#it's like. hard reading smth that isn't by her

[grassbreads]

I need somebody to tell me to go back to reading JWQS instead of rereading Tai Sui again

[fiapple]

i'm getting towards the end of the skypeia arc, & i'd like to say just how much i adore the way the female strawhats have been treated.

just... every aspect of how the way their characters have been previously contextualized influences the story-line is treated with a masterful amount of consideration. we're given so many layers to both of them that enrich not only their characters specifically, but the arc, and the one piece world as a whole. without nami & robin having their specific skills, and their specific values, without those being built upon, the story would have come to a halt.

you could not have skypeia without nami & robin being who they are as individuals. not just because they never would've gotten there without nami, but also because the way these women think is itself foundational to the machinations of the arc as a whole.

to be totally upfront, if you think any other strawhats were more central to the skypeia arc than nami & robin were you are full-on fucking lying to yourself.

[sarcasticgaypotato]

This cat has a PhD

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Fanart for Panthera by @idrewacow

I cannot recommend this fic enough, it is an absolute delight so far. It's a classic, traditionally lighthearted fanfiction trope being handled dead serious and it's everything I didn't know I needed. It doesn't hesitate to dig its claws (haha) into visceral discomfort for our lead, but it still has moments that made me laugh out loud. Can't wait to see what happens next!

[i-am-agent-washingtub]

Took my little brother to school with me and all he did was nibble my homework >:(

[quirkle2]

oh nooo that's quite a bummer :( but i'm very glad that i helped brightening up your day :") tbh your writing brightens up my day too (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

AND WAIT I'VE BEEN ACTUALLY QUITE THINKING ABOUT WHETHER ZOMBIE MOB HAS FOUGHT OFF A ZOMBIE WHEN I ASKED IF HE HAS EVER BITTEN SOMEONE and since you brought it up, well, would be okay to ask about the details of how it went 👁️👁️ (also him fighting off a fellow zombie to protect tome got me sobbing)

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aww im glad my silly little words brighten ur day!! ur so sweet :]

and yes, it went horribly <3! tome prolly wasn't paying attention as closely as she should've been and got herself surrounded by a crowd. to be clear, that's not Always dangerous, since zombies arent like,, after ur brains in this constantly. but these zombies did look quite hungry, and human or not, she looked like a good meal,,

she had wandered off a bit from mob n ritsu, but mob heard the commotion first. tome has a big fucking baseball bat in this au that she likes to swing around, but a baseball bat can only get u so far in terms of self defense. she thins the horde but there's simply too many of them

mob lets exactly One zombie grab her and yank her toward them before he goes ballistic

watching zombies fight is a lot closer to watching wild animals fight than anything else, and it gets quite horrid sometimes. since their bites aren't rly "dangerous" to each other beyond the typical Oh No a Chunk of Flesh is Gone (not even painful for them, since their nerves r.. less than functional), the fight is a lot more close up and gruesome than a fight against a zombie and a human would be. humans usually back away from zombies immediately and try not to touch them at all in fear of getting bitten; zombies don't need to care abt that

most of the horde realizes that this meal isn't going to be easy and they wander off, but a few more hungry, more desperate ones try to rip into mob's throat at the first sign of defiance. it's not exactly a fair fight; it's like 1 against 4, so he's sorta bound to lose

thankfully ritsu shows up and shoots two of them down (he's Terrified of shooting mob by accident, but either way he'll probably die, so) and tome gets the last one with a good swing to the head. ritsu rushes to mob and is horrified by the amount of blood dripping from his neck and his arm; tome is equally as shocked, but she's mostly thinking, "ive Never seen a zombie defend a human before"

mob's neck is thankfully mostly just scraped up and clawed, but there Is some gruesome punctures where canines sank in and tugged. it's a lot worse along his arm that's bitten and gouged beyond belief. he loses a lot of blood here, but the whole nerves-no-longer-work thing is a blessing in disguise atm; he'd be in a lot of pain otherwise. while ritsu and tome are patching him up w shaky hands he simply glares beyond their shoulders like he thinks he's still in danger, even when they tighten the bandages. it's like he barely notices what they’re doing

his strangely alert behavior makes them think abt the possibility that maybe mob Knows he could've easily been shredded apart there, and he's a little scared and worked up abt it. the only reason he managed to fight as long as he did without dying is prolly bc the other zombies weren't as well-fed as mob—they were kinda weak and shaky from days of no food, but mob has humans taking care of him and keeping him fed 24/7

they're all shaken up by it pretty good.. tome is still reeling from the fact that mob defended her so valiantly, and ritsu is quietly horrified by the idea of another zombie killing mob instead of a human. he doesn't know which is worse

[starphobe]

fh fandom back to wishing death on a fictional teenager for being mentally ill and not learning how to cope with that in a healthy way. what else is new

[str4wberrysw4n]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟑𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋!! + 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃 🧁

i don't want to give out too much info, but i have a friend who doesn't come to school very often. she's absent for majority of the week or comes late so i barely get to see her. today, she didn't come and she hadn't come the day before. most of the time, i try to text her to see if she'll respond, but today i thought to myself "why am i upset she isn't at school? besides it doesn't matter to me. I would like for her to be here but it's not a big deal if she isn't." so after 2nd period, we meet up at the stairs so we can walk to class. when she's not here, i wait for her just in case she came late or smth. this time, i simply walked upstairs. smth was telling me that my friend would be here somehow, but i ignored it.

imagine my surprise when i sat down, looked to my right, and saw her sitting down in the flesh. just there. i was shocked.

now, ik this might not seem like a manifestation (spoiler alert: I count it as one) unless u knew how i would affirm for her to come to school only to not get results. i consider her one of my best friends and school isn't the same without her. it was frustrating that the results would only come days later, yet the moment i said i didn't care, it came to me. why?

imo, the key was that I didn't put it on a pedestal. I told myself "I would LIKE for her to come, but it's not a BIG DEAL if she doesn't." i used this not only bcuz it happened at the time im writing this, but bcuz it's a perfect example of how taking ur manifestations off a pedestal helps.

imagine being a king/queen. u have literally everything u desire with the snap of ur fingers. u control everyone and everything around u. but then, u want something that u don't have in the 3d. u have it the 4d, but YOU don't see it bcuz ur eyes are only honed in on the physical world. all of a sudden, u put this object of desire,that u ALREADY have, ABOVE u. it's what u need or else u'll practically fall and break into thousands of pieces. doesn't make any sense, right? well that's literally how it is when u put ur manifestation on such a high pedestal.

