#pest-x-san

[sachi]

☆ HoiHoi-san / Combat-san / PEST-X-san // Ichigeki Sacchu!! Hoihoi-san LEGACY "Nakayoshi HoiHoi-sans" ☆ 1/1 / Kotobukiya ☆ January 2012 / 2013 ¥13,200 ☆ Sculpt Shirahige Tsukuru

[hoihoisanlegacy]

illustration from Amabie Ver.

[megamidevice]

Combat-san, HoiHoi-san, & PEST-X-san • HoiHoi-San Legacy 1/1 Scale Figure by Kotobukiya

[dialtonetophat]

HELP THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE BUT IT TURNED ODDLY WHOLESOME. BEETLE BONES FR???

[grailfigure]

HoiHoi-san, Combat-san, PEST-X-san // Ichigeki Sacchu!! HoiHoi-san

1/1 Scale by Kotobukiya

[derangedanomaly]

I saw your new post and I was like 'hmm, interesting' can you write about the bad sans a few more of your choice reacting to their Fem S/O who was Overly blessed?, Like She was literally God's favorite in most things

And every time someone is going to hurt her lightning strikes them or something else happens and she just shrugged like she's used to that, bonus if she's absolutely beautiful and she's being flirt with regularly resulting in half of these people being fried or Almost killed by the God's

I love this request lmao.

Thank you anon! Hope you enjoy! :D

Masterlist

BAD SANSES X OVERLY BLESSED S/O

(Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror, Error)

NIGHTMARE:

Oh, he will absolutely HATE YOU. (Not for long though. 😉)

You tried flirting with him the first time y'all met, and that was basically the kick-starter for him to hate you. He tried to kill you after your flirting attempt, but got immediately striked with lightning.💀

He literally can't stand you. From your breathtaking beauty, your smoothness all the way to your flirtiness!! (<- his words, not mine 🤷‍♀️)

The gods hate him too. So SO much. It's actually wild.

He literally can't believe the amount of bullshit you've gotten away from. Like, what do you mean you've 'accidentaly' killed someone?! And- excuse me- but did you just say that you ROBBED A STORE ONCE?! Bro is flabbergasted.

Doesn't want anything to do with you. You're just a stupid pest only in his way!! So why's he itching to be in your presence now?

He's so frustrated that it's actually really weird... That's the king of DARKNESS, negativity, and here he is, craving after a little touch from this mortal.

You're actually not part of the Bad Sanses. But you are part of the Star Sanses, which should make Nightmare feel good. He knows he should feel better! But he feels so much fucking worse...

After many fights between the Star Sanses, (which now includes you too), he finds himself subconsciously chasing after you.

Normally, he goes after Dream in fights, but now... His target changed. And he's not slick either. Everybody fucking noticed! And you know who noticed it right away? Yes, that's right, Dream.

I swear, your fights just includes you two flirting with each other while tussling. The Gods don't even notice how flirty you guys are, when you're saying stuff like: "I wish you'd wipe that stupid smirk off of your face, it's annoying." "You want me so bad.." "SHUT THE FUCK UP"

Nightmare doesn't know it yet, but he's slowly falling for you the more y'all are away from each other. Maybe you return his feelings back?

KILLER:

"Mamma Mia... that's one hell of a woman...." I swear, Killer's in love with you from the first time he saw you. And it wasn't because of your looks nor your flirtiness! The first time he saw you, you literally killed someone on the spot because he tried to take your food. (The God's are back at it again 💀)

Listen, Killer's NOT the shy type. That's for sure. But right now, he felt more shier than ever before. You were just so ethereal to him..

He went up to you and greeted you. Safe to say that y'all clicked together right away! Maybe.. you also fell for him from the first sight? (THE ZING FROM HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA CONFIRMED??!)

The Gods for sure striked him at least 3 times. Until you had something to say about it. The Gods stopped attacking Killer so much after they saw that you genuinely loved him back.

You two have a little flirting competition every now and then. (You always win)

He's at awe when you tell him all the crimes you've gotten away from. Cause, like, since when??!

He doesn't like it that you're a part of the Star Sanses.. "your love is not meant to be" (He's just being dramatic. As always.)

He can't help but sneak off with you when there's a fight between the Bad and Star Sanses. He just wants to be with you. And I don't mean that as only spend time with you. Nah...he WANTS you!

He actually confesses to you, he says that he loves you and that he can't help but yearn for you. Now comes the question...will you accept his confession?

DUST:

Oh baby, oh BROTHER. He's so annoyed with you. He doesn't like it much when people are as outgoing as you..

Listen, the Gods don't have much an opinion on him.. but they WILL fry him at least 5 times until getting used to seeing him around you.

While Dust doesn't like you much, you in turn LOVE him. You're flirting with him almost all the time. Which rewards you with a very blushy Dust that quickly teleports away. (Not before giving you a side eye. 💀)

Don't worry, he will also start to slowly fall for you the more y'all are conversing. (You fell first but he fell harder >>>>)

Wants for you to prove to him you did those things that you're saying you got away with. Just to fuck with you 💀

His mouth literally dropped open when he finds out you, in fact, was telling the truth. I mean, you did just get out of a store with a shitload of money in your hands.

He was about to ask you how you did it so quickly, but he was interrupted with loud sirens. Welp, looks like you're busted. He smirks at you, as if saying that he was right with you not getting away with it- until you did the most shocking thing ever. You flirted your way out of the prison by flirting with the police officers.

