#keep fighting till the end object show

[thatdraggo]

I can’t believe this show is getting cancelled… and a NON COMPETITION SHOW?? DOES THAT MEAN WE GET THEM BEING ROMANTIC FOR EACHOTHER FOR ONCE???

[theboxfort]

More requests from yesterday :]

[quartzitess]

trick or treat !! :3

Lollipomp

“ It's super cold, make sure not to bite it, well unless you want to get your teeth stuck on it ,.. ”

[sockmug]

some stupid shit I drew on the bus to London this morning

DUDE I LOVE VOLCANO BOOK SO MUCH SHES THE SILLIEST EVER!!

[azulsluver]

Hey hi hello!!! I hope you're having a nice day today! If it's not a bother, I'll be leaving a request for your bully!au. Maybe with a reader who's a hot head? Like, the moment they start acting up, readers already in their face asking questions like "why the fuck are you being such a dick?" Normally, reader could conceal this if it was the normal twst, but the moment the twst guys start slipping, reader is already confronting them on why they are being such assholes. You know how narancia from jjba acts like when he's stressed or mad? Yeah exactly like that! Pulling out the knife out too. Reader doesn't care about their reputation, so they wouldn't care less if they were threatened by that. I love your writing too!!! I always look forward to it when I open Tumblr. Thank you for reading, and have a nice day!!

This is not gonna end well…BUT THANK YOU BEST COMPLIMENT OF THE BLOG!!! <333

Buncha rambles, dunno where this was gonna lead so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted 😅

tw. yandere, bully!characters, mentions of stabbing/murder, manipulative!reader for the win 🏆

No one is gonna side with you. The bystanders do absolutely nothing till this point, reputation is very important and they don’t want it being dirty with yours (lmao ironic). Besides people like Lilia, Malleus, and Jade—they find your “hot-headed” personality attractive.

You’ll get picked on more yes, these students are much stronger than you by far, but you wouldn’t go down without them having a piece of your mind. Calling out on their schemes will make some embarrass— Cater, Ace, Epel. Others will be more aggressive or try to turn the situation around and blame you for overreacting.

Pulling a stunt as trying to knife one of them? May be successful if I’m honest. Depends on who you choose to do so, you won’t be alone in a group of two, they’ll always be another watching or tagging along. They’ll keep in mind to not let you be near any sharp or heavy objects, you clearly can’t handle being by yourself.

I can see a hot-headed reader making it far for themselves and not fall too deep into the victim pit. Standing up for yourself is already hard enough, you’re going against people who are training to become said mages. But at the end of the day everyone is still human no matter how cruel they are. They aren’t bullet proof nor emotionless. Get them to hurt, physically or mentally, with their guard down you can successfully have them under your thumb.

Reader who butts in first and steps up, show some respect around here. This will help you gain sympathy from bystanders and a little chance for them to befriend. That’s where Jack comes in. You’ve shown him you were worthy of helping and not just some runt who lets people walk all over them. This won’t be enough to overthrow any housewarden or powerful mage, but it’ll do.

People are not gonna enjoy your pushy and rude attitude for long, the pros and cons don’t weigh as equally. Especially when the cons lead to death.

“Oh but why don’t they get in trouble?”

Because they know how to clean up a scene and fast. Also who would believe you, a strange person who came out of the coffin when you weren’t supposed to be there. No one trusts you and won’t take your side, and since this is a bully!AU people tend to look the other way if murder is convicted. You aren’t all that important with little to no background, the perfect victim to get rid of.

And Idia gets rid of the evidence if there’s any camera involved.

You can’t just go around and stab people at random, let alone pick a fight. What you need is strategy. Be more self aware and focused, as difficult it is to talk to a brick wall, it’ll crumble if you stay long enough to experience it’s downfall. For those interested in knowing who can actually lose to a let’s say…neutral reader (fairly strong enough and a good amount of willpower), my take is on Riddle, Deuce, Ace, Azul, Jack, Epel, Rook, Vil, Idia, Malleus, and surprisingly last Sebek.

Should’ve switched the surprisingly for Rook because wow. Show them who’s boss babe, besides your cowardly counter part they are doomed if you’re more dominant. Not in a weird way lol, take the wheel of your life outta their greasy hands!

[everydayyoulovemeless]

HCs About Being Apart Of The Minutemen

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » None

All the settlements will have a bonfire of sorts when you and the other Minutemen come to visit. It's a small celebration that the settlers have to show their appreciation and allow you to relax. It's always a lot of fun to be able to sit back and get drunk with the locals.

Mama Murphy ends up being the community grandma. It doesn't matter who the general is, her word is the law.

The Minutemen veterans are really kind and will try to help the newer members out as much as possible. If you have a question or need something don't be afraid to ask one of them.

Sturges is like the unofficial cousin for you all. He shows up at the castle randomly, builds you something cool, then leaves again till the next big event or holiday.

The settlement kids are always making little figurines or comics about you.

There's a small messaging group of sorts who travel around to the different settlements to make sure everyone's alright and nothing major has happened in any of them.

Dogmeat is kinda like the mascot of the faction since he's always leading soldiers when they're lost or randomly showing up to help fight off raiders. There's been a debate about whether or not they should add a dog to the flag.

Preston has a bulletin board with quests and objectives that need to be completed.

Strong is another unofficial member of the group since he loves helping the settlers out. Some people protest about it, but it doesn't stop him from showing up.

Imposter Preston likes to lurk around outside the Castle. Most people just accept him as the weird neighbor by now. (whatever gets the word out)

Sarge's shutdown body is used as a statue and symbol of the Minutemen's past and Sturges will occasionally come over and try to fix him up again.

There’s a garden right outside the Castle that’s meant to feed the soldiers and any settlers who might be struggling.

Ronnie keeps everyone in line and ensures everyone's doing what they're supposed to and not slacking off.

Quincy is the capital of the Minutemen and the Castle is their military base.

The Minutemen made their own Olympics-type event between the settlements and it rakes in tons of listeners to Radio Freedom every year.

[evilcokito]

Happy birthday Coco darling!!!! Thanks for being a super awesome mutual and literally my sparring buddy, because good lord you put up a fight

I’m still better though/j

In celebration of your birthday, here’s a little something from your favourite silly tiny mage of all time!!!! I hope you like it 👉👈

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When was it when you started looking forward to coming home?

An outstretched palm, coming to a close around a door’s handle. Keys adorned with various keychains of characters jingling in your other hand, singing like ringing church bells. You would reduce the amount of keychains, but it does make it easier to find.

Most of the keychains were brought or made by you, but one was specially sewn by your… roommate of sorts. A merry little skull, grinning at you somewhat sinisterly. A top hat stood askew on the crown of its head, a goofy little detail.

“A lil’ good luck charm. Just for ya~”

He told you with a cheeky little smile dancing across his lips. Before you could even object, he grabbed your keys, fastening it among your other keychains. You’ve carried it around since.

Stroking it with your thumb gently, you slot your keys into your door, easing it open. Glancing up, you stare into the hallways, announcing your arrival:

“I’m home.”

You’re greeted with a head popping out of your kitchen, grinning away like a Cheshire Cat. Locks of ebony and violet spill from his head, with a pair of horns sticking out from his forehead. White tattoos cradle the undersides of his eyes, a replica of his spine flowing down his neck, dipping into his shirt. An apron is fastened around his waist, the bright red words “Kiss The Cook” rather prominent on it.

“Welcome Home, lil’ imp!”

The man greets you with a laugh and a nonchalant wave, before dipping back into the kitchen. He’s Sam, your roommate for…. Actually, you weren’t sure how long he’s stayed with you. It feels like one day he just showed up and made himself at home.