YOU are the prize. YOU should be the one placed on the pedestal and stay on it. ik it's hard, especially when there's no evidence of the 3d showing u that -- but it's true. that's why when u care so much abt a manifestation, u are quite literally taking urself off and putting something way less important on there. it's hard to accept that, bcuz society has literally told us that some people are better than others. those who feed into money, fame, "above average" beauty, concepts that only exist in the 3d. but the truth is being tied down to thoughts like that will only make things harder for u.

I'm not saying u shouldn't try to manifest concepts that we know from the 3d -- almost everyone is. I would be a hypocrite to say that when im literally trying to manifest clothes rn lol. im saying that u should stop thinking of those concepts as "impossible" or "out of ur league", bcuz unless u say so, YOU are the standard. stuff like that will only drag u down into the illusion of the 3d.

to sum it up, stop putting the 3d on a pedestal and put urself on there!! when ur able to detach and no longer depend on ur manifestation coming through, it helps it pass through ur 4d level of consciousness and materialize into the 3d. someone with everything doesn't cry abt something they ASSUME they don't have. now, u might be asking: "what do i do if i can't get my mind off it?" i know all too well that this task is easier said than done, so i wanted to help!! :3 these r just some general hobbies u can do instead of obsessing over manifestations!!

🎀 drawing or some form of art

🎀 self care day

🎀 baking

🎀 studying

🎀clean ur room

🎀 text/face time ur friends

🎀 window shopping (my fav lol)

🎀 read a book

🎀 indulge in one of ur own personal hobbies

these r just some of the things that i do when i find myself stressed with a manifestation!! as always, this is all imo, and im just trying my best to help!! happy manifesting ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡

[oriorchids]

@anxiousapplepie 's roleswap au is really cool so!!

made some special attack cut-ins! one for each character/role (funnily enough three are from traveller!odile's universe)

some more thoughts under a read more

siffrin (researcher)

- first one i did

- he has stars in their eyes!! though one is much easier to see than the other

- remember that one idea about sif using their prosthetic to blind people? i think his special friendquest attack would be smth similar. light blast that stuns an opponent for a turn like that one sasasaap sadness

- if everyone else is stunned he doesn't have to worry about being the slowest in the party. or getting hit when they aren't in their shell/cloak.

- i spent a good while just trying to figure out their expression

- astronomy name? light pun name? flash of genius?? supernova?

mirabelle (fighter)

- mira is about to kill a man, or maybe a strong sadness. good for her

- i spent a while just trying to figure out how to pose her

- i think she'd either get a giant paper-type attack (to make up for a lack of paper a V) or a really big self-buff. maybe a giant paper attack that gives her an attack buff afterwards

- isabeau in canon has a lot of support moves but considering mira's party (housemaiden siffrin traveller bonnie) i think she should be more of a dps. researcher!isa can still be a support

- oh or!!! maybe she heals herself/the party some of the damage she deals.

isabeau (chef)

- may or may not have referenced the sasasaap true ending a bit

- i think the cut-in would appear whenever he runs in to take some damage for someone else

- after friendquests he might be able to counterattack? probably for more damage than bonnie could

- there would probably also be a change for when isabeau's hp is low

- somehow his cut-in ended up the smallest

- imagine if you will: cook!isabeau running in the way of the king trying to grab housemaiden!bonnie during the kingquest end

odile (traveller)

- JUST ATTACK BABYYYYY

- massive paper type move that gives no jackpot points. king will die instantly

- grabbed the way she holds her book in the jackpot

- took the longest to draw her hands i had to take a picture reference

- journal has a blank cover

bonnie (housemaiden)

- i thought it would be funny for bonnie to run across the screen every time instead of getting a formal cut-in but i did consider the formal cut-in briefly

- i think bonnie's special friendquest skill would be a really good revive all/heal all because of memory of promise in canon

- also there is no way bonnie isn't getting stressed from being a kid on a pretty much doomed mission (without the loops)

- wonder how many times bonnie's heard pity from people. including the party!! this child is the saviour of vaugarde

- at least if they work hard enough no one else will get hurt!!!

[zeezelweazel]

Could you write a bottom Leah smut where they are long-distance and meet each other again during national duty Leah is desperate so R takes her to the showers/a random room or Smth and she has to be quiet. 💕

Leah Williamson| Together at last|

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So sad Leah has had yet another injury :(

I've gotten so many requests for bottom leah I can't wait to get through them all (I'm debating on writing a lia fic as well but idk) sorry this one wasn't really proof read

TW: semi public sex, fingering, degradation

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You love camp. It's always great to get close with the girls, spend time with them while doing the thing you love most, playing football.

Undoubtedly the one thing you like the most about camp is that you get to be with Leah. Your captain and girlfriend that you adore so much but so rarely get to see. With Leah playing in England for Arsenal and you playing in Spain for Barcelona you don't get to see eachother very often. Which only meant that when you did get to see eachother you were very touchy. The entire team teased you for your clinginess but you wouldn't trade these camps for the world.

Your teammates, fortunately, didn't exactly know the extent of your clinginess either. The moment Leah looks at you, you can see it clearly in her deep blue eyes, the absolute need for you to wreck her. Which is something you can't do during camp but that doesn't mean you'll leave your loving girlfriend needy.

You're always in the mood for her, so when Leah tries to drag you away to the showers you fail to contain the knowing smirk spreading across your face. You've been watching Leah for quite a while now and the way the blonde was bitting her lips and squirming around in her cubby bench gave it all away. Leah isn't scared to drag you in a random room in the training facilities and have you fuck her there. You've done it a million times now. Usually she prefers having you all for herself but right now she needs you.

