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Under the Microscope, Chapter 12 (Yandere Sabo x Reader)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

TW: light violence and gore at the beginning, medical whump afterwards.

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Sabo POV

Sabo was always in control. He always had been, always had to be. First he had to control himself around his biological family, pretending to think like them and pretending to like them. Next came Ace and it went without saying that Sabo was the one who kept his cool. Ace was brash and emotional, always getting them into trouble while Sabo was the one getting them out. Not to say he didn’t like it - Ace was his brother, his twin, his mirror. 

And Luffy was his own situation entirely.

At work, Sabo was the chief of staff and as such had tremendous responsibility to his subordinates. He ran meetings, planned raids and battles, kept the organization flowing smoothly. He was in his element, controlling the coming and going of the RA with ease.

Sabo never drank in excess either, never once blacked out, never did drugs. He always wanted to be mentally available and secure in the knowledge that he'd be able to do whatever was needed. On the island, Ace was prone to getting black out drunk and often tried to get Sabo to join in. Sabo didn't see the purpose behind it but dutifully held Ace's hair back from his face when he was puking the next day.

Sabo never acted out of passion or anger on the battlefield, using his wits as a weapon in conjunction with his pipe. He had heard stories about people seeing red and losing themselves during difficult fights, but Sabo never felt that way. Fighting was part of his job, it was rarely personal. 

And yet, Sabo had no memory of the massacre he and Ace committed against the Marines who had hurt Sunny. Sabo wasn’t one for purposeless carnage, he tried his best to keep fatalities to a minimum on his missions. The last thing he remembered was telling Sunny to close her eyes but everything after that was lost. He snapped back to reality when Ace grabbed his arm and held it back, preventing him from swinging again. 

“I think they're dead enough Sabo,” Ace said with a grimace, glancing down. Looking at the deck, Sabo saw a head that had been bashed in beyond recognition with only a pool of brain and bones left on the deck.

Looking down, he realized he wasn’t even on the deck of the RA ship anymore. Somehow he was standing on the Red Dog’s Den, the Marine ship that had come to attack them. Getting his bearings, he saw Ace shoving charred corpses off the side of the ship, joining the hundreds below. The ocean was full of corpses in various states of destruction bobbing gently in the red tinged water. The Sea Kings would be eating well, that was for sure. Sabo could pretend that he felt bad for killing all those Marines, but he didn’t. They deserved what was coming to them for trying to kill Ace and hurting…

“Ace, where’s Sunny?!” Sabo yelled frantically, searching desperately for her smaller form on the deck of the burning RA ship. If he had hurt Sunny in the melee, he would -

“She’s already in the infirmary, Iva took her. She’s on this ship, the RA commandeered it,” Ace said, kicking a Marine corpse off the ship. 

“Are all the Marines dead?” Sabo asked, knocking the brains off his pipe with the sole of his boot. 

“Yeah, we got ‘em all. There were like, thousands of ‘em. Some made it to the RA ship but you set it on fire so…” Ace shrugged as he trailed off. Killing wasn’t new to either of them but Ace was lost in his thoughts, Sabo had seen the far away look in his eyes before. Sabo didn’t have time right now, he would catch up with Ace after he saw Sunny was alive. Tearing off for the stairs down to the lower levels, Sabo gripped his pipe tighter in his hand as he practically flew down the halls to the infirmary. If there was one thing he liked about Marine ships it was that they were all built with the same design. He’d been on a similar ship a few years back and they hadn’t made any significant changes to the style.

Bursting through the door of the infirmary, Sabo scanned the area quickly for Sunny. There were RA soldiers in some of the beds, most of them looked alright though some would need extensive help from Iva. As Chief of Staff he would have to ensure the health and wellbeing of his soldiers but right now he could only think of one person. Barging down the aisle, he saw Iva’s purple curly hair in the window to a patient room. Skidding to a halt in front of the door, Sabo composed himself for a moment before turning the handle and entering the room. 

Iva was patting your arm as you lay in the clinic bed. Bandages covered nearly all of your visible skin, some of which still had bright red blood seeping through. Your hands were cocooned in bandages, none of your digits free from the wrappings. The portions of your face that Sabo could see were bruised with broken blood vessels beneath the skin, your jaw at an angle that suggested it was broken. If he had been watching for you, if he’d been faster, if he’d seen you on the deck sooner, he could have prevented all of this from happening to you. He couldn’t ever repay his debt to you for saving his brother using your brilliant mind and your devil fruit power. Now that he thought about it, he’d left you in seastone, how had you removed it to save Ace?

Mulling it over, the door creaked as Sabo opened it slowly so as not to disturb your sleep. As he approached you his stomach roiled with the obvious extent of your injuries. He hadn’t seen all that much of your assault but he already knew you weren’t a fighter. You didn’t have combat experience and probably hadn’t taken a punch since basic training. Sabo knew you weren’t able to defend yourself, that’s what he had promised to do for you. And he’d failed, not only you, but Ace as well. He couldn’t protect you, couldn’t protect Ace, what was the point of being strong if it didn’t help those he loved. 

“Sabo boy, I - I don’t know what to say,” Iva said, your chest rising and falling under her gaze. Sabo didn’t either, the two of them watching the IV lines slowly dripping medicine into your destroyed body. After a few minutes Iva continued, “I know what to say - she saved Ace’s life,” Iva said quietly, still touching your arm. You were hooked up to IVs and had drainage lines coming out of your mouth, reminding Sabo of the first time he’d taken you on a ship. Kidnapped you, really. Sabo set his hat down on a side table, unstrapping his pipe and setting it aside.

“She’s stable but heavily injured. She’ll make it through, none of her injuries are life threatening. I didn’t use adrenaline- it wouldn’t have helped her, just kept her awake and in pain. I’m going to check on the others, make sure things are tied up. Stay with her for a few minutes, Sabo boy. She’s a hero,” Iva said softly, pushing your hair out of your face. You didn’t move or react at all, nothing to indicate that there was anything left of you besides your still breathing body. Iva stood up, clapping Sabo on the shoulder and giving him an encouraging pat as she left. He dropped into the chair Iva vacated. The adrenaline rush from before was fading and Sabo had so much more to do. 

Sabo leaned over the bed, getting a closer look at you as your chest rose and fell evenly. The left side of your face was nearly black and it was particularly pronounced around your left eye. He reached for you with his hands but retracted them when he saw that his gloves were no longer brown but red with blood. It didn’t bother Sabo particularly to know that he’d just been on a murder spree but he didn’t want to infect any of your open wounds. Clutching his knees, he bowed his head, his blonde hair falling in his face.

“Sunny, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m so sorry. I can’t- I wasn’t there in time to protect you. And that was a promise that I made to you when I took you - that I’d be protecting and taking care of you from then on and I  - I didn’t keep it. I can’t thank you enough for saving Ace. I’ll be th-thanking you for the rest of my life,” Sabo said, wiping away the tears that were now falling from his eyes. 

“I’m suh-sorry, Sunny,” Sabo sobbed, crossing his arms on your cot and laying his head down. 

Sunny POV

You’d been tired for weeks, for months, for years. You couldn’t remember a time when you hadn’t felt tired in your adult life. But you’d never felt like this before. Anytime you were able to open your eyes and groggily wake up you wished you were asleep again. It felt like all your bones had been replaced by metal screws, constantly tightening and keeping you in pain. After the first time you woke, you shut your eyes again moments later. To be awake was to be in pain and you couldn’t bear it. The nurses gave you painkillers around the clock to keep you comfortable and you didn’t protest as they kept you tucked deep in sleep, far away from the pain of reality.

The first time you woke up, you thought you were back at your old base. You had a few nightmares during your time with Sabo in which you were back in the Marines and they were going to throw you into the brig for fraternizing with wanted pirates. So when you woke and found yourself in a Marine patient gown on a Marine ship, your confused brain took it for reality. 

You began to panic as you realized your body wasn’t working like you remembered. Your jaw was wired shut, you couldn’t see out of your left eye, and you were in hard casts from your hands to your shoulders. The only place left free were your legs, which were black and blue from internal bleeding. You tried turning your head to get your bearings but it hurt too much to turn very far. An alarm went off near you making you shrink back from the sound. Nearly as fast as the alarm went off, a short, raven haired man came by and turned it off. He wasn’t wearing any kind of Marine uniform and you didn’t recognize him by sight. He was talking at you as your brain tried to catch up to what was happening.

“Good morning, Sunshine! Or afternoon at least. I’m Logan, one of the RA nurses. You’ve been sleeping for quite some time - a few days now. After I get you up I’ll go get Sabo, he’ll be excited to see you’re awake,” he yapped at you as he moved you to sitting carefully as you whined from the painful sensation. RA nurses? On the Marine ship? You struggled to put the pieces together as you tried to recall anything you could from the fight. Logan left you for a moment and you let your head loll to the side. Sabo…you remembered seeing him standing above you, his pipe dripping in blood as he set his gaze on the Marines in front of you.

It was mere moments before Sabo’s top hat appeared in the window of your room. Logan opened the door for Sabo, who stood with his mouth open in the doorway.

“Sunny - I - you - you’re awake,” Sabo sputtered while staring at you, as if spellbound. You couldn’t answer very well due to your jaw but after a moment standing there frozen, he moved towards you slowly.��

“Sunny -” he repeated, reaching his gloved hand out to you as if to stroke your cheek. It wasn’t intentional but you flinched as his hand came close to your face. Sabo had never hurt you but the last memories you had were of someone beating you to death. Sabo’s fingers curled into his palm as he frowned and sat down in the chair by the bed. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, I came here as soon as I heard you were awake. Are you - do you remember who I am?” he asked softly, leaning in closer. You looked at him warily but nodded. “Do you know where you are? What happened?” he continued, his eyes roving over your face. You tilted your head from side to side to indicate that you sort of remembered but the rapid movement made your head hurt. His hands gripped the railing on the side of your bed as he began speaking to you.

“We’re on the Marine ship that was fighting us. You saved Ace’s life and the Marines started to attack you. I got there as soon as I could but I…I wasn’t fast enough to help you before you got hurt. Ace and I - we took care of the Marines and you’ve been here ever since then. It’s been about 4 days since the explosion. We’ve commandeered the Marine ship and are using it to sail to an RA rendezvous point where we’ll switch to another RA ship since we can’t be sure this one isn’t compromised -” Sabo kept talking but your mind felt like it was completely full so you shut your eyes to process what he’d told you so far. Sabo stopped talking and the room lapsed into silence.

“I’m sorry Sunny. I’m sorry I didn’t p-protect you, that you got h-hurt. I told you -” You opened your working eye to see that Sabo had started crying, tears coming out of his right eye as the other remained dry. It was incomprehensible to you that someone like Sabo would cry, especially over someone like you. Wanting to comfort him, you lifted your bandaged arm, the very one he’d put the seastone bracelet on, and patted his hand. Sabo’s head snapped up as he searched your face. He covered your hand with his own gently, like any pressure would break your bones further.

“Sunny -” he started to talk again but you were worn out from the ordeal. You let him hold your hand as his sniffles continued, trying to give him a reassuring look as much as you could. You tried to say his name before drifting off to sleep again but weren’t sure you quite made it.

From there on, you came to consciousness in bits and spurts. It reminded you of the last time Sabo had given you drugs for seasickness but this time you felt like you were still dreaming anytime you were awake. There would be different nurses attending to you but upon hearing you were awake Sabo would come within minutes, no matter the time of day or night. Sometimes he stayed for hours and sometimes only for a few minutes but it was always nice to see his familiar face. He talked to you a lot - sometimes you understood and followed what he said but sometimes you just let him speak at you as your unfocused mind drifted. 

You wanted to see and ask about Ace but it often slipped out of your mind before you could say anything. You tried to grunt Ace’s name to get Sabo to understand but it was difficult for anyone to understand anything you said. Once you thought you heard Ace talking to Sabo outside your room so you listened eagerly.

“ - have to call him,” Sabo pleaded.

“I - it’s complicated. I haven’t seen him since Marineford and I don’t -” Ace started to say, sounding unsure of himself. You wished he would come into your room so you could hug and talk to him but you hadn't seen him yet when you were awake.

“Sunny needs him. She saved your life, I think you can put your feelings on hold,” Sabo replied icily. There was a beat of silence between the brothers before Ace sighed and answered. 

“Of course, you’re right. I’ll call now, I think I still have his number,” Ace mumbled as his voice got quieter and you heard him stomping away. You watched the window in the door hoping to finally see Ace but he wasn’t there. Yawning widely, you reminded yourself to ask Sabo about Ace. After spending that month together you were fairly familiar with Ace and you were getting worried about his extended absence. 

Time passed quickly as you recuperated in your bed, snowed under the heavy painkilling drugs you were given. You were never quite sure when you'd wake up so you tried to just let time wash over you. Sabo was your most frequent visitor, followed by Iva. For someone as vibrant as they were, Iva toned themselves down in your presence. You enjoyed time with both of them but you really wanted to see Ace. Sabo told you he hadn’t left again, that he was still on the ship and would be until the rendezvous point but he hadn’t stopped by. Well, not when you were awake. Once when you woke up you saw Ace’s cowboy hat on the table by the window and another time you thought you saw him leaving the room as you started to stir. You didn’t know what you did to upset him but you wished he would give you a chance to talk to him. 

But that was another problem. Your current physical state was so weak that you couldn’t do anything for yourself. Sabo had given you the rundown of your extensive injuries - broken jaw, broken ribs, internal bleeding, fractured skull, broken fingers, traumatic brain injury and more. As much as your broken bones pained you, you figured that they’d heal eventually. You’d been awake a few times when your bandages were being changed but you’d been too cowardly to look at your own body and see the carnage. You were much more worried about your left eye - you still couldn’t control it or see out of it. It was like half the world was suddenly torn away and there wasn’t anything you could do to get it back. Sabo said there was still hope that you’d be able to recover your eyesight so you tried to stop yourself from needlessly worrying about it. It didn’t work, but you tried. 

Being unable to move meant two things that you disliked equally. One was that you were now dependent on others for nearly everything. When you had to eat, nurses held drinks or food in cups with straws in front of your mouth and had to wait on you until you were finished. Your wired jaw prevented you from speaking while your bandaged hands made you unable to hold anything or write down what you wanted. Your methods of communication had been reduced to pointing in the general direction of what you wanted and grunting. It was trying, to say the least. 

The other thing that you didn’t like was that now there was no distracting you from your thoughts. Not only that but as you began to stay awake for longer periods of time you wanted to do things to occupy your mind. Sabo left you some scientific journals but since you had lost vision in your eye, it took you three times as long to read anything and process the information. You became tired very easily and had to rest often from something as inane as sitting up. You couldn’t write or magnify due to your broken fingers, you couldn’t speak due to your jaw, you could barely read. It was absolutely miserable and you looked forward to the times that your nurses would give you your meds not only for the pain relief but so you could slip into sleep and avoid being awake.

There was one benefit to having your jaw wired shut though - you were able to avoid deep conversations with Sabo. There was so much to discuss, so much left unsaid but in your current state you weren’t able to respond. Sabo apologized to you frequently, always self flagellating over the actions that led you to where you were now. You wanted to tell him to stop beating himself up, that he’d saved your life in return, that you’d always choose Ace and that you had no regrets over your actions. You did have some feelings about the sea stone bracelet but you'd sort that out later as well. Eventually the two of you would have to have those conversations but for the time being you could just avoid them all together.

