#oh also i’m looking (dis)respectfully

[dreamertrilogys]

gansey for ze blorbo bingo...

@venka asked “um. GANSEY!”

okay i see great minds think alike. obviously

he’s EVERYTHING to MEEEEE. is the thing

[rosesareredrosa]

Quick Realizations

Mattheo Riddle x fem reader

Summary: Mattheo Riddle has always known everything about everyone—except his own feelings. When a playful conversation turns into an unexpected confession, Mattheo realises he might like you more than just as a friend.

w/c: 1287

a/n: send in requests pls I have no clue what to write about

To no one's surprise, Mattheo knows almost everything.

For example, he knows that he's your best friend.

He knows that you prefer studying by the Black Lake rather than in the library, that you secretly adore Herbology even though you complain about the dirt, and that you like sneaking out after curfew just to wander the castle halls at night. He also knows that Pansy has been in a better mood since Draco complimented her new potion-brewed perfume, and that Theo's been practicing his wandwork more than usual because he's been trying to impress a certain Ravenclaw in Charms class.

Simply put, Mattheo knows everything about everyone.

"And then what did she do?" He leans back against the stone bench, casually tossing a stray pebble into the lake, watching as the water ripples outward.

"We just talked afterward," you shrug, watching as a pair of first years try to coax the Giant Squid to the surface. "It was nice catching up with her; it's been a while."

"I bet. She's a nightmare," Mattheo chuckles, popping a chocolate frog into his mouth as he speaks. He chews thoughtfully for a moment before glancing over at you with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Oh!" Your eyes brighten as you recall something, turning to face him.

You can't help but burst into laughter when you see his face, but you quickly compose yourself, keeping your smile in check. "She also said the funniest thing—she said that she thought you had feelings for me!"

His eyes widen in surprise, his jaw dropping ever so slightly. "That's ridiculous."

"I know, right?" You snicker, adjusting your scarf as a cold breeze sweeps across the grounds. He joins you in laughter, the idea of liking you as more than a friend clearly absurd to him.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

But as your laughter dies down, his smile falters.

"Theo, what do I do?!"

His roommate sits at a desk in the Slytherin common room, poring over a detailed Quidditch strategy diagram. His brows are furrowed in concentration as he plans out moves for the upcoming match against Gryffindor.

"Just tell her."

"I’ll hex you into next week."

"If it’s between you being a miserable pain in my arse and getting hexed, I’ll take the hex, mate," Theo mutters, not bothering to look up from his plans.

Mattheo raises an eyebrow. "Why are you so sure you’re going to get hexed?"

"Because I’m associated with you," Theo replies dryly, finally glancing up from his Quidditch strategy with a smirk. "Help me out first, and then curse me later. C'mon, don't be stingy."

"I literally already gave you advice, just tell her how you feel."

"One small problem with that."

"What now?"

"I—" Mattheo opens and closes his mouth, struggling to find the right words. He eventually settles on giving Theo an innocent smile. "Well, I actually don't know if I like her like that? It was an in-the-moment realization kind of thing, but now I'm just confused—"

Theo lets out an exasperated sigh, tossing his quill aside and turning fully to face Mattheo. "Are you serious?" He glares at Mattheo, disbelief etched across his face. "She can’t even brew a simple potion without asking for your help, and you’re practically useless in class if you can’t sit next to her! You two have the most ridiculous relationship I’ve ever seen!"

Mattheo crosses his arms, frowning. Theo sighs again, rubbing his temples. "...Respectfully, of course."

"Talk rubbish about her again and I'll jinx you into a toad. I'm serious."

"That’s literally my point."

"That doesn’t mean you get to be mean! Take it back!"

Theo bites back a retort, narrowing his eyes at his friend. "For someone who’s so observant," he says slowly, "you know nothing."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Mattheo’s eyes narrow, suddenly on the defensive.

"Well," Theo shrugs nonchalantly, "I’ve noticed that Comrac McLaggen has been showing a lot of interest in her lately. He might even confess soon, who knows? Maybe even today."

Mattheo stares at Theo, completely stunned by the revelation. His mind races as he processes his friend’s words; Theo can practically see the exact moment the realization dawns on him. Like a flash, Mattheo jumps to his feet.

"Theo, I’ve got to go! Good luck with the Quidditch match!"

"Gryffindor's not going to know what hit them."

But before he can finish, Mattheo is already out the door.

The key to your dorm unlocks itself, and right on time, Mattheo bursts through the door, slightly out of breath, his hair messier than usual from the wind.

"What’s this—?" You barely get the words out before Mattheo grabs your shoulders, his eyes wide as he searches yours for a moment before blurting out, "I like you."

You blink, taken aback by his sudden confession, but he doesn’t give you time to respond before he continues.

"I was going back and forth with Theo, and honestly, he messed with my head a bit, but I’ve come to a decision, and I know I like you. So don’t even think about dating Comrac, he’s a decent bloke and all, but he’s not right for you. And besides, if you dated him, you'd have to deal with his mates, and that sounds like a nightmare."

You knew who Comrac was, but you stay silent to let him continue speaking. Mattheo was always the more talkative one between the two of you (he’s also the one with the warmer smile, which is funny because his hands feel like ice against your sweater).

His hands move from your shoulders to your arms, and he swallows nervously. "I’m usually not this anxious around you, y'know," he admits, words tumbling out in a rush, "normally I feel at ease talking to you, but right now I feel like I’m going to pass out."

"Did you run here from the common room?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, Mattheo!" You soften instantly, placing your hand on his cheek. He leans into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as he sighs in relief. You frown at his recklessness, "You know how much running through the castle exhausts you. Why didn’t you just use the Floo network?"

"I just really wanted to see you." He pouts, opening his eyes to look at you with a vulnerability that makes your heart melt. "Like I said, Theo really messed with my head."

"I’m going to jinx him."

"Please do."

"And Mattheo?"

"Hm?"

It’s really sweet, actually—how he’s forgotten about his whole reason for coming here. But you can’t blame him too much; he’s just dashed through half the castle after battling his own nerves, and every hero deserves a reward for their courage. Especially Mattheo, who more than deserves a happy ending, and you couldn’t be more thrilled to give one to him.

"I like you too, by the way. Theo may be a little meddlesome, but he’s got great intuition; I was actually about to head to your dorm to tell you."

He gasps. "But running exhausts you!"

You smile sheepishly. "I guess I just really wanted to see you."

His jaw drops for the tenth time that day, and he pulls you into a tight hug, burying his head into your neck, murmuring against your shoulder. "I love you, I love you, I love—"

"I love you too." You smile because you do love him. He’s been your best friend since first year, your partner in crime through every adventure, the boy you admired before you even understood what admiration was. "Since you’re here, want to watch a movie? I’ve got that Muggle DVD player you’re always curious about."

"Absolutely!"

As he hums to himself, cutting up some Honeydukes sweets for your impromptu movie session.

[fandom-lover2]

Hope To Stay A While, Just Till The Rain Stops

Chapter Four - Pajama Parties Are More Fun When You're Invited

Word Count - 1865

-image not mine-

Chapter Three - This Is Why We Don't Have Knives At The Table

My eyes snapped open, my body jolting as something let off a loud bang.

What the hell was happening?

Then, it sounded like thunder, or something some form of stomping at least. And voices, angry voices. Loud, angry voices.

I rolled over, squinting at my digital clock on my desk.

2.05 am glared back at me in red.

I rolled over again, trying to get comfortable on my preferred side of sleeping.

Thunder again, and the voices were louder this time. Why was I cursed to live in a house of only men?

Screw this shit. I had an exam tomorrow.

Yanking my sheet off myself, I slipped out of bed and stormed to my bedroom door, yanking it open and marching towards the voices.

After Bruce had, without my consent, enrolled me into Gotham Academy, the pressure was on. Even under the guise of a visiting relative of Alfred’s, because I refused to be involved in the Gotham elite society, the expectation to achieve perfect grades and be involved in rich people sports was one I had to shoulder.

Etiquette Monday and Thursday, tennis on Tuesday, horse riding on Wednesday and Friday, archery Saturday. And I still needed to study, do homework and assignments, and attend parties to keep up appearances.

I was running on fumes and about 5 seconds away from running back to Central City. Now, I had to deal with this?!

Oh no. No no no no. I was getting another 4 hours of sleep, if I had to kill whoever the hell was screaming to get it.

The voices were getting louder and louder as I headed to the main floor, the kitchen specifically.

An odd place for a domestic screaming match but hey, this family was fucking weird.

I’m 80% sure Tim died last week, his combination of Red Bull and black coffee that he chugged in 30 seconds flat no doubt doing some damage.

Not to mention Damian, who was literally a little psychopath. I walked in on him waving around a sword last week. And not a fencing sword, a real ass Japanese sword.

Jason was never around, other than to sneak into the library or have screaming matches with Bruce when he was caught. He always looked like he was in deep physical pain, and avoided me like I had some disease. He would literally walk out of a room if I entered it.

And Dick, dude was just a mess. He was crying about an elephant the other day, and last month did a whole circus trapeze routine in the living room, using the chandelier.

And Bruce doesn’t even blink at any of it! He and Alfred act like this is normal!

Well, I was over this family thinking they were a functional system. It ended today, with a good night’s sleep.

If I wasn’t so fueled by the rage, the volume at which Bruce and Jason were yelling would have probably stopped me from entering the kitchen, but I was seeing red and nearing sleep deprivation.

“Can you all shut the fuck up!” I rounded the corner into the kitchen and froze.

Alfred, my father, Jason and Dick stood in the kitchen, Alfred and my oldest brother looking like they were trying to break something up before it turned physical.

Now, either I was too tired, or something was very wrong with my vision, because my father was dressed as Batman.

I looked at them, they looked at me. Tim and Damian stuck their heads around the other doorway at the opposite end of the kitchen, both dressed up in vigilant attire I’d seen Red Robin and Robin wore. Dick and Jason were also dressed, Nightwing and Red Hood respectfully.

Suddenly, everything made so much more sense. Bruce’s constant state of looking exhausted despite only ever working and then going to bed before me. Damian’s limp from two weeks ago, Tim falling out of bed and spraining his wrist, the gash Dick got on his forehead despite having two days off from work.

They were running around at night playing heroes.

I stared at them, and they stared back at me, each looking like I’d caught them with their hands in the cookie jar. Even Alfred seemed slightly alarmed, and the dude didn’t flinch at anything.

“I’m too tired for this shit. Go argue outside.” Spinning on my heels, I sped back to my bedroom and shut the door.

That whatever-the-hell-just-happened was tomorrow morning’s problem. Tonight, I was sleeping. Deeply, peacefully. Ignorantly.

Climbing back into bed, I pulled the cover over myself and closed my eyes. For someone who’s entire perception of their family just got flipped upside down, I managed to fall asleep pretty quickly.

When I awoke, it was to my alarm set on my phone.

For a while, I forgot what happened the previous night. I stumbled out of bed with a groan, stood somewhat straight in the shower, and managed to get my scratchy uniform on. And then, I opened my bedroom door and Damian was on the other side.

He eyed me up and down, arms crossed over his chest. “Father requests your presence at breakfast.”

“Well I’m not gonna miss it.” I mumbled back, shouldering past it.

It was as I tried to shove passed him and was met with an impressive amount of resistance for someone so small that I remembered what I’d seen last night. Who I had seen.

Oh my god, Bruce was Batman!

Mr Billionaire, life handed to him on a golden spoon, was the madman who dressed up in all black at night and ran around the city terrorizing Gotham’s criminals.

Why? What the hell even made him go down this path?

I turned around to look at my little brother.

The latest Robin, if the whispering around school was to be taken truthfully. So far considered the most violent of the masked crusader’s group.

Well, they got the violent part down.

But he was freaking 13 years old. Why the hell would Bruce let a 13 year old face armed murderers?

Shit, why the hell was Bruce letting a 13 year old stay up all night?

I thought he was just a distant parent, but this was straight up child endangerment.

