#i think im speaking to a brick wall here

[futbolfatale]

Origin Story: Morning After

Pairing: Alpha Alexia Putellas/Omega Reader, Omega Mapi León/Omega Reader, Alpha Ingred Engen/Omega Reader, Omega Ona Battle/Omega Reader

Summary: You run into Maddie after class luckily Alexia is there to save you.

Okay, maybe going to the after-party was a stupid idea you stumble your way to your 7 am lecture with a pounding headache and an ache in your cunt. You left Mapi’s apartment at 5 and caught a cab to get to your apartment so you could change and get to class on time.

There is no doubt that you reek like them but you didn't have time to shower and get to class on time. Leaving early had the added benefit of avoiding any awkward conversations since they didn’t know where you went to school and you hadn’t exchanged numbers with any of them. Surely they wouldn’t want to see you again after last night. You can’t help but wonder what life would be like if you were with them as unbelievable as that is. How happy you would be if you had always had a special connection to the omegas in your life and this pack has two it's like heaven for you.

Your lectures wrap up about four hours later and you trail out into the hall trying to avoid Maddie like the plague. But her lily and patulio scent hits you like a brick wall making you stop in your tracks. it seems your efforts are for nothing as Maddie rounds the corner walking directly toward you. So of course you like any normal person turn and start speed walking away from her. “Are you seriously running away from me right now?” She growls snatching your wrist. “Oh sorry Maddie I didn’t see you.” you smile fakely at her. “You owe me I can’t believe you just abandoned me at the game you could have at least helped me out” She glances down at her sweats and your eyes naturally follow. “I don’t believe I owe you anything” You try to pull away but her grip stays strong. She pulls your hand to palm her cock through her sweat and you bite back bile.

“Bebita there you are” a voice down the hall calls at you the strong scent of old spice filling the hall. “Oh, so you're a slut just not for me” Maddie spits. “Get your hands off my omega,” Alexia growls she grabs Maddie’s wrist holding it so hard you fear it might snap. “And who do you think you are” Maddie tries to pull away but can’t and a look of fear crosses her face. Alexia just pushes her away and pulls you behind her and out of the school quickly. “How did you know I was here,” You ask as Alexia helps you into her car. 

“I made some call Mapi and Ona were so das when They woke up so I promised to come find you and let them tell you how much of a bad girl you are.” She leans across you to buckle your seatbelt and her scent overwhelms you. “Im the bad girl’ you ask slightly annoyed with her. “You left without saying anything. It won’t be safe for you by yourself anymore.” Alexia warns as she pulls out of the parking lot. It hits you that you are in a car with this woman you barely know this is the beginning of every kidnapping. “Maybe I should go” You try to pull on the door but it’s childlocked.

“Wherever you want to go I’ll take you but you can’t go alone.” her eyes never once leave the road as she speaks. “And why can’t I go alone” You say with some bite your scent no doubt turning sour. “The paparazzi will be all over you pictures from the party are all over. Plus I wouldn’t be surprised if my pups were already in you.”She smirks and it makes you want to bite her and not in a sexy way. “I can’t have your pup. I can't have anyone pup im in school full time” You try to open the door again to no avail. “Mapi and Ona can’t have pups till they retire. We need you” Alexia’s voice has turned to a needy whine. “So you want me to be a baby maker”

“No, I want you to be our omega, and pups would be an added bonus. Just see if you like it one week. If you hate it, you can go back to school, and we will leave you alone,” Alexia promises. “ I can’t not go to school; I’ll lose my scholarship.” You are over this whole conversation, but she doesn’t seem to be letting it go. “ I will sponsor your school, please. Just try that's all im asking you.” Alexia looks like a kicked puppy and you can’t kick her again. “Fine one week”.

[paper-mario-wiki]

i've been trying to write lyrics lately, but i always seem to fall flat on my face whenever i get around the 16 measure line. after that i step away, and then come back and feel like the whole thing is too self indulgent or embarrassing, and so i delete it. and then sometimes i start getting into my head about how it's because im antisocial and unable to communicate through art in a way that feels sincere or natural, and then i think "oh no what if im too broken to even MAKE art" but then i realize that's probably not true and then try again later.

to solve this problematic mental loop, i wrote a song that's intended to remain unfinished, so that i can say i completed a full song. here's that song.

[Lyrics under the cut]

I can write a song that rhymes I'm the type who takes what's mine I'm a fake to push the line I'll convince you when it's time

I can write a book that's long I know where the words belong I'll determine right from wrong Mine's a mind that builds aplomb

I can write a code that ticks My computer, filled with tricks Speak with me, the wall of bricks Crash my head and see what sticks

A sword's designed, from tip to hilt See the freak, and what it built I can write a song that rhymes And then, destroy it out of guilt

[alicewrotethis]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨﹒

ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! kuroo decided to stop for coffee before practice, he didnt expect to meet you ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! k. tetsuro x fem!reader ﹒ ◠ note!! frank oceans 'blonde' album just reminds me of kuroo in all ways idk, PART TWO SOON this was just on my mind i had to write some of it ౨ wc!! 1k, wanted to make it longer but im so sleepy i cant think of words, next part will be longer !! big plot twist coming soon trust

The sound of Frank Ocean's voice in your airpod quickly replaced the silence as you flipped the sign indicating you were now open, you had hoped it would be a slow morning today since you'd be the only one here for the next few hours. Your manager couldn't make it due to a 'family emergency', and you believed him, well, you believed him the first four times he used that excuse this month. You'd like it better if he told you straight up that he'd like to sleep in some more, you'd have no problem doing a job that's meant for two people. With school starting up again most of your coworkers had quit, now devoting their time to academics, which you didn't mind.

You grabbed the broom that was sitting behind the counter, wanting to do one last sweep before the regulars came in for their usual morning coffee and pastry, and it's not like you had anything better to do having already made fresh pastries two hours before opening.

You began quietly humming along to the lyrics, not hearing the ringing coming from the door.

"Hello," A gruff voice spoke out, and usually you'd be cheery, replying in an instant, but usually you'd hear the customer.

Kuroo instantly recognized the song you were humming along to and a smile appeared on his face from familiarity. Though he was visibly confused about why you kept sweeping, had he not spoken loud enough?

This wasn't his usual coffee place but it was the only place that opened at six in the morning and was spoken very fondly of by Lev.

He cleared his throat preparing to speak out louder this time, but you quickly spun around and took out both your airpods, a shocked look prevalent on your features as you hastily spat out apologies while bowing profusely.

Kuroo let out a small chuckle at your actions, a hand coming to the back of his head as he stood their awkwardly.

"Frank Ocean?" His voice snapped you out of your apologetic state, your flustered blush never moving.

"Yeah! I just lost track of time and thought I'd have a bit more time to finish sweeping and I swear I wasn't igno-"

"It's okay, things happen, I remember when I was young like you." He cut off your rambles before you spoke yourself into the grave.

Only then did you realize how tall this guy was, he was tall but he didn't look old. What did he mean by that? How old was this guy? His bedhead hair gave him an even taller illusion. He wore a red tracksuit, a clothing item you're familiar with, he must be from Nekoma. Then what the fuck did he mean by 'young like you'? You brushed away your confusing thoughts and wondered if he knew Lev.

"Can I get a coffee now?" He asked, taking note of how long you stared him up and down, which silently inflated his ego.

"Yeah! Of course! Sorry," You quickly led him to the counter, letting the broom rest against the brick wall, turning to log into the register.

"Do you need a menu?" You asked, staring up at him, you hadn't seen him here before, you usually remembered all your regulars and customers since you've worked here since, well, you could legally start working. And you're sure you'd remember a face like his. He had distinctive cat-like eyes, and the way he stood, like he knows he's attractive.

"I'll just get an Americano," He spoke, reaching for his wallet as the price displayed on the register.

"Don't worry about it, it's on me for not paying attention" Your hands shot up dismissively.

A smile grew on his lips, "You sure? It's not a big deal," He didn't mind that you weren't paying attention, but a free coffee is a free coffee.

"Yeah! It's only espresso and hot water," You explained, turning around to start the espresso machine up.

You felt nervous under his gaze, knowing that he could see your every move. It had never made you nervous in the years you worked here, but now it was the only thing on your mind. You weren't sure why you were so nervous, it's not like you hadn't seen an attractive guy before, you didn't even know this guy's name.

"And a name for the order?" You said playfully, back still turned to him to hide your blush, but if you were facing him you'd catch the playful smirk he displayed while watching your form.

"Kuroo,"

"Kuroo," You repeated, testing the way it rolled off your tongue, and he relished in the way you said his name, how innocently you pronounced it. He couldn't help the way his eyes drifted lower and lower.

The espresso machine beep cut both of your thoughts shut. Kuroos eyes snapped back up while he internally cursed at himself.

Placing the to-go coffee cup lip in place you grabbed the sharpie from your smock pocket and popped the lid off, writing 'kuroo :)' on the side and promptly handing him his drink with an innocent smile, hoping you had spelled his name correctly.

He returned your smile and placed his large hands around the cup, brushing against your smaller fingers which sent a shiver down your spine, something that didn't go unnoticed by him.

"I'll be seeing you,"

"Yeah!" You watched as he turned towards the door, the bell chiming as he took his leave. The silence of the coffee shop settled in and you had already missed his presence. You knew today would be a long day, would he be here tomorrow?

Kuroo made it halfway to Nekoma before he realized he didnt even get your name, he didn't even think to ask, he debated on running back and asking for your name but you'd probably be busy by now, he would just need to ask next time he went. He wasn't sure when next time would be due to practice and his matches, but for now all he could do was trace your handwriting with his thumb as he entered the Nekoma boys gym.

mlist. rules. tags.

© 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ─ please don't copy, translate, or post any of my work without my permission !

[legney]

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳 (𝘈𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

I rlly want to know more abt ocudeus, idk if someone has mention this before, but ocudeus means, oculus: eye, deus: god

Soo, tentacles and eyes? Imagine the posibilities

Btw Im open for any suggestions abt who or what to write next

Summery: what if something else happened in that alley?

Words count: 6874

The night is thick with the scent of smoke and damp stone. The dim glow of lanterns flickers against the rain-slicked streets, casting broken shadows on the walls of the alleyway. The city is restless, alive with murmurs in the distance, but here—here, in the quiet of this narrow space, it’s just you and him.