And this right here, was the exact moment when Dust found out he loves you. He gave the officers the hardest glare. He was FUMING. At last, he couldn't take it as his Gaster Blasters appeared and killed the humans. 💀

Becomes miserable when you join the Star Sanses. Damn..and right after he found his feelings for you :(

You both still sneak off from your respective groups to see each other.

Dust keeps comparing your situation to Romeo and Juliet, except no one's dying. He has the biggest genuine smile on his face as he says this.. he's so cute istg..

HORROR:

He just tilts his head whenever he sees you "kill off" people you flirt with. (The Gods are at fault here yet again.)

He approaches you, without a word, looking at you in silence. You both just stare into each other's eyes. It's...kinda awkward from another point of view.

Oh.my.god. THE GODS (and you) FIND HIM SO SWEET WHEN THE FIRST THING HE DOES IS GIVE YOU FLOWERS 😭😭 (some of them are ripped, but that's fine. //Bro ate them//)

He immediately becomes ok in The God's eyes. (The amount of times the Gods strikes him/fried him: 0)

BRO'S WINNING

The best part of it all, is that it was all done subconsciously. He just saw these flowers, thought they were pretty, so he tried to eat them, but then he saw you and thought that they'd fit better with a pretty woman like you.

You try flirting with him, but he either doesn't get your flirting, or he doesn't acknowledge it.

He likes listening to your crime list. He always lays down on your lap whenever you tell him these stories.

He doesn't want you to be a part of the Star Sanses, he wants you with him!! So he'll just kidnap you in the middle of the night. 🤷‍♀️ (And he does that so casually too 😭)

He always compliments you, whenever he can. You're just so pretty in his eyes. 😭

Horror tends to avoid talking much, as it takes him a little longer, but he'll try to talk to you more than the others :) (My HC)

ERROR:

This dofus is so amazed. He knows that you're probably the Gods favorite right away.

He's interested...I guess.

He tries to be sneaky as he creeps up behind you, and greets you. (He's just shy.. I mean- a beautiful girl like YOU? And in his territory?? He doesn't bring much people there 💀)

The God's immediately striked him btw.

Fortunately, you find him quite fun to be around. But the Gods don't like him much.

It becomes kinda difficult talking with him, when the Gods just fry him right away.

You quickly become frustrated, and try to let them somehow know that you LIKE him and want to be around him. So...you become the MOST FLIRTIEST MF THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN.

Error just becomes a blushing mess at your ministrations. "*Some flirty line*" "O-Oh- Uhm..thanks?" He doesn't even know how to respond to them.

But after awhile, it was a success and he doesn't get fried anymore! (The Gods probably became too tired of him to care, or they finally took a hint.)

Error doesn't mind the flirting much, (because he loves you) but please- for the LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY- Don't touch him. You'll immediately lose his trust if you touch him. (His Haphephobia)

Actually kinda thrives in the fact that you're a member of the Star Sanses. He's just a sucker for "prohibited love".

It also doesn't bother him much, because he's not actually an official member of the Bad Sanses. He rejected Nightmare's invite, but sometimes comes to their side if he's needed or he's just bored 🤷‍♀️

He makes sure that you're safe during battles. Even if you're on the other team.

Wants to hear EVERY bad thing you've done. (It...gets him kinda- going? I guess. He just finds that attractive.)

[monakisu]

How did the cat tank arc make you like torisai?? Isn't that the chapter where Toritsuka literally betrays him and doesn't believe in him at all, until Saiki shows how unconditionally kind he is despite the betrayal?? And then he still says he has a shitty personality afterward...

TOXIC YAOI BABY!!!! 

saiki will diss toritsuka as much as he wants, will drone over and over how the author should just go ahead and kill off what's obviously deadweight—yet when the chance for precisely that comes, he still risks life and limb to keep this nuisance safe... and toritsuka will whine and whinge abt saiki-san's hardass rules but he still thinks of him as a god?? "our god has returned!!"—i think that's what he cheered when saiki's powers came back, lol? he clearly worships saiki as some super powerful entity/deity, yet he still has the audacity to beg him for dumbass pervert favors... i've never witnessed this breed of worshipper before... fascinating specimen. 

their relationship has a sort of an "enemies to lovers" flavor, except in this case it's more like "haters to enemies to haters again with a tad bit more understanding for each other". at this point, toritsuka mayyy be saiki's closest confidant? arguably the one who knows saiki the best! (subconsciously. he's too dumb to consciously realize it.) he'll likely be one of the first people saiki turns to whenever he needs help, which sucks because toritsuka is sorta useless, power and personality-wise HAHAHA

also toritsuka is probably the only (non-familial) person saiki is so flat-out MEAN to! it's hilarious!! yknow how romantic partners are supposed to bring the best out of each other? Not Happening Here. in the slimy presence of toritsuka, saiki is at his most honest but also his worst. toritsuka is the antithesis to the emotional support puppies zookeepers will pair anxious cheetahs with; he's more like........................

lice.

yeah. he's the lice in saiki's fur. plainly speaking, he's a pest!!!

