#i have no choice but to be under his plan lmfao

[celestie0]

i wanna write a fake dating gojo fic so bad idk i was thinking something like reader's mom is sick n needs hospice care but her health insurance is ass so she asks gojo (maybe he's her neighbor) to marry her bc he has better health insurance than her lol n then he can add her mom to his list of dependents for better healthcare (lmfao i just realized how absurd this might sound to anyone who isn't american hahah)

but anyways they have to live together n convince the court that they're actually in love n it's not just for the benefits✋🏼😔 maybe the city's judge is reader's ex n he's super jealous of gojo for (allegedly) being married to her now so he's tryna gather evidence that their marriage is void hahaha

[blkkizzat]

ꨄ︎『Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader』ꨄ︎

Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader

18+ Minors - DNI

Summary: You shouldn't have left your phone out in the open bestie because now Toji just discovered his cute lil gf has a big slutty imagination and that means you're really in for it ❤︎ . CW: daddy/dilf kinks, humiliation, backshots, outdoor sex, toys, voyerism, breeding, overstimulation, lots of mentions of various kinks, light spanking, light spit play, meta concepts WK: 4.2k Black fem reader coded but no descriptors.

A/N: Y’all can blame my forgetting to take my adhd meds and my hangover yesterday for this one. I was laying on my bathroom floor regretting life choices, waiting on McDs Doordash and thinking up outlines for kinktober when this popped into my head. I thought it would be a quick drabble like 1k words to help my writers block with the "Bumpy Ride" Geto fic but lord knows I can't write shit under 3k, who am I foolin? I don’t even have a song inspo for how spontaneous and random this shit was lmfao but I still had to do a graphic for this one regardless (editing those notifications were hell). Edit- I lied the song inspo is: Girls Need Love Remix - Summer Walker ft. Drake.

Enjoy!

Imagine you are dating Toji and he finds out you secretly write Tumblr smut fics on the low. 

He comes over to your apartment one night after one of his ‘jobs’ ran late. He has a key, but is wondering where the hell you are as you usually greet him at the door. Going into your bedroom, he finally hears you in adjoining bathroom shower. 

Toji begins to strip down in order to join you but he barely has his shirt off before he notices your phone blowing up. 

Picking your phone up off the bed he sees 206 notifications from an app called “Tumblr”. 

Toji has no fucking clue what the hell a Tumblr is but his jealously starts to soar. He already made your ass go private on Instagram and deleted your Tiktok dances. He got tired of threatening every loser who tried to slide in your DMs or even leave a comment for that matter. 

Imagine his surprise when he unlocks your phone (of course he had made you give him the password) and instead he finds out his new vanilla-as-fuck girlfriend is actually a kinky cockwhore who loves writing character x reader stories about fictional men plugging any n' every one of her holes. Sometimes it was multiple men simultaneously, with their massive cocks bullying your readers until you had them crying. Not to mention them fucking you absolutely stupid in every scenario imaginable, with a huge daddy kink/love of dilfs to top it all off. 

Y/N clearly has type, Toji thought smugly as he saw some art on your page of these animated dilfs that looked similar to him.

But goddamn, some of this shit even he hasn’t considered doing with you yet. Honestly, he’s been holding himself back for your sake as you had been pretty shy at first. His sweet naive little college girl, yet here you were a filthy closeted slut this entire time. 

Tsk, Y/N been holding out on me, eh?

At this point you were probably a bigger freak than he was, he mused with an arched brow as he scrolled through what you called your ‘masterlist’.

It was nothing but a collection of pure unadulterated filth. 

More than anything though while going through your Tumblr, Toji is rather impressed at how popular you are. He reads your intro post where you deem yourself the ‘Self-proclaimed DILF Smut Queen’ and an evil grin appears on his face.

Toji abandons his plans to join you in the shower and he waits for you on your bed while he links-surfs through more of your so-called fics, drabbles and thirsts.

You made your own little pictures to go along with your dirty stories too? Aw, what a sneaky yet talented little whore he had. 

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When you finally exit the shower, wrapped only in a big fluffy white towel and your hair pulled back into a ponytail, you are surprised to see Toji sitting shirtless on your bed. 

Toji had promised to be here hours ago. He never even sent a text saying he would be late and you’ve been bored waiting for him all evening so he could give you some of the attention you've been craving. 

Your body is already warm from the shower and your legs rub together as you are already feeling a bit horny just seeing him bare chested.

Walking toward the bed you are eager to go pounce on his lap. That is, until you see it’s your phone he’s scrolling through again without your permission.

You loudly sigh which made his head snap up to look at you.

You’re so ready to tell him off again and remind him your Insta is still private and you only use TikTok to mindlessly scroll, not post dance videos anymore when gives you a dangerous look.

You stop dead in your tracks.

Your eyes grow wide as saucers as you recognize what he’s actually looking at when waves your phone around tauntingly in his hands. 

No.No.No. Not this. Please god, not this!

But your worst fears are confirmed when he starts reading aloud with a huge shit eating grin. 

“You moaned loudly as you threw your head back and bucked against him hungrily. You knew you had to finish quickly unless you wanted his wife to come home to discover the babysitter on top of her husband, making a mess all over his face. His thick tongue lapped into your drenched folds and he spread your puffy pussy lips wider to suck and nip at your swollen clit….” 

Your mouth was agape in shock. You were a deer in headlights.

A million and one thoughts raced through your mind as Toji continued on. He swiped over to the next one, this time a daddy and breeding kink drabble.

“Or how ‘bout… ‘Take it all like the good little slut you are for daddy, Y/N’. ‘N-No daddy, please I can’t cum anymore!’ You babbled as you succumbed to the overstimulation of him ruthlessly breeding your stretched cunt and filling you as you squirted on his dick for the fifth time that night…” 

You could only continue to stand there and gawk at him. This couldn’t actually be happening to you right now.

“Ya really wrote all this nasty shit, Y/N?” Toji teased while still looking at your phone as he found more of your filthy smut to read aloud to you despite the horrified expression on your face.

You of course had written all that ‘nasty shit’ but most of it was before you started dating him, breaking a long dry spell.

You really weren’t one to run the streets and sleep around but you had some kinky ass fantasies and you not getting any action had you needing to express them somehow.

It’s not like you didn’t eventually plan to open up and share a few of your kinks with Toji down the line. But this was a relatively new relationship and Toji was still a bit intimidating to you. Even though Toji treated you with way more care and concern than he did anyone else you’ve seen him interact with, you still had an insecure fear that he would reject you for a few of your kinks. 

Your last boyfriend had called you a weirdo for wanting to call him daddy in bed, so you resolved then to no longer share that part of you.

Hell, not even your IRL friends knew what you got up to. Only the Tumblr followers and moots, who you all shared peaceful anonymity with, were familiar with you and your writing.

Fuck. You had finally found the perfect DILF daddy too, you didn't want to scare him away. 

You cursed yourself for even opening Tumblr earlier. You did so out of restlessness waiting on his ass to come over. You just were going to read a few fics before you realized you had a story in your drafts you never posted that just needed to be proofread.

Wanting to kill time you decided to edit and post it on a whim, not knowing the mess it would be getting you into now. 

“Earth to, Y/N.” Toji snapped his fingers, interrupting your thoughts.

"Where did my perverted baby’s little mind go off to now, huh? So obsessed with being ruined by imaginary cocks you can’t even respond to your own daddy.”

You could have combusted on the spot as you were sure there was more steam coming off you from embarrassment than from the hot shower you had just taken. 

But wait– wtf, your frazzled mind just connected the fact Toji had referred to himself as your daddy. 

Those words sinking in made your entire body tingle. Your pulse quickened as you chewed your bottom lip and fidgeted with the edge of your towel.

Was he also into this?

The fact was Toji was very into this and you were about to find out just how much he was.

Enjoying your reactions fully, Toji stood up and made his way toward you with a crazed look on his face.

“You’ve written 96 pieces of filth Y/N…”

He inched closer and you instinctively moved back. Every fiber of your body sensing the danger in front of you. You wondered if this is how the targets of his ‘jobs’ felt when he approached them. Toji never lied to you about what he did for work but you never felt like you were his prey, until now.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, have you nothing to say for y’erself, princess?” 

“I-I-I-”, you stumble over your own words. This was all way too much, way too fast, for you to process in order to say anything coherent back to him.

“I-I-I-” Toji mocked your pathetic tone, an evil grin back on his face. 

“Lost your words, Y/N?”

Your body instinctively keeps moving back to keep distance between the two of you as he continues to advance on you.

“But you have so many words to say here, isn’t that right slut?”

Toji toyed with your phone in his hand, spinning it around.

“Slut. That’s what you liked to be called in these stories, eh? The dirty slutty whore with a sloppy cunt just ready to slime all over her daddy’s cock, yeah?”

You gulped as your back hit the glass of your bedroom balcony door with a ‘thud’. You had no more room to run while Toji closes in on you.

He pressed both of his massive hands against the glass as they framed your head, his body hovering over you. You couldn’t help but notice how much bigger than you he was as his frame enveloped you and blocked out the rest of the room. You were trapped.

Too nervous to look him in the eyes, you settled for his chest and Toji’s muscles flexed tantalizingly under your gaze. You lost yourself for a moment as the familiar scent of his heady masculine musk invaded your senses.

Your eyes roamed lower and lower before resting on the bulge beneath his sweats and you softly pant. 

“You’re staring at my dick like you want me to stuff that pretty little throat cunny of yours full. You aren’t making good use of your mouth right now anyway Y/N, might as well see how much of me it can fit.”

You looked away from him completely but that only ignites Toji's flames more.

“Look me in the eyes little girl...” Toji’s hand roughly grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks together as he brought his face closer to yours.

“This shy act won’t cut it anymore, slut.”

His intensity was overwhelming you. Various emotions threaten to bubble to the surface as you squirm in his grasp and your eyes become glossy with tears.

“You didn’t think you finally had a man who would be into this wild ass shit, now did you?”

You wanted to question him further but you felt your gravity shift as the balcony door whipped open behind you. Toji ripped off the towel covering you as you practically tumbled backwards onto the small landing buttass naked.

The crisp fall night air hits your dampened skin giving you goosebumps. You shiver and immediately drop down in a crouch to cover yourself. 

“T-Toji!! Are you insane?!” You gasped at him in a hushed tone, your silence finally broken. 

Promptly, you scan the seemingly deserted neighborhood streets through the railing for any sign of movement or signal that someone else was outside.

To your relief there was no one in sight.

Thankfully this was a relatively quiet neighborhood and no one was ever really out at this time of night. Nevertheless the shock of it all was sending your nerves into overdrive.

“Toji my ass bitch. It’s daddy to you moving forward–,” he roared jerking you up off the ground, “–and we are going to do every single fucking thing your slutty mind has ever fucking written starting NOW.” 

Your eyes darted as around him if you wanted to run back inside but there was no getting past his brutish build as he quickly slammed the door shut, shaking the frame.

Frankly, you didn’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified as you had written some depraved ass shit over the past year in the midst of your cockdrought. Some of it you had never even seriously thought of actually doing IRL. 

“Let’s start right ‘ere, eh? Did you think I wouldn’t notice the description of the place in your little balcony story matched your own?” 

Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as you recalled what you wrote in that particular smut fic.

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“A-AH! N-NOOO TOJI, W-WAIIIIIIIT!” You whined through gritted teeth. 

You tried (and failed) not to release any noises from the unrelenting backshots Toji was currently giving you as he folded you over the balcony railing. The tips of your toes barely rested on the cold floor as your ass bounced back into him and had your clit throbbing when his heavy balls smacked against the sensitive nub.

You had previously only fantasized about Toji being this rough with you, but now that it was actually happening for real you couldn’t think straight. Your lungs burned from sucking in the frosty night air and your cunt pulsed from his thick girth stretching you open. 

Shockwaves ran along your body with every cruel thrust of his hips. The force of it reduced your legs to jelly and you were sure you would have collapsed had he not had you suspended like you were, between him and the railing. 

Toji seemed both unfazed by the cold and your cries for mercy as he shushed you with a harsh spank. He enjoyed the way your fat ass rippled under his heavy hand in the moonlight so much he gave you a few more for good measure.

Your tits violently swayed over the edge as one of your hands grasped the railing for stability and the other held your phone in front of you. Toji was making you dictate your story for him as he reenacted the play by play assault on your cunt.  

The bright screen you held was near blinding to your teary eyes. You mentally cringed as you knew it would act as a shiny beacon to view your activities if anyone walked by the small apartment complex or hell, even stepped out on their balcony. 

“T-Toj- Daddy, w-what ‘bout– neigh-h-b-bor-s?”

You managed to croak out over the sloshing of your cunt and slapping sounds of flesh that echoed into the atmosphere everytime he rammed into you. You couldn’t bear to look around to see if any of your neighbors had started to investigate.

“Pshhh, Fuck your neighbors Y/N! They clearly don’t have a cockcrazed baby to please that writes dirty little stories about imaginary men like I do.”

If you didn’t know better you would think he was actually jealous of the DILFs in your stories too from the way he was sadistically fucking into you. 

His thrusts caused your icy tears to run down your face and sent your tits bouncing into the wind. Your cold and neglected nipples hardened in the chill to the point of delicious pain.

“B-but- it's too c-cold out D-Daddy!”

“Mmn, yet your pussy feels warm enough, Y/N. Too hot even. This is for your benefit, you know–,” Toji stated matter-of-factly while he increases the speed his pounding into you, “–So you remember you have your own Daddy who will fuck you anyway you want, anytime you want…just, fuck, tell Daddy what his slutty baby needs.”

The way his hips are driving into your core knocks the wind out of you. Toji tightens the already brutal grip on your hips which assists him in pressing deeper into your cunt. The movement has you almost slipping. You nearly drop your phone off the balcony when your toes stepped in the growing pool of shared juices flowing down your legs and collecting at your feet.

“Hold that shit tight for daddy baby, got it? You drop it and we gotta start over, yeah? I’ll make you walk downstairs ass naked just like this to get it too,” Toji breathed out huskily. 

You realize you’ve never heard him sound this needy before now.

“What’s next, in y’er lil’ story huh?… Speak up so I can hear it over this messy cunt.” 

There was an edge of desperation for you clear in his tone. Although to your dismay it causes your body to gush around him harder meaning you would have to speak up even louder as your pussy squelches grew more vulgar in volume. 

You nearly shouted out the next part groaning and mixing in incoherent babbles throughout the smut filled paragraph as Toji doesn't slow to help you. If anything Toji picks up speed and grows even harder inside of you as he's encouraged by his baby's filthy words.

“...H-he- lifts your leg, r-resting your knee on the edge of the bal-c-cony. T-T-The angle allows h-him, fuck, deeper access to your c-cunt. Ah-h-h-a clear view of his c-cock badgering your core f’er a-anyone who happens to p-pass belowwww-ohmygod. Y-you seeeeee s-stars as he callously s-slams into your c-cervix, shitshitshit, n-nearly fa-fa-fucking you off the balcony if not for his s-strong hold on youuuu–ah. Y-you violently t-tremble as you c-cum s-screamiiiiing, not fuckdaddyfuckkkk, caring if your n-neighbors could s-see or h-hear you any l-longer.”

“HA! Is that so–” Toji lifts your leg just like you wrote in your fic, “–guess I am gonna to have to keep fucking this tight cunt until you no longer give a fuck about anything else but this dick, eh?”

You hear what sounds like a door slide open near you and you begin to whine about your neighbors again before Toji jerks your head back by your ponytail to whisper in your ear. 

“I wouldn’t worry that nasty, pretty little head of yours about these neighbors babydoll…” 

The new angle allows Toji to bury himself deeper into you just like you told in your story and his tip hits your cervix so hard you think he might actually penetrate. 

“...if I were you Y/N... I would think about how daddy’s needy lil whore is gonna make it through an entire day of classes tomorrow with clamps on your nipples and a remote control vibrator up your cunt.”

He licked the side of your face and spit in your mouth before carelessly pushing your head back. You loudly moaned as his bruising grip returned to your meaty hips as his nonstop aggressive assault on your cunt proceeds.

