#idk maybe i'll come back and write more later we'll see

[squinch-depraved]

ripping at the bars of my enclosure... i need more college au 😭 i am begginggg plss! ily 🩷🫶

here's this idk i had a lot of fun with it i can write a continuation of this specific part if y'all want,,,

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

not proofread/betaread

CW: a lil dubcon-y, facefucking

it's a few days later; your roommate is out of the apartment for the weekend

you're hanging out with all three of the boys in your bedroom, lounging on your throne of stuffed animals and laughing as they all banter

a movie that nobody is paying attention to is wrapping up on your tv, and the sequel is already queued up to play as soon as it ends

"you guys are incredibly annoying," you sigh jokingly, pulling out your phone to distract yourself

"you love us," ted quips back from his spot on the floor, books spread out in front of him

"i didn't think hanging out with all three of you would be this boring."

the boys glance at each other as they process your words, schlatt flipping his textbook closed and scooting to lay next to you

ted does the same, lying on your other side and tossing one arm around you to hold you close

schlatt sets his jaw and rolls his eyes, copying you and whipping out his phone

poor charlie is left sitting at your desk, awkwardly contemplating where he can sit in order to join the fun

noticing his internal struggle, you pat your legs, stretched out in front of you, and invite him to position himself between your thighs so he can still see the film

"why does he get to sit there?" ted complains, sitting up slightly

"because he's the favorite," schlatt spits out bitterly

"oh my god, would you guys chill out? i'll send you all home if you can't be nice. we talked about this."

face warm and unable to make eye contact, charlie comes to lay between your legs, facing away from you

he smiles to himself when you start playing with his hair, enjoying you combing through his locks and wishing he was alone with you

ted is the one that starts it all, snaking his hand under your hoodie on the side opposite him

the movement draws schlatt's attention, and he scowls once he realizes what his friend is doing

he's quick to drop his phone and mimic ted, their arms pressed up against each other as they lay wrapped around your torso

you're all so close that everyone is touching each other in at least some way, and the atmosphere is charged with tension and desire

"you're so warm," ted mumbles, burying his face into your neck

"sorry. it's kinda hot in here with three guys on me," you admit

"no, it's nice." his voice is muffled, but happy

"you should take off your hoodie if you're getting too hot," schlatt mutters absentmindedly

grinning, you wiggle out of their grip and peel off the sweatshirt, leaving you in just your underwear

"oh, fuck. i'm sorry, i didn't know you weren't wearing anything under it," schlatt apologizes, not meaning any of it

he's happy as long as he gets to see tits

charlie turns around to look at you from between your legs and lets out a strangled moan, face going red again as he whips his head back around so he can't see you

"dude, are you okay?" ted asks, chuckling

"he always gets nervous around me, man, he's fine," you tease in return, ruffling his hair

"how can he fuck you right if he gets nervous?"

schlatt raises one eyebrow as he asks the question, smirking cruelly

"true. maybe we should teach him what to do?" ted posits, sitting up and taking one of your breasts in his hand

"i can't believe i thought it would be a while before you guys were good to hang out like this with each other. i feel like you secretly wanted this, or some shit. you're all so eager."

"shut up," schlatt speaks gruffly, fondling the half of your chest ted isn't touching

"charlie, d'you wanna fuck?" you ask him playfully

he stammers a bunch before ted cuts him off

"of course he does. sit up so you can watch us, we'll show you how to make them feel good."

following his friend's orders, charlie scoots to the edge of the bed and sits with his knees held close to his chest, anxiously watching as the other two exchange knowing glances

schlatt presses the first kiss to your neck, ted following soon after

"see how they're squirming under us like this?" the tallest of them asks

"that's what you want. schlatt, rock paper scissors for who gets to eat them out?"

"hey-" you start

"sure. whoever loses takes their chest?"

ted nods and the two duke it out, schlatt laughing maniacally when he wins

"okay, look, charlie," he speaks, tearing off your panties and spreading you open with two fingers

you gasp at the cool air hitting your cunt and shiver, instinctively going to cross your legs and cover up

but schlatt just looks at you, amazed by your stupidity, and forces your legs apart again

"you think you can pull that shit when there's three of us and one of you?" he scoffs

you think for only a moment how much the dynamics have shifted between you since this all started, not letting yourself delve into the fact that you would never have been this pliant for anyone before you met this goofy little trio

"sorry," you mumble once you shake off the thought

"go ahead."

schlatt nods, as if to say, damn right, and spreads your folds apart again

"c'mere, man, sit closer so you can see what he does with his tongue," ted says to charlie as he scoots over

charlie nods and inches closer, leaning down so he can watch schlatt tease your clit with his tongue

meanwhile, ted sucks and bites at your chest, leaving marks littered all over

you're moaning, and so turned on you're shaking

charlie notices first

"hey, y'okay?" he asks, turning to look at you as he softly caresses your thigh

he sounds so loving, it makes you wish he was doing more

"y-yeah, charlie, i'm good. c'mere, come kiss me."

schlatt scoffs against your core as his friend shuffles over and leans down to kiss you softly

it starts out loving, but you end up gripping onto him, tangling your fingers in his hair and moaning into his mouth as both other men pick up their motions

ted is leaving even darker marks and schlatt is furiously eating you out

but you're moaning a lot, and ted notices, pulling away from your torso to flick schlatt in the head

who in turn groans against you and pulls away, your juices still on his chin until he wipes his face on his hoodie sleeve

charlie retracts from the kiss to see what's happening, and you try not to laugh at the absurdity of your current situation

"dude, we were supposed to teach him, you're gonna make her cum before he gets to learn!!"

dazed, you pat charlie's arm and gesture between your legs

"go, you try," you mumble, effectively forcing schlatt out

which makes him pissed

so pissed he comes to bite at your neck, marking anywhere ted hadn't

it's very easy to tell who left which mark

ted's bruises look almost like watercolor, like a romanticized version of schlatt's, whose are dark, harsh, and splotchy

while schlatt nips at your flesh, ted takes the opportunity to come up and kiss you, passionately sliding his tongue in your mouth

he groans when you grip him tightly as charlie presses a gentle kiss to your clit

compared to schlatt's treatment of it earlier, this gesture feels so intimate and warm

charlie starts exploring with his tongue, moaning softly every now and then, which makes you whimper into ted's mouth

you feel the oldest grin against you when you make the noise, and he presses one final soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and rising to his knees

your eyes widen when you see him start reaching to undo his pants

"hey!"

schlatt glares at him, rising to his height

"the fuck d'you think you're doing?"

charlie looks up at you, lost in desire but unsure if he should stop, and you gesture for him to keep going

"i'm getting my dick out. why, where do you keep yours?" ted quips

schlatt fumes silently for a moment, remembering that you weren't only his, and lets out a sharp exhale through his nose

"fine, we can take turns."

"dude..."

ted looks down at you to see if you're okay, and when you just shrug, he sighs and grins before resuming undoing his pants

schlatt races to get his off faster, but ted beats him just barely

they sidle up on either side of you, and you sit up slightly, giving charlie time to adjust and go back to burying his face between your legs

shooting both of them a nervous glance as they tower over you, you shakily take them each in either hand, awkwardly trying to figure out the easiest way to get them both off at the same time

they're both groaning and petting you reassuringly, letting you take your time getting the hang of things

after a bit, you establish a good rhythm, and ted's the first to pull away to use your mouth

"why do you get to go first?" schlatt asks bitterly

"because you won rock, paper, scissors. shut up."

he smiles down at you as he teases his tip against your lips

you giggle and kiss it, savoring the noises he lets out as you kitten lick the tip, still pumping schlatt in your other hand

when you take the full tip in your mouth, he groans and pets your hair, gripping onto it slightly

bobbing your head up and down on his length finally, you run your tongue over every inch of it, desperate to milk all the whorish moans you could out of him

"fuck, so good for me," he pants, holding your head even tighter and beginning to fuck your throat

schlatt opens his mouth to complain, but ted just grabs him and kisses him to shut him up, leaving the room in a stunned silence

except for charlie

poor baby is humping the mattress, face covered in your slick, whimpering softly

everyone turns to look at him for a moment before ted and schlatt turn back to each other

something unspoken has now been broken, and the dynamic is irreparably different after ted's little stunt

but... it's not bad

they seem a bit lighter?

at least, that's what you're thinking right before ted begins fucking your throat harder and harder and then grabs and pulls at your hair as he releases

he pants, chest heaving, before pulling out of your mouth and collapsing next to you on the bed

schlatt is quick to replace him, not giving you more than ten seconds to catch your breath before he shoves his cock into your mouth

you're a mess at this point, moaning constantly between the stimulation from charlie and being used like this

luckily, he's already close to cumming thanks to how you pumped him in your hand while sucking off ted

and the kiss is still fresh in his mind, a new sense of pleasure he didn't know was available to him rumbling deep in his gut as he forcefully facefucks you

tears streaming down your eyes, you're unable to let charlie know you're cumming, so he just keeps eating you, overstimulating you to hell until schlatt finally spills down your throat and you can choke out a weak, "stop!!"

the three look at each other as they catch their breath, contemplating what to do now

charlie's chest is heaving as he tries to steady himself, schlatt's dizzy and has to get water, and ted goes back to staring at the ceiling

"anyone wanna go again...?"

you ask with a tired grin, somehow still desperate for more

they all exchange a look before groaning and laughing, ted and charlie dueling it out in rock, paper, scissors as schlatt comes around to your other side and lays his head on your shoulder

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Oh look another chapter

We'll I'll be damned.

Mihawk has yet to grace us with his presence here, but I always love writing Garp's unhinged unpredictable ass, and I'm quite enjoying portraying Bogard for the first time as well. There's just something about a tall mysterious dude with a signature hat that I'll always enjoy.

A few notes this time:

I've determined that Mihawk would be around 28/29 years old in this timeline.

I'll be operating under the assumption that zoan-type devil fruit users aren't able to communicate with actual animals.

Can't find any actual source regarding Bogard's Marine rank. There is speculation that, by his coat, he is likely a vice admiral himself in the canon timeline. I'm operating under the assumption here then that, as Garp's right hand, he was likely promoted after Garp, so at this point in time I'm going with Rear Admiral, one rank below Garp. If anyone knows otherwise for a fact, please tell me so I can correct it, because I'm a chronic canon-junkie.

Reader is 21 years old; having consumed a devil fruit at six years old, and fifteen years having since passed.

It's not specified exactly when Mihawk took up residence on Kuraigana Island, from what I can tell. I could be wrong, and there could be some slight deviation from canon in that respect, but I'll let that slide this time for the sake of narrative. At this point he's not necessarily living there, but he has already used it as a hideout and is considering the idea. So while it's not exclusively his territory yet, he's essentially the only person who's bothered with the place.

This is looking like it's going to be more than three chapters for sure. Maybe five or six? I can at least promise that Mihawk will be in the next chapter.

Inserting obligatory Mihawk gif for tax reasons

dreamy sigh

what was I doing...?

o right uhhhhm

Flight Risk

Young!Mihawk x Marine!AFAB!Reader

Ch. 2 of like five or something idk

Previous Chapter Link , Next Chapter Link

SFW for now, but not in later chapters

Possible trigger warning for bullying. Possible future trigger warnings for imprisonment, mild torture (definitely psychological, maybe physical)

Tags: Enemies to lovers, eventually NSFW, idk maybe more later

Word Count: 3,794

♫♬Shotgun Shoes — The Fratellis♬♫Well I don't need your or your psychosisI can get to crazy by myself

You weren’t given any further details just yet. At your firm acceptance of what was perhaps the most insane idea you had ever heard, Garp immediately placed a call back to headquarters to inform Fleet Admiral Sengoku, quite smugly, that he would be going forward with Project Macaw. Still feeling borderline delirious, you barely heard yourself saying something about how gray parrots weren’t technically classified as macaws before Bogard, pinching at the bridge of his nose, jerked his head toward the door, indicating for you to follow him out of the office. It was difficult to truly wrap your head around the gravity of the situation yet. None of it quite seemed real.

Bogard pulled the door shut after them in the hallway outside, muffling Garp’s jovial gloating. For a long moment Bogard frowned down at you, arms crossed, clearly far less pleased. Several seconds passed before expelled an irritated sigh.

“You’ll need to pack your belongings immediately, cadet. Come on,” he said, turning on his heel and heading down the hall, not bothering to glance back and see if you were following. You had to force yourself to move, your feet feeling as if they had been replaced with lead weights. “Should any of your comrades ask, you are to tell them no more than that you’re being transferred to another base for reasons you are unable to disclose.”

“Can…I tell anyone where?” you asked. He did glance at you at this, his gaze sharp. “Not—just—my mom. She writes to me every week.”

“You are being transferred to a base in the Grand Line, where you will be receiving special training to hone your devil fruit powers,” he said curtly. You nodded quickly, not keen on pressing the subject too hard when the officer was already clearly annoyed. “She will be able to write you once we’ve arrived there. Should you release any information to anyone regarding the nature of your mission, you will be discharged from service at best.”

