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DRABBLE: HE GETS HORNY FROM YOUR COSTUME 🎃 (18+) (ONE PIECE) (For Fem!Readers)

Writer's Note: Happy almost Halloween, y'all! I wanted to post some drabbles for spooky season this year just cuz I'm working & it's been hard to write my fics. BUT I'm gonna try to post at least one oneshot for Halloween & I'll be posting a JJK drabble too. Enjoy! -Jazz ❤️❤️

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LUFFY (YOU COSPLAY AS HIM)

“Y/N, come oooooon!” he whined from his bed. “If we’re late, we’re gonna miss out on all of the candy the villagers are givin’ out!”

You rolled your eyes standing in your shared washroom connected to your shared bed chambers. You had your own bedroom located in the girls’ cabins, but Luffy insisted on moving you into his bedroom so he could be closer to you. “Alright, alright, hang on,” you sighed, putting the finishing touches on your makeup. “Lemme just add this and…done!”

You smiled at your costume for tonight before turning to the bathroom door where you could hear Luffy whining and groaning about Zero beating him for the candy. “Alright, you big baby,” you giggled. “You ready to see my costume for tonight?”

“Oooh, wait, wait!” Luffy excitedly protested, seeming to forget about the candy already. “Lemme guess first. Hmm…you’re a ghost!”

“No,” you giggled.

“A vampire?”

“No.”

“Ooh, ooh, I know! You’re one of those bunnies I see around this time of year with the ears and those fishnet stocking things!”

“Not even close, babe,” you laughed. “I’ll give you a hint: it has to do with water.” You could practically hear the gears in Luffy’s head turning. You stayed away from the door, hidden behind it. “You’re a mermaid,” he guessed. “No…a fish? No, no, a pirate!”

“Close!” you replied, and opened the door to the bathroom where you jumped out into the bedroom where Luffy said. “I’m the best pirate and captain in the world!” you giddily said. “Ta-da! I’m you!”

Luffy’s wide grin fell when he got a look at you and your cosplay of him. You had on the cut-off shorts, slides, and even an exact replica of his straw hat. You adorned an open, red vest that made your skin pop and applied a bandeau bra that matched your skin tone and kept your breasts secure. You even got the X scar on his chest down to the T, applying enough purple and red makeup to make it appear as real as possible. You wanted to really gag him with this costume.

And you did, though his awestruck expression made you nervous. “Do you…like it?” you carefully asked.

Luffy ticked his eyes up to yours and instantly, his mouth split into a humongous grin that brightened the room. “Like it?!” he practically screamed. “Y/N, I love it! I mean, look at you! You’re me!” He began to laugh his hysterical, contagious laugh, a hand on his belly. “You look so, so good! You’ve even got the hat!”

You melted at his reaction, glad he loved it and glad to have gotten the reaction you were fishing for. “I figured I could do something different,” you said. You smirked playfully at him, placing your hands on your hips. “Guess that means I’m the captain now.”

Luffy’s laughter immediately stopped, a fire flashing behind his eyes that excited you. “What’s wrong?” you giggled. “Don’t like that idea?” Slowly, he shook his head, not even speaking. The excitement inside of you continued to grow, making your stomach flip. “So what are you gonna do about it?” you challenged. “You wanna fight about it?”

Yes, Luffy did want to fight about it, but not at all in the way you were thinking. His way of “fighting” meant having you on your knees with your ass hiked in the air and your straw hat nearly falling off of your head as your boyfriend snapped his hips behind you again and again, plunging his cock deeper inside of your sobbing, wet pussy with every single second that passed.

“What’s my name?” he asked. “Who’s making you feel this good?”

His hand looped around to grab your chin, folding it firmly. You could hardly form a coherent sentence with how hard his hips were thrusting into you, giving you blinding pleasure over and over again. “God, Luffy!” you shouted.

Luffy wasn’t pleased with that. “Uh-uh, baby,” he grunted. “Wrong answer.”

He shifted his hips to hit your G-spot, emitting sounds from you that came from the deepest parts of your chest as you were plunged into otherworldly pleasure.

“Captain!” you whined, finally catching onto his game. “Fuck, captain, you make this pussy feel so good!”

Luffy grinned and let you dig your face into the mattress again as he pounded your pussy from behind. “That’s right,” he chuckled. “I’m the captain. I’m your captain, the one and only.”

ZORO (MORTAL KOMBAT COSPLAY)

“What the fuck are you wearing?” he asked, looking absolutely befuddled.

He sat in his private training room on a bench while you stood in front of him, your hands on your hips and an excited smile on your face. You stood in your Mortal Kombat cosplay which consisted of a very skin-tight outfit with little to be hidden––a stretchy bodysuit that you paired with fishnet stockings and high-knee boots that you felt like you could kick someone with.

“It’s my Halloween costume,” you giggled. “You like it? I thought the bodysuit was a little see-through, but…”

You turned around, picking with your bodysuit which kept bunching up in your ass. Though the wedgies pissed you off, your ass did look amazing in the costume. You felt like the sexiest ninja alive. When you turned back to Zoro, you noticed how red his face was and the weird look in his eyes. “What?” you asked. “You don’t like it?”

He shook his head and turned away, busying himself with cleaning his weights. “I didn’t say that,” he grumbled.

You smirked at him and leaned against the bench he sat on. “So you do like it?” you chuckled. “You like seein’ me in this, hm?” You took a seat next to him, crossing your fishnet-clad legs over one another. Zoro barely took one glance at you, though it was more for his sake than yours. If he were to take another look at you, there would be nothing stopping him from bending you over this bench and fucking you right out of this costume.

“I didn’t say that either,” he grunted. “I’m just thinkin’ about how cold you’ll be. That outfit is only coverin’ so much of you.” He got up from his spot, holding a dumbbell in his hand that he went to place on the rack with the others.

“Uh-uh,” you replied, not buying his nonchalant attitude one bit. “So should I change?” He didn’t respond or look at you, which made you smile from ear to smile. You knew you were getting to him. Zoro was never a man to voice his arousal or flustered feelings too often, but his body language spoke volumes. “Here, maybe this will change your mind about it,” you giggled.

Out of your belt, you pulled out a fake sword that glinted in the light. “Look-it! And no, it’s not real.” Zoro turned to you and his eyes widened an inch at the sight of the sword in your hand. He walked towards it with heavy footfalls from his boots and examined the sword. “It damn well looks it,” he commented, in awe at how real the fake sword looked. “Just don’t pull this out at the party. You might make the wrong impression.”

“Guess I’ll have to leave it here then,” you sighed, placing it on your lap. You looked up at Zoro who was still staring down at the sword. You could almost feel the temptation radiating off of him. “You can touch it, you know,” you purred. “But only if I can touch yours.” His emerald eyes met yours, noticing your change in tone and the shift in the air.

You took his hand in yours and placed it on the sword, causing him to glide a finger over hilt. You then stood up and pressed your lips against the thick column of his neck, smiling at his hitched breath. You then pressed your tits against his big arm, giving him a feel of what he’d be missing if he didn’t admit how much he loved this outfit. “Pull it out for me,” you whispered against his ear. “We can have a sword fight.”

He practically shoved you aside as he walked away from you as fast he could while you hysterically laughed at your goofiness. “You’re fuckin’ ridiculous,” he sighed. And ridiculous you were…but so was he. He wanted to kick himself when he realized how hard he was for you. “Goddammit,” he muttered, picking up at his sweats.

You noticed immediately. “Wait…are you hard?”

Zoro was still turned away from you and went to clean his other exercise equipment, but you stopped him by jumping in front of him. He glared at you, wondering what else you were planning. He didn’t at all expect you to grab a handful of his hardened cock, emitting a groan from him. “You are!” you laughed. “So you do like the costume!”

Face beat red and clammy, he batted your hand away. “Shut up,” he growled. “What the hell were you expecting walkin’ around in that? It’s like you planned this from the jump.” Silence swelled around you and he raised an eyebrow at your wordless response. “Didn’t you?” he demanded.

Now he was getting it. Once again, you pressed yourself up against him and this time, he didn’t shy away. “You know, if we’re going to a party, I’m gonna have to move around in this.” You placed a hand on his broad chest, admiring the taught skin and tatted ink across his big pecs. “Think you can help me test that out in twenty minutes till the party starts?”

A fire flashed behind Zoo’s eyes as he gripped your ass in one hand, both cheeks fitting in his palm. You whimpered at the rough contact while his fingers on his other hand toyed with the zipper at the back of your costume. “I can do that and more, mama,” he growled. “Now how the fuck do you take this shit off?”

Thirty minutes later, you found yourself on your back, still in your costume, with Zoro on top of you and fucking you into the mattress below in your shared bedroom. The bed was rocking like a damn ship on a stormy sea with how much hard he was fucking you, your legs up and on his shoulders while his thick cock plunged in and out of you. “Z-Zoro!” you whined through pants and moans of pleasure. “We’re gonna be late!”

Your man shook is head above you, his face red and beads of sweet cascading down his handsome face. “I don’t give a fuck,” he grunted. “Should’ve known better than to have teased me like that. Now you’re gonna take all of this cum, mama.”

And you did. You weren’t too happy when he got nut on your costume and laughed about it.

SANJI (SLUTTY ANGEL)

He didn’t say anything for at least ten minutes. You thought the man was dead.

Ten minutes before, he was fine. You had pulled him away from his duties in the kitchen whipping up dinner before the big Halloween bash that the island you and the crew were currently relaxing on was throwing. Dinner that night consisted of clam and salmon fettuccini with buttered rolls, salad, and pumpkin and ghost-shaped cookies for dessert. Your man really knew had to throw down in the kitchen, which is why he is the chef of the crew.

Sanji was quickly to abandon his cooking to attend to you––his love; his beauty; his one and only. You stood in the middle of the kitchen with him, giggling as he ran his hands over your sides in your fluffy robe. “You sure dinner won’t burn?” you curiously asked.

He shook his head, practical hearts in his eyes. "The sauce is simmering and I just put the rolls on,” he replied, his hands still roaming. “The food is fine, my love. Now, what it is you wished to show me?”