You both quickly get rid of your clothes and jump on one of the shower stalls. Your giggles are interrupted by the water falling down on your naked bodies. Leah sighs and rolls her shoulders, finally feeling her tense muscles relax. You take the opportunity to slide in behind her and put your hands on her sides. Leah hums appreciatively when you start moving them up and down her body with your fingers brushing her breasts just enough for Leah to remember what you're here to do. The blonde gasps when your fingers drop lower and softly tease her inner thighs only to climb higher once again.

Before Leah can react you move your hands up and grab her tits, squeezing the tender flesh harshly. Leah's whine turned into a yelp when you pinched her nipples and you chuckled at how desperate she was already with her knees buckling and her head thrown back at your shoulder.

"Are you wet for me baby?"

Leah chokes on a whimper when you answer your own question by running one of your fingers through her wet folds. The running water does nothing to mask how her juices stick on your fingers. You present your digits to Leah who immediately takes them in her mouth and sucks them clean. You feel her moans vibrating on your fingers when she tastes herself on you. You don't waste any time before plunging two fingers in her wet cunt and Leah moans, loud and high pitched as if you two aren't fucking on public showers.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut you slut."

Leah brings her hands up and grips your biceps while you continue moving your fingers rapidly in and out of her. She bites her bottom lip hard, desperate to keep the noises to a minimum. You smirked, knowing exactly how loud Leah gets you're sure she's not going to be quiet for much longer.

You decided to take advantage of the milky skin exposed and you leaned in to suck and kiss along the length of her neck. Leah's head spins with all the pleasure but it's not enough to sent her over the edge.

The captain starts grinding her hips against your hand and when the palm of it hits her clit delightfully Leah lets a loud whine escape her throat. Your reaction is instantaneous, your hand stills inside her and the other one came down against her ass with a loud smack. Leah gasped and squirmed when your hand made contact with her ass once more. You chuckled before gripping her head and twisting it so she looks directly in your eyes.

"Do you want everyone to know that you're a whore?" Leah squeals when you pinch her clit harshly. She tried to squirm out of your hold but you were stronger, your hands keeping her pressed firmly against you. Leah secretly loves disobeying you just to rile you up so you fuck her so good she can't walk the next day.

You scoffed when Leah clenched around your fingers and started moving them again. This time you decided to help her by angling your hand just right. With your fingers hitting her soft spot repeatedly and your palm grinding against her throbbing clit, Leah was anything but quiet. Moans and whines left her mouth completely uncontrollably and you were sure that if anyone walked outside of the showers they'd hear your girlfriend being absolutely wrecked by you.

"What if one of the girls is outside right now huh? How do you think they'd react to their captain being a fucking slut?" Leah moaned louder and grinned in delight. The fact that she was enjoying this made your head fuzzy. The thought that your girlfriend was getting off at the prospect that there might be someone listening to her being fucked was making your own stomach pool with heat.

"Gods I'm close! Please, harder!" You chuckled once more and removed your hands from Leah completely. Before the blonde could start begging you pushed her against the wall so that you two are now face to face and you finally kissed her. Your tongue made way into her mouth and you both groaned when your tongues brushed against eachother Leah took your hands in hers and led them to where she needs it most.

You slipped two fingers inside her wet hole and with your thumb you rubbed her clit. All of Leah's whimpers and moans were swallowed by your mouth while your fingers pushed her closer to the edge. Leah's thighs clamped down around your hand and you knew she was close.

Leah comes soon after with a silent scream but your hands continue their shallow and strong thrusts. When Leah comes down from her high you are already busy with lathering your hair. She smiles and wraps her arms around you.

"Round two when we get back to the hotel?"

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[yandere-sins]

Hi! I saw the request that involved the poly trio of the yan! Ghost, the darling and darlings best friend (reader) and it honestly just scratched my brain perfectly.

So if it's alr, I was wondering if it would work with Konig? I know he isn't really one for sharing in the slightest, but perhaps if he found himself vaugly fond of us, as while I'd imagine the darling being a ballsy, hothead- we'd be quiet and meek like in the Ghost fic and perhaps that while darling was definitely the center of attention, that reader was easier to deal with because of no kicking or screaming or hateful words and he'd perhaps just occasionally give us a pat or seek attention from us when things were rougher than usual with darling?

Perhaps this prompt would be darling went after Konig's gun or smth a bit ago and maybe he's currently fuming and darling is locked in a bathroom or smth and we maybe attempt to be the peacekeeper and try to smooth things over? (Not because we want to be nice, but because we know it's better when Konig and darling are calm rather than there being screaming and violence) and we try to meekly approach and convince him to calm down some? Sorry if this didn't make much sense and I really like your writing!

Thank you for requesting!! I hope I came close to your idea! ^-^

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You flinched when the bathroom door was slammed shut, almost slipping from the carrot you were cutting, but luckily, the knife missed your fingers. The screaming and fighting had finally ceased, but you didn't know who won this time as you continued to prepare dinner. However, the answer was easily determined as König stepped out of the hallway and into the living room, the fabric mask on his head moving as he shook his head.

"Scheiße," he muttered, and you put down the knife, knowing the sound would agitate him more. Scheiße meant shit, you knew that by now. He wasn't happy, it seemed. The knife made a soft clink! as you laid it flat on the countertop and he whipped around towards you, both of you startling like two deers in the headlights, and you muttered a soft, "Sorry..." while you two tried to gauge each other's intentions.

It wasn't like your captor was really terrible to you. Indifferent suited your relationship best, and you liked it that way, hating it when the attention was on you. His attention had proven to be obsessive, violent at best, from what you witnessed. It was a relief that the focus was more on your best friend than you. It was her that he was concerned about, her that he wanted. And you were just a means to an end for your friend to like him more. Their third-wheeling pet, basically, even though it was an awful situation for both your friend and you.

For a while, no one said anything. The situation was tense enough that your nervous babbling might have made him explode. König never touched you, never hurt you in the ways he did to your best friend. Subjectively, she was much worse off than you were. Still, you could never know when that giant of a man would finally snap, and you didn't want to be within his reach at that moment.

