#i'm gRRRRRRRRRRRR

[ancientrimer]

screaming crying ripping my hair. i've come up against the most interesting part of my thesis and realised that structurally it shouldn't go in this essay and should in fact be a short essay on its own

[count-doodoo]

why is openness about disability and illness trauma dumping?? like fine maybe it's traumatic but it's not like. Trauma (tm)???? it's simply Life??????

"i have [disability/illness]" is not trauma dumping and i will die on this hill. i'm sorry that you see every disability/illness as a Terrible Traumatic Tragedy Requiring Emotional Labor but this is in fact simply part of life, sir.

people are allowed to be in pain in public ffs

[clvric]

just finished tf-one after watching the wild robot and safe to say i've got bot brainrot

[brinkle-brackle]

GANG I AM GOING THEROUX IT,,,,,,,

WARNER BROS POSTED MY DREAM INTERNSHIP TODAY. AND IT'S A 30-40 MINUTE DRIVE FROM MY HOMETOWN BUT IT'S IN THE SPRING WHEN I'M NOT GONNA BE THEREEEEEE

[loopholes-and-wishes]

imma bitch about medical shit because I have anxiety and need to say it somewhere (under read more 👍)

Alright I fucking hate that my entire right pelvis hip area hates me rn and it's fully cause ya boy got their first UTI when their period hit and they have weak joints + muscles so laying about to not make my pain worse MADE IT WORSE. It doesn't help I found lumps around my lower back area that seems to be pressing on my muscles so I'm just in constant annoyance!! All the time!!! RAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! I'm gonna get the lumps checked out after I finish this term cause I can't take time off of school when I am SO CLOSE to getting that degree!! So I'm just in constant anxiety that I may have cancer EVEN THO IM STILL EARLY 20s!!!! So, gritting my teeth, I'm doing soooooo good rn. Soooooooo good.

[whspermy-name]

IT WON'T LOAD THE VIDEO

NOOOOO 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

[solradguy]

Learned about photogrammetry apps today. That means I could make 3D models of anything in my room which could then be 3D printed.

[girlwiththepapatattoo]

I work the night shift. I go in to work at 10pm, and leave before the store opens. Since the store is closed, I’ll park in the handicapped parking spot because there’s literally not going to be anyone using it...BECAUSE THE STORE IS CLOSED.

For the first time in over 9 years, I got a parking ticket for it. 🙃

[danceworshipper]

how the FUCK do people find clothes that aren't ugly as shit

[thecodeveronica]

I think Dissidia is kinda dead as a FF spin-off (Opera Omnia on mobile notwithstanding) after NT was so bad, but ugghghgghgh I want a new Dissidia game SO MUCH in the style of the PSP ones, with a heavy emphasis on singleplayer content again while also having online multiplayer like NT did.

SO I'm gonna wishlist what I'd want to cope with my sadness that it'll never happen (and spoilers for maybe multiple FF games are to follow, maybe, idk, I'm typing this off the top of my head):

STORY: Just reboot the whole thing. Nobody cared about the new gods they added in the Arcade and NT games, but the story of Chaos and Cosmos was kinda done, so just start the whole thing over fresh like the others never happened. Be freed of the shackles of the convoluted plot of the past, and create a new convoluted story lol.

Now, what I think would be cool would be some kind of partner system in the story. Two characters having to fight together and if one got defeated the other goes too. Would make for interesting interactions between characters from different games, both as partners and as having to outlast the other groups? I'm not sure what the end goal would be, but picking off characters pair-by-pair would be kinda fun IMO, even more so if some heroes had to be paired with villains. Maybe each pair that gets eliminated in some form (not "killing" per se, but you know) feeds the crystals energy for... something... that the gods want... yeah, I dunno.

Also, the pair thing would be more of a story thing than for gameplay. Keep the assist system from Dissidia 012 and have where the partners are assists in the story, but in other modes you could just pick whoever as an assist. And have some bonus, assist-only character like Aerith was in 012. I always found it wild that she was literally the ONLY assist-only character in that game and that they didn't do more as DLC. Surprising level of restraint from SQEX.

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ROSTER: Keep MOSTLY everyone who was in past games, including NT. I say "mostly" because I would trash Onion Knight and replace him with Luneth from the DS remake of FFIII. Sorry, I just have always hated Onion Knight's design and smarmy voice when FFIIIDS had better protag designs right there for the taking.

Some additions (in a reasonable number) for already-represented titles I'd add are:

Nothing for Final Fantasy I, II, III, V, or VI, sorry lol. The latter two already had 3 fighters anyway so they're fine. Also nothing for XI (never played it), XII (don't care about it and Vayne is already in from NT and he's the only one really worth it anyway), or XIV (never played it, though I am kind of fond of Alphinaud just because I had all his gear in FFRK and Opera Omnia so I guess him if anyone haha)

Final Fantasy IV Rydia -would be similar-ish in concept to 012's Yuna playstyle, but with different summons obviously and more regular magic spells interspersed in the moveset. I dunno, I just felt like one of the older games needed something and IV is my favorite of the pre-PS1 games. After Years outfit would be an alt ------

Final Fantasy VII Vincent Valentine -mostly ranged fighter with his guns and shotgun, though honestly I put him here just because I think it'd be cool fighting as him lol. His EX Mode would be when he turns into those monsters like in his Limit Break in VII. Also I'd love for him to have his Turk suit as an alt ------

Final Fantasy IX Beatrix -I actually kind of wanted Eiko or Garnet here but I'm not sure how they'd be different from all the other summoners either already in the games or that I want, so oof. Beatrix is cool and memorable and I think they could come up with something for her abilities in IX like Shock and all. Not sure what alt outfit she'd get since I don't remember her wearing anything else in IX? ------

Final Fantasy X Rikku -more of a X-2 rep in my mind since her thief dressphere would be her default IMO, but since she's in X as well I'll count her as both. Speedy melee attacker who would maybe swap to one or two other dresspheres for different attacks. Alt would obviously be her X outfit, though I'd also like her Songstress dressphere because I always though hers was cute. ------

Final Fantasy XIII Serah Farron -like Rikku, Serah is more of a stealth FFXIII-2 rep, but she was in XIII regardless so yeah. She'd obviously be able to switch between the bow and sword form of her weapon, and have some magic, probably Saboteur stuff because that's what I associate with her. XIII outfit as an alt for sure, though she also had some cute DLC outfits in XIII-2 that'd be cool

also in regard to XIII-2, I think it's kind of whack that Caius didn't get in as the XIII villain slot and they went with LR!Snow instead in NT, but I don't know that I'd replace Snow since I love his Lightning Returns design and he has that sick ice scythe, so RIP Caius, you deserved better.... ------

Final Fantasy XV Ardyn Izunia -super obvious choice, to give XV an antagonist. Also because I think we all pretty much like Ardyn, right? He's cool, and I think he'd be great to see in cutscenes in a new Dissidia. Not really much to say here since I think it's pretty easy to imagine how he'd play. Alt outfit would be his white robes look from how he was before the time of XV's story

Ignis Scientia -if I'm giving some games that already had 3 characters an extra one, then XV gets 4, too. Ignis deserves it most because he's my favorite of the non-Noctis Chocobros :) Could do his magic-infused daggers and all that, which is kind of untapped potential for Dissidia. Alt is obviously his timeskip look ------