He took your hands and pressed a heated kiss to them, always the one for physical touch as his love language. Lucky for him, it was yours too. You stood up on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, causing him to shiver. “I have a surprise for you,” you whispered. “It’s right under here.” You toyed with the tie of your robe, smirking up at him.

Sanji’s mind began to run wild with all of the naughty possibilities of what could be under your robe. Were you naked? Or in a cute little set of lingerie that adorned your skin and made it look soft and supple? When you finally yanked on the tie and let the robe fall, he was floored. None of his fantasies could’ve prepared him or had matched up to what was actually under your robe though.

When he saw you in your angel costume, he just about died a thousand times standing there. “Ta-da!” you sang. “It’s my Halloween costume for tonight’s bar crawl after dinner. Nami picked it out for me. You like?” You twirled for him, causing the fake, fluffy white wings taped to your back to flutter behind you.

Sanji didn’t know where to look first. You filled out the white corset bodysuit you wore quite nicely, your luscious breasts pushed up against the bodice where fake white feathers traced along the top as well as around the hem of your stockings that looked so damn good on your legs. You paired glittery, silver heels and a fluffy fake halo with your outfit along with a white collar where a silver heart dangled cutely around your neck, nearly smothered by your gorgeous titties the way Sanji wanted to be.

You looked absolutely ravishing.

Sanji didn’t even realize he was standing there, mouth agape and completely frozen. Noticing that your man’s brain had begun short-circuiting, you stepped up to him and snapped your fingers in front of his face. “Sanji, baby?” you asked. “Sanji, can you hear me?”

That’s when he finally blinked and a trickle of blood ran down his nose. A nosebleed. You barely reacted, having become used to your boyfriend popping nosebleeds when it came to you and your sexiness. He covered his nose immediately, luckily stopping the blood from spurting out all over you. “Hang on one moment,” he said, his voice muffled by his hand clapped over his mouth.

When he ran out of the room to assess the damage, you held your stomach in hysterical laughter. That was one of the reactions you were expecting. Minutes later, he came back, nose clean and free of blood “Damn, baby, you popped a nosebleed for me?” you laughed. You went up to him and wrapped your arms around him, pressing your body into his.

He held onto your hips and pressed himself farther into you, making you gasp. Mostly because of the very real, very hard bulge he was now packing in his pants. That was another reaction you were hoping for.

“That ain’t all I’m popping right now,” he playfully whispered against your ear. He pressed a soft kiss there before moving down to your neck, littering your skin in kisses as he did compliments. “You look absolutely amazing, my love. Ravishing, even. No–angelic! Beyond heavenly!”

Now he was yelling. “Okay, Sanji,” you giggled, stopping him from alerting the crew. "I get it.” He pulled away to look down at you, his gaze full of adoration and love that made you melt into your heels. “You are the prettiest angel I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he sighed. “I must be in heaven right now.”

Your hand trailed down to grab his hip, your fingers sneaking under his shirt to press against warm, bare skin and toned muscle. “Not yet,” you purred, “but later.” Sanji shuddered at your touch, pressing his bulge into you fully. “Why later?” he questioned before pressing the slightest kiss on your neck. “Why not now?”

His lips worked your neck as he began to slowly grind into you, emitting a soft whimper from your lips. His big hands toyed with your hips, running over the fake feathers there. “S-Sanji,” you stuttered, “the dinner–��

“Is fine,” he growled against your neck. “I know my cooking, love, and I know it won’t be finished for another twenty-five to thirty minutes. We have plenty of time for that.”

He then pulled away and took your hand, a love-drunk grin on his handsome face that you couldn’t ignore or deny. “Now, my pretty little angel, off to your bedroom so you can take me to heaven.”

And when Sanji took you to his bedroom and slid into your pussy for the first time that night, he could practically see the pearly gates opening for him. Your fake halo and wings shook the harder he fucked you, one hand groping your naked breast while the other gripped your calve.

“Fuck, Sanji!” you shout to the ceiling, seeing stars behind your eyelids as his cock head glides against your G-spot.

Sanji grinned down at you, his gorgeous body coated in a light sheen of sweat and his smile love drunk. “That’s right, angel,” he moaned as he kissed your foot hiked up near his ear. “Take my cock. Let me take you to heaven too.”

Girl, you practically saw Jesus when he was done with you.

LAW (SCHOOLGIRL)

“What’s under the robe?” he asked, squinting confusedly at you. “You’re showering now? I thought you wanted to go to this stupid ass party.”

He sat on the side of his bed in a white tank top that hung loosely on his body, exposing his tatted skin and hard pecs that you love to suck on. You stand in front of him in your fluffy bath rope despite the white stockings underneath. The smile you wore faded at his sour attitude and your hands fell from the flap of your robe.

“Look, if you’re gonna have that attitude, you can stay home,” you scoffed. “I’d have no problem picking up a guy to dance with me in this little get-up.”

You twirled around to stalk toward the bathroom, missing Law’s glare directed at the back of your head.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, fire in his eyes. You scoffed once more, annoyed. You knew he was never a party person, but he also knew Halloween was your favorite holiday. The least he could do was act excited for Luffy’s Halloween party.

Supposedly, it was taking place on the Jolly Roger ship in the middle of the ocean and every single one of his friends (which were a lot) were invited, including you and Law. You wanted to look extra cute and sexy tonight, mostly for your man. But so far, he was coming off like he didn’t deserve any of that.

You turned to him, sniffing rudely at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” you muttered.

In a poof of nothing, he was gone from his spot on the bed and suddenly standing in front of you and the bathroom door. When you turned around, you nearly slammed into him. “Hey!” you shouted, glaring up at him. But Law could glare like it was his profession, making your stomach flip.

“Don’t play with me like that,” he demanded, not even having to raise his voice. “Now what did you mean by that? And what’s under there?” He cocked a pierced eyebrow at your robe, giving you the impression that he would take it off if you didn’t.

You rolled your eyes, but disrobed yourself anyway. There, you revealed your costume to him––a sexy, slutty schoolgirl outfit with a white top tied at your midsection to show a sliver of tummy and low enough to show off your cherry red bra underneath and a blue plaid mini skirt that stopped at mid-thigh and hiked up slightly in the back, barely covering your asscheeks where matching red lace panties were.

You glared up at Law. “There,” you scoffed. “Happy now?”

Law didn’t answer. He was too busy running his eyes over your tits which practically spilled out of your bra and how you filled out the little school skirt. “It was gonna be a surprise, but then you decided to be a grump and ruin it,” you blandly continued.

You watched his face for a reaction, but it was completely blank. Then again, Law had a poker face that he could’ve been born with. “Where…are your pants?” he carefully asked.

You almost laughed at the randomness of his question. Was he dumb? “In my drawer,” you replied. “Pants would’ve ruined the outfit. That’s why I’ve got stockings.” You pointed down at your skintight, white stockings that Law thought were absolutely adorable and wanted by his ears while he fucked you stupid in your school skirt.

He was still quiet, giving you the impression that he was criticizing your costume. It made you nervous. “So do you like it or…?” Still, he said nothing. But when you went to close your robe again and forget about this whole party, he put a hand on yours, stopping you. “You sure you have to go to this stupid ass party?” he asked.

“Law,” you criticized him, “it’s not–“

“Because I think it’d be may more fun for you to stay here and let me fuck you in this,” he continued without missing a single beat. You paused, blinking at him. “W-What?” you dumbly stuttered.

You now noticed how hooded and dark his gaze had become. He stepped toward you and you instinctively stepped back. “You heard me,” he softly growled. “You talkin’ ‘bout meeting some stranger to spend time with at this party just to spite me, when in reality, they’d have no idea what to do with this.”

He took another step your way and you stepped back, ending up falling into the bed back first. You gasped as you tripped backwards and Law immediately found his perch above you where he stooped down to run his lips over your breasts. “Stop,” you softly whined. “C’mon, Law, I have to–“

Your words died in your throat, replaced with a broken moan as one of Law’s skillful hands traveled down between your thighs to rub your pussy through your panties. He did it slowly; deliberately; taking his sweet time getting you wet as his lips kissed your neck.

“Could he do this?” he asked, still referring to that imaginary guy at the party you probably wouldn’t have met tonight. “Could he make my naughty girl feel like this?”

He nibbled at your earlobe, causing you to gasp. “Answer me,” he demanded.

“No,” you whimpered. “Law, please.” He knew exactly what you were begging for, but he wasn’t going to give it to you that easily.

“No, he couldn’t,” he agreed. “And other than a punishment, I think you need some reeducation.” He then rolled off of you, standing before you in all of his big, muscled glory, his cock hard beneath his sweats. “If you wanna be a naughty girl and dress like this, it’s only fair.”

So when he sat down on the bed and patted his lap, you absolutely knew what time it was. You ended up missing the party. Your ass stung too much from Law’s big hand spanking it to walk, your body ached from his rough fucking session to move, and your school skirt was stained with his cum as he pumped his cock all over your ass as he fucked you out of three orgasms.

And you loved every second of it.

SHANKS (SAILOR GIRL)

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

Seriously. He’d been playing poker with his crew for an hour and lost three rounds because he kept staring at your fine ass from across the bar.

He just couldn’t get over your little Halloween costume. It looked as if you were a sailor judging by the blue mini skirt that barely covered your plump asscheeks, striped low-cut top where he could just make out the red lace of your bra underneath, suspenders, and sailor hat tipped low over your head. You were standing by the bar laughing with Nami in her mermaid costume, and Robin in her skin-tight cheetah costume that Sanji was all over earlier.

Shanks felt like a old pervert watching you, especially with how his body reacted to the sight of you. His heart thumped and his cock surged in his pants, desperate to feel you. Why the fuck did you have to come here dressed like this of all places? Sure, it was a Halloween party, but it still wasn’t fair! Did you realize what you were doing to him?

