the other encounters the group had had with Zuko since your escape from Zhao.

Zuko felt a weight fall off his shoulders. You were here, and you were okay. Even just from the short glance he gave you, he could tell that you were in far better shape than the last time he had seen you in that forest. You seemed to have recovered well after the strain of your imprisonment.

His attention focused back on the Water Tribe girl, who was glaring daggers at him in the dark, moon-lit snow desert. Pushing the Avatar aside, Zuko lifted his hands, ready to fight.

“Here for a rematch,” he challenged. There was no way he would make it home with the Avatar without defeating his annoying, little girlfriend and the others first. Even if it meant fighting against and hurting you again, he had to do it. He couldn’t let you – or anyone else – stand in his way, not when he finally would get the chance to go home.

“Trust me Zuko, it's not going to be much of a match.”

He wanted to scuff at the girl’s words, but before he could, he suddenly was lifted into the air. He only had a moment to realise what was happening. They were surrounded by snow; snow was just hard water. He had challenged a Water Bender while she was in her element and he in the one that was furthest from his bending skill. Which, objectively speaking, was an awful idea. But still, how was she so powerful that she could just throw him around like this? Had he lost so much of his skill? And if he lost this match, they would take the Avatar back with them, would take his only way to go home. He couldn’t let them take that from him, not again. Not after all these years he had spent chasing after the Avatar in the desperate hope to finally go-

The next moment he crashed into the ground, and everything turned black.

Zuko crashed into the ground and a moment later Sokka had already reached Aang, cutting his restraints with his boomerang.

“Hey, this is some quality robe,” he shouted, holding up the cut rope to show you, while you and Yue stayed seated on Appa’s back.

“We need to get to the oasis; the spirits are in trouble,” Aang explained while he undid the rope that tied together his ankles, before running over to Appa and floating himself onto his usual position between the Sky Bison’s horns, while Sokka came running back to settle down in the saddle next to Yue.

Concerned, your eyes flickered back to the Fire Nation prince. He was laying motionless in the snow where Katara had dropped him. You sure didn’t like him, and he had tried kidnapping Aang on more occasions than you could remember. The world would certainly be a better place without him in it, trying to chase all of you down the whole time. But he didn’t deserve being left behind in the snow desert like this. He was unconscious, and who knew for how long. You couldn’t just let him freeze out here.

You were about to speak up, when Aang’s voice sounded over the harsh wind.

“Wait,” he said, making you look at him. His eyes were focused on the unconscious boy laying in the snow. “We can’t just leave him here.”

“Sure we can,” Sokka disagreed. “Let's go.”

“No, if we leave him, he'll die,” Aang responded stubbornly.

 “We don’t know how long he’ll be unconscious for,” you added. “He might freeze if we leave him.”

Aang jumped off Appa, and down into the snow, grabbing Zuko and Air Bending them both back onto Appa’s back.

“Yeah, this makes a lot of sense,” Sokka complained sarcastically. “Let's bring the guy who's constantly trying to kill us.”

Appa took off with a slight growl and Aang dropped Zuko right into your lap, startling you.

“Let’s tie his hands at least,” Sokka whined, holding up the rope with which Aang had previously been tied up.

Rolling your eyes, you shifted the unconscious Prince out of your lap. He was kind of pretty, you thought, as you watched Sokka tie him up. The scar that covered half of the left side of his face was the trace of a bad burn, far worse than the handprint he had left behind on your arm, but it did little to lessen his beauty. The truth was, he had a beautiful face, soft features. If his hair hadn’t mostly been shaven, he might look almost gentle.

Quickly you chased the thought away. Sokka was right, Zuko had tried to kill you and your friends on multiple occasions. You shouldn’t be thinking about him as casually as this. But he had also saved yours and Aang’s life, even though if things had gone according to his plan, you probably would not have escaped. And still… you had a feeling there was more to his story than you were aware of at the moment.

Everything was hazy around him, the ground swaying underneath his body, soft, uneven movements. His wrists hurt, he realized, but his body felt too weak to even try to struggle against the rope that bound his hands. Being unable to move at all, he kept his eyes closed, listening to his surroundings instead. There was the rushing of wind, and the distant sound of people talking, of young people talking. Where was he? What had happened to him? The material he was laying on seemed to be leather, and the swaying was too soft to be that of a boat. Was he on an animal’s back? The ground seemed surprisingly even, not bent as it would have been had it been the saddle of an ostrich horse.

A searing pain shot through his head. Maybe thinking wasn’t the best way to solve the question of where he was right now. So instead, he carefully blinked open his eyes. Above him, the night sky opened up with thousands of stars glimmering in the dark, only a few clouds occasionally interrupting the seemingly endless abys of sparkling darkness. The sight was dizzying, making his head spin. And then suddenly someone leant over him. Zuko still felt so out of it, that he didn’t even flinch as the face appeared above him, the face that had kept haunting him in the past weeks as he had tried catching up to the Avatar.

“You better stay down,” you warned him, but the words barely registered in Zuko’s mind that was too preoccupied by processing just how beautiful you looked above him. The light of the moon reflected in your eyes, making them shimmer like a deep lake in which he only would have been all too happy to drown. Night wind whipped through your hair, pulling at your strands and blowing them over your face. A cut ran across your cheek, red and fresh, the blood barely dried.

A wave of anger shot through Zuko. Who had dared touching, dared hurting you? But then your voice pulled his focus away from the small wound again.

“Stay down,” you repeated.

Zuko’s eyes focused on your lips, the way they formed around the words. Soft looking, smooth lips, that made him wonder if you had ever kissed anyone before. Certainly you had. He couldn’t be the first to notice just how beautiful you were. And you weren’t just beautiful. You were a warrior, you knew how to handle yourself in a fight, you didn’t give up easily and pushed through hardship, no matter how exhausted you were. This much he had learnt from the short time he had spent with you during that prison escape. And you were stubborn and clever and if the look in your eyes as you watched him being barely able to keep his eyes open was anything to go by, you were also kind and sensible. You were perfect.

That was his last thought before he fell unconscious again.

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[sillystarwrites]

Artist’s Muse | MW Daisuke x Reader

A/N: first one shot gang, wish me luck because I am scared.

Summary: Daisuke hasn’t been heard from all day. Worried, reader goes to his quarters and finds out what he’s really up to.

Type: Anya’s intern reader, gender neutral, Fluff/platonic, idk man just read it blehhh

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It was quiet. Too quiet. Something was up. Ever since you woke up, and gotten to work in the medbay, something was missing.

Daisuke.

He always poked his head in the room at some point, cracking a joke or giving you and Anya some doodles from his work with Swansea, which you both put up on the board. (Yimpy was your favorite, by the way!) You’d been working for hours, organizing and helping Anya, occasionally going around the ship to help Swansea, since the engineer’s intern was holed up in his quarters. 

As of right now, you were just in Utility, taking a break from your intern duties with Anya.

“So…have you heard from Daisuke at all? I haven’t seen him all day.” You started conversation awkwardly, figuring Swansea might know.

“Nope, haven’t seen the kid either. I tried yanking him from his room, but he was working on something. Didn’t even let me in.” Swansea groused, grabbing a wrench from his toolbox as he tightened the bolts on the cryopods, “Can’t help but admit I am a bit worried, the kid doesn’t pull stunts like this often, or at all to be honest.”

“I mean, I could check on him. I’m technically his best friend, right?” you suggested.

“Y’know…I suppose that could work. My next bet was waiting it out, but I’ll send ya down there. Thanks, kid” he spoke, the gratefulness evident.

“Anytime, Mr. Swansea!” you grinned, your feet swiftly carrying you from the utility room, down the metal halls and to the crew’s quarters. You approached his door, “Daisuke” written in dark pink lettering, with doodles of hibiscus flowers around his name. You raised your hand, your fist rapping against the door softly.

“Daisuke, are you in there? Can I come in?” you asked carefully, worried. Something was wrong. It had to be.

“Don’t- don’t come in! I’m busy.” he responded meekly, a hint of nervousness in his voice, “Besides uh- I’m- whatever, just go away.”

“I’m not gonna go away until you either let me in or tell me what’s going on. You’re worrying Swansea and I, as well as everyone else, I’m sure.” you insisted, the concern eating you alive, “You know these doors don’t lock, the only thing stopping me from coming in is the fact you’re responding.”

“Come on, (y/n), it’s really better if you just go, I’ll be done in a bit!” he fought back.

“Daisuke, please, you’re scaring me. I haven’t heard from you all day. I can tell something’s up.” you could hear shuffling from in the room, pens and pencils clicking against the wood of his desk. Your hand gripped the metal knob, turning it slowly.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Daisuke ran up to the door, closing it before you could open it as papers rustled.

It was a few moments before it flung open, the wind slightly pushing your hair back as you were greeted with him brightly smiling self. Before you could even speak, Daisuke spoke over you.

“Here! I’ve been working like, all day on this, so I hope you like it!” He smiled, handing you the paper.

You looked down and…it was a drawing of you. You knew he was good at art but…this was on a different level.

“This is so good!” You gushed, careful not to crumple the paper with excitement, “Swansea’s gonna be absolutely pissed but y’know, it seems worth it, right?” you chuckled, hugging him, still tenderly handling the masterpiece.

“Oh wow, I didn’t expect you to get this excited, but thanks, (y/n). Thanks a lot.” he hugged back, relishing the feeling of you in his arms. 

“Still, you should probably go to Swansea before he chews you out for 12 hours.” you pulled back, smiling still, a fuzzy feeling on your cheeks, “I’ll put this in my room immediately, though, it means a lot!”

“Fine, fine, see ya (y/n)!” He waved, jogging off to Utility. May he rest in peace.

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A/N: sorry if this was short, I don’t write one shots that often, but lemme cook!1!1!1!1!1! 😋

[alicedash2]

"My princess"

Whitebeard x Reader (f!reader, platonic)

without review

Shanks x Reader

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warning: persecution, mention of death, death, prejudice

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you were just his princess....

