#if you're gonna fight with me about this. please don't. im not here to fight im here to vent/ramble

[nemesyaaa]

sweet creature // truck driver!rafe x housewife!reader

summary : just a few mixed headcanons.

warnings : +18 content. minors dni. strong age gap. sweetheart x old man trope. smut. p in v. teasing. smoking. size difference. full nelson position bc big men lovers club here. hand fetish(sorry.). sleazy!rafe. squirting. loss of virginity. please, be aware of the warnings before reading.

author's note : muchas gracias a mi dulce @rafesangelita for giving me the idea bc i really loved to work on the concept of truck driver!rafe. shout out to crush by ethel cain too for give me the inspo of the story. <333

can't stop thinking about truck driver!rafe who's a proud working man. he's soooo bulky from charging alone some weighty goods on his eight wheelers everyday to deliveries driving for weeks and days. he's massive without forcing just because he's doing so hard with his hands on daily.

speaking of this, he's got such big sized hands. apparent thick veins on the back and calloused on the palms. large fingers with too much strength. easier for him to manhandle you or lift you up. they're very manly and rough. fat and round biceps with a strong size. he's tall and big, literally showing you without speaking who’s the man of the house, and who you belong to. you feel so secure every time he's around because you can be sure no one is touching you, no one is looking down at you, no one just dare to even glance at you. he doesn’t like to fight because he doesn't want you to think he's gonna hurt you one day, but if it's for you, he can do anything.

even if you don't like it, he's always smoking a bunch of cigarettes while he's driving and listening to some kind of old music. john denver or johnny cash are his favs.

he's always buying some new marlboro reds at the gas station with some gum when he's taking a break. if he's not smoking, he's chewing some gums until there is no flavor. he's just needs to get something in his mouth. just a bad habit.

he’s a loyal man that doesn't care about women hitting on him at the gas station. but sometimes, he's nostalgic because years ago , you were one of them. you were that pretty rebelious girl who's acting like she has no dad, no family and proudly flirting with him, doesn't give a fuck about getting away with a stranger. at first, you called him old man to joke. at contrary, he directly called you sweetheart, thinking that you're such a sweet thing.

both of you ended up in the motel. “ im curious of what you’ve got in your pants, old man. ” “ you're too young for that shit. ” “ huh, huh…don't you think it's more like you're too old for that shit, sir ? ” the smirk on his face at the moment was really something else. that fucking attitude of yours making him bite his lips.

the minute after, you were pinned down on the mattress, his whole body size over yours. “ repeat it. ” “ i said, you're too old to fuck, sir. ” “ isn’t a fucking virgin thing who doesn't even know anything about the word she's saying who's talking right now ? ” “ I'm not a virgin. ” you lied, rolling your eyes at the sight. “ i swear, I'm not ! ” he laughed softly. “ why are you lying, so eager to be a little slut ? that's why you ran away with strangers like me ?” it was the first time a man like that, and you were speechless. not in a bad way. it was just surprising. “ i think you're forgetting your manners. ” he said carefully, his blue gaze burning over yours.

“ if you want it, i will fuck you. but i need you to say it. clear and ‘oud. ” you turned your head away because there's no way you're gonna say such a thing to him. “ i will find someone else then. that receptionist girl was pre…” “ fuck me. ” you quickly said before repeating it slower and clearly. “ i want you to fuck me…” “ alright. spread those fucking legs for me, sweetheart…huh, look at you, being so wet for me…you really need me.” “ ugh, just touch me ! stop talking, old man. ” you gasped. “ remember that you asked for it. ”

“ yea, yea. ” he started to unbuckle his belt before taking off his pants. your mouth was gagging at his fat cock hanging between his heavy thighs. “ it’s not gonna suck itself. ” you gasped loudly, swallowing hard. “ i j-just don't know how to do it…show me please. ” “ fine. after all, it's my job as your eldest. ”

and that's how you consumed your first night with rafe.

truck driver!rafe who’s got such a pretty polaroid of you that stays and never leaves his truck. there is your lipstick stains on it and a sweet “ good luck ” written on the white space.

as a good housewife, you always prepare him some delicious meals to keep him fed even if he's away. you're always checking on your man' and loves when he's gaining more weight.

he's starting to get old, hitting his forties soon. he doesn't really care about his physic anymore but you still find him so attractive. when you met him, he was already a grown man so it didn't really change anything. he loves to wear a cap on his messy mullet, thinking that it makes him look cool. biggest tees with long sleeves lover. the fabric is not good enough to hide his muscular frame because his big size is so obvious. and he's wearing those blue jeans that fit his muddy boots.

he's not very hairy, but he's not the type to shave often like he used to when he was younger. he's fine with the apparent thick hair of his happy trail and mustache that makes him look like an 80's pornstar. when he's come home, shirtless and sweating, he's just serving you the best look to fuck.

you're obsessed with his scent after a long shift work. you don't care how strong he smells, you just want to hug him and never leave. while he's holding you tight, he's getting you locked on his hug, your face buried against his heavy and glistening chest. and you can't help but kiss his wet sweating tee.

even if he's tired, just knows this man gonna fuck you very hard, especially when you're so clingy to him. you can forget vanilla with truck driver!rafe, there's no way he's gonna be sweet on your fucking pussy, especially after you've been teasing him with dirty pictures of yourself while he was away and driving. also, he does need some stress relief so prepare to be dumb for at least one fucking day raw.

he's excited the moment he sees you. there is no more teasing. he's now in charge of everything and you better take everything he's gonna give you. this is not like he gives you other choices. at this moment, his favorite position to fuck you will be full nelson because you're trapped on his tight muscular hold, forced to bounce on the thickness of his dick. he's dicking you down so hard that you could hear the famous flap flap flap of his heavy balls slapping your skin.

“ don't fucking move. ” he treaths you with the raspy sound of his voice, while your body is bouncing at every of his thrusts. you're shaking loudly on his rocked abs, lips filled with drool and tears running down your heated cheeks. ” you're so fucking tight..! gonna give your pussy a big stretch…fuck ! ”

every back and forth is powerful enough to make your pussy throbs. the way his fleshy cock is moving and bruising your hole — going further and further to the point your stomach is filled with every inch of his shaft, the veiny lines of his dick pulsating inside your cunt and growing harder on your belly. all your whines and cries are nothing for the truck driver, nothing more than a sign to fuck you even faster and stronger. he still holding your twitching body against his toned chest, feeling every squirms of yours on his sweaty skin, and his hands grips at your back legs, while giving you the craziest thrusts. his hands feel so warm and huge on your lower tummy, fingers bruising at your belly while his length is striking to your spot each time. “ you're d-deep…fuck, rafe !! ah…it feels so good…” you cry out of emotions, tears bursting on your face again. “ yea, right ? fucking deep’. you really feel it inside you baby. ”

he's stretching your cunt so well that you can't stop screaming and quivering, feeling his sweat sticking to your body. his breathing is hard and heavy on the side of your cheeks, his jaw slacks but he keeps his mouth wide open loudly panting and getting deeper and stronger, lips tugging at your ears.

he's such a bully. i mean, his dick is. hitting and hitting your g-spot with any fucking breaks, always striking at it like a weapon. getting no mercy and pity on the way he's making you cry. he loves to see your face turning dumb, eyes wide shut, mouth leaking too much saliva, stupid babbles coming from your trembling lips. he's just pushing himself so deep inside your swollen core, breathy moans filling his lips as his cock hardly twitch between your walls, making your throbs even more. you can't even breathe without choking on yourself.

it's like he knows how to take all your energy with his thrusts. his cock won't leave your pussy alone, the veins still hard and bulged with pumping blood, and balls full even after your first orgasm. but not only he wanted you to come but to squirt too.

“ r-rafe, i feel it coming…nghh! ah stop. i c-ca…” “ just let it go, baby. can you do that for me ? ” and it happens just two seconds after, your stretched pussy opening bigger to splash a strong liquid over your folds and making a pool everywhere on yourself. you can't even process the situation that his dick is back into your walls again, merciless pounding your wetted hole. with the same fucked pace. you're such a shivering mess you can't feel anything except the length that's driving hard in your soaked insides. now that you're squirted, it's such a big wet place on your cunt. and he leads him to make you squirt another time. the sound of your pussy pumping his dick is so squishy and loud.

when he comes inside you, you can be sure it's gonna leak a lot from your slick. he's gonna fuck until his balls are empty, and your pussy gonna coats with so much of his sperm.

to be sure of his cock being dry, he's softly slapping at your lips with the tip, and making you clean it. he loves how sloppy you're sucking when you're tired, but he's a hard sucker for the look you give him when his dick weakly falls out of your mouth, and a stream of his sperm sticks at your lower lips.

and you're just off, laying your body back to the sheets.

you can't believe this man was soon forties. you simply can't believe it.

[kaiaotic]

"just do your makeup here"

description: you were going to do your makeup in another room since schlatt was streaming but he didn't want you to leave just yet.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀tags: fluff! sappy & soft schlatt, female reader!

authors note: been having a schlatt hyperfixation again its been so long since ive had this phase but im SO back..also first post!! lolzz

you walked out of the bathroom after washing your face and pass by schlatt's desk, not caring too much about the camera that had you in frame.

"you guys-..what is wrong with qoobo? that's qoobo you fuckers!" schlatt talked to the camera and turned around to the fuzzy robot that wagged its tail. you laughed as you sat on the bed and grabbed your makeup bag and started to head out to the door.

"toots, where'ya goin'?" schlatt turned to you and looked at you with pleading eyes that read "don't leave please."

"i was just gonna do my makeup, why?"

"just do your makeup here," he pats his lap and fully turns his body, spinning the chair around.

you tilted your head in confusion but shrugged, "okay.." you sat on his lap and got comfy, his arms naturally wrapping around you, his chin resting on your shoulder, kissing behind your ear, you can feel him smiling against your skin.

"show the camera what you're doing doll, all the femboys on here can take notes"

you snorted a laugh and sighed, "okay, sure..you know you have a lot of women in here too right?"

schlatt looked at the camera with a deathstare and back to you, "what's that?" he said, pointing to your concealer,

"that's my concealer..let me do my makeup first and then i'll explain."

you go step by step, showing the camera your products as you do your makeup. schlatt just admires you in the monitor, watching the stream playback and how you just do your makeup, his left elbow resting on the armrest as his hand rests under his chin watching you. his right hand snakes down and just rests on your thigh, tracing small circles on your skin.