"I just..." he started, heaving another deep sigh and gripping his forehead. With his weird mask on, he looked comically like a killer from a movie, but you realized early that he wasn't that hard to read even without seeing his face. "She grabbed the gun, okay?! Why would she do that! It's dangerous! She could have gotten hurt!"

Nodding, you played along. Of course, you knew why your friend grabbed the gun, but you chose not to tell him. On this planet, you were the last person that wanted to upset him—your friend did that well enough. It hadn't been her first attempt at getting rid of him. She was righteous to the core, fuelled by courage and almost stupidly confident in what she was doing. You admired her for it, considering you were the one always close to knives yet too afraid to even use them.

You could never be her. It was just too scary to think about.

"I don't get it..." König grumbled, grabbing his wrists and anxiously twisting them in his grip. For someone confident enough to capture two people and lock them in his apartment in a make-shift family situation, you came to realize his anxiety was pretty terrible. He seemed a little happier when you all sat down to eat together or watch a movie. Still, usually, he was a nervous, pacing wreck who got desperate when your friend refused him any kindness.

But on the other hand, you had all the time in the world to observe. You noticed every fidgeting of his hands, even underneath the table. You caught all the badly-hidden attempts to flirt with your friend and how she simply didn't notice. By now, you could even tell if he was frowning or smiling underneath the shirt, just from the look in his eyes. It was the best you could do in this situation, but it helped, occasionally.

He looked downright scary now. You didn't like him when he was a soft-spoken fool in love, but it was worse like this. Just how were you supposed to act? How could you not make yourself a target while also helping your friend, who probably banged and locked the door behind her in an attempt to get away from him? The hide-and-seek the two often played when things got rough almost always ended in either a broken door or your friend starving herself for days while you had to deal with an irate kidnapper. If possible, you wanted to avoid that.

"It's... it's really dangerous."

"Right?! I've told her, I—"

König stopped mid-pace and slowly, suspiciously, turned around, his sentence coming to an abrupt halt. Even laid in shadows, you saw his eyes widen, then narrow, his invisible eyebrows raising in surprise before they furrowed. His sudden doubt was no surprise—you had never agreed with him before. And although he seemed like one sometimes, he wasn't as much of a fool as it might appear. Even if you were just the pet, the extra—a side character in a story that did not involve you, you had never tried interfering before, always too scared to be the next target on either's hit list. Tensions were high, and maybe it wasn't the right moment to play devil's advocate. But maybe there was some kind of role in this play. Maybe you could change the story after all.

"I think she was just so scared; she didn't think about herself getting hurt."

"What..." he gulped, still not so sure if he should entertain this conversation with you. However, his curiosity won over. "What is she scared of?"

You felt the thin ice you were treading with your intervention crack beneath your bare feet. You! was the obvious answer to König's question. She's scared of you, idiot!

But you wouldn't say it. Wouldn't put either of you captives into this position of angering him deliberately.

"B-Burglars," you stuttered out, the first best thing that came to mind. Stupid, fucking stupid. The front door itself was locked better than Fort Knox. This was the highest building of a highrise. How was anyone going to break into here?

And yet, König stilled. He didn't move an inch, although his eyes seemed to fixate on you, and you felt the sweat pearl on your face. He knew it was a lie; he must have known that it was a really, really bad lie, too.

"Are you also scared of burglars?" he asked all of a sudden, and you froze, not expecting the question. This could have been the point where König decided that you were a useless accessory, and you wouldn't have been surprised if he had just picked you up and thrown you against a wall to end your existence.

Perhaps your fear had driven you mad.

"Y-Yes?" you breathed out, sounding like a question rather than the obvious statement you should have made. "Are you?"

Biting your tongue, you watched as König crossed his arms. His shoulders fell, his posture growing less tense and more thoughtful as he looked up at the ceiling that he almost hit with his head. It wasn't before long that you heard the long drag of his breath before he sighed, letting his head fall forward. There were two short jerks of his head downwards, almost like a nod to himself, and then he looked up. Really looked at you. He only needed three steps with his long legs to cross the distance between you and him, and you tumbled back in fear, leaving the knife on the kitchen counter like a dumbass.

That's it, you thought. That's how it ends.

"You go for their weak points," König mumbled, gesturing towards his stomach. "When it's obvious that it's a man, you kick him right here."

Pointing his hands downwards, your eyes made an instinctual glance before you caught yourself, immediately avoiding looking at your captor's crotch for more than the millisecond you already had.

"Verstanden?"

That meant, "Understood?" You were learning German bit by bit. You gave a short nod, and it made König hum in approval.

"Gut." (That meant "good.")

"Now, for a woman, you can do that, but it won't be as effective. You should—wait, I'll show you."

You flinched as König raised his hand, his palm settling at the back of your head. There was so much confusion about the sudden self-defense he spoke of, but when he grabbed a handful of hair, you winced out of pure fear, although the grip wasn't strong at all. When he guided your body and head forward, you did as you were instructed, with absolutely no resistance now that you were at his mercy. He could probably snap your neck just by yanking your head hard if he wanted, so there was nothing you could do but follow.

"You grab the woman and kick her leg-" he tapped the tip of his foot against your shin to demonstrate, "-and when she loses balance, you slam her head into a surface. Downwards is more effective, but a wall will do."

With more gentleness than you thought he could muster, he forced your head forward, almost close enough to hit the kitchen counter. You whimpered as you feared for a moment that he'd actually give you a demonstration of what he was telling you.

"And not like that," König explained, tapping your forehead on the solid surface. "But like this."

And then, out of nowhere, he yanked your hair back, and you had not even one second to catch your breath before he drove your head forward again with such skilled fluidity that your life flashed before your eyes.

It was like all your senses had given out from shock, but the pain that you expected never came. The back of your scalp was a little itchy and agitated from the pulling, but you expected your head to be smashed in would hurt a bit more than just the feeling of him tugging at your hair.