Ais leans against the brick wall, one foot propped behind him, a cigarette dangling lazily from his fingers. The embers burn orange in the dark, briefly illuminating the sharp cut of his smirk. His gaze is half-lidded, appraising, like he’s debating whether he should toy with you or simply take what he wants.

—You’re staring.

His voice is all rough amusement, rasping against the night air. He takes a slow drag, letting the smoke curl from his lips before exhaling it in a lazy stream.

You roll your eyes. —I wasn’t.

—Mmh. Liar.

His smirk deepens, and he tilts his head, studying you like you’re something particularly amusing. You don’t know what he sees in you, but his gaze is a weight against your skin, pressing down, peeling back.

—You always get this look, y’know.

—He taps the cigarette, letting the ashes scatter at his feet—. Like you wanna say something but won’t.

You scoff. —And what, you think you know me that well?

Ais chuckles, low and slow, a sound that slides down your spine like warm honey with a hint of venom.

—Oh, I know you, sparrow.

The nickname is a tease, a trap. And from the glint in his eye, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You shift, irritated at how easily he gets under your skin.

—Tch. You don’t know shit.

Ais exhales sharply—not quite a laugh, more like something pleased. And before you can react, he moves.

One second he’s leaning against the wall, and the next—he’s crowding you against it.

The scent of smoke and something darkly sweet clings to him, intoxicating. His palm presses flat beside your head, caging you in with nothing but his presence, and when he speaks, his voice is a low murmur against your ear.

—Oh? Then tell me, sparrow—why aren’t you stopping me?

His lips are close. Too close. A breath away from yours, waiting, testing—giving you just enough rope to hang yourself with.

And despite every warning bell ringing in your head, despite knowing exactly the kind of trouble he is, you don't pull away, his body burning against yours, his skin marked by a heat that engulfs and traps you.

His smile is pure venom—that damn expression of reckless confidence that makes you forget you should be careful.

His lips find yours with the same certainty he does everything—direct, passionate, leaving no room for hesitation. And for a moment, nothing else exists. Just Ais and his touch, his warm breath against your skin, his weight on top of you like a promise of something more.

But then… something changes.

The heat vanishes, replaced by a coldness that sinks into your flesh like invisible claws. His grip tightens, turning from an embrace into a cage. His fingers press into your skin with bruising force, and for the first time tonight, your body tenses.

A shiver runs down your spine, and when you open your eyes, Ais is no longer there.

His pupils have dilated, swallowing the color of his irises, leaving only those red eyes. The darkness in his gaze is too deep, too hungry. And the air around him… feels wrong. Like something unseen, something viscous, is sliding over his skin and reaching for yours.

Ais—Ocudeous—smiles.

—Ah… darling… you have no idea what you're doing to me.

His voice is not just Ais’s anymore. It’s deeper, heavier, reverberating in the space around you as if it’s coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. It’s as if the shadows themselves are whispering in your ear, twisting each word until you can’t tell if they were ever human.

Your instincts scream at you to run. To push him away, to flee. But his grip doesn’t waver.

—Why so tense? —His tone is mocking, but underneath the amusement, there’s something else. Something dark—. Weren’t you enjoying this just a moment ago?

Ocudeous blinks slowly, like a predator deciding whether to toy with its prey or devour it whole. There’s something in his smile that chills you to the bone.

—There’s something about you that’s… different. More interesting than the miserable lifes of the gang. —His tone is almost thoughtful, as if he’s analyzing a new plaything. But then his expression shifts. His lips curve into something more dangerous, more final—. But that doesn’t matter… Your body and soul will always belong to me, darling.

He leans closer, and when his lips brush against yours, he murmurs lowly, savoring each syllable:

—Or do you prefer… sparrow? Do you want me to sound like him? to be like him? Ais have been soft with you, but I won't.—His voice is deep, sharp, a sentence disguised as an endearment. His body trembles with desire for just a second, his breath thickening… and then, all at once, he crushes you.

His mouth crashes against yours with a brutality that leaves you breathless. There’s no tenderness, no patience—only a dark, consuming need that overtakes him completely.

His fingers tangle into your hair with an unyielding grip, tilting your head to take what’s his. His tongue claims your mouth without hesitation, exploring you, demanding you, owning you. It’s suffocating, overwhelming—like being devoured by something far greater than yourself.

And then, without warning, his touch changes.

It’s no longer rough. No longer savage. Instead, his lips glide over yours with cruel tenderness, with a patience that ruins you more than any brutality ever could.

He kisses you with the certainty of someone who knows you cannot escape. Who knows that after this, you’ll be trapped in his web, that you’ll never be free from what he’s made you feel.

Your body betrays your pride. Goosebumps rise beneath his touch, a shudder runs through your bones. Your resolve, the one you fought so hard to keep, crumbles piece by piece.

Ocudeous pulls back just enough to look at you, his breath mingling with yours. His eyes have returned to normal… but there’s something in them, something wild and ruthless that makes you shiver.

And for the first time since meeting him, you want to surrender.

You want to give him what he wants.

Your tongue brushes against the sting on your lip, the raw ache reminding you of what he’s just done. You bite down hard, trying to stifle the plea, the whimper…

But he can see it.

And the last thing you feel is that sticky sensation creeping over your skin—thick, unyielding, and far too alive. It coils around you, slow at first, as if savoring the moment, then tightens with a possessive force that steals the breath from your lungs.

It’s not his arms.

No warmth, no familiar strength—only something foreign, something vast and insatiable, claiming you in ways you can’t resist. The air feels heavier, the world around you fading into nothing but the sensation of being ensnared, drawn deeper into something that doesn’t just want you.

It owns you.

[sanjisboyfie]

toji fluff hcs.

requested, and i had sm fun writing this bc I DO AGREE ANON the toji x male reader tag is just full of smut atp there is never any fluff T.T i hope u enjoy lovely

toji x male reader <3 takes place before canon (mamaguro kinda dont exist sawry)

— the thing is, toji has a very, very thick wall around his heart and he rarely lets anyone in, ever. that's why! in this hc im gonna say that you two met via his job and just worked really well as partners. and then overtime, the two of you just got closer until finally toji makes a move on you.

the two of you were sitting at a restaurant, going over the recent job that you just finished. toji hummed at what you were saying, taking a swig of his beer as he remained eye contact with you.

recently, he's been seeing you in a different light. recently as in the past couple of months. he's just been taking note of everything you've done and how attractive you are when doing them. after he noticed he was thinking these things, he just accepted the fact he had a major crush on you and shrugged it off.

a part of him expected it to happen - how could he not have some sort of romantic feelings for you when you were so witty, strong, and intelligent. he was bound to catch some feelings for you, whether he wanted to or not.

he accepted it really quickly and decided he wanted to make it obvious sooner or later. the fact was he wouldn't know how you felt unless he initiated something.

so as he sat across from you, elbows resting on the table, until he got an idea.

"got somethin'," he said, motioning to his cheek. before you could wipe it off though, he dragged his thumb over your skin and collected the sauce of the food that you were eating onto his digit. he sucked it clean off, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. "wait, missed a spot, c'mere,"

he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours in a quick, chaste kiss before smirking at your stunned expression, "got it,"

after that, you obviously questioned him because what the fuck. toji just shrugs, explains how he's liked you for some time and decided to make it known now. he goes on to explain that since you're both adults, you could compromise a mature way of going about your relationship on the off-chance you didn't like him back (he's shitting bricks when he talks about that part though, you just can't tell-)

you return his feelings after getting over the initial shock.

and that was toji's unromantic way of confessing to you, but still, it got the job done and ever since that day the two of you couldn't be happier.

— contrary to popular belief, i think that toji is a big romantic. when he finds the right person, he wants it to be known that he's interested in them, loyal, and a devoted lover. in his own ways, he gives a lot of romantic attention to you and the time you spend together. even if he's dead broke, he'll find a way to make ends meet in making your relationship feel as special as it is to him.

"c'mon, baby," he goads you into grabbing his hand, rolling his eyes when you shoot him a look. "let's go, the reservation isn't gonna be waiting for anyone else but us,"

"yeah, how did you do this though? toji, this place is so expensive, are you sur-"

he kisses you to shut you up, hand caressing your cheek as he speaks to you in a low voice, "i got it all handled, don't worry about it," that translates to you = i pulled a couple of strings by threatening the boss of this place to let us eat here for free. but you couldn't will yourself to care because it was the thought that counts! plus, he went through all that effort just to secure you two a romantic evening together.

so you ruffled his messy dark locks and allowed him to guide you inside the lavish restaurant. he smirked in content, kissing the top of your head before securing you two your promised table.

—

on your anniversary, he showers you in so much love and affection it's insane. he doesn't have the money to bring about the most lavish celebration, unfortunately, but he does make up for it by being extra doting.

"love you so much," is the first thing he mumbles into your skin. it takes you a second to register why he was being so lovey-dovey, but when you remember it was because the calendar marks two years of officially being together, your heart warms.

toji has a good memory, remembers all the important dates and what you like and don't like. he's got it all stores in his memory under the "everything about [name]" folder there, that has other information such as your food preferences, what you like to wear, what you enjoy watching on TV, etc.

his hands run up and down your sides, pinching your nipple to get you awake and laughing when you smack him with the pillow. "sorry, just wanted to get you up so we don't waste our entire day in bed!"

"what if i wanted to just be in bed with you?" you asked, rubbing your chest with an annoyed look on your face.

"sorry, baby boy, but no can do," toji says, peppering kisses on your face, "got the whole day planned out in my head," you ignore his loving kisses that start trailing to you neck.

"mhm and what's that?"

"it's a surprise, don't ruin it," he warns you in an oddly serious tone, "want to make today special, let me make it special, boy,"

you laugh at his seemingly annoyed tone, but let him have his moment - not pressing for anymore answers.

— not the biggest on public affection, but doesn't hide the fact that he's yours and you're his. always has his arms around your shoulders or waist, sometimes pecks your cheek. but that's as far as it goes with pda. verbally, on the other hand, he's always mentioning you. even in brief interactions with other people, he's slipping mentions of you into conversation with such ease and smoothness.

