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[ariestrxsh]

sub!virgin!matt x neighbor!reader

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 content warning: smut, angst, jealousy, mommy kink, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, matt cums in his pants

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: after finding out that matt's ex, may, is in town, you become overwhelmed with jealousy, and you make him go down on you to get his mind off of her while his dad is downstairs

sorry that it takes me three months to write one fucking chapter 💔

dividers by @/anitalenia

Me & U

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

"You did what?" You asked Matt, standing in his bedroom after he'd just broken the news to you that May's in town, and he had gone to breakfast with her while you were stuck at work, stocking butt plugs and dildos. You shot him a glare, letting him know you weren't happy with him talking with his ex, much less meeting up with her.

"It's not a big deal. We both just needed closure," Matt shrugged, avoiding eye contact with you. "You needed closure?" You scoffed at his comment. What in the hell would he need closure with May for when he had you?

"Couples who break up don't need closure. Closure means you still care about someone and are trying to keep them in your life. Plus, you guys don't need to sit down and talk about it over fuckin' french toast! Sounds like something that could've been done over text."

Deep down, Matt knew that there was a little bit of truth to what you were saying. However, May was the one who blindsided him by showing up in his new town and making him feel obligated to go to breakfast with her.

What he didn't want to tell you is that she had begged for him back, cried in his arms after he'd told her he had a new girlfriend, and stuck him with the bill when she stormed out in the middle of the meal.

"Look. I didn't invite her here. I didn't want to go, but she sprung this on me," he explained, raising his hands in a defensive gesture.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You crossed your arms over your chest, tightening your jaw. "I didn't know she was going to come out here until she texted me today, telling me she was in town. This is the soonest I could tell you unless you wanted me to do it over text while you were at work," Matt quietly replied, replaying the morning in his head.

You were silent for a moment, caught somewhere in the middle between wanting to ask how the meeting went and not wanting to know in case anything happened that would hurt your feelings.

"Did you tell her how good I fucked you the other night?" You inquired, raising an eyebrow as you took a step closer to him. His blue eyes flicked up to meet yours. "No.. I wouldn't tell her that kind of thing. It would upset her," Matt sternly said. That's kind of the point, you thought to yourself.

You could see the hurt in his face. You hated seeing him like this, especially over another girl. Jealousy welled up inside of you, begging for some kind of outlet. Out of nowhere, you kicked off your shoes and started undoing the button on your shorts.

"W-what are you doing?" Matt asked, looking at you wide-eyed while he watched you undress. "Helping you get over her," you casually said. "I thought you were mad at me. What is actually happening right now?" He asked, furrowing his brow but unable to take his stare off of you.

"I'm going to make you forget all about her," you responded, removing your oversized t-shirt and slipping out of your lacy underwear, tossing both carelessly on Matt's bedroom floor along with the rest of your clothes.

Matt's confused expression slowly transformed into a lustful gaze as you climbed onto his bed, laid on your back, and slowly spread open your legs. His eyes danced across your breasts and your pretty pink hole.

"My dad's downstairs.." Matt started to say, worrying that the two of you would be caught if he gave into you right now. "Then you better hope he doesn't hear us, hmm?" You replied, a smile forming on your lips as you began to rub your clit in circles.

He watched you, intrigued by what you were going to do next. Blood rushed to his cock, and it twitched to life as you let out a few soft moans. "Why don't you be a good boy and come lick it?" You gazed into his eyes, spreading your lower lips open with your two fingers to show him you were dripping with arousal.

Matt gave you a needy look and nodded, "Yes, mommy." He slowly nestled himself between your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses along the inside of each one. He teased you for a few more minutes, grazing your skin with his soft lips and his warm breath drifting over your cunt.

It wasn't long before he made direct contact with your clit, his tongue flickering over it and sending waves of desire through you. He tenderly latched onto your sensitive bundle of nerves, gently suckling as you let out a few oohs and aahs.

His tongue worked tirelessly, manipulating your delicate folds and trying to elicit as many sounds from you as he could. "Such a good boy. Mommy's so proud of how well you eat pussy," you quietly praised him, running your fingers through his hair.

He hummed against your clit, delivering ripples of pleasure through you as he delighted in your sweet words. "You sure you've never done this before?" You wondered aloud, impressed by the fact that he matched the exact technique and pressure you liked without needing any direction.