Slowly, you opened an eye, trying to see what had happened. When your sight adjusted, you saw the marbled countertop just inches away from you. Reaching up, you grabbed the edge with both your hands, making the situation more real as you realized nothing had happened. You didn't hit the counter, and you didn't die.

Your knees began to wobble as tears filled your eyes. This was terrible, the situation was one nightmare after another. But you were so thankful to still be alive. König's body shifted closer to yours as he leaned forward, his hand still locked in your hair. "Verstanden? Don't be forgiving. It's you or the burglar, and they won't show you or your friend any mercy. You need to know how to protect her."

You gave a slight, faint nod as his fingers unwound from your hair, although his touch lingered. Awkwardly, he stroked down your shuffled hair twice, patting you lightly between your shoulders as you wouldn't move from your bowed position.

"Good. You're a good learner. Next time, I'll bring you a training partner to practice."

Much to your own surprise, you managed to give a short hum in reply before your knees finally broke away beneath the stress, and you sunk to the ground. It scared König almost as much as you, but you barely noticed his fussing until he picked you up, a squeal escaping you as you were lifted even higher than the kitchen counter was.

"Mein Gott, you are both so frail! Why do you two always refuse to eat meals when you are that easy to pick up? You'll surely get kidnapped one day; that's why good food is so wichtig."

With your heart pounding out of your chest, it was hard to keep up your broken understanding of the German language. He exclaimed something sounding like my god, and from his wording, the phrase he used sounded almost important—was that what the other word meant?

The irony of him thinking you could get kidnapped passed you by with the shock.

König settled you down on the living room sofa, and you breathed a sigh of relief as his arms vanished, the immediate danger in your life moving away, only to stand barely a breath away from you, arms akimbo as he mustered you from high above. You tugged in your legs, hugging them to your chest in an attempt to feel any sense of security.

What should you do now? How could you continue being a good friend while also saving your own life?

You learned a few things that evening—mainly how to defend yourself. Learned it from the man you wish you could protect against. Your friend was bold and rebellious, but you, too, had it in you to make a change. König was crazy out of love for her, but he wasn't as ruthless as you thought him to be. You'd even go as far as to say he was overprotective and a bit paranoid, which played right into your hands.

"Are..." you scrambled, your throat dried out from screams you didn't know you held back, every word you wanted to say scratching along it like his fingers had against your scalp. "Are we... wichtig? To you?"

There was a painful silence for a few seconds, and you only dared one glance upwards at his face, his eyes returning to being unreadable.

"Of course you are! You two are the most important things in my life— I mean... Your... your friend is the most important person to me, but you are wichtig, too! You are, you... well, du bist du, and that's good!"

You were stunned as you listened to him blabber on as if embarrassed. And no second later that König said his piece, he stomped off, seemingly agitated. You heard him knock twice on the bathroom door, calling for your friend to come out and have dinner with you. The next thing was the unlocking and slamming of another door, followed by many locks being put in place on the outside.

Du bist du, the sentence slowly registered in your mind. You are you, and that was all you were to him, but for some reason, it felt good. Comforting. You are you, and that's good. The words kept repeating in your mind. It was vague, but given how König seemed to be a vague person, this was better than being no one, right?

You heard the creaking of a door before tiny, barely audible taps closed in on the living room. Your friend didn't look much better than you must have after the whole ordeal, but her gaze was filled with confusion and sparks of awe.

"What did you do?" she asked you. "You made him leave us here?"

"I don't know," you mumbled, touching the back of your sore scalp. "I told him you took a gun because you were scared of burglars, and he showed me how to defend myself, and I don't know what happened then; it was all so fast."

"Oh my god..." your friend whispered. "That is the chance! Now, we can find a way to get out or get help! Come on!"

She dashed back into the hallway before you could even agree to her plans. But all your courage, all the fight you had when you tried to mingle into their affairs, seemed to have left you. You may have learned a lot that evening, but it also made you realize you knew something she didn't.

You two were important to König. One way or another.

Even if it meant teaching you how to defeat someone, even if it meant putting himself in danger, König was keen to use all the tools he had to protect what was important to him. However, you were no fool to think he'd let you get too comfortable with the strength and tools he was giving you. Because the truth was something only he and you were sure of now:

You'd never defeat him.

[umeqii]

-⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀IF THAT WHORE TOUCHES YOU ⠀⠀⠀. . . ⠀i'll kill her .

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fandom ; class of 09

character ; emily

gender ; fem reader (i hc emily as lesbian :3)

creator ; umeqii

QUICK A/N - again, it's co09, it has sex, pedophilia, slight nsfw, drugs and things so read at yur own risk !!

─── GENERAL EMILY HEADCANONS !!

okay so we know how emily has like a 20+ year old boyfriend and she probably don't even like him yeah

how you guys met was that you both (and nicole) were in that one remedial (??) class, like the one where // SPOILERS : emily killed herself during her english thing

so like you and her got close after opening up or sometjing

and like i lowkey made this the day i got the request and i'm writing this on the 3/05 and idk how to do emily's character ☠️☠️

but, despite how aggressive she may seem to other people, she definitely isn't with you!!

she gets over protective most of the time, for example, when jeffery comes up to you n starts tryna talk to yu

you guys wld fr do drugs tgth

she asked you out, it went smth like :

ym were smoking together, whilst skipping pe, and you were laughing with her and she then took notice in how beautiful your e/c eyes were and the way your voice cracked whenever you laughed a bit TOO hard

she thought about what it would be like to give you head

her eyes widened at the thought of thibking those typa things abiut your bsf?@?@?@

and then she just pulled the old!!

"y/n." in a silly lil voicd, but not TOO silly if ykwim

then when yu looked at her, she grabbed your face and kissed you

you liked her aswell, so you didn't pull away

then when she realised you guys were lowkey getting into it, she just moved into your lap n shit got heated 💥💥💥🔥🔥🗣🗣🗣💯💯💯💯

I AM GENUINELY SO SORRY THAT THIS IS SO BAF BECAUDE IVE BEEN SO BUSY W STUDIES N OCCUPIED BC OF MENTAL HEALTH SO ILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE SMTH BETTER IN FUTURE 🔥🔥🔥

taglist : @liliathevamp

[churrorat-art]

Mouthwashing headcanons post I've been chipping away at for a while

Not really specifically on the ship, some would be like, modern au, but some definitely only apply to in game/ board the tulpar

!Tw for sh mentions in Jimmy's section!!

