#im so so so sorry

[a-songs-sorrow]

Oh it’s the one time of year Edgeworth and I hate for the same reason.

One week until Christmas! There is nothing relevant to this game franchise

[sleepyycapybara]

Leo: I hope they play Fein

Jason: We are literally in the middle of Gaea's awakening

Guys I'm really sorry

[cillsmurph]

CILLIAN MURPHY

96th Academy Awards Winner for Best Actor

[tomeofmonie]

Sanji OP as this Sabrina Carpenter doodle

(Apologies for the shitpost but the idea has been haunting me ALL DAY)

[junetoosoon]

What if instead of Aperture Science it was Freakature Science, and instead of Wheatley we had Freakley, and instead of tests we had jerkin it nasty style

[xxzombieangelsxx]

Can't belive THIS is my first post on here...

[zal-cryptid]

(joke question) even tho toyfolk cant even kids what would ship kids between the characters look like (like the current ships like jen and paul mel and tammy etc etc)

Okay, tvheadvoid, you brought these monsters into this world. Name them, and I'll show them all grown up.

[inuyassa]

HELLO!!! Can i make a Luffy x F!reader (not dating YET but mutual pining) request where the reader gets injured during a fight but hides it from the crew because the victory party started, (and because after everything Luffy has been through recently the reader doesn't want him to worry) BUT she goes down half way through the party?

What is Luffy's reaction??

Angst to comfort ig?? does that make sense???

THANK.

OMG YOU KNOW I LOVE ME SOME ANGST!!!!!!! I hope this is what you were thinking/hoping!!

Luffy x F!Reader

Request

Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Blood, and Implied Injury. Some mature language.

Wake Up...

She gripped the edge of the bathroom sink as she placed another round of antiseptic on the wound.  It was a fresh laceration, bright red and still bleeding.  She had only received it a day ago while the crew was ashore and attacked by a local gang.  The fight was short lived, but she still took quite a few hits, and when one came at her with a knife…

It would be so simple to just go to Chopper and ask to be patched up, but by the time everyone made their way back to the ship, the party was underway.  Drinks and food and music, complements of Zoro, Sanji, and Brook respectively.  It was one of the first times since reuniting that the crew was able to celebrate a win together.  Luffy was overjoyed, his smile was back after so much pain…how could she ruin that by making him worry?

After another painful round of wound cleaner, she made her way back onto the deck.  Brook was jamming away on his violin while Sanji pined after Robin and Nami with plates of sweets and mugs of tea.  Zoro laughed through a half drunk bottle of sake while Luffy devoured a full serving of meat on the bone. The sounds of laughter once again filled the deck of the Thousand Sunny.  She smiled, her eyes growing heavy.  She braced herself against the nearby pillar and tried to stop the world from spinning. 

“Hey kiddo, you doing okay?” Franky walked up beside her, he had been making his way to the spread of food when he saw her loose balance.  She looked up at him, his smile faded when he saw how pale she looked, her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat.  “Woah, buddy, you don’t look too good,” he said, putting a large, strong hand on your shoulder.  “You need me to get Chopper?”

She grinned, feeling the world swallow her up.  “Hey, Franky,” she began.  “Don’t let me hit my head okay?” Her legs buckled beneath her and she fell.  Franky lunged forward to catch her, easing her onto the ground.  “Kid? Kid! Hey, we need help over here!”

Franky’s voice cut through the jovial music, causing Brook to freeze and the rest of the crew to look towards him.  When Luffy saw her on the ground, he rushed over, leaving his half eaten meat behind.  Chopper followed closely behind, grabbing his bag from off the bench.  The rest of the crew shot over, hovering as she lay in Franky’s arms.  Her breath was short and shaky, her brow furrowed in pain.  Luffy looked her over with panic, that’s when he noticed the blood soaking into her shirt.  She was hurt.  He faltered backwards several steps before he fell to his knees, his heart beating loud and fast in his ears, his eyes full of fear.  Zoro noticed his Captain and knelt down in front of him.  “Luffy, you’ve got to stay with us okay?”