You feel yourself getting close, your eyes rolled back into your head and drool seeped down the corners of your mouth. You cursed your weakness for this shit as you felt yourself give into the pleasure. You surprise even yourself as you never actually thought this kinda sex could be so fucking good you wouldn’t care about shit else for real. 

“Goddamn mamas, squeezing me so hard–” Toji’s hips snapped into you with every syllable, his voice becoming more animalistic, “–you want me to fill this pussy up? Mmm, I fucking know you do the way she’s milking me. Fuck, might even put a baby in you, give ‘gumi a sibling. We won’t be able to do some of that kinky shit you wrote unless I knock a baby up in this cunt, ya know.”

Of course, Toji being the sexy ass DILF straight out of your dreams would love breeding kinks too.

His ramblings cause you to tighten and clench around him even more. You’ve wanted to beg for him like this since you first started dating. Just thinking of the words spilling out of your mouth nearly pushed you over the edge.

You were so close to release.

“I-Inside me D-Daddy pleasepleaseplease!,” you slobbered out, struggling to make sentences from all the pleasure within you.

“F-fill me– fill me D-Daddy, knock this tight little cunt up, w-want it– want it– w-want it–!!!”

Your voice caught in your throat and you nearly choked once you felt your peak hit. Your pussy sent tremors around his dick as you creamed around him. You can't think of anything else but him inside of you.

You just came but Toji allowed you no rest. He still pummeled inside you as he chased his own high and slurred vulgar curses of praise for his pretty lil’ whore's dirty mind, while planning the next debaucherous smut for you both to reenact.

“Ya think it's too late now f’er prime next day delivery for those toys, baby? Fuck, look that up while y’er still holding that phone.”

You didn’t even realize you still had your phone in your hand but were just thankful you didn’t drop yet. You didn't think it would survive the fall.

Groaning you tried to rally the strength to even lift the phone to face unlock when you locked eyes with someone below. You instantly recognized the person as the elderly woman with the flower garden from down the street.

The old lady had always been very kind to you, making pleasant conversation, offering you fresh flowers for your kitchen and praising you for how reminded her of her own sweet young daughter at your age. 

Unfortunately for you both, she was casually walking her two mini poodles when her eyes were affronted with you practically hanging off the balcony. A blissed out expression plastered across your face while Toji held you, battering your slick pussy full of his thick cock.

The old woman’s eyes widened in terror as if she actually witnessed a crime scene as she panicked, yanking her two dogs away swiftly back in the direction of her home. You knew you would have to take the long way home from now on.

Nevertheless Toji, who was none the wiser and wouldn’t give a single fuck regardless, merely continued planning out your next smut fic enactment.

“Nah fuck it, we’re going to the library tomorrow. See how many pages you can read of that dull ass biology book while y’er warming my cock... Tch, or should we do the one where y’er fucking the coach in the men’s locker room, whacha think baby?”

"Hmmmnmmrgh", you could only moan in reply.

You were already near hyperventilating from your own climax, the shame of now having to avoid your neighbor for life and Toji’s fiery body creating a storm of friction clashing with the freezing temperatures.

But your senses were now wholly overloaded once you felt him reach down to pinch and rub at your clit. 

“Cum again with Daddy baby, shit, can ya do that f’er me?” Toji sounded like he was close and he slapped your clit even harder causing you to scream out.

Cockdrunk and overstimulated you could no longer communicate as your entire body felt like it was an extension of your pussy. The thick fluids flowing out of your body increased the sizable puddle already at your feet. You utterly surrendered to the feeling and your body wrecked with pleasure electrifying you. 

You almost blackout as you feel his cock bust hot seed into your tummy melting your insides and causing you to cum all over again.

"Fuck, that’s it, take it all. Can't wait to see this belly and these tits full mama."

The aftershock of your orgasm feels near endless as Toji continues to fuck thick ropes of his cum into you. 

Losing track of time you weren’t sure how long it was before Toji finally pulled out and took you off the railing. Holding on to you so you can balance and turning you to face him he places you down on your unsteady feet. You immediately bury your head into his chest as his heat envelops your cold skin. Your breathing finally starts to calm in his embrace. 

“So good f’er daddy babygirl,” he murmurs into your hair, savoring your scent.

“Warm bath, yeah?”

“Sure, but you gotta carry me daddy.”

You yawned while Toji’s already lifting you princess style in his strong arms. You were exposed still in the night but at the same time you have never felt safer. 

You curl further into his warmth as he kisses your forehead and finally brings you back inside.

Once inside the bathroom Toji sets you down on the edge of the tub while the water runs and he leaves to grab some fresh towels.

You can’t help but feel euphoric as you smiled to yourself. You are too giddy!

You finally have the DILF daddy you always wanted and could be open about your kinks without any judgment. 

However your mood shifts when Toji returns. You give him an incredulous look as you see your pink waterproof vibrator in his hands. 

Toji turns it on and saunters over to you, his scar twisted into a devilish smirk.

“95 more fuckfics to go ma’, we don’t have time to waste…”

Fucking hell, you had entirely forgotten about the overstimulation in the bath drabble. 

You quiver in both anticipation and distress as you aren’t sure how your completely spent and nearly frozen body is gonna be able to cum four more times tonight. 

Could there ever be too much of a good thing?

You weren't sure what those limits were exactly.

“Ya know, Y/N–," Toji started slyly, interrupting your thought.

”If I hit up Shiu and you asked him nicely with that pretty lil' mouth, I’m positive he would be down for some double daddy Eiffel Tower action.”

However from the feral grin on Toji’s face he appeared determined to test those limits with you.

You could thank your Tumblr smut fics for that. 

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

A/N: I honestly have to say I am a bit impressed with myself as I’ve never finished a story in one day before ever (although it took most of today to proofread and I still think there might be errors soz). Hopefully this is a good sign for powering through those Kinktober fics once classes start up again this Weds. Also If there is any interest possibly a PT 2 after Kinktober featuring a threesome with Shiu at his office.

Edit: errors/grammar fixed as of 9/26.

This one goes out to all of us dilf smut queens who simp Toji ❤︎

Please reblog to have DILF Daddy Toji dick you down, but likes and comments are always appreciated just the same!

[paquerettexx]

sho haizono — morning warmth (one-shot)

you, who can not cook, attempts to prepare breakfast for sho. what could go wrong?

pairing: sho haizono / reader

tags: fluff, teasing sho to death lmfao

words: 811

[cross posted from ao3]

it was a perfect day albeit a little strange. sho was still sleeping when you woke up, and oddly enough, leo and alan were nowhere in sight. you turned to your right where sho laid sleeping and felt a smile creep up on your lips. he really wasn't one to sleep while it's dark out; he prefers to go to sleep when it's nearly dawn, when the sky is gradually turning blue from the pitch black darkness.

'he looks so peaceful.' you thought, eyes gazing over at his relaxed expression. he looks beautiful drowned by the blankets you cuddled under just last night. he looked so cozy that you couldn't dare wake him up. instead, you opted to lean in and place a chaste yet sincere kiss on his forehead before picking up after yourself to prepare for the morning.

a yawn and a stretch– with an invigorated burst, you started to wake yourself up and collect the ingredients to make breakfast in bed for sho. you weren't the very best at cooking yet with how much sho cooks for you, you thought it'd be best to give back to him somehow.

after weighing down your choices on what to prepare, you decided to settle with omelets. it's just an egg, right? how hard can it be?

alas, you're now on your fourth failed attempt of trying to shape the stubborn egg. who knew there were so many things to take into consideration? the heat of the pan, amount of oil, and even the egg mixture!

"oi, what're you doin' there?" sho's gruff voice snaps you back into reality as he stands by the door frame of the kitchen, scratching his head, and his expression in a deadpan. "you tryna cook for everyone in the dorm or what?"

though to others, he'd sound annoyed, you knew he was just confused. after all, you were looking panicked in the kitchen with four plates of failed omelet.

"i thought of cooking breakfast for you." you confessed since the cat's out of the bag anyway.

sho sighs and takes a step closer to you until you can feel him directly behind you, "what did i tell you? i said you don't ever have to cook with me around."

you'd laugh at sho's apprehension, finding his sleepy yet troubled mutterings adorable- though he'd never forgive you if you called him that!

"aww, i just wanted to cook for you." you replied, forming a little pout on your lips as you glanced back at him.

"fine, fine. if that's what you want." he nonchalantly caves in, maintaining his cool demeanor as he takes his place behind you.

he was close, too close though you'd never point it out knowing he'd be flustered and immediately back away. he was close enough for you to feel his breath by your hair and the warmth of his chest on your back. though sho, seemingly still sleepy, had other plans.

his hand held yours from behind; one guiding your grip on the pan, the other on the spatula as the egg on the pan started to form. his skilled hands holding yours guided you to shape the egg, telling you to manage the temperature of the stove as you basked in his warmth.

"woah, it didn't turn out shabby!" you exclaimed upon seeing him place the omelet on top of the rice you had prepared. "you're really good with your hands, huh?" you teased him all to see his flustered expression.

"you..." he grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes. instead of continuing, he adeptly changes the topic, "sorry for sleeping in, you must've been looking for breakfast." he mutters a quick apology.

he's always so nice and it never fails to make your heart flutter or make your stomach do flips. you shook your head, clarifying the misunderstanding, "i wanted to cook for you since you're always cooking for me."

for once, sho was taken aback; he froze in his spot and his cheeks became dusted with red.

"you don't have to do that for me." he muttered under his breath, trying to deflect the affection he was feeling.

"but i still want to try since sho-kun is such an inspiration when cooking~" you decided to tease him a little more to coax out more of his flustered habits like averting his eyes or picking up his utensils before setting it down and picking it up again. every single detail was charming and so, so endearing to you.

"thanks, i guess..." he grumbles, looking away as if extremely aware of the reddening tips of his ears which makes you chuckle.

"i miss the times you called me senpai." you decided to throw in another jab to tease him which makes him grumble under his breath even more, forcing another hearty chuckle from you.

"hmph- fine," sho huffs, "arigato, senpai.”

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— human reaction.

summary || ``you’re starting to wonder if attending work after your day-off was a mistake.``

pairing: 2012!loki x gn!scientist!reader song recommendations: tesseract - cix (p.s. check out seunghun on build-up rn!) lowercase is intended… part: 1/?

— themes and warning/s: open-ended, enemies to potential lovers (for sure, they will be lovers soon), NOT a stand-alone one shot ;) wink wink, bossy loki, y/n being somewhat a dumb human being (heroism)

— a/n: hi! back with another loki au this march and guys, this is not a phase– IT’S NOT A PHASE, MOM! (corny? i graduated with that course in the university of the cornyology – i’m not even done with g12 lmfao wtf am i saying) anywho, i miss him. i literally rewatched the avengers for him and i'm not even active w the mcu anymore. i actually have a lot of other pending drafts from my main acc (@mgnifiqueyoo - follow me there :3) and so many unfinished IMPORTANT work from real life but like i thought of a line and now, i just HAVE to write it or it's outta my head so here u go. lmao. enjoy!

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“... oh my god.”

that was all you could mutter under your breath the moment you saw the rest of your co-workers controlled by that thing the alien held in his palm. you didn’t show up to work yesterday since you were just taking the final steps in finishing that project of yours.

what was the project? the hypercryogenic station.

and now, after a long day of ignoring your texts and calls, you ended up going to work, which happened to be a terrible idea. better yet, a horrible mistake. “... excuse me?” you took small steps, nearing the towering male as he just stood still, not facing you. all of your friends were doing his commands without any questions and you knew that clint barton would never do any of this!

but he did anyway. and you had to know why.

“what did you do with them?” you asked, demanding for answers as you heard him let out an almost inaudible chuckle only to be followed by a deep, low snicker. the alien slowly turned around and looked you straight in the eye, sweat pouring down his face with a sharp glare while his teeth ground against each other.

he was just terrifying, how else could you leave the facility without getting killed?

“oh, is that supposed to matter?” the alien mocked, later glancing at the staff he held before looking back at you, his smirk disappearing little by little. “... you must be horrified, aren’t you?”

of course you were, who wouldn’t be horrified when they see something like this? 

but before he could even get closer to you, he suddenly stumbled. that wasn’t something you expected since you assumed that he was a powerful being out of this world after seeing that wardrobe choice but he showed… weakness? it’s hard not to take note of it for future purposes.

you then cleared your throat and asked, “are you okay?”

but he said nothing in return, tense and trembling with every step. he had a maniacal look on his face as if he couldn’t control his actions; he seemed like he was enduring something that was hurting him inside.

and that got you thinking what else was happening with the man in front of you. “so, that’s a no?” 

“you’re the expert,” he said, “you’re the one blessed with knowledge over what it is that’s happening to me now.”

you frowned. you definitely had no idea what was going on with him and you were planning on leaving him to himself when he surprisingly grabbed your wrist. “heal me,” he pleaded, breathing in and out rapidly as you felt the burning heat that surrounded his palm, which led to that moment of realization.

“i… i don’t know how–,” you were then cut-off by him tilting his head to the project: the hypercryogenic station. if you ever had a scanner around you, his heat signature would be all over the place because of how high his temperature was. “but the station hasn’t even been tested yet and it could be dangerous for you and for all of us!”

the alien shook his head frantically, not letting any excuses get into his way. “if you don’t help me right now…” his breath hitched as the tip of the scepter was pointed at your chest, right at your heart. “you won’t be living for long.”

and that made you take so many steps, assisting him in the station as you closed the door. “you can’t be in there for more than a minute, it’s highly dangerous and i’m telling you, we haven’t done any tests yet–”

“just begin with the process.” his voice had gotten lower, hoarser with every moment that passed as you felt your heart race quicker. you knew that if you made a mistake, somebody like barton would kill you; there was no way out.

so the gears started running and you watched how the glass windows of the station had fogged up. your life’s work was being used by an unknown entity who took over the minds of your co-workers. your friends.

you couldn’t help but cry silently, biting your nails while you stood a meter away from the finished project. how could a five-year plan get wasted? to this unreadable, tyrannic humanoid? you can’t even breathe well.

and once the process was done, the station’s doors slid apart, creating a path for the man inside. when he stepped out of it, he didn’t even seem affected by it. all normal and human-like as if he had only bathed himself in some snow and not in an actual blizzard.

but colder than his skin was his gaze toward you, the scepter staring back at you as well, watching the way you took a few steps away from him.

“who are you?” you asked, your eyes glued to the scepter rather than his face, which caused him to get agitated.

in return, the tip of the scepter’s blade touched your chin, tilting your head up so that you could look at him. “i am loki of asgard,” he introduced with a deranged grin as you heard the way his breath hitched, overwhelmed and proud with how he spoke to you. 

that was enough to make you take another step back but his hand grabbed your arm like a lock, fastened so tightly that it made everything worse for you. “what did you do with them?” you tilted your head to the blue-eyed agents now circling the entire room, which made loki laugh.

he truly was out of his mind. 

“i simply used them for a greater purpose,” he said back, letting out another chuckle as the scepter gleamed in response. it was in his complete control… they were all under his control.

how in the world can you run from this?

“let them go.” “oh, we’re getting heroic now, aren’t we?”

he mocked you shamelessly as if it wasn’t your invention that saved him from his visible misery – whatever it was that hurt him earlier.

“... well, i did save you.” you just had to let a bit of sass come out because it was true. however, loki didn’t seem to be fond of that and had read that as entitlement rather than a reminder of who did save him.

nonetheless, he lowered his weapon and laughed once more. “your little saving was merely necessary, mortal. i could’ve used that machine myself.” of course, he disregarded that tiny, little favour you did for him and decided that it’d be best to not even give out a little thank you.

but then, again, what do you expect from an aspiring alien tyrant?

“but you couldn’t because i programmed it for my access only,” you continued the conversation, stating the truth right in front of him. that was your life’s work… you still couldn't believe that it was firstly used by some tall man with a scepter and emerald drapes. “besides, that thing you used wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.”

there was long silence once again… perhaps, even longer than moments of silence you had earlier when your eyes scanned over the rest of the place.

almost the entirety of the facility was led by loki. horrifyingly brainwashed by that scepter.

“fair enough,” he admitted, “but you wouldn’t be breathing if i hadn’t given you the chance.”