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Ah, those big, bright little eyes, full of life, that shy, forced smile, rosy, warm cheeks, you looked like a warm, cuddly little ball, even if you were a teenager, in the hand of your adoptive father, who adopted you and never let you touch a weapon, so fragile that you were, your delicate, small hands never knew what it was like to touch a weapon or anything heavy, you didn't know how to fight, let alone curse or offend, the true princess you were born to be.

 He felt devastated when you left, the persecution you suffered was too much, he thought he had saved you at the age of 12, from those ignorant people who thought you were a bad omen because of the culture you were born into and your ancestors, you were not to blame, your island, called "Flos Historiarum", was in a country at war, you had already lost your family, been taken away, they took your name and burned you with numbers, they tried to make you forget your name, but you always refused, you never submitted to that torture of prejudices, your whole island was devastated, and that filled you with hatred.

"I know how you feel, little one"

"no, you don't! I...hate them!"

"yes, I understand... and even so, I looked for things that could comfort me again..."

That's what Whitebeard said, bringing you close to his face, while you were sitting on the man's hand, malnourished, in pain and agony, he promised you that he would give you a new family, and so he did.

Whitebeard didn't usually have women in his gang, but he made a special exception at first, he just wanted to raise you and then let you live a peaceful life on an island he took as his territory, but as he saw you grow into a wonderful woman, almost 17 years old, he didn't have enough courage, he felt, for the first time, the love of a father for his daughter, he felt as if you were his exceptional daughter, as if you had come out of a dream that he hadn't even realized he had, being the father of a girl, that made him think that he would have liked to have had you earlier, learning to walk, talk, study, these silly but special things.

Whitebeard had time to see you grow, improve, develop your opinions, passions, fears and sorrows, from your island, the only thing you saved with you was your diaries, which were soon recovered before Whitebeard welcomed you into that place where there was barely any food, he knew, but he never touched on the subject, he knew, that inside, there was torture that you suffered.

During your adventures as Whitebeard, he always asked you to stay on the ship, or accompanied by a crew member, but not alone, and once, you disobeyed, left the ship, and went to explore the island in a more secluded place, but, it wasn't long before you found two heads, one red and one blue, discussing something, afraid, you left in silence when you ended up slipping and falling downs, making the boys look at you, curious...

"...?"

"ah!"

You tried to run away, but the fear was greater, the boys looked at you, still curious, they were your age at the time, 14 years old

"she's a civilian..."

"Are there any civilians here?"

"I don't know, maybe there's a village nearby"

"hey, are you a civilian?"

"igh?!"

You turned away, trembling, and denied it with your head

"oh... where are you from?"

"I-I... I..."

You tried to talk, you didn't want to admit that you were Whitebeard's daughter, you regretted going alone, until you heard a serious voice

"don't scare the girl! Stay away from her!"

A man appears, blond, called Rayleigh, by the boys, the man gently helped you up, he didn't comment on your origin, the boys became more curious, Rayleigh, took you back to Whitebeard, who when he went to check on you, hadn't found you, you were lectured and turned red with shame, blaming yourself for a moment before the man hugged you gently and asked you not to do it again, the red-haired boy, who looked at you intently, like a newly discovered species, decided to become your friend, he was curious about you, Whitebeard didn't say anything, but his intense gaze already said a lot.

 When you said goodbye on your last day, you commented on your diary, and let Shanks have a quick look, but he wasn't that interested, he thought that diaries were "girls thing", until you told him about your origin, which he doubted, so you showed him your mark from the numbers they had made on you, it was still scarred, very evident and about treatment, from then on, Shanks realized that he should also protect you, he felt obliged, even if you were from a rival crew, you carried a lot of history, of struggle, strength and pain, the young man gave you back your diary, knowing the things that would be there, and then, you got up, and Shanks accompanied you to your ship, where they said goodbye, making promises to meet again.

A few years passed, at 17, you met Shanks again, he was already independent and had his own ship, he invited you to be part of his crew, in which you refused in a gentle way, the man in love didn't insist, he told you a few things since they left and when Roger died, many things happened, but that he was happy to know that you were so far, and confessed, in which you also felt the same, again, they left, making new promises full of love.

 A few weeks pass, and you decide to live as a civilian again, making Whitebeard against it by asking:

"Why do you want to leave when you have everything here?"

"Daddy, I wasn't born to be a pirate, I was born to be a 'princess' like you said! I'm your princess, and a princess has a peaceful life, don't you think?"

Whitebeard didn't complain, he took you to a territory, still feeling insecure, something told him to take her and put her on the ship again, but he ignored it and decided to trust his daughter, who kissed him on the cheek before saying goodbye, everyone cried, except for him, but he knew where to find her.

A few days passed, and they found the diary in the old room, and decided to keep it until the next visit to return it to you, they knew how much you loved your diary, that it carried your struggle, and so it was, until the fateful day, when they arrived, they noticed something strange, there were fires all around, the island was green and flowery, with villages and a small town in the center. Whitebeard began to blame himself in advance, telling himself that he should have listened to his paternal instincts about stopping you from leaving the crew. It didn't take long for them to find you, lying lifeless in an alley, they recognized you by the numbers that were still visible on your arm, and quickly, everyone had understood, prejudice had found you again, but this time, it had caught you, and they had also set fire to the island, where not even the animals would escape, Whitebeard was flooded with sadness, he had lost his precious princess, who had never hurt anyone, but had been brutally hurt, and he, who had always promised to protect her, wasn't there.

After the unfortunate discovery, a few days later, they buried her delicate body on another nearby island, very small, left flowers and letters, and everyone said goodbye, Shanks was silent, not sure what to say, both crews left for their destination, Shanks with a clip, a pair of earrings and letters that would be sent to him, and Whitebeard with the diary and other things, Whitebeard felt so empty that he couldn't accept it, he wanted to make a promise that if she returned, he would give her something in return, but he didn't know what to give in return if his daughter returned, his promise was half-fulfilled, and Shanks, who wanted his love back, decided to make a promise, but, like Whitebeard, he didn't succeed.

18 years passed, Luffy was already on the seas, conquering crew members, Whitebeard, when he received a new newspaper in the morning, with new sheets of pirates with their rewards below, he decided to look, and when he looked at his new photo, on that sheet, smiling shyly, with rosy cheeks and bright eyes, he had a flash of all his memory, he was in a trance, He wanted to scream, to jump up and tell you that you were alive, but he could only cry slowly. Suddenly, he heard shouts of joy, seeing his crew celebrating his inexplicable return. Whitebeard held tightly to his diary, from his past life, the situation was the same with Shanks, his teenage love was back, alive, and with Luffy, his friend.

Whitebeard and Shanks began a race as to who would find you first and take you for themselves again.

Part 2(?)

[burningcheese-merchant]

BurningCheese/GoldenSpice Playlist

Ok, time to stop being a bitch and post the ship playlist I keep harping on about already.

Gonna mark each song with an emoji to signify if it's meant to either be Burning Spice's POV (🔺) or Golden Cheese's (🧀). It's also going to be band/singer name first, song name second, for ease of understanding

Thank you to everyone who's reached out to me, both on here and on AO3, with song suggestions! A good chunk of these came from me myself, but a lot of people introduced me to plenty more songs that I loved and agreed suited these two perfectly. It's been fun putting a playlist together with this help, it feels like a fun group project now lol. (Hell, you guys are actually helping me think of new writing material. Music is a huge source of inspiration and creativity for me, as I'm sure you've noticed. In a way, you're all indirectly making fic requests lol)

You're all still more than welcome to keep shooting me song ideas to add, the playlist is ever-expanding! I'll just come back to this post and edit any new additions in. (This playlist is 3x longer than my PitayaFire one. I need you all to understand how big of a deal that is for me personally. I never thought I'd be this down bad for a ship besides that one. It's fucking surreal)

Some of it is meant to sound one-sided, others like it's a mutual love/relationship. I'll let you guess which is which lol. Now rock out to Evil Spice Man x Pretty Cheese Lady with me 🤘🤘🤘

Mindless Self Indulgence - Shut Me Up🔺

Fall Out Boy - I Don't Care🔺(with the Wild Spice crew as the backup singers!!!)

Mariah Carey - Obsessed 🧀

Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You🔺🧀

Lady Gaga - Bad Romance🔺🧀

Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)🔺

Mindless Self Indulgence - What Do They Know?🔺

Britney Spears - Toxic 🧀

Fish in a Birdcage - Rule #34🔺(this is also a great PureShadow song ngl. It's how it was first introduced to me, even lol)

Shayfer James - Filthy Habit🔺

King Gnu - SPECIALZ🔺🧀 (look up the English version of the lyrics. Very BurningCheese-core imo)

Mindless Self Indulgence - This Hurts🔺

Jack Black - Peaches🔺(shout out to the anon in my inbox who suggested this. Joke's on them, I had this on the playlist right from the start lolololololol)

Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine?🔺

Lady Gaga - Poker Face 🧀

Olly Murs (feat. Flo Rida) - Troublemaker 🧀

Rihanna - Where Have You Been🔺(fun fact: I had this playing on a loop as I wrote "Our Little Dance" to get into the Yandere Spice mindset lol)

Lady Gaga - Judas 🧀

Miike Snow - Genghis Khan🔺

The Orion Experience - Obsessed With You🔺(this song is just really funny. You can probably apply it to all Beast x Ancient ships tbh)

Nine Inch Nails - Closer🔺

Mindless Self Indulgence - 5TR82HE11🔺

Air Traffic Controller - This Is Love🔺

Bad Omens - THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND🔺🧀

Isabel LaRosa - favorite 🧀

Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch🔺(listen I imagined Spice singing this to Golden and just started howling with laughter, it's fucking hysterical ok)

ENHYPEN - Bite Me🔺

Scissor Sisters - I Can't Decide🔺(GC would sing a few parts tho)

5 Seconds of Summer - Teeth🔺🧀 (mostly Spice though)

Buerak - Культ Тела 🔺(look up English lyrics, very Yandere Spice coded. Thank you to the anon who suggested it)

Tom Lehrer - The Masochism Tango🔺

Lady Gaga - Disease 🧀

G-Eazy (with Halsey) - Him & I🔺🧀

Britney Spears - ...Baby One More Time🔺(imagine Spice singing this while stuck in prison. Please. He's singing and the other Beasts want to off themselves because it's so annoying and he won't stop. Please it is so funny. I have so much fun imagining this freak acting stupid-)

[scoutswritingcorner]

i got two things; would u ever add more characters to the helluva boss list??

second thing was my request lol :3

can i get a blitzø x gn!sinner!reader headcanons where reader is so down on their luck that they are applying to randoms jobs and the only one that got back to them was I.M.P lol and the slow progression of their relationship to becoming lovers :D

Pure Luck Or Dumb Luck?