“Blood…” Luffy said, his voice hoarse and soft.  “She’s bleeding…”

Zoro grabbed his shoulders.  He might be the future Pirate King, but right now, he was that same little kid who just lost his brother.  “Look at me Luffy,” Zoro said, his voice stern but comforting.  “This is not like then, this is now.  She’s going to be fine.  You won’t lose her, understand?”  That’s when Zoro noticed the tears welling up in Luffy’s eyes.  He stared blankly ahead, his face locked.  “Blood…” he breathed.  “So much blood…”

“We need to get her inside,” Chopper said.  “She’s responsive but in a lot of pain.”  Franky nodded and stood up, slowly cradling her tense body in his arms.  She let out a pained yell as he did, and Luffy’s breath caught in his throat.  He stood up, shoving Zoro out of the way and running towards her.  He was tackled by Usopp who pinned the manic Luffy down.  “Calm down Luffy,” he yelled.  “You won’t be any help to her the way you are now.”

Luffy clawed at the ground, his fists filling with grass and dirt, he yelled for Usopp to get off him.  “I’m your captain,” he screamed, his voice raw.  “You do as I say and get the hell off me!”

A large, leather clad shoe pinned Luffy’s head to the ground.  Sanji stood above him, his eyes filled with rage and worry.  “You need to calm down Luffy,” he sneered.  “This isn’t helping anyone, especially not her!” 

Luffy fought against the pressure, but with his arms bound by Usopp, he wasn’t going anywhere.  His breath became fast and heavy, his body slowly losing the will to fight them off anymore.  Hot tears streamed from his eyes and he sobbed.  He let our months of repressed worry and fear.  Pain he thought he was over all came rushing back into him like a flood he couldn’t control…

***

“You gave us all quite a scare,” Chopper lectured her as he changed her bandages.  It had been two days since she collapsed at the party, and in that short amount of time, Chopper’s treatment had all but healed her.  “You’ll have a nasty scar, but other than that, your wound looks really good!”

She smiled, caressing the small doctor’s cheek.  “Looks like I owe you my life yet again Doctor.” Chopper began to blush, assuring her that her compliments could not fool him, and that she was a liar.  She laughed.  “Is Luffy around?  I haven’t seen him since I woke up.”

Chopper paused.  “He hasn’t really talked much to anyone on board.  He just sits at the helm and looks out at the sea…we’re all sort of worried about him.”

She sighed, looking out the small window at the ocean.  In an attempt to save Luffy the pain of seeing her hurt, she ended up making the situation much worse…

*** 

Luffy sat cross-legged, letting the sea breeze run its invisible fingers through his hair, his hat dangling around his neck.  The sun was getting ready to set, that would mean three days since he last saw her…

”Is this seat taken?”  Luffy’s head shot around to see her standing behind him, a small blanket wrapped around her.  His heart dropped to his stomach.  She looked so tired…

She must have taken his silence as a response and lowered herself down next to him.  His eyes never left her, afraid that if he so much as blinked she would disappear forever. “You don’t need to blame yourself, you know,” she began.  “I hid it from everyone.  I didn’t want to make you worry.  I guess that plan sort of backfired though huh?”

Luffy still only stared at her…”You were bleeding,” he began.  “And then you collapsed…just like he did.”

She looked at him.  “Luffy…”

“I thought you weren’t going to wake up too…”

Before he could say anything else she threw her arms around him, pulling him into her arms.  Luffy held onto her tight, burrowing his face in between her neck and shoulder.  She felt his body shake with silent sobs.  “I’m right here,” she whispered.  “I’m right here.  I’m not going anywhere I promise…”

[tuppaware-art]

[babastange]

Ah yes, I understand. The explicit sex scene they were teasing us about

[mantis-yippee]

Day three of balding everyone until the S2 trailer releases, you've heard of Archibald, now we have Kenjibald..

[sweeneydino]

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I'm so sorry.

[morningsharksworld]

Faceplant

A/N: i know I said that after these few fics for Hazard I was going to post about Mauga but I saw @moira-mains-go-to-hell post about Hazard and the reader overall just being a little shit and I decided to give my on spin on it because I thought that it would be funny 😭

Summary: Let the Prank wars begin

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The argument had been petty, honestly. Something about whose turn it was to do the dishes. Or maybe it was over the thermostat. You couldn’t even remember what sparked it, but it had ended with Hazard flopping onto the bed, throwing an exaggerated arm over his eyes, and grumbling “Gonna sleep it off before I say somethin’ I regret.”

You’d rolled your eyes at his dramatics, but his silence as he turned on his side, back to you, left you simmering. The nerve. So, as you stood in the doorway, watching him drift off, a wicked idea crossed your mind. A harmless. TINY. little prank.