"will that be all today?" the barista asks, eyeing toji up and down. and he's not a stupid guy, he notices it easily.

so to assert himself, he clears his throat and looks over the menu, "nah, actually, let me get a cinnamon bun for my boyfriend," he says, pulling out his wallet and taking out some cash, "he's been wanting somethin' sweet for a while, so i guess i can treat him to this," he comments, looking back at you with a smile. you were already seated at the table as he ordered, offering him a wave before looking back out the window.

the barista is obviously dejected when he mentions you, but he's nothing but prideful and satisfied. serves her right.

—

"didn't [name] already tell you we won't be taking the job? we got our entire week already planned out, we can't fit in another mission," toji said over the phone. it was one of the rare instances he was turning down the opportunity to make money, but he didn't feel bad or guilty about it.

you and him had a whole week planned together, it's been in the calendar for months now and he wasn't going to ruin the rare one-on-one time he could have with you by being greedy with some extra cash.

in the past, he might've. but you changed him, in a good way. and he wasn't going to make it seem like he valued cash over you because he definitely didn't.

"i wasn't aware that [name] spoke for the both of you? y'know, if you take him out of the equation, toji, you actually make more money-"

toji almost growled, "he fucking said no, that means i said no, too. don't be an asshole right now or i might really get pissed. from now on, whatever my man says think about it as if he's speaking on behalf of both of us. same goes for me. so listen closely when i say this, cause i'm sure he'd say the same thing to you right now: fuck off!"

he hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the table, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.

"everything alright, babe? you were yelling?" you shout from your shared bedroom and toji visibly relaxes after hearing your voice.

"nah, everythin's alright, doll, don't worry about it," he calls back, kicking his feet up onto the table and spreading his arms against the couch cushions, "hurry your ass down here, though, or else i'm starting without you!"

— huge believer in cuddling, loves, loves just holding you in his arms. it's the one time he really feels as if his stress just washes away. he's a big guy, so he usually just ends up completely blanketing over your own body. but usually, he settles for just being the big spoon and staying satisfied like that. sometimes, though, he will want to just have you completely laid out on top of him as you act as some sort of weighted blanket. that's if he's really, really stressed and just needs to be reminded that you're there for him.

his hands rest on your hips as he's laid flat on his back, holding you in place on top of him. you have been struggling to get comfortable for the past five minutes and he had to bite his tongue from saying a snarky comment to you.

"fuck, toji, it's like i'm sleeping on a rock," you complain, pushing yourself up from his torso and glaring at him, "can't i just sleep next to you like a normal person,"

he keeps his eyes shut, not bothering to wake himself from his semi-sleepy state, "[name], just stay still for a second and you'll eventually get sleepy,"

"easy for you to say when you're on the comfort of the mattress,"

"don't you say my boobs make for good pillows or something," he groans, finally cracking one eye open to weakly glare at you, "just use them as your pillows and count fucking sheep,"

"but your-"

"shh, you big baby, i just need this for tonight," he promptly shuts you up but pushing his finger on your lips. in any other instance, that would've just pissed you off even more, but seeing how genuinely tired and needy he was, you let it slide. just this once.

you settled back on his chest, running your fingers up and down his sides to give some sort of comfort.

"love you, toji," you breathe out, barely loud enough for him to hear.

but he does, and he squeezes your sides to show that he did, kissing the top of your head and whispering it back before he's lulled to his own slumber.

— always thinking about you. he's only concerned with you. every single other person in the world can fuck themselves, he just cares about you and wants to make sure you're safe.

"where's [name]?" were the first words he asked their employer, looking around the office space in search of your h/c hair.

"he just went to get himself some water-" as toji is informed of that, he's standing up out of the seat he was in and is going to leave in search of you. "he should be back in a couple short moments,"

"hm, don't care, i'm going to look for him and then we can start this meeting," toji said, not giving another glance to the guy that was going to give the both of you a job to finish.

oddly enough, the meeting was held in a corporate looking building and toji was concerned on your whereabouts. what if these assholes had some fucked up trick up their sleeve and were going to use you as leverage to get to him? toji wouldn't put it past them, he's messed with more than a couple powerful folks back in his day.

it could bite him in the ass someday and he really didn't want to risk that chance affecting you.

"toji? what are you doing here?" you ask, coming towards him with two paper cups of water in your hands.

"looking for you, babe," he easily responds, looking at the water in interest, "where'd that come from?"

"they had pitchers in their breakroom and i decided-"

"could have poision in them," toji said off handedly, looking at the contents and his face screwing up in distaste, "hold off on drinking it for now, these guys can be unpredictable sometimes,"

taking his warnings seriously, you don't sip from the cup at all and walk back with him to the meeting room. his hand rests on your waist protectively as the two of you walk through the halls, glaring at anyone who stares for a bit too long.

like a personal guard dog, toji is always standing at attention and assuming the worst of people. but don't worry, he doesn't mind. if it means it keeps you safe and in his arms, he'll be as paranoid as one can get and not have an issue with that at all.

— at the end of the day, toji doesn't listen to anyone, but you. it's funny how obediant you can get this absolute unit of man to act. he tries not to make it so obvious, but when he's hanging off of every word you say and acting at your beck and call, it's already obvious to everyone around you where his priorities are at.

"toji, don't touch that - the sign says not to touch,"

"if i wanna touch it, i will," toji says with a shrug and smirk. but then he notices the warning look you give him as his fingers inch closer to the display. he clicks his tongue in annoyance, dropping his hand to his side as he muttering under his breath, "didn't wanna even touch it, anyway, tch,"

or another time when he's giving the waiter an earful for not remembering something in your order. he thinks he's doing you a favor by speaking up for you, but in reality, you just didn't want to make the waiter's life harder than it already is.

"he asked specifically for you guys to put it on the side since he doesn't lik-"

"baby, it's fine, just drop it," you sigh, rubbing your forehead with a tired look in your eyes. he's about to protest, a scowl on his face as he thinks about the waiter incompentence. but with one look from you and a calm, "toji, enough," reaching his ears, he's standing down and shutting up.

the waiter shoots you a thankful look before running off to the kitchen with your plate of food, going off to correct his mistakes.

"couldn't hurt you to speak more nicely to people," you say, grabbing his hand across the table and shooting him a look. he scoffs, taking your hand in his and calming himself down using your touch.

toji only ever listens to one person in his life and it's you. you're just really lucky he loves you so much because if it was any other person, he'd be doing their head in. he sighs, thinking of the affects you've had on him and his own steel, hard heart.

he can't help but be thankful. he kisses the back of your hand silently, squeezing it in his hold once more before shooting you a small, barely noticeable smile.

"if that fuck ass even thinks about looking at you with those puppy dog eyes of his one more time, though, i can't promise i won't nail him right in the face," and there's your familiar, stubborn toji back again, easily threatening a poor guy that's just doing his job.

[critterishere]

Erm.. Hey guyys !!! My brain hurts too much to think but I want to draw my blorbo creatures… so uh🧚 I would love to receive asks for ideas!! /nf

I will be most comfortable if you asked for art that includes Anya and/or Postal (1) Dude,, however I will be fine with drawing other variants of the dude. Although be warned, I have not played/watched a lot of other postal media that isn’t 1 and 2.. I will catch up at some point…. I’m also willing to draw Daisuke and Curly!

Anyway if you ask for it, I will draw crossover interactions, more “canon-ish” interactions, or y/n and character interactions!! I’ll also draw the character by themself doing a task or something. (Uh side note if I portray a character in a way that you think is occ, I’m so sorry😖, Im not the best when it comes to writing characters that aren’t mine��, you are allowed to throw a whole brick wall at me..)

Speaking of y/n interactions,,,, I personally am not too fond of drawing those grey y/n guys. There’s nothing wrong with it, It’s really just personal taste. I just think it’s a bit visually uninteresting. So uh…. Um… I made a y/n robot beast!! If you ask for drawings that include a y/n, this guy will be your vessel!! ^_^ 

I’ll put the text from the image down here:

Y.N: A shapeshifting robot that YOU can pilot! (Yes this is technically a robot.😅)

The vessel uses any pronouns! (When being controlled by someone, they will use the pilot’s pronouns.)

When hands are needed, they will be ejected from the body. The amount of hands stored inside are unknown.

It is made up of these microbots, they work together as a hive mind.

(Last note goes to that ask i still haven’t answered,,, I promise I will respond I’m just been forgetting to finish the drawing😭😭)

Oh yeah uh,,, just because I might not respond for a couple of days,,, that doesn’t mean I won’t ever respond to your ask!!! I get sidetracked a lot😭

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Hello, sir or ma'am. Kind Words.

Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you!

I have had enough of this. I have asked, I have pleaded, I have begged you terrible lot time and time again, relentlessly, to cease this cruelty. And you refuse to listen! You are all sick. As sick as Jimmy, as sick as Shrike! I would pray for you but I fear it would be ineffective and merely end up as a waste of what little energy I've left right now. I've no responsibility to save those who do not care to be saved. So if you all wish to rot away in your own vitriol, go ahead and be my fucking guest! Just take it elsewhere, for the love of god!

You say you want repentance? Why not begin with yourselves, then, instead of policing what Grant has no control over? Dismount your high horses already, you pious hypocrites. You have all been here. Loss of flesh and limb, freedom, autonomy, personhood, abuse — his pain and suffering should not be your fucking "toll" to pay just to be able to live his life! And I am not trying to "fix" anything on his behalf — what Jimmy has done cannot be undone, by anyone. As grateful as I am, even that strange miracle did not "fix" anything. Daisuke and Swansea are still injured, and Anya has still been attacked. Jimmy is still dead, and his blood is on our hands! How is that any better than what you all claim Grant is at fault for?!

Repentance is not what you all are seeking. You only wish for more suffering. I won't stand for it.

Believe me, the Warblers are well acquainted by now with the hatred and misunderstandings of people like you all. My mother struggled with it for her entire life. I have struggled with it. Kestrel struggles. Grant struggles. But what is one more brick in the wall, yeah?! If push comes to shove then I am more than capable of trading blows! Misconstrue my intentions all you wish. I, for one, am tired of being told that my love is not enough! Or incorrect! Inhuman! Especially from those who know how to do nothing but act inhumanely!

