#i had a nap after the sprint ok

[albonium]

lando had anti stall in turn 3 😭

[crescenthistory]

Hi Carina! It’s the anon who referred to your fanfics as poetry if you remember lol.

Number 1 I still stand by that and it’s even more enforced after reading your most recent poly!postwar!marauders I was hooked!! And number 2 I finally have a proper request for regulus and whiskers - perhaps some scenario where reader comes to regulus all scratched up and he p a n i c s but treats her (the scratches are from some random student’s pet cat that decided they suddenly wanted that specific patch of sun reader was napping on or something silly like that) and it’s just a mix of fluff and humor?

You totally do not have to do this specific prompt especially if you think of something similar but better, I 100% trust your vision. Also I’d like to be 🧸 anon for future posts if that’s ok with you. Once again thank you for blessing us with your stories and sorry for the long message haha❤️

of course i remember, that is my favourite compliment to date 😭 all i want is for my writing to be considered poetry, thank you so much. i'll add you to the list as 🧸 anon my love, feel free to share your age and pronouns too<333

Words: 1.5k

Warnings/tags: gn!reader, no use of y/n, light injuries, some blood, physical and emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, mentioned bsf!sirius, idiots in love, like literal soulmates, some cat telepathy bc i can lmao

A/N: more of whiskers and shadow can be found starting with this fic ! the cat pictured below is @nrthernsong's sweet Echo who is my whiskers faceclaim, exactly how I picture her<33

Regulus heard that something was wrong before he saw it.

The past hour had been spent on the sofa closest to the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, alternating between lazily reading his current paperback and dozing off. You had grown restless and given him a sweet forehead kiss before whisking out the door, assumedly to run out your leftover energy chasing mice and climbing walls. The mere thought made him smile, but he was far too comfortable to join you, and you were sleeping over in his dorm tonight anyway.

He figured it was no harm; he enjoyed knowing that you were doing your own thing and would be coming back to him. That you were such a fully realised person with your own desires, impulses, life and friends – even if one of those friends had to be his very own brother. That you were such a remarkable individual and kept choosing him every day, with every ounce of that self. It was as good a way as any to spend the evening.

That was, until he heard the desperate clawing of familiar paws against the stone common room door.

Apart from his usual doomsday gut feeling, he found it strange that you weren’t transforming back into yourself to open the door and walk in. Though, he told himself, you clearly could not transform in the still half-filled room, and perhaps you just wanted to remain in cat form without giving your animagus status away. Yet, your scratching seemed almost fervent, even over the sounds of chatter and laughter, which told another story.

Regardless of why, Regulus shot up out of his seat from the second he registered the noise as coming from you, hurrying across the floor. A wave of dizziness hit him from how fast he went from a reclining to borderline-sprinting position, but he pushed it down without a second thought.

When he opened the common room door and a white and grey figure sped in past him at an unbelievable speed, he realised what the problem was. 

Because your usually beautiful, fluffy fur was ruffled all about and there were distinct streaks of redness across it. The blood was striking against the already blinding white, and Regulus could not fight the way his breath hitched. 

“Amour,” he all but hissed, speed walking after you to where you had hid away in the first available corner.

Despite remaining mostly aware of your human self, once you were in your animagus form, certain animalistic tendencies took over. It was how you were able to communicate so efficiently through hisses and pets, but also why in states of panic, you would seek out physical shelter to hide beneath rather than coming to him for protection and comfort like you otherwise would.

Uncaring of how he looked running after a cat and murmuring to it as if it was a person, Regulus followed you, crouching down on his knees before you when you hid beneath an armchair against the wall. He couldn’t see you well in the darkness, but he did see a pair of yellow eyes shine out at him, so stunning that the fear in them should be illegal.

“Mon amour.” Regulus decided to forgo any reservations, and laid down on his stomach with his cheek against the floor so that he could be face to face with you. “Darling, what happened to you? Are you alright?”

The whimpering sound you made shot straight through his heart, drawing a rather pathetic coo from him.

You curled further up into yourself. Regulus inched his hand forward so that it was close to your face, but you made no move to butt your head against it like you usually would. Your eyes seemed to be pleading with him, but in this form, Regulus couldn’t read you as well.

In this form.

Regulus suddenly knew what he had to do.

Before that though, he retracted his hand in favour of letting his fingers curl around his wand. He brought it up to rest before you, slowing his movements down so as to not alert you in this frightened state. Even in a moment like this, you still trusted him entirely, and only blinked slowly at him while you shivered. He brought the tip of his wand up to rest just above your red spots.

“I’ll make it better, amour, I swear,” he mumbled, almost as if to himself. With a light graze and two whispered incantations, Regulus spelled away whatever shallow scratches you had across your beautiful fur and cleaned up the blood that had stained you so unjustly. 

Though he could not be certain, he thought he heard a sigh escape you. This time, when he put his wand down, you leaned your patterned forehead down against his fingertips. Worry was still clouding most of his mind, but his lips did twitch at the sentiment.

“I’m not leaving you.” He declared before saying anything else, not wanting fear to take over you once more. “Just stay right there, lovely, and I’ll be right back for you.”

Regulus almost stumbled when he pushed himself up onto his feet and near-sprinted up towards his dorm, taking the stairs three steps at a time. If you were startled, he could neither see nor hear it, and fully intended to soothe you in a mere moment.

The second he was out of sight of any other students, Regulus twirled into his own animagus form, Shadow.

At this new level of elevation and with the animalistic instincts taking over him, Regulus felt the wave of concern spark in him anew. While he could sense when he spelled away your injuries that they were not serious, the thought of you scared ached throughout him. On speedy onyx legs, he leaped back down the stairs with just one thought swimming through his mind.

Amour, amour, amour.

You must have smelled Shadow on his way to you, because even before he saw you, he picked up on the keening noise you made at the approach of your mate. 

Still sheltered carefully beneath the armchair, you were perched up on your front paws, staring eagerly towards where Shadow was pouncing towards you. This time, you let him slip beneath the seat and into your hiding place without any hesitation. On the contrary, you made space for him, and as soon as he was within reach, you curled up against him, hiding away.

With your face burrowed into Shadow’s furry neck, he could finally feel you sigh out in relief, any tension and fear seeping out of you. It was exactly what he had been hoping for, exactly what he wanted, no needed to accomplish.

Your love was true in any form, but the connection the two of you shared in animagus form was different from anything Regulus could even think to communicate through words. He had yet to find any relevant literature on animagi explaining the bonding experience you had in animagus form, but perhaps this was one of the things in his life that Regulus didn’t need to intellectualise.

Instead, Shadow curled back up against you, keeping his head over yours in a protective manner as he held you close with his paws. Absentmindedly, he began grooming your fur, placing every strand back down in the correct direction, ridding you of any evidence of whatever tussle you had suffered when roaming the castle. Certain places of your fur seemed to demand more of his attention, and though Regulus could not prove it as he healed and cleaned you up magically earlier, he had a creeping suspicion that was where you had been scratched up. So he didn’t resist it, instead doting on you exactly how he wanted.

Beneath his touch, you were becoming soft and pliant once more, purring loudly and occasionally looking up at him with the yellow eyes he had come to love so. His Whiskers. His amour.

Using the very bond he had no words to explain, Shadow asked you through some odd form of cat communication and animagi telepathy: What happened?

Your grunt and huff communicated what he had feared. Mrs. Norris.

Shadow made a hissing sound directed at your shared menacing nemesis before doubling down on his efforts to soothe you, nudging you over onto your back so that he could groom and kiss along your neck and chest – your most vulnerable areas in cat form, showing you just how safe you were now. 

This was part of what occasionally living as a cat entailed, but Regulus would be damned if he did not care for you as if it was a tragedy each and every time. Spelling out I love you with every lick and pet and nudge and purr.

Based on the lovely sounds you were making and how you seemed to melt into him until you were one and the same, you loudly claimed I love you too.