In your current state, Sabo was attentive to you and took on a great deal of the responsibility for caring for you when he was with you. He often fed you or gave you water, patiently waiting for you to finish no matter how long it took or who asked for his attention. Sometimes you woke up to see Sabo’s hat on your nightstand and Sabo sleeping in the chair in the corner of the room. Since the event Sabo had stopped touching you outside of what was necessary. He convened with the nurses on staff and kept you informed of your progress when you were awake. You found yourself thankful for Sabo’s presence among all the strangers who were treating you. You yearned for Ace to visit but Sabo’s mouth went tight whenever you tried to grunt or sign for Ace in some way. Sabo assured you Ace was alright, that he was just stewing and would come out of it eventually. 

One day (morning? afternoon?) you woke and heard voices talking outside your door. You perked up as you heard Ace’s voice talking to Sabo, maybe he’d finally come in and spend time with you. Sabo said Ace was having a hard time and didn’t want you to see him like that but you didn’t care, you just missed your friend. You tried to listen in as best you could to the muffled voices.

“- be nice. She -” Ace sounded nervous again but you couldn’t see him. You imagined he might be gripping the brim of his hat in his hands, moving nervously from one foot to the other.

“What do you mean ‘be nice’ yoi? I’m nice to everyone. Besides, I know. Everyone knows what she did. It’s alright Ace, come in with me to see her,” an unfamiliar voice replied calmly. 

“No, I can’t. She doesn’t want to see me,” Ace mumbled. You sat up even higher in your bed and tried to make noise to let him know that you desperately wanted to see him. But of course, your wired jaw prevented anything more than an animalistic grunt from leaving your mouth.

“That’s not true and you know it. I’ve been telling you that she’s been asking-” you heard Sabo rebut to Ace with the request you’d tried to deliver a few times.

“I’ll be on the deck when you’re done,” Ace said with finality. You’d heard that tone many times before and it didn’t bode well for your chances to see him. Falling back on your pillows you waited for the unfamiliar person to enter your room with Sabo. You knew that your reaction times were slowed due to having only one eye currently working but you still did a double take upon seeing another of your scientific heroes walking in through your door - Marco the Phoenix.

Your eyes widened as he walked towards you, the Whitebeard tattoo prominently displayed on his chest under his open shirt and doctor’s coat. You weren’t sure that it was hygienic to have your nipples exposed while treating patients but you certainly weren’t going to argue with someone who could cure injury with their devil fruit. 

“Sunny, this is Marco the Phoenix, you may have heard of him. He and Ace were Commanders under Whitebeard together and he was the ship’s physician. He’s going to try to help your recovery if that is okay with you,” Sabo explained. You figured it was something like that but you were glad Sabo was telling you anyway. You nodded rapidly, it had been a lifelong dream to see Marco work.

“Wow, Sunny’s eager to meet you,” Sabo remarked with amusement, noting the gleam in your eye. You nodded even as a slight flush came to your cheeks from the attention.

“It’s an honor to meet you as well yoi,” Marco said with an easy smile. “You’re quite the person of interest in the New World right now,” he continued, snapping on medical gloves. You rolled your eyes, as if you could compare to the brilliance and splendor of Marco the Phoenix.

“Wait Sunny, how did you know about Marco? I thought you don’t know any famous pirates- oh. Let me guess - Marco published a paper in some medical journal?” Sabo asked dryly, giving you an eyebrow raise. You nodded even more enthusiastically, wishing you had your copies on hand for him to sign. 

“I didn’t know anyone actually read those,” Marco said with a small laugh, unwinding his stethoscope from around his neck.

“What were they about?” Sabo asked. You wished you could gush about Marco’s work on cell death and disease impact factors but your jaw was still unmoving. Marco sat down on a stool near the bed and scooted closer to you. You didn’t realize how tall he was, even sitting he still loomed over you. Putting the stethoscope in his ears, he tapped the drum and began speaking to you.

“They’re not that interesting, I promise yoi,” Marco said with a grin. You frowned and huffed as best you could, you found them fascinating and were sure Sabo would too. “I’ll give you a routine assessment first, nothing that you haven’t already experienced. There aren’t any doctors on the RA crew but the nurses have been doing a fantastic job. I want to see where your injuries are in the healing process and determine what the next steps will be. Is that alright with you yoi?” Marco asked, his hands still on his stethoscope. You nodded, a little ashamed of the state of your body.

“Alright, I’m going to start with your internal injuries and work my way to the external ones. Are you knowledgeable about anatomy and physiology?” Marco asked. Sabo scoffed at the question even as you tilted your head from side to side in a “so so” meaning.

“She is, she’s underselling her intelligence again. She’s the world’s leading scientist on lineage factors, she knows more than anyone else in this hemisphere,” Sabo bragged on your behalf as you shook your head. If you were able to talk, you’d argue that you knew a lot about the human body at the microscopic level but not as much as a physician would about disease processes or treating injuries. 

“So you must be the one who made Ace his new Mera Mera as well?” Marco asked, his hands palpating your tender jaw. You nodded shyly as the doctor began his examination. 

Sabo POV

Sabo watched you flush even further as Marco complimented your skills and intelligence. Sabo knew it was a trick to keep you from focusing too much on your physical examination but it still annoyed him ever so slightly. Obviously, Marco wasn’t going to swoop in and take you away, Marco had retired as a pirate and was living on Whitebeard’s old home island. And yet, Marco was charming, charismatic, and you already liked him based on his intelligence. Sabo’s feelings of jealousy wormed through his gut as Marco spoke to you and assessed your condition.

Sabo’s feelings were compounded by the fact that he’d pulled back from you recently, wanting you to feel as comfortable as possible. He tried to spend all his limited free time with you but he always felt like it wasn’t enough. You always looked exhausted, even more than when he first met you. He knew you didn’t like depending on others after a lifetime of independence so he tried to give you as much emotional space as possible. Every time he saw your mitten bandaged hands it reminded him of that day all over again, of all that you’d given up for him and his brother. Which was why Sabo had forced Ace to call Marco despite his deep objections. 

Ace had railed that Marco hated him, that he wouldn’t want to see him ever again, that Marco blamed Ace for Whitebeard’s death, that Marco blamed Ace for Blackbeard becoming an Emperor, the list went on and on. Sabo argued that none of that was true but Ace hadn’t budged. Sabo had resorted to bringing Ace down to the infirmary to look at you in recovery before Ace had agreed to call Marco. Hopefully Marco could heal your physical injuries then help Ace with his emotional ones. Ace had needed to speak with Marco for a long time and this would be a good opportunity to force the reunion.

Marco was an efficient doctor, checking Sunny over quickly but thoroughly. Sabo had to look away as Marco had skimmed his long fingers over your broken ribs, not wanting you to see his displeased face. Soon enough, Marco was rolling back from your bed and writing down notes on your chart. He had clipped and removed the wire from your jaw in anticipation of healing your bones shortly. You clutched Sabo’s hand as pain relief as Marco delicately removed the metal from your face. For what felt like the millionth time, Sabo wished he could bear the pain for you instead of watching helplessly from the sidelines.

“I’m going to start healing you yoi. I’m going to begin with your head then move down to your hands. I’m guessing you are itching for some independence,” Marco said, placing his stethoscope in the pocket of his doctor’s coat and removing his gloves, throwing them in the metal trash can. He raised his right hand with a smile, his hand already enveloped in blue flames. You nodded rapidly, excited for the scientific opportunity as Sabo smiled to himself.

“Start with her hands, she’s going to want to watch you heal on a microscopic level,” Sabo suggested while tossing you an indulgent look. You enthusiastically nodded at Sabo’s words and tried to grunt the word “please” to Marco.

“Sabo knows you well it seems. It doesn’t really make a difference where I start, I’m happy to begin with your hands yoi. My only request is that I also get to see the magnifications, I admit I’m incredibly curious,” Marco said, beginning to unwrap your hands. Sabo hid his reaction as he saw your deformed fingers set straight with braces. Your wistful gaze when you had looked at the clear night sky told him all he needed to know about your feelings towards the loss of your powers even after you’d gotten the seastone he’d put on you off. Sabo had put seastone on himself for a day during your initial recovery as penance but it wasn’t even close to what you’d had to endure.

Marco held your hands in his own, making you blush and look away. Marco looked at Sabo and mouthed the word “cute,” giving him a wink. Sabo didn’t react to the teasing doctor but shifted on his feet, waiting impatiently for your hands to be healed. Ace told Sabo that Marco’s healing flames weren’t painful but Sabo worried anyway, searching your face for any sign of pain. The only thing he saw was fascination as you watched the Phoenix fire dance over your skin. A few moments later, Marco took away his hands, letting you flex and bend your fingers slowly. 

“They might be a little sore but they should be completely healed. Let me know if anything still hurts,” Marco added, now putting his hands on either side of your head. You held up your index finger in a sign for “wait,” and quickly made a rectangle with your fingers, moving the magnification to where Marco’s hands were in anticipation of him healing your jaw. Giving him a thumbs up to Marco, you waited eagerly, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. Sabo wanted to kiss you right there but knew it wasn’t appropriate. Marco began again and you magnified the area. You shook your hands rapidly as Sabo watched cells dance inside the magnification. 

“Wow, I had no idea - this is incredible yoi. Look at that mitochondria you can even see -” Marco had taken his hand off the left side of your face to point out the detail of the cristae.

“Focus Marco,” Sabo snapped, wanting your torment to be over as quickly as possible. Marco raised an eyebrow at Sabo’s words and gave him a sharp look. Sabo had a feeling that if Sunny wasn't in the room Marco's talons would shortly be meeting Sabo's own.

“I assure you I’m focused yoi. I’ve been healing broken bones since before you were born Sabo,” Marco tossed at him. 

“I apologize,” Sabo quickly supplied. He wasn’t in the position to bark orders at someone doing a huge favor, much less Ace’s former crewmate and lover. 

“It’s alright, a lot of boyfriends get nervous yoi,” Marco said with a laugh, tension already gone. Sunny rolled her eyes at Marco’s words but was still unable to respond with his hands on her jaw. When done, Marco removed his hands as Sunny flexed her jaw, wincing as it opened wider than it had in weeks. 

“Your whole body is likely to be sore, it’s not something I can fix for you yoi. It’s not an injury per se, it's your body warning you to take things easy. Let’s keep going and maybe afterwards you can rest in a hot bath. Sabo can arrange it, I’m sure,” Marco replied, putting his hands on your ribs. The rest of the healing seemed to take moments as Marco covered you in his healing flames. Sabo watched the kind flames dance over your skin, so unlike the destructive fire he and his brother wielded. He idly wondered if you would like him more if he had been the Phoenix as you watched Marco, transfixed by the wonder of his power. Once the healing was complete, Marco sat back down on the stool and looked at your face carefully.

“I’ve healed everything I can. Your bones are all healed and set correctly, your internal bleeding injuries are gone as is your concussion. But I will be honest with you and this may be hard to hear yoi,” Marco began. Sabo put his hand gently around your own, letting you squeeze his fingers from nervousness. “I can’t heal your sight in your left eye yoi. My powers only extend to healing, not to repairing things that have healed incorrectly. Your optic nerve was damaged and your eye has already healed itself. It hasn’t healed in a way we would like, but it has healed from the acute injury yoi. I can’t do anything for your sight,” Marco said solemnly. Your hand went limp in Sabo’s as he stroked your skin gently. 

“So - I - my eye - I’m like this forever?” you said, breaking into a sob. Sabo remained strong for you as he wiped away tears from your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” Marco said softly, touching your arm. He kept talking to you but your far away look told Sabo you weren’t listening. 

“Marco, please give us a few moments,” Sabo said softly, his attention focused solely on you now. Marco nodded and left the room, closing the door. Your lip wobbled but you held yourself together while Marco could still be seen through the glass of the door. When the sound of Marco’s footsteps finally receded, you broke down. Sobbing loudly, you screwed your eyes tight as Sabo rubbed circles on your back with his hand. Sabo watched as both of your eyes spilled tears down your cheeks. It was a good sign of ocular health, but he didn't want to tell you that now. You pulled your hands out of his own to wipe your face with your sleeves as your cried quietly, your sobs the only thing in Sabo's mind. Mentally he prepared himself for the torrent of harsh words you were likely to tell him shortly. You'd tell him that you hated him - for the kidnapping, the seastone, the beating, and now the partial loss of your eyesight. And he'd take everything you had to say, he deserved it. Looking up at Sabo from where you lay in the bed, you hiccuped and began to speak.

“I-i’m sorry. I don’t want y-you or Ma-marco to think I’m ung-grateful. Thank you for hic saving my li-ife. I’ll th-thank Marco too. I’m j-just sad ab-about my eye. I c-can’t see as well or sniffle read as we-ll and I wo-won’t be able to research. Bu-ut at least now we m-match,” Sunny said with a watery smile, pointing to Sabo’s dead left eye. 

Taglist: @mfreedomstuff@epochal-oracle @divinedolliebun @rebeccawinters

[trainer-from-unova]

spider under the moon

english ao3 🕸️ spanish ao3 🕸️

SHIP: moon knight x spiderwoman!reader SUMMARY: after the incursion you ended up in another dimension without being able to go back to your dimension or your ex's, but there's a man (or rather three) who look like his twin, so you can't help want to be close to him AU: post-incursion (post-Doomsday and Secret Wars) C/W: light angst, crying, unhealthy coping mechanisms, stalking, crush confession, bittersweet ambiguous open ending A/N: english isn't my first language, sorry if something's weird expressed WORD COUNT: 1138

The first time she saw him she didn't pay attention to him, she couldn't imagine how important he would be in her life, or rather, how important he wouldn't be — besides, she was busier fighting on the battlefield of the new world that had emerged from the incursion. Part of her wanted to believe that everything would work out, that he would find a way to fix everything since he was an expert in the multiverse and that one day she would see one of those orange, hexagonal portals appear in front of her again, but the more realistic part of her conscience told her to forget about those fantasies and accept her new life once and for all.

Moon Knight was identical to him in physique and even, dare she say it, in (a) personality (and even one of them speaks Spanish). He was so close and yet so far away... Even though she knew he wasn't really him she wanted to get closer and hopefully have the same relationship she had with Miguel, but she didn't know how. With Miguel everything was more natural and easy, maybe because they had more things in common, but with Moon Knight everything was more complicated: he had several personalities, he wasn't a Spider and he was a lone wolf. She was only lucky to meet him a couple of times, guarding the streets of New York at night. She thought about offering to team up with him, but she suspected there was little chance of them agreeing, and deep down she knew it was better to stake out separately, to cover more ground and protect more people.

Still, even though she knew it was wrong deep down, she sometimes stalked him. It was the closest she could get to him, and she also knew it was pointless, but she couldn't help it. She followed him at a safe distance, swinging between the buildings from web to web. But that night, for a moment, she lost sight of him. She landed on the roof of the building where she last saw him, glancing in all directions over the edge of the cliff. When she gave up she raised her hand to throw another web and leave, but it was cut off by a sharp object thrown behind her before she could jump.

Surprised by the attack from behind and the fact that her spider-sense hadn't warned her, she turned quickly to throw another web, not to swing away but to catch and immobilise the attacker, but he dodged it.

