#pequeño AU

[rutlancecf]

¡Es un Wayne! 🍼

En la sala de espera, Dick saltaba de contento en su asiento, Jason leía algunas revistas haciendo caras y gestos, y Tim estaba muy serio.

- ¿Alfred?- El mayordomo volteó a ver al pequeño de la familia.- Ahora que esté el bebé en la casa, ¿ya no nos va a querer Bruce?-

- Jóvenes amos.- Pennyworth se puso de cuclillas mientras ponía una mano en el hombro de Drake.- El amo Bruce los ama a los tres de igual manera, y no importa que haya un bebé en la familia, los seguirá queriendo igual. Sin embargo, a partir de ahora deben entender que el bebé va a necesitar muchos cuidados y ayuda porqué no puede hacer nada por cuenta propia.-

- ¡ES UN MALDITO DEMONIO!- Se oyó una voz al fondo.- ¡ME ATACÓ CON LAS TIJERAS!-

- Ustedes tres son sus hermanos mayores y deben cuidarlo, protegerlo y amarlo.- Les sonrió.

- ¡ES SÓLO UN BEBÉ!-

- ¡Sí!- Exclamó muy alegre Grayson.- Aún no lo veo y ya lo quiero mucho, Alfred.- Se llevó las manos a las mejillas.- Ojalá y fuera una niñita, siempre le pedía a mis padres tener una hermanita bebé.-

- ¿Estás tonto o qué?- Le regañó Todd.- Alfie dijo que era un unicornio. Además, uno no puede jugar a las luchas con las niñas. Ugh.-

- Joven Jason, dije eso en forma de sarcasmo.-

En eso, las puertas se abrieron y un muy descompuesto Bruce Wayne salió de ellas, vestido con un gorro y una bata quirúrgica desechable, y quitándose un cubrebocas.

- Amo Bruce.-

- ¿Bruce?- Tim alzó la cabeza para ver a su padre adoptivo.

- ¿Es una niña?- Preguntó ahogándose de la emoción Dick.

- ¡No! ¡Es un unicornio!- Reclamó Jason.- ¿Cierto, viejo?-

Pero Bruce se quitó entonces el gorro y se pasó una mano sobre los cabellos.

- Es un ... Wayne.- Les anunció.- ... Y casi apuñala al doctor que lo nalgueó, ... con unas tijeras.-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30772739/chapters/84411184

[secretlizzycookie]

here it is more relaxed

King Peppy will never let a 'visitor' escape especially if he has managed to evade him for so long

When I said I was 'crazy bad' I meant this

[inufaiya]

Algo que se me ocurrió tras la pregunta de ¿Y si Dedede no hubiera terminado con los dees, si no que por azares del destino hubiera terminado cuando Meta y los demás eran pequeños?

Solaris está ya en plan de bueno, he adoptado a otro huérfano extraño xD y eso sí, adoro como se ve el pequeño Dedede, se ve tan adorable detrás de mini Meta

[ditzydreamsss]

scu doodles, go

ditzy fun fact: i used to be like "Oh nooo they're brothers I can't ship themmmm" haha look at me now

theyre so gay

[fuyu-art]

[taddymason]

¡Me encanta tu Au y me encanta Kaida, es super linda!

Tengo una pregunta (no tienes que responder si no quieres): ¿Jay sigue siendo fan de The Fold? Me lo imagino caminando, simplemente encontrando uno o varios albunes de la banda tirado en el piso, después va corriendo a su apartamento y se lo muestra a Kaida para arrastarla con él y hacerla fan de The Fold.

Y teniendo en cuenta que algunas de las canciones de The Fold son en "honor"/"resumen de una temporada" (ejemplos son: "Rise of the Vermillion", "Bring On The Pirates" o "Enter the Tournament") ¿A Jay le causaria alguna reacción, algun recuerdo estático? O seria más como "No tenia idea que hicieron esta canción ¿en serio, cuanto tiempo estuve fuera?"

Por cierto, ¡también me encanta tu forma de dibujo!₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

Hola, muchas gracias, me alegra que te guste este AU!! ^^

Respondiendo tu pregunta, Jay sigue siendo fan de The Fold. Si Jay llega siquiera a encontrar en la Administración algún album de The Fold escucharía las mismas canciones una y otra vez, todas las veces que pueda. Kaida al principio se cansa de escuchar The Weekend Whip 5 veces en un día pero después de tantas repeticiones se termina convirtiendo en fan de la banda.

Cuando Jay escucha las últimas canciones que no recuerda su reacción sí es más "Siguieron haciendo canciones? Cuántos años pasaron?" en vez de recordar algo específico. Pero la parte principal de "jump up, kick back, whip around and spin" si le parecería de alguna manera extraña (por todo lo que pasó con la forma dragón en S15) aunque él no entiende por qué.

Muchas gracias por la pregunta!

[diino8081]

we are so back

i previously had flau as just a sole focus on the relationship between zane and dani (and HARD ANGST) but now i've created like 3 new characters and now the world is absolutely building itself and i am so overjoyed

it does change a few parts of the story but honestly mate i'm like well chuffed by this

wow british era (i am british)

but yeah

i'm like super hyped to finish drawing them up and to post them here

[elijah-dawlish]

Una vez, cuando tenía 12 años y el maestre de armas decidió que era lo suficientemente mayor para acompañar a los hombres al bosque, se topó de frente con un ciervo muerto. Seguramente había ocurrido apenas unos minutos atrás, pues la sangre brillaba un poco a la luz del sol. Sus tripas se movieron intentando sacar el desayuno, pero un ruido detrás de él lo distrajo. El gruñido de ese lobo joven sonaba lo bastante amenazante apenas para hacerlo correr como si sólo estuviera pidiendo que se largara para poder seguir comiendo, pero Elijah levantó su espada y gritando para alertar a los otros que habían ido con él al bosque, echó a correr hacia el animal que quizás porque no esperaba la reacción de ese humano pero giró en sus patas traseras y salió huyendo.

Los otros hombres y su maestre en persona lo felicitaron al ver al lobo correr. Le revolvían el cabello o le daban un golpecito en la espalda. Deseó volver a sentirse así de heróico, pues le parecía que si podía ser valiente por los dos y enfrentar lo que sea que el futuro trajera, Alice podría sentirse más tranquila. En ese momento percibía que incluso estaba pensando en abandonar el plan.