Regulus could rest easy with you safe and sound in his hold, content just to have you near him, any anger subdued for as long as he was comforting you. In the meantime, he was dreaming up how a certain big black dog might have a little chat with Mrs. Norris.

[squiddy-god]

reader in heat (x belphie)

Ok so this was a request and basically after helping Solomon with a spell gone wrong you go into heat

CW : smut, artificial heat, Solomon spell gone wrong, smutty smut with a hint of plot

Okokok so let me start this by saying that while belphie is a lazy fuck, hes also a horny bastard

So while during the day he’s near constantly asleep, he mentions in a call that at night he’s alway awake

So sex with belphie while still lazy, is much more active at night

ok now onto the juicy bits

Solomon was trying out a new spell, and you were helping him because he was teaching you magic

Well solomon did an oopsie and the spell went very, very rong

So when the spell misfired at you he expected you to turn purple or turn into a frog

He definitely didn’t expect it so send you into a heat

Immediately got you to the house of lamentation because here’s the thing

Humans don’t normally go into heat unless a spell or special aphrodisiac is used, but when a human is sent into a heat, especially around demons, it isn’t always the best

Humans are already delicious to demons but a human in heat? haHA

So solomon immediately got you back to the house and him and lucifer decided the best thing to do was temporarily put you in the attic until the effects wore off

So when belphie got home ready to snuggle up with you and nap, he was understandably suspicious when no one knew were you were and lucifer was hesitant to tell him

And belphie was angry when lucifer said you were in the attic for a while, so without waiting to hear the explanation belphie sprinted up and slammed the door open

And then it hit him like a truck

You had been sent into a heat

Now one of three things could happen here

One; he could go on like usual in his lazy fashion, letting you ride him and fuck yourself on his cock, your slopy little hole streching on his cock while you work yourself threw your heat

That is until night when hes nice and awake, and willing to be a bit more active, plowing you and fucking you into the matress

Oh and he sleeps so nicely with you bouncing on his cock and your sweet, intoxicating scent filling up the room.

Two; a kind of switch flips in belphies head and suddenly he isn’t very tired

Now look, as far as belphie is concerned your his “mate” in a sense, so while you wouldn’t normally go into heat and this is probably a one time thing, your heat still affects him a lot more than it would affect another demon/more then another demons heat would affect him because of the bond you two share (at least to him).

So when belphie rushes in and is hit with the wave of your scent in heat, a switch in his head flips

His “mate” is in heat and he needs to help them, even if he himself isnt in his heat, you are and his instinct is to fuck you into the matress for as long as you need

So he immediately pounces on you, yes he’s still going to get a little tired and be slightly lazy, letting you ride him for a bit

But only for a bit

Once he wakes up from his little power nap he’s going to flip you over on your stomach and shove his cock in you until your creaming

This takes up his normal style when he’s abnormally horny, lazy but rough

He’ll set a slightly slower then average pace with long rough thrust

He’ll lean over you and whisper the most filthy things in your ears. About how well you take his cock, about how your his, teasing you about how needy you are, about how you look so cute begging for him to fuck you.

So like the first one hes still fairly lazy about it but he feels the need to fuck you threw your little heat

Three; this little incident sends him into an early heat

Now demons and humans are very different, that’s obvious, and like i said before belphie sees you as his “mate” even if its at the back of his mind his body is still going to naturally react as if your his “mate” even if yours isn’t quite the same way, what i mean is like when belphie goes into heat you can’t really sense it, you don’t smell it like demons do and it doesn’t affect you, however when you go into heat, even tho its a one time thing, as mentioned before it does affect him, he can sense that your in heat because his body sees you as his “mate” and he can smell that your in heat because he’s a demon, and normally this would be fine, a normally occurrence for demons,

Except your a human

And because your a human this is your first (and probably only) heat, now this is important because :

While demons can smell another demon in heat it doesn’t affect them the same way as when a demon’s “mate” is in heat, when a demon’s “mate” is in heat the smell is stronger and they can sense the others heat, it affects them more.

And when a demon gets a “mate” other demons heats become slightly more muted

So you’ve been belphies “mate” for a while, meaning that previously he didn’t have one, and that he’s never smelled your heat

So when he bursts into the room and your in heat it’s something fairly new, and because of that it sends his body into an early heat

And oh boy belphie in heat = no sleep whatsoever.

But that’s for another time *wink wink*

[thequeenofcupps]

VENTURE DATING HC’S

A/N: ok so I've literally have never had fanfics before so please bare with me, also I made the reader female implied but y’all can do any gender you want

CW: scars, insecurity

TW: SH scars mention

☆ Ok so you know that studio ghibli thing I said about them? yeah they’d probably keep you hostage so you guys would stay in and watch most of them. Oh you have to work or if you need to run errands? Sucks they haven’t seen you in a while and they’ve missed you :(

☆ After their expeditions they like to bring back rocks, crystals, or any cool thing they find and give them to you. Now you have 2 selves of things they’ve brought back :D

☆So I’ve seen people write/draw Sloan with tattoos and I’ve wanted to partake on this hc.

I feel like they’d like telling you stories behind their tattoos, like if they’re getting dressed and you ask about one they’d tell you about it but then they’d get carried away and start explaining ALL of their tattoos.

☆They.are.the.biggest.cuddlebug.everrrr. Like they’ll cuddle you anywhere and anytime. Cooking? Boom they're behind you hugging you, Folding laundry? Womp they’re laying on your thighs, laying down for a nap? Their ass is SPRINTING to cuddle with you, it doesn’t matter what their doing cuddles is a must have for them. They just love you so much :c

☆Also on my applying lipstick hc I made a couple days ago, yeah whenever you put on lipstick whether you work for Overwatch or you live with them or work with them for the Wayfinder Society you like to fluster them by just smooching them then leaving a very flustered Sloan with kiss marks on them.

☆They are VERY affectionate, like if they’re always texting you good night, kissing you on your lips, forehead, hand, etc. bear hugging you, slow dancing in the kitchen with them it really doesn’t matter if you don’t live with them yet or if you do live with them they’re so lovey dovey with you 💗

☆if they’re on a mission for overwatch or for the Wayfinder Society they’re sending you cute cat pictures saying cute shit like “you’re purrr-fect!” or a cat holding a heart and saying “I miss you and love u pookums :c” cuz you’re so far away for them but they still like to tell you that they love you

☆you’re so perfect to them It doesn’t matter if you have SH scars, stretch marks, thick thighs, plus-sized, hairy, acne, acne scars, if you chew nails, it doesn’t matter to them they love you so much and they reassure you that they will always love you no matter what you look like

(One more hc is when they first saw you careless whisper started playing in that slow motion montage and they had heart eyes)

A/N: I hope I did ok with these reminder it is my first time making an x reader fanfic of some sort so feel free to critique me 😚

Also I probably made a fuck ton of mistakes cuz my 15 yr old ass didn’t pay attention in language class

[galamalion]

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╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ summary﹕you experience a shameful hangover after you night out at the baratie, then go get breakfast with your new friends. how could anything bad happen at breakfast?

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing﹕one piece x fem!reader

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┈ ✧.* chapter ii﹕drunken memories

Your first night at the university was a rough one.

Upon waking up in your bed—and thankfully not the street—you immediately felt sick. You threw your blankets off and looked around the room, standing up to see Vivi and Nami still lying in bed, the latter looking rather worse for wear, tossing and turning with her blankets.

You threw open the door to the bathroom and sprinted inside, leaping across to hunch over the toilet to puke your guts up. Your stomach was never the strongest, and unfortunately neither was your alcohol tolerance. Speaking of, how much did you drink? You only got a small glass of wine to fit in with the Italian vibe, and you hadn’t even drank half of it! But—oh, that’s right, Nami was there. 

A memory—or rather, memories— came flooding back in an instant, all of Nami ordering small little fruity drinks. She insisted you tried all of them, ‘just a sip!’ she said. Well, all those little sips clearly did a number on you.

“Damn you, Nami…” you grumbled, stumbling back to bed.