"Moon Knight!?" she asked completely surprised and confused to see that the attacker was him, changing her pose from an attacker to a defensive one. He was a superhero but there was always the possibility that he was controlled by a villain or something like that. "Why did you attack me?" she asked concerned and even a little hurt.

"Why are you stalking me?" he asked seriously, pointing at her with a nod of his head. She felt less terrified now that she knew he wasn't being controlled by any villain and didn't really intend to fight her, so she relaxed her pose. But the terror was still there, mixed with embarrassment that she had been discovered. She wanted the earth to swallow her up.

"I wasn't-" she said nervously, feeling her eyes watering. "I just-"

"Don't play dumb with me," he said seriously and now also annoyed as he magically removed his mask, showing that familiar face and facial expression. Instead she had to reach up to remove hers. On the one hand she didn't want to be seen by him like that, but on the other hand she thought that hopefully he would take pity on her when he saw her embarrassed face, apart from the fact that if she was going to cry and she couldn't help crying under it, it was uncomfortable as she couldn't wipe her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she hastened to say, and thought it best in that situation to be honest. "I like you," confessing that once and for all felt like pulling off a band-aid — painful but by doing it quickly the pain was short-lived.

"...What?" he asked still (and even more) surprised and confused, but also calmer and making the decision to slowly approach her. As she watched him approach, she felt her cheeks grow redder with each step he took.

"I know it's hard to believe," she said overwhelmed, "but-"

"No, I believe you," he said. "I've noticed the way you look at me when we meet, when you're not wearing a mask," he reported matter-of-factly (though thankfully without a mocking tone), and she grimaced in annoyance at the information and blushed even more when she realised how poorly disguised she was with her eyes and expressions.

If it wasn't for the incursion she would be patrolling the streets of her universe's New York or be in 928, in the Spider Society with Miguel and many others who understood her perfectly, and not living this embarrassing moment with him. She couldn't help but shed a few silent tears from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks.

"It won't happen again, I promise," she nodded apologetically, looking in another direction, not daring to look him directly in the eye, especially at that moment when he was so close. "Now, if you excuse me..." she said as she quickly wiped her eyes and cheeks, pretending to put her mask back on and run off with the web between her legs.

"Wouldn't it have been easier to just... I don't know," he asked with a shrug, genuinely curious as to why she liked him and why she thought it was a good idea to stalk him, and also wanting to stop her and even comfort her after seeing how concerned she had been by this encounter and conversation, "to ask me out?"

"Mmm... I suppose," she said sighing apologetically, "but I didn't dare. Watching you from a distance seemed like a better option," she confessed as she shrugged, still not daring to look him in the eye, let alone dare to say the word "stalking" aloud.

"There's no need to cry or to be afraid of me, I don't bite, you know?" he asked, or rather, he reminded in an attempt to make her feel better, trying his best to sound as kind as possible and not too tired, but such an emotional situation was beyond his abilities. He wasn't very good with feelings (specially romantic ones), that was Steven's thing, and he didn't want to give him control of the body because it was his turn and he also didn't want her to think he was uncomfortable enough to run away and change personality.

"Yeah, that's the problem," she thought, remembering Miguel once again.

[rlimagi]

Eyes

Pairing: Uma x Reader

Request: Hi !! Can I please have a fluff Uma x reader fic ? Reader is Uma’s longtime girlfriend 💙 I’m so excited there’s an account for descendants fem x reader !!!!! I’m so excited to read your writing !!

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any.

Note: I started writing this since a few days ago but I kept rewriting it because I didn’t feel satisfied with the ending. So this might have a part 2 if my brain wants to work with me again.

You were Mal’s twin sister, which meant you had the utmost unfortunate experience of having Maleficent as your mother. You never experienced the motherly love you’ve always craved for, so you didn’t know what love felt like until you met her.

At a very young age, you found your love in books. Fairytales about princesses and magic were your favorites because they’ll always end up living happily ever after, and you wanted that so badly. But your love for what many other kids claimed, ‘nerdy’ became the reason you would always find comfort alone in your room instead of doing things a villain should do. Which meant you were a total loner.

You were a disappointment to your mother and as for your twin, you guys had always been close, though being polar opposites. Mal and Jay were the only friends you had and it stayed that way for years until one night.

You had just returned your books back to the library, if you could even call it that, the area was dark and you couldn’t see the paths clearly so you stumbled on an unfamiliar alley.

It was full of older kids, most of the kids on the isles were trouble makers but the kids there were the oldest of the bunch and the worst of them all.

“Hey! Isn’t that Maleficent’s kid?” An older boy shouted out, walking towards you as his gang backed him up. Those kids were pirates, you weren’t sure how that worked out since the isles had no open water for them to sail and rob other ships, but you weren’t going to question them.

It was ironic that you’re the daughter of one of the most evil villian, yet you could barely make eye contact with people who aren’t your sister or Jay, nor fight.

“Shouldn’t she have purple hair, like her sister? Why is it blue?” An older girl spoke up this time but she was as scary as the rest of them. You stood still as she took a few strands of your hair and examined them.

“What should we do with her? Do you reckon it’ll be a good idea if we kidnap her and ask for ransom money?” Another boy smirked, his crooked teeth showed as he cracked into laughters like the rest of his crew.

You were terrified for your life as the rest of them surrounded you but then a voice called out.

“How about you leave her alone, Henry?”

You turned around to see a girl your age but her eyes showed no fear, only confidence and dominance.

“Uma, you’re no fun. Imagine all the money we’ll get from her mom and don’t you hate her sister?” The boy she called Henry shook his head as he placed his dirty hand on your hair and messed it all up.

“Hands off or I’ll tell my mom that you’re the one who broke all her tables last week.” The pretty girl clapped back as she glared at the older boy.

Henry sighed in annoyance before gesturing to the rest of his crew to follow him out. “You’re lucky Ursula’s your mother.”

Your eyes followed as you watched them kicked everything in their way, probably out of annoyance that they got dominated by a kid 3 years younger than they were.

“Thank you.” You muttered, face reddening up when she smiled and nodded. You’ve never seen such a beauty like her before, not like you’ve met a lot of girls.

“No problem, they were annoying me all week anyways…but hey, what’s your name? I’ve never seen you around here before.” Uma smiled, her eyes were dark yet it was so sparkly for some reason.

“Oh I’m-“ You were about to introduce yourself when your sister and Jay, came out of nowhere.

“Yn! We were looking for you everywhere, where have you b-“ Mal rushed to your side, face filled with worries but she abruptly stopped mid sentence when she looked at the girl standing beside you. “Oh it’s you. Hey Shrimpy~”

Your eyes widened up in shock at your sister’s reaction to Uma. You knew your sister was a bully in a way, to other kids but it was just shocking to see her like that with your own eyes. Especially to the girl who had just saved you only a few minutes prior.

“Why are you here with her sis? You’re going to turn into a shrimp if you stand too close to her.” Mal’s grimace turned into a smirk as she pulled you away from where you were.

Uma’s smile turned sour almost immediately after Mal and Jay came. Without saying anything, she gave them both a nasty glare before running away.

“That’s so not cool, Mal.” You pushed your sister away before heading home on your own, ignoring the shouts from behind.

After that night, you secretly went out late at night looking for her. You didn’t want to look for her when the sun is bright because your sister or Jay might find out. Eventually, you found her sitting alone on a dock.

That night, you gave her the biggest apology for your sister’s behavior and asked her to be friends. Luckily, she didn’t have anything against you and agreed.

That was the day your love story started to blossom. After a year of secretly being friends, Uma she asked you to be her girlfriend and of course you agreed.

But fate separated you both after the 3rd year of your relationship, because you were invited to Auradon. You were ecstatic since all your life you’ve always dreamed of getting out of the isles, and you might have a chance of having a happily ever after like those fairytales you’ve enjoyed so much. But will you actually ever find one if your lover won’t be there with you?

When you told Uma that you won’t be going if it meant that you’ll never see her again, she got upset that you’re throwing away your dream, just for her. She didn’t want you to sacrifice your happiness like that, so ultimately you agreed but with a promise that you’ll try everything in your power to see her again.

Your life on Auradon was great, the people were nice, the food was spectacular, and it was a breath of fresh air and eventually you started to forget the life you left behind.

“Yn, can we talk?” Your older sister rushed to your side as you were lying against a big oak tree, trying to read a book.

There were a few decent books back in the isles but it couldn’t compare to the ones Auradon had. After arriving at Auradon Prep, you’ve gain a lot of friends but got close to Jane the fastest after she discovered your love for books and introduced you to a few of her favorites.

“Oh, sure! What’s up?” You smiled before patting on the grass next to you, gesturing her to sit there. Pulling your attention away from the book, you noticed Mal’s sullen expression and you knew all too well what it meant. “Spill.”

Mal sighed before the look on her face turned on into a slight frown. “I’ve just had a disagreement with the other VKs and Ben. They just don’t get me. And I tried to find you first but I swear you’re everywhere yet nowhere at the same time.”

You chuckled, patting her shoulder before asking. “You know I can’t stay still. Well then, what did you talk to them about? It can’t be that bad right?”

“No, but it’s just…” Mal stopped for a moment while her eyes drifted off to the distance, to where the isles were.

“Okay, I think I get what you’re thinking of. You want to head back and they don’t?” Mal was a hard person to read, but luckily you were her twin who could read her like an open book. Even without the spells.

“Yes! I just miss being…bad, no rules, no people throwing microphones into your face and asking invasive questions. I just miss being me, you get it right?” Of course you understood her, you could see it from miles away.

You saw how she had been dealing with her new title as Ben’s girlfriend and soon the future Queen of Auradon. It was a lot of responsibility being thrown on her, you knew she would break soon enough.

“I get it, I do miss beating up nasty old men, stealing candies, and...” the thoughts of your girlfriend flooded all over your head. “Her…” you whispered.

“And?” Mal looked at you, confused. You’ve never told any one of your friends, even Mal about the relationship between you and Uma. Mal hated Uma and the feelings were mutual with Uma, they hated each other’s guts and honesty it was hard hiding the fact that you were dating the girl your sister used to bully.

You blinked, getting caught off guard before faking a cough. “Umm, nothing!”

Mal nodded but you knew she was still a bit suspicious but chose to let it go anyways. “I think, I’m going to go back.” Mal claimed confidently as she abruptly stood up. Not even a second later, she looked at you back with vulnerable eyes. “Should I? I don’t think I’ll be coming back and I don’t want to leave if you’re all going to be mad at me for doing so. Especially you, you’re my twin and your words means the most to me.”

You sighed, following her action. “Mal, .you’re my sister and as your sister, I say you should do whatever the hell you want. No matter what, and no matter what we will always be sisters.” you wrapped your arms around her shoulders. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Thanks, I really needed that. Do you want to come with me, maybe?” Mal chuckled before punching you jokingly.

Your breath hitched, immediately thinking of Uma. You did promise that you’ll find a way to see her again.

“Thanks Mal, but I do need to return these books back to Jane first. You go a head and I’ll find you there after I’m done.” You smiled before pointing to the piles of books that laid next to you. “I’ll know where to find you.”

“Got it.” Mal nodded. “Talk to the others for me okay? They don’t know I’m leaving, at least not yet.”

“Of course, you can always count on me.”

When you arrived at your shared dorm with Evie and Mal, a freaked out Evie rushed to your side. “Yn! There you are!” She exclaimed, pulling you inside before handing over a note. “Did you know about this?”

You looked at Mal’s goodbye note before looking back at your best friend. “Of course, she talked to me right before she left.”

“And you didn’t stop her?!” Evie gasped, pulling you to sit down on your bed.

“Nope.” You replied casually before popping a few gummies into your mouth. Your table always had sweets in stock for you to munch on. You’ve never had any sugar before but after arriving at Auradon, you’ve never gone a day without them.

“I’m planning to go too, now if you’ll excuse me.” you muttered before walking past Evie to grab a notebook which you had written down all the useful spells on. Honestly, you were cursing yourself for not thinking of a way to meet her until now.

“Wait what?” Evie asked in shock before blocking your way as you were about to head out. “Well you can’t leave, not alone anyways. We need to tell Ben about this, he’ll know how to get her back.” Evie said before pulling you with her.

“Slow down Evie! She’s just giving little old home a visit and if she decides to stay there then, well we can’t do much about it!” Your voice echoed across the halls but went unheard as Evie dragged you into Ben’s office.

The next thing you know, you were pulled into the Limo with Carlos and Jay sitting beside you. The ride to the isles wasn’t too long, but you were nervous extremely nervous yet excited at the same time. You haven’t seen her in 6 months, what if she found someone else while you’re away?

Your worries never washed away, even when you bumped into Gil after landing. He was the only person in the world who knows about your relationship with Uma. How he knew didn’t happen on person.

During your second year anniversary, you and Uma had sneaked out to go on a date late at night on top of the roof of your school’s building. It was sweet and romantic but then Gil for some odd reason was there and walked in on you two making out. He swore not to tell anyone and luckily he kept his words.

“Ben, before you go in and talk to her…you need to prepare yourself for the worse outcome, alright?” You called out to Ben right before he walked up the stairs. He frowned slightly but nodded anyways.

“This is what Mal needs, no offense you’re great and I love you for her but sometimes she just needs to get back to figure things out with this side of hers…alright you can go now I won’t stall any longer.” You patted his shoulder before pushing him slightly.

“Thanks Yn, and don’t worry. Whatever Mal decides, I’ll respect it.” Ben said before rushing up the flights of stairs.

You nodded and looked back at your other best friends who all shared the same nervous looks. Not too long after, Ben came down looking devastated and ran off into the darkness. You knew that he would get lost being all by himself so you left the VKs and followed after him.

“Ben?” You called out but got left with no response, you swore he was just there a minute ago. “Ben, buddy. Is that you?” You asked once you saw a figure walking up to you.

The alleyway was dark since there were barely any light source so it was hard to identify who it was. Not too long after, you found yourself losing consciousness.

You woke up to the sound of people yelling and running around your surroundings. “Hey, Yn! Wake up!” you felt a hand nudged yours and suddenly you were finally aware of where you were. Uma’s territory.

“Ben!? Is that you? Why am I tied up? Why are we tied up? What the hell is going on?” You whispered back, squirming as you tried your hardest to get the ropes to loosen up. Of course it didn’t but it was worth a try.

“I talked to Uma who’s like the captain here, I really messed up by forgetting about the other kids who didn’t get picked” Ben replied, deeply regretful for forgetting his main goal for the future of Auradon and the kids who were punished because of the faults of their parents. “It was my goal to bring every kid to Auradon. But then I got so busy with being a King that I had forgotten about all the innocent lives out here.”

“Wait Uma was here? Never mind, don’t blame yourself. You are an amazing person and King, we’re all forever grateful that you gave us a chance to figure out who we are. And it wasn’t your fault for forgetting, you’re still a kid who became King and suddenly got handled all the responsibilities.” You had always thought of Ben like a brother and he was amazing.

Ben was different than all the other royals, he didn’t have to care but he did by bringing 5 villian kids to Auradon and giving them a chance.

Everyone was outraged, but Ben didn’t care. He wanted change, and it’s starting to happen slowly but surely. “You can always make your goal happen, it’s never too late for anything.”

“I promise the first thing I’ll do when we get back to Auradon is find a way to get more kids out of here.” Ben said in determination. After exploring the island for a while, he could see how terrible the conditions were.