“... do you want me to thank you? for this?” “giving thanks means nothing. i need something much more than that.”

you crossed your arms, gulping as you still tried to make yourself seem as if you had the upper hand. an imaginary upper hand, perhaps? although you had put on that mask, loki knew you were afraid of what he could do to you. 

if this is only a preview of the damage he’s capable of causing, just how could you survive while being opposed to him?

“i could…” he trailed off, smirking to himself as he circled the station, his palm touching its painted and carved surface while the scepter glowed in his other hand. “hm… i could do the same to you. put your talent to use like the others.”

and you readied yourself, closing your eyes as your once crossed arms dropped to your sides, hopeless and left without a sign of help. “but you have not attacked me once,” he said with a tone of interest, diverting his attention from the opportunity of just controlling you like a mindless servant and rather feeling positive about a different, riskier path. “and you’ve saved me. willingly. no control needed.”

he walked towards you, breathing heavily and letting out a low chuckle. “do you know what gift you have, dr. l/n?” he questioned, expecting you to know the answer as he tilted your head upwards again with the end of the scepter. one wrong push and you could bleed to death; he was being careful with you still.

after all, you were a great addition to his plans.

“humanity, l/n.” he proudly stated, now lowering his weapon as your heart raced. never did you fear death until now, especially when your life would fade to grey without the knowledge of what’ll happen next. to the world and the people around you. “you’ve got so much humanity in you that your best choice was to save a dying god. it’s foolish, l/n. how could you be so brilliant but foolish?–”

“are you done?” you had enough of it, still staring at one corner as you saw how your friend’s eyes still gleamed in blue, manipulated by the god standing right in front of you while the remaining lights of the facility shone over his prepped quiver, ready to attack whenever, however.

and of course, the god of mischief was indeed offended by that. “... you’re so brave, it’s idiotic.” he laughed, shaking his head as if you both had been joking with one another and you felt the heat rush up your head; you didn’t want this. you just wanted your friends to be set free – your world to be set free from this being. 

“what do you desire in return?” “for you to stop whatever you’re planning here, my lord.”

even though loki knew you were being sarcastic, he just admired the way it rolled off your tongue. “you do know that does not equate to what you’ve done for me and you might want to do something more for me if you’d want that to happen,” he said, denying your request with a snicker. “but of course, i still appreciated your service earlier so how about i offer you something else?”

he’s cheating, you thought.

“in exchange of your little saving, it’ll be guaranteed that not one of us would lay a finger on you…” he paused, hiding the scepter behind his back as you tilted your head to the side. were you even hearing this correctly? that was too low. “and you would be shielded from any harm as well.”

but can you do anything about it? no. “is that good enough for you, my little savior?”

you had to think about it for longer than a second. why only a second, you may ask? well, does it look like you still have enough time to decide perfectly? the world is at stake; you had to give an answer now or worse destruction could happen.

“fine,” you uttered, firmly extending your hand towards him as he only stared back at your empty, shaking palm. “i’ll do whatever it takes to free this world from you.”

“that’s laughable.” “we’ll see, your majesty.”

[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Chapter 45: The Last Stand

This gif because Ichiji finally arrives to whole cake island

And this gif because Sanji in the next chapter is going to fight with luffy.

And this song because when we get to that final POV, which is Sanji's yall will feel it, when Y/N says it. Also this song is way to good LMFAO

A/N: and we are back at it again with another chapter! Yall, I have been going back and forth with some of the writing that I now have original drafts of some of the chapters. I felt inspired by some and others. I was like maybe this would work, to which I enjoyed so much that it has now been added. When I tell you, the changes, the angst, the betrayal, and everything is going to be wild! We got some Ichiji POV, Sanji POV, and Y/N POV. The ending tho.. so much hurt. Thank you guys so much for following, liking, reblogging, just following along with the fan fiction. I believe it's this chapter or the next one that has a few song lyrics that are spanish, but I translated it to english, I will add the song onto here so that way once you read it you’ll understand it. The song is called La Media Vuelta by Luis Miguel… and dont worry… there'll be more songs coming as well. We added that flair and AU to these bad boys, while also sticking to the anime pacing. And without further ado. Let the adventure begin! 

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Sanji x Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece X Reader 

Y/N POV… 

I watched as Nami kissed the vivre card, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Ohh, I like where this is going," I said, seeing the panic ripple through the homies as they sensed what was coming. Their eyes widened, full of fear. The power of Lola's vivre card was undeniable, and I couldn't help but grin.

"Didn't you hear what the tree said before that? The whole plan spilled right out!" I added, laughing at how things were turning in our favor. Pound, still trying to wrap his head around it, asked how exactly having the vivre card was going to help.

Nami, in all her brilliance, decided to use King Baum's voice to explain, mimicking his deep, trembly accent. I couldn't hold it in—I burst out laughing, wiping a tear from my eye. "Nami, stop!" I gasped, clutching my stomach. It was too much.

But the moment didn’t last long. Nami’s senses were sharp, and she turned her attention to Randolph and the stork, who were trying to sneak away. "Not so fast, you two!" she called out.

Randolph, the rabbit, immediately pointed to the stork. "Apologies, it was his idea!" he said, quick to throw his partner under the bus.

"He's lying!" the stork squawked, flustered.

Nami didn't let them off the hook so easily. "Here’s the deal—you forest creatures are going to be my loyal subjects from now on. Any questions?" she declared with an air of confidence. King Baum and Randolph started to protest, their voices shaky and unsure.

"Ohh, you wanna do this the hard way? Go ahead and try me," Nami challenged, her eyes gleaming with power. The homies quivered in fear. It was clear who was in control now.

"Listen up—here’s your first order. You guys go help Luffy!" Nami commanded, her voice ringing with authority. The homies, reluctant at first, began to murmur their protests.

"Well, are you going to argue, or are you going to help Luffy?!" Nami snapped, the vivre card glowing faintly in her hand. Its power over them was absolute, and they had no choice but to follow her orders.

"This vivre card is coming in pretty handy, if I do say so myself," Nami added with a smirk.

I grinned, nodding in agreement. "No kidding, you’ve got them wrapped around your finger," I said, watching the homies scramble to obey. The tables had turned in our favor, and now it was time to make our move.

The homies began to murmur among themselves, confusion evident on their faces. "Has anybody seen where that red-haired girl went? And the one with the bandana on her head?" they asked, their voices tinged with concern.

"Ohh, we're right here!" Nami chirped, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as we revealed ourselves inside King Baum's mouth. The tension in the air shifted, and I couldn't help but laugh at their bewilderment.

Nami raised Lola’s vivre card triumphantly. "I thought I told you to help out Luffy fighting Cracker," she said, her tone dripping with authority.

Pound was now lounging comfortably in one of King Baum's trunks, looking a bit too relaxed for my liking. "Have you seen him? He's pretty strong," the flower homie said, glancing nervously around.

"Like I care," Nami replied, her voice sharp. She looked at me, and we both shared a knowing grin. "Listen here and listen good—no matter how many of you wither, it won't bother us one bit."

The homies all gasped in shock, their eyes wide as they processed our words. The sheer audacity of our claim seemed to unsettle them.

"So you guys are afraid of General Cracker? What about Big Mom?" I taunted, feeling a surge of confidence.

Nami continued to hold the vivre card high, her determination unwavering. "Which one is scarier?" she asked, her voice playful yet commanding.

"You are!" the homies squeaked in unison, their faces pale with fear.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at their reaction. "See? Even they know not to mess with us," I said, feeling the exhilaration of our newfound power.

Nami winked at me, and we shared a moment of camaraderie. "Now, let's get back out there and show them what we can do!" she declared, her spirit infectious. 

Ichiji POV…

We finally arrived at the Germa Kingdom after two days of travel. The moment the castle came into view, a sense of anticipation washed over me, but my thoughts were preoccupied with a little someone who wore a white dress—my fiancée, Y/N. She should be arriving at Whole Cake soon, I thought, excitement bubbling in my chest as the plan fell into motion.

My gaze flicked to the engagement ring nestled securely in its box, the diamonds glinting in the light. I stared at it, imagining how it would look on Y/N’s finger. I could almost see her beaming smile as I slipped it onto her hand, her eyes sparkling with surprise and joy. From the moment I first saw her fight, her fierce spirit ignited something deep inside me—an insatiable hunger that only she could satisfy. Even though our marriage was arranged, I was determined to claim her entirely, to make her mine in every way.

“Hey, Ichiji, still daydreaming about your little princess?” Niji teased, stepping off the ship beside me.

“Just mind your own business,” I shot back, though a small smile tugged at my lips. The cheers of Germa soldiers welcomed us as we entered the kingdom, their voices echoing in the air.

“Welcome back, Master Ichiji!” one soldier called, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Congratulations on your engagement!” another soldier shouted, and a swell of pride washed over me. The admiration of my comrades filled me with a sense of purpose. "You two are made for each other!" yelled another soldier, and I felt my chest swell at the thought. Whether Y/N wanted this marriage or not was no longer my concern, especially since we had something of hers hostage.

“Master Ichiji, Master Niji, it’s been a while!” another soldier chimed in, his voice brimming with excitement.

“I can’t believe they ended that long battle at Broc coli Island!” yelled a third, causing a wave of chatter to ripple through the crowd.

“Why isn’t he coming out to greet us? Where is he?” Niji asked, scanning the area for the failure of a brother, Sanji.

“Knock it off, Niji,” I replied, irritation creeping into my voice. The last thing I needed was to hear about Sanji right now.

As we made our way to the castle, I could feel the energy shifting, anticipation hanging thick in the air. “Hey, Dad! We’re back!” I called out, stepping into the dining room.

“Great work, Ichiji and you too, Niji!” our father boomed, his authoritative voice resonating in the grand hall as he sat on his throne, radiating an air of power and dominance. “Have the arrangements been made like I asked?” I inquired, my gaze fixed on one of the handmaids, an edge of command in my tone.

“Yes, young master. Allow me to bring in the paperwork for you,” she purred, the flattery grating on my nerves.

“Where is he?” Niji interrupted, scanning the room for our brother Sanji.

“Right here,” Reiju said, stepping in with Sanji trailing behind her.

“Sanji! Wow, you really didn’t die! Check you out,” Niji mocked, his laughter echoing through the hall. I remained composed, my expression unwavering as I focused on Sanji.

His eyes met mine, a storm of rage and disbelief swirling within them. “Don’t you want to congratulate Ichiji on his marriage to Princess Y/N? I know she’s your crewmate and all, but…” I laughed, enjoying the discomfort that hung in the air like a thick fog.

“Ichiji, have you gotten the chance to see her yet?” our father asked, genuine curiosity lighting up his features.

“Yes, I did,” I replied, letting the words flow smoothly, enjoying the moment. “I actually spotted her back in Chocolat town, wearing a short white dress.” The vivid image of Y/N in that dress ignited a fire within me, and I savored Sanji’s reaction. His tension was palpable, his fists clenching at his sides.

“She looked exquisite, like an angel among mere mortals,” I added, a smug grin spreading across my face. The frustration etched on Sanji's face was more than satisfying; it was intoxicating. I could almost taste the victory on my tongue.

“Have you told her yet?” Reiju interjected, the playful tone in her voice adding to the amusement.

“Not yet, but soon,” I said, savoring the anticipation that bubbled beneath the surface. “I want it to be unforgettable, something that’ll make her realize how fortunate she is.”

Sanji’s gaze hardened, his frustration boiling over. “Why are you so obsessed with this? It’s not what she wants!”

“Obsession? No, Sanji. It’s about claiming what’s rightfully mine,” I replied, a carefree air masking the hunger brewing inside me. “This is an arrangement, and she’ll learn to embrace it. I’ll make sure of that.”

Niji couldn't resist the chance to poke fun at Sanji. “Hahaha, looks like you got yourself a fancy gift. Shackles always did suit you; takes you back, doesn’t it?” he taunted, his laughter echoing through the dining room.

Sanji slapped Niji’s hand away, rising to his feet, his head held high, eyes blazing with indignation. 

“Ichiji and Niji, you both must be exhausted from the trip. Why not grab something to eat?” our father interjected, a tone of authority in his voice that quelled the brewing tension.

After changing out of our raid suits and into our usual attire, I opted for a black long-sleeve shirt and a red cravat paired with white dress pants, feeling the weight of my responsibilities settle onto my shoulders. The lavish spread before us looked tempting, and we dove into the meal, savoring each bite.

“I’m sorry, young master, but here are the papers for you to review,” the handmaid from before said, approaching with a stack of documents.

“Good, you’re dismissed,” I replied, waving her away without a second thought. The others continued their banter, but I could sense Sanji’s eyes boring into me, filled with suppressed fury.

“What’s that?” Yonji asked, leaning closer, curiosity etched on his face.

I smirked, keeping my focus on the papers. “These are the arrangements I have planned for when my fiancée arrives,” I replied confidently. “Clothing stocked, shoes stocked, wine stocked, flowers stocked… and her dresses for the events, one of which is the lunch with Big mom.” I paused for effect, allowing the anticipation to build in the room.

“The pale yellow halter dress, openback with a high slit for her left thigh,” I continued, relishing the moment. “Perfect for the lunch” My eyes flicked up to Sanji, who was gritting his teeth, his expression a mix of disbelief and frustration as he chewed through the meal.

“What do you think? Isn’t it exquisite?” I asked, the teasing lilt in my voice as I enjoyed his reaction.

“Exquisite? More like tasteless,” Sanji snapped, glaring at me.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, brother,” I shot back, leaning back in my chair, basking in the warmth of my triumph. “I’m just looking out for her. After all, it’s not every day you get to dress up a princess, right?”

“Maybe she’d prefer someone who actually cares about her feelings,” he muttered, trying to maintain his composure.

Reiju, who had been listening quietly, leaned forward, her interest piqued. “Ichiji, can I see the ring?”

Reiju leaned forward, her curiosity piqued as I pulled out the engagement ring from my pocket. The brilliance of the diamonds sparkled under the light, but it was the deep red ruby nestled in the center that truly caught her eye.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” she remarked, inspecting the ring closely. The ruby glinted like a captured flame, drawing attention to its significance. “She’ll love it. But will she love you?”

I shrugged, confidence radiating from me. “She will come to love me. I’ll make sure of it. This is just the beginning.”

The glint in Sanji’s eyes darkened as he shot back, “You can’t force love, Ichiji. She deserves someone who truly cares for her.”

“Of course, and that someone is me,” I countered, relishing the challenge. “Soon, everyone will see how perfect we are together.”

My father straightened in his seat, the air thick with authority as he began to discuss the fall of the Bro Coli regime due to Doflamingo not supplying them weapons, since he was defeated, a significant victory for our family. “And as I last recall, Ichiji, didn’t your fiancée face Doflamingo, even defeating one of his top executives?” he said, pride glimmering in his eyes.

“Yes, she’s impressive,” I replied, a sense of satisfaction swelling within me. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her fierce spirit even more with every mention of her strength.

Yonji took another bite of his bread, his smirk deepening as he continued, "If she's anything like she was when we first saw her during that broadcast, then I definitely should've called dibs first." His words carried an edge, but the real sting came next. "And if she's anything like what I just saw—wearing that short blue skirt and cropped tank back on that ship, showing off that body—man, I really should’ve made a move sooner."

I turned to Yonji, my patience running thin. "Watch your mouth," I said with a sharpness that wiped the smirk from his face. "She's still my fiancée, and I won’t tolerate any disrespect toward her."

He raised his hands in mock surrender, though his eyes still twinkled with amusement. "Alright, alright. Just saying—"

"You’ve said enough," I interrupted, my voice low and deadly.

Sanji, who had been quiet until now, shot up, his eyes widening. “Wait, what broadcast?” His voice was tight, filled with both confusion and anger.

Yonji laughed, clearly enjoying the tension in the air. "Oh, you didn’t know? Back at Punk Hazard, Ichiji here couldn’t keep his eyes off her when she fought that bird woman. It was a hell of a fight." He chuckled again. “He was practically drooling over the screen.”

Sanji’s face twisted in fury. “So you’ve been watching her this whole time?” he growled, stepping closer, fists clenched. "You bastards were the damn brokers keeping tabs on her!"