Not that you mind terribly, though. He helps with the housework while you’re gone, cooks whenever he’s bored… Sam’s good company as well, always ready with a quip or a joke to keep the conversation going. The only probable issue with him staying with you would be the fact that he was an incubus.

A demonic being from the depths of hell, whose life force is sustained by deeds of a more sinful nature. Well, that was how Sam explained it, the first time he showed up on your doorstep.

You almost got a heart attack then. This scantily dressed man with a pair of horns and a forked tail knocking on your door one fine Sunday? Man, it’s a wonder why you didn’t call the police straight away.

You slapped him with a slipper. Sam’s never been more surprised. Most people either fall for his charms, or run away screaming. He hardly gets to meet anyone who could resist his aura, much less hit him in the face.

You’re a rather interesting lil’ imp!

So he moved himself in right after. You’ve tried various ways to kick him out of your house. A salt line (Sam ended up vacuuming it up), playing prayers from every religious CD you could get your hands on ( Sam changed it out to other music. Better music, he said. It’s from your favourite band… hate to say it, but he’s got taste), replacing the locks on your door (he teleported right in with a ring of fire. You haven’t gotten the burns out of your floor till this day).

Come on, cut it out trying to kick him out! Sam’s so very hurt, y’know? It’s almost as if you don’t want him around, lil’ imp~

You can try to tell him that you want him out, as time goes by, Sam doesn’t miss the soft note in your voice whenever you talk to him. It’s getting harder and harder for you to hide the blush on your cheeks whenever both of you make eye contact. Hm, you’re not as immune to his charms as he initially thought~

Or so Sam claims, but somehow thinking about you liking him only because of his looks makes him hurt a little, in his chest. In his… heart. That sounds rather odd to say out loud, actually. Especially since he’s an incubus. Sam’s supposed to be immune to this sort of thing.

Goodness, was he experiencing the forlorn of love? Him?

Falling in love with a mortal…. Falling in love with you?

That doesn’t sound too bad, actually.

For now, Sam’s playing the role of the helpful, kind roommate the best he can for you. Slyly finding out your favourite things to eat, your favourite things to do. Watching stupid horror movies with you on the couch, cuddled up to each other. Sam has to fight the urge to slip his hand into yours under your blanket. He settles for letting your fingers brush against his when you reach for the snack bowl.

Sam knows you mortals like to take things slow. Relationships start carefully, with both parties getting to know each other first. He doesn’t want to scare you off, ever.

He doesn’t know what he’ll do without you anymore.

So Sam waits for you at home every day.

He greets you with a smile on his face when you come home.

Sam doesn’t even have to fake it, anymore.

But beware, because even his patience can run thin. He’s a demon, after all. An incubus, straight from the flaming pits of hell. So if one day, you find yourself restrained on your own bed, Sam’s hands on your hips….

Well, you’ll forgive him afterwards, wouldn’t you?

After all, he’s your beloved Sam darling, isn’t he?

THE SAM INCUBO HOUSE HUSBAND, MY GOD,ooooooohhhhh BLESS ME FATHER-

My God, Ceru, thank you very much, it's absolutely brilliant AAEEEHHHHHH I READ IT VERY EARLY AND A LOT OF TIMES. IT'S VERY CUTE AND... :) THE END asjasjajsjasj hhhhhhHEEELLLPPPP.

OBVIOUSLY POST IT SO THAT OTHERS READ this Sublime work of art AHHHHHHHHHHHH- MATCH MY FREAK. I read this while listening to songs on [Slowed + Reverb] HIGHLY RECOMMENDED-

[multiplicationdivision]

Matryoshka

The television buzzed with the chatter of a telenovela. A woman sobbing at the betrayal of her husband, comforted by her maid. Their hands together, laced fingers. Leaned on each other.

Frank had never watched this, but Grant had. Frank could feel the context of it, like a ghost on his thoughts. Grant was so invested in these two, Mia and Jolene, evolving from the sisterly bond and bouts of being pitted against each other to becoming lovers entwined with each other. A bond that resisted every crazy twist the came to them.

Frank romanticized them because Grant did. His love for these characters leaking past the layers that separated them, making Frank almost want to keep watching the program instead of what they always did every night.

Soap operas didn’t beat out beating out though.

Frank turned off the flatscreen just as the two women transitioned from grief to passion. Grant almost resisted Frank shutting it off, fighting his finger pressing the off button. Frank was sure the guy loved this part, just as any. Frank was in control though and Grant would like it.

It was an act they played out every night. All five of them letting Grant fixate on the program after his shift, waiting till one of them got horny enough to tear Frank’s eyes from the scene. Frank inevitably wrenching back control from grumpy little Grant and his tv.

“It was just getting good Frank”, Frank’s mouth whined. It was always just getting good though. Frank felt more arguments rise up in his throat. Andre was too quick though, and Frank felt that muscular arm beneath his skin move to stroke their dick through their camouflage pants.

It was like electricity, just that barest touch. Feeling the rough fabric shift the skin of their outmost shell. Franks dick rubbing against the four others within it. Feeling the center most core of them, Finn’s arousal filling out the hollow shells of the others. The fact that it was Finn at the bottom of it all. Frank loved that fact to his core. His core that was Finn.

It would probably help to explain the situation a bit. They hadn’t always had this arrangement. Together in Matryoshka.

Three months ago they had been nothing but five men stuck together in community service. All serving their various sentences for minor infractions. Tyson there for public intoxication, having passed out drunk in a park. Grant having accidentally punched a cop in some bar fight. Andre having purposefully punched that cop in that same bar fight. Finn and Frank punished together for multiple causes of shoplifting.

Each left to clean up the street trash, sorting through the refuse for whatever could be recycled and the vast majority that would end up in another dump. Working together for their allotted sentences, enough time for them to have bonded just a little bit.

Enough time so that when they found that doll, it hadn’t even been that awkward.

Finn had found it. A buried wooden toy beneath a rotting burger. Blank oak that appeared to resist whatever disgusting gutter fluid touched it, spotless and finely stained. Inert as Finn called them over, showing off the cylindrical object to their little crew to speculate to what it was.

Andre had thought it was a sex toy. Frank had believed it to be a broken bedframe. Tyson just said it would go to the recycling pile. Grant didn’t care.

They got their answer when Finn opened it.

None of them really remembered it except for Finn, although he could recount it to enough detail for it to be vivid in all of their minds.

He’d come to consciousness with a component of the doll in his hand. The rest of its components scattered about him. They were painted now, immediately recognizable in their form. A finely detailed matryoshka doll, in pieces on the floor. The outer half of the largest layer in his hands, a face stylized on it’s wooden surface.

Finn could recognize Frank’s rugged smile anywhere. They’d spent too much time with each other for his smile not to be firmly sunk into his mind. Rougish and masculine, the essence of everything that Fin had wanted.

He recognized the other pieces laid by his body. Andre’s light chocolate skin and serious frown, carved deep into a slightly smaller shell. Tyson’s angsty visage emblazoned in ebony wood, nesting within it Finn’s own face. Both halves of Grant’s doll looking like they would fit perfectly above Tyson’s and perfectly below Andre’s.

Finn had felt naked and panicked in that loneliness. He hadn’t heard any of his crew, really anything at all. Completely silent on the desolate street, leaving him to feel how strangely vulnerable his skin felt. Like someone had stripped him of it, leaving his flesh and bones bared to the world. His thick clothes still bound over him, unable to prevent him from feeling so cold.

Shifting up to sit on the icy ground, Finn could see why the conversations had died. It was inexplicable to see them. Empty clothes of his companions scattered about, except for the thin fleshy things within them.

Tyson’s remains were the closest to him. His punk leather jacket over a faded band Tee. Black jeans just beneath, next to his waterproof boots. All covering a deflated husk with the same skin as Tyson.