After exiting the bathroom, you picked up your phone from your desk, noticing it had been charging. Did someone do that for you as well? It would have struck you as kind if you hadn’t been hungover. All you could think about was your pounding headache and upset stomach.

Before inputting your password, you noticed you had a text from one ‘Mr. Prince,’ a name and number you hadn’t recognized. 

| Mr. Prince: Hello Sleeping Beauty!! &lt;;333 | Mr. Prince: I hope you slept alright, you got were pretty smashed after Baratie  | Mr. Prince: but not in a bad way!! in a super cute tipsy kind of way!!!! | Mr. Prince: Also it’s Sanji!! I put my number in your phone so you wouldn’t be confused or anything!! | Mr. Prince: Luffy saw and also put his, and then Usopp wanted to put his, and then Zoro decided to put his…… | Mr. Prince: Anyways, just text me when you wake up Sleeping Beauty, just want to know that you’re safe!! <333 ^3^

Were you really the drunk one in this situation? You were pretty sure you hadn’t even spoken to him, only remembering his flirty attitude and writing him off as a playboy. But if the name in your phone was anything to go by, he seemed more like a Prince Charming-esque character. 

| You: i’m ok | You: thanks :)

You hoped the smiley face would help you sound like less of a prick. It was hard to be friendly after years with no friends, and you were doing your best to adjust to the sudden change. 

Before returning to bed you chugged a glass of water for your nausea and headache, praying the pain would go away after your short nap. Nami and Vivi would probably be awake by then too, giving you an even better reason to take this nap. And maybe your dreams would be more pleasant than your current state of consciousness. Nausea doesn’t follow you into sleep, right? Right?

“‘m not drunk…” you mumbled, staggering out of the restaurant with your new friends in tow. 

“Come on, ____!” Luffy begged, trying to drag you down the sidewalk. “It’s time to go home!”

“No use arguing with a drunk, Luffy,” A voice chimed in, slowly getting closer to your location.

“This isn’t home~” you hiccuped, “‘is college!”

“Alright, let’s go…” the voice spoke, leaning down near you. “Arms around me, darling.”

You felt yourself being hoisted up, and despite your drunken flailing, your front fell firm against a solid back.

‘Smells good…’ you thought, laying your head on the warm structure before you.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart,” the voice whispered to you. “Just keep everything inside and we’ll have a wonderful conclusion to this wonderful night.”

“Yer’ warm…” you mumbled, snuggling your head into their neck. 

For a moment you were able to focus, seeing the bright lights of downtown flicker all around the streets, as well as the blonde head of hair directly in front of you. It looked soft, like that Chinese cotton candy stuff you’d heard about. What was the name again? Would his hair taste like it? No, better not to try now…wait for later, when he’s not looking.

He? Oh, that’s right, Sanji’s blond. Or did he have red hair? You were having a difficult time remembering. But you did know he was a flirt, and not a good one. It wasn’t gonna work on you, even if his hair smelled delicious…

Thousands of thoughts raced through your mind, and their constant thrum slowly lulled you into sleep, head still resting on Sanji’s shoulder.

“Oh yeah, that happened,” you mumbled drowsily, half asleep.

The conclusion of your dream-memory had roused you awake, your muscles slightly achy after only an hour of sleep. You really were that drunk, and not the ‘cute tipsy kind’ like Sanji said. But college was supposed to be a learning experience, and last night you learned the valuable lesson of watching your liquor.

You hoped Sanji didn’t take your drunken rambles the wrong way. But you didn’t voice all of your thoughts, just that he was warm! He didn’t know that you thought he smelt good. Unless your sniffing was really loud…

Oh God, what if you were sniffing him really loudly? At that point he probably just thought you were weird. But he called you a cute drunk, right? That meant something! But then again, you hardly knew him. And yet you had his number!

Your obsessive pondering was interrupted by another text, and from Sanji no less. Was he going to confront you? He seemed so pleasant in his last texts, what more does he have to say?

'Just stay calm, stay cool, and stay casual,’ you breathed, ‘if you pretend like you don’t know, maybe he’ll pretend like he doesn’t know!’

| Mr. Prince: HI | Mr. Prince: GOOD MORNING | Mr. Prince: WANT 2 GET BRAKFAST?

‘What the fuck?’ you thought, quickly typing a response.

| You: breakfast? | You: also why are you typing in caps lol | Mr. Prince: IT LUFFY STOL SANJI PHONE RUNNING

‘Well that explains it,’ you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

| You: didn’t you also put your number in my phone?

A moment passed without a text back, leaving you anxious for Luffy’s safety. Sanji wouldn’t hurt him too bad, would he? You soon got your answer through another text.

| Straw Hat: Hi this is my phone want to get brakfast? | You: lol brakfast? | Straw Hat: Ya you want? | Straw Hat: Zoro and Sanji and Usopp and Chopper too | You: chopper? | Straw Hat: New friend!!  | You: nice, can vivi and nami come? | Straw Hat: Ya!!!!!!!!!!!! | You: will be there soon! | Straw Hat: Attachment (1) Image

The picture in question was of Luffy holding a much smaller, cheerful boy who looked to be about 13, but if Luffy just met him, he had to be a college student. Unless Luffy kidnapped a local child, which you wouldn’t put past him. Luffy looked worse for wear despite his classic grin, having a large bump on his head and a very angry Sanji behind him, mid scream.

You giggled at the image and got out of bed, preparing to wake Nami and Vivi up. But after standing up, you noticed that both of them were gone. Did they leave without you? How long were you asleep for? It was just a small nap, you woke up in the middle of the night, after all. They probably thought you were weird after that night out, saw you still asleep and snuck out without alerting you—

“Good morning, ____!” Vivi’s voice called out as the door swung open.

You jumped backwards at the sudden intrusion, subsequently tripping over your feet and falling flat on your butt.

“Oh my gosh,” Vivi rushed over to you, “I’m so sorry, I thought you’d still be in bed! If I had known I would have—”

“What’s done is done, Vi,” Nami stepped into the room, “one apology is more than enough…”

You glanced up at Nami, noticing her familiarly sour expression.

“Hungover?” you asked.

“Hungover,” she sighed, fumbling over to her closet to change.

“I made some tea for Nami to help her,” Vivi offered, picking up the small pot of hot tea. “If you would like a cup, I can pour you a cup!”

“Thanks, Vivi…” you smiled, accepting the fresh cup from her. It tasted sweet, with just a slight tingle of mint within the brew. Even if it didn’t cure your headache, at least it tasted good.

“Hey,” you stood up from your spot on the floor. “Luffy texted me and asked if we wanted to get breakfast with the guys again. Are you guys cool with that?”

Nami immediately sprung up as if she wasn’t hungover two seconds ago. 

“Sure! Anything to get to his brother!”

“How about you, Vivi?” you asked.

“I would love to,” she replied gracefully.

With that matter settled, the three of you prepared for the day and left together towards the dining hall.

The three of you entered the dining hall, grabbing breakfast and reconvening at one of the numerous tables. You didn’t see Luffy and company when you walked in, and you didn’t see them after sitting down either. Maybe they were at one of the outer tables?

| You: u here luf? Delivered 9:34 | You: earth to luffy? Delivered 9:39

Memories of Luffy’s carefree nature danced in your head, and with that in mind you decided to text a different member of the party. One with more sense. The question, however, was who?

Despite your pleasant conversation with Zoro, you felt like he might leave you on read, and not because of his stoic attitude, no. He gave you an archaic vibe, like your grandparents asking you for help sending a text. So he was off the list.

Usopp was your best bet, but after careful consideration you decided against it. You hadn’t had a conversation with him, and despite his seemingly more mature attitude—at least compared to Luffy—he gave you a cowardly vibe. 

And that left Sanji. The most sensible? Maybe, maybe not. But, you were nervous to text him. The texts he sent you made you feel tiny butterflies in your stomach. It wasn’t his flirting that caused that tickling, it was the care he put into contacting you. He didn’t have to text you, but he chose to.