“I know you will.” you replied before everything went quiet. All the pirates stopped at their places and you could hear someone untying Ben and before you knew it, Harry walked past you with Ben being pushed towards the plank.

“Boo!” Someone whispered in your ear, scaring the living soul out of you. Then you heard a laugh, the voice of the only person you’ve ever loved. Uma.

“Hey baby, did you miss me?” Uma smirked as she moved to stand right in from of you. Her hand held up next to your face as she teasingly pinched your cheek. She had always adored the way your cheeks reddened up whenever she did that.

“Do I?” You teased back, enjoying how she acted annoyed whenever you played with her but you knew that she secretly loved it. “Kidding, of course I do! Now can you please untie me?”

“I kind of like it when you’re tied up though, that way you can’t go anywhere else.” Uma replied back jokingly but you could see it in her eyes that there was some truth in that. Ever since you guys became a couple, you had never gone a day without seeing each other at least once. And ever since you got sent to Auradon, you have been apart for longer than 6 months.

“Uma, I really wish I could bring you to Auradon with me.” You said sincerely as she untied you from the pole.

Uma stopped for a moment, looking at you with a smile before leaning in. Her hands trialed from your neck to your face before pulling you in for a much needed kiss. Even after kissing her so many times, the same spark and fluttery feeing from the first one will always reappear.

The way she looked at you, the way she touched your lips, the way it made you feel like you were floating, it was everything. She was everything.

“I know, but don’t worry. You’ll be able to bring me with you after Mal gives me the fairy godmother’s wand.”

You looked at her in confusion. Uma and Mal were clearly not on good terms so why would your sister willingly do that. “What are you saying?”

Your question was left unanswered as Uma broke eye contact, her smile turning into a mischievous grin after seeing visitors stepping in her territory.

You were confused by her sudden change of demeanor before looking the same way she was heading to, Mal and your friends were there.

You knew that it would not end well, at all.

[vertumnanaturalis]

Ok so originally I was gonna make one post with a whole ton of them together but uh. it got too big. So instead take some headcanons to match my design for Councilor Besk

God tumblr is going to ruin the quality of this

Councilor Besk

Birthday: Early Quiet Age: would have been 36 on New Year's Day the year the game starts, turning 37 shortly after

"The adults only talk about Councilor Besk in hushed whispers and and melancholic, well-practiced platitudes nowadays, never letting the topic linger before pushing it on to something else."

(Spoilers for late game content below)

Besk died almost exactly four years before the ship reached Vertumna, a few weeks past the 16th anniversary of it's launch, and, tragically, the day before her 37th birthday.

When Besk first signed up to have a child in the third age bracket, almost everyone arround her assumed she was intended to be a surrogate mother for a child that would be raised in the creche, but nobody ever actually asked her; When she later asked Eudicot and Seeq about having twins, she told them that she never said that, and the two were flustered enough in the moment to agree to her request without fully going over it with the whole council

The reason people assumed that was because Instance assumed that, and the reason Instance assumed that was because she had been the one to suggest Besk carry a child - with Besk thinking that Instance wanted a child with her.

No, it did not go well when they cleared this up.

Yes, this is why Besk wanted twins.

She had a few friends earlier on in the Stratospheric's journey, but those relationships quickly deteriorated, either from the imbalence of Besk's role as only councilor, or from her habit of self isolation to deal with her own issues

Anne thought that they were friends, and they sort of were for a brief period when Kom was young but before Besk had her twins, and they had a friendly-but-not-friends relationship before leaving Earth, bonding with other troubled teenagers over a pilfered bottle of whiskey; Bernie was another kinda-sorta-not-really friend of hers getting on the ship and briefly becoming actual friends before drifting apart as she withdrew into her depression

She was always kind of short for her age and was never very tall as an adult, but a lot of the gen 2 adults have a skewed memory of how tall Besk actually was, either remembering her as a small teenager back on Earth, or an average-to-tall adult as councilor on the ship. Tangent unfortunately got her short queen genetics, and even before her gene therapy was destined to be short, but the combo of the two makes her look like an Especially Small Arabesque in their eyes

She also has the same brown-black eyes as Tang rather than the blue-black ones her brother has

Her office and quarters had faux-window monitors in them, something that most rooms had at launch but were considered gaudy and mostly broken down for parts, she had the last ones in operation by the time Sol was old enough to notice them. Most of them were recycled after her death, but one of the larger ones was left in her old office out of a sense of guilt by one of the engineers tasks to break it down.

Said old office was turned into an extra storage room, as nobody was able to properally work in there after her death, and even years later the researchers of the Heliopause found the room uncomfortable to be in for too long

In general she was just very into old tech, like I picture her old communicator being like somebody today going around using a walkie-talkie in their day to day life just because they think it's neat.

The genetics that give her the iridescent sheen to her hair and the genetics that give her the "dark on top but light near the neck" aren't directly connected, and happened to only pass down one to either of her kids by chance; Dys inherited the gene for blue-purple structural iridescence, while Tang inherited the one responsible for the pale underside; the gene that gives her the non-iridescent purple hair was also from Besk, the matte one being recessive to the iridescent one.

Not technically a Besk trivia but related to the above section, but by pure happenstance the donor picked for Dys also happened to be a carrier of the matte purple hair gene, in turn making Dys himself a recessive carrier of it but not through his mother.

God I am probably missing random details and things I meant to add on here but it's already like four times as long as my wip attempts for other unseen parent designs so I'm cutting myself off here

[webbytbh]

Ducktales fankids

This is something I been working on for a while now. But I was thinking of the kids futures in ducktales and their future kids bc I seen some other people's interpretation and they looked super cool so I wanted to give it a go.

There isn't any ships besides Weblena bc I don't ship any of the other kids with anybody so you can just view them as single parents. Also I can't see Louie or June having any kids so I didnt make them any.

Starting off May's two kids, Mindy and Ruby Duck. When thinking of jobs the kids would have in the future my brain always stuck with May being a fashion designer/Shush secret agent. This also allowed me to create a little bit of agnst where May had to leave her two kids with her mom and dad while she had to go on a secret misson. Never returning to her kids 6 years later. Ruby would probably hold resentment to his mother the next time he sees her and the two have to work it out sorta similar to Louie and Della's relationship. I also gave them purple and green which are complementary colors to yellow and red which are the colors I gave May!!

Ruby is 12 years old. He's the eldest out of his cousins. He is sassy and smart. He is pessimistic in the way that he always just to think logical of a situation. Unless it comes to the mystery of his mom where before he found out about her being a spy was trying to be so hopeful for her return. In his words he would call himself naive.

Mindy is 6 years old. I didn't know if I should give her whiskers or not. But I ended up deciding to give her long whiskers which resembled hair! Mindy is shy, opposite to her mom and brother who would openingly speak their mind and are quite confident. Always sweet to anybody she meets and can be a bit fragile with her emotions. She just gets overwhelmed easily but she's 6 years old what else can you expect.

Then we have Dewey's kid! I'm pretty sure she was the first kid I made. She, the twins, and Casey all have old unvale profiles that I want to update and add Mindy and Ruby. I think It'll be funny if Dewey had a kid. Because he's the one the family least expected to have a kid. She's also was created by impulsive, yes created not born. She is a clone created to find out how fowl was able to create a biological child of Scrooge. And Dewey volunteered to use his DNA to help and that's how Destiny was created.

Destiny is 11 years old. She is a very hyperactive child who loves adventures, rockets, and anything extreme. She looks up to her dad and wants to be just like him. She is also close with Ruby and the two are practically best friends. Destiny name basically comes from Dewey saying something cheesy like it was his Dewstiny to have her. Probably tried to name her Dewstiny but the family rejected that name. Destiny doesn't know she is technically a clone of her father and when she does find out she has a huge identity crisis. Being called 'just like her father' or 'Dewey jr' no longer brings her joy than it use to and she starts to struggle if she actually likes certain things or if she only likes it because she is a clone of Dewey.

The twins are Huey's kids! Zayn is the older twin while Jane is the younger one. I gave Huey twins because it was hard to decide if Huey would have a girl or a boy? Because I could see him having a son or daughter. So I said fuck it and gave twins of opposite gender. And I also gave them Hortense's curls because I think it'll look cute on them.

Zayn is 6 years old. He's one of those kids with a temper problem. He's smarter than he looks tho! In certain aspects, he still a kid. He loves pulling pranks on his older cousins with Jane and sometimes they like to wrap Mindy in their pranks too.

Jane is 6 years old. She is very curious kid who always ask a million questions. Both her and her brother are part of the junior woodchuck which her father is a junior woodchuck scout master. Although Jane enjoys it more than her brother.

Lastly Webby's and Lena's kid. I could just easily see Webby with a son as well as her 1987 counterpart but I'll work on those later. I already have four fankids for the 1987 version. He is made out of Lena's magic so he is more of Lena's biological child. His name is Casey Sabrewing Vanderquack because I'm not sure if Lena or Webby would keep their name or not.

Casey is 4 years old. He is very kind and loves animals. He is the youngest out of all the cousins. His personality being similar to Webby's 1987 counterpart. When he's older he starts to learn magic with Lena.

[writingoddess1125]

I’m now imagining Bee and Dee are the exploding distraction from Ali and Ari who steal everything in sight 🤭

Circus of Trouble

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• Buggy felt truly blessed- A famed pirate, a loyal crew,He had a beautiful partner, two healthy boys and now two healthy girls. What more can a man ask for!?

• The famed clown pirate was overjoyed to have his daughters, he'd always had wanted daughters and he finally got them.

• He had painted the nursery on the ship, decorated it fully in pastel circus themed and had custom cribs for each girl. {He also got the twins their own room and decorated it with them, He let's them share a room since they prefer it anyway but have custom separate beds}

• Spoils them rotten- Absolutely rotten from the very beginning

• You can already tell from a early age that the girls have more of Buggys personality then most would expect-

• Ari was the embodiment of Buggy's egotistical ways- She was loud, bossy and had his temper. While most of the time she was a sweet girl who loved to make those around her happy if you told her no-

Better prepared-

• Ali was his more Quiet side- A manipulative petty backbone that was quiet but prepared to strike. She was a adorable girl, shy beyond all belief and clung to her brothers and dad- However piss her off she knew how to use other people.

• However both twins had two things in common-

• One was a infinity for shiny things and stealing...

• And second was stealing..

• The discovery of this was then the twins were just 5 months old- their eyes focusing in anything that was shiny and immediately bolt for it- taking whatever it was and either chewing on it or stashing it away.

• In short anything was a fair game for the Twins.

• "I'm missing my medallion-" Buggy huffed as he searched His cabin room he shared with you. You also looking around "I can't find my earring-"

• You two look at each other blankly before going to the nursery on the ship- already knowing only two people could have stolen from you.

• Quickly you both find Ali chewing the medallion and Ari clenching several shiny things in an iron grip-

• "Sorry Cherry's but you can't have these" Buggy starts, Kneeling down to take them. Immediately being met with resistance by both girls-

• You look at Buggy amused as he kept an eye closed at to try and tune out Ari screaming bloody murder on his left side while Ali pouted and tears silently ran down her cheeks in his right.

• "Can't wait for those teenager years huh?" You mused and Buggy gave you a glare at daring to mention that-

• He wants them to stay his baby forever..

Bonus Story!-

• Buggy had done his best to keep his family away from his work- Especially when he joined the Cross Guild and accidently became their leaders.

• No one besides his crew who were all quiet about his family knew- not wanting to put you or the kids in danger.

• However it seemed some thing just didn't work out for Buggy-

• Both girls had gotten a cold when a important meeting with Crocodile and Mihaek was taking place-

• You had a cold as well worse then the girls so you were at the hospital and couldn't watch the girls- The twins who were 14 did try their best but 14 year Olds watching 2 year Olds didn't exactly mix.

• He couldn't have Cabaji watch the girls since he was watching the Twins and Alvida wasn't exactly a baby person- Mohji was out on a mission with Galbido

• Aka. He was fucked-

• So he had to improvise! With both girls in a stroller he snuck into his own building and quickly went up to the conference rooms

• So he got to the meeting room early and found a side room that connected to a secondary conference room-

Perfect.

• He set up the stroller so it was more comfortable for the girls and gave them their sappy cups of water and a timer for their medicine which they couldn't have yet. Changing their diapers he put them to bed. Rushing out of the side room to the Main conference room right ad Mihawk appeared-

• It didn't take long for the meeting aka bullying to start- Buggy of course doing his normal yelling antics, However every 10 minutes or so would stop whatever he was doing and drifting to the side room.

• At first it was ignored till the third time- "Buggy what are you doing?" Mihawk questioned. Buggy glaring at him- "NOTHING!"

• Annoyed at this point Crocodile stood and marched to the side room to see- Buggy screaming in surprise.

• "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING STAY AWAY FROM-" Crocodile cut off Buggys head and tossed it across the room before slamming open the door and seeing.. a stroller

• Both former Warlords looking surprised at the sight. Two toddlers bundled up well clearly with some form of sickness and a cool rag on their foreheads- The red noses cluing them both immediately.

• "Their mother has a too so I'm watching them.." He hissed angrily as he floated his head back to his body, clearly defensive of his children being found out.

• "I'm just surprised you have children at all- or that someone would sleep with you" Crocodile jest and Buggy glared at him as he picks up Ari who was starting to fuss and checks her forehead. Feeling her fever had indeed gone down.

• "I actually have 4 kids with the same women" He grumbled setting her back down with a sigh.

• For the first time the two other men actually felt some level of respect for Buggy- With all his flaws he seemed like a good dad.

• This ends with Mihawk holding Ali and Crocodile holding Ari while Buggy portioned out the children's cold medicine and talking over paperwork.

[marthawrites]

Red Lions and Hidden Dragons

Unnamed male character x Lannister!fem reader & Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!fem reader

Word count: 2.9k+

About: Close kin to Jason and Tyland Lannister, you arrive to King's Landing with a party of fellow lions to celebrate the birth of Prince Maelor Targaryen. You weren't expecting to catch Prince Aemond's eye, but once you do, neither of you can forget it.

Includes: SMUT. This is porn with plot to set it up. Featuring lust at first sight, allusions to obsession (from reader and aemond), voyeurism, unprotected vaginal sex, male masturbation, allusions to exhibitionism, stalking, male receiving oral sex, reader receiving oral sex, minor degradation, vaginal fingering, and somnophilia

Note: Hello lovely reader! This might be one of the filthiest things I've written. Double warning: This fic is heavy on the voyeurism and Aemond is a creep. If you do not like that then do not read this. Reader is a Lannister and is implied to have blonde hair. Everything else is up to you! Reader's lover is implied to have ginger hair. Everything else about him is up to you. As always, I hope you enjoy this (filth)!

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Golden sunlight warmed your honey curls as they cascaded down your back in gentle waves. Following close behind was a guard armored in the colors of House Lannister. A woman walked beside you who also donned your House's colors in a more practical attire–sword not included. “Is it everything you wanted it to be?” She asked you with bright curiosity as her gaze swept over the Red Keep's gardens. 

Spring's blooms weighed heavily in the air and if it weren't for a forgiving breeze all of those fragrances would be unbearable. Your nose tickled with an edge of a sneeze you could never quite expel. “It's absolutely lovely,” you replied with a happy sigh, leaning into your friend and lady-in-waiting. “Although… if I don’t go inside soon my eyes will be pinker than a pig’s bottom and leakier than a cracked chalice.”

