#not saying that this is how its gonna play out

[his-madness-keeps-him-sane]

I honestly think that the inability to understand the most basic ideas of ASOIAF characters comes from bad faith criticism, especially if they think that "long winter" is not a central plot point of the story.

Whatever about worldbuilding, I don't care about the freaking bees of Westeros (and the problem is again that Martin has a stick up his ass and should act more like Tolkien and embrace more the poetry and less the pedantry).

I understand and enjoy criticism (1- I think he deserves it, 2- I like to interact with different opinions of things I read/watch/whatever) but saying "winter is unimportant" explains why so many understand the books as a misanthrope story.

Because you have Jaime's journey after "being evil" or Sansa learning the game of thrones to survive while knowing that she doesn't want to become a Cersei.

There's a lot of dark and cruelty but the central conclusion is always the same: be clever!

That's where the TV show failed, in the book consequences matter!

Ned is not dead because he was "good", Ned is dead because he was DUMB!

Nobody said "oh but why did he have to die?" because we know why!

Every single death happens because someone didn't know how to play the game.

That's why Daenerys is doomed to become a fascist (the tv show was BAD but the general idea of Dany turning "bad" is there in the books too).

That's why I will always defend Sansa (arguably the biggest victim of fan's misogyny).

The characters, good or bad, are (usually) incredibly well written, with (usually) a lot of nuance.

From the anti chosen one/Prince Charming of Dany/Jon to the child soldier metaphors of Arya there's really a lot of though and care behind them all. And that's why the books have become impossible to finish. Too many complex pieces to play with.

Martin has A LOT to criticize and I wish he stopped with the bullshit (and the obsession with rape, and the racism, and the...) but I can't understand how someone can read those books and think "this author thinks humans are awful".

Everyone hates Cersei and then Martin goes "Take this, a Cersei POV chapter" and... Fuck.

Yes, she's bad. But suddenly she is a person, not a fairy tale evil queen. She has ambition, she's scared, she's a mother, she's a woman in a sexist world full of violence against women... And we learn all those fears and dreams directly from her, from the "evil queen".

One of the little things that the TV show did well was Joffrey's death.

I remember people being... Uncomfortable. Because while enjoying the death of a monster they realized "wow... He's just a 16 year old boy... Dying in his mother's arms..."

And that, and not "historical accuracy" or whatever Martin claims, is the true golden heart of ASOIAF.

That the world is awful and make us awful

And that it doesn't have to be like that.

That's why the winter IS central.

Because a looming doom should be enough to make them realize how dumb the whole "game of thrones" is (like, you know...the real world and climate change??? The pandemic and the totally insufficient collaboration between countries???) and yet they keep fighting for an ugly chair that kills you if you sit on it too hard because it's made out of the swords of a colonialist war.

IT'S NOT SUBTLE

For all its faults, what ASOIAF is saying (or should be if Martin stopped with the bullshit) is that the world is awful, but you don't have to, and that it's never too late to change.

That you can be good but you have to be CLEVER.

That the kids are the future and can be the change.

That the Starks were always right and the winter is coming.

And that the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

And I don't think he's ever gonna finish the books, but I don't think it's a coincidence that the last book is called "A promise of Spring".

Say what you want about Martin and his stupidity and empty pride.

But ASOIAF, even if failing a lot in achieving it, is ultimately about hope.

Hope in spite of horror.

Btw, a disclaimer: I'm not even a fan anymore!

I haven't even read the last published book!

But to be a hater you have to admit the good parts too!

Listen to Orson Welles, the OG hater!

Jeez!

Disclaimer x2: I refuse to acknowledge any grammar or orthographic mistake, I can't read anymore 😌

Someone over on Discord asked, "I'm morbidly curious: How BAD is A Song of Ice and Fire in terms of the authenticity George claims it to be?"

My reply was straightforward:

The long and the short of it is that ASOIAF is basically a vehicle for GRRM to present both his rape fetish and his Hobbesian view on human nature and has less historical accuracy than Frozen or most other Disney movies.

That's actually a good way to think of it, now that I've said it--he's Family Unfriendly, they're Family Friendly, but both have the same relationship with History: just Pure Aesthetic with no consideration for how the worldbuilding would work.

[quarterlifekitty]

Hi! could you possibly write something about a fuckboy!soap and shy!reader that he uses for sex, and she keeps letting him? im craving angsty angst ANGST that just keeps hurting…you don’t have to if you don’t want to and thank you if you do! Have a great day!

Okay, one thing you all should know about me? Is that I’m a weenie lol so I can’t help but make things a little hopeful most of the time. Also— gonna make this like a college type AU

Soap clocks you from a mile away when he sees you at a party. There’s a cup of beer in your hand that you’ve been nursing, just sipping to have something to do while you cling to the side of the friend who forced you to come.

He’s seen you in his classes before. You’re good. Not the type to be seen in a place like this. And that kinda whets his appetite. He wants to fuck you, break you, make you fall apart for his own amusement.

He nudges Gaz— they have the routine down to a science— splitting up the birdies that are a little too huddled together so they can have their way with them. Gaz runs interference this time, Johnny mouthing an “I owe ye” his way— chatting up and pulling your friend away to talk a bit more. You’re alone now, and Johnny swoops in, weaving through people on a warpath.

He corners you expertly, and you’re a pathetically easy read. Easy to tease, to coax, to push. He just has to throw in a few lines about how pretty you look, peppered between him saying he’s always wanted to talk with you, always admired you in class— he gives just enough detail to lull you into thinking this is courting. That he’s going to fuck you because he likes you.

Works like a charm. Always does. You clumsily follow him to his room—“Ye didnae ken? This is my fraternity’s house, bonnie,”— as he pulls you along by the hand.

He enjoys pulling you apart. Like the birds taking Prometheus’s liver. He’s not a complete animal, he makes you cum, but he doesn’t give you kisses the way you’d probably hoped he would. He’ll tell his mates later— it was kinda cute how fucking bad you were at giving head, too.

He lets you stay the night even though your clinging is a bit annoying. Pushing you out would burn this bridge, and he’s not ready to do that just yet. Not when he could keep having fun.

Come morning your clothes are tossed your way (sans panties, those are going in his trophy collection), and he has the decency to drop you off at your place with the promise of further contact.

Come your next class, he’s back to acting like he doesn’t know you. You’re shy, but you’re not stupid. It’s easy to see that you were played, and you curse yourself for falling into it.

So why do you show up when he texts you, asking you to come over?

Promethean indeed.

And it keeps happening.

It’s not like he treats you badly— that’s what you tell yourself. You’re just the idiot for expecting more than orgasms. It’s nice to feel wanted. It’s not nice to put your clothes on and get out right after, but you’re willing to ignore that. You shouldn’t be. But you are.

You’re not the kind of girl who gets asked out. So why refuse the one source of attention you have? He makes you cum, right? That’s more than a lot of guys do, so it would be unfair to expect more. High maintenance. Right?

If Johnny can see the hurt behind your eyes when you turn to check behind you when you leave, as if he’ll suddenly change his mind and call you back into bed to hold you, he doesn’t do anything about it. He’s content to tug on his jeans and brush past you with a cigarette in his mouth.

You steel yourself as usual, double checking the straightness of your clothes as if it’ll make you feel like less of a cheap whore when his housemates glance your way as you leave.

The door across from Johnny’s is almost always open, despite how closed off its occupant seems. You’ve never met Simon. Well, you really haven’t met anyone in Soap’s life. That’s not what he keeps you for, is it? Fucktoys don’t get introduced to the friend group. Doesn’t stop Simon from staring holes in your back every time you leave. Must think you’re easy. Must wonder if Johnny’ll mind if he has a go. Or maybe he just thinks you’re pathetic. You certainly do.

But it’s happened one too many times. Apparently, even a worm will turn. His stare itches and crawls up your skin when you already feel like such a piece of meat— chewed up and spit out. And you must be losing flavor. Before long you won’t even have this. You turn to look at him instead of walking on as usual.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” You spit in a tone that surprises you. You’ve never said anything like that to someone, not in earnest, anyway.

“Lemme take y’out somewhere.”

What?

What?

[silverjirachi]

I cannot emphasize to you enough that the sonic movies are unreasonably good. they do not follow the formula of being a cash grab that so many other big name franchise movies do.

Yeah there is cheap humor in it sometimes but it’s a kids’ movie, also sonic as a character has always been saying cheap corny stuff and not only that, but every single time there is a gag or a joke it is played completely straight. It’s never out of character, particularly sonic’s lines. I keep thinking about how they’ve made it clear that part of his joking and banter is out of insecurity, a “hahahah i need to talk to diffuse this situation” type of thing. i’m particularly thinking of the “haha who does your highlights” thing in the current movie. Shadow rightfully responds to this like “???? what the fuck dude??” because it’s treated not just as A JOKE but an actual, motivated part of the dialogue that the other characters respond to.