“A…and…at worst…?”

“You could be charged with treason and executed.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but all that left your throat at first was a strangled sort of squeak. The matter-of-fact way he had just told you that letting any details at all slip could lead to your untimely death didn’t help the surreal feeling that this was all a ridiculous dream. After pulling in a deep breath, you managed to force out weakly, “Understood, sir.”

Silence fell as you followed Bogard in the direction of barracks. Most of the other cadets would still be in the mess hall for dinner at this hour, and that left you with at least the comfort that you wouldn’t have to contend with too many questions—or too much taunting. The closer you drew to your destination, the more that surreal feeling seemed to float away to be replaced by the horrific weight of reality. You had been enlisted for only a few short months, made into a laughingstock when your fellow cadets discovered your devil fruit powers, and now you were being carted off to use those exact powers to assist in bringing down one of the deadliest men in the world.

A small part of you felt a degree of pride at the prospect that, for once, someone thought you might be remotely useful, but that part was a tiny whisper among the screaming terror occupying your head. Even once you reached the blessedly empty barracks and set to quickly and haphazardly packing your few personal belongings, as Bogard loomed silently beside the door waiting with his arms crossed, you couldn’t shake Garp’s reasoning for all of this coming down to that one ridiculous claim.

Let’s face it—pirates like parrots.

You swallowed as you stuffed your spare uniforms into a trunk, glancing toward Bogard, drawing up enough resolve to speak to the tall, imposing officer.

“I…is the vice admiral always so…”

“Barking mad?” he offered dully, and your mouth snapped shut. You weren’t sure whether to agree with such a harsh statement about such a high ranking Marine. Bogard saved you the trouble. “Yes. He is.”

“Ah. Right. Great.” You swallowed, turning your attention back to packing your belongings. You had nearly finished now and there would be plenty of time for questions later once you had gathered your thoughts. Right now, it was better that you try to finish before—

The door to the barracks opened and you froze for a moment in folding your dress uniform, your eyes darting to the door as a few other cadets filed in. They spotted you immediately, taking no notice of Bogard’s statuesque form standing to the side, already snickering as they approached the side of your bunk.

“What’s this? They finally decide to send you packing, bird brain?”

“Figures. We missed you at dinner. Brought ya some snacks.”

You only rolled your eyes as one of them pulled a small pack of crackers from their pocket, opened it, and crumbled them over top of the contents of your trunk.

“Aw, cat got your tongue, Polly?” You still held your tongue as he pulled your trunk across your bunk, rifling through it.”Where the hell are you going, anyway?”

“Your fellow cadet is being transferred to the Grand Line at the request of Vice Admiral Garp.”

The three of them froze when Bogard spoke up behind them, before slowly turning their heads to look over their shoulders. You had to bite your tongue to keep from laughing as they all immediately turned around and stood at attention. Bogard didn’t budge an inch, arms still crossed, still leaning against the stone wall beside the door, his sharp eyes flashing between each of them from beneath the brim of his hat.

“I’m afraid none of you are of high enough rank to be provided further details,” he said in a clipped tone. “Nor likely will you ever be, should you continue to treat your own brethren with such blatant disrespect.”

They remained speechless as you closed your trunk, looking rather as if their souls had evacuated the premises of their bodies. Bogard stepped away from the wall, straightening out his posture as you dragged your trunk off of the bunk mattress.

“Come along, cadet.” He was already turning toward the door. “Garp doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

You hurried after him without a glance back at them, dragging your trunk along behind you. You only looked back over your shoulder once you were several feet down the hall—and, at the sight of the idiots standing in the door, whispering amongst themselves and watching your departure, you quickly turned your gaze forward again. Even with your things now packed, none of it seemed real. As much as you would have loved to derive some pleasure from their stunned expressions, you found it impossible with the way your head was spinning.

You remained silent the entire way back to the door of the office. Bogard instructed you to wait there before stepping inside and shutting the door behind him, and you could do nothing more than stand there with a dumbfounded look on your face as you stood there in the empty hallway, still wondering what the hell sort of mess you had gotten yourself into.

How it all stemmed back to that day fifteen years ago, when you and a couple of your friends had ventured out to look for a crow with an injured wing that had escaped from your mother’s aviary. When you found it at the edge of the woods, pecking at a strange fruit with a swirling pattern across its skin sitting at the base of a mango tree, and the three of you speculated how it might be a devil fruit and spent the afternoon daring each other to eat it after returning the bird home.

How you had been the one to finally pick the thing up and take a bite out of it to end the argument.

How nothing had happened for almost a week, until you were startled by a particularly surly cockatoo attacking your hair while you were helping feed the birds and, to your mother’s horror, promptly transformed into a gray parrot.

It had taken some time for you to learn to control your ability to transform, largely for the simple sake of not turning into a bird every time you were startled. You had found little use for the ability otherwise, apart from pulling the occasional prank on your mom or your friends. The ability to fly was definitely a perk, but apart from that it really had seemed to be an absurd ability to gain in exchange for the curse of forever being unable to come into contact with the sea.

You jolted a in surprise, startled from your thoughts when the office door opened and Bogard emerged. You had taken a seat on your trunk while you waited, looking up at him as he shut the door quietly behind him.

“Garp will be with us shortly,” he said shortly. You nodded, watching him lean against the wall next to the door, lowering the brim of his hat over his eyes and crossing his arms once more.

You lowered your own gaze to your knees, your stomach churning as your thoughts returned to the here and now. Swallowing, wringing your hands in your lap, still trying and still failing to wrap your head around the reality of all of this.

“Your abilities were leaked by Petty Officer on base.” Your breath caught when Bogard spoke up amid the silence. You glanced up, but his eyes were still concealed in the shadow of the brim of his hat. “He’s been bumped back down to the rank of Seaman as punishment for divulging confidential information.”

“O…oh.” You weren’t sure of exactly how else to respond. You had assumed that something of the sort had happened a few weeks ago, when everyone was suddenly privy to your powers. “That’s…a pity.”

“You’re not interested in who it was?” His tone remained short, level, and you lifted your eyebrows. Of course you were curious. You had wondered since it happened. But at the same time…

You shook your head, lowering your gaze again and huffing out a small sigh. “It’s not important,” you said. “I figured it would happen eventually anyway. Doesn’t really matter who spilled the beans.”

 “And you have no interest in revenge?” Your eyes shot back up to the imposing officer at his blunt question, widening.

“N…no,” you said, shaking your head quickly. “That...wouldn’t accomplish any…”

Your mouth turned down in a frown as you carefully considered your words. The past few weeks had been hell, sure. You had considered giving up more than once, going home, forgetting that you ever even bothered trying—but you had forced yourself to stick it out. You hadn’t enlisted to make friends, you had enlisted because you wanted to make the world better, safer for everyone. The same reason your father had enlisted.

“I don’t care about a few morons throwing crackers at me and calling me stupid names,” you said finally, shrugging a shoulder. “If I wanted things to be easy I wouldn’t be here. I would have stayed home and helped my mom.”

“I take it you’re close with her.” You swallowed, giving a short nod. “According to your file you have no other family. You’re aware that should you die in the line of duty, she will be—”

“I know,” you interjected before he could finish, flinching as your reminded yourself that you were speaking to a superior officer. “I—sorry, sir, I—” He waved a hand dismissively, and you heaved a sigh. “I…knew that when I enlisted. So does she. It doesn’t change anything. If I…if I die in the line of duty, at least I lived for long enough to try to make the world better.” You slowly lowered your gaze, closing your eyes. “My dad always said there was a difference between living and surviving,” you continued on quietly. “I…guess I’m starting to understand what he meant.”

“Hmm.”

His short hum betrayed no more emotion than his brief and curt manner of speaking, and it remained the only communication between you for some time. Long enough for you to realize that no matter how much you had hated enduring the endless ridicule of your fellow cadets, no matter how terrified you were of this mission, that there was no room for doubt. That you could have declined without any consequence, and you hadn’t. That given the opportunity to change your mind, you wouldn’t.

You would do everything in your power to help take down Dracule Mihawk before he could further his career of bloodshed and terror, even if it was the last thing you ever did.

“Then perhaps the old moron was right.”

You glanced up at Bogard at the quiet statement, but before you could so much as wonder what he meant, the office door flung open and Garp, the old moron himself, stepped out into the hallway. He stopped in front of you, looking down, grinning as broadly as he had when you first accepted this mission.

“On your feet, cadet.” You quickly pulled yourself to your feet, straightening your posture into a salute. He gave an amused snort at the display, clapping you on the shoulder. “We’re bound for the Grand Line.”

You had to nearly jog, dragging your trunk along behind you, to keep up with the vice and rear admirals as you wound through the corridors of the small base you had come to briefly call home over the past few months. They spoke amongst themselves in hushed tones as they walked ahead of you, occasionally glancing back to ensure you were keeping up. You mostly kept your head down, your heart racing in your chest the whole way out to the docks, onto the deck of Garp’s distinctive battleship, with its canine figurehead that so many pirates had come to fear.

You were told that the journey to the base in the Grand Line would span the better part of a month, shown around the ship, given a rundown of your duties and your new training schedule. It felt no less surreal as the ship left the dock, as you sat at the edge of your bunk in the ship barracks and stared at the opposite wall, barely registering the slow swaying of the vessel beneath your feet as it sailed west.

After a long moment, you pulled your trunk open, digging past the cracker crumbs and uniforms, finding a pad of paper and a pen, steadying your hand and your mind the best you could to write something coherent.

Hey, Mom!

How are things going? I’m being transferred to a new base for special training around my feathery little problem. I can’t really say much about it, but I’ll be sure to give you an address once I have it. It’s on the Grand Line. I’m a little nervous, but I feel like things are going to be a lot better now. Like I know what I’m really here for.

And I won’t have to deal with the idiots anymore, so it’s kind of a win either way.

It’ll take about a month to make it there. I’ll write you any time I can. Tell everyone I miss them.

Love you, and miss you most.

You signed your name at the bottom, tearing the paper off and folding it, staring down at the brief letter for a long moment before standing to make your way out of the barracks and send it off.

You hadn’t expected your duties to cease or lessen simply because you were traveling, and you were right in that assumption. Between regular daily drill and duties aboard the ship, you spent the vast majority of what would have been your free time training in both combat and studying espionage. You were expected to be awake hours earlier than the rest of the crew, to fall into your bunk hours past when everyone else had gone to bed for the evening. Most mornings you felt dead on your feet, but you persevered, reminded yourself that this was the easy part.

The hard part would be the mission itself.

Beyond exhausted at a few weeks into the journey, averaging less than six hours of sleep a night. The last thing you wanted to deal with was being unceremoniously awoken before morning.

And yet, at the sound of your name being spoken sharply, your eyes snapped open.

You squinted against the dim orange light bathing your corner of the barracks, barely registering for a moment that it wasn’t the light of the morning sun creeping in through the rounded windows. The sky outside was still inky black and speckled with stars, and you frowned as your eyes found the source of the light—a lantern. A lit lantern, which Bogard was holding up, looking no less disgruntled about being there than you were at being awake. You grunted as you rubbed your eyes, sitting up.

“What time’s it…?” you grumbled.

“Late,” he said. “Vice Admiral Garp has requested your presence on the quarterdeck. No need,” he added over you groan of protest, when you reached down toward your trunk to grab a uniform to throw on over your tank-top and shorts. “This isn’t for training.”

“What’s he want, then?” you said, grabbing a pair of sweats instead. “Does he even sleep?”

“I’ve worked alongside Garp for the better part of two decades,” said Bogard, leading the way out of the barracks. “I still have no idea what goes on in that thick skull of his most of the time.”

You couldn’t help but wonder whether anyone did.

The main deck was empty save for the handful of Marines working the graveyard shift, all but silent with the exception of the rolling waves below as the battleship cut through the relatively calm waters. You wrapped your arms around your torso when the chilly night air hit you, rubbing at your arms as Bogard gestured for you to go ahead and left you to whatever business Garp had cooked up for you. You yawned as you climbed the stairs to the quarterdeck, where you found the man standing at the port side railing, staring out toward an island in the distance.

“Kuraigana Island,” he said as you stopped next to him. “Ever heard of it, cadet?”

“Ah…no, sir,” you responded blankly, looking out at it yourself. It was difficult to gauge the distance in the dark, but it had to be at least half a mile away, if not more. The landscape appeared to be covered largely in dense forest, but standing above the dark treetops was an old castle, silhouetted in the silvery moonlight.

“I guess not many have,” he said. “It was home to a small kingdom until recently. They had little contact with the outside world so it’s hard to say what happened. Most likely a civil war wiped out all the previous residents. Only supposed inhabitants now are a race of violent primates that attack anyone who ventures into the forests.”

“O…kay,” you said, slowly, wondering where this was going.