She laughed. “I can bring supper up to your chamber if needed. Sneezing on any one in the royal family could be punishable by death!” She gasped with feigned severity.

You rolled your eyes. “The only one I’m worried about sneezing on is Princess Helaena. With her little Maelor only being just born the last thing she–and he–needs is extra germs.”

You and your family, closely related to King Viserys’ Master of Ships, Tyland Lannister, had only arrived this morning. It had been a long trip. Jason Lannister, Tyland’s elder twin, sent a party of lions to King’s Landing to celebrate the little princeling's birth. “Perhaps you will catch the eye of a lord–or Prince–while you’re there,” he had whispered to you with a wink upon your departure.

Politicking had never been your strong suit. Would it truly be so wrong to marry someone for happiness instead of glory, lands, and wealth? You thought not, but the rest of your family thought yes. 

“If the Princess even attends a public dinner,” she answered slyly.

With a light-hearted shrug you looked over your shoulder and asked the knight, “Ser? Do you remember the way back to the Great Hall?”

“I do, Lady Lannister. Ready to return?”

“We are.”

Once inside the Red Keep you immediately felt better. No more tickly nose, or itchy eyes, or scratchy ears. You arrived back just in time, too! Judging by the collection of people and their plates, supper had been served only a short time ago. You and your lady found a seat where you could. Nodding a polite greeting to Tyland, you sat and fixed a plate. While politicking wasn’t one of your strong suits, people watching was. 

You ate, and you watched. 

Who observed the watcher?

Smearing creamy butter on a still warm roll, you tried to keep tabs on the conversations around you. Truthfully, it was half a bore. Sooner than later it all jumbled to indistinct murmurings. Paying half attention at best, and once you finished all the savory flavors of meats and potatoes, you helped yourself to fruit for a sweet palate cleanser. Wonderfully ripened berries and crisp grapes took over your senses. On one particular juicy bite–when you barely covered your mouth in time to catch a dribble of springtime strawberry juice–a blush rose to your cheeks as your gaze swept over the crowd to see if anyone witnessed your etiquette mishap.

A few seats down, and across the table, the glint of a single violet eye danced with your mishap.

Aemond Targaryen. Prince Aemond Targaryen. Your napkin nearly slipped from your fingers as you realized he watched, and saw, and didn’t turn away from your guilty gaze. His one seeing eye trailed from your chin, down the front of your bodice, and back up to your face. The combination of his perfectly neutral facade and naturally bowed mouth made him impossible to read. But the glint in his eye? You swore it gave away his amusement. Perhaps even something more.

The blush in your cheeks dispersed–spreading and lowering–and with a delicate curve of your mouth you gave the King’s second silver-haired son an entirely different look. With extra care, now, you bit into a plump grape, daring to hold his gaze. Your heart hammered with anticipation and excitment and part of you wondered if he could see the pulsepoint in your neck thumping.

He squinted at you; so slight you might have missed it.

Desire roared in your belly.

-

It was nearly the end of the hour of ghosts when Aemond made his way to the library on silent feet. The castle was quiet except for a few guards and servants carrying out night shift duties. He paid them little mind as he walked with a small stack of books tucked beneath his arm. Sleep eluded him. Even reading did little to settle his mind. He thought, with a hint of hopefulness, that a walk might allow him to finally relax. 

A slight squeak of door hinges was the only sound announcing his arrival. It seemed no matter how many times it was oiled it always squeaked. Most of the time it didn’t matter much. But, on late nights like this, it made Aemond feel as if he interrupted something holy. Sacred. 

He’d always been a studious boy–so much so that it followed him into adulthood. Perhaps that is why he felt a pang of guilt upon midnight arrivals; he found as much solace in this place as he did the training yard. Sometimes he had half a mind to bring a pillow and blanket here to sleep in one of the chairs, the floor, or, more comfortably, a settee.

Quietly, out of habit, he walked between the rows of books, tomes, and scrolls, and placed each piece of borrowed literature in its place. Before he truly heard anything, the fine hairs along his neck stood. His pupil widened to take in the dark. A little voice in his head told him to stay quiet and look.

A phantom? He hadn’t felt the fright of ghost stories for a long, long time. 

But, no, it wasn’t a thing of nightmares lurking in darkened corners of this peaceful place that caught his attention. It was someone. And, judging by the sounds that perked the fine muscles behind his ears, it was more than one person.

Soft sounds made their way to Aemond’s ears as he stalked on silent feet. Heavy breathing. An inward hiss of breath. A muffled voice–low and sultry–sent his cock stirring to life in his pants. And then, right at the peak of a barely contained moan, a giggle.

Staying to the shadows Aemond peered around a bookshelf and what he saw knocked the wind out of his lungs. A woman–not just any woman, but you–straddled over the lap of a man with your skirts bunched up around your waist. The chair creaked beneath your combined weight, its legs thumping against the rug-covered floor with the force in which you rode him–in which he bucked up into you. Aemond saw why you giggled and a hot rush of blood flew up to his head and down to his cock alike. Your breasts were free from your crimson supper gown and they bounced as you fucked whosever cock it was that you were riding. One of the man’s hands squeezed a mound of your soft, perfect tits, letting it bounce against his palm as his mouth sucked your other nipple. 

Stepping further back into the shadows, Aemond, as discreetly as he could, moved a few books upon the shelf so he could watch between the newly formed gap. He had the best–truly the best–sight of you. Your cheeks were colored so prettily, lips parted in the epitome of bliss, and your eyelids fluttered as you ground down against him. Aemond saw your hand push through and squeeze your lover’s ginger hair as he nipped and suckled over your peaked nipples.

“Think anyone will show up here?” You asked, rolling your hips against him in a gloriously wonderful grind. 

If Aemond were any further away he wouldn't be able to hear you. His ears were perked right to you, however, and he heard your voice–all raspy with pleasure. He palmed at his cock over his pants, the bulge prominent and uncomfortable in its confides.

“If you keep being loud I bet someone will,” he teased before kissing you. He gripped your hips firmly with both hands and began to coax you up and down on him again. Before you could break away from the kiss those same soft sounds from before filled the air. This time they were louder, sharper, both of you chasing pleasure to climax. “Can't believe you wanted me to fuck you here tonight. Of all places in this big castle. Shit–Gods, yes, keep bouncing like that. Keep fucking bouncing like that.” 

You barely held your moans back and the little ones that slipped free had Aemond palming at himself firmer. Your moans, and slapping skin, and bouncing tits had the prince dizzy with desire. 

How in the actual Hells was this happening?

He nearly spent in his pants when climax washed over you. You were so lovey, and so perfect, and so greedy with your need it made Aemond want to tie your lover up and fuck you right there too. 

You could take it. He knew you could. You'd be debauched enough to take two men and still claw at them for more.

Your lover's seed covered your belly in a splattered mess and Aemond nearly groaned out loud.

He'd lingered too long. He shouldn't have even stayed like he did–should have left as soon as he realized what was happening. But that didn't stop him then and it didn't stop him now as he lingered behind for an extra moment, watching you fix your clothes back into place.

The edge of your desire was finally sated. For now, at least. With a satisfied sigh you smiled and tilted your head, looking down at your lover while he whispered something to you. You laughed and rolled your eyes. 

That's when you saw him. What? No… it couldn't be! The shadow of the prince just there! Just behind that book shelf. 

Aemond side stepped and ducked slightly. Shit shit shit. But it was too late.

“I think I saw someone,” you gasped with an excited warble to your tone. 

Whatever else you said, or whatever your reaction might have been, would remain a mystery. That's all Aemond heard before slipping out of the main doorway–the door's squeak the only evidence that anyone else had been in the library.

-

As much as Aemond wanted to see you during the morning meal, he didn't want to risk it. Would you squirm in your seat beneath his gaze, or would he beneath yours? 

Once finished, he exerted himself in the training yard–the image of your blissed out face and bouncing tits still seared onto his mind.

Fuck.

How long were you visiting the Red Keep? Surely Aemond would go mad before long.

After training and before lunch, the prince found himself loitering along a balcony that faced the gardens. It was a quiet spot, one not often frequented, and it served as a perfect place for him to relax and collect his thoughts after training. It proved to be an uneventful rest until a glimmer of golden hair and red breezy gown caught his attention from below.

You.

He stared, watching like a hawk from above. You were on the arm of the same man from last night. Based on his attire Aemond recognized him to be one of the Lannister servants.

Pathetic. The man was a servant. Not a husband, or betrothed, or even someone worth your name. You were a loose wanton thing. Licentious. Aemond watched you drag your male servant off the main pathway until you were out of sight. 

And then, on a jolt of lust filled curiosity, he grabbed a nearby spyglass and looked for you again.

A few minutes passed before he saw you through the reflective lens. And when he did the front of his pants immediately became tighter.

Hidden amongst the garden's layout you and your secret lover kissed and touched and pressed together. He saw your mouths move with words he wished he could hear. You were light and playful and eager. Fuck–so eager.

Aemond watched as you sunk down to your knees and pulled his cock out. You took it in your mouth over and over, again and again, like you’d wanted nothing more than to have him in your throat.

Did you enjoy this more, you pretty little whore? Or did your red headed lover?

Aemond's need screamed for friction–for anything–but he remained painfully hard and untouched  as he watched, not wanting to miss a single second. 

Time ticked by so slowly, so quickly, and before long Aemond saw you swallow, smiling up at your lover as he tucked his spent, softening cock back into his pants. You turned your head, then, looking along the balconies, and Aemond barely had time to step out of sight.

You saw his silver hair and the reflective glare of his spyglass in the late morning sun.

The prince wasn’t half as sly as he thought.

You barely spoke to Viserys’ second-son–barely knew him–yet it did little to stifle the lust drowning your blood.

-

Two days had passed before Aemond caught you for a third time. Duties kept him busy and he wasn’t able to stalk around the castle after you.

The first time he stumbled across you had been a complete accident. So had the second time. Well… mostly. If he hadn’t caught sight of you entering the gardens he wouldn’t have begun spying on you from the balcony. 

The third time, however? He hoped for it.

Might have even prayed for it.

Watching from within the safety of a slim corridor behind the room’s main wall, Aemond peeked through a series of small holes specifically made for spying; servants and their incessant prying. You were sitting in a chair with your legs draped over each arm. Your male servant knelt between your spread legs and feasted on your cunt. His soft groans and slurps, combined with all of your sweet gasps and moans, made the sounds of Aemond freely stroking his cock nearly non-existent. 

It was too much. Too fucking much.

You were too perfect. Putting on a show for him and everything. He knew you liked being watched. Why else would you be taunting him, luring him, snaring him in your lewd traps time and time again?

The man slipped his fingers into you while staying on your clit, and the way you tugged at his hair sent Aemond biting down on his lip.

“So sexy like this,” the ginger’s raspy voice rumbled up at you. “So sweet and tight.”

You sighed and giggled, turning his face back against you. “I'm not done. Keep going,” you said, sultry.

He did and you lost yourself.

But before you could finish he asked, “shall I wear an eyepatch next time? Lean into your little fantasy with the prince?”

“Gods, yes.”

He worked you with fingers and tongue again, pushing you to the edge of pleasure. “Say his name. No one is around to hear. The one eyed prince here, right now, eating your sweet cunt.”

You squeezed both hands in his hair and came undone; a tiny, shuddered, “Aemond..!” escaped your lips at the peak of your climax. 

Aemond's cock pulsed mightily in the choke of his hand; streaks of his seed dripped down the finished wooden wall. He had to have you. 

-

It was the hour of the owl when Aemond prowled into your chamber. You looked peaceful sleeping, so pretty. 

He stood at the side of your bed, head tilted slightly as he looked down at you replaying all the visions of you in his head over again. The backs of his fingers traced along the slope of your face; silken. He dipped lower, sliding down the curve of your neck and across your exposed collarbone. You didn't yet stir and so he slid lower. The swell of your breasts were wonderfully soft beneath your thin shift; nipples peaked beneath. 

You teased him even in slumber.

He gently squeezed the mound–testing the suppleness of your body–and reveled in the sensation. With curious delight he pinched the bud and smirked when a small sound hummed between your lips. He did it again. Harder. Your nipples pebbled tighter and saliva built in Aemond's mouth.

That made you stir. Your eyelids trembled over your eyes as if you'd startle awake.

Aemond's hand sunk beneath your blanket and whispered up your smooth thigh. Within the span of a few breaths he found the waist of your smallclothes and tugged the ribbons open. His heartbeat thundered. He couldn’t help it. He had to know. Grazing his fingers lower, still, he ghosted over that delicate space between your thighs. You were warm through the thin cloth of your smallclothes. Insanity threatened to take him over.

Again, you stirred. And this time your eyes fluttered open. Those pretty pools widened and for a moment you couldn’t tell if you were still dreaming, or if this was truly happening.

Prince Aemond. In your room. How did he get in? You’d lusted for him since arriving. Now, here he was; perhaps the Gods indeed answered prayers.

“Shh,” he hushed, fingers lifting to his lips to shush you further; a smirk visible at the corners of his mouth. “Why pretend when you can have the real thing, lady Lannister?”

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[aihoshiino]

Hi there! This is from an ask from quite a while ago. I sent it before but I think Tumblr ate it once again.

"Honestly Ai's relationship with like, sex and intimacy and sex in the context of a loving relationship being healing and reclaiming for her is one of those things I have so much fun writing in the context of RP and stuff but if I continued rambling about it here I would go on all day lol and this post is already so long. IN ANOTHER ASK, PERHAPS ……."

I would like to hear your thoughts and ramblings about this please 人´∀｀)

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE ANON… I've been sitting on this ask for so long and I've had so many half finished responses to it written up kgjhhsfkg This is just one of those topics where I have so much to say every time I tried to start I got overwhelmed and didn't know where to start… BUT WE'RE SO BACK…!!!

(Also, this is basically part 2/a follow up to this post if anyone wants/needs some extra context)

Honestly Ai's relationship to sex and the role it plays in her character arc is one of the most fascinating parts of Oshi no Ko to me and I'm always really surprised that it basically never comes up in fandom discussions surrounding her? Part of that is just folks wanting to talk about/speculate more on the characters who are alive and present in the series (or have ship wars about them) but even when people DO go back and talk about her it tends to be kind of surface level or just, the worst takes you've ever seen in your life (if I never have to see another Secretly Evil Ai theory it will be too soon) but like… the sex stuff is also pretty surface level! That friction between Ai of B-Komachi's assumed obligate virginal purity and the reality of Ai Hoshino as a person who has had and desires sex basically IS the entire premise of the series. It's the core conflict around which so much of everything else revolves - it's the reason the twins have to keep quiet on their connection to her and moreover, it's the reason she dies. But honestly given how this fandom gets about sex sometimes maybe that's a blessing in disguise lol

It is SO refreshing to have a lead heroine like Ai, though - like I said, the reality of her as a person who has had Probably A Lot Of Sex is pretty much the premise of the series and at no point does the narrative ever take on a shaming tone towards her. Hell, the explicitly stated thesis of the story is that it's everyone who has a problem with this who should be ashamed. Gotanda literally says it himself - Ai's tragedy is the fault of the people who refused to accept her as the hurting, broken, dirty and impure person that the real her was.