Honestly the person who has the most jarring gags is Robotnik but even then it works for his character because he’s just.. that unhinged. There is a full, sudden 4th-wall break in sonic 3 and i almost didn’t care because if anyone was gonna do it, it would be him. It was kind of a funny “i’m at a movie premiere” moment so it worked in the theatre, but i wonder how it will be received and age for people watching at home. But EVEN THEN, these out-of-sequence moments are so rare, and what they do is add to the tone of the movie, which takes itself seriously, but also reminds us to not take it too seriously. They walk this beautiful delicate balance of being a serious movie fully invested in its own stakes and circumstances while also being movie actualizations of cartoon characters. It centrally hinges on the principle that in order for any humor to work in a performance, the actors (and the story) must still be motivated and fully invested as if everything around them is a real circumstance. All three of the sonic movies have mastered this as an art.

Every single actor puts so much thought and love into their character, and the writing does not assume people will like it “just because.” It is so clear that story is the priority rather than ticket sales, and so they end up creating beautiful moments that serve the characters arcs as a piece of art and storytelling rather than just what’s gonna sell. There are literary devices in these things man. Sometimes they’re a little overemphasized, but again. Kids movie. And the thing is, these moments are woven into the parts that do sell. It’s genuinely phenomenal. It’s like a masterclass on good storytelling.

The sonic movies are one of the few rare “other media” movies that do not cop out just because they’re kids movies. That do not cop out just because they already have an invested fanbase who would come anyway. They are a testament to what happens when everyone on the team from the top down cares about the story and the characters. When they let people who are genuine fans of the content work on it. The movies abound with niche and subtle fan references (even memes!) but you blink and miss them. They’re never distracting and again, never played for JUST being a gag or a reference.

What I’m saying is I came into all three Sonic movies as an already established fan who would see junk anyway, preparing to be disappointed, and got ART instead??????? And they’re still putting out bangers three (hopefully four! AND a spinoff!) movies in??????

[morbethgames]

The Recoding of The Bureau is Finished

I’m done recoding the game. All in all, it was honestly about what I expected to be slimmed off once I got a good look at some of the scenes. As I expected, 90% of that were from the first 3 chapters. I am a mix of emotions after arduously spending hours upon hours replacing gender variables one at a time by hand. Which unfortunately, I couldn’t think of another way for doing it, because all of the characters were using the same gender variables instead of independent ones for each character.

I’m relieved it’s done. Disappointed in myself that I had to do it at all. Irritated that some people decided to put the game on blast for it rather than give actionable suggestions on how to fix it. Excited to finally be able to continue writing both the extra scenes that need to be written and the main story. I honestly don’t know which one I’m going to continue with first.

Please leave feedback.

There are still no doubt one or two spots with maybe 1-2k words each that could be slimmed down, but that would require a lot of work for very little payoff. So yes, I’m comfortable saying, the game is almost 400k words long in total. 85k words per playthrough. That’s not including the extra scenes in the stats screen, because randomtest doesn’t go in the stats screen (to my knowledge at least, someone can correct me if I’m wrong). So you still have to play the game roughly 5 times and choose different choices to see everything it has to offer.

Is the game smaller? A bit, yeah. Is it 100-150k? It’s more than double that.

Now, that doesn’t say anything for the state of some of the writing. If I have to read someone nodding, or smiling, or ‘slightly’, ‘a bit’, or ‘a little’ something in my own work again, I’m gonna jump out a window. Obviously, back when I started writing this, I was very much influenced by Wayhaven. I’ve since grown out of that idea. Since the game has taken on an identity of its own, and while I will forever be grateful to that series and continue to support it, there’s gonna be some changes in the final version of this game. Less of what I said above, less ellipses, and the flirting (especially in the beginning) will seem much more down to earth and believable for the setting it’s in, with a bit of wiggle room since this is still very much a YA game.

Please leave feedback.

The rewrite will not be happening until the first draft of the game is fully finished. I refuse to get stuck in a rewrite phase, mostly because I would just find it way too boring.

My patreon will continue to have static fiction on it, as well as sneak peeks into upcoming stuff. In case you’ve been missing it, Love In Stasis is up to Chapter 6 at this point, with more to come. I’m also thinking about potentially starting a horror static fiction.

I’ll be relying on people to playtest this new version of the game to tell me about any continuity errors, and gender errors, any anything errors. So please, play the demo. Let me know if you notice anything. I think if I’ve proved anything at this point, it’s that I act and fix things based on feedback.

And pettiness.

But mostly feedback.

Please leave feedback.

Last thing I’ll say; I’m gonna stop saying I’m bad at coding. Someone who’s bad at coding wouldn’t have been able to implement the text boxes and fine tune them. Someone who’s bad at coding wouldn’t have been able to code Golden Eyes. Someone who’s bad at coding wouldn’t have been able to slim down the game that much from where it was. So it’s time I give myself the credit of someone who at least knows what they’re doing. I’m not adept at it, but I’m certainly not bad at it either.

I’m still expecting the game to end up over 500k words when all is said and done. It will not be one million words, but I’m actually kind of happy about that. This is proof I’m still working on this game, and the next time it updates, it will have new content. Thanks for those that are patient and stick around, your support does still genuinely mean a lot.

Please leave feedback.

Stay Brilliant,

-Vi

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[agentumbls]

No, *genuinely*. There's so much to this I want to unpack. The closest thing I've ever felt is perhaps when Adventure Time finally ended, with all its hopes and dreams and untold stories and questions laid to rest, for another generation to find?

The thing is, the TF2 comics are in a class of being "internet media" in a way completely incomprehensible to people who didn't grow up on the internet. From the interactive action panels to the fact that it's a comic strip based on animated shorts about a video game, they rank really high on the "pieces of media that requires a *ridiculous* amount of out-of-medium contextualization to understand" scale (i.e. this is, at least was at first, a funny storytelling exercise in explaining some of the shit you got in TF2 updates). We will not be taking questions about homestuck at this juncture.

So the fact that Scout... that Jeremy, opens the door for you, the audience, on Smissmas Eve, and says to you...

"Thank you. We couldn't have done it without you."

And the rest of it is saying:

...we can rest now.

So to all of them, I think that the Bard said it best:

"All the World's a stage, and the men and women 'pon it merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts."

Merry smissmas everyone.

We couldn't have done it without you.

We made something strange and beautiful for you. A story about how hatred can consume, how getting everything you ever wanted could be the end of who you wanted to be, about looking up to impossible pedestals and growing beyond your fallen gods, about the world we pass on to our children and the folly of trying to hold onto an eternal moment of triumph, about becoming more than trying to be better than your brother and more about trying to be better than yourself, it's about grief and missing all those who can't be there now and can't see this beautiful thing you've made but by fuck they'd be so proud, they'd be so proud of you now, if that heart (mega baboon of course) could beat they would have loved to see what you made for them because it was for us, it was for us the whole time, and they may have been silly little goofy mans who blew each other up and whose miraculous survival may or may not be predicated on a very good doctor and/or lich-level soul transplant, and we're uh. Not gonna get into the whole Tom Jones thing right now so what was it I was saying

hey tf2 tumblr. are we not

talking about thsi?????

ISSUE #7 IS OUT.

LIKE RIGHT NOW.

EVERYBODY GO CRAZY. RIGHT FUCKING NOW. THIS IS HISTORY.

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 nightgown

synopsis: after two wonderful years with the swordsman, you're reluctant to let him go, especially without telling him how you feel. luckily, he feels the exact same way... and more than accepts your scanty going away present.

cw: part 2/3, nsfw, fluffy fluff, comfort, reader is FIONE, reader is also real as hell, zoro is a fiend, mihawk is such dad, this was so fun to write.

a/n: tagging: @that-b-word-lol @ihatespidersdie I NEED THIS MAN UNDER MY TREE

"C'mon, (y/n), they're not gonna fight if you keep playing with 'em," Zoro sighed, removing his sword from his mouth as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You giggled, unable to fight off your smile as you danced with the humandrills, relishing in their happy snorts and yips as the leader of the gang—Chuki—picked you up and placed you on his shoulder, happily parading you around.

"Sorry," you grinned, clapping with approval as a few of the others performed back-flips and cartwheels to keep your attention. "I was coming out to check on you guys."

Just then, Chuki let out a howl of excitement, wanting to join in on the fun.