Finn hadn’t known why he hadn’t been revulsed at the sight of it. The seemingly skinned body of his friend. Unmarred as if the crazy person who’d done it had managed to remove the entire flesh without a single cut. The empty skin still perfect as if some master taxidermist could mount it into a perfect facsimile of the depressed man

Finn had no justification for the others on how he’d gotten from point A to point B. One moment he’d been transfixed at the anomalous site and the next he’d kicked off his shoes and thrown off his outermost clothes. He’d explained that it just felt less disgusting at the time, as they’d all been stepping in garbage. He hadn’t wanted to get that in Tyson’s mouth.

Finn had felt like he was in a trance, pulling up Tyson’s husk and fitting his foot into its mouth. He’d expected it to resist and it had in a sense. He could feel his clothed leg travel past a smooth warm inside. It was like putting on coveralls, feeling for the place that his leg would fit.

He’d put his other leg inside as he lifted the stretched-out mouth up to his waist. Felt his socks pass through the shapes of legs and meet the ground. Felt some part of them slot into place, able to feel both his feet and the feet currently wearing Tyson’s shiny black boots.

It was a bizarre sensation, feeling two pairs of pants and socks against his skin. Fractally having two pairs of legs in the same position, feeling the sensation of the innermost against the inside of the other. Feeling the sensation of his own jeans under his newest layer of skin. Tyson’s skin.

Finn pulled up the discarded shell up further and their waists slotted together.

For the first time in Finn’s life, he could feel what it was like having the thing beneath his jeans. That appendage that translated the arousal he’d felt into a hard awkward abject beneath Tyson’s briefs. The sensation of it being there nearly bit through the trance in the sheer exhilaration that Finn had for it. Years of his life wishing that he could feel at home in his body realized in some fucked up amazing dream as he donned the body of his crew member.

Finn had pushed his hand into Tyson’s empty counterpart like a glove so that he could grip it through Tyson’s black jeans. Finally feel the thing that he’d fantasized on every night, wishing that he could be like Frank.

A dick felt good. Solid and firm as it tented his jeans despite the tight briefs. His other less dominant hand found its way into Tyson’s other hand and began to guide up the rest of the skin up his neck. Stroking his dick felt better as the layers of fabric and skin inside him rubbed up against his whole body.

Some instinct guided Finn to let his face sunk down beneath Tyson’s. At that moment, Finn wasn’t alone.

Tyson had quickly glanced down at his puppeted hand as Finn fought him. Tyson hadn’t had much explanation after the fact for what he also did. Still stroking himself even as they wet their pants, Finn and Tyson together. Tyson explained the feeling of coming to awareness, one that each of the shells knew all to well.

A personality slotting over Finn’s brain and piggybacking off of it to become conscious. Feeling that sudden overwhelming urge of his desires and becoming entranced in that same thing guiding Finn.

Tyson had immediately jogged over to where Grant’s body laid. Finn had intended to as well, some sort of their shared synapses allowing them to seamlessly guide themselves over. Tyson too overwhelmed by the overpowering need to fit Grant over him to kick of his shoes as he shoved them down Grant’s throat. Feeling his boots fit into Grant’s feet, paradoxically feeling each of them just as Finn had. Wiggling his toes and feeling three of them do the same. Pulling up Grant’s lightly tanned skin over his own, feeling his body hair poke into the man’s skin from beneath.

Flexing his hand and feeling Finn beneath his doing the same. Either man unable to really feel who had intended the action, synchronous in their curiosity.

When Grant came to awareness he had panicked. Somehow that had made his own quick orgasm even better, as the two men beneath him cheat their own refractory period by enjoying Grant’s own full balls. Guiding Grant as his mind panicked into enjoying whatever strange dream they were all in as he too poured cum into his boxers, feeling the other wet underwear compounding beneath his skin.

He rolled on the balls of his feet as he stood, feeling the hard surface of Tyson’s boots under his skin, pushing down on his own rubber boots. Feeling the leather of Tyson’s jacket squeeze against his own muscle fibers. Feeling oddly uncomfortable, yet good in its strangeness. Wobbly as he stood as he realized he had been stretched by Tyson, now at least a foot taller.

Grant was halfway into murmuring some medical theories before the men beneath his skin guided him over to where Andre, Tyson taking the lead in his familiarity with such a sized body.

Andre was easy to shrug on. Grant had protested for a second, the only of them horrified by the process. Finn and Tyson hadn’t cared, feeling a hunger for “just another”. It was surely felt by Grant as well, but he’d always been more vocally responsible and logical than the rest of them.

Grants protests didn’t stop him from clearly enjoying covering his skin with Andre’s. He’d almost argued to pull off his dirty clothes before doing so, but they were three far too impatient.

Andre came into awareness with the feeling of the three men beneath him and an odd impartiality to it all. He let his three fellows use his dick to feel another release, but he hadn’t really cared. He was straight unlike the others, but didn’t mind the pleasant feeling of their arousal under his.

Andre was ecstatic about the other things he’d explained later. The other changes rather than just their shared flesh. His dick so much noticeably larger than it was before, stretched out from Grant’s impressive size. Andre’s body raised to the height of Tyson.

Andre loved being a man, a fact that he had sympathized with Finn time and time again. They’d gotten close over their community service, Andre always happy to guide the man into the experience of masculinity. Of being a gym rat, big and strong.

They both been so self-conscious about their own bodies. Andre was shorter than he’d always wanted and Finn always being a hundred steps behind what society expected a man to be. Always coming short to their own internalized expectations.

Andre had grinned at the feeling of Finn sharing in their combined body. Working together in unision to achieve a goal they’d set together.

The last shell they needed had been Frank’s on that sunny evening.

Frank had been the leader of their little troupe. He was some army cadet turned stoner, self-medicating with all sorts of vices. Yet he was never out of control, always holding himself with a self-control and confidence that far outpaced the others. He was a man that they were all envious of, a figure so strong in his self-identity and image that they all wished they could be the same.

To Andre, Frank was that idealized masculinity. Not the kind that Andre always felt victim to. A self-assured type of masculinity, happy in mind and body. A man that did what he wanted without the integrated idea of what a man was tainting his actions.

To Grant, Frank was realer than him. Not bogged down by years of medical school to be what his parents wanted. Frank could be broken in his own little ways without that twisted façade that Grant relied on to hide his own fracture. Frank went to therapy and didn’t lie about being happy the his therapist.

To Tyson, Frank was freer than him. Frank could use his vices without being controlled by them. They were fun escapes and not a pressing need clouding his mind. Frank was unburdened by an addictive mind and Tyson wished everyday that he could carve it out and fit it into his skull.

To Finn, Frank was the only stable person in his life. They’d both been in pieces when they’d found each other and they were the only reasons they remained whole. They were partners in crime. Frank was Finn’s favorite person and they’d always dreamed of being able to melt together, mending themselves with parts of each other.

They all were unified in completing themselves, shrugging themselves into the being of Frank. Feeling his personality slot over their collective skulls.

Frank had grinned then as he felt them at home beneath his skin, feeling five times himself than he had before.

Now Frank was happy to jack off as they sat at home.

They all lived their lives separately during the day. Mornings began with Andre pulling himself out of Frank, then Grant pulling himself out of Andre. Tyson would often remain in Grant as Finn pulled himself out of them, Tyson apparently having a knack for the medical sciences. Frank also believed they were just far too codependent with each other to really part, which was rich considering they were completely codependent. Frank didn’t complain about seeing Grant adopt Tyson’s style though, clade in a far too attractive mix of leather and torn clothes

They couldn’t exist without each other. The four shells couldn’t drink or eat without assembling in order and Finn got weaker without the four. Inevitably they would fall back into each other after a days’ worth of work, leaving Frank to enjoy himself.