You felt stupid, like the kind of childish stupid where you have a crush on the kid who lets you borrow their pencil. But you were older, more mature. You knew not to read into every little message and movement of a person. So you could text Sanji, easy peasy!

| You: hey sanji, u guys at the dining hall? Read 9:39 | Mr. Prince: I’m sosososo sorry my Princess!!! | Mr. Prince: We let moss head lead us to the dining hall and we got lost ;o; | Mr. Prince: Lesson learned!! heading over asap!!! ^3^

“Alright, looks like they’re on their way,” you sighed, looking up to your friends.

“Are you kidding me? They’re the ones who wanted to meet!” Nami grumbled, “what gives?”

“According to Sanji, they let Zoro lead them here, but then they got lost.”

“What the hell? Their dorms are, like, fifty feet away?  How the hell do you get lost?” Nami scowled.

“I believe that’s a question for Zoro,” you replied, taking a bite of your toast.

Ten minutes later and your rag-tag crew of misfits barrelled into the dining hall, almost knocking over a dozen students on their way in.

“____!” Luffy called out, heading spinning around as he searched for the three of you.

“Over here,” you yelled, raising your hand up.

You should have realized the consequences of your actions sooner, as Luffy hurled himself at the three of you at full force. There weren’t many options to ensure safety, besides cover your heads or duck under the table, which you and Vivi immediately did. 

Nami, on the other hand, stood up and pulled her fist back. Luffy was going too fast to avoid her punch, and knowing how powerful Nami could get when she was angry, there was no way he’d be able to tank it without injury.

It passed by in slow motion, you and Vivi peeking up to see the collision, Usopp yelling in fear, Zoro and Sanji running to try and stop their friend, and the remaining student population watching in horror.

And just like that, it was over. Luffy laid on the ground, utterly defeated by Nami’s strength. A small bump arose on his head, slowly growing in height.

“Jeez, Nami,” you coughed, “nice…shot?”

“Thanks!” she giggled, flexing her surprisingly muscular arm. “I like to keep people on their toes. If you two ever need a strong-arm, just call me, ‘kay?”

“A-alright,” you stuttered.

Why did you stutter? You weren’t scared of Nami, were you? No, this wasn’t fear, it was more like awe. But not the kind you feel when you see someone do a card trick. More like when—oh, dear. The butterflies were back, fluttering around in your stomach, bouncing off the walls of your intestines, scattering through your body and hitting all of your nerves—

“Luffy!” Usopp and a boy—Chopper, if you remembered correctly— screamed, rushing over to cradle the body of their companion.

“You killed him!” Usopp declared, pointing an accusatory finger at Nami.

“Actually, he’s alive,” Chopper chimed in, “he’s just sleeping.”

“He’s what?” Nami and Usopp deadpanned.

Luffy shot up like a zombie rising from the grave, earning a shriek from Usopp. He stretched his arms above his head, letting out a long yawn.

“Oh boy, what happened?” Luffy asked, looked around at the crowd of spectators before he landed on you. “Hey, ____!”

You gave him a small wave, trying to keep your horrified expression hidden behind an apprehensive smile. Before you could get a word out, however, Luffy was quickly sent back into the ground by a punch from Sanji and Zoro.

“You idiot,” Zoro growled, “way to cause a commotion.”

“You scared my lovely ladies!” Sanji hissed, turning to flash a reassuring smile at you three. “I hope you’re alright, my Princess!”

“I just wanted to say hi to ____…” Luffy croaked, eyes falling shut.

“Oh my God, he’s dead!” Usopp wailed.

“Nope,” Chopper reassured, checking Luffy’s pulse. “He’s just asleep again.”

“Again!?” Zoro and Sanji yelled, staring shocked at their sleeping friend.

Vivi slowly uncovered her head, looking at Luffy, “Maybe we should stop hitting him…?” she offered.

The two men huffed, stuffing their hands in their pockets.

“Perfect,” she sighed, doing her best to smile. She turned towards Chopper, who was doing his best to tend to Luffy’s injuries. “And what is your name?”

Chopper looked up, startled before stuttering, “C-Chopper, miss! I’m a medical student who is staying on the same floor as Luffy!”

“A medical student?” Nami asked, “but you’re…”

“I know, I know,” Chopper sheepishly grinned, “I was able to skip a couple grades when I was younger, so…”

“Wow, you must be smart,” you blurted, peeking from under the table.

“N-not really!” Chopper reassured, “I just know a lot of medical stuff! I had a teacher when I was younger…”

“Meat…” Luffy muttered, drooling in his sleep.

Zoro sighed, “Well, you heard the man, let’s get some grub.”

“He didn’t mean you, idiot,” Sanji argued.

“The hell?” Zoro barked, turning to face Sanji.

“Now now,” Usopp interjected, separating the two men and walking off with them, “I think there was wisdom in Luffy’s words…”

The three of you—not including a sleeping Luffy and attending Chopper—sat back down, saying nothing for a minute as you all processed the events that occurred.

“Well,” Vivi finally said, breaking the silence, “I’m grateful that our friends are quite energetic! Back in Alabasta, I would have been escorted to a bunker if this happened!”

“I’m glad you got something out of it, girl,” Nami groaned, eating a tangerine slice.

“I kinda get Vivi,” you replied, finishing off your slice of toast. “It’s an exciting change of pace compared to my life before.”

“Alright, I get it,” Nami mumbled, “maybe you two have a point…”

Suddenly, Luffy arose from his slumber, awaking with a cry.

“Meat!” he howled, rushing to the lunch line.

The four of you watched helplessly as Luffy ran over the entire line of students, piling his plate full of meat, so much so that there wasn’t room for anything else, much less more meat.

“Do you think every meal will be like this…?” Chopper whispered, horrified by the display of gluttony before him.

You stared at your table, seeing Vivi’s intrigue and Nami’s curiosity. Then you turned to watch Zoro and Sanji argue, a moment away from turning into a full on fist fight. Finally you looked at Luffy again, seeing the joy in his eyes as he not-so-carefully maneuvered his giant pile of food.

“I can’t say for sure,” you sighed, a smile gracing your face, “but I’m hoping they’ll be similar to this.”

“Look!” Luffy shouted, slamming his plate onto the table. “They let me have all of this! Isn’t this place great?”

“I doubt they let you, Luffy,” Sanji said, approaching the table with Zoro. “More like they were powerless to stop you.”

“Shishishi!” Luffy chuckled before diving into his mountain of meat.

Before long the dining hall’s aura returned to normal as students resumed eating, only glancing at your table occasionally.

‘Probably to make sure they’re at a safe distance,’ you thought, finishing your food.

But after a while the chatter once again died down, only a whisper being passed along tables as an odd air filled the hall.

“Well,” Nami huffed, “you five took so long that we’re all done with our food, so you better hurry!”

“Go get more, then,” Zoro retorted, earning him a bump on the head.

“That’s a good idea!” Luffy cheered, “let’s all go get more food after—”

A small black blur zipped across the dining hall, barely scraping by the top of Luffy’s head and bisecting his plate of meat. You all turned towards the source, shocked at the blatant murder attempt, with hundreds of witnesses no less. But Luffy was furious, standing up and turning towards the culprit.

“What’s the big idea!” he yelled, clenching his fists.

“Oh, come on now, Luf! That’s no way to greet somebody!” a voice called out, stepping through the crowd of students, wearing the most ostentatious outfit you’d seen during your time here and carrying a hockey stick, clearly his weapon of choice.

You watched as Luffy’s fists unclenched and his expression changed to one of brief confusion, quickly morphing to one of insurmountable joy.

“Ace!” he cried out, sprinting away from the table.

“Ace?” Chopper questioned.

“The hockey player?” Sanji gaped.

 “The brother?” Vivi asked.

Ace grinned, tucking the hockey stick behind his shoulders.

“The one and only!”

tag list: @sylum , @dimplewonie

[tallgirl14]

What if chilchuck joined Laios group when his kids were younge???