Without warning, he launched himself into a somersault, completely forgetting you were on his shoulder and sending you flying.

'Not again...'

Zoro moved like he'd done this a hundred times—which he had—effortlessly shooting himself up and catching you in mid-air, bridal style.

"Every time?" he asked, raising a brow.

"I'm gonna miss this," you chuckled, looping an arm around his neck as he landed.

"The hell are you gonna do when I'm gone?" he carefully put you down, crossing his arms over his chest once again. "I'm not gonna be here to keep you from falling on your face."

You shrugged, turning to Chuki with a wide smile as he gave you a high five, "I guess I'll just have to learn how to land on my own."

"HA!"

The swordsman scoffed, shoulders bobbing with laughter as you snapped your head over to him, less amused.

"The girl who can barely hold a sword? I'd love to see it."

"Hey!"

"Hu hu hua!" Chuki mimicked, turning to you with an incredulous look. "Ooh, ah ah ah, hua!"

"I know right," you agreed, resting a hand on your hip as you glanced at the swordsman. "And smelly, too..."

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

Gloom Island was known all-throughout the Grand Line as an abandoned island, its kingdoms having brought themselves to utter ruin after years of war.

Your parents had even been drafted, and, of course, killed in the line of duty.

But, by fate or by fortune, you had managed to survive, living through most of your childhood as an orphan in a battle-ravaged kingdom.

Until, eventually, you were the last one standing.

Alone, you searched for any survivors, managing to stumble across a devil fruit along the way before meeting the humandrills.

The Speak-Speak fruit allowed you to become fluent in any language from the moment you heard it spoken aloud—animal language, included.

So, after meeting them on their level, the monkeys took you in, protecting you and treating you as one of their own until Mihawk came along not too long after, taking up the role as your father-figure and mentor.

Naturally, he tried to teach you some swordsmanship, but you lacked... talent, to say the least.

"I've gotten better since the last time we trained together!" you bellowed, proudly, as you picked up a sword, lowering yourself into an offensive stance. "Look!"

"Your posture's off," Zoro noticed, off-rip, "And your feet are too far apart."

Breath hitching, your face glowed with embarrassment, your body practically freezing in place.

'Shit!'

And just as you were trying to prove a point...

"Here," he instructed, getting up behind you and pressing his hand into the small of your back, straightening you up. "Like this."

Your spine shivered at his touch, the thick pads of his fingers practically burning into your flesh, despite the fabric separating them.

"Pull your feet a bit closer... it will firm up your stance... And if you're facing an enemy head on like this, you're gonna want to be upright."

"Okay!" you squeaked, doing your best to make the adjustments without physically combusting.

Carefully, you pulled your feet in shoulder width, and used his hand as a guide to straighten up your posture.

"Good," he commended, his arms suddenly coming around you grab your hands, helping you fix your grip on the sword. "Now when you swing, I want you to step into it."

You felt chills when his hands touched yours, years of work evident in his rough, calloused flesh, which held yours with the gentlest touch.

Turning to glance at him, your eyes came up to meet his once more, telling a story that made you just want to sit down and listen.

You studied his facial features up close—for about the fifty-millionth time—taking note of everything you had come to admire in the last two years.

The slight pink of his tanned lips...

The strength of his jaw...

The faint scar that rested on the tip of his shoulder, not that such a detail could be picked up unless one was really looking.

You felt like the staring going on for ages, but you didn't want to look away, and neither did he.

He, too, was studying your face.

And, deep down, he never wanted to look away.

"Dinner is ready," your father's voice cut through the air, draining all the color from your face.

Instantly, you and Zoro quickly threw yourselves off each other, heat rising to both your faces as you turned away, embarrassed—and slightly scared for the swordsman.

Mihawk fixed Zoro with a sharp glare, sizing him up as if he was some sort of delinquent.

He had been suspicious of you and the swordsman since the moment he arrived, particularly suspect as to why you felt so inclined to help him.

He knew you were a smart girl, and wouldn't disregard everything he had ever taught you about being safe without a valid reason.

A valid reason being a handsome man, in this case.

Still, what was he supposed to expect?

You were a woman now—no matter how difficult it was for him to accept—and women had... needs.

Mihawk shivered at the thought, quickly purging it from his mind as he turned on his heel, power-walking back toward the castle.

Not under his roof...

"Don't dawdle... it'll get cold."

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Come in," Zoro called, not moving from his spot resting peacefully on his bed, his hands tucked behind his head.

"Happy Going Away/Leaving To Reunite With Your Friends Tomorrow Day!" you smiled, carefully entering his room while holding a plate with a comically large onigiri on top, a sparkler sticking out of it. "I know you don't like cake, so I brought the next best thing!"

Warmed by the display, Zoro sat up, trying and failing to fight the smile rising to his lips as you approached.

'Adorable...'

"(y/n)... you didn't have to do all his," he started, not knowing what to say as you handed him his gift.

"I know that. But I figured you deserved something special to commemorate all the hard work you've done," you nodded, sheepishly. "You put up with my dad for two years... of your own free will... that alone is its own achievement."

Letting out a small chuckle, the swordsman suddenly found his eyes drifting to you, only to be met by your pretty, (e/c) eyes staring down at him, the entire room fading around you two.

He barely believed his eyes as he drank you in—your appearance sinful enough to make the devil sweat.

Instead of your usual long, black dress, you wore a tiny, black nightgown, which accentuated your luscious, curvaceous body and exposed the enticing flesh of your thighs.

You paired the little number with some black pumps, which he bet barely made you taller than him if you were to stand up.

The moonlight pouring in from the window illuminated your skin and glossed up, plump lips at curled into a nervous smile at the sight of him.

Topped off with the sweet silkiness of your voice; the way your body sensually moved; how you smelled of cocoa butter and vanilla.

Quietly, Zoro cursed under his breath, practically reeling.

God, if the last two years were anything, they were a testament to his willpower...

He had never felt this way before.

So distracted.

So obsessed.

You plagued his mind every hour of the day, the thoughts ranging from wholesome to downright scandalous.

Seeing you around the castle, watching the movement of your hips and the graceful slide of your hands, making him feel extremely stiff.

'Christ...'

He tried not to think of you like that.

You were the daughter of his sworn enemy, and a sweetheart, at that...

You deserved a nice guy, one that had a regular life, with a regular job and regular urges.

Not a jaded pirate like himself.

But you were just so damn alluring, he couldn't help himself.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You blinked once, coming out of the trance the man had put you under with a confused raise of your brow.

"Huh?" you asked, dumbly, your mind having turned to mush in the five minutes you were staring at him.

"I said," he pointedly repeated, placing the plate down on his nightstand before standing to his full height, towering over you. "What do you think you're doing?"

Nervous, your manicured hand wrapped around your arm, the swordsman's mind immediately traveling somewhere else.

"I... don't know what you're talking about," you muttered, eyes drifting away from him.

You tried to think quick, scouring your mind for some sort of excuse as he fixed his gaze on you like a predator would his pray.

You knew you couldn't chicken out now.

Especially after all the work you put into getting ready.

"You come in here..." he started, slowly pressing forward, forcing you to step back in order to keep some air between you two. "Dressed like that... just to give me a going-away present?"

You swallowed, thickly, continuing to move backward as he continued to invade your space, his eye cutting you down to size like a cat does a mouse.

"What are you trying to do?"

You turn away slightly, pulling your soft, glossy lip into a nervous bite.

"I just... wanted to look nice... for you," you muttered, resting your hands behind your back.

"Did you, now?" he cocked a brow. "Y'know... after all this time, I think I've finally got you figured out."

With a squeak, your back met the wall, forcing you to stay put as the swordsman caged you in, his muscular body leaving no route of escape.

"I think... you're a sweet girl, who's never met a pirate before, or been allowed outside the confines of this island, that thinks that she can stick it to her father by flirting with the man who is hellbent on taking him down."

Zoro raised a brow, cockily, a teasing smirk rising to his lips.

"How's that? Am I in the ballpark?"

"Hardly," you denied, a small air of confidence returning the wind to your sails.

It caught his attention immediately.

"I may be sweet... and you may be my father's rival... but you forget that I am I woman."

His breath hitched, eye widening slightly as you pulled yourself off the wall, taking your turn to move forward and regain some ground.

"A woman who's been lonely for quite some time... a woman who enjoys your company more than she'd care to admit... a woman who's never had more fun than in the two years you've lived in her house..."

You rested your hand against his chest, the swordsman scared you would feel his heart beating against his rib-cage.

"A woman who's found herself falling in love with the idiot that crash landed on her island..."

Eye wide, Zoro flushed at your boldness, looking away from your intense, (e/c) eyes.