They weren’t complaining. Frank enjoyed this new combined existence. He loved the feeling of Finn being with him in body and spirit. Loved touching himself and knowing that he was touching Finn. He liked teasing the other men inside of him alongside Finn, opening up their weird little relationship to the rest of them.

They would spend their nights alone as Frank or in various states of being in each other’s bodies. Somedays Frank would fuck his Finn with the rest of his crew behind him or sometimes Finn would do the same to him. Often times they’d let Andre have the run of the place, experiencing what it was like to enjoying sex with a woman.

Frank most enjoyed coming home. He’d work his shift at the bar and come home tense. He was always last, coming home to a naked sweaty Andre. Fresh from the gym and fresh from having been pulled onto the combined men beneath him. Frank wouldn’t even bee given a moment before he was grabbed from the front door and pulled on like a warm jacket in the cold. He didn’t mind.

They’d eat their dinner together and they’d trade off what they wanted to do. They’d always end up watching Grant’s dumb shows and Frank would inevitably begin to jack off.

He was still their leader. He felt Tyson’s cock fill Grants and then fill Andre’s in turn. It would reach him, feeling even better than the first time they’d done so as it fit perfectly, without clothes to get in the way. It felt so much better for everything to slot in in that way, legs and hands slotted like puzzle pieces without gloves or jeans to dull the feeling of their skin against each other.

When he stroked his dick, it felt like it was being stroked four times over. He felt his nerves alight as the sensation was multiplied, aided further by the feeling of being touched from within his own dick. It wasn’t really like jacking off either. His hand was barely his, guided in turn by four other men in a rhythm that wasn’t his. He was both dominant in this circumstance yet not. He felt the familiar touch of Finn, knowing exactly how Frank liked it.

Frank could feel when each of them cummed, his dick spilling out the respective semen as each man eventually gave out under the ride. First Grant, then Andre, then Tyson, then Frank and finally Finn.

He’d then let Finn have the body as they cleaned up. They’d sometimes separate to shower, less so to be clean but just for the enjoyment of showering with another person. Frank would inevitably feel himself up in the mirror, complimenting the work Andre had put into their body. Whatever muscle Andre had was Frank’s in turn and seeing it on Frank made Andre feel a little less wholey straight every day.

If it was a Friday night, Frank would line out his clothes for the next day and enjoy his guys argue about the outfit they’d wear. They’d go to the beach or something, enjoying feeling out their unified selves in the warm air. They’d go to the bar and hit on guys and girls, somehow acting as their own wingmen. Maybe throwing up one of them as an actual wingman if the night demanded it.

Frank would relax as he sat back on their bed, squirming into the comfortable blankets as the warmth of five men coursed through his body. They’d say good night to each other, every person ringing out the same little phrase in Frank’s voice. All the benefits of sleeping alone with other people, to be embraced but to get the whole bed.

Frank was happy this was his life now. He could feel Finn wrap his arms around his body and fell asleep in bliss. Just like very other night.

[v3nusxsky]

hey i was wondering if could get ager fic Lady Lesso x little reader

can just be really cute fluffy fic

prompt~ R been having really tough to recently with life and Lesso notices this and knows R should probably slip so they do everything they can to get R to slip and after a little hesitation from R she eventually slips and Lesso just sits a comforts R giving them hugs sitting watching R favourite little show (bluey) till R falls alseep soundly in Lessos arms.

can r possibly call lesso mumma and lesso calls them little duck or something

or it can be larissa x little reader if you prefer

feel like i ready need this after the past 2 weeks of my mental health being sh*t

hope everything okay with you my darling mars

if don’t want to write this it’s totally fine with me

~✨

Sleepy baby

*Authors note~ Agere is saving my life rn honestly 🥹*

Trigger Warnings~ age regression little r

Prompt~see ask^^^^^

All your life and all you have heard is how life is hard and you shouldn't wish to grow up quicker than life was taking you. Of course as a child you wished to be older then maybe your past wouldn't be what it is. As a teenager you hated it, you had the brains and ability to prevent the issues but no one took you seriously until that night. The night where you were dropped into the school for good. Your disappearance was wrote off as a run away but you were taken to a better place. And that's how you met her.

Leonora dropped into the school for Evil at the same time as you were dropped into the school for good. The attraction was instant success the shy Ever and the lonely Never. Both battling your own demons and one in common, your sexuality. Knowing you both struggled you formed an unusual alliance which began to flourish as the years went on, blooming into an unlikely yet beautiful romance.

Now years later your wife was the Dean of the school for Evil and you happily worked as the schools librarian, you truly don't think you've ever been happier in your life. Your past had a way of haunting you though, but you knew your wife would always be there to help you through. You were so afraid when you first regressed around Leo but truly the fact you regress brought out the motherly side of your wifey that you were so glad to see.

You'd been fighting your regressing at this point in time due to your girlfriend being incredibly stressed. You knew how important these upcoming months are and you didn't want to be a distraction to her. Leo tried to encourage you to listen to your own mind and body but you point blank refused her offer, determined to be okay enough and not need to slip.

You couldn't help but give in after so long, you allowed yourself to slip into the little headspace while you were just resting waiting for your love to join you. Immediately your little self set off on a hunt for your momma. You immediately toddled into her office grabbing your special blanket on the way to her.

"Momma" you whimpered grabbing the red head's attention, "my beautiful duckling, come here darling girl." You happily toddled over to her and clambered onto her lap and nuzzled into her. Leonora happily wrapped you up in the blanket you brought as her hand trailed through your hair, "do you feel better now duckling? You whimpered a yes and nodded into the woman, after all what could be better than snuggling your momma? "Okay ducky you relax here do you want your special mirror?" Even in your little headspace you knew what that meant so you nodded happily, watching as she magicked the object to her hand. "Momma magic!" You giggled and clapped excitedly for her.

That was how you ended up snuggling with Leonora, watching Bluey on your enchanted mirror while Lesso rubbed your back in a soothing manner. You were happy and content and she was honoured to help heal your inner child. Before Leonora even released you had fallen asleep hand clutching onto her clothing in a sleepy attempt to keep her close as you rested. That was what you needed and she'd happily provide it for you, her beautiful duckling.

Word count~ 680

[ladybellissima]

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 28

Silence and darkness welcomed Katakuri with open arms after another hour of torture. He lost the track of time. He couldn't tell, if it was day or late at night or if already weeks past or only days. Katakuri could only focus on his mental strength to not break. To not lose against these bastards and show any weakness. Never would they get informations about his family. Never would they be able to get a trumph card against his mother to destroy his home.

"never will they get close to my wife…"

Closing his eyes the image of her lovely smile popped up in his mind. He would do anything to have her by his side now. Close, embraced in his strong arms. It broke him more than every torture they would try. Moving slightly, he growled of the immense pain, which shot through his body like an arrow. He wasn't able to move an inch. Still cuffed with the damn sea stones, he was defensles hanging from the wall.

"She sure knows by now what happened… God damn it.", he cursed and could imagine her tears, her helpless cries about the fact that he wouldn't come back ever again. Biting his lip of desperation, till blood slowly ran down his chin, he tried hard not to cry. Katakuri was lying to himself. He was already broken. He couldn't. He just couldn't accept to not see her ever again.

"I want to life…."

His frustrated whisper echoed through his lonely cell, but he knew all too well that his hopes were useless.

"I just want to say how much I love you. Just one last time… My lovely sweet wife…"

Shaking his head to control his feelings he sighed deeply. The most important thing was that she would be safe and that was the last string for him to keep on fighting.

xxx

" Fuel low… Fuel low"

(Y/N) 's look fell onto the display of the ship. Horrified she gasped of shock, while she guided the ship with high speed through the sea.