Chil: I need to grab something from my house

Marcille: we get to meet your family!?

Chil: NO! You're going to stay a couple of feet from my house while I run inside. I'll be in out and done.

Oh, and Marcille, keep your hood up. I don't want you scaring anyone

Outside his house, the party sees a little girl with dark hair playing, and chilchuck immediately picks her up and brings her inside

Marcille: "i didn't know he had a sister."

Senchi: "Didn't he say his dad died when he was young? That probably forced him to be the breadwinner of his family."

Laios: "That sounds about right from what I've read."

Inside the house, chilchuck puts down Fuler, and his wife turns around, surprise to see her husband back so soon

Bea: "Your back?? Did something happen?"

Chi: "Yes, and no, it's complicated. I'm ok. I just came to grab"

Fuler: "theres big people with daddy."

Bea: "What?" She moves to the windo and sees what looks to like 2 tall men and a dwarf

Chil pulls her from the window "where are the girls?"

Bea: " Meijacks at school and puck is still taking a nap"

Chil: " ok good" kiss his wife on cheek then runs to his office. " keep them inside until we're gone. This the party ive been working with that told you about There harmless, just weird

Backoutside party notices someone had come to the window and chilchuck quickly came over and shut the curtains

Senchi: " how many people are in his family do you know?

Laios: "no chil dosnet like to mix home and work because of how dangerous the work is.

Marille: but what if something were to happen how would his family know??

Laois: that's why he's made union to be the middle man they would pass word to his family. It makes since I've heard storied of angery party members going after family members so it makes since he wants us to keep our distance.

The group is distracted when they hear a small "hello" the look down to see lil half-foot maybe 3yr of age

Marcille squeals seeing how cute she is and she kneels down " HI, arnt you the cutes thing, do you live in that house?" She points and little girl nodded " im Puckpattie"

" it's nice to meet you, I'm Marcille this is senchi and Laios we work with your big brother." They notice she had confused expression but just as quickly as it came it left as she goes to pull something out of her pocket and hands it to marcille " here for you" marcille except excitedly sees the little half-foot has gifted her a pinecone with googly eyes "thank you!"

Up the road meijack is walking home from school when she noticed 3 Stanger infront of her house and a woman about to pick up her baby. Sister dread hit her and she takes off sprinting. Laios is the first to get hit by a flying school book at the back of his head and the group turns to see another halfLing this one looked to be and exact copy of chilchuck there was no question that they were related

Mei holding a big rock in one hand ready to throw: " don't touch her!"

Laios pust his hands up " it's ok were not here cause trouble"

Mei: " you brought trouble trying to take a kid that's not yours"

Marcille moves toward her " no I wasn't were here with your brother-"

Puckpattie runs over to meijack happily " your back" and hugs her leg but Mei dosnet take her eyes off the strangers " I don't have a brother"

Inside the house Fullertom looking out the windo and chilchuck yells at her to get away from the windo

Fuler wines " but why dose Mei and puck get to talk to your friends?"

Chil: "What??" And runs out of the house seeing his oldest armed with a rock holding her youngest "HEY"

Everyone turns to see chilchuck running towards them meijack looks confused " dad??"

Marcille knocking off her hood " your a Dad???"

Senchi: " he's s teen parent?!??!"

Meijack looks back now terrified seeing the woman she thought was trying to take her sister is an elf and throws the the rock hitting marcille.

Chilchuck grabes his meijack so she doesn't throws anything else. She looks up at her dad terrified" hey it ok it's ok." Meijacks: she an elf she was tried to take puck ."

Chil" he's harmless she's mostly nosey" Looks back at marcille " you ok? " she nods " just a scratch."

[daringtiger-creates]

Just a mini GO idea. I’m not good at writing fan fiction, but I wouldn’t mind trying my hand at expanding this or letting someone else

Angels were Falling. Almost everywhere you looked, they were being pushed, but Aziraphale was looking for only one, a certain redhead who made the stars. There was a small group of angels, just a couple, and a voice he recognised instantly. Rushing past a few, he looked to see the redhead shouting, “I only asked a few questions!” As he stepped back from the approaching Archangel. Aziraphale noticed the cloud edge behind only a foot away from the angel open closer to where his foot was about to step. Aziraphale shouted,

“No! Stop!” He reached out to the angel and tried to sprint forward, but was held back. The redhead turned his head to Aziraphale and, as if by some invisible force, a gust of wind that shouldn’t have existed, pushed the angel back off balance and he Fell. Aziraphale used the rest of his strength and got freed from the other angels’ grasp and rushed to the edge. Collapsed and reaching out as if he could catch the falling angel, screaming after him “NO!” He couldn’t hold back his tears then from seeing the stunned face of the Falling angel as he Fell faster and faster.

Aziraphale woke up with a start by a loud clash of thunder. It was a week after his and Crowley’s failed executions. After their time at the Ritz and celebratory drinks in the bookshop, Crowley had returned home for a much needed nap. So, when someone had suddenly laid a hand on his shoulder, he was startled to see Crowley kneeling beside his armchair with a look of concern the demon was trying to hide with a look of nonchalance. “Hey, it’s ok. Just me” Aziraphale relaxed more against the back of the armchair, letting out a sigh of relief. He didn’t mind storms, quite enjoyed the rain, however he didn’t like the bad thunderstorms. The thunderstorms that shook the bookshop in its intensity, the ones that reminded him of that day all that millennia ago. Crowley had popped in one day to find Aziraphale shaking on the floor tightly bundled in a blanket in the back room during one of the worst storms back in 1987. Since then, whenever there was a bad storm, Crowley would come over and keep him company and comfort him. Aziraphale never explained why those certain storms affected him and Crowley never asked which he was very thankful for.

[smallestapplin]

Request are open! Yippee! Anyways can we get Lain and Sadi with parent reader letting them pet/play with the reader's alpha Pokemon team?

Yes you absolutely can! Found family my beloved-

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If there is one thing Lian and Sabi agree on, it's that your team is strong filled with the most powerful pokemon you could catch and train, your starter was the only odd one out at being a normal sized compared to the rest of your alpha team.

When asked you often answered "Because it was a challenge to catch them which made it fun."

They were harder to train, harder to tame, but that was what made it so rewarding to see them so calm and playful.

Like now.

You had set up a nice quiet spot to make a fire to make some dinner, watching over your children and your pokemon with a smile.

Sabi is completely dwarfed by your alpha Torterra, easily hiding in the Pokémon's tree, where she and Braviary rest napping in the afternoon sun.

While Lian and his Goomy are play fighting with your alpha Arcanine, the large dog pokemon barking and sneezing as his massive fluffy tail wags, kicking up some dust as Lian pounces on him, his laughter echoing in the pleasant breeze.

"Hey no fair!" Your son cries as your Arcanine has him pinned under him, just flopping on top of the boy.

Lian's complaints are silenced once the fire rock type starts licking his face. You try to bite back a laugh at hearing Lian's 'pff!' And struggle to avoid the puppy kisses.

"Ok ok, Topaz! Come here boy." You step away from the cauldron, knowing how your big puppy is.

The moment his name left your mouth he came sprinting and was on you in seconds, tackling you to the ground with a loud 'oof!' Leaving you, your arcanine forgets just how big he is. You groan as now it's your face being slobbered on, you place your hands between you and the giant dog, pushing his face away, but he still struggles and tries to lick your face.

In minutes you hear the sound of tiny foot steps and the sound of Lian jumping on Topaz's back, trying to get the big pokemon off you, even the small Goomy gets near your face and slides onto your chest, or at least what little he can get on.

"Are we having a growlie pile?" Sabi yawns, sliding off your Torterra, waking Sage up, though she only grunts and goes back to peacefully sun bathing with Braviary.

Sabi walks over, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and plops down on the side of Topaz, sighing happily as the dual typing pokemon runs warm.

"Guys, I love you, but please he's so heavy."