Anya

- loves disco music! The only music she plays and everyone on the tulpar eventually gets sick of disco /kinda reference to smth if u get it u get a gold star

-Is a lesibian lebisain lesabian lesbian aroace she/they

- has a specific pen she always writes with, gets very annoyed if its lost or she has to use a different pen

- enjoys crocheting and has made a few sweaters n quilts. Finds it very relaxing

- erm. Glasses wearer. One time she shattered her glasses and felt super bad about it. She also wears contacts occasionally

- BOOKWORM. gets so invested in the plots and could yapp abt books for hours. Murder mystery/ just mystery in general are her favourites. She tells curly all abt the books she reads alot. more less daisuke cuz he jokes around alot and isn't much of a book fan.

- such a sore loser. Says she loves board games!! Then she loses and what the shit! Once curly beat her in scrabble (like HOW?!) And she ignored him for a month after. Curly like "anya pls...I'm sorry I thought you'd be over this..."

- cant swim, hates swimming

- loves crocks! Has a pink pair of crocks daisuke got her that she wears all the time

- has broken multiple clipboards

- favorite board game is scrabble and shes Really good at it

- loves salad so much. Totally DEVOURS a good salad

- shes such coffee addict. I don't drink coffee but I think she likes it dark

- watches those medical type shows like house and greys anatomy

- is a cat person but never owned a cat b4

- could fall asleep standing up .

Daisuke ( @k9mackenzie wanted my daisuk headcanons)

-looves board games.

- highest subway surfers highscore

- chronic nail biter

- interrupts awkward silence by saying "meow" out loud. Probably makes it more awkward but he finds it hilarious

- loves to draw, often draws stuff for others as an act of friendship. Once Jimmy said his art looks like shit and he bit him.

- has a fursona

- very emotional. But bad at crying, just sadly stares at the wall whimpering

- hatesss getting yelled at

- he audhd

- pansexual he/she/they

- pokemon fan!! Brought a DS on the ship with him 2 play pokemon yellow and loved showing anyone who'd listen about the pokemon he caught

- Really high spice tolerance, but cannot stand sour stuff. Once anya gave him a sour warhead and told him it was just a regular candy. He spat it out and had a seizure(not really). He felt SO betrayed. But he can eat like a deathly spicy pepper with a straight face

- he has braces and HATES IT. eats popcorn anyways!!

- chews on his knuckles when stressed or bored much like nail biting

Curly

- super messy sleeper (when he does sleep) half off the bed, pillow on opposite side of bed and blanket in another universe type stuff

- he snores like TRUCk bruh

- loves jigsaw puzzles, very good at them. Him and anya like 2 do them together

- wins EVERY staring contest. They're so dazzled by his beautiful blue eyes teehee

- he IS Scottish. U cannot change my mind no matter how hard you try.

- doesn't like coffee but loves tea

- bisexual asexual he/him

- very good at baking

- he spaces out so muchh. Edit; no what I was talking about was dissociation. He just dissociates a lot. He knows this too and hes so ashamed and so mad at himself when it happens.

- HATESSSS disco music. But doesn't wanna tell anya cuz he doesn't want to make her sad by being a hater

- loves physical affection, doesn't show it much tho

- he has BEAUTIFUL hair .its so curly and fluffy and soft and no one could believe its natural

-takes pride in his hair and hes so irritable whenever he has a bad hair day

- daisuke asked him what hair products he uses LOL

- curly is transmasc

- nobody really knows hes trans though he just doesn't really tell anyone. One time though, daisuke's nosey ahh self came up and asked him "hey are you trans??" And he told him

- hes too scared to tell his best friend Jimmy tho

- SO oblivious .

- played hockey in high school. Was good at it too.

- has a little tooth gap mostly courtesy of jimmy. Jimmy absolutely punched his face. Actually maybe he threw a brick at him idk

- noticed daisuke sneaking the sweeteners. He left a few out on the counter for him with a sticky note that read 'hey daisuke please stop stealing the sweetners :) if you wanna then just ask' but didn't say anything to his face. Daisuke was super embarrassed he got caught (he ain't slick)

- in the cryopod, he was not found. He eventually died slowly.

Swansea

- straight man. he has a wife and 2 kids

- cracks his knuckles SO EFFING LOUD!!

- says "augh my backk.." after getting up .lol

- loves eating peanuts and m&ms. Trail mix is his lifeline /silly

- dancing queen fr. Daisuke was like "no way YOU can dance lol" and then swansea totally breaks it down

- makes really good card towers

- taught daisuke to play card games so now they all play together in free time

- (used to?) walk his dog all the time, sometimes with his wife too. Gets up early (like 5am )to walk the dog

- really good at making meatloaf

- sleeps like the dead (he slept through the crash AFDBCMV)

- hes really good at bowling.

-he got that uhh southern accent ykwim

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Jimmy

- always complains abt being cold

-sleeps with like 5 different blankets. Likes those weird furry blankets that almost look like animal fur (eww I'm retching at the thought)

- he grew up poor and is an only child (his brother killed himself)

- not sure to call this schizophrenia, but he has like hallucinations and delusions often. Voices in his head are. so. Loud.

- rather DIE than drink alcohol. Used 2 alot drink a lot tho

- used to self harm aalot with like shards of smashed bottles and anything sharp he could get his hands on. One time curly saw all the scars on his arms and asked about it but Jim said it was from a cat or smth and told him to fuck off. Curly believed him and Jimmy actually felt sad that hed thrown away his only opportunity to let someone know

- rlly dry skin

- so effing gay but would NEVER admit it. Literally dreams abt gay yaoi but says hes straight

- Doesn't know what pronouns are (he/him) once daisuke asked his pronouns and Jimmy just looked at him like "wtf is that"

- impulsive control disorder

- sleeps with socks on, sometimes even still wearing his shoes

- got 4 teeth punched out once

- wears clothes til they're falling apart at the seams

- pulled some of his hair out once and got super terrified

- hes dyslexic

- shitty ahh posture

- he has a crush on curly. But like he hardly knows it hes like no I'd never like a boy. One sided jimcurly yaaa..