“Damn, Shanks!” Yasopp laughed along with Shanks’ crew. “You’re losin’ everything!” Shanks came back to reality, realizing that one of his mates won and took his share of coin, emitting laughter from everyone surrounding him. “That’s the fourth round in a row,” Yasopp pointed out. “You losin’ the magic touch, Captain?”

Shanks didn’t have the energy to defend himself or even give a shit. Not when he could hear your gorgeous laughter from across the bar. At this point, his cock was ready to rip a hole through his pants with how much he was chubbing against the fabric. He stood abruptly, causing Yasopp to look at him like he was crazy. “Just hold my spot,” he said, barely even sparing his crew member a glance. “I’ll be right back.”

Yasopp noticed his captain’s hyper-fixation on a particular point across the bar and turned to see who exactly Shanks had his sights set on. As soon as he saw you in your sailor fit, it hit him. “Ohhh,” he said in realization. He smirked up at Shanks knowingly. “Alright then. Just try not to scare her off.”

Shanks didn’t even give him an answer. He just downed a shot to give him some liquid courage and put on the charm that he knew was there beneath the butterflies you gave him. They, however, only gave him a harder time, fluttering about in a frenzy the closer he got to you. He could smell your perfume now, giving him some very horrible, dirty, nasty visions that he couldn’t wipe away the harder he tried. All he could do was act like you weren’t getting him hard when he finally approached you and the girls.

“Hey, you,” he smoothly said, already putting on as much of the charm as he could while tipsy.

You turned around to face him, holding your rum punch. The glass was stained with your red lipstick that he desperately wanted to see around the head of his cock. “Shanks!” you happily said. “You finally took a break from poker to be with us freaks?”

“More like with one freak in particular,” Nami giggled, giving Shanks a knowing smirk. She knew exactly what he was here for, as did Robin. “We’ll just leave you two alone,” the black-haired beauty said with a sly smile. “We’ll be playing pool if you need us, Y/N.” She gave you a wink before walking off with Nami, leaving you two alone.

You gave Shanks an apologetic smile. “Sorry about them,” you sighed. “They’re very protective.” Your eyes darted to the left while you sipped on your drink. You appeared shy and almost nervous around him. Unbeknownst to you, it made him feel a lot more confident despite his horniness.

“As they should be,” he replied. “Especially in that little get-up.” He nodded at your costume, emitting a cute little giggle from your lips. “So you’re a sailor? I didn’t realize they made skirts that short for ‘em.”

“Yeah,” you said, almost shyly. “Figured I stick to a sea-based aesthetic for my Halloween fit this time around. The skirt was a little too short for my liking, but Nami insisted I wear it.” You picked at the skirt, trying to tug it down over your luscious thighs that Shanks pictured licking on. “Is it too much?” you asked, second guessing.

Shanks wanted to do everything in his power to make sure you didn’t second guess shit about yourself. Didn’t you realize how fucking sexy you were? “Not at all,” he replied. “You look perfect in it.” You smiled lightly at his compliment, making him feel like he won the fucking lottery. “I’m sure all of these other drunk, horny bastards would agree with me,” he chuckled.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “What, you’re seriously tellin’ me you ain’t notice all the eyes on you since you walked in here?” he asked. Even he noticed it, especially from Sanji’s perving ass. He made Shanks’ horniness look tame.

“Well, they’re irrelevant anyways,” you said, your pretty, brown eyes trailing down to stare at the floor. Shanks raised an eyebrow at your response. “And why is that?” He asked, his interest piqued.

“Because they’re not you,” you murmured.

Shanks heard you. It was impossible not to with how close he was to you, even over the music and loud chatter in the bar. He was initially shocked by how bold of a statement that was, especially from you, but then he grew even more insatiable for you. Now that he knew that the feeling he felt for you was mutual, he was more than ready to stop the flirty shit and get right to having his tongue down your throat; his hands on your ass; his lips on yours.

But he wanted to hear it again, louder this time. No more of that shy shit. So he stepped closer to you until his chest was right in your line of sight, blocking out everything behind him so you couldn’t escape him. “Sorry, what was that?” he whispered. “You’re gonna have to speak up for me, darlin’. It’s too loud for these old ears to pick up your pretty voice if you’re talkin’ low.”

He could how your body reacted to his words––your breath hitched; your teeth sunk into your bottom lip; your eyes grew hooded as they peered up at him through your lashes. “I said because they’re not you, Captain,” you softly replied, your voice taking on a more seductive tone that Shanks noticed immediately.

Yeah. He was definitely fucking you. He’d take you out for the finest lobster dinner and a nice walk on the town later, but right now? He needed to feel you squeezing around him and your soft, pretty voice letting out those moans he knew were inside of you.

“So you wore this for me, hm?” he questioned. His fingers toyed with your skirt, making your breath hitch again. “Interesting. Maybe we can discuss more about this over a walk?” You looked up at him, your lips still caught between your lips. You didn’t nod or even say yes. You just took his hand when he offered it and let him lead you out of the bar into the night.

Moments later, under the starry sky and in the quietest part of town, miles down away from the bar, you and Shanks find yourselves together with his cock buried deep inside of you and one hand pinning your thigh up against his hip while his other hand had your wrists pinned against a brick wall. Soft moans and gasps left your lips every time his cock slid inside of you, stretching out your wet walls, while he groaned at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

Your soft hands gripped his shoulders as his hips nailed into yours, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. You were doing your best to keep quiet, but it felt so good that you just couldn’t. That made him want to cum faster than he planned. “Sorry we couldn’t do this in a nicer place, sugar,” he groaned. “You just look too damn good to pass on.”

His hand slid down under your teeny, tiny skirt to grip and toy with your ass, your panties at your ankles. A shuddering moan escaped your lips as his pelvis rubbed against your clit, sending shivers throughout your body. “Fuck, I don’t care,” you whined into his ear. “Just don’t stop! Please, Shanks!”

Shanks pulled away to look down at you, his body pinning you harder again the wall. “That’s not my name, darlin’,” he sternly said. “Correct yourself or you’ll be missin’ out on an orgasm tonight.” He slowed down his thrusts and he swore that your soul nearly left your body.

“Captain!” you shouted to the starry skies. “Please make me cum, Captain!” He smirked happily at your reaction and his cock surged in response. “That’s much better,” he chuckled. “Now cum on this cock, sugar.”

And you did, right at the same time he burst inside of you, leaving cum dripping down your thighs only covered by the skirt he pulled down for you. The panties though? He kept those.

BUGGY (HARLEY QUINN COSPLAY)

“Is this you coming out as a slut?” he curiously asked. “‘Cause you didn’t have to go through all this trouble, doll face. I already knew.”

He stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth while you stood behind him in the Halloween costume that you were very proud of. You made the outfit and did your makeup yourself. But his reaction sucked all the joy and excitement out of you instantly.

You smacked him upside the head, earning a glare through the bathroom mirror. “Dickhead!” you shouted, irked at him trying hard to peck at your nerves. “It’s my Halloween costume! I’m Harley Quinn!”

You decided to go for the Harley Quinn outfit from the Batman animated series, with the red and black checkered jester one-piece and hat with the cute little pom-poms that dangled from either side of your hat. You paired it with some heeled leather boots and Harley’s mallet which you painted during your downtime. You also did your makeup, painting your lips red and wearing a mask over your eyes that Harley often wore in the show.

You felt cute and sexy. Sexy enough to seduce your clown boyfriend after a night of trick-or-treating…but of course, he had to be a dick and ruin your plans for role-play sex. He turned to you now, standing big and tall so he practically blocked out the sink behind him.

“I don’t know who that is,” he deadpanned. “And were you in my makeup again? ‘Cause that red lipstick looks awfully familiar.” He squinted at your lipstick, running a hand over his blue facial hair.

“No,” you sighed, rolling your eyes behind your mask. “And she’s from Batman. You know the DC comics?” Buggy still stared at you like he had no idea what you were saying. Then a light flickered behind his eyes. “Ohhh, nerdy shit,” he snickered. “Figures as much.”

He turned back around to the bathroom mirror, nearly dripping toothpaste on his wife beater than he filled out completely. Seriously: Buggy is huge. Anytime you stood near him, he made you feel like an ant (which also turned you on). “Says the guy who walks around in clown makeup,” you retorted. “The only nerd here is you, Buggy.”

He smirked in the mirror as he spat in the sink bowl and then dabbed at his mouth with a towel. “And yet people still tremble at the sight of me,” he cockily chuckled. He turned back around to face you, his eyes trailing over how your body filled out the jester suit. “So now what? Am I supposed to fuck you or something?”

You scoffed at his brazen words, planting your hands on your hips. “Oh, my God, you’re horrible,” you groaned, frustrated. “You’re supposed to take me out trick-or-treating!”

Buggy’s eyes widened at you and your plan. ”In that?” he asked, surprised that you even came up with such an idea. You nodded, not at all piecing together how much the suit stuck to your form. It left nothing for imagination, your titties and ass pushing against the fabric. “In that suit, you’d be getting more than just candy, sweetheart,” he chuckled, turning back around to fix his ponytail. He took the aqua-blue locks out of his hairband, letting it fall down his back.

You glared at him, wondering why you even tried in the first place…until an idea came to mind. You smirked at him as he continued to ignore you and prep himself. “Oh, I bet I would,” you purred. “All the fathers out there, especially, will probably be very happy to see me and give me every single bit of their candy.”

Buggy stopped moving entirely, leaving his hair out of its ponytail. “Maybe Shanks would appreciate my costume a little more, you think?” you asked. “Maybe I should see for myself.”

You turned to walk out of the bathroom, a giddy smile on your face as you laughed to yourself. That smile fell from your face the moment Buggy’s disembodied hand zoomed across the room to wrap around your throat. It squeezed, hard, emitting a gasp from you as you struggled to breathe. Buggy’s heavy footfalls thudded behind you as he came up to you.

“Say that again, slut,” he growled. “You know damn well that redheaded bitch couldn’t do shit with you. You’re way too much of a deviant little cockslut for him.”

His hand squeezed your throat tighter, making you squeak out a noise between a gasp and a whimper. His other hand slid down between your thighs, feeling the heat radiating there. “Admit it,” he demanded.