Would I be arrested if it turned out I knew he was allowing Damian to do this? Would I be arrested for knowing he’d Batman and not handing him over?

Was what I saw even real?

Sleep deprivation could cause hallucinations.

Yeah, that’s all it was. A hallucination. This was all just some big misunderstanding. I was over tired, Bruce had dark pajamas, everyone had rainbow pajamas, Alfred was still just Alfred. All was good.

My summons for breakfast was just to wish me luck for my exam, or to tell me about an event that was coming up.

Nothing was wrong, my life was still normal-ish. Everything would be fine.

I made my way to the breakfast room, because yes this house was so big we had a room for eating breakfast and a room for dinner, and found Bruce seated at the head of the table.

He was reading a newspaper, Alfred seated beside him. To his left, Dick and Tim.

I was surprised to see that Jason was actually here. Had he stayed the night? Judging by the fact that he was not seated at the table but rather leaning against the wall and had his arms crossed, I guessed it wasn’t voluntary.

“Men.” I greeted, walking to take a seat next to Alfred, Damian following behind me and sitting next to Dick.

On my plate, a wonderful stack of vegan pancakes.

One of the few things Damian and I had in common, we were both vegan. Or, I tried to be as vegan as possible. At times, ice-cream and pizza were too strong to resist. You’d think it’d bring us closer together but nope, still got glared at for simply being alive.

My only sanctuary away from it was weeks at my mom’s, since they’d decided to have a one week, one week custody deal.

I hated weeks at Bruce’s for two reasons. One, Damian. Two, I had to wake up earlier cause it took forever to drive into the city from here. The apartment with Mom was so close to school I walked. At Bruce’s, I had to endure a 40 minute drive with Damian.

Bruce never took us, always having to leave either before or after. Sometimes Tim took us, or Dick. It was mostly Alfred, in the Rolls Royce.

Picking up my knife and fork, I prepared to dig in.

“Y/n,” Bruce tried to start, but I cut him off by pointing my knife at him. In hindsight, not the best idea considering who he was. My father or not, I didn’t doubt he’d kick my ass.

“Breakfast first.”

And I left no room for discussion as I cut into my pancakes and took a huge bite, and then another and another.

Everyone else followed my lead, silently beginning to eat their breakfast. Jason left his spot of brooding eventually and joined me, actually sitting beside me. This was the closest we’d ever been to one another.

I tried to not make too big a deal of that fact, keeping my eyes forward when they so desperately wanted to take in all his scars.

I guess now it made sense where they came from, but it didn’t make it right.

How young had he been when Bruce had let him loose on the streets? Had he even wanted to do it, or was he forced into this life?

Were any of them in it by choice?

I glanced over and Bruce and found him staring at me.

Yesterday, he’d look at me with a smile, and his eyes seemed warm. Now, there was no familiarity. There wasn’t even care.

Had these last 3 months all been fake? Did he love me at all? Was I here because he wanted me or because he wanted another sidekick?

“I won’t tell anyone.” I spoke, barely louder than a whisper.

Bruce didn’t say anything, didn’t blink. Just watched me, analyzed me. I almost jumped when he finally spoke.

“You have an exam to get to. We’ll discuss this tonight.”

And that seemed to be the magic words. Everyone stood up, all done with their breakfasts and ready to start the day.

I still had half my plate left and rushed to shovel it all in, charging to the garage when Alfred called that it was time to go.

I hopped in the back, beside Damian, and intended to get my textbook out for some last-minute studying before school, but the little shit spoke up.

“You tell anyone about us, make one tiny slip up or remark, and I will sever your voice box.”

For once, I actually understood the gravity behind the threat. It wasn’t just siblings bickering, it was a promise.

And given how Bruce had looked at me this morning, I doubted he’d do anything to stop it.

Nobody knew Batman’s identity. Nobody had ever figured it out.

Maybe there was a reason for that.

[voxisdaddy]

Fingers

(NSFW RAMBLING)

I’m not a Carmilla Simp, I’m so sorry but like I barely cared about her during my first watch of the series, but those hands? Compared to the little bitty witty fingers everyone else seems to have—or sharp and dangerous ass claws? Respectfully, and down very badly, I want her to finger me. That’s it, that’s the post.

Also LOOK at that cunty ass walk? Oh my god. And the hair down? YEEEESSSSS. I love her with her hair up, she be looking so powerful and it gives her a nice silhouette, but hair down Carmilla is just—mwah~!!💋

Oh and that little waist and the thick thighs/ass?? I’ve personally never got the full appeal of wanting a woman to sit on someone’s face but AJFJGLFHFGAPRIFHARDHAKFJSW—

Going feral like please Carmilla fucking suffocate me with your thighs! I wanna pop up in Heaven with one hell of a “how I died and got redeemed” story to tell the other angels I swear.

I’m a straight woman by the way. For her though? Pffft idc 😭💀

[kideaternomnom]

Also your ignoring that fact that Naoya Zenin was groomed as a child by the zenin clan.

'And conditioned to view himself as his father's successor and as a result, Naoya's arrogance grew to crazy levels even as a child. He looked down on all those he views as weaker than him, which is the vast majority of the people Naoya came across except Toji."

Bet if he wasn't around zenin he's be chill.

Also don't think he's touch mai she'd be less abrasive to ppl but no shes super gross and by that I mean shes a bully with nothing to show for her arrogance so when she died no one went...oh no. Ppl went.. and? Oh maki looks cool.. maybe if gege had given us more but I bet Mawi was probably cheering her bullys death. And momi always to to place mai in the victim speech light why she harassing new years...

So the infamous Mai hating anon who spammed my whole ass inbox finally stopped being anonymous.

Anon, respectfully, I don’t give two shits for Naoya. And I never will. He’s a piece of shit who abused Maki/Mai whether he was raised a certain way or not, with possible r*p3 implied. If you’re going to hate on HIS VICTIM whilst saying she wasn’t a victim and proceed to defend Naoya then respectfully get the fuck out of my inbox. I’m not in the mood for bs like this. Mai is a victim, that’s that. She was abused, belittled, whether YOU want to accept that or not. She was rude yes, but she was mad at her sister for valid reasons and she’s still a victim. Naoya’s a piece of shit and that’s that. Mai’s an example of an abuse victim which CAN represent real life scenarios even if fictional. So if you’re going to spew abuse apologism whilst defending the canon abuser please respectfully shut the hell up.

I don’t give a flying fuck if he was raised that way. It doesn’t justify his nasty actions and him being misogynistic. That’s like saying I shouldn’t hate Firelord Ozai from ATLA for trying to cause genocide just because he was raised that way. They’re still pieces of shits and that’s that.

So respectfully, thank you for the asks- but get the fucking hell out of my inbox with that abuse apologism and victim blaming.

[uncaught-coolfish]

Fuck it I guess I'll go first.

Why oh fucking WHY was the Ever After not the fucking AFTERLIFE!!!! Seriously, this would have been so perfect as a fucking arc not only for Ruby and her team encountering the people who had died along the way while helping them grow. Since you know when good ol' MKEK, aka. "We can't write for shit." did say Volume nine was about growth until they double baked for one of the most poorly written depictions of mental health ever. This was so bad that it made Thirteen Reasons Why look good! Yeah I went there!!!

The amount of missed opportunities that was there we could have seen Penny explaining to Ruby why she had to die in order for Winter to get the Maiden Powers proclaiming that it was more suited for her rather than herself.

Weiss reuniting with her grandfather and even standing up to her father again along with her antecedents and descendants that she is her own person now and reinforces it by showing Jacques why he was never worthy of holding up the Schnee title.

A final showdown between Blake and Adam with the inclusion of Spirit Sun (since in Before the Dawn, he said he saw visions of a tree. Pertaining to Yggdrasil which I am calling it that since in Volume nine it was only called the Tree and that was it.) with blake promising that she will try to make humans and faunus try to understand and come together in her own way if she must. While Sienna Khan and the other faunus murdered by humans or anti-faunus rights activists all place the future of the Faunus on both hers and Suns shoulders.

Yang learning from people from Taiyangs bloodline how to control her anger so much so that she even admits that she isnt perfect to Blake and tells her to find someone that will love her more than she. Alluding to Sun as he was there more for her than Yang was, which the two agree in a platonic manner.

Oh and the fact we could get to see a mix of Ancient Remnant peeps, Afterans and even mythological creatures (respectfully since they NEARLY shat the bucket there) Oh and the BIGGEST ONE OF THEM ALL .

RUBY MEETING SUMMER ROSE

Sweet Jesus even up the stakes a little by having their souls fall apart as they travel across the Ever-After in a Race Against Time Arc but at the same time we see their semblances Evolve and Grow against the main villain the Red Queen (Not the Red Prince since I like to think he is cared for by the Curious Cat) and the Curious Cat not being some stupid twist villain again but this time someone who was created by the God of Darkness as one of the only "good" creations he had seen. and at the end the Tree of Yggdrasil gives Ruby and Co.... the biggest question to be answered right in front of them.

A WAY TO BEAT SALEM

Like holy SWEET MOSES it is so easy to do a Journey through the Afterlife Arc while giving the characters more time to flesh out and help them grow.

Hot Take Assessment:

This is a really cool idea actually. Tbh I think what I would’ve done for the Ever After is keep the gang separated for longer than like. Half of the first episode.

Keep yang alone since she was the first to go down. Maybe have that connect to her backstory of being abandoned by Raven. Maybe have Blake & Ruby sticking with each other. Develop more of the bond that the two started to have in V8 bc that was really cute and I’m bummed it kind of went nowhere.

Keep Weiss alone and actually FOCUS ON HER AND DONT MAKE HER INTO COMIC RELIEF and how she deals with the fact that her entire home is just. gone. Also the fact that she was the last one standing after her friends presumably died around her.

The one thing I’d change from V8 here is that none of ORNJ falls. Not in a “Jaune gets too much screen time” way, but in a… it makes the cast less messy for this season, way.

And have Neo in the shadows chasing them around. Maybe even throw in some familiar faces, deceased or otherwise. Some purgatory like thing idk.

I might just make that a fic😧

TL;DR Ever After should’ve been a lot less Alice in Wonderland (because they somehow made wonderland boring :() and a lot more Avatar’s Swamp episode.

[darlin-djarin]

Its during season 2 when Din and Boba ask for Bo Katans help to rescue Grogu. She spends most of the scene being quite racist towards Boba Fett specifically targeting him because he is a clone.

Saying he's a disgrace to his armour, that he shouldnt be considered a Mandalorian, and calls his father "his donor" and says shes heard his voice thousands of times and thats why shes being hateful about his existence.

Its very uncomfortable to watch because shes white, being racist to a character played by a Maori man. But his helmet is on during he scene to make it look less racist.

Maybe its because im indigenous too, but the racism in that scene stood out a lot and it upsets me the show refuses to acknowledge it. (Id recommend a scene rewatch its really jarring to see compared to how they portray her this season)

oh oh my god

thank you for telling me, that scene went right past me. bo-katan’s racism is so… yikes. i know there’s general racism towards clones by a lot of people but the fact that bo-katan outwardly expressed it right to BOBA FETT’S FACE.

honestly tcw bo-katan seemed much more likeable just because her hatred and rage made her an interesting character. no hate to katee but live action bo-katan is so dulled down and her getting a THIRD CHANCE at the darksaber is getting so fucking boring like. just bc she’s a woman doesn’t erase her blatant racism and terrorism. ik it’s fun to joke about “god forbid women do anything” but like real talk here, bo-katan (in the live action at least) is getting more and more unlikeable. i don’t want to see any more of her. i’ve seen a lot of people saying that they hope she dies and frankly it’d do her better if she did. make her go out doing something honorable in parallel to her horrible past.

handing the show to bo-katan is such an awful take. i try to avoid controversy in the fandom but giving the “princess” role to a white woman who’s very much racist and has also expressed her hatred towards followers of the creed (calling din’s covert a cult when miss maam was literally part of the death watch) is so UGHH. like i love women but get this clown out of here. i tried liking her, i did. i actually really liked her in the clone wars and her characterization there was so interesting but putting her into the live action and doing her dirty just feels so wrong.

i’m sorry that scene was so jarring for you. i’m indigenous as well so i understand how you must feel about it. i’ll probably rewatch it soon just to remember what happened.

taking away the spotlight from a man of color just to give it to a racist white woman who’s lost the ONE thing giving her importance twice and then giving it back to her for a third time is just. like respectfully, i don’t think ANYONE wanted to see that. and people who are like “it’s good that din gets to be a side character! bo-katan deserves to be the princess she is!” are literally lying to themselves. favroni is systematically giving us bad content so our standards are lowered and we celebrate the smallest things even if they’re terrible. bo-katan being a princess is a boring idea and taking away din’s development into WHY he doesn’t want the saber is just bad storytelling.

i have so much more to talk about but i just KNOW people are gonna get mad 💀 sorry to hate on your fav but she is a racist white woman who plays no importance unless she has an object that she’s lost 2 times before.