Blitzø x GN!Reader

TW: FLUFF- A mention of a little nsfw but nothing explicit

A/n: Blitz! Our favorite Boss! And to answer your question, yes I will! I’m just writing out for the gang first so I can get used to writing for the characters before I move onto other characters!

Let me set the scene:

You recently had been fired from your last job for punching a customer who had been harassing you lately. It was well deserved but it had landed you in the unemployment category of working. So you applied to every single work ad you could get your hands on. They all rejected you except for one that had been the infamous, I.M.P! Maybe not so infamous..but they do amazing jobs, you’ve heard and you got an interview to go to THE NEXT DAY?!?!?

-🐴 Well fast forward- you do land the interview but depending if you know how to kill or shoot a gun depends if you need training. By training I mean going out in the human world and killing to get you over your nerves. Blitz is strict but fair with this. If you want to be out on the field, you have to kill. If not he can let you be the receptionist with Loona or the janitor! They need one badly- dried blood is hard to get out of the wooden floors and carpets.

-🐴Now! If you do need training, he’s gonna send Millie and Moxxie with you, the sweetest people to help and can validate your feelings on taking a life. Moxxie understands the hesitation.

-🐴 Blitz isn’t stupid (he can be but shh), he knows a good killer when he sees one (and a hottie). Now he won’t hold your hand during missions especially if you can handle yourself but if you still got some jitters in you about killing? He’ll give you an easy target to kill.

-🐴After a few months into the job? He starts to become friendlier with you, like instead of sending you out to get coffee? He asks if you want coffee and then asks if you can go get it cause he’s out of money. He’ll pay you back! (I mean at least he’s asking instead of yelling at you to go get it)

-🐴I swear he does become nicer over time but it takes so long cause he has trust issues. 

-🐴 But once you do become his friend or best friend as he puts it, oh boy he’s clinging to you and not letting go. You get so many privileges that no one else does and it's a blessing but a curse. Cause you get to know what he’s thinking all the time and then he tells you all of his horses names.

-🐴You start catching feelings for him and realize it at midnight when your alone in your bed. Your feelings go from “oh fuck-” to “I’d bang him” IN SECONDS- The whiplash is real.

-🐴Blitzo? Falls harder and he only realizes it when you bring him to a horse show and he’s watching you instead of the horses. But what really solidifies it for him? Is when you're able to talk your way into allowing Blitzo to ride and take pictures with the horses. 

-🐴 He won’t shut up about you when your not in the office, like you’d leave to go pick up lunch for everyone and as soon as you walk out the door. “Have you noticed how hot they are?” “Sir-”

-🐴Millie ships it so fucking hard. But because he doesn’t want to admit it and you probably think he won’t reciprocate your feelings, it’s a whole dance for a LONG time. Moxxie is about to rip his fucking hair out- while initially he didn’t care for it much- he’s as much as invested as his wife is. JUST FUCKING KISS PLEASE- 

-🐴 Loona is in on it too but she has a betting pool going with Millie. She’s either gonna be fifty bucks richer or out of fifty bucks. 

-🐴Either way it will be a long ass time before you end up pulling him into a kiss one night. Maybe you both were at your place watching a movie or you were out on the town with him and he’s walking you back to your apartment. 

-🐴 It ends up with you waking up in the morning curled up in your bed with your head on his bare chest. You abruptly wake him up by shaking him awake and staring at him cause you just slept with your best friend who is also your boss??

-🐴 this ends up with a huge talk and you both realize your feelings are mutual and POOF you’re dating.

-🐴This silly little Imp loves kisses and going on fun but not expensive dates! That doesn’t mean he won’t spoil the shit out of you cause he will! But he likes it when you are both relaxed and having fun.

-🐴Now he tries to keep your relationship out of work (despite working together) but he swoons or cheers you on if you get a kill or you are just being protective. His tail curls into a little heart.

-🐴 Wear his clothes if you can- especially his leather jacket it makes him puff his chest out in pride. He will wear your clothes, especially your shirts when he goes to bed or if you have a break!

-🐴Oh boy! He’s a jealous little imp! Not because he doesn’t trust you, it's because he doesn't think highly of himself and will often try to push you away. Don’t let that scare you, just hug him close.

[chungledown-bimothy]

God damn it what are we calling the ship, gang?

Aguepin (pronounced egg-pan)? Egg Squared, for those of us who recall how Lapin kinda sounds like an egg sometimes? I'm so bad with ship names help me out here.

[harmoniouseclipse]

Woe fankids be upon ye

Doing a little series where I took some ship requests on my instagram to make them fankids, this one is for me tho (jeanlisa to kick it off whoo 🙌🏻) The lineup so far is Cytham, Kavetham, Lionfish (aka Freminet x Gaming aged up probably idk how old they are canonically), Cynonari, Jealuc, and Beiguang, and feel free to send me some other pairings you wanna see (as long as they are legal pls otherwise I will ignore it 👎)

I'm gonna ramble about some headcanons and lore for them under the cut, continue with caution bc I'm insane

These two are my brainrot rn, don't even joke lad. And I wanna tell yall their name meanings too bc I like them a lot 🥹 Zephra's means "west wind" derived from Greek, and it's the feminine version of Zephyr. Tyrian was a type of purple dye used by the Ancient Phoenicians, huge huge HUGE thanks to my pookie bear @miothefish for helping me out with his name!!! Also he has Lisa's butterfly earring and you can't see bc of the angle but Zephra has the rose that went in her hair holding her ponytail <3

I'm also making a massive family tree for the characters as a go along, and just the jeanlisa tree is taking up half of the canvas bc of the KoF and Sumeru characters since Cyno is their uncle and the rest of the gang are their honorary uncles 😭 I'll be posting that once the series is done/all the requests are finished/I run out of ships and otps I enjoy

Here's an alternative version with some more info on most of the characters I wanted to briefly mention in their relation to them; Tyrian likes calling Eula his aunt too even though she was never really considered one for them so it's kind of like her unofficial title she pretends to dislike but she loves it and dotes on Tyrian 🤭 She and Diluc also helped train Zephra with a claymore and Diluc kind of became a parental figure to her in her teen years after Lisa's passing 🥺 She also feels like she's outshined by Jean and that she's not smart or powerful enough to follow in Lisa's footsteps (something that Lisa wouldn't want anyways bc it led her to her death 😔) rip zephra she's just like me fr

And yeah some Kaeya angst bc he's still going thru it I fear, and Jean is single mombossing but she's worried for zephra which me too dawg, im afraid to say she might be cooked 😦 Zephra is also kind of like a weird mix of Lisa when she was her age and Jean, where overall she's well-mannered and kind but she can be competitive and feel the need to push herself too much and pull a few strings to get what she wants from time to time. Tyrian is a ray of sunshine tho, he has not yet witnessed the horrors 💔 I do think that Jean is also a lot easier on him than her mom was with her so that also helps. He's very shy tho and wants to stick with Zephra or Razor most of the time, and they both have some nasty tan lines from going out with Razor and Klee and Fischl a lot 😔 Cyno also freaking loves them and dotes on them and Tyrian is getting a TCG addiction because of it smh, Cyno is also one of Zephra's favorite people and when she's in Sumeru she stays with him and Alhaitham (bc in my universe they are married ough I love cytham)

And (I think?) Klee physically and mentally ages slower than humans so I think she'd be technically 9 or 10, and Zephra is left with babysitting duty most of the time if she's home on break or smth 😭 Klee really looks up to her tho

Also, I wrote Tyrian's last bullet point like he was super young when Lisa died, but I think he was around 7 so he actually remembers Lisa better than I intended it to sound, he was just younger than Zephra (who was 11 at the time) and just didn't have as much time with her as Zeph did, but his most fond memory of Lisa was reading with her and she probably taught them some potion-making skills too.

I think there will be some abyss angst in here too at some point, since I hc Lisa to be probably an Abyss Lector/Harold (I forget which is which) um so thinking that Zeph and Tyrian experiencing some not normal things happening and Jean doesn't know what to do since Lisa also didn't really know what that dog in her was until it was too late 😔 That's what Kaeya's for tho since he's like the heir of the abyss???? Go off king. Also some touchy ragbros angst bc Kaeya is scared for Zeph knowing how close she is with Luc and he doesn't want him to push her away because of her being from the abyss or smth (they mostly made up but it's still a fear in Kaeya's mind both for him and Jean's kids)

I think that's all I wanted to touch on for now?? Mainly just thinking about domestic fluff and angst all the time now 🥺 Zeph not being able to be open with Jean bc she feels like a disappointment but Jean would literally actually die for her and shes proud of her no matter what ough im going to lose my freak dawg guess who my favorite fankid is it's super hard ik

Send me asks or dms or whatever for more ship requests!!! I'm having so much fun with this dawg 🫶🏻

[milliesfishes]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡Star Girl⋆౨ৎ˚⟡

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖masterlist⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ [fem reader] contains: attempted kidnapping pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: billy meets a star girl author’s note: thank you my darling @phantomamor for talking ab this with me and helping me flesh out this world and the characters! MWAH I'm so excited for you all to read this <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

The city was buzzing, breathing life into what had formerly been a word on a map to Billy. Beings of every species imaginable were conversing, haggling over prices and gossiping amongst themselves. It was impossible to stand still without touching anyone.