Do you know what I shall see when I am able to walk into that hospital room for the first time? It will be heartbreaking and horrifying, yes — because no mother ever wishes to have to see her child in a hospital! But that is what I will see! My son! No matter how he has, does, or will ever look! And I am only ashamed that you all are so vapid and shallow-hearted that you cannot comprehend that!

I am a mother; do you think I do not know what work is? Have you ever raised a child? Have you ever had to sit uselessly and watch your baby hooked up to a machine, struggling to breathe on his own? Have you ever spent countless, sleepless nights unable to soothe his sickness? Have you ever had to deal with someone wishing to hurt your child? Someone close to you, who you would have formerly trusted with your life? Have you ever had to guide and nurture a young heart when you yourself are hardly an adult as it stands? The relentless questions, the never-ending bullying, a hundred, thousand, million other things that you've no answer to?

Once again, believe of me what you wish. I know who I am and what I am capable of. But call either of my boys a "pet project" again and you shall never know peace from me. I have found my way into more than one head, after all — do you believe I could not find yours, too?

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Of course, none of this is meant for anyone who has been kind to Grant. I would... I would consider many of you friends, by this point. I am terribly grateful not to be alone with this - for him not to be alone, and to not have only myself to rely on. Thank you all. I apologize greatly for my outbursts.

In a while, dear, I would like to speak with you about my plans. For the future. It seems Kestrel has already tipped you off, though. That boy is quite awful at keeping secrets, but I suppose that is my own fault.

Oh, goodness. I need to lie down...

hello...?

what?

what nononono what did i do im sorry im so sorry im so sorry—

...oh. oh okay okay im sorry about that please dont apologize was my fault for misunderstanding not yours not yours.

...

it's not your fault what happened to him. that he's dead. you were just trying to save me it's my fault

no they want me to fix it they dont want me to hurt you theyre right you shouldnt have to get this upset over me

why do you both keep acting like i'm one of you

no no no no that's not what i meant i swear your love is enough and it's wonderful, i would never— she was wrong what she said to you, and me, it's me that's wrong. you're not doing anything wrong and that's the problem because i'm going to get you hurt i have gotten you hurt because youre so kind to me and i cant bear to let it go even if it would be better for you

...

...

...im sorry im sorry i know you're not weak i know you've been through just as much as anyone else i just dont want to add to that i dont want to make it worse

what are you saying...?

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...

...

yeah thank you... you don't... have to, i'm really so grateful and i understand if its too much. im sorry it's so much— no please don't apologize to them, this wasn't your fault, youre not the one who owes an apology.

mhm okay if you want to we can. ...and uh if you ever change your mind please just tell me i promise you i'll understand

[4pfsukuna]

Enemies to f⭐️cking lover Toji

Ok so ive been thinking about releasing a 3-5 part enemies to lovers(or something along those lines) for toji although i know the most common works on here is one shot smut. Trust smut will be involved… its toji

You used to be an american spy but japan pays nearly tripple. The jobs were quick easy taking 2 days at max. You had climbed the interest ladder for your ability to get things done in a quick and neat fashion with minimal mess and uproar increasing your salary from 4 figures to six in only a couple of months. Unfortunately theres another assasin whos getting in your way and hes the exact opposite of everything you stand for. 

Not only does he not wear a mask to cover his identity, he lets his targets know exactly who he his just so they can have his name as their last thought before death.

Toji fushiguro.

The biggest jackass youve ever met.

This wasnt your typical one sided beef where youd get mad at him and hed flirt no he had beef with the number one assassin who was stealing his target which means his money. It truly grinded his gears and yours when they made you split a salary.

“Might as well go home princess” you hear his raspy voice though princess was said in a derogatory way hes made it clear several times he hated the way you did things. Why be so… clean. Death is death.

“Fuck off pretty boy go back and crawl into whatever shitty little backroom of a laundry mat and return to horse betting” you seethe having done your research on him. Its not like he needed the money for anything important unlike you who wanted it for taking care of responsibilities back home.

This mission had been one of your biggest yet and you did not need to blow your hiding spot nor cover by arguing with his big ass over nothing.

You're grabbed from the crouching position your in and slammed against the brick wall not hard enough to hurt but it does press into your all black outfit.

“You can do whatever research you want on me but you dont fucking know me… you dont know shit.” he snarls lip on his scar stretching further yet you shove him off. “And im not a pretty boy”

“Please youre not the threat you think you are” you scoff attempting to bruise his ego and the way he steps forward lets you know you did but you never let your guard down to your surroundings and youre quick to pull out your gun aiming in his direction.

He chuckles crossing his arms over his broad chest and you may be uninterested but youre not blind to how his compression tee squeezes him in a way thats… satisfactory to the eye.

“Going to shoot me princess? I thought you were too good to get your hands dirty. Squeemish at blood even” he pokes until you release six shots shooting the men slowly approaching that he failed to notice.

“You fucking shot me!” He growls touching the tiny drip of blood from where the bullet grazed the tip of his ear just enough to break skin not cause any definite damage. 

Taking a bow you smirk before making eye contact with him the only gap in your mask being the slot for your eyes.

“Oh sorry about that pretty boy, ill do you a solid and let you tell shiu you got this one all on your own.” you tease knowing his pride wouldn't let him take the credit for something he wouldn’t do. 

“No i don’t want your pity kill” he seethes looking as if he’s ready to throw a tantrum yet you can only smile knowing you won this battle.

“Great more money for me” you grin running past him the location no longer serving you any purpose. It was time to cash in and Shiu didnt stay up past 2am.

Toji grabs your arm stopping you from escaping though before he could speak the faint sound of sirens in the distance growing closer.

“What? You goin’ to hold me here until the cops get here with these other dead bodies how do you think that’s going to look? A big, strong and muscular giant holding a petite young woman like myself” you victimize yourself and you watch the frustration grow in his eyes knowing he has to let you go.

“Its not fucking over” he hisses releasing you with a slight push making your smile grow even wider.

“Great more chances for me to teach a pup like you what not to do” you tease tearing off a piece of his shirt and pressing it to his ear. “Wouldn’t want your blood at a crime scene would we fushiguru”

And youre dissapearing into the darkness of night and he watches your silhouette slip down an alley until he no longer can. 

You may have thought you had the last laugh but he was best friends with Shiu. So when you near you third week of no assignment you figure its time to reach out to the former and see what the issue is. Learning that Toji somehow convinced him you wanted a break you decided it was time to cut your ties temporarily with the man and find a new “project manager”

The next assignment is the most you’ve ever been offered so high in the six digits it’s close to seven and for a simple retreival mission.

So when youre standing surrounded

“Toj

Waking up with a throbbing headache youre confused when you meet the eyes of a spikey haired 5 year old who is playing with a toy truck a black puppy not to far behind. He must feel you stairing since he turns to face you and gives you a toothy grin.

“My dad must like you, he doesnt let us wear hats in the house but let you keep your mask on” he stutters slightly and you reach up feeling the mask

[princessbrunette]

Oo yes, im the anon that sent the ask about u preferring jj over john b and I love your thoughts, to add on to that, like u said I can imagine jj trying to encourage you to spend more time with john b and you being all like “you don’t wanna spend time with me jj :(“ and he’s all like “baby you spend alll your time with me, give john b some attention too” so you try to do it just to make jj happy but john b can tell you’re only doing it because jj asked you too. John b will invite you to go fishing and you’ll be all “oh is jj coming too” and he’ll tell you no because jj has some other stuff to take care of, and when you frown, you remember what jj said and you put on a smile and agree to go fishing with john b, just the two of you. You feel weird because you miss jj but john b is your boyfriend too so you try to make an effort but it’s just not the same and it doesn’t come as naturally the way it does when you’re with Jayj. Sorry that was a lot!! I have so many angsty thoughts, please let me know if you’re open to hearing more 👀

okay so angst isn’t really my specialty so i feel like u alr might know where this is going 😭

buuuuuuut ……

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you’re trying, because you do like john b a lot and you’re just not quite sure why you haven’t been connecting with him like you have jj and you feel super guilty, knees to your chest as you sit in the small boat with john b, the boy quietly taking you out until there’s nothing but still, calm water surrounding you. he’s quiet because he’s trying to think of ways to address this, to win you over.

“hey,” he addresses you gently, snapping you out of your thoughts making you look up at him with a guilty smile. he stares back with a creased brow, big puppy dog eyes seeing right through you. “come sit right here, ‘kay?” he offers gently, gesturing to between his legs as he sits facing the water, preparing his fishing rod.

you nod, easing your way over and sitting with your back to his chest, slowly relaxing against him but not fully— the whole thing just feeling kind of bizarre without jj here.

he throws his hook out, the air filling with calm beneath the summer sun. you close your eyes, letting the warmth hit your face. he glances down at you, waiting for a fish to take his bait. you’re so beautiful it makes his heart ache.

“i know things are different okay? i’m not an idiot.” he speaks barely above a whisper, and your eyes flutter open, seeing him watching you.

“hm?”

“you and jj… there’s just… you’d rather it be just him, right?” his own words hurt him and he shifts his gaze to stare out at the water. you say nothing for a moment. it wasn’t strictly true. you liked john b, and you liked having him around — there just seemed to be more desire for the blonde, more chemistry. but you figured that was down to jj. he was totally charismatic, he could probably have chemistry with a brick wall.

“no.” you whisper shaking your head and john b’s eyes flutter, pressing his lips together. he didn’t love being lied to.

“then why do i feel like i’m losing out to him?” he asks, doing something you didn’t understand with his fishing rod. you weren’t really focused on all that anyway.

“i don’t… i don’t know. i don’t want it to be like that. there’s just something about him that gets more of a reaction out of me. but i do like you john b, i — i do want you here.”

he’s silent for a while, thinking. maybe focusing. you feel bad, bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth with a furrowed brow as you stare out over the water.

“maybe…” he clears his throat, gaining your attention once more. “maybe you just haven’t given me a chance.”

“how do you mean?” you squint in the sun, and hesitantly, one of his warm, tanned hands comes to rest on your knee. you stare at it.