also toritsuka's betrayal was sorta necessary in my opinion, because this guy's too damn dumb to learn a lesson the normal way. he absolutely needs to be put into Situations in order to walk away with at least a teeny tiny sliver of character growth. and i definitely credit a huge part of his betrayal to kusuke's psychological warfare. pitting a super-human cambridge genius against a sub-human highschool dumbass... poor, pathetic toritsuka never stood a chance!! still, the resentment he'd been harboring definitely also contributed to his backstabbing. howeveeer, now that he's seen firsthand saiki's affection for him, that resentment has vanished! he's been shaken to his core!! the worship has been amplified to the MAX!!!

lastly, i just think it's hopelessly hideously HYSTERICAL to have the world's worst womanizer fall in love with a man!! and have the world's most sexless guy fall in love with a future sex offender!!! they're so fundamentally incompatible it loops back around to being compatible?! it's a real comedy. tragedy. tragicomedy. (saiki and toritsuka would doubtlessly view it as a tragedy)

lastly-lastly: height difference. that is all.

thanks sending for this ask! it let me think (<< very rare) and put into words why i actually like torisai besides "hehehe hater x hater". writing all of this made me like it even more!! but i think this may have made you despise it more? oops. my tastes are strange and off-putting. i mean, kusuke is literally my favorite saiki character, after saiki himself... that's gotta tell you something.

[candyheartedchy]

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🟢 baby ball 🟢 — ❤️ game of love ❤️

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🌟 mickey 🌟 — ❤️ i’m all ears for you ❤️

🎩 frankie 🎩 (Other Frankie) & (Cartoon Frankie) — ❤️ sprung into my heart ❤️

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✨ orko ✨

🌌 gatekeeper 🌌

🪶 papa g 🪶

💖 koosy 💖 — ❤️ hearts aglow ❤️

🐜 flik 🐜 — ❤️ love bug ❤️

🚪 mike 🚪

🚀 xr 🚀

💙 sans 💙 — ❤️ bonely for you ❤️

🍬 king candy 🍬

🔎 inspekta 🔎

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❄️ jack ❄️ - WIP

[flowerakatsuka]

feeling silly goofy tonight so it's time to share the oso-san oc that's been banging around in my head for the past month.

more info about them under the cut! ⤵

NAME : Yotsubana, Kuroba NICKNAMES : Kuro, Kurorin AGE : ~24-32 years old ( around the same age as the sextuplets, older by almost a month & a half ) BIRTHDAY : April 2nd BLOOD TYPE : AB GENDER : X Gender PRONOUNS : They/Them SEXUALITY : Bi Demisexual VOICE CLAIM : Mitsuki Saiga (JPN), Khoi Dao (ENG)

The current proprietor of Yotsubana Florals, a flower shop tucked away in the Akatsuka Ward. The previous shopkeeper was Kuroba's grandfather, but after he suffered from a nasty fall while working, they took over day to day operations of the business. Due to the quality of their flowers and the clear care put into their arrangements, plenty of people from within and outside the ward frequent Yotsubana Florals. One of those frequent customers is Karamatsu Matsuno, the shop being the provider of his seemingly endless supply of red roses.

The two met on a stormy day, when Kuroba invited in a drenched Kara to dry off and warm up in their shop, (even lending him an umbrella when the rain lighten so he could head back home.) After returning the umbrella and purchasing a bouquet of roses as thanks the next day, he's been a pest ever since. Miraculously enough, Kuroba finds him pleasant enough that they don't mind Karamatsu loitering in the shop while they're working. They actually find him pretty endearing despite him being himself, (especially whenever he shows the more genuine side of his personality.) It could also be that, for some reason, he seems oddly familiar to them. They couldn't put their finger on why that was until attending their high school reunion, when it all came back to them — not only was Kuroba in the same homeroom as Karamatsu during their 2nd year, he was also their crush back then. Unfortunately, Karamatsu hasn't seemed to have made this connection yet himself so Kuroba is left to navigate these revived feelings by themself.

Due to Kuroba's tall stature and sharp eyes, they can come off as a bit intimidating at first, but they're actually a pretty relaxed and gentle person… For the most part. They aren't one to take anyone's shit and can be extremely blunt and snarky at times, perhaps a result of being fed up after years of being bullied in school. Still, they're generally kind and friendly towards others. They're the type to easily become absorbed in their work and will jump at the chance to explain things pertaining to it, (like horticulture or the meaning of flowers.) They also enjoy playfully teasing people they're close with, (a trait that really comes out the closer they get with Kara.)

Back in high school, they were much more gloomy in appearance and personality. They were often bullied for being "creepy" due to their height and sharp eyes, (this wasn't exactly alleviated by their long dark brown hair and blunt bangs.) Their only real solace back then was being apart of the gardening club and beautification committee, often spending their time tending to flowers around the school's grounds or refreshing the flowers in their homeroom.

The major reason why they developed a crush on Kara back in high school was due to his kindness towards them and his fellow appreciation for flowers. What Kuroba pinpoints as the moment they fell for him was when he complimented them on the care they put into maintaining the courtyard's garden beds, saying that you can tell how loved they are. The exchange really stuck with them, but they admit it's a bit of a silly reason to fall for someone for. (This doesn't stop their ass from slipping right back into those feelings later on, though.)

After high school, they attended an all women's college, majoring in horticulture. Their confidence and self-assurance really improved when they started college, as they slowly started to find their own voice and style. They were actually somewhat popular in their department, (perhaps due to them developing a more princely presence over time.)

They're friends with Ichiko and Jyushiko, having attended the same college. They briefly dated Ichiko in their 2nd year of college, but decided it was better to just stay friends instead. The two still hang out frequently.