[erasermist]

One Piece Live Action Season 1 Stream of Consciousness (Spoilers):

This will be a suuuuper long post and will literally be a random string of thoughts and will probably make no sense as a lot will be without context. Maybe just random lines that I enjoy and random gifs that just showcase the random points I like but enjoy

Episode 1

I love this. I love that they didn’t make it the exact same. And having watched the anime, it just makes the subtle hints amazing and when they mention something that wasn’t brought up till later *chefs kiss*. Like they showed Zoro being recruited by Baroque Works when they didn’t even mention that till they were in the grand line I think.

And all of the small hints to the characters like when you saw Cabaji in the scene before he was actually introduced. That’s one of my favorite types of foreshadowing.

Luffy supporting Koby’s dream will always be awesome. And Luffy comforting Koby after see the bad marines is so kind of him. I love him.

The casting is perfect. Luffy. Zoro. Nami.

Nami is me. Everything goes wrong “This is fine.”

OH MY GOD!! Buggy!!

Episode 2

Buggy is just a great performer!

This is gonna get repetitive I know, but they are all such amazing actors and actresses!!

“Cut you down to size.” 😂😂

SHANKS!!!

Episode 3

“Stupid clown” Zoro’s hate of Buggy is hilarious

Already the crew (“not a crew”) are supporting Luffy’s whims haha

“Fans have gotten so toxic” I love this characterization of Buggy

I’m liking how this is a little darker than the anime was. And I love how they are introducing bounty characters. It’s so cool!

Zoro gets thrown in the well 😂😂 And Koby popping up at the end like that was very cool. Love the music they play throughout everything. It’s really making the show better

Episode 4

Zoro is my favorite. He already was in the anime, but it’s definitely true for the live action as well 🥰

MURDER MANSION!!!

Zoro’s lack of direction sense has finally been shown!

The grandpa revel being much earlier in this version 😂😂😂

Episode 5

“You just call that guy grandpa?” Oh Zoro, just wait for it 😭😭 and then his “talk” with Luffy after the fight.

Luffy sniffing his way to the good!!

Omg! This Sanji has so much class and the immediate jokes the rest pull on Nami after he leaves 😂 I feel bad for those who haven’t watched the anime. They are gonna think Sanji is this slick cool character (and he is) but they are gonna realize he isn’t that… smooth. But look at him… I forgive him and support all his decisions

Mihawk is just so bored. “You woke me from my nap”

Koby is playing a much bigger part than I thought he was gonna. And standing up to Garp like that.

Mihawk “though I do like your hat” 😍 I love this man!

Episode 6

Luffy just wants Zoro to get better 😌

Poor baby Sanji screaming for the ship

And again with the foreshadowing with the story of Mont Blanc Noland

They really have changed the way this goes. Arming came to them and Don Krieg died by Mihawk earlier. Not too mad about it though. I think it flows better with the way they made the show. Like I said it’s a little darker and I’m liking it. It’s different but a good different.

Also yum! lookie! Very respectfully of course but still

And there Zoro is being a great first mate vowing to stand by Luffy’s side!!! Done differently but still so beautiful! Tears!!!

Zoro: “Why are we bringing the waiter?” Usopp: “Cause we can’t boil water” 😂😂 Zoro so much happened while you were asleep

Luffy just pulls out Buggy’s head for a bag!!

Episode 7

The chains in Nani’s map room… this is gonna be sad

Nami is trying so hard to mean all the mean things. I’m gonna cry just like when I watch the anime. I just know it.

Zoro’s constant side eye of Sanji is awesome and very in character

Oh lovely. I somehow didn’t realize I would have to watch all the sad things in another format. It didn’t really connect that

And Zoro being first mate again. That’s always gonna be my favorite thing. Even when it’s for sad moments

Nami’s screams… that was so real and heart wrenching and that “help me” scene was so on point. The one scene that was practically the same and it was the one that causes tears 🥲

Episode 8

The blood and chains and pain little Nami had to go through

“Finally I get to cut something” Zoro is so done with emotions 😂 he just wants to do what he does best

So I’ve thought this from the first time I watched Arlong, but why would he think a revolution started from the “weakest” sea have any traction. I get “plot” reasons, but still….

“Round Two, Arlong.” Yes Luffy! Go!

Buggy! That was so funny! I love this Buggy!!

And Zoro’s immediate response “Fucking clown” 😂😂😂😂 I love this so much y’all

Go Usopp!!! “No one’s around to see it. It’s okay. They’ll believe me” loved it the first time I saw it, love it now too.

Sanji gets kicked backwards and Zoro just casually walks out of the way and around him. I’m so glad they are still the same Zoro and Sanji as ever 😭

Sanji says that all the best fighters call out their finishing moves and Zoro immediately gets flashbacks to Luffy saying the exact same thing!!

The Garp and Luffy confrontation!!!

“Be a good Marine.” “Be a good Pirate.” Love them.

The barrel scene!!! Yes!!!

And the sneak peak at Smoker!!

I absolutely loved this!!! I need a full adaptation of the entire show and I need them to keep the same cast for them all!!

[antclan-blogs]

MOON 26

Chaffinchbounce retires. Sunleopard is named the new deputy of Antclan. Glademoss dislocated a joint.

This moon’s story under the cut!

“Slightstar, may I please speak with you?” Chaffinchbounce asked quietly, standing at the entrance to the leader’s den. The deputy shuffled his paws, seeming nervous.

“Of course.” Slightstar nodded, getting to her paws and stretching gracefully. Chaffinchbounce padded slowly into the den and sat down.

“I’m getting old.” He began with a breath. “I don’t think that I can manage the duties of being a warrior as well as I used to.”

Slightstar nodded, sensing where this may be going. “I see…” She mused.

“I wish to formally retire to the elders den.” Chaffinchbounce blurted out. Every word was a struggle—he loved being a warrior so much.

Slightstar gave her deputy a warm look. “That’s ok, Chaffinchbounce. You’ve served your clan better than any cat. You deserve a rest.”

Chaffinchbounce nodded in agreement. “I suppose you’ll have to pick a new deputy, then.” He mewed after a moment of silence, sounding a little wistful.

Slightstar let out a small purr. “Don’t worry. I have a cat in mind, though I’m not sure any could fill your pawprints.”

Later that day, Slightstar stood atop the high rock and looked down on her gathering clan. Chaffinchbounce stood in front of the crowd, shuffling his paws.

“I’ve called this clan meeting to celebrate the long and brilliant warriorship of my dear friend and trusted deputy, Chaffinchbounce. The time has come for him to retire.” Slightstar announced.

Not many cats looked surprised at this news; Chaffinchbounce was the oldest cat in the clan, and his retirement had been expected ever since the birth of his litter.

“Chaffinchbounce, is it your wish to give up the name of a warrior, and a deputy, and retire?” Slightstar asked, gazing down at the old grey tom.

Chaffinchbounce nodded. “It is.” He sighed, sounding saddened but certain.

“Very well. Chaffinchbounce, we welcome you as an elder, and Starclan honours your many moons of faithful service.” Slightstar declared, and the clan began to gather around the newly retired tom, chanting his name.

After the noise had died down, Slightstar was still sitting upon the rock—the meeting was not yet over.

“As you all know, Chaffinchbounce was the deputy of Antclan. Now that he has retired, I must pick a new one.” The leader told the cats below her.

“However, I will not take long to decide.” Slightstar continued. “There is a particular cat that I have had my eye on for some time. Sunleopard, please step forward.”

The ginger she-cat let out an audible gasp as all heads swivelled to face her. Practically trembling with joy and shock, Sunleopard moved to the front of the crowd.

“I seem to remember a headstrong young apprentice declaring to her clanmates that some day, she would lead Antclan. Today, Sunleopard is one step closer.” Slightstar announced, looking down on the she-cat with warmth and pride in her gaze.

“I say these words before Starclan, so that our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. Sunleopard will be the new deputy of Antclan.” Slightstar recited, looking to the stars as she spoke.

The clan erupted into cheers and congratulations as Sunleopard bowed her head respectfully and staggered back in utter shock.

Slightstar leaped down from the rock, trotting over to her new deputy to touch noses with her. “Congratulations, Sunleopard. I can only hope that one day, I will watch from Starclan as you lead these cats proudly.” She murmured.

“T-thank you, Slightstar. This was so unexpected.” Sunleopard stuttered, still reeling from the surprise of being named deputy.

Though there was deep joy in her expression, something else lurked there too. Something like…guilt. Did Sunleopard have something to hide?

live laugh love chaffinchbounce

also sunleopard is being so cryptic i wonder what she’s hiding, hmm wish i knew

oh wait i do 😘

[acorncoffeeformysweetheart]

Okay, I decided to edit that fic and write a whole post about the furniture in the Cabot house. Spoiler alert: yes, Ed and Sole finally kissed after two years of awkward tension (even though Sole already has these two dumbasses, Mac and Gage).

I thought this could be a nice example of environmental storytelling. I understand that it is impossible to realize this in such a large game, but I can write about it.

 Let me start by saying that five years after the bombs fell, Ed decided to get married, which made Jack absolutely mad. Ed left the job, but four months later, Jack and Emogene apologized and begged him to come back because they could not find anyone suitable to replace Ed. He agreed to return. Jack began to behave much more respectfully, gave Ed a big raise in salary, and a large room on the first floor next to the kitchen.

I found this photo three years ago and fell in love with it. It’s very close to what I’m thinking about. "Went to get wood", Wood, found objects, ≈12’x9’x10’, 2008 - by Ethan Hayes-Chute

Ed, like many ghouls, has sleep issues, and his room is very different from the rest of the house. It is painted dark green (even the ceiling). Thick, heavy curtains hang from the window. The bed is just huge, 2+ meters, because Ed himself is fucking huge two-door brick-built fridge. And this bed is for sleeping. No one in their mind would bring women to the house they are working for, especially since Ed was generally not interested in this (his wife and child lived in the next house). So, the bed takes up a significant part of the room; there are several different blankets and a dozen of pillows on it, and when Ed sleeps, he buries himself in them like in a nest (quite funny, yes). He even has this silly pillow stuffed with aromatic herbs that you put under your main pillow to make it smell nice.

 He has a lot of strange things in there because his duties include working with caravan owners, knowing who sells what, where, and when, and seeing a lot of different things. And periodically, he buys something for himself because, why not?

 After all, when a single mature man works a lot, he should have his me-time and me-things. And Ed has several hobbies. He loves good clothes. He gathered a whole collection of these goddamned (oh, I adore them) Irish grandpa caps (although he had a hat for any occasion, the sun of the wasteland will burn your bald head). He drinks a lot and smokes like twice as much as Sole and Mac together.