Billy's pockets were newly lined with the reward of his latest bounty, not as much as he would have liked for his efforts, but something, nonetheless. When he was newer to this line of work, maybe it would have put a spring in his step. Maybe he'd have even whistled, allowing himself a look at the shiny blasters arranged at the nearby table, maybe even considering buying one.

But today his spirits were lowered, melancholy even. His boots trudged along the dusty footprints of those who'd walked before him, hands shoved in his pockets. He ignored the call of surrounding merchants, letting their voices blend into the hum.

It was the same thing over and over again. He'd find some treasure long prized by a pawn dealer, risk his neck to locate it, and accept a measly price in return. Later today he'd fork over a portion to Jesse, the price for using the gang's name to secure better offers. And then the cycle would repeat.

It was a baseless existence. Flying all over the galaxy, getting his hands on things others deemed precious. It was funny- it all looked so important on the pages of a book, but not once when he held it in person did it feel that way. As far as he was concerned, it was terribly unimportant, faint relics destined for a life on the shelf. He almost felt bad removing them from their natural states. Every gem, every weapon...it felt like robbing a grave.

Clumping down the road until he emerged from the mouth of the crowd, Billy stopped for a moment, leaning against the brick of a building close at hand. On a normal night he'd go to the bar, but right now it seemed unappealing. The last thing he needed was a drink. He supposed he could return to his ship and retire early for the night. Goodness knew he didn't get enough sleep as it was.

Standing up straight, Billy was about to make his way back in the direction of his ship when a peculiar sound caught his ear.

"Excuse me sir...I need to get past..."

"Pretty little thing. C'mon sweetheart..."

Immediately Billy turned sharply, searching for the source. He took a step forward, ducking his head around the corner into an alleyway. The sight before him nearly made his blood boil.

A man, clearly heavily intoxicated, grasping the arm of a young woman. Billy couldn't tell what species she was from first glace, but she looked remarkably human from here. In the soft glow of the sunset, he could see the shine of her hair. There was a glow that seemed to brighten her from the inside out, as if her heart was made of light. Her eyes were wide, fear pooling in the centers.

You stared up at your captor, struggling slightly. "Please. Just let me go."

"Ain't lettin' one of your kind slip past," the man spat. Billy winced- he could practically feel his hot, liquor tainted breath from here. "Damn star people."

It hit Billy like a shot to the stomach, his body stiffening as he realized it. Your glow. You weren't human at all.

Star people were rare to see, especially in a place as godless as this. Said to have been born from the heavens themselves, star people were a legend lilted from the lips of bounty hunters far and wide across the galaxy. The blood coursing through their veins wasn't crimson, but golden, and it ran for a price that was enough to set a man up for life. The species made themselves scarce due to this fact.

When Billy was learning the art of the hunt, he'd accompanied a man seasoned on the market, seeking a rare plant with silver berries going for a decent price. It had confused him when they hunted down a man with a golden luster and tied him down instead of scouring the nearby forest. He assumed they were going to question him about the location of the plant, let him go when he'd given up such trusted information.

But instead, his companion drew a knife, turning to Billy with a hungry look in his eyes. "Watch 'n learn Kid. Always seize the opportunity for a better bounty."

Much to Billy's horror, the knife came down on the golden man's skin, drawing forth a spurt of shining liquid. He was paralyzed watching him bleed out, his inside life force collected by someone so overtaken by greed that he failed to realize the awful thing he was doing.

The memory of the star person's face as he died had haunted Billy ever since he witnessed it. It was the reason he'd never collected a living bounty since. And it was the reason his feet were moving forward now, straight into the alleyway. His hands tore the man away from you, shoving him aside. His body hit the ground with a heavy thump, buying you some time. Billy extended a hand to you. "Come with me. Before he gets up."

You shrank back a bit, the sight of another man so close likely terrifying. Billy winced at the swiftness of his actions, but he emphasized his hand. "It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."

In the dim light, Billy could see the golden sheen filling your body with light, the freckles dotting your arms like a sun had kissed them. There were strands of gold woven into your hair, making you appear nearly unreal. And suddenly the notion of you being descended from the stars didn't seem so impossible.

Slowly, you set your fingers in the palm of his hand, your soft touch igniting something in him, a conflagration that reached from his toes to his hairline. When he looked into your eyes, he could have sworn they were glowing.

Carefully, he led you out of the alleyway, back into the streets, which were emptying with each strain of darkness that settled in. Your breathing was slowing down as you followed him, shoes barely making a sound on the cobblestone ground.

There was a loud clatter behind you that sounded suspiciously like a blaster falling from a holster, and Billy squeezed your hand without thinking. "Quick-run!"

Almost akin to a doe, you started sprinting with him, surroundings becoming a blur. Your skirt trailed behind you, the pale color of it making it look like you were being followed by mist. It and your top were of light iridescence, shimmering as you hurried along beside him. It was mesmerizing how gracefully you ran, and it made him feel a hundred pounds heavier as his boots clomped alongside your slippers.

There were string lights swooping over the gap in the streets, twinkling like your eyes. You both came to an abrupt stop once you turned a corner, panting for breath. Your hand was still engulfed in his, and he didn't complain when you kept hold.

Turning his face to you, Billy was expecting distress, tears even. But your expression was elated. Shoulders rising up and down, your eyes caught on his, the sight of your smile making him feel as though he was watching the sunrise. "Do you think he was even chasing us?" A breathy giggle trailed after your words like fairy dust.

Billy couldn't help his own chuckle bubbling from his lips. "Better safe than sorry."

Putting your free hand to your heart, you took in a deep breath, watching him warmly. "Thank you for rescuing me. He's been following me all night and I made a mistake in where I went to try and lose him."

"My pleasure." Billy tipped his hat. It was a product of his upbringing more than anything, but he imagined even the worst of scoundrels would find themselves gentlemen in your presence.

He was endeared when you lifted the sides of your skirt, sweeping a foot delicately behind your ankle and bowing your head. "Twas good of you anyways, sir."

"Billy." He was grinning.

"Billy." You said it so lightly, so curiously, and he wanted to exile his name from everyone else's mouth. In sweet tones, you told him your name too. Your identifying word could have been anything and he would have found it beautiful simply because it was attached to you.

Taking in a breath as fine as spun silk, you said, "I truly do appreciate what you did. Not everyone would have." The luscious curtain of your hair fell over your shoulder as you leaned in, and the ambrosial scent of you filled his nose. Every detail of you was coming to light, enhancing you when he thought he'd already viewed perfection. Billy was no purveyor of the arts, but you were a masterpiece.

You were close enough that he could see every freckle that dotted the smooth plane of your face, and their gold color. The beads of your top kissed your arms like droplets of water. Even as the night settled upon the world, your skin glimmered, every shining strand of hair winking at him like a call to reach out and touch. He was sure that you would melt under his roughened fingers if he did.

Remembering himself, he cleared his throat, nodding once. "Maybe not everyone knows what's right."

Something changed in your eyes, and he saw a flicker, a flame in your irises. Suddenly he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away, like both your hearts were magnets yearning to connect. Pushing your hair over a shoulder, your eyelashes fluttered as you peered up at him. He was unsure if it was your heavenly origins that were drawing him in, or if it was you. "Can I walk you back home?" The sentence slipped from his mouth before he could regulate it, his body's natural instinct to be near you for longer.

Even the littlest hint of your smile was dazzling. Your head bobbed up and down, and you squeezed his hand lightly. "I'd like that."

Oh how he would thank the heavens later.

The cosmos were brimming with eternal wonders that burned at their edges, gathering in the dark side of every moon and hiding in the shadow of the rings of silvery planets. Billy had been far and wide across the space of the galaxy, seen things man could never dream up. But never had he been so captivated by anything as you.

Your coppery aura enveloped him like an aphrodisiac, crashing over him and rebounding like the waters of some lost ocean. He was tethered to even the mere idea of you.

You chattered as he walked with you to your residence, and he felt like he was listening to a song. Your being seemed to not only decorate space, but time, and he'd lose a thousand hours in your presence if he could.

"I haven't lived here for long," you explained when he asked, eager to hear you talk about yourself. "I travel between planets, seek passage wherever I can find it. Travelling is my favorite thing." You smiled, seeming to lift off your feet at the thought. "What brings you around here?"

"For work," he said, tearing his eyes away from you to look ahead. Feathered creatures were flying low between string lights, the buzz from earlier dulled to a quiet hum. "I find things for folks who want 'em. 'n they pay me to do it. The last buyer was here."

"You're a treasure hunter?" you asked, delighted by the idea. He exhaled softly, smile growing. Treasure hunter sounded much better than bounty hunter.

He nodded, looking back at you. "Yeah. 'xactly. I find pretty things that folks wanna have."

"So you get to go all over the place," you mused, swaying slightly as you walked like a willow in the breeze. "It must be so wonderful."

"It's exciting, sure," he commented, scratching the back of his head. It was beguiling how much interest you were taking in him, in what he did. Nobody had ever done that before.

You chewed on your bottom lip, pace slowing as you seemed to think of something. Lifting your eyes to his, you let go of his hand and asked, "Does anyone ever want to have something like me?" The question was delivered quietly, with a sense of dismay Billy wanted to scrub from the air. You didn't deserve to ever have to feel such harrowing emotions.

He held your gaze, the reality of the situation seeming to gamble with his feelings. Would you want to talk to him after learning what he was, what people in his occupation did? "Yeah," he found himself saying. "But I ain't in that kinda business."