I didn’t flinch as Sanji’s anger erupted. Instead, I leaned back, my smirk widening. “Of course, Sanji. You didn’t think we’d ignore someone as... valuable as her, did you? After all, she’s soon to be part of the Vinsmoke family.”

Sanji’s face flushed with rage, his hands shaking as he fought to contain himself. “You don’t have the right to call her that,” he spat, barely keeping his voice steady, his fury palpable. "She’s not yours."

“Right or wrong, it doesn’t matter,” I shot back, enjoying the tension in the room. “She’s mine now. And once she’s here, you’ll have to get used to it.”

The anticipation of her arrival and the subsequent confrontation hung in the air like a storm cloud, and I couldn’t wait to see how she would handle it. 

“Bear this in mind: the power we will be gaining is tremendous! The power of Germa will strengthen!” my father declared, his voice booming with authority and excitement. It was rare to see him this animated, and I could feel a swell of pride in my chest.

Niji leaned back in his chair, a smirk plastered on his face. “You should be honored, Sanji, since you’re marrying one of Big Mom’s daughters. Who would have predicted you’d come in handy?” The jab was sharp, intended to provoke, and I could see Sanji’s jaw clench, a mix of defiance and anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“There's still food on your plate, don’t waste it, Niji,” Sanji said, trying to keep his cool despite the tension.

“This? Yeah, I’m done—not hungry,” Niji retorted, pushing his plate away in mock disgust.

“Finish it! You don’t know the value of food, you stuck-up prince!” Sanji snapped back, his eyes blazing with indignation.

“Shut the hell up!” Niji fired back, clearly irritated. He waved his hand, calling over the head chef, Cossette. “This vile slop you served us caused my brother to upset me!” His voice dripped with disdain as he held up the dish, ready to hurl it.

Before Niji could throw it, Sanji sprang up, his anger reaching its peak. “You low-life bastard! Are you trying to leave a scar on a lady's face?” he yelled, stepping between Niji and Cossette.

Sanji POV.. 

I couldn’t stand these arrogant bastards. The way they carried themselves, like they owned the world, made my blood boil. But what stoked the flames of my fury even more was the fact that Ichiji was using Y/N, my darling princess, my fiancée (a lie, but it gave me a sense of grounding), as a pawn in his twisted game. And to make matters worse, Niji almost hit Cossette! A woman! Was he trying to scar her face?

“Huh, a lady?” Niji scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. “How stupid are you defending a kitchen wench?” He grinned as if relishing the chaos.

I crouched down, looking at the food that was now strewn across the floor. “Now there’s food all over the floor,” I said, eyeing the mess.

“It’s called aligot,” I said, “and it’s made with cheese blended with mashed potatoes. Potatoes are very nutritious. I assume this fine concoction, due to your noble status, was chosen for you—a fine course for breakfast.” I shoved a spoonful into my mouth, relishing the rich flavors.

“Don’t, Master Sanji! Royal blood mustn’t eat off the floor!” Cossette chimed in beside me, her voice a mixture of concern and urgency.

“The flavor is impeccable,” I muttered, still chewing.

“Poverty has done a number on you, Sanji! Don’t taint our bloodline!” Niji spat, advancing toward me, fists clenched. Just as he was about to land a hit, I locked eyes with him.

“Think of the wedding! Stop!” Father’s voice cut through the tension, and Niji halted his strike, though his rage simmered beneath the surface.

“I’m embarrassed to even be related to you! Disrespecting food is one thing, but raising your hand to a woman is sick!” I said, my gaze now directed toward Ichiji. “And forcing a woman into a marriage she didn’t want is vile!”

“Just because you’re stuck-up princes doesn’t mean you can treat women like dirt!” I shouted, feeling the heat rising in my chest. “Everything you guys do goes against my principles.”

“Oh, Sanji, your head is tainted by the ideologies of the weak! Ever since we were children, your thinking has been incomprehensible! Royalty abides by its own set of rules; you’re out of touch,” Ichiji retorted, his voice dripping with condescension.

“The last thing I want to hear is something out of your mouth!” I yelled back, my anger boiling over.

“Could it be that your ideologies were tainted by this man?” Father interjected, holding up a picture of Zeff, his eyes glinting with malicious intent.

“Big Mom’s information network is impressive,” he continued. “I believe this is a recent photo. Is something wrong? You’re turning white as a ghost,” he taunted.

My eyes widened in horror as the realization sank in.

“In other words, this is just a precaution. I won’t hesitate to relieve this man of his head if you don’t abide by the terms,” he said, his voice low and threatening.

“I wouldn’t do anything drastic if I were you. Forget your friends, accept your marriage to Pudding quietly, and let the princess marry Ichiji. Do that, and everything will work out just fine.”

Panic surged through me as my mind flashed back to the moment Zeff saved me when I was only eight years old, pulling me from the depths of despair, the Baratie, my first real home. His life was on the line now, just like King’s and all of Y/N’s loved ones were at risk. And here I was, completely powerless.

We were both stuck, and there was nothing I could do to stop this.

“Let’s have a peaceful wedding ceremony,” Father said, his voice as cold and commanding as ever. “We will be having lunch with Big Mom and Pudding today, so go get ready shortly.” His eyes glinted with expectation as he leaned back, fully confident in his control over the situation. “Any objections, Sanji?” he added, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, daring me to speak up.

I stood there, fists clenched at my sides, staring down at the floor as a storm of emotions churned inside me. Anger, frustration, helplessness—they all threatened to boil over, but what could I say? What could I do that wouldn’t put Zeff, Y/N, and everyone I cared about in danger?

My head bowed in defeat, the weight of everything crashing down on me. Zeff’s life hung in the balance, Y/N was being manipulated, and I was being pushed into a corner with no way out. All for the sake of some twisted family plan to strengthen Germa and align with Big Mom.

Now, I’m faced with another dilemma, and believe me when I say—I truly hate it here. This isn’t my family. These people, with their arrogance and cruelty, they’ve never been my family. I left them behind a long time ago. But here I am, shackled to them once again, powerless to protect the people I love.

All I want is to escape this nightmare. But for now, I have no choice but to play along. For Zeff. For Y/N. I grit my teeth and prepare for the charade to continue.

Y/N POV.. 

We finally made it to where Luffy was, just in time to see Kingbaum slam into General Cracker. "That went better than expected! Kingbaum, Luffy! Are you okay?" Nami asked with concern, glancing back at Luffy as we all tried to catch our breath.

"Luffy, you alright?" I echoed, worry filling my voice.

“Nami, Y/N… I need time to recover from Bounce Man,” Luffy replied, his voice weak and strained.

“What?” Nami asked, wide-eyed.

“Luffy needs at least ten minutes to regain his strength. Bounce Man always takes a lot out of him," I explained, remembering the toll it had taken on him during his battle against Doflamingo back in Dressrosa.

“Alright, I’ll look after you until you rest up,” Nami said as she turned to the homies. “You! Bring Luffy to us and protect him until ten minutes have passed.”

“You gotta do what she commands, homies!” Kingbaum ordered.

The homies quickly dragged Luffy up to us. “Thanks, guys,” Luffy muttered weakly.

“Don’t thank us yet; save your energy,” Nami urged, her voice tight as we heard General Cracker approaching once again.

“That’s our cue, let’s go!” Nami shouted as Kingbaum picked up the pace, trying to get away from Cracker.

“I feel so ashamed!” Kingbaum wept as he lumbered forward.

“Let’s try not to get caught! Pick up the pace!” Nami urged, her voice tense.

“Son of a birch!” Kingbaum cursed. "He's gonna catch up! Can’t you go any faster?” Nami yelled, panic rising in her voice.

“How many minutes have passed?” I asked, my eyes scanning the dense forest ahead.

“Not even the full ten!” Nami replied, clearly agitated.

“Let’s speed it up, you guys!” Nami commanded.

Suddenly, Kingbaum stopped dead in his tracks. “Why’d we stop?” I asked, immediately on alert.

“Who’s this guy?!” Nami cried out, her voice filled with fear as the homies trembled around us.

The homies murmured in terror, “That’s… General Cracker!”

“You mean to tell me General Cracker isn’t an actual biscuit cracker?” I said, half in disbelief.

“That’s not the point!” Nami snapped as we found ourselves surrounded by Cracker’s biscuit soldiers once more.

Cracker grinned menacingly. “Hmm, so humor me, Kingbaum. Want to explain why you’re helping the Straw Hats?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery.

“Well… you see, I…,” Kingbaum stammered in fear before Cracker sliced off the top of his trunk in one swift motion.

“Ahhh!” Kingbaum howled in pain.

“I’ll just kill you all instead,” Cracker declared coldly as several homies fell, lifeless, around us.

“This guy is scary…” Nami muttered under her breath.

“You surprised? I’m one of the Sweet Three Generals,” Cracker said, pride in his voice.

“Nami, leave this one to me,” I said firmly, my resolve hardening. "I’ll buy us some time."

I reached up and tightened Zoro’s bandana around my head, feeling a sense of comfort in its presence, as if Zoro’s fighting spirit were with me. The fabric hugged my forehead like a protective charm, giving me the focus I needed for the battle ahead. I drew my sword, my fingers gripping the hilt as I pressed the blue gemstone embedded in its handle. A powerful surge of energy pulsed through my veins, different this time—cool and fierce. Ice began to spread over the blade, glistening with blue electricity crackling along its edges.

“Nami, make sure the homies protect Luffy, okay?” I said, my voice steady as I stepped forward to face Cracker.

Cracker grinned, clearly entertained. “And who might you be?” he sneered.

I clenched my left hand, feeling the power surging within me. Without hesitation, I leaped into the air, my blade radiating with frost and lightning.

“Ice Shards!” I cried out, channeling the ice energy in my blade, releasing a barrage of sharp, freezing projectiles that sliced through the air with deadly precision.

The shards spun through the air like frozen stars, aimed directly at Cracker, shattering his biscuit soldiers on contact.

I smirked, stepping forward with confidence. “I’m sure by now you know who I am,” I said, tilting my head, amusement in my tone.

Cracker smirked back, clearly unfazed. “You’re Princess Y/N from the Straw Hat Pirates,” he said coldly.

“In the flesh,” I responded with a mock bow, adding a bit of flair for good measure.

“You think you can humor me with your games?!” Cracker snarled, clearly annoyed.

“Humor? Maybe,” I teased, “but I’m also here to kick your ass.” I straightened up, my eyes narrowing as Cracker clapped his hands, summoning another pair of biscuit soldiers.

“Why not just face me yourself? Forget the biscuits,” I challenged as one of the soldiers lunged at me. I reacted quickly, doing a one-handed backflip, using the momentum to lift my right leg and crack the biscuit soldier's hardened exterior with a single blow.

“Now,” I said, smirking even wider, “are you ready to fight for real? Or are you compensating for something?”

“You’ve definitely been around Zoro way too long, Y/N!” Nami yelled from behind, exasperated.

I chuckled, glancing back at her briefly. “Maybe I have… or maybe it’s his lucky bandana I’m wearing.” I tugged at the bandana tied around my forehead with a wink before turning my full attention back to Cracker.

The electricity and ice continued to course through my blade, the tension rising as Cracker’s grin faded into a more serious expression. This fight was only just beginning.

Cracker’s smirk turned sinister as he eyed me. “Are you sure Straw Hat can’t back you up? Pretty foolish of you to attack me on your own,” he taunted.

I met his gaze without flinching. “I have a duty to protect my captain. If he’s down and I gotta step up, then so be it,” I said with determination. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. “Besides, it looks to me like you’re all talk and no action, biscuits.”

Cracker’s eyes darkened, his grin disappearing. “Kill her,” he commanded, his voice cold and deadly.

As the two biscuit soldiers lunged at me, their swords gleaming in the sunlight, I leaped into the air, dodging their attack with ease. While suspended mid-air, I tightened my grip on my sword and swung it with precision, summoning the power imbued within.

"King, I hope this is what you had in mind when teaching me this technique," I whispered to myself, my heart pounding with adrenaline.

"Ice Fang!" I shouted, feeling the blade's cold energy surge forward. A wave of sharp, icy spikes shot out from my sword, racing toward the biscuit soldiers. The ice spread across their bodies, freezing them solid in a matter of seconds.

Landing gracefully, I straightened up and smirked. The frozen soldiers stood motionless for a moment before they shattered into a thousand pieces with a loud crack, scattering across the battlefield.

My gaze shifted back to Cracker, who was now glaring at me with fury.

"You’re gonna have to do better than biscuits," I said, confident as ever, gripping my sword tighter. Suddenly, a biscuit soldier appeared behind me, catching me off guard. I faltered for a moment but quickly dodged as another one emerged from the ground. Cracker now stood tall, smirking.

"Not bad, you're rather quick on your feet," Cracker remarked. Before I could react, he appeared behind me. "But you left your back wide open!" He swung his sword, but I managed to block his attack, tumbling from the force. I scrambled to my feet, meeting his gaze.

"Is that son of Germa really that important to you?" he taunted.

"You don’t get it," I snapped, standing firm. "Sanji may be a lot of things, but he’s one of a kind. And if the roles were reversed, he would do everything in his power to protect us!"

"Touchy," Cracker sneered, laughing.

"Are we going to talk, or are you actually going to do something?" I shot back, smirking. "Again, not a good look for you, Mr. Overcompensating."

"I’m not too fond of pain," Cracker growled, lunging at me. "But I doubt you can stop me anyway!"

Switching my sword from my right to my left hand, I clenched my left fist and dashed past him, taunting, "Over here!" He spun around, but I dashed once more, using the momentum to strike. Clenching my right hand this time, I punched him in the abdomen, sending him flying a few feet away. I breathed heavily, trying to steady myself.

Cracker recovered quickly, lunging at me again. I raised my sword to block his attack, but his strikes were relentless, forcing me to fall back with each blow.

"You're quite a feisty one, aren’t you?" he said, amused.

"So I've been told," I muttered, struggling to catch my breath.

"Marriage or not," Cracker grinned, "I think I’m going to take my sweet time killing you." He raised his sword, preparing to strike.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out. "Don’t you touch her!" Cracker was sent flying, crashing into the ground. Luffy stood there, glaring at him.

"Y/N is part of my crew!" Luffy declared. I let out a sigh of relief, collapsing onto my back for a brief moment.

"Sorry I took so long," Luffy said, flashing me a smile.

I got up and smiled back at him. "It's fine, biscuits all yours."

With a graceful leap, I landed back inside King Baum’s mouth. Nami immediately hugged me tightly.

"You scared me back there!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling.

"Sorry about that, Nami," I said softly, placing my sword behind me and falling to my knees, feeling the weight of the battle finally catch up to me.

"Cocky punk, it does take a lot of nerve to pick a fight with Mama," Cracker sneered, glaring at Luffy.

"Hey Nami, Y/N, have the trees protect you," Luffy said, never taking his eyes off Cracker. Nami nodded confidently, pulling out Lola’s Vivre Card with a grin, knowing it would render the homies powerless.

Cracker’s expression darkened. "Those traitorous trees and your friends are next, of course."

But Luffy wasn’t paying attention to Cracker's threats. Instead, his focus was on the burnt biscuits littering the battlefield. "That smells good," he muttered, his stomach growling.

"They’re still food!" Luffy’s eyes lit up. "Then that makes it easy!"

Nami smirked and pulled out a Weather Egg. "Rain Spark!" she called, unleashing rain from the sky. The biscuit soldiers, hard and durable, quickly softened under the downpour.

"I get it—you soften the biscuits!" I exclaimed, realizing Nami’s plan.

With the biscuits softened, Luffy wasted no time. He began tearing into them, eating each one with fervor as Cracker summoned more.

Cracker clapped his hands, summoning a fresh wave of biscuit soldiers, but they were no match for the hungry pirate. "Yum, these are good," Luffy said, his mouth full, barely slowing down between bites.

"That son of a birch is eating the biscuits!" Kingbaum exclaimed in disbelief. Every time Cracker created new soldiers, Luffy devoured them just as quickly.

"What is with this guy?!" Cracker yelled, frustration evident as Luffy ate the biscuits faster than they could attack.

"Luffy, let's fall back for a sec," Nami suggested, trying to pull him away from the endless biscuits.