"okay for my lip combo--where is it..." you looked around for your lip gloss and schlatt sat up and turned to his other desk, grabbing the lip gloss he loved so much and handed it to you.

you thanked him and applied your lipliner and lipgloss, clapping as you finished, "anddddd that's what i do, okay bye"

you giggled and grabbed your makeup bag and got up, feeling the cold air as schlatt's hand left your thigh. schlatt laughed as you quickly left, knowing you aren't the most comfortable in front of the camera. he reached out and grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him.

"i'll finish up soon, okay princess?" schlatt looked up at you and smiled. you nodded and smiled back, leaning in and kissing him before walking out of his room.

he turned to the computer, rubbing and smacking his lips as your lip combo was now on him.

"chat, you guys wish you could taste this shit. it's addicting for real."

bunnybun1343x: LMAOOO okay schlames scharles ninjaxx242: can her boyfriend fight?

he read the chat and laughed, "SCHLAMES SCHARLES?" he shook his head, laughing. "and yes i can fuckin' fight, i'd fuckin' kill you if it meant y/n was on the line...

and this lip gloss too, it tastes so good."

[rooniearts]

Metal Wins Asks 1: Initial Reactions

YALL TORE ME APARRRTTTT IN THE ASKBOX LOL THANK YOU FOR ALL THE RESPONSES!!! I'm glad to see that the AU has been well received despite it all! :'D I already have enough asks about it (TWENTY SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!) to justify a longpost, so here goes!

Any trigger warnings that pertain to the Metal Wins AU are gonna apply here in the discussion, just so you're warned. You can find the warning under my pinned post

@railway323

IM SORRAYYYYYYY,,,, IT HAD TO HAPPENNNNN,,,,

@zezodacol

yeahh,,,, yeahhhh,,,....,..,

@akaneenaka33

Unfortunately, it's gonna have to be cruel and unusual punishment for now :') This AU works differently from my other ones in the sense that this one has a bit of a running story to it, so I can't tell you much without spoiling things.

The basic premise is that this incident happens and everyone has to navigate how they cope with it, Metal included. Some find their way through, while others continue to spiral downwards to rock bottom.

MY BABY BOYYY!!!!!!!!! MY LITTE GUYYYYY!!!!! AUUGHHHHH

@niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian

The true answer is that I just thought Metal looked really cool whenever I put blood on him and then it just kinda went downhill from there </3

So. Metal killed him and brought him there to mess with Sonic. That's about the lore I can give you about it for now unfortunately, except for the few other bits and pieces throughout the rest of this post :')

@sanicdetails

YOU KNOW WHAT. Good point. All crimes have been forgiven <3

@sparkyboi

NEVERRRR!!!! IF SEGA CAN KILL TAILS THEN SO CAN I!!!!!!!

BWUH,,,, Tails nation please don't publicly execute me I would be so very sad

@disgruntled-rat

YAYYY thank goodness...... I may rejoin my people..............

@thatbirdguyy

Unfortunately for our little guy, it is by decree of the author that he Must suffer. It is simply inevitable for any Tails enthusiast to put him through the wringer </3

ALSO YO?? I love your art and au sm! :D I'm so glad you find mine interesting too!! <3

@thecustomcosplayed

HE DID NOTHING WRONGGG THATS THE WORST PART,,, MY POOR LIL GUY DOESN'T DESERVE THISSSS

Ohohhhh yess ! I too love me a good whump au or two

Oh, he was long gone before Metal even showed up with him :( There was nothing they could've done

@cheeseburgerhelper

See, Metal wanted an efficient kill, but the problem is that Tails isn't about to go down without a fight. That's why he got so brutal, and also why he's sporting some scuffs and dents.

@humble-introvert0808

LMAOOO NOO MY GIRL AMY 😭 I do really enjoy this response to seeing me kill off my blorbo baby boy being "ooohh do mine next!! do mine next!!" bcus it's so so real

I prob won't do anything like that anytime soon, but rest assured that Amy's a MAJOR player in this AU and gets to be sad asf a LOT <3

@anactualfuckingnerd

Well. Yes. But I get the feeling that it's not what the most of y'all are looking for rn because Metal does, in fact, NOT get obliterated immediately :'D

Sonic WISHES he could've pulverized Metal on the spot, but no, he lost the fight and Metal got away. Sure, he was mad, but more angry =/= better at fighting

The next part (which I'm currently working on!) will go over this, but basically it was a fit of jealous rage. A "if I can't have this, then you can't either" type of thing.

But you're right. The real Sonic would NEVER have done that. Metal's realization of this fact is the basis that sets off his character arc and exploring that is what half of this AU is all about :]

(I use any pronouns for my version of Metal! I tend to mostly use he/him before character growth, and mostly they/them and she/her after, but y'all can use whatever)

YEAH they are fighting an uphill battle for that redemption arc after this one :') They fucked up BADDDDDD and they KNOW it.

LMAOOASDFGH,,, It's definitely a slow climb for her :'D All will be revealed in due time!

HELP NOOOO NOT THE BLAME SHIFTIIINGGG!!!! HES THE BLAME SHIFTER!!!!!!

I think he might have, like, a twinge of resentment towards him about it, but on some level he does understand that Silver had no earthly chance of knowing even if he is from the future. That, and Silver's like one of the only people who are willing to go along with his murder death revenge quest, so he can't afford to piss him off lol

Even still, I'm sure it comes out as snide remarks once in a while though :')

@i-only-created-this-to-read

The Tornado is fine! It's probably just sitting in Tails' hangar, collecting dust. No one can bear looking at it right now.

And oof. That's actually hard to say! I don't think I can accurately place it in a specific game timeline, unfortunately. But I can say that Sage isn't here nor has she been created yet (as much as I love her </3 but my co-auther hasn't played Frontiers) Eggman will behave much like he does in IDW, if that gives you a good reference point.

Eggman is very much alive, and we will see him! But no, he's NOT happy about any of this. We'll see this explored later, but yes, he absolutely sees Metal as a liability now that he's gone and painted such a HUGE target on their backs. And also little mad that he acted autonomously and took away a potential asset/victory from him.

From what I've heard, he needs either the real or fake set of Chaos Emeralds to do that....??? And right now he has neither, so no, unfortunately not :') He's never once allowed near any of the emeralds, because his friends know he's crashing out and will hurt himself and others if he goes super/dark. They spend the whole time playing Emerald Hot Potato to keep them from him lol

Sonic absolutely drops his whole being the better person shtick IMMEDIATLY though, at least regarding Metal. He's gone too far, and now there's no more second chances for him. As far as Sonic's concerned, Metal is to be destroyed on sight.

YES! Or, at least, Shadow tries. He tries to reach out, and he tries to help him cope, but Sonic just isn't open to it. He's not in a headspace to be able to receive any advice at all.

@i-only-created-this-to-read

Honestly, I like to think Amy probably came crying to him and told him about it pretty much immediately, and that he becomes one of the biggest comforts to her during all of this. He seems like he'd be a great listener and give some top tier advice <3

@anactualfuckingnerd

LMAOOOO yeahh,,.,,, Valid reaction

[hummingbird24220]

Hi hi hi hiiii!

May i request... Some funny shenanigans in Arabastra where Strawhat!reader is simpin for the Croco? 👀😳 Kinda...crack-adjecent 🤭 Like... "You come here often?" while being stuck in a cage or "What can that hook do?" before it reveals to have a poison kind of stupid?

Please please with a banana on top? 💜

Yes. Yessss. Not really plot-adjacent - this is not really plot adjacent but hey ho - im here for croc, not plot accuracy.

Sand Daddy Issues

One piece x reader (reader simping for croccy)

It was a hot, dry day in Alabasta. You were dehydrated. You were sunburnt. You were in a literal cage suspended above a pit of banana gators.

And yet…

“Okay but like, hear me out,” you said, clutching the iron bars and watching as Sir Crocodile dramatically turned to leave, “does anyone else think he’s kinda... hot?”

Smoker made a choked noise. Nami turned slowly to stare at you like you just licked a cactus.

Zoro let out a suffering sigh. “I’d say you’ve lost your mind, but I’m pretty sure you never had one.”

“He’s the enemy,” Nami hissed.

“He’s got eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man,” you whispered reverently, leaning your cheek against the bars. “And I, for one, respect that.”

Crocodile paused halfway down the stairs, clearly hearing that. He didn’t turn around.

Usopp yanked you away from the bars. “Have you SEEN the size of his hook?!”

“I KNOW, right?” you whispered back with a dangerous sparkle in your eyes.

“No—I meant—it’s poisonous!!” Usopp panicked.

Luffy, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the cage, tilted his head. “You wanna date him or fight him?”

You lifted a finger. “Yes.”

Zoro facepalmed so hard he nearly gave himself a concussion. “We are going to die in this cage, and the last thing I’m gonna hear is you thirsting over a Warlord.”

“You say that like it’s not completely valid,” you replied. “He’s rich, he's powerful, and he wears fur in the desert. That’s commitment. That’s fashion. That’s—”

“Insanity,” Smoker growled from the corner of the cage. “You damn pirates are all insane.”

“Oh c’mon, Smokey,” you said sweetly. “Don't tell me you’ve never looked at him and thought ‘I bet that hook could—’”

“I will dropkick you into the sand,” he interrupted.

“I welcome that energy,” you said with a wink.

Suddenly the floor beneath the cage rumbled.

Everyone looked down at once.

Zoro cursed. “Banana gators.”

You looked down too, then up at the ceiling, clasping your hands. “Dear sweet Croco-daddy, please don't let me die before I get to ask if you're single.”

Crocodile finally turned around, exasperated.

“You done?” he drawled.

You smiled brightly. “That depends. You free Friday?”

“WE’RE IN A CAGE!” Nami yelled, shoving you.

Luffy laughed. “This is fun.”

Zoro started trying to bend the bars with his bare hands.

Smoker tried to light a cigar and nearly choked on the rage.

Usopp curled into a ball.

And you? You leaned toward Crocodile and whispered through the bars with a sultry grin:

“So uh… you come here often?”

-

You weren’t sure what was more terrifying: the banana gators below, the creaking sound the cage kept making, or the fact that Crocodile still hadn’t said no to your flirting.

“Well?” you said hopefully, gripping the bars like a maiden in a tragic play. “If you’re gonna feed us to the gators, can you at least tell me your favorite flower first?”

Crocodile raised a brow. “Why?”

“So I can haunt you properly.”

That actually got a snort out of him. A real one. A Warlord-of-the-Sea-smirking-at-your-bad-flirting kind of snort.

“I prefer silence,” he said, but there was amusement dancing in his voice. The bastard was enjoying this.

Next to him, Nico Robin covered her mouth as if yawning, but you saw the smile behind her hand.

“She likes you,” Robin said casually, voice as smooth as sand through fingers.