"You're not?" Conduct lightening again, you held a spark of hope in the vision of you.

"I don't go after anythin' livin'. It's cruel," he assured you, searching your eyes. "Others do. But not me."

There it was again, that divine smile that Billy wanted burnt into his eyes. You took his hand again, resuming walking, and he felt something warm him on the inside. "I'm glad. I'm glad that you don't."

"Me too," he agreed, enjoying the weight of your hand in his. It was almost like you didn't realize the significance of the gesture, like you were doing it simply because it felt nice. There was nothing but innocence attached.

It was blissful just walking with you, watching you point out different things around. You were enthralled by every facet of your surroundings, enchanted by the littlest things. It was adorable- the way you'd gasp and lift a gold-tinted fingernail, the object of your fascination ranging from bugs to buildings. It only made you more wholly beautiful, and he wished the walk was longer.

When the sky was completely black, you stopped in your tracks, another little gasp of the variety he'd grown to love passing your lips. "There they are!"

He followed your gaze up, to where the stars were blinking in patterns stretching far and wide, limbs that glittered in the same wondrous way you did. You lifted a hand in a wave that melted his heart, beaming up at the glinting little spheres. "They're my family. I wave at them every night to let them know I'm okay."

Your words were anointed with a reverence artfully arranged. Billy watched you for a moment. "Hope they're okay with me takin' you home."

"They're very grateful that you've kept me safe," you insisted, squeezing his hand gently. He was stabilized by you, held to the ground. If you left the planet, his gravity would be gone and he would float out into the sky with nary a worry except that he wouldn't pass you on his way through space.

The effect of you had to be alchemistic, a mercurial drug crafted specifically to wrench him in like prey to predator. But you were in front of him, soft and sweet with no possible hint of danger. And Billy felt as though he'd been knocked over the head, seeing an illusion borne of his own loneliness. Though anything of that manner would have faded by now. You remained in his line of sight, roseate and sparkling as only a descendant of the heavens could.

The two of you had reached the edge of the forest, the cobblestone street fading into rich brown earth. You were glowing ever so slightly, enough to distinguish you as extraordinary, and he felt as though he was in a dream, trailing behind you as a shadow.

Stopping there, you turned to him, a darling smile seeming to brighten your light. "Thank you again. For walking me home. And for helping me out."

"'s no problem, sweet." The term of endearment slipped out, and he cursed himself for the half a second before you smiled.

"It was nice," you started, and he found himself hanging onto every word, every breath you exhaled. "To talk to someone who wasn't wanting something else from me." Your doe eyes were boring a hole into him, and he would have disintegrated into dust.

"I liked talkin' to you too," he said, hearing the awe he'd felt all night with you creep into his words. "D'ya...d'ya think I'll see you 'round here again?"

"If it's written in the stars," you smiled, letting go of his hand. With one last look at him, you disappeared through the trees in the blink of an eye, soft glow visible through the mess of branches, then fading into the distance like a candle burning out.

For a moment, all Billy could do was stand there, grinning like a fool. He hadn't even known he was capable of feeling as strongly as he had when you were around. He'd held the hand of a fallen star. A daughter of celestial magnitude.

Chuckling in disbelief, he only turned around when your glow was swallowed by the forest, never dimming, just hidden like a light under a bushel. His steps were meandering, and he retraced his footsteps, drunk on the memory of you. Oh, wouldn't it be nice if he saw you again?

It wasn't every day a star girl smiled at him.

Next Part

[panphilosopher]

Fic Idea: Chaggie/Chaggily child AU except it's Vaggie's child when she was a human. (TW: sex violence)

The idea if Vaggie's human origin still happens.

During her time as a sex worker, Vaggie could accidently be impregnated. The idea she didn't realize she was pregnant until at least the beginning of her early second trimester.

Since abortion is illegal in El Salvador and cultural upbringing, Vaggie could be reluctant to have abortion until decided to carry it.

I cannot think of a name, but I'm calling Vaggie's child Mirabel (lol).

Being disowned by her own family fuck Vaggie up psychologically, and decided to raise her (likely have a girlfriend who helped her).

Vaggie absolutely loves her daughter; she dotted her, she was her moon and sun. Gave her endearing names.

Tragically struck; when Mirabel is between 3-5, Vaggie was killed (either to sex violence, struck by vehicle, gang related death, etc).

Vaggie ascended to Heaven (likely having a traumatic life and still caring for her daughter), but Vaggie was devastated because that meant she separated from Mirabel.

Worse, and this part of my headcanon, time is irrelevant in the afterlife. I get the idea from The Good Place; look up Jeremy Bearimy. That's meant Vaggie will not see Mirabel for hundreds of years.

Every year in the afterlife time, Vaggie will have a somber celebration for Mirabel. I would like to say around September to October. Is Vaggie way for her to grieved for not raising her daughter.

Vaggie was also recruited into the Exorcists early, ascended into an angel.

The fic would follow the canon route: Vaggie did the extermination, spears a sinner, and Lute cut her eye and ripped her wings, Charlie would find her, and both fell in love, opened thr Hotel, battle the Exorcists and won. Also, down the line, Emily would fall too and enter a poly-relation with Vaggie and Charlie because I ship Unholy Trinity.

Like three months after the battle, Vaggie and Charlie hold a somber birthday for Mirabel (Vaggie told Charlie when they started dating).

All the hotel residents wondered who birthday is it, and Vaggie tells them its for her daughter.

Cue everybody is going "WHAT" "YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER" and Emily screamed, "Why didn't you tell me?!".

Even Charlie gasped before saying, "Why am I gasping? I already knew that."

I see Vaggie as a very closed person, won't tell people her past unless she trust them, and seeing she openly celebrating her daughter's birthday means she does now. Also, she likely didn't realized she hasn't tell Emily yet.

Now, here comes the angst: a few days after Vaggie's fell (or forced fall), Mirabel ascended to Heaven.

I don't think Vaggie and her former partner will have a healthy relationship. Not fault for either of them: poverty, homophobic society, and that Vaggie being a sex worker. Vaggie decided to keep Mirabel just add another fight between them.

After Vaggie died, her former partner gave Mirabel up to an orphanage. I do see her feeling guilty and likely giving donations to the orphanage, but that's it.

I will see Mirabel being a selfless girl: the big sister of the orphanage, gave her dinner portion to the children who's nearly starving, is known around the town for helping people, things like that.

She vaguely remembered Vaggie, only remembered that her mother loved her, the pet name, and I believed a nursery song that Vaggie sang to her.

Mirabel likely died around 15-17, and I say either to traffic accident or a bullet stray from a gang shoot-out.

After arriving in Heaven, Mirabel will look everywhere and try to find Vaggie. However, she doesn't know her name and not realize she isn't in Heaven.

A month after the failed extermination, Lute discovered Mirabel, and being the sadistic bastard she is, recruited Mirabel into being an Exorcist, making her an angel too.

She gives half lies about Vaggie: being an Exorcist but was killed during the failed extermination by Charlie's paramor. Since Vaggie never actually introduced herself during the Redemption Hearing, and that Mirabel vaguely remembered how Vaggie looked like (especially her afterlife/her fallen angel form if take fanon route).

Cue Mirabel trained and searched for her mom's killer, not realizing her mom is alive and said killer is her mom.

[bcolfanfic]

꒰ 2 ꒱ “what they said back there. is it true?”

꒰ S ꒱ exhaustion

꒰ 𓃟 ꒱ the lush, indulgent foyer of a member’s only club

blue ticket fic hehe

chicago, illinois. january 1946.

***3 weeks before the events of the blue ticket fic

got a doll baby, i love her so / nothing like her anywhere you go - atom bomb baby, the five stars

The club was a mix of heat, smoke, and noise that combined with the badgering scent of whisky and sweat made Johnny squeeze his eyes shut and back open where he sat, fighting to stay present. Too many nights of broken sleep had taken their toll- the tapering off of the nightmares he thought sleeping next to someone would bring proving to be nothing more than wishful thinking. Benny at least was good about it, understood better than anyone else would. 

He helped how he could, powerless as he was to exorcise those demons completely.

Johnny sank deeper into the worn leather of the booth, bobbing his head lightly to the music, fingers messing with the rim of his glass. 

Plenty liquor and a gang of beer A cozy corner and a word of cheer No one will bother us while we're here

Benny’s friends were loud and sharp-edged in that way they always got by the time the first hour slipped by. He wasn’t sure how he actually felt about them in one direction or another, wouldn’t elect to hang out with them- or come here- alone.

But he’d followed Benny out of the sky into a stalag. A little too much noise and friends that talked too loud was a low stakes trade off all things considered.

Benny played with his fingers under the table and Johnny kneaded the toe of his shoe into his ankle, head dropping back against the booth's backrest. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the way one of his friends was looking at him, glint in his eyes as he said something to the person next to him that he didn’t quite catch. 

"You still like tying them up Benny?" The friend that had been on the other end of the whispering drawled, laughing under his breath as he glanced in Johnny’s direction. "I know you’ve got this one broken in already- can see it all over his face."

Johnny’s head snapped up so fast it made a wave of dizziness course through him. His cheeks burned- and his eyes did too. 

He wanted to go home, he thought, sucking in one side of his cheek, toes curling in his boots. 

"He got you callin’ him sir yet?" another voice, this time across from them, added with amusement.  The person it belonged to moved his cig between his fingers to lean over the table and push at his shoulder with his knuckles. "Tell you a secret, the last one he brought ‘round before he shipped off called him that more than he called him his name. Had rope burns every time we saw him."

Another voice followed. "Yeah, tell us, Ben," came the next. "You break him in slow, or is he still flinchy?"

Laughter followed, and Johnny’s throat tightened, something burning in his spine. He didn’t need to turn enough to look at Benny's face to know he wasn’t liking this either, could feel in the way he shifted his hand over his knee. 

"You ask me, I think Johnny’s got you on a leash," another one chimed in. "Never thought I’d see you get so soft."