“i mean…” he sighs out his nose, and his hand starts to slide downward, further up your thigh making your lips part a little. now this wasn’t like john b. “just me and you. you haven’t given us a chance ‘cos jj always takes the spotlight. and i get it, i do— i mean he’s jj—” his hand slowly creeps higher and you feel your legs naturally spread a little. “but now it’s just us… and… maybe you just need help seeing…” his hand slides over your inner thigh, up and down— teasing you. “just how good i could treat you.”

you turn your head to look at him, really look at him— and maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the sun, or the fact he was turning you on — but for the first time you wasn’t thinking about JJ at all, instead feeling your heart swell for the puppy-dog eyed brunette pressed against your back. you tilt your head, eyes on his mouth and he gets the message, coming down to kiss you.

its different to the way JJ kisses. slower, more meaningful like he was never gonna get to kiss you again. as he does so, his hand comes to rest over your cunt on your bikini bottoms, making you shudder. he doesn’t rush things, fingers just trailing up and down the shape of your slit, occasionally circling round where your clit would be with precision. you shudder out a whimper into his mouth a little while in and he straight up grins against you, not able to help himself.

it was him that was making you feel good. not JJ, not yourself thinking of JJ, him. john booker routledge.

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[usernameforaboredcat]

Things I DID Like About The One Piece Live Action

So, I’ve been getting a lot of hate for my most recent post about how I PERSONALLY didn’t like how they writ Sanji, and a lot of people are saying I hated it when I never said that like once.

SO since I “hate” it so much why don’t I tell y’all stuff I DO like so hopefully I stop getting yelled at and called a hater when I’m really not.

Let’s get started!

Inaki Godoy as Monkey D. Luffy

In only the nicest way possible, Inaki as Luffy has the same cutie patootie wide eyed idiot vibes as the original Luffy himself. “Idiot” being in quotation because he’s just goofy, Luffy is definitely one of the most emotionally intelligent characters in One Piece.

I love his wide eyed “IM SO EXCITED TO BE HERE” mentality until shit hits the fan and he gets serious when it comes to those close to him/his friends.

There isn’t a lot to say other than I did enjoy his performance as Luffy, and I’m excited to see more from him as an actor.

On that note as well check out The Imperfects, I liked that and it has out cutie Inaki.

Mackenyu as Roronoa Zoro

A complaint I personally see is “he’s too serious”… have they SEEN the first couple of episodes or chapters of one piece? Yes, Zoro is goofy later on but he’s also serious, more importantly he’s serious in the beginning. Zoro was always serious, but he’s goofy depending who he’s with.

He’s not serious, per say, he’s closed off, much like another character I’ll talk about later. In the live action they removed Zoros two bounty hunter friends to assumably make Zoro more of a lone wolf and I like that, it show how much Kuinas death really effected him and his will to open up to people and make friends. Until he meets Luffy.

Zoro slowly opens up, it takes time to open up to people after loosing a friend and wanting to make more friends at risk of them dying as well. Especially his drinking scene with Nami at the Baratie, this goes for the both of them, but they’re both willing to opened up to another person and grow closer as friends, and I LOVED THAT!!

I hope Zoro does the foot clap in Drum Island.

Speaking of…

Emily Rudd as Nami

Loved, adored, I LOVE WOMEN!!!

Look I’m not biased because I’m an aggressive bisexual, I just like her a lot as Nami. Something little I love that they added for Nami is how nervous and on edge she is basically all the time, scared to fuck up or get caught because the dread of Arlong is always lingering over her.

The moments she does open up are few, but you can tell that the bricks to her thick built walls are slowly crumbling, like the dressing room scene in Kayas mansion, her scene with Kaya in her bedroom I think was an amazing add, the previously mentioned drinking scene at the Baratie with Zoro.

I can’t wait to see more from her.

Taz Skylar as Sanji Vinsmoke

Alright alright alright alright now I know what some of y’all are thinking, but PLEASE PLEASE HEAR ME OUT IM BEGGING 😭

I said the aspects I didn’t like, but I’m being positive and saying what I DO like about Sanji, so stop bullying me please.

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was instantly rizzed up, bite a chunk out of that WholeCake he’s packing, okay I’ll stop. But he’s still dashing, charming, and I do like his chemistry with Luffy in relating on “my father figure lost a limb for me” that was cute.

His love of cooking is there, his strength is there, and I like the little colder Sanji because his past still lingers with him and he’s being denied his true passion in life which is cooking.

And I wanna give a special shout out to Taz himself, getting a degree in cooking and training in kick boxing for his role as Sanji, true dedication to the role.

Are we all cleared up now? Has my hate train arrived at its station? Yes? Please?

Jacob Romero as Usopp

He’s a massive pussy and a charmer and I love it!

I’ve heard some people say the live action “fixed” Usopp because he’s less annoying, which…bro. He’s not annoying, he’s scared, I think ANY sane person would be scared doing half the shit they have to go through, I know I would be.

I wouldn’t say they fixed him, just saying he’s more composed. He’s a liar, he’s an actor essentially, and he plays that well.

Speaking of Usopp…

Usopp (Jacob Romero) & Kaya (Celeste Loots)

*inhail*…AAAAHHHHH!!!!!

I love them, adore, so cute, love and kisses and rainbows and glitter and roses and unicorns all around!

We all know that the fandom has shipped one woman with Usopp since day one and it was Kaya, their chemistry was there and with Usopp leaving to adventure with Luffy it seemingly held off and blue balled their relationship until later in the story.

Oda doesn’t write romance, but when he does it always goes hard!

Am I saying Usopp and Kaya are officially boyfriend and girlfriend? No, course not. But do I think it’s more motivation for Usopp to come back and survive to see the woman who loves him.

So sweet.

Morgan Davies as Koby (Coby?)

First of all, love the Aussie in the cast, me too the fuck! Plus, personally it was great to see him again in a franchise I love, the first movie I saw him in being in Evil Dead.

Anyway, if I had to admit, probably my personally favourite when it comes to manga, to anime, to live action. How nervous and skittish he is at the beginning, to becoming more confident in himself and his role as a marine are so well done, especially him already so early literally growing into his uniform, a sign of his growth later in the series.

I also love the little nod from Garp, since Koby used to work on a pirate ship he already knows how to man and take care of a ship, which gives him a level above other rookie marines.

They’ll probably push Garps group to the side in season two to focus more on Smoker and Tashigi, but I do hope to see Morgan again in season two.

Steven Ward as Mihawk

When I say perfect, I mean perfect. Chefs kiss even. As iconic as his intro in the anime and manga is, I don’t think it shows the true power of the title Warlord probably, I don’t think we see that till Crocodile, but even he got his ass beat by a 17 year old. Warlords are powerful and feared, and Mihawks introduced does that perfectly.

How carelessly and effortlessly he destroys an entire ship and it’s men and captain with ease, all because they woke him up from his nap. He may be called MiHAWK but he’s always been more like a cat to me personally. Plus, now that we’ve seen the power of a warlord, it’ll really hype up Crocodile for Season 2/3, especially for those who are live action only.

Side note, Steven was at the last con I was at, so sweet and lovely, please adopt me. I got him to sign my Crossguild poster it was epic, can’t wait to add Joe (Crocodile) and Jeff (Buggy)

Speaking of Buggy…

Jeff Ward as Buggy

The Buggy cult is real, some of y’all may remember the little Buggy in the bottom corner of Tumblr to promote the live action.

What I love most is how they terrifying they made Buggy. Less we forget this is the same man who fired a canon in a dudes face because he thought he said something about his nose in the manga. There’s also the clown phobia and the real life clown attacks back in I think 2016.

Buggy is both terrifying and hilarious and they pull that 50/50 amazingly. I love goofy Buggy, but I hope they keep how ruthless he is.

Also lemme suck that nose, ANYWAY!!!

Peter Gadiot as Shanks

(I reached my image/gif limit by the time I got to Shanks…ALSO THERES A LIMIT?!)

I don’t have a lot to say because he’s not on screen much, but I think that’s okay because Shanks appears like every ten years in real life in the anime like some cryptic.

But, he still kept that warm Shanks charm that he has that we all know and love from Shanks. And as Emily said herself, “Shanks is daddy” and I can’t agree more queen.

Shout Outs

These are for characters/performances that didn’t leave much of an impact on me personally but I still liked them.

Vincent Regan as Garp

Aiden Scott as Helmeppo

Ilia Isorelys Paulino as Alvida

Kathleen Stephens as Makino

McKinley Belcher as Arlong

Celeste Loots as Kaya

Alexander Maniatis as Captain Kuro

Craig Fairbrass as Zeff

Again, I really hope all this clears up my feelings for the live action, I never said I hated, not once, cause I never did.

It’s just like one piece itself, we all have bits and pieces we don’t like, from arcs to characters to designs to anything.

I like Skypia when many don’t, same with Thriller Bark. My friends don’t like Skypia or Thriller Bark. My friend likes Long Ring where I don’t.

We all have our own thoughts and opinions regarding one piece especially with it being such a huge series with so much.

I love one piece, and I’m not going to stop loving such a masterpiece.

[psiroller]

im so close. heres something for the believers

“I was just playing around, Chil.”

Chilchuck stopped dead in his tracks.

“What makes you think that you can call me that?” Chilchuck whipped around to stalk back up to him, shoulders back, chest out. Even with the rowdy group perched on the barstools behind them, Laios could hear his voice loud and clear. “I’m not your friend.” Laios’ heart sunk. “It’s—not that serious, it’s—maybe it’s a tallman thing? I—” “You think I don’t know tallmen? Oh, I know tallmen, buddy, I’ve been here a lot longer than you have. You got a lot to learn about half-foots, pal. I have family members that can’t call me Chil. Okay?” Chilchuck jabbed a finger at Laios’ chest, prodding at the muscle—strangely soft when not flexed. It distracted Chilchuck for a minute. “You think because you hired me and you pay a half-decent wage that I have to like you, or something?” “No, I just thought—” “What? What did you think? Do you think? What do you think? What?”

The patrons around them had gone quiet to eavesdrop. Marcille didn’t have the same pinpoint hearing Chilchuck did, but she could smell drama a few miles downwind, and had momentarily dropped her trimming shears; Falin was left with mismatched bangs and only secondhand embarrassment.