Pero ella no era de las que bajaban los hombros y ya. Ella también se habría enfrentado a toda una manada de lobos si tuviera la oportunidad. Sólo tenía que hacer que lo recordara.

—Me arriesgaré a esto porque estoy seguro de que tu abuelo no tiene un calabozo— dijo luego de soltarle la mano, se agachó para tomar un poco de nieve en su mano y formar una pequeña esfera con ella, para arrojarla a los pies de la princesa y alejarse unos pasos, como una invitación a perseguirlo pero también a devolver el golpe —. Vamos, no pueden robarnos esto. Ni siquiera el rey puede evitar que disfrutemos de este lugar. Seamos libres, al menos mientras estemos aquí.

Caminó un par de pasos hacia atrás, hasta que cayó de espaldas en la nieve sin hacerse daño pero el movimiento repentino lo obligó a cerrar los ojos.

Parpadeó un par de veces, intentando acostumbrarse a la luz. Notó de inmediato que estaba debajo de una sábana con la que se había cubierto el rostro para que los primeros rayos del sol no lo obligaran a despertar. Obviamente no había tenido el éxito que esperaba.

Notó el roce de la tela sobre toda su piel al estirarse un poco y rodar hasta acomodarse sobre su espalda. Sus mejillas aumentaron su temperatura al notar que no había recuperado ninguna de sus prendas durante la noche.

Un movimiento a pocos centímetros de su hombro le advirtió que a pesar de la hora, ella no se había marchado todavía. Aunque su chimenea estaba por supuesto fuera de los registros públicos, nunca eran suficientes precauciones con los paparazzi que los seguían como lobos a todas partes.

—Vas a llegar tarde a la conferencia de las restauraciones— dijo en un susurro sin atreverse a quitar el trozo de la sábana que también estaba cubriendo su cabeza, en su lugar se metió debajo nuevamente y frotó su nariz contra el hombro de ella, como lo haría un cachorro. Sabía que eso siempre la hacía sonreir—. Y como se supone que no estoy oficialmente invitado, tendré que llegar aún más tarde que tú.

— Sí, más tiempo para que él pueda pasearme como una vaca y ver quién quiera pagar más por mí.— No estaba oficialmente comprometida aún, y con lo que su padre le había dicho apenas unos momentos antes, no dudaba que cambiara de opinión si encontraba a alguien que le pareciera una mejor opción que Wood según sus ridículos estándares.

No quería arruinar su entusiasmo respecto al plan. En un principio creyó que sería suficiente para que su padre hiciera a un lado la idea del matrimonio arreglado, pero ya no estaba tan segura.

— No quiero volver todavía.— No se sentía de humor para volver adentro y tener que estar viendo a su padre el resto del día. Si por ella fuera, se quedaría en los jardines el resto del día.—Me caía mejor cuando no estaba fastidiándome con sus estúpidas ideas de matrimonio.— Era increíble pensar que todo había comenzado apenas unos meses atrás. Antes de eso, no podía ni imaginar el no hablar con él.

[tetra28]

Baby Damian

Está será una de las únicas partes donde estará a full color :3.

Un au dónde Damian llega desde pequeño con Batman.

Serán muchas imágenes sin contexto de su convivencia con la familia y mini comics

Part 2

Parts list

This will be one of the only parts where it will be in full color :3.

An au where Damian arrives as a child with Batman.

There will be many images without context of his coexistence with the family and mini comics

[replacementcodeau]

hice un pequeño comic de mi au uwu¡ espero que les guste <3 TADC Replacement Code au comic:

Genial¡

(Sorry if the English translation is not clear, please use Google Translate.)

[fanaticsnail]

Seat Number Four

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 4,500+

Synopsis: You are stuck on an eight hour flight between two gentlemen you have never met before. Unaware of their prior history and dislike for one another, you attempt to relax and watch a new series your friend recommended. The series was a little more raunchy than you had anticipated, and you become a little uncomfortable in your seat between the two attractive men. Doflamingo reassures you your need is nothing to be ashamed of, and he would be more than willing to help you out if you allowed him to teach the younger blonde how to best please you.

Warnings: Doflamingo x cisfem!reader x Sanji, gendered terms used, Vinsmoke name used, modern au, NSFW, smut, MDNI, 18+, threesome, public sex, fingering, finger sucking, penetration, oral, (dub con masturbation by a guest appearance), Spanish Doflamingo, French Sanji, not very much plot, praise (reader receiving), degradation (Sanji receiving), bisexuality hinted (subtle Sanji x Doffy), Dom Doffy, Sub Sanji, switch reader, voyeurism.

Notes: based on this post by @/shamblespirate (I don't know if they'd like to read this or not, so I thought I'd spare them the debauchery) and the encouragement of @physics-of-one-piece. Sitting between Doffy and Sanji, two unhinged blondes on an 8 hour flight? What could go wrong?

Stumbling through the boarding gates and checking your luggage at the last minute should've been the sign that this eight hour flight was not going to go the way you expected.

This simple trip you needed to take for work was booked at the worst time. The only warning you received from your boss was a quick email stating the fact that you needed to pack your bags to attend a week long conference. No further context, no meetings, no chance for rebuttal, and simply no time.

What made matters worse is the fact that you were meant to be situated on the window seat of the last row of the plane. Closest to the bathroom, furthest from the food, and caged by the bodies of two complete strangers.

However, these strangers seemed to know each other, both sitting in pregnant silence as steam seemed to rise from the younger blonde’s ears in simmering rage. That same younger blonde, who seemed to take your absence from the final call for boarding as your consent, to sit in your assigned seat.

Not one to cause a fuss, you stored your carry on above the taller, tanned blonde in the aisle. His glasses did very little to conceal the heavy eye contact he made with your breasts as you had no choice but to bury him in the chasms of your chest as you stuffed your bag above him.

The first few hours of your early afternoon flight was filled with tension. While the taller man seemed to antagonize the younger blonde in Spanish, the younger would curse at him in French beneath his breath.

Blocking them both out with your headphones, you opened your traveling laptop as soon as the signs indicated it was safe to do so, and listened to music while finishing off your final projects for your boss. Each time you made to adjust your arms more comfortably, you would inadvertently brush your body against either of the two men. Uttering your apologies beneath your breath each time, you were not made privy to the conversation that was being made regarding your persons.

“She looks rather pent up, rubio. Do you think she'd appreciate my fingers stuffing her pretty cunt full-?” the snickers of Doflamingo were cut short by the younger blonde.