He glanced up at you for half a second, shook his head, and diverted his eyes again, growing shy from having you watch him. His cheeks grew red, and his palms started to sweat, but his tongue never faltered.

Matt wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, but he'd been dreaming of burying his head between your legs from the moment he met you, and his enthusiasm about doing it was enough to have you humping his face.

"Look at me, pretty boy," you whispered, tugging on his locks of brown, and Matt's blue eyes obediently met yours as he whimpered against your sweet spot once more. "That's it. Lick it faster," you directed him, lifting your hips and grinding against Matt's skillful tongue he eagerly explored you.

With your free hand, you gripped the sheets beneath you as his perfect lips alternated between kissing and sucking on your clit. "It's hard for you to think about May when my pussy's in your mouth, isn't it?" You cooed, pushing Matt's head down until his tongue was penetrating your cunt. "Mhmm," Matt moaned and nodded while he pleased you.

Matt's hard cock starting aching while you spoke to him, and he started rutting his erection into the mattress beneath him to chase away the pressure that was building. "Good boy. The only thing you're going to think about for the rest of the day is being between my thighs. Got it?" You cooed.

"Yes, mommy," he murmured against your heat. You threw your head back and let your eyes fall shut while you relished in the velvety sensation of Matt's lips. You felt the knot in your stomach forming, threatening to snap any moment. "You're making mommy so close," you squealed, smiling and biting down on your lip.

"Who's a good boy?" You sweetly asked Matt as you peered back down at his glazed over eyes and pussydrunk expression. You felt yourself starting to relinquish control to the incredible release that started to wash over you. Your legs started to shake and close down around Matt's ears as you gripped his hair a bit more tightly with one hand and the blanket beneath you in the other.

He continued grinding against the bedding, coming undone with you as you were rolling your hips forward, riding your orgasm out to the very end. "Oh, Matthew," you whined, finishing all over his tongue while Matt finished in his jeans, delightfully moaning against your clit.

You let out a final sigh, leaning back onto Matt's pillow while you recovered from the intense feeling, but you held Matt in place with your thighs wrapped around his head. "You're my boyfriend now. And I don't want you talking to May unless it's to tell her how good I taste or how hard you cum when I ride you. Got it?" You glared down at him.

"That seems unfair. It was a three-year long rela-" Matt started to say, but you cut him off. "Matthew, what did I say?" You asked in a stern voice, tightening your grip around his head with your strong thighs. "Yes, mommy," he obediently responded. "That's what I thought you said," you told him, loosening the headlock you held him in.

The corner of his lip turned up into a smirk, secretly loving the idea of you getting possessive over him like that. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but are you.. jealous?" Matt wondered, standing to his feet and wiping your arousal from his chin with the back of his hand.

"I don't get jealous," you lied, rolling your eyes. "Sure, you don't. You don't get jealous, and I don't cum in my pants just from eating you out," Matt teased, peering down at the wet spot on the front of his jeans.

"Shut the fuck up," you playfully smiled at him. "It's a shame May never got to see you like this, hmm? See how easy you are to please?" You taunted him. He chuckled, picking your clothes up off the floor and tossing them onto the bed beside you.

"Even if we had ever done anything sexual, I don't think she could have ever made me cum that fast," Matt admitted, unbuttoning his pants to change out of them. You grinned in satisfaction at Matt's admission. "Good."

[eclipsedechoesofmywords]

For Joaquin maybe like a mr used to be a player x miss/mr/mx (and other non gender specific titles) never had a bf and its them navigating the relationship cuz readers going to be all niave and unsure and hes just going to be a know it all reassurance king. (If any of that makes sense 😭)

"Who He Was"

[Joaquin Torres x gn!reader]

Masterlist

Summary: Navigating your first relationship was daunting enough without his history, but Joaquin was determined to prove his heart belonged to you, one patient, achingly sincere moment at a time.

Warnings: Fluff, light angst (reader's insecurities), past relationship mentions.

Word Count: 762 words

"What’s going on in that mind of yours?"  

Joaquin's voice was a soft, warm rumble that cut through the silence on his couch. You froze, the half-eaten slice of pizza in your hand suddenly feeling like a lead weight. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, and you realised you'd been picking at the crust for five minutes straight. Again.  