Final Fantasy Type-0 Machina Kunagiri -the only realistic option for an "antagonist" from Type-0 IMO. EX Mode would be his White Tiger l'Cie appearance. Also, his dual-wielded drill sword... things... are pretty cool and I think would be fun in battle. Alt outfit of the summer Akademia uniform

Kurasame Susaya -LISTEN I love Type-0 and I'll do what I want here and add a 4th character. And I love Kurasame SO MUCH and so he's here because I say so. Plus, Ice Reaper? Ice magic and an ice blade and his Absolute Zero attack? HELLO? He would be so cool to fight as in Dissidia. Alt outfit would be his past look when he was an Akademia student

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NEW GAMES NOT ALREADY REPRESENTED IN THE SERIES:

World of Final Fantasy Lann & Reynn (yes, together) -I also LOVE WoFF so I have to give it respect here. I'd have where you swap between Lann and Reynn (think Sheik/Zelda in the older Smash games), each with their own little monsters that they send out to fight. And Lann would have maybe a claw attack while Reynn uses her dagger. Not sure on alt outfits though

Final Fantasy XVI Clive Rosfield -duh, the main character has to be here, but also I like Clive a lot so that's A-OK with me :) He'd be in his appearance from when he is 33, because frankly he's hot there and it is his best look by far. Would play taking advantage of his multiple Eikon abilities, like having an attack from each one since his big defining trait as a Dominant was being able to use all the other Eikons' powers. EX Mode would be when he is semi-primed, then the burst would be Ifrit attacking. Alt would be his outfit that got added in the update (the black one), or maybe his 15-year-old outfit but like... refitted for his older self? That might be kind of cool

Barnabas Tharmr -between him and Ultima for the XVI villain slot, but Dissidia seems to like to err on the side of the more "human" looking characters, so Barnabas it is. Odin is SUPER COOL in XVI so I think he'd be a great fit honestly! His EX Mode would be when is semi-primed with Odin obviously. I dunno what alt outfit he'd have though? I thought his knight looking outfit, but that's kind of already being used for the EX Mode, so uhh... huh

Joshua Rosfield -3rd slot for XVI. This is totally favoritism to take him over Jill, but to be fair, Joshua is like, a LOT more actually important to the plot and practically the deuteragonist of the game IMO. And I can't separate my Rosfields man, you just don't do that. Since Clive would be focused on all the Eikons, Joshua would instead be the main "Warden of Fire" rep here and use Phoenix-related powers. Phoenix Shift maybe could just be his (though I know that power is very Noctis warpstrike-y, but they'd play different enough otherwise I think), some kind of Flames of Rebirth attack, and overall be more magic-oriented than his brother. EX Mode is, again, semi-priming with Phoenix, with the burst being legit Phoenix attacking. Alt as his extra outfit from that recent update, though I think giving him a modified version of his prologue outfit (just, ya know, redesigned to not look stupid on an adult) would be cute. Or a riff on Elwin's outfit since Joshua was to be the next leader of Rosaria

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STAGES

Just a short run-through, since most would just be returning from before

FFI - Castle Cornelia FFII - Pandaemonium FFIII - Crystal Tower FFIV - Lunar Subterrane (this is one of my fave Dissidia stages btw) FFV - Interdimensional Rift FFVI - Narshe Outskirts FFVII - Planet's Core (Midgar was too confusing in NT, hated it) FFVIII - Promised Meadow FFIX - Alexandria FFX - Dream's End (I liked Besaid in NT too, but I think I liked the PSP stage more) FFXI - Empyreal Paradox (never played XI but this place is SO PRETTY) FFXII - Rabanastre FFXIII - Sunleth Waterscape (Orphan's Cradle in 012 and Eden in NT both kinda sucked and I think this is more visually distinctive) FFXIV - Porta Decumana FFXV - Insomnia (I would make this stage set at night this time tho) FFT - Orbonne Monastery FFType-0 - Akademeia Courtyard (with the Tempus Finis background) New Stages:

World of Final Fantasy - Nine Woods Hill FFXVI - Twinside (this is a tough choice; I think Twinside is associated with one of the best segments of the game and visually pretty, though I considered Rosalith or that Interdimensional Rift where Ultima starts lore dumping on Clive and Joshua)

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SHOOT I meant to mention maybe Zack as a Crisis Core rep, but honestly I guess VII has plenty and I don't know how much different he'd play than Cloud, so never mind. I feel like Zack deserves a slot, though, you know what I mean?

On a related note, I also think Marche Radiuju from Final Fantasy Tactics Advance (FFTA my beloved) would be nice, but I have no delusions that he'd ever have a shot, and to be fair, even in my own fantasy roster, I feel like he'd be kinda weird to have in-game from a story perspective when he was from a "real world" type situation. If you played that game, you get it

[yeowangies]

oh my GOD

The Candle Wick Beckons

☆☆ Content: ( demon au. demon!gogeta & demon!vegito x female reader. m/f/m threesome. demon summoning. implied rivalry. oral sex-female & male receiving. rough kissing. rough sex. biting. spanking. double penetration. overstimulation. anal sex. 6k words ) ☆☆ Warning: ( dark theme, soft horror/occult elements, explicit language, manipulation, noncon/dubcon→ consent ) ☆☆ Rating: M / 18+. MINORS DNI ☆☆ A/N: *translation: "arise/awaken" -courtesy of google translate so it's probably inaccurate I am also now slightly less scared of the dark

This all happened so fast, but it finally happened! You could officially call yourself a homeowner and were proud of it to wind up with such a spacious house to fill up. It was in nice enough condition and you didn't waste time moving some essentials in as soon as you could. Traveling back and forth to your former residence took so much of the day away alone, you barely had the strength to move another box from the van afterward.

It was only after you bid your helpers a good night and tried to get comfortable with what you had that it finally sunk in you were going to be alone in this empty house for the night. Worse, the power wasn't going to be connected until tomorrow. You made use of your remaining light getting yourself settled in for a long, quiet night in the dark.

After setting up a little place on the floor with your mattress, sheets, and pillows, you took the time to search the home in hopes of finding something left behind by the previous owner to help you through the night. Scouring one floor after the other, you come across the attic area that was fashioned out to be an extra bedroom. With your phone flashlight guiding you, a glint reflects the light and catches your attention before you turned to leave. A candle holder carelessly left on the floor and to your fortune still holding a long, red candlestick. You quickly swipe it up and thought to go a third time over the room, shining the light under the built-in furniture. To your luck, another holder tucked against the wall underneath the counter and a candle attached as well. It made you work for it, but you were successful in leaving the room with the two extra candles and a bit of dust on your clothing.

Returning to the now darker living room, you pried open one of the boxes and took out a few scented candles of your own to help light the room. Once the lighter was located, you started with your own candles and their familiar scents, placing them throughout the corners of the living room and the visible corners of the hall between the bathroom and the kitchen. Letting your phone rest for the night as well, you switched its flashlight off and used the candles around to see, looking over one of the found candles from the upstairs room. Flicking the lighter on, tiny letters carved into the holder became more detailed and you squint to try and make it out.

"Mez-a-me-ru* Go-ge-ta." You sound out to yourself and felt certain you butchered the words but shrugged it off as you set the flame to the candle's wick. You sat it down to let the flame grow on top and reached for the other to repeat. This one's writing was slightly different, however. Once again bringing the holder closer to the lighter's flame to read: "Mezameru*... Ve-gi-to." These must have belonged to a real candle connoisseur or something to have such pompous names, you imagined. You gave a mocking snort and tilted the black candle over to the flame, making a note to look up the brand tomorrow to get an idea of the value on these unique candle holders.