"Not now! Out of all places it have to happen here!", she spoke frustrated, while the ship trembled of another push of a sea monster. She was so close, so damn close after traveling for exhausting long weeks, but out of nowhere a sea king followed her tracks and started to attack. Sweat rolled down her forehead, while she pushed button after button to get faster and hopefully out of the territory of this monster.

"You damn beast! Get out of my way… Who knows how much time Katakuri has left…", she shouted frustrated and her look fell onto his vivre card which was already burnt to the half.

Suddenly the ship was shaking like crazy and (Y/N) was rolling from one side to another, up and down and to all directions. Her bags were roughly pushed open and ingulfed with Big mom's sweets, she quickly grabbed the small bag from Pudding to not lose it too. Screaming she lost completely control over the situation and the next moment everything was black. With half lided eyes she only was able to see the red control lights and the sound of water.

Was this her end now?

"Damn it… Katakuri…", she whispered before her vision became blurry.

"Captain Coby there is something swimming before us!", a marine cadet called out to the young man and let him look out with a serious expression on his face.

Finding the object, he could only tell that it was pink.

"From what we could see it seems like an underwater submerge ship, but I am not sure..", the cadet spoke next to his captain.

Irritated he ordered to get closer to this mysterious thing and got more confused after getting a better view.

"a… a Bonbon?", he spoke dumbfounded and never saw such a thing.

"yes captain Coby. A swimming… Yeah… bonbon.", the marine spoke kind of amused of the situation. It really looked ridiculous. Slowly they pulled the huge vehicle out and placed it onto the ship.

"Who would travel with such a… honestly I can't find the right words for that.", he spoke and watched the others who were looking for an entry.

"Captain!"

Slowly Coby stepped to the marine and looked into the ship. Gasping he couldn't believe his eyes. In between an huge amount of sweets was laying a breathtaking young girl, who was hugging a small bag dearly. With hearts in their eyes his crew flew around him, while Coby still couldn't move an inch of this image. Shaking his head he entered the ship and came to her side.

"She seems okay… Just unconscious", he whispered and brushed some strainds of hair out of her face. Smiling he took her into his arms and came back outside.

"How sweet"

"She looks like an angel…."

Ignoring his lovesick marine collegues, the young man walked to his office and laid her down onto his bed.

"We will head back to the base!", he ordered quickly and made sure that (Y/N) was comfortable.

It took her awhile to wake up. With a loud groan she opened her eyes and watched her surroundings. Confused she found herself in a neatly cleaned office and relieved, she found Pudding's bag beside her bed on a table. Nervously she got up from her laying position to get a better view.

"Oh finally you are awake…", a voice got her attention and she was met with a young looking man with pink hair. Most of it was hidden behind a bandana. Clothed with a captain coat, he seemed of a high rank. (Y/N) realized that her accident with the sea king, led her directly to a marine ship. She wasn't prepared to get in touch with these people so suddenly and felt in a way helpless of what to say.

"You don't have to be afraid. I am Captain Coby. We found you and your… Yeah ship. Are you feeling alright? You aren't hurt or? ", he spoke politely and came a step closer, but stopped immediately after he noticed her shiver.

"I.. Am fine. Thank you for your concern. And thank you for helping me out there. I am very grateful.", (Y/N) spoke as friendly as possible and smiled slightly towards the captain. In a way he seemed nice. Blushing he avoided her sweet smile and coughed to calm down.

"That's a relief.", he spoke and was about to ask further, but a cadet stepped to his side.

"Captain. We are here. The base is calling.", he spoke nervously and quickly Coby turned to the exit to answer the call. Stopping in his tracks, he looked back to (Y/N) and smiled widely.

"Don't worry Miss. You are safe here. After all, We are at the marineford base G-1! ", his words rang in her ears and let her eyes widen. She was there. She really was able to get to Katakuri's prison. Wiping her tears away she took a deep breath.

"Now (Y/N) focus. Calm down, get information and get an overview of the situation…", she spoke to herself, while her look wandered to her hand. Touching the black ring of Katakuri, she knew that she first had to make sure, if she was able to speak with them about her situation. On her way she thought about her possibilies. Maybe she was able to make a deal? To give them money to let her husband go? Sighing she took the ring off of her finger and placed it into the bag. Till she didn't know what would happen, she should hide her identity.

Stepping outside she gasped of the sight before her. The marineford was huge. It looked like an empire. The high stonewalls, cannons and thousands of marines, which were patrolling around the place were making her shiver of fear.

"Impressive right?", Coby's voice got her attention and let her look up to the smiling captain. Nodding she thought about her husband and where exactly he was being kept.

Deep in thought she didn't notice that the ship was already inside the base and docking on land.

" Captain Coby, Navy Admiral Akainu is waiting!", one of the many marines called out to them and softly he tapped (Y/N) 's shoulder to get her attention.

"Come with me please.", he spoke and walked forward. With every step she felt her nervousness raise. Mens were gasping and drooling of her appearance, which made her quite uncomfortable and Coby annoyed. Sighing he looked down to the beautiful girl and could see how afraid she was and the most scary meeting was already waiting around the corner.

"We will meet now Navy Admiral Akainu. He is one of the most powerful marines. I am sure that he won't cause you any harm. He is just very cruel against pirates or other criminals.", Coby spoke and didn't notice that he sounded in a way sad.

"You don't seem really happy about your motivated Admiral. ", quickly apologizing of maybe going too far, Coby just chuckled of her sweet behavior.

"You got a point. Well it's just.. I believe in justice, but it's important to see the person behind the actions too. If he is just killed because of the title, I think that's going into the wrong direction.", he spoke nervously to relieve his true intentions. Smiling (Y/N) stopped him by grabbing his arm, which gave him goosebumps.

" That's very honorable of you. You see things through your heart. I don't know this Admiral yet, but I am sure you are a way better marine than him, because you give people a chance and not judge someone by his appearance or name.", (Y/N) spoke with a smile and took him of guard. He was really fascinated by this woman. After being in trouble and god knows how long she was in that bonbon vehicle, she still kept a heartwarming smile on her face.

"Why is a girl like you out on the sea alone?.", he asked out of the blue and got a blushing mess of thinking out loud, while (Y/N) watched him with raised eyebrows.

"a girl like me?"

Flustered he fought for words and started to walk again.

"Forget what I said. Nevermind… Let's go.", he spoke quickly and they walked along a corridor to reach a big double door at the end. Pushing it open, Coby let (Y/N) walk inside, who was shivering of the cold atmosphere. The room was huge. High walls with windows made the room even more bigger. At the end was a big desk with two marines on each side. But that wasn't really important at that moment. Because her eyes met the serious ones of the Navy Admiral Akainu. Alone his strong expression made her scared. He was frozen in place and showed no sign of starting a conversation. Uneasy (Y/N) stopped and waited for Coby to help her. He knew right away how intimidating his superior was and stepped beside her.

"Navy Admiral Akainu. Here is the person who was traveling with the strange object.", he spoke professional, while Akainu's look was piercing her.

"Your name.", he asked and crossed his arms.

"(Y/N)… ", she quickly spoke and pressed her fist together for support. She had to pull herself together. It was her only chance.

"Why is a young woman traveling out there all alone? There has to be a good reason for that.", he spoke calmly and looked down onto his papers again. (Y/N) didn't know if she was allowed to speak, while he was reading and waited dumbfounded.

"What's the matter? Are you thinking of a good lie?", he suddenly asked and looked up shortly with a bored expression. Coby knew how this man loved to play with people. Looking down to her he was stunned of (Y/N) 's annoyed look.