"No way, I’m eating them all," Luffy replied stubbornly, his face determined.

Nami smirked, knowing exactly how to get his attention. "What if I told you I can make them more delicious?"

Luffy's eyes widened with excitement. "More delicious?! Let’s go!" He immediately followed us, dragging the biscuit soldiers along with him.

Minutes passed, and Luffy had eaten every biscuit Cracker could produce, leaving the Sweet General visibly rattled.

"Luffy is really putting in the work," I said to Nami, watching in awe as Luffy continued to devour the endless biscuit army.

"When it comes to food, there’s no stopping him," Nami laughed.

"You little punk!" Cracker shouted, incredulous. "How are you still eating?!"

"How much more can his stomach take?" Kingbaum whispered in disbelief. "He’s going to explode!"

"Looks like Cracker is starting to wear out," I said to Nami, eyeing the Sweet Commander as his exhaustion began to show. His movements were sluggish, and the frustration on his face was undeniable.

"As for you, King Baum," Cracker growled, his tone dripping with malice, "Mama is going to be furious about your betrayal."

He turned his attention back to me, his expression twisted with irritation. "This would’ve been over long ago if you hadn’t saved that insufferable woman," he sneered, clearly referring to me.

"My biscuit warriors are supposed to be invincible!" he yelled in frustration, pacing angrily. "And now look! That orange-haired girl reduced them into—into yummy crunchy goodness!" His voice cracked as he tried to keep up his pride.

I couldn’t help but smirk, taking full advantage of his moment of weakness. "Again with the biscuits," I said, stepping forward confidently. "You’re really overcompensating for something, Cracker. It’s okay to admit you can’t perform... well," I added with a teasing smile, placing my hand on the bandana Zoro had given me, now tied around my head. "Maybe it’s just not your day."

Cracker’s face flushed with anger as he gritted his teeth. "You insolent—"

"Stop your whining! This is a pirate battle!" Nami interrupted with a fierce glare. "So what if I found out your weakness? It doesn't mean you can take it out on my underlings!"

I burst out laughing. "Ooooh, underlings! Y'all just got dropped a tier, homies!" I teased, wiping away fake tears of laughter.

"What?! Underlings! Is that what we’re reduced to now?!" one of the homies exclaimed in disbelief.

"Is that a problem?" Nami asked coolly, waving Lola's Vivre Card in her hand.

"No, ma’am!" the homies responded, shrinking back under the power of the card.

Meanwhile, Luffy continued to stuff his face with biscuits, much to Cracker’s horror. "So you’re finally full!" Cracker shouted, desperate to end the madness.

"He’s just getting started!" Nami retorted, though even she was starting to look concerned. Luffy's belly was swollen beyond comprehension.

"Nami, he looks like he’s going to pop," I said, half concerned, half in awe of Luffy’s appetite.

"There’s no way he can eat more!" the homies yelled, eyes wide with shock.

"I don’t need you to throw up to win this!" Cracker bellowed, rushing toward Luffy with his sword raised. "I’ll slice you up!"

"Careful, Luffy!" I yelled, gripping my sword.

But Luffy, grinning from ear to ear, was unfazed. "Joke's on you! I’m stuffed with power! Muscle Balloon!" Luffy shouted, inflating his body further by blowing into his arm, swelling to an enormous size.

"What the hell?" Cracker stammered, suddenly backing away, realizing too late what was about to happen.

"Fourth Gear, go!" Luffy declared, his body transforming into an even bigger, more intimidating form. "I call this Tank Man: Stuffed Version!"

Cracker attempted to slash at Luffy, but his attack did nothing to the hulking form. "You’ve pushed me over the edge! It’s over—time to die!" Cracker screamed in frustration, trying desperately to land a blow on Luffy.

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light. Nami and I shielded our eyes. "Luffy!" we shouted, worried.

When the light faded, Cracker was being sucked into Luffy’s massive form. "Gomu Gomu no Cannonball!" Luffy roared, launching Cracker far into the distance, his biscuit soldiers crumbling into pieces.

"He did it!" Nami and I screamed in unison, hugging each other in excitement.

"Luffy, you alright?" Nami asked as we rushed over to him.

"Uh-huh," he groaned, clearly exhausted but triumphant.

"It looks like you’re shrinking," Nami observed, noticing Luffy’s body deflating slowly.

"That’s because Fourth Gear uses a lot of energy," Luffy explained, his voice tired but still full of satisfaction. He lay back, too full to move.

Suddenly, from behind a tree, Pound stepped out. "So, there you are!" Nami exclaimed.

"Pound! You were hiding this whole time?!" I yelled, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Kind of... I ran away so Cracker wouldn't kill me. I for sure thought you were going to lose," said Pound, rubbing his neck nervously.

"Wow, such faith," I said, rolling my eyes at his bluntness.

"Kind of blunt, don’t you think?" Nami added with a sigh.

"That was scary... but we won!" Nami exclaimed, her face lighting up with a grin as we both laughed and cheered in victory.

We glanced over at King Baum, Pound, and the other homies, who weren't exactly celebrating. "Would it kill you to cheer? We beat one of Big Mom's top fighters, after all!" Nami shouted, hands on her hips.

Pound, still looking frantic, responded, "Listen, you're in much more trouble than before! Once Mama's rage is awakened, there's no stopping her! In other words, you need to get the heck out of here before she finds out what you did to her boys!"

"She can get as mad as she wants; I don’t care! I’m the one who should be mad here!" Luffy grumbled from the ground, still too full to move. "How could Sanji leave without telling us why? All we got is a dumb note!"

"You're right, Captain," I said, feeling the frustration boil up inside me. "I'mma knock some sense into him for writing me that note and saying we were engaged!" My voice was laced with annoyance, fists clenched as I thought about the situation.

Nami smirked at me, her frustration mirroring mine. "Honestly, what was he thinking?" she muttered under her breath.

"We only made it this far using Pudding’s map, and no one has seen Pekoms," said Luffy. "We should have gotten Sanji by now, but he didn’t show up at the coast. I don’t know if they got lost or if this is a trap. Once Sanji gets married, he'll be part of Big Mom's crew, and it'll be too late. We have to get moving!"

Luffy, still struggling to get up from the ground, groaned in determination. "Cracker did say there was a ceremony today." "It’s still morning; we might have enough time to stop them!" Nami said, a glimmer of hope in her voice.

"Hey, tree! You know where the castle is?" Luffy called out.

King Baum hesitated before replying, "Yes…"

"Good, you're carrying me there!" Luffy declared with renewed energy.

"I refus—" King Baum started, but quickly clammed up when Nami pulled out the vivre card with a threatening smile.

"We’re taking Sanji back and stopping your wedding, Y/N," Luffy said firmly, his voice full of resolve.

"Oh, Y/N, here’s your bag," Nami said, suddenly remembering. She handed me my satchel, and I grinned.

"Thanks, Nami," I said, relieved to have it back. I pressed all three gemstones on my sword, watching as it shrunk before placing one of the blades inside the bag, the other securely fastened to my thigh halter.

With a final glance at the others, I gave a confident nod. "Alright, I’m ready."

Sanji POV…

As I entered the chariot, my heart felt heavier with every passing second. My mind raced, torn between the decision I was being forced to make and the things I truly cherished. Everything I loved… it was slipping away. The thought of being married made me sick to my core, but what choice did I have? If I wanted to save my friends... if I wanted to keep Zeff safe… if I wanted to keep y/n safe… I had no other option. This wasn’t just about me anymore.

I clenched my fists, the cursed bracelets around my wrists reminding me that my hands—my livelihood—were at stake. No matter what I wanted, one wrong move, and they’d be gone forever. I couldn’t even protect Y/N. I couldn’t stop Ichiji from marrying her. The memories flooded in—the Baratie, Zeff’s tough love, the day I met Y/N, her smile, our adventures with the crew. Every moment felt so distant now, as if they were slipping from my grasp, just like her.

Stuck between Niji and Yonji, I couldn’t move. Their smug faces on either side of me made my blood boil. I knew if I tried to make a break for it, they'd be on me in seconds, and the bracelets would do the rest of the damage. They’d already proven that.

Y/N POV..

"Well, we’re finally out of that hell of a forest," I sighed, resting my back on King Baum’s head as we moved through the open area. Luffy was resting as well, while Nami sat beside him, trying to catch her breath.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, "Nami! You guys! Can you hear me?!"

"It’s Chopper!" Nami exclaimed, holding up a small glass shard, which Chopper's voice came through. Relief and tension both surged through me. At least Chopper was okay.

"We’ve got a big problem! It’s Sanji! He’s heading to Big Mom right now!" Chopper’s frantic words echoed.

“Crap!” I muttered under my breath, heart pounding.

"We’re heading to the castle too!" Nami responded quickly, trying to gather more information.

"What about Brook and Pedro?" I asked, the worry creeping in. We hadn’t heard from them at all, and I couldn’t help but feel a gnawing anxiety over their safety.

"We haven’t heard from them at all," Nami added, glancing at me with shared concern.

Suddenly, Chopper’s voice broke into panic, his screams growing louder before the shard shattered in Nami’s hand.

“Is everything alright, Chopper?!” I yelled, but it was no use. The shard was broken. I stared at the pieces on the ground, feeling helpless. "How are they going to communicate now?" I muttered.

Nami knelt down, picking up one of the broken shards. "I hope they’re okay," she whispered softly.

"Poor Sanji..." Nami added, her voice filled with sorrow.

“These bastards have got another thing coming, that’s for sure,” I said through gritted teeth, clenching my right hand as I felt the familiar red electricity surge through me, a fierce wave of anger rolling over me.

Luffy, now back to normal size after shrinking down, muttered in his sleep, "Give me meat."

Nami and I exchanged amused glances. "Meat?!" I chuckled, shaking my head. "He would have meat dreams after eating those biscuits."

"Hey there! You’ve got good luck!" King Baum’s voice broke through, as he picked up speed.

"Why is that?" Nami asked.

"There they are," King Baum replied, pointing ahead.

"What?!" I exclaimed, my heart racing as I leaned forward.

"That’s Germa 66," he said, his voice filled with urgency.

“Is Sanji with them?” Luffy asked as he suddenly woke up, leaping off King Baum’s head and running ahead.

“Luffy, wait!” Nami yelled, but it was too late. He was already off.

"Sanji!" Nami and I shouted, waving as we saw him up ahead.

But just as we got close, Sanji… he kicked Luffy.

"Sanji, what the heck’s gotten into you?!" Nami screamed, her voice filled with shock.

"Sanji..." I whispered, my heart dropping as I stared at him in disbelief. What had happened to him? Why was he acting this way?

"Leave my sight, you bunch of lowlife pirates," Sanji spat, his voice cold and unrecognizable. "Make no mistake, I’ve always been a Vinsmoke, which makes me a prince of the Germa Kingdom."

I tensed, my mind reeling. "What the hell is he saying?" I whispered, feeling both disbelief and frustration boiling inside me. Both Nami and I stood frozen, watching the scene unfold before us.

Sanji continued, "I kept all of this a secret because knowing this would’ve made things harder for you."

I couldn’t take it anymore. Standing up, I slowly took off Zoro’s bandana from my head, folding it carefully and placing it into my satchel, along with one of my blades and my sword. "Nami, I leave this with you," I said, my voice steady but filled with determination.

“What are you…?” Nami looked at me, confused and concerned.

"Just make sure no one takes it, please. And if they do… well, they’ll be in for a surprise," I added, smirking slightly despite the weight of the moment. "Can you do that for me, Nami?" I asked, looking at her intently, knowing this was something important for me to trust her with.

Nami nodded, still looking unsure of my next move. Before I could even say anything more, Sanji's voice cut through the air like a blade.

"It’s noble of you to come all the way over here and get me, but you’ve wasted your time. I’m not leaving. I’ve already forgotten your name," he said coldly, every word sharper than the last.

His words felt like a punch in the gut, fueling the anger already burning inside me. My heart pounded in my chest, disbelief turning to frustration and rage. This wasn’t the Sanji I knew, the Sanji who cared about his friends, about us.

“What a liar,” Luffy yelled, his frustration matching my own. “You think I’m gonna buy that?!”

The tension in the air was suffocating, and I could feel the red electricity sparking through my fingertips again. My patience was at its limit. Sanji's words cut deep, but I wasn’t about to let him walk away so easily, especially not with those lies.

Sanji POV… (Play La Media Vuelta By Luis Miguel here) 

Stuck between Niji and Yonji, I felt like I was trapped in a cage. Their smug expressions were infuriating, and my blood boiled at the sight of them. I knew any attempt to escape would be met with swift punishment, and these cursed bracelets would make sure of that. Just the thought of them made my fists clench tighter.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the chaos. "Hey! Sanji!" I turned my head, eyes widening in disbelief as I saw Luffy charging forward with with a giant tree. 

“that idiot managed to make it to Whole Cake Island?! “What’s with that tree?!” yelled Yonji, incredulous.

"Sanji!" Nami called out, waving her arms with a look of determination. “We finally made it! I was afraid we’d be too late!”

Her voice sent a jolt of relief through me, but it quickly faded when I noticed the way Niji and Yonji's eyes lit up at the sight of y/n. Their smugness only grew, and the protective instinct within me flared.

“There’s my beloved,” Ichiji said, his eyes heart-shaped as he gazed at Y/N, which made my blood boil even more.

“Ichiji, your wife’s here,” Yonji added, still eyeing Y/N, and I wanted nothing more than to gauge their eyes out for the way they were looking at her.

The situation felt like a ticking time bomb. I had to keep them safe. “What are they doing here?” I muttered, panic rising in my throat.

“How amusing, that’s Straw Hat Luffy,” Judge remarked, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Hey! We came here to pick you up!” Luffy shouted, tipping over the calicoat as he stumbled. “You said you’d be back, but I didn’t want to wait. You know me. I was going to come with just Y/N, but it turned into a whole thing!”

My mind raced, battling between relief and fear. I couldn’t let them get caught up in this mess. I glanced at my cuffs, knowing that if I made a break for it, they would explode, and I couldn’t risk that.

“Zoro took a team and headed to the land of Wano,” Luffy continued, unaware of the suffocating tension surrounding us.

“And what’s this I hear? You’re engaged to Y/N! Why didn’t you tell us? We could have done something back at the Sunny!” His words hit me like a wave of ice-cold water.

Luffy, Y/N, Nami… please forgive me… I thought, the weight of my helplessness crushing down on me. In an instant, I made my decision. I couldn’t let them get any closer to this danger.

“Sanji, what the heck’s gotten into you?!” Nami shouted, disbelief etched across her face. I could see the hurt in her eyes, and it twisted my heart even more.

“Leave my sight, you bunch of low-class pirates!” I spat, my voice heavy with disdain. “Make no mistake, I’ve always been a Vinsmoke, which makes me a prince of the Germa Kingdom. I kept all this a secret from you because knowing this would have made things harder.”

Luffy’s stunned expression made me feel even worse, but I pushed on. “As you can see, there’s a clear difference in our standings now. If I stay here, I’ll have all the servants, soldiers, and riches I could ever dream of.” Each word felt like daggers in my chest, but I had to make them believe I meant it.

The way Nami flinched at my words was like a punch to the gut. I was losing them—losing everything I cared about. But I had to protect them. I had to protect Y/N, even if it meant sacrificing my own heart.

“Sanji…” I heard Y/N whisper, her voice cracking as she processed my betrayal. I couldn't look at her; I was afraid of what I might see. Would she understand? Would she forgive me for playing this role?

Inside, I was trembling. I was stuck between wanting to protect them and the cold, harsh reality of my situation. “If I stay here, I’ll have all the servants, soldiers, and riches I could ever dream of. What more could I want?” I sneered, my voice laced with disdain.

“So I could go to that crappy ship with you and your friends and go on a dumb adventure,” I sneered, forcing a smirk that felt more like a grimace. “Or I can stay right here and marry the beautiful daughter of a wealthy and powerful emperor. Now, which of those would make me happier?” I took a deep breath, preparing to drive the final nail in the coffin. “Here, I’ll spell it out: I just wrote that note to get you off my back.”