So his room, still perfectly clean, has a lot of stuff in it. A large wardrobe (because he has a lot of good clothes for weekends and even has a seamstress friend who sews for him), a full-length pre-war mirror—a true rarity. Several large shelves with books, notebooks, and folders with blueprints—because he does all the engineering work around the house (after all, he is a former navy engineer; during the war he served on a ship, and he has been on airships and loves them), looks after weapons and equipment, and also helps Jack with the simple stages of his research. Large work desk. A comfortable armchair for reading (oh, I adore the fact that the community unanimously considers him a reading person).

Soon after the assault on Parsons, one by one, the Cabots died. Ed buried them and grieved. He drank for three months and even gave the cats to Daisy because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to take good care of them. Then he joined one of the caravans and worked as a security guard for six months just to get his mind off things, to be in the fresh air, and to be around people, not for money. 

Then he pulled himself together and returned to the house. You know, this may sound cool—I inherited a house like this. But in reality, no. And Ed didn't want that. After all, he could live anywhere.

He took off paintings and removed unnecessary furniture. When Sole came for the first time after a long break, she was very surprised. The living room and dining room (in fact, Ed moved there) greatly changed. They have lost their fashionable gloss but have become warmer and cozier. It was immediately obvious that he now lives here. There was a knitted blanket and colored pillows on the sofa. Instead of that huge portrait, Ed hung a simple rug, the kind Sole had seen in farmers' houses. There were books on the coffee table, by the sofa, and on the dining table. An open bottle of whiskey and a glass. Ed carried the wood-burning stove into the dining room and carefully routed its chimney out the window. On it stood a large, bulbous copper kettle. Simple clay bowls and one huge crooked wooden one for all the weird beer snacks Sole loved so much.

He almost stopped using electricity, except for the reading lamp. There were now large grease candles in metal trays everywhere. And one oil glass lamp (similar to Orthodox icon lamps in Sole’s homeland) so that there is always a fire lit at home, from which you can light a cigarette (he still tried not to smoke in the house, although no one could stop him). I think there should be a smoking balcony with chairs and potted cacti. Ed used to smoke there with Emogene. There was never anything romantic between them, but she sympathized with him and loved his company.

Overall, it was a large and lonely house. It saw a lot. So when Gage asked Ed to come live with them on the lake, Ed was very relieved. Everything has become easier. He was a simple man, and his pleasures were simple. Beloved woman nearby. Beautiful view. A friend's little funny son (Ed loves children and got along well with Duncan). Clean water to bathe at any time. Farm animals. The forest. The caravan still comes once every ten days; you can have a drink and listen to their stories. You can take a boat and go fishing. You can even pack your stuff and go to the sea or to Diamond City if you really want to. Life is good.

At the farm, Ed lives not in the house itself but in the former boat house and workshop, in which part of it was first fenced off, and later another room was added. The room was small, and most of it was taken up by the bed. Pillows and blankets. Books are on shelves under the ceiling. In the same place where a huge amount of dried herbs hung. Ed continued to distill and collect herbs for infusions, cooking, and medicine. He made delicious tea, massage-soothing cream, and even a little perfume on holidays as gifts. Sole loved sleeping in his bed during the day; the room was always cool and smelled deliciously of herbs, wood, and oil. Calm and safe.

[lilinarchives]

Good Kitten

TW: Er0tica (check tags for content warnings)

Two childhood friends, a gamer girl and a closeted cat boy, enjoy each other's private company. Wholesome fluff and slowburn mild spice. Young adult, queer platonic, neurodivergent kinda love.

Purr for Me

We were in her room hanging out, talking about video games and other common interests. She was showing me her gaming set up and her closet full of cosplay. I took interest in her outfits and she pulled out some accessories to show off. It was cute watching her and listening to her talk so passionately about her interests.

After a while, we decided to play video games together. Or rather, she set me up to play Minecraft on her PC and walked me through how to play.

I haven't played video games that much before. My hand-eye coordination is pretty bad and the last time I played any sort of game it gave me anxiety. But she was very encouraging and patient with me and she was so excited to share her interests I felt just as excited to try.

But it was kinda short lived. I think I was mining or something and the game made a very eerie cave sound that put me on edge. I froze up and tried to leave and she was helping me navigate but as I was leaving a creeper dropped down onto me from a ledge and blew up in my face. The screen turned red and the “You Died” message popped up on the screen. I jumped out of my chair.

A rush of adrenaline kicked through my nerves. I felt dizzy and couldn’t breath. Hyperventilating I curled into a ball on the floor as the panic attack took over. She was very quick to comfort me. She cooed words of reassurance, telling me I was okay and she was here for me. She reached out her hands to me and I held one for support and the other she gently placed on my head, petting my hair slowly.

We sat on the floor together for a few minutes as the panic passed. Once I could, I sat up from the floor. She sat back in her gaming chair and pulled my head into her thighs. I leaned against her and she kept petting my head.

“You okay?”

“Yea, sorry.”

“No, it’s okay, it’s okay. You have nothing to be sorry about. Would you like me to keep petting you?”

“If you don’t mind. It helps a lot.”

“Of course, I don’t mind. I like physical affection… also your hair is really soft and fluffy.”

We laughed and the last of the tension in the room dissipated. I closed my eyes and leaned more into her embrace. We sat like that in silence for a little bit. And then I heard her giggle. I looked up at her curiously.

“Sorry, it’s just, I feel like I’m petting a kitten.”

“O-oh?” I felt my cheeks warm at the thought.

A mischievous look crept into her expression. I raised an eyebrow as she stared at me. She looked as if she had a question sitting on the tip of her tongue.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.

“Like what?” She countered.

“Like-“ I averted my eyes in embarrassment. A little piece of scuffed rubber on my shoe became very interesting and I started fidgeting with it. “Never mind.”

She chuckled. My eyes flickered back up at her before quickly returning to my shoe.

“Can I dress you up a little? I think you’d look really cute with these cat ears on.”

I looked back up at her in surprise. She pointed to the black cat ear clips in her hair.

“Oh… o-okay…” I stuttered.

“Really?” She nearly jumped out of her seat with excitement.

Butterflies filled my stomach and my heart pounded harder. Though it was a different feeling than the panic attack. Her excitement was contagious. I loved her smile.

“Sure," I said.

She clapped her hands together rapidly, grinning from ear to ear. She spun her chair towards me and I was suddenly hyper aware of the fact that my face was between her legs. I tried to avert my gaze respectfully but she pulled my head towards her and started playing with my hair. I froze awkwardly. All I could do was stare forward at her chest as she bent down to fix the hair clips into my hair. I didn’t realize I’d stopped breathing until she leaned back and my body reminded me that I was on the brink of death.

“Aww, they’re so cute on you! Oh, my gawd. I’m sorry, you’re just… a little cat boy,” She giggled, waving her hands near her face in embarrassment.

I laughed too, covering my flustered smile. The bells on the ears jingled with my movement.

“Hey, you know what I think would be fun? What if I just played games while you just sit between my legs under the desk and then between games I can just reach down and pet you.”

I think my brain just stopped working or something because I could not find the words to answer.

“Would you like… cause I know petting calms you down and we both like physical affection. So, would that be something you’d like to do?”

I blinked several times before my brain finally came back to reality.

“Y-yes. Yea, uh, that’s- yea if you’re- if you want to do that I’d be down. That sounds really relaxing.”

“Okay great! Okay, wait, can I- um,” she fidgeted with her hair shyly. “Okay, um, I know you're aro/ace but like, cause I know we talked about some stuff before like stuff you're into and I’m into so like, platonically, can I- can I collar you? I just- I’ve had this kinda fantasy so often that like, sorry, I just I’ve always wanted to have like a cat boy on a leash under my desk while I play like League or something and just like, yea… if that’s too much then like I’m okay like not doing that. Just thought since we’re on the subject I thought I’d ask.”

Our faces were both definitely several shades redder than normal at that point.

“Y-yea I- I wouldn’t mind that actually… for some reason like, having something a little tight around my neck actually helps me not have anxiety which is kinda why I wear chokers all the time.”

“Oh actually?”

“Yea.”

“Cool! That’s, that’s good then.”

“Yea.”

She got up from her chair with a joyful smile and rushed over to her closet. I took the various chains necklaces off my neck and placed them on the desk so I’d have room to wear a collar. She came back with a black leather dog collar that looked very comfortable and a matching leash. From the leash hook dangled a silver tag labeled "Kitten".

“I got it tagged at PetSmart with a friend of mine.”

“Of course you did.”

She giggled and secured the collar around my neck. The metal tag jingled as she pulled taught on the leash. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt a rush of endorphins.

She grabbed a pillow off her bed and plopped it down under her desk before sitting back down in her chair. I crawled onto the pillow under the desk, making myself comfortable. She scooted herself into the desk and I lay my head on one of her legs as she reached under to scratch my head.

It was really calming. I felt the happy butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. A comforting warmth washed across my nerves. If I were actually a cat I probably would have started purring.

We stayed like that for quite a while. She played video games and I rested my head in her lap listening to her talk, laugh and cuss out her various teammates. Occasionally I’d move my head around trying to find a more comfortable position and when she could she’d pet my hair.

I enjoyed it a lot but there was something scratching at the back of my mind the whole time. Laying my head to the side on her legs was fine but I had to readjust often because my neck was craned to the side for long periods of time. But if I were to lay my head between her legs then I’d probably be a lot more comfortable. And perhaps it might add an extra element of excitement to her gaming…

We’d talked about things like this in the past. She confesses to me that she liked me romantically. I was never really interested in that kind of stuff and I had my reservations with sexual activity because of some sensory issues I have. So we just remained friends.

But maybe my libido was reacting to the current situation because all I could think about was how much I wanted to nestle my head between her thighs and nuzzle her with my nose like a cat.

I heard her aggressively yelling at her teammates over voice chat. She seemed to be intensely focused on her game at the moment. I moved my head further up her thigh, scooting closer to her chair.

I’m not exactly sure what happened in game but whatever it was caused her whole body to jolt. Her leg lifted up and my head got dumped into her lap, nose first into her cooch.

We both exclaimed in surprise as my mouth pressed into her. Her legs instinctively squeezed the sides of my head. I pulled away as fast as I could and ended up smacking my head into the desk.

“Oh no! Sorry! Are you okay?”

“Ouch… yea, sorry it was an accident!”

“Yea no, that was my fault,” she reassured me as she rubbed my head where I’d hit it. “Here, come here kitten,” she cooed as she pulled me back into her lap by the leash.

My brain fogged up and the butterflies returning to my chest at the offhanded pet name and the tug of the leash. And then my head was back on her warm thighs.

“You okay?”

I felt embarrassed and my brain temporarily shut off. All I could think to do was hide the flustered expression I knew was plastered across my face. So without thinking I buried my face between her legs.

She gasped and tensed her legs again and suddenly I realized what I’d done. I tried to pull away again but this time her hands had also tensed. She gripped my hair and held me down. I couldn’t move. I tried to make a noise in protest but that only made her pull me further into her. And then my face was right where it was before. Nose pressed up against her clit, mouth to lips. Only the thin fabric of her leggings separated us.

I froze, my heart pounded in my chest. I thought I was about to have to deal with another overstimulation attack but surprisingly it didn’t come. It was a little hard to breath but, being held down and smothered between her legs was actually quite calming.

“Oh? I thought you weren’t into this kinda thing, yet here you are nuzzling in yourself,” she loosened her grip on me.

I looked up, meeting her coy expression and felt the embarrassment flood my cheeks.

“I- It was an accident I wasn’t thinking… the second time…”

“Your face is really red. Are you overstimulated?”

“N-no, just…”

“Enjoying yourself?”

“…it’s comfy actually…”

“Is it?” She raised an eyebrow at me, a mischievous smirk stretching across her face.

I lost the ability to speak and I couldn’t look her in the eyes. She giggled a little and pet my head.

“Well, I don’t mind if you don’t mind. But I need you to tell me you’re gonna be okay. And if at any point you get uncomfortable then tap me on the leg twice okay?”