Finders, keepers and profit.

The way the smoke rose from these candles would imply some sort of incense made into the wax or possibly the wick, but they did not give off any immediate smells. Not that you could notice right away with all the scented candles you already filled the space with. You take each candle holder in your hands and move to place them in their temporary set up for tonight, the red set inside the kitchen, and then down the hall to set the black into the bathroom before returning to your "bed" for tonight. It was still too early for any sleep and there was no power to cook anything right now, so you continued to dig through a few of your boxes for anything else to entertain you and distract from the silence. Adding on to your to-do list for tomorrow to look into playing cards and board games for any future power outages as you did.

Finding the contents useless without a power source, you push the boxes aside and fall back onto the mattress with a sigh. Choosing instead to pass some more time with thoughts on your milestone accomplishment. How the various smells circling the room opened your imagination to all the future sweets you could bake in your own home to give that wholesome feeling. It ended up making you hungrier, the sweetness in the air working with the heat that brought them to life.

A distinct burning smell hits your senses and you sit up on guard, looking towards the candlelit areas for any signs of excessive smoke or large flame but found none. A thump from the kitchen did draw your attention further. Afraid one of the boxes holding your dishes may have tumbled over, you pick up the closest scented candle and follow the path into the kitchen to look around. The burning scent had become stronger, as well. A halfhearted look around the dimly lit kitchen showed no signs of anything falling over, but the smell was definitely coming from that old candle. Fanning the incense-like smoke from your face you move closer to snuff out the wick with a quick breath, however the heavy thud directed your attention away before you could. Your eyes are immediately drawn toward the darkness where you felt the impact on the hardwood floor vibrate from across the room.

Vibrant eyes reflect the soft light, low to the ground and quickly flicking from left to right to you. Your heart pounded, then settled with a heavy sigh once you noticed movement just above it. A tail swaying. "Fuck, just a cat." You laughed to yourself. "I don't know how you got in here, but I'll let you stay for the night if you're good company." You leaned down a little with your free hand opened, inviting the little thing closer. "C'mon, little guy." You encouraged, the eyes lifting at the gesture.

The longer you looked upon the "small" silhouette the more your eyes adjusted to the darkness around it. You started to see a bit more detail, that it was in fact not small like a cat as you presumed, but something large hunched over and the light of its eyes rose higher and higher as it stood. Even across the room, it towered over you leaving you speechless and pumping your heart right back up. It was the large hand that reached back out to you revealed by the candlelight that shook you entirely and you sprinted out of the kitchen with barely a sound on your breath. Distance and concealment were sought in your panic, practically diving into the bathroom and trying to quietly close the door to not be detected.

You tried to wrap your head around what you saw— was it a burglar who had slipped in while you were all moving the boxes, waiting for the right moment, or maybe some shelterless man who made use of the emptied home without the seller's notice? Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, the first night alone in a new house and all. It was hard trying to catch your breath surrounded by the strong, burning scent of the bathroom candle. It made you panic more. What if your short breaths could be heard through the door or the smell attracted the intruder? You held your hand over your mouth to try to keep from letting your worry slip out in fearful whines, turning your eyes to your candlelit reflection in the bathroom mirror. You left your ears opened to any sounds outside the door, yet your eyes honed in on the mirrored image of the bathroom.

Behind you was a mass of shapeless black forming where you should be seeing the empty towel rack reflected. It looked as if the smoke of the candle was twisting around it, giving the form of a head and shoulders taller than your own. You were frozen.

"You're not the one..." An eerie whisper creeps over your shoulder and into your ear. That's when you see them again, the pair of vibrant eyes that faded into view of the mass, the sharp blue color standing out and lowering to the dancing flame. "But you lit the candle anyway." The mass in the mirror leaned and you can hear a faint jingle, then see the darkness stretch across your shoulder. And you felt it, the heaviness of a warm touch, and you could see the contour of fingers. You let out a shriek from the depth of your chest and tore the bathroom door open to flee. The scented candle in your hand was carelessly abandoned and dropped, the melted wax killing the flame. You made a run toward the remaining candles to reach the front door.

Your path is blocked, the burning smell filling your nose again suddenly and you collide with hot skin and fur brushing your hands. Frantic hands try to fight off the body before you but you are sharply grasped by your arms and lifted off your feet, brought face to face with the intruder from the kitchen. The shine of its blue eyes scrutinizes you behind the long red mane framing its face. More humanlike features are further revealed to you, though the prick of claws in your arms and what you saw in the bathroom said otherwise. It was then you see the eyes flick past your head and its red brow narrowed further. A deep groan hums behind the creature's mouth and you are turned to face the other side of the living room like some lightweight thing.

"Quit your skulking. I already have her." The unnatural dual-tone voice makes you flinch as it passed your ears, your eyes bouncing around the darkened corners until locking on another set of glowing eyes peering around the corner of the hall. The black mass from the bathroom. Its presence stirs up a growl from your captor as it slides further into view with that soft jingle, crossing into the light of the candles and fading into a similar shape to the redheaded creature. Humanoid features with a more reddish fur, a black mane that grew away from its face and down its back with long strands still hanging in front of its eyes. And those glowing blue eyes as if they gave off their own light.

It smirked revealing the sharp canines, earrings jingling as it approached. "Well would you look at that, two candles lit at the same time. That's never happened before." Even their voices sounded the same.

"Mine was lit first." Answered from behind you.

"What does that matter? We're both here now."

"So the claim is mine."

The darker-haired entity moved to close the space between you, eyes glancing you over before going back to its kin. "There are no rules that say that."

"What do you want?!" You spouted in the growing tension, starting up a struggle to get free and out from between them. "I-Is it the house? You can have it! I'll-I'll leave it for you right now!" You declared in your useless thrashing. There is a silence that made you pause and look between them, noting the raised brow in the one before you. You're then set back on your feet, but not quite free of the grasp keeping you in place.

"You summoned us, Namekeeper." Your clutcher insisted, spinning you to face him. "What do you want?"

You tried to keep yourself still but you were terrified and the chill up your spine said to break free and run. Everything you'd just seen left your body shaking and your heart racing in your chest. You kept your head low, catching sight of his long tail swaying as you answered. "I-I didn't." You implored, "I just got here and I-I can leave if you need me to."

"-So you just came into this house to go pyromaniac on every candle you see?" The Darker-haired one spoke up again, glancing around at the scented candles.

"No no, this is my house. I paid for it!" You quickly rebutted, regretted it, and dialed your tone back down. "B-But you can definitely have it back."

"Then you are our 'Candelabra'. The Namekeeper." The red-haired one dictated to you, a clawed finger pokes your forehead tilting your head up to look at him as the dark-haired one wandered over into your line of sight as well.

"You spoke the magic words and lit the way between the realms to you- the candle with our names on it. And..." He paused, further observing you with a light tilt of his head. "—You really have no idea?" Your head lightly shook. Looking between them and taking in their distinct appearance side by side, it finally came to you.

One red, one black. "You're... f-from those old candles...?" You divulged out loud, both astonished and further petrified by what kind of monsters you accidentally let out just trying to comfort yourself in the dark. You start to see why they were abandoned in the attic room but they speak as if it's normal they are summoned from lighting the candles. Expecting you to know. There was little to no history shared about whoever owned this house before you, but it further clicks why it was obtained practically hassle-free. They were nutjobs cavorting with evil spirits! The whole house was probably haunted. Now it was your problem with the hope you would live long enough to get yourself out of it.