A small part of you wondering if you were about to be dropped off on the island to see if you could fight your way through. Your ability in combat had improved over the past few weeks of grueling training, but the mental image of being surrounded by an army of angry gorillas still flashed through your mind and caused you to give a wary glance toward Garp.

His gaze remained fixed on the island.

“We’ve received a few of reports about a small vessel anchored near the shore on a handful of occasions,” he said. “One matching the description of Hitsugibune.”

You froze, your eyes widening as your gaze slowly turned back toward the island. A few weeks ago, the name would have meant nothing to you. Now that you had learned more about the target of your mission, you knew exactly what Garp was referring to—the small, coffin-shaped, one man vessel of Dracule Mihawk. You swallowed, nodding briefly when you found yourself unable to speak.

“We’re not sure what the situation is,” said Garp, “but there’s a fair chance he’s using the ruins as a hideout. I suppose if anyone could get past the apes…” He leaned forward against the railing, scratching at his beard. “Well then. Think you’re up for a test?”

Oh gods, here it comes…

“Do I have a choice?” you said, and expelled a resigned sigh at Garp’s bark of laughter. “What do I need to do, sir?”

“That’s the spirit,” he said, straightening out, crossing his arms and looking down at you with a grin. “How far d’ya think you can fly with your devil fruit powers?”

You were suddenly a great deal more awake now.

“Further than I can walk,” you said slowly, lifting an eyebrow—you weren’t sure of exactly how far, but flying expelled a great deal less energy than walking.

“In that case,” he said, gesturing toward the island, “go get us a bird’s-eye view. See if there are any signs of life. I’d focus around the castle. Avoid flying too low over the forest for obvious reasons.”

“For obvious reasons,” you repeated in agreement, grimacing—the last thing you wanted was to be snatched out of the air by a pissed off gorilla. “Right…” You rubbed the back of your neck, looking out toward the island. “Should I go right now, sir?”

“No time like the present,” he said, grinning.

There was nothing else for it, then. Garp took a step back as you transformed, shrinking down into a gray parrot on the quarterdeck of the ship. “You’re to be gone no longer than half an hour, or I’ll have no choice but to send in reinforcements,” he said, looking down at you, watching you flap your wings a few times and fly up to the railing, perching there as he relayed the orders. “Should you see Dracule Mihawk, you’ll keep your distance. Fly over and return immediately. Reconnaissance only, no contact. Understood?”

You nodded, and lifted one of your wings, moving it to your head to mime a salute. He gave a snort of laughter at the sight.

“Good bird,” he said dryly, and made a shooing motion. “Now go ahead. Get moving, cadet.”

Before a single thought of trying to find some way out of this nonsense could form in your mind, you lifted off from the port side railing, and circled around in the air until you were heading out toward Kuraigana Island.

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[so2uv]

@ so2uv's sappy time.

end of the year. ive survived and that's scary but you know what? it'll be fine. we'll all be fine and im promising that; whether it be this year, the next, or far in the future, we'll be ok :)) it's stupid how this platform, one that my friends teased me for using, left such an impact on me as a person.

AKA. MY END OF YEAR MUTUAL APPRECIATION POST. (warning: these got long and sort emotional for me to write. well, as emotional as i can get fjkdhgkjfd. sorry if my coherence gets lost later on. forgive me if you weren't mentioned specifically for something; i have more mutuals that expected. it's genuinely surprising.)

if you weren't mentioned specifically, there's still a note for you at the bottom. sorry for making you scroll for long to find it :'DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @tiredsleep . . . the mutual who has stuck through it all. oh tired. tired, tired, tired. i think im a little stupid for how happy i get when you like a post or send an ask or keyboard smash in my reblogs. a lot of what i said in my long ask to you a while back is what im trying to convey now. the way we met wasn't through much special; i followed you and eventually you followed back. it was slow going in the ways we interacted but the nicest things take time and im so glad we're the way we are now. we're strangers, two little guys on the internet, and i think it's beautiful how we have this. you're an amazing writer, an all around amazing creator of the worlds you build and the characters you create. i don't think you realized how envious i used to be of you; you made it seem like it was easy enough for you to connect with others, your writing was something id never achieve with mine, it was flat out jealousy. it was my fault we were distant to begin with. i soon figured out that praise was correct: you are among the most wonderful people ive had the pleasure of knowing and talking to you, even if it's just through a screen. there's so much more for me to say that i constantly struggle to put into the correct words to get the point across. just know that you have great things out there for you. have a great new year, tired. we'll make it. im so proud of you.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @aelatus . . . the last standing mutual of all my og (close) mutuals. hello atlas! im not sure if you'll ever see this on tumblr since i know you don't log on much but you've been my mutual through three blog changes now; was there for my xstar-kidx era and kozmiixs stage. we've been through shit together, had banter about grammarly together, lost certain mutuals together, have changed blogs, changed themes, switched fandoms, fell out of love with fandoms. it's been a wild couple of years, huh? im so thankful we've met and got close in the ways that we did and that we're able to call each others close. your birthday is soon so in the case that i forget to say this on discord: happy birthday, the xiao to my albedo. live a life of freedom and joy, my love /p.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @izukxnnie . . . hara :((( i don't think you'll ever come to read this message but that's alright; maybe it's for the better kdfgh. i know i sent you that long winded ask on your blog already but i miss talking and interacting with you, even with all my awkwardness. im still so regretful of that one time i sent a request to join your world but then you were busy and i didn't read your messages until later that day as in hours later bc i was at school and idk if i ever responded to them in the end. maybe i'll send you a message on discord later. maybe i won't bc i'll be too sentimental. i really hope you're doing more than well, that you're happy doing what you do.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ay-asterisms . . . the mutual who introduced me to so many others. i really have you to thank for what i have now, ay. truly. you brought me deeper into the hq fandom and introduced me to jennie, atlas, and others. we don't talk much but i'll say what ive mentioned before, you remind me so much of the sun. but not as the bringer of life and the ball we see every morning; a sun in the sense that you're a star closer to earth but still a star, still out there where there are multiple. the difference is that you just happen to bring a warmth that others can't provide for ones nearby.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @cryo-locket / @lo-cinno . . . you. im not even sure how we became mutuals, and my memory is pretty good. we just spawned in each other's zones one day and went yeah, alright. honestly, ive never said this to anyone, but you were one of the reasons i decided to focus more heavily on chinese. our interactions reminded me of why i wanted to relearn the language for myself: for the social connections. i genuinely love talking to you and always find myself laughing at our conversations. mainly because our timezone dif is so odd so it's always late in the evening when im on. your ebg was so fun and with all the pain it brought / hj, im so happy to have been part of it. thank you for putting up with my 2 am rambles and crack, hope you found laugh or two with them.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @pr3tty-jennie . . . you intimidated me when we first met. i still remember it actually: you had that kamninari theme and the most recent post on your blog was about how you couldn't remember the word for chandelier in english but knew it in french. you've been through so much, endured so much, and i respect you so much. always have, always will. your life story and the past don't define who you show as a person and im so amazed by that part of you. have a good day, good week, good rest of your life pretty girl :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @june-again . . . it's crazy, you know? crazy how far we've both drifted off from the original fandom that brought us together? but that's character development. speaking of that, ive gotten the absolute pleasure of seeing you grow as a person and go through the motions of life. it's always chill talking to you, jokes come easy hah! you're an amazing musician, june. amazing person, amazing at writing, amazing at music; you're outstanding so in the words of Freddy fazbear from security break, way to go superstar! i knew you could do it and i know you still can.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @junjiie . . . the seungmin to my minho, the other half of 2min, the self proclaimed jeno to my renjun (have yet to be a dreamzen my b :(() and the no. 1 solieber. i was serious when i said you're the reason my other blog exists; you've been the biggest hype person when it came down to me going out of my comfort zone and writing. i was so nervous going up to talk to you at first kjfdhgkj but now, you're just another silly guy in my phone screen :DD thank you for sending all your updates about life and putting up with mine even though they never get answered- seungmin to not only my minho, but hyunjin too, let's keep being #Silly, yeah?? it's already the actual new years day when you're receiving this so i hope the year is off to a good start.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @sohyuki . . . MINT im hoarding the ask that you sent me on christmas day. im always so happy when you've shown up on dash and while im sad about how you've let tumblr mainly behind, i know it's for the better since well, interactions have been shit and probably will never get back up to the standard we held them to, even with all the effort put in. you are such an amazing all around person and like i said in my christmas note to you, keep writing. hoard it, feed into it, you have something wonderful going on with it.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @kamiyatos . . . user kamiyatos!!! lee!!! HELLO!!! it's always such a pleasure to talk to you and i hope you know that i keep your ramble about malleus' character and your plot idea for him in the back of my mind constantly, even though that ask has been lost to my actions of deactivation on my old blog. you're the biggest ayato fan i know who supports my works about him vocally AND you understand my vision on his personality... it's truly touching, y'know? thank you for being there, even when we don't talk as much as we should. i hope this year has been kind on you and the next one is even kinder.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @yinyinggie . . . yingyingyingyingerkjshkjfdg ok this may come as a shock, or maybe you already knew and were just playing along, but we used to be mutuals before the summer of last year. secret identity revealed ig?? eh im sure if you dig far enough into my dark past™️ you'll find smth about it so im not going to say anything about it :P but! one thing has stayed the same for sure: you are so easy and so fun to talk to and make conversation with. you know that ramble i left on the astro twerk form about feedback for the server? yeah. im 100% truthful. you've made something so inclusive and positive, have done to much to get tumblr active, please know that your efforts aren't wasted. im sure they feel like it at times but i appreciate it so much. and im sure others have the same sentiment.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @mhiieee . . . MHIEEEEEEEE MY SCARA FAN !!!! i love and adore your works so much and not to mention your characterization of scaramouche is top tier. ive got a lot to learn from you, mhie; i don't think you realize how much there is to admire when it comes to you as a person. you find such meaning and connection in the words and the world, the sincerity that comes with it,,,,, it makes me want to sob and roll around while also simultaneously wanting to take your brain apart neuron by neuron and psychoanalyze you. not in the freudian way though. ive had the greatest honor of being able to interact with you on not just one, but two!!! servers!!! i think it's a little silly how much i smile when you reply to smth dumb ive said on disc. have a great new year :))

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ryuryuryuyurboat . . . RYUUUUUU literally the most stunning person to walk the planet ever like. hello??? our first interactions came from that ebg funny enough. does a little ★🪽 anon ring a bell? i only ever got around to sending you one sabo during that time but i hope you did enjoy what i came up with on the spot, i never was very good when it came down to kaeya's character. you are so intelligent and such an amazing individual, please always remember that.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @snobwaffles / @2nobwaffles . . . SNOB SNOB SNOB i always think of the pokemon when your name comes up. in my head, you will always be snom, the bug-ice type pokemon <33 IT'S SO FUN TALKING TO YOU and we haven't been mutuals for long either. im always thinking of the advice you left me when it came down to my rant about an irls party and there's something about the way you're able to appreciate and take note and find beauty int he smallest of things that get brought up. i wish you the complete best that 2024 has to off you. keep calm and snob on :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @itaerae & @mins-fins . . . im putting the two of you together because well, i met you both at the same time through the server. while i can't consider it and, ive never really had such an inviting time in a server, much less a network, as ive had in zumblr. really, it's you two that i owe thanks to. our silly little convos are so fun and im forever thankful that ive found people to talk to on a server for once.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @https-furina . . . the best server mother fr!!! omg it's so nice talking to you :((( i love the warmth of your words and how your emotions shine through text. it feels like i can practically envision the fond eyeball or the warm smile that you may or may not have on your face when messaging. i’ve had such a great time in the network and your pet names fjfbdjdbjdb have a great 2024 heh :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @lethwal & @astrinityy . . . i don't think you guys realize how fun it was when we were all "debating" and accusing me of being a furry. honestly, i haven't had to stifle laughter like that in the middle of the night as hard as i did for a small while. not too long but long enough. it was a breath of fresh air and it was genuinely amazing to just be able to put the present on the back burner and play around like that. even though it was kind of late for me when that was happening- ignore that. it's always late for me when im online atp. i hope we can get past those baseless accusations you have both placed on me tehe. have a happy new years, you two. ALSO YIXIN!! GA-MING PROTECTION SQUAD RISEEEEE

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @/zumblr . . . there's so many of you and i can't find the proper words to express the welcome i felt when added to the server. it was nerve wracking, ive never really gotten around to talking to that many people or being that open on the internet before. it's funny how one summer can bring you out of your shell a little, eh? and all bc of some guys on screen lmao. thank you for the support and im happy to have met such wonderful people. thank you, again. @urielphix I AM. DETERMINED TO READ ADAD JUST YOU WAIT

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ everyone else, all my mutuals as of now and past, who weren't mentioned or mutuals who want to read something again . . . hello!! im sorry to disappoint by not adding you properly and for not giving a personalized thanks; it wasn't anything against it you at all. reason 1) i probably forgot as um. goldfish brain or 2) we just became mutuals pretty recently and haven't had the chance to really talk much / have been sort of long term but haven't talked much.