"Nothing," you mumbled, eyes fixed on the TV where some action movie exploded soundlessly. You had begged to watch it, yet you hadn't absorbed a single scene.  

"C'mon." He tugged gently at your wrist until you were facing him. His dark eyes were too perceptive, too kind, and it made your throat tighten. "You've been quiet all night. Did I do something?"

"No!" The word came out too fast, too sharp. You winced. "No, you didn't. It's just… me."  

He hummed skeptical, and shifted closer. The scent of his cologne—something woodsy and unfairly calming—wrapped around you. "You were thinking about the thing Sam said earlier, weren't you?"  

 "Damn, Joaquin, when'd you turn into such a sap? Last year, you'd have bolted the second someone mentioned labels."   

Sam's teasing comment at dinner had been harmless, but it had lodged itself in your chest. Joaquin just laughed it off, his arm slung casually over your shoulders. But you spent the rest of the night wondering about his words.

"I mean…  did you? Bolt, I mean. When people wanted… more."  

He sighed, not annoyed but tired, like he'd been waiting for this conversation. "Yeah. I did. A lot." His free hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. "But that isn’t who I am anymore. With you."  

"But why?" The question slipped out, raw and shaky. "You could've had anyone. And I'm just… I don't know how to do any of this. I've never even—"  

"Hey." His voice was firm, cutting off your spiral. "Look at me." Reluctantly, you met his gaze. "You think I don't know that? That you are… new to this?" A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "You forgot I've known you since day one. You tripped over your own feet trying to ask me out for coffee."  

"I stumbled," you muttered, face heating. "There was a curb—"  

"And you turned soo red when I said yes." His smirk softened into something tender. "That's when I knew, okay? All those people before—it was just noise. Distraction. But you? You're real. You don't play games."  

Your chest ached. "But what if I mess up? What if I'm… boring? Or too clingy? Or—"  

Joaquin snorted. "You think I'll let you get away for being clingy? Please. I'll thrive." He leaned in until his forehead rested against yours. "And 'boring'? You once spent twenty minutes explaining which toppings belonged on pizza. You are the least boring person I've ever met."  

A laugh hiccuped out of you, despite yourself. "That was a debate, not an explanation—"  

"Semantics." His nose brushed yours playfully. "Point is, I’m not going anywhere. Unless you want me to. Then I'd have to stand dramatically in the rain until you took me back."  

"You're ridiculous."  

"But you’re smiling."  

You were. Against all odds, your cheeks hurt with it. Joaquin grinned, triumphant, before pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "I'm serious, though. Ask me anything. Right now."  

You hesitated. "…How many other people have you said this stuff to?"  

"None." No pause. No flinch. "I've never brought someone to Sam's dinners. Never let them steal my clothes." He plucked at the sleeve of his sweatshirt, the one you were drowning in. "Never wanted to."  

Your breath caught. "Oh."  

"Yeah. Oh." He rolled his eyes, but there was no bite. "You're stuck with me, okay? That other Joaquin is dead. Bury him."  

This time, your laugh was louder, brighter. Joaquin's answering smile was blinding, and the knot in your chest unravelled for the first time all night.  

Later, he paused when he walked you to your door. "Wait. I almost forgot." Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a crumpled receipt and a pen, scribbling something before pressing it into your hand.  

 One dramatic rain scene. Redeemable anytime.

You snorted. "You are such a dork."  

"Well, I'm your dork," he corrected, kissing you until the world narrowed to the warmth of his lips and the steady grip of his hands on your waist.  

(And if you taped the note to your fridge later, well. That was between you and the magnet collection he was slowly building for you, one stupid souvenir at a time.)  

[th3d0nutl0rd]

FINAL THOUGHTS ON GHOST 2025 BELOW THE CUT:

GHOULS + GHOULLETTES

He got handed a cowbell mid-song which reminded me of cowbell ghoul from meliora (my beloved </3)

Swiss army ghoul was feral.

He went absolutely bananas in the corner, especially whenever he was in the spotlight.

No Swissaurora moments, but he was still unhinged. As is tradition.

Aurora (my queen):

Danced with the new ghoulette- they had chemistry that was so nice since the new ghoulette seemed a bit shy.

