#im sleepy if this is incoherent it's not my fault

[mymarifae]

Susie is the center as the heart and everything points to her as the true protagonist of deltarune with Kris is the more like the secondary supporting protagonist that’s the foil to her

i wouldn't say kris is susie's foil. like literally everything else to do with writing, "foil" as a literary device can be used in many ways, and there's really no concrete definition. however, more often than not, it holds negative connotations for the character who is the foil, and i don't like that

the whole point of a foil is that one character's traits are highlighted through the traits of another, or the distinct lack of traits displayed by another character. a foil serves to make your protagonist or whatever look even better than they did before

susie is kind, brave, loving, she's always concerned for the well-being of those around her, and she's a little off-putting, a bit awkward, a little rough around the edges, a little(lot) bit crude, and she's still just a little wary of others (understandably so). to successfully be her foil, kris would need to display the direct opposite of basically all these traits. and that's the thing. they don't

kris is just as naturally heroic and brave and kind and loving as susie is. the closest thing we have in terms of them contrasting is like. susie's loud and more boisterous while kris is quiet. this doesn't make for a very good foil!

it's just interesting, seeing people talk in the notes of that susie post and getting asks like this! i've seen several people now say that susie is the true protagonist and that they think kris will possibly have a villain arc. i don't necessarily mean this in a negative way (kris is not going to have a villain arc though.); it's just like, oh we have a fundamentally different understanding of this. ok!

the way i see it, deltarune is a game about subverting expectations. this applies to the arc of literally every character so far. but even outside of the characters themselves. deltarune seems bent on taking pretty much every narrative expectation a player might have and turning it around on its head. susie embodies a lot of what you would expect from a True Hero, and unlike kris, she's loud about it. but in attempting to assign any of these characters a ~role~ like hero or villain or whatever, thus placing your expectations onto them, you've already made a mistake! none of that is important here

susie may be the driving force of the game and she may be the one keeping everyone going, but the story isn't about just her. kris is equally as important. they're as much as a "true protagonist" as susie. everything is important. every character is integral to the story. that's what i think...

but really we all know nubert is the main character of the game so disregard literally everything i just said

[rocorambles]

Not me bumping up in here AGAIN to say now im hust like, its the next day and like reader promised she goes to make it up to iwa and hes like wtf and telL me why all i want is for iwa to beat up makki and have oikawa and mattsun have to pull them apart and then just getting fucking RAILED by iwa later cause he doesnt blame you, not really, but hes still PISSED and JEALOUS and NEEDS to prove that hes the only one that can make you feel good, should be the only one to EVER make you feel good

Really, did Makki think he’d actually get away with what he did to Iwaizumi’s darling that night? 

Part 1 where Hanamaki takes advantage of Iwaizumi’s sleeping/sleepy darling here

Warnings: NSFW, Degradation, Humiliation, Dumbification, Implied/Mentioned Past Non-Con/Sexual Assault

Green eyes narrow down at you in suspicion as you cling onto him all day, eyes brighter than normal, grin wider than normal, body infinitely more affectionate than normal as you nuzzle and purr against him like an over sized kitten. Iwaizumi doesn’t mind publicly displaying his love for you, no stranger to holding hands or a sweet peck here and there despite the raucous uproar it causes among his fellow third-years, but this is far beyond what he’s used to and he wonders what you’re up to. 

But nothing could have prepared him for the way you pounce on him as soon as the two of you have said your goodbyes and packed his car, making your way back home from the sleepover, and he curses as he almost swerves the car when your fingers teasingly creep up his inner thigh, barking at you to stop it and at least let him find a more remote area to safely park the car. 

He’s not complaining as the two of you dive towards the backseat and you push him down, grinding and moaning against his rapidly hardening cock. But something doesn’t feel right and in between sloppy wet kisses and the rustling of clothes, he manages to ask what’s gotten into you, only for his world to come to a screeching halt when you purr that you had promised to make it up to him last night. 

Last night? Promise? 

You cock your head in confusion when calloused hands come to your shoulders, fingers keeping you still and arms length away from him as he sits up and stares at you quietly for a moment before hesitantly asking you what you’re talking about. And something ugly and nauseating churns in his stomach as you recount last night’s events, confusion morphing into sick realization when he remembers exactly who had been sleeping on the other side of you, when he remembers how he had pretended not to notice how a certain teammate’s eyes always seemed to linger a bit too long on you, how he had ignored the way Hanamaki always seemed more interested in you than his own longtime friend.