His grip loosened, giving you a chance to breathe. And be a fucking brat. “Not until you admit how much you love this costume,” you weakly shot back.

Buggy pressed himself against you, giving you a feel of his hard-on that slid against your lower back.

“Maybe,” he sighed. “After I’m done fucking that mouth until this makeup runs.” He turned your face to his and ran a thumb over your lips, smudging your lipstick. “Maybe then I’ll love this stupid costume even more.”

A devious glint appeared in his eyes, giving you a taste of what was to come next for you.

#smutty smut #my works #my one shots #one piece smut #one piece one shots #fem!reader #spooky season

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echo-heo · 25 days ago

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Okay here's my SCP post.

I never really got into SCP because to me it looked like if they added Scary Guys to 2ch "believe it or not" lore threads backrooms style. I can't seem to find anything on the English side of the internet about it so I'm assuming y'all have never heard of it but to give an example lemme translate a few of those:

1: Anonymous: 2011/01/30(Sun) 09:55:39 ID:PMjLDGu90

Believe it or not—

A letter from an unknown sender was sent to someone. This instruction was written in the letter: "Add a Lore to this letter and send it to one other person." But he disobeyed the instruction, and spread the Lores widely to an unspecified number of people. After he disappeared, it is said that new Lores were added and were sent to yet another person.

What is 'Lore', exactly?

included in the words 'folklore' or 'internet lore,' Many people may have seen the word 'Lore.' In other words, 'Lore' is a rumor that you've heard, a story that you don't know the basis of that feels like it really happened, A compelling story that sounds like a lie and like the truth, so to speak, an urban legend, etc, It's a story out of a chain letter.

4: Anonymous: 2011/01/30(Sun) 09:59:26 ID:PMjLDGu90

Believe it or not—

A man awoke one morning and cried, "I have no nose!" The next day, "I have no ears!" and the next day, "I have no eyes!" But on the fourth day he cried nothing, because had lost his mouth.

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8: Anonymous: 2011/01/30(Sun) 10:03:03 ID:PMjLDGu90

Believe it or not—

"Do you need flowers(ハナ)?" When approached from behind, N turned around. A girl with a bouquet of roses and scissors was standing. It's rare to see a flower seller these days. It seemed that she was not Japanese.

"I'm sorry, but I don't need it."

"Do you not need flowers(ハナ)?"

Looking around the girl's mysterious stance, N hurriedly exclaimed, "No, I need it! I need it!"

There it was littered with cut "nose(ハナ)" that belonged to those who must have said "I don't need it."

9: Anonymous: 2011/01/30(Sun) 10:13:38 ID:PMjLDGu90

"She was asking me, 'Do you need a nose?' There were many human noses in the place where she stood! They all got their noses cut off because they replied, 'I don't need them!' So I answered, 'I need it!' That's all!" Since that day, Mr. N had two noses on his face.

Believe it or not—

...

14: Anonymous: 2011/01/30(Sun) 11:33:00 ID:PMjLDGu90

Believe it or not—

In 1970, the strange series of incidents began at a hotel in a remote countryside in Wales. First, the left leg, then the right arm, and pieces of the mutilated body were found throughout Britain. The examination found that all the bodies were of the same person. Police decided to ignore the incidents when three left arms and two heads of the same person were found.

17: Anonymous: 2011/01/30(Sun) 12:05:34 ID:9d9X1EexO

Ooh, finally a new thread! I really loved that thread, so I'm happy. >>1 Thank you But the Lore about selling flower was q

18: Anonymous: 2011/01/30(Sun) 12:08:20 ID:9d9X1EexO

Sry, typo But the Lore about selling flower was quite long. That's what I wanted to type.

21: Anonymous: 2011/01/30(Sun) 13:35:05 ID:PMjLDGu90

Believe it or not—

In 1968, an express train connecting Florida and Georgia suddenly stopped at a tunnel. When the driver of the subsequent train, who had received the report, went to see what was going on, he found that everyone on the train had already died. And strangely enough, according to the investigation committee, all of their deaths were due to old age.

23: Anonymous: 2011/01/30(Sun) 13:36:45 ID:PMjLDGu90

>>18 I wrote the nose Lore as a two-parter.

25: Anonymous: 2011/01/30(Sun) 21:13:34 ID:PMjLDGu90

Believe it or not—

Stock trader, S, who, after retiring due to mental fatigue, became nauseated just by passing through the train station near to the office building. His psychiatrist friend told him: "When you're passing by the station, repeat to yourself, that station doesn't exist." After that, S, with a pale expression, began to say, "I repeated to myself, there is no such station, and the station actually disappeared." The psychiatrist, upon asking the station, winced as well, because the station of that name actually did not exist on that line.

26: Anonymous: 2011/01/30(Sun) 21:14:27 ID:PMjLDGu90

Believe it or not—

A novelist found a weird note on the bookshelf in his study. On it, in his handwriting— 'Currently, a year is 452 days. A week 12 days. The distance between the moon and the earth, 130 thousand km…' —were completely inaccurate measurements, and at the end, hurriedly scribbled: 'The world keeps getting renewed.' He did not have a memory of writing such a thing. Was he, 'renewed,' just like that.

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I think it would be a whole lot different if these were SCPs. Scary creatures and items catalogued as real instead of mixed in with lies, sharing a single world. IIRC There's a bit about the OP disappearing after going nuts House of Leaves style I wish these were translated into English cause they kinda defined my taste in horror. Compared to these SCP feels way shallower to me. Scary guys. yk.

#scp

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What's John's relationships like in your AU? I know you posted about him and Ray Monde recently, but what about characters like Zatanna, Morpheus+the other Endless, Chas, et cetera?

Ooh! I haven't bumped into all these characters yet in my slow read of Hellblazer (I'm on #76 as of today) but out of these! I see Johnstantine and Zatanna as just friends that trade magic secrets every now and then (no shade to John and Zee shippers! I just subjectively don't think they're a fit). For Chas, they're definitely still friends! I really like their relationship in the City of Demons movie (in itself an adaptation of "All His Engines" which I have not read)- where Chas was part of Mucuous Membrane and was present during the Newscastle incident. I think it adds a great depth to their relationship outside of being the normie friend. I imagine that vampire king character as not only wanting Johnstantine to join his vampire crew and be his spy, but that he's also into him.

Additionally!! I don't know how or when to fit him, but I'd like Noah Ikumelo to exist in some way in my AU. Not only did I enjoy his character in the 2019 run, and feel he could add a great dimension to Johnstantine's life as his surprise son- but he'd also absolutely hit it off with Ma'al, haha.

I have gripes with how sign language and disability was portrayed in this run (and I hear those issues continue into Dead In America) which!! Just makes me more [grabby hands lemme remix it]

#askjesncin #disappointed that John didn't sign BSL at all in the 2019 run despite being fluent enough to understand Noah.#and he faces away when Noah is signing a lot. Like you can tell they did research on the signs but not how to converse with deaf/hoh ppl #Noah and Ma'al would be able to gossip about Johnstantine in peace listen to me

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OOH do you have any old motogp forum recs?? I would love to see what fans were saying in like the early 2000s, but I have no idea where to look

lemme check my bookmarks... r1-forum I've gone through a fair bit, threads dating back to early 2004. motogpforum goes back to early 2005. motorsportsforum picks up late 2006-ish, that one I've gone through in its entirety for the early alien era. motorradonline24 is admittedly in german but has the BIG selling point that it goes all the way back to 2001. apriliaforum also goes pretty far back but it takes a little longer for discussion of actual racing to get going. there's definitely more I've checked out - I might make a proper list at some point, but just to start you off

the thing about these forums is that it's undoubtedly interesting and useful to get some context of fan opinions (good mix of actual nuance/worthwhile discussion and just slagging off a bunch of riders)... but if anything they're even more precious as a record of actual *news* that has otherwise been scrubbed from the internet. there's a lot of drama and controversies and anecdotes that only exist on these forums

which... tbh there's been quite a few that I haven't included in my posts just because I'm not entirely sure they quite pass the burden of proof requirements. but man, so many of them are so interesting. it's a tricky balance. just as an example - one particularly nasty thing casey allegedly said about jorge that IF TRUE does feel like it would add something to my understanding of casey. but the article only exists on forum pages... still, it made it to three different forums I can find and is written in the usual tone of the author, so I feel fairly confident the original article existed. but then again, the article itself is just an anecdotal conversation relayed by one bloke. on the other hand, this is a reputable enough commentator you wouldn't expect to COMPLETELY make it up - and funnily enough I have even found a photo of him talking to casey that specific weekend. on the other other hand, it's a colourful anecdote that might have been exaggerated for effect. then again, I can kinda see casey saying it - not least because casey confirmed in his autobiography years later that he was pissed off at jorge that specific weekend. but it does feel like the sort of thing that should have caused a controversy... like if jorge saw what casey allegedly said you'd expect there to be nuclear winter, and there's no further trace of it. hm

so what do you do with that kind of thing, share it or not? the further you go back with this stuff the worse it gets, where I keep finding - plus am being sent - increasingly wild quotes from early noughties motogp. at least most of those are from news sites, some of them of dubious quality, but generally you'd really like to find at least one other source backing up the quotes. which often you won't get!! so yeah, it's all interesting context and gossip, but as ever I'd advise being wary of the specific stories. even the funny ones. especially the funny one

anyway, all that being said. this ask was sent in relation to a post about laguna 2008, so I'm going to take this excuse to actually share some discussion of laguna 2008

so. taking u through the fan chat of the weekend from one specific forum with select commentary... here's the thread starter

reminder that dani was injured at the sachsenring and would eventually opt against racing (effectively ending his title bid, but michelin was useless anyway that weekend)

relatively good reason to believe in english-speaker (and in particular american) overperformance at the track. obviously hayden won there the first two years, edwards even beat valentino to second in 2005 which has got to be the only time that year he finished ahead of vale. often more familiar with the track, or it just suits their riding style better. and ofc vermeulen did bag a distant third. still. valentino in the trenches if people thing edwards will beat him icl

have to say. the idea of the 125/250 riders going down that corkscrew fills me with a visceral sense of horror

'marco' btw as in marco melandri, in the middle of his ducati season from hell

dovi super popular in 2008 fyi, darling of the posters. everyone was obsessed with his rookie season

plenty of solid foreshadowing happening here you have to say

it is very motogp rider behaviour, and also very valentino behaviour, to look at the corkscrew, go 'hm i don't think this is even safe to WALK down', and then fucking hurl yourself at the other guy into that very same corner as you're both travelling at horrifying speeds on a motorcycle. going tentatively through that bit of the track during practise and then in the race he's making his bike go bounce bounce like a trampoline

wow!