They're also friendly with Totoko and often hang around to chat with her whenever they buy fish from the Yowai's shop. She actually remembered Kuroba from high school, despite the two never really interacting in the past.

They own a moped and are often seen riding it around the ward to drop off flower deliveries. (Before taking over the business, they mostly did deliveries for the shop.)

They live in the 2DK apartment over Yotsubana Florals. They're pretty good at keeping things tidy, but they definitely have an slight issue with hoarding houseplants and bonsai. Their kitchen is also rarely touched since they aren't the best at cooking.

They own a bearded dragon named King, who they refer to as the shop's real manager. You'll sometimes find her relaxing on Kuroba's shoulders while they're working.

BONUS : karamatsu after buying the 15th bouquet of roses from kuroba that month

[ask-sibverse]

If it's ok can you do a cross x reader with fluff ^^

I'm sorry this took ages to get to, fluff can be so many different things I kind of ended up paralyzed with indecision over what to do with this. Hope you enjoy though! (It's probably more hurt/comfort than pure fluff, I listened to NyxTheShield's Waltz of the Multiverse for inspiration aaaaand this is what happened)

You wondered about Cross's home sometimes. Honestly, you wondered about all of the boys' AUs and their "homes," their families. Your Sans in your home universe had a brother, surely they did too? But no one talked about their pasts, even though Cross looked so homesick in some quiet, private moments it made your heart ache. But he didn't talk, and you weren't sure how to ask.

He looked especially pained the few times you went home (you had to keep up with doctors visits. The others kept the Stars to busy to bother you during these visits.) One day you decided to ask him about it.

"Do you ever want to go home?" You asked, innocently.

The instant look of anguish on his face that was quickly hidden made you feel horrible for asking. "Always. But my home doesn't exist anymore."

You hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"it's okay, you didn't know."

"still... Is there anything that helps your homesickness?"

"distractions, training. And lately..." He gave you a pensive look you didn't understand. "Nevermind."

You huffed, pouting a bit at not getting to know the last thing. "Well then, I can try to help distract you until you're feeling better? As payment for asking about things."

He smiled, soft and faint. "Sure, I'd like that."

You spent the afternoon playing videogames and watching anime together in his room. Killer tried to barge in and be a pest, but he was kicked out immediately. It was nice, just spending time with Cross on his bed. Afternoon turned into evening, Cross brought dinner up to his room so you could spend time together longer. You ended up falling asleep pressed into his side, unaware of the fact that your head ended up in his lap. (You were also unaware of the silent, flustered panic that you falling asleep on him gave him)

[aiwokure]

Day 1 - Baking

Nico Robin x F!Reader, F!Reader & Sanji

Desc: [y/n] attempts to bake a “Sorry for trying to kill you cake” for Robin with the help of resident Loverboy Sanji - shenanigans ensue.

WC: 1.4k

CW: Possibly OOC Sanji, Attempts at Humor, Sanji is very passionate about his job, slight Perv!Sanji

continuation of this - [click here]

banner by @/cafekitsune

This is so stupid… [y/n] sighs after checking for the umpteenth time that Robin and Nami were asleep before leaving the room and heading to the kitchen. The hallways were dimly lit and the ship rocked gently with the waves, as if to soothe her racing thoughts. When she arrived at the galley, the (now retired) mercenary couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow at the excessive amount of locks on the fridge and pantry. “Well, so much for that I guess.” [y/n] mumbles to herself, preparing to exit.

The (h/c) woman didn’t even turn around fully before Sanji bursts into the kitchen. His leg was raised with smoke coming off the bottom of his shoes, eyes promising death. “I told you that if I catch you in here again I’d-!” A moment of silence was shared between the two, [y/n]’s was bewildered confusion, and Sanji’s was utter humiliation. Red slowly crept up his neck all the way to his hairline as he quickly put his leg down and motioned towards her.

Every step the blond took forward, [y/n] took two back. “Is threatening medical patients a common thing here or did I miss some memo?” Sanji tugs on the roots of his hair in distress, a garbled noise sneaking past his throat. Upon realizing how foolish he looked from physically displaying his mental state, the chef straightens himself out by fixing his hair and clearing his throat. He then, in a much more composed tone, responds.

“My sincerest apologies m’lady, there’s been a certain pest,” Sanji’s ire was clear as day, his jaw slightly clenched at the mere memory of Luffy attempting to squeeze past the chains, “that loves to pillage through the pantry at night.” [y/n] hums, mildly intrigued but not enough to ask for more details. “How fortunate for you that I’m no pirate then, hm? I do need these unlocked though.” She nods to the locked pantry and fridge.

“Oh! If you’re hungry I can whip you up something, anything that you want! I can’t allow such a beautiful woman like yourself to do labor. Even more so with your injuries.” Sanji moves swiftly, beginning hygienic preparations so he can cook. [y/n] flusters faintly at his eagerness, but even more so at telling him her true intentions.

It was already strange having the crew be so accommodating and kind to her despite her attempt on Robin’s life.

“No, uh, I’m not hungry, thank you.” The blond stills, turning in disarray. There was a secondary moment of silence, [y/n] growing more awkward at watching Sanji try to figure out why she was in the galley. “So...is there anything that I can help you with?” Fiddling with the edge of the counter, [y/n] finally confesses. “I, um, wanted to bake a cake. For Robin. An apology cake for the whole ‘gonna kill you’ thing.”