Acceptance turns to raging fury and you squeal and hurriedly fix your clothes, strapping a seat belt around you nervously as Iwaizumi makes his way back to the front seat, foot slamming down on the gas as he returns to the house you two had left just earlier today, unsure what’s happening, why your boyfriend is so angry. You plead with him to calm down, to tell you what’s wrong. Why are you going back to Makki’s house? You already told them that neither of you were going to stick around for breakfast! 

But all questions slip from you and you stare in horror as Hanamaki cheerily opens the front door when Iwaizumi knocks, only to double over with an agonized howl as the ace punches him in the face. And then there’s a second blow. A third blow. And you’re rushing over to the duo on trembling legs, tightly wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s waist from behind, sobbing and begging for him to stop, screaming for Oikawa and Matsukawa to come out and help. 

You cry in relief when your two classmates come rushing to see what the commotion is about, swiftly stepping into help, Matsukawa pulling a bleeding Hanamaki away from Iwaizumi’s grasp, Oikawa helping you restrain your lover. But you all freeze at the accusation that comes tumbling out of Iwaizumi’s mouth. 

“How dare you take advantage of my girlfriend, you sick fuck! I thought we were friends!”

There’s silence as you all process his words, the four of you slowly turning to stare at Hanamaki, waiting for him to say something, deny the claim, anything. But when he just turns his gaze to the ground, unable to look Iwaizumi in the eyes, you feel bile rise in your throat and you drop to your knees, shaking and dry heaving, barely cognizant of a broad figure crouching in front of you, a gruff voice still thick with anger, but laced with concern as it tells you to breathe and calm down. And the world is a hazy and confused mess as you’re ushered away, tucked back into Iwaizumi’s car and driven back home as Oikawa assumes his captain demeanor, forcing all parties to separate and cool off a bit first before coming back together to discuss this later. 

It’s silent as Iwaizumi helps you carry your bags to your room, but the click of your bedroom door closing behind the two of you has you throwing yourself at your lover, wailing and apologizing for how stupid you were, how sorry you were, pleading and begging him to believe that you had no idea, that you would never have let it happen knowingly, that you only love him. But you instantly shut up as lips come crashing down on yours, rough and demanding, possessively claiming you as his and you gasp as you’re thrown on your bed with a force that has you bouncing from the impact. 

“Haji-Hajime?”

You trail off, thighs clenching and throat nervously gulping as he stalks towards you, green eyes dark and cloudy, angry and hungry, instinctively backing away from him as he approaches. But that only seems to infuriate him more and you squeal as he pulls you back towards him by your ankles, shoving your panties down and shoving two thick fingers inside of you, swallowing your mewl as his lips once again devour yours. 

It feels so good. Everything feels so good. And your world narrows to his tongue twining with yours, the fingers rubbing your clit and curling inside of you, dragging against the spongy spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, the need to prove and show him how much you love him. You’d do anything, let him do anything. Anything to take away the hurt in his eyes, to erase the doubt you see as he gazes down at you, to reassure him that you’ll always be only his, just like he’ll always only be yours.

“Hajime, want you to fuck me so hard that all I can think about is your cock.” 

Those words have any last dredges of restraint inside Iwaizumi crumbling to the ground and you scream as your leg is thrown over a broad shoulder, as he plunges his cock inside of you in one thrust, an aching pleasure rolling through you from the sudden fullness and intrusion. 

“Going to fuck you dumb. Going to fuck you until the only thing you can think of and remember is my cock. Going to fuck you so silly that everyone will know that you’re MY cock slut.”

He cruelly laughs when he feels you tightening around him with each degrading word, when he sees how your eyes roll back in your head and you blabber incoherently as pleasure spikes through you. 

“You like that, huh? Look at you. You already look and sound like a stupid bimbo, MY stupid bimbo. Maybe I should make you go around wearing a collar with my name on it. Make the message really clear. Maybe I should lock you in a chastity belt at all times unless I’m fucking you. Make sure no one else can get inside this sloppy slutty cunt.” 

You moan at the thought, humiliated tears streaming down your face, but it only makes you even more aroused and Iwaizumi almost cums right there and then when you obediently nod your head and tell him you’ll do whatever he wants, absolutely sincerity in your eyes as you lovingly look up at him. 

“Such a good fucking girl. Now tell me who’s making you feel good? Who’s the only one who can make you feel good? Who’s the only one allowed to make you feel good?” 