*stares at camera*

still nasty work to say this, he repeated it in several interviews I think

okay, no forum posts during the race itself so now we skip to the post-race discussion

which is what the tone from a lot of posters was like

narrator: casey had not calmed down

(if you watch the podium ceremony and see some of the photos without context, you WOULD think they're having a laff. it's just that they're having a laff while casey is telling valentino that he's lost respect for him and valentino is delighted)

two australians on the podium btw

jorge highside cameo

a lot of people were whinging about a lot of 800cc races being boring because a lot of them were. you can copy and paste much of what people are saying about racing these days, if you want to get an idea of the tone

casey fan writes in

again. cannot be stressed enough how casey very much had not calmed down. but that's the fun thing about that rivalry, like they will ALWAYS have a tonal mismatch between their face-to-face interactions and whatever out of pocket things are being said in the press. casey also really big on the pissed off smile which helps

'not even sure that the riders even touched at any point' is. pushing it

yeah the no handshake thing really didn't get a positive response (casey did ofc eventually shake valentino's hand on the podium)

is it really a clean battle if you think someone will fall off

don't want to say that it's a lost cause because casey DID get smarter about this stuff, but ducati certainly aren't doing shit

so much of laguna and its legacy is about both of them threatening each other lol, please allow him

again, podium chat categorically not a friendly conversation. otherwise qualified casey defence

likewise

thought this was interesting in terms of discussion of actual rules - valentino said a few years ago the move wouldn't be allowed anymore and he thinks that's a good thing

“It needs rules,” he said. .”Because the situation with the overtaking manoeuvers and everything is much more extreme now than it was in Laguna Seca in 2008. The routes have changed a lot, now there is no more grass next to the slope, but the green stripe. “That was done for safety. Because if you catch the grass at that speed, you'll fly away. The asphalt, on the other hand, is less dangerous. In my opinion, however, you have to make a rule and say that you shouldn't touch the green at all - see it as if there were still grass there. “At the level we have reached today, which is extreme in many respects, everyone goes over the curbs and is all green if you don't have a clear rule. I think that's the right thing to do.”

but yeah tbh... I know casey disagrees but I feel like the move WAS probably fine by standards of back then

some more rules chat

and more

"will be hearing big footsteps every time he is in front"

and here we are then. not much that's groundbreaking, but I do find it interesting!! this is a pretty pro-casey audience... most of these forums were generally pretty positive about him. english language speakers were way more hostile towards dani and later jorge for various reasons - you'll also find at least some distaste for valentino in these spaces alongside the usual adulation. so that's the yardstick... this is probably close to as casey-friendly as discussion of the race got among the wider fanbase. it was always going to be a tough sell to air his grievances about this race until a few years had passed. the general reaction was that the racing had been hard but fine, an extremely welcome contrast to the general quality of racing at the time. and almost nobody thought casey should have reacted as he did in parc fermé. interesting contrast with jerez 2005 actually (though admittedly sete not particularly popular in most forums) - sete was low key seen as having a more legitimate grievance than casey. anyway, obviously this blog's stance is that sportsmanship is overrated, but that's how you end up getting the poor bloke apologising in brno

#i did recently find an actual clip of an actual interview valentino did qatar 2004 that i could verify with my very own eyes #which was very exciting. but that kind of thing is winning the lottery of motogp archival research. just won't happen every day #//#brr brr #batsplat responds #heretic tag #the rider for whomst fan perceptions have done a most radical 180 is definitely dani. pretty widely hated back in the day #admittedly that'll be exaggerated in english forum threads - presumably lots of americans there who obviously loathed him #is quite funny seeing casey write about the us fans' pure love for racing like buddy u do know they're just booing someone else right??

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listening to that album last night was a religious experience. i don't get down w country but i do get down w beyoncé. even when i first listened to 16 carriages and texas hold 'em i was a liiiittle on the fence about them bc they weren't really doing it for me, but, they've definitely grown now.

i still have to give the album a second listen to really let it sink in but based off of first listen these are my faves (but i like all of them):

protector, my rose, bodyguard, jolene, daughter, spaghettii, levii's jeans, flamenco, desert eagle, tyrant, sweet honey buckiin', and amen

my rose, flamenco, and desert eagle are way too fucking short like why is she giving me the pinkpantheress treatment rn?????

bodyguard, levii's jeans, and tyrant... i can't say what my plans are for those songs but just know. there are plans.

she slid on spaghettii mad as hell??? "at the snap of my fingers i'm thanos" OKAYYYY?????

miss becky with the good hair better count her days bc bey wasn't playing on jolene...

protector made my heart hurt bad, reminded me of my mom which is very fitting considering rumi being featured on the track

and daughter...ooh i can't even formulate my thoughts on that track it's just so good.

but lemme revisit desert eagle rq bc those lyrics were insane. "dosido and it get creamy in the middle?????" like miss carter???

anyway, tens across the board.

if country always sounded like beyoncé’s country then i’d HAVE to get down with it cmon.

she got me real good with speghettii. gonna be walking around going “but i got shootas and i BANG BANG” for the next week. also didn’t know she said thanos, ty ro. THIS IS WHY I NEED SPOTIFY TO ADD THE LYRICS, bc i’m so ass at actually hearing the lyrics without zoning in, it’s so embarrassing 💔

protector is so gorgeous. i wanted to share it with my mom too (that post of that ss with your mom was so cute btw) but as mentioned before. my mom is very weird about beyoncé. i hate her for it.

daughter is so ugh. reminded me of my relationship with my father and made me feel all powerful n shit, i can’t even get into how relevant it is to me 😭

yeah i gotta give it another listen too. soon as i get over how obsessed i am with my faves rn. i have to add tyrant, riiverdance, and II hands II heaven to the list

#ttm <3 #ro ml <3

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i saw that one cora sketch compliation you posted on like oct 22nd and your style kinda stuck in my head. and then recently more of your works would worm their way onto my dash and i was like “ooh lovely something about this seems familiar i like it” and then today i finally clicked on your profile and realized “OH IT’S THE SAME PERSON!!” and i scrolled through all your art and i was like “ooh lemme add this to my queue. *gasp* oh yes this too. oh, have to queue this.” it’s like an all you can eat buffet

tldr: your style sticks in my brain and i love it ♥️ thank you for creating so much wonderful art 🙏

CRYING REAL TEARS RN YOU'RE SO NICE THIS IS THE COMPLIMENT EVER❗️❗️❗️❗️ I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS THANK U THANK U FOR LIKING MY ART❤️ things like this make me keep going THANK YOU MWAH

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onboardsorasora · 1 year ago

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2, 4, 16, 22, 56, 58, 70 & 74 😊

hey Bestie!! it took me a minute lmao but here we go!

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

Short answer: I try to. Long answer: I try to have an outline where I might jot down ideas in the spaces I think they can go and then I just write and see what happens. That's why I don’t like posting my big fics til theyre done because I add a lot of stuff after the fact.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

😂😂😂 I know a lot of my ideas are very… out there and wonky. And truly it could be a random thought or a conversation/media– anything and if it snags then I try to think ‘ok [idea] what comes next’ and if its something I get excited about, i have a whole lot of moments where I’m audibly going ‘ooh but what if…’ and then I take up my phone and make a note in a doc. Some ideas get chosen, some don’t.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

So I’ll answer this in two ways: how many fic ideas do I have written down right that havent been fleshed out or posted: 9

How many of these ideas have more than just ‘idea au?’: 4

One of them is a music teacher au, where Daniel is a private music tutor and he’s supposed to be teaching Max how to play piano/cello (i haven't committed to any yet) and Max spends their tutoring time watching Daniel’s hands/fingers and how he feels the music and jacks off about it

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

I currently don’t have any because I’m willing to get out of my comfort zone to try new things (for example my new Dewis fic– terrified of doing a poor Lewis characterization)

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I think I have to give myself some props on my ideas and being able to actually flesh them out into interesting stories. And my comedy. (and my ability to put angst in everything lmao)

58. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc)

I do love outlining. And then I procrastinate starting, because I find writing to be all encompassing, like I will ignore life if I’m trying to get an idea out. Editing is the part I like least, but it makes me giddy because that means I’m almost ready to share my idea

70. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I actually don’t tell people anymore. Because then they think it means I can write anything and that’s just not true. But I used to be embarrassed to tell people when I wrote Inuyasha fanfiction haha so there are people that know and more than likely have forgotten. I don’t hesitate to tell people i read fic though, so idk

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

Oh this is hard because I truly don’t know if theres anything I that I do across fic. If there is, please lemme know!! I’ve managed to shoehorn a twilight (movie) reference in 2 of my big fics tho so that makes me giggle

#thinking about this was fun. might have learned somethign new about myself #thanks for asking Anon!#ask game #answered #anonymous

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https:/antibinary69420.tumblr.com/post/664210396594536448/this-is-a-minor-pet-peeve-but-can-ppl-stop <add another "/" after "https:/"

Ooh i see i used the wrong term ya i def meant individualization lol lemme update post

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genshin-obsessed · 4 years ago

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Drop the link

I did in another ask 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 I could make a new post with it or something

Ooh lemme add it to that navigation thingie

#pocket tries #thicmitten

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sohin-ace · 5 years ago

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Joseph - Makeup

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3. This is an old work, the writing has improved ever since.