“Yeah? Well, what about my note, Sanji?” The voice was unmistakable, cutting through the tension like a knife. Y/N came down from the tree, her eyes ablaze with anger. If looks could kill, I’d be dead by now.

“You wrote some bold statements on my note. Here, I even have it.” She pulled it out from her chest, and my heart sank. I couldn’t bear to look at her, knowing I had shattered everything.

As she stood there, I took in her appearance for the first time. Behind the rage, I could see the signs of her struggle. Her white dress was covered in dirt, her sleeve torn off, and deep scratches marred her legs. But she still looked beautiful—my princess, my everything.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for what I’m about to say,” I thought, wishing I could take it all back. I wanted to hold her, to tell her it was all a lie, that I would never marry Pudding. I wanted to confess how I felt about her, to explain that her reckless plan—her being in Dressrosa and me sailing here—almost cost me my sanity.

I wanted to tell her she was the only one I wanted to be with, that I regretted every moment I didn’t fight for her. I wanted to prove I was the man she deserved, especially after that disaster back on Fishman Island.

But instead, I clenched my fists and said the words that would cut deeper than any blade: “You mean absolutely nothing to me.”

Every syllable felt like poison as it left my mouth, and I hated myself for it. I saw her expression shift, hurt washing over her features. It was a look I knew I’d never forget. But I had to keep my distance, keep her safe. And as much as it broke me, I had to see this through. 

“You mean absolutely nothing to me,” I repeated, my voice cold, the words feeling like shards of glass in my throat.

Nami’s voice cut through the tension like a lightning bolt. “Say the truth, Sanji! That wasn’t what you said to Pudding!”

The air around us grew thick with tension, and I could see Y/N tense at Nami’s words, her eyes flashing with uncertainty and pain.

“I told her that I didn’t care about Y/N,” I said, each word a betrayal I loathed, “and that I didn’t love her.” I hated myself for saying it, each syllable a dagger to my own heart.

“Stop lying!” Nami shouted, her voice filled with desperation.

I glanced over at Y/N, and she raised her hand, turning toward Nami with a broken smile. “It’s okay, Nami,” she said softly, but I could see the pain etched in her features, the tears threatening to spill over. I wanted to wipe them away, to tell her that none of it was true, that I did love her, that she was my princess, and that we were engaged. I didn’t care if that part was a lie; the love I felt for Y/N was as real as the air I breathed.

“You know,” she began, her voice steady but strained, “you can insult me or try to convince me that what you’re saying is true, but I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me.” Her gaze locked onto mine, fierce and unwavering. “Tell me you want this… tell me you hate me! I want to hear it from your mouth! Tell me you hate me, obliterate me with your words; I don’t care! Tell me that I mean nothing to you once again, that you want to be with Pudding and live that fantasy of a life. Tell me that you found a love that understands you and loves you more than anyone! And if that is truly what you want, and you can look me in the eyes and say it, I will turn around, and I will be gone with the sun by dusk.”

Her words hit me like a tsunami, each one crashing into me, suffocating me. I opened my mouth to respond, but all I could manage was, “I…”

“Tell me now!” she yelled, the pain in her voice laced with desperation as her body was surrounded by an aura of red electricity, crackling in tune with her emotions.

What is this? I thought, my heart racing. I was caught in the whirlwind of my own lies and her heartache, a maelstrom that threatened to tear us both apart. Her gaze pierced through me, and I could see the flicker of hope in her eyes as she waited for my response, and it crushed me further.

I was losing her, losing everything, and yet, here I was, shackled by my own choices, unable to break free. I wanted to scream the truth, to confess everything—to tell her how much she meant to me. But the weight of my lies held me down, suffocating the words in my throat. I was drowning in the consequences of my actions.

The electricity around Y/N crackled even more fiercely, her hurt and fury tangible. Every second I remained silent was another moment she drifted further away from me. This was it. This was the moment she would leave if I didn’t speak the truth.

But I couldn’t. My lips trembled, but the words never came.

[unauthorized-author]

FROSTDAWN'S LITTERMATES?? they have done LITERALLY nothing besides be the obligatory siblings. UGH

I think it would be neat if Graysky (Graysong in my AU) would've been the one to kill Splashtail. I'm planning to give him and Mistpaw more relevance from the get-go so it wouldn't be out of nowhere. What would that relevance be? idk, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it But ANYWAY, in the AU, Graysong is a bit more muscular. I want Clans to have different leadership styles. Like, the leader and deputy thing still stays, but how they approach those are different. RiverClan might have an "enforcer" outside of the leader and deputy. kind of like an officer, yk? Enforcing the rules that are already set, but they don't have a special status like the deputy. enforcers could be any role (most commonly a warrior, but a medcat or queen enforcer wouldn't be too uncommon) and they have the leader's favor.

SO, since Curlfeather was aiming to be leader, grooming Splashtail to be her deputy (also Frostdawn's arc could also include ending the cycle of abuse holy shit?!?), Graysong might have been an enforcer because he inherited Jayclaw's more muscular build. Muscular but lean, if that makes sense. He could tackle you and make it hurt, but you could also body slam him. Curlfeather is APPARENTLY overprotective of Frostdawn and her littermates (said in River) since Jayclaw died before they were born, but we don't really see that outside of Curlfeather controlling and grooming Frostpaw

So I think this kind of controlling blanket enclosed all of the siblings. I'll get to Mistpaw, but for Graysong, it kind of made him pull away from social interaction and rely more on himself. This is also how he learned to show affection. He was a very diligent kit and apprentice, and he always wanted to battle train, but he wasn't bloodthirsty, he was protective (and maybe a bit controlling as well, depending on where I take his character hehe). so when he saw his sister who had been missing from the Clans without a word for quite some time, about to be murdered by a dictator, something in him just snapped. And yeah, he's younger than Splashface (Splashtail) as well, but unlike Frostdawn, he's been training as a warrior/enforcer for his entire life, PUSHING for battle training, and he would've taken Splashface off-guard, so him killing Splashface is plausible to me.

When Splashface becomes leader, Fognose is his deputy. She advocates for Graypaw being the enforcer, despite Graypaw being Curlfeather's kit (who Splashface hates) and an apprentice. To compensate, Scalestream (canon name is Gorseclaw, this name might change) is the enforcer, and Graypaw's mentor switches from Breezeheart to Scalestream.

Scalestream is who he graduates under. Splashface names him Crookedslime. Crooked- reflecting Splashface's distrust and hatred for all of Curlfeather's kits, and -slime reflecting Splashface's perception of Graypaw; someone who sticks to authority no matter what. So, Crookedslime as a whole name means "suspicious cat who conforms to authority cats."

When all is said and done, when he's reflecting later, he hates how Splashface was kind of right.

When Icewater (Icewing lmfao) becomes leader, Crookedslime's name is changed to Graysong. Gray- because it is his birth name and he is a stoic cat, and -song because he makes the right choices in the end. He served under Splashface without complaint, but ultimately killed him when Frostdawn was about to be murdered.

So, his name as a whole means "dutiful cat who can make the wrong choices but rights them."

Under Icestar, Graysong is the enforcer. He's also the guard for Fognose when she is imprisoned instead of exiled. It tastes bitter for a reason he cannot name, but he doesn't say anything. It'll go away eventually. ... And speaking of names, Mistpaw.

I imagine her as an avoidant character. She wants to fade into the background. She doesn't want to deal with drama.

She and Graysky have practically the same personality in the books because they're so minor.

In my AU, she's soft and a sweetheart, and in a hypothetical where Mistpaw was the one exiled instead, she would've stayed with the Park Cats because it's such a nice calm change of pace.

Mistpaw isn't afraid of change until it hurts her.

She doesn't like to face reality. it's kinda canon in the books as well since canon Mistpaw said this:

"It's true that I'm pleased for you. But I'm confused, too. Our mother seemed so sure that you were meant to be a medicine cat. She went on and on about your dreams...It all seemed so certain. […] That's what's worrying me. Because it was you, Frostpaw, who said StarClan told you Curlfeather was to be our new leader. But if you were never really a medicine cat, if the visions weren't real, then does that mean our mother wasn't destined to be our leader after all? Because if she wasn't, then she didn't have to die." - Shadow pg 92

Anyway, when Frostpaw was traumatized from Curlfeather's death in River, I imagine AU-Mistpaw wouldn't have said anything when she was being pressured to go to the Moonpool (even though Frostpaw witnessed Curlfeather get torn to shreds by dogs there LMFAO RiverClan is full of assholes), but like, at night she would've snuck into Frostpaw's nest and groomed her and such and tell her things like "You don't have to go, Graypaw and I won't make you go, Graypaw will stand up to the Clan, etc." to comfort her sister.

Mistpaw would've also been traumatized by the fact that Graysong killed Splashface and would've been horrified when Frostdawn half-dies. She refuses to leave her sister's side throughout it all, grooming her pelt and bringing her food (though she knows she won't eat it bc haha coma), and Mistpaw even tries out different herbs to make her wake up.

She doesn't find them particularly interesting or thrilling, but something about them is just worth the time. I imagine RiverClan's med-dens are kinda like land coves? Accessible, but isolated. Medicine cats most likely sleep there for protection of both themselves and herbs if a raid were to happen.

So the quietness of the den and taking care of her sister convinces Mistpaw to do two major things.

1: When Frostpaw comes back to life and is granted her name of Frostdawn by Mothwing, the -dawn part inspires Mistpaw. Canonically, Frostdawn was given the -dawn suffix to celebrate change, leading RiverClan into a bright dawn, yada yada. I'm keeping it in my AU, so when Graysong and Mistpool are granted their names by the newly appointed Icestar, Mistpool rejects her name. She doesn't want to be tied to Curlfeather after being in denial for so long, she doesn't want to think about how she didn't stick up for her sister at any point and Frostdawn STILL loves her. She doesn't want to think about the events of ASC at all.

This causes an argument with Graysong because he values identity, but Icestar grants Mistpool a new name of Fishleap, to symbolize the skittish but graceful nature of fish, which can translate into a cat's personality. Icestar was Fishleap's mentor, and she understands. "Icewater," is actually a humiliation name from her time in the dark forest that she chose to keep.

Fishleap rejecting and changing her name... it isn't healing. It's avoidance, but it's a start. Fishleap couldn't tell you if she regrets changing her name or not. Would she go back to Mistpool? Would she compromise with Mistleap or Fishpool? Who knows? She doesn't.

2: When Frostdawn goes back to being a medcat, Fishleap follows. Unlike Frostdawn, Fishleap was never a med-cat. She never even thought of training as one until after the events of AU-ASC. But as I alluded to earlier, something about the profession just draws her in. Being a warrior is stressful. Her mentor was Icewater, and Icewater (and Curlfeather, but she doesn't want to think about that shh) often had to coax Mistpaw out of the apprentice's den to train.

It was always one excuse after another; she's tired, she hurt her ankle, she isn't feeling well, blah blah blah.

But with being a med-cat, there are no excuses. Fishleap doesn't need to make an excuse. She doesn't have a connection to StarClan, but Mothwing doesn't even like StarClan, and Frostdawn doesn't have one either.

(I'm ignoring the fact that her connection to StarClan got retconned in halfway through the arc DESPITE IT BEING SAID FROSTPAW DOESN'T HAVE A CONNECTION?!) Fishleap can just treat cats and gather herbs. So simple.

Her switching from a warrior to med-cat also starts an argument with Graysong, and it kind of leads to a falling out, but as I said earlier, avoidance isn't healing, so I imagine Frostdawn, after everything she went through and the lessons she learned, would want to gentle push her sister in the path of healing, like she is.

Fishleap's name under Splashface was Shredshell, and its meaning is very simple. "Cat whose borders are broken down."

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 12

Pages 331-360

Art continues to deteriorate my art style looks goofy as hell but we're on the final stretch I CAN FEEL IT IN MAH BONES AII AAIII AAAHHH-

*Wrote this forever ago btw. lmfao

Funtime Foxy makes his grand appearance.

I continued to find it hilarious I had zero ideas for Foxy considering he's such a fan favorite but Funtime Foxy I had ideas for.

Foxy that's harassment.

Under usual circumstances I think they're pretty friendly but obviously Freddy's harboring a person in his stomach rn so...Not good. XD

Shinji toilet pose aside, Funtime Freddy being relatable is what I ended up going with for this "Rewrite" in the script. People liked Funtime Freddy's relatability so I ended up choosing that in this segment over him being a threatening antagonist.

Was that a good choice? idk.

If you're wondering:

The original concept was that due to Funtime Freddy's stubbornness and general anxiety, he was the ONE robot Mike couldn't logic talk his way around.

Ended up going with this route of Mike's usual adaptability to switching to soothing Freddy to get him to do what he wants.

Because Creation's Mike's biggest character trait is being a manipulator X'D

Which I can't remember if I've touched on this before buuuut:

Thematically Mike and William having the character traits of "manipulator" is intentional.

Like Mike and William in general are written to have a LOT of parallels.

Both are ill as fuck mentally, Mike just copes with it better.

Mike has support systems to keep him from becoming anything like William.

Mike has the ability to confront things WAAAY better than William.

Mike and William both have shitty relationships with their parents.

They even kinda LOOK similar. (In a VERY early draft I vaguely remember considering Mike to be one of William's kids but this was dropped so early in development but Mike having a shitty father was smth that stayed as a concept through to the final.)

Point is: They're alike. And that's fun to see how exactly our protagonist Mikey boy is compared to William as more scenes with William happen. He's not nearly focused on as much in the FNAF 1 arc but I plan to show him more in other comics eventually. Like Spring Bonnie's friends.

Oh hey color is back.

Mike contemplates what to do moving forward considering Funtime Freddy can't move forward.

Mike NOOOOO.

Flaaaaaashback.

Pep talk from Mike.

Funtime Freddy wanting to avoid Michael.

For some reason.

Michael being sus.

Well, he got dunked on.

IT WAS A LONG TIME COMING. THE REVEAL BABYYYYYY.

Alright let's talk quickly about the reveal shit and all of it leading to this: Michael's design was a huge give away. He's had the face plate design on his face since his first appearance. He's been very obviously a Sister Location inspired robot. Robots made by William Afton.

He and Sammy are the only two people with unrealistic eye colors.

Michael's eyes were often drawn glowing.

Michael's backstory just didn't make any sense if you looked at it hard enough. (This is because he's not a real person)

His "Death" at the hands of mangle show he could get impaled in the stomach and live. Because he's a robot.

And why?

Why did the story take this narrative route: I just wanted to make a robot character that seemed human better than Charlie from the trilogy.

Logic wise she makes no sense and I wanted to write a robot that pretends to be human with more logic behind it. (...Yes fnaf is insane but I do like a level of logic to the stories...otherwise it's just gets silly and outlandish and not in a fun way. ESPECIALLY if you have a twist/reveal...Like those are only impactful in a satisfying way if there's LOGIC behind it)

FSR, out of EVERY bullshit thing in FNAF. Charlie being a robot pisses me off the most. X'D

Originally: Michael was meant to run around in a female Spring Bonnie suit and a reveal was that HE WAS this Spring Bonnie character. (I would still like to do this somewhere down the line possibly without the reveal. X"D) His name was also "Dave" at one point. He was a red haring for the killer back when I first started writing the plot of this comic.

This character evolved into William's weird robot son in a lowkey call back to the stupid af "Mikebot" theory. X'D

SO Michael's entire existence in this comic is "Shit I hated the fandom's/the book's take on, done in a way I enjoy"

Yeah Mike, Michael's your friend.

All of Michael's actions do speak to a level of him caring about Mike's safety and friendship.

I'll let Michael monologue but man I just. Love MIchael so much in this comic. X'D

He's not a good person by any stretch. He's sat idly by while his father MURDERED PEOPLE for his creation.

Also: This comic's name "Creations".

Michael is the creation.

*Dabs* This is so stupid. XD

But yeah Michael: That sweet persona he slaps on is a mask. He's a jaded, kind of evil person. HE IS Afton's children. None of them were good people either.

Like cody: he's too much of a coward to face his father.

Like Josh: He's an asshole

and Like how Elizabeth became: he's a manipulator.

Michael's awful and I love him.

He's also very tragic for the reason he is an entity in perpetual agony and emotionally (And honestly physically due to how he describes the process of Afton creating him) abused by his father.