I nodded my head in agreement. And then several things happened at once. She lifted up her legs and straddled my shoulders, slipping the leash under her thigh. The leash tugged me down into the chair and she wrapped her legs behind my back pulling me in closer. I was pressed into her very close and no matter how much I struggled I couldn’t move away. Sound was muffled by her thighs that were squeezing my head and my face was pressed so far into her, I could feel the curves and dips of her through the underwear.

Intense feelings of calmness, security, warmth and excitement branched across my body sending satisfying chills down my spine. I wriggled around a little to adjust and test the boundaries of my imprisonment, which wasn’t much, before settling into my new found position.

“Hey guys I’m back,” she said, hopping back off mute.

She adjusted herself in her seat as she did, squishing me into her more. A moan escaped my lips and she grinded into me in response. It was probably a warning to stay quiet but my bratty tendencies kicked in and I took it as a challenge.

She thinks she can just have her way with me, enjoy teasing and embarrassing her little cat boy. But she’s put my face right up against her most vulnerable place… and she’s on a voice call… so if any noise is gonna get picked up it’ll be through her mouthpiece.

I started by nuzzling her clit in small, slow circles. She squeezed my head between her thighs, her hips grinding back and forth every so often. After some time I could tell her breathing was becoming more and more heavy. Some times she’d loose her train of thought for a few seconds before someone on the other end snapped her back to the game. When that happened I’d feel her tug on my leash under her leg. A warning that I should behave. It only fueled me further and I continued making oval shaped patterns, gently stroking back and forth along her lips every time I made a rotation.

Just as a side note to the situation, I noticed that my sensory problems with female genitalia actually lay with the fluids and hair but since she had leggings on, it was actually a nice texture to rub against.

I flicked my nose up at one point to catch my breath and I heard her let out the smallest of moans. It was really cute. She looked down at me from her game a smile on her face, shaking her head. I couldn't hear what was being said on the other end but she looked embarrassed.

"S-sorry guys give me a sec, my cat is being very distracting," She said.

My mouth was pressed up against her clit this time and I had a very naughty thought. Without breaking eye contact I gently bit her, playing with her clit with my tongue. Her face lit up with shock and she clasped a hand over her mouth. Her legs tensed around me and she pulled me in closer. I kept prodding around with my tongue, and bit and kissed gently. Her body shook with delight and I could see her struggling to remain silent. I let up just a little to catch my breath. She managed to reach a hand over to her mouse to mute her mic.

“You naughty kitten,” She sighed.

“Don’t let me interfere with your gameplay,” I teased.

She huffed and then grabbed a fist full of my hair and thrust my head back between her legs. I grunted in shock and she pulled herself back towards the desk aggressively, pushing me back under. Her grip tightened around me and I was again immobilized. I giggled into her and she grinded into the vibration of my voice.

She continued playing her game, mic on. And now it became a real challenge. I kept up the nuzzling and sucking and nipping and kissing. I felt accomplished when I moved a particular way and made her jolt. She kept having to make up excuses to her teammates whenever I caught her off guard and she gave a little squeal. The longer I kept up, the wetter she became. And at some point she simply stopped playing. She was unable to continue as I felt her whole body shaking and twitching. She leaned back in her chair and I looked up to check on her. But a split second layer she grabbed my hair aggressively and forced my face back where it was before.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

I knew she was close. But so was I to needing to breath again. She was smothering me so much I didn’t have any way to breath and my attempts at pulling away were nullified by her grasp on me.

I thought about tapping out but a little voice in my head told me to keep going, to see if I could make her climax before I passed out. And so I kept going, faster now, I sucked and nuzzled and bit and pressed as stimulating as I could make it. Soon her legs were so tensed I felt like she was going to crush my skull and with a final shudder she let out a long moan. Her hips thrust in slow intervals as she rode out the last few waves of pleasure, I could feel her contractions against me each time.

My heart pounded in my ears. My body shook as it desperately tried to free itself to breath. I moaned, pleading for release. She relaxed her legs and I gasped. Panting, I plopped my head down on her thighs. She stroked my hair gently and praised me.

"Good kitten."

[ssreeder]

*taps mic*

*screeching synth noise*

hem hem

first of all

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

now that we have That out of the way

SREEDIE YOU’RE SO SPEEDY (that’s an awful rhyme I’m so sorry) ARE YOU READY TO HEAR MY EVERY THOUGH WHILE READING THIS CHAPTER (once again I’m so sorry But not sorry enough to spare you bc I’ve gotta keep being annoying to remind you why we got divorced)

yikes it really must be lowkey terrifying on katara’s end rn… like it’s pretty much the whole They Died And Came Back Wrong trope except sokka only died in theory and yet came back wrong anyway. I feel so bad for her :((

SLAY TOPH keep an eye on iroh please

not katara suspending her disbelief regarding jet being heroic T-T

this is actually a really interesting dynamic change for katara and sokka bc even though katara was always caring for everyone else in the show, sokka was always the one person who was always looking out for katara, so to have him be the sibling that needs taking care of is like… damn yk

okay maybe this means absolutely nothing BUT I feel like jet losing his arm and therefore his ability to wield dual blades has the potential to cause even more tension with zuko bc jet will not only hate him for being fire nation but now they won’t even be evenly matched in a fight and he’s gonna resent the fact that zuko still has both arms. and that’s ASIDE from the fact that it’s gonna be a gruelling healing process before jet even gets the chance to Think about picking up a blade again

jet: is literally on his deathbed

suki: I’m looking respectfully-

“how did sokka handle that” well katara isn’t that the money question, and unfortunately the answer is always Not Very Well

oh katara sokka has also stabbed a man to death with a stick so uh,, yeah while amputating jet’s arm was unideal, alas it is far from the most gory shit sokka has done

perfect girl but sokka wants a boyyyyyyyy~ (these bitches gay)

yes sokka let’s try to keep the house hacking to a minimum shall we

okay definitely nothing has been solved but crying on the bathroom floor is actually very therapeutic not that I’m speaking from personal experience or anything haha HOWEVER I do think sokka needs to cry for longer for the catharsis to work properly. so that’s my note sreedie. MAKE HIM CRY MORE

fuck dude there’s just.. Nothing like sibling relationships. like obviously katara and sokka are (were?) really close siblings but even when siblings are estranged to whatever extent it’s still just so different from any other kind of relationship you have with other people so it’s like… if Anyone would be able to help sokka it would be katara. idk how to express it but not even zuko would be able to help sokka the way katara (though he would Understand it more) bc sokka needs to know that he has people that have enduring love for him and the only person he’ll be able to trust to give him that initially would be katara and I just AHHHHH

YAY MORE CRYING YOU LISTENED TO ME

ugh sokka stop LYING you LIAR

zuko IS an asshole and I love that about him <3

not katara’s bluffing about yue- absolutely appalling effort folks, katara this is the funniest thing you have ever done

sorry I know it was a very intense and somber situation but I just find it hilarious that the solution to zuko being stubborn and refusing to cooperate (however much that is understandable given the circumstances) is just to straight up knock him out. like night night kiddo

ah shit I wish iroh weren’t the one undressing zuko. actually I wish nobody was undressing zuko this is just shit

ZUKO PLEASE YOU’RE DYING WHY ARE YOU STILL AWAKE

speech impediment zuko my beloved <3

ZUKO WHY ARE YOU A MENACE literally first thing out of his mouth that’s not defensive in an attempt to protect himself is to fucking insult jee I can’t T-T

JEE YOU SAVAGE ily

zuko bit jee I forgot omfg this is hilarious (even though it’s actually very sad but shhh we’re ignoring that)

jee the emotional support bestie reporting for duty bc he is the only emotionally stable adult in this household

iroh: is indescribably furious about the fact that zuko has been tortured

also iroh: my this boy has a mighty strange haircut going on

ah fuck here we go. it’s SA discovery time >:/

sreedie did jee break something accidentally bc he was in shock or did he smash something out of rage

rasu fashion icon <3

dragon of the west popping off with the murder plans

when a blind girl and a human disaster are left alone in the kitchen-

oh okay so he Did break a table. slay.

jee in dad mode <3

SOKKA JUST FUCKING TELL PEOPLE PLEASE THIS IS FRUSTRATING AND SAD AT THE SAME TIME WTF

I’m sorry but not jee thinking sokka is a bigger pain in the ass than zuko. alas, he does have a point

OHIHOHOHHEHEHEHE ITS CHANG BITCHES AND HE’S IN HIS GIRLBOSS ERA

nvm chang is in his struggle era actually

lots of layers LIKE AN ONION-

OH SHIT REHO RECOGNISES CHANG

“little wet-noodle” PLEASE I adore chang

for once in her life, slay ara, now the story is finally fucking getting a move on (no shade to you sreedie <33)

lmao bato is so right both about sokka AND about teasing hakoda despite being in the midst of a very tense wartime situation

omg in relation to you an: pls let zuko fuck up all of sokka’s lies accidentally bc this boy cannot lie for shit LET ALONE when he doesn’t realise he even needs to lie and is also high as fuck from iroh drugging him so that he doesn’t bite people

OR sokka is gonna see zuko on his sickbed and immediately his whole world is gonna narrow down to just zuko (understandably) and everyone else in the room is gonna figure out what’s going on pretty quick and effectively sokka just exposes HIMSELF à la love for zuko spewing out of him alongside guilt and regret and fear and relief (essentially the full emotional gambit)

in review: sokka needs to cry more, zuko should bite more people, zukka needs to reunite, I love jee, I love chang, hakoda is gonna need a head massage after all the mental gymnastics he’s gonna be subjected to next chapter. THE END.

love you So much TOODLES *mwah*

LEEEEEEKI BELOVED!!!!

I’m sure you’re like wtf ex lover why aren’t you answering my ask & I’m innocently over here cherishing every word and sniffing it until it loses your smell….

Yes, I’m weirdo. But you keep coming back for me so HA…. ;)

I know some people in the comments were like “I can’t believe Sokka just DID THAT!! no way!!”

& it’s like what’s worse? Stabbing someone in the neck 30 times with a jagged stick you found on the ground while pretend shitting or cutting off your kind of enemy kind of whatever guys arm to save his life??

(There was also the warden situation too… so idk I think Sokka is pretty desensitized at this point and is so emotionally constipated that he doesn’t know HOW to feel about ANYTHING right now ((except Zuko))))

Jee: Zuko is the most difficult person

Jee meets Sokka: I stand corrected

Haha I enjoy your reviews, & I can’t wait to see you soon!!

[theamethystofficial]

The Amethyst & The Prince: Volume I - chapter one

A/N: hi! i'm very excited to share this with you. it's been on my mind since november, and i've finally gotten the chance to edit and upload it! also, this is my first time uploading a fic to tumblr as well as ao3 -- let me know how you like it!

ao3. | hub post.

If it were up to Mollymauk, they’d be enjoying themself outside on a fine day like this. The sky outside is a pristine blue, kept clear by the silent breeze that causes the powder-white curtains framing the half-open window to flutter. Idly, they watch a scene of two children running through the maze below with a faint smile.

What they wouldn’t do to be down there themself, enjoying the lovely day outside.

“Mx. Tealeaf.”

In an instant Mollymauk’s attention returns to the frowning man sitting across from them. Right, they were in the middle of a conversation – one they’d struggled to pay attention to. On the napkin their host’s tucked into his collar, he somehow managed to acquire an assortment of biscuit crumbs. He wears them more as an accessory than anything, they think but don’t say aloud.

“Are you even listening to anything we’ve been saying?” he asks. There’s a faint look of contempt on his face, just barely concealed. Reflexively, the tiefling starts to smile in a quiet apology as they roll their eyes internally. They hate to-dos like this. Everything is so stuffy here – the people, the room. Even the birds outside seem to be bloated, stuffed to the brim with something pompous and powdery.

“Oh, love, that’s just how these kinds of people are.” The man beside him waves a hand. There’s no disguising the distaste in the smarmy smirk he gives Mollymauk. “Very little going on upstairs, dear. That’s exactly the kind of personality to be expected from someone like the Ruby of the Sea. Only good for pretty faces.”