Sanji’s expression grows comically serious, a hand on his chin as he nods in understanding. “Fear not, [y/n]-san, I’ll be your culinary knight and create a cake that not only apologizes but also conveys the feelings of your heart!” He gestures with flourish, spinning around the kitchen with such fervor while unlocking the chains. “How...lovely.” [y/n] began to regret her decision once she saw smokey hearts floating around the kitchen.

“Have you thought of the design? Maybe something floral? How about multi-tiered? Maybe it should be blue like her eyes.” The more the blond swooned, the more agitated [y/n] felt herself get. "Let's keep it simple, chef. A classic round cake with a neat frosting layer. Nothing too flashy; just a straightforward apology cake."

Sanji hummed with consideration, “Sorry, I’d nearly forgotten it was for that. Keeping it simple. As for you, mon cher, take a seat and watch the magic happen. I work better with a lady audience.” He ushers the [h/c] woman out of the cooking area, much to her displeasure. [y/n] tried to vocalize as such until Sanji – as kindly as possible – reminded her of her injury and how “baking takes a lot of wrist work” along with other excuses.

Watching the chef work efficiently and silently turned out to be quite soothing for the ex-mercenary. His little songs that he would hum and the various shapes his smoke would make was entertaining enough to keep [y/n]’s mind off of Robin’s potential reaction to the cake. “So, you knew Robin when you guys were younger huh? What was that like?” Sanji tentatively breaks the silence after placing the cake in the oven.

He offers the batter bowl as payment for [y/n]’s thoughts, which she took. “I don’t remember all the finer details, but she was definitely a little brat. And she wasn’t nearly as good at disguising herself as she is now – which honestly still isn’t that much better. We explored a lot, experienced lots of different cultures. When we were together, I felt like there wasn’t anything that we couldn’t do. I guess that’s why I was so angry at what she did. And to see that she had moved on only infuriated me more.” “It was as if she didn’t trust me to keep her safe, despite everything that I’ve done…” [y/n] thinks back briefly on the bounty hunter and other unfortunate victims that she came across during her journey with Robin. “Sorry if you were expecting a lighthearted story, but ours ended far from sweet.” Sanji shrugs a shoulder in a carefree manner. “We all have are stories, I understand. Hows the batter?” [y/n] gives a small smirk which gets the blond’s heart racing. “Delicious. This will definitely, what did you say again, ‘convey the feelings of your heart’?”

The chef grows further enamored, having been blessed with seeing parts of [y/n]’s personality sneak out. “I’m, uh, gonna go check on the cake. I-It’s probably done by now!” Legs growing weak at the sight of fluttery [e/c] eyes, and nose tingling with the threat of blood, Sanji wills himself to keep it under control.

(In the very deep crevice of his mind, he couldn’t help but to imagine what it would be like to be sandwiched between both Robin and [y/n]. A perv is a perv after all.)

The following morning [y/n] was so fidgety even Luffy can sense it. She couldn’t figure out how to present the cake. Or how to bring up the apology at all, honestly. Robin had seemed so content with just being in her space again that she hesitates to bring up something so heavy. But Sanji keep looking at the [h/c] woman expectantly, brow raised in curiosity.

Chopper became concerned, convinced that [y/n] was still in discomfort from her injuries and was trying to play nonchalant. He offered pain medication, which she refused, to which he responded by placing her on bed rest. Robin chuckled faintly at the exchange, averting her gaze from the scathing [e/c] glare. Dammit, if I’m stuck in bed all day, I’ll never be able to give her the cake… “Doctor, I feel fine, I was just a little in my head about something.” [y/n] attempted to bargain with the reindeer, who briefly stopped to hear her out.

“About what?” “About this!” Sanji exits the kitchen dramatically, cake in hand as he spins around towards the table Robin is sitting at. “For you, mademoiselle.” He gently places the cake down before her with a professional bow. “Hm? ‘Sorry I tried to kill you, that was very immature of me. - [y/n]’ It even has a little drawing, how cute.” Robin’s blue eyes were glowing with amusement, watching her old friend screech in horror.

“I wasn’t ready you damn chef! And why in hell’s name is there a drawing?! I thought we agreed on simple!” Sanji tuts in disapproval, "Ah, [y/n]-san, a simple cake may convey the message, but a grand cake will etch it into her heart forever. I didn’t just make a cake; I crafted a masterpiece that reflected the depth of your feelings." The ex-mercenary could feel the heat rolling off of her face in waves, her jaw was clenched so tight they nearly creaked from the pressure.

Robin coos at [y/n]’s extremely obvious embarrassment, a teasing smile on her lips. “You didn’t have to do all of this, but I do appreciate the gesture, even if it came at your own detriment.” [y/n] eyes the archaeologist hesitantly, as if she doubted Robin’s words. Surely life endangerment isn’t something that should be forgiven so easily, correct? Surely she should have done more than ask for a damn cake to be made, something like swearing to servitude for the rest of her life.

I guess that shows how much she really does like me, huh? Idiot... [y/n] nearly choked on her spit at the realization, a hand shooting up to cover her face which blatantly advertised her thoughts. Steam puffed off the top of her head in the shape of the same foolish hearts that Sanji made the night prior. “I-I’m glad.”