"I am terribly sorry, but seeing you reading in between our meeting, I thought of not to disturb you.", she spoke with a hint of anger and let the Admiral raise his brows stunned. It was many years ago that someone was speaking with him like that. On the other hand Coby was sweating like crazy.

"I see… I was unpolite. So again. Who are you?", he asked in a demanding tone which let her shiver. Thinking about what to do she felt her heartbeat increasing.

"Admiral Akainu!", a sudden voice cut in and a marine stepped into the room. Annoyed he gave the intruder an angered look and let him bow in apologize.

"I am sorry to disturb, but we found an inscription at the cockpit of this stranger's ship. It belongs to the Big mom pirates!", he spoke and let (Y/N) 's heart stop for a moment. The air got thick and cold, while Akainu gave her a deadly glare.

"You are a pirate? And belong to this scum of people… ", he spoke with a dangerous calm voice. Coby gasped shocked and couldn't believe it. (Y/N)' s mind was racing. She had to find a good answer. A good plan. The moment she stepped into this room she realized that speaking things out and make a deal wasn't an option.

"Alone for the way you speak to me, I will kill you with my own hands.", he growled and got up pissed.

Gasping (Y/N) stepped back, while tears rolled down her face. She always learned to be honest. To never betray others, but this time she would.

For him.

Taking a deep breath she walked closer to the angered Navy Admiral, who was able to kill her with one hand. Coby wanted to stop her, but knew all too well that things got already too heated.

" My name is (Y/N) (L/N). I am the princess of Exotica. "

[saskiahaggens]

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Masterlist

Paring: Chishiya x Reader

Warnings:

spoilers of episode 2

Word count: 1925

When you met him, it was a warm summer day. A gentle wind helped to cool everyone off, and your friends encouraged you to hang out later that day. What you didn't know was that you were going to cancel later that day.

You were leaving school and passed by a small alleyway when you heard whimpering. You were frightened at the time, but you chose to look regardless. Your panic vanished as you recognized it as a boy's uniform from your school.

His face was bruised, and judging by his cowering posture, he was clearly in a lot of pain. He winced as he heard your footsteps. His eyes were closed, and you could sense him shiver.

"It's OK. I will not harm you. Hey, my name is Y/n."

He must have been expecting someone else since he looked up with hesitation. That was putting it mildly, because his left eye was so swollen that he couldn't see through it.

"N-niragi"

You smiled at him, attempting to comfort him, and he swore he felt his heart skip a beat.

"Who did this, Niragi?" you questioned, softly taking his slightly bloodied hand in yours.

Instead, he shook his head and attempted to stand up. He was ashamed of himself for laying in this alley. It was pathetic. Really. You, on the other hand, didn't mind. You supported him in standing up and held his arm to keep him steady.

"How about you come with me? I live nearby. You may rest till you feel better," you offered, still smiling through it all.

"No, I'm alright."

"You're not. Look at you. I want to help you. Nobody deserves that kind of brutality."

He attempted to object, but on the inside he was delighted that you did not listen. You rescued him. No one had ever done this before. His teachers blamed him for being bullied. He should stand up and fight back. You stood out. You didn't expect him to put up a fight. You wanted him to feel good, needed, and protected. It was fate that drew you here on this day, at that moment. He fell for you that day... and he fell hard.

He was very kind, in your perspective. He was always worried about your health and mood, In a nice way.  You made him feel appreciated, and he wanted you to feel the same way.

When you had a date, he would help you with your homework or prepare dinner. 

In June, you asked him out. You asked him out, but he was the one who said, 'I love you,' first. He said it almost a year later, in April. While having a picnic, you watched the cherry blossoms fall. To be honest, it was cliche and cheesy, and if you brought it up now, he would deny it since he had changed.

You couldn't understand what happened. It began slowly. He began wearing contact lenses, instead of his cute glasses, and when you eventually moved in together after graduation, he showed up one day with a nose piercing. Instead of his adorable glasses, he started wearing contact lenses, and when you finally moved in together after graduation, he showed up one day with a nose piercing. A few weeks later, he got his brow pierced. His appearance changed drastically, yet it was all his choice. Still, a heads-up would have been nice.

You weren't sure why he was getting into fights again. After he graduated, the bullying ended, and he was able to live in peace. He denied having a bloodied and swollen face when you questioned him why. You weren't even permitted to help him with treating it. Every time he came home wounded, he went directly into the bathroom and left the house an hour later. You followed him one day because you were afraid he might be hurt even more. He went to a pub and drank a little, most likely to reduce the pain. The next day, he'd pretend as if nothing had happened and go to work as normal. He'd deny anything happened, and you didn't want him to become angry, so you let it go. You hoped he would let you know when he was ready… You were wrong.

Some days, he just disappeared, leaving no trace of where he had go or when he would return.  You suspected him of cheating once, but you immediately forgot about it.  His appearance had altered, but he was still the lovable Niragi you'd met in that alleyway years before.

He began to speak to you less and less. Sometimes he didn't speak to you at all; he went before you woke up and came back when you were asleep. His messy side of the bed, which was still warm and smelt like him, was the only sign that he was even there. It made everything hurt even more.

You wanted for this relationship to work. You still loved him and were concerned that he had lost interest in you. Just because he would never cheat on you does not mean he can't stop loving you. Your heart had been taken by this man. Years ago, he ripped it out of your chest and kept it. He seemed to have forgotten about this now.

You'd had enough of this bullshit after two more years. There were days when he behaved normally, and then there were days when he was angry at you for no apparent reason, or when you didn't see him at all. Every time you brought it up, he became enraged, and even though you still didn't want to end the relationship, it felt like the only thing you could do.

You tried to listen. You tried to be there for him. You really did. It just didn't work, and your relationship most likely didn't either.

You need to think about everything away from him, therefore the invitation you received from a high school friend was ideal.

They lived in a small town near Tokyo, so it wouldn't be too far away, but it would work just fine. Niragi didn't care when you told him, but you weren't surprised at this point. Even though you knew this relationship stopped working a while ago, it was still hard to make this decision. It wouldn't be worth your time to attempt to repair this broken relationship. You really wanted to break up with him, but then something very unlikely happened.

Some would call it fate; others would call it something worse than a nightmare; but it wasn't either for you. A meteor landed in Tokyo, specifically in Shibuya.

After hearing the news, you were concerned and called Niragi. Of course, he didn't answer the phone. He has no reason to. Perhaps he wasn't even injured and simply didn't pick up. It wasn't unlikely for him at this point.

Even if you wanted to end the relationship, you still cared about him. So you went back home earlier than anticipated, searching first your apartment, then his favorite spots, and then—after your worst fears came true—you checked every hospital near the scene of the accident.

Finally, when you asked for your boyfriend of so many years and room number, one receptionist nodded. As fast as you could, you made your way to his room. Because of the large number of injured people, this hospital, like all the others, were overflowing.

You ran into yet another while attempting to dodge the people who didn't watch where they were going. He smiled sheepishly as he pulled you out of his chest. You were greeted by a short man. His hair was colored white, but the natural color was already peeking through. He was just leaving Niragis' room, but based on his attire, he was also a patient.

"I apologize. I attempted to avoid-" You attempted to justify your carelessness, but the person who had almost run into you had vanished.

"Yeah, whatever. You must be Y/n. Niragi wasn't lying when he bragged about you," he said, rolling his eyes at the memory.

"What did he do? You must have misunderstood him. But, anyway, I am Y/n. You are?"

"Chishiya. Now I have to keep going. Niragi is alone right now, but keep it together. When I return, I want a child-safe zone," he snickered as he walked away.

Strange guy. You dismissed the topic and reached for the handle. Should you knock on the door? On the other hand, what could he possibly be up to? You still knocked before gently opening the door.

The nurses had already informed you about his situation, but you ignored them. He was still alive, and that was all that counted for now.