Chilchuck bounced his foot on the soggy floor, a rabbit-quick stick-tap-stick-tap-stick-tap. He was red from his ears to his throat where it disappeared into his turtleneck.  His eyebrows were furrowed and that vein on his temple looked fit to clot and kill him. Laios’ train of thought had crashed messily into a brick wall, spilling coal and molten metal everywhere. He grinned. “I think you’re cute when you’re mad.” Chilchuck boggled at him. He opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it. He held up a finger to speak again, reconsidered it, then took a long, sloppy drag from his stein until it was empty. He dropped the cup on a stranger’s table and wiped the foam off on the back of his sleeve. “How you feeling?” Chilchuck asked, suddenly calm. “With the venom, and all. It’s all good? Just a little loopy? Having a good time?” “I’m—good, yeah. Sure. Falin took care of it.” “Cool. Cool. Awesome. Glad to hear it.” Chilchuck sucker punched Laios in the gut.

[only-lonely-stars]

Put Through the Ringer (Chapter 1)

[Chapter 1 - you are here!] // [Chapter 2] – (FFN) (AO3)

Summary:

"Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off this bridge." "Uh… can I pick?" (Alternatively: Nya is mad at Jay on their anniversary, but he has a sort-of explanation.)

With a waterfall behind them and clear skies above, Jay and Nya faced each other, both standing on a simple bridge. It was above the basin which the waterfall fed, with mist often thrown up to create the most exquisite rainbows. It was a lovely setting, and if it weren't for earlier events that day, they might have been seen enjoying it and their anniversary. However, that wasn't quite what was happening, as Jay was currently being put through the ringer.

"Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off this bridge," Nya fumed, facing Jay and the waterfall behind him.

Jay laughed nervously, looking behind himself at the turbulent waters below, with the bridge's edge not more than three feet behind him. "Uh… can I pick?"

She growled. "No, Jay! No, no you can't." She pointed up at him, already in his personal space, only a foot away from him. "I just can't believe you. You didn't tell me you were in there?"

"Of course I didn't tell you! It was a surprise!" He readjusted his footing, trying to get more secure. "Come on, Nya. Let me step away from the edge, and I'll explain."

"You'd better." She stepped back to the center of the bridge, allowing him a little more space, which he took in relief.

"I will." He sighed. "I'm just– let me appreciate stable ground for a minute." He took a few moments to do just that with closed eyes, all the while withstanding her withering glare, and then finally nodded. "Okay. Okay, stable ground appreciated."

"Good." She crossed her arms, more unmoving than a brick wall. "Now would you be so kind as to explain why you were snooping in my room and my things?"

He blushed. "I wasn't snooping! I was looking for something!"

"That's the same thing, Jay! Why were you looking in my things?! What happened to 'respecting privacy?'"

"Okay, I know it sounds bad, but I can explain why, okay?" He frowned, wanting to reach out to her, but knowing it wouldn't help. "See, I heard this thing about how you can approximate someone's ring size using their shoe size. I didn't know if it was accurate, but I figured it was good enough, so I tried with mine, and it worked. Perfectly!"

She raised an eyebrow, not following much at all. "And?"

"And… I wanted to… surprise you." He hung his head a little. "I saw a ring I knew you'd like. It's really pretty, and I wanted to get it for you, but the place selling it doesn't do resizing. You get the size you need, and that's it. I still wanted to surprise you, so I figured I could use your shoe size to figure it out. The only shoes you leave in the coat closet don't have tags, though, so I had to use a different pair."

She nodded. "All my other ones are kept in my bedroom closet."

"Exactly!" He looked back up at her. "I didn't know they were in the closet, though, so I looked everywhere I could think of. I didn't want to look anywhere too personal, but I accidentally did, and then I got out of there immediately, and it was too late, and then you came in, and– and–"

She sighed heavily, covering her eyes with a hand. "You bolted."

"…Yep." He looked away, blushing in embarrassment. "I'm really sorry, Nya. I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy. Especially not on our anniversary."

It took her a minute to collect her thoughts enough to speak, mostly wondering about why it had to be such a mess that came of sweet intentions. "Okay. I forgive you. No pushing you off the bridge."

His heart almost stopped for a moment. "Really?"

"Really." She looked up at him and smiled. "Just don't ever do it again."

He grinned back at her. "Consider it done. Never accidentally snooping in your private things again, promise."

"Good." She reached out to touch his face, then kissed him softly, enjoying how he immediately responded. "Just so you know, I wear women's nines."

He blinked, refocusing. "What– oh, you wear size nine?"

She smiled, admiring his electric blue eyes and how they darted around. "Yes, I do."

"Oh!" He grinned. "Okay! Size nine, gotcha– I'll just go and do that!" He laughed a little. "That's exactly what I needed!"

She giggled a little. "You know, you and I could just go and get professionally sized. Since I ruined the surprise and all… we might as well."

He nodded. "Oh yeah. We could do that. That would work better anyway, wouldn't it?"

"It would." She took his hand, threading their fingers together. "Then I can get you a ring in the future too, maybe."

"Sure!" He smiled, admiring how their hands fit together tightly. "I know I'd like anything you got me."

"Likewise." She smiled back. "In fact, want to go do it today?"

"I'd like nothing better!" He kissed her hand, playing up the part of a gentleman. "Shall we, my lady?"

She giggled a little as they began to walk, heading to Jay's car, parked only a few hundred feet away. "Yes, we shall." This was a nice way to spend their anniversary; three years really was worth celebrating, after all. Nobody could say Jay had bad taste, anyway… she wondered what this ring looked like.

[katsukiswiife]

authors note: lmk if i missed any tags, not proofread and not the best considering i wrote this at 3 am 😭 part 1

Glenn Rhee x afab reader, praising kink if you look closely, mentions of killing walkers. 

You’d been wandering around the city for god knows how long, it was getting dark and you just had to be lost. You’d been seeking shelter for awhile but all the shops were overrun by walkers and you were way to tired from killing them you knew you’d break if you tried killing more of them with that stupid dull pocket knife you found lying out in the open while scavenging for supplies once. Just as you were about to turn around a corner you heard something from behind, your fight or flight senses immediately went off and you quickly whipped your head around with your pocket knife ready to protect yourself, looking for where the sound could’ve come from.“pssst” you heard it again, where was it coming from, was it a walker? your thoughts got interrupted by another sound above you “over here” you looked up towards the sound and saw a person sticking their head out of a window, a person? a living person? were you seeing things? you hadn’t seen or talked to another person since, well the start of the apocalypse “who are you?” the words came out faster then you could think and in less then a second he had already replied “Im glenn, but theres no time for that. A herd is coming and if you don’t want to be dead meat you best get your ass up here” hesitating for a second you listened for the herd, which were loud as ever and you quickly you started sprinting towards the stairs and up through the glass window ‘glenn’ had been waiting for you in. When you first stepped inside you couldn’t help but feel uneasy, like something was wrong. The first moments were spent with silence, as you both stood with the window listening for the herd which was soon to be going past the building you were in. You could feel glenn basically staring a hole into the side of your head before getting up and walking over to a bag he had laying on the ground. Finally turning around to face him after a few seconds of silence you decided to speak up “why did you help me?” he stopped doing whatever he was doing and stood up from his crouched position, his back facing you. He was silent for a few seconds before turning around “i-i saw you out there and noticed the herd was going in your direction, if i hadn’t helped you i don’t know if i would be able to live with myself” he said, his tone more soft then before as he finally made eye contact with you. Your shoulders relaxed and you felt a bit more comfortable around him now that you know why he decided to help you “i-uh, thanks for, helping me out there” you say, stuttering a bit not really knowing if you’re using the right words. glenn, however, didn’t seem to mind as he walked up to you and put his hand over your shoulder, making you blush uncontrollably. “You don’t need to thank me, in fact i should thank you considering you’ve wiped out almost half the city” you chuckle, trying to hide your blush. It was no secret you were a sucker for praise and the fact that the apocalypse had left you more touch starved than ever didn’t help. Embarrassingly, glenn seemed to pick up on this which you noticed from the way his demeanour changed, becoming more smug. You decided to turn around and walk over to a  table connected to the brick wall so you could ‘sharpen your knife’ even though deep down you knew glenn wasn’t buying it. The tension was high, all you could think about was glenn and you’d just met the guy! he could be a serial killer for all you know, but he was just so.., almost as if he was reading your thoughts you could feel his hands wrapping around your waist and his chest flushing up against your back “s’this okay?” he whispered softly into your ear, making sure you were comfortable with this and he hadn’t just misread all the signs. You mustered out a little ‘mhm’ as he started finally kissing your neck and down to your shoulder.

Part 2 is finished and uploaded :3

[yesterdaysnewts]

so i just finished the first season of house md and let me say

your attachment to wilson is understandable, that man has the biggest brownest eyes ive ever seen

house on the other hand has the scariest blue eyes known to man pls buy her brown contact lenses

i actually like cameron x house i would potentially like to see more of that she is a very nice contrast to house and i rlly want to see that dynamic explored even though the season 1 finale did make it pretty clear that hes still in love with stacey

speaking of which im looking forward to seeing how her presence in the hospital shakes things up

im very glad they got rid of vogler or whatever his name was i had vivid hallucinations of punching him in the face repeatedly everytime he was on screen

i want to find out what the deal with foreman is. he has matching shows with house. he hates homeless people. he committed a crime at 16. he broke into a patients house to figure out how to comfort her while she died. literally who is this man i need to knowwwww

that brings me to chase. i cant figure him out either, first hes a brown nose to house, then hes snitching on him every chance he gets, he doesnt need to money but he wants his job, he is somehow to coolest person in this show and the lamest, he wears a leather jecket and looks like he belongs in a pantene commerical. hes my favourite

also i want it to be actually brought up that house plays piano? like in the first season there are 4 seperate times he plays piano (tho he only mimes playing it one time so technically only three)