He feels powerless to change things but wants too, exerts control over characters he KNOWS he can like the funtime animatronics and does so due to being powerless in other fields of his life.

He slaps on a mask of this friendly ignorant facade of the owner's sheltered son so people will like, trust and want to be friends because he's a lonely person who can only make friends with his father's OTHER victims who are trapped inside the suits/animatronics. (Since as I stated Michael IS a victim in this too)

Bonnie even seems to KNOW he's a victim considering Michael's talk with Bonnie way earlier in the comic.

But this mask cracks around Mike because Mike is in a lot of ways JUST like Michael.

Abused by their family, powerless, putting on facades and masks and at the end of the day just want others to connect with them and to change horrible circumstances.

We reached the image limit but I love these characters so much. 💙💜

*And talking form 10/11/2024 now: I have a desire to finish this ARC of the story! So stay tuned and hopefully i stay motivated!

[goji-pilled]

MK-S: (Unmarked talk about the final boss of the Elden Ring DLC ahead, but you already know about him. This warning is more for anyone else reading. Though feel free to PM me if you’d like me to resubmit this ask with any redactions, if you want to respond but don’t want the spoilers mentions, as I just saw you were censoring spoiler information.)

I was randomly thinking one day and decided to give myself a challenge to defend Miquella’s actions. (I don’t agree with them, but that’s what makes it a challenge; trying to think of things in a different way, and see if I can stumble across new ideas/theories in the process.) That’s when I realized something, and I’ll start a new paragraph for dramatic effect and intro. (Please keep in mind this isn’t my “headcanon”, but rather a possible “interpretation” of events.)

I had wondered for the longest time how Miquella’s “eternal youth” could be considered a curse. On its surface, it seems more like a minor inconvenience, especially compared to Rot. But as I was thinking about Miquella’s actions and this notion, a thought struck me: What it’s not just his body that was eternally young, but his mind/maturity? Physically unable to emotionally mature, and being stuck with a child’s outlook of the world. Now THAT could definitely qualify as more of a curse. And makes events take on a tragic new light.

Miquella seems to want to help people, like a kindly child, but he’s not able to truly grasp concepts like the importance of choice and free will. So in his mind, if he wants people to stop fighting and get along, the simplest thing to do is brainwash them and then problem solved, they stopped fighting each other. But he fails to truly grasp that he took something important from them.

Come think of it, maybe that’s what his promise with Rahdan was; if a truly young Miquella, as in only 12 years old and named an Empyrean, a god to be, sought comfort from his older half brother Rahdan, Rahdan may have made an offhand promise or agreement to help calm the distressed child. But since, under this interpretation, Miquella remains immature, then like other children he just operates under the mindset of “a promise is a promise”. So when Rahdan doesn’t follow through on a promise he didn’t really mean, or even thought was taken seriously, Miquella throws a tantrum and sends Malenia after him.

No wonder Malenia describes him as “the most fearsome Empyrean of all”; He has all these powers, he’s a genius as evidenced by the spells he’s created along with the Needle, and he’s too emotionally immature to be responsible with his gifts.

Hope this was entertaining to read. Again, I’m not saying nor suggesting “this is official, how it’s meant to be”, but just thinking about a different interpretation of the circumstances, and how those interpretations result in new stories and motivations. Good day to you!

See when it comes to Miquella I have many thoughts, especially with the vow he and Radahn made.

While I certainy see and understand the argument that perhaps his eternal youth also refers to his emotional maturity and mental state, I'm not a fan. But that's more a personal thing.

I feel like something that helps a lot with understanding him is the fact that he and Ranni are very clear parallels/foils in terms of their characters.

Unless of course someone doesn't understand Ranni either, in which case we get the takes such as "They're both evil but Ranni gets excused because she's hot" lmfao

They're both Empyreans, possible canidates to succeed Marika and become a god and when you think about it they take quite similiar paths in the end.

Ranni -> Orchestrates the Night of Black Knives in which she uses her step-half brother Godwyn to rid herself of her empyrean flesh -> Radahn and the Radahn festival play a key role -> The Tarnished essentially becomes her Promised Consort -> Age of Stars

Miquella -> Bewitched his half brother Mohg to use him for his plan -> rids himself of his empyrean flesh -> Radahn and the Radahn festival play a key role -> Promised Consort Radahn / Radahn Consort of Miquella -> Age of Compassion (Had he suceeded)

And there's of course the two most important points:

A god who forces his will onto the people, a god who grants the people true free will and their perception of love.

Love is something natural to Miquella. Love and affection are given to him freely by so many, for him love may very well have been taken granted, and why shouldn't he? Like I said everyone loved him, gave it to him freely as if it's the easiest thing in the world. And why shouldn't someone who's kind at heart wish to share this with the world? To unite all beings in a kind, gentler world.

And then he make his gravest mistake: to abandon his kindess and love. To rid himself not just of his flesh, but of the very thing he had promised to use to make the world better.

But he still wants to lead the world into an age of compassion, of love! And if someone rejects his love? Well, he'll just make them accept, makes them love him. It's better for their own good if he is the one who makes this choice for them.

Yet the truth is: What meaning holds "love" and a supposed "Age of Compassion" forced upon you by a god that cannot even love anymore?

But to Ranni? Oh to Ranni love is a precious thing. She's a carian, and boy, carians simply love at their very core. From Rennala, to Rellana, Rykard, Radahn, Ranni herself and even Blaidd: They all love. She loved and trusted her brothers, she loves Blaidd and Iji, sounds guilty when she speaks about how much they're both willing to give her, she chooses the Tarnished as her consort and let's them hold her heart in their palms. She does not give her love out lightly, because it is a precious thing, but she treasures it.

And on top of that she stands for the right to choose, to dictate your own fate without any god or order forcing their will onto you, to not be controlled by these things. That's the order she envisons, led by the moon into the dark night and far away from the world. Even if it means facing uncertainty amd being afraid, from that day on the people will have the chance to truly choose their fates without gods.

And this shows with their chosen consorts too.

Although they made a vow, it is entirely possible Radahn did not actually want to be part of this after the Shattering (unless I'm missing something), which possibly may have led to the Battle of Aeonia and could explain Malenia's line "Miquella awaits thee, O Promised Consort" right before she blooms. Even more so because I vaguely recall hearing something about Jerren and Radahn having made a promise to have Radahn die an honourable death at the Festival.

If that is the case, and the Consort Radahn we face may as well be charmed like Mohg was (it is his body too so like...) it yet again parallels with Ranni.

Because Ranni chooses the Tarnished, we are her only choice, and yet she does not force them. In fact, Ranni does everything in her power to ensure the Tarnished is well aware of everything even before she gives them the key, as shown through the conversations during the hunt for the Shadow in Nokstella. Hell, the ring itself holds a warning!!

Yet even after all of that, she still makes sure to let us know what the Age of Stars entails.

She has made her choice, and she chose us and she has been open and honest so that we can make a choice too.

I have said this before but all things considered, especislly the nature of the ring, the game could've easily locked us in the Age of Stars ending but it doesn't. And it is extremely reflective of Ranni as a character. She will not ever force us to do anything even if it means losing the chance to realize her order, even if it means experiencing heartbreak, well aware of what it can do.

Fate and love are things not to be forced no matter what, they are choices, because Ranni may have rid herself of her flesh, may be ready to betray everything, but she still holds onto her heart, her ideals, her love and the ability to love.

To Miquella love is a means to an end, a weapon if need be, and the right to choose does not matter anymore, because he not just rid himself of his flesh but of his love and ability to love. In the name of achieving godhood he has lost himself, he is but a husk with the empty ambition to fulfill a child's dream.

The worst part? Saint Trina, the part that was his love begs you to kill him, because godhood would be a prison for him.

Miquella is not evil, nor is he good.

Miquella is a tragedy.

[gomzwrites]

✧✿✧˖° Chocolate °˖✧✿✧

Hello heLLOO! *waves excitedly over a round table* come come I have tea and dessert for everyone *pulls out a few chairs*

Alright, so. Some of my thoughts first regarding the Academic AU

I wrote this fic longer than intended because I was going heavy with the details and plot

Though I am wondering if this kind of smut is welcome here, because I've let a few of my friends to read it and gotten mix responses, some said it was lengthy while some said they liked it

Personally, I was trying to walk readers through the entire process, and since its the first encounter/$ex scene, I wanted to show the small details to indicate some stuff

Initially I was going to write like virgin reader for the innocent sake. but that will make my fic longer WHEEZE-

I ended up hinting the "innocent" part with the floral pattern on the brief, well I say hint but idk if that was obvious lmfao anyways-

not to say I dont like longer fics, but the longer I write, the more mistakes im gonna encounter (if you can't tell already, i struggle a lot with grammar lol)

In the end after much consideration, ive cut down heavily on the smut and condensed to what we have now and Im okay with it, tho I would like to hear your thoughts (send me anonymously if you're shy, or just comment, I dont bite I promise :D)

Okay, *pours everyone a cup of tea*, some headcannons and notes

So, as you all can tell, there was a hint of mlm there of Price x Simon, not sure how everyone think about it but I for one eat that shit up

Now, I did gave some thoughts about the subjects Price and Simon teach, in the end though I decided to leave it blank because I couldn't be sure

See im from Asia so the education system here is extremely different from the UK/US, and I got kinda confused and overwhelmed with the choices XD so I just left it blank

I was going to write them with STEM majors, but eeerrr Idk, cant really picture Price or Simon as engineer or medicine lecturers(iykyk)(rise up my STEM sisters and brothers-)

Perhaps you can give me some thoughts about it, I was thinking something about History for Price, then something about Linguistic/Statistic/Psychology for Simon

Okay, Gaz also made an appearance on the fic((of course he did, my precious bb)), now for him I have a solid idea to make him Pharmacology based or at least somewhere along the healthcare sector, hence the Dr

I might, also bring Soap in the future, but I dont know how or what his role will be yet (gym tutor? physical therapist?)

Will I make this into a poly thing? Im not sure, probably not XD but I might do a special moment with Gaz bcuz im that bias

oh yeah, forgot add on, but yes there's a reason for the name changes(Mr Riley to Simon) and name that stayed (Prof Price), its just to further show that Price has the power and all the sayings (you know cuz he is the Captain originally so I wanted to bring that over)

You wanna call him John? mmmm that's gonna take some convincing and time >:)

Lastly, some future plans (no promises) - nsfw here

many h0rny, many ideas, many tired

anyways, Im thinking of xreader individually fic(like Price x you then Simon x you separately), then eventually building it up to both of them destroying you in threesome manner (lovingly)

I want. I want to write Price being mEAN YALL-

Like him bullying you and putting a vibrat0r inside you and force you to come out to write something on the board in front of everyone, dialing up the intensity as you try your hardest not to cum right there

or or or or or

thinking about c0ckwarming under his desk- raaasdajdgajdh

then Simon...oh sweet sweet Simon

Im thinking maybe dom!reader, just a maybe.

Riding him until he's a whimpering sobbing mess

Idk if anyone remembered, but u know this part?

:)

yeah, maaaaaybe Simon has that exhibitionism kink

so lets abuse that shall we

thinking of doing it in the car park/in his car, you giving him head under the steering wheel as he pulls down the car window slightly to talk to a student who just wanted to chat

Poor him trying to be calm and steady his tone as his knuckles turned white, hands clammy as you suck harder, not giving a damn if you're going to draw attention

or or or or or or or

going back to the riding part, tying him up with his tie, not letting him touch you as you ride that dick like your life depends on it, you hear him begging and whimpering, bucking his hips up desperately

im very unwell

ANYWAYS, ye so far, these are the only ideas I have atm, but don't expect me to write it so soon haha

If im gonna be honest, this blog was created when I had a massive art block, and then somehow (even until today!!) my soft fics blew up and ye it escalated from there

not really but also- If you see me write a fic, its usually bcuz im struggling with art, likewise if you followed me on @gomzdraws or twitter, you would notice im more active cause I think for me, drawing is easier than writing

im grateful to be able to express in two mediums tho, even tho I suck at it haha

but I do sincerely want to make this into a series, so I thank everyone for being patience with me, I appreciate it

Ogeh, *brings out a briefcase* recommendation time

if you like Prof AUs, then boi do I have some fics for you here in tumblr

Guyfierii has a long Prof series and they're wonderful

mehh141's amAZING PROF PRICE ART IM CRYING-

Shroomie (one of the first few blog I was exposed to when I started reading cod fics :D) made 2 Prof fics as well - sadly I dont think they're active since April because of uni :(

ajhdkadh sleepyconfusedpotato, the god of both being a great artist and oc!fic writer made a post a while ago about tf141 possible Professor headcannons - give it a look if ya interested

that is all from me, and btw don't feel obligated to comment or send me a text or anything!! The fact that you made it till the end is already making me happy :D thanks for reading my babbling and points LMAO

Have a nice day/night friends :)

[dalliansss]

Ultimate ship meme:

Maeglin and let’s see…..Glorfindel? I’m feeling some Fallen Banners.

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? Until the fall of Gondolin

How quickly did/will they fall in love? Very quickly for Maeglin. Maeglin + Blondes = 🤩

How was their first kiss? Awkward.

Wedding:

Who proposed? Maeglin

Who is the best man/men? Salgant

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? Ecthelion

Who did the most planning? Glorfindel. But both fussed til kingdom come

Who stressed the most? Glorfindel.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? Uhh. All of Gondolin was invited because Glorfindel, tbh

Sex:

Who is on top? They switch.

Who is the one to instigate things? Maeglin lmfao

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? Depends really. They edge couple of times just to prolong the intimacy.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Yes.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 

How many children will they adopt? -

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - 

Who is the stricter parent? -

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? -

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? -

Who is the more loved parent? -

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?

Who cried the most at graduation? - 

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - 

Cooking: 

Who does the most cooking? Neither. But Maeglin can cook decently.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Glorfindel.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Maeglin

How often do they bake desserts? - Sometimes

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Glorfindel loves his salads, ok

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Glorfindel

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Glorfindel

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? Glorfindel LOL

Chores: 

Who cleans the room? Maeglin

Who is really against chores? Glorfindel

Who cleans up after the pets? Neither. Stablehands can handle the horses

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Glorfindel

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Glorfindel

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Maeglin

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Glorfindel omfg

Who takes the dog out for a walk? N/A

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Often, mostly Glorfindel's job

What are their goals for the relationship? Both just wanted to be happy with the other for as long as they possibly could. And then that disastrous mining trip happened.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Depends. Both can sleep all day in ideal circumstances.

Who plays the most pranks? Glorfindel, if only to make Maeglin laugh more often.

@elentarial

[sakumasmut]

(fem reader)

this is REALLY self indulgent and just word vomit but basically i saw a tweet on my tl talking abt some of juns gap moe and somehow it led to me thinking that like. yeah jun can obviously be dom when it comes to sex but i also think itd be very easy to take control instead and fluster him to the point where hes blushing and embarrassed. with how teasing he can be and how often he tries to fluster you itd be really endearing to see him be the one teased and flustered instead

he definitely wasnt allowed to be in any relationships in the past due to his father, so all his knowledge on sexual relationships comes from the media hes consumed, all of which had the man as the dominant one (not exactly a conscious choice by him, but because thats just whats more common and easier to find when it comes to basically any form of porn) so the thought of you as the dom one never crossed his mind at first, but if he were to ever just fantasize or dream abt it he’d definitely be into it, though his pride(?) wouldnt let him admit it to you at first as he’d be too embarrassed lmfao

i think he’d try and act more dominant during sex by pinning you down onto the ground/bed/couch, however i think that if you were to literally flip him over so that you’re sitting on top of him hed get flustered right away and end up enjoying it fjdkfk. hed probably also stutter and ask what youre doing bc you surprised him so much. granted hes still the top with you riding him but in the end youre the one in control, going at whatever pace you please and switching to other positions to whatever and whenever you want, ordering him on what to do. honestly if you pinned him under you, you wouldnt even have to be stronger than him physically i think he’d genuinely be too flustered to resist enough to take control again (and bc he genuinely enjoys it ofc and doesnt want to resist).

you two might end up often fighting/in a power struggle over who gets to be in control for a session, trying to pin the other down and get them to submit, and of course thered also be times where the two of you make plans on whos going to be what before you even start, especially if you’re planning on eventually pegging him (which he tries to act nonchalant about but lets be real he’d be excited as hell and probably started constantly fantasizing abt it after the first time you suggested it).

tldr jun should get femdommed bc i said so

oh wow, I like this a lot! sub jun needs more content and I didnt realize he was so gap moe either?? 😭 I love him even more

[apoptoses]

“Angle of Incidence was so extreme, I thought if people enjoyed that then nothing I wrote could put them off” oh for sure. I felt legit uncomfortable/in physical distress (in the best of ways) while reading it, and it’s a feeling I still haven’t quite shaken off, whereas with Fate as it Flows it was just an extremely enjoyable experience from beginning to end.