"Suguru," you whispered when you sat down on his bed, examining his injuries.

"God, you are so pretty, N/n."

Before the accident, he had never said anything like this. This was very out of style for him. Not to add that he hadn't called you N/n in a long time.

"I apologize for what I did, N/n. I haven't told you in months, but I love you. It's fine if you want to end our relationship with me; I treated you like crap and I don't deserve better. So now I look like the terrible guy I am."

"Do not say anything like that. It seems that your near-death experience changed you. I truly wanted to end things with you. But I haven't heard you talk to me like this in a long time. What do you think? Do you deserve another chance?"

"No," he said firmly. "Obviously I don't, but I would love another chance. I had nearly forgotten how much you meant to me. I'm sorry it took all of this for me to realize that you are the only thing worth living for. All I want now is for you to be happy. And maybe you could be happy with me."

"What even happened?" you asked.

"I got in touch with the wrong people. I wanted to keep you safe. I should've told you, but I was frightened you'd leave me. You deserve so much more than me," he said as he closed his eyes. "You should definitely break up with me, but let me say it one more time. Y/n, I love you. I love you so much. You made me feel valued when I felt like no one cared."

You would never have imagined Niragi would say something like this.

"I'd want to try again. But. We can't just pretend nothing happened. We must begin from the start."

"I know. I know. However, you are worth it. You are worth every second of my time. If you ever want something, don't hold back and tell me. I might not be able to give you everything, but I will try."

You'd gotten him back. You'd gotten your old Niragi back.

"How about a kiss? It's all I need for now."

Because of the fire, his lips weren't as soft as they used to be, but I t was good to be this close to him again. Feeling his breath on your face, his heart racing as you got closer. It was as if you were a teenager again.

"Disgusting," was murmured, but both you and Niragi most definitely heard it.

"Fuck you, cat boy. You are just jealous."

"Jap. But if you ever leave her, Niragi, she will be mine," He was kidding, but Niragi most likely missed it.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to ditch her again."

[thatdraggo]

TW; SH HEALED SCARS

heartband comic from September 2023.

[mageofseven]

When Heat Cools: A MephistoMC Love Story

Chapter 4

Taglist: @astroseuss @fcxyviixen @jar-of-moondust @marvelous-maniac @missloserqueen

"So...what's with the whole 'mi corazón' thing?" MC ended up asking.

The two were now laying in bed next to each other.

"It's Spanish for 'my heart'." He smiled that same prideful way he did whenever he gloated about whatever knowledge or object he possessed.

"No shit, dude." The human laughed. "It's a human language though; how the hell do you know it?"

Mephisto raised an eyebrow.

The woman shook her head at him, expression suddenly changing from one of lightheartedness to one of annoyance.

"Noble children learn at least few human languages during their childhood." He explained. "Demons have always been a very academically driven race, just like the Dark Magicks before us, but many subjects are too challenging for us as children and that's why we wait till early adulthood in modern day to study at RAD. In order to keep our minds busy as children and keep our intellectual curiosity alive, they fill our time with the more elementary subjects from the Human realm like your languages, but also your various forms of math and sciences. Your people's physics was not nearly as difficult for me to master as some said it would be."

"Mephisto, do you even realize how condescending that sounds?"

The man merely blinked. Honestly, he doesn't understand what he did wrong this time and he usually picks up on it right away.

MC huffed.

"Your people have a history of talking down about about my people, of speaking of us as weak and inferior yet have no problem teaching their children a key element of various human cultures such as the languages we speak and teach them the maths and sciences, the culmination of all that my people have learned as a race, just to show off how their children can do it better?"

...okay when worded like that, the nobleman can understand why his love is upset.

"I...okay, I see your point." He agreed. "However, I did not mean to offend."

The human sighed and laid her head against his chest.

"Yeah, I know..." She mumbled. "Like...it's not a bad thing that you know this stuff. It just sucks that the reasons the adults around you made you learn it all were so...ya know."

Mephisto pursed his lips. Through her, he was growing to see a lot wrong with the way his family and his people did things and it was...a very uncomfortable situation. He used to fight it, double down with the 'humans are inferior' talk, but since that night and especially now that he has dedicated himself to this woman and their child, he can't afford to hide from the truth of that matter for the sake of his own comfort. That would be disrespectful to MC, but also to his half human child.

Noticing how upset he was, the woman quickly continued the conversation.

"So, what other languages did you learn?"

Mephisto wrapped an arm around her waist, resting his hand on her small belly.

"Well...French, Turkish, Arabic, Swahili, Yoruba, Ukrainian," He listed off before sighing. "I started learning Swedish, but my mother had scolded me, said I was too old for such 'childish endeavors'."

"I take it that's how they see Human realm knowledge?"

"...Sadly, yes." He admitted, giving her belly a gently rub.

His parents have made it very clear how they felt about humans over the years...how were they going to react to this baby then, their grandchild? After accepting that he will not abandon his child or the human he loves, at least?

Honestly, Mephisto still had no idea how to handle his parents, but knew he had to figure out some way to bring about their acceptance--or at least, their leniency.

That when MC's bedroom door opened.

"Look, I gotta--" Mammon said guiltily before pausing in his tracks. "Wait, the hell is he here for?!

The woman sat up.

"Mammon, relax--"

"The hell should I relax for?" He stepped further into the room and glared at the nobleman next to her. "After all the shit ya put her through, ya still stringin' her along?"

Mephisto tightened his hold on his girlfriend as he stared the the Avatar of Greed down.

"I am doing no such thing." The noble retorted. "Maybe you would be better off not speaking of things you know nothing about."

"Mephi." The woman scolded him softly; the last thing she needed was these two fighting.

"Oh I know nothin', huh?" Oh boy... "Well, who the hell do you ya think was here for her while you were runnin' like a coward these last couple months, huh?"

"You're one to talk." The Mephisto said bitterly. "How many times have I seen you run from your brother after you've stolen something from the school? You wouldn't know bravery and accountability if your precious big brother stapled it to your face--"

"That's enough!" MC covered her ears and was now crying on her bed.

"Shit..." Mammon mumbled.

"Mammon, just go..." She sniffled.

The greed demon looked like he was about to say something, but thought better of it. Instead he headed out the door just as she asked.

"Mi corazón..." Mephisto reached out to her, just for MC to gently push his hand away.

"Please go home." She asked him. "I...I just want to be alone right now."

The nobleman watched her guiltily for a moment longer before nodding.

Mephisto...he may not like most of the brothers, but he's going to have to learn to get along with them for MC's sake.

[quartzitess]

DYNAMITE!!! WOOO!*!*!*!*!

[istherewifiinhell]

Dumb as hell they didnt air this show weekly ppl could have been fighting for their LIVES in the forums to prove this was hinting at nightshade's transformerdom specific tran-ness for a whole MONTH. You would take away that sweet sweet internet argument winner vindication? from TF FANS??

[VD: Transformers Earthspark clip of Thrash and Nightshade Malto speaking outside the Malto family barn. Thrash has silver/white plating, a blue face, copper detailing, like the goggles on his helm, and wheel rims by his knees. Nightshade is maybe 1.5 times his height, in their white/grey/blue protoform.

[Hashtag and Twitch in alt mode, purple van, red drone, respective, passing by the screen from previous scene]

Nightshade placing down some children's objects, peting the head of a plushie. Smiles.

Thrash steps around the corner of the barn: Okay, no pressure! I know you keep changing the subject cause you... don't wanna talk about alt-modes. But! There's still plenty your big bro can show you! Like, Fluffy Ears! [He gestures to present Fluffy Ears, a baby cow, who trots out and moos]

Nightshade, palming their cheeks, gasping: There is no more perfect name in the human language! [They kneel to play with Fluffy Ears' ears]

Thrash: Yeah! She is pretty cute!