GOD this show i cant believe i didnt watch it sooner

wilson really does have the most wettest biggest brownest eyes i have ever seen and it makes him so scrunkly i need to put him in a bag and bash that bag into a brick wall

and yea houses eyes are fucking terrifying and the worse thing is that someone on a discord server once edited him to have brown eyes and somehow it was scarier

also you are like the first person ive seen express a like for cameron x house so honestly god speed for that but you do bring up some banging fucking points

live laugh love stacey that is really all i have to say to that her and house have such a good juicy relationship

fun fact vogler only exists because fox wanted someone to like oppose house and that so the writers threw him in and in process made chase a dickhead (still bbg tho)

also FOREMAN, god i love him so much like mans presents himself as like 'oh smart doctor, id want this man to be my doctor' but then as the show progresses you just end up looking at him like 'what happened here'. in s3 you do properly start to see how he parallels house and it is scrumptious top tier telly and, like chase, he is a fucking dickhead. and the car thing as well cos like he goes on about how he pulled himself out of that but then you watch and he clings to normalcy and making something of himself its brilliant

and the shit himself chase. i find it so fucking funny how his first name is robert like he does not fucking look like a robert. and his relationship with house like fucking hell, you can tell chase is desperately trying to separate himself from his actual dad and by doing that he clung onto his work and especially house in an attempt to do that.

also 'he wears a leather jacket and looks like he belongs in a pantene commercial. he is my favourite' speaks for itself cause yeag.

unfortunately i don't actually think its bought up that house can play piano later on but you do get to see him play other instruments which is fun cause hugh laurie is a really good musician and im so happy they gave house interests outside of just medicine

happy watching the show is gonna make you go just a bit insane

[nyxyooni]

(3) Honey Ties

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hello! i'm back!!! i know its been a little over a year, trust me. out of all the fics that i have not updated this is the one that haunts my nightmares the most. BUT enough of that, im here! this is here!!!!! not only is this an update, but ive also just made up my mind, literally as im typing this out as to what this whole thing is gonna be. and im thinking of a slice-of-life-esque collection of loosely connected chapters with very little plot scattered about.

and! before you continue, this is also my informal invitation for you, my dear and wonderful readers, to make requests for any future updates! i'll make another update as to what im comfortable with writing for this particular story later! so, without further ado, lets go!

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In retrospect, the man kept a decent amount of distance between himself and Bruce, one hand was steadily holding out a flute of champagne while the one next to Bruce clutched the opposite lapel of his suit jacket. Really, he was most likely leaning closer to their father simply to speak clearly to him. His eyes, although hard to see through the glare of the glasses covering them were looking at Bruce's face with respectful interest, an easy smile on his moving lips. There was nothing scummy about the man, nothing threatening—well except maybe for the sheer size of him but then again, his shoulders were slumped, rounded despite their broadness.

"Jason!" Hissing as he reached a hand to the bigger man in front of him, so close to being able to grab him, and lamenting when his hands failed short a mere inch. At least Jason wasn't bulldozing people out of the way, small victories he guessed. "Jason!" Near desperate Dick threw himself at the hulking figure of his younger brother stuttering to a stop just as Jason froze, suddenly becoming a brick wall. "Jason for the love of god, get your issues under control you absolute freak—"

And they were right in front of Bruce and the stranger, except that the stranger wasn't a stranger at all.

"Mr. Kent?" Straightening in order to stand next to his brother, Dick suddenly felt a little stupid for being even remotely suspicious of Clark Kent, granted he hadn't known it was him, but still, the man couldn't hurt a fly even if he tried.

"Hm? Oh!" Straightening up with a little jolt Clark Kent patted his free hand against his thigh, letting go of the suit to reveal the fact it didn't quite fit properly but he was smiling gently, dimples sinking into his tan cheeks, "hello, Mr. Grayson, Mr. Todd." Nodding at both of them, voice sure and body steady. "I don't mean to be rude or overstep my boundaries, but it is a wonder to see you at one of these events, Mr. Todd."

Huffing, relaxing at long last Jason popped out one of his hips as he crossed his arms, beside him Dick also deflated, taking a nice, slow deep breath and lifting his head to smile at the reporter. "Mr. Kent, you know how we feel about you addressing us like that," Dick would probably say out loud in his next interview, that Clark Kent was his favorite reporter of all time. Something about the man felt incredibly warm.

Laughing, somehow in a way that felt like walking out onto the porch of a country house on a warm summer morning, Clark Kent's smile grew. It dulled the intricate glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.  "And if I remember clearly, I said that the only way I would stop was if you would stop calling me as such," peeling away fully from Bruce and the baby, Damian following the movement with a small sway of his body, Clark stood a couple of steps away from their father, "in that regard, I can see the family resemblance..."

It was slow, it was gentle, and somehow, despite being in the middle of a gala, full of old, rich people with money stuffed all the way up their asses, they looked at each other as though they were alone. Dick took a step closer, his body moving on its own.

"I am here to pry. What is a man such as yourself doing here, Mr. Kent?" Jason's voice cut through Dick, it made little baby Damian snap his head over with his mouth open. Only Bruce remained serene, with a gentle smile as he looked at everyone gathered around him, gently bouncing Damian. "Out of all the stuck-up people who just love to talk about themselves, you're here, bothering our father and—"

"Jason..." Bruce's voice wasn't hard, it never was, and never had been, and if Dick were to bet money on it, couldn't be. "Let's not be rude, Mr. Kent and I were just having a nice conversation," in his arms the baby seemed to focus on Clark Kent, body leaning over, to stretch out towards the reporter, hands flailing and mouth moving in words that were not words and could not be heard over all the other noise. "What is it, baby, hm?"

Moving Damian, shifting him so that he held him up in front of his face from somewhere under his shoulders, hands wrapped securely around his body, cradling his ribs. However, Damian leaned over to the side, hands reaching and reaching. Toward Clark Kent.

All four of them stared at the baby, shock clear across their faces, Clark Kent stared blankly until a smile broke out on his face, so very unlike the previous one. Somehow it shined brighter, it made Dick take half a step back and made Jason go rigid. It was obvious, he was whole-heartedly and unabashedly endeared with the little bundle of joy currently trying to claw his way into his arms and out of his father.

Raising a hand, curled weakly, Clark Kent used two of his fingers to pinch the baby's cheeks, he did not take Damian into his arms the way the baby wanted, but he did give him attention. The man stepped closer, hunched down so that he could look into those priceless jewel-green eyes, and smiled. "I don't know, baby, maybe you should stay with your daddy?" It was near deafening, the soft tenor and sway of Clark Kent's voice amidst the maddening constant buzz of the crowd around them. "Who is he gonna hold if I'm the one holding you, hm?" Letting go of the soft supple skin to instead gently rub with the back of his index finger the man smiled again.

Damian whined, high and reedy and short, he wriggled one last time and sighed. As though a wave of sleepiness hit him all at once he settled against Bruce's chest. Blinking slowly and instinctively moving his hand up to his mouth so he could suck on his curled fist.

No one moved, no one made so much as a sound. Even when around them the buzz seemed to be near a delirious height the baby's body relaxed, chest rising and caving slowly and steadily like. Damian had fallen asleep.

Awestruck, Dick reached out to gently poke one of Damian's soft, chubby cheeks as though he couldn't possibly believe what the baby had done. It wasn't that Damian struggled to sleep, at least not when he was comfortable and in a quiet peaceful space, not silent, the baby seemed to love the sound of their father's voice, or the soft chirping of birds, the trickle of water from a stream, the pitter-patter of gentle rain. Never silent, simply calm. The beating of their father's heart as he slipped away into slumber atop his chest.

Damian disliked loud, chaos that held no rhyme not reason, crashes, bangs, or pops, just like any baby. Damian loved the sound of his family, just like any baby.

"Well, would you look at that," gently maneuvering the baby so he was being cradled in his arms, Bruce smiled up at Clark Kent, that utterly wonderful and disarming smile and made his eyes crinkle and his dimples show. "It seems that my baby was all tuckered out, it has been a very exciting day for him," halfway through his sentence, Bruce had instead focused on Damian, speaking down to him in a hushed tone. Leaning down to plant a dry kiss on the baby's forehead. "Does anyone have the time?"

All three of them snapped to attention at finally being addressed, neither Dick nor Jason had their phones on them, Alfred insisting that it was ruining their suits pointlessly so. Still standing beside their father, Clark Kent brought his wrist up in a quick, sharp movement and slid his sleeve down so he could peer down to his watch for about three seconds.

"It seems to be a quarter to eleven," came the man's smooth voice. His glasses had slid down his nose, resting at the very tip. Swiftly he pushed them up with his middle finger in a practiced motion from years that had transformed it to instinct.

"Dad." Jason called out, voice taking that tall-tale brattish tone that had irked Dick to insanity when they were still getting used to being around each other. The shock of having the young man call their father as such settled in right after the irritating bit of nostalgia. "If you still want to hang around and..." trailing off, pointedly looking Clark Kent up and down, he finished with a clear expression of distaste. "Mingle... I'll take Damian up to his room."

Bruce looked from his son to Clark Kent, he wasn't stupid, he knew his children. Knew how to read their moods, how to soothe them, and how to speak to them, Bruce knew when they lied to him and when they kept secrets from him. Like how he knew there was something all of his kids were keeping something from, something big, that no matter how much he wanted to know, no matter how it hurt to not be trusted, would wait for them to tell him. Bruce knew his children, and because he knew his children, he was keenly aware that Jason did not likeClark Kent.

"Oh Jason," stepping forward to his son, not for the first and definitely not for the last time, startled at how the young man was taller than him, "don't worry about that, I'll take him up, get him nice and settled." Cupping the side of his face, Bruce smiled when Jason's shoulder's relaxed, "stay here, make sure nobody tries to steal Dick away, or worse, Tim." Grinning, he dropped his hand, stepping away and towards the way out, "I'm worried that he'll try and bite someone again."

Dick's laughter leaves his chest before he even realized it. Someone had once made the mistake of trying to... cozy up with Tim while the boy was practically falling asleep on his feet, never mind the fact he was still very underage. The outcome had been hilarious. And very satisfying, Bruce had unleashed hell on the degenerate and was banished from any and all future galas that he hosted.

"Mm, I don't know..." Jason rested his chin on the webbing between his index finger and thumb, "it was pretty funny last time... something tells me it'll be pretty funny a second time..."

Huffing fondly, with a roll of his eyes, their father shook his head as he turned around. Maneuvering around people with an amount of tact and ease that made all three men jealous.