Any attempt at defending themself dies in an instant. Mollymauk turns their gaze to the other man, gaze scrutinizing. A pretty face, huh?

“I’m flattered that you think my employer and I are pretty.” The tiefling sits straighter; a hand reaches for their cup of tea. “I can promise you, however, the Ruby is more than a pretty face. There’s a reason she’s treasured by the Menagerie Coast.”

The smarmy one’s husband chuckles into his cup of tea. “Oh, I can think of two reasons she’s treasured by the sailors.”

Mollymauk’s blood boils at that. Their eyes narrow at the man. Their rage hides behind a pointed smile as they focus on the magic coursing through their blood. The chuckling man’s eyes turn black in an instant, ichor leaking from them.

“Oh my,” they say, doing their best to sound concerned. “Are you well? You should get that looked at. I hear it’s an affliction quite common in people with hearts blackened by envy.”

As the two men fuss over the ailment, Mollymauk calmly stands and dusts off their dress. “I’ll leave you to handle this pressing matter. If you can stomach the thought of sharing a room with a harlot such as the Ruby of the Sea, you are more than welcome to write her an apology for this undeserved slander.” Their polite smile melts into a disdainful snarl. Easily they switch from common to infernal. “Respectfully, I hope you two have the day you deserve.”

With that parting sentiment, the tiefling turns and walks outside. They give Yasha, the aasimar woman at the carriage, a pleasant smile before climbing inside.

“So…I’m guessing that went as well as we were thinking it would.”

Mollymauk scoffs lightly, looking out the window of the carriage as they start the trip back home. They catch their reflection in the glass. A striking lavender face, made up with the nicest makeup found in the colorful city of Nicodranas. Their eyes glint red in the glass. Crimson as long as they can remember. Marion said their eyes made them special. Some days, like today, they find them unsettling. Abruptly they look back to Yasha.

“I hate this place,” announces the tiefling with a cross of their arms. “Full of frigid people who think they’re better than everyone else just because they’ve got more gold. More ��� education. It’s infuriating being in the same room as them.”

Their friend gives them a sympathetic look. Despite her intimidating frame, she has her gentle moments. “They didn’t hurt you?” she asks.

“Not at all. They couldn’t hurt me – even if they wanted to. And I’m sure they did.” Wryly Mollymauk grins. “I gave them quite the spook, though. But…we’ll probably never hear from them again. I hope not.”

“Who needs them, anyways? We certainly don’t.” Yasha lifts her head with a smile. “I’ve had better booze in the worst of dingy taverns. Their cherry wine’s got nothing on a pint of the good stuff from Killian’s Last Stand.”

That gets a chuckle out of Mollymauk. “I’d drink to that, if I could. Well said, love.” With a sigh they look out the window again. “Shit, I could go for a drink after that, personally. Detour?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

The dive bar they find is positively grimy, but full of life. It seems to be the exact opposite of the house they’d just come from. With a deep breath in, Mollymauk takes in all the rancid smells of the place, before exhaling with a pleasant sigh.

“Now this is where I belong,” they announce. “This is more like it.”

The pair squeeze into a couple of bar stools, with Mollymauk offering the bartender a smile and wave. Hopefully they don’t stand out too much in their nice dress. For a moment they fret over it, before shaking it off. If anyone tries anything, Yasha won’t be too far behind to keep them out of trouble.

“Wonderful! Positively splendid.” Mollymauk’s smile is bright as the bartender sets down a pair of tankards in front of the two. “Thanks very much, friend.” They receive a grunt in response, which makes them chuckle.

“At least that was the only errand you had today,” says Yasha after a deep swig from her tankard. She wipes away the sudsy mustache on her lip. “If you had something else to do after that, I was wondering if we’d need some sort of excuse for you to return to the Chateau early. Some sort of head cold, or stomach bug.”

“I appreciate you looking out, love,” Mollymauk says with a chuckle. “Honestly, I’m not sure how well I’d have been able to do that song and dance again after being called a brainless piece of eye candy just now.” Their nose wrinkles at the thought; they push it away with their own swig of ale. “But! That’s all behind us now, yeah? No need to ruminate.”

“The next one will be better.” Yasha gives a single nod, before looking down at the tiefling. “And if it’s not…well. I could always teach them a lesson or two, if you need me to.” With a raise of her eyebrows, she presses a fist into her hand, then grins.

“Tempting, certainly. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Their pleasant conversation is interrupted by a commotion at the door. Turning, Mollymauk watches a half-elf stroll in. His suit is covered with patches, but still looks quite smart on him. Perhaps it was the finely curled mustache that tied the whole thing together, or the top hat. The gentleman looks around the tavern for a moment before catching the tiefling’s gaze.

“Well, I have never seen folks more in need of a good time than you two,” he says as he approaches. His voice is full of bravado. The air of a performer is hard to miss as he offers Yasha and Mollymauk each a flier. “Fortunately for you, the Fletching and Moondrop Traveling Carnival of Curiosities is in town! Only a couple silver to get in. Best coin you’ll ever spend in your life. You’ll be changed people after this show, or my name isn’t Gustav Fletching!”

“A carnival?” echoes Mollymauk, eyes widening. “That sounds lovely.”

“Doesn’t it just? We’ve got all sorts of performers, refreshments – even a trinket or two to decorate your shelves at home! I promise you, Ma’am, it’s worth peeking your head in for a moment.” Gustav’s smile falters for a moment. “Or – Sir? Sorry.”

The tiefling waves their hand. “After the day I’ve had, I’m not concerned with either, really.” They look to Yasha, who’s studying the flier with a furrowed brow. “We’ll think on it,” they finally say to the half-elf, who folds in a half-bow.

“What do you think?” Mollymauk asks once Gustav leaves. After another moment of silence Yasha shrugs, offering a hum.

“Seems a bit…garish,” she finally says. “Very flashy and loud. I say we just finish up here and go back to the Chateau.” *

Now it’s Mollymauk’s turn to go silent. They look at the flier in their hands, admiring the way it sparkles and glints when they hold it a certain way. It’s tacky, sure, and likely not worth the two silver admission, but they can’t deny there’s something charming about the idea of a traveling circus.

“What if we just…ran away on one of these trips,” they say abruptly. “Join a show like this. We could go anywhere we’d like! And we wouldn’t have to worry about offending stuck-up ‘friends’ of Marion’s, who aren’t really her friends, but who pretend to be.”

Yasha’s chuckle is a surprised one; they’re surprised by the sheepish expression on her face. “I’m not sure about all of that, Molly. I don’t think I’d do too well in one of these shows. Not the best performer, you know.”

“Oh, nonsense. You’re the charm! Everyone would love you.” Mollymauk gently bumps her shoulder with theirs. “And if they didn’t, they’d be too scared to tell you that.” Their smile fades a little as they look back at the flier. “I just think…we could be free, y’know? To do whatever we’d like. See the world. No obligations.”

“You might be free, but you wouldn’t be respected.” The gruff voice behind them seems to come from out of nowhere. Abruptly Mollymauk turns to see the bartender scowling at the door, where Gustav had recently left with a wave and a lift of his hat. “My daughter left to join one of ‘em shows last summer. She came back not a month later, cryin’ about how everyone treated her like absolute shite. You join a sideshow like that, you’re beggin’ to be spat on. Just how the world is nowadays.”

Mollymauk blinks in surprise, looking at Yasha. She offers a quiet shrug, just as confused as they are. After a moment the tiefling leans in. “Sorry to hear about your daughter. If you don’t mind me asking, what was her – I dunno, her act?”

“She’s always been pretty skilled with a pair of swords. I think her stage name was the Whirling Dervish of the Menagerie.” A proud smile tugs at the corners of the bartender’s lips. “She was small, but a ball of righteous fury when she had to be. Menace when she was younger, though. This place? I’ve had to redo the roof three different times.”

“Sounds like she was quite the handful.” Neatly Mollymauk folds the flier in half, tucking away the thought for now. “I’d love to hear every story you have of her, if you don’t mind.”

By the time they leave, the sun’s settled just behind the point of the red and white striped tent that’s appeared just on the edge of town. Yasha’s left to get the carriage ready for the trip back, leaving Mollymauk to stand just outside the doors of the tavern. Wistfully they watch people filter through the canvas doors of the tent, disappearing into a world of whimsy.

What was it like, they wondered, to have a home that never stood still? Maybe one day they’d find out. Hopefully that day would come soon.

“Molly?” The sound of hoofsteps behind them brings the tiefling back to the present. Yasha tilts her head at them as she brings the carriage to a stop. “Ready to head out? Marion might be worried if we take any longer.”

Right. They were the Amethyst, first and foremost. Waiting back at the Chateau was a job, and responsibilities that came with it. Shaking their head, Mollymauk offers her a smile as they approach.

“Sorry about that. Just thinking. Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

[thelovelybitten]

vera's first watch of south park -- season four (part 2)

jfc i want 2 unalive... slowly

EPISODE 6: THESE THE BOYS ARE SO FERAL BYE messing w the sub with switching names NO KYLE IS SICK :’((((( MY POOR BOY NOT BUTTERS HE’S SUCH A CUTE CARD I LOVE BUTTERS SM miss information…. bffr garrison writing a SMUT FIC BYE MDFNVIFDMIMMVS miss information BYE STAN IS TRYING 2 HELP there’s only so much natural herbs can do :’( “KYLE’S MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD” SO TRUE SO TRUE CRYINGGGGG “I’LL GIVE HIM MY KIDNEY I’LL DO IT” stan would die for kyle and that’s on god babe not cartman being the only person in south park that matches kyle SMH kenny and cartman being actual kids ofc cartman won’t give it up “how much is ur life worth to u, kyle” cartman u fucking JACKASS if kyle dies i’m gonna be pissed stan worried abt kyle :’(((((( kenny >:( rightfully so garrison just come out as gay babe it’s not that hard clyde and tacos >>>> kyle’s life this is so fucked ew oh stan is serious he’s gonna get his kidney i forgot abt cartmans pig cartman is so smart okay that kinda slayed stan DON’T CRY “nobody cares if i die” KENNY THAT WAS OUTTA POCKET BUT ALSO SO TRUE MY SON “I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT. SCREW U GUYS I’M GOING HOME.” PIANO FALLS ON HIM :’( very cartman of u kenny OH THEY KILLING HER OOF wait how is cartman not dead ?!?!?!/! his whole ass kidney was cut off by an eight year old oh they defo put his kidney into kyle’s bod but faked it for cartman epic EPISODE 7 Chef winning U GET THEM KING. Ending racists PERIOD who TF is this teacher Cartman winning debates ??? Weird Oh LMAO THE CLASS AGREES HES A RAT MY FUCKING FAVE KIDS ON TEAM CHEF !!! WENDY, BEBE, CLYDE AND BUTTERS. ICONS Stan obvs on his uncles side but BIG BOO WENDY GET THEM BABY WENDY TELL UR MAN HES AN IDIOT STYLE VS WENDY AND CARTMAN ??? oh this abt to be good cartman tho… fat boo Chef schooling the kiddies (style respectfully) WENDY PROTECTING STYLE SO REAL THUMBS DOWN CARTMAN BOOOOOOOO NOT THE KKK 💀💀💀💀 THE MAYOR RLY DIDNT DO SHIT oh crap leaving it up to the kids WHACK Wendy and cartman in the same frame is just giving me the ICK NO WENDY DONT LAUGH ALL CUTELY AT HIM EW no bc cartman and Wendy together makes me physically I’ll wtf KENNY EATING THE MINTS “FUCK YOU” so real “I don’t think we stand a chance in this debate bc Wendy’s leading the other side” “Dude, ur just saying that bc she’s your gf” TRUE AND REAL Kyle so real for that omg OH SHIT KENNY NOOOO HE EXPLODED NO CRYING not Wendy & Cartman again LORD ARE U TRYING TO TEST ME I WANNA OFF MYSELF WHY IS TREY AND MATT GIVING WENDY AND CARTMAN AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC HES EVERYTHING SHE HATES AND VICE VERSA STAN PLS COME COLLECT UR GF IM GONNA THROW UP MY DINNER NOT THE HAND TOUCH IM UNALIVING I CANT I FUCKING HATE IT HERE NOT WENDY FANTASIZING CARTMAN I WANNA SKIP IT SO BAD BUT I NEED TO HAVE AN HONEST FULL REACTION NOT THE ROLL DOWN THE HILL WENDY WOKE UP IT WAS A DREAM THE LORD SAVED ME FROM THIS HELL Wendy me too bc what the fuck Dunks head in water me too Wendy seeing cartman everywhere and haunting her NOOOOOO Wendy “please don’t let this be happening” I WISH IT WASNT BABY GIRL This KKK stuff is weird “BEBE IM ATTRACTED TO CARTMAN” Bebe IMMEDIATELY SCREAMS THATS MY DAUGHTER SHES THE MOOD no but Bebe is me rn BEBE NO DONT TELL HER TO KISS HIM ?!1?1!1) THE FUCK ARE U DOING Wendy PLEASE DOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT I DONT NEED THAT IN MY BRAIN PLEASE IM BEGGING WHAT WOULD STAN THINK ??!?!? WENDY ARE U DELULU STANS LOOK OF CONCERN AS HE LOOKS AT WENDY STUTTERING AND PANICKING NO WENDY ARE U FUCKING FOR REAL NOOOOOO STANS FACE NO IM BREAKING IM DESTROYED IM IN SHAMBLES HIS SAD FACE NO STAN IM SOBBINGGGGGG cartman feeling so smug abt Stan’s girl kissing him I know stan is gonna go HAM ON HIS ASS Stan still upset NO I HATE IT HERE I HATE IT CARTMAN IS ADDING FUEL TO THE FIRE TEASING STAN OH STOP IT STAN IS STILL SHOCKED STILL. S T I L L S T I L L S T I L L IM SOBBING AT STAN 😭😭 CARTMAN HAS FEELS FOR WENDY OH FUCK defo my least fave episode out of all seasons so far