“I respect him,” you corrected, with the sincerity of someone about to perish and still down bad. “And maybe also wanna braid his hair a little.”

“You’re insane,” Smoker muttered. “This is a hostage situation.”

“She’s mentally unwell,” Nami added.

“I think it’s romantic!” Luffy said helpfully.

Crocodile made a little hum in his throat and gestured with one sharp wave of his hook. “Leave them. Let the banana gators line up. One by one.”

“Oh! Like a buffet,” you chirped, nodding. “Very organized. Love that.”

He looked back over his shoulder, meeting your eyes. “Try not to scream too loud. It’s unpleasant.”

“Depends on the reason I’m screaming,” you said, entirely too suggestively.

Zoro audibly gagged. Usopp started praying to every god he knew. Smoker tried to chew his cigar into dust.

And with that, Crocodile turned and left, cape billowing. Robin gave you a tiny finger wave as she followed, definitely amused.

The gators below growled.

“…He totally stayed to listen,” you said a moment later, peering down the corridor.

“FOCUS,” Nami yelled.

The gators were starting to line up like actual dinner guests at a five-course buffet.

Cue: panic.

And then—ka-chunk—something rustled in the corner of the pit. A familiar mop of black hair appeared in the shadows.

“Hmm? This door was unlocked,” said Sanji’s voice.

“SANJI!!!” you all screamed.

He looked up at the cage, blinking. “Oh, look at that. Caged birds. And my lovely caged angel—wait, WHY is she leaning out like she’s waiting for a date?”

“She’s looking for Crocodile,” Zoro groaned. “She thinks he’s her boyfriend now.”

“He might be!” you said defensively. “Did you see the way he looked back? That was at least a third-date look.”

Before anyone could argue further, the floor shifted again.

A geyser of wax exploded from the floor as Mr. 3 was forcibly thrown into the pit by the very gator who’d eaten him. Chaos exploded. Banana gators roared. Usopp screamed like a haunted kettle.

You?

You were still cupping your hands around your eyes, peering dramatically into the distance.

“…Guys. I swear he’s still watching.”

“You mean Crocodile?” Sanji asked.

You nodded dreamily.

Smoker stared at you like he was about to launch himself out of the cage just to get away. “You’re delusional.”

“I prefer ‘dangerously charming,’” you replied.

-

The casino was crumbling.

You were running full speed through smoke, debris, and the echo of banana gators throwing tantrums. Nami was screaming something about “go left, LEFT—NO YOUR OTHER LEFT!” and Sanji was dropkicking a Baroque Works goon off your tail.

You, meanwhile, were having a very unfortunate moment of reflection.

“…So like. I get it now.”

“Not now,” Nami hissed.

“No, no, let me say this,” you insisted, ducking a falling ceiling tile. “I understand that yes, Crocodile is technically the villain. Like, warlord, attempted coup, sand powers of biblical proportions, poison hook, et cetera—I got it.”

Usopp wheezed. “Now?! You’re having a moral reckoning now?!”

“I’m saying I recognize that I went a bit too hard. Maybe I projected a little. Maybe I simp for rugged men with criminal tendencies and broad shoulders. I’m not proud, but I’m honest.”

Zoro, already fed up, turned mid-sprint just to smack the back of your head.

“OW—”

“You deserved that,” he said flatly.

“Maybe you should get more scars,” you muttered, rubbing your head. “Then maybe you’d make the cut.”

Sanji let out the loudest “TCH—” you’d ever heard in your life and nearly walked into a wall in protest. “Don’t you DARE compare that lizard freak to us.”

“Why not?” you shot back. “Crocodile appreciated me. He smirked. He lingered. He fed us to gators, but like—gently.”

Zoro looked like he was going to smack you again.

Smoker, running behind with Vivi, shouted, “If you ever say ‘gently’ and ‘fed us to gators’ in the same sentence again, I’m arresting you on principle.”

Vivi gasped between breaths. “He tried to kill my father!”

“I said I get it!” you said, holding your arms out. “I’m just… processing. I have a type, okay? I like rugged, dangerous men with mysterious pasts and possibly trench coats.”

Luffy, riding a broken door like a skateboard past the collapsing hallway, shouted, “Ooh! That sounds like Zoro!”

Zoro visibly recoiled. “Do not drag me into this!”

You placed a hand on your heart dramatically. “All I’m saying is—if Crocodile ever reforms and opens a beachside bar, I am first in line.”

Nami shoved you into a doorway just as a chandelier fell where you were standing. “And if you don’t shut up, I will personally bury you in the desert.”

You let out a deep sigh as the team stumbled out into the sunlight, coughing and covered in dust. “It’s okay. I know it’s over. It was never meant to be…”

Everyone relaxed for a second.

“…But maybe he’s watching from a dune somewhere. Just like—‘Ah, there goes that oddly charming disaster of a Straw Hat.’”

“I’m gonna throw you back inside,” Zoro muttered.

You stood on tiptoe and shouted toward the horizon.

“WAIT, TELL CROCO I LOVE HIM—”

A shoe hit you in the head. You didn’t know whose.

-

You weren’t sure how you got separated from the crew.

One minute you were arguing with Nami about whether it was technically a crush or a “psychological fascination with morally grey authority figures,” and the next, you were on a racing lizard, yelling directions like you knew where the hell Alubarna even was.

Your mouth was dry, your brain was dry, and your heart—tragically—was still moist for a certain Warlord.

You tumbled off the lizard when it reared near the palace gates. The streets were a warzone: rebels screaming, royal guards holding the line, Vivi’s voice echoing somewhere in the fray—but you?

You were disoriented. Sun-stroked. Dusty. Maybe dying.

And then—you saw him.

Sir Crocodile. Standing at the palace steps like the world belonged to him. Cape flowing. Hook glinting. Sand swirling dramatically like some desert-themed anime intro.

You squinted, wiped the dust from your face, and muttered:

“…Goddamn, he really is majestic.”

With no better plan, you staggered toward him, dusting yourself off and clearing your throat like you belonged there. His guards turned—tensed—but Crocodile held up a hand.

He looked you over.

“…You,” he said flatly.

“Me,” you breathed. “Back for round two.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Your crew escaped. Why are you here?”

“Distraction,” you said smoothly, pulling yourself up with all the poise you could muster. “The Straw Hats are all over the city. I figured I’d come by and… stall you.”

His brow lifted slightly. “By throwing yourself at me?”

“That’s phase one,” you said with a grin. “Phase two was gonna be seduction, but we’re on a tight schedule.”

He actually smirked. “You’re insane.”

You leaned on a column. “So I’ve been told. Repeatedly. In different languages.”

He stepped closer. “You’re lucky I find this entertaining.”

“Oh, I’m not lucky,” you said. “I’m charming. Big difference.”

You both paused in the eye of the storm. It was the closest thing to peace you’d had in hours.

Then, casually—too casually—Crocodile said, “By the way. I killed your captain. Straw Hat is dead.”

…

…

You blinked.

“That,” you said after a beat, “is a massive red flag.”

He arched a brow.

“I mean damn, Croco-Bae,” you said, backing up with a hand on your hip. “I know I like ‘em toxic, but that’s straight-up un-dateable behavior.”

“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” he said, voice low now, dangerous.

You shrugged. “I mean, yeah. But I was flirting, dude. You don’t just drop murder news mid-banter. That’s—bad form.”

And then he lunged.

You just barely dodged the first sand swipe, rolling across the sandstone tiles. He didn’t hesitate now—he came at you with the full weight of a Warlord, hook whistling through the air.

You pulled your weapon (a sad excuse of a sword/bo staff/whatever you had left after the explosion) and braced.

“You know what?” you shouted, ducking another attack. “This is why you’re single!”

He scoffed. “I prefer it.”

You threw a rock at his head.

He vaporized it with sand.

You screamed in frustration. “I WAS GONNA GIVE YOU A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET!”

“You were going to die!”

“I CAN MULTITASK!!”

Sand began to swirl dangerously around you both as his patience evaporated like water in the desert. Your stance was slipping. You weren’t a match—not really. But you weren’t going down simping.

At least not loudly.

-

You weren’t gonna win.

Not against him. Not in this state. You were sun-fried, bruised, cracked down the middle like a clay pot with too many metaphors, and Crocodile’s hook was swinging straight for your gut.

There was a woosh of sand, and you thought: Damn. He really is a 10… but so is arsenic.

You braced for the hit—

—and did get hit.

Just not by the hook.

A fist covered in haki, rage, and the sheer force of friendship collided with Crocodile’s smug jaw.

“YOU’RE NOT HURTING MY CREW!!!” Luffy shouted, voice pure fire.

You collapsed sideways in the sand, hook wound slicing deep across your side. It hurt. A lot. But it didn’t feel... final. Which, honestly, was a surprise.

You blinked up at the sky as Luffy went feral on Crocodile in the distance, fists flying, sand exploding, chaos reborn.

And all you could think was:

“…Okay but like… if he’d just not tried to murder everyone…”

You laughed softly to yourself—blood loss chuckle edition.

“…It could’ve worked out.”

And then you passed out.

-

Much Later...

You woke up in a bed too soft for the desert, draped in gauze and bad decisions.

The palace ceiling loomed above you. Golden light filtered through clean windows. Somewhere nearby, birds chirped, probably unaware that you almost had a villain redemption arc through sheer thirst.

You groaned.

Everything ached.

Your side was bandaged tight, your arms bruised, and your brain felt like someone had replaced it with a dried-out sponge.

You blinked slowly.

“…Did we win?”

“Unfortunately,” came Zoro’s voice from nearby.

You turned your head just in time to see him walk into view—arms crossed, scowl heavy, that very particular “you’re-an-idiot-and-I-care-about-you” aura rolling off him.

“You survived,” he added, sounding mildly disappointed. “Which is impressive considering you tried to flirt your way through a boss battle.”

“It was strategic distraction,” you croaked.

Zoro walked over.

Slapped you gently—but firmly—on the head.

“OW—DUDE?!”

“That’s for going through a full-on Crocodile romance arc without backup.”

“I WAS LONELY AND HE HAD A CAPE,” you shouted, immediately regretting it as your side flared with pain.

He sat down beside the bed with a long sigh. “You’re lucky Luffy got there in time.”

“…Did he win?”

“Yeah. Beat Crocodile’s smug ass into the dirt. He’s gone. Poof. Sandboy evaporated.”

You sighed.

“…Shame. I liked the eyeliner.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“I’m healing,” you corrected, turning your head toward the sun-drenched window. “Emotionally and physically.”

Zoro snorted. “You lost a lot of blood.”

“Yeah. I also lost a 6’6 warlord with a hook hand and issues. I think the wound to the soul is worse.”