"Not a single protection ward in sight." Is pointed out by one of them, the pair scanning over the room before they exchange glances. Smirks rise in a synchronized manner as a common understanding is silently established between them. You clearly have proven that you were out of your element being so unguarded, but the fact of the matter is you summoned them anyways. Whatever it is that governs the conditions they adhere to, they couldn't just leave. As any stubborn or mischievous spirit, they must be removed. Or, a need must be met, and for that, they could not allow you to leave, either.

One who holds the names of demons has the power of everything they are at the break of their lips, the voice that calls them through the veil between the realms. You are The Candelabra now, they are yours. Not one, but two demons ( a moral foul in its own right with the fickle nature of demons ). Their very presence in this reality is tethered to their handler and it is every bit amusing to them you don't even know it. No commands to bring them to heel and no charms to guard your mind, body, or soul against their influence. Plenty before have been driven mad by such raw exposure to the otherworld, there may only be a matter of time before you share that fate.

They could simply do whatever they want now. At least until sunrise.

The black-haired entity's hand comes down on your shoulder as if to be viewed as a playful gesture, making you flinch all the same as he hunched over you. "Naughty human playing with demon seals. Don't you know how dangerous that is?" The utterance of the word "demon" gave your wary heart another jolt, the truth spoken into existence. You summoned demons! No amount of horror movies could prepare you for the real deal.

"Obviously not." The redhead hunched as well with a mischievous cant of his head toward you. "You hold our names and have no idea what that means." The two start to laugh, unsettling you even more at what they could, or would, do to you. A split second of bravery spikes in your body and you snatch away from them, stumbling back a little as you did.

"No! You don't know what it means!" You fuss, voice cracking with fear but with an authoritative tone backing it up. "I-I summoned you, you're supposed to obey me or somethin'! S-So go away! For a thousand years!" It put a stop to their laughing, but now they just looked at you as if you were the odd one. Another exchange of glances and one of them shrugs. Playing along.

"Aww, but we all just got here. Whatever. If you want us gone, then fine. As you wish, Namekeeper.." Red shoulders shrugged under dark locks, the earring demon speaking with a profound, condescending tone. His leer darkens on you. "You say the magic word and we're out of here." The brief instance of relief leaves you. The auburn-furred demon vanished from your sight and you felt the rush of heat along with that smoky smell brush over you, feeling his presence close behind you.

"...What is my name?" He whispered in your ear, the slight sight of red bangs appearing in your peripherals.

Your mouth gaped slightly, bottom lip trembling as if trying to speak whatever danced at the tip of your tongue. You don't remember what you read. Those words are muddled in your mind and of course there are no summoning candles nearby for reference. "Go-...Govito?" Uttered in lackluster confidence and immediate regret.

"Amateur." Followed a snicker. "You're a rude Namekeeper." A black claw traces up the contour of your thigh to your hip. "But with pretty skin."

In what little fight you had left it disappeared at the touch. You felt defeated and lost in how to deal with a situation such as this. Feeling threatened by the red-haired demon's remark, you began to softly cry to yourself. Begging the demon in a voiceless whimper. "Don't tear off my skin, please. Please, don't."

"Why not? It grows back, I hear." More venturous hands hold your hips, claws gathering the fabric of your top and pulling it up to expose more of your skin making you clutch your hands tight in discomfort. Your shirt was raised enough that you could feel the air around your waist and stomach, the weight of your breasts now settling in his large hands. You feel yourself being drawn back, closer to his igneous body. "Never tasted human skin fresh before."

"There's plenty that can be done with human skin, ya know." The other speaks up, closing in on you as well with a tameless leer. Licking his lips, his hands reach out to your exposed skin, caressing the invisible line from your sternum down to your belly button with his thumb. "But you get a little more out of it when it's still warm and flushed with blood." He chuckled with his red tail wagging behind him. The clasp of your bottoms is undone with a persistent claw, tearing the fabric to reveal the lower parts of your body while your breasts are affectionately fondled and squeezed. First through the fabric of your crumpled-up shirt, and then the heated bare hands against your supple, soft skin causing you to try to shake yourself loose from the provocative touching. You started to see your own death play out in your mind, being torn open like a paper bag by white fangs and black claws making you want to fight to live.

Another pair of hands capture your hips and hold you in place, frightful eyes watching the black head lower to your exposed body and give your lower stomach a tasteful lick. His tongue was warmer than the feel of his hands and moved with a mind of its own. Your fear made you certain it was just an act to mark the right place on your body before he gnawed a hole into your flesh and ate what fell out. Your fear prepared you for that, seizing your body up in preparation for unimaginable pain when he draws back.

However, it is your unprotected clit that his mouth closes over, hot tongue carving a line up and down your slit and skillfully lapping over the reactive nerve making your body jump in a mix of stimulation and genuine shock. As a delighted hum vibrates between your legs, your nipples are then suddenly pinched earning a vocal response from you that is further drawn out by the mouth "feeding" on your body.

"Very cute." The Red-haired demon purred behind you, further toying and tugging at your nipples as your hands grabbed onto his in response. His auburn tail slides between your breast, snaking around one to give it a fond squeeze. "I guess you could be a worse Namekeeper. You did tell me I could stay if I was good company. I'll be sure to make a lasting impression on you."

"-W-Wait, no don't do th-ah!" You tried to fuss between the strokes against your sensitive bud and teased tits. Your legs almost caved at their attentiveness, steadying yourself with a heavy hand clutching the dark mane below you. "Wait, wait-please I can't-" Your words were lost in the mewls you tried to contain, willing your body to not fall into pleasure given by these demons.

"What did you expect from us, you summoned demons." He snickered in his chest, his tongue now tasting your nape and shoulder as he continued to snug your breasts in his hold.

Defying them shouldn't be this difficult. This had to be wrong on numerous levels and everything in your morals told you so. Whatever obligation to you they had, you had already convinced yourself they were monsters. Killers, maybe. You reminded yourself over and over they are frightful beasts that no good could come from, clenching that thought in your mind to stay grounded. And like the beasts they are, they mercilessly set your body sensitivity through the roof, dialing up the heat within your core with such ease as if they were trained to do just that. You couldn't allow yourself to fall into the sensation lest you lose something to the candle demons you may never get back. But every natural reaction you struggled to hide made it harder to steel yourself. They worked in tandem against you, forcing your sensitive buttons to cast away your fear. And they were winning.

You are given a moment of relief as the heated mouth left your pussy, ravenous eyes admiring the nectar of his efforts with delight. "Your attitude sure changed. What's the matter, you wanna cum already? Then tell me how deep to stick my tongue inside you. I'll obey that." The earring demon teased, licking the taste of you from his lips. Any objection would be groundless if you did answer, the pitch in your voice would betray you. The other did not let up tending to your breasts and sucking at the skin of your neck. The impatient bulge rubbing at your backside was not subtle either nor did it help you hold onto your rational thoughts. It stirred an anticipation that made you startle yourself.