Enjoy~

You were on your day off of work. Joseph who was your long time friend asked you to join him in the south since he was going to Mexico for yet another bizarre adventure.

You didn't live very far from the frontier so you accepted. Right now you were staying at a relatives house while they were abroad. Joseph told you he would come over, and so you waited for the guy.

Speaking of the devil you heard a violent knock on your door, scaring the living daylight out of you.

"Y/N open up!! It's me!"

You would recognize that booming voice anywhere. You rushed to open the door, smiling to yourself, and greeted him coolly, leaning against the door frame.

"Oh hey there big boy." you smoothly said "So you need me?"

Joseph played along a smirk present on his face and pushed you inside by your shoulders and closed the door behind him.

"Listen up woman, I have an amazing plan and only you can be my accomplice for this!"

You furrowed your brows, showing him your best 'wtf' look. That's Joseph for you, always coming out of nowhere with funny businesses. And always putting you into them too.

"Oh? What can I do for you then? Nothing weird, this time, I hope." you said, feeling a bit suspicious.

He smirked darkly and leaned in dangerously close to your face.

"Remember when you said you wanted to give me a makeover?"

Your eyes lit up.

"Oh my goooood" you exclaimed "It looks so good on you !!!"

Right now you were applying a nice shade of blush on Joseph's cheeks.

Turns out the guy needed to look like a sexy woman to bait some pervy guards at the millitary base entrance, and, let's face it, even with the best make up artist in the world it would have never worked.

The guy was 6 feet tall, built like a freaking wartank with a deep ass voice, his 'genius' plan was doomed before it even started.

But you still accepted to help him because there was no way you would pass on the golden opportunity of seeing Joseph Joestar crossdressing. No, it was too beautiful.

You didn't even bother making him look good, you just played with the make up, trying different shades and techniques, in fact you could get used to it. It was way too fun. He also asked you to put earrings and hair accessories on him.

What a great day you were having.

"Y/N add more. Who do you think I am?" he asked as the 'natural' look didn't seem to be enough for him.

"You're the boss." You dabbed your brush into the pan, taking some product.

"More!" You dabbed again, your eyes squinting at him. That was more than enough, what the hell was he even babbling about. Before you could bring the brush to his face, he yelled.

"MOOOORE !"

"DUDE STOP! THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH I CAN PUT ON A SINGLE BRUSH! SHUT UP!"

"BITCH, MY FACE, MY RULES. NOW PUT MORE OF THAT SHIT ON ME, WOMAN!"

You violently slammed the blush against the table and grabbed your lash curler, bringing it inches away from his eye menacingly.

"Lower your voice, Joestar, or I won't hesitate to use this." You threatened with a dark, quiet tone, and the man flinched, backing away from the scary-looking apparel.

"Eeww, what is that??? No, really what is that creepy ass thing?? Get that away from me, you witch!" He squirmed in his seat, not even imagining what girls would make a use of a torture weapon like this.

After this, you applied another huge unblendable quantity of blush on him. The guy was way too into this for his own good.

"Also this color is good, no! This one!" he pointed at the strongest, deepest shade of red lipstick you had in your stash. You giggled like a japanese schoolgirl. You couldn't wait.

You took the chosen lipstick and put your fingers delicately under his chin, tilting his head up towards you. You leaned in close to his face to apply the lipstick. He subsconsciously puckered his lips to help you and you thought that was pretty cute.

Even if Joseph was your friend you couldn't help but find him very charming and attractive.

Although you made him look like a thot right now, up close you still weren't immune to his strong masculine traits and the faint smell of his cologne.

You blushed a little bit and you swore you could feel his face warm up as well, but you couldn't be sure since the amount of make up probably hid his potentially blushing face.

You stared at his lips as you applied to color and thought of how perfectly full and plump his lips were. You had to muster an astronomical amount of self control to resist the urge to kiss him.

As if he was reading your mind, he purred, smirking.

"So, am I making you gay, yet?"

"Ooh, I am so gay right now, you don't even know." you played along, joking with him.

It was always this wholesome with him. Your expression softened as for you, it was delightful to be with him, and to look at him.

You finished and smiled at the results. He looked... 'gorgeous'.

"Lemme see!! Lemme see !!!" he demanded excitedly.

You showed him the small mirror and he let out his infamous "OH GOOOOOD" and you swore you could see stars in his eyes. You could hardly supress your laugh at his precious reaction.

After 30 minutes of him trying different dresses -and destroying half of them since they weren't even close to his size- you managed to find him something that fit, or at least that fit with some arrangements.

Luckily for him, it was colorful and bright with a bunch of patterns, blue, pink, purple, yellow, you name it. Joseph was in bliss. You on the other hand were this close to pissing your pants.

"Now Y/N give me the biggest boobs you can! That's the most important part!"

Ah yes... The most important part.

"Ah! I forgot about that uh.. What can we do.. Ah! I think I must have some melons around, is that okay?"

"He he he he he" he laughed his signature laugh "Perfect..."

"OHHH MY GOOOOOODD" He stared at himself in the body length mirror and you just wanted to die in the background.

"I'M SO.... SEXY !" He started to play with his fake boobs moving the fruits all around in unnatural ways and you were crying so hard behind him you could only bury your face in his back and slap him repeatedly trying to calm down and breathe.

"JOJO I CAN'T-" you laugh-sobbed "You look so amazing I'm-" you wheezed, not even able to finish your sentence.

He joined you on your laughing spree, thinking about how much of a genius he was.

Sometimes you were so grateful to have him in your life, only him could make you laugh like that with his weird shenanigans. You hoped he never changed.

"So Y/N, how is it like to be the ugly friend? No don't answer, actually, it's hard for me too, being this hot is a lot of pressure." He said with a shit-eating grin and striking a pose.

"I wish I could give you at least half of my boobs, you desperately need some."

"Oh shut up, you ass!" you slapped him arm hard, blushing a bit at the unnecessary comment on your chest size.

"Now if you're finished get out!" you said half jokingly.

"Thank you again sister~ You're, like, the best girl everrrrrr" he spoke with a disgusting voice impression of what he imagined girls talked like, which ended up sounding stupid.

"Ewww, you're welcome Jojo but please stop talking like that" your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

After a while he decided it was time for him to go and put his plan to execution. He thanked you again with a big grin, opened the door and walked off. But before he could go too far you called him out.

"Ah Jojo!" He stopped and turned around to face you.

"I'm all in for your weird plans and stuff but please... Be careful, and come back safe..."

Joseph noticed the seriousness and worry laced in your tone and he approached you.

"...Of course, I promise I'll be back in one piece." he then softly pushed your hair out of your face and pressed his lips against your forehead gently.

You closed your eyes and softly grabbed his hand that was still lingering at the side of your face and squeezed it lightly before you let go. He separated from the kiss and just like that he was gone.

You stood there at the doorway, watching him go on his motorbike, with a worried look on your face until you realized.

"Wha- he smeared the lipstick all over my forehead !!"

Tequila Joseph is what I aspire to be as a woman.

#reader #x reader #reader insert #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #battle tendency #joseph joestar #joseph #writing #jojo no kimyou na bouken #part 2 jojo #part 2 #joseph x reader #joseph joestar x reader #tequila joseph

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ghostadas · 4 years ago

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Hey! I saw your latest food post and the picture of the soup looked supergood!!! What is the name of the dish? I wish to try it!

Ooh that’s my Abuela Carmen’s White Bean & Spinach Soup!! It isn’t written down, so I’ve done my best to make a recipe for it! None of the measurements are exact, I usually eyeball it but that’s the tradition lol. Lemme know if you try and make it and if there’s any questions you have!! It’s SO yummy but a bit time consuming!!

Ingredients:

1 12 oz bag Northern Beans

2-3 slices of bacon

2-3 pork loins/boneless pork chops (any cut will do though)

1 ½ fresh chorizo

1 cup of diced ham

3 large cloves garlic

2-3 sprigs of thyme

3-4 large bay leaves

3-4 medium sized tomatoes

¼ of a white onion

fresh cilantro

1 pint of broth, could be veggie/chicken but rlly whatever you have in stock! I used leftover pork broth from making tamales and it was stellar

1 tsp Oregano or to taste

1/8th tsp white pepper

Salt to taste

Directions:

Presoak beans in a pot of water, bring to boil for 2-3 minutes, drain then allow to rest covered for 30 minutes. Then, fill a pot halfway with water and bring to a simmer, adding the beans. They should have a couple inches of water on top of them. Add sprigs of thyme and bayleaves and allow to simmer on medium until tender, usually about an hour!

While beans are simmering, begin preparing the meats. Each are cooked separately then drained of excess oil, cleaning the pan in between each. The order doesn’t matter!

Take the pork, make sure it’s cut into bite sized chunks, lightly season as desired—I usually use sazón or garlic salt! Fry over medium heat in a skillet until cooked, drain oil and set aside.

Repeat process with bacon, chorizo and diced ham, cooking each separately and cleaning pan in between. Make especially sure to drain bacon and chorizo well, or else the soup can become greasy. I usually blot it gently with paper towel as well.

Periodically check on the beans, if you find the water had reduced too much, go ahead and add the broth here. If it’s still got water, continue ahead.

Once the meats have been cooked, begin the salsa. Wash and dry tomatoes, cut and peel a quarter of a white onion, peel 3 cloves of garlic, and add to a blender with a small handful of cilantro. Blend until smooth.

In a skillet, add a tbs of olive oil and heat on medium. Once oil is ready, pour the salsa and cook, stirring regularly. This usually takes about 5 minutes, when the color becomes a darker red it’s done. Add your meats to the salsa and allow to cook a few minutes together, then pour into the pot of beans. Add broth, and simmer for 20-30 minutes, or until beans are soft and well cooked. Season to taste, I like to add oregano, paprika and salt and white pepper as needed. This is your soup tho, so feel free to adjust and follow your palate!!

At this point, add a bag of spinach, stirring in handfuls until wilted. Add another pinch of cilantro, cover and allow to finish cooking, usually 5 minutes.