He picked up your pillow and lightly smacked you with it.

“Get some rest, idiot.”

You closed your eyes, smiling faintly.

“…Tell Croco I still think about him sometimes.”

“I’m telling Chopper to drug you.”

[paigeluvvr]

Sick Days

pazzi x reader

blurbbtw

🏷️: @prettygirl-gabi @imnotkaizer @sierrale8ne @fuddaround @pb524830 @paxaz535 (if you want to be in my taglist let me know!)

It was just any other day you wake up, go to your classes and come back home. You had already done that though and now you at your dorm waiting for your girlfriends.

you feel a little hot but you don't think anything of it and you just go and turn the air up and lay in the couch. You feel asleep and you wake to see your beloved girlfriends here. "hi a, hi p" you greet the stretching. "hey mama" they say in unison.

They asked you if you wanted to go out tonight, and your usually would never be the type of person, to turn down a night out. So they kinda those that was suspicious "baby are you feeling ok? you look at little pale." azzi asked you "umm i feel a little hot but other than that im ok i think." Paige is already getting up to get the thermometer.

"baby let me take your temp" paige says and you let her without a fight, cause you were already tired. She takes your temperature and she is shocked "mama you have 102.3 fever." Paige tells you while you look at her likes she crazy. They are getting some comfortable clothes for you and taking off your makeup. "are y'all going to sleep with me?" you asked them "yeah of course we're going to sleep with you"

after y'all's nap you wake up to find them already up. "baby do you want to take your medicine now?" azzi asked you "do i really have a choice?" you sass "sick but still our sassy princess." paige says and now your taking you medicine. Your face scrunches up at the taste.

After a while you get hungry, "im hungry can we get some food please?" You ask them and they say yeah and they all agree on chick fa la. "ok im gonna doordash it."

Yall are all eating and it is about 9:30 pm by the time yall are all done. So yall are laying back down talking, "you know we love you right?" paige says "you've told me but i don't get tired of hearing it love." you tell her and now your sleepy. "goodnight" you tell them and give each of them kisses, "good night baby" they say.

And now y'all are all sleep and you know you're going to be protected for the rest of your life.

even if they weren't in it.

i know this is short but my baby needed to be feed and i wrote this in like 3 minutes so ntm !

[dckweed]

Not sure if you're doing top gun requests right now, but if so, here's one. Rooster with a girl who is helping penny at the bar on a super busy night and there is some rowdy group who keeps calling her over and staring at her, and eventually they go too far and try to grab her but she just knocks one of them clean out and as the guys (hangman, fanboy, etc) is taking care of them, rooster takes her away bc she was about to go crazy on them lol. He's just like "that was so hot but you don't need to go to prison tonight."

baby i am always taking top gun requests. ooooh i love this idea so freaking much, thank you for choosing me to send it too, i absolutely do love it when you guys send things!

please note that i see every request that comes in and i am getting to them one at a time! with that being said, feel free to send one in!

anway, how are we all doing today? are we staying hydrated?

warnings: drinking, violence, inappropriate groping and harassment, bar fights, established relationship with rooster!

"BITCHLESS & DICKLESS' bradley rooster bradshaw x fem!reader

It was a busy Friday night at the Hard Deck, you and Penny the only two working and barely able to keep up with the constant flow of customers coming through, it only seemed to get even more crowded and rowdy when a small group of sailors fresh off the base come through, taking up a couple of the tables near the juke box. They signal you over and you make your towards them, order pad in hand incase they order more than just beer.

"Hey guys, how can i help you?" You ask, your voice upbeat and a smile on your face. It was sticky hot outside and you knew your shirt was clinging to your skin because of it, you tried not to feel too uncomfortable with the obvious way two of the men were staring at you. "Eyes up here, fellas." You say, giving a playful angry look. You were used to being looked at, it kind of came with the job title of bartender, but that didn't mean that it didn't make you uncomfortable.

One of the men cocks a smirk at you, leaning back easily in his seat. "They'll have a round of Budweiser," He says, his eyes not leaving you once as he gestures towards his friends. "and i'll have your number, sweetness."

Before you can open your mouth to object politely, one of his buddies beats you to it. "Hey, Hanks, give some of us a chance with her damn." He chuckles flashing you a smile.

"How about none of you get a chance?" You say sweetly, laughing with his buddies. "I'll be back with the beers in a minute." You shake your head, walking back to the bar. You grab six cold beers from the ice box and start putting them on a serving tray.

"Those boys gonna be trouble?" Penny asks, maneuvering her way behind you with a few drinks of her own. You hadn't realized that she had heard the interaction.

"No, they'll be fine." You shake your head, glancing back over at the table as you pop the tops off of the bottles one by one. The one that had asked for your number, Hanks, was staring at you and talking to the rest of his friends at the same time. His gaze unsettled you, but you carried on with your job anyway. You make your way back over to them, planting your serving smile back on to your face as you start handing out their beers. "Alright fellas, let me know if there's anything else i can get you, okay?"

"That phone number is still wanted, honey." Hanks' friend says, taking a sip from his bottle. He shoots you a wink and manspreads in his chair, you perk an eyebrow at him. What was it with navy boys being so goddamn persistent?

"I'm sure it is honey," You say, your voice a little more stern on the matter this time around. "but my boyfriend sure wouldn't appreciate me giving it out to random navy boys that walk into my bar." You turn to head back towards the actual bar, where you see Penny starting struggle.

"I don't see him around, im sure what he don't know won't kill him!" Hanks voice calls after you, its almost admirable how persistent they are, it was afterall one of the more endearing qualities about your boyfriend when you first met him, although you had to say that he hadn't been nearly as uncomfortable as these boys were.

"Oh he'll be around!" You call back over your shoulder, not noticing that at that moment said boyfriend and his group of friends had walked through the front door of the bar. You didn't notice them for quite a few minuets, giving them plenty of time to get to their usual seats as you worked on the fresh wave of customers at the bar, mixing drinks and handing them out almost mechanically.

After around twenty minutes or so Bradley comes up to the bar, standing directly behind you, your back turned as you pour beer from the tap. "Here you g-Bradley!" You exclaim excitedly, nearly spilling the beer in your hands before you hand it to the man standing next to him.

"Hey baby," He says, his voice gruff and hoars, tired. He gladly accepts your kiss as you lean across the bar for it, pressing his lips against your own. He was still wearing his flight suit, and still covered in sweat, and a quick glance towards the others told you everything y ou needed to know.

"Rough day?" You look at him, eyes questioning as you get to work making their drinks. Whiskey neat for Jake, Scotch on the rocks for Bradley and Natasha and a pop for Bob, your favorite sober companion most evenings.

"You could say that," He says, a deep sigh leaving his chest as he watches you, already feeling more at ease. You didnt pry any farther, knowing he would tell you all about it in bed that night. "When are you off?"

You pout, coming around the bar with the drinks on a serving tray. "Not until nearly closing tonight," You say, walking with him towards the others. Bradley studiously takes the tray from you, ever the gentleman even on his roughest days, his arm brushing your shoulder as you walk. "Hey guys," You greet, giving Jake and Bob your usual friendly kiss on the cheek, and with a giggle you give one to Nat too when she taps hers and gives you a lopsided grin. You could tell by looks on their faces that they all needed a dose of happiness.

"Where's mine?" Bradley whines, hand on your hip possessively. You roll your eyes at him but lean up to kiss his waiting cheek anyway, adoring the small smile that tugs at the corners of his lips.

"Awe come on Rooster, you get her all the time, let the rest of us have some." Natasha says, causing you to throw your head back in a laugh, leaning farther into your boyfriend. Your laugh was infectious and the whole group lets out a chuckle, you watch their bodies relax afterwards. "Might want to keep em coming, Y/N , it's been a rough one.."

Jake looks somewhere behind you, eyebrows pinched, stare hard. "Looks like you're in need, Y/N" He says, raising his whiskey to his lips to take a sip.

You look over your shoulder, your eyes landing on the group of sailors from earlier on the other side of the bar. "Those guys again," You sigh, grabbing your tray off the table.

Bob grabs your wrist before you go, and you furrow your brow at him. "Are those guys giving you a hard time?" He asks quietly, he knew Bradley was already on edge as it was and didn't want him looking for a fight.

"Nothing i can't handle, Bobby," You say, ruffling his hair with a wink before heading off towards the group, putting some pep back in your step. "Ready for round two already, fellas?"

The night drags on quickly and slowly all at the same time, customers come and go, drinks are made and made again and carried out to tables. The two main groups being your Boyfriend and the rest of the daggers and the group of boat boys who become more rowdy as the night drags on.

Bradley is already uneasy with them as it is, catching them staring at you one too many times and asking for your number more than once, to which you studiously turn them down, looking his way as if asking for help. He knew he would step in when needed, but he also hoped that didn't need to happen, he knew Penny would talk to Mav and Mav would talk his ear off about it tomorrow on base.

Your patience had more than worn thin, and you were counting down the minuets until your shift was over, hoping that the last half an hour would pass without any issues. Your hopes were wrong though.

You were bringing the group of boat boys another round of beers and a couple of waters and were just picking up the empties and placing them on your tray when you feel it, a large, sweaty hand sliding up the back of your thigh and right up onto your ass, giving it a heavy squeeze. Your eyes widen. "You wanna lose that fucking hand?" You ask, voice gruff as you stand up straight. The entire table quiets.

"What? Fly girl over there is good enough to squeeze this thick ass but i'm not?" Natasha had playfully smacked your ass on her way to the restroom a short time ago, something the two of you had grown close enough as friends to do. It had made you laugh, but this? Oh this was an entirely different ball game.

You see red, and off in the distance you hear Bradley and Jake both yell and the sounds of chairs scraping against the floor as they all get up abruptly. Youve done it before they can even reach you though. The tray drops from your grasp, your dominant hand balling up as the sound of shattering glass reaches your ears and your fist collides with Hanks' face, right between the eyes. You feel a sickening crunch under the force of the blow and blood spurts out of his nostrils as he slumps down, you had hit him hard enough to knock him out.

"What the fuck?!?" Bradley is next to you, arm out protectively as his friends all stand from their seats, ready to brawl over what you had done, even though their pig of a friend had done worse in your opinion. "Y/N?"

"Bitchless and Dickless over there can't catch a fucking hint!" You yell lunging for his friend. Rooster's arms hold you back though before you can make contact with him, the entire bar watches you scream and kick at the sailor as your boyfriend drags you out towards the parking lot. "Fucking assholes! Squeezed my fucking ass!"