“-That is no way to treat a lady!” the hushed tone flew through the air like a kick to the chin, only seeming to draw up the older blonde’s smile wider. Looming over your shoulder as you commenced the beginning of a series, Doflamingo looked through the base of his glasses at you before looking over the rim at Sanji.

“You were the one to take her seat, mi pequeño. How’s that for treating a lady?” Sanji glared at him, offering no retort for the theft of your seat. It's true, he stole it from you the moment he noticed the close proximity to the Don of Quixote. Being an heir to the Vinsmoke dukedom had them both in similar social circles, and each time they met, Doflamingo would tease and torment him regarding his obsession with serving women.

Treating women with respect was a foreign concept for the other heirs, and Doflamingo seemed to enjoy tormenting him about it. In actuality, he admired that in him. Doflamingo loved his mother, and he often thought of her fondly. Sanji made those soirees entertaining and bearable, and Doflamingo wanted to return the favor.

“I think this lady would allow us both to treat her, if you catch my meaning,” Doflamingo chuckled, prompting Sanji to snap his head over at him. Before the younger could speak, Doflamingo halted him with an observation, “The series she seems to be watching has had a fair amount of love scenes and nudity. I don't think she was anticipating that in this series. Just look at her, sitting there all flustered.”

Slowly shifting his eyes over your form in a manner to not startle you, he noticed how flustered your face was. Eyes wide, heat radiating from your face, and slinking your body down into the seat, surely enough, you were fully fixed on the series. Although the screen was darkened, Sanji could clearly make out the shapes of two men and a woman indulging in intimacy on the screen.

Your breathing seemed to both slow and quicken with the elevation of your heartbeat, prompting Sanji’s eyes to darken on your blissfully ignorant form. Doflamingo's grin widened as he gained Sanji’s attention back onto him.

“Once the rest of the aircraft vessel falls asleep, I would love to teach you how to really treat a lady, Vinsmoke,” Doflamingo intentionally brushed his chest against your shoulder as he learnt closer to Sanji, “If she's willing, of course.” Hastily darting his eyes down to you and back up to Doflamingo, Sanji reluctantly gave his nod of understanding.

“Only if she's willing. I don't want to make her uncomfortable,” he uttered strictly. Noticing the soft shudder in your form as Doflamingo held himself against you, Sanji felt this wave of protection swirl in the pit of his stomach. As soon as he made to make a move to rally to your defense, you made yourself comfortable in the shroud of Doflamingo’s embrace.

“I think she'll be more than willing,” Doflamingo eyes you dangerously before reaching down to unplug your headphones from your ear. Snapping your head over to him, he hushed you with his voice dripping in smarmy sweetness.

“Easy now, mi querida,” he smiled genuinely, “The dining cart will be by shortly. Just making sure you didn't miss out on a choice.”

“Oh!” You smiled at him reaching down to the bags you stored beneath the seat for your wallet. “Thank you, mister…?”

“Doflamingo,” he gave you a polite nod of his head while closing his eyes at you. Gesturing with his chin, he drew your attention to the younger blonde, “The Frenchy is Sanji.” You turn your smile to the younger one, noticing his fluster seemed to grow and litter his cheeks in a soft blush.

“We couldn't help but notice the series you were watching,” Doflamingo continued, his fingers hooked beneath your chin and turning you to face his much taller body, “And I thought you should know, we're both very interested in seeing how it plays out. Care to remove the headphones from the port so we can hear too?”

“Oh, uh-...” a wave of bashfulness overcomes you at the knowledge that they were both witnessing a particularly graphic depiction of love making over your shoulder, “...a friend recommended the series. I didn't know what to expect, and they absolutely didn't warn me about the content.” Both Doflamingo and Sanji chuckled at you in their own ways, enjoying your company and getting a better read on your character.

“I don't think either of us mind a bit of graphic content in with our plot, do we pequeño,” Doflamingo asked Sanji, his smile quirking up at the corner, “You could use a few pointers on how to please a woman anyhow.”

“Speak for yourself, le vieillard,” Sanji retorted at him in a hastened quip, “I know how to please a woman just fine.” You shook your head and chuckled at the way they balanced one another. As the dining cart approached, Doflamingo placed his order and offered to pay for both yours and Sanji’s in synchrony. Both of you expressed your gratitude, enjoying being treated by the older man.

As the night wore on, your meals lay firstly improved by the younger blonde before consumed. You learnt they were both in high social circles, the younger had aspirations of becoming a chef as depicted in his satchel of spices. The older gentleman was from a reputable family that sold their fortune off to investors without his consent. He had to claw his way back up to the top, leading to an empire he molded for himself.

While they truly should've been in first or business class, both of them seemed to find entertainment in regular seating. You were grateful for their attention and company, and enjoyed being doted and treated by two blonde men who were eager to please in their own ways.

Once under the cover of nightfall, the meal trays left collected and napkins discarded, and the raunchy series had finished, you all spoke in hushed tones and gossiped about the characters. Talks of: “She deserved to find happiness,” or, “The way they filmed that was exceptional. Tasteful nudity with a hint of wanting. Simply beautiful,” and “She could've had both men if she played her cards right.”

Doflamingo’s larger form swooped ever closer, the shroud of his pink, feathered cloak caging your body in your seat as he leant in closer. Asking permission with his eyes, you nodded your head as you felt him press his lips against yours. Tongues darting out, Doflamingo reached forward and grasped at Sanji, tugging his wrists and placing them on your thighs first. Guiding Sanji's chin up to your neck, you felt the younger man latch and lick at your pulse as Doflamingo stole your breath from your lungs with his kiss.

Tilting your chin with his hand, Doflamingo made a trail with his digits down your neck and through the hem of your shirt to grip at your breast. Noseying through the material of your bra, he began softly rolling and lightly pinching your nipples beneath the cups. Consuming your soft gasps needily, he guided one of Sanji's hands to reach beneath your shirt to cup at your other breast.

Hands, lips, tongues and teeth overwhelmed you. Everything was too little and too much all at once. You felt your arousal soak through your panties as both men toyed at your thighs and hemline to your stomach. Simply no longer caring about professionalism and giving into their touch, you allowed them to push aside the material and undo your pants.

Breaking away from the kiss, Doflamingo’s hands brushed over your mound and down to toy at your glistening folds. A gasp was strangled in your throat as you attempted to stifle it. The heavy snores and breathing from the seats in front and beside you indicated you didn't disturb anyone of their slumber, but you didn't want to take the risk of being too loud.