In fact, the series is shockingly respectful of Ai and her body in general. This is very much a "the bar is in hell" moment but I'm so used to anime taking every opportunity it can get for lowbrow cumbrained fanservice that the series just being, like, normal about Ai was a breath of fresh fucking air. It's so easy to imagine an infinitely worse version of the series that uses Aqua's access to her body (as both Gorou and Aqua) to frame and leer at her in some really repulsive ways, but it literally never happens. It's one of those things the first chapter/episode does that earns it a lot of goodwill in the long run which it does honestly need lol. The initial premise of the series asks a lot of the viewer, especially given that Mushoku Tensei exists and very much does use the protagonist's plausibly deniable access to the bodies of women and girls around him for some truly putrid and degrading shit. BUT BACK TO MY ACTUAL POINT…

That pointed absence of shaming in the narrative is why it stands out to me so strongly when Ai does direct this kind of shaming language towards herself. Ai engages in a lot of negative self-talk in general because of how utterly pants her self-esteem is, but it's never quite as pointed as in these circumstances. Her death scene is honestly the best and most heartbreaking example of it - the anime trims a few slivers from it to the benefit of the scene as a whole imo, but it does retain the most important line:

But there's another part from slightly earlier on that didn't make it into the anime that equally breaks my heart:

All that Ai refutes of Ryosuke's words is his conclusion that she never cared about her fans. In other words, when Ryosuke slings slutshaming misogyny at her, Ai agrees with him.

And like… why wouldn't she? Society at large already has very strong opinions about women who have and enjoy sex and Ai is an idol - that's purity culture on Berserk Eclipse Difficulty. To make matters worse, Ai's entire life has been defined by her being denied the right to control her own body or being blamed for the way other people respond to it. Not only was Ayumi physically and emotionally abusive towards her for basically her whole life, but she also victim blamed her when her stepfather turned out to have a inappropriate interest in her. Even when she was literally a child, she was not allowed to simply exist without being subjected to other people's gaze and objectification.

It's also worth noting that the abuse Ai grew up experiencing - Ayumi's violence and neglect and living with the possibility of sexual assault at her stepfather's hands - are all things that can contribute to hypersexuality in puberty or at the very least, being prematurely sexually active and/or partaking in risky sexual behaviour and I think all of these are true for Ai as well, to varying degrees. My read has always been that the twins' father was not her first or only sexual partner (though he was her last) and I think this is something the work itself supports as well - Akane identifies Ai as having behavioral issues typical of someone who began having sex during puberty (and she does specifically say 'puberty' in Japanese, not just 'as a teen') but that this behaviour mostly tapered off by the time she was 15 and credits it by inference to Kamiki. So obviously, if the 'unbalanced behaviour' as the result of sex predates her meeting Kamiki… you know?

I also just personally find that a more compelling read of Ai for a variety of reasons - and it just sort of makes sense to me, to imagine her as this girl desperately trying to figure out how to love people, wanting to connect with people but not knowing how to do it, someone defined by the ways she contorts herself to respond to the dirty desires of the people around her… idk, it just feels Correct to me in light of everything to assume that she went through a few boyfriends before Kamiki, all relationships that went very fast, escalated to intimacy at light speed then just sort of fell apart after. And we know from what Ayumi admitted - and from some of the things Ai has said - that Ayumi absolutely was slutshaming and victim blaming Ai when she was in her care. So much of what Ayumi did to her forms the foundation of the present day Ai's self-loathing and self-image issues, so I imagine she felt a lot of prebaked guilt and shame when she did actually start having sex, especially at a young age and outside the bounds of a what society regards as an acceptable circumstance for a girl to be having sex. So add idol culture on top of all that, and…

I don't think Ai's relationship with sex is necessarily the main issue she struggles with but it does feed off and into a lot of the other things that cause her pain and being able to untangle that would represent an earthshattering breakthrough for her. This is why it's so important that Oshi no Ko never ones tries to debunk or disprove Ai's assertion that she is 'impure' or 'dirty' and why I do not think a positive character arc for her could never come from someone trying to convince her that she isn't. Because that doesn't actually disprove anything - it still frames purity and virginity as a state of grace that can be fallen from and reinforces Ai's view of herself that she only has value, that she only deserves to be treated with respect so long as she's still 'pure'. Even if you could convince her that she's 'pure', she would inevitably be stained again and hate herself all the more for it. The only way out is to break out of this method of thinking altogether, to realize that 'purity' and 'impurity' don't mean anything - and more importantly, that even though she is dirty, impure and all the rest of it, she is still capable and deserving of loving others and being loved in return.

To quote something I've said before on this topic: "Love, for Ai, is a person seeing her most wretched and unacceptable self, her self hate and avoidance and everything about her she thinks is filthy and wrong, and actively choosing to accept her as she is, warts and all. […] There's this very strong underlying current in Ai's arc of self-directed shame and self-hate in relation to her sexuality that fuels perception of herself as 'dirty' and 'impure' - all because she is a person who wants and enjoys sex. I really enjoy getting to have Ai work through that specific hangup with a partner who loves her - not from the angle of 'of course you're not dirty' but 'even if you are, I want you anyway'."

So much of what hurts Ai is other people refusing to accept 'Ai Hoshino' and even being actively repelled and repulsed by her, choosing instead to believe so fervently in the inhumanly perfect 'Ai of B-Komachi' that they convince themselves the real Ai is just a trick of the light. Sex is basically the ultimate refutation to that - it's someone saying they actively choose the dirty, broken real thing which is what Ai has desperately been searching for her entire life. It's also the inverse of the plastic. sanitized intimacy Ai sells as an idol - rather that pretty lies of love, it's dirty, physical intimacy, something she can do as much for herself as the person with her, something that can only ever be hers as Ai Hoshino because it's antithetical to everything Ai of B-Komachi is.

what i'm saying is: can this girl PLEASE get some good dick. i don't know how much of anything it would fix but it would make her calm down at least a little.

ALL JOKING ASIDE……. thank you again for your patience anon and i'm sorry this was so rambly lKNDKSCXSNDS. like i said up top, this is a topic i have a lot of thoughts on and i wanted to get them all out into this post. i hope this was interesting to read…!

[wistfulcynic]

the inn is a metaphor

They are terrible at running an inn. 

In the beginning. 

They don’t know the first goddamn thing about the hospitality industry. Or carpentry, plumbing, invoicing, logistics. Anything, really. They know nothing. 

They learn. 

There’s a lot of trial, even more error. But by the first time the Revenge returns for a visit they have something. A roof that doesn’t leak. Un-rotted floorboards. Nooks and crannies free from feral beasts of any kind. Zero spiders. Twin armchairs in front of the fire and a bed just big enough for the two of them. It’s a start. 

The Revenge comes bearing gifts. Wee John has knitted them some afghans and Frenchie sewed an enormous quilt, which takes pride of place on the bed. They’ve towed in another ship as well, a wreck whose timber they all pitch in to rebuild into an extension and some outbuildings. Roach helps them plant a kitchen garden and a medicinal one. 

Jackie gives them business advice and contacts for her old suppliers. Lucius has a guestbook for them, with marginalia he drew himself. Some of it at least is appropriate for guests to see. The rest…

“Are you planning to have guests who’ll faint at the sight of a cock?” Lucius inquires innocently. “Because I’ll be honest with you, that seems unlikely.” 

The idea of guests of any kind is still a long way off, but they’re getting there. They can envision it now, and not just as a wild fantasy they spin each other at night as they lie entwined with sweat cooling on their skin. They have actual plans, concrete ones, and a decent understanding of how to realise them. 

They get to work. 

Jackie’s contacts prove invaluable. Soon they have a liquor supplier, deals with local butchers, bakers, candlestick-makers, and even a reliable fisherman to give them first dibs on his haul. 

(It’s not Pop-Pop.) 

A few survivors of Zheng’s old crew hire on as housekeeping and kitchen staff. The soup is phenomenal. Ed learns how to make it and how to cook a fish without burning it. They have fresh-smelling towels, expertly folded. They have guest rooms, and soon they have guests. 

It’s an adjustment, having new people in their space. Some of the guests are gawkers, eager for a piece of Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate. They reserve the right to refuse service to anyone, namely those particular assholes. But other guests are much more pleasant. Locals looking for a bit of a mini-break, people from nearby islands wanting a getaway, even the occasional European who doesn’t know who they are. 

The guests are mostly happy with their stay. There’s excellent soup and decent fish, fresh linens and great views. The walls could be a bit thicker, perhaps, for everyone’s comfort, but the hosts are always most apologetic in the morning and offer copious marmalade in exchange for good reviews. 

The Revenge returns frequently, each time with some new trinkets and finery for their former co-captains. In exchange, they host bonfires on the beach with music and dancing and wine, until they all fall asleep together in a pile, so like the old days on the ship that Stede watches them in the soft light of the embers with tears in his eyes. 

“All right, love?” Ed asks him. He slips an arm around Stede’s waist. Stede tugs him in until Ed’s head is nestled against his shoulder. He strokes Ed’s hair. Ed sighs and snuggles closer. 

“I’m all right,” Stede says. “A bit nostalgic is all.” 

“You miss it.” 

“I miss the crew. I wish they could visit more often. I suppose I miss the sea, though of course it’s right there in front of us. But I’m happy, Ed. I have no regrets.” 

“Really?” The whisper of doubt in Ed’s voice has Stede pulling back to look down at his dear face. 

“Yes really! Do you doubt it?” 

“Kind of.” Ed shrugs. “It’s easier for me, I think. I was ready to be done with it, Stede. Desperate to do anything else but be Blackbeard. But you—you had just got started. You could be out there now with the crew, pirating away. You could be famous. You could—” 

“Ed Teach, you listen to me.” Stede’s got his Captain Voice on now and the sound of it has Ed’s stomach turning cartwheels, his dick leaping to attention. “I don’t care about any of that. I only wanted to be a pirate for the freedom. To escape my old life. But I have a life now that I would never want to escape. Do you know why?” 

Ed shakes his head. 

“Because I chose it. I chose you. I love you and I would be happy anywhere you were.” He cups Ed’s cheek in his palm and kisses his forehead, his nose, his lips. Ed moans and presses closer but Stede pulls back, just far enough to whisper, “You make Stede happy.” 

They spend that night alone in the inn, no guests, far enough from the beach that when they serve breakfast to the crew the next morning not a single smirk or smart remark is sent their way. 

They wave goodbye to their friends that evening and stand together on their porch to watch the ship sail off into the sunset. Stede turns to Ed with a smile. “New guests checking in tomorrow,” he says. “We should probably fix the creak in the door hinge of Room 1.” 

“I’ll do it,” says Ed, “if you polish the candlesticks. Fuckin’ polish makes my nose itch.” 

“Deal,” says Stede. He turns to head inside. “What’ll we have for dinner?” 

“Got a nice turbot we could roast.” 

“Ooh, fab.” 

The inn’s front door closes behind them. 

It’s still a bit rickety, their inn. It’s old, it creaks, it springs leaks from time to time. It’s hard work, keeping it going. But they are devoted to the task. Whatever it takes, they will see their inn thrive. 

It’s what makes them happy. 

[haechanhues]

seventeen as boys from my hoe phase

warnings : i have changed the names of the boys and nicknamed them all. Don’t be offended by some of these matches and the way I talk about them. This is purely for fun and I don’t associate them with each other in a normal everyday setting. oversharing maybe?

main masterlist 

SEUNGCHEOL : Nightlen. Pettiest boy at times. Jealous for little to no reason. Sulked all the time - especially when I ‘ghosted’ him but I just got grounded but it was super easy to get out of being trouble with him. Really hot and buff, a rugby player. Raised by a single mother. He asked if I loved him when we first talked - due to another boy on this list. We talked for ages over Snapchat after he accidentally introduced us BUT I was also upset over Ariel. 

JEONGHAN : Eaton. Twin I talked to first. A little shit, honestly. Just always teasing me and on my ass about things. There was a girl that was into him at the same time and I stepped back and went to the other twin. Kind of nonchalant but a big smiler. 

JOSHUA : Christmas. Born Christmas day and I actually called him this. The most random wildcard of the whole deck. Really sweet but also just had the surprise factor of doing or saying random things but still remaining really respectful. Would tease me for the most random shit but it was so fun. 

WOOZI : Haybail. Never talked to the guy in all honesty but we were in the same volleyball tournament. Minded his business but we always used to get paired together in those ‘you suit….’ trends that were going on at the time. I found myself attracted to him as the week went on. Kind of quiet but also had the cutest little outbursts of energy. 

JUN : Kelston. Now, this boy was weird. He was really into me…at least I think. If he wasn’t it’d be really weird. But we met up and like I paid for his peanuts that he wanted but didn’t share (didn’t want any anyway) but literally out of everything that’s what you’re going for. Had my cousin tail us when I was hanging out with him but straight panicked when she said she was going home. He asked for a hug and I gave him one and he INHALED my scent from my neck. LIKE NOSE TO SKIN INHALED. 

WONWOO : Inferno. The other twin. We got along so well. We used to wrestle (don’t ask) but like I used to get teased years after we had our little….whatever it was. But I remember hitting him in the balls and people said that he would’ve liked that. But like people used to ship us together and ask if we had a thing. I was into him more than Eaton. 

HOSHI : Jared. The thing is I can’t actually remember this guy’s name. I can’t remember if it started with a ‘J’ but I’m pretty sure. But this dude was near obsessive and thought we were on our way to dating (saw way too much in a relationship that wasn’t there) and when I told him ‘we’re just having fun don’t you think?’ he got really like…eek about it and I apologised because obviously I felt bad. 

MINGHAO : Ariel. My favourite hoe bag I’ve ever talked to. He’s the person I lost my virginity to but he was someone that was really honest and sincere with his compliments. Like a super genuine person. But he got a bit toxic at one point when he got a girlfriend (I was grounded) and said he was going to cheat on his girlfriend with me. But I think he was really hurt by her cheating. 

DK : Pisces. The nicest guy on this list and possibly the nicest person ever. I don’t know why I’m adding him to this but I feel like we could’ve been something but it just never worked out between us as we got older and started to commit to things. I appreciated him as a friend and also the ‘something more’ thing we had going on. We don’t talk anymore unfortunately. 

MINGYU : Luca. The reason I am so into the best friend’s brother trope. He was one of my best friend’s twin brothers and I told her that I found her brother attractive. She told him and he told her that he would treat me to pizza, flowers and everything I wanted. I genuinely liked him but I never saw him if I wasn’t on the phone with his sister. 

SEUNGKWAN : Legs. When I tell you I’ve never seen a guy so into legs. He used to comment on my legs all the time. Like - worshippy esque type of comments. ‘They’re the type I want to wrap around my waist’. And I’m sorry but Seungkwan’s anti-swelling method lives on in this comparison. 

VERNON : Blue. Hottest guy ever. Has the hottest name ever as well - like I’m actually so upset I’m changing it in this post. He was such a dry texter and a dry person in general so it was really hard to distinguish what he was feeling. He also gave me mixed signals a lot. But I was the only girl he was talking to. Met over the phone and then we saw each other on the train once and we just stared at each other the whole time. Like very ‘I know what you know’ type of staring between us that his friends and my cousins were witness to. 