Surprisingly, Bob is the first to throw a punch. He had been watching the idiots mess with you all night long along with Rooster. And after their long ass day he was just as ready to fight as the rest of them, infact, he actually took pleasure in what he did. His fist collides squarely with Hanks' friend and Natasha drags the already semi conscious asshole across the floor after you and Bradley, Penny coming to help her.

"Jesus christ baby, you started a fucking brawl!" Bradley laughs, opening the passenger door of the bronco, shoving all of his stuff onto the floorboard as he sets you up on the seat. "That was so fucking hot," He says, hearing police sirens in the distance already. "You have no idea how bad i want to fuck you right now but i can't have you going to jail tonight, buckle in tight baby.." He says, closing your door before running around to the drivers side, the only the thought on his mind is getting you home where you're safe and in your guys' bed, preferably underneath of him.

[hellhazbinstuck]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do some angst with the hazbin hotel characters? Like we get into an argument and they yell and notice we went silent, looking as if we were gonna break down into tears, IM SORRY I JUST LIVE FOR ANGST AHHH

Hazbin Hotel characters making their S/O cry

Alastor

He was preparing for tomorrow night's broadcast when he heard the door open.

He had been working on his radio broadcast and hotel things for the whole day. He was under so much stress and took it out on you.

"Darling, you know I've been in here all day. Is it that difficult to knock?! You know these things are important! Why must you interrupt me?!"

He didn't get an answer. You just slammed the door and ran out.

He felt terrible as soon as he saw sadness in your eyes.

He ran after you and hugged you, rubbing circles on your back and telling you how sorry he was.

Lucifer

He was very pissed at how much Alastor and Charlie got along.

He was working on his rubber ducks, not hearing you walk in.

He didn't know you were in the room until you hugged him from behind.

"What? What is it now?!" He shouted, dropping his rubber duck to the floor.

"Could you leave me alone for five minutes when you know I'm busy?!"

"Wow, fuck you!" You said before slamming the door and using your powers to get to the hotel.

Alastor opened the door to see you crying and brought you to the couch, giving you a hug.

You barely got the chance to finish telling Alastor what happened before Lucifer ran to you, crying and apologizing.

You were able to talk things out and agreed to be more open about feelings.

Sir Pentious

Pentious was working on a new invention. But, since he was trying to get redeemed, it couldn't be for evil.

He was trying to build things to help with the hotel. Right now, he was making something to lift Niffty up around the hotel.

You were trying to help while also keeping the egg bois under control, not realizing you were distracting him.

"Will you please stop already! You're supposed to be watching them, but you're just as annoying!!"

You had tears in your eyes as soon as you turned around.

"Fine!" You yelled before running off.

"That wasn't very nice, boss. You should apologize."

When Pentious saw you, you were sitting on the couch by the TV with Charlie hugging you.

"Y/N, may I speak with you? I would like to apologize."

You silently nodded, standing up next to him.

"I'm sorry, my dearest, can you ever forgive me?"

"As long as you promise to tell me what's wrong and how to properly help in the future."

He pulled you into a hug and wrapped his tail around you.

Husker

The bar was open way later than usual because Charlie decided to have an open house for the hotel.

Free drinks were pretty much a necessity when you're trying to lure in sinners.

Husk seemed fine/ his usual brand of grumpy.... Until he saw you talking and laughing with some guy and pulled you into an empty hallway.

"What the fuck was that? Did you really think I would be too busy to see you flirting like a whore?"

Even with tears in your eyes, you could tell he's been drinking vodka straight.

You pushed him away from you.

"That's my cousin, you asshole! He was asking me about the hotel."

You ran away, going right to the room you shared with Husk and trying to go to sleep.

Husk spent the rest of the party drinking water and eating a few snacks to fight the future hangover.

When you woke up, Husk had his wings and arms wrapped around you. He didn't even bother trying to sleep.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I was such an idiot and I hurt the best person who's ever been in my life. I freaked out about seeing you with someone else..... because I know I don't deserve you, and I don't want to lose you."

He was crying into your shoulder, and you pulled him into a hug.

"You couldn't lose me if you wanted to. Just remember, I love you more than anything, and I'd rather die again than lose you.

(A/N : This sucks ass and I'm sorry this took me so long. I hope you like it, though. )

Requests open

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

Dark Red.

ONMG IM SUPEER. SORRY HOLD ONNN. There was a request for male reader and I accidentally deleted it☹️☹️☹️ anyway front what my memories remember I could choose, right?? I'm pretty sure I remember Steve lacy in there!!!

Male!reader

Genre: never specified but it'll be the exact same as my other singer!reader posts!!!

Involvement: Main cast

Warnings?: cussy, crack, idk OOC bc y not, and what else is there?

Okay, so listen- Steve Lacy. Because Romance is so💕💕💕💕 as long as it's reader, I'll live /j.

You'd sigh, what to sing next? Your scrolling through the phone the headmaster gave you, it's useless. Barely. Going through the posts, you've come across people who were singing on streams, they sounded good.

Then you remembered, what if you sang as well? I mean, there's a stage in the Pop music club, why not use that?

You got up, got dressed, and suddenly, there was a sudden burst of motivation.

You walked in the hallways, searching for the club, you've come across Jade, then Floyd.

"Shrimpy!!!!" The tall boy beamed. Squeezing you with all his strength until you tapped his arm before you could tap out. Jade wanted to know what you were doing here, you've responded by going to the music club room.

"Ehhh?~ Why?~ Are ya gonna join that music-y club room? But, shrimpy! I want you to join our club too!~" Floyd pouts, Jade chuckles at his brother's antics, but you claimed you weren't there to join, you were there for something.

Sometime later you got them off your back [somehow], and ran straight into the room when you saw it.

There, was Kalim, Cater, and Lilia happily chatting away. When they heard the door open, they were pleasantly surprised to see you.

"Ohohoho!~ Who do we have here?~" Said the bat, not really a question. He approached you and you clarify that you wanted to make a request.

Did you want to sing on stage? Yes, and that surprised them.

"Whuaa!! Are you going to join the music club too???!" Kalim chirped, with the same gleaming smile and sparkled eyes, but you weren't sure of that, yet. Maybe you did, maybe you didn't.

But you were here for the music you thought of, Dark Red.

☆~~———~~☆

The stage was set up, a few students were practicing, you've been here before, done this before, and mostly, had sung before.

This was nothing new, it was your passion. You had to pour your heart out for this, you knew the song by heart.

You've invited a few of your friends to see if they'd come by to listen.

They did btw‼️‼️ they can't let you think you're performing lonely, dw bro your husbands- friends got you‼️‼️‼️

Here, they'll even grab a seat and sit down, some were even fighting for the front row, and some just sat down where it was the best and available.

Then you were there, on that stage, mic in hand, spotlight on you.

Will you ever know how much you effect these people? No? Eventually, you will.

And the music begins...

There were drumsticks on the (whatever you call those shiny gold tings), you took in a deep breath.

3..

2..

1..

Something bad is 'bout to happen to me.

Well, that's a start...

I don't know, but I feel it comin'

Might be so sad,

Might leave my nose running.

What. Prefect, [Name] what is this? The red haired housewarden thought, he was slightly concerned of the implications and what it meant.

Trey bought some snacks, he places it for everyone to eat [and you]. So imagine to his surprise when you sang that part.

I just hope she don't wanna leave me,

Your voice grows somber, sadder or desperate in a way.

Who the fuck is 'she'? - most of the cast

Don't you give me up,

Please don't give up,

Honey,

I belong, with you,

And only you, baby.

Rook said he can treat you better, leav your girl rn‼️‼️‼️

Vil is wondering who tf is that girl anyway, and why you seem so intent on keeping her even when she is about to leave you, like your afraid of being left behind.

Only you, my girl

Only you, babe.

Only you, my darling,

Only you, babe.

Guess who's jealous (hard mode).

Yes, it's all btw. Except for Kalim, Cater, and Lilia. Who were all snickering behind their instruments.

Only you, my girl,

Only you, babe.

Only you, my darling,

Only you.

What a devotion!!! Rook cried out, internally of course, he doesn't want to interrupt your song, the music in his ears so solemn, so beautifully romantic, even if the guy in the song is desperately trying to keep what's already been lost.

Something bad is 'bout to happen to me,

Why I feel this way,

I don't know, maybe.

I think of her so much,

It drives me crazy.

Ruggie looks at you with a 'damn, and it ain't me?' Look. He really is like other guys to you ☹️

I just don't want her to leave, me~

Don't you give me up,

Please don't give up.

Jade and Floyd will surely won't give you up to anyone, Azul included.

Azul is offended and smack both in the back of their heads.

Leona likes the music taste, just not the lyrics.

Ruggie is sneaking off to get some of the snacks Trey made.

Jack is listening intently, Riddle is listening to the music leisurely for the first time and enjoys hearing your voice, Trey is looking out for the snacks in case one of them goes missing, Ace and Deuce are literally fuming at the fact it wasn't about them.

Vil is looking at his, then looks back to criticize your performance, but seeing no flaws, especially when the music is designed that way, maybe you could go for other love songs?

Rook is tearing up for the sheer emotions your voice held.

Epel is carving apples of you on stage.

Idia is recording through his tablet.

Ortho is just enjoying the show, Malleus is pondering whether he should kill the mentioned 'she', Silver fell asleep, Sebek wants to yell but got his mouth taped.

Honey, I belong, with you,

And only you, baby.

Only you, my girl,

Only you, babe.

Only you, darling,

Only you, babe.

Only you, my girl,

Only you, babe.

Only you, darling,

Only you.

He wishes it was him.-Riddle, but removes the thought.

The guitar and drums play together in the silence.

What if, she's fine,

It's my mind, that's wrong?~

Yes, your mind IS wrong, he should be the one that should be in your mind.-Vil

And I just let bad thoughts,

Linger for far too long...

Okay, now Trey is really feeling bad for you, and doesn't know the reasons as to why. It's just a song, he says. Gaslighting himself to not feel bad cuz it's stupid 😭

The background chorus were Kalim, Cater, and Lilia.

What if, (if!)

She's fine (fine!),

It's my mind that's wrong?~

And I just (just!) Let the bad thoughts (thoughts!),

Linger for far too long...?~

The guitar goes solo with your voice, feeling lonely.

Don't you give me up,

Please don't give up.

Honey, I belong, with you,

And only you, baby.

(Baby!~)

Only you, my girl,

Only you, babe.

Only you, darling, only you babe.

Only you, my girl,

Only you, babe.

Only you, darling,

Only you.

The music fades.

Some of the students were sobbing because it reminded them of their lonely asses after getting dumped by their own girlfriends.

Some just sobbed, others were asleep, another one was munching on snacks, Trey came up to you and gave you your favorite tart and patted on your back for a great job,

You've made most of them cry btw.