"You don't mean that..." he attempted to rationalize, suddenly unable to comprehend the possibility of you actually liking him.

This had to be a trick.

You were just doing this to piss off your dad...

Right?

You stared at him with hooded eyes, flashing him a bashful, crooked smile that nearly had him melting into the floor.

"If I didn't... do you think I'd be standing here right now?"

The floodgates were opened.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, Zoro roughly yanked you forward, pulling you into his chest as you let out a gasp of surprise.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he warned, holding himself back by the thinnest string of his sanity. "If we do this... there's no going back. And after tomorrow, you won't see me for who knows how long..."

He looked you up and down, giving you a stare that would make any woman weak in the knees.

"You gonna be okay with that?"

Seriously, you nodded, looking up at him with sparkling eyes that nearly set his heart on fire.

"Alright, then... no holding back."

And he took "no holding back" with the utmost seriousness, managing to make you cum three times throughout your night in his room.

The first time was on his couch, coaxing you to bend over and let him massage and spank your soft, jiggly ass, which he swore was heaven sent when he plunged his tongue into your velvety folds, relishing in your soft moans and desperate grinds into his face.

The second time was in his bed, your legs pinned down onto the mattress while he tailed you, his cock plunging in and out of you as his arms wrapped around your body, allowing you to feel safe and comfortable while he dicked you down, feeling feral at the sight of your smooth tummy and soft tits.

The third and last time—because your virgin self simply couldn't take anymore—was when he bent you over and fucked you from behind on the foot of his bed.

His hands held your hips while he leaned over, physically holding you up on your jelly-like legs.

Your hands frantically fisted the sheets as he pounded into you, his firm thighs meeting your ass cheeks as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow.

Because, to him, there wasn't.

"F-Fuck! Oh, my God! Right there!" you sobbed. "Yes, please! Right there!"

He watched your pretty face contort in pleasure, loving how soft you felt pressed against him, and how you sounded moaning from the lips he'd been kissing all night.

"Nuh-uh," he huffed in your ear, leaning down to nip at your lobe. "S'not God that's doin' this, pretty. Who's really makin' you feel good?"

"Zoro!" you moaned, a pitiful whine following after. "H-How are you so good at this?"

He grinned, becoming cocky at seeing you lose your mind on his dick.

"You tell me," he teasingly ordered. "How good am I?"

SMACK!

The sharp sound of his hand connecting with your ass cheek made you let out a harsh groan of pleasure, your pussy clenching around him.

"So good!" you gasped, the sensations too much.

Feeling you tighten around him, Zoro let out a harsh grunt, fighting off the moan ready to leave his lips.

"Christ... body's so fuckin' perfect," he groaned, kneading one of your tits in his calloused hand as he sped up, hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. "Look at you... so damn pretty."

"Oh, Zoro! I can't!" you moaned, bottom lip quivering at the coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter. "I can't...Z-Zoro, m'gunna! M'gunna—!"

"You gonna, gonna what?" he chuckled. "You wanna cum for me again?"

You pathetically nodded, forcing his grin even wider.

"So greedy..."

But so was he.

He would fuck you all night if he could, but he was reaching his limit same as you.

"Cum for me, (y/n)," he ordered, huskily, as he leaned down to your ear, slamming into you harder and you frantically rubbed your clit. "I'm close, too. Rub that little pussy and fuckin' give it to me, baby!"

It doesn't take long for him to blow his load inside of you, flooding you with cum that dripped down your thighs.

His moans of pleasure triggered you, causing your pussy to quiver and flutter around him as you came.

A moan of his name and a few swears left your lips as you rode it out, coating his cock in your sticky juices.

Turning around, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you in a tender moment of bliss.

Pressing his lips against yours, his hand came up to cup your cheek, the embrace feeling like nothing short of a goodbye.

When your highs finally subsided, Zoro gently pulled out of you, making your pussy spurt out his cum.

The sight nearly made him hard all over again.

'Fuuuuck...'

"Sorry," you groggily apologized, already half asleep as you laid down, your half-lidded, (e/c) eyes still sparkling in the moonlight.

Amused by your fucked out state, he scooped you up, effortlessly, carrying you up to the head of the bed and placing you down among the pillows.

With a yawn, he climbed in with you, stomach faintly fluttering as you rested your head on his chest, nuzzling tightly into his side.

"M'gonna miss you, Zoro," you softly said into the quiet, dimly lit room, "...A lot"

Carefully, he rested his hand on your back, his thumb drawing mindless circles into your skin.

As much as he loved this—your company, your touch, you—he knew that come morning, he would still have to leave.

He had a dream, and an obligation to the family he called his crew.

He couldn't just abandon that.

His brows furrowed, a look of determination settling on his face.

But that didn't mean he couldn't make you a promise.

"I'll come back for you," he stated, plainly, without a doubt in his mind. "When I'm the Greatest Swordsman... and when Luffy's King of the Pirates... I'll come back for you. And I'll take you out to sea, and show you all the places you read about in your books."

Looking up at him, your sleepy eyes sparkled with a glimmer of hope, nearly turning him into a puddle.

"Really?" you asked, adorably.

With a nod, he pecked a soft kiss on your hairline, before leaning back into the pillows.

"Really."

BONUS!!

"Oi, Chuki!" Zoro called as he walked through the ruins, knapsack thrown over his shoulder. "Come out here! I gotta talk to you about somethin'!"

The swordsman had left his room in the wee hours of the morning, managing to wiggle out your grasp and clean himself up before placing a tender goodbye kiss on your forehead, leaving you to sleep.

The previous night introduced some new feelings to him, and if he was going to get a lick of sleep out at sea, he needed to take care of one final thing.

"C'mon! It's about (y/n)!"

At the sound of your name, the large humandrill immediately showed himself, jumping out from behind a stone column with a loud whoop, which sounded eerily like what's wrong.

"With me gone... and with Hawk-Eye on his trips for the Navy... (y/n)'s gonna be on this island all by herself," Zoro started, brows cinched together, seriously.

This was the only thing that was going to quell his worries.

"I don't know what's gonna happen in the next few years, but if any pirates, or even the World Government, come stickin' their noses around this place... you send them flyin', you understand?"

Using the handle of his sword, he pointed toward the castle, where you slept peacefully, safe and secure.

"No one goes near her. No one even makes it to the castle. You fight like your goddamn life depends on it, alright? 'Cause it does."

Surprised, the monkey swallowed thickly, especially when the swordsman's eye landed on him with the harshest glare he had ever seen.

Even harsher than Mihawk's.

"I come back here and find out that she got hurt on your watch... you, and all of your monkey pals, are finished... Understand?"

Frantic, and terrified, Chuki chittered in agreement, rigidly saluting the man for confirmation.

With a proud grin, Zoro nodded, continuing on his trek to the shore as he waved to the baboon, along with the hundred others fearfully watching from the trees.

"Good... I'll see you guys around."

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Id love to see u do nsfw alphabet

NSFW ALPHABET TIME!! WAHOO!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

after sex i think hes really gentle with you tbh, he seems like he would be really sweet, cleaning you up and cuddling you after you're done, telling you how good you did.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part is probably his arms. he likes how perfectly you fit in them!! he swears you're just the cutest thing when you're wrapped up in his arms. his favorite body part of yours is probably your chest, doesn't matter what gender you are, the man loves tits. your tits the most!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

is it criminal to say i think he would be into creampies? am i projecting? maybe. i think seeing his cum just pump back out of you does something insane to him and makes him absolutely feral.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

hes like unbelievably needy, and has an insane sex drive. that man can barely go a day without jerking off to you or fucking you, and there is NOTHING that can stop him from doing so. you aren't in the mood? its okay! he'll just hump your leg. anything works for him as long as he gets to feel good!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

decently experienced imo. not like hes had an insane amount of sex, but just enough to the point where he knows just how to make you feel good. he knows what hes doing, i feel like especially when hes eating you out, he knows exactly how to make you feel AMAZING while hes down in between your thighs.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

i feel like hes a sucker for doggy style. but also, i feel like he really likes to see your face when you fuck, so missionary is a big hit with him aswell. hear me out on this aswell, 69-ing with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

little bit of both imo. like hes not too serious when hes fucking you, but hes also not too goofy when hes doing it. maybe a bit more serious because he's so focused on making you feel good while u fuck.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i feel like hes decently groomed, not too hairy down there. i feel like his pubes match more with his beard color than his hair color (why is that so hot?) so theyre a bit more ginger-y the way his beard is.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i feel like hes quite intimate with you when you're fucking, i feel like most of the time hes quite doting about your needs. he's typically praising you about how well you're doing and how good you make him feel.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i feel like he jerks off to you alot (as i said) but even more when hes away from you. like when hes away from you for a while on tour, you'll get atleast 4 videos a week of him jerking off to you, telling you how much he misses you and how hard hes gonna fuck you as soon as he gets back.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i feel like he has a thing for nipple play, idk why exactly. doesn't matter if its him playing with your tits or you playing with his, he absolutely loves it either way. he just can't get enough of the pleasure it brings him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

i feel like he likes more intimate and private spaces, but at the same time he'll totally do it somewhere like backstage in his dressing room after a show. depends on how much he needs you and how riled up he is in the moment.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you. you get him going. it doesnt matter what you do, literally your presence will turn him on. he loves you so much he just needs you constantly! theres no saving him, hes head over heels