Your thoughts are occupied with the imagery of their foreign heat filling your walls, knocking your pleading nerves senseless with the intent to hate it. Until you could feel the phantom sensations of your walls caving in around them in ecstasy. Did you actually start to desire this? So weak-willed from your fear that the now less frightful pleasure building throughout your body was the means of survival? They hadn't exactly killed you yet or claimed the desire to do so. The anxious sensation in your chest still wouldn't let you admit it, but the throb between your thighs beckoned shamelessly. Perhaps the hesitation in your lack of words answered for you, it was all they needed to know. And so many tasteful scents from candles lighting the darkness around did set up a mood. Your eyes shy away from them, the tension in your grip relaxing.

You feel your feet being directed further apart and one of your breasts bounces back on its own weight. The deep purring in your skin grew louder in your ear and the prodding at your backside lowers, feeling your wet bloom suddenly open from behind you, the red-haired demon shoving his cock inside you without warning. You keened at the fullness and he holds your waist to steady you as he started pumping into you. Though focused on solely chasing his own pleasure, his other large hand still kneaded at your breast to get a rise out of you. It was too much at once, you buckled at the knees and leaned back into him with a loud moan where his arm wrapped around your waist to secure you against him.

An act that crossed the other demon, your eyes finding a hostile scowl that was directed towards the monster behind you. The black-haired demon let out a deep, gruff rumble from his chest and the two locked eyes over your shoulder. The purring against your skin took on a darker tone.

"I was summoned first." The demon growled to the other from behind you, reiterating their prior back and forth with no slack in thrusting into you. He quickened himself, using the act to stake his claim of being the one to fuck you first. He holds you more possessively making him penetrate deeper and leaving your mouth agape and breathless. It was hardly the time for an argument, but it seems the pair of demons would find a means to. The other certainly didn't see that reason as authority enough but he was the one who got the raw taste of you first.

"Whatever." He grumped reluctantly with a roll of his eyes, licking his lips impatiently. He presumed it would have at least been discussed first, is all. Though he couldn't stay mad about it with this view of you. The harsh bounce from your hips going all the way up to your breasts and the whiny gasps falling over your lips as you stop suppressing your voice. The grip in your hands on his auburn-furred counterpart said so much about your pleasure. He touched your thigh in appreciation of his perspective, rubbing a circle into your skin and eager to feel you around his cock as well. His leer finds your watery eyes as the corner of his mouth stretches into a grin, red tail continuing to swing behind him.

It was definitely overshadowed by the frenzy of emotions they put you through in the beginning, but watching one of them like this made you realize they're very handsome for demons. Despite the wild hair, fur, and other uniquely frightening things about them, they looked like human men who took their rockstar gimmick too seriously. But you couldn't deny their dark aesthetic really brought out the allure of their blue eyes, standing out even in dim candlelight. You don't want to imagine what they go through for such large muscles like these, but they carry them well. They feel amazing wrapped around you, holding you in place to endure the strong snap of hips carrying you into bliss. You could almost completely overlook what they are for the euphoria eating away at your sanity.

You're pulled into his stare and suddenly you crave more than you thought you wanted. Releasing the strong arms of the red-haired candle demon you lean forward to bend your hips and adjust your feet, bracing your hands upon the shoulders of his red counterpart. He doesn't seem to cause a fuss about it, he only moves both his hands to your hips and draws his cock out to realign, thrusting back into your hips with this new angle. It did give him a better view to admire after all, the way your plush asscheeks recoiled off his lower stomach and he wrapped his tail around your thigh instead.

To your welcomed surprise, the black-haired demon greeted you with a heavy kiss, muffling the moans being pumped out of you, and seized your freed breasts in his hands as well. The taste of yourself further drew you in, your hands finding a handful of dark locks and trying to keep on your feet as he kissed your breath away. The pleasure warming up inside you made it hard to remain sober and steady, however. Fortunate for you, you miss the taunting look the demon flexed in his brows to the other over your sudden preferred affection for him, purring into your mouth as he did.

Your mind is elsewhere, emptied of its sense of reasoning in favor of your immediate desires. That, and something else remains inside. When you closed your eyes it felt like the burning aroma of the demons had entered your thoughts and fed you images of the two candles, flashing over and over in a heavy wave. You can feel it, tingling across your tongue and holding your breath captive until you spoke it. Your lips slowly part from his, hovering close.

"Ve-...Vegit-to." Whisked off your panting, eyes opening to the demon before you. A moment of lucidity with the heat leaving your head, your fingers bump his earring as you moved to stroke his cheek. This is Vegito, the black candle. And the red, "Go...geta."

"At your service, Namekeeper." Vegito purrs, licking your lips before taking another hard kiss from you.

"Has a nice ring to it when you say it." Gogeta adds with a smirk and the momentum of his thrusts gets harder. You really are their Namekeeper, then. You suddenly felt weary, knees buckling again under the rough pounding at your hips as your orgasm crept in. Gogeta lowers to his knees and set you down on yours, but doesn't let up. You then find your head in Vegito's lap, mouth filled with his throbbing cock and you accepted it.

You felt a slick coat already around it, as hot as his flesh and tasteless on your tongue. But it tingled once mixed with your saliva and you felt a numbness churn with his thrusts at the back of your throat making it easier to slide his length further past your lips as he propped your head in his hand. That was unexpected, but it made sense when compared to the ease of the other burying his inside your tense hole without a moment to adjust. In spite of their size they just fit, painlessly, like magic. Pumping you from both ends like some plaything they were free to rough up and adding to the ambiance with their raunchy growls as they did. Black claws start to prick the skin of your hips and scratch at your scalp but you could barely feel them as you waited for your orgasm to take you. It felt so close and still so far away. Despite the steady, yet rough thrusts of Gogeta hitting your sweet spot or even you pushing your hips back into him it wouldn't land. Just waves of warmth pulsing with each impact and wetness dripping down from your thighs.

Vegito sensed your desperation in the way your hands kept finding new places to cling in his red fur and watching the way your back arched. Ever the one to instigate mischief, he pulls his cock from your mouth and reaches beneath you, rubbing your swollen clit and giving you the release you wanted. Your insides spasmed around Gogeta's cock so suddenly it made him cum as well, emptying his hot seed into your insides. Vegito snickers rubbing a hand at your twitchy hips and giving your ass a slap.

"Quit being so selfish, you've had your fun already." He's no idiot to know what Gogeta was up to. Even he was only patient for so long. Ignoring the annoyed glare thrown his way, Vegito pulls you off your exhausted knees and up into his lap. "Now that you're all warmed up, it's my turn." Off one cock and in no time onto another, you were barely given the chance to recover yourself before he props your legs over his large forearms and guides your soaking bloom down his length. You whined at the sudden fullness of him, every part between your legs still popping in the sweet ache of such an intense orgasm. It felt like you were still having it. Vegito gently gnawed your chin before pulling your bottom lip with his fangs, coaxing you to kiss him. Powerless, you leaned into it and his tongue beckons for your mouth. Distracting you with its smooth affection once you opened to it before bouncing you up and down the full length of his member.

Your tender insides flexed so deliciously around him, you feel his purrs vibrate against your lips as he muffled every little sound you made. It couldn't be helped to smooth your hands over the skin of his exposed chest, his tail stroking your backside in response.