Not whe Floyd and Jade is following your ass from now on.

Azul is probably sending them out just to keep you in check, your not depressed are you?

Riddle invited you to more tea parties and unbirthdays, he makes excuses like, "A good friend should always invite everyone, not a single friend left behind" or something like that.

Yeah, you really got them tied to you.

The End.

Do I regret deleting the ask? 100% no doubt about it, you know me bro this makes my feels hurt more than I expect it to be when it comes to being a writer💔

[stilliwilllivehere]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

☆ Lance wants to quit racing Fernando wouldn't really care but for some reason when Lawrence asked for his help he feels the need to convince lance to stay. ☆

°*There’s only today ❀

Chapter one

“Fernando, Fernando you listening to me,” the words wake fernando up from his thoughts, It was Lawrence

“ Can you stay for some private words?” Lawrence looked at him from across the table though he was asked, there was no room to actually decide.

After the meeting was concluded and every one had cleared out Just the two of them stood on the balcony of the nice meeting room with the doors closed behind them Lawrence leaned against the railing, took a deep sigh and talked without ever looking directly at alonso, trying to hide from alonso some sort of shame but fernando could see it in the way he looked and stood he was seeping embarrassment fernando looked down to the busy street under the balcony to hide his smirk from lawrence

“ lance said he wont race” alonso looked up from the street so quick he almost got whiplash

“ what” alonso had expected something, well, else definitely not this. but was this it, had that no good bratty kid finally decided to do every one the favor and retire. Alonso couldn't believe it no wonder lawrence was ashamed his son who has the easiest career in formula one history was retiring for no reason other than being lazy and when the news got word of this the whole motorsports world would cheer in celebration, ok maybe not celebrate that's cruel even for alonso, it's not like he hates lance he was worried about a minute ago it's just he has a hard time appreciating lanc, yea thats the word, but nobody’s gonna miss lance, they'll all breath a sigh of relief when they hear the news even alonso.

Alonso doesnt realize hes smiling until he looks up to see lawrence giving him a knowing look

He quickly fixes his face

“I'm going to keep his and my conversation more private but he's upset again you know how he gets, but this time I really don't know what to say to him, i'm not sure if you're aware you have always been like a role model for him not that I'm saying you have to but please, talk to him, he really looks up to you I mean that kids the reason we had you signed, he basically begged me to sign you”

Fernando found that hard to believe. Lance didn't so much as spare him a glance nowadays no less treat him like an idol but Fernando just continued to stare at Lawrence Not answering hoping that would end Lawrence's speech sense pretty much got from the short exchange what he needed to. He needed to talk to lance, but for what he had no actual idea

Still Lawrence continued “ he never knows what he wants, but I do, I know what's best for him.”

*****

Walking back to his dressing room fernando was still trying to put together what lawrence was trying to get him to do

Lance was feeling down that much fernando new but refusing to race was a bit much, lawrence had informed him that he and his son had had a fight which ended in lance refusing to race in ‘his fathers shitty car’ as he had said it but if Lance didn't wanna race how was HE gonna convince him to race? especially if his own father couldn't get him to, it was just stupid that lawrence would ask him to even try but here he was at lance's room anyway, he knocked and waited, getting no reply he knocked again

“ey lance, you here” he tried calling out to him

no reply

strange

But he tried again, still to no aveil Fernando was about to leave when he heard some movement on the other side of the door. Then the door swings open and Lance stands there staring at him, neither says anything. And Fernando realizes that lance doesn't look too good. His hair is messy and unkempt, also plastered to the side of his head , he's wet with sweat sticking to his forehead making him look dirty and he has dark circles under his eyes.

“Im guessing my father send you” lance looks annoyed

“ yes he did “ fernando acts like he doesn't notice the change in lances deminer. Alonso tried his most very worried voice, and it wasnt that he didn't care about Lance and whatever he was going through but he didn't really know what was going on between him and his dad, he was just doing what Lawrence asked him to do.

“Your fathers very worried about you lace-

“Can you not do this please ” lance said dragging his hand over his face and letting out a deep sigh subsequently cutting Alonso off ( he's letting it go as lance usually doesn't act like this and he obviously going through something) lance moves over to allow fernando into his room fernando walks in and looks at lance continuing.

“ your father told me you do not want to race” Alonso made sure to keep his face unreadable

Lance is quiet just staring at the ground like a toddler getting scolded.

“ you want a faster car I know that but you still have to race bad car or not” fernando doesn't really know what he's saying but he's just gotta get lance to understand that sometimes things suck but there's nothing you can do about it, honestly lance should have learned that years ago but he's a rich kid so alonso learned not to expect much from him, no real empathy or grasps on reality, but that doesn't matter right now he's just gotta convince lance to race and forget about whatever it is that's bothering him.

Lance looks up from the ground glaring at fernando before answering a bit angrily

“did my father tell you that,” a pause fernando doesn't say anything, isn't this what it was about “I was upset with the car, mad I didn't get a fast car and threw a tantrum refusing to race” lance continues to stare at fernando and fernando stares back

Fernando feels a bit dumb but he doesn't let on,he had pieced together what Lawrence had said to him and that's what he had come up with. Was he wrong? had he just assumed it was the car because he himself thought the car was trash? If so, why else would Lance refuse to race? Fernando couldn't think of any other reason not with what Lawrence had told him at least.

”Look fernando I get it my dad probably told you to come say this to me but I don't really need this right now, if you could just go i'd really love that, and um you can tell my dad you inspired me or whatever just leave me alone before the race, yea? thanks”

Fernando was shocked as lance shuffled him out the doorway before blocking the entrance to his room

“ and tell him I'll race,” he said before closing the door in Fernandos face.

Fernando was left standing there like an idiot. He was worried and angry, but mostly upset because Lance just pushed him out of his room. They'd never been close but that was disrespectful and rude, which again wasn't something lance would do to fernando. Fernando began to worry

Next->

[baby-tini]

OKAY SINCE YOU GAVE THE GO AHEAD.

Poly with Draken and Mikey. (🤤🤤)

Draken is the more mature out of the three of you, with Mikey being the most immature while you’re like..in the middle-ish. It’s a loving relationship, each of you respect and care for each other in your own ways, but listen I’m not here for the lovey dovey shit….

Im here for vouyer Draken who loves sitting and watching you and Mikey play fight- egging on the shorter male, feeling his pants get tight as he watches Mikey pin you down easily. Obviously you’re struggling as much as you can but it’s just too easy for Mikey to flip you into your stomach and lay his body over yours…pinning your arms down with his hands while he starts rutting his cock over your clothed ass…

He just can’t help himself! Fighting always gets him riled up, but those feelings are amplified times ten when it comes to you and Draken. He loves the feeling of control, the fact that despite being the smallest, he’s the ultimate dominate one in the relationship. (Now this is just me personally, but when I say poly relationship I mean a REAL poly relationship, where everyone involved is together and loves each other equally, not just two characters loving the one and “sharing” them.) so of course it’s something primal within Mikey as he grunts and growls in your ear, too caught up with humping you like a dog in heat that he doesn’t even notice Draken— who of course has been watching this entire exchange. Between watching you struggle and watching Mikey act like a feral animal, he can’t help but start palming himself through his jeans from where he sits on a couch on the other side of the room. He thinks both of you look so fucking cute like that, and you’re obviously whining and complaining, which is driving both Ken AND Mikey up the fucking wall…..

oh god I could go on and on and on I love the idea of these two so much. Vouyer Draken and Primal Kink Mikey 🤤🤤🤤

Draken is definitely the more mature one, but he kinda has to be since he has two little brats on his hands. I do think you'd have to be in the middle, yeah, to balance out Mikey and Draken.

Now, while I personally don't think Draken is the instigating type, I do think he does instigate a lot when it comes to the little play-fights you and Mikey have. It's just so entertaining to him, to watch you be all cocky about something you have no business being cocky about, only to end up being pinned under Mikey as you whine and thrash, begging for Darkens help. He's not gonna help you, so please don't get your hopes up, but even if he wanted to help, he can't. He's no match for Mikey even in a play-fight, Mikeys got that. He likes to watch you thrash anyway, your little whines and whimpers are his everything, plus he prefers to watch, he is a little vouyer. While in general Mikey is strong, I think when he gets pumped up and there's adrenaline rushing through his veins and he becomes tunnel-visioned, he gets stronger- or, he at least puts more strength into it. While in this state, he's pent up and he doesn't wanna hurt you physically so the next best thing is to dry fuck you as his eyes roll back in his head and he has you pinned down as his cock, dripping in his boxers, fucks against your ass, and that's what Draken likes, he likes to watch you struggle and reach for him as he watches you and jerks his cock to the sight of you struggle and Mikey being all primal.

Fighting will forever be one of the few things that makes Mikey feel so alive, and it's even better when you and Draken are involved. Mikey really does have a... bit of a control problem and play-fighting allows him to enact that control amongst the both of you in a more healthier way. He acknowledges that he's small and he's not really insecure about it, I think he gets off on the exact moment people realize what he's capable of, of course you and Draken already know what he can do and he likes that even more, that you're silly enough to challenge such authority, he knows you're not stupid, you just want his attention, so why are you thrashing? He's giving you exactly what you want, you're just being a brat. Mikey always gets so primal in a fight, especially with you, he'll growl in your ear just to feel the chills go down your spine as you buck back against him, arguing it's to get him off you but all three of you know the real reason is because the way Mikey is dry-fucking you is getting a real nasty reaction out of you and you're becoming more pent up.

I do agree though anon, one-sided poly ships piss me off, if you're gonna call it poly, everyone has to like each other, not just tolerate.

[lizard-needs-friends]

Um um I've been OBSESSED with the outsiders lately so here are my headcanons for the curtis bros + dally and johnny:

‼️NSFW BLOGS DNI‼️

DARRY CURTIS

Ler:

Ooh this guy

When any of the gang are being brats, he will just pick them up and flip them on their backs and tickle them to peices

They all fear him

He is the type of guy to tickle everywhere, but once he finds a spot that REALLY gets you laughing, he just targets that spot until you're crying

I don't think he teases a lot, he focuses more on the tickling

He is pretty brutal but when you say stop he will stop

Definitely pins everyone down, he will NOT let them get away

Lee:

I can't think of him being a lee but I'll do my best 😭

Sometimes when soda is rubbing his back he'll just like slowly and softly tickle him and darry will quietly melt to the floor in giggles

I think his worst spots would be his armpits and sides

The gang rarely tickles him because they know he'll get them back 10 times worse

SODAPOP CURTIS

Ler:

Omg omg omg

This guy is such a teasy ler and will just put his hands above your tickle spot, and instead of tickling you he'll tease you about how much you're blushing

Almost every day goes up to members of the gang and just tases them

Type of guy to go to one spot, and then drastically change to another, and keep doing that, and you'll never know which one he'll go to next

He just loves to see people's reactions, that's like the only reason he tickles people

Lee:

He cackles like a witch

He is so squirmy they need 3 people to hold him down

Worst spots I think would be neck and ribs

He squeals. No, he screeches. People will sometimes go up behind him and like grab his sides and even though that's not his worst spot he will SCREECH LIKE AN EAGLE

He will anything in his power to not get tickled, but once someone starts tickling he will instantly stop fighting and give in.