[xxxtyty]

My men take you to my chambers, you wear chains on your hands and neck and you wear rags of what used to be a luxurious dress. My men throw you in the middle of the room, at first glance you can see a large bed, in front of you, on the right a wooden desk where you see me sitting looking at some papers, wearing an elegant green military uniform, with boots and a cap . I don't look up, I just thank my men and order them to leave us

You try to stand, struggling with thetorn rags and the chains and start backing away from my desk slowly, like a scared animal. 

Still not looking at you "I would recommend saving your energy princess... I understand my men can be a bit rude but here you are... safe" you can a slight smirk on my face

You stop, still breathing heavy as adrenaline coarses through your body, willing you to run or fight. Anything but relax. 

I put down the papers I was working with, finally looking at you "I must admit that you are more beautiful in person" I smile, standing up you hear a groan of relief behind me "Get out" I ordered fiercely and you see how I kick something, seconds later a naked girl with a collar around her neck that I was using as chair crawls out and leaves the room through a service door

Your eyes widen as your back finally hits a wall, the room much smaller than you expected. You stare as the service door closes, glancing back up at me again as i look on at you like a piece of meat. 

I take off my cap, revealing curvy, shoulder-length brown hair. I start to walk with slow steps towards you. I notice your look towards the service door "She's cute, don't you think? A horrible chair but a very useful potty to have around"

You breathe heavily, fearful of what this means for you, what uoi will become to me, what I will do to you. Your mind working so hard you don’t notice how close I’ve gotten to you. 

Now I find myself squatting in front of you looking at you with amusement "What's the problem princess? You look pale..."

“I am alright,” you say quickly, trying to hold onto your dignity as much as you can. “I am just fine.”

"I'm glad..." I smirk raising a hand to take your face softly "You wonder what you're doing here, don't you?"

You nod, toying idly with my dress of rags as you look at me respectfully. 

The hand begins to move slowly down your neck "Your kingdom has fallen, your father is dead... he died like a pround warrior in the field protecting his pepole...I respect that, my condolences..."

You shudder both at my touch and at my words, shrinking back as far you can go until your head also hits the wall softly. 

I put my fingers on your chin making you look up at me "All hail the queen I guess" I let out a laugh you try to tear away from my gaze. Quickly my hand is placed on your neck choking you a little "Look at me when I talk to you!" I order

You look back at me, eyes watering. “I’m sorry!” You choke out. 

"Good girl" I loosen my grip, my hand resumes its path, slowly moving down towards your breasts cupping one

It’s soft and the entire DD cup fits in my hand and almost overflows. You whimper quietly. 

I squeeze lightly "You are really impressive..." I start to rub your nipple on the cloth "I wonder what your people would think if I fucked their beloved princess in front of everyone in the kingdom square..."

Your nipples growing hard at your touch. “In front of… the entire kingdom?” You ask softly. 

I smile as I feel the change in your nipples "Oh? Does that sound good?" I take the nipple in my fingers and pinch it "Any fantasies of yours huh?"

You blush hard that i suggested that, your body becoming mine under my expert touch. “No, please don’t make me do that, please!”

"The princess is a repressed slut" I laughed "who knew..." i continued to stimulate your nipple twisting it "You see dear, I can't do that...for now" I smiled "I need you to keep your title and your image, at least in public"

You move to my whim, moving forward if i pull your nipple, pushing back against the wall if i make you. “Why?” You ask, the manipulation making you tense, even more so. 

"Well, you'll see... The annexation only by conquest can be problematic" I pull the nipple making you move towards me, our faces are one in front of the other and the lips are centimeters from touching teasing you a kiss "Marriage is usually more efficient"

You stare at me in the eyes, knowing you can’t say anything to me to change my mind. This was calculated, and you were a pawn for me. Your lips part subconsciously. 

I chuckle noting your clear arousal, I release your nipple from my grasp and stand up again. I turn around and start walking back to my desk as I speak "Clearly being my wife has its benefits..."

You watch me quietly, your body turned on despite your terror. “What sort of,. Benefits?”

When I get to the desk I look back at you "Only I can use you, for example" I say vaguely without elaborating much more as I rummage in one of the drawers, taking out a piece of paper and a collar, however the collar is different from that of the girl from before it was made of leather almost like a dog collar, this is a fine gold collar with a small diamond ornament Although it can save face in public, you notice that it has a small ring to attach a leash "It's not every day that I get to add a princess to my collection"

You stare at it in horror, realizing quickly that you have very little you can do except to accept my proposal. It was the safest option. “I have to wear that?” You ask softly, naively. 

“Of course" I reply raising an eyebrow "Any problem with that?"

"Consider it your crown" I smiled mischievously.

You swallow hard, nodding after a moment of staring. 

"Come here" I order poiting next to me

You try to stand, only tripping over your own feet and rags and falling back to the ground. 

I roll my eyes and sigh in annoyance, walking towards you "Allow me…" I say nonchalantly pulling a small key out of my pocket to free you from your chains "Is that better?"

You rub your wrists softly, nodding. “Thank you,” you say genuinely. You stand up finally, moving to me.

On the desk is the paper that turns out to be the marriage contract with pen and ink to one side "Please if you would be so kind..." I say moving the paper towards you I keep speaking in a polite manner despite my previous demonstration

In tiny script in the entire marriage contract, much more words than one would expect.. and far too small for you to read. You lift the pen, signing it, making yourself my property. 

"Perfect..." I put the paper under lock and key and take the collar to put it around your neck

It circles your slender neck and latches closed, and you realize you cannot remove it, it is fixed there unless you decide to take it off. 

[I look at you smiling, rubbing my thumb on your cheek "Now wife" I laughed emphasizing the word wife "It's time to consummate the marriage"

[sashi-ya]

OH OH OH I NEED TO REQUEST FOR BYAKUYA SO MUCH!!! SO HIM WITH F! READER, NSFW AND PROMPT LUNAR ECLIPSE!!!! KAHJFKLJSD Bleach AU pleaseee!! YOU ARE THE BEST OMG

Hii!! of course darling! I hope you enjoy! Also this is the first time I write for him, so pls pls tell me if I should change something! ❤🌙

ㅤ🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

NSFW ~ Byakuya Kuchiki x F! Reader ~ Lunar Eclipse

tw: Nsfw. Bleach AU. Shameless sex at the back garden of his manor. Oral. Fingering. Vag. unprotected sex. Byakuya means "Midnight Sun" so I based the fic on that :3

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Desperate kisses on your skin.

He grunts like a beast,

unleashed, heavy, is difficult to breathe

Like a midnight sun, shining its light when the moon hides in a total eclipse.

That’s Byakuya Kuchiki, a midnight sun.

How many nights, how many years of neglecting love since Hisana died?

A hundred nights. A hundred days. A hundred years.

But that night you finally made the step towards his liberation, and you arrived like his famous bankai… with a thousand sakura flowers bathing the backyard of his lonely manor…

“Who are you and why are you here?” he asks. “Captain Kuchiki, I’m (Name) the new officer” you introduce yourself, smiling subtly with an unusual pinkish shine of the moon reflected in your eyes.

“Why are you here so late, Officer?” he inquires, looking down on you like the good noble and addicted to rules he is. That behaviour is at least unacceptable to him, and he wants to punish you or anyone who dares to bother his lonely nights. Or at least that’s what you think.

In fact, Byakuya Kuchiki isn’t wearing his captain uniform. A simple -yet made of the finest silks- yukata covers his body, and his long, raven hair falls over his shoulders untied. He was preparing for sleep, probably praying as the atmosphere smells like incense.

“I’m really sorry to bother you, Captain. I was sent here by Yamamoto to guard the surroundings and I had to introduce myself in order not to be mistaken by an intruder” you tell him, because it’s actually true. You were a little bit scared of his menacing look and had to protect yourself from his sharp zanpakuto.

He doesn’t say much and simply turns around after fixing his steel eyes on yours. Halfway his firm yet calmed walking he stops. Giving you a side look over his shoulder, perhaps bragging of his perfect jaw, he calls you inside. “I don’t need no guards, damn old man. Come in, please”

You gasp, even if he wants to hold back his own reiatsu, it’s strong enough to be felt in your body. Or maybe it is just the tension his perfect features are creating on you.

And your core.

Despite what every person told you and the way he looked when you saw him from afar, Byakuya is indeed a kind man. He walks you inside his mansion, stopping by a little shrine with the picture of a beautiful woman. He closes the little doors and covers the picture with the saddest expression you could have ever seen in someone’s eyes. Soon, you realize the scent of incense that was flooding the ambient is coming from there, and respectfully bow before her, sure she is someone at least important to him. Not to mention the amazing similarities with your friend, and Byakuya’s sister, Rukia Kuchiki.

The crackers he brought looked a little fancy, not to say funny. You had to bite your lip not to laugh at them, because the captain had baked them himself and besides that they were delicious. The tea, of course, a cherry blossom infusion, was delicious and warming. Spring nights are still a little cold in the Seireitei, and the kimonos aren’t that cosy.

“What range are you?” he asks, after an uncomfortable long silence facing each other at the table. “Nine, sir” you confess. You are new, you are not that strong and yet you were assigned to his division because you thought you had potential. A lot of potential.

He brushes his hair back with his milky white hand, veiny and bony; “beautiful” you think. “Right, how fast are you? Can you use your shunpo well?”. Ah captain Kuchiki and his annoying obsession for being the fastest.

“I’m pretty fast, Captain. In fact, I was able to use shunpo efficiently before anyone else in the academy” you say, because it was true, but you know you would never be as fast as him, not even in a million years.

Byakuya rises up violently from his seat making you squirm in your place. Scary man, sexy but scary. “Show me how fast you are and your skills, Officer (Name)” he commands, leaving your lips trembling. Is he really asking you to fight him?

Your eyes widen and you swallow the last piece of cookie you had on your mouth abruptly. “Y-yes, Captain”.

Byakuya is known for being arrogant, yet strong enough to justify such attitude. Of course, you wouldn’t be able to afford a real fight with him, so you just trust this man isn’t going to kill you the first night of working with him.