either way though, thanks for sticking around! im not the most. literate person. sometimes LMAO and im far from being a proud person of skill when it comes to the right words to say to people but im always happy when people find something worth it in my silly words. i hope we get to interact more in the future, as long as you can put up with my inconsistent (to say the least) replies and brain boggling posts that come from the depths of the midnight zone, that is. get ready for the ride that is this. clusterfuck of a blog place. LMAO,,,, if you haven't already scrolled through my stuff. if you have then um ready for more??? fkdjhgkjlghf

if you've made it to the end, thank you. and why?? im not that interesting or cool as everyone makes me out to be. if you had told 2019 me on tumblr that 4 years later, id be posting my works for everyone to see and also be proud of my own poetry, i would have laughed and called you absolutely insane. some of you have sat through me going through different gender and pronoun crises on dash back in 2020, and some of you ive only met this month.

whatever our situation is, i wish all the best for everyone . i’ll support you guys until the end of the earth and then some. have the happiest of happy new years, may your futures always be brighter than you say they are, and i’ll see you later 💛

sincerely — sol / jun

[descendinginto-madness]

your first and final chance.

word count: 618

content warnings: injury & death, description of a death scene (mild gore)

summary: welt yang is a smart man. sometimes, it does him more harm than good.

both the story and the author's note contain spoilers for 2.1 hsr update!

author's note: ookay. so. oh my god. ummm 😋 welt x gallagher gone terribly wrong! "ship so good they kill each other" to quote my friend. though! here we just have an implied past relationship. but i'll write something nice for them idk man i just!! can see them together!! idk what i'm doing though!! idk man. i'm sorry if they're ooc once i have more time i might take this fic and make it longer and uh. also here. my assumption is that welt guessed something's wrong abt gallagher (we all know there is) and yaaaaaa idk man.idk!! i love rambling fr

“I'll give you one chance to surrender, Mr. Yang.”

Welt looks at Gallagher when he speaks; the man’s smile is all the same, just like before, but there's a hint of something else in his eyes. Something… Dangerous - though not enough to scare Welt; there are few things that would actually manage to do that. 

Of course, it’s already clear to him this won't be a peaceful conversation, as Gallagher has initially promised— he expected it much earlier, the moment the Hound requested they talk. He's confident in his own abilities, though; even going against something the nature of he doesn't necessarily fully understand. 

If the others were here with him - if he'd allow them to accompany him in the first place - he’d likely feel different. He'd be more cautious. But he's alone right now, and that means that he doesn't have to pay that too much mind - for now, at least.

So, to Gallagher’s words, he only raises his eyebrows slightly. 

“Is this the real reason why you wanted to see me?”

Gallagher laughs quietly. 

“Yes and no. You're a bit too observant, Mr. Yang.” He steps closer, but Welt doesn't move; his grip on his cane only tightens a little bit. “I won't lie, I'm impressed, but I can't just allow you to run around with this knowledge, risking that you’ll expose me, can I?” He raises his hand, and his thumb brushes against Welt's cheek gently. A while ago, perhaps he'd like to lean into this touch. Right now, it's not comforting, but rather feels… filthy. He doesn't let anything of that show, though; he's letting Gallagher talk. “The thought of having to get rid of you is pretty upsetting, though. I thought I'll invite you here, and maybe we'll be able to come to an agreement.”

Welt frowns at these words.

“I won't negotiate with you,” he says. His voice is calm, but cold. “Nor join forces with you.”

“Ah.” The Hound looks at him with a thoughtful smile, before taking a step back, his hand falling back to his side. “I see. I thought you might be willing to, since you came here, and confronted me about what you had discovered before sharing it with your trusted companions– but I guess I was wrong.”

There's warmth coming to Welt's face, a slightest hint of red on his cheeks, barely noticeable but still there - embarrassment, perhaps. It is true; he chose to settle this privately first, for a reason not particularly clear even to him. He knows he has misplaced his trust once again, and yet something stopped him from exposing Gallagher as the murderer first thing.

He doesn't want to dwell on it too much right now. He will have time later. 

“But that means I don't really have a choice,” Gallagher adds. Perhaps he'd scare someone else with such a statement; Welt doesn't feel much, though.

“What makes you think that it'll be easy to get rid of me, Mr. Gallagher?” he asks.

The other man just laughs.

“It might be much easier than you think, Mr. Yang.”

Welt opens his mouth to reply, but then a shadow appears behind him.

Despite his age his reflexes are still well, his body still quite agile, but the Death is faster; he barely has any time to react, to even process what's happening, before something pierces through his body. It's accompanied by a blood-curdling screech and tears through his body, ripping his flesh, crushing the bones in its way. Blood splatters around the room when Gallagher's silhouette fades as his vision becomes blurry and then goes entirely dark.

“...What a shame,” Gallagher says, looking at the pool of blood on the floor, and laughs. 

divider by @/cafekitsune

[barbatoskisser]

Happy american thanksgiving everyone

Ill go first from my pov

Im thankful for cheeseburgers and smth ultimately basic but true: my friends. Gwbiubely my friends are some of the greatest people in the world and i adore them. I wish i had the ability to doodle us all hanging out from scratch and it not look like a weird blob with limbs from my pov but i dont so i'll find a 4 person friend base image later and rb with it

Of course my friend group isnt just 4 people their essentially 5 main online peoples, including myself (on discord anyway. Archaic isnr on here all that much. And he sort of doesmt count. Ill explain in a sec, but i'll still add him to the post)

@gunterdon

@definesanity

@archaicanathema

@infer8

And myself. Or i could cheat and say @mx-kamisato

Okay so here's the whole mess with archie.

He soley to me technically doesnt count because me and him are boyfriends

...whydoesthatfeelsogiddytosayijustgotafloatyfeeling-

Ahem! Anyway

Yes we're boyfriends.

And its great hes a wonderful lad

I wish i could label all the things i love about this man but then we'll be here all day. I'll simplify it and say that he's incredibly funny (me and him share a sense of humor, thank fuck), he's always extremely kind, when he talks about his favorite things it always brings me so much joy because its just so fun to listen to, i love watching him play warframe even if i cant play it myself, i adore seeing him interact in our friend group and have fun. He brings me a lot of happiness everyday. Its not a "oh rarely i get a high from dating someone" its...every day. Every single day he makes me so thankful and happy he asked me out. He's wonderful and I couldn't ask for soneone better to be my boyfriend.

Okay thats enough being sappy from me!

Yeah i'm thabkfully to venti too but hes not counting since this is a post about /actual friends/ not fictional chars who i (half?) jokingly my husband.

Ahem. So yeah! I'm thankful to those people! Huge shoutout to them! The sillies who are in my life everyday.

Also shoutout to my mutuals in a more general sense!

@unkownknowledge , @pale-value , @avenrose , mf halve person i forgot their user. They liked and rbed s lot of my posts awhile back and j got excjted about them. I may have forgotten their user but i remember you!!

And the rest of the 20 people im mutuals with. My mutual list aint small but its too big for me to remember everyone.

Special shoutput to bones tho. Best comrade. No one forgets @nicebonescomrades i love them. Idk jf theyre pronouns are still she/her but yed. THEM

I hope they come on again someday soon. 100% thanks for existing and being my friend as long as gunter and ryuusei who have been my longest stanring friends on tumblr - actually, no, their just the most iconic. The longest standing froend on tumblr is wisti (if we count her) or artem! I met artem back on my old account and when they still were a big account under thinknoodled i think. They wrote a lot of sagau and when i still was scared shitless of them. Ah, the good old days.

Dont get me wrong they are still terrifying but in a they'd probably bite my ankles off way.

So glad i met everyone here and you all such great, wonderful people. Thank you so much for being in my life. And for the picture i promised, i'll be drawing the main 4 of agar. Soley because i dont knoe how i'd doodle infer. They're great too but i dont know if i would doodle more of their irl self or try to draw their scaley persona thing. Maybe their avatar??? I have no idea. The others i have a general idea.

Alright bye i'll see you guys later. I spent 30 minutes writing this post. Sigh.

[mytragedyperson]

General haikyuu headcanons

These aren't about any one haikyuu character. These are just any thoughts I have. Feel free to request headcanons for characters, squads or ships (platonic and romantic) or AUs. Please note I have already made some headcanon posts. While this doesn't mean i'll never write about those things again it Mey mean future headcanon posts about them are repetitive. They can be found on my ao3

- so a recent headcanon I had recently is that Akaashi and Tsukishima are like besties, or maybe not besties but I can see akaashi becoming something of a mentor to him

- Like it starts in tsukishima's first year when kuroo and bokuto drag him into practice with them. Even then we can see him to some extent turn to akaashi about how to approach the two and this situation and I can definitely see, in the future,tsukishima getting kidnapped to hang out with the three during a break from college and most of the time, while kuroo and bokuto are off in their own world, tsukishima and akaashi are just kinda chilling in the back, maybe making fun of them a little.

- also whenever tsukki is stressed by the chaos that is hinata, kageyama, and sometimes yachi and kageyama (he loves them but they can be a handful and it only gets worse when yamaguchi starts hanging out with them more and starts to adopt some of their mannerisms) he'll message akaashi as like a calming voice amidst the chaos

-he also goes to akaashi for advice on any problems he has with his teammates. Like he'll go to him for advice on how to bring up things that are bothering him because, while he can be as, well, tsukishima-like as he wants with his teammates from the previous year and they're used to it, he feels the need to try a different approach with the younger years. Idk why I think this it just came to me but we'll go with it.

- also I love the idea of kageyama, yamaguchi and kenma being some sort of friends and forming a weird mix of a socially awkward squad and emo squad. There are others in both, I haven't fully decided who yet but yachi and asahi are definitely in the socially awkward squad and maybe occasionally tsukishima but that's more because he's bad at feelings than because he cares what other people think. Either way they have a group chat where they can talk about the awkward situations they get into or just talk. It's kinda like a support group but any advice should be taken with a pinch of salt. Maybe later they get some extroverts in to offer advice, idk.

- also tsukishima and kentaro being best friends or cousins or somehow related. I've read some amazing fics with this friendship. I love it.

- anyway when tsukishima and yamaguchi's year graduates, a big reunion is made of basically every team/person one of them has managed to befriend. Even oikawa comes back because, by this point, in my fantasy land, all the people in this year, including kunimi, kindaichi and kageyama, are friends. They've talked out any issues and, while they might not ever be on the same team for "just for fun" volleyball games, they're more than happy to play against each other and go out for meat buns after. Also idc what you say kunimi, kindaichi and kageyama were friends in middle school and that's why kindaichi (and kunimi, but he showed it less) were so hurt when kageyama changed.

- but anyway there's a big reunion, anyone who live abroad comes back for a week to see their kouhais and attend thus reunion. Its a fun night of talking and eating, good food and company, reminiscing on the past and discussing future plans. And maybe the older, already graduated setters decide to put on a little show (yes, this is them performing songs from six like I plan to have happen but haven't yet written in my singing AU. These things aren't usually linked but I've made an exception and, honestly idek if six was out when this year group graduated, but for the purposes of this headcanon,I'll say it was). And after that they go on to play professionally, or move away to practice more, or go to university, or whatever they do, but they stay in touch, and whenever they get the chance they'll meet up.

- sorry I just love the idea of everyone being friends. Km a suckered for fluff what can I say?

-also this isn't so much a headcanon as an appreciation post but I want it on record that I love akaashi. He's so observant and caring of his teammates but at the same time doesn't take any of their shit and will call them out. Also him just not letting bokuto lie or seem cooler than he is while also clearly caring about bokuto. I hear people talk so much about how pretty he is, and don't get me wrong he is very pretty, but he is so much more than a pretty face and he is a damn good setter.