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ler:

Looooooves to just go slow and soft with the tickles, all while looking you dead in the eyes. He knows what he's doing.

Will poke people in the sides to catch them off guard

Loves to say stuff like "what's wrong? What's so funny" "found your tickle spot!" "Just admit that you're ticklish!" Stuff like that

Likes to gang up on people

Lee:

AHHHH OMG OMG HES SO CUTE

He doesn't even try to fight he just folds in on himself and giggles like a little boy

Worst spots would be armpits and tummy

Would start crying in the first 5 seconds.

He begs so much, like full on screaming "PLEASE! STOP! IM GONNA DIE, PLEASE!" The neighbors get real worried.

So so soo wiggly, like he'll be on the ground flopping like a fish.

He will like jolt so the side and jump five feet in the air anytime someone just pokes him.

JOHNNY CADE

Ler:

He tries. He really does.

He is usually just the one holding someone down for the others

He thinks it's so funny how people react, like he'll be laughing harder than the person getting tickled.

Lee:

MY BABY

He is so giggly.

He never got tickled as a child so when he first got tickled he was so confused

He is the most ticklish out of the gang.

Tickle spots would be tummy and hips

At random points someone will just go up behind him while he's sitting down, and grab his arms and hold them above his head, and somebody else will just go to town tickling him.

He will do anything. Like he'll be frantically kicking and punching the air hoping to hit something.

My boy does NOT laugh enough so the gang will constantly tase him. He will squeal and just drop to the floor.

DALLAS WINSTON

Ler:

He is so mean oml

He will immediately find your worst spot, and just ruthlessly attack it until you can't form coherent thoughts anymore.

He loooooves teasing, "you better not be laughing at me!" "What's wrong? Does it tiiiiiickleeee?"

He will warn you first, because he likes the thrill of the chase, but when he catches you there is no escape.

Lee:

Ignores all screams of terror

Loves to go up behind people and tase them in the ribs

Ohhohoho

He is the type of lee to like be a tough guy and "I ain't ticklish! That's for babies!" But as soon as they actually tickle him he's down in seconds

He hates getting tickled because he thinks it makes him look weak and all

They tickle him anyway.

I think his worst spots would be his ribs and sides

He will kick, punch, scratch, bite, and thrash around like his life depends on it.

They need 3+ people just to hold him down

His face gets all red and he gets so embarrassed from it

[forsaken-headcanons]

more killer!shed stuff cus im practically dumping all of my ideas for him here

INTRO: I could really go for some fried chicken right about now. Why is everyone hiding?? Where's the fun in that?? WATCH ME PWN THESE NOOBS K THX.

STUN: YEOWCH! I will pretend like that hurt. Good one… good one. Maybe I do deserve that LMAO.

SWORD RAIN: I'd look up if I were you!! IT'S RAINING TACOS, FROM OUTTA THE SKY! Remember that one time I made it rain ducks everywhere? Now this time it's with swords!!

EPIC SWORD SLASH: THIS IS EPIC SWORD SLASH. THIS IS- hey wait isn't that 1x's thing?? I'd watch out if I were you!!

ILLUMINA DASH: Light and adgile! Quick and deadly! I ran out of cool one-liners!!

LAST MAN STANDING: COME OUT AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!! Finally!! A fair duel! Just you and me pal, just you and me. 1v1 me rq k thx.

KILL: Get PWNED! Shedletsky - 1 insert survivor name here - 0! PWNED! Lolol did you really try or what? Can't run from a sword fight!! Ouch! LMAO BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME

KILL CHANCE: Don't bring a gun to a sword fight lol. Unlucky day?

KILL DUSEKKAR: This is for stealing my lunch Matt. Huh, your magic is much weaker then I remember. Sorry not sorry Matt. Get PWNED MAT LOL THIS IS FOR PWNING ME THAT ONE TIME. YOU REMEMBER WHEN.

KILL BUILDERMAN: Sorry for this boss! This is for cutting my pay last week. You're not gonna be salty about this when we get back to the office right?? Sorry David… eh not really LOL THIS IS FOR BANNING THE INTERN RACING CHAIRS!!! Wow I get to pwn my own boss! So when am I getting that raise David?

KILL ELLIOT: You don't think I could get a pizza after this lol?

KILL 7N7: Ehhh I should ban you but I'm on my break right now lol Hey! I taught your kid how to use swords!! Hope you don't mind!!

KILL 1337: You put up a good fight for someone with only their fists. FISTS VS SWORDS, SWORD WINS!

KILL NOOB: GET PWNED NOOB LOLOLOL

*implodes*

I really like how it switches between normal speech and GET PWNED XD LOLOLOL.

Please keep those coming.

[talaok]

Can you write a pedro x sick!reader story, but the reader doesn't just have a little cold im talking SICK reader. Like rushing to the emergency room hurt/comfort kinda thing.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

a/n: ok first of all im incredibly sorry for the wait, genuinely im really really sorry. and secondly im not 100% sure i did what you had in mind, which makes me feel like shit even more, so if it's not, you can tell me and ill try to write it again 

"Sir I need you to calm down"

"I will as soon as you answer my questions"

"sir," the paramedic said more sternly now "I've already told you I'm not a doctor so I cannot answer your questions, now please calm down"

And he wanted to fight more and beg that woman to answer his questions because, after all, the only one he cared about was: Is she gonna be ok?

But your eyelids fluttered and the ambulance took a turn and all the sudden he couldn't talk or think or do anything anymore but take your hand in his and start a low chant of the only thing he would allow himself to think, the only thing that still made him able to breathe oxygen into his lungs:

You're gonna be okay, sweetheart, he whispered, his words verging on prayer as he squeezed your hand and watched your beautiful face pale more and more You're gonna be just fine

__ __ __

And as it turns out, his prayers were answered.

"the surgery went well, she's gonna make a full recovery"

He had no words, all he could do was smile like a fucking idiot while he passed a hand through his hair.

She's ok

She's ok

She's ok

That's all his brain was able to muster up, and then for some reason he was hugging the doctor.

"thank you" he grinned "Thank you so much doctor-" he smiled, leaning away "Can I-can I see her?"

The woman cleared her throat, clearly taken aback a bit "Yes," she nodded "she's in the first room on the left, but just so you know the anesthesia is still wearing off so-"

"yes, yes, thank you so much doctor," he couldn't wait for her to finish as he was sprinting to the room already "thank you!" he said one last time, finally opening the door to your room.

He had to stop for a moment and look at you lying on the hospital bed, looking just as perfect as ever.

She's ok

"hey" he spoke softly, approaching your bed, and seeing a smile slowly part your mouth.

"hey"

"How are you feeling?" he asked, moving some hair out of your face and letting his hand linger on your cheek

"not great"

"I'm sorry" he cooed, taking your hand in his and feeling you squeeze it as your eyes watered "What's wrong?" he panicked "Does it hurt- do I call the doctor-?"

"no" you sniffled as a tear fled your eye "I just-"

"what is it, sweetheart?"

"I was just... I was s-so scared"

"oh baby" he murmured, bringing your hand to his mouth to leave a kiss on it "I'm so sorry" he cooed "I can't even begin to imagine how scary that must have been... but hey" he offered you a soft smile as he crouched down to be at your level "you're ok now, there's nothing to worry about anymore" he promised, gently kissing your forehead "you can relax now. I'm here for you, whatever you need you just ask, ok?"

"ok" you nodded, taking a breath "thank you... for everything" you murmured, looking into his kind eyes "for this, for calling the ambulance, for being here for me... just- thank you"

He didn't know what to say, so all he did was kiss you,

"I love you" he smiled "and sugar... don't you ever think about scaring me like that again"

You couldn't help but snort at that

"oh so this is about you then?" you joked

"damn right it is" he laughed in that way he could only do with you "they were about to have to assist two people in that ambulance," he said jokingly (although it was the truth) "and I think I was annoying one of the paramedics so much that I was about to get thrown out"

"oh no what did you do?"

"let's not think about that now," he said, the smile on his lips not able to go away from the first second he saw you

"Baby..." you tilted your head, scolding him silently

"I've brought you a kit-kat" he smiled that smile of his that made you forget what you were talking about every single time 

"You did?" it was as if your eyes sparkled

"Of course" he nodded, handing you the candy bar "I'm not sure you can eat it, we're gonna have to ask the doctor, but I wanted you to have something you liked when you woke up"

Your eyes watered again, but this time, for an entirely different reason

"I love you" you whispered

"I love you more, sweetheart"

[thestormfly]

Since it's now been over a week since doom of the darkwing came out I think I'm gonna start posting slightly spoilery stuff (this is major spoilery stuff btw) for me and the other two people that have read it over the next couple of days just as a warning if you're waiting to read it and don't want spoilers!

So, warning: Spoilers for doom of the darkwing!!!

CRESSIDA WHAT THE HELL IM SO CONFUSED

WHAT?? HUH???

WHAT DOES THIS MEANNN?

IM GOING TO COMBUST

I have four theories about this whole thing, which are most likely completely wrong because let's be honest, there's not much point to guessing what Cressida Cowell will do next, but here they are anyway:

1. This comes from a theory that all the Bog Burglars are descended from Chinhilda that someone posted on here a while ago, that I cannot find for the life of me, but if anyone knows who posted it then please credit them because it's such a cool idea. Basically this would mean that Camicazi is a descendant of Chinhilda, and therefore have a claim to the throne just as much as Hiccup, and this might lead to them fighting later, but I really just can't see that happening to be honest.

2. Camicazi ends up becoming queen by marrying Hiccup which really weirds me out. It was kind of insinuated at the end of the 12th book that they could get together, but although I'm not completely against it, the whole idea just feels a bit out of character to me.

3. Hiccup becomes a crazy evil dictator and Camicazi has to fight him to save everyone. This idea will make a hell of a lot more sense if you've read Creativecookie's new wilderwest fic on ao3 (ITS SO GOOD GO AND READ IT).