Your body tenses and you desperately claw and clutch at his shoulders and back as the knot inside of you tightens and tightens as he increases his pace and bends you even further in half, shrieking “only you” and “please make me feel good”, “make me cum”. And then you’re tumbling down in ecstasy, body thrashing and convulsing, drool and lewd broken cries pouring out of your mouth as his fingers rub your clit, wailing as he continues to ram in and out of you, relentless as he chases his own high in a frenzied flurry of motions that has your nails leaving long vicious scratch marks in his skin. 

You moan in relief and contentment as hot thick spurts fill you, as his body carefully collapses on top of yours, encompassing you in his sturdy and comforting presence as the two of you pant for breath, chests heaving up and down in a sweaty slick mess. But you let out a breathy laugh when he buries his head in the crook of your neck and tightly wraps his arms around you, mentally envisioning the pouting mope you know is on his face despite the fact that you can’t see it from the position you’re in. 

It takes a bit of work to move his dead weight as he refuses to budge and help you, but with a grunt and a push you maneuver the two of you so that you’re both on your sides, face-to-face. And you playfully rub your nose against his, littering his face with butterfly kisses, laughing as his sulking turns into scowling, giggling and flailing when he tucks your head under his chin and hugs you tightly to him in punishment when you grossly lick his cheek and smile victoriously as the corners of his lips finally twitch upwards. 

But eventually he lets you up to breathe and the two of you rest your foreheads against each other. 

“You know I had no idea, right, Hajime? That I love you and only you, right?”

You lean into his touch as a calloused hand cups your face, purring as a thumb delicately strokes your cheekbone. 

“I know. I know it wasn’t your fault and I love you too. More than anything or anyone else in the world.” 

And that’s all the reassurance you two need as your lips intimately connect once again. 

[pluviophile-imagines]

AH IM LATE BUT PLS RYU IN #6 with the sleepy kisses🥺

Never too late for a Blue Lock boy 👁👁this isnt part of the request but I Do What I Want (also one of my wives sent this and she likes my plan) so im making this a werewolf!au. idk ryu has wolf ears and the reader knows and its cute sjdhbfg the reader’s human i havent put much thought into it except that wolf ryu is cute

6: lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up

It’s rare for you to wake up before Ryusei, but you’re more than happy it’s happened. It’s the cold that rouses you, having turned over sometime in the night away from your person-shaped space heater (who loves to hog the damn blankets) and shaking, literally, awake.

You blink the sleep from your eyes, shivering profusely (your teeth are literally chattering, dear god). The sun’s first rays are beginning to light up the room, but they don’t provide nearly as much warmth as your boyfriend ought to be giving you.

Rolling over, you find him still sleeping peacefully, face peaceful as he lays on his side facing you. He’s got all the blankets tugged close to his body. Months ago, back when spending the night together was new, you’d have hesitated to pry the fabric from his grip. Now, you don’t pause, forcing your way into his arms and shoving your freezing feet against his.

You watch his face scrunch up in annoyance, but his arms find their way around your body anyway and he tugs you in closer despite the temperature. You’re more than happy; he runs hot—a product of his inhuman state of being—and on cold fall mornings like this you’re forever grateful and more than willing to take advantage, even if it’s his fault you’re so cold.

It’s more than comfortable in his arms like this. The steady rhythm of his breathing and the heavy beat of your heart in your ear as you press your head against his chest sooth you and bid you to fall asleep again. You almost give in to the lull, but you know that if you do he’ll wake up before you do, and you so rarely get to enjoy his uncharacteristically soft early morning self.

Instead, you let yourself get distracted by his ears. You’ve always loved them; from the moment you’d met him you’d been enthralled, but unsurprisingly he’d only just recently become comfortable enough to let you touch them.

You reach up, ignoring the sting of chilly air on your bare arm as you remove it from the blanket, and let yourself give in to the impulse to stroke the fur.

It’s the same color as his hair, almost indistinguishable except that it’s so much softer. You pinch the tip between your thumb and forefinger (gently, obviously) and stroke there, a gesture you’ve learned he enjoys.

He’s still asleep, but the ear flicks, and his nose wrinkles slightly. You can’t help but lean in and kiss the tip, quickly and fleetingly, just long enough to rouse him just a little more from his sleep.

Then you lean up further and kiss the base of the ear you’d just touched. Now he’s really waking up; you can tell because you feel the bed shake and the blankets shift as his tail starts to wag.

Ryusei shuffles, tugging you ever closer and nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a low growl. Laughing breathlessly in response, you just wrap your own arms around your neck so that your hands can find his ears again, repeating the motion from before more intently.

He pulls back, eyes still closed as his mouth tugs back in a lazy, halfhearted snarl that shows off his fangs and he mumbles a husky, “Go back to sleep, woman.”