Sneaking over to his prosthetics, you carefully turned them off. The soft chime confirmed they were deactivated, and you stifled a laugh as you tiptoed back to your side of the bed. “Let’s see you storm off tomorrow, tough guy” you muttered under your breath, climbing under the covers. Satisfied with your mischief, you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, sunlight poured into the room. You were half-awake, snug in the blankets, when you heard the rustling of sheets and a groggy groan from Hazard.

“A’right…” he mumbled, his Scottish accent thick from sleep, “time to get up…”

You peeked out from under the covers, watching as he swung his torso up, planted his hands on the mattress, and—with all the confidence in the world—tried to stand.

“OI—!”

And just like that, he toppled forward, his arms flailing briefly before landing flat on his face with a muffled *thud*. You bolted upright, the sheets pooling around your lap as you stared at him sprawled on the floor. For a moment, there was silence. Then, a sound you hadn’t expected.

Laughter. Loud, uncontrollable laughter, echoing from the floor.

Hazard was face down, shoulders shaking as he wheezed and slapped a hand weakly against the carpet. “You… fuckin cheeky bastard!” he managed between gasps, his accent making the words tumble out in a melodic jumble. “You turned me legs off, didn’t ye!?”

You bit your lip, trying—and failing—to keep a straight face. “…I might have” you admitted, the corners of your mouth twitching.

He rolled onto his back, still laughing, one hand over his face. “Love, I… I tried tae just hop up like nothin’ was wrong! Thought I was losin’ me mind fer a second there!”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The sight of him sprawled out, hair sticking up in all directions, tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks—it was too much. You joined him, your laughter ringing out as you leaned over the edge of the bed.

“Serves you right” you teased between giggles. “That’s what you get for avoiding me like that last night.”

He propped himself up on his elbows, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Aye, fair’s fair” he said, his grin as wide as you’d ever seen it. “But dinnae think I’ll let this slide, darlin’. Revenge’ll be sweet.”

“Oh, I’m terrified” you shot back playfully, holding his gaze with mock defiance.

Still chuckling, he finally pushed himself upright, reaching over to re-enable his prosthetics. The familiar hum and whir signaled their activation, and he stood, testing his balance before looking at you with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” he said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “But don’t get too comfortable. I’ll be plotting.”

You smirked, watching him shuffle off toward the bathroom, still shaking his head in disbelief. The morning sunlight danced through the room, and as the laughter faded, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth for the man who could turn even a prank into a moment of joy.

Whatever payback he had in mind, you knew it would be worth it just to see that smile again.

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A few days later, the consequences of your prank began to surface. It started innocently enough. You spotted a tiny piece of your favorite bike model figurine on the coffee table. At first, you thought it had just fallen off, but when you found another piece in the kitchen—and then another in the bathroom—you knew something was up.

By the end of the day, you’d only managed to find eight of the ninety pieces. Each discovery came with a fresh wave of frustration and suspicion. Hazard’s smug grin whenever he passed by didn’t help either.

“Lost somethin’, lass?” he asked casually, leaning against the doorframe as you scoured the bookshelf.

“You’re insufferable” you muttered, glaring at him. “Where are the rest of the pieces?” You said showing him a part from the model.

He shrugged, his expression the picture of innocence. “Dunno what yer talkin’ about. But if I were tae scatter somethin’ precious around, I’d make sure tae keep ye on yer toes.”

You threw a cushion at him, which he caught effortlessly, his laughter filling the room. You’d underestimated him, and now you were paying the price.

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You’re killing him in his sleep tonight.

[crimsonred-hi]

Everything, Everywhere

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Warnings:

Summary: his lover is laying there, laying under 6 feet under the grass. Gone to the world. The love of his life: gone. Yet, he stills comes every week, to smile at her, and tell her that one day he’ll join her, but he promised her to live to the fullest… so he will.

He sits there, in front of the stone. It’s a pretty stone, with flowers painted on it, because his mother tried to make the stone pretty by painting on it.

He smiles at her, cutting the ends off the flowers he bought for her, making sure to cut them at a 45 degree angle so they last longer. It’s a bouquet of spring flowers, because the season is changing and he is going to the U.S. for a couple months, he wants the flowers to look right of the time.

He places the flowers out, making them look nice. He’s always known that the fact he never got over her was considered weird, but how could he: she was perfect and now she’s gone.

“How are ya doing, love?… I hope your well, I’m well. My life is going well… it’s weird, not having you around to fight of the groupies.”

He laughs warmly, smiling with that twinkle in his eyes, taking a memory of her arguing with a groupie because the girl was getting too close to him.

___

“Honey, why were you being like that?”

His lover grumbles from the side of him as they walk home form the pub, her arms crossed and his jacket over her shoulders.