4. I am completely wrong about everything and have misinterpreted it all. They will actually become enemies because Camicazi sings an annoying song about his hair at him and Hiccup gets mad, and the queen piece just signifies that Camicazi is going become an avid chess enthusiast.

I just really hope that this whole enemies idea will resolve itself in a way that means they're not ACTUALLY enemies it's just some kind of intriguing plot device because if my children end up hating each other it will be as if the world has been turned upside down, thoroughly shaken, and then harassed with fireballs. Anyway, knowing Cressida Cowell, she'll find a way to end everything in a really good way, I mean just look at book 12, I genuinely can't think of a better ending that I've read, especially for a kid's book series.

If anyone has other ideas, pleaseee comment them because I need someone to talk obsessively about theories with.

Thanks for reading my huge rant <3

[socksual-innuendos]

OOPS I GOT TOWED (a post for sketch comms) (But also if you're a USAmerican and feel like nothing good is happening, check the bottom of this post)

I fat fingered the scan-to-pay and hit 1 hour instead the the 3 I was gonna be.

Why did I fat finger it you might ask? Because I went out to join the insane amount of people that showed the fuck up to protest today.

I will admit it has been. A while since I have drawn on my tablet. BUT, I am opening $5 sketch commissions to get some cash back as I wasn't expecting this expense (I spent about 150$ getting my baby back).

DM me if you want a sketch comm, I am doing half bodies at the most.

Pay out to my Ko-fi Here

Donations are always appreciated

Im a tad dead today so I will work on these through the week.

But enough about this stupid bullshit you know what was truly amazing?

Seeing the insane turnout at my location.

And you can see the insane turn out from today's protests too.

Please PLEASE check out the 50501 subreddit to see the sheer amount of turn out that happened today

The media is definitely downplaying the sheer amount of people who are turning up to protests. There have been several before today that have been "covered" but not shown properly.

Want to try and see if your city joined in the protests today? Heres the thread for people posting their turnout photos.

Socks, thats INSANE, how can I participate in something like this?

You don't need anything special, just a will to show up

Check out your areas protest finders (subreddits or 50501(city or state name).

If you can't show up to physical protests, organizers are creating call rooms/events for those who can't attend to help

CALL YOUR REPS AND LEGISLATURE. Even if they're red or even if theyre shitty and blue. Tell them how you feel about things. Ream em out on the phone if you want. Look into how they handled Most Recent Controversy and bitch em out for that

CALL YOUR REPS AND LEGISLATURE. Especially if they do something standing up to these fucks in DC. Encourage them to continue.

Don't give up hope. I can tell you from being out there seeing the sheer volume of folks that showed up, we aren't dying without a fight.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

totally unserious take on a chaggie wedding XD inspired by @tiny-feisty-gay's glorious idea of carmilla giving vaggie away XD XD

Carmilla: "....."

Vaggie: (dressed to get hitched) (half way out a window)

Carmilla: "...am I interrupting?"

Vaggie: "Miss Carmine, uh- No, I was just. Gonna get some air..."

Carmilla: "Two minutes before your wedding."

Vaggie: "That's- that's why I need the air."

Carmilla: "And when you don't return from your 'air getting', what exactly would you like me to say to your heartbroken bride?"

Vaggie: ".... I..."

Carmilla: "Come along." (hooks vaggie by the arm and pulls her casually away from the window) "You can explain it all to me on the way."

Vaggie: "The way- the- the way WHERE?"

Carmilla: "To the wedding arch, where your reformed snake man is waiting to officiate your vows with the princess of hell." (lifts eyebrow) "I did you both a rather large favor by helping your fight against heaven. I am calling in that favor now, and you will allow me to walk you down the aisle."

Vaggie: "Oh no."

Carmilla: "Oh yes."

Vaggie: "Wait." (digging in her heels) (getting dragged anyway) "Wait!"

Carmilla: "Why should I."

Vaggie: "The wedding- I can't."

Carmilla: "Then face her and tell her so."

Vaggie: "That’s not what-"

Carmilla: "Did you ask her to be here today?"

Vaggie: "W-we asked each other..."

Carmilla: "So you at least owe her that much. You can say whatever you like once you reach the arch, but you should at least meet her there. Don't you think?"

Vaggie: "..."

Vaggie: "You're right." (squares shoulders) "You're right- I should. And. I've been practicing the vows for weeks. I should just. Say them."

Carmilla: "Good." (at the doors) "Ready?"

Vaggie: (breathes out) "...ready."

Carmilla: (walks them out the doors and towards the aisle)

Vaggie: "-im not ready im not ready."

Carmilla: "Too late."

Vaggie: (whisper yelling) "Turn left! Left! Left left left!"

Carmilla: "No."

Vaggie: "Miss Carmine- please-"

Carmilla: "No.” (effortless marches vaggie forward) “If you didn't want me interfering with your life then you shouldn't have come asking me for help in the first place."

Vaggie: "I ASKED? I only asked you to teach me how to kill angels!"

Carmilla: "And I only agreed to teach you when you said you were looking to protect those you love. Now I have another lesson for you."

Vaggie: "This isn't the time-"

Carmilla: "Hush. You need to kill the angel in your head."

Vaggie: "The what?"

Carmilla: "The voice screaming at your about worthiness instead of love- kill it. Kill it before it breaks the heart of the woman that you love."

Vaggie: "How can I- but it's not wrong. And it's, me."

Carmilla: "And you are the one she asked to be here. Look. She's waiting for you."

Vaggie: "Charlie..."

Vaggie: “……”

Vaggie: "....she's loves people, e-even when they don't deserve it."

Carmilla: "Your entire hotel is built on proving that a lie. Are you willing to fight for her or not?"

Vaggie: "Yes! With my life, no matter what-"

Carmilla: "Then fight for her. Fight yourself, for her, or you will be the one to hurt her."

Vaggie: "....what if I lose? What I.. if she..."

Carmilla: "You can't be ready to fight a battle if you're not ready to risk losing it. Is her happiness worth that risk to you?"

Vaggie: "More than anything."

Carmilla: (as they reach the arch) (whispering) "Then you are ready."

At the arch

Charlie: "VAGGIE!” (grinning) “H-hi!!!"

Vaggie: (smiling) (melting) "Hey, sweetie." (hesitates) "…one second?"

Charlie: "? Okay!!!!!!"

Vaggie: (turns to Carmilla) "Can I hug you."

Carmilla: "You may."

Vaggie: (hugs her stiffly) "Thank you."

Charlie: (also quickly hugging them both) “I don’t know why exactly but thank you so much too!” (backs off again) "Sorry!"

Carmilla: (smiling) (hugs vaggie back warmly) "Enough.” (pushing away) “Go, now. Fight."

Vaggie: "I will.”

Vaggie: (turning to Charlie) (taking her hands) "I always will."

Charlie: (grinning) “With me? As partners?”

Vaggie: “And for you. For as long as you want, and longer. You’ve-” (voice breaks) “… you’ve been stuck with me for while already, Charlie Morningstar.”

Charlie: (tearing up) “So’ve you. And I will too. Um.” (blinking hard) “Vaggie… Morningstar?”

Vaggie: (choked laugh) “Getting ahead of the ceremony, babe, but yeah. Almost.”

Charlie: “Okay.” (sniffling) (Smiling) “Then- oh, thanks Razzle. Uh.” (at vaggie) “Gimme one sec?”

Vaggie: “Take as many as you want, it’s our ceremony after all.”

Charlie: “R-right.” (quickly dabs at eyes with handkerchief Razzle gave her before handing it back) “Then, um, that’s enough ceremony for me, to be honest. You’re enough- you’re all I wanted out of this whole wedding thing anyway, Vaggie.”

Vaggie: “…yeah?”

Charlie: “Yes.”

Vaggie: “Same. I- yeah… you..” (clears throat) “Same here.”

Charlie: “Yeah..?”

Vaggie: “Yes.”

Sir Pentious: “Awwwww.”

Sir Pentious: “…..ah.”

Sir Pentious: (shuffling note cards) “Ah, ahhh… errhm… wasss that, in the vowsss?”

Charlie: (giggling) “Well it is now~”

Vaggie: “Whoops.”

Sir Pentious: “Ah, my apologiessss !” (shuffling frantically) “I- I musssst have missssed, the update- ah, errr-”

Charlie: (laughing) “You didn’t miss anything, Pen, don’t worry!”

Vaggie: “Go ahead Pentious.” (squeezes Charlie’s hands) “We’re ready.”

Charlie: “Heh.” (squeezes back) “We.” (still kinda crying)

Sir Pentious: “Oh yess! Hmmm.”

Sir Pentious: (stares at disorganized notes)

Sir Pentious: “Dearly damned and other demons, sinners, winners, whatevers! We are gathered here today to…! To….” (flips card) “…to kiss- the, ah… brides?”

Angel Dust: “What, kiss them? ALL of us assholes? That’ll take a bit.” (ginning) “Hold onto ya lips, toots!”

Husk: “Pass.”

Alastor: “I must most strenuously decline, ha ha~!”

Niffty: “KISS THE BRIDES! KISS THE BRIDES!” (giggling)“Your death swift would be SWIFT and BRUTAL! And go GREAT with the decorations!”

Cherri: (cackling) (hollering) “You better not, Penny, you’d better not!”

Sir Pentious: “N-NO CHERRI I SSSSWEAR I WOULD NEVER-!”

Sir Pentious: “Oh… ah…”

Sir Pentius: “…they sssseem to be preoccupied with each other, in any case… erm.”

Sir Pentious: “Congratulassshtionsss?”

Charggie: (thumbs up) (still kinda kissing) (still kinda laughing and crying too)

meanwhile

Lucifer in the background: (HOWLING TEARS OF JOY INTO HIS HAT)

Ozzie: (same situation but with Fizzie instead of a hat)

Carmilla: (stiffly but sympathetically patting them both on the head)

Clara & Odette: (waving a pair of lesbian and bisexual flags & holding up a 10/10 score card respectively)

Clara: “…”

Clara: “…what about the rings?”

KeeKee: (walks over) (WRETCHES) (licks paw) (walks off)

Clara & Odette: (stare blankly)

Clara: “…… did the demon cat just cough up their wedding bands.”

Odette: “Apparently.”

Clara: “Aww. That’s really gross.”

Odette: “Don’t be homophobic at the gay wedding, Clara.”

Clara: “I’d never be homophobic at OUR sister’s marriage, Oddy.” (elbows her) “You know what this means?”

Odette: “Finally you are not my default favorite sister. I have to actively choose you, and the privilege can be revoked.”

Clara: “And mom can’t guilt us about wanting to walk a daughter down the aisle anymore.”

Odette: “….”

Odettte: (revises her score cards to say 100/10 instead)