Lowering himself down into your ear Doflamingo purred at you, “I am going to teach Sanji how to please you. I am going to have you cum on my fingers a few times before I let him try.” You gulped back a mouthful of nervous saliva as Sanji shot his attention between you both, “Is that okay with you, mi amor?” You couldn't pull your eyes away from the older man, nodding almost dumbly as if hypnotized by the promise of the pleasure to cum. Chuckling, Doflamingo presses a kiss to your jaw before licking a stripe up to your ear possessively.

“If you can't help yourself from moaning, I'll have Sanji stuff your mouth full of his fingers for you to suck on. Do you want them straight away, or do you want to wait?” He offered you Sanji’s hand raised to your lips, pressing the pads of his digits at your lips just as he sank his own further down to tease at your arousal. Whimpering, you immediately took Sanji’s fingertips in your mouth and swirled your tongue around them.

Sanji gasped, his own moans choking in his throat as he became caught up in the moment. Doflamingo shoots him a warning look, growling out a low order at him.

“And if you can't help but moan at the feeling,” Doflamingo gestured with his chin to your breasts, “Make your mouth useful and flick that silver tongue over her nipples. Let her feel that frenulum piercing you think your daddy hasn't noticed.” Sanji’s eyes went wide, the tension once again rising between them.

“I am not calling you daddy, le vieillard,” Sanji barked in a harsh whisper, prompting Doflamingo to chuckle as he began toying with the border and hood of your clit with his middle and unity fingers.

“I was referring to your biological father, niño. However,” he leans over your shoulder and scrunched his nose at the younger man playfully, “If the mood arises, I prefer ‘Papi’.” Tugging your body flush against his chest, hidden by the shroud of his cloak and broad shoulders, Doflamingo snaked his hand around your waist after drawing up the armrest between the seats.

Sanji pushed up your shirt, physically unable to contain the moan that flew from his lips the moment he noticed the ripple of your breasts bouncing free beneath the fabric. Immediately surging forward, Sanji latched onto your left nipple, swirling and mouthing at your puckered nipple and romancing it with his kisses. Doflamingo chuckled as you offered the same enthusiasm mirrored back to him.

Without further warning, Doflamingo prodded and pressed at your entrance with his fingers, curling and grinding them against your glistening arousal and collecting your slick over his fingers. Stifling your pretty mewls on Sanji’s fingers, Doflamingo curled his digits in you, using the pad of his thumb to roll against your clit as he began beckoning his hooked fingers slowly. Stimulating your clit and your g-spot with his hand, he leaned down to be in earshot of both you and Sanji.

“Look at you both. Both my sweet little ones are doing so well,” Doflamingo purred lightly, “Is mi reina sucking your fingers good, mi príncipe? Is she using her tongue like a good little reina, hm?” You bit back your moan, opening your mouth and demonstrating to Doflamingo how your tongue swirls and grinds against Sanji’s fingers. Sanji couldn't help himself, Stradling your thighs as you were tucked in Doflamingo's lap. Slowly rolling his hips against you, you felt how hard the young blonde was as he bucked his clothed cock into your thigh.

Chuckling, Doflamingo doubled down on his efforts to make you squirm. Holding you flush against his chest, he continued coaxing out soft mewls muffled by Sanji’s fingers in your mouth.

“Stop your petulant rocking, Vinsmoke,” Doflamingo whispered his soft tease down at the younger blonde, “This was about pleasing her. You think she wants your precum soaking her pretty thighs through your pants? How's that pleasing her?” Sanji gasped, the cool intake of air causing your body to tremble at the harsh cold. Switching to the other breast, Sanji whimpers against you as he attempts his hardest to not rock his steely cock on your legs. His eyes dart down to where Doflamingo’s larger hands pry open your walls and scissor his fingers in your pussy with expert precision. Doflamingo leans down and nudges Sanji’s fingers away with his forehead before swallowing your moans with his lips covering your own.

Hastening the pace of his fingers and thumb, perfectly coaxing and beckoning your orgasm from you, your body explodes in the quickened lightning of your ecstacy. It felt almost out of the blue, unprompted but not at all unwelcome. The scream from your throat was captured and muffled by Doflamingo’s lips as he chuckled into your mouth. Unintentionally bucking your hips up into his hand, Sanji whimpered as your thigh brushed with his cock. The vibration of his moan shot through your nipple and down to pool more of your glistening arousal over Doflamingo’s palm.

“My, my. That was a big one, mi amor. Is there another? Another one for me?” he uttered against your lips, prompting you to shake your head hastily to not have him stimulate you further. He clicked his tongue in a curt ‘tsk,’ before removing his hand from your pussy. Your walls contracted in the final pulses of your bliss in a bid to keep his digits within you as he pulled out.

“Aw, but she wants more,” Doflamingo purred at you, referring to your cunt twitching and throbbing after coming down from your orgasm. Sanji couldn't help himself, he hastily pushed Doflamingo’s face away from yours with his chin before meeting his lips with your own. He greedily dominated your lips, his desperation coming out in soft pants and barely audible whispers.

“Please. Please, I need you. Please?” Sanji attempted to relay, not entirely certain as to what he was asking. All he knew is that he wanted it, and the ‘it’ in question was ‘you’. Peeling back the button of his pants, the rosy tip of his pretty flushed cock immediately sprung forth. You had never seen such a beautiful cock before: all shiny and throbbing with need, the pearls of precum coating the small slit over the blunt tip. The slender shaft had several veins prompting the swell in desire, your own immediately rising just by his need alone.

He did not set out a plan in motion to fuck you in front of Doflamingo, but he was too far gone to not clothe his cock in the heat of your cunt after witnessing how truly beautiful you looked while keening in bliss. Doflamingo moved to chastise the younger boy, only halting as he witnessed you push your pants over your hips and down to your knees. Rolling onto your stomach to face your enshrouded breasts to Doflamingo, you arched your back and whispered to Sanji.

“Let me sit in your lap like this, sweety?” you moved your ass to sit with your back facing Sanji’s chest. His cock found its home between your legs, the tip brushing with your clit as he rocked into your firmly shut thighs. Each soft drag of his cock prompted him to sign out little gasps of pleasure. Doflamingo arched his brow as he witnessed you huff on Sanji’s lap as a wave of fresh desire swelled within you. Displeasure and unamusement grew over his face the longer you paid attention to the younger blonde.