No freaky Swiss antics this time :'( but still she was great and I loved watching her dance

New Ghoulette (aka Haze/Tempest maybe?):

I love her so much... She didn't dance much but when me and some other people stood up on the balcony and went for it so did she (and she maybe looked at us? I couldn't tell?)

Cirrus- She got her keytar mummy dust solo and was just oozing with confidence which was 🤤 she was doing little dances and interacting with the crowd quite a bit

Phantom WAS SO CUTE he's definitely gained a lot of confidence since last tour and did the whole holding the guitar over his head thing which was super cool. I loved his goofy tophat,, what a refined gentleman

Rain & Sodo were the same as always no changes and there WAS in fact a guitar battle leading into cirice

PAPA V !!!!

He ascended on a throne?? During ritual and wore his pretty princess dress. He looked absolutely majestic ‼️He might’ve done it during Ritual or Year Zero??? I was too busy ascending emotionally to be 1000% sure walking out of there😭

“Will you be gentle with me?”

Said this to the crowd during his FIRST EVER LIVE SHOW. The entire arena screamed “NOOOOOOO” without hesitation.

He had a few costume changes!!! He wore a cassock with a sort of waistcoat with a skeletal scorpion tail??? Which was cool!! And there was also I think a leather jacket with a black shirt and tight black jeans that had a big silver buckle on them,, he changed into a tailored suit with bat wings where the seams were all silver and glittery. His pretty princess robe was worn (of course) and then he also got a shiny silver suit jacket and a HOT PINK SPARKLY AFTER SHOW JACKET.

A lot of people are on the fence about if he's more like Copia or Terzo and I'm saying Terzo because he literally said "conclusively, I give you... Monsterance clock." The same way Terzo used to which made me tweak because I never thought I'd hear those words live again

STAGE DESIGN / VISUALS:

Opening Backdrop:

Looked like torn/shredded black curtains with white light either on it or coming from behind????

Then revealed a gothic crushed velvet backdrop with ghoul stands that had arches and skulls. Also giant floating grucifix.

Stage Platforms:

No longer standard black ones like impera now featured neo gothic arches and skulls which could've been sculptures or actual props between the arches on them???

Velvet set dropped, revealing the classic stained-glass church from previous eras. It depicted satan in the middle and figures on the side of naked men and women???

Stage Transformations:

BUT: The stained glass was on a digital screen, and the “stone arches” were inflatable!!! And later collapsed.

Iconography:

During Pinnacle to the Pit, the arches DEFLATED MID-SONG and were replaced with DIGITAL HELLFIRE.

At one point the stained-glass icons included Jesus and other figures I literally couldn't make out. Then Jesus flew away with fire shooting out of him like a rocket,,, I'm not even joking

Grucifix Prop:

Giant. Suspended. Moved up/down with lighting cues and song tone???

Lighting Highlights:

Spirit = glowing green

Mummy Dust = EVERYTHING WAS JUST GOLD. AND THE CANONS WENT OFF.

There was fire during year zero too.

Trippy kaleidoscope of teeth, skulls, bones, and Papa V.

Kiss the Go-Goat Visuals:

Monstrance Clock Visuals:

I think either the future is a foreign land or a different song (dance macabre?) had the seven inches colours dancing around on the grucifix like a psychedelic disco-y thing?!

FULL-ON VICTORIAN PORNOGRAPHIC ILLUSTRATIONS,,, Hidden inside each lyric letter projected onscreen. Depicted naked couples, group sex and all that jazz.

SETLIST (As Confirmed by a stranger with better memory than me)

1. Peacefield

2. Lachryma

3. Spirit

4. From the Pinnacle to the Pit

5. Majesty

6. The Future is a Foreign Land

7. Devil Church

8. Cirice

9. Darkness at the Heart of My Love

10. Satanized

11. Ritual

12. Umbra

13. Year Zero

14. He Is

15. Rats

16. Kiss the Go-Goat

17. Mummy Dust

18. Monstrance Clock

Encore:

Mary on a Cross

Dance Macabre

Square Hammer

[frog-sentimentalism]

nandor cannot be guillermo's boss because it's common knowledge he didn't even pay him, pass it on

[should1st4yz]

When has Jonathan ever been told he deserved something? There's a sting to the realization that it isn't something he hears very often - if not at all. As far as he's concerned, he's never really deserved much of anything, even that which he wants and needs. So pardon him, truly, as he chokes on his own tears - unable to really say anything past them because he'd thought the stream would be gone, not furthered.