- sometimes when it's just curly and him sitting silently he'll tell curly to shut tf up. And curly's like ????

- if he gets any sign hes losing in a board game he flips the table and storms away

- hes a mlp fan. Says "hey everypony"

@aznack

[bunni-v1]

Would you do A, C, I, J, O, Q, R & X for Jamil and Idia? Ik it's a lot but,, I love my boys;;

🍓A lot is fine! I'm pretty sure I answered some of these for Idia already, so I'll have to find those posts and link them!

Jamil

A - Affection: Jamil isn't exactly Mr. Affection. It's not like he'll NEVER be affectionate with you, he just rarely thinks to be affectionate. His parents aren't cuddly, and he rarely got any affection from anyone in his life, so, of course, he himself isn't super affectionate. However, once he gets a taste? He's hooked like it's heroin or smth. He cannot get enough of the feeling of being adored by someone.

C - Cuddles: Like I said, once he gets a taste he can't stop. Cuddles may just be his favorite type of affection. He won't ever cuddle up to you in front of others for the sake of both your reputations, but when you're alone he's always game. Any kind of cuddles too. Watching a movie, playing games, doing homework, taking a nap? He's down.

I - I love you: It takes Jamil a while to say that he loves you. He doesn't want to commit to loving someone in case you want to back out when you get a taste of the life he lives. He waits until he's sure you won't leave him behind at a moment's notice to say I love you. When he does say it, it's so soft and genuine and vulnerable it almost breaks your heart.

J - Jealous: Jamil is... an odd case? It's not like he doesn't get jealous at all, it's just only with specific people. Randoms at the college, whatever, they can do what they want they aren't worth your time. People like Leona Kalim or Malleus? He's gonna wanna raise hell. He knows that he can't provide a cushy lifestyle, so he feels threatened by the people who CAN give you that.

O - Open: Jamil is not an open person. He is so good at lying sometimes he can fool himself. Still, he does try to open up to you. He makes an effort to be vulnerable and himself, it's just hard and it comes slowly. Little by little he peels back his layers for you, and he only gets more and more comfortable opening up the longer you're together.

Q - Quizzes: Jamil knows everything about you. From your favorite color to that obscure ass tv show only you have heard of but won't stop talking about. He knows your tells of happiness and of discomfort. He knows how to calm you down when you're angry, and he knows how to cheer you up when you're sad. He prides himself on his ability to read others, and you are no exception.

R - Remember: Jamil loves the day that you both actually got together. You and he were having another "tutoring" session where you both laughed and joked around instead of studying. You'd been talking for weeks and toeing the line between love and friendship. You were the one who took the big step, asking him what you were to him, and he answered "Someone I'd like to spend a long time with."

X - Xtra: Jamil is really amazing at doing his own hair. He can put it in a million different fancy ass styles, and sit there patiently for hours as he winds intricate braids into it. When it comes to other people's hair though? He sucks. He cannot for the life of him apply the skills for his hair on other people. The first time he tried with Najma was the last time he was allowed to touch her head. He could learn if he really needed to, it's just not as simple with another person's head.

Idia

A - Affection: Answered here

C - Cuddles: Idia LOVES cuddles, but you didn't hear that from him. He's pretty touch-adverse for a long while into your relationship, but eventually, he starts warming up to physical affection. Once he does, he really can't stop himself. He loves the feeling of you pressed up close to him, and how safe you are with him wrapped around you. (and vice-versa).

I - I love you: Idia won't say it first. There's just no way you get it out of him. He's too nervous he's gonna overstep a boundary, so even if he really wants to, his pretty little lips are sealed. When you do say it though, he is so relieved. Seriously, he was starting to worry he was the only one who felt that way.

J - Jealous: Answered here

O - Open: Answered here

Q - Quizzes: Answered here

R - Remember: Idia's favorite memory isn't anything special, at least in his mind. The day he realized that he loved you, is probably his favorite day ever. You were sitting on his lap trying to beat this boss for the millionth time, and you were getting really pissed. Idia said he could do it for you, but you were so damn determined. When you finally did beat it, you jumped up and pranced around his room like it was the biggest achievement in the world. From how happy you looked, it must've been to you, and Idia realized that he wanted to see you happy like that forever. He realized that he loved your smile and that -- oh sevens, he loves you.

X - Xtra: So, we know that Idia's hair changes color based on emotion and stuff, but there's no way that's all it can do. You can touch it when it's just the regular firey blue, that doesn't hurt, but when it flares up in anger the room he's in becomes a sauna. Do not touch it, it will give you a huge burn and Idia will be left feeling awful for weeks after. When it's pinkish, it emits this soft warm heat that's pleasant. Like a campfire. You've asked to roast marshmallows over it, and Idia replied with utmost confidence, "It doesn't work :("

[arthurs-asclepia]

Just a small rant

So, like there was this blog with the most scrumptious Arthur Morgan x Male Reader fics and it just disappeared. I've been looking for it on multiple accounts (praying I wasn't blocked) but I can't seem to find it. They had a cowboy cat pfp and I think the owners name was logan or smth. All in all, it's just a little disheartening because they had some really good stuff and finding representation in fanfiction especially as a minority is hard.

Anyways here's a snippet of a fic I'm working on because I've decided to throw my own hat in the ring. (Get it? Cuz cowboys have hats, see what I did there? :3) Consider this my debut (kinda) to the Tumblr fanfic scene.