You don't think you're strong enough to keep holding Arcanine's face back, and it keeps getting closer the weaker and shakier your arms get.

Lian pokes his head out over top the puppers, looking down at you with a smug smile.

"Dunno if we should help or not, after all our cool parent would never falter!"

"Oh you are such a little-"

You overused puppy wins, taking perfect chance to start licking your face.

Lian cackle at your loud and frantic raspberries, trying to get your big baby to stop licking your face, but it's useless.

Poor goomy isnt spared either.

Sabi barely wakes back up to giggle at your pain, but curls up and passes out on the warm fire type.

Dinner is never getting started at this rate.

[trash----panda]

Snek

nom story, i just wanna play with a snake, i promise nothing

You wake up, your wrist are sore from the rope that had been digging into them previously, as you stare at them you're pretty sure that mark is gonna be there awhile. Slowly your surroundings come into focus, the whole room is swaying, you arent sure if that's from the hit to your head or the room really is moving, all you can determine for sure is the room is made of wood. The air is almost salty, you sit up to get a better view noticing that you are laid out on a pile of pillows. It's weird, some of these pillows are much too big to be human, something moves, something beneath the mass of pillows stirs. You feel your heart skip a beat as you watch, the black "pillow" not too far from you start to... Slither? Oh gods it's slithering, you fall on yourself as you sprint to get away from the pile, your legs too weak to hold you up leaving you to watch the massive snake reveal itself, it's tall, tall enough it almost touches the ceiling. He looks at you, his black and white stripes making a hypnotic pattern as it moves towards you, scooping behind and pulling you close. He's silent as he pokes and prods at you, you cant tell what he's doing but you're sure you're about to die. He gives a soft scoff-like laugh as he lifts you, taking your hand gently and licking the wound. You scream kicking him in the face, managing to get yourself dropped wasting no time in a mad dash for the barrels. He doesnt see where you went, hissing as he rubbed the scuff mark on his scales. Your wrist doesnt hurt anymore at least, wait, you stare, it doesnt hurt anymore. You hesitate, hearing him start to move boxes looking for you, peeking out "s-sorry" he looks at you, looking more exasperated than angry, scooping you up once more.

"do that again and im throwing you in the ocean, got it?"

You give a little nod

He rubbed his face again, reminding you you just attacked him "can i... make it better?"

He flinches, thinking about it a second before huffing, glancing up towards the deck. His tounge flicked just like a regular snake, you had no idea what he was checking for but it was cool seeing him do it. After he seemed satisfied with what he smelled he turned back to you "you can rub my tummy"

You were caught off guard by that, what did he mean, it didnt sound too dangerous though, might take awhile with his length though. You gave a small and hesitant nod "just put me down and i can get started"

He smirked a little "ok, but just remember you agreed to this" something about his smile made you already regret this.

Instead of putting you down he opened his mouth, pushing your face against his tounge before you could yell, he was being carful about how much noise you made. No matter how you thrashed he seemed unhindered, using his hands to hold your arms to your side as he slowly worked you into his mouth, a soft purr starting to rumble from up ahead of you. You tried to kick but that only seemed to lurch you forward, his lips touching your hips now as your face got smooshed against his throat. You squeaked before the muscles grabbed on, starting to tow you down, he didnt need his hands anymore just letting gravity do the rest. The journey down was slow, but it gave you time to calm down, your struggles doing nothing but smearing spit in your hair. You were squeezed into a roomier organ, just barely less squeezing, you knew where you were thanks to the groans that came from the walls. He rubbed from the outside, yawning as he went to lay down "you rub, and i'll let you out after my nap" he purred, curling up. At least you were warm now.

[rare-agere-reverie]

Hello there I wanted to request a fanfic (although headcannons would be ok to)

Cg(s): Eddie and Frank

Little(s):Wally

So Wally has been running himself ragged all day helping the neighbours his last stop is at frank and eddie’s house to help with chores but Wally regresses by accident while helping Eddie and Frank with some chores due to being overtired and cranky

Thank you -🦎

Most of my requests rn are for fics anon 🦎 so I’ll make these hcs as fic

CG!Frank Frankly and CG!Eddie Dear with Stressed and Cranky Little!Wally Darling Headcanons as Fic

💥 One day, Wally accidentally dragged himself into a hectic day of helping his fellow neighbors.

💥 First, he needed to readjust Sally’s stage lights for an upcoming play, but Barnaby rewrote his dialogue to be funnier, so she got frustrated and scolded him loudly.

🌩️ Her voice was too strong for Wally, yet it wouldn’t stop as Barnaby kept egging her on.

💥 Second, he needed to retrieve some lost inventory in a crevice too small for Howdy to fit, causing Wally to strain himself and develop aches all over his body.

💥 Third, he needed to help Poppy and Julie bake a chocolate cake, but the rainbow monster didn’t work the electric mixer properly and splattered batter onto everyone.

🌩️ Wally had to return to Home for a shower, yet his mounting stress never left.

💥 Now, he’s helping Eddie and Frank carry a rather heavy package inside the frowning friend’s house.

💥 They all hold a third of the box as they traverse the entryway and down the hall.

💥 However, Wally’s arms give up without warning and drop his side of the cardboard package in front to the door to the study.

💥 After the other two carefully and quickly place the remainder onto the wooden floor, Frank angrily questions why the short painter would do such a thing.

🌩️ “Don’t you remember what I told you? This equipment is fragile!”

💥 Meanwhile, Eddie notices something off, like a gut feeling demanding attention.

💥 Wally doesn’t shout out his fury; he taps his left foot, crosses his arms, and turns his head away from Frank.

💥 The gray grump could’ve escalated the situation further if it weren’t for Eddie asking to talk in the kitchen, far enough so Wally wouldn’t hear.

💥 In the solace of the organized kitchen, Eddie explains their friend is probably tired because of some work he’s done throughout the neighborhood.

🌩️ He knows because his mail route today let him catch glimpses of Wally.

💥 Frank, still annoyed at a lesser degree, understands he shouldn’t overwhelm the artist.

💥 The duo finally return to Wally, and Frank apologizes.

💥 Even with the small darling accepting the apology, he keeps carrying an upset mood, prompting the two taller friends to brainstorm solutions.

🌩️ It’s Eddie’s suggestion of a nap that they agree upon.

💥 A new goal in mind, the mailman sprints off to bring pajamas from Home while Frank takes care of Wally.

💥 The smart entomologist decides to try calming him down a bit with a glass of water.

💥 Strangely, Wally’s hands can’t properly grasp the cup, alerting Frank and moving his steady hands around the smaller ones.

🌩️ Now he’s sure Wally is regressing; he’ll have to tell Eddie when he gets back.

💥 Speak of the devil mailman, he nearly stumbles inside with a set of striped rainbow pajamas.

💥 Frank lets Wally change on his own in the bathroom, and uses the spare time to inform Eddie about the regression and what it is.

🌩️ With all this new info, Eddie takes it greatly with compassion and understanding.

💥 Out of the bathroom, Wally nearly squeaks in surprise as his mail carrier friend scoops him up like a baby.

🌩️ Despite his sour attitude, he goes limp and relishes the comforting presence.

💥 They go to Frank’s bedroom, where both newly-made caregivers tuck the little under the yellow sheets.

💥 Eddie almost asks Frank if he has any books for a bedtime story, when Wally tugs at his friends’ hands.

💥 Both of them get the hint, joining their tiny darling under the covers, and cuddling their baby.

💥 Not long after, the trio fall asleep in a warm embrace, Wally between Frank and Eddie, the two he’ll proudly call his caregivers.