DINO : Needle. I actually call him this. He talked a big game - was a little annoying but also quite mature and just chill with who he was as a person. Used to call me Stephen Durry (the asshole). I could probably rope him into doing whatever I wanted at the time. How I met Nightlen and when Nightlen and I became a thing - Needle and I were platonic. But he always made Nightlen jealous. 

[justalittleraven]

LFRP/FFXIV Friends

Hi! I'm Nihil, or Raven to some, and I'm looking for more people to RP or just chat with about FFXIV ocs, lore, and RP. I have a fair few ocs at this point, and most are listed below.

Feel free to message me/send asks! Important to note: I don't do ingame RP, as I prefer writing multi-paragraph (usually 2 to 3 paragraphs) messages and replies.

Any prompt lists are welcome, I've reblogged a few with #oc ask game, first tag on this post.

Ater Lucidus - The One Who Wasn't Chosen

Wol - He/They - Queer with a male preference - Open to RP, not to romance (he's too busy terrorising a priest)

Elder twin brother to Micans, Ater acts as a stand-in during certain events and prefers to support his sibling from the shadows. Neither twins enjoy the spotlight, but Micans has grown accustomed to it while Ater has shied away from it. With his vast knowledge of occult practices, magicks and the Void, his thirst for knowledge is still unsatisfied.

Depending on when you meet the man, Ater's mastery over black magic and his innate abilities as a half-voidsent changes. He's always been ruthless and protective over his twin, but later events push him far beyond what he have imagined he's capable of.

Etain Snowdrift - Stoneheart Mercenary

NonWol - She/her - Aromantic Pansexual - Not looking for romance but open for rp

Rage is what defines her, towards any and all authority. She has been wronged many times in her life, abandoned in the Brume, being left for dead by her mercenary band. Despite life's trials and tribulations, she continues on, one step at a time, trying to make sense of a world she views as so very hostile.

She can be found in any corner of Eorzea, and at times beyond. She frequently takes work as a mercenary, trying to gather any information she can on her former band and where each member has gone.

Erravi goe Corvus - Garlean Gone Astray

NonWOL - He/Him - Some Flavor of Queer - lfrp

As his name would suggest, Erravi (or simply Avi to those close to him) is a Garlean deserter. He served for nearly a decade, until he was deemed more of a liability than a resource and his superiors ordered his execution. Left in the snow, near death from bloodloss and hypothermia, is usually where his story starts.

Idun - Budding Blood Mage

NonWOL - He/They - Gay - Shipped (It's complicated) - not for romantic rp

A young Veena only in his 20s, they fled their master after enduring vicious attacks due to not perceiving themself as being male. Since, he has taken up work as a dancer, traveling around Eorzea before meeting a certain unscrupulous doctor in Ishgard. They are affectionately described as a "temperamental little spitfire".

Domitien Ormesang - Cursed Marksman

NonWOL - He/Him - Gay - Heartbroken and Recovering (and shipped) - not lfrp

He was not always a wanderer, in fact he was a weaver of some renown from Gridania before deciding to set out for Ishgard with his companion and lover. They suffered a terrible fate on that journey, however, leading to his lover's soul being consumed by the cursed weapon that he now carries. Now he searches for a way to break the curse and put his lover's soul to rest, by any means necessary.

Micans Lilius - Naturalborn Lightwarden

WOL - He/Him - Gay - Shipped (Soulmates Beyond Time) - not lfrp

Micans was born in Garlean territory, the youngest of four children. His mother passed away shortly after his birth, something his father blamed him for until his dying day. Before that though, it was 12 years after Micans' birth that his father almost killed him, leaving him with a scar from the gunshot. His siblings bid him to run, and so he did, eventually making his way to Eorzea and starting his journey as the Warrior of Light. At times he believes Hydaelyn made the right choice, as the very Crystal of Light She bestowed upon him was furthering his light poisoning.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Hey i swear that i was not that rude ass anon but i am very curious would your "actual response" would've been? I ask because i think i had some honest misconceptions about "toxic ships" for a while and legitimately thought that it was a kind of soft support for irl toxicity.

oh, of course I can do that for you, anon. it just might get a little long.

so, what we're gonna do is set the stage with previous asshole anon's declaration: "u know incest is illegal disgusting and traumatizing". and we're going to assume that what they are actually saying here is "incest, which is a subject you have written about in your fanfic and posted online, sometimes seriously and sometimes purely for erotic purposes, is these things" and not that they are accusing me of committing incest in real life. because that would be an insane thing to accuse me of.

to start: yes, incest in real life is all of those things. the first breakdown of communication in this whole debate about "toxic ships" is that a whole lot of people seem incapable of realizing that someone can hold firm opinions about something in reality while also exploring the topic in taboo ways in fiction. i think incest is bad. i think murder is bad. i think bestiality is bad. i think uhhhh fuck what's another crime. arson. arson is bad. but my moral opposition to these things does not prevent me from writing about them.

"Kelly burned her best friend's house down. Wendy killed a man in an alleyway. Kit and Kat are twin sisters who make out." These are just words on a page. If they happened in real life, they would be morally wrong. But they aren't happening. I made them up.

Of the three things asshole anon points to in order to attack me writing about fictional incest, two of them are poor grounds for morality and the third is an extremely good basis for morality but certainly isn't supporting their side of the argument.

Illegal: To start, fictional incest is not illegal. Fictional murder is not illegal. Fictional sex crimes are not illegal. We don't waste time prosecuting Walter White for creating meth because he's not a real guy. But incest is illegal. That's a good thing, under the current state of affairs, but also, I'd argue, a very poor way of deciding what is moral and what is not. Laws are not a god-given code of Good Boy Rules; they're a set of instructions created by fallible people for when the state is allowed to enforce violence, and this violence is not enforced the same for everyone. Often, in this debate, we point to the fact that by this same logic, queerness itself would have been immoral to portray, let alone to be, for as long as it was outlawed, and I find that's generally a powerful and easy way to emphasis how laws can be a poor standard for right and wrong. But I'd also like to add, what is legal is not always moral. Marital rape was legal for a very long time, but we know that's immoral. If incest was made perfectly legal tomorrow, it would still be immoral. So, clearly, what's right and wrong is not something we should rely on government authority to decide for us.

Disgust: So, how about disgust? Is that how we decide what's right and wrong, to partake in, to write about? If it was, then we'd say incest is disgusting, therefore it is immoral, and because portrayals of incest are disgusting, therefore they are immoral as well. But this very quickly falls apart. We clearly can't allow person-by-person disgust to decide what's okay, because I, personally, think kissing is gross, and under this framework, that would mean it'd be just fine for me to point at kissing couples in public and yell EW! FREAKS! That leaves societal wide disgust as the deciding factor in right-or-wrong, and that's a very dangerous beast to try and appease. After all, that joke about me calling couples freaks in public would be a lot less funny if my reaction was rooted in, let's say, society-wide bias against same-sex couples or interracial relationships. There is no arguing with the fact that incest is disgusting, but disgust cannot be the deciding factor in what we allow to happen, because disgust does not care about the whys or the hows, disgust only cares that what it sees is an affront that it will either destroy or hide, and both of those options put people in danger.

Traumatizing: Let's talk about that danger. Asshole anon's final point is where I agree with them. Incest is traumatizing, and that's why it's wrong. It's wrong because of the harm it causes, because someone is being abused and victimized by someone else. Our hypothetical victim of incest is a real person who suffered.

This is where it falls apart for asshole anon.

Because no one suffers from a portrayal of fictional incest. The actors in Game of Thrones are not actually related and are not in abusive relationships. The moms on pornhub are not actually doing doggy with their real sons. and the only person harmed in the making of the perks of being a wallflower was me, who was not warned of its contents and was triggered real fucking bad when i slammed into it.

That's why I get it, you know. I understand the response that a lot of people have to seeing fictional portrayals of real life abuse and pain is to flinch and to lash out at the creator. Especially here on the internet, where a lot of your fellow creators aren't big name writers or actors you'll never be able to touch, but just some guy with a blog who writes porn. There's a lot of hurt people here who never learned, maybe never had the opportunity yet to learn, how to let their initial defensive reactions pass over them before they hurt someone else. (And I say maybe never had the opportunity to learn because there's a lot of people in this "anti" movement who are really, really fucking young. That's heartbreaking for me, both that they've been hurt in a way that allows them to be swallowed up into this movement and that they're now in a community that exists under constant surveillance where one wrong move will get them harassed and hurt all over again.)

Someone's writing is not what hurt them, though. I won't deny that seeing something you're unprepared for can trigger you, but that's why proper tagging is so important and why we need to emphasize that when you go online or into a space like tumblr, you need to accept personal responsibility in that you may see things that make you feel like shit. Someone who ships incest does not inherently condone the abuse someone went through in real life, not unless they're a real shithead. They might be someone who went through a similar experience and find safety in fictional expressions of it, or they might not and they just find the taboo fun to play with. It's a conspiratorial line of thinking to believe otherwise: they're writing about X, so that they can convince everyone that Y is okay to do in real life. When people are hurt, they want to construct a narrative where the hurt is intentional and malicious, rather than them just randomly seeing a piece of art not meant for them and being affected negatively by it.

But, there are real people hurt intentionally and maliciously in this situation. Asshole anon proves that themself. I don't know who they are, they don't know who I am, but they thought that it was morally correct of them to come into my inbox and condescend to me about my writing being disgusting. That message is one of the nicer ones I've ever been sent over the years. And I'm not the only one who can attest to being sent death threats, or people telling me to kill myself, or people wishing that the things I write about would happen to me or to my family members in real life. I'm basically immune to that shit by now, I publish the most pathetic ones if I can come up with a halfway decent zinger of a response and delete the rest without thinking about it. But I'm basically a cockroach freak that spent its formative years in superwholock, I cannot be hurt by anything I get sent now because honestly? I probably received worse when I was twelve.

The only harm that matters is the harm done to real people, and this stupid fucking conflict about fiction has allowed a lot of people on this website to dehumanize anyone who disagrees with them to the point that they think it's not only fine but morally justified to tell them how they wish they would die.

So there's my take on it. Incest is bad because it hurts people. Fictional incest is fine because it doesn't hurt anyone. People who write about incest are not conspiring to support real life incest, because they are writing about fictional people who can't get hurt and if they're halfway decent, they know that real people getting hurt by incest is bad. Attacking people over writing fictional incest is bad because they are more real than anyone they ever write about will be; they can be hurt, the characters can't.

sorry. like i warned you, long. but i wanted to cover as much of what i could think of as i possibly could.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

New week!

Replies mostly related to our recent posts, but some are miscellaneous (twst related and not). Also, there is a shitpost sketch at the end of the post lol

Anonymous asked:

Just a random question but what was your very first ship?

Can’t even say for certain because it’s been like 20 years already lol But the first one that I called a ship would probably be Cedric/Phobos from W.I.T.C.H.

Look at me loving backstabbing scheming douchebags since day one…

Anonymous asked:

I feel like their was two bodies after the twins delt with things, cause even tiny as heck I can see them taking bodies

(related to this post)

Aw come on, Anon, look at those innocent angels!! (you are absolutely right)

Anonymous asked:

hi i sent the cat dad ask, that was the CUTEST thing i’ve ever read in my entire life it was adorable and everything and more than what i’d hoped for omg!! my flowers are watered, my skin is clear, my illness is cure😭😭😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

idia being the most enamored cat dad is so cute AAUGGHHH i think lilia would make matching outfits for him and his cat, maybe with pop music club’s help. vil cooking for his cat!!! 😭😭😭 oh his pretty kitty would have their own engraved bowl. i think vil would send so many pictures to his dad

all of this is extra cute to me with the idea that i had that these strays are probably leading difficult lives on the streets but aren’t scared of humans. it’d be a “to be loved is to be changed” moment (pls look it up it’s before and afters of sad cats and it’s SO CUTE). ok i’m sorry i’ll stop haranguing you about cats JSKDKDKS THANK YOU AGAIN

— shroudswap anon

(related to this post)

Aah, it was you, Shroudswap Anon!!

I am very happy you liked the post, once again thank you for the ask! <3 It really was a lovely one to write! Somehow, it’s easier to write wholesome stuff about boys caring for animals than for each other lol

But also, what have you done, now I’m thinking about Vil sending cat pics to his dad… His dad became a grandpa the day that cat chose Vil as his human lol I’m sure he is going to send them even more gifts than Vil buys for the cat + spoil the cat rotten as much as he can.

But also, what have you done [2], now I’m also thinking about how these strays would be so much happier and healthier with the boys taking care of them :( To be loved is to be changed indeed!! Just look at Jamil smiling to his cat lol

I’m always happy to talk about cats…

Anonymous asked:

Sister Idia must be the very image of a saint with his ethereal glow. Nevermind that the glow is coming from his hair, that's just a physical manifestation of God's grace, obviously.

Also be honest, are the sick nuns getting a healthy diet of shrooms in the infirmary? I guess that's one way to experience mystical ecstasy

(related to our new AU)

The symbolism is all here, Anon! That imagery suits Idia so well. I really want to draw him holding a lamb or something lol

To answer your question… people say that sister Jade cares for the sick ones so well that whenever it’s their time to go, they always die smiling <3 It’s like their pain just went away and they fell asleep peacefully~

So yes, he does feed them with stuff they’re not quite supposed to eat and add some funky additions to the stuff he injects them with lol

m1lk-n-cook1es asked:

The nun au reminds me of a Little Mermaid fanfic from the same author as "Once Upon A Nightmare" that I told you a while back, where mermaids are more inhuman, with tentacles that look like fins in the distance, claws and fangs, and Ariel banging Eric (who is a trans guy) and impregnating him with her eggs

Dark themes and mermaids are always fun!! In fact, I think people should consider merpeople to be dangerous more often lol

Fun idea for a fic though :) Poor Eric lol

Anonymous asked:

I saw your Gidel and Fellow doodle on your twitter about the name change and I LOVE THAT SO MUCH cause I'm also thinking the same thing 🤣

"It's for our disguise Giddy!~" 🦊

Everyone calls him all sort of different names, Fellow said so himself (Episode 1-3) 😆

This bitch probably has done a lot of name changes for his con jobs n shit. (¬‿¬) 💚

(referring to this sketch from a 🔑twt acc, since it’s not for ko-fi and just a shitpost, here you go. He can’t even read the papers...)

Thank you Anon!! <3 Just like any other person I really hate that name change, but thinking about Fellow having lots of different names pacifies me a little bit lol Well, at least it makes me laugh and not want to break walls.

I wonder if Fellow has a guy that helps him out with fake ids… maybe his bosses make it easier for him these days; he probably used to go to various shady people before. But then again, they probably don’t always need to have papers… just come up with a name and go! Right, Ernesto? Good grief…

tardigrade-misfit asked:

Silver looks so adorable in his lil hoodie meanwhile Sebek looks like he only agreed to wear it because it was Malleus themed lol

(related to this post)

Thank you! Yeah, Silver is a cutie pie, as always lol Sebek should wear that hoodie with pride! He is closer to his beautiful waka-sama with those little horns on his hood.

I love these hoodies a lot; they are from that one drawing that Yana did of Diasomnia boys going to a movie theater. Katsu and I both are so obsessed with it; they look so adorable wearing those! I wish Yana did more sketches with characters hanging out like that, but of course I am grateful for everything she already does…

Anonymous asked:

I saw the latest comic about Gidel and Fellow Honest (I refuse to use the English names) on kofi and I think I have a proposition. I’ll be their sugar whatever but I get to touch their fuzzy ears now and again. Do you think they’d accept my terms?