[ant1quarian]

YEAAAAH I CAN FINALLY GET THIS OUT!! THANK YOU,,..,

BEWARE THIS IS SUPER LONG 💀

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So .  Frisk does a pacifist run, monsters r free, yknow the drill. One thing: the barrier, AKA a bunch of concentrated, human magic, doesn’t rip. It explodes, sending out a huge shockwave of magic that humans unintentionally absorb (the barrier was made of human magic, after all), and they all turn into various different, new species.

A lot of humans turn into bitties. Frisk does, for one. Monsters take pity on the bitties and start to make the adoption centers and such that most bitty AUs have. However, monsters aren’t exactly the best towards bitties- most treat them as pets or pests, or just lesser in general. Particularly racist monsters form bitty rings as a kind of… “punishment” for the former humans ‘cause of how their ancestors sealed monsters away so long ago.

Now, here’s where it gets a bit more interesting: some humans turn into nagas and sirens. Both are very powerful, like boss monsters almost. I’ll talk abt sirens in a moment, but I’m gonna focus on the nagas first.

All three formerly human species are still, you know, human, and don’t want to hurt people. but since literally all of them are incredibly confused and scared (imagine waking up with a snake’s tail instead of your legs. it’s cool in theory but god, the body horror) a lot of nagas end up killing monsters. This results in nagas being hunted down and drove into forests, in which they finally find other former humans and pack instincts kick in, forming colonies of nagas. The nagas are a tiny bit more peaceful than sirens, generally. That doesn’t mean defenseless though- nagas are just a tad more defensive than offensive. Speaking of offensive…

Sirens are a bit different. Back when the barrier exploded, humans that turned into sirens were put in a trance and just endlessly sought out water until they found a large enough source. Then they walked in and woke up as sirens. The same thing that happened with nagas happens with sirens- most sirens that didn’t end up in the ocean die, and eventually the remaining sirens find each other.

Here’s where sirens and nagas start to deviate in terms of ideology (specifically towards monsters). Nagas, generally speaking, don’t actively hunt monsters. They do kill any that venture into their forests, but that’s nothing compared to sirens. Sirens are more often than not very spiteful and vengeful towards monsters. They blame monsters for turning them into sirens (body horror my beloved) and also for killing other sirens. They sing to lure in monsters and drown them. Any monster they spot is already dead. No beach is safe- sirens lurk everywhere in the water, even in the arctic.

I first thought of this… AU? As a Sans x reader, but I don’t know what species the reader would be. Maybe something like the Trappist System where there’s multiple readers romancing different Sans AUs? Originally, reader was a spiteful, cecalia siren that met Sans on a dock- maybe as spy of some kind, to gather information for the sirens? But I love nagas as much as (maybe even more than) sirens, so now I just can’t pick. 

The main thing that started this was the idea of siren body horror, and the sheer terror of becoming something like that. The power you now wield, but having no idea how to use it. The unshakeable feeling that your body is horrifyingly wrong, twisted into something inhuman without your consent. I don’t see many fics touch on that kind of thing with sirens and nagas, and it’s such an intriguing idea to me that my brain cobbled together… whatever this is lol.

Apologies for the SUPER long ask, I wrote this in my notes before sending the ask so tumblr couldn’t eat my writing halfway through. Thank ye kindly for letting me ramble about my little au idea in the first place :]

YOU!!

POINTS AT YOU

HAVE AMAZING THOUGHTS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH THEM!!

That concept is something I love and adore and if I had motivation to write (instead of, y'know, being completely kidnapped by Minecraft-), I would love to write this.

Don't apologise 'cause I really like it! :D

Long rants/asks are always welcome here!

,,, Ngl I thought I replied to this but I must have gotten sidetracked lmao.

The thought of doing this like how I'm doing the Trappist system intrigues me! I feel like it would be very goofy indeed

THANK YOU FOR BESTOWING YOUR WONDEROUS THOUGHTS UPON ME! 'TIS MUCH APPRECIATED!

[hoihoisanlegacy]

Illustrations by Kunihiko Tanaka

Source

[joseandrestabarnia]

Número de catálogo: P006895

Autor: Ximénez, Miguel

Título: San Miguel Arcángel

Fecha: 1475 - 1485

Técnica: Técnica mixta

Soporte: Tabla

Dimensión: Alto: 123,5 cm; Ancho: 60,8 cm

Serie: Retablo de la iglesia de Ejea de los Caballeros, Zaragoza

Procedencia: Iglesia parroquial de Santa María de Ejea de los Caballeros, Zaragoza; adquirido para el Museo del Prado, 1982.

San Miguel arcángel, representado como joven caballero vestido con armadura cuatrocentista, clava la lanza a Satán, que, rendido a sus pies (Apocalipsis XII, 7-9) en figura de dragón, intenta inútilmente liberarse del arma que lo atraviesa. La brillantez de los colores empleados, rojo, verde, negro, y la abundancia de oro como adorno del nimbo y de los atavíos, colaboran eficazmente en la belleza de la obra. Dada su gran fama como guardián terrenal y salvador de almas, san Miguel se convirtió en patrón de comunidades y personajes de toda condición, siendo uno de los personajes celestes más representados de la pintura gótica española.