His mouth opened- the thought of saying something to defend himself getting him that for- but he couldn’t make the words come. 

Not before Benny’s voice cut through the haze, low and rougher than he’d heard it all night. 

"Drop it."

Johnny’s fingers tightened around his glass, a mixture of relief and something else he couldn’t place settling in his shoulders. He worried at his bottom lip with his teeth, glancing down at Benny’s gloved hand that had tightened his grip on his knee.

"Jesus, laugh a little," one of his friends crooned right back at him, too loud- and mocking enough that it made his skin prickle.  

"What’s funny?" Benny’s voice was sharper now and he raised his hand off of Johnny's knee, fingers splayed as he leaned across the rap them against the chest of the person who had made the last quip. "Think it’ll help if you explain what we’re supposed to be laughing at, hm?"

The air stilled, and Johnny felt Benny’s fingers settle back on his shoulder, caressingly aimlessly at the denim of his overshirt. He wanted to tell Benny that he could let it go but his tongue still wouldn’t cooperate well enough with his head to say anything. 

One the others shifted where he sat, voice losing its edge when he spoke. 

"I dunno,"

"That’s what I thought."

Johnny curled his fingers weakly around Benny’s wrist where it rested on him- pad of his fingers reaching to find the leather covering the back of his hand.

His voice was softer when he spoke up again, but Johnny could still see the glint of frustration in his eyes. 

"Think we’re gonna call it a night, boys." He said, scooting over just enough to nudge Johnny with his hip. 

Johnny nodded at nothing and went to move, legs feeling heavy as he waited for the person sitting the opposite side of him to stand so he could get out. When he did, he didn’t get up right away, yawning and pressing his face into the back of his hand.

"You okay?" Benny said quietly. 

Johnny nodded again and reached for the edge of the table to steady himself as he stood, feeling Benny’s hand settling on his back as he joined him.

When they reached the door he held it open for him and the cold breeze hit his cheeks like a smack. He squinted into the streetlights, almost forgetting to follow Benny until he heard him clear his throat a few paces ahead. 

He deliberately kept a few steps between them, hands shoved into his pockets as he walked, the eyes of every person they passed feeling a bit like they were watching them.

But this late, the sound of his footsteps was the only real noise between them

---

Benny shut the door to his unit softly behind him when they were both inside, toing his shoes off by the door and shedding his jacket to loop over the hook. He took Johnny’s coat when it was off too, hanging it next to his own before he walked all the way inside, but Johnny stayed by the door, shifting his weight between his feet.

He traced Benny’s movements through tired hooded eyes and his chest felt tight, words pressing against his throat like a fishing weight before spilling out. 

"Was what your friends were saying true?"

Benny stopped just short of sitting down on the couch, eyebrows quirking up just enough to be noticeable. Johnny could see him pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a response not coming for another few seconds. 

"Which part?"

Johnny swallowed and wasn’t sure what was worse- that he was asking or why he wanted to know.

 "About the boy from before the war."

Benny’s expression softened but hesitation still lingered in the lines of his face. Benny’s fingers drummed a slow rhythm against his thigh. His nervous tick since he’d known him.

"Would it bother you if it was?" Benny asked, opening and closing his mouth twice before he kept on.  "I didn’t do anything he didn’t ask me to, if that’s-"

Johnny bit his lip, staring down at his hands.

"No- no Benny I know."

He could sense Benny walking to him and breathed in through his nose, rubbing his face with his hand- leaving his chin resting in his palm.. “Dunno where I was going with that actually,” he said quietly, and Benny reached forward to gently move his hand, brushing his cheek with this thumb.

"‘s okay, you’re about to fall asleep standing up, doll."

Johnny smiled lopsided at the pet name before a yawn cut through it, Benny moving his hand off of his face to the back of his shoulder, nudging him in the direction of the bedroom.  

He shed his clothes by the bed without much forethought and couldn’t get himself into the envelope of the mattress and blankets fast enough. He sat up just enough to have a good line of sightt as Benny undid his belt and discarded his own pants before he pulled his shirt over his head and sent it to the same pile. 

His gloves he didn't bother to remove, Benny lips tugging into an amused smile when he looked up and saw where Johnny’s eyes had drifted. 

Reaching out for him the moment he laid down, Benny pushed his hair back, tracing the line of his jaw before brushing over his bottom lip with his thumb. Johnny’s lips parted instinctively, the emptiness of his open mouth making his teeth feel strange in a way he didn’t know how to explain even when he wasn’t so tired. 

Benny’s gloved fingers slid in slowly and he out a quiet hum as his lips closed around them.

Johnny's hips moved in a sluggish grind, and a groan slipped from his throat at the friction. Sucking harder, he reached up to curl his fingers around Benny’s wrist, tightening his grip when one particular shift of his hips made him jolt.

Benny moved his free hand, squeezing Johnny’s ass before sliding it between where Johnny was grinding against his thigh. 

He palmed him through the fabric, for one- two- three four five seconds before he pulled his fingers out his mouth with a wet pop, taking his other hand away too. Mouth still slightly open, lips tingling, Johnny exhaled shakily, still half hard in his skivvies. 

A kiss landed on his cheek, soft, and Benny nudged at his neck with quiet insistence until he turned over. 

He could hear Benny taking off his gloves to set them on the nightstand. And when he’d taken care of that he grazed his bare fingers down his bicep, only lingering for a moment before he wrapped one arm around his waist, tugging him back more snugly against his chest.

Johnny’s hips twitched faintly against nothing, but he was tired to the bones of himself and sleep pulled him under without much of a protest. 

[universallydestinytaco]

The Little Smiling Mermaid (Chapter 10)

Dig in, Charpim shippers, it’s about to get hella gay. 💖🌟

For a critter that wasn’t very vocal, Pim was very outgoing and friendly if not eccentric, nevertheless he made a good first impression with Charlie and his crew as they all sailed back home to the palace grounds where he joined in with the singing, dancing sailors. He couldn’t help but see Charlie and Mipnessa twirling around as a happily-arranged couple and feel forlorn, coupled with the loss of his voice and being unable to say what he wanted to say; Luckily Mr. Boss was there to comfort the stowaway, only if because he assumed Pim was upset for different reasons. “I bet you must have felt lonely being stranded on that shipwreck for only God knows how long.” said Mr. Boss, patting Pim on his back as the latter immediately remembered his friends from the sea he left behind to escape his intrusive family, making the former mer-critter’s eyes tear up from the impounding survivor’s guilt as well as everything else he felt. Pim immediatelly looked up at the old man with a crushed face full of heartbroken tears welling from his eyes. Mr. Boss was immediately touched, taking his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping Pim’s tears, reassuring: “Don’t fret, I can see that you’ve already been making new friends on this ship, you’re gonna fit right in this family!” Pim gestured a “thank you” by immediately hugging Mr. Boss as tightly as possible, prompting the old man to let out a bashful chuckle and a pat on the head. “Her highness will definitely take a liking to you, you spunky lil’ rascal!”

…

Pim felt bizarrely liberated about having his own smaller body of foamy, floral-scented water all to himself. He also took immense stimulation with the decorative rubber ducky that could freely float by itself and squeak when squished. Pim enjoyed his first bath on land as Smormu happily shampooed his curly, hot pink locks while chit-chattering away about one of the crazy adventures Charlie and his buddies embarked on while at sea, a specific tale of when they vowed to steal back some of Queen Dolores’ most prized jewelry from the infamous pirate captain, Simon S. Salty, sparking a high-seas gang war that culminated into the near-death experience that was Charlie’s birthday bash. Pim was captivated by this turbulent tale and the more he listened, the moreso enchanted he was by Charlie as a person. Who knew the lovable dork was also a such a badass? After getting cleaned up and dressed, Smormu lead Pim to the dining hall to properly meet Queen Dolores. “A pity I don’t know your name yet, I’d totally make one of my bombastic introduction speeches! But hey, take your time and make yourself comfortable bestie!” chirped Smormu, who opened the door for Pim to reveal a stunning dining hall decorated with polished wooden furniture, flowers and gilded accents. Pim felt as if he was literally stepping into one of those fairytales he read about in the books he stashed in his grotto. The bashful critter curtseyed to the dining party consisting of Charlie, Mipnessa, Mr. Boss, Eustace and a delightfully surprised Queen Dolores. “Is this the stowaway you told me about, my dear grandson?” “Sure is! She’s not exactly the chatterbox type but she can dance! Lemme tell ya when we where sailing home she fit right in with my motley crew, we all thought she was life of the party!” Mipnessa suddenly started verbally reminiscing of her experience on the ship: “I sure loved that dance we shared when Thomas played on your ocarina! That was so romantic!” Charlie replied: “Yeah, that was fun, you’re a good dancer too Mip, who could forget when we where spinning each other around? It was all Shakespearean!” “Oh Charliekins, you’re my brave sea-faring buccaneer!” Pim couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Mipnessa’s fawning before walking up to Mr. Boss pulling out his seat. Eustace raised an eyebrow, asking Mr. Boss, “You found this girl out at sea, presuming she’s lone survivor of a shipwreck?” “Well, we couldn’t let her stay there and starve to death.” “You can’t just go around letting my nephew pick up random strangers he finds at sea, let alone random commoner women. She could be seducing Charlie away from Mipnessa for all we know.” Mr. Boss shook his head at the Duke in disapproval of his words, “It was my idea to save her, quit assuming Charlie’s nothing but impulses! Charlie might be a wild horse but he’s grown up into a brave and noble boy. He helped rescue that girl with me, he has his heart in the right place.” Eustace attested, “…and then that girl’s gonna somehow bear his- OH goodness gracious are you seriously using a fork like that?!” Mr. Boss took notice of Eustace’s sudden outburst as all eyes drew to Pim combing his hair with what his cousin Graham called “a dinglehopper”. Mipnessa stuck her nose up and looked away, “Hmph, that girl must be seriously confused.” Pim noticed the bewildered expressions on everyone, and froze in embarrassment. “What, I’m the only one around here who uses a fork as a comb when in a pinch?” Charlie blurted out, prompting Mr. Boss, Smormu and Queen Dolores to all burst into laughter. Mipnessa joined in with a small giggle and Pim smiled, reassured that he was far from the only weirdo in the room and there was no hard feelings.