- also when the karasuno first years become second years, they all admire akaashi, OK? Hinata admires anyone who's even remotely good at volleyball or says anything cool about volleyball, kageyama already looks up to him and this only increases when he manages to ask akaashi to teach him to set, or read his teammates better, and akaashi agrees and is kind. Also kageyama admires anyone who's even slightly good at setting. Tsukishima I've already discussed, but his respect for akaashi increases when he watches akaashi deal with the combined chaos that is hinata and kageyama with patience tsukishima knows he'll never have. Yamaguci and yachi admire his intelligence and how he manages to keep his cool. (Also if this admiration also leads to one or all of them developing a small crush, well no one needs to know, and if the others in their school and year know, well, let's just say they understand and there isn't too much teasing, though if kageyama develops a crush he gets teased the most bless him)

- all this to say akaashi harem supremacy

[edowardoelric]

thank you for the tag!! @cinammonelles

First ship ever in you life: god it's hard to say for sure but definitely a pbs kids show... i think either matt and inez from cyberchase or sarah and james from liberty's kids but i know i was more into sarah and james lmao

The ultimate three ships: i have my top ships narrowed down to like 8 now i have to narrow it down to 3.... i'll keep it to the ones i actually have tattooed on my body or plan on tattooing. (not the characters themselves but referencing them) also I selected only the ot3 ships since well. i can only choose 3 ships so it seemed fitting. sorikai, yoohankim, love trio. just know there are many more

The first crush (Fictional Character/Fandom): lord i am a lesbian but i must admit it was zuko from atla

Last Song: comet (english version) by YOASOBI

Last Movie: uhmmmm barbie maybe? i don't often watch movies but ended up seeing it at a bachelorette party in august and i don't think i've watched any others since. we'll be watching halloween movies later this month though

Favorite Flower: i don't have a favorite honestly i just think pretty much all of them are nice

Currently Reading (you can add a link): re-reading the inheritance cycle still i think it's been like 3 or so months now lmao. i just today finished the third book and i only have the 4th left. trying to finish in time before the new murtagh book comes out in november. took me a while on the second book since parts of it were boring me 😔 work was extremely hell during a lot of it too. i plan on reading dungeon meshi next once im done

Currently Watching: basically every anime coming out this fall cour it feels like.... at the very least i'm watching 30 of them idk if all will make it through the cut but most are pretty good so far. aside from airing anime my sister and i are slowly making our way through detective conan. we started around july probably and are around 225 😭 my full time job and and her full time school makes for little free time. malcolm in the middle too if she has to work on school and needs an english show

Last thing I wrote- ship/Fandom?: merthur/merlin back in like 2012 or something..... unless the superwholock role-playing i used to do on tumblr came after but im not entirely sure.. i played sam lmao

Currently writing (you can add a link): nothing i haven't written since the above mentioned things

i won't tag anybody but feel free to do it!

[hannaswritingblog]

HI SIS BESTIE MY DEAREST DEAR MHUWA

OKAY so about that suggestions. I have few, but in case u won't accept it, I just send it all in one ask. If there is anything u like, then I will just send another ask with only that one request or something <3

(oh and im everywhere seeing reader as she but u can make it non binary or sth if you would like!!!)

OKAY SO LETS GO WITH THAT

Neville Longbottom (HP, 5 year) x reader - with prompt "Do you find me brave yet?". I have that idea that reader comes to him after that fight ("The Battle of the Department of Mysteries") and his nose is still broken and he feels sorry that that propercy was destroyed bc of him, and Reader comforts him and maybe,,, idk, maybe he says something ala "do you at least find me brave now?" and reader says that she always thought of him as brave bc he is Gryffindor after all and she knows him since second year,,,, or something like that :D

Penguin (gotham) x reader - it would taking place in season 2, when he was still at the top, and reader would be a second most important person to him after his mother, anddd he would go to her and ask her to go to his place on a dinner and he would just, ya know, flash his well-being to reader, and to her it would be silly and cute and there would be smooch on the cheek from reader bc hes the best heheh

Jim Hopper x reader - it would take place somewhere after season 1. He and reader are fbw, and fic is about Jim visitng him, but this time with flowers and wearing his fabulous flanner, and asking her on a date in a 'hopper way' (whats that mean? idk maybe 'if I read the signals wrong then you won't see me again." bc he wants to sacriface himself all the time omg). cute cute

Susan Pevensie x bestie!reader - its day after valentines and both girls are talking about all these chockolates susan got from boys, while eating the same chockolates. Susan probably would feel little bad for eating them, bc she doesnt feel anything to these boys but reader is like 'nah, we dont want to waste them right" and so on

Edmund Pevensie x gf!reader - they are going on a costume party, and at the moment are still at home, and edumnd is going as a king, and reader as a queen and Edmund says something cheesy like "you would be perfect queen for me" or idk just,,, I mean he would think that he would take her as his wife in Narnia when he was a king there, right, and would somehow say that aloud. ANYHOW they would end up beeing blushy mess bc it was so sweet

maybe you will like something hehe

ILY BESTIE MHUWAA 💜

HEYYYY SIS BESTIE!

It's actually good that you send me all the suggestions in one ask - it would be okay too if you send them separately, but I probably won't be linking the asks in suggested fics anymore, so I don't need them that way, and it'll be easier for me to have this just one post. So don't worry! And you don't need to resend anything later (unless you have any new ideas, you can send those!!! haha)

For the reader's gender, I decided I'll write with the female reader more often so it's okay if you see it this way too, but there will be exceptions and I can already see one of your ideas would be an exception. We'll get to that in a while though :D

For the ideas, I really love number 1 and 3-5. Those suggestions are therefore accepted. :D I was going to go into detail why but I feel like I'd be just repeating myself. So yeah, I'll just say that. I'll put them on my to-do list in a moment. ;)

For suggestion 2, I think I'll have to reject it. As much as I love Penguin and Gotham... I don't know, I don't really feel it at the moment. I might come back to it later but not now. This is the idea I'd likely write the gender neutral reader though - coding the specifically as female would feel wrong to me. I won't go into much detail since I don't want to spoil things for you, but people who have seen season 3 probably know what I'm thinking about.

But yeah, 4 out of 5 suggestions are accepted and I actually feel inspired for them so that's good. I should work on everything in the next few days, as well as on my own ideas. As I said, if anything else crosses your mind, you can also send it later and I'd love to give it a thought. :D ILY too 💜

[haretic]

Present Day; 30/06/24 | Present Time; 1:53am

public pools

went back through my old diary blog and found some truly insane ramblings. i've always had a major amount of imposter syndrome about my issues so seeing it in retrospect, while disturbing, was really helpful.

some of the active psychosis ramblings were pretty funny though. I'm not sure how i get it in my head that i'm dying a painful death or that i'm actually an angel or my brain has been uploaded to the internet (that which is now true to a certain degree)

but still

i prefer this current blog, other people can actually see my posts here, and even if i don't expect interaction or anything, its helpful to know that someone, somewhere out there, even if its just Angel (who will never be a "just" in any other sense but in this case the sentence structure requires it) can all see my posts and i am not truly alone

because are you ever truly alone when youre on the internet?

its as scary a though as it is a calming one, and while i do think the internet is (for the most part) dead, its still nice to see other peoples puttering about in their own niches.

idk. just my evening thoughts

of more thoughts. I'm not sure the guy i like likes me that much. He seems plenty interested in me, but i just don't know if its in that way. my friends say yes, but i dont want to jump the gun and ruin things. we were friends before this and i'd hate to not go back to it afterwards.

we're going to hang out tomorrow. he got an invite from a friend to go somewhere also and he said if i wanted to come along i could but if not he wouldnt go. i said no and if he wanted to he could still go, i didnt want to be the reason he missed out on anything, and he said it was okay because he could always go later in the day.

i know that was objectively a good answer, i'm not sure i should expect anything more, but i'm always looking for someone to say "no! you're enough for me! if you don't want to, we won't go, together". which is an extremely selfish thought.

one of my biggest flaws is my selfishness i feel. i always want more than i've got, and feel empty without it. I know thats ridiculous, i'm working on it. We'll hang out tomorrow and i'll enjoy it. He's going to introduce me to his cats. Or cat, because one of them is shy and may not want to say hi.

i'm talking to him now, prying into his personal life. i want to know if he has a boyfriend. i feel like he does? i don't know though. i started writing this as a distraction so i wouldn't just do nothing in anticipation of his attention. really i don't know if this is a crush or craving closeness. i like to think i've gotten better at being by myself, and being alone. but there are still loads of times i crave closeness with someone. sometimes that can't be helped. but i've felt like this for a few months, longer than those relapses into selfish want usually last. but then again, i don't even know if he likes me back. we'll see i suppose.

i've been thinking a lot about the pools i used to go to as a kid. there are two, i drove by one today.

the outdoor one was smaller, it has a diving board, and its got this giant shower right near the entrance, as well as showers in both washrooms. they've got grassy areas for you to lay out your towels and stuff, but they've also got a massive greenspace that holds the toddler pool (a small hole in the ground that holds maybe a half a foot of water. i used to lay in it and stare up at the sky in it. just enough water i was always wet but i didn't have to put in the energy to float). for whatever reason they just won't connect that area to the main pool. one time my brother drank too much water and threw up there. he had had a massive mix of soft drinks at the airport earlier that day before my dad had landed in from a flight. at least i think those were on the same days, because i think thats part of why he was sick. i remember trying to touch the bottom of the deep end, near the diving board, and i remember jumping off the board. it was so daunting as a kid, but when i went back a few years ago, it seemed like barely a hop. i remember going there with my childhood bestfriend (someone i no longer talk to) and i remember burning my feet on the hot concrete running back and forth ignoring the no running signs. i remember getting sleepy and insisting on my mom to cuddle in the water. i always felt safe there. i could crawl right in her lap and the water was like a big blanket. i wish she had held me more in there. i remember playing mermaids and all the other typical kid things there. its a happy memory for me

the indoor one was much bigger, they had lanes and more fun splash pads and a slide. i remember how the stairs felt all cold and grimy and sandy as i jogged up them. my legs always hurt after it, but i had fun. the showers here were massive. for some reason old women would get absolutely butt naked there. it was only one wrong 90* turn to see ten fully naked grandmas lathering up in the pink soap out of the wall dispensers. i'm not even sure they ever even went in the pool. i remember a birthday party my other and much older childhood bestfriend had there. i got a little chihuahua toy as a party favor, and i slept with him every night for ages and ages. i remember playing there with my friends all the time, but it was never the outside pool. games there could be more fun, there was much more space, but there was always such a lack of natural lighting. either way, its also a happy memory for me

regardless of the pool, i always remember the showers. i had this habit of bringing the little hotel shampoo and conditioners to these things and showering fully with them. i don't know why i did that, i suppose i thought if i was going to shower i should do it properly instead of just a rinse. i'm sure nowadays i wouldn't care, but it was a whole procedure for me. i had to do it otherwise the pool day wasn't complete, and otherwise i felt sick

i have a lot of weird procedures like that, though. i guess thats normal for me. i like them, i don't find them harmful, i don't mind indulging them. i don't see why some people think its a bad thing. some people just like to keep organized, thats not a crime is it?

either way. i'm going to bed now, he's not dating anyone. i relapsed earlier again. i look forward to seeing him tomorrow. i hope hes interested in me. i don't plan on making any moves until i can see him in person and maybe reassess his feelings to me, but for now i'm just excited to leave my house for the first time in a week and actually see other people. i'm stoked.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary167

2/27-28/2024

wednesday - thursday

i'm sisisisitting here, and i have a bank acct. now.

my card is gonna be sent to my parent's place, i've gotta go over there to get it, in about a week i suppose. that'll be interesting but i talked to my mom today. not about the card yet, but i'll talk about it tomorrow i think, when we talk more. she is not mad at me, it seems like.

i got really dressed up for the bank today, look!

people were nice to me basically except in walmart where lots of people stared at me, and then this guy that worked there looked totally totally totally disgustedddd. it was fun. i wish i told him to fuck off. i need to stick up for myself better. i think that'd be like, sticking up for myself, right. or is staring back the only thing i should really do? idk.

i ate too many chips today, also, so i'm feeling yucky rn. blehh.

just found out about a really awesome seeming book:

gonna find out more abt this soon, the publisher too, the bits my friend is sending me from this book of poetry are really really good.

just really really beautiful writing, grounding itself in / exploring/ telling history, in ways it is typically not told. a beautiful project, at minimum. but it does not feel like it's just hitting that minimum, truly good writing. it's also from 2023, which is super exciting i think. good writing is still coming, you just have to look.

another thing today, i got new lyrics and vocals down on a song, i wonder if i care about the lyrics that much, but idk, i think it's good, it's definitely about a lot of stuff i've been thinking about lately, re: music people, dj scene and stuff. frustrations. it felt good to scream, today, cuz of being so fucked up yesterday i guess.

i think maybe i could go in and re-record the middle bit and parts of the end, but i think the way the song opens vocally is good. i might also just be having funny issues w/ the sound of the vox. idk. we will see how i feel tomorrow. but since i did that i did also mess w/ how the song sounds, did the saturation thing to it, and that does sound quite good, imo.

tomorrow i need to do some more songs, just re: producing/mastering, i wanna do at least 2-3, and maybe on the 3rd i do a song that has vocals but i want to replace them entirely, so i can start thinking of new ideas for the song.

i also have a new idea for a drawing, that's fun, a new little pixel art ornament thingy.

listening to a lot of the album now, to see how things are coming along, one song still has overly saturated vocals, and some little pieces that need cutting, should be easy enough, i think i like that vocal take, i should sit on the take still, not go in and do that, and for the most part everything is feeling like, good, i think. coming along well, and stuff i thought was worse off isn't too bad really. that might change tomorrow for me but we'll see. there's gonna be a time where i need to just let this all go, and put this out. that time definitely feels like it's coming. or idk, that makes it sound like i'm just putting less effort in, i don't think that's true, it's just that things really are wrapping up in a way i feel like. like how many more times can i conceivably mess with nuances of guitar tone, everything is getting closer and closer to what i want, what isn't that's just getting cut and put off for later, and i can tell at least one of the songs i cut is going to really benefit from that, since i can rewrite parts and have something last longer, i can have this part i really like be like, a closer for this next ep maybe.

anyway, it's like 1 am and i need to prepare for the next days of work where i'm going in at 11 am soo,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[wave2tyun]

Trying to write you say? 👀👀 I can’t wait to see what you’ll come up with!! And I’m sure it’ll be perfect as always 🫶

Andddd I’m not really a coffee enjoyer, but I do like coffee with milk…a lot of milk and sugar. HOWEVER I REALLY REALLY LIKE CAPUCCINO and if it’s with cinnamon? better.