[horrendous-bisexual-showdown]

Poll 4

Solveig (She/Her) by @spellinwaiting

Why Should Your OC Win?

her life is so fucking hard she needs to win something just once

What is Your OC Like?

solveig is my tes oblivion oc and she has just SO many problems. imagine being severely mentally ill in a medieval fantasy setting with no access to proper mental health care. one time someone tried to mug her but then realized she had nothing and they felt so bad for her and the whole state she was in the mugger was like 'ok you need help' and became her friend. shes blessed to have an orc wife who loves her no matter how many times she sprints off into the woods in the midst of a manic episode. what else? she has a horse named 'horse' because she couldnt come up with anything better. she wants to be a heroic knight but is far better at killing people than saving them. her solution to most of her problems is to lie face down on the floor motionless for a while (also the picture is done by my friend whose url is @symbie not by me, i hope thats alright, also i put that here cause i didnt know where else to)

Chester Wayne Mallory (He/Him) by @liliflower137

Why Should Your OC Win?

Now at first glance Chester seems like he's on top of things. A talented inventor and programmer, a successful streamer, a husband and kids.

But even at the best of times he's an anxiety ridden mess, and while he would never do anything behind his husband's back he's still not immune to swooning over a hothot man

He's terrible at making decisions, his memory is a mess, and his empty nest syndrome is so bad he basically stole a kid once. And on top of everything, his last name means "an unfortunate person"

Plus there was that time he got trapped in a video game while live on twitch and died like 3 times. So embarassing.

Why not give him a win? He could use the self confidence boost!

What is Your OC Like?

Chester Mallory is a kind very family oriented man who gets attacked to people quickly. He tends to show his love through offering food, so his friends often have fridges full of his leftover spicy noodles.

His entire extended family consists of serial adopters, so his family reunions consists of lots and lots of found families

He lost his right arm in a terrible accident but taught himself to build his own prosthetic purely because he thinks the industry around prosthetics is bullshit

His friends tend to get pretty chaotic which usually leads to him playing the straight man and having to go take a nap after, but he still loves them more than anything, and would do anything to protect them all, especially his best buddies Boris and Malcom.

If you'd like to read about him, his story is "Something New" in the Hlvrai tag of ao3! His AU is called eternal stream! (The picture of him was drawn by @year2000electronics)

[oberthinkin]

i have a suggestion if thats ok! rook caregiving for epel, fluffy preferred!! or malleus caregiving sebek, and comforting him? up to you, ofc! i have a few more twst ideas actually, if youd like to hear. no pressure to write them or anything!

minty anon or applesauce anon, whichever you prefer to call me '^^

Hi applesauce anon!! I did Epel and Rook playing! Epel gives me lowkey pet regressor vibes, so I decided to write fluffy stuff about a common occurrence when Epel gets zoomies!

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"Rook... Are you busy?" Epel began texting, pausing as he saw the three dots immediately, showing Rook had read his message.

"Non, not at the moment, why?"

"I'm feeling small. Zoomies."

"!!! I am on my way!"

Epel rolled over in bed, wiggling and ruffing into his pillow excitedly! He can't wait to play with Rook! Rook can be a little bossy, but Rook also lets him play tag and wrestle and playfight and all sorts of fun things! Playing is more fun with someone anyways!

Rook agreed to help Epel when he was small, and while that mainly meant keeping the little one out of trouble when he was small and feisty, making sure he went to bed on time, and making sure he ate, it also meant playing with the little boy when he got zoomies. Rook especially likes that Epel has so much energy when small, content to sprint around the front gates, empty sports field, and any unbusy place where they wouldn't get in trouble. It means that tag would never get old for the little one-- especially not when Rook introduces a keep away aspect with a ball or stick, the two chasing after each other like mad!

Whenever Epel got tired, they'd take a break and sit for a bit, Rook handing Epel a water bottle, a fruit-snack pouch, and some beef jerky to snack on while Rook asked the little boy what game he wants to play next, 'who's ball is that-- is it his? Is it Epel's ball? Hmm? Is it?' And riling up the little into yet another case of zoomies! These zoomies, however, are spent getting the little one corralled back into his room for some games that will calm him down.

Epel flops down on his sheets, panting as he squeezes his ball in his hands, before Rook tucks a stuffie under his arms instead, grabbing the ball before it pops and setting it aside. Rook sits down at Epels desk, working on homework while Epel catches his breath, and shifts into squeezing the stuffed animal, stretching, and enjoying his semi-nap before dinner time.

Rook boops the little boy's nose as he gently rises him an hour before dinner. If he wants, before they have to go, they have just enough time to play with some toy motorcycles or for the little one to colour something. Rook even offers the little boy to use some stickers to decorate whatever he'd like.

Epel sits criss-cross on the floor, on a small carpet, while Rook watches, praising Epel for his masterful use of colours and expressionism! Such an artisté!

Rook always makes sure to tell Epel he had fun taking care of and playing with him, and that if Epel wants to play again, he's always a text away!

[safetycar-restart]

Ok ok ok

Pierre did so well in the sprint (I locked myself in the bathroom to watch the last two laps so I was not interrupted) and he did it at a track that is so emotional for him every weekend.

Everyone is celebrating with him and for him, and he’s hugged by all the team and his friends and he has a huge smile and he is so so so so so happy. He’s glowing, it almost doesn’t matter what his result is on Sunday, what he did in the sprint is going to lift him and have him walking on clouds.

But you know Pierre. He has to come down eventually, and you’re ready to catch him when he does. As soon as he’s alone with you, he just sort of sighs really heavily and then he’s crying. They’re good tears, of course they are, but he’s so overcome with emotion and you’re safe so he can let them out with you. He is so happy and he’s hugging you and somehow you end up on the couch with his head in your lap and you’re stroking his hair as he naps. And when he wakes up you two are going to have a little mini celebration and as soon as the weekend is over you’re flying to whatever tropical location Pierre has chosen for the break and you’re going to pamper each other for at least two straight weeks.

Everyone look at the amazing thoughts my sub has!! I love this, it's so sweet and also so soft.

So firstly, of course Pierre is so happy when he gets that podium. He truly didnt expect it at all, but honestly he really needed it. He had been working so hard and been through so much and to see it finally show at a weekend that was already so emotionally charged? He needed that. He really did.

And I actually think he might avoid you at first? He's so overwhelmed with emotions and even though he's so happy, he also knows that it'll come crashing down soon. And he especially knows that he'll break when he gets alone with you. He can hide his emotions very well, just refuse to feel things, but he can't do that when he's with you.

At first you're confused when Pierre doesn't hug you immediately, but then he glances at you and shakes his head a little bit, and you realise what's happened. You get it then.

He just wants to enjoy the happiness for a little bit before it all comes cashing down, so you give him that.

You stand a bit further back and watch him celebrate with his team, watch him take pictures and cheer and get hugged by every team member. He's happier than you've seen him in a long time.

He celebrates with the team and goes through interviews on a high, barely able to stop smiling. After media, it's time for a few more pictures and then he's finally finished with it all.

He takes your hand the moment it's over and takes you to his driver room. He closes the door behind you two and locks it, not wanting anyone else to see this.

He sits down on the little couch, rests his head in his hands and just takes a few breaths. You don't sit down, knowing that he'll tell you when he wants you. He just needs a moment to sit down and breath for a little bit on his own.

But he needs you to be there. He would feel too lost and vulnerable if you weren't there. He just needs you with him.

And then when he's ready, he stands up and just sighs.

You open your arms and he steps right in, resting against your shoulder and holding you tight. He breathes for a few more seconds and then the tears start.

He cries for a good while, and to be honest he's not even entirely sure what he's crying about. He's happy, he knows he is. But the entire weekend has always been very emotional and his team has been given him so much stress and now he's gotten a sprint podium and it's all just a little too much.

You don't say anything, just holding him close and letting him cry it out. Pierre feels a lot of emotions very intensely, and you've learned that sometimes what he needs from you is a safe space to feel them, not any advice or to be asked to talk. He just needs to feel.

When he stops crying, his grip on you lessens but he leans against you more, letting you take more of his weight. So you gently lead him back to the couch, sitting down and directing him to lay with his head on your lap.

That's how his trainer finds you two an hour later.

[thewriterowl]

Ms. Owl I had a strange dream about the blooms au.