“I have two completed things on deck and the idea of posting them is now excruciating lol But I deeply appreciate your encouragement” fingers and toes crossed we get to see those soon! Saw your other comment about *ahem* my prompt, and you have no idea how over the moon I am about that one! Pride month going out with a bang I see, phew 🥵

“if you blur your vision a little and ignore her boobs she even LOOKS Armand-y at times” that’s the plan (not that I don’t do that already with uh... plenty of media but yt there will be real intent here lol). will be back with more comments once I get around to watching all those you listed but ugh yes Madchen/Spader feel so them, aesthetically. What I’m liking about Spader in partic is that he not only looks like a beautiful weirdo but also like a grown ass man which Daniel is supposed to be, mf was in his early 30′s ffs, and I have a hard time associating the whole twink vibe with him (as much as I love River’s... well, everything, that's the category he falls into most of the time). Spader is pretty and lean and tall but also strong and manly and alll of those are essential ingredients of the Molloy cocktail imo. 

“Please respond asap with which Succession character is your favorite, I need to know” obviously Tom lmfao, that’s MY princess Diana right there. I attribute 50% of my undying love to the character itself and the other 50% to how perfectly MattMac nailed every single line of dialogue for 4 seasons in a row. Succession’s MVP if I say so myself (which is insane considering how pretty much everyone was the MVP at one point or another). 

Pandora sends her love! xoxo DA 🐱

Saw your other comment about *ahem* my prompt, and you have no idea how over the moon I am about that one! Pride month going out with a bang I see, phew 🥵 <- Yes! I have it all done, it needs a final glance for typos but it'll get published this week! And it features Armand with his hair cut short, stealing Daniel's glasses and pretending to be him. I hope you're happy with it when I post it!

What I’m liking about Spader in partic is that he not only looks like a beautiful weirdo but also like a grown ass man which Daniel is supposed to be, mf was in his early 30′s ffs, and I have a hard time associating the whole twink vibe with him <- Exactly! If you watch his 80s films you get the whole young!Daniel from early in the chase but once the early 90s films hit it's the Full Molloy with bags under his eyes and laugh lines. He's an adult! A hot man with chest hair and a perpetually tired disposition who's always dtf but also looks like he needs a nap.

And like given his film choices, I swear. Had someone called him up and said 'hey, we've got a role for you playing a guy who's fatally obsessed and head over heels for a vampire who stalks him, has weird threesomes with him, and eventually kills him and turns him' Spader would have said sign me the fuck UP. God the missed chances, if only QotD had been picked up by someone who'd keep the characters the same.

YES as always you have taste! You know Anne Rice wanted him to play Marius and he did a reading of Prince Lestat right? haha MattMac just made Tom such a weirdo that even at his worst he's a sympathetic character. All I ever wanted for Tom was for him to succeed (and like, maybe to bone someone who actually likes him, lord).

Estimating I'll post your fic Wednesday, but bear with me if life happens ♥

[caatws]

This might be a bad reading of events but I think there just wasn't any true desire to build back up a story for Gamora at the very end of gotg's trilogy. James Gunn has said several times the story of the guardians was always going to end with Rocket's origin story and that Rocket is the character he feels closest too. Instead of altering part of the plan to accommodate what was done with Gamora he altered how he usually approached Gamora's development and prominence to accommodate the story. Endgame absolutely showed Gamora being invested in her relationship with Nebula and having strong feelings about everything that was going on. There was a lot to work with to give her a fuller story and arc. I think some better choices needed to be made between what needed to take place in vol 3 to fulfill James Gunn's vision and what they wanted to do in Infinity War to prop up Thanos.

more vol 3 spoilers under the cut~

i'm aware gunn always wanted to focus more on rocket later down the line and that he's always connected with him the most and i'm not disagreeing with that, or how 2014!gamora acted in endgame for that matter. it was just strange to me to see that she didn't seem any closer or that close in general to nebula 2 years after that. like weirdly gamora and nebula seemed closer in vol 2 than in vol 3 to me? but that could've just been me watching the 2 films back to back so they were just begging to be directly compared LOL

but as it stands, original gamora's arc is just....not good. nothing abt her character in vol 2 suggests that her arc was so close to ending in her death that it would happen in her literal next appearance? i'm sure for gunn he was stuck in between a rock and a hard place of how he much he was gonna continue going with his original vision (rocket centric story) vs trying to change up anything in iw/endgame that he didn't agree with (tho i would argue given the russos retconned parts of gamora's background that had been established in vol 1/2, gunn should've gotten to retcon something they did in return LMFAO)

anyway, i get that trying to pick up and resume the greater gotg story from iw/endgame and the gamora situation was gonna be a tall order regardless of what the story of vol 3 was gonna be, so my bigger issue that i think could've been more realistically fixed is the ways the other guardians grieved (or didn't grieve) gamora, bc it rly did seem like peter was the only one who was upset abt it. would've at least been cool to see a convo between him and the others or nebula in particular abt how he isn't the only one grieving...but i guess he was?

[erasedvoice]

this is mostly me shitposting but i was bored and don’t feel like drawing lmao (also sorry its low quality LMFAO)

template by @ misxtune on tiktok!

explanation and clean copy under the cut vvv (lots of ranting abt characters lol)

clean copy:

explanations:

okay SO im very indecisive (as you can see) but i love looking into characters and so it’s hard to just choose one LMAO

i love both casey and usagi in the way that casey is kind of just this teenager who puts on a hockey mask and happens to meet the turtles, he’s super supportive and has such a loyal and resilient character that i just appreciate him lol

usagi is always the samurai that is very dedicated to honor and i honestly just find his character so interesting, especially in 2003

IDW bebop and rocksteady. i love how these two, in this iteration, are the villains that tend to goof off and make jokes but stay focused on their mission — see Attack On Technodrome #125-130 — and are powerful villains despite their jokes and fooling around

attack on technodrome is also one of my favorite arcs because it shows the careful planning of the turtles and the sacrifices they make for each other, how far theyre willing to go shows their bonds are

SAINW. there isnt enough that i can say about this episode — how much is showcased that, quite literally, when one falls, they all fall. especially when its the mediator of a group and a very loved family member, the four of them are four, and always will be.

even in the last ronin, mikey showed his exhaustion for war and how when mikey was looking at the aftermath, he couldnt get over it and continuously felt guilt over his decision

as for the punk frogs comic, i see that arc as a whole in favor; from the disappeared mutant frog to donatello’s encounter with dr. barlow — it builds up so meticulously and even looks back to recent/past trauma, which ive noticed that few iterations go in detail with.

favorite characters-

mikey- i love his personality in 2003, and i genuinely admire his style of fighting thats unpredictable and confident. he can be distractable and isnt always the most powerful, but hes very adaptable and can goof around while skill taking what hes doing seriously. in IDW, he at first plays mediator, then shifts into a more relaxed but focused personality. he has very strong morals and even steps away from his family for them briefly — although first and foremost, he loves his family and just wants to be together and happy

leo- i love his IDW arcs; especially dark leo, because it shows how even as the leader, it can leave him with making difficult choices despite his strong goal of keeping his family safe first. when he defeats dark leo, he goes through a recovery arc that his family helps him through. as for 2003, leo is the leader that knows how to work with hus family, and even when he makes the wrong choices or keeps things to himself and explodes, he is always family centered and grateful for their care. he has a very interesting character thats honestly explored in various ways through other iterations as well, but its always somehow tied to protecting his family

donatello- okay, so hes my favorite turtle in general, but IDW, 2012, and 2003 have paricularly stuck out to me. in 2012, aside from his crush on April throughout the series, i very much appreciate his character and bonds. the self-hatred he holds for being a mutant i found very interesting — it isnt overtly discussed in 2012, but its mentioned enough that its clear. and while hes not a hothead like raphael, he does have moments of anger, especially in Heart of Evil. this series shows that where hes the science heart of the team, there is a lot of pressure on him during battle because of that. this continues and he even explodes on leo for the pressure. in 2003, hes almost the opposite — a gentle heart, and a mediator between his family. he’s very rarely pressured for his inventions, and willing to help another no matter who they are. despite this, he has his moments of mischief, and a morally grey line that he crosses at times. as for IDW, i love his arcs with dr. barlow and attack on technodrome — the sacrifices he makes for his family, and a sacrifice he almost takes himself as a result. this iteration also touches on his trauma the most, where it mentions the attack on technodrome arc several times and manifests as trauma through the series. this iteration also has him go to an alternate reality that shakes him — see Turtles in Time #1-4. overall, i appreciate donatello’s character in the iterations, showcasing his intellect, passion, and struggles.

raphael- i gotta admit, 1987 raphael has a special place in my heart bc this iteration hes so funny, and so much different than how other iterations act — although 2018 is most similar to his personality in 1987. all iterations of raph speak to me (and 2003 comes to a close second in favorites for his passions and struggles) but ive found 1987 raph to be my first favorite for his one-liners and expressions.

minor notes-

2003 splinter i love for his attention and care for the turtles, hes not overly strict like 2012 or overly humorous like 2018 and 1987, but he does have his moments of humor. 2012 and 1987 i like his sense of humor, and IDW is interesting for his morals that become influenced and, later on, his realization and redemption (kind of?) for his past decisions

and yes, i like tmnt vs batman movie for its humor and animation. i love their character designs, expressions, and attitude (tmnt vs batman mikey is another favorite of mine tbh) with each other and with allies and enemies. i also like the showcase of leo’s struggle as a leader, and his desire to keep his family safe as well as his frustrations when he isnt able to protect them. its very brief, but it speaks out to me in this way

sorry this turned out so long LMAO but i really do love tmnt iterations

i may or may not have a whole google doc of character analysis thats still in progress 💀

[swelling-feeling]

imagine laying in Spinel's lap. but ever so slightly she grows herself, gradually enveloping your head in her growing tummy

method of growth left up to choice

Oh, aint this some shit, lmfao/amused

Maxim's just having a very nice moment, resting his head on Spinel's lap, mayhaps even gently purring from the comfort - not even noticing as his beloved's tummy begins peeking more and more from under her shirt

from here? all possibilities are open lmfao

She could be fully in on it; planned it as a means to try a new way to fluster Maxim - She could be completely clueless to it, merely focused on petting her beloved, not paying too much mind to her tummy growing and gently pressing against her beloved's cheek

Depending on what's the method of growth here, the experiance can differ, but the ultimate result of fluster and a slight difficulty with breath is to be expected lmao - be it liquid or just pure growth of mass, that's just going to be rather heavy lmao, Maxim mostly being confused for a moment, but not being able to do much if anything when he finally realises what's up, mostly trying to keep his head sideways as a means of trying to breathe in some way - be it some kind of air, something light but still enough not to lift, the soft hiss would lightly catch Maxim's attention, but wouldnt exactly do anything about it due to being comfortable, thus his growing blush when he feels her belly slowly inflate against his face, before practically pressing him down against her lap with all that pressure - all the same, his head is turned to the side, so he can hear all the sounds inside her stomach, be it sloshing, groaning, squeaking; the works! otherwise, here's hoping Maxim at least tried to take off his glasses before all this, because it'd be a slight yikes if he still had them on while Spinel's growing stomach completely smooshed him

either way, Maxim would end up completely buried under Spinel's belly, rather flustered over hearing all those sounds it's making, not to mention being in that position to begin with, and Spinel might be a little bit flustered herself as well, but i can 100% imagine her trying to be smug about it - even if its flustering her to have him in that position in the first place

and the most amusing idea? If it was all planned, i can imagine her pulling out one of the vials of the eldritch inflation potion that Maxim sometimes makes for her, from her gem, quickly downing the contents of the vial before discreetly hiding it back into her gem, continuing to pat her beloved's head as to not make him pay too much attention with what she's just done

lmfao, my brain is

BUZZING

and i may or may not write something up later with whatever concrete idea manifests itself in my brain inspired by all this lmfao

[thelivingautomaton]

okay i’ve determined i’m malding for two main reasons (under read more for length)

1) ok like. i appreciate the value of time spent setting up the narrative pieces of various plots/arc/factions and then stringing them together and allowing space for the players to discover or do as much or as little as they can think of when formulating their approach. i love good worldbuilding and making player efforts feel real and earned as much as the next guy! but when that takes up like, three sessions in a row, spaced out over ~2 months...whew

> i think this is more frustrating now with specifically this campaign b/c story-wise it feels like we should be getting closer to the endgame vis a vis BBEG’s plans, but we’re stuck spinning our wheels trying to figure out the like, three or four separate factions (of varying degrees of nefariousness and/or evil) that are all connected and involved somehow. that and/or we as players (or maybe just me as a player, lol) aren’t hitting on the “right” questions to ask or avenues of approach to make everything click together the way the dm wants us to

> this is where the “d&d is a time to hang out and be fantasy goofballs with your friends” manta comes in handy, cos like...i think for me it’s easy to slip into “task mode”, i.e. framing sessions as “what tasks have i/we accomplished during this time? what new info did we gain? what narrative beats did we made happen (and/or had happen to us)?”. checking off tasks in video game quests, basically. so sometimes i do need to remind myself to like, unclench my butthole and allow myself to have fun and goof off without “accomplishing” any larger overarching goal

2) except that one of the other players in our group has terminal dm brain, or maybe video game tactician brain, in the sense that it feels to me like he wants to be able to maneuver both his character and all the other player characters in the ways he thinks will produce the most “positive” or rewarding result (i.e. winning an encounter, gaining tactical advantages, etc) with the least amount of player “errors”/mistakes/bad choices/etc. but then when other players in the group (or even npcs) fail to act according to how he thinks they should act, he gets resentful and pissy about it. even if only 25% of whatever he’s been cooking in his head has been actually communicated to the rest of the group

> like, as we were making a plan to get info, he was like “i’m gonna deploy you, you, and you to go here” and our dm kinda nudged him like “you mean, you’re gonna ask your friends if they can go there and do that for you?” 

> then (long story short) his character and mine go to scope out a spooky package delivery involving a magic portal door. he’s like “ok, you wait outside, i’ll go in.” he goes through the magic door, shuts the door behind him and keeps the key, so i’m completely cut off from the action. THEN when the shady people who are moving the spooky package come through the magic door and i briefly encounter them, somehow it’s MY fault and I’M the one that fucked up the recon. and now i’m separated from the rest of the party as they’re about to (maybe) fight these shady guys, which is also our first combat encounter in like, four months, lmfao.

> to be fair i also legitimately can’t tell if it’s just his character that thinks my character is an obnoxious dumbass (which is allowed) or if he personally thinks i am an obnoxious dumbass, and i get that part of d&d roleplay is playfully taking the piss and having characters Banter(TM), but it’s kinda rough when i feel like 80% of the time the banter from his character to mine is unironically some variation of “(patronizing) why don’t you play with your blocks in the corner and stay out of the way while the Real Adults do the talking”. this is probably something i could (and should) bring up, i just don’t know how without wanting to shuck off all my skin and retreat into the woods out of sheer embarrassment re: Asserting A Human Feeling

> also he’s gotten yelled at by our dm at least twice for getting on steam and playing a different video game altogether during our sessions any time someone else’s character has the spotlight or his character isn’t in the scene. like, i’m also friends with him on steam, i get the alerts when he boots up risk of rain, it’s Not A Good Look imo

anyway idk what i’m gonna even do other than angrily crochet about it, but 🤷 such is life!

not me still malding over last night's d&d session and like, not even in a fun way