~ Meanwhile, Alan just so happened to let his ever-so persistent anxiety nag him into sneaking into the Dompler’s castle to keep an eye on Pim. While he entered the wrong room via window sill much to his disappointment, he couldn’t deny that the kitchen smelled heavenly. Alan figured he’d scurry in as quickly as possible then sneak away to find Pim. He dramatically leaped onto the counter where he meant to look for another lower platform to hop onto, but found himself distracted by an alluring aroma coming from the yellowish-cubed stuff on that plate. Cheese was something of a rarity in the sea, whenever sea critters took a crack at making it it was more like cottage cheese or cream cheese. Depending on how it was made it would either be a lightly sweet and fresh taste from the creamy seal milk or it was a lumpy, plain-tasting, curdled milk disaster that one would only gift to another as some sort of cruel joke. Alan couldn’t help himself and tried at least one of the cheese cubes, taking one peck, Alan was blown away by the buttery nutty umami strongly contrasting to the light and refreshing dishes in the sea that would consist of rice, ocean greens and the occasional rich meatiness of the occasional roast sea beast. Alan just has to try some more and he was immediately hooked! While Alan snacked away at the land-dweller delicacy, he lost all awareness of his surroundings and lost himself in the savory bliss…all it took for the sea critter to fall from heaven and back down to earth was for his (sort-of) ears to pick up upon the surprise of hearing an agitated and raspy voice accusing him of pretending to “play possum” just so he’d steal all the cheese from the kitchen. When Alan looked up at where the voice accusing him of “putting smoke into (his) head”, his irises widened in alarm as he was greeted in a not-so friendly fashion by Chef Spitz, who swore he had been schmeckledorfed by the very lobster he was going to prepare for tonight’s dinner and by golly he wasn’t going to let him get away! Alan found himself scuttling away in a frenzy, cheese nestled safely in his claw, as Chef Spitz chased him around with his sword with the loud and repetitive ramblings of: “YOU’RE IN MY HEAD! GET OUTTA MY HEAD MAN!”

It wasn’t before long when the dining party caught wind of the chaos in the cook-shanty, drumming-up concerned speculation. “Oh dear, wonder if Chef Spitz found another mouse in the cabinets again.” said Queen Dolores. “Worse, what if he found another worm in the peanuts?” Eustace almost spat out his drink in disgust upon fearing what abomination they could have possibly found in the wine. Charlie’s all-too-familiar suspicion was raised, suggesting: “I’m gonna go and check, for all we know, he’s getting ambushed by one of Salty’s toadies again!” as he steeled himself and marched toward the hallway with his grandmother, uncle and fatherly-figure followed suit with Smormu tagging along at the tail end, giddy at the potential brawl brewing in the kitchen. All was left sitting down at the deserted table was the exotic-yet-silent stowaway with the flowing hot pink hair and the plain-yet-elegant princess and bride-to-be. Pim was mainly focused on his empty plate and cutlery while marveling at the reflective surface, not even expecting Mipnessa to break his attention by snickering. “I’d like to tell you a secret, between us ladies….” Pim’s curiosity brought his attention over to the red and gold-donning princess whose auburn hair was neatly stashed in a bun. “I’m well-aware of the fact that my pot-bellied oaf of a fiancé couldn’t possibly run a kingdom by himself without going the way of Louis XV, so I was arranged to be his bride so I can give this kingdom a leader they can depend on!” gossiped Mipnessa while giggling like a school girl while nudging a stunned Pim, expecting “her” to at least respond. The conversation was quickly tossed out the window once the ruckus from the kitchen transferred to the hallways and into the dining hall. Pim and Mipnessa witnessed Chef Spitz savagely chasing down a familiar lobster carrying a piece of cheese and aiming to shish-kabob him as the royals and servants tried to hold the frantic chef back from his fit of rage. Pim got up and immediately tried to intervene before the lobster flung himself from the window with a vague wail of agony: “I just wanted my cheeeese!”; Spitz was about to follow suit until Mr. Boss and Smormu grabbed him by the arms with the former chastising the chef for flying off the handle and nearly flying out the window. “Just let that creature go freely and cook a lobster that’s already dead! We have plenty to go around, no use losing your cool.” Spitz took a deep breath and placed the sword back in its sheath. Charlie couldn’t help but blurt out: “Ey Spitz, you’re kinda cute when you get angry!” Spitz rolled his eyes and made an exasperated sigh, almost as if he whispered for Charlie to keep his snarky comments to himself.t

~

After dinner was over and the dusk settled in the sky with stars, Pim felt like the most comfortable critter in the world, wearing a fleece nightgown on a bed that felt as relaxing as bed of moss, albeit the comfort was perturbed by some of that evening’s events. Just then he vaguely heard a sweet and soothing sound from outside. Pim hopped out of bed and looked out the balcony to find Charlie playing his ocarina while bathed in moonlight. Pim’s heart fluttered with joy and his cheeks turned even rosier upon this majestic sight, longing to join Charlie by his side had he known a way to climb down. After Charlie’s solo was over, he heard Pim from above giving him a stellar applause, prompting Charlie’s cheeks to burn a peachy-orange. To Pim’s surprise, he saw Charlie walk towards the vines growing on that edge of the palace to climb up and properly greet the beautiful stowaway. “Thank you, thank you very much.” replied Charlie, following up on: “I need to get this off my chest, but I don’t know who to tell….dunno if you feel like hearing me vent though.” Pim nudged Charlie and gave him the thumbs-up to indicate an agreement. After some nervous stuttering, Charlie finally spat it out: “Oh my God, Mipnessa is so annoying! I kinda thought she was cute until she started getting all super-clingy and weird yet she’s always making nasty, backhanded comments about me! Aaaaugh! I wish I could call off the stupid engagement but I don’t want to disappoint anyone more than I already have…” Charlie slunk down into a corner onto the floor, burying his head into his arms, “I wish I could marry someone else.” Pim’s eyes sparkled with perking tears as he longed to somehow communicate all of his bottled-up feelings to his one true love, so all the little pink critter could do was give the heroic prince a totally platonic and heartfelt gesture: Pim held his arms wide, asking in a non-verbal sense if Charlie would like a hug. He obliged. “I wonder what you’d want to get off your chest? I I’d be only fair if you could vent to me too.” That’s when Charlie got an idea, he’d rummage through his pockets, digging up a compact journal with pen to offer to his hushed friend. “I remember a time when I had a hard time spelling out how I felt, so Grandma gave me a journal like this to communicate better. Don’t mind the silly cartoons I drew in the first few pages, the rest is blank.” Pim opened the mini journal flipped through the pages, his eye catching a few of Charlie’s doodles: One particularly crude one was of his uncle Eustace’s face on a donkey’s rear-end and another had Charlie and his friends fighting a kraken, with a follow-up to indicating that they all lost in an embarrassing fashion with their heads being seasoned by the kraken and served on a silver platter (with candlelight and wine no less!) Pim couldn’t audibly laugh but boy did he have the biggest grin on his face! Flipping through one more page and Pim found the most alarming sketch in the book: a comic of Charlie running away from his own wedding jumping into the ocean to elope with an androgynous long-haired mercritter with a nice build and sparkly eyes; Pim’s brain registered that Charlie might have vaguely remembered that fateful encounter, a swirl of excitement and encouragement filled Pim’s heart and mind, giving himself ideas on how to explain to Charlie that he was indeed the beautiful stranger who saved him while also reminding himself his own desire to come out as his authentic self first. Either-way, he had plenty of time to think it over. Before Charlie left, Pim quickly sketched out a little something to show him. “Well, I’ll see you at breakfast, good-“ Pim tugged on Charlie’s sleeve to show him the illustrated message: a picture of a chibified Charlie sitting in a crescent moon and surrounded by stars with the words “Thank You!” scribbled out hastily. Charlie smiled warmly at the gesture, nodding his head and replying: “Anytime.”

Chapter 11 drops in two weeks and it’s a helluva doozy!

[sassypleia]

Just like the movies! Clowns, Monkeys and Pirates, Oh My!

Pull up some popcorn and just enjoy the show! Or is it a circus? Or maybe a movie about a circus? Evil Clowns, Flying Monkeys, Zombie Pirates… pirates? So it takes place at sea?? This movie is getting complicated.

Well the gangs all here and they seem to be all riled up so just be careful friends, trust in those you know and respectfully ship to your little hearts content.Though, you may need alcohol (legal age please) for this show!

8 months. 8 LOOOONG months, I have been on this Ship (at least it was not a 3 hour tour). However there are many of you who have been in the ship for YEARS (👏👏👏). I commend you all! I am still new to this Fandom (joined in May). I have never shipped actual actors before, sure characters they played…. But I feel so much more invested in two human beings today then ever before. It’s like they showed me that they belong together or something!

I know as a fact, that WE, as a whole fandom saw something and it intrigued us. Slowly as time came and went and the June incident happened, the fandom started to split. Now, I will admit at the time I was only a month into it and spiraled like most people. Spiraling about a topic we are only getting small glimpses into, well it’s tough. Doubt trickles in and sometimes just nudges you here and there and can settle in the back of your mind.

“Doubt: (a feeling of) not being certain about something, especially about how good or true it is” (https://dictionary.cambridge.org/us/dictionary/english/doubt).

It’s healthy to have a little doubt, you just have to trust your interpretation of what is given to you. And know that, patience is a virtue, and time will tell. An example of doubt for me was today’s interview drop, a beautiful interview with the beautiful Nicola… but choice words triggered me. I will say I’m all good now as I remembered a few tid bits of what we were told by Nic and Luke all throughout the WT.