Turning back your attention to Doflamingo, you motioned with your arms for him to come closer to you. Doing as you asked you reached up and gripped the open collar of his shirt and tug him into you. Lips finding his once more, your tongue sought out his own to perform against it in a sultry dance. Grinding the muscle over his own, you lifted your hips and lined up your slit with Sanji's knob. Just as you were sinking yourself down onto him, you halted your motion and tore your lips away from Doflamingo's.

“Can I suck your cock?” you asked the larger man, “It'll keep me quiet, I promise. Please? I want to please you too. Let me, Mister Doflamingo?” Doflamingo could barely contain the shudder that ran through his spine. With the soft quiver of his jaw, he gulped emphatically before popping open the front of his leather pants.

“And how is that going to keep the one you're sitting on quiet? Or me, for that matter?” he asked you with his brow quirked up. You aided him in releasing his cock from the confines of his pants by fishing it out with your hands. Taking the velvety shaft into your hands, your eyes bulged as you witnessed the sheer size of him. He was a lot larger than you in both height, and the girth of his cock. You were ever grateful that you opted to fuck the younger man as opposed to the giant in front of you.

Circling your hand at the base and peeling back his foreskin, you whispered up at him, “You're smart, I'm sure you'll think of something.”

Doflamingo physically gasped the moment he felt your breath hover over his cock, briefly meeting his eyes over Sanji as you sank your pussy and your mouth over both of them in unison. Sanji’s gaze was focussed on your ass as it rippled in gentle rocks down onto his shaft, while Doflamingo focussed his eyes on Sanji while trying not to give away how truly unraveled he was becoming by your lips.

Pressing soft, kitten licks over his blushing tip, you cleaned away Doflamingo’s first dews of pearlescent precum before swirling your tongue over the sensitive surface. Doflamingo choked on a soft gasp, snapping out of his hypnosis to clap his hand over Sanji's lips as he bottomed out into your gummy walls. The younger blonde couldn't help but moan, the larger hand stifling the majority of it to silence him with a frown.

“Listen, Vinsmoke. I know she feels-... f-fuck…” Doflamingo started, halting as he felt you take more of him into your lips. “...Fuck, mi amor, you take me so well,” he whispered his praise down at you before turning back his attention to Sanji, “You need to keep quiet. Need I remind you, Trafalgar and Eustass are sleeping in front of you? You want to wake them up by whining like a stag in rutt?”

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Sanji snapped his eyes over at Doflamingo, glaring up at him through his lengthy blonde eyelashes. Instead of biting back or insulting the larger blonde, Sanji couldn't help but roll his eyes in his skull as you began to bob on his cock. Simply unable to control his moans, Doflamingo shook his head at Sanji before huffing out in agitation while plunging his middle and index fingers into the younger blonde's mouth.

An accusatory glare first flew from Sanji to Doflamingo before Sanji used the older man’s fingers as a gag to muffle his whimpers into it. Gently bobbing your ass up and down over Sanji’s lap, the Frenchman's hands grabbed needily at your hips and ass as he bucked up to match your quickened pace. With fistfuls of your ass clutched into his greedy hands, Sanji bounced you with eager and desperate thrusts as he began to chase his high with you on his lap.

Doflamingo arched his brow high at the young Vinsmoke boy, noticing how well he was licking and sucking around his fingers before his attention immediately snapped down to you. Circling your hand at the base of his cock, your fingers expertly began to massage his heavy balls while gently bobbing and sucking his large cock. Flattening your tongue over his frenulum, your saliva pooled from your lips and began to drip down onto his shaft and the chasm between his balls. Using the added lubrication, you kneaded and fisted at the length you couldn't take in your mouth, while drawing up your lips over his cock.

Meeting your eyes with Doflamingo's, you smiled at him while removing your mouth from his cock and using your tongue to rake over him. Doflamingo’s breath shuddered, his nipples hardening beneath the open shirt as he shielded as much of himself as he could from the slumbering Nico Robin and the flight attendants.

“Oh, fuck. Look at you making me blush. Just like that, senorita,” he reached down with his unoccupied hand and cradled and caressed your cheek. Guiding your lips back down to cover his tip and swallow his cock, he began slowly rocking his hips up to meet your pace.

Sanji's thrusts were getting erratic, his rapidly approaching orgasm bound it's way tightly in his stomach. He could barely take the amount of pleasure coursing through his veins. The added suspense of getting caught had his nerves shot and heart skittish, but the sound of your drooling cunt taking his cock so well drowned out any hindrances. He snapped his eyes open, looking panicked at Doflamingo as he felt his balls suck into his stomach, the pucker of his ass warning him that he was nearly past the point of pulling out.

Doflamingo arched his brow at the young man, slowly leaning down to you and whispering, “I think Sanji wants to cum, pretty thing. Can he cum in that beautiful pussy of yours?” Making eye contact with Doflamingo, you nodded while speeding up your bobbing and sucking over the larger man’s throbbing hardness. Giving you a soft wink, Doflamingo sighed out to Sanji.

“If you need to cum, cum, pequeño. But you make sure she does too, you hear me?” Doflamingo pressed his fingers down on Sanji’s tongue to serve as a soft punishment and warning, Sanji gagging over his fingers while chasing his high faster. Nodding, Sanji reached one of his hands down to find your clit and began teasing it with his middle finger. With the added hooking motion of Sanji’s beckoning fingers, you felt yourself whimper on Doflamingo’s cock as he zeroed in on your pleasure.

Gripping the back of your neck, Doflamingo began rocking himself more firmly into your mouth and feeling his own approach tease at the corner of his mind. Soft gasps fell from his lips when he felt you focus more on his cock rather than Sanji's, the blonde behind you using his hands to both lift you and tease at your clit while he fucked you on his lap.

A strangled groan muffled itself onto Doflamingo's hands while Sanji's ecstacy spurted from his cock in pretty ribbons of translucent white. Painting your insides the pearlescent color of his bliss, Sanji bit on Doflamingo’s hand to stifle more of his keening moans. Doflamingo hissed at the pain before his jaw fell slack, eyes rolling back and whispering curses in Spanish under his breath. Without warning, his cum spilled itself in hot waves over your tongue and down your throat. Swallowing through hollowed cheeks, you took his entire release down your throat, which caused Doflamingo to double down in softly singing to your praises.