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You waited in an alleyway to lose them, as soon as the coast was clear you both began walking towards the wagon. The girls were already waiting by it, all set to  return to camp. “God dammit Arthur, you promised!” You began, you were about 4 feet away from the wagon when you began delivering your tirade. Karen, Tilly, and Mary-Beth all watched but didn’t dare utter a single word. “Why couldn’t ya just stay calm, just this once, instead of flying off the handle?” You weren’t yelling per say but you definitely weren’t talking normally either. You didn’t care that the girls were watching, hell you didn’t care if the whole damn town was watching. Right now you were pissed the fuck off.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you searched for anything in his, oh how you love those beautiful eyes, even if I didn’t quite feel like you did at the moment. “Y/N I- I’m sorr-” Arthur began only for you to cut him off, his expression softening and turning into one of distress. Or was it remorse? You couldn’t tell, hell you didn’t even care, all you knew was that he was upset at something. “Save it, let’s just return to camp, we’ve embarrassed ourselves enough here as is.” You cried before turning and finding a seat in the back of the wagon, not in the front, not next to him. 

The girls followed you in. Tilly rubbed your shoulder as you tried your best to stop crying. You leaned your head on her shoulder until all your tears became quiet sniffles and so began the tense and very awkward ride home.

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Thank you for reading, I'm still new to writing on Tumblr so any tips and (respectful) criticisms are greatly appreciated. I'm working to set up this blog for all sorts of stuff, but time isn't exactly a resource I have a lot of atm. I hope this finds the right people though

Always thinking the best of you, take care my dearest moon jellies,

Love Raegan── .✦

[l0relaii]

hihi!! you already wrote josh with a reader who's not very vocal in bed, but how do you think chris and matt would react to the same scenario?

omg they'd both get so worried 😭😭

chris is very shy and flustered in the beginning of your relationship so i imagine he'd think you're just shy as well and that's why you don't make any sound

but as the relationship progresses and you're still silent while he fucks you he starts getting worried

i think he'd try to be quiet at first too because he'd get embarrassed with all the whimpers coming out of his mouth

but it's so hard to control himself. how is he supposed to keep quiet when you make him feel so good?

in my head chris is either a virgin or he just had some one night stands around campus so he isn't VERY experienced

but in the few sexual encounters that he had his partner was never THAT quiet

that's why he's so confused by your silence in bed. he can't tell if it's 'normal' or not

he watches a lot of some porn and in almost every video he sees the girl is practically screaming her head off. he's aware that not all people are the same but the thought that you don't like him sexually is eating at him

why else would you be so quiet? he thinks maybe you're faking but.. what exactly are you faking? wouldn't you want to be as loud as possible to make him believe you're enjoying it?

let's be honest, i think we can all agree that chris is religiously using tumblr, twitter, reddit yk allat so he'd start searching up and asking people if this is normal

and the answers he gets are SO confusing

"Everyone’s got different reactions to certain situations- this also includes sexual intercourse. As many others have stated, female volume in bed will vary depending on who you are pleasuring. Some may be quieter, or others will literally scream in bed." -yes i searched this up and this is from an actual site

"no shit sherlock.. but how do i know if she likes it or not??"

god this is getting so stupid. maybe he should ask josh..?

wrong. big mistake. HUGE

"what do you mean she's dead silent cochise?"

"i mean, she's just laying there or on top of me or whatever and she doesn't make ANY sounds"

"well, it sounds like maybe you've overestimated your skills bro, maybe you should let me try and i'll let you know if she's still that quiet"

he's joking. chris knows he's joking. but he can't help the anger and insecurity he feels. what if he's right? what if you'd be more vocal with other men?

"oh come on dude don't be an asshole, this is serious"

"alright, i'm sorry.. why don't you just ask her? you know, get the info straight from the source"

"what, do you think i'd be so stupid? of course i as-''

he didn't. he'd been spiraling on this for weeks and he didn't even think to ask you

but what would he say? "hey do you not like how i fuck you?" hell no, he couldn't do it

he TRIES to make you more vocal. he searches up methods on how to make you feel good, how to angle his hips, how to rub at your clit

and one night he FINALLY makes you moan out and he thinks it's the most beautiful thing he has ever heard

"oh fuck yes sweetheart.. you sound so good.. come on, let me hear you.."

"mmhm c-chris.. god you feel s-so good"

jeez he could cum right then and there. maybe one day he'd have the courage to ask you more abt your quietness, but right now he's content with all the sounds he can get

sorry if this is not so good i'm kinda tired bcs i stayed up until 4 am crying at a fic i was reading :(

also, pls send in another ask for matt, i wanted to write them both in this one but it would have taken me too long and i really wanted to post smth this morning 🫶

[creatureprofessor]

my War of the Rohirrim review is that it's worth one watch, is fine I guess, but doesn't have a certain underlying philosophical je ne sais quoi present in Tolkien's works, since it's a page or two from the Appendices. I gotta agree w the Hungarian Tolkien Society on this when they said it's more like a Norse saga than smth from Middle-Earth, which in itself isn't bad, but the film's clearly set in the Middle-Earth from the PJ films, and tries very hard to frequently remind you of that.

I liked Éowyn as the narrator but she begins all of it by saying that Hera daughter of Helm did great deeds, but there is no song about her. And you watch the whole film and ask "Why?". Nothing indicates why there aren't any songs about her, unless Rohan went thru a misogynistic history revisionist era in the 200 yrs between this and the War of the Ring and the kings post Fréaláf wanted to erase her from the picture somehow. (Well the actual reason is that it's an appendix-story, but whatever.)

Missed Faramir asking some questions in the end for his MA thesis about Rohan's history and culture, bc I was wondering who Éowyn told this story to. I imagined Faramir sitting on a sofa nearby, reading glasses On, locked In, scribbling down some notes every so often.

But the bit abt how the eagles can speak, but simply don't want to, unless there is a wizard involved was fun.

Also, correct me if i'm wrong but I snorted when I saw Gandalf's signature on his letter to Hera bc, as far as I could see, it's the same symbol he drew on Bilbo's door? Doesn't it mean that, to quote The Hobbit Ch1 p.19 (HarperCollins, 1999) "Burglar wants a good job, plenty of Excitement and a reasonable Reward"?