I never tried hot choco with expresso tho, I might try it!!

How’s your semester going? I hope you’re feeling less stressed about it 🙁

Andddd about the boy I saw his profile on some kind of college tinder? And he’s really cute AND HIS RÉSUMÉ IS GREAT TOO (I had to look for him on LinkedIn, I won’t make a wrong choice again), but I’ve been waiting for him to reply back or accept me on ig for like a month idk. Maybe he’s already dating, but I can’t be sure of that sooooo I’ll just have to wait and if I’m correct, then it’ll be a shame😭 but oh well

indeed!!!👀👀 emphasis on trying though😞 i haven't been able to write more these past few days.......i have a bit of free time tonight though so!!!! we'll see what happens :00 i don't want to take too long with finishing the fic but at the same time i simply can't not put uni first😵‍💫

I'M ALSO A FELLOW CAPPUCCINO ENJOYER!!!!!😼😼💖 cinnamon makes it soooo good, but also hazelnut syrup????😳 a delicacy!!!!!! if you like your coffee sweet then i'm sure you'd like the hot choco with espresso :D<3

LINKEDIN?!?!?!?!?!? that's so smart actually i have never thought of checking that before😳😳😳 hmmmm maybe he's a bit reluctant to accept people he hasn't met irl?? :00 personally i tend to be like that andvhsns if he's not dating anyone atm then i really hope he'll give you a chance, let me know if anything happens!!🫣💓

honestly my semester is not going that great, and i'm even more stressed out about it than before😭 i hope it's okay if i rant a little bit about it because i'm really just so. drained. first of all my schedule is hell, it will get better after march i think but as of right now it's so. bad. i have so many group projects and so many deadlines so close to each other😭😭 there's this one course which i really don't get and i'm so afraid that i'll fail it when i have to take my exam (i don't want to do retakes cause that means i'll have to return home later in the summer.....). i also don't really like this teacher and he's been giving my group such bad feedback and he does not even elaborate it's just "this is not this. that's not that. check the book" WE'VE BEEN CHECKING THE DAMN BOOK WHY CAN'T YOU JUST SAY WHAT'S WRONG😭😭😭😭😭 and god i'm sorry i'm rambling so suddenly but i really feel the need to let it all out because i've been feeling quite shitty about myself lately, for multiple reasons😭 and one of them is also the fact that i can't stop comparing myself to the people who have much more experience than me in the field that i'm in. i know that i'm here to learn but i've been just feeling so?? out of place lately:(

[rosiehunterwolf]

... Morro

XD y'all really like your Morro, don't you? This is the second Morro request I've gotten (third technically, but there was an issue with the other one so it's not going to be filled) and the first one blew up XD, got way more notes than any fic I've posted before even though it was just a short little thing.

Since I already did a typical Morro fic, though, I decided to try something a little different with this one and tie it into the movie!verse. Hope you enjoy!

Spirit of the Deep

Summary: With Garmadon defeated for good, the ninja are eager to find another way to busy themselves. When Kai finds out about an ancient temple rumored to hold some sort of treasure, the others are immediately in.

Not all adventures are good, though. Before the ninja know it, they are in over their heads with a discovery they will never forget. (Movie!verse AU)

“It’s just through here!”

Kai’s voice rang through the temple, and Lloyd pushed his way through the vines, looking around carefully, his sword drawn. “Kai, not so loud. I don’t have a great feeling about this place.”

“Gee, I wonder why!” Jay squeaked from behind him. “I mean, look at this place!” He waved his hands at the crumbling stone walls, overgrown with weeds and vines. “Kai, what made you think it was a good idea to come here?”

“Oh, Jay, stop being such a coward. It’s going to be fun! There could be puzzles! Or booby traps! And most importantly, treasure!”

“You’re excited about booby traps?”

Lloyd stopped, holding up his flashlight to examine something on the wall. It looked to be an engraving of some sort, like a whirlwind, and below it, some sort of runes that Lloyd couldn’t read.

With a start, he realized the others were far ahead of him now, and he darted after them, desperate to keep up. “Guys! Don’t leave me alone like that! Are you forgetting I don’t have powers to protect myself like you guys do?”

“Fat lot of use powers will be when Kai and Jay inevitably trigger all the traps and the floor disappears beneath us,” Cole grumbled.

“Hey!” Kai yelped, at the same time Jay said, “Do you really think there are traps in here?”

Nya sighed. “If you’re so nervous, Jay, why did you even come with?”

“The rest of you guys were all going! I wasn’t going to be left behind!”

“There does not appear to be any signs of life,” Zane said. “I do not think anyone has been here for a long time.”

“What about traps? Can your sensors detect any traps?”

Zane frowned. “No. There seems to be some sort of interference with my signals.”

Kai suddenly stopped, the others bumping into him at the lack of warning.

“Kai?” Cole asked. “Why’d we stop?”

“There’s something in there.” Kai didn’t elaborate further, stepping over the rubble of the crumbled wall and disappearing from sight.

“Kai, wait!” Nya yelped, hurrying after him.

“So much for sticking together,” Lloyd grumbled as he followed the others into the room. “Seriously, one day this is going to-” he stopped short of walking right into Cole. “What is it?”

The earth ninja simply pointed, and Lloyd went slack.

In the middle of the room, there was a pedestal, intricate carvings in the side of it emitting a faint green glow. Atop it, a scroll was rolled up, the paper worn with age.

“What is that?” Nya breathed.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like it one bit. Maybe we should just go-”

“Can it, Jay.” Cole grabbed the lightning ninja by the back of his shirt. “We didn’t come all this way for nothing.”

“What’s an old scroll doing all the way out here?” Lloyd asked. He reached for it, but Kai stopped him with a sharp yelp.

“Lloyd, don’t! I saw something like this in a movie once! This is a trap. When you take the scroll, the weight on the pressure plate will lift, and the whole place will come down around us! We need to find something that’s an equal weight to replace it with.”

Lloyd eyed the pedestal. “I don’t think…”

Nya sighed. “Kai, you’re confusing movies with reality.”

“I’m not! Trust me!”

“Fine.” Lloyd turned to the group. “Do we have anything?”

Cole pulled something out of his bag, holding it out to them. “I have a rock.”

They blinked at him. “Why do you have a rock?”

Cole shrugged. “Maybe I like rocks.”

Kai shook his head. “Okay, whatever. That should work.” Taking the rock from Cole, he positioned himself over the pedestal. He took a deep breath. “Here goes.”

In the blink of an eye, he had switched out the scroll for the rock. There was an ominous creaking sound, and they all held their breath, waiting. A few small stones clattered down from the roof, but other than that, nothing.

“We did it.” Unrolling the scroll, Kai’s relieved expression quickly changed to one of disappointment. “It’s just a bunch of symbols and gibberish.”

“Zane, do you think you can decipher it?” Lloyd asked.

Zane took the scroll from Kai. His brow furrowed. “This does not appear to match the dialect of any of the official Ninjago languages.”

“Lemme look at that.” Jay took the scroll from him, and Cole scowled at him.

“Be careful with it, nitwit! As far as we know, this is a priceless artifact!” As the others squabbled over the scroll, Lloyd approached the pedestal. Now that he was closer, he could see that there was an engraving on the top that he had missed before.

A funnel, sort of like-

A whirlwind. It was that same symbol he had seen near the entrance.

“Hey, guys,” he called. “I think this may be important, I saw it earlier-” Reaching out, he let his fingers lightly brush the engraving. Suddenly, there was a bright flare of light, and a gust of wind that seemed to come from nowhere sent Lloyd hurtling across the room. He groaned, rubbing his head.

“Lloyd!” Suddenly the others were beside him, Kai gripping his arm so tightly his knuckles turned white. Lloyd waved him off. “Kai, don’t worry, I’m fine-” he stopped, realizing that the fire ninja was no longer looking at him.

Lloyd followed his gaze and froze.

Hovering over the pedestal was a young man with long black hair, a green streak running through it. His clothes were ripped and disheveled, and he was examining himself in awe.

Most noteworthy, though, was the fact that Lloyd could see right through his body.

The man looked up suddenly, spearing them with his gaze. “Who are you? Where am I? What happened to me?”

“Oh. Oh my gosh.” Jay gripped Lloyd’s arm. “I think we just awakened a ghost! Oh my gosh, Lloyd, what have you done?”

“What have I done? Kai’s the one who brought us here! Blame him!”

“Me? You’re the one who touched the pedestal after I clearly told you not to!”

“Well, maybe if you guys had listened to me about the symbol, I wouldn’t have!”

“The scroll distracted us! Blame Zane, he’s the one who couldn’t read it!”

“Me? Nya was the one who-”

“Enough!” a voice bellowed across the room, and they all froze, turning to look at the ghost. “I can’t believe a bunch of kids just released me from the dead. I can’t believe I’m dead!”

“We’re not kids!” Nya snapped. “We’re ninja.”

The ghost looked at her. “Right.”

“We are!”

“Um,” Lloyd swallowed. “Mr. Ghost, sir-”

The ghost rolled his eyes. “It’s Morro.”

“Okay, Morro- we could get in a lot of trouble if our master found out what we did. So, um… maybe you could consider… going back? To wherever you came from?”

“Are you kidding?” Morro laughed. “I was trapped in there for years! I’m never going back!”

“Uh, I think you are.” Kai stepped forward, igniting his fist. “Get back in! Or else!”

Morro’s eyes widened. “An elemental master. I’ll be damned.”

“And there’s more where that came from!” Nya shot a jet of water at him, and Morro shrieked, darting out of the way.

“Watch it! Didn’t anyone ever teach you that water kills ghosts?”

“To have a ghost roaming the city would be unwise.” Zane stepped forward, ice crackling between his fingers. “We have you surrounded. Please go back inside your pedestal.”

“Two can play at that game,” he muttered. As Zane blasted him with ice, a powerful gust of wind shot from Morro’s hands, repelling the ice.

Lloyd felt his jaw go slack. Suddenly, the whirlwind symbols made a lot more sense.

“You’re an elemental master, too?” Cole whispered.

“Got a problem with that?”

The others turned to look at him. “What do we do, Lloyd?”

Lloyd glanced back and forth between his team and Morro. “I have a feeling we’re not going to get rid of him. And… Master never told us about an elemental master of wind. He should probably know about this.”

“Alright.” Nya turned towards Morro. “We’re going to take you to our master. Cooperate, or else.”

Morro sighed. “It doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice, do I? Fine, let’s go.” And, in a flash, he was sliding into Lloyd’s body.

Lloyd screamed, falling to the floor as the chill overtook him, the feeling of a foreign presence taking over his brain-

“Okay, okay kid, I’ll stop!”

Lloyd looked up to see Morro had left his body and was hovering over him, the others just behind, their expressions ranging from horrified to furious glares at Morro.

“Lloyd, are you okay?” Kai reached out, helping him to his feet.

“Geez, kid, you act like you’ve never been possessed before.”

Lloyd blinked at him. “I haven’t.”

Morro snorted. “Look, it’s not going to hurt you. I’m a ghost- I’m weak to water. The city has water everywhere- dripping from the roofs, pooling in the streets- the protection of a human body makes it far less likely that I’ll die on the way there. Besides, a ghost floating around isn’t exactly subtle, and… I have a feeling that attention isn’t exactly something we want.”

Lloyd exhaled slowly. “Fine. Do it.”

This time, he was prepared as the coldness numbed his body, although it still wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

The others looked at him anxiously. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, Lloyd?” Nya asked.

“It’s fine, it’ll be over soon. Now come on, let’s go find my uncle and get some answers.”

Let’s hope this guy actually knows what’s going on.

It took Lloyd a moment to realize the thoughts were Morro’s, but he found himself thinking the same thing. If Master Wu couldn’t fix this… he didn’t know what he was going to do.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Feelings

Fwb! Jay x fem. bodied! reader; implied fwb to lovers (?)

Genre: smut

Word Count: 3.2k words

Mellow speaks: I'm done with this at last! Lmao I definitely went overboard, but idk I felt like the plot required it hehe. I love writing for Jay, and this was no different, so I hope you guys enjoy reading this! Thanks for the request dear anon, and I hope everyone who was looking forward to it likes it!

"What if you end up catching feelings for me?"