Gogeta's tail was thumping the floor, now grumping at the lack of your touch and rubbing his cock in his hand as he sat and watched. Possibly biding his time for the chance to play dirty as the other had. There was a reason two demons never get summoned by the same Namekeeper. Though, he has no real idea why. As Vegito stated, it had never happened before. Especially not with their prior Namekeeper. It's not as bad as he thought playing off someone else to have a little fun with humans, however he never expected his first sexual encounter with one to be shared either. Whatever purpose— or mistake— brought them to you set up an unusual dynamic. But it would remain interesting to him. Especially with a vision like you. He may not be the one making you moan now, but your voice and short gasps ring in his ears so hot. He would never stop making you cry out, fisting his swollen cock in his hand more at the thought as he growled to himself.

Without thought, Gogeta crawls toward you, nipping the skin at the back of your shoulders and sucking at the warmth of your touch. He leans more into you, still rubbing down his cock in one hand and filling the other with one of your breasts again. He got your attention as you broke away from your kiss with Vegito and reached behind you to capture the head of red-hair and kiss him instead. You were met with a bruising force in return as if he was trying to devour your mouth. Vegito lets go of your legs allowing you to fall back against Gogeta's chest and held your ass in his hands instead, pulling you into the jerky thrust of his hips into you. Eventually, the ground found your back and your head rested in Gogeta's lap, torso slightly twisted and hands bracing him to swallow his aching cock.

You were being grabbed by so many hands and coiled all over with their tails that it was maddening. They managed to flip and adjust you around so much that they became less abrasive in sharing your body to accommodate all of your pleasures. It felt like only minutes had gone by since your first orgasm, but it had to be hours. Without rest in between you lost track of how many times you actually came, your over-aroused nerves just eager to get to the next one as long as you came when you needed to. Each one is more intense than the last and they still found a means to keep them coming. You eventually wound up pressed between the two demons as they both managed to work their cocks inside your pussy, snug inside chasing the frissons of pleasure. Taking turns between thrusting as deep as they could while the other kept you warm inside. They somehow find a way to turn that into a means to outdo the other, priding themselves on not only making you cum but the other one as well. At least until Gogeta chose to claim your ass after meddling around your puckered hole with his thumb long enough, the two now free to feed their pleasure at their own pace again. Bouncing you off the other. There was a moment you felt like you were dreaming and their back and forth was drowned out in your ears. When you didn't respond to them directly the only way they knew you were still conscious was through the mewls falling off your heavy breaths when Vegito stroked at your clit again, letting you cum for the last time.

You were in and out after, reciprocating kisses where you got them until you just didn't. Floating around in the emptiness of your mind until you came to again.

A banging sound pulled you back into reality and you awoke face-up on your mattress, limbs wrapped around your sheet. The room was brightened with the sunlight from the uncovered windows and all the candles you lit at the earliest of the eve had all gone out. The banging continued and you recognized it coming from the front door and your eyes recognized the empty surroundings as your new house. It must be the movers. When you started to stretch out, your limbs felt so heavy and sore. Slowly turning over to try to get up, the night's memories flooded back into your mind like a lucid dream and your eyes widened. You looked around and found the area was just the way you left it when you first lit all the candles. You remember laying back on the mattress after that. Was that when you fell asleep? You were still dressed in your clothes. Unless you changed? The knocking was making it hard to think. You slugged your way to your feet and made it to the door, shielding your eyes from the light beaming in. Greeted by the movers bringing the rest of your larger items and the electrician to connect the power, you let them in to do their job.

But you felt too tired to deal with all of that right now. You barely made it to the bathroom, using the outside light from the small window to look at yourself in the mirror. You looked exhausted and felt like you could sleep for a week. As a mover calls from down the hall asking your permission to blow out a red candle to move it, your eyes catch the black one. Wick still carrying a flame and looking like the wax never burned down the stick. You stare at it silently, then move over to blow out the flame instructing the movers to do the same.

It was just a dream, right?

[blnova180]

The Bad Sandwiches

This story contains: multiple sick characters, with descriptive belly rumbles, scat and diarrhea!!!

Sci-fi setting: In a world where humans and robots are at war with each other, during a rare moment of armistice, two unfortunate guys end up with a bout of food poisoning. Fortunately, their commander is there to take care of them.

(FYI I'm terrible at names so...)

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On a normal, sunny afternoon, lieutenants Fleck and Hade were having lunch at the canteen, partaking in their favorite activity: talking crap about their unit's new commander, Spree.

It was ridiculous that the higher ups thought she'd make a better commander than either one of them. Spree was more book smart than street smart, and she was always coming up with new strategies and training regiments.

"She's not right in the head," Hade said, getting up from the table. "There's an efficient way to hold your blaster, and there's a hundred ways to do so inefficiently," he mimicked her in a high pitched voice.

"The old commander never cared how we shot, as long as we hit out targets," complained Fleck. "Whatever, let's got train on our own for a while, yeah?"

"Sure, man."

Throwing out their trash and leaving thier trays behind, the two made their way to holo-room 4 to start on some light training.

They'd been fighting holo-bots for about an hour, sweating and already growing a bit tired, when Fleck started noticing an uncomfortable pressure building in his stomach. Glancing at Hade, who was still going, he shrugged it off and decided to push through it. Unbeknownst to Fleck, Hade was beginning to feel something too; his insides were rather tender and were twinging in pain with the slightest movements.

They finished the round and Hade paused the session.

"I need some water," he said.

Fleck nodded, needing the break just as much. He wiped his sweaty hair out of his face, and winced as a cramp raced down his abdomen. Hade was getting a drink at the water fountain, so Fleck allowed a soft pfff to escape him, trying to ease the pressure.

Hade bent over the water fountain, really hoping the cool water would sooth his stomach. Unfortunately, bending put more pressure on his gut than he intended.

Phwaaarghhhhh. It moaned like a whale and Hade flinched. He wiped his mouth and straightened back up.

Just then, the door to holo-room 4 opened.

Fleck and Hade looked up, and Commander Spree stared back at them.

"There you are," Spree said coolly, crossing her arms. "Have you been down to the canteen yet?"

"What's it to you?" Fleck snapped. "Gonna regulate what we eat now too?"

Spree raised an eyebrow. "Control's reported a situation. Did you stop at the canteen or not?"

Fleck glared at her, his aching stomach emboldening him. "What's it matter if we did or didn't? What's the situation? Is there an attack, was there a breach?"

"More of a human error," Spree said. "Answer the question, lieutenant."

"What? So it's a matter of rank?" Fleck sneered. "We're not high enough to know what's-" he took a breath, a cramp rolling through him "-what's going on?"

Spree narrowed her eyes. She crossed the room towards him, opening her mouth to no doubt berate him, when all of a sudden, she was interrupted by a noisy fart.

As it turned out, while Fleck had been arguing with Spree, Hade was having a bit of a predicament. He'd placed his hands on his stomach, surprised to find it protruding in a tight bloat. He could feel his belly bubbling against his hands.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

Hade's stomach quaked warningly. He gasped and clenched his butt. But it was so no avail, his cheeks were split open with a booming, dry fart.

BRRRRRRRAAPPPPPP~

Spree and Fleck looked at him. Hade's ears turned pink from embarrassment, but he didn't have time to dwell, because he wasn't done. His next string of farts spluttered out painful and wet.

Phllllbrrrrrrrtttttttttt. Krpppppppluttttttttt. Phbraaaap-braapppp. Grrrrll. Poooot.

Hade held his stomach, his legs weak and shaky. His breath came quick and hard, his stomach aching and burning.

Spree sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "As I was saying, Control reported a situation. The tuna sandwiches served at the canteen today were expired. A few people have turned up sick at the med-bay. Did both of you eat the sandwich, or just Hade?"