Since we got this ask the same day we posted previously mentioned sketch (also a comic), I assumed you were referring to this one as well, but come to think about it we did have a Gidel and Fellow comic posted on ko-fi the other week…

Regardless! I think you absolutely should be their sugar whatever (… parent?), their sponsor and their financier lol Fellow will refuse at first, but it’s just because he is a bit prideful; maybe after some fuzzy ear touching he’ll reconsider. Keep petting the fox! The little cat will help you.

Anonymous asked:

I too used to hate all things girly when I was younger. Now I’m grown and like to wear kawaii clothes and will kick the asses of those who say otherwise  (◕‿◕✿)

This is exactly what Vil would’ve wanted for you, Anon. And this is exactly what he wants for Epel. 💪😔

Anonymous asked:

Do you do any chesward here?

Nope! Sorry.

[dragon-queen21]

Regressor Aether headcanons

+ a bunch of different caregivers

These also might be an excuse for me to share some of the ideas for fic's I have planned in my head.

tw: vent regression, meltdowns, general angst

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~Wins the hearts of everyone and ends up with a bunch of caregivers and playmates across the land of teyvat. And how could he not? Sweetest little baby.

~90% of his regression is simply involuntarily, which is part of the reason why a lot of the people around him find out about it in the first place

~Vent regresses quite a bit, due to burnout, loneliness, pain, etc.

~Only a few very close people have dealt with him vent regressing. (mostly Mondstadt citizens tbh, Diluc, Kaeya, Lisa, though Xiao and Zhongli might have as well... Paimon is of course the exception) It comes as quite a shock to people when Aether breaks down sobbing over something minor when he usually is such an angel both normally and regressed.

~Beidou who would be the closest to find Aether vent regressed without meaning too. Noticing upon returning from his trip to Inazuma and coming back through the storms how much Aether is shaking and how young he's regressed compared to the times she's had the privilege of being the little's playmate.

~He doesn't want to play, doesn't talk, mostly hides and lets Paimon comfort him. And Beidou is very confused but never gets the chance to ask about, too worried about getting her ship through the storm, and by the time they make land Aether is gone

~Diluc and Kaeya look after him the most. They probably bicker a lot when he’s around though they try not to.

~But Kaeya pushes every one of Diluc's buttons. Carrying Aether around 90% of the time and being so smug about being the little one’s 'favorite'.

~Aether’s meanwhile in babyspace, sitting on Kaeya’s lap, playing with the floof of his caregiver’s cape because he likes the feeling of it and just oblivious to Diluc’s misery.

~Dainslief would 100% have taken care of Lumine regressed before in their travels together. He takes one look at Aether, who's regressed involuntary after the fleeting feeling of his sister being nearby, the rush of hope and then loss of it again, and instantly puts the pieces together that both twins must regress.

~I wouldn't say he tries to take care of Aether or anything, despite the way it's obvious that Aether isn't doing the best and could really use someone looking after him. He doesn't know Aether all that well and tells himself that it seems like Paimon's got it taken care of either way.

~But he's definitely more aware of the other, a bit protective and a bit softer with his words. Calling Aether a nickname, one he always used to call Lumine when she was small, by accident, (thinking like star shine or something else sweet) because old habits die hard and he nearly forgets that, 'no that's not Lumine, not his traveling partner, not his little, not his place.'

~Being told not to stim in public, or getting called out asking what he was doing. It wasn't a mean comment necessarily but it hurt. Not sure who would say it, maybe like Razor who genuinely is asking a question that's then taken the wrong way. Kind of like "Well don't do that. Draws attention." because he's anxious about being in public to begin with. Hmm not sure...

~It's something he masks a lot normally, but when he's small it's often times forgotten. He will be small and super happy, start stimming by shaking his hands, or tapping his palms together and have to force himself to stop because- that's weird, no one does that, quit it, you're just faking... which has gained him a couple of concerned looks from those around him who know him well enough

~Seeing as Paimon can't carry him, Aether takes to carrying her around like a stuffie instead as his own form of comfort. Also he’s just touch starved and likes having someone close.

~Paimon will complain about this, but decides inevitably that it's better than being seen as emergency food

~Speaking of emergency food, baby brain finds it hilarious to try and chew on her hair or her cape. One second she’s holding his hand the next she’s being bit.

~Venti upon finding out the Traveler regresses is like, 'Yeah I'm a great caregiver. ✨I've got this✨'

~He does not

~He ends up regressed alongside Aether and the two together unsupervised just spells trouble.

~Paimon has to go running to Diluc to come and get the two and stop them from causing a hurricane or something because they think it would be fun to play around with their powers. (Could also imagine Kaeya and Rosaria getting involved depending if they made their way over to the cathedral or not)

~Who needs storybooks when you have a dragon dad who's the equivalent of a living one?

~And yes Aether has gone all the way to Liyue from Mond in the span of one night because he couldn't fall asleep and wanted Zhongli to tell him a bedtime story. (It was that or going to Venti, but Venti's stories are usually a lot more lively and not the best to fall asleep to)

~Childe who wants so much to be Aether's big brother while he's small. Buys him a bunch of little gear, stuffed animals, toys, custom pacifiers, really anything he thinks of to try and win the little one's favor. He's is so sure that he's going to be Aether's favorite that he makes a bet with Zhongli over it. (If Diluc knew about this he would have a fit...)

~And Aether just- won't have anything to do with him small. He will either cry, or keep pushing Childe away and whining. He had a full meltdown once where he got overwhelmed enough to call Xiao. Easy to say that ended up in a fight and Zhongli having to step in to calm everybody down.

~His fits are mostly out of fear and distrust. Baby brain sees everything black and white and Childe confuses him more than anything because Childe should be the bad guy here.

~But on one hand he's always nice and he likes the idea of being doted on with little presents and being carried around, and Childe seems like the best big brother that Aether never had.

~But on the other hand their fights have scarred him mentally, and the fatui in general frightens him and he's scared that it's all an act that's going to crumble the moment he gets too attached.

~It takes awhile but he slowly opens up to the other, though only when someone else is around to ‘protect’ him. Probably Xiao. The adeptus wouldn’t trust Aether alone with Childe for a moment

~Xiao has been called multiple times on accident while Aether was small. He comes expecting a fight only to find a small and weepy baby who wants to be held.

~It's gotten to be a problem because the Traveler will refuse to call him when it really matters, like him being in danger, but baby brain will call out for him over something like a nightmare or feeling lonely and small, Xiao is terrible when it comes to anything dealing with delicate emotions.

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

Would you do a one shot about Leo at camp while they're preparing to go to camp Jupiter? I always thought he would have funny interactions with the Stoll brothers

(Also I'm not sure where I was supposed to message this since I'm very new to Tumblr sorry)

Ooooh I've never written Leo because idk I just liked other characters better (sorry) but he IS so so iconic and I couldn't wait to write him so THANK YOU for the prompt!!

More than funny, I think I made the Leo x Stoll dynamic way too cute but I like it? Also I projected on leo a little bit while writing him so excuse any ooc moments, it's not leo it's me 😭😭

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Annabeth threw herself on the blueprints on the table dramatically. It was one of those afternoons Leo and Annabeth spent designing the Argo II ship for its voyage a month later.

"NO!" she cried out. "I'M doing Percy's bedroom. You can't do it.

Leo put his hands on his hips. "Sheesh," he replied. "It's literally a box with four walls. I'll let you decorate if you want." He tried to be nice about it, but he really didn't like people trying to interfere in his work.

"No, you don't get it!" Annabeth said, her eyebrows scrunched in frustration. "It can't BE just a box. Percy's claustrophobic. Also, Percy's cabin is L-shaped, which means it doesn't have just four walls. It needs to feel like home to him--" She sounded ridiculous, but her eyes went a scary stormy grey, which was a warning sign.

"Okay, okay!" Leo kept his hands up in surrender. "What do I do then?" Annabeth blinked as if she hadn't thought of that. "I don't know, go hang out with someone or something like that."

Annabeth seemed adamant, so Leo walked out of his cabin into the warm sunlight of camp, and plopped down in the middle of the strawberry fields.

Now what? Piper and Jason had left camp to go see a movie, his siblings in the Hephaestus cabin were busy working on the parts for the Argo II (not like they liked him a lot).

He could maybe go up and flirt with a few Aphrodite kids. Maybe he could go and play a game of basketball with a few dudes (if he knew how to play basketball) or find someone to nerd out to about fire breathing dragon machines, though he doubted anyone would listen.

Huh, I need to get more friends, he thought. Then the memories started rushing in.

Third grade. A sunny afternoon in one of the many school playgrounds he spent his rocky childhood in. He remembered himself meekly walking up to a random boy and asking him if he wanted to play a game of tag.

"No," the boy said, stepping back with a foul look. "My mom told me not to talk to you. She said you're a bad influence." He tried not to remember that memory, but it had come to him in the spar of the moment, and now he'd have to try to get rid of it.

He got snapped out of the flashback by a voice from behind him. "Hey, you're the ship kid, right" Leo huffed and looked back, and saw Connor and Travis Stoll, the twins, sorry, brothers of camp half blood.

As if naturally, Leo smiled. "Why, yes, the ship kid, that's me!" he joked. Not like he had any other name. "Hello, gentlemen! How can I help you?"

Connor cracked a smile. "Hello to you too, kind sir."

The two almost turned to leave, when a girl's voice screamed from the distance. "TRAVIS! CONNOR! DID YOU BREAK MY ENGINE?" Leo recognised it as Nyssa, from his cabin. The brothers looked at each other with widened eyes that screamed, We're doomed.

"What did you do?" Leo asked, curiously.

"Uhh....we might have disconnected a few wires of her engine by mistake." Travis admitted. "We were just trying to paint....something on it."

Connor continued. "Yeah, but then there was a red wire connected to a big box which got knocked off and then the engine started spouting--" Both of them stopped, looking at each other as if realising they had just both rambled on about their prank to Nyssa's brother, who could very well snitch on them.

Leo stopped them before they could run away. "Wait," he said. "The red wire to the big box?" He mentally winced at his painfully simple language. "That's not where it's supposed to go in the first place. And it's supposed to spout smoke at first..." An evilly grin spread across his face. "Great. Now you can say you fixed it!"

Connor and Travis looked at each other, and then at him in wonder. "Dude!" they exclaimed. Connor ran up to him and thumped him on the back. "We're definitely going to use that. Thanks, ship kid!"

Travis shot him an annoyed look and asked, "What's your name, by the way? Probably not 'ship kid'?"

Leo bowed his head mockingly. "Leo Valdez, at your service."

"Cool!" Connor said. He turned to Travis. "We should get Leo to help us more. He's good at this stuff!"

Leo blinked. "Really?" he paused. "I mean--of course, gentlemen! Always at your service."

They both beamed at him. "Will see you around then, kind sir," Connor laughed, before running with Travis to where Nyssa's voice was cursing them out.

Huh. Maybe Leo was a bad influence. But people wanted to talk to him. Both could coexist.

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thanks for reading <3 and as usual, constructive criticism is appreciated!

[hibiscus-writing]

2nd Prince of Khaenri'ah, Kaeya Alberich

tldr: Kaeya is khaenri’ahn royalty, the youngest of 5. He loses the memory of his family during the cataclysm. When information regarding khaenri’ahs last royal family arises and Kaeya’s name is included, he and Diluc must figure out what exactly happened?

-Kaeya is the youngest of 5 siblings, the final royal family before celestia’s attack

-Kaeya has 4 other siblings, 3 older sisters and one older brother. The oldest is a sister being trained for the throne.

-kaeya's only brother and the second oldest sibling is gifted in alchemy, and is being trained by gold to become the next head alchemist.

-kaeya's two older twin sisters are party animals in a way, always excited for the next ball and to look their best. Outside of their love for parties, they're seen as the people's princesses, as they're more attentive to khanria'nhs civilians wants and needs.

-Kaeya’s very young when the attack began, being only around 3-4. His siblings range from 8-19

-when the attack happens, Kaeya is scooped into the arms of his oldest sister as they flee the crumbling castle.

-they make it as far as they can, Kaeya’s sister clutching him close to her chest so he doesn’t see the crushed bodies of those working inside the castle, alongside his crushed siblings. Kaeya still manages to catch a glimpse

-sadly, they don’t make it, a piece of the wall falling directly on top of Kaeya’s sister head. She manages to throw Kaeya out of the way before it crushed her, but Kaeya hit his head on the way down, passing out. Before losing consciousness, he sees his sisters body besides him.

-Kaeya wakes again, being saved by his father, the only other surviving member of the family. Kaeya doesn’t remember anything when he wakes, the fall causing amnesia.

-Kaeya’s father fills Kaeya in on the basics, his age and his name, avoiding telling Kaeya about the rest of the family and his royal status.

-canon goes on as usual at this point. Kaeya gets left behind as a spy plot, gets adopted by the Ragvinders, Crepus dies, ect ect

-throughout his whole life, Kaeya has no idea who he was before the cataclysm. Only remembering khaenria’h after its fall. He assumes it’s due to it being such a traumatic event and doesn’t attempt to peruse it.

-everything goes as normal, until ancient books are discovered in a dungeon depicting khaenri’hn in sumeru.

-this is a massive discovery, as everything concerning khaenria’h was considered lost after its fall, as all books from Teyvat depicting the nation were very surface level, and any books that went more in-depth were lost to time either by mistake or deliberate measures.

-inside one of the books depicts the final royal family in a painting, a year before khaenria’h’s fall.

-Kaeya hears of the book’s discovery, and due to his curiosity on what his home nation was like before its fall, asks Lisa to order some copies of these books in.

-he trusts that nobody would suspect him of ordering these books, as since the discovery, khaenria’h has become a very popular topic among all the nations.

-When Kaeya sees the photo, he is hit with a strong sense of Deja vu. He recognises almost everyone in this picture, but doesn’t know who they are besides his father.

-connecting the dots, Kaeya realises he was khaenria’hns last prince, that his memories of his supposed siblings and mother were completely missing, and his father never told Kaeya throughout the 2-3 years living in the abyss.

-no matter how hard Kaeya tries, he just cannot remember anything about his family besides the photo he saw of them, only knows what the public knows.

-it infuriates Kaeya, not knowing these people, who he feels love for deep inside his heart. He knows he used to care deeply for these people, but he can’t for the life of him remember why.

-he thinks to himself, that he’s lost two families, it’s a bitter remark.

-Diluc notices Kaeya ordering in the books from his spy network, remarking how Kaeya specifically paid to ship them into the nation, to get them there as fast as possible.

-when Diluc confronts Kaeya about this privately, it takes a bit of pushing before Kaeya cracks, admitting and sharing his forgotten past with Diluc.

-Diluc is a little in shock about this news, after all, for the longest time he’d been Kaeya’s only sibling, or so he thought, but how can he get mad if Kaeya himself had no idea!

-the thought of forgetting his own family, no matter how broken his and Kaeya’s brotherhood was now, terrified him.

-Diluc decides to help Kaeya remember, despite their broken relationship

-together, they search for clues and ways for Kaeya to get his memory back, to remember what was of his first family.