At the arrival of both of the blonde men’s cum, your walls contracted and milked Sanji's cock of the final waves of his bliss. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave made to capsize a ship, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you buried your throat beneath the girth of Doflamingo’s cock to stifle your cries of pleasure. Doflamingo rode your face through overstimulation, grinding his fingers in and out of Sanji’s mouth while Sanji’s eyes weeped through the intensity of his ecstasy.

“G-Good, mi amor. So good, look at you. F-Fuck, just like that, senorita,” Doflamingo praised you beneath his breath. “F-Fuck, you're such a pretty fuck. So beautiful, baby.” You continued to ride through the waves of your orgasm as Sanji spat Doflamingo's fingers from his mouth to double over and slump over onto your back.

Tilting his head to the side and gazing from the corner of his eyes at the seat in front of him, a shift in movement caught his immediate attention. The rise and fall of an arm over their front, a soft bitten back moan clenched and stifled by the clamp of their teeth, the redheaded Eustass Kid couldn't help but spill his own orgasm into a pre-opened tissue in hot spurts at the knowledge of what was happening behind him.

Only glimpsing over for a moment, and seeing Doflamingo's hand dip beneath the waistband of your pants, was all Captain Kid needed to see before his own hand began to fish out his cock in front of the sleeping Trafalgar Law. Setting up a mirror to witness the situation behind him was easy enough, and rocking his hips to the rhythm you set fucking Sanji was enough to have his eyes darken and jaw shudder. Leaning forward after Kid scrunched up the paper, Doflamingo tapped at his shoulder to bring his attention around.

“Got any spare tissue paper, red head?” Eustass Kid froze in his seat, “I don't particularly want to wake the attendants, and it's the least you could do for enjoying the show.”

[mikrokosmcs]

Le  enerva  la  forma  en  que  parece  no  inmutarse  con  nada,  en  cómo  quiere  ganarse  su  confianza  para  seguramente  apuñalarlo  por  la  espalda  como  lo  hizo  el  hijo  de  los  Jun.  Seongyeol  siente  el  hierro  de  la  sangre  en  su  lengua  cuando  ha  apretado  demasiado  los  dientes  y  colmillos,  el  liquido  pintando  sus  pálidos  labios  por  le  hambre.  Solo  necesitaba  un  desliz,  quebrarse  un  pulgar  y  sacar  una  de  sus  manos  de  las  cadenas  para  liberar  sus  poderes  y  aquel  estaría  muerto  en  un  santiamén,  arrancándose  los  ojos  y  el  corazón  con  sus  propias  manos,  suicidándose  por  sus  medios.  -  —Cierra  la  maldita  boca,  mentiroso.  Si  no  supieran  nada,  no  estarías  ahora  cómodamente  en  la  que  fuese  su  casa  antes  de  la  revolución.  Estaban  exiliados,  echados  del  país  como  los  perros  inhumanos  que  son  y  nadie  quería  tener  nada  que  ver  con  ustedes,  muriéndose  de  hambre,  sin  un  hogar  —  -el  menor  escupe  la  sangre  de  su  boca,  buscando  que  llegue  lo  más  lejos  posible,  aunque  dudaba  mucho  pudiese  alcanzar  al  otro  con  el  gesto  despectivo.  Luce  como  un  loco,  seguramente  todas  sus  facciones  hermosas  y  lo  bonito  de  sus  ojos  color  rosado  parecían  ahora  los  de  un  lunático,  pero  el  odio  lo  tenía  completamente  enfermo,  su  deseo  de  venganza  estaba  latente.  -  —Que  me  importa  lo  que  tu  creas  que  puedo  o  no  hacer,  no  dejaré  que  tu  ni  ninguno  de  tus  hombres  me  toque,  me  encargaré  de  arrancárselos  con  los  dientes  si  es  necesario  —  -suelta  una  risa  suave,  bajando  sus  ojos  hasta  la  entrepierna  del  alfa.  Su  esencia  de  bosque  es  acida  y  agría,  una  clara  señal  de  que  el  lugar  se  estaba  pudriendo  por  alguna  plaga  y  el  lirio  blanco  está  completamente  escondido.  Se  siente  un  poco  mejor  luego  de  dejar  en  claro  muchos  puntos,  respirando  entrecortado  y  la  energía  acabándosele  pronto  por  no  haber  comido  ni  un  bocado  en  días.  La  ninfa  del  bosque  aprieta  las  cadenas  que  le  mantienen  en  la  cama,  bajando  la  cabeza  para  que  el  cabello  cubra  su  expresión,  evitando  lucir  frágil.  -  —¿Qué  quieres  de  mi  para  liberarme?  Solo…  quiero  buscar  a  lo  que  me  queda  de  familia,  es  todo…  —  -no  puede  evitar  que  el  picor  en  sus  ojos  inunde  el  par  de  pétalos  rosados,  el  nudo  en  su  garganta  apretado  y  sofocante. 

La verdad no sabe qué otra reacción esperar del omega, teniendo algo de conocimiento de cómo llegó a su territorio, alejado de todos los que conocía sin saber qué sucedió con los adultos. "De todas formas permanecerá ahí, si prefieres otra comida puedes decirme." puede escuchar las risas burlescas de su familia, comentando que deje de perder el tiempo en acercamientos tontos y lo tome de una vez, o hacer lo que quisiera, desecharlo cuando le parezca aburrido. Sus ojos avellana se posan en los del más bajo, preparados para defenderse en cualquier momento. Sin embargo son los nombres que el otro pronuncia los que le hacen ladear la cabeza y luego, llevar una mano a su mentón. Por supuesto que ha escuchado de ellos, todos lo han hecho, por su culpa y del grupo que formaron ellos, las familias de los generales, perdieron poder. Hyuk desconoce si el resto sabe esa información, por ahora lo mantendrá en secreto. "Sakmin y su familia actuaron a su manera, a todos nos llamó la atención que fuese capaz de... neutralizarlos." al no encontrar cuerpos no podía decir si estaban muertos. Nunca quiso relacionarse íntimamente con otras familias, platicando lo justo y necesario cuando se encontraban de niños, en parte porque cada grupo doméstico tiene sus propios intereses, siendo el fin común el regreso de la gloria y control sobre los demás. Pronto estará en otra reunión, planeando las jugadas cual partida de ajedrez ahora que tienen parte del camino limpio. "Por cierto, no menciones quién eres... si alguien se entera tu situación podría empeorar." sabe perfectamente lo que sucedería, las atrocidades que harían con él y que ha presenciado en otras criaturas que solo rogaban una muerte rápida. Jamás ha podido salvar a uno, sus acciones siendo detenidas por los mayores o porque habían perdido la vida, supone que por eso intenta dialogar con contrario.