"Don't worry Y/N, I don't do feelings."

Thinking back on your conversation from half a year ago, you let out a sigh, getting ready for your night out. When the two of you had come up with this arrangement, you had been wary of starting to see Jay as something more than just your friend and one-time hook-up. Having had known him for a little over three months, you couldn't deny the chemistry you shared with him, the sexual tension having resulted half-hearted confessions of love in his bedroom, interspersed with all things inappropriate as you finally gave in to your urges. You knew you should have stayed away, considering he was your friend and not some random guy you'd picked up at a bar, but in your defense, the sex had been amazing.

So amazing that barely two days later, you had found yourself back at his doorstep, smashing your lips onto his the moment he opened the door. The next morning had found you half dizzy and fully naked, once again in the same bed you had promised yourself you'd never find yourself in again. It had been him who had suggested it, and though you weren't exactly down for it, he somehow smooth-talked his way into your brain, convincing you to cave in. "No feelings involved," had been the rule, and at that time, Jay had made it seem as if it would work out. "We'll just be friends," he had said, and like a lust-driven fool, you had believed him.

Yet here you are, slapping yourself internally as you tried to remind yourself you weren't supported to harbor feelings for him. He was just an ordinary guy, right? Nothing special, except that god-gifted body of his and that masterpiece of a dick. The mere thought makes your mouth water, as you continue to think about just how Jay is nothing but "ordinary." But it proves to be harder than you think, being reminded of the way his smile makes his eyes crinkle, or the way he gets pouty when someone teases him. You sigh again, looking at your reflection one last time.

Maybe, just maybe, those late night meetings which slowly turned in late morning goodbyes had done something to you. Maybe, just maybe, you had grown soft for Jay Park, and it is somehow enough to make you nervous to the bone.

But the moment you enter the club, all your nervousness flows out the window (or so it would seem to an outsider) as a smile makes it way onto your face, which morphs itself into the confident facade that only you can see through. Well, you and Jay. Speaking of the devil, you're barely two steps in when you hear someone call your name, and craning your head, you notice said man beckoning you over to the bar counter, a lazy smirk on his face as he talks to some other friends of yours. Walking over to him, you give your "friend" a side hug, eyes falling downwards as you realize he's staring at you. "What are you looking at?," you ask, shy all of a sudden. But instead of replying, he shoots you a question of his own, asking, "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?," as he quirks an eyebrow at you.

That causes you to look up at him, and when you don't say anything, Jay leans in, sending a shiver down your spine as he whispers, "You seem a teensy bit tense. Maybe I'll help you relax later." He pulls away, that smirk back on his face, but before you can say anything, his attention is driven away from you as he feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, his expression morphs into one of surprise as he sees his classmate-slash-co-worker from the diner he works at part-time. What he fails to notice however, is the way your expression turns into one of irritation, because said co-worker is not just any random diner waitress, it's one you know for a fact has a crush on Jay.

A crush that the man in front of you loves to deny the existence of, despite you telling him about it multiple times. "Honestly, why would anyone want to go out with me when at this point, it's practically common knowledge that you, Y/N L/N, are the only one lucky enough to get a taste of this dick?," he would always reply whenever you brought her up, waving off your words as he checked his reflection, turning back to you only to say, "Y'know what? I think I see the appeal."

And so, it's hardly surprising that he doesnt register the fact that her hand is roaming all over his arm and moving onto his torso, having immersed himself too deeply into the animated conversation he's having with her. Biting the inside of your cheek, you decide to leave when it gets too much, only to have Jay grab your wrist. "Where d'you think you're going?," he asks, eyeing you curiously. "To dance," is all you say, walking away and onto the dance floor.

His eyes follow you as you start moving your hips to the music, a chuckle escaping his lips as you stumble slightly. He tries to make himself appear interested as his co-worker continues to talk his ear off, but it's hard when you look so innocent and yet so dirty in that pretty outfit of yours. However, it doesn't take it long for the soft smile on his face to turn into a frown, as his eyes catch someone patting you from the back. Within no time at all, or so it appears to him, you seem to have gotten yourself company, throwing your hands around the stranger's neck as continue to dance, a smile visible on your face. He grip tightens around the beer jug he is holding, and he doesn't even take notice, his eyes firmly fixed on you.

Unbeknownst to him, your eyes too, are still on him, even as you continue to laugh and talk to the gorgeous stranger who had walked over to you. You had been hesitant to let your guard down at first, but then you thought, "If Jay can have someone clinging to him like that, then so can't I?" While you hadn't intended on making him jealous, seeing him be bothered to see another's hands on you does do a little to boost your pride, and before you know it, you're leading the stranger back towards the counter, sitting down a couple seats away from Jay.

You casually turn around to gauge his expression, your own hardening as you realize that now, it is him who has his hands on the girl, smirking at you while squeezing her butt ever so slightly as she practically sits on his thigh. That's when you decide to not to let his nonchalance ruin your night, turning your attention back to the person in front of you. Talking to him, you begin to realize that he's actually quite cool, making you laugh every two minutes. Had your mind not been so messed up about Jay, you might actually have given this guy a chance, you think to yourself, flinching slightly as you feel his hand resting on your thigh. Noticing your discomfort, he quickly takes it away, stuttering. "I-I'm so-sorry. Is it o-okay if I-?," he asks, only to have you place it back on your leg. "I don't see why not," you smile, the image is Jay's hands on the girl burning behind your eyes.

You don't notice it, but Jay is still watching you, his jaw clenching as he sees you throwing your head back in laughter. "Who is he to make her laugh like that?," he mutters, shaking his head to remind himself that you're not his partner. You don't notice it, but he does, frown deepening as he sees the guy's hand moving up your thigh ever so slightly. Jay feels his fist clench, unable to stop himself as he watches him lean closer to you. The next thing you know, you're being pulled away from him by your wrist, an evidently passed of Jay leading you toward the back of the club.

"Jay stop. You're hurting me," you say, trying to wriggle your wrist out of his grasp as he pulls you into an empty alcove in the very corner, only to have him turn around and pull you towards himself, his eyes filled with anger. "You like have random losers have their hands all over you, don't you?," he says, his voice barely above a whisper as he pushes you against the wall, trapping you with one arm as the other rakes down your clothed body. You've never seen Jay like this, and while you have to admit he looks a hundred times hotter, you're also a little scared. But instead of cowering in fear, you look him right in the eye, practically challenging him as you say, "And what about that hoe that threw herself on you, huh?"

The moment those words leave your mouth, Jay roughly takes hold of your skin, pulling your face ever so slightly towards him, his breath fanning your lips. "Aha," he says, a smirk making its way onto his lips. "So you mean to tell me you were being a slut just to make me jealous, huh? Well guess what, it worked." And with that, he smashes his lips onto yours, the force causing your head to hit the wall. The surprise and the pain makes you open your mouth to let out a gasp, but he takes the chance to push his tongue inside, exploring every inch of your mouth while his hands move all over your body, leaving goosebumps on your skin their wake before coming to rest near your hips.

You moan into the kiss as Jay squeezes your hips, making him smirk as he kisses your harder, your hands making their way to his hair, tugging on them gently. Pulling away from your lips, he shifts his attention to your onto your jaw, making his way down to your neck as he leaves a trail of kisses in his wake. Having slept with you countless times during the past six months have made him perfectly familiar with your body, and so, it takes him less than ten seconds to find your sweet spot, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he sucks on it, your hand entangled them into his hair a little harder. Once he's done leaving a mark, Jay softly licks the skin on your neck, smiling to himself as he feels you shiver. "I've barely touched you, and you're already shaking, love," he says against your skin, his hands ghosting over the hem of your dress, before dipping down and coming to rest against your thighs.

"Tell me, did he have you shivering like this, hmm?," he asks, as his hands run towards the inside of your thighs, running over your core gently, almost imperceptible. This causes a whine to escape your lips, as you press your chest against his, hoping to get him to do something. "Why so desperate, love? We have all the time in the world," he smirks, pulling away only to draw the curtains to the alcove, so that no one would see you. Once he's done, his hands find themselves on the zipper of your dress, pulling it down. His cold fingers brush against your back as your dress gives way, causing you to involuntarily move closer to him as the fabric slips down your body.

Once you're left in nothing but your underwear, you decide to take matters into your own hands, growing frustrated at the slow pace Jay is taking. So the next moment finds you placing your hands onto his shoulders, as you start grinding your barely clothed core against his fully clothed member, his hardness making itself obvious as it rubs against you. The feeling makes you let out a moan before it is suddenly gone, Jay pushing you back until your back hits the table. Smirking, he lifts you up, placing you onto the tabletop as his hands make their way to your bare boobs, the feeling of his fingers pulling on your left nipple making you mentally pat yourself on the back for not wearing a bra. You throw your head back, a moan escaping your lips as you feel wetness pooling between your legs due to Jay's lips latching onto your right boob, sucking on it.

Not knowing what to do with your hands, you let them back to his hair, moving downwards only to push his leather jacket off his shoulders, leaving him in his T-shirt. Pulling away, he hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down as he pushes you down onto the table. You can't help the whimper that leaves your lips as he pushes your thighs apart, licking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy. "Damn, baby. We've just started and you're already soaked," he says, pushing a finger inside you. You gasp in pleasure at the feeling, throwing your head back as he makes figure eights inside you, before pushing in another finger, stretching your core. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you, scissoring them as he draws you out.

Sensing your wetness growing, he suddenly pulls his fingers completely out of you, the whimper that leaves your lips quickly turning into a gasp as his tongue replaces the emptiness, quickly lapping up your hole as his fingers move to tease your clit, rubbing your bundle of nerves and eliciting a string of moans from you. "Fuck Jay, ahhh. Faster," you say, bucking your hips as he lets out a soft chuckle, the vibrations drawing you closer to your edge. He senses you inching nearer to your climax, speeding up the face as his fingers continue to torture your clit, causing your eyes to close shut as you cum over his tongue. He laps up every last bit of your juices, moving up to place a soft kiss on your lips as you run your tongue against his bottom lip, tasting yourself. Pulling away, he whispers, "My turn," the smirk on his face causing your mouth to water.

You don't waste a single minute in jumping down the table, getting on your knees as you fiddle with his belt, taking it off. He decides to help you out by popping open the button of his jeans, slipping it down his legs as you palm him through his boxers. Weaving his hand through your hair, Jay groans, "You're not in a position to tease me right now, love," his voice causing you to gulp as you finally pull his boxers down, exposing his hard dick. Licking your lips, you take him into your mouth, an inch at a time, until he's almost hitting the back of your throat, your hands on his balls aa you start bobbing your head up and down. He guides you by tugging on your hear, groans and moans escaping his lips as he leans back against the table. "Fuck, baby. You really know how to work that mouth," he mumbles, a deep grunt following after as you continue to massage his balls, tongue swirling around his girth.

Every so often, you graze your teeth against him, sending his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he grips your hair just a little harder, his dick hitting the back of your throat. This causes you to gag, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure through Jay as he feels himself inching closer towards his release. "W-wish he c-could see you like t-this, on y-your knees for m-me," he mutters in between pants, tugging on your hair as you let out a gasp at his filthy thought, the feeling finally throwing him over the edge as he releases into your mouth, his body shaking ever so slightly. You swallow his seed, running your tongue over your lips before smacking them, his taste making you smile.

Your expression quickly morphs into one of surprise though, as Jay doesn't waste a second in pulling you up roughly by the arms, only to throw you onto the couch, the menacing glint back in his eyes. "All fours," he growls, and you find yourself complying, scampering to get back on your knees while a giggle escapes your lips in anticipation for what's to come. But instead of feeling his member against your core, what you feel is a sharp pain across your butt, realizing belatedly that you just got slapped. Turning your head back, you see him smirking once again, taking a condom out of his jeans as he says, "What was that giggle for, hmm? You think it's funny?" Before you can reply, though, he thrusts into you without warning, pushing hilt deep before pulling back out, eliciting a loud moan from you. "That's right love. Tell them who's showing you a good time," he says, moving into you again, hitting right into your G-spot and making you see stars.

"Ah fuck Jay. Go faster," you moan out, earning another slap on your butt, the man behind you growling, "I didn't say you get to make demands," while continuing to thrust into you, pushing you dangerously close to your edge. Just when you feel you're about to cum though, Jay suddenly stops moving altogether, making you let out a whine in frustration. "I have half a mind to just leave you hanging like that," he says, a chuckle escaping his lips, "But since you're being so good to me. I'll let you cum. But only when I tell you to." And with that, he finally begins to thrust into you again, his movements becoming sloppier as he nears his own climax. Soon enough, you feel the knot in your stomach about to burst, barely managing to moan out an "I'm a-about to-." Slowing his movement once again, Jay grunts, "Wait for me, love," as you feel your climax receding back, the exhaustion leaving you breathless and wanting more.