Nightshade: Is she... also apart of our family?

Thrash: I mean... Basically?

Nightshade grasps both of Thrash's hands in theirs, and shakes them largely and emphatically enough he has to go on tip toes: I'm so glad you told me, this changes everything! Thank you Thrash. [They drop his hands to pick up Fluffy Ears, who moos, twice]

Thrash, baffled: Sure! Iffff you like cows, just wait till I teach you more earth stuff... Like... [He dashes out of frame, grabs Nightshade's collection of play things] How to juggle!

Nightshade turning from where they'd been walking away. Amused emphasis: Uh huh, and what can my big brother teach me about load bearing timbers? [Fluffy Ears moos]

Thrash: What? [Pausing juggling in his confusing, the items all fall on his head]

END

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Slow Burn Masterlist 2

part one

Bird Man, Metal Arm, & the Girl (ao3) - mynameisrae bucky/sharon, past sharon/steve, peggy/steve M, 105k

Summary: After returning from the blip, Sharon Carter is finding her place in the world again. She never expected to find Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes on her doorstep with a proposition for her. A proposition that leads her to moving in with the boys and becoming a part of the new Cap Trio. Now she's stuck with the bickering pair while they fight to keep Captain America's shield and navigate their new dynamic. A new dynamic that is becoming more and more complicated as Sharon becomes increasingly more curious what it would be like to kiss that damn scowl off Bucky Barnes' mouth.

Black and Blue (ao3) - concupiscence66 sam/bucky M, 86k

Summary: Sam and Bucky are a couple of guys. A couple of guys who have been battered and bruised down to their souls, and who are in need of some serious rest and relaxation. Bucky would be happy to crawl back into his isolation, but Sam coaxes him into another visit to Delcroix. With no impending doom hanging over their heads, Sam and Bucky have a chance to really get to know one another and see if the spark between them might turn into something more.

Constellations (ao3) - Vetiver bucky/darcy E, 56k

Summary; Bucky and Sam are called to assist SWORD with a strange object from space that's landed in Louisiana, where they meet Dr. Darcy Lewis. After the situation takes an even weirder turn for Darcy and Bucky, they reconnect in New York to figure out the mysterious cube - and their mutual attraction.

This will hang out in 'teen' rating territory for a while before eventually earning its 'explicit' rating. I usually wait till a work is complete before posting, but this one is still in progress; I will aim to update a minimum of twice a week. More tags to be added as events unfold.

Dissonance (ao3) - stuckybarnes peter/wade M, 121k

Summary: Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.

Endgame (ao3) - YunaYamiMouto tony/stephen T, 196k

Summary: The rouge Avengers are pardoned under the influence of King T'Challa and it is up to Tony to 'welcome' them back. But as he and his new team are at the private airport, an unexpected fight breaks loose and the fate of the whole universe is changed when a wizard places himself as Tony Stark's protector.

God's Righteous Man (ao3) - FoxyAtlas steve/bucky M, 232k

Summary: A story in which the serum doesn't affect Steve's size, the shield goes to Bucky, and they reunite years before the Battle of New York. Also, Steve is a punk, but that's canon.

A timeline starting with the Howling Commandos and going all the way to Pre-Infinity War.

Help Me Hold Onto You (ao3) - dash_of_darkness bucky/sam E, 202k

Summary: Six months after the fall of SHIELD and HYDRA, Sam is no closer to finding Bucky and he is growing more desperate by the day. Bucky feels like he's stuck in a free-fall, not able to trust anyone including himself. When he shows up to Sam's house unannounced one night, Sam scrambles to catch him and bring him home before it's too late.

If They Knew All About You (ao3) - MsHermia pepper/tony T, 521k

Summary: Tony Stark had lost his son when he was only 2 years old, stolen away in broad daylight with nobody the wiser of what exactly happened. Years later, Tony has just made it through the disaster with Ultron. He is trying to keep himself and the team together but relationships are strained and tempers are running high. Then a random turn of events leads to his path crossing with that of a particular vigilante. They are strangers to each other, or so they think.

Peter Parker is on top of the world. After a few shitty years, losing his parents and then losing his Uncle, things are finally looking up. Sure he lives in a crappy little apartment with his Aunt but he might have just found his mission in life.

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This is an AU story obvious by some of the tags. I'm starting out a few weeks after Age of Ultron took place. Civil War will be a thing.

it's always who is spider-man, never how is spider-man (ao3) - i_regret_thatpersonalityquiz harley/peter T, 176k

Summary: "Stay?"

Peter finally looked down to see Harley Fucking Keener, Iron Lad, the boy who had caused his shoulder to be throbbing all night, looking away with a slight tint to his cheeks. Peter opened and closed his mouth, no sound coming out.

And he sat back down.

OR: Peter had been living on the streets, dealing with your average homeless vigilante stuff. Things got a bit more complicated when the Avengers started to chase him down.

Re-Engineered (ao3) - Opy3332 bucky/tony M, 73k

Summary: “Tony blinks. He blinks and his entire world changes.”

Tony is sent back in time from mid-Infinity War to just after returning from Afghanistan.

How different is Tony Stark, and the MCU, with all that knowledge of the future?

Haunted by the guilt of Rhodey’s injury, the betrayal and pain of Steve, the fear of Wanda, the loss of Jarvis, and the foreknowledge of Thanos, this Tony is one the universe hasn’t contended with before. And he is more than ready to re-claim his title of genius, billionaire, and philanthropist in ways unexpected.

Rock Me Gently (ao3) - enigma731, invisibledaemon gamora/peter M, 479k

Summary: “She is our–She is Gamora,” Nebula says. “There is only one Gamora and I know her better than any of you do.” She pauses and glares at Peter, clearly challenging him to protest that. For once, he doesn’t dare. “This Gamora has jumped forward in time nine years, but she is the same person at her core. Just as you are the same despite not having experienced the last five years I did. We are all just–out of sync at the moment.”

Sharpen Your Teeth (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony M, 369k

Summary: A betrayed Tony Stark leaves the Avengers. He's angry and bitter but he's not about to stop being a hero. The problem is that not everyone is happy with his decision.

Sugar Sweet (ao3) - ColorCoated steve/bucky E, 173k

Summary: College Student Bucky finds himself immediately attracted to Steve. He knows that Steve's a bit older than him, and that Steve himself is put off by the age difference. . . But that doesn't stop Bucky from wanting to climb him like a tree. AKA a Sugar Daddy AU that no one was asking for.

What I Used To Be (ao3) - thepinupchemist bucky/steve, background tony/bruce/pepper E, 117k

Summary: When the police uncover a hidden sub-basement in the home of criminal Alexander Pierce and find a tortured omega and his three pups, they bring them to the Stark Omega Clinic, a non-profit dedicated to rehabilitating traumatized omegas.

After dark in September 2005, fourteen year old Bucky Barnes vanished. Eleven years and three pups later, he is far from the boy that went missing from a suburban neighborhood outside of Denver.

Steve Rogers is an alpha of some means. When he came into money, he decided to use what he had for good and sign up as a candidate to be a support alpha for his close friend Tony's charitable clinic. When he takes on the task of helping reintegrate Bucky and his pups into the world, he doesn't expect to fall so hard.

Your Latest Trick (ao3) - ChortlesOfDoom loki/tony, pepper/tony E, 273k

Summary: Following a violent, masterfully feigned death aboard the Statesman, Thor believes Loki's gone for good; more importantly, so does Thanos. Exhausted and hungry for revenge, Loki returns to Earth, but as he bides his strength, anonymously supplying the Avengers with inside knowledge between his own preparations, he begins to see the true cost of holding on.