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he may be a freak, but i dont think he'd be into piss. just doesn't seem like his thing. bodily fulids (beside cum, hear me out maybe a bit of blood but that might be too freaky) turn him off i feel like.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he LOVES giving you head but he also loves when you give him head. he eats you out soooo well, his tongue is perfectly skillful while hes doing so. he makes you cum so effortlessly when hes eating you out, its absolutely mind blowing. i also think he enjoys guiding you when you give him head, telling you exactly how he wants it and telling you how well you're doing.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

little bit o' both, depends if hes domming or subbing imo. dom!joost seems a bit more rough and hard to me, and sub!joost seems like hes fast but gentle, just because hes so needy for you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he likes quickies when he needs you quickly, but i feel like he really likes to have real, slow, intimate sex with you when he can. i think he likes the connection of it better.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he seems like the type to try anything once, and if he likes it he'll beg you to do it every time yall fuck. like the first time you pegged him, oh god he couldn't stop asking when you'd do it again, he just cant get enough.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

depends on how pent up he is. i feel like he cums like many times, and alot. he lasts a while unless hes needy, and edging him is an amazing experience. you can really see how needy he can get when you edge him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

if you own toys, he'll use them. he doesn't strike me as the type to have many, maybe like a fleshlight for when he has to leave you for a while. i can totally see him using a vibrator on you, and vice versa on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i feel like he does like to tease you, especially when he's subby. he gives me occasional brat vibes, just because sometimes he enjoys a hard punishment from you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's loud. he moans, he whimpers, he whines, the whole nine yards. don't even get me started on the ways he praises you when you're fucking.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i feel like he likes subbing a bit more than he likes domming. he likes to be comforted, and alot of the time he also likes being overstimulated. subspace for him is the perfect place for that to happen.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i feel like he's a solid 7.5 inches (19 cm for my international readers). his dick has a bit of girth to it, but it's not unbelievably thick. it's like, the perfect dick. there's no other way to describe it exactly.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive is so high. as i've said, he's constantly horny. he'll either jerk off to you or fuck you whenever he can, he just needs you constantly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he's zonked out as soon as you're done. like, as soon as hes done with aftercare, hes out like a light. (preferably cuddling you)

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gosh this took forever.. hope yall like :D

i am NOT proofreading this. any errors are my fault

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[sunnie-angel]

Sunnie I've been inundated with thoughts of wuh luh wuh!!!! How do you think childhood bff femjay would react to reader inviting her over for a sleepover (aka, the thing they haven't done together since they were young, before Jay's death). I'm thinking about the fact that Jay's got a crazy suppressed crush on her best friend and she doesn't know if she can handle r braiding Jay's hair or painting her nails, close and gentle and so much softer than Jay is 🩷

as you should!!!! the jay todd wlw brainrot is here to stay and sanne you are cooking up something sooo delicious with this idea

you invite jay over and before you've even got the sentence out she's nodding her head and agreeing, asking what time to come over and if she should bring her own pillow. because it means everything's back to normal if you want to resume all your old traditions together right? that you're ready to trust her with your vulnerable sleeping form, the soft huffs of your slumbering breaths, the rise and fall of your--. oh. oh this is not gonna be the same at all.

you order takeout and its jay's favourite, her order exactly. you didn't even have to ask because you already know.....wait does this mean the two of you have a regular order? a regular order to a regular restaurant that you know by heart? jay's trying really, really hard not to choke on her lo mein but its hard when she's coming to the catastrophic realization that not only do you know her well, you've incorporated her little quirks into your life so effortlessly.

you put on a movie -- one the two of you have seen so many times before but it makes you laugh so jay really doesn't mind -- settle yourself on the couch beside her and start to braid her hair. and it should be fine right? you've done it so many times for her, before and after resurrecting. you even braid her hair semi-regularly if she's hanging out with you before patrol, so this should be no big deal. wrong. usually, you're not wearing your pyjamas with the stretched out neckline slipping off your shoulders and giving jay an eyeful of more.....intimate sights. you're not usually adding in hair oils and leave in conditioner that smells oh so good and just like you. you're not finishing the ends of her braids with soft satin scrunchies in a shade of red jay's sure you didn't own before tonight. you don't usually spend long minutes after you're done running your nails lightly over her scalp until she's a melted puddle on the couch. then its her turn and her large scarred hands feel so clumsy running a brush through your hair but you don't run away screaming when she encounters the first knot so she'll call it a win. jay's so giddy at the chance to bury her hands in your hair and just play.

she hardly dares breathe when you nestle in beside her, pulling the throw blanket over you both. your arms are circling her waist gently keeping her close and jay doesn't think that even clark could peel her away because your head is resting on her shoulder and your bare thighs in their tiny shorts are pressed up against hers. every time you laugh, jay can feel your breath on her collarbones, the way shake against her ribs. jay couldn't tell you a single thing that happened during the entire movie if you asked her. no, she was too wrapped up in you using her as a pillow, trusting her to keep you close.

the credits roll and you blink up at her blearily, face too close for her to concentrate on anything you're actually saying. she comes to her sense when you start talking about which side of the bed she wants to take, if its still the same as it used to be. like yes you two used to share a bed as kids but she'd just kinda assumed she'd be taking the couch??? and you're laughing at her telling her not to be so silly, you've shared sooo many times before this time won't be any different. she's laying stiff as a board in bed trying desperately not to touch or encroach too far but you're snuggling up to her again, adjusting her strong arms to fold around you just so, so that you have one to pillow your head. this is a sleepover though right? you can't just go straight t obed you have to gossip first. and you're sorry you didn't pick up any magazines for topics but jay remembers how to do girl talk right? so who's jay crushing on, hmmm? somebody you both know?

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Winter Activities - Christmas Tree

Logan Howlett • She/Her Pronouns • Mutant!Reader [Speak to Animals/Mind Reader for Animals] • Getting a Christmas tree with Scrooge aka Logan • SFW

A/N: Gonna do a few of these as a Christmas gift to yall. Short n sweet

“Where are you going with that?” Logan questions Y/N as she walks through the mansion with an axe. ��Are you reenacting The Shinning?”

“No, I have been tasked to get the tree this year” Y/N smiles proudly, which faltered when Logan gave her a confused expression. “What? Think I can’t handle it?”

“Nah I’m not saying that at all…Just how are you going to get the tree back?”

“I think you forget who I’m friends with” Y/N laughs with a smile making her way to the garage with Logan still following. “If you want to come, you can”

“Don’t want the damn thing falling on you after you cut it”

“Such little faith in me, Howlett” Y/N tsks, setting the axe in the bed of the truck before climbing into the drivers seat.

The drive was quiet, except for Logan occasionally messing with the radio and Y/N humming along to whatever he played. The man desperately tried to skip as many Christmas songs as he could.

“Okay, Scrooge. Just one song” Y/N smacks his hand away from messing with the radio and switching the channel that was playing Last Christmas by Wham!

As the song continued, a smile grew on Y/N’s face hearing Logan hum along to it while watching the scenery go by.

Eventually they reached a spot where it was allowed to cut down the trees. Y/N walked through the forest, axe in hand and Logan following behind her tensing when he heard strange noises in the woods.

“Let’s hurry it up”

“Are you serious?” Y/N scoffs. “Can’t rush the process”

“That ain’t it. There’s something around here stalking us” Logan frowns, his claws extending and before he could even react on the anxiety, he felt Y/N’s hand on his shoulder. Making him tense but also relax when suddenly a bear came through the tree line.

The man with claws has an attitude The bear growls out toward Y/N who only laughed at its words.

“He means well, Blue. You just scared him” Y/N smiles handing off the axe to Logan so she could approach the bear giving it head scratches which in return the bear gave satisfied grumble.

“Forgot you’re practically a Disney princess” Logan leaned the axe against his shoulder watching Y/N continue to pet the bear as she gave him a side eye glance with a smile. “Alright. You going to find a tree or what?”