He wants to hide his face. Needs terribly to coil onto himself and disappear from the shame of crying in front of anyone . He can hear Lonnie's voice in the back of his mind calling him a sissy. He's never listened to him, he won't start now, but it does leave that irk in him - makes him feel guilty. Enough to breathe and, in broken fractures, speak.

"Thank- thank you. Thank you."   He tries to meet Steve's gaze but it's fleeting, and he ends up looking just about everywhere else.   "It is. It is brave, Harrington, it is."   A sniffle, a breath, palm pushing up with desperation to wipe the tears off and anyway - stop them.  "You could've ... used this. Everything. As an excuse not to say it. As - an out."   He shakes his head, something between a smile and a wounded puppy's sob twists his face, eyes finally meeting and breath just a little better.   "You didn't. You're- even - even with everything, you're the first person that's ever said sorry to me."   Brows somehow furrow deeper.   "Ever."   He dips down into himself, almost too quick to grab composure by the throat. There's silence as he does it, grabs his shirt for a moment and pulls at its strings until he can breathe and speak properly, the only thing left behind being the redness of it all. Red nose, red cheeks, red eyes. Not the best look, but better, to him.   "I can't say forgive and forget or some stupid shit like that - don't - I dunno, I don't always believe in second chances, but."   He stands up, hand to shoulder for a second.   "Don't knock yourself too much. Straighten up, raise your head."   Nod.   "You might. Deserve one of those." 

Burn it did. A sting to a wounded soul that already felt so much damn guilt it was a miracle it hadn't taken Steve out by now. Hadn't dragged him down to the depts of hell. But. . . always a ' but ' with Jonathan. One where it shouldn't be. There should be no adding on to it, Steve should be reprimanded and scolded. Like smacking a dog on the snout for doing something wrong. Yet Jonathan treated him with such kind hands, even if metaphorically speaking. Until a palm found his knee. Such a small gesture. One that left Steve holding his breath in a way that ached.

"Brave. . ." Steve scoffed softly, but his expression was open, mellow. His shoulders slumping with the rest of his body, at that point. "It's what you deserve, man. Nothing brave about it." a mumble, a shrug of one shoulder. "I don't expect us to be best buds just cause I said sorry for shit. Just — I just. . . wanted it out there, I guess?"

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[falllpoutboy]

sydney's face. the way she turns away. i could write a whole essay and a half on that microcosm of a reaction

[camellcat]

I love spuffy as much as the next guy but ohhh my gawddd I really kinda wish it had been buffy wil and xand to finish the fight. they started it together, and while they've always had outside help, I just think it would've been so good if each of them had their own big important parts to play since this was the last we get to see of them

[smile-files]

guys. i need your opinion of this. because i'm genuinely so confused now

what time period is the professor layton series in?? the prequel trilogy and the main trilogy. when are they supposed to be taking place

i could've sworn one of the games (though i forget which) mentions that someone's been to the moon already which would put them at least in the late 60s into the 70s going by our world's timeline... but i don't know maybe space travel was discovered earlier in this universe???

[pidgeonlaguz]

howdy!! it's been a minute but i'm still around. fair warning-- i have been lurking the whole time and have about. 100+ posts drafted 😵‍ you'll be seeing these shortly, i'll try my best to space them out as i get around to tagging them

[batsplat]

“og 4 aliens very particular vibe in being ‘three distinct flavours of socially awkward loner and also valentino rossi’” LMAO I WAS JUST THINKING THIS!!!!!! That he has the funniest possible 3 foils in that era bc like���those three guys could not be less his vibe ~personality wise if they tried. And actually tbf I do think they WERE trying a lot of the time. Feeling very curious if you think there’s anything to the idea of how Marc was the first alien-era rival he had who was more on his level all around? Like early days Marc was kind of just 😀😀😀 all the time but I do think he can be v charming and is clearly extroverted as hell (tho like…notably also a loner but like…not by choice??). Like idk where im going w this but the contrast is interesting to me. IDK