Gwwwwlp. The wet, upset gurgle from Fleck's own stomach answered her question for him.

"Do you need to use the bathroom before I escort you to the med-bay?" Spree asked them.

"Yes," Hade whimpered, clutching onto the side of the water fountain for support.

"I'm fine," Fleck snarled, crossing his arms.

"Suit yourself, then."

Spree walked over to Hade, supporting him the few steps to the bathroom behind him. Hade stumbled into the first stall, desperately pulling his belt loose and dropping his pants.

The moment his butt touched the porcelain bowl, a wet fart exploded from him, carrying a stream of liquid diarrhea out with it. Hade whimpered, tears pricking in his eyes. His gut was so tight and tender he couldn't do more than let spurts of mushy poo shot out from his sore butthole. Except something was getting stuck, and he needed to push, but he was in too much pain.

Gasping, and choking on a sob, he tried rubbing his belly to move things along; but he couldn't even fart anymore.

He heard a sigh, and Spree was in front of him, roughly feeling his forehead. Hade gasped for air. His breathing suddenly eased out when a new hand gently ran up and down his stomach.

Grrwwwwullllll. His tummy yawned thankfully, and his lower belly unclenched what it'd been holding back. A log pocked out of his hole, slowly working its way out with a mix of dry and wet prrts.

Outside the bathroom, Fleck stood massaging his abdomen. Alone, he let his face turn red, twisting in discomfort as he forced out little chirping farts. His churning stomach wasn't feeling any better. He thought releasing some gas would make the building pressure ease up some, though so far, it did not good.

Fleck felt bad for Hade, who'd thoroughly embarrassed himself in front of their straight-laced commander, and was sorry he was so sick. Fleck didn't think he needed to take a dump that desperately, yet, but the noises from the bathroom were starting to make his own stomach burble sympathetically.

A cramp stabbed his bellybutton, and he opened his cheeks to let out another fart.

KSHHHprrrrrrrrrtt-toot~

Only, what he'd expected to be another dry peep, came out instead as a sickly shart.

Fleck broke into a cold sweat. He made a b-line for the bathroom, holding onto his bottom like his life depended on it.

Inside, Hade, who's own pain was easing up as his log inched it's way out, saw a flash of Fleck as he raced to the next stall. Bubbly farts followed him, along with a string of breathless curses.

Fart after fart rocketed out of him, his belly crying for sweet relief. Making it into the stall, his fingers trembled on his belt buckled as he fumbled to unclasp it.

Braap. Braap. BRRRAAAP.

He kept farting consecutively until finally, finally Fleck managed to drop his pants and collapse onto the waiting toilet. He farted. And farted. But nothing but a few little mushy sharts came out.

Fleck tried pushing on his taught, bloated stomach. His guts boiled with fury at his harsh treatment.

PSHHHHHHPRRTTTTBRRRRRRR.

His booming fart echoed in the toilet bowl.

In the next stall, Hade winced sympathetically, listening to his friend's persistent farting. His log tapered off and he let out a sigh of relief. His poor gut was still hurting, but he was done pooping for the moment.

Spree handed him a wad of toilet paper.

"Thanks," Hade mumbled weakly. "I think I'll be all right to go to the med-bay after, y'know..."

He nodded towards Fleck's stall, where he'd started panting and grunting in an attempt to move things along.

"He's gonna be here all day at this rate," Spree said, shaking her head before walking out of Hade's stall and into the next.

Fleck glared at her when she took a step towards him, and she raised her hands in surrender, leaning against the stall's frame. Fleck's pants pooled around his ankles, the skid mark on the inside of his underwear visible.

A cramp rolled like thunder through him, and he bent over to fart again.

PshhhBRRRRRRTTTTT~

It started as a hiss, quickly becoming another boom. Fleck's face turned red as he strained, bending forwards, hugging his knees. His belly couldn't take being squished so hard.

The head of log snaked out of him. Fleck pushed. And a short log slid out into the bowl. He panted with relief, leaning back. He almost wanted to laugh at how over dramatic his body had been acting. After all that effort, the only thing he'd expelled was-

Another sharp cramp pierced his bellybutton; like an extra long, hot needle.

And in an instant, his cheeks were parting. Fleck held his breath. It felt like lava running out of his bottom. Clumpy and slushy, burning his butthole on the way out.

Over the sound of his diarrhea, he could hear Spree saying something to Hade. He heard her leave, foot steps fading. For a few minutes, Fleck held back tears, resigning himself to his twisting guts.

Kshhhrrrt~ Bllllrrrrrp ~ Phhhwwwwggggg. The chunky streams continued.

Then, all of a sudden, Fleck registered a hand combing through his hair. Exhausted, he fell forward, and an arm was holding him, the hand moving down to rub circles along his back. His stomach burbled and he whimpered.

Spree readjusted him and knelt down. Softly, she rubbed his sore, fussy tummy, until the last of his bout trickled to a stop.

She stood back up, offering him something. Fleck looked up to find Spree was handing him a pack of wet wipes. Embarrassed, he took them from her, thankful she left the stall while he cleaned himself.

A bit gingerly, Fleck put his pants back on. He joined the others in front of the sink and washed his hands.

Spree walked them down to the med-bay, keeping watch while the nurse asked about their symptoms and pain. Hade's stomach was achy and Fleck's still a bit bubbly, but it seemed the worst of it was over.

Their unit commander rejoined them when the nurse let them lay down. Spree cleared her throat.

"You've got the next two days off, but I expect to see you both bright and early Friday morning. Is that clear?"

"Aye..." Fleck and Hade saluted her weakly.

"Good. As you were, lieutenants."

Spree left the med-bay and Hade turned to Fleck.

"Never met such hard-ass Commander in my life."

"Don't think you will again, in this life or the next."

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Yeah, okay, so I got supper excited to write my first post and might've put all my favorite tropes together. Anyway, my first post!

[beanghostprincess]

What is shank's reaction to cross guild getting together or any of the ex-Roger pirates like reyleigh or crous

Do you want the reaction I think he has in canon or the fanon, gayer one? Because I can do both. And both are pretty gay, ngl. Shanks is not even trying to hide in the glass closet he's just, out of there. Gay little man. Anyway-

Realistically, I think Shanks is happy Buggy is making a name for himself. The fact that he's joining forces with these other two is, uh, weird to say the least. He's honestly more surprised about Mihawk accepting to do this rather than Buggy having this organization, honestly. But I'm 100% sure he saw the poster and went all nostalgic. You know that bittersweet smile of "I'm happy for you but I wish we were together for this/We could've done this on our own"? Well, something like that. But I think that, even if he hasn't moved on from Buggy (never will. Gay little pirate) the whole point about Shanks with him is that he does see Buggy's potential and I don't think he's surprised about this. At least not in the way Luffy is, for example. It's a weird choice of business partners and Shanks doubts that he's the leader but damn his best friend (ex best friend. He has to remind the lil two letters that go before the term) is becoming even more important. I think that's also what makes him want to go look for the One Piece, besides Luffy, too. Like, things are definitely happening and changing and he needs to go after his dream too. Basically, I think he's proud of Buggy but he regrets not being able to be with him right now, and even could resent Crocodile and Mihawk a little bit. We'll see how that goes!