That question only brought a smile to her features, something he always takes to memory when he sees. He watches the bear turn away from them both and start heading into a certain direction that had Y/N following. Of course the bear knows a good tree.

After finding said tree finally, Y/N was going to cut it down when Logan decided to take care of it. She watches him carefully with a smile while leaning against the bear.

Is this the grumpy one?

“Yeah”

The grumpy one you fancy? The bear roars out at Y/N as she nods with a smile. Is he stupid?

“No! Why would you say that?” Y/N scoffs playfully, earning an annoyed look from the bear.

It’s either he or you, that is the idiot The bear grunts as it scratches the back of its ear with its back foot. He is oblivious to your pheromones. But he is also very obvious with his own…toward you the bear growls loud which caught Logan’s attention instantly.

“The hell the bear saying?”

Y/N didn’t know whether to believe the bear of not but with the thoughts racing in the bear’s mind. She knew it was telling the truth.

“That we owe it a fish for helping us get this great tree”

There was a weird awkwardness that grew after the bear straight up told Y/N what it was thinking and granted she can read animals’ thoughts. Kinda wish she could read Logan’s to see if it’s true on his end. But she’ll manage somewhat…

Returning to the mansion with the tree was met with a lot of joy from everyone who was waiting for the day the tree came. To decorate and smell the fresh pine in the mansion for weeks. As Ororo and Scott handled getting the boxes of decorations while Jean helped the smaller students hang stuff on the tree once the lights were on, Y/N sat on the small stairs to the entrance watching it all unfold with a smile.

From by the tree Rogue watches Logan slowly approach Y/N which prompted her to whisper something to Gambit as he quickly grabbed Kurt. All this unknown to the two.

“You picked a good one” Logan comments leaning against the pillar as Y/N looks up with a smile.

“The bear did”

“Right” He huffs, a hint of a smile gracing his lips as he shifts to sit down beside her. “Still. You picked a good one”

Y/N gave him a soft smile while turning her attention back to the tree with a thought slowly popping up in her mind.

“Logan…?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Why did you wanna come with me? The woods aren’t that scary to me and I would’ve been safe…”

Logan didn’t answer right away as he had to think carefully of his next words, but then Y/N gently rested her hand on his thigh which made all the anxious answers disappear in his head. The look she gave him felt one of longing and genuine curiosity that he didn’t hesitate anymore.

“I like spending as much time with you as I can” Logan whispers for only them to hear and before Y/N could say something to that, they both heard their Cajun friend clear his throat.

As both turned to Gambit, noticing a few more of their friends surrounding him. He points up to the ceiling with a satisfied smirk, making them both look up to Kurt hanging from the rafters but more importantly the mistletoe hanging off the tip of tail right above the two.

Few expecting some protest from at least Logan, they were all surprised when the Wolverine gently took a hold of Y/N’s chin directing her to look at him before pressing his lips softly against hers.

Once they parted the small crowd parted and even one yelled out a “finally” before returning to decorating the tree. Y/N lingered close to Logan for a bit, as she then rested her head on his shoulder as they continued to watch the lives in the mansion continue to decorate.

“I like you too”

Logan looks at her for a second before smiling amused to himself. He gently kisses the top of her before joining her in watching their people enjoy decorating for the holiday.

This year being more enjoyable already

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if you could write anything with lee! curly that would be amazing!! maybe with Anya or Daisuke as a ler? no pressure of course

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Why not both? 🤔 also thought I'd combine the other ask that's at the bottom 🙏

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Mouthwashing tickle fic

Lee: Curly Ler: Ayan and Daisuke

so tonight's board game night was going... just great, to say the least. Swansea and Jimmy had already gone to bed. not wanting to put with what they had seemingly predicted what would happen.

"i rolled a two so I moved two spots forward!" Daisuke exclaimed, his eyes locked on an annoyed looking Anya. "no! i saw you move three steps, you cheater!" Anya argued back. between the two was Curly, the poor man being stuck between the twos bickering. "guys, please..." Curly sighed. "Curly! you saw me move two spots, right?" "no! i saw you move three!" it was going to be a long night...

"guys, come on, i didn't see anyone doing anything. can't we just play... peacefully for once...?" curly asked with a nervous smile. he had been watching the two argue like this for the past half an hour since the game started. he knew it would've went like this when he agreed to play with the two...

Anya and Daisuke turned to look at Curly. "Captain! you're not even gonna defend me?" Daisuke exclaimed. "there's nothing to defend, you cheated!" Anya snapped back. Curly sighed. "anyway, its my turn..." Curly picked up the dice and rolled, he got a six, so he moved six spots forward. "oh, i won..." Curly released. a smile spreading onto his face.

"what?! that's not- how??" Daisuke sat up in disbelief. Anya also sat up in disbelief. Curly chuckled a little. "uh, i rolled a six...?" he explained. "you couldn't have! you were more that six stops away from the end!" "yeah! you couldn't have won!" the two younger crewmates argued. Curly chuckled again. "sorry Guys, maybe instead of arguing, maybe focus on getting better at the game." Curly shrugged with a little smugness in his tone.

Anya and Daisuke looked at each other, then back at the man between them. "really?" Curly blinked, thinking he had actually upset them. he opened his mouth to say something, but Anya cut him off. "you wanna know what i think?" Anya asked. "I think you cheated, don't you Daisuke?" "oh, definitely!" Curly could hear the almost playfulness in their tones.

"G-Guys, i didn't cheat!" Curly tried to explain. "you both know I-" Curly was cut off when he felt a poke on his side. the culprit? Daisuke. Curly jumped, turning to Daisuke, who ad the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "Daisuke, what-" but curly was cut off yet again when Anya pounced. instantly attacking his sides. Daisuke joining in almost instantly. Curly yelped. "G-Guhuhuys! wahahit!" Curly couldn't help but giggle.

"why? this is exactly what you deserve, you cheater!" Anya exclaimed, a smug grin on her face as her blunt nails raked up and down Curly's sides. Daisuke was no better, his fingers squeezing just before Curly's hips. "Yeah, sorry cap. but she's right!" Daisuke chuckled. Curly tried to curl up on himself. but with Anya attacking from the front and Daisuke from behind, he couldn't escape.

"hey, Anya! what about here?" Daisuke spoke up. his hands instantly attacking Curly's ribs, wiggling right between them and all. Curly let out a shriek, his body twisting this way and that way to escape Daisuke's tickling fingers. "Dahahahaisuke! plehehease! wahaHAHIT-!" Anya chuckled. "sensitive captain? or should i say... cheater?" she asked with a sub grin. her own fingers now digging in just right into his sides.

Curly had lost it now, a small flush growing on his face. "STOHOHP CALLING MEHEHEHE THAHAT!" "see? he's turning red because he knows he's guilty!" Daisuke exclaimed with a sharp squeeze to Curly's ribs, making curly let out an embarrassingly loud yelp. he slid down, now laying against Daisuke slightly, trapping him. "GUHUYS, COHOHOME OHON! IHIHI DIDN'T CHEHEHEHEAT!" Curly cackled "that's something a cheater would say..." Anya retorted back.

"come on, Captain. just admit it and we'll let you go! simple!" the two stopped, Anya raising an eyebrow. "well, captain? you going to admit defeat?" she teased. Curly panted, trying to regain his Barings even though the two were yet to let him go. "noho! it's not my fault you two are so terrible at the game..!"

Curly knew he was cooked the moment those words left his lips. he watched as Anya's expression darkened, even Daisuke grew nervous. it's a look he knew all too well. without a word, Anya dug right into Curly's tummy, scribbling all over it in a flash with those long nails of hers.

Curly practically screamed. "ANYA! AHAHAHANYA!" "yeah! get him Anya!" Daisuke cheered on from behind Curly. Curly didn't try to hold back his squirming anymore. Daisuke trying to hold him. "what was it you said?" Anya asked, despite the look on her face, there was a playful undertone to her words as she continued her attack.

Curly was rolling. Daisuke wanted in on the action too, adding his own touch of hip squeezes. Curly desperately tried to push the two off him, but in his weak state he couldn't. "GUHUHUYS, PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHM SOHOHOHORRY!" "oh now you're sorry, huh?" Anya teased. both her and Daisuke wore shit eating grins.

"IHI AHAHAM! IHIHI AHAHAHAHAM!" Curly cackled. his face and ears had turned all red. even tears of laughter started to brim in his eyes. Anya saw this and finally decided to take pity on Curly, Daisuke following right after. "oh fine..." Curly panted heavily, trying to recover from that intense attack.