You kiss him, for real this time, capturing that snarl and sweetly pressing your lips to his before he can fully wake up and take control. He tries anyway, tugging you over without breaking the kiss so that you’re lying fully on top of him with your hands still stroking at his soft ears.

When you finally do pull away, his eyes blink open, and he can’t help a lazy, content smile from breaking the glare he was trying to give you. You give him one last kiss, pressed against his jaw, before you finally speak. “Good morning, puppy.”

[rieson]

can i request a scenario for smoker and a fem reader please? she was hostage on a pirate ship until he saved her- only to realize that they were childhood friends/an old crush? bonus points if they cuddle :D THANK YOU SM BTW ILY AND YOUR WRITING !!

hi peyton !! thank you for requesting a scenario, sorry if smoker is ooc in here; i'm still studying his character in-depth! ily and ur writing too!!

Pairing : Captain Smoker ✗ F!Reader

Genre : Fluff, Humor

Content Warning : Strong languange

Word Count : 1,119

─ if one were to ask captain smoker where he would expect to reunite with his childhood friend, he definitely wouldn't have expected to reunite with her here; all chained up and ruined, being a hostage.

"what the fuck [name]?"

HONESTLY, Life was NOT going great for you right now.

Why, you may ask?

Well perhaps you may or may not have accidentally provoked a group of pirates scum that was terrorizing an island; your island to be exact.

You couldn’t just sit there and be a ‘good girl’ who did they take you as?!

You were very much not going to just sit there and let the pirates do whatever they wanted on your island ─ you were strong, you knew you were.

Okay maybe going in to blindly attack them weren’t such a great idea after all.

Listen, you ran out of ideas okay, not everybody can make an efficient plan at the back of their head in a few minutes and under pressure.

Your brain simply just malfunctioned under pressure, it wasn't your fault !

And now, here you are; all chained up in some stinky cell with half of your clothes ripped up ─ Oh is that mashed potato on the floor?

Honestly, times like these makes you reminisce on the past; if you did die here; at least you did some good deeds in the past,,, right?

Now that you think about it…. Does trying to cook a meal for the poor count? (keyword; trying) well i guess it did come out all charcoal-y but you fed them! You don't know why they kept avoiding you later on; you were only trying to help them!

Ah.. thinking of the past reminds you of a certain ash haired grumpy child.

You wonder how he’s doing right now─ did he get to achieve his dream by being a marine? Was he still grumpy 24/7? Ah, there’s alot of things that may have changed about him.

Its been years.

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Smoker was not having a good day today.

Scratch that, everything’s been shit this whole day.

First of all; he just lost track sight of the strawhat pirates (again),

Second; Tashigi kept bugging him, rambling about the strawhat’s swordsman and how ‘He shouldn't treat the Wado Ichimonji carelessly’

Third of all; Apparently, an island near by the ship Smoker was sailing in was currently getting raided by some unnamed pirates, and that's not all.

Someone was dumb enough to provoke the pirates and they ended up being held hostage by said pirates.

“Fucking hell..” Smoker angrily mumbled under his breath as he takes another inhale of the cancer sticks cigarettes.

“They got guts, but why exactly?!” An irk mark appeared on his head.

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Honestly, you never thought you were never ever gonna play ‘count the sheep’ game in your head when you yourself was probably on the verge of death.

But hey, you learned something new; you could count up to 243 sheeps now ─ that's like, 5 times more than your old record when you were 8!

You mentally give yourself a pat on the back.

You yawn.

It was starting to get really boring in here; your eyelids were dangerously threatening to close any second now, but you werent gonna give in; if you sleep then you’ll get killed and you could not afford that ─ at least that's what books told you.

Now that you think about it, there arent alot of cells in here.

Atleast bring me some jailmates jeez, its starting to get boring with no one here but you and the mashed potato on the floor.

Okay now your eyelids are really threatening to touch

You regret pulling an all nighter yesterday; because you would not be sleepy if you just dragged your ass to bed and get a normal sleep schedule.

Screw me

Drip, Drip.

You hear the sound of water as it drips down the ceilings and cells.

You hear the calm sound of waves as the pirate ship rocked calmly in the ocean.

You hear─

BOOM !

Your eyes snapped open; your body flinching as you were not used to the sound of canons being used.

Wait- Canons?

The realization hits you; is someone gonna rescue me? Holy shit im not gonna die!

Wait, but what if its just another pirate crew!?─

“ITS CAPTAIN SMOKER!” You hear a loud yell outside, followed by a couple of shrieks.