[skyedreamsart]

Chris Reprogrammed AU!

Hello how are you?.I actually read your story "Reprogrammed AU" and I really liked it, so I wanted to draw this for you and your magnificent story, I hope you like it! Anyway, have a nice day!

(I tried to make like water reflections in the part of the Chris with the kasklask butterflies, don't judge me)

holiii, buenas a todooos alskals, pus me leí el fanfic y lo amé la verdad LASJLAKSLA, así que quise hacer un pequeño aporte de mi parte, espero a todos les guste este pequeño fanart, amé a Chris, pobresito AKSKKAKSA.

(no me juzguen, no se hacer reflejos de agua qwq)

[9l-sky0]

DISSONANCE au

"It's heavily inspired by my first impression of what the story of A.B.A could be"

Yo descubrí guilty gear por un fanart de A.B.A y Slayer. En un principio pensé que ellos eran protagonistas y que el juego sería como una fusión entre outlast y lies of p. Al menos en estética.

Llevo tiempo queriendo sacar este Au y empezaré a hacer pequeños comics de momentos en estas situaciones.

[sinsolstice]

𝒶fter 𝒹𝒶rk ౨ৎ 𝓂iguel ℴ'𝒽ara

𝓅airing : ( el diablo ) miguel o'hara x fem reader

𝓈ynopsis : be careful who you make your wishes and deals with.

𝒸ontent : devil au, human/devil relationship, explicit sexual content including blowjob & descriptive of the male (devil) sexual anatomy. THIS WORK IS NOT FOR YOUNGER AUDIENCES.

𝓌ord 𝒸ount : 2,123

𝒶uthor's 𝓃ote : this oneshot was part of a miguel o'hara zine called 'enrapture 2024'.

You didn’t think it would work when you summoned someone you shouldn’t have. 

You aren’t one to stir trouble, but you’re a curious person. Still, it hasn’t led you to situations where you can’t get yourself out. But perhaps this time, your curiosity has gotten the best of you, and now you’re faced with the unfathomable thought of inviting someone—a supernatural being—into your home. 

You don’t believe in the supernatural. So when you chanted El Diablo’s name three times in front of your mirror past midnight before bed, you thought of it as a harmless joke. You didn’t think he existed. But now, a strange man is standing right in front of you at an ungodly hour of the night. And with what you’ve done, you’re convinced that El Diablo is real, and he towers over right in front of you.

He is taller than any man you’ve come across. Heavily muscular with sharp features on the jawline and black horns that bend to the front and slightly fork up at the end. His complexion is dark, brown hair unkempt, and his piercingly red eyes glow red in the dimly lit room. 

“What do we have here?” His voice sounds distinctive, deep and imposing. He smirks at you in a taunting way that sends shivers down your back. “A toy that I can play with.” 

“Are you… the Devil?” 

The supernatural being laughs. “I go by many names. El Diablo is a famous title for what I am most known for. But you can call me Miguel.” He adds, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “You summoned me. What is it that you desire?” 

You stare at him—at Miguel—as you process what he has just revealed. You want to believe that this is some sort of prank, but the aura he radiates in the room says otherwise. Maybe you’ve outdone yourself this time. “Desire?” You say with pretence. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“A mere human doesn’t conjure creatures of hell without intentions. Even if they do it on a whim or dare.” Miguel states, his expression solemn. “Everyone has one, pequeño. Whether it could be wanting fame, money, power or love. Anything their heart desires, they want to have it easily in the palm of their hand.” 

You’re quiet when he explains and you can’t help but think of your desires. Everyone has something that they wish for—that they yearn for. You do too, and it now makes you wonder why you summoned him in your room in the quietest of the night. Was  curiosity really the reason you summoned Miguel? Why did you summon him in the first place when you don’t believe in the supernatural? Do they really know about a human’s desires? 

“But your deal comes with a price.” You look at him. “That’s how making deals with you works, right?” 

Miguel grins. “You’re the skeptical type. I like that.” 

You shrug your shoulders. Cultural media always portrays how deals are made with devils in fiction stories, and it’s not much different to making an agreement for something and signing a contract to officiate the deal. “You want my soul if I strike a deal with you?” 

The smile on Miguel’s face curves wider, eyes glinting in mirth. “That is quite the assumption, pequeño.” He chuckles. It feels a bit like a mockery. “A soul is a heavy price to pay. But in your case—” He stares at you up and down, red-coloured eyes gazing tentatively. “There’s something more valuable than your soul.” 

You stare at him back; his words strike a streak of wonder in you. The words come out of you before you can register them. “What is worth more than my soul?” 

Miguel raises a brow at you. The corner of his mouth curves up into a smirk. “I can’t tell you that. Not until you tell me what your heart desires.” 

When he moves closer, you move back instinctively. The weight of his words puts you off balance, and you question yourself if it’s wise to tell El Diablo about your desire. Something holds you back—a tiny voice—from speaking about your desire. It’s a wish that you try not to dwell on or feed thoughts into your head. What you wish for isn’t money or power or fame or forcing someone to be yours; it’s something that you can’t have overnight.

But with Miguel right in front of you—the way he stares down at you, the temptation to confess is great. It’s like a whisper in your ear, eliciting you to tell him. That he won’t judge you for your desire, no matter how imbecile it sounds. 

After all, it’s not like you’ll be making a proper deal with El Diablo, right? 

“I… I desire companionship.” You admit softly. 

Miguel goes quiet. His expression is solemn. But not long after, a smile widens on his face and his red eyes shine intriguingly. There’s something wicked about his smile. “That’s more like it,” he says. “Go on…” 

“I’m tired of being alone. I’m surrounded by people who have someone they can constantly talk to. To go home to.” You continue. “I just want to have that, too.” 

“And why can’t you?” Miguel says bluntly. “Let me make your desire come true, pajarito. You want someone to greet you when you come home? Do mundane things together? To love you? I can make all of that happen overnight.” 

His words sound like gospel, and another whisper tempts in your ears. He can make it happen, it says. It’ll stop you from feeling lonely. From trying to bury away what you’ve been feeling for a while. You’ve never asked for anything in life, but maybe just this once…you want your desire to come true. 