"you okay, Cap?" Daisuke tilted his head down at Curly. Curly sat up, running his fingers through his blonde locks. "heh... i think so, yeah... that was insane..." he panted. "and for the record, I didn't cheat..." "oh, we know." Anya piped up. Curly looked at her and blinked. "what?" "yeah, we were just messing with ya!" Daisuke chuckled.

Curly went quiet for a moment. Anya and Daisuke looked at each other. "uh, Captain?" "Curly?" Curly glared at the two, but you could see the playfulness behind his eyes. "i hope you two can run fast..." Anya and Daisuke looked at each other once more, their faces paled with realization.

Daisuke was the first to jump up and run. "Anya, run!" he squealed and ran off. Anya looked back at Curly, the blonde man smirked before pouncing. Anya squealed, just missing him. she ran off in the same direction Daisuke went. "Daisuke, wait!" "hey! get back here!" Curly ran after the two. determination in his gaze and a playful smirk on his face.

Yippee! loved writing this one too! Anya and Daisuke as a team are awesome! @estelle-skully

[to-the-stars8]

Home For the Holidays

Jason Todd & Dick Grayson & Tim Drake All Chapters Ao3

A/N: Just a little Christmas story for the holidays I thought I would post. I don't know if I'll finish it before Christmas or at all, but we will definitely see how it goes! Sorry if the characters are a little OOC, I just wanted to try something new--tho I did try to stick with the og characteristics as much as I could. Also, I'm kind of keeping it sort of to the original timeline, which is why it's set in the 90s.

Jason, Tim, and Dick are stuck in the middle of who-knows-where with little to no money and only five days til Christmas. Not to mention, tensions are high between them, so they have to come together to figure out a way to get home.

December 20, 1992, Reno, NV

Last Christmas was playing on the radio in the motel room as Jason took a drag off a cigarette while he watched Tim try a kickflip for the third time in a row. The plastic lawn chair he was sitting on was rocking back and forth on its feeble legs. He could hear Dick arguing with Bruce on the guest room phone inside, and it was getting heated. Eventually, the conversation ended with Dick calling Bruce a shit father and slamming the phone down. Tim must have heard it from his spot in the parking lot by the way he gave Jason a questioning look but didn’t say anything. 

A few minutes later, Dick stepped out of the room. He sucked in a fresh breath of Reno air before exhaling slowly. It was something he had been doing lately to try and calm down, but, this time, it didn’t seem to be working. 

Taking another drag of his cigarette, he offered it to Dick who declined it with a slight wave of his hand. Jason raised his eyebrows in an ‘you’re loss’ gesture before asking, “What did our dear old Dad say?”

By the sour look on Dick’s face, it hadn’t been anything good. “He’s on some mission and can’t come. He’ll try to get in contact with Alfred, but I doubt he will if it’s not urgent. He also bitched at me for not calling on a ‘secure’ line.”

Jason was all but surprised. Bruce picked and chose when he wanted to be a loving father. Flicking away the bud of his cigarette, he finally said, “This place is too expensive to stay at, even though it’s a fuckin’ dump.” 

“We’ll figure something out,” Dick said, trying to be calm. “I’d like to be home for Christmas. We should be home for the holidays.”

For some reason, that annoyed Jason and he snapped back, “And how are we gonna get there, Richard? Right now, I got thirty dollars to my name, and I would bet that thirty dollars that you got less. I doubt the kid has anything to offer other than piss-poor skateboarding skills.”

“I can hear you, asshole,” Tim shouted across the parking lot. 

Jason ignored him before saying slowly to Dick, “Just give up the Christmas idea.”

“Just because you and Bruce don’t like each other, doesn’t mean he doesn’t like us.”

Dick was sure Jason would have gotten up to hit him just by the look on his younger brother’s face. Standing suddenly, Jason glared down at Dick before turning on his heel to stalk off. Dick, feeling guilty, tried to call him back, but it was useless. With a huff, he retreated into the room. The door slammed shut behind Dick, making Tim jump. 

It had been like a cycle of arguing before coming to a truce since the end of the mission, and Tim had just started to wait until the next time they would blow up at each other. He couldn’t picture Jason keeping any kind of positive attitude of any kind, and Dick didn’t really have the sort of temper that could tolerate anything but happiness and complacency. At the end of it all, it left Tim annoyed, Jason stomping off, and Dick trying not to blow up. 

With a sigh, Tim went to do another kickflip.

[ikyoudreamofme]

Please.. PT2

A/N: So many of my fics are in a hospital or at a party this is out of hand. Go read part one

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Flashes of blue and red light up the street as paramedics rush through the doors. Your head lies in Chris’ lap. Silence. The music has stopped, people silently leaving. All that could be heard was the paramedics telling Chris that he has to move so they can help you.

The paramedics put you on a stretcher putting you in the ambulance. Chris sits in the back with you as the ambulance rushes through traffic. He holds onto your hand rubbing his thumb across the back of it. The ambulance comes to a stop and the paramedics stand up open the doors.

Doctors speed over " Y/N L/N,19,possible overdose, intubated on arrival." One paramedic shouts before leaving you with the doctors, "sir you're gonna have to wait in the waiting area the nurse can show you." A nurse walks up to him. "Is she okay, that's ill I need to kno-" Chris gets cut off by the nurse, "We will get someone to update you frequently please sit down."

Chris waits for what felt like decades before a doctor comes over. "Because your girlfriend has overdosed on drugs we need to know if it was intentional or not." He says another doctor stood beside him, obviously a psychiatrics doctor. He shakes his head "I really don't know, is she okay?" Chris isn't in the right mind to correct the doctor who called you his girlfriend in fact he was gonna ask you to be his girl a few days ago but you ignored his asks to meet up. the doctor nods, "Yes she is okay, she's on medicine right now, you can go and see her but she has restraints on her wrists because he could be a threat you or herself."

"okay.." Chris replies walking towards your room. He walks in head down as he plays with his hands, he looks up meeting your hooded eyes. Chris rushes over a wave off relief goes through him, that you're okay. "Chris why are you here?" you whisper your voice hoarse and croaky. Chris looks down at you and speaks "you think I'd leave my girl, I care about you ma." you sigh blinking letting tears fall. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" you cry into his arms "Its okay, I'm here y/n you need to talk to me when you're feeling like this." Chris runs his fingers through your hair. You nod in his embrace.

"Y/n the doctors need to know if it was intentional." Chris looks at you with a pleading look holding onto your hands as two doctors stand near the back of the room. All you can do is nod, Chris sighs looking back at the doctors.

2 months later

Today was your last day in the mental health ward, Chris, your friends and family had visited you over the weeks but Chris saw you more. He was picking you up in an hour and you were so excited you sorted out all your things before having one last therapy session before they move to one every other week. "Its your last day how are you feeling?" your therapist asked you to which you smile. " I feel good, I've learnt to talk to someone if I'm struggling and I know who those people are."

You're in the car Chris' hand on your thigh as he drives through traffic, "I'm happy you're better y/n" Chris breaks the silence, you look at him smiling. Chris drove you back to his walking you to his room. On his desk lay a box of chocolates your favorite a card and a bouquet of flowers. You look up at Chris your jaw slightly slack, he nods his head to the card. The card read 'I'm so proud of how far you've came y/n . Will you be my girlfriend?'

you look up from the card walking over to Chris wrapping your arms around his neck hugging him. "yes! Yes I'll be your girlfriend!" You say loudly moving your head back to kiss him, he reciprocates kissing you back placing his hands on your waist.

[airimafuyu]

🎡 Wonderlands x Showtime's Affect On Eachother: An Analysis(? idk) 🎡

The thought of WxS never meeting eachother makes me so sick. Cough Cough this is from twitter but I will proceed to post on tumblr because. Smiles. Let's all learn on how WxS would've been if they all never met! With Poor Explanations

Tsukasa Tenma 🌟

Tsukasa probably wouldn't have taken steps to stardom, maybe his absolute selfishness would have not improved at all? Nor remember what he was TRULY aiming for? Maybe there could've been another way, but nobody knows. But how he acted in main story definitely wasn't gonna get him anywhere.. If he didn't agree to doing shows with Emu then, he wouldn't be where he is right now.

Sure, he would pass auditions and do shows in other places, but again, he wouldn't remember why he was going to be a star, and still be the same as he was in the main story. Tsukasa wouldn't realize that the Wonder Stage would absolutely help him in the future... and had no idea this would make so much beautiful memories.