In a more fanon, self-indulgent concept, I think he wants to die. I think he's worried because what the actual fuck is Buggy doing with these two? And I think that, even if he's proud of him, he looks at Crocodile and Mihawk with so much jealousy,,, He'd be complimenting Buggy on his achievements and then turn around at the two of them like "grrrrrrrrrrrr *protective dog noises*". Thing that Buggy absolutely fucking hates because he can take care of himself, thank you very much, and does not need a reminder of how he has to be protected by Shanks. Not that Shanks is going all jealous ex on them, but he kind of is and Cross Guild is so fucking done because he has no right to act like this anymore. Beck tries to talk with him but Shanks is all like "hahaha why would we need to talk about this :)??? I am perfectly stable by the way where's the rum?" and his alcoholic self-destructive ass can't take the fact that Buggy is happy (could you consider that being happy? Not really. In a position of power. Kind of) without him. I don't remember the name of the fic but I read something about Shanks going to them and wanting to help Buggy because his Vivre Card was getting burned to ashes and Buggy refusing to be helped because he's tired of always getting saved by Shanks and he can protect himself and Shanks was going all worried boyfriend on him and aaaaaaaaaaaaaa great fanfic.

On the other hand, I think in general the whole thing is a surprise for everyone. I mean. It's not really the fact that Buggy is in a position of power because okay, he's still their little clumsy clown and it's weird seeing him like this, but he's been making a name for himself for a long time, and being even more powerful isn't surprising. What is surprising is that Crocodile and Mihawk are choosing to work for him (because that's what people think, and it's hilarious). I think they either laugh at this or are like "what the fuck??" but proceed to laugh anyway. I mean, the oldest generation is just watching these things happen like a telenovela. Also, I think Rayleigh is dying to see Shanks and Buggy again and talk about these things. Please Oda let them meet with their dad I am begging you-

[brahmsh]

Hey is this Brahms hubby because I wanna steal him

Can I have him pls pls pls pls I'll treat him good I swear

GRRRRRRRRRRRR ARF ARF ARF ARF GROWL I'm the alpha here... 👿🐺

[bylertruther]

ok see now i'm gonna go down the list again n send u a novel bc quite frankly i'm relentless n want to know wht three emojis u wouldn’t give me + clown around Together 😇

🍪 - this is a given and my motivation behind handcuffing us together for all of eternity duhhh<3

💥 - this is visible to anyone with eyes but i do understand tht it may be nice to hear so yes mori ur layout is very pleasing 👍

🚬 - you Are cool, n perhaps intimidatingly so, but not to me bc you’ve been soft w me before n even tho you're taller.. in my heart, you're my height. or shorter :3

🍜 - see i can’t say this bc i feel like ur skills cannot be imitated bc wht infuses such flavor into ur work is the fact tht it comes from You n it has ur heart in it. so. i will leave all of tht to you n all of the fawning n rabid cheerleading to me 😌

🧠 - yes i learn that there are indeed intelligent life forms out there which is always reassuring and desperately needed in these dark times amen 🙏

suddenly blind and unable to read idk wht the next emoji is omg 404 blue screen of death currently buffering only to finally load…..

🍧 - yes. u are. n i remember sometimes going “omgggg am i special… seeing the soft underside… 🥹👉👈” heheheheheh but again this is jus a Given like. nods at u

🧢 - see idk if i have the proper qualifications to determine whether or not ur a Bro and i would hate to be misdiagnosing out here 😞

🫀 - ok so see the thing abt this one is tht i’m actually a goodie two shoes tht can’t fight n has nonexistent arm strength so this whole killing someone n digging a grave thing would have to perhaps fall to u like . it’s almost a cannibal au situation except we’re not eating them yk? 🫶 but i would offer emotional support ofc n a moist towelette to wipe the blood off. sooo ride or die as in that + i'm your chihuahua guard dog tht would bite anyone's ankle <3 (but this is also a given bc again: the handcuffs. would i cuff us if we weren't ride or dies? exactly.)

🗣 - the thing abt this one is i’d be happy tht ur out there thriving living ur life or i’d assume tht u were here but deleted ur posts before i woke up / logged in bc the alternative would also kill me immediately </3

the only time i’d ever send u a tomato is if i were gently placing one in ur hand bc we were in the kitchen cooking something delicious n u asked me to get u one :) peace n luv on planet earth

i made tht small text n it's still long as hell . rip

𝄢 hey 😎

🍪 ─ u're v fascinating n i mean that. even if u do smth incredibly weird that'll annoy me i'd still go hmm i can fix them. or not bc i'll most likely be knee-deep joining u on wtvr u're doing. u make my ti-dom...... ti-domming

💥 ─ the fact that i'm ur moot rn is prove bc ppl w horrid sense of aesthetic just existing piss me off

🫂 ─ yes. in fact, u can bring up the most outta nowhere, embarassing topics n i won't ever think fuck this lil weirdo asking me stupid shit. tho if it's trivial matters like a post reminding me of u i prefer interacting publicly. for no rzn................

🚬 ─ no ♡ u are cool... the way i find will byers cool. unintimidatingly so. n the fact that i'm shorter in ur heart is actually sickening to read ngl. this is us denise, this is how we look side by side ↓ 1.) i can rest my chin on top of ur head 2.) if i'm any shorter then we'd both be chihuahua material which is wrong

🍜 ─ ur ability to befriend anyone quick n be generally likable instead of mr. oversuspicious who yells at anybody stepping on his lawn due to a few bad experiences x

❤️‍🔥 ─ do i need to say anyth. c'mon. c'mon. i log in wondering what's denise gonna say today abt raggedy ass ppl n what cute stuff is denise gonna come up w everytime. helplessly dying on the floor over ur lactose intolerance for the 5th time is Content. atp i'm an enjoyer of a whole denise* not just denise the st blog

🧠 ─ maybe. not necessarily learning new things but being reassured that smone hasn't forgotten the thing

─ ok? i was making a creamy red sauce rigatoni w flan as dessert n u gotta pay the kiss the cook toll to even get the flan i put on the upper shelf but ig smone is full. more for me 🙄

🍧 ─ another given. n here's the thing: i don't like it when ppl get 💗💞💓💕💖-coddly w me. s not inherently bad, just that a lot of em expect u to match energies/respond similarly which is. i don't do that. n i don't like how fragile sm mutualships can be over it. but i don't mind u barfing ur love all over my activity partly bc ik uk how i am n none of my painstaking push n pull will deter u + it's U. that's it

🧢 ─ pft no. never even crossed my mind. u hv ZERO bro energy

🫀─ i knew u have the arm strength of soggy fries so i alrd assigned myself fully to doing the brute work yes. on a srs note, u're Friend friend. now me making a distinction between a friend n a Friend friend seems terrible but the latter isn't just existing in the same space peacefully, no, i wanna get to a point where u n i fight over small things n make up 5 mins later. i want us to bonk e/o on the heads. i want sm henpecking going on when necessary. ik u can be relied on for that level of #trust

❤️‍🩹 ─ *n this is why i wanna meet u irl. i want this so bad it's actually embarassing

🗣 ─ yes but if u're enjoying life away from this lawless wasteland n its chronically online weirdos i can do nothing but let u be. get that fresh O². touch that grass

🍅 ─ why the hell would i give u this. why. not in a million yrs. unless... ☹ peace n luv on planet earth indeed. later i'm peeling chilled fruits n sharing it w u on the front porch as we watch the sunset go down alongside édith piaf's hymne à l'amour

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Wip

Oh this is going to be banger trust the process guys trust the process

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