“If I make a deal with you, what’s the condition?” You ask. “You said that there’s something more valuable than my soul.” 

Miguel smirks at you. He leans forward and his voice gravels as he whispers into your ear. His words send shivers down your spine, and from the moment he reveals it, you realize you should have thought properly before giving in to the temptation of your desire. “...Your innocence.” 

“And trust me, you won’t regret making the deal with me.”

***** 

If only you’d known what you were truly getting yourself into. 

Just like that, overnight, Miguel granted your desire. In seventy-two hours, your social circle was somehow aware that you’re with someone, but you’d never mentioned to anyone that you’re taken. Why on Earth would you lie about something like that? But when El Diablo showed up—when Miguel, in his ordinary human form without the horns and piercing fangs—appeared at your workplace, gifting you a bouquet of flowers and your favourite food, you knew that this had to do with the deal you’d made with him the other night. And until now, you’ve fooled everyone you know for a couple of months now about your relationship with your ‘partner’, Miguel.

In exchange for getting your companionship, the price you pay is becoming Miguel’s personal toy. His beck and call for his sexual escapades. You’ve heard stories about how not only Devils are creatures of deceit, but they’re also sexual beings. During the day, Miguel plays the role of your boyfriend very well. But at night he goes back to being El Diablo, revealing his true self as the Devil who brought debauchery into your life.

"You know what time it is, pequeño," Miguel declares, appearing at your doorstep with a big smile. You know better than to disobey, and you comply with his request. Despite your reluctance to partake in such debauchery for companionship, it is necessary to honour your end of the bargain. 

As thoughts swirled in the back of your head, you couldn't help but wonder why Miguel didn't simply take your soul instead. However, his influence on you had grown so strong that you couldn't ignore the temptation anymore, and you secretly found yourself enjoying and eagerly anticipating the forbidden acts you engaged in every night.

Miguel leads you to a room in a secluded corner of your house. The room is enveloped in a dim, dark ambience, illuminated only by the eerie glow of red fluorescence lights. Standing together in the centre, you feel a powerful gaze from Miguel, instructing you to lower yourself onto your knees. As you comply, you can’t help but notice his commanding presence, towering above you with an air of dominance. Your body quivers with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

“You know what to do.” His baritone voice brings you back to reality. The sound of metal clicking—as he unbuckles his belt, you brace yourself for what’s about to come.The fabric of his pants ruffles, and your gaze is drawn to the prominent bulge in front of you, concealed behind a barrier of cloth. As his pants fall to the ground, you are confronted with his impressive manhood: a substantial shaft, with a thick girth, measuring ten inches in length. The pinkish-red head perfectly matches the rest of his dark complexion. It pulsates with desire, glistening with pre-cum, and its presence is almost overwhelming, as if it could be thrust upon your face. This is Miguel's, or rather El Diablo's, formidable member.

“Open your mouth.” Miguel’s voice is brusque in command. His cockhead brushes against your mouth, smearing a bit of semen against your tight lips. 

You’ve done this before, since the deal’s been made, and it never fails to make you tremble as your hands wrap around his shaft. Unclenching your jaw, you open your mouth and wrap your lips around his cockhead, circling the tip with the back of your tongue. Slowly, you open your mouth to accommodate taking a couple more inches of his cock, stuffing your mouth full. You use your hands to stroke the rest of his length that you can’t properly fit in your mouth. Your cheeks hollow as you suck his cock, careful to not make yourself gag. 

“That’s it, pequeño. Need to have you loosen that mouth of yours to take my cock deeper.” Miguel praise. His growls rumble in his chest, sending shivers down your back. One of his fangs peaks out as he bites the corner of his bottom lip. “So, I’m gonna have to do this to make it easier for the both of us.” 

His hand holds the back of your head, curling his fingers to grip your hair. By the time you realise what he plans to do to you next, his cock is shoved deeper into your mouth, and his cockhead hits the back of your throat. He pulls your head back before pushing you onto his cock again—two, three, a couple more times—until the dragging back and forth becomes steady and consistent. Miguel howls, nostrils flaring as he heavily pants. He stares  down at you, intensely primal and wicked, alternating between tugging your head and thrusting himself into your mouth for his cock to nestle deep in your wet warmth. 

The red fluorescence creates a shadow on the wall that reminds you of chiaroscuro art. You, on your knees in front of Miguel as he stands proudly, displaying the dominance and submissiveness in the air; the lustful, carnal debauchery. You swear from the corner of your eyes you could see a shadow of his devilish horns—showing his true self—in contrast to his reflection from the mirror, where his devil physique does not show. 

“Mine to use and mine to fuck.” Miguel grunts. He drives his hips faster and deeper inside your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as his cock slides in and out. It pulses in your throat and your eyes widen as you stare at him, feeling it engorge and forcing yourself to loosen your jaw. A muffled whimper escapes out of your throat, nails gently clawing on the side of his thighs as you watch him fuck your throat with reckless abandon. Bracing yourself for what’s to come. 

A few more thrusts and Miguel’s cock quivers inside your mouth. He snarls and shoots his load down your throat, holding you in place as you’re forced to take him. His cock continues to pulsate as he breathes heavily from his orgasm. “It never gets old,” Miguel’s voice rasps. 

His fingers instinctively caress you gently, touching at the area where he gripped your hair too tightly as he came down from the high. You don’t pull off of him even when his cum spills down your lips, knowing that this arrangement has been set in stone the moment you called for El Diablo, the night you met him. 

are you guys still okay after reading this?

[mj-creativa]

Aquí un pequeño comic que se me ocurrió, espero que les guste en especial a @frillsand que es el creador de este AU, vayan y apóyenlo mucho ;)

Maria (yo, es mi avatar) y Janet se llevan bien, Janet piensa que Maria es estúpida y demasiado amable, pero Maria solo actúa de esa manera con "todo el mundo" (eso incluye a las marionetas) porque le gusta mantener su lugar de trabajo en armonía, ella ha logrado evitar muchas peleas al intervenir de forma discreta.

Ella ha sido testigo de innumerables casos del maltrato de los humanos a las marionetas, unos más horribles que otros, ella está en contra de esto.

Incluso vivió en carne propia lo que se siente estar indefenso y sin salida, se puede decir que es una marca que la acompañara por el resto de su vida.

Todos al principio creen que es muy débil por lo gordita que es y por su forma de ser, pero ella no es nada débil.