to some extent! I'm not sure I'd necessarily call marc an extrovert, you can be charismatic and cheerful without being an extrovert - but also this is splitting hairs. the og four aliens are one guy who's on the 'roughly as extroverted as you can possibly get as a professional athlete' end of the spectrum and three guys who are on the 'roughly as introverted as you can possibly get as a professional athlete' end. now, tbh, I don't think valentino massively minded this. he's extroverted but crucially he's also got enough charm going for him that he could get his rivals to chat with him if he was so inclined. he had an increasingly friendly relationship with dani, there's real genuine warmth in how both of them talk about each other - ultimately dani might have been quite sullen and withdrawn in general, especially in his early years, but he got on well with valentino. casey and valentino had perfectly decent interpersonal chemistry, they got on well, and tbh they were still warm with each in-person long past the point where that relationship had rhetorically soured. with jorge... I mean, okay, no chemistry there, but that was also very much valentino's choice. I do not fundamentally doubt valentino's ability to charm twenty year old jorge lorenzo. I think just because they were DIFFERENT characters, that doesn't necessarily mean they weren't valentino's *type* personality-wise, like he does seem to be happy enough to be the chatty one who draws them out of their shells in that scenario. unless competitive necessity requires otherwise!! but as marc discovered, somewhat higher levels of extroversion does not protect you if that's the case

I will say I know you do put alien-era as a caveat, but it is still important to point out that marc is very much not the first valentino rival who doesn't fall in the introverted loner camp. valentino had a rival who matched his vibe!! who he had a real proper off-track friendship with, who he went on holidays with, who he had a warm relationship with for substantially longer than the marc/valentino honeymoon lasted. I think you can see the early marc era as a bit of a return to the friendlier vibes of the early noughties, but crucially it is a return. the early noughties was the last gasp before the sport came to be completely dominated by a bunch of young prodigies who had been moulded into perfect athletes and had less chance to grow into people outside of the sport - valentino is already part of that camp in everything but temperament, cf the contrast with biaggi. in the early noughties, he was surrounded by a bunch of older riders who varied dramatically in disposition... biaggi was the guy everyone had issues with, capirossi was always fond of valentino, kr jr he got on well with, he played a mentoring role for in hayden's rookie season... and of course, most importantly, the friendship with sete - now there's an obscenely friendly rivalry right until the very moment when it isn't. 2013-14 is a bit of a return to that more congenial climate, but at the end of the day that lot were still less likely to socialise than riders were back in the day. they just didn't have the time lol

so yeah, I mean. valentino clearly did take to marc on a personal level, and marc is definitely closer to valentino on the introversion/extroversion spectrum than the three other aliens are. though that is also... not difficult. there is something quite funny about how 2006-07 went from valentino's pov. the engine regs changed, valentino literally blinked and suddenly all his opps were toddlers. went from goofing off with capirossi on the sepang 2006 podium to running a daycare centre overnight. and marc is part of that! it's also a massive change in that suddenly, valentino was surrounded by rivals who had been influenced by watching him ride as they grew up and were all really, really, really weird about him. marc with his little bike collection, jorge with his dabbling in pseudoscientific schools of psychology, casey and his championship-winning shirt, dani... well, tbf, I do actually think dani was pretty normal about valentino - probably because he'd known him the longest. had gotten drunk with valentino in the days when the bloke was just an idol and not a god. which is an underrated reason why the dani/valentino relationship never got so weird imo, one that goes beyond competitive calculus - dani was the most capable of interacting with valentino as just another guy. with all three of marc/jorge/casey, that idolisation dynamic does contribute significantly to the interpersonal turmoil

but that's a topic for another day! in conclusion, marc defo the dispositionally cheeriest foil of the alien lot, albeit somewhat by default, and WAS part of the reason why motogp got a bit of a mood lift in that 2013-14 period after what had just been a dire few years vibes-wise. mediocre racing, devastation caused by the financial crisis, tragedy... motogp was feeling quite lifeless in 2011-12 in particular, and those years do have a bit of a drab energy to them. in that sense, what followed was a bit of a reversion to the mean until the vibes completely went off the cliff. have they ever recovered? who can say

[moongothic]

You know I realize I forgot to mention this before in the Crocodile Power Level Speculation Post/Ask (btw I did go back to edit it so it's actually legible and has a point now lmao)

I really wanna know if Croc has any new tricks with his hook

Like in Alabasta the dude had a poison hook under his regular hook, which was also hiding a tiny blade beneath it as well. This is all fine and dandy, absolutely iconic etc etc

And then we never see him reuse either feature again.