‘Captain smoker?’ You thought as your eyebrows knitted together

‘The name sounds really similar…’

‘Smoker...Smooookerr..’ You test how the name rolled out of your tongue mentally.

As if something finally clicked. “SMOKER!” You exclaimed loudly, a toothy grin unconsciously forming on your face.

Is it the same smoker?

Does he still acts the same as 20 years ago?

Was he still smoking those cancer sticks? Oh god i swear if he still smokes─

Your train of thoughts was interrupted as the door to the cell room was broken down; there now stood a 6’10 muscular shadow at the door.

He mumbled something incoherently that you couldnt hear.

He walks towards you, making his figure known.

He had white-hair and brown-eyes, in his mouth was what was seen as two cigars dangling on his mouth; looking like it was about to fall off soon; but the man seemed to have a good grip on it. He wore a large thick white and blue specialist marine jacket which he keeps open, with greenish fur lining the neck, wrists, and hem. The jacket bears the kanji for "justice" written on the back of it.

The man stared at you.

You blinked.

Once.

Twice.

He stares deep into your [eye colour] orbs, seemingly thinking of something as his eyebrows knitted together.

You smiled warmly at him, “Smokeey!!~”

His face retorted from annoyance ─ relief ─ annoyed with a hint of amusement.

“God, i knew that was you.” He grumbled, seemingly taken aback to meet her here after years of not contacting her’ although if you squint, you can see the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

“Aww, did smokey not miss me?” You pout.

His mouth open and closes, racking his brain for a comeback but you cut him to it;

“Maan, thank god you're here! I was starting to get bored counting sheeps in my head and having a staring contest with a mashed potato─ Oh speaking of the potato, you’re stepping on it” You rambled

Smoker’s face changed to disgust as he looks down to his feet; lifting it up to see if he really did step on a mashed potato that was probably rotten by now.

He narrowed his eyes and directed his gaze at you, “What the fuck [Name]?”

You merely showed him a grin in response.

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“[Name] please get off and shower first, you fucking stink”

You only snuggled deeper to his chest, “No” and smiled tenderly at the warmth he was radiating.

“[Name] i swear to god”

end

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[jaxwhacks]

so,,,, fowlstone is what im eat sleep & breathin at the moment so here's a series of hcs ok?ok ((disclaimer this is mostly,,,, what i want to happen and is in no way canon,,,, i highly doubt its whats going to happen but let me dream; also it is 5 am an i am sleepy n incoherent)) [u can block tags 'fowlstone' and/or 'nebula blathers' to not see it if u want]

- he does a lot of the 1987 steelbeak shit (for example: dw: "you've bit off more than u can chew, evildoer!" glad: "we'll see about that!" and he just bites dw's gas gun (bonus dw: "well,,, at least you're getting ur fiber!")

- he met dw briefly in moonvasion but didn't like,,, talk to him or anything so dw has no idea that he's the traitor

- gizmo has,,,,, a vague idea? like he doesn't think he's got any real evidence but he is Sus(tm)

- i rlly like the idea of him being like,,,, a triple agent who's secretly collecting like fowl plans and stuff to give back to scrooge

- he figures out the blot is a fowl agent at the same time blot figures out he's a fowl agent so the two of them get paired for a mission or somethin and its like "what the fuck are u doing here" on both ends (they do go on the mission and fight. the whole time (glad: "im still fucken pissed @ u u bastard man!!!!" blot: "its not my fault your luck is magic!!" glad: "its not mine either! checkmate, bitch!")

- he fucking hates rockerduck.

- also on a side note: i dont think jeeves is still babey bc they stole the fountain of youth,,, maybe tho

- he'll be the one tasked with stealing the sword and will have like an emotional awakening abt his luck (or, maybe this revalation is what causes him to become a triple agent idk idk)

- he will at some point be asked to harm one of em (directly or not) and will outright refuse to

- he butts heads with steelbeak a lot,,, hes friends with gandra for like five minutes but it doesnt last lmao

- he gets a weapon and/or fucking looses it

- ok ok ok so like a particularly angry gladstone getting his cover blown by scrooge near the end of his ''''arc''''' ok? ok so ive prepared an interpretive set of rambles abt it

"what about your family, lad?!?"

"you don't understand, mcduck." the cane twirls in his fingers, taken from his adversary as his fellow agents restrained the billionaire. "i dont have a family. not with you, anyway."

the cane snaps.

"back to headquarters."

- ok so that was that

- it sounded a lot cooler in my head

- he has very strange threats

ok ill probably ramble more later like i said up there block the 'fowlstone' or 'nebula blathers' tags if u dont wanna see it