“She was too fuckin close! She was too close. I didn’t like it.”

He sighs, moving closer, arm draped over her shoulders, pressing his lips too her forehead.

“Y/n, I’m not going to leave ya for some lass in the pub…”

She grumbles again, but she becomes a little less tense with his words.

___

“You were a funny gal… you really made me happy…”

The light in his eyes is lots at the need to use past tense when talking about her… she’s gone.

He can’t admit it, he doesn’t want to: why would he want to. He loves her, he can’t stop his love for her, but she’s not coming back. SHE IS NOT COMING BACK. He can’t say it out loud…

“I’m going on tour soon, I’m going to (your home city)… I’m gonna see your parents, celebrate your birthday with them… I’m so thankful that they let you stay in Ireland with me… I’m so thankful…”

He smiles back at the stone, her name cared into it with a curvy font. ‘Loving Daughter, Sister, Friend and Wife’. They weren’t even married, they never got the chance to get married, but her parents surprised him by putting wife on it: he cried when he read it. He wept and wept.

He still weeps.

He fiddles with the flower on her grave, trying to distract himself from the pain.

“Ermmm… I’ve got another album coming out… and I read that book you got me for my birthday, why didn’t you tell me you annotated it? I cried when I read your handwritten…”

He laughs warmly, running his hand through his hair.

“Your handwriting is so messy… and what possessed you to write in that awful purple pen?”

___

“Christ! Why are ya writin’ like that?”

She giggles, poking the pen into his arm, drawing on his arm and hurting him at the same time.

“Oi, I like this pen, it’s a nice colour.”

“It’s also blinding.”

He grumbles standing behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, kissing the back of her head and nuzzling into her hair.

“Come on, ya couldn’t have just written in black or blue?”

That sets her off, now she’s talking his ear off about how much she hates blue pen, his heart just melts as she talks with her hands.

___

He laughs that full belly laugh, the laugh that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners and makes his smile wide, gorgeous.

“God! You were so fuckin funny! Good God… you were extraordinary…”

His thoughts break through, usually he would think about his own music when he was at her grave, Work Song is a constant in his mind… but he did that song with Noah Kahan recently, all he can think about is Everything, Everywhere… the title alone makes his breath shoulder, she was everything, she is everywhere.

“We cried, ‘oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh’

Everything, everywhere

I wanna love you ‘till we’re food for the worms to eat

‘Till our fingers decompose

Keep my hand in yours…”

The lyrics are soft on his lips.

He’s sang to her before, dead or alive. He felt like she was listening, he knew she wasn’t. He never believed in ghosts or the afterlife, it’s a warming concept, but is it true? He doubts it is. But he finds warmth in knowing that the plot next to his lover is bought and waiting for him.

It’s sad… he bought it the same day he bought hers.

He knows he’s still young, he knows he could find another, he could find many more… but the sheer idea of having another woman the way he had her makes him sick. It feels like cheating.

“Ya know, I made a song…. I make loads of songs, you know that… I made one about us… well, I’m telling the people it’s about characters in Dante’s Inferno…… it’s about how I would do it again… I would love you again even with the knowledge of what’s to come…”

“It’s a nice thought… well not nice, but ya know what I mean… I love the idea of meeting you again… even if it’s in hell.”

He sighs, rubbing his hands over his face.

“Christ… what I would do to have you here or be there with you?”

He sighs, looking at the time on his phone… he’s gotta go. He doesn’t want too.

“I’m sorry, honey… I’ve gotta go… I’m sorry… I’ll visit when I can… I’ll be back I promise.”

His words are too soothe a nonexistent being, the being is gone, yet he still acts like he’s talking to his living lover.

He blows her a kiss, and leaving her grave behind. His heartbreaking yet again at having to leave. Wishing he could lie in the ground with her forever…

Im sorry. Im so, so sorry.

[dr-spectre]

I saw someone on twitter explain why they announced the Grand Festival the way that they did and now i kinda feel like a giant asshat...

I feel like a complete moron and I'm part of the problem of bullying overworked game devs... How could i be so confidently wrong? I'm such a fucking fool and idk what i'm talking about...

I'm sorry y'all.

[marvelmaniac715]

Warning, very dirty-minded thought from me below the cut:

I watched an episode of Classic Doctor Who the other day and the Master asked the Doctor, “Will you come quietly?” And I think it’s terrible that my first and immediate thought was, “I don’t think he does that” followed up by “You should know”. 😭