Now to be fair, the only other time we could've seen Crocodile use them would've been in Marineford, but the dude just escaped from prison. Although people are quick to meme about the Marines being 'kind enough' to let Crocodile keep his gigantic fucking hook in prison-- If we're being realistic here, they probably let him keep the base of the hook simply because without a hand any shackle would just slide off his wrist and fall off. Of course he wouldn't still be able to escape or anything since he'd still have the Seastone cuff on his right, but if they wanted to keep him properly shackled then letting him keep even just the hook base would just be the easiest option for the Marines.

It's the fact that the Marines went out of their way to retrieve his missing hook attachment and gave it back to him that's a bit wild

But let's keep in mind that Luffy did break the poison hook back in Alabasta. Even if the Marines let Croc keep the hook attachment, I find it extremely unlikely they would've gone out of their way to fix/replaced the poison hook when the guy's going to jail anyways. If anything it'd make far more sense if they got rid of whatever poison might've still been left in the base and confiscated the blade. Like there's an argument to be made for the Marines letting Crocodile keep his hook due to disability reasons, but the poison and the purely stabby weapon? Not so much

So really, it's very likely the reason Crocodile never used his other weapons in Marineford might've just been that he literally didn't have them on him at the time, just the basic hook

But hey, it's been two whole whooping years. That would be plenty of time for him to replace the broken hook and blade and get some new poison into the hook base too while he's at it

Or

Are there any new weapons Crocodile could've gotten inserted into his hook base that he could whip out

Like just because he could get a new poison hook it doesn't mean he has to get a poison hook, same for the blade as well, right

To be fair, dude feels very old fashioned so I'm not expecting any Inspector Gadget kinda tech from him. Like I don't think Crocodile's knowledgeable about stuff like that himself, at least not enough to install any technically advanced weaponry into the hook on his own, and IDK if he'd trust his hook with anyone to "upgrade it" either for an extended period of time either

But could you imagine if Croc had gotten access to a busted ass Pacifista and stole a laser and had it built into his hook base. He just pulls of the hook and starts blasting people with the laser. How fucking funny would that be. Franky eat your heart out

[daandyli0n]

had some thoughts about the MCI kids again. when am i Not, though.

but like. as much as i think the "William lured and then murdered all five of them together" idea is interesting, i don't. think it's canonical. in the games at least.

like. in Fnaf 1, we had the whole "Two kids were seen with a guy in a mascot costume" thing. why were only Those Two noted as being missing at this point if all of them went missing at the same time? did the cameras not catch the other three? how?

we don't really know, 100%, which two kids it was, but we almost know for Certain that Susie wasn't one of them. (we only see her getting lured off on her own, not with anyone else. if she Were lured with someone else, we're never told or shown that). and we Know that, after her at some point, two were lured together. and i believe it was one of two options:

Fritz and Gabriel

or, Gabriel and Jeremy

why not the Fredbear MCI Kid? (whoever you believe them to be; from this point onwards, i'll just call them Fredbear) well that's simple:

i think there's something about Fredbear that makes them different somehow. that their death was separate.

even in "Give Gifts, Give Life," Fredbear only shows up after you finish putting the heads on the other four...who've already been in the room. but not Fredbear. an implication of Fredbear's death having been different from the others. somehow, they were separate from everyone else...why only show up after everyone else has been "Given Life?" why show up afterwards if you were a part of their group?

unless of course...there's a reason Freadbear seems to be viewed as separate from the other MCI kids. a reason why we seem to be shown that they're different.

something something "Five children are now linked to the incident at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

(@that-darn-clown if you wanna see my Ramblings)

[euclydya]

sometimes cloudy headbutts me or nuzzles into my side like the cat-person she is and it takes me a few seconds to Process what the fuck is going on and without fail every time i start fuckign crying in-sys. like what the fuck??? after eevrything?????????? ma'am im going to sob thanks