I highly recommend this soup with a good crusty bread, I like to make my own to go with it! It’s pretty time consuming but it’s SO delicious and especially good to use up leftovers. Hope you enjoy!!

#recipes #anonymous #asks #theo cooks

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gwenbrightly · 5 years ago

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The Little Mermaid Incident (aka the beach day everyone deserves)

Crossposted from ffnet. I’ve been meaning to do a beach day themed chapter for Of Milk and Cookies for awhile now, so here it is!

“This feels… weird…” Lloyd commented absently, digging his toes into the sand. Kai gave his brother an odd look.

“The sand feels weird?”

“No. This. Being here, at the beach to relax without the threat of an evil warlord bent on world domination looming over us?” he explained, tilting his face toward the sun and enjoying its warmth. Nya slung an arm around his shoulders.

“After everything you’ve been through, you’ve earned it, Lloyd. Taking today to chill and have fun is exactly what you need! And just look how happy your dad is.” she told him, watching as the former villain helped his wife spread out a picnic blanket not far away. The sound of laughter floated over to them. Lloyd grinned.

“I wasn’t sure, at first. If they were gonna figure stuff out. You know?” he admitted hesitantly, “But they’ve both been really great about it so far.”

Kai gave his hair a ruffle and said, “I’m really happy for you, green bean.”

“Me too,” Nya agreed, “now let’s get over there and join the others before Cole completely buries Jay.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” Lloyd noted with a laugh. The two ninja in question were throwing sand at each other with gusto. The buckets they had brought for sand castles had been long forgotten. He followed Kai and Nya as they approached them, ignoring his slight limp. The lingering effects of his injuries made it difficult to completely forget the events leading up to this moment, but he was happy to put the memories out of his mind for now.

“Do I even want to know what’s happening right now? I thought you were gonna make a scale model of the city.” asked Nya as she ducked a wayward clump of wet sand. Jay gave her a look that clearly meant save me.

“We were. But dirt clod over here decided it’d be funny to bury me instead…” he complained.

“So I know this looks bad but-” Cole began to protest before Kai interrupted him.

“Nah, I can definitely see the appeal in torturing Jay.”

“Hey!” the master of lightning glared at Kai, “not helping.”

“Listen. You know those pictures where people bury their legs in sand and make it look like they have mermaid tails and stuff? I was just thinking it’d be funny to take one of those and send it to Zane.” Cole explained, resisting the urge to toss more sand at his best friend. They had all been a bit disappointed that their nindroid brother couldn’t wouldn’t be joining them til later in the day, but they understood his desire to spend as much time as possible with his father. There was no way of knowing how much longer they had. Lloyd’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, that does sound like fun!”

“Okay but I don’t see why I have to be the mermaid,” Jay said, giving Cole a dirty look, “Nya’s like, way prettier.”

“Um… thank you?” she replied. Her cheeks flushed slightly at his awkward compliment.

“Well, I mean, your hair could almost pass for red in this light.” Cole offered.

“And you did grow up in a junkyard. I’m sure you do have whozits and whatzits galore lying around.” Nya added.

“And thingamabobs. He’s definitely got at least twenty of those.” Lloyd joined in with glee.

“But who cares. No big deal. He wants mooore.” Kai began to sing. He wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity to mess with Jay.

“Jay wants to be where the people are. Jay wants to see, wants to see them dancing,” the others joined in loudly and more than a little off key, “Walkin' around on those, Whad'ya call 'em?”

“Oh, feet!” Nya practically shouted. Jay shook his head in resignation. His family had become far too invested in this for his liking.

“O-okay fine. I’ll do it. But only if you stop singing about me like that.”

“Thanks for being such a good sport, buddy.” Cole told him, slapping his back. He sighed and then plopped himself down on a particularly nice-looking patch of sand.

“Well, might as well get comfortable, I guess. I expect to look fabulous by the time this is over.” the master of lightning joked, already scooping up whatever sand was within arm’s reach.

“Oh, don’t worry. You will.” his girlfriend promised. Lloyd nodded enthusiastically.

“We got you covered.” he declared before grabbing a bucket and wandering off in search of seashells to decorate with. This beach was much nicer than the one on the island. He hadn’t enjoyed that experience very much; it had been gloomy and cold and had quite honestly been full of traumatizing experiences. But here there was sun, and warmth and pretty shells, and sea glass that had washed up with the tide. It was peaceful. Lloyd found himself wishing they’d done this sooner. His parents probably weren’t going to appreciate all his newfound treasures, though. Most of the things he’d put in his bucket were not going to be donated to Jay’s new look. He smiled with delight, spotting another sand dollar to add to his collection.

“Yo, Lloyd, get your butt over here.” the Green Ninja heard Kai shouting in the distance. He pocketed it and trotted back to the others. They had managed to completely bury Jay’s legs while he was gone and now Cole was carving a scaly design into the sand-tail.

“Oh, yes. These will work great!” Nya exclaimed, rooting through his Lloyd’s bucket. He snatched away some of his more precious finds before she could claim them for Jay.

“Betcha I could help you make a lanyard with one of these pieces of sea glass later, if you want? I saw a tutorial on Ninterest that looked cool.” she offered. Lloyd considered this for a moment. It would make a nice gift for his mother – a peace offering to show that he was doing his best to let go of their rocky past.

“Sure, that’d be neat.” he agreed.

“Okay, you two. Show me the goods. I get full veto power on anything that isn’t mermaidy enough.” Jay told them, doing his best to hold still so he wouldn’t disturb the sand piled on his legs.

“Is that even a word?” Kai wondered. The master of lightning gave him a look.

“It is now. I’m a mermaid so I would know.”

Nya rolled her eyes and held up one of the shells she’d snagged from Lloyd.

“Whaddya think, Ariel, is this one a keeper?” she asked her boyfriend. He examined it carefully.

“Ooh yeah, I like it.” he replied.

“What about…” Lloyd took his time choosing another shell, “This one? “

“Nah, that one has a piece chipped off, see? Mermaid princesses don’t wear chipped shells.”

“More for me, then.” Lloyd shrugged, happy to return the shell to his collection. They cycled through more shells and eventually they began to run out of places to put them.

“Please tell me that was the last of them? If we add any more shells, Jay’s gonna start looking tacky.” said Cole.

“It is. Unless you wanna fight Lloyd to the death for his ‘favorites’ or something.” Nya assured him.

“I just think they’re cool, okay?” Lloyd defended, pulling the bucket closer.

“How about we take that picture, now.” Kai suggested gently. Jay nodded in agreement. He was starting to lose feeling in his feet.

“Please. As fun as this has been, I can’t hold still much longer.”

They called Garmadon, who wisely refrained from asking questions, over to take the picture for them on Cole’s phone. He waited patiently as they arranged themselves so that everyone was visible, the sight of his son so happy making it all worthwhile. Once everyone was in position (which was an adventure in itself), they smiled brightly while the former warlord snapped several pictures.

“Thank you,” Cole said as he took his phone back from Garmadon and flipped through the images, “guys! These are gold!”

The others crowded around so they could see too. Nya turned to Jay, who was still half buried, and offered her hands.

“Want some help up?” she asked.

“Sure,” he grinned, wanting to see himself in all his mermaid glory before Cole sent the picture to Zane. The master of lightning grabbed his girlfriend’s hands and prepared to be launched from his sandy prison. Unfortunately for both of them, Nya yanked a bit too hard. They both ended up sprawled on the sand, prompting Cole to take even more pictures. Kai and Lloyd snickered as the two struggled to disentangle themselves.

“You better not post those on Chirp.” Nya muttered. The master of earth shrugged in a way that made it clear he planned to do exactly that the first chance he got.

“Alright, lemme see.” Jay demanded once he was back on his feet. Cole tossed him his phone. He smiled broadly when he saw the results of his mermaidy suffering.

“Oh, yes. I can’t wait to see Zane’s reaction to this.”

“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I could do with a bit less sand covering my entire body. I’m gonna go rinse off.” Nya declared, heading for the water. Lloyd watched absently as she, Jay, and Cole raced towards the waves after sending Zane a copy of their shenanigans. Kai stood next to him. He didn’t seem interested in joining the others.

“You’re not gonna go swimming?” Lloyd asked.

“Nah. Water’s not really my thing. And besides. You look like you’ve got something on your mind.” Kai told him.

“I’m just… wondering what happens next, that’s all.” Lloyd explained. Kai regarded him carefully for a moment before responding. There were a lot of unknowns now that the world was beginning to return to normal. But that didn’t mean Lloyd should be stressing out about the future. So Kai settled for something simple.

“You get to be a kid, Lloyd. You go home and find a good hiding place for all that stuff you’ve got in your bucket. You spend time with your parents and stay up way too late reading comic books,” his brother cracked a grin at this, “Maybe even get Nya to help you with your multiplication tables so you can stop counting on your fingers – don’t think I haven’t noticed that. But at the end of the day, whatever you decide, it’s your choice. I know eventually Master Wu will have stuff for you to do, but in the meantime? Just be a kid, okay? You deserve that much.”

“O-okay. I think I can do that.” Lloyd decided. He hadn’t exactly gotten to just be a kid lately. It sounded… nice.

“Good.” Kai told him, ruffling his hair.

“Thanks.” he replied, giving the older boy a hug. Returning it, Kai said, “It’s what big brothers do, green bean.”

They stood there in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the peacefulness of the afternoon. The sound of Nya screeching as Jay dunked her could be heard in the distance, bringing them back to reality.

“You sure you don’t wanna go in the water?” Lloyd broke the silence.

“Would… would you believe me if I told you I can’t swim?” Kai admitted, looking sheepish. Lloyd stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was lying.

“You do realize you were the first to suggest swimming back to ninjago when we got stuck on the island, right?” he said at last.

“I… yes that is true…” the master of fire stated. Lloyd smacked him.

“Dude, you need serious help. You could’ve died.” he exclaimed.

Kai held up his hands in surrender.

“I know, I know. Getting myself killed would’ve been a dumb move.”

“The dumbest,” Lloyd agreed, dragging him towards the water, “but you’re at least gonna come put your feet in. And we are so revisiting this later.”