You follow him into the back garden of his manor with beautiful sakura flowers covering the grass like a pink delicate rug. A pond with Koi carps peacefully mirrors the cosmic dancing of the moon that is about to go into a beautiful total eclipse. And eclipsed is how you felt by how stunning he looked, bathed by those pinkish tones only the Seireitei skies will show when something so magical happens.

“Begin” he orders, eyes fixed on the Zanpakuto hanging from your hips. He is definitely asking for you to fight him and you are starting to sweat. “Uh… ok” you mumble, watching him take the handle of his lilac sword. You do the same, but since the trial was apparently to show him your quick moves that’s what you do.

You go full power against him, unsheathe your Zanpakuto and try to get it closer to his neck. That’s your best move, after all. Taking your edge from behind to your opponent’s neck. But hell, you are fighting with Byakuya Kuchiki. The only edge on a neck ended up to be Senbonzakura’s one.

His edge to your neck.

“You were trying to do this?” he whispers with a deep low voice in your ear. His zanpakuto smells like Cherry blossoms, like Camellia, like flowers. His spiritual pressure feels strong on your heart, on your head, on your body. Being wrapped by his arms is what probably the majority of women in the Seireitei would dream of… but this is a fight, and he wants to try you.

Your index finger pointed to his belly, right in between your back and his body. “Bakudo number one; Sai”.

Restraining your captain, a master in Kido, was not a wise choice. Though, there was no other choice for you.

It didn’t last for more than a few seconds, but the retorting motions of his arm behind his back opened his kimono just enough to show you some of his well-trained chest. He smirks, subtly, almost imperceptibly. “Kido, huh?” he questions you, as if your technique was some kind of sin.

“I…” you try to explain yourself, quickly failing to speak as he comes closer to you surrounded by a million of little pink blades that look like petals. “What? You think I didn’t know you were going to use kido? You were brought here because I personally requested for you”.

Your lips separated, you didn’t quite understand why you were specifically assigned to the sixth division, but now, it all makes sense. His pale lips pronounce “Bakudo number 99, Kin” and as he claps gracefully like the noble he is, your wrists bound with spiritual fabric behind your back.

“You need a lot more training, but you are strong” he says proudly, coming even closer to you, and your sword that lays on the ground. Your breathing becomes accelerated, heart beating fast and all over the place, your own body resisting Byakuya’s strong reiatsu.

You smile, yet you are scared as the mass of blades surrounds you. “Captain?” you ask, walking slowly backwards. And you walk so much that soon the ground becomes a pond…

“You are going to get wet, officer” he informs you, holding your waist with his arm in a quick saving motion. “Uh… thank you” you whisper, once again and for the last few minutes with one of his arms wrapped around your body.

His eyes fix on yours. None of you are blinking, none of you are even breathing. There is something far more intense than reiatsu mixing. “Captain are you aware of my skills?” you ask, because if you didn’t you were sure your lips would crash into his. “Yes, of course. I specifically chose my officers, but I don’t tell them if not after they showed me their skills personally” he tells you, still not taking his arm off around your waist, and still not helping stand back on your feet.

“Am I strong enough for you, Byakuya-sama?” you whisper, slowing your pace at the end. Byakuya’s eyes widen, because he isn’t consciously flirting… but, is his body thinking the same?

“You are, yes” he mumbles, realizing that now the tables have turned. He is the one who is being weak, he is the one who is about to lose something; his own control. He wasn’t expecting this, but he should have understood his intentions before calling you to his mansion tonight. When Byakuya saw you on your final exam, he felt something he couldn’t stop. He swore not to love anymore, and every time a single hint of love would be near him, he would turn that down.

Byakuya hasn’t touched a woman since Hisana died… but his hands were all over you now…

He undoes the spiritual ties around your wrists, and the thousand flowers surrounding you, too. You could see the sky turning purple and lilac, a magical night and a moon that is barely visible by a single thin stripe of it. He pulls you up, taking you closer to his body and avoiding you to fall into the water behind you.

“You are strong enough for me” he sighs, fighting against his own moving body. Your lips parted, releasing at least a little pressure from the air building on your lungs. “Byakuya-sama…” you pronounce right before he attacks your mouth in a violating not so noble-like manner.

Closing your eyes, you received his lips into yours, his tongue, his warm, wet kisses. You moan to such intensity, he is feral, he is needy, a hundred years’ worth of desires released in one single kiss.

Slowly you two fall into the petals covered ground. Byakuya’s kimono is completely opened by now, showing only nudity from his waist up. On top of you, his arms on each side of your head. He pants and growls, desperate for contact, oh so desperate.

His hand trails a path from your cheek to your waist and even lower. He buries his nails on your thigh, pulling your leg up to let him come closer to your core. You can feel his growing hardness pressed against your sex. Sex that aches, that asks for him, that wants him so bad.

“I must warn you, I haven’t touched a woman for a hundred years” he moans into your mouth. “You will do just fine, captain” you tell him, committing the mistake of thinking he was excusing himself for the lack of experience. “Is not that, I’m afraid I’m gonna go even feral. Stop me now, or don’t at all”.

“I won’t stop you, Byakuya-sama. Fuck me hard, and fuck me now”

“It’s me who gives the orders here…”

Byakuya rips open your kimono, discovering you were barely covered by a sheer camisole under the official uniform. Nipples hard, so ready for him. Skin all bumpy, chest going up and down fighting against an asphyxiating weight as the captain loses control over his reiatsu.

His teeth nibble the skin on your neck and collar bones. His hands massage each of your breasts with special dedication around your nipples. “You smell so good, (Name)” he moans in your ear, discovering your natural sweet skin’s scent. Your nose buries on the crown of his head, filling your senses with his own perfume. Byakuya’s scent is something manly but soft, flowers and its own body odour. Delicious combination, just as he looks, so refined and perfect.

“Ugh fuck” you whine, when he dampens the camisole that covers your body with his own saliva as he bites your nipples. He pulls and nibbles, he sucks and licks. His hips move against you, grazing himself against you, stimulating the already wet spot in between your legs.

“What’s with that language, officer? Do you think it is appropriate to talk like that when you are in the presence of your captain?” he asks, squeezing your cheeks and moving your head towards him to look straight into your eyes. “I’m so sorry, captain. I didn’t mean to-”.“Shut up. Stand up and undress for me” he commands, cutting your words short. Normally you wouldn’t let a man talk to you like that, but for him you would do whatever he asks for. “Yes, Captain”.

You stand up, untying the sash around your waist to let the kimono open. The camisole also falls to the ground, grazing slowly your skin at its pace, getting a little stuck on your hips. Byakuya looks at your show and stands up. He also unties his clothes. The captain looks different, his intense gaze is now a gaze of pure desire and need. His legs apart, showing he is indeed not wearing anything under his kimono.

You bite your lip when you see for the very first time his hard, dripping, throbbing dick. It twitches as you look directly towards it and then slowly scan his abs up to his lips. “Captain…” you whisper, because frankly he is a work of art. A perfect painting of a God.

“Come here, Officer” he calls you, patting his lap. You instantly obey, walking towards him and placing your palms on his chest. “So soft…” you think as your hands travel down his belly until his sex. He immediately spasms at your sweet touch, closing his eyes in pure pleasure.

You kneel right in front of him, knees touching the flowers, legs spread apart to let your wetness drip freely into the grass. His length rests on your hand as you slowly start pumping it, just to add kisses and the tip of your tongue to it seconds after.

“Ngh…” he grunts, closing his lids as you devour his shaft entirely. His precum tastes delightful, he is clean, he is shaved, he is soft and hard. The tip of his dick touches your throat as you increase the rhythm of your oral motions. But he is unable to stop himself for longer than that, and now he is pumping in and out of your mouth with his strong hips. You gag, and you drool. And he is in heaven, well, even higher. He looks up to the sky, tensing his sharp jaw, and you could see how the moon is about to hide completely in the back. No eclipse could be most beautiful than the man you have in front of you right now.

You notice his shaft grow, getting harder and twitching. Clear signs of him about to reach climax. But he stops, Byakuya is a gentleman and won’t finish first.

He pulls you up with a finger under your chin. “Up” he barely mumbles, mainly because he is having a hard time verbalizing anything. “Yes, Byakuya-sama” you mumble after coughing a little. “Say my name as much as you want, please. I love it when you do”.

The head of the Kuchiki clan pulls you even closer to him, spreading your ass cheeks as his belly is pressed against yours. “Come on” he says, and quickly turns you around. His chin rests on your shoulder, and the warming breath tickles your neck.

“I wonder how you taste” he moans and takes his finger to his mouth. “Delicious, try it yourself” he tells you, taking his fingers to your mouth asking for you to suck on them. You do, sexily, just like you did with his dick minutes before ripping from Byakuya’s mouth a grunt.

Long slender fingers search for your dripping wet core, he spreads your labia and plays with your anatomy. He grazes his own dick on the small of your back and fingers you violently, while his tongue searches for yours from the side.

He fingers you harder, in beckoning motion with total knowledge of your internal anatomy, hitting the right spot, making his wrist get bathed by your uncontrollable fluids. Your body, who is only able to endure a little until reaching an explosive climax surrenders to him completely.

“Damn it, Byakuya” you whine, no respect, no noble title after. Plain feral expression of lust and relief as you come and your walls clench around his fingers, trembling. “See, I have a special problem with people that disrespect me” he says, smirking and making you bow, pushing your head from your nape.

“On all fours, brat”.

He says that with such authority that makes you tremble, of course he would want to dominate you, of course he will. You do as he tells, still feeling aftershocks of the last climax, waiting for his next actions.

He spanks your ass softly as he examines your entrance from behind. He plays with your fluids up and down your perineum, enjoying the way your needy entrance pleads for him to fill it up. You even move your hips in an attempt of tempting dance.

“Please, look at you… still dripping” he mumbles, coming closer and looking at you in the reflection of the pond in front of you. “Look at your lustful expression, officer. You want my dick, don’t you?”. You watch the perfect countenance of your captain on the water, the moon absolutely hidden leaving the place to be only enlightened by the subtle flame of torches on each side of the backdoors.

You nod with painful expression, because your body aches for him to fuck you… so fucking hard.

Byakuya sits right at your back. “Sit over me” he commands, patting his lap waiting for you to crawl on him. You do, like a cat in heat. Both sexes grazing and mixing arousal fluids, his dick searching for your entrance, your entrance for his tip.

“I’m gonna fuck you so rough” he whispers with his lips lingering on yours. You carve your nails on his back, showing him how much you need this, how much you want him to do it. “Y-es, please. I can’t… I can’t take it anymore”.

He lifts you up from the back of your thighs and his own hardness finds your entrance by itself. Byakuya lets your body fall over it, and you feel him stretching your walls as you do. You moan soundly, probably the whole Soul Society heard you. But you don’t care, neither does he… Byakuya is once again forgetting about rules, he is breaking them all and he does not care, he does not.

The captain kisses you again, and again and again. He pulls your hair, his arms around your waist and his hands pressing you down from the small of your back. His hips pounce on you, and you help him bouncing up and down. The sound of your skins against the other, the moans and grunts. Byakuya has lost whatever sense of holding back that was left on him. Like the meaning of his name, he was burning like a midnight sun in the middle of the dark, in the middle of the night, taking the place the moon had left when it hid during a total eclipse.

“Byakuya-sama” you repeat once, twice, countless times as you reach climax once again. “(Name)” he moans, only able to pronounce part of your name as he gets lost in the upcoming explosion of his sex bathing your insides warmly and strongly.

Both rested for a few minutes in each other’s embrace, while the moon starts shining again with a lilac brilliance over you two. “Should I go, Byakuya-sama?” you ask once you are able to properly breathe again. “Please stay, I need more… so much more” he whispered, taking you in his arms inside and putting you on his huge royal bed…

A single orgasm won’t make up for a hundred years of celibacy, right?🌙~