Emu Otori 🍬

With Emu, the wonder stage would probably have gone boom already, with Phennyland also getting its "improvements". She probably would've been so saddened by it, having her dead Grandpa's place be changed like this, she SWEARED to protect it :( WxS literally were the ones to help her out when she was feeling down and confused on what to do over the possible change of Phennyland. They planned out the amazing show in Wonder Magical Showtime to save Phennyland, and they did!

And so on, Emu had gotten herself friends that she would always love and do shows with. And she is thankful for everything they've done for her, for the stage, for the park.

Nene Kusanagi 🤖

Nene has changed A WHOLE LOT. She's probably a bit shy still, but she has improved on her anxiety and trauma so much. That show in middle school she forgot the lines to affected her so much she had almost given up her dream of being an actress. Tsukasa yelling at her made it all WORSE. Using a robot to perform because she didn't want to face her audience after the incident, but it just made things worse. She didn't want to do perform ever again; But after getting reassurance from Tsukasa, maybe she could take a step forward.

Actually, from the support of everyone including WxS she was able to overcome her fear, and improve from her trauma, slowly getting more confident as time passed, and improving on her singing skills too, as seen in Canary. It's also thanks to WxS she improved.

Rui & Nene's Friendship 🎈🤖

If it wasn't for them, where else would she be right now? Where else *her and Rui* could be? Would they also have fixed their friendship if it wasn't for WxS? Short answer: Probably not. Actual answer: Since in middle school they were so distanced, it was obvious that they probably wouldn't speak on High School either. Rui did talk to Nene when he found WxS for the first time, but would they talk again after Nene messed up another show? The chances are low, because Rui would still be "doing shows alone" like how he said in Middle School. And yet, Nene still wouldn't find a way to help him.

So yes, if it wasn't for WxS, Rui and Nene wouldn't have closed the distance on their friendship. Nene would have been hopeless, just playing games as she used to say and Rui still alone, still being seen as a weirdo.

(ik he's still considered a "weirdo" but. you know what i mean.)

Rui Kamishiro 🎈

Do NOT get me started on this one. Rui said it himself, that WxS is his treasure. WxS literally changed his entire life, but mentioned by him, it is especially Tsukasa that "gave him the opportunity to change", since Tsukasa was the one to get him back in the troupe and in Wonder Halloween, even brought back his confidence to make shows his own way; Between so many other things. But both Emu and Nene have certainly given him a reason, too, and you all should never forget that. Rui treasures ALL of them dearly.

If he didn't join WxS, or atleast didn't join back, he would still be doing shows all alone. Maybe he would still be like how he used to be in Middle School. All alone. And in that case he wouldn't have so many other friends other than wxs like how he has them currently.

And there's a chance he would never have been scouted for Arcland? Well if someone there finds him doing shows maybe yeah prooobably but hey. Who knows?? But other than that he definitely wouldn't have healed if he didn't meet WxS.

Conclusion:

If WxS didn't meet eachother, they all probably wouldn't be where they are right now; The futures of the members wouldn't have been as much bright, and some specific members' mental health (such as Nene & Rui) probably wouldn't have improved much.

"But Asteroid yk they can find another ways right???" I am aware, BUT. As I said, Tsukasa would need to remember why he was truly a star and not be so selfish in specific occassions.

Emu,, well nothing much happening with her except for the fact one of the things that are most important to her was turned into something else, very much saddened by it, also some people probably wouldn't help her much with that fact.

Nene as I mentioned never reaching her dream due to her trauma surrounding her.

And Rui still doing shows alone, no one stopping by to see them, like always. Yeah someone actually kind could go and reach out to him but however that would turn out, I doubt that would do much of a change for him. PERCHANCE.

Yeah. WxS definitely changed eachother for the better and all of them wouldn't be more thankful. They are eachother's light of the darkness they were all once in.

The end. Long live wxs 🎡

[whentherewerebicycles]

the baby is seven months old today and I am, as you might have gathered, obsessed with him. he is possibly the mellowest child on the planet. he wakes up beaming at me every morning and is like hey mom what are we doing today. I could say hey kid we are going to climb everest with no shoes on and he would be like sounds chill mom should we start before or after my nap? he is game for literally whatever. every month has been more fun than the last but this month has been especially joyful because he has discovered his baby sense of humor. certain faces, noises, and dance routines make him laugh uproariously and then he looks at you expectantly, already half grinning like are you gonna tell that hilarious joke again mom???? are you???? he has his more challenging days like any baby but I think that part of what distresses him on a fussy day is that he’s not happier like um hello??? I’m a happy little guy what is even happening to me??? he’s not at his cuddliest right now (there are so many toys to play with and dogs to reach for in this house he does not have TIME to be snuggled mother) but he still rolls over and tucks himself into my side and falls asleep clinging to me in the big bed for his last nap most days. he spends a lot of time in his crib singing to himself and practicing his new consonants (he is working on buh, muh, and possibly puh, and of course continuing to perfect various g sounds). he often hoots and hollers very loudly but then sometimes he will sing his songs to you in the softest, gentlest little baby voice you ever heard, like do you like this? what do you think of this one? he can sit up unassisted for about thirty seconds before he forgets how to balance and topples over. his favorite toys are giraffe friend (who lives in the car), elephant friend (he chews industriously on its trunk any chance he gets), and Obnoxious Piano Toy (he lives for its unbearable little songs). when Piano Toy’s songs play he starts unconsciously kicking his right leg in rhythm and then a few seconds later his left leg gets in on the action like the song is taking him over limb by limb (you can’t stop the beat!!!). he is deeply interested in and passionate about foods of all kinds except for his bitterest enemy arugula. every time he encounters a new texture in the world he gets this expression of totally absorbed focus on his face like a scientist encountering a specimen of a newly discovered genus, and then he must scritch-scratch at it for minutes at a time until he feels he understands it. and then he must CHOMP it!!! he knows his favorite people (my mom, my sister, aunt liz and uncle alex, his sitter) and will now give them hugs and chomp-kisses. he also definitely seems to have figured out that people find his hugs and chomp-kisses adorable so he gets a sly little look on his face before he does it like heh heh I’m about to blow your mind with how cute I can be. he is as bald as an egg and IMPOSSIBLY LONG how can AN INFANT be SO TALL!!!! he has a big round noggin and a squishy little square face and fat little baby hands and the chonkiest baby feet you’ve ever seen in your life and chunky little bow legs that he likes to kick kick kick as hard as he can in the bath. he is the best little baby and the biggest goober and he is mine he is mine he is my little kid!!!!!!!!!!

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Brain goes brrrrrr (well mine and @fruityfirehose 's brains - she had the initial thought - I'm just running with it!)

What if we have this seemingly 'cute and happy' moment where tommy is teaching Buck Maui Thai in the loft (my money is on them being in the space between the sitting room and dining table!) - he hits Buck - accidentally (I don't like the guy but I don't think he's evil in that way!) and Buck sits down and uses his camera to check the injury -Tommy is holding back because he did just hurt him (hence the poses in the stills!)

Buck calls Eddie, who comes to help with his medical expertise and assesses Bucks injury.

It gives us several callbacks and parallels to draw on!

I've already pointed out the white hoodie - and the fact Buck is sitting in a chair (I assume the same chair) as in 517 when Taylors betrayal begins - Tommy is in a similar enough position to Taylors as well (we don't get the same camera angles as the stills but you can see what I mean!)

We also get an interesting call back to both their first kiss and more importantly the basketball game - hence the shiner on his face! Tommy is in red/black - like he was for their first kiss in 704 and his shirt is sleeveless like his basketball hoodie was - both have had the sleeves cut off.

This would be interesting as a set up for Bucks arc and the hurdles, baggage, issues - whatever you want to call it at this point! Tommy injuring Buck would call back to Buck hurting Eddie - and play into Bucks tendency to react to difficult situations with anger/aggression - hurting people unintentionally in the process- which also ties into the Gerrard situation from 801 when Buck saved him but injured him in the process.

We also have a callback to 504 (how appropriate after last week!) and 'Ice goes on the eye bud' and maybe an implied reference to 'maybe you don't know [Maddie} like he does' - the injury is in the same-ish place. This would be especially good as the implication that Eddie knows Buck better than Tommy does is just perfectly set up

Buck not dealing with things well when they are not going his way - turning to aggression in some form (the law suit was an act of aggression - just not physical aggression) is an interesting flaw of Bucks that he really hasn't dealt with and really is one that he does need to actively work on and 'fix'. Its one of the parts of Buck that is some baggage he's carrying that he needs to address, and what additionally interesting about it is that if Tommy does (accidentally) hit Buck whilst teaching him Maui Thai, it plays into the theory that Tommy (as the plot device that he is) is an alt version of Buck - there to reflect/ highlight Bucks issues - the ones he needs to work on!