You buck out your hips, hoping to get him to move faster, and to your surprise, he complies, picking up the pace again, his grunts becoming louder as he releases into the condom, the sensation enough to throw you over the edge again, as you cum all over his sheathed member, eyes closing shut from the sheer intensity. Coming down from your high, you all but collapse onto the couch as Jay gently pulls out of you, grabbing a napkin from the table and coming over to clean you up. You belatedly register what he's doing, smiling to yourself. He had always been gentle that way, remembering to help you up after ruining you completely. "Let's get you home," he says softly, throwing your dress towards you.

As you begin to get dressed, Jay can't help the smile ghosting over his lips as he thinks to himself, "Did I just catch feelings?"

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Back with a slightly more serious request, but do you have some headcanons for what it would be like to be one of the knights while also having chronic pain? Feel free to ignore this of course, it is quite specific lol

are you kidding me laurie, you're giving me a wonderful idea here, as if i could possibly ignore any merlin requests, especially from you, that's just ridiculous. ofc i'll write this! i was debating for a little bit whether i'd do all of them separate and then throw in some romantic aspects as well but i decided against that, so we'll see how this turns out and if maybe you're gonna have to deal with all of them as potential love interests too

- First of all, this is assuming you’re randomly joining them in that episode at the end of season three, kind of like Percival but not at all like Percival. No associations, except for possibly Merlin. Don’t ask me how, maybe you were a merchant who coincidentally came across them and knows how to use a sword. Maybe you’ve been trying to become a knight all your life. Who knows. Anyway

- At the start, it takes a ton of explaining for them to understand. Like, a ton. Some of them may get it easier, but you're gonna have to spend like an hour explaining it to Arthur and Percival (the latter is very concerned). I think Lancelot and Elyan will actually get it the fastest, idk Elyan just strikes me as the type who doesn't mind it much and Lancelot's just so respectful that when you say that you can manage most days, he accepts it and moves on. He's not fussing, he doesn't need to understand all of it, he just needs to know that you're okay.

- The way this came up was probably because you had a bad day and five out of five knights got sO worried thinking that you were injured somehow that they gave you negative two seconds to explain and instead wrapped you in every type of clothing they could find and made you warm soup and checked like four times for any blood and either Percival or Gwaine 100% carried you, depending on if you were in Camelot definitely straight to Gaius.

- After explaining, it also takes the same amount of, if not more, time to run by them if and what help you need, and whether you want it, and how you want it, and especially how you want them to treat you. Like you definitely need to be comfortable talking about your boundaries with them, because let's be real, basically only Lancelot is able to somewhat pick up on social cues without necessarily looking for them.

- But in the end once you've talked about it, they try their absolute best to remind themselves and each other of this. It may take a bit of time for them to get around to treating you like they did before and it certainly takes a lot of time for them to (if you said you're comfortable) go physically "rougher" again like they do with each other.

- Whatever you do and say you should never underestimate how absolutely willing these men are to work and to help and to support. Like whatever you say about your illness will count as a law to them - if you ask about this, they'll just repeatedly shrug and tell you that "it's your body and you know best" and then continue to do literally whatever you ask for.

- At some point, if sooner or later after that first introduction to your illness, you come up with basically a whole manual for different kinds of days. If you say you're having a good day, they'll know to treat you differently than when you say you're having a bad day. And as I said: they're literally ready to do whatever.

- Percival will always offer to carry you and when Gwaine sees you're doing worse he absolutely will too, though genuinely I would advise you to choose carefully based on whether you want to be and feel safe (pick Percival) or just have a fun time with a high risk of bumping against trees and walls and horses (pick Gwaine). Like the others will probably carry you as well and if you ask, definitely without any sign of discontent, but Gwaine and Percival are the ones who are most likely to offer themselves all the time.

- You'll make a wonderful knight anyway, none of them would ever dare question that or your skills. They won't pretend you're a baby. They'll give you chainmail and a sword and take you into battle to fight alongside them. They'll armwrestle you and make you collect firewood and Arthur will still have you take watches and still give you all responsibility for the horses at night.

- They're very, very protective though, so you can bet your ass that if there's something that they can avoid happening to you they absolutely will. Even if this is just a little task that's easily done. Like, they'll do anything ranging from sweeping to fucking killing a guy. Imagine Gwaine cheekily manoeuvring a wet towel out of your hands and cleaning the table you made a mess off, or Arthur straight up giving you days off of patrol to do it himself. This is not at all something to say "you're ill, you can't do this" because they know that you can, this is just a "This could possibly inconvenience you so I'm doing it for you"

- okay as I said I had some romantic things in mind beforehand, so last but not least I'll quickly get those out of my brain all in one and all in very quick, very short sentences:

Gwaine would make a point of picking flowers and collecting sweet, small things for you to distract you when you're having a not so good day, it's basically become a ritual.

Percival would make sure not to leave your side and, if you're okay with it, always have his arm around you or have you lean your head on his shoulder, just a little physical contact for grounding.

Lancelot would spend even more time with you - if you don't send him away - so that first of all, you're never bored, always having someone to talk to, and also that if you do need help, you won't need to wait for it for an hour.

Leon would be a bit of all, just being there with you, helping you as much as he can and as much as you allow. just handing you the water bottle before you can ask, helping you onto your horse, stuff like that

and I don't know shit about Elyan so

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Okokok, I said that I was thinking about writing BJ fanfics, but I didn't share my ideas with you!

Now, I only have the outline for the stories which I included below (this contains spoilers for them btw). And, I can't garantee that I'll write them (we'll see, and we'll also see if I can pull them off).

I should also warn you that they're quite cheesy (I'm lonely and it shows) lol

Even though I said they're mostly self-indulgent, I hope at least one of these ideas interest someone lmao.

*MY FIC IDEAS*

• Summoning A Demon To Keep You Company:

One particular night when you're lonely, you decide to summon a demon to feel less alone. That's how you met Beej.

After learning that you're both lonely you make a deal, you say his name and in return he keeps you company.

You were a little distrustful, but since you were already planning on summoning a demon you just go "fuck it" and say his name three times. Coming to your senses the next day, you think of banishing him, but you don't know how, and of course, he doesn't let you and convinces you not to.

Now you have to learn to live with a demon, including finding ways to make him shower after he finds out you have difficulty sleeping and keeps insisting on cuddling you, "to help ya out babes", he said (not to mention that there's only one bed and he forgot to tell you he doesn't need to sleep, yes I'm using that trope, sue me). Eventually he grows on you and you find out you have feelings for him.

What ensues is learning how to deal with the fact that you have feelings for a literal dead guy, and eventually when he confesses how to banish him and you realize you still want him in your life, what it's like dating him.

• Soulmates AU:

In which everyone has a soulmate (duh), and receives a necklace when they're born that lights up whenever you're near your soulmate, but turns black when they die.

Yours has been black ever since you were born, which hurt at first but eventually made you come to terms with the fact that you would never meet your soulmate. That is until one day you discover there's an afterlife and maybe there's a way for you to contact them.

Attempting to contact your soulmate, something goes wrong and a demon runs away with you necklace, so you hire the renowned demon Betelgeuse to help you get it back and find your soulmate. In the process of doing this you both fall for each other and angst ensues as neither of you admit your feelings or feel like you can't be together (since y'know, you're looking for your soulmate).

***SPOILER***

If you couldn't already tell, the plot twist of this fic is that he was your soulmate all along. Eventually you guys find out, confess your feelings for each other and, yay! Happy Ending! Or is it? After that, it's just stories of what it's like to be with your soulmate or maybe how that doesn't fix every problem in a relationship or idk I never got this far when concocting this idea.

• Childhood Friends AU:

Where you and Beej meet as children since he was the tiny demon haunting your house and you were the only person in there who could see ghosts. At first you have a rivalry and hate each other. He liked causing chaos and getting you in trouble so you tried to stop him. One night though, he sees you crying and comforts you, eventually opening up to you about his mother. And you two become bff's after that. You grow up and are always there for each other.

Then when you're teens, you start crushing on him, but Juno forces him to get a job as a Netherworld guide (which he hates) and he starts dating another ghost. You stop seeing each other as often, as you're both too busy with other stuff. You eventually move on with your life.

Years later you start seeing someone, just as BJ starts growing more and more frustrated with his job. He decides to change things up a little and start working in secret as what he calls a "bio-exorcist", Juno catches wind of this and as punishment banishes him to the land of the living, cursing him. He then finds out the ghost he had been dating betrayed him.

Alone and invisible, he goes to you for help and comfort. And comes to realize he had feelings for you (but you're seeing someone).

One day your partner cheats on you and breaks your heart and BJ is there to pick you up. Months later, after a heated discussion he admits he has feelings for you. You too have feelings for him but are a bit hesitant, eventually you guys have your first kiss and go to bed cuddling. You wake up the next day next to him feeling warm inside and realizing how natural being with him felt.

• Now *time* (sorry) for the Time Travel Fic!:

You're in an established relationship with Betelgeuse when for some reason you're sent 50 years to the past. You're alone and confused and about to cry not knowing what to do. You're about to get assaulted and in your panic you summon Beej. He appears and saves you, but he doesn't know who you are, how you summoned him or how you know so much about him. You realize you're seeing past Betelgeuse, before you. You try to get him to help you get back to the future while trying to hide the fact that you know him (since paradoxes or whatever). You find more about what he was like before he met the Deetz/Maitlands.

With time he finds out you were his partner. Eventually you guys find a way to get you back and he's sad that he's going to go back to being alone, but is comforted by the knowledge that this loneliness is temporary, since he's gonna meet you again in the future, have a family with the Deetz/Maitlands, and he won't be alone anymore.

• Colorblindness

Finally, this is more of a ficlet idea, but one thing you should know about me is that I'm colorblind, and one of the things that come as a result of my type of colorblindness is that I can't tell when people blush. In fact, I didn't even know blushing was a thing and not just something you see in cartoons until I was 18. Well I was thinking about s reader who had never been able to tell when people blushed until they meet BJ, and how convenient it is for them that he has mood ring hair and they don't need to tell anymore since his hair always gives him away lol.

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I was originally going to write this on the reblog of another post, but I don't want to bother the op of that post with this short essay so I'll do it on my own post.

ok like i dont want to be harsh to something that we have literally not even seen in motion but i absolutely hate the lighting and texturing of this. I thought this was a promo for the nintendo park at first. It doesn't look like a mushroom kingdom it looks like the nintendo amusement park. It even has the same harsh sunlight over harsh pavement like universal's park. And the hills... I don't know, I find them really unappealing. The grass detail doesn't sit right with me, it looks too real and too fake at the same time.

Super Mario odyssey looks better than this thing honestly, that game also went for a bit more detail than other mario games and it did a really good job of it, making it look better than the plastic look of 3D World. But this one seems to have gone too far in the other direction.

The more I look into the giant pipe wall the more it makes sense, but at first glance it looks really unappealing to me. I don't know, I feel like I'm being biased against a really superficial image of the movie, but it already strikes a bad chord with me. I guess it depends on the script - the sonic movies in my opinion glow because of their understanding of the sonic characters and it's good usage of them. This may be able to do the same for Mario... but we'll see.

Also they literally copy-pasted one of the pieces for this wall

Like i guess it's kind of unfair to expect them to copy paste anything, and it's the only thing that's clearly copy-pasted, but whatever.

Also how do those blocks connect to the wall? Even in smb3they made sense as random boxes that sat on the ground. Why is this attached to this wall?

Here's some fanart art by Hans Teng (@oxfruit, responsible for among other things the freaking BGs of Steven Universe) of Peach's castle. And while this is 2D and not 3D and this is a different part of the kingdom, this already shows understanding of a pleasing color palete and lighting, as well as how to adapt the mario world in a way that looks... cohesive, like it's a real world and not a bunch of random blocks, while retaining enough aspects of the original world for it to be faithful. And this type of knowledge could've been applied to a 3D project as well.

Here's some fanart by Rafeal on DeviantArt of the mushroom kingdom that I'm including because I really liked it, but also because it also looks like a good adaptation of Mario elements in a more cohesive style. It also has a better color palette and a better use of texturing. Makes me thing a more stylized look would look better for a mario movie, but illumination only makes movies on one style so idk.

And THIS is concept art for Mario Odyssey. Art that's literally meant to be adapted into 3D later. And this too, to me, looks more visually interesting, or nice, pleaseant. While the poster above looks like... an advertisement for a theme park.

I feel I have two big things on my back - the hate of the generic style while a more stylized one could look beautiful, and the hate of the actual structure of the world in the poster. It looks like the theme park in Japan, and that's not a compliment. When the creators of Mario Odyssey draw the mushroom kingdom like THIS... why, when free from the contraints that come from creating a playable Mario scene, do you try to imitate visually unappealing aspects of a world? Why stick to blocks? Why can't you reimagine the world in a more creative light? But again... it's clear why. It's an advertisement for the park. It's clear as fucking day. It looks like an amusement park because that's why they are promoting it. Maybe that's why they are making it.

...But I guess we'll have to wait until two days from now...