Esta tabla constituía la calle lateral izquierda del cuerpo de un retablo dedicado al tema de la Piedad (140 x 81 cm), con la figura de la Virgen María, sedente sobre un altozano, contemplando llena de dolor el cuerpo de su Hijo muerto, yacente sobre su regazo, como resumen de la Pasión. La calle lateral derecha se dedicó a Santa Catalina de Alejandría (P6895), de notable popularidad durante la Baja Edad Media. En el banco del retablo (P2519) se representaron cinco escenas (70 x 40 cm cada una), de las que cuatro se dedicaron a plasmar pasajes de la leyenda de los santos colaterales: de izquierda a derecha, el milagro de Gargano y el toro; la aparición de San Miguel en lo alto del castillo de Adriano, en Roma, para poner fin a la epidemia de peste, ante los ruegos del pontífice Gregorio Magno; Santa Catalina instruyendo a los filósofos en la fe cristiana, y la decapitación de la Santa por orden del gobernador. La calle central se dedicó a la Resurrección de Cristo, que sale del sepulcro sin que lo advirtieran cuatro de los cinco soldados que lo velaban. Esta escena mereció ser elegida por el pintor para poner su nombre: "Miguel Ximénez Me Pinto". En el ático o coronamiento se dispuso el Calvario con el Crucificado acompañado de María y Juan Evangelista.

Este retablo procede de la iglesia de Santa María de Ejea de los Caballeros (Zaragoza), en cuya capilla tercera del lado de la Epístola se encontraba todavía en la segunda mitad del siglo. Y allí permaneció hasta los primeros años del siglo XX en que fue desmembrado y algunas de sus tablas, aquellas que se encontraban en mejor estado, como el banco y las dos tablas laterales del cuerpo del retablo, fueron vendidas a don Raimundo Ruiz, de Madrid, quien, a su vez, las traspasó a don K. Kocherthaler, quien las conservó en su propiedad hasta 1930. En 1930 las cinco escenas del banco pasaban a engrosar las colecciones de pintura medieval del Museo del Prado mientras un coleccionista barcelonés, el señor Fontana, se hacía con las tablas laterales de San Miguel y Santa Catalina. A comienzos de los años ochenta, el Estado español adquiría con destino al Museo del Prado las dos tablas de la colección Fontana.

En esta pintura de Miguel Ximénez se reconoce su tendencia a seguir la corriente naturalista de origen septentrional europeo, fiel a las escuelas pictóricas flamenca y germánica. Por ello, su deuda con la obra del alemán Martin Schongauer (c. 1450-1491) aun cuando, como en otras ocasiones, no se trate de una copia sino de una libre interpretación del grabado.

Posada Kubissa, T. (co.), Últimas adquisiciones: 1982-1995, Madrid, Museo del Prado, 1995, p.22

Información e imagen de la web del Museo del Prado.

[simiansmoke]

Bees and Birds - 🐝🦜 [DK x Mario]

followed up from the fic Slow Burn, and the following 'follow up post' that bridges Slow Burn and Bees and Birds together.

There was some hesitance in their meeting. It's more than likely because of how awkward things became after DK basically trashed a bar mid drunken-make out. The bartender was a friend of a cousin of his, so he'd committed to helping them recover anything lost from his and Mario's rampage inside their establishment.

If it was up to DK, he would have opted out of ever seeing the plumber again inside the Jungle Kingdom, but Cranky needed some assistance with a pest problem. And for some reason, his Dad didn't want him going alone to eradicate it this time. Something about killer hornet stings being extra lethal to Kongs or whatever. He didn't get that part.

As he padded alongside Mario through the jungle, the silence between them stung worse than any hornet. Awkwardness at its finest.

"So..." Mario began, rubbing the back of his neck as if to mop up a line of sweat brought on by the humidity.

"...so." His voice was blunt, matter of fact, and not amused by the opening line that he refused to entertain himself.

It was a few extra miles down the trail of agonizing silence, shifting eyes and tight throats that DK almost welcomed the buzz from the hornet nest halfway up the banana tree.

"Dunno why Dad asked you to come along. A little old bee's nest is nothing for me." He grinned, happy to leave the stagnant conversation in favor of clambering up the side of the banana palm.

"DK - wait! Cranky said that..." But whatever Cranky had said to Mario, apparently he didn't get a chance to tell DK because the adamant Kong was set on knocking that nest into space with the speed he was at while racing up the trunk.

Once near the top of the fronds, DK paused to glance down at the plumber who'd set a helpless glance upon him. Yeah, stay that way - he thought, reaching up to give the nest a punch. It sailed away, sentenced to break into a few thousand honey-soaked pieces when the largest hornet he'd seen hovered up to his nose with an angry buzz.

"DK!" Mario had started his climb now, closing the distance between them quickly as the hornet buzzed around the Kong's head, readying its stinger.

"Bring it, Dagger-Butt!" DK growled, fully prepared to swat the bug away when Mario grabbed his foot and slammed him to the ground. A few dizzying moments later, he looked up to see the plumber sliding own the palm's trunk like a firefighter down a pole, sans the bee.

"What...?"

Once at the bottom with sand under his feet, Mario shot the prince a vicious gaze. "I dunno if your dad failed to mention this but ... you and practically every Kong on the island are allergic to those bees."

If he believed him, DK didn't show it. "Sure, and Koopas can fly-"

"...DK, plenty of them can."

"Shut up! I didn't mean THEM." His breathing rate had surged with the rage in his reply, but it was mostly for show...for who, he wasn't sure yet. It was important enough to him to keep his chest high. "Anyway, why not just tell me that to start with?" Well, what Dad should have told him, anyway.

"Would you have believed me?"