“Okay, but I take no responsibility for any splashing that might happen as a result of your pestering.” joked Kai, giving in to Lloyd’s demands with little protest. After all, the sun was bright and the water was cool, and in this moment, the world was at peace. Whatever the future held could wait.

#ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #myfics #OMAC #mermaid jay is a hill I will die on #just... don't ask how I came up with it because I sure as heck don't know #family shenanigans #Kai can't swim #Lloyd hoards seashells #Nya is such a supportive gf

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threeletterslife · 4 years ago

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Hihi Chana!! I hope you’ve been doing well and you enjoyed your winter break (I’m not sure if you’re back at school yet)! Anyways, I just read the random text “fic” you posted and that was very entertaining :,,) I’m also super excited for your new fics 👀 Jkdfjklds I love how most authors have a WIPs page of like 3-5 works and then there’s you... with the whole entire year planned... I wish I could be ask organized smh :,,) I’m looking forward to A Kiss to Forever, Before the Looking Glass, (1)

(2) Across the Madness, While the World Rests, and the Isles of Death the most :D *a moment of silence for most of them not matching the ones you’re looking forward to the most aha* To add on to an earlier anon, yES YES it’d be really cool if you posted more behind-the-scenes/notes of your fics!! I would definitely read them :,,) And please,.,. The Ignis Fatuus JK spoiler being tampon *yn slaps him* jsdkfds 😭 the accuracy :D anyways, I hope you’re having a good day :3 🌻

omg yes! i enjoyed my winter break! thank you for asking 🥺🥺 school started again for me this week 🙄🙄 so i’ve been on the grind again LOL nevertheless, receiving so many positive messages has rlly made my past few days though (:

LMAOO fun fact,,, my random text fics are just a medium for me to release my chaotic crack energy without having to write anything 😭😭 i’m glad you find them entertaining!!

AHAHA yes well i literally can’t live without planning ahead 😀😀 i had to reSTRAIN myself from planning all of 2022′s fics too 😔✋ like i need to chill 😭 but i’m so excited for every single one of those stories on that list!! omg my organization is not just a blessing it’s a curse tho :’) i swear i spend too much time organizing and planning that sometimes, by the end,,, i get too tired to even DO the stuff on my list bYEEE (so maybe not being organized is the real blessing here LOL)

anyways, lemme just say... YOU HAVE TASTE 🤩🤩🥳🥳 i mean, seriously. all the stories you picked... like ALL of them make me feel some type of way 🥴🥴 ahahaha... you also picked the majority of the ANGST stories (with the exception of while the world rests and pARt of across the madness). but look, i gotta say,,, your taste is IMMACULATE 😳 because those stories have very complex, morally ambiguous characters and an interesting plot (which i’m absolutely a hoe for). you’re gonna be in for a ride LMAO. ooh i especially love the characters in a kiss to forever 👀👀 i mean grim reaper yoongi?? 🥵🥵🥵 couldn’t get any better than that

well i’m glad you would totally read my notes for my fics because i scheduled for aysib’s behind the scenes to be posted later today!! i’ll probably be posting more notes before i’m officially back from hiatus!

LOL yn and jk were such a dynamic duo 😤😤 their ‘romance’ was unparalleled!! though the ending was a tad bit tragic 😀😀 um—moving on!!

thank you for such a kind message once again!! i hope you have a good rest of the day as well!!

#ask #🌻 anon #anon #honestly... i'm really excited to write star-crossed stargazer #it's something totally out of my comfort zone lmao #something that's out of most people's comfort zone #😳😳 hopefully i don't make it flop 🥳

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Hi! I saw ur post on how it’s hard to stan gidle bc of the questionable stuff they do and since I don’t know much about it can u please explain to me anything problematic they’ve done? Not that I doubt u I just wanna know about it

ooh, girl! lemme tell ya. this is gonna be a long one, and i will preface this saying i absolutely do not have all the facts and details, but this is what i’ve gathered in my time being a mostly soft neverland.

when (g)i-dle debuted they released this v beautiful mv along with their debut song latata. in the mv the girls had henna in their hands, which, ok. nothing too bad, right. but that was just the beginning of a very weird history of cultural appropriation.

then they released another banger: hann (alone). amazing vocals. amazing sound. cool choreo. but the mv was littered with all these…hm. middle eastern references. which. ok, latata also had some of that. it’s…ok. maybe they’re just going for A Thing. it’s ok. this is just their first comeback, their second single overall, and their first digital single release ever. BUT during one of end of year shows, the girls found themselves in hot water bc they had a stage where they had freaking synagogue as their backdrop. not even like a cool 3d stage, it was printed synagogue on freaking sheet. we all collectively had a very oof moment. (also, shuhua had like, no lines in this song. a crime on itself.)

after that came senorita. which should have been called señorita. it was catchy, it was replayble, it was spicy. it was also also kind of weird how they had a guy just singing “señorita” in the background, and no other lyrics in spanish, other than soojin saying “señor” by the end…hm. also the beat is just very generic “latin-inspired” song. in one of their live stages they had a fake-ass mariachi band as their….back up dancers. or whatever. they were just in the background pretending to play the trumpets. which personally i found more funny than offensive. but also i’m mexican and when momoland dressed up in ponchos, sombreros and fake mustaches, me and my sister just laughed and went “haha we do look like that!” i can take a joke. like, very easily. (also, if you want a more tactful latin-inspired k-pop song, listen to vav’s senorita & give me more. absolute bops imo.)

after that came uh-oh, which is a very clearly an old-hip hop inspired comeback, even down to the mv. it’s proooobably my favorite song of theirs ngl. this comeback wasn’t…too bad or shrouded in controversy, ‘cause tbh the mv director did a pretty good job at paying homage to late 90s/early 2000s music videos. but still, some people were skeptical considering the rep they had been building up. and at this time it was becoming very clear that soyeon is calling the shots, or at least has the most say out of all the girls both in songwriting and art directing when it comes to their concepts/mvs.

during the summer/fall of 2019 gidle participated in the competition show queendom. in the show, during the planning of the stage performance for their cover of 2ne1′s fire, soyeon asked yuqi to make “tribal sounds” for the opening of the song and sing it like she’s “an african chief” and said this was how they could keep their sound, which she describes as “ethnic hip.” it was. gross. and the rest of the girls just laughed it off. queendom pretty much ended up confirming everyone suspicions that soyeon is the one coming up with these ideas and the rest of the girls are just there to do what she says. you can look up the behind the scenes and planning of the stages on m-net’s youtube channel. soojin doesn’t even get a word out when they were planning the fire stage. it’s…weird ngl. you can’t even accuse m-net of evil editing this one bc she just says that! like, wtf. anyways [here is an excerpt of the video]. she says it with such a straight face, too. ew.

people demanded an apology from gidle, soyeon more specifically. it never came. so people boycotted their next release: lion. honestly i don’t know if any transgressions happened during this time cuz i was just so put off by what was mentioned above that to this day i can’t really even vibe to lion. it just brings a guttural disgust to my whole being.

i’m little iffy on the timeline here – bc like i mentioned, i was keeping as far away as possible from gidle at the time cuz of soyeon’s comments – but i do remember that some time after yuqi found herself in hot water for a comment she made about shuhua during a livestream that went like she “needed darker skin to be a police because her white skin wouldn’t let her to catch criminals at night.” or at least that’s how a fanclub made it sound like. it sounded v suspish, but a lot of fans came to her defense saying the joke was poking fun at how fair shuhua is and how she wasn’t actually making fun of darker skin. the fanclub that made the translation actually came out with a letter of apology saying they had rushed the translation and the joke was actually little more nuanced than what they made it out to be. regardless, yuqi actually apologized on a fancafe letter. which was actually really nice of her, since the mistake wasn’t so much on her part, and if anything this is a way lighter offense than anything soyeon has ever done or said, and yet….

[here is a koreaboo article that includes screenshots of the fancafe letter and a translation]

it’s been awhile since gidle/soyeon have said or done anything since – well, it’s been a while since they have released anything, and they’ve been under a microscope since the queendom incident. also, i haven’t payed attention at all to what they have been doing, if they have been doing anything, lol.

their latest transgression has been the very blatant, very suspicious uplifting of imagery from fka twig’s cellophane mv onto their mv for their newest single, oh my god. @anna-something made a [post] which very clearly lays it all out, screenshots and everything. considering all the evidence above i have to say this one also falls on soyeon’s shoulders yet again. also, as i was making this post someone commented on an yt comment i made on a mv reaction of the mv (since i’m not gonna give them views, lol) saying “maybe they have the same mv director.” i looked it up, they don’t. cellophane was directed by andew thomas huang, while oh my god was directed by yoon rima.

in conclusion, it is very exhausting to try to stan (g)i-dle. wouldn’t recommend it. mostly because soyeon does not seem like the greatest person ever. now, i will say i am all for cultural appreciation! in fact, i tried to believe that’s what they were going for during senorita. but… it’s become very clear that soyeon doesn’t understand there IS a line between appreciation and blatant appropriation, so she tends to fall on the latter. if she just apologized, strived to be better, and actually took the criticism and applied it towards becoming a better person – and therefore a better artist – than i could get behind her 100%. but as it stands right now, i don’t like her. i don’t like her at all. i have given her chances, but she does not seem to want to accept her missteps. she doesn’t even addresses them at all. and i’m tired. if yuqi could, why can’t she? i doubt cube, as shady as they are, is keeping her from releasing some sort of statement.

if she intends to make it big over here in the west she needs to grow up, she needs to apologize. until she does that she will continue to jeopardize not only her own career, but also yuqi’s, miyeon’s, soojin’s, shuhua’s, and minnie’s careers, and they really don’t deserve that. she might be the biggest voice in the group, but she’s also the one dragging them down. APOLOGIZE, SOYEON, GODDAMMIT!

if anyone wants to add anything else that missed, please feel free to do so.

#gidle #dont even say this is standard for kpop i will cut u #its 2020. this should not be excused #anonymous #ask

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