"Well... that went great!" Dick turned to Clark Kent with a clap of his hands and a smile on his face. Beside him Jason grumbled, refusing to look at the reporter and instead surveyed the hall, glad that in about an hour or so, everyone would be gone and their home would return to the peaceful atmosphere he had learned to appreciate. "We understand that you and Dad were talking and... we want to apologize for interrupting—"

"I don't."

"—since you two seemed to get along and, while I shouldn't be saying this, Dad doesn't have many friends, so I appreciate that he had you to talk to tonight." Finished Dick, as though he hadn't been interrupted at all. 

Clark Kent looked at them both with mirth dancing in his blue eyes, the shade was darker than their father's, it was almost like the blue that inked the ocean, low and mellow, or the rich blue spanning over a field of wheat, reminiscent of serenity. As they gazed at them, however, it matched the blue of kings, the reflection of the lights against his lenses made due for the golden accents. His smirk charming, the curls of his hair that fell just right over his forehead enough to distract from the ill-fitted suit. Flute of champagne half empty in his hands. 

"Please! None of that!" He was smiling, dimples deep, he looked younger this way, disarming, Dick narrowed his eyes, careful to safeguard his own smile. "It was entirely my pleasure, not many people can say that they've had the privilege of speaking with Bruce Wayne, to count myself as one of the lucky few, well... it's almost a dream come true." Clark Kent's voice was smooth, almost impossibly so. 

Jason felt a sneer pulling at the edges of his mouth, that wasn't what a friend would say. He knew something was up with Kent, if it wasn't to try to wheedle some bullshit to fill half a collum on the front page of The Daily Planet, then, of course, it was to get nice and cozy with their father. 

"If you two would excuse me," the man was speaking again, dimples and curls and big blues, "it's been a rather exciting day and an even more exciting night." He was bowing his head, in respect, "and well, I find myself a long way from home. Good night, Mr. Grayson," he held a hand out towards Dick, who took it and shook it, amiably. "Mr. Todd." Then out to Jason, who took the hand, and squeezed a little harder than he should've, in return, the dimples and the man deepened. 

Watching the man walking away, lacking the same grace of his father but still impressive in his own manner, a bad feeling began to stir in their stomachs. 

[rexc0re]

I second guess the game I play, Did I make a mistake?

Summary: Rgbtrio but brothers!!! It’s November 4th. Ranboos birthday, and his exploring loving brothers Sneeg and Charlie have taken them to explore an abandoned mall. Sadly, our hero and his brothers don’t exactly get their happy ending.

A/N: There are so many goddamn words in this and i don’t know if they make sense my bad. Also do not expect grammatically correct writing. anyways reblogs and notes are appreciated!!! :3 ((please let me know if there are any warnings i should add))

Warnings: Angst, GORE ANALYSIS/descriptions of an injury that includes: blood, teeth, brain injury?, choking, and extreme heat?

“Anddd you’re sure this is perfectly legal.” “Nope! Absolutely not. This is perfectly illegal.” Ranboo sighed as Sneeg continued to press his hands against the locked door. “I think it’ll be fun! Maybe we’ll find a spooky demon oooo” Charlie, the middle child who is always enthusiastic, said whilst wiggling his eyebrows at his younger brother. Ranboo rolled his eyes and called out, “Do you got that door open yet?? It’s cold man and I wanna get home for cake.” A loud crash was heard and Charlie and Ranboo turned to see Sneeg holding a brick infront of the crushed door.

“Did you just…” “Don’t question my ways Ran. You gotta live a little you’re 19 now time is gonna start wasting you if you keep wasting it.” “Yeah yeah well if we set off an alarm and the police come or something im going to place the blame on both of you.” A loud and dramatic gasp came from Charlie beside him. “You’d never!!! You’ve got too much love in your big heart to leave behind your dear older brothers.” “Mhm mhm sure, c’mon let’s go explore your big mall.”

The mall was large, cold, and empty. Not the exciting abandoned mall Ranboo was expecting. “This is what you two dragged me here for?? There’s like…nothing here.” “Calm your horses Ran we’re not even past this main hall.” Sneeg replied, a little further up ahead than Charlie and Ranboo.

As they walked Ranboo couldn’t help but notice the random things that seemed…out of place. You’d think an abandoned mall littered with boxes and random fake looking prop toys would seem normal. But it didn’t.

“This place is really off, do either of you notice that?” “You’re paranoid Ran, you’re goody-two-shoes mentality is making you feel that way.” Charlie said with a smirk.

Walking deeper and deeper into the mall past various empty stores with names that seemed quite odd, Ranboo couldn’t help but notice the emptiness of the whole place. No left over advertisements, no painted walls, no colors. Just white. And various grays. Besides the food court. The food court was pretty cool.

“Well would you look at that, that sign says your name Charlie!” “Did you bring us here on RANBOOS birthday to show him a sign of MY name?? Wow Sneeg so disrespectful.” Charlie replied whilst holding Ranboo like he was comforting them. “No you dick head and you know that. We came here last week.” Charlie shrugged with a smirk and continued to walk.

“So…is there something specific you want to show me or are we just here to walk around?” Neither Charlie of Sneeg replied and all Ranboo could do was glare at them. Opening his mouth to speak again, the sentence he was about to say died in his mouth as he saw what was behind Charlie and Sneeg.

“Ohhh my god?” Brushing past them Ranboo walked towards the railing, his face in awe. There was a large, and looming sign in the middle of the mall. Ranboo recognized it from seeing it plastered on the walls. The logo. The logo that was spray painted on walls in sloppy red paint. The logo that was left on every window of every store.

They hadn’t pointed it out but he’d noticed it from the moment they stepped into mall. It was odd. Something about it lured him in, like it was controlling him or something.

“Soooo….pretty cool right? Me and Sneeg thought you’d like it since you’ve always liked the strange and unusual.” “C’mon Charlie look at him clearly he likes it.” Sneeg and Charlie watched their younger brother gaze around the mall with big dopey smiles on their faces.

“You know, I think you two really out did yourselves this year-“ Ranboo was cut off by a large crash followed by a low and…mechanical? roar. The three stared at each other in a sort of shock. Charlie was the first to break their silence, turning to Sneeg with an awkward chuckle “So uh. What the fuck was that Sneeg. We didn’t find anything that sounded or even looked like a fucking robot monster!!!”

“No need to yell in my ear Charlie. Relax relax it’s probably…just some other people who broke in.” “Okay cool. Sure yea okay. Can we go now though.” “Rans right let’s leave Sneeg cmon let’s go.” Charlie sped walked past the two, his head swiveling side to side. “Well he’s freaked huh? Cmon Ran let’s go.”

Ranboo took one last long glance at the large poster. Something about it told him that there wasn’t someone else who broke in and maybe there really was a monster out to get them. But nevermind that, this is just a mall. An empty, sad, mall. It can’t hurt him, or his brothers. They’re leaving.

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“What do you think audience? Should we let him live in these shows for an eternity? Or end this one with a BANG!”

A bang…what did a ‘bang’ mean. He was tied to a wall. No way out. The horrors of the past two days still not over it seems. They were right there…at the exit. What happened? How did he get here at all in the first place. What is this place. Who brought him to this mall. They needed to get out. Now. And figure it out. Figure out who he was. Where he belonged. Because it certainly isn’t here.

“Please just let me go. I don’t wanna continue. So what happened to those people what…happened..”

“Do you remember, Ranboo?”

Oh.

He did remember.

Every last bit of it.

Everyone who he had met these past three days. He knew them. He knew those people. They were real and nice people. The only other people he had in this hell hole. Niki, Ethan, Austin, Vinny…oh.

Sneeg and Charlie.

The two he had known the longest. Charlie was the first person he met. Ranboo always had a feeling there was something special about Charlie. Sneeg too. But he never quite placed it. Until now.

It was all flooding back. Everything about his brothers. Sneeg and Charlie. His brothers. The people he grew up with. The memory of them smiling at him when they first entered the mall. They were so happy for him. It was his birthday, he was 19. They each still had so much left to live for. So much life they were supposed to experience together.

Those two meant so much to him, they practically raised him. Sneeg the eldest who was a pretty bad influence. Dragging his brothers to random old buildings he found, prank wars, and was a lil bit of a tease. And then Charlie. The balance between Sneegs chaotic and Ranboos more ‘stay-in-line’ personalities. The less of a bad influence. Charlie often endulged with Sneeg. But sometimes he took Ranboos side. He was the middle ground between his two brothers.

Oh…they truly meant the world to him. The sorrow and immediate shame came rushing towards Ranboo. His brothers were right there by his side the whole time. And he didn’t know. He did nothing to stop what happened to them.

They died.

Charlie was gone.

He saw it happen. And did nothing.

He wanted to hope Sneeg was alright.

But deep down in his heart he knew Sneeg was gone too.

The only family he ever had. They were gone. He saw it happen. And did nothing to stop it.

“…Someone will find you. Someone will get you for this.”

“Any last words Ranboo to swing the audience one way or another?”

“LET ME DIE. PLEASE. JUST LET ME DIE. I DONT WANNA KEEP DOING THIS. I DONT WANNA KEEP…DOING THIS. JUST LET ME DIE. PLEASE.”

“Just let me go…I can’t live with this. I saw, everything. I saw everything. Please let me go. Let me die.”

“Well it seems the audience has made their decision. The audience has voted for you to DIE!”

Ranboos breathe hitched. Die? He was going to die.

Thank god.

The box closed.

Heat.

All he could feel was heat. God it felt like he was roasting alive. He was choking on his own blood. His teeth felt like they weren’t there. Their vision was gone. Their body shaking uncontrollably. So. So. So. Much blood. They couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do anything but accept it.

I’m bleeding out.

I’m bleeding out.

I’m bleeding out.

It’s almost over.

The shock was too much. He passed out. The pain was terrible. The absolutely most excruciating thing he’s ever felt. But it was almost over. In his last moments of brain activity, all Ranboo could think about was Sneeg and Charlie.

Charlie died thinking he got out.

Sneeg probably didn’t know either Charlie or Ranboos fates as they didn’t know his.

In their last moments, they were separated. The three brothers who were always around each other.

A trio, in life.

But not in death.

The last coherent thought Ranboo had amongst all the pain he felt physically and mentally, was sorrowful. Simple. But, an apology.

I’m sorry I couldn’t get us out. I didn’t mean to leave you behind.