"Hell n-"

It's the sideways lean of the plumber forcing his shoulder into the trunk, arms crossed and brow raised in his direction that causes DK to relent with a huff. "OK, I see your point." And thanks to Mario, he didn't get the bee's...point that is.

Mario's eyes drifted around the canopy for a moment as if taking in the density of the patch of jungle they'd ended up in. It's the sort of seclusion he didn't see much of in a busy city. "So, you ready to talk about..." He paused, gaze shifting to assess his company's energy - which was nothing short of its usual chaos, maybe with a bit more stiffness mixed in. "...the other night-"

It takes DK a solid second or two to deeply inhale the honey-laced air to silence the instinct in him to insult Mario and run off as a long time solution to this sticky situation he'd caused. Instead, he turns around to face Mario-well...look down at him anyway. To steady himself he placed a giant palm against the tree trunk, directing it directly above Mario's hat. "What about it?" Try as he might, he couldn't completely chase the challenge out of his tone; it was his only defense.

In the shadow of DK's arm, Mario peeked around the fur up at the Kong. "Well, you left in sucha hurry, I was just wondering if everything was...all right with you?"

Leave it to Mario to tip toe around the elephant in the room. No, not even a room...a whole jar, and the plumber would still ignore it crammed in there like it was an ant in a whole ass jungle.

"Oh, is that all? For a second there, I thought you were gonna tell me what a freak you feel like for enjoying all of that." Yeah, that sounded about right...to him anyway. Wondering how far he'd missed the mark, DK leaned over to get a glimpse of Mario's expression hidden under his forearm's shade. Apparently not shady enough since the plumber's face looked like it had caught a case of instantaneous sunburn.

"Uh...Mario?"

When he noticed DK peeking in at him curiously, then having the nerve to smirk at his predicament, Mario attempted to cover a portion of his face with a gloved hand. Just cooling it down with his palm...which may have worked if his hands weren't hot and sweaty inside their prison too. "Mio dio! You don't have to put it like that."

Feeling like he now had the upper-hand in the shame train, DK kept the smirk on his face as he played a little game of leaning to either side of his arm that Mario tried to shift towards and hide. "Then I guess you wouldn't mind telling me..." Scooting his palm down to beside Mario's ear when he grew bored of the chase, DK leaned in enough to disturb the other's hair with his great breaths surging out. "...where should I put it?"

There was hardly a solution or quip Mario could give him, and the proximity of that stupid, smug, sore winner's face that DK was giving him drilled the fact in even more. He could punch him, but that seemed to him to be giving DK what he wanted...which was also a loss in the grand scheme of gaining the high ground. Besides, the urge to clock him in the jaw was accompanied with something else - little sparks that had caused that massive explosion back at the bar. They're tickling his stomach and maybe it's the humidity, but the combination makes his bones feel like lukewarm butter.

"Where should I put it~?" DK asked again, a little more smug with every moment of silence that stretched between them.

Closing the distance with a glove once he'd moved it off his face, the plumber placed the palm of his hand flat against the confused Kong's cheek. "Ok, ok..." His hand slid down to grasp DK's jaw and guide the infuriating idiot's face to the heat in his while his free hand grasped the end of a red tie for an idle play thing. Hovering close to the other's lips, Mario adds "-put it here, pal."

There was little time for him to sputter as the heat in Mario's face infected his at such a close proximity. Well...if that's where he was supposed to 'put it', then he would put it there. Bracing his enormous weight against his palm beside Mario's head, he crashed the molten surfaces of their faces together and rocked their lips into a rough battle.

The jungle was quiet with an occasional murmur of wind through the canopy fronds, so the heartbeat in their ears set the pace to where neither knew if the sound they heard was of their body, or the other's.

DK was definitely the lead though - the player 1 that decided when little breaks of shaky air inhalation were necessary, and even then they were accompanied with teeth clacking in an attempt to keep some sort of connection until they'd refilled their lungs.

Mario had almost wrapped the whole tie around his fist by the time DK reached around with his free hand to scoop up under the seat of Mario's pants and lift him up closer so neither had to strain so much and so Mario had room to grab fur, dig a knee into DK's chest, and shudder once separated from the furious throes of their lips' battle.

Both stared at one another, sharing only pants and desperate bids for air. Both with faces stained with the same crimson contagion. From somewhere off in the trees, the call of a bird brought the world back into focus.

"...you good?" Mario inquired finally, a hint of a smile worming its way between them.

"I'm-...whatever you are right now." DK answered, a low laugh escaping him. "But better."

[analexthatexists]

Spreading word about my mutual @neoruby-loves-ut-aus' Dreamtale AU, Dreamlevel!

Okay, heads up, it’s centered around Frans content, but if you like that type of stuff, you should check it out! It’s pretty wholesome (most of the time) and they put a lot of effort into getting it to be seen by others, so doing so would be wonderful.

(My own) Synopsis:

Most of the posts follow miscellaneous adventures involving the offspring of Dream and Sun Frisk, usually being James, Hermione and Clara, as well as that of Nightmare and Moon Frisk’s, most commonly Alexander AKA Nightmare Jr. The full stories are yet to be published, but you can enjoy skits and POVs involving the cast.

Please note the content may be a bit scattered, but it’s not something the creator should be blamed for. One more thing, if you really don’t enjoy this type of content, don’t try to be some amazing hero who vanquishes evil Sans x Frisk content and anonymously harass the creator. You aren’t helping anybody; You’re just being a pest.