So Anakin, Din, and Grogu from the beginning of the story back when everyone hated Luke time travels to the end of the story, where Luke is being treated with the love and respect he deserves (after he wakes up and has his emotional talk with his husband and dad).

So they appear and Luke sees them, while confused at first because they were supposed to be in a meeting right now, and Grogu was supposed to be napping, goes over to greet them, asking what's going on.

He refers to Anakin as his father, and past Anakin, and Din go off on him. Future Anakin senses Luke's distress, turns to Din and is all "Something's wrong with Luke" they cut the meeting short and sprint towards the garden, where Luke is at.

When they get there they see two figures acting hostile towards Luke and scream at the two to get away from Luke. The two figures turn to look and they see themselves.

.......then I woke up.....

What do you think would happen in this situation Ms. Owl?

Oooh! Ok, I haven't answered a Blooms question in a bit. First, I love to hear you had a dream about it XD that is fun! But the idea that there is a time jump and the Anakin and Din maybe right before or right after the valley-incident appear and are just hateful and cruel to Luke, not knowing anything, and Luke, who is so traumatized by all that has happened, is just tearing up and panicked and thinking everything has been a lie and they really do hate him and now has to leave and is just shutting down...

Only to have another Din and Anakin appear It would be pandemonium. No one would really know or understand what to do. Anakin(s) would due to their power and knowledge--but they're Anakin so they are temperamental and a bit stupid. The up-to-speed Anakin and Din would scoop Luke up and just be ready to kill these imposters, thinking this was a trick to try and steal Luke and break their family apart but they are really exactly like them. Luke probably is the one who is all, "uhm...they have your exact same Force presences...I think they are you??" And then some discussions must be had. Before-Anakin and Din would just be so confused to see that Luke is being coddled and adored so much and worry that there is some love-curse or something over them. Now, how this fully goes...it would be a big cycle of anger and yelling and distrust because they are hella stubborn. Anakin would be weary but a bit more curious when he's told this is his son, that his child survived, but unable to accept it given the weirdness of the situation but is willing to listen. Din is just thinking this other Din is a traitor or something. But, of course, Luke will be Luke (and Blooms-Luke at that) and win him over and soften him up eventually. It would just be such a huge headache for everyone else.

Omera sees all four of them and turns around, "On vacation. Don't bother me until it's figured out." Cause, no. She's not going through THAT.

Paz is so mad she called dibs on vacation first cause now he has to stick around and deal with this.

[ayliamc]

Italia

Days 0 & 1 - Planes, Trains, and Penises

Steps walked: 23,230

Flights climbed: 11

Vehicles ridden: 7

Points of interest visited: 1

Lemons spotted: Yes.

When you have a one hour layover in Montreal, and your flight to Montreal is delayed half an hour, you’re starting your trip with what I like to call a “cinched sphincter”.

Long story short, we made it. One uneventful three hour flight to Montreal (PLANE #1) led us to sprint thru the Canadian airport and find ourselves tucked onto an eight hour flight to Roma* (PLANE #2) where we got priority served some surprisingly yummy vegan dinners with an equally surprising complimentary wine. Some movies and some sleep later we had a significantly less satisfying breakfast before landing on time in Rome.

Planes: ✔️

Our TRAIN #1 got us from the airport into Rome proper where we hopped onto our TRAIN #2 with about five minutes to spare. A two hour trip to Napoli had me napping uncomfortably and waking up in a significantly more unpleasant mood thanks to a little bitch I’ve named “Hunger”. By now it was 1pm local time, our bodies thought it was 7am, and we’d had naught by a lousy dry muffin on the plane, some oversteeped bitter tea, and jackshit for lunch. And we still had to get onto TRAIN #3 which would at last take us to our final destination… for the moment…: Pompei.

Despite paying for Dan’s phone to be useable abroad, we had apparently already exceeded a limit we didn’t know existed which forced us after some scrambling to navigate to our hotel the old fashioned way: looking at street signs and a map. All accompanied, don’t forget, by Hunger, whom nobody likes.

Then naturally no one was at the very small little BnB we had booked so we had to contact someone to let us in, who assured us they would be there in 5-10 minutes. In Italian that translates to, “at least ten minutes.” (I’m learning that they live at a different pace than I do, the Italians. Much less concern with “getting there”, ‘twould seem after my whole half day of observation.)

Anyway it’s all well and good. Our BnB is a quintessentially classic little European building which makes the contrast of minimalist modern interior design particularly amusing. But it’s clean and close to the ruins, which is the goal.

Not the immediate goal though. That’s food.

I found a restaurant .07 miles away that claimed to have options “vegano” and after an initial paralyzing fear that I’d chosen the wrong restaurant due to the screaming baby behind us, they left almost immediately leaving us the whole place to ourselves.

We gorged ourselves on fresh pasta with mushrooms and garlic, paid quickly, and booked it to the ruins for our four o’clock tour.

Our poor guide had to do the whole tour in both English and Spanish which was a little bit of a bummer for us but still filled with lots of info about the ruins and also a hilariously stereotypical Italian interaction with our guide. “Ok, so-a here-a we-a have-a the penis-a arrow-a…”

You get the idea.

And yes, now you mention it, so many dicks in Pompei. Brothels with rooms dedicated to particular sex positions (indicated by the incredibly preserved illustrations above each room), dicks carved into the roads pointing the direction to the brothels for sailors who just came to port, dick illustrations in lieu of street names.** And lots of stories of orgies in the homes there as well. Free love was rampant in the Roman Empire. Also sacrifice and slavery and sewage running ankle deep in the streets which led to raised sidewalks and raised crosswalks.

‘Twas incredible to see how well preserved many of these structures are. Still vibrant with color, reliefs still in great condition, original tile floors… I mean I couldn’t believe how much of what we saw was original. And still more is being excavated all the time! What else will they uncover?

We saw a few molds of the bodies. It’s hard to imagine how terrifying that ordeal must have been. Hopefully it was fast for everyone.

We wandered around for over two hours and barely made a dent in the park, but we were rapidly fading from human to spirit, alive to dead, and it was time to go home.

We stopped at a grocery store and immediately realized we had no idea what to buy, and couldn’t read Italian ingredients anyway. So after wandering around like ghosts for five minutes we bought juice then left.

The place we stopped at for dinner was … adequate. Would not recommend but it did in a pinch. We got some bland food to go and ate it in silence in our hotel room, counting down the minutes until we could shower in our doorless-hotel-shower and pass out.

Which is what I’m about to do now.

*why on earth do we give proper nouns different names in English? Why do we say Florence when we could say Firenze? Why do we say Naples when we could say Napoli? I’ve been in Italy for less than a day and I’m already irritated by this.

** Pompei was a trade town and people spoke many different languages including but not limited to Greek and Latin. So street names were not a good universal way to identify an address. Instead, they used symbols and imagery. We saw a sun, a face, and — yes — a dick.

[cordeliaflyte]

Ok. Class starts in 20 minutes. This is not a gruelling class I can do class. Then, however, I have to sprint across town to have a tutorial with a world famous academic who I've spoken to once one on one and who I know to be harsh. And the tutorial will be about the really horrible 3k stream of consciousness I submitted instead of a full first draft of a 5k essay. Like she will not be pleased. And I do not know what to do. And because I had a lie in I will not have time to eat until after my tutorial. So during the tutorial and class I will be dying of hunger and my stomach will be playing the imperial march. Then I should really really do work but I cannot stress enough how my brain seems incapable of performing its basic functions. It's like it's melting it is actually so bad even worse than usual. WHATEVER. After I get yelled at, which hopefully won't make me cry, I might honestly take a nap I am SO going through it. Then I shall have a nice dinner and then go to the theatre to see my friend's play. And then go to bed. And tomorrow the plan is to go to the farmer's market (I haven't been in so long due to the malaise) and then go to the library and like. Extensively plan an essay I will be writing Sunday. And hopefully also work on the OTHER essay and do reading about another essay yet. Guys I am so :(