Also, why would someone who is trying to be professional about their job and the awards she worked damn hard for, drop a bomb like that into an interview and take away the fact she is an awesome actor?! (Slight rant - my apologies) She wouldn’t.

Now some of you might be thinking, well she changed the language. Yes, yes she did. And personally, I think for a good reason. I have seen multiple blogs and have had conversations about this and it has helped me cope…. I would recommend you go read one of those or talk to someone as I’m not getting into it here. And if you don’t like that well, Go touch grass.

Now back to all the side characters, the Evil Clowns, Flying Monkeys and Zombie Pirates. Make your own decisions on them, they may seem interesting at first, but you will see their true colors and it’s not anywhere as beautiful as the song by Cyndi Lauper.

Most of the time these side characters are trouble with a capital T because they are the ones trying to control the narratives of people they don’t even know.

Yes, these are the people that pulled away from Lukola and created their own Ships, (I don’t know all the names nor do I care to find out what they are). These side characters know as much as we do, they just interpreted what they were giver DIFFERENTLY, not necessarily wrong, just different. It’s their opinions against our opinions…

And, I don’t know Nic or Luke, I wish them well and Hope that they are together and happy. If I’m wrong well, I will cope. I made actual true friends in this Fandom, it was worth it and at the end of the day…. I still respectfully believe that Nic and Luke are endgame.

Xx 🩵

[supernatural-hunter1]

"Hunter on the crew" Part 2.

Summary: After Luffy let's you join his crew you find little ways to get to know your new crewmates, but you can't help but wonder if you could gain more than just their trust?

Strawhats with a female reader, fluffy story 😍

I woke up earlier than the crew did sneaking into the kitchen to make breakfast, then i played 'Man I feel like a woman' by 'Shania twain' to start my morning, 🎶 i'm going out tonight. I'm feeling all right, I'm gonna let all hang out🎶 i started singing along as i was making French toast.

Just then, the door to the kitchen opens, i turn my head to see Sanji walks in. He looks over to see me behind the counter, and I give him a light smile. "Good morning, Sanji. wanna come dance with me, or at least join me to finish making breakfast?" I said, he seemed a bit surprised that first, but then chuckles "And here I thought that I was the only cook on this ship." He said before a yawn started to gang up on him as he stretched his arms.

Then he walked over and noticed the coffee pot was full, "Oh, i also made the coffee too, can't start the morning without it." i added while flipping one of the pieces of bread in the pan. He grabs a cup from one of the cabinets and pours the coffee in it. "So y/n since when did you learn how to cook?" He asked? before taking a sip of his coffee. "My old friend Fernando taught me how when I was 12, he was also a cook for the 'Red Wolf' pirates." I said while placing the French toast on a plate, before moving on to cook the bacon next.

"Wait a second, you were raised by pirates?" He said a bit surprised? While helping preparing breakfast, i nodded and a small smile appears on his face as he mentioned that he was also a pirate, after a while the other members of the crew came into the kitchen to get breakfast. As everyone was eating, i also explained to them about being raised by a group of pirates called the 'Red Wolf pirates'.

"The captain of the ship was named 'Big red' but we always joked about calling him. 'Papa bear' because he always treated us like we were his own children, even though he has 4 biological daughters." I giggled, before taking a sip of my coffee. "But why would he name his crew? 'The Red Wolf pirates'?" Franky asked? before taking a bite of his food.

"Have you ever seen a werewolf with red fur?" I smirked, that's when luffy's eyes in surprise before they start to sparkle, "YOUR OLD CAPTAIN WAS A WEREWOLVE! THAT IS SO AWESOME!?" He said with excitement, "he's not the only half of our crew each had their own 'supernatural-like' powers or curses?" I shrugged,

Robin then asked me about any members of my old crew, had any 'devil fruit' powers? I shook my head and asked her what a 'devil fruit' was? i told her that I only heard the name but no one ever explained to me what they actually were? So she explained to me about the fruits and a little bit about its history in the powers that each fruit possesses.

Sometime after breakfast. I laid out a blanket on the grassy deck and started pulling out every weapon from my bag then line them all up. To clean each one, both Franky and Usopp look at them in awe. But Franky was a little bit confused when he saw me filling all of the shotgun shell casings with rock salt? "Why do you need to fill you're shells with rock salt Instead of regular gunpowder wouldn't that be more effective?" he asked?

As he picked up empty shells and looked at the bottom with my initials written on it, "because, spirits are repelled by rock salt, salt being a spirit deterrent it won't kill'em but it'll slow'em down, which will give you enough time to make your escape? That, and if you shoot somebody with rock salt it will hurt like hell for a while. Trust me. I got hit a few times myself, and indeed, it does hurt a lot." I replied while reloading the shotgun.

"Wow, where were you? We could've used your skills while we were stuck at thriller bark?" Usopp said, as he was examining a blade the handle was wrapped in a black leather, but the blade itself look like it was made out of a jawbone of a donkey? "What is thriller bark? And be careful with that blade it is very dangerous. And can kill any known beings plus a weapon that all angels and demons fear." I asked. As Usopp immediately handed the blade over to me the minute I mention the word 'dangerous' and he and Franky told me stories about their adventure at an island called 'thriller bark'.

They tell me their story in between while i also explain to them, what each of my weapons were, and how I use them? from The Colt, to the angel blade, and the blade I mentioned earlier, was called The First Blade and I also explained parts of the history behind each weapon. After some time has passed? Sanji called out to let everyone know that lunch was ready.

I put all of my weapons back in my bag, and then went up to put the bag in the girls' room before heading to the kitchen for lunch, of course Franky and Usopp we're overflowing me with more questions about my weapons. Sanji tells them about saving the conversation for later. As he handed us our plates full of food, but that didn't stop the cook from getting a bit flustered as I thanked him with a kind smile.

As the day went on, i went into the infirmary to talk to Chopper about some medical staff. Of course, he is the ship's doctor. He appreciated me coming to him and letting him know about my medical history. Then later on, i went into the kitchen and spotted sanji behind the counter, prepping things up for dinner. "Hey Sanji, is it all right if annoy you for a bit?" i giggled.

He chuckled while shaking his head, "Not at all what do you need y/n?" He asked? " Would it be all right if I help you out?, Prep for dinner?" I asked a little nervously. "Sure." He nodded, as I was helping him i told him about certain foods that I liked and didn't like which he also appreciated me letting him know all that, while also asking me more about some recipes that an old friend of mine taught me.

Sometime later, after everything was ready, and a while after dinner, I decided to stay with Sanji to help him clean up the kitchen Afterwards. I continued the conversation about recipes that I know of, and just enjoying the company but sometime later, during the night and about ready to head off to bed, I couldn't help the strange dark feeling inside me? Something that I haven't felt in years?

of course, I shrug off the feeling and immediately went to bed and just hoping that whatever dark feeling is going on would go away soon or so I hoped?

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okay hey gang 😛

so this is my headcanons for what the South Park characters specialise in terms of dancing

this may be a bit messy because the only dancing I know is just dance from when I was like 9 🙏

also thanks to @voltadream for feeding into my delusional headcanons and for providing me with samba dancer Craig!!

Here we go!

Kyle:

Headcanoning Kyle is always a wee bit difficult BUT I persevered and came up with the idea that he would be in ballroom. Not like your elegant super slow dancing but more foxtrot, upbeat and complex footwork. He would aim for perfectionism and every relationship he gets into with his co-dancer always ends with a breakup which leads him to keep on having to change partners. He eventually realises his feelings for Stan and he gets a permanent partner: Bebe. Bebe herself would be in a secret situation ship with Wendy lmao

Stan:

I personally cannot see him as a dancer😭 he gives off really strong personal trainer vibes who’d help the others train their mobility and flexibility. He would help craft an appropriate nutrition plan and would be against extreme dieting because it does more harm than good.

It’s either a personal trainer or a physical therapist for Stan. He would just be in charge of making sure everyone’s taking care of their bodies and helping them adapt physically to their performances.

Kenny:

Kenny is UNDOUBTEDLY a hip hop dancing. Breakdancing is his favourite (because of course it is) and he would literally FLY around the dance floor. He’d be into the political graffiti movement. Honestly a chill guy. He would stress poor Stan out SO much by attempting a move that Stan himself said he should train more for instead of attempting lmaoo.

Cartman:

I’m always tempted to put Cartman in the “tyrant manager who everyone hates but he’s good at his job” BUT I’ll try to be different and put him in the swing dancer category. By this I mean he’ll be as over the top as possible and he would wear his suit with suspenders and try to give off seduction vibes with smouldering glances and by licking his lips while dancing thinking it’s going to get him all the women 💔 literally no one likes him but he’s mysteriously getting a lot of funding and somehow made a name for himself. He’s also guilt tripped and coerced Heidi to be his dance partner (free Heidi 2025 ‼️🙏).

Butters:

He is LITERALLY the most theatre performer coded character ever! He would be at the front of every dance member (and would probably dabble in a bit of singing for musicals). He would also be REALLY good at line dancing.

Craig:

solo samba dancer OR a samba dancer with Red as his partner and all the fans keep shipping them and it gets to a point where a public statement has to be made saying they’re cousins 😭

Tweek:

He would be in production. Whether it’s event staff or just the general competition day manager who walks around yelling into his walkie talkie and making sure everything’s up to code before competitions. He’s also the one everyone begs for favours like a bigger lounge or for insider production information about other teams lmao

Wendy:

Our fav chair organiser who handles finances and CRASHES OUT whenever Cartman puts in an order for over the top and probably dangerous props and equipment. She’s the one that handles all the legal stuff and the aftermath after one of her dancers makes a very questionable comments or decisions during interviews. In a secret situationship with Bebe

THATS A WRAP!! thanks for reading this far and I would LOVE to hear any opinions and suggestions!!